Spring Dreams Leave No Trace

On the old nanmu bed, He Fangzhi opened her eyes, staring blankly into the dark room.

Another erotic dream. It had been a week since she moved into the new house, and this week, day and night, every time she fell asleep, she would have an erotic dream. From the initial rape dream, she gradually got used to it, and recently she even had a slight anticipation for it. Lately, she didn't resist much in her dreams anymore; more often, she enjoyed the orgasms she couldn't achieve in reality. In her dreams, she had an opponent whose face she could never see, only hear his hoarse voice, and feel his large, hard penis. She glanced at her husband beside her, thinking, "It's just a dream, it's okay..." He Fangzhi reached down to her genitals, and touched them—her hand was wet again. Helpless, she had to get out of bed to change.

"Bang!" A-Xiang was startled awake by the sound. Blurry, he groped for his glasses on the bedside table. At first, he couldn't see anything clearly, but after a while, he finally saw the floor, where He Fangzhi was lying motionless. He immediately sensed something was wrong, ran out of bed, and helped his wife up…

At 3 a.m., the couple returned home from the hospital. Ah Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief; it was just a false alarm, the doctor said it was just low blood sugar. But He Fangzhi felt uneasy, though she couldn't pinpoint the reason.

Nothing happened that night, and the next day Ah Xiang went out as usual. He Fangzhi felt a little depressed and lay in bed for a long time, only getting up at noon. She sat at the computer for a while, then as soon as she stood up, she collapsed to the ground with a "thud" and fainted.

In her unconscious state, she dreamed of that person again and heard that voice: "You're about to die. If you don't want to die, find the hidden compartment by your bedside; there's something there that can save your life."

He Fangzhi weakly opened her eyes; the sun had already set. This time, she had been unconscious for over two hours. He Fangzhi felt increasingly uneasy. Suddenly remembering the voice in her dream, she went to the bedside and carefully searched. Sure enough, there was a square tile on the wall above the bed that was slightly different from the rest. She took a screwdriver and pried it up, revealing a beautiful sandalwood box inside. She took the box to the dressing table and opened it. Inside was a beautiful porcelain pipe, about 12 or 13 centimeters long, and a small bag of tobacco leaves. The tobacco didn't smell pungent; instead, it had a slightly sweet aroma. Whether out of trust in her "adulterer" from her dream or curiosity about the exquisite pipe, He Fangzhi didn't hesitate much and began to fill the pipe with tobacco. She opened the large window, lit the pipe, and took a light puff. There was no harsh, pungent smoke; instead, a fragrant, light smoke flowed smoothly down her throat. After smoking, He Fangzhi felt lightheaded, and her whole body felt light too. She took another drag, relaxing completely. The smoke drifted into the room, but lingered behind her, refusing to dissipate.

In the smoke, a figure materialized, blurry and almost unreal, a grinning mouth appearing behind her.

The figure, still shrouded in smoke, lifted He Fangzhi's skirt to her waist, pulling down her white panties to reveal her still-pink labia. A 10-centimeter-long, 5-6-centimeter-thick "smoking stick" extended from the figure's genitals, silently plunging into He Fangzhi's vagina. The figure then reached for He Fangzhi's breasts, kneading her large, bowl-shaped breasts through her clothes, manipulating them rhythmically. He Fangzhi seemed oblivious to all this, completely absorbed in the smoke, inhaling the euphoric aroma that gave her a feeling of floating on air.

The two of them, one with a cigarette, maintained this union for ten minutes. The cigarette was almost finished, and the human figure dissipated in the wind. He Fangzhi collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, as if she had lost her soul, her eyes misty and hazy. She heard that voice again: "Tonight, find your husband to satisfy you, you little slut, hee hee hee."

That night, He Fangzhi felt much better, though her face was deathly pale. That evening, she changed into a sexy nightgown and pleaded with A Xiang in a henpecked voice. How could A Xiang refuse such a beautiful wife? He immediately stripped naked and mounted her, making love three times that night, completely breaking his record. The usually reserved He Fangzhi became very uninhibited, using both her mouth and hands to make A Xiang go soft and hard repeatedly. And when A Xiang's strength waned, He Fangzhi would take the initiative, her fair and healthy body freely riding him. Her breasts jiggled wildly, her hair danced wildly, her demeanor unrestrained. She drained Ah Xiang dry.

After the passion subsided, He Fangzhi was held in Ah Xiang's arms. Ah Xiang was already fast asleep, snoring, but she kept her eyes open. She understood that her performance today was because of that cigarette, that voice, and this house. But she wasn't afraid. Her mind and heart were filled with the thrill of this unknown event, the pleasure brought by the magical tobacco, and finally, the strongest longing for the unprecedented orgasm brought by "that thing."

He Fangzhi wasn't an ignorant woman; on the contrary, she was a modern woman who dared to pursue her dreams. Because of this, although she vaguely guessed that there were some "things" in this house that science couldn't explain, she was more willing to explore, to try, to see what these "things" were. She felt that she wouldn't be afraid, nor would it affect her family. But she didn't realize that these thoughts were actually very terrifying, and the consequences were beyond her control.

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