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While Yu
Xiaobing was taking a shower in the bathroom, she noticed something strange about the window.
A very beautiful young woman stood in the bathtub, having just finished washing, admiring herself in the mirror.
She thought her breasts were round and firm, practically perfect, but were her thighs a little thick? Was her hair a little too thick
? Young women are always prone to worry. She had never been with a man, and although she knew she was beautiful, she feared that these features might be disliked by her future lover. Of course, she didn't understand that this was actually a gamble; men's tastes varied, and often two men had completely opposite opinions. She couldn't be sure what type of man she would like in the future—
she suddenly frowned because she noticed that the bathroom window was wide open, almost allowing people across the street to see over. She quickly went to pull the window back. It was a rather old steel window, the latches of which had grown quite long, making a creaking sound when she pulled it back. She felt strange because she clearly remembered closing the window when she came in, leaving only a thin line closed. Why was it open?
The window was quite tight due to its narrow opening mechanism; even in a strong wind, it wouldn't easily move. And since there was no wind, the window faced a narrow passage to the sky, almost like a square trench, leading from the rooftop to the ground. On all four sides were windows from the bathrooms or kitchens of various units. Even in a strong wind, the wind from this window wouldn't be strong.
And even if there was wind, it could only come in from the top of the passage; if it blew in from the outside, it would only close the window, not open it.
But Yu Xiaobing wasn't very superstitious, so she quickly stopped thinking about it and busied herself with her own things. Having already showered, she put on a towel and used the fleece to dry herself.
As she turned her back to the window, she heard it creak open again. She first looked in the mirror and saw the window had been pushed open, and she could see a hand's fingers pushing against the edge. The hairs on her body stood on end, and she screamed and turned around, only to see that the window was indeed wide open. The hand was gone, seemingly vanishing just as she turned around.
Yu Xiaobing screamed incessantly, bursting through the door and rushing out.
Two minutes later, her brother Yu Hao and his live-in girlfriend Fan Min'er arrived.
Fan Min'er comforted Yu Xiaobing, while Yu Hao went to check the window. The window was framed with iron bars, preventing him from sticking his head out.
He said, "I think you've got it wrong. There can't be anyone outside. This place isn't too high or too low; climbing up from below isn't an option, and climbing down from above isn't an option either!"
This was true; the building was twenty stories high, and they were on the tenth floor. Climbing up or down meant climbing ten stories, which was extremely strenuous.
If it were a resident of another unit, they couldn't climb out the window. However, Yu Xiaobing also had her reasons.
She said, "I definitely didn't open this window!" Fan Min'er helped her up and said, "Forget it, go back to your room.
It's not surprising that someone climbed down from upstairs to peek. Just make sure the window is closed properly when you shower from now on!" Yu Xiaobing thought that was probably the case, so she went back to her room.
But things weren't that simple. When she reached her door, her window had just opened and then closed automatically, as if something unseen had come in—it wasn't the wind. Then, a newspaper placed under the window made a rustling sound, denting slightly in the middle, as if something had landed on it, and then the newspaper bounced back. It seemed that the object had left the newspaper and fallen to the ground.
This had just happened when Yu Xiaobing came in; she neither saw nor heard it.
And there was a next step: a pair of fluffy slippers she had placed by the bed moved, one of them tilting, as if the unseen object had crawled under the bed and pushed the slipper. Yu Xiaobing locked the door.
It was cold, but she had already turned on the oil heater, so the room was warm. She lay down on the bed and relaxed. She had been terrified earlier, so lying down like this helped her unwind.
The door was locked; she was safe. The windows were open, with no drains or anything to climb out of, so she wasn't worried about a repeat of what had happened.
She closed her eyes. The towel was open, revealing one nipple and a patch of pubic hair between her legs that she found too thick, like a black blanket. She drifted into a languid, half-asleep state.
But then, she felt an itchy sensation on her nipple, almost as if a hand had been rubbing it.
She quickly opened her eyes but couldn't see anything. It was just her imagination. But then she felt something between her legs, and now that she was fully awake, it couldn't be an illusion.
She felt a hand playing with her "blanket," yet she couldn't see anything.
As she stood there, the unseen hand became even more rampant, one finger reaching between her legs to touch her most sensitive spot.
But her legs weren't spread wide enough, and the hand managed to pry them open slightly.
Yu Xiaobing couldn't believe it because she couldn't see it. She wondered if there was something wrong with her nerves.
But then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of movement in the dressing mirror. She quickly looked over and saw a different scene.
She saw a hand, with only a small section of its wrist remaining, revealing severed flesh and dried blood—a truly horrifying sight.
Yu Xiaobing's entire body turned ice-cold. She opened her mouth to scream, but she watched in the mirror as the hand quickly climbed up and gripped her throat, silencing her.
The hand she saw was so terrifying that she dared not touch it, so she dared not try to pry it away.
But the hand didn't exert its full force; it only rendered her speechless. Yu Xiaobing's gaze shifted from the mirror to the front, and the hand disappeared from her sight.
So, she mustered the courage to reach her hands to her throat, trying to push the hand away.
But it was no use; she lacked the strength. It was like trying to pry open a hand made of iron. The moment she tried, the hand tightened its grip, and she felt dizzy, her hands falling limply to the ground.
The hand released its grip. Yu Xiaobing immediately opened her mouth to scream, but the hand quickly climbed up and gripped her throat again. She couldn't make a sound, and the hand released its grip once more.
This happened several times, and she understood. She whispered, "If I don't scream, you won't pinch me." The hand couldn't speak, but it gently touched Yu Xiaobing's face, which was tantamount to acknowledging that she was right.
Yu Xiaobing said, "Fine, I won't scream, but what do you want?" The hand climbed to her chest, gently kneading and twisting there. Yu Xiaobing could only feel it, but couldn't see it.
However, when she turned to look in the mirror, she could see it in the reflection. She said, "No...don't!" Yet, this hand had already given her an indescribable feeling.
Normally, in this situation, she should have felt terrified and not experience any pleasure whatsoever. However, this strange hand clearly possessed a mysterious power that controlled her, making her feel a surge of heat throughout her body.
So she just lay there, the hand pulling open her towel jacket. With the towel jacket pulled open, her entire body was exposed; the towel jacket was now just a large towel draped beneath her, with only her arms inside the sleeves. Yu
Xiaobing felt extremely aroused by that hand, constantly fidgeting. She desperately wanted that hand to reach that important place; the touching of her breasts made that more important area itchy and even more in need of being touched.
But the hand wouldn't go down; it just lingered on her tender, white breasts. Yu Xiaobing was still a virgin, and she didn't understand why she felt this way.
But at that moment, she didn't try to understand. She just needed it. Then, suddenly, she got what she wanted. That more important place was touched. Something soft yet hard, like an iron rod covered with a layer of flesh.
This made her body tremble violently. She looked up, but saw nothing. But it wasn't that hand, because it felt like fingers, and the hand hadn't left her breast. She turned to look in the mirror and saw it. It was a man's thing, along with the scrotum and a piece of flesh. Now it was very erect. She had never actually touched it before, nor had she ever really seen it, but she had read books about it, so she recognized it.
The head of it was rubbing, rubbing her most sensitive spot, her clitoris, and her natural reaction made that place even more lubricated, making the rubbing even smoother and more pleasurable.
It just kept rubbing, rubbing, without trying to penetrate, only rubbing faster and faster, while Yu Xiaobing's legs spread wider, her pelvis arching to welcome it.
Then, her body trembled violently, her heart seeming to explode in sweetness. Her legs involuntarily closed, clamping the thing tightly, and the thing temporarily stopped. What she was clamping was so hard, yet so soft.
Yu Xiaobing took deep breaths, panting. The hand was still moving on her breasts.
After the orgasm, the nerves in that important place were too sensitive and needed a rest, but her breasts were still welcoming.
The harassment of her breasts quickly rekindled her interest, so her legs opened wide again.
That thing then began to enter. Yu Xiaobing felt a fullness. She was still a virgin, and logically she should refuse, yet she desperately needed it.
This was inexplicable; she simply desperately needed it. She also looked curiously at the mirror. Her angle was just right to see clearly. If it were a person, their body would be obscured. But this thing, without a body,
allowed her to see clearly. She could see it beginning to be submerged, and she could feel it.
She had always wondered how such a small space, practically devoid of room, could contain so much. Now she saw it.
The elasticity allowed the space to hold quite a lot. And she understood that if there were an equally sized space, while it would be easy to accommodate, it wouldn't be as pleasurable, because it wouldn't be so close, and she would never experience such enjoyment.
She groaned softly, wanting to close her eyes to enjoy it, but unable to bear not seeing, she opened them again. She could see that she had swallowed almost half of it, and then there was an obstacle. Her first obstacle. The thing suddenly thrust. A sharp pain. She cried out, "Ah!"
Her brother, Yu Hao, sat bolt upright on the bed in the next room, having heard the cry.
His mistress, Fan Min'er, who had just dozed off, woke up with a start and asked, "What is it?"
"I think I heard my sister calling!" Yu Hao said.
"I didn't hear anything!" Fan Min'er said. "Maybe she's having a nightmare," Fan Min'er said, "Forget it, she's an adult, she should know how to take care of herself!"
Yu Hao listened for a while but couldn't hear anything, so he let it go. He lay back down.
Fan Min'er said, "You're overthinking it! You're a man, how come you're not as brave as me?"
"Who said I'm scared?" Yu Hao said.
"We still have money," Fan Min'er said, "Tomorrow we'll go and see that house again, buy it, and not live here, this place is too old!"
Yu Hao said absentmindedly, "I'm thinking—we're missing something about that matter!"
"Don't mention that matter again!" Fan Min'er said, "It's in the past, just forget about it!"
"Okay!" Yu Hao sighed helplessly.
"About buying the house—" Fan Min'er said.
"Sigh," Yu Hao said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow!"
In the next room, Yu Xiaobing cried out once and then stopped, because what followed was an unparalleled pleasure. The thing was inserted all the way in; she could see in the mirror that there was nothing outside, only the sac, but this part should be outside—she had read many books and knew this.
She knew her cervix had also been touched. It lingered for a while, allowing her to fully enjoy the pleasure of fullness, and then slowly withdrew.
This withdrawal created friction, and Yu Xiaobing realized that there was an even higher level of pleasure. She was afraid it would withdraw completely.
But it wasn't like that; it withdrew only to advance again. Without withdrawing, it couldn't advance again, and without advancing, it couldn't withdraw again. It only withdrew halfway, then advanced again. This gave Yu Xiaobing another level of pleasure. This was a full, pleasurable pleasure, a jolt to the deepest depths. Then the thing withdrew again.
Yu Xiaobing only felt regret that there was no body for her to grasp. The thrusting became increasingly rapid, forcing her to close her eyes, which remained closed for extended periods. However, she would occasionally open her eyes to peek. She could see that as it withdrew, its surface glistened with moisture, and due to the intense friction, a layer of white foam accumulated around it, with streaks of blood in the center. Those were her blood vessels, blood vessels that would only appear once in a lifetime.
Yu Xiaobing didn't feel it was a great loss. She simply felt pleasure. Yu Xiaobing closed her eyes again later, because the sensation was so intense that she exploded again. Once… it didn't stop, and then soon after, again… By the third time, it throbbed violently, she felt a surge of heat, and the hand squeezed her nipple tightly. It wasn't a squeeze too hard, just right, which gave her even greater satisfaction.
She finally calmed down, and she felt that it had lost its virility and then slipped out. She opened her eyes and looked in the mirror, seeing that it looked different, unbelievably shrunken. She opened her eyes and lay on the sheets. The hand crawled away from her body, took the thing, and crawled off the bed.
Yu Xiaobing closed her eyes again, lying there softly, her legs gently swaying, enjoying the afterglow.
Just then, her brother's mistress, Fan Min'er, bent down and peeked into Yu Xiaobing's room through the keyhole. Fan Min'er had gone to the bathroom and heard Yu Xiaobing's moans, so she curiously peeked into Yu Xiaobing's room.
She saw Yu Xiaobing's body exposed, her legs gently swaying. From her angle, she couldn't see the blood-tinged foam. Therefore, she didn't know what Yu Xiaobing had experienced. She smiled, stood up, and went back to her room, deciding not to tell Yu Hao about it.
Because Yu Hao was a man, and Xiaobing's brother, and Xiaobing was an adult, she couldn't very well ask Yu Hao to peep at her sister through the keyhole.
Fan Min'er didn't think it was anything unusual either, because she herself had been through it.
Before she had any experience, she sometimes longed for men, and would often lock herself in bed, comfort herself, and in the throes of ecstasy, she would moan, then lie there resting, unwilling to move.
She believed Yu Xiaobing had just done that. There was no reason to tell Yu Hao about such things. It wasn't unusual for a girl to want a man. In fact, it would be abnormal if she didn't. She returned to the room; Yu Hao had already closed his eyes, half-asleep.
This time, it was Fan Min'er who woke him up. Fan Min'er's hands were caressing his body. Yu Hao, of course, knew what this meant.
Yu Hao said groggily, "Don't bother me, I'm not in the mood!"
But Fan Min'er continued. For some reason, after seeing Yu Xiaobing's situation, she too became aroused. She felt a strong need, and she felt she had to have it. So she tried hard to harass him again. It's very difficult for a man to arouse a woman when she's not interested. But it's usually quite easy for a woman to arouse a man when he's not interested.
Sure enough, after a while, Yu Hao's interest was piqued. He got up and started tearing at her clothes. Neither of them looked in the mirror. If they had, they would have seen that hand had already entered, climbed onto the bed, and stopped there. This hand could only be seen in the mirror, not in person. Yu Hao threw their clothes on the floor, and the two embraced.
Fan Min'er groaned, "Hurry! Hurry! I really want to!"
"What's wrong with you?" Yu Hao said, "Why are you suddenly so interested?"
"Why shouldn't I be interested?" Fan Min'er said, "We have money and freedom!"
"Don't talk about that!" Yu Hao said.
They made contact. Just then, the hand crawled over, reached the most important place, and made a move. Yu Hao suddenly cried out, "Ouch!" and quickly scrambled away and sat up, checking himself. "What's wrong with you?" Fan Min'er complained. "Uh--it feels like something bit me!" Yu Hao said. He felt as if someone had plucked a hair from his head, which really hurt. But he couldn't think of anything that could do that, so he just deduced that something had bitten him. In fact, it was the hand that did it, but he couldn't see it.
"That's why we need to buy a new house," Fan Min'er said. "This place is too old, and there are so many mosquitoes and lice! Come on! Come on!"
After this painful experience, Yu Hao's ability was temporarily lost, and Fan Min'er played with him for a while before it returned. They started touching again. That hand came again. This time, Fan Min'er screamed, almost pushing Yu Hao to the ground. She also sat up to examine herself. She said, "This time it bit me!" Actually, Fan Min'er also felt a hair being forcibly plucked, but she couldn't figure out how that was possible. So she said that lice had bitten her.
Yu Hao said, "You can't catch lice, they just jump around!"
Fan Min'er also had to touch herself for a while, and only after the pain subsided could she resume their activities. But when they touched, that hand came again. This time, they both screamed and jumped away because they both felt "bitten" at the same time.
They were both in so much pain that tears streamed down their faces. Having that spot plucked twice was really unpleasant. After this, they lost all interest and stopped doing it.
Yu Hao gritted his teeth, vowing to buy insecticide and spray the apartment thoroughly the next day. Fan Min'er, however, insisted that buying a new apartment was imperative.
They simply couldn't stay there any longer. The next day, they were both busy spraying insecticide and looking at the new apartment, paying no attention to Yu Xiaobing.
Yu Xiaobing's expression was blank, as if she were sleepwalking. She remained silent, and even when they ate dinner together after work, she was quiet and withdrawn.
Fan Min'er excitedly talked about the new apartment she had her eye on, and Yu Xiaobing responded only with nods, showing no particular interest.
Later, Yu Xiaobing took a shower, then returned to her room, closed the door, and lay there naked, waiting.
That hand came again; this was what she had been waiting for. Then that thing came again. This was also what she had been waiting for.
Fan Min'er passed by her door again. Hearing her moans, she peeked through the keyhole. This time, what she saw shocked her, because Yu Xiaobing was still moving, her body throbbing. She was doing this with a man.
In fact, although Yu Xiaobing wasn't actually having sex with a man, she was indeed having sex with something, only Fan Min'er couldn't see it. From Fan Min'er's angle, she also couldn't see the mirror. If she could see the mirror, she would see it.
She stared in disbelief until she saw Yu Xiaobing satisfied and relaxed. She stood up and went back to the room, still incredulous.
She herself was quite promiscuous, never like this even in her youth.
Yu Xiaobing was usually so quiet and proper; she never imagined she could be so capable.
No wonder some people say you can't tell how someone will react in bed from their usual behavior. However, Fan Min'er was still confused.
She clearly saw that Yu Xiaobing wasn't using her own hands, so how was she comforting herself? And she saw that Yu Xiaobing's opening was stretched open; perhaps young people have different methods. She couldn't conveniently tell Yu Hao about this, because she was Yu Hao's sister. Besides, a brother doesn't need to know such private matters about his sister.
However, after seeing this, Fan Min'er's own interest grew stronger. She lay on the bed waiting. Later, Yu Hao came in and saw that she was completely naked, lying on the bed, her arms outstretched.
She stretched out her hands to him and said coquettishly, "I want...come on!"
Yu Hao's interest was piqued.
He closed the door, took off his clothes, went over and embraced her, saying, "This time, I don't think we'll have any lice biting us!"
But this time it was even worse. Just as he got into position to attack, he suddenly felt pain again. This time the pain was excruciating; he tumbled and fell off the bed to the floor.
Fan Min'er exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing?"
Yu Hao's face turned ashen, and he curled up in a ball, unable to even make a sound.
He felt as if a hand was gripping him, gripping the two things that hurt the most in a man, and gripping tighter and tighter. This kind of pain is something only a man can understand. He finally managed to reach out and touch it, and realized that there really was a hand gripping him; this hand was invisible.
The pain was too intense for him to exert any strength to push the hand away. He groaned, "A hand—is holding me!" Fan Min'er was about to get out of bed when she suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and lay back down. She felt something invisible invade her.
The lubricant she had prepared for Yu Hao made it much easier for that thing to enter.
Once inside, it began to thrust and pound violently. For a moment, Fan Min'er forgot about Yu Hao, writhing and groaning on the bed, enjoying its ministrations.
Yu Hao watched from the floor, both in pain and horror.
Suddenly, he glanced at the mirror and saw it. The thing had no body, only a small piece of skin holding it together, moving wildly.
Yu Hao cried out, "Look—in the mirror!" Fan Min'er was half-accepting and half-pushing. She looked in the mirror and saw it.
This was terrifying for her.
She quickly reached out to push it away. Unlike a hand, it couldn't force itself inside her body, nor did it hold her vitals, so she pushed it out.
She grabbed it, and using the mirror's reflection as a reference, threw it. The thing flew straight towards the mirror, hit it, and then fell to the ground with a "thud." At this point, the mirror couldn't reflect it anymore, and it disappeared. Fan Min'er quickly jumped off the bed and stood up.
Now she could also see Yu Hao's situation through the mirror's reflection.
She said, "A hand has grabbed you!"
"I know!" Yu Hao gasped, "Help me...get it away..."
Fan Min'er ran over and knelt beside him, helping to push the hand away.
She couldn't see the mirror, so she couldn't see it, but she could touch it. Together with Yu Hao, they finally pushed the hand away. She not only had sharp nails, but also used her teeth to bite it. The hand seemed finally unable to resist and let go.
Then, the window suddenly shattered with a "bang," and shards of glass flew outwards, indicating the hand had flown away.
Perhaps it took that thing with it. Fan Min'er helped Yu Hao to bed, and Yu Hao rested for a long time before recovering.
Fan Min'er said, "I understand what that thing is now, and it also got your sister!"
"What?" Yu Hao said. Fan Min'er recounted what she had seen of Yu Xiaobing, and added, "No wonder she was acting strangely while eating, always silent and listless."
Yu Hao immediately got up and dressed.
"Where are you going?" Fan Min'er asked.
"I'm trying to figure out a solution!" Yu Hao said. "We can't let this go on!"
"Then what about me?" Fan Min'er said. "You're leaving me behind!"
"You stay with my sister!" Yu Hao shouted. He drove off and sped to the outskirts. An hour later, Yu Hao was frantically digging with a shovel in a wasteland in the woods, two flashlights on the ground for illumination.
He dug out a large cloth bag buried in the ground. The bag was soaked with blood and reeked of foul odors, making one want to vomit, but Yu Hao cursed as he emptied its contents.
He poured a can of gasoline on the ground, preparing to set it on fire. Just then, another flashlight beam shone over. Two policemen appeared, one of them asking, "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Yu Hao froze. One of the policemen shone the contents he had emptied out and exclaimed in shock, "My God! It's dismembered flesh!"
Yu Hao... was arrested and taken to the police station, where he confessed.
His mental state had become very unstable. He confessed that he had been working with a man named Li Hanping in a drug smuggling business. Li Hanping was a single man who never revealed his contacts to him, nor did he disclose his relationship with Yu Hao to those people.
Fan Min'er was originally Li Hanping's mistress, but Li Hanping was getting old, and Fan Min'er could not satisfy him, so she started an affair with Yu Hao.
A few days ago, their affair was discovered by Li Hanping, they argued, and Yu Hao beat Li Hanping to death.
He knew that Li Hanping always kept cash, millions in a box, instead of depositing it in a bank, which was one of Yu Hao's motives for killing him. With
Li Hanping dead, he and Fan Min'er could take the money. As for the body, he dismembered it and brought it to be buried there. Li Hanping had no relatives, and no one investigated his disappearance.
The interrogating detective said, "The body is missing two pieces, where are they?" The two missing pieces were a hand and that organ.
"I don't know," Yu Hao said. "When I brought the bag in, I heard two pieces fall out, but I can't find them.
It's by the pond; they must have fallen into the water. You...you have to find them for me...find them...find them!"
The detectives also arrested Fan Min'er, who confessed to the incident. An investigation of Li Hanping's house revealed traces of blood that remained even after washing. They were convicted.
Although Yu Hao and Fan Min'er bought a new house, they never had the chance to live there. Their new house became their prison.
As for Yu Xiaobing, she completely denied being harassed by the ghostly hand and the ghostly artifact. She had returned to normal and had no memory of the incident. A doctor examined her and found that she was no longer a virgin.
She was baffled by this, but she absolutely refused to believe it was the ghostly hand and artifact.
She thought it was something Yu Hao and Fan Min'er had imagined out of guilt.
After that, the ghostly hand and artifact never appeared again, and Yu Xiaobing was no longer harassed by them.

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