The Silent World (Episode 10)

Back home, Oman released my hand, using her authority as the boss to kick everyone out
. She took me to her dream room, bathed me, and laid me on the bed. Then, naked and soft,
Oman pulled me into her arms.
I lay silently in Oman's embrace, my mind filled with the fear from before.
When I first woke up, countless times I wanted to do something, but I always wondered if people would suddenly wake up and grab
me. From taking things from small shops, from smashing up the commercial street, from looting money, I gradually broke through, and finally
, that fear of people suddenly waking up sank to the bottom in the sea of sex.
The life between Oman, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyun almost made me forget that worry. I indulged in
things I shouldn't have been enjoying in the city, forgetting myself. I saw the standing crowds as puppets
, toys to be played with at will.
I ate the best, drank the best, smoked the best, played with the most beautiful virgins, and manipulated the people standing on the street at will.
I felt like a child playing carefree in an amusement park, forgetting that you need a ticket to enter. Today, the bride
and bridesmaids' unusually rapid awakening brought back my long-dormant fear.
I looked at Ouman, who was silently watching me; she was so gentle and considerate, but would she
one day suddenly wake up, tearing at me angrily as in a dream?
Lying in Ouman's warm embrace, my heart grew colder, my eyelids heavier, and I fell asleep.
For the next month, Ouman took care of me like a devoted wife. Every morning she would get
me up to go for a run, and after dinner we would go for walks in different places. She slept with me every night, inviting Xiaoyu along on Wednesdays
, and Xiaoyu and Xiaoyun on Fridays. When we were alone, she was so gentle and sexy, constantly arousing
my sexual nerves, allowing me to recover through intense sexual encounters.
Actually, I recovered on the third day. That evening, Ouman suggested going to the monument to see the scenery.
Passing by the hospital, Xiaoyun went in; it turned out she was visiting her father.
Looking at the elderly man in the hospital bed, covered in IV drips, Wang Yun, for the first time, didn't shed a tear
. Instead, she wore a cold, aloof expression, gently fetching water and wiping his body.
The old man lay listlessly on the bed, the monitoring equipment beside him blacked out. I tried to turn it on, but for some
reason, it wouldn't open.
I carefully observed Wang Yun's father. His mouth was open, a suction tube in his throat, but
he was breathing steadily. It seemed this silent world at least allowed Wang Yun's father to continue living,
instead of being in the intensive care unit constantly on the verge of death. At least Wang Yun could see her father from time to time, instead of going to
the cemetery to grieve.
While Ou Man and the others were helping Wang Yun, I went down to the seventh floor. I don't know why, but I just wanted to see
.
In the corridor on the seventh floor, seven naked female bodies lay stacked, their bodies covered in crimson wounds. It seemed that
before they woke up, the marks on their bodies remained unchanged.
I crouched down, looking at the hairless nurse, her body covered in handprints and scratches.
Overwhelmed with guilt, I stared at her naked, wounded body and slapped myself hard
. "Damn it, you're not even human! You don't respect others. Even if the crowd wakes up, you deserve
to be beaten to death. Responsibility and obligation—since you've enjoyed what you shouldn't have, be prepared to accept
punishment at any time. From today onward, from this moment on, treat everyone I awaken well. Before I'm beaten to death
, at least I can say I haven't wronged you."
Oman ran down from upstairs, seeing my flushed cheeks, and cupped my face in her hands. Her cool
hands soothed my burning cheeks. She looked at the ground, then at me, and tenderly pulled me into her arms
.
My head rested on Oman's shoulder, my eyes fixed on the horrific scene on the ground, a resolute determination forming in my heart.
Oman dragged me towards the stairwell. Every time I tried to look back, to relive the horrific scene on the ground, Oman
would shake his head and pull me away.
That night, Oman called Xiaoyu, and the two of them helped me bathe, followed by their ministrations.
On the fifth day, Oman, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyun helped me bathe, and then three beautiful bodies lay on the bed, each with a
different type of buttock and a different type of vagina. I was captivated, me completely mesmerized. I longed for the fourth
or fifth person on the seventh day. Unfortunately, Oman didn't seem inclined to let the two newcomers join. It seemed my fear
reaction that day had made him somewhat resistant to them. After each blissful day came
a day of abstinence, which Oman insisted on. In Oman's words: ("I want it every day, or you'll die, you big pervert.")
After the second day of three beauties' service, I began to carefully observe the zero and the first. Um, I don't know their names
. Let's call the bride "Number Zero" since she's got big breasts, and the bridesmaid, who's my type, is "Number One." I'll check their
names when I have time.
Speaking of which, the bride's real face really makes me want to punch the makeup artist. Did the makeup artist
have a grudge against her? An oval face, bangs that reach her eyebrows, wine-red hair cascading down her back, big eyes, and
a slightly pursed, rosy mouth. Wearing a black mini-skirt, she's clearly a powerful and energetic mature woman. Thinking back
to how she looked like a timid wife after makeup that day, what a waste of such an alluring figure. Um, that black mini-skirt looks
familiar... Holy crap, that's Xiaoyun's dress! She wears it and it makes her look like she
has huge breasts. How big are her assets? It's amazing! My lower body is getting hard again. I have to say, I have good taste, otherwise this
beauty would have slipped away.
As for the bridesmaid, there's not much to say. Except for her sparse eyebrows, she's practically a younger
version of Charlie Yeung. Although they didn't have the exaggerated bust size of a size zero, their delicate and frail appearance was almost heartbreaking
. Wearing an Orman dress, they somehow managed to make it look ethereal.
But beneath their beautiful exterior lay countless questions. First, why did they wake up so quickly,
scaring me half to death? Was it because I woke up too many people and leveled up? I quickly dismissed that idea
; did they really think it was a game, leveling up by having sex with a few people? But thinking about it more, it wasn't impossible.
Ah, in this silent world, countless people are dazed, only able to be awakened by sex and ejaculation. There
are also those who strengthen their own bodies by absorbing the energy of those they awaken. Should I cut myself
deeper? Or should I wait and see?
Then there's their level of autonomy. I remember when I first came back, Ouman, trying to cheer me up,
wrote in bed one night, (Were these two really just awake? Why did they both go to shower as soon as they got home? I
didn't even have time to arrange anything.)
Seeing Ouman's displeased expression, I, who didn't want to speak then, took her pen and paper and wrote, (You just
can't sit still. Isn't it good that they do things on their own without my instructions?)
Seeing Ouman's pouting lips, I wrote again: (Even if they can fly, you're still the eldest sister, aren't
you?)
Now that I think about it, it's really strange. Whether it's Ouman, Xiaoyu, or Xiaoyun, which one didn't I instruct them
to do anything? They only started doing things on their own after staying at home for a few days. Are they different species? Thinking about this
makes me laugh.
Hey, Oman walked over, using her two-finger kung fu to interrupt my laughter. She walked up to me, gave
me a sidelong glance, and then sat down opposite the two women.
The two women sat hand in hand on the living room sofa, blankly sitting with their backs straight,
displaying their impressive assets. Oman sat on a small soft stool opposite, legs crossed, her long, smooth legs
gleaming softly in the sunlight, so alluring. Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu each had their arms around my arms, standing beside me. Xiaoyu, in particular,
looked like she was watching a good show, so I casually pinched her little bottom. Damn, no reaction. Was
Xiaoyu already prepared for me to grope her at any moment? How boring. Xiaoyun is much better; her large breasts occasionally
massaged my arm. I turned my head and looked at her; such a deep cleavage. I'm getting excited.
Looking back at the living room, the air seemed to be filled with an invisible, palpable tension.
Oman is a lone female warrior, but her skills are profound, possessing the air of a master, and she also has the home-field advantage. The two women are like two swordsmen
, each with their own strengths, and although they are playing away, their momentum is in no way weak.
Suddenly, Oman moved. She tossed her flowing long hair, bent down, displaying her beautiful chest
, and held a golden sword in her slender hand—no, a golden pen—writing
a challenge on the white paper, announcing a duel.
She picked up the challenge and slid it past the two women, her sharp eyes sweeping over me, making my skin crawl.
I looked closely at the challenge; several large, flamboyant characters read, "(You're quite the talker, aren't you? Believe me, I'll cut off your activities for seven days, have
Xiaoyu take you upstairs, and Wang Yun will cook.)
" Oh, so she was talking about me. Quick, get out of here. I grabbed Xiaoyu and went upstairs. Just as I was about to tell Xiaoyun to cook
, a miracle happened—everyone witness this moment of miracle! Xiaoyun, without my prompting,
turned and went into the kitchen as soon as she saw Ouman's note. What's going on? I turned back to look at Ouman, only to see that she had been staring at the two women for a while
.
Let's go upstairs first.
I plopped down on the sofa, and Xiaoyu immediately jumped onto my lap, burying herself in my lap. I
quickly put Xiaoyu down, staring at her blank eyes, and said seriously, "You just saw it, right? Ouman's note
. You know what it says, don't you?"
Xiaoyu immediately snuggled into my arms again. This...this isn't logical. Can't you give me a hint? After a while, Xiaoyu
turned on her PS3 and let me play. Poor thing, the little girl really enjoys watching me play. When will she be able to
play by herself? I've already played it through several times. Besides clinging to me, helping me bathe, and obeying me, can't you
show any other reaction? It's actually quite enjoyable, hehe, people are just like that. Isn't Xiaoyu great? She doesn't
use her two-finger kung fu, she doesn't talk back, and she doesn't threaten. Speaking of threats, she actually dared to threaten me not to sleep with her for seven days
. Humph, today it'll be a foursome.
After dinner, I went to the balcony on the second floor. Xiaoyu made me a cup of tea, and Ouman sat quietly beside me
. I watched the red sun slowly sink below the mountains. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on me, there was a cup of hot
tea beside the wicker chair, and three beautiful girls were around me. Ouman and Xiaoyun each held one of my hands, and
Xiaoyu was leaning on my shoulder. Xiaoyu's short hair occasionally brushed against my neck in the breeze, and a sweet scent wafted through the quiet city
.
"By the way, Ouman, did you notice that Xiaoyun went to cook for herself after seeing your note today?"
Immersed in this sweetness, my curiosity still got the better of me, and I
said, somewhat ruining the atmosphere.
(Well, I actually found out a couple of days ago.) Oman wrote in her notebook.
"Oh?" The atmosphere was so comfortable that I didn't move, just said casually, "How did you find out?
How come I didn't know?"
(You were still at Wang Yun's house then. Xiaoyu kept dragging me there, so I wrote something for her to see,
and she behaved herself. Later, I wrote things for her to do, and she did everything I wrote. I don't know
how it happened. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you'd overthink it. I feel like something's wrong with me
; I get confused whenever I think about things.)
Oman wrote quite slowly this time, so I had to lean over and look at her words bit by bit.
(I want to flip through a book, but I always forget what I read, yet I keep trying. But apart from
what I already know, I forget everything else as soon as I read it. I don't know how to express this feeling; it's awful.)
I lovingly pulled Oman onto my lap, and Xiaoyu immediately sat down when Oman's seat was empty. I
held Oman close, the two of us pressed together, watching the fading sunset.
"If you can't concentrate, don't force yourself. The situation is beyond our understanding. Let's find
a few more people. Then, once they've recovered, we'll leave this city together. I have a feeling
that the person in Xingtai can tell us a lot, and the truth is actually out there."
Oman looked at me tenderly and wrote again: (I've read your question book, and I've also read my
old diaries. I wasn't like this before, but I don't know why, whenever I can express myself...)
"After gaining power, I developed my current personality, which is sometimes frustrating. But every time I see how gentle you are with me, I
feel so happy. I just want to share more of your burdens. Go sleep with Wang Yun tonight. I'll take
Xiao Yu with me. You haven't spent any time alone with Wang Yun in the past month! I've always been hogging you, and Wang Yun hasn't had a chance to be alone with
you. Go keep her company today.
" "Um, I really enjoy being with you. What do you mean by 'hogging'? I always feel so safe and secure when I'm with you.
Sometimes I think, if the world hadn't become like this, we would probably just be strangers. Before, every
time I finished staying up all night and had breakfast, I would see you running. Back then, I thought, 'If only I could meet you.' Now,
the world has become like this, probably because of my daily prayers."
Before she finished speaking, Ou Man kissed me. We held each other tightly until the last rays of sunlight disappeared into the night
sky. The night breeze was cool, but my heart felt like the sun.
Xiao Yun, who loves cleanliness, went back to the master bedroom to take a shower early in the morning. Xiaoyu pulled me to show her the PS3 again, while Ouman
went into her room to take a shower. Zero and One went downstairs to the living room, so engrossed in enjoying life that they
forgot about them. I was just about to go check on them when Xiaoyu wouldn't let go. Oh well, they're not as important as Xiaoyu
, at least not now.
Ouman came out of the bedroom and saw Xiaoyu still clinging to me. She wrote, "(Go take a shower, sleep with me tonight.)"
Without waiting for Xiaoyu's consent, she grabbed Xiaoyu's ear and shoved her into her room.
I said, "What are you doing? Xiaoyu likes to cling to me, let her cling. She's still a child. Besides, you keep
saying I haven't spent enough time with Xiaoyun, but Xiaoyu hasn't let me spend time with her either."
After pushing Xiaoyu into the room, Ouman turned around and closed the door. She walked over with a smile, using her two-finger kung fu
.
(Don't think I don't know. The day before yesterday, Wang Yun and I went out to find something to eat. How did Xiaoyu take care of you
? And last Saturday and Thursday. I was supposed to let you rest on even-numbered days, but you didn't miss a single day
.)
Hehe, I scratched my head.
(Also, lately I've been feeling that Xiaoyu is changing. She's clinging to you more and more each day. Except for me, she
reacts a lot to anyone else being with you. It's like that feeling of unease I had when I saw you at the hospital that day.
I've felt it in Xiaoyu too. I've decided to keep a close eye on her these next few days.)
"Oh? How did you feel that? Even Xiaoyu can communicate with me now? She's not just keeping a straight face and not saying a word anymore?
That's great. Then I'll keep an eye on her too." I was excited when I heard that. Another person with spirit and the ability to communicate! Although
we can't have a conversation, at least she can react when I confide in her. Um, of course, and during sex too
.
(No! I don't feel anything when you're with her, but I feel it
very strongly when you're with Wang Yun. Go on, Xiaoyu will come back after her shower.)
I nodded and walked towards the master bedroom. Actually, I'd wanted to go with Xiaoyun for a while. Putting everything else aside, those soft, big
breasts, and that opened little chrysanthemum, the way she looked in pain during each orgasm—it's hard not to feel a urge to ravage them
. Thinking about big breasts, even a size zero's breasts are amazing. I'll find a chance to try again sometime, and it would be best if I could have
a threesome with a size one, hehe.
I pushed open the bedroom door. Xiaoyun was leaning against the headboard of the bed, a thin blanket covering her lower body,
wearing a beige camisole nightgown, her legs bent, with a thick photo album on her lap.
I jumped onto the bed, sat up like Xiaoyun, and tilted my head. "Xiaoyun, what are you looking at? Let me see
."
Xiaoyun obediently handed me a thick photo album. As she turned her upper body, the neckline of her camisole nightgown was
stretched open by her large breasts, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her deep cleavage and the two nipples pressed against the nightgown were incredibly alluring.
I casually flipped through the photos; they were pictures of Xiaoyun when she was little. One photo in junior high
caught my eye. Xiaoyun, wearing a sky-blue dress, leaned against the classroom door, her chest full and bulging. She
wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples stubbornly made two clear marks under the dress. Wow, she was already
a busty girl in junior high.
Xiaoyun leaned to the side, looking at the photo album on my lap. Her slightly tilted body allowed me to see
her entire cleavage at a glance. I couldn't resist and reached out my left hand to touch her large breasts. Ouch, damn it, the photo album was too thick. I
lost my grip, and the thick album slipped off my knee, a corner hitting my erect penis.
Ouch. Xiaoyun immediately leaned over to look at where I'd been hit, her whole body right in front of me. Her two white, tender buttocks were sandwiched between
a pair of beige shorts, her slender waist peeking out from under her pajamas. Her cool little hands pulled aside my underwear and
grasped my penis. She stretched out her body, lowering the bedside lamp beside me so it shone directly on my hard penis
, her hands gripping it as she examined it closely. She was kneeling and prone, her beautiful peach-shaped lower body right before my
eyes.
Who could resist such a sight? I
reached out and stroked Xiaoyun's snowy buttocks, giving them a couple of firm pinches. My fingers slipped inside her underwear, tracing the cleft of her buttocks, first pressing on her anus
. Xiaoyun looked up, tears welling in her eyes. My heart skipped a beat. "No anal sex today, come and
suck my penis." My hand didn't stop, continuing to slide down, caressing her soft labia.
She first rubbed my penis against her face, then stuck out her tongue and drew circles on the glans, then
circled it with the tip of her nose. I was overjoyed. The power of example is truly boundless. Ever since
Xiaoyu's classic demonstration during our four-person encounter, Ouman and Xiaoyun had both learned how to treat my penis.
I touched Xiaoyun's vulva, and slowly, a few drops of vaginal fluid seeped out. I teased her clitoris with my index finger for a while, then
gently extended my middle finger and slowly inserted it into her vagina. As Xiaoyun sucked my penis,
her waist involuntarily arched the moment my middle finger entered, my finger enveloped by a circle of soft, wet, tender flesh
. I continued to penetrate deeper, and Xiaoyun couldn't help but kiss me. Looking at Xiaoyun, her eyes tightly closed, two lines of clear
tears streaming down her face, yet she was actively seeking a kiss, I grabbed her and kissed her fiercely.
Xiaoyun's lower body was already slippery, the constant flow of her vaginal fluid wetting my palm. She passionately rose and straddled me.
She pulled down her underwear, excitedly rubbing her overflowing vulva against my penis. One
hand was placed behind her back between my legs, supporting her body, her whole body arched, her proud
breasts erect. How could I refuse such an obvious request? I suddenly pulled up her nightgown, and two large, firm
breasts sprang out, the two rosy nipples standing erect in the air. I took one into my mouth, my
hand, wet with her juices, playing with the other, the scent of her breasts filling my nostrils.
We both reached the peak of passion. Xiaoyun held my head, pressing her body against mine, my entire face deeply
pressed into her fragrant breasts. She lifted her hips, one small hand grasping my raging penis, sliding
it a couple of times between her folds, the glans against the entrance of her vagina, and she slowly sat down. My burning penis immediately entered a
warm embrace. The tender flesh of her vagina scraped against my sensitive glans, and I couldn't help but lift my head and take a deep breath.
Xiaoyun began to tumble and dance on top of me. I held her slender waist tightly,
lifting and pressing down forcefully with each of her movements. Her flowing juices soaked my scrotum, and her face was streaked with tears. After a while
, she paused, rested briefly, and then clung to me tightly again,
moving her hips back and forth on my legs. Her tear-streaked face drew closer, and we shared a deep kiss, the air thick with lust.
I rose and pinned Xiaoyun beneath me, my hand guiding my throbbing penis. I rubbed it against her clitoris before smoothly
penetrating her tender depths, beginning to thrust vigorously. Xiaoyun cooperated, gripping her legs with both hands, her thighs spread
wide. I could clearly see my dark red penis moving in and out between her white labia, at her bright red vaginal opening
.
Tears streamed down Xiaoyun's face, and her breasts bounced faster and faster with each thrust. Suddenly, Xiaoyun released
her legs, clamped them around my waist, grabbed the sheet beside her head and twisted it violently
, while wiping away tears from her face with the other. She tightened her grip on my legs, knowing she was close to climax, and
increased the frequency and force of her thrusts, each impact reaching the deepest point, hitting
that soft flesh. Finally, Xiaoyun lifted her upper body, her hands gripping my back tightly. I continued thrusting,
her hands like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood, gripping my back again and again—it hurt. This pain
lessened my urge to ejaculate, and I thrust even more forcefully.
Xiaoyun, clinging tightly to me, began to tremble erratically, but I remained unmoved, continuing to thrust powerfully
. A surge of heat hit my glans, and Xiaoyun collapsed onto the bed, powerless, only
trembling beneath me. I continued thrusting relentlessly, like a madman, until my penis felt numb,
the urge to ejaculate long gone. All I could see was her tear-streaked face and her swaying breasts.
"I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death," I growled incessantly.
After what seemed like an eternity, Xiaoyun pulled me tightly into her arms again, her hands gripping me
tightly, her body trembling. Another surge of heat poured onto my penis.
Again and again, each time shorter and more forceful than the last. I didn't even dare
think about whether she had scratched my back until it bled. I just buried my head and fucked her hard, watching her
tears stream down her face—it was even more exciting than rape.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and roared, "I'll shoot you to death!" I released my pent-up semen,
gushing out streams of hot semen.
I finally collapsed weakly onto Xiaoyun's large breasts, panting heavily. Looking at the dazed Xiaoyun,
I smiled contentedly. Suddenly, my gaze fell upon the bedroom door, which had opened, revealing Xiaoyu's face in the doorway. I
fell into a deep sleep.
(In the silent television building, a computer screen lit up, displaying lines of text:
"Controller Subsidiary 2 is about to break through the critical point. Repeat Controller Subsidiary 2 breaking through the critical point. Please confirm the soul
seed matching procedure... Confirm soul seed matching procedure, matching begins: Soul seed #1 matching, failed
; Soul seed #2 matching, failed; ...; Soul seed #10 matching, successful. Please confirm the personality seed
pairing procedure... Confirm personality seed pairing procedure, pairing begins; Personality seed #1 pairing, failed
; Personality seed #2 pairing, failed; ...; Personality seed #4 pairing, successful. Personality seed #4:
Doubtful type. Do you agree?") (Intention input... Confirm input. Continuing to observe...)
I had only slept for a short while when I was awakened by a flurry of noise outside the door. I forced my eyes open and saw the door wide open. Ouman was
anxiously calling for Xiaoyu, who had collapsed at the doorway.
I immediately snapped out of it, jumped out of bed, and collapsed to Xiaoyu's side. Ouman
became even more anxious, her eyes filled with tears, and rushed over.
I brushed away Ouman's hand that was about to help me up, "I'm fine, I just used a little too much force."
I got up, held Xiaoyu in my arms, and Ouman lifted her legs. The two of them carried Xiaoyu into Ouman
's room.
"What happened to her?" I asked anxiously.
Oman shook her head and quickly wrote: (I don't know either.
I was half asleep when she said she was going to the bathroom. I slept for ages and didn't see her come back. When I opened my eyes, there was no one in the bathroom, so I went to the
door and found her collapsed on the floor.)
It seems that the little girl was peeping at me and Xiaoyun making love, and she actually fainted? Could it be...? Thinking back to
what Oman said before she fell asleep, could it be that she can communicate with me again after she wakes up?
Seeing Oman crying anxiously, I quickly hugged her and comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay. Maybe
she can be like you when she wakes up. You forgot, didn't you also suddenly faint and then be able to write? This might
be a good thing."
After hearing my words, Oman calmed down a bit.
Seeing her red, bloodshot eyes, I felt a pang of heartache and said, "Sweet Ouman, go to sleep first. I'll watch
over her. Your eyes are all swollen; you should get some sleep, or you'll look terrible tomorrow morning."
Ouman wiped her eyes, her tears turning to a smile, and wrote: (You're so mean, I'm so sad
. You should go to sleep; I'll watch over her. I can't sleep if Xiaoyu doesn't wake up.)
I thought about it, but I was too exhausted. I guessed Xiaoyu's situation was probably similar to Ouman's. Since Ouman...
"I'll go to sleep then. I'll see Xiaoyu again tomorrow morning, I can't wait!"
I rolled onto the bed, grabbed the unconscious Xiaoyu, and held her close, falling into a deep sleep.
In the early morning, I felt a tickle on my chest, as if someone was drawing something there. I opened my eyes
and saw Xiaoyu's bright eyes meeting mine. Suddenly, her face flushed, and she immediately closed her eyes, her slender white fingers tapping
my chest—pretending to be asleep. My "Lushan claws" gave Xiaoyu's breast a good squeeze. Just as I was about to speak,
Xiaoyu put her index finger to her lips, then pointed behind her.
I looked up and saw Ouman lying on the edge of the bed, fast asleep. A pang of heartache shot through me.
I gently got up, picked Ouman up, and placed her on the bed. She seemed exhausted
; she rolled over and fell asleep again. Xiaoyu gently smoothed Ouman's hair, her eyes filled with tenderness.
I gestured to Xiaoyu, then quietly left the room and returned to the master bedroom. Xiaoyun was still fast asleep
. I covered her with a blanket and went downstairs.
I was so excited, but also worried about disturbing Ouman. No rush, no rush.
Downstairs, I saw Zero and One quietly setting out breakfast. Sigh, I'm really getting old.
I was thinking of asking Ouman what they were doing downstairs last night, but I completely forgot.
I went over and found the head seat. It looked great—milk, bread, and fruit.
Number One even brought me a bowl of noodles when I sat down, and then the two of them sat side-by-side opposite each other at the table. Wow, their teamwork was amazing!
If it weren't for their vastly different appearances and demeanors, you'd really think they were twins.
Zero was wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt—you could tell it was Xiaoyun's t-shirt. Number One was wearing Ouman
's short-sleeved light blue logo t-shirt. Just those two t-shirts perfectly accentuated their individual charms
. Zero—I really wanted to call her Number Eight—those two firm mounds stretched Xiaoyun's t-shirt taut. Just
thinking about those two enormous breasts, even bigger than Xiaoyun's, constantly shifting in my hands made me hard
. Her slightly resolute lips parted and closed as she ate a banana. Damn, why not eat a banana? Dare
to stick out your tongue and lick it? So tempting.
Number One wore a light blue t-shirt. Although she didn't have an exaggerated bust, the cute outfit somehow made her
look both adorable and alluring, especially with her face resembling Charlie Yeung. Ah, I couldn't resist. But last
night was too crazy, and I didn't get enough rest. Oh well, I'll definitely find you guys for a threesome in a couple of days, hehe.
Soon, Xiaoyun came downstairs, wearing a gray logo t-shirt and loose dark hot pants.
She slowly descended the stairs, her delicate appearance incredibly alluring. She went straight to me, gently pulled out a tissue
, wiped my oily lips, touched my body, and was about to pull me upstairs to shower.
"Um, I just finished breakfast. Eat your breakfast first, then we'll go upstairs to shower,"
Xiaoyun paused, then sat down to my right.
Heh, two big-breasted beauties, one with a celebrity face, both wearing t-shirts, their breasts prominently displayed. I
looked from side to side, feeling like I couldn't take it all in. And their skin was like snow, smooth as silk, especially
Xiaoyun on my right. She must eat and sleep well every day, and with my frequent "moisturizing," her skin was practically
glowing.
I thought to myself, women really do need plenty of sleep and moisture to be beautiful.
Then, hurried footsteps came from upstairs. Oman pulled Xiaoyu downstairs, shoving her
into my arms and excitedly pointing.
This was precisely the time to show my dignified side as a man. I calmly placed Xiaoyu
on the chair to my left, pointing at Oman: "What's the rush so early? Everyone's up, sit down
and eat."
Xiaoyu obediently moved back, leaving the seat to my left for Oman. Oman seemed still
excited; her firm breasts bounced with her breath. After taking a deep breath, she gracefully sat down. Of course, she didn't
forget to use her two-finger technique under the table.
Alright, everyone's here. Five beauties of various kinds, ten prominent nipples, five
rosy lips of different shapes. Wow, when can we have a group of six?
I was browsing through the photos from right to left with a lecherous look when my eyes met Xiaoyu's. They held a deep
longing in them. Seeing me look at her, a shy smile appeared on her face, and she puffed out her chest. It was maddening!
Affection, naivety, and temptation—three different expressions emanated from Xiaoyu's face and body. Her previously dull
eyes and expressionless face were now so vibrant and expressive. Excitement! Arousal! I'll go all out today. During my afternoon
nap, I'll savor the restored Xiaoyu. Yes, that's settled.
"By the way, you guys eat more! Zero and One have been preparing all morning. Eat more, I'm talking about
you, Ouman. You always eat so little. Ouch… come on, good Ouman, have another piece of bread! Haha…" I was
pinched again.
"Oh, right, Xiaoyun, cook extra food for lunch today. Xiaoyu has recovered too, let's eat
a lot to celebrate, hahaha..."
Under my supervision, the five girls ate a hearty breakfast. Since we didn't run today, I took everyone to see
Zero and One's house, as a post-lunch walk.
After lunch, Ouman told Xiaoyu to take a shower and arranged everyone's clothes for going out. Ouman really has
the talent of a fashion designer; he loves dressing people up so much. Today, he even let Xiaoyun help me shower, something that
was usually Ouman's privilege. I guess Ouman and Xiaoyu went to discuss things. Zero and One
went into the bathroom next to the kitchen hand in hand. Speechless, are girls really that obsessed with cleanliness? Whether going out or coming
home, the first thing they do is shower, and it's so slow and troublesome.
I quickly washed up and had Xiaoyun rinse me off. Standing at the bathroom door while she dried me off, I stepped out of the master
bedroom and sat on the sofa in the living room. I lit a cigarette and basked in the sunlight streaming in from the window, naked
. Xiaoyun placed a cup of green tea on the coffee table and then went upstairs.
In the warm sunlight, I felt lazy and started to doze off. I don't know how much time passed, but then I heard a door close.
The sound of people coming downstairs. I slowly opened my eyes, and my eyes lit up.
Oman was wearing a puff-sleeved short-sleeved shirt, a pink mini-skirt, and bright red high-heeled sandals. Xiaoyu was wearing
a white puff-sleeved round-neck t-shirt, khaki overalls, and blue floral canvas
shoes.
Xiaoyun was wearing a V-neck emerald green dress.
Zero and One were wearing their wedding dresses. Oman glanced at Zero, frowned, picked up scissors
, and cut off the back of Zero's wedding dress. It did look better. Good heavens, I really wanted to tear their clothes apart
!
What the hell? Are they going to a beauty pageant? They're all wearing light makeup, what the hell?
Xiaoyu came over with a stack of folded tracksuits. I put them on and jumped around a few times. Hmm, they fit perfectly
, but me in tracksuits with five beauty pageant contestants looked really weird! I couldn't help but say, "It's just
going out, why make it like a beauty pageant!"
Suddenly, two pieces of paper were thrust at me.
The one closer to the front was Ouman's note, with bold handwriting: (Don't like it? I'll make them go out naked, what
then? You big pervert!)
The one closer to the back was Xiaoyu's note, with delicate handwriting: (I spent so long choosing, don't you like it, brother? I
'm not wearing a bra!)
As soon as I could read the words, the little girl immediately snatched them back, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into her pants. Ouman,
unable to see them, poked Xiaoyu angrily, and Xiaoyu giggled.
Could it be that from now on, every time I speak, several pieces of paper will be handed to me? Multiple choice questions? 　　I
waved my hand, 　　" 　　Let 　　's 　　go 　　. 　　"
Chapter 　　10
********** 　　 ... "Don't blame the government for your bad luck! I was planning to proudly show off my five beauty pageant contestants 　　on the street. But as soon as we went downstairs, Orman pointed at the shopping cart. Damn, no wonder they were all dressed 　　so nicely—trying to slack off? I definitely need to find some help," I secretly resolved. 　　 Zero and One walked hand-in-hand in front, while Orman and Xiaoyu exchanged notes, 　　sandwiching Xiaoyun in the middle, looking like three best friends going shopping. And here I was, pushing the cart at 　　the very back—it was awful. Even though the sun was shining brightly, at least someone could hold an umbrella for me! 　　 Today we were going to One's house, which seemed to be near the train station. I kept the cart under control, trying to avoid 　　bumping into people standing there. But as we approached the train station, I was completely exhausted. The square in front of the station 　　was packed with people, like a concert hall. Traffic police and police officers were standing on the edge—was there some kind of rally? 　　 I put down the stroller and went inside. Number One, holding Number Zero's hand, led us into a small alley, 　　winding our way to a four-story building. We went up to the second floor; the wooden stairs creaked underfoot. 　　 The door was ajar, and Number One pushed it open and entered. I followed. The furniture was old, and the small two-bedroom apartment 　　felt cramped but very clean. A little boy was doing his homework at a desk in the small bedroom; 　　I flipped through a sixth-grade notebook. There were two beds in the small bedroom, separated by a large curtain. The one closer to 　　the door was probably the little boy's bed, and the one inside was Number One's. I lifted the curtain and went in. 　　On one of the small beds, the blankets were neatly folded, and the sheets were smooth. The wall above the bed was covered with photos of her and Number Zero, the two of them 　　snuggled together intimately. There was a simple, assembled wardrobe next to the bed. Number One opened the wardrobe; inside hung two 　　suits and several pieces of clothing for all seasons, a little old but very clean. There was only a pink short 　　dress wrapped in a pocket, looking very new and cute. 　　 Number One blankly pulled a large suitcase from under the bed, skillfully putting the clothes from the wardrobe into it one by one . She carefully peeled down the photos from the wall above the bed, 　　then took a large leather bag 　　from a locked drawer in the little boy's desk and carefully placed it inside. 　　 The drawer was neatly tidy; a small mooncake box contained many of Number One's odds and ends, including her ID card and 　　household registration booklet. 　　 I picked it up and looked at it: Liu Lian, April 21, 1989, valid from May 1, 2015 　　to May 1, 2025. Another illogical expiration date. Suddenly, I felt as if I had grasped something 　　, but it vanished in an instant. 　　 Oh well, I'll look at all their ID cards tonight. 　　 Looking at Number One again, I noticed she had somehow produced a thick leather bag and placed it 　　neatly inside the large suitcase. Finally, she carefully picked up the dress wrapped in a pocket, placed it on top 　　, folded it gently, and closed the suitcase lid. The whole process seemed rehearsed countless times. 　　 Ouman and Xiaoyu couldn't help at all; they could only watch as Number One, uh, Liu Lian, swiftly and 　　efficiently packed her things. 　　 Ouman and Xiaoyu exchanged glances, then looked at me, their eyes full of questions. 　　 Xiaoyu frowned, gently twisting her hair on the right side, seemingly deep in thought. 　　 Liu Lian carried the large suitcase in both hands; her petite frame seemed disproportionate to the size of the suitcase, yet 　　she walked forward with determined steps. 　　 We all left the small bedroom. Liu Lian placed the large suitcase outside the door, then went to the little boy, 　　gently hugged him, and lightly kissed his forehead. She picked up the suitcase again, laboriously but resolutely.

I walked down the stairs. My heavy footsteps creaked loudly on the wooden steps as I reached Zero. Zero
didn't hesitate for a moment, placing her hand on the suitcase. The two of them, carrying the suitcase, stood still and looked at me.
This...this...two women dressed in wedding attire, yet dragging huge suitcases at the same time. A runaway bride and bridesmaid? Does
this kind of movie even exist? Lesbian? Yuri? Oh my god!
Let's go, to Zero's house. If Zero really is a runaway bride, that's hilarious.
Two girls in wedding attire, together carrying a large suitcase,
struggled through the dense crowd. I followed behind them, watching this scene with amusement.
They reached the edge of the crowd, forcefully placing the suitcase onto the cart I had pushed, their hands clasped tightly together as they looked
at me. Damn it, weren't you going to elope? Why don't you just push the cart?
Still looking at me? What are you looking at? Push it yourselves!
Finally, I was free, putting my arm around Xiaoyun and occasionally teasing her.
Ouman and Xiaoyu walked beside me, their little hands flying across notebooks, scribbling and showing each other their notes. I
tilted my head to peek.
(What's yuri, sis?)
(Yuri is GL.)
I only glanced at it before they pushed me away. Pshaw, do they think I wanted to see?
Two women who could communicate with each other, a storm of gossip had begun. I decided to just hold onto my Xiaoyun
and ignore these two gossips.
Xiaoyun smells so good. Come on, let me see if her breasts have gotten bigger? Come on, let me touch her little butt to see if it's perkier?
Hmm, which of the two women pushing the cart with their perkier butts up ahead has a prettier butt? Uh, I know you can't answer, otherwise
who would dare ask? Hahaha.
Ouman and Xiaoyu kept scribbling away. I kept touching Xiaoyun, making her eyes
well up with tears. When I touched her a little too much, Ouman used her two-finger magic to restrain her. I walked along comfortably
. Time flies! I'd barely gotten Xiaoyun's panties a little wet when we arrived at her building. Uh, I
stopped Ouman and Xiaoyu from going upstairs.
"Zero's place is too messy, haha, let's wait downstairs."
I'd originally wanted to continue touching Xiaoyun and get her panties wet before going home. But Ouman and Xiaoyu finished their gossip
, and Ouman grabbed my arm, while Xiaoyu jumped onto my back. Uh, I felt unworthy of this kind of good fortune—she
was heavy! Xiaoyun was already leaning softly against me, and Ouman was dragging my arm, plus
Xiaoyu jumping on my back—was she trying to crush me?
I plopped down on the edge of the flowerbed, finally feeling a bit better.
(Are they lesbians?) Ouman pulled out a notebook to show me, her eyes gleaming with a blinding gossip light.
"What do you think? I'm not God, how would I know?" I joked, but as soon as I said it, the word "God
" lingered in my mind. I couldn't help but look up at the sky, where fluffy white clouds drifted across the azure expanse
.
I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted, "Hey, you up there, are you saying they're lace
?" My voice carried far, far away, echoing through the silent city.
"Look? Even God hasn't answered. I guess even God doesn't know," I shrugged, turning to Oman.
My shout had made Oman tense. Seeing my relaxed demeanor, the little girl visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
(The television station building was silent, all the screens were black. Suddenly, one computer screen lit up, followed by
all the screens, flashing a line of text: "Report: Subsidiaries 4 and 5 of the main controller have exhibited behavioral deviations that
may threaten the main controller. Activate the main controller protection program? Confirm and reject the main controller protection program. Report
: Subsidiaries 4 and 5 of the main controller are about to engage in behavior that endangers the main controller. Activate the main controller protection program? Confirm and
reject the main controller protection program. Received notification to activate the subsidiary 1-3 shielding system. Activating subsidiary 1-3 shielding
system authorization in progress. Confirm authorization. Activate subsidiary 1-3 shielding system.") "Activate Auxiliary 4 & 5 Mind Connection
Templates. Authorize and report. Activating Auxiliary 4 & 5 Mind Connection Templates is not recommended. Confirm authorization, activate Auxiliary
4 & 5 Mind Connection Templates. PS: Why do this? Are you afraid he'll be too comfortable?
Why not teach him a lesson? Activating the templates is easy to break, and it will only make him…" Suddenly,
another line of text popped up on the computer: "PS: xfes003 Please do not add useless words to the system
. Warning. xaxa001." All screens suddenly went black.
Zero and One quickly came downstairs, each carrying a large box. The boxes were decorated with large
red "double happiness" characters, and it seemed they hadn't been opened since they were closed. The two heavily placed the boxes on the cart and
started pushing it without my permission. Okay, let's go home.
Along the way, Ouman and Xiaoyu started gossiping again. As for me, I'll continue my great project of wetting Xiaoyun's underwear.
Um, I don't know why, but ever since Zero and One joined, I always feel like I have inexhaustible energy. Every time
I'm with Ouman and the others, I feel like it's not enough, and my stamina and libido are getting stronger and stronger. No wonder Ma Zicheng
was able to have 15 women in half a year; at this rate, I'll be about the same. And Ouman and the others won't get jealous,
as long as they're not too violent. Like now, I'm holding Xiaoyun in my arms, touching her up and down, but my eyes keep glancing at the women on the street
. No, I have to have Zero and One again today. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became
, and my finger involuntarily poked hard into Xiaoyun's vagina. Tears streamed down Xiaoyun's face. Ouman and Xiaoyu turned around
and looked at me. Ouman wrinkled his little nose, and Xiaoyu pouted. Hehe, I immediately pulled
my finger out of Xiaoyun's vagina, looked at the shiny semen on my finger, and licked it. I pulled Xiaoyun between Ouman and Xiaoyu. One
hand on each of a uniquely shaped, pert buttocks, giving them a hard pinch.
(What? You just bullied Xiaoyun and now you're bullying us?) Ouman wrote.
(Brother is so mean, he took Xiaoyun's outstretched hand and touched her.) Xiaoyu wrote.
"You guys are always gossiping, you don't even talk to me. I'm just concerned about Xiaoyun." She turned to look at
Xiaoyun, who was frantically wiping away her tears. She continued, "Let's have a six-person party today!"
(Take care of yourself, don't overdo it!) Ouman wrote.
(Okay, brother, Xiaoyu will keep you company today. There are so many people, it's been ages since I got a turn.) Xiaoyu finished writing, then
pouted, showed it to me, and immediately tore it off. Little girl, trying to eat all by herself? Hehe.
Suddenly, I saw a large department store on the street that was still open. Damn, let's go in and get some clothes. Most importantly,
to get some new clothes for my women. Xiaoyu's figure is getting better and better; she can barely fit into her old clothes anymore
. Xiaoyun always wears gray and dark colors; let's get some brighter colors. As for Ouman, forget it, she
knows what looks best on her, I have no objection. Oh right, and Liu Lian too, can you even call that a suitcase full of clothes
?
"Hey, stop!" I yelled at the two women in front of me, then said with a grin, "Let's go
shopping today. Let's go." So I took the lead and entered the department store.
The supermarket was nearly empty, probably because it was closing time. Only sales clerks in business attire and a few scattered
customers were present. The entrance area was entirely dedicated to cosmetics, the scent so strong it was almost pungent.
But Ouman and Xiaoyu were in heaven, pulling Xiaoyun along and spraying products all over themselves. Thankfully, the two girls were only following
me and hadn't yet shown much independent thought; otherwise, five women huddled together, passing papers back and
forth, would be a headache just thinking about it.
Passing the cosmetics section, we came to the jewelry section. Wow, this store really knows how to organize things! Everything women love. I
browsed carefully; some of the gold and silver jewelry was indeed beautiful. Seeing the sales clerk standing there dumbfounded,
I grabbed a stool and smashed it open. Ouman and the other two immediately ran over, bringing with them a wave of fragrance
.
(You scared me to death! What are you doing?) Ouman wrote.
(Brother, you scared me to death!) Xiaoyu wrote.
I chuckled, reached inside and grabbed a few pretty-looking rings, played with them for a bit, and was about to give
one to each of Ouman and the others as a gift—they were all free anyway. But when I turned around, good heavens, the three girls
were already huddled together picking out jewelry again. Soon, Xiaoyu and Xiaoyun were glittering from head to toe. I was scared of them.
Further in was the women's shoe section, nothing special. I went straight to the third floor, the women's clothing section. A dazzling array of
clothes, I imagined how alluring the women would look in them, and I couldn't resist. I quickly
called Ouman and the others up, waving my hand, "Let's go pick out some clothes! We'll take everything we find home!"
Ouman and Xiaoyu's faces lit up with excitement, the kind of excitement you get when you're on a shopping spree, and they grabbed hands and rushed
into the sea of clothes. Holy crap, this isn't what I wanted!
I called out to Xiaoyun and Zero and Number One, "Take off your clothes before you go in. Xiaoyun, I've always felt that plain
clothes don't suit you. Go pick out some sexy ones."
Before I finished speaking, the three women had already taken off their clothes. Naked, they slowly walked in.
Three bodies, like the masterpieces of a sculptor's life, were brazenly displayed before me, and I was fucking excited.
I quickly took off my clothes, my cock standing tall, and followed the three women into a
store.
While they were choosing clothes, my two large hands kept kneading their buttocks and genitals. Just as I was about to mount
them, Ouman and Xiaoyu suddenly jumped out. Damn, ruining my mood. I grabbed Ouman, reached
into her clothes, and started kneading her soft breasts. Hmph, let's have a six-person party today! Hahaha.
(You big pervert, weren't we supposed to choose clothes? You're so mean, can we do it tonight? It feels weird here
.) Oman wrote.
"Ah! Anyway, there are few people, and there are only a few of them, so we can't see anything. Come on, I'm about to explode."
I said while touching Oman's genitals.
Xiaoyu is so obedient, she squatted down immediately, her slightly cool little hand grasping my penis, and without hesitation, she
took it into her mouth, making me tremble.
Xiaoyun turned around and stood in front of me, her proud breasts standing upright, and I grabbed them.
So I held Oman's vagina with one hand, grabbed Xiaoyun's breasts with the other, and had Xiaoyu sucking my penis, feeling sexually
excited. Huh? Where are Zero and Number One? I can't even see them in the blink of an eye, never mind. I'll eat these three beauties
first.
Just as I was taking off Oman's clothes, Zero and Number One, who had disappeared for a while, suddenly appeared. The two of them were wearing close-fitting
leather clothes, standing in front of me like two female assassins. Female assassins? "Uh, why would I think that?"
Looking at the two women's blank stares, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. I pulled down Oman's
panties from under her miniskirt, placed my hands on Oman's delicate waist, and pressed my glans against it. Just as I was about to thrust in, a leather boot kicked
my butt. "Damn it, who is it?!" I turned my head and saw that Zero's raised foot hadn't even come down yet, and Number One had already
leaped into the air and kicked me in the chest again. A green light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the two women, although it was only for a brief
moment, but I saw it clearly.
"The alien has mutated!" I shouted, suddenly realizing that
Oman, who usually shielded me in case of danger, was still in the position I was penetrating. Xiaoyu was holding her breast with one hand and her
crotch with the other, and Xiaoyun was constantly dripping tears. The two of them were staring at the air behind Oman, just like when the four of them were together
, the two of them would watch me conquer Oman from behind. It looked too eerie.
Before I could think, Zero and One were already standing between the three of us,
looking ready to pounce.
Quick, I turned and ran, yelling, "Ouman, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyun, help!"
I sprinted, knocking over everything in my path to try and stop the pursuers, all the while trying to figure out
the mutations of Zero and One. Finally, I rushed out of the mall and looked back. Nobody there? Was it an illusion? But the two
shoe prints on my body were real. What to do? Ouman and the others were still upstairs, and the two mutated women were upstairs too
. Damn it.
I mustered my courage and kept telling myself, "What's there to be afraid of? They're just two lesbians. I'll grab
them and kill them. Damn it."
I looked around; the surrounding crowd was still standing there, frozen. Composing myself,
I tore a piece of shirt cloth from a nearby salesperson, carefully walked to the broken glass, found a larger piece, and wrapped it around my neck.
At the rear, wielding a makeshift glass knife, I climbed the stairs.
On the third floor, two female assassins remained vigilant, guarding Oman and his companions. I cautiously
moved closer. Their eyes followed my movements, and I couldn't help but gasp, glancing
around again. The few shop assistants around me stood motionless. Good, as long as not everyone else is awake, things will be
easier.
I moved in front of the two women. They clenched their fists and stretched them out towards me. I tentatively leaned my head in
—no movement? I leaned closer—still no movement. I could see the veins on their fists, but they
still didn't move. What the hell? I really don't understand now.
Carefully, I gently tapped one of their fists with my free left hand. Damn, thank goodness I was alert and dodged their
kicks. What the hell is going on?
I looked at the two women staring intently at me, retreating while observing them. They remained vigilant
, seemingly blocking Oman and his group behind them. Oman and his group, however, changed positions; the three women were now lying face down on
the clothes rack, Xiaoyu spreading her buttocks with one hand, as if welcoming my penetration.
I circled around a counter, intending to slowly approach Oman and his group, but soon Zero and Number One moved back
between me and Oman.
Damn, my brain raced. Suddenly, a daring idea popped into my head. I slowly
retreated, entering another store. Two saleswomen in business suits were tidying
the clothes on the racks; one was bent over, counting the lower rows of garments, her buttocks raised. The other was standing on tiptoe, stretching out to hang a
garment.
I stared intently at Zero and Number One, who were on guard not far away, and slowly placed my hand on the
buttocks of the saleswoman on tiptoe. Very slowly, when my palm touched those soft buttocks, my whole body tensed; the two women didn't
move. I touched the saleswoman's stockinged thigh, but still didn't move. I slowly slipped my hand inside her business skirt, touching
her soft, warm area. The two wary women still didn't move.
Could it be that this wouldn't arouse them? This isn't what I expected!
My fingers ravaged the woman's soft area, causing my limp penis to become erect again. I slowly took a
small step back, glancing at the saleswoman I was molesting. A ponytail, a slender neck, and
light makeup. A faint scent of perfume mixed with a faint smell of sweat wafted into my nostrils from the central air conditioning. Lust
emboldened me.
I looked at the two women, one a bottom and the other a top, dressed in tight leather outfits. The black leather accentuated their fair skin
, and the memory of their bodies pounding against me that night, the sadistic pleasure of brutally ravaging the bride and bridesmaids beside the groom
, slowly filled my chest. I don't know why they suddenly attacked me, but I wanted to test
how much they could hurt me. After all, they were the women I had awakened, and the strange behavior of Orman and the others made it even more difficult for me
to abandon them. Let's try.
I placed the glass dagger on the counter, forcefully pried off a steel pipe from a clothes hanger, picked up a pair of
trousers, and cautiously walked over. Seeing me approach, the two women remained on guard. I touched the steel pipe to
Zero's wrist. Instantly, Zero and One coordinated their attacks; One swiftly kicked out, while Zero
grabbed the steel pipe with her other hand. Even though I was prepared, the steel pipe was still snatched from my hand. I dodged One
's kick by sidestepping, and extended my left arm, wrapped around the trousers, to block the imagined attack from Zero's steel pipe. Ouch, damn it,
after Zero took the steel pipe, she used it as a fulcrum and kicked me in the thigh. The woman's leather boot slammed into my left leg
, causing me to stumble back a few steps, rubbing it frantically for a while.
After I retreated a few steps, the two women resumed their defensive stance. "Damn, perverts," I spat fiercely.
Zero threw the steel pipe at her feet, still maintaining her defensive posture with her hands. Looks like she doesn't know how to use weapons? But
their boots look just like weapons! Looking at the thick leather boots, I couldn't help but think, "At least they're not
high heels!"
Behind them, Xiaoyu was already dripping with lustful fluids, and she plopped down on the ground. "Damn it, I haven't even penetrated her yet!
What the hell is going on in this world?" I couldn't help but raise two middle fingers to the sky, "Fuck you!"
At this moment, Ouman pulled down Xiaoyun's panties, spread her two snow-white buttocks, and looked down carefully at Xiaoyun's
genitals, seemingly enjoying the slow insertion of my burning penis as usual. No, I have to find a way
.
In this silent world, Ouman, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyun are my pillars of support!
I ran to the men's clothing section on the second floor and rummaged around. I found a pair of sweatpants, a pair of jeans, and
put them on, then a denim jacket over a tracksuit. I wrapped the sweatpants around my arms, stretched, and thought, "Not
bad."
I went back upstairs, grabbed a women's dress, wet it on a nearby water dispenser
, twisted it into a long strip, stood in front of the two women, and swung it at Number One. As I expected, Number One
grabbed one end of the dress with both hands. Number Zero slid forward and kicked. I dodged to the side and pulled hard on the dress
. Number One, still clutching the dress, was pulled close and raised her leg for a deadly knee strike. This was unacceptable
; if it hit me, I'd be crippled. I twisted around, a knee striking my right leg. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I turned and stood
behind Number One, wrapping the dress around her tightly, binding her securely. I rolled over,
taking a hard kick to the buttocks from Number Zero. I clamped my legs tightly around Number One, who was trying to kick me back, and rolled,
knocking over several clothes racks. Taking advantage of Number One being pinned down, I wrapped the dress around her neck and
tied a tight knot.
I grabbed a piece of clothing from the ground and tied it around her feet. Number Zero kept kicking me throughout, thankfully
not in the head, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hold Number One.
When Number One was finally bound with three cloth locks, I blocked Number Zero's kick and rolled away from her
attack range. My sweat soaked through my inner tracksuit, and I was panting heavily. Number One continued to writhe on the ground.
Seeing that I wasn't moving for the time being, Number Zero bent down to unbutton Number One's clothes. A perfect opportunity! I lunged
forward, intending to pounce on Zero. Number One tilted his head, looking at me, and there seemed to be no exchange between them. Zero...
Suddenly, a punch swung at me as I charged at her. Ouch, I ran right into Zero's fist—ouch! I clutched my stomach and sat down
on the ground, watching helplessly as Zero was about to unbutton One's shirt.
I couldn't care less; I charged forward again, deflecting Zero's punch and lunging
forward, pinning her beneath me. To prevent a fatal knee strike, I spread her thighs
, one hand firmly pressing down on her neck, the other holding her left leg. With a forceful flip, I prepared to turn Zero
over. Damn it, just as I lifted myself up to turn Zero over, One
kicked out with her bound legs. I slipped, and Zero arched her back, trapping my head and right arm between her legs.
Zero's plump thighs became a deadly weapon, pressing down on my neck, engorged and painful.
I opened my mouth and bit down, biting down hard on Zero's thigh. "Let go, I'm going to die!" Salty blood
flowed into my mouth, filling it with a metallic taste. But the thighs around my neck tightened even more. Number One wriggled onto my waist
, pressing down hard on my lower body.
Through Number Zero's body, I stared intently at Oman and the others. Xiao Yun's legs were already soaked with vaginal fluid, and she slumped
to the ground. Oman lay on the ground, spreading her beautiful buttocks with her hands, ready to welcome my intrusion.
My strength was gradually fading, and Number Zero's blood stained my entire face. Finally, the tightly clenched legs loosened
a little, and I tilted to the right, my wet cheek instantly slipping out. Freed, I breathed heavily. "Fuck
you!" A surge of energy burst forth from my body. I twisted my body, throwing Number One off my back, and pressed my left arm against Number Zero
's wound, spreading her legs apart. I quickly found some scattered clothes and tied Number Zero up tightly, then
separated Number One from Number Zero. He grabbed a white silk shirt to wipe his face, then plopped down on the ground, breathing heavily
.
"Fuck you, damn it, fuck me!" he cursed repeatedly. In over three months, this was the first time he'd encountered
something like this. Enraged, he grabbed a steel pipe from his scattered clothes, ready to smash it down. But just
as he was about to hit it, seeing Zero struggling on the ground, seeing the blood-stained white fabric beneath her legs, he
slammed the pipe down on the ground beside her. "
Damn it!" he muttered. He slowly walked towards the others. Ouman was already lying on the ground, breathing heavily
. He picked her up, calling out loudly, but Ouman's face only showed a satisfied
smile after sex. Xiaoyu was the same, and Xiaoyun had cried her eyes out.
He sat helplessly on the ground, staring at the chaotic scene, cursing incessantly. Slowly, countless fragments of memories surfaced
in his mind, especially the story of Ma Zicheng. It seemed he was too oblivious in this silent world. This
silent world is manipulated by something unknown, countless dangers lurking behind the silence. Outside, the
survivors are still fighting for meager supplies, while I'm lost in this city. Was this attack a warning
? A coincidence? Or a slow, deliberate approach to someone as oblivious as me? This time no weapons, this time
no headshot, this time no pursuit, but what about next time? "
Fuck you!" I cursed the manipulators, staring at the white ceiling. You want me dead? Not so
easy. Come on, I'm not the same person I used to be, I'm not afraid of you. "Damn it!"
As I continued to curse, Ouman, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyun gradually fell asleep, and the two bound women stopped
struggling.
After regaining some strength, I carried Ouman and the others to the bedding area and placed them on the beds. Damn it,
I don't know if they're asleep or have stopped struggling again. "Fuck you!" I thought wildly, my anger rising again.
I walked over to Zero and One, and kicked them both. I found a bed sheet, tore it into several strips, and said, "You still want to hit me? You still
want to stop me?" I tied Number One's hands and feet together, left hand and left foot together, right hand and right foot
together. Let's see if you can still move.
I walked over to Number Zero, pulled off her leather pants, revealing a ring of bloody teeth marks on the inside of her snow-white left thigh ,
and tied her up tightly like Number One.
(Let me go, what are you doing?) Suddenly, two voices appeared in my mind, one sweet and one crisp. Oh my god.
I was startled and looked around frantically, finally fixing my gaze on the two women. Since they woke up
, I've basically encountered everything beyond comprehension and imagination, so I guess it's these two
.
(Let us go, you stinky man. Vulgar, despicable.) The two women's eyes were still dazed,
but the voice in my mind was so angry.
Looking at the two motionless women, my mind kept receiving their curses. Actually, it was just
the same old vulgar, shameless, and despicable things over and over again, nothing new. However, what interests me most is how they manage to make me
hear their voices in my mind. Let's identify the owners of those voices first!
I deliberately wore a lewd smile and walked over to Zero. I had pulled down her pants, revealing a small blue
panty covering her bulging vulva, white thighs, and dark red bloodstains. I reached out and
pinched the center of her bulging vulva. A sweet voice filled with fear and anger rang in my mind: (Pervert, what are you
doing? Don't touch me! Take your filthy hands off me! Xiao Lian, save me!!!!)
Another clear voice filled with anxiety and anger rang out simultaneously: (Bastard, scum, take your filthy
hands off me! If you touch her again, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!)
Interesting, very interesting. I forcefully dragged the two women, who were tied up like crabs, together,
staring intently at their blank faces, their curses echoing in my mind. I slapped each of them.
(You dare hit me? I won't let you get away with this, you scumbag! Let me go if you dare!)
(You, you hit me! You actually hit me!
Xiao Lian, save me! Xiao Lian, save me! You pervert, don't touch me!)
I was so angry I almost laughed. "Fuck you, I'm going to hit you. You fucking
asked for it. I woke you up, and you didn't listen to me, so you're asking for a beating. Fuck."
I turned to Zero. "Don't touch you? Haha, that's fucking hilarious. If I hadn't fucked you and
you, would you have woken up?"
(What did you say? Bastard, scumbag, you, you, you and us... I'll fight you to the death!) Number One was furious.
"Swear!"
(You and me... I don't want to, I don't want to! Let me go, I want to die, I don't want to be touched by that stinky man
!) Zero cried out pitifully.
The two chaotic cries kept stimulating my brain, it was so annoying.
"Shut the hell up." I slapped each of them again, and before they could react, I
said viciously, "If anyone fucking makes another sound, I'll fuck her right now. Don't think I won't, I'm
the one who broke your hymens, I've wanted to fuck you again for a long time. Now I have questions for you, if anyone fucking makes another
sound, I'll just go for it."
(Despicable, shameless. If you dare touch us, I'll haunt you even as a ghost. I won't let you get away with it
.) Number One cursed angrily.
(What, you... Help, help!) Zero cried out.
"Damn, looks like nobody understands me, huh?" I got up and rummaged through the counter, quickly
finding a pair of scissors in the drawer. I walked over to Number One, ignoring the curses and cries of the two women, and
cut off Number One's leather pants along with her underwear, then cut off Number Zero's underwear. Two snow-white, distinctive genitals,
bound hand and foot, were brazenly displayed before me. I reached out and covered the two soft, warm bodies with my hands. Looking at them, I said, "I
'll say it again, I have questions to ask now. Whoever makes another sound, I'll fuck them." I pressed my fingers against the entrances of their vaginas;
it seemed that only real action would work. With a slight movement of my fingers, the two noises disappeared.
My mind was finally clear. The sound appeared directly in my brain, and the feeling of not being able to ignore it was quite unpleasant.
If someone is just making noise in your ear, you can think of other things to block out the sound from your brain
.
But when the sound appears directly in your brain, impossible to block out, the feeling of only being able to hear it is truly unbearable. I couldn't
help but exhale, allowing my brain to recover and organize my thoughts.
"Tell me, how could you transmit information directly into my mind?" I shouted.
(Hmph!) Number One seemed to hate me intensely, displaying a non-violent, uncooperative attitude.
(I don't know.) Number Zero's terrified, timid voice echoed in my mind, like a frightened rabbit.
"Heh, quite unique." I pressed harder on the finger at Number Zero's vaginal opening, the fingertip probing into her vagina
.
(Get your filthy hands off me, you bastard.) Number One cursed angrily.
(No, please, no!) Number Zero pleaded repeatedly.
Strange, because both women had blank stares and expressionless faces, it was honestly difficult to judge them based on their voices alone.
Number One's disdainful snort had enraged me, and I was about to insert my finger into Number One's vagina, but I moved the wrong finger.
But my movement was subtle; neither of them should have seen it, and even if they did, the other shouldn't have been able to tell the difference. So
why did they both react at the same time? Their previous tacit cooperation could be attributed to their lives before their mental blankness. But now,
the two of them are lying side by side, unable to see what's beneath them, so why are they both reacting at the same time?
"Let's change the subject, are you two gay?" I asked curiously.
(What's it to you, you filthy man, disgusting and despicable. Xiao Juan, don't cry, just consider us unlucky to have been
defiled by this bastard.) Number One reacted angrily.
(Waaaaah, I don't like men, is that wrong? Take your hands off me, I can't take it anymore.)
Number Zero cried bitterly.
"Bastard? Heh heh, no one has ever cursed me like that before, looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson
." I was enraged by Number One's angry rebuke, stood up and took off my clothes, my penis already
hard from being teased by the black-clad, white-legged, tender vagina. This time there was no mistake, I climbed on top of Number One and pressed my penis against her vaginal opening
, spitting and wiping the glans.
(Bastard, scum, I'll never let you go, take your rotten thing away.) Number One's voice finally
showed a hint of despair.
Hehe, I'm not a real man if I don't give you a pounding orgasm today. With a thrust of my hips, my penis
plunged into Number One's slightly dry vagina.
(Ah…) (Mmm…) Number One's screams echoed in my mind, along with Number Zero's slightly ecstatic
moans. Damn, they really do seem to have a connection.
My penis was completely inside Number One's body, her curses and Number Zero's cries echoing in my mind. I
stopped moving, feeling Number One's tight vagina gripping my penis, and reached out to tease her clitoris
. If Number One got wet and Number Zero got wet too, that would be interesting.
I unzipped Number One's leather jacket, pushing her bra up over her breasts,
revealing two flattened nipples on her round breasts. I turned and did the same to Number Zero. I lowered my head and took one of Number One's nipples into my mouth, my tongue teasing
it. My brain was filled with the curses and groans of Number One and Number Zero. Soon, Number One's nipples
stood erect under my licking. Looking to the side, I saw that Number Zero's nipples were also erect.
Lubricating fluid began to secrete from Number One's vagina, and I began to slowly thrust my penis in and out. Uh, it seems choosing Number One as my target
was a mistake. I'd forgotten about her layers upon layers of soft flesh. No, I had to do something.
"Fuck, I'll fuck you to death. Didn't you say you'd haunt me even as a ghost? And you, didn't you say you didn't like men
? Now I'm thrusting into your cunt, what are you going to do about it? You, you don't like men, yet you got married. You don't like
men, yet you show half your breasts to people, and you even rub your big breasts against the groom's back. Stop pretending to be virtuous with me.
Fuck!" I kept retorting to their angry curses.
(Who exactly are you? Why are we here? Do you know Xiaojuan's husband? Did he send
you to get revenge on us?) Number One stopped his tirade and asked coldly.
(I didn't, I didn't! I was about to leave with Xiaolian, but my family forced me to marry someone. Xiaolian, you have to
believe me! I didn't expose myself there, I didn't rub against Ouyang, I didn't!) Number Zero cried as she tried to explain.
"Heh, interesting. What day do you think it is? Don't you think your body is reacting a little strangely
?" Talking to her definitely lessened the stimulation from Number One's beautiful pussy. It seems I can continue. Today
I'm going to make you have multiple orgasms, haha.
"Don't talk, or I'll shove it into your cunt." I turned my head and scolded Zero, damn it,
so annoying.
(Reaction? My reaction isn't my inner reaction, what's there to be proud of? Scumbag! Pah.)
One clearly misunderstood.
(You didn't rape me? Then how could I... Who are you raping? Xiao Lian? You're a big bastard.)
Zero cursed in surprise.
I was attracted by the layers of soft vaginal flesh of One, gritted my teeth and fucked her hard dozens of times, and said again
: "What number do you think it is today? Can you make your face show anger? Do you know that your eyes
are no different from a puppet's?"
My vigorous fucking made both women let out a soul-stirring moan, a kind of suppressed but unbearable
moan.
(Today? Today should be... isn't today the day Xiaojuan and I agreed to leave together? Isn't today
the day Xiaojuan and Ouyang are supposed to fake their wedding? Xiaojuan... I, how... how can I not do this?)
Number One said in surprise.
I ignored Number Zero's painful curses and chuckled, "Feeling a little confused?
Feeling like you spoke without even opening your mouth? Damn, you're so wet."
Feeling the lustful fluid gushing from the flesh beneath me, I paused my conversation with them and increased
the frequency of my penis thrusting. Number One continued to ask questions, while Number Zero could no longer speak and began to groan loudly.
(This feels so strange, no, no, I'm coming, get out of here, I'm coming.)
Hearing Number Zero's groans, I thrust even more violently. Number One's hands and feet were bound, her buttocks
were raised high, and I thrust violently, each time hitting the soft flesh deep inside her vagina.
(Don't hit there! No! I'm coming! Xiao Lian, I'm coming! Hitting there feels so weird!
Xiao Lian, I love you!) Zero's shouts were accompanied by irregular trembling.
Number One beneath me stopped asking questions and began to tremble involuntarily.
I thrust even harder, pulling my glans out of the vaginal opening each time and then fully
inserting my penis each time. Finally, a gush of hot fluid sprayed onto my glans, and the two women's tense bodies relaxed instantly, 　　convulsing
nervously . 　　 I pressed my lower body tightly against Number One's vulva, feeling the tight grip of her layered vagina 　　, and shot my semen in forcefully. It felt so good! I breathed heavily, but the series of events had left 　　me somewhat exhausted. 　　 "Li Xiaojuan, is that Xiaojuan? It's been three months since Li Xiaojuan's wedding..." 　　After regaining some strength, I slowly recounted the events of the past three months. 　　 (I don't believe it.) 　　 (Impossible.) 　　 "Believe it or not, it's up to you. I just want to know why you attacked me before? Why can you 　　sense each other?" I asked, sitting down next to them and taking a big gulp of water. 　　 (Because you're scum.) Number One replied viciously. 　　 (You're bullying women, we have to stop you.) Number Zero answered weakly. 　　 "Damn it, they're my women, okay? What do you mean by bullying them? Besides, 　　why didn't you stop me when I touched the saleswoman?" 　　 (Bastard, scum.) Number One started cursing again. This is a headache! 　　 (I don't know, but if you bully those three, I'll stop you.) Number Zero is a little more normal now 　　. 　　 "Go to hell, those three did it willingly, okay? Would you stop your husband from having sex with his wife 　　?" 　　 (Trash, bastard.) Number One's cursing is giving me a headache. 　　 (This... how do you know they did it willingly?) Number Zero seems to have regained some of her intelligence. 　　 "Shut up! Do you want me to fuck your Xiao Juan again before you'll learn to shut up?" I 　　yelled viciously at Number One. 　　 Sure enough, she shut up, and the world was quiet again. I really didn't know how to answer Number Zero's question. Yes, how could I 　　know they were doing it willingly? Although I woke them up, and they were deeply dependent on me, 　　did they truly want to follow me? 　　 I really didn't know 　　 !

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