Abusive couples

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The first scene of the abused couple

: Husband waits for wife to return

... Ding-dong, the clock on the wall struck two, indicating it was two o'clock.
It was late at night, and Jiuwei sat on the sofa at home waiting for his wife, Shanshan, to return.
The door opened, and Jiuwei quickly went to the door and unlocked it. A tired Shanshan returned. "Shanshan, you've worked so hard." "
What can I do? You've lost your job; someone has to go out and earn money." His wife, Shanshan, sat on the sofa, kicking off her black high heels and speaking slowly. "
Yes, yes," Jiuwei replied timidly, immediately bringing a pair of slippers and kneeling to help his wife put them on. The slippers had only two thin ribbons on them, revealing his wife's fair feet and toes painted with red nail polish. Jiuwei bent down and kissed Shanshan's toes, saying to his wife, "Shanshan, tonight I want..."
Shanshan said, "No, I'm tired. Boss Huang made me very tired." Jiuwei lowered his head and remained silent. Shanshan glanced at her husband and said again, "What can I do? We have to rely on him to invest and make money." Jiuwei could only nod. "
But I can help you relieve your desires." Shanshan took off her coat, revealing her dyed blonde wavy hair, oval face, almond eyes, and a very alluring appearance. She had a delicate, high nose and a small mouth. Standing at 1.63 meters tall, she wore a pink bra, revealing her large, fair breasts and a deep cleavage. Below, she wore a pink thong, the thin straps digging into her buttocks, exposing her full, protruding buttocks, which were very seductive. Her long, full thighs and plump hips were perfectly proportioned.
Shanshan beckoned to her husband: "Crawl over here, you freeloader husband." Jiuwei hadn't touched his wife for several weeks; Shanshan was always out socializing. Jiuwei couldn't do anything about it; he was unemployed, and his wife had no choice but to work to support the family. Jiuwei silently comforted himself.
Hearing the summons, Jiuwei immediately stripped naked and crawled towards his wife. Shanshan grabbed her husband's hair and pulled his face towards her genitals: "Smell it properly." Jiuwei obediently smelled his wife's genitals; there was a strong scent of semen.
Shanshan turned around, spreading her white buttocks, "Smell your wife's big white buttocks. They're very popular with the boss and director. Today, Boss Huang even stroked and licked them, constantly praising them as top-quality." Jiuwei knelt, licking and smelling his wife's buttocks, his hand constantly stroking his own penis.
Suddenly, Shanshan turned around, raised her hand, and slapped Jiuwei across the face. "When will you become a real man?" Jiuwei knew Shanshan was also suffering, so he smiled at her.
Shanshan slapped Jiuwei again: "You spineless coward, still smiling!"
Shanshan took out a leather whip and a candle from her handbag. She said to Jiuwei: "You lie down, let me teach you a lesson."
Jiuwei lay on the ground like a dog. Shanshan raised her whip and struck Jiuwei's back.
"Ah... Shanshan." Red welts appeared on Jiuwei's back, and he screamed in agony.
Shanshan lit a candle and dripped wax onto the welts, causing Jiuwei to let out a low moan. Shanshan stretched her feet in front of her husband. "Lick my feet." Jiuwei licked Shanshan's toes while enduring the pain that kept spreading in his back. Shanshan laughed wildly, but her laughter seemed to carry a hint of grief and indignation. "
I'm tired." Shanshan lay down on the sofa. Jiuwei crawled over.
"Shanshan, can I use your feet to help me release this fire?" "Mmm." Shanshan glanced at her cowardly, pleading husband and nodded.
Jiuwei carefully picked up his wife's feet, took out his swollen glans, and gently stroked it.
"Shanshan, you've worked hard today. I'll buy you a black-boned chicken tomorrow to nourish you."
Shanshan reached out and gently stroked her husband's hair, feeling deeply sorry for him. Actually, aside from being useless, her husband was very good to her. "
Boss Huang told me last time that he wouldn't let me touch him, or he'd cancel his investment in me. I can't live without his help now. He'll make me famous, starting as an advertising star, and then I won't have to rely on him anymore."
"Shan, you're only 25, you'll definitely be famous. It's okay, just hang in there."
Jiuwei finished speaking and ejaculated. Shanshan took off her thong and gave it to her husband. "Jiuwei, you can use this to take care of things from now on." Jiuwei took the thong and lovingly smelled it.

Scene Two: Visiting Guests

The weather was sunny and breezy today. Shanshan got up early and nudged her still-sleepy husband. "
Jiuwei, I'm not going to work today. The old painter invited us to his house, get up quickly."
Jiuwei said, "I think I won't go."
"No, Professor Yamamoto specifically asked you to come too."
Jiuwei glanced at his wife. Today, she was wearing a navy blue suit, exuding a mature charm. Shanshan was working as a nude model for the painter Yamamoto, earning some extra money.
An hour later, the two arrived at the gate of a villa, a villa with a garden and swimming pool. Jiuwei thought to himself, "Comparison is the thief of joy." Yamamoto and a mature woman, about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, came out. "Welcome, welcome, welcome to both of you!" the old painter said with a beaming smile. "This is my lover, Miss Yami." Jiuwei thought, "He doesn't seem to mind introducing his 'lover' to strangers."
Shanshan introduced him, saying, "This is my husband, Gui Jiuwei." Yamamoto shook hands with Jiuwei, then kept looking at Shanshan.
Shanshan looked particularly beautiful in her suit today, but she wouldn't need it later.
Jiuwei sized up Yamamoto, who was about sixty years old, thin and small, with slightly dark skin. He wore gold-rimmed glasses. Jiuwei hated the way he looked at his wife. What was the big deal? His wife was his model; she'd seen everything. Looking at Masako again, she was tall, with her hair pulled back, and a voluptuous figure. Her breasts and hips were large. Her eyes held a somewhat arrogant look. Jiuwei actually liked Masako's gaze.
Entering the living room, Jiuwei and Masako sat on a sofa. Yamamoto pulled Shanshan aside, kissed her cheek, and said, "Shanshan, let's go get ready."

Shanshan glanced at her husband. Yamamoto said, "It's alright, Masako will take care of him." So the two went into the room.
Masako said to Jiuwei, "Yamamoto has a new idea again. Are you and your wife sexually compatible?" "Mr. Gui." Jiuwei was startled and said, "It's...it's alright!" Masako smiled and said, "Mr. Gui seems very nervous." "No, no." "
Mr. Gui, do you like my stockings?" Masako took her flesh-colored stockings off her high heels and asked Jiuwei.
Jiuwei looked at them and said, "Miss Masako's feet and stockings are very beautiful."
Masako seemed quite satisfied and nodded; she seemed to have seen through Jiuwei's thoughts.
At this moment, Yamamoto brought Shanshan out. Jiuwei couldn't believe it; Shanshan was completely naked, with a peony painted on her chest, partially obscuring one breast. A bright red rose adorned her large, white buttocks. Shanshan lowered her head, embarrassed to look at her husband, and said to Yamamoto, "Sir, this is too embarrassing." Yamamoto ignored her, taking her hand and leading her to half-lie down on a coffee table in front of the sofa where Yako and Jiuwei were sitting.
Yako's hand caressed Shanshan's body, while Yamamoto grabbed Shanshan's breast and played with it, saying to Jiuwei, "Mr. Jiuwei, your wife's breasts are perfect, bowl-shaped, with large, pink areolas and small nipples."
Jiuwei couldn't help himself, blushing, and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, you've gone too far."
Yamamoto smiled and said to Shanshan, "Shanshan, I paid a high price to hire you.
Jiuwei, how can you speak to Mr. Yamamoto like that? Apologize to Mr. Yamamoto immediately!" Shanshan glared at her husband.
Jiuwei mumbled an apology. Yako immediately interjected, "Mr. Gui, your apology is insincere. You should kneel down and apologize like we Japanese do, right, Shanshan?"
Jiuwei glanced at Shanshan, embarrassed. Shanshan said, "Jiuwei, why don't you kneel down and apologize to Mr. Yamamoto?" Unable to disobey his wife's orders, Jiuwei had no choice but to kneel before Yamamoto and apologize. Yako stretched out her foot towards Jiuwei. "Lick it." Jiuwei had no choice but to stick out his tongue and lick Yako's foot.
Yako's foot was still fair and tender. There was a tattoo on the instep, a lip print, and long toenails, dyed bright red. She also wore a small ring on her middle toe, and a diamond-encrusted gold anklet. Actually, Jiuwei quite liked licking Yako's feet. It was much better than kneeling before Yamamoto.
Yako said to Shanshan, "Shanshan, you come down and lick it too."
Shanshan climbed down from the coffee table and knelt at Yako's feet. Jiuwei saw that Shanshan was even more skilled and diligent than him, licking from the instep to the sole. Yazi looked satisfied.
Yazi said to Jiuwei: "Shanshan used to lick my body and Mr. Yamamoto's body often, so Shanshan is the best model, so it doesn't matter if the rent is a little higher."
Jiuwei looked at his wife and felt ashamed. He blamed himself for being useless, unable to even support his wife.
Yamamoto said to Shanshan: "Okay, I'm going to take you outside so everyone can see my nude art, okay?"
"No, no, Mr. Yamamoto, not today." Shanshan glanced at her husband. "
What? Didn't you often take my rose paintings to the street to display? I'll put a blindfold on you so no one will recognize you. What's wrong today?" Yamamoto feigned surprise, "Oh, I see, your husband is here, are you embarrassed? Never mind then.
Thank you, thank you, Mr. Yamamoto."
"That won't do. Come here and lick my penis."
Shanshan obediently crawled over and licked Yamamoto's genitals. Yako lit a candle and dripped it, drop by drop, onto Shanshan's raised buttocks. Shanshan's mouth was sucking on Yamamoto's penis, making muffled moans, her buttocks writhing in pain. Yako laughed wildly, looking very excited, and said to Jiuwei: "Lick my anus." Jiuwei obediently stuck his tongue into Yako's anus, licking it quickly. Yako dripped wax onto Shanshan's anus, and Shanshan screamed in agony, making Yako laugh even more wildly. Yako kept moving the candle, dripping it onto Shanshan's thighs and the soles of her feet.
Shanshan took a shower and came out. Yamamoto and Yako saw Jiuwei and Shanshan out the door. Shanshan shook hands with Yamamoto and Yako as if nothing had happened and said goodbye. Jiuwei led the way out of the villa without looking back.
Scene Three: A Distinguished Guest Arrives

In the afternoon, Jiuwei was preparing dinner. He had bought a lot of good food to cook for Shanshan that night. The phone on the table rang.
Hello. "Jiuwei, my Shanshan, Boss Huang and the director are coming to my house for dinner tonight. Buy plenty of good food." "Okay, okay."
Two hours later, Shanshan led Boss Huang and a middle-aged director into Jiuwei's house.
Shanshan introduced them: "This is Boss Huang, and this is Director Cao."
Boss Huang was balding, short and stout, with a large belly, and shorter than Shanshan. He was arrogant, and after Shanshan's introduction, he didn't shake hands with Jiuwei, only nodding slightly. Director Cao, on the other hand, was tall and thin. He smiled at Jiuwei as well. Shanshan seemed very ingratiating. She quickly invited Boss Huang and Director Cao to sit down. She went into her room and changed into a semi-transparent black nightgown. Jiuwei noticed that Shanshan wasn't wearing a bra; the nightgown had an embroidered flower at the chest, partially covering her breasts. She wore a small pair of panties. Her entire buttocks were visible. "Jiuwei, hurry up and cook! The bosses are getting impatient."
"Yes, yes, I'm going." Jiuwei quickly went into the kitchen.
While cooking, Jiuwei lay down in the kitchen and looked into the living room. Shanshan sat between Huang and Cao, chatting with them. Boss Huang reached out and touched Shanshan's thigh, and Shanshan kissed Boss Huang's face ingratiatingly. Director Ma also took the opportunity to touch Shanshan's large breasts.
"Shanshan, did you let that gigolo touch you?" "
No, Boss Huang, I'm doing what you say. It's been weeks since you touched my genitals."
Boss Huang laughed excitedly upon hearing this, and directly reached his hand to Shanshan's genitals, squeezing hard. Shanshan couldn't help but cry out. Jiuwei couldn't bear to watch any longer and turned back to the kitchen to cook.

Jiuwei brought the dishes to the table, and Shanshan said to Huang and Ma: "Boss Huang, Director Ma, dinner's ready."
Boss Huang, still with his arm around Shanshan, walked to the table in front of Jiuwei, acting like a loving couple. At the table, Shanshan frequently fed Boss Huang, who barely lifted a finger; Shanshan did all the feeding.
After they finished eating, Boss Huang said to Shanshan, "We heard you're quite rough with your husband. We'd like to see it for us. Could you give us a demonstration?"
"Boss, this is too much to ask of him," Jiuwei said, standing silently to the side, only glancing at Shanshan. "
Shanshan, aren't you usually so obedient?"
Shanshan said to Jiuwei, "Jiuwei, kneel down!"
Jiuwei was utterly humiliated, being humiliated by his wife in front of other men. But he had no choice; Boss Huang was his benefactor!
Jiuwei had no choice but to kneel down.
He crawled over and kowtowed to Boss Huang and Director Cao, thanking them for the care they had given his wife. Jiuwei, led by his wife, crawled to Boss Huang and Director Cao, kowtowing several times. Boss Huang was very satisfied. "Shanshan, you've trained her well."
Boss Huang then turned to Jiuwei and said, "You gigolo, do you want to see how we train Shanshan?" Before Jiuwei could answer, Boss Huang said to Shanshan, "Shanshan, take off all your clothes." "
Boss Huang, no!" "What's wrong? You slut, you can't even be shy? Hurry up."
Shanshan had no choice but to take off her pajamas and come to Boss Huang and Director Cao. Boss Huang nodded to Director Cao, who took a basin, placed it on the coffee table, and pulled Shanshan onto the table.
She squatted down, and then performed a toilet demonstration for Boss Huang.
Shanshan, naked, squatted on the coffee table, straining to defecate. Jiuwei, kneeling on the ground, was dumbfounded. His wife was performing urination and defecation in front of two men and her husband.
Boss Huang stared at Shanshan's anus and shouted, "Push it out!" At that moment, a urinal head emerged as Shanshan strained. "
Stop," Boss Huang controlled Shanshan's defecation process. Shanshan immediately stopped straining upon hearing the command. Boss Huang laughed heartily. "
Come out again." Upon hearing the command, Shanshan strained again. Boss Huang stroked Shanshan's white buttocks, giving commands to push and pull.
Finally, a large amount of feces was discharged into the basin.
Boss Huang said to Director Cao, "Let's move on to the next program."
Director Cao tied Shanshan's legs together and hung her up, her legs just touching the ground. Boss Huang took a ruler and struck Shanshan's buttocks.
"Ah..." Shanshan cried out. "
Shanshan, is it comfortable?" "Comfortable...thank you, boss."
Boss Huang burst into laughter again, and then...
Director Cao pinched Shanshan's nipples hard in front of him, and kissed her lips. Shanshan screamed in pain every now and then. Seeing his beloved wife being tortured like this, Jiuwei felt as if his heart was bleeding.
Jiuwei helped Shanshan put on her clothes, and held his wife tightly in his arms. Shanshan silently stroked her husband's hair, her eyes wet, and said nothing.
...Ding-dong, the clock on the wall struck again.

The fourth collaboration was a success

. These days, Shanshan was especially busy, but also seemed particularly happy.
"Honey, I have great news! Boss Huang and Director Cao have decided to invest in a high-quality erotic film for me, and Mr. Yamamoto will be our art director. They said if it's good, I might become famous!" Shanshan said excitedly. "Then we can buy a villa and a car! This is the result of my hard work!"
Jiuwei wasn't actually happy, but he still pretended to smile and said, "That's great!"
Shanshan continued, "All you do is say 'great, great!' Let me tell you, this time you have to fully cooperate, understand?" "When have I ever not cooperated? Last time..." Jiuwei was too embarrassed to continue. Shanshan leaned over and kissed her husband. She said, "Last time was really tough on you."
Jiuwei's heart lit up; this time he had a chance. He immediately hugged his wife. "Wife, my dear wife, today... I want it." "
Honey, no, Boss Huang and Director Cao said I need to conserve my energy and be in top condition when filming starts in a few days. You can just lick and smell it today, have your fun."
Jiuwei looked at his wife with a helpless and disappointed expression, thinking, "Whose wife is this anyway?"
Shanshan knelt on the sofa and pulled up her short skirt. She said to her husband, "Have some fun."
Jiuwei looked at his wife's large, white buttocks, so full and fair. The black sheer shorts could only cover her vulva. Jiuwei suddenly noticed that his wife had two tattoos on her white buttocks: a butterfly on the left and a cluster of roses on the right. The butterfly seemed to be fluttering as if it were going to pick roses; the colors were bright and very alluring. "Wife
, what happened to your body?" "Oh, it was Mr. Yamamoto who tattooed it. There's also a blue dragon and a scorpion tattooed on my back. Boss Huang and Director Cao both said it's very beautiful and attractive."
Jiuwei thought to himself, "My wife has changed, and I'm the last to know."
Jiuwei gently stroked his wife's buttocks, looking at them with great affection, and put his nose to inhale the fragrance of her white buttocks. He hadn't been with his wife for a long time. She was always busy with social engagements, very tired, and came home late. "
Wife, your butt is so white and beautiful." Shan Shan smiled and replied, "Yes, that's what Boss Huang and the others said too. They said it would be a waste not to show off a butt like that." Jiu Wei felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this. What could he do? He couldn't get an erection.
The filming arrangements were really in full swing, and Shan Shan had been incredibly busy these past few days, sometimes discussing and rehearsing with Huang and Cao, sometimes rushing to the set, sometimes shopping for clothes. She hadn't come home for several nights. Jiu Wei started to feel uneasy. He thought, "If only I could earn money, I wouldn't have to be so subservient."
During this time, Ya Zi called one day. "Mr. Gui, this is Ya Zi, hello."
"Ah, it's Ya Zi, hello, hello." For some reason, Jiu Wei felt a certain awe towards Ya Zi. "
I heard your wife is filming a high-quality movie." "Yes, yes, she's often not home these days, what can you do?" "I can't earn any money, so I can only cook at home."
"Haha, Mr. Gui, you're really something, a seven-foot-tall man," Yako laughed. "I can help you earn some money, I wonder if you'd be willing."
Hearing this, Jiuwei grasped at a lifeline. "As long as it's not illegal, I'm definitely willing, willing to do it."
Yako felt the time was right and said to Jiuwei, "Yes, in today's society, as long as you can make money, you can throw everything else away, don't you think?"
Jiuwei seemed to have heard the Bible and suddenly understood, replying, "Yes, yes, money equals dignity, money equals everything! Actually, things can be thrown away."
Yako continued, "Your wife used to be our model and assistant, but now she's going to film a movie. We want you to replace her. You have to be as obedient as she is. Yamamoto and I are your employers, your masters."
Jiuwei quickly replied, "Sure, sure, I have nothing to do at home anyway, you can call me anytime, Miss Yako." Jiuwei was determined to make money, so he went all out.
Early this morning, Jiuwei dressed neatly and headed to the painter's villa. Yako's fees were high, at least in Jiuwei's opinion, given his long-term unemployment. Jiuwei was determined to obey orders, earn the money, and show it to his wife and Huang Cao.
Upon entering, Yako wasn't polite, simply saying, "Come in with me." Jiuwei followed obediently behind Yako. Yako had a great figure, mature and sexy. Today she wore a business suit, but without a top, just a white shirt, and a skirt that reached just above her knees, paired with slippers. Yako had a high forehead, eyes that were neither too big nor too small, very alluring, and a somewhat aloof look when she wasn't smiling. Her nose was long and high but narrow. Her chin was slightly pointed. She was well-maintained and didn't look more than 29 years old. Jiuwei thought Yako looked like a manager or supervisor.
Just then, they arrived at the living room. The old painter, Yamamoto, wasn't there today; Yako said he had gone to the film set as an art director.
Yako sat on the sofa, legs crossed. Hisawei stood there, and Yako didn't offer him a seat. Yako told Hisawei, "You'll be available at any time. Your job is model and assistant. I'll pay you weekly. During your employment, you must unconditionally obey me and Mr. Yamamoto." Yako's tone left no room for negotiation. Hisawei knew finding someone was easier than finding a dog—someone who was obedient and compliant.
Hisawei immediately said, "Yes, Miss Yako." "
Now take off your clothes, let me check your figure." Hisawei immediately stripped naked; he dared not delay.
Yako remained seated on the sofa, issuing orders: "Kneel down, hands behind your head, like a sculpture." "Yes, Miss Yako." Hisawei immediately knelt, hands behind his head. Yako then stood up, circling Hisawei, occasionally reaching out to touch and grab at him, as if inspecting merchandise.
Yako continued: "Put your hands on the ground." Jiuwei
crawled around in circles like a dog, on all fours. "Miss Yako, why are you doing this?" Jiuwei asked, puzzled.
Yako grabbed Jiuwei's chin with one hand and slapped him across the face. She said, "Who told you to talk so much? This is performance art, what do you know?"
Jiuwei jumped, his face burning. He said, "I'm...I'm sorry, Miss Yako, I'll do it, I'll do it."
Jiuwei continued crawling in circles, not daring to stop until Miss Yako told him to. "Bark like a dog a few more times." Jiuwei barked as he crawled. Yako laughed loudly, "Not bad, not bad, your understanding is better than Shanshan's, hahaha."
Yako sat back on the sofa and said, "Okay, okay, crawl over here."
Jiuwei immediately crawled over. Yako put one leg on Jiuwei's back and the other on his nose. Yako said to him, "Give it a kiss, I know you can't even lick your wife's feet anymore." "Shanshan told us before that she wouldn't let you sleep with her, that she still had to serve other men, right?"
Jiuwei felt utterly ashamed; facing this question seemed more embarrassing than crawling on his stomach like a dog. "
You're so pitiful. This time I spoke to Yamamoto, and only then did he agree to hire you," Yako continued. "
Thank you, thank you, Miss Yako." Jiuwei was almost moved to tears. "Then how will you repay me?" Jiuwei was speechless. "I...I, how can I repay you?"
Yako stretched her snow-white foot to Jiuwei's mouth and said, "Serve me well."
Jiuwei stuck out his tongue and diligently licked Yako's toes, between her toes, and on the soles of her feet.
Yako moaned comfortably, "Ah, ah, so itchy, so comfortable, Jiuwei."

Yako pulled her skirt up to her waist. Jiuwei understood and slowly licked from her calves to her thighs. Yako's buttocks were no less beautiful than Shanshan's, Jiuwei thought. His tongue, coated with saliva, licked Masako's pubic hair until it was wet. Masako comfortably turned over, sticking out one of her beautiful white buttocks.
Jiuwei noticed that Yako also had a tattoo on her buttocks—a blooming peony, pink with lush green leaves. It was truly beautiful. "This must be a masterpiece," Jiuwei thought.
Jiuwei's tongue didn't stop; it frantically licked the peony, as if trying to lick it off.
"Ji, don't just lick the peony, there's also a 'chrysanthemum'!" Yako felt no stimulation.
Jiuwei's tongue, receiving the command, immediately set off, stopping at the entrance of her anus, and then circling around it. Yako was clearly enjoying herself immensely, saying, "Don't stop, don't stop..."
Yako sat back down on the sofa, Jiuwei still kneeling beside her. Yako stroked Jiuwei's hair, placing his head on her lap. Yako's feet were constantly teasing Jiuwei's lower body; Jiuwei aroused. How beautiful Yako's feet were—red toenails, snow-white feet. Soon after, Jiuwei ejaculated.
"Yako, from now on you are my master, I will listen to you." Jiuwei felt an impulse to die for a friend. Scene

5: Wife's Fame

Just as Jiuwei and Yako's relationship was getting closer, Shanshan's movie—"Trap"—was also released, and it caused quite a stir, with high box office returns. This time, Shanshan gained both fame and fortune. Television stations and newspapers featured her as a guest and made headlines, and advertisers invited her to shoot commercials, but this time with high fees, reaching seven figures. Shanshan was busy all day long.
Jiuwei's house. No, it should be said that Shanshan's house had also moved into a detached villa.
Shanshan, wearing a semi-transparent evening dress, half-reclined on the sofa, legs crossed, holding a cigarette (since becoming famous, Shanshan's behavior had become that of a wealthy woman), said to Jiuwei, "This is my famous work, 'Trap,' you should also watch it." Shanshan handed a videotape to her husband, Jiuwei.
To be honest, Jiuwei hadn't actually seen his wife's famous work. He'd been quite busy lately, as Yazi kept asking him to model.
Shanshan went upstairs after speaking. Jiuwei put the videotape into the VCR.
The video appeared. In the film, Shanshan played a teacher, wearing a shirt, skirt, sheer stockings, and black high heels, looking very dignified. But her husband was impotent and unable to satisfy her. Seeing this, Jiuwei thought, "Who the hell wrote this?" (He always confused film with reality.) In the film, Shanshan satisfied herself by seducing students.
Shanshan invited students to her home for tutoring, then lay naked on a coffee table, posing in various positions. The snakes and scorpions on her body, and the flowers and butterflies on her buttocks, combined with the soft, backlit lighting and the swaying of Shanshan's slender waist and plump buttocks, created a shimmering picture, truly beautiful and exquisite. Jiuwei was practically drooling as he watched, his hand involuntarily slipping into his pants... Of course, the student in the play couldn't resist the temptation either. He kept caressing Shanshan's body. Finally, he used his tongue to carefully lick along the tattoo on her back, down to her buttocks, and then to her snow-white ankles, before sucking on her toes.
Meanwhile, the husband in the play was peeping at his wife and the student's performance through a crack in the door. The husband only got an erection at this moment, which he would then relieve himself with his hand. (Jiuwei couldn't help but mutter another curse.) However, Shanshan and the student's performance was filmed by the student with a hidden camera. He took it to school to show his friends, trying to show off. The old principal discovered it and confiscated it, giving the student a serious reprimand and telling him to stop distributing it or he would be expelled.
The bald principal then used the videotape to blackmail Shanshan. Shanshan had no choice but to confess everything about her husband and herself.
The bald principal turned out to be a masochist. Teacher Shan Shan was dressed in a queen-like outfit, with a leather bra that exposed her breasts, a thong-style leather panties, black stockings, and leather boots. She held a leather whip in her hand. The bald principal knelt and licked Shan Shan's boots, and Shan Shan would occasionally whip him a few times. At this time, Shan Shan's "husband" was also kneeling and watching. In fact, the old principal also had voyeuristic desires.
The old principal would often invite a few friends to play with Shan Shan. Once, he invited two men who were about the same age as the principal.
The old principal pulled Shan Shan's "husband" to lie down in another room and watch together. The two men surrounded Shan Shan from the front and back. The man in front kissed her and put his tongue in her mouth. Shan Shan sucked on the old man's tongue. The other man stroked Shan Shan's bare back and beautiful buttocks. After a while, the two men made Shan Shan wear a uniform similar to that of a flight attendant. Then the two men sat side by side on the sofa and made Shan Shan act like a flight attendant. Shan Shan stood in the middle holding a drink. Two men reached under Shanshan's skirt and pulled it up, exposing her plump buttocks, then began to caress them.
In another room, the principal and her husband were masturbating incessantly.
The principal asked the husband, "Was it good?"
"Yes, yes," the husband replied, swallowing hard. "
Actually, your wife is only beautiful when she's being played with, right?"
"Yes, yes, I don't feel anything when I'm alone with her."
"Are you excited?" "
Excited, excited."
(At this point, Jiuwei's face turned red, as if he had said those lines himself. He cursed, "Damn it, this director," but his hands didn't stop.)
After watching the movie, Jiuwei went upstairs. Shanshan was lying on the bed. "
Was it good?" his wife asked without looking at her husband, then continued to mutter to herself, "This film reflects the ugly side of society, dissects human nature and society, and doesn't have any overtly explicit sexual acts."
Jiuwei whispered, "Yes, it's good." "
You coward, all you know is 'good'." His wife suddenly raised her voice. "You know how tiring it is for me to film outside, having to put up with so many people's attitudes, sometimes even having to entertain them..."
Seeing his wife's anger, Jiuwei quickly tried to appease her, saying, "Wife, my dear wife, you've worked so hard." (Since meeting Yako, Jiuwei had learned to say nice things to please women.) Jiuwei immediately knelt down and massaged Shanshan's feet and calves. "My dear wife, my queen, is it comfortable?" Jiuwei continued to flatter her.
His wife seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps to Jiuwei, "Watch, I am the queen, I will make them all slaves."
Jiuwei looked at his wife, who seemed like a stranger, and didn't know what she was saying.
It was raining when Jiuwei returned from Yako's place. Yako seemed to be taking better care of him now. She paid him a good salary, told him to go home early, and sometimes even invited him out to eat when the painter wasn't there, saying it would be helpful for their work if they could have a good chat. Jiuwei had also developed feelings for Yako; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he had fallen in love. Because Jiuwei couldn't get affection from his wife, they seemed to be growing increasingly distant. Yazi constantly taught Jiuwei that he needed to be as daring and courageous as a knight-errant, to be that brave, that manly, for women would like him. Jiuwei thought this made a lot of sense.
When he stepped into the house, he saw many shoes at the door. Jiuwei went into the living room and saw Boss Huang and Director Cao, kneeling before his wife, who was holding a leather whip.
His wife saw Jiuwei and said, "Come here, sit on the sofa, and watch carefully."
Jiuwei couldn't believe his eyes. Boss Huang and Director Cao used to be so arrogant; he still vividly remembered their past actions. But Jiuwei thought, "Today is different. Shanshan is a celebrity now; what's there to be afraid of?" Shanshan said to Huang and Cao, "Take off your clothes and kowtow to me." Huang and Cao obeyed like well-trained dogs, kowtowing repeatedly while naked. Shanshan kept whipping him, saying, "Crawl around for me, let's see you crawl around once!" Huang and Cao crawled around in circles, head to tail and tail to head. Shanshan laughed heartily.
Jiuwei was also very happy, thinking he had finally gotten his revenge.
After his wife became famous, she became arrogant and looked down on everyone. Once, she even brought two young men home. They were naked and embracing in the living room. Jiuwei didn't dare say a word. Afterwards, the three of them went into Jiuwei and Shanshan's room... Jiuwei was kicked out. He could still hear his wife's moans at night.

Scene Six: A Date with Yako Early

in the morning, Yako called Jiuwei and asked him to come over. She also asked him to buy a towel at the intersection near Yako's villa. Before hanging up, she kissed Jiuwei. Jiuwei felt a sweet warmth in his heart.
Entering the villa, Jiuwei went to the living room. Yamamoto was also there, sitting on the sofa. Yako stood next to Yamamoto. Yamamoto spoke. What was Jiuwei still standing there for? "Take off your clothes, I'm going to create." (Jiuwei disliked Yamamoto; he had insulted his wife and him.)
Jiuwei took off his clothes, and Yamamoto made him kneel and wait. Yamamoto wasn't creating anything; instead, he was embracing and kissing Masako, his hand slipping inside her skirt. Masako half-heartedly protested, "Teacher, please don't do this, there are other people here." Yamamoto laughed, "What people? Just a dog."
Hisahi was now furious. Ever since witnessing his wife's reprimand of Huang Cao, Hisahi seemed to have been infected, gaining a bit of courage. Seeing Yamamoto kissing his beloved Masako only fueled his anger.
Yamamoto released Masako and said, "Let's begin." Masako had Hisahi lie flat on the ground. Hisahi didn't know what to do.
Yamamoto muttered to himself, "Today we're performing performance art."
Masako pulled up her skirt, squatted on top of Hisahi, and defecated, the feces landing on Hisahi's chest.
After finishing, Masako stood up and smeared the feces evenly on Hisahi's body.
Yamamoto sat on the sofa, watching.
Masako continued smearing feces on Hisahi's face and into his mouth.
Yamamoto seemed very serious as he asked Hisahi, "How is it? Does Masako's feces taste good?"
Hisahi didn't answer because his mouth was full of Masako's feces; he could only make a few sounds, it was unclear what he was saying. Yamamoto continued, "Masako's feces are the most delicious. You're in luck today, Masako, right?"
Masako said shyly, "Teacher, really." "
How is it? Isn't my artistic concept novel?"
"Not bad, teacher, you have talent," Masako added.
Hisahi didn't think so at this time.
Masako took a picture, saying she would exhibit it later, and Yamamoto nodded in agreement.
Hisahi washed himself and came to the living room. Masako was naked, leaning against Yamamoto's chest, kissing and caressing him. Yamamoto closed his eyes, looking very pleased.
Yamamoto said to Hisahi, "Come and lick Masako's feet." Hisahi crawled to Masako's feet.
Yamamoto watched with excitement as Hisahi licked his feet.
Masako asked Yamamoto, "Teacher, are you excited?"
Masako continued to masturbate Yamamoto, who was already incredibly aroused.
Masako continued, "Honey, Hisahi is licking your wife's toes. If you agree, let him lick your wife's asshole, okay?"
Yamamoto was already incredibly excited and slowly lay down on the sofa.
Masako sat up and pressed her large buttocks against Yamamoto's face, which Yamamoto liked. Yamamoto inhaled the scent of Masako's beautiful buttocks. But Masako's buttocks pressed tighter and tighter, and Yamamoto could hardly breathe. Suddenly, Masako said to Hisahi, "Brave knight, our day has come! Quickly, press the towel against the old man's face, quick!"
Hisahi hesitated for a moment, then, with a sudden burst of courage, he leaped up and pressed the towel against old Yamamoto's face...
A few days later, Hisahi was arrested and taken to the police station. Masako, however, escaped punishment. A small shop at the intersection testified that Hisahi had bought the towel. Hisahi's motive for killing Yamamoto was Yamamoto's insult to him. The evidence was the performance art photograph taken by Masako.
Several months later, the court ruled that Masako, as Yamamoto's wife, inherited his vast fortune of tens of millions. It turned out that Masako was already Yamamoto's wife; at Yamamoto's request, she had to constantly change how she addressed him—sometimes "teacher," sometimes "dad," sometimes "husband."
The End .

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