Pandora's Box

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Part One: The Prologue to the Dream

She was awakened by a strange commotion and found a man kneeling on her chest. He was
planting kisses on her collarbone and chest, and as his kisses deepened, the buttons of her nightgown were undone one by one.
When all the buttons on her upper nightgown were undone, revealing her rounded breasts, the man lifted his head…

The light from outside streamed through the French windows of her room, allowing her to clearly see
all , even the figure of the man before her. She could clearly see that he had a strong, muscular
chest, showing signs of long-term training, with a honey-colored hue. His arms didn't have bulging
muscles, but still possessed the firm lines characteristic of men. His hands were very broad, with well-defined bones, and
warmly caressed her bare upper body. His Adam's apple rose and fell.

She tried desperately to see the man's face, but found it shrouded in
a …

She could feel his gaze fixed on her, unwavering. Though she couldn't see his features,
she could sense his expression and emotions. He
was looking at her with a passionate yet tender gaze, so gentle and sorrowful. Why? This realization stirred a feeling of almost heartache within her for
him .

Reaching out to touch his face, she discovered her hands were paralyzed. Struggling, she found she couldn't move her body either
.

"Oh God!" Panic gripped her. She opened her mouth to scream, but found her voice inexplicably gone,
only able to utter single syllables.

The man seemed to understand her helplessness and fear, his large hand tenderly stroking her face. That strange familiarity
suddenly brought her peace. Who was it? Someone who had touched her like this before—she couldn't remember a single person.

She closed her eyes, and the man's kiss landed. His tongue traced her lips, and as she parted them slightly,
it deftly pried open her teeth, slipping into her mouth and playing with her tongue. A faint smell of smoke wafted over.

"It's not Siyang!" Siyang also smoked, but she could tell it wasn't his usual scent.

In a split second, her tongue was tightly sucked by him. She tried to pull away, but his tongue
pursued her even more passionately, swirling and churning inside her mouth. When his tongue withdrew, she instinctively
followed, only to be captured and kissed by him.

When the kiss ended, she was panting, a few drops of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, which he quickly
licked away. From the moment the kiss ended, his large hands gently caressed her full breasts.

At this moment, his fingers were wickedly teasing her nipples, the slightly excessive force causing the sensitive nipples to swell and
turn red with pain . The man's lips traced hot, wet streaks from her ears and neck, finally landing on her breasts.
He circled her areolas with his tongue, then cupped one breast in his large hand and took it into his burning mouth.
When he released it, her breast was glistening with moisture. The man smoothed the moisture, his fingers gently kneading it, while his lips and
tongue invaded the other full breast, which was not to be left unattended, kissing its nipples until they were even redder and more erect.

When the man's lips and hands left, her nipples were swollen to their limit, and
a thin layer of sweat and a cherry blossom color appeared on the triangle area of her chest.

The man admired his masterpiece, lovingly stroking her reddened lips, stroking the passionate
color , and then stopping at the tip of her breast, maliciously flicking the swollen little thing.

"Mmm..." This gesture made her tremble sensitively, and a moan escaped her lips.

The man noticed her reaction and remained motionless for a while, even raising his lower body slightly to hold her down,
until she made no further movements, before continuing with peace of mind.

Perhaps out of concern, his caresses were very gentle for a while, almost imperceptible, and only when he realized she wouldn't
make any more big movements did he feel comfortable increasing the intensity of his touch.

As the intensity increased, the man's kisses grew deeper and deeper, his warm, large hands stroking her waistline
, while his tongue lingered near her navel. When he probed his tongue into her small navel, he withdrew one of
his hands from her waistline and slipped it between her slightly parted legs, tracing her calves, thighs, and finally her
inner thighs, teasing them back and forth. Even through the fabric, she could feel his heat warming her skin,
a perfect match for his tongue probing her navel.

"Just a little more!" A faint voice cried out from deep within her body. It was her, a woman,
nakedly craving more touch. Like a habit, she knew the man would give her more and more, until
she experienced boundless joy.

"So hot!" Her body felt like it was on fire. A desire rose within her from the man's touch. A fiery
torrent gathered and churned in her lower abdomen, then slowly flowed out of her body. Upon contact with the air, the heat formed
a small, sticky, damp patch on her panties, causing her intense discomfort.

The man's hand, which had been teasing her sensitive areas through her pajama bottoms, paused slightly at her soft moans.

"Ah... did he hear me?" Even in her sleep, she was used to suppressing her feminine needs.
So even in the depths of her burning desire, she still felt ashamed to be discovered by the man.

What humiliated her even more was that the man seemed to sense something, stepping back slightly, his hands slowly pulling down her
pajama bottoms, stroking the dark glimpse through her pure white silk panties, his middle finger lovingly teasing the wetness.
His actions filled her with shame, yet her body betrayed her desire.

After a while, the man seemed to have made up his mind, removing the last barrier covering her secrets. She
tried to close her legs, but her thighs wouldn't obey her, leaving her to endure the man's humiliating
actions .

"No!" In that moment before succumbing to desire, her boyfriend—Siyang's—face flashed into her mind.

"Resist!" She tried to force her body to obey her will, but found herself suppressed by a deeper
feeling . Powerless to resist, she shed helpless tears.

The man, who had been pulling down her panties and about to pry her legs apart, seemed to sense her resistance.
He looked up and saw tears on her cheeks, then moved forward and licked them away.

"Don't cry!" The man's voice was low and husky, yet it felt strangely familiar…

"Who is it?"

Before she could think, the man's relentless kisses reignited her desire, interrupting her thoughts.

His fiery lips repeatedly sucked and kissed her nipples, sometimes even biting them with his teeth. His left hand gently kneaded her
breasts, while his other hand explored her lower body, brushing across her dark pubic hair, parting the petals, and finding her
clitoris. With a little love fluid, he massaged it with his thumb, while his middle finger
probed the entrance through the labia minora, not penetrating deeply.

His actions made her sweat profusely. She knew the man intended to do more than that, but she could only
wait motionless.

Sure enough, the man spread her legs wider, forcing her
to expose her vulva, moistened by love fluid, like a frog. Just like every night before, she could only wait, filled with shame and anger, for
the man's passionate actions.

The man's index finger and thumb pinched her clitoris, and she could only helplessly let him play with it. His burning
gaze was fixed on her ravaged genitals, the petals blooming crimson with desire, and her love juices, sensing her passion,
flowed endlessly as if on their own, sliding down the curves of her body. Before it reached the sheets,
the man lowered his head and sucked it into his throat.

His tongue moved upwards along the curve, prying open her lips with two fingers, his tongue quickly probing inside
, scooping up all the love juices.

The man's actions filled her with shame, but her inexhaustible love juices made her even more ashamed. Yet, undeniably,
the man's gentle yet passionate actions did give her a strange pleasure.

When the man's tongue left her lower body, she felt a pang of disappointment and almost made a request. The man
then pulled her buttocks onto his kneeling legs, her legs dangling limply to his sides. This position
allowed her to sensitively feel his hot erection, gently rubbing against her wet, warm genitals through his trousers.

This position made her uneasy, as if the man might release his enormous member at any moment, letting it rush into her
body.

The man did indeed unzip his pants, taking out his long-swelling penis, but he didn't recklessly penetrate her
. He merely gently bumped against her genitals, circling the entrance without plunging in.

"Mmm... mmm..." The man's sweat slid down her lower abdomen with each gentle
bump began to sweat from her forehead. Both of them let out soft breaths.

After a while, the man seemed to want to help her achieve satisfaction first. He pulled her body slightly away from him, and
began rubbing her clitoris with two fingers together. The initial gentle rubbing turned into rapid friction. Her moans
seemed to grow louder and louder. The man's movements were so fast that they were almost driving her crazy. Her ears began to feel numb,
her cheeks were frighteningly hot, her body trembled in waves, and her mind went blank. With

a violent shudder, the man's hand quickly left her swollen clitoris and inserted into her increasingly contracting and expanding vagina
, feeling the suction of the woman's body. He let the hot, wet fluid wash over his fingertips and stain
his palm, which was still outside her vagina.

When she regained some consciousness, she found that the man's fingers were still inside her vagina, slowly
moving in out, while his other hand seemed to be stroking his own penis, and
low, masculine breaths escaped from his throat.

When the man inserted a second finger into her vagina, he began to increase the speed of his fingers, rubbing rapidly with both his hand that was stroking
himself and his hand that was thrusting in and out of her.

Perhaps due to the previous climax, her sensitive inner walls couldn't withstand such rapid stimulation. She had already orgasmed a second time
before . Realizing this, the man, overwhelmed with excitement, relaxed. He abruptly
stood up, spraying his scalding semen all over her chest and abdomen, then rolled over and lay panting beside her.

After a while, he propped his head up with his hand, focusing his gaze on her. His free hand lovingly stroked her sweaty
cheek, brushing away the strands of hair that clung to her skin, then smeared the semen scattered on her body. The distinctive scent began
to mingle with her own, filling the air with the aroma of lovemaking, even though they
hadn't actually intercourse.

The man's lips gently pressed against hers, his tongue slowly tracing the shape of her lips, teasing himself with a tingling sensation.

"I love you!" the man whispered in her ear, gentle and slow, but his deep voice made her
feel a hint of despair in his words of love, and even his gaze seemed to carry a strange
sadness.

Who was he?

The more she tried to see his face clearly, the more exhausted she felt. His words were like a beautiful spell, drawing
her into deeper and deeper darkness, while the man's figure became increasingly blurry.

She finally stopped resisting, letting the darkness engulf her, but the words "I love you!"
still echoed in her ears in a low, hoarse voice. ...

Part Two:

"Chirp chirp..." She awoke with a start to the sound of birdsong, opening her eyes to find sunlight streaming into her room through the French windows
. She sat up abruptly, momentarily lost in a strange confusion. Her clothes were intact; she was still
wearing that pink plaid two-piece nightgown.

She threw back the thin blanket, slipped on her Winnie the Pooh slippers, and went to check the door. She found it still locked. She
checked the French windows, finding the lock still tight and the windows crack-free.

"Knock knock."

"Shanshan? Time to get up!" A pleasant baritone voice rang out.

Startled, she quickly replied,

"Okay… I'm awake…"

"Really? Don't stay in bed again, or I won't care if you're late!"

"Okay!" Shanshan finally snapped out of her daze, glanced at the alarm clock—set at 7:40, ten
minutes after her brother woke her. She couldn't help it; she always loved to sleep in. But she was awake even before the alarm?

Shanshan shook her head, pushed open the bathroom door in her room, and as she pulled down her pants to use the toilet, she noticed
a sticky liquid on her underwear.

"I knew it…" she thought with a hint of annoyance.

Her subsequent washing was almost nonchalant.

It was a dream! A blush-inducing erotic dream. She didn't know when it started, but she began dreaming of that
man, and in the dream, he would do whatever he wanted to her. She did enjoy it in the dream, but upon waking...
She felt incredibly ashamed, wondering how she could be so indulgent. Even though it was just a dream, she still vaguely
felt she had betrayed Siyang. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but cover her face, looking at her wet yet
flushed , and sighed.

"I clearly have a boyfriend, so why do I keep having these kinds of erotic dreams... Is it because I'm sexually
frustrated ?"

Siyang had once said she was like a pure angel... If he knew she was actually like this, he would be
utterly disappointed.

Not wanting to deepen her guilt, Shanshan clipped up her glossy black hair and
took off her clothes; then she turned on the tap. While waiting for the hot and cold water to change, she stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining her
body.

"Hmm... nothing..." There wasn't a single hickey on her body. Sniffing carefully, she could still
smell the lotion she had applied before bed.

Nothing... not a single piece of evidence. That meant she really was dreaming…

She stood blankly beneath the water jet, letting the water wash over her body. She soaked a sponge in shower gel and
carefully scrubbed her delicate body, wiping away the lingering sensations of the man in her dream, and lessening her
guilt .

“So comfortable!” Pushing open the bathroom door, the mist cleared, and Shan Shan
emerged .

Casually tossing the towel onto the chair at the dressing table, she walked naked to the wardrobe, pulled out a drawer, changed into an orange
floral lace bra, then put on a black pullover sweater and low-rise jeans hanging on the rack. In the mirror, she had
shed her earlier bewilderment and become a confident and radiant beauty. She

casually applied a two-way powder compact, a touch of lip gloss, and then tied her waist-length black satin hair into a ponytail.

In the mirror, her eyes sparkled, her delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and her full, glossy lips parted to reveal bright white
teeth. She made a face at her reflection, then burst out laughing because her expression was so ridiculous.
Her face in the mirror radiated a captivating glow because of her radiant smile.

This was her… Ouyang Shanshan.

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Pushing open the door, Shanshan entered the dining room and found her older brother, Ouyang Li, sitting at the table reading the newspaper
. On the table sat a cup of black coffee, steaming and fragrant.

“Ugh… you drank coffee on an empty stomach again. As a doctor, you should know that drinking black coffee on an empty stomach is very
bad !” Shanshan flung the newspaper aside, put one hand on her hip, pouted, and scolded her older brother.

"Ugh... I can't help it! You know I can't truly wake up without coffee." Ouyang Li, wearing
glasses , wore an innocent expression on his handsome, refined face.

"You!! You don't care about your health at all... You'll drive me crazy sooner or later." She complained as she walked towards
the kitchen.

She took out a loaf of toast, put it in the bread machine, and then mixed lettuce, tomatoes, lettuce, corn, and other ingredients with
a citrus sauce. She quickly heated oil in a pan, fried eggs and ham, then placed lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese
on the crispy yellow toast spread with special salad dressing, cut it, and inserted bamboo skewers. Shan Shan
placed on the table, packed her own portion into a lunchbox, turned around, took out soy milk and a cup from the refrigerator,
and poured a full glass in front of Ouyang Li.

Ouyang Li finally shifted his attention from the newspaper, looked at the slightly yellow liquid in front of him,
swallowed , and then focused his gaze on the younger sister standing beside him.

"You...you're not going to make me drink this, are you?!" Ouyang Li's tone was full of disgust,
but Shan Shan laughed.

"Hehe...serves you right! Who told you not to listen to me? This is punishment...you have to drink it all." Shan Shan
laughed like a little devil, pushing the soy milk in front of Ouyang Li.

Ouyang Li swallowed hard, picked up the cup, and gulped it down.

He couldn't help it; he just hated the taste. But if he didn't drink it, Shan Shan would put on a mournful face and start
talking about what her deceased mother would do if she knew. She would even shed tears when she got emotional.
She was 23 years old, and still so prone to crying...

Seeing her older brother Ouyang Li shaking his head and laughing, Shan Shan looked at him suspiciously.

"Big brother, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." Ouyang Li quickly came to his senses, his smile fading, and replied calmly.

"Alright! I should go too... um... I might not be going home tonight!" Shan Shan's hesitant words
aroused suspicion.

"What's up tonight?" Ouyang Li immediately knew something was wrong. His face quickly darkened,
and through his glasses, his sharp, scrutinizing eyes shot towards Shan Shan, whose gaze was starting to dart around.

Ah! He's getting angry. You could tell from his somber tone that his older brother was starting to get annoyed.

"Um... just today... my colleagues are going out for a meal to celebrate the deadline!" Shan Shan answered cautiously
, her tone incredibly guilty, and she didn't dare to look directly at her older brother.

"Welcome new employees, deadlines, why does a junior editor have so many fuss?" Ouyang Li's tone unconsciously
turned , his refined and handsome face full of sternness.

"I..." Shan Shan was speechless. In fact, her publishing house did organize these activities, but everyone else
went home after eating and drinking, while she planned to stay overnight at Si Yang's place.

Perhaps sensing his younger sister's guilt and fear, Ouyang Li sighed, wiped his face, and softened his
tone , saying, "Shanshan... you're not a child anymore, you need to know how to protect yourself." He looked at his
little sister with a hint of helplessness. Did she understand his good intentions?

After all, they were siblings who had been together for a long time; how could Shanshan not understand Ouyang's feelings? Looking at her older brother's face, her
eyes welled up with tears.

She rarely talked about her relationship with Siyang, but she hadn't expected it to worry her older brother. Perhaps she really should
tell him. She sniffed, took a breath, looked at her older brother, and then said, "Siyang and I are very
serious. He said he'll marry me once his career is stable!" Shanshan's voice, tinged with tears, was firm,
and her eyes were full of seriousness.

Is that so? Ouyang Li didn't ask the question. Such words would be too hurtful; Shanshan was, after all, his sister!

He stood up, walked to Shanshan's side, looked at the stubbornness in his younger sister's big eyes, suddenly reached out and gently patted
her head, sighed and said, "Take care of yourself, don't worry me." Then he gave his sister a calm look.
With a forgiving smile,

and a tone of understanding and concern, Shan Shan felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

"Waaah~ Big brother~" Shan Shan's lips twitched slightly, looking like she was about to cry.

"Don't cry! If you cry, you're coming home tonight!" Before the flood could break, Ouyang
struck first.

"Okay!" She said, sniffling her small nose, looking quite adorable, which made Ouyang Li
ruffle her hair again.

"Then... should you ask Sister Shiqin to come back today?" Shan Shan's big eyes no longer showed any
signs of tears, but instead shone with a mischievous light.

"Don't meddle!" Ouyang Li scolded sternly.

Shiqin was his girlfriend since college, three years his junior. Shiqin was not like her
name suggested; she was a very shrewd and capable modern woman. Of course, her appearance was also quite stunning,
with an outgoing wildness, like a thorny, gorgeous rose, completely different from her younger sister's delicate and pretty hibiscus beauty.

"Alright! But I'm saying, big brother should marry Sister Shiqin by now! You two have been dating for so long..."
Shanshan's tone became weak under Ouyang Li's strong glare.

"Okay! I won't say anything more, okay!" Shanshan glared at her older brother, pouting and huffing.

Ouyang Li couldn't help but sigh at his younger sister's behavior. She really is a child who never grows up!

Actually, thinking about it, based on his understanding of his girlfriend, Shiqin was the kind of woman who valued her career a lot. Marriage
seemed like a kind of strangulation for her, and it wasn't something she considered. They hadn't talked about such things either, which
made him feel relieved. He liked Shiqin, but he had reasons why he couldn't marry her...

"Alright! I'm leaving!" Shanshan pulled her bag, opened the sliding door, and pointed to the antique clock on the wall at her brother
. The clock on the wall pointed to 8:30; if it didn't clock out soon, her perfect attendance record would be ruined.

She slipped on black pointed-toe stilettos, carrying a black and white checkered dumpling bag in one hand and a lunchbox in the other. She opened
the door, turning back to say goodbye to her older brother who was watching her from the entrance.

"Take care on your way!" If it weren't for the fact that his clinic hours were only an hour apart from Shan Shan's work hours,
making it difficult , he would have driven her to work.

"Oh, right..." Remembering something, Shan Shan, standing at the elevator door, turned to face Ouyang.

"Next Sunday is Mom's death anniversary, don't plan any activities!" After giving her this reminder, the elevator doors opened.
She stepped inside, smiling and waving goodbye to her brother, only to find him standing there, staring blankly at the door. She
couldn't help but roll her eyes; the elevator doors had already closed.

Shan Shan was gone. But for a long while, Ouyang Li could only stand there, frozen in place.

"Really? That woman's death anniversary has come again... It's been ten years, hasn't it?"

He closed the door, walked into the living room, and slumped heavily into the leather sofa.

In a daze, he saw a beautiful, mature woman on
top of a handsome young man.

The woman's dress was pulled down to her waist, her undergarments scattered around her. She absentmindedly kneaded her
ample breasts, straddling the boy who was still wearing his high school uniform.

The boy's clothes were relatively intact, only the hem of his shirt was pulled up, and his trousers were only
unbuckled , indicating their eagerness for intercourse.

"Ahhh..." the woman cried out passionately, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, a joyful
smile playing on her lips. Her fair hands slipped inside the boy's clothes, caressing his immature nipples.

"Mmm..." the boy murmured, his hands gripping the woman's waist, assisting her in moving him up and down. A low, hoarse cry escaped
his lips, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his once handsome face was contorted with lust.

When both of their desires were satisfied, he ejaculated inside her. The woman shouted, "I love you!"
and then captured his uttered cry with her own lips.

The woman moved away from the boy's limp penis, slowly lowering herself to his crotch. She opened her full, red
lips and licked his semen-stained penis clean. The boy immediately gasped from the stimulation
, his limp penis quickly regaining its erection. The woman released it, then cupped it in her hand,
her tongue swirling around the tip. Hearing the boy gasp, she stopped, looking up at him. Her long, slightly
upturned phoenix eyes still held the lingering desire of spring. She slowly gave the boy an extremely alluring smile,
saying each word carefully, "Do you like it, Yanchen..."

That captivating smile combined with the gentle face he remembered, and the boy suddenly gasped.

His expression shifted rapidly from the dazed state of being lost in passion to terror. He abruptly pushed the woman away, clutching
his head, and screamed in agony and loss of control, "No... Mom..."

Ouyang Li was jolted back to his senses by the scream, only then realizing that the roar had come from his own mouth.

At that moment, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and a lingering, unrelieved throbbing sensation still throbbed between his legs.

Damn it... I really deserve to die!! Ouyang cursed inwardly.

Why did he have to think of that woman's shameful behavior again? The woman who seduced him into committing incestuous acts, the woman who saw him as
a substitute for ; Shanshan's biological mother; his nominal mother... A beautiful yet hateful woman.

He closed his eyes, his hands clenched into fists... but he couldn't dispel the pervasive guilt and remorse in the air.

Unwilling to think any further, he stood up, picked up his briefcase, and strode out the door…

The unfinished meal lay quietly on the table, the clock on the wall ticked rhythmically,
the green potted plants on the windowsill stretched out their tender leaves, and a few sparrows occasionally flew past the window, accompanied by their clear chirping.

The room was very quiet, a somber atmosphere permeating the air…

Pandora's box, once opened, what will be the first thing to leap out?

Part Three:

At midday in Taipei, the streets were crowded with vehicles of all colors, the sounds of engines and horns urging them onward filling the air.
Though not as bustling as in the morning, the pace remained hurried.

The warm sunlight shone brightly on the glass of the buildings, reflecting a dazzling luster.

This was the city of glass, beautiful yet fragile…

Shanshan and her colleague left the publishing house building, turned a few corners, and
waited a bowl of 35-yuan wonton noodles. The vendor was an elderly veteran. She loved watching his rough, old hands, coated in
flour, wrap minced meat in each dough sheet, then deftly pinch the plump wonton into the boiling broth.
In the boiling water, amidst the billowing steam, she often seemed lost in thought, her colleagues beside her...

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