[Urban] New Game World (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 7: Blasphemy

"Oh my god! What happened to me? I killed someone!...I killed someone!"

The scarred-faced migrant worker's frenzied mind was brought back to its senses by the cold wind. "...No, I have to run...I don't want to pay with my life..."

After a long while, the scarred-faced migrant worker, recovering from extreme fear, thought of escaping. He stood up and was about to run a few steps when he noticed Rou Xue's handbag, which he had thrown from the bridgehead during the fight.

"This bag is so pretty, there must be money inside! I need money to escape..."

The migrant worker stopped, picked up Rou Xue's Dior-branded handbag, and unzipped it.

Inside the handbag were two bottles of cosmetics labeled SK-II. The migrant worker didn't recognize them, but they must be high-end.

There was also an English-Chinese dictionary in the bag, so she must be a student. Damn it, the city is so nice, she's so alluring at such a young age! Why do I work myself to the bone and no one respects me...?

The scarred-faced migrant worker thought resentfully.

To the scarred migrant worker's further surprise, the bag also contained a brand-new iPhone 4 and an LV wallet.

Opening the wallet, he found four credit cards, six membership cards, and a photo of a man who looked quite handsome. But the scarred migrant worker wasn't concerned with that; he was more interested in how much money was inside. He counted it—a total of 1370 yuan. Truly the daughter of a wealthy family!

The wallet also contained Rou Xue's ID card. The scarred migrant worker pulled it out and examined it closely: the girl in the ID card was truly beautiful, with an exceptional air about her. Even just a photo was captivating.

The girl was incredibly beautiful. The scarred migrant worker stared blankly at the photo on the ID card: every delicate, graceful line on the girl's snow-white oval face, like flowing water, created an indescribable feeling of gentle purity. Her delicate, straight eyebrows and long, curled, jet-black eyelashes added a touch of ethereal beauty to her dreamy, captivating eyes, highlighting her intelligence, gentle charm, and adorable nature. Her delicate nose and cherry-red lips pouted playfully, revealing a hint of self-pity. Combined with her snow-white skin, she possessed an irresistible urge to embrace any man.

Indeed, Rou Xue's ID photo was beautiful; it was taken when she was 17, before taking the college entrance exam. ID photos usually don't turn out well, but hers was an exception.

Scarface quickly glanced at the rest: Mu Rou Xue, April 13, 1987…

Mu Rou Xue, what a beautiful name. Scarface's body trembled with excitement.

Damn, born in '87! That's 25 now! She looks like an 18 or 19-year-old girl! At 25, shouldn't she be married? With such beauty, wouldn't her man be sleeping with her every day?

The scarred-faced migrant worker's mouth went dry. The beautiful girl's corpse lay supine on the tattered bedding not far behind him. The scarred-faced man's fear gradually subsided, but a surge of guilt and wickedness welled up within him. His extinguished lust reignited, and his penis became erect again.

The scarred-faced migrant worker involuntarily walked slowly to his wife, who lay quietly on her back. His hands trembled violently as he grasped the hem of Rou Xue's tight-fitting t-shirt, pulling her limp, outstretched hands towards her head.

Rou Xue's t-shirt was instantly pulled up to her head, revealing her lips. The scarred-faced migrant worker didn't pull any further; instead, he used one hand to lift her two limp hands, hidden within the t-shirt, high above her head and pressed them to the ground. Her white bra and flat, flawless abdomen were now fully revealed before the scarred-faced man's eyes.

Rou Xue's head, eyes, and raised arms were covered by a tight white t-shirt, which emboldened the migrant workers who dared not look at her face.

Scarface tore open Rou Xue's bra, revealing her 34C teardrop breasts, slightly distorted into full ovals from lying on her back, plump and lustrous, with her nipples and areolas a beautiful pink.

So beautiful! She's never been with a man before! She must still be a virgin! Thinking this, Scarface trembled with excitement, completely forgetting his earlier fear of killing.

The scarred migrant worker, panting heavily, began to knead his wife's full, alluring teardrop breasts, shaping them in his hands, feeling that a woman's breasts were truly a masterpiece of creation, so delicate and soft, like two kneaded dough balls.

After kneading for a while, Scarface reached down and unzipped his wife's jeans, then slightly lifted her hips to pull them down.

Scarface could feel that Rou Xue's hips were also very round and full. After his jeans were removed, his wife was left naked except for a pair of thongs with the same pattern as her bra, covering her most private area. Her thighs were long, fair, and supple.

The scarred migrant worker couldn't help but part Rou Xue's legs, gently caressing the inside of her thighs, as this area is very sensitive to a girl's genitals. But she could no longer enjoy that pleasure.

The scarred man stopped caressing her, using his index and middle fingers to hold the edge of Rou Xue's thongs and lift his wife's buttocks slightly, pulling down the last piece of clothing from her thighs, revealing her most private area.

His wife had a beautiful face, long black hair, full and beautiful breasts, a slender waist, rounded buttocks, long and beautiful legs, and delicate, fragrant feet. With such a captivating figure, the scarred migrant worker dared to imagine how many girls would be envious of her if she were still alive, and how many men would be filled with envy and fantasies.

The wife's body remained gentle in the summer night. The scarred migrant worker's hand casually pinched her full, beautiful buttocks a few times, feeling their softness and elasticity like a ball. The wife remained motionless, showing no reaction. The migrant worker's hand slid from her buttocks into her dark, oily pubic hair, scraping and playing with it for a while. Then, he put two fingers together and inserted them into the lower part of her pubic hair.

"Damn! Who knows who's already fucked her!"

The scarred migrant worker pulled his two fingers, deeply inserted into her pubic hair, out. "Probably not fucked many times, her pussy and nipples are still so pink..."

The migrant worker stood up, took off his shirt, and frantically began to undo his belt. He didn't notice that someone had already walked under the bridge.

The old beggar, returning from begging, had just reached the bottom of the bridge when he heard a rustling sound. Could it be that another homeless person was trying to take his place under the bridge?

This is my place! No one else is allowed to take it! The old beggar was about to rush forward when he was suddenly stunned by what he saw: on the tattered bedding under his bridge lay a nearly naked young girl, her exposed, snow-white skin strikingly visible. The girl's head and hands were covered by her t-shirt, and she lay motionless on the tattered bedding, as if dead. A man was kneeling between the girl's legs, pulling down his pants.

The old beggar was stunned by this sudden sight, momentarily speechless, staring blankly at everything before him. The man was completely absorbed in his task, unaware that someone was watching him a few meters away. After a

long while, the old beggar finally snapped out of his daze, "You... what are you doing? This is my place..."

The old beggar had no intention of intervening; he was only instinctively trying to protect his makeshift shelter under the bridge.

The scarred-faced migrant worker was clearly startled, his body jerking up as he noticed the thin, dark-skinned old beggar standing nearby. The scarred migrant worker, feeling guilty, hesitated for a moment before grabbing his pants, which he had just taken off and hadn't had time to put them back on. He then grabbed the pants from the ground, covered his genitals with his hand, and ran away

without even bothering to put them back on. The timid old beggar, thinking the man was going to hit him, turned and ran in the opposite direction. He tripped and fell, his left leg slamming hard against a rock, and blood immediately began to flow.

The old beggar instinctively covered his head, curled up, and braced himself for the man's beating. Unexpectedly, the man, naked from the waist down, took off running for his life.

After a while, the old beggar thankfully got up, his eyes immediately drawn to the naked, snow-white body of a woman on the tattered sheets.

The naked young girl lay motionless on the tattered sheets, her legs spread wide, revealing the curves of her high buttocks. Her breasts were pressed together, and her thighs were spread diagonally, revealing thick, soft pubic hair and a full mons pubis. Her long legs draped over the tattered sheets, everything about her seemed so tragically beautiful and helpless.

There was a clear red mark around the girl's snow-white neck.

The timid old beggar understood what was happening and immediately collapsed to the ground in terror.

Run! Otherwise, things would get complicated! The old beggar's first thought was to get away from this place of trouble. But, but…

the alluring body of this snow-white young girl made it impossible for the old beggar to leave. This snow-white, beautiful body was a hundred, a thousand times more beautiful than the obese body of the village chief's wife he had spied on years ago…

One glance, then run… Oh, what a beautiful girl… What a pity!

Two more glances, then run… Her skin is so delicate, even more tender than the flesh of a peeled lychee… What a waste!

Closer… Closer still… Take a look…

With each glance and the increasing distance, the timid old beggar became increasingly uninhibited, his penis throbbing painfully.

This was only the second woman's body the old beggar had ever seen in his life! A body as beautiful as a fairy!

His wife's 32C teardrop-shaped breasts stood poignantly in the moonlight, their full, provocative curves stimulating the old beggar's senses.

What big breasts! How can they be so perky? Why are city women's breasts so firm...? Just one touch, just one...

The old beggar opened his mouth, too nervous to speak. He slowly squatted down beside his wife, his arms involuntarily reaching out, his palms cupped together, only a centimeter away from her breasts.

Although the young woman's body remained motionless, the sacred beauty of her body prevented the old beggar from actually touching them. He only stroked them from a distance, following their shapes, imagining his hands caressing her breasts.

Never mind, whatever...

The old beggar could no longer resist. He grasped one of her soft, snowy breasts in each hand. The flesh was still soft and warm, indicating she had only recently passed away.

Solid and fleshy, soft yet elastic, the white skin was as if coated with oil, smooth and supple. A wonderful sensation, like an electric current, shot from his fingers to his central nervous system, making him tremble.

Wow! So this is what a woman's breasts feel like!

The old beggar cried out excitedly, his penis instantly swelling and ejaculating…

Rou Xue’s breasts were far from being easily contained; though the old beggar’s hands were large, they were still insufficient to enclose them. The old beggar gripped her breasts from bottom to top with all his might; his hands were so powerful, his ten fingers digging deep into her breasts. The lower part of her breasts contracted sharply, while the upper part expanded rapidly like a balloon, making the originally perfect breast shape somewhat strange.

Pale blue veins began to appear on the upper part of her breasts, and the areolas at the tips protruded due to the pressure, the nipples sticking out prominently at their highest point.

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

The old beggar gripped his wife’s breasts, roughly and violently kneading them, especially the nipples, which, under the old beggar’s twisting, were almost twisted off.

His wife's elastic breasts, like two dough balls, constantly changed shape in the old beggar's hands. But each time he released his grip, the breasts would perk up again, only now bearing a few bluish-purple finger marks.

Not satisfied with this position, the old beggar straddled Rouxue's slender waist, vigorously kneading her full breasts up and down with both hands, like hands frantically scrubbing clothes on a washboard. The kneading caused waves of movement in her breasts, causing her ribs to rise and fall slightly, like performing CPR…

The old beggar didn't notice that the t-shirt covering Rouxue's mouth and nose began to rise and fall slightly…

The old beggar's kneading force increased…

“Cough…cough…”

The old beggar suddenly realized that the beautiful corpse had stirred.

A zombie! The old beggar was so frightened that he rolled off Rouxue, scrambling and rolling to the side.

“Cough…cough…”

With painful coughs, Rouxue's limbs twitched a few times, her body slowly regaining its strength, slowly curling up in pain, bending to the side. She frantically pulled at the t-shirt covering her mouth and nose.

The t-shirt was pulled down, revealing a beautiful, pained oval face, her mouth wide open, gasping for breath, her chest heaving rapidly.

It was that beautiful, kind female teacher!

"B-Sister... what's wrong?"

the old beggar cautiously inquired, his eyes never leaving Rouxue's beautiful body.

The wife finally came to her senses, grabbing the scattered clothes on the ground to cover herself, her hands covering her face as she curled up on the tattered blankets, sobbing softly.

"Sister... are you feeling better? I chased that bad guy away..."

the old beggar said, looking into the distance.

The wife didn't react, shrinking back and sobbing softly. Having just escaped death, she was clearly terrified by what had just happened.

The old beggar dragged his left leg forward, whispering, "Sister... put on some clothes first, you'll catch a cold like this."

The wife still didn't move. The old beggar patted his wife's shoulder: "Little sister... hurry up, get up, don't cry!"

His wife's shoulders were bare, without any clothing to cover them. The moment his hand touched her skin, he felt its smoothness; the unique softness of a young woman's skin sent a shiver down his spine.

He withdrew his hand and softly urged Rouxue, but she seemed still not recovered from her shock.

Rouxue's smooth back was completely exposed, the lines from her neck to her buttocks clearly visible. Looking at his wife's naked body, radiating youthful energy, the old beggar felt a strange impulse. Seeing that Rouxue still didn't move, he squatted down and gently placed his hand on her smooth shoulder again. He softly comforted her as he moved his hand down her shoulder. A wonderful sensation,

like an electric current, coursed through his hand. The old beggar felt his already erect penis rise again. He took a deep breath, and one hand was already under his wife's armpit; one more step and he would touch her breasts, half-exposed beneath her clothes. The old beggar's hands dared not move further, no longer touching the breasts he had just been fondling and fondling.

Under the old beggar's gentle comfort, Rouxue seemed to gradually overcome her fear and began to raise her head. Seeing this, the old beggar quickly straightened up, "Little sister... alright, alright! Hurry up and put your clothes on!"

Then, sensibly, he walked a little further away and turned his back.

After a while, hearing rustling sounds behind him, he guessed it was about time and turned around. Rouxue recognized him, her face flushing red.

Rouxue knew her body had no privacy in front of the old beggar, but he was her savior; what harm was there in looking?

The scene was a little awkward. The old beggar cried out "Ouch!" and pretended to collapse to the ground. Always begging on the streets, the old beggar acted with perfect realism in his pain.

"I was fighting that bastard... ouch... he broke my leg... ouch..."

the old beggar wailed incessantly, his expression one of great pain.

Still reeling from the shock, the wife dialed 120 with trembling hands, then 110.

Chapter 8: The Promise.

The next morning, the old beggar woke up, slightly opening his eyes. In the warm, bright sunlight, a beautiful woman 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 finally 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..."

The 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 whatsoever in front of the old beggar.

“My name is Mu Rouxue, you can call me Rouxue from now on.”

The wife interrupted the old beggar’s explanation. The kind-hearted wife felt deeply guilty because 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 wife’s eyes began to redden.

Rouxue asked for 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 helped him up and asked, “Why are you lying on the ground?”

The old beggar replied helplessly, “They all think I’m dirty and won’t touch me.”

“Little sister.”

“Just call me Rouxue,”

the wife said gently.

"Rouxue, don't worry about me anymore. Someone like me doesn't deserve to be cared for. The sooner I die, the better."

The old beggar said, bowing his head and sobbing 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."

In the warm sunlight, a woman with rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, large eyes, and a high nose bridge, wearing a pink top, looked incredibly feminine. The old beggar ate the tonics Rouxue fed him, admiring the beautiful woman.

After finishing his meal, the old beggar watched Rouxue gradually fall asleep. Rouxue covered him with a blanket and stormed off to the director's office.

"Dad, why is no one taking care of my friend in the ward?"

the wife demanded.

"Oh, Dad was just too busy and didn't notice your friend. Isn't he in the VIP ward?"

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

"Ah, how could that 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 Dad." The father-in-law had always cherished his daughter like a precious jewel, giving her whatever she wanted.

"Rou'er, this incident really scared Dad to death. That bastard was caught, but thinking about last night... Dad's heart is still..."

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

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

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

The kind wife, after such a terrible ordeal, 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 hadn't even noticed that her pink sweater had been pulled aside. The contrast between her delicate, eggshell-like skin and the old beggar's rough, dark hands was striking.

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

The old beggar, embracing such a beautiful woman and inhaling her faint, feminine fragrance, was already hardened.

With a slight pull, his penis sprang out.

The dirty, ugly penis, resembling a venomous snake's head, stood erect, glaring at his beautiful wife, viscous fluid dripping from its tip.

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

This caused the old beggar's veined, 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 the urethral opening.

Rou Xue was getting impatient, but too embarrassed to turn her head, 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.

Rou Xue opened the door and saw 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?"

Rou Xue said sweetly.

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

In terms of family background, looks, and career, this man surpasses me. Perhaps because he and my wife were childhood sweethearts, she has always treated him like an older brother, without any romantic feelings.

Years ago, after being subtly rejected by his 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.

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

"Haha, I was just joking,"

Lin Fan laughed.

Rou Xue sweetly patted Lin Fan.

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

Rou Xue said, completely oblivious to the old beggar because she was so engrossed in their conversation.

Little did his wife know that fifty-year-old men are extremely possessive and jealous, especially someone like the old beggar who lacks social standing and is deeply insecure.

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

But no matter how hard he rubbed, he couldn't find satisfaction.

Suddenly, the old beggar 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?"

The events of the past, coupled with his wife's earlier promises, had given the old beggar a sliver of a bold fantasy that his wife was truly his woman.

Seeing Lin Fan still standing outside the door, and fearing his wife's anger, the old beggar muttered in a low, lewd voice, "In our countryside, women are meant to stay home, serve their men, and take care of the children. They can't just talk to other men outside."

The old beggar 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 around and walked towards Lin Fan, exchanging a few words with him before Lin Fan reluctantly left.

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 with her, 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 and about 1.65 meters tall was seen urinating in the hospital corridor, wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat that was large enough to be used as a skirt. This terrified the female nurses, who all screamed and hid from the man.

The man, perhaps finding it amusing, grinned foolishly at the female nurse. Just then, hospital security guards arrived and were about to subdue him when a dark-skinned, muscular man of about 50 years old suddenly slapped the young man on the back of the head. The young man was stunned by the slap and collapsed to the ground, wailing for a moment.

The older man quickly smiled apologetically at the two security guards, saying, "Brothers, this bastard of mine isn't very bright. I've already taught him a lesson. Please don't hold it against me—please don't hold it against me."

This forced smile startled the two security guards, who repeatedly said, "Keep an eye on your family. If you do this again, 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 man standing in front of him.

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

the old beggar said.

The older man was the fellow laborer from the village the old beggar had mentioned, and the younger man was Gou Bao, Gou Sheng's adopted son. Gou Bao had been sick and suffered brain damage from a fever when

Gou Sheng brought him home. 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 wife arranged this for me."

Gou Sheng, being the eldest child, had a very strong personality, and hearing the old beggar's words made him extremely upset.

He was immediately consumed by jealousy and said, "I heard you found a woman? Where is she? Let me tell you, my woman is untouchable. I say one thing, she doesn't dare say another; I go east, she doesn't dare go west."

The old beggar stammered, unable to speak, thinking, "Could Rouxue 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.

At this moment, a "bang" suddenly came from outside the window.

Gou Sheng and Gou Bao quickly went to the window and looked out, immediately stunned by the scene before them.

In the gentle morning light, a beautiful woman with delicate features and long hair past her shoulders was wearing a pink off-shoulder tight-fitting dress, with a long pink scarf casually draped around her neck. Her pair of round and full breasts trembled slightly with her movements, and her slender, fair legs paired with a pair of pink high heels gave her a noble and elegant temperament, just like a goddess who could topple kingdoms.

The noise just now was from two private car owners who, attracted by the woman's stunning beauty, didn't pay attention to what was ahead and collided.

At this moment, Gou Sheng was incredibly shocked, thinking, "I even lost my life savings to buy this ugly woman in her thirties who has no chest or buttocks. She's not even as good as the goddess downstairs."

"The Vietnamese bride the township head bought for his son, who used to be so thin, has become increasingly voluptuous and beautiful over the years, becoming the most beautiful woman in the entire county. The township head's son treats her like a treasure, keeping her locked up all day to prevent outsiders from seeing her, but compared to this beauty in front of him, she's a far cry!"

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

The old beggar, whose legs were weak and he didn't know what was going on, anxiously asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The old beggar's words interrupted Gou Sheng's lewd thoughts. Gou Sheng reluctantly turned his head and was surprised to find that his crotch was 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 the smell of perfume, but body odor!

A woman's body odor! Gentle and elegant.

Gou Sheng felt as if he were a male animal smelling a female, his penis involuntarily becoming erect.

"Good morning!"

Rouxue greeted with a smile as she walked in. The old beggar, Gousheng, and Goubao stared at Rouxue blankly, as if they had lost their souls. Rouxue paused for a moment and then said, "What's wrong with you?"

Rouxue smiled gently and said, "I've already cooked the porridge for you, hurry up and eat it while it's hot."

Gousheng turned his head with his mouth wide open, staring at the old beggar in surprise, muttering incoherently.

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

Rouxue said gently. The old beggar was also dumbfounded and didn't know 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's a kind of beauty that radiates outwards and permeates inwards.

My wife's near-perfect oval face had smooth, flowing contours, a fair complexion with a rosy undertone, and an extremely delicate, smooth texture, almost translucent, like silk or agate. Wherever light shone, the transparency increased; her translucent earlobes and nose wings were so clear that even the tiny blood vessels within were clearly visible. The transparency of her entire face radiated outwards from the bridge of her nose, gradually blurring to the contours, truly resembling a fresh, juicy grape—no, more like a swan's egg, subtly pierced by backlighting in the depths of a spring lake. Her long, soft, jet-black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders like a black waterfall. This striking contrast between her black and white skin 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 morning on the grasslands.

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 adhered to her moral principles; on the other, she felt indebted to the old beggar and a needy countryman.

"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 lingerie was a gift I gave my wife for her 25th birthday. She always complained it was too see-through and too revealing and never wore it, no matter how much I begged.

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

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

Outside the door, Gou Sheng, Gou Bao, and the old beggar were already 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 perfectly revealing her unparalleled sensuality. At this moment, the goddess was slowly walking into the living room with light steps, and the 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 turned and left long ago. But perhaps it was this primal odor that made her, almost naked, feel weak all over under the gaze of three ugly old men. This tense and exciting feeling was something the 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 brow furrowing.

"Ah...ah..." Gou Sheng's expression was ferocious, his body trembling as he let out disgusting moans.

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

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

Seeing that the goddess had come out in a sexy nightgown, only to have it ruined by that bastard Goubao, Gousheng slapped Goubao repeatedly and yelled, "You little bastard, you useless thing!"

But Gousheng was also quite amazed; the goddess's body, merely in her nightgown, had made the foolish Goubao ejaculate for nearly two minutes, his crotch overflowing with the foul-smelling semen that dripped out.

That night, Rouxue didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the three men and didn't say anything more. She simply arranged their rooms hastily before returning to her own.

That night, apart from Goubao, who had already ejaculated early and was fast asleep, Rouxue, the old beggar, and Gousheng couldn't calm down and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Gousheng used the white bra he had secretly picked up from Rouxue to tightly wrap his ugly, rough penis and rubbed it repeatedly. That night, Gousheng didn't know how many times he had ejaculated with Rouxue's white bra, until his rough penis had worn through the bra.

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 reluctantly departed with Gou Bao.

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 local temple to offer incense to their ancestors, in order to bring them wealth and prosperity.

His wife, though helpless, virtuously replied, "Okay."

Rou Xue saw Gou Sheng and his son off, then suddenly remembered that it was Saturday and she had an appointment with the principal. She gently said to the old beggar, "You rest well at home. I have something to do at school; I'll go there." ( Chapter 10,

11-28 : The Kind Wife is Drugged and Raped) She arrived at the school and knocked twice on the principal's office door. "Please come in." Rouxue was surprised to see Wang Gang as soon as she entered. She paused for a moment before gently saying, "It's you. Where's Principal Li?" Wang Gang replied with ill intent, "Oh, Principal Li had to go home for a while..." Wang Gang, leering at the beauty before him, noticed his wife was wearing a white t-shirt under a black jacket, a black pencil skirt, and black stockings. This outfit perfectly accentuated her full, firm breasts, round, pert buttocks, and long, slender, pink legs. Unlike the legs of other young girls, which were either too thin or too fat, his wife's shapely legs were perfectly proportioned, the black stockings fitting snugly, the sheer fabric revealing a hint of sensuality. Combined with her long, flowing hair, exquisite features, and fair, smooth skin, she was a perfect blend of angel and sexiness. "Principal Wang, has your mother'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. "Is Auntie's condition any better?" his wife asked kindly. "The old lady is very ill... She's been longing for a daughter-in-law," Wang Gang snapped out of his reverie and began his act. Principal Li had specifically warned him that Teacher Mu's father was the director of a well-known hospital and not to be offended, so the fat-faced Wang Gang was well-prepared for this. "Principal Wang, don't be too sad, Auntie will recover soon..." his wife gently comforted the feigning filial piety of Wang Gang. "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 even managed to squeeze 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 the old lady as soon as possible. The kind-hearted wife completely dispelled her wariness of Wang Gang. "Teacher Mu, please have some water... I'll tell you how we should cooperate with the elders when we get back..." The kind-hearted 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. Aphrodisiacs could turn any chaste woman into a harlot, and amnesia drugs would make a woman remember nothing that happened three hours after taking the drug! Wang Gang rambled on about the precautions for visiting the elders, deliberately stalling for time until the drugs took effect. Although these two drugs were potent, they had a drawback: the aphrodisiac's effects took 30 minutes to work, and the amnesia drug's effects began after 10 minutes, causing the person to fall into a deep sleep, and after an hour, it was fully effective and completely at the mercy of others. The kind-hearted wife's head began to feel heavy, and her eyelids drooped. "Excuse me, Principal Wang... I'll be right back..." Rouxue roused herself and headed towards her office. There was coffee on her desk; perhaps she hadn't rested enough these past few days taking care of 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 medication caused the kind-hearted wife to unknowingly drift off to sleep. "Teacher Mu... Teacher Mu..." Wang Gang, who had been secretly watching his wife, quietly slipped in and called to Rouxue.

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 that he felt no reaction from touching this beautiful woman's thigh, he knew the drug was working.

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

"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 through his senses. Even through the t-shirt and bra, the sensation in his hands told him that the shape and elasticity of her breasts were absolutely perfect.

Without waiting any longer, Wang Gang 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, but 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 she wasn't as flawless and stunning as Rou Xue, she was still quite charming and adorable.

Wang Gang had been waiting for this day for a long time, and now he couldn't let go of the beauty he had almost gotten his hands on. Wang Gang's face hardened, and he forced Rou Xue and Ning Jing into the 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 and burly man who was said to be a fitness instructor.

Wang Gang was at a loss and softened, 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." So Wang Gang stood on the school building watching Rou Xue's departing figure, feeling incredibly miserable. Back in his office, Wang Gang angrily smashed the office to pieces.

No way! This is too much! Mu Rou Xue 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 her! This beautiful woman will definitely realize I tampered with the water afterwards!

There will be no more chances!"

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

Ning Jing helped Rou Xue sit in the back seat. At this moment, Rou Xue, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, felt unbearably hot and her face was flushed. She leaned slightly on Ning Jing's shoulder.

Ning Jing's husband was so engrossed in looking at the charming Rou Xue through the rearview mirror that he almost caused 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 woman behind me." Soon the car arrived at the entrance of the community. At this moment, Rou Xue'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. Rou Xue was afraid that Ning Jing would find out, so she refused Ning Jing's escort and insisted on going home by herself.

It was already evening, the sun had just set, and a blurry halo appeared on the horizon. As the drug's effects intensified, Rouxue, feeling unbearably hot, removed her black vest, her legs tightly pressed together, her private parts itching as if a thousand ants were crawling on them.

Back home, under the influence of the drug, Rouxue's body felt weak all over, 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 that 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 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 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 seem like a moon goddess descending to earth.

Chapter 11: An Unexpected Blessing.

To Wang Gang, who was peeping from the tree outside the window, it was a picture of a goddess bathing; but to 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 his hands instinctively grabbed his wife's legs.

"Ah—"

The only towel covering his wife was pulled down to her knees, 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 smooth. Her 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 glimpsed the curves of her breasts; the second time, her body was lifeless; this time, it was the stimulation of the aphrodisiac. Her vibrant, beautiful body was aroused.

The old beggar stared blankly at his wife's delicate form, stunned for a long time, even forgetting what he was doing. Perhaps he had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and 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 fragrance of his wife's body.

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 was turning a pale pink from extreme excitement.

She shyly covered her chest with her hands, her legs tightly clamping her vulva, 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'd accept it." The incident of abusing his unconscious wife under the bridge made the timid old beggar do things he wouldn't normally dare to do.

He knelt before her, tightly embracing her fair, delicate body, his large, withered, dark hands constantly caressing her long, beautiful legs, his rough face rubbing against her perfect belly.

Now, in our room, under the dim light, a middle-aged beggar with rough, withered skin and emaciated bones knelt on the ground, tightly embracing a young, sexy, and sexually alluring beautiful wife.

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

This tingling, hot, itchy sensation was driving her to the brink of collapse. The 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 receiving the approval of a goddess, and began to brazenly fondle his wife's beautiful, round buttocks. The old beggar seemed far from satisfied with just his wife's buttocks; he extended his disgusting, rough tongue and greedily licked his wife's flawless lower abdomen, leaving it covered in his nauseating, foul-smelling saliva. Saliva.

The delicate wife, eyes closed, was completely immersed in the pleasure of the aphrodisiac and the old beggar's teasing. The old beggar rubbed against her lower abdomen desperately.

Under the old beggar's thrusts, the wife fell onto the bed, her buttocks resting on the edge, her shapely legs dangling off the edge, her feet touching the ground, causing her legs to spread open, her mons pubis naturally bulging.

The old beggar then took the opportunity to lie on top of the wife's soft, white, and pink body.

The wife's pair of snow-white, alluring breasts, occasionally revealing faint blue veins, pink areolas and cherry-sized nipples, paired with a perfect teardrop-shaped breast shape, made the old beggar feel a sense of fear.

"Is this real?... How can this woman have such beautiful breasts?" *Smack!* The old

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

"So soft, so smooth," the old beggar murmured, squeezing her breasts a second time, disgusting saliva slowly escaping from his mouth.

Only now, feeling the soft, smooth, and elastic sensation of her breasts in his hands, did he realize he wasn't dreaming.

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

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

The pleasure in her nipples grew stronger, an intense, electric shock-like sensation of intense 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, its string about to snap.

The itching and swelling inside her breasts became increasingly unbearable. Her slender body arched like a shrimp, her entire body on the bed... Her body arched exaggeratedly upwards, like a fully drawn bow, her chin held high, moaning softly, her voice sweet and lingering. She strained to lift her full, teardrop-shaped breasts, creating astonishing curves 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, and when he pinched them between two fingers, they trembled uncontrollably. Stop. His hands groped and kneaded aimlessly and without any skill.

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

The itching in her breasts... The swelling, barely relieved by the old beggar's merciless ravaging, was quickly replaced by an unbearable tingling sensation between her legs, which quickly took over her consciousness. She felt the throbbing in her lower body growing increasingly intense, 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 hurriedly 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, likely from years of neglect and sores, or lice bites; his pubic hair was filthy 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 reminiscent of male genitalia.

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, his breathing became quite rapid.

His wife's vulva was plump, tender, and white. Her two moist, plump labia majora were high and rounded, white and hairless, while her labia minora protruded beyond the majora, a tender pink, adorned with 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, trying to penetrate his wife. A wave of tingling pleasure washed over him, making him slightly dizzy.

But having never touched a woman before, the inexperienced beggar backed away, finding his penis pressed against his wife's vulva, the glans, gleaming with an unusual sheen, against her slightly protruding clitoris.

He hadn't penetrated at all!

The old beggar adjusted his position, still trying to push with his buttocks, but still no penetration.

The old beggar anxiously pressed the head of his penis against the center of his wife's labia again, and began to exert force. The two rosy labia were slowly forced apart by his penis, allowing the old beggar to see the small opening in the center, 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 available for actual caress.

Just as the old beggar was reveling in the dizzying sensation of not being able to penetrate, another intense pleasure surged through him. He found his penis sliding out again along the vertical indentation of his wife's vagina. His

wife, aroused by the aphrodisiac and fueled by the old beggar's repeated failures to penetrate, actually grabbed his penis and eagerly moved closer to her body.

The old beggar felt the glans brush against a pubic area, then touch a soft, hot patch of flesh, and then the glans pressed against a moist, slippery opening.

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

Even the old beggar, though simple-minded, understood. He thrust his hips forward, and his glans pierced 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 with his feet, concentrating all his strength on his penis, squeezing the rest of it completely inside his wife.

His wife's passage was incredibly tight. Even with a condom and lubricant, it took me ages to fully penetrate her tight, warm passage. And now, the old beggar's penis was longer and thicker than mine; the rough shaft was directly rubbing against the walls of her vagina. For the old beggar to push in wasn't going to be easy.

The wife felt her vagina filled to the brim with a penis like never before, the vaginal walls burning hot. She gripped the sides of the bed, the thick penis making her feel incredibly 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 tightness of the penis forcing its way through the folds of her vaginal walls!

The wife's vagina was relatively short; as the old beggar's penis fully penetrated, most of the glans protruded into the deepest part of her vagina, near her cervix. Her vagina was tight and narrow, containing the penis perfectly; the vaginal lubrication provided only a slight lubrication. Even more intense was the way the layers of vaginal walls moved automatically, scraping against the old beggar's penis with an unbearable tingling sensation. He could feel extreme pleasure without even needing to thrust.

As his wife's breathing rose and fell, her cervix gripped the old beggar's glans like a fleshy wall, while the walls of her vagina writhed intensely. The old beggar trembled with pleasure, almost ejaculating on the spot.

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

The old beggar took two deep breaths. "I haven't even thrust yet! How can I almost hold back?"

The old beggar suppressed his urge to ejaculate, lying motionless on top of his wife. He desperately tried to calm himself, his hands tightly embracing his wife's round, full breasts, like a drowning person clinging to a lifeline.

His wife was also breathing heavily, thoroughly enjoying the fullness the old beggar brought her under the influence of the aphrodisiac. Her usually proud and beautiful cheeks were now flushed, her eyes filled with alluring charm, and her smooth, white forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat. She seemed even more unable to bear the intense stimulation of their bodies being joined together than the old beggar.

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

He immediately discovered the secrets of his wife's vaginal canal! Deep inside, layers of fleshy folds struggled to resist his penis's withdrawal; while the folds near the canal opening, in stark contrast, pushed his penis outwards!

As the glans was withdrawn to the canal opening, the folds within the fleshy walls and the outward force of the labia reached their maximum, and with a "pop," the old beggar's glans was forced out of the canal!

The old beggar's penis had completed its first-ever penetration of a woman!

A jolt ran through him; a powerful stimulation instantly surged from his genitals to his brain—a sudden, unexpected, and intense stimulation that even he couldn't anticipate, brief yet powerful.

Because it was his first time, coupled with nervousness, incorrect posture, and lack of experience with such a strong stimulation, he felt uneasy the first time he withdrew.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to cum! I can't hold it in!"

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

"Ah—"

his wife cried out, her limbs gripping the old beggar's body tightly. Her vagina suddenly tightened, like a powerful fleshy clamp clamping down on the old beggar's penis, making it unable to move. The layers of flesh inside her vagina rubbed violently against every part of the old beggar's penis. The cervix deep inside her vagina also contracted strongly in waves, sucking at the old beggar's glans like a small mouth.

In a flash, the old beggar felt a blank before his eyes. His penis involuntarily spasmed inside his wife's vagina, the glans swelling and forcing open his wife's cervix. Then, hot semen gushed out like bullets, all hitting the inner wall of his wife's uterus.

The wife's body trembled violently with the old beggar's intense ejaculation, her mouth uttering a series of unconscious murmurs, her vaginal canal contracting in waves, her sacred womb being 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 more than ten minutes with my hand..."

the old beggar cried out inwardly, taking advantage of the remaining hardness of his penis after ejaculating, he quickly thrust a couple more times, until Rouxue's vaginal canal gripped him so tightly that he could no longer thrust.

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

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

"Oh..."

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

The wife's reaction greatly exceeded the old beggar's expectations!

"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 effects of the aphrodisiac, an unconscious and instinctive physiological reaction!

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

The old beggar, despised and groveling his whole life, finally felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and fulfillment at this moment, as if he were finally a human being.

Even the moon outside the window couldn't bear to watch the scene in the bedroom: a 25-year-old woman's soft, full, and delicate body was straddling a 50-year-old beggar, thin as a rake and with rough skin. The moon hid behind the clouds.

The old beggar discovered that his semi-erect penis was still inside Rouxue's body, her vaginal canal still tightly closed, the vaginal walls 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 was still in a blissful state, her beautiful skin cool and smooth as jade, beads of sweat flowing all over her body, indistinguishable as to whether they were the old beggar's or hers.

The old beggar couldn't bear to pull out, pressing his penis firmly into his wife's vagina, completely pressing down on her.

His foul-smelling, drooling mouth, brimming with yellow teeth, greedily and lewdly licked his wife's full, teardrop-shaped breasts.

Like a wild animal's instinct!

Every time the old beggar's dog-like tongue licked the 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, sweeping and scraping at her nipple like a fish tail. His wife's long, plump, flawless thighs involuntarily clamped around the old beggar's waist.

Just as she usually did when she was intimate with me, his wife's hands involuntarily reached down to the old beggar's crotch, gently and skillfully kneading and caressing 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 caused the old beggar's penis, still inserted in his wife's tight cavity, to grow even larger.

The old beggar couldn't help but twitch slightly, his wife's vaginal canal acting like a powerful, fleshy clamp, tightly gripping his penis. After several thrusts, he gradually understood how to pursue greater pleasure.

Perhaps it was a man's nature, but this was the old beggar's first time making love, and a strong desire to conquer and destroy arose within him—a desire to ravage and defile his wife's beauty!

His large, yellow-skinned hands brazenly grasped the base of his wife's teardrop-shaped breasts, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh. The lower part of the breast contracted sharply, the upper part forced to bulge, the original teardrop shape swelling like a balloon. Pale blue veins began to appear on the upper part of the breasts, the areolas protruding from the pressure, and the nipples standing out prominently at their highest point.

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 intense desire to conquer a woman.

The old beggar loosened his grip, and the breasts quickly returned to their original shape like cream pudding, bouncing twice.

Excited by this new game, the old beggar 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 perked up 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.

Suddenly, the old beggar's other hand flicked his wife's erect nipple hard. "Ah..."

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

The old beggar discovered another secret of his wife's. He alternately squeezed her breasts, his fingers suddenly flicking the nipples hard. His wife was particularly sensitive to this action; each time, she would moan intensely, her lower abdomen involuntarily heaving upwards, her vaginal canal contracting strongly.

The old beggar's flicking of her nipples stimulated him to try something new.

He pinched one of her rosy nipples with two fingers and slowly pulled it outwards. Under his pull, her breasts slowly lengthened, their original teardrop shape becoming long and flat. He tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed 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 full, soft breasts up and down, then changed direction, pulling them outwards, stretching them very long. Her soft, full teardrop-shaped breasts were taut and thin, seemingly gleaming under the light. With a swift release , the taut, flat breast

snapped back with a "pop," its elasticity causing it to tremble violently like a spring, simultaneously pulling on the other breast, which trembled five or six times before stopping.

It bounced back, then was pulled out again, repeating this several times.

The 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 pressing against his glans. He didn't know what part of a woman's body he had touched, but he knew it would bring him the greatest pleasure!

In pursuit of deeper penetration and greater stimulation, the old beggar abandoned his fondling of his wife's breasts. Instinctively, he gripped her shoulders for leverage, desperately pushing his penis deep into her vaginal opening!

Due to physiological advantages, once a man enters a woman's body, even the most sleazy and insecure man will gradually gain the upper hand against the most noble, proud, and unapproachable goddess! This was the case for the old beggar 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 influence of drugs and has lost herself!

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

At this moment, his wife would cry out loudly, her soft body tensing as if electrocuted. A violent tremor, originating from the opening deep within her vagina, rapidly spread throughout her body, even causing the old beggar, who was pressing down on her, to tremble. As the penis slowly withdrew, the glans exiting the parted opening, the tremors gradually subsided like ripples on water; until suddenly, another impact struck, the resulting tremors overlapping with the lingering ripples, each tremor more intense than the last!

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

increasingly intense tremors from her lower body were irresistible to her; her hands instinctively reached for her private parts, placing them between her and the old beggar's pubic bones, using her fingers as a buffer to prevent the old beggar's penis from penetrating to its deepest point!

The old beggar had already skillfully begun the piston-like motion, his withdrawn penis covered in his wife's love juice, while the love juice inside her vagina was even more abundant, each thrust producing a "plop, plop" sound.

The wife moaned unrestrainedly, forgetting who the other person was, forgetting where she was, nothing else mattered; she only thought about the present moment, wanting that person to satisfy her quickly.

In the early days of our marriage, to help my inexperienced wife familiarize herself with sexual techniques, I found her many pornographic films. These were things of the past, long since sealed away in the depths of 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!"

my wife groaned, gripping the old beggar's waist and pushing him deeper into her body; her gestures and voice were full of suggestive intent.

"I, Zhao Ergou, have a woman! A fairy-like woman! 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 my wife grew even more erect from his lust.

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

Her strong, long legs, gripping the old beggar's waist, had somehow shifted 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, condescending one! 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 pure and beautiful Rouxue remained beautiful, but wantonness had replaced purity!

"Just as everyone said... even fairies end up being fucked by men!"

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

The old beggar maintained his upright posture as he thrust, riding high on his throne like a king, looking down at the frail woman subservient to his scepter.

Rouxue moaned submissively under the old beggar's domination, her soft, smooth body like a lump of gelatinous solid, pulsating like a spring, creating waves of surging breasts...

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 for the second time.

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

At this moment, the old beggar's dark, limp penis hung limply, its shaft glistening 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!

Only 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 private area with great interest; the entrance was wide open, slippery and obediently welcoming him back.

Satisfied, the old beggar slid off his wife and lay down beside her, his hands, slick with semen, rubbing against his once unapproachable, round, plump thighs—perfect hand towels.

Even after he finished, the old beggar couldn't bear to leave his wife's body, continuing to hold her close, his hands caressing her smooth, soft skin. He turned her body so she lay on her back on the bed, stroking her white breasts while kissing her cheeks and greedily tasting her rosy lips.

Ignoring their identities, they looked more like a newlywed couple, a young woman receiving intimate caresses from her husband, emitting soft, pleasurable moans.

Under the bright bedroom light, the wife's naked body was dazzlingly white, creating a stark contrast with 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 large tree near the wall, one 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 residential compound, Wang Gang was frantically trying to sneak in, but was stopped by the dutiful security guards. No one was allowed in without the permission of a resident.

Wang Gang knew that if he could get into Rou Xue's house, he could enjoy his wife's beautiful body, which had been given aphrodisiacs. Unfortunately, his plan failed!

"...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 clearly... Where did you get her, Lao 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 the 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 of 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 white horse's rider, its master—Shen Yunxiang—while I was a thousand miles away. The old beggar, like a sleazy, battle-sweeping veteran from an enemy nation, found this exhausted white warhorse!

This was the mount any knight dreamed of!

A noble warhorse with excellent bloodlines!

A magnificent, tall, and beautiful Western horse with long limbs!

A mare with glossy coat, a plump body, and abundant strength! It was far superior to any short, skinny cart-pulling horse!

An enemy veteran captured a warhorse, thinking of taking it home to pull carts and plow fields!

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

His thin hand then rested on her snow-white, full buttocks, giving a chilling sense of desecration.

Among Chinese women, many beautiful women have flat, sagging buttocks; few possess buttocks as full and firm as his wife's, enough to captivate men worldwide, leaving them mesmerized and filled with admiration.

The contours of her buttocks were distinctly raised, forming soft waves, the curves below them graceful, rounded, and firm. They were as pure and flawless as a pile of snow, as mysterious and beautiful as a full moon. The beauty of his wife's buttocks lay in their fullness, smoothness, whiteness, and elasticity. It's a fusion of visual and tactile beauty, capable of evoking psychological 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, snow-white buttocks, as if pressing down on the buttocks 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 bounced away.

"Hmm..."

His wife, still half-asleep, groaned softly, her body shifting slightly.

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.

"Smack, smack..."

The old beggar slapped his wife's snow-white, plump buttocks, as if slapping the buttocks of his own large livestock, showing off to his neighbors how strong his animal was.

In her drowsy state, the wife instinctively shifted 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 veteran wanted the horse to stand; its beauty was secondary, its ability to pull the cart and plow the fields was paramount!

"Slap! Slap!"

The trembling of her buttocks from the slaps spread throughout her body along with her taut, elastic skin. Her abdomen tensed slightly, the two soft, beautiful lines of her abdomen rising and falling gently with the trembling of her buttocks, shifting and blurring, rippling like gentle waves. This undulating language of her abdominal lines gave her smooth, rounded body a musical, flowing quality.

The trembling of her buttocks traveled along the ripples of her shifting abdominal lines to her full breasts.

His wife's beautiful, teardrop-shaped breasts had already swelled into hemispherical shapes, 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 the swelling, and the trembling of her buttocks caused her breasts to quiver and shake.

The skin of her swollen, hemispherical breasts had become stretched thin and almost translucent. Wherever the light shone, the transparency increased, to the point that even the tiny, dark blue, worm-like capillaries were clearly visible. The transparency gradually decreased towards the backlight, slowly blurring the outline.

The two originally small, regular pink areolas, supporting the erect nipples, had also become swollen, spreading irregularly outwards, like a scene rendered in traditional Chinese ink painting, the 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's hand slapped his wife's hemispherical breasts, causing them to bounce violently.

It reminded the old beggar of bouncing a ball!

Not a ball! A flesh ball!

A woman's flesh ball! A fairy's flesh ball!

Only one pair in the world!

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

straddled his wife's head, knee bent, his buttocks bobbing up and down. Clearly, he wanted to sit on his wife's breasts, but he hesitated. He didn't know how much this action would provoke the fairy, what if he angered his wife…

The old beggar's eyes shrank back, his black penis drooping and swaying. At this moment, his buttocks sank slightly lower than before, and accidentally, his semi-erect penis touched his wife's face. The old beggar panicked and tried to stand up quickly, but he lost his balance and sat down instead, his entire weight pressing down on his wife's breasts. "Ah—"

his wife cried out in surprise, waking up from her slumber, but only waking up; her consciousness was still under the control of 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, and a desire to gallop away arose within him.

One hand gripped his wife's hair, like a rein...

The old soldier from the enemy country held tightly to the reins of his white warhorse, struggling to tame his mount. The horse leaped and thrashed, unwilling to be captured by its enemy boss, trying to throw the old soldier off again, but it was firmly controlled by the reins.

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

The old soldier knew that riding the unruly warhorse was only the first step; taming it was the key. Only then would the warhorse become a draft horse for his cart and plowing fields.

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

His wife's long, shiny black hair cascaded down her upper body, two strands falling in front of her full breasts. With each sway of her body, the hair tossed back and forth beside her bouncing breasts, the black and white contrasting beautifully, making the old beggar's eyes blaze with desire.

The old beggar's lust had long since reached its limit; now, all he could think about was how to toy with his wife.

Looking at her waist-length hair, he suddenly conceived a lewd plan.

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

The delicate nipple was tightened by his own hair, and his wife trembled, her brows furrowing in pain.

"Hehe..."

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

"Ah..."

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

The old beggar then pulled another small lock of her hair to her right breast, tying it around her right nipple. Her breasts were lifted high by the hair, the hair binding the nipples taut.

At the bottom of his wife's lower abdomen was a tuft of pubic hair, forming a regular inverted triangle. Her pubic hair was quite long, but each strand was curved, soft and smooth, obediently lying on her raised mons pubis. The satin-black pubic hair stood out strikingly 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, his wife 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 her pubic hair a few times, making it fluffy from the semen clinging to her snow-white abdomen. He then pulled a strand of her long hair and quickly tied it together with her pubic hair!

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

“…Ah, no…”

The wife's face flushed red 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 pulled painfully by her own hair.

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

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

The old beggar had heard other vagrants boast about this position, a variation of the “old man pushing a cart” position called “Cold Duck Swimming in Water,” which he now imitated.

Unlike the “rear-entry” position used in male-female sex, this “Cold Duck Swimming in Water” was more insidious, mainly used to toy with and torment 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 stomach pressed against the bed. She must kneel and crawl on the ground like a dog—extremely lewd, extremely humiliating, and incredibly 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 vaginal closure is very tight, allowing for a much greater depth of penetration than in other positions. Therefore, the impact and stimulation experienced by the woman are much more intense.

At this moment, in the bedroom, a sexy, elegant, fair-skinned, and voluptuous woman is kneeling humiliatingly before the crotch of a thin, wounded, rough-skinned old beggar who constantly exudes a foul odor.

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

His rough penis instinctively rises high, eager to try and conquer the goddess before him.

Full, rounded breasts, a slender waist, round and perky buttocks, coupled with an angelic face.

The old beggar had lost himself, completely immersed in this paradise.

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

"Mmm—"

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

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

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

The old soldier from the enemy country smiled happily, letting the well-built, robust white warhorse beneath him sway vigorously, swaying himself in response! What a handsome, strong, tall horse! What a wonderful ride! He rode a beautiful foreign horse, holding the reins and controlling its direction and speed with his black whip! "

Be my steed!" The enemy veteran cracked his black whip, urging his warhorse on the road home, to show off his conquered horse to his neighbors. No, no longer a wild, unruly warhorse, but a tamed mare! A tamed foreign horse!

The victor charged triumphantly, flaunting his control over this mare!

His wife remained in this humiliating and strenuous position, panting and sweating profusely, struggling to maintain the posture. The tugging of her nipples and the obscene long hair around her genitals completely subdued 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 excitement, making it a little out of his reach, he would simply slap her buttocks hard, and she would instinctively lower her buttocks like a docile mare.

The old soldier from the enemy country skillfully drove the mare beneath him to run faster and faster, the white horse completely bound by the reins and unable to break free, sweating profusely, running wildly and futilely. The rider on her back became more and more skilled, straddling the white horse, the evil black leather whip lashing the horse more and more frequently and with greater force!

Under the final, fierce lash of the black leather whip, the white horse could not bear the pain, and with a mighty rear-up, neighing, it broke free of the reins!

"Bang—"

With a sound, the wife straightened her body and collapsed onto the bed, dozens of black, oily pubic hairs of varying lengths and curly shapes scattered all over her snow-white body...

Chapter 14: Awakening from the Dream

A misty fairyland, with verdant, majestic mountains, crystal-clear turquoise waters, and a deep, azure sky. Winding paths meander through the landscape, fragrant grasses sway in the breeze, and peonies bloom in vibrant colors. This timeless garden possesses natural beauty, natural harmony, and natural tranquility. Rouxue strolled through this fairyland. Where was she? Rouxue asked herself in surprise, wondering how she had arrived in this fairyland. Even more astonishing was the discovery that she was completely naked. Rouxue felt no shame; in this fairyland, any clothing would be superfluous, unworthy of this place. More importantly, through the mist ahead, Rouxue saw her husband, also naked, opening his arms and smiling to welcome her.

This was Eden, the Eden of Mu Rouxue and Shen Xiangyun!

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 burning desire of having his glans squeezed. He gripped her plump buttocks tightly, violently pressing her private parts even closer. His hands pressed against her buttocks, rubbing his glans against her delicate skin. "You're my woman! I want you..."

the old beggar said, increasing his speed until he finally shouted, forcefully grabbing his wife's firm calves and lifting them upwards, violently spreading her beautiful legs, 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 now squeezed into an oval shape by his knees. Her delicate body arched like a shrimp, her slender waist seeming as if it might break at any moment.

"No..."

The 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 the 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 the moist, hot petals, rubbing lightly up and down a few times in the crevice. It immediately became shiny and glistening.

Women, especially mature women, are like this. No matter what their views or feelings are towards you, once there has been physical contact and an orgasm has been reached, then subsequent intimacy will be particularly cooperative and compliant.

"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, in the unconscious sexual arousal before, the wife's vagina had already received the old beggar's thick penis many times and was somewhat accustomed to it, but now, with her mind clear, her cry was tinged with pain, and her beautiful face was slightly contorted.

The wife began to twist her body from side to side, trying to squeeze her legs together, but the old beggar's waist was pressing down on her hips. Even with her legs clamped, she could only squeeze his waist and thighs, completely unable to protect herself.

Two pink labia majora, like a small mouth, tightly sucked on the old beggar's glans. The tight, warm opening of her vagina gently enveloped the dark glans and contracted continuously, as if massaging it.

The gentle wife suddenly realized that the old beggar seemed to be unprotected, inserting his penis naked.

The usually chaste wife quickly twisted her full, beautiful buttocks and used one hand to push the old beggar, preventing his penis from going any deeper.

"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 her tight vagina, causing her some pain as she remained conscious, but the hot penis also gave her a vague sense of fulfillment.

The gentle wife, pushing the old beggar away, whispered, "Slow down, slow down, it hurts, don't... don't go in any further."

The old beggar, gritting his teeth, continued to push his rough, thick penis into his wife's tight passage. A dark, ugly penis slowly disappeared into her vagina.

Reaching the deepest point, the old beggar thrust in hard. His penis was fully inside her, and an indescribable feeling of comfort and a pleasurable sucking sensation spread throughout his body. The vaginal walls felt like a massage, enveloping his penis in blissful pleasure.

The wife shuddered slightly from the old beggar's final, powerful thrust, and before she could return to her original position, the old beggar's thrusts came again, 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 the cycle 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 15: Telephone Horror

Chapter 15: 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 held any intimidating power over 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…I am…”

“What am I…what am I?”

“I am…I am…my man!”

His wife’s extremely sensitive body could no longer withstand the old beggar’s assault; she collapsed, both physically and mentally, and gave up resisting him. “Ah…you are my man!…ah…”

His wife abandoned her shyness, crying out 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. Startled by the ringtone, she seemed to regain her senses.

It turned out that she had set a different ringtone for my calls; Rouxue knew 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 his relentless thrusting, and she found herself swaying up and down with his movements. The fullness of the old beggar's penis inside her, coupled with the guilt of her betrayal, 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 agonized.

The old beggar looked at her phone, seemingly noticing her picture. The possessiveness and jealousy of this man in his fifties finally erupted. He suddenly stopped, freeing his hand from his wife's breast to grab the phone. He did something astonishing: he answered the call.

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

The jealous old beggar thought, "Damn it, no matter who you're jealous of, you're under me now, my cock is still inside you, you're my woman." "Wife, what are you doing? Have you eaten?"

My voice came through the phone.

Hearing my voice, my 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, hearing my voice, instantly lost his mind and desperately spread my wife's long legs wide, pressing them tightly against her sides, making her unable to move. The old beggar vigorously rubbed and roughly fondled my wife's protruding breasts. Shallow bruises appeared on my wife's snow-white, 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 heightened arousal, grew even harder, thrusting deeply into his wife's vagina until it was fully inside, making a crisp "smack" sound.

"What was that sound? Rou'er?"

I heard the "smack" through the receiver.

"Ah...husband, I...I bumped into the table...boohoo..."

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 flirting with another man gave him the urge to punish her severely.

His penis quickly withdrew to the entrance of her vagina, then thrust in again with a loud "smack" of flesh colliding! The penis was quickly withdrawn to its outermost position…

The wife reacted even faster; she understood the old beggar was deliberately making a thumping sound. Her hand swiftly moved to the opening of her vagina, her fingers curling like a spring to cushion the impact at the point of penetration.

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

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

The 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.

She hoped her voice could drown out the sounds of their lewd intercourse, but after speaking, she looked timidly at the old beggar who was still on top of her, continuing to fondle 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 already..."

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

"Mmm... Oh... Sin, the signal is 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 was back in our intimate moments. I was leaning back in my chair, eyes closed, while I was playing mahjong. My teardrop-shaped breasts would swell and become round and swell when aroused, a full D-cup size. This secret belonged only to my wife and me.

"Ah, no—"

A long, sweet cry suddenly came from the other end of the line. My wife usually liked to be coquettish with me, but this one 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, husband—"

my wife said coquettishly.

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

"Hehe, it's my fault, husband..."

"That's true..."

My wife's coquettish voice slowed down.

My gentle wife tried to maintain her usual tone while enduring the intense stimulation from the old beggar's thrusts. My delicate wife could only helplessly shake her head, weakly pushing the old beggar away with one hand, her tear-filled eyes looking pitifully at him, as if saying, "Please, please, don't go any further, please don't go any further!" But at this moment, the old beggar was like a mad dog; how could my weak wife resist? 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," his 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 top of her smooth, jade-like body, thrusting repeatedly, thick, foul-smelling semen continuously injecting into her sacred womb.

"Ugh, ah...nothing...nothing, husband, I miss you!"

his wife said, tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with sobs.

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

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 entered the online game "Great Naval Battle."

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

These past two days, our fleet's "torpedo boats of the Beibu Gulf" have been calling me constantly. Because I was away, 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 my bedroom, the old beggar was wrestling with my wife—a one-sided battle!

The old beggar placed his hands on his wife's knees and pressed them apart, making her legs spread wide like a split. Her labia parted, and he pressed his body down, thrusting his thick, long penis deeper into her tight vagina. The

gentle wife sensed from the irregular trembling of his penis that he was about to ejaculate and cried out, "Today is my ovulation period! Don't ejaculate inside!"

But the illiterate old beggar had no idea about ovulation. He was like a ferocious hunting dog, growling, "You're my woman, so I have to ejaculate inside you. My woman has to let me ejaculate inside her!"

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

The old beggar could no longer restrain himself. His face contorted in a frenzied roar, he erupted… his filthy semen, like a raging torrent, violently spurted into the goddess's pure, sacred place 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 period, 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 continuously from her vagina.

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

This intense guilt made her unable to hold back her tears.

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

"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 with a thud, repeatedly slapping his own mouth, 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 was unbearably itchy, my whole body felt like it 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 don’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, limped back to the guest room with his cane.

That night, the kind-hearted Rouxue spent her time struggling with inner conflict…

That night, I spent my time leading the fleet to victory after victory…

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