[Urban] Rebirth of a Beauty's Domination (Complete) - Episodes 28-30 (End)

Chapter 8: The Promise

The next morning, the old beggar woke up, his eyes slightly open. In the warm, bright sunlight, a beautiful woman, elegant and refined, smiled at him. The old beggar muttered to himself, "Have I gone to heaven? Is this an angel?"

Rouxue gently asked, "What are you saying?"

The old beggar then realized what she meant.

Afraid that his wife would blame him for what happened the night before and leave again, the old beggar hurriedly explained, "Sister, last night I saw that bastard bullying you, I chased him away… but I didn't expect to see your body again… I didn't mean to see you…"

His wife blushed. The old beggar had already seen her body twice—the day before yesterday when he saw her changing clothes, and yesterday when she was completely naked! She had no privacy left in front of him.

"My name is Mu Rouxue, you can call me Rouxue from now on,"

his wife interrupted. The kind-hearted wife felt deeply guilty that the old beggar had been seriously injured and crippled while saving her, and now she only wanted to make amends.

Looking at the old beggar with his left leg in a thick cast, the kind-hearted wife's eyes began to redden.

Rouxue took leave from school and went home to have some nourishing food prepared.

She changed her clothes, wearing a pink fitted sweater and a brown midi skirt, and put on a pink headband with a bow before returning to the hospital.

Just as she reached the ward door, she found the old beggar lying on the ground. The wife quickly went over and helped him up, asking, "Why are you lying on the ground?"

The old beggar replied helplessly, "They all think I'm dirty and won't touch me."

"Sister."

"Just call me Rouxue,"

the wife said gently.

"Rouxue, don't worry about me. People like me don't deserve to be taken care of. It's better to die sooner rather than later."

After saying this, the old beggar lowered his head and sobbed twice.

This deeply touched the kind wife's heart. Tears welled in her eyes as she softly said, "I'm here. I'll take good care of you."

Bathed in warm sunlight, a woman with rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, large eyes, and a high nose bridge, wearing a pink top, exuded femininity. The old beggar ate the tonic Rou Xue personally fed him while admiring this beautiful woman. After the

old beggar finished eating, he watched Rou Xue gradually fall asleep. Rou Xue covered him with a blanket and stormed off to the director's office.

"Dad, why is no one looking after my friend in his ward?"

the wife demanded.

"Oh, Dad's been too busy. I didn't notice your friend. Isn't he in a VIP ward?"

"The nurses at your hospital don't even want to touch him. How can they take care of him?"

"Ah, how could this be? Saving lives is a doctor's duty. How can they be so prejudiced? I'll talk to them later."

"My dear daughter, don't be angry with your father." The father-in-law had always cherished his daughter like a precious jewel, giving her whatever she wanted.

"Rou'er, this whole thing scared your father to death! That bastard's been caught, but just thinking about last night... my heart is still pounding..."

"Dad, it's alright. I'll be extra careful from now on!"

The wife comforted her father-in-law tenderly, trying to appear relaxed.

"Dad, remember what I told you before... Don't tell Yunxiang, or he'll be worried sick..."

Even after such a terrible ordeal, the kind wife still didn't want to tell me, so as not to distract me and affect my work.

"Dad, he's so pitiful. He's so old, without children or anyone to rely on..."

The kind wife complained to her father-in-law in a coquettish tone.

"Don't worry, my darling daughter, I've asked a friend at another hospital to arrange a job for him in the boiler room. That way, he'll have someone to rely on in his old age... Arranging it with me might give the impression that I'm abusing my power for personal gain..."

"Thank you, Dad! This way, he'll have someone to rely on for the rest of his life..."

After cuddling with her father, Rouxue returned to the old beggar. The old beggar looked dejected. Rouxue asked, "What's wrong?"

The old beggar replied, "A brother of mine wants to visit me, but I'm too ashamed to face him! My brother has married a woman in the countryside, built a small house, but... but I'm still a beggar, alas!"

"We country folk consider it unfilial to have no offspring. I don't even have a woman yet, how can I face my brother, alas!"

It turned out the old beggar wasn't always a beggar. In his youth, he was a laborer, and this brother was just a childhood friend, not related by blood.

Later, because he was forty and had never seen a woman's body, he impulsively peeked at the fat woman at the village head's house, was discovered, and suffered internal injuries, rendering him unable to do heavy work for the rest of his life.

The old beggar was filled with regret. It wasn't worth it for such a fat woman; compared to Rou Xue, it was like a fairy and a sow.

A while ago, the old beggar met a fellow beggar from his village and boasted that he had found a very beautiful woman. Unexpectedly, this fellow beggar went back to his village and spread the news far and wide.

This so-called brother, ostensibly to visit the old beggar, was actually there to laugh at him.

Kind-hearted Rou Xue felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this, thinking, "Do poor people really not deserve partners?" The old beggar had even become lame after saving her; shouldn't she repay him properly? Shouldn't she let him hold his head high in front of his fellow villagers?

Thinking of this, Rouxue whispered, "When your brother comes, tell him, I...I am your woman."

The old beggar didn't hear what his wife said clearly, and seemed somewhat pleased, saying, "In our village, if a woman's body is seen by a man, that woman is considered that man's woman. So, isn't that fat woman my woman?"

Rouxue's cheeks flushed red as she softly replied, "You've seen my body too, so aren't I your woman as well?"

"It's all my fault for creating this situation, for making the old beggar a cripple. Anyway, it's just to let the old beggar regain his self-respect in front of his fellow villagers. Isn't that a kind of compensation?"

The kind-hearted Rouxue comforted herself.

"Sister, sister, I need to relieve myself," the old beggar called out. Rouxue was stunned for a moment before realizing that the old beggar wanted to urinate. Rouxue quickly handed the chamber pot to the old beggar and turned her back to him.

But the old beggar had never enjoyed urinating in bed like this before, and he couldn't urinate no matter what he tried. He could only say again, "Sister, I've never peed in bed before, but... I just can't pee. Never mind, I'll go to the toilet."

Rouxue quickly went out to find a nurse or male doctor to help, but the nurses all thought the old beggar was dirty and had already kept their distance.

Rouxue turned back helplessly. She saw the old beggar trying to get up, and his wife quickly came to support him. However, the frail wife couldn't support him with just her arm. Helpless, she had to place the old beggar's left hand over his head and onto her left shoulder, helping him walk towards the bathroom in the VIP ward.

The old beggar had never imagined he could hold such a delicate and beautiful wife like this. His heart pounded, and his breathing became rapid.

Through a thin sweater, the old beggar could vaguely feel his wife's soft, delicate shoulder.

Because his wife's skin was so smooth and delicate, the old beggar had unknowingly pulled her pink sweater aside. The contrast between his wife's delicate skin, as tender as a peeled egg, and the old beggar's rough, dark hands, like tree bark, was striking.

Rouxue helped the old beggar to the bathroom. His wife forcefully turned her flushed face to the side, her long eyelashes fluttering.

The old beggar, embracing such a delicate beauty and inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from his wife, already had a high erection.

With a slight pull, his entire penis sprang out.

The dirty, ugly penis, resembling a venomous snake's head, was already pointing skyward, glaring at his delicate wife beside him, viscous fluid dripping from its urethral opening.

Time passed slowly. The old beggar stared lewdly at his wife's smooth, jade-like shoulders and her pair of round, firm breasts rising and falling with her breath.

This caused his veiny, black penis to stand at a 120-degree angle for nearly five minutes, unable to urinate, only a few drops of viscous fluid dripping from its urethral opening.

Rouxue was getting impatient, but too embarrassed to turn around, so she gently asked, "Are you done?"

"Knock, knock," a knock came from the door.

The old beggar reluctantly shoved his penis back into his pants and was helped back to bed by his wife.

Rouxue opened the door to find a handsome man standing outside, holding flowers.

"Our Miss Mu is getting more and more charming; even the flowers in my hand pale in comparison."

"Lin Fan, it's you! When did you get back?"

Rouxue said sweetly.

This Lin Fan was his wife's father's prized student, childhood sweetheart, and my biggest rival back then.

In terms of family background, looks, and career, he surpassed me. Perhaps because we grew up together, my wife always treated him like an older brother and never had any romantic feelings for him.

Years ago, after being gently rejected by my wife, Lin Fan heartbrokenly flew abroad to focus on his career.

"I came back specifically for you; I want to pursue you again,"

Lin Fan said earnestly.

Rouxue replied in alarm, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm already married."

"Haha, I was just joking,"

Lin Fan laughed.

Rouxue sweetly patted Lin Fan.

"Oh, you, you tease me as soon as you get back."

Rouxue was so engrossed in her conversation that she completely ignored the old beggar.

Little did his wife know that a fifty-year-old man's possessiveness and jealousy are extremely strong, especially for someone like the old beggar who has no social standing and is extremely insecure.

The old beggar lay on the bed, gazing at the twenty-five-year-old woman before him, filled with sexual allure. Her charming face, fair skin, full breasts, long, beautiful legs, and elegant, sweet attire made his engorged penis swell unbearably. His rough hands roughly rubbed his penis under the covers.

But no matter how hard he rubbed, he could not be satisfied.

The old beggar suddenly let out a groan, interrupting Rouxue and Lin Fan's conversation. His wife rushed to his side, anxiously asking, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

After what had just happened, coupled with his wife's earlier promise, the old beggar had a smug, almost delusional, fantasy that his wife was truly his woman.

Seeing Lin Fan still standing outside the door, and fearing his wife's anger, he muttered evasively, "In our village, women are supposed to stay home, serve their men, and take care of the children. They can't just talk to other men outside." He

immediately regretted his words; he was afraid—afraid his wife would be angry and abandon him, afraid he would never see his angelic wife again.

Just as he was about to explain, Rouxue shyly lowered her head, then turned and walked towards Lin Fan, exchanging a few words with him before Lin Fan left helplessly.

After seeing Lin Fan off, Rouxue returned to the old beggar's bedside and gently said, "You should rest well. I'll go back now, and I'll come see you again tomorrow morning." Although the old beggar was extremely reluctant to part, it was getting late and he had no good excuse to keep his wife, so he reluctantly agreed and watched her leave.

The next morning, the hospital corridor was bustling with activity. A man around 30 years old, about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat that was large enough to be a skirt, was urinating in the hospital corridor. This terrified the female nurses, who all screamed and hid from him.

The man, perhaps finding it amusing, even grinned at the nurses. Just then, hospital security arrived and was about to subdue him when a man around 50 years old, with dark skin and a fierce face, suddenly slapped the young man on the back of the head. The young man was stunned by the slap and, after a while, squatted down and wailed.

The older man quickly smiled apologetically at the two security guards, saying, "Brothers, my son's brain isn't working properly. I've already taught him a lesson, so please don't hold it against me."

This forced smile startled the two guards, who repeatedly said, "Keep an eye on your family. If you continue like this, we won't be so polite."

The old beggar was still dreaming of Rou Xue's ample breasts and shapely buttocks when he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Er Gouzi, Er Gouzi."

The accent sounded so familiar. The old beggar opened his eyes and saw the person standing before him.

"Brother Gou Sheng, it's you! When did you get here?"

the old beggar said.

It turned out the older man was the brother the old beggar had mentioned who worked odd jobs with him in the village, and the younger man was Gou Sheng's adopted son, Gou Bao, who had suffered a brain injury from a fever when he was adopted.

Gou Sheng looked around and said, "Old man, you're doing pretty well, managing to stay in such a high-class hospital room."

The old beggar was overjoyed to hear this and loudly replied, "Of course, my woman arranged this for me."

Gou Sheng, being the eldest son since childhood, had a very strong personality, and hearing the old beggar's words made him extremely uncomfortable. He

immediately became jealous and said, "I heard you found a woman? Where is she? Let me tell you, my woman is untouchable; if I say one thing, she won't dare say another; if I go east, she won't dare go west."

The old beggar stammered, thinking, "Could Rou Xue be angry with me yesterday and no longer care about me?"

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? I knew you were just bragging, haha."

Gou Sheng laughed maliciously.

Just then, a loud "bang" came from outside the window.

Gou Sheng and Gou Bao quickly went to the window and peered out, immediately stunned by what they saw.

In the gentle morning light, a beautiful woman with delicate features and long, flowing hair stood out. She wore a pink, one-shoulder, form-fitting dress, a long pink scarf casually draped around her neck, and her full, round breasts swayed slightly with her movements. Her long, slender, white legs, paired with pink high heels, exuded a noble and elegant aura, perfectly like a goddess capable of captivating a nation.

The noise just now was from two private cars whose drivers, attracted by the woman's stunning beauty, failed to notice what was ahead and collided.

At this moment, Gou Sheng was utterly shocked, thinking, "I even lost my life savings to buy this ugly woman in her thirties, who's barely visible before and after her wedding. She's not even as good as the goddess downstairs."

"The village headman bought his son a petite Vietnamese bride, but after having children these past few years, she's become increasingly voluptuous and beautiful, becoming the most beautiful woman in the entire county. The village headman's son treats her like a treasure, keeping her locked up all day to prevent outsiders from seeing her. But compared to this beauty before him, she's a far cry!"

Gou Sheng stared wide-eyed, not even blinking, as the beauty walked into the building.

The old beggar, whose legs were weak and confused, anxiously asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The old beggar's words interrupted Gou Sheng's lewd thoughts. Gou Sheng reluctantly turned around and was surprised to find his crotch bulging.

Gou Sheng thought, "Damn it, even this sexually challenged idiot is in heat?"

Just then, a faint fragrance approached from afar. This fragrance wasn't perfume, but body odor!

A woman's body odor! Soft and elegant.

Like a male animal smelling a female, Gou Sheng's penis involuntarily hardened.

"Good morning!"

Rou Xue greeted him with a smile as she entered. The old beggar, Gou Sheng, and Gou Bao stared blankly at Rou Xue, as if they'd lost their souls. Rou Xue paused for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong with you all?" She

smiled gently and said, "The porridge is ready for you. Eat it while it's hot."

Gou Sheng, mouth agape, turned to the old beggar, staring in astonishment and muttering incoherently.

"Why don't you introduce me to your brothers?"

Rou Xue said gently. The old beggar was also dumbfounded, unsure what to say, stammering incoherently.

Seeing the old beggar speechless for a while, Rou Xue shyly introduced herself: "Hello, I'm Zhao Er Gou's...girlfriend, my name is Mu Rou Xue."

Gou Sheng, having never been so close to such a beauty in his life, was completely captivated by Rou Xue's gentle charm. Beneath her arched eyebrows, a pair of large, bright eyes gleamed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair, delicate skin seemed almost flawless...

"Gou Sheng, Gou Sheng, my woman is looking right at you, why aren't you saying anything?"

the old beggar said anxiously. Gou Sheng finally snapped out of his reverie and replied foolishly, "Okay, okay, that's wonderful."

Seeing Gou Sheng's dazed expression, Rou Xue couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Rouxue poured out the porridge she had brought and personally fed it to the old beggar. Seeing this, Gou Sheng cursed inwardly with resentment, "That damned bastard, he must have accumulated eight lifetimes of good karma to find such a beautiful fairy!"

At that moment, a nurse wearing a mask walked in with a frown and said loudly, "Zhao Ergou, Zhao Ergou, you can be discharged now. Come back in a week to have your cast removed."

She then left impatiently.

The old beggar, upon hearing this, became anxious, thinking, "If I go back to the bridge pier, won't I be exposed?"

Rouxue seemed to sense the old beggar's concern and said shyly, "Then let's go home. If you two don't mind, why don't you come to my house for a simple meal?"

Gou Sheng was so excited he couldn't speak, nodding repeatedly.

Rouxue hurriedly packed the old beggar's belongings, while Gousheng slapped Goubao on the head and scolded, "Hurry up and lend a hand to the fairy sister!"

The old beggar, looking at Rouxue as a kind and beautiful wife, thought to himself, "This dream must never end."

Rouxue supported the old beggar, while Gousheng and Goubao followed behind carrying the bags.

At that moment, Gousheng's eyes were only on Rouxue's full, rounded buttocks beneath her pink dress; his heart was filled with primal lust, wishing he could pounce on her and fuck her for days and nights.

The wife helped the old beggar out of the car at the entrance of the residential area, where the security guards were filled with envy and jealousy.

A jarring scene unfolded before their eyes: a graceful, elegant woman supporting a withered, filthy, limping old beggar, followed by two rustic-looking rural men.

Soon the four arrived home. Gou Sheng and Gou Bao had never seen such a high-end neighborhood before, and they followed Rou Xue closely like children, afraid of getting lost in the vast complex.

Once home, the wife invited them to rest in the living room before going to the kitchen to see if Sister Zhang had prepared the meal.

Gou Sheng secretly thought, "I can't let that brat Er Gouzi get away with this so easily; I must teach him a lesson."

Soon after, Rou Xue and Sister Zhang had prepared dinner.

"Miss Mu, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now,"

Sister Zhang said as she finished preparing the food and left.

The wife called out, "The food is ready, please sit down."

Gou Sheng and Gou Bao sat opposite the wife, their eyes filled with lust, while the wife thoughtfully sat next to the old beggar.

Chapter 9: A Baptism of Beauty

. The three had never tasted such delicious food before, and they devoured it greedily, their eyes constantly darting towards Rou Xue's ample breasts.

"A fairy! She really is a fairy!"

Gou Sheng gazed longingly at his wife, who was eating elegantly across from him, inhaling the unique fragrance emanating from her body, like orchids and musk, intoxicating him.

"I was once amazed by the township head's Vietnamese daughter-in-law, the most beautiful woman in the whole county, but I never expected Er Gou's woman to be even more beautiful! She truly is a fairy! ...I must say, the township head's Vietnamese daughter-in-law's features do bear a resemblance to Er Gou's woman..."

With such a beauty before him, even the delicious food seemed to lose its flavor. Er Gou's woman had large breasts, a slim waist, and a plump bottom—definitely the perfect figure for childbirth and breastfeeding!

He wondered what Er Gou's woman's figure would be like after giving birth. Gou Sheng thought lewdly, knowing that many women's figures deteriorated after childbirth. Out of jealousy, he secretly hoped that Rou Xue's figure would become increasingly out of shape after giving birth, although this was just wishful thinking.

In fact, Gou Sheng also knew that it was mostly rural women whose figures changed after childbirth; wealthy women, especially wealthy women in the city, often became even more sexy after giving birth! The village head's daughter-in-law is a perfect example.

I remember a few years ago, when the village head bought this woman from the mountains of Vietnam for his mentally challenged son, that Vietnamese woman, besides being pretty, had no figure. But after giving birth to two children for the village head's son, she's become increasingly beautiful, her curves perfectly defined, making her the most beautiful woman in the county. Isn't it all because the village head's family, who owns mines, are rich? His Vietnamese daughter-in-law has taken good care of herself after giving birth!

Gou Sheng felt increasingly unbalanced. The thought that Zhao Er Gou, who had been driven out of his ancestral home, had found such a beautiful woman in the city was hard for him to accept.

How did Er Gou's woman grow up to be so beautiful and have such a figure? Even a fairy couldn't compare!

Indeed, even a fairy couldn't compare. In this ancient city in Jiangnan, where beauties abound, his wife's beauty seemed otherworldly! Moreover, for a country bumpkin like Gou Sheng, seeing her was even more breathtaking!

I deeply understand the true essence of my wife's beauty. It was a beauty that radiated from within and permeated from without.

My wife's near-perfect oval face had smooth, flowing contours, a fair complexion with a hint of pink, and was extremely delicate and smooth, almost translucent, like silk or agate. Wherever the light shone, the transparency increased, and her translucent earlobes and nostrils were so clear that even the tiny blood vessels inside were clearly visible; the transparency of her entire face, centered on the bridge of her nose, gradually diffused outwards, slowly blurring to the contours, truly resembling a fresh, juicy grape—no, more like a white swan egg, subtly pierced by the backlighting deep within a spring lake; her long, soft, jet-black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders like a black waterfall. This striking contrast between the bright black and white colors gave my wife a noble and natural beauty, as noble as a queen stepping onto the velvet carpet leading to the throne; as natural as a swan lake on a deserted grassland at dawn.

His wife's two slightly curved, upturned eyebrows were almost unlike ordinary human hair, resembling a finely crafted embroidery. They embodied the eight qualities of Suzhou embroidery: "flat, glossy, even, uniform, harmonious, smooth, fine, and dense." Except for "flat," all eight were perfectly reflected in her eyebrows. They weren't drawn with a flat line, but rather meticulously embroidered stitch by stitch with delicate needles and fine, thread-like lines. Like a silk work of art by a master craftsman.

Faced with such a beautiful face, it was no wonder Gou Sheng drooled, momentarily forgetting to eat, staring blankly at his wife's face.

His wife sensed Gou Sheng's gaze and, while eating with her head slightly lowered, casually glanced at him.

The moment their eyes met, Gou Sheng felt as if struck by lightning. Those olive-shaped, dark eyes, like a deep, azure pool, conveyed an unfathomable beauty. Gou Sheng's gaze was pierced and disrupted by his wife's casual glance, as if his heart had been struck a heavy blow. A sudden, burning sensation surged from Gou Sheng's chest.

"Brother Gou Sheng, eat your food. Is it to your liking?"

"It's beautiful...it's really beautiful..."

Gou Sheng replied irrelevantly.

Rou Xue smiled slightly, a hint of mockery in her eyes, a beautiful woman's discomposure at a man's loss of composure. His wife didn't pay any attention to Gou Sheng; she had seen many men like him and was already used to it. Rou Xue leaned back

in her chair, as if searching for a comfortable position, slightly raising her chin, inadvertently displaying the perfect curves of her breasts. Inadvertently

, his wife presented the three men—Gou Sheng, the old beggar, and his wife—with the most beautiful woman's bust and waist shape in the world.

Her breasts stood high beneath her soft, form-fitting dress, their prominence perfectly accentuated. Any lower, and it would be pretty, not beautiful; any higher, and it would be too sexy, ruining the elegance. Her round, beautiful breasts taut beneath the pink dress, firm and elastic, proud yet reserved. Moreover, her breasts weren't jutting out in a dramatic way, but rather supported by two delicate curves like the neck of a porcelain bottle, echoed by two graceful downward curves from her neck. Thus, her beautiful breasts occupied the throne of an empress. Even more captivating were the undulating lines that flowed from her neck to her breasts, and from her breasts to her lower abdomen, appearing and disappearing intermittently on the form-fitting dress, leaving much to the imagination.

Unfortunately, someone like Gou Sheng was completely unable to appreciate the true essence of this beauty! Gou Bao's drool dripped onto the table as he panted, his eyes lewdly fixed on his wife's chest.

A flicker of displeasure crossed his wife's eyes, but it vanished instantly.

The wife unconsciously adjusted the scarf around her neck, but it slipped gently down, revealing a faint red mark around her fair skin. The scarf, like a colorful cloud, floated silently to her feet. Without any warning, she bent down to pick it up.

Gou Sheng and the others, already aroused by the sight of her fair and delicate neck, suddenly noticed the even more translucent skin exposed on her chest as she bent over. Following the low V-neck of her open dress, their gazes led directly to her gently rising and falling breasts, a sight that stirred their imaginations.

Gou Sheng's blood rushed to his head, and he involuntarily leaned forward, his eyes darting around.

He could clearly see half of her perfectly curved breast, the skin so smooth and delicate, so white that the fine capillaries were visible beneath. Her breast was slightly upturned, clearly full of elasticity—the type men found most attractive.

Rouxue was also acutely aware that her fair chest, with its exquisite curves extending almost to the upper part of her breasts and cleavage, was now exposed to the old beggar and his companions. A faint blush suddenly appeared on her face, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with shame and indignation, a mixture of panic and anger. Her chest heaved rapidly, a beautiful and alluring movement. But it quickly subsided, returning to calm.

Rouxue tied her scarf properly and smiled politely, "I have a small injury on my neck, so I had to take off the scarf..."

Rouxue forgave Gousheng's rudeness, defusing the awkward situation.

But Gousheng didn't sit down. Instead, he said to Rouxue with a sorrowful expression, "Alas, sister, I'm 55 this year, and I only have this one son. Who knew I'd get brain damage from a fever when he was little? Now he's over 30 and still can't tell the difference between men and women." "

In our area, the greatest filial impiety is having no offspring. This son can't tell the difference between men and women, so my family line will end."

As he spoke, Gousheng even shed a few tears.

The kind-hearted wife quickly comforted him, "Brother, don't worry. Modern medicine is so advanced; there must be a way to cure him." Gou Sheng then said, "Sister, I saw this bastard see you today, and his penis is really hard. It must be a miracle that he saw a fairy. I wonder if you would be willing to help us?"

Hearing Gou Sheng's words, the kind-hearted wife lowered her head shyly and said softly, "How do you want me to help?"

Gou Sheng excitedly replied, "As long as you let this bastard see a woman's body, let him know what a woman is, his illness will definitely be cured."

Although Rou Xue wanted to help Gou Sheng, she had been strictly disciplined since childhood and valued chastity highly. How could she easily agree to Gou Sheng's request? She repeatedly said, "No, no."

The wife seemed a little angry and left the table to go to the room.

The three men, including Gou Sheng, stared at their wife's graceful figure as she walked away. She tied her scarf, picked up her books, and floated off, her black hair flowing, her back swaying gently, her waist swaying like a willow, her hips full but not bulky, her long legs with soft lines and elasticity—a sight to behold.

Seeing his wife enter the bedroom and close the door, Gou Sheng turned to Er Gouzi beside him and said, "Er Gou, go and persuade your woman. If she's willing to help, I guarantee you can go back to your hometown, back to the ancestral hall..."

The old beggar, having endured years of begging and the contempt of the world, had always wanted to return to his village but was afraid of encountering the village head and his men, and thus dared not go back.

Hearing Gou Sheng's words, he struggled internally for a long time before finally agreeing, getting up and leaning on his cane to enter the room.

Suddenly, the old beggar prostrated himself before Rou Xue, tears streaming down his face, and explained everything to his wife.

Kind-hearted Rouxue was deeply moved by the sight of the disabled old beggar. She said, "Alright, you can go out now. Let me change my clothes."

The old beggar, tears streaming down his face, quickly left the room.

Rouxue was torn. On one hand, she had her own moral principles; on the other, she felt indebted to the old beggar and a country person in need of help.

"It's nothing! It's just that I'm wearing my pajamas and that silly boy saw me... The old beggar has already seen my naked body... It's just that silly boy seeing me..."

Thinking of how the old beggar had seen her fair body under the bridge, her face flushed like an apple. She gently took off her pink dress and opened the wardrobe, taking out a white, sheer nightgown.

This sexy nightgown was a gift I gave my wife for her 25th birthday. She had always thought it was too transparent and revealing and had never worn it, no matter how much I pleaded.

At this moment, his wife was like a piece of jade created by God, with an angelic face, long, wavy hair, and skin as white and translucent as jade. Her full, firm, and perky breasts were encased in a small white bra, and her slender waist was without an ounce of excess fat.

Beneath her white panties, her plump, round buttocks were so tender they seemed to drip with moisture, and her long, pink legs were beautiful. She was simply perfect, as if God had measured and created her.

Outside the door, Gou Sheng, Gou Bao, and the old beggar were already restless and impatient, their minds filled with fantasies about the beauty's body.

The delicate goddess, arms crossed, shyly turned her face to one side. The thin, white silk fabric perfectly showcased her unparalleled sensuality. She walked slowly and gracefully into the living room, where three men, like hungry wolves, already had their dark, erect penises standing tall.

The room was filled with the disgusting stench of men's genitals and the faint scent of a woman's milk.

Normally, the wife would have already turned away, but perhaps it was this primal odor that made her almost naked, under the gaze of the three ugly old men, feel a tingling sensation throughout her body. This tense and exciting feeling was something her usually conservative wife had never experienced before.

Rouxue was in agony, constantly asking herself what was wrong with her, that she had to expose her fair and perfect body to three old men.

Gou Sheng, his mind filled with lust, drooled as he said to his wife, "Beautiful...beautiful woman, quickly...quickly take off your underwear!" "That's too much!"

the wife felt insulted, her brows furrowing.

"Ah~ Ah!" Gou Bao's expression was ferocious, his whole body trembling as he let out disgusting moans.

It turned out that his wife's perfect body had made Gou Bao lose control, and he had reached orgasm and ejaculated.

Seeing this, his wife seemed to wake up from a dream, and morality and ethics once again took over her mind. She quickly turned around and ran back to the room, closing the door.

Gou Sheng saw that his goddess had come out in a sexy nightgown, and that Gou Bao had ruined it. He slapped Gou Bao repeatedly and shouted, "You bastard, you useless thing!"

But Gou Sheng was also quite amazed. His goddess's body, which was only wearing a nightgown, had made the stupid Gou Bao ejaculate for nearly 2 minutes. His crotch was full of semen, and the smelly semen kept seeping out and dripping out.

That night, Rou Xue did not dare to look the three of them in the eye and did not say anything more. She simply arranged their rooms and returned to her own room.

That night, apart from Gou Bao, who had ejaculated early and was already fast asleep, Rou Xue, the old beggar, and Gou Sheng could not calm down and could not fall asleep for a long time.

Gou Sheng used the white bra he had secretly picked up from Rou Xue to tightly wrap his ugly, rough penis and rubbed it repeatedly. That night, Gou Sheng didn't know how many times he used Rou Xue's white bra to relieve himself, until his rough penis rubbed the bra to shreds.

The next day at noon, after having lunch, Gou Sheng and Gou Bao had to return to their hometown. Although Gou Sheng was reluctant to leave, he had no excuse to stay and had to leave with Gou Bao with a heavy heart.

Before leaving, Gou Sheng called out, "Er Gouzi, you must take Da Meizi back to our hometown to worship our ancestors!"

It turned out that in the old beggar's hometown, a custom persisted: men with wives had to take them to the ancestral temple to offer incense to their ancestors in order to become wealthy and prosperous.

Although his wife was helpless, she still said virtuously, "Okay."

After seeing Gou Sheng and his son off, Rou Xue suddenly remembered that it was Saturday and she had an appointment with the principal. So she gently said to the old beggar, "You rest well at home. I have something to do at school, so I'll go there."

Chapter 10: The Kind

Wife Arrived at the school and knocked twice on the principal's office door.

"Come in."

Rou Xue was surprised to see Wang Gang when she entered. She paused for a moment before gently saying, "It's you. Where is Principal Li?"

Wang Gang replied with ill intent, "Oh, Principal Li had something to do at home and had to go back temporarily..."

The lustful Wang Gang looked at the beauty in front of him. He saw that his wife was wearing a white t-shirt with a black jacket over it, a black pencil skirt, and black stockings.

This outfit perfectly accentuated his wife's full and firm breasts, round and perky buttocks, and long, slender, pink legs.

Unlike other young girls whose legs are either too thin or too fat, his wife's slender yet shapely legs fit perfectly in her black stockings, the sheer fabric hinting at her voluptuousness.

Combined with her long, flowing hair, exquisite features, and fair, smooth skin, she was a perfect blend of angel and sexiness.

"Principal Wang, has Auntie's condition improved?"

Rouxue asked softly.

"Ah, oh, what did you just say?"

Wang Gang was only admiring his wife's full, firm breasts, which appeared even more prominent and rounded under her white t-shirt, accentuated by her black jacket.

"Has Auntie's condition improved?"

his wife asked kindly.

"The old lady is very ill… she's been longing for a daughter-in-law," Wang Gang replied, snapping out of his reverie and beginning his act. Principal Li had specifically warned him that Teacher Mu's father was the director of a well-known hospital and shouldn't be offended, so the fat-faced Wang Gang was well-prepared for this.

"Principal Wang, don't be too sad. Your mother will recover soon..."

His wife gently comforted Wang Gang, who was feigning filial piety.

"Teacher Mu, thank you so much for agreeing to help me with this huge favor. She'll be so happy to see you..."

Wang Gang said, even squeezing out a few tears.

"It's my duty, Principal Wang..."

His kind and naive wife was moved by Wang Gang's performance. It seemed that Wang Gang's rudeness that day was also due to his desire to find a daughter-in-law for his mother as soon as possible. His kind wife completely dispelled her wariness of Wang Gang.

"Teacher Mu, have some water first... I'll tell you how we should cooperate with the mother-in-law when we get back..."

His kind wife thanked him and drank the water Wang Gang offered without any suspicion.

A smug, sinister smile flashed across Wang Gang's lips. In the water, he had added aphrodisiacs and amnesia drugs he had bought from Hong Kong. The aphrodisiacs would turn any chaste woman into a harlot, and the amnesia drugs would make a woman remember nothing that happened three hours after taking the drugs!

Wang Gang rambled on to his kind wife about the precautions for visiting the old man, deliberately stalling for time until the drugs took effect.

While both drugs were potent, they had a drawback: the aphrodisiac took effect after 30 minutes, while the amnesiac took effect after 10 minutes, causing the person to fall into a deep sleep, and after an hour, fully taking effect and becoming completely controllable.

His kind wife's head began to feel heavy, and her eyelids drooped.

"Excuse me, Principal Wang… I'll go out for a bit…"

Rou Xue mustered her strength and walked towards her office. There was coffee on her desk; perhaps she hadn't rested enough these past few days caring for the old beggar? She made herself a cup of coffee to perk herself up. She rested for a few minutes…

sitting in her chair, she reached for her coffee, but the strong effects of the drugs caused her to unconsciously lean back and fall asleep.

"Teacher Mu… Teacher Mu…"

Wang Gang, who had been secretly watching his wife, quietly slipped in and called to Rou Xue.

His wife leaned back elegantly in her chair, her long, smooth, and beautiful legs tightly bound by sheer black stockings, a sight that would haunt any man's dreams and leave him wanting more.

"Wake up... Teacher Mu, we should go..."

Seeing his wife didn't respond, Wang Gang pretended to wake her, squatting down and gently pushing her thigh against his.

The silky smoothness made his heart pound. Her full yet firm thighs clung tightly to the sheer black stockings, the sensual flesh and warmth seeping through the barely visible black fabric to his fingertips and palm.

Wang Gang involuntarily closed his eyes, savoring the alluring feel of her body in the black stockings. His mind raced, and his erect penis trembled uncontrollably, creating a bulge in his pants.

This was Wang Gang's first time using this drug, and he didn't know its exact effects. But now, he felt no reaction when he touched the beautiful woman's thigh, so he knew the drug was working.

Finally, it worked! Wang Gang rushed to his wife, his hands trembling as he eagerly unbuttoned her black jacket, one button at a time. When he was halfway done, even though she was still wearing a t-shirt underneath, the teardrop shape of her ample breasts, enough to drive any man crazy, was even more clearly outlined.

"Her breasts are so big!"

Wang Gang gently placed his hands on the tops of her breasts, which he couldn't fully grasp with his palms, imagining them by feel. Even through the t-shirt and bra, the sensation from his hands told him that the shape and elasticity of her breasts were absolutely perfect.

Wang Gang didn't wait any longer. He grabbed the hem of his wife's t-shirt and rolled it up to her neck and shoulders. A pink lace bra and a dazzling expanse of white skin overwhelmed his vision.

The breasts encased in the pink lace bra truly made Wang Gang's heart flutter. Like two high snow-capped peaks, the deep cleavage seemed bottomless against the pink backdrop, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Rouxue's breasts were more beautiful and full than he had imagined. Wang Gang, somewhat of a perfectionist, worried whether they would retain their firm shape without the bra.

He gently embraced his wife's slender waist, his fingers tracing her flat stomach. He noticed her waist was even thinner than he had estimated. The faint fragrance of her body and the exquisite smoothness of her skin fueled his desire. He

skillfully unhooked the back clasp; the bra remained firmly in place. A thought struck him, and he thoughtfully used two fingers to gently pull the bra open.

"Wow, so perfect!" Wang Gang exclaimed sincerely.

The breasts, now unbound, remained perfectly shaped, still firmly extended forward, like exquisite works of art carved from white jade. In the sunlight, they shimmered with a soft, jade-like sheen. The areolas and nipples were pink, very pale, and small. The breasts were beautifully teardrop-shaped, naturally beautiful, possessing the most primal and natural beauty.

Of course, no matter how beautiful breasts are, they are still just a part of the body. Without a matching face and figure, even the most beautiful breasts are worthless, and his wife possessed all of these qualities. The unique gentleness and grace of an Eastern woman and the alluring figure of a Western woman miraculously blended together, captivating and enthralling Wang Gang.

After a brief moment of shock, Wang Gang calmed down. His hands gently traced circles from the outer edge of her breasts towards the center. They felt solid and fleshy, firm yet elastic. A wonderful sensation, like an electric current, shot from his fingers straight to his central nervous system, bringing Wang Gang immense pleasure. When he touched the pink buds at the tips of her nipples, both Wang Gang and his wife trembled simultaneously. Under the skillful caress of his fingertips, the small nipples quickly swelled and hardened.

It seemed the aphrodisiac would take some time to take effect. Rou Xue was currently just a sleeping beauty; Wang Gang hoped she would be a wanton beauty!

But Wang Gang couldn't wait any longer. His lust was like a raging flood, uncontrollable. He didn't care that they were in the office; he unzipped his pants, his penis positioned in front of his wife.

Wang Gang pinched his wife's cheeks with both hands, forcing her to open her mouth. He then lifted her legs and shoved his dark, thick penis into her mouth.

"Wow, this feels so good!" Wang Gang shuddered with pleasure, almost ejaculating immediately.

Rou Xue, with the dark penis in her mouth, didn't react much. Wang Gang held his wife's chin with one hand and pressed down on her head with the other. His wife nodded like a chick pecking at rice as his penis moved in and out of her mouth repeatedly.

Because his wife was asleep, the muscles in her mouth were relaxed, preventing them from "clamping" against Wang Gang's penis. Therefore, the movement of his penis in and out of her mouth was not difficult. Each time Wang Gang moved in and out of his wife's mouth, a "gurgling" sound was made, the sound of air being squeezed out of her mouth as his penis rubbed against her lips. Wang Gang's thrusting speed increased, and the "gurgling" sounds became more and more frequent.

At this moment, the sound of high heels came from the stairs.

"Damn it, which bitch came to ruin my good time on a Saturday!"

Wang Gang shuddered in fright. Luckily, she hadn't completely taken off her bra. Wang Gang quickly fastened his wife's bra from behind, pulled down her t-shirt that was pulled up to her neck and shoulders, and hurriedly slipped out of his wife's office.

"Teacher Mu, wake up, Teacher Mu..."

A young woman nudged his wife.

After a long while, his wife finally opened her eyes. It was Teacher Ning Ning.

"Ah, Teacher Ning, I...where am I?"

"The office? Teacher Mu, what are you doing here on the weekend?..."

"Oh, I..."

Rou Xue felt dizzy, and her body suddenly felt inexplicably hot. Just as she was about to stand up, Rou Xue suddenly felt a faint itching sensation in her lower body, and instinctively squeezed her legs together. The

clever wife noticed that the buttons on her coat were undone, and quickly realized that there was something wrong with the glass of water she had just drunk!

"Teacher Ning...I feel a little unwell, can you take me home?"

Even at this moment, the kind-hearted wife was unwilling to expose Wang Gang's conspiracy, still trying to save face for their so-called colleague relationship.

"Teacher Mu, why is your face so red? Oh! Are you running a fever? Your face is so hot!"

Teacher Ning said anxiously, touching Rou Xue's forehead. "Luckily, I came in to get something from the office... Come on, let me help you... My husband is downstairs, let's take you home first."

"Thank you!"

Rou Xue said softly and breathlessly. "Why are you being so polite with me? We're good sisters."

With that, Ning Jing was about to help Rou Xue away.

Originally, Wang Gang was planning to "first drug and rape the stunning beauty, then take nude photos to blackmail her, and then use his lewdness to make her fall into depravity, so that he could possess her forever."

He didn't expect that Teacher Ning's sudden appearance would ruin his plans. What's even more infuriating is that Ning Jing was actually helping Rou Xue leave. This unexpected intervention disrupted Wang Gang's rape plan.

Wang Gang thought to himself, "I've been thinking about this day and night, even risking a falling out with my cousin. I've finally got this opportunity, how can I let this delicate beauty slip away?" Disgusted, Wang Gang darted in from outside, sticking out his large belly, blocking Rou Xue and Ning Jing at the office door. His obese figure completely blocked the doorway. Wang Gang was notorious for his lechery; all the female teachers in the school disliked him.

"Vice Principal Wang, oh, no, now Teacher Wang, what do you mean by this?"

Ning Jing glared at Wang Gang.

"Teacher Ning, I don't mean anything, it's just that Teacher Mu and I have something to discuss. You can leave, Teacher Mu will stay." Clearly, Wang Gang was furious at Ning Jing's sarcasm.

"Teacher Wang, I'm not feeling well, I'd like to go back first, we can talk about it another time, okay?" Rou Xue said breathlessly.

"You heard me? Get out of the way!" Ning Jing said angrily. Ning Jing was a petite and cute beauty; although not as flawless and stunning as Rou Xue, she was still quite charming and lovely.

Wang Gang had been waiting for this day for who knows how long, and now he couldn't let the beauty he had almost gotten his hands on slip away. With a fierce expression, Wang Gang forced Rou Xue and Ning Jing into his office, ready to make his move. Suddenly, he heard, "Wife, why aren't you coming out yet?" It was Ning Jing's husband, a tall, burly man who was supposedly a fitness instructor.

Wang Gang immediately backed down, forcing a disgusting laugh, "Oh dear, Teacher Mu is sick and needs to go home and rest for a while. Let's put school matters aside for now." Standing on the school building, watching Rou Xue's departing figure, Wang Gang felt incredibly miserable. Back in his office, Wang Gang angrily smashed everything in sight.

No! I'm too unwilling! Mu Rouxue drank my aphrodisiac, she definitely can't handle it. I have to find a way to follow her. This opportunity is too rare! I can't lose it. This beautiful woman will definitely realize I tampered with the water afterwards!

There will be no more chances!

Thinking of this, Wang Gang rushed to the building, got in his car, and chased after her.

Ning Jing helped Rouxue sit in the back seat. At this moment, Rouxue's body was unbearably hot and her face was flushed due to the effects of the aphrodisiac. She leaned slightly on Ning Jing's shoulder.

Ning Jing's husband was so engrossed in looking at the charming Rouxue through the rearview mirror that he almost had a car accident several times. He thought to himself, "I've seen countless beautiful women with graceful figures in the gym, but none of them have the noble and elegant temperament of this beauty behind me." Soon the car arrived at the entrance of the community. At this moment, Rouxue's face was flushed with a blush that she couldn't hide. Her legs were tightly pressed together, and she tried her best to appear calm and composed. Rouxue was afraid that Ning Jing would find out, so she refused Ning Jing's escort and insisted on going back by herself.

It was already evening, the sun had just set, and a hazy moon halo appeared on the horizon. As the drug's effects continued to take hold, Rouxue, unable to bear the heat, removed her black vest, her legs tightly pressed together, her private parts itching unbearably as if a thousand ants were crawling on them.

Back home, under the influence of the drug, Rouxue's whole body felt weak, and her lower body gradually became wet. Rouxue quickly went to the bathroom, hoping to alleviate the intense heat with a shower. At this moment, the sexy wife was completely immersed in her intense desire, having forgotten that there was an old beggar she had brought home from the hospital the day before.

Because it was an upscale residential area, the apartments had high ceilings, creating a more spacious and comfortable environment, so the bathroom window was also set high.

At this moment, a figure was darting about in the large tree outside the window.

In the shower's spray, a hazy, alluring beauty appeared, completely naked, her skin as white as jade, the water droplets shimmering and translucent on her alabaster skin! Raindrops of water splashed onto his wife's high, firm breasts, sliding down to her pink nipples. Because her full breasts were firm and perky, the water droplets slid from her ruby-red nipples to the lower part of her breasts, like a large droplet with smaller droplets hanging below it.

Water droplets splashed from her wavy hair onto her round, upturned white buttocks, tracing the most beautiful arc in the world before disappearing into a dark forest. Her

slender waist was perfectly proportioned, and her long, pink legs were flawless.

At this moment, the bright moonlight shone on his wife's naked, jade-like body, making her appear like a moon goddess descending to earth. (Chapter 11: Unexpected Blessing)

For Wang Gang, who was peeping from the tree outside the window, it was a picture of a goddess bathing; but for his wife inside the bathroom, it was an ordeal of lust.

This aphrodisiac was something Wang Gang was using for the first time, and he didn't know its potency. His wife, however, truly experienced its effects!

This aphrodisiac contains a large amount of posterior pituitary preparations and sensitizing drugs that cause spasmodic contractions of the uterus and breasts. After taking large doses, any woman will involuntarily experience uterine tremors, extreme breast swelling, and even breast muscle spasms, leading to excruciating, unbearable pain.

Women who take this aphrodisiac will enter a state of uncontrollable arousal. With long-term use, due to the repeated episodes of sexual arousal induced by the drug, it won't be long before a perfectly healthy young woman is transformed into a complete slut, medically termed nymbhomania.

In the steamy bathroom, the wife, drugged by Wang Gang, had her fair, delicate skin flushed slightly by the warm water. Her dazzlingly beautiful face was also rosy from the steam. Her deep, captivating eyes, like a deep pool, shifted slightly, becoming clearer and more lucid, her consciousness becoming slightly more awake.

In a daze, the wife realized that Wang Gang had drugged her with aphrodisiacs. Fortunately, Ning Jing arrived in time, and she managed to get home with the last vestiges of her sanity.

The hot water from the showerhead cascaded over her body, her soft skin stretching happily in the heat, her fair skin as smooth as egg white.

The wife gazed at herself in the full-length mirror. The girl in the mirror had bright eyes and white teeth, a slender and graceful figure, and a flushed pink glow beneath her fair skin. "

Oh my god, what kind of drug is this? What's wrong with me? My eyes are so bright, my face so red.

" Even in the hot water, the wife couldn't resist the drug's effects.

In the mirror, her full, teardrop-shaped breasts thrust forward tensely, trembling with her movements. Her two pink nipples turned deep red, hard and erect, almost 2cm high, the areolas bulging exaggeratedly beyond her breasts.

Rouxue had never seen her breasts so full, nor had she ever experienced such a burning sensation. The unbearable itching around her nipples and inside her vagina caused her to scratch involuntarily, which only further aroused her.

The hot water didn't eliminate the aphrodisiac's effects; instead, the drug flowed faster through her body with her bloodstream, its immense power beginning to take effect. She felt dizzy, as if floating in the air, her vision blurring. A surge of heat coursed through her body, finally reaching her lower abdomen before spreading rapidly throughout her entire being.

No woman could resist such sustained arousal.

She was completely limp, unable to stand, and wrapped a towel around herself, struggling to collapse onto the bed.

Outside the window, in the large tree, Wang Gang was frantically masturbating.

Meanwhile, the old beggar was sleeping in my wife's and my bed. He had come to my wife's room that afternoon, using her pajamas, bra, and panties, still carrying her scent, to masturbate until he finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

Suddenly, the old beggar heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Still half asleep, he had no idea it was evening. He stumbled towards the bathroom door, leaning on his cane. Through the frosted glass door, a shapely figure appeared before him. Only then did he realize that Rouxue had returned and was taking a bath. The old beggar

quickly went to the room and stuffed his wife's underwear into the drawers and closet. Just then, his wife, wrapped in a bath towel, entered the room, her steps unsteady.

"Ah...who?"

The shock of seeing a man in her room brought her back to her senses. She recognized the old beggar and exclaimed in surprise,

"You, what are you doing here...?"

"I...I...I came into the wrong room," the old beggar stammered, standing there dumbfounded, still clutching his wife's bra.

Afraid of upsetting his wife, he quickly put the bra down and, leaning on his cane, tried to leave. But at this moment, Rouxue was incredibly alluring under the influence of the aphrodisiac. Adding to this, she was only wrapped in a white bath towel, her fair, jade-like skin and her sexy collarbones captivating. The old beggar's entire attention was on his wife; he paid no attention to the ground. He had only taken two steps when he tripped over the hair drying cap that his wife had dropped in her nervousness.

The old beggar cried out "Ah!" and lost his balance, his body lurching forward as he instinctively grabbed his wife's legs.

"Ah—"

The only towel covering his wife was pulled down to her knees by the old beggar, leaving her standing naked before him like a lotus emerging from water.

Rouxue's body was breathtakingly beautiful, her alabaster skin smooth and delicate, her curves exquisite. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples erect and pink. Her abdomen wasn't perfectly flat but had a sensual bulge, making her curves even more pronounced and rounded. Her two long, slender legs were like two perfectly sculpted pieces of white jade, without a single flaw. Between her legs, in that triangular forbidden garden, was like a small hill covered with dense, tender grass.

This was the third time the old beggar had seen his wife's body. The first time, he had only caught a glimpse of her breasts; the second time, her body was lifeless; this time, it was vibrant and alluring under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

The old beggar stared blankly at his wife's beautiful body, stunned for a long time, even forgetting what he was doing. Perhaps he had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he never even dreamed he would have such an encounter.

The old beggar's chapped hands tightly embraced his wife's smooth, white thighs, his rough old face pressed against her smooth, silky abdomen, without an ounce of excess fat. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the old beggar inhaled deeply the faint scent of his wife.

The bath towel was suddenly ripped off by the old beggar's fall, which startled his wife, but the old beggar's chapped, withered hands and rough old face on her thighs gave her a tingling pleasure under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

His wife still retained a sliver of consciousness, but this consciousness was quickly consumed by the surging fire of lust.

"Ah...no, oh—"

The wife, her expression dazed, began to moan as the old beggar caressed her. Her pink nipples were erect, and her snow-white body turned a pale pink from extreme excitement.

She shyly covered her chest with her hands, her legs tightly clamping her private parts, but she didn't push the old beggar away.

Seeing that his wife didn't push him away, only whispering "Don't do this," the old beggar couldn't bear to let go of such a delicate and smooth body. At this moment, the old beggar couldn't care less about anything else, thinking, "To be able to hold this goddess like this, even if it costs me my life, I'll accept it." The memory of having violated his unconscious wife under the bridge made this the timid old beggar's usual reluctance to do such a thing.

The old beggar knelt before his wife, tightly embracing her fair and pink body, his large, dark, withered hands constantly stroking her slender legs, his rough old face rubbing against her perfect belly.

In my wife's and my room, under the dim light, a middle-aged beggar with rough, dry skin and emaciated bones knelt on the ground, tightly embracing a young, sexy, and sexually alluring beautiful wife.

The aphrodisiac had clouded my wife's senses. At this moment, besides the intense, perverse desire to have sex with any man, she could no longer control her reason.

The tingling, hot, and itchy sensations were driving her to the brink of collapse. My shy wife gently lowered her delicate hands and softly wrapped them around the old beggar's bald head.

The ugly old beggar trembled as if he had received the approval of a goddess, and began to brazenly fondle my wife's beautiful, round buttocks. The old beggar seemed far from satisfied with my wife's beautiful buttocks; he stuck out his disgusting, rough tongue and licked my wife's flawless lower abdomen, leaving her abdomen covered in his disgusting, foul-smelling saliva. My

delicate wife closed her eyes, completely intoxicated by the pleasure of the aphrodisiac and the old beggar's teasing, as he desperately rubbed against her lower abdomen.

The wife, pushed off the bed by the old beggar, landed on the edge, her shapely legs dangling off the edge, feet touching the ground, her legs spread wide, revealing her mons pubis.

The old beggar then took the opportunity to lie on top of her soft, white, and tender body.

Her pair of snow-white, alluring breasts, with faint blue veins occasionally visible, her pink areolas and cherry-sized nipples, combined with her perfectly teardrop-shaped breasts, terrified the old beggar.

"Is this real?... How can this woman have such beautiful breasts? *Slap!*"

The old beggar felt like he was dreaming and slapped himself across the face while lying on top of his wife. His dark, rough hands trembled uncontrollably as they slowly moved to her breasts. With his eyes closed, he tightly grasped his wife's round, full breasts with his withered hands.

"So soft, so smooth," the old beggar murmured, gripping his wife's breasts tightly for the second time, disgusting saliva slowly escaping from the corners of his mouth.

The old beggar felt the soft, smooth, and elastic texture of his wife's breasts in his hands, and realized he wasn't dreaming.

His kind wife, under the powerful effects of the aphrodisiac, had completely succumbed, her heart consumed by the desire it ignited.

"Mmm...ah," she murmured softly as the old beggar caressed her.

The pleasure in her nipples grew stronger, an intense, electric shock of pleasure. "Mmm...ah," she moaned, her hands instinctively gripping the sheets tightly, digging deep into them. Her body swayed like a willow in the wind, like a kite tossed about in a blizzard, ready to snap at any moment.

The itching and swelling inside her breasts grew increasingly unbearable. Her slender body arched like a shrimp, her entire body arched dramatically upwards on the bed, like a fully drawn bow. Her chin was raised high, and she moaned softly, her voice sweet and lingering. She strained to lift her full, teardrop-shaped breasts, creating a striking curve that the old beggar's withered, dark hands could freely fondle and squeeze.

Her body, bent like a taut bowstring, trembled and cried out.

The old beggar grasped the two deliberately erect, incredibly elastic mounds of flesh, feeling their plumpness and greasiness. The nipples were already hard; when he pinched them between two fingers, they trembled uncontrollably. His hands kneaded and squeezed them wantonly and without any skill.

After the old beggar frantically pinched and kneaded her nipples, then squeezed and massaged her breasts, the itching and discomfort inside her breasts finally subsided slightly. Her face flushed, her nose was covered in fine beads of sweat, and the rhythmic undulations of her body grew shorter and more rapid, twisting like a boneless snake. Her breathing became heavy and labored, finally culminating in heavy panting as she shook her head, her flowing hair flying wildly.

The itching and discomfort in her breasts, barely relieved by the old beggar's merciless torment, was quickly replaced by an unbearable tingling sensation between her legs. She felt her lower body throbbing more and more intensely, as if filled with a burning, empty, and agonizing pain.

It was truly torture. She felt like a fallen leaf swirling and drifting in a storm, the fire of desire burning ever brighter within her. Her body craved a man's possession; her legs trembled, and the sudden surge of passion caused her body to writhe uncontrollably.

"This is my woman! My woman!"

The old beggar frantically pulled down his pants, revealing a disproportionately thick and long penis on his thin body!

The dark, veiny penis was already erect. The long foreskin was black and covered in small bumps, probably from years of not bathing causing sores or lice bites; his pubic hair was dirty and messy.

The old beggar peeled back the foreskin, revealing a dark area around the glans and urethral opening, which turned reddish before the foreskin itself became white. The penis emitted a foul, pungent odor from a man's genitals.

At that moment, a 25-year-old woman's soft, full, and delicate body was draped over a 50-year-old, emaciated, and rough-skinned old beggar.

The old beggar's rough, ugly, veiny, snake-like penis was already swollen and painfully erect, constantly dripping sticky fluid from the urethral opening, staining his wife's fair thighs.

A foul, fishy odor, typical of male genitalia, filled the room.

The old beggar grabbed his wife's thighs and spread them apart. Seeing a woman's private parts for the first time, the old beggar's breathing became quite rapid.

His wife's private parts were plump, tender, and white. Two moist, plump labia majora were high and rounded, white and hairless, while the labia minora protruded beyond the labia majora, a tender pink color, adorned with a few fine wrinkles that made them even more alluring.

Yes! That's it! This is a woman's vagina! So beautiful!

The old beggar excitedly moved forward, about to penetrate his wife. A tingling, itchy sensation swept over him, and the old beggar felt a little dizzy.

But the old beggar, who had never been with a woman before, was inexperienced. He pulled back, only to find his penis, the shaft-like part pressed against his wife's vulva, the glans, gleaming with an unusual sheen, against her slightly protruding clitoris.

It wasn't penetrating at all!

The old beggar adjusted his position, still trying to push with his buttocks,

but still no penetration. Anxious, the old beggar pressed the head of his penis against the center of his wife's labia and began to push. The two rosy labia were slowly forced apart by his penis, allowing the old beggar to see the central opening, which gradually widened with the penetration.

Was this what fucking was like? Such a peculiar feeling, completely different from masturbation. The softness of the vaginal walls alone far surpassed that of his hands, not to mention her beautiful face and fragrant breasts for actual caress.

Just as the old beggar was reveling in the dizzying sensation of not quite penetrating, not quite exiting, another intense pleasure surged through him, and he found his penis sliding out again along the vertical indentation of his wife's vulva.

The wife, her desire ignited by the aphrodisiac, was further fueled by the old beggar's repeated attempts to penetrate her. She even grabbed his penis and eagerly pressed it against her body.

The old beggar felt his glans brush against a pubic area, then touch a soft, hot patch of flesh, before pressing against a moist, slippery opening.

His wife released her grip, closed her eyes, and breathed softly.

Even the old beggar, if he was stupid, understood. He thrust forward sharply, his glans penetrating a warm, unfamiliar passage. Inside, there was a slippery sensation, a slight pressure like a hand gripping, and a warm, enveloping feeling. A wave of ecstasy immediately washed over him.

"My God, this...this is a woman's vagina! It's sucking me so well, it's fucking amazing!"

The old beggar pushed off the ground, concentrating all his strength on his penis, squeezing the rest of it completely inside his wife.

My wife's vagina was incredibly tight. Even with a condom and lubricant, it took me ages to fully penetrate her narrow, warm passage. Now, the old beggar's penis was longer and thicker than mine; his rough shaft was directly rubbing against the walls of her vagina. It wasn't easy for him to push in.

My wife felt her vagina was filled to the brim like never before, the walls incredibly hot. She gripped the sides of the bed, the large penis making her feel overwhelmingly full, even suffocated.

Her legs and lower abdomen began to tremble, especially her full breasts, which bounced and swayed.

The old beggar could clearly feel the force of his penis pushing through the folds of her vaginal walls!

The wife's vagina was relatively short. As the old beggar's penis fully penetrated, most of his glans protruded into the deepest part of her vaginal canal, towards her cervix. Her vagina was tight and narrow, containing his penis perfectly; the vaginal lubrication provided only minimal lubrication. Even more intense was the layered, automatically writhing vaginal walls that scraped against his penis, creating an unbearable, tingling sensation. He felt extreme pleasure without even needing to thrust.

With each breath, her cervix gripped his glans like vaginal walls, and the vaginal walls writhed even more violently. The old beggar trembled with pleasure, almost ejaculating on the spot.

"I can't ejaculate! I'd rather die than ejaculate!"

The old beggar gasped, taking two deep breaths. "I haven't even started thrusting! How can I be so close to losing control?"

He stubbornly resisted the urge to ejaculate, lying motionless on top of his wife. Desperate to calm himself, he clutched his wife's full, round breasts tightly, like a drowning man clinging to a lifeline.

His wife, too, was breathing heavily, thoroughly enjoying the fullness the old beggar was giving her under the influence of the aphrodisiac. Her usually proud and beautiful face was flushed, her eyes filled with alluring charm, and a fine layer of sweat had formed on her smooth, white forehead. She seemed even more overwhelmed by the intense stimulation of their intercourse than the old beggar himself.

After a few moments of catching his breath, the old beggar, having completed his first penetration, instinctively began his first withdrawal!

He immediately discovered the secret of his wife's vaginal canal! Deep inside, layers of fleshy folds struggled to resist his penis's withdrawal; while the folds near the entrance, in stark contrast, seemed to be pushing his penis outwards!

As the glans was pulled out of the vaginal opening, the folds of the vaginal walls and the force of the labia pushing out reached their maximum, actually squeezing the old beggar's glans out of the vagina with a "pop"!

The old beggar's penis had completed the entire process of insertion and withdrawal inside a woman for the first time in his life!

The old beggar shuddered, a strong stimulation immediately flooding from his genitals to his brain. It was a sudden stimulation that even the old beggar himself couldn't guard against, brief but intense.

Because it was his first time, coupled with nervousness, incorrect posture, and lack of experience with such strong stimulation, the old beggar felt something was wrong when he withdrew for the first time after insertion.

"Ah! I can't take it! I'm going to ejaculate! I can't take it!"

the old beggar cried out in his heart. In the instant before ejaculation, he mustered all his strength and inserted his penis into his wife's body a second time!

"Ah—"

his wife cried out, her limbs tightly hugging the old beggar's body. Her vagina suddenly tightened, like a powerful, fleshy clamp gripping the old beggar's penis, rendering it immobile. The undulating layers of flesh within her vagina violently rubbed against every part of his penis. Deep inside, her cervix also contracted strongly, sucking at the head of his penis like a small mouth.

In a flash, the old beggar felt a blankness before his eyes. His penis involuntarily spasmed inside his wife's vagina, the head swelling and forcing open her cervix. Then, a torrent of hot semen gushed forth, striking the walls of her uterus like bullets.

His wife's body trembled violently with the old beggar's powerful ejaculation, uttering a series of unconscious murmurs. Her vaginal canal tightened again and again; her sacred uterus had been penetrated by a man's semen for the first time!

Chapter 12: A Second Blossom

"I'm so unwilling! I came after only two thrusts! I usually last for ten minutes or more with my hand..."

the old beggar cried out inwardly, still feeling the effects of his recent ejaculation. He quickly thrust a couple more times until Rouxue's vaginal opening gripped him so tightly he couldn't pull any further.

"Big...big sister...I'm sorry...I..."

After ejaculating, the old beggar's mind cleared, and he was terrified of violating Rouxue, worried that his wife would be angry.

"Oh..."

Still under the influence of the aphrodisiac, his wife's hot body writhed unconsciously beneath the old beggar.

His wife's reaction greatly surprised the old beggar!

"Could this be a woman's orgasm?...This fairy is having an orgasm from being fucked by me?"

The old beggar's sense of pride swelled to an extreme! The old beggar never imagined that his wife's compliance was entirely due to the aphrodisiac, an unconscious, instinctive physiological reaction!

"This is my woman! The woman I've fucked so well!"

The old beggar, who had spent his entire life despised and groveling, finally felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and fulfillment at this moment, as if only now did he feel like a human being. Even

the moon outside the window couldn't bear to watch the scene inside the bedroom: a 25-year-old woman's soft, full, and delicate body was on top of a 50-year-old beggar who was thin and rough-skinned. The moon hid behind the clouds.

The old beggar discovered that his semi-erect penis was still inside Rouxue's body; her vaginal canal was still tightly closed, and the walls of her vagina were slowly undulating, continuing to squeeze out the semen remaining in his penis. That languid feeling made the old beggar feel extremely comfortable.

Rouxue's beautiful face remained in a blissful, ecstatic state, her beautiful skin cool and smooth as jade. Beads of sweat flowed all over her body, indistinguishable between the old beggar's and hers.

The old beggar was reluctant to pull out, pressing his penis firmly into his wife's cavity, completely pressing against her body.

His foul-smelling, drooling mouth, full of yellow teeth, greedily and lewdly licked at his wife's full, wet breasts.

Like a wild animal's instinct!

Every time the old beggar's dog-like tongue licked that bright red nipple, his wife's body would reflexively arch, letting out an uncontrollable moan.

The old beggar discovered the sensitivity of Rouxue's nipples, greedily taking the entire tip of his wife's breast into his mouth, his tongue moving back and forth in his mouth, sweeping and scraping at his wife's nipple like a fish tail. At that moment, his wife's long, plump thighs, without an ounce of excess fat, involuntarily clamped around the old beggar's waist.

Just like when she was being affectionate with me, my wife's hand involuntarily reached down to the old beggar's crotch, gently and skillfully kneading and stroking his scrotum, softly rotating the two small balls inside.

A strong stimulation spread from the old beggar's lower body throughout his entire body. "Aww—"

he couldn't help but cry out. This intense stimulation made the old beggar's penis, still inserted in his wife's tight cavity, grow larger and larger.

The old beggar couldn't help but start to thrust slightly, his wife's cavity acting like a powerful fleshy clamp that held his penis tightly. After thrusting several times, the old beggar gradually understood how to pursue greater pleasure.

Perhaps it was a man's nature, but the old beggar, making love for the first time, felt a strong desire to conquer and destroy, wanting to ravage and defile his wife's beauty!

The old beggar's large, yellow-skinned hands brazenly grasped the base of his wife's teardrop-shaped breasts, his fingers tightening and sinking deep into her soft breasts. The lower part of her breasts contracted sharply, while the upper part was forced to bulge, turning the original teardrop shape into a balloon-like swelling. Pale blue veins began to appear on the upper part of her breasts, and the areolas at the tips protruded due to the pressure, while the nipples stood out prominently at their highest points.

The old beggar's hands were as black as charcoal, while his wife's breasts were as white as snow; the contrast between black and white was striking enough to ignite any man's strong desire to conquer a woman.

When the old beggar released his grip, the breasts quickly returned to their original shape like cream pudding, bouncing twice.

The old beggar, excited by this new way of playing, repeatedly squeezed and released his wife's teardrop-shaped breasts. Her elastic breasts, like two dough balls, constantly changed shape in his hands, but each time he released them, they would stand erect again, only now bearing a few bluish-purple finger marks.

Suddenly, the old beggar had an idea. He forcefully squeezed one of his wife's teardrop-shaped breasts until it bulged, the nipple standing erect, hard and trembling, almost leaping out of the breast.

The old beggar suddenly flicked his wife's erect nipple hard with his other hand. "Ah..."

The nipple throbbed, causing his wife to cry out in surprise. Her body tensed, and the layers of folds in her vaginal canal contracted sharply, giving the old beggar's penis a pulling force!

The old beggar had discovered another secret of his wife's. He alternately squeezed and bulged her breasts with his hands, his fingers suddenly flicking the nipples hard. His wife was particularly sensitive to this action. Whenever this happened, she would moan intensely, and her lower abdomen would involuntarily heave upwards, her vaginal canal contracting strongly. The old

beggar's flicking of his wife's nipples stimulated him to come up with a new trick.

He pinched one of his wife's rosy nipples with two fingers and slowly pulled it outwards. Under the old beggar's pull, his wife's breast slowly lengthened, her originally teardrop-shaped breast becoming long and flat. The old beggar pulled and released, then pulled and released again, his wife's full, soft, teardrop-shaped breasts taut and relaxed in his hands, reminding him of the chewy candy he used to eat.

He pulled her breasts up and down, then changed direction, pulling them outwards, stretching them very long. Her soft, full, teardrop-shaped breasts were stretched taut and thin, almost translucent under the light. He released them, and the taut, flat breasts snapped

back with a "pop," their elasticity causing them to tremble violently like springs, pulling the other breast, which hadn't been pulled, along with them, for five or six tremors before stopping.

They snapped back, then he pulled them out again, repeating this several times.

His wife's fair body trembled as the old beggar played with her, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her brow furrowed, her expression unreadable, neither pleasure nor pain. Her firm, smooth, full breasts bounced violently.

The wife's automatically writhing cavity had slowly pulled the old beggar's penis to its deepest point! Due to the drug-induced sexual arousal, the wife's cervix had lowered due to physiological function, and the old beggar's glans was pressing against it!

The old beggar also felt a small opening inside his wife's body pressing against his glans. He didn't know what part of the woman's body he was touching, but he knew it would bring him the greatest pleasure!

In pursuit of deeper penetration and greater stimulation, the old beggar abandoned playing with his wife's breasts, instinctively using his hands to grip her shoulders as leverage, desperately pushing his penis into the small opening deep inside her cavity!

Due to physiological advantage, once a man enters a woman's body, even the most lewd and insecure man will gradually gain the upper hand when facing any noble, proud, and unapproachable goddess! Now, the old beggar was facing his sacred wife!

Under the violation of a man's masculinity, a woman's body always betrays her will. Especially when a wife is under the drug-induced sexual arousal and has lost herself!

The old beggar slowly discovered the weakness that drove the goddess to despair. He would slightly withdraw his penis from the deepest part of her vagina, then thrust it all the way in, the glans forcing open the tight opening deep inside.

Each time, his wife would cry out, her soft body tensing as if electrocuted, the violent tremors amplified and spreading rapidly from the opening deep inside her vagina, even causing the old beggar on top of her to tremble. As his penis slowly withdrew, the glans exiting the forced opening, the tremors gradually subsided like ripples on water; until the next sudden impact, the ripples overlapping with the previous ones, each tremor stronger than the last!

His wife's face flushed crimson, her expression intensely agitated, her eyes glazed as she groaned loudly, desperately shaking her head, which was hidden by her hair.

The increasingly intense tremors emanating from her lower body were irresistible to the wife. Instinctively, her hands reached for her private parts, cushioning her and the old beggar's pubic bones with her fingers, using her fingers as a buffer to prevent his penis from penetrating fully.

The old beggar had already begun his skilled piston-like movements; his withdrawn penis was covered in her vaginal fluid, and even more fluid was inside her vagina, making a "plop, plop" sound with each thrust.

The wife moaned unrestrainedly; she had forgotten who he was, forgotten where she was—nothing else mattered. She only wanted the present moment, to have him quickly satisfy her.

In the early days of their marriage, to help my inexperienced wife familiarize herself with sexual techniques, I had found her many pornographic films. These were things of the past, long since sealed deep within her memory.

Unexpectedly, under the strong stimulation of the aphrodisiac, those deeply buried memories resurfaced in her subconscious, unconsciously controlling her actions.

"Ah, faster... harder!"

the wife groaned, gripping the old beggar's waist and pushing him deeper into her body. Her gestures and voice were full of innuendo.

"I, Zhao Ergou, have a woman! A woman like a fairy! A beautiful fairy I can fuck freely! A woman who can even bear my child..."

The old beggar's lust reached its peak, his penis inside his wife growing even more erect from his erotic stimulation.

His wife's expression grew increasingly alluring; her long legs were wrapped around his lower back, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her body drenched in sweat, a picture of ecstasy and adorable vulnerability. This not only greatly satisfied the old beggar's timid lust but also made him irresistibly drawn to her extremely sensitive body. His wife's moans were intoxicatingly seductive, like a dying lamb, while her trembling, beautiful body displayed boundless vitality.

His wife's strong, long legs, gripping his waist, somehow transformed him from a position of being on top of her to an upright one!

Looking at his naked wife from this new angle, the old beggar experienced something different. It was a downward gaze! A superior gaze! In this position, every movement of the woman on the bed was visible to the man, yet the woman had to look up at the man! Like the weak looking up at the strong.

Under the old beggar's condescending gaze, the once pure and beautiful Rouxue remained beautiful, but lust had replaced her purity!

"Just as everyone says… even fairies eventually get fucked by men!"

This goddess, once as high and mighty as an empress, was now a weak woman begging for his pleasure, obediently submitting to his penis, moaning softly ingratiating herself!

The old beggar maintained his upright posture, thrusting like a king on his throne, looking down at the weak woman subservient to his scepter.

Rouxue moaned submissively under the old beggar's domination, her soft, smooth body like a gelatinous congealed solid, pulsating like a spring, creating waves of milky heaving…

Finally, the old beggar's body trembled, his head spun, and he uncontrollably ejaculated a stream of hot semen. He poured his thick semen into his wife's womb a second time.

How pleasurable! The old beggar slowly smeared his own cloudy white semen onto the grassy area he had cultivated and that belonged to him.

His dark penis, now semi-erect and dangling, gleamed with oil, remarkably clean compared to the rest of his grime-covered body! Especially noticeable was the complete disappearance of the disgusting white smegma on his glans and foreskin!

It looked as if it had just been meticulously cleaned!

But the cleansing had been done on his wife's most tender, most sensitive spot!

The old beggar had completely possessed his wife, caressing the place that had just entertained him. There was no reaction; his wife lay motionless on the bed, only her chest heaving.

The old beggar's two penetrations, combined with the aphrodisiac's effects, had exhausted his wife's strength.

The old beggar continued to caress his wife's secret area with great interest; the entrance was wide open, slippery, obediently maintaining a welcoming posture.

Satisfied, the old beggar slid off his wife and lay down beside her. His hands, smeared with semen, rubbed against her once-unapproachable, rounded thighs—perfect hand towels.

Even after he'd finished, he couldn't bear to leave her body, continuing to hold her close, his hands caressing her smooth, soft skin. He turned her onto her back, lying on the bed, stroking her white breasts while kissing her cheeks, greedily tasting her rosy lips.

Ignoring their social status, they looked more like a newlywed couple, a young woman receiving her husband's intimate caresses, moaning with pleasure.

Under the bright bedroom light, the wife's naked body shone brightly white, a stark contrast to the old beggar's withered, rough body. Without seeing it with one's own eyes, no one would ever connect these two people; they were from completely different worlds—one a beautiful, elegant female teacher, the other a filthy, lowly street beggar!

Previously, from the big tree near the wall, I could only see my bathroom. If Wang Gang saw this scene in the bedroom, he would be furious!

At this moment, outside the gate of the community, Wang Gang was anxiously trying to sneak into the community, but he was stopped by the dutiful security guards. Without the permission of the community residents, no one was allowed in.

Wang Gang knew that as long as he could get into Rouxue's house, he could enjoy his wife's beautiful body, which had been given aphrodisiacs. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain!

"...Mr. Zhang, what do you think of the photos of this woman I just sent you?... Haha..."

"A top-notch beauty! So tempting!... It's a pity I can't see her face... Where did you get her? Old Wang." "

Haha, don't worry, she's absolutely gorgeous... How about it, want to sleep with her?... Haha, okay... We'll talk in detail when we meet..."

Wang Gang left dejectedly while making a phone call.

Inside the bedroom, the wife let out a long, contented sigh, nestled nestled against the old beggar like a little bird…

Chapter 13: Letting

the Horse Run Free In the bedroom, on the large double bed where my wife and I were deeply in love, my wife's face was rosy and peaceful, motionless as if she had fainted. Only her pair of snow-white, full breasts trembled slightly with her breath, and the reddish scratch marks on her fingers were clearly visible. My wife lay limply on the bed, her naked body spread wide apart, her right calf extending beyond the width of the bed and dangling to the ground, making her already prominent mons pubis even more prominent.

Even now, the old beggar still couldn't believe it was real, feeling dazed as if he were dreaming. The old beggar stared wide-eyed at the soft, sweaty, smooth flesh, every part clearly reflected in his eyes. This was a woman like a fairy! The kind of goddess that men could only admire from afar, never to be touched! The old beggar could never have imagined her naked before, but now she was truly naked before him, being violated by him.

His wife was covered in sweat, her genitals glistening with a liquid—or perhaps not entirely sweat, as the drugs had already aroused her. Her genitals were covered in a sticky fluid; her pubic hair, though not sparse, clumps clung to her lower abdomen, a messy sight.

The clock ticked. Two consecutive orgasms, fueled by the drugs, had exhausted his wife's strength, and the old beggar, too frail from years of begging, was powerless to continue, even with such a beautiful woman before him.

The bedroom fell silent, like the calm before a battle, a battlefield strewn with corpses, a stillness before another fierce attack.

His wife lay exhausted, like a beautiful white warhorse, a mare, collapsed on the battlefield. The knight of the white horse, the master of the warhorse—Shen Yunxiang—while I am a thousand miles away. The old beggar, like a sleazy, battlefield-cleaning veteran from an enemy nation, found this exhausted white warhorse!

This was the mount any knight dreamed of!

A noble warhorse with excellent genetic lineage!

A magnificent, tall, and beautiful mare with long limbs!

A mare with glossy coat, thick skin, and a body brimming with powerful strength! It was far superior to any short, skinny cart-pulling horse!

The enemy veteran had captured the warhorse, thinking of taking it home to pull carts and plow fields!

His wife, her head resting on his arm, her beautiful long hair cascading down, obscuring her beautiful face, lay motionless on the bed. The old beggar knelt on the bed, his withered, dark hands stroking his wife's flushed, exaggeratedly undulating body. As if examining his own genitals.

The old beggar's thin hand rested on her snow-white, full buttocks before him. It gives one a shocking feeling of a sacred object being desecrated!

Among Chinese women, many beautiful women often have flat and sagging buttocks. It is rare for a woman to have buttocks as full and firm as my wife's, enough to touch the hearts of men all over the world, making them infatuated and full of admiration.

Her buttocks were distinctly raised, forming soft, wavy contours, the curves below them graceful, rounded, and firm. They were as pure and white as a pile of snow, and as mysterious and beautiful as a full moon. The beauty of his wife's buttocks lay in their fullness, smoothness, delicacy, whiteness, and elasticity. It was a culmination of visual and tactile beauty, capable of evoking a psychological sense of aesthetic pleasure!

But to the wasteful old beggar, it only meant "big buttocks, good for childbearing!"

The old beggar forcefully pressed down on his wife's wide, white buttocks, as if pressing down on the buttocks of one of his large livestock.

"Smack!"

A crisp fleshy sound rang out. A red handprint appeared on her snow-white, plump buttocks, the flesh trembling, and the old beggar's hand was jolted away.

"Hmm..."

his wife murmured softly in her sleep, her body shifting.

The trembling, snow-white flesh reminded the old beggar of the crystal pork skin jelly made in his rural hometown during the New Year—crystal clear, elastic, and quivering.

"Slap, slap..."

The old beggar patted his wife's snow-white, plump buttocks, as if patting the buttocks of his own livestock, showing off to his neighbors how strong his beast was.

His wife, in her drowsy state, instinctively twisted her body, lying prone on the bed. Her long hair cascaded over her snow-white, bare back, shimmering in the lamplight like the mane of some animal.

"Slap, slap!"

On the battlefield after a fierce battle, a lecherous enemy veteran was vigorously whipping his exhausted, muscular white warhorse lying on the ground. The enemy veteran wanted the white horse to stand up; for him, the horse's beauty was secondary, the important thing was whether it could pull his cart and plow the fields!

"Slap, slap!"

The trembling flesh from the slaps spread throughout his body with the taut, elastic skin. His wife's abdomen tensed slightly, the two soft, beautiful, delicate lines on her abdomen rising and falling gently with the trembling of her buttocks, shifting and blurring, rippling like silken waves. This undulating language of the abdominal lines made the smooth, rounded curves of his wife's body convey a flowing, musical form.

The trembling of her buttocks traveled along the ripples of her moving abdomen to her full breasts.

Her beautiful, teardrop-shaped breasts had already swelled into hemispheres, even the erect nipples seemed to be sunk into the swollen areolas, becoming perfectly spherical. The fair skin on her breasts had become tight and thin due to their enlargement, and the trembling from her buttocks caused them to quiver and quiver.

The skin of her swollen, hemispherical breasts was stretched thin and almost translucent; where the light shone, the transparency increased, becoming so transparent that even the tiny, dark blue, worm-like capillaries were clearly visible. The transparency gradually decreased towards the backlight, slowly blurring the contours of her breasts.

The once small, regular pink areolas, supporting erect nipples, had swelled up, spreading irregularly outwards like a scene rendered in traditional Chinese ink painting, their edges faintly visible. Baked by their own heat, the breasts exuded a fleshy, milky fragrance, radiating a captivating and alluring charm…

“Slap!”

The old beggar slapped his wife’s hemispherical breasts, causing them to bounce violently.

It reminded him of bouncing a ball!

Not a ball! A ball of flesh!

A woman’s ball of flesh! A fairy’s ball of flesh!

Only one pair in the world!

The old beggar stood up, his repulsive, ugly penis dangling between his legs. The old beggar stared intently at his wife's naked body, his eyes no longer timid as before, but revealing a hint of greed…

The old beggar straddled his wife's head with one foot, his knee bent, his buttocks moving up and down, clearly intending to sit on his wife's breasts. But the old beggar hesitated; he didn't know how much this action would provoke the fairy,

what if he angered his wife… The old beggar's eyes flickered with fear, his black penis drooping and swaying. Then, his buttocks lowered slightly further, and accidentally, his semi-erect penis touched his wife's face. The old beggar panicked; he tried to stand up quickly, but lost his balance and instead sat down heavily, his entire weight pressing down on his wife's breasts. "Ah—"

His wife cried out in surprise, waking from her slumber, but only briefly; her consciousness remained under the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac.

His wife, consumed by lust, had lost her usual pristine beauty. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed, and her rosy lips parted hungrily, moaning out her desires. Her head swayed weakly from side to side on the bed, her long, disheveled hair obscuring most of her face, adding to her messy and melancholic beauty. The old beggar was clearly encouraged by his wife's reaction under the influence of the aphrodisiac. He chuckled, revealing his uneven, yellowed teeth. His buttocks pressed firmly against his wife's breasts. He shifted his upper body, adjusting his posture. Although the old beggar was rather thin, he was still a man. Sitting so unsupported on a woman's soft flesh, his wife's breasts were compressed into a flat, pancake shape.

"Oh..."

The wife's hands instinctively reached for the old beggar's buttocks, hoping to ease the burden on her breasts. The old beggar leaned forward, supporting part of his weight with his legs. The wife breathed a sigh of relief; she didn't seem to mind the old beggar's buttocks pressing against her tender breasts.

Her breasts, such perfect breasts, breasts I usually dared not carelessly rub, most of the time I only quietly placed my hands on them, nothing more. Now they were flattened by the old beggar's dirty buttocks.

Suddenly, the old beggar's body pressed backward and downward again. The breasts were once again impacted by the man's entire weight.

"Ah—"

The wife's hands, supporting the old beggar's buttocks, tightened their grip.

The old beggar lifted his body again and thrust downward, this time much faster than the previous two times, his body slamming down like a pile driver, even making a "smack" sound upon impact...

"Smack!"

The sound of breast flesh being slammed against buttocks echoed in the bedroom. "Smack..."

Another sound...

"Smack smack!"

On the battlefield, the lewd enemy veteran had already mounted the white warhorse, urging the exhausted horse to move.

The warhorse sensed that the rider on its back was not its familiar knight, not its master. It reared up, hooves raised, and with a mighty leap, finally throwing the enemy soldier off.

The old enemy soldier was clearly unwilling to be thrown from his horse; this was the white horse he had found! A horse that could only belong to him!

The wife finally managed to roll over, throwing the old beggar off her breasts onto the bed. She lay face down, burying her face in the soft pillow.

This position prevented the old beggar from sitting on her breasts, but it also unknowingly left her back completely exposed to him.

The old beggar rolled over and straddled his wife's slender lower back. This position gave the impression of riding a horse.

The old beggar felt as if he too was riding a beautiful mare, a desire to gallop away.

One hand gripped his wife's hair, like gripping the reins…

The old enemy soldier gripped the reins of the white warhorse tightly, struggling to tame his mount. The warhorse leaped and thrashed, unwilling to be captured by its enemy boss, trying to throw the veteran off again, but was firmly held in place by the reins.

His wife swayed violently from side to side, like a wild horse trying to throw its trainer off.

The veteran knew that riding the unruly warhorse was only the first step; taming it was the key. Only then would the warhorse become a workhorse for pulling carts and plowing fields.

The veteran took out a rope; only reins and a whip could restrain the galloping warhorse.

The wife's long, glossy black hair cascaded down her upper body, two strands falling across her full breasts. With each sway of her body, the hair tossed and turned beside her bouncing breasts, the contrast of black and white creating a captivating effect that ignited the old beggar's eyes.

His lust had already reached its limit; all he could think about now was how to toy with his wife.

Looking at her waist-length hair, the old beggar suddenly conceived a lewd plan.

He grabbed a small lock of her hair and quickly used it as a rope to tie around her left nipple. The

delicate nipple tightened under his hair, and the wife trembled, her brows furrowing in pain.

"Hehe..."

A lewd, mischievous smile flashed across the old beggar's face as he pulled back her hair.

"Ah..."

The wife groaned, her body involuntarily curling up. This reduced the distance between her nipple and scalp.

The old beggar pulled another small lock of his wife's long hair to her right breast, tying it around her nipple. Her breasts were lifted high by the hair, the lock taut against her nipple. At the

end of her lower abdomen was a tuft of pubic hair, forming a regular inverted triangle. Her pubic hair was long, but each strand was curved, soft and smooth, obediently lying on her raised mons pubis. The satin-black pubic hair stood out against her alabaster-white skin, perfectly complementing her black hair and adorning her jade-like body.

To reduce the pull of her hair on her nipples, she curled her body into a graceful arc, making it possible for her long hair to touch her pubic hair.

The old beggar ran his fingers through his wife's pubic hair in a rake-like motion. The hair, sticky with semen on her snow-white belly, became fluffy. He then grabbed a strand of her long hair and quickly tied it to her pubic hair!

The old beggar used her own hair to form a triangle connecting her breasts and genitals!

"...Ah, no..."

His wife blushed with anxiety, but every movement of her body aggravated her three sensitive areas with her long hair.

She lay curled up on her side; whenever she straightened up, her nipples, and especially her pubic hair, were painfully pulled by her own hair.

The warhorse was finally brought to its knees on the battlefield by the reins. The unruly horse had finally realized the power of its new master, subdued by the reins and whip.

The old beggar arranged Rouxue into a kneeling position on the bed, her head protruding from the edge, drooping limply to the ground without support, her face turned towards the ground, her shoulders lowered in the front and higher in the back.

The old beggar had heard other homeless men boast about this position, a variation of the "old man pushing a cart" position called "Cold Duck Swimming in Water," and today he imitated it.

Unlike the "rear-entry" position used in male-female sex, this "Cold Duck Swimming in Water" position is more insidious, mainly used to toy with and torture women, and now the old beggar was using it on his wife.

The key to this position is that the man twists the woman's arms behind her back, and the woman supports her entire weight only with her spread legs and her belly pressed against the bed. The woman has to kneel and crawl on the ground like a dog, which is extremely lewd, extremely humiliating, and extremely arduous. Because the man's penis is inserted horizontally in this position, at the same angle as the woman's vagina, it is very easy to exert force, and the closure is very tight, resulting in a much greater depth of penetration than in other positions. Therefore, the impact and stimulation received by the woman are also much stronger.

Inside the bedroom, a sexy, elegant, fair-skinned, and voluptuous woman knelt in humiliation before an old beggar whose body was thin, covered in wounds, with rough skin, and who occasionally emitted a foul odor.

The old beggar was as if in paradise, a sexually alluring fairy kneeling before him.

His rough penis instinctively hardened, eager to conquer the goddess before him.

Her full, round breasts, slender waist, and round, pert buttocks, combined with her angelic face,

made him lose himself, completely intoxicated by this paradise.

His ugly, erect penis slowly penetrated the goddess's body from behind!

"Mmm—"

A soft moan escaped his lips, his buttocks reflexively contracting, pulling the old beggar's waist downwards, causing his penis to penetrate even deeper. Their lower bodies pressed together tightly, seemingly without a gap, as if she were actively seeking deeper penetration.

The position of insertion from behind easily evokes the feeling of riding a horse. The old beggar felt as if he were riding a beautiful mare, with a desire to gallop away.

His wife's body swayed slightly with his movements, her head bowed, moving slowly, rhythmically, back and forth, making her seem like a newly tamed mare.

The enemy veteran smiled happily, letting the well-built, robust white warhorse beneath him sway vigorously, and he swayed along with it! What a handsome, strong, tall horse! What a wonderful ride! Riding a beautiful foreign horse, holding the reins, controlling its direction and propelling it forward with his black whip!

Be a good horse beneath me! The enemy veteran cracked his black whip, urging his warhorse onto the road home, to show off his conquered warhorse to his neighbors. No, now it was no longer a wild warhorse, but a tamed mare! A tamed mare!

The victor triumphantly charged forward, flaunting his dominance over this mare!

His wife remained in this humiliating and strenuous position, panting and drenched in sweat from the torment, struggling to maintain the posture. The tugging of her nipples and the obscene long hair around her genitals further subdued her, making her like a mare tamed by reins.

The old beggar wantonly thrust into the proud woman's buttocks, and whenever she arched her back too high in his lewdness, making it slightly out of his reach, he would slap her hard on the buttocks, and she would instinctively lower her back like a docile mare.

The old soldier skillfully propelled the mare beneath him faster and faster, the white horse completely bound by the reins, unable to break free, sweating profusely, running frantically and futilely. The knight on her back became increasingly skilled. He straddled the white horse, and the evil black leather whip lashed the horse faster and harder!

With the final, brutal lash, the white horse, unable to bear the pain, reared up, neighed, and broke free of its reins!

"Bang—"

With a sound, his wife lay sprawled on the bed, dozens of black, oily pubic hairs of varying lengths and curly shapes scattered across her snow-white body… 01-31 Chapter 14: Awakening from

a Dream A misty fairyland, with lush, towering mountains, crystal-clear waters, and a deep, blue sky. The paths were secluded and winding, adorned with fragrant grasses and vibrant peonies. This timeless garden possessed natural beauty, natural harmony, and natural tranquility. Rou Xue strolled through this fairyland. Where was she? Rou Xue asked herself in surprise, how did she arrive in this fairyland? Rou Xue was even more surprised to find herself completely naked. Rou Xue felt no shame; in this fairyland, any clothing was superfluous, unworthy of this paradise. More importantly, through the mist ahead, Rouxue saw her husband, also completely naked, arms outstretched, smiling to welcome her.

This was Eden, Rouxue and Shen Xiangyun's Eden!

Rouxue shyly nestled into my arms, a feeling of happiness spreading throughout her body. This feeling transported her to a new world, a world where only she and her husband existed, in their shared Eden, fully enjoying and experiencing the true meaning of life!

In this Eden for the two of them, Rou Xue became a truly real woman, a woman full of tenderness and affection, a woman overflowing with passion and fervor…

This woman was enjoying the fruits of love with her beloved in a joyful and intoxicating atmosphere.

Passionate teasing ignited an unbearable fire of desire, gentle caresses stirred Rou Xue's heart, passionate thrusts softened her icy pride, and masterful technique banished her shame and dignity.

In this paradise of Eden, Rou Xue could no longer control her emotions, her body actively yielding to pleasure. In this paradise, she no longer wanted to control her desires; she wanted to express her unforgettable love for her husband through action, and at the same time, she needed to receive his love. She had deeply felt that love in his passionate thrusting, and it made her body tremble.

Suddenly, a black wind swept in from nowhere, turning the mountains pale, the waters murky, the sky pitch black, and the peonies withered. The black wind swept away the beauty, harmony, and tranquility of Eden. Her husband was also swept away by the black wind, and Rouxue frantically reached out to pull him back.

At that moment, a venomous snake emerged, tightly coiling around Rouxue's body, rendering her immobile and unable to breathe. She watched helplessly as her husband disappeared.

The snake opened its blood-red maw and burrowed into Rouxue's body…

"Husband!"

Rouxue cried out in terror, as if a ray of light had dispelled all the darkness. The moment she opened her eyes, she felt a sharp pain; the light was too bright.

Her consciousness slowly returned, and Rouxue finally opened her eyes. Her body felt as if it had been held like this for ten thousand years, her bones seemingly rusting.

Rouxue felt something warm and wet licking her private parts. The wife's consciousness was gradually returning, and she subconsciously looked down at her genitals.

What blocked his view was his own towering breasts, far more prominent than he usually saw. Beyond them, he was horrified to discover, between his widely parted legs, a grizzled head writhing between her snow-white thighs, a tongue licking her genitals with a "smacking" sound.

It turned out the old beggar had woken up a while earlier than his wife; it was now 3 PM Sunday afternoon, nearly 20 hours since 8 PM Saturday. The old beggar, waking first, had his first opportunity to examine the woman's private parts between her unconsciously parted thighs:

completely different from the women's genitals in the pornographic pictures and books he'd found while scavenging: plump. Like a small steamed bun, no, more like a flower bud, a bud about to bloom, its petals full and plump, pinkish-white and tender, tightly closed, guarding the sacred pistil, like a budding peony!

The old beggar excitedly used his trembling index finger to carefully touch the closed petals of the bud. The bud trembled involuntarily. My God! The petals slowly unfurled! Like a close-up shot of a flower slowly opening on television. The large, rosy petals slowly opened to the sides, cautiously and shyly displaying their beauty, revealing their rosy inner petals and the red stamen...

The old beggar carefully touched the stamen and petals with his fingertips. With each light touch, the stamen timidly retracted, then shyly protruded again. The petals closed rhythmically with the stamen, causing his wife's body to tremble involuntarily... The

old beggar couldn't help but kneel down, bringing his foul mouth to lick the alluring peony.

"Ah—no... let me go!"

His wife regained consciousness, recognized the old beggar, and instinctively squeezed her legs together, trying to push away his graying head. Facing his naked wife, the old beggar, in the throes of his fourth bout of lust, felt no awe whatsoever!

“Sister, it’s me…you’re my woman now!…Sister, don’t be afraid!…”

The old beggar frantically held down his struggling wife, his mouth still nibbling at her breasts.

“No!…Quick, let go…”

The kind-hearted wife hadn’t expected the timid, cowardly old beggar to be like this. In a moment of panic, she relied entirely on her womanly instincts to resist.

The old beggar’s rough, bark-like hands tightly embraced his wife’s slender waist, his rough old face pressed desperately against her soft belly, his foul mouth frantically licking her delicate areas.

“Please, sister, don’t abandon me…you’re my woman! Be my woman…”

The old beggar rubbed his wrinkled face against his wife’s soft belly, sobbing continuously.

"We can't do this! We can't..."

The wife's consciousness had fully returned. She remembered that after drinking Wang Gang's water, she felt a burning sensation all over her body and had an urge to have sex. She struggled to get home and take a shower, and after that, she remembered nothing. Could it be... that she was under the influence of

aphrodisiacs? Could it be that she was unconsciously having sex with this wounded, miserable, and lonely old beggar...?

The kind-hearted wife blushed deeply, unable to bear the thought, and her resistance weakened involuntarily.

She could only let the old beggar desperately embrace her voluptuous body.

The old beggar secretly looked up and saw his beautiful wife, her cheeks flushed and shyly turned to one side, her large, clear eyes slightly closed, her pink lips tightly pursed, her fair face partially obscured by her long bangs—she was simply stunning. She wasn't angry, just weakly resisting.

Seeing his wife no longer resisting, the filthy, sleazy, and cowardly old beggar locked his rough, withered arms around her slender waist. His filthy hands kneaded her full, round buttocks, trying to grasp them firmly. However, her buttocks were tender and elastic; no matter how hard the old beggar tried, his large hands, embedded in her flesh, would always be gently lifted. His rough, old face buried itself desperately in his wife's soft breasts.

A pair of white, jade-like breasts, heavy as teardrops, buried the old beggar's wrinkled face. The pink areolas on her snow-white breasts were like peach blossoms, and a small, cherry-sized bud stood erect, seemingly waiting to be plucked by its master.

The old beggar, his blood boiling, gripped his wife's full breasts tightly with his withered, twig-like hands. He opened his mouth, revealing yellow teeth, and took one of her tender breasts into his mouth, his rough tongue licking her nipples. His delicate wife, her sensitive nipples being teased by the old beggar, felt her body gradually heat up, a sinful desire igniting within her. Her hands, which had been resisting the old beggar, lowered slightly, and her breathing began to quicken. She couldn't help but reach out and tightly embrace the old beggar's head, hoping to alleviate the tingling sensation. The old beggar desperately sucked his wife's breasts into his mouth, until her nipples and areolas were completely inside. But he seemed unsatisfied, his large hands pressing her forward from behind.

His wife could only arch her chest high, and more of her snow-white breasts were sucked in by the old beggar.

"Ah, gently... gently! Ah, no... don't bite!"

Rouxue cried out shyly, hurt by the old beggar's rough actions.

The old beggar's rough, ugly penis, covered in black veins like a venomous snake, was already swollen and unbearable, constantly dripping sticky fluid from its head, staining his wife's fair thighs.

A foul, fishy odor of male genitalia permeated the entire bedroom.

The old beggar's penis was pressed between his wife's closed thighs, enduring the sensation of her thick pubic hair and the impending explosion of desire from having his glans squeezed. The old beggar fiercely squeezed her plump buttocks, violently forcing their private parts closer together. His hands pressed against his wife's buttocks, causing her delicate skin to rub against his glans. "You're my woman! I want you..."

The old beggar quickened his pace, finally letting out a shout as he forcefully grabbed his wife's firm calves and lifted them upwards, forcefully spreading her beautiful legs apart, raising them high, bending them towards her chest, and pressing her thighs as close to her breasts as possible. His wife's soft breasts were squeezed into an oval shape by his knees. Her delicate body arched like a shrimp, her slender waist seemingly on the verge of breaking.

"No..."

his wife seemed somewhat terrified, not expecting the cowardly old beggar to be so forceful. She struggled and pleaded with him, "You...you let me go, this position makes me...makes me very uncomfortable..."

"You are my woman!"

The old beggar, caught in the throes of lust, held his wife firmly down.

Because his wife's legs were raised high above her head, her buttocks inevitably arched high, making her private parts more clearly exposed. The originally tightly closed petals were slightly stretched open. The old beggar's glossy glans pressed tightly against the center of her moist, hot petals, rubbing lightly up and down a few times within the opening. Her skin instantly became glossy and shiny.

Women, especially mature women, are like that. Regardless of their initial impressions or feelings towards you, once there's physical contact and you've reached orgasm, they become exceptionally cooperative and compliant during subsequent intimacy.

"Put this on first,"

the shy wife said, taking a condom from a nearby cabinet and handing it to the old beggar.

The old beggar had no idea what it was. He took the condom and was about to ask his wife what it was when she turned away shyly.

The old beggar was no longer the timid and inexperienced man he once was. His eyes gleamed, his expression ferocious like a beast. He thrust his lower body forward, mercilessly plunging his thick penis deep into her vagina.

"Ah—"

Fortunately, his wife's vagina had already received the old beggar's thick penis many times during her unconscious sexual arousal, and she was somewhat accustomed to it. However, her current, conscious cry still carried pain, and her beautiful face was slightly contorted.

The wife began to twist her body from side to side, her legs straining to clamp together, but the old beggar's waist was pressing down on her hips. Even with her legs clamped, she could only grip his waist and thighs, offering no protection. Her

two pink labia majora, like a small mouth, tightly sucked at the old beggar's glans. Her tight, warm vaginal opening gently enveloped the dark glans, contracting and relaxing as if massaging it.

Suddenly, the gentle wife realized that the old beggar wasn't wearing a condom; he had inserted his penis naked.

The usually chaste wife quickly twisted her full, beautiful buttocks, using one hand to push the old beggar away, preventing his penis from penetrating further.

"No! Ah, no! You can't put it in like this!"

Her twisting only further stimulated the old beggar's glans. At this moment, the old beggar was like a male animal, only thinking of conquering this young, beautiful, and sexually alluring woman. His rough, withered hands gripped her buttocks like claws.

The rough penis scraped against the tender walls of his wife's tight vagina, causing her some pain as she remained conscious, yet the hot penis also brought her a vague sense of fullness.

The gentle wife pushed the old beggar away, whispering, "Slow down, slow down, it hurts, no...don't go in any further."

The old beggar gritted his teeth and continued to push the rough penis into his wife's tight passage, the dark, ugly penis slowly disappearing into her vagina.

Reaching the deepest point, the old beggar thrust in hard. The penis was fully inside his wife's vagina, an indescribable comfort and a pleasurable sucking sensation spreading throughout

his body. The walls of her vagina felt like a massage, enveloping the penis in pleasure. The old beggar's final, powerful thrust made his wife shudder slightly, and before she could return to her original position, his thrusts came again and again. His wife's beautiful face was contorted in a horrifying grimace, her fair cheeks flushed a vibrant crimson. It was an indescribable excitement, like that of someone being raped. The old beggar held one of his wife's breasts while sucking on the other, his lower body thrusting in and out like a pile driver. His thin, withered buttocks rose and fell between his wife's full hips.

His wife's tight passage was difficult to enter, but equally difficult to exit. The narrow opening, combined with her two pink labia majora, was like a small mouth, sucking at the coronal sulcus of his glans, making it truly difficult to get out.

Of course, the old beggar knew that no man in the world would ever want to pull out of this exquisite orifice.

The shy wife covered her flushed face with her hands, not daring to face the old beggar, her body swaying up and down with the old beggar's thrusts.

The frequent thrusting prevented his wife from even uttering a moan before being overwhelmed by the next one, repeating itself like a pitiful person about to drown.

Even the lubrication secreted by the walls of her vagina wasn't enough to keep up with the old beggar's penis as it entered and exited; any secretion was immediately drawn out by the glans, soaking their pubic hair into a messy, excessive sweat.

Chapter Fifteen: Telephone Horror

The old beggar was clearly not satisfied, reaching out to forcefully pull away his wife's hand covering her face.

"Sister, you're my woman now, what's there to be shy about..."

"No..." His wife's remaining consciousness made her refuse verbally, her body instinctively yielding.

"I want it! You're my woman! I want it... say I'm your man!"

"No... finish quickly, let me go..." At this moment, his wife no longer had the intimidating
aura she once had towards the old beggar; she was like a wife pleading with her husband.

"Say I'm a man!" The old beggar pinched and squeezed his wife's nipples hard, his penis plunging in deeply, shattering
her last shred of composure.

"Oh...no...ah...you, you are me...you are me..."

"What...what am I?"

"I am...I am...my man!" His wife's extremely sensitive body could no longer withstand the old beggar's
assault, her body and mind collapsing, and she gave up resisting him. "Ah...you are my man!...Ah..."
His wife abandoned her shyness, shouting loudly as if conquered.

His wife's cries further fueled the old beggar's lust.

Just as this ugly, lewd, and filthy old beggar was enjoying my young, voluptuous, sexy, and beautiful wife,
her phone rang. His wife was startled by the ringtone, and seemed to become much more alert.

It turned out that his wife had set a different ringtone for his calls, and Rouxue knew that it was her husband
calling.

The wife stared wide-eyed at the phone on the bed, a sudden thought of her husband flashing through her mind. But
the old beggar on top of her continued thrusting, and she was even
swaying . The fullness of the old beggar's penis inside her, coupled with the guilt of her betrayal, constantly
assaulted her mind and body.

"I...I...what am I doing? What's wrong with me? How could I do such a thing?"
the wife struggled internally.

The old beggar looked at the wife's phone, seemingly noticing my photo on it. A man in his fifties...
His boundless possessiveness and jealousy finally erupted. The old beggar suddenly stopped, freeing his hand from his wife's breast
to grab the phone. He did something astonishing: he answered the call.

His wife, still pinned beneath him, quickly reached out and snatched the phone away. The old beggar had never seen
his wife so nervous; even when she was angry, his usually reasonable wife had never acted this way.

Consumed by jealousy, the old beggar thought, "Damn it, no matter who you're nervous about, you're under me now
, my cock is inside you, you're my woman."

"Wife, what are you doing? Have you eaten?" My voice came through the phone.

Hearing my voice, his wife finally came to her senses and couldn't help but cover her mouth and cry.

"What's wrong?... Rou'er, what's wrong?" I asked with concern.

The possessive old beggar, upon hearing my voice, instantly lost his mind, desperately spreading his wife's
long legs wide apart, pressing her tightly against her sides, making her completely immobile. The old
beggar roughly kneaded and fondled his wife's protruding breasts.
Shallow bruises appeared on her fair, delicate, teardrop-shaped breasts, burning with pain. Her nipples were pinched and twisted hard by the old beggar, quickly swelling
, and the pink areolas spread, radiating a seductive glow.

In the old beggar's lustful eyes, this was undoubtedly the most stimulating and effective aphrodisiac. His
penis, fueled by his arousal, became even harder, thrusting deeply into his wife's vagina until it was fully inside,
making a crisp "smack."

"What was that sound? Rou'er?" I heard the "smack" through the receiver.

"Ah...husband, I, I bumped into the table...waaaah..." my wife whimpered softly.

"Does it hurt? How could you be so careless?" I asked with concern.

The old beggar was clearly angered by my intimate conversation with Rou Xue. In his mind, Rou Xue
was entirely his woman, and I was just a third party!

Seeing his beloved woman flirting with another man gave the old beggar
the urge .

His penis swiftly withdrew to the entrance of her vagina, then thrust in again with a loud "smack!" He quickly
withdrew it all the way out…

His wife reacted even faster; she understood the old beggar was deliberately making the impact sound. Her hand moved quickly to the entrance of her vagina, her fingers
curled like a spring to cushion the impact at their point of contact.

His penis plunged in completely, the old beggar's pubic bone striking hers through the cushioning effect of his wife's hand,
producing a muffled "plop.

" "Husband, husband, where are you? When are you coming back? I… I miss you so much!"

His gentle wife, afraid I would hear the lewd sounds of their intercourse, quickly took a deep breath, forcing herself to stop
crying, her voice choked with sobs.

The wife hoped her voice could drown out the lewd sounds of their lovemaking. After speaking, she looked timidly at
the old beggar who was on top of her, still fondling her body, as if afraid of angering him. Yet,
her helpless and guilty heart couldn't help but call out to her husband.

"Rou'er, it's a bit noisy over there… Missing your husband? Hehe, I've only been gone a few days and you can't stand it…"

I flirted with my wife on the phone, though I could vaguely hear some strange static, like the muddy sound of two lumps of
mud colliding.

"Mmm… Oh… Signal, is the signal bad… Husband—"

My wife's sweet voice was just like her usual sweet, coquettish voice during sex.

"Hehe, Rou'er, have you missed your husband so much that your breasts have gotten bigger? Hehe…"

Listening to my wife's sweet voice, I felt as if I were back in our intimate moments. I leaned back in my chair, eyes closed,
while… (The text abruptly shifts to a completely unrelated topic: "teardrop-shaped breasts swell and become round and swell when aroused,
a full D-cup size. This secret belongs only to my wife and me.")

"Ah, no—"

A soft, drawn-out cry suddenly came from the other end of the line. My wife usually liked to be affectionate with me, but this unexpected cry
still startled me.

"What's wrong, Rou'er…" I asked, somewhat surprised. "Why are you suddenly yelling so loudly?"

"It's because you teased me, honey—"

my wife said coquettishly.

She already missed me after only two days away? Even mentioning her breasts made her excited. I suddenly remembered
that this was her ovulation period, and she was more likely to have an orgasm on this day. This was
a secret between my wife and me.

"Hehe, it's my fault, honey…"

"That's true…" My wife's coquettish voice slowed down.

My gentle wife tried her best to maintain her usual tone while enduring the intense stimulation from my old beggar's thrusts
. The delicate wife could only helplessly shake her head, weakly pushing
the old beggar away with one hand. Her large, tear-filled eyes looked pitifully at him, as if pleading, "Please, please,
don't insert it anymore, please don't insert it anymore."

But at that moment, the old beggar was like a mad dog, and the weak wife was no match for him. The old
beggar forcefully pressed his wife's legs into a "V" shape, preventing her from moving.

"Rou'er, you need to take care of yourself while you're home alone, get some rest, don't always push yourself so hard preparing lessons."

"Mmm...oh, no—I know, husband," the wife said breathlessly.

"Wife...what's wrong? What did you just say?"

Just as I was still worried about my wife's health, the old beggar, panting heavily, lay on my wife's jade-like
body, thrusting repeatedly, thick, foul-smelling semen continuously injecting into my wife's
sacred womb.

"Ugh, ah~ no~ nothing, honey, I miss you!" My wife said, her voice choked with tears.

The phone call was a little muffled, as if it was about to drop. "Something came up... I have to hang up now... honey!"

Beep beep...

Although I felt something was off about my wife, I didn't suspect her at all. After hanging up, I
turned on my computer and logged into a large-scale online naval battle game.

I'm a game addict, and my wife, probably because she's a teacher, doesn't approve of her students playing online games, so naturally she
doesn't like me being addicted to them either. I can only play to my heart's content when I'm at work or traveling.

These past two days, our fleet's "Torpedo Boats of the Beibu Gulf" has been calling me. Because I wasn't there, our
fleet lost several battles against another fleet, and they're waiting for me, their captain, to lead them to revenge.

I piloted my battleship into the battlefield and engaged the opposing fleet in fierce combat.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in the bedroom, the old beggar was wrestling with my wife, a one-sided battle!

The old beggar pressed his hands on my wife's knees, then forcefully pushed them apart, making her legs spread like
a "split," her labia opening as well. He pressed his body down,
thrusting his thick, long penis deeper into her tight vagina.

My gentle wife, sensing from the irregular trembling of the old beggar's penis that he was about to ejaculate, quickly cried out,
"Today is my ovulation period! You mustn't ejaculate inside!"

But the old beggar, who couldn't read a single word, had no idea about ovulation. He was like
a ferocious hunting dog, growling, "You're my woman, you have to let me ejaculate inside you! My woman
has to let me ejaculate inside her!"

Rou Xue was terrified by the old beggar's growl, like a conquered female, she could only obediently kneel
before him, waiting for his climax.

The old beggar could no longer restrain himself. His expression twisted into a frenzied roar as he erupted… his filthy
semen like a raging torrent, violently spurted into the goddess's pure sanctuary for the fourth time.

Rouxue felt wave after wave of scalding liquid spraying onto her sacred place—her uterus.

The kind wife, thinking of her uterus filled with the old beggar's foul-smelling semen, and knowing it was her ovulation day,
couldn't help but feel anxious.

She quickly pushed the old beggar away and ran to the bathroom in the bedroom.

The kind wife continuously washed her body with water, the old beggar's semen
dripping .

Looking at the filthy semen on the floor, the wife was filled with regret, regretting her momentary soft-heartedness and a moment of indulgent
desire .

This intense sense of guilt made her unable to hold back her tears of sorrow.

The old beggar lay on my and my wife's large bed, looking at the luxurious bedroom, a strange
tension .

"I was beaten so badly I suffered internal injuries just for peeping at the village head's fat wife. Now, in this upscale house,
I've slept with such a young and beautiful married woman. What if she…?" The old beggar dared not think any further.

Having never experienced anything like this before, and with a criminal record, and this being his first time with such a beautiful and perfect
married woman, the old beggar couldn't sit still any longer. He quickly put on his clothes, leaned on his cane, and limped to the bathroom door.

Rouxue stood under the showerhead, constantly washing her body with water, tears gently flowing down her
skin.

But the kind-hearted wife felt she couldn't wash away the filth on her body, nor the guilt in her heart.

While repenting, she suddenly heard the old beggar calling, "Sister, sister, are you alright?"

Not knowing how to face the old beggar, she quickly wrapped herself in a towel and leaned against the doorway.

The old beggar, fearing his wife was angry about what had just happened, quickly said from outside the door, "Sister, it
was all my fault, I was wrong, please don't be angry with me."

Rouxue sobbed, "Go away."

This terrified the old beggar, who thought his gentle wife was trying to drive him away.

The old beggar immediately knelt down and started slapping himself repeatedly, sobbing,
"Sister, sister, it's all my fault, slap, it's all my fault, slap, I know I'm unworthy, I'm just a
beggar from the countryside..."

The kind wife was incredibly conflicted, her conscience and ethics constantly questioning her.

What have I done? What should I do? Call the police or tell my husband?

But... who is to blame for all this today? The old beggar? If she hadn't lost her way... would the old beggar have dared to
do this ?

Ah, my head hurts so much, I can't remember what I did after I came back yesterday. While showering, I felt unbearably itchy, like
my whole body was burning dry... Then, what happened... I can't remember. Could it be that I…?
But … I feel so comfortable and relaxed right now… even more comfortable than after being intimate with my husband…

The old beggar is pitiful enough, he saved my life and then crippled me… I can’t blame him for what happened today…

Lost in thought, the wife heard the old beggar slapping himself outside and said irritably, “Stop hitting him.”

The old beggar was startled and immediately stopped crying. The wife choked out, “Stop hitting him, I
don’t blame you… This… let’s not talk about this anymore…”

Hearing his wife say this, the old beggar felt both excited and agitated, and was about to say something when

his wife suddenly interrupted him, saying hurriedly, “Don’t say anything, I want to be alone,
please let me be alone.”

The old beggar wisely got up from the ground, leaned on his cane, and limped back to the guest room.

That night, the kind-hearted Rouxue spent struggling with inner conflict...

That night, I spent leading the fleet to victory after victory...

Chapter Sixteen: The Blow of the Photograph (Part One)

For the next few days, the kind-hearted wife avoided the old beggar and had Sister Zhang stay at the villa
with her every night. She devoted herself entirely to her work, leaving early and returning late. Knowing she still
deeply loved her husband, and having been taught moral ethics since childhood, she
maintained a distance from the old beggar.

Actually, she had considered asking him to leave that night, but her kind heart couldn't bear to think of his
thin, pitiful appearance and his limp, broken leg caused by her
.

The timid old beggar, seeing his wife's deliberate avoidance and no longer seeing her angelic
smile , naturally dared not cause trouble.

At school, the disgusting Wang Gang, because of the previous incident, made Rouxue wary of him and she always avoided
him. Disgusted, Wang Gang dared not force himself on her again. After all, his wife's father was quite powerful and influential, and
he could only secretly admire his wife's tall, sexy figure and angelic face every day.

After his father-in-law's friend found her a job as a boiler operator at a hospital, his wife took the old beggar to that hospital
and helped him settle everything. Although the old beggar didn't want to leave the villa, he knew he had no choice but
to leave.

Even so, his kind wife still felt a little sorry for the old beggar.

During this time, after finishing work during the day, I basically spent my evenings playing online games.

Our team's opponents had recently hired a skilled player to assist them, and after several PK battles, I led my fleet...
I gained the upper hand and routed the enemy fleet. I gave special attention to the enemy's reinforcements

, not for any other reason than their online name, "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue," whose IP address indicated Hangzhou.

After a fierce battle, only "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" remained in the enemy fleet,
stubbornly resisting. "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" was indeed formidable, sinking several of our battleships and heavy cruisers. However, she
was ultimately no match for me. Guided by reconnaissance aircraft, my battleships destroyed "Marry a Wife Like Mu
Rouxue's" main guns and boilers from a distance. Instead of

bombarding her with heavy artillery to send her to the bottom of the sea, I left the sinking to my remaining
frigates and torpedo boats—a perfect opportunity for them to gain experience points.

The battleship "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue," stripped of its power and main guns, resembled a toothless, sick tiger, yet it still
withstood the attacks of the escort ships' small-caliber guns with its heavy armor, retaliating with its secondary guns.

This thing certainly had a spirit of surrender!

Watching our escort ships and torpedo boats besiege the enemy battleship, and seeing the enemy battleship's online name, "Marry a Wife Like
Mu Rouxue," I suddenly felt a strange sensation—it was as if a group of men were besieging their wife!
A strange thrill stirred within me!

Watching
the battleship I seemed to see our wedding night, the beautiful Rouxue trembling nervously beneath me, the last
layer of protection within her tight cavity desperately resisting my scorching cannon fire, finally breached and surrendering to my guns...

After the battle ended, players from both sides gathered in the fleet chat room, discussing the tactical experiences of the past few days,
agreeing on time for the next battle, and the topic unconsciously shifted to "Marry Mu Rouxue." Those

who play naval battle games are all men, and when men gather online, the only things they talk about besides games are women.

"This guy's ship name is so unique..."

"Yeah, Mu Rouxue is such a feminine name..."

someone asked curiously, "Is Mu Rouxue your crush, or something..."

"She's my wife, okay!" the user with the username "Marry Mu Rouxue" replied.

"Pfft—" I spat out a mouthful of water.

"Oh, I see. Is your wife pretty?" someone asked. Beauty is always
a topic .

"100% head-turning rate on the street!" someone with the username "Marry Mu Rouxue" boasted proudly.

Ugh, who is this guy? He dares to impersonate me! But he probably doesn't realize Mu Rouxue is my wife; my ID
is currently in Xinjiang. I have to expose this guy. Wait, Mu is a rare surname, but in a city like Hangzhou, it
's there will be people with the same name…

I shook my head self-deprecatingly. I was genuinely nervous. Watching everyone chat,

the person with the username "Marry Mu Rouxue" seemed to enjoy being fawned over, introducing his wife to the group
members : 175cm tall, 34C teardrop-shaped breasts, curvaceous figure, a former
beauty queen at Zhejiang University, now a teacher at a prestigious university…

Isn't that exactly what my wife is like? Names might be coincidental, but all the characteristics described by "Marry Mu Rouxue"
matched my wife perfectly, making me nervous. Could it be…?

How could this be? I tried hard to shake off the thoughts in my head. My kind wife had always been raised with strict discipline, and I
clearly remembered the intense pleasure of first taking her virginity… I felt a little ridiculous.

This "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" IP address was in Hangzhou, so he seemed to be an admirer of Rouxue,
only able fantasize online. Such a person deserved nothing more!

Thinking this, I felt much better, watching "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue"'s performance in the chat room with a mocking expression,
like watching a laughable clown put on a show.

Everyone is a born actor. In the real world, these men in the chat room were probably all
upright gentlemen. But at this moment, in this virtual world, they had all shed their masks from real life. A group of men chatting
together was like a pack of lecherous wolves.

"Without makeup, is there really a woman as beautiful as you describe?" someone began to question "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue

's" description.

"Yeah, how many women can be this beautiful and have such a great figure?..."

"Brother, are you kidding us?... Haha!"

"Bragging online is free..."

Once one person questioned it, more questions followed. After all,
the description had deeply hurt and damaged the self-esteem of the men in the group. Everyone has a wife or girlfriend,
and every man has the instinct to show off his wife or girlfriend. Now, someone described his wife as a goddess
, and compared to his own woman, the huge difference naturally aroused the jealousy of the other men and damaged
their self-esteem.

"Haha, my wife is even prettier than Fan Bingbing... Haha!"

"No picture, no truth!"

"Marry a wife like Mu Rouxue" was obviously a person with extremely high self-esteem. Being ridiculed like this, he was obviously very
unwilling . Under the provocation of the crowd, he quickly posted a photo of a woman in the bathroom.

This "Marry a wife like Mu Rouxue" was very careful. He used a photo editing app to blur the bathroom background, making it impossible to see
any bathroom features.

The photo was blurry, probably due to the photographer's nervousness and shaky hands. The face was unclear, but the woman,
dazzlingly was half-bent to the side, her round, full buttocks plump and pert. She was taking off her black stockings, a pose that
made her thighs appear long and muscular. She was also wearing a pink bra and a pair of lace panties;
her breasts, supported by a three-quarter cup, appeared quite voluptuous. "Wow, black stockings! So sexy and alluring..." I couldn't help but exclaim,

looking at the photo posted by "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue." My wife's long, white legs would definitely be even more seductive in black stockings, but unfortunately, she always felt she had to be a role model as a teacher and didn't dress too sexily, which was a bit of a shame. "She looks like she needs to be fucked, probably a slut!" I thought maliciously, looking at the photo posted by "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue." "Damn! That skin, that figure, top-notch, definitely a beauty!" Although the photo was blurry and the face unclear, her figure and skin had already aroused the imaginations . "Damn it, the old man likes that ass!" one netizen said crudely and bluntly. "Look at the spine and butt crack, he has a pretty good figure." Another group member seemed to have some appreciation for .

"Damn, those breasts are huge, so round! They'd probably sag terribly without a bra..."

A group of men commented shamelessly. "Marry Mu Rouxue" wasn't angry at all; instead, he
seemed
became increasingly vulgar.

"It would be incredibly pleasurable to fuck her..."

"That position, that big ass...perfect for doggy style!"

"Hey bro, do you have a nude photo? A frontal one? Post it now!" one of the group members pleaded impatiently.

"Who is this? She's so attractive, a real beauty." I finally couldn't help but ask.

"My wife—Mu Rouxue!" When "Marry Mu Rouxue" said this,

everyone gasped in amazement, and my heart skipped a beat.

It couldn't be my wife! Although she looked somewhat like her... impossible! Absolutely impossible! The woman in the photo was
also very fair-skinned and had a great figure, but she was still inferior to my wife! My wife's waist is thinner, and her buttocks are
rounder and perkier! This guy, "Marry Mu Rouxue," somehow found a nude photo of a woman to impersonate my wife
and fantasize ! It seems this guy knows my wife, is secretly in love with her, and since he can't have her, he's
using a similar photo to slander and impersonate her—how despicable!

"Brother, do you have a front view? Hurry up and post one! I can't take it..."

Just looking at this photo of her in underwear, many people couldn't stand it.

Another cropped photo without a head was posted. As I was looking at the men's
comments , my heart skipped a beat.

Oh my god! It's my wife! Although her face isn't shown, I know that body too well!

In the photo, my wife is completely naked, standing under the showerhead, countless water droplets playing happily on her delicate body
, splashing and sliding wildly from her beautiful curves. My wife's body in the water droplets is particularly radiant and indescribable,
like the most alluring female demon in mythology. The wet hair and the dark tuft of hair clinging to
her skin below her abdomen, in stark contrast to the black and white, were an irresistible temptation.

The exaggerated curves of her body, her full breasts, her slender waist that could be encircled by a single hand, her large, rounded
hips contrasting with her waist, her long legs… who else could it be but my wife?

My heart felt heavy, as if a huge stone was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. How could this be? How could this be?

The men in the chat room were instantly aroused, making lewd comments and praising her. No one would have guessed that
the woman's husband in the photo was suffering terribly in this chat room.

"Those breasts, tsk tsk, so big! So round and firm, absolutely top-notch to the touch!" one group member
highly praised his wife's breasts.

"Wow, so big and not sagging… damn, even perky! I can't take it…"

"Big and firm! Perfect for milk cannons…"

"Lush and verdant pubic hair!" someone succinctly praised his wife's pubic hair.

"Her figure is amazing, it's a pity we can't see her face, she must be a beauty." A group member lamented.

"She's definitely a beauty, she must be comfortable in bed!" Some were already fantasizing about
intimate contact with this beautiful teacher.

"Hmm, she has a great figure, athletic! Big breasts, slim waist, round hips, long legs... she's the Western type
! Perfect for masochism, haha!" A man was watching with great interest, fantasizing about his wife.

A wife like this, with her athletic naked body, could further stimulate a man's inherent male possessiveness and aggression.

The comments from the group members were like knives stabbing into my heart, and at this moment I felt like I had the urge to kill someone! Shen Yunxiang, how dare
you just comment, "She looks like she needs to be fucked, probably a slut!" Haha... how
ironic ! Your own wife's body is being watched and lewdly commented on by dozens of men, and you are completely
unaware, even joining in the comments!

It took me a long time to calm down a little from the anger and shame, and I stared blankly at the two photos. In the first photo,
the pose altered Rouxue's figure, and since my wife was wearing underwear and lacked physical features,
her face was obscured, so I didn't immediately recognize her. In the second photo, that familiar, sexy body
made me recognize my wife. Those breasts…

breasts? I suddenly realized the difference! My wife has teardrop-shaped breasts, while the woman in the photo had round breasts.
Although her breasts would swell and round during orgasm, they were clearly not as round as they were in the photo! More importantly,
while the woman in the photo's nipples and areolas were the same color as my wife's, the nipples and areolas were prominently protruding, especially
the areolas… whereas my wife's areolas were a faint, regular ring, as if blended into the breast,
not protruding like that!

It wasn't my wife! I noticed the difference; these details didn't match my wife at all. It couldn't be my wife! I tried to
convince myself that this wasn't her.

Such coincidences happen; her name and figure were so similar to my wife's! Poor me, I never imagined that the reason I convinced myself the photo wasn't my wife was actually her intense reaction under the strong stimulation of

aphrodisiacs ! "Brother, please, please post a full photo!" "Yeah, let us see the beauty's face..." I muttered to myself, hoping for a photo showing her face. I was both worried and hopeful. If it was a photo showing her face and it wasn't my wife, I would be completely relieved. But if... The screen was filled with lewd comments fantasizing about the woman in the photo who looked exactly like my wife. I was so agitated that I tried several times to light a cigarette before finally succeeding. "Please stop adding me as a friend privately. I will not show you any photos of my face..." "Marry Mu Rouxue" said in the chat room. A chorus of sighs of regret filled the chat room. Some said it was a pity they couldn't see her face, missing out on a lot of fun, and asked if "Marry Mu Rouxue's" wife was beautiful. "Marry Mu Rouxue" replied smugly, "She could be considered beautiful." This kind of Chinese-style modesty was customary; everyone understood that this well-built, naked woman was a very beautiful woman. Yes, I need to add her as a friend and ask. Otherwise, I can't calm down. I have to find out! But he wouldn't add me as a friend , so I had an idea. In the friend request description, I typed, "I'm Mu Rouxue, an alumna of Zhejiang University. Is it really her?" A little while later, "Marry Mu Rouxue" added me as a friend and sent me a string of questions: "Are you in Xinjiang? Are you from Zhejiang University? Have you met my wife?... "

"Yeah, I was a senior then, and Mu Rouxue was a freshman. She was the campus beauty, everyone knew her... Is the photo really her?"

I was eager to get an answer.

"Aren't you her classmate? How come you don't recognize her..."

"Ugh, I've never seen her body, how would I know if the photo is her!" I forced down my excitement and lied to him.

"How can you prove you're Rouxue's classmate?"

I selected an old photo of my wife from my laptop. It was a photo she copied to my
laptop . It was taken during her university sports meet. In the photo, Rouxue was wearing a
tracksuit, warming up on the track. Her fair arms, thighs, and beautiful smile stood out against
the backdrop of several plain-looking girls around her, and her youthful curves were full of vitality.

After hesitating for a moment, I still copied the photo and sent it to her.

"It was a candid photo I took from a distance..." I explained.

"Haha, what a small world! I actually ran into one of my wife's secret admirers here..."

"These two photos are ones you downloaded from the internet, just to fool everyone, right?... Who would show their wife's
nude photos to strangers!" I deliberately provoked "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue."

"Haha, I like seeing other men comment on my wife's body... What? Don't understand... Haha, I
also like other men sleeping with my wife..." He

's practically insane!

"I bet you're also an admirer of Mu Rouxue... If you can't have her, you use photos from the internet to fool
everyone ! Do you have any photos of her in person?" I deliberately provoked him.

"Haha, I don't? My wife posed for my camera, unlike you,
who can't just hide and take pictures from a distance..."

"Boss, post a photo showing her face! So no one won't believe it!" A group member shouted in the chat room.

Only then did I realize that "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" hadn't set up private chat; his words were displayed on the
public chat screen.

"Okay, today I'll make an exception and post a photo of my wife, Mu Rouxue, showing her face, so no one will say I'm fantasizing!"

A photo then appeared on the screen!

Chapter Seventeen: The Impact of the Photo (Part Two)

The woman in the photo is undoubtedly my wife, Rouxue!

A photo I've never seen before!

A photo of my wife in a swimsuit! A photo of her posing and smiling at the camera, clearly not a candid shot!

In the photo, my wife is wearing a somewhat conservative, ordinary one-piece swimsuit. The light blue color of the swimsuit is
striking , highlighting her snow-white skin. Her hair is styled in a bun, and her proportions and curves are well-proportioned. Her beautiful face and
the equally striking, exaggeratedly prominent lines of her breasts are also noteworthy.

At the U-shaped neckline of her swimsuit, two hemispheres reveal a rounded arc, converging to create a cleavage
. The prominent breasts exude an unstoppable explosive power. The padding on my wife's swimsuit appears relatively
thin, and one can almost see the outline of her nipples.

Looking at his wife's simply wrapped body on the screen, every man felt an urge to
tear that piece of polyester fabric to shreds.

"Wow! A goddess! She's an angel..."

"Brother, is your wife a model? She's so beautiful!"

"I can't resist! I want to masturbate to her!"

"Damn, she's so beautiful even without makeup! I'm so jealous..."

"Nosebleed!"

My mind was a complete blank, my head spinning. From the photos, it was clear my wife was
posing . She looked mature and sexy, a far cry from her innocent self before marriage; it was obviously
taken after our wedding. My wife is very composed; even when she goes out with female colleagues after marriage, she tells me. Why don't I
know which time my wife went swimming?

Who is this man? How does he have my wife's sexy swimsuit photos? And those two bathroom
photos , are they really my wife? But the nipples and areolas in the second photo don't match! What's going on?
What's happening?

My head started throbbing. I pounded my head, unable to understand the connection.

Just as I was racking my brains, and "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" was feeling smug, someone's words startled us both.

"Oh my god, isn't that the Chinese female soldier...? It scared me, she really looks like..." It was our team
's "Torpedo Boat from Beibu Gulf" who spoke.

"Looks like who!?" "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" and I typed this almost simultaneously.

"No, nothing... I misread it, logging off, bye!" After saying that, "Torpedo Boat from Beibu Gulf" went
offline .

Everyone was immersed in fantasizing about Rouxue's swimsuit photos, and almost no one paid attention to "Torpedo Boat from Beibu Gulf's" impersonation
. Except for me, because I knew that "Torpedo Boat from Beibu Gulf" was a very simple and honest young man, a
Vietnamese exchange student and a Chinese. We met in the fleet. His game skills were very low, and when we went out to battle, no one wanted to cooperate with him. Only I, out of pity, always took him along, protecting his little boat in battle, and letting him reap the rewards of victory
in the end . Therefore, we got along very well, and knowing that he was Chinese, we had a very good relationship. But I didn't have time to ask him what he meant by his earlier comment, "Oh my god, isn't that the Chinese female soldier...? It scared me, she really looks like... " The photo posted by "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" was driving me crazy. The atmosphere in the chat room was electric, and "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" was especially excited. Men who were usually well-dressed had all turned into lecherous wolves, shouting in unison, "Post sex photos!" Amid my worries, a photo that enraged me was posted by "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue." In the photo, my wife was straddling a man, completely naked, her smooth, white body resembling a finely crafted white jade cello—indescribably beautiful and elegant. The photo captured the moment my wife had just reached the highest point from being on top of the man, the slightly dark shaft of his penis standing out prominently between her parted, snow-white legs, the tip of which was inserted into the black tuft of hair between her thighs! In the photo, the wife's eyes are tightly closed, her mouth wide open, making it impossible to tell whether she's gasping for breath or moaning. Her beautiful long hair flows freely, frozen in the image. Her large, teardrop-shaped breasts sway with the rise and fall of her body , one bobbing upwards and the other downwards. Small movements would only cause both breasts to bounce up and down simultaneously; only a frantic, twisting motion would create such different frequencies of movement. The two teardrop-shaped breasts...

The woman in the photo appeared incredibly voluptuous and imposing, so much so that her not-so-broad chest seemed unable to contain it, overflowing
and swaying wildly to the sides. Those pink nipples, those small areolas… it was undoubtedly Rouxue!

In the photo, my wife stood atop the man like a struggling white horse.

"Why? Why did you betray me!" Every cell in my body began to explode, my
blood began to burn. A sharp pain shot through my chest; I pressed my left hand desperately to my chest, my whole body trembling.

The screen was filled with the men's vulgarities.

"Wow, they're already at it this early!"

"Like Guanyin sitting on a lotus, so sexy!"

"I love this position, with her flowing hair."

"Damn! That slender waist and plump buttocks, it would be even better sitting on me!"

"And connected to the big boss, so good."

"To have done it just once, I'd die happy!"

"Thump—" I slammed my fist on the table, I had a murderous urge! I wanted to
kill the man who slept with my wife! I stared fiercely at the man in the photo, as if staring long enough would allow me to recognize this
bastard . Unfortunately, only part of the man's body was visible in the photo.

"Damn it! This bastard! Taking pictures of
me without my consent!" I

zoomed in on the photo and suddenly noticed three small black moles on one side of the man's buttocks, forming a triangle. Damn it, isn't that me? Sure enough, upon closer inspection, the small portion of the background visible in the photo was my bedroom.

I remembered, it was the morning before my business trip, watching my mother-in-law's interview program, which aroused me greatly.
I pulled my wife over; the window was open, the curtains were open! My wife was yelling, "Honey, close the curtains
! Someone will see us..." I turned my head to look out the window, wondering if
someone could see the erotic scene unfolding in this room? Would they see this beautiful body lost in ecstasy
, rising and falling? Would they recognize this enchanting slut as the most elegant and outstanding female
teacher at the city's No. 1 High School?

I never imagined that someone across the street would actually be peeping and taking pictures!肯定是这个「娶妻当娶慕柔
雪」混蛋！

我后悔那天清楚的孟浪，更恨这个偷拍的混蛋，竟然还冒充柔雪是他妻子，
并将这偷拍照片发出来！我一定要揪出这个混蛋！

此刻我恨的牙痒痒，只想怎么才能找到这家伙，狠狠揍他一顿！

在众色狼的强烈的乞求下，「娶妻当娶慕柔雪」又发了一张让我彻底崩溃的
照片！

照片中，妻子像狗一样趴着，上半身失去了支撑完全爬到了床上，浑圆的屁
股高高的挺起，难以想象她的身体有如此的柔韧度。那雪白的丰臀，像去壳的鸡
蛋一样的嫩滑。下垂的那对丰满的水滴乳房被压在床铺上，被挤成了圆饼状，丰
腻的乳肉扁扁的从身体和床垫间挤出来。

The wife's face was buried in the soft sheets, her long, disheveled black hair falling over her face and upper body.
Through the hair, one could see her flushed, alluring face, her brows furrowed in a pitiful frown, her mouth open,
her eyes glazed and unfocused, her expression utterly lewd.

No wonder she looked so pitiful with her furrowed brow;
the position in the photo, with her upper body pressed tightly against the bed and her buttocks raised high, would be uncomfortable for any woman, especially since her snow-white buttocks were now bright red, clearly from
being slapped by a man!

No wonder she looked so lewd and her eyes so glazed; the photo
clearly showed their intertwined organs, her vulva penetrated by a thick, dark penis, her delicate labia already
bloodshot . The photo froze at the moment the penis reached its deepest point, most of her delicate labia being pulled inside by it.
The photo clearly showed slippery fluid seeping from the opening of their bodies.

Both of them were covered in sweat, their skin glistening. Behind the wife's high, protruding buttocks in the photo was a gaunt,
dark-skinned man; only his chest and below were visible. From his wrinkled skin, it was clear he was an old man!
A disgusting old man! The old man's withered, dark hands were forcefully pulling the wife's hips backward, trying to force his disgusting
penis into her body!

I could no longer explain this as a voyeuristic act. Who was this old man? How could my wife be so engrossed in this disgusting old
man ?

My emotions, which had just begun to recover, collapsed again!

"Wow, old man pushing a cart!"

"Great figure, makes me want to fuck!"

"So deep, so good."

"That ass, damn, it'd be top-notch to push!"

"Hey boss, why did the person change? Which one is the boss? Who's this skinny guy?"

"Haha, a friend of mine!" The bastard called "Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" laughed, "
Sharing happiness , sharing a wife... haha."

"Wow, I'm so envious!"

"Please add me as a friend, boss!"

"Let me get close to the goddess too! My... my wife... boss, you can use her freely!"

"Yes, yes! I'm willing too, please grant my wish..."

"Marry a Wife Like Mu Rouxue" laughed and went offline, leaving behind a group of excited perverts.

I'm devastated, I feel like I've been plunged into an ice cellar. Impossible, absolutely impossible. I must
have seen wrong , yes, I must have seen wrong, my wife is so pure and holy... no, no way!

The fourth photo was a candid shot of me and Rouxue, but how do I explain this fifth photo? Who is that dark, thin old man
?

Two days have passed. I haven't eaten, drunk, or gone to work. I've just sat in front of the computer, giving myself a thousand
reasons not to believe it, not even to care. But I can't. My wife is so important to me.
For over a year, she's been my everything, my entire life. And now…

no, it's not like that…

Is that my wife in the fifth picture? She looks so much like her, but… but that extremely lewd expression is something my
pure and innocent wife could never have!

Yes, it's not my wife! Isn't the woman in the second picture almost identical to my wife in body? But those
prominent areolas and nipples are definitely different from my wife's!

Yes, it's not my wife! The woman in the fifth picture is the same woman in the second picture! She just
happens to look like my wife, and that bastard used her to impersonate her!

That must be it! That guy mixed my wife's swimsuit photo with the photos he secretly took of us and other photos.
They've gotten together, even fooling me into thinking it's the same person!

It must be like that! It's just that one woman looks like my wife!

My kind and conservative wife would never do anything to betray me!

The thought of someone impersonating my wife made me feel a little better. Only then did I realize I was hungry; I hadn't eaten for two days
. I realized I could barely stand; I'd been sitting in front of the computer for two days straight!

I slowly and carefully massaged my legs to get the blood flowing.

"Hey bro, have you been online these past two days? AFK?" It was "Torpedo Boat from the Beibu Gulf" appearing
in the chat room.

I then realized that there were only the two of us in the fleet chat room; I was the only one online these past two days.

"You little brat! Explain yourself clearly… private message me!" I remembered the strange thing "
Torpedo Boat he saw my wife's swimsuit photo.

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