It's late at night.

It's late at night...

"Let's go to sleep, it's ten o'clock, honey. You've been busy all day, it must be tiring. Hey, don't stare at

me like that, okay?"

"No, I like it this way. I like seeing your natural, un-permanent eyebrows, your natural lip line, and your

cute, delicate nose... If you're sleepy, go to sleep first."

"But I can't sleep peacefully like this. I have to go to work early tomorrow morning... Honey, your

hands are at it again, stop touching and pinching me, hey, your mouth... umm... your breath... it smells so strong... your nipples

hurt from being pinched..."

"It's your fault for not wearing a bra, if you don't wear one, you have to give me... I'm not going to work tomorrow, let's give ourselves

a break, let's have some fun tonight..."

"Of course you can, but how can I! That old witch at work is cunning... she's always watching

us, and besides, there's a lot of layoffs going on, everyone's panicking..."

"What are you afraid of? It's just an old witch. Your father-in-law and she used to be old comrades, their '

relationship ' is great. Nothing will happen. Just give them a heads-up. You can't possibly lose your job, that's unbelievable..."

"Really, honey? You're not lying, are you? I've never heard you mention this before, since we got married.

I don't believe you." "

That's interesting. You can't possibly know everything about the old man's 'private affairs,' that would be strange

. Believe it or not."

"So, honey, how do you want to 'enjoy yourself'... I'm on my period today... and I'm

wearing an extra-long overnight sanitary pad..."

"Let's try something new."

"A new thing? Like porn?"

"Learn from porn? Porn is about learning from us. Come on, lean on me first, let me lie on top of you, smell nice

..."

"No, I can't take it too long... Hey, you're so impatient, your underwear is already off... and your

little brother is just falling onto my stomach..."

"I'm not actually lying on top of you, just like this. Stick your tongue out, stick it out quickly. Yes,

like this, I'm going to move... I haven't even smelled it yet, and you're already pulling it back, why!"

"No, honey, I'm afraid I can't hold on for long..."

"Hey, easy, just bite it with your teeth, like this..."

"Okay, I'll try..."

"Right, like this, make your eyes more affectionate and gentle... then I'll start kissing your '

clitoris '... Ah, the 'vaginal fluid' is sticky..."

"I'm not playing anymore, honey, my tongue isn't a 'clitoris'! If you want to kiss, just kiss,

why are you saying such nonsensical things! Besides, if you want oral sex, you can lick me, you've

licked me before, it's clean there..."

"Just saying, do you know, the shape of your clitoris is just like when you stuck your tongue out and

bit it with your teeth, so cute, why are you angry?"

"If you say that again, I'm ignoring you."

"Oh, tears are about to fall. Okay, okay, sweet wife, I won't say anymore. I'm sorry, alright?"

"Honey, let me get up, I need to pee. I'll let you continue 'your pleasure' when we get back..."

"What? Less than five minutes! You need to pee? You've never done this before. And what do you mean by

'your pleasure'? Don't you want pleasure tonight?"

"Honey, I didn't eat much rice at dinner, but I drank a lot of soup, you saw that.

I really need to pee, it's urgent. Let me go to the bathroom quickly, otherwise I'll pee on the bed, and

it'll be hard to clean up..."

"I won't let you go. Didn't you use an extra-long overnight sanitary pad...?" "That's not an adult diaper, it won't work. Even if it were, it's still uncomfortable

to have it under my bottom after peeing ." 　　"Well, how about this, let me help you pee, like you did when you were a kid..." 　　"Don't be ridiculous, what will you use to catch it? Let me go to the bathroom!" 　　"Looks like you want to do this too. I know what you're thinking. Let's do it now. 　　Let's use the wastebasket by the bed to catch your pee. There's a plastic bag in it, it should be big enough to hold your pee. Come on, let me hold you while you pee. Make sure you pee accurately, don't spill it on the floor, otherwise you'll have to lick it clean. 　　Oh, the sanitary napkin on your underwear is so big, I've never seen one like it before. Don't you use sanitary napkins?" " 　　You know perfectly well. Sanitary napkins, sanitary napkins, every time you put them in, I can't use them without you , didn't you say that? Otherwise... Besides, I wouldn't dare to use them secretly behind your back. If you found out , that would be terrible... I told you at dinner, and I called you to come when I needed to use water before bed, but you didn't come. Now you're blaming me. I don't want to use sanitary napkins either, they're so inconvenient. But I knew you wanted to tonight ..." 　　"By the way, just for this, you're my obedient and good wife, my good wife. It's okay if you can't pee accurately... 　　There's a sticky stuff on the sanitary napkin, what is it... Hmm, the smell is normal..." 　　"Of course. Honey, I peed..." 　　"The sound of your pee is so nice, drip-drip-drip... If it were a metal basin, the sound would be even better, like 'pearls falling onto a jade plate,' quite poetic. Honey, why did you fart? That's so annoying, and it smells a bit. Did you poop today?" 　　"No. My bowel movements haven't been good for the past few days, a bit dry... and a bit hard..." 　　"Judging from the sound and smell of your fart, this poop must be near your anus, just one push away, right, honey?" 　　"Yes, how did you know, honey? You seem to have studied this kind of thing." 　　"Don't blush, honey, are you feeling dizzy from holding in this poop?" 　　"Yes, that's why I wanted to go to bed early tonight." 　　"Okay, problem solved. I'll put you down. Just lean against the edge of the bed, with your hands on the edge, and straddle the wastebasket. I'll get the glycerin suppository to lubricate your anus so you can take care of this poop problem comfortably." 　　"Honey, don't forget to get the toilet paper. I need to wipe myself down there; you always need to wipe after peeing. 　　And the sanitary napkins; they're all together."

"Let me wipe you, don't blush, it's not the first time. Spread your legs a little wider,

lift them up a little higher, okay, hold this position, I'm going to squeeze the 'glycerin suppository' into your anus. Honey,

your vulva is so beautiful... Okay, one small bottle is finished, let's have another small bottle. In ten minutes or so,

the stool will soften, and with a little effort in your anus, the poop will come out. Okay, squat on the wastebasket... Clench your anus, don't let the 'glycerin suppository'

spill out..."

"Honey, I'm asking you, who did you learn this from? Can you tell me!"

"Who I learned it from doesn't matter, the key is to solve the problem."

"Hmm...hmm...hmm...oh...hmm...hmm...oh...hmm...hmm...oh...it's out

..."

"Look, it's only been a few minutes, so fast, oh dear, it's all 'sheep droppings,'

oh dear, even the runny stuff came out, okay, is your head not spinning anymore? Now you don't want to sleep anymore, do you?"

"Honey, you're so naughty! Let me clean you up!"

"Let me wipe it! Besides, I still need to insert a sanitary pad for you! Oh dear, the bleeding has started, don't move..."

"It's just for a moment, it's okay..."

"Are you really okay? Will the bleeding stop? Didn't you feel anything beforehand?"

"If I could feel anything, what would I need sanitary pads, sanitary napkins, and sanitary swabs for? Let me wipe it for you!"

"Your face is red again. Honey, you look quite beautiful when you blush, blush again and let me see."

"You're so annoying."

"Honey, get into position, I'll wipe it for you. First, wipe the anus, from front to back. There's quite a lot of poop on the paper

, I almost got it on my fingers. Wipe the blood, from back to front, to the clitoris, do it a few more times, smell it, there's a

smell ... Okay, it's clean, lie on the bed, stick your butt out, soon... the sanitary pad... is inside...

the thread is outside... I won't wear underwear..."

"Honey, I'm feeling much better now, what are you going to do..."

"Honey, let me get rid of this plastic bag first... You mentioned sanitary pads earlier, so tell me

about your first period. Did you ever use sanitary pads? Do you remember?"

"Of course I did. It was a strip with toilet paper clipped to it, and I wore it."

"You used the wrong word. Sanitary pads aren't 'wear,' they should be 'do.'" "Honey, don't nitpick. Whether it's 'wear' or 'do,' I used

sanitary pads during puberty, but you definitely didn't. As for my first period, it was quite a coincidence. It happened during summer vacation in my second year of junior high. I woke up one morning and found I was bleeding. I cried immediately, which startled They thought something terrible had happened. After they found out what happened, my dad said, 'Our daughter's puberty,' and then left. My mom taught me everything else." " 　　So, was your first sanitary pad your mom's, or did she buy you a new one?" 　　"Of course, we had to use Mom's as a temporary solution. Nobody expected something like this to happen so suddenly. But Mom's sanitary belt was a bit too big, so she bought me two new ones later." 　　"What happened to the underwear and sheets stained with menstrual blood?" " 　　I washed the underwear, dried it, and kept wearing it. In the summer, we used a straw mat; we just wiped the blood off the mat and put it in the sun to dry. Why are you asking so many details? Are you writing my childhood memoir?" 　　"I don't have that kind of knowledge! By the way, how did you use the first sanitary belt after that—the one Mom bought for you—and when did you stop using it and throw it away?" 　　"When your period comes, just—in your words—'fuck' it. When did you throw it away? Oh right, the sanitary pads I used in college are still there, among my old clothes. I saw them last week tidying up. I wanted to get rid of them, but I didn't. I bought them with my allowance! Because back then, sanitary napkins weren't as common as they are now. After they became available, I stopped using them. The 　　sanitary pads my mom bought for me in middle and high school were thrown away a long time ago. Oh right, the sanitary pads my mom and I used , we washed and hung them out to dry, and someone stole them. Have you ever done that? You have, haven't you? You blushed, you definitely did." 　　"How could you buy your own sanitary pads in college! You're pretty bold! Aren't you ashamed if your male classmates see them ?!" 　　"Honey, I didn't realize you were so old-fashioned! When I went to university, I didn't bring any of these things with me, and I couldn't ask my family to send some, so I had to bite the bullet and buy them myself. The lady selling them was really nice; she helped me choose the soft, breathable kind, and even told me which type of toilet paper was best." 　　"You still have your old sanitary pad from university, right? It's in your old clothes! Find it now !" 　　"Honey, no, nobody uses that stuff anymore..." 　　"Wife, my dear wife, please find it now! I want to see how pretty you look when you're 'fussing' the sanitary pad! Hurry up... I'm waiting for you, look, my little brother's hard!" 　　"I'll go find it... I found it, honey, it's still pretty new, here you go." 　　"It's quite new, has a musty smell, and the workmanship is very fine. It's even made of silk. You must be rich from college , playing with such high-end stuff. Fuck it, let me admire it... Hmm, it's nice, the style is nice, both front and back are nice, not inferior to a thong at all. Honey, I strongly suggest you wash it clean, you can use it when you have your period ." 　"Nonsense... Have you seen enough... Have you touched enough... It's making me itchy... I'm taking it off..." 　　"No... Don't take it off so quickly, we haven't finished yet. When you have your period, you have to fuck it like this, and then tell me your 'sanitary belt stories,' okay? You treasure the sanitary belt, which means you have many stories in this area... Take it off, you can give me oral sex now, the 'five fingers' mission is over, my little brother loves your cherry lips the most." 　　"Okay, honey, after I'm clean, you have to do the same thing for me. You also have to tell me how you stole feminine hygiene products when you were young; I bet that experience was really exciting for you. And you have to show me what this sanitary pad looks like." 　　"How can you be so sure I ever did something like that? You're always thinking the worst of me. Oh, wife, you..."

"Don't use so much force, and don't go so fast, my little brother can't take it, ah... ah... ah... stop... oh...

I almost came... again... wife..."

"Honey, your little brother is so big, my mouth can't handle it, let's switch to vagina,

besides , my vagina is really itchy, it seems wet, let me put a

condom on you, it's more hygienic that way, take out the sanitary napkin... okay, I took it out... honey, I'm sitting on top..."

"Wife, slow down, it's too fast, you don't have enough stamina... also, I want your breasts... wife,

your vagina is so tight, it feels so good..."

"It's all thanks to the vaginal wash you usually give me!"

"A little trick, not worth mentioning, wife, let's change positions, you on the bottom, I'll on top,

let's shout out the 'shouting' we do when we make love, that way we'll get more energetic."

"Honey, it's late, it's not good to shout like that, it will disturb the neighbors."

"The house is well-sealed, so it usually doesn't disturb the neighbors, let alone now. Keep your voice down,

come on, shout. You won't shout, huh? Go ahead and shout..."

"Ah...ah...why are you using so much force? I'll just shout! Husband, Dada, come and fuck this slut,

this slut is Dada's whore...ah...this slut is Dada's whore...ah...

this slut is Dada's bitch...ah...this slut is Dada's whore...ah...this slut is Dada's flesh cushion

...ah...this slut is Dada's vase...ah...this slut is not Dada's whore...ah...this slut

is not Dada's worn-out shoe...ah...this slut is Dada's whore...ah...this slut is Dada's whore...

ah...this slut is Dada's whore...ah...this slut is Dada's whore...ah...this slut is Dada's flesh cushion...ah...this slut is Dada's

vase...ah...this slut is not Dada's whore...ah...this slut is not Dada's worn-out shoe...ah...

da...ah...ah...da..."

"Good shouting, why is she Dada's whore...ah..."

"Because, Dada's slut produces so much vaginal fluid during sex, it can both carry and capsize the boat... Ah..."

"Well said, why Dada's whore... Ah..."

"Because, Dada's whore's pussy is incredibly itchy when she's in heat, unless Dada's little brother is used to control it

... Ah..."

"Well said, why Dada's bitch... Ah..."

"Because, Dada's bitch's pussy only stays tight thanks to Dada's concoction, otherwise...

Ah..."

"Well said, why Dada's harlot... Ah..."

"Because, Dada's harlot is always, in every way, using lewd words and actions to seduce Dada into having sex, she's

Dada 's lifelong sex slave... Ah..."

"Well said, why Dada's flesh pads... Ah..."

"Because, Dada's flesh pads are for Dada to press on, the more he presses, the more comfortable he feels all over... Ah..."

"Well said, why the vase... Ah..."

"Because, Dada's vase is for Dada's little brother to insert into... Ah..."

"Well said, why not Dada's whore... ah..."

"Because, it's perfectly natural for Dada to visit prostitutes, but a whore can't be a whore. A whore

belongs Dada... ah..."

"Well said, why not Dada's worn-out shoe... ah..."

"Because, of course Dada can wear 'worn-out shoes,' but this whore's shoe is for Dada to wear, not for anyone else

... ah..."

"Well said, why do you call your husband 'Dada'... ah..."

"Because 'Dada' is Pan Jinlian's nickname for Ximen Qing, and 'whore' is me. 'Dada' is

the whore's nickname for you, my husband... ah..."

"Well said, why don't you compare yourself to 'Pan Jinlian'... ah..."

"Because, before Pan Jinlian slept with Ximen Qing, she had already slept with other men. Of course, a whore can't compare herself to that

... ah..."

"Good... good... good... so good... so good... Dada is so good, whore, are you good...

ah..."

"Even a slut like this is good... Dada, let's fuck this slut's ass again... Ah..."

"Dada will satisfy you... Ah..."

"Dada, Dada... Da... Da... This slut... is... coming...

Ah..."

"Wife, my... flesh... I... am... going to... cum... Ah...

Ah..."

"Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm..."

"Oh... Wife... It's two in the morning, are you asleep...?"

"Asleep..."

"Asleep, and you're still talking to me... Wife, the helmet is still on my brother's head, when are you going to

take it off...?"

"Just let my brother wear it, it's not a big deal, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning, you can do it yourself."

"Wife, have you noticed, your mother has a certain charm... She's almost fifty, but you

can't tell unless you look closely, she dresses like she's in her thirties or forties..."

"What do you mean, what do you mean 'your mother has a certain charm,' explain yourself clearly..."

"Don't be angry, okay? I was just joking."

"How can you joke like that? Why are you talking about my mom instead of yours..."

"My mom? She's long gone... Besides, your mom is indeed quite alluring, especially... every time she

sees me, there's something about her that makes me shy to say it..."

"You have something to be shy about? What exactly are you trying to say? Just say it, stop beating around the bush..."

"I'm starting to like your mom... I want to 'sleep' with her... do you agree..."

"Don't dream about it, what you're saying is... I can't say those two words..."

"I'm trying to discuss this with you."

"There's nothing to discuss."

"Didn't you just call me your sex slave? Now you're talking to me like this, it hurts me deeply..."

"I said I'm your sex slave, not that my mom is your sex slave..."

"Enough. You're not my sex slave, and your mom isn't my sex slave either. But I have to remind you,

your mom dresses like she's in her thirties or forties, she's definitely looking for another old man, your stepfather..."

"You said my mom wants to find an old man... How come I didn't think of that... I need to think about it carefully...

What about the inheritance Dad left behind... Speak up, why are you acting like a dead person, stop pretending to be asleep..."

"I want to sleep with your mom, you deal with it!"

"Hey... Hey, wake up, husband, wake up..."

"Oh, who knows when I'll wake up from my nap... Ah... Ah... Wife, what are you doing? Why are you

tying my hands and feet to the bed rails... What do you mean? Let me go, you, you... still laughing..."

"Hmph, I've been planning this for days. Letting you go isn't so easy. Serves you right for

liking to take a nap after dinner, you brought it on yourself..."

"What is it about? Can't you talk it out? Ah... Let me go, wife, I need to pee

... Ah, quick... I can't hold it anymore..."

"You can't hold it in anymore, just go for it... Look, I've prepared sanitary napkins for you, plenty, a dozen, and if that's not enough,

there are more in the cupboard... Come on, go

for it, go for it, why aren't you going to pee...?" "Hey~~ Don't grab my little brother, have mercy, ah, have mercy... Honey,

why you doing this? I'm not Mike Douglas, and you're not Sharon Stone, why are we playing this '

instinct' game? It might hurt someone..."

"I want to play this 'instinct' game. That's it for tonight, just think of it as me serving you, enjoy

it , be good, ah, good boy, my good husband..."

"Just talk, why are you flicking my little brother with your finger and grabbing my scrotum? Does it hurt...

Ouch... Mom... If you want to play, hurry up and get on top of me, take off your clothes and pants, let me suck your breasts first,

wow, wife, you're not wearing a bra, don't offer yourself up like that, tease me, make me anxious, give it to me, no... wow,

wife , you're not wearing underwear, you're not wearing a sanitary pad, are you a little horny? Let me lick you first, get

some mineral water to drink, come on up..."

"Don't rush, you'll enjoy yourself slowly, husband... Let's play some other games first..."

"Isn't this a game? Why do we need to play other games?... Wow, wife, what are you doing with

that ... No, don't put it on my lips... Don't put it on my nipples... Don't put it on my penis... Ah...

Ah... You put it so thick... Wife, what do you want...?"

"Hmph, honey, look at this! A pair of scissors, a special eyebrow clipper… Last week you

cut my mom's pubic hair into a 'nun's head,' that's what you told her afterwards. You cut it, fine, but you even

told her you cut mine too! Hmph… I'll let you cut it. Today, I'll

cut a 'monk's head,' then shave it all off with Gillette…"

"Oh, wife, for that? I didn't cut yours, I was just teasing her, not

to her to cut mine. If you really did, your mom and I would truly be a pair of 'green dragon and white tiger,'

besides…"

"What else… You've been planning this for a long time, are you still trying to deny it? You can cut my mom's,

so can't say when you'll cut mine… I'm going to strike first today, otherwise…"

"Wait, honey... I have to go to a sauna with clients in a few days, I can't be naked from the waist down, can I

? Ah... If you cut me, it'll take at least three months to grow back to this size.

How am I supposed to do business during these three months?... Please, honey, have mercy..."

"Ha! No hair means I can't do business? What kind of logic is that? What kind of business is this? Are you

doing business with your hair, or is someone doing business with you with their hair? Ridiculous... Let me tell you, during these three months of hair growth, if you

want to shower, you'll have to shower with me at home. We haven't taken a bath together in a long time... Hey, honey, how do you know it'll

take three months to grow? Did you cut it before? Before me, did other women cut it for you?

Otherwise, how do you know... Tell the truth, or I'll pliers you..."

"Wife, wife, put down the scissors! It's dangerous! Don't joke around, let's talk this

out ... I've never had my pubic hair cut, nor has any other woman ever cut it for me. I just heard a friend say, '

You need to shave your pubic hair before surgery, and you have to wait three months afterward...'"

"'Shaving your pubic hair,' what does that mean? I've never heard of it before..."

"Sigh, 'shaving your pubic hair' means the nurse removes it before surgery. You're an adult and you

don't It's something they're required to do, a compulsory course in school..."

"You think you know everything... What kind of reaction do you have during shaving?"

"Look at my reaction now, that's what it is. Some people even 'flow like a river of spring water eastward

,' you've heard that story, haven't you? It's very interesting, let me tell you..."

"Disgusting, you people should really be ripped out completely... Let's see how you act shamelessly..."

"Stop...stop cutting...Wife, I haven't 'flowed eastward' yet...Wife, you really have to

cut it...I beg you, I'll do anything you want as long as you don't cut it, you're my 'mother,' okay? I'm

your 'son,' okay, Mom..."

"No, that won't do either, I don't want to be a mother yet...You've tied me up, what can I do?

I can only do you, are you unhappy? You have no choice but to tell me, what reason do you have not let me cut it? The one

before count, nothing like that counts, tell me...tell me now, otherwise, I'll make you flow eastward..."

"I...I..."

"I,I what...tell me...tell me now...if you don't tell me, I'll take a look at the knife..."

"I can't explain it, I really can't. But what reason do you have to cut my hair? It can't be

because I tricked your mother into cutting it, right? Besides, your mother let me have sex with her, and you agreed to it. Since we're having sex, let's

do a variety of things to satisfy my curiosity. Your mother will be happy too, won't she? ...How can you

interfere with such a good thing, wife?"

"Ha, you're getting more and more reasonable. Ah... Fine, I'll name a few things so you'll be convinced and

cut it for me... Look at you, you should soften your erect penis first..."

"Ah ha, ah ha, you made it coiled up, how am I supposed to soften it myself? I even tied it up for you

, isn't that asking the impossible? Just leave it erect, as long as I don't move it, it won't..." "

Alright, husband, I'm asking you, what did you do after you cut my mother's hair?

Tell me honestly..."

"I didn't do anything, it was just a haircut..."

"'Just a haircut,' is it that simple? Tell me, what else did you do? Tell me, if you're

too embarrassed to say, I'll say it for you..."

"Well, honey, just say it, if you make sense, then... whatever you want..."

"Fine, I'm giving you face, but you don't want to be shameless, okay, you've got guts... At first, my mom didn't agree to you cutting it, but you lied to her

and said you cut it for me, that the style and effect were excellent, and you even took pictures and saved them on your computer. I was very satisfied and

wanted to show them to my mom later. My mom was completely fooled by you, but what she didn't expect was that you actually shaved her completely

bald . After you finished cutting it, you even collected all the hair, saying you wanted to make a calligraphy brush as a souvenir. Later,

after my mom fell asleep, you used her lipstick to apply a thick layer to her labia and anus, and you even used an eyebrow pencil

to draw big black circles around her labia." When my mom got up in the morning and used the toilet, she noticed red and black stains on

the toilet paper . She was terrified, thinking something bad had happened. Then she smelled the paper and asked you, and

found out it was you who did it. And what did you do? Not only did you not admit your mistake, but you also didn't help my mom clean up. You even joked that my mom had lost her hymen

again , and then you wanted to have sex with her first thing in the morning, telling her to relive

the feeling of her hymen being broken and bleeding. You even forced my mom to tell me how her hymen was broken by her first man... Tell me, is this

reason enough to cut your hair...? Tell me... You still have the nerve to laugh... I'll show you what laughing is like..."

"Oh, my dear mother, don't take it out on my brother! I can't even laugh! Humph... Haha...

Haha ... Wife, my good wife, I've told you before that your mother has a lot of body hair. Every time I give her oral sex,

I accidentally get some hair in my mouth, which feels really unpleasant. Tell me, who would be

careful ?... Actually, the second time I made love with your mother, I suggested trimming her hair

, and she agreed... Look at women your mother's age, how many don't have armpit hair?

Your mother doesn't. She trims it herself, making sure it's clean. She knows to clean up the hair on her arms."

Why can't you just clean up your pubic hair yourself? ... It's a good thing I cut her pubic hair, not a bad thing.

It's for everyone's enjoyment when we make love in the future. ... As for applying lipstick and drawing eyebrows, it's just for fun. Your mom

wears lipstick and draws her eyebrows all day long, that's called "beauty enhancement," and "beauty enhancement" is "inciting lust," you understand? ...

I've always wanted to draw your eyebrows and apply lipstick, it's one of the greatest pleasures for a man, but you've always refused.

I'm talking about the top, not the bottom, don't misunderstand... You didn't see what happened that morning. When I

suggested to your mom that she relive the moment her hymen was broken, your mom was so... absolutely insane...

"How utterly insane! You're making excuses... I'll show you!"

"Please let me finish! You can't deprive me of my political rights, and you can't take your

anger out on my little brother all the time. It might cause 'spring water to flow eastward'..."

"'Spring water flowing eastward'? I have a way to prevent that..."

"Oh, this isn't your method, it's what your mother taught you, isn't it? Put a stocking over my little brother,

then tie another stocking to the base... Oh, be gentle, okay? If you do that, my little brother

will get hard again, how can I go soft..."

"As long as it doesn't flow, I don't care if it's hard or not... Tell me, keep talking... or you'll regret it..."

"Where were we? Oh right, it was absolutely insane... I still don't understand why she got so excited when I suggested letting your mom relive the feeling of

her hymen being broken. When I made that suggestion, she didn't blame

me at all. On the contrary, she even took out lipstick and an eyebrow pencil and asked me to draw her makeup again. She even gave me instructions on how to draw it,

how to make it look good, telling me to draw from the clitoris to the perineum and then to the anus. Let's just say, your mom is really

good at makeup, you're not as good as your mom. After I finished drawing her, your mom actually spread her legs wide and kept calling me 'Dada' and asking

me to give her oral sex. How can I give her oral sex? I won't do it, I want to have sex with her vagina. Your mom didn't care about anything else,

she just pressed my head down on the pillow and then... She sat right on my face, forcibly rubbing it against me, making

my face all wet... I won't go into details. While rubbing, she was also playing with my penis. I guess she felt she

was almost , so she sat on my penis and moved it up and down... I think I told you before that your mom's vagina is quite

wide. She felt that moving it up and down felt like something was missing, so she used the method you just described to make the head of my penis

thicker and bigger. Later, when she was done playing, she made me thrust into her... Afterwards, her vaginal fluid was red,

and there was red stuff on my penis and my face too... That time, she really made me a little dizzy.

Next time ... Honey, do you think about situations like this... Honey, don't you also miss your virgin night...?

"...Of course, my virginity night is something I'll cherish for a lifetime. Don't you cherish yours too? When you

saw the blood on my genitals, you were so excited. You stuck out your tongue and licked it, then smacked your lips. Look at

your face then, that feudalistic behavior, it was really... I really wanted to kick you out of bed... You're

changing the subject . I'm not discussing my virginity night with you, and I don't want to reminisce about it like that..."

"That's right, that's right, of course I remember what happened that night... Yes, I licked your virgin

blood, and I savored it for a long time. I did it willingly. I really want to lick it again, but unfortunately, there won't be

another time. If I were to lick, it would only be someone else's..."

"What? You want to lick someone else's? Whose is it? Do you need my help?"

"Hey, wife, I was just kidding. How could I lick someone else's? I'm an old man with a beard, and

young girls would still be interested in me and offer me their services? That would be a joke... If I hadn't licked you that time, I would have

regretted it for the rest of my life... Later, when I tried to kiss you, you thought it was dirty and wouldn't let me... I

unbuttoned , and you were wearing really proper clothes underneath. It was that proper feeling that aroused me...

When I entered your body, you gritted your teeth and didn't make a sound, your eyes were brimming with tears. When I started thrusting in and out,

you made a slight grimacing expression on your face, and your brows were furrowed. I asked you, 'Does it hurt?' You just 'hummed'.

I've seen this kind of scene with you less often since then, but I did see it again the first time I entered your anus

... If we could relive our virginity night, I would definitely find that feeling again...

As for your mother, at first she was embarrassed to moan and also made a slight grimacing expression, but later..."

"Go all out, really go all out. Anyway, your mom has a very high sex drive, and she can't be easily satisfied

. So we need something special to get her... Honey, just let me go. Let me lick you to my heart's content tonight

..."

"Heh... you really know how to change the subject, going around in circles like that. Who told you to bring up the virginity issue

? I just don't want you to treat me the way you treat my mother. I'm warning you, if you ever do

that , I'll definitely get rid of you completely. You don't believe me? Just try it... But I can't let you go now. If I let you

go, will you cut my hair, or will I cut yours? I won't let you go, and I haven't finished explaining why I'm going to cut your hair yet

... My mother is forty-seven this year, and she'll be menopausal in a year. She had her period, and you still came to see her. To make sure you

didn't make a wasted trip, my mother kindly played the flute and xiao for you. She was done, but you actually

peed in her mouth, making her throw up her dinner all over you. She was sick for a few days because of it... Tell me, for what you did

, should I pee in your mouth too, or cut your hair as 'punishment'...?"

"Honey, you've wronged me. Every time I go to your mom's, I ask for your permission first and then report back. I wouldn't dare go

without your permission... That time you mentioned, I really didn't know your mom was

on her period that day. She told me, and I said, 'Never mind, maybe next time.' She said, 'No, we can't let

Dada'er make a wasted trip,' and that's how she gave me that... Before that, she stayed in the bathroom

for a long time, saying she was constipated and told me to wait. She also said there was beer in the fridge for me to drink, which I

did... Anyway, after she got me aroused using that method, I thought it was over, but she

wasn't satisfied and kept going on and on..." Honey, you know, on your days when you're not feeling well,

you've used other ways to help me release my pent-up energy. It's always like this, right? After I'm done, I need to pee, right? I

need to go, but your mom's too engrossed in it and won't let me. I can't hold it in any longer, so I just let it out,

and your mom just passively accepts it. She was probably suddenly startled, paused for a moment, and then vomited it all up

. That's how it is… But, honey, you can't cut my pubic hair because of this.

Think it, when I lick your genitals, have I ever thought you were dirty? I've licked you when you were menstruating too. And how many times have you

peed all over my face and head? Besides, haven't I tasted your pee too…”

"You're talking nonsense! You tasted my urine and licked my menstrual blood while I was busy with other things. You

forced to have sex with you, regardless of my wishes or cleanliness.

You pulled down my pants, lifted my skirt, and stuck your head in, licking right away. I was forced. This is

completely different . Do you think I felt good when you licked me? You made me feel terrible! After you licked me, you

kissed me with your stinky mouth and even made me lick your big, juicy cock, as if you were trying to achieve some kind of balance... You

filthy scoundrel... For what you just said about tasting urine and licking menstrual blood, I'm sorry, but you'll have to use your mouth, which I smeared with

thick lipstick, to lick my anus and vulva now. Anyway, I haven't used any water tonight, so it won't be clean.

You figure it out yourself..."

"Okay, okay, I'll lick it, I'll lick it clean, I'll lick it completely clean, okay, wife

... wife, you even know Xu Zhimo? He wrote many love poems, and I think the one that resonates most deeply

with men is probably 'the tenderness of the moment your hair hangs down.' Every time I see you

reveal that 'moment' while you're busy, the content of that 'moment' is certainly not just 'your hair.'

I feel a surge of passion, making me want you, love you, and

cherish . Wife, you need to know that only in that situation is the expression of true feelings revealed, and the taste truly

authentic. It's definitely not just some..." It's not just about simple sexual release. You should understand

the meaning of the word "desire" from multiple perspectives and levels. Wife, as long as your "moment" is still so beautiful, so moving, so sweet,

so gentle... anyway, I will still do anything to have you, I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you through, I want to fuck

you to death, just like the stimulation I felt on your virginity night, your proper attire... Speaking of which,

you've actually had similar "moments" with me, otherwise you wouldn't "sexually

harass wet kisses, biting me, or groping and pinching me randomly. Sometimes you even act coquettish, or we all

do it at once. To be honest, sometimes I really can't stand you..."

"Alright, I 'sexually harassed' you, so what are you? Don't expect me to let you go today. Letting you go would be too

easy on you. I'm asking you, is it me doing you now, or you doing me? Come on, fuck me to death..."

"Wife, please don't vomit at me, of course it's you doing me! I surrender, I surrender, I surrender completely,

even my little brother surrenders, please let me go..."

"Your little brother has surrendered, look at it yourself, it's as arrogant as a local bully. I'll make it as arrogant as a local bully. I

'll put a pair of high-heeled cloth shoes on you first, so you can be a shoe rack. The other shoe, husband, smell it,

isn't it fragrant? Haven't you been a shoe fetishist since you were little...? I'm asking you, when you were playing '69' with my mom, you farted and actually

got that thing that's supposed to be poop but isn't poop on her face, what was that all about? Tell me... I really don't understand,

how can someone your age be so naughty? Do you have an incontinence problem...?"

"Oh dear, honey, how did you put your shoes on? They smell so pungent. What did you put in there

? Take them off..."

"You never mind licking them for me, but now you don't like the taste? It's still my

thing down there... Tell me, let's get back to the topic..."

"You're really wronging an innocent person. That time we went to your mom's for crabs, I got diarrhea the next day, and it lasted

for several days. You had diarrhea too, and I even washed your pants that were stained with poop, you forgot? During that time, your

mom called me over, and how could I not go for that property certificate? You still remember what happened after I got there?

Of course, we did *that* thing. It was '69' that your mom suggested.

She made me put a cucumber she bought, about eight or nine inches long, on one of those spiky condoms, and made me

lick her genitals while thrusting the cucumber in and out of her vagina. Finally, she made me use the

cucumber her anus, while she herself used a rotten, bitter cucumber to shove in my anus while playing with my..."

Brother, to get it into my anus, she smeared salad oil on the bitter melon—salad oil, you know…

Wife, when have we ever done this before? It was so hot and painful, it made me break out in a cold

sweat . Your mother wouldn't let me moan; she said moaning was a woman's prerogative. If I moaned, she'd squeeze

my scrotum. I still get scared thinking about it.

Think about it, my diarrhea wasn't even better yet, how could I endure that kind of torture? She enjoyed it, but my rectum

was in excruciating pain. Just as she pulled out the bitter melon, my intestines churned, and I farted,

spraying out that kind of yellowish stuff you described. I don't even know what it was, it got all over her

. It was all thanks to that stuff that the '69' ended, and I was finally free.

When I got home, I honestly don't know how I got there. My anus hurt so much, and there were still

small thorns from a bitter melon stuck inside… I didn't dare tell you. For several days, when I pooped… oh, I can't say

anymore, I'll cry if I do. If you don't believe me, we can try it next time, but let's not, I'm scared, I'm

really scared… Honey, you say I'm being mischievous, but why don't you talk about your mother…

"Even if what you said is true, how can I talk about my mother? Can I even bring myself to say it? How could you even think of

that? You cut her pubic hair, isn't that true? Besides, you were the one who initiated it, and you suffered because of her. Can you blame

her? You enjoyed it, but you didn't give anything in return. Now you regret it? I don't think so. You're a

hypocrite … Tell me again, what else have you done? Don't just give me a long list… Be honest

, maybe you'll get my leniency…"

"My dear wife, Mom, how did you find out about all this? I'm completely

baffled ..."

"You don't know, do you? My mom keeps a diary. Every time you and she have sex, she records the

details . The other day I went to her place, she went out to buy groceries and hadn't come back. She hadn't taken the diary off the table, so I

read it. I didn't know until I read it… Later, I left before she came back, afraid she'd find out I knew

her secret. Tell me, aren't you a little… I can't find the right words to describe you…"

"Then… wife, is there a difference between what I said and what your mom recorded? If there is, then she's

too…"

"What... Of course there's a difference, a huge one. Did you sleep with my mom, or did my mom sleep with you? Don't

be smug. Listen to me... Did you make my mom do the 'Loyalty' dance? And

while you were dancing, you had to take your clothes off and strike the lewd poses you imagined. Is my mom a stripper? The 'Loyalty'

dance wasn't enough, you even did 'Old Sa' with her, having dancing sex! If you want to kiss, just kiss!

Why did you have to spit a wad of phlegm into my mom's mouth and force her to swallow it? She had no choice...

And then, my mom was cooking in the kitchen to entertain you, her son-in-law, and you ran into the kitchen and messed around with her,

standing behind her and poking her. If you want to do it, just do it, and then leave. You're really something else, you even ejaculated

into the sliced meat, saying it was to thicken the sauce, that it would make the meat tender. You even collected my mom's vaginal fluid in a dish."

When you stir-fry chives, you pour them all into the pan, calling it "stir-fried chives with leukorrhea"...

And when my mom was showering in the bathroom, I asked you to get her some underwear, but you not only didn't, you

made her come out naked, and then you wouldn't let her put on her own things.

You poked a hole in each cup of my sister's bra, making my mom wear it and expose her nipples for you to lick. You also cut a slit in the crotch of my sister's panties, making

my mom wear them, and then made her spread her legs wide for you to see. Finally, you made my mom stand like that on the balcony, and you

hugged her from behind and played with her...

Humph... What kind of things do you do? Is this what a son-in-law should do?... Did

these things happen? Tell me, I just want you to say yes or no. I don't want to hear any more explanations from you. Your

explanations are always justified... Tell me, did these things happen?... Speak up, why are you mute...?

"Yes, of course, definitely, there's a reason for everything... It takes two to tango..."

"Ah, you're still so self-righteous. In your current state, you're still acting like this, huh?... Fine, lick my feet

first , let you feel good, doesn't it smell good..."

"Ugh... Ugh... Your feet don't smell good, they smell just like your shoes..."

"Judging from your expression, you won't accept being asked to have your fur cut. To make you truly convinced, I'll

cut my own fur first, then yours. Fair enough, right? What's your opinion? Tell me..."

"What, wife, you want to cut your own? Just cut mine, okay? I'll

accept ! I'll cut

yours, please... If I can't be the first person to cut your fur, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Please... Just cut mine, I'll let you cut it willingly, please don't cut

your own..."

"Honey, I think you should tell me how you played with my mom. I want to see if you're honest. Get

to the point , don't ramble on. If what you say matches what I saw, I won't cut myself, and I might even

let you off the hook. Otherwise, you'll regret it..."

"Wife, don't torture me mentally. You can do whatever you want with my body, okay... Don't

look at me like that. Why aren't you saying anything... Fine, I'll tell you... I made your mom squat on the dining table to poop and pee, and then

put the poop and pee in the pot with leftover rice... I also used the soles of your mom's cloth shoes to hit different parts of your mom's genitals, listening to her

different moans... I also made your mom lick me... I also made your mom sit in front of the mirror watching herself masturbate...

I also made your mom tie pantyhose into beads and insert them into her anus and vagina... I also made your mom talk about how she did it with other men

, and I also..."

"Enough! How can you say such things? How can I bear to listen? It's utterly lewd, unbearable...

It seems like not cutting your pubic hair isn't enough, not enough... I can't find the words... You were the one who told me to cut your pubic

hair, so you wouldn't regret it later..."

"Wife, I've told you everything honestly, didn't you promise to let me go... Wife, let

me go..."

"Letting you go doesn't mean I won't cut your pubic hair. If you regret it, it's too late, husband, it's only

three months ..."

"Wife, you're playing me! I've tied your hands and feet, there's nothing I can do. Go ahead and cut it, just don't cut your

own..."

"Okay, very good, now you're starting to act like a man. Tell me, how should I cut it? From the

bottom or from the top?

Should I cut it bunch by bunch or pluck it one by one...?" "Wife, just cut it already, stop playing cat and mouse, I beg you to hurry up and do it..."

"Honey, I have one last question for you, is your 'virgin chicken' for me to eat...?"

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything? Using silence to protest, to demonstrate, is that it... Not saying anything means you didn't give me

your 'virgin chicken' to eat... Ah, how did I end up with a second-hand man? What's

the point of my life plucking his old 'chicken feathers'? I'm so angry, I hate him so much, I'm so heartbroken, I was so blind..."

"It hurts so much, honey! Please stop taking it out on my little brother, please. I really didn't

give you my first time. Besides, you've never asked me. If you had, would I have lied to you? ... But

then again , if I didn't have experience in this area, would I have been so gentle with you on your first night, letting you experience

the pleasure amidst the pain? And would I have given you such a beautiful memory? Honey, you're being unreasonable again, you..."

"I'm not going to cut your secondhand hair anymore, I'll just cut my own..."

"Honey, don't cry, honey, stop, please stop, okay? Listen to me, let me go,

I'll cut my own hair, okay? I beg you, I promise I'll never ask you to cut my hair again without your permission

... Honey, don't cry, don't cry, when you cry, my heart aches..."

"...Then, I'll let go of one of your hands, the rest you can do yourself..."

"Wife, don't cry. After we had sex, I haven't done 'that' with any other woman.

Actually , it stopped after I met you, except for your mother... I admit I didn't give you my virginity, but

... how else do you want me to explain? Okay, I'll cut my own hair to make you happy...

I can't reach the hair around my anus, could you please cut it for me? After that, I'll shave it clean with a razor..."

"..."

"Wife, see, it's done, are you happy now? Satisfied now..."

"No, not satisfied, bald, what does it look like, a green dragon..."

"Then, wife, my dear stepmother, what else do you want? I'll draw some hair with an eyebrow pencil,

Mom, how about that, is that okay..."

"You rascal, I'm going to call you old... My dear son, come here, you cut my hair

..."

"...What, what did you say..."

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