winter snow

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This is my first time writing, so please give me your feedback. Because this work references many Japanese articles, it feels rather Japanese in style; please forgive me. If you have any criticisms or suggestions, please let me know. Thank you!
This story is planned to be divided into three chapters:
Chapter 1 The Secret of the Snow Woman [Part 1] [Part 2] Chapter 2 Memories of the Past [Part 1] [Part 2] Chapter 3 The End [Part 1] [Part 2] **********************************************************************
Winter Snow (Chapter 1) The Secret of the Snow Woman [Part 1]
The legendary Snow Woman… is incredibly beautiful, yet as cold as ice. Deep within her heart lies a secret unknown to anyone. No matter how close someone is, they must never know it; those who do know will only face one fate: death.
Is this a poignant legend, or a story that could happen to someone like you or me? I don't know, but do you?

She had snow-white skin and an exceptionally delicate nose, making her features strikingly defined. She gave the impression of an ice sculpture, seemingly transparent yet ethereal, like looking through a mist.
She sat at the back of the classroom, her jewel-like eyes fixed on the playground.
"Ding! Ding! Ding-ding!!" The bell rang, signaling the end of class.
"Snow Woman! Snow Woman! Do you want to go home together?" A boy who secretly admired her called softly. He was an innocent boy, his eyes filled with hope, hoping she would agree.
"Sorry! I need to go to the library to study because of final exams," she replied softly.
The boy seemed to have anticipated this answer: "Okay! We can do it another day."
She was sitting in the library; it was already 6:30 PM. She had been there for two hours when the librarian announced that students should prepare to leave, as the library was about to close.
She sighed softly, packed her things, and walked out of the library. She wanted to shout, "I don't want to go home! I don't want to go home! The home I had five years ago is gone." But she couldn't shout it out.
That was her secret, a secret she couldn't confide in. Humans are so lonely, and language is so inadequate. Who could express her secrets and feelings in words, allowing someone else to feel exactly what she felt? She felt like she was going to collapse. And then…
"Snow Woman! Snow Woman! Aren't you going home yet?" A cheerful, energetic voice rang out from behind her. She recognized the voice as that of her classmate, "Sunlight."
Sunlight was quite tall, about 178-180 centimeters, with big eyes, thick eyebrows, and a handsome smile. He was the idol of the female classmates. Sunlight played soccer every day, so he always came home at this time.
"Want to go get something to eat? I just finished practice, I'm so hungry," Sunlight sincerely invited.
The Snow Woman softly replied, "Okay!"
Watching Radiant devour the hamburger as if it were delicious, the Snow Woman felt an intangible joy welling up inside her. Her earlier annoyance seemed to vanish without a trace, and she couldn't help but smile.
"My goodness! Your smile is so beautiful, why are you always so stingy with your smiles?" Radiant, no matter what, always sincerely expressed his thoughts to the other person.
The Snow Woman gently shook her head, offering no reply.
"Would you like me to take you home? I also want to tell you something." Nikko looked at Yuki-onna a little shyly, and before she could answer, added, "Could we take things further?"
Suddenly, Yuki-onna's face turned icy cold, and the surrounding air seemed to drop rapidly. "I'm going home. You don't need to take me." With that, Yuki-onna immediately left the restaurant and quickly disappeared, leaving Nikko sitting there bewildered. Nikko was still confused. He thought: Maybe she's shy!
Yuki
-onna stood at her door, unsure whether to go in or not.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a man of about 25 or 26 years old appeared. He was refined and had a scholarly air about him; he was Yuki-onna's older brother, "Tsukio." Tsukio looked at Yuki-onna and said with concern and kindness, "Hurry up and eat, the food is getting cold."
Yuki-onna entered the dining room and saw a sumptuous dinner laid out on the table, with two sets of bowls and chopsticks. She knew her brother was waiting to eat with her again. Yuki-onna looked up at the photos on the wall; they were of her kind and gentle parents, but they had perished in a plane crash five years ago.
"Thinking about Mom and Dad again? Now it's just the two of us left in the family." Yue Nan suddenly hugged Xue Nu tightly. "If I lose you, what's the point of my life?"
Xue Nu gently pulled away from her brother's embrace, sighed, and said, "Let's eat!"
Xue Nu was taking a bath. Although she had just turned 18, she was tall and slender, with a slim waist, mature and firm breasts, and long, strong legs. She rinsed herself gently and elegantly, her body so softly caressing her skin.
"Turn around, sit in the bathtub, legs apart!" a man's voice commanded.
Xue Nu sighed deeply. She knew she couldn't disobey his command, because the man had raised her for five years, sacrificing his own youth in the process. He was her only brother—Yue Nan.
The Moon Man knelt naked before the Snow Woman. He slowly parted her labia with his hands, and the Snow Woman trembled slightly. The Moon Man slowly extended his tongue, circling it gently around her labia. The Snow Woman's tightly closed lips emitted a faint sound of pleasure.
Finally, the Moon Man licked her clitoris. He gently enveloped her with his warm, moist tongue, then used his teeth to create varying pressure around her clitoris to increase pleasure. He then sucked and released her like a baby nursing, and the Snow Woman felt a tingling, numbing sensation as orgasm spread throughout her body.
She finally cried out, "I...I...fly to heaven...fly to heaven..." Her legs trembled rapidly, then suddenly relaxed, and she collapsed limply onto the Moon Man.
The Moon Man, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, said, "You can never leave me! Anyone who approaches you, I will kill them!" He looked down at the Snow Woman and said with a wicked smile, "Come on, let's begin the second round!"
Winter Snow (Chapter 1) The Snow Woman's Secret [Part 2]
I ask for nothing, I only wish to stand there, at the edge of the forest surrounded by people.
Dawn still drowsily lingers, the air still holds the fresh morning dew.
In the thin mist of the earth, the languid, wanton scent of last night remains.
In the crowded throng, you, with your soft, jade-like hands, gently caress my member like you are nursing a cow, bringing me boundless pleasure.
I still stand there, staring at you...
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...
The Moon Man was filled with a desire to destroy everything, yet he also felt boundless love and pity for the Snow Woman. He was torn, torn between two conflicting emotions. He desperately wanted someone to save him from his misery, and cried out, "Save me! Help me! Save me! If there is a God..."
Morning
arrived again; it was a beautiful holiday.
The Moon Man, with the Snow Woman dressed in her pure and lovely attire, boarded the subway, intending to go to the beach for a happy vacation. He genuinely wanted his sister to have fun, but as he saw her growing face and increasingly mature body, he remembered someone—a deep wound in his heart, someone he could never forget.
How could he forget? Even if the sun and moon fell to the sea, the stars crashed to the earth, and mountains and rivers were leveled, even if the world ended and the King of Terror descended, he would never forget. Even if his body was torn apart and his soul destroyed, he would remember forever, because that person was… because that person was his…
He shook his head violently, trying to bring his thoughts back to reality. A terrifying and sadistic idea surfaced in his mind, and his eyes began to shine with a strange light again…
The Snow Woman wore a white dress full of youthful vitality, carrying a white handbag. Combined with her icy and snowy aura, she was like a fairy from the moon, bringing a refreshing coolness to the world.
But no one knew that she wasn't wearing any underwear, because it was her brother's order, and she had to obey. Her secret garden was smeared with a strange green liquid, cool like mint. Her bag contained a 300ml enema kit and two portable dildos, one large and one small. She was terrified and panicked. Although she didn't know what was about to happen, she vaguely sensed the torment that was about to befall her. She could only silently endure what was to come.
In the crowded subway, the Snow Woman and the Moon Man were pushed to a seat near the door. Although the subway air conditioning was very strong, the Snow Woman was still sweating profusely. She gently bit her white handkerchief, her body slowly twisting, as if filled with torment.
The Snow Woman felt the cool liquid transform into a sultry heat. The flowers in her secret garden had bloomed, full of anticipation, and a gentle spring began to seep from her garden. She could no longer bear it; a faint blush suddenly appeared on her once snow-white cheeks, and a mist clouded her icy eyes, gently obscuring their once-shining brilliance.
In the hazy vision, everything seemed so unreal. The Snow Woman began to forget the countless people around her. She began to let out soft, panting sounds, and tiny, crystalline gems appeared on her head. She began to twist and turn her body, completely ignoring the presence of others.
"What's wrong! Sister, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?" The Moon Man asked loudly, knowing the answer already, but the Snow Woman could no longer answer; she was lost in her own world.
Initially, no one noticed the Snow Woman's unusual behavior. It was only after the Moon Man's question that everyone turned to look at her and realized her anomaly.
"She's probably just too crowded."
"What a beautiful girl, she could be an idol."
"Hey! She doesn't seem to be wearing a bra, look, her nipples are pink!"
As everyone was captivated by the Snow Woman's stunning beauty and discussing her, someone noticed that her white dress clung to her body due to sweat, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, the shape of her breasts and the color of her nipples were vaguely visible.
This not only attracted everyone's attention but also caused a stir in the carriage.
"Such a beautiful girl, and she's an exhibitionist?"
"Look! She's enjoying herself by herself, not inviting us to join in, haha!"
"I wonder if she's a pervert?"
"Damn! Shameless!"
Amidst the murmurs, the Snow Woman was completely oblivious, for she was fully focused on reaching her climax. The gentle spring in the garden had already become a raging flood. This was probably better for the Snow Woman than if she heard what others were saying about her.
The Snow Woman unconsciously let out a high-pitched cry, her body limp as she collapsed onto the Moon Man. The Snow Woman had finally reached her climax. Her first spectacular performance in public had completely overwhelmed her senses. The Moon Man held his sister tightly, a hint of reluctance appearing in his eyes, but then a cruel glint appeared. The sky seemed to be wailing in defeat. My parents, were you embarking on your journey of love on this stormy night?
Tonight I cannot sleep. I often open my door, searching and peering into the endless darkness for my parents. I see nothing before me; I cannot find the path you have taken. Are you on the hazy shores of the Yellow Springs? Or on the distant edge of the Underworld? How can I find you, my mother? "No! This isn't real. How could Mom and Dad be dead?" A stubbornly refused to accept it. A completely rejected this fact. She was only thirteen years old; could she possibly understand the true meaning of death? I don't accept it either, but it's the truth, and the truth is the truth. There's no way to deny it. My heart feels like it's being squeezed into a ball by two hands. I feel a mix of emotions, and my mind is like it's been filled with a million alarm clocks that keep ringing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * """""" " By the TV news flash: 'Today, ×× Airlines flight ××× crashed into the sea, and all passengers and crew perished...' I felt the television's sound fading into the distance, and I was enveloped layer upon layer by endless darkness. My body and my spirit no longer wanted to escape the darkness; I felt a dark cocoon had enveloped me. I want to sleep in the infinite abyss. Even if the sun and moon fall into the sea, the stars fall to the earth, the mountains and rivers are leveled, even if the end of the world arrives, even if the King of Terror descends, I will never wake up. Even if my body is torn apart, even if my soul is destroyed, nothing can change my will, not even a god! In a hazy state—how could it be hazy? I should be in endless darkness. Who broke through my heavy shell? Who brought a ray of light? In the chaos, I saw your eyes like sunlight, your voice telling me a lament. Ah! You embraced my suicidal heart with your mysterious tears. Your longing face, like night rain, brought me boundless nourishment. My parched heart will forever be surrounded by you. Winter Snow (Chapter Two) Memories of the Past [Part 2] ********************************************************************** Thank you for your encouragement! During the writing process, I found that my grammar makes it difficult to write realistic language, so I hope you can be understanding of my descriptive style… Thank you again for your support! ********************************************************************** I want you, I only want you… Let my heart repeat this phrase again and again, forever and ever. Like the night hiding in the darkness begging for light, deep within my subconscious, I also cry out, I want you, I only want you… Like a storm using all its strength to strike the land, yet still searching for the land as its eternal destination. And my eternal cry remains: I want you, I only want you… Every evening at dusk, the Snow Maiden asks me when my parents will return. Dusk falls as always, the sunset is magnificent, and I see happy people, dressed in clean clothes, setting aside their weariness, strolling through the city with their elderly and children. The Snow Maiden and I, however, are trapped alone in this city of sorrow, never to rise again. Nearly three months have passed since my parents' death, and the Snow Maiden and I are still unable to wake from our nightmares. I force a smile to appear strong, but every night I so desperately want to see you, do you know that, my mother? Why are you so cruel? You abandoned me and Yuki-onna to go with my father. Why didn't you take me with you? Why leave Yuki-onna and my father to live together? I quit all my jobs to stay home and take care of Yuki-onna, because the insurance payout is enough for us to live on. Every day when I see Yuki-onna, it's like seeing you. My mother, why does Yuki-onna look so much like you? Every night in my dreams, you gently glide to my side, your soft, spring-like hands carefully caressing my penis. As it grows rapidly, you always look at me and say, "My little darling has grown up. Let Mommy take a good look, okay?" You always gently take my glans into your warm, moist lips, making it even harder. You always gently caress my penis with your tender tongue; the area around my glans is my most sensitive spot, and you never hesitate to use your fragrant tongue to bring me to climax. Your lips move up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, like the most skilled taiko drummer in Japan—each stroke so perfect, each stroke so breathtaking. Oh! My mother, I love you so much.

If stars were the eyes of a woman, my mother! Any star would fall into your eyes, daring not to hang high in the sky. I saw you gently sucking and stroking my penis, then looking at me with boundless, passionate tenderness. That was the most beautiful moment of my life. How I wish time could stand still forever, leaving only the two of us in the world! Oh! My mother, I love you so much. My
mother, your features are beautiful, your breasts are high and proud, your rosy nipples stand tall, your waist is slender, your buttocks are round and firm, your legs are long and fair, your whole body is exquisitely shapely, so distinct and beautiful. Your voice cannot be described by the warbling of a nightingale, it is as sweet as a silver bell. I can hear your enchanting whispers, and I can smell the fragrance emanating from you, a fragrance like poppies, captivating and irresistible.
Your eyes speak, your smile speaks, your nose speaks… your whole body speaks. You say, “You are my pet, you are Mommy’s good little baby!” I know you transferred all your love for your father to me because of his infidelity, but I don’t care, because the person I love most is my mother. Whenever
you sit on my body, my erect penis can’t find your vulva, wandering around like a blind donkey. You always tell me in a gentle voice, “Don’t rush! Don’t rush! Let Mommy guide you.” I relax completely because I know you will lead my penis into your paradise for me to explore.
You are the most perfect dancer, each of your dance moves is different yet contains the essence of yin and yang. Whether you sway up and down, left and right, or twist and knead, you always lead my penis to wave after wave of climax. Your tightly closed labia constantly swallow and release my penis, and the tingling sensation gradually spreads from my penis to my whole body. My heart feels like it's about to leap out of my mouth, while my soul drifts aimlessly with the white clouds.
Suddenly! My penis heats up, and my fiery heart feels like it's been hit by an atomic bomb. My whole body trembles like waves, and my soul rushes away with my semen. My sperm can't wait to return to the sacred place of creation. I look closely at your face, and you seem to be saying: "Moon Man, are you comfortable? I love you, Moon Man!" Yes! I love you too, my mother.
You once told me, "Push your penis in hard, come on! My vagina is as open as it can for you. I feel us becoming one. When your penis leaves my body, my heart feels like it's being pulled out, and I feel unbearably lonely and empty." As you spoke, you kissed me sweetly and wildly with your hot red lips.
You continued, "We women love penetration, especially me. Can I say it?"
I asked, "What do you want to say?"
You wildly replied, "I want to shout it out loud!"
As I thrust into you, I said, "Tell me, my love!"
Suddenly, you shouted, "I'm so happy! I'm a slutty, shameless woman! I'm cheating on my husband with my son! I'm the slut who loves being penetrated by my son!"
As you spoke, tears streamed down your face. I knew you were breaking down, unable to bear the torment of your conscience. In this strange and beautiful atmosphere, we reached the strongest climax we'd ever experienced. I think I understand why incest is so alluring. It's because the unique sense of depravity combined with the condemnation of conscience, the torment between good and evil, creates an climax of pain that is far more intense, more painful, and more unforgettable than a climax of pleasure!
I began to lose track of whether I was awake or dreaming. When I closed my eyes, you appeared before me, so real, not a dream. You always beckoned to me, saying, "Moon Man, come here! Come on! I love you the most!" I couldn't help but shed tears of despair. I tore my soul apart, ripped my heart apart.
I couldn't go on living. I needed to end my life. Life was too painful. I knew this was the Oedipus complex in Freud, but I couldn't escape this tragedy until one day the Snow Woman replaced you, and only then was I freed from the pain.
Winter Snow (Chapter Two) Memories of the Past [Part 2]
Since my parents died, only my brother and I remained in the family. My poor, sorrowful brother locked his heart away tightly.
One day, my brother looked at me and said in a sorrowful voice, "Don't abandon me, don't leave me, Snow Woman! Please don't leave me without my permission. I dare not sleep soundly, for fear of losing you in my sleep. Don't leave me, Snow Woman! Please don't leave me without my permission."
Tears streamed down my face as I hugged my brother tightly: "No, brother, I won't, I won't leave you."
Three years is not a short time. I have grown into a young woman. I believe in my appearance, I am proud of my figure. I must praise women.
Woman! You are not only God's masterpiece, but men have perfected you. Poets weave you with the delicate fabric of poetry, painters color you with their immortal souls. Half of a woman is woman, and the other half of a woman is a man's dream.
I had kept a secret in my heart, one night too dark and gloomy to tell anyone. Then one night, my older brother, drunk, burst into my room, weeping and pouring out his sorrow and pain. I had never seen a man so pitiful and helpless.
I gently placed his head against my soft chest, encouraging him with my own heartbeat, hoping he could rise from his grief.
He began to hug me and cry. Through his words, I learned how deeply he loved our mother. I couldn't accept his relationship with her; I was caught in a web of confusion. On one hand, I couldn't believe my mother would do such a thing; on the other hand, I was jealous that she had stolen my brother's love from me.
Suddenly, he embraced me. I was startled and almost screamed, but he kissed me with his warm lips. In that instant, I was overwhelmed with a sense of bewilderment. It was my first kiss, not sweet, but with a slight flutter in my heart.
My elder brother forced me onto the bed, repeatedly calling out our mother's name. My tears flowed like a mountain stream, splashing onto the quilt. Perhaps my brother loved my dear mother more than me, but to ease his pain, I was willing to offer my body.
My brother's hard penis penetrated my humble entrance, and I couldn't help but groan. I looked at him with pained eyes. Didn't he know the unbearable pain in my lower body? I couldn't help but resent the Creator. Why make a woman's first time so painful? Was it so that women would forever remember their first time?
My brother thrust his warm penis forcefully. I felt my skin was cool against his hot body, creating a stark contrast. I was surprised that my mind was still so clear, as if spirit and desire were opposing forces.
My older brother finally found satisfaction in me. Looking at his contented smile, a feeling of happiness welled up inside me. Although my body might be frigid, my emotions were abundant. The Snow Woman slowly awoke from her deep memories of the past.
She
found herself sitting on a bench at a train station, and the Moon Man's anxious voice asked, "Little sister, are you alright?" The
Snow Woman nodded weakly, her eyes blankly staring ahead. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally.
The Moon Man's voice, tinged with cruelty, said, "We should go swimming!" Men, women
,
and children gathered in this boundless seaside paradise. The vast sky seemed still above, the water rippled and swam ceaselessly, children built their own sandcastles, and crabs danced with abandon.
The Snow Woman lay on the soft, clean sand. The Moon Man took a large towel and covered her beautiful body. Nearby, some men, captivated by the Snow Woman's beauty, lingered around her, unwilling to leave.
The Snow Woman was enduring unspeakable pain as the Moon Man inserted an enema into her alluring anus. The Snow Woman knew her elder brother had gone mad; he was using the torment of her to exact revenge on their mother.
The Moon Man said wickedly, "Those boys will never believe that such a beautiful girl like you is receiving an enema. Oh, and I just saw a TV program filming a dating show. Let's go participate together later… Hahaha!"
Seeing the Moon Man's maniacal laughter, the Snow Woman's heart plummeted as if into the deepest hell…
The sea roared with laughter, waves crashing, the seashore displaying a pale smile. In this boundless seaside world, hell was beckoning to the Snow Woman.
(To be continued)

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