The Silent World (Episode 23)

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Episode 23
I am the only former otaku in this city who can awaken others. In this world where everything has stopped
, I am a god; whoever I command can move. There are no laws, no powerful agencies, only
me, whoever I want. But I am only a demigod; the other half of me is asleep, and I can no longer control my desires
. In countless dreams, on countless journeys home, I fantasize that the moment I push open the door,
the girl I first met, the one who liked to dictate my clothes and meals, the one who liked to use two-finger taps, the one who
always dragged me along but then disappeared in an instant, the one I could run into like a child when I was scared
, the one whose glare I would obediently obey—Ouman—would be standing gracefully at the door
to greet me.
"I'm back!" I push open the door. "Damn, nobody's here…Ouman! Xiaoyu! Xiaoyun.
" I see the familiar, no, the figure from my dreams, sitting on the sofa facing the door. I was stunned. A
strange emotion welled up, threatening to spill over. A sense of unreality washed over me, and
I stood frozen at the doorway, my mind racing.
Two familiar faces rushed into my arms, one after the other. Xiaoyu clung tightly to my waist, her lips pressed together, while Xiaoyun
nestled on my shoulder, tears streaming sweetly down her face. It was real! Holding the two women in my arms, I stared expectantly at
Ouman, who remained seated on the sofa.
Ouman, cold as ice, met my gaze for a moment. Her eyes softened, and she gracefully stood up,
walking towards me step by step, as if in a dream, step by step, into my heart. Xiaoyun, seeing Ouman
approach, shifted her position, making room.
"Xiaoyu, move aside." A clear, pleasant voice came from that familiar mouth. Xiaoyu, who was holding me close, twisted
her arm and grabbed mine. Now, Xiaoyu and Xu Jun, as if fighting over something,
started swinging my arm around.
So close, so very close, Ouman stood before me; we could feel each other's breath. "Ah!
Gently, gently. My dear wife, my ear's going to break." Just as I was fantasizing about Ouman rushing into my arms for a passionate
kiss, a smile appeared in Ouman's eyes. She twisted my ear and led me into the inner room.
Along the way, I stopped Long Ting and Xue Mei from approaching, obediently following Ouman into the presidential suite
. With a bang, Ouman closed the door. The hand that had been twisting my ear gently wrapped around my neck, her
face beaming.
"Did you miss me?" "Did you miss me?" These four words, uttered by Ouman, struck my heart. I didn't
answer; the two of us kissed passionately, as if in perfect unison. Oman held me tightly around the neck as if she wanted to strangle
me, and I responded with the same force. After a long while, our lips parted.
"You're going to strangle me!" Oman said coquettishly. But her hands on my neck didn't loosen.
"I missed you so much," I growled, and kissed her again. I reached into her clothes; she wasn't wearing
a bra, and I easily grabbed one of her pert nipples, teasing it a few times.
"Ah!" Oman let out a breathtaking moan, her body trembling slightly. "You're so annoying!" she
said, but her body arched slightly.
I grabbed the collar of her pure white shirt, but Ouman held it tightly, letting out a silvery
laugh, "Giggle! Don't tear it! Hehe! Okay, I'll unbutton it. Still in such a hurry, only
one suck, okay? Ah! I... no... I have something to ask you! Hmm! Ugh! Don't take off your skirt." Ouman
obediently unbuttoned her shirt, and I immediately took her perfectly sized breast, which I was obsessed with, into my mouth. My large hand slid down her
slender waist, pinching her pert buttocks—the familiar touch, the familiar taste. I reached out to unbutton her skirt
, but she pushed me away.
Looking at Ouman tidying her clothes, I had a bitter expression on my face. Ouch! The familiar two-finger massage, refreshing my mind.
"You bad boy, I have something to ask you. Why the bitter face? Hmph, I won't let you off easily tonight,"
Ouman said coquettishly, giving me a sidelong glance.
"What the hell! How can you talk?" I asked in surprise. "I don't know, hey, I'm the one who should be asking you
, why are you asking me? Tell me, how many girls did you bully while I was unconscious? Don't tell me it was just
the ones in the family! What about Zero and Number One? Where did they go?" Oman seemed confused herself,
then bombarded me with questions.
I walked over with a grin and hugged Oman. "Well, that's a long story. Shall we sit down and talk?
" Oman pinched me again, kissed my cheek, and said with a smile, "It's a long story, let
's talk tonight. No sex until I tell you." "Ah! Now?" Oman didn't answer. She turned and stood at the door, straightened her clothes again, opened the door with a cold face, and walked out with her head held high. Oh! I see, Oman is going to establish 　　her authority
now . 　　 It seems Ouman and Xuemei had already clashed before I returned, otherwise why would my Ouman 　　have pulled my ear in front of everyone in the hall, and why were Xuemei and Longting looking so indignant earlier? Should I go watch, or transform into a catfish? 　　 I could faintly hear Ouman's voice in my ear; the presidential suite was separated from the main living room by several doors, so I couldn't hear 　　what they were saying. However, Xuemei's voice came clearly. 　　 "Ouman, okay. Xiaomei, you and Xiaoyun go cook. Well, then I'll listen to you from now on. 　　" Damn! Xuemei isn't the type to give in so easily. The expected fierce battle didn't happen; instead, Xuemei was surprisingly 　　compliant. Wow, she really is my little devil, so easy on me. Bonus points! 　　 Just as I was listening intently to Ouman and Xuemei's conversation, Xiaoyu and Xujun slipped in and immediately pounced on me. 　　They started fighting over who could lean against my chest. Headache! 　　 "Stop fooling around, be good, both of you," I said, holding one of them in each arm. But the two girls seemed determined to fight, and 　　I couldn't restrain them. One was pinching my penis, and the other was rubbing my scrotum. Damn it! Be gentle, okay? Treat it like an apron ...i=65> Pim! 　　 The two's struggle only stopped when Xiaoyun came in. Xiaoyu usually listened to Ouman and Xiaoyun, but just now...

For some reason, Xu Jun, whom I brought back, was behaving like a kitten clinging to its mother in front of Xiao Yun. Good, good.
At least my penis won't suffer.
"You didn't cook?" I asked Xiao Yun, who was holding Xiao Yu's hand with one hand and Xu Jun's arm with the other.
Xiao Yun blinked her eyes, smiled, and shook her head.
"I just heard... um... Come! Sit!" I pulled Xiao Yun to sit beside me, Xiao Yu on the other
side, and Xu Jun nestled close to Xiao Yun, glancing at me and then at her. Although I couldn't communicate with them, seeing
them leaning on me so affectionately made me feel relaxed. The setting sun shone in, and I felt very peaceful, just like I
had felt on the balcony of Ou Man's house—peaceful, quiet, and comfortable.
This peace was short-lived, interrupted by Ou Man and Xue Mei's intimate conversation.
"Hehe, little sister Ouman, you have no idea how worried Master was about you! He carried you here himself on the day of the move
. He wouldn't let anyone else help him the whole time." "Oh! He's still kind-hearted. He's just willful,
like a child, always making me worry. But with you here, big sister, I'm much more relaxed!" "No way,
only you can keep Master in check, I can't. I can only help the other sisters. I only have one wish:
Master's happiness is my happiness." "Yes, big sister is right. As long as he's happy, I'm happy too. But
he's playful, so we'll have to keep an eye on him from time to time. I'm young, so I'll need your
help in the future." "Look at what you're saying, little sister. One good thing about this world is that people don't get old. Hehe, that suits
us women perfectly." Ouman and Xuemei walked in hand in hand, laughing and joking. The two
looked so close, like they were born of the same mother. But after being tempered by the monstrous Xue Mei,
one could truly sense the glint of swords in their intimate conversation!
Xue Mei feigned weakness but wasn't truly weak, while Ou Man stood strong without being arrogant. I am a catfish, a joyful catfish, wahahahaha.
"Dinner's ready." "Master, dinner's ready." Ou Man walked straight over, pinched Xiao Yu's nose, took
my hand that Xiao Yu was holding, and led me into the living room. Xue Mei smiled at me, following behind me.
Dinner was very sumptuous. Ou Man, like a hostess, invited everyone to sit down, constantly adding food to my plate,
putting some on this person's plate, putting some on that person's plate, telling this person to eat more, telling that person not to be picky about food. Throughout the meal, she
ate the least herself, and then picked up an apple and started eating it. It was intentional, absolutely intentional. Ou Man likes to eat fruit
as her main meal. Before, when there were fewer people, I noticed it immediately. Now that there were more people, and she acted like a hostess,
everyone ignored her. Anyway, there were plenty of people around, so I didn't mind her eating a little. I said a couple of things when there were fewer people around and then let her be
.
After dinner, I sat by the French windows. Ouman gently walked over and sat beside me, resting her head on my
shoulder, quietly watching the setting sun. "When I can't wake up, I always dream of watching
the sunset with you like this, and I always think I'll never have the chance again," Ouman said softly.
I stroked her hair. "I miss you so much. I always watch it alone, and I always wish you were here."
Ouman nodded in my arms and didn't say anything more. The red sun finally reluctantly set behind the mountains, emitting its last
ray of light.
"Master, your milk." Xuemei came over, carrying a cup. Xuemei naturally sat down on the other
side. She said softly, "There's some for me and Tingting in there." I turned to look at her, and Xuemei smiled sweetly.
I chuckled and pinched Xue Mei's cheek. Ou Man looked over curiously, wondering what we were talking about.
I downed the milk in my cup in one gulp. "Ugh! I'm so tired today! I'm going to take a shower." I said, walking into
the bathroom, wondering who would come. Suddenly, the door opened, and Xiao Yu poked her head in, smiling sweetly before slipping inside
. Before she could close the door, Xiao Yun and Xu Jun came in as well.
Seeing Xiao Yu naked and groping me, Xu Jun immediately took off his clothes and joined her.
One was a tall, naturally beautiful, hairless girl whose development I had just begun, and the other was
a short, youthful girl with naturally beautiful breasts whom I had just deflowered. Standing next to me, they started vying to touch each other, and then
there was Xiao Yun, with her excellent figure and looks, and a touch of maternal glow. This shower was incredibly tiring!
Especially Xiaoyun and Xu Jun, I don't know why the two of them just can't seem to get along. They were initially gently
touching my sensitive areas, but soon they'd start fighting over who got to use that area, getting increasingly rough.
Xiaoyun was gently wiping my body, and I only pulled the two women away when they were in the way. After I finished what I was doing
, the two women started fighting over it again. Damn it, couldn't you two just rub my penis and massage my scrotum?! I slapped each of them
on the buttocks, but they couldn't stop me. I quickly finished washing up and ran out. What a mess! So embarrassing!
Naked, with my penis throbbing and rubbing from the two women, I walked into the room. Xuemei and
Long Ting were sitting on the sofa, talking intimately. When they saw me walking in naked, Long Ting actually blushed and
spat. Walking up behind them, I kissed one of them. "What are you talking about? Tch, you've seen it before.
Still blushing." "Master, Ouman is waiting for you in the room. Good luck tonight! Do you want Tingting to squeeze some more
for you? Hehe, Master has worked so hard today. I should have known better than to take you to school." Xuemei teased with a grin
.
"Dare to question Master's abilities? Believe me, Master will deal with you all today." I reached out
and pinched Xuemei and Longting's large breasts. Huh! The sun has risen in the west! Longting didn't dodge, though she was clearly very embarrassed
.
"Alright, Master, hurry up and go, or you'll get your ears pulled again. Xuemei feels sorry for you. Master can make
it up to me and Tingting later." I whispered on Xuemei's shoulder, "I don't
care what happened before I came back. From now on, I'll side with justice, not family!" After saying that, I kissed each of them again and walked towards the presidential suite. Oumani=61> Ouman isn't the jealous type. Although she has her own opinions on some things, she always forgives me and pays close 　　attention to every aspect of each new girl, striving to take care of everyone like an older sister. She originally...

I've had doubts about my personality after waking up, but this is the Ouman I know. So,
the way I interacted with Xuemei today must mean something happened before I got home. But Xuemei has already, at least outwardly
, submitted, so I can't ask her. I can only ask Ouman.
As soon as I entered, I saw Ouman sitting on the sofa looking at the notebook I usually write in. When she saw me come in,
she dropped the notebook and ran over, hugging my waist tightly and resting her head against my chest. I half-
dragged her back to the sofa, jokingly saying, "What's wrong? You look like you're saying goodbye forever. You're the best, all this
time you've just slept, while I've been living alone all this time." "You're the one who just slept
? You think I really don't know anything? You bullied Little Lily, and then complained that she wasn't obedient. Buses,
school. You used to at least talk to me, but then you found someone new and forgot the old. You heartless bastard
!" Oman's eyes reddened as she spoke, and she punched me a few times with her small fists.
I hugged Oman tightly, lowered my head, and kissed her red lips, my nimble tongue entwining with hers.
Oman quickly let out a deep moan, slowly collapsing onto the sofa, her arms around my neck, allowing me to
freely caress her breasts, which I hadn't touched in so long. "A little harder, I like it," Oman
said weakly after a while.
The hand that had been gently kneading her breasts through her clothes obediently slipped inside, revealing her smooth skin and erect
nipples. I squeezed harder, shaping her firm breasts into various forms, which earned me an even more passionate kiss from Oman.
Her slightly cool hand reached down to my crotch, her palm resting on my burning penis, her slender fingers lightly
touching my scrotum, a little itchy, a little numb.
The hand that had been around my neck withdrew, gently pushing against my chest. I lifted my body in surprise
, and Oman slid down like a nimble fish, licking my way down with her fragrant tongue until she reached my crotch. Her hands
gently cupped my buttocks, her tongue touching my sensitive anus, circling it again and again, then my perineum, before
gently taking one of my testicles into her mouth and playing with it. Even as I grew impatient, she continued to slowly lick my penis,
then gently took the glans into her mouth. I couldn't help but let out a satisfied breath. I never expected that after so
long, Oman would still remember my favorite way of giving oral sex.
Excitedly, I picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her legs on my shoulders. Her tightly closed labia
parted slightly with excitement, constantly releasing clear fluid. I lowered my head and licked them, a small tuft of sparse, soft
pubic hair occasionally brushing against my nose. Her smooth legs, with each moan, squeezed my head together,
reminding me that that was where she felt most comfortable.
Her clitoris, hidden deep inside, peeked out. I looked at Oman, her whole body flushed, chuckled, and opened my mouth to take it in
. "Ah! No!" she cried, but her legs were already wrapped around my neck, pressing down hard, her little buttocks
constantly lifting upwards to make it easier for me to suckle. Her hands, which had been kneading her breasts, pulled my hands to
her pert nipples, which I squeezed hard, my thumb teasing the erect nipples.
Oman grew increasingly excited, suddenly spreading her legs and pulling me up onto her, giving me a deep kiss.
She said in a seductive voice, "I want it." "Want what?" I teased her. "I want my husband's big cock." Oman
kissed me again, letting out a soft moan. Her fingers teased my burning penis, pressing it against the entrance of her vagina. "I want my husband's big
cock." I thrust my hips forward, parting the opening that was gently biting me, and pushed in.
"Wait!" Oman suddenly frowned, her face contorted in pain. "Slow down." "What's wrong?" I
asked curiously. My glans seemed to encounter some resistance, but I didn't stop, forcefully pushing it in.
"Ah! It hurts!" Oman cried out in pain.
I quickly withdrew, asking her with concern what was wrong. We both looked down at our groins. Holy crap! There was blood
. After several months apart, the first time I had sex with Oman, she was bleeding.
"I think you've broken my hymen again," Oman said, wincing in pain.
Damn! Strange things happen every year, but this year seems especially strange. He managed to break his wife's hymen twice. I did
n't care anymore. I pressed her down again and thrust inside.
"Really? You managed to break my wife's hymen twice? Looks like I'll have to call Xiaoyun to check. I'll be gentle
!" I teased.
"You're so naughty. Be gentle!" I thrust in and out little by little, deeper and deeper, feeling the tight, wave-like
grip inside. Soon I pressed against the soft flesh inside, trying to push in even deeper.
"Ah! I've reached it! You're still pushing? Do you want to go all the way in?" "More than that, I wish I could push my whole body
inside." Even so, I began to gently touch that soft flesh. Oman quickly lost herself in
the sea of lust. Her moans grew louder and louder. The tiny, biting openings on my penis tightened
, making thrusting increasingly difficult.
"Almost there, almost there!" Oman cried out, her arms and legs clamping tightly around me. A surge of heat hit
my glans, her vaginal opening clenched, and her whole body trembled like a sieve.
I thrust with all my might, making Oman's cries even wilder, until she collapsed limply onto the bed.
Just as I was about to withdraw, Oman whispered softly, as if drowning, "No, don't pull out." I climbed on top of her, my penis
slowly pulsating, quietly waiting for Oman to recover.
Oman opened her eyes, pulled my head towards her, and kissed me deeply. "I feel so good, so happy!" "
Then feel even better, even happier," I teased. Oman kept her eyes closed and said nothing, just held me tightly. I
thrust again with all my might. Three times in total, Oman had three orgasms before I finally ejaculated inside her. I lay
on my side beside her, my large hand gently caressing her beautiful body, causing her to tremble. After a long while, Ou
Man, having recovered, laboriously nestled into my arms
."By the way, what exactly happened to you two? Why did you both suddenly pass out? And why did it take you so long to wake up?
" After our lovemaking, I asked, stroking Ouman's smooth back.
"I don't know, I just remember you playing tricks on me in the mall, and after the climax, I don't know how I fell asleep."
Later, I found I couldn't wake up no matter what I did; the deeper I slept, the more I drifted into a deep sleep. "Sometimes I could
hear you speaking intermittently, sometimes I could hear Sister Xuemei speaking. But most of the time there was silence. There was even
a period when I felt like I was dying, but I was always thinking of you, wondering if you were doing well, if you were
upset by something again, if you would impulsively hurt yourself again." As Ouman spoke, her fingertips
touched the faint wound on my palm.
I hugged her tightly, needing no words of emotion, just holding her close. "
And then? You don't know, I was so worried. If you didn't wake up, I wouldn't live anymore. Seeing you suddenly awake today really
startled me." "I don't believe it, you heartless thing." Ouman said, pinching me
lightly, but her face was full of happiness. "Then, I don't know why, I heard Xiaoyun calling me, and suddenly
I felt a surge of strength, a renewed sense of hope." "Oh, Xiaoyun called you? Did Xiaoyun wake up first?"
I asked curiously. This time, of the three of them, Ouman could speak, let alone speak. Although Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu
couldn't speak yet, they were clearly very different from before they were unconscious. I couldn't quite put my finger on the difference, but it was definitely
noticeable.
"No, I woke up first, Xiaoyu woke up second, and Xiaoyun woke up last. I just felt
Xiaoyun calling me in my sleep. Xiaoyu felt the same way, but Xiaoyun doesn't remember." Ouman shook
his head and said.
"Ah! You mean you and Xiaoyu both saw Xiaoyun calling you in your dreams? You've never heard Xiaoyun
speak, how do you know it was her?" I asked curiously.
"How could I not know? When I was unconscious just now..." Ouman suddenly stopped, seemingly thinking about
something difficult.
"Tell me, why did you stop?" I asked urgently.
"Then I'll tell you, but you're not allowed to tell Xiaoyun." "Oman bit her lip and said under my constant urging.
I hurriedly made a vow, only to be met with a big eye roll.
"When I was unconscious just now, Xiaoyun kept talking in her sleep." "Ah! What did she say? I talk in my sleep too,
what's so difficult about that?" After all that, it was just about talking in her sleep, and she kept me in suspense for so long. I angrily picked up
Oman's tender labia and rubbed them.
"Ugh, I'm all swollen, and you don't even know to be gentle, you're just bullying me!" Oman pinched me lightly and frowned
. "Xiaoyun is talking about you." I looked at the half-congealed blood on my finger, it seems I really have lost my virginity
. "Damn it! Who bullied you? Who said they wanted to? Hehe! Okay, I'm sorry, tell me,
what did Xiaoyun say about me?" "Well, it's like, she feels quite dependent on you, but she also feels, well, something's wrong with her own changes
." "Ouman hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Wrong? What's wrong? How is it wrong?" I was even more confused.
"It's hard to say. She probably still remembers some things from her past, and
is confused about her current personality or way of handling things. I can't really say either, but at the beginning, I always heard Xiaoyun crying and talking.
Do you remember Xiaoyun's diary?" Ouman said, recalling and confused.
"Yes, why?" Of course I remember. The gap between her beauty and family background led to Xiaoyun's tragic life.
She was raped, her family was broken, she sacrificed herself to save her father, and she married someone who didn't love her and suffered all kinds of hardships.
"But when I heard her talking in her sleep, she should have been a happy person. She loved her husband and children very much. She
always said that she was sorry to her husband, sorry to her children, and that she was a lewd person. She had no face
to see her family after she died." "Wait. You said Xiaoyun has children?" I asked in surprise, and then curled my lips. "She's a medical student,
she can't be that old-fashioned! What era is this?" "Besides her diaries, and I haven't seen any
children's things in her house!" "How should I know? You bad thing, did you even ask how everyone felt? You only care about your own
comfort." Oman said resentfully.
"Ah! This..." I was speechless. Apart from Xiaobaihe, none of the people had really thought about this issue.
"What about you? You don't want to? You've thought about the past too?" "Hmph, you're lucky. I used to only vaguely
feel that I had changed a bit, but now I don't think about it anymore." Then she said gently, "Being with you is
enough." "Yeah, my wife is the best. But in the future, Xiaoyun..." I hesitated.
"Let it be. Anyway, Xiaoyun won't remember anything about herself in the end. When she woke me up,
I already asked for you. She now thinks you are her only support. So you're lucky." Oman
said irritably. "Do you know what I always feel is wrong about?" "Every time I see you with other
women, I feel a little uncomfortable, but as soon as I see you so happy, I suddenly feel happy too
, and I just think about how to make you even happier. I just hope everyone can make you happy." "Ah!" "
Well, it seems I should be more careful in the future.
" "Ah! What?! I don't know why, but every time I see you being naughty to us, I feel
especially satisfied." Ouman's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, shyly saying, "Before, every time I saw Xiaoyu and Xiaoyun being
with you, I would come very quickly and feel very good. I would always think about how to make Xiaoyu and Xiaoyun dress up to
your standards, so that you would be even more, even better when you were with them." At the end, Ouman hid in my arms
.
Haha, it seems my worries were unnecessary, I'm relieved now. My big hands started to knead Ouman's body all 　　 over
."Oh right, you still haven't said when you'll be able to talk!" I asked, touching her as I did so. 　　 "No, be gentle, it's a little swollen there." Oman pushed 　　me away as I kneaded the tender flesh between her legs. "And you're one to talk, didn't you ask us not to wear underwear so it would be easier for you to do bad things?" "Ah! 　　Oh! I think I said that." I replied curiously. "Why are you asking that?" "Hmph, I knew it was you, 　　you bad guy, you think it would be easier for us not to wear underwear?" Oman pouted and said resentfully.

"No way, it's just for looks, isn't it? A little glimpse of spring!" I said shamelessly. "Don't you know girls have
many styles of underwear? Isn't it prettier than being naked?" Ouman pinched me and said.
"Ah! I'm not a girl, how would I know? Nobody arranged it." I said irritably.
"Hmph! That Xue Mei sister, she listened to you, and as soon as she woke up, she resolutely carried out your orders. She
's naked herself, and she wants us to be naked too. Hmph! I got impatient and started talking. Luckily, she can talk now,
otherwise..." Ouman's face was unfriendly!
She understood what happened before I came back. Xue Mei probably saw that Ouman and the other two were awake and used my orders
to establish her authority. But Ouman could talk, which scared her. I knew Ouman was such a gentle and considerate person, but
when she saw me, she immediately pulled my ear, showing no respect at all. The two women must have had a big conflict before!
Seeing my eyes darting around, Ouman quickly said coquettishly, "What are you thinking? It's all a misunderstanding
. It's good that Sister Xuemei listens to you so much. It's just that she's always been in charge of everyone's affairs before. If you think
Sister Xuemei is suitable, then let Sister Xuemei take charge. But I won't go without underwear!" I hurriedly coaxed,
"Xuemei is good, but how should I put it, she doesn't think far ahead. In the future, you'll still be in charge, and she'll assist you. After all, you
're my wife! Since you're not awake, she's just temporarily taking care of things." I had a headache, but I was smiling, though I really did.
But Ouman and Xuemei each have their own merits, so I'll just appease both of them, haha!
"I just hope that we can all be well and happy together. Women are a little scheming, you won't blame me, will you
?" Ouman said leisurely while teasing my slightly awakened penis.
She'd already said it was for everyone's good and happiness, so what could I say? Women are devils,
they've said everything, good or bad, what else is there to ask? " Let the two devils fight it out. I'm the catfish, a happy catfish."
Silky thighs slipped between mine, touching my reviving penis. I pressed Oman down beneath me, ready
to mount her again.
"Oh no, it's hard again. I can't take it anymore. My lower body still hurts." Oman
said, looking at my menacing penis with lingering fear.
"Ah! What should I do? My wife definitely hasn't had enough." I said, pinching Oman's erect nipples.
"Who hasn't had enough? Only you haven't. Go find some other sisters. Xiaoyu and Xiaoyun haven't been with you in a long time
. Today is really strange, why is there bleeding? It seems I really need to let Xiaoyun take a look." Oman
said, frowning slightly.
"Then I'll keep you company." I hugged Oman and kissed her.
"No, you should go keep Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu company too." Oman pushed me off the bed.
"Then I'll go call them." "No, the sheets are all dirty. Don't come here." Oman pointed to the blood-
stained sheets beneath him.
"Tch, what's there to be afraid of? Perfect, let Xiaoyun take a look. You wait here." Ignoring Oman's nagging behind me, I
opened the door and dashed out. After asking Xiaomei, who was cleaning, I went into the bodyguard's room.
As soon as I entered, I saw Xiaoyun sitting lazily on the sofa, reading a book. She was wearing an oversized white
shirt, the top two buttons undone, her hair cascading down her face, which she elegantly brushed
aside from time to time. Her fair and plump thighs were exposed at the hem of the shirt, elegant and alluring. Seeing me peek in, she smiled,
put down her book, and came over, opening the door. The light illuminated her dark red nipples, which rose and
fell with her breath.
In contrast to Xiaoyun's serene demeanor, Xiaoyu and Xujun were locked in a fierce struggle on the large bed
, completely unaware of my arrival. The bed was littered with dolls, and I wondered what they were fighting over. Fine, I pulled Xiaoyun
out the door, gently closing it behind me, and launched into a passionate kiss.
Xiaoyun gently embraced me, quietly responding to my kisses. Too slow, I swept her up in my arms and
quickly carried her back to the presidential suite. Ouman had already pulled a silk blanket over her beautiful body. I tossed Xiaoyun onto the bed
and pounced on her. Xiaoyun shyly closed her eyes in response to my kisses, her little tongue gently protruding, allowing me to freely
explore it.
She slowly rose, receiving my passionate kisses as she unbuttoned her shirt and placed it on the bedside table. Her tender, smooth breasts
were exposed, and I lowered my head to take one in and lick it. On the other side, Ouman was also kneading Xiaoyun's nipples
. I reached down to Xiaoyun's crotch, teasing her sensitive labia through her silk panties. Soon, her crotch was
wet with her juices. I lifted a corner and slipped my fingers inside. Xiaoyun tensed up, then
slowly relaxed as she adjusted to my teasing. Touching her erect clitoris, she trembled again. Her cool little hands gently squeezed my hot
penis, brimming with desire. Crystalline tears streamed down her beautiful face. She gently lifted her hips so I could remove
her panties, which were soaked with her juices. Her legs eagerly wrapped around my waist; they were so smooth.
Ouman playfully sat up, leaning against me, her little hands squeezing my penis against
Xiaoyun's vaginal opening. Then, she propped her head up and watched me slowly penetrate Xiaoyun's body. Uh! Another
obstacle?
"How come even Xiaoyun is a virgin?" I turned to Ouman behind me and asked. Oman looked confused
, while Xiaoyun beneath me opened her eyes in surprise, her delicate brows furrowed, tears wetting her hair
.
With a forceful thrust, I broke through the thin barrier, and Xiaoyun, in pain, gripped the sheet beside her pillow and twisted. The slippery
vagina allowed me to easily reach the deepest point. Oman, who had also fallen asleep, nodded and said, "Really? There's bleeding
. How strange." This movement caused the silk blanket covering us to slip off. I placed one hand on Oman's full breasts and
the other on Xiaoyun's large breasts, and began to slowly thrust in and out.
Unlike Oman, who expressed her pleasure and pain through my body, Xiaoyun
simply clutched the sheet, looking at me gently with tears streaming down her face. I pressed her anus, finally causing this
woman, who had always maintained a gentle demeanor, to shake her head in fear.　　It's a strange feeling. Whether on the bus or on campus, the main reason is the desire for novelty and excitement. But at home with Xue Mei and Long Ting, it's a feeling of being subservient, like a master facing a sex slave.

With Ouman and Xuemei, it was the kind of equal, husband-wife communication.
Ouman was the younger wife, gentle yet wild, like Shaolin masters sparring, each move wide and
powerful, seemingly fierce, yet perfectly coordinated and knowing each other inside and out.
Xiaoyun was the older wife, gentle and quiet, like two Tai Chi masters practicing push hands, seemingly unremarkable,
yet each move exuding power, one lifting her hips perfectly, the other gently teasing my throbbing scrotum with her fingertips. The rhythmic and gentle
movements were warm and romantic, even when she was reaching multiple orgasms, she would only hold my neck and breathe heavily in my ear.
Ouman would also join in at the right time, kissing me and pinching Xiaoyun. After the whole thing, Xiaoyun had five orgasms, and
the sheets beneath her were soaked.
"You bad boy, you're getting better and better now." Xiaoyun was already dazed and limp on the bed, barely breathing
, while I showed no signs of ejaculating. Ouman opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth in surprise as he said this.
I leered and pulled Ouman's thigh over, scaring her into dodging. "Go find Xiaoyu, honey! Look,
it's still swollen and red." "I'll be right back." I jumped off the bed and rushed out.
As soon as I entered, I saw Xiaoyu sitting angrily on the edge of the bed. The teddy bear was dead, its lining wads of cotton scattered
everywhere. Seeing me come in, her eyes lit up, and she pounced on me. Her little hand grabbed my penis, and I immediately lay down
on the bed. As if afraid Xu Jun would snatch it away, Xiaoyu lowered her head and took my penis, which was covered in semen and blood, into her mouth. Xu Jun
angrily tried to snatch it away, how frustrating! Fortunately, Xiaoyun, who had been barely breathing just moments
before, stumbled over and took Xu Jun away.
Seeing her rival gone, Xiaoyu loosened her grip on my penis slightly and turned to lie on top of me.
Her little bottom, wearing strawberry panties, swayed against my face. I pulled aside the crotch of her underwear, and her pink, hairless vulva
came into view. Her little bottom pressed down, and I opened my mouth to take it in, my tongue beginning to tease it. Xiaoyu, after
I licked her, looked up and gasped, her little hand stroking my purplish-red penis before she lowered her head and swallowed it deeply.
Damn deepthroat! Xiaoyu knew me so well, or rather, Xiaoyu was a blank slate, completely under my
tutelage, trained in my favorite way. Whatever I asked, she did her best to fulfill it
. Now, I felt that every movement she made perfectly satisfied my needs. Finally, I ejaculated,
shouting, "Xiaoyu, I've ejaculated!" Xiaoyu lowered her head deeply, trying her best to push my throbbing penis into
her mouth, constantly gagging, constantly going deeper. One spurt of semen after another shot in, until the last drop.
Xiaoyu turned over, two thick lines of semen hanging from the corners of her mouth on her delicate face. The contrast between innocence and debauchery
was perfectly embodied on her face. She stuck out her tongue, smiling, and licked the two streams of semen into her mouth,
swallowing them. After resting for a while, she took off her clothes, naked, and placed my hand on her well-developed, pert
breasts, her eyes glazed. She reached down to her crotch, which was straddling my face, and began to play with it. The bright red flesh of her hairless vulva
grew increasingly wet under my pale fingers, my fingertips glistening with the flowing fluid, constantly gliding over her tender pink anus.
She parted her labia wide, repeatedly gliding the bright red flesh inside against my nose, her fingertip
pressed against the indentation in front of my eyes, probing inside—innocent yet wanton! Heh.
Just as half a fingertip had entered, Xiaoyu froze. Could it be? Xiaoyu was a virgin too? Given
the precedents of Ouman and Xiaoyun, I quickly made her remove her hand. With Xiaoyu's help, I finally saw the membrane inside her vaginal opening
. Another virgin? Another one today? Did some unknown thing above give out bonuses? If
I deflower all fifteen virgins on campus today, plus Ouman and the other two, that's eighteen
. Many people probably never deflower that many in their entire lives.
Xiaoyu didn't think about any of that. Seeing my penis showing signs of arousal, she immediately crawled between my legs,
her little tongue scraping against my glans. Her little bottom thumped high, constantly wriggling, urging me
to quickly comfort it. Seeing I didn't react, she immediately jumped off the bed, staring at me with her innocent, wide eyes
while licking my scrotum and penis with her tongue.
Unlike Xuemei's humble licking on all fours, Xiaoyu fully displayed
the characteristics of her innocent face and lewd actions. She completely mastered the stark contrast, making one want to press her down and ravage her. I exploded
, I exploded again. I pressed Xiaoyu down onto the bed. Her expression—a mixture of grievance, anticipation, and vulnerability—was perfectly captured
. I parted her legs, not allowing her to adjust with slow thrusts, but penetrating deeply, forcing open her vaginal opening, breaking through
the hymen she had regained, and plunging into her constantly sucking flesh. Xiaoyu's hands gripped my back tightly; her pained
yet submissive expression aroused me. Conquest, relentless conquest. Xiaoyu endured the pain, gradually transforming it into a
more ferocious response. She rolled over, pinning me beneath her, like a rider galloping across an endless plain, rising and falling on top of me . Each thrust was a high rise, a heavy fall, allowing my entire penis to feel the constantly 　　throbbing, sucking flesh
inside . Just as the tide of pleasure was about to reach its peak, I changed from rising and falling to moving back and forth, 　　my penis deeply inserted, savoring the sucking sensation. 　　 My orgasm had barely subsided when Xiaoyu followed. The grinding became faster and faster. Her hands were behind her, gripping my 　　thighs, her body pressed down like a fully drawn bow, grinding relentlessly. Suddenly, she went limp, trembling as she lay 　　between my thighs. Her fingers gripped my leg bones, sometimes tight, sometimes loose. My penis, glistening with oil, stood erect in the air. 　　I sat up, looking at the limp Xiaoyu—a triumph, a tremendous triumph! Eighteen stabs, each one drawing blood! 　　 I bent down beside Xiaoyu, gently stroking her sensitive body. Poor little girl! Looking at the bloodstains on her vulva 　　, looking at Xiaoyu panting with her eyes closed, a wave of tenderness washed over me. But before I could even finish feeling tender for her 　　, Xiaoyu recovered, turning over and lying down, shaking her pert buttocks to signal me to continue. What else could I say! I took up my weapon, 　　kneeling on Xiaoyu's thighs, spreading her buttocks with one hand, and guiding my penis inside with the other. After a few thrusts, 　　Xiaoyu propped herself up, turned her head, and kissed me. Luckily, Xiaoyu had long legs and a short torso, so I 　　could easily meet her lips and tongue by stretching my neck. With one hand, I grasped her soft breasts and began to tease her erect nipples. 　　 The more I thrust, the more aroused I became. Xiaoyu arched her hips, allowing me to grip her waist tightly as I pounded into her.

Come on. We didn't exchange a single word, just my satisfied moans and Xiaoyu's rhythmic panting.
We always managed to change positions at the perfect moment. Our coordination was incredible, and finally, with her intense sucking
and the warm fluid gushing onto my glans, I roared and ejaculated inside her.
I felt like I was flying, and I weakly rolled over, a wave of drowsiness washing over me. I fell asleep
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