Borrowing sperm~[5-6](reprinted)

(V)
Shu Han pinched one of her breasts with his five fingers, slowly caressing and kneading it. While rubbing it, he
gently
rubbed the nipple with his thumb. The flesh in his arms was warm and smooth, with a sweet fragrance. He secretly regretted that they had met too late. He loved it like a child who had finally received a new favorite toy, feeling both satisfied and excited. Lily continued to caress and rub his breasts, and she
gradually felt itchy again. Her cheeks flushed and her breath became increasingly rapid, causing her plump buttocks to sway incessantly.
She didn't care that Gang Sheng could hear her outside. Her moans grew louder and louder. Her newly cleaned breasts were once again
overflowing with lustful fluids, becoming wet and slippery.

Shu Han's penis, which had been like a deflated balloon, soft as a layer of skin, was now being rubbed and rubbed by her twisting and turning
buttocks . A warm feeling flowed down from his heart, awakening it. Once it reacted, it couldn't be stopped.
It was like pumping air into a balloon, slowly swelling up. In the blink of an eye, as if by magic, the soft leather transformed into
an iron rod , hardening and thrusting into her cleft. With the help of her vaginal fluids, it slipped unnoticed from behind into her vagina.
Shu Han was unable to stop, eager for a second round, willing to risk his life for his beauty, to once again cross the Jade Gate Pass with the spring breeze. He
lifted one of her thighs with his hands, placing it on his waist, arching his body forward
,
so that his penis was perfectly positioned between her legs. He then reached forward and gripped her breasts, using this as leverage, and thrust back and forth. His several-inch-long penis moved nimbly in and out of her vagina, moving in and out with ease. Perhaps due to a natural endowment, his penis was also different:
his penis erected first, and then during intercourse, the glans grew larger and larger. Although the glans was disproportionately large, it was
a natural gift to women.

Lily's unbearably itchy vulva was instantly filled by the hot, hard cylinder, a sensation so pleasurable it felt like flying to
heaven . She forgot who she was, using her strength to grip the penis tightly with her vaginal muscles, making the contact more
intimate and the friction more sensitive, so that when they reached their climax together, they could experience unparalleled pleasure. Shuhan's penis
was wrapped tightly in her vagina, like wearing a tailor-made flesh garment, allowing him to thrust
freely and easily within the tender tube, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure. The few tender skins at the vaginal opening gripped the base of the penis like a rubber band, making
it harder and harder. The glans also performed its special function, growing larger and larger, stretching the vaginal walls until they bulged. The
edges of the flesh rubbed against the vaginal folds, transmitting boundless pleasure to both of them, making them tremble with pleasure.

Lily felt the penis inside her vagina thrusting faster and faster, the glans swelling larger and larger, and the arrival of orgasms becoming increasingly
rapid. Before she could even process one, another would follow, leaving her feeling overwhelmed and screaming desperately.
"Oh...oh...sweetheart...little brother...you're so amazing...oh...oh...I...
I...oh...I'm going to die...oh...don't stop...harder...yes...oh...I'm
going to cum again! Oh...ah...!" She gripped his hands tightly, pressing them forcefully against her breasts,
shivering a dozen times before turning her head away, gazing at Shu Han with infatuated eyes, her voice barely audible: "Why
are you getting more and more excited? You're even better at playing than a young man, you're about to burst my little one too."

Before she could finish speaking, Shu Han had already moved her body so she was lying face down on the bed, then lifted her
buttocks with his hands, spreading her thighs wide apart. Her snow-white, plump buttocks, paired with her bright red vulva, faced him directly
, making him drool. Shu Han couldn't bear to waste time admiring her. He aimed his erect penis at
the small slit and thrust it in again. With a thrust, the pre-ejaculate fluids that hadn't yet flowed out were squeezed
out with a "squeak," spraying all over his pubic hair, making the dark hair glisten with tiny pearl-
like droplets. He cupped his plump buttocks with both hands, his lower body thrusting incessantly, rubbing his penis until it felt
numb and pleasurable, sending waves of indescribable pleasure to his brain. Sweat soaked his entire body, streaming down his face, only to evaporate with
his burning body heat. All the strength in his body was concentrated in one movement, knowing only
to thrust, thrust, and thrust again, thrust...

Lily was almost exhausted from the thrusting, all her sensory nerves receiving only one message:
the pleasure coming from her vagina; everything else was numb, she didn't even notice when Shuhan turned her over. She was now
lying face up, facing the ceiling. Shu Han lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, his own calves pushing against the bed.
He held her thighs with both hands, his buttocks undulating like waves as his penis continued the same motion inside her vagina. Lily's
lower body was lifted several inches off the bed, throbbing and convulsing with each thrust, pitifully helpless as she endured the powerful impact of his large
penis , her juices flying everywhere.

Shu Han was like a pile driver, determined to drive that iron pillar into the hole without leaving an inch. Each time
his penis reached the entrance, he would immediately plunge it deep again, leaving no room for retreat, repeating this endlessly.
Despite their thirty-year age difference, like a pear blossom pressing down on a crabapple, one a young and vibrant woman, the other
a seasoned veteran, their cooperation in bed was seamless and without any generation gap. The sounds of Xiao Bei's vaginal fluids gurgling,
her thighs slapping against each other, and the two of them making excited noises, the bed creaking and groaning... a cacophony of sounds
blended together, forming a beautiful symphony, rising and falling, melodious and lingering.

Suddenly, the sounds became deafening, as the two were reaching their climax, about to reach a
state and reap the rewards of their hard work. A rapid, dizzying series
of thrusts engulfed Shu Han's large glans,
swelling like an overinflated balloon, round and plump, about to burst; the veins on his penis bulged and hardened, constantly intensifying the tingling sensation; Lily's labia minora,
full of blood, opened wide like a baby's mouth; her clitoris stretched out long and
erect, covered with spiderweb-like red blood vessels; her nipples turned a deep red, protruding upwards: all
the sensitive areas collected every drop of pleasure, sending it all to their brains.

In an instant, a sudden numbness enveloped his glans, causing Shuhan to involuntarily arch his back,
followed by a spasm of all his muscles, his lower body pressing against her vulva. In a flash, billions upon billions of life
seeds surged forth like a herd of wild horses released from their dam, rushing forward and galloping through his penis straight into
the warm, moist cradle of conception. Lily's entire body's nerve endings exploded simultaneously, jumping rhythmically in unison.
The immense orgasm made her buttocks feel like they were equipped with powerful springs, constantly rising and falling, enthusiastically welcoming
the surge of new life, absorbing every drop. Her vagina contracted and opened repeatedly,
sucking up every last drop of the scalding semen.

As the climax slowly subsided, her tense muscles relaxed instantly,
and she let out a long, relieved breath, followed by an indescribably comfortable languor, a feeling of inexplicable bliss.
It was like when your nose is unbearably itchy, suddenly tensing your whole body, taking a deep breath, and then forcefully sneezing to
dispel the unpleasant feeling and bring a sense of ease and joy.

Outside the hall, Gang Sheng was uneasy from the sounds of lewd moans emanating from the room. His heart was a jumble of emotions, a mixture of
sweet , sour, bitter, and spicy. He fantasized about a wanton couple on the bed, their wanton behavior making him restless and
agitated. He turned up the television volume, hoping to drown out the noise and deceive himself. But
the light shining through the crack in the door cast swaying shadows on the wall, like a erotic
shadow play, constantly reminding him that his beloved girlfriend was being pleasured to the point of death by another man. His eyes were
glued to the television, but he couldn't concentrate at all.

He endured the long ten minutes like this until Lily came out of the living room carrying a thin blanket, her face
flushed said to him, "Honey, I'm so sorry! After I'm done with that old man, I'll take good care
of you. Just ask, and I'll do anything. Understand, everything I do is for you!" Gang
Sheng replied softly, "Even if it's for my own good, don't go to such lengths! It makes me feel so bad."
Lily said somewhat apologetically, "Sweetie, don't be childish. Come on, the chairman said he won't be able to cross the border back
to Hong Kong tonight and will have to sleep here. It's so unfair to you. Just lie on the sofa for the night. A real man can adapt,
how about that?" Gang Sheng reluctantly took the blanket.

He lay down on the sofa, his mind racing, unable to close his eyes. It felt like countless insects were biting him, so he
tossed and turned on the sofa, shifting constantly. Unexpectedly, a few moments later, unpleasant
noises erupted from the room—sometimes murmuring, sometimes shouting—disturbing the mind and making it impossible to sleep. Lily's
familiar lewd voices stabbed at his heart like sharp swords, causing him excruciating pain, yet his penis
, uncontrollably erect, seemed to be infected by the urge to join the fray. After a while,
he really wanted off to the nightclub across the street and find a girl to satisfy himself, but remembering he needed to conserve his "ammunition
" for his wife when he returned home the day after tomorrow, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress his desires. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he found a can of cold
beer , took a few big gulps, hoping it would cool him down and help him get through the night.

The people in the room were truly capable; they managed to engage in a non-stop, ecstatic battle throughout the long night, their wanton
sounds echoing out of the living room. Gang Sheng tried to block out the noise even with the blanket over his head, cursing inwardly:
"You old fool, if you're going to be a womanizer, at least wait until I'm in the director's position before you die under the peony!"
The television played a series of Cantonese films and old English movies, but the room still hadn't quieted down. He couldn't help but
admire the chairman's sexual prowess; it was practically superhuman. Finally, as dawn approached, things gradually quieted down, and Gang Sheng
drifted off to sleep, exhausted. When Shu Han woke up, the sun was high in the sky.

He barely moved, his limbs feeling like they were scattered, his whole body aching and
weak. Pulling himself together, he saw that Lily in his arms had also opened her eyes. He got up, took out five
1,000 Hong Kong dollar bills from his purse, and placed them on the dressing table. He said gently to her, "Darling, your sheets are a
complete mess Don't bother washing them; here's a little money to get you a new set. If it's not enough,
just let me know next time, and I'll bring you more. I didn't bring enough today, just a small token!" Lily put the money in
the drawer, saying, "Oh! Boss, you're so generous! Changing sheets doesn't cost that much!
Besides , I'm sleeping with you not because I want your money, otherwise, what kind of person would I be?" " I hope you'll take care
of Gangsheng in the future, then our one-night stand won't have been in vain." He quickly replied, "Of course, of course, I'll take care of him,
and you should take care of me too." Lily rolled her eyes at him, gently pinched his crotch, and said, "You're one to talk
, but last night you almost killed me, and I'm still throbbing down there. I didn't realize you were so good at this
, your skills are even better than a young man's." This made Shuhan grin from ear to ear. While Lily helped him put on
his clothes kissed her on the lips. If he hadn't been in a hurry to get back to the factory to finish the rest of his work, he wouldn't have wanted to
leave at all.

After he finished washing up in the bathroom, Lily went to the living room to wake Gangsheng, served him for a while, and then watched
the two of them leave together.

Back at the factory, both men buried themselves in their work, acting as if nothing had happened, until the evening
bell rang. Shuhan quietly approached Gangsheng and whispered, "Lily's cooking is truly superb;
the dishes she made yesterday were unforgettable. Besides, there's still half a bottle of liquor left. I'd like to
have dinner , and we can all finish it. Give her a call so she can prepare." Gangsheng thought to himself:
What's the real intention behind this? It's just an excuse to spend some more time with Lily. Looks like
he'll be spending the night at home again. Occupying someone else's place—will he have to stay on the sofa again? Screw you! He
replied
, "Okay! But I just got a long-distance call from Hong Kong saying there's a problem with an order and they need me to go back and follow up. I'll call you back, but I won't be home for dinner." Shuhan quickly answered, "Oh dear! What bad timing. You'd better
hurry back. Business is important. I'll take care of Lily for you, don't worry!" Gangsheng thought to himself: Take care of
my ass ! You've even taken over the bedroom duties for me, what place am I supposed to put in? He replied, "Then please, please!
I'll find a chance to have a good drink with you when I get back to Hong Kong!"

On the train, Gangsheng tried his best to shake off his unpleasant mood, wanting to get home as soon as possible to be intimate with his wife.
On one hand make up for the embarrassing situation caused by his poor performance the day before yesterday, and on the other hand, he wanted to imagine his wife as Lily and
himself as the chairman, transferring the desire he couldn't express with Lily to Shiwei, and regaining
the sense of conquest that had been suppressed in his heart. He hoped that he could be as vigorous with Shiwei as he was with Lili yesterday,
filling his wife's vagina with his semen. He thought that maybe this time he'd hit the mark, and he could become
a father . The more he thought about it, the happier he became, wishing the train would run too slowly.
(VI)
He never dreamed that his wife's vagina would indeed be filled with semen, but unfortunately, it wasn't him
who did it; someone else was doing it. For the past two days, Wenwei and Shiwei had spent almost all their time together, except for meals and bathroom breaks.
In bed, he couldn't recall how many times they had intercourse. He would thrust his penis into her vagina as soon as it became erect, using every
trick in the book until it ejaculated and went limp. Then, Shiwei would use both her hands and mouth to tease it,
doing everything she could to make it rise, then thrust it back in, until it ejaculated and went limp again, never
giving Wenwei a chance to rest.

At this moment, Wenwei's penis slowly regained its strength in Shiwei's mouth, standing erect and ready for the next
round. She leaned back gently, opening her legs to welcome Wenwei's thrusts. He was still young and strong;
although he had expended a lot of energy, his body, honed by years of exercise, was still a formidable opponent in bed. Her vaginal opening was already overflowing with a thin, pale fluid—whether it was vaginal fluid or semen—and the glans slid in effortlessly
with a gentle nudge .
He first pressed his pubic bone against her vulva, not rushing to thrust, but rotating his hips up, down, left, and
right, his
large the friction of his penis against the pubic hair at the base of her clitoris was both tingling and stimulating
, much stronger than the mere collision sensation during penetration. Waves of intoxicating pleasure spread throughout her body, exhilarating every cell;
it felt as if a ferocious beast was trapped inside her vagina, struggling and charging in all directions, trying its best
to break free. The vaginal walls bulged here and there, a wonderfully strange sensation.

After a while, he switched to a "nine shallow, one deep" technique, varying the movements, thrusting his penis
about a third . That area has the highest concentration of nerve endings in the entire vagina. The continuous
friction caused not only a rapid and profuse flow of vaginal fluid, but also stretched and pulled at the labia minora,
creating spasms similar to those experienced during an orgasm—a pleasure indescribable. After ten or eight rubs, he suddenly
thrust in with all his might, slamming the glans against the cervix. Shiwei immediately cried out,
her whole body trembling, and she felt dizzy for a moment. When she regained consciousness, she felt his penis rubbing against the vaginal opening again
, then suddenly thrusting in all the way in. She trembled again and felt dizzy once more. He continued to thrust in and out, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly,
her thighs involuntarily spreading wider to allow him more control; her vagina also opened wide, allowing him
to penetrate even deeper and more thoroughly, intensifying the pleasure.

Her vagina made a "plop" sound as he thrust in and out, her juices spraying everywhere, soaking the sheets until they were almost completely dry,
leaving patches of filth that clearly recorded the intense battle of the past two days. Shiwei's eyes
rolled back, her head swaying wildly from side to side like a delicate flower being tossed about by a typhoon. Her mind was blank,
leaving all space for the pleasure being delivered to her, storing it up little by little, preparing for a grand
explosion so that the earth-shattering climax would come in full force. Her hands grabbed wildly, pulling whatever they could get
their hands on and crumpling it into a ball. After two days of countless sexual encounters, Wenwei, though strong and healthy, was still just a flesh-
and-blood body. With each thrust, his legs gradually felt weak, and he thought that this marathon
of intercourse should come to an end.

So, forgetting all about fancy moves, she used her last remaining strength and mustered her courage to
increase the speed of her thrusts, her penis moving in and out of her vagina rapidly. After a round of intense activity, both were incredibly aroused. Shiwei's
legs were stretched straight up in the air, her hands wrapped around his waist, pushing and pulling in rhythm with him. She no longer
cried out loudly, but clenched her teeth, her body trembling in waves, preparing to receive the power of orgasm.
Wenwei's muscles were taut like a tightly wound spring, his penis swollen and hard with blood, bringing its owner boundless pleasure with
each thrust, as if rewarding his expended energy.

In an instant, both of them were soaked in sweat, like drowned rats, the ceaseless movements scattering it
everywhere. Shiwei's vaginal fluids had been flowing abundantly from beginning to end, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, while
poor Wenwei worried that after ejaculating again and again, he didn't know if the supply would be enough, if there would be anything left to ejaculate
. Before he could think further, his glans tingled, and his hips thrust powerfully.
The semen already brimming inside him gushed forth like a high-pressure spray gun: with each thrust, a jet of
liquid , shooting into Shiwei's vagina, which was tightly embracing him. The freshly produced semen
was transferred from his body to hers in waves, completely expelled.

The two embraced passionately, wildly enjoying the immense pleasure of this semen transfer. Their
reproductive organs vibrated in perfect unison, celebrating the completion of the exchange of the source of human life.

Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open with a bang, and Gangsheng, brimming with excitement, appeared in the doorway,
witnessing Wenwei ejaculating into Shiwei's vagina. The air froze. The three of them
stared at each other, frozen like a television set on a still frame, motionless for several minutes. If
Wenwei and Shiwei were stunned into silence by Gangsheng's early return, then Gangsheng
was completely dumbfounded by what he saw. He couldn't believe his eyes, hoping it was
a hallucination caused by lack of sleep the night before: his closest and most beloved wife, and his most trusted and deepest friend, were
actually having an affair behind his back! Witnessing this live sex show unfolding before him, he felt as if a huge green
hat placed over his head, almost suffocating him, making it hard to even breathe.

A powerful surge of jealousy welled up from the bottom of his heart, turning into a raging fire. The adulterous couple before him made him lose all
control. He threw his briefcase on the ground and clenched his fist to punch Wenwei in the chest. But his fist
stopped just two or three inches from his chest. He knew that if they really fought, he was no match for Wenwei, who was half a head taller and
more . Although he knew Wenwei was in the wrong and had probably expended a lot of energy in bed, he still believed that
they would both end up injured. So his fist turned into a finger, pointing at the door: "Get out of here right now!
Our friendship is over, and don't ever show your face in front of me again!"

Wenwei quickly pulled his still-erect penis out of Shiwei's vagina, jumped back to the ground, his semen
-covered member swaying back and forth, spilling several drops of white, sticky fluid onto the bed. Gangsheng, seeing
this, became even angrier, grabbed Wenwei's underwear from the bedside table and threw it into the living room, yelling, "Get out! Get out now!" Wenwei, like a
defeated rooster, dejectedly lowered his head and picked up the clothes, then found other clothes on the sofa, grabbed them in one hand
and his shoes in the other, and without even putting them on, he dashed out the door like a gust of wind.

Gang Sheng, his eyes blazing with fury, rushed over to Shi Wei and, without a word, slapped her twice across the face, leaving
her face stinging and covered in stars. Caught in the act, she was speechless, only able to clutch a pillow
tightly to her chest, tears welling in her eyes, cowering in the corner of the bed, trembling with fear. Gang Sheng , blinded by rage, had no mercy for her. Just as he was about to lash out, he saw a white liquid slowly flowing from between her legs, dripping onto the bed and forming a puddle that glistened under the light. His anger intensified, and he snatched the pillow, slapping Shi Wei twice more across the face, knocking her back onto the bed. He then turned and found several ties in the closet, binding her hands firmly to the iron posts on either side of the headboard , rendering her upper body immobile. He ripped off his coat and threw it on the floor, jumped onto the bed, and forcefully spread her legs apart, exposing her wet vulva completely to him. He roared, "You filthy bitch! Let me see your lewdness, see how much pleasure you give someone!" 　　After two days of prolonged intercourse, Wenwei's vulva had been thrust into countless times, and it was now slightly swollen. Her labia minora were as vibrant as if they were painted with lipstick, and her dark pubic hair was covered in a sticky, white fluid, making a mess. What angered Gangsheng the most was that the semen Wenwei had just ejaculated inside was now slowly flowing out, making him furious and even more jealous. Shiwei understood his feelings, of course, but the part she shouldn't have let him see was now exposed to him, clearly displayed, making her feel utterly ashamed She kicked and spread her legs, trying to break free from his grasp and squeeze them together, hoping it would make her feel a little better. 　　Seeing her struggle, Gangsheng simply grabbed a few more ties and tied her feet to the iron post at the foot of the bed. Shiwei was now lying in the middle of the bed, spread-eagled, unable to move, her buttocks swaying back and forth on the bed. Gangsheng was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the kitchen. When he returned, he was carrying a large eggplant, which Shiwei had bought to make his favorite dish, fish-flavored eggplant. Gangsheng tossed it in his hand, then with one hand spread her labia minora and with the other, he inserted the eggplant inside. "Wow…!" Shiwei screamed. Her vulva felt like it had been torn open, her vagina filled to bursting, the opening almost as wide as a can of cola, stretching as if it were about to rupture. The pain made her break out in a cold sweat, silently screaming for help. She never imagined that her usually doting husband, once blinded by rage, would become a completely different person. 　　Gangsheng cursed, "Slut! You stink!...Fine, you like it? I'll give you your fill right now ! You'll regret it!" He then forcefully shoved the eggplant deeper into her vagina. With a "squeak," the large amount of semen that Wenwei had just ejaculated inside, which hadn't yet drained out, was squeezed out and sprayed onto Gangsheng's hand, leaving droplets stuck to it. He added fuel to the fire, completely losing his mind in his madness. He wiped his hands on the sheets, then used all his strength to shove the eggplant into her vagina again and pull it out, thrusting in and out relentlessly. The eggplant was two or three times thicker than his penis; forcibly inserted inside, it stretched the vagina to an indescribable pain—there was no pleasure to be had. With the added erratic thrusting, Shiwei was in excruciating pain. She tried to twist and turn to avoid it, but her limbs were tightly bound, leaving her no way to escape. She endured the eggplant's relentless thrusting, screaming, "Ouch...it hurts so much...please...have mercy on me... I'll never do it again!" Tears streamed down her face, her lower body writhing in agony. 　　Gangsheng's anger hadn't subsided. He chuckled wickedly, "Feels good, doesn't it?...It feels good, doesn't it?... Did you scream like that when you gave it to me?...Even an eggplant is better than him...Had enough? Shameless!" He pushed and pulled a few more times, then with a forceful "plop," pulled it all the way out. The purple eggplant, covered in semen, had turned a pale white, unrecognizable. Shiwei suddenly felt the emptiness inside her vagina, gasped, and relaxed. After torturing her, Gang Sheng's anger subsided somewhat, but he was still not satisfied and plotted how to teach her a lesson she would never forget. 　　Seeing him stop, Shi Wei assumed his anger had subsided and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, seeing him walk out of the hall , she struggled to break free. But after only a few movements, she saw him return to the room, holding a sharp awl. A bad feeling washed over her, but she didn't know what he wanted. She screamed in terror, "Gang Sheng, are you crazy? You...you...you...what do you want to do?" Gang Sheng didn't answer. He sat on the edge of the bed, took a lighter from his pocket, and heated the awl over the fire. Shi Wei couldn't guess what he was up to. Her eyes widened in fear as she stared at him, almost urinating in shock. 　　Gang Sheng heated the awl until it was scorching hot, then sat between Shi Wei's legs, saying with a forced smile, "Hehe! Scared? How could you not be scared when you're seducing men? Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, I'm just leaving a mark on you so that you'll remember you've cheated on me whenever you see it. Of course, you'll have to pay the price!" With his left hand, he pinched one of her labia minora, pulling it out long. Under the light, it looked like a translucent piece of pink rubber, filled with tiny blood vessels. With his right hand, he held the sharp awl and stabbed it into the center of her delicate labia. Shi Wei let out a long scream, "Ah!..." and at the same time, there was a "sizzle" sound as a small puff of white smoke rose from her labia. In an instant, a small hole was pierced through it, the area around it slightly charred by the hot awl, but no blood out. Shi Wei shuddered in pain, her back covered in cold sweat, her body trembling uncontrollably. Before the pain had subsided, seeing Gang Sheng heat the awl on the lighter again, she pleaded, "Gang Sheng, even a night of marriage has a hundred nights of kindness. For the sake of our marriage, please forgive me! I know I was confused and made a mistake. Even if you point a knife at me, I will never do anything to betray you again. Please!" Gang Sheng said smugly, "Begging me now? Too late, isn't it? Once your head is chopped off, how can you put it back on?" Before he finished speaking, there was another "sizzle," and a wisp of white smoke rose from her other labia minora . As Shi Wei screamed like a pig being slaughtered, another small hole appeared on her labia. 　　Gang Sheng let his wife writhe in agony on the bed, then released her. He got up, went to the window facing the street, untied a small brass lock from the window grille, returned to her side, and stroked her vulva , saying, "This beautiful treasure, everyone loves it. No wonder Wenwei is so fascinated by it! Now let me add some decorations. If I don't make it look pretty, how will I face you when your old flame comes back?" Shiwei was already...

Overwhelmed by menstrual cramps, she was too disoriented to hear what he was saying. She felt him pinch her labia minora together, thread a small
brass lock through two small holes, and snap them together with a "click," like the popular "Pierre & Co." genital ornaments
in Europe and America: a padlock inexplicably hanging on tender skin.

Gang Sheng finished his masterpiece, laughed heartily, and said to her, "Good! Let's see
how cheat on men now! Without me unlocking this human chastity lock, no one's penis can penetrate you. Haha..." He
gently put the key in his pocket, ignoring Shi Wei's unbearable pain on the bed, leaving her still tied to
the bedpost, putting on his coat, and leaving without looking back. Downstairs, he hailed a taxi, asked
the driver to take him to San Po Kong, slipped into a bar, and drowned his sorrows alone in alcohol.

After he left, Shiwei struggled to loosen the tie binding her hands. She rubbed her
bruised wrists before looking down at her aching genitals, seeing the extent of his torment. She grabbed a mirror,
lay on the bed, and saw her vulva reflected in the lens—a red, swollen area. A small brass lock bound her labia minora
together , completely sealing the vaginal opening. She couldn't even insert a finger, let alone a penis. She was at a loss,
unsure what to do. She tried to find the key in the drawer of the wall cabinet in the living room, but every movement
made a fool of herself: the lock hung between her legs, drooping downwards as she spread them, stretching her labia minora,
causing pain and discomfort. The lock swayed with her movements, rubbing against the wound at the opening, bringing tears to her eyes. She had to
awkwardly hold the lock in place as she walked, looking utterly pathetic. The

urge to urinate, which she had almost experienced earlier, now became unbearable, so she went to the toilet
. As soon as it came out, oh my god! Her vulva was sealed shut, and the urine, blocked by her closed labia minora,
swelled up into a large blister inside, then, under pressure, sprayed out like a flower from the narrow slits of her labia minora
, soaking her legs. That wasn't so bad, though; the worst part was that the salty urine seeped into the wound, making
her jump around, a mix of pain and itching, impossible to scratch, requiring her to constantly bend over and hold the seal. She
hated Gangsheng to death for coming up with such a twisted idea to punish herself, vowing
to announce her divorce the moment he got home and never want to be with him again.

Meanwhile, Gangsheng was in a bar, drinking glass after glass, trying to drown his sorrows, but
only getting worse. His melancholy remained. A mountain of cigarette butts and empty glasses littered the table, and he resented
the unfairness of fate. He had two intimate women in his life. One he gave away willingly, without complaint, but how could
his wife have cheated on him? What had she done wrong? The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became, alternating between
images of his wife and her lover moaning and groaning under another man's crotch: clinging tightly to the man, experiencing multiple orgasms,
their wanton moans deafening, their vaginas receiving gushes of semen,
overflowing and spilling with lustful fluids…

He lit the last cigarette, clutching the empty pack in his hand, squeezing and squeezing until his palms
ached before he came to his senses. Thinking back, he realized he couldn't entirely blame Shiwei. He had been blinded by fame and fortune, focused only on
climbing the social ladder, neglecting his wife. No wonder that scoundrel took advantage of the situation! Besides, he was the
one who had cheated on her first, keeping a mistress behind her back. This was truly a case of reaping what he sowed! Everything seemed
to be preordained by fate. First, a mistress was sent to me, then a lover to my wife. Well,
now no one owes anyone anything; it's all even.

Before he knew it, the bar was closing time, and dawn was approaching. Thinking about how he had
treated , he realized it had been a bit too much. He decided to go home, comfort her, and let bygones
be bygones. He would be gentler and more attentive to her from now on, hoping for a fresh start. Hong Sheng, still slightly drunk,
staggered out of the bar, hailed a taxi, and drove home.

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