[My N Moments—The Bitter Experiences of a Bitch! (First Boyfriend Edition)]

My name is Cheng Junyi, and I work as a nurse. I often wake up in the middle of the night, recalling those unbearable

days. I hate the man I once longed for, who also humiliated me, with a hatred that runs to my very bones. Even if

I were to tear him apart piece by piece, it wouldn't ease the hatred in my heart. Memories flood back. Why was I

so foolish ? Why did I trust him so much? If I hadn't been so crazy and infatuated, I would have had a thousand, ten thousand chances

to see through that beast. Instead, I walked step by step into the abyss until I was shattered, both physically and mentally, completely broken. Today,

I'm sharing my experience in the hope that many sisters like me can clearly see

the beasts around them.

First meeting:

It all started when I was in my third year of junior high school. I was 15 years old that year. To be honest, I wasn't

particularly good-looking, but I was definitely not ugly. The only thing I was proud of compared to other girls my age was that my breasts developed early and

well. They were round and big, standing proudly on my chest. My academic performance was average, and my family's financial situation was also

ordinary . My mother was a quick-witted rural woman who could manage both the fields and the household well. My father was

a retired soldier who had undergone surgery on one of his eyes years ago. The doctor said, "You either have to have one eye removed, or you'll suffer a stroke in

about twenty years, resulting in hemiplegia." My father thought, "I'm only in my twenties,

and I haven't even gotten married yet. If I lose an eye, won't it be even harder to find a wife in the future?" So my father immediately decided,

"Save it, save the eye!" The doctor's words came true twenty years later...

I also have a younger sister, two years younger than me, named Cheng Junsi, who only knows how to play all day. Not having a son was a particularly painful thing for my

father , but he still gave my sister and me all the love he could. From childhood

to adulthood, neither of us was ever hit by him.

Whenever , my father always stopped her. And whenever we wanted to buy snacks and my mother wouldn't let us, going to

my father always allowed us to get them.

After writing this, I often recall the days spent with my father, and tears well up in my eyes.

The past is always so fleeting; I want to hold onto it, but even memories are becoming blurry. Dad, your daughter didn't listen to you;

your daughter is unfilial! I know I shouldn't cry. My heart has been so badly wounded by that beast that it's indifferent. Though riddled with holes, my heart

remains as hard as iron. But I don't know why, I just can't control my tears. So I

let them flow freely to completely release my pent-up emotions and bitterness. At the start

of my third year of junior high, two new students transferred to our class, one of whom was that beast. His name was

Qin Shouren; he came from another school and had excellent grades. Please allow me to use the term "beast" to refer to Qin Shouren from now on.

His mother was a teacher, and his father was an ordinary worker; their family was of modest means.

He was assigned to sit in front of me. Back then, the line was drawn from my row—it's ridiculous—everyone in front of me had

a chance of getting into a top school, and everyone behind me was considered by the teachers to be destined for a life of wandering and homelessness

. The guy wasn't particularly handsome, just average-looking, and extremely playful. He was

quick and sharp-minded, but also had a strange and cunning personality. Strangely, I was so blind back then—

I couldn't help but find him pleasing to the eye.

My first impression:

Back then, I was vain. Bras were just becoming fashionable in our city, so I bought a cheap

floral fabric one from a street vendor to support my ample bosom. It was always hot then, and the classrooms were crowded.

Girls wore short sleeves, making it easy to see your white breasts; it was hard to avoid being exposed. Everyone seemed so

natural then, as if they never paid any special attention. I noticed that during self-study periods, the guy always liked to mess with me, often

poking my calves with the pointed end of a compass. When I warned him, he would look at me

innocently making me feel awkward about getting angry. When I ignored him and went to sleep on my desk, he would move to the row behind me.

It wasn't until later, when I became his plaything, that he told me he ran behind me just to see my breasts.

My first love:

This beast wasn't focused on his studies, so it was no surprise

he didn't get into a top high school. It was fate that we both went to the same regular high school, in neighboring classes, and that's when my nightmare began. Right at the start of the semester

, he got a grasshopper. He plucked off its legs and wings, then used chalk to disguise it, and threw it at me,

thinking it would scare me. I wasn't scared at all. Back then, I was rebellious, and having read too many novels, my mind was filled with

perfect love. I desperately wanted someone to accompany me through the monotonous high school years. And since that

beast seemed to feel the same way, we naturally became a couple.

My First Intimate Encounter: My Breasts Were Lost:

Like most campus romances, we started by holding hands, then hugged, then kissed.

Let me tell you what happened after the kiss: That evening during self-study, as usual, during the break, he

asked me to go out to a dark corner. We hugged and kissed. Suddenly, his hand crawled down my bra to my

breasts . I was startled and quickly pulled his hand away. He

persisted, his hand still reaching for my breasts. I couldn't resist his repeated attacks; the sensation was almost irresistible. My defenses gradually crumbled.

I thought he might take advantage of me, but I was wrong. I didn't understand men at all.

Looking back now, it was probably my compromise that turned me from an innocent girl into the

promiscuous . And that beast touched my breasts through my clothes today. Seeing I didn't resist, the next day

he'd slip his hand inside my bra and play with them. If I resisted, he'd hold me tighter, kiss me, and

rub my breasts—the most beautiful breasts I'd ever had—even more forcefully. Gradually, I felt a

strange pleasure in his fondling of my breasts, and I slowly acquiesced. A few days later, seeing I hadn't resisted, he

demanded I expose my breasts in the wild for him to see. He begged and pleaded, insisting I show my chest. I was

worn down by his persistence, feeling he was like a child; if I didn't satisfy him, he'd be unhappy.

To appease him, I decided to go all out. I remember it clearly; it was a waning crescent moon night.

The moon the moonlight was nice. He led me out of the campus and we walked along the road, with fields on both sides. He

held me tightly, and then we sat on the roadside embankment. His hand slipped inside my bra and played with my breasts. As

a car sped past us, I pushed my bra up myself, revealing my fresh breasts.

Although he had touched me many times, my virgin breasts had never been admired so closely by a man before; this was the first time they

had truly been exposed to the world. In the moonlight, I could see the veins on my breasts, the pink areolas, and the slightly indented

nipples.

Even years later, recalling all of this felt so real, as if it had just happened. He was stunned for a moment

, blankly and gently playing with those two soft, doughy things he called "sucking."

After a moment of dazedness, he pounced on my large, white breasts like a leech smelling blood,

covering my small nipples with his tongue, licking and sucking them. I covered him with my clothes, hoping passersby would think we

were a couple being intimate, to avoid attracting attention. He endlessly bit one of my nipples, while using his

free hand to pinch my other, flower-bud-like breast.

He would tug, pinch, bite, and stretch it.

I went from a ticklish, almost painful sensation to a kind of irresistible urge, desperately wanting him to lick my nipples more.

A gust of wind blew by, instantly clearing my feverish head. I forcefully pushed him away and pulled down my bra.

He seemed a little dazed. Suddenly, a surge of maternal love welled up inside me. I hugged the beast's head, "You beast, when you're fully grown

, I'll give you everything, not now!"

My first intimate encounter: My buttocks were subdued.

I thought that after fulfilling his wish this time, he would stop. But in the following days, every time he asked me out,

he would hug me, first fondling my breasts through my clothes, then reaching inside to play with them directly, and finally lifting

my clothes to watch my embarrassed state of being afraid of being seen. As the number of dates increased, my

breasts were exposed to the air for longer and longer periods. It wasn't him who was embarrassed; he had completely figured me out.

He was no longer satisfied with just playing with my breasts; he increasingly frequently touched my buttocks and

other . He even intentionally soothed my private parts. I realized that all my

defenses would eventually crumble, but I was powerless to stop it, and could only try to delay that day as much as possible.

What was destined to happen eventually did, and I didn't make it through the first semester of my junior year. He asked me out, and I made

excuses to decline several times. I couldn't keep avoiding him, especially since I genuinely liked him then, and being with him

satisfied my vanity. At that time, this bastard was first in his grade, and being with him

brought me a strange sense of satisfaction, as if

he were my personal property.

After declining a few times, that night, he asked me out again. I happened to be struggling with a problem, feeling frustrated, and

I knew that if I went out with him, he would have to play with my breasts, but I still went. He took me to

the highway where we usually dated and he would play with me. First, he kissed and caressed me without restraint, then, as if it were a routine, he pushed down my

bra , exposing my breasts. I thought he would just play with me for a while and then let me take my bra off, but to my surprise,

he seemed to have no end in sight. A car was driving towards us with its headlights on, and

instead of letting me take off my clothes, he squeezed my breasts, presenting my bare chest to the oncoming car.

I was extremely ashamed and flustered, struggling to take my clothes off, but I was no match for his strength.

I wonder if that driver saw my colostrum clearly. I

yelled , "You bastard, what are you doing? Are you crazy?!" He didn't let go

of me; instead, he grinned smugly and said, "It's your punishment for being indifferent to my date. Don't worry, so

what if they see us? They don't know you. What are you afraid of? But ignoring me has serious consequences

; I'm going to teach you a lesson!" I thought about it, and he was right. So what if they saw us? They didn't know me

. Most likely

, they'd think I was a prostitute. They'd probably think these two "idiots" were too shameless, so eager to have sex in the street.

Or they might think we were two sexually frustrated students, just looking for a place to have sex.

Besides, I couldn't break free. After a few struggles, I gave up. And so, my breasts

were on display for several minutes, my tender breasts changing color like dried meat, becoming firm

and swollen like two peaches. I flew into a rage, yelling at him like a mad dog, "Are you ever going to stop?" He

finally let go of me, and I hurriedly straightened my clothes, storming back.

He grabbed me from behind, kissing me. I pushed him away, but he hugged me again, licking my

ear and whispering, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

I was indeed a little angry, but I didn't want to argue, so I swallowed my anger and said, "You went a bit

too far!"

Seeing that I wasn't particularly angry, he seemed reassured. Instead, he acted as if he was in the right, saying he'd asked

me out several times, but I'd been unmoved. He always considered this relationship real, asking if I was just playing with him,

treating the relationship like a game! Of course not. Seeing his angry face and hearing every word he said made me feel like I'd eaten

honey—it felt wonderful.

Back then, I was young and inexperienced, easily swayed by his sweet talk. I felt

guilty whispered, pleading, "I'm sorry! I just didn't want you to keep doing that!" What I meant

by "doing that" was him playing with my breasts and touching my sensitive areas. He knew what I meant, but he pretended not

to, holding me close and asking, "Do you really like me, or are you just pretending?"

I said I really did. He asked again, "Really what?"

I could only say, "I really like you!" He was direct: "Then when I ask you out you won't come, leaving me anxious,

don't you think you should be punished?" I knew I'd been tricked, but I still wanted to appease him, because his

anger earlier made me think he genuinely liked me. So I deliberately said, "I should be punished!" Of course, he pressed his advantage: "Then if I

punish you, will you accept it?" I knew it wouldn't end well, but to make him happy, I had to comply:

"I accept it!" "You accept everything, right?" "Yes! But, only that!" He probably knew

what I meant by "that"—of course, sex!

He finally revealed his lewd grin, saying "good" as he slipped his hand inside my clothes, sliding it down my waist

to my buttocks. Seeing I didn't protest, he slipped his other hand inside as well. Both hands played with my buttocks,

while he demanded I kiss him. He gradually moved his hands towards my genitals, and my remaining sanity told me...

I couldn't let him get away with this. I blocked his hand, and seeing that his scheme had succeeded again, and that I was just

a piece of meat in his mouth, only a matter of time before he let me go, he released me.

From then on, every date he added a new routine—touching my buttocks.

The first intimate encounter was a night of peeping into my genitals .

My final surrender came in the second semester of high school, just before the New Year. That night, a light snow had just fallen

outside , and he asked me out again. I was wearing a military overcoat, and we strolled along a deserted

country path. There was an open space on one side of the path, where dozens of cement utility poles were piled up.

He routinely hugged me, kissed me, showed off my breasts, and rubbed my buttocks. By then, I was already used to his routine. He

didn't let me go back as usual, but instead led me to the pile of utility poles. He sat on them and let me

lie his arms, and I complied.

His hand initially played with my buttocks, then naturally slid to the front, teasing my

pubic area, stroking and tugging at my pubic hair, while his finger probed towards my cleavage. When I realized what was happening

, I grabbed his hand tightly, pulling it away forcefully. "No, absolutely not here!" This

was my last line of defense, my absolute bottom line; I couldn't let him do as he pleased. My resolve was

unwavering . Yet, even my strongest will crumbled before his persistence. He relentlessly pressed his hand towards

my secret garden, pleading softly, "I just want to see, please let me see!"

But when his words and hand breached my defenses, I instantly collapsed. I was helpless, completely giving up

resistance.

The moment his cold claws touched my untouched passage, he abruptly withdrew them. He

explained that he felt something warm and slippery, and he was startled! My mind went completely blank,

so much so that even after being startled, the beast calmly reached his hand into my underwear again, continuing his exploration of that virgin territory.

He was clearly prepared; he probably planned to see me completely that day. He even

pulled , grumbling as he pulled down my pants, "I'm going to see this today!"

Pedestrians and vehicles occasionally passed by on the path, and to avoid attracting attention, we couldn't move too much. I struggled

to pull up my pants, but he pressed me down, trying to take them off. Just then, a car drove by. Being a girl, shyness

prevailed. I was genuinely afraid the people in the car would see us getting out, so I obediently nestled in his

arms, still acting like a couple.

He used this opportunity to wrap me in my military coat and pull my underwear down to around my knees. After the car

passed , he suddenly turned on his flashlight, greedily staring at my genitals. He grabbed my hand as I pulled up

my leaned in close, parted my pubic hair with one hand, and tried to separate my vulva. Just as I was about to struggle, he

said, "Just let me see, and I'll let you go!"

At this point, I had no choice but to submit to him. He pried open my 18-year-old secret. My "daughter's red"

(a

euphemism for my vulva) hadn't been opened yet, but at least he'd taken it from the cellar—the scent had emerged! Years later, I still felt a faint stench in the air! That must be the smell of my cunt!

Being viewed so closely by a man made my face burn with shame and indignation.

While he was busy admiring my "paradise," I suddenly pulled up my pants, grabbed my coat, and ran away. This

was the only time in my high school years that he had such a close look at my cunt, although he later said he hadn't seen clearly at the time,

only a clump of pubic hair and dark labia majora, the wetness he'd stirred between my legs, and

the smell of my cunt. The last time he saw me so clearly up close was after high school.

After that, as you all know, despite my shyness, I still loved him, I was madly in love

with him, for no reason other than vanity, or perhaps I thought he was truly my soulmate. So,

when we went on dates again, the routine became hugging, kissing, admiring my breasts, rubbing my buttocks, and playing with my cunt! But it was limited to

touching my vulva inside my underwear; absolutely no exposing my vulva again, and absolutely no

penetration , not even with his fingers. Within this framework, I was his plaything, ravaged by him for three years

until I graduated high school, failing to get into any university! He also failed to get into his ideal school; he chose to repeat a year. I

felt that I was probably a burden to him, distracting him. So I broke up with him!

First intimate contact, virginity check

. When I wanted to calm down and completely give up on this relationship, the old Chinese saying came true: "The tree desires

stillness, but the wind will not cease." That beast actually came to my house; coincidentally, my parents and younger sister weren't home that day. It

was summer, and I never expected that beast to come. Most importantly, he'd never been to my house before; I had no idea

how found me. I was wearing a blue skirt and a short-sleeved top, lying on a bamboo mat, trying to sleep. Hearing

a noise outside, I saw him come in.

Seeing no one else around, he, as always, didn't bother with pleasantries, pounced on me on the mat, and his monstrous hands

reached straight for my underwear. I struggled, but he easily and decisively pulled off my red underwear. I still

clearly remember the style of those underwear; there was a small zippered pocket on the side that touched my skin, and the zipper

head even pinched me a little. It hurt so much! I was filled with shame and embarrassment, and even more afraid that my family might come back at any moment.

All I could think about was how to cover my naked body. I pulled down the mosquito net from the bed, trying to cover something

.

The beast's purpose was even clearer. He pinned me down, forcefully spreading my legs,

completely exposing my still-fresh, cunt, which he had touched and pulled countless times.

This was only the second time his vulva had been viewed and played with so closely, and the last time was at night

when only glanced at it. Today, he seemed to want to verify something. Ignoring my struggles and pleas, he forcefully tore open my labia majora, forcibly opening my steaming, cunt-scented clitoris. For the first time

, my little cunt was seen so clearly by a man. 　　He held down my hands as I tried to cover my genitals, focusing on whether my valley contained what he had always been mysterious and desired—my hymen. After he succeeded and got a definite answer, he laughed wildly, then took my underwear, still warm and smelly, and placed the wetness and residual fluids on it in front , saying, "You are my woman, now and forever. I know your secret, and I..."

"I'll take full responsibility for you, don't leave me! Wait for me for a year, I'll definitely pass the exam and leave, and I'll take care of you

for the rest of my life." I didn't want to leave him in the first place, especially given the current situation. I was naked, my family

could come back at any time, what conditions could I possibly negotiate with him for? I had no choice but to agree.

Besides, the condition he offered was just waiting for him for a year, yet it promised such a bright future. I had

nothing to begin with, no money, no looks, all I had was my virginity, so at that moment I decided to follow

him wholeheartedly, regardless of whether he could pass the exam and leave after a year.

The beast hadn't completely lost his mind. After achieving his goal, he knew my family could come back at any time,

and if they really saw me, it wouldn't do him any good. So, he generously threw his underwear at my face, told me

to put on my clothes, and said something that almost made me vomit blood: "Today I just want to know if you're still a virgin?" "

I didn't dare ask him what would have happened if I hadn't. Perhaps if I hadn't, I would have quietly become a rural

woman, instead of being manipulated by him and reduced to being worse than a female dog.

He was lucky, but for me, it was probably unfortunate. He didn't linger. After learning I was a virgin,

he didn't pester me and quickly left with my promise.

A few minutes later, my mother returned. I thought: What a close call! I almost got seen. If she had

... I think she would have skinned me alive. I was terrified. I never imagined this would be the beginning of my

becoming a sex slave. My

first intimate encounter was a home delivery .

Actually, even if he hadn't come to me, I couldn't let him go. After all, he was my first love. After he started school,

I had nothing to do, so during my first week home, I went to his school to find him. I don't know why, but

I just wanted to see him. I knew his scoundrel nature, but I felt an itch in my heart when I couldn't see him.

It wasn't an itch in my vagina, really not. I just wanted..." I just wanted to see him, even just a glimpse from afar. I had planned to

leave , but when I saw him walking towards me, I couldn't move.

I let him take my hand and lead me to a small grove of trees about three or four miles from the school. On the way, I even

felt a little smug, even though I knew his purpose in bringing me there was simply to indulge his urges and relive

their past rituals. But I followed him without hesitation; you could say I willingly delivered myself to his doorstep. It was

a September afternoon, and I can still remember it clearly. As the saying goes, it would be impolite to refuse .

Once we reached the woods and everyone was alone, the beast pulled me

close , then unhooked my bra, leaving my bare breasts exposed in broad daylight to nurse for him.

I sat on the grass, and he lay on my lap, tearing at and biting my tender breasts, making baby

-like smacking sounds. The little beast would occasionally bite hard, leaving my large breasts covered in

teeth marks . He even explained, "I'm stamping this on you, so who dares to use it again?" "After he had his fill of biting my breasts, he

used both hands to torture them in various ways, pinching, squeezing, kneading, and then pulling them. He even slapped my

breasts several times. He practically treated my breasts like dough. I silently endured his lewd behavior. I think I loved him.

As long as he was comfortable and good to me, I would accept anything.

Seeing that I was okay with this, the beast became more and more outrageous.

Not , he even wanted to pull down my underwear, leaving my bare buttocks for him to play with. I firmly pushed away his

clutches and righteously refused. Seeing his seemingly resentful look, my heart softened, and I could only coax him

: 'Little beast, once you get into university, you can do whatever you want. This year, you just need to study hard for me, for

your sake and for mine, okay?' The beast hurriedly agreed and pitifully asked me: 'Then will you come again

?'"

Looking at his childlike expression, I had initially planned to never come again, lest my idea of affecting his studies

become distant and vague. I casually remarked that if he studied hard and ranked in the top ten of his grade, I would come to visit him every week he went home.

However, I warned him not to go too far, and that area was absolutely off-limits. He probably knew I was referring to my

little cunt.

From then on, I offered myself to him once a month for his amusement. He kept his promise and

never deflowered me. However, each time he played with me, it lasted longer, and it became more violent and

perverse. My breasts became a disaster area; each time they played, they would be bruised and purple for a long time, causing

me considerable pain. I almost dared not touch it. He had also mercilessly stretched my labia minora considerably, almost tearing them

off each time. I knew he was under a lot of academic pressure, and all I could do was silently endure it and fully cooperate with

him, as long as he was happy. As long as he didn't cross that line, I could accept it. The only change I experienced, and his

achievement, was that my breasts grew larger and rounder. This continued until he finished his college

entrance .

First time giving him oral sex!

That beast did indeed do well on the exams; he had worked really hard during his year of retaking the exams, probably because he vented all his pent-up anger

on my body. Before the results were released, I dared not visit him; I was afraid he hadn't done well,

and that would make me... All my efforts were completely in vain. I immediately checked his exam scores; that bastard's scores

were high enough to get him into his dream medical university. Heaven helps those who help themselves; foolishly, I even spent a whole night excited for him.

That bastard invited me to his house; I knew he wanted me to treat him. I thought that as long as his demands didn't cross my bottom line,

I really should try to get closer to him. If he could introduce me to his parents, that would be even better!

During the year he was back in school, although I spent some time with him every month, it was practically his

exclusive . I didn't even have time to say a few serious words to him; whenever we met, it was straight to the point. All I could

do was cater to him and avoid unnecessary conversation. I gave him ample opportunity to vent. That day, I happened to be on my period!

That beast truly lived up to his name; only a beast would do such things and say such things

. He took me to his house, and the first thing he did upon entering was to carry my shoes to his small room.

He told me that this was to prevent his parents from suddenly returning and coming in to check if he saw multiple pairs of shoes.

If they didn't think there was anything special, they generally wouldn't enter my room.

This would greatly reduce the chances of me being discovered. Although I was extremely unhappy, seeing his

gleeful expression, I really didn't want to spoil his mood. After all, our relationship needed to be developed step by step, letting his parents...

Acceptance also requires gradual infiltration; I can't expect to get fat overnight. After I entered his room and closed the door,

he, as always, pounced on me like a vicious dog, pinning me to the bed and tearing off my clothes without a word. This

beast had seen all my shameful parts before, but never completely naked, not even

my upper body. Only my genitals had been exposed to him once before at my home.

This time, the beast seemed to want to make up for that. It was summer, and I wore little clothing—just

a , and a black jacket over that. Soon, my upper body was completely naked. Looking at his frenzied state,

I was terrified he would lose control and take advantage of me. I clutched my pants desperately, my voice trembling with tears: "You little beast, don't

do this .

Not now. I'm on my period today; I'll give it to you later." The beast's frenzy subsided slightly, and he

immediately made a condition: "I just want to see. Take your clothes off and let me see, and I won't do anything to you!"

I could only pull down my black pants, revealing my floral underwear and the sanitary napkin underneath. The beast seemed

somewhat dejected that I hadn't lied to him. As he undressed, he pondered various schemes, and I felt a surge of tension. Was he going to force himself on

me ? I frantically searched for my clothes, wanting to do something, perhaps even escape. The beast

discovered my intentions, snatched my clothes away, and pounced on me. I didn't care about anything else; I knelt on the ground,

clasped my hands together, and begged him, "Please, you said you wouldn't do anything to me, please!" I still remember

the fear and cowardice I felt then. If I had been more assertive then, the beast wouldn't have done what he wanted to me later.

I hate it! I hate it so much! I was like a lamb to the slaughter, and the beast seemed to have made a huge decision. "Okay, I won't do anything to

you! I did well on the test this time, you should reward me with something, right?" "As long as you don't go too far,

I'll agree to anything you want!" I blurted out in a panic.

The beast lay on the bed, embracing my naked upper body, playing with my breasts, nuzzling my

breasts , biting my nipples and armpit hair. He rubbed my belly and thighs. At the same time, he made me caress

his penis with my hands. I had been asked to touch his penis before, but this was the first time I had seen this ugly, smelly thing

. I had no choice but to do as he said. After a few strokes, his thing was hard

and hot. He suddenly pressed my head down, moving his body to aim his penis at my mouth,

trying to shove it in. Of course, I refused, stubbornly turning my face away. He was clearly angry, first

slapping my buttocks hard a few times, then trying to reason with me. He

asked if I promised to do anything as long as he didn't fuck me. He gave me a choice: fuck me now, or

give him oral sex. How could I choose? I knew it was impossible not to choose either. It seemed he wouldn't

give up until he got what he wanted. Between two evils, choose the lesser; I could only choose to give him a blowjob. I tried to be clever, so I tried licking his balls

, but he grabbed my hair and forced me into position. I couldn't stand the smell of his penis; he had phimosis

, and when he pulled it back, the smell was utterly disgusting—not just nauseating, but enough to make you vomit.

I frowned, trying to be cunning, and licked his penis. He showed me no mercy or

politeness , grabbing my chin and forcing my mouth open before shoving his penis inside.

The pungent smell made me gag, vomiting all over his penis and legs. I was overwhelmed with shame,

shrinking into a ball, unable to look at him.

He was calm and collected, going to the bathroom to clean himself up before beckoning me back: "Continue!"

My pleas were useless, only earning me a few slaps and a few blows to the buttocks, and then I gave in. I tried to

avoid touching his glans with my tongue as much as possible, to prevent that damned smell from assaulting my senses. But the beast didn't give

me a chance. He kept waving his penis around, making sure every part of my mouth was covered. I couldn't take it anymore and tried to push

his hands or legs away, but he held me down tightly, making me unable to move. Every time my digestive tract spasmed and

I felt like vomiting, he would smile and threaten me, "You'll eat it

back up !"

I knew he was really capable of such a thing. I had no choice but to endure the repeated rebellions of my esophagus, forcing myself to

swallow back what I was about to vomit. My brow furrowed into a deep frown, and my face turned bright red and hot.

Time seemed to pass incredibly slowly, almost frozen. I don't know how much time passed, but I couldn't take it anymore.

Nausea rose up, but I dared not vomit it out. It all remained in my mouth, flowing down my chin and his penis as it went in and out.

My mouth couldn't hold any more. I pushed him away, stood up, swaying my breasts, and ran to

the bathroom vomiting violently until I almost brought up my gallbladder. After I finished vomiting, the beast laughed and said, "

Practice makes perfect! You'll get used to it! Come on, let's continue!" My head was spinning. I snapped at him, "You little beast,

don't go too far! I don't owe you anything. If you push me too far, I won't care what happens!" My thought at that moment was that

if pushing me, I'd bite off his penis. The beast backed down and didn't do anything more.

He played with me for a while, then, guessing his parents would be back soon, he took me away. You might ask me

why I didn't bite off his penis from the start? At that time, I thought I'd be his sooner or later, and I'd have to give him a blowjob.

I always treated him like a husband, spoiling and indulging him. I even fantasized about having a

son for him someday. How could I bear to bite off his penis? Who knew he always treated me like a sex slave, a toy, a

talking bitch. By the time I realized it, it was too late; I was already beyond redemption. That's a story for later.

My first time completely naked! As

soon as my period ended, that bastard couldn't wait to ask me to come to his house again. I asked him if he was taking me to meet his

parents, and he immediately lowered his head. He gave a whole bunch of reasons: the timing wasn't right, and

it would be difficult for his parents if they knew I was still dating during my return to school. He hoped to tell his

parents after he started university. He said there wouldn't be any pressure then, and it should be fine. I knew I couldn't push him too hard, or

he would hate me. If he dumped me, who would I go to?

I had to keep him happy, make him like me, and not leave me. Besides using my body as bait, I

really couldn't think of any other way. Besides, in the current situation, he'd seen what I shouldn't have seen,

touched what I shouldn't have touched. I had no choice but to go all in. All I could do was try my best to protect

my virginity from his illegal possession. I said, "If you can guarantee you won't do that (fuck me), I'll come to your house!"

The bastard seemed to painfully agree! "Are you really sure you won't do that?"

I asked him, half-believing, half-doubting. "I promise! I swear!" the beast answered readily. What else could I

do?

If I forced myself, he could succeed. That would likely damage my clothes, and I'd have trouble explaining it back home.

Following the beast to his house, this time I was smarter. Without his instructions, I picked up my shoes and

put them inside. The beast grinned wickedly and said, "You're teachable!" Then he ordered me to take off

my clothes, one after the other, to see who could do it faster. I had no choice but to strip off my shirt and unbuckle my belt. I absolutely refused to take off my last piece of clothing,

my lace underwear.

I even curled my body into a ball in defense. But it was no use. Seeing that I wouldn't give in, the beast pounced on me and pinned me

down. First, he held me down, face down, his hands pressing down on my arms, forcing my arms outstretched so I

couldn't cover

my underwear. Then suddenly he let go, his hands quickly grabbing my underwear and pulling it down. I arched my legs, trying to protect my

dignity.

Enraged, the beast grabbed my ankles and lifted me up headfirst.

Determined to humiliate me, he spread my legs wide and even touched my breasts with his toes, attempting to penetrate my genitals.

I screamed, "Please, no! Please, no!" "Then will you take it off?" "I will! I will,

okay ?" I sobbed softly. Seeing I had no will to resist, the beast slowly laid me down and casually

pulled down my underwear. I sat on the bed, covering my face. I knew all my privacy was now gone;

I could practically picture the beast's greedy gaze surveying my body. I was like a naked

lamb awaiting his judgment!

The beast wouldn't miss any opportunity to humiliate me. He opened the curtains, making me lie flat on the bed,

arms outstretched, legs spread, completely exposing me. I was utterly humiliated. I tried to clench my legs to protect my

secret garden, but he slapped my breasts hard several times, and I completely surrendered. I closed my eyes and waited for death like

Jesus .

This beastly cat toyed with a mouse, first playing with my breasts, rubbing them until they were red and swollen. Then

he straddled my face, ordering me to lick his penis. He climbed down my belly, his face pressed against my

vulva, parting my pubic hair, spreading my thick labia majora, stretching my labia minora out, pulling them long, stretching them at

various angles. He carefully played with my genitals, and regardless of how dirty my vulva was, he first

blew air into my clitoris with his mouth, and then he licked it with his tongue. I was unbearably itchy, spat out his penis, and pushed him away: "You beast,

you're not human!

You're a pervert!" The beast was truly enraged. He stood on the bed and lifted me upside down, my head barely

touching the bed, like a sack that had been turned upside down.

And so, naked, my breasts swaying, I desperately tried to close my thighs, revealing an abundance of exposed skin, like

a vivid, erotic painting displayed to him at the window. I was mortified and terrified, clinging

tightly to the beast's legs, trying to face him directly, leaving only my smooth

back and white buttocks visible to the window.

At the same time, I was utterly horrified. "Someone's seen! They can see through the window! Are you crazy?!" the beast demanded,

each word . "Am I human? Am I a pervert?" "You're human, not a pervert! Please,

put me down!"

I pleaded, my voice trembling with tears. The beast showed no intention of letting me go, continuing to hold me and humiliate me:

"Then who's a pervert? Who isn't human?" His feet weren't idle either, rubbing against my breasts and labia.

"I'm a pervert, I'm not human!" I could only shout in response. The beast pulled my legs up, yelling, "Give

me a blowjob!" I had no choice but to cling to his legs, swaying my head as he licked his penis

while he lectured me. He said he was already being incredibly kind by not doing it, and I shouldn't be ungrateful. If I

didn't satisfy him, he'd break my vow! He only put me down when he couldn't lift me anymore.

I was already grateful to have kept my virginity, so I endured whatever he did to me. On the contrary, I tried my best

to please him and avoid angering him. He made me lick his penis, so I fought a fierce battle with my esophagus,

enduring the foul stench and trying my best not to vomit. But the beast's penis kept rubbing hard against my

throat , and I finally couldn't hold it in and vomited. I didn't dare look at him, so scared I wanted to eat the filth back up.

The only human thing the beast did was say, "You don't need to lick anymore!" Then he led me to the bathroom and made me

vomit all over the toilet. After vomiting, I sat on the toilet to urinate, and that beast's penis came over again

. He teased, "Water gun on top, water gun on the bottom, passage!" I didn't dare disobey him, so I

humiliatingly took his penis into my mouth. He forced my head to move like a piston, and I complied.

The beast was very satisfied with my service and his attitude. "That's right, otherwise you'd be in trouble!"

I agreed in my heart. Back on the bed, I became as compliant as a sheep. As long as he didn't

take my hymen, I cooperated. This became my mental support. The beast became even more unscrupulous,

first ordering me to spread my legs, tear open my labia, and completely expose my vulva.

My vulva, smelling of urine, bloomed, still glistening with droplets of urine.

There was also some milky white vaginal discharge. I knew shame, but at that moment I couldn't care less; it was as if a

spell forced me to do it. I don't know what I was thinking back then. I would never do

that . But I did it then. He dipped his fingers in my vaginal fluid, caressed my clitoris, and flicked my

tender flesh. I trembled and begged him, "You said you wouldn't do it to me!" The beast grinned lewdly, "Don't worry, I promise I

won't do it to you! But I can at least look at you, right?"

After what seemed like an eternity, the beast had had his fill of playing with my little cunt. He then started playing with my anus. He made me bend over,

my legs spread wide, completely exposing my vulva and anus to the air. He

blew air while commenting, "You have too much pubic hair, and the shape isn't very neat. But your cunt still smells good.

Your anus is too ugly, all wrinkled, and there's still some poop on it that hasn't been wiped clean." I could smell my own

stench . I was so disgusted by what he said that I wanted to disappear into the ground. My face was as red as a monkey's butt.

I've had enough of being humiliated by that beast. He lay down with me, holding me close, and rubbed his penis against my butt crack. After he finished, he made me...

I gave him a blowjob. After he got his penis hard, he rubbed it against my breasts, and then I gave him another blowjob. His hands

roamed over my most sensitive areas. Finally, he got bored and wanted to shave all my pubic hair, citing two reasons: first

, the shape was irregular and didn't look good;

second, he wanted to see my smooth, shiny little pussy. I had no choice but to agree. And so, I became

a bald woman.

He even asked me humiliating questions: "Hey, can you smell the stench? Where is the smell coming from?" I

could only swallow my anger and answer. After tormenting me for over two hours, he finally showed mercy and allowed me to leave, ending

the hellish mental and physical torture. Before leaving, he put all the pubic hair he had shaved off into my

underwear and forced me to wear it home.

He even said that this meant I was unharmed. My genitals felt like they'd been pricked with needles. On the way home, I wanted to reach into my underwear

several times to scratch my vulva, but seeing the passersby on the street, I had to endure

the agonizing itching and slowly make my way home.

The first thing I did when I got home was throw away those pubic hairy, brush-like panties.

After that, he habitually bossed me around, and I was forced to accept his humiliation and discipline. He

had a big session almost every three days, and a smaller one every two days. He expected me to obey him completely and greet him with a smile. He kept

his promise and didn't take the opportunity to deflower me. His explanation was that one day I had to beg him to deflower me, otherwise he

wouldn't touch me! But I believe more what he told his friends years later when he was drunk: the reason he didn't sleep with me

was that he planned to dump me after going to university; before that, he was just playing around. To avoid trouble and

minimize problems, he kept my hymen.

My first dangerous encounter!

The most terrifying time was when I went to his house for his pleasure. I was kneeling on the floor, naked, licking his penis, when his

dad suddenly came home early. I heard the door open and panicked. I quickly spat out his penis and frantically searched for clothes.

Luckily, the beast had the foresight to take all my clothes and shoes to his own room, and his dad didn't notice

anything amiss. Then, the beast immediately opened the door and went out, where he and his dad were having sex in the main room. That's how I managed to

hastily put on some clothes and avoid embarrassment. I was so frantic I was almost going crazy, so I didn't even have time to

put on underwear and a bra before throwing on my outer clothes. I ended up just stuffing my underwear into my pocket. His dad probably

went home to get something and left immediately.

I breathed a sigh of relief. The beast returned to the room and demanded I take off all my clothes and continue doing what he wanted. I had no choice but to undress and

become naked again.

As I was being abused by him, my legs spread wide, my bare, fleshy cunt exposed, like a bitch's, when the door rang again. This time, I didn't even have time to get dressed. I scrambled to my feet,

grabbing my clothes, and lay naked in the narrow passage between the bed and the window. If I didn't make a sound,

no one would be visible from the doorway. The beast remained calm, pulled on his shorts, and opened the door to check. It turned out his father

had returned unexpectedly. Knowing his father's character, the beast figured he was suspicious, so he opened the door and deliberately walked to

where I was hiding. Seeing my exposed, fleshy buttocks, white thighs, and heaving breasts, my head half-raised,

waiting for his decision—a picture of utter embarrassment—the beast, with his usual expression, mouthed me to be quiet.

Then he sat on the bed, stepping on my buttocks to pull the curtains.

His father glanced at me from the doorway, thought everything was normal, and didn't come in.

He said something and left. What did he say? "You left the windows open when you were home, what's that smell in the house?" Only then did I realize

that a strange odor permeated the room—the smell of my and that beast's genitals exposed. I was incredibly ashamed

. After his father left, the beast went to the window and watched him walk away. Then he came back. I had just finished dressing,

intending to leave immediately. My heart couldn't take it anymore; I was scared, truly scared! But the beast

wasn't finished . He reached inside my clothes and rubbed my breasts, asking, "Can you

smell anything in the house?" I knew he was asking a question he already knew the answer to.

I deliberately said I didn't know, to avoid further humiliation. The beast understood my thoughts perfectly well. He

wiped his hand inside and outside my labia, making them sticky with my vaginal fluid, then held it to my nose and made me smell it: "Is this

the smell?" "Yes!" I was utterly ashamed. "Lick it clean!" The beast pervertedly shoved his hand into my mouth.

"You've already licked his cock, this shouldn't be difficult, especially since it's all your own stuff!" I closed my eyes,

accepting his humiliation with utter shame. The beast wasn't finished; he forced me to strip naked, saying he needed to

completely get rid of the smell, and dragged me, numb from the abuse, to take a bath.

He played with me inside and out. Finally, shamelessly, I was forced to bend over in the bathtub, licking his cock

while he played with my anus and cunt. It wasn't until his rock-hard cock and prickly pubic hair stimulated me so much that I couldn't bear

it anymore and vomited that the day's entertainment ended!

Before he went to university, I never went to his house again, because I couldn't endure his perverted torture and

was afraid of being confronted by his family. If the beast asked me out again, I'd go to the movie theater or the woods. I agreed, thinking

he wouldn't dare go too far in those places. The beast did indeed torment himself a lot, after all, those places are crowded. But that beast was still incredibly

perverted. Every time we went to the movie theater, he'd take me to the last row because it was less crowded than the front rows where there was always someone

walking by. Once we were seated, he'd check that no one was around and immediately revert to his beastly ways. He'd force me to strip

naked , exposing my genitals

, claiming it was to "let it smell good!" Then he'd unhook my bra, revealing my large breasts, with only a jacket covering my upper body.

I'd squat down and lick his penis while he abused my breasts. At that time, I didn't know how to give

oral sex, and I didn't know the proper technique. Even if I licked all day, I couldn't make him ejaculate. So, I'd often squat down and start

giving oral I'd still be squatting there licking even after the movie ended. The little beast, however, often took care of me, afraid I'd get tired of squatting,

and would make me get up and move around. This "movement" consisted of me actively breastfeeding him, letting him brutally abuse my

labia and knead my clitoris. Back then, I thought that once the lights were off in the movie theater, no one could see me.

Looking back now, the filthy things I did were clearly seen by the audience on the second floor of the movie theater—it was like

a live broadcast of a Category III film.

And he ruined me. I didn't dare touch my breasts for two months. There wasn't a single good spot. My normally

fair and tender breasts were abused until they were purple and bluish-purple, and my nipples were always engorged and turned dark black.

My breasts were covered in teeth marks and pinch marks; even touching them through my clothes hurt. My little cunt wasn't much better

. First, it was made into a hairless cunt, and a month later, he got pricked by some newly grown hair and,

in a fit of rage it all off again, leaving my pubic area almost barren, nearly

a flat cunt. My labia majora and minora were even more horrific; he stretched them so much that one was noticeably longer than the other, making it

look like a rooster's comb from a distance.

Both labia majora and minora were visibly congested and discolored, and my clitoris was also swollen and congested. My thighs and buttocks didn't

escape ; he whipped and pinched them, leaving them scarred and mangled. For two months, I didn't dare shower, afraid someone

would see and ask what happened. I could only wash myself when no one was home. I was in unbearable pain but had to force a smile.

My personality and body were abused to the point of being worse than a prostitute. In his words, "Don't you have

any shame?!"

My first time being fucked!

During his first year of university, that beast completely cut off contact with me. He really intended to dump me, and I

was frantic , as it meant all the humiliation and effort I had endured

would be for nothing. The turning point came suddenly, catching me completely off guard.

It He hadn't dared tell his family and had kept it a secret. I found out from a classmate who was also

at his university.

I wrote to him, telling him that I absolutely had to come back on October 1st to meet him and settle things.

At that time, I had found a temporary job at a coal mine, specifically selling coal. Scattered throughout the mine were

a dozen or so small, simple houses for the coal sellers to rest in. The houses were very basic, with only a

bench with armrests, a regular chair, a door, and no windows. Oh, and there was a

stove in the winter.

We met in one of those small houses, where it was just the two of us. That beast wouldn't admit he'd

been demoted, thinking I didn't know and trying to deceive me. When I asked him directly, he was visibly surprised

but immediately admitted it. I asked him what he planned to do about our relationship. This question was clearly outside his

comprehension .

He was probably afraid I'd tell his family about his demotion and our relationship, and he panicked.

He begged me not to let his family know, worried his parents wouldn't be able to handle it, and what if

something happened? He said he hadn't contacted me because he was having too much fun, not because he wanted to dump me, and that he still liked me. He

said he was busy lately and wanted to wait until the New Year or later to take me to his parents' house to formally introduce me. I

was so naive then, completely swayed by his sweet talk. His words resonated with my own thoughts.

Unknowingly , I walked into his trap, or rather, I forced him to set a trap for me. My

cleverness backfired, and from then on, I was doomed, with no peace whatsoever!

My only goal was to reconcile with that beast and hope we could be together in the future. Since he had made that promise

and I had leverage over him, I was naturally overjoyed. To be honest, after being molested by him for several years,

I felt a bit uneasy when he stopped touching me. I vaguely felt an itch in my vagina and my breasts were swollen, and deep down I really hoped he

would entertain me like before. Seeing that I didn't intend to report him, the beast knew he couldn't miss this opportunity. Although he

really wanted to get rid of me at that moment, he weighed the options for a long time and decided that appeasing me was the most important thing. The beast had already

made up his mind to stay away from me and never touch me again to avoid being tainted. But the beast changed his mind. Seeing that

no one was around, he put his arm around my shoulder and kissed me.

I unconsciously responded to him, secretly hoping that this was the prelude to his pleasure with me. The beast did not disappoint me.

He then reached into my bra, grabbed my two warm breasts, and pulled them out of the neckline

. I was already used to his strange behavior. To ease the tension, the beast roughly

fondled my breasts while asking, "Let me see if it looks the same as when I left? You didn't let

anyone else ?" I was so angry I didn't know how to answer, so I just laughed reproachfully, "Get lost

! Who would dare touch me but you!" Afraid he'd ruin my clothes, I said, "Wouldn't it be better if you kept your hands inside?

I'll have trouble explaining this when I get home!" Seeing I wasn't going to blame him, the beast became even more audacious! He lifted my

clothes, forcing my bare breasts against his face, while his dark hands reached directly to my genitals,

roughly stretching my labia.

I was being played with by him, both painfully and blissfully. Perhaps it had been a long time since he'd done this to me, and I was incredibly

eager. Therefore, that day I tried my best to please him, twisting and turning my body, my vagina secreting copious amounts

of lustful fluid, and I even let out a moan for the first time.

The beast seemed to be infected by my behavior, and he actually stripped me naked in the hut. To say I was completely naked wouldn't be accurate

; I was only wearing socks and shoes, completely exposed as he played with me. The reason I was so bold, letting the beast do as he pleased,

was because my hut was relatively secluded. Normally, unless someone was buying coal, I could stay in my hut all day

without seeing a soul. So, I usually went to other huts to play with other workers; they didn't come to me.

Today, the beast was particularly excited by me, his penis maintaining a salute-like position for a long time.

The beast made me lie naked on the bench, grabbing one of my ankles with each hand, spreading my thighs, exposing my

little cunt. He checked to make sure the seal was still on, then tried several positions. I knew he

wanted to fuck me, and was figuring out which position would make him feel comfortable. When he realized that

no working, he seemed somewhat disappointed. After all, before, when he tried to fuck me, I always pushed him away and

stopped him. But I didn't stop him today, and it seemed like a golden opportunity was about to slip away; he was unwilling to give up.

The temptation was so strong the first time! How could I not know what he was thinking?

The reason I didn't stop him was because:

First, we're both adults; he can be responsible for his actions! If he really sleeps with me, he

won't be able to get rid of me. Second, I genuinely like him; my body will be his sooner or later, and if I can satisfy him, he

won't leave me. Third, I want to influence him, to let him know that I'm willing to give so much for him, and that if he

betrays me, he'll carry a lifelong guilt!

Seeing him so anxious, like a monkey with its tail chopped off, I finally made up my mind. Fine! Fine! Fine! I'll see it through to the

end.

I stood up from the bench, grabbed his head, and said to the beast, "You little bastard, if you ever betray me,

may you be struck by lightning!" The beast looked at me, sweating profusely. I made him sit on a small chair, legs apart, and

straightened his penis, exposing the glans. I turned my back to him and let him manipulate my buttocks, slowly positioning myself

to sit on his penis. After several adjustments, we finally aligned. I felt as if a huge, hard penis was thrust between my legs,

a pain as if I were being torn apart. My vagina was painfully swollen, yet desperately craving it, especially my clitoris,

which itched like an ant was crawling on it. Sitting down hurt, but lifting it up only made it itch more. It felt like my vagina was about to be filled with a hot, throbbing

penis , making me want to urinate.

I spread my legs, and the beast squeezed my breasts so hard they seemed to burst. My breasts were compressed and deformed in his palms.

He conveyed his intentions through my breasts, forcefully grabbing and pulling them down, making me sit down

so his penis could plunge into my already lubricated vagina. I knew this moment would come sooner or later, but I never expected

it to arrive on a day in October 1998, when I was twenty-one years old. Better a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one, I

gritted my teeth and forcefully sat down. The ensuing pain made my legs tremble, and my mind went blank.

The beast, probably enjoying the grip on his penis, became impatient when he saw I wasn't moving. He

lifted , and the instant his penis withdrew a small section from my vagina, I suddenly felt a sense of loss—

was it the loss of virginity, the loss of fullness in my lower body, or both? I also felt a

faint tingling sensation spreading throughout my body, and the pain lessened somewhat. Without time to think, I slowly

stood up with his help. Just as his penis seemed about to slip out of my vagina, the fullness vanished, and I felt as if my

spine had been ripped out. Reluctant to let go of that feeling, I quickly sat back down.

In fact, at that moment, the beast's penis seemed to have lost its restraint, and the pleasurable sensation was about to disappear.

This caused the beast to thrust his penis upwards and violently mate with my descending cunt.

I gritted my teeth, trying my best not to make a sound, but I couldn't hide my moans. Gradually, pleasure

replaced the pain, and we were both immersed in the pleasure of intercourse. I was able to cooperate with him more and more freely, letting his penis

penetrate as deeply as possible. I moaned intermittently, "Don't ejaculate inside." A few minutes later, he suddenly

pushed me away and pulled out his penis. I saw his penis throbbing, and suddenly the glans jerked up, spitting out

some snot-like sticky liquid. Only then did I realize that there was blood on my legs and on his penis, and on his legs.

My cunt and between my legs were full of clear, lustful fluid, and the air was filled with a lewd atmosphere.

I remember my first time so clearly. I silently put on my clothes, and the beast watched me get dressed like a child who had done something wrong

, seemingly realizing he had caused a great disaster, sweating profusely.

I went to comfort him, saying, "You little bastard, you don't have to take responsibility for this. If you don't want me anymore,

just tell me, and I'll leave quietly!" Actually, I was testing him then; I was really afraid he'd just pull up

his pants and run away! The little bastard immediately said, "Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person. You're my woman, for life

. I'll take care of you for the rest of my life!" That day, I felt incredibly happy!

Sex is an irresistible temptation for inexperienced young men and women. Ever since that bastard deflowered me

, he'd been obsessed. The next day, he came to find me again, and after a few words, he started tearing off my clothes.

I pretended to struggle a few times, then gave up. After all, I was his woman now. Besides, I still had a

demon inside me—lust. Having tasted the sweetness, I naturally couldn't stop! We were much more skilled than yesterday, and we had many more

tricks . Just as we were getting into the middle of our passionate lovemaking, we suddenly heard a noise at the door. We

didn't have time to put on our clothes. Naked, we grabbed our clothes and hid by the door. (That was the blind spot through the glass door,

that thought.) It turned out to be the coal buyer. The man and my boss pushed the door, but couldn't open it (we had already locked

the door). They still wouldn't leave, muttering to themselves, saying, "They were just here a moment ago, the truck is still here, where did they

go?" while peering inside through the glass.

My husband and I didn't dare look up or say a word. I was incredibly ashamed; I was naked, and if my

boss saw me and told others, how could I live with myself? My husband was also terrified. Finally, my boss realized something was wrong and

said to the coal buyer, "Let's look over at that small room over there, see if it's there?" The coal buyer still wouldn't leave,

pushing the door while peering inside through the glass. In the end, the two of them left, grumbling. After they left, I quickly

put on my clothes and told my husband to get lost. A little while later, my boss and the others returned.

They asked me where I had been. I said, "I took my boyfriend there!" My supervisor didn't ask any more questions, but she glanced

at me a few more times with a strange look.

I thought I could get away with it, but a few days later, my good friend from the same factory told me that my

supervisor had told her during dinner the other day that she saw me naked with a man in a small room

, doing "that" thing. She thought locking the door would keep it a secret. Little did she know, she could see us through the glass, hiding by the door,

not even dressed yet. Our breasts were exposed, and you could smell the stench as soon as you got to the door, yet we thought

we were getting away with it .

A coal buyer wanted to peek, but she dragged him away!

My friend asked me if this had happened. I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear, my face burning. I could only tell her,

"Yes, but that man is my boyfriend!" My friend looked at me strangely, as if I were standing

naked in front of her. Even though my supervisor is a woman, and it wasn't a big deal that she saw me naked, I

knew I couldn't stay at this factory anymore. Soon, this version of the story would be embellished and spread

throughout every

corner of the factory , and then the entire city. In their mouths, I was a shameless slut, a prostitute selling my body, a whore that everyone could befriend.

The next day, I quit my job and left!

My first time drinking urine!

I had no choice; I wanted to leave the city, but I didn't have an independent financial foundation. I had to beg my family to let me

learn a skill. I went to a nursing school; hiding on campus would be much quieter. But I increasingly relied on that beast

as my emotional crutch; my longing was so intense that I often met him in my dreams. This

strong dependence made him even more tyrannical and unreasonable towards me, to the point of wanton humiliation.

In the summer of 1999, the beast invited me to his school. I knew he wanted me to reward him and satisfy his sexual needs.

I was thirsty. To be honest, I missed him too. Since I'd already given him my virginity, what did I care? Besides, it was

a formal introduction to his social circle, letting his college classmates know I existed, preventing others from having any opportunities

or fantasies. I gladly went. That summer, although we groped each other at home, it was just small-scale fun.

Because there wasn't a suitable place for us to dream our love again. One example is enough to show how much that beast was holding back.

At that time, I had already told my family that I was dating that beast. My parents didn't quite agree, afraid that I would be deceived, saying that it wouldn't

last . Seeing that I insisted, they didn't say anything.

That beast had also been to my house a few times. That day, my dad was home, and I was chatting with that beast in another room. That beast

first put his arm around me, his hand reaching inside my clothes and groping me. I tried to keep quiet so that my dad wouldn't notice. That beast actually wanted to take off

my pants and make me naked so he could kiss me there. I thought to myself, are you crazy?

But madness triumphed over reason. I gently closed the door, and the beast pulled my pants down to my knees. I

lost my grip, my pubic hair exposed in the front and my bare buttocks exposed in the back. The beast then arrogantly bent me into a grotesque position

with my buttocks sticking out. He spread my buttocks apart with one hand, opening my vulva wide, while his other hand, with his index and middle fingers together, prepared to penetrate deeply

. At the same time, the beast's tongue swept over my buttocks, a multi-pronged attack that

almost moan. I couldn't go on like this anymore. If my dad saw this, or if my mom came home and saw this,

they would skin me alive! I quickly pushed him away and pulled up my pants! The beast knew that things had gotten out of hand

, so he just gave a lewd smile and didn't get angry.

But the beast then made an unreasonable request: he wanted to shave all my pubic hair in my house. Of course I

refused, and my method was quite clever. I got him an electric razor, but the trimmer for my sideburns happened to be

broken. Plus, my pubic hair wasn't short anymore, so he couldn't shave it all off quickly. He was forced to abandon his perverted

plan. This example alone shows how intense his lust was.

That summer, he returned to school early, and I went with him like a comfort woman accompanying a soldier. He

threw his belongings into the dormitory and, seeing that others had returned, knew his wish to have sex with me there that night was

dashed . So he took me sightseeing first. After dinner, it was dark, and the beast took me to

a video arcade near the school.

The arcade was almost empty; the students hadn't returned yet, and those who were were mostly busy with their own things, rarely

watching videos. There were only five or six people in the entire arcade, and many sections were empty. As soon as the lights went out, I knew the devil's

operation had begun! That beast wouldn't tolerate my demands. He first made me pull my bra out of my sleeve, then pulled down

my trousers and underwear, leaving me only in socks and a jacket on top, which he then pulled into his arms. This allowed him to do whatever he wanted with

all . Since everyone in the video arcade was in couples,

they didn't pay any attention to us.

The beast groped me, playing with my fingers and kneading them for a while. Then, while sucking on my breasts, he

reached his wicked hand into my genitals, probing in and out of my vagina, smearing his fingers with my vaginal fluid,

then smearing it on my face, finally forcing me to lick his fingers clean like a dog. That wasn't all. He first

ordered me to lie on my side next to him, mouth to his penis, demanding oral sex, while he leaned back on the sofa like a king,

watching a movie and rubbing my breasts.

I licked for over ten minutes, but not only did I not ejaculate, my penis became smaller and smaller, almost limp!

The beast accused me of not putting in the effort and not working hard enough.

He roughly pulled me off the sofa, leaving me naked from the waist down, legs spread wide, my cunt exposed, and made me squat down

to continue giving him a blowjob. He, however, was still enjoying squeezing my breasts, completely absorbed in the movie.

I knew he wouldn't let me off easily if I didn't satisfy him, so I worked even harder, licking his glans,

the sulcus , the foreskin, and his testicles meticulously. Finally, my tongue went numb, but the little bastard still wouldn't ejaculate!

(Later I learned that the little bastard was deliberately playing with me; whenever he was about to reach his limit, he would distract himself,

focusing intently on something else, and his penis would naturally cool down and soften.)

Seeing that I hadn't succeeded, the little bastard accused me of shirking my duty. I was about to go crazy, so I told him, "This time, you

tell me where to lick, and I'll lick there; you tell me how to lick, and I'll lick there! Don't blame me if you don't come!" So the bastard

instructed me to kneel with my legs spread. I thought about it, and reluctantly, in this humiliating way, for a ridiculous

reason did as he said. Only then did I realize that my thighs were soaked with vaginal fluid, and

a long, shiny strand of fluid had even stretched from my previously open vulva all the way to the ground.

He had aroused me to the point of madness; my vulva was tingling, and it felt like a tiny worm was crawling inside me, making me extremely

uncomfortable .

At the same time, I didn't know if it was shame or fear, a mixture of humiliation and anxiety. My face was burning, and I desperately wanted

him to ejaculate. So, I immediately mustered all my energy and frantically carried out his commands! "Lick it!"

"Yes, lick it again!"

"Put in more effort! Suck harder!" "Lick the balls! Yes, lick them all!" "Faster, faster!"

"Don't use your teeth, use your tongue to wrap around them, and suck harder with your lips. Deeper!" "Yes! Faster! Harder!"

I felt like my neck was about to break. I was swallowing and spitting like a chicken spitting out rice, each time his

glans was right up in my throat. I swallowed until I couldn't swallow anymore, my saliva was running down his penis

everywhere. I was almost suffocating, my tongue was almost stiff. Finally, I couldn't resist

the chain reaction , and I vomited. Luckily, I didn't vomit on him. He saw that I had really tried my best and my attitude

was correct, so he let me off the hook.

But while the upper mouth escaped, the lower mouth had to pay the price. He made me spread my already

overflowing cunt and sit on his steel-like, hot, steaming penis. I was utterly exhausted from his torment, and

now I did whatever he told me to do without any thought or filtering. I parted my labia myself,

aimed at his penis, and plopped down on it—the sound still rings in my ears! We were both startled,

looked around, and only relaxed when we saw no one was watching. I placed my hands on the back of the sofa in front of me (that

row was empty) and started lifting my buttocks up and down, trying to push his penis as deep as possible into my body,

to prolong that feeling of fullness.

The beast rubbed my breasts while quietly adjusting the range and frequency of my movements. He fucked me several times...

After a few minutes, the beast finally decided to let me go. The reason was that the position was too uncomfortable; I had to move myself up and down,

and it was quite noisy. Several times, because I gripped too hard, the sofa in front of me shifted and made noise.

The beast allowed me to sit down, continuing to let him masturbate while my bare bottom remained exposed, until the movie was almost over, when he finally allowed me

to put my pants back on. Throughout the movie, neither of us could make him ejaculate, which annoyed him. I knew

the consequences of not letting him have his way were severe.

I don't know why, but I started to become increasingly afraid of him! Afraid of him like a mouse before a cat.

That night, I slept in their girls' dormitory. The next day, he took me to the park,

and in the evening , he took me to another video arcade near the school with private rooms! This video arcade was

a temporary structure built from relocated housing; it was incredibly rudimentary, a small room with only a long sofa, a TV, and

a VCD player.

It was unbearably hot inside, practically a playground for sexually frustrated lovers. We booked an all-night session, grabbed

a few movies, and went inside! The video rental shop staff set up the machine, inserted the discs, and told us to change

them ourselves. Then they left, and the beast quietly peeked at the door, then came back, locked the door, and turned off the lights.

His gleaming eyes were exactly like a wolf's. Sure enough,

after looking at me, the beast grinned and commanded with unquestionable certainty, "Take off all your clothes! Only your socks and shoes!" Short and decisive, absolutely

no unnecessary words! This was the beast's consistent style towards me now! I could only silently carry out his orders.

"You know what you're supposed to do, right? Finish the work you didn't finish yesterday!" (To my shame, I'd been the beast's

mistress for ten years, licking his penis for six, and I'd never given him a blowjob even once! In short,

I'd never gotten it right.) That day was exactly the same as the first. I tried every position imaginable, even straining

with all my might, and threw up twice, but still, it didn't work!

The beast wasn't going to tolerate my advances. When his mouth didn't work, he

resorted to his penis. He ordered me to be on all fours like a bitch, sticking my ass out, and spread my buttocks with his hands. He then rammed his drool-covered cock straight into my clitoris.

The first thrust blasted open my labia, and I winced in pain, letting out a groan. The beast didn't care. With his

cock erect, like someone smashing down a city gate in ancient times, he attacked again with a vengeance. This time, it hit me squarely, but the angle was off

, and it slammed against my vaginal wall at an angle. I couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, "Ah!"

The beast and my buttocks felt burning hot;

I touched them and saw five marks.

The beast grabbed my hair and forcefully pulled my head back, arching it

back like he was taming a wild horse. "What are you yelling for? If you yell again, I'll shove my underwear in your mouth!"

How could I dare to yell or cry out in pain? I actively swayed my hips, adjusting my position to allow his penis to smoothly

penetrate my cunt. The beast grabbed my hair with one hand, forcing my head back, while the other hand roughly fondled my breasts,

his penis pounding wildly into my wet cunt. The collision of our genitals produced strange

sounds, his pubic hair prickling painfully, but I dared not complain, afraid of spoiling his pleasure. When I couldn't hold it in any longer,

I could only make muffled sounds through my throat. Just as the storm subsided, his climax abruptly ended. Sensing he

was about to ejaculate, he pulled his penis out and shoved it directly into my mouth. "Hard, almost there!"

His penis was covered in my vaginal secretions, with lots of white foam on it, and the smell was indescribable

. What an insult! I wanted to vomit, but the beast still grabbed my hair, seeing my reluctance: "

It's all your own stuff, what? Feeling disgusted?" I thought, I've already fucked him, I've even licked his penis,

what's wrong with my own vaginal fluid? I closed my eyes, not caring about the taste anymore. I swallowed his penis whole, using it like a

straw to suck hard.

The beast instructed me on how to suck, while threatening me not to spit it out. I knew he wanted me to

swallow all his semen, and that was indeed my intention, to please him. I felt his penis throbbing

, as if something was about to shoot out. I quickly grabbed his buttocks with both hands,

trying to keep his penis pressed against my throat so that the damn, foul-smelling, jelly-like liquid would go directly

into my esophagus. He did ejaculate, and I forced myself to swallow desperately, trying not to spit it out. As I

swallowed I realized something was wrong. How could there be so much? If it was all semen, the beast would die from exhaustion. Then

I felt my digestive tract churning, and I couldn't take it anymore. I vomited.

Only then did I realize my mouth was filled with a foul, stinking smell. The beast was secretly grinning, emptying his

bladder against the wall. Only then did I understand what I had swallowed. I didn't have the energy to get angry, so I could

only pretend to calmly accept reality. That beast hadn't forgotten to interview me on the spot: "Did you drink it or not?"

I knew if I said no, he'd probably give me another pot, and besides, I couldn't possibly vomit it all out. I

could only reply plaintively, "I drank it!" "Then why did you vomit it out later?" "If you had all that semen

, I think you'd be in big trouble!" "Haha, you're smart!" The beast laughed smugly. I

knew he was satisfied with my answer; at least he wasn't angry. Sure enough, that night, the beast fucked me twice more,

pulling out each time as he was about to ejaculate, afraid I'd get pregnant and the semen wouldn't come out.

But that night, he didn't force me to give him oral sex; he knew his bad deeds had left my mouth

smelling of urine all night, a foul, bitter stench! Dawn broke, and they started school, while I dragged my exhausted body

back to nursing school to continue being his invisible lover!

For the first time, I felt like a "chicken."

I was truly torn between wanting something for nothing. I liked this beast, yet I was terrified of him leaving me, of him abandoning me. I could

only desperately try to please him, to submit to him, using my worthless body as a bargaining chip to win him over, to make him unwilling

to leave. I had no choice but to submit to him without principle. I gradually evolved from a human into a dog.

When , I allowed no privacy whatsoever; I had to give him all my personal space. This beast not only physically

abused me but also mentally tormented me to death. The more I suffered under his torment, the happier he laughed, the

more perverse his actions became. My sincere heart only earned me more and more of his cruelty! In his eyes, I was perhaps just a

talking bitch, a toy for his amusement, a walking corpse to make his penis feel good. I knew I was a worthless wretch.

But I'm not a prostitute, yet that experience made me feel like a "chicken" for the first time.

That time, the beast's cousin was seriously ill and near death, and his entire maternal grandmother's family went to visit her. There was no one at home

, and the beast couldn't let this rare opportunity pass him by. He took me there to have his way with his penis. To

avoid suspicion , he told me the exact location, then went in first, telling me to wander around the alley entrance for a few minutes before

going in. The first time went smoothly as he wished; I entered quietly without attracting anyone's attention. After

closing the door , knowing his rules, I undressed myself at the doorway, revealing my naked penis, and waited for his visual

rape and further instructions.

The beast surveyed his territory, then dragged me inside. I was used to his routine; as soon as he

pulled down his pants and exposed his penis, I would pounce on him like a vicious dog, offering him oral sex. It all

seemed to have become my instinct; I seemed to have forgotten the modesty and shame a woman should have. Before he even gave the order,

I had already done it. Then he slowly announced today's task: "You have to blow me today,

or you'll face the consequences!" Following his instructions, I first bent over, legs spread, and licked his penis.

After ten minutes, it didn't work, so I squatted down, legs spread, and licked him, gently rubbing my breasts against his legs with each lick. After

another ten minutes, it still didn't work, so I knelt down, legs spread, and licked him. He played with my cunt with his toes

while rubbing my breasts with his hands.

Exhausted and still not achieving my goal, the beast calmly lay down on the bed, making me stand with my mouth facing his

penis , my cunt facing his face, legs straight, not allowed to bend, arms supporting my upper body. Then

, like doing push-ups, I had to keep bending over, lifting my mouth without leaving his penis, and sucking hard.

Most importantly my legs couldn't bend under any circumstances, and my teeth couldn't touch his glans or penis. His penis

had to penetrate quite deeply for it not to be considered lazy. He made me do it ten thousand times.

I dared not bargain; doing so would likely result in him making me do 20,000 or even 100,000 times. He, on the other hand,

was simply enjoying the pleasure I gave him and counting for me. I tried my best

to suck as fast as he demanded, because the slower I went, the more tiring it was! After a hundred, I couldn't take it anymore; my buttocks sank lower and lower, my legs

involuntarily bending downwards. The beast parted my labia majora, occasionally flicking my clitoris with his fingertips, or

blowing on it, or snapping his fingers against my clitoris. Each snap sent a shiver through me, and

soon I was overflowing with vaginal fluid, a glistening strand running down my thighs and labia.

Every time my buttocks came down, he would swing them around and mark my buttocks, to teach me a lesson. When my legs bent,

he would put two fingers together and forcefully pound my clitoris against the vaginal wall, the pain making me want to bite his

penis. I endured hundreds of blows, my buttocks burning from the beatings, my cunt aching from being penetrated everywhere. I didn't

care anymore; I plopped down on his face, pressed myself against his stomach, and gave him a blowjob. That way, he

couldn't hit me hard, and my cunt was spared.

I don't know if it was my pubic hair pricking him or my cunt being pressed against his mouth, but this beast directly punished

me. He grabbed one of my labia minora, stretched it out forcefully, and then actually put it in his mouth,

biting it with his teeth, while simultaneously pushing my buttocks upwards with both hands, forcing me back into the standard position.

I painfully lifted myself up, my poor labia minora stretched out so much that I howled in pain

and sat back down. I covered my cunt with both hands for a long time, afraid that the flesh was no longer on my body.

Even with such a devil, I didn't dare to turn against him. I was in so much pain, and he was completely unmoved. What's worse,

he took advantage of my distress, using the opportunity to roughly ravage my breasts, as if he was angry

and wanted to tear them off my chest. My pain eased slightly, so I started blowing on his

penis a thousand times, but I couldn't lick anymore. I told him that even if he killed me, I wouldn't blow anymore; I really

had no strength left. The beast seemed understanding and didn't force me to continue. He made me sit on his penis and move up and down on

my own for the remaining nine thousand times. I didn't dare to act like a dog anymore and obediently sat on it and started moving up and down.

As soon as his penis went soft, I knelt down and quickly licked it, swallowing the juices from his penis along with the saliva.

When it got hard again, I immediately got up and voluntarily sat back down.

He manipulated me so much that I had to find the trick myself. I couldn't lick his penis too dry, otherwise it would hurt too much when he penetrated me,

because my vagina couldn't keep producing lubrication indefinitely. I could feel the lubrication coming in waves,

and when it was a little dry, his penis would feel rough and sticky. I needed to constantly

lubricate his penis with saliva, and cleverly leave a thin layer of saliva on it, not too thick so as not to

anger him. I couldn't spit out the excess saliva and lubrication; I had to swallow it.

Only then would he be satisfied. I shamelessly acted like this, just to make him smile. It seems

unbelievable , but at the time I did it without hesitation. I got tired of this position, so the beast allowed me to lie down,

spread my legs, and open my little cunt, playing the missionary position. He fucked me so hard I felt like I needed to pee, and I cried,

"I can't take it anymore, I need to pee, I need to pee!"

The beast's reply was so cool: "Pee, just pee! I'm going to fuck you until you pee!" I tried

to pee, but I still couldn't. I cried out, "I can't pee!" Even after he got tired of fucking me, I

still couldn't pee, so the beast threw a cushion on the ground and made me kneel on it to lick his cock.

When he got excited again, he made me crawl in front of the dressing mirror and bend over, so my mouth was against my reflection in the mirror. I watched him

fuck me while humiliating me: "What am I doing?" "You're playing with me!" I had lost all sense of shame.

I remember when this little beast was dating me, I had just opened my breasts to him, and once he said he wanted to play with

my nipples. I was so angry I argued with him for a while, warning him never to use the word "play" with me again.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe how shameless I'd become. "Look who's that?" he

pointed my reflection. "It's me, Cheng Junyi!" I answered shamelessly, following his lead

.

The beast laughed gleefully. He controlled himself well; even when he was tired of fucking me, he didn't ejaculate. I was so exhausted I could

barely straighten my back, let alone stand up.

The beast took out the sausages we'd planned to use for lunch, pried open my vagina, and shoved one inside.

He stuffed it in until it couldn't go any further. Then he dragged me to my feet and told me, "Squeeze tight, don't let it fall out,

walk around!" My vagina was still wet, and due to gravity and my inability to use my vaginal muscles,

the sausage , no matter how hard I tried to clench. The beast forced me to stand in front of the mirror and look at

my reflection. He then shoved another one in, filling my vagina completely. He asked me, "

Who's that in the mirror?" "It's me! Cheng Junyi!" I answered only when he was satisfied. He played with my

breasts while making me walk a few more steps.

It fell out again in no time. I had no idea how to use my vaginal muscles properly. I looked at him with infinite grievance, waiting for my fate.

He seemed to just want to watch the show, not taking it seriously. The beast made me bend over in front of the mirror, mouth to mouth

, and then shoved two more sausages into my vagina. He even tried to insert another, but failed.

Then he made me crawl on the ground, instructing me to clench my vagina tightly to prevent the sausages from falling out. I did as he said, but the result

was the same. The beast said he didn't care about the result, but wanted to find the reason—why was this happening? Then he

actually went to get his grandmother's rolling pin to measure it. Luckily, he couldn't find it, or I would have gone crazy.

He was furious at not finding the rolling pin and ordered me to eat the sausages that fell out of my vagina. He said that once the skin

was removed they looked normal. I happily complied, replenishing my energy in the process. He kept

going until the afternoon. When he got tired, he forced me to perform urination for him. Shamelessly, I half-squatted on a flowerpot,

spread my legs, and used my urine as fertilizer to scatter on the leaves. He watched intently as I, in my degrading state, finished

the last drop of urine, satisfied. Only then did he take me away to see a movie.

The second time I went, I was unlucky again. Several of his maternal grandparents, knowing about his cousin's affair,

wanted to ask around and blocked him at the door. I was oblivious and stupid;

normally seeing so many people at the door, I should have just said I got lost or asked for directions and left, thus

avoiding angering that beast. But I didn't. I simply greeted him and went into his grandparents' house.

The neighbors stared wide-eyed. The beast had to say, "This is my classmate," and only then did they disperse.

Now everyone understood what a lone man and woman could do in an empty house. The main problem was

that it was summer, and I was only wearing a very short skirt and a revealing top. Plus, my large breasts were quite prominent, making it

easy for people to mistake me for a prostitute. I knew I was in trouble because if that beast really got angry with me, he wouldn't yell at me

furiously ; he'd just habitually shrug his shoulder and make me kneel and beg for forgiveness. So I

tried to reason with him first. I told him he'd promised to let me meet his parents, and asked when that would be. The beast completely ignored me, raised an

eyebrow , and asked, "Didn't I tell you to come a little later, so they wouldn't suspect anything?"

I had no choice but to answer truthfully, "Didn't you tell me to wander around the alley entrance for a while before coming in? I've been waiting for several minutes

. I came in and saw several people at the door. You know I have a bad memory, and I was afraid of going to the wrong door, so I just came in directly

. Besides, we've been dating for years. You can't always make me invisible, you have to think about me!"

The beast was completely unreasonable, so he could only pretend to be wrong and say, "I'm not blaming you, I just thought it would be

better if you weren't seen by them. Look at you dressed like that, like a prostitute. All this gossip is so annoying

!" Then the beast closed the door, revealing his true colors. I knew he wouldn't let me off easily, so I was extra careful,

doing whatever he told me to avoid being punished. "Take off your underwear!" His orders were always so brief. I

didn't sense anything unusual and quickly took off my skirt, but he stopped me.

"Just take off your underwear!" I was puzzled, but I didn't say anything. Who knows what kind of perverted

ideas he had? I immediately took off my purple briefs and handed them to him. He had already unzipped his pants, revealing

his penis . I quickly squatted down and started licking him. After a few licks, he said, "Okay, bend over now!"

I wondered what was wrong with me today. I had only taken off my underwear, and I hadn't even taken off my other clothes yet. Why was he in such a hurry? Hadn't we just fucked each other

a few days ? With these questions in mind, I bent over, spread my legs, and was about to spread my labia

to make it easier for him to fuck me when the beast grabbed my buttocks with both hands, pulled them apart, and thrust his penis inside.

I wasn't prepared, and the pain made me stagger. I cried out "Fuck!" and crawled forward several steps.

After being slapped on the buttocks, I was told to crawl like this, being fucked, until I reached the bed. I didn't dare

make a sound; I just did what he said. I crawled to the edge of the bed, my head pressed firmly against the edge, my hands gripping

the edge as well. My body was curled into an "n" shape, my ass sticking out as he fucked me. His fucking style today was different from usual.

Before, it was mostly playful, with fucking as a secondary activity, the focus being on seeing my cunt contorted in agony. Today was different;

it was pure fucking, a storm of penetration right from the start, with no intention of entertaining me. Because there was no foreplay, my

vagina was very astringent, so I felt no pleasure whatsoever. I only felt uncomfortable, a burning pain inside my vagina,

and this position made me feel uncomfortable all over, as if my bones were being stretched open.

The beast's penis thrust faster and faster. A few minutes later, I felt like he was about to ejaculate. As I wondered

if he was going to ejaculate inside me, he pulled out his penis, and his semen spurted out, mostly onto

my buttocks, with some smeared on my face. I thought he'd make me swallow it, but instead,

he did something completely different. He dragged me to the kitchen, got a basin of water, and personally washed my buttocks and cunt.

Then he took me directly to the toilet—the kind with a flush toilet. He made me

squat at one end of the toilet bowl facing him, while he stood at the other. He demanded that I listen to him count "one, two, three," and on the third, we'd

both pee. I couldn't fathom his intentions, so I just did as he asked. His splattered urine landed on my

face, and needless to say, my cunt was doomed. My urine posed no threat to him.

The beast finally smiled at this prank, and seeing him smile made me feel much better. At that moment

, the beast shoved his wet penis to my mouth.

I wisely took it, sucking up all the urine, regardless of its taste, to clean it thoroughly,

leaving no trace of odor. Seeing his satisfaction, I assumed he had forgiven me and quickly

began to undress, eager for his pleasure. The beast coldly said, "No need to take your clothes off. Today I just want to see if I can..."

"Cum! The last few times I asked you to give me a blowjob, you still failed. I thought I was impotent. Okay,

now you know, hurry up and put your underwear on and leave! After a while, even the neighbors in this yard will figure out

what's going on!" I was stunned. Gradually, I came to my senses about what had happened in less than ten minutes.

First, he fucked me as soon as we met, without even taking off his clothes to save time. Then, after he ejaculated, he washed me clean, to prevent

his semen from getting into my cunt and causing problems. He even made me pee to prevent me from getting pregnant and to have some fun.

My God, what am I? For the first time, I felt like a prostitute, or even worse than a prostitute! Prostitutes

can openly show their faces, and if they encounter a customer they don't want to see, they can refuse to go. If they can't agree on a price, they

can refuse a job. What about me? I come when summoned and leave when dismissed. I can never see the light of day. What have I gained?

Besides empty promises, I have nothing. Tears welled up in my eyes. I looked at that beast with utter despair.

All he did was try to comfort me, telling me he didn't want to attract attention, and then demanding I

leave in a harsh and urgent tone, as if every minute I stayed was a mistake. Furious, I didn't bother wiping the urine from my genitals or

the semen stains on my face. I pulled on my underwear, slammed the door, and stormed out. As I passed his grandmother's window, a sliver of hope lingered; I thought he'd

call me back from inside. But when I saw his cold gaze and resolute expression through the glass

, I was utterly devastated. He just wanted me gone. I didn't dare look up, afraid of seeing his neighbors

. They would surely look at me with contempt, pointing and whispering behind my back, "Look, she's

definitely a prostitute!" My heart sank to its lowest point. Was the person I loved really such a heartless,

beastly person? Was all my sacrifice worth it? For him, I endured humiliation, compromised, and fawned over him, only

to end up like this. I began to doubt my initial choice.

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