The Weeping Ghost

Tonight, the moonlight was dim, the weather was muggy, and there was no wind.
I hurried along, paying no heed to the barking of the dogs following closely behind. I was happy, excited, because

I could finally go home to visit my family.
It had been a year since I'd been home, probably since that car accident.
Passing a graveyard, I saw many people chatting idly. One of them, a man with a pointed face and monkey-like features,

shouted at me in a loud voice: "What are you busy with? Play a little longer before you go!"
I ignored him and just hurried on my way. Because the night was deep; because I missed my family so much.
I thought of my wife, her plump breasts, so white and tender, nestled between her breasts like they were buried in snow.
I miss my wife. "My dear husband, I can't live without you. Everything I have belongs to you. My

dear husband," she always says, sweetly and affectionately. I usually do most of the housework;

I can't bear to let her do it. I wonder how she's been this past year. My wife is so beautiful and sexy. I

really want her. She's so alluring. My snow-white wife often hugs me tightly in bed, writhing

her voluptuous body, wanting me. So I constantly satisfy her desires, and that's how we had our beautiful daughter.
"Your daughter is so well-behaved and beautiful. You're so lucky," the neighbors and my best friend, Da

Meng all praise her.
I miss my daughter. "Daddy is the best person in the world." Even after I have a husband, the person I love most

will still be my father. "Women always love to hug my neck and pout. My daughter is so beautiful,

tall , with an oval face, full breasts, a soft body, fair and tender skin, and

long, thick, black hair braided into several plaits. She should be a senior in high school this year, just turned eighteen.
I also miss my best buddy, Da Meng, he's ten years older than me, probably fifty this year. His family is poor, his wife doesn't

work , and they don't have any children, it's really pitiful. We drive for the same taxi company, although one of us is in

the east of the city and the other in the west. But we get along well ." We were both very generous and loved drinking. Whenever we had free time, we'd

basically be together, bragging and drinking. He'd come to my house anytime, and I loved hearing him praise my wife and

daughter . "You, you're so lucky! Look at your wife, she's over thirty, still so beautiful, sexy, with such

smooth and fair skin. And your daughter, needless to say, so well-behaved and beautiful. I'm so envious. My wife is a dried fish."
Of course, my wife really is beautiful and sexy, has a job, earns a lot of money, and my daughter is also beautiful and

obedient. His wife, Sister-in-law Meng, while not ugly, wasn't pretty either, and not at all voluptuous. She was indeed a dried fish,

a pure housewife, with poor health, always taking medication, and a very fiery temper. If anything displeased her, she'd start cursing,

and she wouldn't stop until Da Meng gave in. As a result, Da Meng became the classic example of a henpecked husband in the company. What's worse,

they didn't have children, supposedly because of the woman. Sister-in-law Meng was also unlucky; she was in my car this time, but

got into this car accident and died. I feel so sorry for her, and also for Da Meng. I wonder how he is now?
"Crack—" Thunder rumbled, but I finally arrived home, and I excitedly went inside.
Suddenly, from my bedroom came my daughter's painful groans. Is she sick, my daughter?
I rushed in. There I saw my eighteen-year-old daughter, lying naked on the bed, legs spread wide.

She was absolutely gorgeous, a true beauty, absolutely adorable. Even as a father, I couldn't help but sigh. A

burly middle-aged man was enjoying himself on her, and my daughter, with her large, perky breasts and high belly,

was constantly writhing and groaning, seemingly enjoying herself immensely. In just one year, she had become so voluptuous. Ah,

she must be pregnant; look at those large, dark areolas around her nipples. And that man—wasn't that Da

Meng?
Good heavens, she's only eighteen! What happened to my daughter?
My daughter groaned, and Da Meng, that son of a bitch, showed no mercy whatsoever.
My daughter got out of bed. Such big breasts, such a protruding belly—she was definitely more than two or three months

pregnant So plump, so exciting! That damned Da Meng! You son of a bitch!
My daughter squatted down, and she actually moaned as she took Da Meng's penis, already dripping with semen, into her mouth .

His penis moved in and out of her small mouth as he thrust in and out, looking

completely absorbed.
Later, my daughter lay back down in pain, then spread her legs. I knew it was time to mate. Sure enough, Da

Meng pounced on my daughter's delicate body, pressing her snow-white skin tightly against him

. His thick, dark chest hair severely deformed her snow-white breasts. At the same time, he lewdly chuckled, "Little slut, feeling good, right?" Then

he took his thick, hard penis and rubbed it against my daughter's vulva, tempting her.

The fine, soft hair on my daughter's vulva was also a muddy mess. Her two already thick labia had long since

bloomed profusely. Her plump, perky breasts were covered in Da Meng's saliva, and

glistening liquid clung to the corners of his mouth—I was certain it was from her vulva.
I remembered a time when my daughter was probably thirteen. She once came to me and whispered, "Daddy, my

vulva is starting to grow pubic hair. And I have breasts now. Such big, red nipples! Let me

show you, is it a disease?" I didn't look, but I happily hugged her, letting her small, fleshy breasts

press against my chest, and joyfully sang, "My daughter is growing up. My daughter is a little woman now. My daughter is

so beautiful!" Then I added, "My dear daughter, these are a girl's secrets,

gifts from her future husband." "Daddy, I really want to smell your scent, it's so fragrant," my daughter said

shyly , burying her head in my chest.
Now, my daughter is like this. Tears welled up in my eyes.
My daughter, however, seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. She was moaning and arching her back—so lewd!

My poor daughter is only eighteen; she should still be in high school.
What on earth happened? That son of a bitch, Da Meng, he's inhuman! I have to find my wife and get to

the bottom of this .
I found her easily; she was sleeping naked in the bed my daughter used to sleep in. She always slept naked. Her

breasts were larger than my daughter's, with wider areolas around the nipples. Her snow-white belly was also

plump and perky, just like my daughter's. Long, flowing pubic hair and a plump, alluring vulva added to her allure. My wife was pregnant too!

"Pregnancy? This is definitely not mine. I had my tubal ligation done to take care of my wife after our daughter was born. Da Meng, you

son of a bitch, you're not human!
" I angrily shouted at her, "What's going on with my daughter?"
"Honey, I'm so sorry. When you're not home, Da Meng always comes to help with this and that, carrying gas cylinders,

carrying bags of rice. He's your best buddy. A family can't function without a man. One afternoon, our daughter was at

school , and he was with us in the kitchen. Suddenly, he hugged me, said he loved me,

and wanted me. I was stunned and tried to push him away, but he was incredibly strong. I was wearing

a dress , and he put his hands inside my bra and squeezed my breasts, while showering my neck with kisses.

I couldn't help it; my body melted, and I had no strength to resist. Honey, he

aroused . Honey, later, he carried me to the bed, took off my clothes, and his tongue rained down on

my nipples, his hands kneading my breasts until they were unrecognizable, and my nipples were incredibly erect. He praised, 'So

beautiful so white and tender. You've been gone for so long, honey.' I thought, and unconsciously..." I spread my legs and tried to get him to give me what I wanted.

After that, he came every day, but he never touched me again. He said he swore that if I didn't agree,

he would always respect me. Gradually, I got used to him, and gradually, I started to like him. Later, we

got married. He loved me so intensely, and every time he would exclaim while he was having sex with me, "You're so tender!" It

was so comforting to hear his lewd words. I really didn't know when my daughter started having an affair with him, and I had no choice but

to let it go. Unexpectedly, both my daughter and I got pregnant by him. My daughter has stopped going to school and

is staying at home with me to prepare for childbirth. "You should leave. There's no place for you in this family." How despicable, how shameless,

how lewd! I angrily pinched her thigh a few times, and she immediately opened her eyes and sat up. In

the flash of lightning , she looked around, looking very scared. Her belly was indeed very big, and her breasts, which were no longer

sagging, were now plump and perky.
I had nothing to say and turned to leave. Passing by her daughter's room, she heard Da Meng say, "Was it comfortable just now

?"
"Very comfortable, honey. If it wasn't, would you have gotten my belly this big?"
"You're the most seductive little slut I've ever met."
"Do you like it, my husband?"
"Of course I like it, but what I like most is that night you seduced me. You were wearing that see-through nightgown,

and I could clearly see your red nipples and dark pubic hair. It completely captivated me."
"I did want to seduce you, but after I took a shower and came into the bedroom, why didn't you come in and rape me?"
"My dick was so hard, but I never thought of sleeping with you."
"You're so naughty, how could you not think of that? How did you end up sleeping with me?"
"You little slut, even an idiot knows you came to the living room again, and you weren't wearing underwear or a bra.

Then you even asked me to scratch your back, saying your back was itchy." "And then you slept with me?"
"I'll definitely go for it. I know it's not your back that's itchy, it's your pussy that's itchy. I'll lift your pajamas

and take . Your juices will immediately fill my mouth. It's so horny, so fragrant, so sweet, so comfortable. You

've wanted me to play with you for a long time, haven't you?"
"You're so naughty. You broke me that night."
"Impossible. That night when I went in, it was so slippery, and you didn't even cry out in pain, even though you were covered in blood later."
"I've wanted you to love me for a long time. It was so rare that Mom wasn't home that night. Honey, you don't know, I often

secretly eavesdropped outside your bedroom door. You love my mom so much."
"I call you a little slut, and you still won't admit it."
"I am a little slut. Back then, I thought you and my dad were the best of friends, but actually, you liked

me and Mom. You're a hypocrite. Come on, honey."
The two of them started having sex again in the midst of thunder and lightning. I watched blankly from the side. What was I waiting for?

Really, what was I waiting for?
After a long silence—
"Who loves you most in this world? Is it your dad?"
"Him? How can he compare to you? The person who loves me most in
this world is you." "Who do you love most in this world?"
"Who is it? It's you, the one who turned my tender hole into a muddy mess."
"Are you still thinking about your father?"
"No, I've long forgotten him. I only think about my good husband, and my good husband's black cock."
"I'm going to fuck you to death, you tender slut." The man gritted his teeth and exerted force, followed by a groan

.
I quickly quickened my pace and left the home I once loved and longed for most.
The rain poured down, pounding down. Standing in the yard, tears streaming down my face, I desperately shook the

sycamore tree that had accompanied me as I grew up. "Da Meng'a, you son of a bitch! One time you weren't home, your wife was taking a bath and asked

me to scrub her back. I didn't do it. I knew she was trying to seduce me. One shouldn't covet a friend's wife! I did right by you

! You son of a bitch, you're not human!"
That night, I, a ghost, stood in the yard, amidst the fallen leaves, desperately weeping

in the rain.
Occasionally, I looked up and, in the flashes of lightning, saw my wife staring in terror through the glass.
I couldn't care less; I had to get to the Bridge of Forgetfulness and drink that bowl of bewitching soup. Let everything

in this world just vanish into nothingness.
That night, I, a ghost, walked hastily in the moonlight, tears streaming down my face, followed by

the barking . This was the last time I cried. It must have been.
The rain had stopped, the crescent moon hung in the sky again, everything was so fresh and clear. On this

beautiful night, I only paused briefly before my own overgrown grave.
By the Bridge of Helplessness, ghosts thronged, forming a long line. One by one, they drank the potion of forgetfulness offered by Meng Po, and then

crossed the bridge.
Strangely, the world on the other side of the bridge changed to accommodate each ghost: sometimes a violent storm with thunder and

lightning;
sometimes a vast expanse of yellow sand and a thick black fog;
or—
I stood at the end of the line.
Suddenly, I realized that the one in front of me was none other than Meng Po's wife! This world is truly amazing.
My sister-in-law recognized me too.
"Did you go home to check? I saw you last time," she asked mysteriously.
"I just went," I replied, unwilling to elaborate.
"Did you see your daughter and wife's bellies are big? I'll tell you, that's all thanks to me,"

she announced eagerly and proudly. Her eyes were incredibly lewd, practically spitting fire: "

What have I been doing all this time? Playing with your daughter and wife, of course. Hehe. Without me, would Lao Meng have

gotten his hands on your daughter and wife so easily? It felt so good. Hehe. Sometimes, I borrow your daughter's or wife's

body to make Lao Meng love me. He gets so excited, he loves me like crazy, he makes me feel so good. Of course, his

excitement is normal. Your daughter and wife's bodies are absolutely gorgeous. Their skin is so white and tender, and so

full. Their breasts are also white and tender, plump and firm, so beautiful. Don't even mention Lao Meng, even

I get excited. I never imagined your wife would still be like this after giving birth.
Of course, many times, I borrow Lao Meng's body to love your daughter and wife. It's so good to be a man.

They're not only beautiful, but also incredibly seductive. I love it so much."
I felt like I was listening, but then again, I wasn't. My sister-in-law seemed to be talking about me, but then again, she wasn't.
Since everything will be gone soon, what's the point of caring?
The elder sister-in-law continued recounting her happiness.
Finally, it was her turn to drink the potion of forgetfulness. After drinking it, she walked onto the famous Bridge of Helplessness.

Suddenly, . Soon, she screamed as she was submerged in the mud.
I also drank the potion of forgetfulness, and when I stepped onto the Bridge of Helplessness, a world of lush grass,

fragrant flowers, and singing birds unfolded before my eyes. I quickened my pace without realizing it.
[The End]

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