My Fantastic Journey 1-25

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Preface:

The world is full of wonders, and many phenomena cannot be explained by science. Just like my experience a
year ago , during which I was in a coma for seven months, something happened that remains inexplicable to this day…

My name is Qiao Wei, I am 29 years old, a wealthy second-generation overseas Chinese, but I am a genuine Chinese citizen.
My parents are overseas Chinese in Malaysia, where they made their fortune in latex products. Because my parents and elders hoped
their children would return to their roots, my mother chose to give birth to me in China when she was pregnant with me, and I was given Chinese
citizenship. Although I am a wealthy second-generation, I am not the spoiled brat that ordinary people see. When I returned from studying
abroad , at the age of 24, I started a venture capital company using the start-up funds my parents gave me. Taking advantage of the booming domestic
market, in just three years I became a well-known investor in China. While my career was successful,
my parents began to worry about my marriage.

Honestly, many rich kids are just cultivated image consultants to project a sophisticated and fashionable image. Stripped of
that facade, they're not even as good-looking as the average person. I'm one of them. I'm actually quite average
-looking, just passable. At 173cm, in Beijing, a city where people from all over the country gather with dreams, I'm really
inconspicuous . If it weren't for the fashionable image I project and the so-called luxury brand effect, I believe few women
would even glance at me!

Driven by a yearning for beauty, and knowing that nine out of ten men are bad, and the
tenth has a strong wife at home, I have very high standards for my partner: good looks, big breasts, good proportions, and a well-behaved personality. This
is all based on practical experience; I've dated and been in relationships with no fewer than 30 women. I think the
saying is true: beauty comes with its own set of challenges. So, with all these conditions combined, it's difficult for me to find
a partner I can settle down with. But there was still hope, at least that's what I thought at the time!

On my 28th birthday, some of my classmates threw me a party. A girl
who sat alone caught my attention. Three things she did that night made me decide to try pursuing her:
First, she kept her glass full of
either beer or juice
the entire night, and never let it out of her sight. Even when she came back from the restroom, she emptied the drink from her glass. Second, because of her appearance, she was approached by many of my friends and classmates, as well as some men brought by my friends. Although she
politely chatted with them, she only gave her contact information to two people that night. Later, I found out that both of them were...
She only gave me her contact information after I told her I could come to the company for a job interview; thirdly, the girls who brought her all ended
up being taken away by male companions, and she was very embarrassed when one of the men who was alone among her friends' companions asked her to leave with him, which led to
an unpleasant incident. She was so agitated that she almost cried. With my and others mediating, she quietly sat down next to me…

Her name is Li Siya, a recent graduate from a finance college. She hadn't found a job at the time, and because her best friend was a model in
Beijing , they were paid to come to my party that night to liven things up
. Her best friend said it was a good opportunity to earn money and meet some elite people—where else could you find such a good opportunity? She
decided to give it a try, thinking that even if it didn't work out, she could still earn 500 yuan, so why not! But who knew
it wasn't as simple as she thought? It turned out she was working as a hostess and almost got raped!

That night, we talked a lot. She was from Qingdao, Shandong. Her father was a local Qingdao resident and a
middle school history teacher. Her mother was from Yancheng, Jiangsu. She studied in Qingdao and got a job at a
state-owned enterprise . Through an introduction, she fell in love with her father, got married, and had children. So she had both the voluptuous figure of a Shandong native
and the delicate beauty of a woman from the Jiangnan region, which was one of the reasons I pursued her. Although she was only 166 cm tall,
her proportions were excellent. She had long, beautiful legs like someone over 170 cm tall, and a round, perky bottom,
which might be related to her love of fitness, yoga, and basketball. Her A4 waist was particularly eye-catching under her form-fitting evening gown
. Her waist and hips were absolutely stunning. Her large breasts, with a third of them exposed, seemed somewhat disproportionate to
her small frame. I even doubted her at the time. It was a deceptive effect, but it
was enough to make any man drool. She was cute and sweet, with big eyes, a high nose, cherry lips, and a small
face. Her eyebrows were styled in a Korean style, and her straight, center-parted hair added a touch of allure. Her fair skin
seemed to glow. Even at close range, I got an erection; I was internally screaming "perfect!"...

That night, after the party, because of my intervention, we exchanged contact information,
and she insisted I take her home. Like many young people working in big cities, she lived outside the Fifth Ring Road.
It was almost an hour's drive from my place to hers, even at night when traffic was light. She smiled sheepishly
and said she was sorry to trouble me. When we arrived, I saw rows of high-rise buildings with densely packed small
windows —this was what most young people called shared apartments!

"Mr. Qiao, I won't invite you upstairs. I share an apartment with other roommates.
Thank you so much for helping me out tonight. Happy birthday, and may you be happy every day. I'll be going now. Take care on your way home!" She said
softly and warmly, then turned to leave...

"Hey~ Siya, wait a minute. I've heard so much from you tonight. If you're interested,
come to my company for an interview tomorrow. I'll send you the address later!" I quickly called after her.

"Ah... Mr. Qiao, thank you, thank you so much... Hahaha, thank you so much!" Her
charming laughter in the quiet night was like a spring breeze, touching the depths of my heart!

And so, she was hired by our company. After a three-month internship, she officially joined. Because of some
rumors, almost six months after she joined the company, she sent me a message...

"Mr. Qiao, if I only have this job because of you, I think it's time for me to leave!"
Seeing the message on my phone, I quickly called her back!

"Siya, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Waaah... Mr. Qiao, did you pull strings for me? Everyone in the company says that without you, I
wouldn't have gotten this job with my qualifications; I'm even working in the project evaluation team. Can you tell me the truth?" She
could hold back her tears anymore.

"Siya, I've given you the opportunity. You should be thinking about how to seize this opportunity and platform, not..."
"Are you worried about what others will think of you and how you got the job? Many of the people in the company are my juniors from my school. Did they all
get it through connections? As long as you earn money that's fair to you and yourself, why worry about how you got the job? Besides,
we're not really anything. Do you want something to happen like they say to make you feel better?" I comforted
her, occasionally probing.

"Go...go away! I didn't! Waaah...they said such awful things, and they even said I'm the boss
's spy, that they don't dare let me do many things, afraid I'll complain behind my back. I feel like a useless person!"
she cried as she spoke.

"Hey~ Some people want to slack off but there's nothing you can do about it. Why are you thinking so much? Here's what I'll do: I
'll talk to your department head and treat everyone equally. Don't blame me for being heartless then. You know your department's
workload . If you complain about being overworked and want to quit, I'll definitely get angry and yell at you. Think about it from another angle. Are you
really going to leave because of these rumors and baseless gossip? Where can you
find a job that pays 20,000 a month? That doesn't even include the year-end bonus and benefits. Your project evaluations and follow-up on successful venture capital investments also
involve consider whether your own quality of life is being met. Does gossip really matter that much? Besides, you
and I haven't had anything to hide. Are you going to throw away such a good job for some irrelevant people saying nonsensical things, and then
go find a job that pays 5,000-6,000? I've
seen people starting to take taxis to work and carrying designer bags... hehehe." I started teasing her jokingly!

"Mr. Qiao... Hmph, how come you're so free, observing such small details? I... I bought that bag as
a reward for myself with my first paycheck, and taking a taxi was... because I overslept this morning, and it's not a frequent occurrence. Oh dear, I live
too far away..." she explained...

"Too far? Then stay at my place, it's only a fifteen-minute walk, how about that?" I interrupted her,
asking directly.

"Mr. Qiao... if you... if you keep talking like that, I'm hanging up, you have no manners at all!" Her
tone didn't seem to indicate a refusal!

"Siya, our company doesn't have a rule against colleagues dating, and look, I'm single,
it's normal for me to pursue you!" I continued urgently.

"Mr. Qiao, I... what's so great about me? You... you... are so outstanding, a bunch of beautiful,
well-matched girls are waiting for you, I... I... Oh well, I'm not saying anything more, I'm going back to my office, thank you for your advice!
Bye-bye!" She nervously and shyly finished her reply and hung up immediately!

I stood up happily, thinking I had a chance. I called her supervisor and asked him to
treat everyone equally and not to give her any special treatment. A month passed like this...

I started contacting her more often, and she gradually started working overtime. Several times after work, I
took the opportunity to drive her home. Over time, our relationship grew closer. On the anniversary of her joining the company,
I threw her a first-year anniversary party...

(1)

That night, we had a candlelight dinner at a high-end restaurant, and then went to a friend's private
winery and drank three bottles of red wine. On the way back to my house, we kissed passionately. Although she knew
I liked her these past few months, we hadn't actually done anything, not even held hands. That night,
we skipped all the dating process and went straight to kissing...

When we got to my house, we started kissing again from the entrance. My hand unconsciously slipped
under her black dress...

"Jeff, no... aren't we moving too fast?" Siya suddenly regained her senses and stopped my
hand...

"Siya, I...I really like you, I'm not just playing around, don't worry..." I said, and started
kissing her again. Once again, she responded with her mouth and tongue, intertwining with mine, but her hands still didn't give up resisting.
I changed my approach, directly embracing her and constantly kneading her buttocks and back, while occasionally pressing my already hard
penis against her vulva.

"Ah...I can't take it anymore...don't do this...I...can't stand it...uh..." Her behavior made me
deeply understand the truth of the saying, "Men pee when they're drunk; women want to pee when they're drunk."
Under the dual stimulation of alcohol and lust, she began to give up her inner and physical resistance.

My hand went straight inside her panties, and I felt the shape of her vulva with my fingers. Her vulva
was incredibly wet, and the sticky, sticky vaginal fluid immediately soaked my fingers. She kept writhing as my fingers touched
her vulva , clitoris, and vaginal opening. I knew my chance had come. I picked her
up, took her to the room, roughly ripped off her panties, and removed her dress. Her neatly trimmed, inverted
triangle pubic hair showed that she had a lot of it. The shape of her vulva was like an oyster
, with its wrinkled layers that would immediately arouse any man. Thick labia majora, slightly upturned
labia minora, a visibly raised clitoris, a urethra that was constantly dilating due to sexual arousal, and a vaginal opening that was constantly
flowing with vaginal fluid. The overall color was pale red, connecting to the lower... Her chrysanthemums, smooth and without polyps, were a
pale color. I swallowed hard. When I saw her huge breasts, still covered by a bra, lying flat,
the effect of the bra gathering her chest was particularly eye-catching, like a pair of fleshy mountains. I couldn't wait to unhook them. She shyly
tried to stop me, but gave up. Seeing the true appearance of her huge breasts, my lower body became even harder.
After the effect of the bra gathering was released, two soft, bowl-shaped breasts hung in front of her chest, with areolas the size of coins and round, flat
nipples the size of fingers, red and making one want to suckle immediately. Her huge breasts really didn't match her appearance,
even a bit abrupt. Although I knew she was well-endowed at the birthday party, I didn't expect it to be such a pair of huge fleshy mounds, and
they were exactly the soft, round breasts I love, unlike those firm things that don't collapse when you lie down, like fake breasts
!

I started taking off my clothes, revealing my 14-centimeter, cucumber-sized penis. My penis
is shaped like a small, pointed glans that gradually grows larger, which is why it was so easy for me to deflower several girlfriends before. Because of the circumcision
, pre-ejaculate fluid was constantly dripping from the urethral
opening ...

"Siya, this isn't your first time, is it?" I asked, flicking her nipple with my finger.

Siya bit her lip and shook her head. Driven by lust, I pressed myself against her, my hand on my
penis. After sliding it a few times around her vulva, I thrust forward impatiently…

“Oh…so warm…” I couldn’t help but exclaim. It’s no exaggeration to say that Siya’s vagina was
in the top three of all the women I’ve ever slept with. It was tight, wet, and the feeling of being enveloped by her vaginal walls was so wonderful!

“Ah…you…ah…you…how did you get in here…ah…wear…wear a condom! Ah
…” Siya moaned shyly.

“Oh…so good…why wear that! I want to marry you…I want to marry you!!” I said, thrusting
harder .

“Ah…you…who will marry you…ah…don’t go too fast…ah…ah…I can’t take it
…ah…” Siya started scratching my back and buttocks, her moans growing louder and louder!

Perhaps because it had been so long since we'd done it, or perhaps because her vagina felt so good, I ejaculated after about five minutes of thrusting.
I thrust in as far as I could and sprayed out, feeling several streams of semen gushing out…

I pressed my entire body against Siya's, and she rubbed my back, soothing my restless soul. At that moment, I
felt an unprecedented sense of happiness and warmth!

"Siya, I'm serious, how about we get married? I've really realized I love you so much,
I feel like I can't live without you!" I sat up and stared intently at her; her flushed face, still flushed with desire, was incredibly alluring!

"Who…who proposes under such circumstances? You…you're really hilarious, get up, I'm going to
take a shower!" She shyly pushed me away.

I got up from her and lay down on the bed. She covered her genitals with her hand, got out of bed, and went into the master bathroom. I rested
for about five or six minutes before I went into the bathroom too…

That night we made love four times, and each time I ejaculated inside her. From that night on, she moved out of her rented apartment and into my place.
Two months later, we got married…

Our happy life as a couple lasted less than two and a half months when I
collapsed in my office due to a sudden heart attack and was taken to the hospital. At that moment, something miraculous happened. While I was being defibrillated, I felt as if
my soul had left my body, and I saw myself lying on the emergency bed, being resuscitated by medical staff. For a moment, I thought I was going
to die. Was this what they called a ghost?

“Dr. Lin, the patient’s heart rate is 81 and blood pressure is 91, back to normal,” a nurse said to the attending physician who
had administering the defibrillator.

“Withdraw the defibrillator, keep a close eye on the heart rate and blood pressure. We’re finally saved, otherwise this commotion outside would have torn
us to shreds!” the attending physician said sarcastically.

I was still wondering, since I didn’t die, what am I now? A wandering spirit or a hallucination?

"I'll go out and talk to the patient's family. You need to prepare to transfer him to the intensive care unit. Now it depends on his willpower, he's
been deprived of oxygen for so long!" the doctor instructed the emergency medical staff.

I watched the doctor walk out, and I followed him out. I didn't even think about whether I would see
any movie scenes of light turning to ashes. He pushed open the door, and outside, besides Siya, there were my parents and Siya's parents,
several uncles and aunts, several of my cousins, my friends, and several department heads from
my large group of nearly thirty people. Siya, my mother, my mother-in-law, and several female elders all had red eyes from crying. When Siya saw
the doctor come out, she rushed forward with the help of my mother-in-law...

"Doctor... how is my... husband?" Siya asked in a hoarse voice.

"The patient has been resuscitated, but due to the prolonged resuscitation time and the considerable period of oxygen deprivation,
whether he will wake up after surgery, or whether there will be any intellectual sequelae, depends on the patient's own willpower
. He's currently under observation in the intensive care unit for the next few days. If there are no major problems, he'll be transferred to a ward. You family members should go and pay the fees
!" After the doctor finished speaking, Siya thanked her relatives and friends, but her face didn't show much joy; instead, it was clouded
with worry.

"Qiao Renjun, what should we do? If our son doesn't wake up, I don't want to live anymore... Waaah~~~" My mother
cried and shook my father.

"Don't cry, what's the use of crying? It's good that he's been saved. There's still a chance. Good people are always protected by heaven.
God will protect Awei and help him get through this ordeal safely!!" My father said, turning the prayer beads in his hand.

I desperately called out for my parents and Siya. I even hugged them, but it was as if I passed right through their
bodies . The only thing I was sure of was that I wasn't dreaming; this was really happening. I was wheeled out of the operating room.
Siya, my parents, and my in-laws rushed forward, but the nurses tried to stop them. I watched myself being taken to the ICU.
They watched me through the glass door, and this version of myself, whom they couldn't see, panicked. I didn't
know whether to be happy or sad. Looking at myself on the hospital bed, I knew I wouldn't die, but I wouldn't come back to life immediately either.
This torment made me anxious and miserable. I watched as my relatives and friends outside the door dispersed one by one, leaving only my mother-in-law, Siya, and
my parents. Just

like that, a day passed by without me realizing it… "Waiting here won't do you any good. Only one person can go in for 5-10 minutes each day. You
can't hold on like this!" a nurse said to them, who were already looking exhausted.

"Mom and Dad, you go back first. I'll stay here with Qiao Wei. I can do it!" Siya said stubbornly, but she
suddenly collapsed the moment she stood up!

I instinctively reached out to catch her, but as I crouched down, she slipped through my hands. My parents quickly pulled
her back and called for a doctor…

Siya was transferred to the emergency room by the nurses and my parents. The doctor diagnosed her as being a little weak, and said she needed
to and eat something after waking up.

“Father-in-law, please persuade Siya not to push herself too hard. Qiao Wei is still lying inside, and now another one is sick!”
my father said, his hands behind his back.

“Yes, you two go back and rest first. I’ll stay with Siya!” my mother-in-law replied to my parents, occasionally
touching Siya’s hand where she was receiving the IV drip.

“I’ll stay here with you, father-in-law. It’ll be good to have company and take turns resting!” my mother gestured for my father to leave first, and she
would stay behind .

And just like that, Dad left, leaving only my mother-in-law and my mother with Siya. My heart ached as I looked at
Siya ; her face was deathly pale, and although her swollen eyes were closed, tears would occasionally stream down her cheeks…

With my mother and mother-in-law taking turns caring for her, Siya finally opened her eyes after about five hours.
The first thing they asked me was if I was awake. My mother and mother-in-law both shook their heads, and she silently shed tears again.

In the next critical 72 hours, I still didn't wake up. The doctor advised Siya and my parents
to prepare for the worst; I might become a vegetable. My mother and Siya cried their eyes out, while my father kept
sighing…

Because my vital signs were normal, I was transferred to a regular ward. Due to money and connections, my father managed to
get a private room.

On the thirteenth day of my illness, my parents came to the ward early in the morning to be with me…

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