The pleasure of ravaging

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The fog made the world seem very simple; everything was identical except for the ground beneath one's feet, like a magical world full of mysteries. Ya Zi was the most diligent boy in the village, getting up before six o'clock every morning to cut grass.

Although he was used to the unpredictable mountain weather, the sight of everything disappearing into the fog still made him feel a little strange and a little panicked. Looking at the thick white fog before him, he hesitated for a moment. Since he was already here, he figured he might as well cut some grass to take back as a token of his accomplishment. With that thought, he continued along the mountain path.

Wild grass was everywhere, like air. He found a spot, bent down, and began cutting. The emerald green leaves, after their sharp clash with the sickle, all fell to the ground, quickly filling a small basket.

As Ya Zi gathered his tools, he suddenly looked up and saw something white in the grass ahead.

He slowly walked over, and the scene before him suddenly took his breath away: a woman, completely naked, curled up there. Ya Zi froze for a moment. It took him about ten seconds to recover before he turned and ran.

"Brother, save me!" The voice wasn't loud, but Ya Zi heard it clearly. Oh, so she was alive.

He turned back, but dared not approach, only staring in terror. "Save me, brother!" It was a young woman's voice, weak and sounding like she was about to die. Ya Zi slowly came to his senses and mustered his courage to take a few steps back. This time he saw clearly: a young girl lying in the grass, her face exposed, her large eyes gazing at him with pleading

eyes. Ya Zi had a soft heart and couldn't resist pleading. Seeing her pitiful state, he wanted to help her up.

But she was naked and pale, and even without looking directly at her, his chest pounded.

The girl noticed his panicked gaze but made no attempt to hide herself, as if she had seen a savior. Ya Zi thought for a moment and said to her, "Don't worry, put your clothes on first."

The girl looked down at herself but found nothing. Tears streamed down her face, and she began to sob. Ya Zi panicked and quickly said, "Don't cry, don't cry." He took off his own jacket, which, though thin and small, could at least cover her up a little.

The girl wiped away her tears and took the jacket. "Where do you live? Shall I take you home?" "I, I, I can't remember." Ya Zi was immediately at a loss. What should he do? The girl could see that he didn't know what to do. "Take me to find some clothes to wear first.

Or I can take you to my house. I have everything. Don't be afraid. It's still early, and we shouldn't run into anyone on the road. My house is very close by." The girl could tell he wasn't a bad person and nodded in agreement.

Ya Zi had grown up in the mountains and was as strong as a calf. Carrying the girl on his back, his legs were numb. The woman initially tried to pull away, but eventually, she ran out of strength and collapsed against him. His heart pounded even harder. His waist was wrapped around her thighs, a furry spot brushing against him, making his heart race. He didn't even know how he'd gotten back.

The girl lay in his tattered blanket. "Don't mind the dirt, this is all I have,"

she said, opening her mouth slightly before fainting.

Ya Zi didn't go anywhere all day. He kept the front and back doors locked and closed, sitting on a stone stool watching the sleeping girl. Hearing her cough, he quickly got up and brought her some water. "Get up and drink some water, your mouth is so dry." The girl tried to move, but couldn't sit up. Ya Zi sat on the edge of the bed and helped her lean against the wall.

The girl drank all the water, looking at the honest Ya Zi, tears welling up again. "Thank you."

Ya Zi couldn't bear to see this, and he almost burst into tears himself. He quickly comforted her, saying, "Are you hungry? I'll make you something."

The girl was so weak that she couldn't get out of bed for ten days straight. Every morning, Ya Zi would prepare her meal, place it by her bedside, go out to work, and return in the evening. Ya Zi slept in another small room every day, never daring to overstep his bounds. The girl slowly recovered, and her face regained its radiance. Ya Zi looked at this slightly plump girl, feeling a surge of happiness. The girl regarded him as her benefactor and never hid from him. She wore very little clothing in the room, and Ya Zi sometimes couldn't help but steal glances at her. However, he would blush terribly before even seeing her chest and quickly turn away.

Of course, the girl noticed all of this, and she found herself somewhat fond of this honest and simple man. Sometimes she wondered if he was a pervert, deliberately dressing so revealingly, but this only made him more shy. With Ya Zi's meticulous care every day, the girl almost forgot the ordeal she had just endured. During those days in bed, she spent most of her time hoping for Ya Zi's return.

Gradually, Ya Zi became familiar with her and no longer avoided her gaze, though he still felt an awkward urge whenever he saw the girl's body vaguely visible under the covers.

The girl had almost fully recovered. The first thing she wanted to do was take a bath.

This posed a problem for Ya Zi, as he had no bathroom. He only found a large iron basin and boiled a pot of water for her. The room where she slept was too small and full of everyday items, unsuitable for bathing. He didn't know how to tell her. The girl had already noticed and said to Ya Zi, "Isn't there a small storage room outside? I've looked at it; there aren't many things inside. Why don't I bathe there?"

Ya Zi installed a light bulb for her, hung a tattered sheet by the door, and went back to his own room to rest.

The girl took off her clothes one by one, splashing water gently on her fair skin. The dirt was washed away, and the girl's full body exuded a captivating fragrance.

Little did she know, a man was peering lecherously at her from the wall outside the hut.

Unlike in the city, houses in the mountains are far apart, and few people move about at night. But today, someone had come to visit. The man was Huang Si, in his thirties, married but not living a proper life, spending his days idly. He usually didn't associate with honest men like Ya Zi, but a section of his wall had collapsed in the rain, and he'd come to ask Ya Zi for work the next day, only to stumble upon the girl bathing. As

he approached Ya Zi's courtyard, he heard the rushing water and a familiar fragrance wafted over. Huang Si recognized it as a woman's scent. He circled the yard and found a small hut with a light on; the water was coming from there. The hut was dilapidated, with holes in the walls through which Huang Si could see clearly.

Huang Si immediately became aroused. He couldn't believe that this foolish Ya Zi had a woman. He watched the girl bathing and realized she didn't seem like a typical mountain village woman. Her body and face were incredibly white, her skin flawless, without a single blemish or dark spot. The small room, only two or three square meters, was almost entirely filled with her body. Her hips were astonishingly large, her alluring curves constantly shifting in shape. Her glossy black hair clung tightly to her white neck, further emphasizing her snow-white complexion.

After bathing, the girl, draped in a sheet, passed through the outer room where Ya Zi was resting and went inside. Ya Zi lay there silently, probably unable to breathe from the scent of her womanhood. She could almost picture his flushed face, and she nearly burst out laughing.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, Ya Zi suddenly slipped in, pulled back the sheet, and reached for her breasts. She woke up instantly, pushing his hand away forcefully. They struggled for a moment, then the girl stopped moving. She liked Ya Zi.

Ya Zi lowered his head, sucking hard on her nipple while his other hand continued to caress her other breast. She excitedly hugged his waist and gently stroked it.

She felt his big mouth constantly rolling his tongue back and forth, her nipples were tickled, her mouth became drier and drier, her mind began to go blank, and she thought to herself, this silly boy is quite good at eating. Soon, she could hardly think anymore, wave after wave of pleasure throughout her body was stronger and stronger, and she had no time to think.

She didn't know when her legs were lifted high, and his large mouth was frantically devouring her vulva, his thick tongue intertwining with her labia. She held his head tightly, his mouth licking her vulva until it felt like it was about to explode. She pressed down hard, frantically trying to force his head into her large, full vulva. He suddenly pulled his head out from between her thighs, his hips leaping up, his thick penis effortlessly plunging in all the way.

"Ah..." The girl's vulva was suddenly stretched open, and with the entry of his penis, vaginal fluid gushed out continuously. The penis didn't thrust forcefully, but rather gently and quickly inserted, each time with a short length of insertion and withdrawal. Her clitoris was sucked until it itched intensely, and she grabbed his buttocks with both hands, pressing them between her legs. She longed for a deep penetration, but his penis continued to pull in and out quickly as always. "I want..." she almost cried out to him. Finally, the penis suddenly pulled out to its limit, and then plunged in deeply. The strange glans pressed straight into the girl's deepest point, the already open orifice reaching the tip of the urethra. He couldn't help but shudder, then began to thrust forcefully and repeatedly.

She was on the verge of collapse, pleasure overwhelming her; she couldn't breathe, her mouth agape.

The penis spurted out a large amount of semen, then immediately collapsed on top of her. She let out a scream and fainted.

She slept soundly that night, without even dreaming. When she woke up in the morning, she had completely forgotten what she had discovered the night before, and her face was even more radiant. She got up and glanced at the outer room; Ya Zi was sleeping like a log. She went over and kicked him awake. Ya Zi rubbed his eyes groggily and asked what had happened, as if nothing had happened the night before.

She shouted at him, "Time to get to work!" Ya Zi responded stupidly and slowly got up. He still didn't dare look at her. She thought, "We've already had our fun, why pretend now?" But she still liked his simple-mindedness.

She made him breakfast for the first time. As he squatted on the ground eating, she stared at him intently, her eyes wide open. It made him uneasy; he couldn't understand why she suddenly seemed like a different person.

Ya Zi said, "I'm going on a long trip today to buy you some nice clothes, otherwise you can't go out." She said, "You're going to spend money on me again," and added that she'd pick out something pretty for her. Ya Zi grinned foolishly at her a few times, telling her he might not be back that night, but not to worry about being home alone; the front door was sturdy, nothing would happen.

She went to bed early that night, lying in bed thinking about the previous night, and slowly drifted off to sleep. Soon she started dreaming; she knew it was a dream. She dreamt that Ya Zi came back, threw his things into the outer room, and rushed straight towards her. He slowly embraced her and began suckling her breasts again, just like the night before. Her juices flowed, and Ya Zi kissed her frantically. She clung to him tightly as he thrust his penis inside her again. It felt so good; the frenzied pleasure intensified, and she felt she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to tell him to slow down, but suddenly she woke up.

She realized the frenzied thrusting was real; the man's thick penis was penetrating her swollen vulva at full speed. She clearly heard the man's heavy breathing.

She screamed, "Who are you? Are you Ya Zi?" The man remained silent, forcefully pressing her hands down and his lower body against her legs, rendering her completely immobile. Her pleasure vanished instantly. She tried to scream again, but he silenced her with his mouth. She was pinned down, forced to endure the man's brutal thrusts. The sudden turn of events abruptly interrupted her dream of pleasure. Her vagina was dry. The man sensed this and abruptly stopped, getting off her. She let out a long sigh, hoping he wouldn't come any further and that it would end there.

The man groped his way to the wall and turned on the light. The bright white light instantly illuminated the room, and she couldn't bear the intense light, immediately closing her eyes.

The man returned to the bed, not immediately resuming his thrusting, but instead began to caress her pristine white body, kissing her full breasts. Slowly, her desire was rekindled, and she became increasingly sensitive to the man's touch, her whole body feeling as if it were floating.

The man flipped her over, lifting her fleshy buttocks, her legs dangling, her knees pressing against the bed, so that her groin was directly facing the ceiling, her vagina gaping open, the scent of her body mixed with the fishy smell of her vaginal fluids filling the man's nostrils. The man, as if stimulated, opened his mouth wide, his large, bumpy tongue enveloping the vulva from below, then licking upwards forcefully. Vaginal fluid flowed out continuously under the pressure of his tongue.

Because his large tongue tightly enveloped the vulva, not a drop of fluid was left in his mouth. The woman's strong scent intensely stimulated his desire. His tongue savagely roamed inside the labia majora, its tip rapidly touching every tender fold of flesh. More vaginal fluid flowed out, the vulva, covered in mucus, radiating heat, the vaginal opening contracting irregularly.

However, in this position, the stimulation the man felt was far greater than the woman's. The girl's delicate, smooth skin, along with the fine downy hair, was vividly displayed before his eyes. The swollen vulva softened and tightened intermittently, the woman's secretions flowing continuously into the man's body.

The woman gasped for breath, her upper body swaying back and forth, her body leaning to one side. The man immediately stopped her tilting, wrapping his arms around her waist and tightly embracing her two full thighs. The woman's body was completely paralyzed. Her cries slowly turned into sobs, each teasing touch of the tongue stirring the primal wildness deep within her.

She couldn't see the man's face, only hoping it was Ya Zi, but his practiced movements were so incongruous with Ya Zi's simple honesty. She knew he wasn't Ya Zi; she could tell from his shadow on the ground. He was taller than Ya Zi. She wanted to expose it all; she wanted to tell the man, "You're not Ya Zi," but no matter how she opened her mouth, not a sound came out.

The passion surging within her gripped her throat. The man poured pleasure into her from behind, flowing along her tilted body to her brain, the wild sweetness numbing her senses.

Her body desperately craved that serpentine tongue. She thought of poor Ya Zi again; he had been so good to her, and she not only couldn't repay him, but now she was enjoying this man's caresses like a harlot. She felt sorry for Ya Zi. No, her heart jolted awake.

"No!" she finally cried out, but the man continued as if he hadn't heard her at all. She tried to turn her head back, but found she had no strength left. She mentally rejected the pleasure he was giving her. He stopped licking, and she thought he had heard her cries, but then she felt something long slowly inserted into her burning, aching cavity. It was thin and long; she felt it was his finger. Tears instantly blurred her vision. He was violating her vagina with his hand. "No!" she could only silently try to stop him, but only she could hear it.

The deeply inserted finger moved its joints, its shaft teasing the tender, hot walls of her vagina, its tip swaying wildly, tracing the circumference of her vagina. No! A strong stimulation shot from deep within her vagina to her brain; the fingertip felt like a knife trying to tear open her uterus. Her womb began to stir, her clitoris slowly opening, ready for the insertion of the foreign object. No matter how hard he tried, the slender finger was always just a step away from her clitoris.

The man pressed his hips down, and she knew he was about to penetrate her. However, he didn't pull out his deeply inserted fingers; instead, he slid his penis back in along the same path.

His thick penis and slender fingers rotated simultaneously, a tingling, throbbing sensation rushing to her head, giving her a feeling of flying. She knew she was out of control. Her guilt towards Ya Zi lessened, and her primal, wild desires made her submit to the strong man behind her. She began to actively cooperate with his every move, following the guidance of his penis and fingers, yet she could never reach that point.

The fire within her burned brighter and brighter, the desire to be conquered reaching its peak, the relentless thrusting of his penis unable to keep up with her sensations. She moaned groaning eccentrically, frantically thrusting her hips back and upward. The man pounded into her large, welcoming vulva with incredible speed; he realized she was going mad. The frequency of his thrusts had reached its limit, yet she continued to thrust back with increasing force. It had escalated to an uncontrollable state.

He knew he had to break the woman's composure, distract her from her genitals. Unexpectedly, he grasped her smooth, round breasts, pinching her swollen, stiff nipples and squeezing hard.

She was instantly thrust into a climax, her genitals frozen in place.

She climaxed, the pleasure exploding from her lower body in all directions. She was torn to shreds. She collapsed between the man's legs.

A moment later, a muffled groan escaped his lips; he had ejaculated. "

Are you a prostitute?" She still couldn't believe it was someone else.

The man turned her over, and she saw the face of a forty-year-old man. She screamed madly.

The man told her, "Go ahead and scream, no one here can hear you."

The pleasure within her was still surging, her will had returned, and shame, excitement, and a tingling sensation swirled in her mind. She felt so unfamiliar and terrifying.

Her heart couldn't find peace for a long time. She began to sob intermittently. The man gently caressed her smooth, delicate breasts, which felt as if they no longer belonged to her. Every inch of skin touched released waves of pleasure. She knew what that feeling was—the feeling of a woman craving to be raped again.

She clung to the ugly man, frantically rubbing against him. She had lost control; the pleasure of being ravaged by the man was like a drug, drawing her in.

Finally, she went limp, the fire slowly dying down. She couldn't remember when the man left; her eyes just stared blankly at the sky. Ya Zi returned. She didn't want to say a word to him. Ya Zi silently stuffed her clothes into her hands.

She was leaving. As she said goodbye, she wanted to tell Ya Zi, "I'm sorry," but what came out was "thank you." She boarded the bus home. She realized she had changed; everything was so different. She thought of her former classmates, but that was too distant now.

[The End]

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