The Dream Manipulator: Mirror Desire (Volumes 1-6) Author: Mirror Desire

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"The Dream Manipulator: Mirror Desire"

Author: Mirror Desire

Chapter 1: Pink Fantasy

"A mirror?"

"Everyone needs to look in a mirror."

"But standing in front of the mirror, I can't see myself clearly."

"You can't see yourself because you're imprisoned inside the mirror."

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I don't know when, but I came here again.

The pitch-black space was empty and hollow, seemingly without boundaries, with only a huge iron cage standing motionless in the center
. A faint light shone down, and a delicate, slender jade foot slowly rose, peeking out from the gaps in the steel bars,
like a red apricot on a wall, unwilling to be lonely.

It was a very beautiful little foot. Snow-white, lustrous, and delicate, like a flawless piece of jade. Although the
stockings gave it a black hue, the snow-white, fragrant
skin beneath was still faintly visible through the sheer fabric. It slowly rose, toes straight, instep taut, swaying, gently rocking, stretching in mid-air. It was as if
displaying, or perhaps enticing. A graceful trajectory slowly traced its path, and it gently landed on the ground, motionless
.

It was asleep.

Its five long, slender, luscious toes were tightly closed, its delicate little foot casually stretched out, like a sleeping child,
quiet and serene.

I stood there dumbfounded, inexplicably drawn to it.

"Mmm…"

A seductive, slightly hoarse moan, like a pebble dropped into water, broke the surrounding silence.
A moment later, the quiet stockinged foot began to tremble slightly.

I thought I was seeing things, but as an even more seductive moan reached my ears, I knew I was wrong. Her
moans were low and suppressed. As a woman, I knew they were the moans that escaped from the depths of her throat after the onset of excitement.
Whenever I, a conservative woman, was aroused by my husband's teasing and caresses, I would let out such moans while trying to suppress them.

Sweet, intoxicating, and bone-melting, they were irresistible to men.

I knew she was suppressing her physical excitement because her feet were trembling, a sign of trying to control pleasure
. But soon, this suppression began to spiral out of control. Her toes curled, spread, and stretched within her stockings. Her soles
shifted and rubbed restlessly within the iron cage, eventually becoming uncontrollably agitated.

I didn't know why she had been like a sleeping child just moments before, but now she was so excited. In the dim light, I
could only barely see a curvaceous body lying prone in the cage, her body trembling and
writhing in the darkness. Her excited moans echoed continuously in the empty darkness, unknowingly igniting the desire that had been simmering within me
, making my body burn.

"Hmm..."

As if sensing my thoughts, the woman's moans gradually dimmed the iron cage, allowing me
to barely make out the scene inside. The woman lay prone in the cage, her back to me, her posture alluring. One
leg was straight, the other folded and resting on top of the other, her round, full buttocks slightly upturned, her slender waist
arched, forming an incredibly seductive curve.

Most alluring was that her entire body was encased in black stockings. Her delicate, beautiful feet, her gently curved calves, her plump
, fleshy thighs, her round, full buttocks, all the way to her high, firm breasts, were bound by two black
straps that crossed over her snow-white neck, tying a beautiful bow. The smooth, delicate texture
was soft and sensual in the dim light, irresistibly tempting to conquer and ravage.

As a woman myself, I had to admit, this was a beautiful body that could drive a man mad. Black gave
her an alluring quality; her snow-white skin was faintly visible through the sheer stockings, all the sensuality and beauty of her body
shimmering within the black pantyhose, subtly enticing men's desire and yearning for conquest.

"Mmm...mmm..."

The woman's moans grew increasingly intense, her body writhing and twisting in agitation. Only then did I notice that
someone was hidden in the darkness in the distance; a pair of large hands were forcefully kneading the woman's enormous breasts, encased in black stockings
.

Those hands looked so strong, so solid. Large, thick palms, veins bulging on the backs of the hands, fingers spread
wide, powerfully gripping the breasts, constantly kneading and squeezing. The woman's plump, full breasts, like soft
dough, twisted and deformed in the man's hands, changing into various lewd shapes.

"Ah...ah...um..."

The moans deep in her throat were uncontrollable, growing louder and louder. The man's strength didn't seem
to repel her; instead, it excited her even more. Her head was thrown back, her chest high, one snow-white hand caressing
the man's chest, responding to his rough handling. Her dark hair swayed and danced in her excited trembling
, like a blooming black rose.

The lewd scene before me acted like an aphrodisiac, making my body uncontrollably hot. My breathing
grew heavy with each moan, a restless heat surging beneath the man's rough handling of her breasts.
Suddenly, I felt an emptiness in my body, and my hands involuntarily went to caress my own full breasts.

"Um..." A jolt of electric pleasure shot through my erect nipples, making me groan involuntarily. Only then
did I realize that my nipples had already hardened in this lewd atmosphere.

Liu Yunlan, how...how could you do this...you can't...

A feeling of shame welled up inside me, making my face flush red with embarrassment. I knew I couldn't be so
shameless, but as my fingers gently rubbed, the tingling pleasure intensified, and my body felt increasingly empty.
I found that my hands couldn't stop, quickly and forcefully kneading my breasts, my eyes fixed
on the scene before me that filled me with both shame and excitement.

With a sharp "rip," the man's strong hands suddenly tore apart the woman's stockings. Two
snow-white, high breasts bounced out like freed rabbits, trembling slightly in the air.

Her breasts were large and firm, perfectly stalactite-shaped. The smooth flesh was like fresh milk, white as jade.
On the brown areolas, the small nipples, like winter plum blossoms in the dead of winter, stood proudly, a touch of crimson. Torn
black stockings surrounded them, the contrast of black and white striking even in the dim light.

These were breasts that any man would want to touch and ravage.

At that moment, I seemed to hear the man's rapid, heavy breathing. The next second, those large hands mercilessly
covered them, forcefully kneading and rubbing. The woman's snow-white breasts began to tremble, slippery flesh
occasionally overflowing from between the man's fingers, red finger marks deeply imprinted on the breasts, showing no
tenderness, the powerful force seemingly intent on crushing and tearing them apart.

"Ah...ah...harder...oh...so good...so good...crush me...crush me...ah..."

The woman seemed to be on steroids, moaning unrestrainedly. The man's roughness seemed to please her greatly; her
voluptuous body writhed like a serpent, her hands caressing his firm chest, her small mouth kissing
his upper body incessantly, occasionally escaping with soul-stirring moans. The man stroked the woman's hair and gradually
pressed it towards his genitals.

The light gradually brightened, but the man's face remained blurry. He was naked, his strong muscles as
angular as marble, and inside his black underwear, a huge, thick penis was tightly bound, like a
giant dragon, its thick mark revealing its power and size.
So...so big...so thick...

The moment I saw it, my heart felt like it had been lashed out, trembling violently, my breath seemed to stop
, a spasm of throbbing throbbing rippled through my private garden, and a stream of hot, honeyed fluid uncontrollably overflowed.

The man pressed the woman's head down, thrusting his genitals and rubbing her face against his through her underwear. The woman, submissive
yet passionate, caressed his penis with her face. Although her back was to me, I believed her
expression was one of ecstasy and wantonness, for her intoxicating moans carried a hint of longing and repression.

How could she… how could she be so wanton…

The lewd scene filled me with both shame and excitement. I couldn't understand this kind of wanton behavior from a woman—rubbing her face against
a man's genitals—how shameful and degrading! Yet she was so absorbed, like a docile kitten,
swaying her head, moaning excitedly to please the man.

In a moment of distraction, the man's underwear slipped off his body. The woman knelt shamefully on the ground,
her alluring body folded into a wanton posture, her plump buttocks even more prominent beneath her black stockings. The man stood proudly
, looking down like a king surveying all living beings. His thick, long penis stood erect
, majestic and powerful, like a whip ready to discipline the submissive warhorse beneath him.

He grabbed the woman's hair, tilting her head back, his left hand gripping his thick penis against her delicate,
white face, rubbing and smoothing it repeatedly. The woman, her face held high, passionately embraced the man's buttocks
, moaning softly.

The lewd scene and the vulgar moans made me blush. I had initially thought I would be extremely disgusted by this obscene
act, that I would turn away in shame. But now, my heart was filled with excitement at this lewd and vulgar sight
. My body trembled, my breath quickened, and my eyes were glued to it like a magnet
.

The woman's delicate, intoxicated moans grew increasingly lewd and intoxicating. In a daze, I seemed to hear
the sound of a man's hot, thick penis rubbing against a woman's cheek. A soft, low, rhythmic "shush-shush-shush
." I seemed to feel the woman's excitement too; the heat of his penis traveled to her cheek,
the strong scent of his genitals filled my nostrils, and tears welled up in her eyes, dripping down her face
, leaving lewd, wet marks as his penis slid, conquering her proud and beautiful face again and again…

The lewd fantasies stimulated my desire like an aphrodisiac; fluid flowed uncontrollably from my lower body, trickling down
my legs, and my restless vulva felt an unbearable itch. Suddenly, I felt an unprecedented emptiness;
my trembling fingers involuntarily touched my already soaked petals, rubbing and stirring them vigorously.

"Oh...mmm...mmm..."

The woman's seductive moans, the man's excited panting, their burning desire unrestrained in the void
, like a burning ember igniting the surrounding dark and cold space,
melting and losing me in its heat.

"Smack!"

"Mmm..."

A lewd, crisp sound rang out as the man's hot penis suddenly slapped hard against the woman's fair face. The woman
trembled, involuntarily moaning.

Seeing the woman's wanton reaction, a wicked smile crept across the man's blurred lips, and his thick penis
thrust in again. The crisp sound, like an aphrodisiac, echoed around, making the man even more excited, his erect penis
mercilessly slapping the woman's proud, wanton face again and again.

"Smack smack smack!"

"Mmm...mmm..."

The scene was so lewd and violent, the wanton moans and crisp sounds swirling around, incessantly echoing, but I felt even
more excited. Watching the man's thick, powerful penis ravage the woman's face, an indescribable, intense stimulation
surged through my nerves. The nectar within my flower bud gushed uncontrollably, waves of strange pleasure coursing through my
body, causing my fingers, which were caressing the petals, to rub even faster.

The pounding of the penis gradually subsided, the man's hot penis appearing even thicker, the glans red, veins
bulging on the shaft, looking particularly ferocious. The woman knelt on the ground, like a lowly bitch, her fleshy buttocks raised high. Her
black silk-clad buttocks were full, large, round, and high, even more alluring in this position. Through the open crotch of her stockings, her pink
vulva was clearly visible, glistening with nectar overflowing from it, slowly flowing down her sides.

"Ah...I can't take it anymore...Mmm...It's so itchy...Fuck me...Thrust me...Oh...My uterus feels so empty...So itchy..."
The woman lowered her body, swaying her plump, black-stockinged buttocks, moaning seductively.

Her thirsty moans, like a spell, entered my ears, deeply stimulating my body and mind. An unusual urge surged
through my entire body; the itching in my flower chamber was unbearable, hot nectar gushed out, and a strong signal of desire came from the depths of my empty uterus
, making my fingers rub the petals even faster.

"Mmm...husband...Yunlan wants it too...mmm...I want it so badly...it's so itchy... "

The man chuckled, kneeling behind the woman, his hands wantonly caressing and slapping her silk-stockinged buttocks, then grabbing
the stockings on her buttocks and tearing them open forcefully. With a "hiss," the stockings opened,
revealing two snow-white, smooth, plump, and tender buttocks like fresh eggs. The man excitedly played with the woman's large buttocks,
his penis pressing against her wet labia, rubbing back and forth, lewdly teasing the woman's uncontrollable desire.

"No...oh...don't rub anymore...mmm...it's so itchy...I want...I want a big cock..."

Feeling the heat and size of the glans, the woman trembled all over, her vagina itching intensely, her uterus feeling unbearably empty
, and her juices gushed out. Her snow-white, plump buttocks swayed excitedly up and down with the scraping of the penis, trying to swallow it
into her vagina.

"Say it, you're a slut." The man kneaded and pounded the woman's snow-white buttocks,
leaving deep red handprints on her skin, like pink petals falling on pale snow.

"Mmm... I'm a slut... Ah... I like... I like being fucked by a big cock... Ah... Fuck me... Fuck me..." The woman
swayed her fat buttocks, shamelessly moaning.

Hearing the woman's filthy words, my body trembled with excitement, as if I had become
that woman, being ruthlessly ravaged and humiliated by the man. The sudden role reversal filled me with shame and excitement, but
I couldn't stop the raging lust bursting forth within me. Watching the man's thick penis pressing against the woman's entrance,
I also placed my fingers at my own vulva, as if waiting for the man's penis to break through my body.

"Hurry...husband...put it in...put it in..."

Watching the man's penis slowly penetrate the woman's vagina, my fingers eagerly followed its
rhythm, disappearing into my own body.

Mmm...

an electric shock-like pleasure surged through my nerves with each insertion, making my head spin. I never imagined my
fingers could bring me such intense pleasure, like heroin numbing my nerves, making me unable to resist, and
unwilling to resist.

"Ah...ah...so...so deep...my pussy...my pussy is so beautiful...mmm...so comfortable...oh...you've hit my G-spot again
..."

The woman's moans grew increasingly wanton, and the man's thrusts became faster and faster. I was intoxicated by this extraordinary pleasure
, my body feeling light, as if floating on the clouds. My fingers tirelessly varied the frequency of their thrusts
, playing with my thirsty honey pot again and again.

Ah… um… husband… you’re so amazing… Lanlan is… is going to die…

Honey is flowing out continuously, the sound of fingers stirring echoes lewdly in my ears, my whole body seems to have turned into
a sensitive clitoris, my swaying, intoxicated reason finally collapses and is destroyed under the endless pleasure…

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Author: Jingyu
2012/07/07 First published on First Club
Word count: 5947

Chapter 2 The Revelation of Dreams, Dreams of Hope

I look at myself in the mirror.

I look at my desire in the mirror.

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Desire, like fire.

Unconsciously, the boiling pleasure becomes stronger and hotter, raging in my body looking
for an outlet, leaving my mind blank. I knew I was about to reach the peak of my climax.

"Ugh!"

A tremendous wave of pleasure surged up, like a bursting dam, releasing my body in a violent spasm
. In that moment, I felt like a prisoner who had found an escape route,
leaping and cheering in an explosive eruption, then vanishing into nothingness.

"Huff... huff..."

Why? Why is it always this? Why does it keep happening?

I woke up with a start, sitting on the bed, panting heavily, deep questions swirling in my mind.
I wanted to find the answer, to know why, but all I heard was the heavy breathing around me.

It's been a month.

For a month, I've had the same dream.

In a dark, empty space, a naked woman is imprisoned in a huge iron cage. In the dim light, I can't see
my surroundings, nor do I know where I am. I only know that her body is beautiful, very sexy. Long legs,
a slender waist, full breasts—she was alluring, like a seductive poppy, caged and awaiting a man
's pluck and redemption.

The first thing I always saw about her was her feet, a flawless little foot encased in stockings. It slowly
emerged from the cage, stretching and swaying in mid-air, then gracefully landing on the ground, like a withered petal,
asleep in the peaceful night. Then, under the man's manipulation and humiliation, she began to stir, moan, and pant, her most
seductive gasps igniting the cold air around her, drawing me irresistibly into the
swamp of desire, reaching a climax of overwhelming ecstasy.

I felt ashamed to have such a lewd dream, yet the intoxicating pleasure was so intense. Just
like my husband's thick penis giving me my first orgasm on our wedding night, so much so that every time I woke up,
I wondered if it was a dream or reality.

A chill ran through my lower body, snapping me out of my reverie.

I pulled down my black lace panties, revealing a completely soaked crotch. My cheeks
flushed slightly, a strange feeling of betrayal, a mix of shame, excitement, and
self-loathing, welled up inside me. I'd never produced so much lubrication during intimacy with my husband.

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone rang. I glanced at the landline on the bedside table; the caller ID filled me with joy.

It was my husband, Wei.

"Hey, honey!" I grabbed the phone, tossing my soaked panties aside, and called sweetly.

There was silence on the other end, only the faint breathing of a man. After a few seconds, I pressed, "What
's wrong, honey? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Ah? No, nothing, it's just that your voice was so...so sexy...so languid..." "

Ugh, so annoying, saying such cheesy things so early in the morning, aren't you ashamed?" Wei's praise made my heart sweeten,
but also a little shy. That's how women are; even when they're happy, they'll still playfully complain.

"Honey, it's true! Your voice was so sexy just now, it made my heart melt." Wei hurriedly
argued, afraid I wouldn't believe him.

I knew he was telling the truth; I also felt my voice was somewhat alluring. Every time my husband brought me to
orgasm, my voice would become very languid and seductive. Thinking about how I had orgasmed in my dream,
my face flushed again.

"Okay, okay, you're being so inappropriate so early in the morning. I just woke up, of course my voice is a little different." Feeling
guilty, I explained calmly, afraid my husband would discover some clue.

"Wife, I miss you so much. That 'husband' you just called me made me hard, and I really want to
... Lanlan, do you want your husband's big cock?"

Wei's voice gradually became lewd, making me blush. "You're so annoying! Don't you have anyone around? How can you say something like that
?"

"Hehe, don't I know what's good for me? Flirting with my wife is best done in a secluded place.
Tell me, wife, it's been so long, do you miss your husband's big cock? Are you lonely at night?"

Wei's words became increasingly ambiguous and explicit, his lewd words like delicate fingers plucking at
the strings of my lonely heart, sending a strange heat through me.

"I... I didn't miss you at all. Unlike you, you're always thinking about that kind of thing." My face flushed, and I
denied it coquettishly. Although I desperately wanted it, I was still too ashamed to answer such a question.
It had been two months since I separated from Wei, and any normal woman would long for intimacy and passion with her husband.

"Wife, you're so heartless! I think about you every single day. Especially at night, just thinking about your
alluring figure makes me incredibly aroused," Wei said pitifully, her tone tinged with bitterness
.

"Hehe, serves you right for being dishonest," I chuckled, a hint of schadenfreude in my voice. Then, as if remembering something, I
questioned, "You haven't been cheating on me, have you?"

"How could I dare!" Wei immediately declared confidently, "Lanlan, you know I love you the most. I've been pursuing
you for three years, of course I have to cherish you."

"You're such a smooth talker!" I teased playfully. Recalling the romantic scene of Wei arranging 999 roses in People's Square
, a sweet feeling welled up in my chest, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on my lips.

"So tell me, how did you resolve it?" It's been two months since Wei left, and I'm still a little worried.

"Hehe, before I left, I secretly took two pairs of your stockings. When I need them, I'll rub them against my chest and
fantasize about my wife's beautiful legs in stockings teasing me. I'll also put one pair on my little brother and fantasize about fucking my wife's
wet little pussy..."

"You...you...humph, you're getting more and more shameless!" I blushed and felt incredibly embarrassed by Wei's words,
but those lewd words touched my heart like a flame, making my body start to heat up, and
an uncontrollable itch surged in my pussy.

"As I put it on, I imagined myself sucking on your stockinged legs, wanting to lick them.
When I wanted you to give me footjobs, I'd use the stockings to clamp my penis between them and move it up and down. When I wanted to fuck your pussy, I'd
put the stockings on my penis and quickly stroke it, fantasizing about my wife's wet, tight pussy stroking my penis..."

"Husband... don't say anymore..."

The lewd words, like an invisible hand, deeply touched my lonely heartstrings, reminding me of
the intimate moments with Wei in bed. The joyful moans, the unrestrained writhing, and my husband's powerful thrusts. Suddenly,
my pussy was unbearably itchy, overflowing with juices, making my voice tremble uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, wife? Do you want it?" Wei's voice was excited, but I was too shy
to answer.

"Is it, wife? Tell me, tell me."

"Mmm..."

Under Wei's repeated questioning, I couldn't help but shyly hum softly, my voice almost inaudible
. Admitting my desires to my husband made my face flush.

"Hehe, my wife misses me too, just like this ordinary man," Wei's voice was smug. He then
said, "Wife, just bear with it for a few more days. I'll finish my business here in a week, and when I get back, I'll properly
comfort my lonely wife."

Wife? I was about to retort, feeling both embarrassed and angry, but Wei's words were amusing, and I chuckled, saying, "Hmph, who
needs your comfort? You comfort yourself."

"Hehe, alright, alright, I won't say anymore. The client should be here soon. My wife, stay home and work hard for a few more days, be a good girl
. Come here, give your husband a kiss."

"You just know how to tease me." I blushed and gave the phone a "kiss," asking in a sweet, shy voice,
"Bad husband, did you hear that?"

"Got it! It's so sweet! My wife's kisses are still so passionate! Be careful at home, take good care
of yourself. I'm hanging up, bye-bye."

Hanging up the phone, I touched my face; it was indeed burning hot, while my lower body felt cool. Looking down, I
saw my vulva glistening with moisture, overflowing with nectar, especially the small wet patch on the sheet, which made me so ashamed I wanted to disappear into
a hole.

"Ugh, you bad man, you made me wet again!" I scolded, blushing, picking up my previous underwear to
wipe myself, then finding a pair of pink, sheer, semi-transparent panties in the drawer and putting them on.

"Hmph, you bad husband, just wait till you get back, I'll get you!"

Venting my slight anger, I took the soaking wet panties and headed to the bathroom, habitually turning on the TV
. I always turn on the TV in the morning unless I'm going to work. Perhaps subconsciously, the noise helps
me avoid feeling lonely.

The woman in the mirror was noble and beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, her eyebrows like distant mountains. Her smooth face was flushed with
a delicate peach-red from her husband's teasing, her crescent-shaped eyes revealing a hint of allure after her climax. Even though I was already thirty-five,
There was no sign of aging; my skin remained delicate, and my breasts were still high and firm. Time, a woman's greatest enemy,
not only showed no hostility but also bestowed upon me maturity and nobility with the passing years.

I turned slightly, and without any deliberate posing, my reflection in the mirror revealed an alluring figure. My slender waist
slid down slowly, tracing two perfect arcs at my pelvis, and my full, plump buttocks rose slightly, leaping vividly in the mirror.

Looking at my alluring, full, snowy buttocks, I suddenly understood why Wei liked to have me kneel on the bed and
enter my body from behind—a round, pert bottom in this position could drive any man wild. Every
time, he would tremble, pant, and ejaculate excitedly in this position.

Ugh, what... what am I thinking? Coming to my senses, I couldn't help but blush, cursing myself for my
lewdness.

"In this world, the most mysterious and incomprehensible thing is not the origin of the Earth, nor
the origin of species, nor even the Big Bang theory, but human dreams."

"Dr. Wenxuan, are you saying that human dreams are the most mysterious and inexplicable?"

"Yes, people begin to dream from the moment they become aware of things. Some dreams are ordinary and unremarkable, some are absurd and bizarre, and some even
transcend the dreamer's conscious realm. Although some scientific experts have offered various explanations, none can
accurately explain why people dream, why they have certain kinds of dreams, or the relationship between dreams and life."

Dreams? Yes, why do I keep having the same obscene dream?

Suddenly, the conversation on the television involuntarily drew my attention. I quickly walked to
the living room and sat on the sofa.

It was an interview program; the host sat on the right side of the camera, and on the left sat a refined
and gentle young man. He looked to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, red lips, and white teeth, wearing a greyish-white
shirt, and possessing a scholarly and cultured appearance. What was most captivating were his eyes—dark, deep, and crystal clear, like
a magical black hole, irresistibly drawing you in.

I glanced at the subtitles: Zhang Wenxuan, PhD in Psychology.

"I never imagined he was Zhang Wenxuan, so young!"

Seeing the subtitles brought a sudden realization to my mind. I'd heard of him before; six months ago he was unknown,
but now he'd suddenly risen to fame, renowned throughout H province, with reports in major newspapers, online media, and television
. He was said to have profound expertise in psychology, his papers
repeatedly published in top international academic journals and magazines, earning him widespread acclaim. After returning to China, he cured many
patients with severe depression, autism, and mental illness using his invented "Mental Communication Therapy," earning him the reputation of a miraculous psychological expert.

"Dr. Wenxuan, how do you understand dreams?" the host asked with a smile, feigning
attentive listening.

Zhang Wenxuan raised an eyebrow, leaned back in his chair, and smiled broadly. He said loudly, "Psychologically
speaking, dreams are considered an extreme form of unintentional imagination that occurs during sleep. They have two basic
characteristics: a high degree of unintentionality and passivity, and the bizarre and grotesque nature of the dream."

The host frowned, looking thoughtful, and asked cooperatively, "Dr. Zhang, how do
you understand this?"

"Firstly, the content of a dream is not subject to human control; that is, one cannot control the direction of the dream. For
example, you had a nightmare yesterday, were terrified, and knelt before Buddha, begging for protection from nightmares
. What if you changed your dream to something like, 'I want to meet a beautiful lady in my dream, have a romantic relationship
, or go on a date.' But…"

Zhang Wenxuan paused intentionally, glanced at the audience, then looked at the host
's focused expression, and after keeping everyone in suspense, said, "You still had a nightmare."

"Hahaha."

At this point, the audience couldn't help but chuckle, amused by Zhang Wenxuan's humorous and witty remarks.
The host also shook his head and chuckled softly.

"That's the unintentional and passive nature of dreams; they're not controlled by one's subjective thoughts."

Zhang Wenxuan smiled gently, then regained his calm and composed demeanor, only to be met with enthusiastic
applause.

"And how do we understand the second point?" the host asked again after the applause.

"The absurdity and bizarre nature of dreams are not difficult to understand. As the text says, you might encounter demons, monsters, or even
deities in your dreams. Or, for example, a loved one has passed away, and you meet them in your dream, perhaps saying something, or perhaps
not. These are all part of the second basic characteristic of dreams: absurdity and bizarreness. Because these things don't actually exist in the world,
anything that doesn't exist in the world appearing in your dream is absurd." Zhang Wenxuan spoke eloquently,
a smile on his face.

"Dr. Zhang, many people say that dreaming of the dead is an ominous sign. Is this true?" At this moment, an
enthusiastic audience member raised their hand and stood up to ask.

Zhang Wenxuan smiled slightly and kindly explained to the audience, "Friends who have had these dreams don't need to be
afraid, nor should they be overly superstitious. Those so-called 'dream interpretations' are all nonsense and have no scientific
basis whatsoever. The common saying 'What you think about during the day, you dream about at night' has also been proven to be nonsense and has no
scientific basis. Even if you dream about it, it's just a coincidence."

"Dreams are passive, not controlled by one's subjective consciousness, and appear randomly. Physiologically,
dreams are believed to be caused by the isolated activity of uninhibited neural tissue in the cerebral cortex under the influence of external stimuli.
Because most of the cortex is under diffuse inhibition, the regulatory role of the second signal system is weakened, thus making dreams
highly unintentional and passive, and also making dreams particularly strange and bizarre." "I don't entirely agree with this; I'm more inclined to believe Freud's explanation. Dreams are the disguised fulfillment of

repressed desires . During sleep, due to the relaxation of censorship, repressed desires from the daytime disguise themselves in various ways, escaping censorship to reach consciousness and seek their own satisfaction. Because of this disguise, compression, symbolism, and dramatization, the relationship between the dream image and the desired fulfillment is completely obscured, making it extremely bizarre and difficult to understand."

"These theories only provide a basic explanation for the origin of dreams; they are not precise or comprehensive, and they still
have many flaws."

By this time, I was completely engrossed, watching Zhang Wenxuan speak calmly and confidently, and I couldn't help but feel a sense
of admiration. But my questions deepened: why do I keep having the same dream, and for such a long time
? What is the reason for all this?

The host nodded with deep emotion, saying, "These are indeed difficult to understand. Humanity only understands
one ten-thousandth of the mysteries of dreams. Many dreams are simply inexplicable, and therefore, 'dreams' have been an
unsolved mystery for all humankind for five thousand years."

Zhang Wenxuan nodded, then frowned and said in a deep voice, "Dreams are bizarre and unpredictable. However, the strangest
and most incomprehensible phenomenon is a very peculiar one."

The host stared at him intently and asked curiously, "What phenomenon?"

"Periodicity!"

"Periodicity?"

"Yes." Zhang Wenxuan thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Some people have a strange periodicity in their dreams
. Not the cycle of dreams, but the repetition of dreams! I once treated a patient who had
the same dream every day for three whole months!"

"What!?"

Hearing this, I was struck dumb, my body jerking up from the sofa, my wide eyes
fixed on Zhang Wenxuan's handsome and charming face. "

So...so there are people in this world like me!"

"Dr. Zhang...you mean someone...someone had the same dream for three whole months?" The host was
stunned by Zhang Wenxuan's words, looking completely astonished.

"Yes." Zhang Wenxuan nodded calmly, his voice deep. "I remember clearly, she was my
eighth patient. When I first saw her, she was very haggard, her face tired and pale, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.
After learning more, I discovered that she had been having the same strange dream for three whole months, and it was this dream that left her mentally
exhausted and disoriented."

"This...why is that?"

The host and the audience were all deeply intrigued by the bizarre question, staring intently at Zhang
Wenxuan, eager to know the answer.

Zhang Wenxuan frowned slightly, then shook his head and said in a deep voice, "To be honest, I don't know either. Dreams are
mysterious and difficult to explain. At the threshold of dreams, I dare not call myself an expert; I am merely a beginner
, because it is too magical, so magical that human theories and knowledge are currently unable to crack this unsolved
mystery of thousands of years."

"Then did you cure her? If someone keeps having the same dream, their mental state will definitely suffer over time."

Hearing the host's question, my heart jumped into my throat, my eyes fixed on Zhang Wenxuan. I didn't want
to have that dream anymore. After a month, I inevitably felt exhausted and weary. I
dared not talk to my husband about this topic because the lewd dream made me ashamed to speak of it. Unable to get anyone to confide in, I began
to become depressed, gloomy, and irritable.

Zhang Wenxuan nodded, his confident smile returning like a warm spring breeze. "Mental barriers
require spiritual communication. Her mental confusion stemmed from being tormented and troubled by persistent, recurring dreams
. What I need to do is build a spiritual bridge, reaching the depths of her soul, to help her
become more cheerful."

"Now that patient has recovered completely, and is no different from a normal person. I'm very fortunate, and I'm also very happy for her recovery
..."

Hearing this, I lost all desire to continue reading. All I could hear were Zhang Wenxuan's words, "She
's recovered!"

My heart trembled inexplicably, a surge of heat rushed to my head, and my hands clenched tightly together. I didn't know
how to describe my feelings; I only knew that my problem could be solved, that I could stop having that
dream, that lewd and addictive dream of lust.

Over the past month, I'd found my body becoming increasingly sensitive, my desires rising higher and higher. Even the smallest stimulation
could ignite my lust, filling me with arousal. I was afraid, afraid that I would become a lewd and shameless woman
!

I couldn't wait any longer! I couldn't wait any longer! Before my husband came back, I couldn't let her find out that I was actually a
lewd woman!

I rushed into the bedroom, searching for my clothes to go out in. A strong urge made me want to
find Zhang Wenxuan and have him help me heal, heal my…

dream!

PS: The revelation has been revealed, the flower of suspense has bloomed. Readers who want to find the answer should continue to follow
the subsequent chapters of "Dream Manipulator". Friends who think it is good, don't forget to click the red heart to support.

Author: Jingyu
2012/07/24 First published on sis001

Chapter 3 Nightmare, Black Datura

There is a flower that is black.

When I first saw it, I was inexplicably attracted to it.

That man said that I was poisoned.

Listening to the lingering rain outside the window, I seemed to hear the poison flowing in my blood.

*** *** *** *** ***

Before going out, I looked at myself in the mirror again.

My long, flowing hair was styled in a high bun, with two glossy strands cascading down my sides, accentuating my long, fair neck. A deep purple
tulle skirt suit, elegant and sophisticated, hugged my shapely figure. The low V-neckline subtly
revealed a deep, firm cleavage. Below my slender waist, the lace hem of the skirt reached just fifteen
centimeters above my thighs. Sheer black stockings paired with seven-centimeter deep blue peep-toe lace-up heels
further enhanced my already long, sexy legs.

The striking color contrast, the diametrically opposed elegance and allure, created a powerful visual impact, making
me appear like a brilliantly blooming purple poppy, exuding the fatal allure of a mature woman.

Looking at my sexy and seductive reflection in the mirror, two delicate blushes crept onto my delicate, fair face, my eyes sparkling
with captivating charm.

Before, I was quite conservative. Blue eight-centimeter heels were too exaggerated, and a short skirt that reached my hips was too
revealing. But in the past month, I've developed a desire to dress like a sexy bombshell.

It's inexplicable.

"Mrs. Liu?"

A deep male voice called out as soon as I opened the door. Looking at him, I saw a man in his thirties,
overweight, with a sleazy appearance and a beer belly. His narrow, triangular eyes were gleaming, brazenly
scanning my entire body.

He was my neighbor, who moved in a month ago. Before that, a kind and gentle elderly
couple lived next door. Strangely, I didn't receive any news when they moved out; it was as if they vanished into thin air.

Out of politeness, I nodded slightly.

Normally, I would smile at the people around me, but with him, I just couldn't bring myself to smile. Now
, what I fear most is running into him on my way to and from work. Every time I see his lustful gaze, it feels like he wants to
devour me whole, leaving me choked and trembling with fear.

"Mrs. Liu, you look beautiful today!" Li Li brazenly scanned my body, his lewd
gaze undisguised. Then, a lewd smile appeared on his face as he chuckled, "I told you,
Mrs. Liu is the most beautiful and sexy in our neighborhood!"

The man's burning gaze seemed to pierce through my clothes, making me feel uneasy. I didn't dare to argue with him and
quickly walked towards the elevator. Watching my retreating figure, a sly glint flashed in Li Li's eyes.

Reaching the entrance of the complex, I looked back and, seeing he hadn't followed, breathed a sigh of relief. This
man, in his thirties, lacked any mature composure; instead, he was frivolous and filthy, which I found utterly repulsive. But
I didn't want to strain the relationship with the neighbors, especially since my husband wasn't home, so I was even more afraid to offend
this person.

Forget it, I decided not to think about it.

Before leaving, I called the mental health center to make an appointment with Zhang Wenxuan. I didn't expect to be able to get an appointment today
; such a renowned expert must have many patients. Fortunately, the staff told me that Zhang
Wenxuan only had one patient today, and they could schedule an appointment for me in the afternoon. I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, thinking that
I might recover soon, and my earlier unpleasantness vanished.

Looking at the gloomy sky, I opened my umbrella and walked lightly towards the street.

*** *** *** *** ***

The sky was gloomy, with a light drizzle.

The room was dim and somewhat chilly. A melodious blues tune drifted softly through the room like a babbling brook
. A man leaned back lazily in the boss's chair, holding a glass of wine in his right hand.

His hand was beautiful.

Tall, fair-skinned, with sharp features, she resembled a woman, yet exuded strength. Her fingers moved,
swirling the wine glass, the red liquid gently swaying, releasing a delicate, fragrant aroma. The man's eyes were slightly closed, his brows
relaxed, seemingly intoxicated by the sweet scent of the wine.

A woman slept on his lap.

She knelt, her head resting on his knees, her arms lightly around his waist, her expression serene, quiet, and sweet,
like a gentle, obedient kitten enjoying the tenderness of his caressing her hair. The room was quiet;
neither spoke, only the soft patter of rain outside the window.

A gentle breeze swept in, and a few raindrops drifted in through the window, landing on the swaying black flower buds.

"Master, autumn is near, the flowers will soon bloom,"

the woman said softly, her sweet, charming voice breaking the silence like ripples on the water
.

In the soft light, the woman's clothes were half-undone, revealing her stunningly beautiful body. Her full, high 36D breasts
were faintly visible through her open shirt, her delicate nipples like winter plum blossoms in the snow, a touch of rosy allure. Her lower
body was completely naked, her exquisite curves tracing a stunning arc along her slender waist, outlining her plump, rounded buttocks.

Black stockings clung tightly to her long, shapely legs, extending upwards along their curves,
revealing two sections of snow-white, full thighs. Four black stocking straps clung to her skin,
connecting to the black lace on either side of her waist. The striking black and white contrast imbued the woman with a provocative and seductive allure.

"A flower?"

The man seemed lost in the tranquil atmosphere, only slowly opening his eyes after a few seconds. Looking at
the black flower buds on the desk, about to bloom, he remained silent for a moment, then gently shook his head. "That's not a flower."

"Not a flower?" The woman looked up, somewhat puzzled. "Then what is it?"

"It's a cage, a cage yet to bloom."

The man's expression was languid, his lips slightly parted as he casually swirled the red wine in his hand. His soft, deep voice
seemed to blend with the gentle rain and breeze outside the window.

The next second, the wine glass tilted, and the red liquid, like vibrant blood, flowed down the woman's snow- white neck.
Her sexy collarbone, high breasts, and flat stomach, like a red virus, slowly spread across her snow-
white skin. Red and white, black and red—three contrasting colors mingled together, making the whole scene both
alluring and eerie.

"Mmm…" the woman moaned, seductive and alluring. The cold liquid flowed, bringing a strange pleasure,
causing her body to tremble involuntarily, like a black flower bud swaying on a table.

"So beautiful..."

Gazing at the alluring, voluptuous body before him, the man murmured in admiration, gently pulling her arm. A soft moan escaped her lips as
the woman collapsed into his lap, her high breasts pressed tightly against his firm chest, their
deep, alluring cleavage revealing a captivating allure.

"Master..."

The woman's face flushed, her eyes misty, as she nestled obediently against him, gazing at him intently,
a burning desire flickering deep within her bright eyes. The man's intense scent and scorching body heat enveloped them, like an invisible cage trapping
her, making her heart race and her body tingle.

"So excited already?" The man looked at her with amusement, a half-smile playing on his lips, his long fingers lightly teasing
her cherry lips, moving back and forth, a silent provocation.

"No...no...um..."

The woman lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze, a hint of shyness flashing across her rosy cheeks. But the next second, that pale
denial transformed into a captivating moan. The man's fingers pinched her nipple, grinding it back and forth,
flicking it up and down, sometimes gently caressing, sometimes forcefully teasing, waves of electric, tingling pleasure washing over her. Her body went limp
, burning hot, her soft nipples erect with excitement, standing proudly atop the snowy peak.

"Still saying no, your nipples are already erect..." The man's index finger gently teased the hard bud, his lips
lightly brushing against the woman's sensitive earlobe, his seductive voice hoarse and full of alluring magnetism.

"No...no...it was Master who was being naughty..." The woman's pretty face flushed crimson, burying her head in the man's chest, her delicate moans
almost inaudible.

"Is that so?" The man chuckled, his fingers pinching her nipple hard.

"Ah..." The woman trembled, involuntarily moaning, "Master..."

The man smiled wickedly, his hand grasping her snow-white, round breasts, kneading them vigorously. "Do you want your master
to play with you..." His hot breath penetrated her ear and into her heart, his deep voice ambiguous and magnetic, like a spell
guiding her desire.

In the dim light, the woman felt her body go weak, her ears itchy, and her sense of touch heightened. Waves
of tingling pleasure spread from her nipples, like tiny electric currents numbing her nerves, bringing a pleasurable comfort, and intoxicating
moans uncontrollably escaped her lips.

"Ah... um... Master... so... so numb... um..."

The woman's face flushed, her starry eyes half-closed, her expression one of pleasure. Watching her proud, snow-white breasts
change into various lewd shapes in the man's hands, the woman felt her heart melting rapidly, the surrounding oxygen thinning
, her body burning and blossoming with the heat of his hands.

"Want more?" Seeing the woman's aroused expression, the man chuckled, seemingly quite pleased with himself. His wet, slippery
tongue gently probed her snow-white ear, licking back and forth.

His seductive voice tormented her sensitive ears, making her body incredibly sensitive, a strange, tingling sensation
stirring her heart, making her restless and weak. The woman passionately wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her breasts high,
moaning impatiently, "Yes... Lan Nu wants more... um... so numb... so comfortable..."

The man held her earlobe in his mouth, exhaling a warm, wet breath, his voice hoarse, "Tell me,
what is Master doing..."

The woman leaned weakly against the man's chest, moaning, "Master... Master is..."

"Say it..." The man grasped her breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"Ah!" The woman cried out softly, her body trembling.

Noticing her reaction, the man's hands became even more frenzied, wantonly ravaging her breasts. Shame and pleasure
intertwined, forming a stimulation even more intense than before, like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The woman breathed heavily, her body burning like a raging fire, the pleasure continuing to rise. She knew she was about to succumb
to the man's manipulation.

"Master... um... Master is playing with... playing with Lan Nu's big breasts..."

The man grinned lewdly, fiddling with her small nipples, and asked, "Do you like being played with by Master?"

"I... I like it..."

The woman blushed, her weak voice almost inaudible. Under the man's command, she dared not meet
his dark eyes. Shame and intense pleasure raged within her, but at the same time, she felt an unparalleled stimulation
—the pleasure of indulging in depravity!

"How lewd, to be able to say such things." The man's lewd smile deepened, gazing at
the woman's shameful yet lustful expression, deriving immense satisfaction from it.

His right hand traced the stockings, caressing the woman's sensitive inner thighs. His nimble fingers, like nimble snakes,
grazed her delicate skin. The soft rustling of the stockings against his fingers was like an aphrodisiac,
stimulating her desire. Soon, her thighs began to tremble and twitch uncontrollably under the man's skillful teasing
. A tingling, itchy pleasure, like an electric shock, fueled her rising lust.

"Master…mmm…so itchy…so itchy…" The woman tilted her head back, her cherry-like lips slightly parted, exhaling
a warm, fragrant breath.

A wicked smile played on the man's lips as his right hand traced patterns on the stockings, swirling and sliding upwards before finally touching her plump,
tender labia, gently kneading her already wet secret garden.

"Ah…ah…no…don't be so rough…oh…"

A powerful current surged through her body with each touch of his fingers, and the woman's head jerked back uncontrollably. Her
lower body was already wet from the man's humiliation and play. His sudden attack sent a surge of intense
pleasure through her sensitive body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

"You little slut, your fingers are soaking wet!" The man pulled out his dripping fingers and held them in front of her eyes, seemingly
to prove something, or perhaps to show off. The shameful, clear fluid glistened lasciviously in the light, spreading
a scent of lust.

This…this is my own…so…so shameful…

Looking at the wetness on her fingers, the woman's eyes misted over, her face flushed, and she closed them in shame, her long
eyelashes trembling slightly with her heavy breathing.

"Come on, taste your own flavor…" The man grinned wickedly, humiliating the woman's shame, and forcefully
inserted his long fingers into her mouth.

"Mmm…" Caught off guard, her fingers slid into her mouth, moving back and forth, an indescribable lascivious taste
spreading through her mouth.

Under the man's gaze, eating his fingers stained with her own juices—how shameful!

The woman felt herself on the verge of collapse, her sensitive body trembling uncontrollably. Despite this, she genuinely
felt an intense pleasure. Not physical intoxication, not psychological ecstasy, but a mental
stimulation. She derived intense mental pleasure from the man's verbal abuse! Under

the man's burning gaze, she obediently licked her fingers, which were covered in her own lustful juices, wanton and shameless.
As if sucking on the man's thick penis, her lips gripped tightly, her tongue nimbly swirling and swirling, greedily
and thirstily savoring the decadent taste of her own nectar.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, her shame slowly dissipated, and she let go of everything, indulging in depraved lust.
Her body and soul no longer belonged to her; she only wanted rebirth through depravity!

"How does it taste?" Looking at the woman's wanton appearance, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Good...so good..."

"Sizzle, sizzle," lascivious sounds escaped from between her fingers and lips, like a seductive aphrodisiac. The woman's
eyes were slightly closed, her eyebrows relaxed, her face filled with pleasure as she sucked passionately, occasionally letting out ecstatic moans. Her
movements became more intense, her expression more and more wanton, even extending her tongue to
lick and roll along her fingers.

The woman's intoxicated expression, listening to her wanton moans, this scene was so lewd, a sense of conquest
raging within the man. He roughly shoved his fingers into her mouth, thrusting them in and out, as if his own large
penis were ravaging the woman's noble red lips!

"Mmm...uh..."

Once the decadent pleasure spreads, it's unstoppable; once the seeds of darkness sprout, they are irresistible. Looking at
the fingers before her, a strong emptiness welled up in the woman's mouth; the slender fingers couldn't possibly fill it. She
longed for the thick, burning penis, for the intense, alluring masculine scent emanating from the man's crotch, craving
the feeling of it roughly filling her mouth.

The feeling was so intense!

"Master...Lan Nu wants...um...want to eat Master's penis..."

The seductive moans, the alluring, lewd expression, the wanton demands that ignited her bestial desires—everything was
driving her wild and mad. The man felt his heart pounding, like ignited gasoline; an uncontrollable,
powerful desire surged from his lower abdomen, his enormous penis roaring angrily and restlessly in his trousers.

He imagined this woman kneeling on the ground, a look of ecstasy on her face as she sucked his large penis. A pink
tongue, pink lips, and wanton movements…

“Master… um… Lan Nu wants… um… wants to eat Master’s big cock…” Seeing that the man didn’t answer, the woman
pleaded again, her once clear and bright eyes now filled with intense desire. Her pink tongue
licked her lips in an ambiguous and lewd manner, her appearance extremely wanton.

The man raised an eyebrow, a playful look flashing in his eyes, and chuckled wickedly, “Lan Nu is really wanton,
making such a shameless request in broad daylight. Master will feel embarrassed…”

“Master… this servant will make Master feel very, very good… really…” The woman looked at the man wantonly, twisting
her snake-like body, wantonly craving, fearing that the man would not give her his thick, hard cock.

At this moment, she had become a servant of desire.

"Hehe, you're getting more and more lewd, thinking about eating your master's cock in broad daylight." The man revealed a
charming smile, then forcefully commanded, "Aren't you going to kneel on the ground obediently?"

The woman cheered, obediently lowering her body, kneeling on all fours in a humiliating position between the man
's legs. Her hands skillfully unzipped the man's pants, and when his large penis appeared before her eyes through his underwear
, her breathing noticeably quickened.

The man's penis was fully erect, tightly bound inside his underwear, like a thick dragon
trapped in a cage, forcefully and domineeringly erect, creating a large tent in his underwear.

"Mmm..."

The woman's eyes were glazed, as if she had seen a beloved toy, and she cried out softly as she pounced on him, lovingly
rubbing her fair cheek against him. The scorching heat made her face flush, the rich masculine scent filling her nostrils, the erotic
aroma making her close her eyes in ecstasy, murmuring as if in a dream, "Mmm... Master's is so big... so thick... such a strong
smell..."

The woman's expression, so lasciviously focused on his genitals, filled him with a tremendous sense of accomplishment,
greatly satisfying both his mind and body.

"You lowly servant, do you like Master's big cock?" The man gently stroked her hair, slightly thrusting his
lower body, rubbing against the woman's beautiful face that countless men desired.

"I like it... mmm... Master's is so hot... so hot..." The woman's expression was intoxicated, her face tilted up, gazing at the man with a dazed look
, her small mouth passionately kissing him through his panties, her soft pink tongue gently licking the thick mark, wet streaks blooming like erotic flowers on his panties. Soon his panties were completely soaked, the bulging veins on his penis
faintly visible . 　　"Mmm..." The man trembled slightly, letting out a pleasurable groan. His penis throbbed uncontrollably under the woman's loving care, seemingly trying to break free of the confines of his underwear. 　　"Take it off, with your mouth!" The man sat in the boss's chair, looking down at the woman, his gentle words filled with undeniable certainty. 　　The woman gazed at him tenderly, her eyes burning with lust. Obediently, she opened her small mouth and bit the top of his underwear , slowly pulling it down. Once the underwear was loose, she then bit the waistband and pulled it down as well. The whole movement was practiced and lewd. In just half a minute, the man's underwear was down to his thighs. 　　Under the man's gaze, she had shamelessly used her mouth to remove his underwear! 　　The woman's heart was pounding, her breath coming in rapid gasps. A strong sense of shame surged through her again, but in an instant, it transformed into fuel for her burning desire, because her eyes were already drawn to the man's penis. 　　The penis was thick and long, a full eighteen centimeters. Its large, pinkish-glossy glans, like a baby's fist, had a single, glistening droplet of moisture clinging to its open urethral opening. Deep ridges ran along the edge of the glans. The thick, veiny shaft bulged, firm and powerful, looking particularly menacing. 　　Gazing at this enormous penis that had brought her to submission, the woman squinted her hazy eyes, lovingly caressing it with her hands. Then she rubbed it against her fair face, her lips uttering soft moans, as if the penis were a priceless treasure. 　　"Mmm… Master's big penis… so good…" 　　The woman's cheeks flushed, her eyes half-closed, gazing seductively at the man, rubbing her face against his and kissing him. The penis trembled slightly upon contact with her delicate skin, and a glistening tear dripped from its urethral opening, leaving a trail of lustful moisture on her rubbing face, gleaming alluringly in the light. 　　"So thick...so big..." 　　Feeling the firmness and heat of the penis, smelling the rich scent of the man's genitals, and thinking about how this penis had once made her...

Having reached countless ecstatic climaxes, the woman felt a surge of pleasure, her body went limp, and her trembling vulva gushed with lustful fluids
. Her tongue licked and kissed it with adoration, then she opened her mouth, eager to take his penis in and caress

it tenderly. Noticing her intention, a hint of mockery flashed in the man's eyes. He moved his penis aside, whispering
, "You lowly servant, did your master give you permission to suck my penis?" His deep voice remained gentle, but now carried a hint of
displeasure at the woman's presumptuousness.

"Master…I'm sorry…I'm sorry…" the woman looked at him pitifully, like a child who had done something wrong,
rubbing her face against his penis in a pleading manner.

A burning flame flickered deep within the man's wicked gaze as he rubbed his thick penis against the woman's beautiful
face, the smooth, delicate touch stimulating his raging desire.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound rang out as his eighteen-centimeter-long penis slapped against her fair face, leaving a lustful red mark.

"Mmm..." The woman's face trembled, letting out a beautiful, ecstatic moan. Her large breasts
heaved violently with her rapid breathing.

"Do you like this punishment?" The man looked at her with a wicked smile, his penis slapping her face again.
The loud, lewd sound made his penis grow even larger, a crystal tear welling up from the purplish-red glans and
dripping onto her snow-white, exquisite face.

"I like it... mmm... as long as it's Master... this servant... likes it all... oh..." The woman obediently tilted her head back,
her hazy eyes shimmering with alluring moisture, her fair cheeks flushed a vibrant red, her pink lips parting slightly as she exhaled
a fragrant breath, her expression intoxicated as she gazed at the man's rugged face.

"Good girl, Master will pamper you well later." The man pressed her head down, his penis gently
rubbing against her smooth face. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly with a radiant smile, his gentle voice like
a lover's whisper, filling the woman with a sweet, intoxicating feeling.

Master loves me…

"Mmm… This servant wants Master's love…"

The woman looked at him adoringly, tilting her face up to receive the friction of his penis. Her forehead, eyebrows, nose, eyes,
mouth, and cheeks were all marked with burning marks, and wet marks appeared as tears dripped from his glans
.

The man watched the lewd scene before him with excitement, his heart pounding faster. He roughly rubbed his penis against her beautiful
face, as if painting on a canvas. The hissing sounds of friction and the woman's ecstatic moans
echoed back and forth, making the man increasingly excited, and his penis rubbed faster and faster.

"Smack!"

"Mmm..."

The man, excited, gripped his penis and slapped it hard against the woman's beautiful, lustful face again. The woman let out a wanton
moan, responding to the man's excited panting. The man became even more frenzied, his thick penis slapping
her face again and again, the sounds of "smack smack smack" and the woman's moans rising and falling in waves.

"Ah... Master... Master... Mmm..."

The pleasure of humiliation surged through her body, the burning heat of the penis making her heart race, her shameful desires
breaking free from their cage under the slapping of the penis. The woman became more and more excited, closing her eyes to endure the humiliation of the penis, her small
mouth moaning incessantly.

"Take it in!"

The penis grew harder and harder, throbbing painfully, the man breathing heavily, gripping his penis and
forcefully thrusting it into her slightly open, pink mouth.

"Oh!" The penis sank into a tight, hot, wet opening. The man tilted his head back, slowly closed his eyes, and
let out a pleasurable groan.

"Mmm...uh..."

The woman had finally gotten her penis, as if she had found a treasure. Her small mouth tightly held the glans, her head moving back and forth,
her tongue swirling around the thick shaft as it penetrated deeper, until the glans was fully inside, reaching her throat
. After a while, the woman released the glans and extended her tongue, carefully licking along the thick shaft. When she moved
to the glans, her red, tender, wet tongue swirled and stirred like a nimble little snake.

The man closed his eyes in pleasure, his hands pressing down on the woman's head. A few minutes later, the woman pressed the entire penis
against the man's lower abdomen, her red lips licking inch by inch against the testicles and shaft. After licking every part
two or three times, she opened her small mouth and took the penis in, passionately and intoxicatedly stroking the thick penis, making
lewd sucking sounds.

"Master...is it comfortable..." The woman released the penis, her lips curving into a smile, looking at him with a charming and expectant gaze, seemingly
waiting for her master's praise.

"Hmm...Lan Nu is getting better and better...licking so well...oh...so comfortable...keep...keep eating..." The man lovingly
stroked her hair, moaning with pleasure, the delicate, tingling sensations constantly assaulting him with the movement of her tongue
, bringing him unparalleled pleasure.

The woman smiled charmingly, opened her red lips and took the penis into her mouth again, her tongue licking back and forth, her head constantly changing
angles, stimulating the nerves on the man's penis from various angles. Her tongue swirled around the urethral opening, then
rolled around the glans, then swept across the sensitive bud below it. Her right hand wasn't idle either, gently
stroking his testicles. This series of actions made him groan incessantly, experiencing intense pleasure.

"Oh...so good...you little slut...your tongue is so...so nimble...mmm...it feels so good...again...take it tighter
...yes...right here...sweep your tongue a few more times...oh...so good..."

The man closed his eyes in ecstasy. The woman's nimble tongue and tight, moist mouth brought waves of tingling pleasure,
making every pore on his body seem to open in excitement.

Receiving her master's praise, the woman licked even more vigorously. Her tongue swept intensely, and
her small mouth, manipulating his penis, became faster and faster, swallowing and spitting out fluidly, with a steady rhythm, occasionally rotating her head to change angles,
expanding the stimulation area of his penis.

"Ah...so good...mmm..." Watching his thick, hard penis slide in and out of her pink, tender mouth, the man
felt immense satisfaction, both psychologically and physically. He reached up and lifted her chin, excitedly asking, "Little slut...
does Master's penis taste good...?"

"Delicious...Master's penis is so big...so thick...this servant wants to eat it every day...let Master's semen shoot onto this servant..."
"On her face..." The woman spat out the penis, her beautiful eyes glazed over, her fair face rubbing back and forth against the saliva-covered penis,
moaning seductively.

The woman's alluring expression appeared exceptionally lewd, and coupled with her extremely obscene words, the man felt a fire
burning fiercely in his chest, his urge to release erupting uncontrollably.

"You little slut, you just need your master's big cock to fuck you!"

the man growled, pressing her head down, his penis roughly forcing into her mouth, his hips thrusting continuously,
treating her mouth like a vagina, the "sizzling" sounds of thrusting echoing rapidly and endlessly.

"Mmm...mmm...uh..."

Master, fuck me...fuck my little slutty mouth...my mouth is for you to fuck...

The man's penis is too big, my little mouth can't fit it all in. Every time it enters, it hits my throat
, causing a gag, but she still looks at him seductively, making an expression of enjoyment. Her little mouth is trying to contract, her cheeks
are sunken, her eyes are glazed, and her tongue moves nimbly with the glans, giving the man even more stimulating pleasure
.

"Oh...so tight...ah...good...so good...oh...tongue, a little more intense...suck it tight...suck it tight..."

The wet, soft flesh tightly wraps around the penis, and the nimble tongue moves the glans with each thrust
. The double stimulation of numbness and thrusting intertwines, going straight to the bone. The man's face is flushed, he is panting heavily, one hand is pressing down on the woman's
head, and the other hand is roughly grabbing and kneading her plump breasts, his penis fiercely violating her pink slutty mouth. His testicles
slapped her chin violently with each thrust, making rapid, slapping sounds. The woman's moans,
the "sizzling" sounds of the thrusting, and the thud of his testicles echoed incessantly, sounding exceptionally lewd.

"You slut...suck it tight...I'm...I'm coming!"

Over a thousand intense thrusts finally brought him to the point of ejaculation. The man let out a low growl,
and waves of pleasure washed over his penis, the frenzied ecstasy surging higher and higher. A sudden, tingling, restless sensation in his lower abdomen
caused his muscles to tense.

"Mmm...mmm...uh..." Sensing the changes in the man's body, the woman obediently tightened her red lips, her cheeks
sinking deeply, her tongue rapidly swirling, constantly sweeping across the rapidly moving glans and urethral opening. The

sudden tightening of her lips intensified the pleasure of his thrusts, an uncontrollable, tingling sensation quickly
spreading through her. The man tensed instantly, his muscles contracting sharply, his hard penis swelling even more,
his burgeoning desire finally reaching its peak with each fierce thrust.

"Ugh!" A low, beast-like growl escaped his lips as he quickly withdrew his thick cock, his right hand gripping
her large breasts tightly.

The woman tilted her head back, her face flushed with excitement, her eyes fixed on the rosy glans, yearning for
the moment when hot semen would spurt from its tip.

"Ah!"

With a muffled groan, the thick penis throbbed violently, a powerful jet of liquid slapping against the woman
's fair, delicate face. Then, streams of milky white fluid gushed out, splashing irregularly like a fountain
. Her face, eyebrows, nose, lips, and hair were all stained with milky white semen, a scene of utter debauchery
. In an instant, the dimly lit room was filled with the strong, pungent smell of semen.

"Mmm... Master... Master..."

The woman's eyes were tightly closed, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. The man's powerful ejaculation gave her soul and body
a strong sense of conquering pleasure, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed uncontrollably from the depths of her vagina. She had orgasmed

! She had achieved orgasm

under humiliation!

**************** ... ********** ... 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　"It's like this, the patient before you has left. Dr. Zhang Wenxuan is waiting for you in the treatment room," the young nurse said politely, then added with concern, "Ms. Liu, you don't look well. You should get more rest." 　　"I...I understand, thank...thank you," I said somewhat awkwardly, my heart churning. In this break room, I...I had another erotic dream! 　　But this dream was different from the previous ones. I wasn't a bystander anymore; I was a participant. I, in my depravity, craved the play and humiliation of men, and instead of feeling disgusted, I was intoxicated by it. 　　Why? Why was this happening? 　　Thinking of myself shamelessly sucking a man's penis, yearning for its slaps across my face, enduring the spray of hot, fishy-smelling semen, my heart trembled uncontrollably. A deep sense of fear surged through me, making me feel as if I were in an ice cellar! 　　Liu Yunlan, Liu Yunlan, don't be afraid, Zhang Wenxuan will help you. You'll get better, everything will be alright ! 　　Keep going! 　　Looking at my pale face in the mirror, I kept encouraging myself, trying to calm my turbulent emotions.

I composed myself, then flashed a confident smile at myself in the mirror and calmly walked out of the bathroom.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The dark red wooden door drew closer, and my heart, which had just calmed, began to race again. Standing
before the heavy wooden door, I took a deep breath and gently knocked three times.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Come in."

Soon, a male voice came from the inner room. The voice was distinctive—soft, deep, and magnetic—
more real than any on television.

I straightened my clothes and opened the door with a nervous heart.

The room was spacious and bright, with clean, tidy, earth-toned wooden floors. A row of wooden bookshelves stood against the left wall,
their compartments densely packed with books. A pristine white leather sofa sat against the right wall, and purple curtains paired
with a dark red desk added a touch of color to the otherwise monochromatic room. From a distance, the entire room appeared orderly and
well-organized, simple yet substantial, exuding an elegant, tranquil, and comfortable atmosphere.

Looking at the room's furnishings, I already felt a slight liking for Zhang Wenxuan—he was a meticulous and cultured
man.

Seemingly oblivious to my presence, Zhang Wenxuan remained seated at his desk, intently focused on something.
Not daring to disturb him, I silently stood to the side, observing him.

His short, layered hair, with a few strands of dark bangs falling across his forehead, subtly obscured his narrow eyes.
His strong, straight nose and rosy lips, from this angle, appeared as a mesmerizing slit. His long, slender
fingers gripped a black fountain pen, leaving strong, defined characters on the white notebook.

It has been said that a man's meticulousness at work is second only to a woman's nakedness in its allure. At this
moment, he sat upright, his brow slightly furrowed, his expression focused, radiating the mature charm of a man at work,
captivating me completely.

"You are… Miss Liu?"

After what seemed like an eternity, Zhang Wenxuan put down the documents in his hand, looked up, and asked with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"Ah? I...I am..." Looking into his dark, deep eyes, I realized I had been lost in thought. A
blush crept over me, and I quickly explained, "I...I just saw you were busy, I didn't mean to...no, I did
n't want to disturb you...no...I was afraid of disturbing you..."

Good heavens, what am I saying!

Instantly, I felt my face burning red, feeling extremely embarrassed and annoyed by my incoherent words.

"Hehe, it's alright." Zhang Wenxuan gave a refined smile, whether he was laughing at me or
just being polite, I don't know. As he organized the documents in his hands, he said, "After each patient's treatment, I complete
the day's medical records so that I can accurately guide the next stage of treatment."

"I've kept you waiting for so long, I'm the one who should be apologizing." Zhang Wenxuan placed the documents on the corner of the table,
his eyes earnest and slightly apologetic.

"No, it's me, it's me who disturbed you." Feeling his sincerity, my
apology inexplicably intensified, even though I hadn't disturbed him and there was no need to apologize.

Zhang Wenxuan paused slightly, somewhat taken aback, seemingly not expecting me to be so serious.

"Alright, alright, let's not argue anymore. You disturbed me, and I've kept you waiting for so long. We're even
, no one owes anyone anything." Zhang Wenxuan smiled gently, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, his smile elegant and charming
.

Infected by his relaxed words, I also smiled, my mood unusually relaxed, and joked,
"I feel like we're two children, arguing and yielding over something trivial, it's completely unreasonable
."

Zhang Wenxuan raised an eyebrow and laughed heartily, "I thought you didn't know." After saying this,
we looked at each other and laughed again, the awkward atmosphere instantly becoming relaxed and cheerful.

Zhang Wenxuan seemed to only then notice me, and began to look me up and down. I could feel his gaze
shift from my beautiful face to my lower body—my high, firm breasts, slender waist, and long, alluring legs.
I couldn't help but feel nervous, and shyly lowered my eyes, unable to meet his burning gaze.

Normally, I could calmly face the stares of strangers; I knew my shapely body had
a fatal attraction for men. But now, facing his clear gaze, I was so nervous and at a loss for words, my small hands
clasped haphazardly behind my back.

"Miss Liu, I'm so sorry, please have a seat." A few seconds later, Zhang Wenxuan stood up, pointed to
the chair opposite him, and a bright glint flashed in his dark eyes.

"No, it's alright." Hearing this, I felt as if I had been granted a reprieve, let out a long sigh, and politely nodded
as I sat down.

"Miss Liu, you are very beautiful and charming." Zhang Wenxuan looked at me with a gentle smile, his long, narrow eyes dark and
captivating.

"Is...is that so?" The man's sudden praise startled me slightly, and a blush crept onto my cheeks
. I smiled shyly and whispered, "Thank you."

Facing his clear, undisguised gaze, devoid of any lust, I should have appreciated it, but
a faint sense of loss lingered in my heart. Lost because the man showed no desire for me—was I not sexy enough, or not beautiful enough?

Thinking this, I couldn't help but be surprised by my own strange thoughts—Liu Yunlan, how did you become so wanton
!

"Let me guess what's on your mind..."

"Wh...what do you mean?" I was slightly taken aback, somewhat confused. Was this some kind of special working method of his
?

Zhang Wenxuan seemed oblivious to my unease, his gaze fixed intently on my eyes. After a long pause, he slowly
said, "You must...you must feel somewhat repressed, somewhat lonely. You probably have few friends. Your busy
work has made you neglect your emotions, and heavy burdens weigh on your heart, leaving you without an outlet for expression or release
."

The man's initially disjointed words gradually became fluent, his slow pace revealing the wisdom in every word, transforming my initial shyness into
surprise and astonishment.

"The long-term repression has built up, causing your desires to remain unfulfilled. You've gradually become more silent and reserved..."
Her gentle personality gradually became irritable. Zhang Wenxuan ignored my reaction and continued his eloquent speech, each
word like a bullet striking my heart.

I was stunned, staring at him in disbelief. I used to be a cheerful
woman, gentle and virtuous, delicate and affectionate, but my husband's frequent business trips had gradually made me taciturn. A strange sense of
rejection had distanced me from my former best friends, and I often felt lonely, deeply alone…

"You…how did you know?" I took a deep breath, looking at him in disbelief.

"Your eyes," Zhang Wenxuan uttered softly.

"Eyes?"

"Yes."

Zhang Wenxuan nodded, saying softly, "The eyes are the windows to the soul. This isn't just a literary saying
; it applies to psychology as well. Especially for women, they are sensitive and suspicious, delicate and easily hurt,
and more likely to convey accurate information. From your eyes, I read the words of loneliness."

The man's voice was soft and gentle, as if reciting a melancholy poem, drawing me in without my realizing it.

"You're amazing; you saw right through me before I even spoke," I murmured, blushing.
To be able to read a person's inner secrets from their eyes—such a person only exists on television.

"Miss Liu, you flatter me." Zhang Wenxuan changed his tone. "The eyes can indeed glean a lot, but
you also need to observe her movements, clothing, expressions, and tone of voice." "

Your furrowed brow indicates that something is troubling you, something you can't let go of. Although I initially tried
to lighten the mood with humor, it only relaxed your brow for a minute or two. Your
soft-spoken tone suggests you are a sensitive and gentle woman."

"When I looked at you, you seemed slightly nervous. As a mature woman in her thirties, you should be
used to the gaze of strangers, yet you seemed somewhat flustered. If I'm not mistaken, your hands were probably
clasped together behind your back. These are all reactions to your inner sensitivity."

"And your attire is sexy and alluring—a tight purple mini-skirt, black stockings, and dark blue eight-centimeter high
heels. The contrasting colors are exaggerated and wild, telling of your inner loneliness. You crave attention and
a man's care. This isn't promiscuity, nor is it repressed lust; it's a subconscious, voluntary act to
release that repression. I'm certain you would never have dressed like this before."

In just two minutes, Zhang Wenxuan, like a fortune teller, rambled on with mysterious prophecies,
his expression calm, his tone firm, radiating the confidence and charm of a mature man, as if his words were absolute
truth.

I was speechless, just staring blankly at him. Then, my heart began to pound.
The secrets hidden in my heart had been completely exposed, especially the most private desires of a woman being known by a man.
My cheeks instantly burned, and a shy feeling spread through my heart.

After a long while, I finally looked up and saw Zhang Wenxuan staring blankly at my shy and charming face. A
strange mix of shyness and joy welled up inside me, making my rosy cheeks appear even more alluring.

"Dr. Zhang..." I murmured softly, my voice trembling with a captivating quality. My eyelids, which had just lifted, drooped again,
my long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Excuse me, but melancholic women seem particularly attractive," Zhang Wenxuan said with a faint smile, concealing his
embarrassment.

What... what did he mean by that? A melancholic woman? Was it me? Or was he teasing me?

In an instant, these ambiguous thoughts flooded my mind, and my heart trembled inexplicably. I bravely opened
my eyes and gazed deeply at this man.

His eyes were dark and deep, like a magical black hole, irresistibly drawing one in. His thin, rosy
lips were slightly closed, revealing soft, sensual lines, especially their moist sheen, which aroused
a desire to kiss them. The book said that men with this type of mouth are gentle and affectionate, with soft, moist lips. Women who
kiss such men experience an electric-like pleasure, a blissful, indescribable sensation.

"Miss Liu?"

Just as I was lost in thought, Zhang Wenxuan called out in surprise. Looking into his captivating eyes, I
realized I was staring at him intently. A blush crept over me, making my heart pound and my breath catch in my throat.

Liu Yunlan, what's wrong with you?! Why do you always think about such lewd things?

I turned my head away shyly, unable to meet his gaze, ashamed of the lewd thoughts in my heart. Just
then, a vibrant black color quietly caught my eye, like a fairy suddenly appearing, a fleeting glimpse that captivated
my soul.

It was a pot of flowers, a pot of black flowers.

I was amazed by its color, and mesmerized by it; I had never seen such enchanting black
flowers. It stood gracefully in the bonsai on the windowsill, its vibrant black petals slightly open, budding and ready to bloom.
Raindrops sprinkled down, nourishing the delicate petals, making them appear even more tender. A gentle breeze stirred, and the buds
swayed gracefully, like a beautiful maiden in flowing red robes, dancing elegantly.

I was mesmerized, gazing at it intently, captivated by its allure. The black petals, the swaying buds,
so alluring and enchanting, held my gaze captive, completely lost in its magic.

"It's a black datura, blooming from March to October," Zhang Wenxuan said softly, his gaze fixed
on it with rapt attention. "Just like you, so delicate and captivating."

His gentle voice, soft as water and mist, seemed to blend with the gentle drizzle outside the window. Suddenly, the room fell silent
, broken only by the patter of raindrops, creating a tranquil yet eerie atmosphere.

I nodded blankly, my expression wooden. After a long while, I murmured, "I know, its most beautiful bloom
is in late summer."

"It's about to bloom." My lips parted slightly, and I uttered a few words in a daze.

"Beautiful and alluring flowers are usually poisonous."

"But I like them."

"You're poisoned." Zhang Wenxuan's expression was calm, his gaze serene, the black buds swaying in the wind.

"Poisoned?" I stared blankly for a moment, seemingly thinking, yet also puzzled. Listening to the lingering sounds outside the window...
The sound of rain made me feel as if I could hear poison flowing through my blood. 　　" Drip

." A drop 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　of water

splashed on the windowsill, shattering into pieces 　　.

**************** ... On the damp street , pedestrians hurried by, coming and going, finally disappearing into the misty drizzle like ships on a distant voyage. Looking at the gray scene before me, I felt a deep loneliness. 　　I forgot how I left Zhang Wenxuan's office; my memory was hazy and unclear. In my daze, I felt he said many things to me, but I couldn't recall them no matter how hard I tried. I only remembered that flower, that black bud, like a transplanted memory, deeply imprinted in my mind, alluring and captivating. 　　Perhaps, it was all just a dream. 　　Stepping out of the elevator, I dragged my weary body home. The long, narrow corridor was silent, the crisp, rhythmic sound of high heels striking the floor, "thump, thump, thump," pleasing to the ear in the quiet corridor. 　　"Hehe, Mrs. Liu, what a coincidence!" 　　Just as I was about to open the door, a frivolous and lewd voice sounded behind me. I jumped in fright and quickly turned around . There stood Li Li, silently and stealthily behind me, his lecherous triangular eyes greedily and hungrily staring at my body. 　　"You…what are you doing here?" I stabbed myself, instinctively taking a step back. 　　"Mrs. Liu, you're so forgetful. I'm your neighbor." Li Li chuckled, raising an eyebrow, his burning gaze fixed on the exposed half of my white breasts. 　　"When I heard the beautiful sound of high heels in the hallway, I knew our beautiful Mrs. Liu had returned. Only you in the whole neighborhood can make the sound of high heels so melodious." With that, Li Li took a step forward, tilting his head slightly, his lecherous gaze looking down at my tight, deep cleavage. 　　"You…what are you going to do?" I covered my chest with my hands, looking at him warily, my usually calm heart pounding with fear . 　　"Oh, Mrs. Liu, don't get agitated." Li Li waved his hand, explaining with an awkward smile, his fleshy face contorted in a grimace. "I just wanted to ask if Mrs. Liu is free. I'd like to invite you for a cup of coffee and have a chat about life's ideals." 　　Looking at his fleshy face, I suppressed my nausea, glared at him fiercely, and said coldly, "I'm not free. Please move aside, I need to rest!" I couldn't be polite to this kind of person, or he would take advantage of me. 　　"Oh, Mrs. Liu, don't be so unfriendly." Li Li took another step forward, chuckling, "Isn't it normal for neighbors to have a casual meal and a cup of coffee? Are you really not going to give me face?" 　　As the man approached, a strong sense of oppression washed over me. At that moment, I felt like I was facing a hungry wolf; my heart was pounding, and a strong sense of unease made me tremble uncontrollably. 　　I tried to suppress my unease and forced myself to remain calm. "Mr. Li, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered I have some things to attend to, so I'll have to go now." I didn't dare open the door, nor did I dare linger. I pushed him away and fled into the corridor. 　　"Mrs. Liu, don't go!" Seeing me about to leave, Li Li took a large step, accurately grabbing my arm and blocking my way. 　　A wave of male stench hit me, making my fastidious nature nauseous. I glared at him with my almond-shaped eyes, my face cold, and snapped, "What are you doing? Let go!" 　　"Mrs. Liu, hehe." Li Li still had that roguish look on his face, his eyes fixed on my exposed chest. "I really just wanted to invite you for coffee, nothing more." 　　"I said I'm busy, let go now!" My brows furrowed. This ugly man truly disgusted me. 　　"No time?" Li Li narrowed his eyes slightly, looking me up and down, and lewdly said, "Mrs. Liu, dressed so sexily, are you going to meet your lover? Oh right, didn't you just get back? Why are you leaving again? Could it be... hehe... could it be that Mrs. Liu hasn't been satisfied yet and is going to have a second round?" 　　"You... what nonsense are you talking about!?" The man's vulgar and lewd words enraged me. I raised my head and angrily shouted, "Let go, let go!" I struggled violently, but his hands were like vises, tightly gripping my arms, making it impossible for me to break free. 　　"Let go, you filthy scoundrel, let go!" 　　I shouted, grabbing my handbag and hitting him wildly. A wicked smile appeared on Li Li's lips, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes, and he suddenly released his grip. 　　"Ah!" The force suddenly disappeared, and I, who had exerted too much force, staggered backward. After a few steps, I could no longer maintain my balance and cried out as I fell to the ground. 　　Just as I was panicking, a strong force grabbed my arm. Immediately afterward, my body was held in a man's strong arms like a light pillow. 　　"Mrs. Liu, how could you be so careless? I'd be heartbroken if you hurt yourself." Li Li looked at me with concern, his eyes full of smiles. 　　"You...you..." Hearing his sarcastic tone, I trembled with anger, clenching my fists and pounding my chest, cursing, "Shameless! Rogue!" 　　Li Li didn't care at all, smiling and saying, "Mrs. Liu is really a little wildcat, but I like it! Haha , come on, let me smell if you smell good." Saying that, he leaned closer and took a deep sniff at my neck, then...

He then praised with a look of ecstasy, "Mrs. Liu's body smells so good, it's made me hard, can you feel it?"

Li Li shamelessly thrust his lower body forward, rubbing it back and forth against my body.

"Ah!"

Feeling the hot hardness, I blushed with shame and opened my mouth to curse angrily, "You scoundrel! You filthy rogue!

Let go! I'm going to call for help, I really am going to call for help!"

Li Li narrowed his eyes slightly, leering with smug confidence, "Go ahead and call, I love hearing women moan,
the louder you moan, the more excited I get! Hahaha!"

Looking at his shameless face, I felt both ashamed and angry. At the same time, a sense of fear washed over me, making me increasingly uneasy.

He had completely seen through me. I dared not scream; I was afraid of being seen, afraid of being found out by my beloved husband
, afraid I couldn't continue living here, afraid of living my whole life under the strange gaze of others. At this moment, I
felt the sorrow of being a woman, and I could only twist and struggle.

"Mrs. Liu, you have such a slender waist, oh...it feels so good..."

The intense struggle caused our bodies to rub against each other violently. My full, soft breasts kept touching
the man's chest, and my lower abdomen kept rubbing against his ugly penis. Li Li held me tightly, his eyes slightly
closed, a look of pleasure on his face. His penis, stimulated by me, seemed even larger.

I realized then that my struggles were not only useless, but only excited the man more. A strong
sense of helplessness welled up inside me, filling me with sorrow and resentment. I felt like a lost child, unable to find my
way home. I was about to cry, tears of grievance welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

Husband, where are you...?

"Mrs. Liu, why do you look like you're about to cry? It really breaks my heart, haha." Looking at my sorrowful and helpless
face, Li Li became even more arrogant, his hands haphazardly caressing my voluptuous body, my smooth back, my soft
waist, and finally slowly moving downwards.

"No!"

Sensing his intention, I jolted awake, struggling violently, but I couldn't break free from his grasp.

His hands had already passed over my waist; my delicate buttocks were about to be possessed by a man other than my husband!

Panic, shame, and anger filled me, yet I was helpless.

The next second, those ugly, large hands pressed against my full, round buttocks, like a ravenous wolf,
kneading and ravaging them forcefully. His burning palms made my body tremble, goosebumps rising all over. I
could feel my buttocks changing shape lasciviously in the man's hands.

"No…no…let me go…"

"Haha, Mrs. Liu, your buttocks are really big! So soft and smooth, it feels so good to touch!" Li Li,
his expression intoxicated, breathed excitedly, his large hands kneading my buttocks haphazardly, stroking and rubbing them,
fully enjoying their softness and elasticity.

"Husband...open the door and save me...save me..." I screamed in panic, pounding on the door. At that moment
, I had no other choice. I only hoped for a miracle, hoped Li Li was an idiot and could scare this
lustful man away.

But I was wrong. Li Li grabbed my hands and pinned them against the wall, a lewd
smile spreading across his face. "Mrs. Liu, don't scare me anymore. Your bastard husband is away on a business trip and hasn't come back yet.
I knew all along."

So...he knew all along...

My eyes widened, staring blankly at him, my face instantly turning pale. My last hope had shattered before my eyes—
how cruel! I could even hear my heart breaking.

"How is it? Feeling desperate?" Li Li moved closer to my face, his lewd smile deepening
, his smug expression like a cat toying with an inescapable mouse.

"Please...let me go...let me go..." I pleaded desperately, tears welling in my eyes. My
body had never been touched by anyone before, yet now it was being wantonly played with by this ugly man before me. Humiliation
and shame intertwined within me, and helpless tears finally streamed down my face.

"Mrs. Liu, I never knew you could be so beautiful even when you cry! I'm so excited!" My sorrowful tears did
n't elicit any pity from the man; instead, they excited him even more. Li Li grabbed my collar and violently ripped it down.

"No!" "

Tear!"

The sound of tearing fabric overlapped with my scream. My thin, deep purple dress was ripped open
, hanging like a withered petal. Then, a chill ran down my chest as my bra was ruthlessly ripped off.
My snow-white breasts, which my husband Wei was so obsessed with, were finally exposed without any cover to the man's burning
gaze.

Full, snow-white, firm, and rounded, my delicate, stalactite-shaped breasts were flawless. Small, purplish-red nipples
, barely visible, trembled shyly. My smooth skin gleamed alluringly under the light,
rising and falling violently with my rapid breathing, like endless waves, exuding the most primal allure for men.

"So...so beautiful!"

Li Li's eyes gleamed as he stared at my breasts, his lustful expression like that of a hungry wolf. I could even
hear the hungry, writhing sounds in his throat, filling me with shame and fear. I turned my head away in shame and anger,
a captivating blush spreading across my charming cheeks.

"No...don't look..."

My shy expression seemed to provoke him. Li Li growled, lifting my hands and pressing them against the wall, supporting them with his left hand
. His large, thick hand eagerly covered my full breasts, squeezing them forcefully, as if tasting
their softness and elasticity.

"Absolutely gorgeous! Your breasts are truly exquisite!"

Li Li exclaimed repeatedly, his hands gradually increasing pressure, kneading and rubbing them back and forth. Then he began excitedly grabbing and playing with them,
his movements rough and hungry, his lewd gaze fixed on my breasts being ravaged and squeezed. "Ah, so
good! These breasts, this feel... damn, I've been with so many women, but none have ever made me feel this good!"

His vulgar words relentlessly humiliated me, bringing tears to my eyes and filling me with immense shame. But with the man's caresses,
an irresistible pleasure rose within me; my long-dormant desire stirred beneath my sensitive skin.

Liu Yunlan, how could you…

"Mrs. Liu, your nipples are erect, aren't you excited?" Li Li grinned lewdly, his eyes fixed
on my blushing face. His fingers skillfully teased my erect nipples, gently and expertly.

"You beast, let me go!" I glared at him angrily, trying to suppress the pleasure in my body
.

"Hehe, you're such a little wildcat, but you'll be satisfied soon. Trust my skills." Li
Li ignored my insults, pinching my nipples between his fingers, gently grinding and rotating them. Then he
flicked them with his fingers, teasing my two sensitive nipples back and forth, his movements slow and patient.

Time passed, and waves of tingling pleasure came uncontrollably. My delicate nipples
hardened even more, blooming sensitively on the peaks of my breasts. My face flushed red, I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists tightly
, my indomitable will supporting my dignity. I couldn't submit to this beast.

"Mrs. Liu, you're really something. But can you hold back this time?" Li Li chuckled
, opening his mouth and sticking out his dark red tongue, moving towards my fair breasts.

"No!" I screamed, my eyes wide.

"Mmm..."

His warm, wet lips enveloped my nipple, a tingling, pleasurable sensation washing over me, making my body
tremble and groan. Then, his tongue began to move, swirling and gliding back and forth like
a nimble little snake, lightly teasing my sensitive nipples.

"Waaah... let me go... let me go... waaah... help..."

The pleasure gradually intensified, my body grew hotter, and I felt a deep sorrow.
Ashamed of my lewdness, humiliated by the man's manipulation, my mind was a jumbled mess. I could only cry helplessly,
screaming loudly. I no longer cared; even if others knew of this shameful situation, I couldn't let him possess me.

"Help...help me..."

The entire corridor was silent. My cries echoed back and forth, but no one answered. I was desperate. No matter
how much I shouted, there was no response. It was as if all the residents of the building had vanished without a trace.

Li Li ignored my cries, his lower body pressed tightly against my flailing legs. He greedily sucked
on my breasts while caressing my body. His slender waist, full buttocks, and finally his body slid down
to my beautiful legs clad in black stockings, caressing them with a passionate and frenzied passion. My plump thighs, long
calves, and his burning hands kneaded and squeezed, creating a captivating "rustling" sound as they rubbed against the delicate stockings.

Gradually, his hands became increasingly wild, his fingers curling and scraping against the inside of my thighs. The originally delicate
"rustling" sound suddenly turned into a frenzied, incessant hissing, a constant creaking. Waves of itching and throbbing spread from my legs,
causing my body to convulse and tremble uncontrollably. "

Liu Yunlan, you can't! You can't feel pleasure, you can't be so lewd!"

I bit my lip, suppressing the pleasure in my heart, trying to distract myself. I thought of
my child still in school, my hardworking and gentle husband,
my confident smile when I was named an outstanding employee last year, I thought of…

"Ah!"

In an instant, my efforts shattered like a mirror. The man's hand forcefully and domineeringly caressed my
genitals, his rough fingers rubbing against my tender garden through the thin stockings and panties, a powerful wave of pleasure
coursing through my body like an electric current. I felt like a defeated deserter, unable to resist groaning.

"Haha, so you're all soaking wet!"

Li Li held up his wet fingers in front of my eyes, lewdly grinning, "I never thought the seemingly virtuous Mrs. Liu
was such a slut! You even seem to enjoy being raped by me, haha, so wet."

Looking at his wet fingers, my face flushed red, and I lowered my head in shame and indignation. For the man's shamelessness, and for my own
lewdness. I wouldn't have been like this before, but ever since I started having these dreams, I've changed. I've become sensitive,
shameless, my mind filled with lustful thoughts.

Why? Why is all this happening?

"Mrs. Liu, I didn't expect you to be so shy. Are you this shy even when you have lewd dreams every night?" Li
Li suddenly raised his head, looking at me with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming, his gaze deep.

"You… what did you say!?"

I trembled, my eyes widening, staring at him in disbelief. How did he know? How did he know my
secret!? Was it all his doing? He manipulated my dream?

In an instant, I felt dizzy and cold all over.

Author: Jingyu

Chapter Six: The Collapsing World, the Cyclic Dream

"Isn't that right?" Li Li raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Having lewd dreams every night, and masturbating so wantonly, how wonderful, haha." Li Li stroked my fleshy
buttocks, his smugness overflowing.

My mind was a complete mess, and I stood there blankly. How could
this be? How did he know I was dreaming? Why did he say I was masturbating? What was going on?

"Alright, my beautiful lady, stop thinking about it and enjoy yourself!" Li Li chuckled lewdly, opened
my handbag, took out a key, and inserted it into the lock. With a "click," the lock turned, the door opened, and Li Li
suddenly lifted me up by the waist.

"Ah!" I snapped out of my daze, pounding my fists on his shoulders and tearing at his hair, screaming
, "Let me go, you scoundrel! You beast!"

Li Li didn't answer, enduring the pain as he quickly walked into the house, easily finding his way to my bedroom.

In my panic, I didn't notice how familiar he was with my home.

Li Li threw me onto the bed, his obese body immediately pressing down on me, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head,
his lower body pressing tightly against my legs, making me unable to move. Then Li Li opened the bedside drawer, took out a pair of flesh-
colored stockings, and lewdly grinned, "My beautiful lady, do you know what I'm going to do?"

Looking at the stockings, I knew what he was thinking, my eyes widened instantly, and I struggled violently, but no matter
how hard I tried, I couldn't break free. He was like a mountain pressing down on me, completely unmoving. The taut stockings stretched taut again and again...
He wrapped his arms around my wrists, binding them repeatedly, then tied a tight knot. I tried to break free, but couldn't move
an inch.

"Beautiful lady, don't move, I'll take good care of you, hahaha!" Li Li looked at me smugly
, his narrow, triangular eyes narrowing into slits. He then leaned down and approached my body,
licking and kissing my delicate skin along my neck.

"Waaah... let me go... let me go..."

I cried helplessly. The man's disgusting lips and tongue felt like swallowing a fly; intense nausea and fear
intertwined in my heart, filling me with despair. At that moment, I felt so miserable, like
a lamb falling into a tiger's mouth, completely at his mercy. I knew I had fallen into the clutches of evil; this once happy and warm bedroom would
become my prison of defilement!

"It smells so good, so soft and smooth..."

Li Li chuckled lewdly, his tongue licking and kissing my neck again and again, sliding down. Collarbone, cleavage, breasts,
finally settling on the delicate bud. I could only watch helplessly as the man's shameless face contorted.

A warm, wet sensation washed over me; my nipple was already in this ugly man's mouth. A soft, slippery
tongue attacked, like a nimble little snake, gently swirling and teasing. The lewd sounds of
"plop plop" filled my ears, making me blush while simultaneously experiencing a surge of pleasure.

Li Li gripped my breasts with both hands, kneading and squeezing them forcefully. His fingers occasionally squeezed my sensitive, erect nipples, and
the smooth, white flesh overflowed from between his fingers like tender tofu. Seeing the alluring sight before him, the man became even more
excited, his hands growing increasingly rough and forceful, as if he wanted to crush and burst my breasts.

"Waaah..."

My tender, plump breasts were being carelessly played with by the man, changing into lewd shapes. Tears streamed down my face.
Humiliation, hatred, despair, and helplessness filled my mind and body, making me feel like I was in hell.

"It feels so good, Mrs. Liu. Your big breasts feel so good to touch! It's
such a waste to let your husband play with them all! Hahaha!" Li Li continued to humiliate me, his hands, as if possessed, playing with my
proud breasts to his heart's content.

"You're shameless, vile, and filthy!"

"Haha, you won't call me like that in a moment!" Li Li suddenly lowered his head, sucking and licking my nipple
, his right hand lifting my short skirt and caressing my slender, beautiful legs tightly wrapped in black stockings.

"Waaah, let me go! Let me go!"

I struggled violently, shouting loudly, but as time passed, my shouts grew weaker and weaker, my
breathing became heavier and heavier, my body began to heat up, and my body began to go limp. The man's soft tongue
swirled wantonly on my nipples, his large hands gently and skillfully caressing my legs, bringing waves of strange pleasure and tingling
, assaulting my once clear reason, making my limp body uncontrollably restless and trembling. "

Liu Yunlan, are you crazy? Are you crazy?! How could you do this?"

I was ashamed of my body's betrayal, utterly disgusted by my lewdness, yet unable to resist the
spreading pleasure. My sensitive body seemed to have awakened, every inch of skin glowing, every pore
stretching with joy. My mature and beautiful body was sending out signals of excitement—not to my beloved
Wei, but to this ugly man!

Li Li kneaded my breasts, the glistening wetness on my nipples proclaiming that this city had been completely conquered by him.

But he was not satisfied; his wet tongue moved downwards, past the full peaks. A soft tongue licked back and forth across my flat stomach,
sending tingling, itchy waves through my nerve endings, making my
body tremble uncontrollably.

Li Li raised his head, a lewd grin on his face, and said, "Mrs. Liu, are you getting excited?"

"Let me go... let... um... let me go..." I cried out weakly, but it sounded more like a moan. A throbbing
, itchy sensation spread through my body, making my legs rub and throb restlessly, trying to resist this shameful
feeling.

"Hehe."

Li Li chuckled lewdly, releasing my breasts and sitting up, his lewd eyes brazenly taking in my alluring state.

My face was flushed, my eyes half-closed, my gaze hazy and wanton, my slightly parted cherry
lips panting rapidly, my snow-white breasts rising and falling with each breath, creating beautiful waves, my two slender, silk-stockinged
legs rubbing against each other with pleasure, making a delicate and captivating hissing sound.

I had shamelessly displayed my most beautiful self before him.

"So beautiful! Mrs. Liu looks so alluring in her lustful state!" Li Li gazed at my body with intoxication, his hands
caressing my legs. "Your breasts, your big ass, and these beautiful legs in stockings, they're all so captivating!

You know, every time I see you wearing those slutty stockings, I can't help but want to fuck you hard!"

Suddenly, as if possessed, Li Li grabbed my legs, lifting them up together, his rough
hands caressing them with a loving yet gentle touch.

Soft, silky, delicate, and captivating, the black, sheer nylon stockings tightly encased my slender legs,
gleaming alluringly under the soft light. The black color imbued my legs with seduction and sensuality, adding a touch of
allure and wildness. Her alluring calves were slender and shapely, especially her size 36 stockinged feet, which, like fresh, ripe fruit
, curled and writhed with the man's caresses, enticing him to taste, lick, and possess them.

Li Li's eyes gleamed, his heart pounding. After swallowing hard, he lunged forward, showering
her beautiful legs with passionate kisses. At the same time, his hands began to move, gently caressing and carefully rubbing.

The softness, comfort, silkiness, and a touch of unavoidable roughness intertwined,
sending waves of pleasure from his fingers to his brain, bringing him an indescribable, exquisite ecstasy, like heroin numbing his nerves.

"So beautiful…so amazing…"

Li Li murmured, his eyes glazed, completely lost in the beauty of those legs. The nylon stockings
were so exquisite, both visually and tactilely, that his hands were beyond his control. He only wanted
to explore, caress, and rub again and again, to perceive more deeply that indescribable, wonderful texture.

"Mmm...mmm..."

My eyes were half-closed, my body trembling. The man's fingers, like nimble sprites, traced light
paths along my legs. Each touch sent waves of delicate, silky sensations through me, like tiny electric currents seeping
into the nerves of my legs through the gaps in the stockings, bringing me a tingling, bone-deep pleasure.

No, I can't, he's raping me, raping me…

Hearing my seductive moans, Li Li grew even more excited. Gentle caresses were no longer enough to satisfy his desire.
He gradually increased the pressure, his large hands stroking forcefully, his fingers gripping deeply, like a thirsty mouth greedily and passionately
licking the stockings. "Hiss hiss hiss," the beautiful sound of the stockings rubbing against his hands constantly escaped from the gaps between the stockings,
like the bewitching voice of DeCarloas, seducing his soul.

"Liu Yunlan, do you know, I fantasize about you every night, fantasize about playing with you, about fucking you hard!

Do you know that!?" Li Li's eyes burned, he breathed heavily, and roared loudly, his hands
greedily caressing me as if possessed, as if trying to melt me into his grasp.

Li Li excitedly lifted my legs together, his tongue wildly licking and sucking upwards along my calves,
his hands becoming increasingly forceful, caressing my stockinged legs back and forth, roughly and wildly. Each sweep of his tongue
left a trail of lewd wetness, each touch of his hands brought a deadly sensation to the stockings.

He was going crazy!

"No...no..."

I groaned weakly, the novel stimulation filling me with a strange excitement. Wei
had never treated me like this before, nor had he been so rough. I could see his eyes gradually reddening, a
sign of impending rage. Seeing this, my heart trembled violently, a mixture of fear and...

excitement!

Li Li became increasingly engrossed, frantically licking and pressing against my beautiful legs clad in black stockings. His tongue roamed up and down, his lips
kissing me repeatedly. The delicate fragrance of my body surrounded my nose, intertwining with the feel of the stockings, stimulating his increasingly
volatile desire, making him even wilder and more frenzied. My plump thighs, slender calves, and beautiful ankles
—again and again, seemingly endlessly, tirelessly. Soon, my stockings were
soaked, revealing my fair skin with a rosy glow.

"Mmm…so numb…so hot…oh…let go…let me go…"

I struggled, but couldn't help moaning. The pleasure in my body
clashed fiercely with my reason in my mind, like fire and water. My body burned like a volcano, and my long-dormant desire stirred. Tiny beads of sweat appeared all over my
body. I felt like I was about to succumb.

With a "thud," the blue peep-toe high-heeled sandals fell to the ground with the movement of her legs, revealing her
perfect stockinged feet, instantly attracting Li Li's gaze.

Her delicate feet were small enough to be easily held in one hand, with a smooth, gently curved instep. Five tightly closed, rounded toes were quietly bound
within the black stockings. Through the semi-transparent stockings, the dark purple rhinestone nail polish was faintly visible, like fresh
grapes tempting a man's mouth. Her perfect feet were plump and rounded, neither too big nor too small,
appearing hazy and alluring under the stockings.

"So beautiful…so sexy…" Li Li murmured, captivated. Such perfect stockinged feet were the most perfect he had ever seen.

For a moment, Li Li felt his mouth dry, his heart burning with desire, his tongue restlessly moving in his mouth, waiting for
the moment when the stockinged toes would be moistened.

Li Li held the stockinged feet in his hands, excitedly pressing his face against them, completely intoxicated.

The soft stockings, warm with body heat, their silky smooth texture was intoxicating. The scent of leather
mingled with a subtle fragrance and a hint of sweat, all emanating from the stockings, densely filling his nostrils, as if
the surrounding air were tightly enveloping him. Li Li closed his eyes in ecstasy, every cell in his body seemingly opening up in bliss
. The wonderful scent of the stockings, like a drug, numbed his cerebral cortex, making him feel ethereal, his soul soaring.

Li Li had fallen into madness, his thirsty lips kissing my stockinged feet incessantly—the instep, the sole
, the ankle. When he took my beautiful, rounded toes into his mouth, his lonely tongue immediately stirred,
frantically licking, rolling, sucking, and tasting, greedily and intensely enjoying its exquisite flavor.

This disgusting man was kissing my feet…

For a moment, I was stunned, staring at him in disbelief. But soon, pleasure surged up—a tingling, itchy sensation
, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My whole body felt like it had been electrocuted; my legs trembled violently, and I felt incredibly shy
. A strange stimulation surged wildly within me.

"Mmm...so...so itchy...so...so comfortable...mmm..."

The current of pleasure spread throughout my body, and the tingling sensation on my toes quickly spread. I felt half of my body
go numb, as if all my strength had been drained. I lay limply on the bed, enduring the man's violation. A
thrill of betrayal burned fiercely in my heart like a ignited flame, and my long-dormant flower
uncontrollably released sweet and hot nectar.

"No...no...let me go..."

My body was already emitting strong sexual signals. I was terrified, I resisted. I couldn't betray
Wei, I couldn't betray this family. But I was so powerless. The next second, my pleas turned into thirsty moans.

"Ah...no...I can't take it anymore...um..."

The itchy, wet sensation spread from my toes throughout my body. I trembled, involuntarily twisting
my feet, my five toes sometimes spreading, sometimes contracting, sometimes curling downwards, changing into various alluring
postures. The sexy black stockings also changed with the movement of my toes, sometimes stretched into a thin layer
, sometimes contracting and bending downwards, sometimes closing together, making my sexy toes
and the spaces between my fingers even more tempting through the soaked stockings.

"I can't take it anymore!"

The lewd scene and the wanton moans intertwined, and Li Li, unable to control his excitement, roared and spread
my legs apart, tearing off my stockings with a "hiss," exposing my lower body, which was only covered by black underwear,
to his eyes.

Li Li quickly pulled down his pants, knelt in front of me, and pulled down my underwear with one hand. I could feel
something hot and thick pressing against my wet vulva.

"No! Please don't!" I suddenly woke up from my reverie, shouting loudly. I felt
the fear of losing my virginity.

"Too late!" Li Li gripped my legs tightly, thrusting his hips forward. In an instant, I felt
a thick, hard penis forcefully force its way through my body and plunge into me.

It's over, it's over! Husband... Yunlan is so sorry...

Overwhelmed with grief, I could no longer hold back the shame and shed tears of humiliation once again.

"Haha, so tight! This time I've finally fucked you while you're awake!"

Li Li shouted excitedly, his hips thrusting back and forth violently. His words jolted me awake, momentarily forgetting
the humiliation in my heart. I stammered, "You... what do you mean?"

"Haha, Mrs. Liu, you still don't know, do you? Well, let me tell you, you've been sold out by your beloved bastard
husband!" Li Li laughed smugly. "I'm having sex with you every night! Your husband made me do it
!"

The man's words exploded in my mind like a thunderbolt, leaving me bewildered. My husband would let another
man play with me? How could that be? He loves me so much, he cherishes me so much.

"Impossible! You're lying to me! You're lying to me!" I screamed hoarsely, regaining my senses. I didn't believe it, I didn't
believe it, he must be lying to me.

"How is that impossible?!" Li Li laughed loudly, "Your husband asked me to play with
you so he could get promoted to department head. He didn't even go on a business trip; he put aphrodisiacs and sleeping pills in your water every day, and when you fall asleep,
you subconsciously masturbate. Haha, I get so aroused watching it every time! You've been with me for a month
, and you poor thing, you don't even know it, hahaha!"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you're lying to me, Wei wouldn't do that!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face
. Although I denied it, deep down I was starting to believe it.

Why did I have these dreams? Why did I become so lewd? Why was my body so sensitive? Now I
seemed to have found the answers. But I couldn't believe that Wei would betray me for his future. I didn't believe it, I didn't believe it!

Li Li snorted coldly, his indifferent sarcasm ringing out, "I'll make you give up, I'm already tired of you anyway!"

He grabbed his pants from the bedside, pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and put it on speakerphone.

"Hey, Mr. Li, what's up?" The call connected quickly, a deep male voice coming through
.

It was Wei! Hearing that voice, my heart clenched. They knew each other! They actually knew each other! Wei
had been gone for almost two months, while Li Li had moved in a month ago!

"Hahaha, nothing much, just feeling really good! Your wife is really nice!" Li Li
chuckled lewdly as always, looking at me with a lascivious gaze.

"Yunlan...she hasn't found out, has she?" Wei paused, stammering, his voice filled with
worry.

Hearing this, I was filled with despair. I couldn't describe my feelings; only tears
streamed down my face uncontrollably. He betrayed me, betrayed me…

“It’s nothing, I just fucked her hard for two hours, ejaculated inside her twice, hahaha!” Li Li said
, laughing loudly.

“Oh, that’s good, that’s good, as long as you’re happy, Mr. Li, hehe.” Wei seemed to breathe a sigh of relief
, his tone obsequious and ingratiating, and he even laughed at the end.

Hearing that ambiguous laughter, I felt it was so grating!

Was this still the gentle and considerate man? Was this still the man who laid out 999 roses to pursue me
? How could he be like this, how could he be so despicable! So shameless! Is he even a man? His
wife was being played with, and he was still laughing, still trying to please her? I loved him so deeply, trusted him so much,
yet he sold me like a commodity to another man, for money, for so-called status!

Anger, sorrow, resentment, betrayed by the man I loved, I felt my whole world collapse, my
heart shattered into countless pieces, I could even hear the sound of it breaking.

"You! You two beasts! You're not human, you're animals!" Consumed by despair, I
screamed hoarsely into the phone, frantically tearing at Li Li's body before shoving him aside and
running towards the door.

I was naked, soaked to the bone, running wildly through the night streets against the wind, tears
streaming down my face. Passersby stared at me strangely, but I didn't care. My world had collapsed, my
soul had vanished, nothing mattered anymore.

I don't know how long I ran, but I was exhausted. I crouched in a corner, motionless like a soulless puppet.

"Yunlan, be careful not to catch a cold."

A familiar, gentle voice came, like a ray of warm sunshine piercing the gloomy sky.

I looked up and saw a refined, handsome face looking at me with concern. His eyes were still dark,
but now held an unconcealed heartache and care.

It was Zhang Wenxuan!

Looking at him, I suddenly threw myself into his arms and burst into tears like a child. I didn't
think about anything else; I just wanted comfort and warmth. I was wronged, disappointed, and utterly exhausted.

He gently held me and softly comforted me, "Yunlan, a good night's sleep will do you good. Just a good night's sleep." "

Really?" I asked whimperingly, my eyes filled with tears.

"Really," he nodded gently, his face earnest.

Hearing the man's gentle voice, my parched soul seemed to be nourished. My sobs subsided,
my eyelids grew heavier, and a wave of weariness washed over me. Exhausted, I finally couldn't resist falling asleep.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I came here again.

The pitch-black space was empty and hollow, seemingly without boundaries. Only a huge iron cage stood
motionless in the center. A faint light shone down, and a delicate, slender foot slowly rose, peeking out from between the steel bars,
like a red apricot blossom on a wall, unwilling to be alone.

It was a beautiful little foot. Snow-white, lustrous, and delicate, like a flawless piece of jade. Although
the stockings gave it a black hue, through the sheer silk, one could still vaguely see the snow-white, fragrant flesh beneath.
Tender skin. It slowly rose, toes straight, instep taut, swaying, gently rocking, stretching in mid-air. Like
a display, or perhaps an enticement. A graceful trajectory slowly traced its path, landing softly on the ground, motionless
.

"In this world, the most magical and incomprehensible thing is not the origin of the earth, nor
the origin of species, nor the Big Bang theory, but human dreams."

"Mental obstacles require mental communication. Her mental confusion was
caused by being tormented and troubled by long-term, recurring dreams. What I needed to do was build a mental bridge, reaching
deep into her heart, to make her more cheerful. Now that patient has recovered and is no different from a normal person."

Unconsciously, the dream cycle began again!

Epilogue: The Truth, Zhang Wenxuan's Confession

My name is Zhang Wenxuan, I am 28 years old, a psychology expert, and a psychotherapist.

Two months ago, the florist notified me to pick up the flowers, saying that the black datura I ordered had arrived. I was so
glad I went to the flower shop that day. Because there I met a woman, a woman who was incredibly beautiful. She was
like a blooming datura flower, alluring and captivating, mesmerizing me completely.

Suddenly, a beautiful poem came to mind:

"Her shoulders were like those of a sculpted figure, her waist slender and graceful. Her neck was long and elegant, her skin fair and radiant. She needed no adornment, no makeup. Her hair was piled
high like clouds, her eyebrows were long and delicate. Her lips were bright red, her teeth were white and gleaming. Her eyes were bright and expressive, her dimples charming. Her beauty was captivating, her demeanor serene and
composed. Her gentle charm and graceful movements were alluring."

This is Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River," but for her, this poem, passed down for millennia,
was utter nonsense. In my eyes, no words could describe even a fraction of her beauty.

In an instant, a powerful possessiveness filled my being—I wanted to possess her, body and soul!

In psychology, the highest level of hypnosis is called "suggestion." When a hypnotized person sees or hears
a suggestion, they become dazed and their expression becomes blank.

Looking at the black datura in my hand, I decided to use it as a "suggestion" for hypnosis. Flowers, a beautiful woman, delicate
and alluring—nothing could be more suitable.

(Those interested can watch the classic Japanese horror film "Hypnosis," where sound can hypnotize.)

I hypnotized her.

Like a lost child, she obediently followed me home. Looking at her stunningly beautiful face,
I should have been happy, but I couldn't feel excited at all. Her blank expression was like that of a soulless
puppet, motionless, leaving me feeling utterly bored. What I wanted was her vibrant self, a living being. I wanted her to
smile at me, to act coquettishly towards me, to display her captivating charm!

I decided to weave a dream, a nightmare that would rewrite her lower body!

Gradually, she fell asleep, entered the world of dreams, and began a new life.

Inside, she was still the same person, only now she was having erotic dreams, day after day, endlessly repeating the same pattern. These lewd
dreams made her increasingly sensitive, and Wei's departure fueled her repressed desires. Her heart began to fill
with lustful thoughts, and she dressed increasingly provocatively. She felt fear and unease; she was afraid of
becoming a lewd woman.

By chance, she saw me on television. My words gave her a sense of liberation, a glimmer of
hope. In her anxieties, I was like a ray of light illuminating her dark sky, warming her cold heart
.

She couldn't wait to go outside.

At the door, she saw her neighbor, who should have been an elderly couple, but was now a middle-aged man.

His name was Li Li, a character I had created in her dream. The lewd and ugly Li Li was filled with lust for her, his lewd
gaze undisguised, making her already fearful heart even more terrified, and even more eager to see me.

Dreams, like demons, haunted her, subjecting her to agonizing torment within the dream world I wove.

In the hospital's break room, an even more lewd dream took root in her mind. She no longer
appeared as a bystander, but as a lowly sex slave begging for a man's humiliation. The pounding of a penis, the ejaculation of semen, the wanton
moans—the lewd images were real and intense, gradually deepening her lustful thoughts, filling her with fear
while simultaneously releasing the desires that had accumulated within her.

Then, she saw me.

Gentle and refined, diligent in my work, humorous, knowledgeable, and eloquent,
I stood in stark contrast to Li Li, my masculine charm displayed to its fullest extent. I knew that this kind of man held immense appeal for mature women
; my task was to firmly implant my perfect image in her mind.

Naturally, she developed feelings for me, even if she truly hated this kind of man
—it didn't matter—because this was a dream I created, her emotions, her preferences, everything was under my control!

Then, she saw the black datura on the windowsill, alluring and captivating. She felt a sense of déjà
vu, her expression becoming blank and wooden. Its appearance further intensified the hypnotic effect,
keeping her in the dream in the real world.

Back home, the despairing nightmare finally arrived—she had been raped by Li Li!

In despair, she learned the despairing "truth." Why did she dream, why did she become so promiscuous—
her husband, Wei, had never left! He had drugged the drinking water in the house with sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs; she
had been repeatedly violated and raped by Li Li while she slept, and the one who betrayed her was her beloved husband, Wei.

This hypocritical scoundrel, for promotion and wealth, betrayed his own wife!

In an instant, this gentle and considerate man crumbled in her heart!

Helplessness and despair, sorrow and pain intertwined within her, lingering there. Naturally, she thought of
me, of my care. In this dream world with only three men—one lewd and depraved, the other hypocritical
and filthy—she could trust no one but me. And in reality, she had experienced this dream I had created countless times over the past two months
; my perfect image was deeply ingrained in her subconscious, indelible
!

I felt proud of my abilities and filled with hope for the future. This dream was so perfect...
Beauty, so real, effortlessly obliterated the man she loved. I knew she would be mine.

Turning my head, the woman beside me was still fast asleep, like a sleepy child. Her eyes were closed, her expression serene
, her exquisite features seemingly natural, her skin as white and smooth as snow, a deep purple dress making her appear
incomparably noble. I gently stroked her face, my expression one of rapture.

I had waited two months, and I would continue to wait, until she woke up and became my princess.

"That concludes today's news. Now, a missing person notice: Liu Yunlan, female, 35 years old,
165 cm tall, lost contact with her family two months ago. She was wearing a deep purple dress when she went out. Anyone with information about her whereabouts,
please contact Mr. Wei..."

The rain poured down harder, and the black flower buds on the windowsill had quietly bloomed...

[The End]

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