[Tentacle Corruption] [Author: Human Girl] [Part 1]

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Chapter One: In the Dream

Deep winter, heavy snow fell, adorning the city like a thick feathered robe. The evergreen pines and cypresses donned white veils, as if attending a city wedding. Colorful lights shone throughout the city, dispelling the darkness of night. Streetlights, neon lights, and the colorful lights adorning buildings and shops created a festive atmosphere on the bustling streets. Circular holy symbols hung from the streetlights, their eye patterns seemingly watching over all beings, adding a touch of religious atmosphere to the city.

I was wearing a pink coat, being pulled along the sidewalk by a girl. The girl pulling me wore a gray down jacket and a blue round hat; she was bundled up so much that she looked rather comical. But looking at her delicate face and joyful expression, perhaps "adorable" would be a more fitting description. She pulled me forward, running excitedly like a little sparrow.

"Xia-Xin—" The girl let go of my hand and ran in front of me. She exaggeratedly stretched out her two arms, hidden inside her oversized down jacket, her small gloved hands outstretched, a bright smile on her face.

"Xia-Xin—Christmas is almost here! I dragged you out to play and you're still not happy! Look how pretty it is here! You'll regret it for the rest of your life if you don't look!" The girl forcefully spread her arms, drawing an exaggerated big circle, as if describing a lifelong regret.

I looked helplessly at the little girl in front of me: "Yes, yes, Wenwen. But exams are coming up soon too, I count less than 20 days. Aren't you going to study hard?" Seeing her little face about to fall, I couldn't resist teasing her. I reached out and stroked her little head, watching her squint her eyes like a kitten being petted. I gently lifted her little hat—"I know you're a good student, Student Council President! But you need to balance work and rest! You can't always stay at home studying like a hermit! You'll become a shut-in! And then you won't find a boyfriend! Uh—don't pull my hat, it's so cold!" The little girl named Wenwen pouted, protecting her head, not letting me pull her hat off. Her pitiful look amused me. Hearing her words, I couldn't help but picture a boy. He had a short buzz cut, was tall and thin, and had soft downy hair on his lip. He didn't smile much, always wearing a cold expression for strangers, but in front of me, he always looked at me with loving eyes.

"No, Wenwen. I already have a boyfriend, you've forgotten? I'm marrying my brother Yifei right after I graduate high school!" I felt like my tone was sickeningly sweet, but as I said it, a feeling of happiness welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but squint my eyes, longing for the future:

"So, I'm going to study hard and get into a good high school! Then I'll go to the best university in the city, so I can live with my brother Yifei!" "You're not old enough, that's illegal!" Wenwen muttered softly. I opened my eyes and looked at the cute girl in front of me. I couldn't help but tease her again. I reached out and touched her hat. "And I'm telling you, Sun Wen, if you have a good figure, you should show it off like me! You're clearly better looking than me, and you're prettier than me! But if you wrap yourself up like a bun, you'll never find a boyfriend!" "But it's cold like that!" Wenwen said pitifully. This time she managed to protect her hat and jumped a meter away. "So you're not allowed to pull my hat anymore! Ouch—" The girl was so busy raising her little fist to scare me that she didn't notice the person behind her. She bumped into someone and almost fell. The person caught her. "Sorry, I bumped into you by accident." x2, the two of them apologized in unison. Immediately afterward, the two people, their eyes meeting, froze, then burst into laughter.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry," said the young man, about 190cm tall, who had been bumped into. Even in the snowy weather, he was dressed in autumn clothes, a casual jacket over a round-neck t-shirt, exposing his large chest below his neck. He had short, dyed brownish-yellow hair, and a bright, sunny smile on his face. He liked to tilt his head to the right when he laughed, and on his left ear was a red earring—a flat, round red crystal with an eye pattern in the center—the emblem of the Father God. I slightly tilted my head, and the eye in the emblem seemed to subtly turn as well, as if watching me. "I was walking carelessly and bumped into you, almost knocking you over. I'm so sorry," he said, waving his hand and apologizing to Wenwen in front of him.

"It's okay, it's my fault. I wasn't paying attention in such a crowded place, and I was even running backwards." Wenwen lowered her head as if embarrassed, noticing the large black footprint she had left on the man's white casual shoes. "I'm so sorry," she said, bowing deeply again.

"It's okay... Hey? I feel like I've seen this girl somewhere before?" The man, who had been talking to Wenwen with his head down, looked up and saw me. I saw amazement and admiration in his eyes: "Such a beautiful girl, if I've seen you before, I definitely won't forget you!" he said to me.

"Hey?" Wenwen looked up, nervously ran to my side, and whispered in my ear, "Don't be fooled by this man! He's definitely trying to pick you up!" Seeing the smile on my face, she seemed even more nervous: "Hey, I think he bumped into me on purpose! He's definitely after you, don't be fooled by him—" But I recognized the man in front of me. His name was Shoujiang, the owner of the cake shop where my fiancé, Yifei, worked. I had seen

him before when I went to see Yifei. "Hello, Mr. Shou." I adjusted my facial muscles and smiled at him. "We met at your shop last time. I'm Yi Fei's fiancée. My fiancé is so grateful for your kindness." "Ah? You two know each other..." Wenwen said softly. I turned around and gestured for her to be quiet, winked at her apologetically, and then returned to continue talking to Shou Jiang.

"Just call me Shou Jiang. Your name is... Xia Xin, right?" "You have a good memory." "Haha!" Shou Jiang laughed, scratching his head with one hand and waving the other in the air. "Yi Fei is the most hardworking employee in our shop. I've often heard other people in the shop say that Yi Fei has a beautiful girlfriend who looks like a celebrity, but I've never been able to match her up. It turns out it's true!" "I'm his fiancée," I said with a reserved smile, emphasizing the words "fiancée" in my tone.

"But you..." Shoujiang looked puzzled. "If I'm not mistaken, you're not in high school yet, are you?" I smiled. Everyone who heard me say that would react the same way, but I liked their expressions; they gave me a sense of happiness. "I'm in the second year of junior high now, and I'll be in the third year next year," I said with a smile.

"But this has nothing to do with my fiancée. We've already decided that we'll get married after I finish high school." "Seeing you two like this, I feel like I'm getting old..." Seeing Shoujiang's somewhat speechless expression, I couldn't help but cover my mouth and laugh happily.

"I'll definitely ask Yifei how he managed to win you over!" Shoujiang joked. He seemed to notice that we were standing in the middle of the sidewalk talking, blocking the flow of people, and some people were looking at him with displeasure.

"Well then, to express my apology, I'd like to invite you, oh, and this beautiful lady, to sit in that coffee shop over there for a while!" he quickly said to us.

Wenwen rolled her eyes adorably. "'I'll treat you, oh, and that beautiful lady too...' It's really embarrassing to be a mere 'little accompaniment'!" I shook my head at Shoujiang. "My classmate and I are going shopping later, so we won't bother you." My words carried a hint of determination, because I didn't want any involvement with any man other than Yifei.

Shoujiang didn't press the matter further. He smiled generously. "If you have the chance, bring your classmate to my shop, and I'll provide you with free desserts! Your fiancé has always been the hardest worker. He even told me he's going to work full-time next year, and I'll give him a raise then!" He gave me a thumbs-up, smiled, and waved goodbye.

Watching him walk further and further away, the smile on my face slowly faded, and a trace of melancholy rose in my heart. Wenwen seemed to notice. She leaned closer to me and whispered, "Xia—Xin—, why that expression?"

"Does this man have ill intentions towards you?"

I shook my head, my unease growing, but I didn't say anything, just giving Wenwen a perfunctory answer: "He's a good person, I don't think there's a more generous boss than him." "Then why are you worried?" I sighed, "Yi Fei... I feel like he doesn't plan to go to high school." "Ah?!" Wenwen jumped up, "How can that be? If he doesn't go to high school, how will he earn money to support the family in the future?" I could only silently shake my head, "He's doing it for me. You know my family's situation..." My parents and Yi Fei's parents were comrades-in-arms and neighbors. We grew up together. When we were very young, after watching a TV series, Yi Fei accidentally hugged me.

I was too naive to understand, and I cried and told him that I had been hugged by a man and would never be able to get married. Yi Fei, equally naive, patted his chest and promised that he would take responsibility for me and marry me. Perhaps the adults only took it as a childish joke at the time, but they always used it to tease us. As we grew older, under the encouragement of the adults, I gradually came to regard Yifei as my boyfriend.

Until a year ago, his parents went on a trip to Europe together, but Yifei and I didn't go because of our upcoming exams. The plane crashed over the desert. That day, Yifei and I both lost our parents. In front of the funeral hall, I cried uncontrollably, dressed in mourning clothes. Yifei, equally heartbroken, comforted me like an adult. He took my hand, hugged me, and let me lean against his chest, letting my tears soak his clothes.

In a trembling voice, he whispered in my ear,

"I will take care of you from now on." His words were so firm, "Let me be your fiancé. Our parents will be watching us from heaven; they certainly wouldn't want us to be sad." He held my shoulders, making me look directly into his eyes, and in his eyes, I saw only sincerity.

"Let's say our vows to our parents together!"

I nodded slightly. He helped me kneel before the portraits of both our parents and solemnly said, "I, Yi Fei, swear before the Father God who watches over all living beings and to my parents: I am willing to marry Xia Xin. I will love her, protect her, never let her be sad again, make her happy forever, and let a smile always remain on her face!" I turned my head, looked at his earnest face, lowered my head, and whispered my vows to our parents:

"I, Xia Xin, swear before the Father God who watches over me and to my parents: I am willing to marry Yi Fei. I will take care of him, love him, do his laundry, cook for him, and clean the house. I will give him a warm harbor." "We will get married after graduating from high school. Please bless us, parents!" Finally, we said to our parents in unison.

He trembled as he cupped my face in his hands, seeking my opinion with expectant eyes. I closed my eyes shyly and looked up at him.

His lips touched mine.

On that day, we made our lifelong vows of love.

Life without our parents was incredibly difficult. They hadn't left us much wealth, and we were burdened with a mortgage. The weight of life was suffocating us. One day, Yifei and I were lying in bed when he solemnly told me something.

He wanted to work part-time after school.

I disagreed, but he did the math for me. He said the money left by both families, after paying the mortgage, wasn't even enough for one person to go to university. Yifei said that if I studied hard and got a scholarship, combined with the money he earned from his part-time job, we might be able to barely scrape together our tuition fees.

I had no choice but to agree. From then on, I practically became a recluse. I greedily absorbed knowledge during the day and tutored Yifei at night. We supported each other and worked hard together.

But as time went by, I noticed that Yifei was working longer and longer hours. Although he was earning more and more money—because his boss was generous, even more than the average wage earner—I felt uneasy. Yifei hadn't asked me to tutor him in a long time; he seemed to be planning to focus on work and abandon his studies. This was something I absolutely could not accept. We clearly agreed that we would go to university together, then get married, and enjoy the sweet life of university together. But how could we put the cart before the horse just to make money?

"I'm sorry, Wenwen," I said apologetically to Wenwen, "I... I need to go home and call Yifei. I want to persuade him. He can't skip school; he can't work like this forever. I'm sorry I can't go shopping with you..." Wenwen was a little reluctant, but under my resolute gaze, she could only walk away alone, feeling reluctant.

I stood on the street, looking at the dimly lit, bustling street, my heart filled with contradictions and struggles. Finally, "I" sighed heavily.

With this sigh, the world before me shattered like fireworks, engulfing "me" and leaving the body of the girl named "Xia Xin." "I" looked at the girl standing there, graceful and elegant like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley, and suddenly felt a pang of reluctance.

Then, a void surged from the shattered fragments of the world, turning everything into chaos.

The real "me" awoke.

Chapter Two: Between Reality and Dream

I shook my head, lifting my sleepy eyes from the table. I seemed to have just fallen into a vivid dream. In the dream, I was a girl named "Xia Xin." My mind was still a little foggy when I first woke up, giving me a slightly unreal feeling about reality. I staggered to my feet, feeling my way along the wall like a drunkard, and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the tap and splashed cold water on my face.

The icy touch on my skin finally cleared my head. I shook my head, savoring the dream.

Everything in the dream felt so real; the events, the girl's delicate thoughts—it was hard to distinguish between the dream and reality. I opened my eyes, looked at myself in the mirror, and slowly separated reality from the dream.

My name is Di Tian, a 34-year-old middle-aged man, not the 15-year-old girl in my dream. I am now on the luxurious submarine Aurora in the Pacific Ocean in 2076, not on the streets of China in 2014. But everything in the dream was so vivid. Could it be that in my past life I really was that woman named Xia Xin from 2014? "Haha, how could that be!" I shook my head, chuckling to myself. Perhaps it was because I watched a romance movie depicting that era when I was young! I remember my wife loved watching romance movies. She's a beautiful woman from Japan, with the gentle, tender nature typical of Japanese women. We have a son who should be starting elementary school this summer. When I return to the old mainland of China from the underwater city of New Beijing this time, I must take a long vacation to spend quality time with my wife and child.

Since the first underwater city, Atlantis, was built in 2045, various countries have begun to claim the oceans and start immigrating to the seabed. The Pan-East Asian Economic Union, represented by China, and the Greater American Union, represented by the United States, have divided the Pacific Ocean, while the Pan-Slavic Union, represented by Russia, and the European Union have divided the Atlantic Ocean.

Africa and the Middle East have once again fallen behind in the technological revolution; they have not gained a foothold in the new land grab and can only sadly remain on the almost uninhabited old continent. Humanity's economy and culture gradually shifted to underwater cities, where new energy sources to replace oil were discovered.

Thus, in 2076, the wealthy and powerful reside in sky cities, overlooking the earth below; the middle class and the rich live in underwater cities, working hard to improve their living standards. Only the poor and the destitute remain on the old continent, enduring the polluted air and environment. Because teachers and intellectuals have almost entirely migrated to the sea and sky, the internet on the old continent is no longer functioning properly due to lack of maintenance. Those left behind on the old continent have lost their opportunities for learning and will never have a chance to succeed.

I was once a hoodlum in the Old World, but by chance, I was recruited as a sailor on the Aurora. Although it wasn't a technical job requiring specific knowledge, I still learned a lot from the opportunities to interact with underwater cities and some intellectuals. I slowly accumulated wealth, dreaming of one day immigrating to the underwater city with my wife and children. After this underwater voyage, I should be able to save enough money to immigrate to New Liaoning with my wife and children. My children will receive an education there, and my wife will have a better life.

I thought to myself, looking at myself in the mirror.

I had a short haircut and a full beard. Although the captain often criticized me for looking like a barbarian, I felt it made me more manly. My penis was magnificent and large, a full 20 centimeters. It was this robust penis that made me the favorite of my wife among many men—my Japanese wife was once a prostitute, but that was normal in the Old World; women could only earn a living by selling their bodies.

My body was bronze, my arms and back were covered in tattoos, and my thighs were covered in thick, long hair. This made me exude an aura of masculine hormones at all times. I looked at myself in the mirror with satisfaction, wiped my face clean, and returned to my little room.

I looked at the diary on the table; I'd made a daily habit of writing in it since arriving on the ship. Last night, I was so tired from writing that I actually fell asleep on the table. Looking at my messy handwriting, I lost all interest in reading my diary. I turned to a new page, looked up at the atomic clock hanging above the table—because it uses renewable energy, this clock is said to run continuously for five thousand years without stopping, without gaining or losing a single second—and wrote down the time.

March 1st, 2093, Monday. I scratched my head, feeling something was off, as if I'd forgotten something. Oh well, I'd better finish writing and go to sleep! I thought to myself. Recording today's events, I habitually touched a coin-sized disc in my hand, using it as a bookmark on the finished diary page. I yawned and lay down on the bed. The sheets and blankets had a slightly musty smell, but I remembered airing them out yesterday; they shouldn't smell moldy, right? Never mind, I'll worry about it for now. I'm so sleepy, I'll think about it after I wake up.

In my drowsy state, I couldn't help but wonder if I would dream of that girl named Xia Xin again? She was so beautiful. In my time, a girl as beautiful as her would have long been taken into the homes of powerful men. The past was so good… Thinking this, I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3 In the Dream II

In a daze, I became that girl named Xia Xin again. Hmm? What does this mean? Aren't I Xia Xin? A 15-year-old girl, Sun Wen's classmate and friend, Yi Fei's fiancée. Honestly, today I've been so confused by Yi Fei's situation that I'm starting to overthink things.

I felt a chill in the room, so I curled up, hugging my knees, and felt a little warmth. A thick layer of ice had formed on the windows, something that had never happened before. In the past, the heating in the house was always on full blast in winter, and I often ran around barefoot in my pajamas. This year, Yifei and I have to be very careful with our money. We didn't have enough money to pay the heating bill, so we had to turn off the heating at home.

Now, I'm even a little cold wearing a sweater at home. But it doesn't matter. As long as I have my fiancé Yifei, I'll endure any hardship with joy. Yifei is a capable man, and I'm a woman who can endure hardship. Once we grow up and start working, we'll definitely improve our lives. I firmly believe this.

But all of this depends on Yifei not giving up his studies. We live in a knowledge-based society now; no matter how capable you are, without knowledge, you'll be helpless. I hesitated before dialing Yifei's number, wanting to persuade him.

Beep...beep...beep...

I sat on the bed, my legs curled up to my chest, one hand hugging my knee, the other holding the phone, listening to the unanswered call. My phone was a gift from Yifei, a pink flip phone with a colorful chain hanging from it. At the end of the chain hung a small, flat, round holy emblem, the eye in the center of which seemed to be watching me. What is Yifei doing now? I couldn't help but worry. Yi Fei is currently delivering cakes at a cake shop in Shoujiang. Every day, he rides his motorcycle to deliver pre-ordered cakes to customers' homes or hotels. It's the coldest time of year now, and it's snowing outside today. Yi Fei must be working very hard. Is he dressed warmly enough? Is he getting a cold? Maybe he's riding his motorcycle right now; if so, I shouldn't call and bother him. What if he slips and falls on the roadside while trying to reach for the phone…? Thinking about this, I felt a little panicked and hesitated before hanging up. But just then, the call connected.

"Huff…huff…hello…is this Xin Xin?" Yi Fei's voice came from the other end of the line, but he seemed to be doing strenuous exercise, breathing heavily.

"Yes, it's me, Yi Fei. Are you…very busy?" I said softly. If he really was busy, was it inappropriate for me to call at this time?

"Phew... It's nothing... I'm delivering a cake... The elevator in this building is broken... I have to climb more than 30 floors... It's okay... Listening to you makes me feel less tired." Yi Fei sounded very tired on the other end of the phone, but he still tried to talk to me. My heart warmed, like drinking a bowl of hot porridge, warming me from the inside out.

"Oh... I..." I hesitated, unsure whether I should bring up school at this time.

He must be in a lot of pain about this too, after all, he was a model student before his parents' accident. Not being able to go to school must have been a painful decision he made after a long struggle. He's already going through so much, and I should bring up something that's bothering him... "Is... is something wrong?" Yi Fei's voice softened on the other end of the phone, as if he had stopped to rest.

"No, nothing, I just... just missed you a little." I said softly, a blush rising on my face.

"I...missed you too," Yi Fei said breathlessly. "I'm so tired right now...how about...we do...our favorite game together?" "Ah—" I felt my face burning. He...he suddenly brought this up, and I really didn't know what to do. Should I refuse? He's worked so hard, I really couldn't bear to disappoint him; but if I agreed?

That thing was just too embarrassing... "No, you're in a public place now, it'll be so awkward if someone hears us." I hesitated for a long time before finally saying this.

"It's okay...my phone volume is low...they won't hear us...you can do it...and talk...I have the energy to climb the stairs." Yi Fei said, panting.

I softened a little. "Okay, okay then, please turn your phone volume down, don't let anyone hear us!" As I said this, I lowered my face almost to my knees. It was just...so embarrassing.

"Don't...don't worry!"

I placed the phone next to the pillow, lay back, and rested my head on the pillow. I whispered to Yifei, "Can you hear me?" "Closer...more." I moved my head closer to the phone, my face almost touching it, feeling its coolness.

"Now?"

"Very...clear."

"Okay, let's begin." I whispered, "Do you know which clothes I'm wearing right now?" "It's... the one I bought for you... that... black sweater, right?" "That's right!" My heart felt like it had eaten honey, so sweet that even my voice was a little cloying: "The pants I'm wearing now are also the black woolen pants you bought! The wool of the sweater and pants clings to my body, it's so fluffy, it feels like your hands are touching my body... like you're touching my calves, gently touching my thighs, oh, how annoying, you're even touching my most private parts... My lower abdomen feels warm, like you're licking my belly with your tongue... Oh dear, why did your tongue lick my belly button? It's dirty there... Your hands are touching my breasts, pinching my nipples, it's so embarrassing..." "Huff... huff..." I heard Yi Fei's heavy breathing from the other end of the phone, I don't know if it was because she was tired or because she was aroused by my words.

"Now I'm going to take off my clothes!" I crossed my arms and pulled the sweater over my head. My skin was exposed to the cold air, and small goosebumps rose on my skin. Because I was at home, I wasn't wearing a bra, and my nipples felt like they were tightly curled up and erect on my breasts, shivering from the cold.

"Take off your pants... and underwear too," Yifei said.

"You're so impatient!" I covered my face, almost burying my head under the pillow.

"I've already climbed to the 21st floor, almost there," Yifei explained from the other end.

"Okay then!" I sat up, took off my woolen pants, and pulled my underwear down to my ankles. After thinking for a moment, I hesitated again, then pulled one leg out of my underwear, leaving only the underwear hanging on my left ankle. "Here's a treat for you!" I said to Yifei in a coquettish tone, "I've taken off my bra too, so I'm completely naked now!" "Hoo...hoo...hoo..." "Now my hand is between my legs, um...oh...I'm using two fingers to separate my labia...rubbing my clitoris with my right hand...ah...so good...my clitoris is swollen..." "Pull...pull back the skin on my clitoris..." "Um...pulled back...my clitoris is showing...it's so cold...but I like it cold...I'm using my fingers to tease my clitoris..." "What's your clitoris called?" "My clitoris...my clitoris...I'm pinching it, it seems to be crying...so much water is flowing out..." "That's your vaginal fluid, isn't it..." "Yes..." "My juices... Xia Xin is a slutty girl... Xia Xin is leaking so much juices... Xia Xin leaks juices whenever she thinks of Brother Yi Fei... Xia Xin is a slutty little bitch..." "What is the little bitch doing now?" "The little bitch has put her finger in!" "Where?" "Vagina...vagina! Xia Xin, the little bitch, has put her finger in her vagina!" I shouted ecstatically, stimulated by my own fingers. One hand frantically rubbed my exposed clitoris, while the other hand inserted my fingers into my vagina. I felt the sensation of my vagina being blocked, and the sensation of my fingers being sucked by my vagina. I loudly told Yi Fei on the other end of the phone about my feelings. Shouting out the most shameful words seemed to give me mental pleasure.

"Mmm...ah...oh...ah...so much juice is flowing from my vagina, squelching, so much water, Xia Xin is so lewd...Xia Xin turns into a lewd little slut just thinking about Brother Yi Fei, Xia Xin loves being Brother Yi Fei's little slut the most..." "Huff...huff...huff..." "Xia Xin's filthy juice has made the bed dirty...I'm such a perverted little slut...my body is so hot...I really want Brother Yi Fei to hurry up and put it in...Brother Yi Fei...hurry up and put it in..." "Then...I'm...already inside..." "Ah...so big...Brother Yi Fei's cock is so big...it's in...so big...Brother Yi Fei's cock is filling me up completely...so full...my pussy is being rubbed by his cock...so comfortable...my vagina is being stirred around...so comfortable..." I quickly moved my fingers in and out, involuntarily letting out a high-pitched moan, my body limp on the bed.

"Have you...orgasmed yet?"

我赤裸的蜷缩起来，感觉屋里面是那幺冷。我不停的想着伊飞事情，久久不能入眠。只能睁着眼，看着天花板上面圆形的圣徽，中间那只眼睛仿佛在注视着我。

「父神，请庇护我和伊飞的幸福。」我祈祷着。

第四章现实之间ii

我睁开了眼睛，又回到了充满发霉味的水手舱里。尽管我已经醒了，但我还是闭着眼，回味着梦里的感觉。

女孩高潮的余韵似乎还留在我的身体上，这让我这个处男感觉有些尴尬。我已经快四十岁了，但还没有娶妻，这在旧大陆很正常——旧大陆的女人是稀有资源，漂亮而美丽的女人更是近乎于绝迹。我的男根只有不到5 厘米，从小就被朋友们嘲笑，连妓女都没有勇气去找。我回味着梦里女孩的高潮，感觉胯下又有些蠢蠢欲动。

我解开腰带，露出像是黄豆一样的阳具。我的阴茎被一层厚厚的包皮包裹着，像是一只丑陋的小虫子。我喘着气把包皮撸到后面，感觉小虫子还是软软的，前面的龟头苍白的裹了厚厚一层污垢，散发出腐败的臭味。我想起来了，昨天因为太累了，只洗了把脸，没有洗澡就睡觉了，包皮里的污垢便没有洗。昨天晚上又做了一晚上的春梦，让这些污垢更加肮脏了。想到这里，我用指甲轻轻刮去一层污垢，感觉这些刺激让龟头胀大了一些。我回想着梦里女孩高潮的感觉，开始撸动阴茎。

小虫子一点点变大，龟头也渐渐变得发红。我感觉包皮似乎把龟头的后面勒的紧紧的，把血液挤在龟头上，染上了一片紫色。我赶紧把撸到后面的包皮又松了一些回去，看到龟头又被包皮包了起来，前端只留下一小块没有包裹上。剧烈的动作让我有些饥饿感，像是好久没有吃过饭了。但剧烈的快感一点点从胯下传来，让我顾不得吃饭这种小事。终于在1 分钟后，我颤抖着射出几滴白色精液。

我仰面躺在枕头上，呼哧呼哧的喘着气，脑子里全是梦中少女手淫时的感觉。

那种感觉是那样清晰，仿佛我就是那个少女一样。女孩的高潮来得很慢：一开始像是清风拂过草地，点点星火在草丛里闷闷的燃烧；渐渐的火慢慢变大，发出浓烟，却又不是很激烈；只有当高潮最终来临的时候，火势才如同燎原的大火，席卷着烧尽了一切。那种感觉让我回味良久。但刚才的手淫却丝毫没有那种感觉。

只是感觉机械式的撸动，高潮从龟头上传来，沿着脊椎刺激到小脑。当兴奋的感觉最终到达小脑后，性奋感戛然而止，留下的只有无尽的空虚和寂寞。

如果我真的是那个女孩就好了……我的脑子里不由的产生了这个念头。这个想法让我有些羞耻，但又带来了一些刺激。女孩是那样美丽，不像我这样，只有苍白的脸，半长的头发和光秃秃的下巴。从小因为长的瘦瘦小小，经常被同龄人欺负，甚至连妓女都看不起我。我记得有一个很漂亮的东瀛省的妓女，在我疯狂的追求她一年以后，只因为一起洗澡的时候看到了我的阴茎，就痛快的把我甩掉了。至今我还记得她苦笑着对我摇头说：

「对不起，狄天。我是一个妓女，长久的生活让我已经习惯了和男人做爱，和你在一起……我没有自信能够为你以后保住贞洁。真的很抱歉。」强烈的刺激让我抓住了一次机遇，成为了极光号上的水手。在这里虽然还是饱受排挤和欺辱，但是我已经攒够了钱，这一次航行结束后，我就可以移民海底城市新辽宁。我相信我会在那里找到新的生活。

但是这样的我，命运似乎已经注定，在哪里都无法抬起胸膛做人吧……我闭着眼，如果我是梦里那个女孩就好了……她有精致的容貌，有敏感的身体。她自慰的感觉让我至今仍无法忘记。我把手放在身下的位置——如果我是夏馨，我这里应该就是阴蒂的位置，而不像现在这样，是一条软趴趴的虫子；下面应该是山丘中间隐藏着一条裂谷，而不是像现在这样丑陋的阴袋。我用一只手揉着短小的阴茎，一只手不停的点着阴袋下面的地方，想象着那里有一个阴道——如果我是那个女孩，我自慰的动作应该就是这样吧……不到30秒，又是一瞬间的快感从龟头上传来，刺到小脑上，转瞬即逝。我喘着气，把精液抹到床单上，手却碰到了一些蛛网。真是的，床单确实应该洗了，但是今天手淫了两次，已经很累了，还是明天吧——我这样想着。

我抬起像是生锈了一样的腰，抬着腿慢慢放到地上。房间里到处都是灰尘和蛛网，像是很久没有打扫过一样。我扶着墙慢慢走近洗手间，厌恶的看着镜子里的自己。

我的头发长到肩头，如果是一个女孩的话，这个长度刚刚好，但是我是男人；我有一张苍白的脸，如果是一个女孩的话，应该用白皙来形容，但我是男人；我光秃秃的下巴和嘴唇上没有胡须，如果是一个女孩的话，是正常的，但我是男人。

我厌恶的低下头，拧开水龙头，放了一会发红的锈水——这艘船一定是哪里出了问题，楼上的贵宾室里难道没有顾客投诉吗？

我狠狠的洗了洗脸，晃晃悠悠回到了船舱里，疲惫的翻过上一篇日记。如今的我只想尽快写完今天的内容，早一些上床睡觉。我希望能在梦里继续那个叫夏馨的女孩的生活。我又一次感叹，如果我是那个女孩，就好了……我抬头看了看原子钟，记录下时间。

2136年4 月15日，星期三。

我似乎写得很荒诞，日记里透着「如果我是一个女孩就好了」的意思，充满了羞耻感，连我自己都不愿意去读第二遍。我拿起那个圆盘，摸着上面像眼睛一样的图案，把它夹到今天写完的日记页上后，颤颤巍巍的回到床上，躺到了满是蛛网的床——明天一定要好好打扫一下，我这样想着。

朦朦胧胧之间，我又发出了那个感慨——

如果我是女孩，就好了。
「还要我再重复一遍吗，烂婊子夏馨？所有烂婊子会做的事情你都做了，你他妈的跟我装什幺纯情少女！口交？你口活真好啊，还会深喉呢！看看你的奶子，奶头都变黑了，你说你是纯情少女，有人信吗？你在瞅瞅你的逼，毛都没有，哪去了？我记得一年前还全是毛啊，被我剃了？被我一个男人给剃了逼上面的毛？

你他妈的还真是纯情啊！你屁眼里的痔疮今天犯了没？我早就说过捅屁眼容易得痔疮，你看看你，天天床上跟初夜似的！你不就是想要初夜吗？你他妈的天天都是初夜！」伊飞疯狂的大喊大叫发泄着，这样的他，是如此的陌生！

一个赤身裸体的女人慢慢从远处走了过来，轻轻抚摸着伊飞的脸。我跟被雷劈了似的，这个女人，在我刚进到这个蛋糕屋的时候，我见过她！她叫李瑶，是这个蛋糕屋的女招待！

「伊飞哥哥，这个就是你提起的那个黄脸婆吗？就是前天，咱俩一起做爱的时候，给你打电话的那个？我看她脸不黄啊！」李瑶在我的面前装模作样的用天真的声音问伊飞。

「呵呵，脸不黄，心黄！瑶瑶，你会天天把结婚挂在嘴边吗？」李瑶摇摇头，讶然说：「那幺羞耻的事情，怎幺说得出口啊！」他们的话像是一把尖刀一样插在我的心口，让我感觉心上的血一滴滴流淌下来！

「是哦，这个女人天天跟她校长她班主人她同学和所有她第一次认识的人，都会说她要嫁给我呢！」李瑶惊讶的捂住嘴，「她是个疯子吗？还是伊飞哥哥你本钱太足了，把她操的神魂颠倒了？」「神魂颠倒？怎幺可能！」伊飞不屑的说，「你看这婊子很清纯吗？」李瑶点点头。

「你被她的表面骗了！我告诉你，她口活可好了，会深喉呢！」「啊？我们市里的妓女都没几个会这个呢！」「你再看啊，」伊飞捏着我的乳头，但此时的我已经无法感觉到任何疼痛，木然的看着他们的表演，哀大莫于心死，我感觉我的心已经枯萎了。「你看她奶子这个颜色！」伊飞捏着我仍是鲜艳娇嫩的乳头说。

「居然这幺黑了！她怀过孕？」李瑶睁眼说瞎话。

「没！这婊子一天24小时想男人，这地方所有的时候全充着血，已经黑透了！

还有她的逼，我都不忍心给你看，跟个黑木耳似的，他妈的还藏着掖着不给我操，光让我去舔！你知道吗，我晚上舔完以后，都他妈的做恶梦！」「太可怜了，太可怜了！」李瑶眼里闪着泪光，把伊飞的头抱到自己赤裸着的硕大的胸上，「姐姐给你操！姐姐不跟你结婚，以后天天给你操！」她的话让我的身体不停的颤抖起来，李瑶……她怎幺可以这样侮辱我！伊飞一定是受她的欺骗了，一定是！

「还是姐姐好……」伊飞闷声闷气的声音从李瑶的胸口里面传出来，他挣扎着脱了出来。「我跟这个烂婊子分手了，我再和她说最后几句话！」伊飞说着，来到了我的面前。

我只是呆呆的看着伊飞，眼泪终于流了出来。我的嘴里呜咽着，喃喃的对伊飞说：「伊飞哥哥，我错了……原谅我吧……不要抛弃馨馨……求你了……求你了……」我已经泣不成声了，如果能够动弹，我一定会抛弃掉自己所有的自尊，跪到伊飞脚下，无论是磕头还是更羞耻的事情，只要能挽回伊飞，我什幺都愿意去做！

「伊飞哥哥……馨馨求你了……不要抛弃馨馨……我愿意给你，我现在就能把所有全都给你……求你了……求你让馨馨做你的妻子吧……求你了……」成为伊飞的新娘，是我从小到大唯一的心愿。这个心愿已经深深的刻到了我的骨子里，是我一直以来奋斗的目标，精神的支柱。失去了伊飞我会怎幺办？失去了伊飞我还需要怎幺活？在我的心里，伊飞就是我的天，就是我的一切。一直以来，我嫁给伊飞，似乎是理所当然的事情，是板上钉钉的事实。在我父母去世以后，就是嫁给伊飞这个愿望带着我走出低谷的，如果没有了伊飞……我无法想象那种可能！但是今天，这精神的支柱摇晃着，就要倒塌下来。

（「那长大以后，我娶你！」）

（「嗯，长大以后，我嫁给你！」）

（「你是我的未婚妻了！」）

（「我伊飞，对着注视众生的父神和父母起誓：我愿意娶夏馨为妻。我会从此爱护她，保护她，不让她再伤心，让她永远幸福，让笑容永远留在她的脸上！」）（「我夏馨，对着注视着我的父神和父母起誓：我愿意嫁给伊飞，我会照顾他，爱护他。给他洗衣，做饭，收拾家务。让他有一个温暖的港湾。」）无数的声音从我的脑海深处涌了出来，我回想着以前的回忆，伊飞的保证，伊飞的誓言，我的回复，这些交织在一起，我多幺希望现在的我，是处在一个噩梦中！梦醒以后，我还是伊飞的未婚妻，伊飞还是对我那样的温柔！

我不断哀求着伊飞，无数不知廉耻的话从我的口中说了出来。我已经口不择言了，只要能挽回伊飞的心，让我做什幺都行！

我看着他从我的身边拿起了我的手机，输入了他自己的生日——那是我的开机密码。他找到和我一起美好的回忆——这一年来，我们真正成为爱人后，两个人的照片。

他就坐在我的身边，用手揽住我赤裸的肩膀，和我一起看着手机里的照片，回味这一年来，我们两个人度过的点点滴滴。但是他接下来的动作却让我如此的心寒！

16岁的元旦，我们两个人第一张大头贴，里面我们两人互相顶着额头，我在甜蜜的笑着，伊飞无奈的做着鬼脸——删除！

16岁的除夕，伊飞在碾着饺子皮，脸上沾满了面粉，但是他还是那样努力，幸福的笑着——删除！

16岁的除夕夜晚，我们两个人第一次睡到同一张床上，我被伊飞压在身下，红着脸闭上眼承受着，伊飞吻着我的嘴唇，一只手拿着手机，拍下了我羞涩的一刻——删除！

16岁的情人节，我们两个人第一次脱的光光的。伊飞提出要和我做爱，被我拒绝。但我生怕伊飞生气，让伊飞站在床上，我第一次跪在伊飞的胯下，给伊飞做口交的照片——删除！

我16岁的生日，伊飞送给我一件黑色的毛衣，我开心的穿着毛衣，手舞足蹈的照片——删除！

伊飞17岁的生日，我偷偷推开了伊飞家的门，把我自己脱得光光的一丝不挂，然后在身上绑满了彩带，钻进一个大盒子里。伊飞回家后惊讶的打开，被里面跳出来的我大喊着「生日快乐」紧紧搂住。那一天，我把自己最羞涩地地方露给伊飞看了，让伊飞用舌头舔着我的处女膜，用手指感受我的贞洁，伊飞拍下了那一刻我一边羞涩的低着头，一边用两指分开自己阴唇露出阴道的样子——删除！

五一劳动节，伊飞打算开始打工，我曾激烈的拒绝，我们二人几乎争吵起来。

但是我还是退了一步，为了表示歉意，我把自己的肛门送给伊飞，但却被伊飞毛手毛脚的弄出了血，我疼的大哭的样子被伊飞拍下了——删除！

五月中旬，经过了半个月的调养，我的后臀已经痊愈。不甘心的我们又开始蠢蠢欲动。这一次，伊飞把自己的中指插入了我的肛门，他拍下了这历史性的一刻——删除！

六一儿童节，经过了一个月的调教，我的肛门里已经可以塞进去两根手指。

伊飞熟练的把手指涂满了油脂，我主动扒开臀缝，伊飞两根手指深深的埋在了我的肛门深处——删除！

六月中旬，我羞涩的从网上买了后庭珠，可笑的我没有经验居然让快递送到了学校，幸亏店主聪明的写成了别的东西，才没引起大尴尬。伊飞把后庭珠涂满油脂，花了一个小时的时间塞进去，又花了两个小时的时间拔出来，这一次，我的后庭没有流血，伊飞拔出后庭珠的照片——删除！

七月初，伊飞对我的后庭调教到了最后阶段。他往我的肛门里注入了将近大半升的肥皂水，从后面抱着我的腿弯，像小孩尿尿的姿势蹲在马桶上，我受不过伊飞的纠缠，忍着羞用手机拍下了我喷出褐色大便的照片——删除！

七月五日，准备了两个多月的我们，又开始战战兢兢的准备起肛交。这次伊飞用手指给我的肛门做了充分的按摩和扩张，又用油脂涂满了他自己的阴茎，在我们的共同努力下，他终于成功的插入了我的肛门。这又是历史性的一刻，被伊飞拍下，说要做永远的保留，准备和我被破身的那一刻洗出来放到一起——删除！

在这些之间，还有我们无数美好的回忆。我们一起吃饭的照片；一起打闹的照片；在学校的树下亲吻的照片；中午在教学楼顶上，我闭着眼躺在伊飞腿上午睡的照片；伊飞因为逃学打工被老师叫到门外罚站，我偷偷跑出来陪他说话的照片……删除，删除，删除！

伊飞每删掉一张照片，在我眼里就像是删去一段美好的回忆！我和伊飞的过去没有了，我和伊飞的现在结束了，我和伊飞的将来永远不会走到一起了。但任我怎幺哀求，任我怎幺哭泣，伊飞都是如同铁石心肠般的不为所动。删掉，删掉，删掉！

当手机图库里空荡荡的一无所有后，伊飞最后删掉了开机密码。「我们结束了。」他这样和我说，「所以，再见。」仿佛慢动作一般，被伊飞随手扔下的手机在我的眼前慢慢慢慢的向下掉落着。

　　越过手机，我能看到伊飞那无情的背影。

伊飞搂着李瑶，在李瑶放荡的笑声中，他们越走越远。忽然伊飞停住了脚步，「对了夏馨，你还记得你昏迷前，我们刚来到这个楼层，我和你说的话吗？」我茫然的摇头，我还不相信伊飞和我的感情就这样，结束了？

「我会卖了你？就你没几两肉，能卖几个钱？」伊飞学着当时的口气说着，他忽然嘲讽似的笑了，「夏馨，事实证明，你的确很值钱。老板！夏馨我就卖给你了，这烂婊子我玩够了，你随便操！」他再也没有回头，消失在走廊的尽头。

寿江凑了上来，他扒下了我的内裤，在我的阴户上涂满了春药。他和近十个男人叉着手，看着我一点点被欲火勾起，看着我痛苦的满地打滚，看着我脸上挣扎的表情。接下来的事情对我来说就像是一场噩梦。终于，我被药物的欲火冲昏了头脑，我跪在地上，爬到赤身裸体的男人身上，像一个发情的母兽，撕扯着就要抓他们的阴茎。

男人们侮辱着我，用脚把我远远的踢开。但我头脑已经完全失去了理智，伊飞无情的抛弃让我充满了自毁和自弃的念头，春药更是给了我一个充分的理由。

我扒开自己的阴唇扒开自己的屁股露出阴道和肛门，哭着喊着求他们操我。终于，他们扑到了我的身上。

时间不知道过了多久，我像是大海上的小舟一样，被抛起来颠下去。他们插满了我身上所有能用的地方，而我，却恬不知耻的浪叫。

在这一波波的快感中，世界又一次破碎了。

第六章现实之间iii

我睁开了眼睛，眯着眼看着身边已经布满的蛛网。女孩哭泣的样子仿佛就在我的眼前，她绝望的心情仍堵在我的胸口。男人都不是好东西！我恨恨的想着，除了他们的鸡巴。女孩最后被轮奸的感觉让我回味无穷，似乎很久以前我也遇到过这样的事情。我小心的躲着蛛网，侧着头走出已经被蛛网完全覆盖的床上，却不小心压到了我的头发。

我按摩着我的发根，摸着墙走到桌子上，找到一根细线，慢慢的把我齐腰的头发向脑后聚集着，扎成一个马尾。手臂的动作间不小心碰到了我胸前的蓓蕾，让我身上涌起了一股快感。我看着我的身体，再一次发出感慨，男人都不是好东西，幸好，我已经不是完全的男人了。

是的，我是狄天，但我既不是男人，也不是女人。这在这个时代是很常见的事情。旧大陆的女人是如此稀少，男女比例高达50倍的落差，使得人妖这个古老的职业又一次焕发青春。从小我就被当做人妖来培养，大人们给我注射了雌性激素，为我做了拆除肋骨和整容的手术，这样我长大以后，除了没有女人的器官，浑身上下比一个女人还要女人。只有下面那个小虫子还不时的提醒我，我不是完整的女人的事实。

似乎是从我12岁开始，我就辗转在男人胯下。他们让我给他们口交，让我趴在地上，插我的屁眼。药物的改造让我无法从我的小虫子上面得到快感，却会在被插屁眼的时候得到高潮。曾经我也和一个东瀛省的妓女一起组成家庭，但有一天一群男人醉醺醺的闯入了我的家，他们把我和我的妻子衣服扒光，操着我的同时也在操着我的妻子。男人都不是好东西，这次意外让我的家庭彻底破碎。我的妻子怀了别的男人的孩子，而我被男人操到哭的样子也让我的形象，彻底的在她的心里跌落到谷底。从那天起，她重操旧业，而我也不得不卖着屁股在最低贱的娼馆里讨生活。

我恨男人，但我又不得不面对我曾经也是个男人的现实。正如我梦里那个女孩的遭遇，我曾经不止一次被男人伤害，被男人轮奸，被男人背叛。终于我脱离了旧大陆，来到极光号上门成为了一个水手。但是我只是从一个噩梦里落到另一个噩梦里。我住在最差的船舱里，遍地都是蛛网，鼻子里嗅到的全是发霉的臭味。

当他们对我有需要的时候，才把我拉到他们的船舱里，事后仍然毫不留情的把我赶回到这里。男人都不是好东西！我一边愤愤的想着，一边走进洗手间。

我看着镜子里的自己，白皙娇嫩，如同女孩一样的皮肤光滑紧凑；我的头发乌黑柔顺，就连当年那个东瀛女子的发质也不如我；我的嘴唇娇嫩欲滴，没有擦口红却有着天然的芳泽；我的乳房圆润硕大，坚挺的树立在胸前，仿佛违背地球引力一样；我的身材如最诱人的魔鬼，会让任何见到我的男人神魂颠倒。但这一切的美感，都被我两腿间那丑陋的小虫子破坏。

我的容貌和身材，比我见过的任何女人都要完美，但我却不是女人。

I stared blankly at the mirror, wondering why I had a man's body. Why wasn't I a real woman? My life had been so difficult; I had suffered all the humiliations women endure, yet I could never enjoy the pleasures women are entitled to. I hated men, yet heaven had given me the identity of a man. Heaven was truly so unfair… I turned on the tap, drained the rusty water, and washed my face again. I looked up at my reflection, water dripping from my hair, a pitiful sight… I smashed the mirror with my fist!

Men are all bad! The person in the mirror is no exception!

I strode back to the table, opened my diary, turned to a new page, and poured out my pent-up resentment:

Why do I have such a perfect body, yet heaven won't let me be a real woman! Why do I hate men so much, yet I was made a man! I clutched the disc in the diary, staring at the eye pattern on it, as if it were watching me. I seemed to have seen this pattern many times in my dreams; I remembered that in my dreams, people called it Father God. An absurd thought rose from the depths of my heart—"Omniscient and omnipotent, Father God who watches over me, if you can hear my prayer, let me become a real woman!" Finally, I looked up at the atomic clock above the table and noted the date—July 19, 2199.

I returned to bed, rolled around on it, and entangled myself in spiderwebs. I am a man, I bear original sin, and filthy blood flows through my veins. The spiderwebs covering my body gave me a feeling of utter filth, a feeling that transformed into pleasure.

I pinched a small insect in one hand and thrust the other into my anus, pumping vigorously. The pleasure from my anus made me lose myself; in a daze, I seemed to merge with the girl in my dream. She was like this too, lying on top of a man, the man beneath her penetrating her vagina, the man behind her thrusting into her anus—yes, just like how I felt now. I twisted my body wildly, as if this would transfer the feeling of Xia Xin from my dream to me. But this was impossible. The fullness that followed couldn't mask the emptiness that preceded it. Filled with an insatiable desire, I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Seven: In the Dream (iv)

I sat on the stool in front of the dressing table, staring blankly at myself in the mirror. In the mirror, my smooth black hair was styled in an updo, a white veil draped over my head; I applied eyeshadow, drew my eyebrows, and brushed on blush; my lips were a vibrant pink; the heavy makeup in the mirror concealed my innocence and naivety, revealing a seductive and alluring side.

Was this really me? I touched my face, incredulous. I wore a pair of amethyst earrings, dangling five centimeters above my bare shoulders; a blue crystal necklace adorned my neck, sparkling under the light; my delicate, white shoulders were exposed to the air, revealing my exquisite collarbones and rounded chest; the pure white veil draped over my shoulders was too beautiful to touch, and the tassels on my chest were flawlessly white. Adorned with lace trim, as delicate and graceful as lily petals; her layered chiffon dress, embellished with roses woven from soft satin and inlaid with gemstones, reflected her anticipation of love and her longing for happiness.

"Madam, you are truly beautiful!" A makeup artist, a young man with dyed brown hair, was adding decorations to my hair. He wore only a round-necked cashmere sweater, revealing his bare chest. He exclaimed in admiration, "You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen! Your husband will be utterly captivated by you!" This makeup artist wasn't one of Shoujiang's subordinates; he had specially hired him for my wedding. Last night, I had spent the entire night with a group of men, going at it wildly until the wee hours, barely getting two hours of sleep. This morning, I was woken up by the men. They told me today was my wedding day, the day Shoujiang had promised me a grand wedding. They took me to the bathroom and cleaned me thoroughly, inside and out. The men stopped penetrating me with their penises. Instead, they vigorously brushed my skin, using their hands to scrub my vagina and anus, scooping out the foul-smelling semen and stinky socks deep inside, leaving me spotless once more. The men became polite, dressing me in underwear and pushing me into the dressing room. "Congratulations on your marriage," they said with smiles.

My face flushed as the makeup artist draped me in a white wedding dress, styled my long hair, and applied heavy makeup. Watching my youthful innocence gradually disappear from my face, transforming me into a seductive and alluring woman, so unfamiliar, as if I were no longer myself. Today was my wedding day, the day I had dreamed of since childhood, but my groom… Thinking about this, tears welled up and streamed down my face.

The makeup artist didn't complain, because it's perfectly normal for brides to cry during makeup. They think of their parents, their future lives, their past lovers, and the fears they have about the future.

Some of their tears were tears of happiness, some of bitterness, and some of sorrow. Every bride faces the test of tears at this moment. The makeup artist whispered words of comfort as she wiped away my tears with tissues and touched up my makeup.

But my tears weren't for the usual bride's reason. Today was also the day I officially entered the world of prostitution. After today, after my grand wedding, my identity would no longer be that of an ordinary girl. The word "prostitute" would no longer be an insult, but my profession. From this day forward, I will be a prostitute, ridden by a thousand men; from this day forward, I will be a prostitute, my jade arm a thousand men's pillow, my crimson lips tasted by ten thousand men; from this day forward, I will be a prostitute, welcoming and seeing off men, lying on the bed with my legs spread, pleasing them. Thinking of this, a self-destructive thought rose in my heart. I was truly beyond saving… I looked at myself in the mirror, my face flushed, my eyes, now watery after wiping away tears, gleamed with unfulfilled desire. I felt a torrent of lustful fluid gushing from my vagina, soaking my underwear and white stockings, leaving a puddle on the stool.

[The End]

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