young woman suffering

The outpatient building at night resembled a sinister monastery. Apart from the dim glow of the bright red signboard at the entrance, the entire building lacked any warmth.
The woman walked through the empty lobby, climbed three flights of stairs, and turned into a dimly lit corridor.
Her high heels clicked crisply on the terrazzo floor, the echo reverberating in the narrow space, as if trying to quell her anxious heartbeat and respond to the agonizing itch within her body.
It was an office door; some of the pale yellow paint had peeled off, the doorknob was loose, and it creaked when pushed.
A small wooden sign on the wall beside the door read "Director's Office."
These familiar details made her push the door open without hesitation.
The desk was a mess, but the executive chair was empty; the other half of the room was almost entirely occupied by a massage bed. Strangely, the leather bed was unusually wide, and several ropes with leather rings hung from the beam above it.
The chains and clasps swayed eerily, making a crisp sound, as if prey had just been released or devoured.
The woman's gaze was fixed on the air, a nameless horror causing her heart to pound faster and faster. Just as she was about to back away, an arm reached out from behind the door and wrapped around her supple waist.
The woman thought she would scream, but instead heard a soft moan. In an instant, an itch ignited within her body, and guided by that arm, she went limp in the man's arms.
"Miss Qi, it's so late, are you here to sleep? Look, I've even prepared a bed for you..." A wet, slippery tongue, accompanied by a lewd, hoarse voice, teased my neck. The woman, completely forgetting her disgust, was stimulated by the hard lump pressing against her lower back, causing her to heat up all over.
Almost at a speed that her body could feel, her vaginal fluid, hot and scalding, gushed out, causing her to unconsciously squeeze her legs together and clench the large hand reaching towards her chest.
Her top was ripped open without warning, and two astonishingly large breasts sprang out. The half-pulled-down top conveniently bound the woman's arms, leaving her helpless as two large hands captured and wantonly fondled them.
However, the woman immediately realized that this was precisely the pleasurable sensation she craved. As if it weren't enough, she shamelessly thrust her chest out again.
"These breasts are fucking horny, you slut, how did you grow them so big?" "Stop talking nonsense, I have to get back, when he wakes up... um—" The large, hard lump suddenly sank down, pressing against the woman's buttocks. Even through two layers of clothing, she could feel its hardness and heat.
Pressed against it, she was slowly moved towards the bed. When the woman finally managed to grab the edge of the bed, she was panting heavily.
Her skirt had been lifted up at some point. A hand grabbed and kneaded her buttocks, then quickly slipped between her legs.
"Oh—"
His grip was really strong; the woman trembled as he rubbed her, tilting her head back and whimpering.
Yes, she wasn't wearing underwear! It was to stimulate him, and more importantly, to make it easier for him to fuck her! This body had long been tamed; with just a little teasing, it was dripping wet with desire. He must have been smearing her with his own juices.
The woman impatiently arched her back, sticking her buttocks up high. This was her favorite position, like a bitch in heat.
The man would always thrust in all at once, using the most precise and tricky angle, relentlessly pounding her G-spot. Sometimes, just that one thrust was enough for an orgasm!
"Want it that much?" The man released her breasts and buttocks, letting out a cold snort, "You're a cunt that won't break!" Hearing the man pull down his pants, the woman's mind went blank; she didn't care about the vulgar words. Her cunt was dripping wet, her legs spread wide, and she couldn't help but twist her buttocks.
"Come on, please hurry up and fuck me! Please... make me feel good, I want to feel good so bad!" The woman closed her eyes, her heart screaming, but she held back her cries.
She would rather die than say those words, preferring to act on them, to steal, to be promiscuous, to go to him again and again without regard for anything... She swallowed hard, her mind filled with increasingly deep breaths. The woman's breasts were so swollen, she was waiting!
The woman's vagina was dripping wet, she was waiting! The woman's heart was about to jump out of her chest, she was waiting!
Finally, a hand landed on her waist. Her buttocks trembled. The woman could feel the incredibly thick tip, its terrifying heat, thrusting into her cleft, giving her labia a hard, firm squeeze.
"Ah—"
An electric, tingling, and numbing sensation almost kneaded the woman's heart—why isn't it in yet! Hurry!
I can't take it anymore!
"I'm sorry..."
the man's hoarse voice uttered those three words lightly.
His hand remained on her waist, but the heat had dissipated, and the woman's heart skipped a beat, almost causing her to lose her balance.
"Hehe... I'm sorry! Hmph... Haha..."
As if he had discovered the funniest joke in the world, the man laughed uncontrollably, his laughter growing louder and more unstoppable, "Haha... Ah—I'm sorry, you slut! You whore! You bitch! Ah—Haha..." The woman's body gradually stiffened with laughter, the lustful fluid hanging on her inner thighs turning icy cold, her heart sinking!
Suddenly, the laughter changed, becoming someone else's, also saying sorry, laughing so sadly, so sadly!
It was Xu Bo's voice, the woman's husband's voice! Startled, she turned around in panic, only to see the office door swaying empty and forlornly... Suddenly, a hard thing pierced her body.
"Ah—" The woman was thrown forward, her eyes snapping open, her mouth agape to scream, only to find herself surrounded by darkness, with the curtains she had personally chosen hanging in the window before her.
Sweat soaked her entire body. Panting and flustered, Qi Jing noticed Xu Bo's arm loosely draped over her waist, her back pressed against his broad chest.
His face was almost buried in her hair, his warm, steady breath brushing against her earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
The night was utterly still, yet incredibly warm.
Qi Jing closed her eyes again, the heat coursing through her body gradually subsiding.
The moist breath brushing against her ear was like a wind in a field, stubbornly subduing withered grass, rippling the surface of a lake, relentlessly filling the boundless emptiness.
Her senses returned to her surroundings.
The soft, fragrant bed, the hand on her waist, the embrace against her back, the trembling hair, and the suppressed sobs in her gradually calming breaths—all pierced the tranquil vastness of the night.
When her fingers unconsciously touched her lower abdomen, the quiet there sent a jolt through her body, pulled from the boiling cauldron of desire, as if struck by a bullet, her heart shattering in an instant.
She didn't know when, but her pillow was already soaked with tears. A cold, heavy, and boundless regret and humiliation, like a jagged stone, weighed heavily on her throat, growing heavier and heavier.
Xu Bo rolled over, his arm leaving her waist, lying flat on his back. Suddenly, his back lost its support, and a slight chill rose from the fine sweat on his body.
After a long while, Qi Jing finally calmed herself down, turning slightly to look at him. In the moonlight filtering through the curtains, she could clearly see the handsome profile of him, from his forehead and eyebrows to the bridge of his nose.
Xu Bo's mouth moved slightly, uttering a muffled murmur, then his Adam's apple bobbed, his smooth skin bulging with each swallow. Suddenly, she felt surrounded by a familiar scent.
A sudden urge to touch him arose, but after several attempts, she couldn't muster the courage to reach out, as if a thousand mountains and rivers separated them even though they were so close.
Although they slept in the same bed, they had never made love.
The doctor's order to abstain from intercourse had long passed, but Xu Bo would only gently hug her, smiling and urging her to go to sleep, without touching any sensitive areas.
He had never been a self-disciplined gentleman; even when he was injured in the hospital and lying in bed, he would seize any opportunity to be intimate when no one was around.
But now, he was no longer groping her. His hugs were gentle and affectionate, without any deliberate avoidance or the slightest impulse.
Faced with this peaceful coexistence, Qi Jing felt only a chill in her heart, but who could she blame?
When she woke up again, it was already bright outside, and the other side of the bed was empty.
Qi Jing reached out and touched the lingering warmth on the sheets, feeling utterly exhausted, almost struggling to get up.
Her waist was becoming more and more like an hourglass shape, and even sitting down at the dressing table was somewhat clumsy. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel annoyed.
After smoothing her hair, her bare face in the mirror was still beautiful, but her complexion was slightly pale, and her somewhat sluggish eyes couldn't hide the weariness after insomnia.
She sighed softly, forced a smile, and turned the corners of her mouth towards herself.
This was a daily ritual.
Before, it was to tell herself that she was naturally beautiful, youthful and invincible, and to bravely accept the admiring, envious, jealous, and even lustful gazes.
Smiling at herself like this would fill her with confidence all day!
Later, the items on her vanity grew more numerous and increasingly luxurious. Her smile gradually acquired more layers of meaning.
There was the elegance that comes with age, the weariness of daily routines, the composure and sophistication gained through experience, and the blank stares of absentmindedness, subtly tinged with a hint of melancholy.
She glanced at the time; it was almost eight o'clock.
Qi Jing was considered part of the system, but she didn't wield much power and didn't particularly care about her prestigious civil servant status. Although her work was leisurely, she still had to go to work as usual.
The boredom amidst the ease was a more sophisticated version of boredom. She silently stroked the restless, perfect lines of her face with her gaze. Perhaps it was precisely this boredom that had bewitched her.
Taking a deep breath, she began working with the bottles and jars on the table, her movements light and practiced, each step intuitive and effortless.
For her, makeup was simply about subtle enhancements and embellishments, focusing on details to subtly highlight her strengths; there was no need for a massive makeover.
"You can't even tell there's any difference!" Xu Bo had complained more than once about those expensive bottles costing thousands. Little did he know, the highest level of makeup is when people can't tell you're wearing makeup.
After finishing, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and examined herself. Although she had to wear a loose-fitting dress, the person in the mirror was still graceful and radiant.
Her full breasts filled out the skirt slightly, her abdomen was perfectly concealed, and the curves of her shoulders, back, waist, and hips were subtly revealed, only adding to her allure.
"Jingjing, hurry up, you're late for work!" It was her mother calling.
Qi Jing didn't answer and went straight out.
His mother, solicitously urging him to hurry, poured soy milk for Xu Bo, her smile laced with undisguised flattery. On the table sat red-brown fried dough sticks, golden fried eggs, and milky white soy milk, the warm colors radiating warmth.
Xu Bo, wearing a sweatshirt and munching on a fried dough stick, glanced at Qi Jing, said, "Eat up," and continued eating. His hair was damp, whether from sweat or from not drying it properly after a shower, she couldn't tell.
Qi Jing couldn't discern the emotion in his voice, simply humming in agreement, walking to the table, picking up a fried dough stick, taking a bite, and reaching for her bag on the cabinet.
"I'm coming soon..."
Before she could finish the last two words, Xu Bo leaned over, grabbed her arm, and pulled her backward back to the table.
With food in his mouth, he pointed to the chair, glanced at her, his gaze revealing no emotion behind his usual domineering demeanor.
Lately, Qi Jing seemed to have a radar installed in her brain, unconsciously trying to detect emotional fluctuations in every move a man made, but unfortunately, it hadn't worked very well, and this time it was futile again.
"Eat properly, you can't lack nutrition now," Xu Bo said, taking a sip of soy milk and swallowing his food, his tone as usual, but without looking at her.
"Yes, yes, Jingjing, you're not alone anymore, you can't be as willful and carefree as before." Her mother quickly chimed in, pushing two fried eggs in front of her, "Look how much Xu Bo cares about you!" Her tone was full of blatant flattery.
Qi Jing brought the fried dough stick in her hand to her mouth and obediently picked up the spoon.
"Cares," "before," "not alone," each word was stimulating her nerves in different ways.
Two months had passed.
That day, Xu Bo dragged her out of the operating room without saying a word and went straight home. She pressed him for an explanation. He remained silent, not uttering a single word until they entered the house, settling her into bed with a sullen face.
She had never seen him like this before. She obediently let him do as he pleased, her heart pounding. Seeing him get up to leave the room, she couldn't hold back any longer and chased after him, asking,
"What's wrong?"
He closed the bedroom door and left without looking back. Qi Jing heard the sound of a lighter in the living room.
A wave of nausea washed over her. She rushed to the bathroom, only to dry heave in vain, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know if it was the intense morning sickness or something else, but she felt a crushing pain in her chest.
Both sets of parents had hoped they would have a child, saying the first pregnancy was best and that they should plan carefully and prepare meticulously.
But now everything was over. The first child in her womb felt like a demon covered in barbs; she could even hear its sharp, piercing mockery!
In the days after Chen Jingyu disappeared, she neither ate nor drank. Even during the day, she felt like she was lying in endless darkness, her body devoid of life.
The wedding photos, left untouched after the divorce, still hung above the bed. The once warm and inviting room had become a mocking, boundless hell, endlessly echoing the hysterical moans of a wanton woman.
Lost in the mire of lust, her mind was overwhelmed by wave after wave of orgasms, shamelessly licking a massive penis like a whore, naively believing it contained miraculous family techniques and respectable education.
In reality, she merely wanted this elegant yet shameless penis to fuck her.
That shameless whore was herself!
In the silence of the night, Qi Jing could hear the blood flowing through her body, from her increasingly weak heart to the warm cavity below her abdomen.
There, an ignorant life was being nurtured.
She didn't know whether to thank it or hate it; it had made her see her own frivolity and naivety, awakening her from that foolish and laughable dream.
Perhaps soon, it too would drain all the strength from her life, leaving her unable to see, hear, or think anything.
"...My heart races when I see him!"
These were the words she uttered in front of her own mother. She could still clearly remember the stunned look on her face. Who was she trying to convince with such a far-fetched and shameless excuse?
Besides that slut herself, who the hell believed in a racing heart? Was a racing heart simply a feeling of wanting to be fucked?
Was it lust or love? It was all so blurry.
That beast in human clothing didn't even have the guts to show his face before running away. That bastard actually let her carry his child and willingly dreamt of a life of blissful intimacy.
She was truly fucked senseless by that huge cock, driven mad, stripped of her dignity, her shame, and all her former pride.
What despicable things wouldn't she do to please him? Does a woman's IQ really drop to zero once she believes in love?
Everything was destroyed by a single "I'm sorry." The most ridiculous ending couldn't be more so. What meaning does it have for a withered, decaying body, no matter how clear the distinctions are?
Whatever the feelings, once the heart stops beating, it all becomes an illusion.
However, there was someone even more foolish than her—the man now sitting in the living room, chain-smoking.
Xu Bo had shielded her when she was at her most vulnerable, telling those people he was her husband! But she could no longer welcome him back to their former home; she could only flee alone.
When she was about to exhaust her last bit of energy and lose all hope in the world, he came. There was no blame, no resentment, just a tight embrace… But she couldn't bring herself to call him husband anymore. All she could say was, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
From beginning to end, she wanted to say those three words. She always knew it was wrong, but refused to admit it.
At first, she told herself it was his fault—his womanizing ways, his arrogance, his lack of understanding of her feelings, his self-righteousness in only trying to appease her with money. But no matter how many reasons she gave, she couldn't hide the shadow of those three words in her heart.
She remembered that she finally uttered those three words, perhaps just to give herself an explanation.
That day, Xu Bo signed the divorce papers and left the house, dejected. The moment he stepped out the door, she blurted out in a panic, her voice so weak, guilt having exhausted her courage. She didn't know if he heard her.
At that moment, she realized how afraid she was of seeing his sorrowful departing figure.
Unexpectedly, he hadn't gone far; he came back.
When he held her broken and filthy body, she clearly realized that the only thing she cherished in this world was those three words.
She could still say "I'm sorry" to his face.
At that moment, her numb and cold heart was so grateful for God's forgiveness, for still giving her this chance.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Qi Jing used all her strength, not expecting his forgiveness, only wanting to escape into the darkness of ignorance after saying it, no longer having to face her own ugliness and all the absurdities she couldn't bear to recall.
He didn't say whether he forgave her or not, but responded with a cool, gentle kiss. She felt her withered, stiff body become light and shattered inch by inch by his kiss, her parched heart burning with pain.
A sharp scream echoed in the room, followed by heart-wrenching sobs. Only when her throat was hoarse as if she had swallowed burning coals did she realize that the screams were her long-accumulated remorse and grievances.
His arms were so strong yet so careful, as if holding a lost treasure that had been found again, until she regained her composure. She
had to abort the child.
She knew she might live with guilt for the rest of her life, but even so, she would have no complaints, but she couldn't keep this child, she couldn't let Xu Bo suffer such humiliation.
She didn't understand what this scene at the hospital meant, or rather, she needed a clear explanation.
Xu Bo was always quick-witted and decisive, which was something she admired about him. Now, he was hiding away, silently smoking, leaving her hanging—it was unbearable.
The things they had agreed on couldn't just be left unresolved.
"I'm the one who's wrong, I'm in pain, I regret it, I have no right to ask for anything, but I can at least make my own decisions, right? I don't need unjustified pity or charity!" Wiping away her tears, Qi Jing walked into the living room.
"What happened? Why?" she shouted.
Xu Bo glanced at her but didn't answer.
"Speak! Are you mute!"
Xu Bo stood up from the sofa, as if there was a puddle under his feet. He moved closer, looking at her with an extremely complicated expression.
In that instant, Qi Jing felt a strange panic, as if the man standing before her wasn't the one she knew. His shoulders suddenly seemed as high as a mountain, yet slightly hunched.
Without meeting her gaze, Xu Bo stubbed out his cigarette and crushed the butt in the ashtray.
"I want this child." His voice was deeper than ever before.
"Are you crazy?! It's not your child..." Qi Jing blurted out, a sharp pain shooting through her heart.
Xu Bo stiffened, then turned to look at her. This time, she saw in his eyes something like two red-hot steel ingots being hammered.
"But it's your child!"
Qi Jing hadn't expected him to say that; her heart skipped a beat. She immediately retorted, "I...we can have another one later..." Her voice was much lower, feeling her strength drained by guilt and regret, her tone becoming pleading, even desperate.
"What if this is our only chance?"
Tears welled up again; he said "we."

[The End]

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