The Silent World (Episode 9)

Episode 9
I'm a shut-in, afraid of the complexities of the outside world, so I stay home, immersed in the online world.
One day, I suddenly woke up to find the online world had stopped. I stepped out of my room. The outside world had stopped too, for no
reason, for no reason what the future held. I woke up three women in succession and met a
pockmarked woman like myself, but I still couldn't find my way, not even
knowing why I had become one of the active beings in this silent world. I only knew that I truly existed in this silent world.
Back home, Oman released her grip on my hand and used her authority as the boss to drive everyone out.
She took me to her dreamlike 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 arms, my mind filled with the fear from before. When I first woke up, countless times
when I wanted to do something, I wondered if people would suddenly wake up and grab me? From stealing things from small shops,
from vandalizing commercial streets, from looting money, I gradually broke through, until finally, the fear of people suddenly waking up
sank to the lowest point in the sea of sex. My life with Ouman, Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyun almost made me
forget that worry. I recklessly enjoyed things in the city that I shouldn't have been enjoying.
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 was like a child playing freely in an amusement park, but I forgot that you have to buy a ticket to enter. Today, the bride
and bridesmaids' unusually rapid awakening forced out my long-dormant fear again. I looked at
Ouman, who was silently watching me; she was so gentle and considerate, but would she one day suddenly wake up,
tearing me apart with anger like in a dream? Lying in Ouman's warm embrace, my heart grew colder and colder, my eyelids
grew heavier and 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
and take me for a run, and after dinner we would go for walks in different places. She slept with me every night, and on Wednesdays she would invite Xiaoyu along
, and on Fridays she would invite both Xiaoyu and Xiaoyun. When we were alone together, she was so gentle and sexy, constantly arousing
my sexual nerves and helping me recover through intense sexual encounters.
Actually, I recovered by the third day. That evening, Ouman suggested we go to the monument to see the scenery. When we passed by the hospital,
Xiaoyun went in; it turned out she was going to see her father. Looking at the old man in the hospital bed covered in IV drips, Wang Yun, for the first
time, didn't shed a tear but instead showed a cold and aloof expression. She gently fetched water and wiped the old man's body. The old man
lay blankly in bed, the monitoring equipment beside him was black. I tried to turn it on, but for some reason I couldn't
. I carefully observed Wang Yun's father. The old man's mouth was open, and there was a suction tube in his throat,
but he was breathing steadily. It seems this silent world at least allows Wang Yun's father to continue living,
instead of being confined to the intensive care unit at any moment, and Wang Yun can at least visit her father from time to time instead of
grieving in the cemetery.
While Ou Man and the others were helping Wang Yun, I went down to the seventh floor. I don't know why, I just wanted to see
. In the corridor on the seventh floor, seven naked female bodies lay stacked, covered in crimson bruises. It seemed that
before they woke up, the marks on their bodies remained unchanged. I squatted down, looking at the hairless
nurse, her entire body covered in handprints and scratches. Overwhelmed with guilt, looking at the naked nurse's
bruised body, I couldn't help but slap myself hard. Damn it, you're really not human!
You don't respect others; even if the crowd wakes up, you deserve to be beaten to death. Responsibility and obligation—since you
enjoyed what you shouldn't have, be prepared to accept punishment at any time. From today onward, from this moment on,
I will treat everyone I awaken with respect. Before I'm beaten to death, at least I can say I haven't wronged you.
Oman ran downstairs, saw 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, my heart hardening with determination. Oman
dragged me towards the stairs. Every time I tried to look back, to let the horrific scene imprint itself in my mind, Oman
shook her head and dragged me away.
That night, Oman called Xiaoyu, and the two of them helped me bathe, followed by their intimate services.
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 beautiful buttocks and a different type of beautiful vagina. I was captivated, I was obsessed. I looked forward to the fourth
or fifth person on the seventh day. It's a pity that Orman didn't seem to have any intention of letting the two newcomers join in. It seems my fear
reaction that day made Orman somewhat resistant to them. Every blissful day was followed by
a day of abstinence, as Orman insisted. In Orman's words, "I want it every day, or you big pervert will die."
After the second "Three Beauties Serving Day," I started to carefully observe Zero and Number One—uh, I don't know their names
. The bride has big breasts, so let's call her Zero; the bridesmaid is my type, so let's call her Number One. I'll look up their
names when I have time. Speaking of which, the bride's true appearance really makes me want to beat up the makeup artist. Did the makeup
artist have a grudge against her? An oval face, bangs that reach her eyebrows, wine-red hair flowing down her back, big eyes, a small,
slightly pursed, rosy mouth, wearing a black short skirt—clearly the image of an energetic, mature woman
. Thinking back to that day after makeup, she looked like a timid wife; what a waste of such an alluring figure. Um, that black
mini-skirt looks familiar... Holy crap, that's clearly Xiaoyun's dress! She's wearing it and it looks like she
's got a huge bust. How big must her assets be? 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. The bridesmaids are even less noteworthy. Except for their sparse eyebrows,
they're practically a young version of Charlie Yeung. Although they don't have the exaggerated bust size of a size zero, their delicate and fragile appearance is simply
heartbreaking. Wearing an Ouman dress, they manage to make it look ethereal.
But beneath their beautiful exteriors 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 further, it wasn't impossible
. In this silent world, countless people are dazed, and you can wake them up by having sex and ejaculating inside them.
There's also the possibility of absorbing the energy of those you wake to strengthen your own body. Should I cut myself
deeper? Maybe I should wait and see.
Then there's their level of autonomy. I remember when I first came back… To cheer me up, Oman
wrote in bed one night ("Did these two really just wake up? Why did they both go to take a shower as soon as they got home? I didn't even
have time to arrange anything."). Seeing Oman's displeased expression, I, who didn't want to talk at the time, 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 me having to tell them what to do?"). Seeing Oman's pouting lips,
I wrote again ("Even if they can fly, you're still the eldest sister, aren't you?") .
Thinking about it now, it's really strange. Whether it's Oman, Xiaoyu, or Xiaoyun , I
always had to tell them what to do before they started doing anything. They only started doing things on their own after staying at home for a few days. Are they different species?
I laughed at the thought. Sigh, Oman came over, used her two-finger technique to interrupt my laughter, walked up to me
, glared at me, and then sat down opposite the two women. The two women sat hand in hand on the living room sofa, blankly
, their backs straight, displaying their impressive assets. Oman sat on a small soft stool opposite me,
legs crossed, her long, smooth legs gleaming softly in the sunlight—so alluring. Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu each had their
arms around my arm, standing beside me. Xiaoyu, in particular, looked like she was watching a good show, so I casually
pinched her bottom. Damn, no reaction! Was Xiaoyu already prepared for me to grope her at any moment?
How boring. Xiaoyun was much better; her large breasts occasionally massaged my arm. I glanced at her—
such a deep cleavage. I was getting excited.
Looking back at the living room, the air seemed to be filled with the glint of swords. Oman was a lone female warrior, but her skills
were profound, possessing the aura of a master, and she had the home-field advantage. The two women were a perfect duo, each with their own strengths, and although they were playing away
, their momentum was in no way weak. Suddenly, Oman moved. She tossed her flowing hair, bent over,
displaying her ample bosom, and held a golden sword—no, a golden pen—in her delicate hand,
writing a challenge on the pristine white paper. She challenged them to 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 ("You're quite the talker, aren't you?
Believe me, your activities are suspended for seven days. Xiaoyu will take you upstairs, and Wang Yun will cook.").
Oh, she was talking about me! Quick, get out of here! I grabbed Xiaoyu and headed upstairs. Just as I was about to tell Xiaoyun to cook
, a miracle happened—witness this miracle, folks! Without me even asking, Xiaoyun saw Oman's note
and turned to go into the kitchen. What's going on? I turned back to look at Oman, only to see she had been staring at the two women all along.
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 scientific
. 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 several times already. Besides clinging to me,
helping me bathe, and obeying me, can't you do anything else? But it's kind of fun, hehe, people are just like that.
Isn't Xiaoyu good enough like this? She can't do the two-finger kung fu, she can't talk back, and she can't threaten. Thinking of threats
, she actually dared to threaten me not to sleep with her for 7 days. Humph, today we'll have a foursome.
After dinner, I went to the second-floor balcony. Xiaoyu made me a cup of tea, and Ouman sat quietly beside me
. I watched the crimson sun slowly sink below the mountains. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed me, a cup of hot
tea sat beside the wicker chair, and three beautiful girls surrounded me. Ouman and Xiaoyun each held one of my hands, Xiaoyu leaned on my shoulder,
her short hair occasionally brushing against my neck in the breeze. A sweet scent filled 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 sweet moment, my curiosity got the better of me, and I said, somewhat spoiling the atmosphere.
(Well, I actually found out a couple of days ago.) Ouman wrote in her notebook.
"Oh?" The atmosphere was so comfortable that I didn't move, just casually said, "How did you find out?
How come I didn't know?" (You were still at Wang Yun's house then. Xiao Yu kept dragging me there, so I wrote something
for her to see, and she became obedient. Later, I wrote things for her to do, and she did them all.
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.) Ou Man 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 Ou Man onto my lap, and Xiao Yu immediately sat down when Ou Man's seat was empty. I
hugged Ou Man, and we leaned close together, watching the fading sunset. "If you can't understand it, then forget it. Don't
force yourself. The current situation is beyond our ability to understand. Let's find a few more people. Then, once they've all 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." Ou Man 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, once I had the ability to express myself, I became like this. Sometimes...)
"It's 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, Wang Yun hasn't had a chance to be alone with you. Go keep her company today.
" "Um, I really like 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'd probably just be strangers. Before, every
time I finished staying up all night and had breakfast, I would see you running, and I would think, 'If only I could meet you.' Now,
the world has become like this, it's probably because of my daily prayers." Before she finished speaking, Ouman kissed me. We
held each other tightly until the last rays of sunlight disappeared into the night sky, the night breeze was cool, and our hearts were as bright as the sun.
Xiao Yun, who loves cleanliness, went back to the master bedroom to take a shower early in the morning. Xiao Yu pulled me to show her her PS3 again, and 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 the others. Just as I was about to go check on them, 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)" and, regardless of Xiaoyu's wishes, grabbed her 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 only say
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 and
closed the door. She walked over with a smile, using her two-finger kung fu—wow! (Don't think I don't know. The day before yesterday at noon,
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
going 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 when anyone else is with you. It's like that feeling of unease I had when I saw you at the hospital that day. I
've felt it with Xiaoyu too, and 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. 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 be dragging you out of the shower again.)
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, and a thick photo album on her lap. I jumped onto the bed, mimicking
Xiaoyun's posture, 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 spaghetti strap nightgown was stretched open by her large breasts, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra,
a deep cleavage, and the two nipples pressed against the nightgown—it was incredibly alluring.
I casually flipped through it; it turned out to be photos of Xiaoyun when she was little. One photo of her in junior high school
caught my eye. Xiaoyun, wearing a sky-blue dress, leaned against the classroom door, her chest full and bulging.
Surprisingly, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples stubbornly made two distinct marks under the dress. She was already a
busty beauty in junior high. Xiaoyun leaned to the side, peering 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 it slipped off my knee, a corner hitting my erect penis
.
Ouch! Xiaoyun immediately leaned over to look at where I'd been hit, her entire body pressed against my face. 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 parted my underwear and
grasped my penis. She stretched out, 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, 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 suck
my penis." My hand didn't stop, continuing to slide down, caressing her soft labia.
She first held my penis and rubbed it 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. Xiaoyun, who was playing with my penis,
arched her back involuntarily the moment my middle finger entered. My finger was
enveloped by a ring of soft, wet, tender flesh. I continued to penetrate deeper, and Xiaoyun couldn't help but kiss me
. Looking at Xiaoyun, whose eyes were closed, with two lines of clear tears on her face, yet who was actively seeking a kiss, I grabbed her and kissed her fiercely. Xiaoyun's lower body was already wet, and the constantly
flowing vaginal fluid soaked my palm. She passionately got up and straddled me, pulled down her panties, and excitedly
rubbed 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 standing erect, so clearly demanding of me...
How could I disobey? I abruptly pulled up her nightgown, and her two large, firm breasts sprang out, their nipples erect and
rosy. I took one into my mouth, while my hand, wet with her juices, played with the other,
the scent of her breasts filling my nostrils. We both reached the height of passion. Xiaoyun held my head, pressing her body against mine, my entire face
pressed deeply into her fragrant breasts. She lifted her hips, one small hand grasping my erect penis,
sliding it between her thighs a couple of times until the head rested at the entrance of her vagina. 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 move up and down on me, and I tightly embraced her slender waist, 　　lifting and pressing down forcefully
with her movements . Her juices soaked my scrotum, and my face was streaked with tears.
After
a few moments of fluttering, she paused, rested briefly, then clung tightly to me again, her hips
moving back and forth on my lap. 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, then smoothly inserted it into her
tender embrace, beginning to thrust vigorously. Xiaoyun cooperated, gripping her legs wide with both hands, her thighs spread wide
. I could clearly see my dark red penis moving in and out of her white labia, at the entrance of her bright red vagina
. Tears streamed down Xiaoyun's face, and her breasts bounced faster and faster with each thrust. Suddenly, Xiaoyun released
her legs, clamping them around my waist, grabbing the sheet beside her head and twisting it violently, while simultaneously
wiping away her tears with the other. Her legs tightened around my waist, and I knew she was close to climax.
I increased the frequency and force of my thrusts, each impact penetrating to the deepest point, striking
that softest spot. 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 violently. Xiaoyun, clinging tightly to me, began
to tremble erratically, but I remained unmoved, continuing to thrust forcefully. A surge of heat hit my glans, and Xiaoyun
collapsed onto the bed, trembling beneath me, as if all her strength had left her. I
continued thrusting like a madman, showing no mercy, my penis 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.
I don't know how long we'd been playing, but Xiaoyun pulled me tightly into her arms again, her hands gripping me tightly,
her whole body trembling. Another surge of heat poured onto my penis. Again and again, each time
shorter than the last, each time stronger. I didn't even dare think about whether she'd 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 desire, and streams of hot semen shot inside her.
I finally collapsed weakly onto Xiaoyun's large breasts, panting heavily. Looking at the dazed Xiaoyun, I smiled contentedly
. Suddenly, my gaze caught sight of the bedroom door opening, and Xiaoyu's face appearing in the doorway. I fell into a deep sleep.
(In the silent TV station building, the 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 number 1 matching, failed.")
Soul Seed #2 matching failed; ...; Soul Seed #10 matching succeeded. Please confirm the personality seed
matching procedure... Confirm personality seed matching procedure, matching begins; Personality Seed #1 matching failed;
Personality Seed #2 matching failed; ...; Personality Seed #4 matching succeeded. Personality Seed #4: Doubtful
type. Do you agree to input... Confirm input. Continuing to observe...)
I had only slept for a while when I was awakened by the chaotic sounds outside the door. I forced my eyes open and saw the door wide open. Oman was
anxiously calling for Xiaoyu, who had fainted at the doorway. I immediately woke up, jumped out of bed, and my legs went
weak. I collapsed next to Xiaoyu. Oman became even more anxious, tears welling in his eyes, and rushed over. I waved
away Oman'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 Oman lifted her legs. The two of them carried Xiaoyu into Oman's room.
"What happened to her?" "I asked anxiously.
Ouman 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 a while and didn't see her come back. When I opened my eyes, there was no one in the bathroom, so I went out 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 about
what Ouman said before she fell asleep, could it be that she can communicate with me after she wakes up? Seeing Ouman 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? Maybe this is a good thing." Hearing my words, Ouman calmed down a bit. Seeing
the bloodshot eyes in her red eyes, I felt sorry for her and said, "Good girl, Ouman, you go to sleep first. I'll watch over her.
Your eyes are all swollen. You should get some sleep, or you'll look terrible when you wake up tomorrow morning. " "Ouman wiped
his eyes, then smiled through his tears and wrote (You're so mean, I'm so sad. You should go to sleep,
I'll watch over her, I can't sleep until Xiaoyu wakes up.)
I thought about it, I was really too tired, and guessed that Xiaoyu's situation was probably similar to Ouman's. Since Ouman
insisted, I'll go to sleep. I'll be able to see the communicative Xiaoyu tomorrow morning, I'm looking forward to it. I rolled onto
the bed, grabbed the unconscious Xiaoyu, held her in my arms, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, I felt an itch on my chest, as if someone was drawing something on my chest. I opened
my eyes and saw Xiaoyu's bright eyes staring at me. Suddenly her face turned red, and she immediately closed her eyes. Her slender white fingers were touching
my chest, pretending to be asleep. I pinched Xiaoyu's breast hard with my Lushan claws. Just as I was about to speak,
Xiaoyu put her index finger to her lips and 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 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 worried about waking Ouman. Don't worry, don't worry. Downstairs, I saw Zero
and One quietly setting out breakfast. Ah, I'm getting old. I was thinking of asking Ouman what she and the others
were doing downstairs last night, but I completely forgot. I went over and sat down at the head of the table. It looked nice; there was
milk, bread, and fruit. Number One brought me a bowl of noodles when I sat down. Then the two of them sat side by side
across the table. Wow, their chemistry was amazing! If it weren't for their vastly different appearances and demeanors, you'd really think
they were twins.
Number Zero was wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt today—you could tell at a glance it was Xiao Yun's. Number One was wearing an Ouman
short-sleeved light blue logo t-shirt. Just those two t-shirts perfectly accentuated their individual styles
. Number Zero, I really wanted to call her Number Eight. Those two firm mounds stretched Xiao Yun's shirt tightly. Just
thinking about those two huge breasts, even bigger than Xiao Yun's, constantly deforming in my hands made me hard. My
slightly resolute lips opened and closed as I ate a banana. Damn, why eat a banana? Dare
to stick out your tongue and lick it? It's too tempting. Number One, wearing a light blue t-shirt, didn't have an exaggerated bust,
but 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 down, wearing a gray logo t-shirt and loose dark hot pants.
She slowly walked down the stairs, her delicate appearance making my heart flutter. She went straight to my side, 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. You eat your breakfast first, then we'll go upstairs to shower, okay?" Xiaoyun paused, then sat down to
my right.
Hehe, two big-breasted girls, one with a celebrity face, both wearing t-shirts, their breasts sticking out. I
looked from one side to the other, feeling like I couldn't take it all in. Moreover, their skin was as white as snow and as smooth as silk. Especially
Xiaoyun, sitting on the right, who ate and slept well every day, and received my care frequently; her skin was practically
glowing.
I couldn't help but think to myself, women really do need plenty of sleep and care to be beautiful. A series of hurried footsteps came from upstairs
. Ouman pulled Xiaoyu down the stairs, shoving her into my arms and pointing excitedly.
This was the perfect time to show my dignified side as a man. I calmly placed Xiaoyu
on the chair to my left and pointed at Ouman: "What's the rush so early in the morning? Everyone's up, sit down
and eat.
" Xiaoyu obediently moved back, leaving the seat to Ouman's left. Ouman 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 all shapes and sizes, ten prominent little nipples, five
rosy little mouths of varying shapes. Wow, when can we have a group of six? I was leering as I scanned them from right to left, and
my eyes met Xiaoyu's. It was a look of deep longing. When she saw me looking at her, a shy
smile appeared on her face, and she puffed out her chest. It's deadly! Affection, naivety, and temptation. Three different expressions
were reflected on Xiaoyu's face and body. Her once dull eyes and expressionless face were now so colorful. Excitement
! Sexual excitement! I'll go all out today. I'll savor the restored Xiaoyu during my afternoon nap. Yes,
that's settled. "By the way, eat more, Zero and One have been preparing all morning. Eat more, I'm talking to
you, Ouman. You always eat so little. Hiss." Come on, Ouman, have another piece of bread! "Haha, I got pinched again
." Oh, right, Xiaoyun, cook extra food for lunch today. Xiaoyu has recovered too,
let's eat a lot to celebrate, wahahahahaha! Under my supervision, all 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-meal stroll. After breakfast, Oman
told Xiaoyu to take a shower and arranged everyone's clothes for the day. Oman really has the talent of a fashion designer;
he loves dressing people up so much. Today, he even had Xiaoyun help me with my shower, something that was usually Oman's privilege
. I guess Oman 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 leaving or returning home, the first thing they do
is shower, and it's so slow and troublesome.
I quickly washed myself and had Xiaoyun rinse me off. Standing at the bathroom door while Xiaoyun dried me off, I stepped out of the master
bedroom, sat on the sofa in the living room, lit a cigarette, and basked in the sunlight streaming in from the window, naked
. Yun 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 the sound of a door closing and someone going downstairs. I slowly opened my eyes, and
my eyes lit up.
Ouman 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. Ouman looked
at Zero, frowned, picked up scissors, and cut off the back of Zero's wedding dress. It definitely looked better. Good heavens,
I really wanted to tear their clothes apart! What the hell? Were they going to a beauty pageant? They even wore some
light makeup, what the hell?
Xiaoyu came over with a stack of folded sportswear. I put it on, jumped around a few times, and hmm, it fit perfectly.
But I was dressed in sportswear, leading five beauty pageant contestants. It looked really strange! I couldn't help but say, "It's just going out
, does it have to be like a beauty pageant?" Suddenly, two pieces of paper were handed to me. The one closer to the front was Ouman's note,
with bold handwriting (Don't like it? How about I make them go out naked? You big pervert!).
The one closer to the back was Xiaoyu's note, with delicate handwriting (I've been choosing for so long, 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, not seeing 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 and said, "Let's go.
"

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