[Urban] Transformation H Novel (Complete) - 4-6

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6. Yukino

Miyamoto withdrew her finger, took out a white, heavy-flow type OB (ob-ab), tore off the outer plastic packaging, inserted the catheter into the head of the OB, then bent the catheter, tied it together with a thin thread, and then used two fingers to pry open my anus, inserting the catheter and OB inside! Because the OB was very dry, even though Yukino had applied lubricant to it, and I cooperated and tried to relax, she still had some difficulty inserting it. Then she stretched the blue thread at the end of the OB and said to me, "An'an, you need to change two OBs every day, otherwise the menstrual blood will flow out, remember!" I felt very embarrassed and shy and dared not speak, so I could only nod to indicate that I understood. Then Yukino took out a long, overnight Sofy 3D sanitary napkin and covered my inner thighs from my penis to my anus completely. Then she put pink menstrual-specific paper underwear on me. Yukino told me to stand up and walk around. I got up and carefully took a few steps. Fortunately, there wasn't much discomfort. My urine kept flowing into my anus, and my increasingly wet obi (button) slowly swelled up, giving me a feeling of fullness, and I even involuntarily wanted to clench my legs... At the same time, I was worried that it would leak out and wet my genitals, so I walked very carefully. Yukino saw me like this and laughed, "Not bad, it's kind of like it. But it doesn't hurt enough, does it? It doesn't feel like menstruation. Also, the front is still too prominent. I should really find some time to have it removed."

Hearing her words, my face turned bright red with embarrassment.

And so, I changed my obi and sanitary napkins twice a day, living like I was on my period. Sometimes there was a lot of urine, and the obi would soak through and flow out of my anus. Luckily, Sophie was there to protect me from getting my cute pantyhose dirty. When I changed my obi, I took off the sanitary napkin and looked at my anus in the mirror. I saw a thin tube with one end connected to my penis and the other end inserted into my anus, and the white shadow of the obi was still visible!

A long, thin blue thread dangled and twisted along my inner thigh—it looked incredibly sexy! I tried my best to relax, grabbed the thread, and pulled out the tampon (which had become quite thick by then). Then I inserted the catheter into the new OB, applied lubricant, and tucked it into my anus. To reduce the number of times I needed to change it, I even reduced my water intake. Of course, the nurses' teasing was completely useless these past few days. Because my penis, with the catheter inserted, simply wouldn't get hard.

My week-long 'period' was finally over. I had fallen in love with the catheter, the OB, the sanitary napkins…

My 'treatment' was basically the same the rest of the time. The nurses tried to arouse me whenever they saw me.

I became increasingly adept at controlling myself, and my penis only reacted slightly even under very intense stimulation.

I was proud of that. What else? The only problem was this poor little penis. It bulged unsightly under my tight miniskirt. Yukino taught me how to roll it back between my legs, but it was never quite ideal. I'm even learning to walk in 6-inch heels. I'm so glad I have so many clothes to choose from, something many women aren't so lucky about.

I've also started shaving my legs. I can't believe how silky stockings feel on my smooth legs.

I wish I'd discovered that sooner. Yukino said she could arrange laser hair removal if I wanted,

including my beard, legs, and underarms. I really didn't need it, so I eagerly agreed. How wonderful it would be to have such smooth skin without having to do hair removal every day!

Yukino also had me lie in the sun once a day. My skin tone is now completely golden except for what's covered by my bikini. I can see a clear line when I take off my bikini. Yukino said this makes me look more feminine, even when I'm naked.

I've learned a lot about makeup techniques from my magazines. My Yukino also does my makeup. She says only natural looks show the effects of makeup. Makeup makes me look prettier. She also taught me how to do hair, all sorts of different styles. She said there's a salon online that I can check out if I'm interested. Of course, I would. For some strange reason, I dyed my hair blonde. We went to that salon, and I got my hair dyed and styled, my fingers were manicured, and my eyebrows were done. They even pierced my ears and put on huge gold earrings! Just what I wanted. I started to really like the place. Everyone was so nice.

Yukino also helped me a lot by wearing a corset every morning. When I first used it, my waist was 28 inches, and after my diet, cardio, and corset training, it's only 22 inches without the corset now! I hope to get down to 20 inches when I leave! I want to be as feminine as possible, no matter the cost. One

morning, while I was getting dressed, I suddenly noticed that my breasts were a little sore. I secretly pressed them with my hand and found that they were a little swollen and felt like there was a hard lump inside! I whispered this to Yukino, who smiled and said, "That's right. It means your training is working. And haven't you always wanted to have a pair of full breasts?" I was confused, wondering what kind of training had worked, when Yukino took a very sexy bra out of the closet and made me put it on. My face turned bright red instantly. I said, "I... I don't want to wear this." Yukino said gently, "Why not? Every girl has to wear one when she grows up. Even though you're a little special, you're still a girl. Here, let me help you." She forcefully put this dizzying bra on me, despite my half-hearted resistance. This was the first bra I had ever worn in my life. The soft silk bra with its small B cup felt comfortable against my skin, although I didn't dare tell Yukino. Yukino also told me how to wear it more comfortably, how to properly fit my growing breasts into the cups, how to fasten the back clasp, and that I had to wear it every day, wash it every day, and hang it to dry on the balcony. Seeing bras and women's panties on the balcony always gave me a strangely exhilarating feeling.

Maintaining a feminine image was incredibly stimulating for me. Even though my penis wasn't aroused anymore, I still felt excited. I also felt incredibly ashamed when others saw me dressed and behaving like a woman.

But this shame only made me more excited.

At the beginning of each month, I remember it was the start of my menstrual cycle. I didn't want to stain my pretty new clothes with blood, so I wanted the safest protection. I would use a thin catheter (sometimes I didn't have one, so I would use the thin tube from an IV set), heavy-duty tampons, and the largest size winged sanitary pads. Inserting a tampon into my anus excited me immensely; it reminded me of a man's penis.

Finally, one day I couldn't hold back anymore. I was quite dissatisfied with the bulge under my miniskirt. I begged Yukino, "Please, please remove it!" But Yukino said, "An'an, you're cute because of this. If you remove it, you'll lose your charm. You know that? You have to remember you're a special girl."

However, I could ask the doctor to help you make it as small as possible. "I was happy and asked her to arrange it as soon as possible."

So the next day, I was wheeled into the operating room.

Dr. Li said to me, "An'an, you've always wanted to flatten your genitals, and we'll make your wish come true today. One of your testicles will be removed, and the other will be implanted inside. That way, your testicles won't be visible. Of course, the testicles inside will still function. As for your useless penis, we'll remove its two corpora cavernosa. That way, your penis will become as thin as a pencil. And we'll do special treatment so that when it's inside, only a little bit is exposed, making it look like a girl's clitoris. Of course, it will still protrude when you're aroused, although it won't get hard. Are you willing to accept my plan?" I thought, how come this is exactly what I wanted? I looked at the doctor gratefully and said, "Thank you, I completely agree. You've thought of everything!"

To let me experience the surgery, Dr. Li specially gave me only a spinal anesthesia and even put a large mirror on the ceiling of the bed so I could see the whole process.

After she took off my 'bracelet,' she made a triangular incision at the base of my scrotum, peeled back the skin, and removed one of my testicles. Then she carefully severed the nerves and blood vessels attached to it. Next, she made a small hole in my groin and carefully moved the other testicle inside, transforming the area where my scrotum had been into the shape of a vagina (of course, I didn't need it to be functional, just to resemble one). Finally, she removed two corpora cavernosa from my penis, leaving only one inside…

Two weeks later, it was time to remove the bandages. I stood in front of the mirror, carefully admiring my genitals: a flat abdomen, a cute little penis only half a centimeter long peeking out, and below that, a lovely thin slit. After putting on tight underwear, you could even clearly see a thin line dividing my genitals in two! Yukino said, "What a special girl! It's so cute!" Hearing her words, I blushed and ran to bed, hiding under the covers…

In the following months, I kept dreaming about men, even though I hadn't seen a single man since I arrived here.

And I had an incredibly strong craving to taste semen. I knew the first man I met after leaving here would give me endless pleasure! Then he would tell all his friends how great it was, and I could enjoy them all at the same time! I knew what I really needed was to have their penises stuffed in my mouth and anus at the same time!! One

thing was for sure: I needed a man, and I needed him right now! Not being able to taste semen was one of the reasons I hadn't been feeling well lately. I told Yukino, and she said she'd see if she could help me. I also asked her to call me An-an, which made me feel better. Yukino left the room for a while and then came back with a large dildo.

"An-an, to get the semen you crave, you must learn how to suck it correctly. If you do it wrong, you won't get the reward you crave. I'll help you learn."

For the next three weeks, we spent an hour every morning and afternoon practicing sucking the dildo. The morning hour was about teaching me how to do every action a man likes, and the afternoon was about trying anal training. The dildo was very thick, about 1.5 cm. By the end of the training, I was able to put it all the way into my mouth and let it go deep into my throat. I could also have Yukino put it on and insert it into my anus. Those three weeks involved more intensive training with those two voluptuous nurses. My penis completely stopped responding to their stimulation, no matter how long they caressed it, rubbed it, or sucked it. To be honest, women no longer interested me. They didn't have what I truly desired, so how could they excite me? Seeing a naked woman only brought me pain. I needed a penis, filled with a sweet nectar called semen. I also noticed my breasts were starting to grow. They weren't yet the D-cup I wanted, but now they were a small B-cup. I showed Yukino my body, and she said she noticed. I was so proud! She gave me some new bras that fit better. I asked her why I felt so good lately (I needed semen), and she told me it was something I had been longing for for a long time.

“You’ve been very cooperative during your training. Now that you’ve learned to suck and can skillfully insert it into your back, I’m going to introduce you to one of our gentlemen. His name is David. I think you’ll say you like it, right? Touch up your makeup before he comes in.”

“Oh, great, thank you, Yukino!” I could barely contain my excitement as I applied lipstick and touched up my powder.

Yukino went over and opened the door. A young man, probably around 25 years old, walked in. He was very strong. He had dark hair and broad shoulders. I think he was about 1.8 meters tall and weighed 190 pounds. His muscles were very well-defined, visible even through his clothes. Yukino told me he liked men like me and hoped we would have a pleasant afternoon before leaving.

“Hi, Anan. My name is David. Take off your clothes except for your stockings, garter belt, and high heels. I know this will be your first time with a real man.”

I started taking off my clothes and answered his question. He also took off his clothes. I couldn’t believe how strong he was! He had a bulging belly and a large chest. His arms were as thick as my thighs! I was incredibly excited!!

“I can be gentle with you, or I can not. It depends on my mood.”

He took off his pants. As he continued to take off his underwear, I couldn’t help but secretly thank my Yukino. He had a huge penis that would put that practice cock to shame! It was probably 25 centimeters long and very, very thick. I could see the veins on the shaft, and it wasn’t fully hard yet! He came over and sat on the bed.

“Come here and kneel down,” he commanded.

Ah, what I’d been waiting for had finally arrived. I could finally suck. I grabbed his penis and began to suck greedily.

“Don’t go so fast, Anan. I want you to lick my asshole with your tongue first.”

I really enjoyed licking assholes, but I was even more looking forward to tasting semen. I thought I could wait a while.

I started to lightly lick around his asshole with my tongue, and then slowly inserted my tongue into his hole.

I noticed that his already erect penis showed that he liked the feeling of my tongue. After about 30 seconds, his penis was as hard as a rock.

“Now you can eat it.”

I eagerly licked from the back hole, pausing for a moment at the prostate before sucking on them. Then I licked each testicle forward. I put each testicle in my mouth and licked it around with my tongue.

From his groans, I knew David appreciated this. Then I started licking it from the base of his huge penis. I licked to the top and saw a glans like a huge purple mushroom cap. It really started. I wanted to see how my long training with the dildo would go. I began to gently lick the base of the glans. My tongue circled along the coronal sulcus. Then I gently put it in my mouth. I gently sucked it, then let it out, then gently put it back in. I opened my mouth and inhaled. As the cold air flowed around it, I heard him groan. Then I closed my bright red lips and began to put it in my mouth, deep into my throat… I shook my head, like my Yukino had taught me. My nose sank into his thick pubic hair. I paused there for about 10 seconds before taking a breath. I spat it out, seeing it stained red with my lipstick. Then I sucked on it again, eagerly. My hands gently squeezed his testicles, careful not to scratch him with my long nails. He liked my hands gently squeezing them too. I was proud to have his entire penis in my mouth. Clearly, he liked it. About five minutes later, David began to move his hips with the movement of my head. He moved faster and faster, and I knew he was about to ejaculate. I prepared to receive my reward. I felt his body begin to convulse, and then a stream of warm liquid shot into my mouth. Much of it went straight down my throat; I couldn't even taste it. But some was palatable. I continued sucking on his penis, licking every drop of his semen. It was warm, with a comfortably salty taste. No wonder I craved it. They should bottle it and sell it, I thought. I continued sucking on his penis, waiting for it to soften. Although my own penis wasn't hard, I was really excited. I felt like I was ejaculating myself. I didn't even consider the possibility, because that useless piece of flesh between my legs no longer served that purpose. Based on my past sexual experience, my penis would soften after I ejaculated. I sucked his penis for about three minutes, and he ejaculated. But it didn't soften. He seemed to notice this, and said, "I don't have a refractory period like many men. I can stay hard. Now I'm going to use your backdoor. Get on the bed."

I was reluctant to let his penis leave my mouth, but I was glad it had quickly found another home inside me. I used my hands and feet to get onto the bed. He went to the bathroom and got a tube of special lubricant.

He started applying it to his huge penis, then spread my legs open and applied it around and inside my anus.

"I hope you, you slut, are ready to take it!" he said.

I moved to the edge of the bed, and I felt his penis press against my anus. It was much bigger than the original dildo, so I knew I had to be careful. I felt him start to thrust, and then I felt the head of it enter.

"Oh, what a tight transvestite's back hole! It feels so good!"

I started panting. I can't describe the electric current of excitement running through my entire body. The deeper his penis went in, the more pleasurable it felt in my prostate. Deeper and deeper...

...Finally, I felt his testicles begin to press against the base of my penis. Then he suddenly pulled it out, leaving me feeling incredibly empty. Then he shoved it in hard. It felt so good! I wished it could last for the whole hour, but as he thrust faster and faster, I knew the feeling was coming to an end. As he moved faster and faster in my anus, something strange happened. I orgasmed! I hadn't considered this possibility since my tiny, clitoral-like penis couldn't get hard, but I was sure I ejaculated! I ejaculated a lot of semen onto the sheets. Wave after wave. Since I arrived, my "ball" has been accumulating too much semen.

David started groaning at this point.

"Oh, I'm going to cum, Anan. Tighten up." With a violent thrust, I felt a gush of hot liquid enter my body.

He pulled it out, and I touched my backside, feeling the liquid flowing out. I greedily licked my fingers. At this moment, David said, "Good job, Anan. I'll bring my friends over tomorrow. We'll teach you the multi-person process. Don't forget you should clean up what you leave on the sheets. I don't want you to waste any semen."

I realized he was right. This was semen, what I craved, no matter where it came from. I started licking the semen off the sheets while hearing David say that I was a semen-sucking whore. I didn't really care what he said because I was getting more and more precious fluid.

Now David comes regularly every day. I find myself increasingly craving his visits. Sometimes he brings his friends, which I also enjoy. He teaches me more details about pleasing men. I've really learned a lot from him. I don't want to leave at all. One morning he brought two friends, and I knew it was a special training session.

"Hi, An'an. You've done so well, I've decided to give you a reward. These are my two friends, they also like girls like you."

I didn't care about their names, all I wanted was to see their penises. I hoped they had balls full of semen so I could have more. I wasn't disappointed. The three of them took off their clothes and placed me between them. I was so happy, like I was in heaven, one penis in my mouth, and then one in each hand.

One of them started to go behind me and lubricate my anus. Then he thrust in and started pumping.

It was difficult for me to have something so big in my anus, but I did my best. I also started to slowly reach orgasm from sucking. David started to get jealous of the other guy's penis in my mouth, so he pushed him away and put his own penis in. I had to use my hand to help the unfortunate one. They took turns in my mouth, anus, and hands until they all ejaculated. My dream had come true.

My days became almost routine: daily treatments, time with David and his friends, aerobics, sunbathing, taking "sedatives," and going online to salons. I barely noticed that eight months had passed when Yukino told me that because I had cooperated so well, they would be doing breast augmentation for me for free. I was incredibly excited! Having a pair of dd-cup breasts was my dream. I wanted to show them to my friends! My B-cup breasts made me feel insecure. She also told me that she would soon remove my "bracelet." I didn't care because I never wanted to use that useless piece of meat called a penis again. All I wanted was to feel someone else's big penis deeply inserted into my throat or anus.

After the surgery, I spent two weeks recovering. I finally saw my new breasts! The doctor told me that he had also implanted a thin metal-like device in my nipple to keep it erect and about an inch long. Yukino told me that I could only show them to men I wanted to suckle or penetrate in my anus. The doctor also said that he had surgery on the tendons in my ankle so that I could better adapt to high heels. As I prepared to get out of bed, I felt a sharp pain in my leg. The doctor just laughed. He told me he had removed part of a tendon to maintain a permanent arch in my foot, so I could wear 7-inch or even 8-inch heels. That meant I had to wear at least 5-inch shoes to avoid falling. They also injected a lot of collagen into my lips, and now they're quite full and sexy. They also did liposuction on my waist, and now it's only 19 inches. All of this made me look much better. I would be a role model, with dd-cup breasts and a 19-inch waist.

Yukino brought me a new bra. She helped me tidy my clothes and then removed my 'bracelet'. She told me she thought my penis was a useless thing and I should get rid of it when I had the chance. I completely agreed.

She also gave me eight months' worth of medication, telling me to take it every day to maintain my feminine figure. Then she gave me a set of tools and told me to give Donald an injection every three weeks.

Donald arrived, and I think he was very surprised to see me. He barely recognized me. We put my things in the car and started our journey back to Shanghai. Along the way, Donald told me he and my wife had been together for a long time. But I didn't care. I only cared about men.

Then he told me he'd found me a new job. I was very grateful because I couldn't do my old job anymore. He even found me a place to stay, rent-free. Upon arrival, he grabbed my hand and led me into a hotel. We were greeted by Wenwen, the prostitute from our company! She told me she had a huge clientele and liked girls like me. She said I could start working immediately. There was no rent and food was provided, but I had to serve 10 clients a day to earn any income.

And so my life took shape. I woke up at 10 am, exercised, took my medication, and went shopping. Around 5 pm, I went home to prepare for the evening's festivities. I showered, got ready, and then served until midnight. What a wonderful life! I loved it!!

As dawn broke, Shinjuku, in the Tokyo area of Japan, began a new day.

The bustling streets were filled with people hurrying about. The diverse faces each bore witness to their own experiences.

A young man walked briskly through the crowd. Though not exceptionally handsome, he had fair skin, thick eyebrows, long, narrow eyes, and a straight nose, giving him a refined appearance. His name was Su Guang. A recent graduate of National Sun Yat-sen University in Taiwan, he had come to this bustling city full of hope, eager to make a name for himself, create a bright future, and bring comfort to his parents back in Taipei. Because Japan was still reeling from the Asian financial crisis, unemployment remained high. Su Guang had struggled to find a job at a small company called Miwa Corporation. Now, his short probationary period was almost over, and Su Guang was still uncertain. If this didn't work out, he would be homeless, as he had almost spent all his money on a return ticket. That

morning, upon arriving at work, he was summoned to President Miyamoto's luxurious office to report on his work. President Miyamoto, around fifty years old, was taller than the average Japanese man, slightly overweight, and always wore a well-tailored suit, looking very energetic. Today, the president seemed particularly relaxed. After listening to Ayumi's report, he said, "Ayumi-kun, I'm very satisfied with your work. Starting today, I'm giving you a new job with a monthly salary three times your previous one. What do you think?" Ayumi was overjoyed and flattered, unsure what to say. His work was merely simple document processing, yet he received such praise from the president; he was almost incredulous. "Thank you... thank you for the promotion, President, but... but I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it and will let you down,"

Ayumi said nervously.

President Miyamoto squinted and slowly said, "Don't be nervous. You're quite capable; you'll do a good job. Manager Yamaguchi will be in charge of your arrangements. Okay, that's all." Ayumi bowed repeatedly in gratitude, "Please rest assured, President, I will definitely work even harder. I will live up to your expectations and do my utmost for the company." President Miyamoto waved his hand happily, "Alright, alright. I believe you will become an excellent assistant to the president. You can leave now." Ayumi carefully excused himself and left.

At this moment, a smug smile flashed across President Miyamoto's face. He called Manager Yamaguchi, "Yamaguchi? I want him to become the most alluring and beautiful transvestite. As for the name, let's call him Yukiko."

Ayumi was excited. A few hours later, he met Yamaguchi: a woman in her thirties, with her hair in a bun, heavy makeup concealing her age, bright red lipstick, and a light purple high-end business suit that gave her a somewhat aloof air. After asking about Ayumi's resume, she led him to the ground floor of the company building.

After passing through several automatic doors, they arrived at a luxurious suite. Su Guang was dazzled by the sights. The female minister said, "Take a shower first, then we'll talk about your studies." She pointed to the room behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains, smiled, and left.

Su Guang entered the inner room with suspicion, and was immediately struck by its grandeur. It was a spacious bedroom with floor-to-ceiling curtains, a pale purple carpet, a carved bed, and a tall wardrobe occupying an entire wall. Opposite the bed was a luxurious European-style dressing table with a large crystal mirror. Next to it was a frosted glass door with floral patterns; pushing it open revealed a bathroom with an imposing triangular bathtub, marble walls, and various glittering gold fixtures.

After showering, Su Guang, wrapped in a towel, came out of the bathroom but couldn't find his clothes on the bed. Just as he was starting to panic, the female minister entered with several tall, robust female nurses.

Su Guang noticed that the flamboyantly dressed Minister Yamaguchi was smiling at him, as if sizing up her prey, and a strange sense of dread washed over him. Yamaguchi, arms crossed, chuckled, "Did you enjoy your bath, Ayumi-kun?"

Just then, someone placed a bundle of clothes on the bed. The female manager smiled and said, "These are specially prepared for you. Change into them." Ayumi stepped forward and opened them, only to find a pink lace bra and women's corset shorts. Startled, he backed away, forcing a smile, and said, "Miss Yamaguchi, please don't joke around. Please give me the clothes."

Yamaguchi picked up the light pink lace bra, shook it in front of Ayumi, and said, "I'm not joking. Don't you like such beautiful underwear?" Ayumi, frightened, backed away, saying, "This, this is women's underwear. You've got the wrong thing." Yamaguchi laughed, "If you're not used to it this time, let me put it on you." Saying this, she grabbed Ayumi's wrist, trying to sling the strap over his shoulder.

Ayumi's heart sank. He flailed his arms, struggling and shouting, "No! What are you doing? Don't do this! What's going on! No! I won't wear it…!" But several female nurses twisted his arms, and he couldn't break free. Several nurses lifted Su Guang's arms, and the female manager skillfully slipped the bra straps over his shoulders. As Su Guang struggled desperately, Yamaguchi pulled the bra up behind his back and fastened the hooks. Su Guang felt the bra tightly constricting his shoulders and ribs, unable to break free, and twisted and screamed in frustration. While loosening the

bra straps, Yamaguchi chuckled smugly, saying, "Now that you're here, you have no choice! You'd better behave." He then picked up a pair of women's lace-trimmed butt-lifting trousers; the light pink lace was thin and sheer, decorated with delicate floral trim on the sides. Seeing Su Guang still kicking his legs, Yamaguchi pinched his groin hard, causing him to cry out in pain, close his legs, and arch his back.

The female department head coldly and effortlessly slipped the light pink lace shorts onto Su Guang's limp legs. Several female nurses lifted his buttocks, pulled the shorts up, grabbed the waistbands, and tightly bound them behind his back, fastening the crisscrossing straps that crisscrossed his whalebone.

Su Guang, already aching from the bra, felt increasingly uncomfortable as the shorts tightened his waist, making it difficult to breathe. He broke out in a cold sweat, feeling utterly miserable.

The female department head smugly looked Su Guang up and down, now dressed in women's underwear. Su Guang, ashamed and bewildered, lowered his head, feeling as if in a dream. The female department head smiled mysteriously and said, "From now on, you'll be called Miyamoto Yukiko. As long as you're obedient, I guarantee you'll earn enough money for the rest of your life." She then fiddled with the bra straps tightly wrapped around Su Guang's shoulders.

"What! Miyamoto Yukiko… This, this is a woman's name! What do you want me to do?" Su Guang was almost in despair.

"What are you doing? Becoming a transvestite. Just entertaining guests..." The female manager hadn't finished speaking.

"Ah? A transvestite? No! My name is Su Guang, I won't be a transvestite, I can't be a transvestite!" Su Guang was terrified, his whole body turning ice-cold. He had seen transvestites before when he went to nightclubs with his colleagues, and had even hired them to accompany guests for drinks. They were all heavily made-up men, dressed in bright and sexy women's clothing, dressed in a flirtatious and alluring manner, acting like prostitutes, entertaining guests, letting them play with them for their amusement, and even having to spend the night with them. My God! Today they actually wanted him to become a transvestite, how could he ever be a man again? Su Guang cried out in despair, "No! Let me out, I'm a man, I won't be a transvestite..." He struggled to rush out, but he couldn't move.

The female minister frowned slightly: "You came to Japan just to make money, right? Being a transvestite means you can live a life of luxury and make a fortune, what's wrong with that? As long as you're obedient, you can leave in two or three years and I'll be your man again. If you continue to be so willful..." Yamaguchi said, patting Aoi's lower body, which was now flattened like a woman's by her lace girdles, "...I'll give you a sex reassignment surgery. Even if you're released then, you'll be a transvestite for life. You'll see." She snapped her fingers.

Immediately, four burly men, looking menacing, entered and pounced on Aoi. Aoi was terrified, pushing and shoving, pleading with Yamaguchi. Yamaguchi waved his hand, shooing the four men away, and asked triumphantly, "How is it, Miss Yukiko?" Aoi lowered her head helplessly, two lines of tears silently dripping onto the delicate lace of her pale pink girdles...

The female minister draped a thin, pink silk bathrobe over Aoi and helped her to a bench in front of the dressing table. The various cosmetics on the dressing table filled Su Guang with apprehension, and he dared not look at them for long.

Before he could think, the female department head's hand, adorned with purple nail polish, lifted his chin. Su Guang involuntarily shrank back and helplessly closed his eyes. The female department head wrapped Su Guang's hair on his head with a large towel and began to cleanse and moisturize his face. An hour later, when they washed the lotion off Su Guang's face with water, his skin appeared white and smooth.

The female department head skillfully picked up the eyebrow tweezers from the table, pressed one hand against Su Guang's forehead, and began to trim his eyebrows. Su Guang was helpless, both anxious and in pain, his brows furrowed. Yamaguchi plucked and examined, removing each thick eyebrow hair, and soon trimmed them into two soft, delicate eyebrows, which she then smoothed with an eyebrow pencil. Then, she applied foundation and face powder, swept some eyeshadow on his eyelids, carefully drew eyeliner, curled Su Guang's eyelashes, and applied mascara to make them long and curled. Su Guang felt them applying and smearing cosmetics on his face, smelling the heavy, cloying scent, but dared not move.

They outlined his lips, applied bright red lipstick, swept rouge across his cheeks, and then touched up his face powder. Su Guang felt his lips were sticky and slippery, his eyelashes felt heavy, and the overwhelming fragrance of cosmetics made him dizzy. Suddenly, Su Guang felt a sharp pain in his earlobe and cried out. His other earlobe throbbed with pain, making him gasp. He realized they had pierced his ears and could only inwardly groan.

The female department head scrutinized Su Guang, noticing his delicate eyebrows, bright eyes, rosy cheeks, and pale purple eyeshadow on his lowered eyelids. His long, curled eyelashes fluttered with his eyelids, giving him a touch of allure, and she couldn't help but feel smug. She seemed to see Su Guang soon after, dressed in sexy women's clothing, her face beautiful and her figure alluring, drinking and dancing with guests in a nightclub; even swaying her hips and coquettishly snuggling into their arms. Yamaguchi pushed Su Guang in front of a large mirror. Su Guang didn't dare to look up, but timidly glanced at the mirror out of the corner of

her eye. She saw that she had been dressed up as a heavily made-up woman, and immediately blushed with shame, turning her face away, her heart clenching. At this moment, the female manager ordered, "Alright. Now begin the posture correction training." Su Guang trembled in fright and hurriedly said, "Ah? Correction! No, I..." The nurses put a pair of high heels on him, the pointed heels at least three inches high. Su Guang was helped to stand up, his feet burning with pain.

The female minister took off her suit and took out a thin leather whip. "Watch my movements." The female minister gave Su Guang a cold look, then walked back and forth several times, swaying her hips, making Su Guang imitate her feminine walk. Su Guang felt a chill run down her spine under Yamaguchi's gaze, and could only reluctantly follow Yamaguchi's movements. It was her first time wearing high heels, and she couldn't even stand steadily, let alone walk, her ankles twisting. Yamaguchi pointed and scolded her, and if Su Guang hesitated even slightly, she would whip her. Su Guang was both afraid and ashamed, yet dared not stop, her legs and feet aching, and she was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

From then on, Su Guang had to wear high heels every day under Yamaguchi's guidance for 'behavioral correction.' In reality, it was training to behave in a feminine way. For example, walking, sitting, every movement had to be like a woman's. If she wasn't careful, she would be scolded and whipped. To see results sooner, Yamaguchi also began to forcibly inject Su Guang with large doses of estrogen. The strong pharmacological reaction often made Su Guang dizzy, nauseous, and frequently gag, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. Each time he was pinned down on the bed, watching the pale yellow medicine slowly being injected into his body, he was terrified and struggled desperately. But besides futile cries and pleas, he could only weep afterward, stroking the lingering pain from the needle marks and the whip marks on his body.

Soon, Su Guang's nipples gradually became red, swollen, and enlarged, with two hard lumps appearing under them, causing a dull ache and gradually swelling. The fat around his nipples also increased. His skin began to become white, tender, and smooth. His muscles began to atrophy, and he lost his strength, unable to even struggle when the female nurse changed his clothes each day. His waist became smaller and thinner, while his buttocks became larger and rounder. His penis also shrank, unable to erect, and remained limp all day. When his lace underwear was pulled tight, it became flat and smooth, just like a woman's genitals. A month later, Su Guang's chest had noticeably developed into two girlish breasts. Though not very full, they were quite elastic and would occasionally ache. When he wore a bra, his breasts appeared even more prominent, making him blush with embarrassment and secretly weep with anxiety, wondering what strange things he would become, and living in constant fear. At night, Su Guang would sometimes look at the two mounds of white flesh on his chest, angrily pressing and squeezing them, but this only exacerbated the ache in his chest. His breasts continued to grow larger and fuller. Eventually, he could feel his chest trembling with every movement. Su Guang unconsciously became sensitive to his breasts and dared not expose them in public. Every morning, Su Guang had no choice but to obediently put on his bra and begin his training. The women's underwear also became a good fit for him. He could feel the support of the lace panties on his round buttocks and the dependence of his breasts on the bra. This feeling sometimes annoyed him, but more often than not, he didn't feel the initial resistance; instead, he felt a sense of security.

One night, driven to desperation, Su Guang bit open his wrist artery, hoping to end his humiliating life. But he was immediately discovered by the female nurse guarding him. Yamaguchi tied him to the bed, whipped him mercilessly, grabbed his hair, and asked if he still wanted to die. Su Guang, his heart broken, spat blood onto Yamaguchi's face.

Yamaguchi grinned maliciously, wiping away the blood, and placed a photograph in front of Su Guang, saying, "Yukiko, you can end it all with death, but aren't you worried about them?" He then set the photograph on fire. The images of Su Guang and his parents in the photograph were distorted and blackened by the burning. Su Guang, his eyes glazed over, cried out hoarsely, "No! Don't touch them! Please! Don't… I'll never do it again… I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you…" He finally realized he had no choice.

Yamaguchi intensified his training in all aspects, including beauty, makeup, singing, and dancing. During the day, Su Guang wore various alluring women's lingerie and applied heavy makeup, practicing relentlessly. At night, Yamaguchi forced him to wear various sexy nightgowns and learn various seductive female postures. The high doses of estrogen and the cruel training changed Su Guang's physique and unconsciously feminized him.

He went from being completely resistant to starting to cooperate. He began to get used to choosing the clothes he wanted to wear from the wardrobe every day, to walking with a swaying gait, to using cosmetics to make himself more beautiful, to the changes high heels made to his feet, and to the way sexy lingerie accentuated his figure.

Six months later, Su Guang, dressed up in a flamboyant manner by Yamaguchi, was sent to President Miyamoto's "Palace of Beautiful Demons" nightclub.

This nightclub was actually a private underground club run by President Miyamoto, catering to government officials and prominent figures for their indulgence and entertainment. Almost all the "ladies" who accompanied the guests were transgender.

The ladyboys who entertain guests here are mostly young men lured in under the guise of job openings.

Upon entering the club, they are immediately locked in separate rooms in the basement of the headquarters building, losing their freedom. They then undergo physical training to mimic female behavior and practice various entertainment and dance skills, and are regularly forcibly injected with large doses of estrogen. Almost all of them go through a process from initial resistance to fear, shame, and finally submission, helplessly enduring feminizing training. Finally, when these young men's behavior and demeanor become as docile and graceful as girls, they are given various alluring stage names, dressed in sexy and charming attire, and sent to the "Palace of Ladyboys" for the guests' enjoyment.

In the nightclub, these beautiful ladyboys are slaves to be played with and used to satisfy various sexual desires. Every day at the start of the night, they are dressed in dazzling jewelry and brought to the front desk, waiting to be chosen by the guests. If they weren't chosen, their clothes would be stripped off by bodyguards, their necks bound with belts, and they'd be led onto the stage to perform a striptease in front of a large audience. Not only would they have to expose every inch of their bodies, but they'd also be whipped for the slightest mistake. Therefore, they had to endure the humiliation and pain, forcing smiles and displaying various seductive poses to attract the guests' attention. The suffering of their unchosen companions on stage kept the other transgender people entertaining the guests at bay, forcing them to do their best to please them.

Su Guang and a transgender person named Zi Rou were assigned to live together, with two female caregivers responsible for their daily routines and grooming. The room was beautifully furnished, with a row of tall, louvered wardrobes against the wall, opposite which was a large European-style bed and a silk sofa. The curtains and bedding were brightly colored, and the dressing table was filled with various cosmetics and utensils—everything was arranged like a woman's bedroom.

Since the nightclub only opened at night, and the daytime was the transvestites' rest time, the two female caregivers put the various dresses prepared for Su Guang into the wardrobe, helped her change into a light pink soft satin slip dress, and then left.

The transvestite named Zi Rou sat in front of the dressing table, casually applying lipstick. He was wearing a white silk short nightgown and shorts, with delicate lace trim on the chest, hem, and sides of the shorts, and his full breasts bulged high under the short nightgown. As soon as the female caregivers left, he sat down next to Su Guang and said, "What's your name? My name is Zi Rou..."

Su Guang smelled a strong fragrance, saw that he was about her age, with long black hair draped over his shoulders, and although he wasn't wearing makeup, he still had a certain feminine charm. His fingernails and toenails were painted with bright red nail polish, and his movements were also like a woman's. When he asked her, she blushed and reluctantly answered, "Xue... Xuezi."

"Xuezi, hmm, the name they gave you is quite innocent. How did you get here? You must have suffered a lot," Zirou said softly.

Su Guang recalled all the pain she had endured, her heart filled with sorrow, and a few tears soaked her nightgown.

Zirou sighed softly and said, "Xuezi, don't be sad. You're not used to it yet, be careful when you entertain the guests tonight."

Su Guang forced herself to calm down and said, "Thank you, I'm just feeling sad for a moment, I'll be careful. How long have you been here?"

Zirou smiled bitterly and said, "If you hadn't asked, I would have almost forgotten. About a year, I guess," casually tucking a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes behind her ear with her little finger, a very feminine gesture.

“Alright, let’s talk about something else. Heh, your bra is quite pretty…” she said, picking up the bra that Su Guang had taken off on the bed and admiring it. Su Guang, embarrassed, snatched it away and stuffed it under the pillow. Zi Rou giggled and tried to grab it back, but Su Guang quickly pinned her down. However, Zi Rou tickled him under his armpits, and he couldn’t help but laugh and slump to the side.

Zi Rou seized the opportunity to grab the white silk bra and waved it around. Su Guang was both ashamed and anxious, pulling Zi Rou down onto the bed to try and take back the bra. The two of them rolled around in a playful tussle. Their bodies occasionally touched, and he felt the soft warmth of Zi Rou’s breasts, as well as the tingling sensation on his body when Zi Rou touched his own breasts.

Suddenly, the door opened, and two nurses entered. Su Guang and Zi Rou quickly got out of bed and stood to one side. "Alright, the guests are almost here, it's time to get ready,"

one of the nurses said, untying the straps on Zi Rou's back and removing her nightgown and shorts, then removing Su Guang's nightgown. Su Guang stood awkwardly, hugging his shoulders. A nurse had already selected a strapless blue floral silk satin bra and matching thong from the wardrobe for him. She gestured for Su Guang to raise his arms, wrap the bra around his chest, and fasten the hooks at the back. After adjusting it, Su Guang's breasts appeared even fuller and higher with the underwire cups.

At this moment, Zi Rou also put on a light pink lace bra and light pink lace panties, with a towel wrapped around her head, and sat in front of the tall dressing mirror, obediently letting another nurse apply her makeup. Su Guang was restrained by two bodyguards. In his panic, the two female nurses shaved off his pubic hair and put him in a small thong lace panty. A thin lace strap with lace trim was tied around his buttocks, making Su Guang very uncomfortable.

They pulled Su Guang to a dressing stool covered with brocade cushions and wrapped his long hair with a towel. They applied face cream to him and gently massaged his face, advising, "The boss wants to see you in person today. With your looks, as long as you are obedient, you will definitely be favored by the guests. Serve those important people well, and it will be as easy as the boss saying a word if you want to leave." Su Guang's shoulders, upper chest, and back were also powdered, his eyelids were painted with heavy eyeshadow and drawn with thick black eyeliner, and long false eyelashes were applied to his eyes. Su Guang felt his eyelids were heavy, but he dared not move. Having reached this point, he had no other choice. The nurse's words made him think about the future, and he felt a glimmer of hope, yet also a terrifying and bewildering sense of impending doom, like a dark dream.

The nurse held Su Guang's chin with one hand and carefully drew a purplish-red lip line on his lips with the other. "You don't know, do you? This room used to house a young man named Yi Xiang. He was also a company employee. He was very handsome when he dressed up, but he was not very obedient and always had a stubborn streak. Once, he tried to escape, but he was stopped by Manager Yamaguchi. That night, he was taken to the operating room, and no matter how much he begged, he still underwent gender reassignment surgery. When he came out a few months later, he had become stunningly beautiful. His breasts had been augmented to be round and full, and his voice was as high-pitched as a woman's. When serving customers, he was so seductive and charming that he seemed like a completely different person. Even the company president liked him very much and often had him accompany important guests." As she spoke, she fastened a flesh-colored lace garter belt around Su Guang's waist, then put high stockings on him and hooked the edges of the stockings with the garter belt. They brought out a long, embroidered evening gown of light red silk satin and helped Su Guang put it on. Su Guang's legs, already clad in stockings, were cool and slippery under the satin dress.

Two nurses zipped up the back of the dress and then put on a pair of red satin high-heeled shoes. The heels were over three inches high; Su Guang had to straighten his legs and raise his upper body to stand upright. One nurse laughed, "With those high heels, your figure is even more beautiful." Su Guang secretly glanced in the dressing mirror and saw that his chest was even more prominent, and even his buttocks appeared rounder and fuller, just like a woman's. He blushed deeply and dared not look any further. The two nurses applied perfume behind his ears and under his armpits, then took out some jewelry, placing a pearl necklace around Su Guang's neck, exquisite pearl earrings on his earlobes, a pearl bracelet on one wrist, and several dazzling gemstone rings on his fingers.

Zi Rou wore a black satin, tight-fitting, low-cut dress, the hem barely reaching her thighs. Black lace stockings with openwork details were held up tightly by black lace bandages, and she wore white pointed-toe high heels with high, sharp heels. Her full, high breasts were partially exposed, and her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her appear sexy and alluring. Turning back, she saw Su Guang's somber expression and, remembering herself a year ago, was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Just as she was about to say something, a female nurse urged, "Alright! The guests are all here, what are you dawdling for!" Zi Rou reluctantly walked out. Hearing the clatter of Zi Rou's high heels gradually fade away, Su Guang knew it was his turn. His hands were icy cold and trembling slightly.

Su Guang was led to another room by two nurses. Upon entering, he saw President Miyamoto, dressed casually, sitting on the sofa. Yamaguchi, who had been standing by, saw them enter and pulled Aoi Hikaru in front of Miyamoto, saying smugly, "Please inspect her, President."

Miyamoto squinted, admiring the silent, head-down Aoi Hikaru. He noticed her long, flowing hair, her heavily made-up face, and her tight-fitting, light red satin dress that accentuated her slender waist. Pointed red satin high heels peeked out from under the hem. While her slightly broad shoulders still possessed a certain masculinity, her chest was high and full, her hips round and round. Her face was flushed with shyness, and her long, curled eyelashes drooped, giving her a captivating charm. He exclaimed excitedly, "Oh! So beautiful! Unbelievable! Excellent! Yamaguchi, you really know how to do things!" Yamaguchi beamed, bowed, and took his leave, followed by the two guards.

Seeing Yamaguchi and the nurse leave, Aoi Hikaru, clinging to a sliver of hope, desperately knelt before Miyamoto, pleading, "President! Please! Why are you doing this to me? Let me go, please let me go!"

Miyamoto smiled and said, "Aoi Hikaru-kun, don't be so willful. Didn't Yamaguchi tell you that in two years, he'll definitely let you go, and he'll give you a substantial bonus? As long as you're obedient, you can have whatever you want." Aoi Hikaru's eyes were filled with tears, and he wanted to say something, but Miyamoto grabbed his waist and legs, dragged him into the bedroom, and pushed him onto the luxurious bed that had been laid out with satin mattresses and brocade quilts.

Aoi Hikaru's body went limp, and he pleaded desperately, "No, no... President, don't do this. No...!" But Miyamoto pressed him down on the bed, unzipped his back, ripped off his long skirt, and unhooked his bra. Aoi Hikaru's breasts sprang out, trembling incessantly. He then removed the stocking from one of Aoi Hikaru's legs, twisted his hands behind his back, and tied them together with the stocking.

Aoi Hikaru lay on the bed, trembling with fear. Miyamoto stripped off his clothes and saw that Su Guang was only wearing a narrow lace-trimmed pair of panties. His white, tender buttocks were only held together by a narrow strip of lace, making them appear even more voluptuous. Overwhelmed by lust, he ripped off Su Guang's panties, spread his legs, and pounced on his back.

Su Guang's hair was disheveled, and he kicked wildly, but Miyamoto pinned him down, unable to move. Suddenly, he felt Miyamoto's hands grabbing and kneading his chest. Su Guang felt a tingling sensation throughout his body and screamed in fright. Miyamoto's eyes gleamed, and he grinned maliciously, saying, "Today, I'll enlighten you and let you taste what it's like to be a woman." He then thrust his engorged penis towards Su Guang's anus, but it was too tight and difficult to penetrate. Su Guang cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face.

Miyamoto didn't care whether Su Guang lived or died. He smeared some saliva on Su Guang's anus, grabbed his buttocks with both hands, and twisted and thrust. Amid Su Guang's cries, his thick glans slowly squeezed into Su Guang's anus. Then, with a powerful thrust, Su Guang cried out as it went in about an inch. Su Guang felt as if his anus was being torn apart, his whole body tensing in pain, his legs trembling. He was filled with shame and fear, and could only close his eyes tightly, biting down on the satin mattress beneath him to endure the pain.

Miyamoto was overjoyed. He thrust several more times, pushing in a few more inches. He felt his glans inside being wrapped in something hot and itchy, his whole body going numb. He couldn't help but pull out and push in, slowly pulling and pushing, going deeper and deeper, in and out hundreds of times. Su Guang was in excruciating pain, tears streaming down his face, crying out loud.

Miyamoto was in high spirits, ignoring Su Guang's life or death, and thrust even harder and harder, without stopping. After several thousand thrusts, Su Guang's anus gradually became moist and slippery, making a smacking sound with each thrust of the penis. Su Guang felt the thick, hot penis pushing and pulling inside his buttocks. Although it wasn't as painful as at the beginning, he felt full and swollen inside, and began to experience waves of tingling and itching. His whole body felt weak, and he felt both ashamed and fearful. He writhed in discomfort and moaned softly.

Seeing that Aoi Hikaru's body was twisting and swaying, Miyamoto knew that he had started to itch, so he untied his hands and laughed, "Yukiko, does it feel good to itch? You're already wet, you'll be in the climax soon."

With that, he pulled out his penis with a "pop," and amidst Aoi Hikaru's painful groans, he lifted his legs and flipped his limp body over, putting his legs on his shoulders. He used a pillow to elevate Aoi Hikaru's buttocks, and like playing with a woman, he held Aoi Hikaru's legs and, with his wetness, thrust hard again. Aoi Hikaru's arms and legs were weak, and he could no longer resist, so he could only let himself be manipulated.

This time, Miyamoto used even more force, thrusting in and out wildly, making Su Guang's buttocks slap loudly, causing her to leak even more juices. Su Guang lay on her back, her legs held up by Miyamoto, her body trembling from the impact. It felt like ants were crawling inside her buttocks, unbearably itchy, and she could only grit her teeth and endure it. As she tried to endure, she gradually became confused and disoriented, her hands flailing wildly, her waist twisting and turning, her buttocks swaying and bouncing, moaning and groaning, not knowing what to do.

Miyamoto simply thrust his hips forward, pulling out fully and then plunging in deeply, thrusting in and out, kneading left and right, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes tight, sometimes slow. This made Su Guang's anus twitch and her juices flow freely. She felt hot and full inside, and her buttocks were becoming increasingly itchy and sore, unable to escape or avoid it. She couldn't help but arch her buttocks, welcoming and pressing in, her nose flaring out, making moaning and sobbing sounds.

Miyamoto thrust even harder and faster, each time to the hilt, sometimes kneading and stirring inside her. Aoi Hikaru felt a tingling sensation from the rubbing of the glans, a strange relief from the itch. Forgetting everything else, he instinctively hooked his legs around Miyamoto, thrusting his buttocks wildly towards his penis, as if afraid it would stop. Gradually, he felt his anus involuntarily turning outwards, wanting to urinate but unable to, shortness of breath rising, his face flushed red.

Seeing this, Miyamoto's lust intensified, thrusting deeper and harder, relentlessly pounding and manipulating. Suddenly, Aoi Hikaru felt a jolt, a tingling sensation from head to toe, an indescribable pleasure surging within him like a fire. His anus twitched repeatedly, his juices gushing out. A feeling of relief washed over him, the itch subsided, and after a few more spurts, he was completely limp, letting out a breath, unable to move any further.

Seeing this, Miyamoto laughed, "Aoi Hikaru-kun, I didn't expect you to ejaculate like a woman on your first time. It must feel great, right?" He then thrust even faster.

Su Guang's body went limp like mud, and she could only close her eyes and endure the pain. Soon, her anus became dry and aching as if cut by a knife. She cried out, "Oh...ah!...President, I...I can't take it anymore, ah...President, I can't take it anymore, please...please spare me, oh..." Miyamoto could no longer control himself. He bent down, embraced Su Guang's lower back, and thrust all the way to the root, growling as he thrust hard a few times. A tingling

sensation ran down his scalp, and he ejaculated profusely. Su Guang felt the penis plunge into her body, throbbing incessantly. A burning sensation filled her stomach. Opening her eyes, she saw Miyamoto's excited climax and realized that he had ejaculated inside her. She was filled with shame and fear, but there was nothing she could do. Satisfied, Miyamoto slowly withdrew his penis, pulled Su Guang into his arms, kissing and rubbing her body. Su Guang, at this point, could no longer resist and could only submit to Miyamoto's control. Miyamoto whispered in Awamitsu's ear, "Awamitsu-kun, it feels wonderful to be teased, doesn't it? Look how much you've wet yourself. As long as you're obedient, I won't mistreat you." Awamitsu was so ashamed he wanted to disappear, his face burning red. He buried his head deep in the quilt, feeling utterly guilty and remorseful, and cried out inwardly, "Heavens, is this my fate?" He was held in Miyamoto's arms and couldn't sleep all night.

The next day, Awamitsu's buttocks were so swollen and painful that he couldn't get up, but Miyamoto didn't force him. Awamitsu lay in bed all day, not eating. Yamaguchi came in and saw him still crying, and laughed, "Alright, don't be so upset. Getting the president to sleep with you will bring you benefits in the future. What, did the president not enjoy you?"

Awamitsu was so ashamed he couldn't open his eyes, but tears streamed down his face. Yamaguchi then turned and ordered, "Tonight, dress him up a bit more seductively. I want to take him out to meet guests." Awamitsu was both anxious and afraid, and it wasn't until the afternoon that he was able to get out of bed.

That evening, after Su Guang took a bath, the nurses dressed him in a rose-red short gauze skirt and white high heels. Two pink satin bows adorned the white satin shoes. They also tied his long black hair into a high braid at the back of his head with a pink satin ribbon, tying a delicate bow at the base. They then applied makeup and powder to Su Guang, carefully styling him up. While not dazzlingly glamorous, he was dressed in a pure and alluring way. Yamaguchi was very satisfied and said, "Good, Yukiko looks like this. Not only will those men drool over her, but even I'm tempted." He gently pinched Su Guang's cheek, making Su Guang blush and lower his head in embarrassment.

Afterwards, Yamaguchi led Su Guang into the club's lobby, displaying him to the guests like a commodity. The colorful lights dazzled him, and the lustful gazes of the guests made him blush and feel extremely embarrassed.

Yamaguchi proudly introduced Aoi to the guests, even including her measurements and weight, completely disregarding Aoi's feelings. Just as he finished introducing her, a stylishly dressed, mustachioed middle-aged man approached, looking arrogant, and said to Yamaguchi, "Congratulations, Manager, another young lady has joined us. How about having this lady keep me company tonight?" Yamaguchi, recognizing the local yakuza boss, quickly laughed, "Oh, it's Nogawa's good fortune to have taken a liking to him. There's nothing wrong with that. But since he's new, you'll have to be patient and train him. Have fun." He then instructed Aoi, "Yukiko, this is the president's distinguished guest. Serve her well." Aoi bit her red lips tightly, head bowed, remaining silent. Nogawa laughed, "It's alright. I just love trying new things." He then pulled Aoi into his private room. October
7th, Chapter 7: The Transformation of a Woman, Part 1.

Su Guang was held tightly in Nogawa's arms, too afraid to move, her heart pounding with anxiety. As soon as she sat down, she felt Nogawa's hand on her thigh, and her body trembled with nervousness. Nogawa stroked Su Guang's stockinged thigh, rubbing his nose against her face, chuckling, "Miss Yukiko's face is as white as snow, so fragrant! I fell for you at first sight. Don't be afraid, I'm not a gangster." Su Guang dared not push away or dodge, and could only endure it. Nogawa's other hand then went around Su Guang's neck, pressing against her bra, grabbing and kneading it. Su Guang was terrified, his breath coming in short gasps. His chest tingled from the kneading, and he pleaded, "No, no, Mr. Nogawa, please...please don't do this." But Nogawa grabbed his neck and kissed his lips. Su Guang's mind went blank, and he felt dizzy. He felt Nogawa's mouth tightly covering his lips, making it hard to breathe. Nogawa's tongue swept wildly across his gums. Just as Su Guang tried to catch his breath, Nogawa's tongue forced its way into his mouth, rolling and sweeping. Su Guang's tongue had nowhere to hide, and it was sucked and played with incessantly. Su Guang tried to pull his tongue away several times, but Nogawa bit it tightly, causing Su Guang to groan in pain.

Nogawa hugged Su Guang, grabbing and touching his body, even kneading Su Guang's breasts until they were outside his bra.

Su Guang blushed deeply, screaming repeatedly, his curled eyelashes filled with tears, and he could only helplessly struggle with his hands. Seeing this, the other guests also hugged their respective "ladies," laughing and cheering. Nogawa, even more enthusiastic, looked up and shouted, "Whoever can guess the color of his bra, I'll bet a million yen!"

The guests shouted, "Red!" "Yellow!" "Black!" "Green!" "White!" Tickets rained down around the private room like snowflakes. Ayumi, terrified, shrank back into the sofa, pleadingly looking at Nogawa, "No! Please, don't... please!" But Nogawa grinned maliciously, grabbing Ayumi's arm with one hand and reaching under her skirt with the other. Ayumi desperately tried to cover her chest, twisting and turning, even kicking off her high heels, but Nogawa still managed to pull out her bra. Nogawa held up Ayumi's bra, laughing, "Ha, it's pink!" He covered his face, smelling and rubbing it, then triumphantly tossed it to the crowd. The guests tossed and played with the pale pink lace bra, laughing and joking. Su Guang's short skirt was ripped open at the chest. Seeing her bra being played with by everyone, she was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She could only hug her arms to cover her chest and curl up on the sofa, secretly shedding tears.

Ye Chuan sat down and enthusiastically picked up his drink, downing it in one gulp. Seeing Su Guang still crying, he cursed, "You bastard! Aren't you just here to entertain the guests? What are you crying for! If you cry again, I'll pull down your panties and play with them." Su Guang was so frightened that she had to close her legs and force herself to stop sobbing. Ye Chuan laughed, "That's a well-behaved lady. Come, have a drink with me." He then hugged Su Guang, picked up the glass, and poured the drink down her throat. Su Guang choked and coughed repeatedly, but Ye Chuan laughed gleefully and continued to play with her.

In this noisy, brightly lit place, Su Guang could only swallow her anger and let himself be manipulated.

Soon, the lights changed, and the soft pink light, combined with the decadent music, created an atmosphere of lewdness and indulgence. The guests began to play with the transvestites they had chosen in various ways, their painful moans and groans mingling with the guests' ecstatic panting.

Nogawa, completely drunk, embraced Aoi and said, "Yukiko, let's play too, you'll like it." Aoi frowned, overwhelmed by his alcohol fumes, but dared not dodge. Startled, she trembled and could only manage, "Mr. Nogawa, I... let's drink." She wanted to get him drunk so she would suffer less. Nogawa laughed, "Come on, give me a massage first, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven."

Saying this, he grabbed Su Guang's hand and pressed it against his crotch. Su Guang felt a thick, hard, and hot penis pressing against his hand, and was so frightened that his mind went blank. His face burned with embarrassment, and he couldn't pull his hand away. Instead

, Ye Chuan held him down and began to rub it roughly. Ye Chuan got carried away and forced Su Guang to crawl on the ground. He lifted Su Guang's skirt, tore open his panties, grabbed Su Guang's lower back, and thrust hard. Su Guang cried out as the thick penis entered his anus. Su Guang put his hands on the ground, winced in pain, and cried out repeatedly.

But Ye Chuan grabbed his waist, pulled him back, and thrust in again, penetrating him to the hilt. Then he pushed, pulled out a little, and continued to thrust and pull his body back and forth. Su Guang knelt on the ground, helplessly swaying back and forth as Ye Chuan manipulated him. He felt the throbbing, hot penis inside his anus, the in-and-out motion causing unbearable burning pain. He was filled with shame and anxiety, tears streaming down his face.

Ye Chuan pressed Su Guang's head to the ground, raising his buttocks higher, and began a frenzied

, forceful thrusting. Su Guang's legs trembled with pain, and he groaned incessantly. Gradually, arousal fluid began to flow from his anus, causing itching and involuntary twisting of his buttocks, his anus twitching. Ye Chuan, in the throes of passion, panted heavily, thrusting even faster and harder, causing Su Guang's fluid to flow freely down his legs, the impact making loud slapping sounds. Su Guang felt an unbearable heat, swelling, and itching inside, groaning and panting, his buttocks heaving and throbbing, his face flushed red, his nostrils flaring.

After an hour of this, Ye Chuan felt an unbearable tingling sensation, grabbed Su Guang's lower back, thrust a few more times, and ejaculated profusely. Su Guang felt Nogawa growling as he lay on her back, his penis thrusting into her body, throbbing repeatedly. A warm current surged in her abdomen, the tingling and itching gradually subsiding, and she realized Nogawa had ejaculated. She could only grit her teeth and lie there waiting for him to pull out.

Nogawa excitedly groaned as he withdrew his penis, several spurts of semen shooting onto Su Guang's back. Seeing that Su Guang's juices had pooled on her lower body, and she was slumped on the ground unable to get up, he laughed, "Miss Yukiko, you've leaked so much juice, it feels good to be penetrated, doesn't it? Come and taste my treasure." As he spoke, he actually put his penis to Su Guang's mouth. Su Guang screamed in fright, turning her head to dodge, but still got her face smeared with semen. Nogawa grabbed Su Guang's hair and pressed her down to her crotch. Su Guang couldn't dodge and could only desperately push him away with her mouth shut.

Nogawa grinned maliciously and forcefully pried open Aoi Hikaru's mouth. Just as Aoi Hikaru's bright red lips were about to touch the dark purple glans, someone behind him laughed, "Nogawa-kun, you should spare him." Turning around, he saw a young man around thirty years old, burly, impeccably dressed in a suit, with thick eyebrows and narrow eyes, exuding an extraordinary air. Nogawa's interest was ruined, and he was about to lash out when President Miyamoto walked over with a smile and said, "Team Leader Nogawa, let me introduce you. This is Masao Mishima, the son of the chairman of the Mishima Group." With a wave of his hand, two guards stepped forward to help Nogawa up and then helped Aoi Hikaru backstage.

Upon hearing that he was the son of the Mishima Group, Nogawa's heart skipped a beat. He fastened his belt, his face already amiable, and smiled, "Oh? It's Mr. Mishima. I'm sorry to have made you laugh." Miyamoto said, "Come, everyone, have a drink!" It turned out that the Mishima Group was extremely powerful and renowned in Japanese political and civilian circles.

Today, Miyamoto had finally managed to invite Mishima Masao to the Palace of Beautiful Demons, intending to win him over and have Aoi Hikari entertain him. However, Nogawa

beat him to it. Mishima Masao, entering for the first time, was overwhelmed by the chaotic and disorganized

atmosphere and was unimpressed. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed Aoi Hikari being held in Nogawa's arms. His heart skipped a beat, and while chatting with Miyamoto, he kept an eye on the situation. Later, seeing Aoi Hikari's agonizing pain, he rushed to her aid. Miyamoto, seizing the opportunity, rearranged Nogawa's affairs and persuaded Mishima to stay. Mishima, curious that all the "ladies" were dressed as men and noticing a resemblance between Aoi Hikari and his former girlfriend, decided not to rush back.

Yamaguchi directed the others to clean Aoi Hikari up, change her clothes, and then take her to Mishima's private room. Still shaken, Aoi Hikaru sat down next to Mishima. Seeing Mishima pick up a cigarette, he quickly grabbed a lighter from the table and lit it for him. "Thank you," Mishima said politely. Only then did he notice that although Miss Yukiko wore a women's ring and her nails were bright red, it was still easy to tell that her hands were male.

Aoi Hikaru, seeing him staring at his hands, lowered his head in embarrassment, feeling uneasy. He had always been grateful to Mishima, but he didn't know what awaited him.

Mishima quickly said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I... I just don't understand why you do this kind of job. You don't seem to like it either, do you?" Since being tricked into this situation, no one had cared about Aoi Hikaru. Hearing such concern from this complete stranger, Mishima, filled Aoi Hikaru with sorrow. He covered his face with his hands, and tears streamed down his face.

Mishima suddenly recalled that night several years ago, when his girlfriend, Tsuruko, had also wept bitterly before him. Because of his parents' wishes, he had turned away, and that very night, she left him forever. A surge of emotion welled up within him, and he reached out and pulled Aoi Hikaru to his shoulder. Overwhelmed with grief, Aoi Hikaru felt a strong arm around him, a warmth and security he had never experienced before, making it impossible for him to leave. When he later realized he was leaning against a man, the strange feeling was irresistible. When he vaguely understood this terrible transformation, he was already powerless to resist. Thinking of the long, dark road ahead, Aoi Hikaru wept uncontrollably. Under Mishima's questioning, Aoi Hikaru recounted his misfortune and helplessness, frequently interrupted by sobs. Mishima listened quietly, thinking of Tsuruko again, and unknowingly drank a lot of wine.

When they returned, Mishima was somewhat drunk. Aoi felt empty and was a little dazed. Seeing Mishima looking at him with concern, he quickly sat up and said shyly, "Ah, I'm sorry, goodbye." He lowered his head sadly. Mishima looked at Aoi with deep emotion and said, "Would you like to come with me?" Aoi, as if a lost person had seen a life-saving light, looked up at Mishima gratefully, then lowered his head, tears blurring his vision. He nodded vigorously.

That night, Mishima stayed at the Palace of the Beautiful Demons. Aoi was both ashamed and flustered, but facing Mishima, he could hardly refuse, not only because he would rescue him, but also because of the strange attachment and sense of belonging he felt towards him. Although he was afraid of being used like a woman, he could only repay Mishima's kindness with his body.

When Aoi, wearing a pink lace slip dress and blushing, walked out of the bathroom, Mishima was stunned for a moment, then said, "You, you really look like Tsuruko!" He couldn't help but hug Aoi and kiss her passionately. Su Guang felt a wave of weakness wash over him as Mishima's hot tongue swirled in his mouth. He knew Mishima was reminded of his ex-girlfriend by seeing him, but he couldn't bear to hurt him. Unable to resist, Su Guang surrendered himself completely to Mishima.

In the dim light, Su Guang closed his eyes tightly and obediently knelt on the satin mattress. Mishima probed and thrust forcefully, penetrating several inches. Su Guang cried out in pain. Mishima, already burning with desire, began to throb. But as Mishima's thrusts became faster and faster, Su Guang gritted his teeth and endured it. His anus gradually filled with fluid, and amidst the unbearable itching, he vaguely felt a pleasure he had never experienced before. Then, the feeling grew stronger and stronger, yet there was nowhere to release it, leaving Su Guang feeling unbearable and unable to let go, unsure of what to do. Finally, with each thrust of Mishima, Su Guang impulsively raised and lowered his trembling buttocks, moaning and panting. At this moment, he no longer knew who he was; he only wished to be a woman, begging the man on his back to penetrate deeper and faster. Mishima, panting heavily, embraced Aoi's lower back and thrust rhythmically. This forbidden fruit, which he had never tasted before, had driven him mad. Aoi was numb from the penetration, her head resting on the pillow, her buttocks raised high, her juices flowing freely down her legs, moaning all the while. With a low growl of excitement, Mishima finally ejaculated. Aoi felt the penis thrust deeper, throbbing uncontrollably, a burning sensation in her buttocks, her anus twitching a few times, and a gush of juices flowing out. Her whole body was limp as mud, and she collapsed onto the pillow, panting, half-asleep, only able to let Mishima hold her in his arms, kissing and caressing her.

The next day, when Mishima woke up, he found Aoi still lying beside him and realized what had happened the night before. He hurriedly said, "Oh! I'm sorry. How could I be such a bastard!" "No, don't say that. I... I don't blame you," Aoi said softly, her face flushed.

A few days later, Aoi finally left the Beauty Nightclub with Mishima. Mishima temporarily took Awamitsu into the villa where he and Tsuruko used to live. On the night before sending Awamitsu back to Japan, Awamitsu asked about Tsuruko, and Mishima just shook his head with a bitter smile. After several probing questions, he finally told her about his painful past.

Tsuruko was his first girlfriend, and she would be his last, Mishima always believed. As the only son in his family and the heir to a vast family business, he enjoyed unimaginable privileges from a young age. However, his father was strict and demanding, rarely smiling in his presence. Mishima kept his distance from his father, longing for his mother and even dreaming of her occasionally, seeing her in photographs.

His butler, Uncle Toku, often told him that his father was doing it for his own good, hoping for his well-being, but he couldn't understand it and gradually stopped thinking about it. Perhaps it was his nature, but school was like a training ground for him. He didn't want to wear the same uniforms as everyone else, nor did he want to be bossed around, nor did he seem to need to. So, his favorite thing was to escape the gaze of his driver and bodyguards, secretly watching them wipe their sweat, and then swaggering off to carry out his own plans, until one day before he turned fifteen.

That night, after wandering around all day, he quietly sneaked back to his room, took out the CD he had just bought, and was about to listen when a heavy thud on the stairs, accompanied by that headache-inducing shout, pierced his ears first. Mishima sighed and sat up. The door opened, and there was that familiar cold face and the reprimand that seemed to have been memorized by heart. He lowered his head, thinking about tomorrow's arrangements, and almost fell asleep, until a "thump..." sounded, and he breathed a sigh of relief. But the record no longer aroused his interest. For the first time, he sneaked out the back door late at night... That night he met Tsuruko. To be precise, Tsuruko picked him up from the street, drunk, and took him back to her small house. Almost all of his designer clothes had been stolen. It was also the first time he had drunk alcohol, and the first time he had completely relaxed under the care of a woman. When he opened his eyes, Tsuruko's clear and beautiful eyes were etched into his heart, and life took on a new meaning for him. On one of his birthdays, he gave Tsuruko a white short dress. She often wore it on their dates, looking like a quiet lily, and Mishima was captivated.

Gradually, Mishima seemed to change. In his father's eyes, he was like a bridle-wearing pony—obedient and hardworking. His father's surprise turned into secret joy. Although he would sometimes scold him, it was mostly to remind him not to be complacent. Of course, he didn't know that something else had entered Mishima's heart, and that he no longer cared what he would become, as long as he could rightfully marry her. However, he felt that wasn't important; as long as his son was finally back on the right path, that was enough.

But things didn't go as they imagined. The father had already arranged a marriage for his prized son with the daughter of a political figure, which he considered the perfect match. He just hadn't asked his son if he could let go of the girl with no social standing, and of course, he felt there was no need to ask—wasn't that a matter of course?

When Mishima had prepared everything he needed to run away, the kind-hearted Tsuruko still didn't want him to lose his only father for her sake. In despair, they enjoyed their first time together, like two dying lives struggling to breathe their last breath. The inner pain and physical pleasure wove a large net, entangling and tearing them apart. In the passionate interaction of their bodies, reason had shattered, and they saw their fate. That day was his second time drinking.

When Mishima walked out of the hospital, Tsuruko's simple funeral had just ended. Tsuruko gave him only a bottle of ordinary calcium tablets, while she herself swallowed a bottle of strong sleeping pills. When the father, who had begun to repent, saw the once arrogant look in Mishima's eyes rekindle, even more intensely, he finally understood his son. In his subsequent life of debauchery and revelry, Mishima often felt as if he had returned to his fifteen-year-old self. He would repeatedly get drunk, as if Tsuruko would still help him back to the hut…

Aoi listened silently, saying nothing. After a moment of silence, Aoi raised his head and asked softly, “I…I really…like Tsuruko?” Two stars shone in his eyes.

Mishima withdrew his gaze from the distance, nodded, and said, “That day, I was a bastard. I’m sorry. You can go back to Taiwan tomorrow. I’ve made preparations for you.” He paused, then added, “If you need anything in the future, you can still come to me. Whenever you want.”

Aoi nodded and said nothing more.

After Aoi flew away, Mishima returned to his former life, but he never went to the Mei Yao Nightclub again. He didn’t know why, but sometimes, when he was holding the dancers beside him, he would often think that Aoi was asleep in Taiwan by now. Shaking his head to banish these thoughts, he would give a bitter smile.

It was another dark and chaotic night. The driver and bodyguard his father had assigned had long since been sent back. Before Mishima lay the flickering streetlights and the winding streets, resembling water pipes. Even the few pedestrians seemed like reflections in water. Only he was normal, happy. He walked and laughed, pushing aside lampposts and tree trunks that bumped into him, his laughter growing even louder. When he reached his villa, a gentle breeze stirred, and his already empty stomach churned again, as if protesting against its owner's relentless torment. He finally managed to grab hold of a cherry tree, stopping him. The earth began to churn and undulate like ocean waves again. Just as he was about to fall, before him… No! With his last bit of strength, he lifted his almost closed eyelids. No! He tried to shake his head to clear his mind, but his head only moved weakly. No! He couldn't fall, he couldn't! Because, because he clearly saw that white dress floating towards him—Tsuruko! When his eyes fully opened, tears streamed down his face. "Tsuruko! My Tsuruko, you're finally back!" He seemed to hear a "snap..." as the last rope holding him snapped. With a faint smile, he collapsed.

When Mishima woke up, he found himself at home, with two maids bringing him breakfast.

He rubbed his face, realizing that what he had seen last night was just a hallucination.

"Young master, you were so drunk yesterday."

"Really?" Mishima stretched; this was the same conversation almost every morning.

"Oh! It was that little... oh no, sir you sent away a few days ago, he brought you back." A maid gathered up his soiled clothes and carried them out.

Mishima was startled and hurriedly asked while dressing, "Him?! Where is he? Tell me quickly!"

Another maid took a step back in fright and hurriedly said, "He's... in your old bedroom. He said you gave your permission, so we... we..."

Mishima didn't have time to listen to her rambling. He impatiently pushed open the door that sealed off his pain and sweetness.

Aoi Hikari, dressed in a soft white dress, looked at the sea of cherry blossoms outside the window. She turned around and saw Mishima, smiling calmly, "You're awake."

"Aoi Hikari, you... why are you... again?" Mishima looked at Aoi Hikari dressed in women's clothing again and didn't know what to say. He looked so much like Tsuruko.

"I... call me Tsuruko, call me that!" Aoi Hikari seemed to have seen through his thoughts and remained as calm as before, but with a hint of expectation. Mishima

was about to open his mouth to ask when Aoi Hikari raised a hand, as if to push back a wall that was about to fall on him: "No, let me hear what I have to say first, okay?" Mishima sighed, shrugged helplessly, and gestured for him to continue.

“Thank you,” Su Guang said, turning her head to look at the rain of petals falling outside the window. “Actually, I didn’t board the plane that day. It wasn’t until the moment I stepped onto the gangway that I realized I was no longer the Su Guang I used to be. That Su Guang was really… dead, killed by them. I can wear men’s clothes again, cut my long hair, but now the only one alive is Yukiko, Miyamoto Yukiko! That’s the name they gave me, and that’s the only name I have! I can never go back.” Su Guang tilted her head back, trying to hold back her tears, and paused before continuing, “When you turned away from the crowd seeing you off, I really wanted to call your name. I finally know what you meant to me.” What does this mean to me? But… I dare not. Physically, I am still a man, even though my mind has been completely feminized by them. I returned to Shinjuku, only able to watch you from afar, watch you get drunk, watch you drink recklessly, watch you punish yourself, only able to silently shed tears for you. Yesterday, you called out Tsuruko's name to that girl in the white dress, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I just… just want to ask you if you can accept me?” Awamitsu turned around with a bitter smile and continued, “Maybe… maybe you think I'm despicable, or disgusted that I'm a homosexual who has gone against human nature, it doesn't matter, tell me! Tell me quickly…”

Before Aoi Hikaru could utter his last cry, Mishima's strong arms pulled him into his embrace: "No, you're not! You're a truly good girl. You're Tsuruko, you're my Tsuruko..."

The cherry blossoms outside the window were blooming even more brilliantly.

"Young...ah, young master..." Mishima turned around and saw a maid cowering at the door with her head down. He could only pat Aoi Hikaru's still trembling shoulders and help him sit down on the bedside. He said to the maid, "What...?!"

"It's Master...Master is here," the maid hurriedly said.

"Him? What's he doing here!" Mishima waved her away, glancing at the silent, head-down Su Guang, before crouching down and whispering, "My...father's here. His driver probably reported something to him again. It's alright. I'll come back to keep you company later, okay?" He lightly kissed Su Guang's forehead, then stood up to leave. Su Guang panicked, wanting to say something, but Mishima turned back and smiled, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. You're my girlfriend, but...you should dress up nicely, that'll suit my taste as a wealthy young master. Oh, right, there are some clothes you used to wear in the closet...I...I didn't throw them away...Okay! Come on, smile...we might need you to go down for an event later." He pulled Su Guang up, who blushed, her voice trembling with embarrassment. "Go on, go down. I...I'm fine." Mishima kissed her again, then went downstairs with a sigh of relief.

Su Guang touched his flushed face, recalling Mishima's words, and a faint sweetness welled up in his heart. He closed the door and opened the wardrobe; almost all his old clothes, underwear, shoes, and socks were still there. He couldn't explain why these colorful little things, which had once felt like torture devices to him, now seemed somewhat familiar. Su Guang didn't want to think about it anymore. He picked out a light pink lace bra, slung the straps over his shoulder, and bent down slightly to hang it on the back hook. Although his breasts had shrunk a bit after stopping hormones, they still filled the cups perfectly. From the day he put on men's clothing, Su Guang felt a hollowness in his chest, a constant discomfort. Now, he felt the lace suspenders encircling his ribs and back, the two slender straps hanging on his shoulders, a warm sensation washing over his chest. He couldn't help but slightly open the bra cups, seeing his two breasts gently supported by the soft, pale pink silk lining, as white and delicate as a sleeping baby in a cradle. Su Guang felt a slight tremor in his heart, and his nipples even began to slightly protrude. "Shh..."

Su Guang quickly raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the room had become a bit cold. He then chose a pair of matching low-waisted underwear, with exquisite lace on the sides and a pale pink silk satin in the middle. He pinched the lace on both sides and pulled it up along his legs. His still-unrecovered lower body was easily wrapped between his thighs by the narrow underwear, and his lower abdomen was already as flat as a woman's.

Su Guang glanced subconsciously at the door, quickly put on his stockings, tied his garter belt, and hung them up. Over his soft satin petticoat, he wore a beige pencil skirt and an embroidered short-sleeved shirt. Looking at his curvaceous figure in the mirror, Su Guang couldn't help but feel a little tipsy, yet he found his bare face somewhat unsightly. In his old handbag, he found his long-forgotten cosmetics, hesitated for a moment, and then leaned over the dressing table… When he straightened his slightly sore back with satisfaction and lifted his long, curled eyelashes, he saw in the mirror a beautiful, graceful woman.

Su Guang put on his pointed high heels and walked around a few times, his hips involuntarily swaying. However, his feet were already a little uncomfortable with the high heels, so he sat on the bed rubbing his toes.

'Knock, knock, knock…' A knock sounded at the door.

"Coming," Su Guang said, quickly putting on his shoes and about to get up to open the door when Mishima walked in: "Oh…you're so beautiful, Tsuruko!" Su Guang blushed and lowered his head. “Hehe…it seems you Chinese are right, ‘Even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws.’ You’d better go down now…” Although Su Guang was prepared, he was still so frightened that he froze like a deer in front of headlights, his red lips unable to close for a long time.

Mishima was still smiling, affectionately taking his arm. “It’s okay! I’m here…” He planted a kiss on Su Guang’s cheek. Su Guang then remembered something, hurriedly went to the mirror to examine himself again, combed his shoulder-length hair a few times, brushed the bangs from his forehead, and returned to Mishima’s arms…

When Mishima saw Su Guang coming down the stairs, he couldn’t help but bow. Only then did he understand everything his son had just told him, and he also knew the real reason for Masao’s change in attitude towards him.

After the previous incident, he knew that this might be the last chance, for both his son and himself.

Su Guang bowed with Mishima and sat down to the side. He didn’t know what the outcome would be. He looked down at his hands on his lap, his heart pounding like a deer. “Masao, since you’ve taken a liking to this young lady, your father knows what to do. I wish you both happiness and joy, and I also hope you can return to the company as soon as possible,” Mishima Juuto said slowly, leaning on his cane.

“Is this a condition…” Mishima Masao turned to look at his father, ignoring Aoi Hikaru’s subtle tugging at his clothes. “No, I just… hope you’ll give me a chance to change, so you can be happy like before…” “Father… thank you!” Mishima Masao felt the ice in his heart begin to melt, his emotions surging and almost overflowing his eyes.

A few months later, a simple wedding was held at a small shrine on the outskirts of Shinjuku. Mishima Masao, dressed in a black tuxedo, stood beside Aoi Hikaru, who wore a snow-white bridal kimono and a white headscarf, trembling slightly with nervous excitement. Receiving the sake offered by the monk, the fragrant aroma mingled with the wisps of smoke rising from the shrine, a feeling of being in another world filled Aoi Hikaru’s heart. She thought of her family far away in Taipei, overwhelmed with mixed emotions. If they were there, what would their feelings be? Su Guang lowered his head, unwilling to think any further. A sip of wine touched his lips, and a sense of tranquility and clarity filled his heart. He now completely belonged to Mishima, the man who had saved him and whom he had saved.

Life seemed to become remarkably peaceful afterward. Su Guang gradually adapted to his role as a wealthy young woman. When Mishima wasn't around, his greatest pastime was gardening and flower arranging. He didn't know why he liked it so much, but he felt as if he had become one of the plants when he was with them. Weeding and watering gave him a motherly feeling, as if he were nurturing his own aspirations while caring for them. The once unfamiliar art of flower arranging quickly became Su Guang's greatest pleasure. He experienced the elegance brought by harmony in life, appreciating the beauty of each flower in its proper place. Su Guang felt as if he had been hypnotized by happiness, right there in his current position.

Days passed, and Su Guang's life remained unchanged. When happiness seemed to become a habit, he had to begin to persuade himself to accept it. After all, for someone like him, it seemed like the ending of a fairy tale. One day, after tending to the flowers and plants, he felt a little bored. Remembering the beautiful kimono Mishima had given him for his birthday seemed to lift his spirits. Aoi Hikaru didn't take off the kimono, but simply took it from the closet and draped it over his shoulders. Looking in the mirror, the pale blue satin was adorned with delicate purple patterns and tender pink lilies, highlighting his tranquility and charm. But when he looked up at himself, he found his gaze somewhat unfamiliar, as if a deep loneliness had permeated his serenity. He quickly turned his head away, unconsciously wrapping the kimono tightly as if afraid it would fly away, or perhaps afraid something in his heart would leak out. Walking to the window, the cherry blossoms in the yard had already faded, but the weeds under the trees had grown tall. Aoi Hikaru's mind was in turmoil. "Oh God…! What else do you want? This is indeed the best ending for someone like you. Doesn't he like you? Aren't you happy? Isn't this what you wanted…? What else do you want…?

Do you want to experience the 'taste' of a paid email account?"

My name is Li Zhiwen, and I'm a junior high school graduate. School is about to start, and I realized I hadn't really had a proper summer vacation. A girl in my class invited me to karaoke, so I told my mom and went.

We met at a famous karaoke bar. All the boys and girls from my class were there; everyone was having a blast since exams had just finished. My crush, Xiaojing, and I were singing love songs together intimately. Meanwhile, I noticed my rival, Acheng, glaring at me, but I didn't care. We sang until past midnight, and it was almost time to go home. Xiaojing said, "Zhiwen…it's so late, can you take me home?"

I secretly felt pleased and said, "Sure, sure!"

Just then, Acheng walked over and said, "Hey, I was just thinking of talking to Zhiwen. We haven't chatted in ages since the exams."

Hearing this, Xiaojing naturally said, "Okay, no trouble at all."

He said he was done and left. I thought to myself, "Oh well, I'll just have to make it clear to him who Xiaojing loves."

Although I know that Acheng's dad and he are both involved in organized crime, at most he can beat me up, but that doesn't mean Xiaojing won't love me.

We walked into a park, and as we walked, I said, "I know you like Xiaojing, but it's obvious Xiaojing likes me, and I'm planning to confess to her too." Just

as I finished speaking, I saw a few thugs walking towards me; they were clearly with A-Cheng. A little scared, I said, "So what if you beat me up?"

He said fiercely, "What if I make you unable to love her?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thugs surrounded me and started beating me. I could only cower on the ground, covering my head. When I was almost unconscious, I heard someone say, "Brother Cheng, I got this drug, but I don't know what kind of woman it will turn her into."

A-Cheng said, "It's okay, just feed it to her. My dad wants to test its effects." He

then forced the bottle down my throat. I didn't have the strength to resist and passed out.

When I woke up, I nervously checked my genitals, and they were still there. Phew, thank goodness the drug didn't work, so the guy from Ya Cheng must have left long ago. I quickly went to the public restroom to look in the mirror, hehe... still as handsome as before, just with a few more bruises.

It was already past eight in the morning, and I thought, "Oh no, I'm going to get scolded again."

So I quickly ran home.

When I got home, sure enough, my mom started scolding me: "You brat, you ran off without saying a word, I was so worried. Huh? How did you get hurt?"

I ran back to my room without a word, thinking, "I'm exhausted, I'm going to take a shower and get some sleep!"

Suddenly, I felt a terrible headache and passed out.

I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I woke up, my whole body ached. Suddenly, I remembered that incident and looked down. Sure enough, I had two more rounded breasts, and my pants were very loose. I ran to the bathroom in fear. Because I was so unaccustomed to it, I almost fell. I was too scared to look in the mirror. I thought to myself, "This must be a hallucination. How could this happen?"

I touched my precious penis first. Wow, it was really gone. I've never been with a woman except when I masturbate. How could this be? I looked up abruptly and saw a strange woman in the mirror. I knew it was me. To my relief, I hadn't turned into an ugly woman in her sixties or seventies; instead, I looked like a student with a pure face and flowing hair. But wasn't I a bit too much like a Japanese AV actress…? Looking further down, I saw full, perky breasts, a slender waist, firm hips, and long legs. I was about 165cm tall, and my skin was fairly fair. I secretly gloated, thinking, "Hehe… Acheng definitely didn't expect me to become such a beauty."

But my gloating was short-lived, as worries began to creep in. I thought, "Oh no, how am I going to explain this to my parents?"

Suddenly, I remembered that my parents were going abroad again. Because of their work, they were often abroad, leaving only a housekeeper with me. That housekeeper was named Lisa, a Filipino maid.

Yay, I finally heard my parents leaving! But first, I need to get Lisa's account straight. As soon as I stepped out of my room, I saw her and she gestured for me to be quiet. I explained that I'd been framed and turned into this, and I couldn't let my parents know. I promised to find a way to fix it. She was smart and understood immediately.

Sigh, now I need to think about what to do. First, "To find the antidote, I have to start with A-Cheng!"

After making up my mind, the future didn't seem so bleak anymore.

So, I need to find some clothes to wear. I went to my mom's room. To be honest, walking like a woman is quite strange.

I picked out a few pieces of underwear from my mom's. Sigh… my mom's underwear is really flashy; she doesn't even have any white ones. I had to choose a few light blue, pink, one red, and one dark blue. There was no other way; everything else was too flashy.

Then I grabbed a few pairs of jeans and clothes from my mom and quickly went to my room to take a shower. I haven't showered since I got home.

I went to the bathroom and took off all my clothes. I felt really beautiful. When I washed my breasts, I had a strange feeling. When my hand touched my genitals, my legs felt a little weak, but the tingling sensation was also very comfortable. Under the impact of pleasure, I slowly inserted my fingers into my vagina. At first, it felt very good. "Mmm..."

I couldn't help but gasp. But when my fingers went in, it hurt a lot, so I quickly pulled them out. However, with my own fingers teasing me, I was still wet down there.

"Ah, being a woman is actually quite enjoyable,"

I thought to myself.

After showering, I put on a light blue lace-trimmed panty and a short-sleeved t-shirt. I was so tired that I just lay down and fell asleep. Tomorrow I have to go to freshman registration and think of a new name. Thinking about it, I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I got up very early. To be honest, I hadn't slept much. I put on the bra that matched my light blue panties—oh dear, it was a bit tight. Oh well, maybe I'm just not used to it. I picked out a pair of jeans and a pink sleeveless vest, looked in the mirror, and realized my proportions were absolutely perfect. I grabbed my report card and left my room.

As soon as I stepped out, the phone rang, and I rushed to answer it.

"Ugh...who is this?"

"Hello, please ask for Li Zhiwen."

I knew it was Xiaojing's voice. I said, "He's not here. What can I do for you?"

"Oh...I see. Okay, I was supposed to go to school with him to register. We're going to the same school." "Oh no, I forgot. Oh no,"

I thought to myself.

"Uh...he might be studying abroad for a few years. He won't be home for a while!"

"Oh...okay, thanks."

I hung up. I could hear the disappointment in her voice. Sigh, what can I do? I'm just so unlucky. Xiaojing, wait for me, I'll definitely come back.

After leaving the house, I went to the bus stop to wait for the bus. Finally, the bus arrived.

"Ugh, there are so many people."

But I had no choice but to force my way on. There were no empty seats on the bus, and my chest was pressed against the person in front of me.

"Ah..." The bus started moving, and I hadn't even had a chance to grab my grip properly, which startled me. Suddenly, a hand touched my buttocks.

"No way, could I really be a pervert?"

It seems I guessed right. His hand gradually moved downwards. There were people all around me, and I had no idea who it was. There wasn't even room to turn around. First, his hand touched my genitals through my pants, and it became bolder and bolder. I thought to myself, I don't care about him. Anyway, we'll be there in a few stops, and he can't go too far. Then, his hand actually unbuttoned my jeans and touched my labia through my panties.

"Mmm..."

I instinctively cried out. Just then, the bus stopped at the station, and no one noticed.

Thankfully, we were almost at our stop. But I didn't expect my body to be so sensitive. Just one touch from him and my underwear was soaked with vaginal fluid, and my legs felt weak and powerless. Just as I was wondering what to do, I saw a boy about my age walk over. I felt incredibly embarrassed. He didn't do anything, just grabbed my hand, and the other person cried out in pain and quickly walked away. I quickly pulled my pants back up, which were about to be pulled down, and hurriedly got off the bus.

As soon as I got off, the boy rushed after me, asking, "Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?"

I told him, "I'm fine, thank you."

After I finished speaking, I don't know why, but my eyes welled up with tears, probably because I felt wronged. He patted my shoulder and said, "Okay! It's alright, just be careful next time. You're going to register for new students too, right?"

"Yeah... you are too?"

"Yes... let's walk together!"

We chatted as we walked. The boy's name was Zhang Zhengguang; he was tall, strong, and quite handsome.

Once inside the school gate, because my underwear was wet and uncomfortable, I told Zhengguang, "I need to go to the restroom, bye-bye..."

"Bye-bye..."

Inside the restroom, I took off my jeans and realized my crotch was soaking wet, so I quickly used toilet paper to clean it up.

After leaving the restroom, I went to the registration area. Walking along the road, I noticed that the boys were glancing at me more or less each time. I really wasn't used to being stared at.

Luckily, the registration process was sloppy, so I managed to get through it and officially became a student at the school. After receiving my uniform, I rushed home. I needed to get my ID card and phone in the afternoon, and also buy some clothes and women's necessities.

Before I knew it, school had officially started. I got up early, put on a pink bra and underwear, and changed into my school uniform. Our school uniform is a dark blue pencil skirt with a white shirt; the skirt is about 15 centimeters above the knee.

Looking in the mirror, my underwear was barely visible. Although I used to love this when I was a boy, it felt a little strange now, and I wasn't used to wearing a skirt. Oh well, there's always a first time.

When I got to school, I looked at the class roster—wow, Ya Cheng and Xiao Jing were both in my class! I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing…

Entering the new class meant dealing with a bunch of miscellaneous things that come with starting school. After that… Finally, I had time to sit down and rest. Looking around, I noticed someone staring at me lecherously—it was A-Cheng…

Oh well, beauty is meant to be seen. Suddenly, a girl sat down next to me—it was Xiao-Jing. I tried to strike up a conversation, and after a while, I asked her, “You’re so pretty, don’t you have a boyfriend?”

She smiled and said, “No… But… I have a crush on someone.”

“Who?”

“My classmate from middle school. But… he seems to be studying abroad.”

I felt a strange unease. Logically, I should be happy, but it wasn’t that strong. I really just consider Xiao-Jing a friend now… I wonder if the drug will even affect my psychology…

After a few days of school life, I gradually got used to it and became more familiar with everyone.

That day, A-Cheng and a few other guys invited some girls from our class to go karaoke. I thought with so many people, it shouldn’t be a problem, so I invited Xiao-Jing to go too.

After school, we went to that karaoke bar. Although everyone was a new classmate, they were all very lively, so we had a great time. We sang until after nine o'clock, when I felt a little unwell and told Xiaojing. Just then, someone helped me up and said, "I'll take her home. You guys keep playing..."

Then I walked away, barely conscious.

When I woke up, I found myself in a room. I knew I'd been drugged. My hands and feet were tied with rope, my shirt buttons were undone, revealing a dark blue bra, my skirt was still on, but my underwear was pulled up to my thighs. Acheng was sitting in a chair, looking at me wickedly, and said, "You're awake? You look so sexy dressed like that, I can barely hold back..."

I glared at him and yelled, "Let me go..." At that moment... the door suddenly opened, and several thugs dragged in a woman. That woman was none other than Xiaojing. "Brother Cheng... is this the one you wanted?"

"Yes... you guys go out first." Xiaojing was also tied up, but her mouth was taped shut, so she could only moan. I said, "Let him go..."

"You think you can just let him go like that? What am I then?"

He then reached out and began to fondle Xiaojing's breasts. Xiaojing seemed to have no strength left, only slightly wriggling. A sudden impulse surged within me.

"Let him go, I'll do anything you want..."

Perhaps it was my subconscious desire to protect her.

"Really?"

"Yes, but you can't hurt her anymore..."

"Okay, fine, take this." He then took a pill and fed it to me.

"Hei Xiong..."

He had just called out when those men came back in.

"Take this woman out, we don't need her anymore."

He then pointed at Xiaojing: "And tell her that if she calls the police, she'll be responsible for the consequences." With that, the men took her away.

"Alright... Yunqi (Note: my new name), our time alone is here."

After taking that drug, my body started to feel hot, probably from an aphrodisiac... Then my whole body got hotter and hotter. He came over and untied my ropes, and his hands started to rub my breasts inappropriately. I instinctively wanted to dodge, but my whole body was weak and powerless. With his other hand, he pulled down my underwear hanging on my leg, and reached under my skirt to caress my vulva. Then he skillfully pulled off my skirt, shirt, and bra. I moaned and said, "Don't..."

Before I could finish speaking, his mouth was sealed with mine, and his tongue was still swirling inside my mouth.

Under his teasing, I felt my lower body was very wet, my vagina was very hot, and I desperately needed his penis. The feeling gradually made me lose my mind. I groaned and said, "Hurry up and do it to me..."

He deliberately said, "Who do you want to do it to you? How do you want to do it?"

"Brother Cheng, I want Brother Cheng's penis to go into my vagina..."

Urged by the effects of the drug, I gradually went crazy. As soon as I finished speaking, Ah Cheng took off his pants, thrust his buttocks, and inserted himself. I felt a slight pain .

"Wow...you're still a virgin? Your vagina is so tight."

"Mmm..."

I could only groan instead of answering. Perhaps because of the aphrodisiac, I didn't feel the pain of losing my virginity.

"Ah...mmm..." I groaned with pleasure. With his thrusting, my breasts swayed constantly. Then his hands kept playing with my full breasts. I felt my lower body gradually convulsing, and my vagina contracted strongly...

"I want to cum inside you." After saying that, I felt a wave of pleasure coming from my lower body. I reached orgasm. I hugged Ah Cheng's body.

"Shoot...inside...um...no...stop...um...ah..."

Suddenly, a warm flow came from my lower body. A-Cheng's semen shot into my hole. I lay exhausted on the ground. He waited until his penis went soft before pulling it out. There was so much of his semen that it mixed with my vaginal fluid and flowed down my thighs. He then started rubbing my breasts.

"Um...don't do that anymore..."

He suddenly said, "From today onwards, you will be my slave. I will tell you what to do and you will do it." "Um...no...don't," I answered weakly under his teasing.

"You can't refuse now. I've already recorded your lewd appearance just now. Unless you're born a slut who wants to be the protagonist of an adult film..."

I looked up sharply and saw a camera. My mind was in turmoil. This time, I was truly defeated by A-Cheng...

I was wearing a white and pink waitress uniform, lying on the kitchen table. My skirt was pulled up to my waist, and my white panties had been pulled down to my ankles, which were covered by white stockings. A-Cheng was behind me, grabbing my breasts with both hands while thrusting his penis in and out.

"Mmm...more...mmm...mmm...harder...mmm...mmm...mmm."

Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, I moaned lewdly, my juices splashing onto the floor, soaking my thighs through my stockings.

Acheng's thick penis continued to thrust in and out of me, my lower body growing hotter and hotter. The tingling, aching sensation of lust made me involuntarily twist my slender waist, while Acheng gripped my round buttocks with both hands, increasing the frequency of his thrusts, the impact of our lower bodies making a slapping sound.

"Ah...ah...you slut...your...your pussy...sucks me...ah...so good..."

I felt the penis inside my vagina hardening, about to explode, and the lust made me shamelessly utter wanton words.

"Mmm...mmm...please...please shoot inside...shoot inside...my cock...mmm...mmm..."

Just as I was saying these lewd words, A-Cheng grabbed my slender waist and pressed his lower body tightly against my buttocks. Then I felt warm liquid being poured into my vagina.

"Ugh...so good...so good..."

A-Cheng sighed in ecstasy as he climbed up from behind me. The moment his penis left my body, his semen flowed out of me, the warm liquid running down my thighs...

It's been a month since A-Cheng threatened to make me his sex slave. A-Cheng often forced me to have sex with him, and constantly humiliated and abused me. Because he had videotapes of us having sex, I could only silently endure it.

However, after a month of his "training," I've also begun to like this humiliating sex life. Just like now, after A-Cheng ejaculated, I knelt between his legs and licked the filth off his penis.

"Mmm...mmm...so good...so good...Yunqi, your skills are getting better and better."

"Mmm...mmm...thank you...thank you, Master..."

I smiled in response to Acheng's praise, and then took his penis into my mouth and sucked on it.

"Ah...ah...so good...ah...ah...so good..."

Acheng shouted excitedly, and he held my head, making me suck even deeper.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..."

Acheng's penis hardened again in my mouth, almost reaching my throat, and I felt short of breath, so I pushed Acheng away.

"Cough...cough cough...cough..."

Acheng pressed my cheeks with both hands and kissed me, then asked teasingly, "Little beauty, what's wrong?"

"I...I choked...Master...Master..."

I answered pitifully.

"Seeing how hard you sucked just now, let me reward you."

Then Acheng pushed me down to the ground, bent my legs to the sides and supported me with his arms, and with a slump, his penis went into my body again.

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

I wrapped my arms around A-Cheng's neck, feeling his penis going in and out of me.

With moans, I slowly reached orgasm...

That day, A-Cheng fucked me all day at his house—in his room, kitchen, bathroom, living room, and even the swimming pool.

Afterwards, I was so exhausted I collapsed on his bed and fell asleep. The next day, I woke up feeling something was wrong. Opening my eyes, I saw A-Cheng fucking me. So I wrapped my arms and legs around him, thrusting my hips to meet his thrusts, and he quickly ejaculated. Then I changed back into my school uniform (which A-Cheng bought; I often stayed overnight at his house, but the skirt was very short, barely covering my buttocks), and rode to school in his car with A-Cheng. A-Cheng didn't want me to wear underwear, but because I hadn't had time to shower, his semen kept leaking out, so he reluctantly let me wear underwear. October
7th, Chapter 2:

In the car, A-Cheng pulled my panties down to my vulva and inserted a dildo into my vagina.

"Mmm...mmm...stop...mmm...mmm..."

I whispered to A-Cheng, afraid his driver would hear, but he noticed and kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror. I was so ashamed I wanted to crawl into a hole, but I couldn't stop A-Cheng from doing this to me, so I just nestled in his arms.

"What's wrong? Is it good?"

"Mmm...mmm...comfortable...mmm...no...stop...it's so embarrassing...mmm...mmm..."

I pleaded with A-Cheng while panting, but he just thrust the dildo into my vagina faster.

"Ah...mmm...mmm...I...I can't take it anymore...mmm...mmm...I'm having an orgasm...ah...ah..."

Finally, I couldn't help but cry out. I lay on A-Cheng's chest, my arms tightly wrapped around him, a lot of vaginal fluid flowing from my vagina onto the seat. A-Cheng touched my vulva and waved his hand in front of me.

"Look how wet you are, you're so lewd."

After catching my breath, I pitifully climbed off A-Cheng's chest. He handed me my makeup mirror, and I began to comb my slightly disheveled hair. I saw the flush on my face from my orgasm.

By then, the bus had arrived at school. I was about to take a tissue to wipe the fluid off the seat when A-Cheng said impatiently, "We're going to be late, get off the bus."

So I had no choice but to get off. Just as I got up and climbed out of the bus, A-Cheng, taking advantage of my buttocks being raised high and facing him, inserted a vibrating egg into my vagina.

"What are you doing?!?!"

I protested reflexively. A-Cheng was holding the vibrating egg remote and grinning lewdly.

"You have to wear this vibrating egg all day, you can't take it out."

I looked at him helplessly. I saw a large puddle of semen on the seat I had just been sitting on, mixed with a little white liquid—it was the semen A-Cheng had ejaculated inside me this morning.

The driver was actually looking at me with a lewd grin. I was so ashamed that I immediately lowered my head and headed towards school, but suddenly a strong, tingling sensation came from my lower body. A-Cheng had turned on the vibrator. I couldn't help but clench my legs together, unable to move.

A-Cheng slowly walked to my side.

"Why didn't you wait for me? Are you trying to get rid of me?"

A-Cheng turned the vibrator on full blast. I immediately became so weak that I had to lean against him to stand up. My underwear was already soaked with semen, which was starting to flow down my thighs.

"Mmm...mmm...no...no...mmm...mmm...Master...please let me go...mmm...mmm..."

"Will you dare not wait for me again next time??"

"I won't...I won't...mmm...mmm...Yunqi...I can't take it anymore...mmm..."

So Acheng adjusted the remote, but I only felt the vibration in my vagina decrease. I looked at Acheng in confusion, and he looked at me with a flirtatious expression.

"This is a lesson for you. I'm going to vibrate you all day."

Acheng walked towards the school with a lewd smile. I knew that his original intention was to humiliate me, but he was just using it as an excuse to make me obey. I knew he wouldn't change his mind, so I could only slowly walk towards the campus step by step. Perhaps because of the pleasure, my face was flushed. Several classmates saw me and came over to ask if I was okay.

"Mmm...I...I'm fine...mmm...mmmmmmm!!!!"

I actually ejaculated in front of my classmates. I knelt down. I wanted to touch my genitals with my hand, but fortunately I managed to control myself.

"Yunqi...are you in a lot of pain? Should I go find the teacher?"

one of the female classmates asked me with concern. I think she thought I had menstrual cramps.

"Um...no...no need...I...I'll be fine after I sit down for a while."

The female classmate helped me sit down to the side. Because the vibrating egg was still vibrating slightly, my orgasm took a while to subside, but I was still in a state of excitement. So I had to squeeze my legs together and struggled to get into the classroom.

During class, Acheng would occasionally increase the intensity of the vibrating egg, causing me to experience wave after wave of orgasms.

Every time I orgasmed, I was so excited that I wanted to lie on the table, trying my best not to cry out. Acheng, seeing that I couldn't cry out during my orgasm, seemed very excited and kept watching me with a lewd grin.

My classmates and teachers often asked me if I was okay when they saw my flushed face and cold sweat. Acheng would always turn the vibrating egg up high during this period, and I could only try to smile and answer them that I was fine under the intense pleasure.

My underwear was already soaked with vaginal fluid under my skirt. Whenever no one was watching, I would put tissues between my legs to absorb the moisture. At lunchtime, A-Cheng finally let me rest. By then, my crotch was piled high with wet tissues. I secretly put them all into my schoolbag and went to buy a few more packs to prepare for the afternoon's "battle." Sure

enough, after lunch, A-Cheng turned on the vibrating egg, and kept it on the highest setting. I quickly reached orgasm, and the waves kept coming without stopping. Vaginal fluid kept flowing, so I had to keep stuffing tissues between my legs. I couldn't help but keep

squeezing my legs together, lying on the table enduring the continuous pleasure. My classmates and teachers saw that I seemed to be suffering a lot and advised me to ask for leave and go home, but I forced a smile and politely declined. I wanted to go home too!!! But I couldn't.

When school ended, several of my close friends asked if I needed someone to walk me home, but I said no, because I only needed A-Cheng. But then I saw him pull Xiao-Jing away from the classroom, and at that moment I was both surprised and at a loss. Surprised that Xiao-Jing would obediently go with A-Cheng, and at a loss because A-Cheng hadn't turned off my vibrator—was I supposed to go home like this?!

About thirty minutes after class, I was the only one left in the classroom. Seeing that there were fewer people in the school, I thought that no one would notice me if I left now, so I slowly stood up, holding onto the desk. My legs were trembling uncontrollably. As I bent down to pick up the tissue I had used to absorb my vaginal fluid, now soaked, a hand suddenly grabbed my waist, and another hand touched my soaked underwear.

"A-Cheng!!!!"

I turned my head and saw A-Cheng leering at me.

“No wonder there are so many wet tissues, it really is that wet.”

A-Cheng’s fingers were rubbing my labia through my panties. Seeing him, I couldn’t take it anymore. I lay on the table, then pulled up my skirt, exposing my smooth buttocks to him.

“Mmm…mmm…Master…Master…Yunqi…Yunqi can’t take it…mmm…Please, Master…come quickly…come quickly…”

“Come what?? I don’t understand, explain it clearly.”

“Mmm…Master…Please quickly insert your penis into Yunqi’s vagina…mmm…please…please quickly insert it…ah…ah…”

A-Cheng finally took off my panties and pulled out the vibrating egg inside me. At this moment, I was finally free, but I suddenly felt very empty in my lower body. However, my body was soon filled by A-Cheng’s penis…

“Ah…ah…coming…coming…harder…please harder…ah…ah…”

A-Cheng thrust his penis in and out while playing with my breasts with both hands. He had me slumped over the table, moaning with pleasure.

*Slap...slap...slap...slap...*

The sounds of our lovemaking echoed throughout the classroom. He was fucking me so hard I was making *splish-splash* noises, my juices flowing down my legs and onto my socks. After more than a hundred thrusts, A-Cheng flipped me over and placed me on the table. Then he pressed his upper body against me and thrust his penis back in, continuing to fuck me in the missionary position.

"Ah...ah...Yunqi...your pussy is so tight...so good...so good..."

A-Cheng uttered lewd words as he violently shook his hips.

"Ah...um...ah...ah...better...ah...ah...so comfortable...ah...ah..."

I cried out as A-Cheng fucked me, my vagina feeling like it was crawling with a thousand insects. I twisted my slender waist, my legs tightly gripping A-Cheng's buttocks, my hands involuntarily clinging to his body.

"Ah...ah...ah...I'm going to come...ah...ah...I'm going to come...I'm going to come!!!!"

"Mmm...I'm going to shoot your cock...fuck your belly...mmm...mmm...!!!!"

"Mmm...mmm...shoot inside...mmm...mmm...fuck my belly!!!! Mmm...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!"

A-Cheng's semen shot into my vagina, filling my uterus. I also orgasmed, my vagina contracted violently, squeezing out A-Cheng's offspring and the vaginal fluid, all flowing onto the ground.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...so good...so good...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

I lay panting under A-Cheng. A-Cheng was also exhausted and kept pressing down on me.

"Mmm...Yunqi, your face is all red, so cute."

After hearing A-Cheng's praise, I think my face turned even redder. I smiled shyly, A-Cheng's penis was still between my labia, and our vaginal fluid was slowly flowing out.

Just as we were still lying on the desk, embracing each other, the door at the back of the classroom opened. A-Cheng and I both stared in shock at the person outside. I saw it was Zhang Zhengguang, the boy who had rescued me on the bus that day.

I stared at him in astonishment for a moment; he was clearly stunned by the scene before him too.

Because A-Cheng and I were on the second-to-last desk very close to the back classroom door, Zhang Zhengguang must have seen my vagina, with A-Cheng's penis inside, and semen still dripping from my labia.

"You... what are you doing...??!!"

After a while, Zhang Zhengguang finally asked in surprise.

"Fuck your mother!!! Can't you see we're having sex??!!! Get out of here!!!"

A-Cheng roared fiercely.

"Um... I'm fine!!! You go away!!! I'm really fine!!!"

I cried out anxiously.

Finally, Zhang Zhengguang closed the door, his face full of disbelief.

Acheng climbed off me, and as soon as his penis left my vagina, his semen gushed out onto the floor.

I hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe the stains on my vulva; my labia were covered in a sticky mess of white semen.

I knelt down, trying to clean the semen off, but Acheng suddenly grabbed my chin and shoved his semen-covered penis into my mouth.

"Lick the semen off my penis first."

I had no choice but to slowly lick his penis clean.

"After you've licked it all clean, go home and I'll come back later."

I knelt, hands on the ground, looking up at him as he adjusted his pants.

"Where are you going, Master...?"

I asked sweetly, suddenly remembering that Acheng had just taken Xiaojing out, and a feeling of jealousy welled up inside me.

"Don't ask so many questions, hurry up and wipe the floor clean."

With that, he left the classroom, leaving me alone.

I put on my underwear that was on the floor, then silently bent down to wipe the floor. Suddenly, I touched my cheek and found two streams of tears flowing down my face…

I had just returned home to Acheng when I saw a middle-aged, overweight man sitting in the living room watching television. He glanced back at me, then stood up and walked towards me.

"Are you Yunqi?"

he asked, his gaze lingering lecherously over my body, especially my breasts, which he stared at for a long time.

Feeling a little embarrassed by his gaze, I could only stammer, "Yes...yes...who are you...?"

"I'm A-Cheng's father."

"Uncle...how are you?"

"I didn't expect A-Cheng's new girlfriend to be so nice, pretty face, and nice breasts too."

Hearing him speak so blatantly, I was startled. I sensed something was wrong, so I quickly said something to escape, "Then...then I won't stop you, Uncle, I'll go upstairs first."

I hurried towards the corridor, but suddenly a large arm wrapped around my waist!!!

"What are you doing!!!"

Just as I was about to turn around, a tranquilizer gun was shot into my neck. I turned around and saw A-Cheng's father holding the tranquilizer gun, leering. As I tried to escape back to A-Cheng's room, I felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground. Through my blindfold, I saw A-Cheng's father lean towards me, and my eyes slowly closed...

When I woke up, I found myself in a small 200-square-foot house filled with sex toys. In front of me was a full-length mirror, and I saw myself wearing a black leather outfit: a sleeveless, cropped tank top (the neckline plunged to below my chest, revealing a deep cleavage), a pleated mini-skirt (so short it barely covered my buttocks), long gloves (reaching my elbows), and long boots (reaching my thighs).

I looked like a righteous girl from a sci-fi movie, except my hands were tied to the ceiling…

…

I tried my best to break free from the ropes, but I couldn't. Just then, A-Cheng's father opened the door and came in. Seeing my predicament, he mocked me.

“Stop pretending to be innocent. A-Cheng told me about your promiscuity a long time ago. Now, do you want to see my big cock…”

He then took off his clothes, revealing his fat, white body and large belly. He held his penis in his hand and shook it in front of me. Even before it was erect, it was already almost eight inches long and as thick as a toilet paper roll. I couldn't help but swallow hard.

"What do you want to do...? Let me go...please...please let me go..."

I pleaded with the beast in front of me, trying to break free of the ropes binding my hands. He came over, but instead of letting me go, he gave me the same aphrodisiac that A-Cheng used to give me.

I kept my mouth shut to prevent him from putting the pill in my mouth.

"Ugh...ugh...I'm A-Cheng's girlfriend!!! I'm your son's girlfriend!!!"

Just as I was speaking, he gave me the pill and covered my mouth with his hand, so I had no choice but to swallow it.

"Ugh...ugh...I'm A-Cheng's girlfriend...how...how could you do that with your son's girlfriend...?"

I was already half dead from his torment, too exhausted to stand up, my whole body hanging by the ropes.

My uncle walked behind me, sniffing my hair as he unbuttoned my crop top.

"So, Acheng hasn't told you yet, do you know we often share beautiful women? The girls I call back from nightclubs are all for him to have sex with. It was strange, though, because he hasn't come to my room this month. Turns out he's been having sex with you, beauty. No wonder."

Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment. Then, my uncle spread my legs, which were clad in boots, from behind and bent them up, exposing my crotch to the mirror. Underneath my black leather skirt were black stockings, but no underwear; I could vaguely see my red and black vulva and pubic hair. And the stockings around my vulva were already soaked. My uncle put his fingers on my vulva and rubbed them.

“Look…it’s already so wet…look…you slut…”

“Mmm…uh…ah…I…I’m not a slut…mmm…mmm…please…please don’t make me so lewd…slutty…mmm…mmm…”

At this moment, the aphrodisiac took effect, and my whole body began to burn, and my vagina was itchy, as if I wanted something inserted inside.

My uncle pulled down my stockings at my vulva, completely exposing my pink and bright red petals to the mirror.

He stretched out his fingers and spread my two tender labia apart, and my vaginal fluid flowed out from my vagina like rice milk, flowing over my anus and dripping onto the ground.

“So tender…it’s been a long time since I’ve seen such beautiful labia.”

My uncle praised as he rubbed my labia back and forth with his hand, and rubbed his glans back and forth between my groin. I felt a hot and thick penis constantly tempting my labia, making me want to swallow that penis whole with my labia. So I finally couldn't help but moan and say, "Do me..."

"What are you saying?"

Sure enough, the father and son were the same...

"Please do me quickly...put your penis into my pussy, Uncle..."

So he put down my left leg, let his free left hand go around the front of my vulva, and slowly inserted his glans into the middle of my petals.

"Ah...so big..."

I felt my petals being slowly stretched open, and a big penis gradually entered my pussy until it filled my lower body.

"Hmm...it's there...it's there..."

The glans pressed against my clitoris, and the space inside my body was completely filled.

"Oh...so tight, and so wet...Yunqi...you were still a virgin before you were fucked by Ya Cheng, right?"

"Ugh...hmm...yes...yes...hmm...do me quickly...please do me quickly..."

Lust made me shamelessly cry out my request.

"Call me husband."

"Ah...hmm...husband!! Husband!! Fuck me!! Fuck this slutty slut to death!!"

After I finished speaking, Uncle started to thrust his big cock.

"Ah...ah...so good...so good...husband...husband...um...ah..."

He lifted my right leg, his large penis repeatedly entering my vagina from behind. Uncle's penis was really thick and long, each thrust hitting my G-spot. He kissed my back and neck while squeezing my breasts with his left hand.

"Oh...oh...Yunqi...does it feel good for your husband to fuck you...?"

"Ah...ah...good...good...a little more...a little more...ah...ah..."

Uncle lifted my left leg again, making my vagina, with his large penis inside, clearly reflected in the mirror.

I saw his penis going in and out between my labia, white foam covering my labia, and vaginal fluid flowing down his penis.

"Ah...don't do this...it's too lewd...ah..."

At first, I was too shy to say no when I saw this scene. But after Uncle fucked me a few more times, I was also attracted by the lewd scene before me.

“Ah…ah…more…more…fuck me again…um…fuck me more…ah…ah…”

“Didn’t you say you were too lewd and didn’t want it?”

“Mmm…ah…I want…I want…I’m lewd…fuck me more…ah…ah…”

Uncle sneered after hearing this, then put my legs down, and his penis left my body.

“Mmm…don’t stop…fuck me more…”

I begged him coquettishly. Uncle went around to my front, picked up my legs, lifted my short leather skirt, and thrust his big belly in again.

“Ah…ah…too deep…too deep…it hurts…don’t go so deep…ah…ah…”

Because Uncle entered from the front this time, it went in very deep, and my clitoris was pushed open by his penis, reaching straight into my uterus.

“Ah…ah…ah…no…don’t…ah…ah…it hurts…”

I twisted my slender waist, hoping to avoid his impact, but he held my waist tightly, making me unable to move.

"Ah...ah...it hurts...it hurts...stop...stop it..."

I kept crying out, tears streaming down my face. My uncle freed his right hand and untied the ropes binding my hands, allowing me to hug him tightly to ease the pain a little. The spasms from the pain also made me involuntarily wrap my legs tightly around his waist. After he

had fucked me over a hundred times, I think my genitals were red and swollen, my uncle finally stopped, slowly carrying me to the bedside (only then did I realize there was a bed in the room), and then placed me on it. He put my legs on his shoulders and continued fucking me, but this time he didn't penetrate as deeply, though every thrust still hit my G-spot.

"Oh...oh...Yunqi...Yunqi...so tight...your hole is so tight...it feels so good..."

"Ah...ah...almost there...ah...ah...Yunqi is almost there...ah...ah..."

My uncle laid me down like a bitch, pulling my tank top down to my waist like peeling bamboo shoots, then reaching out to knead my breasts incessantly.

"Oh...oh...Yunqi...your breasts are so soft...so nice to squeeze...it feels so good..."

"Ah...ah...I can't take it...I can't take it...squeeze again...squeeze my breasts harder...oh...ah..."

As I moaned softly, my large breasts swayed back and forth with my uncle's thrusts, being twisted and deformed by his large hands as if kneading dough. I was afraid he would squeeze my breasts until they burst. My nipples were hard and erect, and my breasts and genitals were filled with a tingling sensation. My vaginal fluid kept flowing out from my vagina, which was filled with his large penis.

My uncle grabbed my breasts and thrust in and out more than a hundred times. "Ah...ah...ah...um...ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

I finally climaxed. The tingling and numbing excitement made my whole body convulse, my hands went weak, and my upper body collapsed onto the bed. My uncle no longer focused on my breasts and continued to grab my upturned buttocks and push and pull.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Because the pleasure in my vagina hadn't subsided after the orgasm, and I was still enduring my uncle's constant thrusting, I couldn't speak.

My uncle also increased the speed of his hip movements; I knew he was about to ejaculate too.

At the last moment, my uncle pressed me down on the bed and quickly shook his fat buttocks, making his penis make one last thrust between my legs.

"Oh...oh...I'm coming...mmm...mmm...mmmmmmmmmmm!!!!"

He groaned, and a stream of semen shot into my vagina.

"Mmm...mmm...uh...mmmmmmmmmmm...!!!!"

My vagina, stimulated by his semen, caused me to orgasm again. The exciting pleasure made me unconsciously grip the sheets, enjoying the afterglow as if my whole body was exhausted. My uncle was completely limp on my back, his penis throbbing inside me, his semen gurgling into my uterus, making my lower abdomen feel warm.

My uncle's penis remained inside me, and he lay on top of me as we breathed silently for a while. His yellowish-green semen slowly flowed from my vagina…

After resting, my uncle carried me into the bathroom and held me in his arms in the huge bathtub at Acheng's house, caressing my body. Soon his penis became erect again, so he made me kneel in the water with my hands on the edge of the tub, and then he thrust his penis into my vagina.

That night, he took me into his room and wantonly ravaged me on the bed, making me wear my school uniform and sexy lace thong for him to have sex with. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, I couldn't control my lust, letting him manipulate me, and involuntarily twisting my slender waist and buttocks in response.

He vented his desires on me, filling my mouth and vagina with his semen, giving me multiple orgasms, until he finally collapsed onto the bed like a dead pig around five in the morning.

My mouth was full of foul-smelling semen, and my swollen, red labia were covered in filth and vaginal fluid. Although I was exhausted and almost collapsed, the vaginal fluid on my body was incredibly uncomfortable, so I had to lean against the wall and slowly walk towards the bathroom.

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

As I reached the room where A-Cheng and I were, I heard a girl's moans coming from inside. I looked in astonishment and saw A-Cheng fucking a girl on the bed where I was often fucked like a bitch. But the girl kneeling on the bed being fucked by A-Cheng wasn't me; it was Xiao Jing!!! She was writhing her ass and moaning incessantly as A-Cheng fucked her.

"Ah...ah...harder...um...ah...it feels so good...ah...ah..."

I saw Xiao Jing's face was flushed, her lewdness fully displayed; I was sure she had taken A-Cheng's aphrodisiac.

Just as I hesitated whether to stop them, A-Cheng noticed me.

"Ah... Yunqi...you...you and Daddy are done...? Daddy...Daddy is still very good, right...um...um..."

A-Cheng was talking to me while grabbing Xiaojing's round buttocks and fucking her hole with his penis. He really knew about what his father had done to me!!!

I saw A-Cheng thrust his hips faster, and based on my experience with him, he was about to ejaculate...

"Um...um...Yunqi...wait a minute...I...I...almost there...um...um..."

"Ah...no...don't...don't ejaculate inside...you'll get pregnant...no!!!"

Although Xiaojing had taken aphrodisiacs, her pure nature still kept a little rationality, but A-Cheng's cannon had already fired. A-Cheng pressed Xiaojing's buttocks tightly against his lower body, and I saw his hips trembling as he injected his semen into Xiaojing's uterus again and again.

I simply stood by the door, leaning against the doorframe, with no intention of stopping them. My heart was filled with a sour jealousy; that brat Xiaojing had stolen Acheng away, leaving me to be dumped on Acheng's fat pig father.

Acheng, still clutching Xiaojing's buttocks, squeezed the remaining semen into her vagina, then pulled out his penis and collapsed onto the bed, saying to me, "Yunqi, take her to take a bath."

"Yes, Master."

Even then, I hadn't forgotten my identity; I was A-Cheng's plaything, her sex slave. So I walked to A-Cheng's bedside and saw Xiao Jing lying on the bed, her buttocks raised high, panting heavily, white semen still flowing from her vulva—she looked rather pitiful. So I pulled her up, and we helped each other into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I helped her kneel in the bathtub (A-Cheng's bathtub was really big), and then I used the showerhead to spray warm water on her. Xiao Jing kept her head down, staring at the white liquid flowing into the warm water between her legs, while I stared at her with disgust.

Suddenly, Xiao Jing threw herself into my arms and started crying.

"Waaah...waaah... Sister Yunqi...Ah Cheng...Ah Cheng drugged and raped me...waaah...and then...and then...he even filmed the rape...saying...saying if I didn't obey him...he would...he would make the tape into an AV and sell it...waaah...waaah...Sister Yunqi...please help me...waaah...waaah..."

Seeing Xiaojing's pitiful appearance, my initial female jealousy vanished.

Instead, my protective instincts resurfaced. I held Xiaojing in my arms to comfort her, while pondering the semen still flowing from between the two wicked father and son between our legs...

The next day at school, I kept thinking about how to deal with the two of them. I knew that Xiaojing and I, two girls, couldn't defeat them. I had to find someone I could trust, and that's when I thought of Zhang Zhengguang. After getting Xiaojing,

Ah Cheng didn't pay as much attention to me as before. It seemed that today on the bus to school, although he took turns rubbing Xiaojing's and my petals, he clearly paid more attention to Xiaojing than to me. Although being neglected was a bit painful for me, given my current girlish heart, it gave me more time to carry out my plans.

At lunchtime, Ya Cheng took Xiao Jing away, presumably to take her somewhere to "fuck" her tender hole. Although it was bad for Xiao Jing, it gave me time to find Zheng Guang.

I went to Zheng Guang's classroom and saw him eating lunch silently, with five or six other students talking inside. The others had probably gone to the cafeteria.

"Zheng Guang,"

I called out. Zheng Guang and his classmates all looked in my direction, staring at me in surprise.

Zheng Guang walked over with an incredulous expression.

"What's wrong, Yun Qi?"

Zheng Guang looked at me, and I quickly pulled him away. I could hear his classmates whispering.

"That girl is beautiful, which class is she in?"

"Zheng Guang is so lucky, he actually hooked up with such a beauty."

Of course, I knew Zheng Guang had heard them too, so my face turned red. I dragged Zheng Guang to the back hill of the school. When we stopped, we were both panting.

"What's wrong? Why did you run so fast?"

"I...I need your help with something."

"What do you need?"

"I need you to help me deal with A-Cheng."

Zheng Guang was a little unhappy at this point.

"Deal with A-Cheng? Aren't you two a couple? Why do you need to deal with him? Are you playing me?"

"No!!! No!!! I was forced!!! I'm not his girlfriend!!!"

"I just saw...saw you and him in the classroom yesterday...and you told me to leave!!! How can I believe you!!!!" "

Zheng Guang!!!!"

He turned to leave, ignoring my calls. So I ran to him, hugged him, and pressed my lips to his.

"Mmm...uh...!!!"

Zheng Guang struggled at first, but when I held his head in my hands, he hugged me back and kissed me.

I knelt down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis. His penis was already hard.

I took his penis into my mouth and began to suck, circling my tongue around his glans. A little bit of fluid started to flow from the glans, and his penis became hard and hot in my mouth.

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

I tried my best to suck his penis, and my labia seemed to be flowing with lustful fluid. So I lifted up my blue tight skirt with my right hand, reached into my panties, and played with my wet petals with my fingers.

"Ah...ah...Yunqi...I...feel so good...you're sucking...too...too hard...ah...ah..."

Zheng Guang moaned in enjoyment, his hands holding my hair, shaking my head violently.

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

Zheng Guang was moving too fast, and his penis was so big that it filled my mouth. I was about to choke, but with his penis in my mouth, I couldn't speak, so I could only endure it, and tears streamed down my face again.

"Ah...ah...Yunqi...Yunqi...I'm going to cum!!! Cum...mmmmmmmmm!!!!"

Zheng Guang pressed my head against his penis, and a large amount of hot, sticky semen was shot into my mouth. Because there was so much semen, it overflowed from the corners of my mouth. At this point, I really couldn't bear it anymore. I tried my best to push him away, but being a girl, I was much weaker. He felt that I was struggling, and finally reluctantly let go of me, but he still ejaculated a spritz on my nose.

"Cough...cough cough...cough...cough...cough..."

I struggled to the ground, spitting out the semen in my mouth and coughing continuously. Tears, snot, and saliva streamed down my face.

Only then did Zheng Guang realize the disaster he had caused. He hurriedly knelt down and leaned against me.

"Oh...I'm so...I'm so sorry...Yunqi...Are you...are you alright?"

I sobbed, "Waaah...waaah...how could you be so rough...waaah...waaah...I almost choked to death...waaah...waaah..."

"Oh...really...really sorry...I...I was so crazy...I'm sorry..."

This idiot just kept saying sorry, what a fool. But seeing his cute appearance, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Hehe...okay, I'm fine now."

I slowly got up and knelt down, and he took out a tissue to wipe the tears and snot from my face. When he wiped the semen off my nose, I asked, "Do you believe me now?"

"Yes...I believe you."

He smiled slightly.

"Then are you willing to help me deal with Acheng?"

"How do you want me to help you?"

"Don't talk about that yet."

I hugged him and kissed him, then walked to the tree to the side. I bent down, put my hands on the tree trunk, lifted my skirt up to my waist, and showed him my round buttocks. I noticed he was staring intently at my butt, so I untied the right strap of my light blue lace semi-transparent thong, and it slipped down to my ankles.

I knew Zheng Guang had seen my pink vulva because his penis was already erect again.

I wiggled my butt and said coquettishly, "Come and get your reward quickly..."

Zheng Guang quickly got up and walked behind me. He knelt between my legs, parted my labia with his fingers, and carefully examined my tender vulva.

"Is it beautiful, Zheng Guang..."

"So beautiful... Yunqi..."

Being praised by Zheng Guang made me feel overjoyed. Just then, I felt a delicate strip teasing my labia. I looked down and saw that Zheng Guang was licking my vulva.

"Ah...ah...don't do this...it's so embarrassing...Zheng Guang...stop...ah..."

Although I begged desperately, Zheng Guang continued to lick. The tingling sensation between my legs made my legs go weak, and my juices flowed down my legs to the ground.

"Ah...ah...Zheng Guang...don't do this to me anymore...fuck me...fuck me..."

My lust made me shamelessly beg Zheng Guang, and he seemed to have finally had enough. He stood up and pressed his large penis against my vulva. My labia were spread open, and his large penis slowly pushed against the vaginal walls, pushing deeper. Because my vulva was already full of juices, Zheng Guang easily penetrated my clitoris.

"Ah...stop...stop...it's the top..."

I gasped. Zheng Guang stopped too. "Yunqi, it's so tight, you're squeezing me so tight, it feels so good."

"Zheng...Zheng Guang...please...please move faster...I...I...my pussy is so itchy..."

I blushed with embarrassment as I said this, but it was really uncomfortable to have my penis inside my vagina without moving, so I had no choice but to ask Zheng Guang for it, disregarding my modesty.

"Then call me husband, and I'll move."

Why are all guys like this?! Although I think I would be like this too...it's so annoying...

"Husband...husband...please fuck Yunqi quickly...husband...come on..."

I begged him in a sweet voice, and Zheng Guang finally grabbed my buttocks and started thrusting.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...faster...faster...husband...husband..."

The big wooden stick inside my vagina finally started its piston-like motion, and I moaned and groaned with abandon.

My big buttocks kept hitting Zheng Guang's body, making a slapping sound.

"Ah...ah...husband...more...more...ah...ah...ah..."

I did my best to please Zheng Guang, and he seemed to work even harder after hearing that.

"Ah...ah...wife...so good...your hole...it feels so good...ah...ah..."

Zheng Guang seemed to be a little incoherent. He lay on my back, kissing my neck and smelling the fragrance of my hair, while his hands reached into my shirt, unbuttoning my bra and playing with my breasts.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...husband...husband...I can't take it anymore...my legs are going to give way..."

The intense thrusting, the tingling pleasure, and Zheng Guang's weight made my legs start to go weak, slowly bending inwards. Zheng Guang also moved down slowly with my body.

"Ah...ah...I...can't take it anymore...husband...I can't take it anymore..."

Just when I was about to kneel down from exhaustion, Zheng Guang turned me around, reached out and hugged my feet, making me hug him like a koala climbing a tree.

"Wh...what's wrong??!!!"

I stared at Zheng Guang in surprise.

“Wife… let’s change locations…”

He smiled at me, and my face flushed from his gaze. I could only rest my head on his shoulder. Because I would fall backward if I slapped him, I kept my arms tightly wrapped around his neck. As he walked, he thrust his penis into me. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation, only feeling the vaginal fluids being squeezed out and splashing along the way, like watering the land.

Finally, he carried me to a large rock by a stream and laid me on the cold stone.

“It’s so cold!!!”

I protested, pouting.

“You won’t be cold in a little while…”

Zheng Guang smiled, then he brought my legs together, bent them against his chest, spread my legs apart, and then pressed down on me, thrusting into me hard.

“Ah… ah… ah… husband… so good… so good… fuck me… fuck me…”

This time my vagina clenched even tighter, making me willingly utter vulgarities.

"Yunqi...Yunqi...you're so...so beautiful...so beautiful..."

Zheng Guang stared at my beautiful face, and I watched him with rapture as he relentlessly thrust into me. My face was flushed, and we were both drenched in sweat. The only thing in the world seemed to be the two of us and his massive, relentlessly thrusting penis.

"I love you, husband."

"I love you too, wife."

Just as I was about to climax, Zheng Guang placed my legs on his shoulders, braced his hands on the rocks, and thrust into me with powerful strokes.

"Ah...ah...ah...I...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...!!!"

As soon as Zheng Guang pulled his penis out of me, his semen began to shoot out, all over my body.

My shirt, my stomach, and my skirt, pushed up to my waist, were all stained with semen.

Zheng Guang was so exhausted he sat down on the ground, and I lay on the rock, panting...

That night, A-Cheng's lecherous father went out to a brothel, so Xiao Jing and I were in A-Cheng's room, naked, serving

him. Xiao Jing and I lay on the bed like puppies, A-Cheng thrusting into Xiao Jing while inserting a dildo into my vagina. "Ah...ah...no...I can't take it...I can't take it..." "Ah...ah...ah...harder...harder...ah...ah..." Xiao Jing and I kept moaning, while Zheng Guang had probably already entered the house with the key I gave him, searching the room for the videotapes of Xiao Jing and me.

I was so exhausted by A-Cheng that I was lying on the bed, panting, the dildo still spinning inside my vagina.

I watched Xiao Jing being fucked by A-Cheng, and Xiao Jing was moaning and looking at me.

“Ah…ah…ah…Yunqi…Sister Yunqi…ah…ah…” “It’ll be over soon…it’ll be over soon…” I whispered to Xiaojing. Acheng grabbed Xiaojing’s buttocks, then froze. His buttocks trembled for a moment before he ejaculated inside Xiaojing and then pushed her down. Xiaojing was exhausted and lay on the bed, her face flushed. Acheng

seemed to be about to leave the room, so I immediately got off the bed and knelt in front of him, licking his penis, which was covered in semen and Xiaojing’s vaginal fluid.

“Ah…Yunqi…do you want a sausage too?”

“Yes…yes, Master.”

“Wait a moment, I’m going to pee.”

I couldn’t let him leave at this time because Zhengguang was nowhere to be found, so I had to say,

“Shoot it all into Yunqi’s hole.”

After saying that, I regretted it a little. I had actually asked him to urinate into my cunt. I wondered if it would be harmful.

"What?! I've never tried this before. I'll just have to bear with it. I didn't expect you to be such a slut."

Acheng happily held my buttocks by the bedside, then inserted his hardened penis into the cave between my buttocks.

"Ah...ah...faster...faster...it feels so good...it's going to kill Yunqi...ah...ah..." I braced myself on the edge of the bed, bending over as he penetrated me from behind. I kept moaning loudly, knowing that I had to make him satisfied at this moment. So I twisted my buttocks, welcoming his thrusts. He thrust in and out for a while before he ejaculated again.

"Ah...ah...it's inside...so hot...so hot...ah...ah..." My hands were tired by then, and I lay on the bed waiting for A-Cheng to finish ejaculating. Because I had just been with Xiao-Jing, this time I felt only a small amount of warm semen slowly flowing onto the walls of my vagina.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...I'm so tired...Master...I'm almost dead from your fucking...mmm...mmm...mmm..." I kept resting by the bed, while A-Cheng lifted my waist, his penis still inside me.

Suddenly, a jet of hot water started shooting into my lower abdomen!!! I almost forgot, A-Cheng was urinating inside my vagina!!!

"Ah!!! No!!! No!!! Pull it out quickly!!! My vagina will break!!! No!!! Don't shoot anymore!!!"

Of course, A-Cheng wouldn't listen to me; he kept holding my waist tightly and forcefully shot urine into my vagina.

"Ah!!! Ah!!! Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!"

Acheng's urine kept spraying forcefully against the walls of my vagina, actually giving me an orgasm. In the midst of the orgasm, Acheng's urine kept shooting in, the pleasure never stopping. I could only grit my teeth, clutching the blanket to endure it, but finally I couldn't hold back anymore. "Ahhhhhhh!!!! So good !!!! Ahh

... I knew that if I didn't lick, A-Cheng would go to the toilet. After licking, A-Cheng went back to bed satisfied. Xiao-Jing looked at me with a sympathetic expression, then hugged A-Cheng and slept with him. I nodded to her, then slowly walked to the toilet, one hand covering my vagina. As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I saw Zheng-Guang on the other side. He was stunned to see my predicament, then, as if remembering something, he held up the videotape in his hand. I smiled at him, gesturing for him to leave first, and then I went into the toilet. In the bathtub, I let go and finally released the hot urine that filled my stomach. I knelt on the bathtub and couldn't help but cry... A-Cheng and his father were arrested by the police. One night, I sneaked into A-Cheng's house and searched for a long time. Finally, I found the recovery medicine in the secret room where A-Cheng's father had raped me. I held the medicine in my hand for a long time, and it took me a long time to make a decision. In the end, I decided whether to take the pills and become a boy again to be with Xiaojing, or not to take them and remain a girl to be with Zhengguang. In the bedroom at sunset, a girl stood by a desk, her hands braced on the edge, while a boy held her waist, thrusting his penis rapidly between her tender, moist lips. "Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore... ah... I'm going to cum ...ah...ah..." " Me too...I'm going to cum too... mmm..." "Mmm...ah...ah...mmm...ahh ... The boy ejaculated onto the girl's back, leaving a white trail that flowed from her neck down to her round buttocks. Exhausted, the girl slumped onto the table, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. The boy then ejaculated the remaining semen onto her buttocks and around her labia, before lying down on her semen-stained back and quietly caressing her breasts. Her vaginal fluids flowed down the inside of her legs, and her labia opened and closed in the afterglow of her orgasm. Was that boy me or Zheng Guang? Was that girl me or Xiao Jing? You can guess for yourselves.

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