It is a disease

Zhang Yan's own home is now just for show. After the divorce, her child left, and they almost never contact each other again. Her parents, heartbroken and indignant after she revealed these stories a couple of years ago, went back to the mountains and rarely come out. The two-bedroom apartment looks empty; the tables and sofas are just decorations used for sexual acts. Zhang Yan is still very clean. Although people often come to her house to sexually assault her, and often leave behind traces of their sexual fluids, she still cleans whenever she has time. The refrigerator is almost empty, containing only pink ointment bought by Liu Qi and yin-nourishing Chinese medicine bought by Uncle Xie. There are many bath towels in the bathroom, which seem to be changed frequently. The shower room in the bathroom has been removed and replaced with a small bathtub, where people often want to take baths with Zhang Yan. A special shower head has been installed on the toilet. A large pile of feminine wash and early pregnancy test strips are placed on the windowsill. The bed in the master bedroom is clean, but there is a large camera at the foot of the bed connected to the computer next to it. The wardrobe is full of sexy lingerie and some toys. The small room is piled with some of Zhang Yan's and her ex-husband's children's belongings and is now locked. Zhang Yan entered the house, habitually drawing back the living room curtains and opening the window to let in fresh air, which also let in many pairs of eyes. She quickly took off her sundress, throwing it, along with the ones from the previous two days, into the washing machine. She pulled up her hair, spread her legs, and assumed a frog-like position, touching her seemingly perpetually erect penis. A moment later, with a muffled groan, a vaginal capsule, along with a pool of vaginal fluid, was squeezed out. The entire action was performed on the balcony, seemingly for show. Finally, Zhang Yan took a thorough shower, rinsing herself several times with feminine wash. Back in the living room, she drank some water and ate something, looking at her schedule on the table. A wave of sadness washed over her, and she cried bitterly. She thought of her past life, her parents, and her daughter. At times like this, negative thoughts would arise, but they would always be washed away by her busy daily life and her sensitive constitution after crying.

This morning, she had to choose the lucky photo for the month on the balcony. She'd then do a live stream to earn money, serve Uncle Xie at noon, and earn money by serving two customers at the back door storage area at 2 PM. From 4-5 PM, she'd hold an auction in a less crowded area near the back gate of the complex. She'd eat dinner at home alone, and then spend the night with Liu Qi. Zhang Yan herself didn't know if she might be sexually assaulted in the meantime. Looking at the schedule, she inexplicably started to feel itchy. The live stream started at 9 PM, and there were still 40 minutes left. She could take the lucky photo first. Zhang Yan came to the balcony completely naked, dragged out the chaise lounge, placed several cushions on it, and knelt down facing outwards. She was almost over the railing, her snow-white buttocks sticking out high with no obstruction to her view. People in the surrounding buildings could see her alluring figure with just a slight glance, and even with binoculars, they could see her pink nipples. Zhang Yan's face was pressed against the cushions, her eyes closed in embarrassment. One hand spread her arms, while the other gently massaged her erection, which had recently grown a little longer. She could move her two fingers back and forth like a man, each movement bringing an electric shock-like stimulation. An iPad was clipped to the back of the chair, its screen facing the sofa. Zhang Yan could see it easily by turning her head while lying down. The screen displayed a WeChat group with dozens of members, almost all of whom had sexually assaulted her. Whoever could take the most erotic photo of Zhang Yan spreading her legs from their balcony would have her ovulation day scheduled starting that afternoon. Since the time it took for Zhang Yan to ejaculate was only a short 1-2 minutes, sometimes as short as a few seconds, it was entirely a matter of luck. Zhang Yan wasn't particularly excited today; she had been filled with semen by two men that morning, and although her genitals were still red and sensitive, she wasn't about to ovulate immediately. While anxiously squeezing herself, Zhang Yan nervously watched the WeChat group, fearing someone would post the photo. After nearly two minutes of this anxious and fearful state, Zhang Yan felt her period was approaching. Her legs began to grip the sofa tightly and clench rhythmically, thinking that she could finally escape her ovulation day. Suddenly, three photos popped up in the WeChat group simultaneously, all close-ups of Zhang Yan. Startled, Zhang Yan trembled, sadly burying her head in despair. She released a small amount of vaginal fluid, her whole body shaking. Following her, two more photos popped up in the WeChat group.

Zhang Yan rested for a while, climbed off the sofa, gritted her teeth, and bowed towards the outside. She pulled the sofa back, cleaned it up, and began selecting the man for ovulation. There were six photos in total. The first three were taken just before intercourse, the fourth and fifth were taken after she released vaginal fluid but before their genitals closed, and the last was taken when Zhang Yan rolled off the sofa. The photo of her getting off the sofa was very clear, definitely taken with a high-powered camera, but unfortunately, the timing wasn't right, and she didn't even get a clear shot, so it was rejected. The first, second, and fourth photos were probably taken with different phones; they weren't very clear, only vaguely showing a little pink inside the white opening, so they were also eliminated. The third photo was likely taken with a Huawei P30 Pro, the lens zoomed in very close, as if someone were standing outside on the balcony taking the picture. Half of the image was white, the tender flesh clearly visible, and the fingers, whitened from being vigorously touched, were also clearly visible. Due to the dynamic shooting effect, the vaginal fluid that had spurted out could also be seen. The fifth photo, taken with a DSLR camera, showed the fingers had stopped rubbing and hadn't fully closed yet; the tender flesh inside and out, along with the soft hair, was quite adorable. It was clear that the anus was contracting, very tempting, but unfortunately, the moment had passed; besides showing a wet patch, no vaginal fluid was visible.

As Zhang Yan looked at the photos, she felt incredibly good, regretting why she had gone to the balcony to spread her legs for others to see. She then selected the winning photo and sent a message to the group chat.

"Thanks to Brother Li Hao for taking such an alluring picture of me! Brother Li Hao is definitely the man who spent the whole afternoon planting seeds for Zhang Yan this month!" Zhang Yan is a really interesting woman. This whole thing was actually just a plan a few men came up with after ravishing her one night. They forced her to do it twice while crying and whining, and then no one supervised anymore, and it was hard to time it. But Zhang Yan actually decided that this was something she had to do every month. Each time, she would choose a time that wasn't easy to be discovered but was still very likely to be filmed, showing off her good looks while angrily complaining, fully enjoying the thrill of the uncertainty, and often regretting it afterwards. The men online in the group congratulated Li Hao on his victory, teasing each other and commenting on Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan went back inside and quickly cleaned up her wetness, took a dry cloth to the balcony to wipe the love fluid off the floor, went to the bathroom to put on some light makeup, and because she was naked in the sun every day, she applied body lotion and sunscreen all over her body to keep her skin moisturized.

Zhang Yan returned to her bedroom wanting to get dressed, but found her closet almost entirely devoid of normal clothing. Aside from lingerie, everything else was revealing outdoor wear: jeans with ripped backs, skirts that could be lifted in the front, t-shirts with holes cut out at the breasts—the only normal items were a trench coat and short socks. Zhang Yan pulled out a set of pajamas, a gift from Zhu Jiang years ago, and put it on. The bodice, covering her breasts, was completely cut out, and the skirt was a barely-there miniskirt, but she still liked it. Zhang Yan seemed to have grown accustomed to exposing her most private parts. She turned on her computer, copied the photos taken in the group chat to a folder called "Slut Zhang Yan," which already contained thousands of different photos. She selected the photo of her victory and printed it out in normal size using the color laser printer next to her. Zhang Yan clutched the photo, suddenly feeling a pang of sorrow. Her eyes reddened, and after hesitating for a while, she obediently opened the door. Outside, the hallway was empty. On the wall next to her front door hung a framed photo, visible to passersby. Inside was a picture of a woman with her breasts spread wide, strikingly similar to the pose Zhang Yan was holding. It was likely from her previous victory. Zhang Yan, her eyes red and her breasts exposed, took the frame down, replaced the photo, and hung it back up. The thought of being unreservedly admired for a whole week made her dizzy, and she involuntarily released vaginal fluid, leaving a beautiful wet trail on her thigh. Zhang Yan composed herself and hurried home. Once home, she tossed the photo aside, and another picture of her spreading her legs appeared in a nearby cardboard box.

At 9 o'clock, Zhang Yan reflexively turned on her webcam and clicked on a mini-program. This program, developed by a programmer who frequently manipulated Zhang Yan, was similar to a web-based live streaming room. Without moderators, it was impossible to get banned, and viewers could watch it on their phones and send red envelopes via WeChat. Currently, it was one of Zhang Yan's main sources of income. Zhang Yan logged into the program; the entire homepage featured only her as the streamer, her profile picture a photo of herself with her eyes closed. Clicking on the profile picture led to the live streaming page. The webcam facing the bed was actually on 24/7, as was the webcam clipped to the upper left of the bedside table. The top left corner of the streamer's interface displayed a photo of Zhang Yan's face, the small window in the center showed the footage from the webcam facing the bed, and the top right corner showed the footage from the webcam facing the head of the bed. The background was a large image of a woman visibly swollen and seemingly soaked, with light brown fuzz clinging damply to her skin. Worse still, the video feed in the center completely obscured her mouth. Zhang Yan prepared some things, seemed to be sad for a moment, gritted her teeth and went to bed. By the time she adjusted the camera, the live stream had already started. Viewers kept joining, mostly acquaintances from the nearby neighborhood, and some others who had shared the stream through their QR codes, but the total number was less than 20.

"So punctual! You stream almost every day, you slut! Want to be watched that much?!" "Let's start! Uncle Xie said your live stream is really sexy, this is my first time, I'll send a red envelope first!" A notification popped up on Zhang Yan's phone: 50 yuan in WeChat earnings. So Zhang Yan sped up her camera adjustments.

"You're still online? Even if we don't pay her, this slut will still broadcast. We all give her a few dollars at a time, haha!" "Yeah, I actually managed to watch one that hasn't been broadcast yet! It was worth skipping work today!" "Upstairs, don't you know Zhang Yan's is always there?!" "Hey! Upstairs, you can't say the streamer's name!!" "Ah, sorry, is it okay?" "

What do you mean? I'm new here, can I fuck her? How much?"

"Haha, no money needed. Just wander around the xxx neighborhood and you'll find this slut who shows her cunt every day. Just take her to a secluded place and fuck her. You don't even need a condom, just go for it. The slut will even clean you up with her mouth." "System message: xxx has been kicked out of the live stream." "Admin message: Mentioning the streamer's name and address is strictly prohibited in the live stream. Violators will be kicked out of the live stream. Three or more violations will result in permanent bans." It's clear that the people who developed and manage this program still cherish Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan was silently moved. The camera at the foot of the bed zoomed in, revealing two beautiful, snow-white thighs that hesitantly parted, one like a petal displayed in the live stream, slightly open, pink and tender, bright red and erect, already damp with moisture. Another camera was focused on Zhang Yan's upper body, clearly showing her small, cute breasts and delicate but not particularly beautiful face. Her eyes were visibly red, her brows were furrowed, and her gaze was fixed on the side, unwilling to look at the camera.

"Damn, it's already over! You slut, how come you're always here!" "Judging from this, have you seen the streamer upstairs before?" "Of course! A year ago, I found the streamer in the elevator one morning. She voluntarily spread her legs for me to see. Let me tell you, the streamer's vagina is very clean and pink, like..." "Damn, I've been getting fucked every day lately, I guess I'll never see anything clean again!" There was a place to put her phone under the camera above her head. Zhang Yan could see everyone's comments through this. After seeing these few, Zhang Yan clearly bit her lip, and her lower body slightly contracted, squeezing out a clear stream of love fluid. Zhang Yan picked up her thermos and took a sip of water, starting today's live stream. Each live stream was actually not long, mainly because Zhang Yan was too sensitive. She was easy to play with. She would broadcast for half an hour and then do it 5 times. She would often fall asleep after half an hour. The content of each live stream was basically the same: spread her legs for 5 minutes, clean for 5 minutes, and use various things to seduce her for an unlimited time, but each time it could not be the same. Zhang Yan closed her large, melancholic eyes, two tears sliding down her cheeks. She gently parted her breasts, revealing a pink, blooming vulva on the screen. The pink vaginal flesh inside contracted and writhed softly, maintaining this position. Soon, small streams of cool, lubricating fluid were slowly squeezed out with each contraction. The WeChat notifications rang incessantly: 5 yuan, 3 yuan, 11 yuan… 500 yuan. Zhang Yan was startled, almost losing her composure. She opened her eyes and saw it was from the admin.

"Damn, this pussy is really beautiful!"

"Top-tier, top-tier! Do you know the streamer has given birth?!" "Damn, even after being a mother, she's still so pink?" "Damn, I've already ejaculated, but I want to watch more!"

"Brother Chao, you always send 500 yuan at the beginning, you're really rich!" In the video, Zhang Yan closed her eyes again, her fair face visibly flushing red. Over the next five minutes, Zhang Yan displayed herself in various positions: one hand spreading her legs, both hands hugging her legs, her legs curled up like a budding flower, kneeling and displaying herself from behind, etc. Especially the poses with her legs clasped together, her beautiful, snow-white feet and the pink, tender flesh in the center of the image were truly irresistible. Five minutes passed, and Zhang Yan clearly began to arouse. Her body turned red, her vaginal fluid flowed continuously, her entire lower body was soaked, her nipples were erect, her neck and face were slightly red, and she began to breathe softly. Next came the cleaning. Generally, there are several methods used in rotation: rinsing the inside with water using a douche; washing the vulva and mouth with shower gel; cleaning the mouth and mouth with a toothbrush; using a speculum to open the vagina and cleaning the cervix with a syringe of water. The last one is somewhat uncomfortable and is rarely done. Today, Zhang Yan chose to clean herself with a toothbrush.

Zhang Yan took out the prepared ultra-soft bristles toothbrush, placed a disposable nursing pad underneath, took out children's toothpaste (grape flavor), squeezed it onto the toothbrush, took a small sip of water, and put the toothbrush in her mouth to brush her teeth.

This was originally her toothbrush. According to Liu Qi, using the same toothbrush for brushing the upper part of the mouth and also for brushing the lower part would look special, so she did as he suggested. Zhang Yan tightly closed her eyes, vigorously brushing her mouth to create foam, tears welling in her eyes, seemingly filled with regret. Then, she pressed her left hand against the area nearby, where red, swollen tissue had been squeezed out, clearly visible in the video. *Swish, swish*, the sound of payments arriving rang out frequently again, this time almost all around 10 or 20 yuan. Zhang Yan pulled the toothbrush out of her mouth, leaving some foam on it (children's toothpaste doesn't foam much anyway), and gently began to brush herself. Her movements were slow, brushing from the root to the tip, one stroke at a time. Each stroke sent shivers through her body. She brushed both sides, even using her left hand to hold the tip of her mouth in circles. The intense trembling made it difficult to maintain her posture; with each stroke, her legs gripped the sheets tightly, her back arching dramatically for a while before she could lower herself. Each time she lowered herself, she would involuntarily spread her legs with one hand and thrust, while simultaneously using her right hand to gently brush her mouth with the toothbrush. Due to the intense pleasure, she couldn't control the pressure, and several times the toothbrush head pierced her vagina, swallowed by the frantically contracting vaginal muscles. The pain brought Zhang Yan a slight respite; she would often let out a soft cry of pain when pulling the toothbrush out, then put it back in her mouth to continue brushing, impatiently continuing to brush. As Zhang Yan's uncontrollable moans grew louder, several men couldn't resist and began to masturbate.

"Damn, she's so fucking horny!"

"You slut, spread your legs, you son of a bitch!!"

Zhang Yan was blinded by lust, and now she didn't even close her eyes. Her large, bulging eyes were fixed on the phone screen, her own actions and the words of the onlookers both stimulating her nerves. Hearing someone ask her to spread her legs, she lifted them up without thinking and forcefully spread them open. A toothbrush was gently brushing on them, and the vaginal muscles inside contracted rhythmically and rapidly. At this moment, a symbol popped up in the lower right corner of the page, which was a "want" button. After the administrator agreed, a video popped up. In the video, a not-too-large, hard penis was twitching, and a hand was rapidly stroking it. Zhang Yan stared intently at what was about to happen, simultaneously spreading her legs and brushing her mouth with a toothbrush. Her whole body trembled as she clenched her teeth. Ten seconds later, Zhang Yan closed her eyes and cried out loudly, dropping the toothbrush. With one hand, she forcefully spread her legs, while the other hand rapidly rubbed her swollen, shiny vulva, covered in toothpaste foam. As spurts of fluid shot out from the lower right corner of the screen, Zhang Yan tensed, released her grip, and continued spreading her legs, spraying out a large gush of clear vaginal fluid. Then, exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed.

This performance caused many viewers to ejaculate, and several people left the live stream after giving her a few dozen yuan in red envelopes. After about a minute, Zhang Yan regained her senses, assumed the position again, spread her legs, and continued gently brushing her mouth and mouth several times, causing her to tremble for a long time. Then, she found a bottle of warm water and rinsed herself from the beginning, washing two or three times until, apart from redness and swelling, she was almost clean. With a flushed face and lingering afterglow, Zhang Yan thanked her sponsor.

"...Thank you...everyone, this slut's...is clean..." It was indeed quite clean; in the video, it was erect, its head peeking out, tender and shiny, quite cute. It hadn't closed yet, and under the light, it looked glistening and pink. Next came today's lewd performance. Many viewers in the live stream had already finished watching the first part and gone to work, leaving only a handful of 7 or 8 people. But even if Zhang Yan came to her senses and wanted to stop, her body couldn't control her and began searching for new stimulation. Zhang Yan took out the prepared chopsticks, a few peas, two peeled quail eggs, a strawberry, and a jujube. Today, it seemed she was going to perform using the chopsticks to pick out the contents of her vagina. It was unclear how Zhang Yan came up with this performance; perhaps the time she spent browsing websites had completely changed her. She hadn't seriously considered whether something like peas could be picked out of a slippery vagina. At this moment, Zhang Yan no longer cared about the fact that she had been sexually assaulted; instead, she blushed and explained the performance she was going to do to the viewers in the live stream.

"I...I'm going to...put these in, and then...pull them out. If...it really doesn't work...please don't laugh at me...to...not hurt, please let me...one more time..." She finished speaking, her face flushed crimson, and she lowered her head, too ashamed to recall what she had done.

"Damn, so slutty, asking for it yourself! Damn it, I'm coming to find you this afternoon!" "No! Pain is fun!" "Okay, but no!"

The constant stream of comments and the few red envelopes stimulated Zhang Yan's nerves. She nodded to indicate she understood, then opened her already swollen and red vulva in front of the camera and started again. Her swollen vulva was extremely sensitive; forcefully opening it and casually touching it brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid. Immediately, someone teased Zhang Yan for washing herself in vain. Zhang Yan kept opening and closing it with one hand, while quickly and gently kneading it with the other. Soon her whole body straightened, her legs tensed in preparation, but she stopped at that moment. With a flushed face, she quickly stuffed the jujube inside. The relatively large jujube went in without any resistance. Zhang Yan gritted her teeth and resisted the urge. While watching the video, she picked up the chopsticks, adjusted their position, and slowly inserted them into her pink and tender vulva. The two dark chopsticks stirred incessantly. Every time she tried to pull the jujube out, the chopsticks would slip and fall back in. They kept squeezing and wriggling the jujube, making it impossible to remove. Helpless, Zhang Yan had no choice but to continue stirring with the chopsticks. After about a minute, Zhang Yan tilted her head back forcefully, repeatedly contracting and squeezing out a small portion of the jujube. Almost exhausted, Zhang Yan weakly grabbed one end of the jujube with the chopsticks, accidentally pushing it back in. Zhang Yan's mind went blank, and she collapsed softly onto the bed. Of course, the performance couldn't end there. Coming to her senses, Zhang Yan dragged her limp body and continued stirring her muddy mess. Finally, on the third attempt, she managed to pull out a jujube and moved on to the strawberry. The strawberry was barely inside before the next wave of stimulation, the tightness crushing it in seconds. She had to leave it inside and insert a quail egg. Zhang Yan was already obsessed with the constant stimulation. After inserting the quail egg, she stirred rapidly while simultaneously rubbing her nipples. The quail egg was successfully pulled out, but it was broken. The yolk, mixed with strawberry residue, stained her love juices with an ambiguous yet distinct color. When the last quail egg was added, there was a "pop," and a large amount of her juices, strawberry residue, and the broken quail egg yolk spurted out. Zhang Yan let out several high-pitched cries, her lower body a mess, and she fainted with the chopsticks still inside. Well, it seems the hardest one, the pea, didn't need to be used. The entire live stream lasted 25 minutes, 4 times, with a total income of a little over 1000 yuan. It has to be said, this is much more lucrative than a regular job.

[The End]

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