Young and beautiful married woman - Ah Zhen

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Yanwen is 21 years old this year. Due to life reasons, he did not continue his studies and found a job in Jiedaokou. The job requires him to travel frequently, which he enjoys. The city is very prosperous, so Yanwen searched for a long time before finding a place to stay. Although the rent was not expensive, you can imagine what the environment was like.

The house was not big, with only three rooms. The largest room was occupied by a mother and daughter and her boyfriend. The woman was in her 50s and called Fang Jie. The man was called A Zhu and was about 45 years old. He was not only bald but also had a lewd appearance. The next room was occupied by a family of three. The male head of the household, Xu Sheng, was an old man of about 75 years old. He was the type of person who talked more than he drank. The woman was called A Zhen and was about 25 years old. She had a 6-year-old son. It was a typical case of an older man marrying a younger woman.

Xu Sheng worked as a security guard and worked the night shift, so he was not at home at night. Only A Zhen was at home taking care of the child. A Zhen was tall, so when she went shopping with Xu Sheng, she would walk in front, followed by an old man who was her husband. Because they married and had a son early, Ah Zhen had fair skin with a rosy glow, long flowing hair, and often wore ankle boots. Her firm, full hips attracted a lot of attention, and almost everyone who saw the couple sighed and then expressed envy.

Xu Sheng had some reservations about this, but didn't say anything directly, and he couldn't think about it because of work. Ah Zhen, however, was self-controlled. Originally from Sichuan, she was quiet and reserved, avoiding trouble. Sometimes she would work part-time at McDonald's or similar places, and the family of three lived happily together.

Yan Wen lived in the furthest small room, which consisted of a bed and a computer. He wasn't the type to cause trouble, so he stayed in his room after work. He was a nice person, often helping out in the room, and most importantly, he was young, so neither Fang Jie nor Xu Sheng's family had any suspicion of him.

Of course, Yanwen had no intention of harming anyone. When it got hot, he would pass by Azhen's door on his way to the shower, and Azhen would glance at him intentionally or unintentionally. After all, in this workplace, Yanwen was one of the closest in age to her, but unfortunately, they never spoke.

Once, Azhen had too much chicken soup and asked Xu Sheng to ladle a bowl for Yanwen. Yanwen politely thanked him repeatedly. This was their first contact, but in reality, Yanwen was resistant to the advances of this young married woman; he still had his moral bottom line.

Fangjie saw all this but remained silent. It was none of her business; she just needed to collect the rent. Plus, her boyfriend Azhu treated her well, so she was content and didn't care about outside affairs. However, she couldn't realize that every time Azhu went to the kitchen and passed Azhen's door, he would secretly peek, perhaps even catching a glimpse of Azhen's white breast as she bent over sweeping the floor, which would give him a moment of self-satisfaction.

Ah Zhen was aware of the bald man's lewd gaze, but she had no choice; the apartment was small, so she had to endure it. She wouldn't easily approach Ah Zhu alone in the kitchen, but since hanging clothes required passing through, she had to give way. At this time, Ah Zhu would glance at Ah Zhen's round buttocks with his triangular eyes. Old men, middle-aged men, men, old women, and young women formed a tacitly harmonious scene in this unit. Everyone had their own things to do, living under the same roof—that was the charm of renting a place.

Ah Zhen had a fellow villager named Ah Lin, who had come to the city early. She wasn't old, but her husband didn't seem to mind, so she was lucky to have found a good family. Ah Lin had big eyes, a student-style hairstyle, wasn't tall, and had high, firm breasts that made you want to grab her, but her innocent gaze softened your heart. She was the kind of person who grew more adorable the more you looked at her; in terms of sexual fantasies, she was top-notch.

Arlene was easygoing, so she and Azhen became fast friends. The two would chat about stories, share funny anecdotes, and occasionally joke about bedroom matters, which would make them laugh out loud. Especially during the quiet afternoons, the dimly lit house was filled with the allure of young women's voices. Yanwen, who wasn't at work that day, was in his room and just chuckled when he heard the sounds.

Yanwen was working on his computer when he heard a cry of pain outside. Curious, he opened the door and found Azhen had slipped and fallen at the bathroom doorway. Being kind-hearted, he bent down to help her up. Azhen had also been badly injured; her fair leg was swollen and red. She limped as Yanwen helped her back to her room, where Yanwen finally had a chance to look around.

A large bed, presumably for the whole family, sat on a small table cluttered with items like a rice cooker—clearly a result of the limited space. A refrigerator and a television were also present, and in the summer heat, a fan added a breeze that gently lifted Ah Zhen's thin clothes, inadvertently revealing her full breasts. As Ah Zhen bent over, supporting her legs, a small pink nipple was faintly visible through her cleavage, leaving Yan Wen speechless.

He never imagined that this woman, married and a mother for six or seven years, would have such a figure. In the dimly lit corner of the room, this scene added to the allure. Ah Zhen, unaware of the fall, frowned, clearly having hurt herself. Yan Wen saw this, turned back to the room, retrieved a bottle of iodine, and handed it to her. Ah Zhen thanked him and applied it herself, letting out a cry of pain from the iodine's irritation. Yan Wen immediately knelt down and blew on it, which actually made Ah Zhen feel much better. "

What happened?" At this moment, Arlene came out of the bathroom and was surprised to see this scene. She clumsily helped, and as she squatted down, her white, tight-fitting tank top pushed up her two fair breasts. Yanwen stared, mesmerized by the sight of the two young women squatting on the ground with their four fair breasts. Unconsciously, his underwear bulged up. Fortunately, the two young women didn't have time to think about it. After watching for a few minutes, Yanwen left the room and ran back to his own room. He masturbated a few times, ejaculating into his underwear.

At this moment, Azhen finished applying the medicated wine, saw Arlene off, and walked to Yanwen's door to return the medicated wine to him. Yanwen, having ejaculated, lay sprawled on the small bed with a look of pure bliss. His face and wet pants made Azhen, who was already climaxing, understand. Yanwen heard footsteps and quickly got up. He found Azhen gently biting her lips, looking intoxicated. "Here, thank you," Azhen handed it to Yanwen and then continued to stand there, stunned.

Yanwen, having received the medicinal wine, was at a loss for words. Then he remembered that his pants were still damp, so he turned and rushed into the room, slamming the door shut. Outside, Ah Zhen let out a hesitant "uh," probably not expecting Yanwen to be so shy. Ah Zhen didn't change her mind and went back to her room. At this moment, Ah Zhen's husband returned from grocery shopping. He closed the iron gate, and a ray of sunlight slanted into the room, illuminating Ah Zhen's breasts, which were particularly alluring. The seventy-something-year-old man couldn't resist any longer. He put down the vegetables he was carrying, hurried a few steps to the bedside, and pressed Ah Zhen down on his own.

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At this moment, Ah Zhen, who was still not in a daze, was still thinking about the small piece of semen on Yan Wen's pants, and a surge of sexual desire welled up in her heart. In addition, the feeling of her breasts softening when the old man grabbed them made her feel weak. The old man took off his shirt, and the smell of sweat in the summer filled the whole room. In addition, Ah Zhen did not turn on the air conditioner because she was trying to save money. The smell of urine after the old man took off his pants made Ah Zhen gag slightly. There was no gentle prelude like on TV or the stimulation like in Japanese movies. After the old man unzipped his pants, he spread Ah Zhen's fair thighs and directly inserted his urine-smelling glans into Ah Zhen's clitoris, which was still not feeling anything.

Ah Zhen let out a cry, which immediately aroused the old man. He found the entrance to her vagina and, ignoring the fact that there was no lubrication, thrust it in hard. Ah Zhen cried out even louder, and Yan Wen in the next room heard it. Ah Zhen cried out in pain, which made the old man even more delighted and revealed his domineering male gaze. But what the old man didn't know was that Ah Zhen cried out because the old man's hand was directly grabbing the injured area on her knee. The second cry was the pain from the old man's glans rubbing against her dry vagina.

Ah Zhen was used to it; she knew the old man's penetration wouldn't last long, which lessened her surging desire considerably. In the dimly lit room, a ray of sunlight slanted in, and the fan in the corner creaked. An old man was on top of a young woman, sweating profusely, weakly thrusting his dark penis. Their eyes didn't meet; the woman seemed to be going through the motions as if she were doing homework. Yan Wen took his changed underwear to the bathroom to wash it. In that instant, the poorly concealed doorway caught a glimpse of the scene inside. Blood was flowing from Ah Zhen's leg... Just as Ah Zhen had expected, a few minutes later, the old man pulled out his penis and lay sprawled on the bed. The glans was reduced to a small piece by the foreskin. A few drops of white fluid flowed from Ah Zhen's swollen vulva, and a scratch mark was visible on her white breasts. Because there had been almost no foreplay, she was still wearing her white tank top and bra. Ah Zhen glanced at the old man but didn't say anything. She pulled up her underwear and limped out of the room. Yan Wen couldn't hide in time and could only turn around and go into the bathroom to wash his underwear.

Ah Zhen saw the half-open door and Yan Wen squatting in the toilet washing his underwear. She seemed to sense something but couldn't bring herself to ask. Semen dripped down Ah Zhen's thigh. Ashamed, she could only go back to her room to get toilet paper to wipe herself. The old man's eyes returned to their dull state. Looking at the young woman in front of him, whom he could no longer fully control, he took out vegetables to cook. When he passed by the toilet, he saw Yan Wen and greeted him warmly. "You didn't go to work today?" he asked. Yan Wen

replied that he was going on a business trip tomorrow. Ah Zhen picked up the child and returned home in the evening. The three of them ate dinner around 6 p.m. Then the old man went to his night shift. Fang Jie's family went back to visit relatives and hadn't returned yet. As usual, Yan Wen went out to buy a lunchbox. When he passed by the kitchen, he saw Ah Zhen, still wearing a white tank top, and turned around. It was the first time Yan Wen had seen Ah Zhen face-to-face. She had regular features, and if a little color were added, she would attract a lot of suitors. Although she had given birth, she didn't have any wrinkles around her eyes and looked so refined. If she wore glasses, a sense of innocence would arise.

Their eyes met, an indescribable exchange, a feeling that suggested they both knew something and what to do, yet couldn't communicate verbally. After dinner, Yanwen went outside with a trash bag and saw Ah Zhen teaching a child to read at the table. The table wasn't high, and the child obediently called out "Brother." Yanwen, feeling a surge of warmth, went over and asked if he needed help. The child excitedly asked a few questions, and Yanwen inadvertently caught sight of his mother's breasts again. But this time, unlike in the afternoon, he easily saw the cute little red nipples. Ah Zhen wasn't wearing a bra.

Ah Zhen's left hand was touching the child's head, while her right hand held the child's pencil. This posture made her breasts even more exposed at the neckline of her shirt, the two white breasts pressed together. If she hadn't been reading the child's homework aloud, one might have thought she was deliberately posing like this to give Yanwen a feast for the eyes. Of course, Yanwen wasn't stupid; he tilted his head and read along, but his eyes were fixed on her breasts. The nipples rubbing against her clothes were truly suggestive. "Brother, you misread it," the child corrected, waking Yanwen. At that moment, Azhen glanced at Yanwen intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a soft laugh, "Brother, you're looking in the wrong place."

Of the three rooms in the unit, this seemed to be a family of three. Yanwen grew bolder, glancing again and smiling silently. In this scene, everyone was teaching the child to read, but no one's eyes were on the textbook. Yanwen, his penis erect, looked at Azhen and said, "It's late, I'm going to sleep," receiving only a soft sigh from Azhen behind him. Later that night, Yanwen masturbated for the second time that day. He heard a knock at the door. He opened it and saw Azhen standing there. The living room was dark, with only the dim light from the red candle on the altar, not bright but arousing. "

What is it?" Yanwen asked. Ah Zhen said she didn't know when Fang Jie would be back, and she needed to pay the rent... In this setting, it was illogical for a young woman in shorts and a tank top to be with a man in only athletic shorts. Everyone understood what was needed, so without further ado, Yan Wen, who had just finished masturbating, suddenly hugged Ah Zhen. The soft and boneless Ah Zhen immediately lay in Yan Wen's arms. Yan Wen pulled Ah Zhen into the room and sat her on the bed. The lights were off, and Ah Zhen looked at the tiny room by the glow of the computer screen. Her heart was pounding, and the exciting scene immediately made Ah Zhen's underwear wet.

Yanwen clearly seemed inexperienced in sex. He pressed his lips to Azhen's breasts and began sucking like a child. Azhen freed one hand to stroke Yanwen's hair, closed her eyes, and gently exhaled her fragrant tongue. Azhen's nipples were small because she had lost her virginity to an old man in a border town when she was twenty, and became pregnant afterward. Her child had never been breastfed but instead fed formula, making Azhen's nipples particularly sensitive. Now, under Yanwen's passionate licking, they became even firmer, and Azhen's panties were instantly soaked… Yanwen, being young, pulled down his pants while still sucking on her nipple, revealing his not-so-long but thick penis. His right hand then pulled down Azhen's shorts. Azhen was a little dazed at this point, but not completely dazed. She gently grasped Yanwen's penis, which was about to enter her, and murmured, "Where's the condom?" Yanwen was stunned. He hurriedly said, "No, I don't need one." Azhen insisted, "No, you have to use a condom." Yanwen panicked and blurted out, "Didn't your husband not need it this afternoon?"

Azhen didn't say anything more, a sudden wave of shyness washing over her. It was the first time someone had seen her making love with her husband. Her shame wasn't just about the act itself, but about being seen intimately with an older man. When they went shopping, she always walked ahead of her husband, afraid of being stared at. Now Yanwen had seen it all, and she felt incredibly anxious and embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Yanwen's thoughts were less complicated. He was focused solely on inserting his penis into Azhen's body. In those few seconds of Azhen's distraction, Yanwen's penis pressed against the entrance of her vagina. It was slippery, and Azhen was very wet; half of his glans entered her. The rubbing of the glans against the entrance of her vagina awakened the anxious Ah Zhen. She suddenly pushed Yan Wen away, insisting that there was no condom, no, no. Ah Zhen abruptly rolled over, pulled up her pants, opened the door, and went back to her room, leaving Yan Wen sitting blankly on the bed, still savoring the feeling of his penis being halfway inside.

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Ah Zhen returned to her room, sat on the bed, and looked at her sleeping child, asking herself, "What's wrong with me? How did I become like this? I've become a slut..." There was a soft knock at the door. Without asking, she knew it was Yan Wen. Ah Zhen responded softly, "Don't knock, I... I won't open the door." Yan Wen became a little anxious, and the knocking became louder. Afraid of waking the child, Ah Zhen reluctantly opened the door. Yan Wen slipped in, and his lips touched hers. Ah Zhen pulled away. Yan Wen said, "Come on, you're already feeling so uncomfortable."

Ah Zhen's heart softened upon hearing this, and she accepted Yan Wen's hand as he touched her breast. Yan Wen pounced on her like a tiger on a rabbit. Ah Zhen suddenly remembered that the child was nearby, so she breathed into Yan Wen's ear and said, "Let's...do it here?" Yan Wen thought, "How can this be? What if the child wakes up and opens his eyes if we move too much?" Ah Zhen chuckled, "It's okay, I know my son is sound asleep." Yan Wen thought this was fine too. "The mother has already given herself to me, what am I afraid of?" So he pulled down his pants and took out his penis again.

Ah Zhen let Yan Wen touch her, making moaning sounds again. It was the first time a young man had touched her like this. If Ah Lin hadn't talked to her about the allure of young men that afternoon, she would never have dared to act like a slut tonight. Thinking about this, Ah Zhen freed one hand and took out her husband's condoms from the closet, tore one open, and gave it to Yan Wen. Yan Wen saw that he wouldn't be able to ejaculate inside her tonight, so he took it. At this moment, the iron gate of the front door rattled... The iron gate was a pull-open type, so only a key could open it. It was already 12 o'clock at night, Fang Jie's family was out of town, and Yan Wen was in Ah Zhen's room. Could it be her husband? Yan Wen immediately tensed up, and the nipple he had spat out of his mouth jumped up, showing how nervous he was. But strangely, Ah Zhen wasn't nervous at all. Instead, she comforted Yan Wen, pulled down the bra she had pulled up for him, and went to open the door. A dark figure flashed in.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Fang Jie's boyfriend, Baldy, who had molested Ah Zhu. Ah Zhu narrowed her triangular eyes when she saw Ah Zhen. "Still not asleep?" Ah Zhen felt nauseous and politely smiled as she closed the door. Ah Zhu, feeling awkward, walked through the hall and noticed that Yan Wen's door was open. She tiptoed over to look, and just then, Yan Wen, due to excessive nervousness, came out of Ah Zhen's room and was seen by Ah Zhu. After a moment of stunned silence, they all closed their doors.

From that day on, everyone's relationships became ambiguous. Ah Zhen felt disgusted when she saw Ah Zhu, Yan Wen got an erection when he saw Ah Zhen, and Ah Zhen unconsciously moved closer to Yan Wen. Fang Jie gave Yan Wen and Ah Zhen strange looks. Only the old man continued to go to work and live his life as usual.

Ah Zhen would do laundry every night and spin it in an old-fashioned washing machine in a dark corner of the corridor. That night, the old man went to work early, and Ah Zhen finished washing clothes after 11 pm. She held the washing machine with both hands and let it sway. The scene of Yan Wen grabbing her breast with one hand and pinching her nipple with his index and middle fingers involuntarily appeared in her mind. A surge of lust rose in her heart. With a yelp, a figure flashed past Ah Zhen from behind and then pressed against her back. Suddenly, his hands wrapped around Ah Zhen and his hands pressed against her breasts.

Ah Zhen wasn't wearing a bra at night. When he pressed down on her, her two mounds of breasts squeezed together, and then her two nipples touched. The man's two index fingers pressed against her nipples, causing a tingling sensation. Ah Zhen's buttocks involuntarily stick out slightly, pressing against the man's penis. Then she naturally bent over. At this moment, her breasts sagged due to their weight. The stimulation from the man's hands made him let out a satisfied growl deep in his throat. The two didn't speak, just held each other. The man conquered the woman with his index finger. Five minutes wasn't long, but at that moment, with everyone's hearts racing, it felt like an eternity... The man pressed his penis against Ah Zhen through her pants, rubbing it for a while before ejaculating. After another low growl, the man grabbed Ah Zhen's breasts again, his tongue pressing against her earlobe. Ah Zhen went limp again, her hands weak but only managing to grip the washing machine. The corridor, though not short, was filled with clothes. In the absence of light, both of them felt incredibly aroused. Ah Zhen didn't want to turn around because she knew Yan Wen would be embarrassed. Of course, she was also very traditional and felt extremely guilty for doing such a thing. After the man gave her one last hard squeeze, Ah Zhen lowered her head in embarrassment, but her panting betrayed her shy expression. She muttered softly, "How annoying!" Then, after the man left, she went back to her room to change her soaked underwear.

At this moment, Yanwen came out of the room and saw Ah Zhen's fair and rosy face, her ears damp, and two marks showing through her yellow underwear—the effect of her recently softened nipples. She was holding underwear in one hand and a small bucket in the other, panting slightly, seemingly preparing to wash her underwear. Her beauty at that moment was enough to drive any man crazy, and Yanwen was no exception. "What are you looking at? How annoying..." Ah Zhen thought to herself, but pursed her lips and turned away into the bathroom. Leaving a stunned Yanwen, he went back to his room to prepare for a good time. Meanwhile, Ah Zhu tiptoed from Fang Jie's room through the hall to the door, carrying a pair of underwear and throwing them into the trash can outside. Fang Jie always washed his clothes, and she was very sensitive to smelly underwear.

The next morning, Yanwen woke up to find a bowl of soup by the door with a note underneath, saying to drink it while it was hot, as it was nourishing. It seemed to be for him, and since it was still warm, he drank it. Then he rinsed the bowl, washed it, and put it back where it belonged. This business trip lasted for more than ten days. Before leaving, she couldn't help but glance at Ah Zhen's room as

she passed by. Since the incident last night, Ah Zhen's heart had changed. Her first feeling was that she had become young again and fallen into the trap of love. Although this kind of affair had always made her uneasy, Yan Wen's actions last night had given her a different kind of love. After all, she was only 19 years old at the time and had never experienced love before meeting her 65-year-old husband one night while drinking, and she became pregnant without even realizing it.

Like many young people, this mother-to-be had many apps on her phone, her favorite being WeChat's Shake feature. Of course, she knew the boundaries, so she had never added or been added, as her screen name was simply "Xiao Chen". One day, she received a WeChat invitation from a stranger. She was used to rejecting invitations, but when she saw the name: Yan Wen, she immediately jumped out of bed, her heart pounding.

With her husband and child nearby, she excused herself to the restroom, accepted the request, and waited silently. The other person calmly sent her a picture: two hearts with an arrow piercing them. Even the most clueless person would understand its meaning, but she was still unsure if it was him. So she sent a message: "Aren't you on a business trip?" He replied: "Yes, missing you." Now, Ah Zhen felt uneasy.

That night, whether watching the child or doing laundry, her hands never stopped typing. They talked about everything from the weather to love, until Yanwen finally typed: "I like your grandma, touch it." Seeing Ah Zhen blush, he spat and replied: "If you like it, touch it more." Yanwen seemed to enjoy this topic, so he typed again: "How are your nipples tonight? Do you want your brother's gesture?" Ah Zhen didn't seem to appreciate Yanwen's suggestive language and replied: "My nipples are soft, touching them should make them hard." Yanwen continued typing: "Help me touch them, quick, I'm touching my penis here." Ah Zhen immediately understood; he was having an affair. But thinking about how pitiful his business trip was, she decided to satisfy him. So she gently touched his nipple and responded, "I touched it."

Yan Wen persisted, saying, "I'm so tired, can you take a picture for me?" Ah Zhen refused. How could he do that? Besides, typing was too tiring. She replied, "Let's talk about it when I get back. You can't see it now, okay?" She hung up and went back to her room. Just as she closed the door, the iron gate rattled open, and Ah Zhu slipped in, holding a hot phone. Drooling, he gave Ah Zhen a cold, mocking smile. Suddenly, the door opened again. Ah Zhen had forgotten to hang up the laundry and was startled to see Ah Zhu standing in the doorway. Ah Zhu worked in food transportation, and in the summer heat, he was covered in sweat that smelled sour. Ah Zhen immediately covered her nose and walked away. Ah Zhu saw this and gave a cold laugh. "What's so bad about that?"

After hanging up the laundry, Ah Zhen returned to her room, feeling that her earlier rejection might have been too harsh. So she sent a message to Yan Wen: "Are you still there?" This time, Ah Zhen sent the message and eventually fell asleep, exhausted. She didn't reply all night, because Ah Zhen would never have guessed that the phone she sent the message to was lying in Ah Zhu's backpack, switched off. That night, Ah Zhu was having sex with Fang Jie, who was seven years older than him and quite overweight. Fang Jie kept exclaiming how great it felt. Little did she know that Ah Zhu's mind was filled with Ah Zhen's image. That morning, in order to get Ah Zhen's number, he secretly took Ah Zhen's phone next to the rice cooker, dialed his own number, and then deleted it. Or perhaps the fact that he had drunk some alcohol the night before and touched Ah Zhen had given him the courage to do so, making Ah Zhen's image all he could think about tonight.

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After getting up, A-Zhu touched his balding scalp and went out of the room. Fang-jie had gone to work, and there was no one at home. He glanced at A-Zhen's door and knew that A-Zhen had taken the child to school at this time. When he went to the kitchen, he found a pile of clothes in the basin, and a bra was faintly visible. He knew that the pile of clothes belonged to A-Zhen. After all, it was not easy for a young girl to be a mother. She was forgetful. He picked it up and smelled it. It was a mild milky fragrance. He couldn't help himself. His penis, which had just gotten up, quickly became hard again. He used the bra to cover his penis and started stroking it. A stream of sour semen shot into the bra. Before he could even taste it, the iron gate of the front door opened. It was A-Zhen's old man who had returned. A-Zhu quickly threw the bra back, greeted him, changed his clothes, and prepared to go out.

Right at the door, he thought about the evidence he had just committed, so he ran back to take Ah Zhen's bra. Just then, Ah Zhen returned, and Ah Zhu, startled, quickly pulled open the iron gate and went out. His left arm accidentally touched Ah Zhen's chest. Ah Zhen, pale with fright, hadn't expected him to be so reckless, and her nose turned red with embarrassment. At that moment, the old man came out of the toilet after urinating. Seeing Ah Zhen wearing her little boots again, his face immediately fell. Ah Zhen, sensing something was wrong, lowered her head and went into the kitchen. There she immediately saw the bra, half of it sticking out of the basin. She picked it up, and a sour, pungent smell hit her nose. She smelled it and immediately felt nauseous and vomited. This was the bra she had just bought. She couldn't hold back any longer, and Ah Zhen sat on the dirty kitchen floor and cried.

No one comforted her, and no one would comfort her. The old man shouted her name in the room. Ah Zhen couldn't bear to throw away the underwear, so she could only wash it again and again. The old man grew impatient with the shouting in the room, so he came to the kitchen and found Ah Zhen washing things. The tight panties clung tightly to her full buttocks, and the old man was immediately aroused again. He grabbed Ah Zhen, whose hands were covered in soap suds, and turned to leave. Ah Zhen knew what he wanted to do, because whenever the old man was scolded by a customer at the property management office, he would come back in a bad mood in the morning and take it out on her body. Ah Zhen said, "Let me dry my hands," and sighed before following the old man into the room. The old man's panting and groaning could be heard again. A few minutes later, the old man fell asleep, looking exhausted... Just as Ah Zhen was about to wipe off the filth on her body, ding ding ding, her WeChat rang. Ah Zhen hurriedly opened it and saw that Yan Wen had replied. Relieved, Ah Zhen didn't know what to reply. She only saw that Yan Wen had typed a few words: I miss you. Ah Zhen's heart softened. She said nothing, silently went into the restroom, pulled down her bra, and saw the red marks on her right breast from the old man's scratches. She then cupped her left breast and took a picture with her phone. This was her first time taking a selfie, and she hadn't noticed the angle of the phone; even her reflection in the glass was captured. She then opened Yan Wen's chat window, sent the picture, and with a pounding heart, shut down her phone. She knew the old man wouldn't go to sleep so soon afterward, so she went to prepare lunch.

Ah Zhu was at the bus stop. Looking at the dimly lit photo showing clearly pink nipples, he couldn't resist running to a nearby public restroom and masturbating. Perhaps he was getting carried away, because he didn't even notice his phone falling to the floor. A dirty hand quickly picked it up. Before Ah Zhu could react, his phone was gone, leaving him filled with regret. Behind the restroom, a filthy beggar was looking at the same picture on his phone, his hand rubbing his greasy penis through his pants. The foul-smelling semen sprayed all over his pants, making the 70-year-old beggar even more repulsive.

The old beggar's surname was Zhang. He had nowhere to go in his hometown, so he wandered around and has been living like this ever since. It's not that he's poor; he even bought a three-bedroom apartment with the money he earned from begging. But what could he do if he left this profession? So, he rented out the three-bedroom apartment and continued to do as he pleased, enjoying his life. However, his bad habit of not wanting to take a bath made people avoid him. He usually lived on the top floor of Ah Zhen's apartment, the so-called rooftop. When he was hungry, he would eat whatever was available. Ah Zhen would usually hold her nose and avoid him when she saw him. But the kind-hearted Ah Zhen disliked Ah Zhu even more. Therefore, Ah Zhen would take leftover food to the rooftop and put it on the ground for the old beggar to eat. Every time the old beggar saw Ah Zhen, he would be possessed by her.

The old beggar saw Ah Zhen reflected in the mirror of the photo. He hadn't expected that this young woman's breasts, once undressed, would be so full and alluring. The pink nipples and delicate nose complemented each other beautifully, and her slightly pursed lips held a shy, affectionate smile. Excitedly, he masturbated twice while looking at the photo. Just then, Ah Zhu appeared before him. The old beggar was startled. Ah Zhu snatched the phone away and began punching and kicking the old beggar. Many people gathered to watch. Ah Zhen happened to pass by at that moment. She wasn't interested, but she glanced at the photo anyway. Thankfully, she discovered that the person who had assaulted her was none other than A-Zhu, whom she found utterly repulsive, and the victim was an old beggar. However, she lacked the courage to confront A-Zhu, only glaring fiercely at her. A-Zhu slapped the old beggar several times before sulking away. As the crowd dispersed, A-Zhen approached, bent down, and asked the old beggar if he was alright. The old beggar groaned, unable to speak, and the stench emanating from him made A-Zhen want to vomit. But she was too worried to leave him alone, and knowing that calling the police wouldn't help, A-Zhen helped him call a social worker. After confirming the old beggar was alright, she left.

Watching A-Zhen's small, plump buttocks disappear into the distance, the old beggar felt a surge of emotion, thinking how wonderful it would have been if he had touched A-Zhen's hand earlier. Meanwhile, on the bus, A-Zhu opened her phone again, gazing at the picture of A-Zhen. She was plotting how to further obtain the body she so desperately desired. She then sent a text message to A-Zhen on WeChat: "Zhenzhen, nice picture. I couldn't resist running to the toilet and masturbating twice. Zhenzhen, my dear Zhenzhen, I can't hold back anymore, I want to go again. Ugh, how annoying!" Ah Zhen was buying vegetables when this blatant message made her exclaim. She pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and quickly replied: "Don't do this, your health is important, don't do that to yourself anymore..." So for the next few days, Ah Zhen and Ah Zhu spent their time on WeChat, and their conversations became increasingly explicit. Ah Zhu even asked Ah Zhen to record the sound of him touching his clitoris for him at night, and Ah Zhen complied without question, never doubting the identity of Yan Wen on the other end of the phone. But because of this, Ah Zhu would secretly talk to Ah Zhen on the back stairs after returning home. Fang Jie became suspicious of him coming home so late, and even after strict questioning, she couldn't get any answers. But for Ah Zhu, who was more than ten years younger than her, Fang Jie could only ask Ah Zhu to come home earlier. Ah Zhu could only accept this punishment. He knew that Fang Jie was very frugal, so he would need this older woman for the rest of his life, and he could only rely on and obey her.

A knock came at the door. That evening, because the old man was on holiday, Ah Zhen and her family had all eaten dinner at home. Fang Jie and Ah Zhu had gone out shopping. Ah Zhen opened the door, and it was a social worker checking on the elderly beggar living on the rooftop. Knowing that Ah Zhen had helped make the call that day, Ah Zhen accompanied the social worker up to the old beggar's home. They were both stunned by what they saw. The stench was unbearable! A sour stench, garbage everywhere, and filthy scraps scattered all over the place. The old beggar was huddled to one side, the smell of the medicinal wine applied to his body making them want to vomit. Out of politeness, the social worker thanked Ah Zhen, registered the information, and left. Ah Zhen stood at the door, a pang of sadness in her heart. How could this man be like this?

The old beggar's dwelling was dark, but the yellow streetlights outside shone in, making Ah Zhen's figure appear even longer. The light shone through her pale yellow pajamas, easily revealing two freshly peeled penises pressed lightly against her skin. Her white boxer shorts clung tightly to her buttocks. Because of the stench, Ah Zhen's slightly furrowed brows were endearing. The old beggar stared, too stunned to even invite her in, and simply stood there dumbfounded. "Are you alright?" Ah Zhen, completely oblivious to the old beggar's lewd thoughts, was concerned for this man who was about the same age as her husband. "No, no, I'm much better. The social worker just said they'll arrange for me to go to the senior citizens' recreation center. I'll go the day after tomorrow." "Ah, that's great!" Ah Zhen was immediately happy for him. "Where is it?" The old beggar thought for a long time but couldn't remember, only that it seemed quite far. "

It's so late. You're leaving the day after tomorrow. Where are your family?" The old beggar said no, but the pain of family troubles suddenly pierced Ah Zhen's heart. So she discussed with the old beggar that she would help him pack up tomorrow so that it would be easier for him to move to the nursing home. The old beggar was stunned. It was obvious that he could see this fairy sister up close one day. The old beggar watched Ah Zhen leave, and couldn't help but recall the firm, white breasts and the beautiful, flower-like figure with her slightly parted mouth in the mirror that were deeply etched in his mind that day.

[5]

The next morning, after dropping her child off at school, Ah Zhen arrived at the old beggar's house as agreed. Because she was so ugly, Ah Zhen wore a mask and helped sort through the mountain of garbage. The old beggar sat blankly watching. Since Ah Zhen said that her wound had not healed and she did not need help, he could only watch. He had already fucked Ah Zhen at least five times in his mind. It was hot in the summer, and the old beggar's tin shack was soon covered in sweat. Ah Zhen, who was not wary, had no choice. Looking at the old beggar who was squinting, she thought he must be asleep. She thought that no one would come up during this time, so she took off her short shirt and wore only a white camisole. Her body immediately felt much cooler and she was able to work more efficiently. But the old beggar was really uncomfortable. He was cunning and shrewd. He squinted but was not dozing off. Now that Ah Zhen had taken off her clothes, his penis immediately became even more erect.

The room wasn't big, and Ah Zhen wasn't used to wearing perfume, but her natural fragrance was enough to enhance the atmosphere. Outside, sunlight streamed in, and in the small iron shack, a filthy old beggar sat on a small bed watching a stunningly beautiful woman in a white, revealing bra tidying up the smelly garbage. Although she wore a mask, her delicate eyebrows and clear, lovely eyes, especially the cleavage accentuated by the bra, created a breathtakingly alluring scene. Suddenly, the old beggar sighed and burst into tears. Ah Zhen was stunned and asked what was wrong. The old beggar said that no one had ever been so kind to him, never before. Ah Zhen's actions deeply moved him. His hands trembled as he took out a set of keys and handed them to Ah Zhen, saying that this was the three-bedroom apartment he had saved up for his entire life, and now he had rental income. He hoped that Ah Zhen would help look after it at the nursing home, and if he were to pass away, the apartment would belong to Ah Zhen.

Ah Zhen wasn't greedy, but these words made her feel embarrassed. She wasn't after money, but this was clearly a lifeline. Thinking of her child's future and her husband's meager salary, she reluctantly agreed. While she was struggling with this, the old beggar couldn't control himself any longer. Ah Zhen was sitting with him on the dirty little bed, their breasts so close. Although he couldn't see the nipples, the nipples in the photo seemed to beckon him to take a bite. But the experienced old beggar knew he couldn't rush things, so he forced himself to continue raping this beautiful and lovely young woman in his mind for the sixth time. But he was so excited that his wounds started to ache, so he took the opportunity to moan.

Ah Zhen's thoughts were also in turmoil. Seeing the old beggar's pain, she suddenly became even more concerned. Ignoring his stench, she reached out to help him up, smiling gently. "You, lie down and rest. You'll be alright soon. Take this key for now. Let me know if you really need my help..." Now it was the old beggar's turn to panic. He had given her the key partly because no one was watching the house, and partly because he felt he could take advantage of this woman. After all, the house was in his name, so he wasn't afraid. If he took the key back now, it would be a waste. Ah Zhen had no idea what he was thinking. The old beggar pushed the key back, and in doing so, his hand touched the goddess's chest. They were instantly entangled. Ah Zhen's mind was filled with nothing but the key. The only thing she could think about was getting the old beggar to lie down, so she didn't care about anything else. Plus, her little darling was already soaked with sweat, so the old beggar's hand was no problem at all.

The old beggar was now truly aroused. He didn't care about anything else, and his hand slipped inside Ah Zhen's bra, grabbing her breasts. This action made Ah Zhen frown, but because she was holding the old beggar with her left hand and the keys in her right, she couldn't push him away. However, she noticed the old beggar's gaze wasn't on her; this was the old beggar's cunning nature, which she didn't know. She assumed it wasn't intentional. Ah Zhen let the old beggar lie down, and his hand slid even deeper, directly touching her full, moist, tender flesh. Among the tender flesh was a freshly peeled penis—the one she had seen before and thought about every day. Ah Zhen's body went limp again. Her nipples were her Achilles' heel, especially since her husband's preference was to suck her clitoris, not her breasts. Therefore, during sex, Ah Zhen could only reach orgasm by touching her own breasts. The touch made her weak and her heart race, as if she were back to the exciting time with Yan Wen a few nights ago, because those few minutes of caressing that night had indeed brought her to orgasm.

At this moment, Ah Zhen remained silent, as did the old beggar. He didn't look at Ah Zhen, but instead, his left hand, pressed against hers, touched his penis, while his right hand slipped inside Ah Zhen's warm underwear. Ah Zhen, due to his hand, leaned forward, her left hand pressed against the old beggar's neck, her right hand tightly gripping a bunch of keys. Everyone was silent; the moment seemed to have stopped. The only movement was the old beggar's index finger, gently, slowly tapping Ah Zhen's right breast. Each tap made Ah Zhen's body tremble; each tap made her tremble again. Ah Zhen even gently closed her eyes, letting those dirty, calloused fingers tap her tender, pink nipples—nipples that every man would drool over. Frankly, at roughly the same age, the old beggar's touch was hundreds of times better than her husband's. A fleeting thought crossed her mind: if her husband could treat her nipples with such gentleness as this old beggar, she would willingly swallow the semen he always wanted her to swallow. Unfortunately, no one is perfect. Every time she refused such disgusting things, her husband cursed her out.

It didn't last long, about a minute. That minute was enough for the two people on the small bed to climax. The old beggar roared and ejaculated, and Ah Zhen's throat made a slight sound. Both of them climaxed. A single nipple satisfied both of them—such a simple and inexpensive process! The stimulation brought them both to another climax. The old beggar, reluctant to withdraw his hand, collapsed onto the bed. Ah Zhen also slumped down, half-lying on the small bed, her right hand still holding the keys, her left arm gently stroking the old beggar's head. It was like a burst of maternal instinct. At that moment, the stench of the room, the old beggar's sweat, and the stench of semen in his crotch all seemed insignificant. After resting for about a minute, before the old beggar had even recovered, Ah Zhen got up, pulled up her bra, lowered her head, blushed, put on a short-sleeved shirt, and left the old beggar's house without looking back. The old beggar was left bewildered, still savoring the experience. He knew he wouldn't wash his hands tonight, but he hadn't washed his hands in a long time.

Ah Zhen returned home to find her husband already back. He asked where she had been, and she said she had gone to help the social worker. Her husband didn't suspect anything, because helping the social worker was indeed a natural thing for a kind person like Ah Zhen. Ah Zhen took off her soaking wet clothes to take a shower. Seeing that her right nipple, which had been so prominent from being touched by a man, was now completely shrunken and sunken, she blushed and spat, scolding herself. What was wrong with her lately? First Yan Wen touched her, and now the old beggar touched her. What was going on…? But it felt really good, very exciting. She knew neither of them would tell anyone, and she hadn't posed any threat to them. Thinking this, she felt a little relieved. She touched the bunch of keys in her pants again and smiled innocently, seemingly already thinking about her child's future.

[6]

Yan Wen hadn't messaged her on WeChat for the past two days. Although she was a little anxious, she knew very well that she was now a married woman, and her moral compass gradually kept her in check. Yanwen returned from her business trip in the afternoon. Her husband was still asleep. Azhen ran into Yanwen when she went to pick up the children. At the corner of the stairs, Azhen paused for a moment, but quickly recovered and smiled at Yanwen. This beautiful young woman, incredibly lovely and wearing a white bra, made Yanwen stare blankly. Azhen didn't say anything, but she found it strange. Why did his smile seem so unfamiliar? He was completely different from the passionate man she knew on WeChat. No, to put it more simply, Yanwen's pure, boyish charm was completely different from his WeChat persona. But Azhen didn't think too much about it.

That evening, after seeing her husband off and washing dishes in the kitchen, Azhen saw Yanwen carrying a pile of clothes to the washing machine. She said softly, "Put them down, I'll wash them all together later." Yanwen thought, "That's impossible. Why is this young woman so kind and gentle to me now that she's back?" But being the kind person he was, he said with pity, "No need, I can manage myself." Ah Zhen's self-esteem seemed to have vanished. This man had seen her entire body! She had willingly given him even the sounds of her secret lovemaking with her husband that morning. How could he change so quickly? Where had his vows of eternal love on WeChat gone? This sudden emotional outburst made her burst into tears. Yan Wen panicked. Was it really necessary? Why was she crying instead of doing laundry? But when a man sees a woman crying, he has no excuses. So Yan Wen hugged Ah Zhen from behind, his hand instinctively pressing against the breasts he had savored that night. Yan Wen was a little shorter than Ah Zhen, who was around 1.6 meters tall. Ah Zhen cried and lay on the washing machine, in a similar position to the night of their climax last week. But Yan Wen's hand clearly didn't have that same firmness, and he was wearing a ring. Ah Zhen recalled that the index fingers of those hands hadn't been padded like that last time. Ah Zhen was suddenly lost in confusion and went back to her room.

In a state of confusion, Ah Zhen put the child to sleep. Lying in bed, her thoughts still unsettled, she picked up her phone, opened WeChat, and tapped on a chat window with someone named Yanwen. She typed: "Don't you like me anymore? Can we talk over by the washing machine?" She closed her phone, put on some clothes, and went out of her room. She found Yanwen's door still tightly closed. Peeking out the hallway towards Yanwen's window, she saw him engrossed in a mobile game. Logically, he shouldn't have missed the message. Could this not be Yanwen's phone? This was the first time Ah Zhen had this question. If it wasn't him, then who was it? Ah Zhen was plunged into another wave of confusion.

Just then, A-Zhu returned. He didn't see A-Zhen standing in the corner of the dark hallway near the washing machine. As usual, he peeked through A-Zhen's door crack. This action was seen by A-Zhen, making her feel nauseous. A sudden question popped into her head: Could that man be this disgusting man? Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible! A-Zhen shook her head vigorously. Just then, she saw A-Zhu take out his phone, turn it on, and go into the bathroom. A series of WeChat notifications rang out. A-Zhen froze. Then her phone rang, displaying a message: "How could I not miss you? I think about you every day, I miss your nipples, darling. Remember to put your bra in the second drawer on the left in the living room tomorrow morning. Don't wash it, okay? I want it to smell like milk..." A-Zhen then walked out of the house without looking back and ran to the stairwell to vomit.

How could it be him? How could it possibly be him? A-Zhen's mind was even more confused. Wanting some peace and quiet, she involuntarily went up to the rooftop. The slightly hot summer breeze made her even more confused. Oh, how could this happen?! Still unable to understand, the reserved woman walked on until she saw the old beggar's tin shack again. Oh, he's leaving tomorrow; she wondered if he'd finished tidying up. So she tiptoed and peeked inside. What she saw made her blush crimson. The room was still dimly lit, much like when she left that morning. The old beggar sat on the bed, with an empty lunchbox and a half-empty bottle of strong liquor on a stool. Then, a scene that made her blush even more was the old beggar holding a woman's bra, smelling it and moaning. It was obvious what he was doing, but what made Ah Zhen even more embarrassed and surprised was that the bra in the old beggar's hand was the one she had lost a few days ago. She thought it had fallen downstairs, but now it was in the old beggar's hands, and it looked so well preserved, even though the inner fabric was wrinkled. She didn't know that this bra was the old beggar's most pleasurable instrument every night.

A blush crept across Ah Zhen's face. She turned to leave, but the doorway she was holding onto wasn't locked and opened easily. The old beggar hadn't expected anyone to come so late; his penis recoiled, and he clutched the blanket tightly to cover it. Standing in the doorway was none other than the goddess he'd been dreaming of. Her face was a mixture of confusion, shyness, and surprise. She wore a thin white Giordano short-sleeved shirt, her nipples barely concealed, as if yearning for their owner. Her arms were crossed, clearly she wasn't wearing a bra; a jacket was draped over her shoulders, and her sweatpants revealed she was still wearing her boxer shorts. Her toes, free of nail polish, peeked out from her slippers, exuding a classic, pure beauty that would once again fuel any man's fantasies. "Give it to me

!" Ah Zhen held out her hand. "What?" The old beggar lowered his head. "Give it to me!" Ah Zhen's nose was red with tears. "You bad man, give it to me!" Ah Zhen panicked and rushed in, grabbing the bra from the old beggar's hand. "No, no, this is mine! Mine! I need to look at it every night to fall asleep. You can't take it away! This is my most precious thing..." Ah Zhen suddenly loosened her grip. "What did you say?" "This is my most precious thing! I traded my house for it!" the old beggar cried out. Ah Zhen's heart was filled with a jumble of emotions. Never before had a man so sincerely and directly acknowledged her importance. Even when her husband first took her virginity, she looked at this foul-smelling man on top of her and thought he was her everything, but there was no tenderness to speak of. These words directly sweetened her heart, enough to overshadow the direct and blatant sexual and ambiguous words Ah Zhu had uttered these past few days. "

Okay, you can keep it, just don't damage it. I want it, to wear..." Ah Zhen was already devastated. The old beggar looked at Ah Zhen standing before him, and the urge to ejaculate from the two sips of strong liquor he had just drunk suddenly returned. "No, I have to fuck this woman! I have to fuck her!" The old beggar suddenly stood up and hugged Ah Zhen tightly. Ah Zhen had just finished showering, and her warm breasts pressed against the old beggar's sour, smelly chest. Ah Zhen was immediately flustered. "This won't do, this won't do..." Ah Zhen waved her hands weakly. "Why won't this do? Why won't this do? I haven't been with a woman for over ten years. Before, I didn't have money and wanted to call a prostitute, but then I saw you, and now I can only masturbate every day. I've never been with a woman!" The old beggar shouted anxiously, "Keep it down!" Ah Zhen was afraid that people outside would hear, but such direct words of love made her last line of defense completely surrender. In addition, her husband was about the same age as this old beggar, and she was used to the scent of this old man, but the old beggar's directness stirred her heart.

Especially her two unruly pink nipples, which stood up under the old beggar's rubbing against her chest, made Ah Zhen go weak again. She said, "Let go, you're hurting me, you hate it..." Such coquettishness stunned the old beggar. He did not expect that these few words would completely conquer this beauty from heaven and earth. The old beggar thought he was dreaming. He freed one hand and scratched himself hard. What was he doing? Ah Zhen was startled, thinking he was repenting. She felt a pang of heartache. Why was he hitting himself like that? How annoying. She turned to leave. The old beggar panicked. Because of the chair between them, he was a step too slow. Just as she was about to say that women were so fickle, the next scene made a sinister smile appear on the old beggar's lips.

[7]

After Ah Zhen broke free from the old beggar, she walked to the door and closed it with her jade-like hand. At this moment, the room was silent for a few seconds. The old beggar let out a low growl with the smell of alcohol in his throat and pounced on Ah Zhen from behind. This was the third time in the past few weeks that a strange man had hugged Ah Zhen from behind. Compared to Ah Zhu's index finger and Yan Wen's dry hands, the old beggar's calloused hands were more powerful. Although his fingers were peeling and chapped from frostbite in the winter, in the dim light, Ah Zhen looked up and leaned against this man who was older than her. On the large man's body, the old beggar's hands never stopped. Through the white clothes, he grabbed one breast with each hand. The pounding heart made him feel younger. He held Ah Zhen's breasts tightly in his hands. Ah Zhen's breasts were firm, so even when he held them, there was still a lot of flesh protruding. It was really difficult for the old beggar to grasp them with one hand. So the old beggar touched and squeezed from behind, rubbing Ah Zhen's two nipples together. Ah Zhen always did this herself, never relying on anyone else. Now she really felt the erotic nipples that weren't her own hands, and they felt so real and comfortable.

Unlike when her husband usually grabbed her breasts, Ah Zhen would break free from her unromantic husband if he grabbed her too hard. But at this moment, even with a bit of force, Ah Zhen was submissive. She didn't refuse because the slight stimulation masked everything else. Ah Zhen sat on the stool with her legs tightly clamped together. The old man's lunchbox of strong liquor fell to the floor, but both of them were caught in a state from which they couldn't extricate themselves. The old beggar was in a hurry. He knew he couldn't delay any longer. What if the woman changed her mind? He had to finish quickly. Once there was a first time, there would be a second time, right? So the old beggar grabbed Ah Zhen and dragged her to the bed. He easily pulled down her short-sleeved shirt and took her pink nipple into his mouth. Ah, so good! A thousand horses galloped through the old beggar's mind. Ah Zhen, caught off guard, let out a moan. The old beggar's dirty body and the sour smell of grime didn't matter at this moment. He held the beggar's greasy hair, which hadn't been washed for over ten days, and involuntarily murmured, "Ugh, ugh, don't bite so hard, uh, use your tongue to circle, okay, oh, I hate you, you were weaned when you were a few years old..." A skinny old man was on top of a plump young woman's body, biting and nibbling. The young woman, oblivious to the filth and stench, accepted the old beggar's foul-smelling saliva. Yellowed teeth with a few bits of vegetable leaf stuck in them bit into her fair, now reddish nipples—a sign of impending orgasm. Ah Zhen was getting impatient, knowing she was about to climax. If the old beggar didn't make a move by now, the sex wouldn't be as pleasurable. Ah Zhen continued to murmur, "Come on, come on up..." Any man would readily accept such a command, and the old beggar was no exception. He pulled down his pants like a big yellow dog, yanking out his black penis. It wasn't just black; it also had a ring of white grime, indicating it hadn't been washed in a long time. If he hadn't masturbated so often, it would have been even blacker and smellier. The stench instantly filled the entire room, as terrifying as a monster about to devour a sacred goddess.

Ah Zhen didn't see any of this. If she had, she definitely wouldn't have let the old beggar penetrate her. Staring at the hard nipples, Ah Zhen shifted her body. She knew that old men of this age were not strong enough, and if he didn't penetrate quickly, he would ejaculate. Her husband was like that, so he always had to take a blue pill. In her daze, Ah Zhen remembered that today was her safe period, so she spread her hands to make it easier for the old beggar to enter. Ah Zhen's vagina was very tight and dry. Usually, although her husband's penis was not big, it was still difficult to penetrate. Therefore, her husband could only lie down and spit on Ah Zhen's clitoris to moisten it. But he didn't know that as long as Ah Zhen's breasts felt comfortable, they would turn bright red like now when Ah Zhen had a lot of love juice. So, the old beggar slid in and was enveloped by Ah Zhen's two fleshy lips. The old beggar lay down on Ah Zhen and let him move. She felt something, but it wasn't strong. This was a common problem for old men. Ah Zhen started to moan and groan as she breathed heavily. The old beggar stared at the beauty under his penis, and was stunned as he penetrated her.

He had rarely encountered women in his life, let alone seen one so perfect. Her face was innocent, her breasts firm and white, her hips smooth, her legs long and shapely. Most importantly, after penetration, her eyes were closed, her brows furrowed, but her cherry-like lips, exhaling softly, were slightly parted. This was the most pleasurable moment of sex, the kind of woman every man desires, yet she was being fucked by a filthy, smelly old beggar.

Ah Zhen held the old beggar's thin, bony buttocks with both hands. She knew he wouldn't last long, but she hadn't expected it to be so soon. The old beggar began to roar, preparing to ejaculate a swarm of foul-smelling semen into Ah Zhen's vagina. Ah Zhen quickly pushed against the old beggar's chest and buttocks, trying to make him ejaculate, but how could the old beggar let her do that? This beauty was his; he had to ejaculate inside to maintain his dignity. So, with all his might, he held Ah Zhen, his buttocks sinking down, and like bestiality, he ejaculated violently.

Ah Zhen had no choice but to endure this release of lust. Although she was still conscious, this intercourse gave her an unprecedented orgasm. The old beggar's foreplay gave her a pleasure she had never experienced before. After the old beggar ejaculated hard, his eyes instantly returned to the dull, lifeless gaze of an old man. He lay softly on Ah Zhen's breasts. Ah Zhen tried to push him away, but the old beggar, having not been with a woman for so long, was still excited and took Ah Zhen's nipple into his mouth again. Ah Zhen suddenly had an orgasm. It turned out that a woman's caresses were very important. Many men were done after ejaculating, but women cared a lot about the aftercare. As long as a woman was caressed a little more, she could achieve a more perfect sexual experience. Ah Zhen obediently let the old beggar touch her like a kitten, closing her eyes and ignoring the yellowish semen flowing from her vagina. The old beggar looked at his shiny glans and chuckled.

Ah Zhen looked at the man on top of her and smiled foolishly, then lowered her head shyly. The old beggar looked at the semen flowing out and thought that if he could leave his seed in Ah Zhen's body, it would be the greatest happiness. But he didn't know that Ah Zhen let him ejaculate inside her mainly because it was her safe period. Since the old beggar had already done it, he became bolder. He pulled up Ah Zhen, who was still panting, and said, "Come on, lick me." At this moment, Ah Zhen became completely submissive like a young wife. She climbed up onto the old beggar and stuck out her tongue to lick the old beggar's dark nipple. The old beggar looked at this young woman with great satisfaction and, most importantly, a strong sense of conquest. He grabbed Ah Zhen's drooping nipple with one hand and said, "Lower down!"

The old beggar gave the order, and Ah Zhen knew what he was going to do. She knelt between his legs and gently took his shiny, oily glans into her mouth. She was a little surprised; this dirty man's glans had no grime whatsoever. She probably didn't know that all the grime had remained inside her, dripping out with her semen onto the bed. There was still some semen on his glans. Ah Zhen murmured, "There's still some semen... Eat it, it's good for your complexion." The old beggar didn't turn around, took out a cigarette, and lit it. The smoke rings he exhaled and the beautiful thing in his mouth made him believe he was the happiest old man in the world.

Ah Zhen, who had just ejaculated, saw the old beggar smoking and suddenly became angry. "Do you think I'm a prostitute?" she snapped. He spat out his penis, then took out his clothes and put them on. The old beggar realized he'd gone too far and quickly got up to help Ah Zhen, who was still wearing her pants. Ah Zhen felt disgusted looking at him; how could she do this with an old man like that? She shook off the old beggar and rushed out of the room. The old beggar didn't stop her; he knew the saying "even a lion fears a lioness after it's over" and shouldn't argue with Ah Zhen now. Looking at the messy bed and Ah Zhen's bodily fluids, the old beggar groaned again, slapping himself. "Damn, is this real?"

Ah Zhen returned to her room, washing herself countless times, taking at least an hour before coming out. Fang Jie said rudely at the door, "Young man, use the water sparingly; it's not free." Ah Zhen hummed in response but didn't reply before returning to her room. Just then, her phone received another message from Yanwen: "Remember, my little bra..." Ah Zhen then remembered that Ah Zhu had told her to put the bra in the drawer. She turned off her phone, thought for a moment, and then took out a bra she had given to the old beggar that morning, which she was about to throw away, and placed it in the drawer. She didn't know why she did this; one reason was that Fang Jie's impatient attitude had angered her, and this behavior might be a kind of revenge between women...

[8]

The next morning, A-Zhu opened the drawer and found the bra. He was overjoyed and smelled it again and again. He went to work with joy. At this time, the door opened and A-Zhen saw everything through the crack in the door. She cried helplessly. At this time, there was a commotion at the door. A-Zhen opened the door slightly and found that a group of social workers were helping an old beggar move and found a bra. They called the police. The police are now arresting the old beggar for indecent assault. A-Zhen was anxious and angry, but she was helpless. She should have taken the bra last night. Fortunately, the old beggar did not confess and insisted that he picked it up on the road. Without witnesses, the social workers also canceled his application to be sent to the rehabilitation center. The old beggar went back to the tin house. A-Zhen looked at everything and felt all kinds of emotions.

On this day, A-Zhen's husband took four days off and took the children back to his hometown to pay respects to their ancestors. A-Zhen did not go with him because she knew that her husband's family accused her of being a vixen. More importantly, many women who were older than her mother called her "aunt," which made her feel uncomfortable. Yanwen was also away on a business trip, and Azhen had lost all interest in him. These young men simply didn't have the allure of mature men. The old beggar still appeared on the street every day, and Azhen would see him; even a slight smile from him would deeply move him, and he would then gaze at his shapely buttocks and fantasize for a long time. Fangjie had gone back to her hometown, leaving only Azhen and Azhu in the room that night.

Azhu continued to send erotic messages, and Azhen would reply with a few words, whether intentionally or unintentionally, because such stimulating messages made her feel alive. However, Azhen absolutely refused Azhu's request for photos. Azhen sent four photos in total: the first was of her breasts in the toilet, the second of her touching her clitoris in bed, the third of her squeezing her breasts, and the fourth was a magnified image of her pink nipples. Azhu, afraid of losing her phone, accepted all of them, printed them out, and clipped them to her clothes to savor every day.

Everyone stayed in their own rooms that night. A-Zhu went back to his room and masturbated again with the photos, his smelly semen spraying onto his underwear once more. Exhausted, he took the photos out to wash them. As he opened the door, he heard A-Zhen walking towards the washing machine, so he followed her. A-Zhen was also holding onto the washing machine with both hands, her little buttocks swaying back and forth. It turned out that A-Zhen was wearing headphones and listening to music, but it didn't seem like it. A-Zhu tiptoed over to take a look and found that it was a Japanese pornographic video sent by A-Lin. The woman in the video was moaning and groaning. As A-Zhen watched, her left hand unconsciously pressed against her right nipple. She was still wearing a tank top and had no bra, so she gently rubbed it. A-Zhu couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly hugged A-Zhen tightly from behind. A-Zhen was startled, but it wasn't the kind of nervous fright that made people suspicious. A-Zhu ignored her and hugged A-Zhen tightly from behind. A-Zhen offered only token resistance.

Just like that day, A-Zhu kneaded the two mounds of flesh with both hands, pressing his two index fingers against the two small nipples. Instantly, A-Zhen's whole body went numb. She didn't speak, and the moans of the actress in her headphones made her forget A-Zhu's ugly appearance. She still had her buttocks sticking out. Today, she deliberately wore a short skirt, the kind that could be easily lifted up. Of course, watching the actress movie was also her own arrangement, because she was already addicted to this kind of exciting affair. In addition, the room today made this young woman feel lonely and restless. Therefore, A-Zhu got what he wanted so easily. A-Zhu didn't think too much about it. He only knew that this beauty he had been thinking about day and night had obediently let him touch her nipples, and that was already the greatest satisfaction. He pressed his hard, erect penis against A-Zhen's short skirt and buttocks. He didn't think about going any further. Instead, he rubbed against her while panting heavily. A-Zhen didn't refuse, but she knew in her heart that this man was actually so cowardly.

Being timid has its advantages. Ah Zhen felt relieved as the washing machine swayed, enjoying the ugly man's caresses. It felt numb, tingly, and warm. Ah Zhu's lack of further action made Ah Zhen a little anxious, but she didn't want to turn around and face him. So, while Ah Zhu was secretly enjoying himself, she used both hands to pull up her short skirt to her waist. Any man would know what to do in this situation. Ah Zhu could easily insert his penis by simply pulling aside Ah Zhen's panties, but he didn't. He was already very satisfied. He was really satisfied with this. So, through her pants, Ah Zhu ejaculated into her panties again, then turned around and left, leaving Ah Zhen, whose nipples were still swollen.

Ah Zhen was both ashamed and angry, but helpless. She returned to her room and slammed the door shut. On the bed, she began rubbing her clitoris, moaning softly. The seductive sounds echoed in the room. Ah Zhen inserted her hand into her vagina, moaning, while her right hand massaged her beautiful, full breasts. Ah Zhen felt that her hand alone couldn't satisfy her, so she thought of the dirty old man upstairs. She went up to the roof without hesitation. The old beggar was in his room, counting the money he'd just received for the house, drinking strong liquor and humming. He really needed a woman, and now she had one delivered to his door. Ah Zhen pushed open the door, not looking directly at the old beggar, but asking, "Where's the three-bedroom apartment you mentioned?" The old beggar grinned. "Okay, I'll take you there tomorrow. I have the keys anyway. Come here..." The old beggar patted the dirty bed...

[9]

These words came from the mouth of a dirty old man, but they seemed to have an invisible magic to Ah Zhen. Ah Zhen involuntarily closed the door and walked over. The old beggar looked at this beauty who usually wore little boots and wiggled her little butt. She would look away if a man stared at her for too long. Now she was standing in front of him. But he didn’t dare to be presumptuous because he knew that this little beauty had a strong personality and was not so easy to conquer. Instead, she was more afraid of the soft. So he gently pulled Ah Zhen’s hand and sat her down next to him. He made up a very tragic backstory for this little girl. Ah Zhen had time anyway, and she also wanted to know more, so she listened. When she heard that the old beggar was knocked unconscious by a fat woman because he was so hungry, she heard the big... When she saw the scar on her leg, she nervously examined the evidence of the old beggar's dirty thigh. Of course, she didn't know that it was from when the old beggar had cut the glass while peeping at women bathing.

As she listened, the old beggar, being a beggar himself, was an excellent storyteller. Ah Zhen felt both soft-hearted and sorry for him. When the old beggar mentioned that he had never touched a woman in his life, only her, Ah Zhen was moved. At this moment, the old beggar unceremoniously reached his hand inside the goddess's clothes. The goddess didn't resist and let him touch her. The old beggar knew that the beauty's nipples were very sensitive, but he needed time, so he continued to fabricate stories, saying that his only encounter with a woman was when he was deceived emotionally, losing both money and sex without even touching her, which was why he turned to this profession. He also said... "What's so special about being downstairs?" he said. "Because I want to steal a glimpse of Ah Zhen every day, that's what makes life so blissful." Ah Zhen's eyes welled up with tears as she recounted this. She hadn't expected this old beggar to be so devoted. Coupled with his skillful use of two fingers, Ah Zhen was once again completely wet. Having learned from his previous experience, the old beggar pulled down his pants early in the morning, and as usual, the sour stench filled the room. Ah Zhen didn't find it offensive because her mind was filled with the old beggar's brainwashing stories. Facing this man, older than her husband but loving her more than her husband, all the stench was insignificant.

Ah Zhen knelt down, her jade lips parting slightly as she took the old beggar's penis, which hadn't been washed since their last lovemaking, into her mouth. A wave of urine stench hit her, a stimulating sensation that made Ah Zhen... She felt utterly disgusted, and this was only the second time she had taken the initiative like this. The first time was when she sucked the old beggar's penis. She'd also been watching some Japanese adult films these past few days, learning to use the tongue instead of teeth, which made men feel even better. The old beggar was practically floating in a cloud of desire. He pinched Ah Zhen's breasts with his chilblain-covered hands, while his other hand stared at her chin, making her look at him as she sucked. Their eyes met, and Ah Zhen shyly slapped the old beggar. If you didn't know better, you'd really think they were a couple.

The old beggar felt a surge of conquest again. He knew he was now in the right place. He spread her dirty legs, making the beautiful young woman kneel on the floor covered in garbage and spit marks. He took out a cigarette and watched Ah Zhen light it. This time, Ah Zhen saw it all but didn't object. She felt she should do it; men need a sense of conquest. Besides, her being a little aggrieved wasn't a big deal, since it was all happening in the room. Once outside, she could still do as she pleased without going too far. So she tacitly approved of the old beggar's behavior, though she symbolically pinched his thigh to express her displeasure.

The old beggar, feeling refreshed, knew the woman had been conquered, but he didn't dare make excessive demands like licking her anus. He figured he could take it slow; there was plenty of time. The old beggar was getting on in years, and a young woman's sucking would quickly make him want to ejaculate. He forced himself to hold back; he couldn't afford to ejaculate prematurely again. So he helped himself up from his knees, which were red with ecstasy. Ah Zhen, supported by his hands, sat facing him on his lap. Such a voluptuous beauty sitting on the withered old man's lap made Ah Zhen blush and turn her head away, not daring to look at the old beggar. This shyness only fueled the old beggar's sense of conquest. He lowered his head and took Ah Zhen's nipple into his mouth. Ah Zhen shuddered; it felt good. The old beggar was about to

suckle longer when, unexpectedly, Ah Zhen had already put a condom on his penis. The old beggar was immediately incredulous. Wasn't this his woman? Why was he wearing a condom? Ah Zhen saw his face darken and murmured, "It's my period today. I have to wear one, otherwise I'll get pregnant." Damn, wasn't that exactly what the old beggar was thinking? The old beggar wouldn't let his foul-smelling offspring be ejaculated inside that bag. But he couldn't get angry, knowing that Ah Zhen would be upset if he did. So the old beggar smiled and said, "Yes, that's right, put it on." Ah Zhen was also pleased; this was her first step in conquering him. Wanting to change others is human nature, so Ah Zhen became even more proactive, shamelessly sticking her fragrant tongue into the old beggar's mouth. The old beggar, thinking that wearing a condom was so proactive, knelt down, letting Ah Zhen lick his back. Ah Zhen, remembering that this man had even put a condom on him, obediently lay on his back, her breasts rubbing against the old beggar's buttocks. The nipples against his hard, dry, old skin gave Ah Zhen a tingling sensation. At this moment, the old beggar raised his buttocks, indicating that Ah Zhen should lick them. "Ah, how can this be?" the old beggar said. "I've already done this for you..." "I've put on a condom, so just lick it. I heard it feels really good. Don't believe me? Lie down."

Ah Zhen blushed instantly when she heard he wanted her to lick her anus. She spat softly, "No! It's filthy there! Don't lick it!" But for the old beggar, what dirtier place hadn't he been to?

Especially this body that every man would swoon over. Without a word, he pressed Ah Zhen down and buried his face in the crevice of her plump, firm buttocks. The old beggar's tongue was indeed powerful; its sharp tip curled in, making Ah Zhen cry out, "Ah! Ah!" Ah Zhen moaned repeatedly, filling the room with a spring-like atmosphere. Ah Zhen felt even more indebted to the old beggar after he licked her buttocks. She turned over shyly and said, "It's your turn," and made the old beggar lie down.

The old beggar wouldn't have it this time. He squatted down on Ah Zhen's face, and like someone having diarrhea, he put his anus right in front of her, which was utterly unappealing. Ah Zhen couldn't refuse, but a stench assaulted her nostrils. Ah Zhen took a breath and still stuck her fragrant tongue into the old beggar's anus. "Ah, fuck your mother! It feels so good!" the old beggar shouted. Ah Zhen licked and licked until her tongue was completely inside the old beggar's anus. She didn't know what all the sensations were like. She held her breath and just as she finished, the old beggar hadn't given up enjoying himself. A stench was inhaled by Ah Zhen, and she suddenly vomited it out, making a mess everywhere.

The old beggar looked and climbed down. Ah Zhen asked what to do about the dirty bed. The old beggar said it was fine, it's not like it's never been dirty before, it was dirty to begin with. Watching Ah Zhen vomit and the two pink dots slowly shrink, the old beggar knew Ah Zhen's libido was almost gone. He grabbed the blanket and wiped Ah Zhen's body with it, and before his penis shrank, he went straight for the entrance. Ah Zhen's interest was naturally greatly reduced because of vomiting, but seeing the old beggar rushing around like an old dog, she was both angry and amused, and spread her legs to guide the old dog who was eagerly looking for her vagina in. She knew that she would definitely have to let the old beggar fuck her tonight, since she had nothing else to do anyway.

Because of the lubricant on the condom, the old beggar entered easily. Unlike last time, he entered a little slowly this time, deliberately waiting for the beautiful Ah Zhen to look away. Ah Zhen naturally turned her head away and didn't look at him. The old beggar felt a surge of excitement and spat his foul-smelling saliva into Ah Zhen's mouth. Ah Zhen couldn't stand it and coughed a few times before swallowing it all. Of course, she still squeezed the old beggar hard in her hands. He entered her, and the old beggar tilted his head back proudly like a beast tamer. The girl under him was now as obedient and docile as a lamb, humming softly. The old beggar grabbed her two breasts that were rising again and bit down hard, stimulating Ah Zhen to ejaculate completely. The old beggar's thighs were completely wet. The old beggar didn't know that this was a woman's orgasm reaction and thought Ah Zhen had wet the bed. So he thought to himself: "Fuck you, you wet the bed just for licking an ass. I'll fuck you to death." He thrust even harder, and Ah Zhen took the opportunity to have another orgasm.

After more than fifty thrusts, the old beggar was starting to feel the strain. Ah Zhen's vagina was so tight and pleasurable. Ah Zhen, having experienced two orgasms, saw the old beggar covered in sweat and felt incredibly apologetic. She shyly said, "Is it uncomfortable wearing a condom? If it is, then... then take it off..." The old beggar, suddenly energized, thought, "This is the first time the charge has started!" He pulled out his penis, ripped off the condom with a few hairs still stuck to it, revealing his smelly glans, still covered in a ring of white grime. Without hesitation, he thrust it into Ah Zhen's vagina. Ah Zhen gasped, surprised that the old beggar's glans was so rough. This was because the old beggar hadn't bathed, and the roughness made the friction even more intense. Ah Zhen never imagined that sex with the old beggar would be so pleasurable.

So she twisted her hips to match the old beggar's thrusts. Ah, ahhh, ah, the old beggar was about to ejaculate. Ah Zhen regretted telling the old beggar to take off his condom earlier, but she knew he would hold her head and make her unable to breathe, just like last time, forcing her to obediently submit to the baptism of his hot semen. Ah Zhen hummed and said, "Do you want me to eat your semen?" The old beggar's momentum suddenly slowed down. "Huh? Yes, eat my semen. Never tried it before?" So he nodded. Ah Zhen quickly made the old beggar stand on the bed. She held his penis in her cherry-like mouth and took it in. But before she could even take it all in, the stimulation from his teeth caused the old beggar's thick semen to gush out. The old beggar held Ah Zhen's head tightly. Ah Zhen could only accept and swallow a large amount of foul-smelling semen. Before she could recover, the old beggar, holding his still-erect penis, spread Ah Zhen's thighs apart. Ah Zhen said, "What are you doing?" The old beggar said, "You didn't swallow it all, there's still a little bit left. I'm going to ejaculate inside, and you have to give me a big, fat son."

Ah Zhen got anxious and said, "Swallowing it will also give birth to a child! You're lying!" The old beggar was skeptical. "Yes, I'm not lying. I learned it in middle school physiology and hygiene." Ah Zhen was lying. The old beggar was 84 years old this year. He had never attended middle school. How would he know if it was true or false? Ah Zhen continued to add, "Yes, lying is for dogs. Swallowing it will give you more." So, in order to make the old beggar believe her, Ah Zhen lowered her head and picked up the old beggar's penis, which was already shrunk inside his foreskin. The old beggar believed her. Seeing Ah Zhen's hard work, the old beggar picked up a cigarette again and lit it...

[10]

That night, Ah Zhen did not go back. She did not want to go back and see the useless Ah Zhu. She did not drink alcohol, so she drank two mouthfuls of the old beggar's strong liquor. In addition, she was exhausted after having sex, so she lay down next to the old beggar and fell asleep.

The old beggar woke up very early, around 5 a.m., and saw the alluring naked body beside him. Summer sunlight streamed in, revealing a beautiful, naked body inside a dark, smelly quilt. A petite, beautiful woman with long, captivating eyelashes lay curled up asleep, her right breast revealing a small, sunken nipple staring at him. The old beggar couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. He touched it once, and the nipple slowly rose. He touched it again, and it fully emerged. He touched it again, and the pink nipple stood proudly, waiting for his touch. The old beggar's gaze then drifted down; the woman's legs were tightly pressed together, revealing a patch of black, curly, inverted triangle-shaped pubic hair. This was truly the most beautiful scene the old beggar had ever seen in his life. His penis once again pushed open the dark foreskin, and he thrust his head into the triangle area, sticking out his tongue to lick the two very cute little labia. At this moment, Ah Zhen felt a tingling sensation, gently turned over, and fell asleep again. This turn of her body was like an open door, and the old beggar could almost taste Ah Zhen's lovely vulva. As he licked, he found that Ah Zhen, apart from feeling comfortable, wasn't very wet. The old beggar weighed his dry old penis and knew that he couldn't get in like this, so he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm hard onto such a beautiful little vulva. The phlegm slid down, and the old beggar licked it wet inside and out with his tongue in circles.

In her dream, Ah Zhen felt as if she were still riding an old horse. Her mother's tight jeans and boots rubbed against the cushion, making her underwear wet. She desperately wanted something hard inside. Then, something actually rubbed against her vaginal opening, itchy and irresistible. It was the old beggar, rubbing his glans against Ah Zhen's opening. But the old beggar wasn't at the age where he could get an erection every morning; he was impatient and couldn't get hard enough to insert it. He quickly became sweaty, while Ah Zhen's vaginal opening dried up. At this point, the old beggar had to spit again. *Cough* Ah Zhen woke up. She vaguely saw the sweaty old beggar and suddenly felt that the old man had a cute side. Touching her genitals, she found them sticky. She knew without thinking that the old man, like her husband, had spat. Because it was a habit, Ah Zhen didn't feel disgusted this time. Instead, she smiled slightly, annoyed, at the old beggar.

The old beggar's face was weathered, the marks of time visible everywhere. He had lost many teeth due to neglect, and his yellowed teeth and thick, greenish-yellow tongue coating revealed years of neglect. This sight made Ah Zhen feel a pang of pity. Her husband, who was about the same age, was in excellent health and vitality thanks to his good care. Ah Zhen observed the old beggar, who, oblivious to her distress, continued working on his penis, sweating profusely. Ah Zhen reached out and gently said, "Let me do it."

She grasped the old beggar's penis. Knowing that older men need stimulation, Ah Zhen moved her body down, gently rubbing the old beggar's glans, covered in black foreskin, against her nipples. The morning air was damp, and Ah Zhen's gentle voice and movements were a natural and perfect teasing. The old beggar was mesmerized. "So beautiful," he exclaimed. Ah Zhen readily accepted the compliment.

It worked! The old beggar reacted, and Ah Zhen's nipples became wet from the friction. The old beggar wanted to spit, but Ah Zhen stopped him, saying, "You should take care of them." She gestured for him to come to her breasts. The old beggar, like a newborn baby, offered no resistance and obediently began licking. Soon, Ah Zhen's nipples proudly hardened. Ah Zhen stroked the old beggar's head with one hand, while the other gently stroked and stimulated his nipples. Ah Zhen asked, "Does it taste good?" The old beggar hummed in response, offering few seductive words. This prelude to their morning encounter gave him an unprecedented feeling of pleasure. His penis hardened several times, ready to thrust into her. Ah Zhen, forgetting he hadn't used a condom, let out a soft moan and accepted the old beggar's entry, her hands supporting his thin buttocks.

The old beggar had truly gotten his fill this time, like a lion awakened from its slumber, opening his mouth wide to savor the real feeling of being enveloped. Ah Zhen said, "Take it slow, don't rush, move slowly." The old beggar obediently thrust in and out, suddenly discovering that sex was so pleasurable. The dry glans stimulated Ah Zhen, giving her a sense of fullness. Ah Zhen suddenly tilted her head back and took the old beggar's nipple into her mouth. The old beggar couldn't take it anymore, and before Ah Zhen could react, his hot semen gushed out. The old beggar let out a low growl and held the entrance tightly, preventing it from flowing out. Ah Zhen then remembered that it wasn't her safe period, but she had no choice but to lie there obediently and let the old beggar finish ejaculating. The hot semen sent a comfortable shiver through Ah Zhen, and she experienced a small orgasm.

After ejaculating, the old beggar collapsed onto Ah Zhen's chest, his tongue still licking her nipples. Ah Zhen closed her eyes slightly, panting and enjoying the sensation. She glanced at the time; it was almost 6:30. Ah Zhen thought it best to hurry back, lest someone see her. As she moved her thigh, a stream of semen flowed out. There was no toilet paper in the room, so she wiped herself with the sheet. The room had a toilet, but it stank and was unusable. She had no choice but to get dressed, regaining her air of a sophisticated young woman. Looking at the old beggar on the bed, she felt a dreamlike feeling. Thinking about her beautiful figure, yet she was only serving old men, she felt a pang of disappointment. She secretly slipped out of the room, crossed the platform, and was startled by an older woman who saw her. Ah Zhen, unfazed, said, "Good morning, the air is so fresh. Doing morning exercises?" She explained the woman's concerns. With a pounding heart, she returned to the house and was immediately startled…

There stood the lecherous bald man, A-Zhu, coming out of the kitchen. He smiled slightly at her, “Good morning. It’s just the two of us today. Here’s your breakfast. I thought you were still sleeping. I didn’t expect you to be up so early.” A-Zhen couldn’t refuse at this point, and besides, she was still covered in the old beggar’s saliva, so she smiled and said, “Put it down, I’ll take a shower first.” So, A-Zhen quickly grabbed her clothes and rushed into the bathroom. Closing the door, she looked at her beautiful curves, remembering the old beggar’s semen still inside her. She quickly grabbed the showerhead and started washing herself, thinking she’d buy some morning-after pills when the pharmacy opened. But this worry was unnecessary; at the old beggar’s age, his sperm survival rate was practically zero. Taking them was just psychological comfort… Just then, a rat suddenly scurried out, scaring her so much that she ran naked out of the bathroom. At that moment, A-Zhu ran over and helped chase the rat away.

Looking at Ah Zhen's naked body and shy face, Ah Zhu realized that Ah Zhen was only hugging a blanket. But after all, she was still young and strong, and considering her skin from yesterday, Ah Zhu regretted not penetrating Ah Zhen last night. Was it possible now? Ah Zhen, supported by Ah Zhu, also thought of this, but she had already been with the old beggar that morning and had no interest in it now. So she rushed into the toilet and slammed the door shut, leaving Ah Zhu standing there stunned, wondering why she was treated so warmly today after last night's enthusiasm. Ah Zhu thought about it and, feeling embarrassed, put down her chopsticks and went to work.

After taking a shower, Ah Zhen realized she had gone a bit too far. She was about to dry herself off and have breakfast when she came out, but Ah Zhu was nowhere to be seen. Ah Zhen didn't care anymore, ate breakfast, covered herself with the blanket, and fell into a deep sleep. She didn't wake up until her son called. She bought an after-effect pill and took it, and it was already afternoon. On her way back after buying lunch, she encountered an old beggar begging for food by the roadside. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, but then she thought about how he still had a house to pay rent for, and how he was just torturing himself. So she walked past without looking back. The old beggar watched Ah Zhen walk away with her hips swaying arrogantly and thought to himself, "I'll fuck you to death tonight, and then I'll get you pregnant with my offspring."

Ah Zhen, of course, had no idea what he was thinking. She continued upstairs, and after dinner, she strolled over to the old beggar's house. A stench hit her, and like a hardworking wife, she frowned. How could life be like this? So she began to help tidy up, throwing away anything he didn't need. While tidying, she found a small box. Opening it, she found a property deed. Her heart immediately raced. Opening it again, she saw a woman's name on it. Looking closer, she realized how familiar it looked—it was Ah Lin…

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