The cook's flirtatiousness

Since her beloved passed away, my sister's life quickly reached a level of spiritual needs. Unfortunately, no new partner could satisfy her at this level, let alone guide or coach her at a higher level. Her energy remained unreplenished.

Any beautiful, mature woman whose heart's love cannot be activated faces the threat of withering away—a cruel reality. The higher one climbs, the colder it gets. Who would replenish her energy and guide her wisdom? Why does my sister always appear lonely and aloof? It's simply because her spirit has been suffering; it's a deep-seated loneliness. Despite

this, my sister still considers herself very fortunate because she has the opportunity to encounter Buddhist practice. This is the greatest blessing. Beginning practice is about resolving inner spiritual issues rather than external ones… In fact, my sister herself has long been aware of this and has been searching for a spiritual home. Indeed, thinking of her late husband, the greatest meaning of becoming husband and wife in this life is not about food and clothing, nor about having children, but about the exchange of souls, the flow of love, mutual comfort, mutual nourishment, and mutual growth. Looking at all couples in the world, how many can truly enter into shared spiritual practice? So, you annoy me, I resent you, we bicker and argue our whole lives, foolishly clinging to our beliefs, until our husbands reach their graves and still don't understand.

Speaking of her longing for love, my sister choked up and became agitated: "Love really can't be stopped when it comes, because that's the kind of person I am. When I love someone, it's not just my boyfriend; I love everyone—his family, his children. Once I love someone, I throw myself into it. I don't calculate love. If you try to calculate it, then that love isn't love at all." My sister has been particularly troubled and distressed by her longing for love lately because of her own weakness, meekness, and submissiveness. Thinking back, since becoming a widow, her in-laws have brazenly dared to invade my home without any restraint! They violate me from all sides, without any restraint. They cause trouble for this young widow, curse her, trip her up, and smear her—they try everything to prevent me from peacefully longing for love as a widow. I am facing an unprecedented challenge. After my mother-in-law humiliated me by having her dog lick my vulva, I was depressed for a long time. Because of the tenderness I felt then, without considering love, and out of love for my late husband's family, I was willing to remain a widow, following my husband's family through thick and thin. No matter how hard it was, I was as resilient as a reed, never uttering a word of complaint, always obedient to my in-laws, never abandoning them. Now I must fully realize that remaining a widow in my husband's family is a harsh test of "survival of the fittest." My responsibility is to continuously improve myself in all aspects, not to overstep my bounds and endure blindly regardless of the cost. I must have the will and determination to survive in dire circumstances to hone my skills, break free from my cocoon, and embark on a new life.

"Don't calculate love, give yourself one last chance to be a young widow in your husband's family." I often tell myself this, and I also think about it positively. "In front of others, I always smile and pretend nothing's wrong, but in the dead of night, the memory of being abused always lingers in my mind." When my mother-in-law abused me, I thought I wasn't mature enough and lacked a sense of crisis. I was often so scared that I wet myself. "This is the biggest warning I've ever had in my life." I often reflect on everything I've done. I can no longer bury my head in the sand and pretend I didn't see it. Have I failed the original intention of that thirty-nine-year-old woman who decided to remain a widow? I use this as a self-reminder... My sister's widowhood was filled with the unspeakable hardships of Sisyphus-like worldly labor and abuse. She experienced the unspeakable desolation of life. If there were a god guarding the entrance to the widowhood path, holding a roll call and asking each widow: "Are you willing to cross this door and enter into widowhood?" I'm afraid that I, carrying my baggage, would hesitate this time and ask him to let me think for a while by the roadside. Looking back on the past, a vast and hazy yet sometimes clear history, I feel that widowhood is no longer relevant to me, confirming what Benjamin said: "Man can read his past precisely because the past is dead." The past is gone, like a castle collapsing; what use is a key to the city gate? Looking ahead to the road in my husband's family home, I know it will be a difficult, tormenting, lonely, and terrifying final journey, perhaps even with sections of despair and helplessness. At that moment, I probably longed for that beautiful evening I spent with my husband, hoping to say to Him with a sigh of relief, "The good fight is over, my mission is complete, I just want to leave." Even more frustrating was that my mother-in-law made me prepare three meals a day, following her recipes year after year. Every day required a cold mixed vegetable salad, painstakingly chopped celery, carrots, bean curd sheets, mushrooms, wood ear fungus, bean sprouts, etc.; homemade egg dumplings; meatballs with sea cucumber, tendons, white radishes, water chestnuts, sliced meat, and other mixed ingredients; for a change of pace, there was braised pork with arrowhead, braised cabbage with meatballs, grass carp jelly, fried lotus root boxes, fried chive and shrimp spring rolls, and also garlic-braised yellow croaker and smoked white pomfret. Cooking every day was busy enough! If I didn't cook to my liking, I'd be beaten and tortured. My mother-in-law often said she would strike me when necessary, give me a little slap! She even said she would call a man to sexually assault me! I was filled with worry!

No one was willing to help me cook; starting the fire, washing the vegetables, and chopping them were all my tasks in the kitchen. Without gas, I had to try and light the stove by the foot of the burner, and if it wouldn't light, I had to puff out my cheeks and keep blowing. It was incredibly difficult. After cooking, everyone ate and went home, some to play cards, and some men even tried to take advantage of me, touching me here and there! But I still had to wash all the dishes, always cleaning up until 2 a.m. Often, while showering, tears would involuntarily stream down my face. Every day felt so bitter.

The year-end approached. At dusk, with a troubled heart, I strolled out of the backyard. A cold wind blew, stirring the stream; the water rippled like a contemplative fish. The reeds swayed in the winter breeze, their long leaves whispering softly in the wind, not yet in bloom. I sat on the bank, gazing at the distant mountains and the weary sky. More and more weary birds were returning to their nests, obstructing my view. I simply stepped down the stairs and sat by the river. The stream flowed before me, and the birds were right behind me, no longer bothering me.

This evening breeze was wonderful, with a sense of freedom that seeped into my trousers, leaving my crotch feeling cool and refreshed, washing away the dust and granting a diligent woman the comfort she deserved. Then, I thought of my deceased husband and the love I cherished. At dusk, the sunset burned across the sky, bright orange, indigo, and pale purple, creating a magnificent spectacle. I felt more relaxed and lay down, oblivious to everything else, the scent of reeds enticing my sense of smell. A breeze swept away my weariness, bringing a feeling of liberation. Suddenly, I thought, "Don't rush back, let me lie here for a while!" I lay down, stretching my tired limbs, gazing fully at the dreamlike, splendid sky, enjoying the cool evening breeze caressing my body. Sweet memories and hopes for love welled up inside me, and a sweet feeling washed over me, causing me to shiver slightly.

Beautiful moments in life happen in the embrace of nature. Like this moment, this current may seem unremarkable to others, but for me, it evokes a special response. I want to release my heavy heart and the pressure from my in-laws; I yearn to break free from their shackles, to feel physical ease, and to regain some vitality. Therefore, lying on the earth today, my feelings are certainly different from usual. Nature's response has arrived unknowingly, gifting me a gentle evening breeze perfect for setting sail. Riding on the wings of the wind, in this solitary moment, I decide to thoroughly indulge myself, to masturbate until I experience a passionate, intense orgasm, to truly relax! My slender hands secretly slip inside my pants, my fair fingers slowly probing into my moist, warm vulva! Because my pink clitoris was once bound by my mother-in-law, it now resembles a small snow lotus adorn the upper part of my vulva, while the layers of foreskin are pulled back and secured like a flesh-colored ring over the end of the clitoris! Every time my clitoris is pulled, my mind goes blank for a moment, and I catch my breath! The sensitive bud, repeatedly teased and stimulated, makes me feel a sudden urge to urinate, but it feels incredibly pleasurable! My plump, white buttocks begin to sway restlessly. Inside my vagina is a row of symmetrical small cartilages, which I discovered by chance while touching myself. When I flick any one of them with my finger, I experience a slight or intense tremor and itching reaction, but it feels incredibly comfortable and pleasurable. Forgetting the guilt of masturbation, I probe my vagina with my fingers, usually letting out a soft moan with each flick. The stronger the stimulation, the more excited my moans become. Without even a few flicks, my vagina will definitely become engorged with blood and secrete its first fragrant, lustful fluid. If I change positions, the cartilages might disappear and become undetectable. So sometimes you have to support your body, lifting your plump buttocks high, just to sway your big buttocks slightly from side to side, otherwise a sensitive spot will just disappear from your grasp, and you'll feel so disappointed if you can't find it. Due to the uncertainty of cartilage positioning, once it slips away, you have to keep groping and stimulating it to find it again. I was tired and panting, so I kept using my index finger to tease and brush my vagina to get a moment of relief and pleasure. My juices flowed down from my vagina with my finger, and I made satisfied moaning sounds! Ah, thinking about sex, it's such a pleasurable thing. I remembered my husband who left. Although he wasn't very strong in that area, whenever I held my beloved and he climaxed inside me, I felt a sense of liberation, as if the world had faded away, the noise had disappeared, and I felt a sense of peace and happiness. Hmm, I couldn't help but quicken my finger movements, hoping to release more pressure... and then my juices flowed at the same time! Taking me on an ultimate stress-relieving journey for both body and mind! Feeling a little better, I lazily got up and saw the wet stains on my pants. My sister blushed inexplicably and, feeling really embarrassed, slowly walked into the bathroom with her legs crossed...

?????? [The second installment of "The Chef Big-Footed Sister Meets the Beastly Professor Chen"]

Yesterday's weather was quite "drastic." A few days ago, a strong wind blew away the smog but brought a sandstorm, causing yellow sand to roll around the small town, and the whole sky to be gray. After a night of strong winds, yesterday the sky was clear and the horizon was a clear blue, a rare sunny day. In this good weather, I wanted to express my gratitude for this rare good weather by using the sacred word "Om," which is used at the beginning and end of all Brahman prayers in ancient Buddhism. Its meaning is "perfection" or "supreme goodness." This "Om" reached Siddhartha's ears at that very moment, abruptly awakening his slumbering soul. I hope that I too can find my own sacred mantra at all times, hanging up a shining lamp, so that even as wisdom fades day by day, I can still be guided by this light to strive back to my spiritual home, not becoming a wandering weed. When I return to my spiritual hut, I will regain my reason, free from the fear and control of my in-laws, dragging the little snake of "desire" out the door, releasing it into the wild in the mountains, never again tormenting myself with the sin of masturbation. Who knows, buds must bloom, and withered leaves must fall. Reflecting on Li Bai's poem: "Heaven and earth are the inn of all things, time is the passing guest of a hundred generations." Life must come to an end. When I tread the perilous slope of desire, I must hold fast to my feminine dignity, like a good woman, never again touching or probing my own private parts.

In the morning, while I was busy cleaning up the leftovers in the kitchen, my mother-in-law came in, smiling broadly, and said to me, "Look, Professor Chen, the American-Chinese who just moved in next door, is such a nice guy! He's rich and helpful! I just greeted him, and he gave me a box of high-end fruit and a red envelope. Three copper coins can buy a house, but a thousand taels of gold can buy a neighbor! Big Foot, after dinner, go to his house and thank him, and help him clean up! Build a good relationship!" I thought to myself, cooking, washing, and preparing New Year's dishes at my in-laws' house every day is already exhausting enough, and now I have to help the neighbors clean up too. But I couldn't disobey my mother-in-law's orders, so I, a lowly commoner, could only nod slightly and say "Mmm."

That evening, when I arrived at Professor Chen's house, I took off my shoes and went inside. I met this American-Chinese professor, who was over sixty years old, a Shanghainese, with a scholarly air. He spoke in a soft, gentle Wu dialect, sometimes throwing in a few words of English; once he started talking, he was still amiable, quoting classics and speaking eloquently. On the surface, he seemed gentle, kind, meticulous, and pragmatic, possessing a highly efficient yet sharp personal style. However, beneath his refined and scholarly exterior, I could tell at a glance that he was not a true gentleman! I sensed that he was more cunning than anyone else, calculating and stingy, with a domineering and imposing presence, yet also revealing a cold and emotionless side.

After chatting for a while, the professor said to me, "Big Foot, sit! Sit! Please sit down! Look at my newly bought iPhone 6 with a large screen, brand new, just brought back from the United States, an Apple, what do you think?" The woman gracefully and slowly sat down, naturally crossing her legs, her right beautiful leg resting on her left, her right big foot slightly resting on her left calf, revealing her fair and delicate foot, while her fair and delicate left foot was on tiptoe, her big toes elegantly touching the ground, a posture that was both beautiful and wildly attractive. The professor swallowed hard, a surge of excitement rising in his heart.

I noticed it was a silver-white Apple phone, quite eye-catching. I casually replied, "It's actually pretty good!" "Take a look at its camera..." he said, opening it. I was shocked. His phone showed a close-up of me lying on the embankment, my fingers inside my pants, a picture of me relaxing, my face showing a look of relief, tired yet satisfied!

This professor was a wolf in sheep's clothing, with ill intentions!

My eyes widened, I was speechless, completely at a loss for what to do.

This wolf in sheep's clothing, Professor Chen, finally spoke, "Big Foot, your mother-in-law will definitely find this video very interesting, won't she?! A young widow in heat! Fuck! She'll definitely find you a partner to remarry this slutty daughter-in-law!" I was furious, shocked, and terrified. I stepped into a bottomless pit, my heart pounding in my throat! I could only stammer, "Please, please, please don't let my mother-in-law see this! I'll be dead!" Professor Chen took a sip of the milk tea my mother-in-law had asked me to bring. "Big Foot, is this how you beg? Oh, yes, this is no small matter... is it?!" "Then, sir, what do you want me to do?"

"Then, take off all your clothes, raise your big ass high, crawl over here first, shit, kiss and suck my toes to stop my athlete's foot itching, come and beg me, okay?" Helpless, I forced myself to suppress my disdain and anger, and slowly knelt down... When Professor Chen's eyes fell on my large, white, jade-like feet that I had just taken off my shoes, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning. He had never seen such perfect feet! Pure white as snow, exquisitely delicate, size 7.5 feet, each one perfectly fitting in the palm of his hand—not an inch more, not an inch less, like a perfect work of art. [Measured with a fine ruler, minus four inches, smooth as jade wrapped in spring clouds.] The white ankles, the smooth curves of the instep, slender and delicate, like the finest mutton-fat jade, radiated a warm, soft, transparent luster, with occasional wafts of a delicate and pleasant aroma of coffee mixed with flowers emanating from them. Five slender toes, white with a rosy tinge, were neatly arranged at the top of her fair soles, translucent and slightly curled, like five pale pink petals. Her nails were clean and smooth. These large, snow-white feet were breathtakingly beautiful, inspiring endless reverie. Professor Chen even felt an irresistible urge to pick them up, hold them in his arms, and tenderly caress and kiss their exquisite beauty. When the professor steadied himself and approached, he was once again deeply moved when he saw her breathtakingly beautiful profile beneath her long, flowing black hair. Although he had previously caught a glimpse of her graceful figure from behind at his mother-in-law's house, seeing her in person now still stirred an indescribable sense of awe and a sudden, overwhelming feeling in him. Her face, with its classical charm, was oval and her skin as smooth as jade, dreamlike and poetic, radiating a soft, hazy glow, smoother than silk and whiter than jade. Her features were delicate, with arched eyebrows, bright eyes, and pearly white teeth. Her lips, like rose petals, were alluring and captivating. Her pure, clear eyes, shimmering with a faint mist, resembled gently rippling water, and her curled, alluring eyelashes trembled slightly. Beneath her silky, ponytail, her neck, as white as jade, was a graceful, swan-like neck. Professor Chen's words startled me. My slender hands trembled nervously; my delicate fingers, white and tender as scallions, unconsciously brushed aside the stray hairs from my forehead, gently tucking them behind my ear to conceal my unease.

Professor Chen, feigning composure, took a sip of the black tea his mother-in-law had brought when he entered, adding two ice cubes. He then carefully observed the beautiful young woman slowly and helplessly removing her clothes. Soon, a naked Venus, her skin as smooth as cream, stood vividly before him! The young woman gracefully knelt down on the ground, helplessly raising her plump buttocks. Her slender hands helped the professor remove his shoes and socks, thinking to herself, "How can my small arms possibly overcome such thick legs?" My cherry-like lips obediently closed and were sucked on the professor's big toe. The professor closed his eyes, gave a thumbs-up, and exclaimed, "Big toe, good wine needs no bush, you still have your charm! I'm so happy!" After a while, he pulled me, naked, into his arms and kissed me with his big mouth. Ice cubes moved around in our mouths, making our tongues feel cool. I felt a little stimulated. When the ice cubes were smaller, the professor inserted them into my anus, holding them down to prevent them from falling out and rubbing them from time to time. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, and my buttocks twitched from time to time. I thought to myself, why is he interested in my anus? I couldn't help but hug him and moan softly, "It's so cold... Oh... Professor brother is so naughty... Ah, my little anus is going to catch a cold... Ah, it's so painful...!" The ice cubes soon melted into water from the high temperature in my anus, mixed with my vaginal fluids, and flowed out. He carried me to the bed, fondling my soft breasts while inserting two fingers into my vagina, making it wet and indistinguishable between vaginal fluid and vaginal discharge. I moaned intermittently. "Ah, brother, you're touching me so horny... oh... it's so itchy, I'm going to die... oh... oh my, oh my..." The professor then unzipped his pants, and I jumped in shock, my heart nearly leaping into my throat. His penis was black, thick, and large, over eight inches long, jutting out. I couldn't even hold it with both hands; it was completely out of character for his scholarly appearance! He teased me while whispering in my ear, "Big-footed little sister? Mmm, you want your brother's cock to fuck you... Well, you'd better make it hard first before I can fuck you! Wait, I'll make your legs as big as chopsticks!" Helplessly, I obediently squatted down and licked his smelly cock. My tender tongue made it even harder. The professor flipped me over, and my plump buttocks immediately rose high, my little anus slightly open. Suddenly, he inserted his finger into my anus to test it, then gently pressed his cock against my anus. I knew something was wrong and struggled, but he grabbed my waist tightly, and I couldn't escape. Finally, I had to give up struggling and turned to Professor Chen, saying, "Brother, please be gentle! I've never had my backside poked before! Please don't hurt me, I have to do kitchen work tomorrow morning." The professor told me to relax, that the pain would be over soon, and that it would feel amazing!

He had ill intentions; his big cock wanted to be thrust into my dry anus! "

Ouch... Oh... Brother... Stop... It hurts so much!!!" My sister groaned in pain but dared not cry out! After all, it was a shameful thing. The professor ignored me and inserted his penis inch by inch. The tightness of the penis made it feel so swollen and painful. Finally, it was all the way in. My sister bit her lower lip tightly because of the pain. Her face was pale, her whole body was trembling and she was sweating profusely, which dripped down and soaked the sheets!

"You slut... just bear with it. Has your husband ever fucked your ass?! He must fuck your asshole all the time, otherwise how would you know I'm going to poke your backside?... If you don't listen, I'll show your mother-in-law the pictures of you on her phone. She'll definitely beat your cunt until it's blue and tear your big toes in half. You'll see!" "Just bear with it, I'll throw it at you soon! I just love fucking your ass!" He threatened and coaxed, while forcefully pushing forward, his purple, mushroom-sized penis cruelly pulling out and then thrusting back in. Oh my god, my little asshole is about to split open, and the pink hemorrhoids inside my plump buttocks are about to burst and fall off!

"Ugh... I've never done this before, it's my first time! Ah, you're too big! Your big thing is too small and dry for me!" The woman frowned, tilted her head back, and let out a long, muffled cry, as if a thick, hard wooden stick was piercing through her intestines and pushing against her pylorus, biting and thrusting, one thrust after another! Sour, swollen, numb, painful, spicy—all five flavors were present. The older sister gritted her teeth and endured! "No…no…it's too…too big!…Oh dear, Professor! You can't do it!" The older sister's head shook wildly, her face pale, tears streaming down her face, struggling to sit up. "Please, do it to my pussy, I'll give it to you, I'll cooperate, just spare my asshole, you can't do it from behind!" "Ouch, it hurts!…It hurts!…It hurts…it's going to burst!!! I'm going to die…ah…don't go in anymore!!…Please pull it out! Brother,…I'm going to die, you're killing me, oh dear!!!! It hurts…!" How could her small arms bend over her thick thighs? The older sister screamed wildly while desperately twisting her hips, trying to squeeze the large penis out. But he grabbed his sister's two white, high breasts from behind, taking control of the situation. His sister's anus, rubbing

against his penis, quickly swallowed the large shaft with a "squeak, squeak..." sound. He tightened his abdomen and thrust his lower body forward, penetrating deeply into his sister's anus and rectum with each stroke. His hands also fiercely dug at the flesh above her vagina and clitoris. His sister didn't know how to escape this attack and could only hold her breath, forcibly resisting the stimulation from below. The tingling sensation in her vagina was unbearable, like being stung by lice. The stimulation continued to spread to her lower abdomen and uterus, and waves of electric shock-like sensations spread throughout her body from deep within her vagina and anus. Her vagina and anus twitched and contracted, even her large feet were stimulated and curled up. Her body shivered several times; a heat rose in her throat, her heart pounded, and her vaginal fluids, her juices, and her vaginal discharge flowed out again, from clear and sweet to semi-transparent and sticky, a creamy color, flowing uncontrollably. At the same time, she smelled her sister's unique fragrance. The vaginal fluid, lightly touched by the professor's fingers, stretched into long strands, wetting her cleft and pubic hair... "Ah!... Ah... Oh dear, no! Fuck my pussy, I'll squeeze you tight! Pull it out! Please don't fuck my ass anymore! Please do something good..." Her sister cried out in spasms, her anus fiercely resisting, but his glans slowly entered and then withdrew. After the glans entered, I desperately contracted my sphincter muscles, but I couldn't push the glans back in. I straightened my back in agony, my brows furrowed. His penis was pressed deep into my rectum, like it was hitting my stomach lining—it felt so painful, like it was about to burst! What a tragedy! How shameful! Anal sex is truly a human tragedy!

"Oh!...So good...So tight...So hot...Doesn't it feel good when yours is so full? You slut! Big-footed wife?... " He felt like he was flying, and even his sister's asshole was amazing. The professor was intoxicated by his sister's incredibly tight vagina, as if a fire was burning inside. The anus truly lived up to its reputation as the hottest place on the human body. He squeezed my breasts with his big hands while feeling the peristalsis and contraction of my rectal mucosa with his penis.

"It hurts...It hurts...It hurts...It's going to tear!!! I want...Ah...Don't go in anymore!!...Please pull it out!...It hurts so much!!!!! It hurts!!...Waaah!...No...No...My hemorrhoids are tearing! Brother, I'm bleeding!" His sister's legs were also bent upwards in pain, her big feet bent! At this moment, I was in excruciating pain, tears streaming down my face. I cried out and desperately twisted my hips, trying to pull the penis out, but my wails seemed to only fuel the lust of this American-Chinese man! The enormous penis thrust in and out, making my sister cry out in pain, her moans and pleas for mercy growing louder and louder, her breathing becoming heavier, and her juices gushing out like a burst dam.

"Ah...ah...it hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!" my sister groaned in pain, her body leaning forward, her plump breasts occasionally touching the bed. My sister's anus was very narrow; after a long day working in the kitchen, her internal hemorrhoids were slightly swollen, making the opening even narrower. Each time the penis entered, the immense pressure stimulated the penis, producing pleasure. The professor gripped my white, round buttocks tightly with both hands, twisting his waist and violently raping my anus. The thick penis thrust in and out fiercely, without any tenderness. Each time it withdrew, it only pulled to the edge of the anus before pushing it back in, and each time it thrust in, it wouldn't go all the way in. Extremely fast! Extremely powerful! This time, my sister really suffered! With each powerful thrust of his penis, the erect glans repeatedly rubbed against my parched intestinal walls, like a red-hot steel file scraping inside. Each thrust went all the way in, filling my sister's anus with air. My hemorrhoids are definitely going to bleed profusely. And his right hand kept slapping my fat buttocks.

"Ahhh...please...it hurts so much...please...you're going to kill me...please...you want to play...let me get ready! Please let me rub some of my vaginal fluid in my ass to make it slippery!...Ah, brother...please don't!...Ah...fuck my pussy, oh my! My hemorrhoids are bursting, they're so dry! Wow! I have to work early tomorrow morning! Professor!" The pain made my sister's moans distorted. I groaned miserably while desperately twisting my body, trying to get the man's penis out of my anus. The thick, red-hot iron rod was inserted into my anus, extremely painful! It felt like a raging fire was burning my anus all the way to my sister's abdomen. "Ah...oh my!" my sister cried out in a daze. "Crack!" With a sound, my anus finally burst. "Ouch...it hurts so much," I could feel hot blood flowing out, and I couldn't help but let out a miserable cry!

The professor wanted this feeling, this near-rape-like sensation. It stimulated him greatly, excited him even more, and made him thrust into my sister's anus with all his might, as if deflowering her. He was incredibly excited! When he saw my sister trying to pull his penis out, he quickly gripped my hips tightly and thrust his penis even harder into her anus, a ruthless, bestial act of thrusting in and out. The tender, red flesh of my sister's anus sank inward with each insertion, the blood flowing more and more, only to be pulled back out again with each withdrawal. The tender flesh of my sister's anus was pulled in and out repeatedly, and with each thrust, her pink hemorrhoids, not to be outdone, were also pushed in and out, bleeding and staining the white sheets, increasing the pleasure for the one thrusting into me while my sister suffered unbearable pain.

"Help! No!... Please, have mercy on me! Help! Professor,... please stop fucking my ass!... It hurts so much!... Please! Help!... Ah... I'm going to be fucked to death! I'm going to fly to the sky!" A series of screams followed, my sister's head swaying with Professor Chen's thrusts, her long hair flying wildly. The glans scraped against the dry vaginal walls, and with each thrust, I let out a painful groan, bleeding profusely. His penis thrust deep into my anus again and again, the warm, tender flesh inside my sister's rectum and some internal hemorrhoids tightly enveloping his large member, like a winding, circuitous path! The pain made my sister instinctively try to close her thighs as much as possible, but this only made me suffer more. The man hugged my round buttocks and swayed from side to side, rubbing his penis against my anus, the glans repeatedly grinding against the tenderest flesh of my anus.

The professor's long fingernails suddenly slipped inside, pulling back the foreskin. He pinched my delicate clitoris hard, flicking it twice against the sensitive, erect spot. My sister trembled instantly. "Wow, ah... oh dear... oh dear! Help! Professor, please stop... please spare me!... Do me a good deed... let me go... ah... woo... woo, I'm about to be fucked to death!... My clitoris is bursting, my anus is about to be ruptured by your fucking! Professor!" "Want me to flick your clitoris again, to make you cum again? I learned this skill in America!" "Oh, don't do that, I really can't take it!"

Before she could finish speaking, "slap, slap, slap," her sensitive clitoris was flicked three more times, stimulating her so much that her juices flowed out, wetting the professor's hand.

Amidst this almost perverse torment, my sister could only plead, utterly helpless. The man continued his abuse and manipulation, gradually reaching his climax. He gripped my sister's large breasts tightly with both hands, pulling them downwards, and pinching my sensitive, erect nipples with his thumbnails. My beautiful, firm breasts were deformed under his rough hands. My sister's tight anal muscles contracted repeatedly, softly and tightly enveloping his penis. This beautiful young woman's intestines were truly deep and narrow, tight in the front and wide in the back, dense and soft. The hot, repeated friction of the rectal wall folds made him so aroused that he could hardly breathe. The professor finally ejaculated a thick stream of semen into my sister's anus, which felt like it was on fire, burning all the way down her rectum!

"Oh my god, please... no... it hurts... ooh... ooh... ouch!" my sister cried out in pain. My sister was tortured to the point of near death by this cruel anal sex, living a life worse than death. She was truly living an inhuman existence. She kept screaming and begging, "Ah...uh...Professor, no...!" The alkaline semen that the professor ejaculated stimulated my cracked hemorrhoids, causing me so much pain that my teeth were grinding together, and I was trembling uncontrollably! I choked on my saliva and snot, and large tears streamed down my face. My vaginal fluid mixed with vaginal discharge, along with the blood dripping from my torn anus and rectum, left a bowl-sized stain on the white sheet! Overwhelmed by intense shame and pain, tears streamed down her face. At the same time, she knew she was almost incontinent, leaking urine – a first in her forties! "Spare me…don't do this…Professor, Professor, oh dear…!" Her grief was indescribable. She lay limp and naked on the bed, dizzy and disoriented, her soul almost leaving her body. She could only weep silently, trembling, wishing her deceased husband would still love, cherish, and care for her!

Just as she was heartbroken, convulsing and trembling naked on the bed, this wolf in sheep's clothing, having enjoyed the base of his penis being gripped by the sphincter in her anus, found the depths much looser than the anus, yet not empty. Her rectal mucosa, warm and moist, gently enveloped his penis, burning hot, finally coaxing Professor Chen to ejaculate the remaining semen in his testicles. The professor must have felt that the surface of the rectal mucosa was harder, unlike the softness of the vaginal mucosa. When the man who violated me was thrusting his penis in and out, he would definitely experience a thrilling, exhilarating sensation, as if stars were shooting out of his eyes. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, my limbs weak and I was completely drained. His hot semen drenched me from my rectum to my hemorrhoids, causing a painful, itchy, and tingling sensation!

After the professor finished venting, he became particularly excited, rambling on and on with the air of a pedantic scholar, lecturing me. He shook his head and said, "You woman, shit, you have no knowledge. People need to be studious to make progress. People have gotten to where they are today through learning, and they will inevitably rely on learning to move towards the future. If we want to make progress, we must have a learning spirit, persisting in learning, learning, and more learning; persisting in practice, practice, and more practice. Fuck! You must constantly improve your skills, otherwise your mother-in-law will have no choice but to sell you off as an old prostitute—that's called recycling old things, resource regeneration. In your in-laws' house, you must be constantly aware of 'walking on thin ice, standing on the edge of an abyss,' always maintaining an attitude of 'humility, gratitude, obedience, and no resistance,' without the slightest slackness or carelessness. You must serve your in-laws day and night, work diligently, fuck! My actions towards you are meant to inspire you, enlighten you, and it's also a very environmentally friendly act! You should be grateful to me. You should say 'thank you'." "You!" Sigh, I'm stunned, truly speechless. The ancient Chinese had the concept of "the Doctrine of the Mean," because by finding the middle way, one can act with propriety and avoid excess or deficiency in anything. It's understandable that most Chinese people don't understand the Doctrine of the Mean, but if even professors in China don't adhere to it and insist on sexually assaulting women, that's not a good thing. The root of the problem in society today is the abundance of shameless "intellectuals." But honestly, no matter how virtuous these sanctimonious returned scholars and American professors are, if all they want is to engage in sexual activity, their hearts are despicable, and they don't deserve to be called intellectuals at all. Since ancient times, "a scholar takes the world as his responsibility," and propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame are the most precious parts of traditional Chinese culture. When professionals no longer bear the weight of the world's responsibilities, and upon meeting someone, they resort to all sorts of despicable means to rip off their sister's pants and insert their penis into her anus, they become the culprits who will ruin the country in the future. As the Buddha said, "Five hundred glances in a past life are exchanged for a single brush in this life." Encountering this wolf in sheep's clothing is truly the greatest shame and sorrow of my life.

【The Third Episode of "Big-Footed Chef Sister Meets the Beastly Professor Chen"】

This forty-year-old woman is like a perfectly aged wine, absorbing the essence of time and the sedimentation of longing, like the fragrance of Moutai, intoxicating even before tasting; her life's insights have been refined into a transparent clarity, as mellow and fragrant as Wuliangye; this acquaintance possesses a profound, elegant, and noble temperament, a beauty that can only be found in the wisdom of forty, her graceful demeanor and rich bearing flowing effortlessly from her every gesture and word; having passed through the days of cleverness and sharpness, unlike the clamorous expressions of young women, she can express appropriate feelings with a silent smile, allowing men to understand her perfectly. That more elegant and refined power, all that is beautiful, has been brewed into a supreme charm, floating with wisdom, a lingering fragrance.

However, my body, face, beauty, and wisdom, though enhanced by every detail of my experience, have reached their most glorious golden age, making my patience and love even purer. Living as a widow in my husband's family, I'm subjected to gossip and criticism from some idle members of their household. I, a woman, neither complain, nor act recklessly, nor do I seek to cause trouble for them. What more can I say? My mother-in-law's insistence that I serve this wolf in sheep's clothing, the wicked Chinese-American neighbor, Professor Chen, is truly the greatest shame and sorrow of my life!

[Heaven and earth cannot be without harmony for a day, nor can the human heart be without joy for a day.] Cheerfulness is an inherent quality; don't assume that transforming a sullen beauty into a cheerful one is easier than making an ugly woman beautiful. A cheerful woman isn't necessarily intelligent, but she is bound to be insightful and discerning. A cheerful woman isn't necessarily boisterous; while most are extroverted, they can also be introverted, as long as they maintain a joy that doesn't necessarily develop into happiness. A cheerful woman is like a flower, a fragrance, a joy. To maintain her cheerfulness, my sister had to avoid this Chinese-American professor for many days, but eventually, he bribed my mother-in-law with a large sum of money, and my beautiful cook sister had no choice but to return to the professor's house.

In the dim light, my sister's shadow appeared so slender and graceful, her light clothes flowing, her long hair billowing, her cheerful and lively demeanor giving off a calm and mature woman's aura. Her entire being, every gesture, naturally exuded an indescribable, classical, barefoot maid's quiet charm. Her eyes, her movements, her expression—everything was beautiful, charming, and naturally harmonious. At that moment, Professor Chen even had a fleeting illusion that this mature woman before him didn't belong to this dirty world. Professor Chen couldn't help but sigh, "Her form is like a startled swan, graceful as a swimming dragon, radiant as autumn chrysanthemums, flourishing as spring pines. She is like light clouds veiling the moon, drifting like swirling snow in the wind." From afar, she shone like the rising sun at dawn. Up close, she was as radiant as a lotus emerging from clear water. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, neither too slender nor too plump. Her shoulders were like those of a sculpted figure, her waist slender and graceful. Her neck was long and elegant, her skin fair and radiant, needing no adornment or makeup. Her hair was piled high like clouds, her eyebrows delicate and arched, her lips bright red, her teeth white and gleaming. Her eyes were bright and expressive, her dimples charming, her beauty exquisite and captivating, her demeanor serene and composed. Her gentle charm and alluring manner were evident in her words.

Professor Chen, upon seeing the alluring and elegant older sister, was told by reason that she was a peerless beauty, pure and untouched by defilement. Yet, the devil within him constantly tempted him to abuse this beauty! The devil triumphed over reason; like a wild beast, Professor Chen finally swallowed hard, forcefully pulled me into the bathroom, and impatiently and violently stripped me naked. While slapping my buttocks, he dragged me into the bathroom, smeared soap on my anus, and forcibly raped me. I gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly, groaning in agony.

"Is this your first time? Does it hurt a lot?" he asked, thrusting in and out.

I didn't answer, only letting out soft moans, gritting my teeth and enduring the pain, my body trembling slightly. The professor's thrusting became more intense. Then it suddenly stopped. It was over in less than two or three minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

This Chinese-American was such a stingy, selfish, and heartless guy. This ill-fated relationship was something I had to overcome myself by constantly climbing over hills and gnawing on the toughest obstacles. This inevitably involved the growing pains and anxieties of adjustment. Rainbows often appear after the storm. There is no mountain higher than a person, no road longer than one's feet. I encouraged myself, as long as I persevered, I would reach my goal one day. Just bear with it! After venting, the professor slapped my plump buttocks and walked out. Leaving my sister, who hadn't finished bathing, and my chrysanthemum, which was in excruciating pain, he told me to go home without saying goodbye.

Two days later, on Sunday, after finishing cooking and taking a nap, the phone rang. It was the professor. He said he was home and, in a commanding tone, told me to come immediately and not to keep him waiting. He said he had given his mother a gift that morning, or he would show her the video of me masturbating that day. Knowing it was a threat, I had no choice but to agree. I quickly threw on some clothes, slipped on my bare feet in transparent high-heeled slippers, and rushed over.

The professor was in his room on the second floor, drinking beer and watching TV. When he saw me come in, he turned off the TV, stood up, and hugged me from behind. One hand reached under my clothes to caress my breasts, while the other hand grabbed my buttocks.

"Your buttocks are amazing, so bouncy!"

I turned my head helplessly, giving the man a shameful and wistful look. That look, however, was alluring, only fueling the man's desire. The man pressed his erect penis against my buttocks.

"Take off your clothes quickly."

I took off my clothes under the bright light. The man slapped my snow-white, plump buttocks and then led me into the bathroom. I squatted down with my back to him in shame. At this moment, the curves of my snow-white buttocks were even more pronounced. The man rubbed soap on my anus.

My snow-white, pitiful body trembled slightly because of a strong sense of disgust. The professor inserted his finger into my anus to the root.

I let out a soft moan, and my body trembled again. Goosebumps rose on my back. The man seemed impatient and skipped foreplay before starting to penetrate.

The pain of my anal flesh being torn apart made me groan involuntarily. I gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly with both hands and tears fell. "Oh!...So good...Inside...So tight...So hot...Doesn't it feel good when yours is stretched full? You slut! Big-footed wife?... " He felt like he was flying to heaven, and he was amazed by the hard penetration of my asshole.

As the professor thrust in and out, he slapped my buttocks hard. "I'll be a good boy and offer you my buttocks, so please stop hitting me." I squatted down in pain, grabbing the edge of the bathtub. The professor's penis accidentally slipped out.

"You dare to run away? Are you out of your mind?! Luckily, your plump, bare buttocks are beautiful no matter when I see them, so I'll spare you this time." He said, slapping my buttocks even harder.

"Ugh, stop hitting me." My face flushed red as I covered my buttocks with my hands, trying to avoid the beating.

"Don't you want me to see your asshole? Take your hands off, stop hitting me? Spanking feels cruel to me, you know, seeing such a beautiful, plump buttocks makes me want to spank you?" The sound of slapping echoed in the room, red handprints appearing on my snow-white buttocks. "You said you'd play with my buttocks!" "Say it!" "

Please, sir, play with my buttocks!" I was shocked by the shamelessness of my words.

"Very good, raise your buttocks!" I assumed a doggy-style position in the bathroom. This time, I wasn't allowed to hold onto the edge of the bathtub.

"Raise your buttocks even higher!"

"Yes..." As my snow-white buttocks rose higher, a light brown anus appeared. When the professor applied soap foam, it immediately began to contract and twitch in response. As the professor slowly applied soap to my anus, my body trembled and I let out low sobs. Although I allowed the man to play with my plump, white buttocks, I felt disgusted. When his fingers entered my anus, my whole body ached and itched unbearably!

The professor used his penis like a whip to slap my anus, then suddenly thrust it in.

"Ouch!" I screamed, wincing.

"You're a pervert," the professor said. "Do you have frigidity? You should get used to anal sex by now." He then played with and rubbed my anus more vigorously. I began to revel in the feeling of my anus tightening, and I couldn't help but let out subtle moans. The professor, as he thrust in and out, felt that this woman had gotten used to it. Although I groaned in pain, the thrusting was smoother than before, and I even felt a wriggling and suction sensation inside my anus. My sister couldn't help but twist her plump buttocks while being fucked, and she sobbed at the same time. Her clitoris emitted a feminine fragrance, but she still couldn't help but twist her buttocks.

"Good, you finally know what this tastes like."

"Ugh, I'd die of embarrassment if anyone found out!"

"Good, keep wiggling your ass."

"Ah...ah, ouch!"

"Damn! Good, just like that, wiggle your ass hard."

The professor slapped her wiggling ass, like riding a horse, making his sister, the horse, run fast, while he himself galloped towards orgasm.

"Ah...you made me learn this kind of thing..." Having tasted this wonderful sensation, the sister, forced to reach orgasm, showed a shy expression, lowering her ass to meet his thrusts! After a long, long time, the professor finally lazily left his sister's ass. There was a pleasant aftertaste after ejaculation.

"Is there any hot tea?" The sister rinsed her ass with hot water, nodding at the same time.

"I don't know how many times you've played with my ass."

"You used to hate having your ass fucked, didn't you? Now you know how wonderful it tastes." "I feel so embarrassed and ashamed."

"Hehehe. Oh, yes."

My sister's eyes welled up with tears from the humiliation. When she served the hot tea, she had no choice but to offer her red lips to the professor. He kissed me greedily, biting my thin lips. In the pain, I felt a strange pleasure of being abused. In a daze, the professor's dirty fingers were inserted into my anus again, digging and probing hard!

[The fourth installment of "The Big-Footed Cook Sister Meets the Beastly Professor Chen"]

As always, after the professor had vented his lust, he patted my plump buttocks lightly and then waved and walked out. Leaving my sister, who hadn't finished showering, and my anus, which was in excruciating pain, he told me to go to the bathroom to wash up and to hurry home without saying goodbye.

But today, disaster was about to strike! As the saying goes, "Catch a thief red-handed, catch an adulterer in the act!" Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed open, and a burly woman stood in the doorway! My sister was naked, and the evidence of the stains on the bathroom floor was irrefutable—caught red-handed. The woman raised her hand and slapped me several times, saying fiercely, "Son of a bitch! You must have been itching for a good time, so you came to seduce my lover, shit. I had no choice but to 'cure' you!" Her eyes blazed with hatred as she roared at me, "Your cunt is itchy! Your cunt is horny! You slut! You're so wanton! You've found my man to amuse yourself and release your lust! How dare you seduce my husband! I'll see how I deal with you! What did he do to you?!" Her sharp words and fierce shrewishness terrified me, and I trembled. I knew that no amount of explanation was necessary. I could only blame my twisted and unfortunate fate, being raped by her husband and then accused of being a slut who seduced men.

Mrs. Chen slapped me hard, and blood trickled from the corner of my mouth! I sat helplessly on the floor; she roared mercilessly, "Obstetrics and Gynecology! Get up!!" She grabbed my long, black hair and said in an icy tone, "Come with me!" My sister had no choice but to tremble and be dragged naked out of the bathroom. She could only cover her genitals with her hands, her large buttocks swaying, her big feet tiptoeing as she awkwardly crossed the hall, her hair pulled, and into another room. "Want to disobey? Disobey? Want to rebel? Humph, seducing my lover! Do you want me to beat you to death?!" Her sharp eyes grew even more stern, like swords. My sister, surprisingly, felt a sense of calm. Death wasn't scary; what was scary was waiting to die. Now that she was about to be beaten, her heart wasn't so tense anymore. She walked to her side, gritted her teeth, and knelt before Mrs. Chen, sticking her buttocks out. "Madam, I know I was wrong. I've disappointed you. But I had no choice. If you want, just kill me..." Her voice choked as she spoke. "Is that so? Shit! You slut, why did you seduce my husband? Did he fuck you there? Fuck your asshole, didn't he?" She knew her husband's fetishes; what did he want today? He wanted to beat her! Mrs. Chen slowly stood up, walked to the bedside table, and took out a whip; it was quite heavy. "Madam...please spare me, I beg you to be gentle!" She pleaded pitifully, her eyes filled with tears, her docile appearance making it hard to bear and bring herself to hit her. But Mrs. Chen's anger remained high. I grabbed my sister and pulled her down, my snow-white buttocks exposed. I pressed her to the ground and began whipping her, "Crack, crack, crack, crack!" The whip lashed relentlessly across her plump, white buttocks. "Ugh, ah... oh dear!" My sister gripped my mother's trouser leg tightly, desperately trying to suppress her cries. She was a very proud girl and wouldn't let the professor's family hear. Besides, screaming like that would be too much. "Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack..." My sister gave her no chance to catch her breath, the whip relentlessly striking her shapely buttocks, which were now a bright red. I knew that as long as I didn't admit my mistake, the real punishment wouldn't begin. "Madam, ah, I'm sorry, I was wrong," "Crack, crack, crack, crack..." "Ah, Madam, please forgive me, ah, I really know I was wrong, please have mercy, it hurts so much, I can't take it anymore." After a few lashes, my sister, disregarding her image, began to cry like a punished schoolchild. "You bitch, see if you dare to cheat on me?!" Mrs. Chen stopped, pressing the whip against my buttocks, waiting for my answer. "Ugh... ahhh, ahhh," I cried out in despair. "Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack," she lashed down without hesitation, the whip striking my anus again. "Ugh... ugh, I'm so embarrassed... ahhh!" I desperately hoped she would let me go, that this nightmare would end quickly. "You deserve a good beating! Still trying to be tough! This lesson isn't enough!!" At that moment, I felt like my buttocks were on fire. "Crack, crack, crack," three lashes came down diagonally, striking my small ankle. My big foot trembled uncontrollably, the pain excruciating. My hand instinctively reached up to protect it. "Crack," the back of my fair hand was struck hard by the whip again. "Still dare to cover it with your hand!" Mrs. Chen grabbed my foot, the whip whistling as it lashed my delicate, white foot! The whip lashed like a knife! "Crack, crack, crack! Crack..." "Ah, I won't do it again, good madam, good madam, please stop hitting me... Waaah... please spare me... Waaah, it hurts so much! I'll be good, I won't do it again! My feet! My big feet! Oh, oh oh oh!" I didn't care about saving face anymore, and I burst into tears! Looking at my sister's desperate attempt to endure the pain, her sobs from the beating, and her reddened soles, anyone with a shred of humanity would feel heartache. Mrs. Chen used eight-tenths of her strength, and another lash struck my fat buttocks, hitting my anus as well. My sister felt as if her anus was being burned, the fire raging down to her rectum, but I endured it! My shoulders heaved, filled with humiliation, and I sobbed in hiding. The madam shouted, "Get into a dog-like position, stick your butt out!" "Yes, madam, what are you going to do?"

"Crack!" Another lash!

Naked and daring not to refuse, I knelt on all fours before Mrs. Chen, my buttocks raised high, exposing my anus to her! Mrs. Chen, seeing my state, let out a sinister giggle!

Suddenly, she dug her fingers into my anus and forcefully shoved in a salted duck egg from beside her. I let out a miserable groan. When the third salted duck egg was inserted, I cried out in agony. "You're a slut, you should be able to fit five, right?" She cruelly used my anus as a toy. Even as I bled, she relentlessly shoved in a fourth egg. My anus blossomed, overflowing with nectar, and I involuntarily writhed. The excruciating pain was unbearable… "Ah… Madam, please don't do this… It will… it will kill me! I'm about to burst!" I weakly managed to squeeze out these words, lifting my swollen, red buttocks and the salted duck eggs stuffed inside, collapsing to the ground in unbearable embarrassment! The professor's wife seemed genuinely afraid that the clock had caused a death, and reluctantly stopped the torture of stuffing my anus.

I finally caught my breath, and disregarding all dignity and pride, I squatted down on tiptoe in front of the professor's wife and forcefully defecated four salted duck eggs from my anus. Then, Mrs. Chen, seemingly out of nowhere, produced an enema kit and forcefully inserted the nozzle into my anus, slowly injecting a solution.

"Ah...Madam, please don't do this...What is this?"

"You slutty cat, I'll teach you a lesson you won't know how powerful I am! You dare to come to my house to steal my husband! You want to get money from my husband? Let me tell you, no way!" the professor's wife said fiercely.

I disdained the vicious actions and despicable thoughts of this American-Chinese woman pretending to be a foreigner. I frowned, stubbornly and rebelliously letting out a soft hum.

"What are you humming about!? Today you've fallen into my hands, and I'll make sure you die a horrible death! A gruesome death! Trying to sell your body for money in my house? Don't even think about it!" This woman kept muttering; she wanted to kill me! She then slowly poured a bowl of steaming hot Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) into the enema syringe, intending to force the hot liquor into my anus. The moment the hot Erguotou touched my anus, it felt like a raging fire. I immediately got goosebumps all over my body, and I couldn't help but moan softly, "Ouch! I never had any intention of making money like that! Your husband raped me! It hurts so much!" Even if I died, I wanted to make my case clear before I died. I endured the torment and mustered up the courage to speak. But before I could finish, Mrs. Chen slapped me several more times. "My husband would never be so low and vulgar! You shameless slut, you dare to talk back! You must be selling your ass to make money!" Mrs. Chen squeezed the enema syringe hard, and the Erguotou shot straight into my intestinal wall. From my anus, hemorrhoids, to my rectum, it immediately felt like it was on fire, accompanied by unbearable itching! My body jolted, a burning, itchy, and tingling sensation spreading through my abdomen. As my rectum rapidly absorbed the alcohol, I became hazy and intoxicated, my breathing rapid. Naked and wanton, I rolled around on the professor's bathroom floor, my large legs kicking wildly, while my hands frantically stroked my anus, trying to stop the burning sensation. Finally, exhausted and mortified, I collapsed.

"Oh, I'm going crazy! Ugh, you're killing me!" Perhaps it was more like an escape. After being punished by the professor's wife and brought back to my senses, I staggered out of the professor's house, my burning anus and buttocks clenched, like a drunkard.

That professor, a beast in human form, spouting platitudes about morality while engaging in despicable acts—a fake foreigner! A lecherous man who preys on the weak, exploiting their anuses! Every time I was called to his house, it was like being raped! His wife, so cruel and ruthless, defiled my sister's anus and even insulted me by demanding money. I could only stand helplessly at the gate of my in-laws' backyard, weeping. The weather was getting colder, and I hadn't even put on any clothes to cover myself; I was half-naked, crying in the rain. I just kept sobbing, and there wasn't a soul around. I just stood there, hoping that after an hour or two, I could finally get through this ordeal and feel so wronged. I lived without any dignity. Everyone deserves dignity, but the elders in this family seemed to have never considered the suffering and misery of this poor young widow.

Touching my tormented anus and the aching buttocks from being beaten, my tender, white feet offered no escape. I thought of when I would finally escape this sea of suffering—ten years, twenty years, until old age? What difference would it make from ten or twenty thousand years? The urge to escape grew stronger. This place was a cruel hell. Though it was early winter, night fell unusually early. The backyard was quiet; the cold streetlights cast countless shadows on the ground, and all was silent. I sat on the doorstep, my large, white, size 7.5 feet slipped into my only pair of small, transparent leather slippers, revealing my alluring, rounded breasts, and sobbed silently. I gently covered my face, contemplating leaving under the light. The more I thought, the more dejected I became. Escape—but where could I escape to? Where could I go? I didn't know. How could I survive? I had no money. Should I become a prostitute? I don't want to be a white-collar worker. Having been away from the workforce for so long, I'm afraid no one will hire me. As a laborer, my physical strength isn't up to par, and besides, my daughter is being held hostage by her in-laws. Ignorance is an obstacle, and so is knowledge; indifference is a mistake, and so is affection. Arrogance is karma, and so is self-deprecation; success is an illusion, and so is failure. Family can be a constraint, or a burden; setbacks can be tests, and favorable circumstances may be traps. These can be glimpsed occasionally, but one must still constantly restrain fleeting thoughts of greed, anger, and delusion. In this life, only after the loss of my husband did I begin to understand the treacherous nature of human relationships.

The merciless wasteland of night is silent, the cold air seeping into my heart like water, and I, which direction should I go? I have no idea. Since he left, I've been alone in this world, strangely lonely, unable to distinguish reality from illusion. I hope it's just a dream, and I also wish my departed husband could come back to life. Finally, my pride kicked in, and a sudden surge of inner turmoil and struggle gripped me. I was caught in a bottomless, unsettling internal battle, my thoughts churning within a bag that could never be filled. Alas, life is a journey from this shore to the other; perhaps it's all just my bad luck. Fine, I gathered my hair with my delicate hands, tied it into a ponytail, and, ignoring the throbbing pain, itching, soreness, and numbness in my rectum, tiptoed back to my in-laws' kitchen. Without a sound, I washed up, then reluctantly removed my clothes, enduring the cramping in my feet and the burning, itching sensation in my anus, ending this unfortunate day before collapsing into bed. I lamented that I was a sex slave, destined to fall into depravity. There was no society, no justice, no Buddha, no Jesus Christ, only dark flowers and my tormented, wounded little chrysanthemum bud… Try to think positively. The one who is hated suffers no pain, but the one who hates will eventually be covered in wounds. Therefore, my beautiful and charming sister will never hate anyone. My intelligent and wise sister will not argue with fools, otherwise, it would be unclear whether I or the professor's wife is the fool. As for this two-faced, stingy, and materialistic American-Chinese Professor Chen, let him be like a book, flipping through it carelessly, letting him miss my sister. Don't take it too seriously; I believe he will eventually shed tears for his actions.

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