The Silent World Episode 8

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Chapter 8:
I'm a homebody, afraid of the complexities of the outside world, so I stay home, immersed in the online world.
One day, I suddenly woke up to find the online world had stopped. I stepped out of my room. The outside world had stopped too. I didn't know why, I didn't know what the future held. I woke up three women in succession, met a pockmarked man like myself, but I still couldn't find my way, I didn't even know why I had become one of those active people in this silent world. I only knew that I truly existed in this silent world.
Days passed, and in this silent world, I enjoyed a material life I could never have before. Three beautiful women, each different from the other, were completely at my beck and call, letting me do whatever I wanted. Walking down the street, I took whatever I wanted. I smoked the most expensive cigarettes, washed my feet with the most expensive wine, and used the most expensive silk clothes to wipe my feet and face. But my heart remained lonely, even though I knew there were others like me in faraway places, I was still lonely.
I often wake up startled from my dreams. This dream world, where I have complete freedom, often suddenly returns to normal when I'm happiest, often suddenly returns to normal when I'm most excited. I woke up as I struggled through a horde of angry people. Looking at the three beautiful women lying sprawled beside me, their faces distorted and twisted in my dream, their heart-wrenching cries tearing at my body, desperately retaliating for everything I had imposed upon them—I was powerless.
After venting my frustrations once more within Xiaoyun's body, I fell into a deep sleep. "
Chirp, chirp," a strange sound woke me. I opened my eyes. A four-clawed squid touched me with one soft, curved leg. I looked up. All around me was a shimmering green room. Where was I? "
Coo-coo-chirp, coo-coo..."
The four-clawed squid pulled out a flounder from behind its back, gesturing with one leg on it, shaking its head as it spoke. I raised my hand, trying to shoo the squid away, only to find that my waving arm was actually a squid's claw. "
Ah..."
I sat up abruptly, looking at the familiar room, my fingers, and then at the naked Xiaoyun beside me, drenched in sweat. I tapped my head. Damn it, another nightmare. The scene in the dream kept replaying: naked Xiaoyun lying with her limbs outstretched. Recalling the passionate scene from before, Xiaoyun's limbs were like a squid, clinging to me, holding me tightly. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. Xiaoyun is recovering faster and faster, and she's starting to show her own characteristics. Moreover, her dependence on me is growing stronger every day. It's precisely her dependence that caused Ouman's plan to live together to fall through.
Xiaoyun can only fall asleep with me by her side now. She's like a wounded child, always staying by my side, which often makes Xiaoyu sullen. So Ouman took Xiaoyu home, while I continued to stay here with Xiaoyun, hoping she could recover quickly and not be so clingy. Hopefully! Looking at the sleeping Xiaoyun, her graceful figure, so curvaceous. Well, waking her up for another round isn't impossible, but... sigh.
Lately, I've noticed Xiaoyun likes to cry during sex, the more aroused she gets, the more she cries. During orgasm, she squirts, but her face is silently weeping. It makes me feel like I'm raping her to orgasm, her body enjoying pleasure while her heart is crying. Once or twice is quite novel and pleasurable, but after a while, it's just speechless. I'm being so gentle with you, why are you crying? Thinking about her diary, sigh, who told me to be so careless? But since she's awake, I should treat her well.
I got out of bed, gently closed the bedroom door, and walked naked to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of mineral water. Back on the sofa in the living room, I drank water and smoked, the night outside the window thick and impenetrable. Sitting alone on the sofa, wisps of smoke rising from the air, I suddenly noticed a note left by Ouman under a glass on the coffee table: "Sleeping alone at home, remember to cover yourself with a blanket. Don't overwork yourself, you big pervert! The more Xiaoyun cries, the more excited you get.
Humph! Remember not to drink ice water in the middle of the night, I'll be checking tomorrow!"
My heart swelled with emotion. I smiled wryly, put down my water bottle, picked up the glass, and gulped down the water. For over three months, every little moment with Ouman echoed in that glass. That girl, she always knew how to make people not feel disgusted. Thinking about how good she is. She doesn't cling to me or act spoiled, she doesn't pout and get jealous, but she cares for me and touches my heart when I least expect it. Amazing! And I just fall for it. Heh. Thanks to the energy boost from the three of them, plus my constant exercise, I'm always full of energy now. The useless energy I had during my otaku days is long gone. I often think that's probably why Ma Zicheng was able to get over thirty women; otherwise, he'd be dead inside a woman's den. Who the hell designed this energy complementarity? It's so damn perfect. Look at the outside world... It was getting dark. Maybe I should take advantage of Xiaoyun's deep sleep and run home to give the two girls at home a good comforting. Especially Xiaoyu; she always fights to suck my penis in front of Ouman and Xiaoyun, always licking my anus and being the first to put my penis into her vagina. The way she looks at me... damn, just thinking about it makes me hard.
I glanced at the sleeping Xiaoyun, then quietly opened the front door and slipped out. As I went downstairs, I couldn't help but hum a little tune, thinking of Xiaoyu's devout look and Ouman's biting vaginal opening. I needed to hurry!
I ran up to the second floor... The door to the house was still ajar, and I couldn't resist going in. The room was filled with bright red "double happiness" characters, red crumbs littered the floor, and large fabric sofas were filled with young men and women. People stood around the living room, surrounding the bride and groom, everyone's face frozen in a happy smile. The groom carried the bride, dressed in a white wedding gown, on his back. The bride had one arm around his neck and held a lighter in the other, seemingly to light cigarettes for everyone present. Two or three young men were pouting around the lighter, seemingly trying to blow out the flames the bride had lit so the groom could have more. Back to reality. In this blissful scene, there was now a naked me, like someone I'd seen in an adult film.
I carefully observed the joyful crowd. The bride wore a short-skirted wedding dress, high in the back, her fair legs wrapped around the groom's waist. She had large eyes, long eyelashes, her black hair styled in a bun, and bright, white teeth. Her breasts pressed tightly against the groom's back, creating a glimpse of snow-white skin. The surrounding girls were all wearing sexy, cute short skirts, but one girl in a corner particularly caught my eye. She wore a champagne-colored strapless mini-dress, her hair in a bun, and her face... She wore light makeup, and while she didn't have the painted-out beauty of a bride, her petite figure was fucking my type. But strangely, despite being dressed like that, she shouldn't have been a bridesmaid, yet she didn't have a single smile on her face, making her stand out immediately amidst the cheerful crowd. Her eyes were fixed on the bride in the center of the crowd, her face icy, a cigarette held between her long, slender fingers, while the fawning guy next to her held out a lighter to the bridesmaid's cigarette. Wow, bro, you have good taste! As the saying goes, "Attend a wedding and pick up the bridesmaid; a beautiful, solitary one is easy to sleep with." A bridesmaid is definitely not married, and she's absolutely the most beautiful among the bride's bridesmaids. I remember meeting Xiaoya at a friend's wedding. Too bad, nothing's progressed yet, bro, you're doomed. But look at the bridesmaid's expression; she's probably arguing with the groom, otherwise why would she be staring so intently at the bride? I turned to look at the groom, who was struggling to carry the bride. Pretty ordinary. In his new clothes, he's only slightly more handsome than me. So lucky!
I plopped down next to the bridesmaid and glanced sideways at her strapless bra. She reached down and pulled down her strapless bra, revealing her two tender pink nipples. The lecherous man next to her stared intently at them. "Damn it, you piece of trash! No wonder you were grinning so lewdly, you wanted to peek at the bridesmaid's breasts, huh? Well, this is giving you an easy time." She shoved the man's face away and began kneading the bridesmaid's soft, firm breasts. She couldn't help but say, "Little sister, don't be angry. No wonder the groom didn't choose you, you really aren't as big as the bride. Look at those two breasts the bride squeezed out when she was on the groom's back. But I like them, hehe."
Then he touched the bridesmaid's thigh. Not bad, smooth enough. He squatted down, opened her legs, lifted her skirt, revealing her blue and white panties. He sat down next to her, one hand reaching under her neck to caress her smooth breasts. The other hand gently slipped into her panties. Heh, so little hair. He traced the crevice between her legs, probing a hollow—too dry. He picked up the water bottle from the table, moistened it, and inserted his fingers. Such tight flesh... oh dear, his fingers encountered resistance. Holy crap, she's still a virgin! He silently told himself, "Don't get excited, don't get excited, I'm too fucking excited." Looking at the bridesmaid, who looked about twenty-three or twenty-four, and still a virgin—holy crap, he'd struck gold! She had an icy expression, her eyes fixed on the bride. "
Beautiful lady, since you're a virgin, I'll help you get revenge today, then I'll take you home and pamper you properly,"
I said lewdly.
Honestly, in this situation, the most exciting thing isn't messing with the bridesmaid, it's messing with the bride! On our wedding night, manipulating the bride, my wicked little heart began to swell. Since the bridesmaid is a virgin, I can't just put anything on her. Maybe I should mess with the bride first, wait until her pussy is wet, then mess with the bridesmaid, I decided. I walked over to the newlyweds. The bride was still clinging to the groom, her legs wrapped around him, her little butt sticking out in mid-air. "
Let me see if the bride is pure. Hmm, as the only one who can move right now, I'll serve the wishes of all the men here. Wahahaha!" I couldn't help but laugh, watching the men around me staring intently at the glimpse of the bride's exposed figure.
The back of the bride's wedding dress fell to the ground, and I gently lifted it up. The bride was actually wearing safety shorts. Damn it, on such a joyous wedding day, they didn't even give the guys a little treat! Just as I was about to lift the bride off the groom, an idea struck me, and I chuckled. I turned around and found some scissors in the room. Carefully, I cut open the bride's safety shorts, revealing her pure white underwear. I pulled the underwear aside and couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn it! The groom is so lucky! A hairless little beauty's pussy, and her anus is even deep red!"
I couldn't help but pray. I wet my fingers, parted the bride's labia, and probed inside. Her vaginal opening was even tighter than the bridesmaid's, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. I silently chanted, "Slowly, slowly," and wet my fingers again, gently inserting them. The results of the investigation made me jump up and shout, "Damn, I'm on a roll today! Holy crap!"
I excitedly paced around the room, repeatedly saying, "Damn it, get some lubricant, no, get some sesame oil. Lubricant it is, sesame oil is better, damn it, bring it all. Let's get this over with first."
I turned and went back to Xiaoyun's house. Xiaoyun was still fast asleep, her curled-up body sleeping like a baby.
I took out the personal lubricant I used to open Xiaoyun's anus that day from the bedside table and found some sesame oil in the kitchen. I quietly went out the door and jumped up to the second floor in three steps. My erect penis kept hitting my abdomen with each jump. What's the rush? You'll get your reward later.
Back at the newlyweds' house, I first moved the bridesmaid to the groom's left, pulled down her panties, placed her hands on the groom's shoulders, leaned slightly forward, letting her breasts hang naturally. I left her strapless mini-dress on; it actually looked more alluring. I picked up scissors to cut off the bride's panties, then hesitated, holding two kinds of lubricant. "Forget it," I thought. "I used saliva when I was with the groom, and besides, saliva can arouse you, right?"
Looking at the bride's naked buttocks on the groom's back, and the bridesmaid's bare upper body beside her, I thought, "Heh heh, I'm probably the only one who can have both the bride and bridesmaid at the same time." I patted the groom's shoulder and said, "You've worked hard, brother.
" The groom was already hunched over carrying someone, and with the bride hanging on his back, I could slide my penis between her legs even when standing. I spat on my hand, reached out to touch the bride's vulva, then bent down and tilted my head back to suck on the bridesmaid's nipples. All of this happened right next to the groom, in front of a large group of relatives and friends of the newlyweds—it was incredibly exciting. Then, my fingers, which were moving on the bride's vulva, felt a slippery texture. The bride had actually started to get wet just from my touch! This didn't make sense. Had Orman evolved, and even the people who were standing still had evolved? Did I no longer need to use any tools? I thought to myself. Damn, whatever, it's better that she's wet. I stood behind the groom, placed my hands on the bride's waist, and pressed my penis against the entrance of her vulva, forcefully pushing it in. So tight! The bride's vaginal opening tightly gripped the invading glans. I suddenly rose on my tiptoes, thrusting my hips forward, breaking through that barrier. I couldn't help but let out a pleasurable "Ah~". The soft flesh inside futilely squeezed the penis that didn't belong to the groom. I slowly withdrew a little, then forcefully thrust in again. The newlyweds swayed forward with my forceful insertion, and I quickly steadied their bodies. The groom was carrying the bride on his back while I did it; how could I let such a stimulating scene end so easily?
I steadily thrust into the bride's vagina, which seemed resigned to its fate, slowly accepting my continued entry. Virgin blood mixed with aroused vaginal fluid dripped down, wetting my pubic hair, flowing over my scrotum, and onto my legs. The pleasure from my penis made me increase my strength, and finally, with a powerful thrust, the groom fell onto the coffee table in front of him. Luckily, he was there to cushion the fall; I couldn't let my bride get hurt. I swept the person sitting on the sofa to the ground and placed the bridesmaid, who was leaning precariously in the air, back on the sofa. I picked up the bride who had fallen to the ground and placed her on the sofa, her head resting on the bridesmaid. I pulled open the strapless bodice of her wedding dress; it was indeed large. I bit down hard, sucking on the two erect nipples of the bride's breasts, teasing them with my tongue, and thrusting my penis in again, my waist pushing forcefully into her vagina. I straightened up, parted the bride's thighs with both hands, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper. Finally, with a powerful thrust, I touched the soft flesh deep inside her vagina—it was so deep! I thrust vigorously, the bride's large breasts bouncing with each stroke. My upper body leaned against the bridesmaid, her breasts swaying with each bounce.
No, I need to save some energy for the bridesmaid. I involuntarily increased the force of my thrusts, planning to experience the bride's orgasm later. I'll ejaculate first. With this thought in mind, the urge to ejaculate washed over me. I released my body, and soon, streams of semen shot into the bride's body. I lifted the bride's legs high, pulled out my penis, and let the semen remain inside her.
I moved the groom over, manipulating his hands to lift the bride's legs high. The bride's vagina, which I had just deflowered, quickly contracted to just a tiny opening, exposed wide towards the sky. I sat down next to the bridesmaid, picked up a cigarette from the coffee table, and started smoking. "He Tianxia" (a brand of cigarettes), looks like the groom's family is well-off.
No wonder he married a bride with big breasts and a hairless, beautiful pussy; even a high-quality beauty like the bridesmaid is resentful.
Hmm, while I recover my strength, I'll check out the other female guests. I got up and carefully observed the girls in the room, each one unique. I stripped them down, pinched their breasts, and probed their vaginas. I even found another virgin! But what a pity, her skin is a bit dark, and her breasts are too small. Sister, how old are you? You can't even compare to my Xiaoyu's. Oh well.
After a flurry of groping and probing, I felt my strength returning and it was time to wake the bridesmaid. I poked around in the mouth of a busty woman, then went to the bridesmaid, pulled up her legs, and laid her on the sofa, half her buttocks sticking out. I carefully examined her genitals; they were indeed fair. Her labia minora peeked out like flower petals, and a small tuft of light pubic hair graced the top of her vulva. It seemed she was to my liking, even her vulva met my aesthetic standards. Who else should I wake up if not her? I leaned over and smelled the bridesmaid's vulva; there was a very faint smell of urine. Hmm, I decided not to lick it yet; I'd savor it properly after she washed herself that day. As usual, I sucked on her nipples, my fingers sliding across her vulva, which resembled a blooming flower. Soon, the bridesmaid started to get wet, slippery and slippery. I held my already erect and swollen penis, inserted it, broke the hymen, and pushed deep inside. I have to say, the feeling of penetrating two different vaginas in succession was incredibly realistic. The bridesmaid's vaginal opening wasn't as tight as the bride's, but the inside was a whole different world. I could feel layers of soft flesh gripping my penis, breaking through layer by layer, each layer tightening. It instantly made me feel like I was going to ejaculate. Damn, is it really that good? I gritted my teeth, suppressing the urge to ejaculate, and started thrusting hard. It felt like I was overcoming countless obstacles, constantly penetrating, like I was escaping layers of pursuit, constantly withdrawing. The feeling was amazing. I kept encouraging myself, relax, don't ejaculate so quickly, conquer her, make her kneel before my penis. I thrust harder, determined not to stop until the bridesmaid had multiple orgasms. To achieve my goal, I started glancing around the room to reduce the pleasure from the thrusting.
Suddenly, the bride next to me moved. I was stunned. No way, is the world going to go back to normal? There are so many people in the room, if one kicks me, I'm done for! A moment of distraction, and my semen shot into the bridesmaid's body. My battle with the bridesmaid ended in defeat. But that was nothing, because I was about to face the biggest crisis of the past three months.
I stared blankly at the bride, who had rolled over and stood up, her hands still on the bridesmaid's legs, her penis still inside the bridesmaid's vagina. I felt ice-cold all over. You see, everyone I awakened takes at least eight to sixteen hours to wake up. But now, less than half an hour had passed since I woke the bride. There were at least forty people in the room, all the women stripped naked, and at least twenty men.
I couldn't help but tremble. I seemed to hear the bride's scream, that piercing scream that woke everyone up. Then, the room was filled with screams from women and angry roars from men. My legs trembled, and I couldn't even muster the strength to move. I collapsed to the ground, watching the bride approach step by step, and I retreated little by little. Suddenly, my back rested against a pair of legs clad in dress pants. I turned around and
saw a man sitting behind me. "Don't hit me!" I don't know where the strength came from, but I scrambled to my feet, turned to face the man, and kept backing away. Suddenly, I tripped over someone on the ground and cried out, "No! Don't hit me!"
The expected roar, the expected scream, the expected rain of fists and feet, didn't come.
I looked around carefully; everyone was stunned, even the bride was walking towards me in a daze. Was it only the bride who woke up? Suddenly, a figure rushed in from outside the door. I covered my head in fright, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me!" A pair of gentle hands embraced me. I looked up and saw Xiaoyun. My piercing cries must have brought her here. I helped her up, trembling as I stood. Xiaoyun held me tightly. I looked around carefully again. Yes, only the bride was awake, and she was awakened by me, not by herself. The overwhelming fear vanished, and I plopped down on the naked woman beneath me, bursting into tears. I don't know if it was the feeling of surviving a catastrophe or the continued silence of the world, but I wept uncontrollably. Xiaoyun hugged me, crying with me, her tears soaking my shoulder.
After a while, my sobbing stopped. But the helplessness after the shock and grief left me unable to stand for a long time, and Xiaoyun continued to sob on my shoulder. Just then, Ouman and Xiaoyu rushed in, panting. Xiaoyu immediately threw herself on me, resting her head on my other shoulder, her arms tightly wrapped around me. Ouman hurriedly entered the room and stood there for a moment before slowly approaching, gently cupping my face, looking at me anxiously. She then touched her clothes; I knew she was looking for the paper and pen that were always with her, but when she and Xiaoyu came in, they were only wearing pajamas and hadn't brought anything. Oman tried to stand up urgently, but I pulled her back. She threw herself into my arms, resting her head on my chest, her body heaving as if she hadn't caught her breath.
(The television station building was silent, all the screens were black. Suddenly, one computer screen lit up, then all the screens, displaying a line of text: "Reporting, the master controller's accessory soul seed has been upgraded. Repeat, the master controller's accessory soul seed has been upgraded. Activating the identification system, the identification system is activated, the master controller's accessory soul can reach level D.
Reporting that the master controller's accessory soul can reach level D. Repeat, the master controller's accessory soul can reach level D.
Identification system is closed, continuing to observe..."
) (What's wrong? Why are you so scared? And who are those two? Is it them that scared you? Oman leaned closer to my chest, turned her head and saw the bride standing there, then the bridesmaids also stood up. Oman quickly stood in front of me, and seeing that they didn't make any further moves, she picked up a pen and paper from the coffee table and started writing. I shook my head and said nothing.)
(You woke these two up, didn't you? You big pervert! Xiaoyu and I just left, and you're already messing around.)
After writing this, she started rummaging through the room. She looked at everyone carefully, and finding nothing unusual, she wrote again, (Can't you control yourself? Xiaoyu and I could feel your fear from afar. What are you afraid of? But this time you at least have some conscience.) I still didn't say anything. I was just trembling slightly.
What just happened still terrified me. I really didn't have the energy to explain anything; anyway, what Ouman saw was the truth.
Seeing that I didn't speak, Ouman became anxious again. She pushed Xiaoyu and Xiaoyun aside, held my head,
and examined me carefully. Anxiety reappeared on her face. Strangely, when I looked at Ouman and felt her concern, I stopped trembling, and my heart calmed down. I moved the muscles in my face and gave a smile that was more awkward than crying, and said softly, "It's okay, I just scared myself." "
Ouman clearly misunderstood and quickly wrote down (I will never leave you again. You are under too much pressure. Never mind, this is how I was supposed to wake you up anyway. Spitting is disgusting, and I can't bear to bleed you. Just don't be too violent in the future. Okay, let's go home.
I was too lazy to explain anything. After Ouman pulled me up, she led me downstairs by the hand. Xiaoyu clung tightly to my other hand. I called Xiaoyun upstairs to get her clothes, and she came down quickly. When she saw that both my hands were occupied, tears started falling again. Usually, Ouman would have given her hands to Xiaoyun, but today Ouman just told me to tell Xiaoyun not to cry, while she held my hand tightly. The bride and bridesmaids also walked behind me about two arm's lengths away, holding hands and walking silently. Today's events were too much for me. With the help of Ouman and Xiaoyu, I got dressed and silently let them each lead me by one hand, and we walked home."

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