Forced to sink into depravity

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"Let go of me...no, please don't do this..."

In my hazy state, I seemed to hear a woman's suppressed pleas for mercy. I felt the bed suddenly sink, as if a body was being pressed down onto it. A fragrant scent filled the air.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do...you promised you'd let me go!" The woman's voice seemed familiar, tinged with fear.

Besides the woman's voice, there seemed to be a man's deep voice.

"Hehe, aren't you afraid of waking him up?"

After the man's voice, there was a brief silence, and the bed became quieter.

Not long after, I heard the woman's soft sobs beside me.

"You promised me that last time was the last time... You just said that if I used my mouth to make you come, you would let me go today... I've never done anything like this before, not even with my husband... I've done such filthy things, why aren't you satisfied? What do you want from me to let me go? Do you want me to die before you're satisfied...?" The woman's voice was soft and pleasant, slightly breathless and intermittent.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I bear to let you die... Weren't we having a great time just now? The way you kissed my penis was like kissing the lips of your first love. You used your tongue to scrape the groove at the tip, tracing the veins and smoothing it over and over again. Oh, I'll never forget that image... I'm already imagining what it will feel like to fuck you... Come on, take off your shirt too." "It

's over between us. I won't do it anymore. I don't want to continue..."

"Pfft..." The sound of clothes tearing.

The woman gasped in shock, and the bed shook again.

"So fragrant. Such an innocent face, yet with such large, full breasts, it's truly captivating."

"Ugh, ugh, stop it! Give me back my underwear, please stop looking... please, not here... ah..."

A sucking sound interrupted the woman's words, as if someone was sucking on something.

"Your breasts are already hard, yet you're still so stubborn. In this stimulating environment, your body's reaction is very honest..."

"No, no..."

The bed shook more violently.

"Oh, I love your lewd expression. That pitiful, pleading look, you really want it, don't you... Just two weeks without fucking you, and you've become so thirsty, huh? Hehe. When you were licking me just now, you shook your head and said no, but you were actually craving this hard cock, wasn't I right? Beneath that innocent exterior lies an incredibly sensitive body... Always having to pretend to be a dignified and virtuous wife in front of your husband, maintaining your pure and innocent image in front of your colleagues day after day, you must be tired of that life already... These breasts are so white and big, truly exquisite. Your nipples are so small, he probably doesn't suck them often. If I were your husband, I'd suck you until you fly every day, isn't that great? Ah? So fragrant..."

"Keep your voice down..."

"Your husband is so proud of you at work. Every time he talks about you, his smug look makes us all incredibly jealous. He would never imagine that his perfect wife is lying naked in front of me right now. Look how swollen I am..."

"Ah! Didn't I just help you get off? Why are you...?"

"Hehe, it's been so long since I've done it to you, once isn't enough..."

"Stop! Ah! You, what are you doing... No, no..." "

Alright, stop pretending, I'm about to make you feel like you're in heaven..."

"Let go of me! If you touch me again, I'll kill myself right now!" There was a hint of determination in the woman's voice.

The room was silent for a few minutes.

"What are you kidding me?" The man's voice was clearly angry. "Your nipples are so hard, look at how wet you are down there, the sheets are soaked. You're putting on this act, and now you're playing games with me? Huh? Fine! If you really want to die, I'll grant your wish! After I kill you, I'll let your husband and your family see you like this, huh? Is this what you wanted, huh?"

"Don't be angry, sigh, no, I, I, in this situation, I, I really can't do it... If people find out I did something like this, I won't have the face to live anymore..."

The woman started crying again halfway through her sentence, her voice filled with struggle and helplessness. A woman's kind and gentle nature always inadvertently reveals itself.

"It's okay, don't worry. As long as you behave and be my woman, I won't let anyone find out... It's inevitable that you'll feel a little uncomfortable the first time in this kind of environment. You'll know how good it is after a few more times. Last time at the hotel, didn't you say no at first? But do you remember how many times you came? My pants were completely soaked! I've been with so many women, but you're the most exquisite woman I've ever seen. You're the most shameless and the most lewd... Come on, spread your legs..."

"I'm sorry, I... I really can't..."

"Is that so... Then how about this..."

"Why are you blindfolding me...?"

"Hehe, how does it feel to be blindfolded... When a woman loses her sight, her other senses become more sensitive, and subtle sensations are amplified infinitely, quite amazing, isn't it... Since you can't see your surroundings, it's not as shameful as it was just now..." The man's voice was low and gentle, full of allure. "Just pretend you were raped by me... This isn't your fault. Being raped by another man isn't something to be ashamed of in your husband's eyes. If you have to blame someone, blame your husband for not being able to protect you..." "
I'll go to hell..."

"If anyone's going to hell, it'll be me. Now, I'll send you to heaven first..."

*Pfft!

* "Oh..." The man let out a satisfied sound.

But the woman's breath suddenly caught in her throat, as if something hard had pierced her body, and an extremely suppressed sound came from her throat, swirling in the room.

I tried desperately to turn my head to see what was happening, but my body felt like it didn't belong to me, completely out of my control.

"You're squeezing me so tight, it must be stimulating for you in this environment..."

"It feels so full..."

The bed stopped shaking violently and instead began to undulate rhythmically.

"Spread your legs a little wider, otherwise how can I penetrate deeper?"

"Be gentle..."

Stimulated by the strange voice, I felt short of breath. I desperately tried to turn over to see what was happening, but as time passed, I noticed changes in my body.

My mind was clear, but my body remained fast asleep. I felt one part of my body becoming heavier and heavier, while another part became lighter and lighter. I realized that although I hadn't opened my eyes, the events in the room were becoming clearer and clearer in my mind.

The bedroom curtains were tightly closed, and the warm orange light created a cozy atmosphere. The layout of the bedroom was so familiar: the dressing table, the bedside table, the wardrobe—everything was there.

There were clothes scattered on the floor: a man's belt and trousers, and a woman's long skirt and stockings.

The large bed, covered with purple sheets, beneath the wedding photo gradually came into focus. On one side of the bed was my reclining body; I didn't pay much attention to why I could see myself. My attention was completely drawn to what was happening on the other side of the bed.

A white bra lay discarded to the side.

A brown-skinned man was on top of a fair-skinned woman, his body rising and falling with each thrust. The man was strong and tall, his back muscles bulging, his thighs and buttocks sharply defined.

Two slender, white arms appeared on his back. With each powerful movement, pink-painted nails occasionally scratched faint lines of blood onto his back.

Two slender, white legs appeared on either side of the man's waist; a white pair of women's underwear hung from the ankle of her right leg, tracing a beautiful, sensual arc in the air with each movement.

The rhythm of their bodies was powerful. One thrust, one attack, one defense.

The man was greedily sucking on the woman's lips.

"I can't breathe..."

the woman's voice came from the bedside.

The man chuckled, burying his head in the woman's chest again, making sucking sounds.

The woman's legs stopped moving and began to wrap around the man's waist, rubbing against his buttocks and thighs, the taut lines showing their owner's current physical sensations.

Her body was being penetrated by a hard object, and her nipples were being sucked and licked by warm lips. The feeling must have been incredibly stimulating.

"Stop, stop... um..."

The woman's voice at this moment made one's blood boil...

The man did not show the woman the tenderness she wanted, but instead conquered her even more forcefully. The woman's voice became more and more seductive, heavy breathing mixed with subconscious moans overflowing from her nose and between her teeth.

Soon, the vision gradually cleared, and the movements of the two bodies became clearer and clearer. I tried hard to see their faces.

The two on the bed seemed to hear my thoughts. The man slowly straightened up, revealing the delicate body beneath him, its snow-white skin almost dazzling. He hoisted the woman's right leg onto his shoulder, spreading her left leg apart to expose their joined genitals.

He withdrew his penis almost completely.

So thick!

He adjusted the rhythm of his thrusts, sometimes gentle, sometimes forcefully pushing it in.

"Ah..."

This form of violation made it even harder for the woman to control her voice. She immediately covered her mouth with both hands.

Her breasts were large and full, white and smooth. Small, bright red nipples were glistening with fluid.

The man held her left leg with one hand, preventing her legs from closing, while his other hand began to knead her breasts, a lewd and satisfied expression on his face.

With each powerful thrust, the muscles in his back bulged. His body was like a tireless perpetual motion machine, fierce and relentless.

A small bulge appeared on the woman's lower abdomen from the penis, sliding up and down with each thrust.

A large flush spread across her smooth neck, her upper body arching rhythmically.

On one hand, to prevent herself from making a sound, the woman could only desperately endure, her lower body unconsciously clenching tightly around the man; on the other hand, the tight passage produced even more intense pleasure from the man's thrusts. Caught in this dilemma, the woman's reason would soon crumble.

I felt a little short of breath, and the surrounding scenery began to blur and sway. If I were in my bedroom at home right now, who were these two people? Why were these two doing this in my bedroom?

Before I could even process these questions, I desperately tried to see my surroundings clearly.

Perhaps it was my overly fixated gaze, but my vision finally stabilized, and the scene gradually became clearer.

"Did I enjoy it? Huh?"

"..."

"After all these times, you're still as shy as a virgin."

"..."

"Your expression is so alluring. No matter how many times I do it to you, it's never enough. You're so tight down there..."

"You, you stop talking, you, keep your voice down... don't wake him..."

The woman pounded on the man's chest, but he grabbed her hand and guided it towards their joined bodies. Realizing what was happening, she cried out and immediately pulled her hand back, covering her face tightly.

The man chuckled, removing her hand from her face, greedily admiring her expression.

The woman's eyes were blindfolded with a black cloth, creating a stark contrast with her fair skin. The woman was incredibly beautiful, her face so familiar yet I couldn't place her.

She possessed a fresh, pure beauty, but now it was flushed crimson. Her clean eyebrows were furrowed tightly, as if enduring some intense sensation. She bit her lip occasionally, suppressing any sound.

"Okay, then tell me, tell me, did I make you feel good?"

"I won't say!"

"Say it now, or I won't go home today, I'll fuck you all night!"

"You..."

"Say I made you feel good!"

"I..." The woman's voice was barely audible.

"Speak clearly!" The man thrust again.

"...You made me...ah...I felt good..."

With just those simple words, the woman's face turned bright red with shame, and she immediately covered her face with her hands.

"Hehe, women with a strong sense of shame are often very sensitive, aren't they?" The man deliberately thrust hard while the woman was speaking, and a groan escaped her throat. The sound made the man's erection grow even stronger, and it gave me a jolt. That seductive, soul-stirring voice was one I had never heard before.

"Say you like being fucked like this!" The man pried the woman's hands off her face, grabbing them and pressing them against her breasts. Her large breasts couldn't be concealed by her slender hands, and her pink nipples peeked out from between her equally pink fingers.

"I like... being fucked like this."

The woman seemed to realize that after saying the first sentence, the second wasn't so difficult.

"Say my cock is bigger than your husband's."

"Your cock is bigger than my husband's."

"Say that if you fuck me like this, I'll orgasm very quickly."

"If you fuck me like this, I'll orgasm very quickly..."

...

The power of verbal suggestion was truly strong. Repeatedly suggested with the same language, the woman's stance quickly crumbled. And for a woman being forcefully raped by a strong man, there was hardly any ability to resist.

"So wet already? What a slutty woman..." The man kept saying vulgar things.

I looked towards their point of contact.

A large gush of fluid flowed from the woman's vagina, staining the sheet beneath her with a large wet patch.

The woman's body trembled, as if her soul had been ripped from her body; her hands lay limp at her sides, while her legs were now taut, her insteps and calves forming a straight line.

"Hehe, you came so quickly. Being fucked next to your husband really makes your body extra sensitive. The orgasm came so fast and intense… Oh… are you going to break me…?"

Next to my husband?

I was shocked. Could it be… that woman, being fucked by another man next to me, experiencing ecstasy and multiple orgasms, was my wife—Tang Yurou?!

The leading lady in this beautiful wife's debauchery was actually my wife? This lewd scene, more stimulating than the most obscene pornographic films, was taking place in my wife's and my newlywed bedroom, on the very bed where my wife gave me her virginity. Less than two years after that night, the exquisite beauty of my wife's body had been wantonly tasted by another man…

Boom!

My mind went blank.

No—

I quickly looked at the woman's face. This time, I recognized her. That delicate and charming face—wasn't it my beloved wife, Tang Yurou?

Tang Yurou, the woman I love most in my life.

We've been married for two years, and I consider myself the person who knows her best. She's kind-hearted and gentle; everyone in the neighborhood praises her. Among relatives and friends, she's always been a role model for mothers guiding their sons in finding a partner, and a role model for mothers-in-law educating their daughters-in-law. In the mouths of everyone who knows us, she's the epitome of a virtuous, gentle, and dignified wife.
In life, she takes meticulous care of me, meticulously manages the household chores, and cooks me all sorts of delicious meals every day. She's my reliable support while I focus on my career.

In our sex life, Yurou is different from other women; she's a very traditional girl. She's always resisted using overly modern methods for intimacy, only accepting the traditional missionary position, and always insisting on drawing the curtains and covering herself with thick blankets in the bedroom. It's something we do every week, and she still gets incredibly shy about it. Even the slightly bolder approach or words make her feel unbearably ashamed and indignant. Getting her to relax even a little is harder than climbing to heaven.

Before today, if someone had told me that Yu Rou would betray me, cheat on me with another man, or be raped by another man... I wouldn't have been angry at all, because I knew it was impossible.

But right now, that familiar, beautiful face is flushed, showing an expression of pain. I don't know if it's because she's experiencing physical spasms or because she's filled with guilt.

The vows of unwavering loyalty we made during our divorce still seem to echo in my ears, yet the scene before me cruelly shatters everything beautiful I've ever had.

A flush spread across her face, staining her convulsing upper body.

The man moaned with pleasure.

After a while, Yu Rou finally let out a soft breath.

"Have you had enough...?"

"Hehe, not yet." The man clearly had no intention of letting her go.

He lifted Yu Rou from the front, his arms encircling her slender waist and supporting her buttocks. Yu Rou didn't speak, but silently wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her legs expertly draped around his waist for support. When she sat on him, her body visibly trembled.

The man tilted his head back and let out a comfortable groan.

Seeing the man's face, I finally recognized him—Young Master Chang.

The company I worked for was one of the Chang family's private enterprises, founded by Young Master Chang's highly respected father.

My current position in the company was all thanks to his father. His father, Old Chang, was my mentor, my benefactor. He gave me my current social status and income.

The man who assaulted Yu Rou was a spoiled brat who caused the entire company immense headaches. He demanded to be addressed as Young Master Chang, not President Chang, at least until his father passed away.

If there are social classes, the Chang family was undoubtedly worlds apart from me.

The Chang family was someone I could only look up to.

They possessed the best resources and enjoyed the most wonderful lives. They could get anything they wanted.

I'd heard countless stories of Young Master Chang's womanizing escapades from the company.

Whether it was a chaste married woman or a sexy young woman; whether it was a dignified female teacher or a shy nurse; whether it was a top model in the fashion world or a capable professional elite, no woman he set his sights on could escape his clutches.

Some said he had raped all seven of the company's beautiful receptionists. Some said they had witnessed the three most beautiful women in the HR department kneeling before him and licking his genitals. Others said his own sister and stepmother had been trained by him to be sex slaves.

Perhaps these were just rumors, but they could also be true.

The way Chang Shao was holding Yu Rou looked very familiar to me. I immediately thought of what happened at last year's annual meeting.

Zhang, the engineer in the office next to mine, had been with the company for many years and was known as a model employee. He was hardworking and had no bad habits. Six months ago, Zhang got married to a young and beautiful wife. I heard she was a nurse at a private hospital. I'd met her a few times; she was a graceful young woman, quiet and elegant, with waist-length hair—quite beautiful indeed. The smooth touch of her handshake made my heart skip a beat.
Last year at the company's annual meeting, Zhang brought his wife along. When they met Chang Shao, Zhang enthusiastically introduced them to each other. Zhang was the company's outstanding employee of the year, receiving a huge bonus and giving a speech as a representative of the outstanding employees. During the meal, he had to endure a barrage of toasts from the enthusiastic employees.

The atmosphere was so lively, but in a corner of the venue, I witnessed something I shouldn't have seen.

I'd been forced to drink several glasses of alcohol and was a bit out of breath, so I went to get some fresh air. Unexpectedly, in the dark corner under the stairs, the figure of a young woman with snow-white skin caught my attention. She was being pinned against the wall by a tall, strong figure. The man was undoubtedly Chang Shao, his imposing stature making him easily recognizable. The woman's face was in the shadows, but after careful observation, I recognized her as Zhang Gong's wife.

Chang Shao's posture then was exactly the same as when he was dealing with Yu Rou.

Zhang Gong's wife had her face resting on Chang Shao's shoulder. Her two fair thighs were wrapped around Chang Shao's waist. A pink pair of panties hung at her ankles, swaying with the thrusts of Chang Shao's body.

If Chang Shao had his eye on Zhang Gong's wife, then I could completely understand why he had his eye on my wife, Tang Yu Rou. But I had no chance against him; in this battle for my wife, I had no chance of winning. If I were to compete with a man like this for Tang Yu Rou, I would undoubtedly lose.

Deep down, I knew I wasn't good enough for a woman as perfect as Tang Yurou. Young Master Chang was a better match for her.

He was tall and strong, and even the slender Yurou appeared petite and delicate next to him. He possessed immense wealth and power, a vast network of connections, and managed a massive corporation. If that wasn't enough to be fatally attractive to women, then his exceptional physique was practically irresistible.

I'd heard from more than one person that his penis was enormous. When erect, it swelled up like a red-hot iron block, both hot and hard. He understood women's psychology and knew their erogenous zones. His ample physique and skillful techniques made him invincible. Besides Zhang

Gong's wife, I'd heard that Young Master Chang was attracted to all kinds of married women and young wives. He had a famous saying: "Even the most faithful love can't withstand a hard penis."

I wasn't surprised at all that he had designs on Yurou. If it were me, I wouldn't let go of such a delicate and beautiful young woman, a traditional wife who is easily embarrassed. The way such a woman writhes and submits beneath me, so eager to please, truly gives a man a tremendous sense of accomplishment…

Chang Shao began walking around the room, holding Yu Rou's body.

I couldn't do that position; I didn't have the strength to lift Yu Rou and hold her for so long, and Yu Rou wouldn't want to do it with me in such a strange position.

Chang Shao seemed very relaxed holding Yu Rou, as if she were nothing to him, handling her with ease.

Chang Shao was very attentive to Yu Rou's expression. It was clear that Yu Rou's pained expression made Chang Shao proud and excited. But seeing it, I only felt heartache and pain.

I thought of Zhang Gong's wife. Zhang Gong's wife must have been given a lot of aphrodisiacs. Except for the very beginning, her legs quickly lost their strength and could no longer wrap around Chang Shao's waist, hanging limply at his sides, her underwear slipping down. Neither of them made much noise, the eerie scene contrasting sharply with the lively atmosphere of the meeting. The show didn't last long; soon, Chang Shao, carrying Zhang Gong's wife, carried her up the stairs in that same position. The second floor was a hotel room, also booked by the company for out-of-town employees and those who had had too much fun.

It was easy to imagine that Zhang Gong's wife had been thoroughly enjoyed by Chang Shao that night.

I pulled myself back to reality and focused my gaze on the two people in the room.

Chang Shao moved slowly, but with each step, Yu Rou's body trembled noticeably. I could easily imagine what it felt like to sit on that enormous penis. This penis not only pierced Yu Rou's sensitive cavity but also tore apart her last shred of reason. Yu Rou began to moan rhythmically, sometimes softly weeping, sometimes intensely piercing. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she bit Chang Shao's shoulder.

Chang Shao, in pain from the bite, immediately thrust back twice. He then picked up Yu Rou's panties that had fallen to the ground, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into Yu Rou's mouth.

"Your legs are so long, how come it's so shallow inside? Just sitting on you, I'm already hitting my head."

"..."

"Is it here, is it here? Hmm?" "

..." Yu Rou couldn't speak, but her body began to convulse noticeably again. A woman who has experienced one orgasm will find that the intervals between subsequent orgasms become shorter and shorter.

The scattered strands of hair spoke of her burgeoning desire, her taut toes tracing graceful curves in the air, each time, each time, penetrating to the very root—a place I had never reached, now offered to an evil forbidden by morality. As Yu Rou's juices flowed more and more, I knew she was drawing ever closer to utter depravity.

"You enjoy this position, don't you? You've leaked so much, you've soaked my legs." Where they walked, they left wet patches.

"Ah!..."

Yu Rou's sobbing moans grew louder, her unrestrained gasps a tone I had never heard before. Stimulated by this unusual position, Yu Rou swayed precariously, but Chang Shao remained insatiable, pushing his luck.

At this moment, Yu Rou was a sight I had never seen before. Though she was being raped, her frequently convulsing body was flushed with a large red tinge. Though she shook her head, uttering words of resistance, her hands were firmly clasped around Chang Shao's neck.

Blindfolded, unable to see her surroundings, and unaware of where the man would take her, the fear of the unknown made her cling tightly to him. As Chang Shao moved, he would deliberately use his waist to lift her into the air, and due to gravity, Yu Rou would involuntarily sit heavily on him. It gave the illusion that Yu Rou was actively seducing him.

Chang Shao chuckled.

"Being fucked in front of your husband, the intense sense of transgression is exciting, isn't it? Do it a few more times, and women will love this feeling… The shame of transgression and the excuse of being forced by a man will tear apart the dignified and virtuous facade of a wife, revealing her wanton nature. The purer a woman is, the crazier she becomes after revealing her true nature. A woman who has experienced a huge penis can no longer tolerate a short one; the thrill of infidelity, once tasted, is intensely addictive…"

"Ugh..."

"Hehe, we're right next to your husband now. If he looks up, he'll see us intertwined. If you accidentally leak any juice, it'll spray on his face..."

"No—"

"Oh, you're squeezing even tighter..."

Clearly, Chang Shao's thick penis had not only pierced my wife's pure body but also shattered my perfect marriage.

I didn't blame my wife at all. I knew that any woman would be unable to resist Chang Shao's violation. I didn't blame Chang Shao either. Any man with his status and power wouldn't let go of a perfect woman like Yu Rou.

If anyone was to blame, it was my inability to protect Yu Rou, my inability to give her what Chang Shao could give her. I didn't have Chang Shao's wealth and status, nor his resources and skills.

My vision gradually darkened, and I could no longer see my surroundings.

But I could still smell the lewd scent emanating from the intertwined genitals.

"Oh, you're squeezing so tight, I can't move... Don't worry, he won't wake up. Look, I'm slapping his face with my penis and he doesn't even react... Just let loose and show me your most filthy and lewd side..."

Suddenly, I felt a hot, hard rod slapping my face. The rod was coated in a slippery fluid, hard and exuding a powerful pressure.

"Come on, stick your ass up, I'm going to fuck you from behind."

Rear-entry. I've heard many people say that the best position for raping a married woman is rear-entry. Not only can you admire her full, round buttocks, but you can also freely fondle her breasts. When encountering a chaste woman, you can use a standing rear-entry position, grabbing her hands at the same time. This position makes it impossible for the woman to escape; her only way to struggle is to twist her hips, which provides the rapist with a strong visual stimulation. Some inexperienced married women, if they struggle by twisting their hips from side to side, will only give the adulterer an opportunity to experience intense pleasure.

I smelled a fragrant scent, and felt Yu Rou's hot breath on my face. It seemed that Chang Shao had Yu Rou's face very close to mine. I couldn't see the scene, but I could completely imagine their position at that moment. Chang Shao was standing behind Yu Rou, pressing her upper body down, her buttocks sticking out, and pulling her hands behind her back.

"Don't be afraid, I gave you the latest American date rape drug, and you personally fed it to him. If a cow drank this drug, it would be unconscious. A weakling like your husband only needs half a pill to fall into a deep sleep like a dead pig. No matter how much you shout, he won't wake up..."

My heart ached. Yu Rou had personally drugged me? Maybe Yu Rou didn't want me to see such a stimulating scene, or maybe she still wanted to save our marriage... It must be like that.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Yu Rou suddenly let out a short moan, her body twisting violently.

"Wow, you've already started wiggling your butt... What are you trying to say... Even though you know your husband won't wake up, being violated in front of him still excites your body, doesn't it..."

The sounds of slapping against each other were incessant. You could tell the force and frequency of the impact just from the sound. A man with strong muscles was indeed extraordinary.

Wet droplets rolled down her face, sliding to the corner of her mouth, tasting slightly salty. Were they Yu Rou's tears? Was it regret? Was it guilt? Did she feel sorry for me? A wave of heartache washed over me... My dear Yu Rou, I don't want you to be sad. If I am an obstacle to your enjoyment of pleasure, I will be even sadder. If my existence makes you sad, I will choose to disappear...

In the darkness, I lost the concept of time, but felt the passing of life.

Chang Shao and Yu Rou changed positions countless times. Dried stains of fluid were left everywhere on the floor, the sheets, and the dressing table.

Yu Rou's sobs grew softer and softer, her sobs making it difficult for her to breathe, which also triggered stronger spasms in her body.

Chang Shao, however, was excitedly yelling and shouting.

Eventually, Yu Rou's voice almost completely disappeared, leaving only Chang Shao's brisk, short roars and the slapping sounds of bodies colliding in the room.

My consciousness began to blur…

I didn't know how much time had passed.

"Quick, quick, save him! He's almost out of breath…"

In my hazy state, I seemed to still hear people talking.

"Damn! How many did you feed him?"

"Three, three pills… I, I'm afraid the medicine won't be strong enough, he'll wake up…"

"So many? Are you trying to kill him? This is troublesome, hurry up and get him to the hospital…"

…

The surroundings became noisy, with people constantly moving around. I felt my body being moved around.

There were elevator sounds, ambulance sounds, and conversations in the hospital.

I felt as if many messy tubes were being inserted into me, and I could smell the pungent odor of disinfectant. But I felt myself getting lighter and lighter, as if I were about to fly over mountains and float into the clouds.

I no longer felt pain; a strange sense of pleasure arose within me.

Slowly, I stopped feeling anything around me; I seemed to have entered a different world.

Suddenly, I looked back with overwhelming longing, hoping to find the love of my life.

The last image that remained in my memory was a white curtain separating the hospital beds. On the curtain, the light from the other side cast the shadows of a man and a woman.

A woman with long, flowing hair, her high, firm breasts exposed, knelt on the adjacent bed, sucking and licking the hard, large penis of a strong man…

(The End)

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