Crimson Blood Lotus

Night Lotus, Act 1
The clock on the wall was almost five. I finished my last task, tidied up the clutter, and prepared to clock out and rush home to cook dinner. Gently stroking my lower abdomen, I couldn't help but smile with joy. It had only been two months, but this child was the joy the whole family had been longing for, especially my husband. He had always hoped to have another child, a son, and since I was already getting older, he knew that if I didn't have the baby soon, I would be considered an elderly mother. Thinking of my husband, I felt truly happy. We had been married for fifteen years, and our love was still as strong as when we were newlyweds, without a trace of weariness. Friends and relatives always spoke of it with envy. I met my husband at a university club activity. I had many suitors, but I only fell for this silly, country bumpkin. It wasn't his family's wealth that attracted me, but rather his helpful heart. My husband's family has a long history of philanthropy, building bridges and roads, and being very generous. My father-in-law practiced medicine and saved countless lives. My husband shares this same personality; much of the large fortune he inherited from his father was donated to charity. The amount of wealth isn't important; what matters is the family's peace and happiness—that's enough. My husband's family has had only one son for three generations. Although I already have a daughter and a son, my husband still hopes to have more children, and he's been eagerly anticipating this baby in my belly for a long time. The five o'clock bell rang, and I got up, chatting and laughing with my colleagues, preparing to leave work. Suddenly, the manager's office door opened, and several important company executives, including the general manager, walked out. Leading the way was a tall, burly, overweight man with a shaved head, wearing monk's robes. He looked older than his age, but his face was ruddy, and his smiling appearance made him look like a Maitreya Buddha from a painting. The general manager respectfully called him "Master Maitreya." My colleagues told me he was a very famous master with many followers in the United States; he even designed the feng shui for our company, and the chairman was a huge believer in him. My family doesn't believe in ghosts or spirits and keeps our distance from such things, so I just smiled when my colleagues said that. But then, as Master Maitreya passed by, he suddenly trembled violently, turned around, and stood in front of me. Amidst a sea of surprised stares, he abruptly asked, "Was the female benefactor born on [date and time]?" I was astonished. I had never met this person before; how could he be so accurate? Master Maitreya looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my lower abdomen with a strange expression. He then calculated with his fingers, his expression grave, and shook his head, saying, "Your family has performed good deeds for three generations… how could this be?" His earnestness was palpable, and everyone nearby felt an unusual atmosphere. I, however, didn't think anything of it. This is the 21st century. I'm a highly educated person; how could I believe in such superstitious nonsense? "This child is quite unusual. For the sake of your family's safety, it's best to have someone examine him as soon as possible. In my humble opinion, ordinary people probably can't help much. If you're willing, I can offer my meager assistance..." I completely ignored him. This kind of fake kindness and extortion tactic is, in essence, just for money. How could I be foolish enough to believe this swindler? Seeing my lack of reaction, Master Maitreya appeared compassionate and sighed, "Madam, please do not take this lightly. If it is not dealt with promptly, there will be casualties in your family within seven to a month." These words enraged me. Monks are supposed to cultivate virtue and refine their speech; how could someone curse others with such rudeness! Ignoring the crowd, I slapped him across the face. A sharp crack echoed, and a five-finger handprint appeared on Master Maitreya's left cheek. Everyone around was stunned. The manager shouted for an apology, but Master Maitreya, despite the slap, gently calmed the crowd. Understanding my anger, Master Maitreya sighed deeply, took out a business card and several yellow talismans from his robes, and said, "Put these on your door, hoping for temporary peace… If you change your mind, this…" "You can always find me on my business card." I tore the talisman to shreds on the spot; if my colleague hadn't stopped me, I would have thrown the scraps back at the monk's face. After dinner, my daughter, Meiyue, went back to her room to study. She had just entered junior high last year, and although her grades had always been excellent, she still dared not be careless in the face of fierce competition for higher education. Xiaotong pestered his father to teach him computer skills. The workload in elementary school wasn't too heavy, and my husband always doted on his son, spending a lot of time with him after get off work. With nothing else to do, I went upstairs to take a shower and prepare for bed. Pouring cool water onto the skin is a secret to beauty and skincare; it promotes skin firmness and maintains elasticity. Many years have passed since my teenage years, yet I've always maintained a good figure. I apply lotion, drink milk, and do two hours of massage every day. Because of her athleticism, time has left almost no trace on her, and you can't tell she's already a mother of two. The only difference from a young girl is that her breasts are much fuller. Her 33E breasts are firm, perky, full, and round, and remarkably, they show no signs of sagging. In university, she was known for her large breasts, and girls often said behind her back that I was all looks and no brains. So I studied extra hard and entered graduate school with top marks. Much of her intelligence comes from her genes. Perhaps because she breastfed both children, her nipples are very dark, and her areolas are particularly large. Actually, her husband also bears some responsibility, because when Meiyue and Xiaotong were first born, he always tried to steal their milk. After showering, I changed into my bathrobe. The master bedroom... Others might come in, besides my husband, and my son is still young, so I usually don't wear underwear after showering; it feels more natural and is better for my health. I chose a backless silk nightgown, the black material highlighting my fair skin; the lace detailing at the chest subtly revealed my cleavage; the ruffled hem was very short, barely covering my thighs, and if I bent over, most of my pale buttocks would be exposed. I only dared to wear it in my room, because every time I saw my husband's drooling eyes, I felt this embarrassing outfit was worth it. At eleven o'clock, my husband came back to the room, and as usual, we talked about what happened during the day. Recently, someone wanted to buy the land our factory in Ankeng, and besides bribery, they also used coercion. I heard those people are gangsters. The methods were ruthless, and my husband has been troubled by this for days. Actually, the economy is bad right now, and my husband can't learn those unscrupulous ways to make money. Our factory has been losing money, and closing it down wouldn't be a big deal, but we're worried about the livelihoods of dozens of employees, so we're continuing to operate at a loss. My father-in-law left us a lot of assets, although most of them have been used up, we still have several plots of land in northern and central Taiwan, and properties overseas. All in all, it's enough for our family to live comfortably for a lifetime. Since we can help more people, losing a little money is okay. We all believe that God will always favor good people. Inadvertently, I mentioned what happened at the company today, and the more I talked, the angrier I became. My husband kept comforting me, saying not to pay attention to the nonsense of those charlatans, but then he seemed... He offered to accompany me to my prenatal checkup, showing concern. "I can go to the checkup myself, but I'd like to go out for a walk sometime. We haven't gone out as a family in a long time; if we don't go now, it'll be harder when my belly gets bigger." My husband thought about it and agreed, suggesting we go on a family outing this weekend. I remembered I was going shopping with Meiyue on Saturday, so I decided the whole family would go out on Sunday. Once the plan was set, my husband's hand, which had been resting on my lower abdomen, slowly moved down to my crotch, where I wasn't wearing underwear, and gently began to caress. "Do you want it?" "Of course I do. If I don't now, it'll be harder when my belly gets bigger," my husband whispered. Naturally, I let him "want" it; otherwise, why would I sleep in this outfit? I didn't sleep very well that night. Oh dear, the room feels strangely cold inside. The weather bureau didn't say there would be a cold snap these days. The dogs outside keep barking, not just normal barking, but a howling like wolves, sending chills down my spine. There are strange noises outside the room, like someone moving around… Is it Meiyue or Xiaotong? Why aren't they asleep so late? How are they going to class tomorrow? I faintly hear the sound of metal pipes being knocked over. Is it ours? I listen closely, but hear nothing. I drift off to sleep again. The next morning, Meiyue and Xiaotong both said they slept soundly last night, didn't hear any strange noises, and didn't get up or move around. I saw that all the doors were tightly locked, and the security system was working. It was impossible for a thief to have broken in. They probably just misheard, so I didn't pay much attention. I made savory porridge, pickled cucumbers, and fried dough sticks for my husband and children to eat breakfast, while I made myself a cup of milk. Strangely, the water seemed especially sweet today; after drinking it, I felt lightheaded. But my husband and children shook their heads, unable to taste anything special. I told the children about the family trip, and Meiyue and Xiaotong were very happy, saying they would make time for it. On Saturday, my husband took the Mercedes to the mechanic for maintenance, preparing for the outing the next day. I drove my little Marc, taking Meiyue to the department store. Xiaotong insisted on coming along, so we went together. Meiyue is going through puberty; she loves basketball and inherited my physique, so she would often complain to me, "Mom, my bra is too tight! It's making it hard for me to breathe!" At the lingerie counter in the department store, Meiyue was choosing a new bra, and I was also picking out some new styles. My daughter, trying on clothes in the fitting room, waved to me, asking me to come in and help her. As expected of a fourteen-year-old beauty, her figure was incredibly slender, and her skin was as white and delicate as feathers. Girls her age are all developing, but when Mizuki unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing her enormous breasts, I still felt a...Shocking. While Miyuki's hands and feet were slender and her face beautiful, her breasts seemed asymmetrically full. Though not terrifyingly large, their protruding curves, combined with her slender waist, were truly astonishing. Upon closer inspection, she wore a full-length bra embroidered with roses, the straps tightly covering her substantial breasts. Her small, beautiful face made her breasts appear even larger. Meanwhile, her shoulders and back, radiating a snowy glow, were incredibly slender. The bra straps rested on her small, delicate shoulders, highlighting her shapely waist. Her fitted light blue skirt further accentuated her rounded hips. Just then, Miyuki crouched slightly forward, gently picking up her skirt that had fallen to the ground. Her already ample breasts appeared even larger and more alluring with this movement. Although she wore a full-coverage bra, her breasts appeared as if she were wearing a half-cup, revealing the upper part of her snow-white, full breasts. Her erect nipples glowed with a pinkish luster, bouncing up and down with the movement of her breasts. Although her lower body was covered by a short skirt, revealing her full, fleshy buttocks, the snow-white cleavage supported by her bra was completely exposed. "Mom, the bra straps are too tight. Could you help me unhook the back?" I looked at my daughter in surprise. Her breasts were even more developed than mine were at that age. The bra was a size 31C, but her snow-white breasts were peeking out from beside the bra, which was too small, almost bursting out of it. I unhooked my daughter's bra, and her tender, jade-like breasts sprang out like cannonballs, standing tall and proud. Meiyue, cupping her ample breasts in her hands, pouted and said coquettishly, "I don't want breasts this big!" I could only sigh. These days, breast augmentation is all the rage among girls, but little do they know that wearing such large breasts only attracts unwanted attention and is a huge burden for a woman. Meiyue loves basketball, so she always buys highly elastic sports bras and tank tops, all in simple, girlish styles. Watching Meiyue posing in front of the full-length mirror, I felt a mother's pride. My daughter's breasts were firm, her waist slender, and her hips rounded, radiating the fresh charm of a teenage girl. When we were paying for the bras at the counter, the saleswoman kept praising them, saying that it was rare for someone only in the first year of junior high to have such large breasts; after looking at my figure, she complimented me, saying that like mother, like daughter. Xiaotong innocently asked me if her breasts would be as big as her mother's someday. I laughed and scolded, "Silly girl! You're a boy, how could you have breasts?" "Meiyue chimed in, "Yeah! What a guy should have big isn't his chest, it's his little chicken..." "Meiyue!" I interrupted her, clearly annoyed. Even though he was my younger brother, it was still incredibly inappropriate for a girl to make such a joke. Meiyue playfully stuck out her tongue and led Xiaotong away to another shop, leaving me to choose my own lingerie. After some searching, I selected a creamy-white silk one-piece nightgown. It was elegant and sophisticated, yet sexy, with a V-neck that revealed a large expanse of my breasts. Because of my large breasts, it only barely covered them. The half of her breast below the nipple was incredibly alluring; her lower body was clad in a high-cut swimsuit style, exposing her entire thigh. Wearing pantyhose would surely enhance the effect. Looking in the mirror, I examined my figure again, still feeling my calves were too thick and my buttocks too large. I should do more aerobics to reduce fat. Suddenly, I stared in shock at myself in the mirror. A small stain of blood slowly appeared on my lower abdomen, quickly expanding and instantly staining my snow-white underwear red. It flowed continuously, gushing out from my crotch. An alarming amount of bleeding. The liquid quickly left red marks on my thighs, then flowed down... overflowing the mirror. My soles were wet and warm. For a moment, I didn't understand what had happened, until my reflection in the mirror gave me a sinister, eerie smile. "Ah, ahhhhhhh!" I screamed, turning and running out of the fitting room. Even outside, I couldn't stop the fear in my heart, screaming frantically. The sales clerks were terrified; a group of people rushed over to see what had happened, worried that something was wrong with me, and even more worried that I had disturbed other customers. (Mizuki) Hearing the noise, she ran back with Xiaotong. Seeing me like this, she cried in panic, hugging me tightly and saying repeatedly, "Mom, Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here, we're all here..." Feeling the warmth from my daughter, my fear subsided considerably, but for some reason, an ominous pain lingered in my chest, refusing to dissipate... Yesterday, to avoid worrying my family, I used seeing a cockroach as an excuse. Meiyue kept laughing at me for being cowardly, so afraid of even a cockroach. I didn't know how to explain. Should I just tell her what I saw in the mirror? That would only cause unnecessary worry, and besides, even I thought it was ridiculous. Was what I saw a hallucination? Of course it was, because it was later confirmed that there was no blood on my feet, and there was nothing unusual in the fitting room. What else could it be but a hallucination? But the moment the hot blood touched my soles, the warm feeling was so real, making me involuntarily anxious. Cheer up! Today is an important day for our family outing. If the reason for my hallucinations is the stress of life, then let's take this opportunity to relax! I made a cup of milk before leaving, and it still tastes sweet and delicious. We only use tap water at home, so how could it suddenly taste so good? Nobody would believe me. Our route for the outing is along the Northern Cross-Island Highway, passing by the Emerald Reservoir area, where we'll stop for lunch. It's early spring now, with budding green grass and blooming wildflowers—a perfect time to get close to nature. Although it's not as spectacular as the Yangmingshan flower season, the beauty of the Northern Cross-Island Highway's scenery is quite unique. My husband introduced the children to flowers; he's quite good at this since leading group activities in college. Meiyue knows my preferences and specially found me a few sprigs of milky-white wild ginger flowers. Their rich fragrance and elegant color make me love them more than roses or peonies. Little Tong, being so young, could only follow behind his older sister, shouting loudly. Although he couldn't do much, his energetic appearance reassured me, his mother. We ate lunch at a local chicken restaurant. Located near a reservoir, the restaurants here also sell live fish, fried, grilled, stir-fried, and boiled – multiple ways to prepare a single fish, each with its own unique flavor – truly a wonderful Taiwanese delicacy. Because we were so engrossed in admiring the lush green mountains and the interplay of sunlight and clouds, it was already evening when we headed back. Darkness falls quickly in the mountains, and with the light rain and hazy mist, visibility was poor. We turned on our headlights and drove cautiously. "Where are the children?" "Shh… in the back, they seem to be asleep." My husband glanced in the rearview mirror, smiled reassuringly, and moved his right hand from the gearshift to my thigh, gently massaging it. I was wearing a loose black dress today, and knowing what my husband meant, I let him pull up the hem, revealing my rounded knees and thighs clad in black stockings. "Honey, you… drive carefully!" My voice wasn't loud, just a gentle reminder, not a refusal. I let my husband pull my skirt up to my waist, then slip his hand inside my panties. The panties were the same black silk, with openwork rose lace along the edges. I could see the dark pubic hair swaying shyly under the man's fingers. I bit my lower lip, my snow-white thighs trembling, trying hard not to let out a moan that might wake the children in the back seat. "Night Lotus, you get wet so quickly, do you want it again?" I glared at my husband, half-scolding, half-joking, but when he touched my sensitive clitoris, I couldn't help but let out a sharp sound, and my nectar flowed uncontrollably. "Husband... watch where you're going..." Ignoring my soft moan, my husband inserted his fingers into my vagina until the second knuckle. It was so sensitive that even the slightest movement made me moan and wriggle my hips. A burning sensation spread from my crotch to my entire body. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, like being ripped open with a knife, jolting me awake. The first thing I noticed was something very wrong: there wasn't much wind outside the car window, but the rain was falling at an angle, like a gale. The second thing was the route we were taking. We often traveled the Northern Cross-Island Highway, especially this section; I remembered it clearly—many curves. There was no reason we'd been driving straight all this time. "Husband!" I cried out in terror, grabbing his arm. Before I could say anything, I heard a piercing screech of tires skidding, and then it happened. Our Mercedes veered off the road and rolled down the hillside… Two hours later, in the hospital, I stared blankly at the still-flashing red operating room light, a sentence echoing in my ears: "This child is very unusual. For your family's safety, it's best to deal with it as soon as possible… Within seven days, or at the latest a month, there will be casualties in your family."Yuewei squatted down, gently picking up her skirt that had fallen to the ground. Her already ample breasts appeared even larger and more alluring with this movement. Although she was wearing a full-coverage bra, her breasts looked like a half-cup, revealing the upper part of her snow-white, full breasts. The erect nipples shone with a pinkish luster, bouncing up and down with the movement of her chest. Although her lower body was covered by a short skirt that concealed her full, fleshy buttocks, the snow-white cleavage supported by the bra was completely exposed. "Mom, the bra straps are too tight. Could you help me unhook the back?" I looked at my daughter in surprise. Her breasts were even more developed than mine were at that age. The bra size was 31C, but her snow-white breasts were squeezed out from beside the bra, which was too small, almost bursting out of it. I helped my daughter unhook the bra, and her snow-white, tender breasts sprang out like cannonballs, standing tall and proud. Meiyue, cupping her ample breasts in her hands, pouted and said coquettishly, "I don't want breasts this big!" I could only sigh. These days, breast augmentation is all the rage among girls, but little do they know that wearing such large breasts only attracts unwanted attention and is a huge burden for a woman. Meiyue loves basketball, so she always buys highly elastic sports bras and tank tops, all in simple, girlish styles. Watching Meiyue posing in front of the full-length mirror, I felt a mother's pride. My daughter's breasts were firm, her waist slender, and her hips rounded, radiating the fresh charm of a teenage girl. When we were paying for the bras at the counter, the saleswoman kept praising them, saying that it was rare for someone only in the first year of junior high to have such large breasts; after looking at my figure, she complimented me, saying that like mother, like daughter. Xiaotong innocently asked me if her breasts would be as big as her mother's someday. I laughed and scolded, "Silly girl! You're a boy, how could you have breasts?" "Meiyue chimed in, "Yeah! What a guy should have big isn't his chest, it's his little chicken..." "Meiyue!" I interrupted her, clearly annoyed. Even though he was my younger brother, it was still incredibly inappropriate for a girl to make such a joke. Meiyue playfully stuck out her tongue and led Xiaotong away to another shop, leaving me to choose my own lingerie. After some searching, I selected a creamy-white silk one-piece nightgown. It was elegant and sophisticated, yet sexy, with a V-neck that revealed a large expanse of my breasts. Because of my large breasts, it only barely covered them. The half of her breast below the nipple was incredibly alluring; her lower body was clad in a high-cut swimsuit style, exposing her entire thigh. Wearing pantyhose would surely enhance the effect. Looking in the mirror, I examined my figure again, still feeling my calves were too thick and my buttocks too large. I should do more aerobics to reduce fat. Suddenly, I stared in shock at myself in the mirror. A small stain of blood slowly appeared on my lower abdomen, quickly expanding and instantly staining my snow-white underwear red. It flowed continuously, gushing out from my crotch. An alarming amount of bleeding. The liquid quickly left red marks on my thighs, then flowed down... overflowing the mirror. My soles were wet and warm. For a moment, I didn't understand what had happened, until my reflection in the mirror gave me a sinister, eerie smile. "Ah, ahhhhhhh!" I screamed, turning and running out of the fitting room. Even outside, I couldn't stop the fear in my heart, screaming frantically. The sales clerks were terrified; a group of people rushed over to see what had happened, worried that something was wrong with me, and even more worried that I had disturbed other customers. (Mizuki) Hearing the noise, she ran back with Xiaotong. Seeing me like this, she cried in panic, hugging me tightly and saying repeatedly, "Mom, Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here, we're all here..." Feeling the warmth from my daughter, my fear subsided considerably, but for some reason, an ominous pain lingered in my chest, refusing to dissipate... Yesterday, to avoid worrying my family, I used seeing a cockroach as an excuse. Meiyue kept laughing at me for being cowardly, so afraid of even a cockroach. I didn't know how to explain. Should I just tell her what I saw in the mirror? That would only cause unnecessary worry, and besides, even I thought it was ridiculous. Was what I saw a hallucination? Of course it was, because it was later confirmed that there was no blood on my feet, and there was nothing unusual in the fitting room. What else could it be but a hallucination? But the moment the hot blood touched my soles, the warm feeling was so real, making me involuntarily anxious. Cheer up! Today is an important day for our family outing. If the reason for my hallucinations is the stress of life, then let's take this opportunity to relax! I made a cup of milk before leaving, and it still tastes sweet and delicious. We only use tap water at home, so how could it suddenly taste so good? Nobody would believe me. Our route for the outing is along the Northern Cross-Island Highway, passing by the Emerald Reservoir area, where we'll stop for lunch. It's early spring now, with budding green grass and blooming wildflowers—a perfect time to get close to nature. Although it's not as spectacular as the Yangmingshan flower season, the beauty of the Northern Cross-Island Highway's scenery is quite unique. My husband introduced the children to flowers; he's quite good at this since leading group activities in college. Meiyue knows my preferences and specially found me a few sprigs of milky-white wild ginger flowers. Their rich fragrance and elegant color make me love them more than roses or peonies. Little Tong, being so young, could only follow behind his older sister, shouting loudly. Although he couldn't do much, his energetic appearance reassured me, his mother. We ate lunch at a local chicken restaurant. Located near a reservoir, the restaurants here also sell live fish, fried, grilled, stir-fried, and boiled – multiple ways to prepare a single fish, each with its own unique flavor – truly a wonderful Taiwanese delicacy. Because we were so engrossed in admiring the lush green mountains and the interplay of sunlight and clouds, it was already evening when we headed back. Darkness falls quickly in the mountains, and with the light rain and hazy mist, visibility was poor. We turned on our headlights and drove cautiously. "Where are the children?" "Shh… in the back, they seem to be asleep." My husband glanced in the rearview mirror, smiled reassuringly, and moved his right hand from the gearshift to my thigh, gently massaging it. I was wearing a loose black dress today, and knowing what my husband meant, I let him pull up the hem, revealing my rounded knees and thighs clad in black stockings. "Honey, you… drive carefully!" My voice wasn't loud, just a gentle reminder, not a refusal. I let my husband pull my skirt up to my waist, then slip his hand inside my panties. The panties were the same black silk, with openwork rose lace along the edges. I could see the dark pubic hair swaying shyly under the man's fingers. I bit my lower lip, my snow-white thighs trembling, trying hard not to let out a moan that might wake the children in the back seat. "Night Lotus, you get wet so quickly, do you want it again?" I glared at my husband, half-scolding, half-joking, but when he touched my sensitive clitoris, I couldn't help but let out a sharp sound, and my nectar flowed uncontrollably. "Husband... watch where you're going..." Ignoring my soft moan, my husband inserted his fingers into my vagina until the second knuckle. It was so sensitive that even the slightest movement made me moan and wriggle my hips. A burning sensation spread from my crotch to my entire body. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, like being ripped open with a knife, jolting me awake. The first thing I noticed was something very wrong: there wasn't much wind outside the car window, but the rain was falling at an angle, like a gale. The second thing was the route we were taking. We often traveled the Northern Cross-Island Highway, especially this section; I remembered it clearly—many curves. There was no reason we'd been driving straight all this time. "Husband!" I cried out in terror, grabbing his arm. Before I could say anything, I heard a piercing screech of tires skidding, and then it happened. Our Mercedes veered off the road and rolled down the hillside… Two hours later, in the hospital, I stared blankly at the still-flashing red operating room light, a sentence echoing in my ears: "This child is very unusual. For your family's safety, it's best to deal with it as soon as possible… Within seven days, or at the latest a month, there will be casualties in your family."Yuewei squatted down, gently picking up her skirt that had fallen to the ground. Her already ample breasts appeared even larger and more alluring with this movement. Although she was wearing a full-coverage bra, her breasts looked like a half-cup, revealing the upper part of her snow-white, full breasts. The erect nipples shone with a pinkish luster, bouncing up and down with the movement of her chest. Although her lower body was covered by a short skirt that concealed her full, fleshy buttocks, the snow-white cleavage supported by the bra was completely exposed. "Mom, the bra straps are too tight. Could you help me unhook the back?" I looked at my daughter in surprise. Her breasts were even more developed than mine were at that age. The bra size was 31C, but her snow-white breasts were squeezed out from beside the bra, which was too small, almost bursting out of it. I helped my daughter unhook the bra, and her snow-white, tender breasts sprang out like cannonballs, standing tall and proud. Meiyue, cupping her ample breasts in her hands, pouted and said coquettishly, "I don't want breasts this big!" I could only sigh. These days, breast augmentation is all the rage among girls, but little do they know that wearing such large breasts only attracts unwanted attention and is a huge burden for a woman. Meiyue loves basketball, so she always buys highly elastic sports bras and tank tops, all in simple, girlish styles. Watching Meiyue posing in front of the full-length mirror, I felt a mother's pride. My daughter's breasts were firm, her waist slender, and her hips rounded, radiating the fresh charm of a teenage girl. When we were paying for the bras at the counter, the saleswoman kept praising them, saying that it was rare for someone only in the first year of junior high to have such large breasts; after looking at my figure, she complimented me, saying that like mother, like daughter. Xiaotong innocently asked me if her breasts would be as big as her mother's someday. I laughed and scolded, "Silly girl! You're a boy, how could you have breasts?" "Meiyue chimed in, "Yeah! What a guy should have big isn't his chest, it's his little chicken..." "Meiyue!" I interrupted her, clearly annoyed. Even though he was my younger brother, it was still incredibly inappropriate for a girl to make such a joke. Meiyue playfully stuck out her tongue and led Xiaotong away to another shop, leaving me to choose my own lingerie. After some searching, I selected a creamy-white silk one-piece nightgown. It was elegant and sophisticated, yet sexy, with a V-neck that revealed a large expanse of my breasts. Because of my large breasts, it only barely covered them. The half of her breast below the nipple was incredibly alluring; her lower body was clad in a high-cut swimsuit style, exposing her entire thigh. Wearing pantyhose would surely enhance the effect. Looking in the mirror, I examined my figure again, still feeling my calves were too thick and my buttocks too large. I should do more aerobics to reduce fat. Suddenly, I stared in shock at myself in the mirror. A small stain of blood slowly appeared on my lower abdomen, quickly expanding and instantly staining my snow-white underwear red. It flowed continuously, gushing out from my crotch. An alarming amount of bleeding. The liquid quickly left red marks on my thighs, then flowed down... overflowing the mirror. My soles were wet and warm. For a moment, I didn't understand what had happened, until my reflection in the mirror gave me a sinister, eerie smile. "Ah, ahhhhhhh!" I screamed, turning and running out of the fitting room. Even outside, I couldn't stop the fear in my heart, screaming frantically. The sales clerks were terrified; a group of people rushed over to see what had happened, worried that something was wrong with me, and even more worried that I had disturbed other customers. (Mizuki) Hearing the noise, she ran back with Xiaotong. Seeing me like this, she cried in panic, hugging me tightly and saying repeatedly, "Mom, Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here, we're all here..." Feeling the warmth from my daughter, my fear subsided considerably, but for some reason, an ominous pain lingered in my chest, refusing to dissipate... Yesterday, to avoid worrying my family, I used seeing a cockroach as an excuse. Meiyue kept laughing at me for being cowardly, so afraid of even a cockroach. I didn't know how to explain. Should I just tell her what I saw in the mirror? That would only cause unnecessary worry, and besides, even I thought it was ridiculous. Was what I saw a hallucination? Of course it was, because it was later confirmed that there was no blood on my feet, and there was nothing unusual in the fitting room. What else could it be but a hallucination? But the moment the hot blood touched my soles, the warm feeling was so real, making me involuntarily anxious. Cheer up! Today is an important day for our family outing. If the reason for my hallucinations is the stress of life, then let's take this opportunity to relax! I made a cup of milk before leaving, and it still tastes sweet and delicious. We only use tap water at home, so how could it suddenly taste so good? Nobody would believe me. Our route for the outing is along the Northern Cross-Island Highway, passing by the Emerald Reservoir area, where we'll stop for lunch. It's early spring now, with budding green grass and blooming wildflowers—a perfect time to get close to nature. Although it's not as spectacular as the Yangmingshan flower season, the beauty of the Northern Cross-Island Highway's scenery is quite unique. My husband introduced the children to flowers; he's quite good at this since leading group activities in college. Meiyue knows my preferences and specially found me a few sprigs of milky-white wild ginger flowers. Their rich fragrance and elegant color make me love them more than roses or peonies. Little Tong, being so young, could only follow behind his older sister, shouting loudly. Although he couldn't do much, his energetic appearance reassured me, his mother. We ate lunch at a local chicken restaurant. Located near a reservoir, the restaurants here also sell live fish, fried, grilled, stir-fried, and boiled – multiple ways to prepare a single fish, each with its own unique flavor – truly a wonderful Taiwanese delicacy. Because we were so engrossed in admiring the lush green mountains and the interplay of sunlight and clouds, it was already evening when we headed back. Darkness falls quickly in the mountains, and with the light rain and hazy mist, visibility was poor. We turned on our headlights and drove cautiously. "Where are the children?" "Shh… in the back, they seem to be asleep." My husband glanced in the rearview mirror, smiled reassuringly, and moved his right hand from the gearshift to my thigh, gently massaging it. I was wearing a loose black dress today, and knowing what he meant, I let him pull up the hem, revealing my rounded knees and thighs clad in black stockings. "Honey, you… drive carefully!" My voice wasn't loud, just a gentle reminder, not a refusal. I let my husband pull my skirt up to my waist, then slip his hand inside my panties. The panties were the same black silk, with openwork rose lace along the edges. I could see the dark pubic hair swaying shyly under the man's fingers. I bit my lower lip, my snow-white thighs trembling, trying hard not to let out a moan that might wake the children in the back seat. "Night Lotus, you get wet so quickly, do you want it again?" I glared at my husband, half-scolding, half-joking, but when he touched my sensitive clitoris, I couldn't help but let out a sharp sound, and my nectar flowed uncontrollably. "Husband... watch where you're going..." Ignoring my soft moan, my husband inserted his fingers into my vagina until the second knuckle. It was so sensitive that even the slightest movement made me moan and wriggle my hips. A burning sensation spread from my crotch to my entire body. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, like being ripped open with a knife, jolting me awake. The first thing I noticed was something very wrong: there wasn't much wind outside the car window, but the raindrops were falling at an angle, like a gale. The second thing was the route we were taking. We often traveled the Northern Cross-Island Highway, especially this section; I remembered it clearly—many curves. There was no reason we'd been driving straight all this time. "Husband!" I cried out in terror, grabbing his arm. Before I could say anything, I heard a piercing screech of tires skidding, and then it happened. Our Mercedes veered off the road and rolled down the hillside… Two hours later, in the hospital, I stared blankly at the still-flashing red operating room light, a sentence echoing in my ears: "This child is very unusual. For your family's safety, it's best to deal with it as soon as possible… At most a month, at least seven days, there will be casualties in your family."Her breasts were firm, her waist slender, and her hips rounded, radiating the fresh charm of a teenage girl. After trying on a bra, while paying at the counter, the saleswoman kept praising me, saying that it was rare for someone only in the first year of junior high to have such large breasts; after looking at my figure, she complimented that like mother, like daughter. Xiaotong innocently asked me if her breasts would be as big as her mother's someday. I laughed and scolded, "Silly girl! You're a boy, how could you have breasts?" Meiyue chimed in, "Yeah! What boys should have big isn't their breasts, it's their little penis..." "Meiyue!" I interrupted her, displeased. Even though she was my younger brother, it was too inappropriate for a girl to make such jokes. Meiyue playfully stuck out her tongue and took Xiaotong to another shop, allowing me to choose my own underwear. After several selections, I chose a creamy white silk one-piece nightgown. Elegant and sophisticated, yet sensual, the dress featured a V-neck that revealed a large expanse of breast muscle. Because of my large breasts, it only barely covered half of my nipples, making it incredibly alluring. The lower body was a swimsuit-style high-cut top, exposing my entire thighs. If I wore pantyhose, the effect would be even more stunning. Looking in the mirror, I examined my figure again, still feeling that my calves were too thick and my buttocks too large. I should do more aerobics to reduce fat. Suddenly, I stared in shock at myself in the mirror. A small bloodstain slowly appeared on my lower abdomen, quickly expanding and instantly staining my snow-white underwear red. It flowed continuously down, overflowing from my crotch. The astonishing amount of bleeding quickly left red marks on my thighs, and continued to flow down… out of the mirror. My feet felt wet and warm. For a moment, I didn't understand what had happened until my reflection in the mirror gave me a sinister and eerie smile. "Ah, ahhhhhh!" I screamed loudly, turned around and ran out of the fitting room. Even outside, I couldn't stop the fear in my heart and kept screaming for my life. The sales assistants were terrified, and a group of people rushed over to see what had happened to me, worried that something was wrong with me and even more worried that I would disturb other customers. Meiyue heard the noise and ran back with Xiaotong. Seeing me like this, she cried in panic and hugged me tightly, saying repeatedly, "Mom, Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here, we're all here..." Feeling the warmth of my daughter, the fear subsided a lot, but for some reason, an ominous pain lingered in my chest and did not dissipate for a long time... Yesterday, in order not to worry my family, I finally explained it away by saying that I saw a cockroach. Meiyue kept laughing at me for being a coward, that I was so afraid of seeing a cockroach. I didn't know how to explain it. Should I just tell them... Should I tell her what I saw in the mirror? That would only cause unnecessary worry, and besides, even I find it utterly absurd and ridiculous. Was I hallucinating? Of course I was, because it was later confirmed that there was no blood on my feet, and the fitting room was perfectly normal. What else could it be but a hallucination? However, the moment the hot blood touched my soles, the warm sensation was so real that it made me involuntarily anxious. Cheer up! Today is an important day for our family trip. If the reason for the hallucination is the pressure of life, then let's take this opportunity to relax. Let's relax a bit! I made myself a cup of milk before heading out, and it still tasted sweet and delicious. We only use tap water at home, so how could it suddenly taste so good? Nobody would believe me. Our route for the spring outing was along the Northern Cross-Island Highway, passing by the Emerald Reservoir area, where we stopped for lunch. It's early spring now, the grass is just sprouting, and wildflowers are in full bloom—a perfect time to get close to nature. While it's not as spectacular as the Yangmingshan flower season, the beauty of the Northern Cross-Island Highway's mountains and waters has its own unique charm. My husband showed the kids about flowers; he's quite good at that since leading group activities in college. Meiyue knows I like... Okay, she specially found me a few sprigs of milky-white wild ginger flowers. Their rich fragrance and elegant appearance make me love them more than roses or peonies. Little Tong is too young to do much, so he just follows behind his older sister, shouting loudly. Although he can't do much, his energetic appearance makes me, his mother, feel at ease. We had lunch at a local chicken restaurant. Located near the reservoir, the restaurants here also sell live fish, fried, grilled, stir-fried, and boiled – a variety of ways to prepare a single fish, each with its own unique flavor. It truly is a wonderful Taiwanese delicacy. Because we were so captivated by the lush green scenery and the interplay of light and shadow on the sky, it was already evening when we headed back. It gets dark quickly in the mountains. It started drizzling again, the mist obscuring visibility. We turned on the headlights and drove cautiously. "Where are the kids?" "Shh...in the back, they seem to be asleep." My husband glanced in the rearview mirror, smiled reassuringly, and moved his right hand from the gearshift to my thigh, gently massaging it. I was wearing a loose black dress today, and knowing what my husband meant, I let him pull up the hem, revealing my rounded knees and thighs clad in black stockings. "Honey, you...drive carefully!" My voice wasn't loud, just a gentle reminder, not a refusal, letting my husband pull up my skirt. He reached my waist, then slipped his hand inside my panties. The panties were the same black silk, with openwork rose lace along the edges. I could see the dark pubic hair swaying shyly under his fingers' caresses. I bit my lower lip, my snow-white thighs trembling uncontrollably, trying hard not to let out a moan that might wake my children in the back seat. 'Night Lotus, you get wet so quickly, do you want it again?' I glared at my husband, a mixture of reproach and delight, but when he touched my sensitive clitoris, a sharp sound escaped my throat, and my nectar flowed uncontrollably. 'H-husband…watch where you're going…' Ignoring my soft moans, my husband inserted his finger into my vagina up to the second knuckle. It was so sensitive that even the slightest movement made me moan and wriggle my hips. A burning sensation spread from my crotch to my entire body. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, like being ripped open with a knife, jolting me awake. The first thing I noticed was something very wrong: there wasn't much wind outside the car window, but the raindrops were falling at an angle, like a gale. The second thing was the route we were taking. We often travel the Northern Cross-Island Highway, especially this section. I remember it clearly, there were many turns, there's no reason for it to still be driving straight. "Honey!" I cried out in terror, grabbing his arm. Before I could say anything, I heard a piercing screech of tires skidding, and then it happened. Our Mercedes veered off the road and rolled violently down the hillside… Two hours later, in the hospital, I stared blankly at the still-flashing red operating room light, a sentence echoing in my ears: "This child is very unusual. For your family's safety, it's best to deal with it as soon as possible… At most a month, at least seven days, there will be casualties in your family."Her breasts were firm, her waist slender, and her hips rounded, radiating the fresh charm of a teenage girl. After trying on a bra, while paying at the counter, the saleswoman kept praising me, saying that it was rare for someone only in the first year of junior high to have such large breasts; after looking at my figure, she complimented that like mother, like daughter. Xiaotong innocently asked me if her breasts would be as big as her mother's someday. I laughed and scolded, "Silly girl! You're a boy, how could you have breasts?" Meiyue chimed in, "Yeah! What boys should have big isn't their breasts, it's their little penis..." "Meiyue!" I interrupted her, displeased. Even though she was my younger brother, it was too inappropriate for a girl to make such jokes. Meiyue playfully stuck out her tongue and took Xiaotong to another shop, allowing me to choose my own underwear. After several selections, I chose a creamy white silk one-piece nightgown. Elegant and sophisticated, yet sensual, the dress featured a V-neck that revealed a large expanse of breast muscle. Because of my large breasts, it only barely covered half of my nipples, making it incredibly alluring. The lower body was a swimsuit-style high-cut top, exposing my entire thighs. If I wore pantyhose, the effect would be even more stunning. Looking in the mirror, I examined my figure again, still feeling that my calves were too thick and my buttocks too large. I should do more aerobics to reduce fat. Suddenly, I stared in shock at myself in the mirror. A small bloodstain slowly appeared on my lower abdomen, quickly expanding and instantly staining my snow-white underwear red. It flowed continuously down, overflowing from my crotch. The astonishing amount of bleeding quickly left red marks on my thighs, and continued to flow down… out of the mirror. My feet felt wet and warm. For a moment, I didn't understand what had happened until my reflection in the mirror gave me a sinister and eerie smile. "Ah, ahhhhhh!" I screamed loudly, turned around and ran out of the fitting room. Even outside, I couldn't stop the fear in my heart and kept screaming for my life. The sales assistants were terrified, and a group of people rushed over to see what had happened to me, worried that something was wrong with me and even more worried that I would disturb other customers. Meiyue heard the noise and ran back with Xiaotong. Seeing me like this, she cried in panic and hugged me tightly, saying repeatedly, "Mom, Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here, we're all here..." Feeling the warmth of my daughter, the fear subsided a lot, but for some reason, an ominous pain lingered in my chest and did not dissipate for a long time... Yesterday, in order not to worry my family, I finally explained it away by saying that I saw a cockroach. Meiyue kept laughing at me for being a coward, that I was so afraid of seeing a cockroach. I didn't know how to explain it. Should I just tell them... Should I tell her what I saw in the mirror? That would only cause unnecessary worry, and besides, even I find it utterly absurd and ridiculous. Was I hallucinating? Of course I was, because it was later confirmed that there was no blood on my feet, and the fitting room was perfectly normal. What else could it be but a hallucination? However, the moment the hot blood touched my soles, the warm sensation was so real that it made me involuntarily anxious. Cheer up! Today is an important day for our family trip. If the reason for the hallucination is the pressure of life, then let's take this opportunity to relax. Let's relax a bit! I made myself a cup of milk before heading out, and it still tasted sweet and delicious. We only use tap water at home, so how could it suddenly taste so good? Nobody would believe me. Our route for the spring outing was along the Northern Cross-Island Highway, passing by the Emerald Reservoir area, where we stopped for lunch. It's early spring now, the grass is just sprouting, and wildflowers are in full bloom—a perfect time to get close to nature. While it's not as spectacular as the Yangmingshan flower season, the beauty of the Northern Cross-Island Highway's mountains and waters has its own unique charm. My husband showed the kids about flowers; he's quite good at that since leading group activities in college. Meiyue knows I like... Okay, she specially found me a few sprigs of milky-white wild ginger flowers. Their rich fragrance and elegant appearance make me love them more than roses or peonies. Little Tong is too young to do much, so he just follows behind his older sister, shouting loudly. Although he can't do much, his energetic appearance makes me, his mother, feel at ease. We had lunch at a local chicken restaurant. Located near the reservoir, the restaurants here also sell live fish, fried, grilled, stir-fried, and boiled – a variety of ways to prepare a single fish, each with its own unique flavor. It truly is a wonderful Taiwanese delicacy. Because we were so captivated by the lush green scenery and the interplay of light and shadow on the sky, it was already evening when we headed back. It gets dark quickly in the mountains. It started drizzling again, the mist obscuring visibility. We turned on the headlights and drove cautiously. "Where are the kids?" "Shh...in the back, they seem to be asleep." My husband glanced in the rearview mirror, smiled reassuringly, and moved his right hand from the gearshift to my thigh, gently massaging it. I was wearing a loose black dress today, and knowing what my husband meant, I let him pull up the hem, revealing my rounded knees and thighs clad in black stockings. "Honey, you...drive carefully!" My voice wasn't loud, just a gentle reminder, not a refusal, letting my husband pull up my skirt. He reached my waist, then slipped his hand inside my panties. The panties were the same black silk, with openwork rose lace along the edges. I could see the dark pubic hair swaying shyly under his fingers' caresses. I bit my lower lip, my snow-white thighs trembling uncontrollably, trying hard not to let out a moan that might wake my children in the back seat. 'Night Lotus, you get wet so quickly, do you want it again?' I glared at my husband, a mixture of reproach and delight, but when he touched my sensitive clitoris, a sharp sound escaped my throat, and my nectar flowed uncontrollably. 'H-husband…watch where you're going…' Ignoring my soft moans, my husband inserted his finger into my vagina up to the second knuckle. It was so sensitive that even the slightest movement made me moan and wriggle my hips. A burning sensation spread from my crotch to my entire body. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, like being ripped open with a knife, jolting me awake. The first thing I noticed was something very wrong: there wasn't much wind outside the car window, but the raindrops were falling at an angle, like a gale. The second thing was the route we were taking. We often travel the Northern Cross-Island Highway, especially this section. I remember it clearly, there were many turns, there's no reason for it to still be driving straight. "Honey!" I cried out in terror, grabbing his arm. Before I could say anything, I heard a piercing screech of tires skidding, and then it happened. Our Mercedes veered off the road and rolled violently down the hillside… Two hours later, in the hospital, I stared blankly at the still-flashing red operating room light, a sentence echoing in my ears: "This child is very unusual. For your family's safety, it's best to deal with it as soon as possible… At most a month, at least seven days, there will be casualties in your family."There was no blood on my feet, and the fitting room was perfectly normal. What else could this be but a hallucination? However, the moment the hot blood touched my soles, the warm sensation felt so real, making me involuntarily anxious. I pulled myself together; today was an important day for our family outing. If the hallucination was due to life's pressures, then I should take this opportunity to relax! Before leaving, I made a cup of milk, and it still tasted sweet and delicious. We only use tap water at home; how could it suddenly taste so good? No one would believe me. Our route for the outing was along the Northern Cross-Island Highway, passing by the Emerald Reservoir area, where we stopped for lunch. It's early spring now, with budding green grass and blooming wildflowers—a perfect time to get close to nature. Although it's not as spectacular as the Yangmingshan flower season, the beauty of the Northern Cross-Island Highway's mountains and waters has its own unique charm. My husband introduced the children to flowers; he was quite adept at this when he led group activities in college. Meiyue knew my preferences and specially found me a few milky-white wild ginger flowers. Their rich fragrance and elegant appearance made me love them more than roses or peonies. Xiaotong, being young, could only follow behind his older sister, shouting loudly. Although he couldn't do much, his energetic appearance reassured me as his mother. We ate lunch at a local chicken restaurant. Located near a reservoir, the restaurants here also sell live fish, fried, grilled, stir-fried, and boiled – a variety of ways to prepare a single fish, each with its own unique flavor – truly a wonderful Taiwanese delicacy. Because we were so engrossed in admiring the lush green mountains and the interplay of sunlight and clouds, it was already evening when we headed back. Darkness comes quickly in the mountains, and with the light rain and hazy mist, visibility was poor. We turned on the headlights and drove cautiously. "Where are the children?" "Shh… in the back, they seem to be asleep." My husband glanced in the rearview mirror, smiled reassuringly, and moved his right hand from the gearshift to my thigh, gently massaging it. Today I was wearing a loose black dress. Knowing what my husband meant, I let him pull up the hem, revealing my rounded knees and thighs clad in black pantyhose. "Honey, you… drive carefully!" My voice wasn't loud, just a gentle reminder, not a refusal. I let my husband pull the dress up to my waist, then slip his hand inside my panties. The panties were the same black silk, with openwork rose lace along the edges. I could see the dark pubic hair swaying shyly under his fingers. I bit my lower lip, my snow-white thighs trembling, trying hard not to let out a moan that might wake our children in the back seat. "Night Lotus, you get wet so quickly, do you want it again?" I glared at my husband, half-scolding, half-joking, but when he touched my sensitive clitoris, I couldn't help but let out a sharp sound, and my nectar flowed uncontrollably. "Honey...watch your step..." Ignoring my soft moan, my husband inserted his finger into my vagina, all the way to the second knuckle. It was so sensitive that even the slightest movement made me moan and wriggle my hips. A burning sensation spread from my crotch to my entire body. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, like being cut open with a knife, jolting me awake. The first thing I noticed was something was very wrong. There wasn't much wind outside the car window, but the raindrops were all slanted, like they were being blown by a gale. The second thing was the route we were taking. We often traveled the Northern Cross-Island Highway, especially this section. I remembered it clearly; there were many curves, and there was no reason for us to be driving straight all this time. "Honey!" I cried out in terror, grabbing his arm. Before I could say anything, I heard a piercing screech of tires skidding, and then it happened. Our Mercedes veered off the road and rolled down the hillside... Two hours later, in the hospital, I stared blankly at the operating room with its still-flashing red light, a sentence echoing in my ears: "This child is very unusual. For the safety of your family, it's best to deal with it as soon as possible... At most a month, at least seven days, there will be casualties in your family."There was no blood on my feet, and the fitting room was perfectly normal. What else could this be but a hallucination? However, the moment the hot blood touched my soles, the warm sensation felt so real, making me involuntarily anxious. I pulled myself together; today was an important day for our family outing. If the hallucination was due to life's pressures, then I should take this opportunity to relax! Before leaving, I made a cup of milk, and it still tasted sweet and delicious. We only use tap water at home; how could it suddenly taste so good? No one would believe me. Our route for the outing was along the Northern Cross-Island Highway, passing by the Emerald Reservoir area, where we stopped for lunch. It's early spring now, with budding green grass and blooming wildflowers—a perfect time to get close to nature. Although it's not as spectacular as the Yangmingshan flower season, the beauty of the Northern Cross-Island Highway's mountains and waters has its own unique charm. My husband introduced the children to flowers; he was quite adept at this when he led group activities in college. Meiyue knew my preferences and specially found me a few milky-white wild ginger flowers. Their rich fragrance and elegant appearance made me love them more than roses or peonies. Xiaotong, being young, could only follow behind his older sister, shouting loudly. Although he couldn't do much, his energetic appearance reassured me as his mother. We ate lunch at a local chicken restaurant. Located near a reservoir, the restaurants here also sell live fish, fried, grilled, stir-fried, and boiled – a variety of ways to prepare a single fish, each with its own unique flavor – truly a wonderful Taiwanese delicacy. Because we were so engrossed in admiring the lush green mountains and the interplay of sunlight and clouds, it was already evening when we headed back. Darkness comes quickly in the mountains, and with the light rain and hazy mist, visibility was poor. We turned on the headlights and drove cautiously. "Where are the children?" "Shh… in the back, they seem to be asleep." My husband glanced in the rearview mirror, smiled reassuringly, and moved his right hand from the gearshift to my thigh, gently massaging it. Today I was wearing a loose black dress. Knowing what my husband meant, I let him pull up the hem, revealing my rounded knees and thighs clad in black pantyhose. "Honey, you… drive carefully!" My voice wasn't loud, just a gentle reminder, not a refusal. I let my husband pull the dress up to my waist, then slip his hand inside my panties. The panties were the same black silk, with openwork rose lace along the edges. I could see the dark pubic hair swaying shyly under his fingers. I bit my lower lip, my snow-white thighs trembling, trying hard not to let out a moan that might wake our children in the back seat. "Night Lotus, you get wet so quickly, do you want it again?" I glared at my husband, half-scolding, half-joking, but when he touched my sensitive clitoris, I couldn't help but let out a sharp sound, and my nectar flowed uncontrollably. "Honey...watch your step..." Ignoring my soft moan, my husband inserted his finger into my vagina, all the way to the second knuckle. It was so sensitive that even the slightest movement made me moan and wriggle my hips. A burning sensation spread from my crotch to my entire body. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, like being cut open with a knife, jolting me awake. The first thing I noticed was something was very wrong. There wasn't much wind outside the car window, but the raindrops were all slanted, like they were being blown by a gale. The second thing was the route we were taking. We often traveled the Northern Cross-Island Highway, especially this section. I remembered it clearly; there were many curves, and there was no reason for us to be driving straight all this time. "Honey!" I cried out in terror, grabbing his arm. Before I could say anything, I heard a piercing screech of tires skidding, and then it happened. Our Mercedes veered off the road and rolled down the hillside... Two hours later, in the hospital, I stared blankly at the operating room with its still-flashing red light, a sentence echoing in my ears: "This child is very unusual. For the safety of your family, it's best to deal with it as soon as possible... At most a month, at least seven days, there will be casualties in your family."
Night Lotus Act II
It all happened so suddenly, catching me completely off guard. The car rolled down the hillside for over ten feet before being stopped by trees, preventing it from falling any further or exploding – a stroke of luck amidst the misfortune. The cars following behind, seeing our accident, called the police, and people from several vehicles helped get our family of four up to the hospital for emergency treatment. I was the luckiest; I don't know why, but I only suffered minor abrasions to my hands and feet and a head injury, otherwise, I was unharmed. Meiyue was ejected from the car, suffering a concussion and four broken ribs. After emergency treatment, she's out of danger but will need to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days. Xiaotong wasn't so lucky; the impact of the fall almost broke his spine, and if his recovery isn't good, he'll likely be wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life. My husband is in the worst shape; since being taken out of the operating room, he hasn't regained consciousness and is entirely dependent on life support. The doctors say his condition is very serious; the worst-case scenario is that he might become a vegetable. One piece of bad news after another hit me, almost completely devastating me. Just half a day ago, my family was enjoying a peaceful outing, admiring the flowers. How could it have turned into such a tragedy in the blink of an eye? I prayed silently to all the gods and Buddhas, and to the ancestors of my husband's family. We are a family that has always done good deeds; we have never committed any evil. Please, do not let such a terrible misfortune befall my family. I still remember the scene of the accident very clearly. It looked like a straight road, so why did we veer off the road? Yet, the drivers of the cars following us all said in unison that it was clearly a sharp bend, but we ignored it and sped off. I couldn't explain or understand this bizarre situation, and I felt a deep sense of fear. At that moment, the words of Master Maitreya kept echoing in my mind. I subconsciously touched my stomach. Could all of this be related to the child I'm carrying? Just like that person said, there's something wrong with the child… I shook my head, banishing this absurd thought from my mind. I am an educated intellectual; how could I believe such absurd feudal talk and doubt an unborn child? How could I be qualified to be a mother? The next two months were filled with gloom and despair. Meiyue had returned to school, but couldn't engage in any strenuous activity. Xiaotong regained consciousness and found herself unable to move her lower body. She cried and screamed, but soon developed a high fever, drifting in and out of consciousness. The doctor couldn't diagnose her, and she had no choice but to suspend her studies. My husband, however, remained unconscious. Without his management, the already loss-making factory became even more leaderless and couldn't sustain itself. I entrusted the factory's operations entirely to several managers, telling them to shut it down if necessary. Although I felt bad for some long-time employees, our family simply didn't have the energy to manage the factory now. At my own workplace, news of the family's troubles spread quickly. Because of Master Maitreya's earlier remarks, my colleagues were gossiping behind my back. I originally worked here purely out of interest; the salary wasn't a problem. Now, to take care of my family, I quit my job, brought my husband home, and hired a special nurse to look after him. The factory in Ankeng ultimately couldn't hold on. My husband and Xiaotong's illnesses were too expensive, and we didn't have enough cash on hand. To pay a generous severance package, I had to sign the papers to sell the factory land. Time was too short; those gangsters made tens of millions. I couldn't care less about that now; I just hoped that while we treated others well, God would also be kind to our family. This huge house, once filled with laughter and life, has become so desolate and cold. All four of us are still at home, but we can no longer find the joy to laugh. Meiyue is very sensible; she's always been there to support me and help take care of her father and younger brother. It's truly heartbreaking for a 14-year-old girl. Xiaotong is still in a state of semi-consciousness. His illness was strange; the doctors couldn't pinpoint the cause. Every two or three days, he would inexplicably develop a high fever, become delirious, and fall into a coma for an entire day. When he was lucid, he was unusually silent, practicing using his wheelchair on his own. It was clear he didn't want to cause us any more distress, even though he often fell off the wheelchair and injured his hands in the wheels, he still smiled at us. A few nights, I got up to get a drink of water and saw Meiyue and Xiaotong crying together; the sight almost broke my heart. As a mother, I couldn't cry in front of them. If even I, an adult, panicked, they, at such a young age, would be even more bewildered. The series of blows even made the tap water at home tasteless. I drank it for a whole week straight, then suddenly stopped. I felt completely lost, dazed, and utterly listless. Sometimes, I had splitting headaches, and I often heard strange noises. Even though I was alone at home, I would hear footsteps and laughter upstairs. When I ran up, there was no one there. Meiyue said I must be too tired and advised me to rest and not overwork myself. I probably really am tired, both physically and mentally. In the past, with my husband around, his broad shoulders always bore everything for me. Now it's my turn to support this family, and after so long, I'm truly exhausted. The doctor said the chances of my husband waking up are almost a miracle, and also hinted that the new bill has been passed, and if I wanted, I could sign to stop the life support system and not waste any more money. I would never agree to that. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'll wait, ten years or twenty years, it doesn't matter. My children also support my decision. Lately, I often sit by the bed, holding my husband's limp hand, placing it on my belly, feeling the movements of his own flesh and blood. I'm four months pregnant now, and my belly is noticeably protruding. Because of this baby, I keep telling myself to be strong. I talk to my husband, and although there's no response, I always feel he can hear me, and I long for the day when he wakes up again, and with his strong hands, embraces me like before. "Goodnight, my husband." I kissed my beloved husband's cheek, wiped away the tears on my face, and went to the other single bed in the room, tossing and turning until I fell asleep. "Ah Lian, wake up, wake up!" In my dream, it seemed like someone was calling my name. The voice was so familiar. I opened my eyes groggily and saw my husband standing by the bed, pulling back the covers from me. One hand was already skillfully placed on my thigh, slowly moving upwards. "Husband... I missed you so much..." "Shh... Don't say anything, or you'll wake up." My husband's hand rested on my shoulder, and he began to remove my milky white silk nightgown. I murmured softly, shaking my shoulders, letting my husband remove the covering. Two thin straps slowly slid open, the soft silk brushing against my skin, revealing a pair of full, round breasts without a bra. The robe slipped down to my waist, and in the dark room, my jade-like skin seemed to be the only source of light, radiating a soft, pearly luster. My husband's clothes had somehow completely disappeared, revealing not his current shrunken, flabby body, but his once incredibly strong muscles. He got into bed and slowly covered me, his dark skin pressing against my snow-white flesh, a striking visual stimulus. 'Ah! Husband, husband, I miss you so much, I think about you every day…' In my husband's strong chest, I couldn't help but writhe, tears streaming down my face. Feeling his intense masculine scent and the heat of his chest muscles, all the sorrow that had been building up in my chest melted into tears, flowing like melting snow. The robe was pulled up to my waist, and my husband looked at my round belly, murmuring a few words thoughtfully. His voice was very soft, I couldn't hear it clearly. Maybe it was to be considerate of me! From beginning to end, his caressing hands were far away from my lower abdomen. 'Ah Lian, your breasts are getting fuller and fuller, let me rub them...' My husband stretched out his rough, thick hands and caressed my full, firm breasts. 'Ah, no...' I lowered my fair, pink face shyly, my pitiful appearance only arousing my husband's lust even more. 'Wonderful... the feel is so good... I've never rubbed such big, soft breasts before...' A pair of masculine hands pressed against my soft breasts and began to rub them vigorously. 'Ah, no... ah...' 'It's so wonderful... I've wanted to play with your beautiful breasts like this for a long time... oh...' His voice was filled with excitement, my husband sometimes cupped them vigorously, sometimes gently tapped my nipples. 'Ah, so annoying... husband is so lewd... ah...' Unlike his previous refined style, my husband's slightly rough caresses made me close my eyes in pleasure, enjoying it immensely. "What kind of husband is he if he's not horny...?" "Ah... be gentle... my breasts are about to burst... ah... a little gentler... um... the milk will come out..." For two months since the accident, I haven't had any sex. Even dreaming doesn't matter now; my husband's teasing has undoubtedly ignited my long-suppressed desire. I stretched my snow-white neck, my lips uttering lewd words. My husband's hairy hands, constantly kneading my left breast and gently caressing my right, made my lower body writhe with unbearable itch. "Ah Lian, is your lower body very itchy? Let me help you relieve the itch!" After having his fill of my breasts, my husband's hands impatiently moved down, attempting to spread my legs into a V-shape. "Ah! No... I'm so embarrassed..." To maintain my composure, I shyly squeezed my legs together. However, my husband's hands didn't leave me alone, continuing to roam over my tightly pressed thighs.He rubbed my vulva vigorously. 'Ah Lian, your little hole is so wet... New waves are still gushing out from deep inside...' My husband's short stubble-covered lips curled into a lewd smile. 'Ah, it itches... You're so naughty...' I stretched out my snow-white neck, completely intoxicated. 'Ah, this is your little clitoris, isn't it...' 'Ah, be gentle... Ugh... My hole is so itchy... Ahh...' Taking advantage of my numbness, my husband effortlessly spread my legs apart. 'Ah Lian, let's become one, husband and wife...' My husband gripped his penis and pressed it against my crotch. The size seemed thicker and larger than before, covered with bluish-purple veins, like a weapon, approaching my buttocks. "Ahhh... This is terrifying... It's the first time I've ever felt this way..." I couldn't help but scream in fear as my husband grasped his penis with his right hand, using the glans to find my entrance. The glans touched my pubic hair, and my husband's buttocks slowly moved forward, causing the glans to sink slightly into my hot, wet area. Suddenly, a familiar, sharp pain spread from my slightly protruding abdomen, making me scream. But this scream was immediately drowned out by a thunderous roar. I opened my eyes slightly, my blood almost freezing. The person on top of me wasn't my husband, not the man I knew, and shouldn't even be called human. Disheveled hair, a ferocious face, two enormous, white horns sprouting from his forehead, fist-sized eyes slowly turning into squares, a body covered in a layer of brush-like gray-black hair, limbs gradually increasing in proportion, transforming into a deformed skeleton like an arthropod—this appearance... resembled a giant human-faced spider. It had a red tongue over two feet long lolling out, seemingly in great pain, its eyes filled with a ferocious, predatory look. It glared at me fiercely at close range, its foul, damp breath hitting my face. "No, no! Ahh ... I cautiously approached, and to my horror, I saw my husband slightly open his eyes, his lips trembling violently, struggling to repeat a single sentence. I couldn't hear his voice, only managing to make out the words: "Master; save; me..." My husband's lucidity lasted only a moment before he quickly lapsed back into unconsciousness, his erect penis deflated so quickly that I almost doubted it was all a hallucination. I didn't want to believe in ghosts and spirits, but the strange phenomena in the fitting room that day, Xiaotong's strange illness, the unexplained footsteps and voices in the house, and last night's nightmare—these were all phenomena that couldn't be explained by science. And then there were my husband's words. Because of all this, I started running around from the next day. For a month, I visited every famous temple in the province. They recommended several shrines, and more than a dozen monks came to my home to investigate, but either they couldn't find any clues, or they said the evil energy was too strong, beyond their capabilities. My husband's condition didn't improve, but Xiaotong's strange illness worsened. Not only did she have a high fever, but she also sometimes talked incoherently, convulsed, and foamed at the mouth. I, as her mother, was terrified, but helpless and unable to do anything. In the end, these sorcerers couldn't offer any help, and we'd already spent hundreds of thousands of yuan. Meiyue said I was superstitious, but I really didn't know what to do. Because of Xiaotong's illness, I was irritable and had several arguments with my daughter, making the atmosphere at home even worse. That night, I dragged my tired body into the bathtub, turned on the shower, hoping to wash away my fatigue with the hot water. I'm five months pregnant, and lately my breasts have often felt swollen; I guess I'm starting to produce milk! Before, my husband always liked to play with my swollen breasts, as if trying to squeeze out milk, squeezing and pinching them, sucking on my dark nipples, his eyes looking upwards as if mocking me, making me blush to the roots of my ears. "Ah Lian, if those girls outside can be called 'boob queens,' do you know what to call someone with such beautiful big breasts like you?" "What should I call them?" "Call them 'dairy cows'! You're a dairy cow mother, and there's a little one downstairs. Ah Lian and Mei Yue, you both have a pair of beautiful big breasts that would seduce any man." My husband laughed, "And I just want to be a dairy farmer, to milk this big-breasted cow of yours for the rest of my life." Since junior high, I've hated being called a dairy cow; it feels like a contemptuous insult. But when my husband said it like that, I just felt a sweet warmth in my heart, and I playfully protested. Recalling the sweet moments of the past, I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, the hot water from the showerhead changed, carrying a disgusting, fishy stench, and a large amount of thick, red, sticky liquid poured over my face. Unable to open my eyes, I grabbed a towel to wipe my face, only then realizing that what was spraying down was warm blood, with a strong, pungent smell. In an instant... They submerged me in a blood-soaked bath. I tried to climb out, but my limbs were weak and powerless. All I could do was scream frantically, a completely irrational scream. "Mom! Mom, are you alright? What happened to you?" Meiyue rushed over at the sound. She and I had argued just an hour ago, but now she was terrified by my mother's screams in the bathtub, and she hugged me tightly, comforting me repeatedly. "Blood! It's spraying from the showerhead… the whole bathtub is full of blood…" I said in a trembling voice, but then I came to my senses. The water in the bathtub was crystal clear; there was no blood at all. Meiyue released me, her expression as if something was wrong with me. Perhaps still sulking with me, she pouted and quickly ran out of the bathroom. As she stumbled and scrambled out of the bathtub, my legs nearly gave way. Looking at the empty house, I suddenly felt incredibly lonely. My beloved husband was gone, my son was delirious with fever, and my only daughter, who was safe, was throwing a tantrum. It felt like I was the only one left in the entire mansion, abandoned and utterly helpless. An overwhelming sense of emptiness and loneliness washed over me, and I don't know when it started, but I began to sob uncontrollably. Between sobs, I went into Xiaotong's room, closed the door, and looked at my son's handsome sleeping face, so much like mine. I couldn't help but burst into tears. I cried. As I cried, through my blurry vision, I heard a strange noise. Suddenly, the bed my son slept in cracked open, revealing a large hole. Xiao Tong fell straight into the hole, and the bed immediately closed again, but the person who had been sleeping on it was gone. I heard Xiao Tong's cries for help and his screams, indistinct yet heart-wrenching. I was so frightened I almost fainted. Only one thought remained in my mind: I had to save my precious son! A large kitchen knife had appeared on the bedside table. Without thinking, I picked it up and was about to chop down, to cut open the bed and rescue my son. Just as I was about to strike, a gentle Buddhist chant entered my mind. "Amitabha!" The voice sounded familiar, vaguely resembling the accent of Master Maitreya from that day. Instantly, all illusions vanished. I stood beside my son's bed, the kitchen knife raised high above my head. Xiaotong was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and I nearly struck him, staining the white bed with blood. I broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, I realized, shouldn't the kitchen knife be in the kitchen? I hadn't seen this large knife when I came into the room. Where did it come from? My heart skipped a beat, and the knife clattered to the ground. My mind was pushed to the edge; I was on the verge of collapse. I stood there blankly, like a lost soul. I don't know how much time passed before I heard my son's painful murmurs. '...Mom, I feel so bad...Save me...Mom...Mom...Where are you?' As if waking from a dream, I hugged my son and sobbed, 'Xiaotong, don't be afraid, Mom is here. Mom will save you, no matter what, Mom will save you.' My son's feverish body radiated heat in my arms, but it gave me the strength to keep going. I told myself to stand up again and fight against that faceless evil force.His buttocks moved slowly forward, and in doing so, the glans of his penis slightly sank into the woman's hot, moist area. Suddenly, a familiar, sharp pain spread from my slightly protruding abdomen, making me cry out in agony. But this cry was immediately drowned out by a thunderous roar. I slightly opened my eyes, and my blood seemed to freeze. The person on top of me was not my husband, not the man I knew, and shouldn't even be called human. His hair was disheveled, his face was ferocious, two huge, white horns sprouted from his forehead, his fist-sized eyes slowly turned into squares, his body was covered with a layer of steel-brush-like gray-black hair, and his limbs gradually grew in proportion, turning into a deformed skeleton like an arthropod. This appearance... was like a giant human-faced spider. It stuck out a red tongue more than two feet long, seemingly in great pain, its eyes filled with a ferocious, predatory look, staring at me fiercely at close range, its stench and hot, wet breath hitting my face. "No, no, ahh ... "Master; save; me..." My husband's lucidity lasted only a moment before he quickly fell unconscious again, his erect penis subsiding so quickly that I almost doubted it was all a hallucination. I don't want to believe in ghosts and spirits, but the strange phenomena in the fitting room that day, Xiaotong's strange illness, the unexplained footsteps and voices in the house, and last night's nightmare—these were all phenomena that couldn't be explained by science. And then there were my husband's words. Because of all this, I started running around from the next day. In a month, I visited every famous temple in the province. They recommended some shrines, and more than a dozen monks came to our house to investigate, but either they couldn't see anything wrong, or they said the evil spirits were too strong, beyond their capabilities. My husband's condition didn't improve, but Xiaotong's strange illness worsened. Not only did she have a high fever, but sometimes she would talk nonsense, convulse, and foam constantly coming out of her mouth. I, as her mother, was terrified, but I was helpless and couldn't do anything. In the end, these sorcerers still couldn't help me, and I'd already spent hundreds of thousands of yuan. Meiyue said I was superstitious, but I really didn't know what to do. Because of Xiaotong's illness, I was irritable and had several conflicts with my daughter, making the atmosphere at home even worse. That night, I dragged my tired body into the bathtub, turned on the shower, hoping to wash away my fatigue with the hot water. I'm five months pregnant, and lately my breasts have often felt swollen; I guess I'm starting to produce milk! Before, my husband always liked to play with my swollen breasts, as if trying to squeeze out milk, squeezing and pinching them, sucking on my dark nipples, his eyes looking upwards as if mocking me, making me blush to the roots of my ears. 'Ah Lian, if those girls outside can be called "boob queens," do you know what to call someone with such beautiful big breasts like yours?' 'What to call them?' 'Call them "milk cows!" You're a mother milk cow, and there's a little one downstairs.' "Ah Lian and Mei Yue, you both have a pair of beautiful, big breasts that could seduce any man." My husband laughed, "And I just want to be a dairy farmer, milking this big-breasted cow of yours for the rest of my life." Ever since junior high, I've hated being called a dairy cow; it felt like a contemptuous insult. But when my husband said that, I just felt a sweet warmth in my heart, and I playfully protested. Recalling the sweet moments of the past, I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, the hot water from the showerhead changed, carrying a disgusting, fishy stench, and a large amount of thick, red, sticky liquid poured over my face. I couldn't open my eyes, so I grabbed a towel to wipe my face, only to realize that what was spraying down was warm blood, with a strong, pungent smell of blood. In an instant... They submerged me in a blood-soaked bath. I tried to climb out, but my limbs were weak and powerless. All I could do was scream frantically, a completely irrational scream. "Mom! Mom, are you alright? What happened to you?" Meiyue rushed over at the sound. She and I had argued just an hour ago, but now she was terrified by my mother's screams in the bathtub, and she hugged me tightly, comforting me repeatedly. "Blood! It's spraying from the showerhead… the whole bathtub is full of blood…" I said in a trembling voice, but then I came to my senses. The water in the bathtub was crystal clear; there was no blood at all. Meiyue released me, her expression as if something was wrong with me. Perhaps still sulking with me, she pouted and quickly ran out of the bathroom. As she stumbled and scrambled out of the bathtub, my legs nearly gave way. Looking at the empty house, I suddenly felt incredibly lonely. My beloved husband was gone, my son was delirious with fever, and my only daughter, who was safe, was throwing a tantrum. It felt like I was the only one left in the entire mansion, abandoned and utterly helpless. An overwhelming sense of emptiness and loneliness washed over me, and I don't know when it started, but I began to sob uncontrollably. Between sobs, I went into Xiaotong's room, closed the door, and looked at my son's handsome sleeping face, so much like mine. I couldn't help but burst into tears. I cried. As I cried, through my blurry vision, I heard a strange noise. Suddenly, the bed my son slept in cracked open, revealing a large hole. Xiao Tong fell straight into the hole, and the bed immediately closed again, but the person who had been sleeping on it was gone. I heard Xiao Tong's cries for help and his screams, indistinct yet heart-wrenching. I was so frightened I almost fainted. Only one thought remained in my mind: I had to save my precious son! A large kitchen knife had appeared on the bedside table. Without thinking, I picked it up and was about to chop down, to cut open the bed and rescue my son. Just as I was about to strike, a gentle Buddhist chant entered my mind. "Amitabha!" The voice sounded familiar, vaguely resembling the accent of Master Maitreya from that day. Instantly, all illusions vanished. I stood beside my son's bed, the kitchen knife raised high above my head. Xiaotong was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and I nearly struck him, staining the white bed with blood. I broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, I realized, shouldn't the kitchen knife be in the kitchen? I hadn't seen this large knife when I came into the room. Where did it come from? My heart skipped a beat, and the knife clattered to the ground. My mind was pushed to the edge; I was on the verge of collapse. I stood there blankly, like a lost soul. I don't know how much time passed before I heard my son's painful murmurs. '...Mom, I feel so bad...Save me...Mom...Mom...Where are you?' As if waking from a dream, I hugged my son and sobbed, 'Xiaotong, don't be afraid, Mom is here. Mom will save you, no matter what, Mom will save you.' My son's feverish body radiated heat in my arms, but it gave me the strength to keep going. I told myself to stand up again and fight against that faceless evil force.His buttocks moved slowly forward, and in doing so, the glans of his penis slightly sank into the woman's hot, moist area. Suddenly, a familiar, sharp pain spread from my slightly protruding abdomen, making me cry out in agony. But this cry was immediately drowned out by a thunderous roar. I slightly opened my eyes, and my blood seemed to freeze. The person on top of me was not my husband, not the man I knew, and shouldn't even be called human. His hair was disheveled, his face was ferocious, two huge, white horns sprouted from his forehead, his fist-sized eyes slowly turned into squares, his body was covered with a layer of steel-brush-like gray-black hair, and his limbs gradually grew in proportion, turning into a deformed skeleton like an arthropod. This appearance... was like a giant human-faced spider. It stuck out a red tongue more than two feet long, seemingly in great pain, its eyes filled with a ferocious, predatory look, staring at me fiercely at close range, its stench and hot, wet breath hitting my face. "No, no, ahh ... "Master; save; me..." My husband's lucidity lasted only a moment before he quickly fell unconscious again, his erect penis subsiding so quickly that I almost doubted it was all a hallucination. I don't want to believe in ghosts and spirits, but the strange phenomena in the fitting room that day, Xiaotong's strange illness, the unexplained footsteps and voices in the house, and last night's nightmare—these were all phenomena that couldn't be explained by science. And then there were my husband's words. Because of all this, I started running around from the next day. In a month, I visited every famous temple in the province. They recommended some shrines, and more than a dozen monks came to our house to investigate, but either they couldn't see anything wrong, or they said the evil spirits were too strong, beyond their capabilities. My husband's condition didn't improve, but Xiaotong's strange illness worsened. Not only did she have a high fever, but sometimes she would talk nonsense, convulse, and foam constantly coming out of her mouth. I, as her mother, was terrified, but I was helpless and couldn't do anything. In the end, these sorcerers still couldn't help me, and I'd already spent hundreds of thousands of yuan. Meiyue said I was superstitious, but I really didn't know what to do. Because of Xiaotong's illness, I was irritable and had several conflicts with my daughter, making the atmosphere at home even worse. That night, I dragged my tired body into the bathtub, turned on the shower, hoping to wash away my fatigue with the hot water. I'm five months pregnant, and lately my breasts have often felt swollen; I guess I'm starting to produce milk! Before, my husband always liked to play with my swollen breasts, as if trying to squeeze out milk, squeezing and pinching them, sucking on my dark nipples, his eyes looking upwards as if mocking me, making me blush to the roots of my ears. 'Ah Lian, if those girls outside can be called "boob queens," do you know what to call someone with such beautiful big breasts like yours?' 'What to call them?' 'Call them "milk cows!" You're a mother milk cow, and there's a little one downstairs.' "Ah Lian and Mei Yue, you both have a pair of beautiful, big breasts that could seduce any man." My husband laughed, "And I just want to be a dairy farmer, milking this big-breasted cow of yours for the rest of my life." Ever since junior high, I've hated being called a dairy cow; it felt like a contemptuous insult. But when my husband said that, I just felt a sweet warmth in my heart, and I playfully protested. Recalling the sweet moments of the past, I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, the hot water from the showerhead changed, carrying a disgusting, fishy stench, and a large amount of thick, red, sticky liquid poured over my face. I couldn't open my eyes, so I grabbed a towel to wipe my face, only to realize that what was spraying down was warm blood, with a strong, pungent smell of blood. In an instant... They submerged me in a blood-soaked bath. I tried to climb out, but my limbs were weak and powerless. All I could do was scream frantically, a completely irrational scream. "Mom! Mom, are you alright? What happened to you?" Meiyue rushed over at the sound. She and I had argued just an hour ago, but now she was terrified by my mother's screams in the bathtub, and she hugged me tightly, comforting me repeatedly. "Blood! It's spraying from the showerhead… the whole bathtub is full of blood…" I said in a trembling voice, but then I came to my senses. The water in the bathtub was crystal clear; there was no blood at all. Meiyue released me, her expression as if something was wrong with me. Perhaps still sulking with me, she pouted and quickly ran out of the bathroom. As she stumbled and scrambled out of the bathtub, my legs nearly gave way. Looking at the empty house, I suddenly felt incredibly lonely. My beloved husband was gone, my son was delirious with fever, and my only daughter, who was safe, was throwing a tantrum. It felt like I was the only one left in the entire mansion, abandoned and utterly helpless. An overwhelming sense of emptiness and loneliness washed over me, and I don't know when it started, but I began to sob uncontrollably. Between sobs, I went into Xiaotong's room, closed the door, and looked at my son's handsome sleeping face, so much like mine. I couldn't help but burst into tears. I cried. As I cried, through my blurry vision, I heard a strange noise. Suddenly, the bed my son slept in cracked open, revealing a large hole. Xiao Tong fell straight into the hole, and the bed immediately closed again, but the person who had been sleeping on it was gone. I heard Xiao Tong's cries for help and his screams, indistinct yet heart-wrenching. I was so frightened I almost fainted. Only one thought remained in my mind: I had to save my precious son! A large kitchen knife had appeared on the bedside table. Without thinking, I picked it up and was about to chop down, to cut open the bed and rescue my son. Just as I was about to strike, a gentle Buddhist chant entered my mind. "Amitabha!" The voice sounded familiar, vaguely resembling the accent of Master Maitreya from that day. Instantly, all illusions vanished. I stood beside my son's bed, the kitchen knife raised high above my head. Xiaotong was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and I nearly struck him, staining the white bed with blood. I broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, I realized, shouldn't the kitchen knife be in the kitchen? I hadn't seen this large knife when I came into the room. Where did it come from? My heart skipped a beat, and the knife clattered to the ground. My mind was pushed to the edge; I was on the verge of collapse. I stood there blankly, like a lost soul. I don't know how much time passed before I heard my son's painful murmurs. '...Mom, I feel so bad...Save me...Mom...Mom...Where are you?' As if waking from a dream, I hugged my son and sobbed, 'Xiaotong, don't be afraid, Mom is here. Mom will save you, no matter what, Mom will save you.' My son's feverish body radiated heat in my arms, but it gave me the strength to keep going. I told myself to stand up again and fight against that faceless evil force.It all happened so fast that I even wondered if it was all an illusion. I don't want to believe in ghosts and spirits, but the strange phenomena in the fitting room that day, Xiaotong's strange illness, the unexplained footsteps and voices in the house, and last night's nightmare—these were all phenomena that couldn't be explained by science. And then there were my husband's words. Because of all this, I started running around from the next day. For a month, I visited every famous temple in the province. They recommended several shrines, and more than a dozen monks came to our house to investigate, but either they couldn't see anything wrong, or they said the evil spirits were too strong, beyond their capabilities. My husband's condition didn't improve, but Xiaotong's strange illness worsened. She not only had a high fever, but sometimes she would talk nonsense, convulse, and foam constantly from her mouth. I, as her mother, was terrified, but helpless and unable to do anything. In the end, these monks still couldn't help me, and we had already spent hundreds of thousands of yuan. Meiyue said I was superstitious, but I really didn't know what to do. Because of Xiaotong's illness, I was irritable and had several arguments with my daughter, making the atmosphere at home even worse. That night, I dragged my tired body into the bathtub, turned on the shower, hoping to wash away my fatigue with the hot water. I'm five months pregnant, and lately my breasts have often felt swollen; it must be the start of milk production! Before, my husband always liked to play with my swollen breasts, as if trying to squeeze out milk, squeezing and pinching them, sucking on my dark nipples, his eyes looking upwards as if mocking me, making me blush to the roots of my ears. "A-Lian, if those girls outside can be called 'boob queens,' do you know what to call someone with such beautiful big breasts like yours?" "What?" "Call them 'milk cows'! You're a milk cow mother, and there's a little one downstairs. A-Lian and Meiyue, you both have a pair of beautiful big breasts that can drive men crazy." My husband chuckled, "And I just want to be a dairy farmer, milking you, this big-breasted cow, for the rest of my life." Ever since junior high, I've hated being called a dairy cow; it felt like a contemptuous insult. But when my husband said it like that, I just felt a sweet warmth in my heart, and I playfully protested. Recalling those sweet memories, I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, the hot water from the showerhead changed, carrying a disgusting, fishy stench, and a large amount of thick, red, sticky liquid poured over my face. I couldn't open my eyes, so I grabbed a towel to wipe my face, only to realize that what was spraying down was warm blood, with a strong, pungent smell. In an instant... They submerged me in a blood-soaked bath. I tried to climb out, but my limbs were weak and powerless. All I could do was scream frantically, a completely irrational scream. "Mom! Mom, are you alright? What happened to you?" Meiyue rushed over at the sound. She and I had argued just an hour ago, but now she was terrified by my mother's screams in the bathtub, and she hugged me tightly, comforting me repeatedly. "Blood! It's spraying from the showerhead… the whole bathtub is full of blood…" I said in a trembling voice, but then I came to my senses. The water in the bathtub was crystal clear; there was no blood at all. Meiyue released me, her expression as if something was wrong with me. Perhaps still sulking with me, she pouted and quickly ran out of the bathroom. As she stumbled and scrambled out of the bathtub, my legs nearly gave way. Looking at the empty house, I suddenly felt incredibly lonely. My beloved husband was gone, my son was delirious with fever, and my only daughter, who was safe, was throwing a tantrum. It felt like I was the only one left in the entire mansion, abandoned and utterly helpless. An overwhelming sense of emptiness and loneliness washed over me, and I don't know when it started, but I began to sob uncontrollably. Between sobs, I went into Xiaotong's room, closed the door, and looked at my son's handsome sleeping face, so much like mine. I couldn't help but burst into tears. I cried. As I cried, through my blurry vision, I heard a strange noise. Suddenly, the bed my son slept in cracked open, revealing a large hole. Xiao Tong fell straight into the hole, and the bed immediately closed again, but the person who had been sleeping on it was gone. I heard Xiao Tong's cries for help and his screams, indistinct yet heart-wrenching. I was so frightened I almost fainted. Only one thought remained in my mind: I had to save my precious son! A large kitchen knife had appeared on the bedside table. Without thinking, I picked it up and was about to chop down, to cut open the bed and rescue my son. Just as I was about to strike, a gentle Buddhist chant entered my mind. "Amitabha!" The voice sounded familiar, vaguely resembling the accent of Master Maitreya from that day. Instantly, all illusions vanished. I stood beside my son's bed, the kitchen knife raised high above my head. Xiaotong was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and I nearly struck him, staining the white bed with blood. I broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, I realized, shouldn't the kitchen knife be in the kitchen? I hadn't seen this large knife when I came into the room. Where did it come from? My heart skipped a beat, and the knife clattered to the ground. My mind was pushed to the edge; I was on the verge of collapse. I stood there blankly, like a lost soul. I don't know how much time passed before I heard my son's painful murmurs. '...Mom, I feel so bad...Save me...Mom...Mom...Where are you?' As if waking from a dream, I hugged my son and sobbed, 'Xiaotong, don't be afraid, Mom is here. Mom will save you, no matter what, Mom will save you.' My son's feverish body radiated heat in my arms, but it gave me the strength to keep going. I told myself to stand up again and fight against that faceless evil force.It all happened so fast that I even wondered if it was all an illusion. I don't want to believe in ghosts and spirits, but the strange phenomena in the fitting room that day, Xiaotong's strange illness, the unexplained footsteps and voices in the house, and last night's nightmare—these were all phenomena that couldn't be explained by science. And then there were my husband's words. Because of all this, I started running around from the next day. For a month, I visited every famous temple in the province. They recommended several shrines, and more than a dozen monks came to our house to investigate, but either they couldn't see anything wrong, or they said the evil spirits were too strong, beyond their capabilities. My husband's condition didn't improve, but Xiaotong's strange illness worsened. She not only had a high fever, but sometimes she would talk nonsense, convulse, and foam constantly from her mouth. I, as her mother, was terrified, but helpless and unable to do anything. In the end, these monks still couldn't help me, and we had already spent hundreds of thousands of yuan. Meiyue said I was superstitious, but I really didn't know what to do. Because of Xiaotong's illness, I was irritable and had several arguments with my daughter, making the atmosphere at home even worse. That night, I dragged my tired body into the bathtub, turned on the shower, hoping to wash away my fatigue with the hot water. I'm five months pregnant, and lately my breasts have often felt swollen; it must be the start of milk production! Before, my husband always liked to play with my swollen breasts, as if trying to squeeze out milk, squeezing and pinching them, sucking on my dark nipples, his eyes looking upwards as if mocking me, making me blush to the roots of my ears. "A-Lian, if those girls outside can be called 'boob queens,' do you know what to call someone with such beautiful big breasts like yours?" "What?" "Call them 'milk cows'! You're a milk cow mother, and there's a little one downstairs. A-Lian and Meiyue, you both have a pair of beautiful big breasts that can drive men crazy." My husband chuckled, "And I just want to be a dairy farmer, milking you, this big-breasted cow, for the rest of my life." Ever since junior high, I've hated being called a dairy cow; it felt like a contemptuous insult. But when my husband said it like that, I just felt a sweet warmth in my heart, and I playfully protested. Recalling those sweet memories, I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, the hot water from the showerhead changed, carrying a disgusting, fishy stench, and a large amount of thick, red, sticky liquid poured over my face. I couldn't open my eyes, so I grabbed a towel to wipe my face, only to realize that what was spraying down was warm blood, with a strong, pungent smell. In an instant... They submerged me in a blood-soaked bath. I tried to climb out, but my limbs were weak and powerless. All I could do was scream frantically, a completely irrational scream. "Mom! Mom, are you alright? What happened to you?" Meiyue rushed over at the sound. She and I had argued just an hour ago, but now she was terrified by my mother's screams in the bathtub, and she hugged me tightly, comforting me repeatedly. "Blood! It's spraying from the showerhead… the whole bathtub is full of blood…" I said in a trembling voice, but then I came to my senses. The water in the bathtub was crystal clear; there was no blood at all. Meiyue released me, her expression as if something was wrong with me. Perhaps still sulking with me, she pouted and quickly ran out of the bathroom. As she stumbled and scrambled out of the bathtub, my legs nearly gave way. Looking at the empty house, I suddenly felt incredibly lonely. My beloved husband was gone, my son was delirious with fever, and my only daughter, who was safe, was throwing a tantrum. It felt like I was the only one left in the entire mansion, abandoned and utterly helpless. An overwhelming sense of emptiness and loneliness washed over me, and I don't know when it started, but I began to sob uncontrollably. Between sobs, I went into Xiaotong's room, closed the door, and looked at my son's handsome sleeping face, so much like mine. I couldn't help but burst into tears. I cried. As I cried, through my blurry vision, I heard a strange noise. Suddenly, the bed my son slept in cracked open, revealing a large hole. Xiao Tong fell straight into the hole, and the bed immediately closed again, but the person who had been sleeping on it was gone. I heard Xiao Tong's cries for help and his screams, indistinct yet heart-wrenching. I was so frightened I almost fainted. Only one thought remained in my mind: I had to save my precious son! A large kitchen knife had appeared on the bedside table. Without thinking, I picked it up and was about to chop down, to cut open the bed and rescue my son. Just as I was about to strike, a gentle Buddhist chant entered my mind. "Amitabha!" The voice sounded familiar, vaguely resembling the accent of Master Maitreya from that day. Instantly, all illusions vanished. I stood beside my son's bed, the kitchen knife raised high above my head. Xiaotong was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and I nearly struck him, staining the white bed with blood. I broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, I realized, shouldn't the kitchen knife be in the kitchen? I hadn't seen this large knife when I came into the room. Where did it come from? My heart skipped a beat, and the knife clattered to the ground. My mind was pushed to the edge; I was on the verge of collapse. I stood there blankly, like a lost soul. I don't know how much time passed before I heard my son's painful murmurs. '...Mom, I feel so bad...Save me...Mom...Mom...Where are you?' As if waking from a dream, I hugged my son and sobbed, 'Xiaotong, don't be afraid, Mom is here. Mom will save you, no matter what, Mom will save you.' My son's feverish body radiated heat in my arms, but it gave me the strength to keep going. I told myself to stand up again and fight against that faceless evil force.Xiao Tong fell straight into the hole, and the bed immediately closed up again, but the person who had been sleeping on it was gone. I heard Xiao Tong's cries for help and screams, indistinct yet heart-wrenching. I was so frightened I almost fainted; only one thought remained in my mind: I had to save my precious son! A large kitchen knife had appeared on the bedside table. Without thinking, I picked it up and was about to chop down, to cut open the bed and rescue my son. Just as I was about to strike, a gentle Buddhist chant entered my mind. "Amitabha!" The voice was somewhat familiar, vaguely resembling the accent of Master Maitreya from that day. Instantly, all illusions vanished. I stood beside my son's bed, the kitchen knife raised high above my head. Xiao Tong slept peacefully on the bed, narrowly avoiding being struck by the knife, his blood staining the white bed. A cold sweat broke out on my body. Suddenly, I realized—shouldn't the kitchen knife be in the kitchen? When I first entered the room, I hadn't seen this large cleaver. Where did it come from? My heart skipped a beat, and the cleaver clattered to the ground. My entire being was pushed to the brink of collapse; I stood there, dumbfounded, like a lost soul. I don't know how much time passed before I heard my son's painful murmurs. "...Mom, I feel so bad...Save me...Mom...Mom...Where are you?" As if waking from a dream, I hugged my son, sobbing, "Xiaotong, don't be afraid, Mom is here. Mom will save you, no matter what, Mom will definitely save you." My son's feverish body radiated heat in my arms, but I felt as if I had gained the strength to keep going, telling myself to be strong and stand up again to fight against that faceless evil force.Xiao Tong fell straight into the hole, and the bed immediately closed up again, but the person who had been sleeping on it was gone. I heard Xiao Tong's cries for help and screams, indistinct yet heart-wrenching. I was so frightened I almost fainted; only one thought remained in my mind: I had to save my precious son! A large kitchen knife had appeared on the bedside table. Without thinking, I picked it up and was about to chop down, to cut open the bed and rescue my son. Just as I was about to strike, a gentle Buddhist chant entered my mind. "Amitabha!" The voice was somewhat familiar, vaguely resembling the accent of Master Maitreya from that day. Instantly, all illusions vanished. I stood beside my son's bed, the kitchen knife raised high above my head. Xiao Tong slept peacefully on the bed, narrowly avoiding being struck by the knife, his blood staining the white bed. A cold sweat broke out on my body. Suddenly, I realized—shouldn't the kitchen knife be in the kitchen? When I first entered the room, I hadn't seen this large cleaver. Where did it come from? My heart skipped a beat, and the cleaver clattered to the ground. My entire being was pushed to the brink of collapse; I stood there, dumbfounded, like a lost soul. I don't know how much time passed before I heard my son's painful murmurs. "...Mom, I feel so bad...Save me...Mom...Mom...Where are you?" As if waking from a dream, I hugged my son, sobbing, "Xiaotong, don't be afraid, Mom is here. Mom will save you, no matter what, Mom will definitely save you." My son's feverish body radiated heat in my arms, but I felt as if I had gained the strength to keep going, telling myself to be strong and stand up again to fight against that faceless evil force.
Night Lotus Act III
Because of this, I rummaged through the pile of junk and found the business card I had discarded that day. As for the talisman, I had no idea where it was. After making a phone call, the person on the other end seemed to have anticipated my contact and instructed me to meet him. The master's Buddhist temple was located on Zhongshan North Road. I heard that there was an even larger retreat in Daxi, built with funds raised by the master's followers. Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries regularly went there for secluded meditation. The temple was filled with incense smoke and mist, and all the noise outside could not penetrate it, as if it were another world detached from the mundane world. Yellow curtains hung on the altar, and many statues of deities whose names I did not know were enshrined. Sandalwood incense was burning in front of them, and Buddhist chanting music was playing. The bright sunlight shone through the windows, and the sandalwood incense, chanting, and Buddha statues filled the temple with a sacred feeling, inspiring awe. But for some reason, I felt a little drowsy. The master, dressed in a monk's robe, sat upright on a prayer mat, resembling a Maitreya Buddha, though his expression was extremely solemn. "Female benefactor, I did not wish you to come to this old monk," the master said. "But since you have come, it means the matter has already occurred, and I can only do my best to avert the calamity." I was bewildered; where did this calamity come from? "Excellent, excellent. Your husband's family has performed good deeds for three generations, saving countless lives. In this life, you should enjoy blessings, but the world is impermanent, and things reach their extremes before reversing; therefore, you are inevitably subject to the wrath of evil." The master glanced at my slightly protruding belly and sighed deeply: "The child in your womb is the reincarnation of the Dragon-Elephant Demon Lord, carrying a sword and two arrows. The two arrows will strike directly at your parents, and the sword will kill your entire family. Upon reaching adulthood, it will bring even more harm to others." In this time, countless lives were lost. "I was completely bewildered, and these shocking words were simply unacceptable. What era are we living in? How can a scholar with a master's degree accept such superstitious talk?" The female benefactor may find it hard to believe, but the demon lord's reincarnation naturally attracts evil spirits with his malevolent aura, bringing with it a host of misfortunes. The recent strange occurrences in the female benefactor's family are a result of this. Alas! If the female benefactor had asked this old monk to perform a ritual to prevent it that day, perhaps this wouldn't have happened today, or at least we could have averted disaster and avoided this calamity. This led to the tragedy. 'My heart trembled. If the master is right, then isn't our family's current state entirely my fault?' The matter is urgent. If we delay any longer and allow the demonic fetus to grow, not only will your husband's life be in danger, but your two children will likely face death as well. The destruction of your family is imminent. 'Meiyue and Xiaotong will be in danger? This can't be! But this child in my womb is the little life our whole family has longed for. As a mother, I must protect him no matter what.' "You cannot abort the child. 'As long as you drink the pure water offered before the Buddha, and then choose a day to abort the child, the root of your family's misfortune will be removed. But if you wish to keep the child, I must perform a ritual to exorcise the evil spirit and restore the nascent soul to its original form... This is not only much more difficult, but also goes against the will of Heaven, costing me twenty years of cultivation... Alas! It is truly difficult!' Hearing this, I had no more doubts and kowtowed to the master. 'Master, please have great compassion and save my husband and child. I... I will be a Buddhist and vegetarian for the rest of my life.'" "As long as you can save the child in my womb, I will serve you like a slave, Master, I beg you..." The master slowly said, "Heaven has its reasons for sending demons into the world, but Heaven has a benevolent heart, and your family has accumulated good deeds. You should not suffer this calamity... Enough, enough. I have cultivated Buddhism for decades to save all sentient beings. If I stand by and watch them die, how can I be called a Buddhist? Even if it destroys all my cultivation today, I will help your family defy fate." His deep and peaceful voice, in a daze, sounded like that of a kind father. As I gently comforted my daughter, the sorrow in my heart finally found an outlet. Unable to hold back any longer, I collapsed in tears before the master. "Master… I was foolish enough to cause my family this karmic retribution, and you even sacrificed your cultivation for our sake… I truly don't know how to repay you…" "Foolish child. The Buddha is compassionate; saving sentient beings is the duty of a monk. What merit is there? As long as you do more good deeds, it will be worthwhile for this old monk's efforts today." The master told me to rise and said that to eliminate all this calamity, the first step was to suppress the demon. The demonic aura of the fetus. Five days later, at midnight (11 PM - 1 AM), a time of yin month, yin day, and yin hour, the demonic fetus's evil power will reach its peak. However, at midnight, when yin and yang are in transition, its evil power will be at its weakest, the opportune moment to cast a spell to suppress it. He handed me some pills and talismans he had concocted. With a solemn expression, the master instructed me to fast, bathe, and abstain from all delusions for the next five days. Before each meal, I was to burn the talismans to ashes, mix them with water and the pills, and drink the mixture to purify the impurities in my body, so that I could cast the spell five days later. He then immediately made me drink a cup of the mixture. The master's Buddhist power was indeed boundless; strangely enough… His talisman water had a familiar, sweet smell, and after drinking it, I felt completely refreshed. I only briefly mentioned the visit to the master to Meiyue, saying that a highly accomplished master would come to help our family ward off disasters and change our fortune. It was clear that Meiyue strongly disapproved, because she, like me before, was stubborn and didn't believe in such unfounded things. The next day, the master, along with several disciples, personally came to our house to assess the feng shui. As soon as he entered, he warned me that the yin energy in my house was too heavy, which would attract ghosts and create... The hallucinations vividly described everything that had happened in my house these past few days, as if I had witnessed it myself. Under the master's instructions, several of his disciples held talismans and pasted them on important doors to prevent evil spirits from entering the house. I wasn't really sure what sect the master belonged to, but he was truly incredibly effective. Xiao Tong's illness had been treated by countless doctors, all of whom were helpless. However, after drinking the master's talismanic water and taking his medicine, and receiving his powerful massage, her high fever subsided in just half an hour, and she regained consciousness and was able to speak. Her husband was the same. After drinking the elixirs and talismanic water, and through the master's energy cultivation, his complexion became rosy, his breathing became much more even, and his condition greatly improved. The disciples beside him said this was nothing special; when the master was in America, he had performed miracles, restoring sight to the blind, enabling the disabled to walk again, and even reviving those in a vegetative state. The master shook his head, instructing his disciples not to speak recklessly. After performing the energy cultivation twice, the master appeared very weak, sweating profusely, his entire monk's robe soaked through as if drenched, and his face much paler. He could only walk with the help of his disciples. I was moved to tears, and pulled Meiyue to kowtow to the master, thanking him for his immense kindness to my family. The master sternly refused the million-dollar check I respectfully offered, instructing me that as long as I performed good deeds and gave generously, I would have done my duty. Before leaving, the master repeatedly instructed me to fast and bathe, and to take the elixir regularly to dispel evil spirits in preparation for the ritual four days later. He said, "After taking the elixir, you may feel a little dizzy; this is a normal phenomenon of evil spirits leaving the body, so don't worry too much about it." Just as the master said, there was a slight dizziness when taking the talisman water and pills, but the feeling quickly returned. My stomach ached a little, but after the medicine took effect, it became warm and comfortable, and the pain lessened over time, probably because the evil energy was fading. I touched my round belly and silently spoke to my child: "Baby, don't be afraid, Mommy is here, Mommy will definitely protect you..." Four days later, at midnight, was the important time the master had mentioned. In the dead of night, I went alone to Zhongshan North Road... I felt a little uneasy entering the Buddhist hall, but by then I had complete trust in the master, so I went in anyway. Two male disciples led the way, saying that the master was already waiting on the second floor, but I needed to bathe and purify myself before performing the ritual, and then change into ceremonial robes. In the bathhouse, they had prepared a large wooden tub for me, filled with hot water. Many unknown herbs floated on the surface of the water, smelling very fragrant, much more fragrant than any perfume sold in the market. To avoid delaying the time, I didn't dare bathe for too long, quickly washing and drying myself. Afterwards, I prepared to change. The maternity clothes I had worn had been taken away, and the robes I was supposed to wear were placed outside. But when I picked up the robes, I was stunned. It wasn't the loose robe I had imagined; instead, it was a thin, milky-white silk robe. Holding it in my hands, it felt incredibly light, almost weightless. I hesitated, looking around, hoping to find something else to replace it, but the dressing room was empty. In the end, I could only hesitantly drape the silk robe over myself. Under the dim light... In the dressing room mirror, I saw my reflection: wet, black hair curled and fell across my flushed cheeks, cascading over my rounded shoulders. Adorned with a spotless, gossamer-thin white robe, I looked as holy and noble as the Virgin Mary. The robe seemed to offer some coverage; in the mirror, I wasn't fully exposed, only vaguely revealing the silhouette of my voluptuous figure. But my ample breasts were impossible to conceal; from their high, firm shape... I could clearly see two distinct dark areolas and bean-sized nipples, which, while giving me a serene appearance, also filled me with alluring sensuality. This blend of purity and sensuality, two completely different kinds of bewitching beauty, even made my own heart flutter. A memory resurfaced in my mind: the shy yet sweet feelings I had when my husband gazed at me while I wore sexy lingerie. I felt an urge to cry. However, the master's magic was so powerful; he could surely restore my family to its former happiness. It was almost midnight when I pulled open...I went out the door. Fortunately, there was no one outside, so I didn't have to worry about being seen for the time being. I went up the stairs to the second floor and entered the upstairs Buddhist hall. It was a completely secret room, much smaller than the first floor. The walls and wooden floor were covered with yellow curtains, densely covered with talismans written in cinnabar. In the center of the room was a wooden table that looked like an operating table, surrounded by lotus lanterns, which looked both mysterious and strange, with a bit of a fantasy movie feel to it. I was still uneasy about my thin clothes, but the master sat upright on the futon, chanting Buddhist scriptures, like an old monk in deep meditation. Knowing that I had entered, he didn't even glance at me, but instructed me to take the elixir and the talisman, and sit cross-legged on the wooden table. I had taken the elixir many times before, but this time the effect seemed a bit different. When I sat on the wooden table, instead of the usual mental excitement, I immediately became drowsy, and my limbs were weak. "This old monk is about to begin the ritual. First, I will use my internal energy to expel the evil energy from your body." "Close your eyes and calm your mind, just pretend it's all a dream." My head was spinning even more. The master's voice seemed to come from another world, very far away, but I knew he was already beside the wooden platform. At such close range, and with such barely covering clothing, the master must have seen everything. I felt so ashamed, but my body's reaction was strangely stimulating, as if anticipating something… The master began to channel his energy. First, he chanted Buddhist scriptures, his palms rapidly patting my back. The thin silk robe offered absolutely no protection; I could even clearly feel the heat of his palms. After a few minutes, I was so drowsy I was almost asleep, my body burning hot, as if I had a high fever. When the master's hands touched my shoulders, I couldn't even tell whether it was his palms that were hot, or my body. In my hazy state, the master told me to lie down. The moment my back touched the wooden platform, the cool sensation was so comforting. "Ah!" I exclaimed. The master's hand, which had been kneading my neck, moved downwards, patting and gliding over my full breasts. This was unacceptable! I was a married woman with a husband and children at home; how could I let another man touch my breasts? I tried to struggle to get up, but my body was limp and powerless; I couldn't even lift a little finger. A voice in my head said that this was part of the spell, that men and women were different, but since he was channeling energy into my chest, it was inevitable that he would touch places he shouldn't. I could only blame myself for having such large breasts; they were bound to be touched no matter what. The master's hand roamed quickly across my chest, and before I knew it, it began to caress my full breasts. 'Ah… um…' I felt incredibly shy watching his hands kneading my breasts as if he were kneading dough. With just a little pressure, my soft, fatty breasts would immediately sink in; it was utterly lewd. 'Ah, my body…so hot…um…so embarrassing…' My silk robe was stretched taut by my erect nipples, my breathing quickened, and my blood rushed through my veins. Through the thin silk robe, the master's hands caressed my snow-white breasts, intentionally or unintentionally touching my sensitive nipple. 'Ah…um…um…' An intense pleasure surged through me, a tingling current coursing through my body, my crotch was soaked, and my upper body trembled as if electrocuted. As a result, the silk robe quickly fell off, and my enormous breasts bounced out, now completely exposed. Because my hands and feet were braced on the bed, my breasts appeared exceptionally large, almost surreal. The elastic breasts swayed from side to side, making them appear like large, plump areolas, like fresh blackberries. 'Ah…how embarrassing…' Watching two plump, white breasts bounce obscenely out, their dark purple nipples swaying slightly in the air, my breasts, already five months pregnant, slowly oozed white beads under this stimulation. I was extremely shy, yet my lust rose uncontrollably. 'Ah…um…stop…please don't do this…ah ah…' My whole body was already weak and powerless. Instinctively, I stretched out my snow-white neck and let out a moan from my cherry-blossom lips. Right there on the wooden platform, my legs were bent, forming an obscene bow shape. This was a crucial moment in the ritual, but I couldn't control my rising lust, throwing all the important matters to the back of my mind, only wanting to pursue further pleasure. What…what's wrong with me? I completely forgot about whether I would expose myself. My silk robe slipped down my legs, revealing the lace panties underneath. "Ah, how shameful...uh..." My large, cow-like breasts were exposed, my long, slender legs were completely exposed, and the most intimate part between my legs was faintly visible, but a wet patch was clearly visible, quickly soaking the purple silk gauze. I couldn't help but murmur in embarrassment. Suddenly, the master shouted, but I couldn't hear what he shouted. However, I suddenly felt a chill on my stomach. A brush dipped in cinnabar was writing rapidly on my round belly, twisting and turning incantations. In an instant, my stomach felt like it was going to split open, and the intense pain made me scream in agony. "Endure! This is the most important key. Saving your child depends on now." Cold sweat poured down my back. I pressed my lower abdomen, talking to my baby in my mind, telling him to endure, that Mommy was trying to save him. Fortunately, each stroke of the master's brush carried a magical power, suppressing the pain and transforming it into warmth and peace. As the entire talisman was completed, warm currents flowed through my entire body. "Mmm... Ahhh..." I cried out, not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure. With the completion of the talisman, the fluids between my legs gushed out uncontrollably. The master's breathing was very heavy, seemingly more tiring than when he helped Xiaotong and her husband with their rituals. However, it was clear that he was also relieved, because the demonic fetus had been suppressed, and the most dangerous part was complete. "My ritual has temporarily suppressed the fetus's demonic nature; it will not harm your family..." Was the ritual finished? But I don't want it to end like this. There are still so many parts of my body that want to be satisfied, that want to continue the comfortable feeling from before…'But the fetus's yin energy is too heavy. If you want to completely remove it and restore the child in your womb to its original state, this alone is not enough…' Ah! What should I do? I can't live without this child. No matter what, I must protect this child! My eyes were half-closed, my gaze so alluring it could drip water. My cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms, and my red lips murmured as I sincerely made a request to the blurry figure before me. But what exactly was I asking for? Even I was confused. Was I asking the master to save my child? Or was I asking the master…'If we want to perform further magic, then we can only rely on dual cultivation. Are you willing to do that?' What is dual cultivation? I had no time to think about it, nor could I think about it. I just opened my arms in a daze to welcome the strong body that covered me. The thin silk covering my body had somehow been removed, leaving me completely naked. The master's hands caressed my swollen breasts; without the silk, he rubbed them harder and more roughly. 'You know what? I've wanted to play with your beautiful breasts like this for a long time…' Familiar words echoed in my ears. In a hazy state, the master removed his robes, revealing a muscular body that didn't resemble that of an old man. Something stood erect between his legs… It was unbelievable; it was not only much larger than my husband's, but it hardly resembled a human penis. Although I had never seen a donkey's or a horse's genitals, this erect penis was as thick and hard as a child's arm. 'How…how can something so big…No…I…I'll break…' I struggled frantically, but the master pried open my mouth and stuffed another pill inside, dissolving in my warm saliva. "Don't worry, after taking the elixir, you'll only feel comfortable..." Completely forgetting the child in my belly, I anxiously twisted my legs, feeling the glans of my penis touch my pubic hair, while the master's hips slowly moved forward. In this way, the egg-sized glans slightly sank into my hot, wet area. "Mmm..." With a low growl from the master, his penis slowly slid into my vagina. The vaginal muscles gripped very tightly, but fortunately, the lubrication was excellent. The feeling was like tearing my vagina apart, yet incredibly fulfilling. When the master's magnificent penis plunged deep inside, I couldn't help but scream. But I knew that what appeared on my face was an expression of extreme excitement. "Ahhhhh..." A seductive cry echoed in the room, incessantly.A voice came from the other side, but I knew he was already beside the wooden platform. At such close range, and with such barely covering clothing, the master had seen everything. I felt incredibly ashamed, yet my body reacted with a strange stimulation, as if anticipating something… The master began to channel his energy. First, he chanted Buddhist scriptures, his palms rapidly patting my back. The thin silk robe offered absolutely no protection; I could clearly feel the heat of his palms. After a few minutes, I was almost asleep, my body burning hot, as if I had a high fever. When the master's hands touched my shoulders, I couldn't even tell whether it was his palms that were hot, or my body. In my hazy state, the master told me to lie down. The instant my back touched the wooden platform, the cool sensation was so comforting. 'Ah!' I exclaimed. The master's hands, which had been kneading my neck, moved downwards, patting across my full breasts. This is unacceptable! I'm a married woman with a husband and children at home. How can I let another man touch my breasts? I tried to struggle to get up, but my whole body was limp and powerless; I couldn't even lift a little finger. A voice in my head said that this was part of the spell, that men and women were different, but since I was channeling energy into my chest, it was inevitable that I would touch places I shouldn't. I could only blame myself for having such large breasts; they were bound to be touched no matter what. The master's hands roamed quickly over my chest, and before I knew it, they began to caress my full breasts. 'Ah… um…' I felt incredibly shy watching his hands kneading my breasts as if he were kneading dough. With just a little pressure, my soft, fatty breasts would immediately sink in; it was utterly lewd. 'Ah, my body…so hot…um…so embarrassing…' My silk robe was stretched taut by my erect nipples, my breathing quickened, and my blood rushed through my veins. Through the thin silk robe, the master's hands caressed my snow-white breasts, intentionally or unintentionally touching my sensitive nipple. 'Ah…um…um…' An intense pleasure surged through me, a tingling current coursing through my body, my crotch was soaked, and my upper body trembled as if electrocuted. As a result, the silk robe quickly fell off, and my enormous breasts bounced out, now completely exposed. Because my hands and feet were braced on the bed, my breasts appeared exceptionally large, almost surreal. The elastic breasts swayed from side to side, making them appear like large, plump areolas, like fresh blackberries. 'Ah…how embarrassing…' Watching two plump, white breasts bounce obscenely out, their dark purple nipples swaying slightly in the air, my breasts, already five months pregnant, slowly oozed white beads under this stimulation. I was extremely shy, yet my lust rose uncontrollably. 'Ah…um…stop…please don't do this…ah ah…' My whole body was already weak and powerless. Instinctively, I stretched out my snow-white neck and let out a moan from my cherry-blossom lips. Right there on the wooden platform, my legs were bent, forming an obscene bow shape. This was a crucial moment in the ritual, but I couldn't control my rising lust, throwing all the important matters to the back of my mind, only wanting to pursue further pleasure. What…what's wrong with me? I completely forgot about whether I would expose myself. My silk robe slipped down my legs, revealing the lace panties underneath. "Ah, how shameful...uh..." My large, cow-like breasts were exposed, my long, slender legs were completely exposed, and the most intimate part between my legs was faintly visible, but a wet patch was clearly visible, quickly soaking the purple silk gauze. I couldn't help but murmur in embarrassment. Suddenly, the master shouted, but I couldn't hear what he shouted. However, I suddenly felt a chill on my stomach. A brush dipped in cinnabar was writing rapidly on my round belly, twisting and turning incantations. In an instant, my stomach felt like it was going to split open, and the intense pain made me scream in agony. "Endure! This is the most important key. Saving your child depends on now." Cold sweat poured down my back. I pressed my lower abdomen, talking to my baby in my mind, telling him to endure, that Mommy was trying to save him. Fortunately, each stroke of the master's brush carried a magical power, suppressing the pain and transforming it into warmth and peace. As the entire talisman was completed, warm currents flowed through my entire body. "Mmm... Ahhh..." I cried out, not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure. With the completion of the talisman, the fluids between my legs gushed out uncontrollably. The master's breathing was very heavy, seemingly more tiring than when he helped Xiaotong and her husband with their rituals. However, it was clear that he was also relieved, because the demonic fetus had been suppressed, and the most dangerous part was complete. "My ritual has temporarily suppressed the fetus's demonic nature; it will not harm your family..." Was the ritual finished? But I don't want it to end like this. There are still so many parts of my body that want to be satisfied, that want to continue the comfortable feeling from before…'But the fetus's yin energy is too heavy. If you want to completely remove it and restore the child in your womb to its original state, this alone is not enough…' Ah! What should I do? I can't live without this child. No matter what, I must protect this child! My eyes were half-closed, my gaze so alluring it could drip water. My cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms, and my red lips murmured as I sincerely made a request to the blurry figure before me. But what exactly was I asking for? Even I was confused. Was I asking the master to save my child? Or was I asking the master…'If we want to perform further magic, then we can only rely on dual cultivation. Are you willing to do that?' What is dual cultivation? I had no time to think about it, nor could I think about it. I just opened my arms in a daze to welcome the strong body that covered me. The thin silk covering my body had somehow been removed, leaving me completely naked. The master's hands caressed my swollen breasts; without the silk, he rubbed them harder and more roughly. 'You know what? I've wanted to play with your beautiful breasts like this for a long time…' Familiar words echoed in my ears. In a hazy state, the master removed his robes, revealing a muscular body that didn't resemble that of an old man. Something stood erect between his legs… It was unbelievable; it was not only much larger than my husband's, but it hardly resembled a human penis. Although I had never seen a donkey's or a horse's genitals, this erect penis was as thick and hard as a child's arm. 'How…how can something so big…No…I…I'll break…' I struggled frantically, but the master pried open my mouth and stuffed another pill inside, dissolving in my warm saliva. "Don't worry, after taking the elixir, you'll only feel comfortable..." Completely forgetting the child in my belly, I anxiously twisted my legs, feeling the glans of my penis touch my pubic hair, while the master's hips slowly moved forward. In this way, the egg-sized glans slightly sank into my hot, wet area. "Mmm..." With a low growl from the master, his penis slowly slid into my vagina. The vaginal muscles gripped very tightly, but fortunately, the lubrication was excellent. The feeling was like tearing my vagina apart, yet incredibly fulfilling. When the master's magnificent penis plunged deep inside, I couldn't help but scream. But I knew that what appeared on my face was an expression of extreme excitement. "Ahhhhh..." A seductive cry echoed in the room, incessantly.A voice came from the other side, but I knew he was already beside the wooden platform. At such close range, and with such barely covering clothing, the master had seen everything. I felt incredibly ashamed, yet my body reacted with a strange stimulation, as if anticipating something… The master began to channel his energy. First, he chanted Buddhist scriptures, his palms rapidly patting my back. The thin silk robe offered absolutely no protection; I could clearly feel the heat of his palms. After a few minutes, I was almost asleep, my body burning hot, as if I had a high fever. When the master's hands touched my shoulders, I couldn't even tell whether it was his palms that were hot, or my body. In my hazy state, the master told me to lie down. The instant my back touched the wooden platform, the cool sensation was so comforting. 'Ah!' I exclaimed. The master's hands, which had been kneading my neck, moved downwards, patting across my full breasts. This is unacceptable! I'm a married woman with a husband and children at home. How can I let another man touch my breasts? I tried to struggle to get up, but my whole body was limp and powerless; I couldn't even lift a little finger. A voice in my head said that this was part of the spell, that men and women were different, but since I was channeling energy into my chest, it was inevitable that I would touch places I shouldn't. I could only blame myself for having such large breasts; they were bound to be touched no matter what. The master's hands roamed quickly over my chest, and before I knew it, they began to caress my full breasts. 'Ah… um…' I felt incredibly shy watching his hands kneading my breasts as if he were kneading dough. With just a little pressure, my soft, fatty breasts would immediately sink in; it was utterly lewd. 'Ah, my body…so hot…um…so embarrassing…' My silk robe was stretched taut by my erect nipples, my breathing quickened, and my blood rushed through my veins. Through the thin silk robe, the master's hands caressed my snow-white breasts, intentionally or unintentionally touching my sensitive nipple. 'Ah…um…um…' An intense pleasure surged through me, a tingling current coursing through my body, my crotch was soaked, and my upper body trembled as if electrocuted. As a result, the silk robe quickly fell off, and my enormous breasts bounced out, now completely exposed. Because my hands and feet were braced on the bed, my breasts appeared exceptionally large, almost surreal. The elastic breasts swayed from side to side, making them appear like large, plump areolas, like fresh blackberries. 'Ah…how embarrassing…' Watching two plump, white breasts bounce obscenely out, their dark purple nipples swaying slightly in the air, my breasts, already five months pregnant, slowly oozed white beads under this stimulation. I was extremely shy, yet my lust rose uncontrollably. 'Ah…um…stop…please don't do this…ah ah…' My whole body was already weak and powerless. Instinctively, I stretched out my snow-white neck and let out a moan from my cherry-blossom lips. Right there on the wooden platform, my legs were bent, forming an obscene bow shape. This was a crucial moment in the ritual, but I couldn't control my rising lust, throwing all the important matters to the back of my mind, only wanting to pursue further pleasure. What…what's wrong with me? I completely forgot about whether I would expose myself. My silk robe slipped down my legs, revealing the lace panties underneath. "Ah, how shameful...uh..." My large, cow-like breasts were exposed, my long, slender legs were completely exposed, and the most intimate part between my legs was faintly visible, but a wet patch was clearly visible, quickly soaking the purple silk gauze. I couldn't help but murmur in embarrassment. Suddenly, the master shouted, but I couldn't hear what he shouted. However, I suddenly felt a chill on my stomach. A brush dipped in cinnabar was writing rapidly on my round belly, twisting and turning incantations. In an instant, my stomach felt like it was going to split open, and the intense pain made me scream in agony. "Endure! This is the most important key. Saving your child depends on now." Cold sweat poured down my back. I pressed my lower abdomen, talking to my baby in my mind, telling him to endure, that Mommy was trying to save him. Fortunately, each stroke of the master's brush carried a magical power, suppressing the pain and transforming it into warmth and peace. As the entire talisman was completed, warm currents flowed through my entire body. "Mmm... Ahhh..." I cried out, not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure. With the completion of the talisman, the fluids between my legs gushed out uncontrollably. The master's breathing was very heavy, seemingly more tiring than when he helped Xiaotong and her husband with their rituals. However, it was clear that he was also relieved, because the demonic fetus had been suppressed, and the most dangerous part was complete. "My ritual has temporarily suppressed the fetus's demonic nature; it will not harm your family..." Was the ritual finished? But I don't want it to end like this. There are still so many parts of my body that want to be satisfied, that want to continue the comfortable feeling from before…'But the fetus's yin energy is too heavy. If you want to completely remove it and restore the child in your womb to its original state, this alone is not enough…' Ah! What should I do? I can't live without this child. No matter what, I must protect this child! My eyes were half-closed, my gaze so alluring it could drip water. My cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms, and my red lips murmured as I sincerely made a request to the blurry figure before me. But what exactly was I asking for? Even I was confused. Was I asking the master to save my child? Or was I asking the master…'If we want to perform further magic, then we can only rely on dual cultivation. Are you willing to do that?' What is dual cultivation? I had no time to think about it, nor could I think about it. I just opened my arms in a daze to welcome the strong body that covered me. The thin silk covering my body had somehow been removed, leaving me completely naked. The master's hands caressed my swollen breasts; without the silk, he rubbed them harder and more roughly. 'You know what? I've wanted to play with your beautiful breasts like this for a long time…' Familiar words echoed in my ears. In a hazy state, the master removed his robes, revealing a muscular body that didn't resemble that of an old man. Something stood erect between his legs… It was unbelievable; it was not only much larger than my husband's, but it hardly resembled a human penis. Although I had never seen a donkey's or a horse's genitals, this erect penis was as thick and hard as a child's arm. 'How…how can something so big…No…I…I'll break…' I struggled frantically, but the master pried open my mouth and stuffed another pill inside, dissolving in my warm saliva. "Don't worry, after taking the elixir, you'll only feel comfortable..." Completely forgetting the child in my belly, I anxiously twisted my legs, feeling the glans of my penis touch my pubic hair, while the master's hips slowly moved forward. In this way, the egg-sized glans slightly sank into my hot, wet area. "Mmm..." With a low growl from the master, his penis slowly slid into my vagina. The vaginal muscles gripped very tightly, but fortunately, the lubrication was excellent. The feeling was like tearing my vagina apart, yet incredibly fulfilling. When the master's magnificent penis plunged deep inside, I couldn't help but scream. But I knew that what appeared on my face was an expression of extreme excitement. "Ahhhhh..." A seductive cry echoed in the room, incessantly.A tingling electric current surged through me, my legs became soaked, and my upper body trembled as if electrocuted. My silk robe quickly slipped off, revealing my enormous breasts. Because I was bracing myself on the bed, my breasts appeared exceptionally large, almost surreal. The bouncy breasts swayed from side to side, making my areolas, like plump, ripe blackberries, appear to bulge. 'Ah…so embarrassing…' Watching my two plump, white breasts bounce obscenely, the dark purple nipples swaying slightly in the air, my breasts, already five months pregnant, slowly oozed white droplets from the stimulation. I was extremely shy, yet my lust rose uncontrollably. 'Ah…um…stop…don't do this…ah ah…' My whole body was weak and limp. Instinctively, I stretched my snow-white neck and let out a moan from my cherry-blossom lips. On the wooden platform, my legs were bent, forming an obscene bow shape. This was a crucial moment in the ritual, but I couldn't control my rising lust, forgetting everything else and only wanting to pursue further pleasure. What...what's wrong with me? Completely forgetting about the risk of exposure, my silk robe slid down my legs, revealing my lace panties. 'Ah, how shameful...uh...uh...' My large, cow-like breasts were exposed, my long, slender legs were completely exposed, and my most intimate, private area was faintly visible, yet a wet patch was clearly visible, quickly soaking the purple silk. I couldn't help but utter a soft, embarrassed moan. Suddenly, the master roared, but I couldn't hear what he said. A sudden chill ran down my spine. A brush dipped in cinnabar began to write rapidly, twisting and turning, incantations on my round belly. In an instant, my stomach felt like it was about to split open; the intense pain made me scream in agony. 'Endure! This is the most crucial point; saving your child depends on now.' Cold sweat poured down my back. I pressed my lower abdomen, my mind constantly talking to the baby, telling him to be patient, that Mommy was trying her best to save him. Fortunately, each stroke of the master's brush carried a magical power, suppressing the pain and transforming it into warmth and peace. As the entire talisman was completed, warm currents flowed through my entire body. "Mmm... Ahhh..." I screamed, not from the pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure. With the completion of the talisman, the fluids between my legs gushed out uncontrollably. The master's breathing was very heavy, seemingly more exhausted than when he had helped Xiaotong and my husband with their rituals. But I could tell he was also visibly relieved, because the demonic fetus had been suppressed, and the most dangerous part was complete. "My ritual has temporarily suppressed the demonic nature of the fetus, and it will not harm your family..." Was the ritual finished? But I don't want it to end like this. There are still so many parts of my body that want to be satisfied, that want to continue the comfortable feeling from before…'But the fetus's yin energy is too heavy. If you want to completely remove it and restore the child in your womb to its original state, this alone is not enough…' Ah! What should I do? I can't live without this child. No matter what, I must protect this child! My eyes were half-closed, my gaze so alluring it could drip water. My cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms, and my red lips murmured as I sincerely made a request to the blurry figure before me. But what exactly was I asking for? Even I was confused. Was I asking the master to save my child? Or was I asking the master…'If we want to perform further magic, then we can only rely on dual cultivation. Are you willing to do that?' What is dual cultivation? I had no time to think about it, nor could I think about it. I just opened my arms in a daze to welcome the strong body that covered me. The thin silk covering my body had somehow been removed, leaving me completely naked. The master's hands caressed my swollen breasts; without the silk, he rubbed them harder and more roughly. 'You know what? I've wanted to play with your beautiful breasts like this for a long time…' Familiar words echoed in my ears. In a hazy state, the master removed his robes, revealing a muscular body that didn't resemble that of an old man. Something stood erect between his legs… It was unbelievable; it was not only much larger than my husband's, but it hardly resembled a human penis. Although I had never seen a donkey's or a horse's genitals, this erect penis was as thick and hard as a child's arm. 'How…how can something so big…No…I…I'll break…' I struggled frantically, but the master pried open my mouth and stuffed another pill inside, dissolving in my warm saliva. "Don't worry, after taking the elixir, you'll only feel comfortable..." Completely forgetting the child in my belly, I anxiously twisted my legs, feeling the glans of my penis touch my pubic hair, while the master's hips slowly moved forward. In this way, the egg-sized glans slightly sank into my hot, wet area. "Mmm..." With a low growl from the master, his penis slowly slid into my vagina. The vaginal muscles gripped very tightly, but fortunately, the lubrication was excellent. The feeling was like tearing my vagina apart, yet incredibly fulfilling. When the master's magnificent penis plunged deep inside, I couldn't help but scream. But I knew that what appeared on my face was an expression of extreme excitement. "Ahhhhh..." A seductive cry echoed in the room, incessantly.A tingling electric current surged through me, my legs became soaked, and my upper body trembled as if electrocuted. My silk robe quickly slipped off, revealing my enormous breasts. Because I was bracing myself on the bed, my breasts appeared exceptionally large, almost surreal. The bouncy breasts swayed from side to side, making my areolas, like plump, ripe blackberries, appear to bulge. 'Ah…so embarrassing…' Watching my two plump, white breasts bounce obscenely, the dark purple nipples swaying slightly in the air, my breasts, already five months pregnant, slowly oozed white droplets from the stimulation. I was extremely shy, yet my lust rose uncontrollably. 'Ah…um…stop…don't do this…ah ah…' My whole body was weak and limp. Instinctively, I stretched my snow-white neck and let out a moan from my cherry-blossom lips. On the wooden platform, my legs were bent, forming an obscene bow shape. This was a crucial moment in the ritual, but I couldn't control my rising lust, forgetting everything else and only wanting to pursue further pleasure. What...what's wrong with me? Completely forgetting about the risk of exposure, my silk robe slid down my legs, revealing my lace panties. 'Ah, how shameful...uh...uh...' My large, cow-like breasts were exposed, my long, slender legs were completely exposed, and my most intimate, private area was faintly visible, yet a wet patch was clearly visible, quickly soaking the purple silk. I couldn't help but utter a soft, embarrassed moan. Suddenly, the master roared, but I couldn't hear what he said. A sudden chill ran down my spine. A brush dipped in cinnabar began to write rapidly, twisting and turning, incantations on my round belly. In an instant, my stomach felt like it was about to split open; the intense pain made me scream in agony. 'Endure! This is the most crucial point; saving your child depends on now.' Cold sweat poured down my back. I pressed my lower abdomen, my mind constantly talking to the baby, telling him to be patient, that Mommy was trying her best to save him. Fortunately, each stroke of the master's brush carried a magical power, suppressing the pain and transforming it into warmth and peace. As the entire talisman was completed, warm currents flowed through my entire body. "Mmm... Ahhh..." I screamed, not from the pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure. With the completion of the talisman, the fluids between my legs gushed out uncontrollably. The master's breathing was very heavy, seemingly more exhausted than when he had helped Xiaotong and my husband with their rituals. But I could tell he was also visibly relieved, because the demonic fetus had been suppressed, and the most dangerous part was complete. "My ritual has temporarily suppressed the demonic nature of the fetus, and it will not harm your family..." Was the ritual finished? But I don't want it to end like this. There are still so many parts of my body that want to be satisfied, that want to continue the comfortable feeling from before…'But the fetus's yin energy is too heavy. If you want to completely remove it and restore the child in your womb to its original state, this alone is not enough…' Ah! What should I do? I can't live without this child. No matter what, I must protect this child! My eyes were half-closed, my gaze so alluring it could drip water. My cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms, and my red lips murmured as I sincerely made a request to the blurry figure before me. But what exactly was I asking for? Even I was confused. Was I asking the master to save my child? Or was I asking the master…'If we want to perform further magic, then we can only rely on dual cultivation. Are you willing to do that?' What is dual cultivation? I had no time to think about it, nor could I think about it. I just opened my arms in a daze to welcome the strong body that covered me. The thin silk covering my body had somehow been removed, leaving me completely naked. The master's hands caressed my swollen breasts; without the silk, he rubbed them harder and more roughly. 'You know what? I've wanted to play with your beautiful breasts like this for a long time…' Familiar words echoed in my ears. In a hazy state, the master removed his robes, revealing a muscular body that didn't resemble that of an old man. Something stood erect between his legs… It was unbelievable; it was not only much larger than my husband's, but it hardly resembled a human penis. Although I had never seen a donkey's or a horse's genitals, this erect penis was as thick and hard as a child's arm. 'How…how can something so big…No…I…I'll break…' I struggled frantically, but the master pried open my mouth and stuffed another pill inside, dissolving in my warm saliva. "Don't worry, after taking the elixir, you'll only feel comfortable..." Completely forgetting the child in my belly, I anxiously twisted my legs, feeling the glans of my penis touch my pubic hair, while the master's hips slowly moved forward. In this way, the egg-sized glans slightly sank into my hot, wet area. "Mmm..." With a low growl from the master, his penis slowly slid into my vagina. The vaginal muscles gripped very tightly, but fortunately, the lubrication was excellent. The feeling was like tearing my vagina apart, yet incredibly fulfilling. When the master's magnificent penis plunged deep inside, I couldn't help but scream. But I knew that what appeared on my face was an expression of extreme excitement. "Ahhhhh..." A seductive cry echoed in the room, incessantly.Its thickness was like a toddler's arm. 'How...how can something so big...No...I...I'll break...' I struggled frantically, but the master pried open my mouth and stuffed another pill into it, dissolving in my warm saliva. 'Don't worry, after taking the elixir, you'll only feel pleasure...' Completely forgetting the child in my belly, I anxiously twisted my legs, feeling the glans touch my pubic hair, while the master's hips slowly moved forward. In this way, the egg-sized glans slightly sank into my hot, wet area. 'Ugh...' With a low growl from the master, the penis slowly slid into my vagina, the flesh gripping very tightly, but fortunately, the lubrication was excellent. The feeling was like tearing my vagina, yet incredibly fulfilling. When the master's magnificent penis deeply penetrated, I couldn't help but scream. But I knew that what appeared on my face was an expression of extreme excitement. 'Ahhh...' The room echoed with seductive cries, incessant.Its thickness was like a toddler's arm. 'How...how can something so big...No...I...I'll break...' I struggled frantically, but the master pried open my mouth and stuffed another pill into it, dissolving in my warm saliva. 'Don't worry, after taking the elixir, you'll only feel pleasure...' Completely forgetting the child in my belly, I anxiously twisted my legs, feeling the glans touch my pubic hair, while the master's hips slowly moved forward. In this way, the egg-sized glans slightly sank into my hot, wet area. 'Ugh...' With a low growl from the master, the penis slowly slid into my vagina, the flesh gripping very tightly, but fortunately, the lubrication was excellent. The feeling was like tearing my vagina, yet incredibly fulfilling. When the master's magnificent penis deeply penetrated, I couldn't help but scream. But I knew that what appeared on my face was an expression of extreme excitement. 'Ahhh...' The room echoed with seductive cries, incessant.
Night Lotus Act IV
When I awoke, it was nearly noon the next day. Since becoming pregnant, I had never experienced such intense and arousing sexual activity. The master was probably over sixty, but agile and energetic, no less than a young man. Last night, we made love all night long; I felt as if I were on a cloud, without a moment's rest. But now that I was awake, recalling last night's events, everything seemed like a dream, and I didn't remember clearly. Sitting up on the wooden platform, I looked at my naked body, my legs stained with filth and mud, and aching slightly—a clear indication of the intensity of last night's encounter. My chastity, which I should have preserved for my husband, had been defiled. I wanted to cry but couldn't; I felt ruined, no longer a pure and innocent body. But could I blame the master? He willingly sacrificed his cultivation to practice with me, all to save my family. I could only thank him; I shouldn't have even the slightest thought of resentment. My head started spinning again, like hundreds of bees were buzzing in my ears. I wanted to find a glass of water… There were no clothes left upstairs, and my silk robe was already torn to shreds. I could only tear a yellow veil from the wall to wrap myself in and stagger downstairs. Like a Venus statue, I was bare-shouldered and backless, so worried that someone might be downstairs. How could I show myself like this… how could I face anyone in this shameful state? Fortunately, there was only a master in the Buddhist hall downstairs, sitting upright on a meditation cushion, chanting Buddhist prayers. Hearing me come down, he told me to take the talismans and pills from the offering table myself. Sure enough, as soon as I took them, my headache was gone, and I felt much better. There were also several packets of pills next to me. The master said that he had refined them last night using a dual cultivation method. They were incredibly effective. He told me to take them back for my husband and Xiaotong to take, and that they would be cured in a few months. Although I didn't fully understand, the thought that this was a life-saving elixir I had obtained through such defilement made me cherish it dearly, carefully tucking it into my bosom. Though overjoyed, tears streamed down my face, dripping onto the medicine packet. The master then instructed that the dual cultivation practice needed to continue for three months to completely expel the evil spirits, but the spiritual energy here was insufficient. He told me to go to his hermitage in Daxi the next day, where he would give me more elixirs. There was a private sanatorium nearby that he knew well, with excellent facilities, and importantly, the feng shui had been personally surveyed and designed by him, greatly benefiting patients. He suggested that my husband and Xiaotong be moved there so I could take care of them nearby. I thanked the master for his compassion and grace, retrieved the maternity clothes I had worn the night before, and went home to help my husband and son pack their luggage. Meiyue hadn't gone to class and was sitting alone in the living room, seemingly having sat there all night. Seeing me return, she angrily asked what I had done the night before. I couldn't speak; the guilt of losing my virginity prevented me from lying, and I could only stammer, unable to say anything. Meiyue looked at me with disdain. In over ten years, our hearts had never felt so distant. Being looked at like that by my daughter almost broke my heart. I told her I was going to the monastery with the master to perform a ritual, and that I would send my husband and Xiaotong to a nearby sanatorium, but she had to stay here to watch the house because she needed to go to school. Meiyue wouldn't let me go, nor would she let me take my father and brother with me. We had a fierce argument, and finally, Meiyue glared at me and coldly said, "Prostitute!" I slapped my daughter. She glared at me with piercing hatred in her eyes, then stormed out of the house without looking back. I covered my face, fell to my knees, and tears streamed down my face. I couldn't understand how our once happy family had come to this. With the help of the master's disciples, I completed the formalities and sent my husband and son to that sanatorium. The place was very clean, and the staff were very friendly. I heard that half of the people in the sanatorium were followers of the master's sect. They followed me to the renowned Maitreya Hermitage, a sacred place of mountains and water where we would practice dual cultivation for the next three months. It was indeed a beautiful place nestled against the mountains and beside the water. Not to mention the magnificent five-story mansion, the large gardens on both sides in front alone were already quite impressive. I heard there was even a waterfall in the back courtyard. I thought even Fo Guang Shan couldn't compare. Outside the mansion were male disciples in robes; not all of them were monks, but most looked blank, and I didn't see any women. Several male disciples led me inside, saying that many high-ranking officials and their families often came to this Maitreya Hermitage to practice. Inside the mansion, on the left was a large Buddhist hall of over 200 square meters, where dozens of male and female disciples sat on cushions, chanting scriptures; in the middle was a large staircase; the large door on the right was closed, and I didn't know what it was for. The two male disciples who greeted me led me to the VIP bathroom at the back of the building, telling me that the Master usually lived on the fifth floor, and there was an elevator in the bathroom that went directly to the fifth floor. They said I should go up alone, but the fifth floor was a sacred place, and I needed to bathe and change clothes to avoid defiling the Buddhist energy there. It's been more than a dozen days since I ate the elixir yesterday at noon. It was time. My head was throbbing, and I was sweating profusely. Before going into the bathroom, I asked if I could have some elixirs. A male disciple gave me a strange smile and handed me the elixirs. This time there were three, because to enter the sacred land, I needed to expel all worldly impurities, so the dosage was three times the usual amount. The pool in the bathroom was large and smelled wonderful. I soaked in the pool, letting the hot water wash over my shoulders. Soon, my headache subsided, but I felt dizzy, and my body was constantly burning hot, especially between my legs, which felt itchy and empty. In a daze, I seemed to hear people talking outside. "Master's appetite is really strange this time, actually playing with a pregnant woman? But her breasts are really big, like a cow's, probably even bigger than Juanjuan's from a couple of days ago... Hey! She's taken the medicine, should I go play with her now?" "Shh!" "Are you out of your mind! I heard Master went to great lengths to get this pregnant woman. If you dare touch her, you'll be caught and used to refine five ghosts tonight!" "Don't scare me. In a few months, when Master gets tired of her, he'll just send her to the basement like all the other women!" The voices outside kept coming, but suddenly there was complete silence. My head was spinning, and I couldn't hear anything. I quickly washed myself. The maternity clothes I'd worn when I came in were gone, replaced by new robes in a bamboo basket. These robes were different from the last one. Two white silk strips covered the chest, crossed over the back of the neck, and then tied at the back. The back was almost completely bare. The silk strips couldn't cover the enormous breasts, and when they were tied up slightly, milk seeped from the nipples, leaving two wet stains on the silk. She wore a white gauze dress, but upon closer inspection, it lacked a back hem, revealing her plump, jade-like buttocks like two white-and-pink peaches. Unable to find her underpants, I blushed and first fastened the white silk stockings around my waist, then slowly pulled the white fishnet stockings down from my ankles, over my slender calves, to my thighs, fastening the metal buckles. I quickly gathered my long hair into a ponytail, and once everything was ready, I saw my reflection in the pool. It was a mature, alluring, and feminine body, especially with her pregnant belly, a round, radiant belly, a captivating beauty tinged with a holy glow, even mesmerizing. My head grew increasingly dizzy. I pressed the elevator button, taking it to the fifth floor. The elevator doors opened, revealing a dark corridor, the floor covered with… A red carpet, dimly lit by small, yellowish lamps on either side. At the far end of the corridor, a faint sound drifted from. I walked straight towards it and found two heavy, sturdy cypress wood doors, their weight unmistakable. With some effort, I pushed them open. The sudden, blinding light made me squint, but after my eyes adjusted, I was astonished by what I saw. Six or seven girls in sexy lingerie were playing and chasing each other, their laughter like silver bells. However, they were all on all fours, their tongues lolling out like dogs. Two naked blonde women lay prone on the floor, forming a fleshy couch. The master, naked, sat steadily on the couch, the only person in the room with an upright back, holding a girl in his arms, his enormous penis thrusting repeatedly into her pink buttocks. And that girl… could be no more than six years old. This didn't resemble a Buddhist temple; it was more like a place overflowing with lust. The daughter's prison. On the wall behind the master, I saw five grotesque and terrifying images, one of which was none other than the spider-faced human I had seen in my dream! I seemed to understand something, and stumbled backward. The little girl fainted with a scream, and the master laid her flat on the ground before beckoning to me. His smile was still so kind, and in his palm lay the pill I craved. The playful girls quieted down, respectfully spreading out to both sides, kneeling down, making way for the master and me. The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore… However, the two wooden doors behind me were already closed. Letting my hair down, I walked towards the master, seeing only those two green elixirs… For two consecutive days, I was intimately united with the master, our bodies never separated for a moment. Correctly He said my jade buttocks were always fixed to that fleshy cannon, its thick shaft penetrating my vulva, relentlessly shooting inside. Though he was old and frail, the master's energy surpassed that of a young man; every inch of his body beneath his monk's robes was brimming with vibrant energy, exploding completely during intercourse, leaving me, in our union, ecstatic, utterly disoriented. Having sex in front of a group of young girls, I was filled with unbearable shame, but they didn't find anything wrong with it at all. They actively came forward, licking my vulva, sucking my breasts, squeezing out milk, and even curiously stroking my large, protruding belly. While intertwined with the master's body, I glanced up and saw my reflection in the mirror on the wall. Was this woman me? A slut with a protruding belly, large buttocks and breasts, disheveled hair! Completely naked, her legs wrapped around the monk's waist, like a wanton prostitute.She swayed her hips and breasts just like before. I closed my eyes helplessly, but the lewd scene wouldn't leave my mind. Two days later, before the master left me, he instructed me to practice dual cultivation with him from now on, and personally put a "Dharma wheel" on me: a leather neck ring with the number "413" written on it, to make me understand my identity in the retreat. The master was extremely fascinated by my body, and every night he would summon me to serve him in bed, having sex at least three times before letting me sleep. Two months passed quickly, and day by day, my belly grew bigger and bigger. During each sexual intercourse, besides my two full breasts shaking incessantly, my round belly also swayed up and down, making me hold my belly, desperately apologizing to my baby in my heart, groaning sadly. Every two days I would leave the retreat to visit my husband and son at the sanatorium. Watching them take the elixirs I brought, thinking about how hard it was to obtain these elixirs, I felt both joy and sorrow, but I was glad that it was all worth it. Xiaotong's legs are slowly improving. Her lower body, which was completely paralyzed, has regained sensation, and she can use crutches for rehabilitation. It's estimated that she'll be back to normal in about six months. My husband has also regained consciousness. Although he's only awake for a few hours each day and still doesn't have the strength to speak, he can nod and shake his head to express himself. Once, he even managed to hold my hand and gently shake it. I was so overjoyed that I burst into tears. The doctors and nurses all said it was a miracle, that it must be due to the boundless power and radiant light of Master Maitreya that such a miracle could occur. Meiyue is still sulking with me. It seems she doesn't want to see me; she doesn't even come to the sanatorium, only frequently talking to her brother on her cell phone. That's fine, because I don't want my daughter to see her mother like this, selling her body like a prostitute… The Master, from beginning to end, never…

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