In order to treat her husband's illness

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Minghui, sitting down, gripped her husband's hand tightly, looking at the doctor with suspicion. In recent months, her husband, Huajie, had become weak and listless. She thought it was because he'd recently been fired from his job at the car company. Now, seeing the doctor looking at them, everything became clear.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, it's cancer. If we start treatment now, there's a twenty percent chance of clearing the cancer cells," the doctor replied.

"What? Only twenty percent?" Huajie exclaimed.

Minghui glanced over, noticing a tiny ink stain on the doctor's shirt. Their voices mingled; she wondered if his pen had recently leaked, or if ink had simply splattered onto his shirt accidentally. Her thoughts raced, questioning the doctor's competence. If he couldn't even keep his shirt clean, how could he earn anyone's trust?

"Minghui!" Huajie roared.

She quickly turned her attention back to the clinic and looked at her husband.

"Come on, let's go," he said, standing up. "I've heard enough." "What? What treatment? We need to make arrangements for you, starting now?" she responded.

The doctor nodded in agreement.

"Come on, let's talk outside," he replied angrily.

Hua Jie pushed open the door and left the consultation room. Ming Hui stood up, holding the doctor's hand.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Jin, he can't accept it right now," Ming Hui apologized.

The doctor stood up and shook his head. "It often happens. It seems you need to persuade your husband. I know Dr. Pei well; he's a top expert in radiation therapy."

Ming Hui nodded and followed her husband out. He sat agitated in the waiting room, his face flushed, on the verge of collapse. The sound of Ming Hui's high heels hitting the floor caught his attention. At that moment, she saw the sadness in his eyes, and the doctor's words brought tears to his eyes.

"Hua Jie, what's wrong? Why are you unwilling to accept treatment?" Ming Hui said, sitting down beside him and making sure her black short skirt didn't reveal anything.

"What? What do you mean? What do you mean? Did you hear what the doctor said? I have cancer! And his idiotic treatment only gives me a 20% chance of survival? Did you hear how much it costs?" he yelled.

"Huajie, honey, 20% is better than no hope. As for the treatment costs… insurance has covered most of it," Minghui replied.

"Really? The school's health insurance plan will cover my cancer treatment? Then, what about the remaining costs? Will your salary be enough?" he answered angrily, his words stinging her.

Minghui stared at the ground. She was a chemistry teacher, responsible for teaching grades 10 and 11. Unfortunately, the school preferred low investment in teachers. The school's low ranking meant even less room for salary and bonus increases, and the health insurance plan could certainly provide very limited support.

"Let's see. I think you should still get treatment. We'll have the money eventually," Minghui said hopefully.

Huajie shook his head, covering his face with his hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to give up. It’s just… it’s too expensive.” Minghui hugged her husband to calm him down, while watching the television—the news anchor was standing in front of a dilapidated house surrounded by police cars, and the caption at the bottom of the screen read: Police have just discovered an amphetamine lab, and the Drug Enforcement Administration will be arriving soon for a raid. When the camera panned to the house, she saw a shadow flash out from the side. It was only for a moment, but the braided hairstyle and the clothing immediately caught her eye.

“Muli?” she whispered, glancing at the television.

The figure who escaped was wearing loose jeans, but no one noticed him flashing out from the side, even though the news anchor was standing in front of the house. He quickly disappeared into the crowd. She stared at the television, her mind racing. Hua Jie’s brother was a Drug Enforcement Administration agent; he was most likely on his way to the scene. She could call the police and use this footage to expose Muli, or… “Come on, let’s go,” Hua Jie complained, standing up.

Minghui snapped out of her thoughts and stood up with him. The two walked towards their car. She couldn’t shake the image on the television. If she wasn't mistaken, the person who appeared was indeed Muli. That meant there was a chance, a small chance, for her to afford Hua Jie's radiation therapy.

The drive home was filled with silence; Minghui drove, while Hua Jie gazed out the window. Soon they arrived home. Hua Jie quickly got out of the car, while Minghui remained inside.

"Are you getting out?" Hua Jie asked.

Minghui rolled down the window and leaned out. "Why don't you go back and rest? I have something to run around for," Hua Jie shrugged and walked towards home. Minghui started the car again. She didn't quite remember where Muli lived, but it was a place she didn't want to go. However, he had a friend, a high school dropout, whom people used to call "Hooligan." Minghui knew where Hooligan was, and the car sped towards that neighborhood.

While driving, she kept thinking. She had seen some news about deoxyephedrine or amphetamines before, but none of it had ever caught her attention. To her, it was just some stupid people doing chemical concoctions; all you needed was the right ingredients to make hallucinogens. If she found Mullie, she could find the ingredients for the drug and sell the finished product. It was a crazy plan, but she didn't care anymore.

She parked her car in the community parking lot and searched around for Crazy Rat. He usually wandered around the parking lot, testing car doors—seeing if they would open. Just then, she saw him testing a huge four-wheel-drive SUV in the distance. She smiled and stepped out of the car, straightening her black skirt. Her shirt was a little disheveled; she went to the car door to straighten it, then walked towards Crazy Rat.

Crazy Rat was a tall, thin boy in his early teens who had dropped out of high school in his second year. His nickname came from his face and thin body. As she approached, she noticed him look up in alarm and walk to the side pretending to stroll around.

"Crazy Rat!!" she shouted.

"Um... Hey, Miss Gao," he replied calmly, but his hands awkwardly went into his pockets.

"Hey, don't run away. I'm not here for you. I'm looking for Mullie," she told him.

He looked around. Minghui didn't know what he was looking for.

"So...maybe...we're in trouble...or...?"

Minghui sighed, arms crossed. "Looks like I don't have time for your nonsense. Nobody's in trouble. I just need to know where Muli is." He scratched his dirty curly hair, glancing around. "I, um...I really don't know. Maybe, I might not remember." Minghui shook her head. She took her wallet from her handbag and quickly pulled out twenty dollars.

"Here's twenty dollars, if you'll tell me where he is."

Crazy Mouse reached for the money, but she avoided it. Passersby would probably think she was his sister at this strange sight. Like Crazy Mouse, she had dark brown hair with slightly curly ends. She was slender and tall, especially with her high heels.

"He might be...um...what's it called? There are lots of books there." He replied.

"A bookstore?" she asked, tilting her head.

"No, you should know, the books there seem to be free. He's hiding." Minghui raised her eyebrows. "A library?" "Oh, yes, that's it."

She shook her head and handed him the money. "Don't let him run away."

"Maybe. If we're really not in trouble..."

Minghui nodded. "Nobody's in trouble."

Minghui quickly jumped into the car. It was only a few minutes' drive to the library, and she didn't know why Muli was hiding there. She suspected that Crazy Mouse was lying for money. She sped up recklessly, bypassing traffic lights and speed traps.

As soon as the car arrived at the library, she jumped out and ran as fast as she could in her high heels. Reaching the door, she took a deep breath to calm herself. She straightened her clothes and smoothed her hair with her fingers. After a short rest, she went inside. She looked around for Molly. She walked through the main aisle to the back section where the sofas were. As expected, Molly was leaning against a sofa, eyes closed. She rushed over and tapped his shoulder.

"Mully," she whispered.

Molly opened his eyes, waking with a start. "Whoa, what is it?" he exclaimed.

Everyone else in the library looked at him, and he leaned back against the sofa.

"Oh, Miss Gao. The 'Greek Rat' texted you saying you wanted to see me. What is it?" he said, completely unaware that his voice echoed throughout the library.

Minghui held her breath. "That damn 'Greek Rat'…we need to talk outside. Keep your voice down, you're in the library." Molly shook his head. “Excuse me, I like lying here. Perhaps someone is looking for me. We can talk here,” he replied softly.

“Outside, now,” she commanded, patting his shoulder.

He reluctantly stood up and followed Minghui out of the library, waving at the old man watching him. When they were outside, he peeked around furtively.

“I saw you jump out of that amphetamine lab,” she said.

“What? Damn, Miss Gao, why are you asking what happened? Would I be the kind of person to do that?” he replied.

“I don’t have time for this nonsense. How much do you know about amphetamine?” she asked.

“I don’t think I know. I wasn’t the one who escaped the house.”

“You won’t be in trouble, Mullie. I just need to know if you know how it’s made,” she said, tapping her foot.

“Make? What? Why do you ask? Do you need it?” he asked.

“I need money. Lots of fast money,” she replied.

Mullie laughed. “Same as me.”

“This isn’t a funny joke. My husband has cancer. With my meager teacher’s salary, we can’t afford treatment.” “Oh wow. Damn… Miss Gao, it’s a shame to hear that. But manufacturing amphetamines and selling them seem to be two completely different things. And I seem to only know a few basic things. I’m more like doing testing,” he explained.

“But you know the basics?” she pressed.

“Yes, just a little, understand?”

“Understood. That’s why I need you. You tell me the basics. The rest can be done by chemistry.” Mullie nodded and scratched his chin. “But, well, how are you going to do all that complicated analysis?” “Who are you selling to?” “Usually friends and the like. We can’t sell on the street because there are other dealers.” Minghui nodded and crossed her arms.

“And where do the other dealers get amphetamines from?” she asked.

Mullie shrugged. “Ugh, I don’t know, Mexico, I guess?” Minghui nodded again. "Alright, come with me. You need to tell me what I need to know. Then, you go and find me a dealer. Next, you need to find his big boss using your own methods and see if he needs a new local American supplier." Mullie shook his head. "Damn Miss Gao, when did you become so wicked? Why would I do this? What else have I done besides this? I mean, I'm taking a risk and it'll mess up my life." "Taking a risk? What? Fine. Okay, you just need to tell me, give me the dealer's name, and I'll do what I'm supposed to do. Just understand that you'll receive less money." Minghui said impatiently.

"So, shall we talk about the price?"

"I'll give you ten percent."

Mullie looked around and shook his head again. "That seems too little. How about fifty percent?" Minghui laughed. "Half? Why? I'll give you fifteen percent at most." Mullie crossed his arms, thinking. He wouldn't lose anything, but the deal was profitable. He paced back and forth for a moment, finally nodding. "Deal." "Okay, so what do we need to do?"

The rest of the day seemed to pass quickly. Minghui kept asking Muli for information. He wasn't too busy, but Minghui had her own schedule. She obtained all the materials according to plan, calculated the chemical reaction conditions and time, and the day passed just like that.

On her way home, Minghui kept thinking about where to manufacture amphetamines. The smell would always give away clues to her husband's brother, an agent of the Anti-Drug Bureau. So she needed a huge space, but it had to be deserted. Her eyes lit up, and she remembered the cabin in the woods that had been abandoned for many years. She used to play there during her childhood, but had completely forgotten about it.

She parked the car in the garage and took out her phone to dial a number. "Muli?" "Yes. Who is it?" "This is Gao Minghui."

"Oh, hey, Miss Gao. That's good. I found the dealer, so next week or..." "No, two days later. I'll have a batch ready tomorrow night. I need to see them and see how to distribute it as soon as possible." "Ugh, this is annoying. I feel like I need to rest. Providing information seems super tiring." Muli replied.

"As soon as possible." Minghui gritted her teeth and slowly responded.

She hung up the phone and went inside. Tomorrow morning was fast approaching.

"Honey, I have to see a friend this morning," Minghui said, waking her husband.

He responded with a groan, and Minghui immediately walked away. She needed to buy supplies and get to the cabin as quickly as possible. She had been busy all day and needed to act quickly. If her calculations were correct, she would make samples for Muli and the drug dealer that evening. Her phone rang as she drove.

"Who is it?" she answered.

"Oh, Miss Gao. The dealer will see you tomorrow night, okay?" Muli responded.

"Great. I'll call you when I'm done tonight," she replied.

Minghui's work speed seemed to affect the pace of time. It was as if she was monitoring time, letting it crawl slowly around her. There were many difficult, troublesome, and arduous parts, but she persevered. If her calculations were correct, her drugs would be close to 100% perfect.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and night began to fall, she completed all the procedures. She waited until her amphetamine dried and solidified. Due to a chemical reaction, it took on a mesmerizing blue hue. She smashed it into pieces with her gloved fist and placed them in a collection box. She cleaned the lab and hid everything in the small hut.

She rushed home, hid the box full of amphetamines in the spare tire, and returned home to find her husband already asleep. No one would discover her whereabouts. She gently kissed his lips and lay down beside him. She couldn't fall asleep.

The silent vibration of her phone woke her. She quickly got out of bed. She knew, of course, that it was the last day of the weekend. She hurried to her car. If she acted any faster, she could produce another large bag of amphetamines. Before she could start the car, the phone rang.

"Muriel?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss Gao, it seems the plan has changed. The dealer doesn't believe me. We... had a falling out." "What?!" Minghui shouted into the phone.

“Wow, wait a minute, Miss Gao. That doesn’t mean they don’t believe you. I told him you want to see him, and I won’t be there. I’ll wait for your call, just like you would. If I don’t get a call from you, I’ll call the police,” he replied.

Minghui shook her head dejectedly. “Still tonight?”

“Well… it seems like he wants tonight. He’s got nothing to do, so noon is convenient. You’ll see him at the corner of A Street and Fourth Avenue,” Mullie said. “If you see a tall, burly black guy wearing a red baseball cap and a red jersey, that’s him. Just say Mullie sent you,” he continued.

Minghui was silent for a moment after listening. "Okay, I'll be there this afternoon." She hung up the phone angrily and headed towards the shack. Minghui wanted to take a weapon, but she knew they would search her. She thought it best not to bring one to gain their trust. Her hands trembled as she drove; today was going to be much more interesting than she had hoped.

At midday, the sun was blazing, and Minghui hurried to her destination. Her car looked out of place in the filthy neighborhood. As agreed, she saw the tall, thin black man wandering around, wearing a red baseball cap, a game jersey, and loose shorts that reached his knees. She drove over and rolled down the window.

"Mulley told me to come," she said.

The black man glanced at her and nodded. "Follow me."

He walked towards a house at the front of the street, which was noticeably better than the dilapidated shacks around it. He pointed to a driveway and walked towards a porch. Two black men stood in the doorway, both strong and tall. Minghui held her breath and parked the car, wondering if she had made a mistake.

She opened the door and got out of the car, making sure every button of her shirt was fastened and smoothing her blue skirt.

She wore black stockings and a black thong, perfectly matched with her peep-toe heels.

Considering the area she was entering, she probably imagined herself dressed like a prostitute. In college, she had practiced track and field. She was a cross-country runner, and she had potential; they wouldn't forget her smooth legs. Even now, she enjoyed jogging to stay in shape. As she approached the porch, she felt the sharp eyes of every Black man scrutinizing her body.

"You're the contact?" the tall, thin Black man asked.

Minghui nodded nervously. She had taken some samples from the collection box earlier and placed them in a small plastic bag. Her hands trembled as she handed over the bag.

"Samples," she said.

One of the strong Black men took the bag and put it in his pocket. Another tall Black man stepped behind her.

"We're going to search you, the usual shitty procedure," the tall Black man said.

The tall, muscular Black man began patting her body, spending considerable time on her breasts and buttocks. Minghui felt uncomfortable, but she could bear it. His strong hands moved up her legs, feeling every inch of her long legs clad in stockings. His fingers lightly pinched her crotch.

"No weapons," the strong man said. The

tall, thin Black man nodded. "Okay, we'll take you inside. You can only say what you're supposed to say in there." Minghui nodded. "If Mullie doesn't answer my calls..." The tall, thin Black man shrugged. "Try not to get caught by the police, then he can hear you on the phone." The Black man escorted her into the house. The interior was worse than the exterior. The cracked walls were riddled with holes, the door was broken, the windows were shattered, and the roof leaked. They entered a large room with a large sofa, a bunch of chairs, and a television. A fat Black man sat on the sofa, smoking a pipe.

"She's a detective?" he shouted.

The tall, thin Black man shook his head. “No gun.”

“Damn, are you stupid? A listening device?” the fat black man yelled.

“Damn it,” the tall, thin black man replied. He turned to face Minghui.

“You need to unbutton your shirt. We need to make sure you don’t have a listening device,” he told her.

“I don’t have a listening device. I’m not a police officer,” she replied.

“You have to do it, or he won’t talk to you,” the tall, thin black man responded.

Minghui looked at the tall, thin black man, then at the fat black man sitting on the sofa. She cursed silently and unbuttoned her shirt. She pulled down her blouse, revealing a black lace bra underneath.

“Damn, not bad…” the fat black man murmured.

“I’m not a police officer,” she repeated.

The fat black man nodded and pointed to the chair next to him. Minghui went over and sat down, buttoning up her shirt.

Under the fat black man’s gaze, she crossed her legs.

“So… you’re the maker?” he asked.

“I’m the maker. You’re the dealer?” she replied.

“Hey, I don’t do the trading, I manage. My nickname is Da Zu. That’s my sales channel god. Those two musclemen are Da Wei and Tai Long,” Da Zu introduced her. Ming Hui

nodded. “Just call me Lu Shu,” she replied.

Da Zu shrugged. “I don’t care about your name. I want your products. Now let me see those guys.”

The tall, strong man handed her bag to Da Zu. Zu picked it up and looked at it, feeling a little incredulous. He took out a small piece and examined it carefully.

“Why is it blue? Is it a fake from China or some kind of junk?” he asked.

“No, it’s made in America. It’s the result of a chemical reaction,” she replied.

Da Zu nodded and tossed it to the tall man beside him, Tai Long. “Tai Long, try this junk.” Tai Long nodded and walked away. Silence filled the air as Tai Long walked away. Ming Hui worried that when Tai Long returned, Da Wei would kick her out for wasting Zu’s time. Tai Long finally returned, smiling happily.

“This shit is real, oh my god!” he exclaimed.

“Ninety-eight points two percent,” Minghui said.

Dazu looked at her, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“It means how pure it is,” she replied.

Zu stared at the remaining tablets of amphetamine, his mouth agape. “Ugh…” He looked up at her and placed the sample on the sofa. “So, why did you make this for me? I have suppliers. If I switch, they’ll boycott me. I need a good reason to switch suppliers and protect my own interests.” Minghui sat in the chair with her arms crossed. “You’ll have exclusive rights to it. I’ll call it Blue Dream, but call it whatever you want. No other supplier has this stuff, and none are this pure.” Zu shrugged and tossed the sample back to her. “I don’t know how important purity is. Most people buy this crap in their little circles. What does purity have to do with me?” “It’s the best you’ve ever seen. More people will be coming to you for it, and it’ll win you a reputation.” Minghui responded.

Tailong nodded in agreement beside her. “Yeah, Zu, she said no, this garbage is on another level.” Zu looked at Tailong, then back at Minghui. "How much is this?" "You set the price. We'll split the profits 50/50," she said seriously.

Zu laughed. "Fifty-fifty? Do you think I'd do such a shady deal? My previous supplier only wanted 25%. That's it," Zu told her.

Minghui bit her lower lip. "Fifty percent, I won't budge." Zu sat down and looked at her again. He was calculating whether it was worth the risk. His hands were on his large belly, his thumbs rubbing together. Minghui felt panicked, but she tried to keep a poker face.

"Damn, I'm risking my livelihood..." he muttered.

"Really? Everyone complains about it. Are you sure? You haven't left this area?" Minghui replied immediately.

"Madam, you don't understand the business I'm in. If I don't handle it well, my supplier will kill me. I don't understand what's in it for me. At least a 60/40 split, of course I get 60%," he replied.

Minghui quickly calculated. Although 40% would earn her a lot of cash, enough to pay for her husband's treatment. She stared at her sample, calculating how much extra work she would need, trying to convince herself it was absolutely worth the price.

"No, fifty," Minghui replied seriously.

Zu smiled and nodded. "Bad girl, you won't back down, will you? Fine, I'll need some sincerity money. This is a huge risk, not just for me, but also for my downline. Why can't you give us a happy time today, and... damn, I'm willing to accept a 10% loss." Minghui lowered her head slightly. "What do you mean—give you a 'happy time'?" "Bad girl. You came here dressed like this, but you didn't leave us anything. This time you have to show something, you have to trade yourself. To be honest, I usually ask my suppliers to give the dealers a discount and leave a wad of cash as a sign of sincerity, but I don't think you have that much money on hand." Zu responded with a bright smile.

"How much?" she asked.

"I think it would be best to have 250,000, or more, because we're going to split it 50/50. Once the product meets the requirements, you can of course take your money back." Zu replied.

"I don't have 200,000..." Minghui said softly.

Zu nodded. "I can imagine that. So you have to choose B. Money or your ass." Minghui held her breath and scanned the room. She had only had sex with her husband and her college boyfriend. She had never had sex with several men at the same time, but when in dire straits, she would resort to desperate measures. Sex was just sex, she thought, and they would be done soon.

"Okay, let's get this over with." She said, standing up and unbuttoning her shirt again.

Two strong black men and the tall, thin one surrounded her, each taking off their shirts and shorts. Zu unzipped his pants, letting them slide to the ground, and watched her undress with amusement. When she took off her blue skirt, all four black men nodded in admiration.

"Damn, no need to take off the stockings," Zu commanded.

Minghui shook her head and shrugged. "Then I'm ready, let's begin." Minghui saw that every black man around her was naked, revealing their long, hard penises. Her mouth gaped open as she looked at the four massive pillars, her legs feeling weak. The two strong black men, Tyrone and Big Tail, had thick, hard penises covered with bulging veins. As strong as their bodies, their penises were like monsters leaping out from between their legs.

Qu Shen's penis was long and smooth, longer than the two muscular men's, but not as thick. It appeared two or three times longer than her husband's when fully erect. Zu's large penis was somewhere in between; it was long and thick, but not as thick as the muscular men's, nor as long as Qu Shen's. The thickness and length were just right.

"What's wrong? Never seen such a big penis before?" Zu asked, noticing her surprised expression.

Minghui quickly regained her composure. "Are you kidding me? Of course I've seen it." "Good, come here and suck this penis," Zu commanded.

Minghui knelt down, looking at his enormous penis. When she touched it, it pulsated as if alive. Her small hands could barely grasp the throbbing shaft. As her lips approached his penis, a strong musky scent filled the air. She stuck out her tongue and pressed it against the tip, and a drop of semen slowly seeped out.

Its taste was a mixture of bitterness and saltiness, and she began to envelop his glans with her alluring red lips. She felt a hand forcefully pinch her fleshy buttocks, pulling her hips back. Tyrone lay down, his face between her legs. He roughly tore open her stockings and thrust his tongue inside. He was now clearly admiring her pink vulva with its long, black pubic hair. His long, flexible tongue pressed against her vulva, and Minghui cried out in pleasure, her paternal penis inside her mouth. Instinctively, she pressed her buttocks down against Tyrone's face.

Dawei and Qushen came to her side and began caressing her round, beautiful breasts. Qushen held her breasts, pinching her nipples with his fingers. Dawei, however, was surprisingly gentle, only gently and slowly rubbing her breasts. Her vulva responded to the licking below, becoming wet.

"How does she taste?" Dawei asked.

"She tastes awfully good," Tyrone replied.

His tongue swirled and circled inside her. Minghui was amazed by the length and flexibility of the black man's tongue. With each rotation, she twisted her hips, trying to rub her vulva against his face. With each rubbing, his broad nose brushed against her clitoris, a small tremor reaching her very bones.

Da Zu grabbed her silky brown hair and pressed her head against his penis. All Ming Hui could do was open her mouth as wide as possible to let him penetrate deeper. She could easily put her husband's entire penis in her mouth, but this was a completely different beast. She wondered if she had made the right decision to let these black men possess her. For a moment, she thought of the treatment, which she firmly believed was the best way to raise money for her husband's medical expenses.

When Zu's large, fleshy penis reached her throat, she felt suffocated and instinctively spat it out. Her saliva dripped down his long penis. She took a few deep breaths and then spat her saliva onto his penis.

Her small hands played with his penis, smearing it with saliva. She kept thrusting her hips back and forth, enjoying the feeling of Tai Long's tongue exploring her vulva.

Da Wei pulled Tai Long away, signaling him to leave. Tailong got up and slapped her buttocks hard. Dawei took the advantageous position, kneeling behind her and pressing his thick penis against her wet, hot vagina. Minghui didn't dare to move, taking Zu's penis into her mouth and grinding it with her teeth. She felt the thick penis stretching open her small flesh hole. She breathed heavily, feeling the glans suddenly thrust in and out, a "plop" sound echoing in the room.

"Buddy, she's too tight!" Dawei said as he began to push.

"Blackie, stop now," Zu commanded.

Dawei looked up, bewildered, and pulled his penis out. "What is it, boss?" Zu shook his head. "I want to fuck this slut first." He released her hair, gesturing for her to stand up. Minghui stood up and looked down at Zu's fat, throbbing penis.

"Sit on it," Zu commanded.

Minghui turned around, pulled her thong aside, and carefully bent her knees to sit down until she felt the tip of his penis against her vulva. She took a deep breath and continued, feeling his large penis spread her labia. It wasn't as thick as Dawei's, but it was still large, stretching open her once tight vaginal canal. Zu murmured indistinctly, feeling his penis finally penetrate her, lubricated by Minghui's female fluids and saliva.

"You're kidding, right?! What else does your husband do besides fucking you at night?" Zu asked, laughing.

Minghui ignored him, biting her lower lip as she continued to sit down. His hard penis gradually entered her body, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her entire being. Zu's hands roamed over her fleshy buttocks clad in stockings, enjoying the silky texture. When it was halfway in, she stopped, trying to get her vulva to adjust to the thick penis throbbing inside her.

Zu seemed impatient; he gripped her buttocks and pulled her down, while his large buttocks thrust upwards. Minghui screamed as she felt the thick penis penetrate her, pressing against her... Her vulva was fully stretched open. At first, the penetration from below was painful, but as she felt the penis inside her, a surge of pleasure rose within her, reaching her spine.

As he lifted her up, she felt his belly against her buttocks as he withdrew his long penis.

Then, with a slap, he pulled her down again. Qu Shen stood before her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head toward his long penis. His hips thrust forward, allowing the penis to penetrate her soft lips. It wasn't as thick as before, and Minghui easily got the penis into her mouth after a short while, but she didn't expect it to reach her throat so quickly.

Two muscular men walked to either side of her, grabbed her hands, and forced her slender fingers to entwine their thick penises. She continued to stroke them, but found her hands were too dry. She pushed Qu Shen away; he was initially surprised and disappointed, but she quickly turned her head and spat saliva onto Dawei's penis, then Tailong's, before opening her mouth to let Qu Shen penetrate her again. When she put Qu Shen's penis into her mouth for the third time, she felt suffocated, saliva dripping from her lips. She tried to breathe through her nose, trying to push his penis deeper into her mouth.

"Damn, so good!" Qu Shen commented, holding her head and trying to penetrate even deeper.

Minghui's vision blurred; her lungs were deprived of oxygen, and spots appeared before her eyes. But strangely, she felt pleasure replace fear. Her near-oxygen deprivation excited her even more. The thrusting she was receiving from behind made it impossible for her to think. As the oxygen in her body dwindled, she felt dizzy, while her vagina tightly gripped Zu's penis. She continued to stroke him, almost feeling every tiny blood vessel on his penis.

"Oh, damn, she's squeezing even tighter!" Zu said, slapping her buttocks hard.

Qu Shen finally released her, freeing her head. Saliva dripped from his withdrawn penis, a long trail of saliva hanging from the tip. She took a deep breath, her vision finally returning to normal. In just a moment, Qu Shen grabbed her hair again and thrust his penis back into her mouth. Minghui couldn't describe how excited she was.

It had been months since she last had sex with her husband. Even before he received the bad news about his job and cancer, he had lost his libido. When she couldn't arouse him, she always suspected he was having an affair.

Whether she performed a lap dance, a sexy striptease, or oral sex, he never seemed excited. She looked around and saw the black men surrounding her, each one extremely excited, mesmerized by her sexy, muscular body, even the two muscular men who were just receiving her handjobs.

She was finally the center of attention again, and she needed time to get used to it. This thought spurred her on, gripping the penis tightly and stroking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, choking her throat.

Her vagina, however, gripped Zu's large penis tightly. The four men seemed to receive a signal—their thrusts became more frantic and faster.

Her vision blurred again, the penis in her mouth deeply inserted into her throat, trying to force her to swallow. Zu's penis continued to stab her vagina, his testicles slapping against her clitoris, driving her mad. Two black men pounded wildly in her mouth and vagina, making her feel dizzy, the room filled with the sounds of thrusting. The four black men kept moaning and groaning, occasionally teasing her clitoris, the suffocating pleasure bringing her to the brink of orgasm. When her mouth was free, her body was finally released.

Completely unexpectedly, the first warm gush of fluid rushed from her abdomen to her toes, then down her spine and out of her head. A chill swept across her fingertips and reached her abdomen, followed by a fiery outburst. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her legs went numb, and she felt utterly powerless. Intense pleasure surged through her again, yet her vagina remained tightly gripping Zu's penis. She felt pleasure and orgasm erupt simultaneously within her for a long time.

"Oh, fuck! Her vagina is sucking!" Zu yelled, pulling his penis out.

Everyone was astonished, including Minghui, as a warm stream of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, spraying onto Zu's knees and the sofa. Trembling, Minghui could hardly believe it; her trembling vagina was gushing out gushes of vaginal fluid.

"Oh, fuck!" Zu cried out in surprise.

"Oh, ah! Ah! Oh…!" Minghui moaned, trembling uncontrollably, barely able to stand.

Dawei and Tailong supported her as she trembled. She had never experienced such an intense orgasm. In fact, she had never imagined she would squirt; she had always thought it was just a fantasy. Even after the climax subsided, she still felt dizzy and lightheaded, her legs barely able to support her body.

"Let's do it again!" Zu shouted, grabbing her buttocks and pulling her back onto his penis.

Minghui cried out in pleasure, feeling his throbbing penis squeeze back into her completely wet vagina.

The extreme wetness made it easy for it to penetrate. Qu Shen finally stepped aside, giving place to Dawei.

Minghui adjusted her balance and opened her mouth, Dawei's even thicker penis entering her mouth. She used her hand to stroke Qu Shen's slippery, saliva-covered penis. She tried her best to swallow Dawei's large penis while stroking it.

She slightly raised her chin to allow his penis to penetrate deeper, only letting a quarter of its length pass between her lips. She sucked on its tip desperately, her tongue swirling around the lower edge of the glans. Zu, from behind, roughly thrust his penis into her tight vagina, pounding against a place no one had ever touched before.

She was a little worried that her husband would notice she had become looser, but then she thought that in a few months, she would be back to normal.

"Hey, boss, when are we going to fuck her anus?" Tyrone asked.

Zu, grinning, looked up at Tyrone's muscles and slapped Minghui's fleshy buttocks again.

"Okay, let's fuck this slut until she's dizzy. But let Qu Shen go first. Your black penises will stretch her tiny anus very loose." Zu laughed.

The three black men laughed, but Qu Shen just shook his head. "Damn, at least here, my penis is the longest." He smiled back at them.

Qu Shen and Tyrone helped her up and turned her around so that she was now facing Fat Zu. Big Tail took Qu Shen's place again and had Minghui handjob him again. Qu Shen pulled up her buttocks and pushed her body forward.

He pulled her thong and stockings down between her thighs and buttocks. He parted her buttocks with his long, cold fingers, his penis thrusting forward smoothly into her loosened vagina.

"Damn, Zu made her so loose," Qu Shen said as he pushed his penis further in.

Minghui gasped for breath as his penis penetrated deeper, reaching places even Fei Zu had never reached. She wasn't sure if her vagina could accommodate his entire penis. As Qu Shen thrust deeper, he felt her vagina grip him tightly, and he cried out, slapping her fleshy buttocks repeatedly. Qu Shen slapped her breasts, watching them sway gently beneath her. Fei Zu grabbed her hair again, pressing her face against his crotch, thrusting his penis into her weary lips once more.

Qu Shen was more energetic than Fei Zu; he thrust his hips wildly, repeatedly slamming into her reddening buttocks. He pulled a quarter of his penis out of her, then plunged it back in. His testicles, hanging from his lower body, bounced with each thrust, striking her clitoris. She took a breath and enveloped Zu's genitals with her lips again. She gently bit the sensitive area between his hard glans and shaft.

"Damn, you actually knew to do this," Zu said admiringly.

Tailong continued to thrust his hips. He was a little unhappy because he hadn't been able to penetrate any of her wet holes yet. Minghui's hands reached down to support his huge, slippery testicles. As she rubbed them, his hands also moved down to his genitals to masturbate.

The speed of Zu's thrusting never slowed down. With each powerful pounding, her labia and soft buttocks turned pink. The prolonged thrusting drove her crazy, making her even more sensitive. Her toes dug deeply into the dirty carpet beneath her feet, and she felt her abdomen warm and aroused again. She opened her mouth and tried to swallow Zu's penis, trying to feel suffocated again.

The air inside her began to escape, and she could only make out the fat man standing in front of her. He looked more like a brown lump of flesh. As she couldn't breathe, she felt her second orgasm rising. Qu Shen thrust deeply into her, causing the gushing torrent to erupt. She felt the pleasurable surge once again assaulting every part of her already sensitive body. Her teeth dug into Zu's thick penis, gently biting his hard member.

As Qu Shen felt the clamping force increase, he pulled his penis out. Her vaginal fluid gushed out, splashing onto the filthy carpet, her stockings, and Qu Shen's body.

"Oh, fuck. You can't underestimate this excited cunt!" Qu Shen shouted, watching her gushing fluid.

Fat Zu held her head and nodded in agreement, his penis still stuffed in her mouth. After watching for a while, he released her, watching her gasp for breath in trembling. He nodded to Tai Long.

"Damn black man, you haven't done anything yet. Spread her open," Zu said.

Tailong didn't wait a second longer, immediately pushing Qu Shen aside and pushing his penis into her wet vagina.

His penis was extremely thick, and even though it was very wet, he still had to forcefully push it in.

Minghui moaned in pleasure, clenching her teeth as she felt his glans penetrate. When he inserted his entire penis, she could feel every bulging vein on it. Each thrust impacted her entire body, sending tremors down her spine.

"Oh...oh...it's too big...oh...ah...ah...ah!" Minghui screamed desperately.

Fortunately, his thick penis wasn't as long as Qu Shen's or Fei Zu's. But even so, its thickness compensated for its shortness. As he pushed forward, her vagina felt it stretched to its limit. When his veined, thick penis stretched her open, she was extremely excited. He gripped her buttocks tightly, preventing her from writhing in unease.

"Ah...fuck..." Tailong howled as he thrust in.

Minghui finally felt his large testicles pressed against her vulva and let out a long sigh of relief, knowing that it was finally fully inserted. Once she adjusted, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped her lips around Fei Zu's penis again.

He happily grabbed her hair and thrust in and out of her. Tailong slowly began to rhythmically thrust in and out of her warm, moist vulva.

Fei Zu continuously increased his speed, his penis frantically thrusting in and out of her mouth. She felt the vigorous throbbing of the penis in her mouth. His glans trembled, and then hot semen shot into her throat. He moaned and pushed his penis deeper into her mouth, making her swallow his semen. He laughed as he ejaculated streams of semen, watching her struggle to breathe.

Finally, panting, he leaned his head against the sofa, letting her pull his penis out of her mouth. Minghui coughed, his thick, hot semen clinging to her throat. She tried to swallow it, feeling his semen drip down her lips. Fat Zu slapped her face with his penis, squeezing the remaining drops of semen onto her cheek.

"Damn, that's wonderful!" Zu yelled.

Big Tail nodded to Tai Lung and turned her to the other side. She was now facing Big Tail, while Tai Lung was still inside her. Fat Zu could clearly see two tall, strong black men penetrating her. Big Tail roughly shoved his penis into her mouth, and Tai Lung quickly gripped her thighs. He lifted her legs off the ground, while Big Tail held her upper body tightly. As she was lifted, Ming Hui heard the sound of her stockings tearing.

She looked as if she were suspended between the two black men, their two thick penises inserted into her different holes.

"Damn, you bunch of black devils look like you're going to roast this slut," Fat Zu joked as he watched.

Her body swayed back and forth with the two men's thrusts. They took turns, one penetrating, the other pulling out, and vice versa. Her breasts swayed wantonly with their constant thrusting. Minghui felt weightless between the two black men, and she accepted their dangling presence with a sense of detachment. Qu Shen, masturbating, watched her move back and forth between them.

"Damn, you two black devils, leave some for me. Let's play together," Qu Shen complained.

Tailong and Dawei gently lowered her. Unable to stand, Minghui clung to Dawei's trunk-like thighs. Dawei helped her up, then lay down on the dirty carpet. His enormous penis stood erect in the air like the thick branches of a tree. Tailong helped her spread her legs above the massive man and squatted down. She felt Dawei's alluring penis moving upwards towards her thirsty vulva.

"Oh, ah..." she moaned softly, her hips lowering to allow his penis to enter her.

Like Tailong, Dawei's thick penis initially had some difficulty penetrating. She braced her hands on Dawei's strong, broad, muscular chest, closed her eyes, and struggled with all her might to make her vulva wrap around his thick penis. As it penetrated her, she felt waves of pleasure wash over her burning body once more. Tyrone moved in front of her, bringing his penis to her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth, letting his penis enter, trying to swallow it whole.

She tasted her own fluids mixed with his saltiness and semen on his large penis. Her initial reluctance and anger vanished, replaced by the release of her deepest, darkest repression. She felt Tyrone's cold, slender fingers pry open her buttocks. In an instant, he spat saliva onto her anus. He let it slowly flow into her rectum, teasing it gently with a finger.

Minghui pulled Tyrone's penis from her mouth and turned to look at Qu Shen. "Hey, cough, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Opening your anus," Qu Shen replied with a cheerful laugh.

He pushed his finger into her anus, the saliva acting as lubricant again. The sudden stinging pain made her body tremble. She felt his fingers twisting and turning inside her anus, exploring her untouched orifice. A strange pleasure began to spread through her body, brazenly traveling from her anus to her head. As his fingers moved in and out of her tight anus, she let out a small, helpless moan.

"Yes, bitch, you like this, don't you?" he asked.

Minghui's fingers dug into Dawei's firm chest, and Qu Shen's fingers continued to explore her tight orifice.

She felt Dawei's thick penis rubbing against Qu Shen's fingers, which made her body tremble even more.

It was a strange feeling she had never experienced before, but it felt extremely obscene and forbidden, a feeling she longed for more of.

"Yes..." she answered softly.

Qu Shen smiled and inserted another finger into her anus, slowly spreading open her untouched orifice. As his second finger wriggled inside, there was still a slight pain, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure. This indescribable feeling, his two fingers rubbing against Dawei's penis inserted into her vagina. She twisted her body, struggling to adjust to the two probing fingers spreading open her vaginal opening.

"I think this bitch is ready," Qu Shen said, withdrawing his fingers and spitting again between her buttocks.

He rubbed his penis between her lovely cheeks, making sure the tip was covered in his saliva, then aimed it at her anus. He pushed his penis into her folded anus, slowly inserting it into her extremely taut vaginal opening. Minghui screamed amidst a mixture of pleasure and pain as his long penis began its journey in her untouched anus. The narrow tip finally slid in, followed by the wider base of the glans. Once the glans was inside, Qu Shen stopped, letting her tight anus adjust slightly.

"Good, do you like it? The hardest part is done..." Qu Shen explained, laughing happily.

His hips began to thrust forward, his long penis entering her warm, small anus. Dawei continued to thrust in and out, Qu Shen's penis slowly penetrating her anus, her vagina becoming even tighter. As Qu Shen's genitals gradually penetrated her, she could only clench her teeth, her fingers sinking into Dawei's marble-like chest.

"Oh my god...no, it's too big..." Minghui cried out, feeling his penis thrusting deeper and deeper.

The long, thick shaft seemed endless, constantly pushing forward at an unimaginable depth. His large, thick penis was inside her other hole, feeling an even tighter grip. Tailong finally grabbed her hair again, pulling her face up, and thrust his long-awaited penis towards her lips once more. He pushed it into her hungry mouth, filling her oral cavity with his thick penis once more.

She could only focus on squeezing Tailong's penis hard in her mouth, because the long shaft eventually reached deep into her once-untouched anus. He finally pulled back, his smooth, long penis easily withdrawing, her contracting anus gripping his penis tightly, squeezing every inch of it. When it was halfway out, he pushed it back in, thrusting into her slowly widening hole.

The simultaneous rubbing and thrusting of two penises into her anus and vagina was absolutely insane.

When those massive genitals were inserted into her once-tight openings, she felt as if she had found another space in the light. As Tyrone pushed deeper, her vision blurred again due to lack of oxygen.

She felt her body and mind climbing towards the peak of pleasure, all three of her openings completely filled.

She moaned loudly through her mouth, which was still plugged with genitals, while her anus and vagina gripped the large penises inside. A warm rush began to break through the barriers, flowing through her sensitive body. Dawei felt the pressure from the penis and pulled it out. He had no choice, but as he withdrew, her warm, lustful fluids gushed violently. Tyrone also pulled out his penis and stood aside to watch.

"Oh, God!! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Minghui screamed desperately, feeling her third, and most powerful, orgasm coursing through her body.

Qu Shen pulled his penis out of her anus, feeling her warm, lustful fluid spray onto his knees.

He looked down at her, watching it gush out like a fountain. The four black men in the room laughed, watching Minghui convulse and writhe on Dawei's body, her fluids staining the dirty carpet. Unable to support herself, she lay on top of Dawei, her convulsing vulva continuously gushing fluids.

Watching her tremble on Dawei, Qu Shen and Tailong bumped fists.

After letting her rest for a while, Qu Shen pushed his penis back into her anus, while Dawei pressed the tip of his penis against her vulva. When Qu Shen was halfway in, Dawei began to push further in, waking Minghui from the swaying. She screamed in pleasure, feeling her two holes filled again. Now, the two were even more brutal, taking turns thrusting in and out faster. Minghui lay on top of Dawei, enjoying the feeling of two penises drilling into her buttocks.

Dawei first let out a muffled cry, gripping her fleshy buttocks tightly and thrusting forward, his penis penetrating deeply into her uterus. She felt his warm semen shoot into her body, immediately filling her vagina. As he ejaculated inside her, she could feel his large testicles trembling and contracting in her lower body. As Dawei ejaculated gushes of viscous semen, Qu Shen's penis continued its in-and-out labor.

"Oh, ah..." Minghui moaned softly, feeling his warm semen slowly seeping out.

Dawei finally withdrew his contracting penis and crawled out from under her. Qu Shen merely shifted slightly, making it difficult for him to crawl out. He was too focused on fucking her now loose anus, his testicles slapping against her semen-filled vagina. Each impact caused a little semen to spray out onto the carpet. Once Dawei had crawled out, Minghui could only lie on the dirty, blackened carpet beneath her.

Qu Shen quickened his pace, and soon he swayed his hips, his lower body pressed tightly against her pink fleshy buttocks. He murmured incoherently, and she felt his semen shooting into her. As it penetrated her anus deeply, it felt like a warm current. As the warmth filled her anus, she experienced a strange pleasure. He withdrew, but his hands remained on her buttocks, and as his penis was pulled out, he spread her cheeks.

Her once-unopened anus was now blooming, dripping with his hot, white semen.

Before Minghui could recover, Tailong quickly flipped her over and sat on her face, forcing his penis into her mouth. He stroked his penis with his hand, and she sucked on the tip. Soon he ejaculated, a thick, salty stream of semen, like a large tail, shooting into her throat. As his semen entered her mouth and throat, Minghui coughed and felt choked. He pulled his penis out, letting the remaining semen splatter on her breasts.

The four men, panting, bumped fists with each other. Minghui could only remain lying in the middle, her body covered in semen—both inside and outside, and sweat. The final climax still left her dizzy; she could feel semen dripping from her loosened vagina and anus. Fat Zu pulled out his pipe and puffed, staring down at Minghui's still-white body.

"Well then, you've traded yourself, Lushu," Fat Zu began. "You give me an exclusive supply of this quality, and I'll give you fifty percent of the profits." Minghui nodded weakly on the ground.

"Damn it, have you ever thought about just making money through sex?" Qu Shen said, picking up his shorts.

Minghui shook her head. "That's unfaithful to my husband."

The four black men laughed. "So, what the hell is this?" Qu Shen asked.

Minghui's eyes met his, her cold, sharp gaze sending a chill down Qu Shen's spine. "It's just a deal." As she answered, she finally managed to sit up, the cloud of confusion in her mind finally dissipating. She looked down at her pantyhose, now a mangled mess, her thong torn to shreds from the penetration. Her eyes scanned the room, making sure her bra, blouse, and blue skirt were intact. Thank goodness they were all there.

"Could you give me a clean towel?" she asked weakly as she stood up, semen dripping from her smooth skin.

Dawei left the room and returned with a huge red towel. He tossed it to her and grabbed his shorts.

"Thanks," she said.

Dawei simply nodded and put on his shorts. Minghui carefully wiped her face and breasts with the red towel, removing the thick semen that had dried on her skin. Then she placed the towel between her legs and gently wiped the surface of her vulva and anus.

"You slutty bastard, that's my towel!" Qu Shen yelled.

Dawei shrugged, and Fei Zu laughed.

Minghui tossed the semen-covered towel to Qu Shen and winked at him. "Okay, thank you then," she said.

Qu Shen threw the towel on the ground and glared at Dawei. Fei Zu patted his arm and shook his head, saying, "Qu Shen, calm down, it's just a piece of shit towel." Minghui took off her tattered stockings and threw them on the ground. She picked up her blue skirt, bra, and shirt and put them on. The four men watched her get dressed with glee.

"Well... I hope to get five pounds from Muli for Qu Shen tomorrow," Fei Zu said, puffing on his pipe.

Minghui opened her tired mouth. "Five pounds?"

"Yes."

"I can't make five pounds tomorrow. Federal regulations prevent me from buying all the materials," Minghui replied.

"Well, you'd better find a few people to buy what you need. Damn it, just find these two idiots first," Fei Zu said, pointing at Tailong and Dawei. "But I don't think they'll just ask for money like a slut with a tight vagina like you." "Damn," Minghui muttered to herself. "Look, about half a pound tomorrow, and I'll deliver it to you before the end of the week, how about that? I'll guarantee you twenty pounds by Friday," Minghui replied.

Fat Zu raised his eyebrows. "Bad girl, you've made me take quite a few risks." "I have to put in this awful work every night, but it's what I have to do," Minghui replied.

Zu smiled and shrugged. "I need you to vouch for me with yourself. Don't lie to me, or I'll make you sell yourself to compensate for the losses that caused me to fall out with my suppliers." Minghui took a breath and nodded. She turned to look at Dawei and Tailong. "I need you two to drive to other states to buy materials for me. I don't want you to be followed, so you'll have to go to different states." Dawei and Tailong exchanged glances. Dawei looked at Minghui again and crossed his arms. "What's in it for us?" Minghui gave a seductive smile. "You can roast me again." The two smiled and shrugged. "Tell us what you need." Minghui nodded. To her, this was as strange as the previous deal; she was getting everything she wanted.

Not only would she get the materials she needed, but she would also get the most enjoyable sex of her life again.

On one hand, she still felt guilty, but she knew it was all business. She needed the money to do her best to treat her husband.

It was all for her husband.

She walked to her car, her legs barely able to move. She reached into her handbag and took out her phone. There was a text message from Mullie and a voicemail from her husband. She immediately dialed Mullie's number.

"Um... Miss Gao?" Mullie said nervously.

"I'm still alive," Minghui replied. "I completed the deal with myself, and you'll cut your money..." "What? I'm just your supporter, network, and henchman," Mullie hurriedly responded.

"Haste makes waste. I need you to do something for me." "Hmm, what do you want me to do?" "I'll text you tomorrow. I need you to spread the message I sent," she replied.

"Then why not now?"

"Because I'm going to send it to you from a prepaid phone. From now on, we have a lot to discuss.

I'll call you from a prepaid phone. You have to answer every time it rings," Minghui instructed.

"Damn Miss Gao, you're a paranoid."

"My husband's brother is a drug enforcement agent. We know how they work. Now it's time to end our discussion," Minghui said, hanging up the phone.

Minghui answered her voicemail to listen to her husband's message.

“Hey, Minghui. An old friend just called. We’re going out for dinner tonight, so don’t worry.

I think he might be able to offer me a job. Wish me luck!” he said.

Minghui stared in shock at the time of his call. Those were the hours she’d spent indulging in debauchery in the slums.

She smiled knowingly, thinking he might find work, but she knew it didn’t matter whether he did or not.

On her drive home, her mind started racing. She had to come up with a believable story. A story that explained where this windfall came from, that it was tax-free, and that it could only be used for hospital expenses.

As she drew closer to home, several different scenarios came to mind. She’d found a briefcase full of money on the highway; she’d recently won a class-action lawsuit and received a large sum. Perhaps she’d won a huge instant lottery at the grocery store. A brilliant idea struck her: one of her wealthy aunts had passed away, leaving her a pension. That seemed more plausible. A stable monthly income that could be used for his treatment.

As she pulled into the driveway, she found her husband’s car already parked outside. She parked the car nearby and rushed into the house, worried he might collapse before things were settled. She entered and found him lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, the television on.

"Huajie?!" she cried, rushing to his side.

Her husband woke and looked at her. He put on his glasses and smiled at her.

"Hey, baby. Baoyi's auto repair shop gave me some work," he said happily.

Minghui smiled in response. "Oh, that's great news!"

She hugged him tightly, but then pulled away, worried her husband would smell the scent of sex on her. But when she kissed him, it didn't attract his attention. After the kiss, his expression twisted slightly, and his fingers moved to her lips. Minghui's heart pounded as he looked at her.

"You ate fast food again?" he asked, his fingers rubbing against her lips.

Minghui gasped for breath.

"Baby, I think we need to reflect on this. Fast food isn't good for your health. If you want to hide this fact, she should at least wipe the milkshake and saltiness off her mouth," he said.

Minghui wiped her lips and breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, you caught me, sorry. I really wanted fries and a vanilla milkshake." Huajie shrugged and sat back down on the sofa. "Just this once."

She nodded in agreement and sat down beside him. "I also have some good news," she began.

He turned to look at her.

"Do you remember my Aunt Bixian?" she asked.

He shook his head, trying to recall.

"Oh, perhaps you don't remember, she moved to the East a long time ago. I got a call today, she passed away," she continued.

Huajie took her hand. "Honey, it's so sad to hear this. Were you close?" "Yes, we haven't been in touch for a long time since we moved. She... she left me a large pension," she said. "It will be paid monthly, and it's a considerable amount. So... I was thinking... let's use it to pay for treatment," she suggested.

Huajie shook his head. "Oh, no, no, no. That's for you, not for me." "Alright, Hua Jie. It's enough to cover your treatment, and there'll be a little left for me. Trust me, everything's perfect," Ming Hui said.

Hua Jie's eyes filled with tears as he hugged her tightly. "Thank you so much, baby." "You're welcome, it'll only help you more," Ming Hui added.

Hua Jie nodded, and Ming Hui stood up and headed towards the master bedroom, eager to take a shower. As she entered the room, Hua Jie continued watching TV. She took off her shirt, bra, skirt, and ripped thong, and threw them aside. On one hand, she wanted Hua Jie to come in and possess her in the bathroom, to make love to her wildly as usual. But she heard no footsteps, only the sound of commercials filling the room. She sighed and turned on the shower, watching and waiting for the water temperature and steam to rise.

She stood under the shower, letting the warm water caress her body, washing away the semen remaining from the four black men. She relaxed, letting the large amount of semen still remaining in her anus and vagina rush out. She spread her sensitive buttocks with both hands, letting warm water spray between them to wash away the semen. She let four black men have sex with her simply for business, a pleasurable business. Could this be the start of her anticipated business empire? As for her husband, once he was cured, they could resume their romantic relationship. A smile crept across her face as she pondered.

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