The Cultural Revolution is buried

The scenery of the mountain village was like a masterpiece of ink wash painting, displayed in a museum, breathtakingly beautiful, like the "Peach Blossom Spring" described by Tao Yuanming. Truly, such a scene should only exist in heaven; how could one find such a blessing on earth? In that era of criticizing rightists, fighting capitalism, destroying the Four Olds, and battling authority, Han Lu, the principal of a school, inevitably became a sacrifice to the students filled with naive revolutionary impulses and her colleagues with their greedy and sordid humanity. She was criticized, expelled, and ultimately beaten to the ground and trampled upon from the school that held her family's hopes, glory, dreams, and countless efforts. When she learned that she would be sent to a small mountain village she had never known, one that couldn't even be found on a map, to undergo the so-called "re-education" of poor and lower-middle peasants, the last glimmer of hope in Han Lu's heart was shattered. But there were too many things that Han Lu couldn't bear to part with, and she couldn't, like her old friends and teachers, live with the idealism of a scholar who would rather die than give up.

Life's past unfolds vividly before my eyes, and the faces and voices of my dearest family and friends flash through my mind one after another, whether they are heartwarming or sorrowful. From her learned grandfather, her gentle and virtuous mother who studied abroad with her father, and her father whom she could only vaguely recall, to her beautiful and strong-willed aunt who cared for her like an older sister, to the butler of her grandfather whom she deeply disliked and his son who later became her uncle, to her innocent and pure first love and hazy and innocent friendship, to her beloved husband and the heart-wrenching pain of losing him forever, to her sweet and gentle daughter with whom she had depended for life since then and who she didn't know when she would see again, to the man to whom her daughter had entrusted her life, to the prestigious normal school that her grandfather founded in modern China, a place that produced many outstanding scholars in modern Chinese history and held an unparalleled position in the history of modern Chinese education, and to those students whose whereabouts were unknown, these things that Han Lu missed, cared about, and felt uneasy about were Han Lu's only life now, the only reason she was worth living.

In the dimly lit, dilapidated warehouse of the village supply and marketing cooperative, the primal, excited panting of a man echoed, occasionally interspersed with the ecstatic moans of a woman, hidden deep within her reserved body, yearning for carnal desire. Though still restrained, these moans were enough to ignite the lust in any normal man, making him even more eager to give his all to the woman lying beneath him, at his mercy.

"Ah...yes...I'm sorry, she's...Principal Han, I...I..." The man who had been restless and on top of the woman just moments before, dragging his thin, emaciated body like a child who had done something wrong, bowed his head in remorse and stepped aside. Only the white, graceful female body remained, languidly lying on the floor covered with a tattered military overcoat—clearly a place that hadn't been cleaned in a long time. Her fleshy thighs were still in the same position as when she had been having intercourse with the man, wide open, the high, bulging brown mons pubis between her legs resembling a steaming, freshly steamed buckwheat noodle. The steamed bun was completely exposed. If you didn't look closely, the slender slit on the bun would be almost invisible, hidden by the lush pubic hair hanging down like weeping willows. But now, the pubic hair was like willows after rain, black and oily, like a curtain, and had long been parted to both sides. Apart from the thick layer of white semen that covered the woman's plump mound, it was impossible to find that slender slit. The exquisitely closed vulva covered with semen was hard to believe that a man's penis had just been inserted there.

"You...you're...coming out..."

The woman sat up, her breasts, now freed from their bras, pressed tightly together. A deep cleavage rose and fell on her snow-white chest with her still-panting breaths. Her rounded breasts, no longer covered by the bra, sagged slightly, making them appear even softer. The two nipples, glistening with the man's saliva, blended seamlessly with the dark red areolas, like the snow-capped peak of Mount Fuji. They swayed gently with her drooping breasts, making it difficult to discern whether it was the full nipples that were bearing the weight of her soft breasts, or the softness of her breasts that made her overly plump nipples seem shyly dripping with desire.

"It's...coming out...I...sigh...I'm so useless, I...I haven't even gotten it in yet...I'm already...sigh, I...I'm really getting old!"

The old man felt like crying, his face filled with unease and frustration.

"Uncle Yang, you're not old... It's good that you're out..."

Han Lu looked down at the muddy mound of flesh between her legs, which had been sprayed by the man, with a slight sense of loss, while comforting the old man who looked like he was crying.

"Principal Han... I... I want to try again... can I?" The old man stammered, pleading with Han Lu, looking unwilling and afraid of being rejected. Han Lu was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting that this usually timid old man, who didn't even dare to look people in the eye, would ask for more after ejaculating. Although she was a little annoyed, she needed his help now, so she could only sigh helplessly. Han Lu now understood men's nature very well, because she herself had lost count of how many men had climbed onto her once virgin body. Men, whether old or young, regardless of their status or education, were always unsatisfied with beautiful women, and even this old man who could be her father was no exception.

"Uncle Yang, let me do it this time. You...you're not old, you can definitely...you can definitely do it..." Han Lu comforted him gently while offering encouragement that was not entirely sincere. The old man in front of her was usually timid, hunched over, and old enough to be her father. Even Han Lu herself doubted whether the old man could successfully penetrate her, even if he only ejaculated as soon as the glans entered. That would satisfy the vanity of this old man who clearly wouldn't give up until he was inside her. However, the penis in the man's pants, which had already been ejaculated, had shrunk into a small peanut in a clump of white pubic hair, pitifully resting on his two shriveled testicles, just like its owner, huddled up and lifeless.

"Or...or maybe I should just let him..."

Han Lu gritted her teeth, seemingly having made up her mind. She reached behind her back and pulled aside the bra that the man had twisted into a pretzel shape. Her beautiful body was now completely naked before the old man, her father's generation. Her two soft, white breasts, without their last support, sank further, creating ripples of flesh. The old man, Yang, watching from the side, swallowed hard. Han Lu's breasts weren't actually large; their natural conical shape made them appear more prominent. However, without the support of a bra, they no longer looked straight ahead like they did in her youth. The nipples, no longer proudly erect, had sagged at approximately a sixty-degree angle to the horizon due to the combined effects of age and gravity. Yet, it was precisely these mature, drooping breasts and the full, slightly raised nipples that gave Han Lu's small breasts the illusion of being large. Imagine, what man wouldn't want to see those mature, beautiful breasts sway and dance in a wanton display under his conquest? What man wouldn't want his penis hidden between those two soft, white mounds?

Han Lu didn't hesitate any longer. She got up and let Old Yang lie sprawled on his tattered coat, while she knelt between his withered thighs. She glanced at the still-wet semen and the nauseating stench of urine on his penis, then leaned down and unhesitatingly opened her lips, taking it all the way into her mouth. Old Yang was a widower; his wife had been dead

for decades, and he only had a mentally challenged son to rely on. The old man was honest and timid, but fortunately, he could read and write, so he had always been in charge of running the village's supply and marketing cooperative, with his mentally challenged son helping out. In this way, the two of them had a livelihood. Although working at the supply and marketing cooperative was a somewhat lucrative job back then, no woman wanted a son who was mentally challenged, and the old man, feeling sorry for his son being mistreated by his stepmother, never remarried.

Not only had Old Man Yang not touched a woman for so many years, but even when his wife was alive, they always did it in the dark. He never even saw what a woman's genitals looked like before she died.

Now, a city principal, as beautiful as one of the Seven Fairies in a play, was actually licking his crotch, his own filthy penis that he himself found disgusting. How could this not make Old Yang so excited he almost fainted?

"Mmm... Ah... Oh... Ouch..."

Old Yang was almost melting. A tingling sensation kept coming from his urethra. He felt Principal Han's soft tongue pressing against his urethra, as if trying to push his tongue tip into his urethra and stretch it open. At other times, it kept rolling back and forth across his glans and sweeping across the groove under his glans. Principal Han's mouth was secreting more and more saliva. What puzzled Old Yang even more was that Principal Han didn't know where her teeth were. He only felt that his penis was warm and slippery in Han Lu's mouth. He even started to move back and forth in Han Lu's mouth like he was fucking her. His withered buttocks kept lifting up, trying to penetrate Han Lu's mouth as deeply as possible.

"It really worked..."

Han Lu couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. The penis in her mouth began to move, and Han Lu quickened the rhythm of her swallowing, wanting to make the man ejaculate as soon as possible.

"Han...she...she Principal Han, I...I..."

Old Yang called out to Han Lu, who was licking his penis, which was still only like a small sausage, in his crotch. Han Lu had to stop her efforts, raised her pretty face, which was red and covered with strands of messy hair covered with sweat, and looked at the old man in front of her in confusion. She didn't know why he was calling her. However, her slender hand continued to vigorously stroke the old man's penis, which had finally started to show some movement, for fear that all her efforts would be in vain.

"Principal Han, I...I want to see your...your...your...pussy...is that alright?" Although Han Lu had already prepared herself to be violated, the thought of letting this old man, who was older than her father, see her private parts up close still made her feel feverish. But now she was in a bind, and Han Lu's thoughts raced through her mind.

"Sigh, if I give up now, wouldn't all my previous efforts be wasted? Anyway, I've already let him see my body, let him touch it enough, and even agreed to have sex with him, so why should I care if he gets close enough to see it again? It's just..." The faint pain

from her anus made Han Lu hesitate.

"Okay, I'll turn around, you...you don't move..."

Han Lu had no time for self-pity; she only wanted to get this clingy old man to ejaculate as quickly as possible, so she could only comfort herself.

"Maybe that would be faster!"

Old Yang had probably never even dreamed that a woman would actually offer her bare buttocks to him, let alone such a stunning beauty who he usually wouldn't even dare to look at directly, a woman who looked like a celebrity on a magazine cover. Right in front of him, Han Lu's two white buttocks looked like a large millstone from behind. The cleft between them appeared dark and deep against her snow-white skin. At the end of the cleft, long, thick pubic hairs, wet with his semen, were sticking together in clumps. However, Han Lu's buckwheat-colored mounds were very clean, plump and without a single pubic hair. Only a seemingly shallow, smooth, dark brown slit gently grazed the mound, glistening with a lascivious sheen only because of the semen dripping from it. The mounds were only separated by a thin layer of... There was a small, chrysanthemum-shaped hole in the thin layer of skin. Old Yang guessed that it was the anus used for defecation, but he never dreamed that a woman's anus would be so exquisite and beautiful, like a work of art. What was even stranger was that there was a large circle of bruises and bluish marks concentric with the hole, purplish-red and shocking. They seemed to spiral and writhe with the contraction of the woman's anus. The color even exceeded the pigmentation of the woman's flesh mound, making it look incredibly strange and alluring, as if it were issuing a seductive and lewd invitation to anyone who saw it.

Old Yang, his hands trembling, cupped the white, plump buttocks offered by the female principal, pressing his entire face against them like a pancake, his mouth and nose almost completely embedded in Han Lu's buttocks. Although few people in the country were plump in those years, Han Lu was naturally petite, and her skin and flesh were not as firm as a young girl's, so even in that era of famine, she gave people a long-lost plumpness, especially her full-moon-like buttocks, which made Han Lu appear quite exquisite and shapely even in middle age.

Han Lu clearly felt the old man's nose pressing against her anus. Waves of hot air and cold air alternated as they flowed from her anus into her rectum, which was still not healed. A burning, piercing pain shot through her anus. Han Lu couldn't help but twist her buttocks, which were being held tightly by the old man, and let out an uncontrollable groan. Before Han Lu could even adjust to the pain in her anus, she felt the old man's tongue lick open her anus and probe inside. Han Lu gasped involuntarily.

"This greedy old man, how could he have such filthy thoughts... If... if this old man knew that I was... was..."

Han Lu had seen men even more filthy and depraved than Old Yang, but she was still somewhat taken aback that this usually honest and unassuming old man would so inexplicably violate her anus. Moreover, the humiliating marks on her anus were still there. This psychological pain and inferiority was more unbearable for Han Lu, a well-educated woman from a prestigious family, than the physical pain. Even though she was forced to... Even after being reduced to a woman who sleeps with anyone, Han Lu didn't want anyone, including the old man Yang who was humiliating her, to see her as a woman born promiscuous. So no matter how much men had humiliated her and how many times she had tried to please them, she always believed that she was a good daughter, a good wife, a good mother, and above all, a good woman. Perhaps this was the common spiritual bottom line for countless women like Han Lu, who bore shame, helplessness, and sorrow in an era when even gods and Buddhas turned their eyes away and demons danced wildly.

Han Lu moved her knees, which were red from being rubbed raw on the hard floor, back down on her tattered coat. She lowered her soft waist so that her round buttocks would stick up high, allowing her wounded and shameful anus to escape the old man's sight. At the same time, she wanted to make her swollen pubic mound more clearly attract the old man's attention. Although using a woman's naked lower body to seduce an old man who could be her father made Han Lu's heart race with shame and nervousness.

"Let him see! Anyway, it's already dirty there, so it doesn't matter if there's another old man. As long as Hao can get through this..."

Han Lu's mind conjured up a simple, honest face—her and her husband's classmate. Back when they were studying in the Soviet Union, he had pursued her just like her husband, but he was shy. Like those foreigners, he didn't dare leave his name when giving flowers, so Han Lu always thought it was her husband who sent them. Later, at her wedding, he congratulated her and her husband on their lifelong happiness with tears in his eyes. Now, he was still single. He was demoted because he was the only one in the entire school who stood up to defend her. If she could really exchange her body for his life, Han Lu had already made up her mind to let this withered old man, old enough to be her father, penetrate her genitals. But she hadn't expected that the old man would ejaculate before even penetrating her. And now, what did it matter if he licked and nibbled at her vulva? As long as he didn't violate her anus.

Although Han Lu could accept having sex with him, after all, it was a normal human physiological process that had to be done out of necessity, the violation of her anus made Han Lu feel incredibly despicable and would bring back nightmares that she never wanted to face again.

Old Yang, beneath Han Lu, didn't think as much as she did. He just felt today was the best day of his life. Early that morning, Principal Han, who looked like a movie star from a picture book, knocked on his still-unopened door. When Old Yang, still squinting with sleep in his eyes, looked at the door in a daze, he was startled, unsure what to do with his hands. He quickly ushered Han Lu inside and asked what was wrong. It turned out that a few days ago, Old Yang had gone into the mountains to collect wild produce. A local farmer had caught a bear and sold him a bag of bear bile. Bear bile was a counterfeit, especially effective for treating epilepsy and convulsions. Principal Han had come specifically for that.

However, the bile had already gone into the commune's accounts—public property—and couldn't just disappear like that. No matter how much Han Lu pleaded, even to the point of wanting to kneel, the old man was like a duck's beak in soup—unyielding and impossible to break. Seeing no hope, Han Lu, remembering Cui Hao's life-threatening, unconscious, and convulsing state, felt a surge of anger and tears stream down her face, terrifying Old Yang.

"She... her Principal Han, please don't cry! If it were my own stuff, you can take whatever you want, but this... sigh..."

"Uncle Yang, I beg you, please give me a little bit, it's a matter of life and death! I... I'm kneeling before you..."

Han Lu knelt down in front of Old Yang with a thud, startling him into quickly helping her up. In his desperation, his withered old hands rested under Han Lu's armpits, inadvertently touching the sides of her full breasts. The smooth, soft sensation left the old man frozen, unwilling to pull away, yet unsure what to do. The moment the man touched her breasts, an absurd thought, one that she would never even dream of before, flashed through Han Lu's intellectual mind. Hope, inferiority, humiliation, and helplessness all rushed into her heart at once.

"Uncle Yang, I...I'll...I'll sleep with you once, you...you give me some gall, okay...okay?"

Han Lu stammered, her voice barely audible, her intellectual face flushed crimson, and her sweat glands seemed to explode, beads of sweat instantly covering her forehead. Her mind kept repeating,

"What am I doing? What am I doing? He...he's old enough to be my father..."

Ironically, Han Lu was more afraid of being rejected by the old man, not only that he would see her as a promiscuous woman, but also that her longtime friend would be gone forever.

Old Yang didn't show excessive attachment to Han Lu's ravaged anus. Instead, he turned his attention to Han Lu's desired vulva. This made Han Lu breathe a sigh of relief, and she quickly lowered her head to swallow Old Yang's half-erect penis in her mouth. As she swallowed, she felt Old Yang's tongue plowing open her tight slits, carefully licking and scraping every inch of tender flesh from her vulva to her clitoris, again and again, with such tenderness, such care, and such tenderness. Han Lu had never felt this way before. Although her husband was also so gentle, so careful, and so tender, he had never licked her genitals. And the men who raped her would never be so gentle, so careful, and so tender. Han Lu felt as if she were on a cloud. The primal desire deep within her body began to erupt without her any preparation. Her overlapping vagina began to contract rhythmically, and gushing love fluid flowed unconsciously from her secret cave for this old man who could be her father.

"Mmm..."

Han Lu let out a trembling moan from deep within her throat, a call that echoed the raw, unadulterated lust of a mature woman—an animalistic impulse unrelated to human emotion.

Old Yang's tongue plunged into the source of the gushing heat, and Han Lu's desire was finally ignited by his tongue entering her secret chamber. With a "plop," hot fluid gushed from her uncontrollable vagina, spraying all over the old man's mouth and face, even smearing his sparse goatee.

"Ah...oh...she...she Principal Han, hurry...hurry and put your dick in...into your cunt!" Old Yang shouted hoarsely, his voice distorted. Han Lu, still savoring an unprecedented climax, realized that the penis in her mouth had become fully erect and trembling, preparing to ejaculate. Han Lu desperately craved a hard penis to fill her empty body, so she climbed onto the old man's crotch without hesitation, following his cries, and inserted his penis into her vagina. The climaxing vagina easily slid in to the hilt. The moment the old man's glans touched Han Lu's cervix, Old Yang could no longer hold back, and a stream of hot semen sprayed into the mature, soft, climaxing vagina of the woman in the painting.

Just as the two lay prostrate at each other's feet, their genitals still joined, a series of "crack" sounds echoed from behind a window with a broken pane of glass at the back of the house.

Han Lu hurried out of the village supply and marketing cooperative and rushed towards the village clinic. A chilly wind wafted in through her unbuttoned collar, but the blush on her face hadn't faded, and she felt no cold. She wasn't even aware that her snow-white breasts, so suggestive, were completely exposed beneath her collar.

"Principal Han, where have you been? Teacher Cui has been talking about you!" In the back room, Dr. Ding Jin, the doctor at the village clinic, was anxiously tending to a thin man lying on a makeshift old cot in the examination room. The man's hair was streaked with gray, and he was delirious and trembling. Seeing the panting Han Lu, a relieved smile finally appeared on his slender face.

"Dr. Ding, is Old Cui feeling better?"

"Sigh, a little better than before, but... without medicine, sigh... his body is already weak, I'm afraid..."

"Quick, quick, Dr. Ding, please give him these bear bile pills, I don't know if they'll help." "Oh dear! You... where did you get these?"

"Don't ask..."

Han Lu shook her head sadly, biting her red lips tightly, her eyes reddening as she fell silent, staring blankly at the man curled up on the cot.

Ding Jin glanced at Han Lu's unbuttoned collar and her flushed face, and understood a bit. Just yesterday, on this old cot, he had heard Yan Ba mention that Old Yang from the village supply and marketing cooperative had obtained bear bile pills on his last trip into the mountains, and Yan Ba was even thinking of giving them to the provincial leaders to curry favor.

"Sigh..."

Ding Jin sighed softly, going to the outer room alone to prepare the medicine, leaving Han Lu alone to quietly accompany the trembling, emaciated man.

A bowl of medicine mixed with bear bile was poured down his throat, and sure enough, the man's curled-up body stopped convulsing and trembling, and his breathing gradually became calm. It seemed the bear bile really had a miraculous effect, and Han Lu's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled.

"You're awake! Ah Hao..."

"Han... Principal Han, you're here, I..."

The man tried to struggle to get up, but Han Lu pressed him back onto the bed.

"Ah Hao, you need to rest... From now on... don't... don't call me Principal anymore, I'm not a principal anymore, just... just call me Xiao Lu like before! You... you haven't called me that in a long time." Cui Hao hadn't called her that since Han Lu's marriage. This woman he loved, and her name, were forever buried deep in his already withered heart, turning into a stubborn stone along with them. Today, Han Lu's sudden, inexplicable mention of it was like a lightning bolt striking a long-forgotten, stubborn rock across the night sky.

The past, youthful years flashed before his eyes like a fast-forwarded scene from a movie, as vivid as yesterday. The woman before him seemed like the beauty of yesterday, and Cui Hao was captivated.

"You... what's wrong?"

Seeing Cui Hao staring intently at her, Han Lu asked worriedly.

"Han...no, no, Xiao...Xiao Lu, I...I'm fine, I...I'm very...very fine, hehe...hehe..."

The man stammered before bursting into laughter, a hearty and carefree laugh. The joyful atmosphere made Han Lu, for some reason, laugh along with Cui Hao. The two seemed to have returned to the birch forest outside their school during their school days, a place full of ideals and passion. Whether it was their past reserve and naivety or their current humiliation and misfortune, these would all become their most precious shared memories.

After a day's work, Han Lu returned to her dormitory, a small room that could accommodate three or four people.

The farm where she had been sent down was directly managed by the local small mountain village. The farm's dormitories were divided into male and female sections and separated from each other, even for married couples, and they were unusually far apart. The men's dormitories were all large communal rooms, while the women's dormitories were small rooms, most commonly three or four people per room. There was also a row of empty houses built in the guard's office area, each containing a single room with a large bed. The doors were all on the outer walls of the houses, with only a thin panel providing shelter from the wind and rain.

Now, Han Lu was the only one in the room. Originally, Han Lu lived with two female teachers from the same school who had been sent down to the countryside with her. One was Miao Ya, Han Lu's former student who had just graduated from teachers' college. She was sent down to the countryside with Han Lu to undergo re-education by poor and lower-middle peasants because she had not firmly severed ties with Han Lu. The other was Teacher Zhao Qin, whose father was a high-ranking Kuomintang official who had gone to Taiwan, making her a target of the fashionable counter-revolutionary spies at that time. At first, Han Lu and several other teachers from the education system came to teach at the rural school in the small mountain village—a place she still fondly remembers and cherishes—at the invitation of Ms. Fang, a rural female teacher. It was a pleasant time, free from suffocating incomprehension and terrifying revolutionary storms; life seemed to have returned to its natural beauty and tranquility. But those days always pass too quickly. After a few days, Ms. Miao and Ms. Zhao were called to the village for a private talk. Ms. Miao never returned, leaving all her belongings behind, as if she had vanished into thin air. When Ms. Zhao returned, she was dazed, her hair disheveled, and tears still visible. For days afterward, she wept constantly. Han Lu asked Ms. Zhao several times, but she only shook her head and covered her face. When pressed, she would cover her face with her hands and sob uncontrollably. The other female teachers who were also called to the village were all like Ms. Zhao. One of them, the principal's daughter whom Han Lu knew well, went insane overnight.

Time passed day by day, but Teacher Miao never returned. The open books still waited quietly for their beautiful mistress, whose return was uncertain. Teacher Zhao gradually stopped shedding tears as before, but would often stare blankly into space. Sometimes she would disappear without a trace, or even stay out all night. When she was seen again, she was haggard and seemed to have suddenly become a different person. The once most intelligent and capable female teacher in the school now seemed to have lost interest in everything. Only letters from her husband could stir up the stagnant waters of her life. However, news from her distant relatives and children only brought futile sorrow to the seemingly lifeless teacher, like the fuse of a silent volcano, causing the numb teacher to inexplicably burst into tears of unbearable grief. Although Han Lu tried to subtly inquire, Teacher Zhao never brought it up. In the vast women's dormitory on the farm, no one answered Han Lu's questions. It was as if everyone there was afraid to touch upon something, or as if they were desperately avoiding something. Han Lu vaguely guessed something, but quickly dismissed it. In this sunlit world, Han Lu couldn't believe that humanity had long since vanished, that truth, goodness, and beauty no longer existed, and that only chaos and depravity remained. Only when misfortune befell her did she realize that what had happened there was far more despicable, filthy, and vile than she had ever imagined.

Teacher Zhao still hadn't returned today, and clearly wouldn't be coming back. Reflecting on everything that had happened that day, Han Lu couldn't help but feel a chill. These were things she never expected to happen to her, yet they were undeniably true. Han Lu was astonished that she would even consider exchanging her body for bear bile from an old man old enough to be her father. What surprised her even more was that this emaciated old man actually gave her an unprecedented sexual climax. Thinking of this, a charming blush rose on Han Lu's face.

"Fortunately... it was worth it..."

Han Lu couldn't even tell whether this "worth it" referred to the unprecedented orgasm Old Yang had given her or whether the bear bile she had exchanged was truly effective for Cui Hao's illness. Perhaps it was both.

"Knock... knock..."

Just as Han Lu was lost in thought, a hesitant knock sounded at the door.

Han Lu stood up and coldly asked,

"Who is it?"

"Mom... it's... it's me, Shao Yi!"

Han Lu was startled, then overjoyed. After all, she had lost contact with her daughter, and now that her son-in-law had arrived, she could finally find out about her daughter. So, she opened the door without hesitation. Sure enough, a lean young man in a blue Zhongshan suit stood outside the door. His thin face was framed by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, quite rare for that era. Behind the lenses, his unfathomable eyes occasionally flashed a heartbreakingly cold and selfish glint.

"You…how did you get here? You were also…also sent down to the countryside…" Han Lu's voice trembled slightly, especially with worry for her daughter. In such a chaotic world, it was incredibly difficult for a girl to survive alone. Unless, for some reason, Han Lu's mind involuntarily flashed back to the scene that morning in Old Yang's supply and marketing cooperative warehouse, a wave of sorrow washed over her.

"Mom, I wasn't sent down to the countryside. I just came with the city's education system's propaganda team, and... I just wanted to visit you."

Shao explained, his eyes fixed on his mother-in-law, whom he hadn't seen for over half a year. The hardships of the past six months hadn't left much of a mark on his elegant, serious, and dignified mother-in-law; only a few strands of gray hair had appeared among her once-flowing hair. Her already shapely figure now possessed a newfound fullness, making her appear even more robust than when she sat in the office all day. Her small, delicate bare feet dangled lazily in slippers, her smooth toenails shimmering with a warm, pearly luster. The woman he longed for was now standing vividly before him, making him feel even more captivated than his wife, who had just turned twenty.

Before his relationship with Han Lu's daughter, Shao had a girlfriend, also a teacher, with whom he was almost engaged. Since Shao Yi was transferred to Han Lu's school, he began pursuing Chi Qing, Han Lu's daughter and a teacher at the same school, without hesitation. The female teacher, Chi Qing, died from an overdose of sleeping pills because of Shao Yi's abandonment of her. This incident caused a great stir, with some even saying that the teacher committed suicide out of shame because she was pregnant. However, only Shao Yi knew the truth. Although Chi Qing had questioned Shao Yi, how could a young girl experiencing first love resist his vows and promises of affection? By then, Chi Qing had long forgotten her mother's warnings. Although Han Lu also opposed her daughter's relationship with Shao Yi, it was a real headache for Han Lu to find fault with him. Therefore, when her daughter asked why she didn't like Shao Yi, she was often speechless. After all, this young man was outstanding in his professional work, and his personal life was nothing more than hearsay. On the eve of her demotion, her daughter brought Shao Yi to visit her and told her that she wanted to marry Shao Yi. Considering that she didn't know when she would see him again, she agreed without much thought. However, for some reason, Han Lu felt no joy at all. Looking at her daughter's happy and adorable appearance, Han Lu felt as if she had swallowed a fly. Suddenly, Han Lu felt as if a pair of burning eyes were watching her. She turned her head and found Shao Yi staring straight at her, completely ignoring her daughter who was about to become her wife and whose face was full of happiness.

Hearing Shao Yi's explanation, Han Lu felt slightly relieved, but then her expression became awkward. The words "Workers' Propaganda Team" were practically synonymous with devils to her. She had already received countless such teams, especially those from the education system. Han Lu was almost always the star of these receptions. In She Jie's words, "Those who come all this way specifically to have her serve them are either people who couldn't get their hands on her before, or bastards who wanted to sleep with her ancestors for eighteen generations." Because Han Lu, a woman from a prominent family and exceptionally beautiful, was like Chang'e in the education world—before, she could only be admired from afar. Now, with the opportunity to get close, naturally no one would let her go. Moreover, those high-ranking figures who once harbored resentment towards Han Lu and their families would certainly not miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get close to her.

"You…did you come alone?"

A hint of jealousy flashed behind Shao Yi's glasses. Although the young master Niu, the leader of the group, had sent three students with him, Shao didn't want those brats causing trouble, so he sent them back. Those little bastards naturally weren't interested in a middle-aged woman; they had only been sent away by the young master and were thinking about the female students who had just been stripped naked. Now that Shao had spoken, they were happy to go back quickly.

"Yes? Mom... are you waiting for someone?"

Han Lu blushed. Based on past experience, whenever there was a propaganda team or work group coming down from above, Yan Ba would often make her accompany some leader or superior. Whenever that happened, Han Lu really wanted to die, because it was something that made her feel more humiliated than being raped by that rogue Yan Ba. Especially when facing her former colleagues, subordinates, students, and even uncles and aunts who had held her as a child and were her parents, she was now being asked to shamelessly undress and throw herself into the arms of these beasts in human clothing to serve them in bed. But her family depended on these people. Could she really erase all of this with her death?

"Lu'er, promise your mother you'll live strong no matter what happens. Do you see those livestock? Although they're destined to be slaughtered, they never seek their own death..." Just before Han Lu was about to excitedly leave for her studies in the Soviet Union, her mother held her tightly in her arms, as if this departure would be forever. An unconcealable sorrow welled up in her mother's beautiful eyes. Young Han Lu playfully stopped her mother from saying those strange and ominous words, tickling her mother until she was breathless with laughter. But the sorrow in her mother's eyes, hidden behind her radiant smile, was now blurred with tears. Sure enough

, just as Han Lu was about to return home after graduation, news arrived of her mother's death. Her uncle, Jian Qiong, said her mother had died of illness. But Han Lu's mind was still filled with those strange words her mother had spoken before her departure. Han Lu truly regretted not letting her mother finish her sentence.

Now, whenever Han Lu felt she could no longer bear it, her mother's sorrowful words would echo in her ears.

"Mom...Mom, what's wrong?"

"Um...nothing? Is Qing'er alright?"

"Mom...I'm so sorry, sob sob..."

"What...what are you doing? Tell me! Qing'er, she..." Shao suddenly knelt down in front of her, hugged her legs and cried loudly. Han Lu felt a wave of dizziness and almost lost her balance.

"Mom...Mom, what's wrong?"

Shao knelt on the ground, his arms wrapped around Han Lu's thighs. The plump flesh had already aroused Shao's heart. Taking advantage of Han Lu's swaying, he supported his mother-in-law's round buttocks with both hands. He lifted his thin face, which had been buried in Han Lu's thighs, and looked up along the gap between Han Lu's thighs. The pants he was holding, which were originally too big, were now tightly wrapped around Han Lu's curvaceous lower body. The bulging mound between her legs was close to Shao's nose. Shao could even smell the smell of his mother-in-law's crotch, which had been stuffed up all day, mixed with the sweat from her work and the smell of her copulation with Old Yang that morning, which she hadn't had time to clean up. This smell made Shao feel as if he were back home. Now, he could smell this odor mixed with other men's semen on his wife almost every day. Although he had, for his own selfish reasons, led his beloved wife into the trap he had woven, forcing her to endure the humiliation of being violated by other men, and forcing her to hide her shame and loss of virginity from him every day with tears in her eyes, Shao was still a man, and a selfish one at that. Although he had never truly loved his wife, he still felt ashamed of the life he had created. His pursuit of Chi Qing was partly due to her prominent family background, hoping to use it to advance his career, and partly because he was deeply moved by Han Lu, a woman who could be his mother, from the first time he saw her. Every smile and gesture was full of charm. Perhaps this was the fundamental reason why Shao had abandoned his pregnant girlfriend to pursue Chi Qing—to enter Han Lu's life.

Now, finally embracing the beautiful flesh, the all-too-familiar scent began to deeply sting Shao Yi's selfish heart.

"Why did you let someone else fuck you, let someone else do you? You old slut, you're just as cheap as your daughter's mother..."

Shao Yi cursed viciously while desperately searching for that maddening, dreamlike scent, imagining the moment when the bulging mound of flesh was displayed naked before him. Shao Yi's gaze continued upwards, the snow-white skin beneath the wide hem of Han Lu's clothes appearing and disappearing with Han Lu's breath, the faint, warm fragrance entering Shao Yi's sensitive nostrils.

"Tell me quickly? Qing'er... what happened to her?"

"Mom... Qing'er has another man, sob sob..."

"You... what did you say?"

"Qing'er has another man, I... I've been cuckolded, Mom, you have to stand up for me!

Sob sob..."

Shao Yi, the villain, preemptively accused Han Lu, putting on a pitiful act and crying to her. Han Lu finally recovered from the shock. Although she couldn't believe her obedient and gentle daughter would do such a thing, Shao Yi's story sounded plausible. Thinking of her own situation, Han Lu sighed softly. She knew her daughter well, but who would imagine that a dignified school principal, a virtuous wife, and a respectable mother would be reduced to such humiliation, fawning over men who weren't her husband? How could her young daughter escape the fate of this upside-down era? Han Lu felt sorry for Shao Yi, her husband, and even thought her deceased husband was luckier, for he no longer had to suffer the humiliation and helplessness of being unable to protect his wife's chastity.

Thinking of this, Han Lu gently stroked Shao Yi's hair, pulling his head into her plump, fleshy belly. She was completely unaware that her beloved son-in-law was actually licking his crotch through her pants, the stronger, clearer scent now guiding Shao Yi's tongue to explore the secret cave of Han Lu, the place where his wife and daughter had given birth to him.

"Sigh... Shao, don't cry. I... I believe Qing'er must have her reasons. She loves you very much. You... you can... you can forgive her, right? Mom begs you, Shao..." Han Lu pleaded with Shao Yi while twisting her lower body, which Shao Yi was tightly holding. Although she felt her crotch was wet with fluid, and something soft and persistent was scraping against her vulva, Han Lu didn't think of it that way at all, assuming it was Shao Yi's tears that had wet her crotch!

"Mom... I want to forgive Qing'er, but... but I can't! Every time I close my eyes, I see Qing'er with another man, and... and naked, sob sob..."

After saying that, she continued to explore Han Lu's bulging pubic mound.

Shao's words made Han Lu extremely embarrassed. It sounded like her daughter had wronged him, but what was she, the mother-in-law, supposed to do when she herself was in dire straits?

"Shao...Shao, don't think like that. Qing'er loves you so much. Even if...even if she really did...that thing, it was...it must have been out of necessity! You know, Shao, it's not easy for women to live in this world! Even if a woman does that with another man, it doesn't mean she's betrayed you. Sometimes...sometimes it's because she...she loves you...I ask you to believe that even...even...sigh...her heart will always belong to you. Can you...can you understand the hardships of being a woman?" Han Lu said. Speaking incoherently, tears streaming down her face, Han Lu couldn't even tell if she was defending her daughter or herself. Waves of inexplicable sorrow washed over her bleeding heart. Ding Jin, Zhao Qin, Miao Ya, and countless other women she knew and didn't know—whether intellectual, sweet, capable, gentle, defiant, or obsequious—their familiar faces and beautiful women flashed through her mind, ultimately settling on the endless bitterness and desolation of being mercilessly penetrated by the man behind her.

"Mom, Qing'er loves me, so why does she do that with other men? Are all women so despicable?

No, if it were Mom, she would never do that."

Shao Yi cunningly plucked at the most vulnerable string in Han Lu's heart. Sure enough, Han Lu trembled involuntarily, jolted awake from her sorrow. The feeling was like being suddenly stripped naked in public or having a bucket of ice water poured over her head. She didn't know how to answer.

"Mom would never do that... Mom would never do that..."

Shao Yi murmured over and over, looking up past Han Lu's heaving breasts and staring at her beautiful face, which was both beautiful and unpredictable. Although the fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and the few gray hairs mixed in with her black hair clearly told of the passage of time and the passing of her youth, in Shao Yi's eyes, these were clearly the indispensable features of an alluring and dignified mother.

Han Lu, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, broke free from Shao Yi's arms that were tightly gripping her legs. She stumbled and fell onto her narrow wooden bed, her expression somber. After a long, long silence, she spoke slowly but with an undeniable tone to Shao Yi, who was still kneeling on the floor, stunned.

"I will too. As long as it keeps my beloved safe and sound!" Han Lu spoke with such clarity and decisiveness, as if she had returned to the efficient and meticulous headmistress she once was.

"Mom, you...you're lying to me, aren't you?"

"It's true. I will use everything I have to protect my family, including my body." Han Lu's face was ashen, her beautiful, weathered eyes fixed on Shao Yi without blinking. Her calm gaze held a hint of mockery and disdain, as if she were speaking of something completely unrelated to herself.

"You slut, are all women this despicable?"

Although Shao had long known that his mother-in-law was no different from a prostitute here, and that every time his current boss, the young master, returned, he would proudly compare his wife's and his mother-in-law's bodies in front of him, Shao was always filled with hatred yet also burning with lust, often hoping to experience it firsthand. But now, hearing Han Lu's confession with his own ears still made his selfish and narrow-minded heart feel as if thousands of vinegar jars had been overturned at once. Because deep down, Shao could not tolerate this woman being shared with others, and naturally, he could not tolerate her actively selling her body, even if it was against her will. And now, this woman, whom he regarded as his precious possession, was so calmly and composedly admitting her infidelity, which undoubtedly made Shao feel extremely humiliated, even more so than the humiliation of letting his wife be raped by another man.

"You slut, if you don't care about being fucked by other men, then you certainly won't care about being fucked by me, right?

You old whore..."

Although Shao had raped, drugged, and seduced Han Lu countless times in his mind, and even fantasized about the day when he and Han Lu could fall in love, Shao had also sworn that he would not care about Han Lu losing her virginity. After all, in this era where people cannot control their own destiny, it was not something a penniless person like himself could protect and face. But at least Shao always believed that Han Lu's heart was noble and pure. Of course, he could only give up these things for her, not for anyone else. Now that the goddess in his heart had suddenly collapsed, Shao had completely lost the last shred of his rationality. Like a beast stripped of its human skin, he lunged at Han Lu. Han Lu was shocked, but for some reason, she felt an inexplicable sense of exhilaration. She had a feeling that Shao might have already known her situation, and that it was better to face it openly than to hide it. Seeing Shao pounce on her, countless feelings that had made her uneasy in the past flashed through Han Lu's mind, as if a pair of bloodthirsty, lustful eyes had always been watching her from the shadows, only now they were clearer. Han Lu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"You wicked woman… weren't you interested in my body all along? If this can stop you from hurting poor Qing'er, what does it matter? Qing'er… this is probably all I can do for you right now…"

Han Lu felt a slight sense of relief that she was being raped by Shao, without having to take the initiative. Perhaps this was the helpless, almost pitiful, release a woman could experience in that era. But just as Han Lu was trying to comfort herself, a simple, honest smiling face began to sting her heart. Around this face, countless lewd faces of men appeared—men who had once ravaged her chaste and tender body, old or young, fat or thin, ugly or handsome, all excitedly howling as they ejaculated their foul-smelling bodily fluids onto her once-pure body, declaring their possession of her flesh. Yet that smiling face remained tenderly loving towards her. Looking at him, Han Lu's soul seemed to have detached from that body that had been violated by men, to embrace, to follow, to chase after the innocent youth that had inadvertently vanished.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind, seemingly from nowhere, jolted Han Lu's delicate vulva, plunging her back from her euphoria into hell. Her baggy work pants, along with the white underwear stained with semen that had covered her all day, had been ripped off by Shao. Her vagina, the secret place where she had given birth to her daughter over twenty years ago, was now laid bare before her son-in-law's eyes, her plump thighs spread wide. Han Lu turned her head, closed her eyes, and buried her face, streaked with tears of shame, in the pillowcase. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her pearly teeth biting her red lips. Her still-clothed body and smooth, firm mons pubis trembled, whether from the cold or fear, awaiting the penis that had entered her daughter's body to enter her mother's vagina and begin that incestuous moment she could not resist.

Just as Shao was excitedly thrusting his erect penis, unable to penetrate his mother-in-law's tender private parts, like a headless fly frantically bumping against her, causing Han Lu to groan in unbearable pain, the door to the small house had been opened unnoticed. Neither the heartbroken Han Lu nor the excited Shao noticed. A German-made Leica 135 rangefinder M3 camera peeked through the crack in the door. Amidst the man's joyful cheers of finally entering and the woman's uncontrollable moans of shame and sorrow, a series of clicks forever captured the woman's indelible shame and the man's immoral act…

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