The Silent World 9

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Episode 9:
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, I didn't know why, I didn't know what the future held. I woke up three women in succession, and met a pockmarked woman like myself, but I still couldn't find my way, I didn't even know why I had become one of those active in this silent world. I only knew that I truly existed in this silent world.
Back home, Oman released her grip on my hand and used her authority as the boss to kick everyone out.
She took me to her dreamlike room, helped me take a bath, and laid me on the bed. Then, naked and soft Oman pulled me into her arms.
I lay silently in Oman's arms, my mind filled with the fear from before. Countless times when I first woke up, wanting to do something, I kept thinking about what would happen if people suddenly woke up and grabbed me. From taking things from small shops, from smashing up commercial streets, from looting money, I gradually broke through, and finally, that fear of people suddenly waking up sank to the lowest point in the sea of sex. The life with Ouman, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyun almost made me forget that worry. I indulged in things I shouldn't have been enjoying in the city, oblivious to everything else. I saw the people standing there as puppets, toys to be played with at will.
I ate the best, drank the best, smoked the best, played with the most beautiful virgins, and manipulated the people standing on the street at will.
I was like a child playing freely in an amusement park, but I forgot that you have to buy a ticket to enter. Today, the bride and bridesmaids' unusually rapid awakening forced out my long-dormant fear again. I looked at Ouman, who was silently watching me. She was so gentle and considerate, but would she also suddenly wake up one day and tear me apart angrily, just like in my dream? Lying in Ouman's warm embrace, my heart grew colder and colder, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and I fell asleep.
For the next month, Ouman cared for me like a devoted wife. Every morning she would take me for a run, and after dinner we would go for walks in different places. She slept with me every night, inviting Xiaoyu along on Wednesdays and both Xiaoyu and Xiaoyun on Fridays. When we were alone together, she was so gentle and sexy, constantly arousing my sexual nerves, allowing me to recover through intense sexual encounters.
Actually, I recovered by the third day. That evening, Ouman suggested we go to the monument to see the scenery. Passing by the hospital, Xiaoyun entered; she had gone to see her father. Looking at the old man in the hospital bed, covered in IV drips, Xiaoyun, for the first time, didn't shed a tear, revealing a cold and aloof expression. She gently fetched water and wiped the old man's body. The old man lay blankly in bed, the monitoring equipment beside him black. I tried to turn it on, but for some reason I couldn't. I carefully observed Xiaoyun's father. The old man's mouth was open, a suction tube in his throat, but he was breathing steadily. It seemed this silent world at least allowed Wang Yun's father to continue living, instead of being in the intensive care unit constantly on the verge of death. Wang Yun could at least see her father occasionally, instead of grieving in the cemetery.
While Ou Man and the others were helping Wang Yun, I went down to the seventh floor. I don't know why, I just wanted to see. In the seventh-floor corridor, seven naked female bodies lay stacked, covered in crimson bruises. It seemed that before they woke up, the marks on their bodies remained unchanged. I squatted down, looking at the hairless nurse, her entire body covered in handprints and scratches. Overwhelmed with guilt, looking at the naked nurse's bruised body, I couldn't help but slap myself hard. Damn it, you're not even human! You don't respect others; even if the crowd wakes up, you deserve to be beaten to death. Responsibility and obligation—since you've enjoyed what you shouldn't have, be prepared to accept punishment at any time. From today onward, from this moment on, treat everyone you awaken well. Before I'm beaten to death, at least I can say I haven't wronged you.
Oman ran downstairs, saw my flushed cheeks, and cupped my face in her hands. Oman's cool hands soothed my burning cheeks. She looked at the ground, then at me, and tenderly pulled me into her arms. My
head rested on Oman's shoulder, my eyes fixed on the horrific scene on the ground, a resolute determination forming in my heart. Oman dragged me towards the stairwell. Every time I tried to look back, to imprint the horrific scene on the ground in my mind, Oman shook her head and dragged me away.
That night, Oman called Xiaoyu, and the two of them helped me bathe, followed by their intimate service.
On the fifth day, Oman, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyun helped me bathe, after which three beautiful bodies lay on the bed, each with a different type of beautiful buttocks and a different type of beautiful vagina. I was captivated, completely obsessed. I eagerly awaited the seventh day with four or five people. Alas, it seemed Orman had no intention of bringing in the two newcomers. It appears my fear reaction that day caused Orman some resistance towards them. Each blissful day was followed by a day of abstinence, as Orman insisted on. In Orman's words, "I want it every day, or you'll die, you big pervert!"
After the second "Three Beauties Serve Day," I started to carefully observe Zero and Number One. Um, I don't know their names. The bride has big breasts, so let's call her Zero. The bridesmaid is my type, so let's call her Number One. I'll look up their names when I have time. Speaking of which, the bride's true appearance really makes me want to beat up the makeup artist. Did the makeup artist have a grudge against her? An oval face, bangs that reach her eyebrows, wine-red hair flowing down her back, big eyes, and a slightly resolute pursed red mouth. She was wearing a black mini-skirt, clearly the image of an energetic and mature woman. Thinking back to that day after makeup, she looked like a timid wife, what a waste of such an alluring figure. Um, that black mini-skirt looks familiar. Holy crap, that's clearly Xiaoyun's clothes! She actually made her look like she had a huge bust. This... How big should they be? It's amazing! My lower body is getting hard again. I have to say, I have good taste, otherwise such a beauty would have slipped away. The bridesmaids are even less remarkable. Except for their sparse eyebrows, they are practically a younger version of Charlie Yeung. Although they don't have the exaggerated bust size of a size zero, their delicate and frail appearance is simply heartbreaking. Wearing the Orman dress, they manage to make it look ethereal.
But beneath their beautiful exteriors lie countless questions. First, why did they wake up so quickly? It scared me half to death. Could it be because I woke up so many people that I leveled up and quickly gave up on that idea? Did they really think it was a game, where you level up by having sex with a few people? But thinking about it more, it's not impossible. In this silent world, countless people are stunned, relying on sex and ejaculation to... It can wake people up. It also strengthens its own physical energy by absorbing the energy of the person it wakes up. Should I cut myself deeper or wait and see?
Also, there's their level of autonomy. I remember when we first came back, Ouman, trying to make me happier, wrote in bed one night ("Are these two really just awake? Why did they both go to take a shower as soon as we got home? I didn't even have time to arrange anything."). Looking at Ouman's disgruntled face, I, who didn't want to talk at the time, took her pen and paper and wrote ("You just can't sit still. Isn't it good that they do things on their own without your instructions?"). Looking at Ouman's pouting lips, I wrote again ("Even if they can fly, you're still the eldest sister, aren't you?"). Thinking about it now, it's really strange. Whether it's Ouman, Xiaoyu, or Xiaoyun, which one didn't I have to tell them before they did anything? They only started doing things on their own after staying at home for a few days. "Could they be different species?" I chuckled at the thought. Just then, Oman walked over, using her two-finger kung fu to interrupt my laughter. She walked up to me, gave me a sidelong glance, and then sat down opposite the two women. The two women sat hand-in-hand on the living room sofa, looking dazed, their backs ramrod straight, displaying their impressive breasts. Oman sat on a small soft stool opposite, legs crossed, her long, smooth legs gleaming softly in the sunlight—so alluring. Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu each had their arms around my arms, standing beside me. Xiaoyu, in particular, looked like she was watching a good show, so I casually pinched her bottom. Damn, no reaction. Was Xiaoyu already prepared for me to grope her?
How boring. Xiaoyun was much better; her large breasts occasionally massaged my arm. I turned my head to look—such a deep cleavage. I'm getting excited.
Looking back into the living room, the air crackled with the invisible glint of swords. Oman, a lone swordswoman, possessed profound skill and the aura of a master, further enhanced by her home-field advantage. The two women were a formidable duo, each with their own strengths, and despite being on the opposing side, their momentum was in no way diminished. Suddenly, Oman moved. She tossed her flowing hair, bent over, displaying her ample bosom, and held a gleaming golden sword—no, a golden pen—in her delicate hand, writing a challenge on pristine white paper: a duel was imminent. She picked up the challenge and slid it past the two women, her sharp, sword-like eyes sweeping over them, sending chills down my spine. I took a closer look at the challenge letter. Several large, flamboyant characters read, "You're quite the talker
, aren't you? Believe me or not, your activities will be cut off for seven days." "Xiaoyu, take you upstairs. Wang Yun, go cook." Oh, so it was about me. Quick, get out of here! I grabbed Xiaoyu and headed upstairs. Just as I was about to tell Xiaoyun to cook, a miracle happened—witness this miracle! Xiaoyun, without my prompting, saw Ouman's note and turned to go into the kitchen. What's going on? I looked back at Ouman, only to see her eyes already fixed on the two girls. "
Let's go upstairs first.
" I plopped down on the sofa, and Xiaoyu immediately jumped onto my lap, burying herself in my arms. I quickly put Xiaoyu down, staring at her blank eyes, and said seriously, "You just saw it, right? Ouman's note. You know what it says, don't you?"
Xiaoyu immediately snuggled into my arms again. This...this isn't scientific! Can you give me a hint? After a while, Xiaoyu turned on her PS3. Let me play with her. Poor thing, the little girl seems to enjoy watching me play. When will she be able to play by herself? I've already played through it several times already. Besides clinging to me, helping me bathe, and obeying me, can't you do anything else? But it's kind of fun, hehe, people are just like that. Isn't Xiaoyu nice like this? She can't do the two-finger kung fu, she doesn't talk back, and she doesn't threaten. Speaking of threats, she actually dared to threaten me not to sleep with her for seven days. Humph, today we'll have a foursome.
After dinner, I went to the balcony on the second floor. Xiaoyu made me a cup of tea, and Ouman sat quietly beside me. I watched the crimson sun slowly sink below the mountains. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on me. There was a cup of hot tea beside the wicker chair, and three beautiful girls were around me. Ouman and Xiaoyun each held one of my hands, and Xiaoyu leaned on my shoulder. Xiaoyu's short hair occasionally brushed against my neck in the breeze. A sweet scent wafted through the quiet city.
"By the way, Ouman, did you notice? Today, Xiaoyun saw your note and went to cook for herself."
Lost in this sweet moment, my inquisitive nature got the better of me, and I said, somewhat spoiling the atmosphere.
(Yeah, actually I already knew a couple of days ago.) Ouman wrote in his notebook.
"Oh,"
I didn't even move, just casually said, "How did you find out? I didn't know."
(You were still at Wang Yun's house then. Xiaoyu kept dragging me there, so I wrote something for her to see, and she behaved herself. Later, I wrote things for her to do, and she did them all. I don't know why. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you'd overthink it. I feel like something's wrong with me; I get confused when I think about things. Ouman wrote quite slowly this time, so I had to lean over and read her words bit by bit. (I wanted to flip through a book, but I always forget what I read, yet I keep trying. Except for what I already know, I forget everything else. I don't know how to express this feeling; it's awful.)
I lovingly pulled Ouman onto my lap, and Xiaoyu immediately sat down when Ouman's seat was empty. I hugged Ouman, and we leaned close together, watching the fading sunset. " If
you can't concentrate, just give up. Don't force yourself. The current situation isn't... " "We can only investigate this much until we find a few more people. Then, once they've all recovered, we'll leave this city together. I have a feeling that the person in Xingtai can tell us a lot, and the truth is actually out there."
Ou Man looked at me tenderly and wrote again (I've read your question book, and I've also read my old diaries. I wasn't like this before, but I don't know why, once I had the ability to express myself, I became like this. Sometimes it's very annoying, but every time I see how gentle you are to me, I feel so happy. I just want to share more of your burdens. Go sleep with Wang Yun tonight. I'll take Xiao Yu with me. You haven't spent any time alone with Wang Yun in the past month! I've always been hogging you, and Wang Yun hasn't had a chance to be alone with you. Go keep her company today.)" "Um, I really like being with you. What do you mean by hogging me? Every time I'm with you..." I felt especially at ease. Sometimes I think, if the world hadn't become like this, we'd probably just be strangers. Before, every time I finished staying up all night and had breakfast, I'd see you running. Back then, I thought, "If only I could know you." Now, the world is like this, probably because of my daily prayers.
Before I finished speaking, Ouman kissed me. We held each other tightly until the last rays of sunlight faded into the night sky. The night breeze was cool, but my heart felt like the sun.
Clean-loving Xiaoyun went back to the master bedroom to shower early in the morning. Xiaoyu pulled me to show her her PS3 again, while Ouman went into her room to shower. Zero and One went downstairs to the living room, so engrossed in enjoying life that I forgot about them. I was about to go check on them when Xiaoyu wouldn't let go. Oh well, they're not as important as Xiaoyu, at least not now. Ouman came out of the bedroom and saw Xiaoyu still clinging to me. She wrote, "(Going to shower, sleeping with me tonight)" Regardless of Xiaoyu's wishes, I grabbed her ear and shoved her into her room.
I said, "What are you doing? Xiaoyu likes to stick to me, let her stick to me, she's still a child. Besides, you only say I haven't spent enough time with Xiaoyun, but Xiaoyu hasn't let me spend time with her either."
After pushing Xiaoyu into the room, Ouman turned around and closed the door. He walked over with a smile, his two-finger kung fu was amazing. (Don't think I don't know, the day before yesterday at noon, Wang Yun and I went out to find something to eat, how did Xiaoyu take care of you? And last Saturday and Thursday. I was supposed to let you rest on even-numbered days, but you didn't miss a single day. Hehe, I scratched my head. (Also, recently I've been feeling that Xiaoyu is changing, she's sticking to you more and more every day, and she reacts a lot to anyone else being with you except me. It's like that feeling of unease I had when I saw you at the hospital that day. I've felt it with Xiaoyu too, and I've decided to keep a close eye on her these next few days.)
"Oh, how did you sense that? Even Xiaoyu can communicate with me now, instead of keeping a straight face and not saying a word. That's great. I'll watch too."
I was excited when I heard that. Another person with spirit and the ability to communicate! Although we can't have a conversation, at least she can react when I confide in her. Um, of course, and during sex too.
(No! I don't feel anything when you're with her, but I feel it very strongly when you're with Wang Yun. Go on. Xiaoyu will grab you again after she comes out of the shower.)
I nodded and headed towards the master bedroom. Actually, I'd wanted to go with Xiaoyun for a long time. Putting everything else aside, those soft, big breasts, and that opened little chrysanthemum, the way she looked in pain during each orgasm—it's hard not to feel a urge to ravage them. Thinking about big breasts, even a zero's breasts are amazing. I'll find a chance to try again sometime, and it would be best if I could have a threesome with a number one. Hehe.
I pushed open the bedroom door. Xiaoyun was leaning against the headboard of the big bed, a thin blanket covering her lower body, wearing a beige camisole nightgown, her legs bent, a thick photo album on her lap. I jumped onto the bed, mimicking Xiaoyun's posture, and tilted my head. "Xiaoyun, what are you looking at? Let me see."
Xiaoyun obediently handed me the thick photo album. As she turned her upper body, the neckline of her camisole nightgown was stretched open by her large breasts, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra, a deep cleavage, and the two nipples imprinted on the nightgown—it was incredibly alluring.
I casually flipped through the photos; they were pictures of Xiaoyun when she was little. One photo from middle school caught my eye. Xiaoyun, wearing a sky-blue dress, leaned against the classroom door, her chest bulging. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples stubbornly made two distinct marks under the dress. She was already a busty girl in middle school. Xiaoyun leaned to the side, peering at the photo album on my lap. Her slightly tilted body allowed me a clear view of her cleavage. I couldn't resist and reached out my left hand to touch her large breasts. Ouch! The album was too thick; I lost my grip, and the thick album slipped off my lap, a corner hitting my erect penis.
Ouch! Xiaoyun immediately leaned over to look at where I'd been hit, her entire body right in front of me. Her two white, tender buttocks were sandwiched between a pair of beige shorts, her slender waist peeking out from under her pajamas. Her cool little hands pulled aside my underwear and grasped my penis. She stretched out her body, lowering the bedside lamp beside me so that it shone directly on my hard penis, and held it in her hands, examining it closely. She was kneeling, her beautiful peach-shaped lower body right before my eyes.
Who could resist such a sight? I reached out and caressed Xiaoyun's snowy buttocks, giving them a couple of firm pinches. My fingers slipped inside her panties, tracing the cleft, and first pressed against her anus. Xiaoyun looked up, tears welling in her eyes. My heart skipped a beat. "No anal sex today, suck my penis."
My hand didn't stop, continuing to slide down, caressing her soft labia.
She first rubbed my penis against her face, then drew circles on the glans with her tongue, and then circled it with the tip of her nose. I was overjoyed. The power of example was truly boundless. Ever since Xiaoyu's classic demonstration during our four-person encounter, Ouman and Xiaoyun had both learned how to treat my penis.
I touched Xiaoyun's vulva, and slowly, a few drops of vaginal fluid seeped out. I teased her clitoris with my index finger for a while, then gently extended my middle finger and slowly inserted it into her vagina. Xiaoyun, who was playing with my penis, arched her back involuntarily the moment my middle finger entered. My finger was enveloped by a ring of soft, wet, tender flesh. I continued to penetrate deeper, and Xiaoyun couldn't help but kiss me. Looking at Xiaoyun, whose eyes were tightly closed, with two lines of clear tears on her face, yet who took the initiative to kiss me, I grabbed her and kissed her fiercely. Xiaoyun's lower body was already wet, and the constantly flowing vaginal fluid soaked my palm. She passionately got up and straddled me, pulled down her panties, and excitedly rubbed her overflowing vulva against my penis. One hand was placed behind her back between my legs, supporting her body. Her whole body arched, her proud breasts standing erect. How could I refuse such an obvious request? I suddenly pulled up her nightgown, and two large, firm breasts sprang out, their nipples erect and rosy. I took one into my mouth, my hand, wet with her juices, playing with the other, the scent of her breasts filling my nostrils. We both reached the peak of passion. Xiaoyun held my head, pressing her body against mine, my face deeply pressed against her fragrant breasts. She lifted her hips, one small hand grasping my erect penis, sliding it a couple of times between her thighs until the head pressed against the entrance of her vagina. She slowly sat down. My burning penis immediately entered a warm embrace. The tender flesh of her vagina scraped against my sensitive glans, and I couldn't help but lift my head and take a deep breath.
Xiaoyun began to tumble and dance on top of me. I held her slender waist tightly, lifting and pressing down forcefully with each of her movements. Her flowing juices soaked my scrotum, and her face was streaked with tears. After a while, she paused briefly to rest, then clung to me again, moving her hips back and forth on my legs. Her tear-streaked face drew closer, and we shared a deep kiss, the air thick with lust.
I rose and pinned Xiaoyun beneath me, my hand guiding my throbbing penis. I rubbed it against her clitoris before smoothly penetrating her tender depths, beginning to thrust vigorously. Xiaoyun cooperated, gripping her legs with both hands, her thighs spread wide. I could clearly see my dark red penis moving in and out between her white labia, at the entrance of her bright red vagina. Tears streamed down Xiaoyun's face, and her breasts bounced faster and faster with each thrust. Suddenly, Xiaoyun released her legs, clamping them around my waist. She grabbed the sheet beside her head and twisted it violently, while wiping tears from her face with the other. Her legs tightened around my waist, and I knew she was close to climax. I increased the frequency and force of my thrusts, each impact reaching the deepest point, hitting that soft, deepest part of her flesh. Finally, Xiaoyun lifted her upper body, her hands gripping my back tightly. I continued thrusting, her hands like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood, gripping my back again and again—it hurt. This pain lessened my urge to ejaculate, and I thrust even more forcefully. Xiaoyun, clinging tightly to me, began to tremble erratically, but I remained unmoved, continuing to thrust powerfully. A surge of heat hit my glans, and Xiaoyun collapsed onto the bed, trembling beneath me, seemingly powerless. I continued thrusting relentlessly, like a madman, until my penis felt numb, the urge to ejaculate long gone. All I could see was her tear-streaked face and her swaying breasts. "
I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death," I growled incessantly.
After what seemed like an eternity, Xiaoyun pulled me tightly into her arms again, her hands gripping me tightly, her body trembling. Another surge of heat poured onto my penis. Again and again, each time shorter and more forceful than the last. I didn't even dare think about whether she had scratched my back until it bled. I just buried my head and fucked her hard, watching her tears stream down her face. It was even more exciting than rape. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and roared, "I'll shoot you to death!" I released
my pent-up semen, gushing out streams of hot semen.
I finally collapsed weakly onto Xiaoyun's large breasts, panting heavily. Looking at the dazed Xiaoyun, I smiled contentedly. Suddenly, my gaze fell upon the bedroom door, which had opened, revealing Xiaoyu's face in the doorway. I fell into a deep sleep. (In the silent television building, the computer screen lit up, displaying lines of text: "Controller Subsidiary 2 is about to break through the critical point. Repeat Controller Subsidiary 2 breaking through the critical point. Please confirm the soul seed matching procedure... Confirm soul seed matching procedure, matching begins: Soul seed #1 matching, failed; Soul seed #2 matching, failed; ...; Soul seed #10 matching, successful. Please confirm the personality seed pairing procedure... Confirm personality seed pairing procedure, pairing begins; Personality seed #1 pairing, failed; Personality seed #2 pairing, failed; ...; Personality seed #4...") Pairing successful. Personality seed #4: Doubting type. Do you agree to input... Confirm input. Observing...
I had only slept a little while when I was awakened by a flurry of noise outside the door. I forced my eyes open and saw the door wide open. Oman was anxiously calling for Xiaoyu, who had collapsed at the doorway. I immediately snapped back to reality, jumped out of bed, and my legs gave way. I collapsed next to Xiaoyu. Oman became even more anxious, tears welling in her eyes, and rushed over. I brushed away Oman's hand that was about to help me up. "I'm fine, I just used a little too much force."
I got up, picked Xiaoyu up, and Oman lifted her legs. The two of us carried Xiaoyu into Oman's room.
"What happened to her?"
I asked anxiously.
Oman shook her head and quickly wrote: (I don't know either. I was half asleep when she said she was going to the bathroom. I slept for ages and didn't see her come back. When I opened my eyes, there was no one in the bathroom. I went outside and found her collapsed on the floor.
It seems that little girl was peeping at me and Xiaoyun making love, and she actually fainted. Could it be...? Thinking back to what Oman said before I fell asleep, could it be that she can communicate with me again after she wakes up?) Seeing the anxious Oman, I quickly hugged her and comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay, maybe..." "Once she wakes up, she'll be just like you. You forgot, didn't you also suddenly faint and then be able to write? Maybe this is a good thing."
Hearing my words, Ouman felt a little better. Seeing her red, bloodshot eyes, she said with heartache, "Sweet Ouman, you go to sleep first. I'll watch over her. Your eyes are all swollen; you should get some sleep, or you'll look terrible tomorrow morning."
Ouman wiped her eyes, smiled through her tears, and wrote (You'll look terrible too, you're so mean! I'm so sad. You go to sleep, I'll watch over her. I can't sleep until Xiaoyu wakes up.)
I thought about it, but I was too exhausted. I figured Xiaoyu was in a similar situation to Ouman. Since Ouman insisted, I decided to go to sleep. I'd be able to see the communicative Xiaoyu tomorrow morning—I was looking forward to it! I rolled onto the bed, grabbed the unconscious Xiaoyu, and held her close, falling into a deep sleep.
In the early morning, I felt a tickle on my chest, as if someone was drawing something there. I opened my eyes. Hehe, Xiaoyu's bright eyes were meeting mine. Suddenly, her face flushed, and she immediately closed them, her slender white fingers tapping my chest—pretending to be asleep. My "Lushan claws" gave Xiaoyu's breasts a good squeeze. Just as I was about to speak, Xiaoyu put her index finger to her lips and then pointed behind her. I looked up and saw Ouman lying on the edge of the bed, fast asleep. Sigh, a pang of heartache shot through me. I gently got up, picked Ouman up, and placed her on the bed. She seemed too tired; she rolled over and fell asleep again. Xiaoyu gently smoothed Ouman's hair, her eyes filled with tenderness. I gestured to Xiaoyu, then quietly left and returned to the master bedroom. Xiaoyun was still fast asleep. I covered her with a blanket and went downstairs.
I was so excited, but worried about waking Ouman. Don't worry. When I got downstairs, I saw Zero and One quietly setting out breakfast. Sigh, I'm getting old. I was thinking of asking Ouman what they were doing downstairs last night, but I completely forgot. I went over and found the head seat. It looked nice; there was milk, bread, and fruit. One even brought me a bowl of noodles when I sat down. Then the two of them sat side by side across the table. Wow, their coordination was amazing! If it weren't for their very different appearances and demeanors, you'd really think they were twins.
Zero was wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt—you could tell it was Xiaoyun's. One was wearing Ouman's short-sleeved light blue logo t-shirt. The two t-shirts alone perfectly accentuated their individual charms. Zero—I really wanted to call her Number Eight—those two firm mounds stretched Xiaoyun's t-shirt taut. Just thinking about those two enormous breasts, even bigger than Xiaoyun's, constantly shifting in my hands made me hard. My slightly resolute lips parted as I ate a banana. Damn, why not eat a banana? Dare to stick out your tongue and lick it? So tempting. Number One wore a light blue t-shirt. Although she didn't have an exaggerated bust, the cute outfit somehow made her look both adorable and alluring, especially with her face resembling Charlie Yeung. Ah, I couldn't resist. But last night was too wild, and I didn't get enough rest. Oh well. I'll definitely find you guys for a threesome in a couple of days, hehe.
Soon, Xiaoyun came down, wearing a gray logo t-shirt and loose dark hot pants, slowly descending the stairs. Her delicate appearance was so captivating. She walked straight to me, gently pulled out a tissue, wiped my oily lips, touched my body, and was about to pull me upstairs to shower. "
Um, I just finished breakfast. Eat your breakfast first, then we'll go upstairs to shower," Xiaoyun paused, then sat down to my right.
Heh, two big-breasted girls, one with a celebrity face, both wearing t-shirts, their breasts prominently displayed. I looked this way and that, feeling like I couldn't take it all in. And their skin was like snow, smooth as silk, especially Xiaoyun on my right. She must eat and sleep well every day, and with my frequent "moisturizing," her skin was practically glowing. I couldn't help but
think to myself, women really do need plenty of sleep and moisture to be beautiful. A series of hurried footsteps came from upstairs. Ouman pulled Xiaoyu down the stairs, shoved her into my arms, and excitedly pointed.
This was the moment to show my dignified side as a man. I calmly placed Xiaoyu on the chair to my left and pointed at Ouman: "You're all up so early, why don't you sit down and eat?
" Xiaoyu obediently moved back, leaving the seat to my left for Ouman. Ouman seemed still excited; her firm breasts bounced with her breath. After taking a deep breath, she gracefully sat down. Of course, she didn't forget to use her two-finger kung fu under the table. Okay, everyone's here. Five beauties of various kinds, ten prominent nipples, five rosy lips of different shapes. Wow, when can we have a sixsome? I was leering as I scanned them from right to left, and my eyes met Xiaoyu's. It was a look of deep longing. When she saw me looking at her, a shy smile appeared on her face, and she puffed out her chest. It was deadly—affection, naivety, and temptation. Three different expressions were evident on Xiaoyu's face and body. Her once dull eyes and expressionless face are now so vibrant and lively. Excitement! I'm going all out today! I'll savor Xiaoyu's restored expression during my afternoon nap. Yes, that's settled. "
By the way, you all eat more! Zero and One have been preparing all morning. Eat more, I'm talking to you, Ouman. You always eat so little. Ouch~ Come on, Ouman, have another piece of bread! Haha!" I got pinched again. "
Oh, right, Xiaoyun, cook more food for lunch today. Xiaoyu has recovered too, let's eat more to celebrate, wahahahaha!" Under my supervision, the five girls ate a hearty breakfast. Since we didn't run today, I took everyone to see Zero and One's house, just as a post-lunch walk. After lunch, Ouman told Xiaoyu to take a shower and arranged everyone's clothes for the outing. Ouman truly has the talent of a fashion designer; she loves dressing people up so much. Today, for the first time ever, Xiaoyun helped me shower, something that used to be Ouman's privilege. I guess Ouman and Xiaoyu went to discuss things. Zero and One went into the bathroom next to the kitchen hand in hand. Speechless. Are girls really that obsessed with cleanliness? Whether leaving or coming home, the first thing they do is shower, and it's so slow and troublesome.
I quickly washed myself and had Xiaoyun rinse me off. Standing at the bathroom door, I let Xiaoyun dry me off, then stepped out of the master bedroom and sat on the sofa in the living room, lit a cigarette, and basked in the sunlight streaming in from the window, naked. Xiaoyun put a cup of green tea on the coffee table and then went upstairs. In the warm sunlight, I felt lazy and started to doze off. I don't know how much time passed, but I heard the sound of a door closing and someone going downstairs. I slowly opened my eyes, and my eyes lit up.
Ouman was wearing a puffy short-sleeved shirt, a pink mini-skirt, and bright red high-heeled sandals. Xiaoyu wore a white bubble-sleeved round-neck t-shirt, khaki overalls, and blue floral canvas shoes.
Xiaoyun wore a V-neck emerald green dress. Zero and One wore their wedding attire. Ouman glanced at Zero, frowned, picked up scissors, and cut off the back of Zero's wedding dress. It did look better. Good heavens, I really want to tear their clothes apart! What the hell? Are they going to a beauty pageant? They're all wearing light makeup, what the hell?
Xiaoyu walked over, carrying a stack of folded tracksuits. I put them on, jumped around a few times, and hmm, they fit perfectly. But me in tracksuits with five beauty pageant contestants... it's really weird! I couldn't help but say, "It's just going out, does it have to be like a beauty pageant!"
*Swish*, two pieces of paper were thrown at me. The first note was from Ouman, his handwriting bold and bold: "Don't like it? I'll make them go out without underwear, you big pervert!"
The last note was from Xiaoyu, her handwriting delicate and pretty: "I've been choosing for so long, brother, don't you like it? I'm not wearing underwear!" As soon as I could read the words, the little girl immediately snatched it back, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into her pants. Ouman, unable to see it, poked Xiaoyu angrily, and Xiaoyu giggled.
Could it be that from now on, every time I speak, several notes will be handed to me with questions and choices?
I waved my hand and said, "Let's go!"

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