My life^0^

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At midnight, Yang Zhijian picked up Xiao Cui from work at the convenience store and escorted her home. Xiao Cui's husband was imprisoned for drug possession, and
Zhijian, her neighbor, had escorted her home every night out of sympathy for the couple.
When they arrived home, Xiao Cui invited him in, made him a cup of coffee, and went to take a shower.
Yang Zhijian's wife had died a year ago, and he and Xiao Cui got along very well.
Suddenly, Xiao Cui screamed from the bathroom, and he rushed over to see what was wrong. It turned out the tap was broken, and water
was gushing from the bathroom, soaking Xiao Cui, who was wearing a bathrobe. He immediately took off his shirt and turned off the tap for her. Xiao Cui thanked him, but
suddenly blushed and hurriedly tried to leave the bathroom.
Nearly thirty years old, Xiao Cui was in her prime. She wasn't particularly beautiful or ugly, but her figure was extremely alluring.
She had a slender waist, a large bottom, and large, hot breasts. Soaked to the bone, her two full, juicy peaches almost bent her back. Now they
were fully exposed. The moment she stepped out the door, he followed, and they pressed together. Her large breasts pressed lightly against
his chest, like a blazing fire. He suddenly grabbed her waist.
Xiao Cui uttered a single "you" in terror, then fell silent. Her mouth was sealed by him, and he invaded her like a wild beast
. He quickly pulled down his pants, lifted her robe, and discovered she wasn't wearing underwear. His penis, like an electric shock,
plunged into her vagina. Xiao Cui trembled violently as if electrocuted, struggling in terror. His movements
were swift and fluid; as he entered her, his hands tore open her robe. She instinctively struggled, her large, white,
tender breasts sprang out in her panic, shaking violently.
He immediately grabbed them, kneading and pressing them, kissing her neck, her face, and her mouth wildly. His powerful
penis continued to rotate and thrust in and out of her vagina, as if emitting a powerful electric current.
She seemed to struggle, but the electric shock made her whole body tremble, her long hair danced wildly, her face flushed and paled in turns, her breathing rapid, and her
heart like a drum!
"You bastard!" she gasped, "How could you do this!"
The electric current exerted even greater power; Xiao Cui screamed and cried wildly, sometimes laughing maniacally, sometimes moaning, her body writhing like a snake
. She closed her eyes and clung to him tightly, while at the same time, his semen shot wildly into her vagina, splashing into her uterus.
Xiao Cui went limp, unsteady on her feet. Yang Zhijian carried her into the room, and they lay down on the bed, embracing each other. She caught her breath
, then gave him a look of mixed love and resentment, saying, "I never imagined you'd take advantage of me in my vulnerable state!"
He sighed deeply, "We're both in the same boat, sharing the same fate!"
She thought of her wicked husband and said resentfully, "I've given up on him!"
Seeing his lack of reaction, she couldn't help but look at him and ask, "Are you troubled?"
He lit a cigarette, watching the rising smoke, and said blankly, "Snowflake has been dead for a year!"
"I heard your wife drowned."
"Yes, she accidentally fell into a small pond in the countryside. I jumped in to save her, but she was already dead when I pulled her out!"
"You're a swimming coach, and you couldn't save her?"
"I jumped into the water to save her. She rushed towards me in terror, clinging to me tightly. We both sank, and I instinctively pushed
her away and ran ashore. When I went back into the water to save her, it was too late! For the past year, I've been tormented by my conscience, constantly asking
myself , 'Did I kill my wife?'"
"You've done your best, don't blame yourself anymore!"
He took a sad drag on his cigarette, then continued, "I suspect I let her die, no, to be precise, I intentionally
killed her!"
Xiao Cui was greatly surprised, glanced at him, and said with a smile, "Are you joking? The reason you feel guilty is because you
love her so much!"
Yang Zhijian sat up, silently finished his cigarette, and sullenly told her his story: "
Xuehua worked at the paging station; she was very beautiful. I met her by chance, and from then on, I picked her up
from work , just like I would pick you up. Too many people were pursuing her; to win her over, I had to use extraordinary methods." That evening,
I walked her home as usual. She invited me inside, saying her family had gone back to their hometown and she was worried about thieves breaking in. I went inside, and we looked around . We made sure
the windows were closed, but there were no thieves. She made me a cup of tea and went to take a shower.
I thought this was a rare opportunity, but I was also afraid of being rejected, and my mind was in turmoil. She came out wearing a see-through nightgown,
and surprisingly,
she wasn't wearing any underwear. I was both surprised and delighted, while she was both scared and ashamed. I stood up to greet her, but accidentally spilled the hot tea on her, and she screamed. I quickly removed her nightgown. At first, she resisted and struggled, but then she gave in. Half-naked, her two proud
breasts were scalded red by the hot water. I said it would be best to apply saliva to them so they wouldn't hurt and wouldn't leave scars.
Then , ignoring her protests, I gently kissed her breasts. Under the intense heat of passion, she was also confused. So I carried her to bed and
stripped her naked. But when she saw my large penis, she became frightened and struggled wildly.
I controlled her, kissing her firm breasts incessantly, my fingers rubbing her vulva. She trembled slightly,
closing her eyes in shame. Then I kissed her lips, whispering sweet nothings. Next, I gripped my penis, aimed, and gently
inserted a little. She was tense and afraid, yet also excited and curious, seemingly caught between a rock and a hard place. So I thrust in forcefully,
taking her with me amidst her moaning cries, and quickly ejaculated. She didn't seem to have reached orgasm yet, but we
married soon after.
I loved her deeply, and she loved me; we even swore to die on the same day.
I worked as a swimming instructor during the day and picked her up from the paging service at night. I suggested she apply for a day shift at her company, which she
did, but then, this happened!
Late that night, at 1 a.m., I picked my wife up from work as usual and we went home together, but while taking the elevator upstairs, we were threatened
with knives . The thieves followed us into the house, tied me up, and then ransacked the place.
Before leaving, one of the thieves glanced at Xuehua, who trembled with fear, her alluring breasts heaving.
Seeing her attractive appearance, he forcibly dragged her into the room.
I was furious, cursing them, but they beat me until my mouth bled. Xuehua struggled frantically, screaming for help. The thief pointed
a knife at my throat, forcing Xuehua to comply, threatening to kill me otherwise!
In a few swift movements, the thief tore off her clothes, as cruelly as skinning a frog! What was hateful was that they
raped her right in front of me, making me so angry I wanted to kill myself! Xuehua was mercilessly thrown onto the coffee table, struggling. One of the thieves stood
before her, grabbed her legs, raised her thighs, and then pushed her backward; his vile member gleamed like a burning red-hot...
The iron rod pierced her body, causing her to cry out in agony!
He tossed her legs around like a beast, thrusting vigorously, and in less than thirty seconds, the thief had ejaculated inside her.
He frantically squeezed her breasts. He closed his eyes and remained motionless, continuing to thrust into her vagina for a while before pulling out.
I will never forget Xuehua's pitiful screams!
Then, it was another lecher's turn. He pulled down his pants and eagerly attacked Xuehua. She stumbled and crawled, trying to
escape. But the lecher grabbed her from behind, squeezing her breasts tightly, and inserted his penis into her
wet vagina from behind amidst her cries. After thrusting for a while, he even forced his way into her anus, pounding wildly.
Her breasts, squeezed until they were blue, throbbed with fear, but she couldn't escape. The wet thief gripped her tightly, squeezing and
ravaging her as he vented his lust on her.
When the thief fled, Xuehua was lying on the ground, tortured to the point of near death. But she still struggled to hold on and untied me
. We didn't say a word, remaining silent for a full half hour. Suddenly, I frantically draped a blanket over
her, crying, "I'm useless! I can't protect you!"
She cried along with me, asking, "Will you forgive me?"
I could only say, "It's not your fault."
But from that moment on, Xuehua seemed like a different person. She became quiet, and when I was intimate with her, she became afraid,
as if I were a rapist. She stared at me with suspicion, as if asking, "You really don't mind?"
Her gaze felt like a sharp knife piercing me. I truly couldn't forget that nightmare.
When I made love with Xuehua at night, I wasn't excited at all; I couldn't get an erection at all, as if those two rapists were mocking me. Only when I was drunk,
or when I covered her head with her shirt inside out so I couldn't see her face, could I barely manage to finish.
And her performance was also very indifferent, as if she had never experienced an orgasm before. At that time, I wondered if she had changed her mind and
missed those two lecherous men?
Once, she suddenly said she wanted a divorce. She was truly self-aware, knowing she had no face to see me, thinking I
would never forgive her. Now that she was the one proposing, it wasn't that I was heartless; I was more than happy to accept it.
But strangely, I loved her even more madly and didn't want to be separated from her. Why? I don't know.
That day was a holiday, a hot summer day, and Xuehua and I went on a trip to the countryside. We went deep into the mountains, to a secluded place,
where there was a large pool several hundred square feet deep, the water clear but
also very deep. We sat down on the grass, facing the birdsong and fragrant flowers, all our worries vanished. I suddenly felt an unprecedented urge and pressed her down on the grass for a passionate kiss. I stripped her naked, and she
stripped me naked too. She even took the initiative to ride on top of me, my penis easily entering her vagina. But she got up, laughing
and running , like a forest fairy riding a white horse. Her full and firm breasts bounced as she ran. I played with her hands
, kneading and squeezing, watching her lewd smile, and eagerly responded to her. She quickly reached orgasm, collapsing weakly onto me,
panting and moaning.
I pressed myself against her, looking at her exhausted state. Suddenly, a look of fear appeared on her face, which puzzled me. But her
fear only fueled my desire. Looking at her, I forcefully thrust my penis inside her. She trembled, her eyes gleaming with lust,
yet still showing some fear. I thrust in and out vigorously twenty or thirty times, bringing her to a second orgasm.
After her wild screams, her eyes were smiling, her orifices open as she gasped for breath, her lips curving into a smile, and her large, white breasts bounced rapidly.
Her beautiful hair covered half her face, making her even more mysterious and lewd! She was the most wanton woman in the world! I excitedly squeezed her
large breasts , kissed her half-smiling lips wildly, and ejaculated into her vagina.
We rested for a while, then changed our clothes. Xuehua, in her red dress and green skirt, slipped on her high heels and happily walked towards
the shore of the large pool. One of her feet almost slipped, and I yelled
"Watch out!" which startled her, and she actually lost her footing and fell into the water. I thought about this incident again and again. I only yelled at Di to save her. But as time passed, I gradually
calmed down. It wasn't like that at all. When I yelled at her, I was shouting at her in a fit of rage, as if
I were accusing her, as if I were questioning her: "You were raped in front of me, how dare you face me?"
I also remembered something else: when Xuehua and I made love by the pool, she displayed an unprecedented lewdness, which aroused
and disgusted me greatly. A woman who had been raped, acting like this. And then, she suddenly showed a brief moment of
fear , exactly like when she was raped, which also fueled my anger.
That brief fear of hers was clearly directed at me. Why was she afraid of me? Could it be that she already knows I harbor murderous intent towards her
? It must be! Her lewd behavior fueled my murderous intent, and she knows it. She's my wife, so naturally she
's familiar with my actions. But she still trusts me, only harboring suspicion.
Yet, I still can't accept this thought. I'm madly in love with Xuehua, and I wouldn't agree to a divorce even if she wanted one—why would I want to kill her?
If I hadn't warned her to be careful, she might have accidentally fallen into the water. And I did try to save her!
But another voice sneered: "You're a swimming coach. If you didn't want her to die, how could you not save her?"
"She clung to me tightly; if you hadn't pushed her away, we would both have died!"
"After breaking her tight embrace, you could still have used the arm-holding or hair-pulling rescue method to get her ashore. Why did you get ashore first
? It's clearly refusing to help!"
I was speechless. Why? For the past year, I've constantly asked myself why.
My memory is a jumbled mess. It's as if when I jumped into the water to save her, she clung to me in extreme fear,
looking at me with the same terror she had when she was raped, making me feel ashamed and utterly humiliated. Suddenly, the scene of her rape
flashed before my eyes again, and I saw the lecherous men venting their lust on her, laughing maniacally as they gripped her breasts. I closed my eyes, and the two
lecherous men were mocking me.
I was so angry I wanted to kill myself, and I struck her head countless times, as if cursing her: "You harlot, do you
still have the face to see me? Die!"
Then, I swam ashore until she was still in the water, and only then did I go down to drag her dead body up! After
Yang Zhijian finished telling his story, he stared at Xiao Cui lying on her back for a long time before asking: "I killed my own wife,
don't you think?"
Xiao Cui's face turned ashen, and she lay there motionless, as if her pressure points had been acupunctured, unable to answer. He pulled back the blanket and saw
her two large breasts trembling slightly, and her whole body shivering as if from cold.
The following evening, Yang Zhijian didn't go to the convenience store to pick up Xiao Cui; instead, she felt relaxed and at ease. But when she opened the door...
Suddenly, he appeared, shocking and unsettling her. Xiao Cui could only invite him in. Zhi Jian talked with her for a full
hour before finally taking his leave, which made her very happy.
But an hour later, she was awakened from her sleep by a knock on the door. When she opened it, it was him again.
"You? Is something wrong?"
he said, closing the door. "I missed you and couldn't sleep."
Yang Zhi Jian embraced her, making her lean against the door. He unbuttoned her clothes and took them off. He took off his pants and kissed
her neck, face, and mouth, his hands fondling her large breasts. She was aroused and felt uncomfortable all over, closing her eyes and
swaying . When his penis was aimed at her open door, she said coyly, "What do you want to do? No!"
"Xiao Cui, do you know why I was waiting for you outside?"
"What reason?" she asked with a lewd smile.
"I originally came to kill you!"
Xiao Cui opened her eyes in fear and surprise, her large breasts trembling, but she seemed to be controlled and dared not move. Suddenly, he forcefully thrust
his penis into her vagina. She screamed, her face turning ashen, thinking she had been stabbed! Her whole body trembled
, then she dared not move again, only her large breasts quivering slightly.
He roughly squeezed her large breasts with both hands, bringing her back to consciousness.
"Are you scared?"
"Scared! How could I? You have no reason to kill me!"
He held Xiao Cui tightly, kissing her mouth and chest wildly, pressing hard against her large breasts, his penis thrusting violently below
. Xiao Cui gradually moaned, her heart pounding faster. But were those moans real or fake, was her heart pounding with lust or fear of him? She
herself didn't know, but to him, it was incredibly stimulating!
"It's all over now, I believe you won't report me."
"Of course not." She closed her eyes, trying not to look at him.
"Xiao Cui, I ask you, should a woman who has sex with another man die?"
She didn't know how to answer. She also had a husband, yet she was having sex with him now, but she gradually became afraid, her face turning deathly pale.
He thrust forcefully, rubbing her clitoris. With each thrust, Xiao Cui trembled with fear, as if she were being
stabbed . When he excitedly ejaculated into her, Xiao Cui trembled as if her whole body was cold, but feigned an orgasm, closing her eyes and moaning,
breathing heavily. It took her a long time before she dared to open her eyes to look at him.
"Are you still afraid of me? I told you the truth because I love you. Xuehua is dead, and I regret it. Do you love me?"
Xiao Cui was terrified and didn't know how to answer.

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