【The Fallen City, Part 7: A Family Reduced to Slavery】(Episodes 1-5) 【Author: Xiao Qiu】

Author: Xiaoqiu
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[Fallen City Part 7] A Family Reduced to Slavery -
Prologue
Tap tap! Tap tap tap tap! Tap tap tap! Tap tap!
The sound of my wife and daughter hurrying down the stairs.
I looked up from the television on the sofa.
Their faces were beaming with joy, their eyes filled with excitement and happiness, and an overwhelming
sense of anticipation. The mother and daughter chatted and laughed, occasionally letting out giggles.
Compared to my current gloom and melancholy, it seemed like two different worlds.
Xianglian is my wife, born in the countryside of the south, and is forty-two years old this year. Compared to
the simplicity and naivety of when we first got married, she is now a beautiful and charming wife. If she hadn't told me herself,
no one would have guessed. It was clear she had an eighteen-year-old daughter.
Her mature body was both voluptuous and firm, as if it were moist and translucent, almost dripping with water. Not to mention,
every gesture she made exuded an unparalleled confident allure.
The woman beside her was my most beloved daughter, Yuqian, who had just turned eighteen at the end of last year.
She had a strikingly beautiful, exotic face, with long, slender arms and legs, perfectly proportioned, so people often mistook
her for a Westerner or of mixed race. However, her less curvaceous figure and her less fair,
brownish skin were things she always regretted.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the two of them happily came to the living room on the first floor and approached me.
Not to enjoy some family time with me, but to prepare for Zhou... The final… damn itinerary!
Xianglian wore a black, openwork, lace-trimmed vest. The tight-fitting leather occasionally revealed
glimpses of her beautiful flesh, binding her voluptuous body into a seductive and alluring pose.
The vest's forceful constriction squeezed her slightly sagging breasts into a wave-like shape, creating a deep
cleavage that was pleasing to the eye. Her lower body wore a matching leather thong, studded with silver
rivets, wild and aggressive, inspiring a desire to conquer and pin this woman down.
Furthermore, she wore a pair of shiny leather over-the-knee high-heeled boots, the finishing touch to her all-black leather outfit
, making her appear both noble and undeniably sexy.
On the contrary… Looking at her daughter, Yuqian, her attire was completely different. Simple, pure white underwear symbolized purity
and innocence. Over this, she wore an almost transparent sailor uniform and a very short, dark blue pleated tulle skirt, paired with white cotton
socks and flat-heeled round-toed shoes, dressing like a high school girl—seemingly innocent,
yet subtly revealing a lewd allure.
If her clothes and skirt had conformed to normal standards, no one would have guessed she was a high school graduate,
a girl about to enter her second year of university.
However, the mother and daughter's attire, coupled with their heavy makeup, made them look more like prostitutes.
Strictly speaking, they were indeed prostitutes, high-class, sex slaves belonging to others…
“What do you think of my and Mom’s outfits tonight?” Yuqian asked me, her voice rising at the end.
“Dad—”
her daughter’s slightly provocative words made me feel humiliated.
I didn’t answer her question, choosing silent resistance. Silently rising, I slowly walked to a
closet in the entryway, gently biting my lip as I opened the wooden door.
Clang!
Inside, neatly hung strings of various handcuffs, shackles, collars, and all sorts of adult toys—
vibrators, dildos, chastity belts, and more.
"Prepare suitable gear for tonight for her and me,"
my wife, Xianglian, said calmly, her tone commanding.
"Yes…"
I nodded obediently, selecting the most suitable accessory for my wife tonight from the closet: a pair of black metal
handcuffs, seemingly cold and ruthless, silently representing my rebellious mood. I then began to cuff them to my wife
's wrists.
Xianglian didn't comply with my service; instead, she turned away somewhat displeased, crossing her wrists at her waist, and coldly
instructed, "Reverse cuffs."
"Should the elbows be cuffed too?" I asked casually.
"Of course," my wife said matter-of-factly. "Oh, and by the way, insert the dildo for me later, the
thickest kind, for both my vagina and anus."
The moment my wife made the request, my penis instantly and uncontrollably hardened, eliciting
giggles of mockery from my daughter.
Their reactions fueled my jealous rage like gasoline, igniting an uncontrollable fire. However,
a strange constraint of reason simultaneously enveloped this resentment, rendering me inactive. Helpless
, I could only continue following their instructions.
"Phew!"
I exhaled heavily, my features contorted. I retrieved a pair of matching handcuffs from the closet and tightly
bound my wife's upper arms until her elbows were joined together without any gap, the skin around them turning
a pale purple from poor blood circulation. Only then did I feel a tinge of vengeful satisfaction.
Next, I took out the two thickest dildos, also black, and knelt down. Then I pulled on
the thin string of my wife's thong, forcing her legs to spread, and inserted them into her front and back orifices in one swift motion, without any mercy
.
These two openings, which should have been exclusively mine, were immediately pierced by the cold, indifferent dildos.
"Ugh!"
My retaliatory action elicited a painful moan from my wife. Although it sounded painful,
the large amount of vaginal fluid that instantly flowed from her lower body showed her enjoyment of my rough actions—
enough to arouse her lust.
"Oh...uh...no, don't forget to put the chastity belt on me..." Both dildos were fully inserted into her vagina.
After inserting it into her anus, Xianglian writhed and moaned, still wanting more, and reminded me, "...Ha...I...
um...I'm afraid...the dildo will fall out."
"Hmph,"
I responded with a nasal sound, turning back to rummage through the closet.
Then, I heard her think for a moment, then decide, "Wait, I want...to get me...
the one with the built-in clitoral vibrator."
Her request shocked me to no end!
At the same time, my daughter exclaimed, "Huh!" and asked her mother in confusion, "Mom, are you
really going to install that? You know, once that thing starts working, you might
go crazy with orgasm before you even get to the master's room!"
"I know..." Xianglian smiled faintly and said resolutely, "...but I will try my best to endure it."
Then, she looked down at me and said slowly, "Husband, help me install it."
Husband...
that title pierced my soul like a sharp spear...
Even though we were already a couple in name only, deep down, I still had some
love for Xianglian. Of course, my affection for Yuqian had not changed either.
However, they tormented me with words and actions, constantly reminding me
of my former roles as "husband" and "father"
—using an overwhelming sense of guilt to punish me.
Afterwards, I reluctantly put on the chastity belt my wife had instructed me to use, and helped her complete her makeup for the evening.
"Daddy, now it's my turn."
After finishing with my wife's accessories, I started choosing props for my daughter tonight.
Yu-Chi was dressed in a school uniform, which, even if it looked alluring and seductive, didn't suit the same
handcuffs and chastity belt as my wife. Instead, ordinary items like nylon rope, strips of cloth, or towels would highlight her pure
and lovely nature.
Therefore, I also pulled her hands to her waist and crossed them, took out the bright red rope, and prepared
to bind her tightly.
"Mmm..."
As soon as my daughter's wrists touched the rope, I noticed her trembling noticeably, her body temperature gradually increasing
, and she kept twisting her hands, enjoying the excitement that the rope gave her as it rubbed against her.
I knew very well that my darling Yu-Chi loved the pleasure of being bound and at someone's mercy.
"Tighter, Daddy," my daughter moaned softly, complaining impatiently, "Ugh...
you always make it too loose..."
I just couldn't bring myself to be cruel to my beloved daughter.
Even though I knew this was her way of retaliating against me, I still didn't feel any aversion towards her.
All I could do at that moment was to do my best to let her enjoy pleasure, so that my seemingly happy
family wouldn't collapse.
I slightly tightened the red rope around Yu-xi's wrists, then told her to straighten her arms and press them against her back. Next, I took out
another rope and began to bind her breasts. I
wrapped it around her upper body two or three times, then around the area below her breasts two or three times as well, including her arms.
Along the way, I adjusted her clothes to make them fit snugly and look more dignified.
...Tch! That's just wishful thinking on my part.
How could a sailor uniform bound with red nylon rope possibly look dignified?
A pure and sweet girl, mercilessly restrained by ropes, looking pitiful and helpless—no man
could possibly tolerate that!
Not to mention, I've also tightly bound her breasts with red rope, making her originally uncurvaceous figure
appear more prominent through external restraint. Two mounds of flesh, like horizontal soybeans, look like they're about to
burst from inside the sailor uniform.
Involuntarily, I fantasized about filthy and obscene scenes.
My daughter was pinned to the ground, helplessly gang-raped by a group of men. Until her entire body was covered in white
semen, lying lifelessly like a pile of rotten flesh.
Just that, and I felt my penis was about to ejaculate.
"Ugh..."
I felt ashamed of my despicable reaction, as if it were a curse I couldn't shake off.
To relieve the urge to ejaculate, I grabbed another rope and, focusing on my work, went
behind my daughter, returning her outstretched wrists to their original position, intensifying the feeling of being tightly bound by the nylon rope.
"Hiss...so tight..." Yuqian moaned ecstatically, "...Oh...so good..."
Of course, this still wasn't enough to satisfy my daughter's desire. I took out another red rope, starting from her wrists, and
tied them again, pulling them tighter in the opposite direction, around her neck, to her chest, passing
the ropes parallel to her breasts, binding them firmly like the character "工" (gong).
In this way, my daughter's upper body was tightly bound together by the nylon rope.
After the mother and daughter finished their lewd attire, they ignored me and walked to the large full-length
mirror on the other side of the entryway to admire their filthy appearance tonight.
"I must say, your dad's outfits always suit us perfectly. Look at you, your small breasts look
like they're about to burst out of your clothes," Xianglian teased her daughter, then asked, "Do you think we
need any other accessories?"
Yuqian giggled contentedly, reveling in the pleasure of being bound, and replied, "Mom, just the
clitoral vibrator on your chastity belt is enough to keep you entertained... Don't tell me you're not satisfied yet?"
"I... wanted to give Master a different kind of surprise," her wife
said shyly, a blush creeping onto her face. "You know very well that he sometimes really likes the surprises we give him."
"So that Master has an excuse to punish you?" Yuqian asked playfully, "Like last weekend, when you
went to Master's place wearing a transparent raincoat, completely naked except for three points taped up with duct tape?"
"Yes, Master's punishment game last weekend really drove me crazy with pleasure," my wife readily admitted,
completely unconcerned about what I was saying beside her. "Master made me dress up like that and hand out fifty tissues on the street before I
could rest. Hehe, that shameful pleasure made me orgasm non-stop all night..."
She paused for a moment, then glanced at me with a disdainful look before continuing,
"...Even now, I can't forget every single passerby who stared at me so intently,
their faces showing a desire to rape me... To be honest, if I didn't already have an owner, I really would have wanted
them to gang rape me."
"Heh," my daughter nodded knowingly, her eyes blankly recalling, "Mom, you also reminded
me of how my owner treated me last week. He tied me, covered in semen,
to a triangular wooden horse equipped with a massage stick, and placed me in a room surrounded by mirrors. He made me
smell the stench, see my own lewd self, hear my uncontrollable moans, and enjoy an endless night of orgasms..."
"Look at you, you have the same thoughts as me..." my wife concluded their conversation, "...
In that case, don't you think... tonight's setup is a little lacking?"
After saying this, they both turned to look at me simultaneously, saying in unison:
"Honey (Dad), what do you think?"
The shared humiliation from the mother and daughter finally caused my suppressed anger to erupt, and I couldn't help but angrily say,
"Don't ask me!"
Xianglian and Yuqian looked at each other and couldn't help but smile smugly.
"Then honey... could you add something else for us?" my wife sweetly requested.
An hour later, I drove to tonight's destination.
I parked the car on the street outside and got out to open the car door for the mother and daughter in the back seat. I knew that without
my help, they wouldn't be able to get out of the car on their own.
Snap!
I pulled my hat brim even lower, not wanting anyone else to see my face, even though there was no
one around, but instinct still drove me to do so. In addition, I pulled my dark coat tightly
over my body before slowly opening the car door.
Crack!
I led my wife and daughter out of the back seat.
In addition to the clothing and accessories I had already provided for them, Xianglian specifically asked me to put a collar and shackles on her
to make it more difficult for her to move around. If tonight's training were outdoors, she certainly wouldn't be able to escape and would
become another man's prey, experiencing the desolation and pleasure of being ravaged.
My darling Yuqian, on her mother's advice, had an extra pair of gags added to her mouth. Two cloths were rolled into
long strips; one bound her small mouth, reducing her moans and increasing the masochistic sensation, while the other covered her
small lips, adding to her pitiful appearance.
Similarly, she also requested a collar, and to be chained together with my wife, signifying our shared
fate and willingness to be trained by our master this weekend with my mother.
However, she didn't have her shackles on; instead, she wanted me to pull her plain-colored underwear down to her knees, revealing her
shameful state, making her light brown buttocks faintly visible, and causing her to walk with her legs turned inwards.
As they stepped out of the car, their expressions were proud,
showing no shame or unease despite their attire and the constraints they wore.
In contrast, I was filled with fear and cowering, clearly feeling the watchful gazes emanating from the house's entrance. It was as if they
were telling me that they all knew my wife and daughter were slaves of the house's owner.
Then, two women in black suits waited for us at the door.
They were bodyguards hired by the house's owner, specifically to protect his safety, and were also his playthings
. They would be the ones leading my wife and daughter inside.
"Hello. Xianglian, Yuqian, welcome."
One of them, a blonde, curvaceous beauty named "Jieli," greeted us. She waved enthusiastically to Xianglian and Yuqian
, giving them an approving greeting:
"Your outfits tonight are truly beautiful. Even I can't help but be captivated!" Before she
could finish speaking, another
woman with straight black hair, a cold demeanor, and a model-like figure, named "Shuang," stepped forward and questioned me:
"Qin Zhe, you didn't grope your wife tonight, did you?"
She glared at me with the eyes of a criminal, sending chills down my spine.
"You know very well that the master doesn't want anyone else touching her sex slaves except for herself or her requests."
Damn it! This woman! Every weekend when I bring my wife and daughter here, she always insults me with similar
words!
"No!" I slowly raised my head, answering through gritted teeth, "Absolutely not!"
She still looked suspicious and disbelieving, asking again, "Then, what about your daughter?"
Jieli added, "Such a delicious little thing, I don't believe you didn't do anything."
The two women's back-and-forth caused my hard-won relief to resurface.
Jieli provocatively questioned me, her hand stroking her daughter's chin,
teasing her with her fingers like a pet.
"Even I... I almost couldn't resist, hehe."
Her greedy and lewd words elicited a submissive moan from her daughter: "Oh, um..."
A soft, tender moan that sounded like it could melt bones.
Meanwhile, my lower body also became engorged and erect, seduced by my darling Yuqian's voice.
"Hmph!" The icy voice rang out again, "Look at you, so shameless and erect, I find it hard
to believe you haven't made a move on any of them..."
Her cold gaze was fixed on my uncontrollably swollen crotch, her disdain and disgust
unmistakable.
Her reaction made my heart pound, and I blurted out, "I, how could I possibly
do such a thing! Yu, Yuqian, she's my precious daughter..."
However, the more I spoke, the more guilty I became, and my voice gradually lowered.
"You keep saying you wouldn't, but it's a fact that you slept with your daughter, isn't it?"
Her retort was like a blatant tearing open my barely healed wound, causing it to bleed again
.
"She probably never imagined that the person who deflowered her was her dearest father."
That night, that madness, that overwhelming, guilt-ridden memory, surged from the depths of my soul!
"I...I, I didn't..."
I couldn't utter a single word of protest.
Just as I was filled with regret and remorse, my beloved wife slowly spoke, her voice tinged with mockery, as if both a slap in the face and a gesture
to defuse the situation:
"Qin Zhe, he would never lay a hand on me or Yu Qian now."
Not only Jie Li, but even the icy Shuang wore a disdainful smile.
They found it amusing, enjoying seeing my expression at this moment, so every time I brought my wife and daughter to this
house, I always received similar treatment.
"Ugh," Yu Qian, her mouth gagged, let out a low moan in agreement.
"You all know very well," Xiang Lian said earnestly, "Since the day my body completely belonged to its master,
he has had no right to use it, unless...he wants to abandon his current 'life,' becoming a laughingstock
, a disgrace to the family..."
My beloved wife spoke each word carefully.
When she said the word "life," she didn't forget to give me a contemptuous and angry look.
"And what about us?" Jellie grabbed the chains binding her wife and daughter, pulled them in front of her
, and lewdly grinned, "Would you have the honor of using your bodies?"
Her question was the beginning of her actions.
At the same time, her slender fingers moved towards Yuqian's private parts, slipping effortlessly
between her light brown thighs, exploring upwards.
"Look at your poor father..."
"Mmm!"
Yuqian squinted, letting out a pleasurable moan. Through her misty eyes, I knew Jellie's fingers had
touched her sensitive spots.
Then, Shuang made a move on Xianglian, stroking along the steel ring of her black leather jacket, gliding
over her breasts to her lower abdomen, and then touching the chastity belt around her lower body. He said with a hint of surprise,
"Huh? Your outfit is quite different tonight!"
His cold tone, tinged with delight, added,
"Xianglian, this chastity belt looks like it has an extra mechanism. What is it?"
His wife's cheeks flushed instantly, and she answered timidly in a low voice,
"A...clitoral massager..."
"Then I'll turn it on for you."
With a cold tone and a teasing expression, Shuang didn't wait for his wife's reply and turned on
the switch next to the chastity belt.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz!
A loud motor roared, operating wildly.
Immediately, Xianglian felt as if she had been electrocuted; her entire body went limp uncontrollably, and she
cried out involuntarily,
"Ugh...ahhhhh..."
It was clear that the stimulation gave her an indescribable, intense pleasure.
Shuang, still watching his wife with a playful expression, excessively grabbed her arms, thoroughly enjoying
the vibrations from the clitoral vibrator.
"...Ugh! Ugh!"
In just a few minutes, I witnessed Xianglian, stimulated by the vibrator, reach
an unwilling, forced orgasm at the front door. Especially through the nearby streetlights, I could clearly see
fluid gushing from my wife's crotch, forcefully flowing over her thong and chastity belt, slowly trickling down her thighs.
At this moment, my penis was swollen and aching.
The mother and daughter, right before my eyes, were being played with by two other women, their faces displaying wanton, pleasurable
expressions, utterly depraved and indulgent.
I remained standing there, afraid to move, watching their every move with agonizing anxiety.
Only after my beloved daughter, whose mouth was gagged, was played with by Jie Li's fingers until her face was flushed and her body was aroused, and she was forced
to reach a clitoral orgasm, did Shuang give me the order to leave, saying,
"Qin Zhe, you can leave now. Come back to pick them up at the same time on Sunday." "
Yes..." I replied bitterly.
Like a defeated rooster, I turned and left dejectedly.
Even when I reached my car, I didn't hear Xiang Lian or Yu Qian say a word to stop me, not even a single word
.
I drove alone, silently shedding tears, regretfully heading home...
Chapter 1
Last year, in mid-July, I was admitted to a sanatorium in the south to recuperate due to a mysterious illness.
I can't forget that before the incident, I was at the peak of my life.
My works were favored by the general public, and I unexpectedly became a bestselling author with an annual income of over a million
. At this point, major television talk shows issued numerous notices, hoping I would appear on their programs or
participate in various lectures to share my thoughts and opinions. This
was because my writing focused on "relationships and marriage," describing the emotions and interactions between couples
. Understandably, in this era of fast-paced marriages, such books easily
resonated with others.
Naturally, I was hailed as an expert in this field.
However, during one of my television appearances, while sharing my experiences and reflections on my twenty-year marriage
, a sudden, intense, and overwhelming dizziness struck me. My vision blurred, then darkness
enveloped me, and consciousness vanished with lightning speed. I collapsed, unconscious
.
About ten days later, I awoke from the haze between consciousness and subconsciousness to find my beloved wife and daughter tirelessly watching
over me.
At that moment, I was inexplicably moved, basking in the warmth of their care.
I secretly vowed then and there that I would never let this happy family fall apart!
Afterwards, my wife of twenty years, Xianglian, earnestly advised me to temporarily put aside my creative and promotional work and focus on
resting to allow my body to fully recover. Even my daughter, Yuqian, who had always been on my side, shared the same
view and joined her mother's side.
They all agreed with my doctor's advice, believing that only by leaving behind the pressure of high-intensity work could I possibly recover.
I didn't want my serious illness to recur.
No one could confidently guarantee that I would wake up again after my next fainting spell.
Indeed, as others have said, I was under immense pressure.
Ever since my work became a bestseller, invitations and appearances poured in like snowflakes, naturally making me
the focus of public attention. However, behind the glamour lay a darker, more sordid side.
I forget when it started, but print and television media began to shift their focus from my work itself,
frantically investigating my life story, exploring the reasons and motivations behind my writing, and even scrutinizing
every detail of my daily life. This allowed the world to dissect me and those around me, creating
a considerable burden for me and my family.
Although my income increased dramatically, the negative effects were immeasurable.
If it weren't for this fainting incident, I truly wouldn't have been able to escape this predicament so easily…
After thinking for a few days, I agreed to my wife and daughter's request.
After all, health is more important than money, isn't it?
Besides, even when I'm resting and away from my high-pressure work environment, I can still create and write
what I love. For writers, location doesn't really matter.
Under these circumstances, I followed my wife's best friend's recommendation and spent a considerable amount of money to come to
a private sanatorium in the south to temporarily clear my mind and body and rest properly.
Then, I met Yang Youxuan.
I called him Axuan. He was a young man in his early twenties
, a nearly twenty-year age gap from my forty-two-year-old self. I don't know why, although we weren't the same age
group and weren't in the same ward, we unexpectedly became inseparable during my recovery.
It's hard to believe. When I first met Axuan, I instinctively thought he was a very ordinary guy, nothing
particularly striking. I was just a little curious why such a young man was here
.
What illness did he have that required him to rest here?
I wasn't sure...
Besides, the cost of staying at this sanatorium was far beyond what ordinary people could afford.
Especially since the floor I chose was a VIP floor. It seemed that besides Ah Xuan and me, there weren't
many other patients there.
Therefore, my initial small spark of curiosity inexplicably began to burn fiercely, filling me with an inexplicable
interest in Ah Xuan, which was one of the reasons we met. Afterwards, we started interacting and getting to know each other,
gradually learning about Ah Xuan's family background, which was far more shocking than his ordinary appearance.
A rich second-generation from the upper class, currently single, with a net worth exceeding 100 million.
However, Ah Xuan's demeanor was completely different; he had none of the annoying
airs of a rich second-generation. Not only was he easygoing and approachable, but we could even talk about anything.
Haha, what common topics could two men twenty years apart have—
nothing more than women and sex. About two weeks after we met, during a chat, Ah Xuan suddenly asked a 　　question
completely different from his usual questions: 　　"Brother Qin Zhe, what do you consider the most stable state in a marriage?" 　　Without thinking, because most people had asked me this question before, I instinctively replied 　　, "Well, in my opinion, a marriage can be roughly divided into three elements: passion, friendship 　　, and commitment. When these three form a harmonious pattern, that's the best state for a couple." 　　Don't forget, I'm known as an expert in this field! 　　Ah-Hsuan seemed to have already heard my explanation, and pressed further, "So when? Or 　　in what proportion, can these three elements achieve harmony?" 　　His question added a bit of depth, prompting me to think for a moment before I organized my thoughts and said, 　　"This is actually a matter of opinion. The proportions of these three elements will differ between every couple 　　. You know, everyone is different, and nothing is absolute... However, in my experience, as 　　the time spent together increases, the commitment component will eventually become the most significant element in a stable relationship." 　　"Why?" 　　"It's simple!" I smiled at Ah-Hsuan, "Because passion and friendship gradually 　　fade over time, leading to feelings of 'getting tired of it,' 'bored,' and 'lacking feeling.' 　　The commitment component, on the other hand, is similar to a self-imposed requirement, having a restraining effect to some extent. So, even if 　　passion and friendship are about to dissipate, this commitment will serve as the final link." 　　"Hmm...it sounds profound, but I think I can understand what you're trying to say..." Ah Xuan 　　said thoughtfully, "...Brother Qin Zhe, according to you, even if there's no passion or friendship in a marriage, 　　a commitment can still allow the couple to maintain their relationship..." 　　"Haha, don't think about it too much yet. You'll gradually understand what I mean after you get married!" Looking at 　　Ah Xuan's expression, I didn't directly answer his self-talk, but instead couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Some things 　　you won't understand until you've experienced them." 　　"In that case, according to you, Brother Qin Zhe, if 　　the commitment in a couple married for many years collapses, will it also lead to the breakdown of their harmonious relationship?" Ah Xuan asked again. 　　"Yes, you're right," I nodded in agreement. "To go a step further, the breakdown of promises mostly 　　stems from two situations. One is external, such as the intervention of a third party or other external threats that 　　cause the promise to crumble, leading to the end of the relationship. The other is that the binding force of the promise is no longer sufficient to support 　　their feelings, such as vague promises like 'I will love you forever' or 'I will never leave you for life.' If 　　one party feels they cannot fulfill these promises, they naturally choose to separate..." I slowly shared my thoughts with Ah Xuan. I saw him nod in agreement from time to time, 　　a bewildered expression 　　appearing on his face. 　　I understood Ah Xuan's confusion.

After all, kids this age lack life experience and aren't married yet. Even if they have girlfriends and
dating experience, they still find it difficult to grasp the meaning behind my words.
He then continued,
"So, when a relationship is on the verge of collapse, is there any way to restore it
to a strong state?"
I answered no:
"Actually, it's impossible to restore it to its original state. Even if you try every method to strengthen the relationship again,
there will still be cracks, and it could break down at any time."
"Even using force won't work?" Ah Xuan added.
"Hmm..." I thought for a moment, "...Even if we use force to restore the relationship,
it will be torture and torment for the people involved, an endless cycle of pain... Rather than suffering like this,
it would be better to separate sooner and find someone else..."
"Oh, I see."
At that moment, I seemed to see Ah Xuan, who was usually so kind
, suddenly reveal a deep, dark, wolf-like gaze when he heard me say keywords like "torture, torment, endless pain," a cruel smile playing on
his lips, as if he wanted to toy with his prey before devouring it completely, making me subconsciously feel uneasy
and afraid.
The next second, he returned to his usual self, casually asking me,
"Brother Qin Zhe, you and your wife have a good relationship, right?"
"Uh…yes." I was a little taken aback by his sudden change of topic. "Your sister-in-law and I have been married
for twenty years. If our relationship wasn't good, we wouldn't have stayed by each other's side, never
abandoning one another."
"You two are really happy…"
"Thank you."
If I had known the true meaning behind his look then, I probably would have fled this sanatorium immediately
…
Our unintentional friendship would be the beginning of a disaster in my life.
Several days later, in the middle of the night.
I woke up for some inexplicable reason while fast asleep. Although my sleep quality hadn't been
very good since I got sick, I rarely felt completely awake like tonight, without a trace of sleepiness.
I sat up in bed, listening to the chirping of insects that should have been pleasant in the summer night, and suddenly felt a sense of irritation. The blood in my body
seemed to boil uncontrollably, bubbling and bursting.
"Hoo—"
I sighed deeply, getting up and walking to the window. It was still pitch black outside, but looking up,
I could vaguely see stars twinkling in the sky. 　　This tranquil environment should be the best place to rest. Why did I feel so suffocated and
uneasy 　　? 　　Suddenly, a sense of suffocation washed over me. My lungs felt blocked, breathing 　　became difficult, and a forceful signal surged in my mind— 　　driving me out of the ward! I couldn't resist! 　　So, I followed my instincts and went outside. 　　The corridor outside was quiet, only the soft glow of the pale yellow light 　　helped to ease my anxiety, but sleepiness remained. At the end of the corridor was a ninety-degree turn, leading to the emergency medical station in the atrium 　　. 　　Without much thought, I naturally headed towards the medical station. Perhaps 　　chatting with the nurses on duty would help me relax? 　　Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! 　　The sound of my footsteps echoed as I walked alone down the corridor, a strange feeling creeping over me. 　　Then, I reached the courtyard. 　　Just as I had seen it during the day, the pristine white medical station was spotless, and I could even smell 　　the disinfectant in the air. However, to my surprise, the counter, which should have been staffed, was 　　completely deserted at this hour, as if it had vanished into thin air. 　　Strange! How could this be? 　　Given the quality of this nursing home and the money I paid, 24-hour care and 　　service should be a given. Patients can experience problems at any time. 　　This bizarre scene shouldn't be happening! 　　Then, I walked to the counter, peeked inside, and called out, 　　"Hey! Anyone here?" 　　Strangely, there was no one there! 　　It was unbelievable… 　　I looked around, searching for any possible place in the medical station where I might find someone, but still, 　　there was no sound, as if no one had ever been on duty. 　　Just then, a faint sound drifted through the quiet space and reached my ears. 　　"Hmm… Oh… Huff… Ah…" 　　It sounded like the intonation of someone speaking, yet also like simple, wordless breathing, indistinct yet strikingly clear 　　, arousing my curiosity, making me feel restless and uneasy. 　　After a while, I found the source of the sound, seemingly coming from the back of the medical station. So, I 　　slowly walked over, wanting to investigate. 　　"Hello! Anyone here?" I called out softly again. 　　No one answered. 　　The sound, however, grew closer and closer; I could clearly hear a woman's voice, and it wasn't just 　　one person. 　　Hmm…could it be one of the two nurses on duty tonight? 　　Their voices led me to the source of the sound. A sign above read— 　　Restroom. 　　In other words, are the nurses on duty tonight in the restroom? But…if they're going to rest, logically 　　one person should be there; surely someone should stay at the counter? 　　Knock! Knock! 　　I knocked on the restroom door and called out, 　　“Hey! Is anyone in there?” 　　“…” 　　There seemed to be someone inside, but no one answered.

"Hello, is anyone home?" I knocked a few times, and the door opened automatically.
"...Huh!"
I hesitated for a moment, but no one came out. So, I decided to go inside and explore.
What greeted my eyes was a living room-style layout: a three-plus-two sofa set, a 60-inch flat-screen TV,
a Blu-ray player, a water dispenser with hot and cold water, a small refrigerator, and even a miniature kitchen—everything you could need
, fully equipped, making it look like a high-end apartment.
The room's design was elegant, a blend of understated luxury and modern style.
At the far end of the living room, there was a door that wasn't fully closed, from which I could occasionally hear a woman's characteristic moans:
"Eee... Oh... Senior Wan Ning... I... Hmm... I can't take it anymore..."
Just hearing those moans, my mind instinctively began to conjure up images. My already
agitated heart pounded even faster, sending my blood rushing through my body.
In a fleeting moment, my entire body heated up!
Then, I heard another woman's voice, teasingly saying,
"Are you about to climax again?"
"Yes... Oh..."
"I can't do anything with you, you climax so easily, your body is really sensitive!"
The woman called "Senior Wan Ning" continued, seemingly unsatisfied, "However, you
still have five more climaxes to reach tonight. So, give it your all!"
"Ahhh... No... Eek!"
"Hehe, your mouth says no, but your body is still honest and you've already climaxed." Senior continued teasingly, "
Look at yourself, your pussy is overflowing, opening and closing, looking like it's insatiably thirsty."
What... what kind of conversation is this!?
I couldn't believe it.
Despite my surprise, I couldn't turn around and leave, feeling as if I was drawn to the half-open door
, involuntarily wanting to peek into the scene inside.
"Mmm... Oh... I'm coming again!"
The door led to a suite with a single bed, a square wooden table, and two armchairs—
a comfortable arrangement. On the square wooden table, a nurse in a pink uniform knelt, her face
pressed against the tabletop, her hands gripping the edges, her buttocks raised high.
Her moans of pleasure were incessant, never ceasing.
"Peiqi, can't you stop? You just can't stop..."
Her pink uniform was disheveled; the buttons on her chest were undone, revealing
a thin white blouse soaked with sweat, the skin beneath vaguely visible—no bra to
restrain her...
and her high, firm buttocks were boldly exposed. From her rolled-up skirt, white lace
stockings were visible, incredibly alluring. Especially her private parts, where one area was noticeably different in color from the rest
, and the dampness there undoubtedly highlighted her heightened lust.
The culprit behind this was Wan Ning, who was standing in front of Pei Qi's buttocks, using a lightweight
mushroom-shaped vibrator with a medical flashlight attached. Under the white light, she was being subjected to intense
pleasure and torment.
It was as if the light brought heat and shame, making Pei Qi's tender vulva even more excited, and the wetness outlined
the shape of her labia, making them look fresh and dewy. Even though she kept saying "no" and "don't do this,"
she couldn't escape her senior's manipulation.
"Ohhhhh... umm!"
"Oh dear, what should I do now?" Wan Ning brought Pei Qi to another orgasm. Her face was completely
indifferent, but she deliberately said, "We've already wasted a lot of time! If
the patients on the floor need our assistance now, are we going to have them come and watch until your remaining three
orgasms are over before giving them the service they need?"
With that, she used her free hand to slap Pei-Chi's buttocks hard, making two crisp slapping
sounds.
*Slap! Slap!
* The external pain immediately left red handprints on Pei-Chi's buttocks outside her underwear, strikingly
beautiful and alluring. Then, I saw "Senior Wan-Ning's" jet-black hair fluttering, revealing her beautiful and
gentle face beneath, allowing me to connect the name with the person before me—
it was that seemingly timid nurse.
A nurse who wasn't fast, but very considerate of her patients. I have a deep impression of her because her professionalism and painless approach when taking my
temperature, pulse, or drawing blood are unforgettable.
However, her face at this moment, and the cold, chilling, cruel gaze she exuded, were so different that I couldn't believe she could have
such a completely different appearance.
So, Pei-Chi, kneeling on the wooden table, was the other nurse who usually partnered with her? This
usually enthusiastic, lively, seemingly sunny, and cheerful nurse behaving so obscenely
was utterly shocking!
"Ugh...senior...oh...no...don't say it...ahhh!" Pei-Chi's moans were tinged with
a seductive sob, her pleas for mercy only to be deliberately brought to orgasm by the vibrator.
Her body trembled incessantly, as if she was about to lose control of the forced stimulation.
"What are you saying?" Wan Ning's cruel voice grew even more intense. "Do you want to provide them with sexual services? Male
patients using your filthy little hole, or your dirty asshole, or your saliva-drenched little mouth to swallow and spit out their swollen
penises, and then be sprayed with semen..."
"Ugh...uh..."
Wan Ning's humiliating words caused Pei Qi to involuntarily arch her delicate body, trembling and
shaking under the operation of the vibrator. Her moans grew louder and louder, even I, peeping at her from the doorway, could feel her approaching
climax.
It's amazing!
I never knew that there were women and scenes like those described in erotic novels in the world...
Lost in watching the two beautiful nurses engaging in obscene sex, I was shocked to realize that my crotch was throbbing.
Her breasts swelled, and her right hand naturally caressed them, gently soothing the burgeoning desire. Saliva
accumulated in her mouth, which she swallowed repeatedly.
"...As for the female patients, let them ravage your breasts, play with your nipples, spit on your filthy
cunt, make you lick their filthy genitals, eat the bits of feces left in their anuses, and then urinate or defecate
on you—only then will it suit your wanton body..."
Wan Ning became increasingly excited as she spoke, her words pushing the boundaries of decency, using explicit and vulgar language to
express her entire emotion.
"Waaah...I'm sorry..."
Humiliated, Pei Qi seemed to be caught up in the scenario her senior was describing, sobbing hysterically.
"...I'm a shameless, despicable woman...Ahhhhh!"
Suddenly, Pei Qi seemed to be electrocuted, her body convulsing uncontrollably. It was as if pent-up desire had burst through a dam,
released all at once!
My eyes fell upon Pei-Chi's pink, pert buttocks and her soaked, tender flesh. The lace panties she wore
shimmered a pale yellow hue in the wetness, spreading rapidly.
Then, the sudden sound of rushing water filled the room, announcing that Pei-Chi seemed to
have lost control of her body at the moment of climax, leading to her terrified state.
Not only them, but even I, in that instant, felt my mind go blank.
Yes!
Pei-Chi, she…peed? Peed?…
drip! drip! drip! drip! drip! drip!
The urine forcefully broke through, splashing on the table, steaming warmly, drifting gently.
"Oh ha…"
Chapter Two:
Last night, it couldn't have been a dream, could it?
Even as the sky outside turned from black to blue, my mind remained captivated by the scene I'd witnessed in the lounge…
Pei-Chi's unusually lewd demeanor, kneeling on the wooden table, Wan-Ning bullying her junior,
the vibrator with the external flashlight attached, and the wet, lace panties.
And yes! The shocking scene of her losing control and urinating…
I could almost hear the echoes of their conversations and moans playing on repeat.
Not to mention the splashing sounds of their urination… it was pure torture, a mixture of love and
fear!
Damn it! My penis is erect again!
From last night until now, even after masturbating in the bathroom,
the swelling and pain in my glans hasn't subsided… and not only that, my testicles are throbbing intermittently.
Has my desire not been fully unleashed yet? Or is my body
incredibly frustrated that I didn't join the fray last night?
I don't understand...
"Good morning, Brother Qin, we're here to do a routine check-up for you." A warm and energetic voice
called out to me, waking me from my deep thoughts.
Wait! The owner of that voice is—
Peiqi.
Oh no! How am I supposed to face them?
No! I absolutely can't let them know what I saw last night!
I quickly pulled the thin blanket by the bed up to my navel, crossed my legs quickly to cover my still erect
penis. Then, I calmed my agitated emotions, took deep breaths, tried my best to calm the
swelling between my legs, concentrated highly, put on my usual expression when facing them, and greeted them:
"Oh... okay, thank you."
"As usual, I'll take Brother Qin's temperature and blood pressure first." Wanning followed me into
my ward, pushing her usual mobile equipment.
She also had a timid and shy appearance, as if what I saw last night was a dream.
Wan Ning deftly loaded the supplies from the cart onto me, completely focused. Pei Qi, on the other hand, took out a
clean syringe and filled it with a clear liquid.
Huh? An injection?
I watched Pei Qi's movements suspiciously and tentatively asked, "Nurse, do I need an injection today?"
If I remembered correctly, I was supposed to take nutritional supplements today…
"I'm sorry, Brother Qin," Pei Qi said apologetically, "Due to the pharmaceutical company's oversight,
the nutritional supplements we usually prepare for you won't arrive until this evening. Therefore, we've opted for injections. Please
forgive us."
To be honest, I don't know much about medicine. However, the nutritional supplements this sanatorium provides
are truly worth the money.
Whether it's injections or oral medication, I can feel a significant improvement in my health. Not only has the fatigue and exhaustion accumulated over the past few years
gradually disappeared, but my physical and mental strength has also gradually returned to its peak.
This is especially noticeable when I'm creating.
Then, my doubts lasted only a few seconds before Wan Ning interrupted, saying, "Your blood pressure and temperature
are both normal, there's no problem."
"Then, I'll give you the injection." Pei Qi then rolled up my sleeve, disinfected it with alcohol, and inserted a thin
needle into my skin, injecting the clear medicine into my body.
"Hiss..."
After the sting, a cool sensation slowly spread from the veins in my arm.
"Brother Qin, it's done!" Pei Qi smiled brightly and said sweetly.
Next, they packed up the medical equipment beside them, seemingly heading to another ward.
But... my assumptions were quickly overturned. The two of them didn't leave immediately; instead, they started
chatting with me.
"Brother Qin, why haven't I seen your wife come to see you lately?" Wan Ning asked.
Her timid voice reminded me again of the wanton scene from last night.
"Huh?!" I was momentarily stunned, stammering for a moment before replying, "Oh...you
're asking about my wife? She...she's been working harder lately, so...she doesn't have as much time to come see me."
Damn it! Why am I stuttering?
They didn't seem to notice my odd behavior. After I finished speaking, Pei-Chi asked me:
"And your daughter? If I remember correctly, her name is... Yu..."
"Yu Qian."
"Yes! That lovely girl." Pei-Chi said admiringly.
"She... has been busy with exchange programs with other schools these past two weeks."
Then, they started chatting with me casually, talking about their work,
life, and feelings at the sanatorium.
However, my mind was filled with the erotic scene of the senior student playing with the junior student in the lounge last night. My penis
was swollen and even felt painfully painful. I had an extreme desire to ejaculate, but I couldn't do it. This
feeling of about to explode was truly agonizing!
Then, I gradually realized that savoring this torturous feeling for a while actually produced an amazing
chemical reaction. It was as if two completely different molecules were combining to create a new sensation.
The lust didn't cool down, it continued to advance in parallel; the swelling didn't subside, but there was an indescribable pleasure.
Could it be a habit, or was I starting to enjoy...
enjoy this painful feeling?
I noticed a subtle shift in my own mindset, a disbelief creeping over me.
I…it can't be! I absolutely don't have such disgusting tastes!
The thought instantly shifted my previously intense hunger, and the agitation in my penis subsided. It felt like
a sponge filled with blood had been completely drained, leaving it limp and lifeless.
At the same time, my door suddenly opened, and a figure entered—
Yang Youxuan.
He slowly and deliberately walked in, closing the door behind him and locking it.
Crack!
This unusual action made me turn to look at him, puzzled.
However, I realized that I seemed to be the only one who noticed Axuan's arrival and his strange behavior
. Even Peiqi and Wanning beside me seemed to have known he would come, showing no
reaction whatsoever, no surprise whatsoever.
This is too bizarre! I frowned, remaining silent 　　. The pleasant conversation fell into a brief silence
after Axuan's appearance. 　　Click! Tap! Tap! Tap! 　　After a few steps, Ah Xuan casually stepped over my hospital bed and went to the window. 　　He grabbed the window frame with both hands, gazing into the distance, seemingly belonging to another world, completely out of place with my surroundings 　　. He didn't look at me, but instead chuckled twice in a nonchalant tone, saying, 　　"Brother Qin Zhe, how was it? Were you satisfied with last night's 'performance'?" 　　Ah Xuan deliberately emphasized the word "performance," which gave me a sense of unease. 　　He knew about last night's events? Was he referring to the wanton games that Pei Qi and Wan Ning, the junior and senior students, played in the lounge last night 　　? 　　"You...you know...?" I asked suspiciously. 　　"Pretty exciting, right?" Ah Xuan retorted first, then turned to stare at me. "Last night's lewd games 　　were carefully prepared for Brother Qin Zhe. Including waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to fall back asleep, or going to the infirmary and 　　being lured to the rest room, none of these were coincidences... Watching Wan Ning molest Pei Qi and make her have multiple orgasms 　　, I know you were unable to stop, your libido was high..." 　　Each word was like a fine needle piercing my soul. 　　He silently turned around, beckoned to the two nurses beside my bed with his index finger, and revealed a smile I had never seen before 　　, a devilish temptation, saying, "You probably can't tell, can you? These two, a senior and a junior, not only have 　　a penchant for lesbians, but also an interest in being spied on. They're also two lowly slaves I keep. Ever since you moved into 　　this floor, they've begged me for the idea of performing for you. That's why I orchestrated last night's show..." 　　His nonchalant statement left me speechless with astonishment. 　　"You...you said...what...?" 　　"There's no way around it, there are just too few patients on this floor, and most of them are 　　elderly people in poor health. I'm afraid that if they see a scene like this, they might have too much emotional distress and die." Ah 　　Xuan shrugged and explained, "It's rare...to have 　　a middle-aged man like Brother Qin Zhe who comes here to recuperate from an unexpected serious illness..." 　　His sudden confession left me at a loss, and the initial warning in my heart turned into inexplicable fear. 　　...What, what is going on?! 　　"Thanks to Brother Qin, my two slaves had a beautiful night. I believe that besides them, 　　you must have had a great time last night too, right?" 　　At this moment, the two nurses who had been summoned also came to Ah Xuan's side. With obedient expressions, they knelt obediently 　　on either side of him, their backs straight, their heads bowed, not uttering a word, looking exactly like maids, as if 　　our passionate interaction just now was all an illusion created by them. 　　This inexplicable development was completely beyond my expectations. 　　"Ah Xuan... no, Yang Youxuan, I don't quite understand what you mean..." I asked Ah Xuan, bewildered, from my hospital bed 　　. Even my way of addressing him unconsciously changed, becoming the way I would address a stranger. 　　"Still don't understand...?" 　　Ah Xuan looked at my confused expression, leaned forward, and hooked Peiqi's chin with his right hand, 　　saying with a light laugh and a hint of command, 　　"Then... Peiqi, lick my feet." 　　Then, I saw Peiqi kneeling on the ground, her expression one of receiving a supreme reward, responding with utter subservience 　　: 　　"Yes, Master." 　　As she answered, she also bent down, carefully removing Yang Youxuan's slippers, her small, pink tongue slightly protruding 　　, parting her hair on either side, and respectfully licking. 　　Good heavens! Did I see that right? 　　She kissed Ah Xuan's toes passionately, inhaling the scent emanating from his soles with ecstasy 　　. Her pretty nose brushed against the spaces between his toes, savoring the unique, pungent, and nauseating stench of sweat 　　, a scent that was both exciting and intoxicating, unforgettable. 　　Even more unbelievable to me was seeing Pei Qi's tongue gently slip between Ah Xuan's toes, sucking from the big toe...

Her fingers traced every crevice from her little finger down to her index finger, and she even used her beautiful lips to suck and lick, making
soft, smacking sounds. Every now and then, she would tilt her head and probe her tongue vertically into the crevice, sweeping it up and down, doing everything she could to
serve Ah Xuan.
This degrading behavior made me unable to believe that this woman was the same Pei Qi who had just been chatting and laughing with me!
I was astonished, yet I had to believe that what I was seeing was real, without any pretense or artifice. Could it
really be as Yang Youxuan had just said, that Wan Ning and Pei Qi were both his sex slaves?!
Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but stammer out my inner thoughts:
"You...you guys are all a bit too abnormal, aren't you?"
My words piqued Ah Xuan's interest, and he asked me in return:
"Brother Qin Zhe, are you saying I'm a bit abnormal...?"
"Of course you're abnormal!" Seeing the sudden change in the reactions of Ah Xuan, Pei Qi, and Wan Ning in the ward, I instinctively
blurted out my inner thoughts, "Are you...are you mentally ill?"
"Hehe...hahahaha..." However, after hearing me call him "mentally ill," Ah Xuan finally
burst out laughing as if he couldn't hold back: "Hahahaha...So, Brother Qin Zhe, now you should know
why I'm staying here, right?"
What!?
What he just said...
Ah Xuan is mentally ill! That's why he's staying here.
No wonder...the question that had puzzled me for so long was answered at this moment.
Then, his emotions calmed down, and he revealed an ambiguous smile that was hard to decipher. He said slowly and coldly,
"Whatever Brother Qin Zhe says is fine, but the body's reaction doesn't lie. As
you said in our previous conversation, 'Desire is upright. Compared to those lying moralists who spout benevolence and righteousness, honest, lewd
men are the real deal. What common sense, morality? When faced with desire, all you want is to push the woman in front of you down
. That's the truth...'"
"Hmm."
Ah Xuan relayed our previous conversation, leaving me speechless. I couldn't refute what he said.
After all, just a few tens of minutes ago, I was still excited about what I had witnessed yesterday.
"So, I want to play a game with you, Brother Qin Zhe."
Swish!
As Ah Xuan spoke, he suddenly strode forward and ripped off the thin blanket that had been covering me, revealing my
lower body, which was only wearing boxer shorts.
I then noticed that my penis was still erect, seemingly about to burst out of my pants.
Oh no! I've been seen!
"You say I'm abnormal, but aren't you the same..." Ah Xuan's gaze was fixed on my erect, engorged penis.
"...When you're criticizing others, you still can't forget other things, huh?"
The stark evidence felt like a slap across my face.
Instantly, my cheeks burned...
Enraged and ashamed, I wanted to get up and punch Ah Xuan, but I noticed a strange, inexplicable
state in my body, as if the illness that had brought me down had revived.
...What's going on?
Although my vision wasn't robbed by darkness, my control over my body seemed to have lost its nerve
connection; I couldn't move according to my thoughts.
My senses were still there, but I had no strength at all, still lying on the hospital bed, unable to move.
Damn it! Why did it have to happen now?
Could it be... that my body hasn't fully recovered yet...?
"You've realized you can't move, right?" Yang Youxuan said with uncanny foresight.
I instantly understood that it wasn't a relapse of my illness, but rather that the man in front of me had tampered with me. But…
when did he do that?
Suddenly, a flash of insight struck me.
That's it! It was the injection Pei-Chi had just given me.
"Heh, as expected of a professional writer, you have a good imagination, you knew the answer right away." He looked at
my sudden realization, a "you got it right" expression on his face, and announced the answer: "It's just a little muscle relaxant
…"
As if encountering a natural enemy, I was not only powerless to move, but my whole body trembled involuntarily. I didn't
know why I was afraid; it was just an instinctive fear of Ah-Xuan in front of me.
"Yang Youxuan, you… what exactly do you want?" I said weakly.
"Didn't I just say that?" Ah-Xuan had an innocent expression, but I could glimpse his eerie and evil true nature.
"I want to play a game with you!"
*Snap!*
He snapped his fingers.
Pei-Chi stopped licking and, along with Wan-Ning, stood beside Yang Youxuan.
What? What did he want to do?
"It's nothing, just some preparations before the game starts..." Ah Xuan said casually.
After speaking, Pei-Chi, with a clear saliva clinging to her lips, first went to my bedside and silently
took out the table from under the bed, which she used for eating, and installed it on my bed.
Crack!
For some reason, this table, which I usually eat at, gave me a very uneasy feeling... and it was installed
higher than usual, making me completely baffled by their intentions.
Then, Pei-Chi lifted my weak body, pressing my chest against the table, assuming a limp,
kneeling position.
The unease grew stronger, but I didn't know how to resist their actions, and could only helplessly and passively
let them manipulate me—
like a puppet.
"Guess what will happen next?" Yang You-Xuan said with a playful look, "I
guarantee you, Brother Qin Zhe, it will be an unforgettable experience!"
At this moment, goosebumps rose all over my body.
Then, I saw Wan Ning walk up to me, take out a prepared transparent rubber glove, professionally slip it onto her
right hand, and pull the bottom of the glove up to her elbow.
*Sizzle!*
This sound intensified my fear, shook my heart, and instilled
a sense of dread about what was about to happen.
She showed no other expression, allowing me to read her thoughts. She was like a trained and brainwashed
slave, faithfully carrying out the tasks Yang Youxuan had assigned her.
But upon closer inspection, I could still discern something unusual.
Although Wan Ning still looked the same as I usually did, I could see her cheeks gradually flushing, her timid demeanor fading, and her bright eyes slightly moist, revealing 　　the cruel gaze
I had witnessed the night before as she bullied her junior . 　　"Gulp..." I couldn't help but swallow. 　　Then, she left my sight, walking behind me, a chill immediately washing over my buttocks. 　　Whoosh! 　　Unexpectedly, Wan Ning, without any hesitation, pulled down my only underwear, exposing my bare buttocks 　　. 　　"Wait! What...what are you doing?!" 　　In an instant, my unease turned into reality. 　　My body tried to dodge and twist, but Wan Ning stopped me with one hand. Because...I felt something strangely sticky smeared 　　onto my buttocks, then climbed all the way to my anus. 　　It was icy cold…making me uncomfortable. 　　Then, the mucus reached the folds of my anus, teasing each fold like lubricant, or perhaps a tease. 　　“Hoo…ha…” I immediately let out a sound uncontrollably. 　　An indescribable, astonishing pleasure spread from my anus outwards. A sensation I had never experienced before, a tingling, 　　itchy rushing into my nerves, arousing my genitals, making them even harder and more swollen. 　　After only a few seconds of this experience, the sensation was cruelly interrupted by that hard yet flexible unknown thing 　　. 　　“Oh!” 　　I cried out. 　　God! Someone was actually inserting a finger into my anus! 　　A feeling of humiliation welled up, attacking my mind, and as Wan Ning’s fingers continued to penetrate deeper, it 　　shattered my male dignity bit by bit. 　　“No…don’t…don’t do this…” I pleaded. 　　But Wan Ning’s actions did not stop. I could feel her slender fingers, as I begged for mercy, 　　thrusting in to the deepest point in one go. 　　"Ugh!" 　　I never imagined such a day would come... to be treated like this... 　　Instantly, a dizzying sensation overwhelmed me. The pain from my torn anus surged through the nerves in my intestines, a 　　helpless emptiness stripping me of all control. Even my ability to speak was reduced to 　　the movement of my lips, a nameless sob escaping from the depths of my throat. 　　"Waaah..." 　　Tears streamed down my face, a shame I was experiencing for the first time. 　　But... after the humiliation came a tidal wave of pleasure that overwhelmed me. 　　Especially as Wan Ning's fingers began to move inside my rectum, skillfully and slowly probing and stimulating 　　the soft, elastic mucous membranes, giving me an indescribable pleasure. 　　My previously erect penis twitched, savoring a strange pleasure. 　　...That's why some men have described the pleasure of having their anus played with. And 　　from it, they experience the pleasures of being a woman. 　　However, I don't want to experience this in this state! 　　"Mmm... Oh mmm..." 　　My mind resisted Wan Ning's actions, but I couldn't stop myself from letting out joyful gasps. 　　At the same time, I realized that Wan Ning's fingertips were touching a certain area inside my rectum, turning the faint 　　pleasure into a clear, audible stimulation. 　　Oh... So good... 　　Give me a little more... and I can ejaculate! 　　Then, I suddenly stopped, surprised by the terrible desire that had suddenly arisen within me. 　　To feel pleasure even in such a humiliating moment... 　　What am I thinking?! 　　"Wow! I didn't realize Brother Qin Zhe's endurance was so amazing..." Ah Xuan's voice suddenly rang out, seemingly 　　mocking yet also praising, "...Prostate massage isn't something ordinary men can endure. Most 　　men will give up after just a few massages, very few can last as long as you, Brother Qin Zhe 　　." 　　His words brought me back to my senses, and I said hoarsely, 　　"Stop...stop!" 　　Perhaps due to the excessive stimulation from my intestines, the moment I vented my resentment, my body's self- 　　control instantly dropped to its lowest point, and I could no longer control myself. My penis, which had been swollen for so long, seemed to have been freed from its shackles and 　　immediately burst forth. 　　"Ah..." 　　The sperm mixed with prostatic fluid in my testicles gushed out all at once. 　　I...I ejaculated! 　　Chapter 3 　　In my forty-two years of life, I have experienced the beauty of sex. Whether it's intercourse, anal sex, breast sex, oral 　　sex, etc., I have been fortunate enough to try them all. But for the first time, I was again the one being forced into a passive position, 　　shamefully reaching orgasm as Wan Ning's fingers played with my prostate, uncontrollably ejaculating. 　　Unexpectedly, this feeling of being manipulated to orgasm brought an 　　unprecedented sense of satisfaction to my soul— 　　as if my entire being had been cleansed, all impurities metabolized and washed away. 　　Afterwards, Wan Ning and Pei Qi gently turned me back to my original position leaning against the hospital bed, facing 　　Yang Youxuan, who had only spoken and not acted the entire time, his face calm. 　　His expression still didn't reveal his true thoughts, but I knew it definitely wasn't a good thing 　　. Like the calm before the storm, I didn't know when it would arrive. 　　"Huff...you...why did you do this..." I broke the silence first, panting, "... 　　What happened?" 　　"Didn't I just say..." he said in his usual conversational tone, but with a hint of disdain, 　　"...I wanted to play a game with you." 　　His objective description instantly ignited my anger. My hands involuntarily wanted to clench into fists, but I couldn't move them.

My body trembled slightly. However, under the influence of the drugs, only my mouth had strength left, and I
was helplessly humiliated.
"Damn it! Stop joking with me!" I shouted angrily, "What kind of damn game is this that
requires humiliating me like this!"
The low growl and the spittle flying out did not cause any ripples in Yang Youxuan's emotions. Instead,
he stretched out his right index finger and waved it from side to side in front of my eyes, indicating that I should calm down and listen to his response.
"Don't get too excited, Brother Qin Zhe." Axuan's tone was still indifferent. "You, listen to me quietly until I
finish what I have to say!"
The last sentence he said was filled with an indescribable chilling intent. It was like the aura of a king ruling the world,
rushing towards me. Even though I was over forty-two years old, I could not stop the terrifying aura he spread, which
overwhelmed me.
I was speechless.
"Remember what I just said... Pei-Chi and Wan-Ning are both sex slaves I keep."
A matter-of-fact smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "And besides them, I want more. But... my time is limited,
and I'm lazy. So, the game I want to play with you is to invite you to help me train women, to make them degenerate
into my toys."
"What nonsense are you talking about! You said..."
My eyes widened, unable to believe what Ah-Xuan was saying.
If I heard correctly... the game he wanted to play with me was for me to help him train women?! Yang You-
Xuan, has he gone crazy again?
"Yes! I want you to help me train women." Ah-Xuan confirmed with me again, calmly saying, "To put it more clearly
, I want to know how you will train them, to pile them into the abyss of depravity. And then, I'll receive the fruits of your labor
."
"..."
I was speechless.
My mood changed from unease to fear, fear to shame, shame to anger, and finally, anger turned into
astonishment. It felt like going through a sauna, and I found it hard to adjust to the change.
"Hehe, of course, I'm not letting you expend your energy for free. I'll be involved throughout the whole process
, offering my advice from time to time, but the control remains with you." Yang Youxuan walked to Wan Ning's side,
gently stroking her long hair. "Also, I won't deliberately interfere with your training. Whether it's wanting to deflower,
ejaculate inside, or even get a woman pregnant, I agree to it all. As for me, I only care about the result." "
...This, this insane lunatic!
At this moment, as if afraid I would disagree with his suggestion, Ah Xuan deliberately pulled Wan Ning's black hair, forcing her
to raise her face. Then, he quickly used his right hand to unbutton her nurse's uniform, turned her to face me, and
in one go, took off all of her shirt, ordering,
"Wan Ning, you played with him just now. Now, it's Qin Zhe's turn to play with you! By the way, let him see
the results of my training, let him see clearly what kind of slutty woman you really are, and let him know what kind of result I want
."
"Mmm."
At that moment, I completely understood the true meaning of the words "sex slave"!
Underneath the shirt, instead of an ordinary bra, there were several thin black ropes, like leather belts, wrapped
around Wan Ning's breasts, squeezing out the alluring peaks and valleys. Rather than squeezing, it was more like binding
, tightly constricting her skin, creating an unhealthy pale purple hue that climbed like vines across her tender, milky-white skin, possessing a bewitching,
fatal attraction.
It was hard to imagine that Wan Ning, who had just been playing with my prostate like a queen, was dressed like this in her nurse's uniform
. Her cold attitude and obscene attire created a stark contrast, unbelievable to me.
But the shock wasn't over yet. Her squeezed breasts were covered with square patches resembling medicated
plasters, concealing her nipples, each connected to a black wire that ran down her body, disappearing into her genitals.
"Take off your skirt too!" Yang Youxuan continued to command.
At his words, Wan Ning obediently unzipped her skirt, maintaining an upright posture, completely
devoid of shame.
What I saw inside was even more astonishing!
Her private parts were immediately exposed to my view. The same black leather belt, like a thong, was inlaid and covered
the center of Wan Ning's vulva, forming two crescent-shaped labia, parted to the left and right. There was no pubic hair, as if
no pubic hair had ever grown there. Between her crimson and pink thighs, the belt, tightened, seemed intended to firmly
imprison what was inside—
two columnar objects protruding about half a palm's length.
One could imagine that these two unknown things must have caused Wan Ning considerable pain and discomfort, but she
seemed accustomed to it, showing no surprise whatsoever. Her lower body was wet, making the belt gleam obscenely
.
The glistening was probably due to the honey-like fluid seeping from her vulva and flowing down her thighs…
and the columnar objects between her two openings were vibrating slightly, operating with a low, rhythmic pulsation,
connected to the two black lines originating from her nipples, sharing the same electrical current.
"As a sacred nurse, yet she's always this lowly at work..." Yang Youxuan slowly bent down
to pick up all of Wan Ning's discarded clothes, draping them over his left elbow. "...Her lustful fluids
flowed incessantly. And she constantly hoped, wishing someone would discover her unusual state..."
Axuan's absurd words were nothing like what a normal person would say. However, Wan Ning
didn't reprimand him for his impolite words, faithfully displaying her lewd demeanor.
"Now, take off everything."
"Yes, Master."
Upon receiving the command, Wan Ning truly began to remove everything from her body. Starting with the thin black ropes, she
loosened the tightly wrapped breasts one by one, liberating her breasts that had been constricted for so long, giving them sincere
freedom. Then, the two square pieces of cloth covering her nipples were also torn off, revealing the swollen,
erect, and engorged nipples, looking incredibly tempting.
Glug...
I wonder what it feels like to suck on those two nipples?
I swallowed the saliva that was about to overflow from my mouth. Although her expression remained cold and rational
, both her wet lower body and erect nipples showed that Wan Ning's body was experiencing pleasure, which was spreading through her
nerves.
"A very filthy woman, isn't she?" Yang Youxuan next to me said, as if asking me a question, but also as if humiliating Wan Ning
: "She thinks that by playing with a man's anus with a blank expression, she can make him angry and thus achieve her original
goal, enjoying the pleasure of being ravaged. She is that kind of woman!"
At the same time, her movements did not stop. She untied the thin rope thong on her lower body, then
spread her legs apart, squatted down, and grabbed the columnar object stuffed in her two holes with both hands, trying to pull it all out in one go
.
"Mmm!" An uncontrollable moan escaped from Wan Ning's throat.
Sure enough, she was still experiencing pleasure... No matter how much she tried to endure, the body's instinctive reaction could not deceive
anyone. Even the sex slaves kept by Yang Youxuan couldn't escape the pleasure of physical enjoyment. Despite her
efforts to clench her teeth, she couldn't resist the soft, comfortable breaths that escaped her lips:
"Oh... umm..."
At that moment, a strange expression finally appeared on Yang Youxuan's face.
His lips twitched imperceptibly, and his arms quietly crossed over his chest. His right
hand, resting on top, snapped his fingers.
*Snap!*
Like a stone thrown into a lake, the sound echoed loudly in the room, drawing everyone's
attention except for Yang Youxuan's, and involuntarily turning to him. A cruel, wolfish gaze once again leaped from his pupils, as if
he was dissatisfied with Wan Ning's moaning performance in front of me, making him lose face.
I was startled.
Heaven knows what this lunatic was going to do next?!
He reached into his pocket with his right hand and pulled out a leather mask designed to resemble a face mask, which he had prepared at some point
. In the center, a circular, plug-like object was abruptly attached to the mask, looking extremely eerie.
The appearance of this contraption immediately caused Wan Ning to show a look of fear and dread. As if she had experienced
the power of this thing before, she subconsciously trembled inexplicably, her hands still tightly gripping the two pillar-like
objects between her thighs, shaking uncontrollably.
...This, this is just a strange leather mask, what's there to be afraid of?
"Do you know? This is a gag used as a form of torture, the same instrument I used when I first disciplined Wan Ning,
" Yang Youxuan explained in a reminiscing tone, casually toying with the object in his hands. Especially the circular
cap, which, due to gravity, drooped, revealing a hollow hole inlaid with an iron ring.
Then, he instructed Pei-Chi, "Come here, help your senior put it on."
Pei-Chi obediently obeyed, respectfully walking to Ah-Xuan, raising her hands to receive the "mask," and then walking to
the frozen Wan-Ning's side. She grabbed Wan-Ning's jaw, pried open her lips, and stuffed the iron ring into her mouth, while the remaining
part went around the back of her head and fastened the hook.
Crack!
For some reason, Wan-Ning's restraint from her junior caused my penis, which had just ejaculated, to strangely
awaken. A tingling, warm current flowed down my spine, like insects neatly arranged
and entering my penis.
Trembling, engorged, expanding, swelling...
At this moment, Pei-Chi also completed the command given by Yang You-Xuan. She installed the leather mask on Wan-Ning's face, only revealing
her pink, forcibly opened mouth, covered with moist, silvery saliva, her tongue sticking out like a dog's.
Of course, her posture remained unchanged, her legs half-squatting open, her hands tightly gripping
the two pillar-like objects in her genitals, not daring to make any other movements.
"I just put this thing in her, while giving her an enema, and made her beloved Peiqi press her genitals
close to her face..." Yang Youxuan's tone gradually lowered, still savoring the moment, "...to spray the urine that had been held back for so long
directly into the hole in the center of the plug without any distance..."
"Huff...ha...huff...ha..." Under the humiliating stimulation of the words, Wan Ning's breathing also became rapid.
"...And then, Wan Ning, who seemed timid but possessed the potential of a queen, was gradually and
successfully trained by me, hehe." Yang Youxuan stared at me, cruelly and excitedly saying, "How about it, Brother Qin Zhe?
Her current appearance is completely unrelated to the scene you saw last night, isn't it?
She doesn't seem like a strong senior, but rather a masochistic sex slave begging to be humiliated!"
"Haha... Huh, ah huh... Oh ha..."
My entire constructed world gradually crumbled and shattered after hearing Yang Youxuan's words.
No! Stop talking! Please!
My body kept screaming out these true emotions, but my body remained frozen, struggling
unable to appreciate or listen to the woman's lewd actions before me. However, from the center of my back to my lower body,
I felt an increasingly burning, stinging pain, forcefully piercing my spinal cord, striking again and again.
I then realized that my penis was as hard as iron, proudly erect once more. A strong, sadistic lust
spread strangely, permeating my mind.
It must be because of the influence of Wan Ning's manipulation just now!
The remaining shred of rationality kept repeating excuses to accept my abnormal state... But her shameful
and submissive appearance was gradually arousing my excitement, relentlessly.
"Peiqi, pull the toy out of your senior's anus," Yang Youxuan said softly,
then casually instructed, "Then, put it in her mouth."
The cold command came from his mouth.
"Master..." Peiqi was a little embarrassed and hesitated in her response, "...Yes."
However, she still dared not resist Yang Youxuan's authority. Immediately, she gripped the dildo installed inside her senior's anus
and pulled it out.
Pop!
"Ugh!" The suppressed groan was abruptly stopped by Wan Ning.
Suddenly, I realized that the columnar object inside her anus looked so terrifying!
The sculpture, resembling a man's penis, is exquisitely reproduced on the dildo. Features like the urethral opening, glans, and mushroom shape are meticulously replicated.
The fleshy rhomboid shape, the veins and blood vessels on the shaft, were clearly visible. Moreover, after being washed in the rectum, the disgusting yellowish-brown
filth and the unbearable odor quietly drifted into my olfactory cavity, conveying the fact that it was excrement.
"Hmph." Yang Youxuan spoke up, giving a hint.
Peiqi obediently nodded and mercilessly pierced the filthy dildo through
the ring that had been stretched open in her senior's mouth, forcing her to take it in.
"No!" I couldn't help but shout to stop her.
But the actual situation didn't have any impact on the situation because of my obstruction.
The discomfort caused by the removal of the dildo's dilation of the anus gradually dissipated, and the remaining blockage at the anus
made Wan Ning even more excited under this cruel treatment. The overflowing wetness drenched the inside of her thighs
, creating a strong lubrication that caused her vaginal muscles to twitch, seemingly causing another toy embedded inside to slowly
detach.
Thud!
As I saw it, the dildo in her vagina fell straight down.
"Hey, Brother Qin Zhe. My slave is ready for you to fuck, what about you?" Yang Youxuan
said with a lewd grin.
"I...I,I..." I stammered, unable to speak.
"See...I was right. Wan Ning, Brother Qin Zhe is so excited he can't speak, what do you think we should
do?" Yang Youxuan continued, walking towards her and reaching into her half-squatting, slightly open private area, probing with his fingers
.
"Ugh...ugh, ugh..."
After a few strokes, the gurgling sounds echoed shyly, causing Wan Ning to uncontrollably twist and sway her body
, which contrasted with the mask covering her face, especially the dildo that suddenly appeared, smeared with feces and which she had
put in her mouth.
Her disgusting yet pleasurable lewd eyes faithfully revealed her thoughts at that moment.
"Brother Qin Zhe, I've already checked, it's very wet!" Yang Youxuan
said smugly, as if he were discussing something with me casually. "I guarantee I'll make you feel amazing!"
"Yang Youxuan...you, that's enough!" This was my last shred of rationality.
"This isn't enough!" He stopped what he was doing and pulled out his right hand, which was covered in semen. Thick, clear fluid
dripped down, forming a shameful silver line. "Besides, she didn't object! Look, she's already enjoying herself to
the point of ecstasy."
"..." I didn't know how to answer.
"Now, it's your turn to enjoy her." Yang Youxuan casually smeared the semen
on Wan Ning's seemingly pitiful face. "I always keep my word."
At this moment, I finally truly understood Yang Youxuan's madness and obsession!
Indeed, what he was doing was extremely excessive, yet his words contained no falsehood
. He wasn't joking with me at all, honestly revealing his true colors.
This kind of obsessive psychopath had transcended the norms of morality.
I struggled, but my body's reactions betrayed no one. A faint sense of revenge and an intense
, invasive hunger were threatening to overwhelm my reason.
"Forget all ethics and morals! Enjoyably fucking the woman in front of you is
what you want most right now, Brother Qin Zhe, isn't it?!"
Yang Youxuan shoved Wan Ning from behind, forcing her to walk forward and mechanically step onto my hospital bed.
"Mmm... oh..." The confusion in her eyes had faded, leaving only pure lust for being fucked. She stared at
my penis, softly moaning, "Oh..."
She spread her sticky, swollen vulva, revealing its beautiful tenderness. Slowly, she squatted down, aligning her crimson labia with
my swollen glans, penetrating my delicate body.
*Plop!
* Swallowed, disappeared.
"Oh..." We both gasped simultaneously.
An electric shock-like sensation shot up my spine, a surging torrent of nectar
tightly enveloping my penis at the moment of our union, leaving no blind spots. A feeling of comfort, like returning to my mother's amniotic fluid, numbed all my senses
.
So good…so comfortable…so amazing…
the hot yet soft walls of her flesh writhed and massaged my penis. The elastic, dense cavity, desperately pulling
at my penis, squeezing it inwards, unlike any woman I'd ever encountered, who always seemed to repel me, including my wife
.
The slippery, winding vagina cleverly wrapped around my glans. The pleasure of being swallowed from the root made
me, who had already ejaculated once, almost unable to hold back any longer upon penetration, almost having my semen squeezed out by this fatal cavity. This suction,
wave after wave, caused my hips to sway passively up and down, thrusting.
"Oh…ha…oh…" A blissful, floating sensation filled my mind.
Then, a subtle feeling of layers of flesh made me squint my eyes, intoxicated by
the ultimate pleasure Wan Ning's vagina was giving me.
"Ugh... Ahh, oh... Hmph..."
Not only me, but Wan Ning, who was riding on top of me, also sang soft, tender moans in rhythm with my thrusts
. Just like her usual timid and weak appearance, she was pitiful.
However... the mask covering her face with a dildo unexpectedly ignited a secret lust within me.
Control of my hands returned, and I cupped her swaying, white
breasts from below, my nails scraping the remaining marks from the leather strap, while kneading her reddened nipples. I heard her shy
moans grow even sweeter:
"Ugh... Oh... Hmm, gulp..."
Her blocked mouth, constricted by saliva, made her gasps choked and spasmodic, which only stimulated
my lust, making it burn even more intensely.
So good…it’s indescribable pleasure…
this vagina, so thoroughly trained and developed, secretes abundant, fragrant fluids, coupled with her pitiful moans
; no man could resist it. All reason was swept away, leaving me to
the instincts of a man. I frantically shook my hips, relentlessly thrusting into Wan Ning’s body.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The metal hospital bed creaked as if it were about to fall apart.
In an instant, a certain awareness sprouted within my soul, giving rise to a thought I dared not believe—
I also wanted a sex slave…
someone exclusively mine, just like Wan Ning and Pei Qi, someone I could manipulate at will, someone who pleased me, like a living
toy, controlled by me.
…No…
The rationality in my heart once again pulled me out of the abyss, warning me that this was wrong, absolutely
not allowed.
…Yang Youxuan would help me…Yes, he promised me…
A moment's hesitation, overwhelmed by my righteousness, and the unstoppable thrusting, forced me to face the stimulation reality was giving me
.
“Ugh! Oh, ah…”
Wan Ning swayed even more vigorously, her spread legs revealing her arched body, streams of honey-like
fluid spraying from our point of union. At the same time, the inside of my penis contracted tightly with excitement,
like a thunderclap, shattering my thoughts and consciousness, releasing a burst of fluid that poured into Wan Ning's body,
collapsing and splashing.
"Oh..."
I... I actually did this.
A wave of regret washed over me, but it was all over...
Chapter Four
"Hehehehehe..." After watching the spectacular show that Wan Ning and I put on, Yang Youxuan chuckled ambiguously
. He tossed the clothes hanging from his left elbow onto a low cabinet beside him, and like a victorious king,
head held high, chest puffed out, walking briskly towards the ward door, not forgetting to tease me, "That's
all for today. Brother Qin Zhe, have a nice day."
Click!
The door unlocked, and a refreshing breeze rushed in.
The lewd atmosphere inside was neutralized and dissipated by this fresh air. Combined with the bright sunshine outside
, it extinguished the sadistic desires that had permeated the ward, restoring it to its original purpose:
a comfortable and quiet environment for recuperation.
The passion just now felt like an illusion, all my imagination, as if nothing had happened
.
But the muddy bodily fluids left after the sex silently testified to the established evidence, irrefutably etched
on the hospital sheets—a bloody fact, recording the absurdity and obscenity of Wan Ning and me, and Yang Youxuan's utter malice
.
"By the way! Brother Qin Zhe." He stood nonchalantly in the doorway, his back to the three people inside
, flicking his right index finger a few times, and reminded me again, "Don't forget our agreement—
"
With that, he turned and left without looking back, disappearing from my sight.
At that moment, Wan Ning seemed to instantly regain control of her body, no longer being manipulated
, completely shedding her status as Yang Youxuan's "sex slave," returning to her essence as a nurse, exuding
an aura of professionalism and compassion.
The sudden change in her temperament made me wonder if she also had a mental illness…
Even so, the beads of sweat on her forehead, each one glistening like plump grains of rice, were dazzling and striking;
moreover, her cheeks, forcibly stretched open, covered by the black mask that gagged her, showed a hint of resentment, and
the vibrator smeared with her feces was still inserted into her small mouth, the remaining part protruding, making Wan Ning's expression somewhat
distorted and uncomfortable. Of course, her naked skin, smeared with a rosy sheen, indicated that the afterglow of pleasure still lingered in her body
, exuding a charming and alluring quality that was indescribable.
Only her beautiful eyes revealed her current mood, filled with contempt, disgust, and a hungry, yearning desire—
a complex, contradictory humiliation. Then, Wan Ning silently struggled to get up from the hospital bed, allowing my
semi-erect penis, which had been ejaculated inside her, to slide out of her red, plump vagina.
*Pop!*
The air, compressed and squeezed by the intercourse and the penis, made a shy sound.
Then, the not-yet-closed vaginal opening writhed and contracted. From the depths of her wet vagina, she
spat out the life essence I had poured in.
The thick, white semen flowed from her vulva to her groin, a scene of obscene and wanton beauty.
"Ugh..." Her slightly choked voice contained deep grievance. She dared not wipe it away, helplessly letting
the fluid slowly flow out, which evoked pity and a desire to gently protect the naked woman in white before her.
If no one pointed the finger, no one would believe that she was the one who started all this. Instead, they would point the finger at me,
someone I could never clear my name from.
"..." I was speechless, and didn't know what to say.
I could only calmly watch as Wan Ning picked up the restraints from the ground, then gathered the clothes on the low cabinet
and put them back on her body. Starting with the leather belt, both her full breasts and her disheveled
genitals were restrained back to their original state. And, she hadn't forgotten the two electric massage pads either.
"Hmm... Oh..." A shallow moan escaped her lips. This proved that the devices were responsive to her
, maintaining a state of lingering pleasure that she couldn't calm down. "Ugh... Hmph..."
After some time, Wan Ning finally finished equipping everything. Of course, I
watched the entire process without missing a single detail.
Finally, Pei Qi walked up to her, pulled out the dildo that had been stuffed into her senior's mouth for so long, and removed the black
leather mask that had been blocking her mouth, giving her the freedom to breathe freely, no longer obstructed or suffocated, and no longer having to lick her own excrement
.
But that didn't mean the dildo was discarded... In addition to the leather mask,
the dildos that had been installed in both her front and back orifices were once again inserted back into Wan Ning's body by her junior.
"Oh!" This was her last lewd cry of the day.
Afterwards, the two nurses acted as if nothing had happened, calmly placing their
medical cart aside and following Yang Youxuan out of my room.
"Huff...huff, huff..."
Suddenly, the room was silent, devoid of any other sound except my own breathing. The enthusiastic
chirping of cicadas outside, a testament to the sweltering heat, contrasted sharply with my current state.
Cicada—cicada—cicada—cicada—
Stunned, I stared at the open door, my reason slowly returning. But the guilt and remorse in my heart
couldn't resist the lingering excitement and pleasure in my body…
It was so good…
The youthful body, tight and elastic. The submissive, almost enslaved, submission was the ultimate
thrill for a man. Especially the stark contrast in Wan Ning's personality, like a stinger with a dangling tail, tugged at my
heartstrings, leaving me no choice but to accept it.
The wet, pungent smell of my genitals spoke volumes, revealing the undeniable truth. In a daze, I seemed to hear
Yang Youxuan muttering the following incantation:
"I want to play a game with you… I'm inviting you to help me train women… and I won't deliberately interfere
with your training… just the result… I want to play a game with you… I'm inviting you to help me train women…
I won't deliberately interfere… and I only care about the result… playing games… training women… I won't interfere…
just the result…" *
Thud!*
A sudden, inexplicable unease made me slam my fist on the hospital bed, instantly banishing the hypnotic
whispers. A wave of pain and numbness shot from my fist to my scalp, quickly disappearing.
Unexpectedly, this sexual experience had taken an unexpected turn. Though not consensual
, but manipulated and forced by Yang Youxuan—essentially rape—my body still
reacted with pleasure, and the sensations I experienced were deeply etched into my soul, leaving a lasting mark.
If only I could forget… no, I absolutely must forget!
I knew it was impossible, yet I bury my head in the sand like an ostrich. I
was acutely aware that a distorted, dark area of my mind was slowly expanding, generating uncontrollable
influences that could erupt at any moment. I also vaguely realized that what used to be normal sex was no longer satisfying
, lacking any energy…
The blazing sunlight outside shone brightly. A deep shadow stretched across the wall.
The contrast between light and darkness seemed to symbolize my state of mind—
utterly conflicted.
Three days later, it was Friday.
Even at night, the weather in southern Taiwan remained sweltering, offering no respite from the heat. Despite
the air conditioning in the ward maintaining a constant 25 degrees Celsius, my irritability and gloom grew stronger each day.
During this time, Yang Youxuan, and even the two nurses, had not appeared in my
room again, as if erased by an eraser. Though traces remained, the words had been erased, removed from my life,
completely disconnected.
Yet, even so, I grew increasingly fearful and uneasy. It was like the calm before the storm, unsure when
disaster would strike.
It wasn't until my dear wife, Xianglian, arrived at the nursing home around 7 pm to visit me that my mood improved. After all, it had been a long time since we'd last met. Half 　　a month had passed
since we last parted . 　　"Honey, how have you been lately?" 　　Despite her travel fatigue, the joy of being reunited with her husband seemed to dispel all her weariness, leaving her cheerful, happy 　　, and full of energy. She buzzed around me diligently like a little bee; in contrast, I 　　looked somewhat dejected, leaning against the hospital bed, listless and lost, listening absentmindedly to the news broadcast on television 　　. "Hmm...not bad 　　," I replied casually. 　　She didn't seem to mind, carrying bags of things and food she had prepared for me, moving them to 　　the low cabinet where Yang Youxuan had stood that day, taking things out and arranging them one by one. 　　Suddenly, I noticed Xianglian's busy figure inexplicably fading away, replaced by Yang Youxuan's rational 　　and coldly cruel expression, just like the wolfish face he had shown me a few days ago, standing proudly facing 　　the window, gazing into the distance. 　　Mmm... Ugh, mmm... Ah... Ahh... 　　For some reason, besides his figure, even Wan Ning's wanton moans from that day began 　　to echo in my ears, growing louder and louder. Strangely, I found my penis naturally burning hot, 　　craving stimulation and becoming erect. 　　"Darling, what's wrong?" Xiang Lian seemed to notice my strange behavior and turned her head 　　to ask with some concern. 　　Mmm... Ugh... Hah... Oh... Eeah... 　　Her current posture overlapped with Yang Youxuan's blurry figure, becoming the same person. Needless to say, 　　Wan Ning's figure also appeared on my hospital bed, legs spread, half-squatting, rocking up and down in front of me, recreating the scene from that day 　　, the splashing of fluids secreted during intercourse. 　　That seductive, lewd scent swirled around my nose, teasing my nerves. 　　"I..." Suddenly, under the illusionary activity of Yang Youxuan and Wan Ning, I completely lost 　　the courage to speak my mind, and my burning desire was extinguished. They brought me fear that exceeded my inner 　　capacity to bear. Therefore, what happened a few days ago was ultimately replaced by two words: "... 　　It's nothing." 　　Besides, who would believe this? 　　The lesbian erotic play at night was actually a scheme by a fellow patient, who wanted to drag me into an adult game with him 　　. Then, I experienced being played with on the prostate by a lesbian until I lost control and ejaculated, and then I took the initiative and ejaculated 　　into her private parts. 　　Then, we made a verbal agreement to help him train women... 　　How could I let my beloved wife understand that I wasn't lying or 　　making a mistake about this reality that even I couldn't believe? 　　She would definitely think I was crazy! 　　In that case, wouldn't I really end up in the same situation as Yang Youxuan? 　　I don't want to! Absolutely not! 　　"Hmm, really?" She came to sit on the side of my bed, staring at me with a questioning look. She reached out 　　her palm and placed it on my forehead to measure my temperature, saying, "Hmm...no fever...or should I 　　go find a doctor or nurse?" 　　"No...no need."

I shook my head slightly, rejecting her suggestion. I held her soft hand, trying to calm
myself through the warmth of her palm. My lips twitched inexplicably, and I looked at my wife with a slightly uneasy expression, tentatively saying,
"Wife, I... I want to be discharged."
My words immediately left Xianglian bewildered. Her eyes widened, filled with countless questions, and she asked
me, "Why would you suddenly want to be discharged? Are you fully recovered? Did
something happen these past few days?"
Her casually given reason coincidentally struck a nerve in me. My heart skipped a beat, and I
suddenly became tense.
Thump!
On the spot, I desperately wanted to speak the truth, but it was stuck in my throat, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't utter a word.
It was as if an invisible hand had gripped my throat just as I was about to let loose, making it difficult to breathe.
"Oh... um... I..." My timid tone was completely different from my usual self. "...This, that
... I... now..."
In an instant, although my wife didn't understand my reaction, she seemed to know what I wanted to say—it must be something important
. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she reassured me,
"It's okay, I'm your wife. What can't you tell me?"
Her slender hands tightly grasped my slightly trembling hands, placing them to her lips and giving the back of my hand a reassuring kiss
, silently encouraging me. This gesture gradually restored my rationality and composure,
calming my turmoil and dispelling the image of Yang Youxuan and Wan Ning's moans from my mind. I felt a little better
.
"I... I just feel like I've been resting for too long and want to go back home." I concealed my true feelings,
answering half-truthfully, "You know, being alone in a sanatorium is really lonely..."
But my core purpose was to escape Yang Youxuan and get away from this environment.
Although the game he proposed intrigued me, and I didn't even know how to refuse; moreover,
the conditions he offered were incredibly exciting and tempting; especially since I was alone here at the moment,
without any worries about jeopardizing my marriage or family.
Besides, I don't know why I trusted Yang Youxuan's character, certain he wouldn't do anything underhanded…
but this whole thing was just too absurd! Completely detached from reality, it was leading me
into some unknown, bizarre realm.
I had no idea why he chose me.
The feeling of being manipulated by someone else filled me with dread and indescribable fear. Rather than this,
I'd rather not participate in his game and just have a peaceful life.
"But darling, are you sure you've fully recovered?" Xianglian voiced her concern.
Her expression clearly told me she couldn't bear to face the devastating news of my sudden collapse again. At the same time
, tears welled up in her eyes. She seemed to remember my last bout of dizziness and suddenly said sadly,
"Yu-xi and I are really worried about you..."
A bitter taste slowly spread in my mouth.
I understood their worries, and I knew my current physical condition hadn't fully recovered.
I had no idea whether this unknown illness would recur.
No doctor could say for sure if I would wake up after fainting again.
But... I still wanted to leave!
Holding my wife's hand tightly, I finally made up my mind and said,
"Yes, I want to be discharged, the sooner the better."
Seeing my determination, Xiang-lian could only nod in agreement, compromising, "Okay... I'll
talk to Xiao-lan later and ask her to help us with the discharge procedures and pay the remaining fees. Then we can pack our
bags for home, okay?"
I hadn't forgotten that the Xiao-lan my wife mentioned, whose real name was Chen Yu-lan, was my wife's best friend who recommended this nursing home
. She's an administrative staff member here, in charge of cashier duties. It was thanks to her help that I had
the opportunity to escape the north and come to this tranquil place to recuperate.
Little did I know I'd run into this lunatic, Yang Youxuan…
"Thank you, wife." "
Hehe, we're an old married couple, don't be so formal."
Then, she turned to get her phone and purse, leaving the ward to handle the necessary paperwork for me.
*Thump!*
The door closed, leaving me alone again.
The depressed and foggy mood seemed to dissipate considerably with Xianglian's promise and her departure.
A strange, heavy weight in my heart quietly lifted.
I thought, once I leave here, life will return to normal, right?
Back to my previous state, a busy creative life, writing down what I love;
occasionally sharing my life through announcements, discussing my inner world, and promoting my ideals. And,
the simple and happy days with my wife and daughter will all return.
As for those exciting sexual experiences, let's just consider them a dream... a daytime, absurd, and frivolous erotic
dream.
After all, at forty-two years old, I understand very well that no matter how novel it is, it's only temporary
pleasure and unlikely to last. Furthermore, the enormous risks involved are definitely beyond my ability to
bear.
I don't want to ruin my current life and my happy family.
About half an hour later, Xianglian returned to my hospital room.
I didn't know if she had found Xiaolan, nor did I know if what I hoped for had been taken care of, but
judging from her expression, it was clear that the situation I longed for had gone perfectly, and she should have taken care of
all the relevant discharge procedures and fees.
"Wife, you're back."
"Yes." She walked to my side, as if taking credit, and said, "Luckily, Xiaolan stayed in the office to work overtime today and
hasn't gone home yet. So after I finished talking to her on the phone, I went straight to her office to ask her to take care of the relevant
matters for us. We can leave first thing tomorrow morning."
"That's great."
When the idea became a reality, my heart leaped with joy. I eagerly anticipated leaving the nursing
home the next morning and returning to my warm home.
We immediately began packing,
meticulously packing all the clothes and belongings I had used during my stay.
I discovered that the two large suitcases I had initially brought weren't nearly enough; they
far exceeded their internal space. This forced me to use regular plastic bags, requiring considerable extra
effort and time. As for large items like blankets and mattresses, I would have to carry them to the car by hand tomorrow morning.
"Huff...huff..." I panted.
Despite the heavy workload, I didn't feel any hardship, but rather a surge of anticipation and joy
, preparing to embrace tomorrow's life, like a new beginning. Even my wife was infected by my cheerful mood,
moving lightly without feeling tired. We chatted as we packed, discussing our plans for returning home.
"Honey, when Yuqian has her vacation, let's go on a family trip?"
"Great!" I readily agreed, then asked, "So, do you want to travel domestically or abroad?"
"Abroad," Xianglian suggested without hesitation. "How about Japan? Qianqian mentioned last time
that Hokkaido seems perfect for a family trip. We can eat delicious food, soak in hot springs, and have a five-day, four-night trip
. It should be so much fun."
"Okay, it's a deal."
"Mmm."
That night, I slept very well, the best I'd slept in a while. There were no worries, no fears
, and no shackles of that verbal agreement; it was a complete release of emptiness. Especially with Xianglian by my
side, I felt especially at ease.
The next day, the sky was clear and the sun was blazing.
I woke up before eight o'clock, and after washing up, I excitedly began packing my luggage, preparing to leave the
sanatorium.
I had thought that my departure would bring Yang Youxuan or the sex slave nurses, Wan Ning and Pei Qi, back into the picture, but
that wasn't the case. Since that day, these three had vanished without a trace, and even my
routine check-up partner had been replaced by a different team.
So, after today's final routine check-up and medication, I couldn't help but ask,
"Excuse me, where are those two nurses from before? Haven't they been working lately?"
One of the older nurses, seemingly assuming I had some kind of male lustful impulse towards these two
women who were probably her juniors, adopted a deadpan, businesslike demeanor and calmly replied,
"Starting Wednesday, it's their turn to take a break."
With that, she hurriedly packed up her equipment and, along with another nurse, quickly pushed the medical cart away.
"Zhe, are you saying goodbye to them?"
Xiang Lian, standing beside me, also asked the same question.
She had seen the two nursing classmates before, but wasn't very familiar with them. You might think I asked this question
to say goodbye and thank them for their care during this time.
Not at all! It's not like that at all…
I simply don't want to see them. I have to admit, their absence has kept
me on edge all day. It also avoids the awkwardness of meeting them.
Heaven knows what it will be like when I see them again?
Will it be the same as before…?
Absolutely not.
Because the seed of doubt has already been planted. Ever since I learned that injection containing "muscle relaxant" was given
, how can I trust their professional ethics? Will they follow Yang Youxuan's orders and
do those things to me again?
So, let me leave quietly! 　　Immediately
, my wife and I, carrying large bags of luggage, took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor.
Looking at the flawless, clean glass electric doors, my heart was pounding with joy . 　　My pace quickened, and the weight of my luggage seemed to grow lighter. 　　*Ding-clack!* 　　The glass door swung open. 　　I took a large step outside, feeling as if I had entered a different world, finally gaining long-lost freedom, my emotions too overwhelming to speak 　　. My body was calm, but my surging heart was bursting with excitement, wanting to shout to express my 　　feelings. 　　*Thud!* 　　A heavy step, carrying my sincere emotions, led me into the outside world. The sun shone brightly, the temperature was high, and 　　the rolling heat washed over my entire body, cleansing away all the unhealthy filth. 　　"Ah..." My mind relaxed as well. 　　Just then, I saw a man standing before me— 　　Yang Youxuan. 　　He wore a warm smile, like the sun, the corners of his mouth curving upwards, looking simple and cheerful, 　　like a young, naive lad. Just like when I first met him, easily gaining 　　the trust of others, approachable. 　　He waved and greeted me, 　　"Hello, Brother Qin Zhe, need any help?" 　　A simple greeting instantly plunged me into the deepest abyss of hell. The scorching air seemed to freeze, 　　turning into a chilling frost in an instant. My teeth began to chatter, and I trembled uncontrollably. I could even feel my rushing 　　blood congealing, my hands and feet gradually growing cold. 　　Then, everything before my eyes distorted and warped, as if swallowed by a black hole; all color 　　vanished from my vision; the noisy cicadas' chirping seemed to have been silenced, a profound stillness. The oxygen in my nasal cavity 　　was inexplicably blocked, making it difficult to breathe. 　　Finally, my limbs went limp, losing all support, and I watched my luggage fall uncontrollably. Even my own body 　　swayed, about to collapse. 　　"..." I tried to speak, but no sound came out. 　　My consciousness shattered into fragments; the last thing I saw was Yang Youxuan's smile. 　　Chapter Five 　　The high-hanging bright moon, obscured by shadows, formed a pleasing crescent shape, much like people's smiling faces.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but smile; I'm easily infected by such a sight. The clean, silvery light bathed me, enveloping me,
cool and refreshing, leaving no spot untouched.
Where...where am I?
I feel like I've forgotten something...something very important. Yet, I
can't remember a thing...
Watching the shadow's trajectory gradually descend, the crescent moon transforming from a smiling face to a weeping one, I felt an involuntary
sadness, an indescribable heartache. This worried expression vaguely resembled someone very important in my life...
I really dislike seeing her like that.
I wanted to reach out and wipe away this sorrow, but found my limbs wouldn't obey me. Simple gestures
felt like carrying a thousand-pound burden, my arms unable to move freely.
What...is this happening?
It's like moving in a pool of water, the whole movement slowed down considerably, a sluggish, unfamiliar motion.
I struggled desperately, but to no avail. Though I didn't feel short of breath, I felt as if I couldn't catch my breath.
Hmm...uh...
then, I felt the surrounding environment shift from darkness to light, a blinding, radiant light that made me instinctively
squint, trying to avoid the unpleasant white light that rushed into my vision. At the same time, it felt as if countless unknown
things were attacking me from the light, each one penetrating my body.
There was no discomfort or pain, only vivid images flashing through my mind—
I am Qin Zhe, a mature man of forty-two.
I am a writer, writing about "marriage between men and women."
I have a wife and daughters named Xianglian and Yuqian.
I have a happy and fulfilling family, something I am proud of.
Then, a powerful force struck my back. A numbness shot through my spine, making me arch my back like a boiled shrimp
, springing upwards!
The crescent moon approaching, its original smiling curve gradually materializing.
Flesh and blood painted the face of a young man. Eyes, nose, lips, ears—nothing
was overlooked. His sculpted features revealed his unique aura—
cold, wicked, and arrogant.
…It was him.
Suddenly, I remembered the owner of that face.
Yang Youxuan.
Our eyes met, frozen in place. His faint smile didn't fade; instead, it felt like ice water had been poured over my head
, freezing me to the bone. I watched as he slowly raised his right hand, his thumb and middle finger touching, snapping
his fingers in front of me.
Snap!
"Hey, Brother Qin Zhe, I want to play a game with you."
His nonchalant tone was laced with malice. After those words, the sensual thrill of that day
replayed itself.
...Prostate massage inserted into the anus...The humiliating and submissive ejaculation...
...The masochistic attire beneath the nurse's uniform...The contrasting excitement...
...The M-shaped leg position with the woman on top of the man...The unrestrained ejaculation...
"I want to ask you to help me train women, how about it?"
The irresistible question completely overwhelmed me. In an instant, he swelled endlessly before me
, easily crushing my gradually shrinking body. The obvious strength seemed to threaten to devour me at any moment.
A deep fear welled up within me, and I couldn't muster any courage.
Yang Youxuan's massive hand grabbed me, kneading me in his palm, and he chuckled ambiguously:
"Heh. You...can't escape."
It felt like a flattened aluminum can, causing me to cry out in pain:
"Whoa!"
I regained consciousness.
The white light abruptly faded, and the surrounding scenery gradually became clear. The scene before me was a clean, airtight window,
a pristine white room, and the soft, comfortable bed I'd grown accustomed to lying on for so long—a clear indication of where I was.
"Husband, are you alright?" she called anxiously.
The voice was familiar; it was my beloved wife, Xianglian's, signature voice. She stood frozen to my left,
her expression one of disbelief. Her once jet-black hair was disheveled, streaked with gray; her face was pale and haggard,
her eyes bloodshot, her lips dry and parched; she was thinner than I remembered, her face filled with worry.
"Dad!"
This time it was Yuqian, her voice brimming with joy and excitement. She was to my right,
rushing towards me without a word and embracing me tightly. She was clearly exhausted, having rushed
here in a hurry.
Even now, the image of my confrontation with Yang Youxuan still lingered in my mind
… Was that just a dream?
...Okay, what a vivid nightmare...
Before I could even process it, I heard another person speak. A kind, warm, and energetic voice,
filled with genuine concern, said,
"That's great, Brother Qin Zhe. You're finally awake."
The moment those words left my lips, a chill ran down my spine. Like an animal encountering its natural enemy, my body stiffened and
trembled uncontrollably. I knew who the voice belonged to—the evil man from my dream.
...Besides dreams, is reality also going to torment me again and again?!
He stood before me, his eyes sparkling with a smile.
I looked at Yang Youxuan silently, unable to muster the will to resist him. Just then, I noticed my
wife and daughter on either side, and a surge of courage welled up from within, dispelling my fear and cowardice, allowing my mind to cool down, and enabling
me to face him rationally and calmly.
"Feeling any better?" he continued.
"Hmm," I replied calmly. "Thank you for your concern."
"In that case, I'll leave now, so as not to disturb your rest."
Yang Youxuan had no intention of staying. After saying goodbye to his wife and daughter, he turned and left.
The room, now just the three of us, was instantly filled with a warm, happy feeling. It felt like the last time our whole family was
together was many years ago. Yet, it had only been a little over a month…
"Wife…" I cleared my throat; my mouth was extremely dry, and my voice was hoarse, probably from being unconscious for so long:
"…How long have I been unconscious?"
"Hmm... much better than last time." Xianglian said, half-jokingly, probably to comfort me. "It's only
been five days since you fainted. Today is Thursday."
"Really...?"
My chaotic mind was filled with fragments of memories, some clear, some blurry. I vaguely recalled
the last scene before I fainted: the glass door on the first floor of the sanatorium... then I met that man and
collapsed.
It was him!
Was it him again?!
"Dad!" Before I could sort out my chaotic thoughts, Yuqian interrupted me, saying, "This time, you're not allowed to be willful anymore
."
She released my hug, put her hands on her hips, and said sadly and dissatisfiedly,
"Look at you, you're not even fully recovered, and you're already in a hurry to be discharged!"
She was almost pointing her finger at me angrily.
"...I just stepped out the door and immediately collapsed." Yuqian's cute face pretended to grin as she
said to me, "I was so scared that I almost fainted too..."
As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Seeing my precious daughter's outburst, I immediately apologized to soothe her. However,
the dryness in my throat made my voice hoarse, and I couldn't even speak clearly.
"Okay, honey," my wife quickly stepped in to smooth things over, "Let your dad drink some water and get some rest.
If you want to scold him, wait until he's feeling better."
Xianglian thoughtfully handed me a glass of warm water so that I could replenish my fluids after just waking up.
Then, it was her turn to lecture me:
"If I had known, I shouldn't have agreed to you. My momentary soft-heartedness almost cost me several months of my life.
You have no idea, when you fainted, I almost fainted too..."
Yuqian, who had just been crying and complaining, turned to gloating and secretly covered her mouth, giggling.
"Did you even hear me?! You're the only man in our family..." My wife said, tears streaming down her face.
"...What will Yuqian and I do without you?"
Caught off guard by the double attack from my wife and daughter, I could only apologize and offer comfort. They even demanded I swear
an oath, sign an unequal treaty, and promise never to let the same thing happen again before they'd let me off the hook.
And so, the three of us enjoyed a long-awaited period of warmth until Sunday noon, when we reluctantly
parted ways, returning to our respective schedules, promising to meet again next week.
That night, at midnight, in the
dead of night, perhaps because I'd been unconscious for so many days, my body still felt tired and sore, but my mind was surprisingly
full. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep, and couldn't help but feel restless.
So, I got up, sat up, turned on the TV, and browsed aimlessly. The numbers on the screen went from small to large, then from large to
small—all boring programs. Several channels were filled with political commentary, drowning out pointless
discussions, with the commentators smugly boasting about their pronouncements.
The entertainment channels were also filled with talk of men and women, revealing their bedroom secrets
or betraying their friends' secrets—utterly unoriginal.
Watching, I grew increasingly bored…
Although politics isn't my forte, my knowledge of relationships is extensive.
So, for any issue discussed on television, just mentioning a keyword is enough for me to intuitively find
answers and insights.
Of course, people are diverse, and my ideas or solutions might not always lead to a satisfactory conclusion.
Suddenly… a series of events flashed through my mind after I met Yang Youxuan. Especially
his shocking true colors during the day, revealing his genuine behavior and attitude, and his interactions with the nurse classmates—
far exceeding my understanding, escalating to a point of complete control.
What could possibly make a woman so devoted to him? Willing to be his sex slave,
to be played with however he pleases?
...Is it money?
Selling one's body and soul for money is simply impossible to me.
...Is it power?
But even the greatest power cannot deprive a person of their freedom.
This question suddenly held a fatal attraction for me. Like a bookworm who has acquired a novel of millions of words
, unable to stop until every single word is read; or a detective facing an unsolvable locked-room mystery,
determined to solve it even if it means neglecting sleep and meals.
Applying this to me, the interaction model between men and women is an irresistible temptation. What
combination of elements could produce such a strong restraining reaction, beyond the shackles of the real world, creating
a situation similar to those in novels, movies, and paintings?
For me, even if the answer is poisonous, I want to taste it...
...Oh my god! Why are such bizarre thoughts popping into my head?
Feeling fear at this out-of-the-way idea, I quickly roused myself and brought my abnormal impulse to a
halt. Without thinking, I grabbed the remote and turned off the incessantly broadcasting television.
*Bang!*
The screen went dark again, as if nothing had happened.
"Phew…" I let out a deep breath.
I tried my best to expel the thoughts that shouldn't exist. And I kept telling myself:
I'm a normal person.
I'm a normal person.
I'm a normal person. I'm a normal person. I'm a normal person.
The rhythmic, hypnotic phrases gradually stabilized my emotions, bringing a touch of drowsiness,
allowing my tense body to slowly relax, and my consciousness finally began to blur…
Just then, a sound that would send chills down my spine in the dead of night suddenly rang out.
*Crunch—*
It was the scraping sound of the hospital room door being opened.
The metal hinges rattled the wooden door, the volume low but unusually clear. It was like a pure white canvas stained with
black ink, completely jarring, causing all the hairs on my body to stand on end.
"Who's there!" I shouted warily, staring at the doorway.
His tone was stern, clearly threatening. I must say, anyone coming to my room at this hour should be...
They weren't exactly benevolent people! Even nursing staff wouldn't show up at this hour. Besides, I hadn't touched
the call button.
More importantly, ever since that steamy sex scene during the day, I'd been a bit paranoid and overly sensitive
.
My hands instinctively clenched into fists, just in case.
To my surprise, I noticed the corridor outside was completely dark, without a single ray
of light. The warm yellow lights that usually hung on the walls were strangely absent, showing no signs of being powered.
...What...what's going on?
A slightly warmer temperature than inside rushed in, a gentle breeze caressing my face, making me more focused,
ready to deal with any unforeseen situation that might arise at any moment. My eyes widened, staring at the doorway, without uttering
a word.
But...nothing happened, only silence.
The few minutes of waiting felt like an eternity. The fear of the unknown stretched my senses
. The concentration I had just gathered gradually dissipated with time.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump—thump—
my rapid, frantic heartbeat then slowed and calmed. The silent, deep darkness seemed to mock my unfounded tension
.
A heart that had been hanging in mid-air slowly settled down.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
The unseen footsteps caused my easing fear to rise again.
Suddenly, a pair of jet-black pointed leather shoes appeared in the halo of light from my room's lamp at the doorway.
They were smooth and shiny.
Then, a figure appeared, wearing a black tailcoat with a white shirt underneath and
a red bow tie around the neck, like a waiter, fading out of the darkness of the corridor and into my brightly lit room
.
...It had feet; it must be a person.
It was a woman's face I had never seen before, sculpted with beautiful and deep features, instantly captivating my
gaze, making it impossible to look away.
Her jet-black, straight hair was tied into a high, elegant ponytail, exuding a refined and ethereal beauty.
It was a stroke of genius, perfectly complementing her model-like figure: full breasts, a slender waist, rounded
hips, and straight thighs, elevating her features and creating a unique charm.
Unfortunately, her expression was a major flaw. Her moist lips were silent, her mouth flat, and her bright eyes were cold and
indifferent, as if nothing held any appeal for her, like a cold fortress, resisting anyone's
approach.
She slowly extended her right hand, fingers together, palm facing upward; her left hand rested on her waist, the same gesture.
With a slight bow, she solemnly and respectfully invited me, saying,
"Mr. Qin Zhe, the host invites you."
Although her attitude was neither servile nor overbearing, polite and courteous, it couldn't change the underlying meaning in her tone—an unyielding refusal.
It seemed that if I refused, she would resort to force to compel me to comply.
"You...who are you?" I stammered.
She didn't answer my question, but instead took two steps towards me, closing the distance between us.
Tap! Tap!
The heavy footsteps stirred an invisible aura emanating from her, threatening and
attacking me. Then, she said again:
"Mr. Qin Zhe, the master invites you."
A second invitation.
Her tone was flat and flat, her cold voice lacking the solemnity of the first time. The same posture and gesture,
her outstretched right hand less than a few steps away from me.
...What! Who, who wants to invite me?
The unbelievable and bizarre scene instantly made my adrenaline surge. Under her strange behavior, I
slowly got out of bed, my still-recovering body supporting me, forming a standoff across the hospital bed.
My mind raced, trying to figure out the reason for the situation.
I'd never met this woman before, so she must have gotten her information about me from someone else…
From her words, it seemed her "master" wanted to invite me…
probably… to a designated location…
My writer's associative abilities pieced together the fragmented information into a coherent logical
deduction. However, there was too much unknown information, like a jigsaw puzzle with only a few pieces I couldn't understand.
*Tap! Tap!*
She took two more steps closer, bringing us to the sides of the hospital bed.
"Mr. Qin Zhe, your master invites you." This was her third time speaking tonight.
The same invitation, but her tone shifted from respectful to cold. Especially her eyes, as if she wanted to kill me
, to atone for my stubbornness.
"…" I remained silent, just watching her.
Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, her expression changed as quickly as flipping through a book, revealing an "I knew it" look before she
withdrew her right hand and turned away, as if her invitation to me had never happened.
*Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!* Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
The rapid footsteps led her figure through the doorway and disappeared into the dark corridor, leaving
me completely bewildered.
As if possessed, without a second thought, I followed her out of the room and into the unknown darkness…
Turning
left and right, relying solely on the sound of her footsteps, I silently followed.
There was no reason; a voice inside me simply told me:
follow her, follow her…
This agonizing curiosity seemed to constantly urge me to keep up with her pace. Otherwise,
I might lose something important. A stubbornness from the depths of my soul drove my body
forward.
Throughout the journey, she walked steadily and without hesitation in the darkness, her steps measured and unhurried. Behind her
, relying on her faint, indistinct silhouette, I reached the stairwell, ascended, and
unknowingly arrived at the top floor of the sanatorium.
To my surprise, this floor had only one double door, framed with metal rivets, with a heavy frame in the middle.
The dark brown leather cushions, resembling the soundproof doors of a movie theater, were my immediate impression.
*Crack!*
The door in front of me opened inwards, and faint light and sound immediately emanated from within. I couldn't help but wonder if
something was happening inside.
Suddenly, a terrifying memory surfaced
… Wan Ning and Pei Qi's sadistic feast…
A similar situation, a different setting, this time from the lounge to here. But that involuntary
, captivating magic once again lured me to follow the guidance here.
Could it be… that the "master" she spoke of was Yang Youxuan?
Yes, absolutely!
Immediately, I decisively turned around.
Little did I know, the moment my brain's command reached my body, another strong external force interfered with my actions,
catching me off guard.
"Ouch!" I cried out in pain.
I felt my right arm being quickly and forcefully twisted behind my back, an indescribable tearing pain robbing
me of control over my body. From my shoulder to my elbow, even my wrist, my fragile joints were bent to their limit
, causing excruciating pain.
"Who is it?! Let...let me go..." I instinctively resisted.
I twisted and struggled, only to find that the unknown person behind me was prepared. Five fingers gripped my left shoulder,
easily immobilizing me and causing even more intense pain.
"Ugh...ah...ahhh..."
Then, a mature woman's voice said mischievously,
"Trying to leave? Too late."
My back stiffened, and I was forced forward, unable to resist. I was then forced through the door and
inside.
The interior, just as I had guessed, was a small performance hall designed like a movie theater. The slightly sloping
space had no seats, and it was deserted. At the front was a high wooden stage, and at the back was a
large projection screen; it looked fully equipped.
*Snap! Snap!*
Just as I stepped into the performance hall, the lights above the wooden stage at the front came on, casting two beams
of yellow light that shone from the left and right onto the center, revealing the figure of a man sitting upright,
his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together, his chin resting on the web between his thumb and forefinger. He wore plain-colored patient
clothing and indoor slippers, a stark contrast to his appearance.
He slowly raised his head, the light blurring his features. But a voice I will never forget
spoke to me:
"Brother Qin Zhe, welcome."
It was him, that devilish, mentally ill man.

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