Wan Tong

It was past ten o'clock at night when Peng Wantong sat silently on the messy living room sofa. A bowl of instant noodles lay untouched on the dining table, and a white flower adorned her hair. Her expression was one of terrifying solemnity and sorrow. Her husband, Gan Guochang, had died in a traffic accident half a month ago! His funeral had just been held, yet the widow was tormented every night by endless nightmares. Guochang would appear before her, silent, coldly staring at her. She looked up at their wedding photo on the wall; his cold gaze, just like in her dreams, was like two sharp knives piercing her heart. That night, half a month after their return from America, Wantong and her husband had reconciled, gone to see a movie together, and drunk alcohol. Guochang drove home, crashing into a lamppost, then plunging down a hillside and catching fire. Her husband was severely injured and burned to death, while she managed to escape the car. But then, Guochang reappeared in her mind, superimposed on her wedding photo, coldly staring at her, as if uttering a series of "why" questions. She felt a chill and muttered to herself, "Why? Why?" Two years ago, she and her husband immigrated to the United States, thinking one could become a doctor and the other a nurse. But the environment changed; Guochang ended up doing odd jobs, and she had to wash dishes. The couple blamed each other; her husband was unpredictable and had even physically assaulted her two or three times. Wantong returned to Hong Kong alone, filled with resentment, and ran into her ex-boyfriend, Zhou Song. Zhou Song had just divorced, and she stayed in his guest room. That night, they drank beer together, confided in each other, and sympathized with each other's plight. As the alcohol seeped into her body, her face flushed like the sunset, and she became more carefree, letting the beer soak her chest and her alluring breasts stand out even more. As she closed her eyes with a bold smile, she felt her top being pulled up. Opening her eyes, she saw Zhou Song forcefully stripping off her clothes, his hands gripping her firm, full breasts tightly. She screamed, seeing that he was already naked, his hard penis pointing upwards like an anti-aircraft gun. She was filled with fear, unease, timidity, and shame. "You…I…" She wanted to say, "Don't do this, I already have a husband," but only managed to utter two words. Because Zhou Song was so fast, he quickly stripped her naked, lifted one of her legs, pressed her onto the sofa, and forcefully kneaded her breasts, causing her to cry out in pain. He then kissed her lower body passionately, his tongue rubbing against her vulva. She couldn't struggle, couldn't hit him, and couldn't bite him. "No!" she screamed, but Zhou Song had already taken her. The moment he penetrated her, Wantong felt only guilt towards her husband. She tried to struggle and resist, but as his fiery penis plunged deeper, touching her clitoris, her face burned with a scorching heat. Was it the pain of Guochang's blows to her face, or the shame of their illicit affair? She didn't know. She simply clung to him, tearing at each other like wild animals, howling and screaming. When they were both drenched in sweat, she reached her climax. She moaned, but he pulled out a pubic hair, making her scream like a pig being slaughtered. Then he ejaculated, and she resumed moaning as before. After that affair, Wantong returned to America and forgave her husband's brutality. Guochang stopped hitting her, but a mocking smile often played on his lips. When the car rolled down the hillside and caught fire, she climbed out. Her severely injured husband, unable to speak, watched her coldly. In that instant, she seemed to understand the meaning behind his gaze. He already knew his wife was having an affair. Was this a dream, a drunken confession, or a message from her strange behavior? She thought: she had already cheated on him; since she no longer accepted her husband, why risk her life to save him? If she had simply opened the driver's side door, unbuckled his seatbelt, and pulled him out of the car, her husband wouldn't have died. But she didn't. Was it the shame of her affair that made her not want to see her husband again? It was 11 p.m. when the doorbell rang. It was Li Zhixin, Wan Tong's male classmate from university. He comforted her, saying that the dead cannot be brought back to life and that she shouldn't be too sad. However, she clearly felt that this was just superficial diplomacy. His sinister gaze pierced her heart, as if he knew her hidden secrets, and his threatening words grew ever stronger. Wan Tong lit a cigarette, crossed her legs, and looked like a prostitute who had willingly fallen into depravity. She angrily preemptively declared, "He's dead, and I'm not sad at all! He was the one who talked about immigrating, he was the one who brought bad luck, he was the one who hit me, and he was the one who took the first step and fooled around with foreign girls!" Li Zhixin looked curiously at this hysterical young woman and asked, "He was with a foreign girl? How did you know?" "He told me one time when he was drunk. That foreign girl was only twenty years old." Wan Tong recounted her husband's drunken confession: that foreign girl was http://che2659.Six college students, who had asked me for directions and later borrowed money, came to my house. She was only wearing shorts and a tank top. As we entered, she swayed her hips, glancing at my groin, then looked back at my erect penis and laughed. Her boldness shocked me; she forcefully removed her tank top, swaying her large white breasts as she approached me, forcibly removing my pants. She grabbed my penis and pulled me into the room. I eagerly pulled off her shorts, forcefully grabbing her large breasts and digging into her vagina with my fingers. She let out a series of strange cries… She pushed me away, then started a wild, twisting dance, her hips flailing wildly like drums, her long golden hair flying like a madwoman. She positioned herself on the bed in a Japanese-style kneeling position, legs spread wide, leaning back with her hands pressed against the bed, her pink thighs gleaming white, her 38-inch breasts towering like two dormant volcanoes. I knelt between her legs, my penis rubbing forcefully against her vulva, causing her to moan and release her juices. As her body convulsed, I thrust in with all my might, taking her completely, grabbing three-quarters of each breast with my bare hands, using the momentum to pump and thrust wildly. The "ghost girl" laughed and screamed, her moans sounding like a female ghost crying out for justice. Gradually, her legs went from trembling to convulsing, as if in excruciating pain. Losing her grip, she lay back, her legs stretched out like a corpse. The moans excited her immensely, the convulsions caused her immense agony; she tried to turn left and right, but I held her firmly down, unable to move. The "ghost girl" screamed for help, while I bit her large breasts and ejaculated into her. The "ghost girl" excitedly hugged me tightly, sucking incessantly on my nipples. Wan Tong recounted her late husband Gan Guochang's affair with an American girl, still seething with anger as she spoke... "How shameless! He did that kind of thing and yet he shamelessly boasted about it in front of me. So, I hated him. During that traffic accident, I escaped the car with my handbag, which contained a cell phone. If I had called 999 immediately, the fire truck and ambulance would have arrived within five minutes, and perhaps Guochang wouldn't have died. But I didn't! Why? Because I was so scared, and also so angry. It was as if the lewd laughter of a ghost suddenly appeared, so jarring! I didn't kill him with my own hands, but I watched his demise!" Her chest heaved with emotion, as if it would burst from her clothes. She looked at her deceased husband's portrait on the wall, filled with fear. Her heart was very weak, and she needed a man's comfort. She hoped Li Zhixin would say to her, "This isn't your fault. You escaped death at that time, and as a woman, you must have been terrified and your mind was in chaos. How could you have thought of calling?" Wantong looked at him with pleading eyes, and suddenly realized with surprise that the buttons of her shirt had been undone, and her devilishly alluring breasts bounced out, trembling firmly. "What...are you doing?" She tried to button her clothes back up in surprise, but he had already captured her breasts, holding one in each hand. She struggled and glared at him, but when their eyes met, his gaze felt like a scalpel, piercing her body and expressing his suspicion. He seemed to be saying, "Even strangers would help in a car accident, but you let your husband burn alive without offering any assistance. You're so cold-blooded!" She was horrified and filled with guilt. But his complex gaze only showed his suspicion; how much he still believed in her helplessness at the time? How could she expect him to believe her absolutely? She had no way of knowing. Li Zhixin let go, picked her up, carried her into the room, placed her on the bed, undressed her, and then undressed himself. Her wedding photo also hung in the room. Lying on her back on the bed, she felt her deceased husband's cold gaze and Li Zhixin's cunning smile. She faced double pressure. When she felt something strange in her lower body, her deceased husband seemed to suddenly step out of the photo and stand in front of the bed, angrily cursing her as a harlot who had killed her husband and cheated on her! She realized Li Zhixin's penis was about to enter her, and she struggled frantically. But when she got up, he grabbed her hair and shoved it between his legs, his penis thrusting forcefully into her mouth. Wan Tong's hatred and resistance towards her deceased husband suddenly changed her mind, allowing him to humiliate her. Since Guo Chang thought she was depraved, then let it be thorough! She sucked on his penis vigorously, her firm and hot breasts pressing against his thighs, immediately giving him the urge to ejaculate, but she immediately spat out his penis and slid down to the ground, her upper body still lying on the bed. Li Zhixin endured for a while, then got out of bed. Wan Tong ignored her, only maliciously staring at the wedding photo and her deceased husband's portrait on the wall, sneering as if to say, "Now that you're dead, you have no right to interfere with my freedom! Haha! I'll make love to another man for you to see!" She felt no lust, only hatred, even forgetting Li Zhixin's existence. He stood behind her, lifting her plump buttocks, slowly inserting his penis into her vagina, forcefully thrusting in and out. But Wan Tong was unmoved. She looked at a large mirror on the bedside table, her reflection showing her covered in sweat, her hair wet. Her strong breasts bounced wildly, and she only maliciously talked to her deceased husband's portrait, as if to say, "I've seduced a man, you're furious!" Li Zhixin whispered in her ear, "Your husband is having sex with a foreign woman in bed, you can't let a foreign woman be more seductive than you!" Wan Dan really seemed to see her deceased husband, Guo Chang, having an affair with a foreign woman in bed, and the fire of jealousy burned within her, while he grabbed her waist with both hands, instantly arousing her. Her upper body writhed like a snake swimming in water, and under his forceful grip, she shook wildly, her large white breasts heaving like gusts of wind causing countless fruits to fall from a tree. She gasped and cried out, her heavy, hanging breasts glistening with water droplets, which, under his grasp, took various shapes, the droplets turning into juice, as if gushing out milk. Because they were so slippery, the breasts he held slipped away. Wan Tong let out a sigh-like groan. Li Zhixin thrust into her at a high speed of three or four times per second, causing her to cry out like a sobbing moan, her mouth agape as she gasped for breath like a ravenous dog. As he thrust, his hands gripped her waist and groped her breasts, while she cried out repeatedly, "Oh! I'm dying! You, you can't be so rough!" At this moment, her whole body trembled and convulsed in spasms, collapsing onto the bed in a state of extreme ecstasy and excruciating spasms. He pulled her onto the bed, making her lie on top of him, his penis automatically sliding into her vagina, ejaculating into her. He kissed her passionately, squeezing her breasts forcefully, even biting her nipples. Wan Tong lay there, letting him do as he pleased, panting on top of him. As the painful spasms gradually subsided, her ashen face flushed, and she smiled wickedly, savoring the afterglow of pleasure. When Li Zhixin fell asleep, exhausted, Wan Tong couldn't sleep. She got up and lit a cigarette. She didn't understand why she had made love to him. Was it a manifestation of her lust, lingering resentment towards her deceased husband, or the emptiness and chaos within her heart? She looked around anxiously, her gaze eventually settling on a twenty-inch wedding photo on the wall. Her husband, Guo Chang, stared at her resentfully, sending a chill down her spine. Peng Wan Tong looked at her naked body and the sleeping man on the bed, muttering to herself, "You've fallen!" With a mixture of laughter and tears on her face, she took a drag of her cigarette and maliciously blew the smoke towards the photograph. Suddenly, something strange happened. Gan Guochang stepped out of the photograph and sat down in front of her. A terrifying and mysterious shock rendered her speechless and unable to move. On the other hand, a death battle instilled in her fearlessness and composure. The couple's eyes clashed. He finally spoke: "The most poisonous heart is a woman's. You kill without a knife, without lifting a finger. It's too clever, but also too shameful!" Wan Tong, like a prostitute who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, her snow-white and alluring breasts particularly lewd, exhaled smoke ring after smoke ring, her small mouth pouting as she said: "You said I killed you in that car accident! Who was driving the car? You! Who crashed the car? You too! As for me, why didn't I loosen your seatbelt and pull you out of the car? Why didn't I call for help? I was already too frightened, and besides, I'm a woman!" "People can use superpowers when facing life and death. A weak woman in a fire can move a wardrobe heavier than herself to save her son. But you! You didn't! Because you no longer love me! There's one more thing that proves you premeditatedly murdered me!" "I premeditatedly murdered you!" She laughed wildly, the cigarette butt falling and burning her chest. Her two large white breasts struggled like monsters, making her feel guilty and ashamed, as if she were a harlot. "That night, after we made love, we went to see a movie and then went drinking. You knew I had been drinking, yet you didn't stop me from driving, clearly waiting for an accident to happen, cursing my death!" Wan Tong's heart pounded wildly, and she fell into deep thought. That night, her husband begged her to forgive his affair with the foreign woman, saying he wouldn't hold it against her for cheating on him. He hoped they could both forget the past and start anew. His sincerity did indeed move her, so much so that when Guo Chang frantically stripped her naked, she no longer felt disgusted, but rather a little excited. She gripped his penis tightly, its immense heat, length, and hardness causing a wicked smile to appear on her lips. Her whole body was burning with heat, exploding with a twisted, painful yet excited laugh. Her large breasts bounced wildly like a wronged woman having a secret pleasure. His sharp spear instantly conquered her, thrusting vigorously, and she closed her eyes to receive his passionate kiss. They both fell onto the bed, and Guo Chang ejaculated just as she was beginning to experience a slight pleasure. Her nails dug into his buttocks, her hips swaying as if bitten by a snake, and an orgasm quickly followed. She moaned uncontrollably, biting his shoulder, while her husband simultaneously gripped her large breasts. They entered a state of perfect harmony, indistinguishable from one another! This was her second spring. She and her husband went to see a...A tragic tale of art and literature: the male protagonist is seduced by a beautiful woman and betrays his wife. Although she forgives him, he dies in a drunken car accident, falling off a cliff out of guilt. Guochang and his wife both cry, then smile at each other, their past grievances forgotten. They go to a bar, where a voluptuous blonde woman, slightly drunk, flirts with Guochang. He takes his wife's hand and says, "No beauty in the world can seduce me!" Late at night, the husband prepares to take her home. Half-drunk, Wantong tries to stop Guochang from driving, but a hallucination arises: Guochang and the foreign woman are having an affair in the car. The male protagonist's infidelity is on full display; in the bar, the blonde woman's ample bosom spills out of her clothes, and Guochang even sucks on her breasts. "Wantong, should we take a taxi, or should I drive?" Guochang asks. "You drive, I trust you!" she replies, her voice tinged with alcohol. Then, the car crashes, catches fire, and the husband is burned alive. By this point in Wantong's memory, Gan Guochang has vanished. He returned to their wedding photo, staring at her with resentment. She looked at Li Zhixin on the bed, and at her own naked body. Looking at the tears on her large breasts, she gazed at the stars in the sky outside the window and asked, "Am I really the murderer of my husband?" [The End]

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