The experience of a female college student

The PhD student who had returned from Japan. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, the aura of his Japanese PhD always set him apart from others.

"Guanwen, your dissertation is quite good. Revise it a bit more. Please come to my place after class this afternoon." In my memory, that's how he began to express his admiration for me.

After the second period that afternoon, I went to his house. The faculty housing at the university was very tight. Because he was a PhD student who had returned from Japan, the university gave him special treatment and allocated him a two-bedroom apartment. Although it was small, the small living room was only a little over 5 square meters, and the large bedroom was only 10 square meters. But for young teachers of the same age, that was already heaven and earth.

He handed me a glass of iced Coke and patted the back of my hand. "It's so hot today, have something cold to drink first, to cool down. Look, your clothes are all wet." Like other female students, I was wearing a tank top, a popular style on campus. The black, tight-fitting, slightly transparent silk top clung tightly to my slender figure, perfectly outlining the curves of my chest. My 1.8-inch waist was alluring. I wore loose shorts, revealing my proud, snow-white, beautiful thighs.

He then enthusiastically handed me a towel, giving it to me with one hand while stroking my shoulder with the other. "Quick, wipe your sweat." I didn't mind his continuous suggestive actions. Boys often pretended not to mind touching or groping our bare arms and shoulders. Girls were also proud that their bodies attracted boys. I was happy to pretend I didn't notice.

Seeing that I didn't object, he boldly sat down next to me. One of his hands seemingly unintentionally rested on my thigh. My heart skipped a beat, a strange feeling creeping over me.

But I couldn't be impolite to a teacher. So I pretended to wipe my face and arms with a damp towel, then handed it back to him, saying, "Thank you, teacher."

I smoothly moved my thigh away. "Did you receive the letter I sent you?" he asked.

"Letter? What letter?" I was completely bewildered.

"You must receive letters from others often. I bet you haven't even opened some of them." He was right. Many boys had written me love letters. Many were from upperclassmen and graduate students, whom I didn't know. So I hadn't even opened many of them. Could it be...? But he wasn't a student, he was a teacher.

"Your sweat's gone now. I'll turn on the air conditioning. You were all sweaty, I was worried the wind would chill you," he said with concern.

I nodded. I felt genuinely embarrassed and uneasy.

He picked up my assignment—it was supposed to be a thesis, but it was really just a piece of paper—and sat down beside me. His shoulder rested on the back of mine, making it seem as if I was leaning against him. He placed the assignment in front of me and began to explain slowly.

His shoulder rubbed against mine. His exposed arm, outside his short-sleeved shirt, occasionally brushed against mine. His hand kept patting mine. A

strange feeling began to stir within me. Sweat started flowing again without my noticing. My breasts swelled slightly, and I felt my nipples harden. My face felt hot; I knew I was blushing. Fortunately, the sweat and heat masked my blush. The worst part was the dampness in my lower body.

At the dance, boys often took the opportunity to hug us tightly, rubbing their chests against our breasts. Their hands on our waists were also restless, often groping our backs. Sometimes they even touched our underwear waistbands and patted our butts. I felt that same heart-pounding, blushing feeling then too. But that was during an event!

Even with the air conditioning on, I kept sweating. Honestly, I couldn't hear anything anyone said. I realized then that saying I was doing homework was just an excuse. Boys often used that excuse. He wanted to be with me. I wondered, had he written me a letter? What would it say? I wondered if he had finished.

Anyway, he stood up. "Oh dear, it's so late. The cafeteria might be out of food." He glanced at his watch, surprised. "How about we go out to eat? My treat." I stood up too, unsure what to say. My nipples were erect, making my tank top look like two little buds. He gave my chest a meaningful look, his eyes lingering on the two little buds.

"Let's go." I don't know how I ended up following him, feeling dazed. We left the school gate and arrived at a quiet restaurant. We sat down in a private booth. My heart was pounding.

He stroked my long hair and told me about his experiences abroad.

"I've been to many countries. In Amsterdam, Netherlands, there's a street with famous window girls." I looked at him, confused. His hand was still stroking my hair, occasionally landing on my shoulder, gently caressing it.

"A shop window girl is a girl standing in a shop window, letting people choose her," he explained, noticing my confused look.

"For example, if you like a girl, you can knock and go in. When she draws the curtains, the red light in the window goes out. The red-light district got its name from the red light in their windows." At some point, his hand was no longer on my hair, but was constantly stroking my shoulders and back. I didn't dare move. Every time his hand touched my bare shoulders and arms, I felt a tingling, itchy sensation.

The food arrived, but he ate very little. He talked about the red-light districts of the Netherlands, Germany, France, England, Singapore, and Hong Kong… His hands not only caressed my shoulders and arms, but later moved to my thighs.

I also ate very little. I listened the whole time without interrupting. My breasts were throbbing with a dull ache. My nipples were struggling to stand erect. My legs felt wet, and I had a feeling of downward pressure in my lower body. My lower back ached. My muscles tensed in waves.

I don't know how I finished the food. But he showed no sign of leaving. He then placed coffee and a fruit platter on the table. The lights dimmed and became very soft.

He continued to talk about his experiences abroad. The hands wandering around my back and bare shoulders, I don’t know how it started, even reached into my tank top, stroking my smooth back. The other hand kept stroking my thigh. And he kept poking through the cuff of his shorts. Once, it even touched the edge of my underwear.

I couldn't help but avoid it, and then he stopped going deeper.

Under his caress, my back, shoulders and arms felt numb and itchy from time to time. The thighs were involuntarily tense, especially the thigh muscles, which were extremely tense. The breasts feel swollen and painful, as if they are swollen. Her nipples were sticking up high against her shirt. My underwear was even wetter, clinging tightly to my vulva.

I knew I should refuse, but I didn't want him to stop. This conflicting feeling left me motionless.

Seeing how gentle I was, he involuntarily intensified his movements, pulling me into his arms.

"I love you." As those three words escaped his lips, kisses rained down on my hair, neck, and shoulders. His hand, which had been on my thigh, began to knead my lower abdomen vigorously. I struggled tentatively, but under his storm of caresses, I felt so powerless and helpless.

My whole body trembled uncontrollably, and a warm current surged through my lower abdomen under his forceful kneading, rushing to my chest. Under the impact of this heat, I involuntarily thrust my chest out and raised my arms upwards. My already swollen breasts stood erect, the nipples clearly defined, incredibly alluring.

My movements seemed to give him some kind of signal. His hand suddenly slipped under the hem of my tank top, kneading my smooth abdomen extensively. A passionate kiss landed on my face, silencing me with a kiss that left me breathless. His hand on my abdomen grew larger, constantly sweeping across my breasts. Even through my bra, it sent shivers down my spine.

His hand continued to move downwards, slipping inside my waistband and kneading vigorously below my navel, sending a surge of heat rushing between my thighs. Under the impact of this heat, I involuntarily arched my back and thrust my legs forward.

He had me gasping for breath, his hand covering my mouth. I felt an electric shock all over my body. His hands squeezed and kneaded my swollen breasts, waves of pain shooting through me, almost unbearable, yet the pain also brought a strangely wonderful sensation. The more unbearable the swelling and pain, the stronger this wonderful sensation became. My lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, burning all the way to my inner thighs. The feeling of my stomach sinking into a sharp, pulling pain that throbbed my lower back. There was also a feeling of menstrual cramps.

Under the burning heat, the pain in my lower body seemed to be sublimating, bringing waves of pleasure. I was panting heavily, the surging heat making me dizzy and my nerves burning. I couldn't even register what his hands were doing.

My unconscious movements clearly fueled his desire even more. He pressed one leg over mine, his whole body pressing down on me. I was beneath him, in complete darkness. I felt like I was being crushed. His weight made my body feel like it was dislocated. I desperately shook my head to catch my breath under his pressure. There was something hard between his legs, pressing against my lower abdomen and thighs, a painful, aching sensation.

His lower hand slipped inside my underwear. A sharp pain jolted me awake. His lower hand was frantically pulling at my pubic hair. His upper hand was also exploring inside my bra.

I couldn't help but shiver. All the wonderful sensations in my body vanished instantly. My whole body ached unbearably. Every joint felt twisted and painful. My breasts felt like they were about to burst. My waist felt like it was being pulled by a thousand-pound weight, pulling as if it were about to snap, the pain shooting up and down my spine. The burning sensation in my stomach turned into an icy chill that seared into my genitals, causing intense menstrual cramps. The unbearable pain brought tears to my eyes.

I struggled desperately beneath him. Only then did I understand what it meant to be a weak woman. Under the pressure of his heavy body, my struggles were so helpless. I desperately tried to protect my most private parts. One hand desperately resisted his upper hand's assault on my breasts, while the other desperately blocked his lower hand's advance into my vagina. I twisted my body with all my might, trying to prevent his hands from reaching where he wanted to. I kept pleading, "No, no, don't." Despite my desperate resistance, he seemed oblivious to my struggles. His lower body pounded violently against me again and again. His hard penis thrust repeatedly into my lower abdomen, thighs, and perineum, causing his entire body to heave wildly against me. I felt as if my bones were being broken and crushed. With each heavy thrust, a surge of cold air shot up my chest, hitting my throat. I involuntarily opened my mouth slightly, letting out these breaths, and unconsciously moaned, "Ah, ah..." With a few more violent thuds of his erect penis, he finally stopped his violent writhing, his hands ceasing their kneading and squeezing. He slumped down, pinning me firmly beneath him, panting heavily. My whole body felt as if all strength had suddenly left me, finally finding peace after the storm. I lay powerless beneath him, also panting. His erect penis slowly softened.

He finally slowly climbed off me. My whole body felt like it had fallen apart, sore and unable to move. I remained slumped in the booth,

tears streaming silently from my tightly closed eyes. My clothes were disheveled. One bra strap had slipped down; the hem was rolled up high, the bottom edge of my bra barely visible. My shorts had been pulled down, revealing the waistband of my underwear.

My entire abdomen was exposed to the soft light. My navel rose and fell with my sobs. My shorts were rolled up, revealing my two pale thighs. Bruise marks from his pinching were visible on my thighs and stomach. My neck and shoulders burned with pain, and clear, purplish-red teeth marks were imprinted on my snow-white shoulders and slender neck. I had difficulty moving my neck, as if I had a stiff neck.

He gently helped me up, his voice hoarse, repeatedly apologizing, but I didn't hear a word. I just wanted to burst into tears. But even though we were in a booth, people were still coming and going outside, so I dared not cry out loud. I could only sob softly.

He straightened my clothes, gently caressing every inch of my skin, lightly stroking my breasts through my clothes, and my inner thighs and genitals through my pants. I ignored him, still holding my face and crying.

Anyway, he had already touched my whole body. It didn't matter if he touched me again. Fortunately, he didn't directly touch my most private parts. At least he saved my breasts and lower body; his hands couldn't directly touch my private areas. As he caressed me, especially my breasts and perineum, a warm current spread through me, and my tense nerves slowly relaxed.

He handed me a cold coffee. I was so thirsty that I drank it down in one gulp. My emotions gradually calmed down. Still sobbing, I said, "Give me some cold cola too." He drank his cold coffee in one go. Then he brought me more coffee and cola.

Under his gentle caresses and comforting words, I finally stopped crying. He drank several cups of hot drinks before his voice was no longer hoarse. "It's late. Why don't you stay at my place?" he said.

I firmly shook my head and sat away, making it impossible for his hands to reach me. He had no choice but to stop caressing me. "Take me back to my dorm," I said in an unquestionable tone.

He nodded, not daring to say anything more.

I didn't get back to my dorm until late at night. I quickly washed myself and changed my wet underwear.

Lying in bed, I kept thinking about the story he told and what happened that night, constantly rubbing my breasts and lower abdomen. I wanted to relax my swollen chest and sagging belly.

And so, I don't know when, I finally drifted off to sleep.

II. My Modeling Experience

I sorted through the unopened letters. They were love letters filled with sweet words.

I finally found them. Letters from my teacher. But not one, but two. They said he liked me the moment he saw me. He had always secretly loved me. He had traveled all over the world and many places in China. He had seen many beautiful girls. But none of them gave him the feeling he had with me. It said that besides being pretty, I also had a naive and romantic temperament. The signature was "Your Wei." Unfortunately, neither was dated.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" My roommate Ting's question startled me.

I realized I was staring blankly at the letters. Ting took the two letters from my hand.

"Ah, the teacher confessed his love to you!" she exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down," I quickly covered her mouth.

"What should I do?" I asked.

"I think he's better than those young boys. He even has a chance to go abroad," she whispered.

Ting was on the school's modeling team. Tall and with long legs, she was a prime target for boys.

"If it were you, what would you do?" I asked again.

"Not me. Silly girl," she replied dismissively.

"How's it going with that young boss? Tell me, dear sister." Ting is half a year older than me. She always makes me call her "sister." But this is the first time I've called her that. I know there's a young boss pursuing her part-time.

"Someone's here. Let's find a quiet place to talk after dinner," Ting said.

For some inexplicable reason, my period came out of control. It started suddenly, even before it was due, accompanied by waves of abdominal pain. After returning from the school clinic, I lay in bed until dinnertime, finally able to get up.

After dinner, we went to a secluded corner of the campus.

Ting said, "We girls have to rely on men. These boys at school are unreliable. Don't be fooled by how cool girls act now. They're nothing special. Don't date them." "My boyfriend is pursuing me. Look at him, he has no class at all. He just bought a diploma to fool people. If we're talking about exams, he'd be lucky to even graduate from junior high. Do you think I'd be interested in him?" Ting said with utter contempt.

"Then why..." I asked in surprise.

"It's all because their family is rich. He's a playboy, good for nothing. His father is a private business owner. A real business owner. He has assets worth hundreds of millions." Ting put her arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"I want to be a famous model. I have a degree and I'm good at foreign languages. It's just that I don't have money. To be a famous model, you need someone to promote you." Ting said slyly.

I leaned over and lay in Ting's arms. "Then you..." "That's why I'm dating him. I've been to their house. His father is also a lecherous old man. He stared at me the first time he saw me. The old man promised to help me." Ting said proudly.

"How much did they promise you?" "I've already received 200,000." Ting answered mysteriously.

"They're so generous? Aren't you afraid you won't be with their son anymore?" I looked up at Ting.

"They wouldn't be that stupid. Don't let his dad's country bumpkin appearance fool you. He's got a knack for swindling and cheating. Otherwise, how could he make his fortune?" My stomach started to hurt again. I rubbed my stomach and touched Ting's thigh. Ting's legs were so straight, so beautiful.

Ting stared at me and said, "I'll tell you everything. But you absolutely mustn't tell anyone else." "I promise," I said, rubbing my stomach, "If I tell anyone, may my stomach always hurt." "We've already done it." "Ah!" I sat up in shock, looking at Ting in disbelief.

"Really. Not only with the young boss, but also with the old man." Ting lowered her head, avoiding my gaze.

I felt like I didn't recognize Ting anymore, staring blankly at her. "Then...then..." I couldn't even finish a sentence.

Ting pulled me into her arms. "Could they give me the money?" Ting's chin rested on my hair as she quietly told her story.

It was a weekend. As soon as school ended on Friday, the young landlord picked Ting up in his car and took her to his home. It was a detached villa in the suburbs. As always, the landlord's family—actually, it was just the landlord and his son—warmly welcomed her.

The landlord's housekeeper was a decent cook. Dinner was lavish. After dinner, a friend of the landlord's came over, and the four of them played mahjong. The landlord secretly slipped Ting a stack of banknotes. They played mahjong until late at night before the landlord's friend finally got up to leave. Ting had lost almost all of her stack of banknotes.

After seeing his customer back, the old boss looked up with pity at Ting, who was almost a head taller than him. His rough hand rested on Ting's bare shoulder, which was covered only by a tank top. "Lost it all, huh? Fine, all my winnings are yours." With that, he put his arm around Ting's shoulder and walked to the mahjong table, pulling a pile of bills in front of him towards Ting.

The younger boss also came over, took Ting from the old boss's hand, and said, "All my winnings are yours too." He pulled his own pile of bills in front of Ting as well. His eyes, however, remained fixed on Ting's ample bosom.

The pile of bills amounted to over 20,000 yuan. Ting's eyes widened. She didn't notice that two pairs of wicked eyes never left her chest.

The younger boss's hand slipped inside Ting's tank top, caressing her smooth back.

"Are you satisfied?" the young boss asked with a mischievous grin. "Dad has another surprise for you." Ting finally snapped out of her daze, ignoring the hands that were roaming inside her tank top, and looked at the smiling old boss.

The old boss handed her a check.

"200,000!" Ting exclaimed.

"I know you want to be a model, he's mentioned it many times," the old boss gestured to the young boss.

"The requirements for models are high now, not only do you need to be good-looking and have a degree, but you also need to have those. You have all of those. We'll support you. I know my son isn't good enough for you. He's my only son. I promise, once you marry into the family, you'll be in charge. I'll retire. He'll listen to you. If you become a famous model, my family will be even richer," the old boss continued. "Here's some money for you. Don't worry about the money. Come back for more if you need more. It's getting late, go and rest." Ting was overjoyed. She was embraced by the young boss and led into the room.

Ever since Ting's first visit to the young boss's house, the old boss had prepared a private room with a bathroom for her.

Once in the room, Ting was still excited and didn't notice what the young boss was doing.

The young boss helped Ting to the bedside, his hand already moving from her back to her armpits. He gently touched the outer side of Ting's breasts through her bra. Ting involuntarily lay back in the young boss's arms.

The young boss's other hand took the opportunity to slip under Ting's tank top from the front, placing it on her full breasts through her bra. Ting kept her eyes closed, showing no reaction. The boss grew bolder. He slipped his hand inside her bra, directly grasping Ting's full breasts.

Ting suddenly snapped back to reality. She struggled, but against the boss's strong hands, her struggles were futile, only fueling his lust. He gripped

Ting's breasts tightly, his other hand yanking from behind her back, ripping off the straps of her tank top. With his force, one strap snapped, and the other slipped down to her shoulders. Her strapless bra was pulled down to her stomach. Ting's two full breasts were suddenly exposed to the boss.

A sharp pain shot through her breasts as he squeezed them. Ting couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch!" But all resistance was futile.

The thin tank top was easily stripped off by the young boss. Her strapless bra was also easily removed. Ting's upper body was completely exposed. Her high, firm breasts, the budding nipples, her flat stomach, her smooth, white virgin skin—everything about her made the young boss lose control.

He pounced on Ting's beautiful body like a wolf. Using both hands and mouth, he wantonly abused her full breasts, pinching and biting. Waves of pain shot through her breasts, and Ting convulsed, groaning incessantly from the torment. This only fueled the young boss's frenzy.

He bit and tore at Ting's breasts, blood flowing from his mouth and down her breasts. It smeared blood all over his face, staining the front of his short-sleeved shirt red. His hand slipped inside Ting's loose shorts from her waistband. Ting, in pain, dared not resist. Her eyes were tightly closed, filled with tears.

He stood up and pulled down Ting's shorts and underwear. Ting's beautiful body lay flat before him. He seemed stunned. So beautiful, so proud. He had been with countless prostitutes, but he had never seen such a perfect body.

The room fell silent, save for the boss's excited, heavy breathing and Ting's painful groans. Her still-erect breasts were bruised and battered, covered in teeth marks. Blood stained a patch, like blooming flowers. Her nipples remained erect, truly beautiful buds. Bloodstains were everywhere, as if about to be revealed. Sexy arms, slender hands gripped the sheets tightly. Bloodstains also stained her flat stomach. Her pubic hair was just the right amount, dark and glossy. Her legs were long and straight, pressed tightly together. Her skin was smooth, reflecting the light, so soft.

The boss was no longer violent, gently caressing Ting. From her hair, to her face, to her neck, to her arms, to her chest. Ting trembled under his caresses.

One hand rested on Ting's breast, gently stroking the bruises. The other hand slid across her abdomen, through the triangular patch of pubic hair, and reached between her legs.

Ting's legs helplessly clamped together twice, but couldn't stop the boss's penetration.

The shopkeeper's fingers touched Ting's private area. It felt like an electric current surged from her perineum throughout her body, causing Ting to tense up. The pain in her breasts and the spasms in her lower body mingled, creating a strange sensation. Ting instinctively stopped clenching her legs.

The shopkeeper's hand moved further down, kneading Ting's labia. Ting involuntarily loosened her legs.

The shopkeeper's fingers gently slipped inside, rubbing Ting's clitoris. Ting couldn't help but moan, spreading her legs further. The shopkeeper bent down, licking Ting's vulva. Waves of uncontrollable electric current surged through her, and even the pain in her breasts seemed somewhat relieved. A gush of vaginal fluid spurted out.

Ting was completely unaware of what was happening. The boss inserted his middle finger. Unexpectedly, he encountered resistance. The hymen. The boss was extremely excited. With a forceful thrust, his middle finger pierced the small hole in the hymen.

"It hurts!" Ting shuddered and groaned in a daze. The boss quickly withdrew his finger. In a few quick movements, he stripped off his clothes. He jumped onto the bed and lifted Ting's legs. Before Ting could understand what was happening, she felt a stick thrust into her lower body.

"Ah!" With a heart-wrenching pain in her lower body, Ting screamed and tears streamed down her face. She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands. Her legs involuntarily clenched into fists.

The young boss ignored Ting's cries, continuing his violent thrusts. Ting's cries could only be broken into intermittent "Ah, ah..." Finally, the young boss ended his frenzy, panting heavily as he collapsed beside Ting.

Ting's lower body was incredibly painful; she wanted to wash herself, but her limbs were weak. She could only close her eyes, trying to suppress the pain spreading from her lower body and breasts. Beneath her, there was a wet patch of blood. Ting managed to twist her body to avoid the uncomfortable wetness, but the white semen flowing from her vagina quickly soaked her again.

The young boss began to snore. Ting, in her pain, drifted into a daze. In her dazed state, Ting felt a heavy stone pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her legs were spread wide again. A hard rod was thrust into Ting's injured genitals once more. Another tearing pain in her perineum jolted Ting back to reality.

The young boss climbed on top of Ting, once again pushing his hard penis into her vagina. The stiff penis moved in and out of Ting's injured vagina, like a saw, as if it were sawing open her vagina, bringing waves of stinging pain. The semen that hadn't been washed away had dried and clung to Ting's vagina.

The young boss's vigorous thrusting seemed to rub off this layer of semen along with the vaginal lining, adding a peeling, dry pain to the stinging pain. Sweat poured from Ting's temples and chest, accompanied by pain.

She groaned again, unable to bear it any longer. "Heave-ho!" The boss ignored Ting's painful moans. He let out a low growl, thrusting repeatedly into Ting's vagina. The room filled with the stench of what seemed like fermenting semen flowing from her vagina.

After his second ejaculation, the boss, exhausted, fell asleep. Ting really wanted to wash. But her whole body ached, and she was too lazy to move. Waves of pain throbbed in her lower body. Her breasts also ached in waves. The semen on her body slowly dried, clinging tightly to her skin and inside her vagina, uncomfortably astringent. She was utterly exhausted. She drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

In her drowsy state, a sharp itch ran through her lower body. Ting shifted her body, but the itching intensified, causing her entire body to swell and tighten. Her mind slowly cleared.

Someone was licking her vulva. She thought it was her boss, and with her lower body and breasts still aching, her stomach and hips also felt sore and painful. Even moving was difficult. So she let her vulva be licked until it felt numb.

The tongue moved across Ting's vulva and the cleft of her thighs, occasionally brushing against her anus. Warm currents, like electric shocks, spread throughout her body. It felt incredibly good. Ting couldn't help but moan from the stimulation. Her vagina secreted glistening fluid.

The tongue entered her vagina, licking her clitoris. The stimulation became even more intense. Ting groaned loudly with excitement. Her breasts swelled, erect high, and her nipples stood straight up. Under the intense stimulation of pleasure, Ting involuntarily thrust her chest, stretched her waist, and raised her buttocks. Seeing Ting's strong reaction, the person licking her genitals looked up.

But as soon as Ting saw that face, her excited emotions vanished, and she couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't the young boss, but the old boss. The old boss ignored Ting's astonishment. He climbed onto Ting's body, naked. His old eyes, dim and blurry, gleamed with lust.

"I've had my eye on you for a long time," the old boss said, as he thrust his old, lecherous penis towards Ting's vulva.

"No, no!" Ting struggled, elbowing him. "I'm your son's girlfriend! What are you doing?" "That idiot only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun; he's useless. I sent him away. Don't worry, you can secretly follow me, and everything I own will be yours. Haha. You can still date that little idiot. I won't interfere with you two. You just need to secretly follow me." The old boss said, forcibly pressing his penis against Ting's vulva.

Exhausted from the young boss's antics, Ting struggled a few times, but couldn't resist the old boss's burning desire. Although the old boss was over fifty and short, his long-term agricultural labor made him exceptionally strong and powerful. Ting's resistance was futile. His penis had already penetrated Ting's vagina. It pressed against her labia, striking her clitoris. A sharp, tingling sensation shot through Ting's brain.

Unconsciously, Ting gave up resisting. The boss thrust his hips, and his entire penis plunged into Ting's vagina.

From then on, Ting was caught between two bosses, one big and one small.

III. The First Loss I

heeded Ting's warning and avoided Wei. Until Friday evening after dinner. Wei intercepted me on my way back to the dormitory from the cafeteria. "Guanwen. I've been looking for you. I've finished reading your assignment and made some revisions. Take it back." Actually, I didn't have any assignment with him. Clearly, he was making an excuse to separate me from my classmates and be alone with me.

Out of consideration for my classmates, I had no choice. I had no choice but to tell my classmates, "You guys go back first. Hey, could you take my lunchbox back for me? I'm going to get my homework." I followed behind him, feeling uneasy. Before dinner, a car picked Ting up. Otherwise, Ting would definitely have helped me. I thought of Ting's warning: Never trust men. They'll kick you aside once they're tired of you.

Ting told me this: "The old boss and the young boss want to take me. They made their fortune through swindling and cheating. Do you think they'd let me run the business? They're just using me to deceive and manipulate me. They feed and bribe those officials, giving them gifts and money. They want me to accompany them, saying I'm their son's girlfriend, but they just want to use me to elevate themselves. I also use this opportunity to make friends with those officials and the real big bosses. Anyway, I'm already a fallen woman. I've come to terms with it; I can't rely on anyone but myself. I also go out with their friends. Actually, everyone knows what's going on." Thinking about Ting's words, I secretly made up my mind that this time I would never do that with Wei again.

When I entered Wei's house, he led me to the sofa and sat down next to me. I immediately and alertly sat away, keeping a distance from him so he couldn't reach me.

He smiled awkwardly, stood up, and poured me a Coke. "Are you avoiding me?" I pretended not to understand. "No, why would I avoid you? We're nothing." "Wen, I really can't live without you. Come live with me."

He said, lunging at me. "No," I struggled to break free, "I'm still young. I'm only 20, I don't want to have a boyfriend yet." As I spoke, I shook him off and ran towards the door.

He grabbed me from behind and pulled me into his arms. "But I can't bear to leave you." I struggled desperately in his arms. He was a little annoyed. He suddenly twisted one of my arms hard behind my back. The sharp pain in my shoulder and elbow made half of my body numb.

"I won't let you go," he said viciously. He twisted my arm and shoved me into the bedroom, onto the double bed.

Before I could scream, he pounced on me, pressing me face down on the bed. He pressed my head down hard, shoving my nose and mouth against the mattress. I couldn't scream, I couldn't breathe. After a few struggles, I suffocated. He grabbed my long hair and pulled my head up. Just as I tried to take a deep breath, he shoved a towel into my mouth. Then he pressed me back down, sitting on my waist and forcefully twisting my arms behind my back, binding them tightly with rope. Then he flipped me over, making me lie on my back.

As soon as he flipped me over, I kicked him hard. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my calf and yanked down my shorts, revealing my two white thighs. Before I could react, he ripped off my underwear. My most private parts were completely exposed to him.

I was still struggling desperately. He used a leather belt to restrain my legs, bending them and tightening it around the back of my neck. He hung my legs from his neck. No

matter how much I struggled, it was useless; a hard object was inserted between my legs. I twisted my body desperately, but I couldn't stop his penis from continuing. He grabbed my ankles tightly with both hands, pressing them down hard. His fingernails dug deeply into the tender skin of my ankles, sending waves of pain through me.

My knees were pressed tightly against my shoulders and cheeks. It felt like he was going to break my thighs. The pain was particularly heavy. His heavy body pressed down on me, making it impossible for me to move. He finally inserted himself into my dry vagina. It felt like rough sandpaper was rubbing against the tender walls of my vagina, the dry pain sending chills down my spine.

I wanted to scream, but my mouth was gagged, and I could only let out low whimpers. He stared, his teeth clenched, and a powerful, beast-like roar erupted from his throat. With another deep, forceful roar, his entire body weight pressed down on my perineum. It felt like a burning stick had been thrust into my genitals, and suddenly a sharp pain exploded in my lower body. I felt my vagina being torn apart, ripping from my thighs all the way to my stomach, as if I were being ripped in two.

I couldn't help but scream. But my mouth was gagged, and the scream turned into a muffled gasp. My ears rang, and my head throbbed. Then I knew nothing more.

A cool sensation on my head brought me back to consciousness. My first sensation was an overwhelming, excruciating pain. My stomach felt like it was being ripped open, excruciatingly painful. It felt like a thousand steel knives were cutting into my vagina and uterus. My waist felt like it was broken.

I involuntarily clenched my fists. I tried to clutch my stomach, but it seemed I had no hands. I then realized I was completely naked, utterly exposed. My arms were tightly bound behind my back. The rope ran from behind my neck to my shoulders and then down to my armpits, binding my upper arms tightly, and my forearms and wrists securely tied behind my back.

My entire arm was numb. The rope dug deep into my flesh, forcing me to involuntarily arch my chest. My mouth was still gagged. My inner thighs and perineum were covered in fresh, undried blood. I was drenched in cold sweat.

Pain and humiliation brought tears streaming down my face. He was wiping my cheeks with a cold towel. The cold water had woken me up. His grotesque grin was so ugly. I wanted to slap him hard, but my hands wouldn't move. I felt like vomiting, but my mouth was gagged. My throat was parched.

He had taken me; I was his. The thought sent a chill down my spine. I had imagined countless times giving myself to my beloved prince charming for the first time. But I never imagined it would be like this, being raped for the first time.

"You're finally awake," he said, his icy hands groping my body.

I closed my eyes in shame, letting large tears stream down my face. I gritted my teeth, furrowed my brow, and endured the unbearable pain emanating from my lower body.

His cold hand touched my stomach, intensifying the pain. The aches in my back and the pain in my genitals merged into one. My whole body involuntarily convulsed. He seemed to sense my pain, triumphantly withdrawing his hand and slapping my white buttocks twice, leaving two bright red handprints. Then he removed the towel from my mouth.

"Water," I said weakly.

He helped me sit up and fed me water directly from the teapot.

"I made ginger and brown sugar water with cola. I prepared it for you. Drink as much as you can while it's hot." The hot ginger, brown sugar, and cola dispelled the chill throughout my body. The pain in my stomach lessened somewhat. The pain in my back and genitals separated again. Hot sweat poured out, washing away the cold sweat. My aching, numb arms felt even worse.

"Untie me." I closed my eyes again. I didn't want to see my naked body and his cruel face.

He didn't answer me, nor did he untie me. Instead, he reached for my breasts and slowly began to knead them. Tears streamed again from the corners of my tightly closed, humiliated eyes.

I remained motionless, letting him knead me. His kneading speed gradually increased. My breasts slowly heated up, swelled, and my nipples proudly stood erect.

I couldn't help but thrust my chest out again. His speed increased even further. The warm current from my breasts flowed downwards, impacting my waist and hips. The soreness was still there, but it wasn't that broken feeling anymore. The heat swirled in my stomach, churning and pounding in my lower abdomen. The pain in my lower body lessened considerably.

I could clearly feel that my uterus was still in place, and my vagina hadn't been torn open. The sharpest pain was coming from my vagina. The warmth from my breasts also flowed towards my bound arms. My arms felt a little warm too. As the warmth spread, the pain in my arms became more and more pronounced.

Seeing that I didn't resist or react, he leaned closer, pressing his warm lips against my breasts.

He licked my breasts with his tongue, and waves of electric shock-like sensations radiated from my breasts throughout my body. The current surged to my waist, tearing open the net of pain covering it, turning the aches in my waist into a network of throbbing pain. The current surged to my uterus, striking it again and again, and my uterus seemed to slowly come alive. An electric current surged into my vagina, striking my injured hymen repeatedly, creating a tingling sensation. The current struck my tightly bound arms, and the blood in them seemed to slowly regain its flow.

His tongue licked my nipples, causing them to erect and swell. Like being struck by a powerful electric shock, the intense stimulation instantly traveled to every nerve ending in my body. I couldn't help but tremble all over. I involuntarily moaned. The intense stimulation temporarily suppressed the pain throughout my body.

While he frantically licked my nipples, one hand reached towards my vulva.

"No!" I twisted my body. But he disregarded me and spread my legs. Once again, he aimed his penis at my vagina. Another wave of pain. His penis thrust into my vagina again.

"Gently, gently," I pleaded in pain.

He thrust in and out, each thrust deeper than the last. I felt a sharp pain in my lower body with each thrust, as if my stomach was being sawed open, deeper and deeper, splitting in two.

I groaned in pain, begging him to "Gently, gently." But he didn't go easy on me; instead, he became more and more forceful. One hand pressed down on my shoulder, making me feel numb and tingling, while the other hand played with my breasts. The stimulation and pain intertwined, making me gasp for breath.

Finally, his penis throbbed violently a few times inside my vagina. A surge of fluid rushed deep into my vagina. His penis slowly softened. He pulled out, the exhausted end resting beside me.

As the heat subsided, a splitting pain shot through my lower body. My hips and waist ached. I wanted to wash, but my hips and legs wouldn't obey me. My struggles startled him, and he pressed himself against me again, kissing me from head to toe. He kissed my face, neck, shoulders, and then kissed my high, firm breasts for a long time, smacking his lips repeatedly.

"Untie me," I demanded as he kissed my stomach. He untied the ropes binding my arms. I stretched my numb arms and struggled to sit up.

He quickly helped me up, half-carrying, half-dragging me unsteadily into the bathroom. I couldn't stand anymore. I had to hold onto the wall while he pulled over a plastic chair. He helped me sit on the chair and helped me wash my lower body. He gushed out streams of blood and semen.

I had a low-grade fever for several days. My vaginal inflammation also persisted for several days.

IV. The Nightmare Descends

It was another Friday. I had no classes in the afternoon. Wei invited me to his house again.

As soon as I entered, he eagerly pulled me into his arms. With one hand, he began to strip off my clothes, while leading me towards the bedroom. I numbly leaned against him, letting him strip my clothes off.

Once in the bedroom, my upper body was completely naked. He pushed me down onto the bed, pulled off my skirt and underwear, and pounced on me like a wolf. He forcefully thrust his hard penis into my vagina. A dry, painful sensation quickly spread. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, furrowed my brow, and endured the pain and nausea. I didn't utter a sound.

He thrust into me with heavy, labored movements, his throbbing, hot penis pounding deep into my vagina with each stroke, deeper and deeper. As he penetrated further, the astringent pain in my vagina gradually disappeared, replaced by an indescribable, pleasurable friction. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, biting my lip, enduring his relentless thrusts.

With each vigorous thrust, his penis grew thicker and longer, filling my vagina completely. Finally, his penis reached the deepest part of my vagina, his pubic bone pressing firmly against my vulva, causing a sharp pain in my pelvis.

Deep within my vagina, his penis throbbed violently a few times. A gush of liquid spurted out, hitting my uterus. He let out a long breath. His penis quickly went soft and withdrew. Exhausted, he slumped beside me, panting heavily.

A dull pain shot through my vagina, and my lower abdomen throbbed with pain. I quickly rubbed my lower abdomen with my hands, then got up. I went to the bathroom, squatted down, and rinsed my genitals with hot water. As the hot water washed over me, streams of white semen were washed out.

I don't know when he arrived at the bathroom door, but he leaned against the doorframe. "Wen, I don't want to work at the school anymore. I want to start a company. I want you to live a better life, like a princess." "Start a company?" I continued rinsing my genitals, turning my head to look at him.

"Yes. There's an opportunity now. Two of my classmates from when I was studying in Japan are here. They want to invest in China and invited me to participate. They're offering me 15% of the technology shares. I'll be responsible for management in China. I've calculated it; the salary is 200,000 yen per month, which is over 20,000 yuan. Adding the dividends from the technology shares, it should amount to at least 400,000 or 500,000 yuan a year." "Really!" I'm already his. Although I dislike him, I still hope he can succeed. Besides, such a high income is indeed too tempting. My efforts have finally paid off.

"I'll treat them to dinner tonight. One of their business partners from the south is also there. Let's go together. You can get to know them. They might be able to help me out later. After you graduate, you won't have to worry about finding a job." "That's great!" For the first time since we started dating, I was genuinely happy. It's so hard for female college students to find jobs; I was terrified of the embarrassment of not being able to find one.

In a high-end business district lined with upscale hotels and foreign companies, we arrived at a five-star apartment. We knocked on his Japanese classmate's door. As soon as we entered, they hugged each other warmly. They rattled off a string of Japanese, which I couldn't understand a word of. I guessed they were just exchanging pleasantries. Looking at his two Japanese classmates, I couldn't help but laugh—one was a big fat guy, the other a skinny one. The fat guy's head looked like a pig's; the skinny guy's head looked like a rat's.

Wei pulled me aside and introduced me to his classmates in Japanese. His classmates gave me a thumbs-up and then showered Wei with compliments. Wei smiled at me and said, "They're praising how pretty you are." "Pretty, pretty. A beautiful girl," the chubby Japanese man said to me in broken Chinese, extending his right hand. I quickly offered my hand. But to my surprise, after grasping my hand, he suddenly pulled me into his arms and planted a hard kiss on my cheek. I blushed and struggled to pull away. The chubby Japanese man burst into laughter. I glanced at Wei. Wei wasn't angry and laughed along with the chubby Japanese man. I remembered

foreign customs I'd seen on TV and figured it must be their way of expressing affection.

The skinny Japanese man also came over, shook my hand, and kissed me on the cheek.

The Japanese men led us into their room.

Wow, what a huge living room! It's over 80 square meters, resplendent in gold. Seeing my astonished look, the chubby Japanese man showed us their other rooms. Two large bedrooms, each with a large double bed. Each bedroom had a large bathroom. There was also a study and a large kitchen. The storage room was even bigger than Wei's room.

"Do you like it?" Wei whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

"I'll definitely buy you one someday," he said earnestly. I looked at him, and for the first time, I thought he was quite cute.

We went back to the living room and sat down on the large sofa. The chubby Japanese man started babbling again. Wei told me we'd eat there. The South Koreans had gone to order food; the hotel would deliver it soon.

They were talking in Japanese, which I couldn't understand. Seeing them all looking at me, I guessed they were talking about me. Whenever this happened, I would politely smile at them.

As the door opened, the people from the south entered with the hotel staff. They set out the food.

At the invitation of the fat Japanese man, we went to the dining table. It turned out to be a Japanese-style low table. The Japanese and the people from the south knelt around the table, and Wei knelt too. I followed suit. But my sundress couldn't cover my legs, and my cleavage was faintly visible.

"This is Japanese sake, it's not strong, a little won't hurt," Wei told me, picking up his small sake cup. Then he spoke a string of Japanese to everyone. The people from the south then said "Cheers" in broken Chinese. Wei pulled me into his arms and spoke another string of Japanese to everyone. The three men nodded repeatedly. Then, Wei told me, "I told them you're the prettiest girl in our school. The boys all like to dance with you." "Ha, pretty, dance!" The fat Japanese man stood up and extended his hand to me.

"He invited you to dance," Wei told me.

"I..." I hesitated.

"Pretty, dance; dance, pretty," the fat Japanese man urged again.

"Go ahead. They like to dance while they eat, and sometimes they even sing. It's okay," Wei comforted me.

Accompanied by music, the fat Japanese man pulled me into his arms. The others sang Japanese songs, "Ah-la-ooh, ai-a-o." Compared to him, I looked so thin. He held me tightly. His large breasts lifted my breasts, making my cleavage even more alluring. Because he was holding me so tightly, I was sweating a little after the dance.

Before I could kneel down, the fat Japanese man raised a glass of wine: "Great, cheers." I quickly waved my hand and said, "I can't drink anymore." "Great, cheers!" To my surprise, the fat Japanese man said this while suddenly pulling me into his arms and forcing the wine down my throat. I quickly shut my mouth and shook my head to avoid it. The wine didn't get into my mouth but spilled on my neck and chest. I struggled to break free from his embrace. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I quickly knelt down next to Wei.

The fat Japanese man laughed triumphantly. Everyone else laughed along. Wei laughed as he wiped the wine off me. The wetness from the alcohol on my sundress clearly outlined my breasts, making them appear translucent and revealing my bra.

"Don't mind him, he's just that kind of person, not bothered by details," Wei explained.

At that moment, the usually quiet, skinny Japanese man stood up and invited me to dance. Wei patted my shoulder, "Go ahead," the skinny Japanese man said politely. After the dance, he toasted me with a drink, letting me only sip a little.

I barely ate anything, spending the whole time dancing with them. Until we were almost finished eating, they were looking at me and chattering away. Wei told me they were discussing who would dance with me for the last song. In the end, without Shui's knowledge, they decided by rock-paper-scissors. Unfortunately, the last song was with the fat Japanese man again.

I was quite afraid of the fat Japanese man and disliked him. Although other people would take advantage of me while dancing, pinching my back until it was covered in bruises, he was too rude and ill-mannered, always making vulgar gestures. During one song, he deliberately thrust his crotch towards me, making everyone laugh. His hands were extremely inappropriate, not only groping my back but also pinching my buttocks. Thankfully, this was the last song.

He hugged me tightly again, his large belly pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. He even tried to lift my skirt. What I didn't expect was that as the dance ended and I was about to push him away, his hand suddenly grabbed my breast.

Caught off guard, he firmly grabbed my left breast.

My pent-up anger exploded, and I slapped him across the face without thinking.

He let out a strange cry, scooped me up, and laid me down on the carpet, then pounced on me. Another strange cry followed. The skinny Japanese man and the man from the southern border also pounced, pinning me to the ground and quickly ripping off my sundress.

I struggled desperately, but the three large men, like wolves, held me tightly to the ground, unhooked my bra, and pulled down my panties.

I twisted and screamed, biting and screaming. The three of them held me down, then discussed something in a loud, guttural voice. They shoved a gag into my mouth, securing the gag with a strap behind my head. They pressed me face down on the ground, twisted my arms behind my back, and tied me up tightly with rope.

Just as they released me... I immediately rolled over, lying on my back, kicking my legs desperately. The three of them pounced on me again, lifting my legs and pressing them against their chests. They tied my ankles and thighs tightly with rope.

When they released me, my mouth was gagged, and my arms were bound behind my back. My calves were bent backward from the knees and tightly bound to my thighs. I was like a person without arms or calves. I lay naked and helpless on the carpet, unable to move. Only then did I realize that Wei was gone. A terrible thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "Wei betrayed me!" The three lecherous men looked at my painful naked body, shouting excitedly, their crotches bulging high. My heart tightened. They must have been plotting how to torment me. I helplessly closed my eyes, letting large tears fall. This was my last and most desperate measure in this series of misfortunes.

A hand pressed against my breast, then twisted my nipple violently. I screamed in pain, but because of the gag, only low whimpers escaped my lips. My pain elicited laughter from the three lecherous men. Several hands simultaneously reached for my naked body. Some slapped my lower abdomen hard, some squeezed my breasts, and some even inserted ropes into my genitals.

Especially one of them, I don't know which one, inserted his hand deeply into my vagina, hooking it around my pelvis and pulling it upwards forcefully, causing me to gasp in pain. Then another one bit my thigh hard. I trembled all over from the torment.

Suddenly, I sensed a familiar scent. It was Wei! He hadn't abandoned me! I opened my eyes. Sure enough, besides the three wolves kneeling around me, there was Wei. I looked at him pleadingly, hoping he would save me; I was his fiancée, whom he had pursued for so long. But I was wrong. He looked away from me guiltily and awkwardly. My heart sank. I remembered Ting's warning: "Men are all bad! Never trust a man!" I understood everything. Wei had betrayed me. I was now a lamb to the slaughter.

I glared at them fiercely. But they ignored me completely. The fat Japanese man slapped my thigh hard on the bite mark, yelled "Ah!" and pounced on my chest, biting down hard on my breast. I trembled with pain, involuntarily arching my chest and closing my eyes again, tears streaming down my face. My screams of unbearable agony, gagged, turned into muffled groans.

Suddenly, another sharp pain shot through my thigh. It turned out that while the fat Japanese man was frantically biting at my breasts, the man from the southern country was also biting hard on my thigh. The skinny Japanese man also took the opportunity to bite hard on my stomach.

The fat Japanese man lifted his head from my breasts, his mouth full of blood. "Mishimish, fragrant meat," he smugly shook his head. The skinny Japanese man also raised his head. The fat Japanese man pointed at his large, laughing head and waving his hands repeatedly. The man from the southern country not only bit fiercely but also tore at my flesh with all his might. He wouldn't let go, as if he was determined to bite a chunk of flesh off my leg. When he finally finished tearing and looked up, his mouth was also covered in blood.

The fat Japanese man lifted my head and pointed at the skinny Japanese man, blabbering incoherently. The South Korean man, who could speak a little Chinese, chuckled and pointed at the skinny Japanese man, saying, "His won't do, the fragrant Mishi Mishi won't do." He then pointed to the blood on the fat Japanese man's and his own mouth.

The skinny Japanese man, his eyes red, lunged at my other breast again. He bit down hard. I cried out in pain again, desperately trying to arch my chest to ease the pain. He bit down hard and chewed vigorously. I was almost fainting from the pain. Only then did he look up, his mouth not only full of blood but also staining his shirt.

The three wolves looked at each other and laughed maniacally. They raised their glasses, toasted, and drank in one gulp. Bloodstains still clung to their lips. The fat Japanese man launched into another tirade against Wei. Wei shook his head awkwardly. The South Korean man lifted my head, pointed at Wei, and asked, "His...is he always so fragrant?" He then pinched my breast hard again. The wolf gang erupted in another burst of maniacal laughter. And I, in pain, tears streamed down my face, my whole body trembling.

Wei gently stroked the scars on my breasts, saying guiltily, "I didn't have time to tell you... According to Japanese custom, to show the sincerity of our cooperation, whoever treats the guests must offer their woman to their partner. Today it's my treat, so I have to trouble you. I'm sorry you have to suffer. For my sake, please help me. I promise I'll repay you and treat you well in the future. For my career and for our future life, please bear with it. Ah!" He betrayed me. I angrily turned my head away. Tears streamed uncontrollably from my tightly closed eyes.

"Haha!" A burst of wild laughter made me open my eyes. The fat Japanese man stood naked in front of me, his erect penis standing erect. Looking at the other two men, they were also naked, just like the fat Japanese man, their erect penises standing erect as they leered at me.

They untied the ropes binding my legs. I didn't want to resist anymore. The key was, I couldn't resist anymore. My legs were numb and sore from being tied up, completely unresponsive. As the ropes were removed, blood could flow through my legs again, and I slowly regained some feeling.

But the fat Japanese man couldn't wait any longer and lifted my legs, forcefully inserting his penis into my vagina. With a stinging pain, his penis filled my vagina completely.

He excitedly shook his head, loudly singing Japanese songs with each powerful thrust, "Ah-la-woo-ai-oh."

The skinny Japanese man knelt to my left, singing Japanese songs. At the same time, he held chopsticks in his right hand and extended his left palm, alternating rhythmically, striking my injured left breast with the chopsticks again and again, while slapping my flat stomach with his palm.

The South Korean man knelt opposite him, also holding chopsticks in his right hand and extending his left palm, alternating rhythmically. His chopsticks struck my flat stomach again and again, while his palm slapped my injured right breast again and again.

With the fat Japanese man's frenzied thrusting, my breasts and abdomen were marked with red welts from the chopsticks and overlapping handprints from the slaps.

The fat Japanese man thrust violently. I couldn't describe the feeling anymore. I only felt something hard ramming inside my vagina, my perineum being stretched open. Pain surged relentlessly from my breasts and stomach. I could only whimper in agony, "Ah, ah..." Wei was now naked. He knelt above my head. The torment I was intensified, arousing his desire. His penis hardened. He pressed his erect penis against my forehead. Hot, sticky fluid dripped from his penis onto my forehead.

The fat Japanese man's penis throbbed wildly deep inside my vagina, forcefully ejaculating semen onto my cervix. His penis quickly softened, sliding out with drops of semen.

Before the swelling in my perineum subsided, the thin Japanese man thrust his penis back in. I don't know if it was because my vagina had already been attacked once, or if the skinny Japanese man's penis was just thinner. I felt that the skinny Japanese man's penis was thinner than the fat Japanese man's, and it didn't feel as swollen.

But it was longer than the fat Japanese man's. He thrust deeper and deeper into my vagina, again and again. Finally, it seemed to hit the cervix, thrusting painfully.

The skinny Japanese man finished ejaculating. My vagina was already full of semen, flowing continuously down the vaginal opening. But the man from the south ignored all of this and continued to insert his penis into my vagina. After two consecutive violent rapes, my vagina had begun to go numb. His thrusting brought a "squeak, squeak" sound. The semen inside her vagina kept overflowing as he squeezed it forcefully.

Finally, it was Wei's turn. The torment he had inflicted on me had long since made him unable to restrain himself. Ignoring the semen filling my vagina, he inserted his penis into mine. This was the second time he had inserted his penis into me today. Perhaps he still felt a trace of guilt; his thrusting was slow, but powerful. The other three men remained naked, kneeling beside the table, drinking and smoking, watching Wei's release on me.

After what seemed like an eternity, Wei let out a long sigh and withdrew his limp penis from my body.

"Let's wash up," Wei said, trying to help me stand, but my lower body felt like it no longer belonged to me; I couldn't stand. Helpless, Wei had no choice but to pick me up. When we got to the bathroom, they put me in a large bathtub and filled it with hot water. They untied me and removed the gag. I could finally cry. I burst into tears. Wei quickly wiped my body while constantly trying to comfort and soothe me.

"Wei, Wei," someone called from outside.

Wei hurriedly put down a bottle of liquor and several cans of Red Bull. He said, "They want me to play cards. Quickly wash your wound with the liquor and wash down there. Drink more Red Bull to strengthen your body. According to the rules, whoever wins will come to you. Tonight, no matter who wins, all the money is yours. Hurry up and wash and rest. Okay?" After saying that, he left me crying and rushed out.

In the hot water, feeling gradually returned to my arms. Other parts of my body seemed to slowly return to normal as well. My entire body was covered in bruises, purple marks, and red welts. Deep teeth marks were embedded in the flesh of my breasts, dried blood clots clinging to my white skin. There were also deep teeth marks embedded in my thighs. The ropes had left deep grooves on my arms, the edges still red and slightly swollen, the bottom already a dark purple. My perineum was swollen and red.

I drank a can of Red Bull first. I regained some strength. Then I gently washed the wounds with sake. The alcohol stung the wounds, but it was much more comfortable than the brutal torture. I then washed my swollen perineum with sake, flushing out the filthy semen from my vagina. Then, I drank a can of Red Bull. My throat felt a little better. I turned on the shower, letting hot water pour over my head, lay down in the hot water, closed my eyes, and enjoyed this moment of tranquility, entering a state of semi-sleep.

This

tranquility didn't last long. A commotion erupted outside, and the South Koreans rushed in naked. They ruthlessly pulled me, soaking wet, from the water. They rushed into the bedroom, threw me onto the double bed, and then jumped on top of me. They forcefully spread my legs and inserted their hard penis into my swollen vagina,

thrusting violently. The intense pain erupted again in my perineum. I had no strength to resist, so I could only bite my lip tightly, close my eyes, and endure the sharp pain from his hard, erect penis pounding against my swollen vulva. Low, painful moans escaped my throat.

The skinny Japanese man came in, also naked. He placed a small cup of sake on the bedside table. He leered at me, gave my breast a hard pinch, and left.

The South Korean man's penis throbbed a few times inside my vagina, ejaculating. Then it went limp. He pulled out his penis, lifted one of my legs, and poured the sake from the cup into my vagina. Then he inserted the cup into my vagina as well, blocking the sake inside.

He had just left when Wei came in. He told me the man from the South had won this round. According to the rules, after he finished with me, he was to pour wine into my vagina and then plug it with a wine cup to prevent it from flowing out. This continued until the next winner.

My vulva swelled even more, burning with pain. With the wine cup inside, my legs couldn't close properly. My back ached as if it were about to break. My lower body felt incredibly distant, only the endless pain connecting it to me. The wine felt cool inside my vagina. But after a while, it felt like it was burning; my lower abdomen felt warm, resisting the swollen, burning pain. I wanted to wash, but I couldn't stand up; I didn't even have the strength to lift my upper body. I could only lie on my back with my limbs outstretched. I pretended to sleep, enduring the pain.

There was another commotion outside. The Southerners had won again. He rushed in again. He pulled the wine cup from my vagina and grabbed his own penis, trying to insert it. Perhaps due to the continuous release of lust, his penis wasn't hard enough; he couldn't penetrate.

He stroked and rubbed, but it still wouldn't get hard. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his penis. I was disgusted. With my last bit of strength, I flung my hand away from his penis.

In the process, it brushed against his penis. He became enraged. He grabbed my arm and twisted it violently, the pain making my shoulder and elbow feel like they were dislocated. At the same time, he bit down hard on my upper arm below my shoulder blade, chewing relentlessly.

I screamed in pain, but I no longer had the strength to shout; I could only weakly moan, "Ah, ah ah." Large beads of cold sweat poured from my temples and chest. By the time his penis was erect, my arm felt as if it had been twisted and broken off; the flesh on my arm was almost torn apart. My arm felt like it wasn't mine anymore. Only the pain remained connected to me.

He grabbed my legs and inserted his penis into my vagina again. With his forceful thrusting, my vulva swelled even more. Each thrust sent sharp pains through my vagina. When he finished ejaculating again and withdrew his penis, he cheered loudly. His penis was streaked with blood. My vagina, worn down by the relentless grinding, was chafed and bleeding.

He yelled and ran out, then returned with other men. He pointed to his own penis and my vagina, shouting excitedly. He pulled one of my legs up again, poured alcohol into my vagina, and then stuffed it into the glass. The other men watched with great interest, slapping my swollen vulva.

I felt completely drained, lying on the bed like a dead person, unable to move. There was only endless pain, numbness, and agony.

Wei lifted my head, fed me a glass of sake, and then a can of Red Bull.

Next, the skinny Japanese man won two rounds in a row. His penis was particularly long, making my stomach churn uncomfortably. His two acts of torture brought out a lot of blood. Despite Wei's repeated attempts to force-feed me sake and Red Bull, my mind remained blank; I was practically unconscious. Only endless pain accompanied me.

Skinny Japan won again. But with the continuous ejaculation, his penis hung limply between his legs. To stimulate his erection, he forcefully squeezed and pinched my bruised breasts.

I had no strength left to move, not even to cry. I could only bite my lip, close my eyes tightly, and endure his brutality, letting tears stream down my face.

But his penis remained powerless. The other men continued to mock him. Enraged, he pulled out his belt and violently lashed my naked body again and again. The leather belt slapped and thudded across my thighs, stomach, breasts, and arms.

Each strike left a reddish-purple ridge on my pale skin. The beatings were relentless

, leaving me breathless. I could no longer cry or scream. Even tears wouldn't flow. Only weak moans escaped my throat: "Ah, ah..." My body was now covered in uneven, crisscrossing ridges from the belt. Only then did his penis manage to become erect.

He threw away the belt, jumped onto the bed, and lifted my legs. But his limp penis still couldn't penetrate my swollen vagina. This drew another round of laughter. He jumped down in a rage, found the wallet from the apartment description, jumped back onto the bed, and straddled me. He slammed the wallet down on my chest, opened it, and took out a sewing board. He then threw the wallet far away.

He pulled a sewing needle from the board, pinched my breast, and plunged it hard into my nipple. I screamed in agony, a scream that came from nowhere, chilling to the bone.

I broke out in a cold sweat. He wasn't finished. He pulled out another needle, pinched my other breast, and slowly plunged it into my nipple. The excruciating pain made me tremble all over, gasping for breath. Cold sweat poured down my body. The sheets beneath me were soaked.

The intense stimulation finally made his penis erect. He spread my legs and laboriously inserted his penis. Two needles were still gleaming in my nipples.

However, after only a few thrusts, his penis slowly went soft again. Frustrated, he pinched the protruding half of the needle handle and stirred it violently, causing my breasts to throb with excruciating pain. The intense pain in my breasts quickly spread, pulling at my armpits and pulling at my back. The pain radiated downwards in spurts. The pain was so intense that I felt my limbs had left me. My consciousness drifted away, leaving only the excruciating pain shrouding me in darkness.

His penis hardened again inside me. He stirred the steel needles in my breasts while gritting his teeth and thrusting his penis in and out with ferocious force. I

was in excruciating pain. When he stopped, I felt like I knew nothing. Wei forced me to drink alcohol to wake up. Intense pain enveloped me. My body felt like it wasn't my own anymore; I couldn't move at all. Blood mixed with semen kept flowing from my vagina. Several towels had already been changed and were piled up on the floor. Blood and semen stained the towels red and yellow. My perineum was swollen, spreading my legs wide apart.

Wei tried to remove the needles from my nipples. But the moment his hand touched the needles, a piercing pain shot through every nerve in my body. The pain made my whole body convulse. I strained to utter a weak "No, no," and shook my head feebly. Only my neck could still move. It

was late. The card game continued. Fat Japan won. He'd probably been holding back for too long; his penis was thick and large. When he thrust into me, it felt like he was tearing my vagina apart. He thrust powerfully again and again; one wave of pain in my vagina hadn't subsided before another surged through me. He lasted a particularly long time. Wave after wave of pain merged into one. My mind was hazy, numb, and I couldn't feel my limbs anymore. My whole body was in pain; I couldn't distinguish any parts of my body.

Then I was sobered up by alcohol; I was still alive. It was Wei's turn. Even though he carefully inserted his penis into my vagina, I still trembled all over in pain. He didn't pay much attention to my pain. He just kept ejaculating on me, again and again. I couldn't scream anymore, I couldn't cry anymore, my tears had dried up. My body couldn't move either. Only the pain told me that I was still alive. But my heart was bleeding.

He finished ejaculating. He pulled out his penis. He helped me up, holding my head up so I could see myself. My perineum. It was frighteningly swollen, my labia turned outwards. My entire vulva looked like a big, red, ripe peach. The skin was stretched and shiny, and in several places it had peeled off, revealing the tender red flesh inside. There were also many places inside my vagina where the skin had peeled off. A patch of tender skin, washed away by blood, still clung to the opening of my vagina. Blood continued to flow from my vagina, carrying with it whitish semen.

My once beautiful body, which I was proud of, which girls envied, and which boys drooled over, was now a mess. Blue, purple, black, and red wounds swelled up, forming crisscrossing grooves and mounds on my body. My breasts were much larger, the tender flesh inside the deep wounds turned outwards, some already white. My nipples were swollen, thick, and large, more than twice their normal size. The needles on my nipples reflected a pale light.

"I didn't want to penetrate you anymore. But they said that a swollen vagina is especially tight, sometimes even tighter than a virgin's. But it's not as astringent as a virgin's, making it especially pleasurable. In Japan, they sometimes deliberately swell up a woman's genitals with a leather belt before playing with her. So I couldn't resist trying it myself. It really is incredibly enjoyable." I hated him.

Another round, and Wei won again. But his penis couldn't get hard anymore. He couldn't penetrate me even after several attempts. He didn't force me anymore. He gave me Red Bull and two small cookies. I didn't have the strength to swallow anymore, so Wei used sake to help me wash the cookies down.

Wei told me that the skinny Japanese man and the southerner had exhausted themselves by taking advantage of me. He downed bottle after bottle of sake, finally passing out.

Only the fat Japanese man was still not satisfied. Wei Gang had just finished feeding me when he came in. Holding the bottle, he drunkenly shouted, "Beautiful, beautiful!" His penis was erect. He spread my legs and forcefully thrust his penis inside, pumping wildly. Another wave of excruciating pain exploded in my lower body. He kept fiddling with the needles in my nipples, or flicking them with his fingers, and even worse, he hit the needles hard on my nipples with the bottle, making me feel like I was dying. His penis went soft and hard again inside my vagina. I was in unbearable pain beneath him.

The fat Japanese man finished the sake in the bottle, threw it away, and thrust wildly into my vagina with all his might. Finally, he ejaculated. His penis slid out limply.

But he wasn't finished. He climbed all over me, pressing down so hard I could hardly breathe. He pulled the needle out of one of my nipples. With a piercing pain, blood welled up from my nipple. He bit down on my nipple and sucked hard, making me feel cold all over, the pain excruciating. He couldn't suck any more blood from one nipple. He pulled the needle out of the other nipple and desperately sucked on it. The pain was unbearable. My greatest wish was to die immediately, to escape the unbearable agony.

The fat Japanese man drank his fill of my breast milk. His penis became erect again. He lifted my legs and inserted his penis into my swollen, unrecognizable vulva once more. The indescribable pain made me faint again.

The fat Japanese man had vented his frustrations on me, even plunging the bottle deep into my vagina before staggering out, drunk. By then, it was already dawn.

Only then did Wei appear, like a ghost, seemingly out of nowhere. He woke me up, removed the bottle from my lower body, and then used alcohol to wash my entire body, paying special attention to cleaning the mess from my genitals. He changed the blanket beneath me, putting a dry one on top and covering me with another blanket.

I was no longer aware of my body's existence; besides the unbearable pain, I felt as if I were in an ice cave, chilled to the bone, or as if I were being steamed and roasted over a fire. I developed a high fever.

"You're burning hot. Go get some sleep." Wei said, then drew the curtains and left.

In the darkness, I succumbed to the torment of pain, cold, and being steamed in my unconscious state.

VI. Postscript

I lay in bed for several days before I could get up. I couldn't lift either arm for over a week. It took over a month for one hand to be able to clench and hold things. My lower body bled intermittently for several months before my menstruation returned to normal. The wounds on my body took more than half a year to heal.

Even now, almost two years later, if you look closely under my pale skin, you can still see bluish marks. Others just think they are blood vessels under the skin. Only I know that they are the deep-seated hatred left by the wolf.

With the help of a senior female student and her friend, I broke free from Wei's entanglement and broke up with him completely. He resigned from the school and started some kind of company in some industrial park with Japanese and South Koreans. Who knows how many innocent Chinese girls will be ruined by them? The school also took back the house allocated to him and gave it to other young teachers.

I still kept receiving love letters and declarations of love. But I never opened one, nor kept one. As soon as I received one, I burned it immediately.

[The End]

I. First Flutters in My Eyes

I entered my second year of university. Because of my beauty, I gained some fame at school. I constantly received love letters. Some even confessed their love to me in person. I felt like a proud princess, looking down at the group of boys chasing after me.

Among a group of suitors, at some point, a special person joined the fray. He was a professor, a PhD who had returned from studying in Japan. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, the aura of his Japanese PhD always made him stand out from the others.

"Guanwen, your thesis is quite good. Revise it a bit. Please come to my office after class this afternoon." In my memory, that's how he began to express his admiration for me.

After the second period in the afternoon, I went to his house. The school's faculty housing was very scarce. Because he was a PhD graduate who had returned from Japan, the school gave him special treatment, allocating him a two-bedroom apartment. Although it was small—the small living room was only a little over 5 square meters, and the large bedroom was only 10 square meters—for young teachers of his age, it was already a dream come true.

He handed me a glass of iced cola and patted the back of my hand. "It's so hot today, drink something cold first to cool down. Look, your clothes are all wet." Like other female students, I was wearing a tank top, a popular choice on campus. The black, tight-fitting, slightly transparent silk top clung tightly to my slender figure, perfectly outlining the curves of my chest. My 1.8-foot waist was captivating. He wore loose shorts, revealing my proud, fair, and beautiful thighs.

He then enthusiastically brought me a towel, handing it to me with one hand while his other hand caressed my shoulder. "Quick, wipe your sweat," he said, not minding his continued suggestive actions. Boys often pretended not to mind touching or groping our bare arms and shoulders. Girls were also proud that their bodies attracted boys and happily pretended not to notice.

Seeing that I didn't object, he boldly sat down next to me. One hand seemingly unintentionally rested on my thigh. My heart skipped a beat, a strange feeling stirring within me.

But I couldn't be impolite to my teacher. So I pretended to wipe my face and arms with the damp towel. Then I handed it back to him: "Thank you, teacher."

I casually moved my thigh away. "Did you receive the letter I sent you?" he asked.

"Letter? What letter?" I was completely bewildered.

"You must receive letters from other people often. I bet you haven't even opened some of them." He was right. Many boys had written me love letters. Many were from upperclassmen and graduate students, whom I didn't know. So I hadn't even opened many of them. Could it be...? But he wasn't a student, he was a teacher.

"Are you sweating now? I'll turn on the air conditioning. You were all sweaty just now, I was afraid the wind would blow on you." He said with concern.

I nodded. I felt really embarrassed and uneasy.

He picked up my homework, which was supposed to be a thesis, but it was really just an assignment, and sat down next to me. His shoulder rested on the back of mine, making it seem as if I was leaning against him. He placed the homework in front of me and began to explain slowly.

His shoulder rubbed against mine repeatedly. His arm, exposed outside his short-sleeved shirt, occasionally brushed against mine. His hand kept patting mine.

Strange feelings began to rise within me. Sweat began to trickle down my back without my noticing. My breasts swelled slightly, and I felt my nipples hardening. My face felt hot; I knew I was blushing. Fortunately, the sweat and heat masked the blush. To make matters worse, my lower body felt damp.

At the dance, boys often took the opportunity to hug us tightly, rubbing their chests against our breasts. Their hands, around our waists, were also restless, often groping our backs. Sometimes he would even touch our underwear waistbands and pat our butts. I felt that same heart-pounding, blushing feeling then too. But that was during an activity.

Even with the air conditioning on, I was still sweating profusely. Honestly, I wasn't listening to anything he said. I realized then that saying he was doing homework was just an excuse. Boys often use that excuse too. He wanted to be with me. I wondered if he had written me a letter? What would it have said? I wondered if he had finished.

Anyway, he stood up. "Oh dear, it's so late. The cafeteria might be out of food." He looked at his watch and said in surprise. "How about we go out to eat? It's on me." I stood up too, not knowing what to say. My nipples were erect, making my tank top look like two little buds. He gave me a meaningful look at my chest, his eyes lingering on the two little buds on my breasts.

"Let's go." I don't know why, but I followed him in a daze. We left the school gate and came to a quiet restaurant. We sat down in a couples' booth. My heart was pounding.

He stroked my long hair and told me about his experiences abroad.

"I've been to many countries. In Amsterdam, Netherlands, there's a street with famous window girls." I looked at him, confused. His hand was still stroking my hair, occasionally landing on my shoulder, gently caressing it.

"Window girls are girls who stand in shop windows, letting people choose them," he explained, seeing my puzzled look.

"For example, if you see a girl you like, you can knock on the door and go in. When she draws the curtains, the red light in the shop window goes out. The red-light district got its name from the red lights in their windows." At some point, his hands stopped on my hair and began to stroke my shoulders and back. I didn't dare move. Every time his hands touched my bare shoulders and arms, I felt a tingling, itchy sensation.

The food arrived, but he ate very little, talking about the red-light districts of the Netherlands, Germany, France, England, Singapore, and Hong Kong… His hands not only stroked my shoulders and arms, but later extended to my thighs.

I ate very little. I listened the whole time without interrupting. My breasts were throbbing with pain. My nipples were struggling to stand erect. My legs were wet, and I felt a downward pull in my lower body. My lower back ached. My muscles tensed in waves.

I don't know how I finished my meal. But he showed no sign of leaving. He brought out coffee and a fruit platter. The lighting dimmed, becoming very soft.

He continued to talk about his experiences abroad. His hand, which had been wandering over my back and bare shoulders, somehow slipped inside my tank top, caressing my smooth back. His other hand kept stroking my thighs and repeatedly slipped inside my shorts. Once, it even touched the edge of my underwear.

I couldn't help but avoid it, and then he stopped going deeper.

Under his caress, my back, shoulders and arms felt numb and itchy from time to time. The thighs were involuntarily tense, especially the thigh muscles, which were extremely tense. The breasts feel swollen and painful, as if they are swollen. Her nipples were sticking up high against her shirt. The panties underneath were even wetter and clung to her pussy.

I knew I should refuse, but I didn't want him to stop. The ambivalence prevented me from taking any action.

Seeing how gentle I was, he couldn't help but increase the range of his movements. He pulled me into his arms.

"I love you." As these three words burst out, his kisses fell like raindrops on my hair, neck, and shoulders. The hand that had been on my thigh began to vigorously rub my lower abdomen. I struggled tentatively for a moment, but under his torrential caresses, I felt utterly powerless and helpless.

My whole body trembled uncontrollably, and a warm current surged up from his forceful rubbing, rushing to my chest. Under the impact of this heat, I involuntarily thrust my chest forward, raising my arms to make my already swollen breasts stand erect, the nipples clearly defined, particularly alluring.

My actions seemed to give him some kind of signal. His hand suddenly slipped under the hem of my tank top, directly rubbing my smooth lower abdomen extensively. A passionate kiss landed on my face, silencing me with a kiss that left me breathless. The hand on my lower abdomen moved more and more vigorously, constantly sweeping across my breasts. Even through my bra, it sent shivers

down my spine. His hand continued to move downwards, slipping inside my waistband and kneading vigorously below my navel, sending waves of heat rushing between my thighs. Under the impact of this heat, I involuntarily arched my back and thrust my legs forward.

My mouth was blocked by his, making it hard to breathe. I felt an electric shock throughout my body. His hands squeezed and kneaded my swollen breasts, waves of increasingly intense pain emanating from them, almost unbearable, yet the pain also brought a strangely pleasurable sensation. The more unbearable the pain, the stronger this pleasurable sensation became. My lower abdomen burned like fire, the heat spreading to my inner thighs. The feeling of my abdomen dropping turned into a sharp, pulling pain that throbbed and twitched in my lower back. I also felt a sensation similar to menstrual cramps.

Under the burning flames, the pain in my lower body seemed to sublimate, bringing waves of pleasure. I gasped for breath, the surging heat making me dizzy; it burned my nerves. I couldn't even perceive what his hands were doing.

My unconscious movements clearly aroused his desire even more intensely. He pressed one leg onto my legs, his whole body pressing down on me. I was under him, in complete darkness. I felt like I was being crushed by him. He pressed down on me, making my whole body feel like it was dislocated. I desperately shook my head to catch my breath under his pressure. There was something hard between his legs, pressing against my lower abdomen and thighs, a painful, aching sensation.

His hand slipped inside my underwear. A sharp pain jolted me awake. His hand below was frantically pulling at my pubic hair. His hand above was exploring inside my bra.

I couldn't help but shiver. All the wonderful sensations vanished instantly. My whole body ached unbearably. Every joint felt twisted and painful. My breasts felt like they were about to burst. My waist felt like it was being pulled by a thousand-pound weight, the pain shooting up and down my spine. The burning sensation in my stomach turned icy cold, searing into my genitals, causing intense menstrual cramps. The unbearable pain brought tears to my eyes.

I struggled desperately beneath him. Only then did I understand what it meant to be a weak woman. Under the weight of his heavy body, my struggles were so helpless. I desperately tried to protect my most private parts. One hand desperately resisted his hand's assault on my breasts, and the other desperately blocked his hand's assault on my vagina. I twisted my body with all my might, not letting his hands reach where he wanted to. I kept pleading, "No, no, don't." Despite my desperate resistance, he seemed oblivious to my changes. His lower body slammed into me violently, again and again. His hard lower body repeatedly thrust into my lower abdomen, thighs, and perineum, causing his entire body to heave wildly on top of me. I felt as if my bones were being broken and crushed by him. With each heavy thrust, a surge of cold air shot up my chest, hitting my throat. I involuntarily opened my mouth slightly, letting out these breaths, and unconsciously moaned, "Ah, ah..." With a few more violent thuds of his erect penis, he finally stopped his violent writhing, his hands ceasing their kneading and squeezing. He slumped down, pinning me firmly beneath him, panting heavily. My whole body felt as if all strength had suddenly left me, finally finding peace after the storm. I lay powerless beneath him, also panting. His erect penis slowly softened.

He finally slowly climbed off me. My whole body felt like it had fallen apart, sore and unable to move. I remained slumped in the booth,

tears streaming silently from my tightly closed eyes. My clothes were disheveled. One bra strap had slipped down; the hem was rolled up high, the bottom edge of my bra barely visible. My shorts had been pulled down, revealing the waistband of my underwear.

My entire abdomen was exposed to the soft light. My navel rose and fell with my sobs. My shorts were rolled up, revealing my two pale thighs. Bruise marks from his pinching were visible on my thighs and stomach. My neck and shoulders burned with pain, and clear, purplish-red teeth marks were imprinted on my snow-white shoulders and slender neck. I had difficulty moving my neck, as if I had a stiff neck.

He gently helped me up, his voice hoarse, repeatedly apologizing, but I didn't hear a word. I just wanted to burst into tears. But even though we were in a booth, people were still coming and going outside, so I dared not cry out loud. I could only sob softly.

He straightened my clothes, gently caressing every inch of my skin, lightly stroking my breasts through my clothes, and my inner thighs and genitals through my pants. I ignored him, still holding my face and crying.

Anyway, he had already touched my whole body. It didn't matter if he touched me again. Fortunately, he didn't directly touch my most private parts. At least he saved my breasts and lower body; his hands couldn't directly touch my private areas. As he caressed me, especially my breasts and perineum, a warm current spread through me, and my tense nerves slowly relaxed.

He handed me a cold coffee. I was so thirsty that I drank it down in one gulp. My emotions gradually calmed down. Still sobbing, I said, "Give me some cold cola too." He drank his cold coffee in one go. Then he brought me more coffee and cola.

Under his gentle caresses and comforting words, I finally stopped crying. He drank several cups of hot drinks before his voice was no longer hoarse. "It's late. Why don't you stay at my place?" he said.

I firmly shook my head and sat away, making it impossible for his hands to reach me. He had no choice but to stop caressing me. "Take me back to my dorm," I said in an unquestionable tone.

He nodded, not daring to say anything more.

I didn't get back to my dorm until late at night. I quickly washed myself and changed my wet underwear.

Lying in bed, I kept thinking about the story he told and what happened that night, constantly rubbing my breasts and lower abdomen. I wanted to relax my swollen chest and sagging belly.

And so, I don't know when, I finally drifted off to sleep.

II. My Modeling Experience

I sorted through the unopened letters. They were love letters filled with sweet words.

I finally found them. Letters from my teacher. But not one, but two. They said he liked me the moment he saw me. He had always secretly loved me. He had traveled all over the world and many places in China. He had seen many beautiful girls. But none of them gave him the feeling he had with me. It said that besides being pretty, I also had a naive and romantic temperament. The signature was "Your Wei." Unfortunately, neither was dated.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" My roommate Ting's question startled me.

I realized I was staring blankly at the letters. Ting took the two letters from my hand.

"Ah, the teacher confessed his love to you!" she exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down," I quickly covered her mouth.

"What should I do?" I asked.

"I think he's better than those young boys. He even has a chance to go abroad," she whispered.

Ting was on the school's modeling team. Tall and with long legs, she was a prime target for boys.

"If it were you, what would you do?" I asked again.

"Not me. Silly girl," she replied dismissively.

"How's it going with that young boss? Tell me, dear sister." Ting is half a year older than me. She always makes me call her "sister." But this is the first time I've called her that. I know there's a young boss pursuing her part-time.

"Someone's here. Let's find a quiet place to talk after dinner," Ting said.

For some inexplicable reason, my period came out of control. It started suddenly, even before it was due, accompanied by waves of abdominal pain. After returning from the school clinic, I lay in bed until dinnertime, finally able to get up.

After dinner, we went to a secluded corner of the campus.

Ting said, "We girls have to rely on men. These boys at school are unreliable. Don't be fooled by how cool girls act now. They're nothing special. Don't date them." "My boyfriend is pursuing me. Look at him, he has no class at all. He just bought a diploma to fool me. If we're talking about exams, he'd be lucky to even graduate from junior high. Do you think I'd be interested in him?" Ting said with utter contempt.

"Then why..." I asked in surprise.

"It's because his family is rich. He's a playboy, good for nothing. His father is a private business owner. A real business owner. He has hundreds of millions in assets." Ting put her arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"I want to be a famous model. I'm educated and speak foreign languages well. The only problem is I don't have money. To be a famous model, you need someone to promote you," Ting said slyly.

I leaned over and nestled into Ting's arms. "Then you..." "That's why I'm dating him. I've been to his house. His father is a lecherous old man. He stared at me the first time he saw me. The old man promised to help me," Ting said proudly.

"How much money did they promise you?" "I've already received 200,000," Ting replied mysteriously.

"They're so generous? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to stay with their son later?" I looked up at Ting.

"They wouldn't be that stupid. Don't let his father's country bumpkin appearance fool you. He's a master at swindling and cheating. Otherwise, how could he have made his fortune?" My stomach started to feel uncomfortable again. I rubbed my stomach while touching Ting's thigh. Ting's legs were so straight, so beautiful.

Ting stared at me and said, "I'll tell you everything. But you absolutely mustn't tell anyone else." "I promise," I said, rubbing my stomach, "If I tell anyone else, may my stomach keep hurting me." "We've already done it." "Ah!" I sat up in shock, looking at Ting in disbelief.

"Really. Not only with the young boss, but also with the old man." Ting lowered her head, avoiding my gaze.

I felt like I didn't recognize Ting anymore, staring blankly at her. "Then...then..." I couldn't even finish a sentence.

Ting pulled me into her arms. "Or, could they give me the money?" Ting's chin rested on my hair. She quietly told her story.

It was a weekend. As soon as school ended on Friday, the young boss picked Ting up in his car and took her home. It was a detached villa in the suburbs. As always, the young boss's whole family—actually, it was just the young boss and his son—warmly welcomed her.

The young boss's housekeeper was a decent cook. Dinner was lavish. After dinner, another friend came over, and the four of them played mahjong. The young boss secretly slipped Ting a handful of bills. The mahjong game went on until late at night. The young boss's friends finally got up to leave. Ting's handful of bills was almost gone.

After seeing the guests off, the old boss looked up at Ting, who was almost a head taller than him, with a fond gaze. His rough hand rested on Ting's bare shoulder, exposed by her tank top. "Lost it all, huh? Never mind, all my winnings are yours." He then put his arm around Ting's shoulder and walked to the mahjong table, pulling a pile of bills in front of him towards Ting.

The young boss also came over, took Ting's money from the old boss, and said, "All my winnings are yours too." He pulled his own bills in front of Ting as well. His eyes, however, remained fixed on Ting's ample bosom.

A pile of banknotes, over 20,000 yuan. Ting's eyes widened. She didn't notice two pairs of wicked eyes that never left her chest.

The young boss's hand slipped inside Ting's tank top, caressing her smooth back.

"Satisfied?" the young boss said with a sly grin. "Dad has another surprise for you." Ting finally snapped out of her daze, ignoring the hand ravaging her tank top, and looked at the smiling old boss.

The old boss handed her a check.

"200,000!" Ting exclaimed.

"I know you want to be a model, he's mentioned it many times," the old boss gestured to the young boss.

"The requirements for models are high these days. Not only do they need to be beautiful and have good figures, but they also need diplomas. You have all of those. We're here to support you. I know my son isn't good enough for you. He's my only son. I promise, once you marry into the family, you'll be in charge. I'll retire. He'll listen to you. If you become a top model, my family will be even richer," the old boss continued. "Here's some money for you to use first. Don't worry about money. Come back for more if you need more. It's getting late, go and rest." Ting was truly overjoyed. She was embraced by the young boss and led into the room.

Ever since Ting first came to the young boss's house, the old boss had prepared a private room with a bathroom for her.

Once in the room, Ting was still excited and didn't notice what the young boss was doing.

The young boss helped Ting to the bedside, his hand already moving from her back to her armpit. He gently touched the outer side of her breast through her bra. Ting involuntarily lay back into his arms. Taking

advantage of the situation, his other hand slipped inside Ting's tank top from the front, placing it on her full breast through the bra. Ting kept her eyes closed, offering no response. The young boss grew bolder. He slipped his hand further inside her bra, directly grasping her full breast.

Ting suddenly snapped back to reality. She struggled slightly. But under the young boss's strong hand, her struggles were futile, only fueling his lust.

He gripped Ting's breast tightly. His other hand slipped from behind her back, ripping off the strap of her tank top. With his force, one strap broke, and the other slipped down to below her shoulders. Her strapless bra was also pulled from her breasts to her stomach. Ting's two full breasts were suddenly exposed naked to the young boss.

A sharp pain shot through her breasts as the young boss gripped and squeezed them forcefully. Ting couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch!" But all resistance was futile.

The thin tank top was easily ripped off by the young boss. Her strapless bra was also easily removed. Ting's upper body was completely exposed. Her high, firm breasts, the budding nipples on them, her flat stomach, her smooth, white virgin skin—everything about her made the young boss lose control.

He pounced on Ting's beautiful body like a wolf. Using both hands and mouth, he wantonly abused Ting's full breasts, pinching and biting. Waves of pain shot through her breasts, causing Ting to convulse and groan in agony. This only fueled the young boss's madness.

He bit into Ting's breasts harder, blood trickling from his lips and down her skin, staining his face and the front of his short-sleeved shirt. His hand slipped inside Ting's loose shorts. Ting, in pain, dared not resist. Her eyes were tightly closed, filled with tears.

He stood up and pulled down Ting's shorts and underwear. Ting's beautiful body lay flat before him. He seemed stunned. So beautiful, so proud. He'd been with countless prostitutes, but never seen such a perfect body.

The room fell silent, save for the boss's excited, heavy breathing and Ting's painful groans. Her still-erect breasts were bruised and swollen, covered in teeth marks. Blood stained a patch, like blooming flowers. Her nipples remained erect, like beautiful buds, stained with blood, as if about to burst open. Her sexy arms, her slender hands, gripped the sheets tightly. Her flat stomach was also stained with blood. Her pubic hair was just the right amount, dark and glossy. Her legs were long and straight, pressed tightly together. Her skin was smooth, reflecting the light with such softness.

The boss's frenzy subsided, and he gently stroked Ting. From her hair to her face, neck, arms, and chest, Ting trembled under his caresses.

One hand rested on her breast, gently stroking the bruises. The other hand slid across her lower abdomen, through the pubic area, and reached between her legs.

Ting's legs clenched helplessly, but couldn't stop the young man's advance.

His fingers touched the most intimate part of her body. It felt like an electric current traveled from her perineum through her entire body, causing Ting to tense up. The pain in her breasts and the spasms in her lower body mingled, creating a strange sensation. Ting instinctively stopped clenching her legs.

The young man's hand moved further down, kneading Ting's labia. Ting involuntarily loosened her legs.

The shopkeeper gently inserted his finger a little, rubbing Ting's clitoris. Ting couldn't help but moan. She spread her legs further. The shopkeeper bent down and licked Ting's vulva. Waves of uncontrollable electric current surged through her, and even the pain in her breasts seemed somewhat pleasant. A gush of love fluid flowed out.

Ting fell into a state of complete unconsciousness. The shopkeeper inserted his middle finger. Unexpectedly, he encountered resistance. The hymen. The shopkeeper was extremely excited. With a forceful push, his middle finger pierced the small hole in the hymen.

"It hurts!" Ting shuddered and groaned in a daze. The shopkeeper quickly withdrew his finger. In a few quick movements, he stripped off his clothes, jumped onto the bed, and lifted Ting's legs. Before Ting could even comprehend what was happening, she felt a stick thrust into her lower body.

"Ah!" With a searing pain in her lower body, Ting screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face. She gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands, her legs involuntarily clenching into fists.

The young boss ignored Ting's cries, continuing his violent thrusts. Ting's cries could only be broken into intermittent "Ah, ah..." Finally, the young boss ended his frenzy, panting heavily as he collapsed beside Ting.

Ting's lower body was incredibly painful; she wanted to wash herself, but her limbs were weak. She could only close her eyes, trying to suppress the pain spreading from her lower body and breasts. Beneath her, there was a wet patch of blood. Ting managed to twist her body to avoid the uncomfortable wetness, but the white semen flowing from her vagina quickly soaked her again.

The young boss began to snore. Ting, in her pain, drifted into a daze. In her dazed state, Ting felt a heavy stone pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her legs were spread wide again. A hard rod was thrust into Ting's injured genitals once more. Another tearing pain in her perineum jolted Ting back to reality.

The young boss climbed on top of Ting, once again pushing his hard penis into her vagina. The stiff penis moved in and out of Ting's injured vagina, like a saw, as if it were sawing open her vagina, bringing waves of stinging pain. The semen that hadn't been washed away had dried and clung to Ting's vagina.

The young boss's vigorous thrusting seemed to rub off this layer of semen along with the vaginal lining, adding a peeling, dry pain to the stinging pain. Sweat poured from Ting's temples and chest, accompanied by pain.

She groaned again, unable to bear it any longer. "Heave-ho!" The boss ignored Ting's painful moans. He let out a low growl, thrusting repeatedly into Ting's vagina. The room filled with the stench of what seemed like fermenting semen flowing from her vagina.

After his second ejaculation, the boss, exhausted, fell asleep. Ting really wanted to wash. But her whole body ached, and she was too lazy to move. Waves of pain throbbed in her lower body. Her breasts also ached in waves. The semen on her body slowly dried, clinging tightly to her skin and inside her vagina, uncomfortably astringent. She was utterly exhausted. She drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

In her drowsy state, a sharp itch ran through her lower body. Ting shifted her body, but the itching intensified, causing her entire body to swell and tighten. Her mind slowly cleared.

Someone was licking her vulva. She thought it was her boss, and with her lower body and breasts still aching, her stomach and hips also felt sore and painful. Even moving was difficult. So she let her vulva be licked until it felt numb.

The tongue moved across Ting's vulva and the cleft of her thighs, occasionally brushing against her anus. Warm currents, like electric shocks, spread throughout her body. It felt incredibly good. Ting couldn't help but moan from the stimulation. Her vagina secreted glistening fluid.

The tongue entered her vagina, licking her clitoris. The stimulation became even more intense. Ting groaned loudly with excitement. Her breasts swelled, erect high, and her nipples stood straight up. Under the intense stimulation of pleasure, Ting involuntarily thrust her chest, stretched her waist, and raised her buttocks. Seeing Ting's strong reaction, the person licking her genitals looked up.

But as soon as Ting saw that face, her excited emotions vanished, and she couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't the young boss, but the old boss. The old boss ignored Ting's astonishment. He climbed onto Ting's body, naked. His old eyes, dim and blurry, gleamed with lust.

"I've had my eye on you for a long time," the old boss said, as he thrust his old, lecherous penis towards Ting's vulva.

"No, no!" Ting struggled, elbowing him. "I'm your son's girlfriend! What are you doing?" "That idiot only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun; he's useless. I sent him away. Don't worry, you can secretly follow me, and everything I own will be yours. Haha. You can still date that little idiot. I won't interfere with you two. You just need to secretly follow me." The old boss said, forcibly pressing his penis against Ting's vulva.

Exhausted from the young boss's antics, Ting struggled a few times, but couldn't resist the old boss's burning desire. Although the old boss was over fifty and short, his long-term agricultural labor made him exceptionally strong and powerful. Ting's resistance was futile. His penis had already penetrated Ting's vagina. It pressed against her labia, striking her clitoris. A sharp, tingling sensation shot through Ting's brain.

Unconsciously, Ting gave up resisting. The boss thrust his hips, and his entire penis plunged into Ting's vagina.

From then on, Ting was caught between two bosses, one big and one small.

III. The First Loss I

heeded Ting's warning and avoided Wei. Until Friday evening after dinner. Wei intercepted me on my way back to the dormitory from the cafeteria. "Guanwen. I've been looking for you. I've finished reading your assignment and made some revisions. Take it back." Actually, I didn't have any assignment with him. Clearly, he was making an excuse to separate me from my classmates and be alone with me.

Out of consideration for my classmates, I had no choice. I had no choice but to tell my classmates, "You guys go back first. Hey, could you take my lunchbox back for me? I'm going to get my homework." I followed behind him, feeling uneasy. Before dinner, a car picked Ting up. Otherwise, Ting would definitely have helped me. I thought of Ting's warning: Never trust men. They'll kick you aside once they're tired of you.

Ting told me this: "The old boss and the young boss want to take me. They made their fortune through swindling and cheating. Do you think they'd let me run the business? They're just using me to deceive and manipulate me. They feed and bribe those officials, giving them gifts and money. They want me to accompany them, saying I'm their son's girlfriend, but they just want to use me to elevate themselves. I also use this opportunity to make friends with those officials and the real big bosses. Anyway, I'm already a fallen woman. I've come to terms with it; I can't rely on anyone but myself. I also go out with their friends. Actually, everyone knows what's going on." Thinking about Ting's words, I secretly made up my mind that this time I would never do that with Wei again.

When I entered Wei's house, he led me to the sofa and sat down next to me. I immediately and alertly sat away, keeping a distance from him so he couldn't reach me.

He smiled awkwardly, stood up, and poured me a Coke. "Are you avoiding me?" I pretended not to understand. "No, why would I avoid you? We're nothing." "Wen, I really can't live without you. Come live with me."

He said, lunging at me. "No," I struggled to break free, "I'm still young. I'm only 20, I don't want to have a boyfriend yet." As I spoke, I shook him off and ran towards the door.

He grabbed me from behind and pulled me into his arms. "But I can't bear to leave you." I struggled desperately in his arms. He was a little annoyed. He suddenly twisted one of my arms hard behind my back. The sharp pain in my shoulder and elbow made half of my body numb.

"I won't let you go," he said viciously. He twisted my arm and shoved me into the bedroom, onto the double bed.

Before I could scream, he pounced on me, pressing me face down on the bed. He pressed my head down hard, shoving my nose and mouth against the mattress. I couldn't scream, I couldn't breathe. After a few struggles, I suffocated. He grabbed my long hair and pulled my head up. Just as I tried to take a deep breath, he shoved a towel into my mouth. Then he pressed me back down, sitting on my waist and forcefully twisting my arms behind my back, binding them tightly with rope. Then he flipped me over, making me lie on my back.

As soon as he flipped me over, I kicked him hard. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my calf and yanked down my shorts, revealing my two white thighs. Before I could react, he ripped off my underwear. My most intimate parts were nakedly exposed to him.

I was still struggling desperately. He used a leather belt to restrain my legs, bending them and tightening it around the back of my neck, suspending my legs around his neck. No

matter how much I struggled, it was futile; a hard object was inserted between my legs. I twisted my body desperately, but I couldn't stop his penis from continuing. He gripped my ankles tightly with both hands, pressing down hard. His fingernails dug deeply into the tender skin of my ankles, sending waves of pain through me.

My knees were pressed tightly against my shoulders and cheeks. It felt like he was going to break my thighs. The pain was incredibly heavy. His heavy body pressed down on me, making it impossible for me to move. He finally penetrated my dry vagina. It felt like rough sandpaper rubbing against the tender inner walls of my vagina; the dry pain sent chills down my spine.

I wanted to scream, but my mouth was gagged, and I couldn't make a sound, only letting out low sobs. He stared wide-eyed, gritted his teeth, and let out a powerful, muffled roar like a wild beast. With another deep, forceful roar, his entire body weight pressed down on my perineum. It felt like a burning stick had been violently thrust into my genitals, and suddenly a sharp pain exploded in my lower body. I felt my vagina being torn apart, ripping from my thighs all the way to my stomach, as if I were being ripped in two.

I couldn't help but scream. But my mouth was gagged, and the scream turned into a muffled gasp. My ears rang, and my head throbbed. Then I knew nothing more.

A cool sensation on my head, and I woke up. My first feeling was an overwhelming pain. My stomach felt like it was being ripped open, excruciatingly painful. It felt like ten thousand steel knives were cutting into my vagina and uterus. My waist felt like it was broken.

I involuntarily clenched my fists. I tried to hold my stomach with my hands, but it seemed I had no hands. I then realized that I was completely naked, utterly exposed. My arms were tightly bound behind my back. The rope tightened from behind my neck to my shoulders and then down to my armpits, binding my upper arms tightly, and my forearms and wrists firmly behind my back.

My entire arm was numb. The rope dug deep into my flesh, forcing me to involuntarily arch my chest. My mouth was still gagged. My inner thighs and perineum were covered in fresh, undried blood. I was covered in cold sweat.

The pain and humiliation made tears stream down my face. He was wiping my cheeks with a cold towel. The cold water had woken me. His grotesque grin was so ugly. I wanted to slap him hard. But my hands wouldn't move. I felt nauseous. But my mouth was gagged, and I couldn't vomit. My throat was parched.

He had taken me; I was his. This thought sent a chill down my spine. I had imagined countless times giving myself to my beloved prince charming for the first time. But I never imagined it would be like this—my first time being raped.

"You're finally awake." His icy hands roamed freely over my body.

I closed my eyes in shame, letting large tears stream down my face. I clenched my teeth, furrowed my brow, and endured the unbearable pain emanating from my lower body.

His cold hand touched my stomach, intensifying the pain in my lower body. The aches in my back and the pain in my genitals merged into one. My whole body involuntarily convulsed. He seemed to sense my pain, triumphantly withdrawing his hand and slapping my white buttocks twice, leaving two bright red handprints. Then he removed the towel from my mouth.

"Water," I said weakly.

He helped me sit up and fed me water directly from the teapot.

"I made ginger and brown sugar water with cola. I prepared it for you. Drink as much as you can while it's hot." The hot ginger, brown sugar, and cola dispelled the chill throughout my body. The pain in my stomach lessened somewhat. The pain in my back and genitals separated again. Hot sweat broke out, washing away the cold sweat. My aching, numb arms felt even worse.

"Untie me." I closed my eyes again. I didn't want to see my naked body and his cruel face.

He didn't answer me, nor did he untie me. Instead, he reached for my breasts and slowly began to knead them. Tears streamed down my face again from the corners of my tightly closed, humiliated eyes.

I remained motionless, letting him knead me. His kneading speed gradually increased. My breasts slowly heated up, swelled, and my nipples proudly stood erect.

I couldn't help but thrust my chest out again. His speed increased even further. The warm current from my breasts flowed downwards, impacting my waist and hips. The soreness was still there, but it wasn't the broken feeling anymore. The heat swirled in my stomach, churning and pounding in my lower abdomen. The pain in my lower body lessened considerably.

I could clearly feel that my uterus was still in place, and my vagina hadn't been torn open. The sharpest pain came from my vagina. The warmth from my breasts also rushed to my bound arms. My arms felt a little warm too. As the warmth spread, the pain in my arms became more and more pronounced.

Seeing that I didn't resist or react, he leaned closer, pressing his warm lips against my breasts.

He licked my breasts with his tongue, and waves of electric shock-like sensations radiated from my breasts throughout my body. The current rushed to my waist, tearing open the net of pain covering my lower back, turning the aches into a network of throbbing pain. The current rushed to my uterus, striking it again and again, and my uterus seemed to slowly come alive. An electric current surged into my vagina, striking my injured hymen repeatedly, creating a tingling sensation. The current struck my tightly bound arms, and the blood in them seemed to slowly regain its flow.

His tongue licked my nipples, causing them to erect and swell. Like being struck by a powerful electric shock, the intense stimulation instantly traveled to every nerve ending in my body. I couldn't help but tremble all over. I involuntarily moaned. The intense stimulation temporarily suppressed the pain throughout my body.

While he frantically licked my nipples, one hand reached towards my vulva.

"No!" I twisted my body. But he disregarded me and spread my legs. Once again, he aimed his penis at my vagina. Another wave of pain. His penis thrust into my vagina again.

"Gently, gently," I pleaded in pain.

He thrust in and out, each thrust deeper than the last. I felt a sharp pain in my lower body with each thrust, as if my stomach was being sawed open, deeper and deeper, splitting in two.

I groaned in pain, begging him to "Gently, gently." But he didn't go easy on me; instead, he became more and more forceful. One hand pressed down on my shoulder, making me feel numb and tingling, while the other hand played with my breasts. The stimulation and pain intertwined, making me gasp for breath.

Finally, his penis throbbed violently a few times inside my vagina. A surge of fluid rushed deep into my vagina. His penis slowly softened. He pulled out, the exhausted end resting beside me.

As the heat subsided, a splitting pain shot through my lower body. My hips and waist ached. I wanted to wash, but my hips and legs wouldn't obey me. My struggles startled him, and he pressed himself against me again, kissing me from head to toe. He kissed my face, neck, shoulders, and then kissed my high, firm breasts for a long time, smacking his lips repeatedly.

"Untie me," I demanded as he kissed my stomach. He untied the ropes binding my arms. I stretched my numb arms and struggled to sit up.

He quickly helped me up, half-carrying, half-dragging me unsteadily into the bathroom. I couldn't stand anymore. I had to hold onto the wall while he pulled over a plastic chair. He helped me sit on the chair and helped me wash my lower body. He gushed out streams of blood and semen.

I had a low-grade fever for several days. My vaginal inflammation also persisted for several days.

IV. The Nightmare Descends

It was another Friday. I had no classes in the afternoon. Wei invited me to his house again.

As soon as I entered, he eagerly pulled me into his arms. With one hand, he began to strip off my clothes, while leading me towards the bedroom. I numbly leaned against him, letting him strip my clothes off.

Once in the bedroom, my upper body was completely naked. He pushed me down onto the bed, pulled off my skirt and underwear, and pounced on me like a wolf. He forcefully thrust his hard penis into my vagina. A dry, painful sensation quickly spread. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, furrowed my brow, and endured the pain and nausea. I didn't utter a sound.

He thrust into me with "heavy, heavy" movements. His burning hot penis slammed into the depths of my vagina again and again. Each thrust was deeper than the last. As he went deeper, the astringent pain in my vagina gradually disappeared, replaced by an indescribable frictional pleasure. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, biting my lip, and continued to endure his thrusts.

With each vigorous thrust, his penis grew thicker and longer. I felt my vagina being stretched to its limit. Finally, his penis stopped at the deepest part of my vagina, his pubic bone pressing tightly against my vulva. It was digging into my pelvis, causing a sharp pain.

Deep inside my vagina, his penis throbbed violently a few times. A gush of fluid spurted out, hitting my uterus. He let out a long breath. His penis quickly went limp and withdrew. Exhausted, he slumped down beside me, panting heavily.

A dull pain shot through my vagina, and my lower abdomen throbbed with it. I quickly rubbed my lower abdomen with my hand as I got up. I went to the bathroom, squatted down, and rinsed my genitals with hot water. As the hot water washed over me, streams of white semen were washed out.

I don't know when he arrived at the bathroom door, but he was leaning against the doorframe. "Wen, I don't want to work at the school anymore. I want to start a company. I want you to live a better life, like a princess." "Start a company?" I continued rinsing my genitals, turning my head to look at him.

"Yes. There's an opportunity now. Two of my classmates from when I was studying in Japan are here. They want to invest in China and invited me to participate. They're offering me 15% of the technology shares. I'll be responsible for management in China. I've calculated it; the salary is 200,000 yen per month, which is over 20,000 yuan. Adding the dividends from the technology shares, it should amount to at least 400,000 or 500,000 yuan a year." "Really!" I'm already his. Although I dislike him, I still hope he can succeed. Besides, such a high income is indeed too tempting. My efforts have finally paid off.

"I'll treat them to dinner tonight. One of their business partners from the south is also there. Let's go together. You can get to know them. They might be able to help me out later. After you graduate, you won't have to worry about finding a job." "That's great!" For the first time since we started dating, I was genuinely happy. It's so hard for female college students to find jobs; I was terrified of the embarrassment of not being able to find one.

In a high-end business district lined with upscale hotels and foreign companies, we arrived at a five-star apartment. We knocked on his Japanese classmate's door. As soon as we entered, they hugged each other warmly. They rattled off a string of Japanese, which I couldn't understand a word of. I guessed they were just exchanging pleasantries. Looking at his two Japanese classmates, I couldn't help but laugh—one was a big fat guy, the other a skinny one. The fat guy's head looked like a pig's; the skinny guy's head looked like a rat's.

Wei pulled me aside and introduced me to his classmates in Japanese. His classmates gave me a thumbs-up and then showered Wei with compliments. Wei smiled at me and said, "They're praising how pretty you are." "Pretty, pretty. A beautiful girl," the chubby Japanese man said to me in broken Chinese, extending his right hand. I quickly offered my hand. But to my surprise, after grasping my hand, he suddenly pulled me into his arms and planted a hard kiss on my cheek. I blushed and struggled to pull away. The chubby Japanese man burst into laughter. I glanced at Wei. Wei wasn't angry and laughed along with the chubby Japanese man. I remembered

foreign customs I'd seen on TV and figured it must be their way of expressing affection.

The skinny Japanese man also came over, shook my hand, and kissed me on the cheek.

The Japanese men led us into their room.

Wow, what a huge living room! It's over 80 square meters, resplendent in gold. Seeing my astonished look, the chubby Japanese man showed us their other rooms. Two large bedrooms, each with a large double bed. Each bedroom had a large bathroom. There was also a study and a large kitchen. The storage room was even bigger than Wei's room.

"Do you like it?" Wei whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

"I'll definitely buy you one someday," he said earnestly. I looked at him, and for the first time, I thought he was quite cute.

We went back to the living room and sat down on the large sofa. The chubby Japanese man started babbling again. Wei told me we'd eat there. The South Koreans had gone to order food; the hotel would deliver it soon.

They were talking in Japanese, which I couldn't understand. Seeing them all looking at me, I guessed they were talking about me. Whenever this happened, I would politely smile at them.

As the door opened, the people from the south entered with the hotel staff. They set out the food.

At the invitation of the fat Japanese man, we went to the dining table. It turned out to be a Japanese-style low table. The Japanese and the people from the south knelt around the table, and Wei knelt too. I followed suit. But my sundress couldn't cover my legs, and my cleavage was faintly visible.

"This is Japanese sake, it's not strong, a little won't hurt," Wei told me, picking up his small sake cup. Then he spoke a string of Japanese to everyone. The people from the south then said "Cheers" in broken Chinese. Wei pulled me into his arms and spoke another string of Japanese to everyone. The three men nodded repeatedly. Then, Wei told me, "I told them you're the prettiest girl in our school. The boys all like to dance with you." "Ha, pretty, dance!" The fat Japanese man stood up and extended his hand to me.

"He invited you to dance," Wei told me.

"I..." I hesitated.

"Pretty, dance; dance, pretty," the fat Japanese man urged again.

"Go ahead. They like to dance while they eat, and sometimes they even sing. It's okay," Wei comforted me.

Accompanied by music, the fat Japanese man pulled me into his arms. The others sang Japanese songs, "Ah-la-ooh, ai-a-o." Compared to him, I looked so thin. He held me tightly. His large breasts lifted my breasts, making my cleavage even more alluring. Because he was holding me so tightly, I was sweating a little after the dance.

Before I could kneel down, the fat Japanese man raised a glass of wine: "Great, cheers." I quickly waved my hand and said, "I can't drink anymore." "Great, cheers!" To my surprise, the fat Japanese man said this while suddenly pulling me into his arms and forcing the wine down my throat. I quickly shut my mouth and shook my head to avoid it. The wine didn't get into my mouth but spilled on my neck and chest. I struggled to break free from his embrace. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I quickly knelt down next to Wei.

The fat Japanese man laughed triumphantly. Everyone else laughed along. Wei laughed as he wiped the wine off me. The wetness from the alcohol on my sundress clearly outlined my breasts, making them appear translucent and revealing my bra.

"Don't mind him, he's just that kind of person, not bothered by details," Wei explained.

At that moment, the usually quiet, skinny Japanese man stood up and invited me to dance. Wei patted my shoulder, "Go ahead," the skinny Japanese man said politely. After the dance, he toasted me with a drink, letting me only sip a little.

I barely ate anything, spending the whole time dancing with them. Until we were almost finished eating, they were looking at me and chattering away. Wei told me they were discussing who would dance with me for the last song. In the end, without Shui's knowledge, they decided by rock-paper-scissors. Unfortunately, the last song was with the fat Japanese man again.

I was quite afraid of the fat Japanese man and disliked him. Although other people would take advantage of me while dancing, pinching my back until it was covered in bruises, he was too rude and ill-mannered, always making vulgar gestures. During one song, he deliberately thrust his crotch towards me, making everyone laugh. His hands were extremely inappropriate, not only groping my back but also pinching my buttocks. Thankfully, this was the last song.

He hugged me tightly again, his large belly pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. He even tried to lift my skirt. What I didn't expect was that as the dance ended and I was about to push him away, his hand suddenly grabbed my breast.

Caught off guard, he firmly grabbed my left breast.

My pent-up anger exploded, and I slapped him across the face without thinking.

He yelled, grabbed me, and threw me onto the carpet, then pounced on me. Another scream followed. The skinny Japanese man and the man from the south also pounced, pinning me to the ground and quickly ripping off my sundress.

I struggled desperately, but the three men, like wolves, held me tightly, unhooking my bra and pulling down my panties.

I twisted and screamed, biting. They held me down, then conspired amongst themselves for a while. Finally, they shoved a gag into my mouth and secured it tightly behind my head with the strap. They pressed me face down on the ground, twisted my arms behind my back, and tied me up tightly with rope.

As soon as they loosened their grip, I rolled over, lay on my back, and kicked my legs frantically. The three of them pounced on me again, lifted my legs and pressed them against their chests. They tied my ankles and thighs tightly with rope.

When they released me again, my mouth was gagged, and my arms were bound behind my back. My calves were bent backward from the knees and tightly bound to my thighs. Like a person without arms or calves. I lay naked and helpless on the carpet, unable to move. Only then did I realize that Wei was gone. A terrible thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "Wei betrayed me!" The three lecherous men, looking at my painful naked body, shouted excitedly, their crotches bulging high. My heart tightened. They must be discussing how to torment me. I helplessly closed my eyes, letting large tears fall. This was my last and most desperate measure in this series of misfortunes.

A hand pressed against my breast, then twisted my nipple violently. I screamed in pain, but because of the gag, only low whimpers escaped my lips. My suffering elicited laughter from the three lecherous men. Several hands simultaneously reached for my naked body. Some slapped my lower abdomen hard, some squeezed my breasts, and some even inserted ropes into my genitals.

In particular, one of them, I don't know which one, inserted his hand deep into my vagina, hooked it around my pelvis, and pulled it upwards with force, causing me to gasp in pain. Then, I don't know which one, bit me hard on the thigh. I trembled all over from the torment.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar breath. It was Wei; he hadn't abandoned me! I opened my eyes. Sure enough, besides the three wolves kneeling around me, there was Wei. I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would save me. I was his fiancée, whom he had pursued for so long. But I was wrong. He looked away from me guiltily and awkwardly. My heart sank. I remembered Ting's warning: "Men are all bad! Never trust a man!" I understood everything. Wei had betrayed me. I was now a lamb to the slaughter.

I glared at them fiercely. But they ignored me completely. The fat Japanese man slapped my thigh hard on the bite mark, yelled "Ah!" and pounced on my chest, biting down hard on my breast. I trembled with pain, involuntarily arching my back, closing my eyes again, tears streaming down my face. The screams of unbearable pain, gagged, turned into muffled groans.

Suddenly, another sharp pain shot through my thigh. It turned out that while the fat Japanese man was frantically tearing at my breasts, the man from the southern country was also biting hard on my thigh. The thin Japanese man also took the opportunity to bite my stomach.

The fat Japanese man lifted his head from my breasts, his mouth full of blood. "Mishi mishi fragrant meat," he smugly shook his head. The thin Japanese man also raised his head. The fat Japanese man pointed at his large, laughing head and waving his hands. The man from the southern country not only bit fiercely but also tore at my leg with all his might, refusing to let go, as if determined to tear a chunk of flesh from my leg. When he finally finished tearing and lifted his head, his mouth was also covered in blood.

The fat Japanese man grabbed my head and pointed at the skinny Japanese man, blabbering incoherently. The South Korean man, who could speak a little Chinese, chuckled and also pointed at the skinny Japanese man, saying, "His is no good, the fragrant Mishi Mishi is no good." He then pointed to the fat Japanese man and the blood on his own mouth.

The skinny Japanese man, his eyes red, lunged at my other breast again and bit down hard. I cried out in pain once more, desperately trying to arch my chest to ease the pain. He bit down hard and chewed vigorously. I was almost fainting from the pain. He finally looked up, his mouth full of blood, which had also stained his shirt.

The three wolves looked at each other and laughed maniacally. They raised their glasses, toasted, and drank in one gulp. Their mouths were still stained with blood. The fat Japanese man blabbered incoherently at Wei again. Wei shook his head and waved his hand awkwardly. The man from the south lifted my head, pointed at Wei, and asked, "His, is it often Mi Xi Xiang Xiang?" He then pinched my breast hard again. The wolf-like men burst into another round of maniacal laughter. I, on the other hand, was in so much pain that tears streamed down my face, and my whole body trembled. Wei

gently stroked the wound on my breast and said guiltily, "I didn't have time to tell you... According to Japanese custom, to show the sincerity of our cooperation, whoever treats the guests must offer their woman to their partner. Today it's my treat, so I have to trouble you. I'm sorry to have made you suffer. For my sake, please help me. I will definitely repay you in the future, I will definitely treat you well. For my career, and for our future life, please bear with it. Ah!" He betrayed me. I turned my head away angrily. Tears streamed uncontrollably from my tightly closed eyes.

"Haha!" A burst of wild laughter forced me to open my eyes. The fat Japanese man stood naked before me, his erect penis throbbing. The other two men were also naked, their erect penises staring at me with lewd grins.

They untied the ropes binding my legs. I didn't want to resist anymore. The key was, I couldn't resist. My legs were numb and aching from being bound, completely unresponsive. As the ropes were removed, blood flowed through my legs again, and I slowly regained some feeling.

But the fat Japanese man, impatient, lifted my legs and thrust his penis forcefully into my genitals. Amidst the aching pain, his penis filled my lower body completely.

He excitedly shook his head, loudly singing Japanese songs with each powerful thrust, "Ah-hoo-oh!"

The thin Japanese man knelt to my left, singing Japanese songs. At the same time, he held chopsticks in his right hand and extended his left palm, alternating them in rhythm, tapping the chopsticks against my injured left breast again and again, while his palm slapped my flat stomach again and again.

The South Korean man knelt opposite him, also holding chopsticks in his right hand and extending his left palm, alternating them in rhythm. The chopsticks tapped against my flat stomach again and again, while his palm slapped my injured right breast again and again.

As the fat Japanese man thrust wildly, my breasts and lower abdomen were covered in red welts from being slapped with chopsticks, and crisscrossed handprints from being slapped.

The fat Japanese man thrust violently. I couldn't describe the feeling anymore. I only felt something hard ramming inside my vagina, my perineum being stretched open. Pain surged continuously from my breasts and stomach. I could only whimper in agony, "Ah, ah..." Wei was also naked. He knelt above my head. The torment he inflicted on me aroused his desire. His penis was also erect. He pressed his hard penis against my forehead. Hot, sticky fluid dripped from his penis onto my forehead from time to time.

The fat Japanese man's penis throbbed wildly deep inside my vagina, forcefully ejaculating semen onto my cervix. His penis quickly went limp, sliding out with drops of semen.

Before the swelling in my perineum subsided, the thin Japanese man thrust his penis in again. I don't know if it was because my vagina had already been attacked once, or if the thin Japanese man's penis was just thinner. I felt the thin Japanese man's penis was thinner than the fat Japanese man's, not as swollen.

But it was longer than the fat Japanese man's. Thrust deeper and deeper into my vagina, again and again. Finally, it seemed to hit my cervix, each thrust painfully.

The thin Japanese man finished ejaculating. My vagina was now full of semen, continuously flowing down the vaginal opening. But the man from the south ignored all of this and immediately thrust his penis into my vagina. After two consecutive violent rapes, my vagina had begun to go numb. His thrusting made a "squeak, squeak" sound. The semen inside my vagina kept overflowing under his forceful squeezing.

Finally, it was Wei's turn. The torment he had inflicted on me had long since made him unable to restrain himself. Ignoring the semen filling my vagina, he also thrust his penis into it. This was the second time he had inserted his penis into my vagina that day. Perhaps he still felt a little guilty, because his thrusting movements were slow, but also very powerful. The other three men remained naked, kneeling by the table, drinking and smoking, watching Wei release his pent-up desire on me.

I don't know how much time passed before Wei let out a long breath and pulled his limp penis out of my body.

"Let's wash up," Wei said, trying to help me stand up, but my lower body felt like it wasn't mine anymore; I couldn't stand up. There was nothing he could do. Wei had to pick me up. In the bathroom, he put me in a large bathtub and filled it with hot water. He untied me and removed the gag. I could finally cry. I burst into tears. Wei quickly dried me off while constantly comforting and soothing me.

"Wei, Wei," someone called from outside.

Wei hurriedly put down a bottle of liquor and several cans of Red Bull. He said, "They want me to play cards. Quickly wash your wounds with the liquor, wash down there. Drink more Red Bull to strengthen your body. According to the rules, whoever wins will come to you later. Tonight, no matter who wins, all the money is yours. Hurry up and wash, rest a bit. Okay?" After saying that, he left me, who was crying, and quickly went out.

In the hot water, my arm gradually regained feeling. Other parts of my body seemed to slowly return to me. My whole body was covered with bruises, purple marks, and red marks. Deep teeth marks were embedded in the flesh on my breasts, and dried blood clots clung to my white skin. There were also deep teeth marks embedded in the flesh on my thighs. The rope had left deep grooves on my arm, the edges still red and slightly swollen, the bottom of which was already a dark purple. My perineum was red and swollen.

I drank a can of Red Bull first. I felt a little stronger. Then I gently washed the wound with sake. The alcohol stung the wound, but it was much more comfortable than the violent torture. I washed my swollen perineum with sake again, flushing out the filthy semen from my vagina. Then I drank another can of Red Bull. My throat felt a little better. I turned on the shower, letting the hot water pour over my head, lying in the hot water, closing my eyes, enjoying this moment of tranquility, and entering a state of semi-sleep.

V.

This tranquility didn't last long. A commotion erupted outside, and the South Koreans rushed in naked. They ruthlessly pulled me, soaking wet, from the water. They stormed into the bedroom, threw me onto the double bed, and then jumped on top of me. They forcefully spread my legs and thrust their hard penis into my swollen vagina,

pumping wildly. The excruciating pain erupted again in my perineum. I had no strength to resist; I could only bite my lip, close my eyes tightly, and endure the waves of pain from his hard penis pounding against my swollen vulva. A low, painful "ooh, ooh" came from my throat.

The skinny Japanese man came in, also naked. He placed a small wine cup on the bedside table. He leered at me, gave my breast a hard pinch, and left.

The South Korean man's penis throbbed a few times inside my vagina, ejaculating. Then it went limp. He pulled out his penis, lifted one of my legs, and poured the wine from the cup into my vagina. Then he inserted the cup into my vagina as well, blocking the wine inside. As

soon as he left, Wei came in. He told me that the South Korean man had won this round. According to the rules, after he finished with me, he had to pour wine into my vagina and then block it with the cup to prevent the wine from flowing out. This continued until the next winner.

My vulva swelled even more, burning with pain. With the wine cup inside, my legs were completely blocked. My back ached as if it were about to break. My lower body felt incredibly distant, only the endless pain connecting me to it. The wine felt cool inside, but then it seemed to ignite, a warm sensation in my lower abdomen resisting the swollen, burning pain. I wanted to wash, but I couldn't stand up; I didn't even have the strength to lift my upper body. I could only lie on my back, stretching out my limbs, trying to sleep through the pain.

Then there was another commotion outside. The man from the South had won again. He rushed in, pulled the wine cup out of my vagina, and grabbed his own penis, thrusting it into my vagina. Perhaps due to the continuous release of his lust, his penis wasn't hard enough to penetrate.

He rubbed and stroked, but it still wouldn't get hard. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his penis. I was disgusted. With my last bit of strength, I flung my hand away from his penis.

In the process, my hand brushed against his penis. He became enraged. He grabbed my arm and twisted it violently, the pain making my shoulder and elbow feel like they were dislocated. At the same time, he bit down hard on my upper arm below my shoulder blade, chewing incessantly.

I screamed in pain, but I no longer had the strength to shout, only weak moans of "Ah, ah ah." Large beads of cold sweat poured from my temples and chest. When his penis became erect, my arm felt as if he had twisted and broken it, the flesh almost torn apart. My arm felt like it wasn't mine anymore. Only the pain remained.

He grabbed my legs and thrust his penis into my vagina again. With each powerful thrust, my vulva swelled even more. Each thrust sent sharp pains through my vagina. When he finished and withdrew his penis, he shouted with joy. His penis was streaked with blood. My vagina, worn from the relentless grinding, was chafed and bleeding.

He ran out shouting, then returned with other men. He pointed to his own penis and my vagina, yelling excitedly. He pulled up one of my legs again, poured alcohol into my vagina, and then stuffed it into the glass. The other men watched with great interest, constantly slapping my swollen vulva.

I felt completely weak, lying on the bed like a dead person, unable to move. There was only endless pain, numbness, and agony.

Wei lifted my head, fed me a glass of sake, and then a can of Red Bull.

Next, the skinny Japanese man won two rounds in a row. His penis was particularly long, making my stomach churn unbearably. His two acts of torture brought out a lot of blood. Although Wei poured sake and Red Bull into my vagina each time, my brain remained blank, and I was in a semi-conscious state. Only endless pain accompanied me.

The skinny Japanese man won again. But with the continuous ejaculation, his penis hung limply between his legs. To stimulate his penis to become erect, he squeezed and pinched my bruised breasts hard.

I had no strength left to move, not even the strength to cry. I could only bite my lip, close my eyes tightly, and endure his ravages, letting the tears flow incessantly.

But his penis remained limp. The other men kept mocking him. He angrily pulled out his belt and violently lashed my naked body again and again. The belt slapped "slap, slap" onto my thighs, stomach, breasts, and arms.

Each lash left a raised, reddish-purple ridge on my white skin. He beat me until I could barely breathe.

I could no longer cry, nor could I scream. Even tears wouldn't flow. Only weak moans escaped from deep within my throat: "Ah, ah..." The uneven, crisscrossing ridges of the belt whipped my body. His penis barely managed to stand up.

He threw away the belt, jumped onto the bed, and lifted my legs. But his limp penis still couldn't penetrate my swollen vagina. This drew more laughter from the crowd. He jumped down in a rage, found the wallet from the apartment description, jumped back onto the bed, and straddled me. He slammed the wallet heavily onto my chest, opened it, and took out a sewing board. He threw the wallet far away again.

He pulled a sewing needle from the sewing board, pinched my breast, and plunged it hard into my nipple. I screamed in agony, the sound coming from nowhere, chilling me to the bone.

I broke out in a cold sweat. He wasn't finished. He pulled out another needle, pinched my other breast, and slowly pierced it into my nipple. The excruciating pain made me tremble all over, gasping for breath. Cold sweat poured down my body. The sheets beneath me were soaked.

The intense stimulation finally made his penis erect. He spread my legs and laboriously inserted his penis. Two needles were still gleaming in my nipples.

However, after only a few thrusts, his penis slowly went soft again. He angrily pinched the protruding half of the needle handle from my nipple and stirred it violently, causing my breasts to throb with excruciating pain. The intense pain in my breasts quickly spread, pulling at my armpits and pulling at my back. The pain radiated downwards in pulsations. The pain was so intense that I felt my limbs leaving me. My consciousness drifted away, leaving only the excruciating pain shrouding me in darkness.

His penis became erect again inside me. While stirring the steel needle in my breasts, he gritted his teeth and thrust his penis in and out with ferocious force. I was in excruciating pain. When he pulled out, I felt as if I knew nothing more.

Wei used alcohol to wake me up. Intense pain enveloped me. My body felt like it wasn't mine anymore; I couldn't move at all. Blood mixed with semen flowed continuously from my vagina. Several towels had already been changed and were piled up on the floor. Blood and semen stained the towels red and yellow. My perineum was swollen, spreading my legs wide apart.

Wei tried to remove the needle from my nipple. But the moment his hand touched it, a piercing pain shot through every nerve in my body. The pain made me convulse. I managed to utter a weak sound, "No, no," while shaking my head weakly. Only my neck could still move. It was

already late at night. The card game continued. Fat Japan won. He'd probably been holding back for too long; his penis was thick and large. When he thrust into me, it felt like he was going to tear my vagina apart. He thrust powerfully again and again, and before one wave of pain had subsided, another would violently strike. He lasted a particularly long time. Wave after wave of pain merged into one. My mind was hazy, numb, and I couldn't feel my limbs anymore. My whole body was filled with pain, and I couldn't distinguish any parts of my body.

Then I was sobered up by the alcohol; I was still alive. It was Wei's turn. Even though he carefully inserted his penis into my vagina, I was still trembling with pain. He didn't pay much attention to my pain. He just kept thrusting into me, releasing his pent-up desire. I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry anymore, my tears had dried up. My body couldn't move. Only the pain told me I was still alive. But my heart was bleeding.

He finished ejaculating. He pulled out his penis. He helped me up, supporting my head so I could see myself. My perineum. It was frighteningly swollen, my labia turned outwards. My entire vulva looked like a large, ripe, red peach. The skin was stretched and shiny, and in several places it had peeled off, revealing the tender red flesh inside. There were also many places inside my vagina where the skin had peeled off. A piece of tender skin, washed out by blood, still clung to the vaginal opening. Blood kept flowing from my vagina, carrying with it whitish semen.

My once beautiful body, which I was proud of, that girls envied, and that boys drooled over, is now a mess. Blue, purple, black, and red wounds have swollen open, forming a crisscrossing network of grooves and mounds. My breasts are much larger, the tender flesh inside the deep wounds turned outwards, some already whitish. My nipples are swollen and large, more than twice their normal size. The needles on my nipples reflect a pale light.

"I didn't want to penetrate you anymore. But they said that a swollen vagina is especially tight, sometimes even tighter than a virgin's. But it's not as astringent as a virgin's, making it especially pleasurable. In Japan, they sometimes deliberately swell up a woman's genitals with a leather belt before playing with her. So I couldn't resist trying it myself. It really is incredibly enjoyable." I hated him.

Another round, and Wei won again. But his penis couldn't get hard anymore. He couldn't penetrate me even after several attempts. He didn't force me anymore. He gave me Red Bull and two small cookies. I didn't have the strength to swallow anymore, so Wei used sake to help me wash the cookies down.

Wei told me that the skinny Japanese man and the southerner had exhausted themselves by taking advantage of me. He downed bottle after bottle of sake, finally passing out.

Only the fat Japanese man was still not satisfied. Wei Gang had just finished feeding me when he came in. Holding the bottle, he drunkenly shouted, "Beautiful, beautiful!" His penis was erect. He spread my legs and forcefully thrust his penis inside, pumping wildly. Another wave of excruciating pain exploded in my lower body. He kept fiddling with the needles in my nipples, or flicking them with his fingers, and even worse, he hit the needles hard on my nipples with the bottle, making me feel like I was dying. His penis went soft and hard again inside my vagina. I was in unbearable pain beneath him.

The fat Japanese man finished the sake in the bottle, threw it away, and thrust wildly into my vagina with all his might. Finally, he ejaculated. His penis slid out limply.

But he wasn't finished. He climbed all over me, pressing down so hard I could hardly breathe. He pulled the needle out of one of my nipples. With a piercing pain, blood welled up from my nipple. He bit down on my nipple and sucked hard, making me feel cold all over, the pain excruciating. He couldn't suck any more blood from one nipple. He pulled the needle out of the other nipple and desperately sucked on it. The pain was unbearable. My greatest wish was to die immediately, to escape the unbearable agony.

The fat Japanese man drank his fill of my breast milk. His penis became erect again. He lifted my legs and inserted his penis into my swollen, unrecognizable vulva once more. The indescribable pain made me faint again.

The fat Japanese man had vented his frustrations on me, even plunging the bottle deep into my vagina before staggering out, drunk. By then, it was already dawn.

Only then did Wei appear, like a ghost, seemingly out of nowhere. He woke me up, removed the bottle from my lower body, and then used alcohol to wash my entire body, paying special attention to cleaning the mess from my genitals. He changed the blanket beneath me, putting a dry one on top and covering me with another blanket.

I was no longer aware of my body's existence; besides the unbearable pain, I felt as if I were in an ice cave, chilled to the bone, or as if I were being steamed and roasted over a fire. I developed a high fever.

"You're burning hot. Go get some sleep." Wei said, then drew the curtains and left.

In the darkness, I succumbed to the torment of pain, cold, and being steamed in my unconscious state.

VI. Postscript

I lay in bed for several days before I could get up. I couldn't lift either arm for over a week. It took over a month for one hand to be able to clench and hold things. My lower body bled intermittently for several months before my menstruation returned to normal. The wounds on my body took more than half a year to heal.

Even now, almost two years later, if you look closely under my pale skin, you can still see bluish marks. Others just think they are blood vessels under the skin. Only I know that they are the deep-seated hatred left by the wolf.

With the help of a senior female student and her friend, I broke free from Wei's entanglement and ended things with him completely. He resigned from the school and started some kind of company in some industrial park with Japanese and South Koreans. Who knows how many more innocent Chinese girls will be ruined by them? The school also took back the apartment allocated to him and gave it to other young teachers.

I still kept receiving love letters and declarations of love. But I never opened one, nor kept one. As soon as I received one, I burned it immediately.

[The End]

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