Deep love for his wife

It's been over a year since my promotion, and the workload has gradually become heavier. The new position is a hot potato; some have left their hometowns, others have taken on new roles. Because I'm dealing with major domestic clients, every meeting doesn't start with contracts or plans, but with romantic encounters. It's not just about fine food and drink, but also about various pleasantries. Eating, drinking, and having fun are no longer just about entertainment; they're about multi-million dollar contracts and my deteriorating health. My promotion, to put it bluntly, has made me like a tour leader responsible for leading groups to brothels.
"Mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—"
I'm taking advantage of this promotion to combine work with entertainment. In the beginning, there was a constant stream of new and exciting experiences. To please the VIPs, I used married women, mature women, young beauties, and even foreign prostitutes—each encounter was arousing.
"Mmm—mmm—mmm, mmm—"
But, after a while, men gradually learn to behave. They'll try to avoid it if possible, and if they can't, it's only once or twice. Because whenever I think about my beautiful wife waiting for me to come home, my heart feels uneasy. Ultimately, no matter how lush the trees or how vibrant the flowers in a bustling world, it can't compare to my own little garden. No matter how luxurious or grand the nightclub, it can't compare to the warm doghouse at home.
"Mmm, mmm—mmm—mmm, mmm—"
Moreover, speaking of appearances, my wife, Xiaoyao, was one of the most beautiful girls in university back then. She was multi-talented, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, especially her piano playing—she looked like a fairy from another time. And she had an incredibly well-proportioned figure; her C-cup breasts were particularly eye-catching on her petite frame. Those teardrop-shaped, pink nipples—I dare say no man could resist getting an erection upon seeing them? Thinking back to before I even won her over, my classmates secretly kept photos of Xiaoyao—spring rain, summer coolness, autumn skirts, winter stockings—all used as targets in their masturbation games.
"Mmm-hmm—mmm, mmm—"
I remember the elation I felt when I finally won her over, when she agreed, and when we started dating. But compared to that feeling, it paled in comparison to the first time I made love with Xiaoyao.
"Uh, mmm—mmm, ah—ah—"
I remember every detail of that night: our first kiss, her shyness, her breath—all vividly etched in my memory. The first time I buried my face in her breasts, that milky scent, that soft texture, remains fresh and new. The first time I tasted her vulva, the salty, pungent aroma, all became an aphrodisiac. The first time I entered her body, hum… "Ah, cough—cough, mmm—mmm—"
The first time I entered her body, that tightness, that squeezing… and that coldness—these sensations remain unchanged to this day.
"Hmm, hmm—did you go drinking again today to see guests? Hmm—" "...Yes, just a little."
"You drank quite a bit, didn't you? Hmm—after you're done, I'll give you, hmm—some hangover medicine, hmm—okay?"
"Uh…" Here we go again—she's about to start her incessant nagging again—to maintain my arousal, I had no choice but to kiss her, so that Xiaoyao wouldn't have a chance to speak. Then I closed my eyes, stirring her mouth while feeling her body temperature, and buried myself in this little hole that I've fucked a thousand times and it's still so dry.
"Hmm—hmm—hmm—hmm—hmm—hmm—hmm—hmm—" The harder I fucked, the more monotonous and boring Xiaoyao's moans became…or, all along, her moans weren't naturally produced because she was aroused. Instead, it was like being tapped, a dull sound that naturally came out of her mouth, though it didn't hurt or itch. Or perhaps it was just because she saw me sweating profusely, a forced attempt at flattery, much like how I've been entertaining VIPs for the past six months—playing to their liking, a feigned compliance to avoid spoiling their enjoyment.
"Mmm, mmm—ah!" Her moans, as my semen ejaculated, turned into panting and everyday speech. "Ugh, ugh… are you done? Want to shower together?" Sex was no longer a grand event, but merely a leftover.
"Ugh… no, I want to have a cigarette first."
"If you smoke…"
"I'll go to the kitchen… with the exhaust fan on, right?" Before Xiaoyao could finish, I cleaned myself up and grabbed my shorts, heading outside. As I left the bedroom, Ana's graceful figure had already entered the bathroom, washing her body as usual, washing away the bodily fluids and sweat I'd left on her.
When we got married, my friends often said I was sexually fortunate, having won over the most beautiful girl in college and married her. Having a beautiful wife at home, the thing I looked forward to most every day was getting home as soon as possible so I could ride on top of her and make love... There was a time when I deeply believed I was the luckiest person in the world! But outsiders will never know my loneliness. They will never know what it's like to have a beautiful inflatable doll at home—no matter how you do it, gently or roughly, she's just a cold inflatable doll.
Making love with a woman who is sexually frigid isn't making love; it's like having sex with an inflatable doll.
And what about making love with a beautiful woman who is sexually frigid? At most, it's just the feeling of having sex with a pleasing inflatable doll, isn't it?
When we first met, she wouldn't tell me, so I naturally didn't know. Even after we started dating and had sex, I gradually figured it out. It wasn't until we were discussing marriage that Xiaoyao, under my combined pressure and persuasion, finally confessed that she was sexually frigid. But back then, I was a naive young man who still believed love could conquer all difficulties. I believed in myself and in the love between us, that I could slowly change Xiaoyao's body.
Shh—what a naive thought!
If love can't change things, how could sex possibly?
We dated for five years and were married for two, and during that time, our so-called love and affection remained largely unchanged for almost a decade. Xiaoyao responded to my ever-changing positions with the same unchanging routine. Occasionally, when she saw I was tired, she would turn over so I could enter from behind, otherwise it was always the missionary position. If the position was like this, what about other things, like oral sex? My ratio with hers was ten to one, or even more. Back then, to get her emotionally involved, I would lick her genitals until my mouth was dry, and then I was complained about for licking her until her skin was almost raw. Even worse, her response to caresses wasn't shyness, but rather a feeling of being harassed and disgusted.
The so-called three-year baby-making plan is all talk and no action. And, counting, it's been seven years, the so-called seven-year itch… I just want to say, I've never been truly satisfied. My enthusiasm is met with her resistance, my indifference with her acceptance, my acceptance with her relaxation. Now, the more I act like I'm only seeking pure physical release, the more relaxed she becomes.
Faced with her polite yet disrespectful attitude, I'm truly discouraged; the baby-making plan is just a pipe dream… because this isn't what sex is about, nor is it the atmosphere that a husband and wife should have in bed. I don't want to treat my beloved wife like a prostitute picked up anywhere, I don't want her to be just a tool for me to release my physical desires, I don't want sex to degenerate into a crude affair where both of us just want to finish quickly… But Xiaoyao seems happy to accept being just a woman lying in bed making monotonous moans.
"Hey." A gentle voice called out, and Xiaoyao, her hair slightly damp, peeked into the kitchen, smiling as she said, "Have you finished smoking?
It's late, you should go take a shower! You've been working all day, and you're all sweaty... You idiot, are you spacing out? What are you thinking about?" "
Uh...nothing."
"You drank a lot, didn't you? Want some hangover medicine?"
"No, no, I...I'm going to take a shower now."
"Hmph, are you complaining about my nagging again?" With that, Xiaoyao suddenly hugged me and gave me a sweet kiss, jokingly saying, "Make sure you're clean, and don't forget to brush your teeth properly! Drinking and smoking, your breath smells terrible." I know Xiaoyao loves me very much; that's something I'll never doubt.
There's love between us, but… the only thing we don't have is sex.
——————————————————————————————————————— "Dear esteemed guests, let's have a good time tonight! Take your time!" My job is like that of a groom, finding the best horses for our distinguished guests, ensuring they have a thoroughly enjoyable evening. Only after welcoming each guest and their respective companions into their cars did my work come to an end. From the very beginning of the cooperation agreement negotiations, we've never discussed formalities, but rather how to indulge in romance and pleasure.
"Brother Zheng, where's my companion?" Even after seeing off the distinguished guests, a hostess was still waiting by my side. She was probably in her early twenties, and her name was Xiao Ai. Whenever I chose this upscale nightclub, I would specifically request her as my hostess. I was drawn to her easygoing and innocent nature, and she was even suitable as a gift or for personal use. She had an innocent face, but her makeup was glamorous and worldly. Her petite body had a large bust that couldn't be grasped in one hand, and a wet, inviting vagina that would easily become wet with desire. She was very easy to fuck. Moreover, she was very easy to fool at her age. As long as I played on her emotions, she would believe me and would do anything... all sorts of positions, unprotected sex, her first time anal sex, and even bringing a good friend to give me a free threesome.
"I told you I have kidney deficiency... I can't do it."
"Oh! Who would believe your lie! Every time you come, you insist on having someone sit with you, but lately you haven't gone to a hotel with anyone! At most, I won't charge you this time, and I'll even pay for the room! Tonight you have to..." She grabbed my arm desperately, pressing her soft breasts against me, her excitement unspeakable.
"Stop bothering me... Ugh! Anyway, not tonight! Let's do it next time, okay?" I pushed her away, jumped into a taxi, and left this place of pleasure without another word.
Don't ask me why I turned down Xiao Ai's enthusiasm, why I wouldn't take what was offered to me for free, I don't even know myself... In the past year, taking advantage of my work, I've had enough fun. Things I'd never imagined, things I'd only seen in porn, as long as I could pay, girls would do them all with me.
And because of this whole melting pot, I've learned a lot. For example, you don't necessarily need romance to get a girl into the mood. You don't necessarily need technique to make a girl lose her mind. You don't necessarily need gentleness to make a girl accept a different kind of roughness. You don't necessarily need to cooperate, a girl can moan and scream wantonly when she's aroused...
My current struggle isn't because I've had enough fun, I know I'm still as strong and vigorous as ever. I struggle because of my wife at home, the wife who has never truly satisfied me, who has gradually become a heavy burden clinging to me.
The more I enjoy myself outside, the emptier I feel when I return home… These feelings are not just simple guilt, but a deep sense of despair. I ask myself, of all the women I've been with, not one has failed to give me a good time and satisfy my desires. But looking back at the beautiful vase at home, all my efforts are like a river flowing eastward , irretrievable.
It's past midnight when I get home, the lights are off, and it's quiet. I drag my tired body to my study… To call it a study is a bit of a stretch. It's just a small workspace partitioned off from the storage room, where I keep my computer, work-related documents, and quite a few books. On the other side is our bedroom, a wall and a door separating us from unnecessary distractions. Whether it's working, playing games, or even browsing pornographic websites, it's a good barrier.
"Hehe—"
"Hmm?"
"Are you back?" I pushed open the door, and there was Xiaoyao's pretty face, of course. She glanced at my desk and said, "Are you working tonight?"
"Yeah, right...Aren't you asleep yet?" When asked directly, I picked up my briefcase again, which I had just put down, and pretended to pull out some documents.
"Did you drink a lot again?" In the dim light, Xiaoyao's beauty seemed to have returned to its former glory, with a kind of alluring charm.
"Uh, it's okay...The restaurant tonight was pretty bad, so we didn't drink much." "Want some hangover medicine? No, I'll just make you a cup of ginseng tea instead. You'll be working a bit longer tonight anyway." With that, Xiaoyao glared at me and then disappeared through the crack in the door. After a while, when Xiaoyao returned, she brought me a cup of ginseng tea with a pungent smell.
"Uh, thank you."
"Don't work too late... Also, remember to dry your hair properly after showering, otherwise you'll have a headache when you wake up.
" As she spoke, she placed her hands on my desk, leaned down, and her beautiful cleavage in her tank top was suddenly revealed before my eyes. Then she gave me a goodnight kiss and whispered, "I'm going to sleep now, goodnight." Xiaoyao doesn't have a full-time job, but her schedule is always well-organized. Now she occasionally accepts invitations from relatives and friends to work part-time as a piano teacher or tutor students. Otherwise, she is basically a full-time housewife.
The door closed, Xiaoyao left, and my small space became quiet again... Work? Tsk, judging from the current progress, these documents are still just a pile of waste paper. Not work? But what else is there to do now? At this time, those three or four distinguished guests should have already entered the room... no, the more audacious ones have probably already started their activities! So, somewhere in the same space and time, some people are probably doing some pleasurable things. Kneading her responsive body, pounding her overflowing, wet pussy, listening to her arousing moans, enjoying the lewd pleasure.
Tsk!
I should have known better than to refuse her advances!
It's better not to think about it, but once I do, her face flushed red from my fucking, her seductive moans, and that increasingly wet pussy—all so vivid in my mind, and my own reaction so real.
So, what if I sneaked into the bedroom and…
tsk!
And then what? Having sex with a vase? Not only that, but whenever she speaks—asking if I'm tired, if I need a rest, how bad my work was today, what I want for breakfast tomorrow, if I want to change the bed… ugh! That's fucking awful! Just thinking about it makes my thing go soft.
The computer was on, and staring intently at the neat desktop, I suddenly fell into deep thought… no, actually I wasn't thinking about anything; I just couldn't help but let my mind wander.
Then, a strange impulse struck me, and I opened my browser, habitually opening a pornographic website, scanning through the cover screenshots of hundreds of short videos—Yay! Found it! No wonder I always felt this actress looked familiar when I watched her videos before; it was because Xiao Ai looked somewhat similar to her! Of course, the two exuded somewhat extreme images. Although Xiao Ai looked innocent, she drank too much, and her makeup was too heavy, making it impossible for her to shake off the air of a woman of the night.
Conversely, this actress's cover photos were always professionally made up and edited, beautiful and radiant, but in a more approachable way.
Okay! This will be my side dish tonight!
I clicked on the video, and to avoid wasting any of my impulsive efforts, I promptly adjusted the timeline to better immerse myself in the experience.
The camera shifts to an outdoor hot spring, seemingly filmed from a distance. The actress, who looks remarkably like Ai, is wrapped in a large white towel, her entire body immersed in the steaming hot spring. On the other side, a man sits with his back to the camera, lying there motionless like a lord. After a few seconds of confirmation that the scene hadn't officially started yet, the timeline is pulled back again.
The camera shifts again, and the man is now close to the actress, seemingly entangled, yet somewhat dragging his feet. However, the actress's expression is worth noting. Perhaps because of the open-air hot spring, she appears somewhat shy, flustered, and resistant, constantly glancing around, seemingly both welcoming and resisting, yet constantly avoiding the man's advances, growing more distant the closer he gets… Hmph! If that little Ai were to play this game with me now, I'd definitely tie her up and give her a good lesson!
Of course, the man wouldn't let her off easily—otherwise, this wouldn't be a pornographic film! With delicate movements, he slowly caresses the flustered actress, grabbing her large towel and slowly pulling it down. Although their faces are similar, in terms of breasts, the little Ai's are definitely bigger! The man gently brushes his hand over her erect nipple, and instantly, the actress's entire body convulses and trembles, as if expressing that her delicate body cannot withstand such abnormal stimulation.
Then…
“Madam, your nipples are hard.”
Tsk! Fuck you! Who are these bored people who have nothing better to do than add translated dialogue to Japanese porn videos?
The actress's previous coy resistance seemed to have reached another level after the man wantonly fondled her breasts. Her previously disdainful expression now seemed to have turned into irresistible desire, but being in an open-air hot spring with her breasts exposed like this made her feel ashamed and timid… Thinking back, this actress's expression at that moment never seemed to have appeared on Xiao Ai. But thinking about it, it makes sense; Xiao Ai makes a living in this industry and is used to always wearing revealing clothes in public and private.
Then, the usual scene in porn videos unfolded: the man buried his face in the actress's genitals and gave her oral sex… Hmm? I thought the camera would at least zoom in a bit, even with those annoying grids, at least let the audience see what was happening under the actress's body. The camera lingered on the actress's face. Although she was enjoying oral sex, her expression was complex—a mixture of pleasure and tension, constantly glancing around and suppressing any moans of pleasure from her mouth.
…Fuck you!
If it feels so good, why the hell doesn't she scream?!
Then, another inevitable scene unfolded! The actress performed oral sex on the man—watching this obscene scene, my penis finally became erect again.
Fuck you! Just now she was so hesitant, but now that she's aroused, she's willingly opening her mouth to take the man's penis in. What a pretentious bitch! If that girl Ai were like you, pulling all these tricks, I'd beat her until she begged for mercy with my penis! Look at you, not content with just your mouth, you even used your hand with the wedding ring to stroke this man…?
Hmm, what's wrong?
Then…
right, the actress was helped to sit down by the railing, spread her legs, and willingly exposed her pubic area covered in censorship.
In no time, the man, holding her waist and hips, thrust into her without any resistance…and then, my consciousness only returned properly when the scene changed. It was inside a Japanese-style room, where a young man sat with only a laptop in front of him. The screen displayed exactly what I had just seen—the actress and the man having sex on an outdoor hot spring.
This abrupt scene, coupled with the abrupt translated dialogue, suddenly appeared.
“Mr. Naoki, have you been watching?”
“Yes, I’ve been watching.”
“So, how do you feel about finally achieving your wish of having your wife NTR’d?” “Very excited.” The man’s face was blurred, but you could still see his smile, both embarrassed and excited.
NTR’d?
Uh?
Huh?
As someone who works in a certain genre, of course I know what NTR means in Japanese! It's nothing more than the familiar "husband's presence," "stay-at-home wife," or "honeymoon wife" scenarios. But what does "being taken advantage of" even mean? Why does it mean fulfilling the desire to be taken advantage of? Hmph—I'm not just taking things out of context, but according to the translated meaning, does it mean that the husband willingly allows his beloved wife to be taken advantage of? That's absurd!
Although my mind was confused, the video continued to play… After the actress was penetrated and ejaculated inside by a man, she was then taken advantage of by two strangers who came later. I didn't see the details clearly, but in short, she was taken advantage of. But, she stopped because she was afraid of starting something. Faced with the repeated demands from strangers, the actress no longer acted accommodating but instead showed an expression of unsatisfied desire. That hand, adorned with a wedding ring, suddenly transformed into a jade arm, worn by countless men, draped around a stranger's neck, offering a warm, wet kiss, opening its vulva, swaying its hips, and welcoming the stranger's bodily fluids.
Then… after the last man finished, the young man, his image blurred, slowly entered the open-air hot spring. At this moment, the actress's behavior suddenly became flustered. She hastily wrapped herself in a large towel to cover herself, her head hanging low, her face a mixture of shame and cowardice. Her previous wantonness had turned into hesitation, unable to meet the young man's gaze directly.
"She's my wife," those abrupt, damned lines reappeared. "We're newlyweds, here for our honeymoon."
Crazy!
The thought flashed through my mind as I turned off the video. In a moment of utter oblivion, I downed the cooled ginseng tea in one gulp, the bittersweet aftertaste surging back. It
was bitter, but still not good!
Time for a bath! I should go take a shower!
Ugh! Hiding in the bathroom, facing the scalding hot shower, I was completely bewildered—only then did I realize this was my first time! If I had to say, this is the first time I don't want to type it out! Because it's too absurd!
Although, in the end, it's nothing more than the lust of this wretched body… However, thoughts dominate the body; it's hard, but then it cools down, and my thoughts still can't find peace. Even with the censorship, that person's face is truly disgusting! Even knowing it's a fucking pornographic video, even knowing it's just a fucking scripted routine, even knowing that the fucking actress's ring on her ring finger is just a fucking prop! I still can't accept this fucking disgusting video!
And then! What's even more fucking disgusting is, why, even though it wasn't censored! Why does it look so similar… but, why? Why is her image constantly lingering in my mind?
"Click—" I tapped the desk lightly and asked almost silently, "Michael, are you free tonight?" "...Yes, I'm free. What do you want?" Michael hesitated slightly as he pulled himself out of his game on his cell phone. He was a colleague who joined the company at the same time as me. I heard he was always working out, so his physique was quite impressive. To be honest, I could only sum up Michael's personality in his appearance. Nothing else. Even though we were about the same age and joined at the same time, I got promoted and a raise, and became his boss, while this good-for-nothing remained unambitious and stagnant.
"Want to go drinking tonight? Just the two of us."
"...Sure, but which place?"
"Uh..." After pretending to think for a moment, I readily agreed, "Xiao Ai's place, okay?" "Wow? That place is super expensive. A single bottle of wine costs over a thousand yuan. I..." "Don't worry, it's on me."
To get rid of this nascent trouble as soon as possible, after work I practically dragged Michael out of the office, took a taxi, and headed straight to the nightclub where Xiao Ai worked. When we arrived, I learned that Xiao Ai had already been booked by another customer and wasn't sure if she'd be available that night. Just as I was feeling anxious and unsure whether to stay or leave, Xiao Ai secretly slipped out and told the madam she specifically wanted me as her customer… Tsk! That girl! It's only customers who specify which girl they want,
not the other way around. Watching her and the madam bickering, I finally calmed down.
For Xiao Ai's sake, and to make sure the madam swallowed her anger, even if it was just Michael and me, even if I couldn't handle it, I still ordered three bottles of wine and two other hostesses.
Perhaps it was just my own preconceived notions, but I felt that Xiao Ai seemed more attractive to me today than ever before! Her alluring eyes, red lips, full breasts, and deep cleavage, her tone of voice, all captivated my thoughts. That night, Xiao Ai was naturally by my side, offering me a haven of tenderness and a taste of pleasure. Similarly, Michael was also completely absorbed in the experience, having two sexy beauties by his side. He would take a bite of grapes here and a bite of her fragrant breasts there, and before long, his crotch was shamelessly bulging.
In the midst of our drunken revelry, as usual, I suggested a new battleground. However, when the madam led the waiter in to pay the bill, I stated very clearly, "...Tonight we will only take Xiao Ai out." Everyone present—the madam, Xiao Ai, Michael, and even the other two hostesses—showed the same expression, dumbfounded. Of course, this wasn't some earth-shattering new idea; their stunned silence was simply because it wasn't my usual style.
As we left the nightclub, Michael seemed a little reluctant to let me go, holding Xiao Ai in his arms… It wasn't until he heard me ask him to get in the same car with us and go to the same place that he and Xiao Ai seemed to gradually understand my intentions, and then an unusual, deathly silence filled the car.
Ultimately, Xiao Ai and Michael were just a hostess and a customer; whose drinks she drank with, and whose he drank with, were not my decision. But they both knew my personality, especially that I always specifically requested Xiao Ai to accompany me, and that I had an unspoken, ambiguous relationship with her. Michael would never presume to usurp my place.
When we arrived at the hotel and saw the neatly made double bed, Xiao Ai finally became more reserved.
"Brother Zheng, what's gotten into you tonight? I wanted to..." Before Xiao Ai could finish speaking, I took off my suit jacket and said calmly, "I'll pay you double tonight, so... just act like you normally do when you're entertaining clients, don't worry about me." "It's not about the money! I just care about you! So, hey! What's been going on with you lately? Tell me what you've been up to..." The sudden sadness made Xiao Ai seem even more endearing! She jumped and kicked, her two mounds of white flesh on her chest reacting intensely, swaying wildly.
"Phew—" Faced with Xiao Ai's concerned inquiry, I just casually made up an excuse and said, "What's wrong? You didn't think I was going to leave you behind, did you? Don't worry, I'm in great shape tonight! You should be worried about whether your legs will be weak when you get up tomorrow! But, I just want you to treat my partner well first... Haven't you heard how tough Michael is?
He'll definitely make you scream for your parents."
"Uh, no, it's not like that, I..."
"He's my good partner. Since I joined the company, it's all thanks to his help that I've been able to get promoted and get a raise today... So I want you to treat him well." What I said was true, but it had been embellished beyond recognition—if it weren't for this good-for-nothing who didn't strive for anything and always put me at the bottom, my tireless efforts wouldn't have shone so brightly.
"Well..."
"Alright, alright, you two start first, I want to take a shower first." "Ah! If you want to shower, why don't you let someone help you..."
Before Xiao Ai could finish speaking, I said decisively, almost like an order, "I said you two start first." —————————————————————————————————————— Hiding in the bathroom, facing the scalding hot shower, I... was perfectly awake. To better enter the state of desire, I forced myself to recall all the possible scenes. It was open-air, in a hot spring, a man and a woman, shy, timid, wild, domineering, reserved, hesitant, looking around, afraid to speak up. Then it was getting down to business, spreading apart, kissing passionately, pleasurably, enjoying themselves, wearing wedding rings, hesitant, no, it was irresistible! One after another!
That's right!
That's when the actress was completely overwhelmed and confused!
Yes!
Right now, she was being fucked like this on the big bed outside!
"Ugh—ah, ahh—ahh, ahh—"
Shh—finally, it came! Those familiar, lewd moans!
Alright! It's time to come out!
Stepping out of the bathroom, she was greeted by the long-awaited obscene scene… The muscular Michael was entering Xiao Ai's body from behind, like a mad dog, gripping her waist and hips, vigorously thrusting his erect member into her.
At that moment, Xiao Ai was completely limp, her upper body hidden in the messy sheets. With each thrust, not only did the obscene fluids flow, but also Xiao Ai's moans and cries, so enchanting, so soul-stirring, so arousing!
"Ugh—ugh! Ugh, um—um ah—"
But what surprised me even more was that, as if she knew my script, when she saw me arrive, she inexplicably became reserved! Even after being fucked like this, she was still consciously ashamed in front of others, hiding her face! It was as if… as if I really was some important person to her, and she didn't want me to witness her lewd and obscene appearance. Damn it
! Tsk—she's just a hostess! Those jade arms have been slept on by a thousand men, that cunt has been fucked by a thousand men! And she still knows how to put on this expression?
"Ugh, ugh—no, umm, Brother Zheng—don't look, ahh, ah—" Just as I sat down on the edge of the bed, wanting to properly appreciate Xiao Ai's current lewd appearance, she suddenly propped herself up and, without saying a word, hugged me and gave me a passionate, wet kiss with loud smacking sounds—it was truly an unexpected thrill—all along, Xiao Ai and I had only had a one-on-one relationship, either me and her, or her and me, and even when we had a threesome, it was just her good friends she brought along. But now, right in front of me, she was being fucked so wantonly by another man, enjoying another man's thrusting while even actively throwing herself into my arms.
"Ugh, ah—ahhh, ahhh—ahhh, ahhh—" After the kiss, Xiao Ai looked even more obscene. Her brows were slightly furrowed, tears streaming down her face, her lips and tongue moist, extremely alluring. Not to mention her two huge breasts hanging on her chest, which, when she bent over, squeezed out an irresistible shape, hanging precariously, swaying, tempting one to pluck them.
As I touched those breasts, too big to hold in one hand, Xiao Ai touched my erect penis—our actions were anything but hesitant; I rubbed hers, she worked on mine, each busy with our own tasks. After holding back for most of the night—no, for a whole day and night—I finally received a much-desired and immense relief.
Just as Xiao Ai couldn't hold back any longer and opened her mouth to swallow my penis, that loser abruptly said, "Xiao Zheng! This woman is really easy to fuck! No wonder you always insist on her!"
"Tsk... um."
"If you hadn't spoken up tonight, I really wouldn't have dared to touch a single hair on your sister-in-law's head!" Huh?
Tch!
Fuck you—look! She's already swallowed my whole cock! And her mouth isn't enough, so she's using both hands too, stroking it vigorously! Fuck you! You're just a slutty whore! You call yourself a hostess, but to be honest, you're just a prostitute that any man can pay to have his way with! Fuck you! You didn't just listen to some random person and think you deserve the title of "sister-in-law," did you?
Work harder! Go deeper! Once I've ejaculated this time, after a short rest, I'll make you beg for mercy until you're screaming for your parents!
"Ah, ah—ah, so good, ah ah ah—ah, so good, ah ah—ah—" Probably because that loser started thrusting, Xiao Ai didn't care about my cock anymore, her mouth was open, and all she could do was moan. Her body trembled and swayed from the intense thrusting from behind, her large breasts swaying wildly, her dazed, pleasurable expression becoming increasingly pronounced—at this moment, Ai's appearance was truly indescribably pleasing to the eye! Just like that actress, a mixture of shame and unease, mingled with excitement and pleasure, revealing a lewd expression of verbal resistance coupled with an honest bodily response.
Only at this moment did a profound question casually pop into my mind—if this were Xiaoyao, how wonderful.
Crazy!
Ha!
Are you fucking crazy?!
Tsk
…crazy! Crazy! Crazy
! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Fuck you! Crazy
... Fuck you, I'm going crazy!
In the instant my thoughts cleared, my actions were faster than my ideas. With a flip and a grab, I pushed that loser aside and pinned Xiao Ai down! Then came a frenzied, mad thrusting, without technique, without tenderness, just like… right, like a prostitute! No romance, just the release of lust! Only after I've ejaculated will all this be over!
Yes! All this will be over!
"Ugh, ah—ahhh, ahhh—ahhh, ahhh—ahhh, ahhh—" Fuck your stinking cunt! Now that's more like it! Now that's more like it! I've made you happy, so you should moan like this! Hmph, you were just pretending, making excuses, but I only turned around, and you two were already having sex! And you still pretended to be innocent, moaning and hiding like you were afraid I'd see you… Tch! Slut! Fuck you slut!
"Ahhh—ah, Brother Zheng, ahhh—ah, it feels so good, ahhh—ah, I love it so much—ahhh, it feels so good—ah, I love it to death, Brother Zheng, ahhh, ahhh—" Having been fucked so hard, Xiao Ai was completely at my mercy, like meat on a chopping block. Hearing her lewd moans, watching her breasts sway, and feeling the intense pleasure from my penis, I was pushed to my peak! Preparing for the impending climax, I thrust into Xiao Ai's private parts with all my might.
But, just as I was getting really into it, that good-for-nothing came again… Look at his current background, it's truly disgusting! That idiotic look, that repulsive lapdog face, and that huge thing covered in clear fluid beneath me—everything about him made me feel nauseous and disgusted. If I hadn't said anything beforehand, I wouldn't have wanted to get involved with him at all, let alone let...
"Xiao Zheng, let's switch places. You do yours, I'll do mine!" Saying that, he climbed onto the headboard, adjusting his position while lewdly laughing, "You're really something! I almost came just now, and you pushed me away without saying a word... Well, seeing how much you enjoyed being sucked by her, I want to try her mouth too!" Hmm? No!
"No..."
Just as he hesitated, that little Ai... she had already offered her mouth, her red lips opening and closing, and that erect thing covered in countless filthy fluids was completely inside her.
"Oh, no what?"
"...Don't be polite."
"Hmm, hmm, tsk—hmm ah, tsk—tsk tsk, hmm ah, ah—" Tsk!
Her mouth was sucking someone else's penis, and she was moaning as she was enjoying being fucked by me. His mouth said he was unwilling, but his body obediently responded. There was no handout, only a rumbling stomach. His mouth still uttered words of concern and care, but right now, his mouth was sucking on someone else's penis!
"Wow! This woman is so good at sucking... Xiao Zheng, sorry, I need to go for it!" The loser's words had barely left his lips when he suddenly flipped over, straddled, and his broad back and powerful waist completely covered my vision. What... what was he going to do? Instantly, his upper body leaned forward, his buttocks raised, and that wet penis between her red lips and pearly teeth began to thrust.
"Ugh, ugh—ugh, ugh—ugh, ugh—ugh, vomit—" The voluptuous body beneath me was writhing, two round, white breasts swaying irregularly. A pair of slender, jade-like hands were desperately resisting that lewd, muscular body, trying to stop it, but failing—I dared not think too much about whether Xiao Ai was feeling uncomfortable. Fortunately, that disgusting buttocks blocked my view, preventing me from witnessing too much.
"Ah, a little longer! Ah, your mouth is so dry, ah, sister-in-law, just bear with it a little longer!" Huh?
Hmm?
Huh?
Is this Xiao Yao?
"Ahhh—it's coming! It's coming! Ah!"
"Ugh—ugh—"
When I heard that useless, lewd moan, the thing beneath me, the penis that had been hidden deep inside, also felt the flesh walls contract in a spasmodic way in an instant. I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or discomfort? But none of that matters… Semen, like a breached dam releasing a flood, found that tiny gap that could wash everything away. Without that gap, the weathered, towering dam wouldn't have collapsed so easily, and it wouldn't have provided the nourishing spring for the barren land below.
——————————————————————————————————————— I knew I was on the verge of collapse—from that moment on, I knew I had lost my sense of normalcy. My remaining rationality was only enough to cope with daily life and work. If the world stopped for even a second, if no one else existed, if I could just relax a little, those madnesses, those abnormalities, those delusions, could instantly take over my body, conquering and devouring me… In the end, only a body devoid of normalcy remained, a body filled with rampant and turbulent fantasies, unrestrained erections, and insatiable desires.
I don't know if anyone can understand my state of mind—to put it bluntly, I am constantly tormented by those forcibly appearing images. Facing my boss, superiors, colleagues, and subordinates, even while having lunch, walking through streets and alleys, squeezing into crowded places, encountering people I know or don't know, I can't control my thoughts, forcibly piecing together those images, and then asking myself... what would happen if she encountered these people? What would happen if she were taken advantage of by these people?
However, like a walking corpse, no amount of self-confession can compare to the real reaction in my lower body. These days, it just keeps stirring without reason, stirring from time to time. Like a ravenous beast being released, it runs rampant, unrestrained and without any worries! Because of its rampage, I can only frequent nightclubs big and small without reason, lingering there. It's for the release of lust, for the rewriting of my own desires. Only after ejaculating, when my body is tired and my mind is cold, can I steal a little time to be a normal person.
After a busy afternoon of cooperation meetings, I visited the upscale nightclub where Xiao Ai worked once again that evening to entertain these distinguished guests. As usual, with the madam's help, I arranged comfortable hostesses for each of these distinguished guests. Just as I was about to enjoy myself, the madam suddenly beckoned to me, asking me to come out with her… “Tsk!” Between puffs of smoke, the madam gave a cold, mocking laugh, nodding tentatively, “Where’s your Xiao Ai?” “I didn’t tell her.” She paused, then added, “…She probably doesn’t know we’re coming tonight.” “Hmph!” She flicked her cigarette, scattering ashes, and gave me another disdainful smile, saying, “Xiao Zheng, what exactly did you two do that night?”
“That night? Which night?”
“Phew—the night you two booked Xiao Ai.” She casually exhaled a puff of smoke into my face, then said in a calm tone, “Let me tell you, Xiao Ai has been with me for so long, and this is the first time I’ve ever seen her cry like that… When she came back that night, she cried and told me she never wanted to see you again.” “Cough cough, huh? Is that so?”
"Tsk! You really are something..." The madam sighed, took another drag of her cigarette, and her mood subtly shifted. She continued, "Xiao Zheng, let me tell you, although Xiao Ai isn't the most sought-after girl in my shop, she's my precious daughter, and I love her dearly... Sigh! If you had told me earlier that you had any particular preferences or wanted a special kind of entertainment, I would have been happy to oblige! I have so many people at my disposal; I could have easily arranged a perfect match for you. You simply..." "You said..."
"I said you don't need to squander her feelings for you like this! Although, as their mother, I really oppose them acting on their emotions, if there's a good match, then..." "You said..." Suddenly, my thoughts drifted away—the madam had probably hit the nail on the head regarding my worries. Though not entirely accurate, it wasn't far off. What I lacked was precisely a suitable candidate! What made me hesitate, what made me feel ashamed, what made me feel inferior—it was all about finding the right person. After all, the people around me are all acquaintances. Without a thorough understanding of their backgrounds, things aren't easy to handle. People online are too distant; they may share similar interests, but they lack the sense of security and trustworthiness that some might find intimidating. But what if this person was introduced by the madam? At least she's someone I know, at least she has a wide network of connections, and at least she knows about the countless glitz and glamour of the nightlife scene between men and women. Therefore, I asked, "...Could you introduce me to someone suitable?"
Faced with my question, the madam's brow furrowed deeply, but after a long pause, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up, and she said, "Of course.
"
——————————————————————————————————————— "Is this okay? Is it too formal?" Xiaoyao held a black suit in one hand and a simple skirt suit in the other, trying them on one by one. She looked in the mirror several times, then turned and gestured, saying, "I really want to wear this, after all, it's an interview! Dressing formally will give a better first impression, at least they'll think I take this interview seriously."
"Buzz—" A message tone quietly came through on my cell phone.
"But...isn't it just piano instruction?" I replied casually, fiddling with my phone while lying in bed.
"What you said isn't wrong, but... hey, you should give me your opinion too." "Hmm, well..." Hearing this, I finally looked up from the phone screen, glanced at the two outfits, and then teased her, "How about we mix and match the two outfits? Aren't mix-and-match styles all the rage lately? The black suit jacket, paired with that fluffy long skirt, and underneath that yellow duck t-shirt you bought last week." "...Pfft? Please, who would wear that! And it would look so weird!" Hearing my suggestion, Xiaoyao was both amused and exasperated, kicking her feet and muttering, "At least pick something out properly!" "Okay, okay, just kidding... So?" This time, I sat up properly, and this time I looked at them carefully... at the same time, imagining what Xiaoyao would look like in these clothes. Right, thinking back to those years in college, Xiaoyao always had an ethereal beauty, elegant and graceful, refined and otherworldly. She seemed like an unattainable ice queen, yet possessed an approachable personality. She seemed untainted by the mud, her fragrance spreading far and wide, standing tall and pure—but was she only meant to be admired from afar? Reflecting on this, I made my decision. I pointed and said, "This suit, although… it's a bit too simple, but this kind of clothing would suit a piano teacher quite well."
Hearing my explanation, Xiaoyao gradually frowned with doubt, her confused smile complementing her expression. After a long while, she nodded repeatedly, murmuring, "Really… umm, it seems so…"
Faced with her self-talk and her half-believing, half-doubting expression, I simply smiled and gave her a helpless look. "Well?" "Hey!" Xiaoyao responded with a satisfied smile, casually putting down the black suit, and said triumphantly, "Alright then!
I'll try it on now!" With that, she began her fitting.
"Huh? No need, right? I could understand if it were the black one, but you always wear these clothes, don't you?" Watching Xiaoyao change clothes in front of me... no, it was already commonplace. Even now, wearing only thin casual clothes, she just put on the long skirt and tried it on, having already changed most of it.
"Mind your own business!" Xiaoyao said, giving me an awkward smile that was a mixture of embarrassment and indignation.
"Let me tell you, you wore this long skirt just the night before last!" Looking at her sullen expression, I was even more happy to tease her. "To be honest, you wore this skirt last Saturday, and the last time you went out to eat, and even the Saturday before that, when you went shopping and to the movies! You really, really, really don't need to try it on again." "Pfft... Stop it! Stop it! It's so noisy! Nobody's asking for your opinion now!" As she spoke, the wide-necked white short-sleeved top became a fan in her hand, fluttering and turning, also becoming a fig leaf to hide the embarrassment on her face. To feel more comfortable trying on clothes, Xiaoyao decided to turn her back to me, ignoring my complaints, and continue trying them on while facing her reflection in the full-length mirror.
"Buzz—" The cell phone emitted that attention-grabbing message tone again.
Before my attention could return to the phone screen, Xiaoyao had already finished changing—a graceful turn, a shy smile, a pose brimming with girlish charm, revealing her ethereal beauty and refined elegance. She seemed to have returned to those years, to our youthful days, to our romantic feelings, to the time when it was just the two of us.
"How is it? Does it look good? Answer seriously!"
"...Yeah, it's pretty."
"Tsk!" I chuckled, but still couldn't help complaining, "You're just being perfunctory." "Of course I'm not being perfunctory, I..." As I spoke, my eyes involuntarily glanced down at the phone screen, then I raised my hand, pressed the shutter button, and said, "I mean it...it's really pretty." When her beautiful image appeared on my phone screen, I caught a glimpse of her expression, as if she had suddenly become a model, calmly striking more charming and playful poses.
The photo was taken, and I accepted her response; Xiaoyao was probably at peace with herself now.
"Okay! Then I'll go to the interview looking like this tomorrow!"
"...Mmm."
As I murmured my response, my hands trembled violently as I sent the photo that had just been taken... My hands were shaking, my body felt unwell, my breathing was erratic, and my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest with every beat. But I knew that these physical symptoms weren't due to panic, but rather due to complications from excessive repression.
"She'll be wearing this tomorrow."
"Buzz—" After a while, the phone rang again with a dull message tone… I quickly read it and hung up. Looking at my wife still dancing gracefully in front of the mirror, my thoughts, which had been racing, calmed down in an instant. I settled into the present moment, a smile returning to my face, and quietly admired her captivating figure from afar, just as always.
————————————————————————————————————————— I jumped out of bed early this morning—I had slept very little last night, but it had been a deep and restful sleep. I didn't feel tired when I woke up; even though I knew I was physically exhausted, I still felt incredibly energetic, as if I could live for another three days and three nights without sleep. After washing up, I took a good look at my face; behind the dark circles under my eyes were a pair of piercing, bright eyes.
To avoid disturbing my wife's sleep, and to allow her to prepare mentally and physically for her job interview, I quietly changed my clothes, making every movement light and effortless.
Then, I left the house—leaving the house, I knew I had crossed a boundary called daily life—crossing it was so easy. But having crossed it, the world I was about to face was a dozen or so hours of monotonous work. No, it was more like anticipation! And this was just another dozen or so hours. Standing on the other side of this boundary, looking back, I've spent seven years! Because of love, I've tried, fulfilled my responsibilities, strived, struggled, felt discouraged, been anxious, and even given up… Having experienced so much, now it's just a matter of spending a little more time, isn't it?
This expectation, because of its long history, its accumulation, its sedimentation, its brewing, its fermentation, is all the more worthwhile to patiently anticipate—because I know that after today, stepping into that home again will never be the same.
Today, I'm better—even if I stop, even if no one is there, even if I empty my mind, I can be a normal person again. Even facing bosses, superiors, colleagues, and subordinates, walking through streets and alleys, squeezing into crowded places, even facing advances from the opposite sex, I feel at ease—I accept it! No matter how many difficulties, obstacles, or setbacks this world presents, as long as I think of the people I love most, I feel I can overcome them all!
With her in my heart, just thinking of her face, wondering where she is, what she's doing, and how she's feeling... makes all the hardships in the world seem insignificant.
Yes! This is love!
This is the true feeling of love!
Click—
I turned the doorknob and walked straight to the bedroom door without a moment's hesitation—through the slightly ajar door, I glimpsed Xiaoyao's sleeping figure—perfect! Just as I thought. I've always known she's a girl who's tough on the outside but soft on the inside, but if handled properly, she knows how to be submissive and manage her emotions.
Suppressing my turbulent thoughts, I meticulously did everything I needed to do after returning home. I changed clothes, washed up, hung up my clothes, and even cleaned the stains on the desk in my workspace. Then, I checked the figure in the bedroom again before returning to my small workspace, sitting down at the computer, and mentally preparing myself for what was to come.
"Hoo—"
Damn it! How slow is this computer?! I didn't come here just for this ten-second boot screen!
Okay, now I need to access the cloud! Hurry up! Where is it? Where is the file? Wait a minute! Update! Okay, okay! It should be this file! Is there only one file?! Then… how the hell do I open it? How the hell do I open them?! No, do I still need to download it? Then, how the hell do I download it? Is this button? Or that one? Save to cloud? No, is this the one to save to local? Ha…ha! Downloaded? Ha! It's started downloading!
"Hoo—ah! Ah ah! Ah, hoo—"
Finally, the download is finished, and… it's time to click it to open up a beautiful new world.
———————————————————————————————————————Click—
"Excuse me, I've been so busy lately, the house is a bit messy." "Uh, it's alright... well, sorry to bother you."
No translation needed, no subtitles needed, I understood everything—the camera showed a large hall of about 300 square feet, and like every household, the interior was organized despite the chaos. The camera panned from close to far, showing only the moment the door opened, a lithe, dark-skinned, ruggedly handsome man appeared. Following him was a woman with delicate features, waist-length hair, and wearing a simple long dress. She stood in the hall with a reserved smile, silently looking around.
"Please sit wherever you like." After saying that, the man's gaze suddenly turned to the camera, and after a moment, he knocked on the door of the other room and called out, "Hey, I'm back! I brought the new piano teacher up." Hearing the man's exaggerated shout, the woman remained silent, only silently showing a surprised and amused expression.
"Tsk! She doesn't seem to be back yet... Normally, she should have already gone home from school." The man scratched his head awkwardly. "Please sit down, don't just stand there. My daughter should be back soon." "Um... okay, thank you." Unable to refuse his hospitality, the woman finally sat down on the sofa in front of the camera—though her face wasn't visible, her profile wasn't hard to interpret, especially since I'm already an expert at reading these things. Even under the man's watchful eye, she still secretly observed everything with curiosity, including the room where he had just entered, its door slightly ajar.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Uh, no, thank you... We've had enough after talking for so long." "...Tsk, now that you're up, I should at least pour you a glass of water." With that, the man disappeared from the camera's view. When he returned, he was holding a glass of water and handed it to her.
"Thank you." She sat up respectfully, though somewhat flustered, and took the water glass. Hesitantly, she asked, "Um, so…excuse me, where is your piano? Can I take a look? I'd like to know what brand and model it is. Uh, actually, every manufacturer's pianos are a little different, and if it hasn't been properly maintained, it might need tuning."
"A piano? Uh…well, uh, actually…" Oh no, I forgot to tell him how to handle things related to pianos!
"Hmm?" But she only hesitated for a moment, then added, "You haven't bought one yet, right? Because you don't know how to choose?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Because I'm a complete novice in this area, and I don't trust her judgment, after all, she's still young, right? So…well, that's it." At that moment, the man's smile was indeed both awkward and confused, a stark contrast to his otherwise fierce and rugged demeanor. The contrast was indeed significant, but judging from her eyes and expression, this contrast did make her lower her guard.
She took a sip of water and began her long-winded explanation: "Don't worry! I absolutely understand this. When I was tutoring other children, I always explained to their parents the importance of choosing a good piano! Of course, a piano isn't like ordinary furniture; you can't simply say that the more expensive it is, the better the quality! But a piano is definitely something you get for your money! The highest quality pianos are, of course, from traditional European manufacturers! But their pianos are a bit different from the ones we're used to, those made in Asia! Their keys are heavier, which is very strenuous for someone your daughter's age, and it will affect her learning experience! So if you really want to buy one, I would suggest starting with some entry-level, low-profile pianos! Although there's more noise—well, that's not something you can fix with tuning!—it's more suitable for beginners, and the price is really reasonable; even an average family can afford it." "...Huh?" After listening, the man's expression was exactly the same as mine back then.
"Really! Cough—don't worry, I won't keep trying to persuade you to buy the most expensive one. I'm not one of those people who have connections with music stores or dealers! But ultimately, I still need to see your daughter play in person so I can know her level, which piano suits her, and what kind of instruction she needs." "Huh? Uh…" After a moment of silence, the man hesitated and said, "Why don't you… have some water?" "Pfft—excuse me." Hearing the man's words, she instantly became shy. Holding the cup in her hand, she said shyly, "Because I get so excited when I talk about the piano... gulp! Shh! But don't worry, if I'm lucky enough to teach your daughter, I won't just teach her how to play! I'll teach her music theory, the stories behind each piece, the meaning behind each sound, so she can learn more effectively... uh?" "Hmm?" "
...Maybe I didn't sleep well last night, I..."
"Oh, really? Then..." The man finally sat down beside her, gently touching the back of her hand, guiding her, "Have another sip."
"No... no need, I..." In an instant, a blush spread across the woman's face, she was panting, her slender hands were so weak, barely able to lift them, they trembled uncontrollably.
At that moment, the man carefully observed her expression, his gaze once again drifting to the camera lens. Then, without a word, he grabbed the woman's flushed face and forcefully kissed her—plop—plop—plop—Xiaoyao, my Xiaoyao is being forcibly kissed by a strange man—plop—plop—plop—plop—plop—she couldn't resist, her limp hands could only rest on his arm, she could only close her eyes and endure his invasion—plop—plop—plop—plop—plop—the man nicknamed Turkey, devoured her like a wolf, even licking his tongue onto her delicate face—plop—plop—plop—plop—in no time, like a slug passing by, leaving glistening saliva on her rosy cheeks. Witnessing
this firsthand, with my heart pounding, my mouth dry, my nerves taut, anger burning, my fists clenching…yes! I knew the scene I had been waiting for was gradually unfolding before my eyes, but things didn't go as planned. At this moment, only a heart-wrenching anger filled and spread—I knew my world was being destroyed! The massive dam, painstakingly built over seven years, was gradually crumbling!
"...Ugh! Stop... You gave me some, ugh... What..." Turning her head, Xiaoyao still tried her best to push him away.
But the turkey pushed and shoved, pulling her hand away, and with a back-and-forth motion, his thick hand landed on her chest—plop plop— Faced with his violation, Xiaoyao was like a little rabbit being targeted, holding her breath, closing her eyes, and trembling all over—plop plop— His hand kept kneading her breasts, even sneaking inside her clothes to wreak havoc—plop plop— That wide-necked top, like a calm sea, concealed unseen undercurrents of turmoil—plop plop— Unable to resist the violation, she could only let him lift the veil, releasing everything hidden beneath.
"Tsk—tsk tsk—tsk, tsk—" The turkey had already buried his head in Xiaoyao's chest, sucking on her small nipples, savoring the breasts that had once made countless boys drool.
"Waaah...no, I can't...please..." Her trembling, her hesitant movements, were they from fear? Or...
watching my beloved wife being drugged and violated by a stranger, I was truly furious...even now, I realized I was trembling with rage! I wanted to rush to the scene to rescue her, I wanted to stop the playback, I wanted to smash this computer! However, at this moment, I realized it was all too late—not because it was all set in stone and there was no going back, but because I was shocked by how uncomfortable I was! It was hard! Like my fist, or even harder! At this moment, watching my wife being ravaged on the screen, all words seemed pale, only the body's reaction was truly real.
"Please, no...waaah...don't..."
In the instant my thoughts cleared, the turkey had already flipped open that fluffy, elegant long dress...like peeling a banana, what came into view were youthful, slender, beautiful legs, full of intoxicating fragrance, tempting and making one's mouth water. Whether Xiaoyao resisted or struggled, she could only watch helplessly as her thighs were spread apart, as the man's hand touched her light blue polka-dot panties, as he brazenly violated her private parts.
"Ugh, ugh... ugh..."
My anger was as intense as the excitement beneath me—anger because she was my beloved wife! Excitement, also because she was my beloved wife! If she were just any other girl, no matter how beautiful her face or how voluptuous her figure, it wouldn't have the same effect. Having figured this out, I no longer had any desire to struggle, letting anger and excitement spread and grow together—I finally understood that without this anger, there would be no such excitement.
"Ugh, ugh—ugh—ugh—" Xiaoyao finally cried, clenching her teeth, turning her face away, sobbing as she faced the man's violation.
In an instant, her panties were off. The turkey was already hidden beneath her, clinging to her thighs, greedily devouring her vulva—the scene was so familiar. Watching him, I was forced to recall how passionate and attentive I had been in those days, trying to fulfill my responsibilities as a husband.
Soon, the turkey finally got off Xiaoyao.
"Ugh...ugh, ugh...why, ugh, why are you doing this?" Her face was turned to the side, the camera unable to capture her expression.
"No reason." The turkey, pulling down his pants, glanced quickly at the camera, saying succinctly, "This is how I make a living."
"Ugh, humph...so it was all a lie, wasn't it? Ugh, all that talk about my daughter wanting to learn the piano was just a lie." "You guessed right." The pants came down, revealing a large, dark, erect penis, swaying proudly in mid-air—tsk! No wonder the madam said this man called Turkey was reliable! So, he must have used those lewd tricks, plus that impressive member that inspires awe in men and submission in women, to lure those naive girls into prostitution.
When I saw the man and woman on the screen almost completely naked, their bodies exposed, I realized how turbulent my thoughts were… Right, I was about to witness my wife, Xiaoyao, being raped by another man! What was about to unfold before my eyes was no longer a figment of my imagination, but something that had truly happened! And it had just happened this afternoon! On the other side of this wall and door, my wife, who was sleeping peacefully, had just been drugged and raped by another man today!
"Pfft—" This sound came as the turkey was adjusting Xiaoyao's position.
The turkey froze for a moment, then silently wiped the saliva from his face with the back of his hand.
"You slut! I'll hate you to death! I'll hate you for the rest of my life! I'll curse you to a terrible death!" "Whatever." He smiled, a lewd smile on his face. His eyes darted back to the camera, then he straightened up again, said nothing more, and forcibly pulled Xiaoyao's face close to his crotch, rubbing his dark, unsightly penis against her face. The blackness of his penis contrasted sharply with the whiteness of Xiaoyao's skin! No, it should be said that the lewd appearance of his penis and Xiaoyao's ethereal beauty created an even more intense chemical reaction! At this moment, Turkey mocked with a hideous expression, "Since you're going to hate, then don't hate so casually!" "Waaaaaahhhhhh—" Faced with that bastard's humiliation, Xiaoyao was completely powerless to fight back.
"Since we're going to hate anyway, why not do it a little more! Right?" With that, Turkey pried open Xiaoyao's mouth, and in the blink of an eye, his dark, unsightly penis was already inside... Fuck! My mouth, which took me so much time, effort, pleading, and countless attempts to finally taste, was so easily penetrated by someone else today! And it wasn't oral sex! Turkey wasn't doing oral sex! He was treating Xiaoyao's mouth like a woman's vagina!
The scene was so shocking! So unbelievable! But this time it was real! Nothing was obstructing my view; I was witnessing my wife's mouth being penetrated by a penis.
"Ugh—ugh—ugh—vomit—"
Even as the turkey pulled his penis out, the clear, sticky fluid that I'd only ever seen in pornographic films was being drawn out of Haruka's mouth! Hanging from her chin, falling onto her chest, it all became a scene of obscene and lewdness!
"How about it? Hate me enough now? Tsk!"
Hearing this, the tormented Haruka finally regained consciousness, her eyes filled with hatred as she looked up and stared at the turkey's smug expression.
"You're pretty fierce! But let me tell you, I'm not done with you yet!" At that moment, the turkey's expression was one of utter loathing!
"Ptooey—"
"Hmph?" Spit on the face again, but the turkey no longer stood there dumbfounded; instead, he went berserk and began to kiss Haruka like a wolf! In an instant, he pushed the limp Haruka down, his lithe body pressing down hard on her! The subsequent actions were swift and decisive. Spreading her thighs, guiding his penis, thrusting in and out, with a pitiful, muffled cry escaping Xiaoyao's mouth as she was being kissed by the wolf, I knew… I was already overwhelmed by this extraordinary excitement! A voice in my mind casually popped up, repeatedly questioning the same thing.
Is it good?
Is it good?
Is it good?
Is my wife good?
We've done it countless times, but Xiaoyao's vagina truly possesses a rich, substantial feel that no other woman can provide! If she were just an inflatable doll, then her vagina would be a specially crafted, ultimate version!
So, is it good?
"Wow! Your pussy is unexpectedly dry!"
Faced with such blunt words, Xiaoyao didn't respond. She remained with her head turned to the side, eyes closed, even her lips tightly pressed shut, unwilling to let a single sob escape her lips.
"It's still so tight down there, I bet your husband has never really explored you properly!" No! Completely wrong! You're wrong! You're wrong! You have no idea how much I've done for Xiaoyao! How much effort I've put in! I've tried almost everything a married couple can do! But it just doesn't work!
It just fucking doesn't work! And because she's my wife, the woman I love most! I can't risk anything! Because I love her! I can't hurt her! I can't disregard her feelings because of my own lust! So…
"Tsk! What your husband can't do, I'll do…"
"…If you want to do it, do it, don't drag my husband into it!" "Heh! You're so stubborn… Well then, watch how I make you scream like a slut!" Right! Right! Because I love her so much! I can't bear to hurt her, so I need to find someone else to take my place… ———————————————————————————————————————— "Giggle—"
What's that sound? The people in the video aren't reacting to it? Well… in my panic, I caught the glimpse through the crack in the door, turned off the playback software, and ripped off the headphones.
"...Hmm?" Suddenly, my heart began to pound silently.
"You're back?" My voice was hoarse, and I looked haggard and heartbroken. Xiaoyao stood outside the crack in the door, her bloodshot eyes fixed on me.
"Oh, right, uh, I just got back... Did I wake you up?" "No, no..." Hesitating, Xiaoyao took a deep breath and murmured, "Phew—you, you're back... Hmm, was work tiring today?"
"Uh, no, today... was alright, yeah." "Then, phew—can I... I want to tell you something, okay?" "Hmm?" Tell me something? What does Xiaoyao want to tell me? She suddenly knocked on the door after just waking up from a deep sleep. What does she want to tell me? Did something special happen today? Could it be my family... Tsk! I almost forgot! I almost forgot that the thing I arranged happened today.
"If..."
"...Hmm?" So, Xiaoyao wants to tell me everything?
"Hmm, if I..."
"Phew—" No! Please don't show that expression to me! You don't need to tell me everything! I know! I already know! You don't need to say it yourself, I already know everything—In the moment my thoughts tightened, I rushed to her side, without saying a word, I hugged the woman I loved so deeply! When her trembling body reached my palm, when her red lips silently rejected my embrace, when she silently avoided my unreasonable resistance, as always, I once again showed her a kind face, asking her with concern, "What's wrong? Did the interview go well today? Did you show off your superb piano skills to her parents?" "Hmm? No..." Her red eyes, filled with tears, revealed a pitiful hesitation.
"I can't speak for others, but if it were my beautiful wife, the moment she sits down at the piano and her fingers begin to play, everyone would be moved by her presence… Because it's that beautiful figure that made me fall so deeply in love with her." Having said that, looking at her beautiful, sorrowful face, I gently kissed her again. "…Am I right?"
"Ugh… um."
I knew Xiaoyao was crying—the first time I told her I loved her, the night I knelt to propose, the moment we signed the papers to become husband and wife—I had never made Xiaoyao cry before. Because I loved her, I couldn't let her cry. Therefore, at that moment, ignoring her tears, I did my best to cherish her. Regardless of her trembling body, regardless of her inability to refuse my kisses, regardless of her attempts to avoid my erect penis, regardless of her nowhere to escape, I wanted Xiaoyao to know how much I loved her.
"Ah—Xiaoyao, I love you."
Having said that, I pushed her down, ignoring her trembling, and stripped her naked from the waist down… No need for further foreplay; Xiaoyao was already used to my straightforward actions. Just a smear of pre-ejaculate on my glans was enough; even the tightest hole, the driest vagina, could be opened for a good time!
"Ugh—mmm—"
Just like the first time I entered her body, that tightness, that squeezing, and that coldness—those feelings remain unchanged!
"Mmm—mmm—ugh, ugh—mmm—mmm—ugh—ugh, mmm—ah—" Pretty good, right? Isn't it?
"Mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—"
Having tasted another man's penis, don't you think, "My husband's is still the best?"
"Mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm—"
Because of love! That's the biggest difference between your husband and another man! Right? Do you know that? Your looks, your body—how did you manage to seduce all those classmates back then? Those photos of you that were secretly taken and circulated, every single one of them was stained with countless boys' semen! Every single one of them just wanted to fuck you! But only me! Only I never masturbated to your photos! Because I know that if I'm going to fuck you, I have to hold your body in my arms, and you have to say "let me fuck you!" to me!
"Mmm—woo, woo—mm—woo, mmm—mm—mm—woo, woo—mm—mm—mm—mm—"
So! So… at least pretend to enjoy it! Okay? Is that alright? I don't want to fuck an inflatable doll that doesn't want sex, doesn't get excited, and doesn't know how to moan and groan!
"Ugh, um—um—ugh um—um—ugh, um—um—" Why! Why do you still only moan "um um um" all the fuck can do! Why can't you moan properly just once? Like those porn actresses! Like those prostitutes! Like a slut, as soon as any penis goes inside, she knows how to please a man with her lewd body! She 'll moan with pleasure and comfort while being fucked! "Ugh
—um ... The semen was finally ejaculated, but... the empty and lonely body and mind still couldn't be satisfied. Why? ——————————————————————————————————————— "Hey, Mr. Zheng? How was it? Were you satisfied with that video?" The cheerful voice of that turkey came from the phone. "Fuck your mother!" "Uh...tsk? Uh, uh, I...sorry, Mr. Zheng, I don't quite understand." "I said fuck your mother!" After taking a deep breath, suppressing his tone, he said, "Fuck your mother, I have absolutely no idea what your mother did! I watched that video three or four times from beginning to end, and I don't think my wife enjoyed anything at all! You know what? She didn't actually groan once from beginning to end! Do you know that?" "Uh, no..." " Fuck your mother, I'm asking you if you know?" "...Yeah, I know." "Oh? So you know? Well, Mr. Chicken, you know I paid, right? You know how much you took from me, right?" "...I know." "You know again? Mr. Chicken, since you know everything, then tell me, what exactly did you do?" There was no response, only the rough breathing that could still be clearly heard through the phone. "Ahem—uh, Mr. Zheng, I, tsk… I want to say, your wife does indeed have frigidity, so…" The words were so sharp and piercing, they stabbed right into my heart! Unable to control my emotions, I roared into the phone, "Of course I know! Why would your mother need to tell me this? That's why I asked you for help! Do you know your mother? You said you could handle it! Do you remember?" After another silence, I heard his heavy breathing on the other end of the line. After a long while, he finally responded, "Boss Zheng, let me tell you honestly, I've done everything I can! I've used aphrodisiacs and date rape drugs! You could see her reaction; she couldn't resist, right? But let me tell you, your wife isn't falling for that! That day, I could do... tsk, I've done everything! But your wife isn't! She's frigid, severely frigid! She's impotent! Okay?!" I was caught off guard by his increasingly agitated tone. I barely knew how to react. After a long pause, I stammered in a panic, "Uh, this... uh..." "Mr. Zheng, I'm sorry! I'm not doing this with your wife anymore, if..." "Tsk! Hey... uh, you don't have to be so blunt!" Damn it, I finally found a suitable candidate, how could I let some small obstacles ruin my whole plan! To keep him, even if things fall apart and I lose face, I have to make sure things sound good. "Brother Turkey, uh... actually, we can still discuss this! Uh, I mean, actually... is there something else you're hiding? You've been around for so many years, you must have some tricks up your sleeve, right? Or, do you think the money I'm giving you isn't enough? I can increase it." "No, Mr. Zheng, I..." "Uh, how about this! You invite my wife out again, okay? This time, uh, this time..." Panicked and confused, whether his mind was blank or completely blank, he blurted out whatever came to mind. "This time, bring a few more people, okay? Your underworld brothers or your cronies are fine too! I'll pay for whoever comes, okay? You can have as much sex with my wife as you want, you can ejaculate inside her as many times as you want! Oh, right! Or you can do it like in AVs, uh, with vibrators, dildos, or even tie my wife up and gang rape her, okay?" "...Uh?" ——————————————————————————————————————— In the video, my wife, Xiaoyao, looked like a little wild rabbit, her head drooping, her body shrinking, trembling. She knew she couldn't escape, nor could she avoid her inevitable fate, so she didn't struggle in vain. She stood still, holding her breath, letting the four beasts advance step by step, gradually surrounding her. Then, just as the beast in front of her was about to bare its fangs, even knowing it was futile, her body involuntarily retreated. This step saved her from the beast's attack, but she fell into the gaping maw of the one behind her. The fat man, whose name she couldn't recall, silently seized the opportunity when Xiaoyao looked back in panic, grabbing her face and devouring her… Caught off guard, she didn't have time to scream before her mouth was completely sealed shut, unable to utter a single sound. And because of the fat man's rampant act, like the first cannon shot on a battlefield, in an instant, the lust of her companions was awakened, and they rushed forward, seemingly vying for her, or perhaps dividing and sharing Xiaoyao's fresh flesh. Faced with four beasts unleashing their intense lust, Xiaoyao still wanted to resist, but her struggles were so futile. In her turbulent state, her body was so helpless and overwhelmed. Meanwhile, having just escaped the fat man's gaping maw and regained her senses, she was devoured by the blond-haired man before her. Her mouth couldn't close; even if it did, his disgusting tongue would pry it open. Her body was like meat on a chopping block, completely at the mercy of these beasts. The yellow duck on her t-shirt was crumpled and deflated, relentlessly ravaged by the turkey. Her elegant, flowing dress had been stripped off in the blink of an eye, leaving only a pair of white panties with a small bow, highlighting her snow-white legs being lifted and rubbed by the lewd old man. Faced with her body being devoured, or perhaps Xiaoyao still wanted to struggle, but even her footing was so precarious, her struggle could only be expressed through her stiff, trembling hands, unable to even clench her fists. Seeing the other three enjoying themselves, the fat man seemed at a loss, but he still forcibly reached into Xiaoyao's chest, roughly kneading it. Then, ignoring her restrained hands, he grabbed the small yellow duck and roughly pulled it up, discarding it like trash. The moment her top was forcibly removed, Xiaoyao, left only in her underwear, suddenly escaped everyone's clutches, seemingly gaining a little breathing space. But she didn't resist, not even a furrowed brow; her face only showed the blank, bewildered look of prey that had lost its will to live. Perhaps because of Xiaoyao's lack of resistance, the fat man suddenly got excited, tugged at her like a toy hunter, and then pushed her into Turkey's arms. Stumbling and staggering, the turkey grabbed her and wolfed her down, even forcing open Xiaoyao's mouth and spitting saliva in with a "Ptooey!" Such mockery and humiliation brought Xiaoyao back to her senses, but in that instant, she was forced to close her eyes tightly again, enduring the disgusting sensation of the turkey's tongue sliding across her face.

Xiao Yao dared not look at anything she could see with her eyes open, let alone what she couldn't see behind her or below. Taking advantage of the tension and shrinking caused by the turkey, the fat man deftly unhooked Xiao Yao's bra. The lewd uncle lifted Xiao Yao's buttocks up high, squatting and kneeling, his lewd face buried between her buttocks, rubbing against them, squeezing out her buttocks, making her legs move lightly, and even making her upper body—her two unsupported breasts—sway violently, temptingly to be picked.
The swaying of those two snow-white breasts was so tempting to be picked, so tempting that in just an instant, three or four hands had come to taste their softness. One side was gentle, the other rough, each using their own methods to knead and play.
Even the two nipples had succumbed to another kind of squeezing, squeezing, twisting and pinching.
Looking down at her, when the lewd man's face left Xiaoyao's buttocks, her pure white panties were already soaked... I knew that was definitely not Xiaoyao's love juice; she had never secreted even a little bit for me! So... no, that's not right! Or perhaps this time, it really was her own vaginal fluid, right? Because she was enjoying the process, right? That's why I let Xiaoyao face her true self, isn't it? The
lewd man slowly pulled down the wet panties, and his face pressed against her again. But this time, the lewd man was quickly pushed away by the fat man. Then the fat man signaled to the other two to lift Xiaoyao up, while he himself grabbed her legs and draped them over his shoulders... It was unbelievable, but at that moment, Xiaoyao's petite body was being held in mid-air by three men. Afraid of falling, she no longer cared about the shame of being naked, and draped her arms around the blond man's neck as if she were sucking his breasts. Her lower body was completely off the ground, her wet private parts laid flat between her spread thighs in front of a 1.7-meter-tall man. Xiaoyao could only watch helplessly as she exposed her private parts in such an embarrassing position.
"Ugh—um—ugh, um—ugh—"
As the fat man was eating Xiaoyao's lower body in such a difficult position, the lewd uncle reappeared in the frame, but he had already taken off his pants, revealing his hairy crotch. Taking advantage of Xiaoyao being suspended in the air, he also took advantage of the excitement and went up to devour her other breast, while his other hand began to masturbate his own penis amidst the tangled mess of hair.
After Xiaoyao was put down, the lewd uncle, without making a sound, suddenly pressed Xiaoyao's upper body down to his crotch, then thrust his penis up from the tangled mess, ignoring the astonishment of the other three, and without hesitation, forced open her mouth and began to fuck her.
"Waaah—waaah, waaah—"
Having already started, the fat man ignored the other two, impatiently pulled down his pants, took out his thick penis, lifted Xiaoyao's buttocks, and without saying a word, thrust into her.
"Waaah, waaah—waaah-hmm—waaah, hmm—hmm, waaah-hmm—" Immediately, Xiaoyao's body began to sway rhythmically under the frenzied thrusting of the two men in front and behind, like a Newtonian pendulum. When thrust from behind, she was pushed forward. When thrust from the front, she was pushed back.
And she was like those balls in the middle, unable to dodge, only able to be thrust into and penetrated.
After a while, the lewd uncle's face gradually showed an even more lewd expression. He hugged Xiaoyao's head tightly, not only pushing his penis deep into Xiaoyao's mouth, but also letting his excessive pubic hair stick to her beautiful face... and then he ejaculated.
"Ugh—gag, ugh—ooh, gag—"
"So good!"
"Of course you're enjoying it, fuck your mother! You fucked her mouth so quickly, I don't dare kiss her anymore!" "Tsk! Just fuck her then! How long do you want to kiss her? Is she your wife?" "Stop arguing, stop arguing! Since you've already cummed, sit down and rest for a bit, it's our turn." Turkey said, not caring about anything else, and had no choice but to bring his penis to Xiaoyao's face, wanting her to continue doing her work. However, whether Xiaoyao was absent-minded or doing it intentionally, she did not obediently open her mouth to receive Turkey's penis. For this, Turkey clearly said without missing a word, "Fuck your mother, I told you to open your mouth!"
"Ooh—ooh, ooh—ooh—" At that moment, bearing the body being fucked by the fat man, Xiaoyao would rather turn her face to the side, rather lower her head, rather purse her lips, rather clench her teeth, than give in to his demands.
"Pah—" After forcibly lifting Xiaoyao's face, a spit was delivered... Of course, this only earned him a more hateful gaze, but also a more humiliating treatment. Turkey grabbed her hair with one hand and held his penis with the other, rubbing and pressing, completely trampling away her ethereal, fairy-like beauty. Even worse, his penis slapped her wantonly, her pure and untainted beauty, her elegant and aloof demeanor, now filthy with semen on her lips and saliva on her face.
"Slap—slap—slap—slap—slap—" The more intense the hateful gaze, the louder the slaps.
Witnessing this scene, watching my wife being so humiliated and violated, I felt an indescribable anger... Tsk! But I also knew that it was nourishment! Indispensable nourishment! With this, not only could Xiaoyao undergo the necessary process of transformation, but it was also an important nutrient nourishing and nurturing the same indescribable excitement within me—words are truly cumbersome; no amount of talk can compare to the simple and clear meaning of the erect penis throbbing beneath me right now .
"...Ugh! Ugh...Ugh, ugh, ugh..."
"Open your mouth...okay?"
"Ugh, ugh...huff, ugh..." Large tears streamed down her face, her eyes, brimming with tears, had lost focus. Her sobbing mouth slowly opened, a small, trembling opening.
"...Fuck!"
With Turkey's shout, Xiaoyao finally did what she...was her first time! Right? She actually opened her mouth willingly and took that penis! And she did it willingly while fully conscious! Look!
Look! Wasn't she enjoying it immensely? She even considerately swallowed the entire penis, which was practically touching her throat! Isn't this progress great? This bitch, isn't she just asking for it? Turns out this fucking bitch is so resistant to force!
"Gah—ga, ga—" The fat man had been fucking her for a while, and now, while letting out lewd panting, he thrust into Xiaoyao's body. "Gah—wow! This woman, ga—she's so easy to fuck, ga—ga, I'm coming, ooh—" Saying this, he thrust with almost all his might, each stroke so intense, making Xiaoyao bounce back and forth, completely disoriented.
"Ooh, um—um, ooh—"
"Ah—I came!" At the moment of ejaculation, the fat man revealed an extremely lewd expression, his eyes rolled back, his body trembling, making one feel nauseous—but, I felt even more excited! The more nauseating and disgusting this was, the more inexplicably powerful and abnormal excitement I felt! But even now, I had to endure this incredibly stimulating and mind-numbing stimulation, restraining my hands and forcing myself not to touch my already painfully hard penis.
"Fuck you! Once you've cum, get out of here! Now it's my turn!" With that, the blond man pushed the fat man aside and impatiently grabbed Xiaoyao's buttocks and thrust into her.
"Ugh, um—"
"I'm... about to cum too." Turkey, who was enjoying Xiaoyao's oral sex, said calmly.
"Ugh, um—ugh, um—"
"Bear with it, um ah—" Turkey hugged her neck tightly, and as he thrust his penis hard into Xiaoyao's mouth, he too trembled and moaned.
"Shh! Since Young Master Yong has already ejaculated, I'll take the liberty of pretending and give you a 'cleaning blowjob'!" The fat man said, pulling Xiaoyao's face from under the turkey's body without asking any questions.
"Blowjob my ass, what nonsense about 'cleaning blowjob'!" The blond man said while he was doing it.
"Fuck you! I told you you're ignorant, you don't even know what a 'cleaning blowjob' is... Uh? Young Master Yong, what are you doing?" As the fat man said this, the turkey grabbed a roll of black tape, tied Xiaoyao's hands behind her back, and then bound them tightly with the tape. Xiaoyao, who had not resisted at all, seemed to realize her situation only now. But it was too late to struggle, she couldn't move her hands, and a black strip of cloth plunged her into endless darkness.
"Ugh, you... what else do you want to do? You bitch! Do whatever you want, ugh, you don't need to tie me up!" "Quiet." After saying that, Turkey winked at the fat man and the blond man, signaling them to stop for the time being... Then, he carried the struggling Xiaoyao to the sofa, pressed her against the back of the chair, and spread her legs. After quickly finishing, he winked at them again, signaling them not to make a sound, and nodded, indicating that they could continue what they hadn't finished.
——————————————————————————————————————— "Knock knock—" At that moment, a light and faint knock came at the door. The moment I peeked through the crack in the door, I calmly sorted out my background before unplugging my headphones.
"...Boss Zheng, all done."
"Hmm." All done? Of course I knew! I had been patiently waiting in this stinking room, huddled in front of this broken computer, watching from afar, too afraid to even touch it, all for this moment… patiently waiting for these wild men, only interested in having their fun, to take my wife, Xiaoyao, away, tape her up, and wrap her in strips of cloth. Patiently waiting for her to be placed so close, to be thoroughly violated by this bunch of disgusting toads, until they were all aroused and their passions were stirred, so that Xiaoyao and I could finally enjoy true marital intimacy.
The moment I stepped out of the room, those toads seemed surprised and caught off guard. A quick glance to the side, and the turkey hurriedly gave them a signal, his hand on his lip to reassure them—when all their eyes were on me, my gaze remained fixed solely on my beloved wife, Xiaoyao—ah! That's it! The feeling right now is like going back to those years when I imitated a scene from that South Korean movie, carrying a bouquet of roses to present to Haruka, who was playing the piano, as a declaration of love.
But back then, Haruka's figure exuded a distance that could only be admired from afar, unapproachable, unassailable. In contrast, this obscene figure being defiled by a toad—humph, isn't it quite endearing? Doesn't this version of you deserve to be cherished and loved? Do you know how inexplicably exciting you are right now?
So what if you're frigid?
It's just an illness, isn't it?
With love, you have the best medicine in the world, don't you?
Just like right now, you know perfectly well that you're being fucked by a random man, right? But aren't you showing great enthusiasm for this silent, colorless penis placed on your lips? Haruka, do you know? For me, this is the first time you've truly given me the pleasure of oral sex! Do you know, your tongue is licking my glans? It feels so good!
You know what? You're sucking my cock! It feels so good! You know what? You're taking my whole cock inside you, right up to your throat! It's so pleasurable!
Ha!
Tsk tsk!
Why do you have to go through so much before you learn how to repay the love I give you? Why do you always use frigidity as a shield, being disrespectful to me, yet keeping me at arm's length! Aren't you enjoying it now? Aren't your skills amazing? Why didn't you let me, your husband, enjoy this service from the beginning? Why do you have to go through all this before... or do you have to be raped by some other man before you understand how good your husband is?
So...
humph!
So, I shouldn't be so gentle, right? At least right now, right now that you're covered up with this veil, I don't need to be so tender towards you, you bitch... right?
Well…
“Ugh, ugh—ugh, ugh—ugh, ugh, ugh—um, ugh, ugh—ugh, ugh—ugh, ugh—ugh, ugh—ugh—ugh—ugh—ugh—ugh, ugh—ugh—ugh—ugh—ugh—ugh—ugh—ugh—”
Tsk! I’ve never properly fucked your mouth, have I, you filthy bitch! Anyway, tsk… anyway, you never moan, never scream! Well then, don’t waste this cunt on that pretty face! You filthy bitch, do you know? Even if you’re a woman with no interest in sex, you can still make a man feel pleasure!
Ah—it’s so good!
Do you know how much effort, time, and money I’ve spent on this day! Do you know, Haruka, how much I love you!
Ah! Let your throat convulse! Convulse as much as you want! Only at this moment can I pour all my love into your body!
"Ugh, ugh—"
"Ugh, vomit—vomit vomit—"
Xiaoyao, does my semen taste good? You... probably don't remember what I taste like anymore, right? But do you know how attractive you are right now? When you vomit my semen from your mouth, landing on your heaving breasts, I'm practically mesmerized with excitement! You know what! Usually when I'm having sex with you, this vase, I'm already soft before I'm even halfway through!
Even if I'm having sex with other bitches, after I'm done and I've ejaculated, I just go back to being a normal person! But only you, Xiaoyao! Because you're the person I love the most, so right now, your husband's penis is still so hard!
So, now, let's really make love, okay?
"Ugh, ugh... huff, ugh... ugh, um... ugh, um, ugh..." Xiaoyao, look! I've cured your frigidity! Isn't that right? You know your vagina isn't dry and tight anymore! You must be enjoying being raped like this! Luckily, I finally saw through your thoughts, which is why I went to such lengths to find these wild men to gang rape you! Look! Isn't your plump cunt so easy to fuck? Being fucked like this, you must be enjoying it! Otherwise, why would your cunt be so slippery!
"Ugh, ugh... ugh, ugh, ugh... ugh, um... ugh, um, ugh..." Are you crying with joy? Silly girl, don't cry! From now on, I will love you even more! I will no longer leave you alone in your room! I will no longer leave you all alone! Because from now on, I will cherish and love you in the way you like! For your happiness, I will keep bringing these wild men back, letting them fuck you and fuck you properly, so you can always enjoy this kind of pleasure of being fucked until you're dizzy and disoriented!
"Click—" The sound of the doorknob turning came from the front door, and I snapped out of my reverie, glancing at the figure standing behind the crack in the door.
"...You're back so early?"
"Yeah, that's right...I wasn't too busy today, so I came back a little early." No, actually, I skipped the whole day. But to avoid worrying others, I wouldn't blurt out something so audacious.
"Is that so...hmm." Beneath the dejected look was a shriveled yellow duck t-shirt.
"Oh yeah, it's you who seems to be much later today, isn't it?" Saying this, I stood up from the sofa.
The moment I faced Xiaoyao, she immediately lowered her head and hurriedly walked away. Only when she had her back to me did she put down her bag and mutter to herself in a deep voice.
"...Uh, uh...right, because...because they suddenly invited me to stay for dinner, uh, because of dinner...so it's late."
"I see." Saying that, I walked towards Xiaoyao's trembling figure and casually asked, "So, why did they suddenly invite you? Is it to eat at their house? Or at a restaurant? Ah, let me think, is it because your piano instruction is so excellent that their parents wanted to thank you, so they suddenly invited you to stay for dinner?" "...Waaah! You...waaah! You're amazing! You guessed everything!" "Of course! Otherwise, how could I be your husband, right?" "Hmm...hmm!" Xiaoyao choked up, but still suppressed her emotions and pretended to be excited as she said, "Also, waaah, they asked me if I could increase the number of days for the weekly lessons so that, waaah, so that their daughter could improve faster."
"Oh? That...that's great!" To be precise, my request was to increase it from once a week to three times a week.
"Great? But, oh, but you might not see me again... Uh, I mean, oh, if you suddenly come home early like today, I won't stay home to wait for you! Like this..." Before Haruka could finish speaking, I quietly hugged her, who was trembling, and gently whispered in her ear, "It's okay... We can both try to adapt to change, right? Change is always sudden, but adaptation takes time, right?
Haruka, we can't live the same way forever! Or, what if this change brings something good? Or, what if you find a new direction because of this change, and our lives become better, right?" "...Waaah, how could that be? How could it become better, waaah..." "Of course it will." Holding her trembling body tightly, I said, "...Because of love, we can all get through this."
[The End]

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