Duan Duan's University Days 4

It was Friday again. No classes in the afternoon. Wei invited me to his house again.
As soon as I entered, he eagerly pulled me into his arms, one hand reaching to undress me as he led me towards the bedroom. I numbly leaned against him, letting him strip my clothes off. Once in the bedroom, I was completely naked from the waist up. He pushed me onto the bed, pulling down my skirt and underwear. He pounced on me like a wolf, forcefully thrusting his hard penis into my vagina. A dry, painful sensation quickly spread. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and frowned, enduring the pain and nausea without uttering a sound. He thrust into me with "heave-ho, heave-ho." His hot, hard penis pounded violently into the depths of my vagina, each thrust deeper than the last. As he penetrated deeper, the astringent pain gradually disappeared, replaced by an indescribable, pleasurable friction. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, biting my lip, continuing to endure his relentless thrusts. With each vigorous thrust, his penis grew thicker and longer, filling my vagina completely. Finally, his penis reached the deepest part of my vagina, his pubic bone pressing tightly against my vulva, causing a sharp pain in my pelvis. Deep inside my vagina, his penis throbbed violently a few times. A gush of liquid spurted out, hitting my uterus. He let out a long breath. His penis quickly went limp and withdrew. Exhausted, he slumped beside me, panting heavily. A dull pain shot through my vagina, and my lower abdomen ached. I quickly rubbed my lower abdomen with my hand, then got up and went to the bathroom. I squatted down and rinsed my genitals with hot water. As the hot water washed over me, streams of white semen were washed out.
I didn't know when he had reached the bathroom door, leaning against the doorframe. "Duan, I don't want to work at the school anymore. I want to start a company. I want you to live a better life, like a princess." "Start a company?" I continued rinsing my genitals, turning my head to look at him.
"Yes. There's an opportunity now. Two of my classmates from when I was studying in Japan are here. They want to invest in China and invited me to participate. They'll give me 15% of the technology shares. I'll be in charge of management in China. I've calculated it; the salary is 200,000 yen per month, which is over 20,000 yuan. Adding the dividends from the technology shares, it should be at least 400,000 to 500,000 yuan a year." "Really!" I'm already his. Although I dislike him, I still hope he can succeed. And such a high income is indeed too tempting. My efforts have finally paid off.
"I'll treat them to dinner tonight. There's also one of their South Korean partners. Let's go together. You can get to know them. They might be able to help me in the future. After you graduate, you won't have to worry about finding a job."
"That's great." For the first time since we started dating, I was genuinely happy. It's hard for female college students to find jobs, and I'm really afraid of the embarrassment of not being able to find one. In a high-end business district lined with upscale restaurants and foreign companies, we arrived at a five-star apartment. We knocked on the door of his Japanese classmate. As soon as we entered, they embraced warmly. A long string of Japanese came out, but I couldn't understand a word. I guessed it was just small talk. I looked at his two Japanese classmates and couldn't help but laugh—one was a big fat guy, the other a skinny one. The fat guy's head looked like a pig's; the skinny guy's head looked like a mouse's. Wei pulled me aside and introduced
me to his classmates in Japanese. His classmates gave me a thumbs-up and then went on and on to Wei. Wei smiled and said, "They're saying you're really pretty." "Pretty, pretty. Flower girl," the fat Japanese guy said to me in broken Chinese, while extending his right hand to me. I quickly offered my hand. But to my surprise, after he grabbed my hand, he suddenly pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard on the cheek. I blushed and struggled to get away. The fat Japanese guy burst into laughter. I glanced at Wei. Wei wasn't angry and laughed with the fat Japanese guy too.
I remembered foreign etiquette I'd seen on TV and figured it must be their way of showing affection.
The skinny Japanese guy also came over, shook my hand, and kissed me on the cheek. The Japanese led us into their room.
Wow, what a huge living room! It's over 80 square meters, and it's magnificent. Seeing my astonished look, the fat Japanese man showed us their other rooms. There were two large bedrooms, each with a large double bed. Each bedroom had a large bathroom. There was also a study and a large kitchen. The storage room was even bigger than Wei's room. "Do you like it?" Wei whispered in my ear. I nodded. "I'll definitely buy you one someday," he said earnestly. I looked at him and for the first time thought he was quite cute.
We went back to the living room and sat down on the large sofa. The fat Japanese man started talking non-stop again. Wei told me we'd eat there. The South Koreans went to order the food. The restaurant would bring it over soon. They were talking in Japanese, which I couldn't understand. Seeing them all looking at me, I guessed they were talking about me. Every time this happened, I would politely smile at them. As the door opened, the South Koreans came in with the restaurant staff. They set out the food. At the fat Japanese man's invitation, we went to the dining table. It turned out to be a Japanese-style low table. The Japanese and South Koreans were kneeling around the table, and Wei knelt too. I followed suit. But my sundress couldn't cover my legs, and my cleavage was faintly visible.
"This is Japanese sake, it's not strong, a little won't hurt," Wei told me, picking up his small glass. Then he spoke a string of Japanese to everyone. The South Korean then said in broken Chinese, "Cheers."
Wei pulled me into his arms and spoke another string of Japanese to everyone. The three men nodded repeatedly. Then, Wei told me, "I told them you're the prettiest girl in our school. The boys all like to dance with you."
"Ha, pretty, dance," the fat Japanese man stood up and extended his hand to me. "He invited you to dance," Wei told me.
"Me—?" I hesitated. "Pretty, dance; dance, pretty," the fat Japanese man urged again. "Go ahead. They like to eat and dance, sometimes they even sing. It's okay," Wei reassured me. Accompanied by music, the fat Japanese man pulled me into his arms. The others sang Japanese songs, "Ah-yi-woo-ai-ou." Compared to him, I looked so thin and weak. He held me tightly. The ground lifted my breasts, making my cleavage even more alluring. Because he was holding me so tightly, I was sweating a little after finishing the dance. Before I could kneel down, the fat Japanese man picked up a glass of wine: "Beautiful, cheers." I quickly waved my hand and said, "I can't drink anymore." "Beautiful, cheers!" To my surprise, the fat Japanese man said this while suddenly pulling me into his arms and forcing the wine into my mouth. I quickly shut my mouth and shook my head to avoid it. The wine didn't get into my mouth but spilled on my neck and chest. I struggled to break free from his embrace. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I quickly knelt down next to Wei.
The fat Japanese man laughed triumphantly. Everyone else laughed along. Wei laughed as he helped me wipe the wine off. The front of my sundress was wet with wine, clearly outlining my breasts, making them appear translucent, and my bra was particularly clear. “Don’t mind him, that’s just how he is, he doesn’t care about formalities,” Wei explained to me. At this moment, the skinny Japanese man, who didn’t talk much, also stood up and invited me to dance. Wei patted my shoulder, “Go ahead.” The skinny Japanese man was very polite. After the dance, he also toasted me with a drink. He only let me take a small sip. In this way, I basically didn’t eat much, as I kept dancing with them in turns. Until we were almost finished eating. They looked at me and chattered about something. Wei told me that they were discussing who would dance with me for the last dance. In the end, I don’t know what Shui thought,
they decided to play rock-paper-scissors. Unfortunately, the last dance was with the fat Japanese man again. I was quite afraid of the fat Japanese man, and I also disliked him. Although when the other people danced with me, they would take the opportunity to take advantage of me, pinching my back until it was bruised. But he was too rude, had no manners, and always made some lewd gestures. In one dance, he deliberately thrust his crotch towards me, making everyone laugh. And his hands were extremely restless; he not only groped my back but also reached down and pinched my butt. Thankfully, this was the last song.
He hugged me tightly again, his large belly pressing down on me so I could hardly breathe. He even tried to lift my short skirt. What I didn't expect was that as the music ended and I was about to push him away, his hand suddenly grabbed my breast. Caught off guard, he grabbed my left breast firmly. My pent-up anger exploded, and without thinking, I slapped him across the face. He yelled, picked me up, and threw me down on the carpet, then pounced on me. Another yell. The skinny Japanese man and the South Korean man also pounced on me, pinning me to the ground and quickly ripping off my sundress. I struggled desperately, but the three big men, like wolves, held me firmly to the ground, unhooked my bra, and pulled down my underwear.
I twisted and screamed, biting and screaming. The three of them held me down and discussed something in a loud voice. They shoved a gag into my mouth and fastened the strap of the gag behind my head. They pressed me face down on the ground, twisted my arms behind my back, and bound me tightly with rope. As soon as they loosened their grip, I rolled over, lying on my back, kicking my legs frantically. The three of them pounced on me again, lifting my legs and pressing them against their chests. They bound my ankles and thighs tightly with rope.
When they released me again, my mouth was gagged, and my arms were bound behind my back. My lower legs bent backward from the knees, tightly bound to my thighs, making me look like a person without arms or legs. I lay naked and helpless on the carpet, unable to move. Only then did I realize that Wei was gone. A terrible thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "Wei betrayed me!" The three lecherous men, seeing my painful nakedness, shouted excitedly, their crotches bulging. My heart tightened. They must be plotting how to torment me. I helplessly closed my eyes, letting large tears fall. This was my last and most desperate measure in this series of misfortunes.
A hand pressed against my breast, followed by a violent twisting of my nipple. I screamed in pain, but because of the gag, only low whimpers escaped my lips. My suffering elicited laughter from the three lecherous men. Several hands simultaneously reached for my naked body. Some slapped my lower abdomen hard, some squeezed my breasts, and some even inserted their fingers into my genitals. In particular, one of them, I don't know which one, inserted his hand deep into my vagina, hooked it around my pelvis, and pulled it upwards with force, causing me to gasp in pain. Then another one bit my thigh hard. I trembled all over from the torment.
Suddenly, I felt a familiar presence. It was Wei! He hadn't abandoned me! I opened my eyes. Sure enough, besides the three wolves kneeling around me, there was Wei. I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would save me; I was his fiancée whom he had pursued for so long. But I was wrong. He looked away from me guiltily and awkwardly. My heart sank. I remembered Ting's warning: "Men are all the same! Never trust a man!" I understood everything. Wei had betrayed me. I was now a lamb to the slaughter.
I glared at them fiercely, but they ignored me. The fat Japanese man slapped my thigh hard on the bite mark, yelled "Ah!" and pounced on my chest, biting down hard on my breast. I trembled with pain, involuntarily arching my back and closing my eyes again, tears streaming down my face. The screams of unbearable pain, gagged, turned into hoarse moans.
Suddenly, another sharp pain shot through my thigh. It turned out that while the fat Japanese man was desperately biting my breast, the South Korean man was also biting my thigh hard. The skinny Japanese man also took the opportunity to bite my stomach hard. The fat Japanese man lifted his head from my breast, his mouth full of blood. "Mishimishi fragrant meat," he said smugly, shaking his head. The skinny Japanese man also looked up. The fat Japanese man pointed at him, laughing and shaking his head. The South Korean man not only bit hard but also tore at my leg with all his might. He wouldn't let go for a long time, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from my leg. When he finished tearing and looked up, his mouth was covered in blood.
The fat Japanese man lifted my head and pointed at the skinny Japanese man, babbling incoherently. The South Korean man, who could speak a little Chinese, chuckled and pointed at the skinny Japanese man, saying, "His is no good, the fragrant 'mishimishi' is no good." He then pointed at the blood on the fat Japanese man's and his own mouth. The skinny Japanese man, his eyes red, lunged at my other breast again. He bit down hard. I cried out in pain again. I tried desperately to push my chest up, hoping to ease the pain. He bit down hard and chewed vigorously. I was almost fainting from the pain. He raised his head, his mouth not only full of blood, but also staining his t-shirt. The three wolves looked at each other and laughed maniacally. They raised their glasses, toasted, and drank it down. Bloodstains still clung to their lips. The fat Japanese man babbled at Wei again. Wei awkwardly shook his head and waved his hands. The South Korean man lifted my head, pointed at Wei, and asked, "His, is it often fragrant?" As he spoke, he pinched my breast hard again. The wolves burst into laughter again. And I, in pain, tears streamed down my face, and my whole body trembled.
Wei gently stroked the scars on my breasts, saying guiltily, "I didn't have time to tell you... According to Japanese custom, to show sincerity in cooperation, whoever treats the guests must offer their woman to their partner. Today it's my treat, so I have to trouble you. I'm sorry you have to suffer. For my sake, please help me. I promise I'll repay you and treat you well in the future. For my career, and for our future life, please bear with it. Ah!"
He betrayed me. I turned my head away angrily. Tears streamed uncontrollably from my tightly closed eyes.
"Haha!" A burst of wild laughter made me open my eyes. The fat Japanese man stood naked in front of me, his penis erect. The other two men were also naked, their penises erect, leering at me.
They untied the ropes binding my legs. I didn't want to resist anymore. The key was, I couldn't resist anymore. My legs were numb and sore from being tied up, completely unresponsive. As the ropes were removed, blood flowed back into my legs, and I slowly regained some feeling. But the fat Japanese man, impatient, lifted my legs and thrust his penis forcefully into my genitals. Amidst the stinging pain, his penis filled me completely. He excitedly shook his head, loudly chanting Japanese songs with each powerful thrust. The thin Japanese man knelt to my left, singing Japanese songs. Simultaneously, he held chopsticks in his right hand and extended his left palm, alternating them rhythmically, tapping the chopsticks against my injured left breast and slapping his palm against my flat stomach. The South Korean man knelt opposite him, also holding chopsticks in his right hand and extending his left palm, alternating them rhythmically. The chopsticks tapped against my flat stomach, and the palm slapped against my injured right breast. As the fat Japanese man thrust wildly, red welts appeared on my breasts and lower abdomen from the chopsticks, and overlapping handprints from the blows.
The fat Japanese man's violent thrusting... I couldn't describe the feeling anymore. I only felt something hard ramming inside my vagina, stretching my perineum open. Pain surged incessantly from my breasts and stomach. I could only whimper in agony, "Ah, ah—." Wei was also naked. He knelt above my head. The torture he was intensifying his desire. His penis was erect. He pressed his hard penis against my forehead. Hot, sticky liquid dripped from his penis onto my forehead.
The fat Japanese man's penis throbbed wildly deep inside my vagina, powerfully ejaculating semen onto my cervix. His penis quickly softened, sliding out with drops of semen. Before the swelling in my perineum subsided, the thin Japanese man thrust his penis in again. I don't know if it was because my vagina had already been attacked once, or if the thin Japanese man's penis was just thinner. I felt the thin Japanese man's penis was thinner than the fat Japanese man's, and it didn't feel as swollen. But it was longer than the fat Japanese man's. He thrust deeper and deeper into my vagina, again and again. Finally, it felt like it was hitting
my cervix, each thrust causing a sharp pain. The thin Japanese man finished ejaculating. My vagina was already full of semen, dripping continuously from the vaginal opening. But the South Korean man ignored all of this and immediately thrust his penis into my vagina. After two consecutive violent rapes, my vagina had begun to go numb. His thrusting made a "squeak, squeak" sound. The semen in my vagina kept overflowing under his forceful pressure.
Finally, it was Wei's turn. The torment he had inflicted on me had long since made him unable to restrain himself. Ignoring the semen filling my vagina, he thrust his penis inside me. This was the second time he had penetrated me that day. Perhaps he felt a pang of guilt; his thrusting was slow, but powerful. The other three men remained naked, kneeling beside the table, drinking and smoking, enjoying Wei's release on me.
After what seemed like an eternity, Wei let out a long sigh and withdrew his limp penis from my body. "Let's wash up," Wei said, trying to help me stand, but my lower body felt like it no longer belonged to me; I couldn't stand. Helpless, Wei picked me up. In the bathroom, he placed me in a large tub and filled it with hot water. He untied me and removed the gag. I could finally cry. I burst into tears. Wei quickly dried me, constantly comforting and soothing me.
"Wei, Wei," someone called from outside. Wei hurriedly put down a bottle of liquor and several cans of Red Bull. He said, "They want me to play cards. Quickly wash your wounds and down there with the liquor. Drink more Red Bull to strengthen your body. According to the rules, whoever wins will come to you later. Tonight, no matter who wins, all the money is yours. Hurry up and wash, rest a bit. Okay?" After saying that, he left me, who was crying, and quickly went out.
In the hot water, my arms gradually regained feeling. Other parts of my body also seemed to slowly return to their own. My whole body was covered with bruises, purple marks, and red marks. Deep teeth marks were embedded in the flesh on my breasts, with dried blood clots clinging to the white skin. There were also deep teeth marks embedded in the flesh on my thighs. The rope had cut deep grooves on my arms, the edges still red and slightly swollen, the bottom of the groove already dark purple. My perineum was red and swollen.
I drank a can of Red Bull first. I had a little strength. Then I gently washed my wounds with the liquor. The alcohol stung the wounds faintly. But compared to that violent torment, it felt much better. I washed my swollen perineum with sake, flushing out the filthy semen from my vagina. Then, I drank a can of Red Bull. My dry throat felt a little better. I turned on the shower, letting the hot water pour over my head, lay down in the hot water, closed my eyes, and enjoyed this moment of tranquility, entering a state of light sleep.

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