The Return from Hell in a Foreign Land by the Silk Stocking Goddess Shi Xuan

I.
This winter was particularly hard for me. January in the south has no snow; the cold, lifeless city, apart from the throngs of people rushing about, lacked any sign of life. The overpass swept by the north wind, the constantly flashing traffic lights, the endless stream of vehicles and pedestrians, and the tall buildings lining both sides of the road—I had only been away from this familiar environment for a little over two weeks, yet upon returning, I felt no sense of familiarity. Perhaps all my thoughts remained in Bergen, in that nightmare, and did not return with my body. I suddenly felt like an ant, and everything in the city around me seemed dense and oppressive.
During the more than ten hours of the return journey, I leaned against the airplane window, unable to distinguish whether I was constantly dreaming or in a semi-conscious state. I vaguely remembered Shixuan's roommate's lewd smile; that disgusting laughter occasionally echoed in my ears. But I probably would never see that bastard again; he lay forever in that pool of blood. Every time I think of this, I become alert and shrink back, my eyes involuntarily scanning my surroundings, a sense of panic rising at anyone who approaches me. Although the matter has been covered up, it's only because the police can't confirm my suspicion and can't control me temporarily. Returning to China is indeed the only way out; no matter what the Norwegian police do, they don't have the power to arrest Chinese citizens on Chinese soil. I try not to think about it, but Shi Xuan's heart-wrenching groans keep echoing in my mind. Images of Shi Xuan, ragged and being wantonly violated by her roommate and those two foreigners, flash through my mind like a slideshow. The scene of our parting at the airport a few hours ago, like a curse seeping into my blood, flows through every vein. Shi Xuan's beautiful eyes are filled with desperate tears, two clear streams running down her delicate face and wetting her white collar. The Black man stood beside Shi Xuan, one arm around her waist, pressing her shapely buttocks tightly against his already erect penis. His right hand slowly slid down her fair neck and into her collar. His chin rested on her head, brushing against her smooth, light brown hair. His wicked grin, revealing a large set of teeth, sent chills down my spine. Shi Xuan's white down jacket heaved, and the Black man's large hands were inside, kneading her breasts. His palms squeezed her soft, full flesh, his rough fingers perhaps teasing her pink nipples. The body being played with, hidden beneath the white down jacket, white pantyhose, and white high-heeled boots, was even more alluring than when she was naked. Shi Xuan didn't even dare say "goodbye," her eyes red and tears streaming down her face. I didn't dare cry then, but now, leaning against the window, I dared to let the tears fall.
If I hadn't acted impulsively, those bastards might be in jail right now. And now, to protect me, Shixuan might be on a bed somewhere, stripped naked and enduring the beating of a black man's penis. I suddenly wanted to send Shixuan a WeChat message, but I realized I couldn't do that on the plane. For nearly 12 hours, I couldn't possibly convey any message to Shixuan. I started to regret it; if I had shamelessly persuaded Shixuan to stay away back when we graduated, none of this would have happened. This thought had been brewing since that night when I watched Shixuan being humiliated on the bed by her roommate, but what good did it do?
II.
I arrived home around 11 a.m. I couldn't rest properly on the plane; falling asleep in my seat left my limbs weak, and my neck ached terribly. Nightmares kept recurring, blurring the lines between day and night.
I locked the door, leaned my suitcase against the sofa, and slumped heavily onto the soft leather sofa. Before leaving, I closed all the doors and windows, and drew the curtains. Sunlight couldn't penetrate the crimson curtains, leaving only a dim, dark red glow on the floor. I remembered the color of the curtains; it was the one Shixuan and I picked out when our family renovated during my senior year of college. We tacitly chose this color, both sensual and elegant. I slumped onto the sofa, feeling the room was eerily quiet; I could hear my own heartbeat. All the furniture in the living room stood silently in the dim space, a heavy atmosphere of melancholy permeating the air, as if every table and chair was silently waiting for their mistress's return.
I couldn't bear the atmosphere any longer, so I got up and pulled back the curtains. With a "rip," the hazy sunlight pierced through the dust and streamed through the window, a bit too bright and uncomfortable. I immediately pulled the curtains back up, not lying back down on the sofa, but instead dragging my suitcase into the bedroom and starting to pack.
Opening the wardrobe, I mechanically folded and stuffed the clothes inside. It was empty, except for some clothes I hadn't brought and formal wear—and a few of Shixuan's dresses. Seeing them now truly makes me understand what it means to be pierced by a thousand arrows; my chest feels like it's being crushed, making it hard to breathe. I told Shixuan not to take these summer clothes with her, reasoning that Norway isn't as hot as here, these clothes would remind me of her, and clothes are cheaper there; we could buy more if needed. Shixuan blushed and muttered "you little pervert," then tiptoed and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Among them are the creamy white sleeveless top, the pink semi-transparent gauze top, and the short pleated skirt Shixuan wore on our graduation trip. Seeing these, I can almost see Shixuan's soft, silky breasts, the clean, warm armpits peeking out from under her sleeves, and her shapely legs encased in black stockings beneath her miniskirt. I could almost feel Shi Xuan's S-shaped body pressed against my chest, her round, firm buttocks, half-draped in a pleated skirt, rubbing against my groin with thin, sheer black stockings. Her long, silk-clad legs were intertwined with mine, nestled together on the bed. That lace chiffon dress, adorned with pink flowers, was one of Shi Xuan's go-to outfits from her undergraduate days. I opened the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, where Shi Xuan had neatly rolled up various colored stockings. She had carefully coordinated each pair to suit my taste. Those days, filled with desire and hormones, were as unforgettable as my university days. I reached for the roll of flesh-colored, ultra-thin stockings, carefully unfolding them in my palm. The silky fabric glided across my fingertips, feeling like I was holding Shi Xuan's soft arm, still carrying the faint scent of her fleshy legs. I greedily covered my face with the stockings, the pale flesh color, the hazy fragrance, and the dreamlike touch—it was just like the feeling of lying on Shixuan's lap years ago, her hair and cherry blossoms brushing against my cheeks, warm and sweet.
Every year at the turn of spring and summer, when willow catkins and dandelions fluttered in the air, brushing against passersby's faces, the cherry blossoms at our school would always bloom in rows. Below Shixuan's dormitory, on both sides of the clean marble road, two rows of blooming cherry trees would sway in the spring breeze, releasing pale pink snowflakes. This marble road was, to me, a road to heaven. On sunny days, walking on the stone bricks covered with cherry blossom petals, feeling the wind blowing the fragrant petals and the falling petals like flowing snow, quietly waiting for the beauty to appear—there was no more poetic atmosphere than this.
A few minutes later, Shixuan appeared under the cherry blossom tree at the entrance of the building, wearing her pink floral dress. Shixuan always seemed a little shy when she saw me, her lovely face smiling sweetly. The pink lace chiffon dress perfectly accentuated Shi Xuan's slender curves, cinching her 36E breasts just right, giving them a bouncy, full, and almost sensual look. The area near the shoulders was slightly sheer, adorned with small white polka dots; a closer look revealed the white bra straps. The dress sleeves were very short, only about 5 centimeters from the armpits, like a mini-skirt draped over Shi Xuan's fair arms. The narrow waist and lace-trimmed hemline highlighted Shi Xuan's flawless skin and shapely figure, exuding the essence of spring. Shi Xuan didn't like wearing hats; her long, glossy black hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing stockings either; her long legs, clad in pearl-colored wedge sandals, seemed to be made of pure milk. The leather straps of the sandals adorned her sexy ankles, and her meticulously manicured toenails shimmered like pink crystals in the spring sunlight. I had never thought bare legs could be so alluring.
If only time could go back to that point, back to the days when Shixuan and I hadn't graduated yet, how wonderful that would be.
I waved to Shixuan. Shixuan, facing the gentle breeze, walked towards me with a smile as beautiful as cherry blossoms. Falling petals drifted past my eyes, and through my blurred vision, Shixuan, dressed in an elegant pink outfit, her long, white legs and cute high-heeled sandals, looked like a flower fairy gracefully descending from the blossoms. My tongue felt dry, and my palms began to sweat from the warm spring sun. I longed to rush forward, grab Shixuan's soft little hand, and, ignoring the stares of passersby, suckle at her snow-white flesh. However, for some reason, I had no strength to move my legs, and my eyelids drooped. I looked around; there were no pedestrians. Shixuan continued to walk slowly towards me with her smile, but she seemed not to move at all. I wanted to shout at her, but no sound came out.
In my hazy state, I saw a blurry black shadow appear behind Shixuan, from which several black thugs emerged. Shi Xuan was completely unaware of anything, simply walking with a blissful smile. Several dark hands began to encircle her body, their arms like vines, tightly embracing her and pressing her against the shadowy figure behind her. One hand gripped Shi Xuan's neck, while another tore apart the sheer fabric of her left shoulder, revealing half of her white bra, then reached inside her plump breasts, playing with her delicate nipples.
"Darling! Shi Xuan!" My voice seemed hoarse, or perhaps my ears had somehow gone deaf; I strained but no sound came out. In an instant, Shi Xuan's smile froze, her beautiful face becoming expressionless, her eyes revealing a complex and desolate look. She made no sound, nor did she struggle; only her legs continued to move with difficulty. The shadowy figure's large hands had firmly bound Shi Xuan, their dark fingers digging deeply into her abdomen and breasts. Shi Xuan's wedge sandals scraped painfully against the ground, her long, jade-like legs twitching spasmodically, yet she couldn't take a single step closer to me. Several ghostly black hands emerged from the shadows, grasping Shi Xuan's forearms and binding her into a "介" shape. A hand reached inside her unbroken right shoulder sleeve; these things were as flexible as soft tentacles. Through Shi Xuan's dress, I could see that dark object extending from her beautiful armpit to her lower abdomen, pressed against her slender waist, and tightly gripped her navel. Shi Xuan didn't make a sound, or perhaps I couldn't hear her. Her expression was desolate yet serene; beneath her long, curved eyelashes, tears began to well up in her large eyes. Shi Xuan blinked intermittently, her gaze fixed on me, her bright eyes filled with fear and an eerie tenderness. She could no longer take a single step towards me. A dark figure slipped a hand under Shi Xuan's dress and viciously tugged at her white panties. Shi Xuan struggled to keep her thighs pressed together, her small feet pushing against her sandals. I felt a burning, throbbing pain in my genitals, almost causing me to lose control; my penis felt like it was about to burst through my pants, and my chest was unbearably itchy. Shi Xuan was also nearing her limit; beneath the short pink skirt, one side of her white panties was already slightly exposed, her last line of defense about to be cruelly ripped off by the dark figure. Shi Xuan desperately squeezed her thighs together, her thighs trembling from the excessive force, engaged in a difficult tug-of-war with the dark figure.
The dark hand couldn't immediately pull off the goddess's panties. At this moment, another dark hand reached out from behind and grabbed Shi Xuan's calf, while another clamped down on the softest, whitest flesh of her other thigh. Grapped like this, Shi Xuan probably had no way to resist. The hand gripping her thigh effortlessly spread Shi Xuan's long, white leg, lifting it to waist height. Shi Xuan could only touch the ground with one foot, the other dangling in mid-air, her calf dangling towards the ground, facing me in this extremely shameful position. Although the shadowy figure couldn't pull down her panties, because her legs were spread so wide, the hem of her dress had been lifted to her waist, completely exposing her pure white panties, a symbol of chastity. The white fabric clung to Shi Xuan's plump, pink flesh, the erotic scent overpowering the fragrance of cherry blossoms. Shi Xuan's face wasn't contorted, nor did it show much expression; she was like a beautiful doll. Only her tears flowed more and more, her eyes filled with apology and despair. A few tears fell to the ground between her legs, seemingly the unwitting honeyed fluid from the goddess's lower body.
The surroundings were eerily quiet; the wind rustled the cherry blossoms without a sound, only a faint fragrance lingered. The scene that would break my heart began. Another terrifying black hand reached out from the shadowy figure, sliding along the inner thigh of Shi Xuan, which was being lifted, and into her panties. Through the already damp white fabric, I could see that the dark thing covered Shi Xuan's secret garden, completely obscuring her pink flesh. The black thing was writhing and twitching incessantly
, as if sucking delicious nectar. "Ughh
... These words echoed in my mind, though it was Shi Xuan's voice, they came from right beside my ear. I started screaming frantically, chasing after her like my life depended on it, but my body wouldn't budge. I could only watch helplessly as my beloved Shi Xuan was dragged away by that thing, suffering eternal torment in the endless darkness.
Suddenly, a cherry blossom drifted across my face, tickling my nose. I raised my hand and rubbed my nose, instantly regaining consciousness.
III.
When I woke up, the bedroom was much darker. I found myself lying across the large bed, Shi Xuan's ultra-thin stockings still on my face. The soft silk brushed against my nose, tickling comfortably, accompanied by a faint scent of the stockings. The wardrobe door was still open, and the pink dress was clearly visible. Without realizing it, I had already tidied up my clothes. Perhaps because I was too tired and jet-lagged, I had fallen asleep smelling the stockings.
"Darling...save me..." Shixuan's tearful voice echoed in my still-sleepy ears, my head buzzing like tinnitus, filled with her pitiful echoes. I got out of bed and found my lower body sticky, my neck and back soaked with sweat, my collar completely wet. I
quickly tidied myself up, took a shower, and checked my phone; it was already past 8 pm. No one had contacted me; my colleagues and friends at work didn't know I was back early. Instinctively, I opened WeChat, and Shixuan's profile picture appeared on the screen. With trembling fingers, I opened the conversation—the message was from the day before I left for Norway: "Honey, I'm so happy! I'll pick you up at the airport at dawn!" My flight was in the morning that day, which was around 2 or 3 am in Bergen. Shixuan was so excited she wouldn't sleep, and after the video call ended, she clung to me for a long time, acting all cute and affectionate. My heart was pounding, and my cold fingers could barely move the touchscreen. Shixuan's WeChat Moments remained unchanged. Her most recent post was a selfie with me at Bergen Airport, captioned "My darling." Shixuan's smile in the photo was radiant; just looking at her face calmed me slightly. "Shixuan is my fiancée and my goddess, and that will never change," I silently resolved. I checked Shixuan's other social media accounts, but there was still nothing. Actually, this was good news, better than seeing videos or photos online of my goddess helplessly enduring humiliation by some foreigners. Even so, I still found it hard to calm down completely.
The time on my phone screen was 8:47 PM on January 17th. If none of this had happened, Shixuan would have started video chatting with me in a few minutes. During our separation, 6:30 AM and 9 PM every morning, and 11:30 PM and 2 PM for Shixuan—these fixed times were more important to me than eating or breathing. I stared blankly for a while, checked the time, and felt restless. Five minutes had passed; it was 8:52 PM. I knew it was futile. Shixuan was completely powerless; that black man was probably using some means to humiliate her. But I clung to that sliver of hope—to see her, to hear her speak, to make sure she wasn't in any other danger. Or rather, I was just reflexively trying not to miss this crucial moment.
I sat on the bed, my phone facing upwards on the surface opposite me, staring blankly at it.
8:59 PM. Shixuan and I had scheduled our video call together to ensure neither of us was busy at that time. Shixuan is a very considerate and punctual girl; she rarely misses a five-minute video call, and is almost always on time. She never rushes or tries to fob me off; it's me who sometimes rushes to work or handles chores. On screen, she always maintains a goddess-like elegance and the sweetness of our first meeting.
9:01 PM. I swiped my phone to Shixuan's WeChat screen, anxiously and quietly waiting… The screen remained unchanged.
Fine.
"Do you really want to see your goddess fiancée crying on camera while some black bastard behind her is frantically fucking her?" I thought to myself, scaring myself. The thought of that scene even gave me a slight arousal.
9:04 PM. Maybe Shixuan will be a few minutes late. That thought still lingered in my mind. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath; the hand I was using to support myself was a little numb. The scene from my dream and the image of our parting at the airport flashed through my mind. Sometimes I still remember Shixuan crying and screaming between those two foreigners, her two holes being penetrated; I remember her being fucked from behind by her roommate; I remember her covered in semen, hugging me, crying and laughing, wanting to have sex with me again. I can't say whether I consciously or unconsciously think about these things; they are vividly alive in my mind. Besides, I really, really miss her.
9:43 PM. I think the answer is clear: Shixuan has lost any chance of contacting me. Since she went abroad, my sense of time has become extremely strong. I calculate her schedule, mine, the time difference, the possible travel time, and even everything that can be estimated. Time and space have become incredibly sensitive to me; on opposite sides of the earth, longing is the most important bond.
I believe Shixuan is doing better than me in this respect.
I opened the bedroom curtains and the French windows; outside was the balcony connecting the living room and bedroom. Night had fallen, the daytime fog had dissipated, and the city was dotted with lights under the night sky. The traffic on the elevated highways and roads merged into shimmering streams unique to big cities. The advantage of living on a high floor is that you can escape the hustle and bustle of the ground and quietly embrace the world as it gradually falls asleep. Leaning against the balcony, the cold wind chilled my limbs. I felt I should calm down and think about my situation, even though my heart was still pounding and my breathless from excessive tension left me weak.
Shi Xuan's sleazy roommate was no longer there; he was the source of Shi Xuan's nightmares. Similarly, it was unlikely I would go back. My silence at the police station and the black man's false testimony prevented the police from obtaining clear evidence to detain me. Perhaps they had gathered some clues during my time back in China, after all, I acted without thinking. But now I was in China, and cross-border action was almost impossible. I'm a college graduate, after all; I know about extradition treaties. For two countries with little interaction to cooperate criminally and hand over a citizen of another country is simply a joke. Moreover, I seriously doubted their evidence was sufficient—if the black man recanted his testimony, he would also bear responsibility, not to mention…
A gust of wind blew by, and I shivered.
During my time at the police station, Shixuan must have made some kind of agreement with the black man. Thinking of this, I slammed my fist on the stone railing of the balcony. It was all my fault for being too impulsive; otherwise, I could have gone to the police station with Shixuan the next day. Even if I wasn't familiar with the local laws, those three bastards would definitely have been dealt with. I began to carefully recall Shixuan's behavior and her words and actions at the time.
"Baby, you go quickly, I'll be back in a week." I suddenly heard these words in my ear. "A week! Did she just say that offhand, or was it an agreement between her and the black man?" My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but shout it out. Was Shixuan trying to say that she would forgive and forget the past and sacrifice herself for another week to save me? It was unlikely that Shixuan was staying in her original place now; the black man would have to take care of her. So, there was nothing I could do but wait?
I seemed to have reached a conclusion.
No matter how reasonable it seemed, I couldn't find any reason to be calm. I remembered Shixuan saying, clinging to me, that if it weren't for me, she might not want to live after being abused by her roommate. I rushed back to the bedroom in a panic.
After getting off the plane, I forgot to do something very important.
"Wife, no matter what you become, you have to come back to me." The WeChat chat with Shixuan was still open on my phone screen.
Fourth,
my annual leave from work hadn't ended yet; if I wanted, I could stay on until the end of the Spring Festival.
Shixuan probably wouldn't have a chance to reply; this was destined to be a restless night. It was
2:14 AM. I'd slept too long in the afternoon, so I wasn't very sleepy yet, and my chest ached slightly. I didn't want to turn on the TV; I just wanted to sit quietly by the bed and watch the night view outside the window. The night was deep; the sunlight had long since faded, and dawn was still a long way off. The city sky was starless; the remaining stars were shattered on the ground, and the night sky looked slightly reddish, as if it had been crying. It should be around 7 PM in Norway now. I wondered how Shixuan was doing; I didn't dare think about it. That's how people are; the more you try to avoid thinking about something, the more likely you are to involuntarily recall it. For a few moments, I seemed to feel Shixuan right behind me, whispering softly in my ear.
I checked my phone; it was 5:43 AM, and there was no response. Time seemed to fly by; I don't know when I fell asleep. It was still dark, and I felt an empty, uncomfortable emptiness inside. Lying in bed, I felt a hot, humid heat churning in my chest, like thousands of ants crawling inside me—an indescribable, itchy, and restless sensation. I got up and left the bedroom, going into my study and turning on my computer.
To be honest, I had no interest in using the computer; I just wanted to sit in the study for a while, so I turned it on out of habit. I browsed aimlessly in the browser for a while, unable to figure out what I wanted to do, so I started staring blankly at the screen in the dark. Then I noticed dozens of unread emails in my inbox. During my few days abroad, my inbox had been overflowing with spam. One email had a subject that looked like gibberish English, something like "horeistr?mper," which I couldn't understand at all. I opened the email. The body was empty, but the attachment contained three pictures—likely malware links from some unknown source, masquerading as a class reunion, a first love, or parents/relatives. I intended to delete it, but accidentally clicked the preview. The images before me sent a surge of anger through me.
The girl in the picture covered her face with her hands, a blush of shy blush spreading across her beautiful cheeks, and glistening tears between her slender fingers. Without a doubt, those long, shapely legs, that curvaceous figure, and that delicate, pure white skin like that of a 17-year-old girl—who else could it be but my fiancée, Shixuan? The photo was taken at an angle from the floor, making Shixuan's legs appear even longer and more shapely, far surpassing those of lingerie models. Shixuan sat on a swivel bar stool about 1.3 meters high, her back to the marble bar counter—a common interior layout in private apartments abroad. Her long, slightly wavy, light brown hair fell smoothly down, partially obscuring her delicate face and hands. Shi Xuan was only wearing a white bra that I had never seen before, a size too small, and a pair of light-colored pantyhose that weren't particularly thin; she wasn't wearing anything on her lower body. A large portion of her snow-white breasts was squeezed out from under the bra, her tightly bound breasts looking precarious. In the photo, Shi Xuan subconsciously clenched her genitals, her thighs in light wheat-colored pantyhose pressed tightly together, squeezing her secret garden into a sexy "V" shape, yet a small, alluring patch of dark forest still peeked out from the waistband of the dark pantyhose. The black man was squatting below the high chair, most of his body outside the photo, one hand holding Shi Xuan's dangling, hazy feet, the other gently stroking her gracefully curved calves. Shi Xuan's feet were slightly stretched forward under the black man's tight grip, the pantyhose at her ankles rippling with two textured wrinkles, so delicate they looked like they were made of pale pink powder. Size 36 feet encased in flesh-colored stockings, translucent like finely polished white jade draped in a thin veil. Ten small toes, their nails painted pink, stood neatly together, timidly curled into cat paw shapes, appearing exceptionally delicate and petite beneath the deep flesh-colored stocking tips.
To my heart's dismay, the black man's gaping maw was pressed against Shi Xuan's small feet, revealing his wet, disgusting teeth as he gently tore at her toes. A small patch of the toe of Shi Xuan's sock was already soaked with the black man's repulsive saliva, making the dark toe look sticky. The thick silk fabric, pulled and stretched by the black man, was almost transparent, covered with foamy saliva. Shi Xuan's delicate toes retreated in fear, hiding beneath the untouched patch of her beautiful sock. The black man's face was filled with pleasure, the stretched-out toe of the sock in his mouth like delicious, stringy cheese exuding a tantalizing aroma.
My neck stiffened; the light from the computer screen in the darkness was particularly glaring, piercing my fragile heart. I felt a dryness and bitterness in my throat, and my breath had a faint taste of blood. My gaze returned to Shi Xuan's beautiful face; I could see the humiliation and shame etched on her cheeks, which she covered with her slender hands.
My hand, free from the mouse, clenched tightly into a fist, the veins on the back of my hand bulging. Last time, I was tied to the bed; later, I was in the police station; this time, I had to watch from afar as this inferior race toyed with my goddess in various ways. What to do? Smash the screen with a punch? I checked the email time; it was around 2 AM, which was about 7 PM for Shixuan. It seemed the black guy with the goddess had nothing else to do but toy with my fiancée from the moment night fell. I couldn't describe my feelings anymore. With a hardened heart, I opened the remaining two photos.
The second photo wasn't much different; Shixuan's pose remained the same. One of Shixuan's stockinged feet dangled limply to the side of the high chair, while the other stocking, badly ravaged, had a torn tip, revealing five adorable toes peeking out from the ripped edge. The torn toe was irregularly lace-like, soaking the sole of her foot, which clung to the base of her toes. The black man, like a hungry wolf, sucked on Shi Xuan's two jade-like toes. His rough tongue darted out from beneath the toes, burrowing between the stockings and the soles of her feet, enjoying the double pleasure of being enveloped by the goddess's warm, smooth feet and silky stockings. I knew Shi Xuan's feet were very sensitive; these scoundrels hadn't noticed them before, eager to enjoy her. But now, the dark red, sticky worm in the black man's mouth was wriggling against the soles of her feet, while Shi Xuan's own two little toes were warmly enveloped in his moist mouth. Even if Shi Xuan wasn't willing, her body must have been aroused to the point of arousal. I could almost sense the shame she felt, the feeling she couldn't resist. In
the third photo, the stockings on Shi Xuan's foot were completely torn, the tattered top pulled down to her ankle, turning into a pair of tight-fitting lace-trimmed panties. The milky white, soft feet and the pale flesh-colored stockings created a lewd contrast. Beneath the faint blue veins on the instep, the tip and five toes of Shi Xuan's jade-like foot were completely engulfed in the black man's mouth. The shameless smile on this bastard's face, as he sucked like a fish's mouth, made me want to vomit. The black man pinched Shi Xuan's smooth calf with one hand, while the other moved to the inner thigh, using the stockings to pry open her beautiful legs that were pressed together. Shi Xuan's slender hand reached down, seemingly making a weak attempt to push him away, while her other hand covered her mouth, crying, her large red eyes expressing her inner anguish. Her parted thighs spread open uncontrollably, revealing the tightly closed, pink flesh beneath the dark forest, and a deep welt appeared at the crotch of the flesh-colored stockings protecting her vulva.
Itchy, an excruciating itch.
Around 6:20, I sat blankly in front of the computer for over half an hour. The sky was beginning to lighten, so I closed the curtains, which were slightly open, and continued to sit alone in the darkness. Having grown accustomed to darkness, my eyes are a bit sensitive to light. I was even afraid that the light would mercilessly pierce through Shixuan's almost exposed, shameful state. I was so glad the other person was a foreigner, and that these photos appeared in my private email, not on Shixuan's WeChat Moments or Weibo. I could accept that Shixuan's beautiful feet were being played with. During my time at the police station, I had already made up my mind, and besides wanting Shixuan back, I no longer asked for anything else. This black man was clearly not like the black men in those European and American pornographic films or dramas. At least he knew how to manipulate women, and he had a strong possessive desire for Shixuan's beautiful feet. This was completely different from the kind of black man I had in mind who only knew how to violently fuck and pound white women until their eyes rolled back. Thinking about it carefully, the sleazy man asked him to participate in the group sex with Shixuan, and he was so calm when he saw the sleazy man die, as if he had no feelings at all; he was able to make a deal with Shixuan while I was being interrogated by the police. Perhaps this beast was not simple, perhaps he had some kind of plan with Shixuan's perverted roommate that we were all unaware of.
I'm slowly trying to figure out his intentions. In this deal, I've already run back, and Shixuan has to repay him with her body for a week to prevent him from going all out. This must be a private deal between them. If he continues to cause trouble after a week, then Shixuan, who has already endured all this torment, will probably choose to die together with him—a result that wouldn't benefit any of the three of us. I've pretty much guessed his intention in sending these photos.
Of course, all of this is just my guess. The only basis for this is the belief Shixuan gave me, her words like "until death do us part," and "I'll definitely be back in a week."
I'm trembling violently.
Now I have the black guy's email address, and my intuition tells me I shouldn't reply—we don't even speak the language. Should I text Shixuan? My heart is itching, like someone is tickling it with a feather. I can't resist, I pick up my phone, and only stop typing.
That one sentence from yesterday should be enough.
V.
January 19th, 6:27 AM, I prepare to get up, wash up—and then go to the company. I honestly don't know how I got through yesterday; extreme frustration and anxiety filled the entire apartment. I decided to go to work before Shixuan returns; at least work will keep me occupied. If I'm idle all day, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle the psychological pressure, and I'll start having all sorts of wild thoughts and eventually go crazy. Last night, I told some friends privately that I was back, and then I was busy sending messages all night long. I didn't dare post it publicly, afraid that Shixuan's parents would see it and come digging into my past.
My workplace is in a high-rise office building in the city center's financial district; we own five floors. The boss, Uncle Wang, is my dad's old classmate; they've known each other since my grandfather's generation and were business partners in their early years—they're practically family friends. Thanks to my family, I'm able to get such a good job opportunity and environment, something that most people can't achieve no matter how hard they try. I interned at Uncle Wang's company during my junior year summer internship; we address each other as superior and subordinate at work, but as uncle and nephew in our daily lives. Uncle Wang is a very nice man. He has a daughter who is two years younger than me. I've met her several times before; she's beautiful and has a great temperament, and we have a very good impression of each other. However, she went to the US for her undergraduate studies. At the company, Uncle Wang specifically hired people to teach me many things, which is much more practical than a degree from a so-called prestigious university. As a student with little work experience, I immediately surpassed a group of university graduates who had been working for three to five years, so naturally some people were resentful. Fortunately, these people weren't stupid; you can't argue with resources and connections, you can only comply.
Thinking about it, this might be the root cause of Shixuan's frustration. She's a girl from a middle-class family in the south, and she can only rely on her looks to get some extra opportunities, or at worst, become a rich wife. After all, graduates from prestigious universities are everywhere these days. However, she wouldn't do that, which is why she's my goddess. During my first semester of senior year, I took Shixuan out to dinner and introduced her to my parents. Uncle Wang was also there, but he didn't seem to like Shixuan very much, constantly talking about his daughter.
I arrived a bit early; there weren't many people in the office. There's been a lot of things piling up these past few days, so I buried myself in my work, trying my best not to think about these upsetting things. People from the company started arriving one after another. Some of my closer colleagues had known I was coming last night, so they weren't too surprised. I told everyone that my fiancée was coming back with me for the Spring Festival, but Shixuan went to her parents' city first after getting off the plane.
"You're back, Lao Xu?" Just as I was lost in thought, a gentle female voice sounded beside me.
I turned around, and the girl in front of me had short, refreshing flaxen hair that reached her shoulders. Her small, delicate face, easily encircled by a sunny smile, looked vibrant in the morning sunlight. She wore a white shirt over a black women's blazer, and a fitted skirt that hugged her slightly upturned hips. A short slit ran down the skirt, almost to her knees, allowing her hips to sway gently as she walked. Her thighs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were faintly visible through the slit. The stockings were very light-colored, making her calves and the insteps appear pink and delicate. She wore black pointed-toe high-heeled ankle boots. A very standard office lady's outfit.
"You…? What are you doing here?" I asked, slightly taken aback.
The girl in front of me was Zhao Xiaoman, a classmate of mine and Shixuan's. I remembered her from the icebreaker activity during our freshman year. She later transferred to another major, and we only interacted in classes shared between our majors and some club activities. However, she often missed required courses, but sometimes she would appear in less popular classes or activities. I don't know her very well, only that she's very outgoing, has a great network, and knows people from all sorts of different majors.
If we're talking about looks, Zhao Xiaoman is about 1.73 meters tall in high-heeled ankle boots, with a striking face and pointed chin. Her good figure and fair complexion are a big plus, and she'd easily be in the top 10 of our college of over 280 students—in our humanities and social sciences college, the male-to-female ratio is generally around 1:2.5. Of course, compared to Shixuan, she might be a little less attractive in some aspects, but she's still considered a beauty in school. Strangely, few people in my class know much about her, probably because she often moves between different majors and frequently does off-campus internships, staying outside of established groups.
Xiaoman told me—I remember calling her "Xiaoman" back in our student days, it just clicked—that she started working two or three months later than me. In this competitive city, jobs are hard to find, and she had to work hard to get an internship first and then work for three months before becoming a full-time employee. Her department and floor were different from mine, and she hadn't been there very long, so not many people on our floor were particularly close to her. Xiaoman repeatedly emphasized the word "particularly." However, while I was away, she was assigned some tasks, so she was here to hand them over to me.
"Don't call me so old, okay? We're from the same year." I honestly couldn't remember how she used to address me. Did she call me by my full name? I think she just used "you."
"You're almost getting married, aren't you old yet!" Xiaoman blinked her big, bright eyes, her long eyelashes very alluring.
"Hey, look at all the things you left behind, I've taken care of them all for you..." Before I could reply, Xiaoman spoke. Her voice was soft, and there was a quality in her words that was irresistible to men.
Then, Xiaoman carefully reviewed to me what needed to be done during my absence and what she had already accomplished. I found her to be a very capable young woman, with a clear mind and a considerate approach to tasks. No wonder the higher-ups kept her on.
After the work arrangements were finalized, I invited her to dinner that evening, my treat. We were alumni, so it was only right that we support each other professionally. During my absence, she had diligently taken over my work. Xiaoman is a girl from the north, and finding a job alone in a southern city is indeed very difficult. Besides, she'd already put it that way; not reciprocating would be rather tactless. I glanced at her; her departing figure was quite beautiful, her swaying hips and flawless legs beneath the thick uniform—all of which reminded me of Shixuan.
"Hey, buddy, what's up? Looking for some fun tonight while your wife's away?" A close, experienced colleague, noticing my absent-mindedness, leaned over and whispered.
"Going, going, going... I have plans tonight! Besides, do you think I'm that kind of person?"
"Hehe, I know, I know." Actually, everyone knows that in this city, every normal man, even migrant workers, has a secret affair; it's just that they use different excuses each time. It's human nature.
Work does distract me, but I'm still mostly absent-minded. My colleagues noticed, and a few close ones were even grinning like idiots—who knows what those perverts were thinking. I figured Zhao Xiaoman probably knew Shi Xuan; even a girl wouldn't forget Shi Xuan after seeing her at the icebreaker event. I just don't know how much she knows about me and Shi Xuan, since she and we don't really have much interaction. I only remember one guy in my dorm was obsessed with Zhao Xiaoman, seeing her everywhere, and for a while, he brainwashed several of us in the dorm into having fantasies about her. But judging from the outcome, he probably got friend-zoned. Speaking of which, it's strange that Zhao Xiaoman hasn't had a steady boyfriend in the past few years. Maybe I don't know enough; I wasn't even sure if I'd seen her since the last semester of my senior year. I should focus on work.
I didn't feel good about the day. After work, I drove Xiaoman to a pretty nice coffee shop. I hadn't noticed during the day, but I realized she was quite well-dressed during dinner. Xiaoman changed out of her suit jacket and put on a black, fitted down jacket, a woolen plaid scarf around her neck, bright red lipstick, light eyeliner, and straight short hair. She exuded both charm and an artistic air, quite captivating in the night. Especially striking was the glimpse of her fair leg exposed between her ankle boots and skirt, which undoubtedly stirred the hearts of many passersby on that chilly winter night. Unfortunately, I didn't behave well; I was a bit unenthusiastic at the dinner table. Sometimes silence is quite discouraging for a beautiful woman sitting across from you. Afterwards, I felt bad. Xiaoman didn't have a car and lived alone in a rented apartment; I drove her home before driving back myself.
VI.
As the year drew to a close, the streets were lit up with streetlights, already carrying a hint of the New Year's atmosphere. A fleeting glimpse of light shone on the lathe in the driver's cab, as ephemeral as fireworks. Listening to the music and interactive elements on the car radio, waves of drowsiness washed over me, like electric currents numbing my entire body. If Shixuan were in the passenger seat right now, how cozy that would be.
The dashboard showed I arrived home at 9:17 PM. I opened the door, and the first thing I did was go to the study and turn on the computer. As expected, there were two more emails in my inbox, sent by that damned black guy. One was sent around 8 AM here, and the other had just arrived 15 minutes ago.
I opened the first email; the title was a string of letters I couldn't understand, the body was empty, and the attachment contained a video of about 12 minutes. Without a doubt, that black guy wanted to humiliate Shixuan and me. I could imagine opening the video to find my fiancée naked and being violated.
"Hmph, I'm pretty mentally resilient!" I cursed myself inwardly, though I was already itching to flip the table. Everyone's like that; after experiencing something outrageous, the mind slowly adapts, even becoming numb. This explains why some female students forced into compensated dating by life's pressures often find the initial decision the hardest, but later they truly adopt a "one more time won't matter" mentality. Frankly, if you become truly numb, your life is over. I still wish I could feel even more intense pain.
I opened the video; the screen was completely black. After a few seconds, it remained black. I carefully dragged the progress bar to the middle of the video, but the screen was still black. I then carefully dragged the progress bar back and forth in small increments, discovering that every frame of the 12-minute and 48-second video was blank. This baffled me. Did that black guy mix up the files? Or did he not know how to record video and corrupted the file? I tried reopening it several times, but it was still completely black.
This made me panic. I can accept any scenario, as long as the black guy's intentions are within my expectations. But this… I dared not make any optimistic assumptions. Could it be hinting at something? I subconsciously reached for my phone—it was gone! I remember answering a call before leaving work and leaving it on the corner of my desk, but I clearly remember taking it when I left! My phone was either in my car or lost at the coffee shop. I rushed downstairs to the garage and confirmed that my phone wasn't in the car; I wanted to rush to the coffee shop, but I didn't know the time, and I was certain that the coffee shop would close after 10 pm, so I wouldn't have time to go now.
A day spent in a daze left me disoriented. I sat back down at my computer, restarted it countless times, and tried to open the file with various media players. It was still completely black, utterly useless. My palms were covered in cold sweat; I was terrified, and tears were welling up in my eyes. What the hell did that damn black guy do to my Shixuan? If this is what that black guy wanted to achieve, then he's been incredibly successful.
My phone was gone, the video wouldn't play, and all my information was cut off. I slumped in my chair, savoring the atmosphere of despair.
Utter silence, eerily quiet.
...
"Hiss hiss hiss..." A faint, almost radio-like sound came from somewhere.
It fluctuated in pitch, sometimes continuous, sometimes intermittent, but it was so faint you had to hold your breath to hear it.
"Hiss hiss hiss..." I was certain the sound was coming from my computer desk.
I didn't immediately look for it, afraid the sound would cut off if I moved.
It seemed to be coming from the headphones next to the speakers.
I saw on the computer screen that the video, though without a picture, was still playing. A realization dawned on me. I immediately put on my headphones, rewound the video to the very first second, turned up the volume, and listened intently.
For the first minute, there was almost no sound, only faint breathing. Then, the breathing intensified, mixed with rustling water sounds and friction noises.
"Hmm~~~ Hmm~~ Ah~~" I heard Shi Xuan's voice, her breathing heavy and seductive, indicating she was enduring some kind of physical stimulation.
"Ugh~ No… don't… Hmm~~~ Hmm uh!!!!!!!!!" Shi Xuan's breathing turned into moans, interspersed with several creaking, metallic sounds and heavy thuds, a sound somewhere between flesh hitting water and a table. Each of Shi Xuan's forced moans was preceded by a long, heavy breath; the black man was clearly gradually increasing the intensity until Shi Xuan could no longer bear it and let out that intoxicating moan. I was wearing headphones, and the seductive moans assaulted my brain. The video was still black, so I couldn't see what kind of torture Shi Xuan was enduring. My heart was pounding, every second was agonizing.
The moans continued for about eight minutes before pausing. "
Waaaaaahh
...
I've been back in China for almost three days, and this video is making my blood boil and my mind race. I held my breath, trying to stop myself from breathing, only letting out air when I couldn't hold it any longer, using this self-torture to keep myself from getting too excited.
What is that black guy doing to Shi Xuan? What on earth is he doing to Shi Xuan?!
I remembered there was another email, and inside was another 12-minute video.
When I opened the video, I subconsciously checked the length: 12 minutes and 48 seconds, down to the second, exactly the same length as the previous video. But this time, I'm afraid I'm going to have to endure both visual and auditory stimulation.
I saw Shi Xuan blindfolded and tied to a simple iron bed. She was completely naked, with only a very plain white cotton underwear covering her. The black guy, wearing only his underwear, stood next to Shi Xuan, his huge bulge looking like several billiard balls stuffed inside his underwear, a heavy sight enough to make any mature woman tremble. The black guy grinned wickedly at the camera and took out a bottle of essential oil, pouring it over Shi Xuan. Shi Xuan, blind, had her other senses heightened. The cold essential oil dripped onto her warm skin, causing her body to tremble violently—her hands and feet were chained to the iron bed, leaving her only able to twist and turn in resistance.
The black man leaned down, lingering near Shi Xuan's ear for a few seconds before spreading the oil evenly with his rough hands. Poor Shi Xuan, she could only lie on the bed, her snow-white skin at his mercy. One of the black man's large hands began at Shi Xuan's lower abdomen, slowly sliding down to her high breasts, inch by inch climbing her snowy peaks, occupying her pink, erect nipples, then sliding down the other side, staining her tender neck with the essential oil. His other hand moved down her abdomen, gently parting a corner of her white panties, revealing Shi Xuan's beautiful pubic hair, then slowly sweeping across her inner thighs, rubbing down to her calves. The black man gently repeated this action, while the beauty beneath him bit her lip, enduring the ecstasy of the intense pleasure. I saw Shi Xuan's body struggling, her slender waist arching slightly, her lower abdomen heaving violently with each breath, clearly outlining her ribs. Shi Xuan stretched her legs forward, her fingers spread wide, desperately craving the air of salvation.
This was just the beginning.
In less than a minute, the golden essential oil covered Shi Xuan's entire body. Her body glowed with a seductive, wheat-colored sheen, like she was wearing a shimmering stocking bodysuit. Her panties were soaked through and became transparent, clinging tightly to her private parts. Shi Xuan's dark, triangular pubic hair was clearly visible beneath her panties, her plump breasts outlined precisely through the damp fabric. Shi Xuan's breathing became rapid and heavy, her breasts bouncing like crystal cream jelly, soft, firm, and glossy.
The black man slowly increased the pressure of his hands.
"Mmm~~~Mmm~~Ah~~" Shi Xuan stopped biting her lip, her lips parted slightly, exhaling a warm, moist breath and a moan filled with desire, then she inhaled deeply. Her head tilted back, the back of her head pressing against the leather sheet, her high-raised chin seemingly enticing a strong male to tease her.
The black man carefully and gently stroked Shi Xuan again and again, when suddenly one of his hands stopped at the waistband of Shi Xuan's white trousers. He aimed his thick middle finger at Shi Xuan's vulva, his index and ring fingers spreading out symmetrically around his middle finger, just enough to press against the tender flesh of Shi Xuan's inner thigh. Then the black man's fingers slowly moved closer to Shi Xuan's garden, precisely hooking onto it!
"Ugh~ No…don't…Mmm~~~Mmm uh!!!!!!!!!!!!" The iron bed beneath her creaked. Shi Xuan's secret garden was extremely stimulated, her entire hips and buttocks violently lifting off the bed. She began to cry out in begging. The black man's middle finger sank into Shi Xuan's moist cleft through her transparent panties, while his index and ring fingers pinched her labia majora, minora, and mons pubis until they bulged out. Shi Xuan's soft, juicy mons pubis was pinched into two plump, adorable mounds of flesh by the three fingers. At the same time, the black man's other hand sometimes kneaded Shi Xuan's breasts, sometimes employing teasing tricks. He carefully raised his palm to just touch her nipples, then quickly swept it across. The instant his palm brushed against Shi Xuan's firm, hard nipples, Shi Xuan lost the warmth of his hand's caress and was instead met with a sharp, intense stimulation of her nipples, her body convulsing repeatedly as if electrocuted.
After a few minutes, the black man stopped. His hands didn't leave Shi Xuan, leaving her panting heavily on the bed.
"Ughh ...
The black man seemed to sense that Shi Xuan's body was about to reach its climax: her jade-like feet were stretched into a straight line, her toes dislocated and pressed against her soles, her hands clenched into tight fists because there were no sheets to hold them back, and the ropes binding her wrists had left red marks. Her entire curvaceous and alluring S-shaped body was convulsing violently. The black man untied the ropes around Shi Xuan's calves, and with all his might, the arm that was tightly gripping her mons pubis used to swing her lower body up and down; the other hand abandoned her nipples, lifted Shi Xuan's head, and leaned down to kiss her cherry-like lips.
As soon as Shi Xuan's legs were freed from the intense stimulation, waves of electric currents transmitted from her vagina and nipples tormented her from the inside out, the overwhelming pleasure causing her feet to kick wildly on the iron bed, slapping against the leather surface. With the black man's hand that was gripping her vagina rising and falling, Shi Xuan's jade-like feet were occasionally lifted off the bed, and she could only stand on tiptoe to maintain her balance. He seized the opportunity to suck on Shi Xuan's tongue, and she could only make "Mmm~~~Mmm~~~" sounds. The pleasure of stimulating the vulva is immense for a woman, sometimes even surpassing the pleasure of intercourse with a loved one. Suddenly, the panties pressed against Shi Xuan's garden bulged, and a large amount of clear, slightly yellowish liquid flowed from the soaked edge of the panties. The sight delighted the black man, but broke his lover's heart.
The black man removed his hands and foul mouth. After losing control of her bladder, Shi Xuan twitched a few times like a fish out of water, her taut muscles stretching into tear-like lines on her glistening jade legs. Then, shamelessly, Shi Xuan spread her legs wide, bent her knees, and pressed her toes against the bed, raising her hips high, as if waiting for her master to enjoy her raised flower bud. This was the afterglow of orgasm, and her blindfolded face showed an expression of intense desire and savagery—I had never seen Shi Xuan like this before. However, no one came to pity her, cherish her, or enjoy her juicy petals. Shi Xuan maintained this humiliating posture for a few seconds, then her legs gave way, and her buttocks slammed heavily onto the bed. The video ended.
I was surprised that I used the word "humiliating" to describe my fiancée. This also proved that Blackie's plan was indeed effective. If I had watched that video without any visuals in the morning, I probably would have been driven crazy with anxiety, and then seeing this video at night, I would definitely have reacted even more violently and heartbrokenly than I am now. Shi Xuan is a very traditional and good girl. Her physical reactions are beyond her control, but I firmly believe that her will will never be conquered by that disgusting big penis—I'm just unwilling to accept it—although her body has already shown great resilience in the face of such humiliation.
Fortunately, fate has its own way of handling things.
I decided to go to work at the last minute, which is why I missed the email in the morning; I also lost my phone, so I couldn't convey anything to Shi Xuan. I can imagine that Blackie would definitely say to Shi Xuan something like, "Xuan, you bitch, your fiancé is ignoring you, he definitely doesn't want you anymore. I've sent him the video of me fucking you, who would want a whore like you that everyone can fuck?" My Shixuan definitely won't believe it; she'll definitely come back.
I actually felt a sliver of relief after experiencing so many nightmares. Is this numbness? But my lower body was incredibly aroused, yearning for a warm, wet vagina.
Sometimes this is the hardest part—having to be both sensitive and rational. My body felt incredibly suffocated; my penis was sore and swollen from being erect for so long, and I really wanted to find a place to release it.
...
"Knock knock knock~~" The sound of knocking on the door. Who could it be so late? They didn't even ring the doorbell.
I glanced at my computer screen; it was 10:54 PM. I had to go to work tomorrow.
I opened the door. It was Zhao Xiaoman, holding my phone. Seeing this, I quickly called her in.
"I'm so sorry, you left your phone on the table when you went to get your car from the parking lot after dinner. I was going to give it to you, but I didn't remember until I got out of the car... I'm so sorry~~" Zhao Xiaoman's voice was soft and full of apology as she bowed slightly at a 30-degree angle. She had completely changed out of her business attire, wearing a woolen hat, a black sweater, and a long red trench coat over it, a matching belt tied around her waist, highlighting her slender figure and great physique. In the instant she bowed, I could even see a glimpse of her pale cleavage beneath the sweater.
"Have a seat, I'll get you some hot drinks." The outside temperature was probably only -5 degrees Celsius; I could vaguely see the white mist rising from Xiaoman's breath. Delivering something so late at night must be quite a ordeal.
"It must be cold outside, did you take a taxi?" I brought over two cups of hot milk tea, pretending to offer to drink with her.
"I came by subway." Xiaoman placed her ankle boots by the door. She sat gracefully on the small sofa in the living room, her legs, clad in dark red velvet stockings, crossed slightly, her small feet delicately resting on the mahogany floor. This outfit suited her well; her small feet were truly beautiful, unlike many northern girls, giving off a gentle and refined air.
"Hmm... how did you find this place? Did you ask a colleague?" I asked, sounding a little surprised. Although the city has a convenient transportation system, it's also quite large; getting here by subway is a long way. I certainly didn't want to take two or three subway lines in the dead of winter to deliver something, let alone walk hundreds of meters in the cold wind after exiting the station.
"Yes! I called and asked my colleague on your floor," Xiaoman said earnestly, sipping her milk tea. The central air conditioning was decent, though not as warm as in the north, but I could clearly see Xiaoman didn't want to leave immediately; she'd been freezing the whole way.
I checked my phone; it was 11:11 PM. There were a few new messages, not from Shixuan. This immediately put my mind at ease.
There shouldn't be any subways running at this hour.
"Is it comfortable here? Sit a little longer; I'll take you home later. Thank you for your help today!"
"Yes! It's much better than my shabby little rented room; sometimes the windows even let in drafts!" Xiaoman enjoyed the soft sofa and hot drink, a hint of envy in her eyes. As she spoke, the chain on her V-neck sweater sparkled, looking quite pretty.
"Are you still cold? If you're warm, you can leave your coat on the sofa." I noticed she was still a little reserved. After all, we were old classmates, and she was a beautiful young woman; it wouldn't be good to be too formal.
The temperature in the house was around 18 to 21 degrees Celsius. Hearing my words, Xiaoman slowly untied the belt of her red trench coat and hung it on the sofa. When she took off her coat, her short hair was naturally swept behind her ears, and two small stud earrings on her earlobes sparkled slightly. They were very simple and ordinary rhinestone earrings, their delicate shape perfectly complementing Xiaoman's small face—Shixuan never wore earrings. After taking off her coat, Xiaoman was only wearing a black, tight-fitting sweater. Her not-too-large but firm breasts and alluring, pert buttocks were accentuated by the black sweater, showcasing her feminine beauty. Xiaoman slightly turned to the side, her curvaceous figure exuding irresistible sex appeal. The hem of the black sweater just covered her upper thighs and private parts, below which were velvet stockings. Many people don't understand appreciation; what's more alluring than the mini-skirt is the sweater worn only with black stockings. Beneath the deep hem, a pair of shapely thighs were displayed before my eyes, slightly sheer, incredibly sexy. This alluring all-black outfit made me want to burrow under the sweater's hem and become her submissive. To see what alluring buds were hidden deep within the winding stockings, and to smell the deadly fragrance that Xiaoman's black flower would release.
I was a little stunned, my tongue starting to feel hot, and I tried to remain calm by taking a few sips of my drink. I didn't want to kick her out so quickly. The atmosphere at home was much better than in a coffee shop, making us both very relaxed. Xiaoman's appearance invigorated me, and we started chatting about everything from university life to our current jobs, about Xiaoman's rented apartment and roommates, feeling much closer all of a sudden. From her description, it seemed she had never had a boyfriend in university. I found this hard to believe. I discovered that Xiaoman was very sensible and cheerful. As she talked to me, her watery eyes were always fixed on me, giving me a feeling of happiness that almost melted into her gentle gaze. Xiaoman's eyes had a captivating power, revealing my primal urges.
0:53. 17:53.
"Xiaoman, would you like some red wine?"
"Sure, but I'm not a big drinker."
"It's okay, I'll take care of you." I hugged Xiaoman's soft body tightly, one hand resting on her face with her charming, blinking eyes.
" Xiaoman, how many boyfriends have you had before? " I kissed her fragrant forehead deeply. "No
... no, not a single one. None!" she told me seriously, her voice gentle. I smiled awkwardly and didn't ask any further. Seven, there's only a week left until New Year's Eve. I hope Shixuan can come back in time. If Shixuan wants to finish her studies after the holiday, I'll quit my job and apply for a dependent visa. I can't let her suffer alone anymore. Recently, Xiaoman has been moving around the floors quite frequently; I don't know where she got so much business to handle. Her network is clearly not as weak as she claims; quite a few colleagues like her. When I ask her what she's doing, she always smiles and says she's just an assistant, spending most of her time busy with miscellaneous tasks, unlike me, who's so highly regarded by the boss. I haven't seen Uncle Wang these past few days. My colleagues say that Boss Wang went to his hometown city to discuss some project with local leaders and probably won't be back before the New Year. I know that city; I lived there before university. Speaking of which, it's been about a month since I've really contacted my parents. Today, Xiaoman came upstairs six times—four in the morning and twice in the afternoon. Every time I heard the sound of her high heels, I knew it was her. Her steps were soft and careful, but I could hear them so clearly that for a while in the afternoon when there was no sound, I wondered if she was still coming. When I got off work, I offered to walk her home, and Xiaoman readily accepted. I've rarely seen such a beautiful smile on her face. If we don't count Shixuan. Eight, I don't know why, but after work today, my heart was filled with an overwhelming longing for Shixuan. There were no new messages in my email or on my phone. I had absolutely no appetite, so I slumped on the sofa, listlessly turning on the TV and flipping through channels. The time on my phone was 7:45. I opened WeChat and randomly scrolled through my contacts. I realized that Zhao Xiaoman wasn't on my friend list; I refreshed several times but couldn't find her. She was in my phone number contacts, though. I clicked into the account linked to her phone number. The profile picture wasn't her photo, I hadn't added her as a friend, and her Moments feed was minimal, showing only a few shared posts. I wasn't sure if it was really her account, as so many classmates change their phone numbers after graduation; the linked account might have been previously linked to the original number. Looking at Shixuan's account, everything was unchanged. I clicked into her Moments, reminiscing about past posts. Actually, I'd been checking Shixuan's posts at least five times in the past few days to pass the time. From club activities in our freshman and sophomore years to the little things we shared, from our graduation trip to the time we lived together before she went abroad. Shixuan possessed qualities that surpassed most pretty girls, but she preferred to keep a low profile on social media. Since leaving me to go abroad alone, her posts had decreased significantly; she no longer posted countless selfies or nine-picture pics of shopping and eating to attract attention like others. Sigh, as a girl, she was too perfect, so virtuous that she even lacked a temper. I quickly scrolled through Shixuan's status updates, but thankfully, I had more of her photos on my phone and computer than on any public platform. Just as I was about to open the album, my phone suddenly stopped working, then it started vibrating. The sudden ringtone startled me, almost making me drop the phone. The screen displayed the three startling words "Jian Shixuan"—it was a video call from Shixuan. I hesitated, not daring to answer immediately. My fingers trembled on the green button for several seconds before I finally pressed it. Shixuan appeared on the other end of the screen with disheveled hair. "Shixuan!" I cried out. Upon hearing my voice, Shixuan's eyes immediately reddened. She covered her mouth with her hand, sobbing softly for a few seconds, then quickly gestured for me to be quiet. I observed the wall behind Shixuan; she must be hiding in the bathroom, where the light wasn't very bright. Shixuan's pale neck was bare, and I could see her sexy collarbone. She probably took out her phone to call me secretly while the black man was away or busy with other things. "Honey...darling, sob~~" Shi Xuan's voice was very soft, and I could hear a slight tremor in it. Looking at my pitiful lover in front of me, my nose tingled, and I couldn't think of what to say for a moment. "Can you come back? Do you want me to come over, wife?" I was willing to risk my life to save my lover. "No! No...don't!" Shi Xuan was a little agitated. She took a deep breath and was still sobbing. "Give me a few more days, I will definitely come back. Husband, don't be impulsive." "Darling, you..." I took a breath, not knowing what to say. It was obviously impossible to pour out our hearts to each other at this moment, and there probably wasn't enough time to ask her some questions. Just as I was about to encourage her and do some psychological work, Shi Xuan spoke first. "Yi, did you receive any videos?" Every time Shi Xuan called me by my single name before, it was always a question that had been brewing for a long time and was very serious. "I received them." It seems that the black man has indeed been mentally intimidating Shi Xuan. She'd already openly admitted to being filmed, she just didn't want me to see it. But Shixuan probably didn't know she'd already been photographed before that. I hope she didn't know. "Ah~ then..." I saw two large, round tears suddenly roll down her cheeks, shattering on her chest. "So what? As long as you're back." I acted calmly, even somewhat artificially. Shixuan's tears flowed even faster, one after another, making my heart ache. "Shixuan, can you get rid of him? Is there anything I can do?" I wanted to comfort her, but couldn't find any reason to reassure her, so I decided to be practical. "No...no need, in a few days...it'll be fine in a few days." Shixuan shook her head, her messy brown curls, wet with tears, plastered to her cheeks. "No matter what happens, I want you. It's good that you're back, wife." As soon as I finished speaking, I noticed something strange with my phone; the light on Shixuan's end had dimmed. "Me too..." I saw a large, wicked black hand grab Shixuan's shoulder. "Ah!!!" A bloodcurdling scream followed by the sound of the phone hitting the ground, and the screen went black. This sent a chill down my spine, making my scalp tingle. I checked; the call had definitely been cut off. The screen was blank except for the date: January 20th, 20:32. It seemed that black man had discovered Shixuan. I wondered how he would torture her this time. My nose had been a little sore earlier, and now, thinking of Shixuan's situation, tears welled up and streamed down my face without my realizing it.

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“Beep~~~~~” The phone vibrated, followed by a video call invitation.
“So fast?!” I was shocked. In less than 3 minutes, Shi Xuan had managed to get her phone back? Wasn’t that damned black dog going to punish her? I quickly accepted the call. I had to tell Shi Xuan to stop; I didn’t want her to take any more risks.
The screen opened, and Shi Xuan was lying face down on the messy white sheets, her head facing the camera. Her face was buried deep in the sheets, and all I could see on the screen were her beautiful hair and the alluring cleavage of her spine that ran down her fair back to her high, pert buttocks. Her buttocks were clearly deliberately raised, the soft cleft of her buttocks gracefully dividing them into two large, boneless white peaks. I saw the black man’s thick, black-haired thighs were already positioned behind Shi Xuan’s buttocks, and between his legs hung that horrifyingly large penis. His penis was engorged, nearly 28 centimeters long, with bulging black veins like vines of an old tree coiling around the disgusting foreskin. The completely exposed glans was almost the size of a small egg. His inferior skin color and the nauseating slime around the glans made his ugly penis look like a viscous, eyeless giant worm. This wasn't the first time I'd seen something like this, but its reappearance still sent a chill down my spine.
Because of the camera's angle, I couldn't see the black man's face; I could only see the edge of the screen and his bulging four-pack abs. Shi Xuan kept her head down, perhaps unaware that this black bastard had already fumbled to open a WeChat video call.
Time froze for a few seconds. I felt the black man gathering his strength; once his worm-like penis fell like a guillotine, my lover would suffer the excruciating pain of being torn apart. Tears were still streaming down my face; the black man probably couldn't see them from this angle, so I quickly wiped them away.
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