[Urban] Mother and Child Concentration Camp (Complete) - 10

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The clock on the wall of the Nine-Leaf Lotus shop

was approaching five. I finished my last task, tidied up the clutter, and prepared to clock out and rush home to cook dinner. Gently stroking my lower abdomen, I couldn't help but smile with joy. It had only been two months, but this child was the joy the whole family had been longing for, especially my husband. He had always hoped to have another child, a son, and since I was already getting older, he knew that if I didn't have the baby soon, I would be considered an elderly mother. Thinking of my husband, I felt truly happy. We had been married for fifteen years, and our love was still as strong as when we were newlyweds, never showing any signs of weariness. Our relatives and friends always spoke of it with envy.

I met my husband at a university group activity. I had many suitors, but I only fell for this silly, country bumpkin. It wasn't his family's wealth that attracted me, but rather his helpful heart. My husband's family has a long history of philanthropy, building bridges and roads, and being very generous. My father-in-law practiced medicine and saved countless lives. My husband shares this same personality; much of the large fortune he inherited from his father was donated to charity. The amount of wealth isn't important; what matters is the family's peace and happiness—that's enough. My husband's family has had only one son for three generations. Although I already have a daughter and a son, my husband still hopes to have more children, and he's been eagerly anticipating this baby in my belly for a long time.

The five o'clock bell rang, and I got up, chatting and laughing with my colleagues, preparing to leave work. Suddenly, the manager's office door opened, and several important company executives, including the general manager, walked out. Leading the way was a tall, burly, overweight man with a shaved head, wearing monk's robes. He looked older than his age, but his face was ruddy, and his smiling appearance made him look like a Maitreya Buddha from a painting. The general manager respectfully called him "Master Maitreya." My colleagues told me he was a very famous master with many followers in the United States; he even designed the feng shui for our company, and the chairman was a huge believer in him. My family doesn't believe in ghosts or spirits and keeps our distance from such things, so I just smiled when my colleagues said that.

But then, as Master Maitreya passed by, he suddenly trembled violently, turned around, and stood in front of me. Amidst a sea of surprised stares, he abruptly asked, "Was the female benefactor born on [date and time]?"

I was astonished. I had never met this person before; how could he be so accurate? Master Maitreya looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my lower abdomen. His expression was strange. He then did some calculations with his fingers, his expression grave, and shook his head, saying, "Your family has performed good deeds for three generations… how could this be?"

His seriousness permeated the atmosphere, and everyone nearby felt an unusual tension. I, however, didn't think anything of it. This is the 21st century. I am a highly educated person; how could I believe in such superstitious nonsense?

"This child is very unusual. For the sake of your family's safety, it's best to have someone examine him as soon as possible. In my opinion, ordinary people probably can't help much. If you are willing, I can offer my humble assistance..."

I completely ignored him. This kind of fake kindness and extortion is nothing but money-making. How could I be foolish enough to believe this swindler? Seeing my lack of reaction, Master Maitreya showed a compassionate expression and sighed, "Please do not take this lightly. If it is not dealt with quickly, there will be casualties in your family within seven to a month."

These words infuriated me. Monks are supposed to cultivate their speech and virtue; how could he curse someone's misfortune with just a few words! Ignoring the crowd around me, I slapped him across the face on the spot. A sharp crack echoed, and a five-finger handprint appeared on Master Maitreya's left cheek. Everyone around was stunned. The manager yelled at me to apologize, but Master Maitreya, who had just been slapped, kindly stopped everyone. Understanding my anger, Master Maitreya sighed deeply, took out a business card and several yellow talismans from his robes, and said,

"Paste these on your door, hoping to ensure temporary peace... If you change your mind, you can find me anytime."

I immediately tore the talismans to shreds; if my colleague hadn't stopped me, I would have thrown the scraps back at the monk's face. After dinner, my daughter, Meiyue, went to her room to study. She had just entered junior high last year, and although her grades had always been excellent, she still dared not be careless in the face of fierce competition for higher education. Xiaotong pestered his father to teach him computer skills. The workload in elementary school wasn't too heavy, and my husband always doted on his son, spending a lot of time with him after work.

With nothing else to do, I went upstairs to take a shower and prepare for bed. The cool water splashed on my skin is a secret to beauty and skincare, promoting firmness and elasticity. Many years have passed since my teenage years, yet I've maintained a great figure. I apply lotion daily, drink milk, and do two hours of aerobics. As a result, time has left almost no trace, and you can't tell I'm already a mother of two.

The only difference from my teenage years is that my breasts are much fuller. My 33E breasts are firm, perky, full, and round, and remarkably, they show no signs of sagging. In university, I was known for my large breasts, and girls often said I was all looks and no brains. So I studied extra hard and entered graduate school with top marks. My daughter's intelligence is largely inherited.

Perhaps because I breastfed both children, my nipples are very dark, and my areolas are particularly large. Actually, my husband also bears some responsibility, because when my daughters were first born, he always tried to steal their milk. After showering, I changed into my bathrobe. No one else comes into the master bedroom except my husband. My son is still young, so I usually don't wear underwear after showering; it feels more natural and is better for my health.

I chose a backless silk nightgown, the black material highlighting my fair skin. The lace detailing at the chest subtly revealed my cleavage; the ruffled hem was very short, barely covering my thighs, and whenever I bent over, most of my pale buttocks were immediately exposed. I only dared to wear it in the bedroom because every time I saw my husband's drooling eyes, I felt this embarrassing outfit was worth the price.

At eleven o'clock, my husband came back to the room, and as usual, we talked about what happened during the day. Recently, someone wanted to buy the land where our factory is located in Ankeng. Besides offering bribes, they also used coercion. I heard those people are gangsters, ruthless in their methods, and my husband has been worried about it for several days.

Actually, with the current economic downturn, and my husband not being able to learn the unscrupulous ways others make money, our factory has been consistently losing money. Closing it down wouldn't be a big deal, but we're concerned about the livelihoods of dozens of employees, so we're continuing even at a loss.

My father-in-law left us a lot of assets, although most of them have been used up, we still have several plots of land in northern and central Taiwan, and properties overseas. All in all, it's enough for our family to live comfortably for a lifetime. Since we can help more people, losing a little money is okay. We all believe that God will always favor good people.

Inadvertently, I mentioned what happened at work today, and the more I talked, the angrier I became. My husband comforted me, saying not to pay attention to the nonsense of those charlatans, and then offered to accompany me to my prenatal checkup.

"I'll go to the checkup myself, but I'd like to go out for a walk sometime. We haven't gone out as a family in a long time; if we don't go now, it won't be as easy when my belly gets bigger."

My husband thought about it and agreed, saying we'd choose a day this weekend for a family outing. I thought about taking Meiyue shopping on Saturday, so I decided the whole family would go out on Sunday. Once the plan was set, my husband's hand, which had been resting on my lower abdomen, slowly moved down to my crotch, where I wasn't wearing underwear, and gently began to caress me.

"Do you want it?"

"Of course, if you don't want it now, it'll be harder when your belly gets bigger,"

my husband said softly. Naturally, I let him "want" it; otherwise, why would I sleep in this outfit? I didn't sleep well that night. For some reason, the temperature inside was unusually low. The weather bureau hadn't said there would be a cold snap these past few days. The dogs outside kept barking, not their usual barking, but howling like wolves, sending chills down my spine.

There were strange noises outside the room, like someone moving around… Was it Meiyue or Xiaotong? Why weren't they asleep so late? How were they going to class tomorrow? I vaguely heard the sound of metal pipes being knocked over. Was it ours? I listened intently, but heard nothing, and drifted off to sleep again.

The next morning, Meiyue and Xiaotong both said they slept soundly the night before, heard no strange noises, and didn't get up or move around. I checked that all the doors were tightly locked and the security system was working, so it was impossible for a thief to have broken in. I figured they must have misheard, so I didn't pay much attention. I made some savory porridge, pickled cucumbers, and fried dough sticks for my husband and children to eat breakfast, and I made myself a cup of milk. Strangely, the water tasted especially sweet today, and after drinking it, I felt lightheaded.

But my husband and children shook their heads, saying they couldn't taste anything special. I told the children about the family trip, and Meiyue and Xiaotong were very happy, saying they would make time for it. On Saturday, my husband took the Mercedes to the mechanic for maintenance in preparation for the outing the next day.

I drove my little Marc, taking Meiyue to the department store. Xiaotong insisted on coming along, so we went together. Mizuki is going through puberty. She loves basketball and has inherited my physique, so she often comes to me complaining, "Mom, my bra is too tight! It's making it hard for me to breathe!"

At the lingerie counter in the department store, Mizuki was choosing a new bra, and I was also picking out some new styles. My daughter, trying on clothes in the fitting room, beckoned me to come in and help her. She truly is a beautiful fourteen-year-old; her figure is incredibly slender, and her skin is as white and delicate as feathers. Girls this age are all developing, but when Mizuki unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing her enormous breasts, I was still taken aback.

While Mizuki's hands and feet were slender and her face beautiful, her breasts seemed asymmetrically full. While not terrifyingly large, their prominent curves, combined with her slender waist, were truly astonishing. Upon closer inspection, I saw she was wearing a one-piece bra with rose embroidery, the straps tightly covering her substantial breasts. Especially since her beautiful face was so small, it made her breasts appear even larger.

At the same time, her shoulders and back, radiating a snowy glow, were so slender. The bra straps rested on her small, fragrant shoulders, highlighting her shapely waist. The fitted light blue skirt further accentuated her rounded hips. Just then, Miyuki crouched slightly forward, gently picking up her skirt that had fallen to the ground. Her already substantial breasts appeared even larger and more alluring with this movement.

Although she was wearing a full-coverage bra, her breasts appeared as if she were wearing a half-cup, revealing the upper part of her snow-white, full breasts. The erect nipples glowed with a pinkish luster, bouncing up and down with the movement of her chest. Although her lower body was still covered by the short skirt, her snow-white cleavage, supported by the bra, was completely exposed.

"Mom, the bra straps are too tight. Could you help me unhook the back?"

I looked at my daughter in surprise. Her breasts were even more developed than mine were at that age. The bra was labeled a 31C, but her snow-white breasts were peeking out from the sides of the bra, which was too small, almost bursting out of it. I unhooked her bra, and her snow-white breasts sprang out like cannonballs, standing tall and proud. Meiyue held her full breasts in her hands, pouting her little mouth in grievance, and said coquettishly, "I don't want such big breasts!"

I could only sigh. These days, girls are into breast augmentation, but how do they know that wearing a pair of large breasts on their chests only attracts attention and is a huge burden for a woman? Meiyue likes to play basketball, so she only buys sports bras and camisoles with excellent elasticity, and all of them are simple and girly styles. Looking at Meiyue's charming appearance in front of the full-length mirror, I felt a sense of pride as a mother.

My daughter's breasts were firm, her waist slender, and her hips rounded, radiating the fresh charm of a teenage girl. After trying on a bra, while paying at the counter, the saleswoman kept praising her, saying that it was rare for someone only in the first year of junior high to have such large breasts; after looking at my figure, she complimented me, saying that like mother, like daughter. Xiaotong innocently asked me if her breasts would be as big as her mother's someday. I laughed and scolded, "Silly girl! You're a boy, how could you have breasts?"

Meiyue chimed in, "Yeah! What boys should have big isn't their breasts, it's their penis..."

"Meiyue!"

I said, annoyed. Even though she was my younger brother, it was too inappropriate for a girl to make such jokes. Meiyue playfully stuck out her tongue and took Xiaotong to another shop, allowing me to choose my own underwear. After several selections, I chose a creamy white silk one-piece nightgown. Elegant and sophisticated, yet sensual, the dress featured a V-neck that revealed a large expanse of breast muscle. Because of my large breasts, it only barely covered half of my nipples, making it incredibly alluring. The lower body was a swimsuit-style high-cut top, exposing my entire thighs. If I wore pantyhose, the effect would be even more stunning.

Looking in the mirror, I examined my figure again, still feeling that my calves were too thick and my buttocks too large. I should do more aerobics to reduce fat. Suddenly, I stared in shock at myself in the mirror. A small bloodstain slowly appeared on my lower abdomen, quickly expanding and instantly staining my snow-white underwear red. It flowed continuously down, gushing out from my crotch. The astonishing amount of bleeding quickly left red marks on my thighs, flowing down... out of the mirror. My feet felt wet and warm. For a moment, I didn't understand what had happened until my reflection in the mirror gave me a sinister and eerie smile.

"Ah, ahhhhhh!"

I screamed, turning and running out of the fitting room. Even outside, I couldn't stop the fear gripping me, screaming frantically. The sales assistants were terrified; a group of people rushed over to see what had happened, worried that something was wrong with me and that I might disturb other customers. Meiyue heard the noise and ran back with Xiaotong. Seeing me like this, she cried in panic, hugging me tightly and saying repeatedly, "Mom, Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here, we're all here..."

Feeling the warmth from my daughter, my fear subsided considerably, but for some reason, an ominous pain lingered in my chest, refusing to dissipate... Yesterday, to avoid worrying my family, I finally explained it away by saying I saw a cockroach. Meiyue kept laughing at me for being a coward, so scared of a cockroach.

I didn't know how to explain. Should I just tell her what I saw in the mirror? That would only cause unnecessary worry, and besides, even I find it utterly absurd and laughable. Was I hallucinating? Of course I was, because it was later confirmed that there was no blood on my feet, and the fitting room was perfectly normal. What else could it be but a hallucination? However, the moment the hot blood touched my soles, the warm sensation was so real that it made me involuntarily anxious. I need to

pull myself together. Today is an important day for our family outing. If the reason for the hallucination is the stress of life, then I should take this opportunity to relax! I made a cup of milk before leaving, and it still tasted sweet and delicious. We only use tap water at home, so how could it suddenly taste so good? No one would believe me if I told them.

Our route for the outing is along the Northern Cross-Island Highway, passing by the Emerald Reservoir area, where we'll stop for lunch. It's early spring now, with budding green grass and blooming wildflowers—a perfect time to get close to nature. Although not as spectacular as the Yangmingshan Flower Festival, the scenic beauty of the Northern Cross-Island Highway is still quite unique.

My husband introduced the children to flowers, something he excelled at when leading group activities in college. Meiyue, knowing my preferences, specially found me a few sprigs of milky-white wild ginger flowers; their rich fragrance and elegant color make me prefer them to roses and peonies. Xiaotong, being young, could only follow behind his older sister, shouting loudly. Although he couldn't do much, seeing his energetic appearance made me, his mother, feel at ease.

We had lunch at a local chicken restaurant. Located near the reservoir, the restaurants here also sell live fish, fried, grilled, stir-fried, and boiled—one fish prepared in multiple ways, each with its own distinct flavor—truly a wonderful Taiwanese delicacy. Because we were so engrossed in admiring the lush green mountains and the interplay of sunlight and clouds, it was already evening when we headed back. Darkness comes quickly in the mountains, and with the light rain and mist, visibility was poor. We turned on our car lights and drove cautiously.

"Where are the kids?"

"Shh... in the back, they seem to be asleep."

My husband glanced in the rearview mirror, smiled with relief, and moved his right hand from the gearshift to my thigh, gently massaging it. I was wearing a loose black dress today, and knowing what my husband meant, I let him pull up the hem, revealing my rounded knees and thighs clad in black stockings.

"Honey, you... drive carefully!"

My voice wasn't loud, just a gentle nudge, not a refusal. I let my husband pull my skirt up to my waist, then slip his hand inside my panties. The panties were the same black silk, with openwork rose lace along the edges. I could see the dark pubic hair swaying shyly under the man's fingers. I bit my lower lip, my snow-white thighs trembling, trying hard not to let out a moan that might wake the children in the back seat.

"Night Lotus, you get wet so quickly, do you want it again?"

I glared at my husband, half-scolding, half-joking, but when he touched my sensitive clitoris, I couldn't help but let out a sharp sound, and my nectar flowed uncontrollably.

"Hus...husband...watch where you're going..."

Ignoring my soft moan, my husband inserted his fingers into my vagina until the second knuckle. It was so sensitive that even the slightest movement made me moan and wriggle my hips. A burning sensation spread from my crotch to my whole body. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, like being cut open with a knife, jolting me awake.

The first thing that caught my eye was something very wrong. There wasn't much wind outside the car window, but the raindrops falling were all slanted, as if blown by a gale. The second thing was the route we were taking. We often travel the Northern Cross-Island Highway, especially this section. I remember it clearly; there are many curves, and there's no reason for us to be driving straight all this time.

"Husband!"

I cried out in alarm, grabbing his arm. Before I could say anything, I heard a piercing screech of tires skidding, and then it happened. Our Mercedes veered off the road and rolled violently down the hillside… Two hours later, in the hospital, I stared blankly at the still-flashing red operating room light, a sentence echoing in my ears.

"This child is very unusual. For the safety of your family, it's best to deal with it as soon as possible… At most a month, at least seven days, there will be casualties in your family."

The second act of Night Lotus:

The events happened so suddenly that I was completely caught off guard. The car rolled down the hillside for more than ten feet before being stopped by trees, preventing it from falling further or exploding – a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune. The cars behind us, seeing our accident, called the police, and people from several cars helped get our family of four up to the hospital. Getting us to the hospital was done by hand! How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's genitals, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, closely matching female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

I was the luckiest; I don't know why, but I only suffered minor abrasions on my hands and feet and a head injury. Meiyue was ejected from the car, suffering a concussion and four broken ribs. After emergency treatment, she's out of danger but needs to be hospitalized for observation for a few days. Xiaotong wasn't so lucky; the impact of the fall almost broke his spine. If his recovery isn't good, he'll probably be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. My husband is in the worst shape. Since being taken out of the operating room, he hasn't regained consciousness and is entirely dependent on life support. The doctors say his condition is very serious; the worst-case scenario is that he might become a vegetable.

One piece of bad news after another has reached my ears, almost completely devastating me. Just half a day ago, our family was peacefully enjoying the flowers on a picnic. How could things turn into this tragedy in the blink of an eye? I prayed silently to all the gods and Buddhas, and to my husband's ancestors. We are a family that has always done good deeds; we have never committed any wrongdoing. Please don't let such terrible misfortune befall my family.

I still remember the situation clearly. It looked like a straight road, so why did we veer off the road? But the drivers of the cars behind us all said in unison that it was clearly a sharp bend, yet we ignored it and sped off. The bizarre situation was inexplicable and incomprehensible to me; I felt a deep-seated fear.

At that moment, the words of Master Maitreya kept echoing in my mind. I subconsciously touched my stomach. Could all these things be related to the child I'm carrying? Like that person said, there's something wrong with the child… I shook my head, banishing this absurd thought

from my mind. I'm an educated intellectual; how could I believe such feudalistic nonsense and doubt an unborn child? How could I be qualified to be a mother like that? The next two months were bleak and miserable at home.

Meiyue had returned to school, but she couldn't do anything too strenuous for the time being. Xiaotong woke up to find that she couldn't move her lower body. She cried and screamed, but soon developed a high fever, drifting in and out of consciousness. The doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong, and there was nothing they could do but ask the school to suspend her studies.

My husband, however, hadn't woken up yet. Without him managing the factory, which was already losing money, it became even more leaderless and couldn't continue. I entrusted the factory's operations entirely to several managers, telling them that if necessary, we should shut it down. Although I felt very sorry for some of the long-time employees, our family didn't have the energy to take care of the factory now.

Back at work, news of the family tragedy spread quickly throughout the company. Because of Master Maitreya's earlier words, my colleagues were gossiping behind my back. I originally worked here purely out of interest; the salary wasn't a problem. Now, to take care of my family, I quit my job, brought my husband home, and hired a special nurse to look after him. The factory in Ankeng ultimately couldn't hold on.

My husband and Xiaotong's illnesses were too expensive, and we didn't have enough cash on hand. To pay a generous severance package, I had to sign off on selling the factory land. Time was too short; those gangsters made tens of millions. I couldn't care less about that now; I only hoped that while we treated others well, God would also be kind to our family. The large house, once filled with laughter and life, had become so desolate and cold. All four of us were still at home, but we could no longer find the joy to laugh.

Meiyue was very understanding, always supporting me and helping to take care of her father and younger brother. It's truly heartbreaking for a 14-year-old girl. Xiaotong is still in a state of semi-consciousness. His illness is strange; the doctors can't pinpoint the cause. Every two or three days, he inexplicably develops a high fever, becomes delirious, and falls into a coma for a whole day. When he's awake, he's unusually quiet, practicing using his wheelchair. It's clear he doesn't want to cause us any more distress, even though he often falls off and injures his hands on the wheels, he still smiles at us.

Several nights, I got up to get a drink of water and saw Meiyue and Xiaotong crying together. The sight almost broke my heart. As a mother, I can't cry in front of them. If even I, an adult, panicked, they, at such a young age, would be even more lost.

The series of blows has even made the tap water at home tasteless. I drank it for a whole week straight, then suddenly stopped. I felt completely lost, disoriented, and utterly listless. Sometimes, I feel an excruciating headache, and I often hear strange noises. Even when I'm alone at home, I hear footsteps and laughter upstairs. I run up to check, but there's no one there. Meiyue says I must be too tired and advises me to rest and not overwork myself. I probably really am tired, both physically and mentally.

In the past, with my husband around, his broad shoulders always bore everything for me. Now it's my turn to support this family, and after so long, I'm truly exhausted. The doctor said the chances of my husband waking up are almost a miracle, and also hinted that the new bill has been passed, and if I'm willing, I can sign to stop the life support system and not waste any more money. I absolutely refuse. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'll wait, ten years or twenty years, it doesn't matter. My children also support my decision.

Lately, I often sit by the bed, holding my husband's limp hand, placing it on my belly, feeling the movements of his own flesh and blood. It's been four months now, and my belly is getting noticeably bigger. Because of this baby, I keep telling myself to be strong. I talk to my husband, and although he doesn't respond, I always feel like he can hear me. I long for the day he'll wake up again and embrace me with his strong hands, just like before.

"Goodnight, husband."

I kiss my beloved husband's cheek, wipe away my tears, and go to the other single bed in the room, where I toss and turn until I fall asleep.

"Ah Lian, wake up, wake up!"

In my dream, it seemed someone was calling my name. The voice was so familiar. I opened my eyes groggily and saw my husband standing by the bed, pulling back the covers. One hand was already expertly placed on my thigh, slowly moving upwards.

"Husband... I missed you so much..."

"Shh... Don't say anything, or you'll wake up."

My husband's hand rested on my shoulder as he began to remove my milky-white silk nightgown. I murmured softly, shaking my shoulders, letting my husband remove the covering. The two thin straps slowly slid open, the soft silk brushing against my skin, revealing a pair of full, round breasts without a bra. The nightgown was pulled down to my waist, and in the dark room, my jade-like skin seemed to be the only source of light, radiating a soft, pearly luster.

My husband was completely naked at some point, revealing not his current shrunken, flabby body, but his once extremely firm muscles. He got into bed and slowly covered me, his dark skin pressing against my snow-white flesh, a stark visual stimulation.

"Ah! Husband, husband, I miss you so much, I think about you every day..." In my husband's strong chest, I couldn't help but writhe, tears streaming down my face.

When I felt his rich masculine scent and his hot chest muscles, all the sadness that had been building up in my chest turned into tears, flowing like melting snow. His robe was pulled up over my waist, and my husband looked at my round belly, murmuring a few words thoughtfully. His voice was very soft, and I couldn't hear him clearly. Perhaps it was to be considerate of me! From beginning to end, his hands, which caressed me, kept far away from my lower abdomen.

"Ah Lian, your breasts are getting fuller and fuller, let me knead them..."

My husband stretched out his thick, calloused hands and caressed my full, firm breasts.

"Ah, no..."

I lowered my fair face shyly, my pitiful appearance only arousing my husband's lust.

"Wow...it feels so good...I've never touched such big, soft breasts before..."

A pair of large, masculine hands pressed against my soft breasts, kneading them vigorously.

"Ah, no...ah..."

"It's so wonderful...I've wanted to play with your beautiful breasts like this for a long time...oh..."

His voice was filled with excitement as he lifted my breasts forcefully and then gently tapped my nipples.

"Ah, how annoying...husband, you're so horny...ah..."

Unlike his previous refined style, my husband's slightly rough caresses made me close my eyes in pleasure.

"If my husband isn't horny, how can he be called my husband...?"

"Ah...be gentle...my breasts are about to burst...ah...be gentle...um...the milk will be squeezed out..."

Since the accident, I haven't had any sex for two months. Even if I were dreaming at this moment, it wouldn't matter. My husband's teasing had undoubtedly aroused my long-accumulated sexual desire. I stretched out my snow-white neck, and my red lips kept uttering lewd words. My husband's hairy hands would occasionally rub my left breast and then gently caress my right breast, which made my lower body twist and turn, unbearably itchy.

"Ah Lian, is your lower body very itchy? Let me help you relieve the itch!"

After having had enough of my breasts, my husband's hands couldn't wait to move down, trying to spread my legs into a U-shape.

"Ah! No... I'm so embarrassed..."

I shyly squeezed my legs together to maintain my composure. However, my husband's hands still didn't let go of me, continuing to roam over my tightly closed thighs and rubbing my genitals vigorously. "Ah Lian, your little hole is already so wet... New waves are still gushing out from deep inside..." My husband's short stubble curled into a lewd smile.

"Ah, it's so itchy... You're so naughty..."

I stretched out my snow-white neck, completely intoxicated.

"Ah, this is your little clitoris, isn't it..."

"Ah, be gentle... Ugh... My hole is so itchy... Ahh..."

Taking advantage of my numbness, my husband effortlessly spread my legs apart.

"Ah Lian, let's become one, husband and wife..."

My husband held his penis and brought it closer to my crotch. The size seemed thicker and larger than before, covered with bluish-purple veins, like a weapon approaching my buttocks.

"Ahhh... This is terrifying... It's the first time..."

When my husband held his penis with his right hand and used the glans to find the entrance, I couldn't help but cry out in fear. As my husband's buttocks slowly moved forward, his glans touched my pubic hair, and the glans gently sank into my woman's hot, moist area. Suddenly, a familiar, sharp pain spread from my slightly protruding abdomen, making me cry out.

But this cry was immediately drowned out by a thunderous roar. I opened my eyes slightly, my blood almost freezing. The person on top of me was not my husband, not the man I knew, and shouldn't even be called human.

His hair was disheveled, his face was ferocious, two huge, white horns sprouted from his forehead, his fist-sized eyes slowly turned into squares, his body was covered with a layer of steel-brush-like gray-black hair, and his limbs gradually grew in proportion, turning into a deformed skeleton like an arthropod. This appearance... was like a giant human-faced spider.

It stuck out a red tongue more than two feet long, seemingly in great pain, its eyes filled with a ferocious, predatory look, staring at me fiercely at close range, its stench and hot, wet breath hitting my face.

"No, no

,

ahh

...

"Master; save; me..."

My husband's lucidity lasted only a moment before he quickly fell unconscious again, his erect penis subsiding so quickly that I almost doubted it was all a hallucination. I don't want to believe in ghosts and spirits, but the strange phenomena in the fitting room that day, Xiaotong's strange illness, the unexplained footsteps and voices in the house, and last night's nightmare—these were all phenomena that couldn't be explained by science. And then there were my husband's words. Because of all this, I started running around from the next day.

In a month, I visited every famous temple in the province. They recommended some shrines, and more than a dozen monks came to our house to investigate, but either they couldn't see anything wrong, or they said the evil spirits were too strong, beyond their capabilities. My husband's condition didn't improve, but Xiaotong's strange illness worsened. Not only did she have a high fever, but sometimes she would talk nonsense, convulse, and foam constantly coming out of her mouth.

I, as her mother, was terrified, but I was helpless and couldn't do anything. In the end, these sorcerers still couldn't help me, and I had already spent hundreds of thousands of yuan. Meiyue said I was superstitious, but I really didn't know what to do. Because of Xiaotong's illness, I was irritable and had several conflicts with my daughter, making the atmosphere at home even worse.

That evening, I dragged my tired body into the bathtub, turned on the showerhead, hoping to wash away my fatigue with the hot water. I'm five months pregnant now, and lately my breasts have often felt swollen; I guess they're starting to produce milk! Before, my husband always liked to play with my swollen breasts, as if trying to squeeze out the milk, squeezing and pinching them, sucking on my dark nipples, his eyes glancing upwards as if mocking me, making me blush to the roots of my ears.

"Ah Lian, if those girls outside can be called 'boob queens,' do you know what to call someone with such beautiful big breasts like yours?"

"What to call them?"

"Call them dairy cows! You're a dairy cow mother, and there's a little one downstairs. Ah Lian and Mei Yue, you both have a pair of beautiful big breasts that can seduce men." My husband laughed, "And I just want to be a dairy farmer, to milk this big-breasted cow of yours for the rest of my life."

Ever since junior high, I've hated being called a dairy cow. It feels like a contemptuous insult. But when my husband said it like that, I just felt sweet inside, and I playfully protested. Recalling the sweet moments of the past, I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, the hot water from the showerhead changed, carrying a disgusting, fishy stench, and a large amount of thick, red, sticky liquid poured over my face. I

couldn't open my eyes, so I grabbed a towel to wipe my face, only to realize that what was spraying down was warm blood, with a strong smell of blood. In an instant, I was immersed in a blood bath. I tried to climb out of the bathtub, but my limbs were weak and powerless. In the end, all I could do was scream frantically, a completely irrational scream.

"Mom! Mom, are you alright? What happened?"

Meiyue rushed over when she heard the noise. She and I had just argued an hour ago, but now she was terrified by my mother's screams in the bathtub. She hugged me and comforted me.

"Blood! It's spraying from the showerhead... the whole bathtub is full of blood..."

I said in a trembling voice, but then I came to my senses. The water in the bathtub was crystal clear; there was no blood at all. Meiyue let go of me, her expression as if something was wrong with me. Perhaps she was still angry with me. She pouted and quickly ran out of the bathroom. I stumbled out of the bathtub, my legs almost giving way from fear.

Looking at the empty house, I suddenly felt incredibly lonely. My beloved husband was gone, my son was delirious with fever, and my only daughter, who was safe, was throwing a tantrum. It felt like I was the only one left in the entire mansion, abandoned and utterly helpless.

An overwhelming sense of emptiness and loneliness washed over me. I don't know when it started, but I began to sob uncontrollably. As I cried, I went into Xiaotong's room, closed the door, and looked at my son's handsome sleeping face, so much like mine.

I burst into tears again. As I cried, through my blurry vision, I heard a strange noise. Suddenly, the bed my son was sleeping in cracked open, creating a large hole. Xiaotong fell straight into the hole, and the bed immediately closed again, but the person who had been sleeping on it was gone.

I heard Xiaotong's cries for help and screams, indistinct yet heart-wrenching. I was so terrified I almost fainted. Only one thought remained in my mind: I had to save my precious son! A large kitchen knife had appeared on the bedside table without my noticing. Without thinking, I picked it up and was about to chop down the bed to rescue my son. Just as I was about to strike, a gentle Buddhist chant entered my mind.

"Amitabha!"

The voice sounded familiar, vaguely resembling the accent of Master Maitreya from that day. Instantly, all illusions vanished. I stood beside my son's bed, the knife raised high above my head. Xiao Tong was sleeping peacefully on the bed, narrowly escaping being struck by the knife, his blood staining the white bed. I broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, I realized the knife should be in the kitchen.

I hadn't seen it when I came into the room. Where did it come from? My heart skipped a beat, and the knife clattered to the ground. My mind was pushed to the brink of collapse. I stood there, dumbfounded, like a lost soul. I don't know how much time passed before I heard my son's painful murmurs. "...Mom, I feel so bad...Save me...Mom...Mom...Where are you?"

As if waking from a dream, I hugged my son, sobbing, "Xiaotong, don't be afraid, Mom is here. Mom will save you, no matter what, Mom will definitely save you."

My son's feverish body radiated heat in my arms, but I felt a surge of strength, telling myself to stand up again and fight against that faceless evil force. Because of this , I rummaged through the pile of junk and found the

business

card I had discarded years ago; as for the talisman, I had long since lost it. After making a phone call, the person on the other end seemed to have anticipated my contact and instructed me to meet him. The master's Buddhist hall is located on Zhongshan North Road. I heard there is an even larger retreat in Daxi, built with funds raised by the master's followers, where many high-ranking officials and dignitaries regularly go for secluded meditation.

The Buddhist hall was filled with the smoke of incense and the misty atmosphere, completely shielding it from the outside noise, as if it were another world detached from the mundane world. A yellow veil hung over the altar, where many statues of deities I didn't know were enshrined. Sandalwood incense burned before them, and chanting Buddhist sutras played softly.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, and the sandalwood, the chanting, and the statues filled the hall with a sacred feeling, inspiring awe. Yet, for some reason, I felt drowsy. The master, dressed in a monk's robe, sat upright on a meditation cushion, looking remarkably like Maitreya Buddha, only his expression was extremely solemn.

"Female benefactor," the master said, "I didn't expect you to come to this old monk,

but since you've come, it means the matter has already occurred, and I can only try my best to avert the calamity."

I was bewildered; where did this calamity come from?

"Excellent, excellent. Your husband's family has performed good deeds for three generations, saving countless lives. They should be enjoying blessings in this life. However, life is unpredictable, and extremes beget their opposites; thus, they are inevitably subject to the wrath of evil."

The master glanced at my slightly protruding belly and sighed deeply:

"The child in your womb is the reincarnation of the Dragon-Elephant Demon Lord, carrying a knife and two arrows. The two arrows will strike directly at your parents, and the knife will kill your entire family. Upon reaching adulthood, it will wreak havoc on the world,

causing immense suffering." I was dazed and confused, unable to accept these shocking words. What era is this? How can a scholar with a master's degree accept such superstitious words?

"Female benefactor, you may find this hard to believe, but the reincarnation of a demon lord naturally attracts evil spirits with its malevolent aura, bringing misfortune and calamity. The strange occurrences in your family recently are a direct result of this. Alas! If you had allowed me to perform a ritual to prevent this, perhaps this tragedy wouldn't have happened. Even if it did, we could have averted it and avoided this horrific outcome."

My heart trembled. If the master's words were true, then the state of my family today was entirely my fault.

"The matter is urgent. If we delay any longer and allow the demonic fetus to grow, not only will your husband's life be in danger, but your two children will also likely face death again. The destruction of your family is imminent."

Meiyue and Xiaotong will be in danger? This is unacceptable! But the child in my womb is a life my whole family has longed for. As a mother, I must protect him/her. I absolutely cannot abort this child.

"As long as you drink the pure water before the Buddha, and then choose a day to abort the child, the root of your family's misfortune will be removed. But if you want to keep the child, this old monk must perform a ritual to exorcise the evil spirit and restore the nascent soul to its original form... This is not only much more difficult, but also goes against the will of Heaven, costing this old monk twenty years of cultivation... Alas! It is truly difficult!"

Hearing this, I had no more doubts and kowtowed to the master.

"Master, please have great mercy and save my husband and child. I... I will believe in Buddhism and be a vegetarian for the rest of my life. As long as you can keep the child in my womb, I will serve you like a slave. Master, I beg you..."

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The master slowly said:

"Heaven has its reasons for sending demons into the world, but Heaven cherishes life, and your family is a family that has accumulated good deeds. It is unreasonable for you to suffer this calamity... Enough, enough. I have been practicing Buddhism for decades, just to save all sentient beings. If I watch someone die without helping, how can I be called a Buddhist? Even if it destroys all my cultivation today, I will still help your family defy fate."

The deep and peaceful voice, in a daze, was like a kind father gently comforting his daughter. The sorrow in my heart seemed to finally have a channel to be released. I could not hold back anymore and collapsed in front of the master.

"Master... I was foolish to cause my family to suffer this karmic retribution, and you even sacrificed your cultivation for my family... I really don't know how to repay you..."

"Foolish child. The Buddha is compassionate, and saving sentient beings is the duty of a monk. What merit is there? As long as you do more good deeds, it will not be in vain for what I have done today."

The master made me stand up and said that to eliminate all this calamity, the first thing to do was to suppress the demonic energy of the fetus. Five days later, at midnight, it would be a yin month, yin day, and yin hour, when the evil power of the fetus would reach its peak. However, at midnight, when yin and yang are in contrast, it would also be the moment when its evil power is weakest, which would be the time to use magic to suppress it.

He handed me some pills and talismans that he had refined. The master solemnly instructed me to fast and bathe for the next five days, to abstain from delusions, and to burn the talismans to ashes before each meal, mix them with water and the pills, and drink the mixture to purify the turbid energy in my body so that I could use magic five days later. He then made me drink a cup of the mixture on the spot. The master was indeed incredibly powerful; strangely enough, his talisman water had a familiar, sweet smell, and after drinking it, I felt completely refreshed.

I only briefly mentioned the visit to the master to Meiyue, saying that a highly accomplished master would come to help our family ward off misfortune and improve our luck. Meiyue was clearly disapproving, as she, like me before, was stubborn and didn't believe in such unfounded things. The next day, the master, accompanied by several disciples, came to our house to assess the feng shui.

As soon as he entered, he warned me that the house had too much yin energy, which would attract ghosts and cause various hallucinations, vividly describing the events that had happened in my house recently, as if I had witnessed them myself. Under the master's instructions, his disciples distributed talismans and pasted them on important doors to prevent evil spirits from entering the house. I didn't really know which sect the master belonged to, but he was truly incredibly effective.

Xiaotong's illness had defied all the doctors' help, but after drinking the master's talisman water and taking his medicine, and receiving his massage, her high fever subsided in just half an hour, and she regained consciousness and could speak. Her husband experienced the same thing. After drinking the medicine and taking the talisman water, and receiving the master's energy, his complexion became rosy, his breathing became much more even, and his condition improved significantly.

A disciple nearby said this was nothing special; the master had previously performed miracles in America, restoring sight to the blind, enabling the disabled to walk again, and even reviving those in a vegetative state. The master shook his head, instructing his disciples not to speak recklessly. After performing his energy twice, the master appeared very weak, sweating profusely, his robes soaked through, and his face much paler. He needed the disciples' support to walk.

I was moved to tears and pulled Meiyue to kowtow to the master, thanking him for his immense kindness to our family. The master sternly refused the million-dollar check I respectfully offered, instructing me that as long as I performed good deeds and gave generously, I would have done right by him. Before leaving, the master repeatedly instructed me to fast and bathe, and to take the elixir on time to expel evil spirits in preparation for the ritual four days later.

"After taking the elixir, you may feel a little dizzy; this is a normal phenomenon of evil spirits leaving the body, so don't worry too much about it."

Just as the master said, I felt a little dizzy when taking the talisman water and elixir, but my energy immediately returned. Although my stomach ached a little, it became warm and comfortable after the medicine took effect, and the pain lessened as time went on, probably because the evil spirits were fading. I touched my round belly and silently spoke to my child: Baby, don't be afraid, Mommy is here, Mommy will definitely protect you...

Midnight four days later was the important time the master had mentioned. In the dead of night, I arrived alone at the Buddhist temple on Zhongshan North Road. I felt a little uneasy, but by then I had complete trust in the master, so I went in anyway. Two male disciples led the way, saying that the master was already waiting on the second floor, but before performing the ritual, I needed to bathe and purify myself, change into ceremonial robes, and then I could go upstairs to perform the ritual.

In the bathroom, they had prepared a large wooden tub for me, filled with hot water, with many unknown herbs floating on the surface. It smelled very fragrant, much more fragrant than the perfumes sold in the market. To avoid delaying the time, I didn't dare to bathe for too long. After a quick bath and drying, I prepared to change. The maternity clothes I had brought had been taken away, and the ceremonial robes I was supposed to change into were also placed outside. But when I picked up the robes, I was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't the loose robe I had imagined, but a thin, milky-white silk robe. When I held it in my hand, it felt so light and soft as to be almost weightless. I hesitated, looking around, hoping to find something else to replace it, but the dressing room was empty. Finally, I reluctantly draped the silk robe over myself.

In the dim light, I saw my reflection in the dressing room mirror: my wet, black hair curled and fell over my flushed cheeks, cascading over my rounded shoulders. Paired with the spotless, gossamer-thin white robe, I looked as holy and noble as the Virgin Mary. The silk robe seemed to offer some coverage; in the mirror, I wasn't completely exposed, only vaguely revealing the silhouette of my voluptuous figure.

However, my large breasts were impossible to conceal. From my high, firm breasts, I could clearly see two dark areolas and bean-like nipples, adding a touch of alluring sensuality to my holy appearance. This blend of purity and sensuality, two completely different, bewitching beauties, even stirred my own heart.

A wave of bittersweet emotions washed over me again, from when I wore sexy lingerie and my husband gazed at me. I felt an urge to cry. But the master's power was so great; he could surely restore my family to its former happiness. It was nearly midnight when I opened the door and went out. Fortunately, there was no one outside, so I didn't have to worry about being seen.

I went up the stairs to the second floor and entered the upstairs Buddhist hall. It was a completely secret room, much smaller than the first floor. The walls and wooden floor were covered with yellow curtains, densely covered with talismans written in cinnabar. In the center of the room was a wooden table resembling an operating table, surrounded by lotus lanterns, looking both mysterious and strange, almost like something out of a fantasy movie.

I was still uneasy about my thin clothing, but the master sat upright on a futon, chanting Buddhist scriptures, like an old monk in deep meditation. Knowing I had entered, he didn't even glance at me, but instructed me to take the elixir and the talisman, and then sit cross-legged on the wooden table. I've taken elixirs many times before, but this one seemed a bit different. When I sat down on the wooden platform, instead of my usual high spirits, I immediately felt drowsy and weak in my limbs.

"This old monk is about to begin the ritual. First, I'll circulate my energy to expel the evil spirits from your body. Close your eyes and calm your mind; just pretend it's all a dream." My head spun even more. The master's voice seemed to come from a very, very distant world, but I knew he was already beside the platform. At such close range, and with such barely covering clothing, the master must have seen everything.

I felt incredibly ashamed, but my body's reaction was strangely stimulating, as if it were anticipating something… The master began channeling his energy. First, he chanted Buddhist scriptures, then rapidly patted my back with both palms.

The thin silk robe offered absolutely no protection; I could even clearly feel the heat of the master's palms. A few minutes later, I was drifting off to sleep, my body burning hot, as if I had a high fever. When the master's hand touched my shoulder, I couldn't even tell whether it was his palm or my body that was hot. In my hazy state, the master told me to lie down. The instant my back touched the wooden platform, the cool sensation was so comforting.

"Ah!"

I exclaimed. The master's hand, which had been kneading my neck, moved downwards, patting, and slid over my full breasts. This was unacceptable! I was a married woman; I had a husband and children at home. How could I let another man touch my breasts? I tried to struggle to sit up, but my entire body was limp, without a shred of strength; I couldn't even lift a little finger.

A voice in my head said that this was part of the spell, and that men and women were different, but since I was channeling energy into my chest, it was inevitable that I would touch places I shouldn't. I could only blame myself for having such large breasts; no matter what, they would touch me. The master's hands roamed quickly across my chest, and before I knew it, they began to caress my full breasts.

"Ah... um..."

I felt incredibly shy watching his hands kneading my breasts as if he were kneading dough. With just a little pressure, my soft, fatty breasts would immediately sink in, looking utterly lewd.

"Ah, my body... is so hot... um... so embarrassing..."

My silk robe was stretched taut by my erect nipples, and my breathing became rapid, my blood rushing through my veins. Through the thin silk robe, the master's hands caressed my snow-white breasts, intentionally or unintentionally touching my sensitive nipple.

"Ah... um... uh..."

An intense pleasure surged through me, a tingling electric current coursing through my body. My legs were soaked, and my upper body trembled as if electrocuted. As a result, my silk robe quickly fell off, and my enormous breasts bounced out, completely exposed. Because I was supporting myself on the bed with my hands and feet, my breasts appeared exceptionally large, almost surreal. The bouncy breasts swayed from side to side, making my areolas, like fresh, dark purple nipples, bulge and swell.

"Ah... how embarrassing..."

Watching my two plump, white breasts bounce out obscenely, the dark purple nipples swaying slightly in the air, my breasts, already five months pregnant, slowly oozed white beads under this stimulation. I was extremely shy, yet my lust rose uncontrollably.

"Ah... um... stop... please don't do this... ahh..."

My whole body was already weak and limp. Instinctively, I stretched out my snow-white neck and let out a moan from my cherry-blossom lips. On the wooden platform, my legs were bent, forming an obscene bow shape. This was a crucial moment in the ritual, but I couldn't control my rising lust. I threw all the important things to the back of my mind and only wanted to pursue further pleasure. What... what's wrong with me? Completely forgetting about whether I would expose myself, my silk robe slipped down my legs, revealing my lace panties.

"Ah, so shameful... umm..."

My large breasts were exposed, and my two long, slender legs were completely exposed. The most private part between my legs was faintly visible, but a wet patch was clearly visible, quickly soaking the purple silk gauze. I couldn't help but utter a murmur of embarrassment. The master suddenly shouted, but I couldn't hear what he said. However, I suddenly felt a chill on my stomach. A brush dipped in cinnabar was rapidly writing incantations on my round belly, twisting and turning. In an instant, my stomach felt like it was about to split open; the intense pain made me scream in agony.

"Hold on! This is the most crucial moment; saving your child depends on this."

Cold sweat poured down my back. I pressed my lower abdomen, constantly talking to my baby in my mind, telling him to endure, that his mother was trying her best to save him. Fortunately, each stroke of the master's brush carried a magical power, suppressing the pain and transforming it into warmth and peace. As the incantation was completed, warm currents flowed through my entire body.

"Mmm… Ahhh…"

I screamed, not from the pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure. With the completion of the incantation, the vaginal fluid between my legs gushed out uncontrollably. The master's breathing was heavy, seemingly even more so than when he had used his powers to help Xiaotong and her husband that day. But he also sounded visibly relieved, for the demonic fetus had been suppressed; the most dangerous part was complete.

"My ritual has temporarily suppressed the fetus's demonic nature, ensuring it won't harm your family..."

Was the ritual finished? But I didn't want it to end like this. So many parts of my body still craved satisfaction, longed to continue that comfortable feeling...

"However, the fetus's yin energy is too strong. To completely remove it and restore the child's true nature, this alone is not enough..."

Ah! What should I do? I can't live without this child. No matter what, I must protect this child! My eyes narrowed, my gaze alluring and almost dripping with desire. My cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, and my red lips murmured softly as I made a heartfelt plea to the blurry figure before me. But what exactly was I pleading for? Even I was confused. Was I begging the master to save my child? Or was I pleading with the master…?

“If we want to proceed with the ritual further, then we can only rely on dual cultivation. Are you willing?”

What is dual cultivation? I had no time to think about it, nor could I. I simply opened my arms in a daze, welcoming the strong body that covered me. The only thin silk covering my body had somehow disappeared, leaving me completely naked. The master’s hands caressed my swollen breasts. Without the thin silk to obstruct them, this time, he rubbed them harder and more roughly.

"You know what? I've wanted to fondle your beautiful breasts like this for a long time..."

Familiar words echoed in my ears. In a hazy, dreamlike state, the master removed his robes, revealing a muscular body that didn't resemble that of an old man. Something stood erect between his legs... It was unbelievable; it was not only much larger than my husband's, but it was practically inhuman. Although I'd never seen a donkey's or a horse's genitals, this erect penis was as thick and hard as a child's arm.

"How...how can something so big...No...I...I'll break..."

I struggled frantically, but the master pried open my mouth and stuffed another pill inside, dissolving in my warm saliva.

"Don't worry, after taking the elixir, you'll only feel pleasure..."

Completely forgetting the child in my belly, I anxiously twisted my legs, feeling the glans touch my pubic hair, while the master's hips slowly moved forward. In this way, the egg-sized glans gently sank into my hot, wet area.

"Mmm..."

With a low growl, the master's penis slowly slid into my vagina. The flesh gripped me tightly, but fortunately, the lubrication was excellent. The feeling was like tearing my vagina apart, yet incredibly fulfilling. When the master's magnificent penis plunged deep inside, I couldn't help but scream. But I knew that what I was showing on my face was an expression of extreme excitement.

"Ahhh..."

Seductive cries echoed throughout the room, incessantly.

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