[The Forced Submission of the Body] (The End) Author: Amateur Fisherman

Author: Amateur Fisherman
Word Count: 10090

"Let, let me go...no, please don't do this..."

In my hazy state, I seemed to hear a woman's suppressed pleas for mercy. I felt the bed suddenly sink,
as if a body had been pressed down onto it. A fragrant scent filled the air.

"What are you doing, what are you going to do...you promised you'd let me go!" The woman's voice seemed
familiar , tinged with fear.

Besides the woman's voice, there seemed to be a man's deep voice.

"Heh heh, aren't you afraid of waking him up?"

After the man's voice, there was a brief silence, and the bed became quieter.

Not long after, I heard the woman's soft sobs beside me.

"You promised me that last time was the last time... You just said that if I used my mouth to make you come, you
would let me go today... I've never done anything like this before, not even with my husband... I've done such filthy
things , why aren't you satisfied? What do you want from me to let me go? Do you want me to die before you
're satisfied...?" The woman's voice was soft and pleasant, slightly breathless and intermittent.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I bear to let you die... Weren't we having a great time just now? The way you
kissed my penis was like kissing the lips of your first love. You used your tongue to scrape
the groove at the tip, tracing the veins and smoothing it over and over again. Oh, I'll never forget that image...
I'm already imagining what it will feel like to fuck you... Come on, take off your shirt too."

"It's over between us. I won't do it anymore. I don't want to continue..."

"Pfft..." The sound of clothes tearing.

The woman gasped in suppressed surprise, and the bed shook again.

"So fragrant. Such an innocent face, yet with such large, full breasts, it's truly captivating."

"Ugh, ugh, stop it! Give me back my underwear, please stop looking... please, not here
... ah..."

A sucking sound interrupted the woman's words, as if someone was sucking on something.

"Your breasts are already hard, yet you're still so stubborn. In this stimulating environment, your body's reaction is very honest
..."

"No, no..."

The bed shook more violently.

"Oh, I love your lewd expression. That pitiful, pleading look, you really
want it, don't you... Just two weeks without fucking you, and you've become so horny, huh? Hehe.
When you were licking me just now, you shook your head and said no, but you were actually craving that hard cock, wasn't I right
? Beneath that innocent exterior lies an incredibly sensitive body... Always
having to pretend to be a dignified and virtuous wife in front of your husband, maintaining your
pure and innocent image in front of your colleagues day after day, you must be tired of that life already... These breasts are so white and big,
truly exquisite. Your nipples are so small, he probably doesn't suck them often. If I were your husband, I'd suck you until you
fly every day, isn't that great? Ah? So fragrant..."

"Keep your voice down..."

"Your husband is so proud of you at work. Every time he talks about you, his smug look makes us all incredibly
jealous . He never imagined that his perfect wife is lying naked
in front of me right now. Look how swollen I am..."

"Ah! Didn't I just help you get off? Why are you...?"

"Hehe, it's been so long since I've done it to you, once isn't enough..."

"Stop! Ah! You, what are you doing... No, no..." "

Alright, stop pretending, I'm about to make you feel like you're in heaven..."

"Let go of me! If you touch me again, I'll kill myself right now!" There was a hint of determination in the woman's voice.

A few minutes of silence followed.

"What are you talking about?" The man's voice was clearly angry. "Your nipples are so hard,
look at how wet you are down there, the sheets are soaked. You're putting on this act, and now
you're playing games with me? Huh? Fine! If you really want to die, I'll grant your wish! After I kill you, I'll let your husband and your
family see you like this, huh? Is this what you wanted, huh?"

"Don't be angry, sigh, no, I, I, in this situation, I, I really can't do it...
If people find out I did something like this, I won't have the face to live anymore..."

The woman started crying again halfway through her sentence, her voice filled with struggle and helplessness. A woman's kind and
gentle nature always inadvertently reveals itself.

"It's okay, don't worry. As long as you're a good girl and be my woman, I won't let anyone find out...
It's inevitable that you'll feel a little uncomfortable the first time in this kind of environment. You'll know how good it is after
a few more times. Last time at the hotel, didn't you say no at first? But do you remember how many times you came? My pants were completely soaked
! I've been with so many women, and you're the most exquisite woman I've ever seen. You're the most shameless and the most lewd
... Come on, spread your legs..."

"I'm sorry, I... I really can't..."

"Is that so... Then how about this..."

"Why are you blindfolding me..."

"Hehe, how does it feel when your eyes are covered... When a woman loses her sight, her other senses become more
sensitive, and subtle sensations are amplified infinitely. It's quite amazing, isn't it... Since you can't see what's around you,
it's not as shameful as before, right..." The man's voice was deep and gentle, full of allure. "Just think of it
as being raped by me... This isn't your fault. Being raped by another man isn't something to be ashamed of in front of your husband . If you have
to blame someone, blame your husband for not being able to protect you..."

"I'll go to hell..."

"If anyone's going to hell, it'll be me. Now, I'll send you to heaven first..."

*Pfft!*

"Oh..." The man let out a satisfied sound.

The woman's breath hitched, as if something hard had pierced her body, and a suppressed sound
escaped her throat, echoing in the room.

I tried desperately to turn my head to see what was happening, but my body felt like it didn't belong to me, completely
out of my control.

"You're squeezing me so tight, it must be stimulating for you in this environment..."

"It feels so full..."

The bed stopped shaking violently and instead began to undulate rhythmically.

"Spread your legs a little wider, otherwise how can I penetrate you deeper?"

"Be gentle..."

Stimulated by the strange voices, I felt short of breath. I desperately tried to turn over to see what was happening,
but as time passed, I noticed a change in my body.

My mind was clear, but my body remained fast asleep. I felt one part of my body growing heavier,
while another part grew lighter. Even though I didn't open my eyes, the events in the room became
increasingly clear in my mind.

The bedroom curtains were drawn, and the warm orange light created a cozy atmosphere. The bedroom layout was so
familiar: the dressing table, the bedside table, the wardrobe—everything was there.

Clothes were scattered on the floor: a man's belt and trousers, a woman's long skirt and stockings.

The large bed with its purple sheets beneath the wedding photo gradually came into focus. On one side of the bed was my side
, but I didn't pay much attention to why I could see myself. My attention was completely drawn to what was happening
on the other .

A white bra lay discarded to the side.

A brown-skinned man straddled a fair-skinned woman, his body rising and falling with each thrust.
The man was strong and tall, his back muscles bulging, his thighs and buttocks sharply defined.

Two slender, white arms appeared on his back. With each powerful movement, pink-painted
nails occasionally left faint scratches on his back.

Two slender female legs appeared on either side of the man's waist,
a , tracing a beautiful, sensual arc with each sway of her body.

The two bodies moved with powerful rhythm. In and out, attack and defense.

The man greedily sucked on the woman's lips.

"I can't breathe..."

the woman's voice came from the headboard.

The man chuckled, burying his head in the woman's chest again, making sucking sounds.

The woman's legs stopped swaying and began to wrap around the man's waist, rubbing against his buttocks and thighs
, their taut lines revealing her current physical sensations.

Her body was being penetrated by a hard object, and her nipples were being sucked and licked by warm lips. The sensation must have been incredibly stimulating.

"Stop, stop... um..."

The woman's voice at that moment was enough to make one's blood boil...

The man didn't show the woman the tenderness she desired; instead, he conquered her even more forcefully. The woman's voice, however, became increasingly
seductive, her heavy breathing mixed with unconscious moans
escaping .

Soon, the vision gradually cleared, and the movements of the two bodies became increasingly clear. I
tried desperately to see their faces.

The two on the bed seemed to hear my thoughts. The man slowly straightened his upper body, revealing the delicate body beneath him, its
snow-white skin almost blinding. He hoisted the woman's right leg onto his shoulder and spread her left leg outwards, exposing the point where their lower bodies
were joined .

The man withdrew his penis almost completely.

"So thick!"

The man adjusted the rhythm of his thrusts, sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful.

"Ah..."

This kind of violation made it even harder for the woman to control her cries. She immediately covered her
mouth with both hands.

Her breasts were large and full, white and smooth. Small, bright red nipples were covered with glistening fluid.

The man held her left leg with one hand to prevent her legs from closing, while his other hand began to knead her
breasts, revealing a lewd and satisfied expression.

With each powerful thrust, the muscles in his back bulged. His body was like a tireless
perpetual motion machine, fierce and continuous.

A small bulge appeared on the woman's lower abdomen from the penis, sliding up and down with each thrust.

A large flush spread across the woman's smooth neck, and her upper body arched rhythmically.

On one hand, the woman could only desperately endure to prevent herself from making a sound, her lower body unconsciously clenching
the man tightly; on the other hand, the tight passage produced even more intense pleasure from the man's thrusts. Caught
in , the woman's rationality quickly crumbled.

I felt short of breath, and the surrounding scenery began to blur and sway. If I was in my
bedroom , who were these two people? Why were they doing this in my bedroom?

Without time to ponder these questions, I desperately tried to see everything around me clearly.

Perhaps it was my overly fixated mind, but my vision finally stabilized, and the scene gradually became clear again.

"Did I enjoy it? Huh?"

"..."

"After so many times, you're still as shy as a virgin."

"..."

"Your expression is so alluring. No matter how many times I do it to you, it's never enough. You're so tight down there..."

"You, you stop talking, you, keep your voice down... don't wake him up..."

The woman pounded on the man's chest, but was grabbed by the man and guided to their point of contact
. Realizing what was happening, the woman cried out and immediately pulled her hand back, covering her face tightly.

The man chuckled, removing the woman's hand from her face, greedily admiring her expression.

The woman's eyes were blindfolded by a black cloth, creating a stark contrast with her fair skin. She
was incredibly beautiful, her face strangely familiar, yet I couldn't place her.

The beautiful woman possessed a fresh and pure appearance, but now it was flushed. Her clean eyebrows were tightly furrowed
, as if she were enduring some intense sensation. She occasionally bit her lip,
suppressing any sound.

"Okay, then tell me, tell me, I made you feel good."

"I won't say!"

"Say it now, or I won't go home today, I'll fuck you all night!"

"You..."

"Say I made you feel good!" "

I..." The woman's voice was barely audible.

"Speak clearly!" The man thrust again.

"...You made...ah...I felt good..."

Just those simple words were enough to make the woman's face turn bright red with shame, and she immediately covered her face with her hands. "

Hehe, women with a strong sense of shame are often very sensitive, aren't they?" The man deliberately took advantage of the woman's...
As he spoke, he thrust hard, and the woman couldn't help but let out a moan. This sound
made the man's erection even stronger, and it gave me a jolt; that seductive, soul-stirring sound was one I'd never heard before
.

"Say you like being fucked like this!" The man pried the woman's hands off her face, grabbing them and pressing them against
her breasts. Her large breasts couldn't be concealed by her slender hands, and her pink nipples
peeked out from between her equally pink fingers.

"I like... being fucked like this."

The woman seemed to realize that after saying the first sentence, the second wasn't so difficult.

"Say my cock is bigger than your husband's."

"Your cock is bigger than my husband's." "

Say that if you fuck me like this, I'll orgasm very quickly."

"If you fuck me like this, I'll orgasm very quickly..."

...

The power of verbal suggestion was truly strong. Repeatedly suggested with the same language, the woman quickly
lost her resolve. And for a woman being forcefully raped by a strong man, there was hardly
any ability to resist.

"So wet already? What a slutty woman..." The man kept uttering vulgarities.

I looked towards their point of contact.

A large amount of fluid flowed from the woman's vagina, staining the sheets beneath her with a large wet patch.

The woman's body trembled, as if her soul had been ripped away. Her hands went limp and powerless beside her, but her legs
were taut, her insteps and calves forming a straight line.

"Hehe, you came so quickly. Being fucked next to your husband really makes your body extra sensitive. The orgasm
came so fast and hard... Oh... are you going to break me...?"

Next to her husband?

I was shocked. Could it be... that woman being fucked by another man next to me, experiencing ecstasy and multiple orgasms,
was my wife—Tang Yurou?!

The leading lady in this lewd drama of a beautiful married woman was actually my wife? This scene, more stimulating than the most obscene pornographic
films was taking place in my wife's and my newlywed bedroom,
on the very bed where my wife gave herself to me for the first time. Less than two years after that night, my wife's
beautiful body was wantonly tasted by another man…

Boom!

My mind went blank.

No—

I quickly looked at the woman's face. This time, I recognized her. That charming and delicate face—
wasn't it my beloved wife, Tang Yurou?

Tang Yurou, the woman I love most in my life.

We've been married for two years, and I consider myself the person who knows her best. She is kind-hearted and gentle; everyone in the
neighborhood praises her. Among relatives and friends, she's always been a role model for mothers guiding their sons in finding
a partner , and a role model for mothers-in-law educating their daughters-in-law. In the mouths of everyone who knows us, she is
the epitome of a virtuous, gentle, and dignified wife.

In life, she takes meticulous care of me, manages the household chores carefully, and cooks me all kinds of delicious
meals every day. She is my reliable support while I focus on my career.

In our married life, Yurou is different from other women; she is a very traditional girl. She had always resisted
using overly modern methods for marital intimacy, only accepting the traditional missionary position, and
always insisting on drawing the curtains and covering herself with thick blankets in the bedroom. Even
now . Any slightly bolder approach or language would cause her unbearable shame and indignation. Getting her
to relax even a little was harder than climbing Mount Everest.

Before today, if someone had told me that Yu Rou would betray me, have an affair with another man, or be raped by another
man ... I wouldn't have been angry at all, because I knew it was impossible.

But now, that familiar, beautiful face was flushed, revealing a pained expression. I didn't
know if it was from physical spasms or from overwhelming guilt.

The vows of unwavering loyalty made during the divorce still seemed to echo in my ears, yet the scene before me cruelly shattered
everything beautiful.

The flush spread from her face, staining her convulsing upper body.

The man was moaning with pleasure.

After a long while, Yu Rou finally managed to catch her breath.

"Have you had enough...?"

"Hehe, not yet." The man clearly had no intention of letting her go.

He picked Yu Rou up from the front, his arms encircling her slender waist and lifting her buttocks. Yu Rou
didn't speak, but silently wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her legs expertly hooking around his waist for support
. When she sat down, her body visibly trembled.

The man tilted his head back and let out a comfortable groan.

Seeing the man's face, I finally recognized him—Young Master Chang.

The company I worked for was one of the Chang family's private enterprises,
founded by Young Master Chang's highly respected father.

My current position in the company was all thanks to his father. His father, Old General Chang, was my mentor, my
benefactor. He gave me my current social status and income.

And this man who assaulted Yu Rou was a spoiled brat who caused the entire company endless headaches. He demanded that others
call him Young Master Chang instead of General Manager Chang, at least until his father passed away.

If there are social classes among people, then the Chang family is undoubtedly worlds apart from me.

The Chang family is someone I can only look up to.

They possess the best resources and enjoy the most wonderful lives. They can get
anything they want.

I've heard countless stories about Young Master Chang's womanizing at the company.

Whether it's a chaste married woman or a sexy young woman; whether it's a dignified female teacher or a shy
nurse; whether it's a top model in the fashion world or a capable professional
, no woman he sets his sights on can escape his clutches.

Some say he raped all seven of the company's beautiful receptionists. Some say they witnessed the three most beautiful women in the
HR department kneeling before him and licking his genitals. Others say his own sister and stepmother were
trained into sex slaves.

These might just be rumors, but they could also be true.

The way Young Master Chang held Yu Rou looked very familiar to me. I immediately thought of the
scene .

My colleague Zhang, who works in the office next to mine, has been with the company for many years and is known as a model employee. He's hardworking and
has no bad habits. Six months ago, he got married to a young and beautiful woman. I heard
she's a nurse at a private hospital. I've met her a few times; she's a graceful young woman, quiet and elegant,
with waist —quite attractive. The smooth feel of her handshake made my heart flutter.

Last year at the company's annual meeting, Zhang brought
his wife. When they met Chang Shao, Zhang enthusiastically introduced them. Zhang was the company's outstanding employee of the year, receiving a huge
bonus and giving a speech as a representative. During the meal,
he was bombarded with toasts from enthusiastic employees.

The atmosphere was so lively, but I witnessed something I shouldn't have seen in a corner of the venue.

I had been given several drinks and was a little breathless, so I went to get some fresh air. Unexpectedly, in
a dark corner under the stairs, the figure of a young woman with snow-white skin caught my attention. At that moment, she
was pinned against the wall by a tall, strong figure. The man was undoubtedly Chang Shao, his imposing stature making him easily
recognizable. The woman's face was in shadow; only after careful observation did I recognize her as Zhang Gong's wife.

Chang Shao's posture then was exactly the same as when he was dealing with Yu Rou now.

Zhang Gong's wife rested her face on Chang Shao's shoulder. Her two fair thighs were wrapped around Chang Shao's waist. A
pink of panties hung at her ankles, swaying with the thrusts of Chang Shao's body.

If Chang Shao had his eye on Zhang Gong's wife, then I could completely understand why he had his eye on my wife, Tang Yu Rou
. But I had no chance against him; in this battle for my wife,
I had no chance of winning. If I were to compete with a man like him for Tang Yu Rou, I would undoubtedly lose.

Deep down, I knew I was unworthy of such a perfect woman as Tang Yu Rou. Chang Shao was a better
match .

Chang Shao had a tall, strong body; even the slender Yu Rou appeared petite and delicate next to him.

Young Master Chang possesses immense wealth and power, a vast network of connections, and manages a massive enterprise.
If that's not enough to make him fatally attractive to women, then his extraordinary physique is almost an
irresistible reason for women.

I've heard from more than one person that Young Master Chang's penis is enormous. When erect, it swells up like a red-hot
iron block , hot and hard. He understands women's psychology and is familiar with every erogenous zone on their bodies. His
ample physique and skillful techniques make him invincible.

Not only Zhang Gong's wife, but I've heard that Young Master Chang is fond of all kinds of married women and young wives. He has a famous saying: "Even the most faithful
love can't withstand a hard penis."

I'm not surprised at all that he would set his sights on Yu Rou. If it were me, I wouldn't let go of such a
delicate beautiful young woman, a traditionally shy married woman.
The way such a woman writhes and submits beneath a man truly brings him a great sense of accomplishment...

Young Master Chang began to walk around the room with Yu Rou in his arms.

I couldn't do that position. I didn't have the strength to lift Yu Rou and hold her for so long,
and Yu Rou wouldn't want to do it with me in such a strange position.

Chang Shao seemed to hold Yu Rou with ease, as if she were nothing, completely at ease.

Chang Shao was seriously admiring Yu Rou's expression. It was clear that Yu Rou's pained expression made
Chang Shao proud and excited. But seeing it, I only felt heartache and pain.

I thought of Zhang Gong's wife. Zhang Gong's wife must have been given a lot of aphrodisiacs. Except for the very beginning
, her legs quickly lost their strength and could no longer wrap around Chang Shao's waist, just hanging limply at his
sides , her underwear slipping down. Neither of them made much noise, the eerie scene
forming a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the meeting. The show didn't last long. Soon, Chang Shao was carrying Zhang Gong's wife,
walking up the stairs step by step in that position. The second floor was a hotel room, which the company had also booked for
out-of-town employees and those who had gotten high.

It was easy to imagine that Zhang Gong's wife had been thoroughly enjoyed by Chang Shao that night.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked at the two people in the room.

Chang Shao moved slowly, but with each step, Yu Rou's body trembled noticeably. I
could imagine what it felt like to sit on that huge penis. This penis not only pierced Yu Rou's sensitive
cavity but also tore apart her last remaining rationality. Yu Rou began to moan rhythmically, sometimes softly sobbing,
sometimes high-pitched and unbearable. Until she could no longer endure it, she suddenly bit Chang Shao's shoulder.

Chang Shao felt the pain from the bite and immediately thrust twice in retaliation. Then he picked up Yu Rou's panties that had fallen to the ground,
crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into Yu Rou's mouth.

"Your legs are so long, how come it's so shallow inside? Just sitting on you, I've already reached the top."

"..."

"Is it here, is it here? Hmm?"

"..." Yu Rou couldn't speak, but her body began to convulse noticeably again.
A woman will find the intervals between subsequent orgasms becoming shorter and shorter.

Her wildly flowing hair spoke of her burgeoning desire, her taut toes tracing graceful curves in the air, each
time, each time, reaching the very root of her being—a place I had never touched before, now offered to an
evil forbidden by morality. As Yu Rou's juices flowed more and more, I knew she was getting closer and closer to utter depravity
.

"This position feels good, doesn't it? You've leaked so much, you've soaked my legs."
Where they walked, they left wet patches.

"Ah!..."

Yu Rou's sobbing moans grew louder, her unrestrained gasps a tone I had never heard before. Yu Rou
swayed precariously from the strange position, but Chang Shao remained insatiable, pushing his luck.

At this moment, Yu Rou was someone I had never seen before. Despite being raped, her frequently convulsing body
was flushed with a large amount of red. Despite shaking her head and uttering words of resistance, her hands were firmly gripping Chang Shao's neck.

Blindfolded, unable to see her surroundings or where the man would take her, Yu Rou clung tightly to him, gripped by a fear of the
unknown . As Chang Shao moved, he would deliberately use his waist to lift her into the air, and due to
gravity, Yu Rou would involuntarily sit heavily on him. It gave the illusion that Yu Rou was actively
seducing him.

Chang Shao chuckled.

"Being fucked in front of your husband, the intense sense of transgression is so exciting, isn't it? Do it a few more times, and women will fall in love with this
feeling… The shame of transgression and the excuse of being forced by a man will tear apart a wife's dignified and virtuous facade, revealing
her lewd nature. The purer a woman is, the crazier she becomes after revealing her true nature.
A woman who has experienced a huge penis can no longer tolerate a small one; the thrill of infidelity, once tasted, is intensely addictive… " "Ugh…"
" Hehe, we're right next to your husband now. If he looks up, he'll see our joined parts. If you accidentally leak your juices, they'll spray onto his face…" "No—" "Oh, you're squeezing even tighter…" Clearly, Chang Shao's thick penis not only pierced my wife's pure body but also shattered my perfect marriage . I don't blame my wife at all; I know that any woman would be unable to resist Chang Shao's violation. I also don't blame Chang Shao; any man with his status and power wouldn't let go of a perfect woman like . If I had to blame someone, it would be my inability to protect Yu Rou, my inability to give her what Young Master Chang could give her. I lacked Young Master Chang's wealth and status, as well as his resources and skills. My vision gradually darkened, and I could no longer see my surroundings. But I could still smell the lewd scent emanating from the genitals during intercourse. "Oh, you're so tight, I can't move... Don't worry, he won't wake up. Look, I'm slapping his face with my penis and he doesn't even react... Just release yourself boldly, let me see your most depraved and lewd side..." Suddenly, I felt a hot rod slapping my face. The rod was coated with a slippery fluid , hard and exuding a powerful pressure. "Come on, stick your ass up, I'm going to fuck you from behind." Rear entry. I've heard many people say that the most suitable position for raping a married woman is rear entry. Not only can you admire the married woman's full, round buttocks, but you can also freely fondle her breasts. When encountering chaste and virtuous women , a standing rear-entry position can be used, while holding the woman's hands. This position makes it impossible for the wife to break free. The only way for the wife to struggle is to twist her hips, which can provide a strong visual . Some inexperienced wives, if they struggle by twisting their hips from side to side, will instead be taken advantage of by the adulterer to generate intense pleasure. I smelled a fragrant scent, and felt Yu Rou's hot breath on my face. It seemed that Chang Shao was pressing Yu Rou's face close to mine. I couldn't see the scene, but I could completely imagine their position at that moment. Chang Shao was standing behind Yu Rou , pressing her upper body down, her buttocks sticking out, and then pulling her hands behind her back. "Don't be afraid, I gave you the latest American date rape drug, and you personally fed it to him. After drinking this drug, even a cow would be unconscious. A weakling like your husband only needs half a pill to fall into a deep sleep like a dead pig. No matter how you call him, he won't wake up..." My heart ached a little. Did Yu Rou drug me herself? Maybe Yu Rou didn't want me to see such a stimulating scene, or perhaps she still wanted to save our marriage... That must be it. "Ugh... Ugh..." Yu Rou suddenly let out a short moan, her body twisting violently. "Wow, you've already started wiggling your ass... What are you trying to say... Even though you know your husband won't wake up, being violated in front of him must be incredibly exciting for your body..." The sounds of slapping against each other were incessant. You could tell the force and frequency of the impact from the sound. A man with strong muscles is indeed extraordinary. Wet droplets fell from my face, sliding down to the corner of my mouth, tasting slightly salty. Were they Yu Rou's tears ... My dear Yu Rou, I don't want you to be sad. If I am an obstacle to your enjoyment of pleasure, I will be even sadder. If my existence makes you sad, I will choose to disappear... In the darkness, I lost the concept of time, but I felt the passage of life. Chang Shao and Yu Rou changed positions countless times, leaving dried fluid stains everywhere on the floor, sheets, and dressing table. Yu Rou's sobs grew softer, her choked breathing causing her to convulse more violently. Chang Shao, however, roared excitedly. In the end, Yu Rou's voice almost completely disappeared, leaving only Chang Shao's short, pleasurable roars and the slapping sounds of their bodies colliding. My consciousness began to blur... I didn't know how much time had passed. "Quick, quick, save him, he's almost out of breath..." In my hazy state, I seemed to still hear people talking. "Damn! How much did you feed him?" "Three, three pills... I, I was afraid the medicine wouldn't be strong enough, he'd wake up..." "So many? Are you trying to kill him? This is troublesome, get him to the hospital quickly..." ... The surroundings became noisy, with people constantly moving around. I felt my body being moved around. There were elevator sounds, ambulance sounds, and conversations from the hospital. I felt as if a bunch of messy tubes were being inserted into me, and I could smell the pungent odor of disinfectant. But I felt myself getting lighter and lighter, as if I were about to fly over mountains and float into the clouds. I no longer felt pain; a strange sense of pleasure arose within me. Slowly, I stopped feeling anything around me; it was as if I had entered a different world. Suddenly, I looked back with immense longing, hoping to find the lover I would cherish for this lifetime. The last image that remained in my memory was a white curtain separating the hospital beds. On the curtain, the light from the other side cast the shadows of a man and a woman. A woman with long, flowing hair, her high, firm breasts exposed, knelt on the adjacent bed, sucking the hard, large penis of a strong man… (The End)

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