I possessed my mother and sister.

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Let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Wenzhi. Because my ancestors were very good at business, by my father's generation, the family fortune had exceeded 200 million. When I was five years old, my philandering father, during a company trip, became involved with a female secretary at the company. The two then secretly dated, and more than half a year later, on their way to a dance hall, they were involved in a car accident and were finally freed, leaving behind my mother, Cheng Jing, my sister, Zhang Wenying, and me. My mother endured the humiliation and took on the responsibility of the company's chairman while raising my sister and me to adulthood. My mother, Cheng Jing, has a face that could rival the beauty of a goddess, and a delicate, curvaceous figure. Standing at 1.65 meters tall, what is most enviable about her is her towering breasts, and her pair of shapely, long legs, as white as jade, rival the sun and moon, clad in flesh-colored, velvety stockings... Hehe, I won't say more. My mother was only twenty-one when she gave birth to me. Thanks to her excellent maintenance, her face is still radiant. Those gentle, dreamy eyes are enough to inspire countless poems. She's like someone just over thirty, full of charm. Every year, more than a platoon of men pursue her—can you believe it? But my mother, a shrewd businesswoman, certainly has ways to deter those men who only love her looks and wealth. They can't understand why she seems to have no sex drive. I think this might be due to the untold shame and trauma of a woman with two children—the pain of not being able to keep her husband. This trauma has led her to avoid sex out of a sense of failure. My older sister, Zhang Wenying, is even more interesting. She's currently studying business at university and also works part-time at my mother's company. Needless to say, she'll be managing our family business in the future. Like her mother, she had an angelic face and a devilish figure, with firm breasts, soft, delicate, cylindrical thighs that tapered towards the bottom, smooth, long calves, soft ankles, and a large, round bottom. She often wore suits and high-end black stockings, which shone dazzlingly against her snow-white legs. But her sister's personality was completely different from her mother's. She was like a strong woman, cold and resolute, with clear, sharp eyes that made her unapproachable. So, I'd never heard of her having a boyfriend. Her sister was incredibly demanding of me, keeping a close eye on my studies. If my grades weren't good, she would be very harsh with me. In other words, her sister had unknowingly taken on the role of the father at home—although I think this is a kind of personality trauma that will ruin her happiness. As for me, haha, I have four quirks: one is a fetish, with a particular fondness for stockings and strappy high heels. Secondly, I've enjoyed Zen meditation for many years, but there's one thing I just don't understand. You say fetishism brings a joy that ordinary people don't experience, but when a person can't see or touch their object, they suffer more than others. You say you should give up fetishism? I've never heard of anyone successfully giving it up. Besides, after giving it up, there's no joy or sorrow, no feeling of existence, everything is emptiness—what meaning would that have? Thirdly, although I work hard and study diligently, I'm physically weak and not very quick-witted. From a young age, I was bullied by classmates because of my small stature. Even with my sister's close supervision, my grades were just passable, nothing compared to her outstanding achievements. Fourthly, I have a very strong sense of ownership. If there's something I consider mine, I'll fight tooth and nail to prevent it from falling into the hands of others. For example, I've always felt my mother was part of my family, and I particularly dislike those men who pursue her. Okay, now that I've introduced my family, let's get down to business. This year, thanks to my hard work, I finally got into university. But lately, I've noticed my fetish is getting worse, especially every night when my mom comes home from work or my sister comes home from school. Two pairs of beautiful legs, wearing different colored stockings but equally smooth, are constantly in front of me. My little brother can't stand it, and he often "cries" in frustration. Luckily, we've never had any servants; my mom and sister do everything themselves, so my gleaming eyes can finally be satisfied. I almost always need to masturbate with my mom or sister as my object to fall asleep. Don't think I feel any guilt; I feel absolutely nothing. I feel that having sex with them makes our family closer, that family love binds us together more tightly, and that I can make my mom and sister happy and heal the emotional wounds left on each of us after my dad left. I've seen a psychologist, but it didn't help. So, I decided to use the summer before starting university to travel to places like India and Tibet, visiting various temples and asking the high monks to help me realize the fruition in my heart and rid myself of ignorance. That night, when I told my mother about my travel plans, although she agreed, I could see a hint of worry and concern in her eyes. She repeatedly told me to be careful and even called a friend who had traveled to Southeast Asia to ask for advice. My sister simply told me to be careful, but I felt she was preoccupied. She seemed very worried that something might happen to me. Sigh, after all, I've grown up under their protection for the past 18 years. Now, suddenly disappearing for a while, they must be unaccustomed to it, and I don't feel good about it either. After a week of preparation, I was finally ready to embark on my journey. On the day of departure, my mother and sister both took time off work to see me off at the airport. My mother's eyes seemed a little red, and I couldn't bear to see it. After saying goodbye, I hurriedly went through the gate. In that instant after passing through the gate, I secretly looked back and saw my sister, who always wore sunglasses, take them off and look at my back with a melancholy expression. I've already given a long introduction, so to save everyone's time, I won't go into the details of what I saw and heard in India and Tibet. Simply put, I encountered some miracles, met some high-ranking monks, and many of my life's doubts were suddenly cleared up. But most importantly, in a slum in India, I met a high-ranking monk who claimed to be a teacher, and he gave me a strange and inexplicable experience. At that time, I frankly told this high monk about my four great ignorances. After listening, the high monk said, "If lust is your greatest ignorance, and the Buddha will punish you for it, what will you do?" I replied, "The essence of sin lies in bringing pain to others. If I don't inflict it on others, and let it flow naturally in my heart, without joy, what is the Buddha to me? If the Buddha insists on punishing me, then I will only kill gods and Buddhas, achieving a state of complete mental clarity." The monk then asked, "Since your mind is free of distractions, why are you still attached to material things?" I said, "Yes, joy, which is what people like, why is it ignorance? No, sorrow, which is what people hate." "Why is there ignorance? It is both existence and non-existence, called 'completeness,' something one can only think about but cannot do. It is neither existence nor non-existence, also called 'completeness,' but this is no different from a speck of dust in the world. How can human wisdom exist then? I cannot prove these principles, so I have come to ask you." The one who imparted the Way said, "Very well, since you can kill gods and Buddhas alike, I will give you a piece of advice: Let the flesh handle matters. Go and possess your mother and sister." Most people would be terrified upon hearing this, but at this moment my mind was exceptionally calm, as if I had known this high monk for a long time, that we belonged to the same ultimate source, and that I completely trusted him.I said, "My body is willing, but it is weak, bound by societal constraints, and I cannot overcome it." The high monk finally asked, "Buddhist scriptures say that love is attachment. What do you think?" I answered honestly, "Only those with attachment are true people. Buddhist scriptures are not suitable for everyone. One must seek one's own truth; this is the necessary condition for becoming a Buddha or a god. Following the Buddha's teachings is less desirable than being an obedient dog." The teacher laughed heartily and said, "Perhaps the pain of losing your father and your so-called personality trauma are what will create your enlightenment. You will surely be able to traverse both the realms of gods and Buddhas in the future, and you will surely be able to fulfill all your wishes, because..." "You were chosen and refined by the true Lord in the darkness." Then, the teacher gave me a mirror and taught me some mind control spells... From that day on, every night when I masturbated, I secretly vowed to heal my mother and sister's wounds and to make my family's relationship truly complete and happy... Finally, I ended my travels and returned home a week before school started. My mother was there to greet me at the airport. When I asked her, I learned that my sister had gone to Shanghai to investigate a branch office on my mother's behalf and wouldn't be back for three days. My mother had taken half a day off to pick me up. When she saw me, she was so happy she almost forgot herself, hugging me tightly: "Son, I'm so glad you're back safe and sound. I was so worried about you." I felt a little embarrassed, but when I politely hugged my mother, I immediately felt the warmth of her firm breasts beneath her clothes. When I hugged her waist, I immediately felt the warmth of her slender waist, and combined with the smooth silk of her clothes, I felt as if I were floating in heaven. I hugged my mother warmly, and I also began to forget myself, stroking her smooth back a few times. When the airport announcement came on, my mother and I suddenly remembered that we were in a public place, so we quickly let go, walked out of the airport, and found a taxi. After getting into the taxi, my mother and I sat side by side in the back seat. I caught my breath and was about to ask about her well-being when the sight before me took my breath away. My mother was wearing a light blue short skirt suit, revealing a pair of long, smooth, and beautiful legs. Flesh-colored stockings made the lines of her legs appear even softer, and most of her rounded, smooth thighs were on full display, making them even more alluring. If I wasn't mistaken, the stockings were definitely openwork. She wore a pair of extremely high-end, exquisite suede strappy black stiletto heels, perfectly complementing her legs and highlighting the smooth, beautiful curves of her insteps. It made you think that the wearer had a very high level of aesthetic sense and style. The thin straps tied around her delicate ankles were incredibly elegant. After a while, I came to my senses, staring into my mother's captivating, dreamy eyes, and began to ask her about her well-being. I no longer cared what we talked about, but the overwhelming urge to unite us was incredibly exciting. I had made up my mind to do something with my mother that night that would bring her lifelong happiness, before my sister returned. At 7:30 pm, after dinner, my mother listened with great interest as I recounted my travel experiences. As I spoke, seeing the opportune moment, I pretended to suddenly realize something and said, "I almost forgot to give you the gift I bought in India, Mom." Then, I hurriedly opened my luggage and took out the magical mirror from the back. I prayed in my heart that the mirror was truly as miraculous as the oracle had described, and I was filled with excitement—who knew how the world would change because of my thoughts? No, I only wanted to change my mother's life; I only wanted to give her happiness, a happiness that wouldn't be tolerated by this foolish society. And in doing so, I would elevate my soul to an unprecedented level of sensory experience. "Son, you seem very excited; your face is so red!" "Maybe the air conditioning isn't strong enough. I'll turn it up." I concealed my excitement and handed the mirror to my mother. This is a bronze mirror. Unknown gods and demons are carved on the handle and frame. The mirror surface is blurred due to its age. Mom held the mirror, examining it carefully. I secretly whispered a spell to activate the mirror's magic. Then, in a gentle voice, I said to Mom, "Mom, please look carefully at this mirror without moving. The mirror has magic powers. If you don't believe me, look inside the mirror. Isn't there a water droplet moving left and right? Follow the movement of the water droplet with your eyes. This way, you will experience the mystery of life in complete relaxation. Now, don't think about anything. Let all distractions drift away like clouds. Relax, relax... Your mind has found peace. You will deeply enjoy this peace. Relax... Now, focus on the mirror, focus on the water droplet in the mirror. Don't think about anything in your mind, keep it blank. The water droplet is your clear inner world. You will feel refreshed, refreshed, refreshed and free of distractions. You should know that I am about to take you into a wonderful world." At first, Mom showed a hint of doubt, but slowly, her gaze gradually became dull, her hazy eyes like misty autumn water. "Your strength is slowly fading, and your will is no longer resisting. Resisting wisdom makes you uneasy, but you are satisfied with this state. You feel safe." A thin mist seemed to cover Mom's eyes. She remained motionless, her hand resting on the table, weakly yet firmly holding the mirror. I knew Mom was entering a hypnotic state. I continued gently, "That drop of water will lead you beyond worldly troubles. Okay, now the drop has led you beyond. You will see a tunnel, surrounded by darkness, representing your troubles and pain. You don't have to touch them now. You will see a door at the end of the tunnel. Your body will float up, float to the door, float... float past. Open that door, and you will see infinite light, a very soft light. Don't hesitate, float past happily." All of Mom's brain activity quickly appeared in the mirror. A door appeared in the mirror, getting closer and closer, representing Mom observing the door from a first-person perspective, floating past. Suddenly, the door opened, and countless rays of light shone in. Mom had completed the first stage. "In this wonderful new world, I am your guide, leading you to true happiness. Everything I say is for your benefit. Don't doubt me, you cannot resist me, Mom. You will have to completely obey me. Say you will obey me, understand?" Mom's face was expressionless, her eyes vacant, and she slowly said, "Yes, I will obey you. I will not doubt, I will not resist." "Please go back 13 years and see the place where Dad was having an affair with that female secretary. What do you see?" A large room appeared in the mirror, with a large bed, and two fleshy creatures were engaged in fierce close combat. The man was my father, and the woman was obvious. "Ah, I saw my unfaithful husband, he, he..." A painful expression appeared on Mom's face, and her voice choked with sobs. I quickly said, "Don't be afraid, don't be in pain. Your heart has already found boundless peace. Don't let these things disturb your peace. You are no longer the person involved; your soul has been elevated. Okay, now think about why Cheng Jing is usually so melancholy." "Look at yourself. What does that prostitute have that compares to Cheng Jing? Why would that bastard like her? What does Cheng Jing lack compared to her? Ah, I feel that Cheng Jing is in great pain right now. She can't keep her husband. What's the use of her kindness and nobility? What's the use of her youth and beauty? She's insecure and melancholy." Things were as I had guessed before. Through the reflection in the mirror and my mother's introspective self-reflection, I finally uncovered the secret in my mother's heart. Now, what I need to do is completely heal my mother's psychological trauma. I continued gently, "Okay, now you will see a white cloud, slowly, slowly enveloping you. You will rise with this white cloud, leave this place, and rise to your office. Okay, now this white cloud slowly disappears, and you will see yourself in your office every day and those men who often bother you. Do you see?" The scene in the mirror gradually changed. First, something like a white cloud covered the entire mirror, and then the mirror became clear again. Under my prompting, my mother's soul returned to her office. She saw countless men's figures changing like a carousel, changing faster and faster, with the phantoms constantly overlapping. Mom couldn't take it anymore: "Ah... Guide, please take me away from here. I hate those men, they're so annoying! They only know how to take advantage of me, their bodies smell so bad! Ugh, I hate them, I hate them so much! Please take me away from here!" I really wanted to lead Mom away from this scene immediately, but to enhance the effect, I guided her by saying, "You are now an observer. These men cannot approach you. Before leaving, please tell me why these men are so awful?" Mom said, "Ah... they only want...""Tread on me, I'm afraid of being trampled, I'm afraid of losing my chastity. Ah... I'm afraid." So, I quickly seized the opportunity: "Mom, believe your feelings. Continue to keep your distance from this kind of man. What you need is a man who cherishes your chastity, protects your spirit and body, and loves you. He's right beside you. You need him so much. You want everything from him. You want to make love to him, to share yourself with him. You will obey all his demands. His demands will make you feel good, you know?" Mom's voice seemed to come from ancient times, firm yet gentle: "I know. I need him. I will obey him." Victory was getting closer and closer. I led Mom to the final scene in the mirror—a... I placed a pair of black snakeskin strappy stiletto heels on the crystal stand. I asked my mother, "Why do you usually like to wear these high heels? Tell me your deepest thoughts. Don't be afraid. Telling me will make you feel safe and comfortable. Okay, now start releasing your deepest thoughts." My mother was silent for a while, a moment that felt like an eternity. Finally, she spoke: "I love to express my sexiness. I have a beautiful figure. I like to highlight my elegance. Elegance belongs to me, and high heels best express that. I want to wear high heels in front of men." I said, "Mom, you need to wait until you truly deserve your..." "Wearing high heels in front of a man—high heels represent sexiness and nobility; black represents maturity; snakeskin represents charm; straps represent your willingness to be bound and demanded by this man, your submission to him; and stockings represent your softness, radiance, mature sexiness, and dazzling beauty. You must remember, you will be wearing these for the man who truly deserves you, understand?" Mom said, "Understood." I suppressed my overwhelming joy and spoke the most important words, one by one: "The man who truly deserves you is your son. From now on, you will love your son wholeheartedly and fulfill all his needs, because this will make you happy." "Your son will inherit all the rights and obligations of your first husband, which is unacceptable to society, so you must keep this secret. But from now on, you must understand that it is sacred to possess your chastity, and that it is noble and peaceful for your son to make love with him. Do you understand?" After what seemed like a futile resistance, my mother finally uttered the words I had longed to hear: "I understand." I ordered her to put down the mirror and then said, "Stretch out your feet." She stretched out her feet; since she had just taken a bath before dinner, they were barefoot, but that was enough to make me ecstatic. They were truly beautiful feet, with perfect, white, and delicate skin, a curved arch, and five toes arranged in a graceful arc. I kissed the soles of her feet, then kissed my way up from her toes to her thighs, sucking on every inch of her skin like a nursing baby. Ah, her skin was so tender, making my "little brother" begin to "grow strong." My mother's thighs trembled involuntarily; it seemed her thighs were an erogenous zone, and she was beginning to react. Suppressing my passion, I said to my mother, "Get up, take me to your bedroom." My mother obediently got up and led me to her bedroom on the second floor. I said, "Open your wardrobe." My mother slowly opened her wardrobe. Ah, in the lower drawer, there were all kinds of lingerie: panties, bras, garter belts, and my favorite stockings and pantyhose—all kinds of styles: lace, silk, and in black, flesh-colored, light blue, and green. I ordered my mother to find the most elegant and sexy set to wear. So, in front of her son, my mother nakedly removed all her clothes, then elegantly and slowly put on a white nylon bra, lace panties, and flesh-colored, high-quality lotus-edged stockings. A mother—a woman—a partner—with a noble and elegant demeanor and a sexy and alluring figure appeared before me, like the birth of Venus. I placed the suede strappy black stiletto heels I'd secretly bought before dinner in front of my mother, saying, "Mom, let's have a ceremony to mark our union. Please put on one of these heels first." My mother sat on the edge of the bed, gracefully bending down to pick up the heel. Holding it in both hands, she slowly lifted it to her foot, slipping it onto her smooth, silky feet. Then, she carefully tied the straps. I kissed my mother's foot and said, "Let me put this shoe on for you; you'll belong to me forever." As I helped her put on the other shoe, I touched the silk stockings on her instep; the smooth, delicate feel was indescribable. After everything was finished, I kissed the woman who would one day lie beside me and issued an authoritative command: "Use your lips to serve your current husband, show your submission and joy." My mother devoutly took my penis into her mouth, her bright red lips moving as she did as I instructed. I could feel her tongue swirling rapidly, seductively licking and sucking my glans, trying to swallow it as deep as possible, the rhythm gradually quickening. "Ah!...No...I can't take it anymore! So good...So good...Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming! Ah..." Being my first time, I surrendered after 10 minutes. However, a secret technique I learned from another high-ranking monk in Tibet immediately came in handy. I chanted a closely guarded mantra, and within a minute, my "little brother" was about to roar again, hard and erect. I watched the white fluid flow from my mother's lips; she looked so satisfied, as if after a century of waiting, she had finally seen the light. I said to my mother, "Let's make love in bed." My mother lay on the bed, her posture so alluring and captivating. I pounced on her, kissing her tightly on the lips, our tongues entwined. Her breath was sweet and fragrant, intoxicating me. I frantically kneaded her firm breasts with both hands; the sensation of caressing them through the nylon bra was wonderful, like caressing her stockinged feet. I kneaded for what seemed like an eternity before carefully removing her white nylon bra and directly kneading her breasts. My large hands, like thunder, vigorously rubbed her ample breasts, manipulating her rapidly swelling nipples. My mother's feelings of love grew stronger, and she twisted her alluring long legs frantically. The contact between her stockings and my penis with the rest of her body was indescribably wonderful. I felt a warmth between her legs; it seemed her love juices were already flowing freely. So, reluctantly, I pulled away from her mouth and began to suckle her nipples. The familiar feeling from over ten years ago returned. I watched as my mother's nipples rapidly swelled, tears of excitement welling up in my eyes at our reunion. Finally, in my mother's hypnotic surprise, I mounted her. I removed one of her high heels, lifted her beautiful legs onto my arms, and caressed her stockings with both hands, moving them wildly. I gazed at her shimmering yet softly alluring thighs, calves, insteps, and soles, kissing and sucking them relentlessly, rubbing them with my skin. My mother's pink labia parted, revealing her vaginal opening, and her vaginal fluids flowed continuously from her genitals. I finally found the entrance, and my glans slowly pushed into her cleft. "Mom, I'm going in!" In that instant, my soul felt like it had ascended to heaven, experiencing unprecedented joy, peace, and tranquility. I don't know if this was the happiness Freud spoke of re-entering the womb, but I truly felt a sense of reunion with my mother. I floated into the dazzling light, soaring and dancing atop the clouds. With each thrust, my mother's juices flowed more abundantly, becoming even wetter, making my thrusts smoother and more fluid. My pleasure, amplified by the tightness of her vagina, surged throughout my body. Though immersed in the hypnotic climax of our lovemaking, my mother continued to fuel my desire with her panting breaths, making my masculinity shine through. Suddenly, my mother trembled, her legs rubbing tightly against my arms, an expression of utter ecstasy on her face. I felt her juices overflowing, her vaginal walls contracting violently, elevating my pleasure to another level. I knew my mother had finally reached orgasm, and I couldn't resist any longer. I too reached my peak of pleasure, a tingling sensation running down my spine. My penis throbbed, ejaculating into my mother's vagina, fulfilling my duty as a husband. I lay in bed, embracing my peaceful mother, gently stroking her thighs, watching her smile in her sleep, and my heart filled with joy. I whispered in her ear, "Please serve my little brother again, Mom." Once again, my mother's tongue swept over my glans, cleaning away the semen, and she began to give me oral sex. She licked every part of my penis, from the glans to the testicles. A few minutes later, I kissed my mother's smooth, alluring stockings again, caressing her beautiful legs and the high heel she was still wearing. I aimed my penis at her vulva; now we were both ready. I was hard to the limit again. I pressed my penis against my mother's labia minora and slowly inserted it into her vagina, all the way in. My mother closed her eyes and moaned, as if in heaven. I thrust slowly, then increased the speed after a while, this time for a longer time, my thrusts more...Last time it was deeper and more powerful. I don't know how long it lasted, but Mom reached orgasm multiple times in succession. Each time, she closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth, only starting to breathe after about twenty seconds. My "little brother" seemed to have inexhaustible energy, able to reach orgasm with Mom each time, ejaculating semen, but quickly recovering. Now Mom's mouth and vulva were covered in my sticky semen. Finally, with a loud shout, I filled Mom's vulva with my warm, thick semen. I held Mom, looking at this woman who wasn't so close yesterday but belonged to me today, seeing her sweet smile, I knew she would never have to feel inferior again, because she firmly believed she had become a dutiful wife once more. I began to break free from her hypnotic control: "Mom, after I count to three, you will begin to return from that perfect world to this world. Please remember, after returning to this world, all your concepts of right and wrong will be based on the standards I just guided you to in the perfect world. You will naturally regard your son as your partner, you will love making love with me as compensation for the past, you will obey all my commands, and you must carry out every word I say. Okay, now you can come back. 1, 2, 3." When Mom's eyes lit up again, we couldn't help but hug each other tightly again, both of us shedding tears. Tomorrow, we believe that no matter how great the storm, we, mother and son, will walk together, because we have become one, we have overcome the greatest trauma. As we hugged, my sister's cold and beautiful face, her devilish figure, her long legs, black stockings, and crisscross high heels appeared in my mind. The next step... After Mom became my partner, during the day she was still the chairman of the company, a good mother who took meticulous care of me, and at night, we enjoyed the pleasure that sex brought us to the fullest. Three days later, after my sister returned, I began to formally implement the second step of my plan. After dinner, at my command from the day before, Mom excused herself, saying she was a little tired, and went to her room to rest early, leaving my sister and me watching TV in the living room. Around nine o'clock in the evening, I noticed that my sister, who had been traveling all day, looked a bit tired. This was the perfect opportunity to carry out my plan. I pretended to suddenly remember and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, sister, I brought back a local specialty from my trip as a gift for you." So, I hurriedly went back to my room, took out the magic mirror, and rushed back to the living room. Suddenly, I noticed a barely perceptible smile on my sister's lips as I stepped into the living room. I began to have a strange premonition. I handed the mirror to my sister, and before I could say anything, she was already looking at it very seriously, just as seriously as she always was with everything. I felt a surge of joy, because the more seriously she looked, the faster the hypnosis would succeed. I spoke in a very gentle voice, as if it were drifting from the sky: "Sister, this isn't an ordinary mirror. Do you see that drop of water in the mirror? If you keep staring at that drop of water, you'll gradually forget all your troubles. Okay, now look at that drop of water, relax, relax. You'll feel that the flow of time has stopped, and you won't have any worries. You'll just want to rest." Perhaps my sister was really too focused on the mirror. Her gaze began to gradually become dull, but occasionally it would still flash with its usual sharpness. I further guided my sister, saying, "Imagine your worries and thoughts automatically leaving you. Breathe slowly, each relaxed breath seemingly driving away your worries. Your eyelids will feel heavier and heavier, and you'll gradually realize that your thoughts are no longer important. You've carried these thoughts for too long; you should let them go and rest. Okay, now, completely relax. I'll count to three, and you must completely abandon your thoughts and accept my guidance. My guidance will take you to a safe and wonderful place; you don't need to be afraid. Now I'm starting to count, one, two, three." My sister's eyes were already closed. I felt a surge of pride, telling myself I had to calm her down. Then, I began to guide my sister: "Sister, that drop of water will lead you beyond worldly troubles. Okay, now the drop of water has led you beyond them. You will see a tunnel, surrounded by darkness, which represents your troubles and pain. You don't have to touch them now. You will see a door at the end of the tunnel. Your body will float up and float to the door, float... float across. Open that door, and you will see infinite light, a very soft light. Don't hesitate, float across happily." In the mirror, my sister's soul, like my mother's, smoothly floated across to another world. My sister quietly gazed at the universe from the doorway, enjoying the natural beauty of the universe. I was eager to uncover the reason for my sister's coldness, so I directly took her to the scene when I was 12 years old. At that time, I was sitting at my desk doing my homework when my sister, who was a year older than me, came over, checked my homework, pointed out many mistakes, and then kept scolding me for not working hard enough, getting very angry. I asked my sister in the gentlest voice I could muster, "Sister, you've now detached yourself from your body. Okay, now please observe your inner self. Why was she so angry? Why was she so strict with her brother?" My sister was silent for a long time, then said in an almost inaudible voice, "I want to love my brother. I can't allow him to go astray. I want him to become an excellent man." I asked in confusion, "In your standards, what is good and what is bad?" This time, my sister's will seemed to begin to resist; she started to shake all over. I quickly said, "Relax, you are detached from everything in this world." "You're safe. No one can hurt you. Everything about you will be guided by me, and my guidance will bring you joy. Don't dwell on your tension." The older sister's expression returned to calm, and she slowly began to explore her childhood inner world, saying, "Badness is about disobeying and ignoring me. I want my brother to pay attention to me all the time, to care about me. I want my brother to be excellent in everything. I want an excellent brother by my side. Ah! That feeling is so good, so blissful. I'm afraid my brother will become one of those filthy men who fawn over Mom. How disgusting!" Strange, why does my sister insist that I care about her? Could it be…? Suppressing my curiosity, I continued, “So what is good?” My sister’s voice grew softer and softer: “Good is being by my side all the time, satisfying my pleasure, satisfying my pride in having a good younger brother, it’s having one… one…” My sister’s face began to show a hint of discomfort. After a while, she finally uttered words that shocked me: “I need my brother’s penis, a clean penis.” I had never imagined that my sister would have such a desire. I asked her, trembling, “What’s so good about my brother’s penis that makes you so obsessed?” My sister said, “Because it’s pure.” I lowered my head and remained silent for a while, then asked, “Do you love your brother so much that you’re willing to be his partner?” My sister quietly said, “Yes.” Without any prompting or guidance from me, she arrived at this unexpected result. I began to understand that beneath my sister’s cold exterior lay a passionate heart—a love for me, a love that was usually unspoken. I was now at a loss. Just then, something unexpected happened. The mirror suddenly rewound like a video recorder, showing the scene I had created all the way back to the dark tunnel. By the time I looked up and realized what had happened, it was too late. My sister woke up on her own, looking at me with a strange smile I had never seen before, and said, "So, was hypnosis fun? Was hypnotizing me as fun as hypnotizing Mom?" I involuntarily collapsed onto the sofa. It was over. My sister had discovered everything. Although I didn't know where I had gone wrong, the consequences were unimaginable. My mind went completely blank. But then my sister suddenly came over, sat on the sofa, and chuckled. With a gentleness she'd never used on me before, she said, "Silly brother, what are you afraid of? I'm willing to be hypnotized by you, willing to tell you my innermost thoughts. Do you think I'd mind? I'm so happy to know you and Mom are finally back together. If I minded, with your half-baked hypnotic skills, could you even hypnotize me?" My hand warmed; I found my sister's soft, white hand was holding mine. I was still shaken, but I vaguely saw tears glistening in her eyes. She laughed again and said, "Do you think you're the only one who knows the Master? Do you think there's only one Master in this world?" My mind was a jumble. Did she know another Master? Were there two Masters? My sister returned to her usual calm—no, it was as if that domineering side of her was gone.The air was filled with a quiet tranquility. Then, she slowly revealed the reason. At that moment, the most unbelievable thing in the world unfolded before my eyes—it happened right in my house. It turned out that although my sister was usually fierce towards people, she was always kind and generous, and loved philosophy. She was good friends with a classmate from the philosophy department at her school. This classmate had led my sister through some unusual events (the specifics of which my sister never told me), and my sister trusted her completely. This classmate had discovered my sister's secret and predicted that my sister would become my partner. My sister was very scared at first, but this classmate predicted that only by being with me could my sister be free from her inner troubles and obtain true happiness. Otherwise, she would be lonely for the rest of her life, and even if she married any man, the consequences would be unimaginable. This classmate is one of many spiritual teachers active around the world. He taught my sister various philosophies, some of which she had previously agreed with and found in various religions, and others that she had never heard of before, such as breaking with worldly conventions, or that some people do not belong to any religion in the world today, but belong to a mysterious, yet-to-be-revealed, so-called so-called ruler. These people, created by this so-called ruler, have experienced suffering in the world and have come to understand truths that others have not yet grasped. Their partners and their future lives are all preordained by this so-called ruler. Two months ago, this classmate predicted what would happen in the next few days and encouraged my sister to boldly enjoy the sexuality that was rightfully hers, to boldly merge with me, and to completely resolve the pain of over twenty years. However, my sister was afraid that she would be too nervous and too controlled by her own thoughts, and that she wouldn't be able to succeed. So, this classmate used a spell to help my sister, first successfully hypnotizing her so that I could believe that her love for me was genuine, and then automatically releasing her from the hypnosis to explain everything to me, giving me a surprise. After hearing all this, I was stunned for a long time, as if in a dream. Suddenly, I found myself pinned down; my sister had pushed me down onto the sofa, her cherry-like lips passionately kissing me, her high, firm breasts rising and falling rapidly, pressed tightly against my chest. My blood was boiling; I cast aside all my worries, embraced my sister, and passionately explored the secrets of her fragrant tongue. Our kiss was so intense, like parched land receiving rain; at this moment, our hearts were in sync, and our feelings naturally deepened, making it hard to part. My sister, already aroused, suddenly pushed me away, abruptly unzipped my pants, pulled out my little—now my big brother—removed her slippers, and rubbed her beautiful legs, clad in black lace stockings that I had longed for, back and forth on my "little brother." Ah! Before, when my sister came home, she would take a shower first, change into ordinary cotton socks, and then eat with us. Today, she specially wore these noble and sexy stockings for me, satisfying my greatest desire. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah...ah...oh...it feels so good...oh...ah...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...sister...ah...your legs are so beautiful...ah...the stockings are rubbing against me...ah...ah...it feels so good...oh...ah..." My sister's friction was sometimes slow and sometimes fast, and I felt so happy and blissful. My dearest and most beloved person was connected to me, doing what I wanted to do most. Whether it was physical or spiritual, I reached my climax. "Ah...don't stop...ah...sister...how did you know that I...ah...like...wearing stockings...ah...legs...ah..." My sister's face was flushed. "What can you hide from me?" I looked at my sister's beautiful legs. I saw her shapely and firm calves and rounded thighs, pure white and flawless. Against the backdrop of pure black stockings, they looked so elegant and graceful, yet full of mystery. Under the intense friction of the Lycra and nylon, I was completely exhausted in about 10 minutes—it was incredibly pleasurable! My sister's stockings were stained with white semen, a striking contrast of black and white. Then, my sister gracefully removed her stockings and placed them in my hands, shyly saying, "Do you like them? Here you go." Nothing in the world could be more sacred and joyful than this moment. I took them and kissed the stockings. As if by magic, my sister pulled another pair of high-quality velvet stockings with lotus-leaf trim from her pocket, slowly and delicately putting them on. Then she whispered to me, "I know you know that arousal spell. Come to my room, we'll..." I understood what she meant. So, I lifted my sister's buttocks, letting her legs wrap around my waist, and then carried her to her room, placing her on the bed. My sister automatically took off her clothes—ah! She was wearing a complete set of black, lace lingerie, perfectly complementing her flawless, jade-like figure, like a fairy descended from heaven, breathtakingly beautiful. What good deed had I done to deserve this blissful life? As I continued our unfinished kiss, I used my hands to do everything a human could do on her breasts—pinching, rubbing, kneading, touching, and squeezing—my excitement was like that of someone praying in a temple. Then, I removed her underwear, leaving only her high-quality velvet stockings with lotus-shaped trim, and had her legs tightly wrap around my waist, rubbing them together intensely. I pushed my glans into her narrow vagina and thrust upwards. It was her first time, and although her hymen quickly welcomed my entry, she still felt some pain. However, in less than five minutes, her moans of pain turned into a joyful song: "It's killing me... ahhh... it feels so good... ahhh... so good... so good... down... down there is so wet... um... keep going... ahhh..." Her vaginal fluids flowed like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, unstoppable, and my movements became faster, stronger, and more ruthless. My sister soon reached her first climax. I buried myself in my work, my large hands roaming over her breasts, thighs, and abdomen. Amidst her cries of pleasure and satisfaction, I gave her her first sense of pride in over 20 years—the pride of being a woman—the pride of being my woman. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated, a stream of spicy semen spurting out, the semen and vaginal fluids mixing together, soaking her and my pubic hair, and also soaking the bed. Was it over? Not so fast. I chanted an incantation, and three minutes later, my virility returned, ready to conquer the world again. This time, my "little brother" was even more powerful, first rubbing vigorously against the stockings on my sister's thighs, causing her legs to naturally stretch and move wildly against me, her usually aloof sister now so charming and alluring, no different from any other woman. Satisfied, she willingly offered her vulva, and the piston-like motion was perfect under our combined efforts. When I ejaculated again, I felt not only joy but also a profound peace, even more comfortable than when I made love with my mother. I knew that this time I had finally fulfilled my destiny; I had become a real man, a man who could make my sister willingly offer herself to me without hypnosis. Of course, hypnosis is good; if my sister agrees later, I will hypnotize her again, allowing her to experience her soul more deeply and attain deeper pleasure—that's for later. As the midnight bells rang, I turned over to look at my sister sleeping beside me. She looked at me affectionately and said, "Little brother, I will never be so mean to you again, but I won't allow you to become as bad as those stinky men, understand? Otherwise…" My sister pinched my thigh hard, making me cry out in pain. I said, "No, no, sister, does it still hurt? It's all my fault for being inexperienced and making you hurt so much." "It doesn't hurt so much now. Silly brother, if you were experienced, I'd kill you!" I laughed and said, "Experience? Besides what I learned from Mom, what other experience do I have?" "Brother, you know that spell, it'll never be difficult for you. I think we should come with Mom from now on, we can be witnesses that we're really a family, okay?" I said, "I'm afraid you won't agree." My sister laughed and said, "Mom and I are of one mind, we both revolve around you, how could I bear to let Mom be alone? From now on, we'll live happily as a family, and never be as depressed as before. Isn't that wonderful!" I couldn't help but kiss my sister's lips... Later, the three of us played games every day, said goodbye to our psychological trauma, and lived happily as husband and wife, enjoying family bliss after all the suffering. Now I often think, without those mysterious teachers, how could our family have such a happy life? But how can ordinary people find their mentors? I often wonder, what do stockings represent for women? Are they a symbol of gentleness, tenderness, or a form of constraint? Do they symbolize being led by the man who conquers them? I think a noble woman should wear beautiful, elegant stockings and quietly await her man's care and commands. Therefore, the magical stockings constantly remind women that they should fulfill their roles as mother, wife, lover, slave, or stripper in front of their men. I, the apostle of happiness, have traveled the world and heard countless strange and wonderful stories.This is meant to share with you the most touching stories of our absurd times, the most moving of which, I believe, is the profound and inseparable bond of their emotions. She was a devoted mother, and her husband was a selfish and petty man, wealthy but unworthy of such a virtuous and beautiful woman. She didn't need heavy makeup or lavish clothes, yet those few who knew her couldn't help but praise her as an absolutely beautiful woman. There are many beautiful women, and many adjectives to describe beauties in literature, but none seem quite right to describe her. Because sometimes, a woman's charm defies description. The only certainty is that, regardless of the season, she always wore light, shiny stockings—was it a subconscious self-pity, gentleness, and submission, or perhaps a restless yearning within her? Let the true man in my destiny, like stockings, hold me close! Let me wear these gleaming, noble stockings as my uniform, and serve him well! With a gentle smile, she traversed every corner of this dark city, offering clothes and food to lonely homeless people and orphans without relatives or care. A hint of fear lingered as she avoided the advances of those beasts. She endured her husband's rudeness and neglect with boundless sorrow. All of this was known only to me, a lonely soul unable to sleep through the long nights, lingering outside her window, inquiring about everything concerning her. I can play soothing melodies for the whole world, but I cannot sleep myself. A car accident a year ago robbed me of my ability to sleep. In this gloomy city, among drunkards and the poor, I taste the bitterness of life, feel the injustice suffered by good people, and stand at a distance, observing a picture of the city's caged inhabitants' desolation and helplessness. I had forgotten what happiness was until I met her. She wasn't a glamorous superstar; she even wore simple, ordinary clothes. But because of her indescribable charm, her unique elegance, and her lovely, smooth stockings, I knew she was an abandoned angel, waiting for my rescue. We would walk hand in hand through the long night. She needed a pair of high heels that could perfectly complement her beauty, sexiness, and nobility—those with delicate, necklace-like straps to accentuate her refined grace.I chose to buy a pair of shoes with five thin, silky straps extending from the heel to both sides. The shoes were designed to be as small as possible, with only two thin, wide pieces of leather at the heel and forefoot. They had high heels and pointed toes. This was to be a gift from her to the woman I had conquered, a symbol of her noble and alluring lover and slave. She had just finished performing in a charity singing competition and was resting in the backstage dressing room. I slowly approached her, holding the exquisite shoes, and asked in a deep voice, "Miss, are these the shoes you left in the locker in the dressing room?" She quickly smiled and said, "Sir, you've got it wrong. These aren't my shoes. I was performing, not dancing." I shook the strap on the high heels and continued in a deep voice, "Look, the style of the shoes matches your outfit so well. Please take a closer look. Are these your shoes? Don't be so quick to say yes. Don't be nervous. Relax and look at these shoes carefully again. Calm down and look." She seemed somewhat surprised, but she couldn't help looking at the shoes. As the strap swayed back and forth, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stop. I continued, "Miss, you're tired, so you might not recognize them very clearly. Please follow these beautifully curved shoes and look at them carefully from beginning to end." She seemed a little dazed, her eyes involuntarily unfocused, as if she wanted to say something to refuse me, but couldn't, or rather, didn't want to. She was captivated by these elegant yet sexy high heels, captivated by my voice. "Relax, focus on these shoes. They belong to you. Don't doubt it. You're very tired. Please try to relax and rest for a while." With a hint of doubt, she stared irresistibly at the high heels, her limbs beginning to hang limply. I gently said, "Now you need to relax your whole body. You will enter a deep hypnotic state. Your eyes will be closed weakly until you hear my command." She closed her beautiful eyes, no longer paying attention to the chaotic world, leaving behind a pure land, a dreamlike realm, where we shared sweet joy. "You're becoming more and more relaxed, no longer feeling any unpleasantness, no longer troubled by worries. You just want to enter a gentle and sweet hypnotic state, enjoying the joy and comfort of my guidance and commands. You've lost the pain, you've lost your original worries, you've slowly lost your ability to distinguish right from wrong." She was trying to resist my last words. I put down my high heels, gently held her soft, warm hands, and softly told her, "Everything will be alright, don't worry. Your judgment of right and wrong is tainted with too many errors belonging to that chaotic world. Let it go, you'll feel very comfortable, your body will feel as comfortable as if you were in the countryside in spring. If you don't listen to me, imagine the darkness and cold of the world enveloping you, how miserable that would be. Please enter a deeper sleep and enjoy that warmth." She was completely hypnotized and could no longer resist. With a warm smile, she fell into my arms. I picked her up, put on my high heels, and disappeared into the vast darkness. She was not a promiscuous woman. Even at the brink of losing her virginity, on the eve of carnal revelry, she remained gentle and virtuous. Of course, losing virginity is a chain imposed upon people by this world; true loss of virginity is the sinful act of those who sell their souls for material gain. My woman, now entrusting her virginity to me with complete trust, is the greatest contempt for her husband, the greatest victory over true darkness. Now, she lies on the bed, so peaceful. When I remove her outer garments, I feel only dazzling brilliance, all because that fair and beautiful body is the best proof of an angel. Every time my hands glide over that body, besides physical excitement, it is also a contact with heaven. Heaven, I have never been, nor do I want to go, because the suffering people of this world are waiting for millions of people like her and me to help them. With the support of such a beautiful soul and body, why should you beg heaven to leave you alone in the chaotic void? Her lingerie was equally elegant and supple. Although my caresses brought her immense pleasure and indescribable beauty, she didn't immediately remove it. The lingerie, representing her nobility and purity, told me that its owner needed love, true love. I was so moved because I had personally removed her high heels, gently caressing her smooth feet. The touch of the stockings extended from my arms, transforming into unparalleled joy, leading both of us into a hazy, mysterious, and ethereal realm. At the same time, according to ancient Eastern etiquette, it also proclaimed that I had touched her feet and obtained her chastity. The pink, shimmering stockings so tightly enveloped their owner, a subtle joy filling my heart. I put the elegant high heels on her, gently instructing her to walk around the room in the most sensual yet elegantly artistic poses, fully demonstrating the perfect unity of person, stockings, and high heels. She did so to prove her transcendence, her obedience, and her dependence on me. I dimmed the lights, admiring her beautiful legs illuminated by the soft glow of the lamplight. Her graceful curves stretched long, reminiscent of waves. I wondered if these undulating waves could bring us both intense pleasure. Did you know that at the end of that gaze lay sacred joy? So, I decided to try. I lifted her legs, spreading them open. Now I could see more clearly: beneath her dark pubic hair, her labia were slightly parted, and her love juices flowed freely for me. I grasped my engorged member, pressing the head against her sacred temple, stroking it back and forth, still reluctant to penetrate immediately. Yet, though she was asleep, she unconsciously used her legs, clad in beautiful stockings, to gently caress my face, inviting me to explore the inside of that temple, to see if there was any holy water that could preserve youth. I was moved, and following the lubrication of her love juices, I pushed in. True love comes from the close union of two people. Her small, narrow palace was just the right size for my treasure, clearly prepared naturally for me. I began to slowly thrust my hips, gently penetrating and withdrawing. She responded to my movements perfectly, swaying gently. Love overflowed within our sanctuary, making us rise and fall like we were falling into the ocean, traversing a century of happiness in the darkness of joy. We were like lovers reunited, pressed tightly together. Her face was flushed with the rosy glow of orgasm, her expression radiant with happiness, as if she were in heaven, her body even more mature and alluring. I was even more delighted, like a thunderbolt shattering the sky, surging through her sanctuary like a whirlwind, thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting again. My chariot moved in and out of her body at breakneck speed, the smooth feel of her stockings becoming increasingly pronounced. I moved faster and harder, her beautiful body suddenly straightening as she swayed, the cold rain pouring down on my burning chariot. In that instant, we understood the true meaning of love. I laughed, silenced her tongue, and released my love juice deep into her vagina with unbridled pleasure. If happiness still exists in the world, it must be a pure and pristine beauty amidst the chaos, a flower of love blooming under the night sky. I gently tidied everything up and continued speaking to her in a low voice: "Your whole body will now feel enveloped in a warm breeze. You will no longer remember anything that happened tonight. Remember, whenever you hear 'The more beautiful the night, the more you will fall asleep and accept my guidance, but this only works when I say it; it has no effect if someone else says it. You will open your eyes after I count to three, but you will ignore everything that exists before you. You will go outside, take a taxi home, and when the driver asks you, you will wake up and naturally answer with your home address, feeling that everything is normal and natural. Even if your memory lingers about what happened between us tonight, you will only treat it as a pleasant fantasy, and keep thinking about it in the days to come. We have plenty of time ahead of us, you can rest assured." I kissed her again, and a tear suddenly appeared on her holy and beautiful face. Did it represent joy or sorrow? I don't know, but I know that one day we will be together forever. "1, 2, 3..." With the fading sound of her high heels, I watched her get into a taxi and disappear into the menacing urban night. Looking back suddenly, I found myself alone again in this vast room. The song "All Night Long" seemed to echo in my ears: "It's a frozen hour, the night past midnight, memories, like shooting stars, flash across my heart... The dream is over, how long will it be before the warm dawn returns?..."Two months later, with the help of my friend, the preacher, we successfully sent her despicable husband to hell, and she inherited all his property. Subsequently, through telephone control, I successfully hypnotized her each time, gradually freeing her from the constraints of worldly thinking. Gradually, we began a secret affair, no longer needing hypnosis to engage in sex; hypnosis became merely an ornament in our love. Six months later, we finally married… Could we begin to experience the taste of a happy life? The caresses of a lover, the loving support between mother and child, the subservient relationship between master and servant—all the intimacy. If you wish to harbor the utmost doubt and contempt for me, I will simply laugh it off, because you do not yet know what seemingly fallen holiness is, or what seemingly holy fallacy is; you do not yet understand the preacher's life lesson: happiness originates from intimacy. [The End]

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