Blinded eyes and heart

"Tongtong, I'm leaving now. Be careful home alone. Don't open the door to strangers. If you need anything, just press the button, and Mom will be right there."

"Okay, Mom, I know. Be careful too."

It was a morning like any other, a morning with her usual sweet smile and her usual words of advice. Hearing the door lock, her upturned lips returned to their usual expressionless state. I didn't hear her footsteps coming downstairs as usual, so I listened intently for a while, but still nothing. I lost patience, stopped paying attention to her, and didn't want to get out of bed, so I just stayed in bed.

'Maybe my hearing is starting to deteriorate too!' I thought to myself.

My name is Mu Tong, and I was born blind. My parents named me "Tong" hoping that one day I would have bright eyes, but twenty years have passed, and I still live in a world of white.

For someone like me, the concept of happiness is practically nonexistent, but… “No one deserves to be a burden because of you, so if someone is good to you, it’s not that they owe you anything! And the only way you can repay them is to accept it with a smile!” These were the words my father said to me two years ago, or perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a roar, accompanied by a stinging slap. That day, my father came home from work, shoved a rough, large hand into mine, and told me, “His name is Zhang Ming, and he’ll be your boyfriend from now on. He’ll take good care of you.” At that time, I wasn’t mentally prepared to have a boyfriend, and perhaps I never would, so I naturally refused, cried, shook off his hand, and yelled at him to get lost. Then I received a slap and those words.

My father worked as a maintenance worker at a five-star hotel, and Zhang Ming was a security guard at that hotel. I don't know when Zhang Ming first met me, or why he fell in love with me. I only heard from my mother later that one day he knelt before my father with all his life savings—200,000 yuan—promising to cure my eyes and take good care of me for the rest of his life. This moved my poor father, and he entered my life.

That night, my mother gently stroked my swollen cheek and said, "Tongtong, you're so beautiful. You should have found a better man. It's your mother who's sorry for giving birth to you blind." Hearing my mother sobbing, I smiled and said, "It's okay. Isn't it good to have someone else take care of me?" For someone like me, the only thing to do is to accept it with a smile, isn't it?

Zhang Ming was indeed very good to me. From the day I accepted him, I felt like I had suddenly become a little princess, cherished and protected by him. He moved out of his old dormitory and rented a three-bedroom apartment, and our family moved in together. On ordinary days, Zhang Ming and my father went to work, while my mother stayed home to take care of me.

Later, to earn more money, my mother also found a cleaning job. So every day I was left alone in that home they described as very cozy, facing an endless expanse of white.

When I was alone, I liked to let my mind wander aimlessly. Having never had sight, I had no concept of what Zhang Ming looked like, what my parents looked like, or even what I looked like myself. So the world in my mind must have been different from what they saw. I didn't know which one was more beautiful. If I could see in the future, which one would I prefer? Perhaps this wasn't something I should worry about. The word "see" was too much of a luxury for me.

When Zhang Ming was with me, he liked to tell me about things I couldn't see—red flowers, blue skies, green grass, and so on. Of course, he praised my beauty the most. But I didn't really like hearing these things. I don't think any blind person would like to hear them. What's the point of beauty that you can't see? But I didn't tell him these things. I just smiled sweetly, making a longing look on my face. When I smiled like that, Zhang Ming would quickly stop, then kiss my lips, then we would make love, and finally fall asleep in each other's arms.

I love making love with Zhang Ming; it's one of the few things that brings me true pleasure. He's a veteran, with a strong, muscular physique yet incredibly gentle. He cherishes my body, always bringing me unparalleled pleasure through tender licks and caresses.

I remember our first time. My parents went to stay with distant relatives for a few days, and Zhang Ming took leave to take care of me. That night, I slipped and fell in the bathroom while showering. Zhang Ming rushed in amidst my cries of pain, seeing my body for the first time. I remember he seemed to stop breathing; for a moment, the whole world went silent. A few seconds later, a pair of hot lips covered mine, and strong arms lifted me up, carrying me out of the bathroom. Then, I was gently placed on the bed.

I don't remember if I resisted; I only remember shyly hugging my arms and curling up into a ball. Zhang Ming's warm, wet tongue began at my ear, its burning breath carrying its way down, gliding over my neck and collarbone.

He parted my hands, and his tongue began to lick my breasts, first licking along the edges, round and round, then covering my right nipple with his entire mouth, his tongue circling and sucking lightly, then moving to my left breast.

My body trembled uncontrollably, my lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, my legs tensed, my feet clenched, and I felt a wetness in my genitals. I thought I was going to pee and frantically tried to push him away. But his tongue continued to move, licking my armpits, my sides, and my lower abdomen. When his tongue slipped into my navel, I felt my whole body tense to an extreme, my mind went blank, and all that remained was an endless tingling numbness in my genitals. This lasted for a few seconds, then suddenly relaxed, my body convulsing, and a warm flow gushed from between my legs.

I thought I was done for; I had actually peed in front of Zhang Ming, and maybe even on him. I was still pinned down by him, with nowhere to hide, so I could only shyly turn my face away. He just smiled and said, "You're so cute," before continuing his unfinished work. His tongue lingered on my hip bone for a while, making me feel the urge to urinate again. Although I was still clenching my teeth, I couldn't stop the moans from escaping.

I thought he was going to kiss my genitals, and I felt shy, nervous, yet also a little expectant. But instead, he bypassed my genitals and began licking my thighs and calves, then lifted my feet and licked the insteps, heels, and soles, sucking on each toe one by one, even opening his mouth wide to take half of my foot in at once. I felt as if my toes were melting in that hot mouth, and the unique stimulation made me urinate again.

This time, I really felt a stream of liquid gushing out of my vagina with a loud moan, splashing onto him with a "whoosh." The extreme shame brought on an even more intense spasm than before. He held my foot in his mouth until I stopped twitching, then said excitedly, "You're such a treasure, so sensitive."

Next, he flipped me onto my stomach, and started licking upwards from my feet, down my calves, and then intensifying his licking behind my knees, making me moan with a mix of itchiness and tingling. My body writhed, and then he continued upwards, licking and gently biting my buttocks in circles.

Then, I felt my buttocks being spread apart. Before I could stop him, his tongue pressed against my anus, then his entire tongue slid up and down rapidly in my buttocks like a brush. I couldn't help but scream, my head jerking back, my buttocks arching upwards, experiencing my third orgasm.

This orgasm was more intense than the previous two. I felt that warm flow again, eager to ejaculate from my vagina, and all I could do was desperately raise my buttocks, allowing Zhang Ming's tongue to rub even more intensely against my buttocks.

When his tongue plunged deep into my anus, I finally reached my limit. Zhang Ming's tongue was tightly gripped by my anus, and I was now kneeling on the bed, head held high, mouth wide open, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound. My legs were clenched so tightly they ached, and I was as if petrified and unable to move.

This climax lasted exceptionally long. When I finally came to my senses and collapsed weakly onto the bed, I felt Zhang Ming's mouth covering my genitals, sucking and swallowing the nectar and urine I had ejaculated during my orgasm. I realized with a clear mind that I had really urinated this time…

The sound of the key opening the door snapped me out of my reverie. I wondered why my mother had returned so quickly.

The memory made me feel a little wet down there, and I silently thought: If only it were Zhang Ming who had come back.

"Tongtong, I'm back!" A rough yet gentle voice came from behind me. It really was him. But shouldn't he still be out of town with his boss?

A little over a month ago, Zhang Ming told me that he had saved over 500,000 yuan with my parents' savings, which should be enough for my eye treatment. So he took me to the best eye hospital in the city for an examination. He heard that only this hospital had a chance of curing my condition, and the doctor who examined me did not disappoint us. He said that if I had surgery, the success rate was over 75%. Zhang Ming almost cried on the spot when he heard this.

However, when it came to the cost of the surgery, we were dealt another harsh blow: one million! And that was assuming a suitable cornea was available.

This sudden and drastic change in expectations caused Zhang Ming to break down in tears in front of the doctor. A kind doctor, seeing our situation, offered to take us to see the hospital director to discuss a fee reduction, but the director's words only dealt us a heavier blow: "To be honest, even if you had the money, you wouldn't get the surgery! Our hospital currently has several high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen on the waiting list for corneas. How could you possibly cut in line? Even if no one cuts in line, it would normally take seven or eight years to reach you. You'd better spend those seven or eight years saving money while praying that all the prominent men in this city and their families don't get eye diseases!" These words plunged us into utter despair. That day, Zhang Ming gripped my hand so tightly it hurt; it was the first time he had ever made me feel pain. That night, I could hear his sobs all night long. I told him it was nothing, that I was used to it anyway. But he said he had promised my father he would cure my eyes and take care of me for the rest of my life. If he couldn't keep that promise, he wasn't worthy of being my boyfriend.

I don't remember what time I fell asleep that night. When I woke up the next day, Zhang Ming was already getting ready to go to work. His voice had regained its strength. He said he would go to his boss and ask him to give him more lucrative work. He also said his boss was very influential in the city, and if he did a good job, his boss would definitely be willing to speak to the hospital on his behalf.

I didn't have much hope for Zhang Ming, but hearing that he was in good spirits made me happy for him.

Unexpectedly, a week later, Zhang Ming told me that his boss was moved by him and promoted him to private bodyguard with a salary several times higher. He was also going to take him out of town to negotiate a business deal, and he wouldn't be back for about two months.

The night Zhang Ming left, we made love several times, and I was so overwhelmed with orgasms that I was a little dehydrated. Before falling asleep, I heard him whisper in my ear, "Baby, when I come back, I'll definitely bring you good news." It had only been less than a month and a half since he left. How could he be back so soon?

"Baby, I missed you so much." Zhang Ming put down his luggage, went straight to the bedside, pulled me into his arms, and gently kissed my forehead. His body temperature intensified my already aroused desire. I hugged him tightly, searching for his lips with my own, and we kissed deeply.

Zhang Ming kissed me as he undressed me until I was completely naked. He pushed me onto the bed, but then stood up himself. "What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.

"I haven't even gone to the bathroom since I got back, I really need to pee."

"Ugh!"

I heard him go into the bathroom, pee, flush, and then come back. In that short time, my desire was beyond control. My hands unconsciously pinched and kneaded my nipples, my legs spread wide, and my clitoris flowed with fluid.

"Ah..." Suddenly, his tongue licked my vulva, and the tip of his tongue went straight into my vagina, stirring and teasing inside. The sudden attack almost brought me to orgasm. I spread my legs wide with both hands, moaning lasciviously, making my vulva more prominent to meet his tongue. Nectar flowed out continuously, which he sucked into his mouth and swallowed.

My lower abdomen convulsed more and more intensely, and the heat had reached the entrance of my vagina. "Husband..." I murmured and pleaded, grabbing his hair. Seemingly stimulated by my "husband," Zhang Ming's tongue moved even faster. The tip of his nose pressed against my clitoris and rubbed it incessantly. His tongue was like a brush, licking my entire vulva back and forth, making lascivious saliva sounds.

Finally, I couldn't bear the stimulation any longer. I gripped Zhang Ming's hair tightly with both hands, thrusting my vulva forward forcefully, almost pressing his entire nose into that soft place. The heat finally gushed out, accompanied by my screaming moans, splashing onto Zhang Ming's face and scattering everywhere. A few drops even splashed onto my lips, which I involuntarily licked into my mouth, tasting sweet and fishy.

After convulsing for a long time, I finally calmed down, still clutching his hair. In just over a month, his hair had grown so much, and he had a lot more stubble on his face. I was so caught up in the pleasure and excitement just now that I realized my vagina was a little sore from the rubbing.

"Honey, hug me!" I released his hair and opened my arms. Zhang Ming climbed up from between my legs, lay down on the bed, and hugged me.

"Honey, how come you've gotten so fat?" I was surprised by the feel in my arms. Before, Zhang Ming was muscular and firm; hugging him felt like hugging a rock, and I often complained that he wasn't comfortable. But today, Zhang Ming felt like a big, soft, and plump pillow.

"I'm out with my boss, eating big meals every day, seven or eight meals a day. I gained ten kilograms in a week, that's why I've gotten so fat!"

Hearing Zhang Ming's explanation, I didn't doubt it. For a long time, although he tried his best to ensure I had enough to eat and wear, he was saving money to treat my eyes, so I never had the chance to know what it was like to live a life of feasting on meat and fish every day, eating seven or eight meals a day. I couldn't even imagine the world of a normal person, let alone the world of a rich person.

The intense climax made me feel tired. My hand stroked his back, my eyelids drooped heavily, and the world gradually turned from white to black...

No! It's not Zhang Ming! Zhang Ming has a scar on his side from military training, which I can feel every time I hug him to sleep, but now, I've searched his entire upper body, and it's not there!

"You're not Zhang Ming! Who are you?" I pushed against his body, asking in a panic.

Silence. After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Ming's voice rang in my ears: "Tongtong, what's wrong? It's me! Just a little chubby..."

Before he could finish speaking, I quickly reached out and grabbed the source of the voice, grabbing a body, a clothed body, definitely not the same person who was hugging me. Meanwhile, the deathly silence brought out my keen hearing. I could hear that there were three people in the room besides me.

"Xiao Zhang, your girlfriend is very smart!"

"Xiao Zhang, your girlfriend is very smart!" A middle-aged man's voice came from inside the room; it was the man holding me. I recognized that voice once before—it was the same Dean Zhou who had driven us to despair!

"What's going on? Zhang Ming, are you here? Mom!" I was completely confused. In a panic, I pushed the man beside me away and pressed the button on the bedside table. Zhang Ming had installed it for me; pressing it would directly dial my mother's cell phone in case of an emergency while I was home alone.

As I pressed the button, another hand grabbed mine. It was familiar—Zhang Ming's hand. He tried to stop me, but it was too late. Two seconds later, I heard my mother's phone ringing from outside the door, along with soft sobs.

"Tongtong, let me explain," Zhang Ming said anxiously, gripping my hand, but Dean Zhou quickly interrupted him.

"Let me explain!" Dean Zhou seemed to light a cigarette, while Zhang Ming brought me clothes and helped me put them on.

"After you and Xiao Zhang left that day, Xiao Zhang came to me alone the next day, begging me to treat you. You can't see, and Xiao Zhang probably didn't tell you, but your diagnosis clearly states that based on your current eye condition, without surgery within a year, you probably will never see again." His words shocked me. Zhang Ming hadn't told me this. What I thought was hope in seven or eight years was actually true despair for him!

"So Xiao Zhang came to me again, this time alone," Dean Zhou continued. "To be honest, I've seen many cases like yours, all hoping I'll take pity on you. But in today's society, even taking pity costs money and offends people. Why should I pretend to be rich when I'm poor and have this disease? Wouldn't it be better for you to just be blind? But to be honest, you're quite different from the patients I've seen before. Frankly, I've never seen such a beautiful female patient as you. No, even among normal people, there aren't many as beautiful as you. That's why Old Li didn't directly refuse you that day, but brought you to see me instead."

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