Watching his girlfriend being humiliated yet excited

My mind replayed the events of the night like a movie. Just now, Xiaoshan was standing in the bar, leaning out to talk to me, her eyes full of lust and her breath coming in soft gasps. Was Xiaoshan being fucked then?!?!

My cock uncontrollably ejaculated again! My shorts were a mess again, but I didn't care about cleaning them up now.

Wait a minute, it was dark inside, but I could still see if there was anyone standing behind her. So she must have been fucked after I left. She

deliberately sent me out to buy food, creating an opportunity for her lover to fuck her! If she was being fucked by the window, wouldn't the crowd dancing outside see Xiaoshan's slutty face?! Would Xiaoshan's moans drown out the rap?! I buried my nose in her underwear and took a deep sniff of the hormone-filled scent, the mixed snot getting onto my lips.

I licked it with a mixture of humiliation and excitement. It was a remnant of Xiaoshan's being fucked. I felt as if I were licking the junction of the adulterer's huge cock and Xiaoshan's cunt, and I could even hear Xiaoshan's moans. The taste, both strange and familiar, almost made me ejaculate again. Was this the surprise Xiaoshan had given me?

Xiaoshan's panties were here, so she was practically naked under her skirt! With just a slight movement, her cunt, which belonged to me but now belonged to the adulterer and was fully lubricated with his semen, was ready for any cock to come in and out!

All the pent-up lust of the day had finally found an outlet through the adulterer's penetration. Would Xiaoshan, driven mad by sex, grab any cock, stick her ass out, and shove it into her cunt?

Wife, where are you now? I stuffed her panties into my pocket, intending to ask the waiter, but I didn't know how to start. How could I ask? Had anyone seen the owner of these panties? Had anyone seen where the girl being fucked by the window had gone?

While I was still hesitating, a waiter approached with a playful smile. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Jiang?" "Huh?" Still confused... "Are you looking for Miss Shan?" "Huh?" Before I could react... "Miss Shan is upstairs." "U...up?" My poor English is so painful.

The waiter smiled and pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor, licking his lips as he said, "Your girlfriend is very very challenging!" So the bar had a second floor, and Xiaoshan was still here. A weight was lifted from my heart. "Think you." I roughly understood what the other person was saying, but without thinking too much about it, I quickly went upstairs. At the end of the stairs was a door. I turned the doorknob; it was locked. The door wasn't soundproof, and I could hear many voices inside, including Xiaoshan's.

"Oh my god... Ah~ Ah~ Three!... I can carry one more... no place for your dicks... come on!..." I heard Xiaoshan's excited, tearful moans intermittently, followed by cheers, whistles, and a cacophony of male voices: "Making!" "Use your mouth and assembly!" "I should fuck you getting!" Holy crap, what's going on in there? I didn't quite understand. Are they playing with Xiaoshan or gang-raping her? Either way, as her boyfriend, I have to participate, right? My already hard cock is already soaring to the heavens.

I pounded on the door, "Xiaoshan! Xiaoshan! I'm back, open the door!" Then I heard Xiaoshan laugh out loud and shout "Shit!" followed by a burst of laughter and the sound of things being packed.

"Xiaoshan, what are you doing!" I shouted from outside the door, but she still ignored me. I called Xiaoshan again, and I could vaguely hear her phone ringing inside, but it seemed to be muffled by something, so I couldn't hear it clearly.

I called several times, the phone kept ringing, and I thought I could even hear Xiaoshan's panting, but she just wouldn't answer the phone or respond to me through the door! I was furious, or rather, not so much angry, but rather excited by the unknown. My penis was already throbbing, and I desperately wanted to rush in and release my pent-up desire in Xiaoshan's cunt, even if a lot of people were watching, I wouldn't let her go.

Finally, after almost five minutes, after my constant knocking and urging, the door opened. A low but energetic disco tune was playing inside. Was there no other music on Khao San Road? Wait, there wasn't any music before I opened the door.

Strange.

Inside was a run-down activity room with a pool table, sofa, TV, and the like. The Thai weather was hot, and the room only had a few ceiling fans, making it incredibly stuffy. There wasn't even air conditioning, and the whole place reeked of the strong body odor of Westerners.

Only the two pool tables had lights on top, making the environment somewhat dim. I looked around carefully. There were only a dozen or so mostly shirtless, sweating Western nerds. Had anything happened between them and Xiaoshan? Was this part of the surprise? I needed to find that little slut and get some answers! But… Xiaoshan wasn't there! Seriously? I heard your voice just five minutes ago, and you're gone again? I'm done for. Is this what they call a surprise? Hide and seek?

The activity room was rectangular. The door I entered through was in a corner, facing a small bar and several sofas arranged around a TV. A few foreigners were sitting on the sofas drinking and watching TV. The TV was showing porn! These guys, whether they were wearing only underwear or beach shorts, all had erections—so damn open!

Next to the bar, against the wall, was a cardboard box that looked like a freezer box. One side of the box, less than a meter high, had a hole about ten centimeters in diameter cut out, with tape around the edge. What was that—a donation box? The main feature of the activity room was two pool tables. The one closer to the table was empty, while the one further away was occupied by a group of people playing. Strangely, that table was surrounded by sofas, all occupied. Wow, a competition?

The room was only that big. There were three foreigners watching porn, and about ten foreigners around the pool table in the distance, all men, both black and white, but clearly no Kosugi or Luca!

"Uh...excuse me!" I stammered to the people inside, "Did you see my girl friend? Uh...she, she has long hair..." Before I could finish, a black guy leaning over the pool table in the distance answered, "Miss Shan? She just went there with luca." The guy pointed to a door in another direction of the activity room and continued, "Your girl is very slutty! ...oh shit! Fuck you!" Huh? What does "slutty" mean? Dude, this is way beyond my understanding, and why are you insulting me?

He quickly said, "Sorry, the dog justrate me." I don't know what the joke was, but it made everyone in the room laugh.

There are dogs in the bar, but to hell with dogs, that's not my concern right now. I need to find Xiaoshan first. Damn it, are they afraid I'll catch them cheating? The adulterers ran away

, huh? At most, it's a threesome, I'm not going to stop you and Luca from fighting, why did they run away! I replied with "thanks" and quickly ran to that door. The group of foreigners behind me were still laughing like idiots. Sigh, I cursed inwardly, "These idiots have so much fun."

The door wasn't locked; it was a spring door. I pushed it open, and it automatically bounced back, shutting out the foreigners' laughter and the disco music behind me. Behind the door was a corridor with rooms on both sides. The bar's upper floor is for accommodation; the previous activity room must have been for the guests.

Which room are the adulterers hiding in? There are probably about twenty rooms here. Most of the doors were closed, but four or five were open.

Some of the open rooms were eight-person dorms with four bunk beds, some were standard rooms, and some were double rooms, catering to different needs. All the open rooms were full, and all the occupants were men. Okay, does Europe and America also have a male-dominated, single-man crisis?

Luca and Xiaoshan should naturally be in the closed rooms. I walked around, and there were sounds of sex coming from behind several doors. I guessed it was either casual sex or watching porn, but I couldn't recognize any familiar moans. Well, her boyfriend just caught up with her, so she's probably hiding, too afraid to make a sound.

At the end of the corridor, there were two public restrooms, one for men and one for women. Were they hiding inside having a passionate encounter? Entering the men's restroom, damn, this was really low-end accommodation. The toilet was dilapidated and smelly, and the cleaning was perfunctory, with urine and semen stains everywhere. The layout was simple: three urinals and three toilet stalls. The doors to the two side stalls were missing, leaving them empty. The middle stall had a door, which opened easily, but there was no one inside. Misjudgment. I went outside and listened for a while at the women's restroom entrance; it was very quiet, so no one was there.

As I wandered around the rooms, the doors to the dormitory area and activity room opened, and a white guy walked in looking disappointed. He didn't go inside, just stood there leaning against the doorframe playing on his phone, occasionally glancing up at me. Damn, does he think I'm a thief? Never

mind, let him misunderstand, I'm not going to steal anything anyway. My priority is finding Xiaoshan. You little punk, I can't handle you. I called Xiaoshan's phone again, then walked past each door. Holy crap, no ringtone! Did Xiaoshan silence his phone to avoid me? Damn! I can't just knock on every door and go in; I'll get beaten up if I disturb them.

But that won't stop me. I'm a cunning thief; you can't hide all night. You'll probably open the door to see if I've left. Even if you don't come out, you two will definitely get it and start doing it soon, otherwise, what's the point of hiding? Wasting time playing around. I quietly waited in the hallway, lurking and waiting!

I kept harassing Xiaoshan on my phone, sending her WeChat messages like "You little slut, come out here!" and "Room 27, is that you? I can hear you!" and made a few phone calls, all to no avail. Meanwhile, I quietly walked down the hallway, stopping at each room door to carefully listen for sounds. Foreign girls are really open; one room door was ajar, and coming from inside were incredibly loud moans, clearly not Xiaoshan's voice, but enough to get my dick hard. I listened at that door for a full ten minutes, itching to barge in and join the fray, but unless the guy inside had a cuckold fetish like me, he'd get beaten up.

Calming down and thinking about it, hehe, I'm such a slut, I like cuckolding, and Xiaoshan is even more of a slut, she likes being fucked by others while I'm with her.

Tonight she's playing hide-and-seek with me, I wonder how many people have fucked her before, and where she's hiding now being fucked. It's really exciting! This surprise is really great!

A normal boyfriend would be frantic right now, resorting to any means necessary, breaking down all the doors and digging every inch of the place to find his girlfriend, right? But I, already intoxicated by the pleasure of cuckolding, am deliberately giving this adulterous couple a chance, waiting for Luca to make Xiaoshan scream. I'm anticipating it, anticipating Xiaoshan, already fucked by Luca, being fucked again, being fucked until she screams loudly, so that I, her boyfriend, can clearly hear the live screams.

There are only about twenty rooms, and Xiaoshan and her lover Luca are hiding behind some door. Maybe Luca is pressing Xiaoshan against the door next to me, less than a meter away, thrusting his thick cock into Xiaoshan's plump, tight little cunt again and again. Xiaoshan definitely won't let him use a condom. In some room, although Luca hasn't ejaculated yet, his pre-ejaculate should already be mixed with Xiaoshan's vaginal fluid, filling his girlfriend's entire cunt.

Xiaoshan's cunt must smell incredibly delicious right now. At this moment, she must be biting her lower lip hard, afraid that she'd make a sound and her husband would hear it, and he'd come running to stop her from enjoying the pleasure of being fucked by a stranger's penis. But I know Xiaoshan; once she's satisfied, even on a crowded bus, she'll involuntarily moan. So, with patience, I'm sure I'll hear the little slut's moans.

While fantasizing about Xiaoshan being fucked so close yet out of sight, I wandered around the dormitory corridor like a pervert, occasionally stopping at a doorway to listen intently with a mysterious smile, a huge bulge sticking out in my pants. I wouldn't believe I wasn't a pervert. Occasionally, people coming out of their rooms were startled, but they didn't dare interfere; after all, nobody knows what a lunatic might do.

I wandered around the dormitory area for half an hour, my legs aching, feeling like I'd heard every kind of moaning sound from around the world, but I still hadn't heard the moans I most longed to hear yet was also somewhat afraid to hear. The guy leaning against the doorframe playing on his phone stayed for a while before returning to the activity room. But then another guy came out and started playing on his phone there too. A little while later, another guy came out. What's going on? Is that spot where the Wi-Fi signal is best?

Hmm, three guys have come and gone in half an hour, all playing on their phones in the same spot. That's strange. What are they doing? I watched the guy leaning against the doorframe from a distance. He was playing on his phone and occasionally glancing up at me. Wait a minute! The previous two guys did the same thing, always looking up at me! Are they spying on me? Why?

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to me. Before I went upstairs and entered the room, I heard Xiaoshan's voice inside. He didn't open the door for five minutes, and as soon as I entered, someone told me Xiaoshan had run to the accommodation area. Does it take Xiaoshan five minutes to run into the accommodation area? As soon as I arrived at the accommodation area, someone stood guard at the door. This is to prevent me from suddenly returning to the activity room!

So, Xiaoshan has been in the activity room the whole time?! While her boyfriend was foolishly wandering around the accommodation area, she was being gang-raped, brutally fucked, and filled with semen by a bunch of sweaty, muscular European and American men in the activity room for half an hour?!

I quickly walked towards the door of the activity room. The doorman glanced at me, then looked down at his phone. Hmm? Aren't you going to stop me? Just as I was about five or six meters from the door, I vaguely heard Xiaoshan moaning as she was being fucked to orgasm behind the door, but upon closer listening, it seemed like there was nothing. Sure enough, the doorman came over and stopped me. "Hey, you fucking, do you have a light?" "Damn it, I don't understand." I pushed him aside and walked to the door of the activity room.

Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the door. Opening it would reveal my beloved girlfriend, now a wanton flower on someone else's penis. At that moment, I felt a little suffocated, my heart probably pounding at 180 beats per second. I placed my hand on the doorknob, ready to pull the door open. Lost in my fantasies, I hadn't noticed the small window in the door. Before opening it, I let go and peered through the window. My wife was being raped inside, and I still had the leisure to peek first—I was almost impressed with myself, considering how rare it is to witness one's wife being gang-raped (later it turned out, actually quite a lot).

The window was filthy, but the scene behind it was still barely visible. I was instantly stunned. No Xiaoshan?!

Everyone in the room was gathered around the pool table near the door, watching the game. A dozen or so people were clearly visible, but Xiaoshan wasn't there! Impossible, she must be hiding somewhere! I pushed open the door; the old door was a bit difficult to push open, the hinges probably needed some lubricant. Standing in the doorway, I carefully looked inside. It couldn't be. Although the room was dimly lit, Xiaoshan was definitely not there. But I clearly felt I heard Xiaoshan's moans just now, and I even think I can smell her familiar cunt's juices. And it makes sense that Xiaoshan was being fucked in this room, right?

Could it be that she's dizzy from ejaculating a few times and is hungry? Am I just hallucinating?

"I'm so hungry. Xiaoshan, are you hungry too? Come out." I blurted out unconsciously. Right, what about the seafood fried rice I bought? In my excitement, I think I carelessly tossed it by the upstairs door; it's probably cold now.

I shook my head. Damn it, still thinking about food at a time like this, you cuckold.

I deduced that Xiaoshan was...

Could she be hiding somewhere? Scanning the room, I thought, "Under the pool table, in the big cardboard box next to the bar, inside the bar—anywhere could she be hiding. Xiaoshan might have hidden quickly!"

My heart raced again, and like someone eager to uncover the answer, I went inside. Anywhere she could hide, I could find my girlfriend, sweating profusely, semen at the corner of her mouth, her pussy oozing white fluid, a lewd smile on her face. If she suddenly jumped into my arms, would I kiss her or not?

Definitely. Normally, I even find the taste of my own semen in her mouth repulsive, but at this moment, I would savor the stench of other men's dicks and semen in her mouth, and then, with the white fluid overflowing from her pussy, I would fuck this little bitch, this slut, this whore who had been hiding from me all night. It would be incredibly slippery, my dick would slide right to the bottom.

Under the first pool table, nothing. Under the second pool table, nothing. In the big cardboard box, nothing! Still nothing behind the bar!! Standing at the bar, looking back at the entire room, there was nowhere else for her to hide.

Was I wrong?! Was Xiaoshan really dragged into some room by Luca? Was all my previous assumptions just my imagination?

I thought I could finally catch that little slut red-handed, but I was wrong again. "Xiaoshan, where are you?!" I yelled. Damn it, she's hiding too well. The only answers I got were the disco music from the activity room, the moans of AV actresses on TV, and the seemingly amused looks from the other men in the room.

Was she really being fucked in some room? Just then, my phone vibrated. I took it out and saw a WeChat message from Xiaoshan: "Honey, I heard your voice. Are you in the pool hall? Wait a minute, okay? I can't stop yet~" Holy crap, Xiaoshan finally admitted to being fucked! From flirting with her about being fucked in the past, to seeing her panties that seemed to have been used, to finally admitting it herself, her cuckoldry skills have been upgraded step by step! But to be honest, I wasn't as excited as I had imagined. Maybe the gangbang scene I had just imagined was too intense. Knowing that she was only fucked by Luca made me feel a little disappointed.

I called Xiaoshan, but damn it, she still didn't answer. I went back into the dormitory area, "Xiaoshan! Xiaoshan!

You replied to my WeChat message, just say something! If you won't let me see you being fucked, at least let me hear your moans!" Anyway, besides Luca, probably no one else understands Chinese, so I just shouted. But I still didn't get any response. It seems this game of hide-and-seek is going to continue.

Maybe Xiaoshan was biting her lip, trying her best to keep quiet; maybe Luca was deliberately covering Xiaoshan's mouth with one hand while fucking her, just to prevent me, her legitimate husband, from hearing Xiaoshan's moans; maybe Xiaoshan's mouth was stuffed with underwear—it could only be Luca's, her own was in my pocket, and Xiaoshan's once fragrant mouth, which I could never get enough of, was now filled with a stranger's dirty underwear that had been worn for who knows how many days; maybe Luca was in a shared room, and his roommate had contributed another penis, which was now stuffed into Xiaoshan's mouth, deep-throating my dear wife with Luca's thrusting rhythm. Although Xiaoshan was used to my length for deep-throating, a longer penis would touch places I had never touched before, making her gag and try her best to please the owner of that penis.

Damn it, it seems they just don't want me to hear, they just want me to suffocate. I didn't like this surprise anymore, and I didn't feel like staying in the dormitory area any longer. After calling out and seeing that Xiaoshan didn't respond, I slumped my head and returned to the activity room with no interest. Sigh, I guess I'll just have to wait until Xiaoshan is used up by someone else before I take her back to the hotel. I wonder what time it 'll take.

Once inside the activity room, not knowing what to do, I stood by the pool table and watched the game being played, surrounded by onlookers. Since the table was surrounded by sofas, all of which were full, I stood at one corner of the table, close enough to see clearly without blocking the view of those on the sofas. Everyone stared at me as I walked over. No wonder, I'd be alert if a stranger suddenly walked into my vicinity. "Hey guys, just water," I greeted. The black guy playing pool responded with a welcome, "Hey buddy, water nicely." Oh, they were playing eight-ball. I was shocked by what I saw; the two guys playing were... utterly terrible. I could play better than them even with my eyes closed and just poking with the cue stick.

The black guy playing golf was standing diagonally opposite me, aiming so intently he was practically lying on the table. After aiming for several minutes, I got impatient and finally took a shot—and what the heck? A miss! Are you kidding me? The cue ball rolled weakly a few times, not even touching a single ball. So amateurish! And the equipment was as bad as ever; many balls were wet and dirty, and the tablecloth was stained with water everywhere. Not surprising, though. With so many people gathered together, and it being hot, almost everyone was shirtless and sweating profusely; they probably dripped sweat onto the tablecloth while playing. Foreigners are physically fit; these guys are all quite strong, mostly over 1.8 meters tall, either muscular or with big beer bellies—not a single skinny guy, otherwise they wouldn't sweat so much.

There were some whitish water stains on the tablecloth. Holy crap, saliva? Phlegm? Snot? Milk? Or semen? With so many dirty, rough men gathered together, anything could happen. I instinctively stepped back a little and removed my hand from the side of the table. Holy crap, I instinctively braced my hand on the table and felt some sticky liquid on my hand—it was disgusting! But I couldn't show it too obviously, so I secretly wiped my foot on the sole of my shoe. The sole was wet too. I looked down at the ground; the area around the pool table was all wet and sticky. Holy crap, this was horrible! I

resisted the urge to wash my hands immediately and pretended to be calm, watching for a few more minutes. I couldn't leave after just a few minutes; it would be embarrassing, like I was criticizing their playing. But they really were playing badly. The black guy missed a shot, and the white guy took over. He got the free ball to my diagonal and then crouched down to aim. Holy crap, were these guys taught by the same teacher? Their form was so bad; their bodies were pressed against the tablecloth, their waists against the edge of the table. How the hell could they possibly play?

This white guy was even weirder; he stuck his butt out, and how should I put it? The pose looked like an invisible person was supporting his butt, about to penetrate him. Then he suddenly pressed his butt down, as if the invisible person had already entered him.

Then this guy's butt started swaying to the rhythm of the disco music, with a look of pleasure and lewdness on his face. Holy crap, was there really an invisible person? The more I looked at him, the more it looked like he was being fucked! It was probably some kind of lewd dance. The people around him, watching this guy show off, clapped, cheered, and whistled along with his beat, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

I got caught up in it too, clapping and cheering. Seeing me, an Asian friend, cheering, they became even more enthusiastic, cheering and clapping at me, as if welcoming me into their family! Foreigners are so hospitable; instantly, I felt less of a barrier between myself and these strangers.

While clapping, I felt some sticky residue from not wiping it off between my hands, which was stringy. I endured it, waiting for the white guy to finish dancing before quickly washing my hands!

The guy in white jumped faster and faster, hehe, looks like the invisible man is about to shoot, sprinting to finish him off! His movements became increasingly vigorous, even shaking the pool table a bit, until finally he suddenly straightened up, let out a long sigh, hahaha, the invisible man shot! I burst out laughing at the scene I had imagined; his dance was perfectly synchronized with my imagination! His expression was spot-on too. Did he actually shoot himself while dancing?

After his dance, the guy in white listlessly took a shot, the cue ball softly hitting several other balls, missing them all. He played terribly. If I knew them better, I'd join them. I wasn't a great student as a kid, but I was a pro at pool, video games, soccer, and basketball.

The guy in white put his hands under the table and did something, then stood up. Had he really ejaculated? Like me, with semen all over his pants? It was really uncomfortable at first, but I'm used to it now… The guy in white stood up; his crotch wasn't soaked. Looks like he was just dancing and didn't actually ejaculate. But his expression was spot-on! He really looked like he'd ejaculated—a true Oscar winner! After the guy in white came off the stage, instead of the black guy who slid the lever up, three other guys came up and sat in the spot where the guy in white had been, starting to move to the music.

Holy crap, I see now! This isn't pool, it's awkward dancing! Otherwise, why would anyone be watching when they're playing so badly?

What kind of routine is this?! This dance is so lewd. I couldn't bear to watch anymore; it's completely lacking in aesthetics. If a naked young woman were dancing like this, I might watch and even give her a standing ovation. "Go wash your hands quickly," I thought, giving two thumbs-up to the three people on the pool table—no, the stage—before turning and heading towards the dormitory toilet.

I heard cheers, applause, and bursts of laughter behind me; those three were probably doing something stupid to amuse everyone again. I didn't bother looking back and just quickly washed my hands!

After washing my hands in the toilet, I went into a stall to wipe the semen from my crotch. It was sticky and uncomfortable; I'd been thinking about Xiaoshan and hadn't thought to wipe it off. There was no toilet paper in this run-down toilet. After thinking for a while, I pulled out Xiaoshan's underwear from my pocket. "I'll use this to wipe it off!" I wiped the semen haphazardly from my underwear, then buried my nose deep in it and smelled it, imagining Xiaoshan being fucked in some room behind me. My penis swelled up and turned purple again.

With each deep breath, the stench of the toilet seeped into the gaps in my underwear—a mixture of foul smells, vaginal fluids, and semen. I imagined Xiaoshan being pressed against this filthy toilet in front of me, her tender little face, which I'd licked countless times, pressed against the toilet seat that had been smeared with countless dirty asses. Her ass was sticking out as she was brutally fucked by a huge cock. Afterwards, I wouldn't pull out, but instead urinate directly into Xiaoshan's vagina, urinate on her body. Then I'd throw the soaking wet, exhausted Xiaoshan into the men's restroom, waiting for the next person to come.

While thinking this, I masturbated with Xiaoshan's underwear. The sticky underwear clung to my cock, like lubricant. Accompanied by my fantasies of Xiaoshan as a male toilet sex toy, within minutes, my cock ejaculated again. And even after ejaculating twice, the semen was so intense that almost all of it splattered onto the toilet wall, mingling with many old semen stains. If Xiaoshan were fucked in the toilet, and before she even climaxed, the man ejaculated on the wall, would Xiaoshan, controlled by lust, just lie down on the wall and lick up all that semen left by countless men?

Thinking of this, my penis, which was about to ejaculate, twitched twice more and released a stream of almost transparent liquid. My penis was a little sore afterward. Damn, I ejaculated three times in one night, and the amounts were all quite large. I felt slightly dizzy, and with the hunger, I was even experiencing low blood sugar. No, I need to hurry back to the activity room sofa and sit down. Even if the fried rice is cold, I have to find something to eat quickly.

Leaving the bathroom and walking down the corridor of the accommodation area, suddenly the door to the activity room opposite was pushed open, and a large group of people cheered and squeezed in. What's going on? Looking closer, I saw that there was a cart like those used for transporting bar crates in the middle, with crates from the freezer next to the bar on the cart. The openings of the crates were sealed with tape. The crates were empty when I checked earlier, so why were they sealed?

A white guy with his pants down to his calves was also standing on the cart, his big white butt facing me, and it looked like his penis was inserted into the hole in the crate. This guy was actually fucking the crate! There were people pushing a flatbed cart behind him. Holy crap, is this some kind of parade? The people around were cheering and shouting. These guys must have drunk a lot; they were all so high. They probably got drunk watching them play ball earlier, which explained their terrible performance and their awkward dancing while playing.

I quickly pressed myself against the wall to make way for these drunks, and they waved their arms, cheering me not to get hit. As this bizarre float passed by, through the gaps in the crowd, I saw the white guy manipulating the box had a 20-centimeter penis, thrusting it repeatedly into the hole in the box, the crowd clapping in rhythm with him. He was even doing something so energetic with an empty box; foreigners really have a strange way of thinking.

The float stopped abruptly next to me. This guy, probably seeing a new audience member, got a little carried away, greeting me while thrusting violently. The box shook with his intense thrusting, and he was shouting things like "Pita, Water, Podidam," and the crowd cheered excitedly along with him.

Sigh, you only realize how little you know when you need it most. I should have studied English more.

Because it was right next to me, I could clearly see the details of this guy manipulating the box. His 20-centimeter-long penis was completely inserted and withdrawn from the hole in the box. If there were a woman inside, she would definitely be having a blast.

Looking closely, his penis was even reflecting light, as if he were really having sex, covered in vaginal fluid. To be honest, if I hadn't thoroughly searched the activity room and not found Xiaoshan, I would now seriously suspect that my beloved girlfriend was hiding in the box, acting as a sex toy.

The guy on the "float" thrust faster and faster, and started moaning; it sounded like he had ejaculated! People around laughed. It was indeed funny; he ejaculated even while inserting air. This premature ejaculation was quite severe. A guy in the crowd pushed aside the premature ejaculation man, stepped onto the flatbed cart, pulled down his pants, and took over the premature ejaculation man's float performance position. Is

this where the cart is supposed to be? Although watching their stupid performance was quite amusing, I'm hungry! The crowd was so dense I couldn't even squeeze my way back to the activity room, so I just leaned against the wall and continued watching their performance.

The guy who came on stage had a semi-erect penis and shoved it into the hole in the box. I was watching the spectacle, refusing to believe a semi-erect penis could get hard. But this guy was truly gifted; even semi-erect, it was over ten centimeters long, probably twenty-five centimeters when fully erect. To my surprise, after shoving it in, he pressed his body against the box for half a minute, then pulled it out and it was hard! It really was twenty-five centimeters! This guy must have a lot of porn in his head; he can just stand there and fantasize to get his penis working! If my English were better, I'd have to ask this guy for advice. Next time, when Xiaoshan keeps squeezing me and then greedily demands more, but I can't get an erection, I can use my imagination to regain my virility.

Xiaoshan is truly insatiable; thinking about it, I've never truly satisfied this little slut! Sigh, I wonder which room she's being fed in now, and whether Luca can satisfy Kosugi's cunt all by himself.

After the new big-dicked guy started thrusting into the box, the parade continued. Where are they going?

Looks like they're heading towards the toilet. Holy crap, what are they doing? A toilet fantasy contest? Do these people want to fill this box with their semen? Is this some kind of religious activity? And with a box this big, even if they were to ejaculate, it would only be enough to cover the bottom.

I wonder what they're doing. Or did a woman really get stuffed into the box when I went to the toilet? That's quite possible! That woman is so lewd. Stuffed into the box, it's pitch black and she can't see anything except a hole with a huge cock that she doesn't even know whose is sticking in. And the woman inside, in that limited space, is trying her best to stick her ass out and bring her most private parts to the hole in the box so she can be pleasured.

I imagined the position. The box wasn't big, and to pull off that kind of fucking move would require great flexibility. Xiaoshan, who's trained in dance, could definitely do it! It's a pity Xiaoshan is in a room, not in this box. Damn, I actually used the word "pity"!

If Xiaoshan were really inside me, a meter away, separated by a thin layer of corrugated cardboard, being fucked by a 25cm-long cock, with a dozen people lining up and cheering, wouldn't that be the highest level of cuckoldry?!

"Xiaoshan!" I called out to the box almost unconsciously. Whether it was a coincidence or I was a little delirious, I felt the box shake even more violently after I called my girlfriend's name. It was as if Xiaoshan was really inside. Thinking about this, my cock started to get hard again, but I was really exhausted; it was only half-filled and wouldn't get hard.

Several closed doors on both sides opened at the sound, but Luca and Kosugi weren't there. They were probably too caught up in the excitement to bother with these drunks. Some people, men and women alike, went outside to join the crowd. Wow, isn't that woman afraid of being gang-raped? She's really something else. I'll stay out of the fun for now, go grab a bite to eat and rest. My head's spinning and my stomach hurts, I need to replenish my energy. After I'm full, hehe, I'll also want to see this lewd party.

Back in the activity room, it was empty; everyone's gone to watch the parade. Only a waiter stood at the corner bar—the guy who told me Kosugi was upstairs. I went over, greeted him, and plopped down on the sofa next to the bar, surrounded by the TV. This sofa was really uncomfortable; the cushion under my butt was so dirty I couldn't even tell its original color, it was thin, and there was some junk underneath, making it a little uncomfortable.

Forget it, I'm notoriously lazy. I'm too lazy to even move to a different sofa, and I don't dare lift the cushions to clean it. This sofa is so dirty, who knows what's underneath? Out of sight, out of mind.

Just then, the waiter brought me a bag with two takeout containers. Holy crap, this is the fried rice I just left! He probably came upstairs after me, saw it at the door, and brought it in for me. "Thank you, thank you!" I quickly took the containers. The guy smiled at me and nodded slightly in return, "My pleasure." After seeing so many shirtless burly men, this guy was a real gentleman. A neatly dressed, chubby white guy, he looked incredibly harmless. He gave me directions earlier, and now he's making me fried rice—a big plus. I quickly pulled out a 100 baht note as a tip, and he gave me a bright, sunny smile. The lewdness and frustration of the night seemed to fade away considerably.

The fried rice was still hot! I looked up in surprise. The waiter guessed what I meant and smiled, pointing to the microwave on the counter. So thoughtful! Much more considerate than Xiaoshan who toyed with me all night. If it were a beautiful woman, it would be perfect. I gave the waiter a thumbs up. Maybe it was because I was so hungry, but the seafood fried rice tasted incredibly delicious. Also, it was freshly microwaved; each grain of rice was especially soft. Besides the fresh, fishy smell of seafood, there was a unique aroma—familiar yet incredibly alluring.

Yes!!! It even smelled a bit like the sexy, wanton female hormones emanating from Xiaoshan during her climax, centered around her vagina. The word "sexy" popped into my head. In the movie *The God of Cookery*, the "Heartbreak Rice" evoked first love; this seafood fried rice actually tasted like my first time. Thai spices are truly amazing!

[The End]

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