[Urban] Fiery Countryside (Complete) - 25-27

Chapter 216 The Pretty Little Nurse II

Just like that, a young girl in a white t-shirt and tight jeans, chatting with Branch Chief Zhang from afar, suddenly brightened up. Her ears were so sharp; she could hear the sound of falling leaves five meters away! Damn! After seeing Cheese off in his BMW 320, the screeching sound of tires accelerated and disappeared into the horizon. He was in a hurry to reach ecstasy with the big-breasted girl. Zhao Zijie had had enough and was tired. Even with Cheese pushing his butt from behind, he couldn't be sure if he could get into the big-breasted girl's hole. He had Zhang Manyu's room key in his pocket, and Zhao Zijie couldn't help but go to her room. Rather than returning to his cold and desolate hut, he'd rather sleep in Zhang Manyu's fragrant boudoir with her.

Gently push open the door, and a warm, yellow light shines through. The bedside lamp is still on. Maggie Cheung is sleeping quietly on her side with her back to the light. A thin silk quilt is wrapped around her body, and because she is turned over, most of her pink buttocks are exposed. Bathed in the warm yellow light, they look as delicate and smooth as a peach. Zhao Zijie tiptoed in and sat down gently beside her. Several brand-new books sat on the bedside table, the top one being "Challenging Million-Dollar Stores - How to Become a Successful Business Owner." Several pages had already been read, with an A4 sheet serving as a bookmark. Zhao Zijie noticed writing on it, pulled it out, and saw a densely packed pile of words. In the lower left corner, a small figure was drawn with an arrow shooting into its eye, and several lines of hastily written words covered its head and feet: "Stinky Zijie, stinky Zijie, stinky Zijie, stinky Zijie, stinky Zijie." Finally, as if concluding, three large characters were added: "I hate you." Zhao Zijie couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Just as he was about to throw it away, he noticed another line on the back. He looked closely and saw: "Zijie, will you be my girlfriend?" Perhaps she was tired of waiting for Zhao Zijie and wanted to leave him a message, but when she woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't find him, she got up and fiercely crossed it out. Zhao Zijie felt a lump in his throat and his eyes well up with tears. He longed to hold her tightly and say anything. He reached under the thin blanket to caress the beautiful curves of her waist and buttocks. Her full body was naked, slightly warm from her deep sleep. Despite his exhaustion, Zhao Zijie felt a stirring in his groin. His hand unconsciously slid over her breasts, reaching her most alluring spot.

Zhang Manyu lay on her side with her legs pressed tightly together, only a small part of her closed, rose-colored labia visible. They felt dry and warm to his touch. Her dark, glossy pubic hair lay flat against her thighs, and her anus was neatly clenched like flower petals. Perhaps it was because Zhao Zijie touched her sensitive spot, but she stirred and turned over, her body spread wide, hiding herself back under the blanket. She opened her sleepy eyes, smiled, took Zhao Zijie's hand, and placed it on her chest. After a short while, she went back to sleep.

Zhao Zijie felt the soft rise and fall of her chest beneath his hand subside, then slowly pulled his right hand away. Not daring to disturb her, he quickly washed up, then slipped naked under the thin blanket and embraced her from behind. His chest pressed against her smooth back, his uncontrollably erect penis pressed between her tender thighs. Looking from behind, the fine, translucent hairs on her face rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing; she slept sweetly and soundly. She didn't wake up, only clinging to Zhao Zijie's arm with her small hand. Zhao Zijie, initially expecting to have trouble sleeping while hugging a ball of fire, soon fell asleep himself. He slept very soundly.

Zhao Zijie woke up to a series of urgent "snap" sounds. Opening his eyes, he saw two straw-colored curtains fluttering violently in the wind, making him feel as if he were at a company opening ceremony, a sea of green flags flying everywhere. Outside was a narrow alley between two buildings, and the early morning wind blowing into the alley made Zhao Zijie feel as if he were lying on a seawall, his whole body immersed in the gentle breeze. Then Zhao Zijie saw the flagpole, standing straight up between his legs. Most of the thin blanket had slipped off the bed, leaving Zhao Zijie naked on the brass bed covered with pink sheets. Only one part of his body had woken up earlier than him. Zhao Zijie remembered that

this was Zhang Manyu's bed. He sat up and saw that the alarm clock on the bedside table was pointing to 8:50. "Oh no!"

Zhao Zijie thought to himself. The meeting was at 10:00 today, and he needed to have a pre-meeting discussion with the vice presidents first. "Zhang Manyu!" "

Zhao Zijie called out, but there was no response. The bathroom door was open, there were no water stains on the floor, and there was no room to hide anyone. Leaving so early?" Zhao Zijie wondered, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The new book on the bedside table was gone, replaced by another A4 sheet of paper. He pulled it out, and on it were written two lines: "Lazy pig! Time to get up, I won't be responsible if you're late."

"I've placed a seal on you, so don't touch me if you disappear tonight! PS: It's a long-lasting lipstick!"

Zhao Zijie was both annoyed and amused. He seemed to have heard this kind of joke about waking someone up before, but he hadn't expected her to learn it. As for what this "seal" was, what exactly was it? So Zhao Zijie started searching on the pig's body. It wasn't hard to find; on the pale skin above the pubic hair on her lower abdomen, he saw a very conspicuous bright red lip print, pressed very carefully, with a beautiful lip shape. Hey! This mischievous little woman had actually put a chastity belt on Zhao Zijie.

A busy day flew by amidst a series of meetings. Zhao Zijie, carrying a pile of documents, planned to go home and work on a preliminary plan for his vacation, then go to Zhang Manyu's place that evening to review the results. He had contacted A-Guo at the company at noon; A-Guo said his injury wasn't serious—some tendons and muscles had been severed, requiring about twenty stitches last night. He said he'd have some tests done today, and if everything was alright, he could be discharged that afternoon. Aside from avoiding heavy lifting, there wouldn't be any major inconveniences in the short term, and he'd recover in less than two weeks. Just as Zhao Zijie was about to congratulate him, A-Guo unexpectedly said he didn't want to be discharged. Zhao Zijie was surprised and asked why, but A-Guo's answer wasn't unexpected.

He said he'd already met Yu-Zhen yesterday, fulfilling the first requirement of their encounter—a preliminary conversation. He knew she was a nurse in the internal medicine ward, so he planned to go to the internal medicine outpatient clinic today to see if he could get a hospital check-up. If all went well, he might be able to get his hands on this sexy, voluptuous nurse. Of course, Zhao Zijie congratulated him and offered a few more words of blessing. From afar, Zhao Zijie spotted a girl with a simple, straight hairstyle, wearing a white t-shirt and blue skinny jeans, standing outside the apartment building's iron gate. A pair of gold-rimmed round glasses adorned her small face, and she kept tossing her hair around. Zhao Zijie didn't think much of it; in such a large apartment building, he encountered many people every day.

As he approached, he took out his key and was about to insert it when she stepped closer, asking timidly, "Um…are you Mr. Zijie?" Her voice was sweet. So she was waiting for Zhao Zijie. Why was he having so many romantic encounters lately? "Yes, I am!"

Zhao Zijie flashed his most charming smile. "I…I'm Zhong…Zhong Lizhi, a reporter from Meihua News."

"Zhong…Zhong Lizhi?"

Zhao Zijie couldn't resist his playful nature.

"No! No! It's…Zhong Lizhi." Her face flushed, and her bright red lips trembled. How could someone so shy be a reporter? Zhao Zijie couldn't help but think. "Oh...is there something you need?"

Zhao Zijie asked her. "Yesterday we...we seemed to have met, do you...do you remember?"

"Yesterday?"

Zhao Zijie really couldn't recall. "It was...it was at the North Gate Branch...you know the North Gate Branch, right?" She looked expectant.

"Oh...you're...that...that..."

Zhao Zijie seemed to have a vague recollection. "Yes! Yes! I'm Chief Zhang's niece!" She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Zijie remembered the woman with the keen hearing at the branch yesterday; she was Chief Zhang's niece. But what did that have to do with Zhao Zijie? Although she was quite a pure and pretty girl, her makeup was far too over-the-top! The lipstick color was exactly the same as the lipstick mark on Zhao Zijie's lower abdomen. "What can I do for you?" Zhao Zijie glanced at the press pass hanging from her necklace, which read "Xinmin Evening News." "

Well, it's like this! Didn't you and your friend report a case at the police station yesterday? I overheard some details, and my uncle told me a bit too. I found it quite...quite interesting. Would it be convenient to do an interview with you?" As the distance closed, her speech became smoother. Please! How could Zhao Zijie possibly say something like that, let alone have it published in a sleazy magazine like Mei Hua Report? "That's not good! You know it's not something you should talk about!" Her face flushed slightly; of course, she knew it wasn't appropriate to say it.

"But...but...but I haven't been with the magazine for long, and I haven't submitted any articles yet. The editor-in-chief insists that this issue be published." Seeing that Zhao Zijie didn't answer, he continued, "My uncle also said that he has a connection with you, so you should give him face!" Damn it! Using Zhang Jinjian to pressure Zhao Zijie, who cares about him? Zhao Zijie cursed inwardly. "I think you should go to bed 405 in the hospital and ask the person involved. That's the clearest way." In this urgent situation, Zhao Zijie had no choice but to betray A-Guo. "No way...he just kicked me out at noon, he was so mean!" Seeing Zhao Zijie pick up the keys again, she became anxious.

"Hmph! I'm mean too, you should go and beg him." After the entanglement, it was best for Zhao Zijie to slip away as soon as the door was opened. Zhao Zijie, shirtless and wearing only a pair of undershirts, was hunched over the drawing table, drawing the entry and exit routes. "Beep..." The doorbell rang again. This was the third time, every fifteen minutes. Zhong Liti's persistence was indeed impressive, but why didn't she try to pester A-Guo? Zhao Zijie couldn't help but admire her, and he couldn't bear to see such a beauty out in the cold. "But how should I deal with her?"

Zhao Zijie picked up a large steel cup of coffee, sipping it as he pondered.

After a long while, an idea came to him. Since she wanted sex, then Zhao Zijie would give her a big dose of sex! After getting ready, Zhao Zijie, without even putting on a coat, casually opened the door in just his underwear. Ms. Zhong, who had been all smiles, blushed and quickly turned her head away upon seeing Zhao Zijie, stammering, "You...you...would you like to put on some clothes?"

Zhao Zijie chuckled inwardly, but still said coolly, "No! I'm planning to take a shower after the interview. Are you coming in or not?" She didn't want to leave again, so she followed Zhao Zijie to the sofa, her face still flushed.

"You must be tired! Being a reporter must be tough, huh?"

Zhao Zijie asked casually. "It's alright! It depends on what kind of reporter you are!" She finally turned her head, only daring to look Zhao Zijie in the eye. "Yes! Reporters on TV are so powerful. Big shots are terrified of them, and everyone tries their best to win them over. Aren't they powerful?"

Zhao Zijie continued his rambling. "That's a minority, after all. Small-time reporters like us are constantly watched by editors at the company, and then we get the cold shoulder outside. It's pathetic, and most reporters are like that." Her beautiful eyes were filled with a bitter smile.

Zhao Zijie thought her eyes were very bright and clear, and even with large glasses, they didn't lose any of their charm. But! Zhao Zijie still needed to use a more drastic approach. "Can I call you Lizhi? I'm quite familiar with your uncle. Although he's not much older than you, you're like his own niece." He wanted to build rapport first. "Okay! Then how about I call you Brother Zijie?" A closer relationship meant a faster way to get the news! Seeing that she dared to look directly at the half-naked Zhao Zijie, he thought, it's time. So Zhao Zijie shifted his body slightly, crossed his left leg on the sofa, and felt a "thud" as something fell onto the right leg of his short, wide underwear. Thinking about her reaction, he felt a surge of pleasure; the thing slowly swelled and pressed against his underwear. From her angle, she should be able to see a hairy thing.

"Great! This makes the interview more intimate,"

Zhao Zijie replied. She let out a soft cry, her face turning as red as an apple, down to her ears. "You...you...you..." She stared at Zhao Zijie's crotch, forgetting to turn her head away, too embarrassed to speak. "What's wrong?"

Zhao Zijie feigned ignorance, glancing down to see that his penis hadn't grown long enough for him to see. She turned her head, panting, her voluptuous body shifting slightly to the side. After a long while, she finally managed to speak: "N-nothing...nothing! Can we talk about yesterday?" She dared not mention seeing his penis.

Zhao Zijie wouldn't let her off the hook. He turned his bulging pants around, still pointing them at her, and said, "Shouldn't you ask about my basic information first?" Ha! She saw it again, her bright eyes welling up with tears of embarrassment. She twisted her neck to the side, but fearing being misunderstood as disrespectful to Zhao Zijie, she forced a look at him with her clear black and white eyes. "What's wrong? Aren't you tired of twisting your neck like that?"

Zhao Zijie teased her, knowing the answer already.

She blinked heavily, exhaled a long, fragrant breath, her firm breasts bobbing up and down in her t-shirt for a moment, before finally deciding to speak. "You...you...your...that's coming out." She pouted, extending her slender finger to indicate, her blushing expression captivating Zhao Zijie. "What is it?"

Zhao Zijie pretended to look down, but still had to ask. "That...that...that...the thing inside my pants...that thing!" "But I can't explain it clearly no matter how I try."

Zhao Zijie seemed to suddenly realize something, lowered his left leg, and reached down to touch his crotch, his penis still pressing against it: "Oh dear! Sorry! It just wants to get close to pretty girls, I can't control it!"

"Brother Zijie! You...you...you're so naughty!" Her light anger and reproach were truly irresistible. "Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?" It was time to move on to the next move. Seeing Zhao Zijie stand up, she could only agree.

"Coffee is fine!" No matter what you chose, Zhao Zijie only had lukewarm coffee for you. "I just brewed some Mandheling, and there's half a pot left on the stove, so please have some!" He picked up the mug, poured all the strong coffee from the pot into it, thinking the stronger the better, and added four butterballs and seven or eight spoonfuls of rock sugar, stirring it until the coffee was as thick as cornstarch. Holding a large cup of hot coffee, Zhao Zijie carefully approached her, feigning concern by calling out, "Careful! Careful! It's hot!" He pretended to trip over a table leg, stumbling and spilling the warm coffee all over her, landing face-first on her voluptuous body. His hands reflexively pulled in and out, finding themselves firmly on her round, firm breasts. Feeling the soft, smooth flesh beneath his hands, and smelling the faint fragrance of her body near her hairline, his heart skipped a beat, and his penis instantly sprang to life, as if pressing against something hard. A sidelong glance revealed it was pressed firmly against her crotch. "Ah...hot!" she cried out instinctively as the coffee spilled, but by the time she realized it wasn't so hot anymore, Zhao Zijie had already pinned her to the sofa, his hands firmly holding her private and sensitive areas.

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"Ah..." she cried out again, her face against Zhao Zijie's gradually burning hot, her firm breasts heaving with each breath, her movements a magnificent display of her strength. After a long while, she pushed Zhao Zijie away, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes filled with annoyance and a hint of restlessness. Silently, she pulled a tissue from the table and began wiping the water off her body. Zhao Zijie saw that her white t-shirt was soaked from the right side of her chest down to the hem, completely stained brown. Although the water had been wiped away, the stain was still clearly visible. The crotch and thighs of her tight jeans were also soaked, the blue turning a darker blue; her underwear might even be wet. "I...I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry to have gotten you so wet, what am I going to do?"

Zhao Zijie asked, looking panicked.

"You...you did this on purpose!" she complained. "Why do you say that? Do I look like that kind of person?" "I hope she doesn't storm off in a huff; the real show is yet to come." "Look at her! How is she supposed to get home like this?" She pouted, clearly blaming Zhao Zijie. "Hmm... I think this is better... I'll lend you some clothes. You can take a shower and change. I'll take your dirty clothes to the washing machine, spin them out, and hang them up to dry. We'll see what to do when you leave!"

"..." She thought for a moment, and it seemed like this was the only solution.

Zhao Zijie took a black t-shirt and white athletic shorts from the closet and handed them to her. She didn't look at them closely, went into the bathroom, took off her clothes, and handed the dirty clothes out through a small crack in the door. Then the sound of running water filled the air. Zhao Zijie thought to himself, "She really doesn't know any better. Isn't she afraid I'll barge in and rape her while she's naked? Girls these days are getting more and more open; they don't even have the most basic sense of danger." Luckily, she remembered to lock the door, otherwise, Zhao Zijie might have barged in himself.

The dirty clothes were carefully wrapped into a ball. Just as she was about to throw them into the washing machine on the balcony, she discovered a white bra and panties inside. A quick touch revealed the bra was wet, and a corner of the panties was damp. Wearing them must have been incredibly uncomfortable and sticky; no wonder she had changed them all. Taking this opportunity, Zhao Zijie carefully examined the small pair of underwear in his hands. They were white silk with lace trim, very delicate. The thin panties were almost transparent except for the double-layered fabric in the center. Like a normal man, Zhao Zijie brought them close to his nose and sniffed them. The bra was mostly wet, with a strong coffee and milky smell—probably from creamer! The panties were only damp at the waist, and the genital area was slightly yellowed from wear, with a faint, almost invisible, transparent discharge. It smelled strongly of vaginal discharge, giving him a jolt.

The sound of water stopped for two or three minutes, but she still didn't come out. Zhao Zijie knew she was too scared to come out, but could she hide inside forever? After a while, the ugly daughter-in-law finally had to meet her in-laws. The door slowly opened, revealing a ripe red apple, then a delicate body draped in a loose t-shirt, and finally, her hands tightly gripping her buttocks as she reluctantly followed. "I knew you were naughty, deliberately teasing me!" She glared at Zhao Zijie fiercely.

"What? I was obediently washing your clothes, and you didn't appreciate my kindness!"

Zhao Zijie protested. She angrily clutched the hem of her pants, her face flushing red and then pale. Seeing Zhao Zijie's innocent, wronged expression, she was indignant. She let go of his pants and yelled, "Look at you! Look at you! How can you wear these pants like this! They're almost completely exposed! And you haven't even teased me yet?" A pair of white sweatpants were slit up to her thighs, revealing most of her snow-white buttocks and her slender, straight thighs.

The scene was incredibly erotic. Thinking that she wasn't wearing any underwear, Zhao Zijie's crotch involuntarily pitched a full 135 degrees, pulling his underpants straight and shiny. She was startled when she saw this, quickly lowered her head, and sat down on the sofa. "Hmph! It wasn't intentional. What's wrong with letting someone see a little? You were peeking at me, weren't you?"

"You...you...you...it just popped out on its own, and...it wasn't because I wanted to see." In his anxiety, he stammered again.

Zhao Zijie swore he'd never been so happy. Seeing her sitting obediently on the sofa, completely forgetting her purpose for coming, the dizziness on her face hadn't subsided since she entered—she looked like a helpless little wife. "Hey! Li Ti! If you're not going to interview me, I'm going to take a shower first. Look, my crotch is all wet!" She didn't dare look, turning her head away to the other side. Zhao Zijie chuckled inwardly, still carrying a pair of underpants, and went into the bathroom, deliberately leaving the door half-closed. Luckily, the bathroom was at the other end of the room, a good five steps from the sofa; otherwise, she would definitely call him an exhibitionist, which wouldn't be fun. It would be more interesting if she thought it was an unintentional exposure.

Before she came in, Zhao Zijie had already moved the movable full-length mirror next to the wardrobe to the bathroom side, carefully calculating the angle against the wall so that she could enjoy a male spectacle starring him from her sofa. "Hey!" "This is a free bonus!"

Zhao Zijie perked up, twisted his waist and puffed out his chest in front of the bathroom mirror, pulled down his pants, and his heart sank into a bad feeling. Zhang Manyu's bright red lipstick mark was still on his lower abdomen, but no matter how he looked at it, it was only a faint red shadow. Could it be that he had sweated too much during the day and let it wash away? If he washed it off now, wouldn't his chance to kiss her tonight be gone? What should he do?

He glanced at the dressing mirror. Li Ti hadn't noticed the secret in the dressing mirror yet. She was standing in front of the drawing table with her back to the mirror, looking at Zhao Zijie's planning drawings. A flash of inspiration appeared in Zhao Zijie's mind, and he made up his mind. As the sound of rushing water filled the air, Zhao Zijie noticed her turn away and return to the sofa, her long black hair askew as she pondered something. She then pulled a notebook from her purse and began writing something. Zhao Zijie dared not look directly into the mirror, because if their eyes met, she would know he was looking at her too, and the whole act would be over.

Now Zhao Zijie was soaking wet, and she was still writing. Zhao Zijie coughed heavily several times. Ah! She looked up, her eyes brightening, finally noticing the secret in the mirror. After looking at herself for a while, she felt embarrassed. She thought for a moment, then lowered her head to continue writing, but seemed distracted, her hands barely moving. Less than thirty seconds later, she finally couldn't resist putting down her pen and paper and looking up again.

Zhao Zijie, his face hidden behind the mirror, tried to sneak peeks out of the corner of his eye. He knew she wouldn't let this opportunity to spy slip by; after all, everyone has a deep-seated curiosity, and when given the chance to pry into someone's privacy, they wouldn't easily let it pass. So Zhao Zijie shifted his body, maximizing the angle at which his male characteristics were displayed, and prepared to begin his performance. First, Zhao Zijie lowered his head, poured shampoo on his hair, and prepared... He started washing his hair, reflecting his firm buttocks through the mirror so she could see his thick arms, strong waist, and taut male buttocks.

If she looked closely, she could even see his drooping scrotum and chocolate-colored anus. Looking in the mirror, Zhao Zijie saw her eyes widen, her body motionless like a clay sculpture, only her hair fluttering in the breeze from the window. As Zhao Zijie rinsed off the shampoo, she grabbed a tissue to wipe her sweat. Then, Zhao Zijie lathered himself with shower gel and began to shower, because... Knowing he was being spied on, his penis remained violently erect, its shaft arching upwards, pointing diagonally towards the ceiling, the glans the size of a kiwi, gleaming a deep red.

Turning around, Zhao Zijie revealed his side to her, then, thinking the steam from the hot water might obstruct her view, he reached out and stopped the shower, letting the steam dissipate slightly. Then, with his iron-like penis still erect, he washed his chest, abdomen, and armpits. As the image became clearer, she was probably aroused by the male body in the mirror, her body burning hot, her legs restlessly opening to breathe. Zhao... Zijie could vaguely see a dark mass inside her pants and her pale, pink buttocks pressed against the sofa. She pulled out a second tissue and started wiping the fog off her glasses.

The thought of her vulva surely starting to secrete fluids sent a tingling, unbearable urge through Zhao Zijie's penis. While glancing at the shadow in her pants, he fantasized about thrusting inside her, his right hand gripping his penis and rubbing it back and forth. Suddenly, her mouth gaped open in the mirror, her pink neck jutting out, a look of embarrassment and disbelief on her face. The more she stared, the more... It felt so good rubbing, and then Zhao Zijie saw her reach into her shorts with a tissue in her right hand and start wiping herself.

Zhao Zijie couldn't imagine any more sensual way to arouse her, except for obscenely swaying her little buttocks. Well then! Zhao Zijie would go all the way! Holding his penis, Zhao Zijie began thrusting and contracting his hips in a masturbation motion he'd never done before, as if he were a real stud on stage, even Ricky Martin couldn't compare. She must have never seen such a realistic stud show; at least the studs outside wore thongs, but Zhao Zijie, this stud, didn't even... The veins on his penis were clearly visible. She seemed truly stunned, her eyes fixed on the mirror, her chest heaving with each breath. Her small hand, now inside her trousers, was no longer wiping; to Zhao Zijie, it looked more like rubbing.

The thought that such a pure and beautiful young woman was watching Zhao Zijie lewdly rub his clitoris, and that this clumsy method of masturbation—moving only with his waist and no hands—had actually taken him to the summit of Mount Everest, made him dizzy. His glans swelled uncontrollably, tingling with a numbing sensation. Just a second before he was about to climax, Zhao Zijie turned to face the mirror, his eyes meeting her relaxed... His gaze fell upon her, and a stream of white, cloudy semen sprayed violently onto the water-stained wall as she watched. The moment her eyes met Zhao Zijie's lustful gaze, her body trembled, her pretty face flushed with shame, and she buried herself in the sofa beside her, refusing to get up.

This bath had been incredibly pleasurable for Zhao Zijie; less than three minutes later, he shamelessly emerged, whistling and smelling fresh. She no longer cared that most of her buttocks were sticking out of her pants; she covered her face with her arms and buried herself deep in the sofa. "Little Lizhi, did you enjoy it?"

Zhao Zijie was practically dying of pleasure. She didn't move, too ashamed to look at him. "Did you like your performance, Brother Zijie?"

Zhao Zijie asked her again.

She remained silent, her delicate shoulders trembling slightly, and she began to sob quietly. Zhao Zijie hadn't expected to make her cry, and he panicked, sitting down beside her close. He gently stroked her shoulders, waiting quietly for her to calm down. After a long while, the sobbing stopped, and her entire body seemed to merge with the sofa. In the large room, apart from the howling of the night wind outside the window, there was no other sound. Finally, Zhao Zijie broke the silence to comfort her: "My dear Lizhi! Don't cry! Brother Zijie won't laugh at you." There was another silence, and then her indistinct voice finally came from the sofa: "Ugh...you...you're even worse than that guy from that country, this...playing with me like this, I...I...I have no face to show anyone, ugh...ugh...what should I do?...How can I...how can I face anyone?" Her voice was nasal; she was truly heartbroken.

Zhao Zijie thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to comfort her. "Hmm... then tell me, how can I face people like this, masturbating like this?" He had no choice but to start with himself. "You're different... you... you're a boy, boys all masturbate... but I'm a girl!" A muffled voice drifted over. "We're all human, there's no such big difference. Both boys and girls have the right to pursue pleasure, and besides, I was just teasing you on purpose. You had no idea that I was being watched."

"I don't care! You saw me doing something so embarrassing... what am

I supposed to do now!" Did Zhao Zijie really have to help her? Why didn't she just marry him? Zhao Zijie really wanted to say that, but he gently said, "I've seen girls masturbate with vibrators before, and I'm not surprised at all. In fact, I like it. After all, if I can do it, why can't girls? It would be too selfish not to accept it!" Even Maggie Cheung had betrayed him; if this didn't work, Zhao Zijie was out of options. After a long pause, she turned her head, her face streaked with tears, and asked, "Really?"

"Yes! Really."

Zhao Zijie nodded emphatically.

"But...but...you have to swear you won't laugh at me...and...you can't tell anyone else." She looked at Zhao Zijie pleadingly. Helpless, Zhao Zijie raised his right hand and loudly recited his oath: "I swear on my chastity that I will never laugh at Li Ti, and I will never reveal to a third party Li Ti's lewd deeds tonight." Ha! She finally stopped crying and laughed, grabbing her purse from the ground and throwing it at Zhao Zijie's head: "You...you still have a virginity? And...and...what lewd things have I done!"

Afraid of being hit by the purse, Zhao Zijie ducked, his face pressed against the round, pink buttocks barely covered by white sweatpants. The fresh scent of shower gel and the strong, pungent smell of a woman's vulva filled his nostrils, and his eyes caught a glimpse of her plump, wet labia, glistening with vaginal fluid. The dense pubic hair and even the pores were clearly visible. Zhao Zijie couldn't resist and stuck out his tongue to touch the droplets of fluid between her labia.

The moment his tongue touched her, she jumped up as if electrocuted: "You...you...you can't...I just met you today!" Her face flushed, she hid behind the drawing table. "We just met, and you've already secretly seen my whole body, and you're so excited about it." "Of course, I'll get my share too, no matter what." Zhao Zijie said, sitting up comfortably on the sofa. She stood there sulking for a while, finally managing to think of something to say: "Whatever... we'll take it slow!" Zhao Zijie chuckled inwardly, unsure whether to start with foreplay or slowly build a relationship with her. He finally voiced his final request: "Sure, but you have to promise me one thing!"

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She opened her beautiful eyes slightly, looking eager to hear the details, so Zhao Zijie had no choice but to continue: "Um... give me a kiss here!" He pulled down his pants with his left hand, revealing a thick triangle of skin, and pointed to that white plain with his right. For a moment, not only was she blushing and standing there awkwardly, but Zhao Zijie himself also felt a burning sensation on his face. The number of people blushing in the room had increased to two. Zhao Zijie thought she was no longer unfamiliar with his body; she had witnessed every organ and every unsightly primal reaction. Now, simply asking her to leave a lip print on him was child's play.

Without asking any questions, her two long, straight, pink legs returned. She gracefully bent down in front of Zhao Zijie, letting her beautiful black hair cascade over his chest and abdomen, while her warm, moist lips pressed against his slightly trembling belly. Through the gaps in her hair, Zhao Zijie saw her flushed cheeks and elegantly closed eyelids. His hands encircled her straight thighs, gently resting on the juncture of her shapely legs and hips. There was no flinching, no displeasure whatsoever. This kiss, though in an absurd place, felt as natural as the changing seasons.

Inexplicably, something seemed to have happened between them, yet they couldn't quite grasp what it truly meant. Just as her cherry lips parted, Zhao Zijie heard her say with a sigh, "I...I never thought you had this kind of hobby!"

Seeing the bright red lipstick mark that had returned to his lower abdomen, Zhao Zijie blurted out in a flash, "You...were you wearing long-lasting lipstick?" Her sparkling eyes smiled, "You're so silly! These days, long-lasting lipsticks don't fade; how could a kiss leave a lipstick mark?"

Zhao Zijie was startled, slapping his thigh hard with his right hand, inwardly relieved that he had almost fallen for Zhang Manyu's trick. This woman was truly beyond just being cunning and sly.

Something inexplicably had changed between Zhao Zijie and Li Zhi, and the time and space that followed were filled with restraint and awkwardness. Zhao Zijie thought she needed time to catch her breath. So Zhao Zijie let her pick out a satisfactory outfit from the wardrobe and then escaped. The unfinished visit would be left for another time, the next time she came to retrieve the white t-shirt and blue low-waisted skinny jeans that were fluttering in the breeze on the balcony. At 8:40, the night was getting deeper. Zhao Zijie opened the window and looked across at Maggie Cheung's building. Less than 40% of the windows were lit up. Perhaps most of the residents in the new building were young office workers who had left their hometowns and were used to spending the first half of the night in the glittering, extravagant world of nightlife, not thinking of returning home until they were completely broke and empty-handed.

Maggie Cheung's light was on, and there was a shadow moving behind the open window. Focusing his gaze, he could tell it was Maggie Cheung and the man named Zhiping. The two seemed to be arguing fiercely. Maggie Cheung sat on the edge of the bed, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief, while the man waved his hands constantly, as if to emphasize his burning anger. Concerned about Zhang Manyu's situation, Zhao Zijie quickly pulled out a single-lens reflex camera from under the table, expertly focused it, and soon, he passed through the space and entered Zhang Manyu's boudoir. Zhiping, a middle-aged man with a dark complexion, now looked furious, muttering a string of words. He then stretched out his right hand beside him, his bull-like eyes fixed on Zhang Manyu. Zhao Zijie could read a few words from his lips: "How could you do this to me?" Zhang Manyu continued wiping away tears, pondered for a moment, and then softly replied with a few words that Zhao Zijie couldn't decipher. He only saw Zhiping begin to pace anxiously, circling repeatedly, before finally grabbing the bedside lamp and smashing it against the wall. A crisp cracking sound pierced the night. As Zhiping lost control of his emotions, Zhang Manyu's tears flowed like a burst dam. She uttered, "Go away! Go away!" and then buried her face in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Upon hearing those words, Zhiping seemed to go mad. His face turned from red to purple, his anger simmering, and in no time, his short, stocky frame pressed against Zhang Manyu, trying to pull her into his arms.

Zhang Manyu, however, desperately flailed her arms, refusing to let him succeed. Her slender elbows struck Zhiping's arms, chest, and neck, but to no avail. Her frail body was quickly pulled into Zhiping's embrace, but she continued to writhe, trying to break free. Zhiping held her tightly, struggling relentlessly for a long time. Even with red scratches appearing on her fair skin and tears soaking the sheets, Zhang Manyu still desperately wanted to escape Zhiping's embrace.

Unable to soothe her sense of loss, unwilling to let her true feelings slip away, her disappointment fueled resentment, and her patience quickly ran out. Zhiping slapped Zhang Manyu hard on the back of the head, knocking her sprawled on the bed. His hairy hands and feet came at her, and with a burst of brute force, he pinned her struggling body to his knees. Zhang Manyu's legs continued to twist, her delicate white hands clenched into pink fists as she tried to fight back, but her attacks were all futile against his iron-like arms.

Zhao Zijie was furious. He had initially thought that as Zhang Manyu's new boyfriend, he wouldn't dare to intrude on their private affairs. Now, seeing this man not only showing no tenderness but also resorting to brute force, a grown man actually hitting a frail woman, he couldn't tolerate it any longer. He grabbed an aluminum baseball bat from the wall and charged towards the opposite room.

Zhang Manyu's door was locked, and he could hear groans and struggles coming from inside. Remembering that it had taken him four or five minutes to go up and down the stairs, Zhao Zijie feared something might happen to Zhang Manyu, so he kicked the door. Unexpectedly, the door didn't open, and he was thrown back two or three steps, his right ankle throbbing. Time was of the essence, so he didn't bother to soothe the pain in his foot. Zhao Zijie pulled out his key and opened the door, the baseball bat at his shoulder, ready to deliver a crushing blow.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, a dark, blurry object flew towards his head. Zhao Zijie felt a sharp pain in his elbow as he reflexively raised it to shield himself, followed by a violent impact to his right shoulder, forehead, and jaw from a metallic object. With a loud "bang!", Zhao Zijie slammed backward against the open door. A warm liquid streamed down his face, blurring his vision. Inside the room, Zhiping stared at Zhao Zijie with a savage grin, his penis, stained with a little semen, hanging outside his pants. Zhang Manyu had a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, her hair disheveled, her black shorts and beige thong pulled down to her knees, exposing her entire snow-white buttocks. Her delicate body twisted a few times under the large hand, unable to break free. With tears welling in her eyes, Zhang Manyu looked at Zhao Zijie with concern and asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Zijie steadied himself, opened his right eye, which was almost blinded by blood, gripped the baseball bat, and swung it at Zhiping by the bedside. Zhiping confidently grabbed the bed sheet and shoved it forward, catching the blow steadily. He then kicked Zhao Zijie against the door with his right leg. A sharp, aching pain shot through Zhao Zijie's abdomen. He curled up, a bitter taste rising in his throat, and his vision blurred. Before he could even struggle to his feet, Zhiping's shadow loomed over him, raining down blows on him relentlessly. The tearing pain spread through every organ, and Zhao Zijie fainted from the agony. When he finally awoke, he found himself bound like a dumpling and thrown into a corner. The room was a mess; the door was tightly shut, and the small chair from the dressing table lay overturned beside it, its stainless steel legs stained with traces of dark red blood.

The aluminum rod was now in Zhiping's hands. He slung it over his shoulder, his beast-like eyes fixed on Zhao Zijie. "How are you? Awake now?"

"What do you want?"

Zhao Zijie looked at Zhang Manyu, still sobbing, beneath him and said hatefully. "Don't you even know your own limitations? So useless, yet you try to be a hero." Zhiping's lips curled into a contemptuous smile. "What exactly do you intend to do to Zhang Manyu?"

Zhao Zijie asked again, suddenly smelling the stench of urine on his face, and in front of him was a pool of yellowish liquid, forming a yellow puddle. "Heh! You only deserve to drink my urine, yet you dare to steal my woman." He grinned ferociously.

Knowing that he had actually used his own urine to wake Zhao Zijie, Zhao Zijie's anger flared, and he wanted to stand up and fight him to the death, but unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, his legs went weak, and with a "thud!" he fell back to the ground. "Damn it, that bitch! I not only gave her money to pay for her family's funeral, gave her a house to shelter her from the wind and rain, but I also helped her find a job. Just recently, I even considered funding her to open a shop. It's fine that she doesn't appreciate my kindness, but today she tells me I can't contact her anymore!" He got angrier and angrier, picked up the baseball bat, and smashed it against the brass bed with a loud bang.

"Damn it! I pretended to be polite and honest all for her sake, but I didn't expect her to say she wants to break up with me today. Isn't she treating all my efforts and sacrifices over the past six months like dog shit?"

"Tell me!...Is it because of you?" He pointed the baseball bat directly at Zhao Zijie's face. Zhao Zijie utterly despised his sore loser status, raising his head and shouting, "So what if she is? Feelings can't be forced. She only feels gratitude towards you, not love at all, don't you know that? But I fell in love with her at first sight!" He interrupted Zhao Zijie, "I didn't demand her love, I just want her to stay with me obediently, is that not enough!" He glanced at Zhang Manyu, then continued, "Which day haven't I cared about her life, haven't I thought about her needs, and yet she treats me like this!" His large, bull-like eyes were filled with grief and indignation. Zhao Zijie could only look at this pathetic sore loser with extreme contempt. "Fine! Fine! Love at first sight, is that it? I'll show you what a tragic love story looks like." Unable to vent his anger, he decided to retaliate against Zhao Zijie's gaze with action. He grabbed Zhang Manyu's bare buttocks, his right hand, having put down the baseball bat, smearing it against her reddened vulva. "No...no...don't...don't..." Zhang Manyu struggled to crawl forward.

"You filthy bitch, if you climb again, I'll smash your piss-eating boyfriend with a baseball bat," he threatened. Maggie Cheung turned her delicate neck and looked at Zhao Zijie with a sorrowful expression, her face full of heartache and reluctance. "Ha! You can't bear to part with me, can you? I'm going to show him how much pleasure I can give you in every one of your holes, let him know just how much your body loves me, hey! That way he won't dare to talk nonsense anymore."

"You...you...you can't do this...didn't you just say you loved me madly...how can you be so cruel to me?" Maggie Cheung pleaded with him, tears streaming down her face.

"Hey! Isn't this exactly what I'm going to do to you? Do you expect me to turn around and love you back?" He forcefully spread her pink buttocks, revealing her slightly swollen labia. "Pee-eating bastard! See? This is the hole I've fucked morning and night, fucked thousands and hundreds of times. You'll see how much your hole loves my cock in a moment!" The hand holding the glans hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said to Maggie Cheung, "If you can't bear to see your piss-eating boyfriend get hit with a baseball bat, then grab your own cock and shove it into your cunt."

"Waaah...waaah...don't do this to me...don't do this to me..." Maggie Cheung lay on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. With a "clang!" the baseball bat flew to Zhao Zijie's feet. Zhiping said with a ferocious expression, "You bitch! You better behave! Don't think I really won't knock him out again! If you don't behave, I'll knock him out again for you to see." Maggie Cheung saw the aluminum bat fly to Zhao Zijie's feet behind her, and no matter how unwilling she was, she had no choice but to submit. She raised her upper body, still sticking out her buttocks, and grabbed the thick, short, red, swollen cock with her other hand, shoving it between her legs. The round glans parted the pink labia and slowly advanced into the vagina, and as it went deeper, the vagina swelled up more and more. "Ugh..." Maggie Cheung's cherry lips made a painful sound.

"Why aren't you moaning anymore? Aren't you the one who loves moaning the most?" Zhiping said viciously. "

..." Zhang Manyu didn't answer him. "Fine! Then I'll make that piss-eater faint again!" Zhiping pretended to get up. "No...uh...uh...oh...oh..." Zhang Manyu grabbed his penis and pushed it a little further into her vagina, moaning half-truthfully. "That's enough, start shaking your ass and fucking my penis!" With two-thirds of his penis inside, Zhiping slapped her pink buttocks and commanded. On her round buttocks, her two rose-like labia clung tightly to his penis, swaying back and forth.

"Why aren't you moaning anymore?" Zhiping's dog mouth uttered vicious words again. "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." Zhang Manyu let out rhythmic moans, her open vagina, with a little bit of vaginal fluid, swallowing and spitting out the thick, short penis. "Mmm...oh...damn you stinking bitch, you're playing a tape! Zhao Zijie, I bet you really want Zhao Zijie to beat up your piss-eating boyfriend!" Zhiping was getting excited, but his mind was still perfectly clear. "Say it! ...You like me fucking you! You want me fucking you every day and every night!" Zhiping played with words to fuel his lust.

"Oh...I...I...I...like...giving...you...fucking! Every...day...every...night...I...want...to...give...you...fucking!" Zhang Manyu repeated his words helplessly, her pink buttocks shaking faster and faster. "Oh...say...say...your pussy itches when you see my cock, you want to be fucked!" Zhiping added. "Oh...oh...ah...ah...seeing...your...cock...cock...my...pussy...it...itches...I...want...want...to be...fucked...by...you!" A few drops of lustful fluid dripped from her swollen labia, flowing down her pink and white thighs.

"Ah...tell me...tell me your cunt is so lewd, it lets dogs, cows, and pigs fuck it, but it won't let piss-eaters fuck it." Zhiping's dark face turned deep red, he was on the verge of collapse. "Ah...ah ah...my...cunt...is...so...lewd...let...dogs...and...cows...fuck...but...it...won't...let...piss...fuck..."

"Oh...ah...fuck...fuck your mother...pee...pee...fuck...fuck people!" Zhiping cursed, grabbing her pink buttocks with both hands and thrusting wildly like a bell. Zhao Zijie saw Zhang Manyu's vulva swollen and red from being penetrated, and tears welled up in his eyes. The wound beside his eye was soaked and throbbing. "Oh...oh...ah ah...I...I'll fuck your...broken bastard...stinky cock...slutty cunt...ah...ah...ah ah ah..." A string of vulgar curses came out. Zhiping's face turned purple, and his penis swelled and turned purple as well. Each time he thrust hard, he squeezed the plump labia majora outwards. "Oh...oh...ah..." Zhang Manyu didn't let him breathe. She thrust hard to the base of his penis again and again, making his labia hit his scrotum and make Zijie's lewd sounds. "Ah...ah...Zhao Zijie...fuck your old cunt..." Zhiping gripped her pink buttocks tightly, thrusting hard against her cervix. Her dark, hairy buttocks trembled with each thrust, and she was about to be swallowed by the sea of lust.

Chapter 219 Pretty Little Nurse Five

"Now it's time for the one who eats urine to come on stage." Zhiping turned to look at Zhao Zijie, shook his head and said, "Hmm...his penis was scared and shrank back...hmm...he's really useless!" He thought for a moment seriously, then suddenly said with a bright smile, "Since the penis is useless, but we can't ignore his rights, we'll just have to use his own baseball bat instead." Zhang Manyu, who was still lying on the bed panting, was so frightened by these words that she struggled to move to the edge of the bed. Her vagina, which was gushing with semen, left a white wet trail on the sheets.

"Damn it, you dare do this? Unless you kill me, you'll regret it!"

Zhao Zijie warned him fiercely. If he dared to do this to Zhang Manyu, he would stab any male relative, mother, sister, or even ancestors for eight generations with a stick, and if it was a female, he would have hundreds of men rape her. "Heh! I'll do it anyway, let's see what you can do about it!" His beast-like eyes gleamed strangely, he was utterly depraved.

"Ah... Help! Murder! Help!" Zhang Manyu was terrified of the impending doom and screamed for help at the top of her lungs. Before she could even get off the bed, Zhiping grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to her original position, stuffing a wad of handkerchief into her mouth. "Heh! Heh! Heh! Zhao Zijie, it'll be bad if I don't tie you up." Zhiping turned and searched for rope. Zhao Zijie, his anger turning into a strange calm, suddenly remembered the T28 in his pocket, and a glimmer of hope flashed through his mind.

Zhiping used brute force to make Zhang Manyu kneel on the bed, twisting her arms behind her back, her hands clasped together, fingers interlocked. She was completely bound from wrist to thigh with rope, resembling a butterfly with folded wings. Then he pushed Zhang Manyu onto the bed, exposing her open vulva, even her anus completely visible. "Hey! Get ready! Look, your pussy is still drooling!" Zhiping rubbed her swollen labia with an aluminum rod. "Ugh...ugh..." Zhang Manyu's mouth was stuffed with a cloth, struggling to speak. The thought of being bound in this position, her most private parts exposed, made her lower her head in shame, silently weeping.

"Ugh...it can even move...this piss-eating stick will definitely feel amazing later!" Zhiping lightly touched the tip of the stick to her labia. Zhang Manyu felt a chill of fear, and her labia tightened. "Seriously! It's so tight, isn't that just making the baseball bat too easy?" Zhiping said, rubbing the baseball bat back and forth along the junction of the anus, perineum, and vulva. The semen flowing from the vagina spread layer by layer on the golden tip of the bat, forming a shimmering, erotic toy. "Hmm... okay, now you shouldn't feel any pain, you might even feel incredibly good." Zhiping lifted the bat, increasingly satisfied with his masterpiece. He spat heavily on the tip, his right hand gripping Zhang Manyu's constantly writhing pink buttocks, about to insert the thick, arm-like bat into the tight vagina.

Zhao Zijie's eyes widened in rage. How could he bear to see Zhang Manyu suffer such perverse torture? He coughed up a mouthful of phlegm mixed with blood and spat it onto Zhao Zijie, roaring at the top of his lungs, "Damn it, are you even human? Yesterday she was your girlfriend, and today you treat her like this!" He stopped, glanced at Zhao Zijie, and burst into wild laughter, "Ha! What I can't have, no one else can have either, especially not a woman who betrayed me. I'll make her hate being a woman." Seeing the veins bulging on Zhao Zijie's neck in anger, he felt a surge of pleasure and continued, "And by the way, tell..." "Let me tell you, when I was little, Zhiming from the next village wouldn't let me ride his bicycle, so I snatched it and lay it in the middle of the road to let a truck run it over. In high school, Xiaoli in my class wouldn't let me kiss her, so I cut the brake cable on her motorcycle. She got into an accident and is still using crutches now. And Manjun, who betrayed me last year, hey! Hey! She's still making money as a prostitute in Zhupuzai, Taoyuan today. Tell me... do I dare or not?"

Zhao Zijie was just stalling for time. Seeing the beastly glint in his eyes, Zhao Zijie swore that if he dared to sleep with his own parents, what in the world wouldn't he dare to do? Taking advantage of this moment, Zhao Zijie rubbed his thigh against the corner of the wall and popped open the spring of the T28, ready to answer his voice dialing. (The phone was an Ericsson factory-made mobile phone; pressing the cover to release the button put it into call mode, and voice dialing was also possible.) "Damn it! I only have one thing to say to you, you beast, go-die!"

Zhao Zijie said the first two sentences slowly, and the last two words, "go-die," were clear and sharp, gambling with the fate of Zhao Zijie and Zhang Manyu.

Not long after, a faint "beep!..." sound of a line connecting came through the pocket. Zhao Zijie prayed in his heart that Cheese would answer the phone. They had been brothers and accomplices for a long time, and he hoped that it would come true when needed. "Damn it! You only deserve to eat piss. If you keep talking, I'll hit you with a stick and see if you dare to curse me again!" Zhiping's face was filled with anger, but there was a perverted pleasure in his eyes. Hearing the hoarse voice from his pocket, Zhao Zijie knew the crucial moment had arrived. He had to make sure Cheese understood his situation, leaving no stone unturned, even the details of his predicament.

"Hey! Hey! You think no one heard the fierce fight? Look, there are several people peeking out of my room on the fourth floor across the street. Seeing me covered in blood and bound, they'll definitely call the police and come to room 403. Hey! Hey! You'll be better off in prison than I am now, you'll definitely be eating shit. Congratulations!"

Zhao Zijie's words practically revealed everything; now it was up to God to help him.

Zhiping was startled. His bear-like body slid off the bed, his still-erect penis swaying with each step. "Damn it! You dare to play me!" Seeing no one across the street, he cursed, then swung his large stick heavily onto Zhao Zijie's shoulder. "Ah!" "Like a hammer blow to his shoulder, Zhao Zijie heard the sound of bones tearing, and couldn't help but howl in pain. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood rushed to his head.

'Even if you're ruthless, you're only half alive now. And I advise you not to be reckless. Let me tell you honestly, I'm involved in last month's murder case to some extent. You probably know what kind of person I am, right? Don't joke around with your life!' He issued an ultimatum, warning Zhao Zijie not to act rashly. In fact, Zhao Zijie had long since realized his true nature; after all, no matter how much one tries to disguise their character, it can't be hidden. 'Now, I'm not playing with shit-eaters anymore. I'm going to reward my cock for the past six months of Zhang Manyu's fleshy hole serving it diligently, and give it a sumptuous feast.'"

Zhao Zijie was already weak and dizzy, repeatedly regretting that he hadn't brought a small wooden stick or a small water pipe; perhaps a simple meal of porridge and side dishes would have been more suitable for Zhang Manyu. "Ugh...ugh..." Zhang Manyu saw Zhiping approaching her again, her delicate body thrashing violently, letting out a muffled groan like she was dying. Zhiping steadied her buttocks, put down the baseball bat, and stuck three fingers into her deep red, rose-like vulva, lewdly laughing, "Ha! How come you've already drained all of Zhao Zijie's treasure in just a few moments? Won't you be in excruciating pain later?" He paused, then added, "Alright! Considering we've been through this together, Zhao Zijie will at least help you." After saying that, he started digging into her vagina with his three fingers, deliberately raising his thumb downwards, so that each time a finger was inserted, his thumb would rub against her clitoris and pull it down. "Mmm...mmm...uh...uh..." As the fingers probed and dug, Maggie Cheung shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. The muscles struggling against her pain were clearly visible on her lower abdomen and pink buttocks, but her hips were firmly held by Zhiping's other hand, preventing her from even twisting. Three dark fingers repeatedly inserted into her swollen vagina. Initially, only a faint moisture remained on the fingers, but gradually, with each insertion, a pale, lustful fluid flowed out, and the labia at the entrance thickened.

"Mmm...uh...uh..." Maggie Cheung continued to moan softly. Her lower abdomen, initially muscular, couldn't withstand the waves of pleasure emanating from her vaginal walls and gradually relaxed. Her eyes revealed a mixture of pain, shame, and confusion. "Ha! Ha! I told you you love my cock! I didn't expect you to love even my fingers so much." Zhiping's eyes were bloodshot as he continued to mock her. Then, he added another finger, bringing the four fingers to a cylindrical shape, larger than his penis. Each time, he inserted them all the way to the base of his thumb, then pulled out a pool of vaginal fluid.

Zhang Manyu, exhausted, twisted her neck to one side, her high nose emitting intermittent, heavy breaths, occasionally interspersed with a soft moan or gasp. Her wide-open vagina seemed to have given up resistance; whenever a fingertip entered slightly, her labia automatically enveloped it, creating a strange attraction that drew the finger in. The vaginal fluid seemed to overflow, flowing down her perineum to her anus, leaving the pubic hair sticking haphazardly to the pink skin of her vulva.

Zhao Zijie saw a tear continuously streaming down Zhang Manyu's cheek, dripping onto the sheets, knowing she was facing a battle between desire and reason. The surging pleasure in her vagina filled her with shame and longing, the unreasonable and brutal intrusion disgusted and nauseated her, and the inhuman binding filled her with fear and suspicion. This complex mix of emotions was happening right in front of the person she loved. Zhao Zijie, not being her, could hardly imagine the feeling. All Zhao Zijie wanted to do was lower his head to avoid this heartbreaking scene, but his gaze wouldn't leave her for even a moment, denying him the chance to let out a final scream to stop it.

Without warning, Zhiping suddenly withdrew his fingers. Zhang Manyu's swollen vagina, already accustomed to the rhythm of the thrusting, instinctively moved forward, her glossy, open labia welcoming him. "Ugh..." Feeling emptiness spreading throughout her body, Zhang Manyu let out a wanton, resentful moan. "Don't rush! Don't rush! I know you want it bigger!" Taking advantage of the moment when her vagina was wet and slippery, Zhiping grabbed a baseball bat and, following the slippery fluids, inserted it one or two centimeters.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." Even with only a little bit inserted, Maggie Cheung shook her head desperately in pain, emitting continuous, shrill moans. The veins on her snow-white neck bulged out one by one. "Hey! You filthy bitch! Stop pretending, everyone knows you love big cocks!" He finished speaking, supporting Maggie Cheung's wildly twisting buttocks, and tried to push the baseball bat further in. Her vagina was stretched wide open, preventing any flow of vaginal fluid, and her swollen labia were pulled thin, clinging tightly to the golden baseball bat. With Zhi Ping's exertion, her vulva caved inwards, while her once firm and flat abdomen bulged slightly. Zhao Zijie saw a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of Maggie Cheung's mouth; she must have bitten her lip in pain. If Zhao Zijie didn't stop her, Zhi Ping would definitely hurt her.

"Damn you! You beast, you'll give birth to boys without an anus and girls without a vagina, Zhao Zijie will fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

Zhao Zijie roared, risking his life. "Heh! Heh! Heh! I wonder who'll fuck whom first? I'll fuck your girl now, and later I'll fuck your asshole with a baseball bat. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for bringing a baseball bat!" He laughed wildly, veins bulging on his hand, as he forcefully pushed the baseball bat a few more inch deeper into her vagina. "Oh... ah..." Zhang Manyu cried out in pain, her eyes rolling back, already fainting from the pain. "Damn it! I swear, our feud is over!"

Zhao Zijie's eyes were about to bleed with rage, he gritted his teeth and swore an oath to the heavens. "Ha! Ha! So scared! So scared!" He stared at Zhao Zijie with contempt.

Suddenly, a deafening crash rang out as the door was kicked open, and two figures burst in. The first was Officer Wu, followed by Chief Zhang, both holding 90mm pistols pointed at Zhiping, who was fleeing towards the window. Then, Lizhi also entered. Seeing Zhang Manyu's pitiful state on the bed, she ignored the fact that the thugs were right beside her, reached over, pulled out the baseball bat that was stuck in Zhang Manyu's vagina, and wrapped the sheet around her trembling body. "Don't move! If you dare make a move, I'll be the first to smash your dick!" Chief Zhang, concerned for his niece, noticed Zhiping's shoulders shifting and immediately issued a stern warning.

"Zhongzhi, go and handcuff him! Heh! Heh! No matter how cunning you are, Black Dragon, you've finally fallen into my hands. Now we'll settle all our scores." Officer Wu, gun raised, responded and handcuffed Zhiping. "Ha! Ha!" "Assault isn't a serious crime, what can you do to me? Everyone knows you only have useless evidence, you can't convict me of many charges! You'd better watch out, Chief Xie won't let you off easy." Zhi Ping obediently let Officer Wu handcuff his hands, his face full of arrogance as he spoke threats.

"Damn it! Take him away! Take him away! Just thinking about that pig makes me angry!" He turned to Cheese, who was standing behind him, and instructed, "Cheese, Li Ti, you two take the injured person to the hospital first, I'll have someone come over to take a statement later." His eyes drifted to Zhao Zijie, showing concern: "Zijie! He won't be well for at least three to five days, sigh! Young people! Young people!" Shaking his head and sighing, two officers in crisp sky-blue uniforms escorted Zhi Ping out of the room. "Zijie! Are you alright?" It was Cheese's confident voice.

"Good...good...very good!...very good!" Untying the ropes, Cheese hoisted Zhao Zijie onto his shoulder. The moment he touched his old friend's strong arms, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, and Zhao Zijie nearly fainted again. "It's alright! Blood debts must be repaid in blood. I won't let him have a single good day." In his hazy state, Zhao Zijie heard Cheese say this through gritted teeth, and he peacefully passed out. If there is a heaven, this must be heaven! Or at least, it must be the closest stop to heaven. The

tightly closed double-glazed windows let in the arrogant midday sun, and Zhao Zijie was surrounded by a white haze, as if floating on the clouds, ascending to paradise. The strong smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils, his throat was dry and burning, as if it were about to burst. He felt like he had missed the entrance to heaven, instantly plummeting from a warm, blissful state of nirvana into an abyss of burning pain. "Ugh..."

Zhao Zijie struggled, making a dry, guttural sound. "Oh...you're awake! You're awake!" came a clear, sweet female voice. "You've slept for over ten hours, you should be awake by now." It was A-Guo's voice.

Chapter 220 Pretty Little Nurse Liu

opened her stinging eyes, only to see a blurry group of figures standing in a circle around her. She barely managed to open her heavy eyelids, her right eye still wrapped in gauze. "Ugh...is it too bright? I'll go close the blinds!" The sweet voice walked towards the window. As the glaring light gradually faded, Zhao Zijie could see that it was a private room, with the bed next to the window. The bed was surrounded by people: A-Guo, Cheese, Xiao Lan, Li Ti, the company's Assistant Manager Zhou, Xiao Wen, Xiao Fang, and others. Unexpectedly, Yu Zhen was also standing far away in her short, tight nurse's uniform.

"Water...give me water..."

Zhao Zijie's throat was so dry it could swallow an entire Pacific Ocean. "The doctor said not to drink too much water since the anesthesia has worn off!" The sweet voice belonged to Lizhi. She handed Zhao Zijie a glass of water, reminding him as she spoke. "Yes! I just operated on you this morning. Luckily it was an open fracture. A few steel nails in your shoulder blade and it'll be fine. Judging by the time, you should be able to drink water now." Cheese glanced at Yuzhen, seeking her opinion. "Hmm... six hours should be enough." Yuzhen nodded.

"You bunch of wild men! Aguo was just hospitalized yesterday, and today it's Zijie's turn. You intellectuals are becoming more and more like thugs, all you know is fighting and killing." It was Xiaolan, Aguo's girlfriend, a teacher at Dongmen Elementary School. She was quite good at nagging. A-Guo tugged at her small hand, muttering, "Stop talking, it's not like they asked for it."

"Mr. Zhao, just focus on recovering. No one in the company will have any questions. I've already made arrangements!"

Zhao Zijie's secretary stood at the foot of the bed, speaking gently to him. "The people in the company" obviously referred to Sun Yanzi and Li Xinyi.

"Thank you,"

Zhao Zijie said, looking at the assistant manager with a guilty conscience. "Hey! Hey! Manager, I heard you were injured while saving a damsel in distress. These days, there are very few young people like you who dare to stand up for what's right, don't you think?" The sycophantic Xiao Fang flattered Zhao Zijie while simultaneously conveying to the secretary that Zhao Zijie's injury was entirely due to his sense of justice. "Your hospitalization and insurance matters, I, Jie, will have Miss Li handle them for you. Just focus on recovering." The secretary seemed to have already given all the instructions. "Yes!" "I've uploaded 200MB of beautiful photos to your notebook, including your favorites, Yuuki Maiko and Mami. With beauties by your side every day, you'll surely recover quickly!" Xiao Wen said with a smile.

The first hour or two after waking up were Zhao Zijie's busiest time. Colleagues and friends alike bombarded him with questions about his injury. Zhao Zijie gave a vague, general description, omitting details, and that was it—he answered what needed to be answered and explained what needed to be explained. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already 2:23 PM. Only Cheese, Li Ti, and Yu Zhen remained in the ward; A Guo and Xiao Lan had gone back to the internal medicine ward for lunch. "Huh… Yu Zhen, what are you doing in the surgical ward? Aren't you a nurse in the internal medicine ward?" Yu Zhen stood next to Zhao Zijie's reclining head, her tight-fitting nurse's uniform straining against her ample breasts, the buttons slightly parting to reveal her black silk bra and fair, delicate skin. Zhao Zijie felt pressured and had to speak to her first. "You...you...how did you know Zhao Zijie's name is Yu Zhen?" Her full, cherry-red lips parted slightly, revealing a look of surprise. Zhao Zijie had forgotten that the first requirement for their encounter hadn't been fulfilled yet—that was A-Guo! He didn't dare admit that he'd been spying on her for a long time, and had even stolen one of her royal blue bras, still faintly scented with the original fragrance of her body, which he treasured in the second drawer of his private wardrobe.

"Ha! Have you forgotten how close I am to Maggie Cheung? She often mentions you, her confidante."

Zhao Zijie improvised, making up a story. She said suspiciously, "Strange! Then how did you know Yu Zhen is me?" Yes! How did Zhao Zijie know that Yuzhen was this busty babe and not the scrub-board nurse next door? This question left Zhao Zijie speechless. "Well… well…"

Zhao Zijie couldn't continue. Suddenly, a thought struck him. Zhao Zijie blinked and whispered, "Come… come closer. This is a secret, we have to tell you quietly, don't let anyone else hear." She was clearly confused, but she moved gracefully closer, her face, fragrant with orchids and musk, to Zhao Zijie's lips. Zhao Zijie softly said, "Zhang Manyu said Yuzhen works as a nurse in the hospital, a super busty 32E, beautiful and sexy. Isn't that exactly you?" Yuzhen's face flushed instantly, her heart filled with secret joy, her cheeks blooming like a flower. Not only were all her doubts dispelled, but she felt as refreshed as if she had stolen a peach from heaven.

Hey! Flattery never fails, and Zhao Zijie couldn't help but feel smug about his own clever words. "Hey! Uncle Zijie, are you hungry? I'll go out and buy you something to eat." At this moment, Lizhi interrupted, her words clearly meant well, but her little mouth was pouting higher than the sky, and she even managed to elevate her brother to "uncle." How could he not be hungry? He hadn't eaten for hours; his chest was pressed firmly against his back, and even his stomach was empty. "Hungry! Hungry! Lizhi, can you think of a way to make me some Kung Pao Chicken Rice... um... and some bitter melon and pork rib soup, and preferably a few slices of watermelon... just something to eat, whatever!"

"Just something to eat? Humph! You'll obediently eat whatever I buy, do you really think you're my uncle?" Her face was a mixture of annoyance and amusement as she pushed open the door and went out. Strange? You called him "uncle" yourself, yet you're blaming Zhao Zijie? Yuzhen and Cheese, who were standing nearby, both burst out laughing. "Yuzhen! What happened to Maggie Cheung? Is she alright? Why haven't I seen her come to see me?"

Zhao Zijie was most concerned about Maggie Cheung and couldn't help but ask. "You're the one who was taking a shower in her room the night before last, the one... the one she publicly acknowledged for the first time?" she asked Zhao Zijie, seemingly unrelated to the question.

"Yeah! I heard your voice that day, so that should be considered their first meeting!"

Zhao Zijie admitted without hesitation. Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she looked Zhao Zijie up and down for a while, making him feel like a piglet waiting to be sold. Finally, she concluded, "Pshaw! I never thought Maggie Cheung would like a frail, refined person like you. I thought she liked muscle men like Arnold Schwarzenegger!"

"Hey! That's probably what a bombshell like you would like!"

Zhao Zijie almost scoffed. "

Zhang Manyu is alright. Yesterday, Judy accompanied her to the OB-GYN to get some ointment and antibiotics. After the hospital closed, Zhao Zijie went to her room, and she was still joking around with me."

"She insisted that I switch shifts to the surgical ward today to take good care of you, her savior." It's all good that she's alright! Zhao Zijie was worried she might develop victim syndrome, which would be depressing and suicidal. But Zhao Zijie still couldn't believe Zhang Manyu was so carefree, and asked again, "Didn't she shed a single tear?"

"Looks like you like her crying, huh? She just told you to rest well and not worry about her; she'll be fine. She'll come to the hospital to see you whenever she has free time." She teased Zhao Zijie a bit. Hearing that she would come to visit him, Zhao Zijie immediately felt completely relieved. Not long after, Li Zhi returned carrying large bags and spread her shopping haul across the portable food counter. Not only had she bought everything Zhao Zijie had jokingly mentioned, but even items he hadn't named were included. Zhao Zijie was stunned to see General Tso's Chicken, stir-fried beef with soy sauce, Kung Pao Chicken, steamed sea bass, stir-fried kale, and bitter melon and pork rib soup piled high on the counter. "Li Zhi... this... this... how am I supposed to finish all this?"

Zhao Zijie groaned repeatedly.

Li Zhi rolled her eyes at Zhao Zijie and said irritably, "Hmph! You only care about that busty sister, don't you know that she and Cheese haven't eaten yet!"

Zhao Zijie looked apologetically at Cheese, who had been standing by the window smoking the whole time. Cheese gave Zhao Zijie a helpless smile. Meanwhile, Yu Zhen, seeing that the vinegar had been spilled, excused herself to help at the nursing station and slipped away. "Cheese, what's Zhiping's background?" Li Ti asked Zhao Zijie while feeding him. "I asked my old man yesterday and also spoke with Branch Chief Zhang on the phone. I've roughly figured out about Black Dragon." She paused, then asked Zhao Zijie, "You know Xiong Ge is from the Haide Hall of the Sihai Gang, right?"

Zhao Zijie nodded. "Zhiping, also known as Black Dragon in the underworld, is also from Sihai, but he's a level higher than Xiong Ge. He's the head of the Zhufeng Hall. The Zhufeng Hall was the first branch of the Sihai Gang established here, and it mainly recruits members from the province, unlike the Haide Hall, which is located elsewhere and has more leaders and members from other provinces."

"Then... then how did Xiong Ge end up here?"

Zhao Zijie asked a seemingly unrelated question. "Hey! He killed someone and fled here. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake; that's why he didn't dare touch me last time."

"Oh! I see." That day, Zhao Zijie thought it was because Cheese's old man had a good reputation, but it turned out Zhao Zijie had misjudged him. "Black Dragon is a ruthless character who has risen to prominence in this area in recent years. He controls most of the smugglers and drug dealers. In the eight major industries north of here, apart from a few still managed by old gangs like San Guang, Feng Fei Sha, and Thirteen Eagles, most of the newly opened shops are under his control."

"What?"

Zhao Zijie was a little surprised. "Considering we don't know him, we're blind. All those years we've spent in this area's red-light district have been for nothing."

Zhao Zijie didn't necessarily need to know these green-faced, fanged plagues. Zhao Zijie just wanted to avenge Zhang Manyu! "Why did Zhang Manyu say he was some kind of government official?"

Zhao Zijie remembered Zhang Manyu mentioning how she met Zhiping, so he asked. "What bullshit government!" "These days, gangsters are all into 'whitewashing' and 'politics,' all for the sake of seizing power. Take Luo Fuzhu and his wife from the Heavenly Alliance, for example. They became legislators. What gang leader would dare to take them down?" He couldn't help but feel indignant.

"This Black Dragon just wants to run for the next city councilor. He set up the Cihui Foundation as a smokescreen, dabbling in disaster relief and poverty alleviation. People who don't know the situation take it seriously. Didn't you see how monstrous the foundation's members are? What kind of foundation is it? Zhao Zijie thinks it's more like chicken essence—made up of the semen of prostitutes. Every penny is the blood and flesh of prostitutes and the hard-earned money of these good citizens!"

Zhao Zijie finally understood the gist of it. For a kind-hearted ordinary citizen like Zhao Zijie, who worked a nine-to-five job, to try to take revenge on such a gangster who was constantly killing people was like provoking a tyrant—a death wish.

With a bitter smile, Zhao Zijie asked Cheese, "Could it be...could it be that I can't get revenge?" Cheese fell silent, and Lizhi quietly pushed the food away. The air conditioning in the ward was too strong, chilling the hearts of the three of them. "Leave it to me. I don't believe I can't take him down." After a long silence, Cheese resolutely uttered these words. Cheese left, holding Zhao Zijie's hand tightly as she went, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. Lizhi also left, seemingly no longer concerned about the absurd incident that had occurred to Zhao Zijie at the pub the day before. She leaned in and kissed Zhao Zijie's burning cheek, repeatedly telling him to rest well, before her light figure disappeared out of the ward.

Zhao Zijie watched as the IV drip bottle, mostly filled with saline solution, bubbled in concentric circles, rising from the size of grains of rice at the bottom to the size of a thumb on the surface, the bubbles forming an arc like a pearl necklace. Zhao Zijie's mind was in turmoil. He felt that life's trajectory was like a crystalline bubble, where the slightest carelessness could cause huge ripples on the lake of his heart, just like his heart at this moment, which was uncontrollably filled with longing for Maggie Cheung. Zhao Zijie began his days in the hospital.

Actually, lying in a hospital bed wasn't so bad. Apart from the faint pain in his shoulder and chest, and the inconvenience of moving his right hand and having his left hand tied to the IV drip, Zhao Zijie had almost escaped the hustle and bustle of the world. He didn't have to worry about the pressure of work, nor the deep helplessness of having to endure exhausting social engagements. What made him happiest was having Yuzhen, a charming little nurse, who would carefully check the remaining IV fluids and ask about Zhao Zijie's wounds during her rounds. Inevitably, she would also regularly measure Zhao Zijie's blood pressure, pulse, and respiration.

"How did you meet Maggie Cheung?" she suddenly asked Zhao Zijie after taking his pulse. Zhao Zijie felt her smooth little hand still lingering on his wrist, and lied, "We met at the department store counter where she worked."

"Oh...were you buying cosmetics for other girlfriends?" She withdrew her hand and filled in the data on the record sheet. "No! No! It was a Mother's Day gift for my mother,"

Zhao Zijie continued, trying to cover up his lie. "I didn't realize you were so filial! These days, a lot of boys save up for gifts!" She bent down and groped around Zhao Zijie's bedside for a while. Zhao Zijie heard a dripping sound coming from under the bed and asked her curiously, "What are you doing?" "

I'm emptying your urine bag! Don't you know you have a catheter? Your urine is yellow and cloudy, you must not be feeling well." She bent over, her taut back facing Zhao Zijie, the back edge of her black strapless bra peeking out from under her white nurse's uniform, highlighting her two large, wide breasts, which were quite alluring. Zhao Zijie indeed saw a yellowish tube hanging from his waist towards the side of the bed. He asked in surprise, "Why...why do I need a catheter? I can urinate by myself!" The dripping sound gradually faded from loud to hoarse. She replied to Zhao Zijie, "Your bones are quite badly fractured. The doctor gave you general anesthesia because they were worried that prolonged urination could damage your kidneys, so they had to put in a catheter!"

Zhao Zijie secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had been unconscious when the catheter was inserted, which saved him from a lot of suffering. Otherwise, having a plastic tube forcibly inserted into his penis would have been extremely uncomfortable. Now, feeling it carefully, he could feel a scraping sensation, a slight discomfort from a foreign object penetrating deep into his urethra and penis. "Can you take it out now? It feels so strange to have a tube like this in there..." "03-30
Chapter 221 Pretty Little Nurse Seven

She chuckled, straightened up, took the 70% full urinal to the toilet to empty it, and said as she walked, "I can't decide this. I have to ask the doctor and get his orders before I dare to take it out." While in the toilet, she continued, "What's so strange about that? Sometimes girls put in even bigger tubes, then... then isn't that..." Before she could finish, she was too embarrassed to continue. Hearing her so unrestrained, like a big-breasted, silly girl, Zhao Zijie was amused and asked her, "Eh... are the female catheters even bigger? Wouldn't that hurt terribly!" She came out blushing, and seeing Zhao Zijie's serious expression, she couldn't not explain, and stammered, "I... I... I didn't mean a catheter!"

"Then what kind of tube are you talking about?"

Zhao Zijie teased her knowingly. She puffed out her cheeks, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, looking hesitant to speak. After a long while, she finally uttered, "No...don't ask! I forgot what I just said."

Zhao Zijie was secretly thrilled, muttering mischievously, "Strange, strange! You clearly said that girls need to have bigger tubes inserted, but what kind of tubes are so big? And why do you insist on inserting them? It's so painful and uncomfortable for me, isn't that awful! Are there really people that stupid?" Seeing Zhao Zijie talking to himself, looking completely bewildered, she actually laughed again, asking curiously, "Did I say it was painful and uncomfortable?"

"Could it be that it was pleasurable and joyful?...Ah! Yes, I know, you mean that...that thing! Oh...you...you're so lecherous!"

Zhao Zijie acted out his role perfectly, looking like he had just realized something. Her face flushed crimson, like a ripe red apple, and she turned her head away, too ashamed to look at Zhao Zijie. "You...you forgot what you just said? Why is your face so red?"

Zhao Zijie teased her.

"Hmph! You...you say it again...you say it again, and I'll tell Zhang Manyu...tell you took advantage of me, tell...tell you harassed me, Jie!" She was both embarrassed and angry, displaying a charmingly coquettish expression of slight annoyance. Zhao Zijie felt his urethra twitching restlessly, and his bladder wall throbbed slightly. He quickly took a deep breath, hoping his little brother would calm down, otherwise, it would be its owner who suffered. Unexpectedly, Yuzhen suddenly ripped off the covers from Zhao Zijie and ordered, "You wretch, take your pants off now!"

"Take...take...take off my pants? Why?"

Zhao Zijie was shocked, wondering what she was up to. If she wanted to rape him, it was too fast. Zhao Zijie wasn't a casual man, and besides, his penis was connected to a catheter; its functionality was uncertain.

Seeing the strange look in Zhao Zijie's eyes and his staring at her body, she knew he was thinking the wrong thing. She snapped, "Tch! You haven't changed your lustful nature! What are you thinking? I'm here to perform catheterization on you!"

"Catheter care?"

"Asking me, a grown man, to take off my pants in front of you? I'd be embarrassed. I...can I do it myself?" Although taking off his pants in front of a beautiful woman was commonplace, Zhao Zijie would still pretend to be reserved if the time and place weren't right. Besides, his penis was already erect at that moment, and if it suddenly popped out, he would definitely be met with ridicule.

"Do you know how?" she asked Zhao Zijie. "

..."

Zhao Zijie had never heard of "catheter care" before and was speechless. "What's wrong? You look so chaste, do you think I like seeing that dirty stuff? This is routine work, or I'll let your little penis rot!" she said to Zhao Zijie, half teasing and half threatening. "Who's afraid of you seeing it! I'm just afraid you'll fall in love with it." Zhao

Zijie was indignant, but resolutely abandoned his reserve, feeling instead thrilled to be able to display his enormous penis in front of this sexy nurse. With this thought, his penis became incredibly hard, and Zhao Zijie was determined to see how she would provide "catheter care" for this large thing.

Zhao Zijie laboriously pulled down his underwear from under his blue patient gown, but he felt his strength failing him as soon as he pulled it down past his thighs. A sharp pain shot through his back, and he groaned, pleading, "Ouch! It hurts so much, I can't take it anymore! Can you...can you help me take it off?" She saw his suddenly erect penis tightly gripping the catheter, the glans red and large, the veins on the shaft clearly visible. A flush of dizziness crossed her face, her eyes brightening, wanting to turn away but unable to bear not looking. "Tch! Showing off your treasure? Who told you to take it all off? Just down to your thighs is enough." Staring intently at the large, menacing object, she hesitated for a few seconds before taking the tray from the bedside table. It contained little more than a pack of sterile cotton swabs and a few bottles of saline solution and iodine.

Leaning forward, her warm, smooth little hands grasped Zhao Zijie's penis. Her slightly trembling fingers gently pried open the urethral opening where the catheter was attached. Her flushed face feigned composure as she carefully dipped the cotton swabs in the saline solution and iodine, cleaning the junction of the catheter and the urethral opening. "Look! So dirty! If I don't clean it, bacteria will run into your bladder. Are you scared?" She picked up the cotton swab, now covered in yellowish discharge, and displayed her work to Zhao Zijie, still firmly gripping his penis with one hand. "Hmph! It's nothing special, no education at all!" Zhao

Zijie was unimpressed, not caring what she was doing. He was only focused on the warm, soft sensation of his penis against her skin, wishing she would hold on tighter and longer, and even better if she could rub it.

But what was truly irritating was that as she bent over, her full breasts pressed slightly against his elbow. His sensitive skin felt the elastic touch of her breasts, like water balloons. With every slight movement, her rounded breasts slid back and forth against his elbow, arousing him intensely. Zhao Zijie felt his face flush and his breathing quicken, his penis swelling to an unprecedented level. The catheter, which had been secured to his lower abdomen with breathable tape, suddenly snapped open with a "whoosh!" and stretched taut. She felt the dramatic change in her hand as she lightly grasped his penis, let out a soft moan, and quickly withdrew it as if she had touched burning coals.

"You pervert! You're injured like this and you still won't behave. Aren't you afraid of ruining your penis?" She hid one hand behind her back, still teasing Zhao Zijie. "You're insulting me? It's all your fault! You held it so comfortably, and you touched my arm with your big breasts. Any normal man would be unable to resist. Do you think I'm a saint?"

Zhao Zijie protested, trying to sound innocent. "I...I didn't!" she said, looking completely innocent.

Seeing her flustered and embarrassed look, Zhao Zijie continued, "Look, it's so hard from all that teasing, and it's really painful pulling on the catheter. You have to find a way to help it."

"Help...help? How?" She panicked. "You...you have to do...do it with me! How can it calm down without a proper release?"

Zhao Zijie said this with great courage. He didn't actually expect her to be so easily fooled like a little girl; he just wanted to test her limits.

"No...no way! Do you think I'm stupid?! If I let you do this, what's the point of being a nurse? What am I supposed to tell Maggie Cheung?" She pouted, threatening Zhao Zijie. "Hmph! I'd say you're holding onto someone's penis so tightly, both loving and afraid, and you just can't let go!" Trying to complain about Zhao Zijie? No way! Zhao Zijie wasn't easily intimidated. She stomped her foot and said resentfully, "Then...then what do you want?"

"To do it with me!"

Zhao Zijie said bluntly. "Don't even think about it!" she replied resolutely, her ears turning bright red at the explicit words. "Then at least give me a handjob."

Zhao Zijie backed down.

After a moment of stunned silence, catching her breath, she finally made up her mind and agreed to Zhao Zijie's request: "Then...then I'll give you a...a handjob, but...but I've never done this before, I won't be responsible if it hurts!" With that, she sat sideways on the edge of the bed, one hand gripping Zhao Zijie's penis again, this time even tighter. Zhao Zijie saw a hint of anticipation on her flushed face, her eyes wide and sparkling, like a girl on her first date. Zhao Zijie's heart fluttered wildly, his hand sliding like a fish to her full, pink buttocks. Even through her nurse's uniform, he could feel the warmth emanating from her delicate body.

"Really...really can I rub it?" She noticed Zhao Zijie's hand becoming restless, glared at him fiercely, but thankfully didn't shy away. Looking at the thick penis with the catheter inserted, she asked Zhao Zijie with some difficulty. "Do you want me to take off your panties and rub it for you?"

Zhao Zijie countered. "Pah! You pervert, I won't care if it hurts!" With that, her warm little hand firmly grasped his penis, moving it gently up and down. He felt his penis enveloped in her soft, fleshy palm. With each stroke, the tingling at the base eased slightly, but the glans at the tip grew hotter and more uncomfortable.

Zhao Zijie's right hand gently caressed her taut, pink buttocks, slowly tracing the outline of her panties beneath her nurse's uniform along her waist. The thin panties were almost imperceptible. Zhao Zijie found the alluring cleft at the base of the cleft, then probed downwards. He had barely felt the soft, thick flesh pressed against the bottom of the cleft, and before he could fully savor the sensation, his glans was already overwhelmed by her rapid strokes. "Oh...woo...hiss...hiss..."

Zhao Zijie looked into her watery eyes, panting heavily. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, and countless stars seemed to appear before his eyes. The thick semen didn't just gush out; it surged into his urethra in clumps. Although there was a slight discomfort in his urethra, Zhao Zijie's orgasm was no less intense than any of his previous ones.

She probably felt thirsty too, and she even panted softly, as if she understood. Zhao Zijie saw that her nipples were hard and erect under her nurse's uniform, her eyes were watery, and her small, pink hands were covered in semen but she didn't know to stop. In the afterglow, Zhao Zijie almost fainted. For a brief moment, his vision went black and white. Zhao Zijie didn't close his eyes because he wanted to see her panting, shy, wanton appearance. Suddenly, Zhao Zijie saw the ward door being gently pushed open, and A-Guo's strong body tiptoed in. "Snap!" With a loud "smack," A-Guo slapped Yu-Zhen's other pink buttocks hard as she sat sideways. "Hey! Big-breasted little sister, what are you doing?" A-Guo asked this wicked question. If you've ever secretly masturbated in your room during puberty but forgot to lock the door, and then your family, of all people, pushed the door open and saw you doing such a filthy thing, your immediate reaction would be exactly the same as Yu-Zhen's. Suddenly slapped by A-Guo's huge hand, she instinctively jumped up, her pretty face turning as red as a pig's liver. She tried to wipe it off with her small hands, but found that the semen on her palms was thick and plentiful, and she really couldn't wipe it off. If she had to go back to the nursing station wearing a nurse's uniform stained with semen, the mere teasing from her colleagues would be enough to make her unable to hold her head up for a month.

Yu-zhen, half-holding the soft mulberry leaves, was at a loss for what to do when A-Guo spoke up again: "Wow! I never expected this hospital to offer special services, and by a busty beauty at that! Zi-jie, you're so lucky! I'm both envious and jealous." Staring at Yu-zhen's messy hands, A-Guo continued to complain, "But it's not fair! I've been hospitalized longer than Zi-jie, why haven't I enjoyed this kind of personalized service? It's so unfair, so disrespectful!"

"Hmph! I'm going to call the head nurse to come in and see why Zi-jie gets it but I don't!" Pretending to be deeply aggrieved, A-Guo made a move to press the emergency call button by the bedside.

Yu-zhen was terrified, unsure whether to wipe her hands or not. Seeing a box of tissues on the bedside table, she thought of grabbing a few to wipe herself. "Too late!" "You can wipe the stuff off your hands, but you can't wipe the evidence off the patient's body, especially with me as an eyewitness. I'll tell the head nurse everything I saw, as carefully as I'm counting money. As soon as you start wiping, I think my hand will be pressing down on it very quickly." Ah Guo's tendons bulged slightly, looking eager to try.

Yu Zhen really didn't know what to do, so she stomped her foot and said coquettishly, "You...you...what are you going to do?"

The black and white scenery in Zhao Zijie's eyes regained its color, and the stars disappeared. Suppressing his laughter, Zhao Zijie quietly watched Ah Guo tease Yu Zhen, and couldn't help but admire Ah Guo's quick thinking. In such a scene, Zhao Zijie could only make a mocking remark on the spot, but he didn't expect Ah Guo to be able to lead to another wonderful show. Ah Guo's right hand was still pressed against the emergency call button, his smile utterly wicked. He slowly commanded, "Big Boobs! Go lock the door." Yu Zhen looked at Ah Guo in surprise, not understanding why he had to close the door. Ah Guo didn't explain further, just gestured towards the door with his mouth. Yu Zhen had no choice but to obediently lock the door. "Next, take off your nurse's uniform!" Ah Guo continued to give orders. "Take...take...take off my clothes? I don't want to! How dare I take off my clothes in front of you? I'm a girl!" She looked utterly unwilling, as if it were a death sentence. "Hmph! You've already told me to take off my pants, and you've even touched my penis. Don't you wear anything under your nurse's uniform? You're wearing underwear, why are you afraid people will see!"

Zhao Zijie cheered from the side.

"Yeah! You can look at Zijie's nice stuff and touch it so excitedly, but others can't even look at your underwear?... If you don't take it off, I'll take you away! We'll see how you explain this to the head nurse later!" A-Guo threatened her with both soft and hard tactics. "No... no! I'll take it off!" Since her sore spot was under his foot, she had no choice but to let him take advantage of her. She turned her head to look at the door lock spring, thinking that at least no outsiders could break in. At most, these two dead men could only feast their eyes and eat ice cream through the window!

The thought of undressing in front of the men made her feel a little excited. Her small hands trembled slightly as she reached behind her back and pulled down the zipper with a "swish!" Then she gently unbuttoned the two buttons under her pink neck. At first, she was still reluctant to take off her skirt, but when she heard A-Guo urging her, she blushed and, like a cicada shedding its shell, a delicate and beautiful body suddenly appeared before her eyes.

Chapter 222 Pretty Little Nurse Part 8

"Hmph! Another pretentious show-off!"

Zhao Zijie chuckled inwardly, knowing that A-Guo was in complete control of the situation. Yu Zhen's hands, which had been frantically wiping with tissues, were now completely oblivious to getting dirty while undressing. Hey! Women, asking them to openly and brazenly strip naked is like asking them to die, as if they were some kind of wanton and promiscuous woman. But once forced by external forces and given an unavoidable excuse, they begin to enjoy the thrill of exposure.

As Yu Zhen's half-naked body was revealed, the ward was instantly filled with a spring-like atmosphere. The fluorescent lights, which had been glowing blue, now shone like neon lights. She certainly lived up to Zhao Zijie and A Guo's expectations. Her pair of perfectly round breasts were as big as papayas, hanging down her chest and making the entire visual center of gravity almost tilt upside down. Fortunately, the magic bra held them up in time, thus avoiding the fate of sagging. However, the huge breasts supporting the small bra were just like a big fat butt wearing a thong. It was so incongruous that Zhao Zijie almost couldn't help but laugh.

Looking at the black velvet panties below, they were low-waisted and thinly clung to the triangle area. The front had a mesh crisscross weave, slightly revealing the thick hair inside. The glossy black color contrasted with the fair skin, making the black appear even more translucent and the white even more tender. She wasn't fat at all; in fact, she might even be described as having a "slim waist, large breasts, and a firm bottom" (Taiwanese: small waist, big breasts, and a firm bottom). Zhao Zijie wanted to laugh simply because her assets were so abundant that she might not be able to find a suitable bra, creating an unbalanced and awkward look. If A-Guo could get her to take off all her clothes, Zhao Zijie thought her curves would definitely surpass those of actresses like Ye Zimei and Ye Yuqing, and she might even become the queen of large breasts in Taiwan! After

Yuzhen wriggled and took off her clothes, A-Guo darted over and snatched the nurse's uniform from her hands, magically crumpling it into a ball and stuffing it directly into his beach shorts. "You... why did you steal Zhao Zijie's clothes!" Yuzhen was furious! She stood with her arms crossed and puffed out her cheeks, her breasts trembling with her shout. "Ha! Now let's see how you get out of here! Even if someone else comes, you're doomed!" A-Guo was truly wicked, and he grinned mischievously. "You...you...you...I...I knew you guys were no good, always trying to trick me, I'm going to scream for help!" After stammering for a while, it turned out she was trying to intimidate Ah-Guo.

"Go ahead and scream! You must really love it when everyone sees you in your underwear, so I think I'll also call the family members outside to see the big-breasted nurse, they'll absolutely love this kind of performance." Ah-Guo echoed her as if afraid she wouldn't scream. "You...what do you want now?" Meeting Ah-Guo was her bad luck; how could she possibly outmaneuver the scheming Ah-Guo? "You...you climb onto the hospital bed and let Zi-Jie check you up. You just ruined his penis, I wonder if you've hurt yourself? You need a thorough check-up." Hearing this, Zhao Zi-Jie really thought he misheard. He never expected such a good thing to happen. He was lying in bed, and good fortune came his way. Zhao Zi-Jie couldn't understand why Ah-Guo would do this for someone else, sending the lamb that was already in his mouth away. "Ha! Ha! Zijie! Don't just stare blankly. This is payment for letting me kiss Xiaoxue a few days ago. Please accept it." Aguo winked at Zhao Zijie.

Zhao Zijie inwardly groaned. He had just ejaculated once, and now he was already in a state of near-ecstasy. His penis had finally settled down, but it still ached slightly. His disordered mind was at least back in place, but now Aguo was offering him half-naked, large breasts, reminding him to check them carefully. If he continued like this, he might immediately return to his normal state. "Thank you! This gift is ill-timed. I'm not worthy of it. You keep it for yourself, Aguo!" Although the gift smelled delicious and was very appealing, he couldn't bring himself to eat it, so Zhao Zijie politely declined his offer.

"Don't be shy! We're good brothers, I wouldn't feel comfortable using it without you checking it first." What kind of brothers are these? Why didn't your teacher let me check it before using it? This thought inexplicably popped into Zhao Zijie's mind. The two of them were speaking in riddles, and Yu Zhen, big-breasted and clueless, couldn't process it quickly enough, and actually asked, "What are you two talking about? Let me see! Why doesn't Zijie want to use it?" A-Guo and Zhao Zijie almost burst out laughing. A-Guo took a breath, his expression turned serious, and said, "If you don't climb onto the bed soon, the head nurse will come in. You have ten seconds, hurry up!" He thought he was still the platoon leader of the amphibious reconnaissance battalion!

Yu Zhen was startled. With a troubled expression, she took off her high-heeled nurse's shoes and climbed onto the hospital bed like a cat, shrinking into the corner at the foot of the bed. Zhao Zijie's sheet had already been pulled off by her. No matter how careful she was, her warm thighs still pressed against Zhao Zijie's hairy legs. To make matters worse, thinking about the upcoming perks, Zhao Zijie's limp penis slowly became erect again. Seeing Zhao Zijie's penis slowly raising its flag to salute, and seeing that it really did have a flag rope (catheter) attached, she immediately blushed. Her foxy eyes stared at the big thing with great interest, her small mouth moved involuntarily, and she even swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Who told you to stay so far away? Come closer!" A-Guo commanded. She reluctantly crawled forward a few steps, greeted by a strong scent of orchid and musk, reminiscent of a hotel hostess. Zhao Zijie couldn't understand why a hospital nurse would wear such a strong perfume. Was she trying to seduce the single doctors in the hospital? Thinking this way, this Yu-Zhen was definitely not innocent; she must have a lot of scandalous affairs.

Zhao Zijie's penis rose again to a ninety-degree angle. As she crawled forward, she couldn't avoid this obstacle. The glans pressed against the smooth skin between her breasts, swept across her flat stomach, and brushed past her panties where a few stray hairs playfully peeked out, stopping only behind her plump buttocks. She couldn't very well crawl over Zhao Zijie's head and press her breasts against his face, so she had to meet his gaze with her fragrant face. In this position, Zhao Zijie's penis was precisely pressed against her buttocks.

Zhao Zijie felt his penis growing heavier with each thrust. Looking down, he saw two large, white breasts blocking his view. The black lace bra seemed only to cover the areolas, leaving the pink and tender breasts almost completely exposed, with two hard, protruding nipples. Her breathing quickened, and a fragrant breeze brushed against Zhao Zijie's face. He stared intently into her eyes, finding no anger, only a faint shyness. Zhao Zijie felt his throat dry, and the heat in his lower abdomen rose. His penis slowly felt wet.

"Zijie! See if she's had breast implants. This big-breasted slut must have had silicone bags inserted, otherwise, how can anyone have breasts that big!" A-Guo sat down on the edge of the bed, also staring intently at Yuzhen's full breasts. "You're talking nonsense! I'm not!" She seemed to have forgotten her shyness and began to protest. "I swear you definitely are, otherwise, how could they be so full and firm?" A-Guo said.

"Nonsense, nonsense! Zhao Zijie was only that big in middle school. If you don't believe me, I'll... I'll..." Realizing he shouldn't continue, he stammered. "I'll... I'll... what? Grab me and see?" Before A-Guo could finish speaking, Lu Shan's claws had already grabbed the edge of her bra and pulled it down, as easily as pulling a condom off a deflated chicken. Her large, papaya-like breasts bounced out easily. Yu-Zhen raised her right hand to block, but it was too late. She saw her large breasts trembling beneath her, her nipples stubbornly sticking out. Her face was filled with shame, and she didn't expect that her prostrate body couldn't be supported by her left hand alone. She staggered and pressed her entire body against Zhao Zijie's chest. Her plump, large breasts were like two hot mochi balls, soft and warm. Even through the patient's gown, Zhao Zijie could still feel the wonderful elasticity.

He held her close, her soft, fragrant body pressed against his chest, but Ah Guo teased her, "I told you! Only fake breasts can't be flattened like this. Look for yourself."

"Really?" She herself became suspicious, tilting her upper body slightly to take a look. Then she pressed her breast against Zhao Zijie's chest and tilted her head to look. A delicate head swayed back and forth on Zhao Zijie's neck, tickling him so much that he couldn't stand it. Unexpectedly, she couldn't see clearly and complained, "No! I can't...can't...see...it..." Before she could finish speaking, seeing the two of them trying not to laugh, their faces turning red, she finally understood. She exclaimed, "I hate you two!" and buried her face in Zhao Zijie's neck in embarrassment, too ashamed to face anyone else. Even her ears and neck were flushed a deep pink.

Zhao Zijie and Ah Guo were overjoyed, their injuries almost healing without medicine. They never expected that being hospitalized would be such a happy experience. Hearing their laughter subside slightly, Yuzhen peeked out from between Zhao Zijie's necks, then her entire apple-red cheek lifted, her bare breasts pressed tightly against Zhao Zijie's chest, refusing to budge. "Oh! So tight! I knew you were in love with Zijie. No wonder you'd help him masturbate, while I've lived here longer and don't get this perk," A-Guo teased her. "Hmph! Don't give me that. You just want me to sit up and make fun of my…my…my…"

"Your big boobs?" A-Guo finished for her. "Yes…so what?" she pouted. "Fine! Since you love clinging to Zijie so much, don't get up. Let's see how long you can hold out." A-Guo actually sat on the only chair by the bed, crossed his legs, and leisurely watched her. "

…" Yuzhen was dumbfounded. After a moment of stunned silence, Yu Zhen gritted her teeth and grinned mischievously, "Hmph! I'm going to stick to Zijie, cling to him tightly. I love Zijie to death! I'd be willing to give him a thousand or ten thousand more 'shots'! How about that? Jealous now?" She then planted several heavy kisses on Zhao Zijie's face. Before

Zhao Zijie could even mentally call for mercy upon hearing "a thousand or ten thousand shots," a barrage of sweet kisses rained down on his face, each fragrant and smooth kiss effectively banishing any thought of Amitabha Buddha. Ah Guo was furious, his eyes darting around. After a while, he suddenly stood up and sneered, "Since you like Zijie touching your breasts, then I'll let you touch them to your heart's content, and I'll do Zijie a favor while I'm at it." He paused, then continued, "But it's really annoying for me to be here like a third wheel. Why don't I take your nurse's uniform and wander around? Maybe I can change into it and do your rounds and change your dressings!" He then ignored Yuzhen and pushed open the door to leave.

"No... don't go out... you... you gave my clothes back!" Yuzhen hurriedly sat up, forgetting that she had just been shamelessly covering her large breasts, determined not to let anyone see them. However, the door had already been closed, and no matter how loudly she shouted, it was useless. "What should I do? How can I face people dressed like this? Should I... should I go out wearing a sheet?" She sat on Zhao Zijie's lower abdomen, talking to herself, her two bare breasts trembling. Zhao Zijie felt the warm, damp labia of her vulva inside her panties on his lower abdomen. His erect penis was still pressed tightly against her buttocks. Zhao Zijie moved his right hand and gently placed it on her waist, comforting her, "It's okay! Anyway, you're not in love with me to death, so let's stick together a little longer." She flicked Zhao Zijie's stomach on the forehead and scolded, "Yeah, right! You wish! You've taken all the advantages, but I'm the one who's embarrassed. I don't know how I'll treat you in front of Maggie Cheung in the future!" After saying that, she stared into a daze, lost in thought. Looking at the resentful look in her eyes, Zhao Zijie almost mocked her. Wasn't that right? There were only two people left in the ward, a man and a woman alone, their chests and bellies exposed. Zhao Zijie hadn't even had time to retract his penis into his pants. She could have jumped off the bed instead of pressing her plump vulva against Zhao Zijie's lower abdomen, arousing his restless desire.

"Look! You've seen my whole body, even... even my breasts are pressed against you. How can I not blush next time I see you? Tell me! How are you going to take responsibility for me?" She looked at Zhao Zijie with deep affection, almost making him think she was a pure and innocent girl from a Qiong Yao novel. "No! There's still one part I haven't seen. I might as well see it all before thinking about taking responsibility." Fortunately, Zhao Zijie wasn't a pure and innocent boy; he was quick-witted and didn't fall for her tricks so easily.

"Pfft!" She laughed, pinched Zhao Zijie's stomach hard, and shook her head, saying, "I really can't do anything with you. I wanted to make you feel guilty towards Maggie Cheung, but I couldn't trick you at all, you rascal! No wonder Maggie Cheung fell in love with you at first sight. Even though this incident wasn't her fault, she was always worried that you would despise her and look down on her, so she didn't dare to come to the hospital to see you."

"What? Didn't you say she was fine? How could she..."

Zhao Zijie's mouth dropped open.

"How could she be alright? Someone as devoted as her, finally falling for someone, only to be bullied by others in front of him—do you think she feels good about that?" Seeing Zhao Zijie's stunned silence, she continued, "Last night, she was indeed chatting and laughing with them, even suggesting going to karaoke. But every time their laughter stopped, she would stare blankly, lost in thought, until everyone was quiet and looking at each other in silence before she could laugh and joke again." "

Everyone knows she was forcing a smile. Even her best friend Judy, who came all the way from afar, noticed something was wrong as soon as she walked in and secretly pulled me aside to talk to her for a long time." "

She said that after the car accident that claimed the lives of her entire family, Maggie Cheung was like this for a long time, like a wandering soul whose mind had already left the world. When others laughed, she would laugh along; when others didn't laugh, she would just stare blankly." "

It wasn't until Zhiping got her a job at her sister's counter that her life had a focus, and she finally cheered up again, finally living like a young girl."

"During her time working at the cosmetics counter, she diligently studied various beauty, makeup, and skincare knowledge. Originally, Zhiping planned to fund her to open a famous women's skincare store, but unexpectedly, it was Zhiping who ended up hurting her and causing all her hard work to vanish."

"Then... then is she still going to work these days?"

Zhao Zijie asked blankly. "Going to work? How do you expect her to face Zhiping's sister? Isn't she back to the same old self after the car accident? She lost her job, and her heart has flown away somewhere else." As she spoke, her eyes reddened. "No! Give Zhao Zijie Zhang Manyu's phone number. I must tell her that I don't care at all what Zhiping did to her. I'm only worried about her health... her heart."

Chapter 223 Pretty Little Nurse Nine

Upon hearing Zhang Manyu's current situation, Zhao Zijie almost shouted. "What? You don't have her phone number... I really... I really don't know what you consider her to be?" Even Zhao Zijie himself couldn't explain why he hadn't asked Zhang Manyu for her phone number. The two talked for a long time, almost forgetting they were naked in front of each other, when suddenly a soft knock sounded on the door. A hoarse woman's voice asked through the door, "May I come in?" Yuzhen glanced at her half-naked body and panicked, "Oh no! What should I do? What should I do? How can I face anyone like this?" In a moment of desperation, Zhao Zijie shouted loudly towards the door, "Wait...wait a minute! I'm using the chamber pot!"

"Is any family member here? Do you need any help?" Unexpectedly, the nurses at this hospital were exceptionally kind, treating patients like family, even helping with defecating and urinating. "No! No! I...I'm almost done!"

Zhao Zijie, used to defecating by himself, hurriedly refused her kindness. "Your IV drip should be finished. I need to change it for you. I really don't know what Yuzhen is up to. I prepared a bunch of things and she just disappeared. I'll definitely give her a good scolding later!" The nurse outside started muttering to herself. Zhao Zijie looked up and, sure enough, she was right. The IV drip bottle was empty, with a long trail of blood still seeping from the plastic tubing.

"Hey! Aren't you almost done? I'm waiting outside. Call me when you're dressed," a hoarse voice said. Zhao Zijie looked at Yuzhen with a wry smile, unsure what to do. She grabbed Zhao Zijie's shoulders and shook him, lowering her voice to say, "Quick... tell her to go back to the nursing station first, and tell her you'll ring the bell to call her later."

"Is... does that mean you won't let me change the IV if A-Guo doesn't return your clothes? Won't my blood fill the entire IV bottle?"

"No! Just tighten the tubing... This... you're making things difficult for me now!" She hooked the IV tubing and tightened the valve.

A woman's shyness is her most endearing moment, and Zhao Zijie wasn't about to let her have it easy! Zhao Zijie suggested, "This isn't a solution. Come on! I'll arch my legs high, you hug me tightly, and then wrap yourself tightly in the sheet. Maybe you won't be discovered!"

"Won't you?" she asked doubtfully. "Don't worry!" "If you find out, I'll say I'm your girlfriend, as long as you don't look up." After considering it for a moment, seeing how confident Zhao Zijie was, she could only nod in agreement. But nodding didn't lead to anything; she just hugged her breasts, blushing as she looked at Zhao Zijie.

Zhao Zijie was almost overwhelmed by her. One moment she was puffing out her chest and laughing, the next she was acting coquettishly. She was completely unpredictable, like a whimper. He didn't know whether to scold her or just play along. "Hurry up and hug me tighter, or I'm going to let her in!"

Zhao Zijie pretended to shout. This time she was quick. She wrapped her arms around Zhao Zijie's chest, pressed her breasts tightly against his chest, and buried her head in his neck. When Zhao Zijie bent his legs, her pink legs wrapped around his thighs and tucked into the gap between his knees.

Zhao Zijie pulled up the sheet covering the two of them, using both hands and feet to cover them completely, leaving only his head sticking out. "Okay...okay! Nurse, you can come in now!"

Zhao Zijie called out. Sure enough, the door was immediately pushed open, and a sweet-looking nurse carrying an IV drip approached Zhao Zijie, followed by the shifty-looking A-Guo. A-Guo gestured for Zhao Zijie to be quiet with his index finger. Zhao Zijie smiled, wondering what he was up to. "Hey! It's been dripping for a while now, hasn't it? The blood's flowing back out, I'm so sorry." Seeing the dark red blood in the plastic tube, the sweet-looking nurse apologized to Zhao Zijie while changing the IV drip.

"It's okay! I didn't feel anything at all. I didn't even notice until you said so."

"Oh...it's good that you're smart enough to tighten the tube, otherwise your hand would have swollen up!"

"How much longer do I have to get this IV drip? It's really inconvenient like this,"

Zhao Zijie asked her. She had already changed the IV drip and, holding the empty bottle, smiled, saying, "It'll probably have to wait until tomorrow afternoon! Don't find it troublesome; the IV drip is mainly to make it easier for them to add the medication. Unless you're willing to get an injection every three or four hours, I can ask the doctor to stop." Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly noticed Zhao Zijie's bulging chest and abdomen. She exclaimed, "Huh!" and asked in surprise, "How come you're so fat? The record says you only weigh around 60 kilograms, yet you have such a

big belly." Zhao Zijie had already bent over, clasped his hands together, and hugged Yuzhen tightly to his chest. Unexpectedly, she still became suspicious, so Zhao Zijie quickly explained, "That...that was my weight five or six years ago. I've been eating a lot of meat and fish these past few years, so my belly has gotten bigger. And these IV drips might even be contributing to it!" He felt Yuzhen pressing even harder against him, her fiery breasts clasping tightly against his ribs, as if trying to crush them. "Ha! You make it sound like you've had hundreds of IV drips, but it's only been four or five." She adjusted the IV drip flow and seemed about to leave when she suddenly saw Yuzhen's trolley parked nearby, with used cotton swabs on the tray. She couldn't help but ask, "Strange? Did Yuzhen come by? I haven't seen her." Yuzhen, hidden under the sheet, fearing Zhao Zijie would betray her, pulled out a hand and grasped Zhao Zijie's unputtled penis, pretending to squeeze it hard. His manhood, warm and slippery in Yuzhen's hand, felt incredibly comfortable, but he couldn't guarantee she wouldn't squeeze harder. Zhao Zijie could only say, "Yes, yes, yes…she just came in and went out again. She didn't forget to put her clothes on, but she forgot to take the trolley out." Hearing Zhao Zijie's sarcastic remark, A-Guo almost burst out laughing, and the slender hand gripping his penis tightened its hold. Zhao Zijie had expected a harsh warning and turned pale with fright, but thankfully she stopped there. He felt Zhao Zijie tremble, and quickly released his grip. "How are you? Does the wound hurt?" "Let me check on you. I don't know if Yuzhen has changed your dressing." The sweet nurse asked with concern when she saw Zhao Zijie's face suddenly turn pale. A-Guo shook his head frantically. The sweet nurse looked at A-Guo with a puzzled expression and reached out to pull back the sheet.

Just as she realized what was happening, a cool sensation ran through her feet, and Zhao Zijie's penis felt as if it had suddenly entered a warm, slippery crevice. Two sticky, plump labia were pressed tightly against the base of his penis, and many hairs sprouted from the glans and crawled down to his lower abdomen, making him unbearably itchy. It turned out that the moment the sheet was pulled back, Yuzhen had quickly stuffed Zhao Zijie's penis into her panties, accurately positioning it between her increasingly aroused labia. Like the summer sunset, the sweet nurse's pretty face flushed red. She hadn't expected the scene under the sheet to be so erotic.

A woman wearing black silk panties had her ample buttocks upside down beneath a man's bare crotch. Although his penis was hidden inside the small panties, its erect shape, stretched taut by the thin fabric, was almost conspicuously visible, a blatant display of sexual intercourse. Thinking of his embarrassing situation, Zhao Zijie blushed and couldn't speak. Yuzhen, in his arms, clung tightly to him, her pink buttocks exposed to the cold wind, shrinking further into the blankets. Her

warm labia seemed to use Zhao Zijie's penis as a train track, slid it forward. The sweet-looking nurse covered her face and turned away, feigning anger as she scolded, "You...how can you do this...this kind of thing in the ward?" Her ears were burning red. "Don't you doctors and nurses do this kind of thing in the ward?" A-Guo retorted, admiring her coquettish demeanor. "You...you shouldn't talk nonsense...we would never do such a thing!"

"Oh...is that so?"

"What? Don't talk nonsense and ruin our hospital's reputation." The sweet nurse lowered her hands and emphasized seriously.

"Then I should go see the ophthalmologist. Last night, I don't know which couple was moaning and groaning in room 411. Did they think no one would know just because the door was locked?" A-Guo sneered. "You...you say one more word of nonsense and see what I'll do...what I'll do..." The sweet nurse panicked, beads of sweat hanging from her forehead. "I'm not talking nonsense. If you were in there yesterday, you would have seen how your hospital's lewd nurses wrestled with the refined doctors. Hey! That nurse was incredibly slutty. Before entering the ward, she was as dignified as a lady, but as soon as the door was locked, she jumped onto the doctor like a monkey climbing a tree. Before he could help her undress, she pulled her stockings and panties down to her thighs, revealing her overflowing vulva." The sweet nurse's eyes widened in disbelief. She hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "You...you're just making things up to fool me. Didn't you say the door was locked? How could you possibly have broken in and seen me?" She became increasingly convinced of her innocence, her tone becoming increasingly confident. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Did I tell you I broke in from the outside?" Ah-Guo chuckled slyly, looking smug. "You...you...nonsense! I clearly didn't see anyone in the room...unless...unless..." Realizing she'd given herself away, she quickly lowered her head and shut her mouth tightly.

"Ha! In the ward, I wonder if you saw that 'Big Eater Queen' with a cinnabar mole on her labia?" The sweet nurse had already confessed, but Ah-Guo pretended not to notice and continued to tease her. Hearing this, Yuzhen seemed unsatisfied with just listening. She reached out and pulled the sheet open, peeking through to glimpse the sweet nurse's predicament. He felt her long, flowing hair brush against Zhao Zijie's neck as she turned her head. Zhao Zijie felt both angry and amused. Of course, she had just escaped death and was already eager to see others make a fool of themselves. Had she forgotten that her own situation was far worse?

With the full, smooth, half-naked beauty pressed against him, Zhao Zijie had little interest in the story unfolding at the bedside. Although Yuzhen's breasts were pressed together, he could clearly hear her urgent heartbeat, and the constant dampness and heat emanating from his penis were almost unbearable. Zhao Zijie nearly cursed the catheter in his urethra. However, Zhao Zijie still had his left hand. He slowly reached down, sliding his hand over her waist, up her round, pink buttocks, and then into her small panties. With a slight push, he parted her buttocks and his fingers began to brush against her moist labia.

Yu Zhen trembled, letting out a soft moan. She bit Zhao Zijie's right shoulder with her small mouth, then slipped her right hand inside her underwear. She felt her delicate hand grasp Zhao Zijie's hand, but instead of stopping him, it gently manipulated his fingers, playing with his burning labia. Zhao Zijie felt like a puppet, a happy puppet, a useless happy puppet.

His fingers were like barefoot skaters in an ice palace, a slight misstep could send him tumbling into a hot, lustful abyss filled with carnal fluid. That abyss was right beneath his feet, its gaping maw ready to devour him. Zhao Zijie was terrified of being pushed from behind into the fire pit. Although the fire pit wasn't necessarily hellfire, the fire was clearly present in his groin. Whenever his lust intensified, a dull, throbbing pain would tug at his nerves.

Zhao Zijie hated the catheter. It forced him to take frequent deep breaths in this alluring and seductive situation. Although his heart was burning with desire, he dared not gamble his brother's happiness. Yuzhen pinched Zhao Zijie's fingers, rubbing his clitoris. Her technique was so skillful that she could spread the folds of his clitoris with her fingers, then rubbed his fingers up and down. Clearly, she was becoming increasingly aroused. Her pink buttocks, already wide open, were now being pulled so hard that they almost tore open her anus as well. Zhao Zijie was terrified that her vulva and anus would split open. Zhao Zijie had to stay

calm, because investing too much wouldn't bring him any benefit. Have you ever seen a eunuch go to a brothel? Although Zhao Zijie wasn't a eunuch, and his penis was widely praised, at this moment he wasn't much better off than a eunuch. It wouldn't be right to let him enter the brothel with a rope on! (Note: This refers to the catheter inserted into Zhao Zijie's penis. To distract himself, Zhao Zijie began to listen attentively to the stories by the bedside, while Yuzhen, holding Zhao Zijie's hand, rubbed her clitoris until it was overflowing with fluid and her pubic petals trembled. Meanwhile, she was also intently listening to the sounds of A-Guo and the sweet nurse.

"Okay! I'll tell you the truth. I'm in room 405, right? It's not as quiet as Zijie's single room. There are four patients there, and you have to queue to smoke or go to the toilet. So, I finally found an empty room, 411, where I can smoke and poop freely." "

And wouldn't you know it, last night I was listening to my Walkman and pooping in the toilet in room 411 when I suddenly heard the door being pushed open. A doctor and a nurse, arm in arm, slipped into the room and started doing that shady thing.")

"The two of them were making lewd noises against the wall for a while. The nurse seemed to be getting annoyed and asked the doctor to carry her to the bed. The bed was creaking and groaning, and the nurse's moans went from one level to five, almost reaching the heavens. I was in the bathroom and found it extremely uncomfortable. I pushed open the door and crawled out like a kitten."

"Really? And then?" The sweet nurse seemed determined to deny everything and asked with a calm expression.

"Hey! Hey! Then I saw a slutty nurse kneeling against the wall like a little bitch, her nurse's skirt lifted to her waist, her shaved pubic hair showing as the doctor's penis vigorously fucked her. I saw they all had their backs to me, so I crawled under the bed. Look! I was lucky enough to find these things under the bed!" A-Guo grinned as he pulled a wad of clothing from his pocket. Zhao Zijie looked at A-Guo's bulging pockets; besides Yu-Zhen's nurse's uniform, he wondered what other treasures were inside. It was a pink thong and a pair of white stockings. A-Guo picked up the strip of fabric and waved it in front of the sweet nurse, asking, "How about it? Familiar, right? I used to think..." "Nurses are supposed to be incredibly pure and innocent, wearing ordinary cotton panties, maybe with some lace or frills. I was so wrong. It turns out nurses aren't conservative at all these days; they dress so provocatively, they're practically on par with hotel girls."

Chapter 224 Pretty Little Nurse 10

"I don't know if it's from walking around all day, or if it got stained with the cum from a horny bitch last night, Zijie, look, there's a huge white patch on this little crotch, and it smells so lewd!" A-Guo took a deep breath at the crotch of the panties, his eyes fixed on the sweet nurse's reaction. "You…" The sweet nurse bit her lower lip, too angry to speak.

"Hey! And these stockings, don't let their plain white appearance fool you, they're actually quite special. Look, they're open at the crotch, like this, with an opening right at your little cunt. No matter what, your fingers, poop, pee, it's all fine. Even the doctor's stinky mouth and penis can easily slip inside. It couldn't be more convenient. I bet a penis passed through here yesterday. The sides of the opening are all yellowed. When I picked them up yesterday, they were all sticky!" Ah-Guo stretched out the crotch of the stockings, and sure enough, there was a yellowish stain around the opening.

"You can't look! You...you have to give it back!" The sweet nurse's face flushed red, and she lunged to snatch it from A-Guo's hands. A-Guo wasn't about to let her get it! He untied the elastic band of his beach shorts and underwear, stuffing the clothes into his crotch, and taunted, "Haha! So these lewd things were yours, but now my brother has them. Go talk to him, I'll completely follow his advice." He then put his hands on his hips, thrusting out his buttocks, waiting for the sweet nurse to pounce. The sweet nurse's slender hands were raised in mid-air, unsure whether to go in or back, her bright eyes brimming with tears. Finally, she stomped her foot angrily and said, "You...you're so bad! Luckily it's not mine, I'll just give it to you!"

"How strange! You were just asking me to return it, and now it's not yours anymore. If it's not yours, why do you have the right to give it to me?" A-Guo asked, utterly bewildered. "Hmph! Mind your own business! I'm giving it to you, so what?" The sweet nurse, at a loss for words, pouted and started acting spoiled. Yu-Zhen, nestled in Zhao Zi-Jie's arms, was almost bursting with laughter. Her small hand, which had been gently pinching Zhao Zi-Jie's fingers, stopped. Her fingers intertwined with Zhao Zi-Jie's, resting between their sticky thighs. Through her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, Zhao Zi-Jie could feel her trying hard to suppress her laughter.

"Fine, I don't care. I'm not planning to return it anyway. People say a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and this fragrant pair of underwear belongs to a virtuous person. I'll just smell it, and use it properly, morning and night!" A-Guo said with a grin. Looking at the embarrassed and indignant sweet nurse, A-Guo continued, "Since the underwear isn't yours, you must not know about yesterday's steamy events. Let me continue to report to you!"

"Anyway, it's all made up. Say what you want, it's none of my business!" The sweet nurse turned her head and tidied up the trolley, looking like it was none of her concern, but she was unwilling to easily push open the door and go out, wanting to hear how much of her good time had been spied on.

"Ha! So, I was hiding under the bed, and after finding this slutty pair of panties and sexy stockings, I was overjoyed. Suddenly, the slutty nurse above me let out a desperate moan, crying out, 'Oh... good brother... I can't take it anymore... it's gone! It's gone!' I was startled and almost dropped my treasure. Just as I was wondering if I'd been discovered, the doctor spoke up, panting, 'Huff... huff... my little slut, you've already come twice, but brother hasn't come yet. My cock is so itchy. Lie down and let brother fuck you properly.' I suddenly realized I'd misunderstood and quickly hid my spoils in my pocket." Ah Guo recounted the story, shaking his head, his appearance truly hilarious. When he imitated the doctor's panting, the imitation was so lifelike that it almost made you think he was the one experiencing pleasure! "The doctor heard the nurse's weak voice say, 'Ugh... good brother... you're making my hole so sore and numb, like I'm about to lose control. Give me a breath, push slowly for a while!' The doctor mumbled a reply, then the bed creaked, and the nurse lay down. The doctor finally learned to be gentle and did as he was told, slowly thrusting in and out."

"I heard the 'squeak, squeak' sounds of penetration above my head, and the nurse's moans of both pain and pleasure. I was so itchy, I almost pulled out my penis and joined the doctor in the fight, but I wasn't so reckless as to break up the two lovers. At that time, I did something very interesting." At this point, Ah Guo paused, keeping her in suspense, staring intently at the blushing, sweet nurse. "You... what did you do?" the sweet nurse asked unconsciously.

Ah Guo turned to Zhao Zijie with a sly smile and continued, "Didn't I just say I was listening to my Walkman in the bathroom? The Walkman happened to be in my pocket, and Zhao Zijie pulled it out, removed the Wu Bai cassette, broke the anti-recording clip, and then used it to record the scene."

"Look," Ah Guo continued, "this Wu Bai 'Lonely Bird on a Branch' cassette has now become 'Chicken Broken Bird,' haha! I've turned Wu Bai into a woman! Nurse, aren't I amazing?" Ah Guo pulled the cassette from his pocket and waved it at the sweet nurse with a grin.

"You...how could you record...record someone's...record? Waaah...I...I'm so ashamed..." The sweet nurse, embarrassed and anxious, burst into tears, covering her face and trying to escape. She only reached the door before realizing something was wrong. The evidence was still in the other person's hands. If she ran out like this, who knew what they would do with the tape? If her colleagues heard it, it would be a disaster. Besides, she didn't know if the guy was just making things up. What a coincidence! She'd only done it a few times in the ward, yet someone had recorded it.

Suspicion welled up inside her, and she stopped abruptly at the door. Turning around, she said suspiciously, "Really? I also like Wu Bai's singing! If Wu Bai were a woman, his singing would be even better. Could we...now..." "Let's play it for everyone to hear, ha! I love Wu Bai to death." Tears still welled up in his eyes, but a sly smile had already crept onto his lips. Ah Guo kissed the cassette tape, clasped his hands together, and sat on the foot of the bed. He slowly said, "No rush, no rush. Since you like it, I certainly won't spoil your fun. How can I not explain the whole story of such a blush-inducing cassette tape? Let me finish telling you about the recording process first!" The sweet nurse stood quietly at the door without saying a word, her face a mixture of emotions, both laughing and crying. "I pressed the record button and actually crawled out from the foot of the bed. That pair of lewd nurses and doctors, the woman lying down and the man penetrating, were both facing away from me and couldn't see me. I quietly crawled behind the doctor, placed the tape recorder next to his hairy buttocks, and then held my breath and lay on the bed to watch the sexual intercourse up close."

"That was truly spectacular! It was the first time in my life I'd ever seen a cock slowly inserted all the way into a juicy cunt, then dragged out its swollen labia. Each time it was pulled out, milky white fluid flowed down the edge of the cunt to the dark, shiny perineum, then flooded the constantly contracting anus." "

Although the doctor's hairy ass stank horribly, Zhao Zijie couldn't help but get closer and closer. He saw a dark red mole on the slutty nurse's labia minora. With each thrust of the cock, it flipped in and out, becoming redder and brighter. When it was glowing red, the slutty nurse's cunt became wanton again, and her hands tightly gripped the doctor's ass, desperately trying to shove it into her hole."

"All I could hear were 'Oh...good brother...fuck me...fuck my cunt hard...fuck it through...fuck it to pieces...' such lewd moans filled the air. The poor doctor was sweating profusely and panting heavily, his body covered in rashes. I was afraid he couldn't keep up, so I decided to lend him a hand on the spot. Oh...no! I meant with my tongue. I stuck out my tongue and licked that shiny, lewd asshole." Ah Guo stuck out his tongue and demonstrated on the spot. Zhao Zijie saw the sweet nurse's body tremble, her hands covering her buttocks, and a blush quickly crept up to her ears.

"As soon as my wonderful tongue licked down, that lewd nurse couldn't take it anymore. She let out a soul-stirring moan, her little buttocks tensed and arched, her fingers twisting the doctor's buttocks into a pretzel, his penis and testicles almost swallowed into her cunt."

"She cried out in a hoarse voice: 'Mmm...oh...good brother...you lick me so wonderfully...ah...so good...so good...I'm going to cum again!' 'Come on...fuck that wet little thing...lick that slutty little hole...mmm...I...I'm about to cum...cum!' Ah Guo imitated a woman's moans, his erect body emitting a woman's lustful sounds, it was truly incongruous to the extreme. The sweet nurse tightly covered her buttocks with both hands, her mouth wide open, her face flushed and pale, and she stammered: 'You...you really licked my...my...'" "There?" Ah Guo's tongue slid around the corners of his lips, then he pulled it back with a "tsk" sound, swallowed hard, and said with lingering relish, "Yeah! Didn't you know? You were still begging me to lick your slutty little hole? You must have felt so good yesterday!" After saying that, he stared intently at the nurse's lower body. "You're so dirty! How... how could you take advantage of me like that? How could you just kiss... kiss that kind of place like that?" Tears welled up in her eyes again, her face remained flushed, one hand tightly gripping her skirt, the other protecting her buttocks, as if that would make her feel a little more at ease.

"Really? I remember yesterday that slutty nurse was ecstatic. The moment I took my first lick, her labia, which were wrapped around my penis, glistened with moisture, and thick, egg-white-like bubbles appeared from the opening. I saw them so engrossed in their ecstasy that they completely ignored the power of my thin tongue. But that didn't matter; the nurse praised my tongue skills as unparalleled, and the doctor, while thrusting, kept yelling, 'Good, wonderful, it makes his penis throb!' I was incredibly proud and wanted to immediately give it my all. Even though the nurse's anus was covered in thick white fluid, I still relentlessly pushed forward with my tongue." "That was really interesting! I repeatedly licked along the nurse's perineum towards her anus. As soon as I approached the radial opening, the nurse..." Her little hands would exert force, her reddened labia minora tightening like a mimosa, gripping his penis and sucking it in. And what was most infuriating was that the doctor was panting heavily, constantly praising it. The response was so enthusiastic that I became even more engrossed, licking almost every fold of my anus clean. Once, I accidentally licked the base of the doctor's penis, but luckily my moist labia were nearby, so he wouldn't suspect a thing.” Ah-Guo said in one breath, then, seeing the sweet nurse still covering her buttocks, he chuckled and said, “Luckily you wiped your buttocks clean after using the toilet. Maybe you even showered before your tryst yesterday, so there's no smell at all. Otherwise, I'd be a stinker, haha!” The sweet nurse was both amused and exasperated, wanting to defend herself but hesitant to speak. "I couldn't lick for long before I heard the lewd nurse moaning intermittently, her breath coming in gasps. Each moan was so lewd that it almost stole my soul. Meanwhile, the doctor was thrusting into her, his juices splashing everywhere, covering Zhao Zijie's face with soy sauce. Despite me risking my life to accompany him, he was panting heavily, his penis going in and out faster and faster, his neck swelling like a pig's liver. He kept yelling that it was no good, that it was going to be bad, and that his semen was about to be injected into that reddened flesh hole." "

In a panic, I curled up my tongue and pushed hard, and with the help of her juices, it went into the nurse's anus three or four centimeters deep. I heard the lewd nurse moan, 'Oh... Brother, you're really killing me!' The doctor also thrust hard into her clitoris and cried out, 'Ah! Sister! I... I'm about to be sucked dry!' The two of them hugged each other tightly, trembling violently at the same time. I wanted to slip off the bed, but when I saw the bright red flesh covering my penis twitching incessantly, a wave of fluid surging out, and the faint gurgling sound of water, I seized the opportunity. I grabbed my Walkman, pointed the microphone at their intertwined genitals, and recorded this lewd and passionate sound." Ah Guo looked at the lewd nurse with a smug expression, as if he had done something earth-shattering.

The sweet nurse lowered her head, not daring to meet Ah Guo's rapist-like gaze, her small mouth stammering, "You... what exactly do you want?" Ah Guo chuckled a few times and said, "Heh! I'll tell you what I want later, my story isn't finished yet!"

"No... please don't say anymore! I... don't want to hear it!" the sweet nurse pleaded.

Ah Guo seemed not to hear, picked up a paper cup from the bedside table, poured himself a glass of water to moisten his throat, and then said, "That pair of lewd nurses and lustful doctors were really bobbing up and down in a sea of desire for quite a while. By the time they came to their senses, I had already shrunk back under the bed. The two of them shamelessly started flirting, saying things like, 'Your body is the best among all the nurses in the hospital, your pussy is the hottest and tightest,' and 'Your dick is the best I've ever used, it's almost irresistible.' I almost laughed my head off when I heard it. Suddenly, the doctor said meaningfully, 'Huixiang! I've always had a wish, I wonder if you can help me?' The nurse said in a coquettish voice, 'Dear brother, you've played with every hole on my body, what do you want, how could I refuse?' Ha! I say, Huixiang! Do you know what that doctor really wanted?" Ah Guo looked at the sweet-looking nurse, and Zhao Zijie finally knew that her name was Huixiang.

Huixiang lowered her head absently, her thoughts wandering, and did not reply to Ah Guo's words. The doctor stammered, "I've never seen how my sperm stays inside a woman's vagina. Just thinking about how much semen I just ejaculated inside you makes me wonder if it's doing well? Is it trying to burrow into the uterus?" Huixiang pouted and protested, saying that her vagina was so narrow that there was no way to see inside. "

The doctor hugged Huixiang tightly, kissing her several times, and then said he had secretly brought 'Sibeikulang'. Upon hearing this, Huixiang couldn't help but curse, repeatedly calling the doctor rotten and a pervert, for having planned to embarrass her all along. One cried out in shame and the other pleaded with a shameless face. Finally, Huixiang couldn't resist the doctor's gentle words and agreed."

Chapter 225 Pretty Little Nurse Eleven

"I was very curious, not understanding what 'Sibeikulang' was. Was it more powerful than Mad Dog Lang or Wan Sha Lang (a Taiwanese singer)? I wanted to see what kind of deity it was, so I slowly poked my head out from the foot of the bed. Ah! God bless me! At that time, Huixiang's delicate body was lying at the head of the bed, her small hands tightly gripping her jade legs, which were spread open in a V shape, and the doctor was kneeling in front of her crotch, just covering her alluring secret place."

"The doctor took a shiny object from his white coat pocket that looked like a magnifying glass or an ice cream scoop. I knew it was a speculum, commonly known as a 'duckbill.' I couldn't see his movements, but I heard Huixiang cry out in pain, repeatedly telling the doctor to slow down and not hurt her!" (Note: speculum) "I really wanted to join them. I'd been interested in this kind of vaginal examination since high school, but I couldn't get into obstetrics and gynecology, so I had to give up the opportunity. The doctor worked for a while, then suddenly reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, burying his head between Huixiang's legs, exclaiming in surprise: ' Wow! It really is! So much thick, white semen filled the entire vaginal cavity, you know? It's like drinking a mouthful of yogurt, every tender piece of flesh is soaked in semen. I really want to kiss that bright red vaginal flesh protecting my offspring! "At the time, I also really wanted to see what it looked like to have a mouthful of yogurt, but the doctor turned around and actually took out a rubber tube from his white coat pocket. He said, 'Good Huixiang! I want to see you lewdly sucking out semen from your own vagina. That will be so degrading that I can't stand it. After you finish sucking, I definitely won't be able to resist wanting to fuck you again!' Huixiang spat out a 'you rascal' in annoyance, and said shyly..." She refused, but despite her refusal, the duckbill plug remained inside her vagina, and the rubber tube slid all the way to the bottom with a hissing sound—the doctor had begun to suck. Yuzhen's face, pressed tightly against his chest, was burning hot. She muttered a low curse, "Pervert!" Her labia, pressed against Zhao Zijie's palm, continued to glisten with vaginal fluid, her chest rising and falling, exhaling a fragrant breath. Indeed, Zhao Zijie also felt skeptical of A-Guo's story, suspecting he was making it up. Suddenly, applause rang out, and Huixiang regained her spirits, clapping loudly. She said with a smile, "Wonderful! Wonderful!" "Storytelling genius! I almost fell for your trick! I knew it was strange! Four or five new patients came in last night, and the nurses were all incredibly busy. Who would have time for such a perverted scheme? And you specifically named Huixiang! Heaven knows I was working myself to the bone yesterday, I couldn't even get a short rest." A-Guo made a face at Zhao Zijie, feigning surprise, and said, "You...you're saying I made up a story to fool you? I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, it couldn't be more real! Humph! I even have a recording as solid evidence, do you want me to go to the nursing station and let everyone hear it?" He looked like he was eager to stir up trouble. Huixiang chuckled and said, "Oh, right! Live recording! Although you described it so eloquently, almost like the truth, do you know that if the anti-recording clip on a cassette tape breaks, it can't record anymore? You've got it exactly backwards. Luckily, I listened carefully and noticed the flaw in your words. Ha! Even if you're a silver-tongued person, you can't ruin my reputation." A-Guo stared in disbelief, stammering, "No...no way! I clearly pressed the record button. If it couldn't record, it shouldn't have been pressed. Could it be...could it be that all my efforts were in vain? Then last night's heavenly voice was wasted?"

"Ha! You still want to fool me now? Why don't you play the female Wu Bai's moaning and let us all have a taste of the good stuff?" Huixiang said, suppressing a laugh. "I don't believe it! When I took out the cassette tape, I saw that it was mostly wound up. There must be something inside. You dare to call a few colleagues in and say I'm going to play the lewd female Wu Bai's songs for them, let's see if you dare?" "Ah Guo's neck turned red as he stubbornly retorted. Seeing Ah Guo's trapped and helpless state, Hui Xiang became even more certain of her judgment. She raised her head and said in a coquettish voice, "Hmph! Let them scream then, who's afraid of who? I'll call all the nurses outside in to listen to some nice singing. If they play the same old songs later, how are you going to apologize to everyone?" After saying that, she stared intently at Ah Guo. Ah Guo pouted and said helplessly, "I'll... I'll treat all your colleagues who come in to a sumptuous meal!"

"Okay! It's a deal, no scalping allowed! You stay here obediently and don't run away. I'll call everyone in right away." She pushed open the door and left, leaving a trail of fragrance.

Yuzhen secretly peeked at Aguo's expression through the gap in the sheet, and Zhao Zijie couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Aguo! Are you really planning to miss out on a big meal? She might have invited a dozen or twenty people in, which could cost a thousand or two thousand dollars." Aguo grinned confidently, took out his Walkman from his pocket, put the cassette tape in, and without answering Zhao Zijie's question, he just muttered to himself, "Hehe! Run away? You'd better invite all the doctors and nurses in the hospital. I want to see who will run away then!" Of course, Aguo didn't run away, because it was Huixiang who should have run away.

A sudden silence fell over the ward. Zhao Zijie felt Yu Zhen's warm, half-naked body rising and falling against his chest, while his right hand was held by her small hand, tucked inside her silk panties, positioned precisely between his buttocks. His attention returned to the woman in his arms, and the catheter he had forgotten about began to bother him again. Zhao Zijie's fingertip was accidentally tapped by his throbbing penis. He knew it was time to say goodbye to the catheter. "Yu Zhen, please, please help me remove the catheter! This is torture! You… just say the patient removed it himself,"

Zhao Zijie pleaded.

"How would a patient know how to remove a catheter?" She pulled her hand away and looked up at Zhao Zijie. "My sister happens to be a nurse, can't that work?"

Zhao Zijie cleverly offered his suggestion. Yu-zhen lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Okay, but you have to make him give me back my nurse's uniform." She then turned her face to look at A-Guo, who was sitting blankly at the foot of the bed. A-Guo, who had been focused on rewinding the cassette tape, smiled and said, "Ha! I thought the big-breasted nurse liked to stay naked on Zi-jie and didn't want to wear clothes anymore, but it turns out she still remembers her clothes are on me! Fine! As long as you help Zi-jie remove that damn catheter, I'll personally present him with a nurse's white coat.

" "No backing out, though!" Covering her ample breasts, Yu-zhen, wearing only a small pair of panties, got out of bed. After rummaging around on the bedside tray for a while, she returned to the bedside with a 50cc empty syringe. Lifting the sheet, she saw that Zhao Zi-jie's penis was still erect, his penis, pubic hair, and even his lower abdomen all covered in a layer of moisture. His pubic hair was especially messy, with many glistening droplets clinging to it, like dewdrops on a morning field.

"Honestly! Why am I leaking so much fluid?"

Zhao Zijie stammered. Yu Zhen glared at Zhao Zijie, her face flushing slightly. She muttered a sarcastic remark, then aimed the needle at the fork in the catheter. A gush of fluid was drawn out by the syringe. She then pinched his penis and slowly pulled out the catheter. A dull, throbbing pain escaped from his body. The urine-soaked rubber tube was gone in an instant. Zhao Zijie's penis, like an eagle released from its cage, instantly rose to its full height, as if about to take flight.

"Mmm...that's good! Yu Zhen, come on! Come back under my covers. This time I promise you won't be disappointed,"

Zhao Zijie said, opening his arms to Yu Zhen. Her eyes were fixed on Zhao Zijie's erect penis, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment in her expression. Her exposed breasts swayed with her breath. She swallowed hard and spat, "You lecher! You've only just gotten the tube out and you're already trying to take advantage of me? I'm not that easy."

"Really? Then who was it that grabbed my hand and made it all sticky and pungent?"

Zhao Zijie raised his right hand and sniffed it, looking at her with ill intent.

"I don't care! It just can't be here, and it can't be now. Give me back my clothes! If a bunch of people come in and see me like this, I'll be too ashamed to live." She said anxiously. Judging from her tone, she was willing to let Zhao Zijie do whatever he wanted somewhere else. Zhao Zijie felt a surge of pleasure and looked at A-Guo, hoping he would keep his promise. "Here... take it! I may be a lecher, but I'm also a true gentleman. I always keep my word. It's a shame that Zijie missed out on a chance to have some fun." "Ah Guo said, taking out a nurse's uniform and handing it back to Yu Zhen.

Yu Zhen, with her back to Ah Guo, quickly put on her bra and the nurse's uniform, returning to her usual neat attire. With clothes as a cover, she finally regained her composure. She pouted and said, "Ugh... so shameless! You brag without even blushing. You're obviously a lecher, but as for being a gentleman, I really don't know what you're capable of." Ah Guo didn't argue, pressing the play button on his portable music player, and a series of hissing noises flowed out. Zhao Zijie pulled up his underwear and put on his patient gown while carefully listening to the sounds in the air, and Yu Zhen also listened intently with wide eyes.

"This is what I recorded when I hid under the hospital bed and pressed the record button. The space under the bed is cramped, and my rapid breathing was so close, so the sound quality isn't very good. Listen carefully, can you hear the creaking and groaning of the hospital bed and the sound of a storm... Hey! That storm is my breathing!" Ah Guo explained. He turned the volume up to the maximum, and sure enough, he could hear the sound he described. The wind blew in gusts, every four or five seconds. After lasting for nearly twenty seconds, suddenly a "plop...plop..." sound rang out, accompanied by a dull, sticky sound of water, like walking barefoot on muddy ground, pulling and scrambling, making a squeaking sound.

"Hehe...Damn it! You can't imagine just by listening, but as soon as I hear this sound, I see that bubbling little cunt from last night, and that shiny cinnabar mole...it's so fucking lewd..." A-Guo cursed. After the intense water sounds, suddenly a soul-stirring, bone-melting mole came out: "Ugh...oh...good brother...fuck...fuck me...fuck my cunt hard...fuck it through...fuck it to pieces..." followed by a long, continuous moaning sound. "Ah! It's Huixiang! That's right! I really...I never expected this..." Yu-Zhen exclaimed, her small hand covering her mouth in surprise.

"Now, let's get to the show!" Ah-Guo chuckled mischievously, stopped the recording, and rewound the cassette. Soon after, a large group of nurses flooded into the ward, a group of about eleven or twelve women. Four or five were intern nurses in blue uniforms, still looking rather young, while the rest were mature ward nurses of varying styles. "Hey... Yu-Zhen, what are you doing here? I couldn't find you anywhere, I thought you'd skipped work again." Hui-Xiang asked in surprise when she saw Yu-Zhen by the bedside.

"Um... I just went to Dr. Wang's to get the doctor's orders. This patient kept insisting I remove the catheter, so I had to go to the outpatient clinic to see Dr. Wang, and he told me to remove it for him!" Yu-Zhen lied without batting an eye. "Oh! You're here just in time. This patient's friend said he's going to play a nice cassette for everyone to listen to, and afterwards, he's treating everyone who listened to it to a big dinner at a restaurant!" "Huixiang boasted confidently, believing she had everything under control, but the dozen or so nurses around her looked on with suspicion.

'Is there really such a good thing in the world? Huixiang, don't listen to his nonsense. I think we shouldn't listen either. He might play some pornographic recording from 0204 and make them blush. Aren't all these sexual perverts into doing this kind of thing?' Yuzhen, at least, had the compassion of a colleague and tried to give Huixiang a little hint, hoping she would back down. But Huixiang wouldn't listen. Now that all her colleagues were in, she had to at least hear the mystery in the recording. She raised her pretty face and said loudly, 'Hey! Big Bull! Does what you just said count? Tonight they're going to have a feast at the Grand Hotel. Don't let yourself become a slut!'"

"Of course! Don't even mention the Grand Hotel, even if you want to eat shark fin and bird's nest, I won't even bat an eye," A-Guo said confidently. Actually, just by looking at A-Guo's confident demeanor, any normal person could tell he was guaranteed to win. But Hui-Xiang was stubborn and had her mind stuck in a dead end. She refused to believe that her shameful secret had been exposed. She wouldn't give up until she saw the truth. Zhao Zi-Jie secretly glanced at Yu-Zhen, who looked gloating, as if he had done his duty and that Hui-Xiang had brought this on herself. It was easy to see why Hui-Xiang didn't live up to expectations. The intern nurses next to her asked all at once, "Senior! Senior! What kind of cassette tape is it? It's so mysterious!" Hui-Xiang didn't answer. She gave A-Guo a final ultimatum: "Hurry up and play it! Do you think they have a lot of time?" Instantly, twelve nurses formed a circle around A-Guo. Surrounded by them, A-Guo was overjoyed. He flipped his finger and pressed the play button hard. For a moment, the ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the only sound was the rhythmic, repetitive click of the tape recorder. "Huh! What's that sound?" Several nurses exclaimed in surprise as the rustling noise and howling wind broke the silence. Huixiang's expression turned grave.

Then came the sound of water splashing on the muddy path, "Squeak! Squeak!" "Clatter! Clatter!" The nurses were bewildered, their eyes filled with questions as they looked at Aguo. Aguo smiled silently, staring at the pale-faced Huixiang with a smug glint in his eyes. Zhao Zijie knew what sounds were about to spill out and desperately hoped Huixiang would grab the recorder and stop, but Huixiang was also listening to a tape for the first time and had no idea what was going on. She listened intently, completely lost in thought.

Her hesitant steps quickened, and the faint sounds of a woman's moans could be heard mixed in. Several astute nurses realized what the sounds were, and in unison, Xia Sheng lowered her head and chin. Suddenly, Hui Xiang, her face deathly pale, pushed through the crowd, reaching for the tape recorder, shouting, "No...don't play it again...you can't play it!" A Guo held the recorder high above his head, and Hui Xiang twisted and pulled, unable to reach it, her eyes red as she clung to him.

The footsteps in the air quickened to almost running, then a seductive, agonizing wail rang out: "Ugh...oh...good brother...fuck...fuck me...fuck my cunt hard...fuck it through...fuck it to pieces..." Finally, tears streamed down Hui Xiang's face, her cheeks flushing red and then pale, her entire body frozen like a clay statue. The nurses blushed and remained silent for a long while before someone blurted out, "Oh no! Playing this kind of recording! It's so perverted!" An intern nurse, oblivious to the awkwardness, asked, "Hey! Senior Huixiang, isn't that your voice?" As soon as she finished speaking, all eyes turned to Huixiang.

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