Can you take me away from this chaos?

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I'm currently a fifth-year TEM-5 student, and I live with my senior, but we don't have any special romantic relationship.
I'm just a smokescreen she created to get rid of her boyfriend. She let me live in her house for only 3,000 yuan a month, but on the condition that I play the role of her new boyfriend.
She's three years older than me. I joined the calligraphy club during freshman year club recruitment because of her beauty, and that's how we met. Her family is very wealthy, but her mother only gave birth to her and then disappeared without a trace. Her father, naturally, kept a mistress.
I originally shared an apartment with three classmates, right next to her house. Her mother fled to Canada because the US wanted to sever ties with us; rich people are really afraid of death. Her mother married her father, who was twelve years older than her, very early, and was only eighteen when she gave birth to my senior, Xiangjun. Looking at photos of the mother and daughter, one would think they were sisters.
I moved into her house a year after she graduated, during the summer before my senior year of college. She wanted to get rid of a boyfriend of the same age who was harassing her, so she asked me to move in with her to stage a scene. Her boyfriend was the son of a high-ranking military officer; he probably inherited the military's demanding nature, and my senior, Xiangjun, couldn't stand his attitude and wanted to get rid of him.
I had only been there a few days when he brought his men to the school to ambush me and beat me up. The drill instructor, fearing his father's power, forbade me from reporting it to the police. From then on, I looked down on the drill instructor and constantly opposed him.
The drill instructor also didn't discipline me because he handled the beating incident in a cowardly way.
My senior, Xiangjun, went to her ex-boyfriend's father's house and told him all about her son's atrocities. Despite being a soldier, he still had a sense of honor and had his son hung up and beaten severely. Then, a servant delivered fruit and five thousand dollars for my medical expenses. Back then, five thousand dollars was almost two months' salary for a factory worker.
After my senior, Xiangjun, dealt with her personal relationship issues, she didn't ask me to move out. My classmate Zhiming, who was renting the same apartment, had already moved in with the previous female student from the business school. I originally wanted to move back, but I couldn't stand Zhiming's live-in girlfriend, who often walked around in her underwear, showing great disrespect to my other, single classmate, Junhao.
That slut even accused my single classmate Junhao of stealing her underwear and peeping at her while she showered. I supported my single classmate Junhao because I knew his character. He also moved out and rented an apartment elsewhere with other classmates.
Zhiming was left alone, burdened with the enormous apartment rent. Out of desperation, he started working as a valet at a nightclub at night. Not long after, his live-in girlfriend also dropped out of school and became a hostess at that nightclub. She didn't work there for long before abandoning Zhiming and becoming a kept woman for a wealthy businessman. After losing his woman, Zhiming finally turned back to apologize to us, his close friends.
However, Zhiming's mindset had shifted to living for the sake of toying with women. It was something I hadn't anticipated that my senior, Xiangjun, would later fall in love with him . I had to blame myself for bringing Xiangjun to our barbecue party.
I had a crush on Xiangjun since my freshman year; she was my dream girl when she greeted the new students.
I was overjoyed to move into her house. But at her house, I only ever saw her wearing shorts, revealing her long, white, beautiful legs. Xiangjun always treated me like a junior, and we never crossed any lines. After that barbecue party, I had no idea that Zhiming and Xiangjun had become lovers.
Zhiming was quite good at keeping it a secret; Junhao and I, who spent every day together, didn't notice anything amiss.
Zhiming's night job already made him quite well-off, and after Xiangjun helped him out, he actually bought a Yulon Bluebird motorcycle. Junhao and I almost asked Zhiming to help us get a job as parking attendants.
Could a parking attendant afford this Bluebird? My dad, a factory manager, drives a Yulon 301.
After Junhao and I started working as parking attendants, Zhiming was promoted to supervisor, and not long after! His shrewd social skills led to him being transferred to the front desk as assistant manager, introducing girls to customers and helping them earn more tips.
The girls in the shop now needed to curry favor with him to increase their sales and bonuses, and more and more women were being taken advantage of by Zhiming for free. He was quite generous, providing Junhao and me with several women. I remained a virgin for Xiangjun's sake.
Junhao was already Zhiming's shadow, and having tasted the pleasures of sex, he was now addicted to women's vaginas.
Junhao, by Zhiming's side, could pick up the women he was tired of, like a gladiolus clinging to a tree trunk, absorbing nutrients. Their dissolute lifestyle bothered me, so I tried to advise them! But all I got in return was laughter. Our best friend relationship continued like this.
It wasn't until we entered fifth grade that I discovered Zhiming and Xiangjun's affair. That day! The instructor for our practical training course was going to take the technician promotion exam as an assessor, leaving us free to do whatever we wanted. Zhiming, who was frequently absent, was already on probation. Junhao and I, due to family reasons, couldn't do what Zhiming did, so we both endured our sleepiness and went to school. "Hey! A woman's cunt is a place for us men to fuck!" Zhiming said to me as I was chugging beer. "You've lived here for almost a year, leaving this beautiful cunt untouched, you idiot!"
Before Zhiming could finish, I had already overturned the table and punched him. Junhao quickly stopped me, preventing my impulsiveness. Taking a punch to the nose, Zhiming coldly said, "Idiot! Want to eat but don't act! For our classmate sake, I'll show you how lewd women can be!"
"My cold war with Zhiming began!" My colleague Xiaohu paused, took a sip of beer, and moistened her throat. I continued listening to him, ignoring my visit to the next client.
Zhiming and Xiangjun started having sex everywhere—the living room, kitchen, bathroom, stairwell. The worst time was when Zhiming deliberately had Xiangjun, who was leaning against the balcony railing, on the balcony, and even bragged about it to me, who had just finished class. I stood there watching Zhiming enter and exit my dream girl, and he even made her turn around and eat his semen.
Why did Xiangjun let him do whatever he wanted? I didn't know! In front of me, she still presented a pitiful and charming appearance, unlike the wanton side I saw during sex. After getting dressed, she reverted to her girlish reserve. I even went to the bookstore to look through psychology books about this.
With the information available at the time, I couldn't find the answer I was looking for. For her sake, I continued to remain a virgin, waiting for her to see Zhiming's true colors and then fall into my arms.
After the severing of diplomatic relations between Taiwan and the United States, the economy began to boom. Zhiming, after helping her father secure clients in the business world several times, developed a very good relationship with him, becoming almost like his right-hand man. Her mother, finally unable to bear the boring life of a stay-at-home mom abroad, returned to Taiwan.
Her mother's return made Xiangjun and Zhiming afraid to have sex at home. This made me genuinely happy for a while. Zhiming, who had been expelled from school, was now working with Xiangjun's father. Xiangjun's mother and her husband had no sexual relationship whatsoever. She insisted I stay, treating me like a son. I had only seen Xiangjun's father once, when I parked his car at the shop; I had never seen him in this house. I felt indignant for my godmother, but I was powerless to do anything.
Watching my godmother's husband and Zhiming indulge in a life of debauchery, I was helpless, only able to offer more care and concern to this 39-year-old woman with a 21-year-old daughter, the mother of my dream girl. Many things happened that year, one after another.
My virginity, which I preserved for Xiangjun, was taken by my godmother.
Xiangjun's father finally suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and was hospitalized. My godmother ousted his mistress, who had given birth to his son, from the company and officially took over her business. As the ancients said: "The most poisonous heart is a woman's!"
My godmother paid someone to tie up the mistress and gang rape her for several days, driving her insane and sending her to a mental hospital. She also broke the testicles of the five-year-old son, rendering him incapable of having children. I only learned of this much later when my godmother casually mentioned it.
Zhiming, having lost his backer, returned to work at the hotel. I thought to myself, "Heaven has eyes!"
During summer vacation, at my godmother's request, I quit my nightly hotel parking job and went to work at her company.
With the efforts of me, Xiangjun, and my godmother, the company completely controlled the internal power struggles after the boss fell ill. After the dynasty was established, a series of purges to eliminate dissidents ensued; the mistress faction and old shareholders were kicked out of the company one by one.
When my godmother held the shareholder list after the company's reorganization and laughed wildly at her own name, that was the night she took my virginity. Exhausted after a long day, I took a shower, wore a pair of BVD underwear, and lay down to sleep. That night! I had a night full of lewd dreams.
I dreamt that Xiangjun finally embraced me. She helped me take off my only underwear, grabbed my penis that I had just ejaculated from masturbation, and sucked and licked it fiercely, as if to make up for the emptiness of neglecting me for so long. In the dream! My clumsy movements made her tell me to lie down properly and let her serve me.
My penis finally entered Xiangjun's vagina. The dream was so real. I watched my glans slowly disappear into Xiangjun's plump, voluptuous vagina. I wanted to freeze the scene. The heat I felt in her body made me unable to believe it was a dream.
Watching my penis going in and out of her beautiful vagina, I ejaculated immediately. I ejaculated so much semen. After my orgasm and ejaculation, Xiangjun straddled me, looking at me unsatisfied. My semen was running down her thighs from her vagina, some even dripping directly onto my chest.
This wasn't a dream! I was really making love with Xiangjun. I quickly got up to lick her beautiful vagina dripping with my semen.
My penis instantly regained its erection, and clumsily, I pressed down on Xiangjun's body to fuck her. She was on all fours like a dog, and my cock pounded wildly against her ass. My thrusting back and forth, along with her limp body sliding down, became a series of up-and-down thrusts into her cunt. She was already moaning until her voice was hoarse. The semen that had flowed into her cunt from my previous ejaculation was now foamed like egg whites in a cake. After my second ejaculation, I didn't stop; I kept thrusting until she pounded her forehead against the spring mattress in ecstasy.
I ejaculated a total of five times. Her inner thighs, her anus, and my pubic hair were covered in foamy semen. Finally, she pressed her beautiful buttocks against me, refusing to let me penetrate her any longer.
"I can't! If you keep going, I'll get hurt!" she said.
I kept my cock inside her, holding her as we slept. She gripped my arms tightly around her, and we fell asleep like that. The next day! I rushed to the bathroom to urinate after waking up. The woman sitting naked on the toilet was my godmother, not Xiangjun. Then I remembered that Xiangjun had gone to Kaohsiung on a business trip the previous evening.
I had slept with my godmother! My urine leaked out uncontrollably. After washing my buttocks with the showerhead, my godmother knelt in front of me and began to give me oral sex. I was completely disoriented. How could I have sex with my godmother? The person I love is Xiangjun.
I was like a wooden doll, letting my godmother move my body. She bathed me, soaped me, rinsed me, and dried me off, then pulled me back to my room to get dressed. She drove me to the company. I didn't know what I was doing all day! At the evening's business dinner, my godmother kept putting food into my bowl, and I mechanically stuffed the food into my mouth.
That night! My godmother dragged me to her room to sleep, and she sucked on me three more times. I wandered naked around the room. My godmother was already satisfied and asleep. I knocked on Xiangjun's door. She let me in and sat on the bed, looking at me expressionlessly.
I told her about being raped by her mother, without a trace of emotion or words coming from her. I confessed my love for her, and then she slapped me, snapping me out of my daze. She didn't kick me out of the room; instead, she cuddled me in her pajamas and slept with me. The next day! I grabbed a small bag and fled back to my dad's house.
Three days later, Xiangjun came to my house and took me back. She let me sleep with her mother. I could only feel more comfortable if I treated my godmother as Xiangjun. Zhiming started coming back to compete for my attention because his boss had suffered a second stroke and was no longer a candidate for treatment. I was also jealous and fought with him. I
tried to coax my godmother in front of her and entertain her in bed, but! I failed! Zhiming's rich sexual experience conquered my godmother. She learned from Xiangjun that I was living with my godmother, and that my godmother had been penetrated by Zhiming's penis after drinking too much at a social event.
My godmother started complaining about my skills in bed. I had no idea she'd already had sex with Zhiming. I diligently watched pornographic videos, learning stranger positions to satisfy her. Women can't be satisfied forever. My godmother asked me to bring her a clean set of clothes to the hotel. The person who opened the door was Zhiming; my godmother was showering.
Looking at the bag Zhiming handed me, the clothes stained with semen, and the way he swaggered in to open the door,
I knew! I'd lost again! I went back to my original room to sleep. Zhiming officially moved in, taking my place in my godmother's bed. Xiangjun still had that same attitude, making me wonder if she was out of her mind.
In my third month of sleeping with my godmother, a month after Zhiming took my place, Xiangjun attempted suicide in the bathroom. Luckily, I skipped class that day and saved her life. Having failed to win Zhiming back from her mother, she chose suicide.
We moved out of the house together. She worked as an accountant at a food store, and I quit my job at my godmother's place to focus on finishing my remaining year of studies.
Xiangjun was finally my woman. Our sex life was very ordinary and normal. I was content with living with her; she never had the spoiled air of a rich girl. We were like a loving young couple, living together.
But! Xiangjun still left me. My colleague Xiaohu, with tears in his eyes, couldn't continue. I had to drink with him, hoping to calm him down so he could finish the story. After finishing three bottles of Taiwan Beer, he continued.
After escaping her mother's control, Xiangjun took care of my daily life. She paid for my rent and living expenses with her meager salary. She was very content and told me not to work and to focus on my studies. I also diligently completed the seven retake credits I had missed last semester.
During summer vacation, I worked at her company's food factory. I gave her my entire first month's salary, and she took me to a Western restaurant for a nice treat. She was fulfilling her duties as a wife, trying to make up for her past messy relationship with Zhiming. I kept telling her not to hold her past against her, but she was still worried, afraid I would look down on her.
She started keeping a close eye on me. There were many female workers at the food factory, and I, a young man, was very popular there. Xiangjun's jealousy began to grow. After receiving my second month's salary, she forbade me to go to work. She wanted to isolate me from any men around me. Her attitude actually made me happy; her jealousy over other women talking to me meant she loved me. In the second semester of fifth grade, she became pregnant. I panicked. My family couldn't afford to raise a child. They were already struggling to pay for my private school tuition, and I didn't dare let them know. I wanted Xiangjun to have an abortion, but she cried and said I looked down on her. I explained our family situation to her, but she said she would take responsibility for raising the child.
I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I had to let her continue working despite her unmarried pregnancy. Back then, being pregnant out of wedlock meant enduring strange looks and gossip from those around us, but Xiangjun silently bore it all. I finally graduated. She was also five months pregnant, her belly bulging, and only then did I dare to let my family know the truth.
While waiting for my military service, my father arranged jobs for me and Xiangjun at her factory. Xiangjun was already part of my family. My mother was overjoyed about her unborn grandson. Before I received my enlistment notice, my father arranged for me to marry Xiangjun. Xiangjun's mother and Zhiming attended my wedding banquet together.
Having grown tired of many women, Zhiming, after the wedding banquet, turned his attention back to Xiangjun. Less than two weeks after my marriage, I enlisted. Zhiming then blackmailed her with old nude photos of Xiangjun. He didn't want money; he had already obtained a large sum from Xiangjun's mother. What he wanted was Xiangjun's voluptuous and alluring body after her pregnancy.
I was completely unaware of this because Xiangjun couldn't tell me. Zhiming threatened to send the nude photos to my father's factory manager's office, forcing the pregnant Xiangjun to have sex with him. Zhiming forced Xiangjun to come home after work or on Sundays when she was off work, where he would rape her.
Xiangjun's mother was taken back to Canada by Zhiming to handle some matters. Xiangjun wanted to go back to her parents' home, but my parents didn't notice anything amiss. Back then, a VCR cost over 80,000 NT dollars, and that perverted Zhiming actually spent 400,000 NT dollars on one to record his horrific rape of Xiangjun.
Xiangjun endured it from me for three months, until Zhiming raped her even after her water broke, while she was still in labor.
On the night of her child's one-month celebration, Xiangjun hanged herself. Before she died, she sent me a ten-page suicide note. My parents kept the news of Xiangjun's death a secret from me. I only received the suicide note a week later and rushed home to see Xiangjun one last time.
I didn't dare tell my parents the reason for Xiangjun's suicide. Xiangjun was such a virtuous daughter-in-law; I couldn't let them grieve any further. I just told them it was postpartum depression that led to her suicide. Enraged by what I saw, after returning to my unit, I deserted while on guard duty one night, carrying my weapon. I rushed to Xiangjun's parents' house and, while Zhiming was having sex with Xiangjun's mother who had just returned from abroad, grabbed his hair and severed his erect penis with a sharpened bayonet.
I left my screaming godmother, covered in blood, and returned to my unit to turn myself in. The political instructor and company commander immediately took me to Xiangjun's parents' house. My godmother, engrossed in sexual pleasure, was unaware that her daughter had been driven to death by her husband.
The political instructor, a smart man, immediately understood the complexities of the family situation and instructed the company commander to explain to the police and military police.
My godmother only learned of Xiangjun's death after seeing the suicide note I handed her. It was too late for regrets; Xiangjun's body had already been cremated and laid to rest on her favorite beach, according to her wishes. After this incident, the company commander did everything he could to suppress the military police, while the political instructor placed me under his supervision. In the military, matters can be serious or minor.
Reporting this would make it difficult for the company commander and political instructor to get promoted. My godmother used her connections to cause Zhiming's wound to fester, requiring three surgeries, and the doctor completely removed his remaining penis. This serious assault case was also resolved by my godmother's money and pressure on Zhiming, ensuring I escaped punishment. My
remaining military service passed quickly. After my discharge, I went to the beach every day to remember Xiangjun. My daughter has Xiangjun's shadow; I didn't know how to explain to her where her mother was. My godmother came to see me several times, wanting me to help at her company, but I only wanted to be with my daughter with Xiangjun and refused her offer.
My daughter's smile made me forget my resentment. Zhiming's fate was also tragic; losing his testicles, he became increasingly feminine. He, who was already handsome, started dressing as a woman. My godmother still supported him, abusing him and causing her to lose a daughter. I only learned of Zhiming's condition when I took my daughter home for the Lunar New Year.
My godmother sent him to America for surgery, where a section of his intestines was removed to create a vagina. My godmother insisted I stay the night. After putting my daughter to sleep, Zhiming knelt naked in front of me. My godmother told me to handle it myself.
She showed me footage of Zhiming abusing Xiangjun, trying to incite my anger. I was truly furious. Watching the footage of Xiangjun bound like a pig, I raised my leg to kick Zhiming. But when I lifted it, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Zhiming begged for my forgiveness, and my heart softened! I turned and went back to my room to sleep with my daughter.
But I couldn't bear to watch the screams of Zhiming after his gender reassignment surgery, and how my godmother abused him. My godmother tried to win my daughter over to stay. My daughter loved this grandmother and begged me to stay. I loved my daughter the most; I couldn't refuse her. I stayed for a month, and my godmother kept trying to provoke me into abusing Zhiming. I work at the company during the day, and at night I torture Zhiming with my godmother. Ever since Zhiming returned from surgery abroad, after being subjected to strange looks and a body search by customs at the airport, he's refused to step out the door, spending all his time holed up at home waiting for his godmother's torture at night. I'm not a psychologist, and I'm too lazy to explore his psychological changes.
The first time I tortured him, I actually stood aside, observing the changes in his body. He, who already had a health problem exempting him from military service, was completely different from my previous impression. He was already thin, but his chest was swollen from silicone implants, his small breasts and areolas were exaggeratedly prominent at the front, and his nipples were very small, which is unusual for men.
After the surgery, he still had a lot of pubic hair, but his labia were strangely large.
"I asked the doctor to do this!" my godmother said.
My godmother ordered him to lie down and spread his legs so I could see him clearly. I didn't want to touch Zhiming, after all, he was still my classmate and best friend. My godmother inserted and rubbed his private parts, and I could see that Zhiming's expression was one of pain. My godmother, however, happily exclaimed, "Feels good, doesn't it, you slut!"
Seeing her perverted state, I couldn't help but reach out to stop her from abusing Zhiming. Zhiming looked at me with gratitude. Now that he was his godmother's possession, he couldn't live without her, so he had no choice but to continue living here!
"Do you think I don't want to leave?" Zhiming said to me after my godmother left. "Xiangjun's death... I can't hate you for cutting off my penis! I...I...from now on, I can only rely on you and her!"
Looking at Zhiming like this, I actually began to feel sorry for him. It was I who cut off her genitals (Zhiming had undergone gender reassignment surgery; it was time to respect him as she was). After this conversation, Zhiming stopped confiding in me, silently enduring his godmother's abuse.
At this point, my colleague Xiaohu was already drunk, and I couldn't hear what he was saying anymore. I had to help him home first, and then slowly dig out the story hidden deep within his heart!
My colleague Xiao Hu started avoiding me, unwilling to tell me what happened afterward. No matter how much I begged him, he wouldn't agree. I had to wait for the right moment for him to tell me. Finally, after three months, at the year-end banquet, he came to my house and told me what had happened.
I hated this godmother. Back then, she knew Xiang Jun and Zhi Ming were having an affair, yet she still slept with Zhi Ming. According to Zhi Ming, his godmother seduced him first, which suited his desire to avoid losing his backer. The time I delivered clothes to the hotel was their third time having sex. Zhi Ming's penis and his extensive sexual experience at the time were incomparable to his.
I wasn't jealous because I loved Xiang Jun. I was even happier that they were having an affair. I knew Xiang Jun was almost mine. I gave up my godmother's place in bed, also so I could have Xiang Jun. I loved her unconditionally. I didn't endure it for long before I started living with Xiang Jun outside.
You know, I still remember my first time with Xiangjun. She was like a virgin, hiding under the covers. It took all my strength to pry open her legs and insert my penis into her beautiful vagina. I couldn't bear to thrust in and out, so I just let my penis soak in her juicy vagina.
I lay on top of her all night, neither of us sleeping, staring at each other with wide eyes. That night, Xiangjun learned of my feelings for her. Her love for Zhiming had completely transferred to me. If I hadn't saved Xiangjun back then, maybe I wouldn't be like this now, and I might be living in their house as their godmother's possession.
"You've already told me about living at your godmother's house and Zhiming!" I didn't want to hear his story anymore and urged him to tell the rest.
My sexual relationship with Zhiming was related to his increasing femininity. My godmother dressed her up daily, improving her skin. Her toes, previously tightly wrapped in gauze, were no longer the thick, rounded shape of a man's. Her foot hair, removed with wax, stopped growing. This change allowed Zhiming to finally dare to go out a year later. As long as she didn't make a sound, no one would mistake her for a man.
When going out, she started wearing a women's bra and dressed properly before leaving. I am a man, and I have needs, but I refused my godmother's advances. I hated her, I hated her to death!
That day! I had drunk too much at a business dinner the night before and stayed home watching TV, not wanting to go to work. Zhiming, returning from shopping in high heels, was rubbing her toes, which ached from the high heels. Her posture aroused my lower abdomen; I actually got an erection!
I leaned forward, grabbed Zhiming's foot, and played with it. She lay down, letting me play with her beautifully maintained feet. The glimpse of her panties made me impulsively want to look at her vulva. I hadn't looked at it since that close observation a year ago, and now I actually really wanted to see her large, fleshy labia.
He seemed to know my thoughts; lying down, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, revealing his front-fastening bra, which easily exposed his breasts to me. His areolas were a beautiful pink—how did he do that without me noticing? I actually bent down to kiss her breasts, sucking on her nipples. Her breasts felt like they were stuffed with plastic bags. She was now completely a woman, Zhiming; she was a woman! She was a woman! Because she made me erect, he wasn't a man! He wasn't a man! I cried out in my heart. I bent down and kissed her passionately, her artificially shaped labia moving as she thrust her hips in response to my licking.
I licked her, and she reciprocated. She pinched her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, a reaction just like when she deliberately made Xiangjun pinch her nipples in front of me. I bit her plump labia, making her tremble. A thick
, sour fluid secreted from her vaginal opening. I immediately inserted my already erect penis into her vagina, and her reaction was identical to a woman's. She gripped her calves tightly, making it easy for me to enter and exit. After a while, she tightened her grip on her calves with her wrists, while her hands spread her labia apart.
Since Xiangjun's death, I hadn't had sex with a woman; this was the first time in over two years. The person I was having sex with was Zhiming, whose penis I had cut off. I quickly ejaculated into her artificial vagina. Stiff and exhausted, I lay on top of her, and Zhiming kissed my neck passionately.
"Classmate! Do you forgive me?" Zhiming's voice made me quickly stand up. She knelt in front of me, covering her genitals, my semen dripping between her fingers. I
had already forgiven her the moment my penis entered her. That day! I ejaculated once in her mouth, once in her vagina, and once in her anus. She repaid the debt she owed me with her body, and I gradually fell in love with her. Every day, when my godmother wasn't around, I would go and have sex with her once or twice. I wanted to hide the fact that we had already had sex, but! I still couldn't keep it a secret.
"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" That day, I sneaked back to have sex with her. Just after I ejaculated, as our lips and tongues were entwined, my godmother's slapping woke us from our reverie.
"Are you satisfied with my training?" My godmother waved for Zhiming to go upstairs and said to me.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"You'd rather have sex with her than be good to me?" my godmother said. "You treat the person who killed your wife better than I, the one who gave you my virginity! All the money and time I've spent on you, can't it make up for your hatred?"
she said. I remained indifferent. Her sharp tone had turned into pleading. Finally, my heart, almost melting from her gaze, was jolted awake by her shouting for Zhiming.
"You slut! Hurry up and bring a basin of water to clean up the filth you've left behind!"
Zhiming quickly brought down a basin of water to clean the dried traces of my ejaculation. My godmother turned and went upstairs. I quickly said to Zhiming, "Can we leave here?"
"No!" Zhiming shook his head. "I can't live without you!"
My godmother allowed Zhiming to squander her money, only wanting her to abuse and serve her at night. This had become a habit for Zhiming. A transgender person can't stand on their own in society. She was already my godmother's possession; she couldn't leave. No matter how I tried to persuade her, she just kept shaking her head at me.
"~!~!" my godmother moaned as I thrust in and out of her. "You see, only a cock can make me feel good," she said to Zhiming, who was kneeling beside me, helping to push my buttocks.
I had no choice but to have sex with my godmother again; I wanted to get Zhiming out of there. Zhiming pushed my buttocks and hers with a blank expression. She was like a maidservant in ancient times, serving the master and mistress during their lovemaking.
I refused to have any oral contact with my godmother; she wanted Zhiming to perform oral sex on her instead.
She also wanted to prevent me from getting an erection on her erect penis. Whether I was on top or not, Zhiming had to help push my buttocks, or my godmother was used as a sex toy. Inserting my cock into my godmother's vagina was already my biggest concession. I wouldn't kiss any part of my godmother's body. After being whipped by my godmother a few times, Zhiming had to kiss her or her breasts when she needed him.
No matter how obedient Zhiming was, he would be whipped by the small leather whip she kept by the bedside. Once! I was so angry that I broke the small leather whip. The next day! My godmother brought back an even longer, thicker whip. Each lash tore at Zhiming's skin. I surrendered to her; I started kissing her, biting her, trying to protect Zhiming.
I secretly began accumulating money and connections, preparing to elope with Zhiming. Our first escape attempt failed when Zhiming, unable to endure the meager meals, secretly tried to return to my godmother's house. Every job I found was sabotaged by my godmother, resulting in my dismissal. Depleted of money
, I had no choice but to return to her house. This time, she became even more arrogant, abusing Zhiming and me. We served our godmother like sex slaves. She began to pervert, enemas us in the bathroom; the first time she did it in the bedroom, the smell lingered for a whole month. Unable to endure the abuse any longer, I escaped again. This time! I was caught by her in Taipei after six months on the run. As soon as I joined the labor insurance program, she could find out where I worked. I was doing odd jobs at a construction site, and the foreman kindly helped me get insurance, but that exposed my location. This time! She sent people to sabotage the construction site, leaving me with no way out.
Gangsters forced me back at gunpoint. Six months of hard labor at the construction site had turned my skin dark and rough; the sun and sandstorms had made my face even more rugged. I've never acknowledged her as my mother-in-law. What mother-in-law would force her son-in-law to have sex with her? I feel more comfortable calling her godmother.
Godmother handed a thick envelope to the gangsters who brought me back. As soon as they left our villa, she lifted her skirt and ordered me to kneel on the ground and lick her vagina. It had accumulated a whole day's worth of smells—the stench of urine and vaginal discharge. She ordered me to lick it clean. I suppressed the urge to vomit and licked her old vagina clean.
After checking her labia in the mirror to make sure they were clean and free of dirt, she called for Zhiming to serve me my meal. I could barely swallow; my mouth was filled with the stench of her old cunt.
"She hasn't bathed for three days since she found out where you were, only letting me wipe her body!" Zhiming whispered in my ear.
I had just finished eating and was drinking the hot soup Zhiming had served me when my godmother actually wanted me to lick her feet, which she had just walked barefoot in the garden. Her command almost made me spit out the soup in my mouth. I suppressed the urge to vomit and licked the dirt off her feet.
That night! She ordered me to bathe her with my tongue, licking her until my tongue was sore and numb, and my jaw almost couldn't close.
After abusing me like that, she didn't order me to have sex with her. Instead, she had Zhiming apply a hot towel to my face. Looking at the increasingly beautiful Zhiming, I immediately got an erection.
"Don't call me Zhiming anymore, call me Mingming, okay?" she asked, and of course, I nodded in agreement.
She bent down and used her mouth to reduce the swelling of my penis. The semen I hadn't ejaculated in six months shot into her mouth all at once. Mingming swallowed my semen and even licked the remaining semen off the head of my penis with her tongue. Mingming hugged me and fell asleep. I held her all night, unable to sleep. Strangely, my godmother didn't bother me anymore and went straight to work the next day.
She had Mingming soothe my emptiness of the past six months. We made love every day, and I ejaculated wildly inside Mingming's vagina for three days before my godmother finally went home. I don't know what important case she had finished, but she ordered Mingming to massage her feet and then commanded me to clean her old cunt with my tongue again. Licking her old cunt, I could smell the blood, like she was menstruating.
"Godmother! Are you menstruating?" I asked, looking up.
"No! I just finished last week!" she replied.
She ordered me to keep licking, then told Mingming to grab her raised leg and for me to get up and pound her hard with my penis. I didn't know how long I pounded her. She changed positions, lying face down on the sofa, wanting me to enter her from behind. No matter how well she maintained her figure, when I was fucking her, she was just a lump of flesh in my eyes.
"~! Blood!" Mingming's scream startled her from her sexual daze and pulled me back from my daze.
Her old cunt was gushing out bright red blood with each thrust of my penis, the amount of which shocked me. Mingming was in a similar situation when I chopped off her penis. Mingming quickly called the fire department for an ambulance, while I quickly used her underwear to plug her genitals.
Mingming went to the hospital with the ambulance, while I went after cleaning the blood off myself. It was likely a ruptured cervical tumor that caused the massive blood loss. I listened to the doctor's diagnosis; the surgery was complete. Her uterus had been removed. Mingming stayed with her at the hospital, and I was secretly hoping she would die soon.
She asked Mingming to bring me to the hospital. After I went, she asked me to take over her company. I didn't agree, but I started going to work and helping her with things. After that, her attitude towards me and Mingming completely changed, reverting to the doting mother she was when she first returned from Canada.
After she was discharged, I handed the company back to her and went home to be with my daughter. That's when I found a job working with you. I know she's been helping me behind the scenes. But I don't appreciate it. Mingming moved into my house.
My parents don't know that she's Zhiming, my best friend from back then. Mingming's daily work is taking my daughter to school and then going to her house to look after her. She approached our company for a collaboration this time, specifically requesting I be in charge, probably to help me. I brought you into this project so you could be my shield.
I hate seeing her again, so I kept insisting you contact the other company.
I listened incredulously to my colleague Xiao Hu's story—the skinny beauty who delivers things when he works late, his wife Mingming, turns out she used to be a man, and was even his best friend and classmate. I've never heard his wife speak to me; every time she delivers a sample text, she kisses Xiao Hu and leaves.
Xiao Hu often calls Mingming so tenderly and affectionately on the phone when he has to work late, making us colleagues envious. Mingming drove to my house to pick him up. Looking at Mingming driving, I noticed her Adam's apple. I couldn't imagine what she looked like as a man. I've kept this a secret for a long time. Xiao Hu didn't ask me not to tell anyone; I simply fulfilled my basic moral obligation by posting it online, based on the privacy of this place.
Knowing a secret was too painful to keep to myself, so with Xiao Hu's permission, I wrote it down and published it.
He laughed at my embellished sex scenes and even asked me to print a copy for his wife, Mingming. This article finally got Mingming to speak to me—a deep, husky male voice.
The couple now often come to my house to chat or discuss business, and incidentally, to read the erotic stories I've written. They say these stories greatly help their sex life. His daughter has been sent to study in Canada by her grandmother. I compared her to a photo of his ex-wife, Xiangjun, and they really do look alike.
Mingming is a transgender woman and cannot have children, but it's a good thing that she has a happy and fulfilling marriage.
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