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The boy's question made the girl suddenly open her eyes. Seeing me, she smiled and interjected calmly, "Want to work with the manager? He's still a long way off... I haven't even gotten a turn yet..."
The bewildered man saw me and handed me a bright red admission ticket. "Where is this... I don't even know how I got here."

My steps, guided by fate, lingered in a spacious hall. The circular dome, the stained glass letting in dappled light, the exquisite murals and lifelike reliefs—behind the unassuming door was such a magnificent and opulent space. "Hello, esteemed guest." In the man's panic, a young lady appeared before him, wearing a bikini, unlike any other. Her

beautiful waistline, taut abdomen, and small pieces of fabric about the same size as her breasts clung to her hips. "What kind of child do you prefer?" The man, who had been taking a breath, was pulled up by the dreamy voice. A deep cleavage, an elegant neck, a delicate chin, dreamy lips—a woman's face was partially obscured by a white, plaster-like mask, her eyes, though their shape was indistinct, shone with an alluring light.
"I...no, no, I need to go back..." This place was too dreamy, too eerie. The man still retained a sliver of reason, struggling to turn back.

"You are a chosen, distinguished guest. Your presence here is destiny. With your voucher, everything here is free. And, absolutely confidential." I stood behind the man, whispering softly in his ear. His body stiffened, then he slowly turned around. I playfully tilted my head, my smile sincere yet cruel. "It would be too impolite of us to leave like this."

His eyes met mine, like lingering over the most precious gem in the world. The worry in his heart had probably faded, and the slight wariness from before had turned into arousal.
The girl's lower abdomen swelled slightly, it seemed that this little cat had exuded too much sweet nectar, drawing the tendrils deeper, back to that most primal, moist heat. Her large, dazed eyes, hazy, only retained the consciousness of opening her mouth to breathe. The penis of the foreign boy, after death, was stretched open and slippery, glistening with only a soft, squelching sound.

"I'm so sorry, I should have let you moisten your throat first." The man's voice was a little hoarse just now, probably due to nervousness.

"Saying something like 'even in death is an excuse'... you can't go back on your word." I scoffed, turned around, and sat down on the sofa. I watched as the space protected by the black cube gradually disappeared, and the girl, now back to her human form, walked over. "Are you full?"
My dutiful hostess gently pulled the strap of her right shoulder with her beautiful, slender index finger, revealing her full breasts. Her hands, seemingly small for her breasts, skillfully caressed her nipples, occasionally spreading her fingers to massage from the base of her breasts forward. The pink areolas stood erect, and the tender red nipples began to ooze fluid.

I could feel the man's body temperature rising rapidly, his adrenaline surging, and his heart racing. Oh well, every guest here needs time to adjust. I quietly retreated, and the man swallowed hard, watching my hostess fill the teacup she held in her left hand. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Please have some."

The man instinctively took the cup, his eyes still fixed on the firm, reddened nipples, still damp with fluid. "Is this alright...?" He stared incredulously at the liquid in the cup, a faint, sweet aroma wafting from his nose. Saliva welled up again, and with a jerk, he drank the milk. The next moment, he reached out to knead the firm breasts.

"Guest..." She deftly dodged his finger and deftly pulled the small triangular cloth over his chest again. "Your fantasy is over there." Following her finger, the man saw a door open in the distance, and a small figure stood by the door, draped in a thin veil, her body clearly visible.

"Oh, he actually prefers lolis. He's trying to take advantage of me." Watching the man stagger towards her, my lovely hostess pouted and complained.

"Any man would be aroused by such large breasts," I said with a faint smile, standing beside her.

Knowing she still wanted to say something, I pointed to the man who had already entered the room. That night, my guest also officially entered the perfect time he had long desired. Faced with the type of woman he subconsciously longed for most, no one could remain unmoved.

The eerie space, the luxurious decor, resembled an ancient medieval royal palace, awaiting the man's arrival. That small shop contained such a vast and deep space, such an exquisitely beautiful woman; no one else was visible, as if it had been specially created for him.

The woman who greeted him was petite and sweet, her youthful curves accentuated by a sheer veil. "Welcome with heart, my most honored guest." She knelt obediently on the bed, bowing respectfully, her slender neck curving gracefully. Her voice was dreamlike, clear and sweet, with a touch of girlish naiveté.

The man's heart pounded uncontrollably, remembering that the door had been tightly closed since his death. The girl raised her head, smiling gently. Her innocent eyes held a pure allure, everything about her perfect, dreamlike state.

"He... came to keep me company?" The man, barely managing to suppress his urges, finally made a firm decision, his legs already irrevocably drawing her to the bedside.
Unlike the women he had served before, this young woman possessed the perfect elasticity and tightness. Hot and slippery, it made him want to surrender immediately. His thick penis, of perfect size, slowly thrust in and out before the man withdrew from her wet depths.

"Of course, I... came for you." The girl smiled delicately, like a Barbie doll come to life. She stretched out her arms, her slender fingers climbing up the man's waist, slowly and gently caressing him.

Her smooth skin, taut muscles, and youthful allure were captivating. Bright red fingernails, warm fingertips, explored the man's chest, teasing that tiny spot. As if in response, the man lowered his head, and the woman moved to grasp his shapely figure, his firm breasts. She extended her tongue, licking the dark, luscious nipple until it hardened before opening her mouth to take it in.
Their clothes had somehow fallen away, and as those hands, like small snakes, began to slowly slide down, the man finally broke his resistance, took a deep breath, and pulled the girl into his arms.
It felt incredibly light, almost imperceptible, yet her body exuded a faint, milky fragrance, like an immature virgin. The girl, held in the man's arms, didn't struggle, still smiling sweetly at him, seemingly ready to be taken.

Touching her not-so-full breasts, even the nipples were small and delicate, an undeveloped pale pink, gradually becoming more alluring as the man kneaded them. "Mmm..." A slightly reproachful, coquettish sound followed by a thick nasal tone became filled with seductive allure. Her clear eyes shimmered with a captivating light, and the thirsty man tore off the thin veil that hindered his touch.
"Oh dear, this is a problem I can't explain..." The hungry cat looked back at me with a moment of horror, then tore off his clothes and turned his head away. "You still have time to think about such troublesome things?"

The girl, pinned to the bed, lay naked, her slightly rounded breasts, her clean legs... The small, unexplored grooves already gleamed with a moist sheen, clearly revealing their other features. Her long hair and delicate face were already filled with suppressed desire. The man licked her soft body, his rough fingers gliding over the unopened bud, causing the girl's body to tremble involuntarily.
He forced his way in, stretching open the folds, and the girl's screams quickly turned sweet. The boy's adult physique was in superb condition, his swaying buttocks equally taut, displaying beautiful lines. "Can I ask you a question?" "If the newcomers need practice, why isn't the manager personally training them?"

A soft, undisguised exclamation escaped her lips as her fingers excitedly probed into the deep valley. The slightly hesitant thrust only aroused the man's thrill. His already erect penis, the little hole just probed by fingers above it, the moist eye sockets, the slightly horrified look, the legs spread apart by her hands holding her ankles, and the glans already burning from the hot little hole—all these things tore at the man's nerves, and he thrust in without hesitation.

"Ah..." A gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure, escaped her lips, a thin trail of red blood flowing from their joined bodies.

"Ah, why won't you let me see?" The hostess, her interest piqued, turned away in displeasure. "You wanted me to study properly."

"It's mealtime, she doesn't like being watched." I leaned back on the sofa, still smiling at her. The club only took one client at a time, so I didn't need to wait at the door.

"Ha," the understanding girl stopped complaining, only slightly disappointed. "Do all men like losing their virginity?"

"It's just a kind of self-indulgence and a sense of security." I thought for a moment, then patted the girl who had snuggled up to me again. Her arm climbed onto my neck, her full breasts pressed against my chest. "When are you finally going to practice with me?" "

I seem to have disturbed you two?" The half-open door was pushed open, a slightly teasing female voice, with the clear, childlike voice of a young girl, but with a tall and slender figure.

"How could I?" I smiled and stood up. "Are you still satisfied?"

3. Meeting is fate.

"Where are you going?" My hostess asked with the curiosity of a newborn baby. "To solicit customers?"

I smiled slightly. "Sort of. Is he coming along?"

"Of course."

So we left the club. It was a crisp autumn day, neither suitable for me to be fully covered up, nor for her to be dressed in a cool, three-piece suit. No one glanced at us. If it weren't for her slightly swaying breasts, we would have been like a fleeting breeze as we strolled through the streets.

"Thank you for last time." I stood in the park, by the huge fountain, and an elderly woman saw me and stood up to bow. "It's inconvenient for me to come again, so I've troubled you to come in person."

"Don't be so modest. Our club is the one that's truly above the law! [The rest of the text is a series of seemingly unrelated phrases and sentences, likely from different sources.]" "This is the receipt." It was a black ticket, the once bright red admission ticket now charred black. The person took it blankly, tears streaming down their face.

"This is the knife you wanted, the one that killed me in my previous life." The woman offered the dagger, stained with dark brown blood, which I took with my black-gloved hand. "Now that my wish has been fulfilled, I'll take my leave."

"Please take care." The woman turned to dust and vanished. "Did she become a Buddha?" the girl beside me murmured.

"Hey, can you see that?" The girl turned around abruptly, her breasts swaying. Her two large, round breasts dazzled the man's eyes. The girl gave a wicked smile and lifted her small bra, which barely covered her nipples. Her rosy nipples gradually swelled and became erect in the air. "Oh dear, nosebleed. It's not very elegant, is it?"
"Honorable guest, have you taken a fancy to this girl of mine?" I took two steps forward and bowed.
"Ah... I don't think so." She happily climbed onto my body, but I gently pressed her down. "We have a guest, Ayakashi."

"He...they..." He looked at me, then at her, and finally at me again, forgetting to speak under my smiling gaze.

2.
"This figure may not be perfect, but it will definitely satisfy you..." I pulled the girl who followed me into my arms, one hand kneading her breasts. Her breasts, accentuated by my black gloves, appeared even whiter and softer. With a little pressure, her full breasts transformed into a seductive shape. "Mmm..." A soft moan escaped her lips, and her erect nipples glistened with moisture, their alluring color tempting me to lick them immediately.

"How about becoming our customer?"

"Anything is fine?" He swallowed hard.
"Won't we continue?" The girl leaned against me, clinging to my neck. I pulled down her bra, revealing her ample breasts.
"Of course." I smiled at the man.

"No fees... or anything?" The situation was too alluring and too strange; the man remembered to ask.

"If we're talking about fees..." I stroked the girl's chin, "Would you be willing to offer your soul to her?"

4 Immersed in Pleasure

"Welcome to the Married Women's Club." I gently pushed open the door, respectfully sending the unexpected guest inside. "Have fun."

The girl had already climbed onto the man's neck, her two large breasts rubbing against his wildly beating chest. "This is my first time serving a guest, he shouldn't be too picky." Like a cat that had been starving for too long finally smelling meat that could satisfy its hunger, she pressed her whole body against him. "Oh my, he really is obsessed with married women... Does he like large breasts that much?"

In the still glorious and luxurious hall, a row of naked women stood, some tall and some short, full and slender, the only thing they had in common was a pair of snow-white, large breasts. At this moment, they were all standing tall to welcome the man who entered. "Huh...? Wasn't this arranged by them?" The man struggled to speak, not knowing where to focus his gaze.

"Hmm...of course, it was our arrangement, perfectly in line with his wishes." The coquettish big cat pressed against the man's ear, her soft panting stimulating all his senses through his eardrums. He couldn't wait any longer and began to knead his own itchy breasts, the tender and elastic flesh feeling wonderful. His groin quickly went from energy to excitement.

"That's great, they...are all mine?" While kneading the girl beside him, the man couldn't help but lean closer to the row of smiling women.

"Of course, if you want, they are all yours. Everything here exists...for you." I explained languidly at the doorway, and the man looked back at my only exposed face. I gave him a professional, perfect smile.

"...Are they men...or women?" The man murmured, looking into my eyes.

The pink nipples, exuding a unique milky fragrance, were held by the girl and put into the man's mouth. "Mmm..." Such a delicious treat from heaven, if you don't eat it, someone will worry you. The man began to suckle, one hand kneading the full base of her breasts, the other reaching behind her to half-scratch and tease her pert buttocks.

Perhaps due to the combined stimulation of the caresses and her nipples, the girl's body became even smoother and more delicate, as if radiating a faint glow, a thin layer of sweat seeping from her skin. The cloying scent in the man's nostrils grew stronger. The girl herself was kneading her other, untouched breast, the soft, large body repeatedly striking the man's cheek, while her other hand reached down to his groin. His

burning penis, caressed by that small hand, was even more eager to be released, but the girl arched her back, her small hand forcefully reaching for his scrotum. The soft scrotum was gently pinched by that small hand, using a fraction of its strength. The large breasts of the girl, like silk, still occasionally obstructed the man's breathing. This was the sweetest, most tormenting punishment; nothing else in the world mattered, not even the various sexy women before him. Only these two even larger, round breasts, with their large areolas and small backs, kept dripping sweet liquid with their movements, making the man willing to bury his face in them and end it all.

Unfortunately, desire never ends. "Ah... sit on me..." the man rasped hoarsely between the breasts. The girl wrapped one leg around the man's waist. The hand that had been caressing the girl's body had already stopped at her wet vulva, gradually planting itself. Now, his fingers were sticky, some of the excess liquid sliding down the girl's leg, which was on the ground, along its alluring curves, while some dripped directly from the man's fingers to the knuckles.

The girl twisted her waist, her vulva occasionally brushing against the glans, which was already crying with impatience, leaving behind a few drops of clear liquid. It mingled with the seeping fluid, gleaming with a translucent luster. "Ah... I'm going crazy..."

the man growled, kneeling down and prostrating himself. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck and was pressed beneath him. Her breasts, now unsupported, slumped to the sides, still firm and rounded despite their enormous size, thanks to their superior elasticity.

"Mmm..." The girl's legs instinctively hooked around the man's waist, and the glans, pressed against his entrance, rubbed against his penis a couple of times before sliding in without hesitation into his tightly opening and closing vagina. The air was filled with the sweet, milky scent of her breasts, and the hot, throbbing shaft sent shivers through his entire body. He could no longer think, only instinctively withdrawing. In the moment of silence, only heavy breathing and the lewd sounds of flesh rubbing together filled the space.

The empty hall was gone, the rows of women who had stood there were gone, and all the man could see was the short, swaying breasts beneath him, which had captivated his senses. He could only hear her sweet breathing, stimulating his nerves and making him more and more aroused.

The slippery vagina, the fiery hot vagina, seared his already irrational brain, teasing his already ascended soul. The deepest part was contracting rhythmically, as if inviting him to go in deeper, deeper still. "Ah..." The girl's sweet moan suddenly intensified, her arms and legs clinging even tighter to the man's body. The external stimulation finally caused the man to ejaculate, pouring out his semen.

Her beautiful body, feeling the injected fluid for the first time, the warm throbbing of his penis, made the girl arch her back again, still lingering from the afterglow. "That's amazing... even if I died, it would be worth it..." The man buried his face in her large breasts, feeling utterly satisfied.

"Ah..." A slightly hoarse voice, the girl's slightly dazed eyes now focused all their attention on the process of her body receiving the essence. "The greedy little kitten has shown her true colors..." I stood in front of her, giving a warning before the man noticed.

Was it a warning? More intentional than anything else. Hearing my voice, the man lifted his arms, looking at me with confusion, then turning his gaze back to the girl. "Ah...!?" The man wasn't young, and such intense and unrestrained lovemaking had probably been a long time since he'd experienced it. Now, startled, his limp penis recoiled as he straightened up, withdrawing from the girl's body, shaking off a slick liquid. "What...what is this thing..."
"Just a moment of self-consciousness. As I said, this body isn't perfect, but it can completely satisfy you..." I slowly squatted down, gently pinching the girl's chin. She looked at me with an embarrassed smile. Clearly, such a tiger-striped body with narrow pupils and protruding fangs would frighten any human.

"But...she...they..." The man sat on the ground, wanting to run but his body was too weak. He had used up too much energy earlier, and now, over-frightened, his body was stiff. He could only barely move backward. "

Guest, you can't dine and dash here. My little kitten isn't full yet..." The girl beside me had already stood up with me.

"I...I want to separate..." With one hand raised, the girl lunged at the man, their figures and the man's screams carried together by a suddenly appearing black cube.

"Ah, welcome to the Married Women's Club." I placed my right hand on my left chest and bowed at a 45-degree angle to the guest. "You have been guided here by fate; the person you've been dreaming of is waiting for you here." I put on my most professional smile, my black gloves lightly touching the door beside me. The ornate yet heavy door opened smoothly, and I watched the man enter blankly. "Have a good time."
"Does this count as passing?" The boy propped himself up, looking at me.

"Yes, thank you for your hospitality." The girl kneeling beside my bound feet rested her head on my lap. "A greedy soul is more delicious than flesh."

"Hehehe..." I ruffled her hair. "An unexpected prey of Ayakashi, yet it is also fate's arrangement."

"Was I scary just now?"

"Sigh, are you really leaving...?" The girl, who had somehow reappeared in front of him, merely moved her lips lazily. Her transparent dress swayed, revealing her hot and beautiful body as she drew closer. Her slender fingers were already on the man's hard crotch. She smiled. The aloof beauty revealed a genuine smile, fleeting yet capable of captivating a nation and bewitching the mind.
"Hello, excuse me..." I raised an eyebrow in surprise as I saw the door open, revealing a little boy with a bewildered look in his eyes.

"Hello, welcome." I strode forward and knelt before the boy, who was only half my height. "Please tell me, what are your desires?"

"Desires? Where am I...? I clearly remember... I'm dead..." Clear eyes, a tainted soul, a mouthwatering allure.
"That's alright, this is a married women's club. For a fee, you can exchange for a voucher, which can fulfill any desire you desire." I explained meticulously and earnestly.
The contracted
man stared blankly at the young, beautiful figure. Her full, rounded breasts were completely exposed, the two small triangles barely covering her protruding back, the thin straps looking as if they might break at any moment.
"Any...desires?" Her eyes lit up, a flash of dazzling desire igniting them. "Even murder... is possible?"
"Of course. Murder is much easier than saving lives." I smiled, my usual professionalism. However… …“He’s a rare guest, so I’m giving him a discount. Tell him beforehand that the price he’ll have to pay is quite heavy.”

“Price?” The boy looked into my eyes, quite intently. “Murder… pay with your life… but I’m already dead, I don’t have the life to pay him back…”

“Heh…” His earnest answer made me chuckle. “Even without life, there’s still a soul. Without a soul, there’s no way to reincarnate. Even so, do you still want that person to die?”

“Yes…” His bewildered eyes turned obsessive, the boy frowned, and a deep hatred gathered in his eyes. Ha, if he didn’t have such a deep obsession, how could he have come here? A black glove touched his forehead, and an image of a person appeared in the air.

"Is it her?" The boy nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I know." I placed my hand, which had been resting on the image, as if touching a tangible object, and picked up a bright red ticket, placing it on the boy's forehead. "Please focus on this person." Obediently following my instructions, the boy closed his eyes, and the blood-red ticket vanished into thin air . "Alright, the invitation has been sent. Please wait for good news."

"So this little boy is so popular?" The hostess, who had been lazily observing from a distance, complained with dissatisfaction. "Looks like we'll have to keep him..." "
That depends on whether he wants to." I lowered my eyes, adjusting my gloves. "He is indeed a rare commodity."

Lying on the sofa, a girl rubbing against my legs like a cat, the sun outside was finally setting again, casting a warm, blood-red glow. "Get up, the guest is coming." I sat up, brushing my disheveled hair aside. I got up to greet the guest.

"I'm so curious, what kind of child will the guests choose this time?"

5 The value of desire
, like a living vine, filled the empty holes of the two. Following the rhythm of the two, the green stems swayed actively. What a bizarre and enchanting scene it was, the man and woman, almost suspended in mid-air, clinging to the huge colony, being violated, yet enjoying it.

"I've always been disgusted by such a vile name..." Women are perhaps always more cautious than men, so even if they do something, they won't be the first to be confused. Perhaps all they need to do is cry and pretend not to know, and everything will be fine.

"Wife, aren't you someone else's wife, beautiful lady? Tonight is your private night." My voice was as gentle as the afterglow of the setting sun. She looked into my eyes, seemingly unable to think of any rebuttal. I curled my lips and opened that heavy door for her, "Have a good time. This is a night that exists just for you."

The passageway, neither too wide nor too narrow, was lined with handsome young men. Fu Lama was strikingly handsome, with a charming and sunny disposition. They stood at a comfortable distance, bowing respectfully. The woman's steps were measured, a mixture of importance and curiosity. She walked on, step by step, seemingly unable to control herself, as if wanting to see what other men might be in this place.

After a long, winding journey, the path finally opened up, revealing a slender figure. As he approached, his features became more striking. His clear, childlike eyes stunned the woman. "Welcome, beautiful hostess. Thank you for inviting me tonight." The smile on his handsome face possessed an allure only an adult could have. The man, kneeling on one knee, had long legs and arms. He greeted the queen returning to her castle with the respect and humility of a knight.

"I...invited him?" The young, perfect man seemed like the lover she had once dreamed of. The woman stopped, realizing she was in a magnificent hall, like a palace.

"Of course, you are the master tonight. Everything here exists because of you." The reply, like a vow, like a love confession, led the woman to his hand and placed a respectful kiss on it. The woman didn't pull her hand away, only paused, the hesitation in her eyes gradually transforming into an unspeakable light.

He lay back on the sofa, the girl still staring intently at him, "Still curious? The children each guest chooses are, of course, the ones that best suit their tastes." It's just desire, born of the heart, and ultimately destroyed by the heart. Born from it, dying from it.

Please leave me with

this beautiful night, sinking into desire, never looking back, unable to look back.

A young, capable physique is the purest invitation to a woman with a slick past. That body, full of vitality, with its perfect lines, and most fatally, those almost childlike, pure, clear eyes, making the beast within clench its fists, ready to tear and trample.

Compared to the spacious yet empty hall, the smaller bedroom felt more secure. Tiny kisses tentatively landed on the woman's ear, gradually moving down her neck. It was ticklish and warm, like a tamed pet snuggling against her. The woman closed her eyes in pleasure, her hands slowly caressing her warm body.

Intentionally, responding to the woman's hands reaching down, he offered his half-erect member, while the man, his eyes always raised, long eyelashes concealing clear eyes beyond his years, yet strangely revealing a nakedly mocking seduction, gazed at the woman's face with a half-smile.

His hips moved gently, sometimes his breath coming in low pats, matching the rhythm of the woman's hands, his body covering hers, exuding an increasingly strong masculine scent. For centuries, this scent has bewitched the opposite sex, overwhelmed their minds, driven away their reason, and ignited their desire. Desire, wanting this perfect young body. Regardless of the price.

"Is he... the most popular here?" The difference between women and men is that in the heat of passion, they ask questions unrelated to love. Or perhaps, even now, he hadn't forgotten that deadly vanity. The slightly bluish veins on the fingers inserted into that thick black hair betrayed the owner's age.

"No, I'm not even really from here," the man's reply was somewhat unexpected. But he just smiled, moving himself down a little further, his already wet vulva, its deep red sheen a testament to its profound significance, or perhaps, simply representing the sins accumulated over the years. A cryptic smile flashed in the man's eyes, a smile that only made him seem even more seductive.

"Ah..." A tongue as smooth and agile as a snake parted the closed petals and probed the depths of the valley. The woman's words were replaced by gasps, and then she uttered intermittently, "Part-time job... Why haven't I seen this shop before..."

"Heh..." The man's smile was pure, like an innocent child, but his words were forceful, eliciting another moan from the woman. "That's because no one has desperately invited you."

"Desperately...invited?" The exquisite touch, the superb skill, yet, it also revealed a touch of naivety that made it all the more precious. The woman's limbs obeyed her own will, clinging to his body, welcoming the man's entry. Her remaining thoughts could no longer comprehend such subtle topics.

"Yes...desperately invited..." No longer slowly teasing, he became unstoppable, vigorously swaying his waist, plunging into the deepest part of the woman's body. The powerful thrusts and the not-so-obscure friction, the soft, squelching sounds... Soon, the room was filled with desire. The man's voice had a nasal tone, and his dark eyes, fixed on the swaying breasts, lacked any lustful gleam. "Giving it your all... the last vestiges of life after death..." "

Hey, why is this obscuring the beautiful scene?" The girl beside me frowned and complained, deliberately showing her sharp canine teeth, grinding them at me with a sharp, grating sound.

"Nobody feels comfortable being stared at while eating. Especially since it's his first time eating." I smiled lazily, ignoring her.

"Tsk tsk... a preference for newcomers, huh?" The girl clicked her tongue and blinked.

"He's not really our newcomer, he just asked to fulfill his desires himself, right?" My gaze shifted to the door. The door opened, and the boy entered, still small, but his eyes, though clear, were now intense.

"Not a... [unclear text - possibly a fragment of a sentence or paragraph]!"

"The rule is

, 'Aren't you going to reincarnate? After atonement, maybe there will still be a chance.' I shifted my position, propping myself up on the sofa. The boy looked at me, still focused.

'He clearly said that my soul is the value paid to him. I can't go to heaven or hell.' The boy looked at me, neither humble nor arrogant. After speaking, he even took off his clothes and smiled faintly. Two small dimples on his cheeks were incredibly charming.

I couldn't help but laugh, shrugging my shoulders. 'Since he agrees, of course I have no reason to refuse.' I lifted my long hair that stretched over my shoulders, stood up, and stretched out my hand. 'Hey, welcome to the Married Women's Club.'

The girl next to me, who always watched the excitement, couldn't help but speak up. 'Kiss the employer's gloves and sign the contract.' The boy did as he was told, black gloves, pale skin, and rosy lips. The moment we touched, he was enveloped in black light. 'Ah…' A pure moan mixed with complex emotions. After the flash, the tall, slender figure that had been serving customers earlier stood before me."

"Don't be too happy yet, he needs to remember the club's rules." No one is unhappy about suddenly becoming an adult, I interrupted him. "First, do your best to satisfy the guests. Don't be picky based on your own preferences." I pointed to the girl beside me with my black-gloved hand. "If you understand, show me."

"With her?" The girl lying on the sofa pouted and sat up. "She's not a guest." But the boy, seeing my raised eyebrows, wisely conceded, "Okay."

"Very good, this is the second rule: don't question the employer's proposal." I smiled contentedly, watching him face the girl. The girl opened her legs, and he took a deep breath. "Humans always use love as an excuse to ask for pleasure, yet they are unaware of the countless sins they commit that defile this sacred word. Cast aside human falsehood; this is merely a step in the process of eating."

The adult male and female figures were entwined together, and the large breasts under the small piece of fabric didn't seem to attract much attention from the boy. He merely kneaded them for a while as if it were business, the perky nipples pushing against the elastic fabric. His fingertips slid down the large, rounded breasts, hooking up the narrow fabric between her legs. The already moist vulva glistened with a crystal-clear light. He turned to look at me, his erection already reflexively sharp.

I smiled at the person looking at me. It was none of my business, as if I were watching a lighthearted TV drama. I slightly raised my hand, gesturing for him to enter. The boy frowned slightly, supporting his lower body with one hand, and thrust into the alluring, heat-radiating vulva.

"Hmm?" The girl opened her narrowed eyes and looked at the boy in confusion. Without explanation, she was simply turned over, her knees and arms supporting her body. The boy held her waist, and her buttocks instinctively arched upwards. His penis, lubricated by her own body, thrust irresistibly into her anus, relentlessly pounding in and out. "Ah..."

The boy's waist didn't stop moving, the soft, rhythmic smacking sounds clear and distinct. He seemed a little confused, but I shrugged and couldn't help but laugh. "Trying to figure out if I'm a man or a woman?" My voice was sweeter than the air in the room. The boy nodded. "Rule number three..." Vines sprouted from the ground, growing rapidly beneath their feet. "Don't speculate about my gender."

The vines climbing over their bodies, as if possessed, probed into the girl's wet, empty vulva. The vines, themselves covered in sticky fluid, offered no resistance, some even parting the boy's buttocks, caressing his newly revealed anus. Under my smiling gaze, they thrust in without hesitation.

"Mmm..." A soft groan escaped the boy's lips. His eyes held a mixture of suppressed pleasure and a rising, unfamiliar ecstasy. I shifted my position, resting my chin on my hand. "Does it really matter if I'm a man or a woman?"

But

this was my club; anything could happen here.

Her breasts, swaying wildly from her bent-over posture, were held tightly by the vines, their fullness and rosy backs appearing even more swollen and alluring under this gentle pressure.

The boy's buttocks looked even more muscular and powerful, their nascent tenderness revealing great potential. Perhaps it was because my plant had released ample lubrication, but even such a large vine hadn't harmed that delicate chrysanthemum. How could I allow my person to be hurt? I changed positions, the only sound in the room being the two of us panting.

"Ah..." It seemed he had reached his limit; the boy arched his back, as if he had released. His first time, he was now nearly exhausted.
"Well, it seems we need to rest." I made a judgment, seeing the two of them part, the girl's slightly swollen anus leaking a thick, white fluid, quite similar to the vine's secretions. However, they were two completely different things; the man's was bodily fluid, the vine's was an aphrodisiac lubricant.

"This is just a small punishment." I smiled, this little fool. "We've already signed a contract, haven't we? He's already mine, there's no way he can object."

With a light flick of my finger, the vines in their anuses swiftly withdrew, the withdrawal bringing them a strange pleasure once more. The plants vanished into thin air, leaving no trace, just as they had appeared. The two lay slumped on the ground, their skin flushed and radiant, their anuses, still unaccustomed to closing, slowly releasing milky fluid with each breath.

I stood up and walked to the boy. He looked at me, and I looked at his body. A beautiful creation; I felt satisfied with my own judgment. "Here, even though he did it himself, the receipt is

still for him." The black glans marked the fulfillment of his desire. Regaining the boy's body, the alluring marks all over his body seemed a bit excessive. Now, staring at the black receipt in his hand, he seemed somewhat lost in thought.
"The rest isn't really shop rules, but here's some advice. He's no longer connected to humanity; let go of all those unnecessary emotions." Only by truly letting go can one understand true freedom; otherwise, the so-called arduous life will never end.

"Huh, a newcomer? Or maybe cat food?" A beautiful female voice suddenly appeared amidst rising black smoke.

I raised my arm, and the smoke solidified, the black dissipated, and colorful light surrounded my arm, eventually transforming into a handsome man who grabbed my arm and sat down beside me. "I've told you so many times, don't you remember to knock?" A reproachful tone, but a smile remained. The child I hadn't seen in a long time actually appeared on his own, carrying a red admission ticket.

"Ah, please forgive me, dear, I took the order without permission." Despite his size being unsuitable for acting cute, he insisted on appearing childish. "He said he would repay any wrong, and he also said he would repay any kindness, didn't he?"

"Heh, I know." I took the red ticket, which gradually disappeared in my palm. Then, laughing, I tapped him on the head with my black-gloved hand. "Business isn't a bad thing, but don't use gluttony as an excuse."

"

Ah, welcome, esteemed guest." I stood at the club's entrance, awaiting the arrival of my guest. Somewhat unexpectedly, this guest was more handsome than I had imagined.

A composed middle-aged man, exuding both elegance and domineering presence. However, like all guests who come here, he seemed somewhat confused. "I didn't come here..."

"No, you are indeed our guest. You have an admission ticket, don't you?" I lowered my gaze slightly, continuing to smile, looking at the bright red invitation in his hand.

"How could that be? She has connections with our club." I maintained my welcoming tone, turning around to see a man staring intently at us, specifically at the figure of the girl beside me. "Looks like an unexpected guest."
"But I don't remember getting this equipment from anyone..." My attire probably looked suspicious—wearing so much in this season, with gloves and a hat, and thick, loose hair. He stared into my eyes.

"Where you come from isn't important, the key is that your arrival is fate, isn't it?" My laughter overflowed from my throat. My black gloves lightly touched the door, and it creaked open. "Well, welcome to the Married Women's Club, please enjoy yourself."

Behind the heavy wooden door came the melodious sound of a zither. The man followed the sound, surprised by the unexpected space he found. A bamboo grove, winding paths, and a thatched cottage from which the zither music was coming were all vaguely visible.

"Hello, sir, do you want to hear the zither or see someone?" As the man approached, he saw a small figure waiting outside the cottage. Upon entering, he discovered a girl wearing only a bikini, her large breasts voluptuous, staring at him unabashedly as she asked.

"Both to hear the zither and to see someone." The man, seemingly quite cultured, although he felt the girl was incongruous with the scene, He nodded again.

The girl didn't seem to mind; instead, she smiled at the man, gently pushing open the bamboo door of the thatched hut. The sound of her zither seemed to materialize, quickly pulling the man inside. "Too greedy, you'll be punished,"

the man said, oblivious to the girl's soft laughter outside. He stared at the girl playing the zither inside. She wore traditional Chinese casual clothing; he couldn't quite place it, yet he couldn't find a single flaw. The classical decor was completely out of step with modernity; the thatched hut was simple and elegant; the girl kneeling on the couch still appeared tall, her expression even slightly haughty. She simply kept her eyes downcast, plucking the strings of the violin with her fingers.
The man's initial surprise gradually subsided into polite restraint, transforming into pure bewilderment and admiration. Dressed in a suit and tie, he realized how incongruous his attire was. When the girl stopped playing and her bright eyes finally met his gaze, the man was astonished to find that his elegant ancient costume had become transparent. Beautiful curves, faintly visible, perfectly proportioned, the roundness concealed by the patterns and fabric... "He..."

"Teacher, you are our guest today, and everything is as you wish." The girl spoke, her lips barely curved in a smile, yet strangely alluring and aloof. Her cool voice ignited a burning passion within the man. "Everything here is prepared for you."

"All for me?" The man clearly wanted to ask if it included him too.

"Of course, it includes me too." The girl stood up, her long dress and long hair, her bare toes and pink toes moving with the grace of a bird, the pride of a cat, as she stood before the man. "Here, you can do whatever you want without worry."

"No more... I'm going back." The man's willpower was clearly stronger than most people's stubbornness; faced with his most perfect ambition, he could actually utter words of refusal.

The man had no chance of escape; the fine fabric of his clothes was peeled away by those delicate fingers, resting on his left chest. The wildly beating heart beneath his seemingly composed exterior was transmitted to the girl's heart through those slender hands. Those hands, smooth as magic, sent a tingling sensation as they traced his neck and lifted his chin. "Now... can you tell me what he wants to do...?"

Like moths drawn to a flame, men, regardless of status or age, possess instinct. When the temptation is strong enough, when instinct overwhelms reason, what unfolds in this quiet thatched hut is nothing more than the same fiery passion as other grand occasions.

The girl is lifted up by the man; she is not petite and delicate, nor is she busty and voluptuous. Her healthy, smooth lines and slender legs are wrapped around his waist, her buttocks half-supported in his arms and half-leaning against the table where the zither sits.

"So beautiful..." The man greedily inhaled the faint fragrance of the alluring figure and flowing hair in his arms. It was a fragrance he had never smelled before, unlike anything he had ever encountered on a luxury shelf. "It feels like a dream..."

"Hehe..." The girl turned her cheek slightly, letting the man rub his chin against her swan-like neck. Her eyes were half-closed, probably from pleasure. The man, following the movement downwards, missed the girl's expression that seemed out of place with her appearance. "This is not a dream, esteemed guest..."
"Welcome to the Married Women's Club, this is your paradise." I bowed deeply to the bewildered woman outside the door, who held a bright red admission ticket in her hand.
"If it weren't a dream..." The man's hand kneaded her firm, weightless breasts, his nimble fingers teasing her gradually rising back as he opened his mouth to kiss her. "What should I give him?"

"..." The girl paused for a moment, then giggled. She wrapped her arms around the man's shoulders, her torn clothes draped loosely over her arms and waist. "You really are an extraordinary guest..."

"Oh?" The man straightened up, looking down at the secret flower between her legs. A few glistening nectar beads glided between the dry petals, as if inviting him to bestow moisture upon it. The most fatal flaw is that the girl posing like this can only be described as beautiful, not decadent. "Since it's real, I should pay the price... free equipment is the most expensive."

Even with the penis beneath him shouting and ready to be released, the man can still rationally guard his last bit of caution. No wonder he can obtain such wealth and status in human society. I sat on the sofa, changed my position, and smiled with admiration, "This kid is afraid he can't handle it by himself." I suppressed the laughter that wanted to overflow from my throat and looked at the boy who was resting beside me like the girl who always liked to curl up at my feet and watch the show. "Should he go and help?"

"Is this the manager's guidance?" The boy should have already rested. He just looked at me, his serious expression with a hint of cuteness. I raised my eyebrows slightly to indicate that he was free. He shrugged helplessly, "Okay, but which prostitute should I talk to?"

"Those who are used to being condescending always have some fetishes that ordinary people can't imagine. We call it..." …quirks.” A hunter should be able to spot his prey’s weakness in the shortest possible time. I mischievously reminded him, and with a gentle wave of my hand, the boy’s retreating, youthful figure appeared in the scene before me.
“The shopkeeper is showing favoritism again,” the girl beside me protested, pressing her full breasts against my leg. “Why let him get a share instead of me?”

“That customer’s tastes aren’t his type.” I ruffled her hair. “In my eyes, every kid in the shop is the best.”

“What’s he doing here?” The dissatisfied girl looked at the young man who appeared. His physique in his prime was naturally incompatible with that of a middle-aged man. His unadorned, muscular body, without any extra words, pulled her into his arms after the middle-aged man released her. Her buttocks were kneaded, and a sharp finger slowly probed inside. Her small, dry anus, without lubrication, made her thirsty.

“The shopkeeper asked me to help.” Ignoring the so-called distinguished customer, I just held down the wriggling girl in my arms. The girl's pert buttocks were completely exposed as she lay on the table. The man, after answering her question, leaned down and opened his mouth.

"Thank you for your hospitality." The girl's face remained obedient and pretty, her large, watery eyes only now showing a different expression. "Rotting soul, tastes wonderful." "
Come on, let's go
!" The slippery heat of his wandering tongue caused the seemingly aloof girl to let out an alluring moan. Her small, pursed mouth turned pink and rosy. The man rose and used his own penis, thrusting in. "You little brat, not bad at all..." the girl complained softly, more like a coquettish grumble, swaying with the man's thrusts, her voice taking on a beautiful curve.

Holding the girl's thighs, the man turned around. What greeted the distinguished guest's eyes was the young, handsome man's penis entering the beautiful girl's body, her legs wide open, her chest heaving, her lips panting, and her empty, tearful vulva, unfilled. "Respected guest, may I ask, between the two of us, who do you prefer?"

12.
He's insane! Who does he want? I crossed my arms over my chest, a vague laugh escaping my throat. The kitten on my lap glanced at me instinctively, then shrank back.
Within my sight, the middle-aged man had already plunged his weapon into the girl's flower-like opening. The girl, sandwiched between him, couldn't help but let out alluring gasps. Her tight little opening must be just as tempting, the perfect moisture, slightly raw, stimulating the seasoned man to a point of restraint.

The fish has taken the bait. The man's eyes have changed. When he completely surrenders to the delicious meal before him, when he begins to gamble on the possibility that he'll be the lucky one who won't bite the hook, my children have won. A soft hum escapes my nose as I raise my hand to my ear. The premise of being demure and cautious is simply that the temptation isn't strong enough.

"Ah..." The girl felt increasingly intense thrusting in front of her, her body being rubbed by an ever-thickening shaft. The man behind her was merely cooperating, the two opposing forces amplifying the stimulation she felt. "Please go slower..."

"Slower...is that really okay?" The man who had been holding her down displayed stamina no less than the younger man behind her. He slowed his pace slightly, opting for a deeper penetration. The man sitting on the table was now bracing himself against the table with both hands, bearing the weight of the two men. The girl's legs were draped over the shoulders of the man in front of her.

"Mmm..." The girl's beautiful, snow-white body was flushed with a faint pink and a thin layer of sweat. Her breasts swayed with the man's rhythm, her eyes were glazed, her fragrance grew stronger, and the alluring light and sounds of their union... This made the man involuntarily increase the frequency of his movements. "Ah...it's too big...it'll die if this keeps up..."

The girl's scream sounded more like a soft moan. I rubbed my forehead, lifting the cat's chin. "Do you think this child is overacting?"

"But the customer seems to be enjoying it..." Yes, those crazed eyes, oblivious to everything around them. In this club, completely losing that shred of alertness and reason meant disillusionment.

"I'll die..." The man seemed to find the girl's words quite amusing. His hands kneaded those two perfectly sized, round breasts, applying slight pressure. "Since it's free..." The man straightened his back; he seemed to be nearing his limit. His features, which had been handsome just moments before, were now contorted with rage. "I'd rather die than not have to pay anything..."

"Ha..." The girl's hand, which had been nowhere to be seen, climbed onto the man's neck and pulled him towards her. After the man said those words, she happily pulled him into her arms as if she had heard sweet words of love. "You didn't have to give anything in the first place..." Her pretty face, the corners of her lips curving upwards, her voice as cold as when they first met, her eyes more ferocious than the man's, and the black mist that had somehow spread in the air, "What I want is your soul..."

The fragrance suddenly intensified, and the thick black mist between them protected them. Only the boy, who had been silent all along, withdrew. "He really isn't greedy..." I looked at the boy standing in front of me and sighed softly.

"Didn't he ask me to help?" The boy, who had regained his senses, leaned back calmly in a corner of the sofa, looking slightly tired. "Besides, that's a very important prey for him, isn't it?" I raised an eyebrow. The boy actually remembered what he had said when he came in.

"Why did he run away early?" The door to the room was pushed open, and the child, who had just finished eating, entered. He had returned to his original appearance, with a head of flamboyant, brightly colored hair, a tall figure, and charming eyes. He was still angry about the fact that he needed the boy's help, but he was also annoyed that the boy hadn't eaten with him to repay his debt of gratitude.

"I'm not hungry yet." The boy watched me walk towards him, and I handed him a charred admission ticket that appeared in my hand. "Can gender change?"

"How can he reveal his true form?" The girl beside me exclaimed in surprise (almost screaming). Curiosity killed the cat, but the boy remained unmoved.

"In this club, anything is possible." At my prompting glance, the girl revealed her markings, her cute tail, and ears. The boy's pupils contracted slightly, but his expression didn't change much. "There are many hermaphroditic creatures in nature," I kindly explained, admiring his composure. "Besides, this place used to belong to humans, just him and me."

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