【Fallen】(09) Author: fl7898256

Author: fl7898256
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Chapter Nine

To be honest, I don't know how to deal with this utterly messed-up situation. My feelings towards Jing are mainly
twofold: anger and shame. I'm angry that she's indulging in sex with other men behind my back; I feel ashamed that as
her husband I knew it was happening but made excuses not to stop it; and I'm even more ashamed that I thought
I understood Jing but failed to discover her inner desire for sex.

Now I have to do something. How should I tell Jing? Ask her to quit her job now? Impossible,
I don't have a suitable reason unless I admit to her that I know about her and Spencer. But
how would Jing react? Would she go crazy? I haven't figured out a complete solution to deal with Jing's reaction. Besides,
simply quitting her job won't free her from Spencer's control. How can I free her from Spencer
's grasp without her knowing? Unless Spencer lets go voluntarily, but how is that possible?

I suddenly remembered the video. How could I have forgotten something so important? The sex bribery video could ruin
Spencer's life and put him in jail for life. Faced with such a devastating weapon, he would definitely give in. But
this was also my trump card. What if Spencer wanted to fight to the death? I had no backup plan.
Was supposed to take him down with me? Besides, Jing was in the video too. What if she got implicated as well? It seemed I needed to
reduce the yield of this nuclear bomb and turn it into a conventional weapon, letting him know I had evidence, but without letting him know
what . What should I do?

My head was throbbing. I had been sitting in the office for almost a whole day. I had thought of more than a dozen plans, but I had
rejected them all. I sighed, my throat parched. I realized I hadn't had a drop of water since morning, so I stood
up and swayed my aching shoulders as I walked to the water dispenser in the corridor. I had just taken a few sips of water when I heard a
door open and voices at the end of the corridor.

"Thank you very much for your company's support of my laboratory! This equipment is exactly what we need," it was my
supervisor's voice.

"You're welcome, Professor Tony. Our collaboration has always been very pleasant. This equipment is
an extra reward for the many projects you've completed for EF!" A man's voice sounded quite familiar.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and then said goodbye. Footsteps approached me.

"Hi, Yi! It's a pleasure to see you here!" the man said to me.

As if struck by lightning, my ears rang sharply, and my scalp tightened. It was Spencer! Speak
of the devil , and he appears; he didn't give me any time to prepare!

"Spencer!" I stammered as I greeted him.

"How have you been lately?" he asked with a smile, his concern evident. That smile seemed malicious to me.

"What brings you here?" I composed myself, my mind racing to figure out how to handle the situation.

"I bought an instrument that Professor Tony needed and brought it over. I heard you're about to defend your dissertation?"
he chatted enthusiastically.

"Yes, I'm graduating soon, and I've already found a job. I'm taking Jing away from here!" I emphasized
the last sentence.

Spencer's natural smile suddenly froze, and his gaze towards me seemed to turn sinister. But
it was fleeting; he quickly regained his composure. "Oh, congratulations. Jing is truly an
invaluable employee; I'll really miss her. Looks like I'll have to increase her workload for a while,"
he said, looking at me with a smirk. Fuck you! Your so-called workload is just your dick!

"Alright, I'm leaving now. Good luck with your defense! Goodbye!" Spencer said, turning to leave, seemingly
impatient. I could almost see him unbuckling his belt, revealing his enormous penis, leering as he
walked towards Jing. This can't happen again!

"Spencer! I have something to say to you!" I yelled.

Spencer stopped, perhaps startled by my loud voice, looking at me with some confusion. "Yi,
are you alright? What's wrong?" he asked, his face feigning concern.

What to do, what to do, what to do… My mind was a complete mess; I could only take it one step at a time. "Let's
talk in private," I said, gesturing to the small meeting room next door. It was currently empty and soundproof.

Spencer frowned, glancing at the meeting room and then at me, before finally shrugging in agreement. "Alright,
but I can't stay long," he said, and went into the meeting room first. I glanced around, followed him into
the meeting room, and locked the door behind me. I took a deep breath and turned to face Spencer.

Spencer was clearly uncomfortable with my behavior, his arms crossed and his feet pacing back and forth.
"Yi, what happened? What do you want to tell me?" His expression turned serious, realizing that what I was
about to say wasn't something pleasant.

Screw it, whatever, just say it!

"Let Jing go." Spencer was visibly taken aback, shock showing on his face, but he
still pretended to be confused. "Of course she'll leave. She'll resign in a month."

"I mean let her leave now... get rid of your control... uh... leave freely..." Even
I felt awkward saying that.

He was still trying to dodge the question, "Yi, this won't do. Jing signed
a contract , and her project isn't finished yet. Forcing her to leave will cause trouble; she might have to pay compensation, and maybe
..." I couldn't hold back anymore. "Spencer, you son of a bitch!" I rushed at him and grabbed his collar.
Spencer was caught off guard. Although he was much taller and stronger than me, he still stumbled back a few steps, tripped over the chair behind him
, and fell to the ground with a groan. I straddled him, grabbed his collar, and yelled, "You
fucking messed with my wife!"

Spencer was about to fight back, but stopped when he heard my yell, lying there blankly,
his face flushed red with surprise. After a while, he suddenly burst out laughing, then couldn't stop
himself from laughing out loud .

"What the fuck are you laughing at! Get away from my wife!" I continued to yell, but his laughter left me
completely bewildered.

"Hahahaha, you know what, Yi? I was wondering yesterday if you'd find out about me and Jing, hahahaha
, and it actually happened today! Ahahaha, you're pretty good, kid..." He suddenly twisted his waist.
He shoved me off, pulled me back against the wall, his expression changed, and his smile vanished. "Yes, I'm the one
who fucked your wife! So what?"

"You! You!" I was speechless with anger. "I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment!"

"Tch!" Spencer scoffed at my words. "Your wife willingly let me fuck her. I have proof.
Do you want to see it?"

I remembered the video clip Stephanie had given me, and suddenly lost my confidence. "How could that be? Jing... Jing
isn't that kind of woman..."

Spencer stood up, leisurely straightening his clothes. "Sigh, you have no idea what a
slutty, perfect woman Jing is. What she wants is a big cock that can give her multiple orgasms without ejaculating, not..." He
looked at me with disdain. "Does Jing know? I mean, she knows, you know? Whatever, it doesn't matter. This way I'll fuck her even
more. I'll go tell her later..." After saying that, he turned to leave, "It's strange, how could Jing love
..."

"You fucking dare!" I rushed forward like a madman, jumping up and slamming my elbows into Spencer
's back, sending him staggering and crashing headfirst into the conference room door with a loud thud,
before he groaned and fell to the ground. As soon as he fell, I kicked him hard in the stomach, "Kick you to death, you piece of trash,
you dare to sleep with my wife, fuck your mother!"

After I kicked him a few times, Spencer, who had been curled up in a ball, suddenly pushed me down and lunged at me, grabbing my
neck. I immediately felt as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe and making me see stars.

"Ha, wow, you're pretty good at fighting!" he panted. "Let me tell you, Yi, Jing is
my sex slave. You fucking have no idea, no idea, right? Ha, ha, you don't know
how much craves orgasms, right? You useless husband, I could kill you right now, but I won't.
I'm going to fuck Jing in front of you, hear her admit to herself how much she loves being fucked by a big cock, hahahahahaha."

My mind was a mess. It's over, it's over, I'm going to lose control, I silently chanted, as if I could see Jing turning and
leaving. Like grasping at a straw, I shouted with all my might, "Wan! Wan!
China XXX Company!" I threw out my trump card.

The pressure on me suddenly disappeared. I gasped for breath, struggling to back away from Spencer.

"You... what did you just say?" Spencer's arrogance vanished, his body suddenly slumped
, staring in disbelief at what he had just heard.

"Wan, China XXX Company," I repeated, "commercial bribery is a serious offense."
"I...I don't know what you're talking about...you..." His panic betrayed him. "Fuck you
, you actually used Jing as a bribe!" I kicked Spencer in the face, sending him
flying . This time he was genuinely scared, stammering, "Don't talk nonsense...you...where did you get your evidence!"

"Then do you want to bet on whether I have evidence or not!" I looked at him contemptuously, now I had the upper hand.

"You!...you!..." Spencer's previously timid eyes suddenly turned ferocious, as if he wanted to kill
me. I absolutely couldn't back down now, I told myself, "Want to kill me? Come on, let's see if the whole world knows about you

after I die !" This was just to scare him; I wasn't prepared at all. Spencer glared at me, panting heavily, and after a long while, his eyes gradually dimmed. "Tell me, what do you want?" his voice was weak and listless. "It's simple," I said, "Let Jing go, and never have any contact with her again... Also, you absolutely cannot tell her that I know about you two..." "Wait a minute, didn't Jing tell you? Then how do you know the details? You..." Spencer asked me in surprise. "How I know is none of your business! I don't ask for much, I just hope that Jing and I can go back to how things were before. Can you do what I said?" Spencer stared at me for a while, "I promise you. But you need to give me some time to resign, three days." I nodded in agreement. "Okay, but if I notice anything unusual about Jing, like she knows about today's events, or you... bully her again, you'll spend the rest of your life in prison!" Spencer nodded, "Deal!" He got up, smoothed his clothes, and turned to leave. As he left, he turned back and asked me meaningfully, "Do you really think you and Jing can go back to how things were before? Pretend you don't know anything?" "This isn't your problem! Get out!" He shrugged. "I'll do as you say, and I hope you will too!" He then closed the door and left. I slumped into a chair, my whole body aching. Can we really go back to how things were before? Sigh, one step at a time . Two days later, at noon, I received a call from Jing. "Honey, EF suddenly terminated my contract early," she said, puzzled. "They said my project ended early." Spencer really meant what he said. "Oh, that's good. Won't terminating the contract you any legal trouble?" "No, they discussed it with me and gave me an advance of one month's salary as compensation, but I don't have to go to work tomorrow... But, my project isn't actually finished yet..." Jing seemed reluctant to leave. I was a little unhappy. "You're not losing anything, they're giving you a month's salary for free, what are you dawdling for? What's there to be reluctant about?" Jing paused for a while before whispering, "I'm not reluctant... it's just that the work isn't really finished, it's a little awkward..." "If it's over, it should be over completely. Don't leave any lingering thoughts. Come back and be a full-time housewife. We're going out for dinner tonight; I have good news for you." "Yi Yi found a job!?" Jing's voice finally perked up. "We'll see later, see you tonight!" I kept her in suspense. "Okay, see you tonight. I'm going to pack my things. Love you!" " I love you too, my wife!" I ended the call, feeling a little relieved. It seemed Spencer was keeping his promise. Not long after hanging up, Stephanie called again. "Yi, Jing was suddenly terminated from her contract. Do you know what happened?" Stephanie asked anxiously . "Ms. Stephanie, aren't you the HR manager? Why are you asking me?" I relaxed considerably and felt like teasing Stephanie.

Ignoring my sarcasm, she said, "Yi, do you know something? Tell me!"

I stopped joking and told her the whole story. At first, after hearing that I had used the sexual bribery incident to threaten Spencer
into releasing her, she berated me for being brainless and ruining her plans. However, after I explained the strip club
incident , Stephanie fell silent, only speaking after a long pause.

"Yi, I... I'm so sorry to hear this... Spencer didn't tell me exactly what he planned...
I didn't know he was taking Jing to do such terrible things... Maybe... maybe you're right..."

"Hmph!" I snorted coldly, saying bluntly, "By the time your shitty plan is implemented,
my wife will already be a professional prostitute!"

Stephanie lost her confidence, repeatedly apologizing, but still expressing her concerns. "Yi,
Spencer is a desperate man at heart. What you're doing is very dangerous. No wonder he's been asking
me these past few days, intentionally or unintentionally, if I've had any contact with you... Did you mention the video?" After receiving my negative answer
, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, at least he doesn't know what you have or what you're
looking for. We both need to be on high alert these days, especially regarding our personal safety. I really don't
know what Spencer is capable of; sometimes he doesn't play by the rules..."

"What are you worried about? I have an ace up my sleeve. I've already made it clear to him that if Jing or I receive any life-
threatening threats, the video will be immediately sent to the state prosecutor, and he'll be rotting in jail." I
said confidently, based on Spencer's distraught expression that day, I believed this "bluff" would work.

"Let's hope so... Yi, as compensation for Jing, I'll reveal some information to you: May 24th,"
Stephanie said to me.

"I don't understand, what's with May 24th? What are you planning?"

"May 24th, keep an eye on the local news. If I succeed, I think I'll be on the news,"
Stephanie's voice sounded somewhat tragic.

"What are you planning?" I had a bad feeling.

"Don't ask, we'll see! Don't tell anyone if you still want to have a good life with Jing.
Let's not contact each other anymore, and pretend we don't know each other when we meet. Goodbye!" Before I could ask any more questions, she hung up the phone.
This mysterious woman... I thought about it for a moment and decided to do as she said. I deleted all of Stephanie's
call logs, text messages, and contact information, letting her do whatever she wanted.

That evening, Jing and I had a sumptuous dinner at the city's most upscale steakhouse. During the meal, I showed Jing
the job offer I had recently received. It was from a world-renowned multinational agricultural company,
with a good starting salary and benefits, and I was supposed to start working in early June.

"Wife, I'm capable of supporting you, so just focus on managing things at home, okay? Everything I have is
yours!" I said to Jing.

"Honey, thank you! I...I..." Jing shed tears. "I do!"

Driving home, I drove into the garage, either by accident or intentionally. Passion needs
no reason; we naturally embraced and kissed. The dark garage seemed to unleash our
wildness, and we made love wildly there. I lay down in the driver's seat, and Jing tried to fit her body into
the cramped space, riding me frantically. The sweat, panting, and hormonal scent in the car
fueled our desire. After ejaculating once, I regained my strength and boldly dragged Jing out
of the car, pinning her to the hood and fucking her hard from behind. Although she said no, she cooperated
by pushing her wet, full vagina against my penis. Finally, we both climaxed simultaneously, and I ejaculated all my semen deep into Jing's vagina without
any restraint, making her scream. We embraced each other emotionally
, as if a bright future was beckoning us, and the nightmares of the past were being buried. I had done
the right thing.

The next two weeks were peaceful. I asked Jing to bring me lunch to the college every day. Although this
request was met with strong protests, I insisted, and Jing was indeed bored at home, so I agreed.
Actually, I was still a little worried. I did this mainly to prevent Jing from having too much free time to
overthink things ; after all, when you're well-fed, you think of lustful thoughts. But I believed that time would heal all wounds and bring back the Jing I knew. Initially, I was
worried about being harassed by Spencer, but he never appeared in my sight again after that, seemingly
having completely abandoned Jing.

The day of my defense arrived quickly. Actually, the defense was just a formality; for those of us
who had passed our graduation exams and basically completed our experiments, there was no reason not to fail. The defense consisted of two parts: a public presentation
and a closed-door defense. I first had to give a public presentation to the entire college, and then go to a small private
meeting room for a detailed Q&A session with my advisors. Many people attended my presentation, including
representatives from companies outside the university with which we had previously collaborated. Spencer attended as the EF representative.

Aside from shaking hands with me and my advisor as soon as he entered the lecture hall and giving me a half-hearted "good
luck ," we didn't interact much. His occasional glances at me were icy cold. I was
n't worried about him, but about Jing. Sex is an addiction, hard to break. I hadn't wanted her to come today, knowing Spencer
would definitely be the EF representative, but she insisted on coming to support me, and I had no good reason to stop her.

Jing and Spencer were both sitting in the front row, four people apart—all my lab colleagues. Jing
wore a blue and white ink-painting style Chinese cheongsam today, perfectly
showcasing . Her full breasts seemed ready to burst forth, and her waist was free of any excess fat, allowing her curves to flow smoothly to her firm
, pert hips. Her legs, crossed, peeked out from the high slit of the skirt. Her snow-white skin, far from being overshadowed by the white of
the cheongsam actually complemented it. Her fair, slender legs drew attention, and a pair of ordinary purple-red
high heels made her white skin appear even whiter and her beauty even more stunning.

Jing seemed a little uncomfortable; I could tell. Although she was trying to hide it, I could still notice that she kept
glancing Spencer's direction, and her legs kept shifting restlessly, as if she couldn't find a comfortable position.
Spencer, on the other hand, spent most of the time looking down at his phone, occasionally glancing around but never looking in Jing's
direction. Had Spencer really given up on Jing? I hoped so.

The speech was a piece of cake, and the forty-five minutes passed quickly. Jing lingered beside me for a while, letting me...
"Do your best," I told her, adding that she would wait for me in my office. I looked around; Spencer was nowhere to be seen.
Still a little worried, I grabbed Laura, an American junior colleague who was passing by, and asked her to keep Jing company during my defense,
explaining that I didn't want her to be bored. Laura readily agreed.

The defense ended amidst my anxiety. I was clearly not in good form, and I didn't answer many questions well,
but my advisors didn't make things difficult for me and still gave me a unanimous pass. I got my degree. After
hastily thanking the professors, I rushed back to my office, where I ran into a group of people chatting at my door.
When they saw me, they all rushed over to ask about the defense results, and after learning that I had passed smoothly, they all congratulated me.
Most of these people were my colleagues and classmates, but Jing and Spencer were also among them.
What was ? My defense lasted almost two hours, why was he still here? I looked at Jing with some concern, but she seemed
perfectly normal. She came over, hugged me, and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, which drew cheers from those around us, urging us to kiss each other on the lips
. Without hesitation, I embraced my wife and pressed my lips to hers. Jing's
body was supple, yet her movements were somewhat stiff. I could feel her heart pounding rapidly against my skin, and her
breath had a peculiar taste—a taste I usually noticed when she was extremely excited, like during sex.
I was a little worried, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions; after all, it could also be from the excitement of hearing I'd passed my dissertation defense.
I glared at Spencer, who stood there naturally, hands on his hips, looking completely unconcerned
. He glared back at me, then turned to the fire hydrant beside him, grinning foolishly.

"What are you all talking about?" I asked.

"A party! Yi, we're discussing throwing you a party!" Laura exclaimed excitedly
. Americans are all party animals.

"Great! Everyone come to my house this weekend, beer galore!" I said.

"Oye!!!" The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Honey, can I invite some of my colleagues too?
They me.

"Okay, whatever you say!" I smiled and nodded.

"Spencer, could you tell Stephanie and Jenny to come to my house this weekend?" Jing
said to Spencer, her face slightly flushed as she spoke.

Spencer, that's such an affectionate way of addressing them. I felt a pang of jealousy and hugged Jing tighter.

"No problem, I've got it covered. But does Yi want us to join?" He looked at me, his words carrying a double meaning.

Of course not, but what could I do? "Of course, come join us," I said, though my true feelings weren't entirely true.

We chatted for a while longer, then agreed on a time and went our separate ways. Jing told me she was going to
the restroom and asked me to go back to my office first. She walked very carefully towards the restroom, her steps always cautious, as if
there was ice under her feet. When she turned back and saw me watching her, she stopped and urged me to go back to my office. I went to the lab first and found
Laura, who was doing an experiment, and asked if I had been with Jing the whole time. She told me she
left forty minutes, and when she returned to the office, she happened to run into Jing and Spencer standing at the office door.
She stood there chatting with them, and later a lot of people joined in. Then I came back.

After thanking Laura, I returned to the office, puzzled. Jing hadn't returned yet; that bathroom break was really long.
Could something have happened during those forty minutes? What did Spencer want to talk to Jing about? Just then, Jing returned; she had been in the bathroom for almost
ten minutes. When I got home, I noticed she was changing clothes and carefully examined her high heels. The inside of the shoes was a little
damp, and there were some white, fibrous substances on the surface. I touched some with my hand; it looked like toilet paper scraps, and it smelled
slightly fishy, but it was faint and indistinct. Why was Jing wiping the inside of her shoes with toilet paper? I don't remember Jing
having sweaty feet. Could there have been something in her shoes when she went to the bathroom? I
couldn't and had to give up.

That night, many people came to my house: my friends from college and several of Jing's colleagues.
Stephanie arrived too, a departure from her usual serious attire. She wore a red and green floral print mini dress with a low-cut design
that revealed her alluring cleavage. Her slender legs were encased in sheer blue stockings, making her exposed
skin appear dazzlingly white. She completed the look with a pair of sapphire blue patent leather heels, further enhancing her already striking figure.
Speaking of which, since our passionate encounter at the hotel, we had only spoken on the phone and hadn't seen each other in person, so meeting face-to-face was
a little awkward. Stephanie, however, was quite the actress, greeting me as if we hadn't seen each other in ages.
But during our handshake, she lightly pinched my cheek and licked her lips with a slight flick of her tongue, making
me feel incredibly embarrassed. Jing, as the hostess, naturally couldn't lose face. She had also dressed up carefully, wearing
light makeup and having straightened her hair during the day, letting it cascade down her exposed
shoulders , shimmering with a pale purple glow under the lights. For the kitchen, she simply wore durable
jeans and a t-shirt. If Jing and Stephanie wore similar clothes, they would
look incredibly good together. I secretly thought to myself, two beauties I'd slept with, and a surge of excitement rose in my lower body. Turning my head, I saw Spencer
, and my interest vanished instantly. That bastard had done the same thing. Spencer still ignored me, but I could
feel his burning gaze always returning to me whenever I turned my head. Whatever, you can't
do anything . While Jing and I entertained the guests, I secretly observed Jing and Spencer's interactions. Fortunately, aside from a few brief
conversations, Spencer didn't do anything out of line.

Most of the people who came knew each other, and the party was going very well. Although they didn't
party like American undergraduates, they still drank quite a bit. Mixing beer and whiskey was getting a bit intoxicating, so
I left the people playing board games and went to the balcony to sober up. A gentle evening breeze,
and the occasional bursts of laughter and cheers from the joyful crowd behind me, made me feel much better. Looking back at Jing, she was having a great time with everyone
, all her usual fatigue and worries gone. Hopefully, this could continue. As for Jing's sex addiction, she'd
find a way to address it later. Around eleven o'clock, everyone was getting tired and said their goodbyes to go home.
Stephanie insisted on staying to help clean up, and Jing couldn't refuse, so she agreed. Spencer was
the last to leave. Before leaving, Spencer handed me a glass of champagne.

"Yi, Jing, thank you for inviting me. I had a wonderful time," Spencer
said, glancing at Jing with a broad smile.

"You're welcome, Spencer. I won't drink anymore, you're driving, aren't you?" I really didn't want to drink with him.

Unexpectedly, Spencer tilted his head back and downed his glass, wiped his mouth, and said to me, "No problem,
what's wrong with having a drink with my good friend? Let's toast to our everlasting friendship."

Fuck you! I was a little angry. Seeing Stephanie and Jing watching, I also wanted this bastard to get lost,
so I took the glass and downed it in one gulp. "Goodnight!" I replied coldly, dismissing him. Spencer
stood awkwardly for a moment,

then said, "Goodnight!" with a cold smile, and walked out the door. Damn! He ended up making things worse for me. I silently packed my things, not wanting Stephanie and Jing to see my
unhappiness . Suddenly, I felt dizzy; I'd drunk too much. I slumped onto the sofa, watching Jing and
Stephanie pack their things. Stephanie's blue stockings were dazzlingly bright. I wondered if it was just my imagination, but I kept feeling like
Stephanie was secretly licking her lips and watching me, like a thirsty succubus drooling over my penis. I tried
to shake my head to dispel the illusion, but I felt dizzy, and a bitter taste rose in my mouth, as if the aftertaste of that glass of champagne
wasn't quite right. Then, everything went dark.

I had a dream. Loud music filled my ears. Where was I? The air seemed to glue me in, making it impossible
to move . I couldn't even straighten up; it felt like only my eyes could move. Where had I experienced this feeling before
? Where? I couldn't remember at all. I was so tired. I didn't want to think about it anymore; I should just sleep. However, I slightly moved my eyes and saw
a scene that stimulated my numb nerves. Not far from me, a group of white things were changing positions to the music
, sometimes stretching, sometimes curling up. When my eyes focused, I realized it was three bodies
intertwined —two women and a man—making love frantically. Two women, both completely naked except for stockings, one
blue and one black, were serving a tall, muscular man, one in front and one behind. The man looked like an orc, my mind wandering
wildly . But as if in accordance with my imagination, the man's skin gradually turned green,
and his back view resembled an orc from World of Warcraft. Was I in a game? This dream was intriguing. I watched with great interest the orc and human woman's lewd acts in
my dream .

The woman in black stockings lay prone on a table, her arms bent, her hands gripping the edge, her upper body raised, her head
tilted back, her long, flowing hair cascading over her smooth back. I guessed I
could have heard her loud moans if the music hadn't been so loud. Behind her, the tall, strong orc was kneading her
buttocks , thrusting his hips violently into her honeypot. The woman in black stockings was extremely excited; her
two stockinged legs were raised high, as if she wanted to press all her weight onto that penis.

The woman in blue stockings was standing on tiptoe beside the orc, passionately kissing him. One hand was on the orc's buttocks,
and the other was gripping the foot of a woman in black stockings, as if trying to pull them closer. Strangely
, the woman in blue stockings was only wearing one stocking. Where was the other one? I immediately found the answer. The orc suddenly accelerated his
thrusting into the woman in black stockings, then abruptly pulled out his enormous penis and twisted it towards the woman in blue stockings. A blue
stocking was tied in a bow at the base of his massive penis. Whose gift was this penis? I found it somewhat
amusing. The woman in blue stockings deftly squatted down and skillfully took the glans into her mouth. The orc's face was hidden in a ball of light as
he ejaculated, his body trembling. A considerable amount of semen dripped from the corner of the woman in blue stockings' mouth onto her pert
breasts . After ejaculating, the woman seemed to raise her head and open her mouth to show the orc the semen in her mouth, then
swallowed it all with a gurgling sound, before kneeling there and beginning to lick the orc's scrotum. The woman in black stockings, who had just been fucked, was only able to
gasp for breath, slumped over the table, unable to stand up. Damn, even her erotic dream is so creative; I'm almost
laughing at myself.

Under the licking of the woman in blue stockings, his previously limp penis stood up again, its surface covered in
sticky fluid , glistening with a greenish sheen. He said something and then pointed to something next to me; his voice
was ethereal and indistinct, like chanting. The woman in blue stockings obediently sat down, raising her two model-like legs high
in the air, her vulva fully exposed. The orc roughly grabbed her sexy ankles,
half-kneeling on the ground, and began to violently fuck the beauty before him. They were so close I could barely see them; I could even feel the woman's silky
skin brushing against my legs, and her moans echoed clearly in my ears.

After a few thrusts, the orc looked back at the woman in black stockings, still trembling on the table, then
turned to the woman in blue stockings and said something, eliciting a soft laugh from her. Suddenly, the orc stood up and tried to
grab the woman in black stockings, but she seemed reluctant and clung tightly to the table. The orc slapped her on the buttocks
, and I clearly saw a large red handprint appear on her fair skin. The woman, in pain,
released her grip, and the orc easily hoisted her over and threw her face down onto the woman in blue stockings. At this moment,
the woman in blue stockings was lying on the sofa, her legs extending from between the legs of the woman in black stockings. The woman in black stockings knelt on
top of the woman in blue stockings in a riding position, seemingly trying to break free, but the woman in blue stockings held her upper body tightly. Suddenly, she let out a groan of pain
, as if the woman in blue stockings had bitten her breast. The two naked women in stockings were facing each other, embracing. Although I
couldn't see them , I could imagine that their exquisitely beautiful vulvas were pressed together. The orc knelt there contentedly
, admiring the scene for a long time, constantly stroking and fondling the two women, eliciting continuous moans of pleasure. Then he grabbed the blue-silk woman's legs
and began back and forth, sometimes high, sometimes low, making piston-like movements. I couldn't tell which vagina he was penetrating, nor could I discern who
was emitting the ecstatic moans. The threesome was already quite stimulating, and this position made me even more
excited . I could even feel my penis swelling. "Don't have a wet dream,
or it'll be terrible if I ejaculate on the sheets," I told myself.

The orc, who had been enthusiastically penetrating the two thirsty vaginas, suddenly stopped, ignoring
the complaining women as he slowly moved towards me. The shadow of his head grew larger until it blocked the light, and I saw
his face. His face was too close for me to focus on; in a blur, it looked like Spencer one moment,
a , then Kai, constantly shifting, until finally settling on a face I knew all too well—
my own face. Was that orc me? Was I dreaming about having sex with someone else? Two beautiful women again? Then,
a face squeezed into the frame. I saw this person clearly—the alluring blue eyeshadow—it was Stephanie. And who was
the other woman? Could it be…?

Stephanie leaned closer to me, smiling, and said something, but then I heard a scream behind me, a scream filled with terror
. The woman in black stockings who had been sprawled beside me suddenly jumped up, covering her chest with her hands, and ran out of my sight.
Beastman Yi chuckled wickedly, patted my face, said something to Stephanie, and then got up to chase after the woman in black stockings
.

After Beastman Yi left, the seductive smile on Stephanie's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of sadness. She
said something to me, then leaned in and French kissed me. I couldn't hear what she said, but I think there was an "I'm sorry
." After that, I was completely immersed in the pleasure of our French kiss. She felt my erect penis as she lay on top of me
and buried her head between my legs to give me oral sex. I couldn't see, but I could feel
the soft pleasure her tongue was giving me. She skillfully sucked every corner of my penis from top to bottom, and even gently bit my
inner thigh with her teeth. I was lost in this dreamlike state of intense pleasure, unable to pull myself away. Suddenly, her
mouth left my penis, and a feeling of fullness surged up. She sat on me, moving
up and down , stroking my penis with her honey pot. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I couldn't control myself,
letting out a muffled growl. Stephanie whispered in my ear, "Shoot inside, shoot inside, shoot inside..."
The voice seemed both far away and close at hand. I could no longer control myself, and my semen gushed out like a flood.
The intense pleasure hit me like a slap in the face, and I was plunged back into darkness.

I woke up the next morning after ten o'clock. The first thing I did was lift the covers to check if I had ejaculated on the bed,
only to find everything clean. What a wonderful dream.

I walked out of the bedroom and saw Jing carrying freshly washed clothes.

"Lazybones! You slept so long! Did you sleep well last night?" she said coquettishly,
looking seemed to relax a little.

Looking at her cascading hair, I remembered the woman in black stockings from my dream last night. "I drank
too much ."

"If you can't drink, then don't drink! Don't be a show-off!" she criticized. "Hey, eat something quickly, don't upset your stomach."

I felt a surge of warmth and wolfed down my food, while Jing sat gently beside me watching me eat.

"Sigh, you know what? I had a lewd dream last night..." I wanted to tell her about my dream.

"Ah!" Jing instinctively covered her mouth, a flash of fear crossing her face, but she quickly regained her composure,
replacing it with a look of disgust. Seeing my surprised expression, she quickly added, "Just eat properly, why are you talking about lewd
dreams, you pervert!" "Okay, okay. Oh, by the way, how did I get into bed last night?" I changed the subject.
"Stephanie and I struggled a lot... You're so heavy..." Jing's voice sounded
a little "After you finish eating, I'll take out the trash and fold the clothes." She then ran off.
What's wrong with her today? I'm a little confused.

On my way back from taking out the trash, I ran into my downstairs neighbor, a South American exchange student.

"Yi, was there a party last night?" he asked.

"Yeah, did it bother you? I'm so sorry!" "It's okay, it's the weekend anyway," he
said . "But could you please not play such loud music in the future? It hurt my ears."

I was stunned; we hadn't played any music last night. "About when? I mean the music…"
I asked nervously.

"It started around midnight, about an hour and a half. If I hadn't been staying up late watching the game, I would have come up and
fought you," he joked.

I don't know how I ended the conversation with him, but I rushed back to my room and into the bathroom. If last night's dream was real,
then I might still have evidence on me. Sure enough, there was a row of shallow teeth marks on my inner thigh. Even if
that wasn't enough to prove anything, the large patch of hickeys near my penis spoke volumes. This must have been
deliberately left for me to see.

Did I have a drunken one-night stand with two women last night? Why is Jing reacting so normally this morning? Then I discovered a
serious problem: if I did it with Stephanie, then
who was the other "me," that beastman Yi? After thinking it over, among the people I knew, the only
man was Spencer. But how could that be? Wasn't he afraid of the evidence I had? I frantically
checked all the video copies; they were all intact. I breathed a sigh of relief, then fell into deep thought. Spencer was willing to
risk his life for women? Was I, like Stephanie said, someone I didn't actually know the real, insane Spencer?
At the same time, Jing's lust worried me. To be able to have sex with others in front of her husband—her problem was very
serious . I was afraid I couldn't satisfy her sexual needs that made me feel helpless; I needed to find a solution quickly.

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