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After the Lunar New Year, the factory resumed operations.

A girl in her early twenties, her beautiful eyes shining, held a wiping cloth in her hand. This was the first step before starting work:
wiping the machines clean with IPA (a type of cleaning agent). Suddenly, a strange light flashed, stinging her eyes.
The girl couldn't help but close her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, the light was gone. She asked the foreman beside her suspiciously, "Elsa,
did you see that machine flash for a moment?"

Foreman Elsa replied, "No, I didn't notice... Amy, where are you referring to?"

The girl called Amy hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm not quite sure, it seemed to be around here." Her fingers
traced the area where the light had just appeared, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat. It was so strange. There seemed to be some
unfamiliar
liquid on the machine earlier , but she hadn't paid much attention to it, just wiped it clean. However, when her gloved index finger touched that spot, a strange sensation suddenly passed through the glove, reached her skin, and then spread throughout her body.

This feeling was very peculiar, like being unexpectedly kissed by a man she liked—her heart pounding uncontrollably. This
didn't make sense! Because Amy had never been kissed before and didn't know what it felt like to be kissed without warning; but now, her chest
felt tight, her breasts were a little swollen, her groin was itchy, her whole body felt hot, like she was about to sweat but couldn't, and she even felt
a little nauseous.

"Amy, are you alright? Your face is so red," Elsa
asked worriedly, looking at the half of Amy's face exposed outside her hood.

"I suddenly feel unwell and want to ask for leave to go home and rest," Amy said weakly.

"Ah, you must have gotten sick from the New Year holidays." "I'll have someone take you home. You can come back after you've recovered." Elsa nervously led Amy
out of the cleanroom. After changing her clothes and throwing her gloves and cap into the trash, she saw a young engineer
washing his hands , about to enter the cleanroom. Elsa stopped him and asked, "New guy, do you have a car?"

The engineer replied, "Yes!"

Elsa exclaimed excitedly, "Great! Please help me take Amy to the staff clinic and then take her home to rest, okay
?" She spoke as if she could refuse, but she had already pushed Amy onto the bewildered engineer, turned around, and
went back to the production line.

Amy looked at the engineer's employee ID, which read "Huang Zhiwei." His handsome face had
a unique innocence, and his square jaw smelled of cologne. She felt her condition seemed to worsen, and could only
say breathlessly, "I'm so sorry. Thank you for your help, Mr. Huang." "

Just call me Joe." The engineer looked at Amy's beautiful face, her curvaceous figure, and the sweet, alluring fragrance emanating
from her body delicate frame seemed like a greenhouse flower that might wither at any moment;
her lips, red from the heat of her face, made him want to savor them. Joe swallowed, his body gradually hardening.

Joe inwardly berated himself: You're inhuman! Thinking about that at a time like this! Was all that
"Three Principles of the People Unifying China" stuff he learned in school a waste of time? He painfully restrained his body, thankfully
wearing a thick coat that covered his thighs, otherwise he would have been utterly humiliated.

"Let's go, I'll drive you," Joe said.

Amy said, "No need, I'm just feeling a little unwell. Going to the doctor and getting my insurance card is too much trouble. Please take
me back to my place so I can rest." "

Okay!" So Joe took her to the underground parking lot, got into the Zhonghua Dori his dad had given him, and slowly drove towards
the city

.

Amy felt very uncomfortable all over, especially her right index finger, which was now stiff and burning. She suddenly wanted
some fresh air , but the car heater was on high, so she took off her coat. After a while, she still felt unbearably hot.
She frowned and said, "Joe, could you turn the heater down a bit? It's so hot."

Joe's car heater was actually on its lowest setting, and since winter wasn't over yet, the weather was surprisingly cold; his
fingers a little stiff from the cold! So he didn't know how to answer. After a pause, he finally turned off the heater and asked,
"Feeling better?"

Amy didn't answer. The cool air didn't make her feel any more comfortable. In fact, she felt like she was
entering a semi-conscious state, and strange images were starting to appear in her mind.

The film begins, seemingly in a movie theater. The trailer is long, featuring typical love stories; then, amidst
whistles , the movie starts.

A woman with long, shoulder-length hair stands with her back to the camera; her slender figure suggests she's just reaching adulthood
. She's in a very warm, enclosed room, the walls of which are covered in mirrors, reflecting every angle
clearly. Besides numerous statues and decorations, there's only a super-large, seemingly very comfortable bed. The woman, still
with her back to the camera, slowly removes her only garment, a light gauze nightgown. Her translucent skin, under the soft light, radiates
a captivating allure. She gently lies down on the bed, her left hand massaging her right breast, emitting subtle sounds.
With each moan, Amy's heart heats up, her body feeling as if it's on fire.

The camera slowly zooms in, focusing on the statues—a man and a woman—engaging in sexual intercourse in an unbelievable
pose . Their movements were not only powerful and wild, but also exuded a passionate message. The camera zoomed back
to the woman, who began to rub her private parts with her right hand. The valley was deep, the grass lush, and the peach blossoms were faintly visible.
Although she was also a woman, Amy thought the woman's body was truly beautiful.

As she watched, Amy felt a burning itch in her lower abdomen and couldn't help but scratch it with her nimble fingers. Her vulva
was already wet, with fluids flowing freely. The deepest part was unbearably itchy, so she scratched it again,
letting out a soft moan.

Then the camera slowly moved up from the woman's lower body. The woman's firm breasts came into view, their elasticity
suggesting a woman in her early twenties. The woman's breasts were swollen, the nipples a beautiful bright red, making her both
adorable and envious. Amy couldn't resist pinching her own nipple, feeling a surge of surprised pleasure, and her moans
grew louder.

The camera panned down from the rooftop, the woman's movements gradually quickening, her voice growing louder. Amy couldn't control her intense
desire , following the woman's movements, her fingers slowly sliding in and out of her vagina, her throat emitting
sounds she couldn't understand

. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" Joe glanced at Amy out of the corner of his eye, trying to figure out
why she was suddenly moaning. But what he saw was the most stimulating scene of his life—a beautiful girl's right hand was inside her skirt,
rubbing between her legs.

Joe coughed lightly, trying to remind Amy not to act so oblivious, but he was met with a series of
intense moans: "Oh...oh...oh...um..." Joe didn't know what to do, so he simply called out, "Hey, Amy
, are you alright?" Amy seemed not to hear him, only answering with pleasant panting.

They had now arrived near Joe's rented place. Joe had only been on the road for a few days, and he
was a little hesitant to go to the city center during the daytime rush hour; besides, Amy's unsightly appearance seemed rather strange... Most importantly, he hadn't been working
there long and didn't even know where the hospital was! After thinking for a moment, he decided it would be better to take her to his place first, then immediately
call an ambulance, and tidy Amy up before the ambulance arrived—it might be better for both of them.
Having made up his mind , he quickly drove into the alley, stopped the car after driving about ten meters, put a coat on Amy, and helped her
into the apartment.

Joe's place was specifically for single tenants or students. His room was quite nice, on the second floor, about
seven square meters, with a small bathroom. There was originally a single bed, but Joe thought it was too narrow, so he simply removed the bed,
laid a carpet on the floor, and then put a thick mattress on top to sleep on at night. He carried Amy, who appeared to be completely unconscious
; only her fingers twitched, the rest of her body limp and powerless. Joe had her hook her arms around his neck and
struggled to carry her upstairs.

Once inside the room, Joe used his foot to push aside the folded mattress, bent down, and carefully laid Amy down. Suddenly, the previously
limp Amy pulled hard. Because her right hand was still hooked around Joe, this pull caused him to lose his balance and
fall headfirst into Amy's arms.

Joe was startled and struggled to get up, but Amy, with unexpected strength, held his head tightly,
saying, "Please, I want..."

"Want what?" Joe finally managed to get a moment's space, breathing heavily.

Amy showed him with her actions. Her fingers had just reached between Joe's legs, slowly but firmly rubbing against him.

Joe stiffened at her touch. Honestly, in all his life, aside from his mother bathing him when he was little, this
precious thing had always been his alone. But Amy's touch had a magical power; his manhood immediately hardened. He
looked at Amy's face and noticed her eyes were hazy, bloodshot, and her lips were restlessly licking.
She looked in the throes of passion.

He observed Amy's condition; she seemed unconscious, yet not quite. Her right hand was rubbing near his trouser leg, and she was making
muffled noises; but would a normal girl do such things? Joe frowned, thinking for a moment, when suddenly a thought flashed through
his mind —could it be like in novels, that she'd been given some kind of powerful aphrodisiac or aphrodisiac

? The more Joe thought about it, the more likely it seemed. FAB contained too many chemicals, many of which were toxic. Perhaps
Amy had accidentally come into contact with some kind of poison without realizing it, leading to this condition. Novels always say that the only
cure for being poisoned by aphrodisiacs is to have sex with the victim; otherwise, the poisoned person will die from burning lust—that's terrifying! But
... he's still innocent... what should he do? It's a matter of life and death, and Joe made up his mind in a second
—he'd rather sacrifice his own purity to save her. But

the troublesome part is yet to come! Joe has absolutely no idea how to do *that* with a girl!

He managed to break free from Amy's grasp and, with trembling hands, took off his coat. He found it strange; his mind
was blank, but deep down he felt an unknown fear, causing his movements to tremble, making it difficult to even unbutton his coat.
He finally managed to loosen it by breaking two buttons.

His pants were done in no time. As he pulled down his underwear and considered whether to take off his shirt, he suddenly discovered a
completely naked body before him. Before Joe could figure out what was happening, Amy was already kneeling
before , her small mouth open, her tongue licking his large penis.

Joe's first reaction was, "Wow, how can she undress so fast!" Then he wondered,
"Looking at her so energetic, she doesn't seem like a patient at all." He also looked at his penis in surprise: "Why does
it seem especially big today, even painfully hard?" However, when Amy began to lick every
tiny blood vessel , every pore of his body immersed in it, his knees so weak
he could barely stand, and he couldn't even think straight.

Amy licked very carefully, her tongue cleansing every inch of his skin. When Joe could no longer bear
the pleasure of passion and collapsed weakly onto the carpet, Amy climbed onto him as quickly as possible. She steadyed his erect penis, which was now
slumped against her stomach, and without hesitation, immediately thrust it into his tight vagina.

Amy's rough movements initially caused Joe a sharp pain, but after a couple more thrusts, he was too comfortable to care
anymore . The feeling was completely different from when he had sex with Wu Jiangjun; it was a soft, hot wall of flesh completely enveloping him,
and most importantly, it was on a completely different living being.

Joe felt a little regretful. Unlike most men who talked a lot about "sex," he had always valued "chastity
." He believed that communication between two people through "the union of their most intimate parts" was a very meaningful
and serious matter; therefore, he disapproved of some friends who joked about "sex" and constantly boasted about their masculinity
. He never imagined that he was now making love to a body without willpower, albeit to save someone...

Amy's depths enveloped Joe's deeply embedded penis, as if sucking it in, making Joe feel an unbearable tingling and itching. Driven by male
instinct , he picked Amy up and rolled her over, quickly ejaculating her hot, lustful fluids. Joe
felt a tingling sensation in his glans; he
knew he couldn't hold back any longer, so he quickly kissed his way down, first her armpits, then her upper arms, elbows
, forearms. As the first thrust of his penis entered her nerve, he was kissing Amy's fingers. Huh? How come
the girl 's slender fingers have suddenly become so thick

? A thought flashed through Joe's mind through the peak of pleasure: Why are her fingers different from others?

Yes, Amy's slender index finger had suddenly swelled up thick and large, with bluish capillaries visible beneath the skin. The tip was
a ring, an angry purplish-red; at the very tip was a small hole. Joe's face turned
deathly pale. As he thrust his white semen deep into the girl's vagina, a bloodcurdling scream escaped his lips. At that moment, the girl's index fingertip
spurted out a white, viscous liquid, shooting towards Joe...

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?" "Auntie, what are you looking at?" The supervisor, Elsa, noticed the auntie staring intently at the trash can and
asked curiously.

"Oh, it's Elsa? Come look, this glove is so fun."

"Fun?" Elsa curiously squeezed next to the trash can to look. Among a pile of discarded rubber gloves, the index finger of one
glove was strangely sticking up.

"Why is that?" the auntie asked.

Elsa thought for a moment and joked, "Sticking up like that, maybe this glove is male? Hehe."

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