Ode to Autumn

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Ten days ago, while on a business trip abroad, I received a silent international call.
The number was familiar; it was from my home in Taiwan.
The other end of the line was filled with static, making it impossible to hear anything.
At first, I didn't pay much attention, assuming it was my wife calling because she missed me. Unfortunately, international call reception is poor, so I didn't think much of it. However, after five consecutive days of the same call and the same situation, I realized something was wrong.
A strange feeling gripped me, forcing me to make an immediate decision—to return to Taiwan!
It was 2:30 a.m. when I arrived back at my familiar home. The streetlights outside were malfunctioning, their flickering lights feeling eerie. The off-white detached villa was shrouded in a hazy light, and for the first time, I felt a sense of alienation in the home I had lived in for almost five years.
I tried to open the door with my key, but the lock was unusually stubborn, blocking my way. I tried to enter through the window, only to find the tightly closed door and the iron bars on the security bars mocking me, a prisoner outside the bars.
That night, I was chilled by the cold wind all night long. My heavy coat couldn't ward off the cold in my heart, and I tasted the bitterness and loneliness of being unable to go home.
The next morning, I originally intended to call a locksmith to break down the door, but unexpectedly encountered a delivery truck at the alley entrance. The young deliveryman politely handed me a package and left courteously. The package didn't have a sender's name, but the beautiful handwriting only drove me crazy.
I anxiously tore open the package and found only a cell phone. The light red cell phone was a birthday gift I gave to my wife two years ago. I thought there would be some important information recorded inside, but all the data had been deleted.
Undeterred, I searched carefully and finally found a short message in the drafts folder.
"Top floor."
What did those two words mean?
In this desperate moment, I wouldn't let go of any clue. I quickly found someone to get an aluminum ladder and, with great effort, climbed to the top floor. Above, an empty concrete platform stood the entrance to the rooftop, and I saw the dark, downward-facing staircase beckoning me.
The rooftop door, usually closed, was open!
Why was the iron gate to the rooftop open? The entrance, which should have been unobstructed, was instead blocked; only this unused door was truly open. So, should I call the police? Or should I just go in?
I chose the latter.
Regardless, I had to go inside. Whether she was inside or not, I was certain this home would give me the answer I wanted.
I climbed the stairs, and despite the bright sunlight outside, the atmosphere emanating from below was unmistakable. It was loneliness, desolation, fear, chills, but also anticipation and hope. The smell of danger was overwhelming, but it couldn't stop my urgent steps as I explored downwards.
The house hadn't had any air circulation in a long time. A pungent, rotten smell filled my nostrils, lingering for a long time, as if it had been trapped inside from the very beginning, with nowhere to escape. A surge of stomach acid rushed up my throat, gushing from my esophagus. I covered my mouth with my hand, forcefully suppressing the urge to vomit.
Then I went to the corner platform between the top and second floors, where there was a storage room belonging to the duplex. The lock on the door showed no signs of being opened, but there was a very clear symbol on the floor. The inverted octagon
"∞"
was etched dark red on the floor outside the storage room, as if it were also etched deep within my heart, a feeling of unease and anxiety. Accompanying the symbol was a DV camera, silently placed on the screen, welcoming my arrival.
I bent down, picked it up, calmed myself for a moment, took a deep breath, opened the screen, and pressed the power button. I realized it seemed to be recording a video.
At first, the screen was full of static, vaguely reminding me of the silent phone calls I'd been making for the past ten days. Then the screen went black, and a low, somber rhythm gradually introduced a rock song.
The music stopped abruptly, and a blurry figure appeared before me. He spoke in a strange, androgynous voice:
"Hello, Yong, my name is Y. I want to play a game with you. You have no right to refuse, only an obligation to play. Because the prize for this game is your wife!"
Damn it! These words were like sharp scissors, severing my taut nerves.
I frantically grabbed the DV camera and yelled at the person inside: "Where's my wife? Where's my wife? Answer me!"
All to no avail. He didn't respond to my outburst, calmly saying, "The game is simple. Just use the clues I left you to find your wife. Are you ready to begin?"
I had an immediate urge to smash the DV camera, but just before I could, I heard a woman's voice. The tone was ambiguous, and at first, I couldn't recognize whose voice it was. But as I unconsciously felt a surge of excitement in my lower body, it dawned on me.
Qiu!
It was my wife Qiu's distinctive panting.
"Qiu! Where are you?" My hoarse voice echoed in the empty house, suppressing Qiu's cries. So I stopped shouting and carefully searched for the source of the sound, only to find it was coming from the DV camera. Anxiety slowly rose in my heart. I refused to believe it, but I was helpless. The moans were indeed Qiu.
She was having sex with a man?!
"Did you hear that?" Y from the DV mocked me. "Here's my first hint: go to your master bedroom!"
"Damn it!" I immediately threw the DV camera to the ground.
The machine shattered on the ground, and the irritating sounds stopped. Sprayed metal shards flew in front of me, and a wisp of black smoke slowly drifted away. I jumped down the second floor in three strides and rushed to the tightly closed master bedroom door.
There were several graffiti words written in red spray paint on the door.
"Hear What I Hear."
I didn't have time to think about the origin of these words. Instead, I grabbed the doorknob, but the brass doorknob refused to turn it.
"Damn it!" The curse escaped my lips again as I kicked the door. The door remained unmoved, stubbornly standing still.
I took a few steps back, accelerated, and slammed my shoulder against the door.
*Bang!
* That was the sound of the door being broken open.
*Click!*
The sound of some mechanism activating.
The master bedroom was a complete mess. It was the first time I'd ever seen such a chaotic scene. The Qiu I knew was a woman with obsessive-compulsive disorder; she couldn't tolerate even a speck of filth in her home, let alone the master bedroom where she spent most of her time sleeping and resting.
I bent over, my nerves sending a nausea through me.
Large patches of dried water remained on the floor. The air smelled fishy, a mixture of the savory smell of ammonia, the lewd odor of a woman's vaginal secretions, and, needless to say, the stench of a man's ejaculation. The combined odor of these three excrements was utterly repulsive, but the urge to vomit couldn't quell my anger.
I knew what the hell had happened in the room!
I staggered to the bed, the scattered items on it further fueling my emotions. Sexy lingerie and handcuffs made of black vinyl, a powerless sex toy, and unidentified hair. Especially the twisted, winding black hair, even more so than Y's earlier mockery of me.
"You damn bastard, get out here!" My angry curses echoed throughout the master bedroom.
The only response was the television suddenly turning on behind me, its distorted speakers blaring static, followed by that rock song I had just heard…would you mind frighten you?
Do you understand
that I wanted to know that I had other choices than to harm the one I love? What have you done
now? A few minutes later, the sound of Qiu's moans gradually became clearer in my ears. Her voice was coquettish and alluring, something I had never heard before, even after years of marriage. Y reappeared on screen, saying with a mixture of pride and regret, "The DV camera is broken? What a pity, it was a good machine… But it's okay, it wasn't my purchase. Isn't that right, Yong?"
I collapsed onto the bed, a wave of nausea still rising in my mouth, a growing chill beneath my skin. I stared at the television, a wave of weakness washing over me, my mind racing. What should I do?
I could smash the television in front of me.
But… so what?
I wanted to know Qiu's whereabouts, but I was also afraid of what the television would show next. Would it be a brutal scene of her being raped and oppressed? Or a scene of her moaning and groaning with pleasure? I dared not imagine, but the sound from the speakers forced me to make a decision.
Originally, I only wanted to find Qiu, but things had turned out differently. Y's appearance, along with the records he left behind, instilled in me an unspeakable fear.
Home should be the best haven. Unexpectedly, it felt like a sinful place that had taken away what I possessed.
Time waits for no one, and neither does Y on TV. He said with a smile, "Enjoy this video, and I hope you can find clues about your wife."
The rock music grew louder, and several large English words appeared on the screen.
《Act 1》
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A masked man carrying a paper bag walked into the master bedroom. The silver mask covered most of his face, only his lips were visible. His appearance was unclear, yet his expression could be discerned from his mouth.
The other person was my wife, wearing a light pink nightgown, her hair tied in a ponytail hanging down her back.
Her exposed, snow-white thighs had a beautiful curve, and her exposed cleavage revealed two pink nipples. She, who was always so plain, displayed a seductive side I had never seen before.
The two sat on the soft spring bed, kissing passionately. The wife's arms were tightly wrapped around the man's neck, openly accepting his lips, revealing her need and desire. She boldly extended her small, delicate tongue to lick his lips, indicating her wish for something more.
The man responded by sucking on her tongue, making soft, wet sounds. She moaned softly, lost in desire, letting the man's hands roam over her body. He placed his limp wife on his lap, stroking her soft buttocks through her nightgown, her moans gradually growing louder.
"Why don't you look at the gift I brought?" the man whispered, nibbling at his wife's ear.
The wife, limp and powerless under the man's bite, secretly glanced at the contents of the paper bag he had brought, remaining silent.
"What's wrong?"
"You're such a pervert!" she said coquettishly.
"Hehe, is this the first day you've met me?" the man chuckled. "Wear it... I want to see you displayed before me..."
"No... I feel so shy..."
"I remember someone telling me she likes this kind of perverted sex... but today she tells me she's shy... isn't that strange?"
"I didn't say I hate it..."
"Yeah! The more perverted I am, the easier it is for me to orgasm!"
"Stop talking..." Her face flushed red, and she twisted her body shyly.
"Say it! Please, Master, play with me properly."
"It's so embarrassing... I don't want to say it."
"If you don't say it, I'm leaving." The man stopped and pretended to leave.
"No..." His wife grabbed the man's hand. After saying that, she threw herself against the man's back and pleaded, "Please, Master... play... play with me properly..."
"Didn't you hear me... speak louder!"
"Please, Master... play... play with me properly." Qiu, my dearest sweetheart, closed her eyes and shouted these words to the man.
“You’re a pervert too…” The man threw the paper bag in front of her and said, “Now, take off your clothes and put on the gift I prepared for you.”
His wife took off her pajamas and carefully placed them on the bedside table. Underneath the pajamas, she was naked, revealing her fair and delicate skin, her small but full breasts with two enviable pink nipples; and her porcelain-like, naturally formed cleavage, surrounded by sparse pubic hair with a strange beauty. Her naked body shimmered alluringly under the fluorescent light.
She picked up the paper bag the man had thrown at her and took out a black leather bra.
The man watched as his wife put on a dressing show. He watched as the black leather bra was slowly put on her body. Two black leather straps secured her breasts, squeezing her fair breasts inward, causing her small nipples to stand erect and blush; a corset served her abdomen, tightly binding her slender waist, making her involuntarily gasp and straighten her chest so that the corset could be put on smoothly.
The lower half featured a design similar to garter stockings, making her beautiful thighs even more alluring against the backdrop of a black leather belt. Of course, there were also leather panties with a zipper, allowing the man to easily expose or conceal Qiu's private parts.
Her movements as she dressed were slow and seductive, every gesture seemingly designed to ignite the man's desire. Her reproachful expression, with every smile and frown, seemed to express dissatisfaction with the man's neglect of her physical details—why give her clothes that were a size too small?
The man's lips curled higher and higher with each glance, his burning desire causing him to unconsciously lick his lips.
"Stand there, let me properly admire you," the man commanded expressionlessly.
His wife, her hands crossed to cover her exposed breasts, her entire body flushed with embarrassment, slowly walked from the bed to the floor.
"Unzip it down!"
His wife's eyes were filled with sorrow and shame as she reached for her private parts and gently unzipped the zipper. Her tender flesh was immediately squeezed out, sticking tightly to the zipper. She quickly pressed her hand between her legs, but some dark pubic hair was still visible.
"Did I tell you to cover up? Put your hands behind your back."
Under the man's verbal coercion, the wife had no choice but to comply. She obediently placed her hands behind her back, her alluring body fully exposed to the man's eyes.
Her straight back sculpted a seductive curve, her breasts and full buttocks were tightly bound by black underwear, and there was her vulva, exposed by the zipper, for the man to enter and exit. Such beauty, it's believed, would move any man's heart.
"Show me a few seductive poses."
The wife lowered her head, put her fingers to her lips, and glanced at the man with slightly sideways eyes. She lightly stuck out her tongue, licking her fingers. Then she raised her head, half-closed her eyes, put her hands behind her head, and revealed a hazy expression.
"Very good, be more seductive!" The man's voice was full of joy.
Hearing the instruction, she lifted her breasts with both hands, hunched her back, and squeezed her breasts together to create a deep cleavage. Her fingers gently circled on her areolas, occasionally rubbing her erect nipples. She saw the man's eyes revealing a need for more stimulation, so she immediately changed her position.
She turned around, legs apart, upper body leaning forward. Then she raised her sexy buttocks, revealing her vulva in a tantalizing glimpse, and finally turned her head, her eyes radiating a powerful, alluring electric current.
"Squat down," the man instructed her at the opportune moment.
The wife slowly squatted down, unexpectedly eliciting her husband's displeasure. He scolded, "Squat down with your knees spread!"
She hesitated for a moment before spreading her legs. She slowly squatted, her expression seemingly one of complete willingness to sacrifice for the man before her, yet her movements betrayed a sense of resistance. Her gradually reddening cheeks and trembling muscles revealed her conflicted emotions.
Until she squatted down completely, perfectly displaying the curves of her buttocks, she heard her husband instruct her again: "Put your hands beside your buttocks, then turn your head and look at me."
She obediently did as she was told, placing her hands on her buttocks, turning her head and smiling back. Her flushed cheeks seemed to drip with moisture. Tears welled in her eyes, captivatingly alluring.
The man breathed a sigh of admiration, strolled over to his wife, lifted her shy chin encouragingly, and said, "Very good... Now, I want you to sit on the bed..."
He helped his wife onto the bed, guiding her body to complete the next action. He demanded she sit upright on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and place her feet flat on the bed, finally grabbing her own ankles.
He looked at his creation with satisfaction and said, "Pee."
"What?!"
His wife's expression flashed with panic, but she yielded to his resolute insistence. The man's expression showed displeasure, and he said fiercely, "I told you to pee!"
"I...I can't..." she pleaded.
The man stroked his wife's head, his tone suddenly becoming gentle, saying, "Don't worry, you can do it."
His rough fingers covered Qiu's private parts, his nails tracing the cleft, and moans escaped from his wife's lips. Finally, his nails stopped at the sensitive urethra. He gently teased it, whistling:
"Shh—shh—shh—"
She closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment, panting and pleading, "Don't tease me anymore."
She then turned her face away, unable to meet his eyes. The man, however, became more and more enthusiastic, the whistling gradually slowing, while his movements quickened.
“Qiu, don’t hold back. Holding back isn’t good for your health…”
A series of throbbing sensations came from her stimulated urethra. Qiu frowned, biting her lower lip to try and hold it in, tears streaming down her face. The man forcefully turned her head back, chuckling, “Don’t close your eyes. Watch yourself pee.”
“I can’t… I can’t hold it in anymore…” It was clear his wife’s endurance was nearing its limit. Her urethral opening trembled slightly, making a final resistance to the man’s fingernails. Her lower opening, however, quietly surrendered, the liquid glistening at the entrance.
The man chuckled lewdly.
His wife’s face slowly contorted, her eyes still open.
Finally, the long-closed urethral opening gave way, and the man’s fingers immediately withdrew. Her body trembled, and a yellowish liquid seeped out intermittently, dripping down the edge of the bed to the floor. Then, a small stream formed a golden fountain, shooting out in a parabolic shape.
Helpless, her head was held in place by the man, and she could only watch helplessly as she excreted until the stream of fluid slowly subsided.
"What! It's over so quickly..." The man seemed dissatisfied with his wife's performance.
His wife, on the other hand, looked dazed and collapsed onto the bed. However, she still gripped her ankles tightly.
"Now, it's time for the main event." The man took two pairs of leather handcuffs from a paper bag and waved them in front of his wife.
"You want to be handcuffed again..." she asked softly.
The man nodded and said slowly, "Don't want to be handcuffed? Then why are you gripping your ankles so tightly?"
"I'm not..." His wife quickly let go.
"Too late."
Click! Click! Her wrists and ankles were handcuffed in the blink of an eye.
Unbeknownst to her, her bound body was already covered in sweat. The man turned her over, making her face down, a position that caused her snow-white buttocks to involuntarily rise. Underneath her black leather underwear, the open zipper revealed her wet vulva, which looked incredibly tempting.
“I promise you’ll have a blast tonight,” the man said, licking his wife’s back.
“…It’s so scary not being able to see… Could you be a little gentler…”
“You usually like the extreme stuff, and you want me to be gentle? That’s an unreasonable request.”
The man grabbed his wife’s hair, lifting her chin, while his other hand caressed her soft, round, and pert buttocks. He played with her buttocks, occasionally sliding his hand down to tease her cleft.
“Ah…” his wife moaned involuntarily.
“Look how wet you are… Looks like you’re ready…” The man’s fingers, wet with her juices, circled around her entrance.
“Mmm…” his wife responded in agreement. His finger slowly inserted, reaching the deepest part of her vagina. She opened her mouth wide, letting out a sound of pleasure, her expression one of pure enjoyment; as his finger slowly withdrew, her face filled with a sense of loss. With each in-and-out motion, pleasure and disappointment alternated.
One index finger was clearly not enough, so his middle finger joined the fray. The thrusting was still slow, but her reaction was much more intense.
"Oh...it's so full...huff...it feels so good..." The wife inhaled deeply, then exhaled with a groan.
The man's fingers changed their movements, saying, "This is just the beginning."
His fingers didn't just thrust in and out. First, they penetrated deep into her vagina, digging into her cervix; then, his fingers slowly withdrew like hooks, his nails scraping against the folds of flesh inside her vagina, driving her almost mad.
"This feels so strange...I hate it...don't do this..." The wife murmured, biting the sheet. Uncontrollable saliva soaked the sheet.
"Then...how about this?" The man seemed to be enjoying himself, increasing his speed.
"No...no...uh...this will..." Qiu's breathing was rapid, her words broken and intermittent.
"What will happen?" "
No...this...I'll orgasm...I'll orgasm..." The wife's body began to convulse, her breathing becoming even more rapid.
"Then let's orgasm!" The frequency of his fingers increased instantly.
"No...I'm going to climax...I'm going to climax..." Her body suddenly stiffened and arched, the leather bra creaking as she let out a long "oh," reaching climax under the direct stimulation of the man's fingers.
Qiu, that body that belonged only to me, I never imagined that someone else would give her an orgasm. I watched her body go from stiff to completely limp, collapsing onto the bed, panting heavily for several seconds.
The man didn't stop because of her orgasm. He continued to probe, even more violently than before. She tried to struggle under his lewd coercion, but her bound body was powerless to resist, only adding to the accumulation of pleasure.
"Huff...drink...huff huff..." My wife's emotions were almost collapsing, her throat overflowing with moans. She was unrestrained, saying wantonly, "I can't...I can't...I'm going to...I'm going to climax again..."
The man thrust wildly, his thumb joining the game, mercilessly plunging into her anus.
Instantly, another orgasm, her eyes rolling back as if she was about to faint. The man smiled smugly, as if he had achieved supreme satisfaction. However, that didn't mean he would let her off the hook. With his other hand, he parted her pubic hair and grasped my dear Qiu's most sensitive and vulnerable spot.
"No~" Qiu screamed desperately. Her eyes rolled back as she regained her senses, feeling as if she had been forcibly pulled from pleasure. She gasped in fear, saying, "Not there... not there..."
"Do you think I'll let you go?" The man's words plunged her into an endless hell of repeated orgasms.
The ravaging of her three sensitive areas was cruel, but for her, with her continuous orgasms, it was a wonderful stimulation, giving her a peak she had never experienced before—multiple orgasms.
Her sexy lingerie continued to tear, her muscles stiff and tense, the heat emanating from her pores seeming to evaporate her sweat; an astonishing power brewed, a scream freezing deep in her throat, her expression perfectly conveying her emotions. Her mouth opened to its widest, but no sound came out.
This state lasted for several tens of seconds, then suddenly she went limp, as if all the strength had been drained from her body in an instant, and a large amount of fluid gushed from her lower body.
"My God!" the man exclaimed, "You squirted!"
A few minutes later, the man shook off the sticky, vaginal fluid from his hands and unzipped his pants. His body seemed unable to restrain itself any longer, his penis already poised to erupt. He steadied himself and used his waist to thrust his body upwards.
It was his turn to enjoy himself.
"Ah!" Qiu cried out again, her head thrown back in the violent thrust.
The man pulled her hair as he thrust, as if riding a wild horse. His wife swayed and rocked with him, unconsciously murmuring, "So good...faster...harder..."
"Hehe. You really are a pervert."
"Oh...um...yes...I...am a pervert..." My dear Qiu moaned incessantly. Her voice and expression were full of desire, pleasing and arousing. "...So full...fill me up..."
The man took out a tool resembling a dildo from the paper bag, a series of marble-like objects.
However, this vibrator wasn't for vaginal use, but for anal stimulation.
"My fingers alone certainly won't satisfy you, right?" The man forcefully inserted the object into her anus.
"Ah—it hurts!" His wife cried out, shaking her head desperately, "Please...stop...ah!"
Without lubrication, the pain lessened her desire considerably. The man's piston-like thrusts further fueled her lust. Despite having already orgasmed multiple times, she was still unable to stop and wanted it to continue.
"Hehe, not enough yet... it's not even halfway in... I want to see you writhe in agony." The man chuckled wickedly. He twisted the vibrator, like tightening a screw, inserting all the beads one by one.
"Ah... I'm going to break..." His wife's expression was contorted, crying out in pain.
"The last one, I'm going to put it in now."
"No... let me go..."
"Stop pretending to be innocent... it must feel great to have this in your ass." A wicked smile appeared on his face beneath the silver mask. He slowly turned on the switch, letting it vibrate, the terrifying beads surging through Qiu's rectum.
"Ah... no..."
"Speed up a bit." As the man gradually increased his force, her screams grew more and more intense.
"How's it going? Feeling amazing, huh?"
"Please spare me..."
"I don't want to." The man coldly refused, continuing to thrust his hips deeper and deeper. The thick head thrust inside her, churning and swirling within her rectum. Qiu groaned involuntarily, caught between extreme pain and pleasure.
Her throat emitted continuous "ooh...ooh..." sounds. The man, during penetration, turned the vibrator to its maximum, then watched Qiu's transformation. Fueled by pleasure, her brain automatically released numbing substances.
After the initial discomfort, Qiu slowly grew accustomed to it.
"Ah...there...so good...so amazing...ah...ah..."
Her moans were incessant.
Her waist tensed and relaxed repeatedly, her private parts making "plop plop" sounds, her buttocks emitting a "buzzing" sound.
Her expression was one of ecstasy, and with each thrust of the penis, spurts of vaginal fluid sprayed out, splashing onto the bed and floor. The sheets and floor were soaked, but the perpetrator remained oblivious, only knowing to loudly express his lust.
Suddenly, the man slapped her full buttocks. The frenzied pleasure was suppressed and weakened, leaving only plaintive cries.
"Don't just think about your own enjoyment, move your ass properly, and don't forget that I'm your master," the man commanded in a deep voice.
His beloved Qiu obediently moved her buttocks. The penis, which had been filling her vagina, underwent various changes with her movements, stimulating the sensitive nerves deep within. She had never imagined that
anything other than thrusting could produce such pleasurable sensations. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, saliva flowing uncontrollably with her soft moans. The man moved even more vigorously. He roared, and with an inexplicable surge of strength, easily lifted Qiu. He held her legs, thrusting in and out vertically.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The standing position deepened their union.
With each thrust, she cried out hoarsely, as if being pierced. She leaned weakly against the man, rising and falling with his movements.
"Ah...no...don't..."
The penis pierced the deepest part of her vagina, the immense force causing her to lose control of her bladder. Her urethra, with its piston-like movements, squeezed out urine again and again.
"Ah..."
Her teeth chattered, her thighs spasmed, and her waist twisted. "
I'm going to break...ah... it's going to break...it's going to break... ah !!!" Amidst her cries, a high-pitched scream erupted, lingering for a long time ... **************** ... A man she was close to? No, that's not right! A work partner, or a boss? Even less right! Could it be… a friend of mine? No, no, no, no, no… I didn't do anything… even though my mind was filled with countless questions. Because I wanted to know Qiu's whereabouts. Until the very end of the film, as if the movie had ended and returned to black, the speakers started playing that damn rock song. Would you mind hurt you? Understand that I wanted to lose that I had other choices than to harm the one I love what have you done now ? What the hell did I do? "What the hell did I do!" Hearing the lyrics, I couldn't help but yell. "I fucking watched my wife being played with! I fucking got cuckolded!" My wails filled the master bedroom, like a silent comfort. Saltiness spread in my mouth, and I cried. I don't know how long it had been since I had grieved to the point of tears. But this time it wasn't sadness, but heartbreak and anguish.

A sense of despondency washed over me, and I could clearly feel the desolation within my heart.
The erotic scenes in the film shattered my hopes. The woman in the film was indeed Qiu, a face I had never seen before—licentious, vile, and shameless. I felt like I was suffocating, struggling to breathe. I had never imagined Qiu was such a woman.
"I hear what I hear." The television screen changed, and Y's blurry figure reappeared. "I'm glad you watched until the end without smashing the television... otherwise, you would have lost the clue about your wife."
"You damned bastard!" I cursed Y on the television.
Y didn't react to my outburst. He calmly continued, "It's time to give you the next clue..."
The speakers emitted static, but I could vaguely hear a voice saying, "Go... to... the... study..."
The voice was very weak, but I knew it was Qiu's unique accent after an orgasm. I grabbed my hair and tore at it frantically, an indescribable pain in my soul.
In the end, I did as the voice said.
The study was also on the second floor. Walking down the corridor, I saw a toilet on my left… I noticed several yellowish-brown spots on the floor, especially the largest one near the toilet entrance, which was practically a puddle. Upon closer inspection, the spots originated from the study.
“Ugh!” The stench that hit me made me instinctively cover my nose and mouth.
It took me a while to get used to the smell, which resembled excrement, and I slowly followed the trail of spots into the study.
The study door wasn't locked; it was wide open. The dimly lit room made me hesitate, afraid that something terrible would happen if I went in.
So, I went back to the toilet. The toilet door was locked. It was a cheap mortise lock, which any coin could open. But the master bedroom had already given me enough of a fright, so I hesitated.
Go into the study? Or the toilet?
A simple choice.
I… followed Y's advice and went into the study.
The study was a mess; bookshelves were overturned, and books were scattered everywhere. I carefully avoided the obstacles and walked to the window, pulling back the heavy curtains. The dim room made me uneasy; I needed some light to give me courage.
Suddenly,
the light shone on me as expected, but instead of courage, it gave me chills and fear.
Several large characters were spray-painted in red on the mosaic glass floor-to-ceiling windows. The phrase
"Smelling what I have heard"
stirred countless thoughts within me. I turned around and was shocked to see things I hadn't noticed when I first entered.
I thought the remnants in the master bedroom were shocking enough; those lewd props revealed a side of Qiu I had never known. But the items scattered in the study were even more astonishing than those on the bed.
A dried-out basin, still containing a slightly yellowish liquid; a manual pump and catheter, lying quietly to the side; a dozen shriveled enema vials, a large medical syringe, and a speculum; rough hemp rope, anal plugs, and a leather collar with a rope and a lock; the last item placed in the center of my desk—a projector plugged in with power and speakers.
A bright red arrow was painted on the projector's power button, as if telling me:
"Press it."
I walked to the projector, my finger hesitating over the button. I could roughly imagine the scene from the items left in the study, and I could also understand the reason for the spots and stains on the hallway from the toilet to the study.
But... none of these things recorded any trace of Qiu.
Finally, I pressed the switch anyway.
Transparent blue light shone on the snow-white wall, and I saw Qiu again, in the record left by the projector.
A rock song spoke to the world once more.
"I, I've been waiting for someone like you, but now you are slipping away. What have you done now?
Why, why does fate make us suffer there?" A curse between us between me and you. After the song, there was no "Y" figure, but instead, Qiu and the masked man. The camera was focused on her colorless and angry face, gritting her teeth as she stared at the man looking down at her. She trembled all over, crawling out of the study like a dog. I saw her humiliating posture, her buttocks raised high, struggling forward with difficulty. Her pale body bore purplish-red marks from the tight rope binding her, a collar around her neck, and her half-closed mouth breathing painfully. The man pulled tightly on the rope, slowly loosening it from his grasp. With each sliver of space loosened, Qiu could be seen taking a step forward.
Qiu's posture and the props in the study unconsciously reminded me of the term "enema defecation."
And what I was seeing now was only a small fragment...
The film ended, and static danced on the walls. Y's blurry figure appeared and said to me,
"Satisfied with the first film?"
"Damn it, tell me where Qiu is?!" I yelled at Y. My reason was almost replaced by anger, and even though I knew that Y in the film was just recorded data, I still couldn't help but curse back.
"The second part is also quite exciting, I hope you can watch until the end..." Y said mischievously, "I forgot to tell you, the clue this time is in the video. If you quickly switch to the last scene, I can't guarantee you'll find the whereabouts of your wife."
"You!" I trembled, unable to speak.
I had originally decided to quickly switch to the last scene to find the clue. Otherwise, I couldn't imagine my nerves could withstand watching this video recording.
"Alright, enough nonsense, time is precious, let's enjoy the show." Y waved goodbye, his figure gradually fading away.
"Fuck it!" I slammed my fist on the table to vent my frustration. Numbness and pain shot through my hand, making it difficult to suppress my emotions.
I can't take it! I can't see Qiu like this. I don't want the beautiful image of her in my heart to be shattered so easily. I don't want to see her moaning and climaxing under another man. To me, it would be an unbearable humiliation.
The volume of the background rock music increased, the screen went completely black, and several letters were projected from deep within the wall into my pupils.
Act 2
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...

“I thought you’d thank me for sending you a text message, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to find me.” The man continued to provoke her.
If looks could kill, Qiu would have killed the man a thousand times over. She glared at him fiercely: “Are you talking about the text message about spreading photos if I didn’t come home? You damn pervert!”
She yelled at him, “You bastard! When did you take these photos?”
“I think you still don’t understand your current situation!” The man pulled something out of nowhere and threw it into the air. The scattered objects made his wife scream in terror.
These were photos of her and the man having sex in a depraved manner.
“No!” Qiu was like a frightened bird, frantically picking up the scattered photos.
“There are many more.”
The man threw one after another, and his wife frantically picked them up. Even though she was at home, she didn’t know why she was so afraid of the photos floating in front of her.
"Do you understand? I believe you know what to do now, right?" The man smiled at his wife, but the smile chilled her to the bone. "Take what's inside out and put it around your neck!"
The paper bag was tossed to her feet. Bending down to pick it up and open it, she was immediately enraged. The man's expression was smug; inside was a leather collar with a rope.
She froze, while the man walked towards her with displeasure. "Didn't you understand what I said?"
He snatched the collar from her hand and fastened it around her neck. He grabbed the rope and pulled sharply backward. The entire movement was lightning fast; before she could even react, she felt her neck tighten, and a force threw her to the ground.
“This is the best position for us to have a conversation.” The man knelt down, looking down at Qiu, who was lying on the ground. “Do you know what I want to do?”
“I have no idea what you, you pervert, want to do!”
“You’re quite strong…” the man praised. “Okay, I want you to lie on the desk and lift up your skirt.”
“I can’t do it!”
It was less like the man was giving an order and more like he was toying with her like a toy. He manipulated the rope, pulled his wife up, and then forced her onto the desk, pressing her head against the surface and saying softly,
“Be a good girl and lift up your skirt.”
“No! I won’t do it.” Her voice was weak.
“Really won’t?”
Just as his wife was resolutely resisting, the man took matters into his own hands. He roughly rolled up her skirt and cruelly pulled down her underwear. Then, she felt her buttocks slowly spread apart, and something unknown assaulted her anus.
“What do you want to do?!” His wife struggled haphazardly. Under the man’s strength, it was all in vain.
The man said jokingly, "Guess what?"
His wife, not yet understanding the meaning of his words, was terrified, her hair standing on end.
The next second, her nerves tightened. Something unknown had been inserted into her anus, pushing inward, making her feel uncomfortable and painful. This was just the beginning; she felt her anus slowly opening.
"Ah..." The wife gritted her teeth, resisting the strange sensation.
A chill ran through her. Although she couldn't see the man's actions, her body clearly told her what was happening. Cold air rushed into her rectum, causing her to tremble. But then warmth immediately followed, and the coldness dissipated.
"Your budding little chrysanthemum is blooming with its beautiful light... It's a pity you can't see this." The man stopped dilating, fixing her open anus in place.
“Let me go…don’t do this…”
“Don’t you think it’s too late to apologize now?” The man breathed into his wife’s ear. “Do you know what you did wrong?”
He didn’t give her a chance to speak, continuing, “You shouldn’t have yelled at me. You know, my heart is very fragile…but unfortunately, you’ve already hurt it. Tell me, what are you going to do?”
“I’m sorry…”
“I don’t want to.” He pulled his wife’s head up, waving a remote control in front of her. “Tell me, how can I quell my anger?”
The man lightly pressed the remote control, and his wife saw a beam of light projected onto the curtains in front of her. The heavy curtains formed a beautiful canvas. The image on the canvas gradually became clearer, and Qiu’s face turned pale. Her
anus was completely exposed to her eyes. Her first instinct was shame; what was projected was her buttocks. Especially the most sensitive area, forcibly opened by a plastic speculum, the dark opening shimmering with light, and the constant writhing and contraction inside could be vaguely seen.
"Oh, what a beautiful asshole... If you had listened to me earlier, you could have witnessed the alluring scenes of rolling up her skirt and taking off her panties. I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful, so I have to skip the process and jump straight to this stage."
"What do you want to do?" the wife stammered.
"That's a pretty stupid question..." the man said disdainfully, "Of course, I'm going to train your asshole. You know, the first time is always uncomfortable... so I'll be deliberately rough, and after a few tries, you'll slowly come to love the feeling.
Hehe."
"Bastard!" the wife protested against the man's impending actions. She struggled against her restrained body, trying to use her hands to remove the evil device from her anus.
"You're already like a fish on a chopping board, don't resist." The man's gentle tone meant he was about to make a move. He grabbed Qiu's head and slammed it hard on the desk.
The wife let out a wail, seeing stars. The man turned around, grabbed a bundle of hemp rope, and slowly began to tie Qiu up. Her slender hands were pulled behind her back and quickly tied into knots. The rope, a symbol of restraint, tightly bound her arms and neck.
"Ugh..." The wife gasped, dizzy, watching everything from the corner of her eye on the screen. Her anger burned, but her body wouldn't obey her.
The man picked up a large medical syringe, spraying a little liquid from the nozzle. He smiled cruelly and pointed the syringe at her dilated anus. He licked his lips and said, "Hate me!"
"Oh..." The jet of water shot into her rectum without obstruction, the icy stimulation instantly filling Qiu's nerves, her muscles contracting rapidly. The liquid slowly flowed out again, dripping unimpeded from her anus.
Her expression showed her discomfort, the discomfort of diarrhea, and the helplessness of incontinence.
Even worse, the simultaneous broadcast on the screen felt like a second trauma to her. This
intriguing new trick piqued the man's playful instincts. He watched the water jet spray into her anus and the contractions, enjoying the slow trickle of water dripping from the opening onto the ground. His body remained erect, a large bulge forming in his crotch.
After a few repetitions, the man seemed to lose interest, pulling the rope to lift his wife up; she gave him a disdainful look, glaring at him haughtily and defiantly.
The screen behind them played a scene of their eye contact.
"To be honest, I want to slap you hard right now," his wife said through gritted teeth.
"Come on!" the man grinned, tapping his cheek lightly with his fingers, saying, "After you hit the left, remember to hit the right."
His wife sighed, calming her escalating anger. She was utterly helpless against the man before her, finally giving in resignedly, "Whatever! Just finish and let me go."
"I really hate your attitude right now..." The man's expression was hidden behind a mask, impossible to see clearly. But he revealed a rare gentle tone, speaking softly, "...I really don't want to let you off so easily..."
Panic was his wife's current emotion. The man's gentle tone lingered in her ear, and cold sweat broke out on her back, unable to imagine what would happen next.
The man threw the syringe aside, took out a paper bag, and dumped its contents onto the table.
Instantly, she trembled violently.
A dozen enema bulbs...
Her beloved Qiu seemed to sense that all the liquid inside those enema bulbs would soon enter her body.
The man forced her back onto the desk.
This time, his wife was lying face down on it, her buttocks raised high. A speculum was still inserted, a rather humiliating position. On the projection screen, the man unscrewed the nozzle of the enema bulb, aimed it at the unclosable anus, and injected all the medicine little by little.
"Oh..." This feeling was even more indescribable than the previous defilement. The enema solution flowed deep into her rectum, freezing the tender flesh wherever it went.
"Oh...oh...ah...um...oh oh..."
One, two, three, four, five, six... The man repeated his actions without pause until the enema bulbs in his hand were completely deflated.
His wife's eyes were glazed, as if savoring the flow of the solution within her rectum. Seconds ticked by, and suddenly, she closed her eyes tightly, her beautiful face contorted in pain.
"Ah..." She bit her lip, as if about to draw blood. The enema response grew clearer in her anus; she instinctively clenched her buttocks, only then realizing her anus was being dilated.
"Starting to experience the beauty of an enema, huh?" the man chuckled slyly.
His wife remained silent, not because she didn't want to scold him, but because the urge to defecate was growing stronger. She resisted the intense urge, unable to speak.
"Hehe... It was cold at first, so it didn't have much effect. Can you feel it getting warmer?
That means it's about to unleash its power. Qiu, are you looking forward to that scene as much as I am?" the man mocked.
She had silently cursed him a thousand times in her heart... her endurance was nearing its limit. The enema fluid seemed to boil, making a bubbling sound.
"Let me go..." the wife managed to utter.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you."
The wife groaned, her attention completely focused on her anus, the cramping pain in her abdomen assaulting her, making her constantly try to lift her buttocks. Otherwise, if she relaxed, the enema fluid would definitely spray out.
"Please... um... please..."
the man looked at his suffering wife with great satisfaction. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, as if struck by inspiration. He held her buttocks with both hands and began to rock her back and forth, side to side.
"Gurgle gurgle..."
"No... no..." The chilling sound from her lower abdomen forced her to scream. The man's cruel actions triggered a powerful urge to defecate. She noticed liquid leaking from her opening, sending a desperate warning.
"Let's see how long you can hold it in!"
she cried. "Please...don't be so cruel..."
But the man remained unmoved, coldly replying, "I think I'm being lenient! You're being arrogant! I'm going to make you understand your place...you're just my sex toy."
"Ugh...uh...no..." Her face paled, and more and more liquid gushed out.
The man finally stopped his wicked actions and even kindly removed the speculum; the wife felt a moment of relief, temporarily escaping the embarrassment of defecation. However, she immediately realized that the pain in her abdomen hadn't subsided, but was increasing exponentially. Forcibly bound, she could only resist by clenching her anus.
"Let me go to the toilet..." she pleaded with difficulty.
"The answer is, my dear Qiu." The man produced a small manual pump as if by magic, asking, "Do you know how to use this?"
The wife, sweating profusely, shook her head.
“I’ll demonstrate for you myself!” The man pulled the rope and threw her back to the ground. The strong jolt caused a trickle of liquid to spurt from Qiu’s anus, but she forced it back down.
“Ugh…” Qiu writhed on the floor like a worm.
The man walked to the side and adjusted the camera lens so that the screen was always focused on his wife.
Once everything was done, he took the basin he had prepared and casually tossed it in front of her. He pulled down his pants and took out his penis.
“Splash, splash…” Yellowish, foul-smelling urine gushed down in front of his wife, into the basin. Some of the splashing urine sprayed onto her.
“Look closely, this is a rare sight…” The man took out a catheter and attached it to the pump. He threw one end into the basin and held the other end towards her.
“Don’t come any closer…” His wife instinctively recoiled in fear.
“Are you scared?” the man asked. He immediately subdued his wife and then inserted the catheter into her anus.
“No!” The brownish liquid in her rectum seemed to find an opening and rapidly gushed out of the catheter.
The man manipulated the pump, relentlessly squeezing the rubber bulb in his hand. Yellow urine entered the catheter, beginning its struggle against the brown liquid. The man squeezed faster, forcing the urine forward and pushing the brown liquid back.
My beloved Qiu's contorted face contorted even more with the retreat of the brown liquid; what had been expelled was being forced back into her body—the agony was indescribable. Soon, the brown liquid disappeared from the catheter, and the amount of yellow urine in the basin gradually decreased. Her stomach slowly swelled, resembling pregnancy.
"Oh...oh...ah...ahhh..."
Not only was what she had expelled forcibly expelled back into her body, but there was also something extra. This feeling was far more unbearable than before. The filth mixed with glycerin, mixed with the man's urine, felt not only shame but also utter filth. Her instinctive fastidiousness pierced her nerves like a sharp blade.
"Ah...ah...let me go..." Unnatural sweat poured down her face, her bloodless skin deathly pale.
The man said sinisterly, "Weren't you so fierce just now, my dear Qiu? What? You can't take it anymore! You should know, my revenge isn't over yet..."
"No...no...please...ah...stop..."
The man continued to pump air into her rectum. The urine in the basin gradually dried up, all of it flowing into Qiu's rectum. In addition, she could feel air slowly entering through the tube. Her stomach grew larger and larger, constantly making the sound of bubbles bursting.
"Glug glug..."
"Stop...stop, like this...I'll burst...burst..."
"The limits of the human body aren't just like this..." The masked man smiled, patting her head and comforting her, "Trust me, once the enema is over, I won't put anything else in."
"Let...let me go to the toilet..." His wife pleaded, her eyes almost rolling back.
"Sure." The man agreed. He pointed to his penis, which was half-erect and half-soft, and commanded, "Give me oral sex."
"You can go after I ejaculate." The man smiled brightly. "Before that, in case you can't achieve it, I've decided to give you a hand."
He took out a specially made anal plug, removed the catheter, and replaced it with the plug.
"Huff..." She gasped, her face pale.
Although it temporarily blocked her anus, it didn't clear out the filthy mixture inside. The anal plug only made the urge to defecate stronger; she knew her anus was spasming, as if it was about to vomit out the filth inside. But even if she pretended not to notice, the projected screen faithfully showed her what was happening.
His wife opened her mouth wide, sucking on his penis. The penis slowly slid into her mouth, the peristalsis in her throat becoming intense, air being squeezed out, her mouth completely filled.
Now, the tip of the man's penis was inserted into his wife's throat, without any forceful movement, just tightly intertwined with the esophageal wall.
"Chirp... tsk tsk..."
Obscene sucking sounds continued, she focused on giving the man oral sex, concentrating on serving his penis, thereby relieving the pressure from his buttocks on her.
"Not bad, Qiu. You're usually so averse to oral sex, but you're actually quite good at it," the man said, humiliating her.
Her body trembled, and she wanted to spit out the filthy thing in her mouth. But she didn't, because all she could think about was relieving herself. The faster the man ejaculated, the faster she could get to the toilet.
"Do you hate me?" the man asked, fiddling with her bangs.
She ignored him, glaring at him instead. Her bound hands were useless, forcing her to rely on her mouth. She spat out his penis, her tongue swirling around the glans, her lips parting the foreskin, licking all the way down to the base.
"Oh..." the man groaned with pleasure.
Time was more merciless than the man. The intense abdominal cramps that had subsided slightly began to subside, and Qiu's movements gradually slowed. At that moment, my beloved Qiu did something that was once impossible for her—she licked his anus.
The man trembled with excitement, and clear fluid secreted from his urethra. She muttered, "Damn... Oh... That's fucking good... Mmm..."
Before she could finish, the man grabbed her head and shoved his penis into her mouth. A large amount of semen instantly filled Qiu's mouth, causing her to cough incessantly. Semen flooded her entire mouth, forcing her to swallow some, the rest she vomited on the ground.
"Cough cough... I... I did it, let... let me go... to the toilet..." Semen dribbled from her lips, her expression incredibly alluring.
"Okay, go ahead." The man nodded, his hand still tightly gripping the rope.
"You..." His wife couldn't think of anything to curse him with. However, the urge to defecate was far more important than any angry outburst.
The man then loosened the rope binding her and removed the anal plug, mocking, "Hey, if you don't hurry, you're going to spurt out."
Finally, she mustered her last strength, desperately tightening her anus, and crawled towards the toilet on all fours. She writhed and crawled, simultaneously resisting the tight collar around her neck. She encouraged herself, saying, "Almost there...almost there..."
She crossed the study doorway, climbed into the hallway, and was less than five meters from the toilet door.
She raised her neck, her right hand outstretched.
Four meters...
her left hand followed, sweat dripping down.
Three meters...
she quickened her pace, feeling the pressure on her neck lessen, as if the man had released her.
Two meters...
she laughed.
One meter!
Despair descended; she found herself unable to move forward another step. Her wife slowly turned her head back to look; the collar's rope had somehow become perfectly integrated with the desk, and no one could separate them.
"No!! I don't want to!! No—" she struggled wildly towards the toilet door, grabbing nothing. At the same time, her anus could no longer tighten, and powerful gushes of fecal water gushed out.
The foul-smelling liquid and lumps erupted like a volcanic eruption, splashing across the hallway. Accompanied by incessant farting sounds, a nauseating stench filled the air, forcing one to cover their nose and ears.
"No...no..."
Her face was beyond pale; her pupils were glazed over, and even the courage to scream had been taken from her. Tears and saliva streamed down her flushed face, making it glisten. It was unimaginable that just moments before she had been a strong, independent woman, now she was a pitiful, frail figure.
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What have you done?
What have you done now?
What have you done?
What have you done now?
It's over... I stared silently at the flickering narration on the screen. I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't muster any anger.
If Qiu were standing in front of me now, perhaps I would want to slap her, or...would I gently hug her and softly comfort her? It
was definitely not the latter.
The movie had ended, but Y hadn't appeared. Only the rock songs from the film kept me company. Just as Y had said, even if I zoomed in to the end, it was all in vain.
Because that damn bastard hadn't left any clues at all!
What do I do now? I lost my way.
Should I operate the projector and watch the film again, trying to find clues? I couldn't do it. I would rather die than watch this awful movie again.
Should I search every room in the house? Maybe I could find other clues about Qiu… or another video of her being disciplined… This torment seemed to be destroying me.
Having grown accustomed to the gloomy atmosphere and smell in the house, my brain, which had been frozen in place, began to think again: where should I go next? I walked outside the study and looked down the hallway. The
last place Qiu stood was the toilet; she hadn't gone in immediately, leaving traces outside. I walked dejectedly to the toilet, using a simple coin to open it.
The scene inside was pure white; the uniform decorations told me they were tiles. The flawless, clean world was a stark contrast to the outside. A smell caught my attention, and I went to the toilet. The toilet bowl was clean all around, but there was no clear water inside.
A section of plastic rope was sticking out of the surface, the rest buried under a layer of indescribable... like Qiu's sprayed excrement mixed with a clump of hair and rotting mud.
I endured the stench emanating from the rotting matter as I turned over it, and finally pulled out a plastic bag containing a black, square object. I spent a moment opening the bag... inside was one of Qiu's nude photos. In the photo, her naked body had two words written on her stomach:
"Living Room."
She left the toilet without looking back. My heart was still pounding; I had expected something disgusting to happen in the toilet, but to my surprise, nothing happened. I still clutched the crumpled photo in my palm, probably one of those obscene pictures.
I could smell gunpowder in my nostrils, and my pent-up anger rekindled. I remained remarkably calm, a cold facade concealing an uncontrollable raging fire.
A few steps later, I reached the stairwell leading to the first floor. I noticed the nightlight at the stairwell corner was still on. Only then did I realize the sunlight outside was no longer the glaring golden yellow, but had softened. The surrounding temperature had dropped, and the shade felt cool on my skin.
I glanced at my watch; it was four in the afternoon. Unbeknownst to me, I had been home for almost four hours.
Excluding exploration time, I spent almost all of my time watching Y's meticulously prepared video.
The first floor was beckoning me. I realized my thoughts were unusually clear, as if I foresaw what scene was about to unfold before me. The end of the second floor represented half the journey, meaning I still had half to go.
"Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!"
The sound of footsteps echoed along the wooden stairs. I deliberately increased the weight of my steps to bolster my courage. To be honest, it would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid.
My collapsing nerves gradually numbed, replaced by more questions. How did Qiu and that man get together? It felt like an affair, but something was vaguely unusual. The tone of their conversation suggested they were close friends or relatives, but none of them matched my description. Finally, there was the man who gave me a friendly feeling… I think I must know that masked man. But at this stage, I can't remember who he is.
Initially, I was indeed very dissatisfied and annoyed. With the second film, it seemed the man could satisfy the dark side hidden deep within me. It wasn't that I hadn't fantasized about abusing Qiu like that, but morally it wouldn't allow it.
Wait… what's wrong with me? I
remembered her saying to me, "Yong, you're such a repressed pervert, I always feel like you have many secrets… but one day I'll see through you."
That day, I just laughed it off. I know myself best; how could I not know what's inside me? Today, this memory suddenly came to mind. I can't believe someone could understand me better than I understand myself.
Memories flooded back, the past was beautiful, joyful, and dreamlike. I searched every memory in my mind, trying to find a reasonable explanation for today's events. I met
Qiu because we were classmates in university, but the key to our acquaintance was my writing. I became
obsessed with writing in university, perhaps a gift from heaven, and produced many moving works. That's how I met Qiu, a female classmate who was very interested in my work at the time.
In the blink of an eye, we graduated together. She continued her studies, while I was drafted into the army for training. Although my enlistment was rather rushed, and we were separated for a long time, it didn't affect our relationship. Cell phones and text messages became our daily communication tools. We cherished our relationship, so after my discharge, I formally confessed my feelings to her. Thankfully, she didn't reject me, and we naturally got together.
Discharge meant unemployment. Although I was disheartened for a while, I quickly recovered. On a friend's recommendation, I started short-term jobs, and then, with a stroke of luck, I landed a full-time job.
With this job, I was full of ambition. I partnered with a few classmates and friends to venture into the chaotic world of the stock market. After much effort, we made a fortune during a stock market crash. At the same time, the company rapidly merged. Favored by my supervisor, I rose to a higher position. Successful
in my career, and with a beloved girlfriend, Qiu and I finally walked down the aisle together, witnessed by both our parents. Like a fairy tale, it was a perfect ending for the prince and princess.
Until a few weeks ago, I went abroad on business and unexpectedly returned home, and everything changed instantly.
Thinking about this, I realized with horror that I had absolutely no memory of Qiu in the latter half of my life. Most of our memories were from before I started working.
The only thing I remembered was that Qiu quit her job when I was doing very well, and I was quite happy, thinking she did it for me. But not long after, she found a new job and became a white-collar worker. At the time, I was still somewhat dissatisfied with her.
What had I done?!
I neglected Qiu, taking her for granted. Although I showered her with gifts and sweet words on her birthday and holidays, I never paid attention to her life.
I am her husband, her closest lover, and family. But I only cared about myself, about my job, and about money. I don't know when it happened, but I went from being her center to being myself… So her affair seems like a plausible explanation. But her infidelity was an undeniable fact. I couldn't believe it, but the evidence was right in front of me.
What intrigued me was her relationship with that masked man. Although she enjoyed the ultimate pleasure she couldn't get from me, I knew her feelings for me still existed.
The masked man gave her desire; I gave her love… Could that be an explanation?
My mind raced, considering various answers. Just then, I passed the corner of the stairs. The nightlight illuminated my body, casting a long shadow.
"Splash, splash…" I heard a torrential downpour outside. The entire room was suddenly plunged into darkness, like a flashlight running out of power, gradually dimming and fading.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" These sounds came from down the stairs in the dimness.
These sounds, like blood, slowly flowed through my veins. My hands touched the cold handle, hesitant to descend.
The sounds, carried by the darkness, gradually became clearer. The air was a bit chilly, the cold air brushing against my cheeks. It smelled of rust, and a growing damp, musty odor. My eyelids felt heavy, my eyelashes blinked unconsciously, etching the gray-black world into my hazy pupils.
Fear seeped into my very bones.
Time passed slowly, and first I felt my nerves return to normal; the fine hairs on my skin transmitted the sensation of being caressed by the air, a continuous, intermittent cycle, and my feet followed suit.
I saw a line of words written on the floor tiles at the end of the stairs:
"Seeing What I See."
I stepped onto the ground floor, which was paved with off-white tiles. A few steps to the left was my guest room, its door wide open, revealing only scattered clothes inside. Further on, I entered the living room.
The first thing I saw were the white spotlights in the four corners of the living room. Their unusual design suggested they were stage lights. Now, the lights hung emptily, without power.
Next, several chains hung from the ceiling, the ends of which were fitted with handcuffs, and there were also several iron shackles on the floor. The coffee table in the living room wasn't where it should be; the rocking horse had taken it.
To some extent, the rocking horse was indeed modeled after a children's toy. The difference was, it was a giant rocking horse. One meter high and one and a half meters wide, a solid metal prop, it was really unsuitable for children; it was more practical for adults to ride.
But the pointed back of the rocking horse gleamed silver, which was rather unappealing. I seemed to see a hallucination: Qiu, her hands bound by chains, riding the rocking horse, moaning.
Next to her was a stick-shaped gag and a whip; Qiu could only make "woo-woo" sounds as the masked man whipped her relentlessly.
The floor was still filthy and scarred, with remnants of excrement and secretions, a testament to the intense scene.
I… I was actually calmly analyzing it.
Thinking about this, my stomach acid churned, and I started vomiting again. There was no food in my stomach; only bile came out.
Two remote controls were fixed to the rocking horse's mouth, one for the TV and one for the DVD. I yanked them off .

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