The arduous journey of the "Strange and Lustful Mirror"

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In the depths of winter in the North, snow fell heavily.

　　My husband's cough was getting worse, lasting all night long, and even the medicine made it more severe. Inside the house, I dared not light the stove, afraid the smoke would choke him. My blind daughter, shivering from the cold, huddled at the foot of the bed, refusing to answer my questions. The kind-hearted grandmother next door brought over a kettle of hot water early in the morning, and I busied myself pouring it for my husband, hoping it would warm him up a little.

　　At dawn, as a ray of sunlight streamed through the old window, my husband's cough suddenly stopped. He gasped and said to me, "Yueyue, get the child something to eat, don't let her go hungry." With that, he lay down and closed his eyes.

　　I nodded, limped, put on my cotton coat, and went outside. As soon as I opened the door, snowflakes blew in, and I quickly went out to close the door behind me. Ah! How cold it was! The world seemed frozen solid, everything a blanket of white. The alleyway gradually came alive with activity as families began their busy day. Wisps of smoke rose from chimneys, creating a unique scene against the backdrop of the white sky.

　　At the alley entrance stood vendors hawking their wares: fried dough sticks, soy milk, millet porridge, steamed buns… the aromas irresistible.

　　I walked slowly to the alley entrance; a few scattered people were buying breakfast at the stalls.

　　"A bowl of red bean porridge, two steamed buns, and two fried dough sticks," I said, pulling out a dollar and fifty cents.

　　"Two yuan! Oil prices have gone up," the oil-stained vendor said.

　　I hesitated, then gave him another fifty cents.

　　He looked up at me, then wrapped the food and handed it to me, saying, "Walk carefully, the road is slippery."

　　I didn't say anything, carrying the food as I walked home.

　　Once home, I quickly divided the food, splitting the red bean porridge, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks into two portions. My blind daughter, drawn by the aroma, crawled over along the bed frame, and my husband started coughing again. I went over and helped him sit on the bed, patting his back as I said, "Have something to eat? Sigh, why are you coughing so much?"

　　My husband said, "Hehe... Don't take that medicine anymore, it's useless. We can save the money to buy something for our daughter..."

　　I shook my head and said, "Save what? At worst, I'll go out and risk my life."

　　My husband suddenly became anxious, his cough intensified, and he pointed at me, saying, "You!... Don't... Hehe..." The intense coughing made it impossible for him to continue speaking.

　　I quickly patted his back and coaxed him, "Okay, okay, I misspoke, I'll listen to you, alright?... Here, have some breakfast."

　　I brought him breakfast and placed it in front of him.

　　He pushed my hand away and said, "Give our daughter some food first, I'm not hungry yet."

　　I looked at him; the sunlight shone on his face. Though only in his thirties, his face was covered in wrinkles, making him look over sixty. Years of illness had ravaged him beyond recognition; his 1.8-meter frame was nothing but skin and bones. Looking at him, I felt nothing but pity. Finally, his coughing stopped, and my husband closed his eyes and lay down quietly, his breathing gradually evening.

　　I lifted our blind daughter from the bed and placed her on a stool, feeding her her breakfast spoonful by spoonful. Suddenly, she asked, "Mom, is it light now?"

　　I looked out the window. The snow had completely stopped, and the sunlight shone brightly on the snowflakes.

　　'It seems my daughter is completely blind. She used to say she could see a little bit of light, but now...' I thought, my nose stinging, and I barely managed to hold back my tears.

　　I looked at my daughter; she was a spitting image of me—oval face, big eyes, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a small nose, and a slightly larger mouth. The only difference was her large, gray eyes. She was born blind. We had wanted to see a doctor, but in our family, supporting a bedridden husband was already a struggle; how could we afford medical care for our daughter?

　　I stroked her hair, her long strands falling loosely across her face. I gently brushed them aside while feeding her a steamed bun. I softly said, "It's cloudy today, the streetlights are still on. Eat quickly."

　　My daughter stared at me with her empty eyes, saying nothing more.

　　After feeding her, I carried her to bed, where she played with her tattered rag doll.

　　My husband was already asleep, even snoring softly. I wasn't hungry at all. I just sat on the stool watching them, lost in memories…

　　I used to work as a hostess in a nightclub in the city. I was young, beautiful, and had a great figure. I was very popular and skilled. Many men pursued me, but I never refused anyone who could afford it. Later, during a routine raid, the police shut down the nightclub. That night, I was serving a customer on the second floor. In the chaos, I jumped from the second floor, breaking my leg and becoming disabled.

　　After that, my price plummeted. I went from a high-class hostess to a third-rate one, with prices so low I couldn't believe it myself—80 yuan to sleep with me! I left the nightclub in a fit of anger. Later, I used my old connections to work as a hostess in several large nightclubs in the city, but unfortunately, I didn't make much progress. As I got older, I gradually considered retiring.

　　That's when I met my current husband. He was so handsome back then! He owned a small factory and drove there and back every day. I always thought of myself as a prostitute and a cripple, completely unworthy of him, but strangely enough, he fell for me!

　　After a few dates, we got together. I once asked him, "Don't you care that I used to be a prostitute?"

　　He looked at me and said, "I don't care what you were like before, but if you ever dare to go out and do it again, I'll cripple your leg too, and then I'll support you for the rest of my life." Suddenly, I felt like I had found my lifelong support and vowed to live a good life with him.

　　...

　　The sweet days were the best. A year later, we had a daughter, but after her birth, it seemed like misfortune struck. First, we discovered that our daughter had an eye problem. A hospital examination revealed that she had congenital amblyopia, and her vision was almost zero.

　　We went to many hospitals to treat our daughter, spending money like water, but ultimately, there was no result. Just then, my husband's factory also began to decline. Sales were poor, products were outdated, and the factory couldn't pay wages. My daughter's illness, coupled with problems at the factory, caused my husband's temper to flare up. He drank all day, frequently slamming his fist on the table and glaring at me, and I could only silently endure it.

　　Gradually, he took all the money in the house, including our savings. Later, he even sold off our valuables, and the factory went bankrupt. I tried to question him a few times, but each time I was beaten, so I stopped asking. Later, I found out he had turned to drugs and was secretly using them. Our meager savings weren't enough for him!

　　Within two years, we had to sell our house…

　　After my husband came out of rehab, he kicked his addiction, but he started coughing. At first, I didn't pay attention, but it got worse and worse. A hospital checkup revealed emphysema, one of the "side effects of drug use." The doctor called me aside and said, "There's a 75% chance it will develop into lung cancer…"

　　Now, only I know that those medications are merely prolonging his life. I often tell myself, "If it can keep him alive for one more day, I'd rather go back to being a prostitute, even if he breaks my legs after he recovers..."

　　The

　　sun was high in the sky. My daughter was asleep, clutching her doll, and my husband was also fast asleep. I stood up, gently tucked them in, and checked my pockets. I realized I didn't have much money left. I calculated that it had only been half a month since I last received welfare. The 350 yuan monthly allowance was far from enough to support our family, especially with my sick husband and blind daughter.

　　I quietly went out the door, quickly and carefully closing it behind me. Through the window, I glanced at them sleeping soundly, and seeing that I hadn't disturbed them, I slowly walked towards the alley entrance.

　　The ground was covered in snow. I walked slowly, and when I came out of the alley, there was a public phone booth. I picked up the phone and dialed a number… My heart was filled with complicated emotions. All I could think about was how to give my husband money to buy medicine, how my daughter still needed to go to school, and how my family needed to survive…

　　“Hello? Who is it?” The phone connected, and a man’s voice came from the other end.

　　I was silent for a moment, then said, “Amao, it’s me.”

　　“Who are you?” Amao said in a strange voice.

　　My anger surged to my head, and I suddenly roared, "Fuck you! Even I couldn't recognize you! You want to die?!" I felt like I was back in the old days...

　　This time, Ah Mao recognized me and exclaimed, "Oh! It's Sister Yu!! I deserve to die! Even my older sister couldn't recognize me! I deserve to die! Sister Yu, you... aren't you?"

　　I felt a little better and said to Ah Mao, "I need to talk to you, tonight, Sipingmen."

　　Ah Mao stammered, "Oh, sister, I'm very busy right now..."

　　Before he could finish, I interrupted him and said coldly, "If I don't see you before 8 o'clock, don't let me see you again, I'm not finished with you!"

　　Ah Mao paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Sister, don't be angry, I was just kidding, okay! Tonight at 8 o'clock..." "Point, Sipingmen."

　　Ah Mao was a local thug I used to be close to; to put it bluntly, he was a local bully. Ah Mao had some influence, controlling several venues, and many discos and nightclubs were connected to him. He knew a lot of people.

　　I hung up the phone and slowly returned home.

　　Lunch was leftovers from breakfast. My husband, after some persuasion, ate a little, and my daughter ate a little too. After calling Ah Mao, I also felt a bit hungry. I gave the two of them breakfast. I rummaged around for a while and only found half a bag of instant noodles, which I ate, saving it for dinner.

　　It gradually got dark, and the house started to get cold. To keep them warmer, I wrapped them up tightly in blankets. I secretly added sleeping pills to my husband's lunch, and he fell into a deep sleep. My daughter also slept soundly.

　　I looked in the mirror, wiped my face, and tidied my hair. Thankfully, I could still see a bit of my former charm; after all, I'm not old yet. My clothes were so shabby: black trousers, hand-me-downs from my husband, and old-fashioned leather boots that probably wouldn't even be worth keeping on the street. My worn-out blue winter coat was covered in stains. I knew this was all I had for winter; I had no choice but to make do.

　　Winter days are short, and it got dark early. Just after 6 pm, it was dark. I looked at them, still fast asleep, and slowly walked out the door.

　　Sipingmen was far from my home, and I decided to walk there slowly.

　　The streets were bustling with traffic, crowded with people and cars. The streetlights were already on, illuminating the streets brightly. The lights of distant skyscrapers added to the city's nighttime ambiance, a scene of prosperous peace and prosperity.

　　I arrived at Sipingmen at exactly 8 pm. I immediately spotted Amao talking to a few thugs. I called out, "Amao!"

　　Amao was tall, with dyed yellow hair, wearing a high-end leather jacket, a gold watch, a gold chain, and earrings.

　　Hearing my call, A Mao suddenly turned around, walking towards me while carefully examining me. He looked me over again as he stood right in front of me, then exclaimed, "Sister Yu? You're Sister Yu? You?...Oh my! My dear sister! What happened to you?!"

　　A few of A Mao's thugs also gathered around. One of them looked at me, then suddenly laughed and said, "Begging for food!..."

　　Before he could finish, A Mao slapped the guy hard across the face. The guy was stunned. A Mao roared, "Fuck your mother! If you say another word, I'll fucking tear you apart! Get lost! All of you get away from here! If you come any closer, I'll fucking lose my temper! Fuck your mother!" The thugs, probably never having seen A Mao so angry before, obediently retreated to the side.

　　Amao pulled me a few more steps until we reached the dim light of a streetlamp. He asked, "Sister Yu, what happened to you? How did you end up like this? I heard them say two years ago that you reformed and even made some money. How... how did you end up like this?"

　　To be honest, I don't have many relatives left. Amao could be considered one of them. Seeing him and hearing his question, I suddenly felt like I was seeing a family member. My nose stung, and I couldn't stop crying.

　　Amao got anxious and shouted, "What's wrong with you! Sis! You've never cried before. What's wrong? Say something! ...Did someone bully you? Hey! Sis, if anyone dares to bully us, tell me their name, and I'll beat them to a pulp within three days!..."

　　I shook my head, took his hand, and slowly recounted my experiences over the past few years.

　　After talking to him for almost an hour, Ah Mao finally let out a long sigh and said, "Oh! Sis, to be honest, and you might not like it, but your life has been so hard!"

　　...

　　Afterwards, Ah Mao called over those thugs and led me towards the bustling downtown area...

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(middle)

　　I didn't want to get my hair done, but Ah Mao insisted on taking me to his hair salon and getting my hair done properly. Then he gave me some clothes, and finally took me to eat. Ah Mao said to me, "Sis, I can't help you with anything else. That's all. Is there anything else I can do to help?"

　　I looked at Ah Mao, gritted my teeth, and said to him, "I want to make money, back to my old profession. Can you help me make some connections?"

　　Ah Mao was silent for a while, looked at me, and said, "Sister Yu, to be honest, haven't you suffered enough yet?"

　　I didn't say anything, just looked at Ah Mao.

　　Amao avoided my gaze and said, "Alright. If you want to do this, I'll do my best. But, as you know, sis, you're getting on in years, and you have a leg problem. Don't blame me for saying this, but even if you find someone, I'm afraid the pay won't be much. After all, there are plenty of young, beautiful girls out there. Sis, I'm telling you the truth."

　　I nodded and said, "I know my situation, but you just need to help me make the connections. I don't care how much you take."

　　Amao glared at me and shouted, "Sister Yu, what do you take me for? With our relationship, why would I smoke? Smoke my ass!"

　　As he left, Amao tossed me a pager and said, "Got it, I'll call you, I'll find you a place."

　　...

　　Sipingmen, a solitary room in an old building.

　　In the room, I sat naked on a stool. A young man stood in front of me, his penis erect, thick and long, straight and erect. I held his buttocks with my hands, stretched my head, and patiently stroked the thick glans with my mouth. The young man tilted his head back, humming comfortably. The room was very warm, and we were both sweating.

　　I slowly touched his buttocks with my hand. The man said, "Yueyue, come to my back in a bit."

　　I spat out his penis, looked up at him, and smiled, saying, "Brother Zhang, still like this style?"

　　Brother Zhang laughed and said, "If you're going to play, play hard. Otherwise, you might as well masturbate."

　　I smiled and continued to suck his penis. Brother Zhang pulled me up and to the edge of the bed. He braced himself on the edge of the bed and stuck his buttocks out. I knelt behind him, spread his buttocks, and licked his anus. I stroked his penis with my hand in front. Brother Zhang grabbed my head and pressed it hard against his buttocks. Then he rubbed his buttocks up and down, muttering, "Ouch! Good! Lick harder!... Yes! Put your tongue in!... Put in more force!... Ah!"

　　Brother Zhang's anus smelled bad, but what could I do? To earn more money, I had to do anything.

　　I licked his anus desperately, thrusting my tongue in and out. Zhang Ge groaned with pleasure, his penis glistening with sticky, lustful fluid.

　　Suddenly, Zhang Ge turned around and shoved his penis directly into my mouth, thrusting his hips rapidly, his penis plunging deep into my throat until my eyes rolled back. Seeing my state, Zhang Ge's penis finally reached its peak hardness.

　　Brother Zhang pulled me onto the bed, put on a condom, and his penis was as hard as an iron rod. I lay face down on the bed, my plump buttocks raised high. Brother Zhang straddled me, his penis thrusting in and out rapidly and rhythmically, 'slap slap slap slap…' His penis slammed powerfully against my buttocks, and a large amount of sticky fluid gushed from my cunt, making his penis even more slippery as he went in and out. While Brother Zhang was fucking me hard, he grabbed my hair and said, 'So good!... You slut! So wanton!'

　　I moaned wantonly, laughing, 'Brother Zhang... Brother Zhang... Faster!... Fuck me until I orgasm!... Faster! Ah! Ah! Ah!... Ah!'

　　I squeezed my legs tightly together, my buttocks thrusting back wildly. Brother Zhang fucked me like he was riding a horse, shouting, 'Come out!... Oh!... Give me pee! Pee hard!'

　　'Ah!...' My brain went blank, my whole body trembled, and a long-held stream of hot urine 'sizzled'..." A gush of yellow urine sprayed onto the bed.

　　Seeing my hot urine spray out from his fucking, Brother Zhang became even more excited. He inserted his penis into my vagina and pulled me from the head of the bed to the floor. I limped slowly around the room, while Brother Zhang continued to fuck me hard from behind. As I writhed, I continued to urinate, hot urine spraying onto the floor.

　　Brother Zhang pulled his penis out, and I swayed, almost falling to the floor, having finished urinating.

　　Brother Zhang gripped the base of his penis, his penis trembling and thrusting several times, almost ejaculating. He finally managed to suppress the urge, took a deep breath, patted my buttocks, and said, "Come on, fuck my ass."

　　I stood in the center of the room, legs slightly apart, hands on my knees, head down, buttocks sticking out. Brother Zhang stood behind me, spreading my buttocks to expose my anus. He aimed his penis and thrust it in hard, all the way in! I cried out, "Ouch!" With a shout, Brother Zhang began to slowly sway his buttocks back and forth, his hard penis moving in and out of my anus.

　　"Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak..." "Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap..." His dry penis went in and out of my anus. Brother Zhang suddenly pulled his penis out, turned it in front of me, and said, "Come on, suck it a couple more times, make sure you have plenty of saliva."

　　I looked up, opened my mouth, and took his penis in my mouth, sucking hard. Stimulated, Brother Zhang thrust his penis in hard twice more in my mouth before pulling it out. I spat twice at his penis, and Brother Zhang came back behind me, thrusting his penis in again. This time, Brother Zhang fucked my ass faster, and I moaned wildly, "Ah! Ah!! Ah! Brother Zhang! So good! So good!... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!... Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" Brother

　　Zhang held my buttocks and fucked me quickly with his penis. His big penis, lubricated by saliva, slid and moved smoothly in my ass. I felt waves of discomfort in my ass, and I squeezed my ass tightly with each thrust, gripping his penis. Brother Zhang

　　fucked me hard twice, then pulled out his penis and pulled me to the bed. I obediently lay down on the bed, resting my head on the edge. Brother Zhang pulled off the condom, lifted his leg, straddled my chest, pinched my nipples, and thrust his penis hard into my mouth, fucking me hard for a while. Suddenly, he screamed, "Yo!..." and shot out a gush of white semen.

　　He was rapidly masturbating while ejaculating into my open mouth, the white semen spraying onto my tongue. I just watched him with a grin until he couldn't ejaculate anymore, then I swallowed the semen with a "gulp"...

　　After we finished, I accompanied Brother Zhang to take a hot shower in the bathroom. The man felt refreshed after the hot shower, and he was instantly invigorated. He put on his thick clothes, straightened his hair, and then took out several large bills from his wallet, stuffing them into my hand, smiling and saying, "Next time I come, I'll page you first."

　　I smiled and counted the money, saying happily, "Thank you, brother! You always give me extra! Next time you come, please page me, come again next time!"

　　I saw Brother Zhang off, counting the money while figuring out how to divide it. Then I quickly put on my clothes and headed straight to the hospital.

　　…

　　It's been over a month since I last saw Amao. These past few days, I've been working day and night, managing to scrape together some money to get my husband into the hospital. I entrusted my blind daughter to Amao, who took her to his maternal grandmother's house. I visited her; she's a very kind old lady, so I'm at ease.

　　My husband's health is deteriorating. Although he's in the hospital, we can only stay in a regular ward. His cough is getting worse, and he's started bleeding. The doctor has repeatedly told me seriously that I should be prepared because his emphysema has been present for too long and has progressed to the point where it's likely lung cancer. The cheapest treatment is chemotherapy and radiotherapy twice a week, which costs tens of thousands of yuan—I can't afford it! I can only barely keep him in the hospital; I hope he can live one more day. When

　　I arrived at the hospital, I first went to the inpatient department and gave the accountant the money I'd saved over the past few days. Then I bought some food from the cafeteria and brought it to my husband's room. Amao is really kind; he specifically instructed his two thugs to keep watch at the hospital.

　　I entered the room, and the two thugs stood up, politely greeted me as "Sister Yu," and then left. Looking at my husband, whose body was covered in tubes, my nose stung, and tears almost welled up in my eyes.

　　Perhaps my husband had a premonition, for he opened his eyes. Seeing me, he forced a smile; he wanted to cry, but he had no strength left, only dry sobs.

　　Seeing he was awake, I quickly wiped away my tears and softly asked, "Would you like something to eat?"

　　My husband closed his eyes and gently shook his head, then opened them again to look at me. I sat beside him, holding his hand, silently gazing into his eyes. We looked at each other quietly, everything expressed in our eyes.

　　The northwest wind outside howled again, as if mourning. The strong wind brought rain and snow, scattering snowflakes that danced in the air. Night fell on the city. The ward was quiet, as if time had frozen. In this forgotten corner of the city, there was me, and my husband. Share Share 0 Favorites Favorites 0 Support Support 1 Rating Rating

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　　"The Journey of Suffering" is now complete. It was written in a slightly somber tone. I sincerely hope that everyone can read this article and leave your valuable comments. Thank you. I wonder when I will be able to write an article for the Lamb's birthday. When

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　　came out of the hospital, it was already 7 p.m. Her pager rang, and she quickly returned the call.

　　"Sister Yu, I've introduced two friends to your place. See you in a bit," Amao said succinctly.

　　She hung up and rushed back to Sipingmen.

　　Amao enthusiastically introduced her to two guests: one surnamed Zhang, a man in his thirties of medium height, not fat, with a cultured appearance, and fashionable clothes; the other surnamed Xu, a man in his thirties, a little shorter than Zhang, plump, with a smiling face, and dressed impeccably.

　　As she saw Amao out, he suddenly whispered to her, "They have a lot of money, so make sure they're well taken care of."

　　She nodded.

　　After locking the door, I smiled and said to them, "Bosses, please don't be shy, have a seat."

　　As I spoke, I walked between them and slowly took off my clothes. Boss Xu, being quite experienced, smiled and said, "Sister, you're so cheerful!"

　　I smiled and said, "Well! You two are both friends of Ah Mao, not outsiders, so I won't stand on ceremony. We're all out having fun, right? Come on, let me help you take off your clothes."

　　After saying that, I helped Zhang and Xu take off their clothes. I looked closely and saw that both of them were clean and their penises were clean, not too big or too small, just right. I pulled them to sit on the bed. Slowly stroking their penises, I laughed and said, "Wow! What a big one! Boss Xu, your penis is really big!"

　　Their hands were groping my body, and Boss Xu chuckled and said, "Big sister, don't flatter me! I know what I'm doing."

　　I smiled at Boss Zhang and said, "Oh my! Boss Zhang, your penis isn't small either!" Then I said to them, "To be honest! In all these years, this is the first time I've encountered such a big penis! So thick and long! It'll definitely be exciting to fuck them later!"

　　Under my small hands' stroking, Boss Zhang and Boss Xu's penises gradually became erect. I continued stroking my penis... While they were groping my breasts and cunt, I groaned softly, saying in a wanton tone, "Hey, you two bosses, who's going first? I'm so itchy here! How about we try something different, like a threesome... one of us in my cunt, the other in my ass, and then I'll suck your big cock so you can cum! How about that?"

　　Boss Zhang chuckled and said to me, "Ah Mao told us a long time ago that Big Sister is hot and sexy. We came here today just for this! Come on!"

　　Boss Zhang and Boss Xu put on condoms. Boss Zhang lay on the bed, and I spat on his erect penis, stroked it a couple of times, then straddled him, aimed my penis at his cunt, and sat down hard. Boss Zhang groaned comfortably.

　　I shoved my penis all the way into his vagina, my buttocks moving back and forth in a small range. I turned my head and spat at Boss Xu's penis. Once it was lubricated, I pulled it against his anus. Boss Xu straddled my buttocks and slowly inserted his penis into his anus. When it was fully in place, I suddenly groaned loudly, "Fuck!" Boss Zhang and Boss Xu simultaneously thrust their buttocks forward, and the room became noisy...

　　"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!..." Boss Xu moved his buttocks back and forth rapidly, his thick penis thrusting in and out of his anus. The sticky anal oil accelerated the lubrication of his penis. Boss Xu watched as his penis pounded and turned his anus wildly, and he thrust wildly.

　　"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!..." Boss Zhang was below, vigorously kneading my breasts while watching my wanton behavior, thrusting his hips upwards with force. The sticky, wet fluid inside my vagina was giving him immense pleasure. Boss Zhang was excitedly fucking me.

　　"Fah!... Ah!... Grandpa!... God!... Oh!... Ah!" I shook my head, shouting incoherently, the stimulation from both ends leaving my mind blank.

　　*Thud!* With a "whoosh," Boss Xu pulled his penis out of my anus, it stiffened twice in the air. He panted heavily, pulled off the condom, and said, "Wow! My anus is so tight! I almost tore the condom."

　　Then, Boss Xu stuck his finger into my anus and started picking at it, before looking at Boss Zhang and saying, "You try this, it's all oily!"

　　Boss Zhang shoved me away, and Boss Xu put on a new condom and lay down on the bed. I straddled Boss Xu, and Boss Zhang penetrated my anus from behind.

　　This threesome lasted for almost half an hour when Boss Xu suddenly said nervously, "I...I want to! Get out of the way!"

　　He shoved me aside forcefully, and Boss Zhang moved away too. Boss Xu pressed down on my buttocks, his hands trembling as he squeezed his penis into my anus, and then began to fuck me relentlessly, each thrust faster than the last!

　　I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I hurriedly started moaning, "Ah! Ah! Asshole! Ah! Ah! Asshole! Ah! Ah!"

　　Amidst my chaotic moans about my asshole, Boss Xu pulled out his penis and quickly pulled off the condom. I hurriedly got up and took the head of his penis into my mouth. Boss Xu shouted, "So good!" and his penis shot hot semen into my mouth!

　　At the same time, Boss Zhang hurriedly shoved his penis into my anus and began fucking me hard. I had just swallowed Boss Xu's semen and shouted loudly again, "Ah! That feels so good! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!" With my last lewd cry, Boss Zhang ejaculated before he could even pull his penis out. He pressed my buttocks down hard, his penis inside my anus, motionless. I felt his penis inside my anus expand several times its original size, and after a series of wild thrusts, hot semen shot out!

　　...

　　After the climax, Boss Zhang and Boss Xu got dressed. Boss Xu grinned lewdly at Boss Zhang and said, "You still can't do it! You ejaculated before you even pulled out!"

　　Boss Zhang retorted, "No matter what you say, I ejaculated later than you, hehe."

　　The two men joked with each other.

　　I laughed and gave both of my thumbs up, saying, "Both of you bosses are amazing! You two are the best at fucking assholes!"

　　Boss Zhang laughed and said, "Big sister, no matter what, without your little asshole, we wouldn't have had this much fun! Hahaha!"

　　Boss Xu and I laughed along.

　　Boss Xu stood up, took out several large bills from his wallet, and stuffed them into my hand, saying cheerfully, "I'll come back to you next time! Hehe."

　　I counted the money; it was quite a lot! I hurriedly laughed and said, "Boss Xu! Look at what you're saying! Why next time? Isn't this time good enough? How about we have a couple more rounds?" After saying that, I whispered to them, "Hey! It's our first time, so we're playing by the rules. If we knew you two were such easygoing people, we could have done some dirty work, that would have been really fun!"

　　Boss Zhang's eyes lit up, and he lewdly asked, "What kind of work?"

　　I smiled and said, "Unprotected sex, and then I'll give you a..." "Live and let loose, and after the firecrackers were set off, I even licked them clean with my little mouth..."

　　Boss Zhang was eager to try, but Boss Xu pulled him back, laughing, and said, "I forgot! There's a dinner party!"

　　This reminded Boss Zhang, who said with a regretful look, "Never mind, never mind! Let's play another time."

　　Seeing there was little hope, I turned and smiled, saying, "It's okay, do you think I'll run away? I'll make you happy sooner or later!"

　　Boss Zhang and Boss Xu smiled politely and walked towards the door.

　　After seeing them off, I got dressed and prepared to get myself something to eat when my pager rang again. I thought to myself: Ah Mao is so lucky, another customer.

　　I rushed downstairs to return the call. When I dialed, Ah Mao cried out urgently, "Sister Yu! You!...My daughter is missing!"

　　Hearing this, I felt a wave of dizziness and nearly collapsed. I steadied myself and shouted, "Ah Mao! What did you say?"

　　Ah Mao said again, "Sister Yu! I'm telling you! Don't worry, I've sent all the brothers out to look for her. My daughter is really missing!"

　　"Ah Mao!! If anything happens to my blind daughter, I'll kill you and cook you!!!" I was frantic and didn't know what to say. Ah

　　Mao was also scared and hurriedly said, "Sister Yu, I really did send everyone out to look! This afternoon, Grandma said she was going out to buy groceries, but she's senile and forgot to lock the door. When she came back, the building door was wide open, and my daughter was gone! Sister Yu, don't worry, I'll dig three feet into the ground to find her!" After saying that, Ah Mao hung up.

　　I hurriedly said, "Hello! Hello!" But the call was disconnected, and when I dialed again, there was no answer.

　　I hung up the phone and stood there blankly in the snow, surrounded by a hazy, gray mist…

　　…

　　For three whole days, I sat by my husband's bedside, staring blankly at him. Amao, covered in dust, stood beside me. I knew our daughter was still missing.

　　I turned to look at Amao, who lowered his head. I smiled bitterly and said, “Amao, don’t look anymore… It’s not your fault, and it’s not Grandma’s fault either. Grandma’s old; don’t frighten her… If you have to blame someone, blame… Ah! Amao, you’re right, my life is so hard!…”

　　Amao was about to speak when I waved my hand, turned to look at my unconscious husband, and whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. I just want to stay with him, to keep him quiet…”

　　Amao paused, then suddenly stamped his foot and walked out.

　　My husband had been unconscious for two whole days. The doctor called me out and only said one thing: “Prepare yourself, just in case…” I didn’t hear the rest.

　　Exhausted from the past few days, I leaned against my husband, drifting off to sleep.

　　Suddenly, I felt someone touch me. I sat up abruptly and saw that my husband had opened his eyes and was looking at me. I quickly leaned closer and whispered, "Are you hungry?" My husband shook his head. I continued, "Are you thirsty?"

　　My husband strained to say, "Where's our daughter? I want to see her."

　　I forced a smile and said, "It's almost Chinese New Year, so I sent her to stay with a grandmother. It's a good place there; there's heating and lots of good food. She won't go hungry..." I couldn't make up anything more, and tears almost streamed down my face.

　　My husband's voice suddenly became clear. He looked at the gray sky outside and mumbled, "Oh, it's almost New Year's... Don't let our daughter go hungry... Don't let her get cold... It's almost New Year's... It's almost New Year's..."

　　My husband seemed very sleepy, and slowly closed his eyes. Suddenly, he opened his eyes again, stared at me intently, and said, "Oh, right, there's something else. From now on, no matter how hard things get, don't go out to work! Take good care of our daughter, listen to me..." After saying that, my husband slowly closed his eyes, and my tears could no longer be held back, flowing down instantly...

　　...

　　...

　　My husband left just like that, leaving me behind...

　　...

　　...

　　It's almost New Year's!

　　The streets came alive with joy, people's faces beamed with happiness, everywhere was bustling with excitement. The television and radio were filled with laughter, the sounds of firecrackers, singing—a scene of pure joy…

　　I was still wearing my worn-out clothes, limping along the roadside, slowly turning into the alley, slowly walking into my dilapidated house. It was so cold inside! The sky outside was still so murky, a hazy gray.

　　I lay down on the bed, fully clothed, and touched my daughter's old rag doll. I held it in my arms, as if my daughter were in my embrace, gently patting it. I took a white medicine bottle from my pocket, trembling as I unscrewed the cap, poured the pills into my palm, and put them one by one into my mouth, carefully chewing the bitter, cold pills, slowly swallowing them, thinking: Eat, eat, after I finish eating, I can see my husband, and my daughter…

　　Ah! I'm so tired, so sleepy! I wanted to rest well, to have a good sleep, and wake up to find the cold gone, the hunger gone… I clutched the rag doll tightly… hugging it…

　　Suddenly…

　　the sky seemed to brighten…

　　The earth was bathed in bright light…

　　a vast expanse of sky and earth…

　　no more hunger…

　　no more cold…

　　everywhere was lush green grass, everywhere were blooming flowers…

　　I saw my husband again, smiling and beckoning to me, holding our daughter in his arms…

　　I rushed to them…

　　and embraced them tightly…

　　Jump! Laugh! …

　　Jump! Laugh! …

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