The Silent World 23 Author: sy791230 (Blue Lazy Cat)

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Chapter 23.
I am the only former otaku in this city who can awaken others. In this world where everything has stopped, I am a god; whoever I command can move. There are no laws, no powerful institutions, only me, whoever I please. But I am only a demigod; the other half of me is asleep, and I can no longer control my desires. In countless dreams, on countless journeys home, I fantasize that the moment I push open the door, the girl I first met, the one who liked to arrange my clothes and meals, the one who liked to use two-finger taps, the one who always dragged me running but always disappeared in an instant, the one I could run into like a child when I was scared, the one whose glare I would obediently obey—Ouman—would be standing prettily at the door to greet me.
"I'm back!"
I push open the door. "Damn, where is everyone...Ouman! Xiaoyu! Xiaoyun.
" I see a familiar, no, a figure from my dreams, sitting on the sofa facing the door. I was stunned, a strange emotion welling up, threatening to spill over. A sense of unreality washed over me, and I stood frozen at the doorway, my mind racing.
Two familiar faces rushed into my arms, one after the other. Xiaoyu clung tightly to my waist, her lips pressed together, while Xiaoyun nestled on my shoulder, tears streaming sweetly down her face. It was real! Holding the two women in my arms, I stared expectantly at Ouman, who remained seated on the sofa.
Ouman, cold as ice, met my gaze for a moment. Her eyes gradually softened, and she gracefully stood up, walking towards me step by step, as if in a dream, step by step, into my heart. Xiaoyun, seeing Ouman approach, shifted her position, making room.
"Xiaoyu, move aside."
A clear, pleasant voice came from that familiar mouth. Xiaoyu, who was clinging to me, twisted her grip on my arm, and now, as if fighting over something, she grabbed my arm and started swinging it around.
So close, so very close, Oman stood before me, we could feel each other's breath. "
Ah!
Gently, gently. My dear wife, my ear's going to break."
Just as I was fantasizing about Oman throwing herself into my arms and kissing me passionately, a smile appeared in Oman's eyes, and she twisted my ear, leading me into the inner room.
Along the way, I stopped Long Ting and Xue Mei from approaching, obediently following Oman into the presidential suite. With a bang, Oman closed the door. The hand that had been twisting my ear gently wrapped around my neck, her face beaming.
"Did you miss me?"
Did you miss me? These four words from Oman's lips struck my heart. I didn't answer, and the two of us kissed passionately, as if in perfect unison. Oman held my neck tightly as if she wanted to strangle me, and I responded with the same force. After a long while, our lips parted.
"You're going to strangle me!"
Oman said coquettishly. But the hand around my neck didn't let go.
"I missed you so much,"
I growled, kissing her again. My hand slipped inside her clothes; she wasn't wearing a bra, and I easily grabbed one of her erect nipples, teasing it a few times.
"Ah!"
Oman let out a seductive moan, her body trembling slightly. "
You're so annoying!"
she said, but her body stiffened.
I grabbed the collar of her pure white shirt, but Oman held it tightly, letting out a silvery laugh. "Hehe! Don't tear it! Hehe! Okay, I'll unbutton it. Still so eager, only one suck, okay? Ah! I... no... I have something to ask you! Hmm! You're annoying! Don't take off your skirt."
Oman obediently unbuttoned her shirt, and I immediately took that perfectly sized breast that I was so enamored with into my mouth. My large hand slid down her slender waist, pinching her shapely buttocks—the familiar touch, the familiar taste. I reached to unbutton her skirt, but she pushed me away.
Looking at Oman, who was tidying up her clothes, I wore a miserable expression. *Ouch!* The familiar two-finger tap snapped me back to reality.
"You rascal, I have something to ask you. Why the long face? Hmph, I won't let you off easily tonight,"
Oman said, giving me a playful glare.
"What the hell! How can you talk?"
I asked in surprise. "I don't know, hey, I'm the one who should be asking you, why are you asking me? Tell me, how many girls did you bully while I was unconscious? Don't tell me it was just the ones at home! What about Zero and Number One? Where did they go?"
Oman herself seemed confused, then bombarded me with questions.
I walked over with a grin and hugged Ouman. "Well, that's a long story. Shall we sit down and talk?
" Ouman pinched me again, kissed my cheek, and said with a smile, "It's a long story, so let's talk about it tonight. No bedtime until we finish."
"Ah! Now?"
Ouman didn't answer. She turned and stood at the door, straightened her clothes again, opened the door with a cold face, and walked out with her head held high. Oh! I see. Ouman is going to establish her authority now.
It seems that Ouman and Xuemei had already clashed before I came back. Otherwise, why would my Ouman pull my ear in front of everyone in the hall, and why would Xuemei and Longting look so indignant before? Should I go watch, or transform into a catfish? I
could vaguely hear Ouman's voice. The presidential suite was separated from the living room by several doors, so I couldn't hear what they were saying. However, Xuemei's voice came clearly.
"Ouman, okay. Xiaomei, you and Xiaoyun go cook. Well, I'll listen to you from now on.
" "Damn it!" Xuemei isn't the type to give in so easily, is she? The expected fierce confrontation didn't materialize; instead, Xuemei was surprisingly compliant. Wow, she really is my little devil, so easy on me. Bonus points!
Just as I was intently listening to Ouman and Xuemei's conversation, Xiaoyu and Xujun slipped in and immediately pounced on me.
They started fighting over who could lean against my chest. Ouch!
"Stop it, be good,"
I said, holding one in each arm. But the two girls seemed determined to fight, and I couldn't restrain them. One pinched my penis, the other rubbed my scrotum. Damn it! Be gentle, okay? Do you
think I'm playing with clay?! Their struggle only stopped when Xiaoyun came in. Xiaoyu usually listens to Ouman and Xiaoyun, but Xujun, whom I'd just brought back, was inexplicably as docile as a kitten in front of Xiaoyun. Well,
at least my penis won't suffer.
"You didn't cook?"
I asked Xiaoyun, who was holding Xiaoyu's hand with one hand and Xujun's arm with the other, curiously.
Xiaoyun blinked her eyes, smiled, and shook her head.
"I just heard... um... come! Sit!"
I pulled Xiaoyun to sit next to me, Xiaoyu sat on the other side, and Xujun was close to Xiaoyun, glancing at me and her from time to time. Although I couldn't talk to them, seeing them leaning on me so affectionately made me feel very relaxed. The setting sun shone in, and I felt very peaceful, just like I used to feel on the balcony of Ouman's house—peaceful, quiet, and comfortable.
This peace was not long before it was interrupted by Ouman and Xuemei's intimate conversation.
"Hehe, little sister Ouman, you have no idea how worried the master was about you! He carried you here himself on the day of the move. He didn't allow anyone else to interfere the whole time."
"Oh! At least he has a conscience. He's just willful, like a child, always making me worry. But with you here, sister, I'm much more relaxed!"
"No way, only you can keep Master in check, I can't. I can only help the other sisters. I only have one wish: Master's happiness is my happiness." "Yes, sister is right. As long as he's alright, I'm alright too. But he's playful, so we'll have to keep an eye on him from time to time. I'm young, so I'll need your help in the future."
"Look at what you're saying, sister. One good thing about this world is that people don't get old. Hehe, that suits us women quite well."
Ouman and Xuemei walked in hand in hand, laughing and joking. Their intimacy made them look like they were born of the same mother. But after being tempered by Xuemei, a devilishly clever woman, you could really hear the glint of swords in their intimate conversation!
Xuemei was feigning weakness but not actually weak, while Ouman was strong but not arrogant. I'm a catfish, a cheerful catfish, wahahaha.
"Dinner's ready."
"Master, dinner's ready."
Ouman walked straight over, pinched Xiaoyu's nose, took my hand (which Xiaoyu was holding), and led me into the living room. Xuemei smiled at me, following behind.
Dinner was very lavish. Ouman, like a hostess, invited everyone to sit down, constantly adding food to my plate, putting some on this person's plate, and telling this person to eat more, telling that person not to be picky. She ate the least herself, then picked up an apple and started munching on it. It was intentional, absolutely intentional. Ouman likes to eat fruit as her main meal. Before, when there were fewer people, I noticed immediately. Now, with more people, she acts like a hostess, and I completely ignored her. But anyway, there are many people now, so it doesn't matter if she eats a little more. I said a few words to her when there were fewer people and let her be.
After dinner, sitting by the French windows, Ouman gently walked over and sat beside me, resting her head on my shoulder, quietly watching the setting sun. "
When I can't wake up, I always dream of watching the sunset with you like this, and I always think I'll never have the chance,"
Ouman said softly.
I stroked her hair. "I miss you so much. I always watch it alone, and I always wish you were here."
Ouman nodded in my arms, saying nothing more. The red sun finally reluctantly sank behind the mountains, emitting its last glimmer of light.
"Master, your milk."
Xuemei came over, carrying a cup. Xuemei naturally sat down on the other side, whispering, "There's some for me and Tingting in there."
I turned to look at her; Xuemei smiled sweetly.
I smiled and pinched Xuemei's cheek. Ouman looked over curiously, wondering what kind of cryptic conversation Xuemei and I were having.
I downed the milk in my cup in one gulp. "Ugh! I'm so tired today! I'm going to take a shower."
I walked into the bathroom, wondering who would come. Suddenly, the door opened, and Xiaoyu poked her head in, smiling sweetly before slipping in. Before she could close the door, Xiaoyun and Xujun came in too.
Seeing Xiaoyu naked and groping me, Xujun immediately took off his clothes and joined her.
One was a tall, naturally beautiful, hairless girl whose "development" had been successful; the other was a short, youthful girl with naturally beautiful breasts, whom I had just deflowered. Standing beside me, they started vying to touch each other, followed by Xiaoyun, who had a great figure and looks, and a touch of maternal warmth. This shower was incredibly tiring!
Especially Xiaoyun and Xujun; for some reason, they just couldn't get along. They started gently touching my sensitive areas, but soon they'd start fighting over who got to use those areas, their touches getting increasingly rough.
Xiaoyun gently helped me wipe my body, only pulling the two women away when they were in the way of her work. After I finished, the two women came up again to grab my penis. Damn it, couldn't you two just rub my penis and massage my scrotum?! I slapped each of them on the buttocks, but they couldn't stop me. I quickly finished washing up and ran out. What a mess! What a mess!
Naked, with my penis erect from being rubbed and grabbed by the two women, I walked into the room. Xuemei and Long Ting were sitting on the sofa, talking intimately. When they saw me walking in naked, Long Ting blushed and spat. I walked behind them and kissed each of them. "What are you talking about? Tch, you've seen it before. Still blushing."
"Master, Ouman is waiting for you in the room. Good luck tonight. Do you want Tingting to squeeze some more for you? Hehe, Master has worked hard today. I should have known better than to take you to school."
Xuemei teased with a grin.
"Dare to question your master's abilities? Believe me, today your master will deal with you all."
I reached out and pinched Xue Mei and Long Ting's large breasts. Huh! The sun has risen in the west! Long Ting didn't even flinch, though she was clearly incredibly embarrassed. But she didn't flinch!
"Alright, master, hurry up and go, or you'll get your ears pulled again. Xue Mei feels sorry for you. You can make it up to me and Tingting later."
I whispered, leaning on Xue Mei's shoulder. "I don't care what happened before I came back. From now on, I'll side with what's right, not with family!"
After saying that, I kissed each of them again and headed towards the presidential suite. Ou Man isn't the jealous type. Although she has her own opinions on some things, she always forgives me and pays close attention to every aspect of each new girl who joins the group, trying her best to take care of everyone like an older sister. She herself had doubts about her personality after waking up, but this is the Ou Man I know. So, the way she interacted with Xue Mei today must mean something happened before I came home. But Xuemei had already, at least outwardly, given in, so I couldn't ask her directly. I could only ask Ouman.
As soon as I entered, I saw Ouman sitting on the sofa, looking at the notebook I used to write in. Seeing me come in, she dropped the notebook and ran over, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her head against my chest, holding me very tightly. I half-dragged her back to the sofa, jokingly saying, "What's wrong? You look like you're about to die. You're the best; you've been sleeping all this time, while I've been living alone for so long."
"You've only been sleeping! You think I don't know anything? You bullied Xiaobaihe and then complained that she wasn't obedient. Buses, school—you used to talk to her, but then you found someone new and forgot the old. You heartless bastard!"
Ouman's eyes reddened as she spoke, and she punched me a few times with her small fists.
I hugged Ouman tightly, lowered my head, and kissed her red lips. My nimble tongue darted out, entwining with hers.
Oman soon let out a deep moan, slowly collapsing onto the sofa, her arms wrapped around my neck, allowing me to freely caress her breasts, which I hadn't touched in so long. "
A little harder, I like it,"
Oman whispered after a moment.
My hands, which had been gently kneading her breasts through her clothes, obediently slipped inside, revealing her smooth skin and erect nipples. I used more force, shaping her firm breasts into various forms, earning Oman an even more passionate kiss.
Her slightly cool hand reached down to my crotch, her palm resting on my burning penis, her slender fingers lightly touching my scrotum, a little itchy, a little numb.
The hand that was around my neck withdrew and gently pushed against my chest. I lifted myself up in surprise, and Ouman slid down like a nimble fish, licking my way down to my crotch with her tongue. Her hands gently cupped my buttocks, her tongue touching my sensitive anus, circling it again and again, then my perineum, before gently taking one of my testicles into her mouth and playing with it. Even as I grew impatient, she slowly licked my penis, then gently took the glans into her mouth. I couldn't help but let out a satisfied breath. I hadn't expected that after so long, Ouman would still remember my favorite way of oral sex.
Excitedly, I picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her legs on my shoulders. Her tightly closed labia parted slightly with excitement, constantly flowing with clear fluid. I lowered my head and licked them, a small tuft of sparse, soft pubic hair occasionally brushing against my nose. Her smooth legs clamped around my head with each moan, reminding me that this was where she felt most comfortable.
Her clitoris, hidden deep within, peeked out. I looked at Oman, her body flushed, chuckled, and opened my mouth to take it in. "
Ah! No!"
she cried, but her legs were already wrapped around my neck, pressing down hard, her little buttocks constantly lifting upwards to make it easier for me to suckle. Her hands, which had been kneading her breasts, pulled mine to her pert nipples, and I squeezed them hard, my thumb teasing the erect nipples.
Oman grew increasingly excited, suddenly releasing her legs and pulling me up onto her, giving me a deep kiss.
She said in a seductive voice, "I want it."
"Want what?"
I teased her. "I want my husband's big cock."
Oman kissed me and let out a soft, sweet cry. Her fingers teased my burning penis, pressing it against the entrance of her vagina. "
I want my husband's big cock."
I thrust my hips, parting the opening that was gently biting me, and pushed inside.
"Wait!"
Oman suddenly frowned and said in pain, "Slow down."
"What's wrong?"
I asked curiously. My glans seemed to encounter some resistance, but I didn't stop and pushed in forcefully.
"Ah! It hurts."
Oman couldn't help but cry out in pain.
I quickly pulled out and asked her with concern what happened. We both looked down at our groins. Damn! There was blood. After several months apart, the first time I had sex with Oman, she was bleeding.
"I think you broke it again."
Oman said strangely, enduring the pain.
Damn! Strange things happen every year, but this year is especially strange. I actually managed to break my wife's hymen twice. I didn't care anymore and pressed her down again, thrusting inside.
"Really? You actually broke your wife's hymen twice. Looks like I need to call Xiaoyun to check. I'll be gentle!"
I teased.
"Ugh. Be gentle." I thrust in and out little by little, deeper and deeper, feeling the tight, wave-like grip inside. Soon, I pressed against the soft flesh inside, trying to push in even deeper.
"Ah! I've reached it! You're still pushing? Do you want to go all the way in?"
"More than that, I wish I could push my whole body in."
Even so, I began to gently touch that soft flesh. Oman quickly lost herself in the sea of lust. Her moans grew louder and louder. The biting little opening kept biting my penis, getting tighter and tighter, making my thrusting much more difficult.
"Almost there, almost there!" Oman cried out, her hands and feet clamping tightly around me. A surge of heat hit my glans, her vaginal opening tightened, and her whole body trembled like a sieve.
I thrust in and out with all my might, making Oman's cries even wilder, until she collapsed weakly on the bed.
Just as I was about to withdraw my penis, Oman said softly, as if drowning, "No, don't go out."
I climbed on top of her, my penis slowly throbbing, quietly waiting for Oman to recover.
Oman opened her eyes, pulled my head towards her, and kissed me deeply. "
I feel so good, so happy!"
"Then feel even better, even happier," I teased. Oman kept her eyes closed and didn't say anything, just held me tightly, and I thrust in and out again. Three times in total, Oman had three orgasms before I finally ejaculated inside her. Lying on my side beside her, my large hand gently caressed her beautiful body, causing her to tremble. After a long while, Oman recovered and laboriously leaned into my arms.
"By the way, what exactly happened between you two? Why did you both suddenly faint? And why did it take you so long to wake up?
" After our lovemaking, I asked, stroking Oman's smooth back.
"I don't know. I just remember you playing tricks on me in the mall. After the climax, I don't know how I fell asleep. Later, I found that I couldn't wake up no matter what I did, and I slept deeper and deeper."
Ouman recalled slowly with her eyes closed. "Sometimes I could hear you talking intermittently, and sometimes I could hear Sister Xuemei talking. But most of the time, there was silence. There was even a period when I felt like I was about to die, but I was always thinking about you. I wondered if you were doing well, if you were upset by something again, and if you would impulsively hurt yourself again."
As Ouman spoke, her fingertips touched the faint wound on my palm.
I hugged her tightly. There was no need to say anything touching; I just held her tightly. "
And then? You don't know. I was so worried. If you didn't wake up, I wouldn't live anymore. I was really startled when I suddenly saw you wake up today."
"I don't believe it, you heartless thing."
Ouman said she didn't believe it and pinched me, but her face was full of happiness. "
Later, I don't know why, I heard Xiaoyun calling me, and then suddenly I felt like I had strength again, like I had hope again."
"Oh, Xiaoyun called you? Did Xiaoyun wake up first?"
I asked curiously. This time, when the three of them woke up, not only was Ouman able to speak, but Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu, although still unable to speak, were clearly very different from before they fainted. I couldn't quite put my finger on the difference, but it was definitely noticeable.
"No, I woke up first, Xiaoyu woke up second, and Xiaoyun woke up last. I just felt Xiaoyun calling me in my sleep. Xiaoyu felt the same way, but Xiaoyun doesn't remember."
Ouman shook his head and said.
"Ah! You mean, you and Xiaoyu both saw Xiaoyun calling you in your dreams? You haven't heard Xiaoyun speak, how do you know it was her?"
I asked curiously.
"How come I don't know? When I was unconscious just now..."
Ouman suddenly stopped, as if he was thinking about something difficult.
"Tell me, why did you stop?"
I asked urgently.
"Then I said, you're not allowed to tell Xiaoyun."
Ouman bit her lip and said under my constant urging.
I quickly made a vow, only to be met with a big eye roll.
"While I was unconscious, Xiaoyun kept talking in her sleep."
"Ah! What did she say? I talk in my sleep too, what's so difficult about that?"
After all that, it was just a load of nonsense. They kept me in suspense for so long. Annoyed, I pinched and rubbed Ouman's smooth labia.
"Ugh, it's all swollen! You can't even be gentle! You're just teasing me!"
Ouman pinched me lightly, frowning. "
Xiaoyun's talking about you."
I looked at the half-congealed blood on my finger; it seemed I really had lost my virginity. "
Damn it! Who's teasing you? Who's saying 'want, want, want'? Hehe! Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Tell me, what did Xiaoyun say about me?"
"Well, she seems to rely on you a lot, but she also feels... well, something's wrong with her changes."
Ouman hesitated before speaking.
"Wrong? What's wrong? How is it wrong?"
I was even more confused.
"It's hard to say. She probably still remembers some things from her past, and she's confused about her current personality or way of handling things. I can't really say, but at the beginning, I always heard Xiaoyun crying and talking. Do you remember Xiaoyun's diary?"
Ouman said, still confused, as she recalled.
"I remember, so what?" Of
course I remembered. The disparity between her beauty and family background led to Xiaoyun's tragic life: rape, a broken family, sacrificing herself to save her father, and marrying someone who didn't love her, suffering endless hardships.
"But when I heard her talking in her sleep, she seemed like a happy person. She loved her husband and children. She kept saying she was sorry to her husband, sorry to her children, that she was a lewd person, and that she couldn't face her family after she died."
"Wait. You said Xiaoyun had children?"
I asked in surprise, then curled my lip. "She's a medical student, she wouldn't be so old-fashioned! What era is this? Besides, her diaries, and I haven't seen any children's things in her house!"
"How would I know? You bad thing, did you even ask how everyone felt? You only care about your own comfort."
Ouman said resentfully.
"Ah! This..."
I was speechless. Apart from Xiaobaihe, so many people hadn't really thought about this.
"What about you? You don't want to? You're thinking about the past too?"
"Hmph, you're lucky. I only vaguely felt that I had changed a bit before, but I don't think about it now."
Then she said gently, "As long as I can be with you, that's enough."
"Yeah, my wife is the best. But in the future, Xiaoyun..."
I hesitated.
"Just do what you have to do. Anyway, Xiaoyun won't remember anything about herself in the end. When she woke me up, I asked her for you. She thinks you're her only support now. So you're lucky."
Ouman said irritably. "
You know what I always feel is wrong about? It's that every time I see you with other women, I feel a little uncomfortable, but as long as I see you so happy, I immediately become happy and think about how to make you even happier. I always hope that everyone can make you happy."
"Ah!"
Well, it seems I still need to be more careful in the future.
"Ah! What?! I don't know why, but I feel so satisfied every time I see you being naughty to us," Ouman said, her voice growing softer and softer as she shyly whispered, "Before, every time I saw Xiaoyu and Xiaoyun being with you, I would come really quickly and feel really good. I would always think about how to make Xiaoyu and Xiaoyun dress up to your standards so that you could be even more, even better when you were with them." Ouman
ended up hiding in my arms.
Haha, it seems my worries were unnecessary, I'm relieved now. My large hands began to knead Ouman's body.
"By the way, you haven't said when you'll be able to talk!"
I asked while touching her.
"No, be gentle, it's a little swollen down there."
Ouman pushed me away when I kneaded her tender flesh. "
And you're telling me, did you ask us not to wear underwear so it would be easier for you to do naughty things?"
"Ah! Oh! I think I said that."
I replied curiously. "
Why are you asking this?"
"Hmph, I knew it was you, you bad guy! We're not wearing underwear so it'll be convenient for you, right?"
Ouman pouted resentfully.
"No way, it's just for looks! A little glimpse of spring!"
I said shamelessly. "Don't you know girls have many styles of underwear? Isn't it prettier than being naked?"
Ouman pinched me.
"Ah! I'm not a girl, how would I know? Nobody arranged it."
I said irritably.
"Hmph! That Xue Mei sister, she listened to you, and as soon as she woke up, she resolutely carried out your orders. She's naked herself, and she wants us to be naked too. Hmph! I got impatient and started talking. Luckily, she can talk now, otherwise..."
Ouman's expression was unfriendly!
She understood what happened before I came back. Xue Mei probably saw that Ouman and the others were awake and used my orders to establish her authority. But Ouman could talk, which scared her. I knew Ouman was such a gentle and considerate person, but when she saw me, she immediately grabbed my ear, showing me no respect at all. It seems the two women had quite a conflict before!
Seeing my eyes darting around, Ouman quickly said coquettishly, "What are you thinking? It's all a misunderstanding. It's good that Sister Xuemei listens to you so much. It's just that I've always been in charge of everyone's affairs. If you think Sister Xuemei is suitable, then let her take over. But I won't go without underwear!"
I hurriedly coaxed, "Xuemei is good, but how should I put it? She doesn't think far ahead. You'll still be in charge, and she'll assist you. After all, you're my wife! She's just temporarily managing things since you're not awake."
I had a headache, but I was smiling, though I genuinely had a headache.
However, Ouman and Xuemei each have their own merits; I'll just appease both of them, haha!
"I just hope we can all be well and happy together. Women are a little scheming, you won't blame me, will you?" Ouman said leisurely, teasing my slightly reviving penis.
She'd already said it was for everyone's good and happiness, what else could I say? Women are devils; they've said everything, good and bad, what else is there to ask? " Let the two devils fight it out. I'm the catfish, a happy catfish."
A silky thigh slipped between my legs, touching my revived penis. I pressed Ouman down, ready to mount her again.
"Oh no, I'm hard again. I can't take it anymore. My lower body still hurts,"
Ouman said, looking at my menacing member with lingering fear.
"Ah! What should I do? My wife definitely isn't satisfied," I said, rubbing Ouman's erect nipples.
"Who isn't satisfied? Only you are. Go find some other sisters. Xiaoyu, Xiaoyun hasn't been with you in a long time. Today is really strange, why is there bleeding? Looks like I really need to let Xiaoyun take a look,"
Ouman said, frowning slightly.
"Then I'll keep you company for
a bit," I said, hugging Ouman and kissing her.
"No, go keep Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu company."
Ouman pushed me off the bed.
"Then I'll go call them."
"No, the sheets are dirty. Don't come here."
Ouman pointed to the blood-stained sheets beneath me.
"Tch, what's there to be afraid of? It'll be good for Xiaoyun to see. You wait here."
Ignoring Ouman's nagging behind me, I opened the door and dashed out. I asked Xiaomei, who was cleaning, before entering the bodyguard's room.
As soon as I entered, I saw Xiaoyun sitting lazily on the sofa, reading a book. She wore an oversized white shirt, the top two buttons undone, her hair cascading down her face, which she gracefully brushed aside from time to time. Her fair and plump thighs were exposed at the hem of the shirt, elegant and alluring. Seeing me peek in, she smiled, put down her book, and came over, opening the door. The light illuminated her dark red nipples, which rose and fell with her breath.
In contrast to Xiaoyun's serene demeanor, Xiaoyu and Xujun were locked in a playful struggle on the large bed, completely unaware of my arrival. The bed was littered with dolls, and I wondered what they were fighting over. Fine, I pulled Xiaoyun out the door, gently closing it behind me, and launched into a passionate kiss.
Xiaoyun gently embraced me, quietly responding to my kisses. Too slow, I swept her up in my arms and quickly carried her back to the presidential suite. Ouman had already pulled a silk blanket over her beautiful body. I tossed Xiaoyun onto the bed and pounced on her. Xiaoyun shyly closed her eyes in response to my kisses, her little tongue gently protruding, allowing me to freely explore it. She
slowly sat up, still receiving my passionate kisses, as she unbuttoned her shirt and placed it on the bedside table. Her tender, smooth breasts were exposed, and I lowered my head to take one in and lick it. On the other side, Ouman also reached out and kneaded Xiaoyun's nipples. I reached down and placed my hand under Xiaoyun's crotch, teasing her sensitive labia through her silk panties. Soon, her crotch was wet with her juices. I lifted a corner and slipped my fingers inside. Xiaoyun tensed up for a moment, then slowly relaxed as she adjusted to my teasing. Touching her erect clitoris, she trembled again. Her cool little hands gently squeezed my hot penis, brimming with desire. Crystalline tears streamed down her beautiful face. She gently lifted her hips so I could remove her panties, which were soaked with her juices. Her legs eagerly wrapped around my waist;
they were so slippery. Ouman playfully sat up, leaning against me, her little hand squeezing my penis against Xiaoyun's vaginal opening. Then, she propped her head up and watched me slowly penetrate Xiaoyun's body. Huh! Another obstacle?
"How come even Xiaoyun is a virgin?"
I turned to Ouman behind me and asked. Oman looked confused, while Xiaoyun beneath me opened her eyes in surprise, her delicate brows furrowed, tears wetting her hair.
With a forceful thrust, I broke through the thin barrier, and Xiaoyun, in pain, gripped the sheet beside her pillow and twisted. The slippery vagina allowed me to easily reach the deepest point. Oman, who had also fallen asleep, nodded and said, "It really is, there's bleeding. How strange."
This movement caused the silk blanket covering us to slip off. I placed one hand on Oman's full breasts and the other on Xiaoyun's large breasts, and began to slowly thrust in and out.
Unlike Oman, who expressed her feelings of pleasure and pain through my body, Xiaoyun simply clutched the sheet, looking at me gently with tears streaming down her face. I pressed her anus, finally causing this woman, who had remained gentle, to shake her head in fear.
It's a strange feeling. Whether on the bus or on campus, the main reason is the desire for novelty and excitement. At home with Xue Mei and Long Ting, it's a feeling of being subservient, like a master facing a sex slave. But with Ou Man and Xue Mei, it's an equal, husband-wife exchange.
Ou Man is like a gentle wife, gentle yet wild, like a Shaolin master sparring, each move wide and powerful, seemingly fierce, yet perfectly coordinated.
Xiao Yun is like a strong wife, gentle and quiet, like two Tai Chi masters practicing push hands, seemingly ordinary, yet each move exuding power, one lifting her hips perfectly, the other gently teasing my throbbing scrotum with her fingertips. The
rhythmic, warm, and romantic movements, even with multiple orgasms, she only hugs my neck and breathes in my ear.
Ou Man also joins in at the right time, kissing me and pinching Xiao Yun. In the whole thing, Xiao Yun had five orgasms, the sheets beneath her completely soaked.
"You bad guy, you're getting better and better now."
Xiaoyun was slumped on the bed, barely breathing, while I showed no signs of ejaculating. Ouman, her eyes wide and covering her mouth in surprise, exclaimed.
I lewdly pulled Ouman's thigh over, scaring her into dodging. "Go find Xiaoyu, honey, look, it's still swollen and red."
"I'll be right back."
I jumped off the bed and rushed out.
As soon as I entered, I saw Xiaoyu sitting angrily on the edge of the bed. The teddy bear was dead, its lining wads of cotton scattered everywhere. Seeing me come in, her eyes lit up, and she pounced on me. Her small hand grabbed my penis, and I immediately lay down on the bed. As if afraid Xu Jun would snatch it away, Xiaoyu lowered her head and took my penis, which was covered in semen and blood, into her mouth. Xu Jun angrily tried to snatch it away, how frustrating! Fortunately, Xiaoyun, who had been barely breathing just moments before, stumbled over and took Xu Jun away.
Seeing her competitor leave, Xiaoyu loosened her grip on my penis slightly, then turned and lay on top of me. Her
little bottom, clad in strawberry-colored panties, swayed against my face. I parted the crotch of her panties, revealing her pink, hairless vulva. Her little bottom pressed down, and I opened my mouth to take it in, my tongue beginning to tease it. Xiaoyu, after being licked, looked up and gasped, her small hand stroking my purplish-red penis before she lowered her head and swallowed it deeply.
Damn deepthroat! Xiaoyu knew me so well, or rather, Xiaoyu was a blank slate, completely under my tutelage, trained in my favorite way. No matter what I asked for, she did her best to fulfill it. As a result, now I felt that every movement she made perfectly satisfied my needs. Finally, I ejaculated, shouting, "Xiaoyu, I came!"
Xiaoyu lowered her head deeply, trying her best to push my throbbing penis into her mouth, constantly gagging, constantly going deeper. Semen shot in again and again until the last drop.
Xiaoyu turned around, two thick streams of semen hanging from the corners of her mouth on her delicate face. The contrast between innocence and lewdness was perfectly embodied on her face. She stuck out her tongue, smiling, and licked the two streams of semen into her mouth, swallowing them. After resting for a while, she took off her clothes, naked, and placed my hand on her well-developed, perky breasts, her eyes glazed. She reached down to her crotch, which was straddling my face, and began to play with it. The bright red flesh of her hairless vulva grew increasingly wet under my pale fingers, my fingertips glistening with the flowing fluid, constantly gliding over her tender pink anus.
She parted her labia wide, repeatedly sliding the bright red flesh inside against my nose, then pressed my fingertip against the indentation in front of my eyes, probing inside—innocent yet wanton! Heh.
After only half a fingertip had gone in, Xiaoyu froze. Could it be...? Xiaoyu is a virgin again? Given the precedents of Ouman and Xiaoyun, I quickly made her remove her hand. With Xiaoyu's help, I finally saw the membrane inside the vaginal opening. Another virgin? Broken again today? Did some unknown thing on top give out bonuses? If I deflower all fifteen virgins on campus today, plus Ouman and the other two, that's eighteen. Many people probably never lose that many virgins in their entire lives.
Xiaoyu didn't think about any of that. Seeing my penis showing signs of revival, she immediately crawled between my legs, her little tongue scraping against my glans. Her little bottom thumped high, constantly wriggling, urging me to comfort it quickly. Seeing I didn't react, she immediately jumped off the bed, staring at me with her innocent, blinking eyes while licking my scrotum and penis with her tongue.
Unlike Xue Mei, who humbly licked on all fours, Xiao Yu fully displayed the characteristics of her innocent face and wanton movements. She completely mastered this stark contrast, making one irresistibly want to pin her down and ravage her. I exploded, I exploded again. I pressed Xiao Yu onto the bed; her aggrieved, expectant, and vulnerable expressions were perfectly captured. I parted her legs, without slowly thrusting to allow her to adjust, penetrating all the way in, breaking through her vaginal opening, breaking through that lost and regained hymen, plunging into her constantly sucking flesh. Xiao Yu's hands gripped my back tightly; her painful yet submissive expression aroused my lust. Conquest, merciless conquest. Xiao Yu endured the pain, gradually transforming it into a more frenzied response. She turned and pinned me beneath her, like a rider galloping across an endless grassland, rising and falling on top of me. Each thrust was high and then heavy, making my entire penis feel the constantly contracting and sucking flesh inside. Just as the tide of pleasure was about to reach its peak, I changed from rising and falling to moving back and forth, my penis deeply inserted inside, fully experiencing the sucking.
My orgasm had barely subsided when Xiaoyu followed. The grinding became faster and faster, her hands behind her back gripping my thighs, her body pressing down and grinding like a fully drawn bow. Suddenly she went limp, trembling as she lay between my thighs. Her fingers gripped my leg bones, sometimes tight, sometimes loose. My penis, glistening with oil, stood erect in the air. I propped myself up, looking at the limp Xiaoyu, a sense of accomplishment, a tremendous accomplishment! Eighteen stabs, each one drawing blood!
I bent down beside Xiaoyu, gently stroking her sensitive body. This little girl has suffered! Looking at the bloodstains on her vulva, looking at Xiaoyu panting with her eyes closed, a feeling of tenderness welled up in my heart. But before I could even finish expressing my tenderness, Xiaoyu replied, then turned and lay down, wiggling her pert buttocks to signal me to continue. What else could I say! I took up my weapon, kneeling on Xiaoyu's thighs, spreading her buttocks with one hand and guiding my penis inside with the other. After a few thrusts, Xiaoyu propped herself up, turning her head to kiss me. Luckily, Xiaoyu was long-legged and short-to-toe, so I could easily meet her lips and tongue. With one hand, I grasped her soft breasts and began to tease her erect nipples.
The more I thrust, the more aroused I became. Xiaoyu arched her buttocks, allowing me to grip her waist tightly as I pounded into her. We didn't speak, only the sounds of my pleasured moans and Xiaoyu's rhythmic panting. We
always managed to change positions at the right moment. Our understanding was perfect. Finally, with her intense sucking and the heat of her fluids hitting my glans, I roared and ejaculated inside her.
I felt so good, I rolled over weakly, and a wave of drowsiness washed over me. I fell asleep.

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