Desire Dream Butterfly

"Zhuang Zhou, this is my mom." Meng Die hung up the phone and said to Zhuang Zhou with an embarrassed look, "Something came up at home and she wants me to go back now."
"Huh?" Zhuang Zhou was a little surprised. It was his birthday today, and his future mother-in-law knew. "Is it something important? Do you want me to go back with you?"
"No need, Xiao Wen can come with me. By the way, give me the keys. My bag is still with you. I'll have Xiao Wen bring it to you later." As she spoke, Meng Die gave an apologetic smile to Zhuang Zhou's classmates and friends sitting around the table.
Taking the keys, Meng Die quickly gave Zhuang Zhou a light kiss on the lips and whispered, "Happy birthday."
Then she left with a blush.
Touching his lips, Zhuang Zhou, looking like he was savoring the moment, attracted the attention of several single men at the table. Someone started asking loudly, "How about it? Zhuang Zhou, you're already engaged, shouldn't you get your future sister-in-law ready?"
A burst of laughter followed.
Zhuang Zhou scratched his head, his face flushed, "Get lost, we're getting married in three months, what's the rush?"
"By the way, is it that you're not good enough? Don't hold back our school beauty, there are still plenty of guys here who haven't given up." "
Whether I'm good or not isn't up to you, you have to ask your sister-in-law. Right?"
"This guy is just lucky. Unlike me, I've only ever had such good things happen in my dreams."
Zhuang Zhou didn't argue with them, happily continuing to drink his wine. Looking back on his twenty-five years of life, it had truly been incredibly smooth. Born into a well-off family, with harmonious parents, Zhuang Zhou had never experienced any family misfortune. He went to a prestigious university, and despite his average looks, he managed to win over the school beauty from the neighboring university, who was two years younger than him, with patience and perseverance. No wonder everyone present today felt a shared sense of dissatisfaction when they saw Meng Die, a beauty known for her shyness and gentleness, offer her lips in public.
They were good friends after all, and once the resentment dissipated, they were back to drinking like brothers. By the time Xiaowen returned and gave the keys to Zhuang Zhou, all the guys except Zhuang Zhou, who never seemed to get drunk, were completely intoxicated.
When it was time to go home, Zhuang Zhou, who wasn't drunk, took a taxi. Those with girlfriends were lucky; someone would pick them up. The sight of those three or four single men supporting each other as they hailed taxis was truly pathetic.
He rolled down the car window, a cool breeze brushing his forehead. Recalling his fiancée's beautiful figure, and remembering the teasing words he'd just heard—words spoken unintentionally but heard with intent—it felt like alcohol was gathering in his groin, a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. If he hadn't promised Meng Die he'd wait until after the wedding, he would have already gotten his wish during their last trip to the beach.
He chuckled, patting his slightly hardened penis. What was the rush? It was only three months; it would pass quickly. What did it matter if he remained a virgin for another three months?
But Xiaowen was really something. He was so looking forward to Mengdie's birthday present, and this silly girl lost it. Mengdie couldn't say anything to him, and what was even more infuriating was that this woman actually gave him a box of condoms, saying it was part of his wedding gift three months later. He'd definitely kick this girl out of the church then. Touching
the box in his pocket, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but sigh. Another three months until he could use it. Why hadn't he thought of this frustrating situation when it came to his engagement?
This incident clearly taught Zhuang Zhou's male friends a lesson: if you don't have the shamelessness to deny things, don't promise what you can't deliver; no one will sympathize with you.
He opened the door; the room was pitch black, but in a little while, he believed that warm light would be waiting for him inside. Zhuang Zhou turned on the light and then looked around his house with a smug look. If someone was waiting for him in the bedroom right now, that would be wonderful.
He sighed, pushed open the bedroom door, turned on the light, and prepared to take off his clothes.
"You're back." A soft voice, tinged with shyness, echoed in the bedroom. Zhuang Zhou looked in the direction of the voice, staring in disbelief at the alluring figure on the double bed—Meng Die.
Meng Die wore a slightly conservative white nightgown, which was his nightgown and didn't quite cover her beautiful chest. She leaned against the headboard, a pretty bow tied with a ribbon used for wrapping gifts on her long, slender neck. Her bright eyes dared not meet Zhuang Zhou's burning gaze, glancing sideways at her bent legs. Her charming face was flushed, and she stammered, as if using all her courage, "This...this is a birthday present for you. Do you...do you like it?" Her Adam's apple
bobbed, and Zhuang Zhou felt a dryness in his throat. It must have been Xiao Wen's idea; otherwise, Meng Die wouldn't have made such a bold move. But it wasn't something a man would do, given his own good judgment.
He walked over and stroked Meng Die's burning cheeks, asking incredulously, "Is this real?"
Meng Die tilted her head coquettishly, "I'm right here, how could it be fake?" Her face flushed even more.
Zhuang Zhou excitedly pulled Meng Die into a tight embrace, passionately kissing her earlobe, cheek, and then her luscious red lips. "I love it, this is the best birthday present I've ever received."
"You're so annoying." Meng Die buried her head deep in his chest, not daring to let him see her blushing face, her voice barely a whisper, a complaint that sounded both real and unreal, "It's all Xiao Wen's fault, encouraging me to do this..."
Holding her, he slowly lay down, barely daring to breathe, carefully moving along Meng Die's beautiful back curves towards her sacred breasts. When his hands cupped those full, rounded mounds, he felt a profound gratitude towards Xiao Wen from the bottom of his heart. Beneath her pajamas, her beautiful body trembled slightly with nervousness, her firm breasts conveying this tension to Zhuang Zhou's hands. He gently caressed her, suppressing his own nervousness, and whispered reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, Meng Die, I... I won't let you down."
Meng Die lowered her hands, which instinctively tried to cover her chest, and lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhuang Zhou's face. But her soft little hands climbed onto the buttons of his shirt, expressing her determination through her actions.
Not satisfied with being blocked by the pajamas, Zhuang Zhou tentatively reached his hand into the loose neckline of the pajamas. Meng Die shuddered and shrank back to avoid him. He dared not be presumptuous and could only caress the alluring white skin at the neckline, the smooth skin seemingly possessing a captivating pull.
Meng Die gradually began to let out soft moans. His shirt had been completely unbuttoned by her, as if seeking some kind of comfort, her soft hands unconsciously tracing the contours of his firm muscles.
"Xiaodie, you're so beautiful..." he whispered in her ear, kissing the ribbon around her neck and untying it with his mouth, then repeatedly imprinting his marks on her jade-like neck.
Letting out muffled moans, Mengdie tilted her head back, responding to his nibbling, completely at his mercy.
The swelling in her lower body was beginning to ache, and he pulled her hand down, guiding it. He unzipped his pants, guiding her small hand to his erect penis. After a slight flinch, her warm palm enveloped his hot shaft, but she simply left it there, completely unsure what to do.
Tentatively beginning to advance towards the mysterious valley, Zhuang Zhou nervously explored along her delicate skin.
But just as he was about to slip his hand inside her underwear, Mengdie suddenly pushed him away.
"Wh...what's wrong?" Zhuang Zhou was a little nervous; had he done something wrong, being completely inexperienced?
"You...you haven't showered yet." Meng Die blushed and pushed him, her coquettish yet reproachful expression making Zhuang Zhou's heart skip a beat.
He rushed into the bathroom, frantically washing his body. His fully erect penis throbbed impatiently, the warm sensation of the hot water flowing over it making him even more eager for the warmth and softness of her body. Carefully washing every inch of his penis, he half-jokingly muttered to himself, "This time it's all up to you. Don't embarrass me."
He quickly dried himself, not even bothering to put on his pajamas, and rushed back to the bedroom. Through his wet, half-length hair, he could see the beautiful scene on the bed. The lights had been dimmed to an ambiguous yellow. Meng Die had covered herself completely under the large blanket, half her face hidden beneath, only her large, watery eyes looking at his naked body with a mixture of timidity and shyness. His eyes caught sight of the neatly folded pajamas and the underwear that had been removed by the bedside, and his lower body tightened; his slightly limp penis hardened again.
"Xiao Die, I'm here..." Zhuang Zhou swallowed hard, gently lifting a corner of the blanket. Meng Die blushed and turned her back to him. He opened his arms, slipping under the covers and embracing her beautiful, soft body. The warmth and softness of her body made his heart pound. Her smooth back curves fit perfectly in his embrace, her smooth skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He couldn't help but hold her tighter. Meng Die curled her legs up in nervousness, her burning desire nestled between her slightly protruding buttocks.
As if burned, she flinched. To ease her tension, he gently kissed the back of her neck, lightly touching her sensitive earlobe. Struggling to suppress the urge to penetrate, he patiently caressed her using methods he had learned through various channels. One hand first moved to her back, then to her waist, gradually moving down to more sensitive areas.
"Zhou, I'm so scared..." she whispered, her long, pink legs pressed together and curled up, as if trying to avoid the large hand that was about to reach her buttocks.
Zhuang Zhou was already on the verge of exploding with nervousness. Although he had practiced countless times with his hands, the mere touch of this girl's soft skin was enough to make him explode when he actually went for it. Her bent legs and naturally taut buttocks, with their slight movement, brushed against his burning glans, sending a wave of pleasure through him. "Don't panic," he kept telling himself, but all the techniques he had learned on various websites were now completely forgotten. His mind was blank, and only his hands, driven by instinct, began to knead her soft, plump buttocks and tentatively approach the mysterious garden between her thighs.
"Zhou... please... please be gentle," she murmured like a deer, nervously grabbing his wrist as his fingers were already lightly touching the most tender petals of her flower garden.
"I will," he replied dryly, struggling to restrain the urge of his lower hand to go further in. He stopped where he was, pressing it against the hot skin of her inner thigh, caressing it gently. His upper hand slipped under her armpit, kissing the back of her neck while carefully moving towards her sacred breasts.
Her hands gripped his, then hesitated and released. Receiving the signal, he no longer hesitated and cupped her soft, delicate breasts in his hands. The elastic, full orbs attracted his palms like magnets, and the nipples gradually hardened under the kneading of his hands.
The heat from her nipples gradually spread deep into her lower abdomen, merging with the pleasure emanating from the caressed sensitive skin of her inner thighs, converging towards the depths of her garden. She shyly closed her legs, slightly twisting her body, yet still unable to stop the warm current slowly flowing from deep within her. "Zhou... I'm so hot."
Turning his head from behind her, he kissed along the back of her ear to her yearning red lips. She shifted slightly, turning her head in response. Their lips and tongues intertwined, he sucked on her smooth, tender lips, listening to her alluring nasal voice, the heat in his lower body becoming uncontrollable.
"Xiaodie... I want you, I want you..." He looked into her eyes, making no attempt to hide his impatient desire.
"Zhou..." she whispered his name, then turned over, her tightly pressed legs parting slightly in embarrassment. She reached out and gently grasped his engorged penis, whispering almost inaudibly, "Please, love me well..."
He panted, suddenly pulling the blanket aside. She cried out softly, trying to curl up, but he firmly pulled her long legs apart with both hands. "Xiaodie, let me see you properly..."
"You...you're annoying..." She covered her face with her hands, but no longer cowered. Her alluring naked body was fully displayed before him under the bright light.
Her skin, originally as white as ivory, now glowed pink with the flush of passion and sweat. Her soft nipples now stood proudly erect with pleasure and anticipation. Her secret garden, originally tightly closed among sparse pubic hair, now slightly opened its gates with determination and love. His gaze traveled downwards, finally locking onto the pinkish glint between her thighs, glistening with moisture.
Invasion…possession…combination…a series of commands were given without any thought. He covered her body, seemingly driven entirely by instinct, his hard penis relentlessly pressing against her mons pubis. But lacking experience, he couldn't find the entrance to pleasure.
The hot glans pressed against her thighs, making her weak all over. The few times it hit her clitoris, it made her tremble. She looked down at Zhuang Zhou, who was busy and sweating profusely. She swallowed, bit her lower lip, and with two fingers, she shyly guided the penis to her vaginal opening. Although it wasn't completely wet, there was a little bit of lubrication.
The glans pressed against the soft, warm indentation of her pink vulva, and the sensation almost made him ejaculate. He quickly bent down, bracing himself with both hands beside her, and thrust forcefully. He felt his glans pierce into Meng Die's body, her warm, tender flesh tightly enveloping him, soft and moist, constantly writhing and contracting, making his whole body tingle.
Meng Die's face turned pale, her hands supporting her chest, and she said in a trembling voice, "Zhou, don't... don't be so rough, I... I'm in so much pain."
He was already at the point of exhaustion, his taut penis almost controlling his body, wanting to forcefully drill into the depths of that soft vagina, and then enjoy the pleasure of thrusting in and out in a way that was far beyond what hands could simulate.
"Xiaodie, it'll be alright after this." He comforted her as he thrust harder, feeling a piercing sensation at the tip of his penis, then warm fluid seeped out from the opening. She let out a suppressed cry of pain, her eyes brimming with tears as she softly said, "Zhou... please... please be gentle, I... I feel like I'm going to split open... sob..."
He quickly kissed away her tears, apologizing repeatedly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, it's my fault, I was too rough. I won't move anymore."
He suppressed his urge and stopped, the tender flesh inside her vagina tightly gripping his penis, contracting with the rise and fall of her chest. Even without thrusting, it was still much more pleasurable than when he masturbated.
They remained like this for a moment, both of their naked bodies covered in glistening sweat, especially Zhuang Zhou, who was enduring a lot of pain.
"Zhou... are you... in pain...?" Meng Die looked at him with teary eyes, appearing somewhat apologetic.
Zhuang Zhou chuckled foolishly, touching her face and saying, "I hurt you, it's only right that I bear with it. Seeing you in so much pain makes me feel bad too."
She bit her lip and shifted her body, her vagina, tightly gripping his penis, rubbing against his shaft with her movement. She groaned in pain and whispered, "Zhou...it doesn't hurt so much anymore, it's just...it feels so swollen and uncomfortable, like there's something growing inside me...you...move..."
Her innocent and confused expression was indescribably lewd, making him even more impulsive. That "move" felt like a pardon to him, and without hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, pushing his long-suppressed penis deep into Meng Die's vagina, stopping only at the very depths of that soft, tender flesh.
Meng Die let out a kitten-like whimper, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. The muscles inside her vagina, making contact with the stranger for the first time, enveloped her with a mixture of pain and excitement.
"Xiao Die... Ah... Ah... Your lower part... is so tight, so... so comfortable..." As if countless suction cups were attached to his penis, he thrust in and out with difficulty for two more times, and the urge to ejaculate traveled straight to the base of his spine.
Meng Die tilted her head and blushed, saying in a soft voice, "You... you hate... saying... saying such filthy things."
The soft, panting moans in his ears, the soft and beautiful body of his lover beneath him, the pleasure in his groin was amplified many times over by the psychological satisfaction, and Zhuang Zhou could no longer hold back. He thrust in and out a few more times with all his might, and a wave of electric-like pleasure surged through his waist. He quickly hugged Meng Die's naked body tightly, letting his penis penetrate deeply into her tender virgin vagina, spraying out a large amount of hot semen to mark the territory that had never been invaded before.
In the ecstasy of that ultimate climax, Zhuang Zhou felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his mind going completely blank…
(b)
“Strange… he ejaculated. Dr. Foucher, is your treatment even working?”
Strange… what language is this… why can I understand it? Everything is so dark… what’s going on? That’s Meng Die’s voice… why is she speaking this strange language?
“This just proves the greatness of my treatment. At least, his sexual nerves have returned to normal. I believe that if I stimulate him a little more, he will wake up.”
What? Who is this old man? What wake up? I… am I asleep?
“Alright, go ahead and try. He’s been asleep for almost a month. If he doesn’t wake up soon, the Frye Group will become a group of vegetative state people, that would be truly ridiculous.”
Meng Die, what are you saying… what interstellar group… what Frye? What are you talking about! A month?
We… weren’t we just intimate… a nightmare? Could it be a nightmare?
In the boundless darkness, his brain suddenly felt as if it had been struck by lightning, followed by a dull, throbbing pain as if a scorching knife was slowly slicing down his head. The dull pain made him want to scream, but no sound came out, as if something was stuck in his mouth.
The pain intensified, and the electric current coursing through his brain continued to grow stronger…
“Ah!” He jerked free of the gag and screamed, his eyes snapping open. A large gush of thick, pungent liquid poured into his mouth, and at the same time… countless unfamiliar memories flooded his mind as if falling from the sky. Both the memories and the liquid nearly drowned him…
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a strange bed. Although the sheets and other items looked like those in a hospital, strange metal instruments were attached to the headboard and footboard. The jumbled memories in his mind were impossible to organize. He shifted his body in pain and realized that he was completely naked.
"You're finally awake." A familiar, gentle voice came from beside the bed. Although it spoke a completely unfamiliar language, he could understand it, as if he had been born into this language.
"Mr. Bart? Mr. Bart. How are you feeling?" It was the old man's voice.
The name he remembered overlapped with the two people calling him. Although it was unfamiliar, he knew it was indeed his name. He turned his head. The old man standing by the bed did not attract his attention at all. He focused on the beautiful woman who was looking at him with concern. Her black hair, bright eyes, and delicate nose were all so familiar. He opened his mouth, wanting to call her Xiaodie, wanting to ask her what was going on, but the words that came out were: "Who are you... Where am I?"
Yes, intuition and chaotic memories told him that this was not Xiaodie. Not the gentle woman who was about to become his wife.
The woman reached out and touched his forehead with concern, sighing, "I'm Zhuang'er, have you lost your memory?"
"Zhuang'er?" He felt a headache coming on and clutched his head.
"You gave me that ridiculous name! I'm Derem Fry, your wife, don't you remember me?"
The old man in white quickly pulled her aside, saying, "Mrs. Fry, calm down, your husband just woke up, his mind might not be fully recovered yet."
He shouted incoherently, making the situation even more uncontrollable, "Listen to me! I'm not Fry!
My name isn't Bart! I... I'm just an ordinary Chinese man! My name is Zhuang Zhou! Now, who the hell tells me what's going on?!"
The old man looked at him strangely, surprised, "Mrs. Fry, your husband... could he be like those show-off fools on variety shows... time-traveled? How could he... mention that ancient kingdom on such a distant planet?"
A distant planet? An ancient kingdom? He asked in a trembling voice, "What did you say? This...isn't Earth?"
Zhuang'er stomped her foot angrily, her high heels, made of some unknown metal, slamming loudly on the floor. "I should have pulverized all those damn chips in your study into titanium slag a long time ago! Don't you dare tell me now that you're Chinese, living happily in a place called Earth, with a beautiful wife, a harmonious family, trees, flowers, animals, and that damn ozone layer!"
He was also angry, shouting, "Why can't I tell you that! That's how I lived!"
Zhuang'er seemed very angry, her delicate face flushed. She grabbed him, dragged him to a strange, round window resembling a submarine porthole, and pushed his head to look out. She whispered in his ear, "I can understand your amnesia! When the spaceship crashed..." "I also bear some responsibility! But you'd better not act crazy towards me! I can cure anything except mental illness! Open your eyes wide! This is the artificial planet Fantesi-72! There's no China
here no trees, no flowers, no animals, and no
ozone layer that's as ridiculous as a condom and leaks at the slightest touch! Those novels and movies depicting things from thousands of years ago are just for entertainment! I've already tolerated you wasting your life on those things! And now you dare say you're a Chinese person from Earth?"
He didn't refute a word, because he was completely dumbfounded.
Outside the window was a hazy gray sky, as if a giant reflective dome covered the entire planet. Below, twisted and crowded buildings of all kinds of bizarre shapes densely filled the ground. And the sky was as congested as a highway, with various flying machines constantly challenging his meager imagination. This isn't Earth…
…Where…where is this…?
Seeing his lack of reaction, Zhuang’er’s anger seemed to subside somewhat. She helped him sit back on the bed, suppressing her rage, and said, “I know you’re badly injured this time, and you might have some brain problems. I’ll complete the discharge procedures, and we’ll go home. You should rest well; you’ll be fine. I’ll tell your family to prepare a welcome gift for you later. Don’t overthink it.”
He sat blankly on the edge of the bed, his lifeless eyes falling on the gleaming metal instruments opposite him. His image was clearly reflected on the casing—a blond man in his thirties, slightly obese and naked, his skin as pale as if he had never seen sunlight.
He closed his eyes in despair and lay back down on the bed.
Zhuang’er sighed and said to the doctor, “Dr. Foucher, let’s go complete the discharge procedures. Thank you very much for your treatment. I will transfer the payment to your account as soon as possible…”
The two walked out as they spoke. The hemispherical door slid shut automatically. In the quiet room, only he—Mr. Bart—remained, his face streaked with tears.
After getting dressed and leaving the hospital, he sat in the huge aircraft and quietly curled up in the soft sofa, listening to Zhuang'er patiently recount the unfamiliar life that belonged to him.
He's thirty-two this year. He married his current wife, Derem Farah, when he was thirty—the woman he renamed Zhuang'er—when she was twenty. They haven't had any children in the past two years because he insists on natural childbirth while Zhuang'er wants to modify the fetus's genes; he insists on having a daughter while Zhuang'er only wants a son. He's the sole legal heir to the Frye Group, but he has neither the talent nor the interest in business. Fortunately, with the help of his capable wife, he manages to keep the group running smoothly. His daily hobbies consist of spending lavishly in his private villa watching all sorts of entertainment and engaging in the lewd transactions common to wealthy men on the black market. In this age of advanced genetic technology, areas beyond the reach of the law are rife with disgusting and degrading transactions involving humans. Furthermore, wealthy individuals, tired of modified humans, buy up natural humans at exorbitant prices to commit various perverse acts.
However, Zhuang'er doesn't seem entirely clear on the extent of his perversion, or perhaps she's too disgusted to elaborate.
Recently, he became obsessed with fantasy novels and science fiction movies depicting a blissful life in a medieval place called Earth. He also
had a great fondness for those antique adult DVDs, spending a fortune and two or three years researching the history of that era. He almost wished he were an ordinary person from that time.
Zhuang'er leaned back in her chair, looking helpless and exhausted, and said in a suppressed voice, "I really didn't expect you to be so obsessed. I tolerated you doing those things with the black market before, but this time you've disappointed me so much."
He clutched his head in confusion, saying, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... but... but my mind is really a mess."
Zhuang'er sighed, gently hugged him, and said softly, "Rest for a while, you'll be fine. We've prepared your favorite dinner at home. Everything will be alright when we get home."
Home... home? Sitting in this metal shell that looks like a giant beetle, flying towards a place he had no recollection of, could that be called home?
He covered his eyes in pain, unwilling to look at the metallic scenery rushing past him.
Only when the entire cabin shuddered slightly and the doors slid open with a hiss did he lower his hands, stand up, and follow Zhuang'er down.
Before him stood a manor unlike the strange buildings he had just seen; instead… it was a huge villa more similar to the kind of manor he knew. He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "This… is our home?"
Zhuang'er turned back somewhat irritably and said, "It's all because you insisted on building it like this, and even tried to hire someone to smuggle some green plants from Ores 04 at a high price, causing the smuggling investigation department to visit our house several times. I just don't understand the point of this outdated, space-wasting architectural layout besides wasting money. Your actions are as boring as those of an ancient nouveau riche."
He awkwardly smiled apologetically, while the driver beside him—a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in a strange driving suit—smiled and said, "Madam, it's not like Master hasn't been bored for a day."
He then noticed the little girl; although she was very pretty… she was far too young. "This… is this our driver?"
Zhuang'er rolled her eyes at him. He snorted and said, "You bought this smuggled robot at a high price, and now you want to ask me about it?"
The little girl immediately squatted down sadly, drawing circles with her hands and sobbing, "Master is so mean, he doesn't even remember Die'er."
Zhuang'er said somewhat impatiently, "Don't use your own name when you speak!" Then she turned to him and pointed at his forehead, saying, "And you! How many times have I told you to change her name? It sounds like I'm on the same level as her!"
Die'er stuck out her tongue, "Master set it up this way, Die'er can't do anything about it. If Madam has the password, she can change it for Die'er."
The three of them entered the house while talking. After the door opened and closed automatically, the lights inside immediately turned on. The magnificent hall looked exactly like the one he remembered, not sci-fi at all.
Zhuang'er took off her metallic outer garment and tossed it aside, kicked off her high heels, and rubbed her heels. "874, take Mr. Bart to his room for dinner. I'm tired. The decor here looks terribly old-fashioned. I'm going back to my room to shower. Don't wait for me for dinner. This is the model I bought for you, but it's not to my taste. I'll come over later."
He reached out to call Zhuang'er back, but he was too afraid of her, so he didn't say it. He thought that if all else failed, he would ask Die'er. It seemed that this cute robot was closer to him.
Upon reaching the third floor, Die'er pointed to a door and said, "Master, this is your room. Although the bedroom is with Madam, you haven't slept there in a while, so Madam has become quite nagging. You have to take responsibility for that."
He stammered in response, saying, "I... there are many things I can't remember. Can you tell me?"
Die'er chuckled and said, "When did Master become so polite? Die'er isn't used to it. Die'er will go change into clothes that Master likes. Master, please go in and have your meal first. This time it's high-priced, only slightly cheaper than Master's favorite kind... But since Madam definitely won't like it, Master, please eat as much as you like."
Die'er said with a smile as she walked, "Actually, it's better for husband and wife to eat this kind of high-class food separately."
He was completely confused, but he still pushed open the door and went in. He was indeed hungry. If there was something to eat, he would fill his stomach first before dealing with the problem of his mind.
The room inside was quite large, with several other doors. The room at the entrance seemed to be a dining room, with several long sofas in the middle of a low, tall dining table laden with plates, bowls, cutlery, and utensils. At the far end was a huge wall that looked like a large LCD screen. That was about it; the furnishings were very simple. A girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old stood at the table, her stunning figure quite incongruous with her seemingly innocent smile. Seeing him enter, the girl immediately approached respectfully, bowed, and said, "Good evening, Mr. Bart. I am Lof-TF19052. I will be in charge of your dinner tonight."
Only then did he notice that the girl was wearing only an apron. With that bow, her naked, pink body was fully revealed.
Especially her full breasts, which swayed alluringly.
He forced his gaze away, walked over, and sat down at the table, saying, "Okay... I understand."
The girl walked behind him, placed a napkin on his lap, and laid most of her body in front of him, challenging his reason. He could clearly feel that his penis was fully erect, pressing against his crotch, even causing a slight pain.
The girl set out the tableware, then took off her apron, brought a large basin of water, and stood in it, washing herself naked.
He watched strangely as the girl carefully washed every part of her body, from her high breasts to her tender red labia. When she turned her back to him and bent down to wash her small feet, he finally couldn't resist. He suddenly stood up, walked over, and hugged the girl from behind, cupping her breasts in his hands and kneading them frantically.
He was Bart... Meng Die didn't exist... so what he was doing... wasn't wronging anyone... he comforted himself, opening his mouth to kiss the girl's body haphazardly. The girl's skin was incredibly smooth and fragrant, making it hard for him to stop after just one kiss. He quickly pushed her to the table and made her lie down, starting to unzip his pants.
The girl turned around, puzzled, and asked, "Mr. Bart, do you require any special services before the meal?"
Thinking of his status as a wealthy man, he figured this girl might be deliberately seducing him to earn some extra money, so he said, "Yes, let me have my way. If I'm satisfied, you'll get your share."
The girl didn't struggle or resist, but frowned and said, "Mr. Bart, if this affects the quality of your meal, our company won't be responsible."
He disregarded all else, standing behind the girl, spreading her legs, parting her tender labia with his fingers, rubbing his glans against her vulva, and then thrusting in without hesitation.
Although there wasn't much lubrication, his thick penis slid in smoothly to the hilt. This girl was indeed no longer a virgin, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of inexplicable anger. He gripped her soft buttocks with both hands and began to rape her forcefully.
The girl frowned and said, "Mr. Bart… when your wife made the reservation… she said it was for a couple, so we don't offer any special services…"
Couple? He suddenly realized that Zhuang'er would be coming over soon after her shower. Although he didn't think it would matter if she saw him, he was still somewhat afraid. However, the hot, contracting flesh inside the girl's vagina sucked at his inserted penis, making it impossible for him to simply pull out.
"She won't say anything, just stick your ass up high! Enough with the nonsense!" He was getting impatient, his tone becoming fierce, but as he said these words, he had a strange feeling that this was really him.
The girl hummed in agreement, sticking her buttocks up high and starting to sway her slender waist, skillfully pleasing him.
The layers of tender flesh inside her vagina rubbed against him, making him tremble all over. Although the girl's vagina seemed quite long, and he could never reach the end, the mere sight of his tightly constricted penis was already incredibly pleasurable.
He gripped the girl's full breasts, which were pressed against the table, with both hands. The flesh was softer than he had imagined, almost as if it would snap if he squeezed too hard. He pinched and kneaded them desperately, his penis thrusting vigorously, but the girl's cheeks only flushed slightly. She neither cried out in pain nor groaned with pleasure, which made him somewhat frustrated.
He turned the girl over, cradling her small feet against his chest. Meng Die's feet were always beautiful; every summer when she wore sandals, he couldn't help but stare at them for ages. Now, these feet were even more delicate and exquisite, pink and tender, making one want to take a bite. He took one toe into his mouth, sucking on the plump, soft pads, a surge of excitement and satisfaction welling up inside him.
The girl's body tensed suddenly as her foot was in his mouth, and she moaned loudly, as if this was even more stimulating than the penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Her elastic vagina contracted violently, though for some reason, there was still little lubrication.
But the girl's moans had greatly aroused him; he felt a tightening at the base of his penis, knowing an orgasm was imminent. He thrust a few more times, ejaculating his thick semen deep into the girl's vagina.
He lay on the girl's soft body, panting heavily, unwilling to get up. The girl nudged him. "Mr. Bart, please get up. I need to clean myself up, or your wife will complain."
"Complain? What will she complain about?" He laughed, suddenly feeling that raping the girl again in front of her would be even more exciting. That face, the same as Meng Die's, but with a completely different personality, made him very uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, his familiar voice came from the other side of the door. "If she doesn't clean herself up, I will definitely complain.
It's your business if you want to eat semen, but I have no interest in eating that disgusting stuff at dinner time."
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He stood up somewhat awkwardly. The girl immediately got up and squatted in the basin, using her fingers to spread her labia and scooping out the sticky semen.
Zhuang'er snorted and came over to sit down. She had changed into a soft silk nightgown, and when she didn't speak, she looked almost exactly like Meng Die, which made him a little stunned.
"You're really interested, even with something like this you can enjoy it so much. I should have ordered a different model so you could have your way by yourself. I was hoping to have dinner with you."
He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Warming up... makes the food taste better, doesn't it?"
Zhuang'er snorted and urged the girl, "Hurry up. I'm starving."
The girl nodded quickly, "Okay, okay, almost ready."
He couldn't help but feel a little strange and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? The food hasn't even arrived yet."
Zhuang'er gave him a strange look, then said as if suddenly realizing something, "So you didn't even remember that? I was saying that although you're usually quite lewd, and you definitely have to seduce yourself before eating, you wouldn't go so far as to rape the food we're supposed to eat together."
"You...what did you say?"
Zhuang'er pointed at the girl: "That's our dinner. If it weren't for being with you, I wouldn't be interested in eating this female-type."
He stammered, unable to speak, only staring blankly at the girl who was drying herself with a towel. No matter how you looked at it...it was a living, breathing girl...
After drying her feet, the girl climbed directly onto the dining table, between the two of them, and said with a smile: "This time, our company is giving away a new formula of synthetic milk. Would you like some?" As she spoke, she knelt on the table and cupped her full, round breasts with both hands.
Zhuang'er picked up a cup, "Pour it into the cup. You can feed him."
The girl hummed in agreement, bent down, and aligned her rosy nipples with the rim of the cup. First, she scratched her nipples a few times with her fingers, then pushed from the base of her breasts to the tips with both hands. With a hiss, a thin white jet of water shot into the cup. The girl squeezed for a while, filling the cup to the brim. As Zhuang'er picked up the glass to drink, the girl moved in front of him, cupping her other breast in her hand and bringing it close to his face.
He was panting heavily, his mind a jumble of thoughts, unsure what to do. The girl said softly, "Mr. Bart, please take my nipple in your mouth."
He opened his mouth blankly, a sweet fragrance filling his mouth as a soft, tender nipple was placed inside. He tried sucking a few times, but nothing came out.
The girl softly instructed, "Please bite the tip."
Bite? He pressed his teeth against the nipple, but couldn't bring himself to bite down. Wouldn't it hurt?
Zhuang'er, having drunk half a cup, urged him impatiently, "Are you planning to eat dinner until tomorrow morning?"
He steeled himself and bit down hard. As his jaw snapped shut, a piece of the nipple was bitten off. He was startled and quickly looked at the girl's face. The girl showed no signs of pain; instead, she trembled with pleasure as if she had just orgasmed, still squeezing her breasts with both hands.
A stream of sweet milk immediately filled his mouth. He sucked and swallowed greedily, his face flushed with excitement. It seemed that something dormant was awakening within him, filling him with both fear and anticipation.
After sucking for a while without getting anything out, the girl returned to the table. This time, instead of kneeling, she lay flat on the table. "Lof-TF19052 is ready. Thank you for patronizing our company. We hope you enjoyed the dinner. If you have any comments or complaints about the service, please call xxx-xxxx-xxxx-xxxx-xxxx. We hope to
serve you again next time." After saying this, the girl stopped talking and began to apply an unknown fragrance and a golden oil-like substance to her entire body.
Zhuang'er poked one of the girl's breasts with a fork and said casually, "This side doesn't need paint."
Then, she plunged the fork into the breast. Bright red liquid seeped out from where it was pierced, but there was far less blood than expected.
Seeing his strange expression, Zhuang'er said coldly, "What are you looking at? There can only be this much blood at most. If you bleed more, it will violate the law. I really don't know what you men are thinking. You're like wild beasts who love to see blood."
He stammered, "No...no, I meant...this...this is clearly a human! How...how can it be food!"
Zhuang'er's eyes widened in surprise. "Okay, it's not your fault you have amnesia. This isn't a real human, just a modified creature. It's just...not many families can afford to eat humanoid modified creatures. Come to think of it, it's really funny that someone who bought and ate real girls on the black market is telling me this."
What...what? He was truly shocked, dropping his knife and fork.
Zhuang'er ignored him. "You'll remember eventually. You're that kind of person; you can't live without that kind of life." With that, she picked up the knife and carefully began to cut along the base of the girl's breast. The
bright red wound stretched from the girl's ribs to her chest, and the full breast gradually detached from the girl's body. Having severed the last sliver of skin, Zhuang'er placed her entire breast on the plate in front of her, poured some sauce on it, then cut off a slice and put it in her mouth, chewing and complaining, "So greasy, only you men could eat this."
The girl smiled and said, "Madam, the lean meat is on the thighs, or, I would like to recommend our company's latest male model, the MF-TM19000 series, with fine meat and few additives. Welcome to patronize us."
"This is insane..." He held his head, slumped over the table. This conversation was beyond his comprehension, making his brain feel like it was on fire.
A fragrant aroma wafted to his nose. He looked up and saw the girl had cut off her other breast and placed it in front of him, smiling as she said, "Mr. Bart, please try it; you won't be disappointed."
He looked at the breast, laid flat on the plate, still as high and firm as when it was on his body. Brushed with seasoning, the flesh gleamed golden, igniting an uncontrollable appetite within him.
He reached out, his hand trembling, and pinched the piece of flesh, then tremblingly brought it to his lips and took a bite…
He didn't know how he finished that dinner. The two of them didn't eat much; after the girl's breast, thigh, and labia were eaten, dinner was over. After the thigh muscles were gone, the white bones were exposed. Although Zhuang'er had said it was because it was a high-end product with simulated bones, he still felt a pang of stomach acid. Towards the end, the girl continued to serve them with a smile, which finally gave him the feeling that this was truly not human.
After Zhuang'er returned to her room, Die'er came in. She was dressed in a little girl's dress, looking adorable and sweet, but he had no time to appreciate it. He beckoned to her and said, "Die'er, come here, I need to talk to you."
"What's wrong, Master? Are you in a bad mood? Or are you troubled by your amnesia?" Die'er snuggled into his arms. Her petite body was much lighter than she looked, but the soft little bottom rubbing against his thighs made him feel inexplicably hot.
"What kind of person am I?" He nervously held her small body tighter, waiting for an answer.
"Master, you?" Die'er giggled, her little bottom bouncing exaggeratedly. "Master, you're a big pervert!"
He smiled awkwardly and said, "I...I didn't ask that...I wanted to ask, what kind of person was I before?"
Die'er still smiled innocently. "But, Master, you really were a big pervert before. Hehe, Master, it's not that Die'er doesn't want to tell you, but Die'er only serves you in this house. Only Madam knows what happens outside."
"How much time...have I spent in this house?" He looked around the house. He had a vague sense of familiarity with all four doors, as if he had spent most of his life here. No! He shook his head suddenly...I'm not from here! I'm Zhuang Zhou!
Butterfly pondered for a moment, then let out a sweet hum, which stirred his heart. "Master spends almost all day in this room. Master says that Madam has many things to do every day and won't be lonely. But... but Butterfly sees that Madam is very unhappy every night when she goes to sleep."
He rested his forehead on his hand and continued to ask, "What... do I do in this room?" Perhaps... knowing what Bart had done before, he could find a way back to that world.
Die'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Master, you recorded so much video material yourself, why don't you just watch it yourself?"
He nervously grabbed Die'er's hand, "Watch, I want to watch! How do I watch it?"
Die'er asked with a grin, "Master, do you want to watch it on this video wall, or go to the old place?"
He looked at the huge wall, and a sudden fear rose in his heart, "I... go to the old place."
Die'er pulled him into the innermost room. A huge screen was placed on a very large table, and next to the table was a large, comfortable chair. The walls were covered with many torture instruments that looked like those in an interrogation room. What surprised him most was that a thin iron chain was attached to the large table, and the other end of the chain was locked to a petite girl who looked about the same age as Die'er. Although her face was not as delicate and beautiful as Die'er's, she had a pair of furry ears on her head. The girl's entire body was naked, and her small breasts on her pink naked body had not yet developed, only slightly protruding. On her tight little buttocks, there was a dog's tail.
He was speechless, before he could utter a word, when the girl excitedly crawled over on all fours, rubbing her face against his legs, wagging her tail, and barking, "Woof!"
"Master, Leia hasn't seen you in a long time, she's even eating less dog food. Look, she's lost weight."
Die'er crouched down, stroking Leia's smooth, white back. Leia hummed comfortably a few times, then rolled onto the carpet, curling up her limbs to reveal her snow-white belly, swaying her body and wagging her tail.
"Master, Leia is waiting for you to rub her tummy like usual."
Rubbing her tummy… He frowned. How would he know how this person usually rubbed her tummy? In his confused state, one foot instinctively reached out and stepped on Leia's lower abdomen. He wasn't wearing socks, and his bare foot directly felt the smooth texture of Leia's delicate skin. He couldn't help but step on it, enjoying the tingling sensation in his sole.
"Master is very skilled... doesn't seem like someone with amnesia." Butterfly chuckled as she squatted down and ruffled Leia's hair.
Leia wriggled at his feet, whimpering, the whimpers growing increasingly lewd with each press of his foot. His gaze unconsciously swept downwards, and he noticed a clear, glistening liquid flowing from between Leia's curled-up legs and her tightly pressed, red labia. His
heart skipped a beat. He quickly released his grip and strode to the table. "Butterfly, come here, tell me what to look at."
Leia whimpered a few times, then, seeing he was no longer looking at her, her eyes brimming with tears, ears drooping, and she listlessly slumped onto the table.
He restrained himself from looking at Leia. This girl-like creature was probably a modified being, most likely... his pet or something. His penis had almost given way; if he were to rape this female dog, who knows what kind of embarrassing situation would arise.
Butterfly patted Leia's head, climbed onto the table, and busied herself behind the screen. He watched as she drew a long cable from behind the screen, then lifted her shirt, revealing a section of her fair, pink belly. He stared blankly as Butterfly deftly worked on her belly button, then connected the cable.
Butterfly closed her eyes and spoke in a mechanical, hollow voice: "SR-874 entering data query mode, user Bart Fry, please perform voice detection."
He paused, then asked, "What? You... what did you say?"
Butterfly trembled slightly, and the mechanical voice continued, "Voice communication successful, transitioning to normal mode." Then Butterfly opened her eyes and said with a playful, lively voice, "Alright, Master can start watching now."
He looked back at the screen, where indeed many complex, tree-like paths had appeared. Just as he was wondering how to proceed, Butterfly pulled his hand to her chest and said with a grin, "Master, you need to use this to operate."
He exclaimed, but the touch in his palm still made him want to rub his chest. Then the cursor on the screen moved, and he suddenly understood, touching that small chest to begin operating.
Seeing the largest branch, he clicked it twice, unexpectedly a password input box popped up, and a scrambled soft keyboard-like input interface appeared in the lower right corner of the screen. Although the characters looked like Latin, they were definitely not English; he shouldn't have ever learned this language, but at a glance… he actually knew how to combine these letters.
What could the password be? He asked Butterfly, who shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I don't have permission to say these things."
He had no choice but to guess, "Butterfly, what is my birthday?"
"May 45th, 1742, Neumann calendar."
He entered all sorts of combinations of these numbers, but still couldn't solve it. He thought for a while, then a thought struck him, and he asked, "Right... what is my birthday in Earth time?"
Butterfly tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "The Western Hemisphere."
He was surprised that his era was so far removed from his own, and he entered the number combinations again, but still couldn't solve it. He sighed in frustration, canceled the password input, and then discovered that most of the branches were marked with a small lock icon. He had no choice but to find a branch without the icon and
click on it. Following the branch, three paths appeared: "Favorites List," "Notes," and "Trial Records."
The first two paths contained mostly lengthy texts, which he wasn't interested in. Finally, the third path led to a large number of videos.
He randomly clicked on one, the screen went black, and then four different angles of view appeared. The videos showed an unfamiliar room, yet it felt strangely familiar to him.

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