The Silent World Episode 2

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Chapter 2:
I'm a typical nerdy guy. After graduating from university, I stayed home for two whole years. My life after that was supposed to be about finding a odd job under my parents' pressure, finding a "black fungus" (a derogatory term for a woman) as a backup plan, getting married, having kids, and growing old. But fate played a cruel joke on me. Everyone else in the world just stood there, completely unresponsive, while I wandered alone in this world. Luckily, now I have a beautiful young woman with me, even though she can't speak or express herself. But I'm no longer alone.
For three days, I had plenty of food, so I didn't have to go out. For three days, I constantly vented my frustrations on the young woman and Teacher Zhang. Actually, I'm not a pervert or anything, but every day I wake up to see the young woman's vibrant, naked body. Although her eyes are still vacant, she's still moving, especially when she's not going to the bathroom or obeying my orders to get something. She's always about an arm's length away from me. This distance allows me to easily see all her beauty, all her details. And no matter what she did, she never deliberately avoided me, so every day I was constantly waking up, getting erect, severely engorged, ejaculating, resting, and repeating the cycle. I would occasionally tease Teacher Zhang.
And I found that Teacher Zhang did respond, but very slowly and with difficulty, requiring a long period of my teasing before she would slowly become aroused. During this time, I could make the girl ejaculate a whole bottle of fluid.
"If this continues, I'll probably experience the process of dying from exhaustion." The girl and Teacher Zhang were covered in my semen, so I had to make them take a shower, mainly Teacher Zhang; as for the girl, I could just give her an order.
My legs were terribly weak, but I still dragged Teacher Zhang into the bathroom. I gave the girl the order to help her take a shower, and then I went out.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, I would occasionally look up at the crowd downstairs. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and I felt a little relieved. Actually, the girl didn't need many instructions from me. A simple command was enough for her to accomplish complex tasks, such as getting water, taking a bath, or eating. She could find the right place and things for herself, and she had distinct personal habits. For example, she drank water from a glass, washed her hair for a long time, and ate an apple and a glass of milk in the morning, an apple and two pieces of bread at noon, and an apple and a piece of bread in the evening. She would wash her bottom, face, and feet by herself every day without being told. As for washing her face in the morning, she probably did it herself; anyway, when I woke up, she was already standing in front of me with a glass of water, and her face was always clean.
The sound of running water was constant in the bathroom. I glanced at the clock; indeed, bathing is a huge undertaking for women. It had been an hour. I don't know where that petite body finds so many places to wash. When I was with Xiaoya before, I thought that women's genitals were complicated, so they took longer to wash. Later, after we got to know each other and bathed together, I realized that women usually just rinse their vulva with water; they don't actually go inside to wash. I drank something and noticed the food was noticeably less. "Sigh, I haven't been out for three days. I definitely need to go out and replenish my supplies today. Especially the apples; in a while, most of the fresh fruits and vegetables will probably spoil. I don't know how long this situation will last, so it seems I need to prepare for a long-term battle."
I made up my mind that I absolutely had to go out today. With a goal in mind, time seemed to drag on. I impatiently pushed open the bathroom door. The reason I closed the door and went to the living room was to avoid seeing the alluring scenery, but my impatience led me to barge in, and I immediately stood frozen at the doorway. The girl was facing away from the door, bending over with her small, pert buttocks sticking out, her legs straight, her heels slightly raised, her calves taut. Shapely thighs, straight calves, and between her shapely thighs was a pink peach. My penis began to revive. Her slender arms and fair fingers gathered the long hair that had fallen on the left side of her head behind her ear, and her head gently tossed to the left with the movement of her hand. The girl's movements became increasingly natural, from the blankness and dazedness of three days ago to her current ease. Every change was visible to me, fueling my arousal. If I didn't look into her eyes, she would seem like a girlfriend deeply in love. The girl was helping Teacher Zhang wash her buttocks and legs. I shifted my position, and the splashing water hit Teacher Zhang and the girl, landing on my legs. The girl gently rubbed Teacher Zhang's crotch with her right hand, then picked up a bath sponge and repeatedly wiped Teacher Zhang's plump buttocks. Teacher Zhang's buttocks were fair and soft, her anus a dark red outer ring and a bright red center, incredibly alluring. When the milky white semen shot onto her fair buttocks, flowing over her two-colored anus, the lewd feeling made me want to ejaculate on her every time, again and again, especially since her buttocks were covered in dried semen stains. No wonder the girl was so meticulous in cleaning her. The girl bent over, her breasts swaying with the movement of her hands. Her rosy areolas and nipples danced before my eyes. Teacher Zhang's breasts, only slightly smaller than the girl's, also swayed with her movements.
"I'm really not a pervert!" I cried out in my heart. I quickly stopped, my face pressed against the girl's buttocks, my nose lightly touching her vulva. The girl's buttocks tightened slightly, her pale brown anus contracting tightly before slowly blooming—such an adorable reaction. I stuck out my tongue, cupped her buttocks in my hands, and began licking the peach-like opening between her buttocks. Her clean vulva was so white and tender. I pressed my tongue deep into the crevice, gently teasing it. The girl's sensitivity, the wet, soft sensation from my tongue, made my penis throb and protest urgently. Soon, the girl's legs began to tremble slightly involuntarily as I licked her, revealing the sensitive clitoris peeking out from its protection. I lowered the girl's upper body, allowing me to better lick her entire private area. The girl's hands gripped Mr. Zhang's waist, her legs slightly bent, the fold of her body exposing her entire genitals. I gently took her clitoris into my mouth, lightly sweeping it around with my tongue, and the girl's fluids quickly soaked her entire vulva. The girl trembled all over, her full breasts hanging in front of her chest heaving. I reached through the girl's legs and grabbed one of her nipples; the nipple was erect, and I played with it with my fingers. My penis was already erect, the glans red like a branding iron. I stood up, positioned my penis erect against the girl's silky vulva, slid it up and down a bit, and then thrust it in hard against the vaginal opening. This is the feeling. My penis was instantly enveloped by her tight vagina, quietly feeling the intense heat of her vagina, as if it were melting my penetrating penis. I took a few breaths, savoring the pleasure of being enveloped and squeezed, and then began to thrust. The girl's smooth, delicate back, and Teacher Zhang's upright, fair back. The three of us formed the most lewd and alluring H-shape. I excitedly turned Teacher Zhang over, letting the girl hug her waist. The falling water splashed, pulling the two girls' hair tightly against their bodies. The water hit Teacher Zhang's breasts, splashed onto the girl's back, flowed down her buttocks, down her cleft, and down my abdomen as I thrust violently, creating bursts of mist. I lifted one of the girl's legs, opening her vulva wider, and I thrust forcefully. "
My back is a little sore again. I can't take it anymore. Looks like I need to work out. I must work out properly after this." I gasped for breath, thrusting desperately, the powerful thrusts occasionally hitting the soft flesh deep inside her vagina. The girl's panting filled the air, mingling with the sound of flowing water and the rhythmic thud of my lower abdomen against her snowy buttocks—a sound like heavenly music. "
Ah!" I roared, my life essence, along with my soul, shooting deep into the girl's heart.
The exhaustion afterward made me return to the sofa, my heart pounding, breathing heavily. After sitting for almost half an hour, the girl finally came out. I sat on the sofa, stunned, recovering my strength. I watched the naked girl drying her hair with a towel, her head tilted, her body angled, displaying her beautiful curves before me.
"She's trying to drain me dry,"
I thought, troubled. I quickly found my t-shirt and made her put it on. The girl put on the t-shirt right in front of me, and it slowly slid over her body, covering her snowy buttocks, the edges of which peeked out with every movement. I was truly defeated by her.
Oh right, there's Teacher Zhang in the bathroom. I went back into the bathroom. Looking at the dazed Teacher Zhang, I felt like crying. The vibrant, alluring one outside was too irresistible; this dull one inside was much better. The beautiful Teacher Zhang, at the moment I penetrated her and ejaculated, had her identity as a teacher, a wife, and a bespectacled woman vanished in the past three days. Compared to that alluring woman outside, at least for now, Teacher Zhang was like a high-end sex doll. As I was filled with emotion, I noticed the water in the bathroom was already above my ankles. After looking around for a while, I realized—damn, all the money in the house had been brought in with me when I went in and out of the bathroom, and after a few showers, the drain was clogged with banknotes. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, thinking, "I'm a successful person with so much money I don't know what to do with it, yet I can still clog the toilet with banknotes."
I wondered what the situation was like in the whole building; at least mine was unusable. Oh well, I'll go to the young girl's place. At least I could at least get her some clothes to wear. If this continued, I wouldn't be able to think of anything else; I'd just keep ejaculating on her. I couldn't help but wonder if newlyweds were like me.
I found some clothes, put them on, gave the girl some instructions, and followed her downstairs. We slowly made our way through the crowd; those I'd bumped into a few days ago were still lying on the ground in the same positions. Passing my parents, I stood there for a moment, then sighed, called the girl over, and the two of us carried my parents upstairs to their room, carefully placing them side-by-side on the sofa. My parents breathed quietly, listlessly, sitting together peacefully, just like those nights we used to sit side-by-side on the sofa watching TV. Tears welled up in my eyes. I found a damp cloth in the bathroom and, for the first time, wiped their not-so-dirty faces. I cried, knelt down, and kowtowed three times. I didn't know if my parents would wake up, or when. I'd never looked at them so closely when they were awake; the marks of time on their faces, the heartache they'd caused me. And I lost the chance to be filial to them. The child wishes to care for his parents, but they are no longer there.
Looking at the naked Ms. Zhang, I retrieved her key from downstairs and asked the girl to help me carry her into her bedroom, gently placing her on the bed and covering her with a blanket. Silently, I said in my heart, "I'm sorry, please wait here. If you have any memory, please forgive me for how I treated you these past few days."
I held the girl's hand the whole way, my heart heavy. We crossed the street to the opposite apartment complex. The girl's hand was soft and warm; holding it, the desolation in my heart was slowly soothed by her gentle touch. The girl's building was the most upscale in the entire complex, with a much larger elevator, but there were quite a few people standing inside, and it took some effort to clear them out. The girl pressed the button for the top floor. The 19th floor! The top floor! A duplex!
Entering the room, a sense of luxury washed over me. A red carpet lined the entrance, and to the right was a large dressing room filled with her family's clothes. Pushing open the door, motion-sensor lights automatically illuminated the dazzling array of suits and women's clothing, resembling a high-end boutique. One wall was lined with various styles of women's shoes, while the bottom two shelves held men's leather shoes of different materials. In the center was a glass display case filled with watches, ties, belts, headwear, and brooches—all seemingly belonging to her parents. I looked around in astonishment, then left with envy, walking through the short hallway. Suddenly, a living room, just like my own home, opened up before me. Unidentified plants adorned the space, and a huge yellow leather sofa was covered with a lush green mat. Green mat hangers draped over the backrests. On the wall behind the sofa hung a recent photo of her parents, smiling sweetly on a beach. The white sand, the crystal-clear azure water, and a milky-white cloud in the blue sky all contributed to the scene. On the huge glass coffee table sat bright red apples, and in one corner lay a pack of freshly opened Zhonghua cigarettes, missing only one cigarette. I sat down on the sofa, sinking into it; the cool touch of the bamboo mat instantly lessened the summer heat outside. I picked up a cigarette—a delicate Zippo lighter—and lit it with a click. With just the flame, I took a deep drag and casually slipped the lighter into my pocket. The television on the opposite wall was filled with static; beside the black screen, a vibrant green wall decal added a beautiful touch to the pristine white wall. I began to survey the girl's house, cigarette dangling from my lips. Everywhere was luxurious; I felt a surge of envy and resentment. I climbed the stairs; they were wooden, and even barefoot, they felt neither too hot nor too cold. The handrail was made of an unknown stone, cool to the touch. The curved staircase was quite gentle. When I reached the second floor, there was a large lounge area. On one side was a set of fabric sofas, and opposite was a computer mahjong table. In front of the sofas was a 40-inch tablet with an SP3 player plugged in. Below the TV was a dance mat. Starting from the sofa, one side of the wall and ceiling was pink, while the other side, where the mahjong machine was placed, was cream-colored. The clear division divided the lounge in two. Looking to the other side, there were three doors.
I opened them one by one. There was a study, next to which was a young girl's dressing room, filled with all sorts of clothes—cute, innocent, or seductive. One wall was covered with the girl's underwear, and the other side had all kinds of women's bags. In the middle was a glass display case with various earrings, hair accessories, women's watches, and necklaces.
Opposite the dressing room was the girl's bedroom, a large bedroom with pale red walls and ceilings, a pale red bed, a pale red computer desk, and even the computer itself was pale red. A row of dolls lay on the bed, and one wall was covered with books and various odds and ends. A red carpet covered the floor, and the window had been enlarged, with a small tea set mounted on the wall a meter off the ground. Next to the wall was a small pink chaise lounge.
I lay down and imagined the girl relaxing on a leisurely afternoon, reclining in the chair, gently picking up a fragrant teacup, taking a sip, glancing at the azure sky, picking up a book from the shelf, and quietly gazing at it in the afternoon sunlight. A wave of immense envy and jealousy washed over me, and I flicked my cigarette ash into the teacup. On the other side of the wall was the girl's private bathroom; no wonder there was only one door to her room on this side of the hallway. Listening to the rushing water inside, I suddenly hesitated. A girl as beautiful as her—only the rich second-generation could possibly be worthy of her. After seeing her home, she was the epitome of a beautiful, wealthy, and successful woman; perhaps only a select few elites were good enough for her. But I'm just a shut-in loser, I...
Damn, what's there to be afraid of? Even the most powerful, rich, and beautiful girls have lost their virginity to me. Even if her parents were standing in front of me now, I could proudly say, "I deflowered your girl." Uh, my heart suddenly sank a little. Forget about her parents, they're probably standing downstairs right now. What's there to be afraid of? I reached out and pushed the bathroom door. Hmm, I opened the bathroom door. On the right was a wall covered with floral tiles, and on the left was a mirror and a washbasin, with a long blue rubber mat under the floor. There was a large bamboo basket under the washbasin, apparently for the girl to dry off after washing. I walked past the washbasin, and a floor-to-ceiling glass sliding door appeared in front of me. Inside, water vapor swirled, and the girl was washing herself. Uh, I looked at my crotch, which was starting to bulge again, and said with a wry smile, "Brother, please let me go, if you keep going, I'm really going to die." I went out and walked to the second-floor lounge, pulled out another cigarette from my pocket, glanced at the clear blue sky outside the window, took a bottle of juice from the refrigerator, poured it on the sofa, and slowly sipped it while inhaling the cigarette.
The cool juice and the invigorating smell of the cigarette cleared my shocked mind a little. I was stunned when the girl came in; I didn't give her any instructions, and she went upstairs to take a shower. What did this mean? Why was only the girl like this? How did the girl's increasingly natural reaction come about? A huge wave of questions washed over me, a series of "whys" popping into my head. Why was everyone standing there blankly? Why were most people wearing pajamas or loungewear? Why were large shopping malls and supermarkets closed? What was inside? Countless questions remained unanswered. I became increasingly confused. I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.
When I woke up, the sun was already setting. I opened my eyes and saw the girl sitting on the sofa next to me, holding a water glass. I took the water and drank it. The girl picked up the glass and left, walking around the mahjong area. She opened a door. Damn, she forgot to say she didn't want any more water. Was she going to get more? I quickly followed her. Behind the door was a small toilet. The girl washed the glass inside, turned around and went out. She opened the sterilizer next to the water dispenser in the corner and put the glass in. That's fucking amazing. Is she more familiar with her own home and smarter than in my own?
I tried saying, "I'm hungry. I want something to eat. Is there anything hot?"
I had indeed been eating cold food for a month or so, and I really missed hot meals. I wondered if this delicate young woman would feel the same way. What happened next completely stunned me. The young woman came downstairs and into the kitchen, and actually made noodles for me! She even heated up some bread and made two cups of milk for herself. Eating the hot noodles and drinking the warm milk, I almost cried. It had been so long since I'd had anything hot. When I was home alone, I always ate cooked food and drank cold drinks. Even though it was the hot summer, I really wanted to eat food cooked for me!
Especially my mother's cooking. Today, someone actually made it for me! Although it was just a bowl of noodles, it was a small amount, but I felt the warmth of home.
After I finished eating, the young woman picked up the bowl and chopsticks in front of me and started washing them. I started talking to the young woman as soon as I finished eating, talking nonstop. I so hoped she would suddenly answer me. I talked for a long, long time, but the young woman still didn't react. The stand-up comedy had me on the verge of exploding with anger. Finally, I stormed downstairs and started walking around the courtyard of the apartment complex. I walked
in circles, and the girl, who had appeared sometime earlier, was still about arm's length away from me. My frustration intensified. I shouted at her, "Go back! Don't follow me! I want you to go back!"
She walked away without looking back. Watching her receding figure, I suddenly felt a pang of loss. I painfully fought back tears and ran home. I broke down in tears in front of my parents.
No matter how long I cried, my distraught parents wouldn't comfort or encourage me like they used to. I stood up. Money was scattered all over the floor, and my parents looked lost. A sense of desolation washed over me; home no longer felt like home. Where was I going? What was my future?
I walked desolately down the street, stumbling and falling. My home was gone, and I didn't want to see the girl anymore. Countless questions, countless mysteries. I needed someone to confide in, someone to comfort me, or even just someone to argue with. A surge of inexplicable anger dispelled the desolation, and I stared intently at the crowd and the world before me. Before me lay a normally bustling commercial street, many shops closed, while others remained open. Three women standing in a women's lingerie shop caught my eye.
A pair who appeared to be mother and daughter stood on a lingerie rack; the mother held a small bra in her hand, while the daughter stood near the entrance. A sales clerk stood behind them. The mother and clerk tilted their heads, looking outside, while the daughter kept her head down, motionless. I went inside and stood before the three.
The mother seemed to be in her early thirties, probably well-maintained; she wore light makeup, a black dress with a white lace vest, and large sunglasses—a very fashionable mom. Turning to the daughter, she wore a red butterfly hair clip in her short hair, a light blue floral short-sleeved top, and light blue shorts. Her breasts weren't large, but she exuded a youthful innocence. As for the sales clerk, forget it, she's ordinary, even in a business suit. I thought of countless time-stopping AVs. I mischievously ripped open the sales clerk's clothes, made her kneel, put my slightly aroused penis in her mouth, hugged my daughter, kissed her lips, and slipped my hand inside her shirt. Heh, she really is a naive little girl, her breasts small; my hand easily covered her entire breast. Looking at my mother's large breasts, hmm, they seem to be still developing.
I wonder if her genitals are also just starting to develop, and if she has any hair yet? My mother stood there blankly, still holding the bra, while I shamelessly caressed her daughter right in front of her. This is fucking exciting. My anger transformed into lewd desire. I unzipped my daughter's hot pants, unbuttoned them, and pulled them down. Inside was a small white panty with a small bow. I glanced back at my mother, probably with a lewd smile on her face, and pulled down my daughter's panty. A little girl, her upper body disheveled and lower body naked, stood at the entrance of the lingerie store. Her hot pants were hanging down to her ankles, and her underwear was draped diagonally over her knees. I reached out and touched her smooth, plump buttocks. I stroked her hairless pubic area a few times. The little girl's body was not fully developed, so after a couple of touches, I turned to her mother. First, I took off her large sunglasses. Her narrow eyes were lifeless, with faint crow's feet at the corners. I took off her vest. I unzipped the sleeve and pulled it all the way up to her buttocks, revealing a set of black lingerie that was so striking against her plump, white body.
I took off her dress, and the mother appeared half-naked before her daughter. Mature women are still more reliable. Although time had given her a little fullness, the breasts squeezed in her bra were so alluring. I took off her bra, and her large breasts sprang out, with large areolas and large nipples. My penis became erect. I stripped my daughter and the saleswoman naked. Three breasts of different sizes and shapes, from different stages of life, bloomed around me. I dragged the three of them to a nearby bedding store that was about to close. I
lifted them onto a large bed facing the entrance, positioning them with their hands behind their backs for support, chests out, legs spread wide, half-sitting on the bed, displaying their different breasts and private parts openly before me. With my erect penis, I slowly backed away, looking through the crowd at the three unique bodies inside. I shook my head and put the saleswoman on the ground. She was a bit thin and dark-skinned, appearing even darker between the mother and daughter, especially with the thick pubic hair between her legs. "You'll have to lie on the ground," I said.
Then I slowly backed away to admire the mother and daughter. The mother's large breasts, the daughter's small breasts, the mother's exaggeratedly slender waist and full hips, the daughter's youthful innocence—all were captivating. My mother's dark labia were adorned with a tuft of triangular hair, her labia minora brazenly exposed, tightly pressed together. My daughter's smooth, fair labia majora, tinged with rosy pink, peeked out slightly. I approached my mother, loosened her hair, letting it fall loosely over her shoulders. I stood at a distance, nodding. My mother's disheveled hair gave her a seductive and alluring appearance, while my daughter was innocent and adorable, so tender it made me want to ravage her. Looking at their striking resemblance, I couldn't help but think that such a seductive and alluring mature woman had once been so innocent and adorable. Such an innocent and adorable girl would one day become so seductive and alluring. Gradually, it was as if I were witnessing a woman's past and present lives.
No wonder so many men dream of having sex with a mother and daughter; the feeling of being in a different timeline is so wonderful. I went over and kissed my daughter's lips, kneading my mother's breasts. I sucked on my mother's breasts and teased my daughter's crotch. On one side, soft, full flesh; on the other, tight, smooth flesh.
This was a woman's present life; that was her past life. I laid my daughter on top of her mother, our lower bodies pressed tightly together. Smooth, rosy, and beautifully blooming. The stark contrast stimulated me; I was about to explode. I rummaged around, picking up a handbag from a woman on the street and emptying its contents onto the ground. I needed something to lubricate myself! Hand cream, sunscreen, even Yu Meijing (a popular Chinese skincare brand) would do. Looking at the scattered items, I searched anxiously. Damn! It really was Yu Meijing. I looked up at the owner of the items. "Excuse me, ma'am, you'll have to pick it up yourself when you're awake."
I returned to the bedside, looked at the genitals pressed together, and licked them. My daughter's small buttocks rested perfectly against my mother's wide hips. Below the rosy clitoris was the white, tender vulva, leading down to my mother's tightly pressed labia minora, and below that, the brown clitoris. I started licking my mother's labia minora, the dark labia minora playfully sliding in my mouth with the moisture of my saliva. Gradually, my tongue parted the pressed labia, licking inside, teasing the hidden clitoris, then moving upwards, scraping my tongue directly into my daughter's slit, kissing it. With both hands, I forcefully spread my mother's vaginal opening, inserting a full finger of Yu Meijing (a type of antiseptic), then applying more and inserting more until it became increasingly slippery. I smeared the excess Yu Meijing all over my mother's vulva, smeared it on my penis, pressed the engorged glans against my mother's vaginal opening, and thrust my hips forward, penetrating completely. I spat some saliva on my hand, smeared it on my daughter's tender lips, and teased her, my lower body throbbing incessantly. My mother's vagina, not in heat, felt a little tight. I thrust hard, and my daughter, lying on top of her, tilted to the side, revealing half of my mother's chest beneath me. I held their thighs tightly, and with each thrust, their breasts swayed and trembled. Behind us stood countless men and women, young and old, frozen in place. This gave me the indescribable pleasure of manipulating a mother and daughter in broad daylight, in full view of everyone. That indescribable pleasure fueled my violent thrusting into my mother beneath me. Her swaying breast stirred within me. I released my daughter, who slid to the side. My mother's breasts, no longer restrained, immediately bounced with each thrust. Looking at my daughter lying there, an wicked thought arose in my mind.
I grabbed her, kissed her hard on the lips, and then placed her head between my and her mother's joined bodies. I don't know if she could see my hard penis thrusting in and out of her mother's private parts without restraint. I could feel my mother's breasts bobbing with each powerful thrust, and my daughter's face brushing against my lower abdomen. A tremendous, perverse pleasure overwhelmed me. I roared, pried open my daughter's lips, and thrust in hard, ejaculating repeatedly into her little mouth. Watching my penis, just pulled from my mother's vagina, spraying into my daughter's mouth, my soul screamed. After a long while, my penis softened in my daughter's mouth. I pulled out, and my semen slowly dripped from the corner of my daughter's mouth. How could this be? This was my essence! I closed my daughter's mouth, letting her lie back on my mother's body. I was so tired. I fell asleep beside the mother and daughter.
(In the silent television building, a computer screen lit up again, then all the screens, flashing the words "Other targets are suddenly approaching, intercept... under continuous observation.") When I woke up again, it was already slightly bright. I got up. "So thirsty." I opened my eyes and realized I was in a shop on the street. The girl was standing in front of me, holding a cup. She had one of my clothes on her other arm. A sudden wave of emotion washed over me. The mother and daughter were lying naked together. I quickly covered them with the blanket, explaining to the girl with a hint of guilt, "I... I wasn't in a good mood yesterday, so..."
Suddenly, the girl pulled the blanket off. I quickly covered them again, genuinely embarrassed to let her see the mess left by my mother-daughter encounter the previous day. She pulled it off again. I could only cover them up while saying, "It's nothing, I was just in a bad mood too, please don't pull it off, okay?" "Don't pull it off! Yeah, I messed around yesterday, go ahead and yell at me, damn it, let's go home. You can look if you want." I turned to leave, but the girl grabbed me. "
What?"
The girl pointed at the mother and daughter with her other finger.
"Damn, it's a mother and daughter, so what? Don't pull me, look if you want." I was about to leave again. But the girl held me tightly. I turned around, about to yell at her, when I glanced at the mother and daughter. The daughter's eyes suddenly brightened, and she jerked violently.
The brightness faded, and her expression returned to its blank state. Then she looked at me, and I was stunned. As the daughter got out of bed and slowly walked towards me, I was too frightened to move.
The girl's gentle little hand landed in mine, which snapped me out of my daze. The girl held my hand with one hand and led her naked daughter with the other, while the mother remained lying in bed. I was walking down the street with two women, one a beautiful young girl, the other a naked little girl. When we passed the lingerie shop where I had spotted the mother and daughter, the girl stopped, pointed at the little girl, and then pointed at the lingerie shop. I was still dazed, but as I followed the girl's directions into the lingerie shop and started choosing lingerie for the little girl, it suddenly dawned on me. Holy crap, the girl was actually giving me instructions! In other words, she had developed her own thoughts and was communicating with me through gestures!
I turned the girl's face to examine her closely; her eyes remained lifeless. But she was indeed choosing lingerie for the little girl. And why did she find me today? I myself had wandered here aimlessly. Countless questions arose in my mind again. I looked at the little girl again; although I hadn't spoken to her yet, her eyes were just as lifeless as the girl's. I decided to try. I walked up to the little girl. The girl was choosing lingerie for her, trying on each piece on her, throwing the unsuitable ones on the floor. Soon, the lingerie shop floor was covered with all sorts of lingerie. I pointed to a spaghetti strap nightgown and said to the little girl, "I want you to wear this." The result was laughable. The little girl was about to reach for the nightgown when the girl beat her to it, holding the nightgown in her hand, ready to take off her clothes. The little girl saw this and walked straight over, snatching it from the girl's hand. Two lifeless girls were awkwardly fighting over a nightgown. I was speechless. Just as I was about to tell the girl to let go, the nightgown was ripped apart by the two girls. They both fell to the ground due to the momentum. I helped the girl up first, and when I was about to help the little girl, because I was bent over and half-squatting, my face turned right up to the little girl's crotch. The innocent girl's private parts were right under my nose. The absurdity and excitement of last night suddenly flashed through my mind, and then I thought that yesterday I had sex with my mother, but the little girl hadn't lost her virginity. "
Sigh, my body is really trash. No, I have to start exercising today. I must." After choosing underwear, the girl put a set of floral pure white underwear in front of me. "Give it to me? I'm not wearing it. Do you want me to make the little girl wear it? Damn it, give me an explanation!" I was truly defeated by the girl. I picked up the underwear and walked to the little girl. "I want you to put this on." The little girl quickly put it on. The girl turned and looked at the little girl, then took several sets of underwear of the same size and various colors from the shelf, put them in a plastic bag, took the little girl's hand, and stood next to me. This time, she didn't take my hand first. I turned and walked ahead, and after a while, the girl pulled me back, then stopped in front of a shop with its glass door tightly closed, pointing straight at it. I picked up a trash can from the roadside and smashed the glass hard, and the girl pulled the little girl inside. Until the sun was high in the sky, I don't know how many bags I was carrying or how many storefront doors I had smashed. It was painful. Accompanying two beautiful women with very different figures shopping was something I never dared to dream of before. Now, although it had become a reality in this situation, accompanying two beautiful women shopping was truly more painful than accompanying Xiaoya shopping before. Finally, I found a food stall cart on the roadside, threw everything off, piled seven or eight large, full plastic bags on top, and started doing the hard labor.
I observed the two girls closely. The young girl wore a pale yellow dress with a black sequined belt around her waist and cream-colored high-heeled sandals. She carried a small parasol, which she seemed to have gotten from somewhere, and walked beside me, shielding me from the sun. The little girl wore a white dress with a large red ribbon tied in a bow at the back, and was silently led by the young girl. The two girls walked side-by-side, almost the same height. I felt a surge of anticipation for the little girl's future. And so, under the midday sun, the two beautiful young girls and a laborer pushing a cart walked home.

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