Hospital treatment room

"Dr. Haga, please sit on that examination table." The man wearing frameless glasses pointed to the gynecological examination table in the center of the room.

The long-haired beauty, who had entered the room with three men in white, obediently walked over. She gently sat on the front third of the chair, her slender upper body reclining on the slightly tilted back, her long, jade-like legs raised to the armrests, her buttocks protruding forward, half of her buttocks dangling in the air.

The other two men took black leather straps placed to the side and secured the beauty on the examination table. First, they twisted her hands behind the chair, then used a one-centimeter-wide strap to twist an "8" in front of her chest and tie it to the back of the chair along with her upper arms. Perhaps dissatisfied with the angle between her legs, the two men grabbed her left and right ankles and pulled them apart until her hip bones made a terrible "crack, crack" sound, before they tightened the straps.

During the binding process, the beauty did not let out a heart-wrenching scream, but only panted softly with a pale face.

Bathed in the men's gaze, her bound body underwent subtle changes: her light brown nipples swelled and stood erect, her genitals, which had been lying flat against her crotch, began to slowly engorge and rise, and between her buttocks, which had been spread to their limit, her swollen anus writhed as if inviting the men's caresses.

But the three men in white only let their eyes wander over this lewd body again and again.

“Ah~~No~~No~~”

“We didn’t touch you.”

“No~~Ah~~No~Don’t just look~~”

“What do you want us to do?”

“Touch~~Ah ha~~Touch me~~”

The men lightly touched some innocuous places.

“No~~No~”

“Then please make your request clear!”

“…Embarrassed~~”

“Is that so?” The men stopped what they were doing.

“No~~Don’t stop~Touch~~Ah~Touch me~~~”

“Where?” The men pressed on.

“Ugh~~Touch~~Touch my asshole~~Ah ha~Touch~Touch my~dirty penis~Ugh~~Ha~And~And~And my nipples!!!”

“Got it.” The men nodded in satisfaction.

“Hey, didn’t you shave this morning?”

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry~~”

“I can’t do anything with you.” The mustachioed man in charge of touching the penis turned around and took out an electric razor from the table, placing the regularly vibrating, painless shaving head on the already hard penis.

"Ah~~ Ah~~ So good~~ So comfortable~~" The handsome man on the treatment table moaned lewdly.

"How many times have I told you, you have to shave every day, otherwise the new stubble will prick your hands the next day."

"Yes~~ I'm sorry~"

"Eijing, shave the area around his cunt too."

"Okay!"

"Eee~~ Ah~~ Ah!!!"

The shaving head wandered around the sensitive cunt, occasionally rolling over the everted flesh. The cunt, which was often used for anal sex, loosened under the intense stimulation of the shaving head, and streams of white mucus gushed out.

"Slap!" A bright red handprint was left on the peach-like buttocks.

"Close your mouth! I haven't made you spit out the nutrient solution yet!"

"I-I'm sorry."

"Ah~~~ Ah~~~~ I can't take it anymore~~ Please, please examine me~~~ Ah ha~~ I~ I want~~~"

The men exchanged glances, and the man with the mustache continued to stimulate the handsome man on the treatment table with the electric razor in his hand. The blade darted between the red nipples on the man's chest and the two balls beneath his penis. His erect penis glistened with precum, the rounded glans shimmering with a lascivious sheen.

"You can't even handle this, you little slut?"

"Ah~~~ Good~~ So good~~ So comfortable~~!"

"Yingjing, tie that thing up. It's too early to ejaculate now."

"Understood!" The bearded man gave an OK sign to the bespectacled man who was preparing to check the equipment, took out a thin hemp rope, and tightly wrapped it three times around the base of the man's penis, twisting it at the junction of the balls and shaft, then tying a knot between the balls.

"Eee~~~ Eee~~~~ Ah!!!" The man shook his head helplessly. His aroused desire was abruptly cut off, and a tear slid down his cheek.

At this moment, the curly-haired man, who had remained silent, connected the black hose in the pool and then found a red plastic bucket somewhere.

With preparations complete, the three men gathered around the examination table.

"Cao Teng, you're the internist, check his heartbeat and temperature."

The curly-haired man put on his stethoscope, holding the cold instrument, and hovered it between the handsome man's open legs.

"Ah!"

The hot body jerked slightly at the cold stimulation, but it didn't affect the examiner. The stethoscope paused briefly on the rounded bulb, then moved to the erect shaft, pressing on the protruding veins. Perhaps unsure of the result, the stethoscope rubbed against the wet glans a few times, the silver instrument glistening with precum.

"Lick it clean!!"

After the examination, the curly-haired man held the wet instrument in front of the handsome man, who first licked it with his tongue, then swallowed it with a "gulp."

Pulling out the instruments, the curly-haired man grinned and said, "Little slut, it's a bit early. I'll feed you later."

He then pulled a mercury thermometer from his pocket, shook it in the air to make sure the temperature was below the mark, and rinsed it a few times in a bottle of 10% alcohol for basic disinfection.

The curly-haired man bent down, grasping the handsome man's engorged, purplish-red penis with one hand, and holding the disinfected thermometer in the other, aiming it at the glans, which was constantly oozing precum.

"Not lubricated enough?"

"Hey! With so much precum, I was worried it'd slip out!"

"Hahaha!" The three men exchanged laughter.

The curly-haired man didn't stop, slowly pressing the glass thermometer into the handsome man's urethra.

"Ouch~~~It hurts~~No~~It hurts so much~~~~"

"Liar, your little mouth down there is saying it so happily!"

"Ouch~~~Ouch~~~~"

"After pressing in about 4 centimeters, revealing a mark above 36, the curly-haired man stopped, looking at his watch to calculate the time.

More than 5 minutes later, the man pulled the thermometer out of the handsome man's penis, with a long silver thread trailing from the end.

"37.5 degrees, a slight fever! Let's give him a fever-reducing injection!"

The men nodded in agreement.

"Up or down?"

"Up, but first let him get out what he had last time, then we'll play with both up and down later."

"Quick, you little slut, spit out yesterday's nutrient solution!"

"No, no!"

"Don't worry, we'll feed you fresh one later."

"No~~"

"Slap, slap!" The man slapped the white buttocks hard a few times.

"Just pull it out, quickly pull out the semen that was poured into your ass yesterday!!!"

Knowing he couldn't escape, the handsome man resigned himself to his fate and relaxed all his strength. His vulva opened wide, revealing its dark shaft. He focused his energy on his lower abdomen, and with a "splat," a stream of white fluid flowed into the red bucket below. As if triggering other senses, other filth besides the semen also uncontrollably fell into the red bucket.

"Ugh~ It stinks!"

"Did he still get an upset stomach after drinking so much semen?"

"Yesterday's semen is still very fresh!"

The men chattered amongst themselves, and the handsome man, who thought he had long lost all sense of shame, found himself shedding tears of shame.

"Let's wash his anus first! I don't want to see a hole covered in filth later!"

The bespectacled man said, pulling over a black hose filled with water. A powerful jet of water sprayed onto the open vulva, causing the handsome man to gasp repeatedly.

Giving a wink to the other two men, the bespectacled man exerted force, and the thick black hose was forced into the open vulva. Streams of cool water rushed into his intestines, causing the handsome man to convulse violently.

The curly-haired man then aimed his bulging crotch at the handsome man's cherry lips.

"Little slut, you've been waiting impatiently, haven't you? Now I'll give you your favorite fever-reducing injection."

"Yeah, and there's my nutrient solution later!" the mustachioed man chimed in.

The handsome man frowned, enduring the rush of water and the throbbing pain inside him, trembling as he bit down on the man's zipper, pressing his head tightly against the man's crotch as he wriggled to remove the man's fierce penis.

"Hehe, you like it, don't you!"

"Mmm, I like it!"

"You have to serve me well!"

The handsome man extended his nimble tongue and roamed over the man's shaft, then "gulp" as he took the ferocious weapon into his mouth, his pretty face swelling up as the huge penis filled his mouth.

"Mmm, good, suck tighter, good, good..." The man, his hands bound, diligently used his mouth to please the man.

The man's swollen belly, round and plump like a woman ten months pregnant, remained inside the man's body until it became a translucent flesh color. Only then did the bespectacled man turn off the water, leaving the black hose inside. With the fluid completely retained, the man began to violently slap the protruding abdomen, making a "thump-thump" sound.

"Hey, don't forget about the top just because you're having fun down there!" the man roared, grabbing the man's chin and shaking his hips wildly. His penis slammed against the man's throat repeatedly, causing saliva to drip from the corners of his mouth.

The man's movements became faster and faster, nearing climax, when suddenly the man with the bespectacled penis pulled out of the hose, a jet of water gushing out. The pleasure of expulsion relaxed the man's tense nerves, and a stream of viscous fluid sprayed into his open trachea, choking him and bringing a blush to his pale cheeks, adding a touch of life. Semen, which he couldn't swallow in time, slid down his lips.

“Be careful next time, what if he chokes?” the curly-haired man said reproachfully.

“No, he’s so resilient, it’ll be fine. Besides, isn’t he even cuter now?”

“That’s true.”

After a brief pause in their argument, the men’s attention refocused. A thin stream of water continued to flow from the trembling anus. The men knew the climax of the game was approaching.

The bespectacled man pulled out a bird-beak-shaped anal dilator from among a pile of instruments. The cold, red-copper device expanded the handsome man's anus to the size of a tennis ball, exposing the deep intestines to the men's view. To get a clearer view, each man held a lighter. The flickering flames not only illuminated the dark entrance but also occasionally licked the tender white buttocks. Each time, the handsome man would tremble and cry out, his dark red intestinal tract writhing with tension. To add to the fun, the bespectacled man took out several oil paintbrushes, thickly dipped them in an unknown liquid, and applied the liquid to the red flesh walls of the anus again and again. The painful cries turned into sweet, wanton moans.

When the stiff oil paintbrush scraped over the sensitive spots inside the flesh, the handsome man finally couldn't help but shout, "Ahhh!!! Let me cum, ah~~ cum!!!"

"Okay," the men said, holding up their lighters and letting the flames burn the hemp rope tightly embedded in his genitals. This was tantamount to flames directly scorching the handsome man's genitals.

"Ah~~No~~It's hot!! Don't burn~~~Ahhh!!!"

His genitals were mercilessly roasted, and his prostate was aroused by the scratching of the brush, stirring up intense sexual desire. The combination of whip and honey made the handsome man lose his mind and scream wildly.

"Good~~No~~No~It doesn't hurt!~~So good~~So comfortable~~Ah~~~"

The men watched the seductive snake dance wildly, mesmerized, until Ma Sheng was burned off, and white, cloudy liquid sprayed out from his purplish-red penis, marking the end of the performance.

Complete

work: Shadow of Evil Love Side Story: Intoxication

Today was a beautiful, sunny day, but for the past few days, the entire Diaz Castle had been shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere.

Every servant in the castle was trembling with fear, doing their work with extra care, for fear of being caught in the tail end of the typhoon and not even knowing how they died.

The reason for the incident was simple: it was Mira's birthday the day before yesterday, but Lance forgot due to being busy with work. By the time he remembered, Mira had been angry all day. No matter how much Lance apologized, Mira ignored him.

Yesterday afternoon, Lance went to Mira's room with a gift he had bought to apologize, intending to sincerely apologize, but Mira gave him a cold and sarcastic remark. Realizing he was in the wrong, Lance initially wanted to swallow his anger, but when he saw the gift Kai had given him on the table, he became furious.

It turned out that Kai's gift was exactly the same as Lance's.

Feeling uncomfortable, Lance said some very unpleasant things, which made Mira, who was already unhappy, even angrier. So the two started arguing.

In the end, Lance angrily ran out of the castle, while Mira cried all night.

"I really don't understand what he's thinking!" An angry Lance went to Mei and poured out his grievances.

Seeing his friend's distressed face, Mei simply smiled.

"Lance, I think this is your fault."

"Mei, even you won't help me!" Lance slammed his wine glass down on the table in anger.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, but it's clearly your fault. First, you forgot Mira's birthday, then you got jealous out of nowhere, and finally you ran away from home. Tell me, weren't you going too far? If I were Mira, I would be angry too."

"But... I didn't mean to... I just... I just couldn't control myself..."

"I know you didn't mean to, but you hurt Mira deeply. You two have been through so much together, why couldn't you cherish it a little more? I think you should know how precious true love is, and how much harder it is to maintain a relationship than to gain love. You're only just beginning, there's a long road ahead, you can't keep arguing, can you? Although sometimes arguments can help, it's not good if it's constant. Lance, I think you know that Mira is just throwing a tantrum, you should be more accommodating to her, instead of making her even more upset. I'm sure she's crying her eyes out at home right now. You should go back and check on her."

"...No... I don't want to go back..."

"Lance!" Lance's stubbornness was driving Mei crazy. All that he'd said was for nothing. "So what do you want?"

"I know it's my fault, but I'm just too ashamed to go back..."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"Let me stay one night."

"...Just one night?"

“Just one night.”

“…Okay then. But you must go back tomorrow.” Mei urged him worriedly.

“Yeah, I know. By the way, how are things between you and that guy?”

Mei smiled bitterly upon hearing this. “What else could happen? He’s always so indifferent to me. To him, I’m just a small stone, a stone that can relieve his pain.”

“Mei…” Lance didn’t know how to comfort him when he saw the painful look in Mei’s eyes. In the end, he could only sigh deeply.

“Mei, I think you should give up. Why be so persistent about someone who will never see you? If you continue like this, the hurt you suffer will only get deeper…”

“I know, I understand, but… I just… can’t do it…”

“Mei…”

“So, Lance… promise me, you must be happy… you must… you must…”

Mei gripped Lance’s shoulders tightly with both hands, “You’re my best friend, so I want you to be happy. You must cherish your relationship with Mira…”

“Yes, Mei. I understand… thank you…”

“It’s good that you really understand.” Mei smiled, “You can have this room, I’m going to sleep next door. You must come back tomorrow morning.” After saying that, Mei got up and walked towards the door.

Just as Mei opened the door, Lance called out to him again from behind.

“Mei…”

“Huh?” Mei turned around and looked directly at Lance.

Lance's smile held a hint of shyness, but more so, sincerity. "Thank you, Mei. Thank you so much."

Hearing Lance's words, Mei smiled broadly. "You silly goose, we're friends."

The next morning, Lance hurried back to Diaz Castle.

The first thing Lance did upon returning was to rush to Mira's bedroom.

He gently pushed open the door and tiptoed to the bedside. Sure enough, Mira lay on the bed with red, swollen eyes; she had clearly cried all night. Lance

felt a pang of pain in his heart. Overwhelmed with guilt, he sat on the edge of the bed. Just as he reached out to touch Mira's hair, a strong smell of alcohol wafted towards him. Lance

frowned and looked around. His eyes fell on two bottles of liquor on the bedside table on the other side of the bed. One bottle was empty, and the other was only a little over half full.

It seemed Mira had truly been heartbroken yesterday. Looking at the bottles, Lance smiled bitterly.

Ever since Mira learned that he couldn't hold his liquor for more than three drinks, he hadn't touched a drop. Yet last night he had drowned his sorrows in alcohol… Thinking of this, Lance's heart ached.

"I'm sorry… Mira… It's all my fault. I promised I would cherish you and love you. But I failed, instead often hurting you, making you cry and heartbroken… I'm sorry, so very sorry… My Mira… my darling…"

Lance murmured, lowering his head and placing a light, butterfly-like kiss on the corner of Mira's eye, gently wiping away the tears.

"I love you, Mira…"

"Lan… Lan… Lance…?" Mira opened his slightly drunken eyes, taking a long time to recognize the person before him.

"Yes, it's me." Lance kissed Mira's forehead again.

"Lance…" When Mira recognized Lance, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

Mira threw herself into Lance's arms. "Lance...Lance...Is it really you? Lance...Please, never leave me again...The nights without you are so lonely and cold, unbearable...Lance...I never want to lose you again...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so harsh with you, I'm so sorry, so sorry..."

Seeing Mira's agitated expression, Lance kissed her deeply. In that deep kiss, Mira's words and tears vanished.

Lance used his nimble tongue to pry open Mira's lips and delve deep inside, like a small snake darting around in Mira's mouth, eagerly plundering its saliva.

Mira cooperated by intertwining her tongue with his, their lips pressed together in a tender embrace, making the deep, passionate kiss even longer...After a long while, Lance reluctantly removed his lips from Mira's.

Mira breathed heavily, a thin layer of mist rising in her eyes from the passionate kiss. Her rosy cheeks were filled with a captivating expression, and her lips, swollen and red from the kiss, parted slightly, as if inviting someone to enter… Seeing this, Lance couldn't resist kissing her again… His tongue darted and prowled in Mira's mouth, licking past her pearly teeth before continuing its advance… At the same time, Lance's hands, not to be outdone, lifted Mira's shirt, slowly moving upwards, lingering near her clitoris.

Lance's actions made Mira gasp, her body beginning to writhe uncontrollably.

Broken moans escaped from Mira's deeply choked mouth.

After a long while, Lance finally ended the passionate kiss. He lowered his head, shifting his attention to Mira's neck.

"Mmm… ah… Lance… mmm…"

Amid Mira's soft moans, beautiful red marks were imprinted on Mira's neck. Against her snow-white skin, it was incredibly beautiful.

Lance's lips moved down little by little, and Mira's clothes were unknowingly removed. Completely naked, her skin was a beautiful pink from the lingering effects of the alcohol.

"So...so beautiful...you're so beautiful...my Mira..." Lance praised, then lowered his head and kissed her right nipple.

"Ah..." Lance's actions elicited another cry from Mira, her body tensing instantly.

Lance first licked the small red dot with the tip of his tongue, sweeping it back and forth, causing Mira's body to tremble slightly. Then he began to grind and gnaw at the clearly distorted nipple with his teeth, occasionally biting and tugging at the tip.

With Lance's actions, Mira's soft moans grew louder, and her reason gradually faded.

Lance only released her when her right nipple was covered in his saliva, glistening and alluring. He moved his lips to the left clitoris, treating it the same way, making Mira's already slightly erect member even harder.

A series of wet, hot kisses landed on Mira's chest and abdomen. As Mira groaned from unsatisfied desire, Lance's fingers gently probed into Mira's vagina. The narrow passage instantly clamped down on Lance's fingers.

Because it hadn't been lubricated, Mira's vagina felt a little dry, which caused Lance's fingers to encounter resistance, and also made Mira frown slightly. Her hands gripping Lance's shoulders tightened even more.

"L-Lance, it hurts...it hurts so much..."

Unable to bear seeing Mira suffer, Lance quickly withdrew his fingers. He looked up and his gaze fell on the half-finished bottle of red wine.

Looking at the bottle, Lance smiled wickedly.

Lance used his hands to spread Mira's white legs as wide as possible, and then he made Mira hug her knees with her hands, trying to bring them as close to her body as possible. In this way, Mira's tightly closed vulva was exposed to Lance's eyes.

Because of shyness, Mira's already rosy body was tinged with an even brighter red, and her vulva, as if infected by his shyness, opened and closed slightly, revealing the pink, alluring flesh inside.

Lance took the bottle of wine and took a sip. Then he lowered his head, used his tongue to pry open Mira's opening, and slowly poured the red wine from his mouth into Mira's vagina… “Ah…no, no…Lance…no…” Mira struggled violently after her initial shock, but Lance held down Mira's legs with one hand, rendering her completely immobile.

“Don't move. I'm doing this for your own good. You don't want to be in more pain, do you?” Lance said, taking another sip and slowly feeding it into Mira's vagina.

“But…but…” Mira continued to struggle, almost crying with anxiety. “It's too embarrassing…stop…I don't want to…”

“Heh…we've done things even more embarrassing than this, what's this?” Lance chuckled and poured another sip.

The icy wine instantly became hot upon entering Mira's body, and Mira, already slightly drunk, was now completely intoxicated. Her body went limp on the bed, unable to muster any strength, and she could only submit to Lance's manipulation.

Lance sipped the wine repeatedly until the red liquid overflowed from Mira's opening,

then he stopped. Mira was already in tears.

Lance kissed away her tears, his face full of heartache. "Silly girl, what's there to cry about?"

"I...I..." Mira couldn't speak; instead, more tears welled up in her eyes.

"Don't cry, your tears break my heart." Lance's kisses lingered on Mira's face, while his hand quietly slipped into her anus.

Because of the wine, Lance's first finger entered almost effortlessly.

His fingers moved along the inner walls of Mira's anus, occasionally caressing her.

Gradually, Mira's breathing became heavier, and her chest heaved more.

Seeing this, Lance inserted a second finger, the two fingers constantly pushing and stretching inside Mira's vagina, trying to loosen it.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." Mira's moans grew louder, his body writhing uncontrollably. His desire made him forget his previous shyness, wanting only more.

At this moment, Lance had three fingers inside Mira. Three fingers were simultaneously moving in and out of Mira's vagina, accompanied by the overflowing red wine inside her. With each insertion, a little more wine spilled out... Watching the lewd scene before him, Lance felt his mouth go dry, and his penis stood erect.

"Lance...Lance...I want...I want...come in quickly..." Mira, consumed by lust, lost all reason, pleading with Lance to fill him.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Lance stripped off his clothes. He withdrew his fingers from Mira's vagina and, as Mira screamed in emptiness, thrust his penis deep inside her... "Ah..." Mira screamed again, but this time it was a scream of satisfaction.

Mira tightly wrapped her trembling legs around Lance's waist, her entire body moving back and forth with his rhythm... Mira's vagina gripped Lance's penis tightly, each withdrawal eliciting a dissatisfied moan from Mira, each entry causing him to scream... Tears welled in Mira's eyes from this assaulted pleasure, and in moments of passion, her fingers would leave bloody welts on Lance's back.

The pain only fueled Lance's frenzied movements... The bed creaked and groaned from their passion... "Lance... I love you... I love you... ah, ah..." In the moment of climax, Mira, tears streaming down her face, poured out her love.

Upon hearing Mira's sweet words, Lance also reached his climax... Waves of hot love fluid shot into Mira's body, intensifying his already heightened state of ecstasy... The entire bedroom was filled with the warmth of spring...

After their lovemaking, Lance held his precious treasure tightly in his arms. He lovingly brushed the wetness from Mira's face behind her head.

Looking at Mira's closed eyes, Lance gently kissed her lips, "I love you, Mira. Forever..." Then, Lance embraced Mira and drifted into a sweet dream... A gentle breeze stirred the sheer curtains by the window; everything was so peaceful, so serene...

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