A Kind and Beautiful Wife (Rewritten Ending)

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First of all, thank you to the original author. However, the ending was a bit too abrupt, so I rewrote it...

Chapter 1:

My wife, Mu Rouxue, is 25 years old, 1.68 meters tall, with large eyes, a classic oval face, fair and delicate skin, and a perfect S-shaped figure (bust 90.0, waist 62.2, hips 90.7). She is like an ivory-carved goddess, generous, dignified, gentle, and serene, inspiring deep admiration in men. Even more impressive are Rouxue's teardrop-shaped breasts, round, full, and firm without sagging, making countless men drool. My 25-year-old wife has developed the most beautiful parts of a woman perfectly; everything is in place, a perfect model of a woman's figure. I originally thought my wife's perfect body belonged only to me, but a few months later I realized I was wrong.

My wife's father is the director of a top-tier hospital in the city, and her mother is a professor at a prestigious university; her family is very well-off. My wife received an excellent education from a young age, and is knowledgeable, reasonable, gentle, and virtuous. Before our marriage, my wife had no fewer than a hundred suitors, some offering houses, others cars, but my proud wife disdained the temptations of money and chose to marry me, an ordinary man. Therefore, I cherish her even more and obey her every command. Regarding children, my wife feels we are still young and don't want to have children too early, so we always use condoms during sex, even the first time.

My wife is a middle school teacher at a public university, and her profession adds to her scholarly air. Whenever I see her reciting poetry to the children, she is incredibly beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven.

Today, in early summer, the scene before me made my blood boil as soon as I opened my eyes. Rouxue was wearing a white V-neck tight-fitting sweater, perfectly highlighting her large, round, teardrop-shaped breasts, with a deep cleavage that was incredibly alluring. She wore a black apron skirt that tightly hugged her plump buttocks, making them appear even more pert. Combined with her slender waist, her S-shaped figure was incredibly sexy and perfect.

At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself. I immediately jumped out of bed and pounced on my wife, tightly embracing her from behind. My hands kneaded her perfect breasts incessantly. Because her dress had a low neckline, I casually pulled down her collar, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts before my eyes. A few blue veins were visible on her white breasts, and her pink nipples were half-covered by a white lace bra, which seemed about to burst. I bit down on the flesh above my wife's nipple and sucked desperately. Seeing this, my wife gently held my head and gently lifted her breasts so I could suckle more of her flesh.

Just as I was enjoying this, my wife suddenly cried out, "Oh no, I'm going to be late!" and slowly pushed me away. My gentle wife picked up her bag, kissed my forehead, and then turned and walked out of the house. Little did she know that this would be the last time I enjoyed my wife's soft and full breasts.

After leaving home, Rouxue sped off on her pink electric scooter towards the school. A gust of wind blew, and her long, flowing hair danced in the breeze, making her exceptionally alluring. Every man on the street turned to stare.

Just then, Rouxue suddenly saw several children throwing stones at a beggar under a bridge. Kind-hearted Rouxue rode forward to stop them. Being a teacher, she was quite adept at dealing with children. Rouxue shouted, "You little devils are bullying the weak again! I don't like you anymore!"

The children, seeing how sexy Rouxue looked today, especially her round, full, teardrop-shaped breasts, like ripe papayas hanging on her chest, and the deep cleavage that was endlessly alluring, stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded.

"Aren't you going to class?" Rouxue commanded. Only then did the children react, their tongues lolling out as they ran towards the school.

Seeing the children run off, Rouxue turned around to help the beggar. He was about 50 years old, ragged and filthy, emanating a disgusting stench. Rouxue took two steps forward and looked closer; the old beggar was very thin, his sunken eyes clearly indicating malnutrition. The

old beggar, lying on the ground, looked up and saw a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings. Looking up further, he saw a pair of semi-circular protrusions blocking his view. The old beggar rubbed his eyes and looked again; he realized it was a beautiful woman's full, firm breasts, and he was immediately stunned. The kind-hearted Rouxue, perhaps noticing the old beggar staring intently at her breasts, blushed and quickly took a step back, squatted down, and reached out to help the old beggar.

The old beggar slowly rose up, guided by his wife's arm. Just then, he saw his wife's white breasts, exposed as she bent over, revealing a deep cleavage due to their fullness. He shuddered and slipped, falling to the ground. Rouxue was terrified. She quickly bent down and lifted the old beggar's arms, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The kind wife was unaware that the old beggar had slipped because he was captivated by her beauty. The old beggar gradually recovered and chuckled, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, my old bones are easily broken!"

The kind wife tried to help the old beggar up, but unbeknownst to her, he deliberately leaned against Rouxue, his elbow intentionally touching her breast. Rouxue's full and sexy body, combined with her soft breasts, completely captivated the old beggar.

Rouxue felt the old beggar's elbow pressing tightly against her breast, but fearing he would fall again, she gritted her teeth and endured it, slightly raising her breasts to support his body. Because Rouxue's breasts were full and soft, the old beggar's elbow was completely embedded in her flesh.

Seeing the old beggar stand up, his wife quickly withdrew her hand and took a few steps back, keeping a distance of several meters from him.

The old beggar revealed his uneven teeth and said, "Thank you, sister."

Rouxue suddenly smelled a foul stench emanating from the old beggar's mouth and quickly replied, "You're welcome."

"Uncle, do you live here alone all year round? Where are your children?" his wife asked.

"Sister, I don't even have a wife, so where would I get children? What woman would want to be with a beggar like us from the countryside!" The old beggar's answer filled Rouxue with a pang of sorrow and pity.

Suddenly, the old beggar's expression turned to pain as he clutched his right arm with his left. He had slipped and fallen, scraping his arm and bleeding profusely. His kind wife, seeing this, quickly rushed forward to check the wound. Taking advantage of the situation, the old beggar feigned weakness and leaned against Rou Xue's voluptuous body. His wife, preoccupied with his injury, allowed him to rest against her mature, full figure.

His dirty hands rested on Rou Xue's upturned buttocks. Because he was only about 1.7 meters tall, his shoulders were completely against Rou Xue's chest. Her gentle, feminine scent and faint milky fragrance aroused his erection. From a distance, the scene resembled a beautiful, elegant, and sexy woman embracing a ragged, filthy, and dark-skinned beggar.

The kind-hearted wife, seeing the beggar's bleeding arm and having no usable gauze in her bag, hastily took off her black stockings and skillfully bandaged the old beggar's wound. The old beggar, seeing Rouxue's long, slender, fair legs, thought, "How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? How can her legs be so perfect?" Rouxue finished bandaging the old beggar's wound and, seeing it was getting late, hurriedly rode her bicycle to school. The old beggar was left standing there, still foolishly intoxicated by the woman's fragrance.

Rouxue arrived at school late. The 40-year-old vice-principal, Wang Gang, wearing thick glasses, was standing on the balcony smoking. Suddenly seeing Rouxue's late arrival, he thought, "Beauty, today I've finally caught you red-handed, hehe."

Sure enough, Principal Wang called Rouxue to his office. He said with ill intent, "Teacher Mu, being late is a violation of school rules, especially at a key provincial university like ours." Rouxue quickly apologized profusely to Principal Wang.

But how could Principal Wang let such a good opportunity pass by? He walked to Rouxue's side and suddenly hugged her tightly. His rough hands caressed Rouxue's plump buttocks, sinking deep into her full and elastic buttocks.

Rou Xue was stunned by the sudden turn of events. By the time she reacted, Principal Wang was already trying to bury his head in her deep cleavage. Just then, Rou Xue suddenly pushed him away forcefully and slapped him across the face. Tears welling in her eyes, Rou Xue turned and ran out of the principal's office, leaving Principal Wang standing there dumbfounded, still savoring the image of the beautiful woman's alluring buttocks.

The old beggar, in all his years, had never seen such a beauty. Rou Xue's pretty face alone was a rare and stunning beauty, not to mention her flawless figure. A thought suddenly flashed through the old beggar's mind: "How wonderful it would be if I could have such a beauty as my wife, and have her impregnate me, giving me a big, healthy son!" Lost in thought, the old beggar removed the stockings left by the beauty from his arm, wrapped them around his dark, engorged penis, and fantasized about Rou Xue's full, white body, frantically masturbating.

Perhaps the old beggar had been too aroused earlier, and having never encountered such a stunning beauty before, he masturbated for an exceptionally long time this time. Afterwards, panting heavily, he leaned against the wall, thinking he was like a toad trying to eat swan meat. How could such a beautiful woman possibly give a second glance to a filthy beggar like him?

As he thought this, time ticked by. Suddenly, the old beggar saw the beauty riding her bicycle towards him in the distance. It was already evening, and Rou Xue had finished work. The old beggar quickly folded the stockings the beauty had left behind, stood up, and strode towards Rou Xue.

Rou Xue despised bullies like Wang Gang. She not only slapped Vice Principal Wang but also went to complain to the principal. However, the kind-hearted wife didn't know that the principal was Vice Principal Wang's backer; they were in cahoots. Vice Principal Wang, having been scolded by the principal for what had just happened, harbored resentment and was plotting a brilliant plan to possess the beautiful wife.

Chapter 2

! Rouxue suddenly cried out, startled by the old beggar who had suddenly rushed towards her. Before she could recover, she saw the old beggar's rough, bark-like hands clutching Rouxue's black stockings tightly, standing before her like a child reluctant to part with a beloved toy. It turned out the old beggar had come to return the stockings. Rouxue reached out her delicate hands and took the soaking wet stockings. She wanted to throw them away but feared hurting the old beggar's pride, so she put the semen-soaked stockings into her bag.

Rouxue looked the old beggar up and down. He was barefoot, his clothes were tattered and filthy, and his hair was disheveled and covered in dust. The kind-hearted wife thought to herself how unfair fate was; such a simple countryman like the old beggar was reduced to such a miserable state, while someone like Wang Gang, who swaggered around, lived such a carefree life. She couldn't help but sigh. The old beggar, bewildered by his wife's condition, asked, "Sister, what's wrong?" Rouxue smiled sweetly at him and replied, "Why did you come out without shoes?" The old beggar lowered his head and stammered, "I forgot."

As evening approached and the temperature began to drop, the old beggar shivered. Seeing this, Rouxue felt pity and said to him, "It's so cold at night, how come you don't even have a warm coat?" The kind-hearted wife didn't think too much and only wanted to help the poor old beggar. Remembering that she had some clothes she didn't wear at home, she said, "How about this, I have some clothes I don't wear at home. Come back with me, and I'll get some for you." The old beggar

was moved by his kind wife, his eyes welling up with tears, and he stammered, "Thank you, thank you." "You sit in the back, I'll give you a ride," his wife said gently. The old beggar sat shakily on the back of his wife's electric scooter. At this moment, his wife's graceful back was fully visible to the old beggar. Her slender waist was like a willow branch, and below it were her perfect, tender buttocks. Compared to her plump buttocks, the seat of the electric scooter looked particularly small.

Suddenly, the old beggar noticed a mark on his wife's back that looked like a thin belt. Trembling, he asked, "Young lady, why are you wearing a belt on your back?" His wife hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "It's not a belt, it's a woman's bra." The old beggar, from the countryside, had never been with a woman before and naturally didn't know what a bra was. He then asked, "What's a bra for?" His wife was at a loss for words, but thinking that not answering would make her seem ill-mannered, she decided to treat it as a lesson. Her cheeks flushed, and she replied shyly, "A bra is for women to protect their breasts, otherwise, heavy breasts look unsightly!" Perhaps sensing what the old beggar was about to ask, she quickly changed the subject, saying, "Look, my house is just ahead." The old beggar craned his neck to look ahead, thinking, "My goodness, what kind of place is this? The gate alone is over ten meters wide, with tall European-style guard posts on both sides, and police officers standing guard at the entrance." Little did he know that Rouxue came from a wealthy family and lived in the city's most upscale residential area. They

quickly arrived at the gate, where a fierce-looking security guard suddenly stepped forward and stopped Rouxue, pointing at the old beggar in the back seat, saying, "Miss Mu, hello. Our community is a high-end one, inhabited by people of status. If we let a beggar like this in and our superiors see him, we'll be in big trouble." The old beggar, terrified, quickly crouched behind Rouxue. Rouxue stopped the car and gave the guard a captivating, angelic smile. "Everyone knows Miss Mu is the most beautiful woman in this community, but I never imagined her smile could be so breathtaking," the guard thought. Before Rouxue even spoke, he was already completely mesmerized, and quickly opened the gate to let Rouxue and the old beggar into the community.

The old beggar was stunned upon entering the residential area. The area boasted lakes and mountains, a truly idyllic scene. "We're here, this is my home," Rouxue said, leading the old beggar inside. Never having been to such a luxurious place before, the old beggar appeared very nervous, looking around nervously, hesitant to enter. Seeing this, Rouxue said, "Come in. My husband is working overtime and hasn't come home yet. Please sit for a while; I'll get you a glass of water." The old beggar timidly walked to the living room and sat on the floor. "There's a sofa here, why are you sitting on the floor? Get up!" his wife said. "My clothes are dirty, I'm afraid of getting your chairs dirty, so I'll sit on the floor," the old beggar said. Seeing the old beggar's insistence on sitting on the floor, his wife didn't say anything more. She went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and handed it to the old beggar. The old beggar's rough, bark-like hands touched his wife's delicate, flowing hands. Rouxue blushed slightly and quickly withdrew her hands, saying, "You're here, I'll go get you your clothes."

The old beggar suddenly noticed an artistic portrait of his wife hanging on the wall at the far end of the living room. The portrait, taken before their marriage, was exceptionally beautiful and ethereal. As if bewitched, the old beggar walked towards the photo. Before he knew it, he was standing right in front of it. Suddenly, he noticed the door to his wife's room wasn't fully closed, leaving a small crack.

The old beggar was about to push the door open to ask if his wife was done, but just as he opened the door and was about to speak, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning. His wife, with her back to the door, had taken off her top, which he had soiled, revealing her delicate, pink back. The old beggar had never seen such a sexy figure! A slender neck, fair shoulders, a willow-like waist, long, wavy hair cascading down her back—the well-proportioned lines exuded a mature charm; she was simply a work of art. At this moment, the wife gently turned slightly to the side, bending down to pick up the cream-colored t-shirt from the bed and put it on. This turn allowed the old beggar to admire half of his wife's snow-white breast. Because his wife's breasts were full and firm, the t-shirt didn't slip down directly, but stayed on her full breasts, just covering her pink nipples and half of her areolas, revealing the lower half of her breasts. The teardrop-shaped breasts were the fullest, the snow-white flesh paired with the pink areolas, making the old beggar instinctively swallow his saliva. The wife brushed her wavy hair to one side and slowly pulled the t-shirt down from her full breasts. Just then, she suddenly saw the old beggar standing at the door, staring at her breasts as if he were in a trance, and screamed "Ah!"

The old beggar snapped out of his daze, quickly closed the door, and turned to run away. However, he had been so focused on looking that he forgot there was a cabinet behind him and bumped into it, falling to the ground. Seeing this, the wife, without even bothering to straighten her clothes, quickly helped the old beggar to a seat on the sofa.

The old beggar covered his forehead, head bowed, avoiding his wife's gaze. His wife's pretty face was as red as an apple; she sat silently beside him. Rouxue had been raised with strict discipline and had never allowed any other man besides me to see her naked. But Rouxue knew the old beggar hadn't meant it, and at this moment, she didn't know what to say.

Just then, the phone rang. "Hello, Miss Mu, this is Sister Zhang. Are you home?" "Oh, hello, I'm home." "Okay, I'll be there in a bit." It turned out to be the housekeeper my wife usually hired, coming to clean the house. My wife quickly took out a few sets of old clothes I didn't wear and gave them to the old beggar before seeing him out. The old beggar, thinking Rou Xue was angry with him, quickly explained, "Sister, I... I didn't know you were changing..." "It's alright, don't worry," Rou Xue said gently.

And so, Rou Xue escorted the old beggar out of the noble and luxurious neighborhood, walking alone on the street. At this moment, the old beggar was completely captivated by Rou Xue's graceful figure and angelic face, muttering to himself, "So beautiful, this is a female bodhisattva." After seeing the old beggar off, Rou Xue felt very conflicted. Thinking about how every inch of her delicate 25-year-old body had been exposed to a 50-year-old beggar, she felt extremely regretful, regretting her carelessness.

I got home very late from work, and my wife was already asleep when I entered the bedroom. Bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, her angelic face, combined with the fact that she was lying on her side wearing a low-cut t-shirt, naturally revealed a sexy cleavage – a perfect blend of angel and sexiness. If it weren't so late, I would have enjoyed myself, no matter how tired I was. Returning to the living room, I saw a note on the table: "Honey, there's something in the fridge if you're hungry. Remember not to eat too much tonight." My wife is always so gentle and considerate.

My company is launching a new project and has decided to assign me to lead it – a fantastic opportunity for promotion and a raise. Although we're not short of money, my wife comes from a very wealthy family, and as a man, I always hope to achieve something in my career to be worthy of her. So, I decided to comply with the company's arrangement.

The next morning, I told my wife about it. Although she was reluctant for me to be away from home for so long, she's always understanding and respectful of my feelings, so she agreed. After helping me pack my luggage, my wife complained that I should have told him sooner so she could have taken time off to see me off. I comforted her, "Honey, don't worry about me. I'm not a child who doesn't know the airport. You go to work, don't be late." My wife reluctantly went to work, telling me not to overwork myself and to make sure I got some rest. So, at noon, I took the flight booked by the company to the new market.

Chapter 3

: Back at the Bridge Pier. The old beggar couldn't sleep for a long time because of what he saw last night. Rou Xue's angelic face and sexy figure, especially the scene of her bare breasts and her hand playing with her hair, were deeply imprinted in his mind. He fantasized about this scene and masturbated countless times before finally collapsing from exhaustion and falling asleep. Perhaps on this cold night, only Rou Xue's perfect body could heal the old beggar's wounded heart.

A piercing car horn woke the old beggar. Rubbing his eyes, he was about to curse when he suddenly saw a young woman, about twenty years old, riding a bicycle slowly towards him. As she drew closer, he realized it was none other than his goddess, Rou Xue.

Rou Xue had a delicate face, a waist-length ponytail, and wore a cream-colored, open-front cardigan over a white tube top, perfectly accentuating the full breasts of a twenty-five-year-old woman. She wore light blue, low-waisted, cropped skinny jeans, making her already rounded, pert buttocks appear even more shapely. This casual outfit instantly made Rou Xue seem like she was back in her youthful twenties. The

old beggar was about to apologize for what happened the night before when Rou Xue seemed not to see him, riding past the bridge pier and slowly disappearing into the distance. The old beggar was very puzzled.

At this moment, in the principal's office, the principal was scolding Wang Gang, "Wang Gang, Wang Gang, you're not getting any younger and still no woman is willing to marry you. Aren't you afraid your aunt won't be able to close her eyes in peace?" It turned out that the principal was Wang Gang's cousin. This forty-year-old man, Wang Gang, had not yet found a woman. One reason was his ugly appearance; wherever he went, his belly would appear before he did. The other reason was that he was lecherous; his eyes would light up and he would drool whenever he saw a pretty woman. He often went out to philander and was caught and taken to the police station.

"Cousin, I'm going to get married! I want to marry a woman like Teacher Mu. I won't marry anyone but Teacher Mu in this lifetime!" Wang Gang replied. The principal slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Teacher Mu has been married before. How can you marry her? Besides, Teacher Mu's father is the dean. I can't afford to offend him!" Wang Gang retorted with a smirk, "So what if she's married? There are plenty of divorces these days. If you want your aunt to rest in peace, you'll have to help me." The principal was so angry at Wang Gang that his eyes glared like a bull's.

Rou Xue actually saw the old beggar, but thinking about what happened last night, she didn't know how to face him. She was at a loss and pretended not to see him, so she quickly came to the school. "Beep beep." "Hello, Teacher Mu. This is the principal. I need you to come to the principal's office now. I have something important to discuss." Rou Xue received a call from Principal Li as soon as she arrived at the school.

"Principal Li, is there something you need?" "Teacher Mu, please sit down. Teacher Mu looks so elegant and refined today," Principal Li said. "Thank you," Rou Xue replied. "Teacher Mu, I've already dealt with Wang Gang's matter. I've removed him from his position as vice principal and deducted half a year's bonus. Are you satisfied with this outcome?" The kind wife replied, "He probably knows he was wrong, so let's leave it at that."

Principal Li said, "Teacher Mu is truly magnanimous. Wang Gang's behavior was indeed despicable, but he made this mistake because he has long admired you. Plus, his elderly mother is seriously ill, and he desperately wants to find a wife to reassure her." Rouxue didn't know how to respond to Principal Li's words, only feeling a pang of guilt. Principal Li continued, "To be honest, Wang Gang's mother is my aunt. My aunt's greatest wish in this life is to see her future daughter-in-law, but this unfilial son refuses to bring a girl back to put her mind at ease. If Teacher Mu were willing to help by pretending to be my brother's wife and accompanying my brother to meet my aunt, she would surely be at peace."

Rouxue replied, "How can that be? I'm married." Principal Li said, "Teacher Mu is just pretending. It's to put the old man's mind at ease. Maybe if he's happy, his condition will improve. Teacher Mu, please help me out. I won't bring any other girl home except for you, my unfilial son." The kind-hearted wife remained silent for a long time before finally agreeing. "Teacher Mu, it's settled then. We'll go back the day after tomorrow, Saturday."

The wife didn't know whether she should help or not, and absentmindedly finished her classes that day. After work, she had planned to go shopping, but now she wasn't in the mood and quickly went home. Perhaps she was tired, and she fell asleep quickly. She didn't wake up until evening and quickly grabbed her clothes to take a shower.

The wife took her change of clothes to the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature to prepare for a shower. Because it was an upscale community, the apartments had high ceilings, making the space more spacious and comfortable, so the bathroom window was also high, which the wife didn't notice. At that moment, a figure was darting around in the tree outside the window.

In the misty rain, a hazy, enchanting beauty, completely naked, her skin as white as jade, glistened with water droplets that sparkled and shimmered on her alabaster skin. Raindrops splashed onto her high, firm breasts, sliding down to her pink nipples. Because of her full, firm, and upturned breasts, the droplets slid from her ruby nipples to the lower part of her breasts, like a large droplet hanging from a smaller one. Water droplets from her wavy hair splashed onto her round, upturned white buttocks, tracing the most beautiful arc in the world before disappearing into a dark forest. Her slender waist was perfectly proportioned, and her long, delicate legs were flawless. At this moment, the bright moonlight shone on her naked, jade-like body, making her seem like a moon goddess descended to earth.

"Ah, help!" A cry for help interrupted his wife's blissful bath. Rouxue listened closely and realized it was the old beggar's voice. She quickly dried herself, put on her clothes, and went outside. She

saw two security guards pinning the old beggar to the ground. The old beggar was no match for the young guards and was already subdued, lying obediently on the ground. The old beggar kept groaning, his expression seemingly in great pain. "Miss Mu, we've discovered this beggar climbing a tree with malicious intent," a security guard said. Rouxue's heart skipped a beat. "Then, during my bath, my body was completely exposed!"

Kind-hearted Rouxue suddenly noticed the old beggar's left leg was bleeding. Without thinking, she rushed forward to persuade the security guards to release him, emphasizing the need to save him first.

The two guards were unaware that the old beggar had been blatantly ogling every inch of their goddess's body. Overwhelmed by the sight of his goddess standing naked less than ten meters away, the old beggar had pulled out his dark, engorged penis and started masturbating while still in the tree, causing him to fall. Otherwise, they probably wouldn't have let him off the hook.

Rouxue quickly dialed 120 and took the old beggar to her father's hospital for treatment. The next morning, the old beggar woke up, slightly opening his eyes. He saw a beautiful woman smiling at him in the warm, bright sunlight. The old beggar muttered to himself, "Have I gone to heaven? Is this an angel?" Rouxue gently asked, "What are you saying?" The old beggar then realized what she meant.

The old beggar, fearing his wife would blame him for the previous night's events and leave again, hurriedly explained, "Sister, I wanted to apologize to you last night, but the security guards wouldn't let me in, so I had to crawl through a dog hole. Once inside, I couldn't get through the door, and I didn't dare call out to you loudly, thinking I could see you through the window if I climbed a tree."

"My name is Mu Rouxue, you can call me Rouxue from now on," his wife interrupted. The kind-hearted wife felt deeply guilty because of her previous indifference, which had led to the old beggar's serious injury and subsequent lameness, and now she only wanted to make amends. Looking at the old beggar with his left leg in a thick cast, the kind-hearted wife's eyes began to redden.

Rouxue took leave from school and went home to have some nourishing food prepared. She changed her clothes, wearing a pink fitted sweater and a brown midi skirt, and a pink headband with a bow, before returning to the hospital.

Just as they reached the ward door, they found the old beggar lying on the ground. The wife quickly helped him up, asking, "Why are you lying on the ground?" The old beggar replied helplessly, "They all think I'm dirty and won't touch me." "Sister," the wife said gently, "Just call me Rouxue." "Rouxue, don't worry about me. Someone like me doesn't deserve to be cared for. It's better to die sooner." With that, the old beggar lowered his head and sobbed twice.

This deeply touched the kind wife's heart. Tears welled in her eyes as she softly said, "I'm here. I'll take good care of you." Under the warm sunlight, a woman with rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, big eyes, and a high nose bridge, wearing a pink top, exuded femininity. The old beggar ate the nourishing food Rouxue personally fed him while admiring this beautiful woman.

After the old beggar finished eating, he watched as Rouxue gradually fell asleep. Rouxue covered the old beggar with a blanket and stormed into the dean's office. "Dad, why is no one taking care of my friend in his ward?" his wife questioned. "Oh, Dad has been too busy and hasn't noticed your friend. Isn't he in a VIP ward?" she said. "The nurses at your hospital don't even want to touch him. How can they take care of him?" "Ah, how could this be? Saving lives is a doctor's duty. How can they be so prejudiced against the poor? I'll talk to them later." "My dear daughter, don't be angry with your father." Dean Mu had always cherished his daughter like a precious jewel, giving her whatever she wanted.

After cuddling with her father, Rouxue returned to the old beggar. He looked dejected. Rouxue asked, "What's wrong?" The old beggar replied, "A brother wants to visit me, but I'm too ashamed to face him! My brother has married a woman in the countryside, built a small house, but... but I'm still a beggar! Alas!" "In the countryside, having no offspring is considered unfilial. I don't even have a woman yet, how can I face my brother? Alas!"

It turned out the old beggar hadn't always been a beggar. In his youth, he was a laborer, and this brother was just a childhood friend, not related by blood. Later, at forty, having never seen a woman, he impulsively peeked at the village head's fat wife. He was discovered and beaten, suffering internal injuries that prevented him from doing heavy work for the rest of his life. The old beggar truly regretted it; it wasn't worth it for such a fat woman. Rouxue's body was like a fairy and a sow—a cruel contrast.

A while ago, an old beggar met a fellow beggar from his hometown and boasted that he had found a very beautiful woman. Unexpectedly, this fellow beggar went back to his village and spread the news far and wide. This so-called brother, ostensibly to visit the old beggar, was actually there to laugh at him.

Kind-hearted Rouxue felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this, thinking, "Do poor people really not deserve partners?" Thinking this, Rouxue whispered, "When your brother comes, tell him I—I am your woman." The old beggar, not hearing his wife clearly, seemed somewhat pleased and said, "In our village, if a man sees a woman's body, then that woman is that man's woman. So, isn't that fat woman my woman?" Rouxue, her cheeks flushed, softly replied, "You've seen my body too, so aren't I your woman too?"

Chapter 4:

It was all her fault that the old beggar had become a cripple. Anyway, it was just to let the old beggar regain his self-respect in front of his fellow villagers; wasn't that a kind of compensation? Kind-hearted Rouxue comforted herself.

"Sister, sister, I need to relieve myself," the old beggar called out. Rouxue was stunned for a moment before realizing that the old beggar wanted to urinate. Rouxue quickly handed the chamber pot to the old beggar and turned her back.

However, the old beggar had never enjoyed urinating in bed before, and he couldn't urinate no matter what he did. He said again, "Sister, I've never urinated in bed before, this... this just won't come out. Never mind, I'll go to the toilet."

Rouxue quickly went out to find a nurse or a male doctor to help, but the nurses all thought the old beggar was dirty and had already kept their distance. Helpless, Rouxue turned around and saw the old beggar trying to get up. His wife quickly came over to support him, but the frail wife couldn't support him with just her arm. Helpless, the wife had to put the old beggar's left hand over his head and onto her left shoulder, helping him walk towards the toilet.

The old beggar never imagined he could hold such a delicate and beautiful wife like this. His heart pounded, and his breathing quickened. Through a thin sweater, his left hand could vaguely feel his wife's soft, delicate shoulder. Because her skin was so smooth and jade-like, he hadn't noticed her pink sweater being pulled aside, revealing a stark contrast between her delicate, eggshell-like skin and his rough, dark hands.

Rouxue helped the old beggar to the toilet. His wife forcefully turned her flushed face away, her long eyelashes fluttering.

Holding such a delicate beauty, inhaling her faint feminine fragrance, the old beggar's lower body was already erect. With a slight pull, his entire penis sprang out. The dirty, ugly penis, resembling a venomous snake's head, stood erect, glaring at his delicate wife beside him, thick fluid dripping from its head.

Time ticked by, and the old beggar stared lewdly at his beautiful wife's smooth, jade-like shoulders and her round, firm breasts rising and falling with her breath. This caused his veiny, black penis to stand at a 120-degree angle for nearly five minutes, unable to urinate, only a trickle of fluid dripping from its tip.

Rou Xue was getting impatient, but too embarrassed to turn away, she gently asked, "Are you done?"

"Knock, knock," a knock came at the door. The old beggar reluctantly shoved his penis back into his pants and was helped back to bed by his wife.

Rou Xue opened the door to find a handsome man holding flowers standing outside. "Our Miss Mu is getting more and more charming; even the flowers in my hand pale in comparison!"

"Lin Fan, it's you! When did you get back?" Rou Xue said sweetly.

This Lin Fan was my wife's father's prized student, and he and my wife were childhood sweethearts. He was also my biggest rival in love back then. In terms of family background, looks, and career, he surpassed me. Perhaps because we grew up together, my wife always treated him like an older brother and never had any romantic feelings for him. After being gently rejected by my wife, Lin Fan heartbrokenly flew abroad to focus on his career.

"I came back specifically for you. I want to pursue you again," Lin Fan said earnestly.

Rouxue replied in alarm, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm already married!"

"Haha, I was just joking," Lin Fan laughed.

Rouxue sweetly slapped Lin Fan, "Oh, you, you tease me as soon as you get back." Rouxue was so engrossed in her conversation that she completely ignored the old beggar.

Little did his wife know that fifty-year-old men are extremely possessive and jealous, especially someone like the old beggar who lacked social standing and was deeply insecure. Lying on the bed, the old beggar gazed at the twenty-five-year-old woman before him, brimming with sexual allure. Her charming face, fair skin, full breasts, long, beautiful legs, and elegant, sweet attire made his engorged penis swell unbearably. His rough hands roughly rubbed his penis under the covers. But no matter how hard he rubbed, he couldn't find satisfaction.

Suddenly, the old beggar let out a groan, interrupting Rouxue and Lin Fan's conversation. His wife rushed to his side, anxiously asking, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

After what had just happened, coupled with his wife's earlier promise, the old beggar was now smugly harboring a bold fantasy that his wife was truly his woman. Seeing Lin Fan still standing outside the door, and fearing his wife's anger, he muttered under his breath, "In our village, women are meant to stay home, serve their men, and take care of the children. They can't just talk to other men outside."

He immediately regretted his words; he was afraid—afraid his wife would be angry and abandon him, afraid he would never see his angelic wife again.

Just as he was about to explain, Rou Xue shyly lowered her head, then turned and walked towards Lin Fan, exchanging a few words with him before Lin Fan reluctantly left.

After seeing Lin Fan off, Rou Xue returned to the old beggar's bedside and gently said, "You should rest well. I'm going back now. I'll come see you again tomorrow morning." Although the old beggar was extremely reluctant to part, it was getting late, and he had no good excuse to keep his wife. He could only agree and watch her leave with heavy hearts.

Chapter 5

The next morning, the hospital corridor was bustling with activity. A man around 30 years old, about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat that was large enough to be a skirt, was urinating in the hospital corridor. This terrified the female nurses, who all screamed and hid from him.

The man, perhaps finding it amusing, even grinned at the nurses. Just then, hospital security guards arrived and were about to subdue him when a man around 50 years old, with dark skin and a fierce face, suddenly slapped the younger man on the back of the head. The younger man was stunned by the slap and collapsed to the ground, wailing for a while.

The older man quickly smiled apologetically at the two security guards, saying, "Brothers, my son's brain isn't working properly. I've already taught him a lesson. Please don't hold it against me." This forced smile startled the two security guards, who repeatedly said, "Keep an eye on your family. If you do this again, we won't be so polite."

The old beggar was still dreaming of Rou Xue's ample breasts and shapely buttocks when he suddenly heard someone calling his name, "Er Gouzi, Er Gouzi." The accent sounded so familiar. Opening his eyes, he saw the man standing before him. "Brother Gou Sheng, it's you! When did you get here?" the old beggar said.

The older man was the brother the old beggar had mentioned working odd jobs with in the village, and the younger man was Gou Sheng's adopted son, Gou Bao, who had suffered a brain injury from a fever when he was adopted.

Gou Sheng looked around and said, "Old man, you're doing pretty well, managing to stay in such a high-class hospital room." Hearing this, the old beggar was overjoyed and loudly replied, "Of course! My wife arranged this for me!" Gou Sheng, being the eldest son since childhood, had a very strong personality, and hearing the old beggar's words, he felt deeply hurt. He was immediately consumed by jealousy and said, "I heard you found a woman? Where is she? Let me tell you, my woman is untouchable. I say one thing, she doesn't dare say another; I go east, she doesn't dare go west."

The old beggar stammered, unable to speak, thinking, "Could Rouxue be angry with me yesterday and no longer care about me?" "What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? I knew you were just bragging, haha," Gou Sheng laughed maliciously. At this moment, a loud "bang" came from outside the window.

Gou Sheng and Gou Bao quickly went to the window and looked out, immediately stunned by the scene before them. In the gentle morning light, a beautiful woman with delicate features and waist-length hair was wearing a pink off-shoulder tight-fitting dress. Her pair of round and full breasts trembled slightly with her movements. Her slender, fair legs were paired with a pair of pink high heels, and her noble and elegant temperament was perfect, like a goddess who could topple kingdoms. The noise just now was from two private car owners who, attracted by the woman's stunning beauty, didn't notice what was ahead and collided.

At that moment, Gou Sheng was utterly shocked, thinking, "I even lost my life savings to buy this ugly woman in her thirties, who's practically naked before and after her wedding. She's not even as good as the goddess downstairs." Gou Sheng stared wide-eyed, not even blinking, as he watched the beauty walk into the building.

The old beggar, whose legs were weak and who hadn't noticed what was happening, anxiously asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?" The old beggar's words interrupted Gou Sheng's lewd thoughts. Gou Sheng reluctantly turned around and was surprised to find his crotch bulging. Gou Sheng thought, "Damn it, even this sexually challenged idiot is in heat?"

At that moment, Gou Sheng suddenly smelled a soft, elegant woman's fragrance. Like a male animal smelling a female, his old penis involuntarily became erect.

"Good morning!" Rouxue greeted him with a smile as she entered. The old beggar, Gousheng, and Goubao stared at her blankly, as if they'd lost their souls. Rouxue paused for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong with you all?" Rouxue smiled gently and said, "The porridge is ready for you. Eat it while it's hot." Gousheng turned his head, mouth agape, staring at the old beggar in surprise, muttering incoherently.

"Why don't you introduce me to your brothers?" Rouxue said gently. The old beggar was also dumbfounded, unsure of what to say, stammering incoherently. Seeing that the old beggar couldn't say anything for a while, Rouxue shyly introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Zhao Ergou's girlfriend, my name is Mu Rouxue."

This was the first time in his life that Gou Sheng had been so close to such a beauty. He was completely captivated by Rou Xue's gentle charm. Beneath her arched eyebrows, a pair of large, bright eyes gleamed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair, delicate skin seemed flawless…

“Gou Sheng, Gou Sheng, my woman is looking right at you, why aren’t you saying anything?” the old beggar said anxiously. Gou Sheng finally snapped out of his reverie and replied foolishly, “Okay, okay, that’s wonderful.” Rou Xue couldn’t help but smile sweetly at Gou Sheng’s dazed expression.

Rou Xue poured out the porridge she had brought and fed it to the old beggar herself. Seeing this, Gou Sheng cursed inwardly with resentment, “That damned bastard, he must have accumulated eight lifetimes of good karma to find such a beautiful fairy.” At that moment, a nurse wearing a mask walked in with a frown and said loudly, “Zhao Er Gou, Zhao Er Gou, you can be discharged now. Come back in a week to have your cast removed.” Then she left impatiently.

Upon hearing this, the old beggar became anxious, thinking, "If I go back to the bridge pier, won't I be exposed?" Rou Xue seemed to sense his concern and said shyly, "Then let's go home. If you two don't mind, why don't you come to my house for a simple meal?"

Gou Sheng was so excited he couldn't speak, just nodding repeatedly. Rou Xue hurriedly packed the old beggar's things, and Gou Sheng slapped Gou Bao on the head, scolding, "Hurry up and help the fairy sister!" The old beggar looked at Rou Xue, who now resembled a kind and beautiful wife, and thought to himself, "I mustn't wake up from this dream."

Rou Xue supported the old beggar in front, while Gou Sheng and Gou Bao followed behind carrying the bags. At this moment, Gou Sheng's eyes were only on Rou Xue's full, round buttocks under her pink dress, and his heart was filled with primal animalistic desires. He wished he could pounce on Rou Xue and fuck her round and full buttocks for days and nights.

Soon the four of them arrived home. Gou Sheng and Gou Bao had never seen such a high-end residential area before. The two of them followed Rou Xue closely like children, afraid that they would get lost in this huge community.

Upon arriving home, his wife invited them to rest in the living room before going to the kitchen to see if Sister Zhang had prepared the meal. Gou Sheng secretly thought, "I can't let that bastard Er Gouzi get away with this so easily; I'll definitely teach him a lesson." Soon after, Rou Xue and Sister Zhang had arranged the dinner. "Miss Mu, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now," Sister Zhang said as she finished preparing the food and left.

His wife called out, "The food is ready, please sit down." Gou Sheng and Gou Bao sat lecherously on either side of his wife, while the old beggar sat to the side. The three of them had never tasted such delicious food before, and they devoured it greedily, all the while glancing at Rou Xue's ample breasts.

Suddenly, Gou Sheng put down his chopsticks and bowl, his face full of sorrow, and said to Rou Xue, "Alas, sister, I'm 55 this year, and I only have this one son. Who knew he'd get a brain injury from a fever when he was little? Now he's over 30 and still can't distinguish between men and women." "In our area, the greatest filial impiety is having no offspring," he continued, "and if this son can't distinguish between men and women, my family line will end!" As he spoke, a few tears welled up in Gou Sheng's eyes.

His kind wife quickly comforted him, "Brother, don't worry. Modern medicine is so advanced; there must be a way to cure him." Gou Sheng continued, "Sister, I saw this bastard see you today, and he got really hard. It must be a miracle that he saw a fairy. I wonder if you would be willing to help us?"

Hearing this, his kind wife lowered her head shyly and softly asked, "How do you want me to help?" Upon hearing his wife's words, Gou Sheng excitedly exclaimed, "As long as my little bastard sees a woman's body, and lets him know what a woman is, his illness will definitely be cured!"

Rou Xue, though wanting to help Gou Sheng, held strict upbringing and valued chastity highly. She wouldn't easily agree, repeatedly saying, "No, no!" His wife seemed somewhat angry and left the table for the room. Seeing this, Gou Sheng said to Er Gouzi beside him, "Brother Er Gou, go and persuade your woman. If she's willing to help, I guarantee you can go back to your hometown."

The old beggar, having endured years of begging and the contempt of the world, longed to return to his village but feared encountering the village head and his henchmen, and thus dared not go back. Hearing Gou Sheng's words, he struggled internally for a long time before finally agreeing. He got up, leaning on his cane, and went to the room.

Suddenly, the old beggar prostrated himself before Rou Xue, tears streaming down his face, and explained everything to his wife. Kind-hearted Rouxue was deeply moved by the sight of the disabled old beggar. She said, "Alright, you can go out now. Let me change my clothes." The old beggar, tears streaming down his face, quickly left the room.

Rouxue was torn. On one hand, she adhered to her moral principles; on the other, she felt indebted to the old beggar and a country person in need of help. Her face flushed red, and tears welled in her eyes as she gently removed her pink dress. She opened the wardrobe and took out a white, sheer nightgown.

This sexy nightgown was a gift I gave my wife for her 25th birthday. She had always complained that it was too transparent and revealing and had never worn it, no matter how much I pleaded.

At this moment, his wife was like a piece of jade created by God, with an angelic face, long, wavy hair, and skin as white and translucent as jade. Her full, firm, and perky breasts were encased in a small white bra, her slender waist was without an ounce of excess fat, and her plump, round buttocks, visible beneath her white panties, were so tender they seemed to drip with moisture. Her long, slender, and pink legs were simply perfect, as if measured and created by God.

Outside the door, Gou Sheng, Gou Bao, and the old beggar were already impatient, their minds filled with fantasies about the beauty's body. Just then, Rou Xue gently and slowly emerged from the dim light of the room. Although the light was very dim, Rou Xue's pure white body was translucent, radiating a pure white glow.

Although Gou Sheng and the other two had been fantasizing about Rou Xue's perfect body, they never imagined that their wife possessed such extraordinary temperament and captivating beauty. The three were utterly astonished, realizing that such a beauty should not exist in this world!

Chapter 6.

The delicate goddess, arms crossed, shyly turned her face to one side. The thin, white silk gauze perfectly revealed her unparalleled sexiness. At this moment, the goddess was slowly walking into the living room with light steps. The three men, like hungry wolves, already had their dark, erect penises standing tall. At this moment, the room was filled with the disgusting stench of men's groins and the faint scent of a woman's milk.

Rou Xue was in great torment, constantly asking herself what was wrong with her. Why did she have to expose her fair and perfect body in front of three old men?

Gou Sheng was now filled with lust. He said to his wife with drool, "Beautiful~ beautiful woman, quickly~ quickly take off your underwear." If it were any other time, his wife would have already turned away. Perhaps it was under this most primal smell that his almost naked wife felt weak all over under the gaze of the three ugly old men. This tense and exciting feeling was something his usually conservative wife had never experienced before.

Rou Xue complied with Gou Sheng's shameless request and turned around, slowly unhooking her white bra from behind. The wife was both ashamed and afraid, but a strange sense of anticipation drove her to gently turn her half-naked body.

Although she tried to cover her breasts with her hands, her fair and full breasts were impossible to conceal with her delicate arms. The perfect contours of her breasts and the faintly visible pink areolas made the three lewd old men swallow hard, their hands constantly kneading their penises.

"Ah~ Ah!" Gou Bao's expression was ferocious, his whole body trembling as he let out disgusting moans. It turned out that Gou Bao could no longer control himself because of his wife's perfect body, and he had reached orgasm and ejaculated. Seeing this, the wife seemed to wake up from a dream, and morality and ethics once again took over her mind. She quickly turned around and ran back to the room, closing the door.

Gou Sheng, seeing that his goddess was about to undress, had been ruined by this bastard Gou Bao, slapped Gou Bao repeatedly and shouted, "You son of a bitch, you useless thing!" However, Gou Sheng was also quite amazed. The goddess's half-naked body had made the foolish Gou Bao ejaculate for nearly two minutes, his crotch overflowing with the foul-smelling semen dripping out.

That night, Rou Xue didn't dare look directly into the three men's eyes and didn't say anything more. She simply arranged their rooms and returned to her own. That night, apart from Gou Bao, who had already ejaculated early and was fast asleep, Rou Xue, the old beggar, and Gou Sheng couldn't calm down and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Gou Sheng used the white bra he had secretly picked up from Rou Xue to tightly wrap his ugly, rough penis and rubbed it repeatedly. That night, Gou Sheng didn't know how many times he had ejaculated using Rou Xue's white bra, until his rough penis had worn through the bra.

The next morning, after having breakfast, Gou Sheng and Gou Bao had to return to their hometown. Although Gou Sheng was reluctant to leave, he had no excuse to stay and had to leave with Gou Bao with a heavy heart. As they were leaving, Gou Sheng kept shouting, "Er Gouzi, you must take Da Meizi back to our hometown to pay respects to our ancestors!" It turned out that in the old beggar's hometown, a custom persisted: men with wives had to take them to the local temple to offer incense to their ancestors, hoping for wealth and prosperity. His wife, though reluctant, virtuously agreed.

After seeing Gou Sheng and his son off, Rou Xue suddenly remembered her appointment with the principal on Saturday. She gently told the old beggar, "You rest well at home. I have something to do at school; I'll go there."

The 50-year-old man was extremely possessive and jealous, and coupled with the lustful gazes of Lin Fan, Gou Sheng, and others, the old beggar was already feeling uneasy. He couldn't easily let his wife go. The old beggar looked pained, lying on the ground, groaning in agony. This terrified Rou Xue, who quickly took him to the hospital.

"Miss, there's no need to worry. The patient is fine. It's probably because he was too dirty, and his leg was in a cast,

causing some minor inflammation. We've already taken care of it, and the cast has been removed for now. He can take a shower and come back tomorrow for medication," the doctor said. The kind-hearted wife breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "The old beggar is disabled because of me. If anything else happens, I'll never have peace of mind." "Oh, by the way, make sure the wound doesn't get wet while he's showering," the doctor added.

The wife helped the old beggar out of the car at the entrance of the residential complex. The security guards at the gate were all filled with envy and jealousy towards the old beggar. A jarring scene unfolded before their eyes: a graceful, elegant woman supporting a withered, filthy, limping old beggar as they walked away.

Back home, the wife started running water and got the old beggar a change of clothes, preparing for him to bathe. After adjusting the water temperature, she gently called to the old beggar to bathe, but because of his leg injury, he couldn't lift his legs and couldn't take off his pants. He cried out, "Sister, I can't take my clothes off, what should I do?"

The kind-hearted wife was at a loss, thinking, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other, what should I do?" Suddenly, the old beggar cried out in pain from inside the bathroom. The wife, disregarding everything else, quickly opened the door and went in.

The old beggar sat shirtless on the ground, his pants pulled down to his thighs. Rouxue let out a shy "Ah!" and quickly helped him up. Rouxue's face was as red as a ripe apple, her pink lips tightly pursed, her large eyes closed, and she turned her head to one side. Gently, she knelt in front of the old beggar, her delicate hands slowly pulling down his pants.

Unbeknownst to her, a rough, old, veiny, filthy penis resembling a venomous snake's head was less than centimeters away from her, its claws outstretched, eyeing her fair and beautiful face, peering at her snow-white, full breasts. The old beggar hadn't bathed in many years, and his ugly penis emitted a foul, pungent odor. The wife seemed to smell something, turning her face slightly, her nose brushing against the glans of the old beggar's penis.

The wife instinctively opened her eyes slightly, and what she saw terrified her. A dark, rough, veiny penis was throbbing against her delicate, white nose.

She screamed and ran outside, leaning against the doorframe, breathing heavily. Because of her naivety and conservative nature, she had never even looked directly at my penis out of shyness, let alone seen another man's penis so closely.

The old beggar couldn't believe that his ugly penis had just touched the body of a goddess. He stood there dumbfounded, leaning against the wall, still replaying the scene in his mind. "Oh dear, we forgot to wrap the waterproof gauze the doctor gave us around the old beggar's leg," Rouxue said anxiously. Rouxue was in a state of

panic. "Let's go in and bandage the old beggar, but he's already naked. If we don't bandage him, the wound might get infected if it gets wet." Thinking of the old beggar who had suffered so much, was now emaciated and crippled because of her, the wife was ultimately persuaded by her own kindness. She knocked on the door and asked, "Your waterproof bandage isn't on your wound. It'll be a problem if it gets wet. I... I... can I come in and help you bandage it?" she said shyly.

The old beggar, surprised that his wife would come in to help, was so excited that he forgot about his injured leg and took a step to open the door. "Ouch!" he cried, falling to the floor. The wife quickly opened the door and helped the naked old beggar to his feet, sitting him by the bathtub. She quickly asked, "Are you hurt?" The old beggar replied in pain, "It's nothing, just a twisted arm."

The kind-hearted wife couldn't care less at that moment. She quickly took the bandage and gently knelt before the old beggar, her delicate hands supporting his injured, festering leg on her smooth, white thighs as she bandaged it. In the hazy mist of the bathroom, a sexy, elegant, fair-skinned, and voluptuous woman knelt gently before an old beggar whose body was thin, covered in wounds, with rough skin, and who occasionally emitted a foul odor.

The old beggar seemed to be in paradise; in this misty environment, a sexually alluring fairy was kneeling before him. His rough, old penis instinctively hardened, eager to conquer the goddess before him.

He gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly, his eyes fixed on Rou Xue's full breasts. Rou Xue, shyly lowering her head, dared not look at the old beggar's crotch, her mind only focused on quickly bandaging him. After the bandages were applied, the wife helped the old beggar into the bathtub. The water soaked her clothes; her thin sweater clung to her body.

At this moment, Rouxue's perfect figure could no longer be concealed: her full, rounded breasts, slender waist, and round, pert buttocks, coupled with her angelic face. The old beggar had lost himself, completely immersed in this paradise.

Suddenly, the old beggar began to sob. His wife, not daring to look up, asked shyly, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" The old beggar choked back tears and replied, "In all my life, no one has ever been so kind to me. I can die in peace now."

His kind wife was immediately filled with pity and sympathy, comforting him, "It's all my fault, otherwise you wouldn't be crippled." The old beggar continued, "Sister, you've been so good to me. In all my life, no woman has ever looked at me properly. They either think I'm poor or ugly." "Alas, I know. What woman would look at a beggar like me? When I was in my forties, I was beaten and suffered internal injuries for peeping at the village chief's woman. I just accepted my fate," the old beggar said with a sorrowful expression.

The old beggar's weeping deeply touched his wife's heart. Her kind soul, like a clear spring, knew nothing of human greed. She thought, "The old beggar has suffered a lifetime of bullying and hardship, living a life worse than death. His only wish is to have a woman." "And because of me, he's disabled for life—I owe him so much."

Thinking this, Rouxue gently stood up. The old beggar, thinking she was leaving, suddenly mustered the courage to embrace her sexy waist. The kind wife, never expecting such a timid and weak man, was at a loss for what to do. His rough, bark-like hands tightly held her slender waist, his rough face pressed against her soft body, frantically inhaling her feminine scent.

She kept her pink lips tightly closed, her shy face turned to one side, her hands gently pushing him away, her upper body leaning slightly backward, making her teardrop-shaped breasts appear even more firm and full. The kind-hearted wife couldn't bear to push away the wounded, miserable, and lonely old beggar.

Seeing that his gentle wife wasn't angry, but only weakly resisting, the old beggar boldly stretched his neck, rubbing his wrinkled face against her soft breasts through her clothes, repeatedly sobbing, "Please, sister, don't abandon me." This made the kind-hearted Rouxue even more powerless to resist, only able to let the old beggar desperately embrace her full body.

At this moment, the filthy, lewd, and cowardly old beggar tightly locked his wife's waist with his withered, thin arms, his dirty hands constantly kneading her full, round buttocks, his rough old face desperately burying itself in her soft breasts. Under the old beggar's constant harassment, Rouxue's body gradually heated up, a sinful desire igniting within her. Her hands, which had been resisting the old beggar, lowered slightly, and her breathing slowly began to quicken.

The old beggar peeked up at his beautiful wife, her cheeks flushed with shyness as she turned away. Her large, clear eyes were slightly open, her pink lips tightly pursed, and her fair face was partially obscured by her long bangs—she was simply stunning.

Seeing that his wife was no longer resisting, the old beggar's rough, withered hands quietly slipped inside her beige skirt. He desperately tried to grasp her full, round buttocks, but her buttocks were soft and elastic, and no matter how hard he tried, his hands would always be gently lifted from the flesh.

Because the old beggar was only 1.7 meters tall, even with his neck stretched out in the bathtub, he couldn't reach his 1.68-meter-tall wife's nipples. He could only suck deeply into his mouth, which was filled with a foul odor, through her clothes. The

old beggar could no longer control himself and shoved up his wife's beige tight-fitting sweater, revealing her white lace bra. But the old beggar, who had never touched a woman before, couldn't unhook his wife's bra for a long time. He frantically rubbed, smelled, and pressed against his wife's snow-white breasts, like a hungry child.

The kind-hearted wife, unable to bear seeing the old beggar so anxious, gently unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of white, jade-like breasts, heavy as teardrops, perfectly displayed before the old beggar's eyes. The pink areolas on her snow-white breasts were like peach blossoms, and a small cherry-sized bud poised precariously, seemingly waiting to be plucked.

The old beggar, his blood surging, gripped his wife's full breasts tightly with his withered, twig-like hands, opened his mouth full of yellow teeth, and took one of her tender breasts into his mouth, his rough tongue constantly coating her nipple. The delicate wife, her sensitive nipples being teased by the old beggar, couldn't help but reach out and tightly hug the old beggar's head, hoping to alleviate some of the tingling sensation.

The old beggar desperately sucked his wife's breasts into his mouth, until her nipples and areolas were completely inside, but he still seemed unsatisfied, his large hands pressing his wife forward from behind. The wife could only arch her chest high, and the old beggar sucked on another portion of her snow-white breasts.

"Ah, kiss me! Ah, no, don't bite!" Rou Xue cried out shyly, hurt by the old beggar's rough actions. Rou Xue was held tightly by the old beggar, her body leaning forward, which was becoming unbearable. Just as one leg stepped into the bathtub, the old beggar pounced on his wife like a hungry wolf. The water in the bathtub had already been drained. At this moment, a 25-year-old woman's soft, full, and delicate body was on top of a 50-year-old beggar who was thin and rough-skinned.

The old beggar's rough, ugly, and veiny penis, like a venomous snake, was already swollen and unbearable, constantly dripping sticky fluid from its head, covering the wife's fair thighs. A foul, fishy smell of male genitalia permeated the entire bathroom.

The old beggar frantically tore at his wife's panties, her dark, withered buttocks throbbing repeatedly. But having never touched a woman before, the inexperienced beggar couldn't find his wife's vulva. His rough, old penis poked everywhere. Seeing this, the gentle wife quickly pushed him away and sat up.

The old beggar, consumed by lust, couldn't bear to leave his wife's soft, warm body and wanted to pounce on her again. His wife said shyly, "Put this on first," and took a condom from a nearby cabinet, handing it to the old beggar. The old beggar had no idea what it was. He took the condom and was about to ask his wife what it was when she turned away shyly.

At that moment, the old beggar seemed like a different person. His eyes gleamed, and his expression became ferocious, like a wild beast. The old beggar pounced on his delicate wife, impatiently lifting her skirt and grabbing her smooth, plump buttocks from behind. His engorged, rough penis thrust violently into her vulva.

Finally, the old beggar's primal mating instincts satisfied him, and his ugly, rough glans squeezed into his wife's tight, warm vagina. The old beggar squinted, raised his head high, trembled, and gasped, thinking, "My God, this...this is a woman's vagina? It feels so good, so damn good!" His

wife, kneeling before him, shyly raised her white, tender buttocks, letting out a soft "Ah!" Her two pink labia majora, like a small mouth, tightly gripped the old beggar's glans. Her tight, warm vaginal opening gently enveloped the dark glans, contracting and relaxing as if massaging it. Suddenly, the

gentle wife realized that the old beggar hadn't used a condom; he had inserted his penis completely naked. The wife, always chaste and virtuous, quickly twisted her plump, beautiful buttocks and used one hand to push the old beggar, preventing his penis from penetrating further. She gasped, "No, ah, no, you can't put it in like this!"

Her twisting only further stimulated the old beggar's glans. At this moment, the old beggar, like a male animal, only wanted to conquer this young, beautiful, and sexually alluring woman before him. His rough, withered hands gripped his wife's buttocks like claws.

The old beggar gritted his teeth and continued to push his rough penis into his wife's tight, moist vagina. A dark, ugly old penis slowly disappeared into his wife's fair, smooth buttocks.

After all, his wife, always chaste and virtuous, had never been directly penetrated by a man's penis before; she always used a condom, even the first time. Therefore, her vagina was still as tight as a virgin's. This made it extremely difficult for the inexperienced old beggar to finally penetrate her completely.

The old beggar's penis, though small, was very rough, and his wife's vagina was particularly tight. The rough penis scraped against her vaginal walls, causing her considerable pain. She gently covered her mouth with her hand, moaning softly.

This was the first time Rouxue had allowed a man to enter her body directly. Although the old beggar's actions caused her some pain, the hot penis also gave her a subtle sense of fulfillment. The gentle wife pushed the old beggar away, whispering, "Slower, slower, it hurts, no—don't go in any further."

The old beggar was, after all, a virgin, and besides, it was such a perfect goddess. Her tight, tender vagina gripped the old beggar's penis, her full, firm breasts swaying violently with his thrusts. Soon, after a few thrusts, the old beggar was getting faster and faster, almost ejaculating.

The gentle wife seemed to sense his impending ejaculation and quickly cried out, "Today is my ovulation period! You absolutely can't ejaculate inside!" But the illiterate old beggar had no idea about ovulation. Like a ferocious hunting dog, he growled, "You're my woman, you have to let me ejaculate inside you! My woman has to let me ejaculate inside her!"

Rou Xue was stunned by the old beggar's growl. Like a conquered female, she could only obediently kneel before him, awaiting his climax. The old beggar, who had never touched a woman before, only knew that a man should ejaculate inside a woman to fully possess her.

Thinking this, the old beggar, unable to control himself any longer, his expression contorted with rage, roared wildly and erupted…

his filthy semen, like a raging torrent, violently shot into the goddess's pure sanctuary. The 25-year-old wife's pure sanctuary, never before defiled by a man's semen, including her own husband's, was now being ruthlessly defiled by a 50-year-old beggar. Rou Xue felt wave after wave of scalding liquid spraying and possessing her sacred place—her uterus.

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The old beggar seemed to be releasing all the pent-up lust of his past decades onto his gentle wife with his ejaculated semen. The old beggar, despised and groveling his whole life, finally felt incredibly satisfied and fulfilled at this moment, as if he were finally a human being.

After ejaculating, the old beggar was reluctant to withdraw his old penis, wanting only to savor his wife's tender vagina for a few more seconds. The kind-hearted wife, thinking of her uterus filled with the old beggar's foul-smelling semen, and knowing it was her ovulation day, became anxious. She quickly pushed the old beggar away and ran to the bathroom in the bedroom.

The kind-hearted wife hurriedly took off the clothes torn by the old beggar and continuously washed her body with water, the old beggar's semen dripping continuously from her vagina.

Looking at the filthy semen on the floor, the wife was filled with regret, regretting her momentary softness and indulgent desire. This intense sense of guilt made her unable to hold back her tears.

The old beggar lay in the bathtub, gazing at the luxurious bathroom, a strange tension rising within him. "I was beaten and internally injured just for peeping at the village head's fat wife. Now, in this upscale residence, I'm sleeping with such a young and beautiful married woman... what if she...?" The old beggar dared not think further.

Having never experienced anything like this before, and with a criminal record, and this being his first time possessing such a beautiful and perfect married woman, the old beggar could no longer sit still. He quickly put on his clothes, leaned on his cane, and limped to Rouxue's door.

Rouxue stood under the showerhead, repeatedly washing her body with water, tears gently flowing down her skin. But the kind-hearted wife felt she couldn't wash away the filth on her body, nor the guilt in her heart.

Lost in her repentance, she suddenly heard the old beggar calling, "Sister, sister, are you alright?" Not knowing how to face him, she quickly wrapped herself in a towel and leaned against the door. The old beggar, fearing his wife was angry about what had just happened, stood outside the door and quickly said, "Sister, it was all my fault, I was wrong. Please don't be angry with me."

Rouxue sobbed, "Go away," which terrified the old beggar, who thought his gentle wife was trying to drive him away.

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