Shhh~ Be careful when you owe money! Bonus Chapter 01

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(I) Smoke curled from the short chimney of the sherry, swirling and lingering in the valley. The parking lot was always full, with cars coming and going amidst the blaring of loudspeakers. He Zhiyuan had never liked coming here since he was a child; he disliked the smell, the sounds, and the fact that everyone wore dark clothes. Today, he was dressed in what he disliked most—wearing sunglasses, a round-neck silk shirt, and a white flower pinned to his Armani black suit—looking exactly like someone attending a funeral. Yes! The man quickly walked through the crowd down the steps, eager to leave this nauseating place. "Let's go home first!" Zhiyuan instructed the driver. The black BMW swiftly glided past the U-turn before the tunnel, speeding along the overpass towards the city. The man washed away the lingering stench and walked naked to his desk. The children were all at school; he could take advantage of a few quiet hours to handle some things. Affected by global warming, temperatures in various regions this winter have fallen short of expectations. Crude oil prices, initially poised for a surge, have stalled, hovering around the $70 mark. CNOOC, which had placed an order for 500,000 barrels, withdrew when prices seemed poised for further increases. The LC placed and then withdrew, and even with the Abdullah ship already in service, where would all that oil go if the situation were to change? The Arabs were furious. Luckily, Xiaoyan had helped them earn a considerable amount recently, preventing a complete breakdown in relations. Now, Yunyun has flown to Beijing, and Xuanxuan is in Singapore arranging ships. If this situation isn't handled well, the loss of millions of dollars is a minor issue compared to the serious problem of unsold crude oil being dumped everywhere, damaging the East Asian market. Last night, the Japanese called and lectured him all night. He finally had a chance to be alone with Maggie, but he was in a bad mood and had no interest in anything. "Master, don't be bothered, go to sleep," Maggie said, her large breasts pressed against the man's chest, a habit she developed after giving birth. "There's no use worrying, we can always earn more money," Maggie said, gently scratching the man's cheek with her nose, her hand pulling his palm towards her genitals. The man felt her wetness, but couldn't muster any energy. Maggie seemed to understand his intentions, simply pressing her body tightly against him. Her voluptuous body exuded a fleshy fragrance, a scent the man loved. She shifted her body, intensifying the sensual aroma. "Don't forget about Sherry tomorrow, nine o'clock at the second funeral home," Maggie murmured, soon falling into the man's arms, softly snoring. The man gently stroked her breasts, and the woman whimpered before turning over and falling asleep. Sherry, dressed in black mourning attire, possessed large, doll-like eyes. Her long, tear-filled eyelashes accentuated her intellectual beauty. The black cheongsam draped over her shoulders, concealing most of her shapely legs, while her slender ankles, clad in semi-transparent black stockings, made her two-and-a-half-inch heels stand out even more. "The public memorial service is organized by HMS Investment Company, with President He Zhiyuan presiding..." As the representative of the largest shareholder of A Financial Holdings, the man scrutinized the figure of the chairman's secretary beneath her mourning clothes. The rough linen concealed the woman's beautiful long hair, but it could not hide her elegant demeanor. "The chief officiant takes his place... the attendants take their places..." The man stood with his hands at his sides, his mind preoccupied with the widow's slender waist wrapped in cloth. "Flowers..." That curve is truly beautiful... "Fruit..." Maggie said Sherry has been with her for almost ten years, but he has no recollection of it... "Family members return the greeting..." The man turned and bowed deeply to the only family member. As the woman bent over, he noticed the full shadow of her chest. Beautiful women are everywhere. Although the man was amazed that Maggie had such a secretary, he didn't want to pay any attention to her. Beauty is like a feather fluttering in the wind; if you don't pay attention to it, it will soon drift away from your memory... The man processed over a hundred emails. Although things weren't as expected, the damage was within controllable limits. The man stood up, stretched, and loosened his limbs. The three young mothers weren't home, and Maggie was busy to death because her secretary was on bereavement leave. The four children would cling to him every day when they got home, wanting to play and be held—it was more tiring than disciplining a woman. "Master, Madam Maggie requests your presence downstairs," Maria knocked gently on the door. "She's back?" The man glanced at the time; Maggie's return at noon surprised him. He hastily threw on a coat and turned to leave the room. "What happened?" "We were just taking her husband to the crematorium when Sherry suddenly screamed and fainted. We live closer, so I had them stay at the funeral home while I brought Sherry back to rest." Maggie busied herself wiping her sweat with a towel. Whether from excessive grief or exhaustion, the woman's brows were tightly furrowed, and her chest heaved. "She's really stubborn. Her husband has been having affairs for so many years, and she's been supporting him all this time. And now she's even committed suicide with another woman. Really..." "Hmm..." The man didn't know what to say, simply leaning against the door with his arms crossed. "To get yourself into this state for such a lousy man, really..." Maggie said helplessly, taking a cushion and placing it on Sherry's head, then lifting her long legs to help her lie down. "Husband...husband..." the woman murmured, her white breasts heaving between the loosened collar of her dress. "Silly woman, your husband hasn't been back for three or four years and you still can't forget him..." Maggie tenderly fed her some drinks, and the woman's face immediately flushed. Suddenly, a cunning look flashed in Maggie's eyes as she looked at the man and said, "I gave her some of the medicine Xiaoyan prescribed. Master, please help this unfortunate woman!" "Ah?... " Hearing Maggie's words, the man almost fell over, his mouth agape in astonishment, unable to utter a single word. ********** ... The delicate, small nipples gradually hardened, the skin whiter than snowflakes, combined with the two rosy points on the breasts, creating a bewitching and exquisite scene. The man gently pulled up the nipples, his huge hands squeezing and pinching wantonly, the plump flesh constantly deforming, the large breasts changing into various lewd shapes. The pink areolas seemed to spread out, the hard nipples shamelessly calling for the man's favor. The man took the jewel-like cherry into his mouth, gently savoring the woman's mature milky fragrance. One, two, three... The man slowly unbuttoned all the buttons on the cheongsam, leaving only black high-waisted underwear and stockings covering the thighs under the mourning clothes. The man kissed the nipples, one hand around the woman's bare shoulder, the other hand grasping the other breast, from the nipple to the breast, to the chest, to the navel, all the way to the woman's face and fragrant lips, kissing and sucking incessantly. In her unconscious state, Sherry's hands involuntarily clung to the man, her body twisting and turning in rhythm with his movements. Her alluring lips pressed tightly against his, her serpentine tongue darting into his mouth and hooking onto his. Her small panties couldn't conceal her thick pubic hair. The man lifted her right leg, pulling her stockings down to her knee, his tongue greedily licking the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Her panties were flipped to the side, revealing her glistening vulva. Thick, dark pubic hair obscured the entrance, her labia gently closed. The long-unexplored, closed petals released a mixture of sensual scents. The man covered them with his mouth, savoring the sensation with his tongue. A sweet, moist fluid flowed from the pink opening, a slightly fishy smell mingled with tiny white bubbles. The man greedily sucked the fragrant saliva into his mouth, while his hands moved up and down, relentlessly stimulating Sherry's most sensitive areas. "Ah..." the woman groaned, her waist, pushed up by the man, utterly powerless. The man gripped her ankles, spreading her legs as wide as possible. He thrust forward, his magnificent penis easily parting her labia, slowly penetrating her warm, wet vagina. His large, hard shaft slid in and out of her body, his movements slow and deliberate, carefully savoring the delicate tightness of her vaginal walls and the intense pleasure of his glans rubbing against the folds. "Mmm...mmm..." Sherry's brows furrowed, she gasped for breath, letting out short, high-pitched moans, her beautiful face filled with excitement and pleasure. The man reveled in her body, skillfully filling every fold with each thrust. He pumped forcefully, each penetration reaching the very end, each movement causing her body to tremble, each climax eliciting a captivating moan from her ripe flesh. "Ah...ah..." Her lonely vagina regained its elasticity, and the woman involuntarily wrapped her legs around the man's waist. The secret orifice was warm and tight, firmly enveloping the man's hard member. The tender inner walls writhed greedily, the glans almost always reaching...The impact struck her tingling cervix. Her unconscious lower body actively responded to the thrusting of his penis, her nectar spurting down her buttocks. The man brought Sheryl's legs together in front of his chin, slowly pulling down her right leg's semi-transparent stocking to her ankle, then removing the stocking and shoe together. He stopped, deeply gripping her clitoris, letting her left ankle, clad in a high heel, rest against his cheek, while taking her slender right foot, painted with black toenails, into his mouth. Perhaps due to years of wearing high heels, Sheryl's fair big toe was slightly deformed; the man tasted a faint saltiness and the scent of leather between her toes. "Ah…" Sheryl was ticklish; the man's movements on her right foot made her arch her back involuntarily, but this only made her shy clitoris more prominent, her tender cervix slamming heavily against the man's magnificent glans. Their lower bodies were tightly intertwined, and in the moment the woman struggled, the dark penis was faintly visible between her pink labia. "Oh my god...it's so itchy...so good..." Sherry twisted desperately, feeling her body's essence draining away from deep within her. Her husband hadn't touched her for many years, not even a proper conversation, let alone sex; she loved him, but he no longer loved her... "Ha..." Half-conscious, Sherry took a deep breath, the strange fullness in her lower body making her hair stand on end. "I'm wet...so wet..." Gradually regaining consciousness, Sherry felt her breasts being squeezed tightly, as if all the fat was about to burst from her skin. She couldn't control her twisting, but every time she changed position, a strong stimulation came from the place deep inside her vagina that her husband had never touched. "Ah..." Sherry felt her whole body burning, every pore sweating. "Ugh..." Sherry couldn't control her buttocks as they arched upwards, feeling a pleasurable sensation that brought tears to her eyes. A strange heat rose within her vagina with each movement, her blood boiling, as if every delicate nerve in her body was focused on that feeling of fullness. Each time her soft, deepest core was filled, it brought an unparalleled, indescribable pleasure. She had no other thoughts, only knowing to repeat the same movement with all her might—lifting her waist, lowering it…lifting her waist, lowering it… Sherry had never felt such an intense itch before, like a million ants inhabiting her vagina. A tingling sensation spread from her lower body, crawling over her abdomen…over her navel…up her breasts…all the way up her neck until her scalp tingled. Sherry felt a sharp pain from her leg cramps, but she couldn't relax her tense muscles. She could only forcefully curl her toes, using all her strength to resist the indescribable tingling sensation. "Ahhh~" Sherry sighed, her whole body seemingly exploding into shooting stars in the void. "Husband...husband..." the woman murmured, clinging to the man's neck. He hadn't moved since she started sucking on her toes. The unconscious woman swayed her slender waist automatically, challenging the authority of his penis again and again with her soft flesh. Finally, after heavy breathing, the man felt his penis being squeezed tighter and tighter. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed and relaxed, and the tense muscles in her limbs slowly eased. "Poor child..." Maggie sat on the carpet beside the sofa, gently wiping the sweat from Sherry's forehead. "Her clothes are soaked; she'll catch a cold like this. Master, help her up, I'll dry her off." The man picked up Sherry and let her sit on his lap so that Maggie could help her change out of her soaking wet cheongsam. His still-erect penis remained erect, and the stimulated woman's body involuntarily began to writhe again. Her long eyelashes trembled constantly, and the woman, clearly lacking practice, swayed clumsily on the man's body. "Husband...I want...I want more..." Sherry, with her eyes tightly closed, placed all her weight on the man's lap, and he could clearly feel her clitoris deformed under the pressure of gravity. "Ahhhhhh~" Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks, and the woman let out a moan that was hard to tell whether it was sadness or joy, "Oh...oh..." The position on top helped her reach orgasm faster, and Sherry's hair at her temples came loose as she weakly rested her pretty face on the man's shoulder. The man gave her no chance to catch her breath, his hips thrusting upwards relentlessly, her body rising and falling, her flower blooming and withering, withering and blooming again… “Ah…ah…” Her flower core, like a tiny insect hiding in a hole, was constantly being pecked at by the man’s glans. Ignoring the exhaustion after her orgasm, her wasp waist instinctively welcomed the penetrating assault of his penis. Her legs shook her hips vigorously, her vaginal opening feeling as if thousands of tentacles were constantly tugging at the man’s penis. Suddenly, Sherry slightly opened her eyes, her beautiful pupils gazing at the man in a daze, a mixture of sorrow, anguish, and even regret instantly converging on her beauty, tears instantly filling her eyes. The glans was still moving freely inside the woman’s body, the pubic hair on her flat, childless lower abdomen rubbing against the man, making a rustling sound. "Ah~ It hurts~" The man suddenly kissed Shery's nipple, the powerful suction like sucking milk, as if trying to tear her entire breast away. Her uterus and ovaries also jerked upwards under this intense stimulation, a strong current of pleasure coursing through every corner of her body. The man picked her up and stood up. Her long, slender legs, at 168 centimeters tall, weakly hooked around his waist, her 48-kilogram weight entirely supported by her clitoris pressing against his glans. His penis swelled like a wolf's, mercilessly forcing open her tight vaginal walls. Her pubic bone ached terribly, her uterus felt like it was about to burst, the unparalleled sensory stimulation driving the woman into an abyss of madness… "Thank you, Master," Maggie kissed the man's cheek. "What do you plan to do next?" The man twisted his neck, his joints cracking. "Does Master want to keep her?" "You decide what you've done," the man said calmly, his voice as indifferent and detached as ever. Sherry placed her briefcase at her feet, slightly uneasy. This was the first time in months she had delivered documents to the chairman's house. The chairman was still in his room getting ready, and Sherry felt as if she could smell her own scent lingering on the leather sofa. That day, after seeing her husband off at the mountain tower, she politely declined Maggie's company, choosing instead to close the door and face the loneliness of her home. The entire afternoon's busyness had left Sherry no chance to find the answer to the strange feeling in her body. Turning on the hot water and taking off her clothes, she finally saw the dark finger marks on her breasts in the mirror. Her pubic hair was disheveled and tangled, and her vulva was hardened by dried semen. In a daze, she vaguely remembered something happening at noon, and instantly collapsed, squatting in the bathroom and sobbing uncontrollably. From that day on, she was plagued by nightmares almost every night. Sometimes she was being held by her husband, sometimes she was enveloped in a white light. In her waking and sleeping states, she felt restless all over, and in the end, she would always wake up in a nightmare settling on the chairman's living room. The disarray of her lower body in the dead of night made her, a conservative woman, feel ashamed, and in the end, she could only muster the courage to caress her clitoris to fall into a deep sleep in a tiring orgasm. "Wait for me for five more minutes!" came Maggie's voice from inside the room. Sherry took a sip of tea, stood up, and paced around the living room. Elegant pearl earrings were visible beneath her long, updo hair, a dark scarf wrapped around her neck, and a black suit that accentuated her graceful figure. Beneath her knee-length skirt were her long, slender legs, and the woman's slender heels clicked silently on the thick carpet. Since the day of the funeral, she had never worn bright clothes again, and a trace of sorrow always lingered between her deeply furrowed brows. Sherry watched the white clouds drift past the mountaintops outside the window, when suddenly she sensed someone behind her…It seemed as if every delicate nerve in her body was focused on that feeling of fullness, and each time the soft depths of her flower were filled, it brought an unparalleled, indescribable, extreme pleasure. She had no other thoughts, only knowing to repeat the same action with all her might—lifting her waist, lowering it…lifting her waist, lowering it… Sherry had never felt such an intense itch before, as if a million ants were living in her vagina, a tingling sensation spreading from her lower body, crawling over her lower abdomen…crawling over her navel…crawling up her breasts…all the way up her neck until her scalp tingled. Sherry felt the sharp pain of her leg cramps, but she couldn't relax her tense muscles. She could only forcefully curl her toes, using all her strength to resist that indescribable tingling. "Ahhh~" Sherry sighed, her whole body seemingly exploding into shooting stars in the void. "Husband…husband…" the woman murmured, hugging the man's neck. He hadn't moved since she started sucking his toes. The unconscious woman swayed her slender waist automatically, challenging the authority of his penis again and again with her soft flesh. Finally, after heavy breathing, the man felt his penis being squeezed tightly. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed and relaxed, and the tense muscles in her limbs slowly eased. "Poor child..." Maggie sat on the carpet beside the sofa, gently wiping the sweat from Sherry's forehead. "Her clothes are soaked; she'll catch a cold like this. Master, please help her up, and I'll dry her off." The man picked up Sherry and let her sit on his lap so that Maggie could help her change out of her soaked cheongsam. His still-erect penis remained erect, and the stimulated woman's body involuntarily began to writhe again. Her long eyelashes trembled constantly, and the woman, clearly lacking practice, swayed clumsily on top of the man. "Husband...I want...I want more..." With her eyes tightly closed, Sherry placed all her weight on the man's lap. He could clearly feel her clitoris deformed under the pressure of gravity. "Ahhhhhh~" Two tears slid down her cheeks, and she let out a moan that was hard to tell if it was sadness or joy. "Oh...oh..." The superior position helped her reach orgasm faster. Sherry's hair at her temples came loose, and she weakly rested her pretty face on the man's shoulder. The man didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, his hips thrusting upwards relentlessly. Her body was lifted and lowered, her flower blooming and withering, withering and blooming again... "Sigh...sigh..." Her clitoris felt like a tiny insect hiding in a hole, constantly being pecked at by the man's glans. Ignoring the exhaustion after her orgasm, her wasp waist instinctively welcomed the penetrating assault of his penis. Her legs shook her hips vigorously, and it felt as if thousands of tentacles were constantly tugging at the man's penis inside her vagina. Suddenly, Sheryl opened her eyes slightly, her beautiful pupils gazing at the man in a daze. A mixture of sorrow, anguish, and even regret flashed across her face, and tears instantly welled in her eyes. The glans was still moving freely inside her, the pubic hair on her flat, childless lower abdomen rubbing against the man, making a soft rustling sound. "Ah~ it hurts~~" The man suddenly kissed Sheryl's nipple, the powerful suction as if trying to rip the breast away. Her uterus and ovaries jerked upwards under the intense stimulation, a powerful current of pleasure coursing through every corner of her body. The man lifted her up, her long, slender legs, reaching 168 cm in height, weakly hooking around his waist. Her 48 kg weight was entirely supported by her vulva pressing against the glans. The fleshy umbrella swelled like a wild wolf, mercilessly forcing open the tight walls of her body. Her pubic bone throbbed with pain, her uterus felt as if it had ruptured, and the unparalleled sensory stimulation plunged the woman into an abyss of madness… “Thank you, Master,” Maggie kissed the man’s cheek. “What do you plan to do next?” The man cracked his neck, his joints making a popping sound. “Does Master want to keep her?” “You decide what you’ve done,” the man said calmly, his voice as indifferent and detached as ever. ********** ... The afternoon's busyness left Sherry no time to find the answer to her unusual physical sensations. Turning on the hot water and taking off her clothes, she finally saw dark finger marks on her breasts in the mirror. Her pubic hair was disheveled and tangled, and her labia were hardened with dried semen. In a daze, she vaguely remembered something happening at noon, and she instantly collapsed, squatting in the bathroom and sobbing uncontrollably. From that day on, she was plagued by nightmares almost every night. Sometimes she was being held by her husband, sometimes a white light enveloped her entire body. In her waking state, she felt only restlessness, always waking up in a scene from the chairman's living room. The disarray of her genitals in the dead of night was unbearable for her conservative nature, and she often had to muster the courage to caress her clitoris to drift off to sleep in a weary climax. "Wait for me five more minutes!" came Maggie's voice from inside the room. Sherry sipped her tea, stood up, and paced around the living room. Elegant pearl earrings peeked from beneath her long, updo, a dark scarf wrapped around her neck, and a black suit accentuated her graceful figure. Her long, slender legs were visible beneath her knee-length skirt, and the woman's delicate heels clicked silently on the thick carpet. Since the day of her funeral, she had never worn bright clothes again, and a hint of sorrow always lingered between her deeply furrowed brows. Sherry watched the white clouds drift past the mountains outside the window, and suddenly felt someone behind her…It seemed as if every delicate nerve in her body was focused on that feeling of fullness, and each time the soft depths of her flower were filled, it brought an unparalleled, indescribable, extreme pleasure. She had no other thoughts, only knowing to repeat the same action with all her might—lifting her waist, lowering it…lifting her waist, lowering it… Sherry had never felt such an intense itch before, as if a million ants were living in her vagina, a tingling sensation spreading from her lower body, crawling over her lower abdomen…crawling over her navel…crawling up her breasts…all the way up her neck until her scalp tingled. Sherry felt the sharp pain of her leg cramps, but she couldn't relax her tense muscles. She could only forcefully curl her toes, using all her strength to resist that indescribable tingling. "Ahhh~" Sherry sighed, her whole body seemingly exploding into shooting stars in the void. "Husband…husband…" the woman murmured, hugging the man's neck. He hadn't moved since she started sucking his toes. The unconscious woman swayed her slender waist automatically, challenging the authority of his penis again and again with her soft flesh. Finally, after heavy breathing, the man felt his penis being squeezed tightly. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed and relaxed, and the tense muscles in her limbs slowly eased. "Poor child..." Maggie sat on the carpet beside the sofa, gently wiping the sweat from Sherry's forehead. "Her clothes are soaked; she'll catch a cold like this. Master, please help her up, and I'll dry her off." The man picked up Sherry and let her sit on his lap so that Maggie could help her change out of her soaked cheongsam. His still-erect penis remained erect, and the stimulated woman's body involuntarily began to writhe again. Her long eyelashes trembled constantly, and the woman, clearly lacking practice, swayed clumsily on top of the man. "Husband...I want...I want more..." With her eyes tightly closed, Sherry placed all her weight on the man's lap. He could clearly feel her clitoris deformed under the pressure of gravity. "Ahhhhhh~" Two tears slid down her cheeks, and she let out a moan that was hard to tell if it was sadness or joy. "Oh...oh..." The superior position helped her reach orgasm faster. Sherry's hair at her temples came loose, and she weakly rested her pretty face on the man's shoulder. The man didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, his hips thrusting upwards relentlessly. Her body was lifted and lowered, her flower blooming and withering, withering and blooming again... "Sigh...sigh..." Her clitoris felt like a tiny insect hiding in a hole, constantly being pecked at by the man's glans. Ignoring the exhaustion after her orgasm, her wasp waist instinctively welcomed the penetrating assault of his penis. Her legs shook her hips vigorously, and it felt as if thousands of tentacles were constantly tugging at the man's penis inside her vagina. Suddenly, Sheryl opened her eyes slightly, her beautiful pupils gazing at the man in a daze. A mixture of sorrow, anguish, and even regret flashed across her face, and tears instantly welled in her eyes. The glans was still moving freely inside her, the pubic hair on her flat, childless lower abdomen rubbing against the man, making a soft rustling sound. "Ah~ it hurts~~" The man suddenly kissed Sheryl's nipple, the powerful suction as if trying to rip the breast away. Her uterus and ovaries jerked upwards under the intense stimulation, a powerful current of pleasure coursing through every corner of her body. The man lifted her up, her long, slender legs, reaching 168 cm in height, weakly hooking around his waist. Her 48 kg weight was entirely supported by her vulva pressing against the glans. The fleshy umbrella swelled like a wild wolf, mercilessly forcing open the tight walls of her body. Her pubic bone throbbed with pain, her uterus felt as if it had ruptured, and the unparalleled sensory stimulation plunged the woman into an abyss of madness… “Thank you, Master,” Maggie kissed the man’s cheek. “What do you plan to do next?” The man cracked his neck, his joints making a popping sound. “Does Master want to keep her?” “You decide what you’ve done,” the man said calmly, his voice as indifferent and detached as ever. ********** ... The afternoon's busyness left Sherry no time to find the answer to her unusual physical sensations. Turning on the hot water and taking off her clothes, she finally saw dark finger marks on her breasts in the mirror. Her pubic hair was disheveled and tangled, and her labia were hardened with dried semen. In a daze, she vaguely remembered something happening at noon, and she instantly collapsed, squatting in the bathroom and sobbing uncontrollably. From that day on, she was plagued by nightmares almost every night. Sometimes she was being held by her husband, sometimes a white light enveloped her entire body. In her waking state, she felt only restlessness, always waking up in a scene from the chairman's living room. The disarray of her genitals in the dead of night was unbearable for her conservative nature, and she often had to muster the courage to caress her clitoris to drift off to sleep in a weary climax. "Wait for me five more minutes!" came Maggie's voice from inside the room. Sherry sipped her tea, stood up, and paced around the living room. Elegant pearl earrings peeked from beneath her long, updo, a dark scarf wrapped around her neck, and a black suit accentuated her graceful figure. Her long, slender legs were visible beneath her knee-length skirt, and the woman's delicate heels clicked silently on the thick carpet. Since the day of her funeral, she had never worn bright clothes again, and a hint of sorrow always lingered between her deeply furrowed brows. Sherry watched the white clouds drift past the mountains outside the window, and suddenly felt someone behind her…Sherry placed her briefcase at her feet, slightly uneasy. It was the first time in months she'd delivered documents to the chairman's house. He was still in his room getting ready, and Sherry felt a faint scent lingering on the leather sofa. That day, after seeing her husband off at the mountain tower, she politely declined Maggie's company, choosing instead to close the door and face the loneliness of her home. The afternoon's busyness hadn't given Sherry a chance to find the answer to the strange feeling in her body. Turning on the hot water and taking off her clothes, she saw dark finger marks on her breasts in the mirror. Her pubic hair was disheveled and tangled, and her labia were hardened with dried semen. In a daze, she vaguely remembered something happening at noon, and instantly collapsed, squatting in the bathroom and sobbing uncontrollably. From that day on, she was plagued by nightmares almost every night. Sometimes she was being held by her husband, sometimes a white light enveloped her. In her waking state, she only felt restless, but she always woke up in a scene from the chairman's living room. The disheveled state of her lower body in the dead of night made her, a woman of conservative nature, feel ashamed. In the end, she could only muster the courage to caress her clitoris to drift off to sleep in a weary climax. "Wait for me five more minutes!" came Maggie's voice from inside the room. Sherry sipped her tea, stood up, and paced around the living room. Elegant pearl earrings peeked from beneath her long, updo, a dark scarf wrapped around her neck, and a black suit accentuated her slender figure. Beneath her knee-length skirt were her long, shapely legs, and the woman's slender heels clicked silently on the thick carpet. Since the day of her funeral, she had never worn bright clothes again, and a hint of sorrow always lingered between her deeply furrowed brows. Sherry watched the white clouds drift past the mountains outside the window, and suddenly felt someone behind her…Sherry placed her briefcase at her feet, slightly uneasy. It was the first time in months she'd delivered documents to the chairman's house. He was still in his room getting ready, and Sherry felt a faint scent lingering on the leather sofa. That day, after seeing her husband off at the mountain tower, she politely declined Maggie's company, choosing instead to close the door and face the loneliness of her home. The afternoon's busyness hadn't given Sherry a chance to find the answer to the strange feeling in her body. Turning on the hot water and taking off her clothes, she saw dark finger marks on her breasts in the mirror. Her pubic hair was disheveled and tangled, and her labia were hardened with dried semen. In a daze, she vaguely remembered something happening at noon, and instantly collapsed, squatting in the bathroom and sobbing uncontrollably. From that day on, she was plagued by nightmares almost every night. Sometimes she was being held by her husband, sometimes a white light enveloped her. In her waking state, she only felt restless, but she always woke up in a scene from the chairman's living room. The disheveled state of her lower body in the dead of night made her, a woman of conservative nature, feel ashamed. In the end, she could only muster the courage to caress her clitoris to drift off to sleep in a weary climax. "Wait for me five more minutes!" came Maggie's voice from inside the room. Sherry sipped her tea, stood up, and paced around the living room. Elegant pearl earrings peeked from beneath her long, updo, a dark scarf wrapped around her neck, and a black suit accentuated her slender figure. Beneath her knee-length skirt were her long, shapely legs, and the woman's slender heels clicked silently on the thick carpet. Since the day of her funeral, she had never worn bright clothes again, and a hint of sorrow always lingered between her deeply furrowed brows. Sherry watched the white clouds drift past the mountains outside the window, and suddenly felt someone behind her…
A wave of tension washed over her, and she suddenly turned around. The man leaned against the wall of the passageway leading from the living room to the inner room, holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand. Their eyes met, and Sherry's heart suddenly pounded as if it would burst out of her chest… The man's lips were tightly pressed together as he slowly walked towards her. For some reason, a surge of heat suddenly welled up in Sherry's lower body, followed by a feeling of utter weakness. She leaned against the French windows, her legs giving way…

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