【As one wishes】

Inside an antique shop in the southern part of the city, a man smiled as he browsed the shop's treasures. The owner, a bald
, dark-skinned Thai man, leisurely smoked a cigarette, occasionally introducing his wares to new customers in broken Chinese
. Finally, the young man picked up a warm, lustrous jade ruyi with a hint of blood-red hue. The owner
asked in broken Chinese, "Is this for a man or a woman?" The man politely put down the jade. "My wife
loves jade. Her birthday is in a few days, and I want to buy it as a gift for her." The owner chuckled dryly
. "Then this ruyi would be perfect for her. I'll give you a discount." The man didn't bother
to say more, paid, and hurriedly packed up the ruyi to leave.
The jade was warm and lustrous, smooth to the touch, with faint traces of blood-like veins within. The man slowly played with
his newly purchased treasure, imagining his beloved wife's joy upon receiving the gift…
Just as he imagined, his wife excitedly opened the exquisitely wrapped gift box, gently stroking the semi-circular
jade ruyi. The man smiled contentedly; compared to his wife's smile, what was the money he had spent
?
After carefully handling it for a while, the wife even bought a stand online and placed the jade ruyi on
her dressing table.
Everything seemed to be progressing smoothly, as if it were just a small
gift from husband to wife.
The next evening, the husband left early, saying he had to go on a business trip for a few days. His wife gently tied
his tie and gave him a soft kiss goodbye.
That night, around midnight, the wife woke up feeling unwell. In her dream
, she saw a bustling market where she was naked and bound to a wooden cross. A
man wearing a black hood was slowly butchering her flesh. The dream was so vivid that she
woke up screaming in terror. She frantically turned on the bedside lamp and suddenly felt a sharp itch. A huge rat
crawled out of her pajamas, ran out of the bedroom, and disappeared. She hurriedly unbuttoned her pajamas and discovered that her
nipples had been gnawed by rats, leaving several teeth marks. Hysterically, she stripped off all her clothes,
throwing her pajamas and sheets into the trash can. She turned on the bathroom light, took a shower, and, wrapped in a towel,
returned to the bedroom with a frown. She found new sheets, made the bed, and lay down again…
Earlier that day, at work, the wife suddenly felt intensely itchy, to the point of madness.
She quickly finished her work and went to the bathroom. She closed the stall door, lifted her shirt, and found that
the bite marks from the previous day hadn't faded; instead, they were swollen. Frustrated, she quickly wiped them with a tissue
and applied a bandage. She removed her nipple covers and put her bra in her bag. Her breast skin felt itchy and
irritated, as if she had an allergic reaction, accompanied by unnatural redness and swelling. She felt she needed to see a dermatologist…
Finally, she endured it until the end of the workday. She hurriedly clocked out and
went to see a classmate who was a doctor, whom she had booked earlier that day. At the clinic, after a brief chat with her classmate, she hurriedly lifted
her shirt and asked the doctor to take a look at the problem. The doctor frowned, manipulated her
already swollen and congested nipples a few times, picked up a scraper and tweezers, and took some simple samples. She frowned, saying she
had never seen this condition before and needed test results the next day to determine the cause.
The wife reluctantly closed her clothes, picked up her handbag, and left the clinic. On the bus, the usual
friction between passengers almost drove her crazy. Her breasts had become inexplicably sensitive; even the slightest
friction from her clothes turned into intense itching and stinging. She pulled her clothes tighter, trying to avoid
contact with those around her, but it was rush hour, and being so close to others made it nearly
impossible to avoid rubbing her breasts.
Finally, the bus announced its stop and opened the doors. The wife rushed off, her face flushed. When no one was looking,
she frantically rubbed her breasts a few times—a futile effort, of course; the itching only worsened with each rub.
The wife thought bitterly, "Could it be the plague? I've never heard of such a severe reaction." She
finally returned to her apartment, eagerly opening the door. The crystal-clear jade ruyi still sat on her
dressing table, looking exceptionally luxurious. She no longer bothered to admire these trinkets, hastily taking off her clothes and rushing
into the bathroom. The sound of running water continued for three hours before the woman emerged exhausted. Her breasts,
far from improving, were even more swollen. Frustrated, the wife called her husband, who, from afar
… A comforting voice came from the side: "I'll clean the house again when I get back, and put out some rat poison
to kill them." The woman smiled happily, said a few simple words, and then hung up the phone. However, tonight
was still a difficult night...
That night, the wife had another nightmare. She dreamt of a group of bare-chested natives who lifted her up and bound her
to a cage, her limbs outstretched and secured in the cage's grooves. Then, they lewdly used a brush to
smear a yellow, sticky liquid on her body, with a sweet, pungent smell, almost making her faint. Then they... Inside,
a handful of venomous snakes and rats were thrown in, and scorpions were even vaguely visible. These ferocious creatures seemed to have eyes,
specifically targeting her body, their sharp proboscises tearing at her skin. The natives sang and danced, using wooden
sticks to guide the snakes and scorpions into her vagina and anus. A bursting, bloating sensation and the scratching pain from sharp objects filled
her powerless body. She screamed and woke up again, jerking up in bed. This time, the visual
shock caused her to scream hysterically. Her sheets were stained crimson from her genitals down to her vagina. The
stinging sensation went from dreamlike to real; she could clearly feel something wriggling inside her vagina
. She quickly pulled down her panties, parted her labia with her hands, and took out a mirror.
She held it upside down, looking into her genitals, and slightly stood up to allow the light to better reflect onto her lower body. Then,
something maddening happened again—a large, glossy gray rat squeezed out of her vaginal opening
, its body covered in her blood and dander, and hurriedly ran outside, disappearing from sight.
She could no longer hold on; her eyes rolled back, and she fainted…
The next day at noon, the wife slowly awoke. Exhausted, she dialed her manager's number and asked for a sick day.
She hung up weakly, grabbing a pillowcase to wipe her still-bleeding genitals. She didn't want to recall
the previous night's events, but the itching in her breasts and genitals kept her awake. Just then
, the doctor called. She answered anxiously, and her doctor friend said apologetically on the other end, "We haven't been able to determine the exact
cause. We can only speculate that it's a microbial allergy or a fungal infection. Anyway,
we should look for methods beyond medical intervention." The wife sat on the bed in despair, her hands uncontrollably
scratching the itching through her clothes. The itching in her breasts was bearable, but the itching inside her vagina was inaccessible
. Desperate, she haphazardly applied some antibacterial and anti-inflammatory topical medications to her breasts
and genitals, but the itching continued to spread uncontrollably throughout her body. The pain intensified, to the point that she involuntarily began
inserting her fingers into her anus and vagina, scratching the flesh with her nails. The intense, itchy sensation was excruciating
, yet she couldn't stop…
The next day at noon, the woman groggily awoke. She couldn't remember
how many times she had orgasmed from the torment of itching, nor when she had fallen into a deep sleep from exhaustion. Her only memories were of the constant
scratching, picking, and rubbing. She was bordering on hysterical, almost like a mental patient, and her swollen breasts and vagina
were driving her nearly insane. With one hand fiddling with her vagina, she picked up the phone and dialed the manager
's number. "Um, yes, um—sorry, I, oh! I'm still not feeling well, yes, um!
I won't go today, sorry manager." She hung up the phone breathlessly, not caring about the shame of her outburst, and
quickly placed her other hand on her breasts, rubbing them vigorously…
That day, her husband finally returned home exhausted. He put down his briefcase and was stunned by the scene at home—
The room reeked of a lewd, pungent odor. The wife lay naked on the bedroom bed, one hand frantically fiddling
with her already swollen vagina, the other vigorously kneading her swollen, purplish breasts. She moaned ecstatically
, but there was no trace of pleasure in her voice. Amidst her intermittent moans, she looked at her husband and
cried out in despair, "Husband, save me!" before fainting.
The husband was equally bewildered, not knowing what had happened in just a few days. He took
his wife to a prestigious dermatology hospital in the city. After a difficult consultation with specialists, the doctors repeatedly shook
their heads, saying, "Try to find the allergen at home. Have you brought anything home recently? That might be a clue
."
The husband remained lost, pacing around the house until he remembered the newly bought birthday present—
the translucent, slightly blood-red ruyi scepter…
Finally, he couldn't resist taking his wife to a quaint antique shop. The shop owner, grinning, seemed
to have expected this, staring at his wife's barely concealed swollen breasts. The husband angrily grabbed the shop owner by the collar,
shouting and pointing at his wife's embarrassing figure. His wife, however, continued to fidget and rub her breasts. She rubbed
her breasts and genitals a few times, then stood to the side with her head down…
People walking down the street that day only saw an antique shop slowly closing its shutters,
and few noticed that a couple hadn't come out since entering. The next day, the antique shop reopened
. No one knew where this predatory shop had gotten a pair of gold-cast male and female genital ornaments. The male
genitals were erect and incredibly lifelike, and the female breasts were exquisitely matched, the craftsmanship so fine
that even the folds of the areola and the fine hairs were meticulously detailed. A customer entered the shop,
playing with the gold breasts as if possessed. The shopkeeper grinned and introduced them as genuine, pure gold. The man frowned,
suddenly put down the ornaments, angrily left a comment, and strode away. "Would pure gold be this
light? Real stuff, huh? They're really trying to fool people.
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