Desire for Dreams and Butterflies 1-9

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a)

"Zhuang Zhou, this is my mom." Meng Die hung up the phone and said to Zhuang Zhou with an embarrassed look, "
Something and she wants me to go back now."

"Huh?" Zhuang Zhou was a little surprised. It was his birthday today, and his future mother-in-law knew that.
"Is it something very important? Do you want me to go back with you?"

"No need, Xiaowen and I are fine together. By the way, give me the keys, my bag is still with you
, I'll have Xiaowen bring it to you later." As she spoke, Meng Die gave Zhuang Zhou's classmates and friends sitting around the table
an apologetic smile.

Taking the keys, Meng Die quickly gave Zhuang Zhou a light kiss on the lips and whispered, "Happy birthday."
Then, blushing, she left.

Touching his lips, Zhuang Zhou, looking like he was savoring the moment, attracted the attention of several single men at the table.
Someone loudly asked, "How's it going? Zhuang Zhou, you're already engaged, shouldn't you get your future sister-in-law ready?"

A burst of laughter erupted.

Zhuang Zhou scratched his head, his face flushed, "Get lost, we're getting married in three months, what's the rush?"

"By the way, are you impotent? Don't hold back our school beauty, there are still
plenty of guys who haven't given up."

"Whether I'm good or not isn't up to you, you have to ask my future sister-in-law. Right?"

"That kid's so lucky. Unlike me, I've only ever dreamt of such good things."

Zhuang Zhou didn't argue with them, happily continuing to drink. Looking back on his twenty-five years of life, it
had truly been incredibly smooth. Born into a well-off family with harmonious parents, Zhuang Zhou had never experienced any
family misfortune. He went to a prestigious university, and despite his average looks, he managed
to win over the campus belle from the neighboring university, two years his junior, with patience and charm. No wonder everyone present today felt a shared sense of frustration when they saw Meng Die, a beauty known for her shyness and
gentleness , offer her lips to them in public.

Ultimately, they were good friends, and the resentment dissipated. Then came another round of heavy drinking, with everyone calling each other brothers. By the
time Xiaowen returned and gave Zhuang Zhou the keys, all the boys, except for Zhuang Zhou who never seemed to get drunk, were completely intoxicated.

When it was time to go home, Zhuang Zhou, who wasn't drunk, took a taxi. Those with girlfriends were lucky; someone would
pick them up. The sight of those three or four single men supporting each other as they hailed taxis was truly pitiful.

He rolled down the car window, a cool breeze brushing his forehead. Recalling his fiancée's captivating figure, coupled with the teasing
words he'd just heard—words spoken unintentionally but heard with intent—it felt like the alcohol was accumulating in his groin, a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.
If it weren't his promise to Meng Die to wait until after the wedding… He'd already gotten his wish during their last trip to the beach.

He chuckled, patting his slightly hardened penis. What's the rush? It's only three months, it'll be over
soon . What's wrong with being a virgin for another three months?

But Xiaowen was really something. He'd been so looking forward to Mengdie's birthday present, and this silly girl
had lost it. Mengdie was there, so he couldn't say anything. What was even more infuriating was that this woman had given him a box
of condoms wedding gift three months later. He'd definitely kick that girl out of the church then.

Touching the box in his pocket, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but sigh. Another three months before he could use them. Why hadn't
he thought of this frustrating situation—not being able to make a move on his woman—during the wedding ?

This incident clearly taught Zhuang Zhou's male friends a lesson: if you don't have the shamelessness to deny it,
don't promise things you can't deliver; no one will sympathize with you.

He opened the door; the room was pitch black, but in a little while, he believed warm light would be
waiting . Zhuang Zhou turned on the light and then surveyed his house with a touch of smugness. If
someone were waiting for him in the bedroom right now, that would be wonderful.

He sighed, pushed open the bedroom door, turned on the light, and prepared to undress.

"You're back." A soft voice, tinged with shyness, echoed in the bedroom. Zhuang Zhou looked in
the direction , staring in disbelief at the graceful figure on the double bed—Meng Die.

Meng Die wore a slightly conservative white nightgown; it was his nightgown, and it didn't quite cover her
beautiful . She leaned against the headboard, a
pretty bow tied with the ribbon used for wrapping gifts on her long, slender neck. Her bright eyes dared not meet Zhuang Zhou's burning gaze, glancing sideways at her bent, closed
legs . Her charming face was flushed, and she stammered, as if using all her courage, "This...this is for
your birthday..." "A gift...do you like it?"

Zhuang Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and his throat felt dry. It must have been Xiao Wen's idea; otherwise,
Meng Die wouldn't have made such a bold move. But going against his own cleverness wasn't something a man would do.
He walked over and stroked Meng Die's burning cheeks, asking incredulously, "Is this real?"

Meng Die tilted her head coquettishly, "I'm right here, how could it be fake?" Her face flushed
even .

Zhuang Zhou excitedly pulled Meng Die into a tight embrace, passionately kissing her earlobe, cheek, and then her luscious red
lips. "I love it. This is the best birthday present I've ever received."

"Ugh." Meng Die buried her head deep in his chest, not daring to let him see her blushing face.
Her voice, barely a whisper, was a muffled complaint, "It's all Xiao Wen's fault, she encouraged me to do this..."

Holding her close, Zhuang Zhou slowly lay down, barely daring to breathe, his
hands moving cautiously along the curve of Meng Die's beautiful back towards her breasts. When his hands covered those full, rounded mounds, he felt
a deep sense of gratitude towards Xiao Wen. Her delicate body trembled slightly with nervousness beneath her nightgown, her firm breasts conveying this
tension to Zhuang Zhou's hands. He gently caressed them, suppressing his own nervousness, and whispered words of comfort.
"Don't be afraid, Meng Die, I... I won't let you down."

Meng Die lowered her hands, which had instinctively tried to cover her chest, and lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhuang Zhou's face. But her
soft little hands climbed onto the buttons of his shirt, showing her determination through her actions.

Not satisfied with being blocked by the pajamas, Zhuang Zhou tentatively reached his hand into the loose neckline of the pajamas. Meng Die shuddered
and shrank back to avoid him. He didn't dare to be presumptuous and could only stroke the alluring white skin at the neckline, the smooth
skin seeming to have a captivating pull.

Meng Die began to let out soft moans. His shirt had been completely undone by her, as if seeking
some kind of comfort, her soft hands unconsciously tracing the contours of his strong muscles.

"Little Die, you're so beautiful..." he whispered in her ear, kissing the ribbon around her neck,
untying , and then repeatedly imprinting his marks on her jade-like neck.

Letting out muffled moans, Meng Die tilted her head back, responding to his nibbling, completely at
his mercy.

The swelling in his lower body had begun to ache, and he pulled her hand down, guiding it. He unzipped his pants,
guiding her small hand to his erect penis. After a slight flinch, her warm palm enveloped his hot
penis, but she simply left it there, completely unsure of what to do.

Tentatively beginning to advance towards the mysterious valley, Zhuang Zhou nervously explored along her delicate skin little by little.
But just as he was about to slip his hand inside her underwear, Meng Die suddenly pushed him away.

"Wh...what's wrong?" Zhuang Zhou was a little nervous. Had he done
something ?

"You...you haven't showered yet." Meng Die blushed and pushed him, her coquettish yet reproachful expression making
Zhuang Zhou's heart skip a beat.

He rushed into the bathroom and hurriedly began to wash his body. His fully erect penis was throbbing
impatiently , and the warm feeling of the hot water flowing over it made him even more eager for the real, warm, and
tender body that awaited him. Carefully washing every inch of his penis, he half-jokingly muttered to himself, "This time it's
all up to you. Don't embarrass me."

He quickly dried himself off, not even bothering to put on his pajamas, and rushed back to the bedroom. Through his wet
, half-long hair, he could see the beautiful scene on the bed. The lights had been dimmed to an ambiguous yellow. Meng Die
had covered herself completely under the large blanket, half her face hidden beneath it, only her large, watery
eyes looking at his naked body with a mixture of timidity and shyness. His eyes caught sight of the neatly folded
pajamas and the underwear that had been removed by the bedside, and a surge of heat coursed through his lower body, causing his slightly limp penis to harden again.

"Xiaodie, I'm here..." Zhuang Zhou swallowed hard, gently lifting a corner of the blanket. Mengdie
blushed and turned her back to him. He opened his arms, slipping under the covers
and embracing her beautiful, soft body. The warmth and softness of her body made his heart pound. Her smooth back curves fit perfectly
in his embrace, her smooth skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He couldn't help but hold her tighter.
Mengdie curled her legs up in nervousness, her burning desire nestled between her rising buttocks.

As if burned, she flinched. To ease her tension, he gently
kissed the back of her neck, lightly touching her sensitive earlobe from time to time. Struggling to suppress the
urge , he patiently caressed her using the methods he had learned through various channels. One hand first moved to her back,
then to her waist, gradually moving downwards towards more sensitive areas.

"Zhou, I'm so scared..." she whispered, her long, pink legs pressed together and curled up, as if trying to avoid the
large hand that was about to reach her buttocks.

Zhuang Zhou's heart was about to explode with tension. Although he had practiced countless times with his hands,
the mere touch of the girl's soft skin was enough to make him explode when he actually went into battle. Her bent legs and
naturally , with just the slight movement of her buttocks rubbing against his burning glans, sent waves of pleasure through him.
"Don't panic," he kept telling himself, but unfortunately, all the techniques he had learned from various websites were
now completely forgotten. His mind was blank, and only his hands, driven by instinct, began
to knead her soft, plump buttocks and tentatively approach the mysterious garden between her thighs.

"Zhou...please...please be gentle." She murmured softly like a deer, nervously grabbing his
wrist as his fingers lightly touched the most delicate petals of her flower garden.

"I will," he replied hoarsely, struggling to restrain his hand from going any further. He
paused, pressing it against the hot skin of her inner thigh, caressing it gently. His hand slipped under her armpit
, kissing the back of her neck while carefully moving towards her sacred breasts.

Her hands gripped his, then hesitated before releasing them. Receiving the signal, he no longer hesitated and cupped her
soft, tender breasts. The firm, full orbs attracted his palm like a magnet, and the nipples
gradually hardened under his kneading.

The heat from her nipples gradually traveled to the depths of her lower abdomen, converging with
the pleasure all flowing deep into her garden. She shyly closed her legs, slightly shifting her body, yet still unable to stop
the surge of heat slowly flowing from deep within her. "Zhou... I'm so hot."

Turning his head from behind her, he kissed along the back of her ear to her yearning red lips. She shifted slightly,
turning her head in response. Their lips and tongues intertwined; he sucked on her smooth, tender lips, listening to her alluring nasal
voice , his lower body's heat could no longer be suppressed.

"Xiaodie... I want you, I want you..." He looked into her eyes, making no attempt to hide his
impatient desire.

“Zhou…” she whispered his name, then turned over, her tightly pressed legs
parting . She reached out and gently grasped his engorged penis, whispering almost inaudibly,
“Please, love me well…”

He breathed heavily, then suddenly threw the blanket aside. She gasped and tried to curl up,
but he firmly pulled her long legs apart with both hands. “Xiaodie, let me see you properly…”

“You…you’re so annoying…” She covered her face with her hands, but no longer tried to shrink back. Her alluring naked body was fully displayed before him under the
bright light.

Her skin, originally as white as ivory, now
glowed Her soft nipples now stood proudly erect with pleasure and anticipation.
Her secret garden, once tightly closed among sparse pubic hair, now slightly opened its gates with determination and love. His gaze traveled downwards,
finally locking onto the pinkish glint between her thighs, glistening with moisture.

Invasion…possession…combination…a series of commands issued without conscious thought. He covered her
body, seemingly driven entirely by instinct, his hard penis relentlessly thrusting against her mons pubis, but…
Completely inexperienced, he couldn't find the entrance to pleasure.

His hot glans pressed against her thighs, making her weak all over. The few times it hit her clitoris, it
sent shivers down her spine. She looked down at Zhuang Zhou, his face covered in sweat from his frantic activity. She swallowed, bit
her lower lip , and shyly guided his penis to her vaginal opening with two fingers. While
not completely wet, a few drops of lubrication lubricated her tightly closed vulva.

His glans pressed against the soft, warm indentation of her pink vulva, almost causing him to
ejaculate . He quickly bent down, bracing himself against her sides, and thrust forcefully. He felt his glans pierce
into Meng Die's body, the warm, tender flesh gripping him tightly, soft and moist, constantly writhing and contracting,
making his whole body tingle.

Meng Die's face turned pale. She braced herself against his chest with both hands and said in a trembling voice, "Zhou, don't... don't be so rough,
I... I'm in so much pain."

He was already ready to go, his
taut and then enjoy the pleasure that his hands could not simulate.

"Xiaodie, it'll be alright after this." He comforted her as he thrust harder, feeling a piercing sensation
at the tip of , then warm fluid seeped out from the opening.
She let out a suppressed cry of pain, her eyes brimming with tears as she softly said, "Zhou... please... please be gentle,
I... I feel like I'm going to split open... sob..."

He quickly kissed away her tears, apologizing repeatedly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, it's my fault, I was too
rough. I won't move anymore."

He suppressed his urge and stopped, the tender flesh inside her vagina tightly gripping his penis, contracting with the rise and
fall Even without thrusting, it was still much more pleasurable than when he masturbated.

They remained like this for a moment, both of their naked bodies covered in glistening sweat, especially Zhuang Zhou, who was struggling to hold back
.

"Zhou... are you... in pain..." Meng Die looked at him with teary eyes, appearing somewhat apologetic.

Zhuang Zhou chuckled foolishly, touching her face and saying, "I hurt you, it's only right that I bear with it
. Seeing you in so much pain makes me feel bad too."

She bit her lip and shifted her body, her vagina, tightly gripping his penis, rubbing against his shaft with her movement. She
groaned in pain and whispered, "Zhou...it doesn't hurt so much anymore, it's just...it feels so swollen and uncomfortable,
like there's something growing in my stomach...you...move..."

Her innocent and confused expression was indescribably lewd, making him even more aroused. That "move" was like a
pardon to him. Without hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, pushing his long-suppressed penis deep into Meng Die's vagina,
stopping only at the very depths of that soft, tender flesh.

Meng Die let out a kitten-like whimper, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. The muscles inside her vagina, making contact with the stranger for the
first time , enveloped her with a mixture of pain and excitement.

"Xiao Die... Ah... Ah... Your lower part... is so tight, so... so comfortable..."
As if countless suction cups were attached to his penis, he thrust in and out with difficulty a couple more times, and the urge to ejaculate traveled straight to
the base of his spine.

Meng Die tilted her head, her face flushed with embarrassment, and said in a soft voice, "You... you hate... saying... saying such filthy things."

The soft, panting moans in his ears, the soft and beautiful body of his lover beneath him, the pleasure in his groin was amplified many times over by
the psychological satisfaction, and Zhuang Zhou could no longer hold back. He thrust in and out a few more times with all his might, and a wave
of electric-like pleasure surged through his waist. He quickly hugged Meng Die's naked body tightly, letting his penis penetrate deeply into her tender
virgin vagina, spraying out a large amount of hot semen to mark the territory that had never been invaded before.

In that blissful climax, Zhuang Zhou felt a wave of dizziness, his mind went blank…

(b)

“Strange… he ejaculated. Dr. Foucher, is your treatment even working?”

Strange… what language is this… why can I understand it? Everything is so dark… what’s going on? This
is Meng Die’s voice… why is she speaking this strange language?

“This just proves the greatness of my treatment. At least, his sexual nerves have returned to normal. I believe that
if I stimulate him a little more, he will wake up.”

What? Who is this old man? What wake up? I… am I asleep?

“Alright, go ahead and try. He’s been asleep for almost a month. If he doesn’t wake up soon, the Frye Group will
become a group of vegetative state people, that would be truly ridiculous.”

Meng Die, what are you saying… what interstellar group… what Frye? What are you talking about! A month?
We… weren’t we just intimate… a nightmare? Could it be a nightmare?

In the boundless darkness, his brain suddenly felt as if it had been struck by lightning, followed by
a dull, throbbing pain as if a scorching knife was slowly slicing down his head. The dull pain made him want to scream,
but no sound came out; it was as if something was covering his mouth.

The pain intensified, and the electric current coursing through his brain continued to grow stronger…

“Ah!” He jerked free of the gag and screamed, his eyes snapping open.
A large gush of thick, pungent liquid poured into his mouth, and at the same time… countless
unfamiliar memories flooded his mind as if falling from the sky. Both the memories and the liquid nearly
drowned him…

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a strange bed. Although the sheets
and other looked like those in a hospital, strange metal instruments were attached to the headboard and footboard. The jumbled
memories in his mind were impossible to organize. He shifted his body in pain, only to realize that he was completely naked.

"You're finally awake." A familiar, gentle voice came from beside the bed. Although it spoke a completely unfamiliar language,
he understood it perfectly, as if he had been born into this language.

"Mr. Bart? Mr. Bart Fry? How are you feeling?" It was the old man's voice.

The name he remembered overlapped with the two men's calls. Though unfamiliar, he knew it was indeed his
name . He turned his head, but the old man standing beside the bed did not attract his attention in the slightest. He focused intently on the...
The beautiful woman was looking at him with concern. Her jet-black hair, bright eyes, and delicate nose were all so
familiar . He opened his mouth, wanting to call her Xiaodie, wanting to ask her what was going on, but the words that came out were:
"Who are you...where am I?"

Yes, intuition and confused memories told him that this wasn't Xiaodie. Not the
gentle woman who was about to become his wife.

The woman reached out and touched his forehead with concern, sighed, and said, "I'm Zhuang'er. Have you lost
your memory ?"

"Zhuang'er?" He felt a headache coming on and clutched his head with both hands.

"You gave me that ridiculous name! I'm Derem Fry, your wife, don't you
remember me?"

The old man in white quickly pulled her aside, saying, "Mrs. Fry, calm down. Your husband just woke up; his mind
might not be fully recovered yet."

He shouted incoherently, making the situation even more uncontrollable, "Listen to me! I'm not Fry!
My name isn't Bart! I... I'm just an ordinary Chinese man! My name is Zhuang Zhou! Now, who the hell tells me
what's going on?!"

The old man looked at him strangely and said in surprise, "Mrs. Fry, your husband... could he be like those fools on
those variety shows... time-traveled? How could he... mention that
ancient kingdom on such a distant planet?"

A distant planet? An ancient kingdom? He asked in a trembling voice, "What did you say? This... isn't Earth?"

Zhuang'er stomped her foot angrily, her high heels, made of some unknown metal,
making a loud thud on the floor. "I should have ground those damn chips in your study into titanium slag a long time ago!
Don't you dare tell me now that you're Chinese, living happily in a place called Earth, with a
beautiful wife, a harmonious family, trees, flowers, animals, and that damn ozone
layer!"

He was also angry, shouting, "Why can't I tell you that! That's how I've
always !"

Zhuang'er seemed very angry, her delicate face flushed. She grabbed him, dragged him to a
strange , round window resembling a submarine porthole, and pushed his head to look out. She whispered in his ear, "I
can understand your amnesia! I'm partly responsible for the spacecraft crashing! But you'd better not act crazy towards me! I can cure anything except
mental illness ! Open your eyes wide! This is Fantesi-72." "An artificial planet! There
's no China, no trees, no flowers, no animals, and not even that
ozone layer ! Those novels and movies depicting things from thousands of years ago are just for entertainment!
I've already tolerated you wasting your life on those things! And now you dare say you're a Chinese person from Earth?"

He didn't utter a single rebuttal, because he was completely dumbfounded.

Outside the window was a gray sky, as if a giant reflective dome had covered the entire planet. Below,
twisted and crowded buildings of all shapes and sizes densely covered the ground. The sky itself was as congested
as , with various flying machines constantly challenging his limited imagination. This isn't Earth…
…Where… Where is this…

Seeing his lack of reaction, Zhuang'er's anger seemed to subside somewhat. She helped him sit back on the bed, suppressing her rage, and said,
“I know you're badly injured this time, and you might have some brain problems. I'll complete the discharge procedures, and we'll go home
. You should rest well; you'll be fine. I'll tell your family to prepare a welcome gift for you later. Don't
overthink it.”

He sat blankly on the edge of the bed, his lifeless eyes landing on the gleaming metal instrument opposite him.
His image was clearly reflected on the casing—a blond man in his thirties, slightly obese and naked
, his skin as pale as if he had never seen sunlight.

He closed his eyes in despair and lay back down on the bed.

Zhuang'er sighed and said to the doctor, “Dr. Foucher, let's go complete the discharge procedures. Thank you very much
for your treatment. I will transfer the payment to your account as soon as possible…”

The two walked out as they spoke. The hemispherical door slid shut automatically. In the quiet room, only he—Mr. Bart—
remained face streaked with tears.

After dressing and leaving the hospital, he boarded the enormous aircraft and quietly nestled in the soft sofa,
listening to Zhuang'er patiently recount his unfamiliar life.

He was thirty-two years old this year. He married his current wife,
Derem Farah the woman he renamed Zhuang'er. For two years, they hadn't had any children because he insisted on
natural childbirth while Zhuang'er wanted to modify the fetus's genes; he insisted on having a daughter while Zhuang'er only wanted a son. He was
the sole legal heir to the Frye Group, but he lacked both business acumen and interest. Fortunately, with the help of his capable wife,
he managed to maintain the group's normal operations. His daily interests consisted of spending vast sums of money in his
private villa watching various entertainment items and engaging in the lewd
transactions common among wealthy men on the black market. In this age of advanced genetic technology, areas beyond the reach of the law were rife with disgusting and blasphemous
transactions. Furthermore, wealthy individuals, weary of modified humans, were buying up natural humans at exorbitant prices to commit various perverse acts.

However, Zhuang'er didn't seem entirely clear on the extent of his perversion, or perhaps she was too disgusted to
elaborate.

Recently, he'd become obsessed with fantasy novels and science fiction movies depicting a blissful life in a medieval place called Earth,
and he had a particular fondness for antique-looking adult DVDs, spending a fortune and two or three
years researching the history of that era. He almost wished he were a mortal from that time.

Zhuang'er leaned back in her chair, looking helpless and exhausted, and said in a suppressed whisper, "I really didn't expect
you to become so obsessed. I tolerated your black market dealings and those kinds of things before, but this time you've
disappointed me so much."

He clutched his head in confusion, saying, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... but... but my mind is really
a mess ."

Zhuang'er sighed, gently hugged him, and said softly, "Rest for a while, you'll be fine. We've
prepared your favorite dinner at home. Everything will be alright once we're home."

Home... home? Flying in this metal shell, like a giant beetle, towards a place where he had completely...
Can a place with absolutely no recollection be called home?

He painfully covered his eyes with his hands, unwilling to look at the metallic scenery rushing past him.

Only when the entire cabin shook slightly and the hatch slid open with a hiss did he lower his hands, stand up,
and follow Zhuang'er down. Before him was an estate far different from the strange buildings he had just seen; instead… it was a huge manor more similar

to the villas he knew .
He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "This...is our home?"

Zhuang'er turned around somewhat irritably and said, "Isn't it all because you insisted on building it like this? You even tried to hire someone
to smuggle some green plants from Ores 04 at a high price, causing the smuggling investigation department to visit our house several times. I just don't
understand what the point of this outdated, space-wasting architectural layout is, besides wasting money. Your actions
are as boring as those of an ancient nouveau riche."

He smiled awkwardly, and the driver beside him—a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in a strange driving suit—
smiled and said, "Madam, it's not like the master hasn't been bored for a while."

Only then did he notice the little girl; although she was very pretty...she was far too young. "This
..." "...Is this our driver?"

Zhuang'er rolled her eyes at him and snorted, "You bought this smuggled robot at a high price, and now you want to ask me?"

The little girl immediately squatted down sadly, drawing circles with her hands and sobbing, "Master is so mean,
he doesn't even remember Die'er."

Zhuang'er said somewhat impatiently, "Don't use your own name when you speak!" Then she turned to him and pointed at
his forehead, "And you! How many times have I told you to change her name? It sounds like I'm on
the same level as her!"

Die'er stuck out her tongue, "Master set it up this way, Die'er can't do anything about it. If Madam has the password, she
can change it for Die'er."

The three of them talked as they entered the house. The door opened and closed automatically, and the lights immediately turned on.
The magnificent hall looked exactly like the one he remembered, not futuristic at all.

Zhuang'er took off her metallic outer garment and tossed it aside, kicked off her high heels, and rubbed her heels.
"874, take Mr. Bart to his room for dinner. I'm tired. The decor here looks terribly old-fashioned.
I'm going back to my room to shower. Don't wait for me for dinner. This model was bought for you, but it's not to my taste.
I'll come over later."

He reached out to call Zhuang'er back, but he was too afraid of her, so he didn't say anything. He thought that if all
else failed, he would ask Die'er. It seemed that this cute robot had a closer relationship with him.

Upon reaching the third floor, Die'er pointed to a door and said, "Master, this is your room. Although the bedroom is with Madam
, you haven't slept there in a while, so Madam has become quite nagging. You have to take responsibility for that."

He stammered in response, saying, "I... there are many things I can't remember. Can you tell me?"

Die'er chuckled and said, "When did Master become so polite? Die'er isn't used to it.
Die'er will go change into clothes you like. Master, please go in and have your meal first. This time it's high-priced, only
slightly cheaper than your favorite kind... But since Madam definitely won't like it, please eat as much as you like."

Die'er smiled as she walked, saying, "Actually, it's better for husband and wife to eat this kind of high-class food separately."

He was completely confused, but he still pushed open the door and went in. He was indeed hungry; if there was food,
he would fill his stomach first before dealing with his mental issues.

The room inside was quite large, with several other doors. The room at the entrance appeared to be a dining room, with several
long sofas in the center of which sat a low, tall dining table laden with plates, bowls, cutlery, and utensils. At the far end was a huge wall resembling an LCD screen.
Beyond that , there was nothing else; the furnishings were very simple. A girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old stood at the table, her
stunning figure quite incongruous with her seemingly innocent smile. Upon seeing him enter, the girl immediately approached respectfully,
bowing and saying, "Good evening, Mr. Bart. I am lof-tf19052. I will be in charge of your dinner tonight."

Only then did he notice that the girl was wearing only an apron, and with that bow, her naked, pink body was fully revealed.
Especially her full breasts, swaying alluringly.

He forced his gaze away, walked over, and sat down at the table, saying, "Okay... I understand."

The girl walked behind him, placed a napkin on his lap, and laid most of her body in front of him,
challenging his reason. He could clearly feel that his penis was fully erect, pressing against his crotch,
rubbing painfully.

The girl set the table, then took off her apron, brought a large basin of water, and stood in it
, washing herself naked.

He watched strangely as the girl carefully washed every part of her body, from her high breasts to
her rosy labia. When she turned her back to him and bent down to wash her small feet, he finally
couldn't resist . He suddenly stood up, walked over, and hugged the girl from behind, cupping her breasts in his hands and
kneading them frantically.

He was Bart... Meng Die didn't exist... so what he was doing... wasn't wronging anyone
... he comforted himself, opening his mouth to kiss the girl's body haphazardly. The girl's skin was incredibly smooth and
fragrant, making it hard for him to stop after just one kiss. He quickly pushed her to the table and made her lie down, starting to
unzip his pants.

The girl turned around, puzzled, and asked, "Mr. Bart, do you need any special services before the meal?"

Thinking of his status as a wealthy man, he figured the girl might be deliberately seducing him
to earn some extra money, so he said, "Yes, let me have my way. If I'm satisfied, you'll get your share."

The girl didn't struggle or resist, but frowned and said, "Mr. Bart, if this affects your
meal, our company won't be responsible."

He didn't care about that anymore. He stood behind the girl, spread her legs, parted her tender
labia , rubbed his glans against her vulva, and then thrust in without hesitation.

Although there wasn't much lubrication, his thick penis slid in smoothly to the hilt. This girl
was indeed not a virgin. He couldn't help but feel inexplicably angry, grabbing her soft buttocks with both hands and violently raping her.

The young woman frowned and said, "Mr. Bart... when your wife ordered... she said it was for the whole couple."
"So, we don't offer any special services..."

A couple? He suddenly snapped back to reality. Zhuang'er seemed to be coming over soon after her shower. Although he did
n't think it was a big deal if she saw him, he was still a little scared. But the hot, contracting flesh inside the girl's vagina
was sucking at his penis, making it impossible for him to just pull out.

"She won't say anything, just stick your ass up! Enough with the nonsense!" He was somewhat agitated,
and his tone became fierce, but as he spoke, he had a strange sense that this was truly his own voice.

The girl hummed in response, raising her buttocks high and swaying her slender waist, skillfully pleasing
him.

The layers of tender flesh inside her vagina rubbed against him, making him tremble all over. Although the girl's vagina seemed quite long, and he
could never reach the end, the mere sight of his tightly constricted penis was already incredibly pleasurable.

He gripped the girl's full breasts, which were pressed against the table, with both hands. The softness of her breasts exceeded his expectations,
almost as if they would snap if he applied too much force. He squeezed and kneaded them desperately, his penis thrusting vigorously, but
the girl's cheeks only flushed slightly; she neither cried out in pain nor groaned with pleasure, which made him somewhat frustrated.

He turned the girl's body around, holding her small feet to his chest. Meng Die's feet were very beautiful;
every time she wore sandals in the summer, he always... He couldn't help but stare at her feet for ages. And now, those
feet even smaller and more delicate, pink and tender, making one want to take a bite. He took
one toe into his mouth, sucking on the plump, soft pad, a surge of excitement and satisfaction welling up inside him.

The girl's body tensed suddenly as her foot was in his mouth, and she moaned loudly, as if this was
more stimulating than the penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Her elastic vagina contracted violently, though for some
reason, there was still little lubrication.

But the girl's moans had greatly stimulated him; he felt a tightening at the base of his penis, knowing that orgasm
was imminent. He thrust a few more times, ejaculating his thick semen deep into the girl's vagina.

He lay on the girl's soft body, panting heavily, unwilling to get up. The girl nudged him, "Mr.
Bart , please get up. I need to clean myself up, otherwise your wife will complain."

"Complain? What will she complain about?" He laughed, suddenly feeling that it would
be even more exciting to rape this girl again in front of her. Her face was the same as Meng Die's, but her personality was completely different,
making him very uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice came from the other side of the door, "If she doesn't wash herself clean, I'll definitely complain.
It's your business if you want to eat semen, I have no interest in eating that disgusting stuff at dinner time."

(II)

(c)

He stood up somewhat awkwardly, and the girl immediately got up and squatted in the basin, using her fingers to spread her labia and
scrubbing the sticky semen away.

Zhuang'er snorted and came over to sit down. She had changed into a soft silk nightgown, and when she wasn't speaking,
she looked almost exactly like Meng Die, making him somewhat stunned.

"You really have an interest, you can even enjoy this kind of thing so much. I should have ordered a different
model so you could enjoy it alone. I even wanted to have dinner with you."

He laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head, "Wouldn't it taste better if I moved around a bit?" "

Zhuang'er snorted and urged the girl, "Hurry up. I'm hungry."

The girl nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay, almost ready."

He couldn't help but feel a little strange and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? The food hasn't been served yet."

Zhuang'er looked at him strangely, then said as if she suddenly realized, "So you can't even remember that
? I was saying that although you're usually quite lewd, and you definitely have to 'rape' yourself before eating, you would
n't go so far as to 'rape' the food we're going to eat together."

"You... what did you say?"

Zhuang'er pointed at the girl, "That's our dinner. If it weren't for having you with me, I
wouldn't be interested in eating this kind of female-type food."

He was speechless, staring blankly at the girl who was drying herself with a towel.
No matter how girl...

After drying her feet, the girl climbed directly onto the dining table, between the two of them, and said with a smile, "This time, our company
is giving away a new formula of synthetic milk. Would you like some?" "Saying this, she knelt on the table and cupped her
full, .

Zhuang'er brought over a cup. "Pour it into the cup. You can feed him."

The girl hummed in agreement, bent down, and aligned her tender red nipples with the rim of the cup. First,
she scratched her nipples a few times with her fingers, then pushed from the base of her breasts towards the tips with both hands. With a hiss, a thin stream of white liquid shot
into the cup. The girl squeezed for a while, filling the cup to the brim. As Zhuang'er picked up the cup to drink, the girl
moved front of him, cupped her other breast with her hand, and brought it close to his face.

He was panting heavily, his mind in turmoil, and he didn't know what to do. The girl said softly, "
Mr. Bart, please take the nipple into your mouth."

He opened his mouth blankly, and a sweet fragrance filled his mouth as a soft, tender nipple was placed into his mouth.
He tried to suck a few times, but nothing came out.

The girl gently instructed, "Please bite the tip hard." "

Bite?" He pressed his teeth against the nipple, but couldn't bring himself to bite. Wouldn't it hurt...?

Zhuang'er, having drunk half a cup, urged impatiently, "Are you planning to eat dinner until tomorrow morning?"

He gritted his teeth and bit down hard. As his jaw snapped shut, a piece of the nipple was bitten off.
He was startled and quickly looked at the girl's face. The girl showed no signs of pain; instead, she trembled with pleasure as if she had
just orgasmed, still squeezing her breasts with both hands.

A stream of sweet milk immediately filled his mouth. He sucked and swallowed greedily, his face flushed with
excitement . It seemed as if something dormant was awakening within him, making him both afraid and expectant.

After sucking for a while and finding nothing else, the girl returned to the table. This time, however, she didn't kneel
but lay flat on the table. "Lof-TF19052 is ready. Thank you for your patronage."
"I hope this dinner was satisfactory. If you have any comments or complaints about the service, please
call xxxx-xxxx-xxxxxx-xx. I hope to serve you again next time." After saying this, the girl stopped
talking and began to apply an unknown spice and a golden oil-like substance to her entire body.

Zhuang'er poked one of the girl's breasts with a fork and said indifferently, "This side doesn't need any paint."
As she spoke, she plunged the fork into the breast. Bright red liquid seeped out from where it was inserted,
but it was far less than expected, unlike the blood.

Seeing his strange expression, Zhuang'er said coldly, "What are you looking at? This is the most you can have. If
you bleed it's against the law. I really don't know what you men are thinking, like beasts who love to see blood."

He said hoarsely, "No...no, I meant...this...this is clearly a person! How...how
can it be used as food!"

Zhuang'er opened her eyes wide and said in surprise, "Okay, you have amnesia, that's not your fault." "This isn't a real person,
just a modified creature. It's just... not many families can afford to eat humanoid modified creatures.
Come , it's really laughable that someone who bought and ate real girls on the black market is saying this to me." "

Wh...what?" He was genuinely shocked, dropping his knife and fork.

Zhuang'er ignored him. "You'll remember eventually. You're that kind of person; you
can't ." With that, she picked up a knife and carefully began slicing along the base of the girl's breast.

The bright red incision stretched from the girl's ribs to her chest, the full breast gradually detaching from her body.
Cutting off the last bit of skin, Zhuang'er placed the entire breast on the plate in front of her, poured some sauce on it, then cut
off a slice, put it in her mouth, and chewed while complaining, "So greasy, only you men can eat that." The young woman smiled and said, “

Madam, the best cuts are on the thighs, or, I would recommend our company’s
latest model, the MOF-TM19000 series. The meat is finely textured with few additives. Welcome to patronize us.”

“This is insane…” He clutched his head, slumped onto the table. This conversation was beyond his comprehension
, making his brain feel like it was on fire.

A fragrant aroma wafted to his nose. He looked up; the young woman had cut off her other breast herself and placed it
in front of him, smiling as she said, “Mr. Bart, you can try it; you won’t be disappointed.” He

stared at the breasts laid flat on the plate, still as high and firm as when they were on his body. Brushed with seasoning
, the flesh gleamed golden, stirring an uncontrollable appetite within him.

He reached out, his hand trembling, and pinched a piece of flesh, then tremblingly brought it to his lips and bit down…

He didn't know how he finished that dinner. The two of them didn't eat much;
after the girl's breasts, thighs, and labia were eaten, dinner was over. After the thigh muscles were gone,
the white bones were exposed. Even though Zhuang'er explained that it was because it was a high-grade product with simulated bones, he still felt
a pang of stomach acid. Towards the end, the girl still smiled and served them, which finally gave him the feeling that this
wasn't human.

After Zhuang'er returned to her room, Die'er came in. She was dressed in a little girl's dress, looking delicate and adorable,
but he had no heart to appreciate it. He beckoned to her and said, "Die'er, come here, I need to talk to you."

"What's wrong? Master, are you in a bad mood?" "Are you still troubled by your amnesia?" Die'er
snuggled into his arms, her petite body much lighter than she looked, but her soft little bottom
rubbing against his thighs made him inexplicably hot.

"What kind of person am I?" He nervously held her small body tighter, waiting for
an answer.

"Master, you?" Die'er giggled, her little bottom bouncing exaggeratedly, "Master, you
're a big pervert!"

He smiled awkwardly and said, "I... I didn't ask that... I wanted to ask,
what kind of ?"

Die'er still smiled innocently, "But, Master, you really were a big pervert before. Hehe, Master,
it's not that Die'er doesn't want to tell you, but Die'er only serves you in this house;
only Madam knows what happens outside."

"How much time... do I spend in this house?" He looked around the room, a vague sense of familiarity
creeping 'd spent most of his life here. No! He
shook his head abruptly… I'm not from here! I'm Zhuang Zhou!

Die'er thought for a moment, then let out a sweet "Mmm," which stirred him. "Master spends almost
all day in this room. Master says Madam has many things to do every day and won't be lonely. But… But
Die'er sees Madam looking unhappy every night when she goes to sleep."

He rested his forehead on his hand and continued, "What… do I do in this room?" Perhaps… knowing
what Bart had done before would allow him to find a way back to that world.

Die'er tilted her head, thought for a moment, and smiled, "Master, you've recorded so many videos yourself,
why don't you just watch them?"

He nervously grabbed Die'er's hand. "I want to see! How?"

Die'er asked with a grin, "Does Master want to watch them on this video wall, or go to the old place?"

He looked at the massive wall, a sudden fear gripping his heart. "I… go to the old place." "

Butterfly pulled him into the innermost room. A huge screen sat on a massive table,
next to which was a large, comfortable chair. The walls were covered with torture instruments resembling those used in an interrogation room.
What surprised him most was a thin iron chain attached to the table, the other end of which was chained to a petite
girl, about the same age as Butterfly. Although her face wasn't as delicate and beautiful as Butterfly's,
she had a pair of furry ears. The girl was completely naked; her small, pinkish-white breasts
were still developing, only slightly protruding. A dog's
tail .

He was speechless, before he could utter a word, the girl excitedly crawled over on all fours,
rubbing her face against his legs, wagging her tail, and barking, 'Woof!'"

"Master, Leia hasn't seen you in a long time, she's even eating less dog food. Look, she's gotten thinner."
Die'er squatted down, stroking Leia's smooth, white back. Leia hummed comfortably a few times, rolled over on the carpet
, curled up her limbs to reveal her snow-white belly, and wagged her tail.

"Master, Leia is waiting for you to rub her belly like you always do."

Rubbing her belly... He frowned. How could he know how this person usually rubbed her belly? In his
confused state, one foot instinctively reached out and stepped on Leia's lower abdomen. He wasn't wearing socks, and his bare foot
directly felt the smooth touch of Leia's delicate skin. He couldn't help but step on it, enjoying the tingling
sensation in his sole.

"Master is very skilled... doesn't seem like you've lost your memory." Die'er chuckled as she squatted down and ruffled Leia's hair.

Leia wriggled at his feet, whimpering, her cries growing increasingly
lewd with each press of his foot. His gaze unconsciously swept downwards, and he noticed
a clear, glistening liquid flowing from between Leia's curled legs and her tightly pressed, red labia.

A jolt went through him; he quickly released his foot and hurried to the table. "Butterfly, come here, tell me what to
look at."

Leia whimpered a few times, then, seeing he was no longer looking at her, her eyes brimming with tears, ears drooping, and she listlessly
slumped onto the table.

He restrained himself from looking at Leia. This girl-like creature was probably a modified being, most likely
… his pet or something. His penis had almost given way; if he were to
rape this young female dog, what a ridiculous situation it would be.

Butterfly patted Leia's head, climbed onto the table, and busied herself behind the screen. He watched as she unfurled a long cable from behind
the screen , then lifted her shirt, revealing a patch of her fair, pink
belly. He stared blankly as Die'er deftly manipulated her belly button, then connected the cable.

Die'er closed her eyes, uttering a mechanical, hollow voice: "SR-874 entering data query mode. User
Bart Fry, please perform voice detection."

He paused, asking, "What? You... what did you say?"

Die'er trembled slightly, the mechanical voice continuing: "Voice successful, transitioning to normal mode." Then Die'er
opened her eyes, laughing playfully, "Alright, Master can begin watching."

He looked back at the screen; indeed, many complex, tree-like paths had appeared. Just as he was wondering how to proceed
, Die'er pulled his hand to her chest, grinning, "Master, you need to use this operation
."

He gasped, but the touch in his palm made him instinctively rub his chest. Then
the cursor on the screen moved, and he suddenly understood, touching her small breasts to begin the operation.

Seeing the largest branch, he clicked it twice, unexpectedly a password input box popped up,
and a scrambled soft keyboard-like input interface appeared in the lower right corner of the screen. Although the characters looked
like Latin, they were definitely not English. He shouldn't have ever learned this language, but at a glance... he
actually knew how to combine these letters.

What could the password be? He asked Butterfly, who shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I don't have permission
to say these things."

He could only guess, "Butterfly, what is my birthday?"

"May 45, 1742 in the Neumann calendar."

He entered all the possible combinations of these numbers, but still couldn't solve it. He thought
for a while , then a thought struck him, and he asked, "Right... what is my birthday in Earth time?"

Butterfly tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "In Western time... it should be September 10, 4562 AD."

He was surprised that his era was so far removed from his own, and entered the number combinations again
, but still couldn't solve it. He sighed in frustration, canceled the password input, and then noticed that most of
the branches were marked with a small lock icon, just like this one. He had no choice but to find a branch without the icon and click
on it.

Following the branch, three paths appeared: "Favorites List," "Notes," and
"Trial Records."

The first two were filled with lengthy text, which he wasn't interested in. Finally, the third path contained
a large number of videos.

He randomly clicked on one, the large screen went black, and then four different angles of view appeared. The images
showed an unfamiliar room, yet it felt strangely familiar to him.

(d)

The room was very messy, with various objects scattered everywhere. In the center of the room, on the floor, was a
box looked about two meters long and nearly one meter wide.

Then he appeared in the frame, completely naked, looking like he had just woken up. He
walked to the box and asked, "When was it delivered?"

The door opened, and Die'er came in, placing a drink on the table as she replied, "It arrived this morning
. The master was sleeping soundly, so we didn't wake you."

He said "Oh," waved his hand, and Die'er left.

The box lid didn't look light; he blushed as he pushed it aside. The box was padded with a lot of soft
, foam- like cushioning. He pulled them out handful by handful and tossed them aside. The first
thing revealed was a pair of slender, pink feet. Those white feet were delicate and translucent, looking as if one couldn't resist holding them in
their hands and playing with them.

He seemed quite satisfied with the scene, running his hand over the feet for a while before continuing to
pull .

Lying in the box was a petite girl with her eyes closed, wearing no clothes. Her jet-black
hair was smoothly draped behind her head, with long eyelashes, small red lips, and fair skin with a slight yellow tinge. By
all accounts, she was a beautiful Eastern girl he knew.

The man on camera frowned, seemingly dissatisfied. He reached out and groped between the girl's legs
for a while, then took a metal box from the box and pressed it a few times.

The girl opened her eyes, looked around, then smiled and sat up from the box. Turning around and seeing him
standing beside the box, she immediately climbed out, knelt in front of him, and softly said, "What service do you need?"

He seemed quite displeased, turned around, walked to the table, picked up something, pressed a few buttons,
and then the screen went black, returning to the initial interface. The video ended there.

He clicked on a few more, each showing a different woman, but most
ended with his dissatisfaction. Finding nothing interesting, he went back and clicked on another unlocked branch.
This

time, each video file had a payment record with the same name next to it, the path still named "Trial Record."

He randomly clicked on one, not expecting much, but to his surprise, the screen went black, and just as four angles
of the video appeared, a scream came from the screen.

This time, he was sitting naked on a large sofa, smiling contentedly. He was holding
a little girl who looked like a doll in his arms, wearing a pink and yellow dress, but her white underwear was pulled down to her ankles, her
slender legs were spread wide apart, her skirt was pulled up to her waist, and only white children's socks remained on her legs.

At the end of her slender legs, his thick, hard penis thrust in and out fiercely, the base of which was encased in a strange ring.
The little girl's legs trembled incessantly, her mons pubis resembling a small steamed bun, only
parted by the indentation created by the penis, revealing a tender, rosy vulva.

He stared at the screen, unable to believe how such a small girl could accommodate such a large penis, yet the massive thing
was indeed pumping in and out of her vagina. There was no bleeding; instead, streams of sticky fluid gushed from where they
were joined .

The little girl cried out incessantly, but made no struggle. When he kissed her, she would occasionally
turn her head to meet his lips, her little tongue darting into his mouth and swirling around.

Stimulated by this lewd scene, his penis immediately became erect. Seeing himself
ejaculating large amounts of semen into the little girl's vagina on the screen, he couldn't resist pulling down his pants and masturbating
.

The video ended when he ejaculated. He opened another one, this time showing a tall, burly man
pinning a voluptuous, beautiful woman in a suit against a table, brutally raping her from behind.
He sat to the side, watching expressionlessly.

The woman's skirt was torn open, her lace panties were ripped off and stuffed into her mouth, and her stockings were ripped into
strips, clinging to her plump, white thighs. Amidst her dark, curly pubic hair, a throbbing penis was thrusting violently between
her labia . Her top was open, her bra pushed up, and her full breasts were squeezed tightly by the burly man's hands, almost as if they were about to burst. Her bright red nipples peeked out from between his fingers, swaying
with the deformation of her breasts . 　　The burly man grew increasingly excited. He lifted one of the woman's thighs, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper and harder. He said to , "Boss, this is so good... Thank you so much. Can you really give her to me?" 　　He yawned listlessly and said, "I bought the wrong model. I'll give her to you. Anyway, I can't return her; keeping her is just throwing her away." 　　The burly man panted heavily, grabbed the woman's arms, pulled her back, and thrust quickly a few times. Then he suddenly hugged her round, white buttocks tightly and ejaculated with a low growl. 　　He yawned again, picked up something that looked like a remote control, pressed a couple of buttons, and the video ended. 　　He sat at the table and watched them one by one, his body burning with heat and his blood boiling. The feeling of the sweet contractions of the girl's vagina during dinner returned to his mind. He glanced at Die'er; her snow-white belly was even more alluring to him. 　　Suddenly, a whimpering sound came from beside his feet. Looking down, he saw Leia lying between his legs, her head tilted back, her big, round eyes staring at his bulging crotch. 　　Suddenly, she reached out and tried to pull down his pants. Caught off guard, his pants were pulled down, and his hard, erect penis sprang out with a snap. A little embarrassed , he was about to pull his pants back up when Leia excitedly grabbed his penis with both hands and rubbed her soft cheeks against it. 　　The soft cheeks against her made him feel comfortable all over, so he stopped trying to stop her. 　　Oh well… let her be… he swallowed and continued watching the video. He had no idea what to do with Leia, who was more like a pet, so he simply shifted his attention. 　　This time, the video showed an innocent-looking girl in a pink nurse's uniform kneeling by the sofa, giving him oral sex. Saliva dripped from the corners of her pink lips as she sucked and swallowed with great effort. He stared at the girl's cherry lips , imagining how pleasurable it would be to have his penis inside her mouth. 　　Then he felt a warmth on his penis as it was enveloped by a soft cavity, and a smooth, tender tongue wrapped around it , sucking and licking. He lowered his head and, sure enough, it was Leia between his legs, her eyes half-closed, taking his entire penis into her mouth. He breathed heavily, a sweet dizziness washing over him. His penis was being swallowed so deeply that he could clearly feel the soft muscles in her throat contracting and pushing against his glans, her nimble tongue exploring every nook and cranny. At the same time, Leia's warm little hands cradled his scrotum, gently stroking the mounds of flesh. 　　This pleasure naturally made him unable to pay attention to the screen anymore. Excitedly, he lowered his hands and pressed them against Leia's small breasts, wantonly caressing the slightly protruding, tender flesh. 　　This isn't human... I... I don't need to feel guilty... He looked at Leia's innocent and adorable , trying to comfort himself, but the visual sensations of the forbidden pleasure of being oral sex by a little girl kept replaying in his mind. 　　A wave of tingling numbness surged through his lower back, and he couldn't help but grab the back of Leia's head, shaking it as . Leia choked, tears welling in her eyes, whimpering, yet still sucking on his penis with each deep thrust. 　　In the throes of intense pleasure, he plunged his semen into Leia's cherry lips, his whole body trembling, ejaculating into her throat. 　　He withdrew his softened penis, feeling a pang of guilt as he tried to say something, but then he saw Leia, though still tear-streaked , smile happily. With a soft "Ah," she opened her small mouth, proudly swirling the white semen around in her mouth with her pink tongue, then smilingly closed her mouth and swallowed it with a soft "Ah-woof. " 　　He stared blankly as Leia, still wanting more, wiped her face with her palm, then carefully licked away the remaining semen with her tongue, before burying her face between his legs and letting out two happy barks, "Woof."

Startled awake by the bark, he quickly pulled up his pants, no longer wanting to watch the
videos that offered no real information, and fled the room.

Huddled on the sofa by the dining table, he desperately buried his face in his hands and closed his eyes. He began to feel fear; he
found his heart starting to identify with the actions depicted in the videos. He even began to find Leia's childlike
face adorable, and he even began to want to possess Die'er…

“Master, are you feeling unwell?” Die'er's gentle greeting reached his ears.

He opened his eyes, trembling, and asked, “Die'er… I… did I… did I often
do that kind of thing to you?”

“What kind of thing?” Die'er smiled innocently, truly like a naive little girl.

He felt somewhat relieved and said, “It's… like in the videos…”

Die'er blushed slightly, giggling, “Master, you mean that kind of lewd thing?”

He nodded.

Butterfly rested her head on his chest and whispered, "Master, it's been so long since you've done
anything like that with me... Ever since you started trading with the black market, I thought you didn't want me anymore..."

He looked at the petite, soft body beside him, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch her smooth skin. Butterfly let out
a comfortable moan, shifting her body as if enjoying it, making it easier for him to touch her.

He withdrew his hand, turning over in fear to face the back of the sofa. "Butterfly... you can go now. I...
I want to sleep."

Butterfly seemed a little surprised by his attitude, but still hummed in agreement.

He curled up on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep. Before drifting off, a warm feeling covered him, like a soft blanket
or something similar. But he didn't want to open his eyes; he only hoped that when he woke up, he would be back with Meng Die,
back in that warm, normal home.

Unfortunately, when he woke up, he was still sleeping on the sofa, with Butterfly sleeping beside him, her sweet sleeping face
looking nothing more than that of a cute little girl.

He didn't want to stay in the house any longer, so he tidied his clothes and went out.

The large house also housed several maids, all with adorable baby faces but surprisingly mature
and beautiful . He wasn't sure if they were human or something else. After asking a few questions, he learned that the work week had begun,
and Zhuang'er had already gone to work to manage the company's main affairs for him.

He familiarized himself with the surroundings. The first floor was a magnificent living room, the second floor was their living
quarters , but for a long time, only Zhuang'er had used it. The second floor's decor was probably Zhuang'er's responsibility, filled
with various modern designs that he vaguely understood. The third floor was his forbidden territory; without permission,
not even Zhuang'er was allowed to enter
any of the rooms except the dining hall. However, according to the maids, he was still somewhat afraid of his wife, although Zhuang'er had only been inside a few times and refused to enter his rooms again.

Bored, he relied on Die'er to look up information, trying to understand
the environment in which this nightmare had occurred.

It was now 1774 in the Neumann calendar, in honor of John von Neumann, the theoretical founder of space colonization.
The artificial planet Vantesi-72
where he is now is a product of cutting-edge technology. The next goal of these mad scientists is probably to create artificial stars. At that time, arrogant humanity will likely begin to create a universe.

Various technologies for modifying life began to emerge as early as 2000 AD, but due to various obstacles, they underwent
a long development process comparable to evolution. After several devastating wars, the emergence of space colonization technology finally
gradually dissolved the barriers between human races and nations, and for the first time, humanity ventured into the unknown universe as a unified whole.

That history, known as the Age of Space Pioneers, lasted for thousands of years. When humanity officially
settled in various corners of the universe, the year 1 of the Neumann calendar marked the arrival of a new era.

Perhaps humanity's arrogant modifications ultimately angered some unknown deity. In 584 of the Neumann calendar,
after the last cockroach died in the laboratory due to a leak of cold crystals, humanity forever lost nature. While
people can still own dogs and cats, and see elephants and pandas, everyone knows these are
expensive cyborgs, readily achievable with costly equipment. Humans can now create
any kind of creature they need, including themselves.

When cyborgs no longer satisfy the desires of the wealthy, cyborgs eventually end up on
the dinner table . In 1352 of the Neumann calendar, the Star Federation officially passed a law allowing the free use of cyborg technology,
further relaxing the restrictions on the distinction between cyborgs and natural humans. This means that, if needed, scientists can
legally create a
life form with one-eighth the blood volume of a natural human, but otherwise identical in every way except for the brain.

Human desires ultimately consumed humanity itself.

To accommodate the wealthy's weariness of cyborgs, the black market for natural humans has emerged in recent years. No
one cares where they get their supplies; they only care whether the humans they buy suit their tastes.
As one lecherous wealthy man said, conquering a woman with her own brain in bed is
far more interesting than raping those humanoid dolls. Many women also expressed that while a strong and romantic man might not be able to last,
he was far more attractive than those tireless humanoid monsters.

What recently caught the attention of Star Alliance law enforcement was the
expansion into the food sector.

While investigating this, he suddenly recalled what Zhuang'er had said at dinner: "It's laughable that someone who's bought real girls on
the black market eaten them would say something like that."

A cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

For seven or eight days, he holed up in his third-floor room, researching the background of this era, and watching
accessible materials at night. Most of the videos were obscene, and when they aroused him,
Leia would willingly crawl over to perform oral sex on him. He no longer resisted and gradually began to succumb to his desires. That
night, after he ejaculated into Leia's mouth, the restlessness in his body still lingered.
The trial videos of those cyborgs who looked only eight or nine years old fueled his lust. He finally couldn't resist his inner desires, picked
Leia up and put her on a chair, grabbed her furry tail, and inserted his penis into her tender, tight
vagina .

That night, he frantically pinched Leia's nipples, bit her shoulders, and violated her vagina and anus,
as if trying to release all the pent-up frustration of the past few days.

Finally, when Leia no longer had the strength to bark, he ejaculated his thinned semen
onto her chest one last time, then lay down on the small bed and fell asleep. As always, Die'er covered him with a blanket
and then slept beside him.

Holding Die'er's warm body, he thought about his brutality towards Leia, the strange
sense of satisfaction , and suddenly a wave of sadness washed over him, and two tears streamed down his face.

Was this dream… his life?

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