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Ying'er and I have been inseparable since high school. From high school to university, graduate school, work, proposal, and marriage, everything has gone according to plan. To outsiders, we are a golden couple. Among the many couples around us who have been together for years, breaking up and getting back together, those who started dating at 16 or 17 and have continued to marry are truly rare. Ying'er is my wife, a part of my life. Over the years, our relationship has gradually transformed into a complex emotion encompassing love and kinship, a feeling that losing each other would be like losing half of oneself.

Ying'er entered my life when I was in my second year of high school. She moved from the provincial capital to Beijing to attend high school and stayed at her aunt's house, which happened to be our next-door neighbor. I can't quite remember how we got together now, but I've always had a vague feeling that I made a mistake like Fang Hongjian back then, falling into her trap. Ying'er always gets angry whenever this comes up. Years later, after our lives have changed drastically, Ying'er told me that she knew we were "the same kind of people" the first time she saw me, feeling a bit like the destined fate of the werewolves in Twilight. I could only smile bitterly...

Ying'er was a smart and mischievous girl. Not long after we started dating, my parents had already decided she would be their daughter-in-law. Looking back, my parents were quite progressive; even the school teachers couldn't do anything about us. So when she immigrated to her aunt's house, Ying'er naturally moved into my house. My mother thought that since she was always traveling with my father, having Ying'er with us would be better so someone could take care of me. I could only smile bitterly again...

Whenever my parents weren't around, we became a legitimate couple, able to do what we wanted whenever we wanted. When something is done repeatedly, a person's mind gradually accepts it and considers it normal. This principle was later proven countless times in Ying'er's case. Similarly, this principle also applies to the reserve of a 17 or 18-year-old girl.

Looking back now, I don't know whether we should thank this environment or blame it all on it. After a period of unrestrained indulgence, our interest in sex, or rather, my interest in sex, wasn't as strong anymore. This is a sad thing for a 20-year-old couple. We brought forward the marital burnout that should have happened in our 30s by 10 years.

At this time, we were sophomores in college, which was also the era when Japanese adult films were popular in Zhongguancun. I found my source of inspiration again. I've never been picky about adult films, but like eating vegetables, my tastes became increasingly heavy. I hoped that the scenes in those adult films could appear in my life... appear between Ying'er and me. Ironically, I've never been interested in any other woman. Maybe Ying'er's talk of destiny is true...

Ying'er and I went to different schools, one in the north of the city and the other in the east. We only met up at home on weekends. Our unchanging, formulaic sex every Saturday night had become meaningless. It seemed we were gradually losing the only thing that connected us. Our first crisis finally erupted one weekend... Seeing Ying'er silently shedding tears, I took off my headphones and jumped out of CS. I felt that some things had reached a point where they absolutely had to be resolved.

"I know we're in trouble. Do you... still have feelings for me?"

Ying'er looked up at me and asked.

"Of course, do you even need to ask?"

I said, looking down, playing with my Zippo.

"Then come here now and fuck me!"

I was startled by her sudden words. This was the first time I'd heard Ying'er use a swear word, and I had no idea how to respond.

I watched as Ying'er, with her back to me, slowly pulled her nightgown down to her feet. It was the first time in a long time that I had gazed upon her naked body. Ying'er wasn't tall, but her proportions were perfect. Beneath her damp, flowing hair lay pink skin, a slightly upturned bottom, slender calves, and fair, delicate feet. The scent of her shower gel wafted from her skin. Sadly, this didn't arouse any sexual interest in me. I even questioned my own sexuality at that moment. But I knew clearly that if I made up an excuse, it would be the end for us. Sex was one of the few remaining ways we could communicate.

I went over and hugged her tightly from behind. I could feel her tears falling, drop by drop, onto my arm… I turned back and turned off the room light.

"Turn the light back on,"

Ying'er said. "I want to see your face."

That time, I saw a girl who deeply loved me, tears streaming down her face, straddling me, trying to please me. But at that moment, I didn't know what else I could give her. Everything ended in the usual formulaic way. I had achieved physical satisfaction, and I wondered if this would lessen Ying'er's anxiety. I held her in my arms as usual, waiting for her to fall asleep.

"My mom called me this morning,"

Ying'er said, curling up in a ball with her back to me. "My stepfather died."

Ying'er rarely talked to me about her family. I only knew that her mother remarried and moved to the provincial capital with her when she was 12 or 13. Later, she came to Beijing to study and rarely went back.

"My mom wants me to go back. Can you come with me?"

"Yes."

I hugged her even tighter, feeling sorry for her.

"There are many things I haven't told you, and I originally planned never to tell you. But I don't have a home anymore. If you, my husband, don't want me anymore either, I don't know how I'll go on living... I know that if I tell you about my past, you might only pity me, but even if you don't love me anymore and just pity me, as long as you're still by my side, that's enough for me..."

Ying'er finished speaking and cried even harder.

I kissed her long hair and comforted her, saying, "Wife, you're mine now, how could I ever leave you?"

Ying'er turned over and hugged me tightly, telling me about her past.

(Just as everyone expected) Her stepfather was a pervert. Ying'er was sexually assaulted by him in the first year after her mother remarried. Although I don't consider myself a good person, I felt like whipping the corpse of such a scumbag. Even more tragically, her mother chose to remain silent after finding out. Several times, she even caught her stepfather molesting Ying'er, and her mother silently left. This twisted relationship continued until Ying'er was admitted to a high school in Beijing and left that small provincial town.

Although Ying'er emphasized that her stepfather didn't actually commit rape because he couldn't get an erection (impotence), I know how much psychological trauma this kind of thing causes a girl. A girl traumatized like this should loathe such things. It was then that I understood the deep-seated issues Ying'er had been carrying during our sex life, but I hadn't yet realized the impact this experience had on her sexual attitudes…

Thinking back, even though we'd been intimate hundreds of times, Ying'er probably never experienced an orgasm with me. She might even have faked orgasms many times to satisfy my psychological needs.

This also explains why Ying'er didn't bleed the first time we had sex. Although I'm not a virginity complex person (actually quite the opposite, haha), it's always been a knot in my heart because I felt she was hiding something from me.

"Wife, I'll always be by your side. You can't shake me off even if you want to,"

I said tenderly, looking at Ying'er's swollen eyes.

Gradually, her crying subsided, and Ying'er slowly reached her right hand down and grasped my penis, gently stroking it.

(Damn, again?) I thought, but I didn't want to refuse and hurt her feelings. I knew she wanted to repay me in this way. I fantasized about every actress in Japanese adult films, from Ozawa Madoka to Kawashima and Tsumi, in alphabetical order, but my penis just wouldn't cooperate... Suddenly, the image of that perverted old man entered my mind. I was startled by myself. In my mind, I imagined him inserting his dirty fingers into Ying'er's vagina in front of her mother, while vigorously sucking on her precocious breasts and gently biting her nipples. Ying'er let out a few low moans and looked at her mother with pleading eyes, but she was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure in her lower body, making her dizzy and disoriented...

"Is it good, you little slut? Tell your mother."

The old man probed Ying'er's vagina with his index and middle fingers while gently rubbing her clitoris with his thumb, moistened with her vaginal fluid.

Ying'er shook her head, tears streaming down her face, torn between wanting her mother to rescue her and hoping the stimulation beneath her would bring her to another climax.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound rang out as the old man slapped Ying'er across half her face, leaving five finger marks. Had it not been for his fingers inside her, the force of the impact would have nearly knocked her off the bed. "Tell me! Are you fucking enjoying this?!"

Ying'er cried out, tears streaming down her face, "You...you don't hit me, I'll say...it's good!"

"Slap!"

Another slap, half of Ying'er's face nearly swollen. "Speak loudly, turn around, and tell your mother!"

Ying'er couldn't hold back any longer; tears were flowing like a river. She hurriedly turned to her mother, "It's good, Mom, I'm enjoying it!"

"You little slut born of an old slut, just like your mother, a whore who needs to be fucked. Look at how wet you are, more so than any other prostitute I've ever played with. Tell your mother, are you sluts or are all the prostitutes in town sluts?"

Ying'er had learned her lesson this time, crying and shouting to her mother, "I'm slutty, I'm slutty, I'm sluts more than all the prostitutes in town... Ah... I can't take it anymore... Mom... I... I'm almost there!"

Thinking of this, I shamelessly got hard...

Ying'er, however, mistakenly thought her efforts had been rewarded, bent down, sticking out her round buttocks, and took my penis right to the root into her mouth. That was the first time I had ever received oral sex; before that, Ying'er would have refused to do it even if she were beaten to death.

At the same time, my sinful fantasies continued.

Ying'er's lower body was already wet with the old man's fingers, her breathing rhythm synchronized with the thrusting, and her thigh muscles began to tremble irregularly. All of this indicated that Ying'er was about to climax. At this moment, the old man withdrew his fingers and kicked her onto the bed. After a scream, Ying'er was left with only the emptiness of losing the thrusting and the unsatisfaction on the edge of orgasm.

The old man waved his hand and said to Ying'er's mother, "Old bitch, come here, let me show your slutty daughter what a cheap slut looks like!"

Ying'er's mother was expressionless, took off all her clothes, and walked to the bedside. She was a typical 35 or 36-year-old woman, and a beauty in the making. Ying'er had inherited all of her best genes. Although her lower abdomen was slightly protruding and her breasts were no longer firm, her skin was still smooth and elastic. What was even more unusual was that from her lower abdomen to her genitals was a barren plain, a natural white tiger.

The old man grabbed her hair and pulled her close. "Come here, you old bitch, taste your daughter's juices first!" he said, then shoved his right hand, covered in Ying'er's semen, into her mother's mouth.

Ying'er watched quietly as her mother licked away the semen from her stepfather's fingers, a trickle of clear fluid welling up from her own lower body.

The old man sneered at the unsatisfied Ying'er and said to her mother, "Stop licking, you've already licked it all clean. You like your daughter's juices, huh? Go over there and get some fresh ones!" He then forced her head down onto Ying'er's body.

Ying'er was caught in a dilemma. She instinctively rejected this extremely immoral act, yet couldn't suppress the immense emptiness in her lower body, and subconsciously arched her buttocks upwards.

The old man lewdly laughed, "Little bitch, want some pleasure? If you want some pleasure, you'll have to beg this old bitch, right, mother of the child?"

The old man deliberately emphasized the last word to humiliate the mother and daughter.

Ying'er's consciousness had been completely destroyed by this perverted scene. She shamelessly twisted her waist in front of her mother and said, "Mom, Uncle Lang said that I have to beg you to give me pleasure. Mom, I'm in pain. Can you help me?"

Ying'er's mother turned around and looked at the old man. The old man pouted and gestured for her to continue. Her mother turned around and took Ying'er's entire labia into her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked clean every last drop of the vaginal fluid from Ying'er's lower abdomen to her anus. She also made a sucking sound from time to time as she sucked up all the newly flowed vaginal fluid.

"Ah...Mom...Mom...you're sucking too hard, I can't take it..."

"Suck on me, a little higher...yes...right there...I can't take it anymore...Mom...I'm coming...ah..."

At this moment, the old man on the side had somehow pulled his underwear to the side, revealing a filthy, limp penis. "Little slut, enjoying it? Come on, let me give you some extra food, wash my penis!" he said, squatting down on Ying'er's face and placing his stinking penis in front of her.

Ying'er almost suffocated; this filthy penis hadn't been washed for at least a week. But for Ying'er, who was on the verge of climax, it became a powerful aphrodisiac. The more disgusting and perverse the thing, the more it aroused her primal desires. So Ying'er slowly opened her small mouth and took the whole penis and scrotum into her mouth (since it couldn't get hard anyway). Her cheeks bulged as if she was rinsing her mouth. The dirty penis and testicles swam around in Ying'er's mouth, and the stench almost made Ying'er faint. But at the same time, her lower body discharged puddles of vaginal fluid, which was then sucked clean by her mother.

What a lewd scene this was! I suddenly realized that this was what I wanted...

Watching Ying'er beneath me trying so hard to swallow and spit out my penis, I ejaculated as a stream.

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To be continued tomorrow........

Chapter Two: The "Illness" of the Zhao Family Women

After venting my frustrations, all that remained in my heart was pity for Ying'er and self-loathing, yet also a childlike sense of novelty, especially seeing Ying'er's little mouth filled with semen and her bullied expression… It was

the first time I had given Ying'er oral sex. I looked at her flushed face with embarrassment, gently stroking her cheek and wiping away the semen that had spilled from the corner of her mouth. Unexpectedly, she tilted her head back, her throat moved slightly, and she swallowed the mouthful of semen, then looked at me with a wicked smile.

"I know you boys all like to watch this, right~ I've seen the VCDs in your drawer." I almost fell off the bed, but then I thought about it, and it made sense. Before, when there were only two or three, I hid them in the dictionary, but when half the drawer was full, I got too lazy to hide them anymore, especially since I found that Ying'er had never complained to me.

What I was worried about was what she'd been watching, especially since my tastes were getting increasingly extreme. I didn't want Ying'er to think I was a pervert for watching some of those...

"Oh, which one did you watch?"

I asked casually.

"I've seen them all," Ying'er replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes!

(Damn) I cursed inwardly. I should have just not dealt with those aesthetically pleasing ones; at least those seemed relatively normal. Of all the bad luck, I'd switched to a whole series of outdoor exhibitionism and being fucked in front of her husband. Oh right, I vaguely remembered a few deep SM and bestiality videos. If Ying'er had seen all of those, I really wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

"Was it good?"

I asked, pretending to be nonchalant but waiting for Ying'er's reaction.

"Japanese people are so perverted... Do you like that kind of thing too?"

Ying'er seemed a little embarrassed: "No, no, I don't like all of them. I just wanted something new. Actually, I..."

Ying'er noticed my slight embarrassment and interrupted me, "Don't overthink it. I... I didn't mean to blame you. I know guys are fickle, and we've been together for so long with only me as your woman. I'm already very content. I'm not actually against these things, as long as you like it, I'm willing... willing to try... Actually, sometimes I do..."

I hugged Ying'er tightly again and whispered in her ear, "I know, I know. Go to sleep, we still need to buy train tickets early tomorrow morning." I knew Ying'er cared more about my feelings, a thought that often left me at a loss.

We were both exhausted after a night of fussing, and Ying'er gradually fell asleep in my arms, but I couldn't sleep anymore. I thought back to when I first met Ying'er, her background... And then there was my family. A series of fragmented scenes from a movie flashed through my mind. Ying'er no longer had a home; she had made me her home. My family, in reality, had long since died in name only. My father was discovered by my mother to be having an affair when I was in junior high school. My father insisted on a divorce,

but it was my mother's tolerance and wisdom that saved the family. From then on, my mother was always by my father's side, helping him manage his business, spending only a few weeks at home each year. I was sacrificed by them. It was Ying'er's appearance that made me feel like I was home every day, back in a home with people around. I looked down at Ying'er. She was only 20 years old, just like me, in the prime of her youth. Yet, the question I asked her most often was, "What are we having for dinner?" She bore so much... The family burdens were far beyond her years, and her feelings for me were something I sometimes didn't know how to bear or repay.

After an overnight train ride and a half-day bus journey, Ying'er's mother's home was much farther than I had imagined. But even more distant was Ying'er's mother's reaction when she stood before her—it could only be described as expressionless…

In this small building in a southern town lay Ying'er's painful memories. I dared not ask too much, afraid of triggering her recollections, only occasionally speaking to me when she wanted to vent. We didn't need to worry about the funeral arrangements; her stepfather had once been a prominent figure in the town, and all the funeral details, big and small, were handled by people in the county government. From their large house and antique furniture, it was clear this wasn't… In typical small households in a county town, each side room usually has a television. Ying'er mentioned that during holidays, when the county town needed to record programs, they would borrow their camera.

Ying'er and her mother didn't talk much, only coming out of the house to help with cooking at mealtimes. We stayed at their house for two or three days, and it was incredibly boring. This county town was practically isolated from the world; the only entertainment for the people here was sitting in teahouses chatting endlessly.

Ying'er was busy receiving mourners at home every day, while I could only mingle alone with a large group of men, women, and children in the teahouse. Gradually, I noticed that most of their conversations were vulgar—about someone's wife kicking her husband out of bed, or someone seducing a woman in town, and much of it involved Ying'er's mother.

"Old Duan didn't live his life in vain. In his last few years, he even managed to sleep with a beautiful wife. I'm not so lucky." "Hehe, he not only slept with the old beauty, but he didn't spare the young beauty either. When the mother and daughter first married into the family, I could hear those two sluts moaning every night from behind my house. That old bastard didn't even stop during the day, he was still doing it in his yard." "How do you know? You old thing, you've learned to climb walls too, hehehe." "Fine, then don't come to my house to listen to the old whore moaning next time." "No, I'll apologize to you, okay?" I was dumbfounded. I lowered my hat and slowly moved closer, sitting down at the table next to the two old men.

"You know, that old bitch still moanes all the time. Oh, right, there's something else I want to tell you, but don't get the wrong idea. Remember that gap in the back wall we used to eavesdrop on? I've been trying to pry open those annoying bricks, but the Duan family's old house is so damn sturdy, I couldn't get it open for months. Guess what? A few nights ago, I found that old bitch moaning again. I climbed up the back wall and saw a light. Someone had pried open that brick, and when I looked inside, oh my god, the old bitch was moaning and groaning as she fucked her cunt with a huge... well, you know." "And the worst part is yet to come. She was wearing flesh-colored stockings and high heels, with two big holes in her chest, her breasts sticking out and jiggling. The funniest thing is, I saw the hole in the wall on her bed. That hole was where this slut..." She pried it open herself; she was obviously doing it for me. That's when I realized why she was deliberately facing this wall, with a lamp on, shining it on her cunt—it was to light my way, hahaha. "Damn, this slut, the old man's body isn't even cold yet, and she's already in a hurry to find someone to fuck her... Let's go again tonight..."

I got up and left the teahouse, my mind still unsettled. Could it be that my fantasies from the other day were just a dream that old geezer had dragged me into? Ying'er had such an unfamiliar side, and her mother too...

During dinner that night, I glanced at Ying'er's mother a few more times. She was a woman from Jiangnan in her forties, but she looked no more than thirty. She must have been a top beauty in her youth. Compared to Ying'er's youthful beauty, she had a different kind of mature and quiet beauty, and a somewhat cold and aloof temperament. Ying'er glared at me, and I realized I had been a bit rude.

As soon as we got into bed that night, I started getting restless. Ying'er, as always, obediently responded to me. She was panting and seemed very excited, probably because this was the first time in a while that I had taken the initiative to get close to her body

. Having tasted the sweetness of the previous nights, Ying'er bent down to suck my penis, but I grabbed her. "Come on, I'll take you to see something," I said, helping Ying'er put on her pajamas and pulling her off the bed without further ado. We walked through the dimly lit corridor to the back room of the courtyard, which was Ying'er's mother's room.

"What are you doing?"

Ying'er asked me warily. "I heard someone at the teahouse this morning making a pact to come and harass your mother tonight. Let's keep watch here so your mother doesn't find out."

The faint moonlight shone on Ying'er's face, and I could vaguely see a hint of embarrassment in her.

"My mother's lights are all off. Let's go. You must have misheard." Ying'er was about to get up when suddenly the window of the room was opened. I grabbed Ying'er and squatted down under the window, covering her mouth. I watched as Ying'er's mother slowly peeked out, looked around, and then closed the window again. The lights came on.

I helped Ying'er to her feet and noticed a small crack in the window. Through the crack, I could see a voluptuous young woman standing naked on the bed, fiddling with something on the wall.

"Let's go back quickly, please!" Ying'er pleaded, unable to hold back any longer. But I wasn't about to let such a golden opportunity slip by.

"Wait a little longer. If no one comes soon, we'll leave," I said, holding Ying'er tightly in my arms.

When her mother took the cloth down from the bed and pulled a dark object from beside the bed, placing it on her lower body, Ying'er knew what her mother was about to do. Although I had fantasized about this scene countless times, seeing it in person, especially with my mother-in-law, still made me feel a little awkward. Ying'er had already closed her eyes.

After a period of mechanical movement, her mother pulled out the device, got up, turned on the TV, and then put a videotape into the VCR. What we saw next completely changed my relationship with Ying'er...

Ying'er seemed to realize something and desperately tried to break free from me, but everything happened too fast, and it was too late.

On the screen were two naked women bound hand and foot, emitting moans of pleasure, one high and one low. A middle-aged man with a large belly was inserting and removing his hands from the two women's vaginas.

Ying'er's tears soaked my arm, making me realize that she was biting my sleeve and sobbing, muttering, "It's over, I'm over, you won't want me anymore..."

At this moment, the room was filled with lewd sounds: the moans from the videotape, Ying'er's mother's cries of pleasure, and the slurping sounds of the black object entering and exiting her vagina—an extremely lewd scene.

"Old men, I know you've been peeping at me from over there. Do you like my slutty cunt?"

As she spoke, her mother spread her legs wide, and the black thing was thrust all the way in.

"Oh...oh...it feels so good..."

Ying'er's mother lifted her buttocks and slowly moved her genitals toward the hole in the wall.

"Come on, old man, shoot it into me, shoot it into my pussy, I want to eat your semen..."

A stream of white semen shot in from the hole, covering her breasts, lower abdomen, and genitals with a large amount of viscous liquid.

"Old man, you brought your son, spitting out so much semen!" She slowly scraped the semen from her body into her hand, afraid of missing a single drop, then sucked it into her mouth bit by bit through the hole in the wall like sucking on jelly. Ying'er's mother turned her head to look at the disgusting, pot-bellied man in the video, her eyes filled with jealousy. "

Duan Lang, when you were alive you liked to mess with that little bitch. Even after she's gone, you still want me to wear her clothes and fuck me. Look, my cunt isn't unwanted. Look what I'm covered in, it's wild men's semen."

"Ah... Duan Lang... come fuck me... ah... if you die... I'll be the town's slut... I want all the men in town to fuck me... fuck my cunt raw... ah... I'm coming..."

I subconsciously pressed Ying'er down beneath me, pulled out my throbbing cock, and shoved it into Ying'er's mouth. I grabbed her hair with my right hand and thrust back and forth several times, shooting a large amount of semen into Ying'er's mouth.

Ying'er's aggrieved face was murky with tears and semen. She spat the mouthful of semen into her mother's window.

Regaining my senses, I realized how utterly despicable I had been. I was filled with remorse. I scooped up the still-sobying Ying'er and ran back to our room.

Chapter Three: Uncle Duan's Lewd Concubine.

Back in our room, looking at the sobbing Ying'er, I was filled with regret. What an inhuman thing I had just done! "I...I'm so sorry..."

Ying'er didn't finish her sentence before throwing herself into my arms.

"You don't want me anymore, do you? Husband, tell me, don't you want me anymore? I did such a shameless thing, you definitely won't want me anymore, waah...waah..."

Ying'er's crying broke my heart.

"Don't talk nonsense, I won't leave you, never, really."

I lifted her chin and kissed her little nose.

"You're lying, I did...I did so many shameful things, you'll leave me when you go back to Beijing, right? Why did I bring you here...waah..."

Ying'er was on the verge of collapse from crying.

"Ying'er, listen, I will never, ever leave you. I don't care about your past, and... don't be angry after hearing this... actually... I actually prefer you back then..."

I really didn't know how to say this.

"You, are you serious?"

Ying'er opened her swollen eyes, looking at me with disbelief. "You... you like that too..."

"Yeah," I answered awkwardly, although I could only roughly guess what Ying'er meant by "that.

" "Don't you care that my first time was with my mom? Don't you care that I was brought to orgasm by Uncle Duan? And so much more..."

Ying'er realized she seemed to have said too much.

I could only suppress my surprise and try to appear calm, but my mind was already in turmoil. My logical thinking was completely blocked. All I knew was that after Ying'er said these words, I got an erection for the third time.

Ying'er felt the change in my penis and slowly turned around. "I...can too..."

I turned Ying'er around, letting her see the seriousness on my face. "Ying'er, we're going to spend our lives together. I think we both have a lot to share with each other. Only by being honest with each other can we trust each other and move forward together. What do you think?"

"Yes, I understand," Ying'er answered slowly, her head lowered.

"I can tell you things I've kept hidden in my heart for a long time, and I hope you'll tell me yours without reservation. I swear no matter what you've done, I will love you the same. Of course, will you still love me the same after you hear about me?"

I asked Ying'er solemnly.

"Of course, you know, I've always loved you more," Ying'er pouted.

"Okay, I'll tell you mine first. I...I have a foot fetish. I like your tender little feet in stockings and high heels." I picked a relatively mild fetish to see Ying'er's reaction first. "You like this, huh?"

Ying'er laughed through her tears, playfully placing her delicate feet in my lap. "Hehe... I was wondering why you keep buying me all sorts of stockings and those high heels I can't even wear out. There are people who like this stuff..."

I noticed Ying'er's mood had improved considerably, so I relaxed and continued, "It's not over yet. I also have an exhibitionist fetish. Of course, it's not me showing off, it's... it's watching my wife show off... and finally... it's what you call... cuckoldry... it's... it's wanting to watch you get fucked by other men."

I deliberately used a dirty word to see Ying'er's reaction.

"You saw me with another man...aren't you jealous? Or do you not love me at all, and just...?"

Seeing Ying'er about to lose her temper, I hurriedly explained, "No, what are you thinking? I want to see you enjoy life. Women have desires too." This sentence inadvertently reminded us of what happened in her mother's room earlier, and another awkward moment ensued... "What I mean is, I love you so I want to see you happy. I want to see you enjoy the love between men and women without any pretense. The more unrestrained you are, the stronger my feelings become. That sense of contrast is sometimes even more pleasurable than when I do it to you myself..."

Ying'er lowered her head again and whispered, "Honey, let's take it slow, okay? I can do anything for you, but I need time to adjust, okay?"

I nodded and exhaled. "Okay, I've finished. It's your turn. Remember, I can accept whatever you've done."

Ying'er looked out the window and hugged me from behind.

"After I became old enough to understand, my mother kept telling me that the women of the Zhao family weren't ordinary women. We all had a kind of illness, and only by finding our destined man could we cure it. My maternal grandmother forced my mother to marry a schoolteacher in town because of her class background; he was my biological father. Shortly after my mother gave birth to me, my father went insane. Later, he went missing from a mental hospital in the provincial capital and was never heard from again. My mother constantly used this to teach me, saying it was retribution, and that I must find my destined man. As soon as I graduated from elementary school, my mother brought me to this house. She said that Uncle Duan was her destined man, and only Uncle Duan could save her." "

After my mother married into the family, Uncle Duan tormented her day and night, pushing all the cooking and boiling water onto me. Sometimes they wouldn't come out of the back room for days, but I knew my mother was much happier than before. I hadn't seen her smile for many years. One day, my mother took me to the back room and said she wanted Uncle Duan to let me see him too, and then... and then... I..."

"I understand," I said, knowing Ying'er couldn't say it, so I wanted to help her out.

"No, you don't understand. Uncle Duan's penis is disabled; it was injured on the battlefield. He...he...has a bullwhip, left over from when he slaughtered cattle. He soaked it in medicinal wine for a long time, and it feels like human skin. That black thing is thicker than my forearm. He...he wanted to put that thing down there..."

I finally understood what that black thing Ying'er's mother had used that night was.

"What's wrong, husband?"

Ying'er asked.

"I...I'm excited...what you're saying is making me almost ejaculate. You can touch down there." I was indeed already feeling the urge to ejaculate, breathing heavily.

"You little pervert..."

Ying'er pinched my arm hard and continued, "That thing was too big. Even when it was wet, it wouldn't fit inside me. So my mom used her fingers to break my virginity. You're not upset, are you, honey?" Ying'er asked.

"No, no, I'm just a little hot. Go on, what happened next?"

"After I lost my virginity, every time they had sex, they would take me inside too. I know it's wrong, but I don't know why I never refused. Maybe, like my mom said, all the women in the Zhao family really have some kind of disease. Uncle Duan eventually gave up using that bullwhip on me because it was just too big for me. After that, he used his hands on me and my mom. At most, he could do it to us more than ten times a day. Gradually, I got used to that feeling, like an addiction. If I didn't get touched by Uncle Duan's hands for a day, I couldn't get any energy. Later, after I moved to my aunt's place, it took me a long time to completely suppress it. Hmm... that's all..."

"No, there's more. I think you must have something else you haven't told me." I looked at Ying'er with a mischievous smile.

"How do you know there was more later?"

Ying'er was innocently cute; getting information out of her was no challenge at all.

"Later...later...after doing it for a long time, Uncle Duan kept coming up with new ideas to mess with us. I know he had men from other villages mess with my mom, and he wanted them to mess with me too. My mom held a kitchen knife to her own neck to save me, so I know my mom still protects me...Later, even those men got tired of messing with me, so Uncle Duan remembered me again. He tied me up and hung me on an old tree in the yard, and made my mom...made my mom lick my genitals, and even made me...pee for my mom to drink...Anyway, he became a pervert..."

I was already dizzy from what she was saying, but I didn't want to interrupt her.

"Did your mom lick you comfortably?"

I thought that to show my strong interest, I had to insert a few more questions in the middle.

"Yeah, Mom's really good at licking. It's like she knows what feels good down there. Sometimes she's fast, sometimes slow. When she licks that little bean, it's always covered in my juices, unlike Uncle Duan's stubble which is all gritty and he just sticks his tongue in..."

(Holy crap, he licked that old man too.) "At first, I was really resistant. My mom would press my thighs down with her hands, like she was eating something delicious. But seeing my mom sucking and licking down there made me feel so awkward. She's my own mother! After I left her, now I'm the one letting her lick me down there, and in front of her husband, I'm even losing my virginity to her... But after doing it so many times, I gradually stopped feeling it..."

"After I gradually got used to being licked by my mother, no matter how Uncle Duan tied me up, or even hung me up and whipped me with a donkey whip, my mother would still lick me for a long time before I could come out. Uncle Duan gradually lost interest. Then one time, Uncle Duan blindfolded me with black silk and hung me on an old tree. I didn't know what was going to happen. Then several tongues started licking my genitals and my anus... I lost my virginity several times in a row. Uncle Duan even asked me if it felt better than when my mother licked me. I lied and said no, but actually I felt so good that my whole body felt like it was being pricked with needles... especially since I couldn't see, and I didn't..." Knowing where I'd be licked, I imagined it was my future husband licking me, haha…”

My wife looked at me and continued, “That time, it was the first time I felt so empty down there, I almost wanted Uncle Duan to use his bullwhip on me. Later, I couldn't control myself, I not only lost my virginity, but I also…pooped all over the floor…Later, my mom told me that the men who licked me were those ugly men from other villages. My mom wouldn't let them touch me, but she couldn't stop Uncle Duan from letting them lick my pussy.”

Ying’er suddenly realized she had used a dirty word and quickly buried her head in my back, like a child who had done something wrong. I

was furious.

“Anything else?”

I asked.

"I'm tired today, I'm not going to talk anymore," Ying'er turned around and yawned. (Oh my god, there's more!)

Moonlight streamed through the glass window, casting the shadow of the old tree in the yard onto the floor inside the house. I looked at the old tree, thinking about how Ying'er had been hung under it, how her mother and those ugly farmers had ravished her until she lost her virginity. My right hand rubbed my swollen penis, and the last few drops of semen, devoid of sperm, flowed out.

The next morning, seeing the dried semen on my hand, I suddenly remembered the large puddle I had ejaculated in front of her mother's window last night. I immediately became alert, put on my clothes, and ran to the backyard. If her mother saw this puddle, wouldn't that be... Yu told her where I was last night. When I arrived outside the inner room and saw the floor had been cleaned, I knew I was too late…

The next few days passed peacefully for the three of us, shattering all my previous illusions. Her mother remained expressionless as always and didn't mention that night. The seventh day after her death passed quickly, and it was time for us to return to Beijing. Before leaving, Ying'er's mother saw us off to the bus station. She handed us a package, saying, "This is something your Uncle Duan left for you. Open it when you get home. Ying'er, come here." Ying'er obediently went to her mother's side.

"Ying'er, your life is better than your mother's. You found your destined one at such a young age. You must cherish it, understand? Don't come back to see me unless it's absolutely necessary. Take good care of your husband." "Mom..."

Ying'er cried again, her face streaked with tears.

Sitting on the long-distance bus, I comforted Ying'er while fiddling with the package, trying to figure out what was inside. When I touched a long, rod-like object, I had a clue. I turned to Ying'er and said, "When we get to the train station, we'll cancel the sleeper tickets. This time, we'll take a soft sleeper compartment back and enjoy it!"

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, August 28th:

The Exposure Game on the Train.

I opened the door to our soft sleeper compartment and Ying'er and I entered. Although train tickets back to Beijing weren't hard to buy at this time, I still booked all four berths in the compartment to ensure my planned first training session would go smoothly. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before Ying'er realized I'd bought slow train tickets—the kind that stops at every small station along the way. A fast train journey would take 14 or 15 hours, and we'd be slowly making our way back to Beijing over two days.

Before the train even left the station, I pounced on Ying'er like a hungry wolf. The events of this week had fueled my desire for her to an unprecedented level. Ying'er giggled and dodged, her eyes wide with curiosity as she looked around the small compartment. Her family background probably never afforded her a soft sleeper.

"Stop fooling around, let's talk after the tickets are checked,"

Ying'er said, feigning anger.

"What did your mother say to you before she left?"

I pretended not to hear.

"Mom said to treat you well." "What else?"

"That's all." "Wait a minute, your mom told us something else, you forgot?" I found teasing Ying'er particularly fun.

"Then what else is there?"

Ying'er jumped down from the second-floor berth and sat opposite me.

"This," I took out the black bundle Ying'er's mom had given us from my luggage, "Let's open it." "Okay." I knew Ying'er's curiosity was sometimes stronger than mine!

Unwrapping the bundle, something that looked like flesh-colored stockings fell to the ground. I picked it up, shook it, and realized it was a full-body flesh-colored pantyhose.

Ying'er's face instantly turned red to her ears, "Mom, how could she…"

Just as I expected, the package contained the tools her stepfather had used to discipline Ying'er and her mother.

I stretched out the stockings, revealing two large holes in the chest area and a lace-up crotch area. I leaned closer and smelled the fleshy scent of a woman. "Is this yours?"

I asked Ying'er with a smile.

"Yes, my mom wore these too. We always share our things," she replied. I thought to myself that the old man had quite good taste. Holding the stockings up to the light, I could see the sheen of the fabric; judging by the quality, they were probably imported.

Below the stockings was a black leather blindfold, a large roll of yellowed straw rope, a whip, and a pair of small bell earrings. Below that lay a pair of transparent, 15-centimeter-high, thin-heeled sandals, the kind that allowed the toes to be exposed. The uppers were made of completely transparent, curved plastic, and the soles, about 7 or 8 centimeters high, had two small fluorescent green balls inside. I couldn't help but gasp. This old man really knew how to go for high-end stuff.

At the bottom was a long, rectangular package wrapped in oil paper; I knew what it was without even opening it.

The compartment door was knocked twice quickly and then pulled open. A female train attendant carrying a large black leather book walked in. "Here, show me your tickets." Her entrance was so sudden that we were completely stunned. When she looked down at the large table of things, she immediately realized she'd come in at the wrong time, her face flushing red. "Get your tickets ready, I'll come back later," she said, turning and leaving the compartment. I quickly called her back, took four tickets from my pocket, and she quickly exchanged them with her head down and rushed out.

Ying'er, head down, her face burning, said, "She...she must think we are..."

"Think we are what? Think we're perverts?"

I whispered with a laugh in her ear, "Or think you're a prostitute who sells herself on the train?"

"You bastard!" Ying'er jumped up and pinched my arm hard in the same spot again.

"Damn it, why do you always pinch me in the same spot? It hurts so much!" I yelled, rubbing my arm.

Ying'er sat there grinning at me. "Hehe, karma!"

This train really did stop at every station. After only two stops, Ying'er noticed: "Honey, why is this train stopping at so many stations? Did you buy the wrong ticket?"

"Hmm, maybe. Maybe I didn't explain it clearly to the people at the platform. They gave me a slow train ticket. No wonder it's so much cheaper than a regular sleeper." I pretended to be clueless.

"What are we going to do on the train? It'll take several days to get to Beijing." "Do what we love... Come on... Honey, the tickets have been checked now, no one will bother us anymore." I snuggled up to Ying'er with a cheeky grin.

"No, the door could open at any time. Don't let them laugh at us." "Hey, this way, they can't get in." I casually locked the inner lock on the sliding door.

Seeing that the door could be locked, Ying'er lowered her guard and let me roam over her body.

"Honey, do we still stand by what we said at your house?"

I pulled her into my arms.

"Of course we do...you little pervert, are you starting to overthink things again?" "Yeah, this perverted husband of mine has been thinking about how to train you, you little slut, all the way here. By the way, aren't you going to tell your husband what these toys are all about?"

"You're such a pervert, you can tell at a glance what they're for."

Ying'er completely let her guard down and started teasing me. "I want to hear the stories behind these toys from you, like in Mr. Wang Gang's 'World of Collections'." I grinned mischievously. "Okay, but I'll only pick three things for you. Mom said you can't satisfy all of a man's desires at once." Ying'er said seriously. (Damn, my mother-in-law has this trick up her sleeve, she was waiting for me here...)

"Okay, you can't hide forever anyway, um... then how about this stocking set, these high heels, and those earrings?" "Um... this stocking was sent to Uncle Duan by a comrade who works in Japan. I've never worn such comfortable stockings before, the quality is really good, even if there's a run on the heel, I don't have to worry about the whole thing being pulled apart." "Stop, don't drag me into that useless stuff, I want to hear the story." I laughed and scolded, "Hey, when are you going to change your temper? I haven't finished yet, these stockings are mine, my mom has a pair of black ones of the same style. When the weather is nice, Uncle Duan likes us to stand in the sun wearing these stockings and caress each other. These stockings can shine with an oily sheen in the light, just like my mom and I are glowing, and they're as thin as our skin. My mom and I like to rub our bodies together when we wear them, it's that smooth feeling..."

(Holy crap, is this even allowed to live?)

"How are you? Can your heart handle it? Do you want to hear more?"

Ying'er flicked my erection and asked. I nodded vigorously.

"These shoes weren't originally ours. They were taken from a stripper's feet by one of Uncle Duan's comrades when he watched a striptease in Japan. He even included a photo of the stripper when he sent them to Uncle Duan. Before we put them on, Uncle Duan specifically asked his comrade to ask the stripper. She'd worn these shoes for two or three years, and almost every time she sold herself, the clients would ejaculate inside them. That's why they still smell fishy."...

"When my mom and I first tried on these shoes, we felt really awkward, like our feet had been molested by countless Japanese men. But Uncle Duan said that the more we wore things that belonged to prostitutes, the more it would trigger the masochistic tendencies deep within us Zhao family women. So every time my mom and I took turns wearing these shoes, we had to make sure the other person cleaned the shoes and the other person's feet inside and out... Oh, and those two fluorescent balls inside the shoes light up at night. I tried wearing them and walking at night without needing a flashlight, and they even illuminated my stockings..."

Ying'er recounted the story in one breath, and I was stunned. My admiration for the departing Uncle Duan was like a surging river...

"This thing, hehe," Ying'er picked up the pair of bells. "Not earrings. They're for putting here." She held them up to her chest and compared them. I suddenly realized, but then I remembered that these nipple bells were fastened with pins, could it be...?

Ying'er lowered her head shyly and said, "Well, I've already pierced those... but I haven't worn them for years, I don't know if they've grown back..."

I roared to the sky. I consider myself a voracious viewer, a wolf among men, yet on those nights with Ying'er by my side, I fantasized about Japanese AV actresses, unaware that a peerless slut was lying right in front of me. How else can I describe myself except as an idiot?

"Alright, little pervert,

that's the end of today's story. Let's go eat." Ying'er grabbed my hand and was about to leave, but I pulled her back to her seat. "Little slut, from today onwards, I'll call you that when we're not around, understand? Little slut, promise me!"

"Oh, my perverted husband! I'm starving, we haven't eaten all afternoon," she whined, rubbing against my arm.

"We'll go to the dining car for dinner right away, but I have one condition: wear these." I pointed to the high-heeled sandals.

"No way! They're so high, I'll fall, and it's not stable on the train."

My face instantly fell. Ying'er noticed my displeasure and quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Honey, don't be angry. I'll put them on now, okay? But you have to hold me up, okay? I twisted my ankle wearing these before." Just as Ying'er was about to put them on, I stopped her again. "Such pretty sandals should be paired with a short skirt. Take off these jeans." "You...you're bullying me...you're pushing your luck..."

Despite her displeasure, Ying'er's hands didn't stop. She took a white, fitted mini-skirt from the box and put it on. Then, she unbuckled her high-heeled shoes and slipped one delicate foot inside. Her toes, painted with fiery red nail polish, peeked out from the high, fish-mouthed design, looking quite alluring. "These shoes get sticky and fishy when my feet sweat, all because of the filth you stinky men leave inside," Ying'er complained as she put on the other shoe.

When Ying'er stood up, she suddenly reached my eyebrows. The 15cm heels perfectly reshaped her calves and buttocks. Ying'er kept looking in front and back, tugging at herself, and said coquettishly, "No, no, this skirt is too short with these shoes. It only reaches my butt when I'm standing. What am I going to do when we sit down to eat?" "

What are we going to do? Here's what we'll do!"

I quietly slipped my hand under Ying'er's tight skirt from behind and pulled her thong down. Before Ying'er could react, I had already laid her down on the bunk, and the thong was completely off her legs.

"Come on, this is the first hurdle you have to overcome today." I reached out to help Ying'er up. Ying'er is a smart girl; she knows what the consequences would be if she objected to my decision, and I also know that she secretly has some expectations—a common trait among women in the Zhao family.

Ying'er took my hand, stood up, straightened her skirt, and we walked out of the private room. The corridor in the sleeper car had no air conditioning, and some inconsiderate person had left all the windows wide open. A cold draft blew down onto Ying'er's vulva through the bottom of her tight skirt, causing her to shiver.

"You little slut, is it cold down there?"

Ying'er quickly turned and winked at me, whispering, "Didn't we agree that you can only call me that when no one's around? It's so embarrassing if someone hears us!" "A meter or two ahead of me, a woman with a slender figure was wearing a short white skirt that barely covered her buttocks and 15cm high sandals. She was struggling to balance herself as the train swayed forward. If she had taken slightly larger steps, I believe a discerning observer would have seen a tuft of black hair along the edge of her white skirt. And if you were lucky, you might even catch a glimpse of her pink little pussy. I was immersed in this lewd scene... Just as

we were about to reach the junction of the two carriages, that clueless female attendant suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying a white porcelain jar. I heard both women scream at the same time, and a full jar of water splashed onto Ying'er's white skirt. Instantly, a hazy black patch appeared on the front of the skirt, and her two pert buttocks were vaguely visible. The entire white skirt was almost transparent."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I really didn't see it," the flight attendant apologized repeatedly while wiping Ying'er's skirt with a towel. As she wiped, she realized the change in the skirt, looked up at Ying'er, and saw that it was the same couple from the previous compartment. Her eyes immediately showed contempt. She put away the towel, turned around and went into the cabin, throwing out a "Shameless slut!" as she

left. I was watching the show from the side and leaned over to Ying'er and said, "Huh? How does she know your name?" Ying'er's eyes were already brimming with tears. Hearing me tease her, she pinched my arm hard again, in the same spot.

"I told you not to dress like this... Waaah... They really think I'm a prostitute... Honey, I need to go back and change," Ying'er cried.

"No way! Not a chance! If you can't even get past this first hurdle, how am I supposed to train you later? Can you say no when Uncle Duan is playing with you?"

"I... Waaah..."

My wife cried as she covered her skirt and squatted down. But the coolness of her vulva made it even more obvious, and she was at a loss, only able to let tears stream down her face.

A complex mix of pity and the domineering feeling of a trainer welled up inside me, and my erection was already fully aroused. I put one hand in my pocket to hide my embarrassment.

"The longer you stay here, the more likely you are to be seen by passing passengers. Why don't we go to the dining car together? You can sit in a seat with a tablecloth covering you, and no one will see you," I suggested to Ying'er.

Ying'er knew this was her only way out, so she steeled herself and continued walking.

The dining car was in the middle of the train; we had to walk through several sleeper cars to get there. The first few carriages were almost empty, with some passengers fast asleep. But as we approached the dining car, the hard-seat carriages ahead were packed with people. There was no way around it; the economic means of Chinese people were still limited at that time. Ying'er stopped at the junction closest to the hard-seat carriages, looked back at me, her hands still crossed in front of her short skirt, a helpless expression on her face. I hardened my heart and said to her, "Don't try to hide when you walk over. It'll only attract more attention. Just think of it as a fashion show runway, and they're all just the audience. Just walk straight past." Ying'er nodded, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her lower body already trembling. I even wondered if this first experience of "training" would leave her with some kind of trauma (of course, I was wrong...).

Ying'er composed herself and strode over. "Hey, hey, hey... Look, look! Isn't that woman wearing nothing underneath?" "Damn, where did this slut come from, walking around naked in broad daylight!" "Honey, what are you looking at? You like that kind of shameless slut, don't you? Are your knees itching again? Is your washboard not working anymore?!" "Look at that slut's shoes! They're the kind of shoes you'd wear on the streets of Dongguan. She's even doing business on trains!" Chaos erupted in the hard-seat carriage. I was walking at the back and couldn't see Ying'er's face, but I knew this was a huge test of her shame.

Just as we reached the end of the carriage, an old man suddenly stood up and blocked Ying'er's path. "Young lady, your attire is indecent. Look at yourself! Children will be corrupted if they see you dressed like this." The old man said to Ying'er, each word distinct. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Ying'er was almost in tears, only able to bow and apologize repeatedly. Unbeknownst to her, with each movement, her white skirt had been pushed up to her buttocks, exposing her entire genitals to everyone. Even worse, her vagina was constantly leaking vaginal fluid, trickling down her thighs...

Whistles erupted throughout the carriage...

"Look at that little pink pussy, I told you she wasn't wearing anything underneath!"

"Watch your mouth, there are children around." "Hey, what's going on? Only that prostitute is allowed to dress like that, but others aren't allowed to say anything?"

Afraid of making a scene, I quickly took off my coat and wrapped it around Ying'er. I said to the old man standing dumbfounded in the corridor, "Excuse me, could you please let us pass? The people behind us need to get through." The old man sat down again, looking blank.

Ying'er was helped to the dining car like a puppet. Her lips were already pale and she was trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face. She held my coat tightly with both hands, curling herself up inside.

I didn't mention the training again. We ordered a few dishes and ate slowly with Ying'er. I took a long dress from my backpack and put it on Ying'er, then led her back to the sleeper compartment.

After a few sips of hot water, Ying'er's face regained color. I smiled and asked, "Little slut, did you enjoy it just now?"

"What's so great about it? I don't remember anything after that," Ying'er said, looking at me with a reproachful expression. I reached down to her crotch, using her vaginal fluid to tease her labia majora, reminding her, "Your cunt is so wet, everyone on the bus saw it." Ying'er closed her eyes and sighed, "Mom was right, we really are sick..."

"Tell me how you felt then, and I'll give you a little hint about what's going on tonight," I said to Ying'er.

"You're going to... tonight?"

Ying'er hesitated, because my hand was already circling her clitoris.

"Tell me, the more wanton you are, the more I can't live without you." Ying'er's eyes were already unfocused. "Mmm...yes...right there...be gentle...I knew you wouldn't let me off the hook, so I wanted to rush over quickly, but those passengers cursed me so horribly. The more they cursed me, the more wet I became. Until that old man stopped me, I instantly felt like I was a prostitute on this train. Once I thought about it, I wasn't afraid anymore. I'm already a prostitute, why should I be afraid of showing myself to them?"

I quickened my pace...

"Ah...ah ah...so good...husband..."

"Keep talking, don't make me work for nothing," I snapped.

"Ah... I just want to be a prostitute... I want to show my rotten cunt to everyone on the bus, yeah, and that old man who keeps staring at my ass, that old man whose wife is yelling at him, I'm willing to go over and suck his dick, right in front of his wife, even if she slaps me, spits in my face, I'm not afraid, I want her to watch me suck her man's semen dry and swallow it all... And that old man lecturing me, he looks like he hasn't had sex in decades, if you don't pull me away, I'll lick his filthy dick clean in front of all of you. Being a prostitute is so comfortable... ah... husband... hurry... I'm coming..."

A second before Ying'er reached her climax, I pulled my hand away, "Ah... what are you doing... hurry... put it back... your prostitute wife can't take it anymore, your prostitute wife..."

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Chapter 5 Ying'er's Bodysuit Stockings

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By the time I reached Chapter 5, the story's outline and main plot were gradually becoming clearer in my mind.

Yesterday, I set myself a goal to write all fifteen chapters. I listed all the story points on a piece of paper, only to realize that distributing all the content across fifteen chapters would be too cramped, so I had to omit some content. I thought it would be better to reduce the number of story points rather than piling them up, allowing me to focus more on each one.

Starting from Chapter 5, each chapter will have one or two story points, and two or three chapters in the middle can follow

two different storylines. I will listen to readers' opinions on how to develop those chapters, but the main plot and ending have already been decided. If you like this article (I'm not very confident since this is my first time writing...), I will consider writing a sequel later for the parts I omitted, such as the part about Ying'er's mother.

Thank you again for your attention. Your replies and participation are my motivation to continue writing.

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I drugged her with aphrodisiacs. Had she been suppressing herself in front of me all along?

Just minutes ago, Ying'er seemed to have a wild beast inside her, imprisoned in a cage of her heart by societal moral standards and womanly virtues. Once released by lust, it would gradually devour Ying'er's mind, turning her into a woman unrestrained by any etiquette, even capable of committing acts beyond my guidance.

Is this the "illness" her mother spoke of in the Zhao family women? Is that uncontrollable woman still Ying'er? I don't know. I'm even starting to doubt my ability to control it.

I took a blanket from the upper bunk and gently covered Ying'er with it.

"Honey, can you hug me?"

Ying'er suddenly turned and hugged me.

I leaned down and lay beside her, hugging her tightly from behind. This was Ying'er's favorite hugging position; she said it made her feel safest.

"Honey, please don't hate me, okay? I just... I don't know why I said those things. I've tried so hard to control myself. I'll never do it again. You won't leave me, will you?"

Ying'er's voice grew softer and softer.

"Silly girl, how many times do I have to answer such a silly question? I'll never hate you, no matter what you've done. I'm so happy to see you let go of your burdens and show your true self."

"But I'm afraid... I'm afraid of myself. All these years I've tried so hard to control my body. I know my body is no longer pure, but my heart loves my husband. I want to be your bride, so I want to give you everything I still have in my body." Ying'er became more and more emotional as she spoke, tears wetting my arm. "I don't want to become like that... I don't want to become like Mom... Sometimes I really hate my body, and I hate Uncle Duan even more. Without him, my body wouldn't be like this... Waaah..."

"Wife, it's not your fault. Having desires isn't shameful."

I tried to comfort Ying'er. "Do you know? For hundreds of thousands of years, the survival of the fittest in nature has determined that female animals need to find different males to mate with in order to reproduce a high-quality offspring. Humans are also a kind of animal, so they will follow the same natural laws." "Get lost! You're the animal! You're never serious when we talk!" Ying'er laughed through her tears, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

"Honestly, honey, I've been wanting to talk to you about this for a while now," I paused, then said, "Have you been suppressing your desires all this time? Why haven't you taken the initiative all these years?"

"Well… after leaving Uncle Duan and Mom to live with my aunt, my body has been in constant pain. But I'm not a shameless girl, and I've been forcing myself to preserve even the last bit of my virginity for my husband." Ying'er turned and pressed her cheek against my chest, continuing, "The first time I met you at my aunt's house, I knew you were the one I'd been waiting for. I knew you would lead me out of this pain and give me a home. But I was also terrified. I couldn't let my body ruin everything. What man would want to marry a slut? So I could only hide from you. I was afraid that if I lost control, my body would… would be like what just happened…"

"Wife, I love you, you know that. Loving you means accepting everything about you, and I don't want to see you suppress yourself. Although I don't know what will happen to you if I let you go, I want the real Ying'er. Didn't you say I'm your destiny? This is what they call balance, because it's because of women like you from the Zhao family that there are men like Uncle Duan and me."

"Now you should understand what your mother meant by the Zhao family women's 'illness,' right? I think it's your innate, abnormally high lust. Suppressing your desires goes against your nature, and it only makes your partners more confused. The Zhao family women must find their destined men, special men who can ignite your lust, just like Uncle Duan and I. We not only enjoy developing and training you, but we also enjoy the cuckoldry that other men can't tolerate. So... we're a match made in heaven." "I can't argue with you no matter what."

Ying'er pouted. "Maybe you're right, I shouldn't have overthought things. I've always felt that promiscuity is wrong, but there's always a voice inside me telling me to let go of those constraints. I don't know what's right anymore... Forget about right and wrong, I've figured it out. I belong to my husband, everything I do is for him, so what he says is right. From now on, I'll do whatever he tells me to do."

"No. Actually, I don't want you to do anything for me. I just want you to be yourself. I know you've always cared a lot about my feelings, but that's not what I want. I want to see you happy for yourself, truly happy for the instincts you discover."

I stroked Ying'er's hair and continued, "The reason we're destined for each other is because you can let go of all the shackles in your heart in front of me. I've also figured it out. We both come into this world searching for the meaning of our lives. I want to unleash your instincts, let you break free from worldly constraints, and be yourself. Only when you can do that will my life have meaning." "

Thank you, husband. Then the meaning of my life from now on is to make your life meaningful."

I lowered my head and kissed Ying'er's little mouth. It tasted salty, from her tears.

Ying'er wiped away her tears, hugged my neck, and brought her little mouth to mine. For the first time, Ying'er took the initiative to put her fragrant tongue into my mouth, licking the tip of my tongue and sucking my saliva. My desire was instantly ignited again.

"Wait a minute, I want to see you wear this," I pointed to the bodysuit on the table.

"Hmm," Ying'er nodded, smiled, and said, "You little pervert, I knew you wouldn't stay serious for long." Ying'er took off her clothes, rummaged through her stockings for a while, found the neckline, and slipped her delicate feet inside. Her little toes, painted with fiery red nail polish, looked even more alluring through the sheer flesh-colored stockings. After putting them on, Ying'er slowly pulled the stockings up to her thighs. Under the fluorescent lights of the carriage, the stockings shimmered with a beautiful sheen, like the surface of a shimmering lake. When the bodysuit was pulled up to her shoulders, her two large breasts popped out from the openwork at the chest.

Ying'er seemed a little shy, but I believed I could slowly help her find herself again.

"Wife, you're so beautiful." I picked up Ying'er's stockinged feet, brought them to my nose, and took a deep breath. A pungent, fishy smell mixed with the scent of a woman's body hit my head. "Wife, your feet smell so good." "No! They're dirty! My mom and I have worn these stockings for years and never washed them..."

"Husband likes this smell, and your body is never dirty." I put one of Ying'er's arched, stockinged feet in my mouth, licking the cleft between her toes with my tongue, while my other hand roamed over her stockinged legs, feeling their smoothness.

"Ah...husband..."

Ying'er closed her eyes, enjoying my caresses.

I didn't miss an inch of her instep, sole, or ankle; her entire foot instantly became slippery.

Holding Ying'er's beautiful legs, I began to lick slowly upwards from her calves, inch by inch. After licking her thighs, I deliberately avoided her already overflowing vulva, and then licked from her navel to between her breasts.

I placed my tongue on her areola, swirling it around as I sucked on her pink nipple. While Ying'er wasn't looking, I gently bit it with my teeth.

"Ah..."

Ying'er cried softly. "Did it hurt?"

I asked tenderly. "No, it doesn't hurt. Husband, it feels so good to bite me,"

Ying'er replied.

I suddenly remembered the pair of nipple bells in the package, realizing I'd already licked her entire nipple and still hadn't found the needle hole.

"Wife, I want to see you wear those bells," I said, placing the bells in front of Ying'er.

"Okay, put them on yourself."

"But where are your nipple openings? I can't find them," I asked, tugging at Ying'er's nipple. "Is it here?"

I gestured with the needle's loop to the side of her nipple. "Yes," Ying'er answered with her eyes closed.

I thrust hard, and a scream rang out, "Ah!"

A few drops of blood appeared on her nipple as the needle pierced through her nipple and emerged from the other side.

"You...you're bleeding? You didn't...?"

I panicked and quickly got up to find something to stop Ying'er's bleeding.

"It's okay, honey, the bleeding has stopped," Ying'er pulled me back onto the bunk. "I'm sorry, honey, I lied to you. I didn't have a nipple piercing. Uncle Duan wanted to pierce it for me back then, but I wanted to save my remaining virginity for my husband...Honey, don't be afraid. I wasn't screaming because of pain, it was because...it was because I felt pleasure..."

I leaned down and saw, sure enough, a stream of vaginal fluid had sprayed onto the sheets.

I was secretly amazed; Ying'er, once freed from her constraints, always gave me all sorts of surprises.

"Then I'll help you feel pleasure again," I said, placing the second nipple bell on Ying'er's other nipple.

"Ready?"

I asked. "Yes, come on," Ying'er closed her eyes again.

This time I only used half my strength; the needle stopped halfway into the nipple. Before Ying'er could react, I slowly and forcefully pierced it through again.

"Ah! Ah! It hurts!"

Ying'er pinched my arm. "You little pervert, you're messing with me on purpose, aren't you? It hurts so much!" "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!" I rubbed my arm and cried out. "Didn't you say it felt good? I'll go slower and see if you feel even better." "You wait, next time I'll wait until you're asleep and then I'll give you two more," Ying'er said with a wicked smile.

"Please don't, I'll apologize to you, okay?"

"Then how will you apologize?"

Ying'er asked. "Just like this." I straightened my penis and thrust it all the way into Ying'er

's wet little hole. "Ah...you bad guy...ah...so...so deep!" Ying'er's laughter and scolding gradually turned into moans. I thrust rhythmically, and with the swaying of my body, each thrust made the nipple bells on Ying'er's breasts ring crisply. Ying'er was like a tambourine we played with when we were little, being fucked to a joyful rhythm by me.

"Ah...so deep...husband...you...you haven't fucked me like this in so long..." Ying'er was panting heavily. "I love you so much, husband." "I love you too, wife." As he spoke, he pulled Ying'er's stockinged feet, which were dangling in the air, to my face. The pungent smell of the stockings instantly filled my nostrils. "Wife, your feet are so sexy, husband loves them to death." "Mmm...husband likes them...from now on, wife will wear them for you to see every day...for you to smell...ah..."

Ying'er responded between breaths. "Wife...you're so tight." Waves of pleasure spread from my penis to my whole body, and with the smell of the stockings, I was almost on the verge of ejaculating. "Mmm...because...because my pussy is only for husband's big cock to fuck." "How does it compare to Uncle Duan's fingers?"

I asked deliberately. "Husband...you're bad...why did you mention him?" "Ah...your cock feels just as good as his fingers," Ying'er replied.

I don't know if it was because Uncle Duan was mentioned, but I noticed that Ying'er's vaginal fluid suddenly increased a lot. A slight sense of resentment welled up inside me; that old man's fingers were indeed skilled, something Ying'er still couldn't forget. I immediately spread Ying'er's legs apart, allowing my entire penis to penetrate as deeply as possible, and increased the speed of my thrusts.

"Ah...all the way in...all the way in...I want...I want more..."

Ying'er cried out.

My glans went numb; I knew I had reached my climax.

Ying'er noticed my change and cried out, "Ah...don't ejaculate inside...I'm...in my fertile period today...ejaculate...ejaculate in my mouth!"

Ying'er tried to open her mouth, slightly sticking out her tongue, waiting for my thick semen.

I yelled, pulled my semen-covered penis from her vagina, and thrust it into Ying'er's mouth, ejaculating wildly for a good ten seconds. Ying'er didn't waste a drop, swallowing all my semen, along with her own semen-covered vaginal fluid.

"Was it good?"

I asked, cleaning my penis and scrotum with her tongue.

"Good!"

I replied, panting.

"I want some too!"

Ying'er pouted and sat up.

"Then give me a few minutes to get ready," I answered.

"Get ready for what?"

Ying'er asked curiously. "Get ready for these," I pointed to the rolled-up straw rope and 15cm crystal high-heeled sandals on the table, grinning mischievously, "I'll take you outside to have some fun later."

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