[Urban] Girlfriend Story (Complete) - Chapter 38

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My girlfriend

, whom I call Xiao Hui, is in her early twenties. Born into a scholarly family, she possesses the refined elegance of a well-bred young lady, exuding grace and nobility while retaining a touch of girlish mischief. She has one-quarter Russian ancestry, a mixed heritage that gives her a uniquely beautiful appearance. Her skin is incredibly fair and delicate, paired with flowing black hair. Her oval face features sculpted yet soft features, and her tall, 1.72-meter frame boasts model-like long, slender legs. With a stunning 35D-24-35 figure, she radiates youthful energy mixed with a hint of allure—truly a breathtaking beauty. Thinking of those cover girls who rely on makeup and lighting, none of them can compare to my Xiao Hui.

Her days studying in the U.S. were often a monotonous routine: university, gym, home.

Xiaohui, a beautiful and charming girl, was like an angel who had fallen into my life, making me feel blessed by heaven. With such an excellent girlfriend by my side, all the monotony turned into happiness. Countless happy memories remain in my mind, in photos, and on my blog.

But U country isn't paradise either; often, it's filled with unexpected surprises. Those memories I was supposed to forget are buried deep in my heart, yet I can't forget them, I don't want to forget them. Occasionally, they surface in my mind, stirring my imagination, leaving me still confused yet with a touch of excitement and apprehension…

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The first winter after I met Xiaohui, she had just become my girlfriend. Our love was fresh, sweet, wonderful, and warm. Those days were like a dream.

One day after New Year's Day, having already explored almost the entire city of V, we impulsively went to the somewhat remote town of R nearby to try the unique local seafood. Although there wasn't anything particularly delicious, being immersed in love and having Xiaohui, my girlfriend who was like a fairytale princess, by

my side made anywhere feel like paradise. Coincidentally, we were just strolling aimlessly through the winter streets when a kind elderly white woman handed us a special discount coupon.

It was for a hotel in a town even more remote than R town, a 30% discount to celebrate a town festival, provided we booked for three days. Hotels in U.S. cost around 100 U.S. dollars per night, so this was a great deal for a short holiday. The coupon featured a strikingly elegant white and gilded hotel with a picturesque lake nearby. Perhaps it's a woman's natural inclination to take advantage of a bargain, but the lively and charming Xiaohui was no exception; she was immediately tempted.

There wasn't much going on at university at the time, and the whole of U.S. was filled with the relaxed atmosphere of a festival, so I didn't think much of it and readily agreed. That very night, we booked the hotel.

I never imagined that those few pages of discount coupons would bring me such unforgettable memories…

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According to the map, Town A is about an hour's drive north of Town R, and about two hours from City V, where my university is located. However, Town A is surrounded by mountains and pine forests, and when we arrived, we discovered there was no highway nearby. We drove for a full four hours, winding our way along mountain roads.

We set off early Saturday morning and didn't arrive in Town A until noon. Located north of City V, Town A was even colder. The weather was quite bright when we set off, but by the time we reached Town A, the sky had turned gray.

Although the weather wasn't ideal, the town's scenery was truly quaint and tranquil, like a painting. Arriving at the hotel called Sherry's House was truly amazing—there really was a clear, blue lake next to the hotel!

As soon as the car came to a stop, Xiaohui couldn't contain her joy and happiness. She jumped out of the car, ignoring the cold wind and exhaling white breath, and ran towards the lakeside, laughing like a silver bell. "Hehe! ~ Look! ~ This lake is just like the one in the painting! ~ So beautiful!" "Hey! ~ Be careful!" I smiled and watched Xiaohui's beautiful back as I followed her out of the car.

Although it was winter, Xiaohui's outfit was still very fashionable and eye-catching. Black tights showed off her perfect 1.1-meter-long legs, slender and straight, beautiful and full of youthful vitality. Paired with a pair of Prada pointed-toe high-heeled dark purple sheepskin ankle boots, she looked particularly pretty and eye-catching in the cold wind.

She wore a black lace-trimmed tulle dress on top, plus a Guess down jacket with a white fur collar and a candy-colored fitted waist. She looked youthful and energetic, casual yet fashionable.

Xiao Hui's clear, cheerful laughter seemed to awaken the quiet town—the few pedestrians on the road were all elderly, men and women, mostly with gray hair. Some seemed still quite sturdy, while others were hunched over and walking unsteadily, but they were all so quiet, dressed in simple, worn winter clothes. Drawn by Xiao Hui's captivating laughter, they all looked towards her by the lake.

This chilling stillness and the gazes of the elderly on the road made me instantly forget the beautiful scenery before me, and I felt a little uncomfortable—I couldn't believe that such a remote town existed in U country. Not far away, V city was such a bustling metropolis with towering buildings, while this place, only two hours away as the crow flies, was shrouded in a gray and gloomy atmosphere, and the streets were full of lifeless pedestrians.

Under the cold gazes of several withered old men and women, I felt increasingly uncomfortable. I quickly took my backpack from the car and called out to Xiaohui, "Okay, Huizhen, don't catch a cold, let's hurry up and check into the hotel!" "You go first~ Kefan~ I haven't seen enough yet~" Xiaohui turned her head, her beautiful hair flying, her eyes like stars, pouting her red lips and acting coquettishly.

"Come on~ We still need to prepare today's itinerary~ Don't you want to go for a walk in town?"

I glanced at the pedestrians around me, coaxing and cajoling.

"Okay, okay~ Stop nagging~" Xiaohui huffed coquettishly, ran over, took my hand, and followed me into the hotel.

The hotel lobby was clean and spacious, the wooden structure painted white, with a real fireplace on one side, made of stone, with crackling flames burning inside. Several old-fashioned wooden sofas were casually placed next to the fireplace, but it was very deserted, without a single person in sight.

"Ding~" I pressed the bell on the front desk, and soon a short, plump Caucasian woman in her fifties came out of the half-open door. She had gray hair, but her complexion was quite ruddy. She smiled and asked in English, "Hello~ Welcome to Shirley's House~ I'm Wendy, how can I help you?"

I politely exchanged a few pleasantries with her, gave her our reservation information, and she quickly registered us and handed us the room key.

The hotel had two floors and was quite spacious, with about a few dozen rooms on each floor. Our room had a very good location, on the second floor, facing the lake not far away.

The room was just the right size: a small living room, a standard bathroom, and a spacious bedroom. Xiaohui immediately plopped onto the bed upon entering, giggling happily, "Hehe, this town is so beautiful! We really hit the jackpot!" Thinking of the town's deserted state and the elderly pedestrians on the street, I felt a little uneasy, but not wanting to spoil Xiaohui's mood, I comforted her, thinking that perhaps tourist towns are always quiet during the off-season. I echoed, "Hey, yeah, that lake is so beautiful..."

"Hehe, so where should I go next?"

Xiaohui's eyes sparkled, and she pouted triumphantly, flipping through the brochures on the bedside table.

I took out my phone, intending to check my voicemail, worried that my workaholic professor at university might have some instructions, but finding no signal, I decided to ignore it and picked up another stack of travel guides from the table.

After reading a few pages, it seems that town A has a long history. The surrounding area is mostly woodland, and the logging industry used to be quite prosperous. However, with development, the disadvantages of its geographical location and roads became apparent. Now, the logging industry has declined for nearly a century, and tourism is the only thing left.

A few pages caught my attention. They described a dark period in town A about three hundred years ago, when many people were cursed to death by witches, and countless others were convicted of witchcraft and burned at the stake, either privately or publicly. Although the authorities have always denied the existence of a real witch curse, the locals firmly believe it, and visiting the witch's old house has become one of the local attractions.

The page had an address and a very eerie photo of the old house.

Normally, I don't believe in ghosts or witchcraft, but for some reason, looking at the gray sky outside the window and remembering the cold gaze of the elderly man walking along the street, I felt a chill run down my spine.

I put down the booklet, banishing my random thoughts, and sat on the soft bed. Stroking Xiaohui's shoulder, I asked, "So, Xiaohui, where would you like to go first?"

"Mmm~" Xiaohui lay on the bed, gently supporting her cheek, her hand on the book, humming softly, "So many places I want to go~ Where should we go?"

Although there was no fireplace in the room, the old-fashioned heating was quite warm. Xiaohui had already taken off her down jacket, revealing her fair, smooth shoulders and a small section of her delicate, white back under her black halter-neck dress. My hand touched them; the touch was incredibly alluring.

As I stroked her, I said, "Anything is fine, we're staying for three days anyway~" "Mmm~ Look, we can go hiking, fishing, there's an antique street, a museum, a lumberyard, a botanical garden, and a waterfall to visit. Three days isn't enough!"

Xiaohui frowned slightly, pouting sweetly.

"Hey, anywhere is fine, I'm happy to be with you. Look, it's pretty cold outside, how about we go to the antique market or something?" I said, my hand wandering under Xiaohui's skirt. Through the thin stockings, I touched her round, perky buttocks and firm, beautiful thighs. The silky smoothness of the stockings, the feeling of touching but not quite touching, was incredibly alluring.

"You...you're so naughty, you big pervert..."

Xiaohui said coquettishly, her pretty face flushing as she glanced at me before lowering her head again, seemingly too focused on the pages of tourist attractions in her hands, and didn't continue to resist. "Hmm...okay, let's go to the antique street first~ It seems to be very famous here..."

I felt the intoxicating softness of Xiaohui's body heat on my hand, and my nose was filled with her musky and orchid-like fragrance. I immediately felt a little restless—Xiaohui and I were already quite intimate. I had kissed her snow-white, delicate, and exquisitely curvaceous body countless times, but she hadn't really agreed to give me her most mysterious flower path. Every time I pressed my aching, engorged penis against her wet crotch, she would refuse me with various excuses such as "my roommate is here," "I'm not ready yet," "I have an exam tomorrow." Today, we came here for a vacation together, carefree. I thought, she would finally belong to me completely.

Thinking of all this, I felt a surge of heat in my lower body. I enjoyed kneading her firm yet voluptuous buttocks beneath her stockings, then leaned down and gently kissed her fair earlobe. My hands, which were holding her, wandered deeper into her neckline, greedily grasping her full, firm breasts—a rare find among Eastern girls—a 35D size.

"Ugh...you're so annoying...you pervert...you're already being naughty..."

Xiaohui's breath was hot and wet from my kisses. She turned her beautiful face, her delicate cherry lips seeming even more alluring.

"Mmm...where are you being naughty...I'm just honestly liking you..."

I kissed Xiaohui's lips passionately, my mind filled with images of her slender, tall, snow-white naked body. My hands couldn't resist reaching under her skirt, my fingers parting her pantyhose and slipping inside, grasping her delicate, alabaster buttocks, pinching her firm, rounded mounds unique to a young girl. My middle finger even pressed restlessly against her slightly moist crotch.

"Ah!~" Xiaohui's buttocks tightened, her slender waist twisting with surprising agility, easily shaking off my hands. She knelt on the other side of the bed, her delicate brows furrowed, her beautiful eyes glaring at me with reproach, scolding playfully, "Ugh~ You're so mean~ It's only noon! You're already bullying me~ you big pervert~ It'll be evening later..."

How awful! Seeing Xiaohui suddenly disappear so far away, I was naturally a hundred times unwilling, but Xiaohui had already agreed to go that night, so I had something to look forward to and couldn't press her too hard. I could only smile helplessly and say, "Okay, okay, tonight, fine, whatever you say~" "Pervert..."

Xiaohui murmured sweetly. She got out of bed, tidied her clothes, and her face lit up with excitement again. She looked at me happily and said in a sweet voice, "Hehe~ Let's go to the antique street! Let's go!~"

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The so-called antique street was actually the central street of town A. One end had several unique local restaurants and bars, while the other end had all sorts of small shops selling various odds and ends. The shelves were usually filled with small handicrafts, such as keychains, craft candles, postcards, and old books.

Xiaohui and I ate something and strolled around the street. The restaurant and shop owners were all elderly, white men with gray hair, some thin, some fat, but like the pedestrians on the street, they were all taciturn and lifeless. It was hard to understand how they could keep their businesses afloat.

There were only two or three genuine antique shops on the street, but at least they seemed somewhat interesting on the surface, with some beautifully decorated antique pocket watches or clocks, rusted nameplates from who-knows-when, or coins with historical significance. Whether real or fake, they at least looked authentic.

The entire afternoon was deserted of tourists; the streets were mostly frequented by scattered locals, some whispering to each other, others drinking alone in cafes, mostly middle-aged or elderly, dressed in clean but worn winter clothes, their slow pace making the gloomy weather seem even more pronounced.

Xiao Hui, however, was quite excited and curious, unaffected by the atmosphere. Perhaps it was because she had spent so much time browsing the brand-name malls in V City that seeing these strange and unusual items fascinated her.

She picked up a jar of essential oil from some unknown flower, sniffing it curiously. "Hehe, this smells so good!" Then she was drawn to an old book nearby, laughing with delight. "Kefan! Look! This poetry collection is two hundred years old! I really want to buy it and read it!" A moment later, she picked up an old music box, winding it up with her slender fingers, giggling as she held it to her ear.

"Hmm...yes...it's amazing!" I casually replied. Watching Xiaohui's happy and lively demeanor, my heart was filled with happiness. Regardless of the authenticity of these antiques, or the value of the trinkets Xiaohui bought, being able to stroll leisurely with my stunningly beautiful and youthful girlfriend in this exotic town on a quiet afternoon filled me with warmth and comfort.

Of course, whenever I walked behind Xiaohui, looking at her long, beautiful legs under her skirt, exuding an alluring youthful charm, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. Especially her snow-white skin tightly wrapped in black stockings, seemingly translucent, made me really want to pick her up and take her back to the hotel to enjoy her!

Although I had such wild thoughts, Xiaohui and I had only just begun, and I didn't dare to be too impulsive, so I could only enjoy the quiet happiness of strolling around for now.

The weather was always gray, as if through a thin veil. It seemed like a sunny day, but the sky was always a dark silver-gray, with no sun visible and clouds visible, a blurry mess. Such a sky made it hard to tell the time. I checked my phone, and it was already evening. Xiaohui and I had strolled to the end of the street, a little further away, almost out of town and into the woods, where there was a line of seven or eight people in front of an old house.

"Hey, what's that? Look over there, it looks like a museum, right? Let's go take a look~" Xiaohui's soft little hand pulled me, and she said curiously in a sweet voice.

I stared intently at the old house. It was pitch black outside, whether from fire or simply decay over time, I couldn't tell. The house wasn't large, but it was three stories high. With the attic and the tall, pointed roof, it resembled a small tower. It seemed to have been partially renovated; several large, brown wooden stakes supported the four corners. A few rooms on the second and third floors appeared to have new windows installed, but the other half teetered precariously, boarded up.

Damn! I immediately recalled the witch's old house mentioned in the guidebook. What bad luck to have stumbled upon this place. Normally, I wouldn't even consider visiting places steeped in legend, but today, with Xiaohui and me in this unfamiliar town, this remote, desolate town surrounded by dense forest, I felt a strange, inexplicable unease.

But I didn't know how to explain, so I just made up an excuse, "Hmm... I guess it's just an old house on display. Let's go to a bigger museum instead." "No, no, no! But we've already come all this way! There's a line there! It'll be really interesting!" Xiaohui pouted her cherry lips, whimpering like a little girl, and pulled my arm tightly.

"But..."

I frowned.

"Hehe, are you scared?" Xiaohui's beautiful eyes, like autumn water, flashed with a cute and provocative look.

"What... what? Let's go then."

Xiaohui and I had just gotten together, and I didn't want to give her the impression that I was superstitious and timid.

Xiaohui giggled, pulling me along as if she had won, and we walked a few steps to the old house. When we got closer and looked at it closely, the house looked even more dilapidated and twisted, leaning slightly, as if the pile of black, burnt wood might collapse at any moment.

At the entrance of the old house, a woman of about forty years old, dressed in an old gray coat, seemed to be a tour guide. She was skillfully explaining to seven or eight interested tourists at the door, “...Okay, this is the history of No. 11 Woodwall Street. Three hundred years ago, a poor woman and her two girls were accused of being witches... They were locked inside the house in the middle of the night and were engulfed in flames... Although the fire was quickly extinguished... no one survived... and the arsonist was not caught…”

Was it really the witch’s old house? Looking at the charred porch pillars and listening to the woman’s explanation, it was as if that night of flames and screams was right before my eyes.

Xiao Hui gripped my hand tighter and whispered in my ear, "Ah...it's a witch's old house! Those two girls are so pitiful...but...should we go in?"

Looking at the dark entrance to the old house, I felt a strange unease, but having come this far, I couldn't back down. I reassured her, "It's okay...that's all from a long time ago, and besides, there aren't any witches here." Just then, the slightly plump woman who seemed like a tour guide glanced at her watch, a strange smile on her face, and said, "Alright, this is the last show. The cost for restoring this historical building is twenty U.S. dollars per person. Please put your cash in this box...Alright...come with me to see that dark and mysterious history..."

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Although I often scoffed at stories of haunted houses. But once I stepped into that old house, walked down the empty, gloomy corridors, looked at the unsettling dining table and old bed, listened to the indistinct dripping of water, and smelled the somber odor of decay, moss, dust, and some unknown substance. The fear seemed real.

It was as real as the shadow behind me, as real as the charred wooden table, as real as the eerie portraits on the murals, as real as the chilling air in the dark, gloomy room.

Although I tried my best to tell myself there was no witch, that inexplicable terror still crept up my spine. Xiao Hui, beside me, held my hand tightly, hugged my arm, and curled up beside me, her big eyes filled with a growing mix of curiosity and fear.

The female guide seemed quite knowledgeable about history; she led us through the house, the basement, and the attic for a full two hours, and talked for two hours straight. Although I told myself there was no witch, her descriptions of screams during the fire, the shadowy figures flashing in the old house, and the noises heard by the neighbors in the distance at night, somehow lingered in my mind.

When Xiaohui and I left, it was completely dark. Without sunlight, the winter night was naturally even colder. We hurried back to the hotel, ate a quick dinner, and finally warmed up.

The hotel room was quite comfortable and cozy, with cream-colored carpets, wooden walls and furniture, and classic floor lamps and table lamps. Sipping red wine, Xiaohui's pretty face flushed a lovely rosy hue, as if slowly recovering from the eerie story of the afternoon. She looked with interest at the photos taken that afternoon by the lake and in the antique shop, and chatted with me about tomorrow's travel plans.

Time passed quickly, and I became somewhat absent-minded during our casual conversation—this was Xiaohui and my first trip together. Although we had been intimate, I hadn't truly possessed Xiaohui yet. Every time I remove Xiaohui's clothes to admire and touch her fair, delicate, and graceful body, I go to great lengths. This time, spending the night in the hotel should be my chance to completely possess Xiaohui's alluring flower path.

But things didn't go as planned. Around 10 p.m., Xiaohui suddenly said she felt unwell. Her usually clear and bright eyes suddenly became confused and unfocused. She collapsed onto the bed as if half-conscious, not bothering to take off her clothes, pulling the blanket over herself, and softly moaning, "Ugh...but...I feel so strange...my head is dizzy...ugh...I have no strength at all...ugh...I feel nothing..."

I moved closer to the bed, looking at Xiaohui's beautiful face flushed in her wavy hair, and gently stroked her forehead with concern, asking, "What's wrong? Is it a cold? Did you catch a chill because you weren't dressed warmly enough?"

"I don't know...it doesn't seem like it...I don't feel anything else...ugh...maybe...um...I'm just too tired...ugh...and I drank red wine..."

Xiaohui said, pursing her red lips.

"Well, do you have a headache? A sore throat? Do you want to take some medicine? I brought some with me,"

I asked with concern, stroking the hair behind Xiaohui's ear.

"Hmm...it doesn't seem like it...it doesn't hurt...um...I don't want to take medicine...uh...it's just dizzy..."

Xiaohui frowned slightly.

"Okay, okay, no medicine. Let me see if you have a fever?"

I gently pressed my palm against Xiaohui's fair and smooth forehead. It was warm, and there seemed to be no sign of a fever. Xiaohui has always had a good immune system, and she has practiced dancing for many years. Although she is slender and tall, she is youthful and healthy, not at all weak.

"Uh...I don't know...but don't worry, I'll be fine after a while..."

Xiaohui murmured softly, her pretty face flushed, and she closed her beautiful eyes wearily, her breathing becoming even and shallow.

Seeing that Xiaohui was sleeping peacefully, I gently took off Xiaohui's boots, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned against the headboard. Thinking that I might have lost the chance to conquer my lovely girlfriend again tonight, I felt a little helpless, but in the fatigue of driving all day, I slowly fell asleep...

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The night in the small town was very quiet. The sound of water woke me up.

I was still lying on the edge of the bed, the blanket that Xiaohui seemed to have draped over me. The bed was empty, but I could hear soft rinsing sounds coming from the bathroom. My gaze swept over the wall clock; it was about ten o'clock at night.

"Xiaohui? Are you feeling better?"

I asked with concern, stretching my slightly numb arms.

"Click~" The bathroom door was gently pushed open, and Xiaohui's beautiful figure appeared before me. Her pretty face seemed to have regained some of its radiance, and she chuckled, "Hehe, don't worry, I feel much better now~" Seeing Xiaohui's bright eyes, I felt much more at ease. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at her slender legs tightly encased in black stockings, and at the snow-white, full breasts partially exposed at the neckline of her black halter-neck dress. I couldn't help but feel a little tempted, but remembering that she had just recovered, I couldn't bear to tease her anymore.

With mixed feelings, I walked to Xiaohui's side, took her soft, cotton-like hand in mine, and said softly, "I'm relieved to see you're better. You must just be tired..."

As I was speaking, I happened to glance at Xiaohui's palm and felt a slight surprise—there seemed to be a blush on it.

"Huh? What's this?"

I said, opening Xiaohui's palm and seeing a coin-sized red mark on her fair and smooth palm, unusually bright red.

The red mark wasn't from pressure, nor did it resemble a rash. The skin there was still smooth and tender, as if a layer of red ink had seeped into her palm. Xiaohui's skin was entirely fair and smooth, without any birthmarks except for a few small red moles.

"Hmm... I don't know, it seems like... I got some kind of paint on my hands today..."

Xiaohui pouted.

I leaned closer to examine the red mark, asking doubtfully, "It doesn't seem like... it doesn't, can't you wash it off?"

"I washed it, but it didn't seem to work... and I'm out of hand soap..."

Xiaohui also looked at her palm with confusion and curiosity.

I dialed the front desk, and it seemed to be that fifty-year-old woman who answered again. I was going to go downstairs to get the hand soap, but she insisted on bringing it up.

Soon, a gentle knock sounded at the door, and Wendy's short, plump figure appeared. "Goodnight, ma'am and sir, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, here's the hand soap..."

"Oh, no problem, thank you so much," I said simply as I took it.

Wendy, with her graying hair and plump face, greeted me with a warm smile, "How was it? Did you have fun in our beautiful little town today?"

"Oh...it was alright...we..."

"Ah!~~~" Before I could finish, the old woman's expression twisted dramatically, her eyes widened, and she suddenly screamed, staring intently behind me.

Damn! The scream echoed hollowly in the quiet night, startling me so much I took a step back.

"What's wrong!"

I cursed inwardly, following her gaze to see the red mark on Xiao Hui's palm behind me.

Xiao Hui was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but scream, "Ah!~" She grabbed my arm tightly, pressing against my back. Her already fair face turned deathly pale. I put my arm around Xiao Hui, comforting her, "It's alright, it's alright," then turned to the old woman, somewhat annoyed, and asked, "Is there a problem?!" (Broadcast break: Still relying on your hands?) How could it be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

"...Curse...No...No..."

Wendy muttered to herself, her face full of wrinkles and a hint of fear. But then she slowly shook her head and said apologetically, "Sorry, I'm so sorry, I...I'm getting presbyopia. Don't blame me, I'm sorry, you guys get some rest."

Wendy forced a smile and hurriedly left the room, leaving only me, looking confused, and Xiaohui, still shaken.

Xiaohui is usually a bold girl, and she occasionally likes to watch horror movies with me. But today, in this desolate town, after visiting that eerie old house and hearing all sorts of horrifying stories, Xiaohui seemed genuinely frightened. She trembled slightly as she clung to me, whispering, "What did she say... something about a curse?"

Although her scream was truly startling, I thought to myself, "What kind of curse is this?" I comforted Xiaohui, "No, baby, she's just... getting a little senile... don't overthink it." After

much effort, I finally calmed Xiaohui down. She went to the bathroom to wash the red stains off her hands, and I idly sat aside, flipping through the various souvenirs Xiaohui had bought that day.

I looked through some small pendants, old silver coins, and casually asked, "How are they? Can they be washed off?"

"Hmm... it doesn't seem to work... but... what happened... what kind of awful dye is this..."

Xiaohui's slightly aggrieved voice came from behind her.

"Forget it, maybe it'll be fine in a couple of days. Maybe it's just some stubborn dye..."

I said reassuringly, picking up a rather unusual toy doll. The doll wasn't large, maybe a little bigger than my palm. Although it was quite old, the craftsmanship was exceptionally fine, and it had a faint fragrance. It had a round face with rosy cheeks, wore a blue dress, and carried a flower basket. The bottom of the basket seemed to bear the year of manufacture, somewhat blurry: 17xx.

What caught my attention was that the doll's black hair seemed to be real fur; I wondered if it was from an animal or a person—this thought made me uneasy.

"Xiaohui, where did you buy this blue-dressed doll?"

I called out casually towards the bathroom door.

"Oh... I didn't buy it... I found it while visiting that old house... um... it must have been dropped by the child from that family upstairs..."

Xiaohui's voice came through.

Damn! She found it in that old house! My heart skipped a beat.

My mind immediately went blank. The doll had 17xx printed on it? How could it belong to another tourist? Could it really be that eerie, an antique? Is it really related to a witch from the past?

A chill ran down my spine, and I felt incredibly uneasy. I calmed myself down, took a deep breath, and thought to myself, no, no, it can't be. How could I be so superstitious? In this world full of electronic technology, email, and the internet, how could there be curses and witches? — This doll is probably just a gimmick in a shop to attract tourists, and it just happened to be lost by another tourist.

But I don't know if it was because I was tired, or because I had just fallen asleep in the cool air, but I suddenly felt a little dizzy. Looking at the doll's eerie smiling face under the dim light, I felt increasingly uneasy...

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I smoked a cigarette on the balcony at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the hotel, letting the cold night wind calm my mind. When I returned to my room, the scene before me made me gasp—the TV was on, showing some old black and white movie. Xiao Hui was curled up in a corner of the bed, her face pale. Beside her was a book about witch history, and she looked terrified, her large, beautiful eyes flashing with the look of a frightened deer, staring intently at the sofa next to her. And on the sofa, there was that unsettling doll!

Xiao Hui cried out "Ah!" as soon as she saw me

, jumped off the bed, and threw herself into my arms, sobbing, "Ugh... Kefan... don't leave me... ugh... that doll... ugh... it's so scary..."

"What... what's wrong?"

I was a little at a loss, and could only hold Xiao Hui's warm body tightly in my arms.

"Ugh... I... saw a story about a witch in a book... I was scared... so I threw that doll out the window... ugh... but... I went to get some water, but... that doll... ugh... came back... ugh... really... I'm so scared... Kefan... ugh..."

Xiao Hui trembled and whimpered in my arms.

This…how could this be! I stared at the eerie doll on the sofa, at the cold, quiet night outside the window, and felt a buzzing in my head and a chill run down my spine!

Could there really be a curse? Or was Xiaohui just dizzy and having a dream?

“Don’t…don’t be afraid…um…maybe you saw it wrong…um…did you just fall asleep? It was just a dream…”

I tried my best to comfort Xiaohui, but thinking of Wendy’s screams, the dark old house, and that eerie story, I felt as if an evil spirit was hiding in the dark night outside the window, as if it was invading the house, and I became less and less certain.

“But…I don’t know…uh…I feel dizzy again…and the red mark on my hand is even bigger…uh…can you ask…that Wendy for me…uh…she seems like a nice person…didn’t she say something about a curse…uh…maybe she knows something…”

Xiaohui leaned against me, speaking softly, her panicked eyes looking up at me, her eyes seemingly filled with tears.

“But… there can’t be any real curses in the world… I… how about I find you a doctor…”

I said, but being in this isolated town with no internet or cell phone signal, I was completely at a loss.

“Please… please… umm… go ask, okay… umm… I really… really threw that doll away… umm… it wasn’t a dream… umm… you… you take that doll away… umm… I… don’t want… to see that thing… umm…”

Xiaohui bit her red lower lip, pleadingly looking at me, her beautiful face full of pitiful expression.

“Hmm… okay…”

I felt completely lost, secretly cursing myself for coming to this wretched town. But seeing how scared Xiaohui was, I had no choice but to go along with her. I picked up the doll and stepped out of the house, going downstairs.

The white woman named Wendy was at the front desk, looking down as if reading something. I approached, cleared my throat, and said in English, "Um, I'm sorry... um... I... have a question..."

"Oh~" Wendy saw me look up in surprise, hide what I was holding behind my back, and then her face returned to its kind and calm expression. She said, "Oh, hello, sir... is there... anything I can help you with?"

"I..."

I didn't know what to say, so I braced myself and placed the doll on the table, saying, "Excuse me... do you... know anything... about... um... about the curse?"

Wendy saw the doll and instinctively took a step back, then looked at me with a mixture of concern and helplessness on her face. She slowly said, "Sir... I'm really worried about you, and even more worried about that girl. She... is your girlfriend?"

"Yes..."

I nodded.

"You must have heard, um, the story of the town's witch, but... even for that girl's sake, please don't just treat those as stories, otherwise... you'll regret it later... You must care about her a lot..."

Wendy's plump face was full of concern as she spoke earnestly.

"Hmm...she...is very important to me,"

I thought of Xiaohui, and my heart tightened even more.

I couldn't help but recall the old saying from my elders, "Better safe than sorry," and a strange panic gripped me, leaving me unsure of what to believe.

"I...I'm just an old lady, I don't know anything. If you really want to know more, if...you want to help that girl, please ask Old Annie,"

she said, handing me a business card. She continued, "She's a very good person...that girl is really in trouble, really..."

I took the card, looking at the words, my heart pounding with anxiety, my head spinning, silently unsure what to say...

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The small town was pitch black in the dead of night. There were no streetlights, or all the streetlights were broken. Only a few houses still had lights on, and in the cold night, it was impossible to distinguish near from far. The surrounding darkness was eerie and terrifying, as if some ominous thing was lurking within.

I wasn't sure if we'd really encountered something unclean—a spirit, or a curse. I couldn't believe such things could happen in this developed country, but in this remote, desolate town surrounded by dense forest, anything seemed possible.

I wanted to persuade Xiaohui to leave the town as soon as possible, but she was so panicked and insisted on seeing old Annie. I tried to reason with her, but couldn't convince her. Besides, I didn't dare say anything was alright, because I wasn't sure myself—so we had no choice but to step into the dead, cold night, groping our way towards the address on the business card.

Xiaohui, whether dizzy or scared, clung tightly to me. I held her, using the light from my phone to barely make my way. Fortunately, the town wasn't big, and soon we finally found the address on the business card. It was a small alley parallel to the main street, seemingly another street full of shops, but in the pitch black, it was hard to see clearly.

The address was a shop, with a neon sign hanging at the entrance featuring a hand with an eye in the palm. Dim lighting shone on the window, but thick curtains covered the interior. Outside the curtains, a sign read, "Reading crystal balls, palm lines, destiny, etc." Strange, foreign music emanated from inside, a mixture of unknown flute and string sounds, making the night even more eerie.

This place seemed like a fortune-telling scam, I thought to myself. I looked at Xiaohui questioningly, but she just gestured towards the door with her lips. I had no choice but to ring the doorbell.

After a moment, a middle-aged white woman in a dark long dress opened the door.

"I...we..."

I explained the complicated situation in English.

"It's okay,"

the woman said with a kind smile on her thin face. "You need help. Old Anne knows she's waiting for you...I'm Kaya, her assistant. Please come with me..."

"Oh..."

This woman wasn't Old Anne. Was she just giving me empty pleasantries? Did old Annie really know we were coming? My mind raced with thoughts as I asked Xiaohui in a low voice, "Do we... really have to believe all this...?"

Xiaohui's dizziness seemed to worsen, her beautiful eyes glazed over, but she remained unusually persistent. Leaning against me, she looked up at me and said with a touch of coquettishness, "But... do you believe me... um... I really don't feel well... um... you don't know... I really feel very strange... um... maybe something serious is going on... um... don't you care about me?"

A woman's naivety and stubbornness can sometimes be endearing, and sometimes it can seem obstinate and foolish.

But I loved Xiaohui, and she was such a beautiful and youthful woman. I felt a little helpless, but thinking that there shouldn't be any danger in U.S., I could only go along with her.

"Um... okay." I looked back at the darkness behind me, feeling even more dizzy. Although I was filled with trepidation, I still went into the house with Xiaohui.

The porch was adorned with a curtain of shimmering sequins and beads. The light inside was an eerie, dim reddish hue. The room was warm and dry, with a comforting yet strangely alluring scent, reminiscent of musty flowers or wood. Stepping inside felt like entering a typical fortune teller's room. In the center was a table covered in opulent red velvet, upon which rested a crystal ball covered in silk. On the other side, a golden plate held several tarot cards.

Two chairs flanked the table. Aside from that, the room was piled high with various odds and ends, seemingly books and a stack of cardboard boxes, all concealed by dark red cloth and the dim lighting, making them impossible to discern clearly.

Strange music echoed in the room. Guided by the thin old woman, Kaya, Xiaohui and I hung our coats in the corner. She then lifted a silken curtain behind the table, revealing a heavy iron door. Smiling, she said, "Come, come here. The Great Psychic—Old Anne is waiting for you."

The inner room was just as dim, filled with fragrance and a dim red light. However, it was much more spacious, about the size of a typical living room, but without any furniture—a dark red carpet, no windows, red fabrics hanging on the walls, and intricately patterned Turkish tapestries as decoration. The walls on either side were two large mirrors, their reflections endless, making the room appear strange and eerie.

In the center of the room lay several red blankets, and seated in the middle sat an old woman in a long black dress, her withered breasts partially exposed. She was thinner and older than Kaya, seemingly of Mexican or Native American descent, with a long, angular face, dark red skin, and numerous ugly wrinkles. Her black curly hair was streaked with white—Old Anne must have been quite ugly in her youth, and now, at around sixty or seventy, she was even more frightening.

But aside from these features, this somewhat ugly so-called psychic did indeed exude an air of authority and composure, possessing a certain superhuman quality. It was unclear whether it was the captivating light emanating from her eyes or the illusion created by the lighting in the room.

“Ah…you…you’ve brought misfortune…cough…a curse…yes…a malevolent curse…it’s worrying…” Her voice was quite hoarse, but her English carried an air of authority, like that of a highly respected elder.

Old Anne spoke hoarsely, standing up. Her thin figure was remarkably tall, even with a hunched back, she appeared to be over 1.7 meters tall.

She walked up to Xiao Hui, startling Xiao Hui who involuntarily took a small step back. However, Old Anne gently grasped Xiao Hui's hand and spoke slowly, her dignified voice carrying the kindness of an elder, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, poor girl... Hmm... I see, you come from the mysterious East... Yes... You were born in the spring of the year... Warm and kind at heart... Hmm... You haven't been here long, have you..."

"Yes... How... did you know..."

Xiao Hui said in a slightly trembling voice, her eyes still showing panic, but also a hint of surprise.

"Of course... Of course... Old Anne knows a lot... This world is full of mysteries..."

Old Anne's wrinkled and age-spotted face showed a touch of kindness as she gently patted Xiao Hui's fair shoulders outside her dress, and continued, "Little girl... Relax... That way I can help you..."

"Yes,"

Xiao Hui nodded, her expression calming down somewhat.

"Okay...that's it...um, I see, you used to have a happy family...um...but, you were harmed by a villain, yes...I know...they've run into trouble...and have to be separated from you...alas...poor thing..."

Old Anne continued hoarsely.

"Um...really...then...will they be alright? When will they be alright?...Please tell me..."

Xiao Hui nodded repeatedly, her eyes shifting from surprise to concern, staring at the ugly old woman before her, asking anxiously in a soft voice.

"Don't worry...don't worry, everything will get better slowly, but...right now, you need to get rid of your troubles..."

Old Anne forced a kind expression onto her aged face, comfortingly pressing Xiao Hui's soft hand, her bright eyes scanning Xiao Hui up and down.

Heavens! This old witch really was right! She knew the season of Xiao Hui's birthday? Could she know about Xiao Hui's family situation?

Or was she just guessing? But could a guess be so accurate? Could there really be a witch, a curse? I stood beside Xiaohui, watching the scene unfold before me, my mind in turmoil. The strange fragrance and the lingering music only added to my dizziness and discomfort.

"What...what happened...what's wrong with me..."

Xiaohui asked worriedly in her soft voice.

"You've been cursed...it will endanger your life...yes...a blood-red...insidious...venomous curse...besides, it will cause suffering to your family...once it grows, it will bring even greater misfortune to your loved ones..."

Old Annie stared at Xiaohui, speaking in her hoarse voice. Her terrifying voice, coupled with her gleaming black eyes, was truly chilling.

Girls are naturally more sensitive, and she cared so much about her parents. Hearing such alarmist words, she seemed completely manipulated, losing all sense of truth. She immediately panicked, her body trembling slightly. She instinctively grabbed Old Anne's sleeve, staring intently at her, and murmured frantically, "...Then...what should I do...Oh God...what will happen to my parents..."

"Hmm...let me think...let me think..."

Old Anne seemed to suddenly lose herself, lowered her head, released Xiao Hui's hand, and retreated, muttering to herself.

Kaya walked over and said kindly, "Don't worry, Old Anne will help you, but..."

She paused and added, "But...there will be some expenses..."

Hearing this, I felt a pang of unease. Old Anne's words had convinced me of her special abilities, but Kaya's actions seemed more like a ploy to swindle money—yet, thinking of the strange doll and the red mark on Xiao Hui's palm, I couldn't pretend nothing was wrong. My mind was in turmoil, and I couldn't understand.

“We…”

I was about to discuss it with Xiaohui, but she interrupted anxiously, “Then…how much do we need…we don’t have much cash, only cards…”

She seemed to completely believe every word Old Annie had said, immediately opening her handbag, taking out her elegant wallet, and emptying all the cash inside.

Kaya smiled kindly, unceremoniously taking the approximately one thousand yuan from Xiaohui’s hand, saying, “This is about enough. Okay, please completely trust Old Annie; she’s the most enthusiastic and helpful person…”

Sigh, girls are so superstitious, even the beautiful Xiaohui was no exception.

That was the money I had withdrawn for this trip, which I had left with Xiaohui. Seeing Kaya skillfully take all the money, I felt helpless and at a loss. Faced with a curse, and involving Xiaohui’s family, how could I stop her?

Besides, things had already come to this; how could I stop her? My head was spinning, my mouth was dry, I wanted to say something, but in the end, I did nothing.

Kaya grabbed the money and slipped out of the house, leaving Xiaohui and me standing bewildered in the room draped in red tapestries. Old Anne, her head bowed, paced back and forth,

muttering something incoherently. Suddenly, she snatched the doll from my hand and rushed to a pile of cushions in the center of the room. Then, something incredible happened—the doll burst into flames, emitting faint blue smoke, and detached itself from Old Anne's grasp, floating in the air. The

burning doll's image was reflected in countless afterimages in the two mirrors of the room, a bizarre and grotesque sight.

Holy crap! What is this?! I froze, as if my entire worldview had been turned upside down.

Was this real? The room was pitch black. I stared intently at what was before me, and the doll truly did float away eerily.

The surroundings were dark and silent. The ethereal music seemed distant, the strange scent made me dizzy, and the scene before me sent chills down my spine.

Xiao Hui, who was next to me, clung tightly to me, as if she would fall down immediately if she lost her support.

Old Anne sat back down on the folded cushions, her stern yet hoarse voice ringing out, “From now on… you must cooperate with me… don’t make any loud noises… don’t question… exorcising the curse… um… is very dangerous… it could very well bring even bigger trouble… do you understand?”

I was captivated by the eerie town, the cold night, and the strange sight before me, and couldn’t help but wonder, perhaps there really was a curse? Perhaps there truly were things in this world that I couldn’t explain or articulate?

I felt a pang of panic, and could only take it one step at a time. I swallowed hard and nodded reluctantly. Little Hui beside me seemed to have no doubts whatsoever, nodding her head, her large, beautiful eyes filled with trust and urgency.

“Okay… I must explain… what we see here is voodoo… a terrible, ancient curse… the curse has been attached to this girl’s hand… extend your hand… little girl…”

Old Anne said solemnly.

Little Hui nodded, obediently extending her fair palm, showing the red mark.

“Alright, now… cough… walk up to me alone… um… keep your hand raised…” Old Annie said, placing her hand a few centimeters below Xiao Hui’s hand. “Okay… is your palm getting hot… getting hotter… that’s the curse resisting my magic…”

“Um… yes…”

Xiao Hui stood in the room, her eyes filled with awe as she spoke in a sweet voice.

“Um… now… I’m going to begin… do you feel a little numb?”

Old Annie’s eyes gleamed.

“Ugh… yes… what should I do?”

Xiao Hui frowned, her beautiful face full of anxiety.

“Don’t worry… relax…”

I stood to the side, only to see Xiao Hui completely manipulated by Old Annie. I was extremely puzzled, and I didn’t know how to explain the red mark on Xiao Hui’s hand, the previous strange phenomenon, or the strange sights before my eyes. Perhaps, this was a real ritual?

"Alright...now...boy...although you are also affected by the curse...well...but as long as the girl's curse is removed...you will be fine...However, you will hinder the ritual here...please leave first...until the ritual is complete..."

Old Anne's hoarse and authoritative voice said.

"This..."

I hesitated. Although I was skeptical, I was still instinctively worried about letting Xiao Hui out of my sight. I whispered to Xiao Hui, "Huizhen...are you alright..."

"Um...it's okay...don't worry..."

Xiao Hui turned around and murmured softly. Her beautiful face was flushed, whether from the warmth of the room or from her worsening dizziness.

"Then...if you...if anything happens...just call me...I'll be outside..."

I said in a low voice.

"Please be quiet...leave quietly..." Old Anne's voice urged before I could say anything more.

Xiao Hui frowned at me, pouting coquettishly, and murmured, "Hurry up and go...but...I can take care of myself...Old Annie will help me..."

"Hmm...okay..."

I replied helplessly and awkwardly, feeling a bit bitter. How could Xiao Hui believe this old woman so easily, and then treat her boyfriend, who cared so much, with such disdain?

I was helpless; the situation was so bizarre. I glanced around the room one last time—the doll in the middle was still burning eerily, and there was nothing around, no windows or other doors. I figured the old woman wouldn't be in any danger, and maybe she really could help Xiao Hui?

Since Xiao Hui trusted her so much, and I couldn't persuade her otherwise, I could only leave. It was only a step away anyway; I could just come back if anything happened.

Sigh, lost in thought, the strange fragrance making me dizzy and lightheaded, I could only watch Xiaohui's beautiful figure and leave the room with mixed feelings…

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The room was unusually hot. Facing Kaya standing beside me, I felt irritable, yet I kept yawning. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, exhausted, slumped over the table.

When I groggily awoke, I found the room had become rather cold. Kaya was nowhere to be seen. I checked my phone; about half an hour had passed, and it was already past eleven at night.

I went out into the hallway and found the front door open. I stepped outside, letting the cold wind chase away my sleepiness.

Looking around, apart from the neon lights at the entrance, everything was completely dark, with only the sound of the cold wind. It was as if the entire town had been swallowed by darkness, and this little house was completely isolated from the world.

Xiaohui and I are currently deeply in love, and I wish I could be with her every day, gazing at her ethereal beauty, gently touching her smooth, jade-like skin, letting her hair brush against my face, and inhaling her delicate, musky fragrance. Time seems to stand still, and nothing in the mundane world matters anymore.

But now, thinking of Xiaohui being separated in another room for half an hour, with a strange sorceress, and perhaps under some kind of curse, I am extremely worried!

I pace rapidly in the room, my heart pounding like a cat on a hot tin roof. Will that old sorceress harm Xiaohui?

Is Xiaohui really cursed? Will burning be used to exorcise a curse? Can a curse really be removed? I've heard that some old witches drink the blood of young girls to prolong their lives; could that really be true?

I couldn't help but lift the silk curtain and peer into the door to listen to the sounds inside, but the wooden door seemed quite thick, with rubber edging all around, and it was tightly closed. I could only barely hear faint voices coming from inside, which were extremely faint. I was worried about disturbing the so-called "ritual," but I still mustered up the courage to push the door. However, the door seemed to be automatically locked and wouldn't budge.

Damn it! It was locked, I cursed inwardly.

The more I didn't know what was going on inside, the more anxious I became. I circled the room a few more times and returned to the door. I tried to push it open, but of course, it was useless. I pressed my ear against the door, but I couldn't hear anything either—because I was pressed against the door, my eyes could see the end of the curtain, and there was another door there!

I was extremely curious. I cautiously looked around, squeezed between the curtain and the wall, and peered inside. That door was also an extremely thick iron door, tightly closed, but it didn't seem to be locked. Was Kaya inside? Was this where Kaya kept her money? Would it be bad to barge in like this?

I was uneasy and anxious, but I couldn't suppress my anxiety. I could only reassure myself that as long as I didn't make a sound and was careful, I shouldn't disturb the "ritual." I gritted my teeth and pushed it open with all my might.

A soft hissing sound came from the rubber door scraping against the wooden door as it opened. I cautiously peeked inside—thankfully, it was empty.

I leaned halfway into the doorway and noticed the room was incredibly long and narrow, even narrower than a corridor. It was unusually dark, with only a flickering light coming from one window. I looked closer and realized the room seemed to have been deliberately partitioned off; the partition walls were unusually thick, and the window wasn't a window at all—it was a thick pane of clear glass. And inside was Old Annie's room!

Even stranger, a simple wire was connected to a speaker beneath the thick glass, and Old Annie's hoarse voice was coming from inside, "...Okay...this is a purification...ritual...the effect of soul cleansing..."

Damn! There was such a hidden room here, and a mirror for peeping? This couldn't be a simple fortune-telling place.

I immediately became worried, slammed the door shut, and rushed into the extremely narrow hidden room. The sight before me made my heart pound!

With a thud, it hit my chest!

The room lights brightened considerably, but the beams were concentrated in the center, leaving the surroundings dim, as if deliberately obscuring the view. In the center, the doll, charred black, still floated and burned in the air.

In the light, old Annie was completely naked, facing the mirror sideways, her wrinkled body and withered breasts and buttocks grotesquely disgusting.

Xiao Hui knelt before old Annie like a little bitch, her exquisite, snow-white upper body completely naked and seemingly covered in some kind of lubricant-like liquid. Her stunningly beautiful face was pressed against old Annie's crotch, her delicate hands supporting old Annie's genitals.

To my utter shock—old Annie's lower body was erect with a male penis, not plastic or rubber, but a twenty-centimeter-long, thick, brownish-black shaft with an egg-shaped glans and an ugly scrotum, a swollen, erect male genital!

Damn! This old Annie wasn't an old woman or a sorceress at all!

He was a charlatan! That dress, the messy hair, the hoarse voice—it was all a trick, a complete hoax! I was initially skeptical, but Xiaohui was completely fooled, now kneeling half-naked at his feet!

Damn it! It's all my fault for being so careless, falling for this little trick! And Xiaohui is so naive and trusting, the charlatan exploited her superstition and her family's weaknesses; she was so easily manipulated!

Now, Xiaohui is kneeling a meter in front of me, before that charlatan, her unusually fair, almost blindingly so, delicate, almost translucent skin exposed to the air, crystal clear.

Her black dress, black lace bra, and ankle boots are tossed in the corner, leaving only her tight black stockings, and black silk panties, clinging to her long, straight legs, and her pert buttocks, almost touching the ground.

Xiao Hui's flowing hair cascaded over her smooth shoulders. Her pretty face was flushed, and she tilted her Venus-like face slightly, her large, bright eyes flashing with a mixture of worry and shyness. Yet, she still gently stroked the old charlatan's thick, age-spotted penis, hesitatingly whimpering, "Um... um... is this... really okay... um... my boyfriend... he's still outside... um... is this part of the 'ritual'...?"

Damn it!

I looked at everything before me, seeing my beautiful young girlfriend about to be deceived by that sixty or seventy-year-old charlatan. I no longer cared about disturbing the ritual. I pounded on the glass, shouting, "Xiao Hui! Xiao Hui! Don't believe him! No—him! He's a fraud!"

Xiao Hui's gaze turned towards me—a thought struck me; Xiao Hui had heard my voice!

But then, Xiao Hui's trembling whimper came from the speaker, "That... that's... what's that sound... so strange... ah... it sounds like... the walls are shaking..."

Damn it! The wall seemed to be made of thick cement, impenetrable to sound!

The old charlatan turned to the wall and calmly said, "...It's a dark soul...bound within a cursed doll...Now...you must enter this world through the mirror...Don't listen...or you'll be bewitched..."

"Mmm..."

Xiaohui earnestly agreed, then lowered her head, looking at the ugly, aged genitals in her jade hand.

Damn it! I immediately realized that the mirror in the room was reflecting the image of the burning doll, so Xiaohui couldn't see me at all! And she couldn't hear me either!

I looked through the glass, and the old charlatan, who looked to be in his sixties or seventies, seemed to give me a smug smile. Then he lowered his head and said in his sharp, hoarse voice, which was neither male nor female, "We must unite our body and soul... cough... like this... um... with the help of this sacred ointment... only then can we truly communicate with the spirits..."

Xiao Hui raised her head, which had a delicate and perfect profile, and looked at the old charlatan with a complicated expression in her eyes. She straightened her back, and her pair of round, full, snow-white, and plump 35D breasts hung down, still maintaining a perfect spherical shape. They were so large that they made her fair skin bleed slightly, and with her pink and crystal-clear nipples, they were simply dazzling.

But right before my eyes, that ugly, withered old charlatan stretched out his dry fingers and grabbed Xiaohui's breasts, which were covered in sticky fluid. He kneaded her plump flesh and said in a hoarse voice, "Relax...don't resist...this is part of the ritual...um...relax..."

"Ugh...um..."

Xiaohui's pretty face turned even redder, like a ripe apple. She bit her cherry lips and lowered her head shyly but cooperatively.

Damn it! Seeing my beautiful girlfriend being played with by this old man right in front of me, her plump and tender breasts, which I had only recently touched, I felt both angry and furious, yet also strangely aroused.

But I couldn't let this old charlatan bully Xiaohui like this!

"Xiaohui!~" I shouted and slammed my fist against the glass, but with a muffled "bang," the glass, which seemed to be tempered, didn't budge. Xiaohui inside the room seemed not to hear any sound.

Inside, the old charlatan, satisfied, released Xiaohui's soft, snowy breasts, straightened his emaciated back covered in disgusting body hair, and circled behind her, his hand reaching for the black pantyhose on her slender waist. At the

same time, the old charlatan's hypocritical voice, still seemingly dignified and kind, blared from the speakers, "Let's begin the final part of the ritual..."

Damn it! What to do! This glass is so sturdy! I have no choice but to force my way through the door!

I had no time to think, and charged towards the door—but when I pulled hard, it was locked!

Damn it! How did it get locked?! I peered into the darkness, seeing only a doorknob, but no keyhole. I took two steps back and slammed my head against the door with all my might, but the iron door wouldn't budge!

Damn it! What happened? How did Xiaohui and I fall into this trap?

I rushed to the glass, helplessly slamming my hammer against it. Looking at the scene inside, I could only silently pray that Xiaohui wouldn't be fooled by that despicable old charlatan, that she would come to her senses in time, and give me some time to figure out a way out.

From the speakers came Xiaohui's hesitant, timid voice, "No...please...don't do this...um...is there any other way...um...we shouldn't be like this...um...please...um...I...I want to leave it for him...I can't...um..."

I looked into the room; everything was exceptionally clear under the beams of light. My stunningly beautiful girlfriend resembled a little bitch with her buttocks raised and back bent, kneeling on the mat in the room, her forearms and knees on the ground. Her knees were pressed together, her two exceptionally long, jade-like legs shyly turned inwards, her black pantyhose and silk panties intertwined and pulled up between her snow-white thighs, exposing her two plump, white, and delicate buttocks, sticking out high in an exceptionally lewd pose.

Xiaohui was only a meter or so away from me. Every inch of her fair skin was so clearly visible, and her snow-white thighs were smooth and delicate, without a single hair or pigmentation. The glistening, pinkish cleavage between them was particularly eye-catching, as if I could reach out and touch it. Before my eyes, her dazzlingly white body, her cascading black hair, and the black stockings tightly encasing her model-like, slender legs created an exceptionally alluring contrast, making my whole body heat up, and my lower body instantly hardened.

But now, standing behind her, with his erect penis poised to "take up arms," wasn't my boyfriend, but a sixty or seventy-year-old, withered, ugly Mexican charlatan with long, gray hair, sparse black hair, and age spots!

Damn it! Was Xiaohui's virginity going to be taken away by this old charlatan like this?! I gritted my teeth and stood in front of the glass, my heart feeling like it was filled with molten lead, but there was nothing I could do!

"I've already explained it to you... um... this curse is exceptionally evil... it can only be dispelled after... the deepest union of soul and body... um... and the ritual can't be stopped... didn't you agree before..."

The old charlatan licked his lips, his eyes fixed on Xiao Hui's perfectly curved, plump, and pert buttocks, like a white peach. He held his enormous penis, which was disproportionate to his age, against Xiao Hui's tender, wet opening, while his other hand smeared the sticky fluid from Xiao Hui's body onto the crotch of her legs.

"But... but... you didn't say you were going to use... um... use your... to insert it... um... you're lying..."

Xiao Hui said shyly, turning her beautiful, flushed face to the side, one of her fair arms reaching back to gently block the old charlatan's penis from intruding.

Yes! He's a liar!

"He's a liar!"

Although I knew Xiao Hui couldn't hear me, I still shouted it out. My heart pounded with anxiety. If Xiaohui could finally realize this was a scam, that old charlatan, being so frail, probably wouldn't be able to force himself on her. He needed some time to figure out how to break the glass!

As I thought this, I fumbled around in my clothes, searching for anything hard to break the glass.

Hearing Xiaohui call him a "liar," the old charlatan showed no sign of panic. He continued in his authoritative yet hypocritically concerned tone, hoarsely saying, "This is a necessary process… cough… I've tried my best to explain it to you… um… when you swallowed my 'spiritual staff' before, you should have understood… um… it must enter your 'spiritual acupoint' to work…"

Damn it! What "spiritual staff"?! It was clearly his disgusting, age-spotted penis! Infuriating!

Xiaohui had already given him oral sex before I even got here! This was a huge loss! My girlfriend's seemingly divine mouth had actually held this old charlatan's disgusting penis; Xiaohui had already been violated!

Thinking about all this, I felt like my lungs were about to explode with anger, but to my disbelief, I felt a strange excitement deep inside. I dared not think further, and pulled out my keys from my pocket, smashing them against the glass repeatedly.

"But... um... but... my private parts... I need to save them for my boyfriend... um... can we... can we do this ritual later... um... and you really didn't explain it clearly before..."

Xiao Hui's hesitant, whimpering voice came from the speaker. She lightly grasped the old charlatan's wrist, her somewhat dazed eyes pleadingly looking at him, barely resisting.

"You know... this curse's voodoo is cast on virgins... um... it must be broken the first time you enter the 'spirit place'..."

The old charlatan swallowed hard, speaking hoarsely. He seemed to be getting old, and it appeared he was struggling to hold on. One hand grabbed Xiao Hui's soft, smooth buttocks, while the other rubbed his own penis, keeping it erect.

Damn! This old charlatan is really talking nonsense! "Xiao Hui, please don't believe me!"

I thought to myself, struggling to tap the glass with my key. The glass showed some scratches, but no signs of breaking.

"Ugh...you...you didn't say any of this just now~ um...ugh...you're talking nonsense..."

Xiao Hui's eyes were glazed, her half-naked, fair body seemed a little weak, but she still pouted slightly, her pretty face flushed, her slender arms slightly raised, her snow-white breasts swaying, struggling to get up.

Good! Xiao Hui seems to be starting to doubt this old charlatan! It's one thing for her to be seen naked by this old charlatan, I'll just pretend she was exposed on the beach. Although I feel utterly helpless about being tricked into giving him oral sex, I can only endure it for now. But my beautiful, charming girlfriend's first time in her untouched paradise must belong to me!

Heavens! God bless her! I truly love her, I want to take care of her for life, to share the joys and sorrows of love with her, and to grow old with her!

Hope seemed to rekindle in my heart. With all my might, I

hammered at the glass with the key, "click! click!"

Seeing Xiaohui about to get up, the old charlatan remained completely calm, a true master of deception. He stepped back before Xiaohui, coldly picking up his clothes from the ground, and said in a hoarse voice, "Hmph...this ritual is voluntary...um...you must cooperate...if...you don't care about your own life, don't care about your parents' safety...um...please leave immediately...

look at your palm, isn't the red mark lighter?"

The old charlatan's cold words made Xiaohui hesitate. She knelt on the blanket, straightened her fair body, and opened her palm. The red mark had indeed shrunk and faded. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she murmured hesitantly, "Yes...but...what does this mean..."

"When the red mark completely disappears... and if the curse isn't broken... um... that terrible voodoo will never be lifted... um... the most terrible and painful disaster will befall you... and your loved ones... anyway, the ritual has been disrupted now... cough cough... you should leave quickly... try to be with them..."

The old charlatan spoke calmly in an authoritative voice, his demeanor seemingly returning to that of a transcendent psychic.

Damn! This old charlatan, is he using a feigned indifference tactic?! Xiao Hui, please don't give in!

Hearing the old charlatan mention her family and the terrifying curse, a look of sorrow, worry, and concern reappeared on Xiao Hui's beautiful, dreamy face. She seemed unable to resist asking in a soft voice, "Great psychic... can the ritual continue... I'm sorry... I... I'll cooperate..."

No... no way! Xiao Hui, how could you be so foolish! My mind went blank, and I smashed the glass even more frantically.

The glass made a "click-clack" sound that seemed to barely reach the inside of the room. The old charlatan spoke to the glass, "Look... the sealed voodoo is impatient... um... you know... this ritual is very harmful to my life... um... it's already been disturbed... um... it's difficult to continue..."

Damn it! This old charlatan is still putting on an act! And he's using the sound I made to justify it! What should I do! I don't know whether to stop or not!

"No... please... Great psychic... please... I... um... I was wrong... um... I promise... I will cooperate... please... use your 'psychic wand' to help me... um..."

Xiao Hui sobbed softly, pleading. Seeing the old charlatan's indifferent expression, she seemed to panic immediately, kneeling down and crawling to his side. She hurriedly took off her earrings, placed them on the ground, and said, "This... this is platinum and diamond... um... it's also a fee." "It's all used up...please..."

The old charlatan stood in front of the mirror, and the scene before me was less than a meter away—Xiao Hui said, kneeling on the ground with utmost humility like a female slave, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her blushing face showing a mixture of shyness and fear. Her cherry lips kissed the old charlatan's feet, her fair arms and smooth knees supporting her body, her upper body pressed against the ground, her fair and slender waist pressing down forcefully, squeezing her fair and plump breasts into flat round breasts that overflowed.

Her plump, firm, and shapely buttocks, neither too fat nor too thin, were raised high, their curves stunningly beautiful, exceptionally eye-catching and alluring. Between her snow-white thighs nestled a full, white, tender vulva, soft, thick, smooth, and firm, seemingly fresh and incredibly elastic. The glistening, moist crevice between them was extremely delicate and small, like two tiny flower petals, soft, pink, and tightly closed.

My God! This scene was less than a meter away! My beautiful girlfriend's alluring vulva, which I had longed for for a year, was now seemingly at my mercy. But just a wall away stood an old man, old enough to be her grandfather, ugly enough to make one frown, a lowly mixed-race Latino and Mexican charlatan, standing smugly behind her, his penis erect!

“Xiao…Xiao Hui!…Xiao Hui…no…”

I called out, but my voice grew weaker and weaker.

“Hmm…you’ve thought it through…you must follow my instructions…otherwise…cough…the curse’s harm to you and your loved ones will be unstoppable…hmm…the ritual has been interrupted…I can only try…are you sure?”

The old charlatan asked, feigning hesitation.

“Hmm…I’m sure…but…what’s happening here…um…don’t tell my boyfriend…”

Xiao Hui seemed to have finally made up her mind, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, biting her rosy lower lip, her pretty face pressed tightly against the carpet.

Xiao Hui! How could you be so gullible! So easily fooled! Why didn’t you give me your body before! Why did you come to this town? Why did you insist on coming here? Why didn’t you listen to me?

I was angry, resentful, and helpless. I felt cold all over, my chest felt blocked, I couldn’t breathe, I wanted to look away, but somehow, I couldn’t look away.

"Okay...I know...um...then the ceremony begins..."

the old charlatan said in his authoritative voice, but he stood behind Xiaohui, supporting her fair and round buttocks, kneading his increasingly hard old penis, licking his withered lips, his small eyes gleaming, his deep wrinkles twisted in a smug, lewd grin, revealing his black and yellow teeth. The

old charlatan spread his withered legs and half-squatted, placing the egg-sized purple glans against Xiaohui's fair crotch, slowly pressing down, inching open Xiaohui's two tightly closed, slippery labia, pushing into the exceptionally tight and delicate vaginal opening inside. The glistening juices were squeezed out of Xiao Hui's vagina by the glans. When the large glans was halfway in, it seemed to be stopped by something. The old charlatan gripped Xiao Hui's snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands, his thumbs forcefully prying them open. With a powerful thrust of his waist, "Squeak!" accompanied by Xiao Hui

's pitiful cry of "Ah!", the thick, fleshy rod with age spots burst in.

All of this was right before my eyes, so real, so clear. My beautiful girlfriend's snow-white buttocks, raised high, were angled towards the glass. At arm's length, I could see even the tiny, soft folds of flesh on the delicate petals of her pink vaginal opening. Her first time in her tender, tight peach blossom cave should have belonged to me, her boyfriend. But now, she had been deceived by a foreign charlatan in his sixties or seventies. In an instant, her untouched, tender flesh was stretched and penetrated by the old charlatan's thick, fleshy rod. Every inch of her delicate flesh, never before touched, was filled with the hard object, thrusting in and out at will.

My mind was a jumbled mess, a strange mix of indescribable anger and a strange excitement. I felt a throbbing erection, and in a daze, I put my hand inside my pants, watching my beloved girlfriend being deflowered by that old charlatan. Watching my girlfriend's fair, tender body, which should have been beneath me, being violated by a withered old man covered in age spots with his large penis, I vigorously rubbed my own penis…

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The soundproof cubicle was silent. I stood alone in front of a large one-way glass window, watching a fair-skinned, youthful Asian girl kneeling on the carpet, her white buttocks raised, being deflowered by a disgusting old man of mixed Latino and Mexican descent, his old penis thrusting into her wantonly. I rubbed my penis with a mixture of heartache and excitement.

The girl before me was my beloved girlfriend, Huizhen, and the old man was a charlatan we had just met today.

Huizhen's tight, tender vagina seemed to be getting increasingly wet, and the despicable old charlatan's thrusting became more and more forceful.

The old charlatan's withered body was covered in age spots, and his sparse, disgusting blackish-gray hair, resembling patchy baldness, was uneven. His withered hands gripped Xiao Hui's fair waist, and he thrust his hips like a pile driver, his twenty-centimeter-long alien penis pounding into Xiao Hui's tender hole, making a "plop-plop" sound as the flesh was squeezed in the lubricating fluid. Meanwhile, his scrotum slapped against Xiao Hui's snow-white thighs, which were covered in vaginal fluid, making a "slap-slap" sound as the sounds blended together, creating an extremely lewd atmosphere.

The old charlatan's wrinkled, mottled eyes gleamed as he stared at Xiao Hui's snow-white, alluring body beneath him. He panted heavily, humming, "Ah... little girl... my... my 'spiritual staff'... is it big... ah... has it fully... stretched you open...?"

Xiao Hui's incomparably beautiful face wore an expression of both pain and ecstasy. Her eyes were half-closed, her pearly teeth biting her red lower lip. Black stockings and panties bound her jade-like legs, making her graceful figure resemble a bound swan, both pitiful and alluring, yet tempting to be bullied. She cried out, her voice tinged with sobs, "Ah... um... you... why are you asking such a question... um... ah ah... um... I hate it..."

"Hmm...this is...part of the ritual...hmm...answer obediently..."

The old charlatan, as if riding a horse, spread her withered, disgusting legs and straddled Xiao Hui's fair, plump buttocks with pride, thrusting his penis vigorously into her tender orifice.

"Ugh...ugh...you...are really...so big...ugh...it's...stretching...filling...ahhh..."

Xiao Hui sobbed and moaned, her round, snow-white buttocks arching upwards to meet the old charlatan's thrusts, her body yielding to his thick, black, speckled penis as it filled her tight vaginal cavity with each stroke, squeezing and deforming her fair, plump buttocks, leaving patches of red.

Damn it! The lewd scene inside the glass was so clear. Xiao Hui's snow-white thighs, with their pink, fleshy cleft spread wide open, were clearly visible. Her two round, full, snow-white buttocks, swaying before my eyes, their feminine curves making my mouth dry. I had intended to conquer Xiao Hui's body on this trip, but now, watching my girlfriend's youthful, beautiful body being ridden by an old swindler, I was incredibly conflicted! Yet, my penis was unusually swollen, forcing me to rub it vigorously with a heavy heart.

"Hmm… Asian girls' 'spiritual points' are smaller… hmm… harder to bear my staff… hmm… hmm… look… it's all the way in… not even fully in yet…"

The old swindler chuckled smugly, seemingly tired from thrusting. Holding Xiao Hui's plump buttocks, he slowly knelt behind her, one hand playing with her small, delicate feet covered in black stockings, and continued thrusting his penis.

"Ah!...Ugh...You~ hit inside...Ugh...It hurts~Ugh..."

Xiao Hui cried out in a somewhat unusual, warbling voice. The rear-entry position seemed to make the old swindler's penis thrust even harder. He pounded into her again and again, causing Xiao Hui to clutch the carpet with both hands, her round, snowy buttocks swaying high like a little bitch.

"Hmm~Not enough...The ritual...I have to put my staff~Hmm~all the way in...Hmm...It has to penetrate your 'spiritual hole'...Hmm...Enter your...'sacred womb'~Hmm~"

The old swindler's face was filled with pride and exhaustion. Damn it! This old bastard, thrusting into Xiao Hui's flesh hole wasn't enough, he also planned to go straight into Xiao Hui's womb! Is this really possible? How could Xiao Hui's delicate, tender hole possibly withstand this!

"Ahhh... how could that be... um... ah... I can't take it... your... magic staff... ahhh... it's so big... umhh..."

Xiao Hui moaned in a daze, her silvery voice mixed with a hint of coquettishness and excitement. Her beautiful face flushed even more with excitement, and her sweaty, snow-white body also blushed pink, as if she had truly been aroused by the old charlatan's penis. Her round, plump buttocks swayed, and the juices from her pink vulva overflowed, flowing down her thighs, making her black pantyhose wet and sticky, indescribably lewd and alluring.

"Hmm~ listen to me... hmm... according to the ritual... it will definitely be able to penetrate your 'sacred womb'... hmm ah~ there... can your curse be broken... hmm... heh... but~ after being occupied by my magic staff... hmm... I guess your boyfriend's toothpick-like penis... won't be able to satisfy you anymore... hmm..."

The old charlatan grinned lewdly, revealing his rotten, yellowed teeth. He reached forward, grabbing and kneading Xiaohui's large, fleshy breasts, which he couldn't quite control with one hand. He thrust his penis even more violently, pounding white foam into Xiaohui's wet, sticky vagina, making a series of lewd "plop! plop!" sounds.

"Ah...uh...you're talking nonsense...ah...my boyfriend's...uh...is also very big...ah ah~" Xiaohui gasped, her voice seductive and cloying. She swayed her smooth, round buttocks, gently twisting her slender waist, welcoming the old charlatan's thrusts. She slightly raised her body, as if to make it easier for him to grab and knead her incredibly proud, large breasts.

Damn it! This old charlatan, not only did he trick my girlfriend into willingly offering herself and deflowering her, but he also spewed lewd insults! My anger burned ever brighter, but watching him mercilessly fondle my girlfriend's pair of fair, round breasts, his dark, withered buttocks throbbing, his large penis forcefully ravaging her pink, tender vagina—a vagina I hadn't even had a chance to enjoy—and churning out gushes of lustful fluid, only fueled my excitement, making my penis rise higher and higher.

"Hmm...is that so...ah~ Is it...as big as my magic staff?...How big?...Hmm..."

The old charlatan, his penis erect, enjoyed the vigorous thrusting into Xiao Hui's wet, slippery vagina, feeling the tingling sensation of being tightly enveloped by layers of tender flesh. His hands greedily grasped and kneaded Xiao Hui's slender legs and delicate feet within her black stockings, a lewd grin spreading across his face.

"Ugh... Ahhh... I hate it... Ugh... Your wand... it's so big... Ahhh... My boyfriend's... it seems... ugh... it's really not as big as yours... Ugh... His... it's much shorter than your wand... Ahhh... Ugh... it seems... it's only half as thick... Ah..."

Xiao Hui moaned sweetly, her beautiful face upturned, her cheeks flushed, her nose slightly sweaty, her normally snow-white skin now tinged with a beautiful yet lewd pink, her vulva stretched and contracted like a pink rubber band, repeatedly being pounded by that Mexican old swindler's cock until juices splattered everywhere.

Damn! Watching my beautiful and radiant girlfriend, naked and being fucked by that ugly old charlatan, her hair flying and her body trembling, seeing her high, round buttocks, her white, pink, soft, and bouncy flesh swaying with each thrust, and hearing Xiaohui's once heavenly voice now uttering seductive moans and gasps, as if shyly yet joyfully praising the old charlatan's penis, I gritted my teeth until they ached, but the lust in my penis only grew stronger!

"Heh... alright... um... now... let's move on to the next stage of the ritual..."

The old charlatan grinned smugly, pressing down hard on Xiaohui's soft, slender waist with one hand, then sucking on his other thumb, grabbing Xiaohui's plump buttocks, and forcefully shoving his thick thumb, as thick as the mouth of a beer bottle, into Xiaohui's pink anus, which was already covered in her juices.

"Ahhh! ~~~ Oh my god! ~ There... um... ah! ~~ Your fingers... are so thick... ah! ~"

Xiao Hui's delicate, smooth, pale pink anus between her smooth, white buttocks was stretched wide open. With the old charlatan's immediate thrusting and pumping, Xiao Hui's peach-colored, snow-white body trembled slightly. The intense stimulation in both places made her cry out ecstatically. Her ten slender, white fingers gripped the carpet tightly, and her slender, long legs inside her black stockings suddenly lifted off the ground. Her little feet inside the stockings swayed and clenched helplessly and coquettishly in the air, both pitiful and seductive. I could hardly believe that this was the shy girl who would hide and conceal herself after taking off her clothes.

The old charlatan thrust forcefully, and with a "plop!"

his twenty-centimeter penis plunged all the way into Xiaohui's fair and tender body, filling her tight vagina. The glans forcefully forced open Xiaohui's delicate, tightly closed cervix, squeezing into her incredibly hot clitoris. Xiaohui's snow-white body convulsed, her beautiful eyes closed, her head thrashed wildly, screaming pitifully and wantonly, "Ah!~~ You're in!~ Ah!~ So full~~ You've filled me up!~~ Ah!~~~" Damn! This old charlatan really inserted his penis into Xiaohui's tender uterus! Would the deepest part of Xiaohui's tender flesh be damaged? I haven't even enjoyed her wet vagina yet, will it be ruined like this? Will

Xiaohui's uterus be ravaged like this, will she get pregnant and carry an illegitimate child?

I had no answer, but watching my beloved girl's bare, snow-white buttocks being ridden by this ugly, perverted Mexican old man, watching my beautiful girlfriend's untouched, pink and tender vagina being deflowered and firmly filled by this old charlatan's huge penis, being thrust into until it was wet and sticky, overflowing with lustful fluids, and being brutally penetrated to the deepest and most delicate part of her vagina—my heart felt like it was bleeding, but with an unusual excitement, my hand rubbing my penis faster and faster.

"Mmm... Ah... I can't take it anymore... My scepter is inside... Ah! Just... Just let me... in your... 'holy womb'... Ah... to dispel the curse for you..."

The old charlatan had been thrusting for half an hour, quite impressive for his age, and was now at his limit. Just as his large penis entered Xiao Hui's womb, his withered, dark body pressed tightly against Xiao Hui's snow-white body, his hands gripping her pair of plump, round breasts tightly. With a shudder, hot semen gushed from his old penis, filling the soft flesh of Xiao Hui's womb.

Seeing this lewd scene, I was about to ejaculate as well. I thought this absurd scene would end there, but to my disbelief—the door to the inner room suddenly opened, and six or seven gray-haired old men filed in, all of them completely naked!

They were all around fifty or sixty years old, of varying heights, some white, some Mexican, some were extremely fat, some were thin and hunchbacked, some had unshaven beards, and some had neatly trimmed mustaches. Several of them seemed to be the restaurant and antique shop owners I had seen during the day!

But now, they all rubbed their old cocks, surrounding Xiaohui, muttering something, "...We're here to help you exorcise the curse..."

"Yes...that's how the ritual is completed..."

"Don't worry...it's necessary..."

Xiaohui's beautiful eyes were already glazed over from the old charlatan's ministrations, but seeing so many naked old men with erect cocks surrounding her, she instinctively covered her snow-white body, protesting with a delicate cry, "Ah!...No...don't come any closer...ah...Great Spiritual Communication...um...the ritual...isn't it finished...ah!...no..."

The old charlatan, somewhat exhausted, pulled his limp cock out from between Xiaohui's legs, panting heavily, "Ah...I...I haven't said the ritual is over yet...um...now...it's just the beginning...um...you forgot...we can't disturb this ritual anymore...um...they...are helping me complete the ritual..."

"But... um... but they... they seem to be the shop owners in town... um... is it really the completion of the ritual...?"

Xiao Hui whimpered, seemingly drunk, her large, beautiful eyes half-closed like a cat's, her stunning face filled with a dazed expression. She tried to cover herself, but the old men who surrounded her had already stripped her of her pantyhose and underwear, and smeared a clear liquid from a bottle onto her messy genitals.

"Be good... um... cooperate well... otherwise... the curse will only get worse..."

the old charlatan said from the side.

"Um... but... um... but..."

Xiao Hui whimpered softly, kneeling on the ground, helplessly looking around at the old men.

However, before she could continue to resist, a fat, bald old man pressed down on Xiao Hui's curled-up head, shoved his short, thick penis into her mouth, stroked her hair, and began to thrust, causing Xiao Hui to only

whimper "Ah...uh..."

Immediately afterward, a short, thin old man with a horse-like face approached Xiaohui and thrust his long, thin penis into her wet, slippery vagina, which was still full of vaginal fluid. He grabbed and kneaded Xiaohui's round, soft breasts and began to thrust upward. Another elderly white man, who was bloated and had a kind face, seemed to be the restaurant owner who had chatted with us during the day. He knelt behind Xiaohui, spread her snow-white buttocks, and without any tenderness, forcefully shoved his thick, long, pinkish-white penis into Xiaohui's tight, smooth anus.

Three penises filled the three holes of Xiaohui's naked body, while the others surrounded her, rubbing their penises haphazardly on Xiaohui's pretty face, her jade-like hands, her lotus-like arms, her slender legs, and her delicate pink feet.

Watching the scene before me, I felt dizzy and lightheaded. The intense stimulation from the hot penises made my body convulse uncontrollably, and my semen spurted out wildly onto my hands. I immediately felt weak all over, collapsed to the ground, my eyelids heavy, and drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I seemed to be half-asleep, half-awake, in a dimly lit room. Xiao Hui's snow-white, naked body lay sprawled beside me, her delicate skin a mess, covered in the filthy, foul-smelling semen of a man. Her rosy lips, slightly swollen vulva, and tight anus were also dripping with white semen.

I tried to move, but I couldn't. In a daze, I drifted back to sleep…

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When I finally woke up, it was noon the next day. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and Xiao Hui, wearing her pajamas, slept peacefully beside me. I looked around; our clothes were clean and tidy, everything was warm and natural. The strange doll was nowhere to be seen.

I got out of bed and looked around, feeling dizzy, as if it had all been a dream.

After a while, Xiao Hui stretched and yawned, slowly waking up.

I could hardly believe my eyes. I tentatively asked, "Xiao Hui... I... how did I get to the bed?"

Xiao Hui pouted her rosy lips, looking at me sleepily with her beautiful face, a charming smile on her lips. She playfully said, "You're so sleepy by the bed! I had to drag you onto the bed. Go take a shower, you pervert!" Really?

Was last night all a dream? Did I really fall asleep by Xiao Hui's bedside? Was it all just because I was exhausted and my mind was filled with lewd thoughts, leading to such a strange and obscene dream? Thinking about those unbelievable things, maybe they could only happen in dreams?

I carefully made up an excuse to ask about the money in her wallet, but she said she'd seen some exquisite antiques and had accidentally spent almost all of it yesterday. Xiao Hui has so much jewelry; I couldn't even tell if she was missing a pair of earrings. I looked at the town map again and found that there was no street with that fortune teller's shop. Was it

really just a dream? Although I thought this way, I still made up an excuse about having something to do at V University and decided to leave town A as soon as possible. The moment I stepped out of the Sydney House, I seemed to see a large box behind the front desk, filled with all sorts of dolls.

I drove with Xiaohui towards the edge of town A. As we turned a corner, I noticed a couple who looked like Chinese exchange students. The man was handsome, though he seemed a bit immature. The girl had an oval face, beautiful features, long, straight hair, fair skin, and was petite and delicate, probably in her early twenties. She was wearing jeans and a down jacket, simple yet stylish. Just then, her melodious laughter drifted over, "Hehe...how about it...look at that old house over there...it looks interesting...hmm...let's go together..."

Damn it! I cursed inwardly, stepped on the brake, but hesitated for a moment, then sighed, stepped on the gas, and drove out of town...

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