White Sanatorium 4

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Chapter 4

This year, I was 22 years old. My third brother entrusted me with managing a KTV. The requirement was that I had to be there every night at 10 pm and 2 am when it closed, and then finish sorting out the accounts before I could go home. I usually didn't get home until 3 am, by which time my mother was already asleep. Crazy was still

my good brother, and I was very grateful to him and to my third brother for taking me in. Crazy was assigned to be a small foreman at a construction site, so he had more free time. He would often come to the place I managed to drink and chat with me. But he hadn't come for a while, and every time I called him, he would stammer and make

excuses. He only came to see me once in a long while, and his eyes were always darting around. He didn't seem to enjoy the drinks and seemed absent-minded. Today was the off-season, so I specifically invited him over for drinks, wanting to ask him if he needed anything or if he needed my help. The madman shook his head, seemingly wanting to

say something but remaining silent no matter how I tried to persuade him. I got angry too, ignored him, and prepared to close the door and go home early. Outside the KV, the madman suddenly ran over and dragged me to the riverbank, preventing me from going home. Finally, at the riverbank, where no one was around, he knelt before me, burying his face in his hands and weeping bitterly, repeatedly apologizing.

I listened quietly to his story, the stones beneath my feet cracking under my weight. My heart had never felt so cold, and my murderous intent had never been so strong. Still clinging to a sliver of hope, I asked him questions, and the madman, his eyes bloodshot, led me to his house. I sat quietly on the sofa,

holding a memory card in my hand—a camera card I recognized. The madman said it was a gift from his former underlings, meant for his enjoyment. Inserting it into the computer, I saw everything. My mother, completely naked, squatted on the ground, diligently sucking the eldest brother's penis. Her full breasts

were being kneaded and deformed. On the sofa, watching my mother's spread legs, the boss's hand relentlessly probed her vulva. Her thick pubic hair was disheveled and covered in saliva. The violent sounds of the thrusting and my mother's moans were so jarring. A close

-up of the penis thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina, her dark labia swallowing and spitting out the grotesque shaft. The semen-covered head of my mother's bald head and her beast-like roars of orgasm made me want to kill him immediately. The madman, seeing me finish watching, remained eerily calm. He said, "This is just a recording. The boss

has a hobby of recording sex." Seeing I didn't speak, he continued, "My underling said it's happened many times. The boss manages the venue for you, restricts your home hours, just so you can... uh... that's it. He's in charge of filming, and afterwards, several underlings

take turns playing with you, then clean up the scene. You won't find out when you get home." Seeing the madman's hesitant expression, I stared coldly at him and said, "Speak!!!" "…" The madman swallowed hard, trying to calm himself, and said, "My little brother said that ever since the boss met your mother, he's been incredibly interested.

He said he'd never been with anyone like her before. My brother's mother is mentally challenged and used to be a prostitute. Just thinking about it is exciting!" *Bang!* I smashed the table with my fist, panting as I got up, ready to kill that bastard. The madman held me tightly, shouting, "Ah Shou, you have to calm down!

You can't kill the boss. He always has several professional bodyguards with guns. Even if you kill someone, you won't escape. His two brothers won't let you go, and neither will the police. Who will take care of your mother then? You have to calm down!" My

mind was a complete blank; I just stood there, motionless. My fists clenched and unclenched, then clenched again. I wanted him dead, without a doubt. But what could I do to clear my name? I racked my brains, but to no avail. I drank heavily at the madman's house, and finally, at his urging

and advice, I stumbled home drunk. The madman had told me that the eldest brother had come to my house again that night. Kneeling by my mother's bedside, holding her sleeping hand, I wept softly, filled with deep guilt. I still hadn't protected my mother! Still clinging to a sliver of hope, I pulled back my mother's

blanket, removed her clothes, and in the dim light of the lamp, I saw the lingering red finger marks on her breasts. Gently parting her legs, I thought the semen and vaginal fluid should have been washed away, but the lingering red marks on her inner thighs proved that my mother had...

This was the first time she had been violated.

I tenderly stroked my mother's body, inadvertently waking her. Even during her time as a prostitute, her clients had used her limited intelligence to "train" her. So, when I stroked her body and woke her, she instinctively turned to

face me, spreading her legs to reveal her thick pubic hair and dark labia, awaiting my entry. I stood there, stunned. My untouched penis instinctively sprang to attention, and I looked at my unused penis, which I didn't know when it had been pulled from my pants

. She lay face down on the bed, her face against my penis, her hands guiding it into her mouth. A buzzing sound filled my mind. I only saw my mother's white, full buttocks swaying on the bed. My hands, without my noticing, began to knead her dangling breasts.

So soft, so big, so full.

All other thoughts vanished; I only wanted to savor that childhood longing. I turned my mother over, making her lie on her back on the bed… Leaning against the edge of the bed, continuing to suck my penis, I leaned down, placing my head between my mother's open legs, gazing at

the black vulva that had once stirred my desire and made me drool for so long. Suddenly, my dormant animalistic nature was awakened. I took my mother's vulva into my mouth, kissing, licking, and sucking with increasing hunger at that vulva that had been played with and tasted by countless men, rubbed until it turned black. A slightly sour, slightly pungent

taste—was this a woman's private parts? Since living with my mother, my sexual desire had been frozen. Struggling to make a living, matters of the heart only existed in my youthful days of peeping and hearsay. I devoured my mother's vulva like a wild beast, my tongue instinctively plunging into

her vagina, swirling inside.

My mother's salty vaginal fluid flowed into my mouth along with my tongue, also flowing down her vagina and onto her slightly dark, constantly contracting anus. My penis, hard as iron from my mother's sucking, thick and menacing. Like those men who had fucked her, I once again turned her over...

I pulled my mother to the bedside, lifting her spread thighs so that her thick pubic hair and dark, open vulva were directly facing my penis. My engorged glans pressed against that watery opening, slowly sliding into my mother's rectum along with the overflowing vaginal fluid. My younger brothers had told me that men

experience pain the first time, feeling the woman's vagina tighten. I felt none of that. My mother's vagina felt loose, not tight at all; only the warm, smooth sensation continuously transmitted to my penis. This still excited me, a virgin, and I thrust even more vigorously into her thick pubic hair.

Beneath

floather thick , a swirling, illusory, intoxicating scene. Finally, the peach blossoms fell silently, only the thick white fluid flowing from her black lips testifying to my presence.

Mother and son slept naked, embracing each other. In the morning, the tingling sensation of my penis awakened me. Seeing my mother straddling my genitals, greedily allowing my erect penis to enter, I was speechless for a moment, then filled with endless regret. I tried to stop my mother, but she became even more proactive, squatting on top of me, guiding my penis into her vagina. Her large breasts bounced up and down with her hips. For her first taste of pleasure...

Once again, I morally collapsed, deeply sucking on my mother's darkened nipple, my hands moving back and forth across her full buttocks, my penis still being swallowed and released by her genitals. The sensitive glans rhythmically struck her cervix. The intense pleasure made me ejaculate

inside her again. After the pleasure subsided, I was surprised to find myself recalling that extraordinary encounter. Only then did I quickly notice the strange sensation in my body. Hahaha, the surprise made me laugh wildly. I embraced my mother's body, giving her a long, passionate French kiss to celebrate my

long-forgotten, post-coital ability—seduction! At that moment, this powerful ability quickly overcame the guilt of my immoral actions. I once again pinned my mother down, parted her labia, and thrust hard with my penis, letting her juices and moans continue for a whole day. This is

my ability to make love; it not only improves a woman's physical condition and enhances her sexual stamina, but all my abilities are also comprehensively enhanced, and my special skills are constantly getting stronger. I can manipulate my mother into doing any lewd act I desire. With a thought, she'll

spread her legs, masturbate herself, and insert her fingers into her anus—things she never did before, yet now she performs with ease under my control. This ability is heaven-defying.

After tidying everything up and having dinner, I cruelly smiled as I left. Tonight, the boss is returning to my establishment to collect debts, and his two brothers are coming to inspect. I called my underlings and opened the place early, waiting for them. In a private room, I drank with the boss and his group, then saw them off.

Little did they know, I had already planted my soul mark on each of them. Three days later, to the astonishment of my underlings, the boss handed over all his assets and affairs to me, appointing me as the new boss. The next day, the boss and his cronies went on

a trip, but unfortunately, their car tumbled off a cliff.

I, along with my underlings, swiftly purged any dissenting voices within the gang. Madman became my second-in-command, managing everything for me. The madman was clever; he didn't ask what he shouldn't ask, nor did he think about it. I smoothly took over everything. From then on, I was in charge here. I began to adapt to

cruelty and learned the methods. I was smarter and more domineering than Third Brother. If he could see such a good apprentice like me in the afterlife, having learned everything from him and surpassed everything, he could rest in peace, hahaha.

Riding the wave of the real estate boom, I began to bewitch, bribe, and intimidate. The business grew bigger and bigger. The number of industries under my control also increased. Money was just a number to me; I had lost my desire for it. The madman and several of my confidants had now become bosses, each

managing my vast assets.

I began to enjoy life, living like Third Brother. Women were, of course, indispensable; the women I had been with could never escape my control. They were etched with my mark deep in their souls, becoming my free-thinking yet loyal slaves. Perhaps it was the shadow of my youth,

or perhaps it was because my first woman was my mother. My mind had long been twisted, and I had a particular fondness for mature women. With my unique abilities, I began to relentlessly ravage the mature, respectable women around me to satisfy my perverse pleasure. One by one, they became my loyal

slaves. This also made my seductive power grow stronger.

Ending my teenage memories, I embraced the body before me, laughing gleefully. This sanatorium was the beginning of my new game. On the large desk, I laid down that familiar body. Spreading her thighs, I kissed the familiar black vulva—it still tasted the same, the taste of my mother.

The thick, hard penis still lingered inside her vagina.

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