【Dragon-carrying herb】(3)

Author: zhaoning First published ID: ee8227376 First published on this site on
2017/12/30 Word count: 7652 words 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter 3: The Enigmatic Night 　　"Hello." The middle-aged woman looked at the woman who knocked and entered, and said while looking at the documents in her hand, "Mrs. Xu?" 　　"Yes." The woman who entered appeared to be young, wearing a wide-brimmed blue hat, with short hair, her face obscured by the dim light and the shadow of her hat. She wore a thick coat; such attire was not uncommon among those who came to consult her, and she didn't mind. For her, satisfying clients and earning this reward was enough. 　　"I heard from a friend that your place is quite good, and I'm a little scared now, and I don't know who to talk to ... so I came here through connections, hoping it will be of some help..." The young woman sat opposite the middle-aged woman, speaking clearly and softly, like a gentle breeze. The dim light shone on the middle-aged woman 's face, casting the younger woman into the shadows. 　　"It's alright. Many people come to me with mental health issues. Not everyone can handle everything. Some appear strong, some seem weak, but only they know what they truly fear desire," the middle-aged woman said. "If you don't mind, tell me your story, say what you want to say. Treat me like I'm invisible, or simply confide in me. You know, in our line of work, we definitely won't tell anyone." 　　"I feel like I'm being controlled by a man I've known for less than three months," the younger woman said slowly, enunciating each word. "Do you think he might have hypnotized me?" Her voice was agitated and unnatural. 　　"Tell me about your experience with him. Don't be too nervous. Actually, truly hypnotizing someone is not easy, it's almost impossible. If it were, the world would be in chaos." The middle-aged woman had encountered many people asking the same question as this woman. Hypnotizing someone is not simple; it's now only used as a medical aid. 　　"Three months ago, I went to my daughter's school with her..." The young woman's story was sometimes halting, sometimes avoiding certain parts, but most of it was understandable. She had gradually fallen in love with the doctor at her daughter's school because of gymnastics, and that doctor was even her classmate from over ten years ago. They even ended up having sex. "I don't know what I did, but now I feel weak whenever I see him, and my face turns bright red whenever I touch him, even more so than when I was dating in college..." 　　"You know, I have a daughter and a husband. I can't go on like this. Do you think he used some kind of magic on me?" The young woman was telling these stories for the first time, though she hadn't mentioned the frenzied sex in the karaoke bar or the incontinence she had experienced in the doctor's office. Her face was burning, though her complexion was obscured by darkness. 　　"It sounds like you've fallen in love with him. You need to understand, current medical technology can't completely hypnotize someone. Think about it, if he really hypnotized you and controlled everything about you, you wouldn't be appearing before me with these thoughts," the middle-aged woman said. "But you have a family now, you should try to control these feelings." 　　"But I just can't control them." Not only could she not control them, she was sinking deeper and deeper; just like he had said , she was born to be his. She loved everything about him. 　　"You should participate more in family life, like going for walks together more often; watching a movie on the weekend. Or keep yourself busy with work," the middle-aged woman suggested. She looked into the shadows, unable to discern the young woman's attitude. "Or I could show you real hypnosis, maybe you wouldn't be so afraid." She offered a compromise; she shouldn't interfere in her client's private life anyway, perhaps she could help her be braver. 　　"You know hypnosis?" the young woman asked, somewhat surprised. 　　"Of course I know some. You can try it, at least it can improve your sleep," the middle-aged woman said with a smile . 　　"Alright then. Let me see if he really has some kind of spell on me." 　　"Okay." The middle-aged woman took out an old pocket watch with some chains attached, just like in . "Look at this pocket watch, don't look away." 　　The young woman's eyes darted from side to side as she looked at the pocket watch, listening to the middle-aged woman talk for a long time. She felt like but she didn't feel like she was asleep. In her dream, she dreamed that she and he had a child, then they made love passionately in the sea, and finally she returned to the dimly lit room, feeling cold inside her coat. The woman opposite her was still talking, and she heard it clearly, but she was still confused. Who am I? What should I do? 　　... 　　When Lin Yaqin came out, two hours had passed since she went in. She felt a little regretful and full of confusion, but only she knew what she regretted. She turned and got into her Beetle. The dim headlights ahead were faint, and raindrops made a soft pattering sound on the car window before silently dispersing into flat, oval-shaped mists, their . 　　Lin Yaqin drove aimlessly, passing Zhonghua Park and Guangzhou Road, not knowing how far she had strayed from home. At this time, Xu Jie was frantically trying to pull strings. His father had returned healthy and strong, and at work, he seemed to have regained the robust and steady Xu Jianjun he always was. He was thinking of taking advantage of his father's continued support to find an opportunity to be transferred to a powerful position like county magistrate or party secretary. He had a long life ahead of him. While Lin Yaqin was waiting at a traffic light, Xu Jie called her. "Yaqin, I can't come back today." The other end of the line was noisy. "I have to have a good meal with Secretary Wang's son." Xu Jie's voice was quite loud. Lin Yaqin said, "Okay, don't drink too much. Take care of yourself." Her voice was soft and pleasant. 　　"Okay, okay." Xu Jie seemed to be with other people. He said that and then hung up. Lin Yaqin didn't know which restaurant Xu Jie was in now, or whether he was with a group of cronies at the same club as last time.

She didn't want to face the problem; at least on the surface, her husband hadn't wronged her. She recalled their
frenzied riverside encounter in November, the final moment when she even considered drinking Zhao Ning's urine. She felt utterly despicable
and lewd, or perhaps only despicable towards Zhao Ning. After all, in her 35 years of life, she had never
treated a man like that, nor had she ever been so intoxicated by one. "Beep beep!..." The car behind her
kept urging her to leave. Lin Yaqin drove haphazardly through the streets, as if
she had entered a maze with no exit, sinking deeper and deeper into its depths, a night without light.

As night fell, she returned to the riverbank where they had their tryst in November. This time,
the riverbank was quiet, moonless, with only withered grass and fallen leaves, and
the sparse chirping of some unknown insects. There were no water buffalo on the opposite bank; only the dim, clear
beams of light , with faint, pale white dust-like particles floating on them, drifting aimlessly. She stood by the river
for a while, feeling a bit cold, then drove towards the city.

Just then, my QQ message for her rang. "My dear Qin'er, I have nothing to do tonight, want to
go out for something to eat?" Lin Yaqin felt a ripple of emotion as she read the message. She was about to agree when she thought of
Xu Xia and Xu Jie, and even her aunt Xu Qian. Our family had been so happy before; it shouldn't
continue like this. Meanwhile, she was also longing for the exhilarating pleasure that came from restraint and obedience—that feeling,
so intoxicating. "I'm going to Minmin's to play mahjong tonight, I'm already outside." Lin Yaqin
quietly put her phone into her handbag and drove towards Minmin's place.

Minmin's full name was Jin Min'er. They had known each other since university and were inseparable
friends . After graduation, they were still in the same city, naturally becoming close
friends that Lin Yaqin frequented. She was two years younger than Lin Yaqin and had a loving husband named Zhang Fengyuan. He was a womanizer who had pursued
Jin Min'er relentlessly since their university days, and their ten-year marathon relationship finally blossomed into marriage – a truly enchanting
love story. Zhang Fengyuan was also known for doting on his wife. Now, he ran a successful photography studio,
making Jin Min'er a veritable wealthy wife under his care. She didn't have to worry about housework and spent her time shopping
and playing cards with her girlfriends.

"Yaqin, why do you look so down today?" When they arrived at Minmin's house, Jin Min'er
opened the door for her . The air conditioning was on, making it a bit warm inside, and a few drops of dew condensed on Lin Yaqin's coat. "I drove for ages
, got stuck in traffic for ages," Lin Yaqin laughed. Jin Min'er closed the door and took off Lin Yaqin's coat, revealing a
red turtleneck fitted wool vest underneath. Jin Min'er sniffed Lin Yaqin's skin, "Oh, smells so good." You're
being pampered . She lightly flicked the back of her ear with the tip of her tongue, speaking with a hint of flirtation.

"Don't talk nonsense," Lin Yaqin's face turned bright red, "I'm here for revenge, okay?
You guys beat me by so much last time." Jin Min'er hung her coat by the door. She laughed, "Come on, let's play as late as we want."
Lin Yaqin changed her shoes and went inside. Jin Min'er's girlfriends were already waiting for her; they were one short, so
they could make a table.

Lin Yaqin played many rounds, but her mind was filled with Zhao Ning's voice and smile. She played in a daze,
not even realizing she had won several times, and even gave away a few winning hands. Jin Min'er seemed to sense that she was preoccupied and probably
gave her several good hands. She didn't lose much by the end of the night. Around 11 o'clock, the
strict started to leave. Jin Min'er asked her if she wanted to go home, and she said yes. However,
Lin Yaqin didn't seem to want to leave the table at all, so Jin Min'er could only silently push the table around
a few times asking, "Yaqin, is something on your mind? Can you tell me?"

"Ah, no, I guess I'm just not really in the zone today. Xu Jie has been helping with work lately, and I haven't been able to
help much." Lin Yaqin looked at Jin Min'er with a burning gaze that didn't seem fake. "Then you should get some rest.
Be sure to tell me if anything happens," Min'er said. "It's almost 1 a.m. now, why don't you stay
here and rest for the night?"

"No, Xiaxia had dinner at her grandma's tonight, she should be home by now, and I have to make her breakfast tomorrow
morning ," Lin Yaqin said. "Then I'll go back now. I'm so sorry about today, I'll treat
you to some snacks at XX's another day." Min'er nodded in agreement.

As Lin Yaqin drove home, a section of the main road was fenced off by workers with a warning sign.
It seemed a pipe had been accidentally severed during construction, and emergency repairs were underway. She had to take a detour. While detouring, she
vaguely saw a three-story clinic, its facade reflecting light, located in the alleyway ahead. The sign read "Ping An Clinic."
Lin Yaqin suddenly felt this was destiny. In a moment of inexplicable urge, she called Zhao Ning, her voice soft,
asking if he was asleep. "I said no, I'm watching a movie," she said. "What movie?" she asked.
"Prometheus , a horror movie. Why are you calling me in the middle of the night? Is your husband not home? Are you horny?

" She was silent for a while, only hearing soft breathing. "What's wrong, Yaqin?" she
asked . She sensed something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Is it convenient for you to open the door now?" she asked,
holding her phone. She ran downstairs without even putting on her underwear, opened the door, and there she stood, gracefully in my doorway.
Light raindrops glistened on her hair and coat, and a faint blush graced her delicate cheeks.
"I missed you so much, Yaqin." Looking at her face, my desire for her grew stronger, even though we had only
been intimate . But seeing her this time was different. My desire for her was like
a monstrous, tangled mass of desires accumulated over many years—black, violent, lustful. I was like an engineer who had slept for a thousand years, awakening
—unable to remember whether the dream was a nightmare or a hope.

"Zhao Ning—" she didn't call me master, "I don't know if I've fallen in love with you." I led her
into the room and closed the door. "Am I a shameless, hopeless woman?" she
stammered, though her voice remained soft. She found it hard to accept that in less than three months she had become
another man's sexual slave, even though she enjoyed it. That man could easily control everything about her,
deciding her life or death. I gently comforted her; she loved everything about this man, even the words of comfort.
At times, she felt a trembling beauty, as if he could carry her to the heavens at any moment. Suddenly, she felt a kind of admiration
for this man. He was so domineering and ruthless, so shameful, so pleasurable. She
willingly let him strip her naked, becoming a slave to his lust. Lin Yaqin was initially afraid, afraid of sinking into depravity
today . But her fear quickly turned into joy, into pleasure. Her vagina, her breasts
, even her clitoris, nipples, or the tongue beneath her cherry lips and her already extremely sensitive hands and feet were all driven mad by Zhao Ning.
In her eyes, Zhao Ning was so gentle and perfect. Her melancholy and thoughts became superfluous. She would rather
fall into this light, drizzling rain, and become eternal in this black night.

I removed Lin Yaqin's coat and gently pulled off her soft leather belt. Lin Yaqin
appeared slightly shy yet somewhat angry, but she still allowed me to take her as I pleased. Her clothes, like
petals being peeled away, layer by layer, didn't appear obscene at all, but rather possessed an elegant and captivating charm. I stripped off my own
clothes. Although my physique was average, my muscles still pressed explosively against her, like a
hungry wolf eyeing its perfect prey. Lin Yaqin's coy and alluring posture, coupled with her flawless body,
would likely have even the most aloof gentleman unable to resist.

What I loved most were Lin Yaqin's sunken breasts, like square-holed coins, round
and full of elasticity. When I licked them, only at the moment of near climax would her pink nipples
burst forth, standing proudly, a glimpse of earthly beauty. As I frantically suckled, she blushed.
With each relentless intrusion, her silken waist swayed, her lips already wet,
emitting soft moans: "Master...don't...do this, ah...so...comfortable...ah...Master...
" Lin Yaqin's eyes were glazed, her gaze fixed on me, revealing desire and love. I had stirred within her a
long-suppressed desire; Lin Yaqin's small hands gripped my back tightly, her snow
- white legs wrapped around my waist like an octopus.

I subtly shifted my position, my lips following her nipples upwards, kissing her jade-like neck, then her
chin , finally gently kissing her already wet and alluring lips. My lower body had unknowingly
reached the mound of her vulva, my glans already hard and glistening, gently grinding against
the flesh .

Lin Yaqin's alluring body swayed restlessly from side to side, a faint pink hue emanating from her skin. I kissed
her lips, and between kisses, she let out soft moans: "I...so...sad...ahh
...so sad, Master...I'm...going to die...ahh..." Her limbs tightened around my hands, and
when our lips parted, her teeth bit down hard on my neck. I swirled my glans under her clitoris a few times before gently
inserting it. Lin Yaqin's vagina was clearly incredibly wet at this point. I slowly pushed my penis in, inch by inch
, until the glans gradually reached her cervix. I gently rubbed against the edge of her cervix. Lin Yaqin
looked at me, "Ah...please spare me...Master...Yaqin...can't take it anymore..." Lin Yaqin's body
had never , especially since the stimulation I gave her was several times greater than that of others. She wanted to bite my
neck, but was afraid of hurting me. She could only suppress her burgeoning desire. I turned on the light in the
unoccupied . Through the transparent glass wall, a sleeping homeless man was suddenly
awakened by the dim light. His side was dry, and he was sleeping soundly. He didn't know
why had turned on the light. He squinted hard, but he still couldn't see inside through the outer wall.

"Ah...no..." Lin Yaqin looked out at the light shining through the window. A homeless man was trying
to
peer inside, seemingly seeing everything about her. She was being pressed down and rolled around by her master. Her concave breasts and inverted triangle mound were clearly visible to the homeless man. I pressed her jade-like back against my stomach, her legs in an M-shape wrapped around my
arms , her whole body pressed against my penis, grinding against her clitoris with each thrust. Because each thrust hit
Lin Yaqin's clitoris, her uterus began to contract gently, slowly squeezing my glans and penis.
My penis began to rise and become even thicker. Lin Yaqin was held in my arms, standing by the glass. My penis
and vulva were facing the homeless man's face, which looked like it hadn't been washed for months. His cloudy eyes were fixed on the vaginal
fluid and moisture constantly gushing out of her vagina. Every minute, she could feel the intense pleasure brought by my penis and her
shyness . "Don't worry, he can't see you through this glass."

"Ah... I've reached the top... Master... I... I've... come... Ahhhhhh... I've lost it
..." Listening to her incoherent ramblings, my glans felt the vaginal fluid gushing out from deep within her uterus.
I thrust into her forcefully a dozen times, feeling as if my penis was supporting her entire body. Her legs dangled over my calves. With a final thrust
, I ejaculated all my thick semen deep into Lin Yaqin's uterus. Her uterus was scalded, causing her to lose consciousness.
Suddenly, Lin Yaqin let out a few cries of "Ah...ah..." as her clitoris gushed forth, a torrent of warm urine erupting from
her. She had lost control of her bladder. The urine splashed onto the glass, trickling
down the homeless man's face and pooling into a small, pale yellow puddle inside the glass. The homeless man was somewhat bewildered, only feeling the warmth on
the glass . He touched his face with his hand, finding a touch of warmth in the cold late autumn air.
Lin Yaqin's beautiful, sensual vulva was separated from his hand only by a thin layer of glass.

It was almost 4 a.m., and after nearly two hours of lovemaking, Lin Yaqin lay quietly in
my arms, like a docile kitten, secretly counting the red marks on my neck while
contemplating her choice. She softly asked me, "Do you think there's a future for us like this?"

"Of course," I said with a smile, "I'm your master. If you don't mind, we can go to a new place,
a city or country, and start over."

She seemed satisfied with my answer, but she couldn't let go of everything right now.
Most importantly, she had her beloved daughter, and even the slightest harm to her would be
unbearable for .

It was 5 a.m. when she left my house. She still had to go home and fulfill
her role . I gave her a big hug. She was solidifying her resolve, or rather, she was entering into my loving embrace.
Such a character, she trusted everything about me, or rather, she herself had become a part of me.

As Lin Yaqin drove away in her Beetle, she didn't see the
woman car taking off her black-rimmed glasses, silently watching her leave, her eyes flickering, her expression unreadable. She
looked at this unremarkable clinic—"Peace Clinic."

…

"Qianqian, look at you, aren't you beautiful?" a 60-year-old man said to the girl in front of him.
The girl was tied up and suspended from the ceiling, only half a foot could barely touch the ground; the rest of her
body exposed, her charming, delicate, hemispherical breasts particularly noticeable. Her hands were bound and suspended
behind her back, a rope even passing through her smooth, hairless genitals, the rope wet and slippery.

"Look," the old man sniffed the girl's genitals, "you're soaking wet. You and your
mother incredibly horny."
He inserted his withered fingers, which, though aged, surprisingly had considerable strength. Her pink vulva
was already glistening with moisture. He skillfully found her G-spot, his tongue forcefully sucking at her slowly
overflowing wetness.

"No…Xu Jianjun, you're despicable! You drugged me!" the girl cried, shaking her head. After repeated "training
," the girl had lost all will to resist. Her body grew hotter each day, and she became increasingly
afraid—afraid that one day she would become pregnant with this old man's child, afraid that she would become a prostitute and be
ridiculed , afraid that her sister-in-law, her brother, and her colleagues at school would find out.

"Hehe, give in. As long as we don't say anything, I guarantee no one will know..." Xu Jianjun understood
this girl's thoughts perfectly. He knew that with just a little more time, this girl—the
one he had possessed eight years ago—would become like her mother, completely under his control. And now, he had plenty of time
; he was as powerful as a 30-year-old. He would fulfill his unfulfilled ambitions. He had already
taken the third dose of the medicine Dr. Zhao had given him. Once he took the seventh dose, he could continue his rampage for at least another year
, or even longer. With such power, what did any side effects matter?

Xu Jianjun untied the rope binding the girl's genitals. At that moment, the girl's phone rang. Xu Jianjun was about to hang up
when he saw the message "Sister-in-law," so he answered and held the phone to the girl's ear, gesturing for her to clamp it between her head and ear. The girl had no choice but
to tilt her neck and clamp the phone tightly.

"Qianqian?" came a soft voice.

"Mmm." The girl, who could only support herself with one leg, struggled a bit.

"Your school said you haven't been to class for several days, and you didn't answer the phone. Dad said you're sick, is
that true?"

"I have a bit of a cold, but it's nothing serious," the girl said. The old man looked at the family photo on the desk.
Lin Yaqin stood beside him, wearing a knee-length skirt, but she was still very sexy, looking
much prettier than the innocent Zhao Qian in the photo. His penis quickly became erect. Seeing that
the conversation between the aunt and sister-in-law was not going to end anytime soon, he pulled the rope covering the girl's vulva and thrust his penis inside.

"Ah..." The dry vagina could not withstand such a whipping, and the girl couldn't help but cry out.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yaqin asked.

"Nothing, I just bumped my head on the table leg," the girl said in a low voice. At this moment, the old man was thrusting
hard , without any emotion, reaching deep each time.

"Then you should rest more. I won't bother you anymore. Xiaxia said she missed her aunt after not seeing her for a few days. When you
get better, let's go get something to eat and watch a movie together." Lin Yaqin couldn't detect anything wrong.

"Okay, sure." The old man took the phone from her ear. The girl
blushed as the old man penetrated her. "Lin Yaqin," the old man thought to himself. He was thinking of that mature and charming
woman , and he imagined the girl as his most alluring daughter-in-law, thrusting into her forcefully. The girl
felt neither discomfort nor pain. Her legs were half-protruding, her vagina tightly gripping the old man's penis.

(Happy New Year to all my fellow enthusiasts! My girlfriend had some things to do at home today, so I only had time to write this much. I was
a little disappointed by the previous comments; I guess my writing skills aren't good enough yet.)

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/169524.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=169524&aspx=1

Previous Page : Part 2 of "Catching Adulterers in the Act"

Next Page : That year, the female boss I worked with

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

【Dragon-carrying herb】(3)

comment Open a new window to view comments