My wife, Xiaowen

In the southwest corner of C City's West District lies a small street, roughly 400 meters long, teeming with all sorts of vendors every day. The street is a sea of people, its stalls lining the way. The cries of vendors, the haggling, and the horns of bicycles, motorcycles, and rickshaws mingle among the low-rise houses lining the street. Men, women, and children, selling fake antiques and buying and selling stolen goods, mingle in small restaurants and teahouses, everyone seemingly excited. This raw, bustling activity continues until late at night. This is C City's most infamous black market.

Of course, this bustling activity pales in comparison to the businesses run by the Liu family after nightfall. The Liu family wields absolute power in C City, especially in the West District. Liu Da, the eldest son, is the director of the Public Security Bureau, and Liu San, the third son, is the head of the West District's underworld. The Liu family's integrated framework of government, business, and gangsters is virtually impenetrable, dragging the entire West District into an extremely dark era. The darker the times, the less moral boundaries humanity has. The less moral boundaries there are, the more extreme the oppression becomes. The more extreme the oppression, the more extreme the wealth accumulation. Extreme wealth combined with extreme oppression breeds boundless depravity and cruelty.

My wife, Xiaowen, and I grew up in this kind of environment.

We knew a little rhyme from childhood: "Once you're in the Liu family of Xicheng, both the underworld and the legitimate world depend on them. Offend the Liu family, and you'll have nowhere to run, no matter where you are."

"However, the absolute control of the system has one advantage: social stability. As long as you don't offend them, you can live a peaceful life. But if someone's daughter is particularly attractive, then it's dangerous.

My wife, Xiaowen, is very attractive, with fair skin, a large bust, and a lively personality. She'll even crack a dirty joke sometimes. Her only flaw is that she's not very tall. As for me, I inherited my parents' fortune, and until a few months ago, I was running a chain restaurant with six branches. Life was pretty good.

Back then, we had a 30 million yuan mansion, and besides my wife, I also kept a mistress in an apartment in the city center, shuttling between the two residences almost every day.

Until one day, in pursuit of extreme physical stimulation, we encountered the demon of the virus, which pushed me to the deepest part of hell. At that time, I thought drugs were really a good thing; even things you couldn't have, you could get just by thinking about them. I was completely submerged in stimulants, immersed in the happiness of virtual images, enjoying..." Lost in the unknown pleasures.

The price of this endless joy was bankruptcy; employees, chefs, and even part-time workers resigned one after another. Shops closed in sequence, and the daily income dwindled. Repayments were delayed, and eventually, the bank gave up on us.

The beautiful apartment in the center disappeared without a trace.

To rebuild the bankrupt company and reverse its impending collapse, Xiaowen borrowed a mere 2 million yuan from the Liu family at exorbitant interest rates. Yet, we lived in constant fear of repayment.

In the end, they used our 30 million yuan mansion to pay off 2 million yuan of debt. We were homeless.

But that wasn't the end of it; besides the principal, there were still several months of interest that we couldn't repay. What we never expected was that this small amount of interest snowballed.

The Liu family's debt collectors were extremely thuggish. If you were even slightly late, they would storm into your rented room. Finally, with no other options, I took my wife to beg the Liu family for a way out.

We were greeted by a fat man who got straight to the point.

"Why don't you let your wife sell herself?"

"If possible, I hope she doesn't have to be a prostitute..." "We have to pay 60,000 a month, it'll be hard to avoid prostitution..." The fat man sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at Xiaowen's body and smiling.

The fat man asked Xiaowen, "How old are you?"

"27 this year..." The fat man looked at the gap between his wife's skirt as she sat in front of him.

"Dancing is fine, right?"

I looked at the fat man's face again, it looked like a pig.

I didn't want my wife to dance, but it was still better than prostitution.

"Dancing won't earn you 60,000. Besides, you two need living expenses. Rent..." The fat man stared at his wife.

The fat man's eyes roamed over his wife's body. He leered at her several times, but in the end, he didn't even glance at me.

"Think about it again," he said, walking out of the reception room and waving to call in a skinny man.

The skinny man had a folder under his arm. He walked to the table and threw the documents on it one by one.

"...If it's just a bubble bath, go to Little Golden Horse...If you're going to go somewhere else, go to Big Golden Horse. How much do you charge? 60,000! 60,000 would mean becoming a prostitute. Even just doing oral sex wouldn't be enough..." The skinny man muttered to himself, gathering several files from the table.

"Can't you just dance?" I asked softly.

"Just dancing definitely won't do...If you don't lie down and let all sorts of men fuck you every day, you definitely won't earn 60,000..." "Damn it! Say that again if you dare!"

"Honey!" My wife stepped between us.

"You're begging, stop pretending..." The skinny man threw the folder on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, please don't be angry..." My wife apologized to the skinny man. This was the first time I'd ever seen my wife beg so humbly.

"Is it okay if I only do oral sex?" Xiaowen asked through gritted teeth...

"Oral sex is 50 yuan per time, a 60,000 yuan informant?... I think it's a bit difficult if I only do that. Even if I work as a regular prostitute, each person is 200 yuan, I would have to be with at least 300 people a month, averaging 10 people a day, to earn 60,000 yuan." "So there are non-regular prostitutes?... " My wife asked the skinny man in a mosquito-like voice.

"Of course there are. Domination, dog slave, SM, enemas and the like..." "I said I don't want to be a prostitute!" I was about to explode, but seeing my trembling wife, I held back out of heartache.

"...Only oral sex, right? Then you can only go to the Golden Horse, but you won't earn 60,000 yuan, your husband will have to work harder..." Dog glanced at my wife and me.

"Thank you for your suggestion. Thank you."

My wife bowed deeply to the skinny man, as if I didn't exist in the middle.

Dog's phone suddenly started ringing. Dog looked at the phone screen with his tongue, and when he heard it was Fatty, he suddenly stood at attention and hurriedly reached for the phone.

"Yes, yes!... Ah... Yes... Okay, okay!" The skinny man quickly glanced at his wife's eyes and closed his phone.

I had a bad feeling...

"Okay, the team leader said there's a suitable job I can do. Go out from here and walk in, to the innermost room, we'll talk there." Dog pointed behind him, saying lazily.

"Okay, let's go..."

I quickly stood up, not wanting to stay in the same room with this skinny man for another second.

"No, you don't need to go. Your wife can go alone." "What do you mean?" I grabbed the skinny man by the collar. I felt that with his small frame, I could easily take him down with one arm.

"Honey, let go!"

My wife grabbed my arm.

"Let go!" I tried to break free from my wife's arm, but she held on tightly.

"Honey!... Wait here for a while, I'll be back soon..." The scent of my wife's sweet perfume wafted around. It had been a while since I'd smelled Chanel perfume. Thinking back to a few months ago when I was wealthy, Chanel perfume I used on my lover was as common as tap water. Now, this expensive perfume was something I only used a tiny bit of before my wife came.

"...Let's go!..."

I slumped down on the sofa, feeling utterly defeated.

Then, the two of them slowly opened the door to the reception room and left.

Why was my wife called to Fatty's office...?

I already guessed what Fatty wanted to do.

But we were powerless to resist; now, we couldn't leave the work they had arranged for us.

I opened the magazine on the table and read it carefully, trying not to think about Fatty and my wife.

However, it backfired; like in the magazine, the image of Fatty sitting on the sofa, embracing my naked wife and rocking her back and forth kept haunting me.

Two hours after my wife went in, she finally came out.

Facing the door, she bowed respectfully, pretending nothing had happened, and smiled: "Thank you for your work, I will try my best." My wife's strange behavior was definitely hiding something.

"It's at Da Jinma, the job is to work with other girls in a private room. My wife just drinks, dances, and gives oral sex to the guests. The pay is 1000 yuan per group of guests, so you only need to serve 2-3 groups of guests a day." "They also lend you a dormitory room for free, so you don't have to pay rent for an apartment anymore." My wife said with a forced smile.

And they provide accommodation, so we can save on rent. And Fatty said that if you want, he can also give you a job. It was just cleaning.

"It's perfect that you're working when I'm working, so we won't bump into each other, isn't that perfect?" "Perfect? What's perfect about it!" My wife clung tightly to my arm, acting as sweet as when we used to date.

We walked to a park bench and sat down.

"What did you two do in there for over two hours..." I finally mustered the courage to ask.

My wife calmed down and let out a long sigh.

"Tell me quickly, what exactly did he do to you?"

"You didn't do anything with that fat guy, did you!" I said the last thing I wanted to hear.

"Honey... Waaah..."

I suddenly stood up and grabbed my wife's arm. I pulled her towards the public restroom at the back.

I forcefully pushed her into the men's room, which was filthy and smelly, making me want to vomit. I pushed my wife to the urinal.

"What happened?"

"Honey, don't do this..."

My wife reached out to touch me, and in terror, she used all her strength to grab my arm.

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Why not...?"

Since you're going to be a prostitute, your body will become a public facility for men, as filthy as this public toilet.

Before you become dirty, I want to possess your still-clean body as much as possible.

No, it was already dirty just now, wasn't it...?

I slammed my wife's body against the wall, grabbing both of her hands with one hand. I forcefully pressed my knee against one of her legs, lifting her other leg and placing it on the urinal's spray nozzle. I rolled up her skirt, revealing my wife's black underwear.

I immediately slid my right hand into my wife's body.

"No!"

my wife shouted.

Just as I expected, my wife's insides were sticky and hot.

"What is this..."

I pulled out my middle finger, holding my hand in front of my wife. The long strand that was pulled out hadn't broken, still connected to my middle finger.

"..."

My wife stared at me silently, saying nothing.

"Tell the truth... was it that pig's?" I asked knowingly. "..." "Yes or no, just say something!" Tears streamed down my wife's face.

I knew this was her silent answer, and when I finally got her definite confirmation, my last hope shattered.

My wife stopped struggling and slid down the wall.

I braced myself against her with my knees. My wife's vagina was

forced open by my knees, releasing a strong, pungent smell.

"You've already been played with, you slut." I looked at my wife's vagina, which hadn't been fucked by the fat guy, and I actually got an erection.

"Lick me..."

My wife silently squatted down, pulled out her penis that was about to burst in her pants, and slowly put it in her mouth.

The slurping sound echoed in the filthy public toilet.

I had only seen scenes like this in porn; this was my first time in a public toilet.

Looking down at my wife, who was diligently licking me as if atoneing for her sins, I wondered if she had just licked a pig's head in the same way... Thinking this, I angrily pulled my wife up, placed her hands on the wall, and turned her around. I aimed my erect penis at her opening, pried it open, and the moment it was opened, a drop of sticky fluid dripped down.

"Ahhh!..." My wife's scream echoed in the public restroom. It seemed the pig's penis was about the same size as mine, having been penetrated by a pig, but it hadn't changed much, firmly enveloped by my wife's tender flesh.

"Tell me, between me and the fat man's, whose is bigger?... "

[The End]

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