An extraordinary life

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(Part 1)

"I'm home!" With a soft rustling sound, the door opened. A young man carrying a
black briefcase walked in. This young man was Tatsuya Yamashita, eighteen years old. He was currently
studying at the University of Tokyo.

"You're back!" A middle-aged woman came down the stairs. This was Tatsuya's aunt, Junko.
Although Junko was over forty, time hadn't diminished her youthful appearance. She worked as a saleswoman in a small shop in the 4th district. Besides her job, she was responsible for preparing meals for the family every day.

"Aunt! How is my mother today?" Tatsuya asked, handing over his briefcase as he took off his shoes.

"She's doing well today. Okay, let's go upstairs for dinner. Your uncle is waiting for you!" Junko
said casually, carrying Tatsuya's briefcase upstairs. As she passed a closed
door at the stairwell, a flash of hatred crossed her eyes.

Upstairs in the living room, forty-five-year-old Tetsuo was already seated at the dining table. A few
simple .

"Tatsuya, how was your day?" Tetsuo forced a smile, feigning concern.

"I had a good day, thank you for your concern, Uncle!" Tatsuya sat properly opposite Tetsuo.
His uncle had a square face and a scar on his left cheek, a mark from his youth.
Tetsuo never cared about his appearance; he believed men shouldn't be overly concerned with their looks.

After dinner, Tatsuya left the living room and returned to his room, leaving the couple at the table.

"Junko. Did Tatsuya ask about his mother today?" Tetsuo's smile vanished, his voice
turning cold.

"Yes. I answered him the same as always," Junko quickly lowered her head and answered softly. Junko
harbored a deep-seated hatred for her younger sister, Tatsuya's mother. (As for why, that's a
complex issue that can't be explained in a few words, so we'll leave it for now for the sake of the story.)

The couple sat silently in the living room, each lost in their own thoughts, as time slowly passed. Zhefu stood
up first, adjusting his slightly faded kimono to make it look a little neater, then turned and walked towards
the bedroom . Junko quickly stood up and followed Zhefu into the bedroom.

Zhefu lay on the bed watching his wife slip into the covers. He abruptly
pulled Junko's, roughly ripping off her nightgown before she could react, revealing the middle-aged woman's
pale, slightly plump body. "Junko, come and serve me!" Zhefu threw down the nightgown
and lay flat.

Junko silently got up in the dim light. She slowly unbuttoned Zhefu's nightgown, pulled off his
shorts , revealing his small penis. She gently touched it, glancing at her husband at the same time
. Zhefu was holding his head in his hands, eyes closed, waiting. Junko sighed inwardly. She lowered her head,
opened her mouth, and took the short, thin penis into her mouth, licking and sucking the soft glans with her tongue.

Zhefu felt his penis enter a warm space, the soft tongue teasing
every , a tingling sensation washing over him, and he groaned comfortably. His hands grasped Junko
's small breasts, kneading them vigorously, his thumbs rubbing her slightly darkened nipples.

Junko, while vigorously licking and sucking her husband's penis, felt the pain in her breasts, and her
legs began to slowly moisten. Zhefu always treated her so roughly. At first, Junko was very
uncomfortable, but over time, she grew accustomed to her husband's roughness, even developing a certain fondness for it
. She let out soft moans.

Zhefu and Junko were originally a very loving couple, but after so many years of marriage, Junko had been unable to bear
a child . This reality deeply dissatisfied Zhefu, but he was helpless, for the problem lay with him.
The tenderness and affection of their wedding day had vanished without a trace, leaving only naked lust.

It was for this reason that Zhefu
was overjoyed . Ignoring his wife's objections, he agreed to let the poor mother and son stay in his home. Deep down, he
considered eight-year-old Tatsuya his own son, investing a great deal of energy in him, hoping that
one day Tatsuya would call him "Father.

" Zhefu felt he was about to reach his limit; his penis,
already hardened in Junko's mouth, became exceptionally erect. He released her breasts, which he had squeezed until they were red, pulled Junko to his side, and then got up. He was
stimulated by Junko's flushed face and the saliva remaining on her lips. "Junko, spread your legs!"
Zhefu impatiently slapped the inside of Junko's thighs.

Junko obediently parted her legs, displaying her already wet vulva to her husband. Zhefu reached out
and touched Junko's genitals, a lewd grin spreading across his face. "I didn't expect you to be this wet!"

"Zhefu, come on! I can't hold back anymore!" Junko's face also showed a wanton expression.

Zhefu didn't speak, he reached out and grabbed Junko's legs, lifting them high, while simultaneously bringing his penis close to Junko's raised
buttocks. Zhefu's penis was guided by Junko into the somewhat loose passage, and when his penis was fully inserted
deep into the vagina, Junko let out a satisfied moan. Zhefu thrust his hips, making his
penis quickly go in and out of Junko's lower body, each time his penis was pulled out, it brought out some vaginal fluid,
which ran down Junko's buttocks, wetting her slightly darkened anus.

"So comfortable, it would be even better if it were tighter down there!" Zhefu said as
he moved. His movements suddenly quickened, and when he felt he had reached his peak, he
pulled his penis out sharply. After placing Junko's legs on his shoulders, Zhefu positioned the tip of his penis against
her anus. With a sudden thrust, the large glans, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, pierced through her rectum.

"Ah~" Both of them cried out simultaneously, but Junko's cry was one of pain. She
felt her anus being torn, the pain completely overshadowing the pleasure that had just begun to rise within her. She desperately
tried to lower her legs, to escape the pain. Zhefu, on the other hand, let out a cry of pleasure, feeling his flesh...
The penis was completely enveloped by her tight opening, and Junko's anus contracted violently, squeezing the sensitive
glans from all sides.

Zhefu sensed Junko's attempt to escape; he let out a roar, slamming his body down,
pressing Junko's legs against his chest, while his hands gripped her buttocks, preventing her from
escaping . Using the force of the downward thrust, Zhefu's penis was fully inserted into Junko's anus. He paused, then, ignoring
Junko's desperate pleas, thrust his hips forcefully. Although the depths of Junko's anus were somewhat dry,
the excessive vaginal fluid on his penis still gave Zhefu pleasure.

Painful tears slowly slid down Junko's cheeks; she felt as if her body was being split in two,
a burning, stinging pain emanating from deep within her anus. She had given up pleading, for it would only further fuel
Zhefu 's ferocity. Although Zhefu had previously requested anal sex, Junko had always refused. But today,
her anus had not escaped the ravages of her husband's penis. Junko's body swayed with Zhefu's thrusts,
her mind blank.

"Ah~" Zhefu was completely satisfied in Junko's anus. He panted, his penis
throbbing , streams of semen pouring into Junko's anus. After the pleasure completely subsided, Zhefu withdrew his now
limp penis, completely ignoring his wife's feelings, and lay down to fall asleep.

Junko lay there motionless, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, tears still streaming down her face,
her lower body still throbbing with pain, as if something was still inserted in her anus. She didn't know how much time had passed
when Junko struggled to sit up. She slowly crawled to the bathroom, washing herself while tears streamed down her face. Days passed, and Zhefu had now completely abandoned his wife's vagina, satisfying his desires in

Junko's anus every time . 　　"I'm home!" Tatsuya returned home from school as usual, opening the door and entering the house. No one answered him, which puzzled Zhefu. He took off his shoes and was about to go upstairs when he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the door that had been closed . Tatsuo slowly walked over, and just as he reached for the door, it opened, and Tetsuo slowly walked out of the room. 　　"Tatsuya's back!" Tetsuo's voice was a little strange; he suddenly noticed Tatsuya's eyes were fixed on his hands. Tetsuo quickly hid what he was holding, avoiding Tatsuya's questioning gaze. "Tatsuya, how ?" 　　"Oh. I had a good day." Tatsuya looked away and lowered his head to answer his uncle's question. 　　"Really? That's good! Alright, go upstairs." Tetsuo said, locking the door behind him, then swaying as he turned and went upstairs. 　　"By the way, Uncle. How's my mother? Is she alright?" Tatsuya asked about his mother . 　　Zhefu visibly swayed, then turned to look at Tatsuya. "Don't worry! Your mother is doing well these past few days. Don't fret, we'll take care of her. You should focus on your studies. Tatsuya, don't disappoint your uncle, and don't disappoint your mother." 　　"I understand, Uncle. I'll work hard!" Tatsuya said, turning and walking towards his room. After he left, Zhefu glanced at the items in his hand, then disappeared down the stairs. 　　After dinner, Tatsuya returned to his room to study as usual. But today, for some reason, Tatsuya felt uneasy. What was wrong? He sighed and put down his textbook. He stood up and left his room, standing before the tightly closed door. 　　He knew that his mother had completely broken down mentally after his father's accidental death and no longer recognized him. His uncle had taken him to see his mother several times, but her blank expression caused Tatsuya immense pain. After being admitted to university, he made a vow to himself: to earn a lot of money and then take his mother to the best hospital in the country for treatment. Tatsuya stood at the door for a long time, tears welling in his eyes. In his heart, he cried out, "Mother, please be patient a little longer. Your son will definitely cure your illness." 　　Late at night, Tatsuya woke up from his sleep. After using the bathroom on the second floor, he was about to go downstairs when he suddenly heard his aunt softly sobbing from one of the rooms. Tatsuya was startled. Why was his aunt crying so late? He quietly approached his aunt's bedroom and pressed his ear against the door to listen to what was happening inside. 　　He could now clearly hear not only his aunt's sobs and barely audible moans, but also his uncle's heavy breathing. "Ah~" Tatsuya suddenly understood what was happening inside. His face turned away carefully, leaving the room. 　　After Tatsuya lay back in bed, he suddenly couldn't fall asleep. Eighteen-year-old youths have already . Tatsuya is a good student; he spends his days either in class or researching in the library, completely unaware that his handsome appearance has captivated many young girls. Tatsuya suffers from insomnia. On one hand, he is ashamed of his recklessness, and on the other hand, he is restless and anxious . He feels he can clearly hear all the sounds upstairs. His aunt's soft moans keep swirling in Tatsuya's mind, and that night, Tatsuya is sleepless. 　　"I'm going to school!" Tatsuya puts on his shoes and leaves home. 　　"Be careful on the road!" His aunt smiles as usual as she sees him off. Junko turns around and sees her husband coming downstairs in his pajamas. "Aren't you going to work today?" Junko asks Tetsuo somewhat strangely. 　　"I'm not feeling well today, so I decided to take the day off," Tetsuo says casually as he turns and goes upstairs. 　　"Okay, then you should rest well! I should go to work too!" Junko says as she puts on her shoes, then slings her purse over her shoulder and leaves the house. 　　Half an hour later, Zhefu slowly walked downstairs. He first went to the door, opened it, looked around, and then went back inside. He hurried upstairs, then quickly came down and stood in the tightly closed doorway. After considering for a moment , Zhefu reached out and pulled the latch on the door, then went inside. 　　The room was small, with light streaming in through the only skylight. The room was somewhat dimly lit, but by the light, he could see two clothes racks with beautiful kimonos hanging in one corner, next to some toiletries. A shapely figure lay quietly on the white tatami mat. Zhefu swallowed hard.

Mo slowly walked towards the figure.

(Middle)

"Mihui, I've come to see you. How are you?" Zhefu approached the lying body,
speaking to the woman before him in a gentle tone, though his eyes radiated a burning
lust.

Yamada Mihui was thirty-seven years old this year. Although she was middle-aged, like her sister, she maintained a
youthful aura, looking at least twenty years younger. Hearing her brother-in-law's words, Mihui's body
trembled involuntarily. She slowly turned her head, trying to calmly look at the filthy man before her, and softly
said, "I'm fine, thank you, brother-in-law."

Zhefu's eyes lit up; every time he saw Mihui's face, he felt an impulse. A rosy
face , arched willow-leaf eyebrows, large, watery eyes, a delicate nose, and a rosy little mouth—good heavens
! Zhefu exclaimed inwardly, "God is truly kind to me, sending such a beautiful young woman to
me . I will absolutely not let any opportunity slip by." Zhefu slowly squatted down, reaching out to gently lift Meihui
's face, gazing at her lustfully, a thin trickle of saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

"Please don't do this!" Meihui straightened up, turning her face away from his grasp.

"Bastard!" Zhefu abruptly stood up, his face contorted with anger, a hint of self-loathing after being rejected surreptitiously in his gaze.

"If I hadn't taken you and your son in, you would probably have starved to death on the streets long ago. I've been so kind,
not only taking you in but also providing you with food and clothing, and even treating Tatsuya like my own son, sending him to school.
Is this how you treat me, your benefactor? I can kick you and your son
out . Then let's see who takes you in. Your son will also lose his bright future because of you.
Think about it!"

Tetsuo's words struck Miho's weakness precisely. She didn't care about her own suffering, but she couldn't bear to ruin
her son 's future. At this thought, a look of panic appeared on Miho's face.

Seeing the expression on Miho's face, Tetsuo knew he had succeeded once again. He grinned lewdly, bent down, and ripped
open Miho's kimono, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts.

Miho flinched and froze, silently enduring Tetsuo's fondling of her once-proud
breasts.

"You know, I'm the only one in this world who cares about you. So only I can comfort you."
Zhefu said, sitting cross-legged on the floor, laying Meihui's frail body flat on his lap so he could
easily enjoy himself. He tried his best to control his desires, slowly caressing Meihui's breasts, watching his sister-in-law's
snow-white breasts change shape in his hands, Zhefu felt a sense of conquest. He lowered his head, opened his mouth and took
a pink nipple into his mouth, while using one hand to spread Meihui's tightly closed legs, and then slowly moved
down.

Zhefu's fingers touched Meihui's clitoris, he gently flicked it with one finger, and with the other finger, he flicked the
dark red vaginal opening. He shouted, "Meihui, I touched your clitoris, how is it? Does it feel
good?"

Meihui closed her eyes and kept her mouth tightly shut, not speaking. She was filled with pain, she hated herself for being a
woman, and even more, she hated that she couldn't control her own body. Mei Hui was a conservative woman; her body had only
ever been seen by her husband before, but now it had become a tool for this ugly man's lust. Her
body was being played with, and she shouldn't feel anything, but her body betrayed her; a tingling, itchy
sensation spread from her lower body throughout her entire being. She unconsciously twisted her body slightly, seeking more
pleasure from the bottom of her heart.

Zhefu's fingers were already covered in the fluids flowing from Mei Hui's body. He released the woman in his arms and stood
up . "Mei Hui, that felt good, didn't it? Now it's your turn to serve me!"

This wasn't the first time this had happened; Mei Hui knew what Zhefu wanted. She slowly straightened up,
extending her two beautiful hands to slowly pull down Zhefu's shorts, revealing his dark penis. Mei Hui loathed this kind of thing, and every time, the stench from Zhefu's
penis made her want to vomit. Her hand grasped the
shrunken penis, hesitating.

"What are you waiting for? Do you want me to lose my temper?" Zhefu had had his eyes closed for a long time but
hadn't felt Meihui's movements. He opened his eyes and shouted.

Meihui closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. "I can't ruin my
son ." Tears welled up in Meihui's heart. She opened her mouth and took Zhefu's penis into her mouth, licking the glans with her tongue.

"That's more like it~" Zhefu achieved his goal. He closed his eyes, grabbed Meihui's
shoulders with both hands, and tried to bring her face close to his genitals. "As long as you listen to me, I won't mistreat Tatsuya.
And I'll bring you food often. Don't worry!" Zhefu said this, but he was secretly
overjoyed. This woman was too easy to deal with. As long as he threatened her with her son, there would be no problem with her. Speaking
of which, he still had to thank Tatsuya.

The penis slowly grew larger under Meihui's efforts. Meihui served the man earnestly, her weakness firmly grasped by this
man . One of her hands reached to Zhefu's chest, playing with one of his nipples, while her other
hand grasped his penis and moved it back and forth, her tongue licking every corner of it. The four-inch-long penis pressed
straight against Meihui's mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. Meihui exhaled, gasping for air,
but her hand didn't stop; the saliva-covered penis was incredibly smooth.

Looking at this thing before her, Meihui felt her lower body completely wet, an
itch emanating from her bones making her lose control of her body; she craved to
be penetrated .

Zhefu's body trembled slightly; he felt his body burning, waves of pleasure washing over him.
Zhefu abruptly pulled his penis away from Meihui's hand; he could barely hold on. Zhefu roughly pushed Meihui
onto the floor, then pressed his body against her soft flesh. He spread Meihui's legs and, using his hand to guide his penis,
slowly inserted it deep into Meihui's warm vagina.

"So good~" Meihui finally couldn't help but let out a sweet moan. She felt something hot
squeeze into her body, burning her with a wonderful sensation. She automatically parted her legs and wrapped them around Zhefu's waist,
pressing their lower bodies tightly together. With the rapid thrusting of his penis, Meihui felt like she was melting.
Her vagina contracted slightly, squeezing Zhefu's penis from all angles.

"Ah~" Zhefu was already on the verge of collapse, but to demonstrate his masculine strength, he
thrust his penis into Meihui's beautiful vagina. The sudden pressure of the vaginal walls on his penis,
the unexpected pleasure, caused Zhefu to break down. He roared and ejaculated all his semen into Meihui's
body, then collapsed limply onto her beautiful flesh.

Meihui was enjoying the pleasure coming from her lower body when she suddenly heard Zhefu's roar and felt streams of
liquid shooting into her body. Like a mountaineer who had almost reached the summit and then fell, she
lost the ultimate enjoyment, and the pleasure in her body quickly faded. She glared resentfully at
the man . Couldn't he let her experience an orgasm? Mei Hui had completely forgotten that she was being forced.

A few minutes later, Zhefu climbed off Mei Hui. He looked at her face with frustration,
then at his limp, lifeless penis. Although he desperately wanted to conquer Mei Hui physically,
he had never succeeded. Zhefu pulled his clothes over his shoulder and took out a dildo from his pocket. He sat between
Mei Hui 's legs, rubbing the dildo against her vaginal opening until it was covered in
her vaginal fluids, then slowly inserted it. He turned it on and began to move it like a piston.

Mei Hui felt something thick and hard enter her body and move around. She knew
what it was because Zhefu's penis wasn't that big. But she had lost all interest in sex and just lay
there , letting Zhefu work himself to the bone.

A dozen minutes later, Tetsuo didn't hear the expected moans from Miho. Seeing the
cold completely lost hope. He pulled the dildo out of her vagina, turned it off, stood
up, put on his clothes, and left the room with the dildo. After leaving, he suddenly remembered something and
quickly stuffed the dildo into his pocket. Looking around

, he slowly walked up the stairs. Miho slowly got up, silently took a basin of water, and slowly
wiped her sweat-covered body with a towel. After finishing this, she put on her kimono and lay down on the floor.

**************************

Night fell again. Dinner was finished in the seemingly peaceful house. As
usual , Tatsuya returned to his room to study. Tetsuo and his wife sat in the living room chatting.

"Tetsuo, you rested all day. Are you feeling better?" Junko knelt beside her husband and
asked gently.

"Hmm! Much better~ I can go to work tomorrow!" Zhefu's mind was still filled with the image of Miho's snow-white
body as he answered casually.

"Did you go see my sister today?" Junko asked.

"I went... no, no. I didn't go." Zhefu suddenly realized he had said something he shouldn't have.

"You~ didn't we tell you? You're not allowed to go to her place alone. What did you go there for?" Junko's
face instantly darkened. She stared coldly at her husband's face, waiting for his answer.

"My affairs are none of your business~" At this point, Zhefu didn't want to argue with his wife anymore.

"Could it be that you..." Junko suddenly seemed to understand something, and her heart sank. It seemed that her worst
fears had come true. "That slut. You actually... with that slut...!" Junko pointed a trembling finger
at her husband.

"Get out of here~ I'm the boss in this house." Zhefu slapped Junko's hand away, glaring at his
wife .

"You think I don't know why you let them stay? I knew you were after Miho's
beauty, but I never expected you to go this far!" Junko suddenly stood up and shouted.

"You're crazy! You rotten woman!" Zhefu couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Junko hard across the face
.

With a crisp sound, a clear handprint appeared on Junko's face. She burst into tears
, turned around, and ran into her room, slamming the door shut.

"Sigh... I shouldn't have told her." Zhefu felt a little regretful, but a smile slowly appeared on his face
. In this situation, Junko couldn't do anything to him, so from now on... "Hehehe~"
Zhefu laughed heartily. He walked towards the bedroom with the air of a victor. As long as Junko submitted to him, everything
would be fine. He didn't notice a figure flashing past at the top of the stairs.

Tatsuya returned to his room. He hadn't expected his mother to be insulted by his uncle, and
anger began to burn in Tatsuya's chest. The usually kind expressions of his uncle and aunt now seemed like the most shameless faces to him
. "I'll get my revenge!" Tatsuya screamed inwardly.
When , he began to consider what methods he could use for revenge.

************

The next morning, Tatsuya left home and wandered the secluded streets, skipping school for the first time ever.

"Stop!" A gruff voice rang in Tatsuya's ears. A middle-aged man suddenly appeared in
front of him. He wore dark sunglasses and a sharp suit.

"Get out of my way! Don't bother me!" Tatsuya glanced at the man and said impatiently.

"Heh heh~ Tatsuya! Who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll help you get revenge!" The man wasn't angry; he
simply reached out and took off his glasses, his tone softening.

Tatsuya didn't speak, but his eyes betrayed his inner thoughts.

"Tatsuya, come sit with me! Maybe I can help you." The man put his arm around Tatsuya's shoulder like an old friend
.

Tatsuya nodded; he didn't know where to go either.

The two walked along the street, turning two corners before arriving at the gate of a luxurious villa.
The man rang the doorbell.

With the crisp ring of the bell, a young maid trotted to the front door, opened it, and hurried towards the...
The middle-aged man bowed, his silvery voice ringing in Da Ye's ears: "Master, you're back!" The man didn't
speak, but led Tatsuya into the living room.

"Tatsuya~ Make yourself at home! This is your first time here." The middle-aged man sat on a spacious
sofa , his hands casually resting on the backrest.

"This is your home? I…" Tatsuya stood nervously in the living room, looking around.

The large living room was at least a hundred square meters, with four thick pillars supporting a snow-white ceiling, the pillars
embroidered with Western-style carvings. In the left corner was a staircase leading to the second floor. In the center of the living room was a
marble fountain, with a statue of a beautiful woman holding a water bottle standing upright in the center. The floor wasn't entirely covered with tatami mats
like in ordinary homes, but rather with colorful tiles forming a huge ink painting.

"Don't stand there, sit down!" The man smiled, gesturing to the bewildered Tatsuya.

Tatsuya slowly sat down, his hands resting awkwardly on his knees, his eyes fixed on the
fountain in the living room.

A girl of about eighteen or nineteen walked up to them with small, quick steps. She silently poured
coffee , then lowered her head and walked out of Tatsuya's sight as she had come in.

"Tatsuya, if it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead by now. Come to think of it, you're
partly ," the middle-aged man said, taking a sip of his coffee and looking earnestly at Tatsuya.

Hearing his words, Tatsuya's thoughts drifted back to a morning three years ago. That morning, fifteen-year-old Tatsuya
went to school as usual. It was still early, and the streets were practically deserted. As he passed through
an alley, he suddenly heard a hoarse cry for help. Tatsuya stopped and looked around, but
saw nothing. Just as he thought it was his imagination and was about to leave, he heard the cry for help again. This time, he heard it
clearly ; the cry for help was coming from the alley. Without hesitation, Tatsuya ran into the alley, where
he found a middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood, his face deathly pale from blood loss.

"Sir, what happened to you? Why is this happening?" Tatsuya, relatively brave, tried his best to control
his trembling and asked in a low voice.

"I...I was robbed by some bad guys, and they stabbed me. Please help me," the injured man said weakly,
looking at the young man before him.

Tatsuya didn't...

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