Night Lotus Act II

The second act of Night Lotus

happened so suddenly that I was completely caught off guard. The car rolled down the hillside for more than ten feet before being stopped by trees, preventing it from falling further or exploding—a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. The cars behind us, seeing our accident, called the police, and people from several vehicles helped get our family of four up to the hospital for emergency treatment.

I was the luckiest; for some reason, I only suffered minor abrasions to my hands and feet and a head injury, otherwise, I was unharmed. Meiyue was ejected from the car, suffering a concussion and four broken ribs. After emergency treatment, she is out of danger but will need to be hospitalized for observation for a few days. Xiaotong wasn't so lucky; the impact of the fall almost broke his spine, and if his recovery isn't good, he'll likely be wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life. My husband is in the worst shape; since being taken out of the operating room, he hasn't regained consciousness and is entirely dependent on life support. The doctors say his condition is very serious, and the worst-case scenario is that he might become a vegetable.

One piece of bad news after another reached my ears, almost completely crushing me. Just half a day ago, my family was peacefully enjoying the flowers on a picnic. How could things have turned into such a tragedy in the blink of an eye? I prayed silently to all the gods and Buddhas, to the ancestors of my husband's family. We are a family that has always done good deeds; we have never committed any evil. Please don't let such terrible misfortune befall my family.

I still remember the scene of the accident very clearly. It looked like a straight road, so why did we veer off the road? But the drivers of the cars behind us all said in unison that it was clearly a sharp bend, yet we ignored it and sped off. The bizarre situation was inexplicable and incomprehensible to me, and I felt a deep sense of fear.

At that moment, the words of Master Maitreya from that day kept echoing in my mind. I subconsciously touched my stomach. Could these things be related to the child I'm carrying? Like that person said, there's something wrong with the child… I shook my head, trying to banish this absurd thought

from my mind. I am an educated intellectual; how could I believe such absurd feudal talk and doubt an unborn child? How could I be qualified to be a mother? The next two months were filled with gloom and despair.

Meiyue had returned to school, but couldn't engage in any strenuous activity. Xiaotong regained consciousness and found herself unable to move her lower body. She cried and screamed, but soon developed a high fever, fluctuating between delirium and wakefulness. The doctor couldn't diagnose her, and she had no choice but to suspend her studies.

My husband, however, remained unconscious. Without his management, the already loss-making factory became even more leaderless and couldn't sustain itself. I entrusted the factory's operations entirely to several managers, telling them to shut it down if necessary. Although I felt bad for some long-time employees, our family simply didn't have the energy to manage the factory now.

At my own workplace, news of the family's troubles spread rapidly. Because of Master Maitreya's earlier words, my colleagues were gossiping behind my back. I originally worked here purely out of interest; the salary wasn't a problem. Now, to take care of my family, I quit my job, brought my husband home, and hired a special nurse to look after him. The factory in Ankeng ultimately couldn't hold on.

Because my husband and Xiaotong's illnesses were costing so much money, we didn't have enough cash on hand. To pay a generous severance package, I had to sign off on selling the factory land. Time was too short; those gangsters made tens of millions. I couldn't care less about that now; I just hoped that while we treated others well, God would also be kind to our family. This huge house, once filled with laughter and life, has become so desolate and cold. All four of us are still at home, but we can no longer find the joy to laugh.

Meiyue is very sensible; she's always been there to support me and help take care of her father and younger brother. It's truly heartbreaking for a 14-year-old girl. Xiaotong is still in a state of semi-consciousness. His illness was strange; the doctors couldn't pinpoint the cause. Every two or three days, he would inexplicably develop a high fever, become delirious, and fall into a coma for an entire day. When he was lucid, he was unusually silent, practicing using his wheelchair on his own. It was clear he didn't want to cause us any more distress, even though he often fell off the wheelchair and injured his hands in the wheels, he still smiled at us.

A few nights, I got up to get a drink of water and saw Meiyue and Xiaotong crying together; the sight almost broke my heart. As a mother, I couldn't cry in front of them. If even I, an adult, panicked, how much more bewildered would they, at such a young age, be?

The series of blows even made the tap water at home tasteless. I drank it for a whole week straight, then suddenly stopped. I felt completely lost, disoriented, and utterly listless. Sometimes, I had splitting headaches, and I often heard strange noises. Even though I was alone at home, I would hear footsteps and laughter upstairs. When I ran up, there was no one there. Meiyue said I must be too tired and advised me to rest and not overwork myself. I probably really am exhausted, both physically and mentally.

In the past, with my husband around, his broad shoulders always bore everything for me. Now it's my turn to support this family, and after so long, I'm truly worn out. The doctor said the chances of my husband waking up are almost a miracle, and also hinted that the new bill has been passed, and if I wanted, I could sign to stop the life support system and not waste any more money. I absolutely refuse. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'll wait, ten years or twenty years, it doesn't matter. My children also support my decision.

Lately, I often sit by the bed, holding my husband's limp hand, placing it on my belly, feeling the movements of his own flesh and blood. I'm four months pregnant now, and my belly is noticeably protruding. Because of this baby inside me, I keep telling myself to be strong. I spoke to my husband, but he didn't respond. I always felt he could hear me, and I longed for the day he would wake up again and embrace me with his strong hands, just like before.

"Goodnight, husband."

I kissed my beloved husband's cheek, wiped away my tears, and went to the other single bed in the room, tossing and turning until I fell asleep.

"Ah Lian, wake up, wake up!"

In my dream, it seemed like someone was calling my name. The voice was so familiar. I opened my eyes groggily and saw my husband standing by the bed, pulling back the covers from me. One hand was already skillfully placed on my thigh, slowly moving upwards.

"Husband... I missed you so much..."

"Shh... Don't say anything, or you'll wake up."

My husband's hand rested on my shoulder, and he began to remove my milky white silk nightgown. I murmured softly, shaking my shoulders, letting my husband remove the covering. Two thin straps slowly slid open, the soft silk brushing against my skin, revealing a pair of full, round breasts without a bra. The robe slipped down to my waist, and in the dark room, my jade-like skin seemed to be the only source of light, radiating a soft, pearly luster.

My husband's clothes had somehow completely disappeared, revealing not his current shrunken, flabby body, but his once incredibly strong muscles. He got into bed and slowly covered me, his dark skin pressing against my snow-white flesh, a vivid visual stimulus.

"Ah! Husband, husband, I miss you so much, I think about you every day..." In my husband's strong chest, I couldn't help but writhe, tears streaming down my face.

Feeling his intense masculine scent and the heat of his chest muscles, all the sorrow that had been building up in my chest melted into tears, flowing like melting snow. The robe was pulled up to my waist, and my husband looked at my round belly, murmuring a few words thoughtfully. His voice was very soft, I couldn't hear him clearly. Perhaps it was out of consideration for me! Throughout, his caressing hands remained far from my lower abdomen.

"Ah Lian, your breasts are getting fuller and fuller, let me feel them..."

My husband stretched out his large, rough hands and caressed my full, firm breasts.

"Ah, no..."

I lowered my fair face shyly, my pitiful appearance only further arousing my husband's lust.

"Wonderful...the feel is so good...I've never touched such big, soft breasts before..."

A pair of large, masculine hands pressed against my soft breasts, kneading them vigorously.

"Ah, no... ah..."

"It's so wonderful... I've wanted to play with your beautiful breasts like this for so long... oh..."

His voice was filled with excitement as he lifted my breasts forcefully one moment and gently tapped my nipples the next.

"Ah, so annoying... you're so horny, husband... ah..."

Unlike his usual gentle style, his slightly rough caresses made me close my eyes in pleasure, thoroughly enjoying them.

"If you're not horny, how can you call yourself my husband...?"

"Ah... be gentle... my breasts are about to burst... ah... a little less force... um... the milk will come out..."

For two months since the accident, I hadn't had any sex. At this moment, even if it was just a dream, it didn't matter; my husband's teasing had undoubtedly completely aroused my long-accumulated sexual desire. I stretched out my snow-white neck, my lips uttering lewd words. My husband's hairy hands, kneading my left breast and caressing my right, made my lower body writhe with unbearable itch.

"Ah Lian, is your lower body very itchy? Let me help you relieve the itch!"

After having his fill of my breasts, my husband's hands impatiently moved down, trying to spread my legs into a U-shape.

"Ah! No... I'm so embarrassed..."

I shyly squeezed my legs together to maintain my composure. However, my husband's hands did not let go, continuing to roam over my tightly closed thighs and vigorously rubbing my genitals. "Ah Lian, your little hole is already so wet... New juices are still leaking from deep inside..." A lewd smile appeared on my husband's short stubble.

"Ah, it itches so much... You're so naughty..."

I stretched out my snow-white neck, completely intoxicated by the sensation.

"Ah, this is your little clitoris, isn't it..."

"Ah, gently... um... my pussy is so itchy... ahh..."

Taking advantage of my numbness, my husband effortlessly spread my legs apart.

"Ah Lian, let's become one, husband and wife..."

My husband held his penis and brought it closer to my crotch. The size seemed thicker and larger than before, covered with bluish-purple veins, like a weapon approaching my buttocks.

"Ahhh... this is terrifying... it's the first time..."

When my husband held his penis with his right hand and used the glans to find the entrance, I couldn't help but cry out in fear. The glans touched my pubic hair, and my husband's buttocks slowly moved forward, so that the glans slightly sank into the hot, wet area of my vagina. Suddenly, the familiar sharp pain spread from my slightly protruding lower abdomen, making me cry out in pain.

But the scream of pain was immediately drowned out by a thunderous roar. I slightly opened my eyes, my blood almost freezing. The person on top of me wasn't my husband, not the man I knew, and shouldn't even be called human.

Disheveled hair, a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face, two gigantic white horns sprouting from his forehead, fist-sized eyes slowly turning into squares, a body covered in a layer of brush-like gray-black hair, limbs gradually increasing in proportion, transforming into a deformed skeleton like an arthropod—it looked…like a giant human-faced spider.

It flicked out a red tongue over two feet long, seemingly in great pain, its eyes filled with a ferocious, predatory look, staring at me intently at close range, its foul

, hot, and pungent breath hitting my face. "No, no, ahh

... But… the nightmare felt so real. Even after I woke up, I could still see the afterimage of that spider monster before my eyes.

Still shaken, I got up to get a drink of water, but as I turned around, I saw a horrifying sight. On the single bed next to me, my husband was still lying there, motionless, but between his legs, a huge penis covered in bluish-purple veins bulged out of his pants, erect like a pillar supporting the sky. Its

ferocious appearance was exactly the same as the massive penis in my dream. I cautiously approached, and to my horror, I saw my husband slightly open his eyes, his lips trembling, struggling to repeat a sentence. I couldn't hear his voice, only managing to read the words he uttered.

"Master; save; me…"

My husband's lucidity lasted only a moment before he quickly lost consciousness again, and his erect penis subsided, so quickly that I even wondered if it was all a hallucination. I don't want to believe in ghosts and spirits, but the strange phenomena in the fitting room that day, Xiaotong's strange illness, the unexplained footsteps and voices in the house, and last night's nightmare—these are all phenomena that can't be explained by science. And then there's my husband's words. Because of all this, I've been running around non-stop since the next day.

For a month, I visited every famous temple in the province. They recommended several shrines, and more than a dozen monks came to our house to investigate, but either they couldn't see anything wrong, or they said the evil spirits were too strong, beyond their capabilities. My husband's condition didn't improve, but Xiaotong's strange illness worsened. She not only had a high fever, but sometimes she would talk nonsense, convulse, and foam constantly from her mouth.

I, as her mother, was terrified, but helpless and unable to do anything. In the end, these monks still couldn't help me, and we had already spent hundreds of thousands of dollars. Meiyue said I was superstitious, but I really didn't know what to do. Because of Xiaotong's illness, I was irritable and had several arguments with my daughter, making the atmosphere at home even worse.

That night, I dragged my tired body into the bathtub, turned on the shower, hoping to wash away my fatigue with the hot water. I'm five months pregnant, and lately my breasts have often felt swollen; I guess I'm starting to produce milk! Before, my husband always liked to play with my swollen breasts, as if trying to squeeze out milk, squeezing and pinching them, sucking on my dark nipples, his eyes looking upwards as if mocking me, making me blush to the roots of my ears.

"Ah Lian, if those girls outside can be called 'boob queens,' do you know what to call someone with such beautiful big breasts like yours?"

"What to call them?"

"Call them dairy cows! You're a dairy cow mother, and there's a little one downstairs. Ah Lian and Mei Yue, you both have a pair of beautiful big breasts that can seduce men." My husband laughed, "And I just want to be a dairy farmer, to milk this big-breasted cow of yours for the rest of my life."

Ever since junior high, I've hated being called a dairy cow. It feels like a contemptuous insult. But when my husband said it like that, I just felt sweet inside, and I playfully protested. Recalling the sweet moments of the past, I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, the hot water from the showerhead changed, carrying a disgusting, fishy stench, and a large amount of thick, red, sticky liquid poured over my face. I

couldn't open my eyes, so I grabbed a towel to wipe my face, only to realize that what was spraying down was warm blood, with a strong smell of blood. In an instant, I was immersed in a blood bath. I tried to climb out of the bathtub, but my limbs were weak and powerless. In the end, all I could do was scream frantically, a completely irrational scream.

"Mom! Mom, are you alright? What happened?"

Meiyue rushed over when she heard the noise. She and I had just argued an hour ago, but now she was terrified by my mother's screams in the bathtub. She hugged me and comforted me.

"Blood! It's spraying from the showerhead... the whole bathtub is full of blood..."

I said in a trembling voice, but then I came to my senses. The water in the bathtub was crystal clear; there was no blood at all. Meiyue let go of me, her expression as if something was wrong with me. Perhaps she was still angry with me. She pouted and quickly ran out of the bathroom. I stumbled out of the bathtub, my legs almost giving way from fear.

Looking at the empty house, I suddenly felt incredibly lonely. My beloved husband was gone, my son was delirious with fever, and my only daughter, who was safe, was throwing a tantrum. It felt like I was the only one left in the entire mansion, abandoned and utterly helpless.

An overwhelming sense of emptiness and loneliness washed over me. I don't know when it started, but I began to sob uncontrollably. As I cried, I went into Xiaotong's room, closed the door, and looked at my son's handsome sleeping face, so much like mine.

I burst into tears again. As I cried, through my blurry vision, I heard a strange noise. Suddenly, the bed my son was sleeping in cracked open, creating a large hole. Xiaotong fell straight into the hole, and the bed immediately closed again, but the person who had been sleeping on it was gone.

I heard Xiaotong's cries for help and screams, indistinct yet heart-wrenching. I was so terrified I almost fainted. Only one thought remained in my mind: I had to save my precious son! A large kitchen knife had appeared on the bedside table without my noticing. Without thinking, I picked it up and was about to chop down the bed to rescue my son. Just as I was about to strike, a gentle Buddhist chant entered my mind.

"Amitabha!"

The voice sounded familiar, vaguely resembling the accent of Master Maitreya from that day. Instantly, all illusions vanished. I stood beside my son's bed, the knife raised high above my head. Xiao Tong was sleeping peacefully on the bed, narrowly escaping being struck by the knife, his blood staining the white bed. I broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, I realized the knife should be in the kitchen.

I hadn't seen it when I came into the room. Where did it come from? My heart skipped a beat, and the knife clattered to the ground. My mind was pushed to the brink of collapse. I stood there, dumbfounded, like a lost soul. I don't know how much time passed before I heard my son's painful murmurs. "...Mom, I feel so bad...Save me...Mom...Mom...Where are you?"

As if waking from a dream, I hugged my son and sobbed, "Xiaotong, don't be afraid, Mom is right here. Mom will save you, no matter what, Mom will definitely save you."

My son's feverish body radiated a burning heat in my arms, but I felt as if I had gained the strength to keep going, telling myself to be strong and stand up again to fight against that faceless evil force.

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