winter snow

This is my first time writing, so please feel free to offer your guidance. Because this piece references many Japanese articles, it has a somewhat Japanese feel; please forgive me. If you have any criticisms or suggestions, please let me know. Thank you!

This story is planned to be divided into three chapters:

Chapter 1: The Secret of the Snow Woman [Part 1] [Part 2] Chapter 2: Memories of the Past [Part 1] [Part 2] Chapter 3: The End [Part 1] [Part 2] **********************************************************************

Winter Snow (Chapter 1) The Secret of the Snow Woman [Part 1]

The legendary Snow Woman…is incomparably beautiful, yet as cold as ice. Deep within her heart lies a secret unknown to all. No matter how close one is, it must never be known; those who do know will only meet one end—death.

Is this a tragic legend, or will it become a story that happens to people around us? I don't know, do you? She had snow-white skin and

an

unusually delicate nose, making her features very striking. She gave the impression of an ice sculpture, seemingly transparent yet ethereal, like looking at mist.

She sat at the back of the classroom, her jewel-like eyes fixed on the playground.

"Ding! Ding! Ding-ding!!" The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Snow Woman! Snow Woman! Do you want to go home together?" A boy who secretly admired her called softly. He was an innocent boy, his eyes filled with hope, hoping she would agree.

"Sorry! I need to go to the library to study because I have final exams," she replied gently.

The boy seemed to have expected this answer: "Okay! We can do it another day."

She was sitting in the library. It was already 6:30 PM. She had been there for two hours when the librarian announced that students should prepare to leave; the library's opening hours were almost over.

She sighed softly, packed her things, and walked out of the library. She wanted to shout, "I don't want to go home! I don't want to go home! The home I had five years ago is gone!" But she couldn't shout it out.

That was her secret, who could she confide in? Humans are so lonely, and language is so inadequate. Who could express the secrets and feelings in words, allowing someone else to feel exactly what you feel? She felt like she was about to collapse. And then…

“Snow Woman! Snow Woman! Aren’t you going home yet?” A cheerful, energetic voice rang out from behind her. She recognized the voice; it was her classmate, “Hikari.”

Hikari was quite tall, about 178-180 centimeters, with big eyes, thick eyebrows, and a handsome smile. He was the idol of the female students. Hikari played soccer every day, so he always went home at this time.

"Want to grab something to eat? I just finished practice, I'm so hungry!" Nikko sincerely invited.

Yuki-onna softly replied, "Sure!"

Watching Nikko wolf down the hamburger, as if it were delicious, Yuki-onna felt an intangible joy in her heart. Her earlier aversion seemed to vanish without a trace, and she couldn't help but smile.

"My goodness! Your smile is so beautiful, why are you always so stingy with your smiles?" Nikko, no matter what, always sincerely expressed his thoughts to the other person.

Yuki-onna gently shook her head, without answering.

"Would you like me to take you home? I also wanted to tell you something." Nikko looked at Yuki-onna a little shyly, and before she could answer, added, "Could we take things further?"

Suddenly, Yuki-onna's face turned icy cold, and the air around them seemed to drop rapidly. "I'm going home. You don't need to take me." With that, Yuki-onna immediately left the restaurant and quickly disappeared, leaving Nikko sitting there bewildered. Nikko was still confused about what was going on. He thought: Maybe she's shy!

Yuki

-onna stood at the door of her house, unsure whether to go in.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a man of about 25 or 26 years old appeared. He was refined and had the air of a scholar. He was Yuki-onna's older brother, "Tsukio." The Moon Man looked at the Snow Woman and said with concern and kindness, "Hurry up and eat, the food is getting cold."

The Snow Woman walked into the restaurant and saw a sumptuous dinner laid out on the table, with two sets of bowls and chopsticks. She knew that her brother was waiting to eat with her again. The Snow Woman looked up at the photos on the wall. They were of her kind and gentle parents, but they had died in a plane crash five years ago.

"Thinking about Mom and Dad again? Now it's just the two of us left in the family." The Moon Man suddenly hugged the Snow Woman tightly. "If I lose you, what's the point of my life?"

The Snow Woman gently broke free from her brother's embrace, sighed, and said, "Let's eat!"

The Snow Woman was taking a bath. Although she had just turned 18, she was tall and slender, with a slim waist, maturely full breasts, and long, strong legs. She rinsed herself gently and gracefully, caressing her entire body with delicate touch.

"Turn around, sit in the bathtub, and spread your legs!" a man's voice commanded.

The Snow Woman sighed deeply. She knew she couldn't disobey her orders, because that man had raised her for five years, losing his own youth in the process, because he was her only brother—the Moon Man.

The Moon Man knelt naked before the Snow Woman. He slowly parted her labia with his hands, and the Snow Woman trembled slightly. The Moon Man slowly extended his tongue, gently circling it around the Snow Woman's labia. A faint sound of pleasure escaped the Snow Woman's tightly closed lips.

Finally, the Moon Man licked her clitoris with his tongue. He gently enveloped her clitoris with his warm, moist tongue, then used his teeth to create different pressures around it to increase pleasure. Then, like a baby suckling, he sucked and released, and the Snow Woman felt a tingling sensation as orgasm began to spread throughout her body.

She finally shouted, "I...I...fly to heaven...fly to heaven..." Then her legs trembled rapidly, and suddenly she relaxed, collapsing weakly onto the Moon Man.

The Moon Man, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, said, "You can never leave me! Anyone who approaches you, I will kill them!" He looked down at the Snow Woman and said with a wicked smile, "Come on, let's begin the second round!"

Winter Snow (Chapter 1) The Snow Woman's Secret [Part 2]

I ask for nothing, I only wish to stand there, on the edge of the forest surrounded by people.

Dawn was still drowsy, the air still carrying the fresh morning dew.

In the thin mist of the earth, the languid, wanton scent of last night lingered.

In the crowded throng, you gently caressed my manhood with your delicate, jade-like hands, as lightly as if nursing a cow, bringing me boundless pleasure. I

still stand there, gazing at you intently…

The Moon Man is a gentle and kind older brother who takes care of the Snow Woman at all times, ensuring she suffers no grievances. However, the Moon Man has a secret that no one knows about, which causes him to go mad and break down. He knows he is wrong, but he cannot control his mind.

The Moon Man was filled with a desire to destroy all things, yet he also felt boundless love and pity for the Snow Woman. He was torn, unsure what to do. He desperately wanted someone to save him from his suffering, and cried out, "Save me! Help me! Save me! If there is a God..."

Morning

arrived again; it was truly a beautiful holiday.

The Moon Man, accompanied by the Snow Woman dressed in a pure and lovely manner, boarded the subway, preparing to enjoy a happy vacation at the beach. He genuinely hoped that his sister would have a joyful time, but as he saw his sister's growing face and increasingly mature body, he thought of someone—a deep wound in his heart that he could never forget.

How could he forget? Even if the sun and moon fell into the sea, the stars crashed to the earth, and mountains and rivers were leveled, even if the end of the world came and the King of Terror descended, he would never forget. Even if his body was torn apart and his soul destroyed, he would always remember, because that person was… because that person was his…

He shook his head violently, trying to bring his thoughts back to reality. A terrifying and cruel idea surfaced in his mind, and his eyes began to shine with an unusual light…

The Snow Woman, dressed in a youthful white dress and carrying a white handbag, exuded an icy and snowy aura, like a fairy from the moon palace bringing a refreshing coolness to the world.

But no one knew that she wasn't wearing any underwear, because it was her brother's order, and she had to obey. Her secret garden was smeared with a strange green liquid, cool like mint. Her bag contained a 300ml enema kit and two portable phalluses, one large and one small. She was terrified and panicked. Although she didn't know what was about to happen, she vaguely sensed the torment that was about to befall her. She could only silently endure what was to come.

In the crowded subway, the Snow Woman and the Moon Man were pushed to a seat near the door. Although the subway air conditioning was very strong, the Snow Woman was still sweating profusely. She gently bit her white handkerchief, her body slowly twisting, as if filled with torment.

The Snow Woman felt the cool liquid transform into a sultry heat. The flowers in her secret garden were in full bloom, brimming with a sense of anticipation. A gentle spring began to seep from her garden. She could no longer bear it; a faint blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks, and a mist clouded her icy eyes, lightly obscuring their original brilliance.

In the hazy vision, everything seemed so unreal. The Snow Woman began to forget the countless people around her. She began to let out soft, delicate breaths, and tiny, sparkling gems appeared on her head. She began to twist and turn her body, completely ignoring the presence of others.

"What's wrong! Little sister, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?" Yue Nan asked Yuki Onna loudly, knowing full well the answer, but Yuki Onna was already lost in her own world.

No one had noticed Yuki Onna's unusual behavior until Yue Nan's question made them turn to look at her and realize her strange condition.

"It's probably too crowded."

"What a beautiful girl, she could be an idol."

"Hey! She doesn't seem to be wearing a bra, look, her nipples are pink!"

As everyone was captivated by the Snow Woman's stunning beauty and chattered, someone noticed that the Snow Woman's white dress clung tightly to her body due to sweat, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, the shape of her breasts and the color of her nipples were vaguely visible.

This not only attracted everyone's attention but also caused a stir in the carriage.

"Such a beautiful girl, and she's an exhibitionist?"

"Look! She's having fun by herself, not even inviting us to join in, haha!"

"I wonder if she's a pervert?"

"Damn! Shameless!"

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, the Snow Woman was completely oblivious, for she was focused on reaching her climax. The gentle spring in the garden had already become a raging flood. This was probably better than nothing for the Snow Woman; how would she react if she heard what others were saying about her?

The Snow Woman unconsciously let out a high-pitched cry, her body going limp as she collapsed onto the Moon Man. She had finally reached her climax; her first spectacular performance in public had left her completely unconscious. The Moon Man held his sister tightly, a hint of reluctance appearing in his eyes, but this was quickly replaced by a cruel glint.

The

sky seemed to be wailing in defeat, "My parents, are you going on your journey of love on this stormy night?"

Tonight I cannot sleep. I often open my door, searching for my parents in the endless darkness. I see nothing before me; I cannot find the path you took.

Was it from the misty shores of the Yellow Springs? Or the distant edge of the Underworld?

How can I find you, my mother?

"No! This isn't true. How could Mom and Dad be dead?" A stubbornly refuses to accept it. A completely refuses to accept this fact. She is only 13 years old; how could she understand the true meaning of death?

I don't accept it either, but it's the truth, and the truth is the truth. There's no way to deny it. My heart feels like it's being squeezed into a ball by two hands. I feel a mix of emotions, and my mind is like it's been hit by a million alarm clocks that keep ringing. "B, come here,

come

here quickly! I love you the most!"

"You are my pet, you are Mommy's good little baby!"

"B, are you comfortable? I love you, B!"

"Me too, my Mommy, I feel so good!"

"Mommy too, Mommy feels so good! We want to stay together forever!"

Television news flash: "Today, XXX Airlines flight XXX crashed into the sea, and all passengers and crew perished..."

The sound of the television seemed to fade into the distance, and I was enveloped by layers of endless darkness. My body and my spirit no longer wanted to escape the darkness; I felt a dark cocoon enveloping me.

I wanted to sleep into the infinite abyss. Even if the sun and moon fell into the sea, the stars crashed to the earth, mountains and rivers were leveled, even if the end of the world came, even if the King of Terror descended, I would never want to wake up. Even if my body was torn apart, even if my soul was destroyed, nothing could change my will—not even God!

In a hazy state, how could I feel so hazy? I should be in endless darkness. Who broke through my heavy shell? Who brought a ray of light? In the chaos, I saw your eyes like sunlight, your voice telling me a mournful melody.

Ah! You embraced my suicidal heart with your mysterious tears. Your longing face, like night rain, brought me boundless nourishment. My parched heart will forever be surrounded by you.

Winter Snow (Chapter Two) Memories of the Past [Part 2]

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I want you, I only want you… Let this phrase repeat in my heart again and again, forever and ever. Like night hiding in darkness, begging for light, deep within my subconscious, a similar cry arises: I want you, I only want you… Like a storm crashing against land with all its might, yet still seeking land as its eternal destination, my eternal cry remains: I want you, I only want you… Every evening

at dusk,

the Snow Maiden asks me when my parents will return. The twilight remained, the sunset magnificent. I saw happy people, dressed in clean clothes, leaving behind their weariness, strolling through the city with their families. Yet, Xue Nu and I were trapped alone in a city of sorrow, unable to escape.

Nearly three months had passed since our parents' death, and Xue Nu and I were still unable to wake from our nightmares. I forced a smile to appear strong, but every night I longed to see you, do you know that, my mother?

Why were you so cruel, abandoning Xue Nu and me to go with Father? Why didn't you take me with you? Leaving Xue Nu to live with Father? I quit all my jobs and stayed home to take care of Yuki-onna, because the insurance company's compensation was enough for Yuki-onna and me to live on. Every day when I see Yuki-onna, it's like seeing you. Why does Yuki-onna look so much like you, my mother?

Every night in my dreams, you always gently glide to my side, and with your tender, spring-like hands, you carefully caress my penis. As my penis grows rapidly, you always look at me and say, "My little baby has grown up. Let Mommy take a good look. Are you a good boy?"

You always gently take my glans into your mouth with your bright red, plump lips. The warm and moist feeling makes my penis even harder. You always gently caress my penis with your tender tongue. The area around my glans is my most sensitive spot, and you always generously use your fragrant tongue to help me reach my climax.

Your lips, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, moved along my penis, like the most skilled taiko drummer in Japan. Each stroke was so perfect, so breathtaking. Oh, my mother, I love you so much.

If stars were the eyes of a woman, my mother, any star would fall into your eyes, daring not to hang high in the sky. I saw you gently sucking and stroking my penis, then looking at me with eyes full of passionate tenderness. That was the most beautiful moment of my life. How I wish time could stand still, so that only the two of us remained in the world. Oh, my mother, I love you so much.

My mother, your features are exquisite, your breasts are high and proud, your rosy nipples stand tall, your waist is slender, your buttocks are round and firm, your legs are long and fair, your whole body is so shapely and distinct, your voice is so beautiful that even the warbling of a nightingale cannot describe your silver bell-like beauty, I can hear your enchanting whispers, and I can smell the fragrance of flowers emanating from you, a fragrance like poppies that is so captivating and irresistible.

Your eyes can speak, your smile can speak, your nose can speak… your whole body can speak. You say, “You are my precious pet, you are Mommy’s good little baby!” I know you transferred all your love for your father to me because of his infidelity. I don’t care, because the person I love most is my mother.

Whenever you sit on my body, my erect penis can’t find your vagina and wanders around like a blind donkey. You always tell me in a gentle voice, “Don’t rush! Don’t rush! Let Mommy guide you.” I relax completely because I know you will lead my penis into your paradise for me to explore.

You are the most perfect dancer; each of your dance moves is different, yet each contains the essence of yin and yang. Whether you sway up and down, left and right, or twist and rub, you always lead my penis to wave after wave of climax. Your tightly closed labia constantly engulf and release my penis, and the tingling sensation gradually spreads from my penis to my entire body. My heart feels like it's about to leap out of my mouth, while my soul drifts away with the white clouds.

Suddenly! My penis throbbed with heat, my burning heart felt as if a bomb had been dropped into it, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably. My soul rushed towards my ejaculation, my sperm eager to return to the sacred place of creation. I looked closely at your face, and it seemed you were saying, "Moon Man, is it comfortable? I love you, Moon Man!" Yes! I love you too, my mother.

You once told me, "Push your penis in hard, come on! My vagina is as open as possible for you. I feel us becoming one. When your penis leaves my body, my heart feels as if it has been ripped out, leaving me lonely and empty." As you spoke, you kissed me sweetly and wildly with your fiery red lips.

You continued, "We women love penetration, especially me. Can I say it?"

I asked, "What do you want to say?"

You wildly replied, "I want to shout it out loud!"

As I thrust into you, I said, "Tell me, my love!"

Suddenly, you shouted, "I'm so happy! I'm a slutty, shameless woman, I'm cheating on my husband with my son! I'm the slut who loves being penetrated by my son the most!"

As you spoke, tears streamed down your face. I knew you had broken down; you couldn't bear the torment of your conscience. In this strange and beautiful atmosphere, we reached the strongest climax in history. I think I understand why incest is so alluring. It's because that unique sense of depravity combined with the condemnation of conscience, the torment between good and evil, creates an climax that is far more intense and unforgettable than a climax of pleasure!

I started to lose track of whether I was awake or dreaming. When I closed my eyes, I saw you appear before me, so real, not a dream. You always beckoned to me, saying, "Moon Man, come here, come quickly! I love you the most!" I couldn't help but shed tears of despair. I tore my soul apart, ripped my heart apart.

I couldn't go on living. I needed to end my life. Life was too painful. I know this is the Oedipus complex in Freud, but I couldn't escape this tragedy until one day the Snow Woman replaced you, and only then was I freed from the pain.

Winter Snow (Chapter 2) Memories of the Past [Part 2]

Since my parents died, only my brother and I were left in the family. My poor and sad brother locked his heart away tightly.

One day, my brother looked at me and said in a sorrowful voice, "Don't abandon me, don't leave me, Snow Woman! Please don't leave me without my permission. I dare not sleep soundly, for fear of losing you while I'm asleep. Don't leave me, Snow Woman! Please don't leave me without my permission."

Tears streamed down my face as I hugged my brother tightly: "No, brother, I won't, I won't leave you."

Three years is not a short time. I had grown into a young woman. I believed in my looks, and I was proud of my figure. I must praise women.

Women! You are not only God's masterpiece, but men have perfected you even more. Poets weave you with the gauze of poetry, and painters color you with their immortal souls. Half of a woman is a woman, and the other half of a woman is a man's dream.

I had kept a secret in my heart for a long time, but one dark and hazy night, my older brother, drunk, rushed into my room. He cried and poured out his sorrow and pain. I had never seen a man so pitiful and helpless.

I gently placed my older brother's head against my soft chest, encouraging him with my own heartbeat, hoping he could rise from his grief.

My brother began to hug me and cry. Through his words, I learned how deeply he loved our mother. I couldn't accept his relationship with her; I was caught in a web of confusion. On one hand, I couldn't believe my mother would do such a thing; on the other hand, I was jealous that she had taken away my brother's love.

Suddenly, my brother hugged me tightly. I was startled and almost screamed, but he kissed me with his warm lips. In that instant, I felt a sense of bewilderment. It was my first kiss—not sweet, but with a slight flutter in my heart.

My older brother forced me onto the bed, repeatedly calling out our mother's name. My tears flowed like a mountain stream, soaking the blankets. Perhaps my brother loved our beloved mother more than me, but to ease his pain, I was willing to offer my body.

My brother's hard penis pierced my vaginal opening, and I couldn't help but groan. I looked at him with pained eyes. Didn't he know the unbearable pain in my lower body? I couldn't help but resent the Creator. Why make a woman's first time so painful? Was it so that women would forever remember their first time?

My brother thrust his warm penis forcefully. I felt a cool sensation on my skin, a stark contrast to his fiery body. I was surprised that my mind was still so clear; it was as if spirit and desire were opposing forces.

My brother finally found satisfaction in me. Looking at his satisfied smile, a feeling of happiness welled up inside me. Although my body might be frigid, my emotions were abundant. The Snow Woman slowly awoke from her deep reverie of the past. She found herself sitting on a bench at a train station, and the Moon Man's anxious voice came from before her: "Little sister, are you alright?" The Snow Woman

nodded weakly, her eyes blankly staring ahead. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. The Moon Man's voice, tinged with cruelty, said, "We should go swimming!" Men , women, and children gathered in this boundless seaside paradise. The vast sky hung still above, the water rippled and played ceaselessly, children built their own sandcastles, and crabs danced with abandon. The Snow Woman lay prone on the soft, clean seashore. The Moon Man covered her beautiful body with a large bath towel. Several men, captivated by her beauty, lingered around her, unwilling to leave. The Snow Woman was enduring unspeakable pain as the Moon Man inserted an enema into her alluring anus. She knew her elder brother had gone mad; he was using the torment of her to exact revenge on their mother. The Moon Man said wickedly, "Those boys will never believe that such a beautiful girl like you is having an enema. Oh, by the way, I just saw a TV program filming a pairing show. Let's go participate together later... Hahaha!" Seeing the Moon Man's maniacal laughter, the Snow Woman's heart plummeted as if into the eighteenth level of hell... The sea roared with laughter, waves crashing, the shore displaying a pale smile. In this boundless seaside world, hell was beckoning to the Snow Woman. (To be continued) ********************************************************************** This is my first time writing, so please give me your guidance. Because this work references many Japanese articles, it feels rather Japanese in style; please forgive me. If you have any criticisms or suggestions, please let me know. Thank you! This story is planned to be divided into three chapters: Chapter 1: The Secret of the Snow Woman [Part 1] [Part 2] Chapter 2: Memories of the Past [Part 1] [Part 2] Chapter 3: The End [Part 1] [Part 2] ********************************************************************** Winter Snow (Chapter 1) The Secret of the Snow Woman [Part 1] The legendary Snow Woman…is incomparably beautiful, yet as cold as ice. Deep within her heart lies a secret unknown to all. No matter how close one is, it must never be known; those who do know will only meet one end—death. Is this a tragic legend, or will it become a story that happens to people around us? I don't know, do you? She had snow-white skin and an unusually delicate nose, making her features very striking. She gave the impression of an ice sculpture, seemingly transparent yet ethereal, like looking at mist. She sat at the back of the classroom, her jewel-like eyes fixed on the playground. "Ding! Ding! Ding-ding!!" The bell rang, signaling the end of class. "Snow Woman! Snow Woman! Do you want to go home together?" A boy who secretly admired her called softly. He was an innocent boy, his eyes filled with hope, hoping she would agree. "Sorry! I need to go to the library to study because I have final exams," she replied gently. The boy seemed to have expected this answer: "Okay! We can do it another day." She was sitting in the library. It was already 6:30 PM. She had been there for two hours when the librarian announced that students should prepare to leave; the library's opening hours were almost over. She sighed softly, packed her things, and walked out of the library. She wanted to shout, "I don't want to go home! I don't want to go home! The home I had five years ago is gone!" But she couldn't shout it out. That was her secret, who could she confide in? Humans are so lonely, and language is so inadequate. Who could express the secrets and feelings in words, allowing someone else to feel exactly what you feel? She felt like she was about to collapse. And then… “Snow Woman! Snow Woman! Aren’t you going home yet?” A cheerful, energetic voice rang out from behind her. She recognized the voice; it was her classmate, “Hikari.” Hikari was quite tall, about 178-180 centimeters, with big eyes, thick eyebrows, and a handsome smile. He was the idol of the female students. Hikari played soccer every day, so he always went home at this time. "Want to grab something to eat? I just finished practice, I'm so hungry!" Nikko sincerely invited. Yuki-onna softly replied, "Sure!" Watching Nikko wolf down the hamburger, as if it were delicious, Yuki-onna felt an intangible joy in her heart. Her earlier aversion seemed to vanish without a trace, and she couldn't help but smile. "My goodness! Your smile is so beautiful, why are you always so stingy with your smiles?" Nikko, no matter what, always sincerely expressed his thoughts to the other person. Yuki-onna gently shook her head, without answering. "Would you like me to take you home? I also wanted to tell you something." Nikko looked at Yuki-onna a little shyly, and before she could answer, added, "Could we take our relationship a little further?"

Suddenly, the Snow Woman's face turned icy cold, and the surrounding air seemed to drop in temperature rapidly. "I'm going home. You don't need to see me off." With that, the Snow Woman immediately left the restaurant and quickly disappeared, leaving Radiant Light sitting there, bewildered. Radiant Light was still confused. He thought: Maybe she's shy!

The

Snow Woman stood at the door of her house, unsure whether she should go in or not.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a man of about 25 or 26 years old, refined and scholarly. He was Yuki-onna's older brother, "Tsukio." Tsukio looked at Yuki-onna and said with concern and kindness, "Hurry up and eat, the food is getting cold."

Yuki-onna entered the dining room and saw a sumptuous dinner laid out on the table, along with two sets of chopsticks and bowls. She knew her brother was waiting to eat with her again. Yuki-onna looked up at the photos on the wall; they were of her kind and loving parents, who had perished in a plane crash five years ago.

"Thinking about Mom and Dad again? Now it's just the two of us left in the family." The Moon Man suddenly hugged the Snow Woman tightly. "If I lose you, what's the point of my life?"

The Snow Woman gently broke free from her brother's embrace, sighed, and said, "Let's eat!"

The Snow Woman was taking a bath. Although she had just turned 18, she was tall and slender, with a slim waist, maturely full breasts, and long, strong legs. She rinsed herself gently and gracefully, caressing her entire body with delicate touch.

"Turn around, sit in the bathtub, and spread your legs!" a man's voice commanded.

The Snow Woman sighed deeply. She knew she couldn't disobey her orders, because that man had raised her for five years, losing his own youth in the process, because he was her only brother—the Moon Man.

The Moon Man knelt naked before the Snow Woman. He slowly parted her labia with his hands, and the Snow Woman trembled slightly. The Moon Man slowly extended his tongue, gently circling it around the Snow Woman's labia. A faint sound of pleasure escaped the Snow Woman's tightly closed lips.

Finally, the Moon Man licked her clitoris with his tongue. He gently enveloped her clitoris with his warm, moist tongue, then used his teeth to create different pressures around it to increase pleasure. Then, like a baby suckling, he sucked and released, and the Snow Woman felt a tingling sensation as orgasm began to spread throughout her body.

She finally shouted, "I...I...fly to heaven...fly to heaven..." Then her legs trembled rapidly, and suddenly she relaxed, collapsing weakly onto the Moon Man.

The Moon Man, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, said, "You can never leave me! Anyone who approaches you, I will kill them!" He looked down at the Snow Woman and said with a wicked smile, "Come on, let's begin the second round!"

Winter Snow (Chapter 1) The Snow Woman's Secret [Part 2]

I ask for nothing, I only wish to stand there, on the edge of the forest surrounded by people.

Dawn was still drowsy, the air still carrying the fresh morning dew.

In the thin mist of the earth, the languid, wanton scent of last night lingered.

In the crowded throng, you gently caressed my manhood with your bright, jade-like hands, as lightly as if you were nursing a cow, bringing me boundless joy.

I still stand there, staring at you intently…

※

...

The Moon Man was filled with a desire to destroy all things, yet he also felt boundless love and pity for the Snow Woman. He was torn, unsure what to do. He desperately wanted someone to save him from his suffering, and cried out, "Save me! Help me! Save me! If there is a God..."

Morning

arrived again; it was truly a beautiful holiday.

The Moon Man, accompanied by the Snow Woman dressed in a pure and lovely manner, boarded the subway, preparing to enjoy a happy vacation at the beach. He genuinely hoped that his sister would have a joyful time, but as he saw his sister's growing face and increasingly mature body, he thought of someone—a deep wound in his heart that he could never forget.

How could he forget? Even if the sun and moon fell into the sea, the stars crashed to the earth, and mountains and rivers were leveled, even if the end of the world came and the King of Terror descended, he would never forget. Even if his body was torn apart and his soul destroyed, he would always remember, because that person was… because that person was his…

He shook his head violently, trying to bring his thoughts back to reality. A terrifying and cruel idea surfaced in his mind, and his eyes began to shine with an unusual light…

The Snow Woman, dressed in a youthful white dress and carrying a white handbag, exuded an icy and snowy aura, like a fairy from the moon palace bringing a refreshing coolness to the world.

But no one knew that she wasn't wearing any underwear, because it was her brother's order, and she had to obey. Her secret garden was smeared with a strange green liquid, cool like mint. Her bag contained a 300ml enema kit and two portable phalluses, one large and one small. She was terrified and panicked. Although she didn't know what was about to happen, she vaguely sensed the torment that was about to befall her. She could only silently endure what was to come.

In the crowded subway, the Snow Woman and the Moon Man were pushed to a seat near the door. Although the subway air conditioning was very strong, the Snow Woman was still sweating profusely. She gently bit her white handkerchief, her body slowly twisting, as if filled with torment.

The Snow Woman felt the cool liquid transform into a sultry heat. The flowers in her secret garden were in full bloom, brimming with a sense of anticipation. A gentle spring began to seep from her garden. She could no longer bear it; a faint blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks, and a mist clouded her icy eyes, lightly obscuring their original brilliance.

In the hazy vision, everything seemed so unreal. The Snow Woman began to forget the countless people around her. She began to let out soft, delicate breaths, and tiny, sparkling gems appeared on her head. She began to twist and turn her body, completely ignoring the presence of others.

"What's wrong! Little sister, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?" Yue Nan asked Yuki Onna loudly, knowing full well the answer, but Yuki Onna was already lost in her own world.

No one had noticed Yuki Onna's unusual behavior until Yue Nan's question made them turn to look at her and realize her strange condition.

"It's probably too crowded."

"What a beautiful girl, she could be an idol."

"Hey! She doesn't seem to be wearing a bra, look, her nipples are pink!"

As everyone was captivated by the Snow Woman's stunning beauty and chattered, someone noticed that the Snow Woman's white dress clung tightly to her body due to sweat, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, the shape of her breasts and the color of her nipples were vaguely visible.

This not only attracted everyone's attention but also caused a stir in the carriage.

"Such a pretty girl, and she's an exhibitionist?"

"Look! She's having fun by herself, not even inviting us to join in, haha!"

"I wonder if she's a pervert?"

"Damn! Shameless!"

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, the Snow Woman was completely deaf to their whispers, for she was rushing towards her climax. The gentle spring in the garden had long since become a raging torrent. Perhaps this was better than nothing for her; if she had heard what others were saying about her, how would she have coped?

Unconsciously, the Snow Woman let out a high-pitched cry, her body collapsing limply onto the Moon Man. She had finally reached her climax. This spectacular performance in public for the first time had left her completely dazed. The Moon Man held his sister tightly, a hint of tenderness appearing in his eyes, but this was quickly replaced by a cruel glint. The sky seems to be wailing in defeat, my parents, are you embarking on your journey of love on this stormy night?

Tonight I cannot sleep, I often open my door, searching in the infinite darkness for my parents, but I see nothing before me, I cannot find the path you have taken. Is it from the misty shores of the Yellow Springs? Or the distant edge of the Underworld? How can I find you, my mother! "No! This isn't real. How could Mom and Dad be dead?" A stubbornly refused to accept it. She couldn't accept the fact at all. She was only 13 years old. How could she understand the true meaning of death? I didn't accept it either, but it was the real fact. Facts are truth, and there was no way to deny it. My heart felt like it was being squeezed into a ball by two hands. I felt a mix of emotions, and my mind was like it had been filled with a thousand alarm clocks, ringing incessantly. "B, come here, come here quickly! I love you the most!" "You are my pet, you are Mommy's good little baby!" "B, are you comfortable? I love you, B!" "Me too, my Mommy, I feel so good!" "Mommy too, Mommy feels so good! We want to stay together forever!" Television news flash: "Today, XXX Airlines flight XXX crashed into the sea, and all passengers and crew perished..." The sound of the television seemed to fade into the distance, and I was enveloped by layers of endless darkness. My body and my spirit no longer wanted to escape the darkness; I felt a dark cocoon enveloping me. I wanted to sleep into the infinite abyss. Even if the sun and moon fell into the sea, the stars crashed to the earth, mountains and rivers were leveled, even if the end of the world came, even if the King of Terror descended, I would never want to wake up. Even if my body was torn apart, even if my soul was destroyed, nothing could change my will—not even God! In a hazy state, how could I feel so hazy? I should be in endless darkness. Who broke through my heavy shell? Who brought a ray of light? In the chaos, I saw your eyes like sunlight, your voice telling me a mournful melody. Ah! You embraced my suicidal heart with your mysterious tears. Your longing face, like night rain, brought me boundless nourishment. My parched heart will forever be surrounded by you. Winter Snow (Chapter Two) Memories of the Past [Part 2] ********************************************************************** Thank you for your encouragement! In the process of creating, I found that my grammar makes it difficult to write more realistic language, so I hope you can be more lenient with my descriptive writing style... Thank you again for your support! ********************************************************************** I want you, I only want you... Let my heart repeat this phrase again and again, forever and ever. Like the night hiding in the darkness begging for light, the depths of my subconscious also utter a cry, I want you, I only want you... Like a storm crashing against the land with all its might, yet still seeking the land as its eternal destination. And my eternal cry remains: I want you, I only want you… Every evening at dusk, the Snow Maiden asks me when my parents will return. Dusk falls as always, the sunset is magnificent, and I see happy people dressed in clean clothes, leaving behind their weariness, strolling through the city with the old and the young. But the Snow Maiden and I are trapped alone in this city of sorrow, never to rise again. Nearly three months have passed since my parents' death, and Yuki-onna and I are still haunted by nightmares. I force a smile to appear strong, but do you know how much I long to see you every night, my mother? Why were you so cruel, abandoning Yuki-onna and me to go with Father? Why didn't you take me with you? Why leave Yuki-onna and Father to live together? I quit all my jobs to stay home and care for Yuki-onna, because the insurance payout is enough for us. Every day when I see Yuki-onna, it's like seeing you, my mother. Why does Yuki-onna look so much like you? Every night in my dreams, you always gently glide to my side, and with your tender, spring-like hands, you carefully caress my penis. As my penis grows rapidly, you always look at me and say, "My little baby has grown up. Let Mommy take a good look. Are you a good boy?" You always gently take my glans into your mouth with your bright red, plump lips. The warm and moist feeling makes my penis even harder. You always gently caress my penis with your tender tongue. The area around my glans is my most sensitive spot, and you always generously use your fragrant tongue to help me reach my climax. Your lips, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, moved along my penis, like the most skilled taiko drummer in Japan. Each stroke was so perfect, so breathtaking. Oh, my mother, I love you so much. If stars were the eyes of a woman, my mother, any star would fall into your eyes, daring not to hang high in the sky. I saw you gently sucking and stroking my penis, then looking at me with eyes full of passionate tenderness. That was the most beautiful moment of my life. How I wish time could stand still, so that only the two of us remained in the world. Oh, my mother, I love you so much. My mother, your features are exquisite, your breasts are high and proud, your rosy nipples stand tall, your waist is slender, your buttocks are round and firm, your legs are long and fair, your whole body is so shapely and distinct, your voice is so beautiful that even the warbling of a nightingale cannot describe your silver bell-like beauty, I can hear your enchanting whispers, and I can smell the fragrance of flowers emanating from you, a fragrance like poppies that is so captivating and irresistible. Your eyes can speak, your smile can speak, your nose can speak… your whole body can speak. You say, “You are my precious pet, you are Mommy’s good little baby!” I know you transferred all your love for your father to me because of his infidelity. I don’t care, because the person I love most is my mother. Whenever you sit on my body, my erect penis can’t find your vagina and wanders around like a blind donkey. You always tell me in a gentle voice, “Don’t rush! Don’t rush! Let Mommy guide you.” I relax completely because I know you will lead my penis into your paradise for me to explore. You are the most perfect dancer. Every dance of yours is different, yet it contains the essence of yin and yang. Whether you sway up and down or left and right, or twist and rub left and right, you always lead my penis to wave after wave of climax. Your tightly closed labia constantly swallow and release my penis, and the tingling sensation gradually spreads from my penis to my whole body. My heart is about to leave my mouth, while my soul drifts away with the white clouds.

Suddenly! My penis felt hot, my burning heart felt like it had been hit by an atomic bomb, and my whole body trembled like waves. My soul rushed to my climax, my sperm eager to return to the sacred place of creation. I looked closely at your face, and it seemed you were saying, "Moon Man, is it comfortable? I love you, Moon Man!" Yes! I love you too, my mother.

You once told me, "Push your penis in hard, come on! My vagina is as open as possible for you. I feel us becoming one. When your penis leaves my body, my heart feels like it's being ripped out, lonely and empty." As you spoke, you kissed me sweetly and wildly with your hot red lips.

You continued, "We women love penetration, especially me. Can I say it?"

I asked, "What do you want to say?"

You wildly replied, "I want to shout it out loud!"

As I thrust into you, I said, "Tell me, my love!"

Suddenly, you shouted, "I'm so happy! I'm a slutty, shameless woman, I'm cheating on my husband with my son! I'm the slut who loves being penetrated by my son the most!"

As you spoke, tears streamed down your face. I knew you had broken down; you couldn't bear the torment of your conscience. In this strange and beautiful atmosphere, we reached the strongest climax in history. I think I understand why incest is so alluring. It's because that unique sense of depravity combined with the condemnation of conscience, the torment between good and evil, creates an climax that is far more intense and unforgettable than a climax of pleasure!

I started to lose track of whether I was awake or dreaming. When I closed my eyes, I saw you appear before me, so real, not a dream. You always beckoned to me, saying, "Moon Man, come here, come quickly! I love you the most!" I couldn't help but shed tears of despair. I tore my soul apart, ripped my heart apart.

I couldn't go on living. I needed to end my life. Life was too painful. I know this is the Oedipus complex in Freud, but I couldn't escape this tragedy until one day the Snow Woman replaced you, and only then was I freed from the pain.

Winter Snow (Chapter 2) Memories of the Past [Part 2]

Since my parents died, only my brother and I were left in the family. My poor and sad brother locked his heart away tightly.

One day, my brother looked at me and said in a sorrowful voice, "Don't abandon me, don't leave me, Snow Woman! Please don't leave me without my permission. I dare not sleep soundly, for fear of losing you while I'm asleep. Don't leave me, Snow Woman! Please don't leave me without my permission."

Tears streamed down my face as I hugged my brother tightly: "No, brother, I won't, I won't leave you."

Three years is not a short time. I had grown into a young woman. I believed in my looks, and I was proud of my figure. I must praise women.

Women! You are not only God's masterpiece, but men have perfected you even more. Poets weave you with the silken fabric of their poems, and painters color you with their immortal souls. Half of a woman is a woman, and the other half is a man's dream.

I had kept a secret in my heart, one dark and hazy night, when my elder brother, drunk, burst into my room. He cried and poured out his sorrow and pain. I had never seen a man so pitiful and helpless.

I gently placed my brother's head on my soft chest, encouraging him with my own heartbeat, hoping he could rise from his grief.

My older brother started hugging me and crying. Through his words, I learned how deeply he loved Mother. I couldn't accept his relationship with Mother, and I was thrown into turmoil. On one hand, I couldn't believe Mother would do such a thing; on the other hand, I was jealous that Mother had taken away my brother's love.

Suddenly, my brother hugged me tightly. I was startled and almost screamed, but he kissed me with his warm lips. In that instant, I felt a sense of bewilderment. It was my first kiss—not sweet, but with a slight flutter in my heart.

My older brother forced me onto the bed, repeatedly calling out our mother's name. My tears flowed like a mountain stream, soaking the blankets. Perhaps my brother loved our beloved mother more than me, but to ease his pain, I was willing to offer my body.

My brother's hard penis pierced my vaginal opening, and I couldn't help but groan. I looked at him with pained eyes. Didn't he know the unbearable pain in my lower body? I couldn't help but resent the Creator. Why make a woman's first time so painful? Was it so that women would forever remember their first time?

My brother thrust his warm penis forcefully. I felt a cool sensation on my skin, a stark contrast to his fiery body. I was surprised that my mind was still so clear; it was as if spirit and desire were opposing forces.

My brother finally found satisfaction in me. Looking at his satisfied smile, a feeling of happiness welled up inside me. Although my body might be frigid, my emotions were abundant. The Snow Woman slowly awoke from her deep reverie of the past. She found herself sitting on a bench at a train station, and the Moon Man's anxious voice came from before her: "Little sister, are you alright?" The Snow Woman

nodded weakly, her eyes blankly staring ahead. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. The Moon Man's voice, tinged with cruelty, said, "We should go swimming!" Men , women, and children gathered in this boundless seaside paradise. The vast sky hung still above, the water rippled and played ceaselessly, children built their own sandcastles, and crabs danced with abandon. The Snow Woman lay prone on the soft, clean seashore. The Moon Man covered her beautiful body with a large bath towel. Several men, captivated by her beauty, lingered around her, unwilling to leave. The Snow Woman was enduring unspeakable pain as the Moon Man inserted an enema into her alluring anus. She knew her elder brother had gone mad; he was using the torment of her to exact revenge on their mother. The Moon Man said wickedly, "Those boys will never believe that such a beautiful girl like you is having an enema. Oh, by the way, I just saw a TV program filming a pairing show. Let's go participate together later... Hahaha!" Seeing the Moon Man's maniacal laughter, the Snow Woman's heart plummeted as if into the eighteenth level of hell... The sea roared with laughter, waves crashing, the shore displaying a pale smile. In this boundless seaside world, hell was beckoning to the Snow Woman.

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