ghost slave

(I) (Please do not read late at night)

"Are you done yet? Hurry up!"

Hearing his wife's slightly dissatisfied and coquettish tone, the husband finally reluctantly turned off the TV and stood up from the sofa.

"Wow! Honey, you look so beautiful! Aren't you afraid of perverts in such a see-through dress?" Seeing his wife's unhappy expression, the husband teased her again.

Looking at his wife in her snow-white chiffon dress, her slender and delicate body appeared even more frail and sexy. Her black bra made her full breasts look bulging, vaguely revealing them through the chiffon.

"That's why I want you to come for a walk with me..." His wife carried a neatly packed trash bag in one hand, and her other hand was already delicately wrapped around his arm.

"So alluring, so alluring," the husband deliberately made a lewd gesture, and kept rubbing his elbow against her soft breasts that were pressed against him.

"You're such a pervert... I hate you..." His wife's shy appearance was even more captivating.

The newly completed residential area didn't have many residents, and the elevator arrived quickly. The elevator doors slammed open in the quiet night, the sound a bit jarring, especially in the Ghost Festival (July 15th of the lunar calendar), which also brought a strange chill to the elevator.

"What are you doing! So close..." Seeing his wife snuggling against him like a kitten, the husband felt a surge of urge. "Come on, give me a kiss."

"Ugh... we'll see..." his wife deliberately dodged. "There are security cameras... there are security cameras..."

"I have to give you a kiss..." the husband persisted, almost giving her a bear hug.

"You big pervert..." This affectionate nickname was something they often used during sex. *Bang!* The elevator doors opened again.

"We're here! We're here!"

In the instant the husband was stunned, his wife nimbly broke free, laughing and running out.

"Ah!" came a gasp from his wife. The husband hurriedly followed.

At the entrance to the building, an elderly woman was burning paper money, her dark, yellowish face appearing eerie in the firelight. The wife, running too fast, nearly bumped into her and froze beside her, clearly frightened!

"Wow! Grandma, burning paper here will scare people to death!" the husband said, his tone reproachful.

"It's the Ghost Festival, burning some paper for my son and father...it'll be quick...quickly..." the old woman's voice was calm and low as she slowly raised her head.

They didn't recognize the old woman; they'd never seen her before. Especially in this setting, seeing her aged face gave them an extremely uncomfortable feeling of disgust.

"Whoosh!" The garbage bag melted quickly under the heat of the fire, and wads of white toilet paper fell, only to be swept back into the fire by the wind, including the wife's recently used sanitary napkins. The firelight immediately became even brighter.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the wife said, embarrassed and ashamed, bowing repeatedly. After all, she had thrown in unclean things while someone was mourning the dead.

"Who are you! How can you burn things here?" the husband demanded sternly.

The old woman's body trembled; she was clearly angry.

"Let's go! She shouldn't have burned it here in the first place! So rude, let's go!" The husband blocked his wife's slender waist and led her forward, trying to defend her. The wife still felt very sorry for the old woman, glancing back apologetically. She saw a swirling flame rise from the fire, the burnt ashes drifting high in the wind.

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After a short stroll around the neighborhood, they went back. The husband found it strange that his wife complained of being tired after only a short walk, thinking perhaps she was frightened by the old woman and had no desire for a walk.

Back in the neighborhood, the building's lobby and hallway lights shone a ghastly white light; the old woman was gone. Passing a fire hydrant, the husband's heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. Through the reflection in the hydrant's glass, he saw that his wife was carrying someone on her back—no, that person was clinging to her back. What horrified him even more was that the person on his wife was also looking at him through the reflection in the glass, a strange smile on their face. Their figures flashed by in the mirror so quickly. Staring at his wife's back in reality, it was still so slender and elegant, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Damn, I must have seen wrong, I must have seen wrong."

Turning around, he entered the elevator lobby. The motion-activated lights weren't on; perhaps they had walked too quietly. Soon the elevator arrived, the doors opening with a short, sharp thud. Today, that sound made the husband very uncomfortable; it felt so sudden. The white light pierced his pupils, which were already dim, now glaringly bright.

The elevator car was empty, but what alarmed him was the presence of a pair of women's high heels in the middle of the empty car—red, so alluringly red, with high heels and a beautiful curve. The husband was stunned, his heart pounding even harder. As a man, he suppressed his urge to remain composed.

"Whose shoes are these! Who would leave their shoes here? And they're so red! Too flashy for everyday wear. Heh, more like wedding shoes..." The wife said, already pulling her delicate, white feet out of her sandals.

"Don't put them on!"

"What's wrong?" Women have a strange curiosity about pretty things. She put one hand on her husband's shoulder, still trying to slip her feet into the shoes.

"These belong to someone else..." The husband, a staunch atheist, felt guilty about the situation, but didn't know what to say.

His wife actually put both shoes on. "Hey, these shoes fit me perfectly!" The white chiffon dress paired with the red shoes looked quite harmonious, and the red high heels made her figure even more elegant.

Just as his wife finished putting on the shoes, the husband seemed to hear a clear, deep sigh, a sigh filled with satisfaction. Instinctively, he looked up. He saw a face fading away on the ceiling of the sedan chair.

"Quick, quick, take them off!"

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry!"

The elevator doors had already opened, and the husband, as if seeing a glimmer of hope, frantically pried the red shoes off his wife's feet. He pulled her towards the door, causing her to not even have time to put her sandals on properly. Right at their own front door, the husband didn't rush to open it, but instead glared angrily at his wife.

"Don't touch things like that in the future."

From her husband's gaze, the wife could sense the extent of his anger. Although she still didn't quite believe it, the obedient wife still put on a charmingly coquettish look, pulling his large hand and twisting her waist, like a little girl coaxing this big boy who had done something wrong.

"Okay, okay, I know, don't be angry... I won't do it again..."

"No more..." the husband said firmly, his expression still so serious.

"Mmm." The wife looked at her husband innocently with her doll-like big eyes, then smiled and squinted, tiptoed up and gently kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't be angry, I'll be good." Her large, firm breasts rubbed against his arm playfully.

The husband knew that if he continued to be angry, his wife's lips would immediately pout. Then it would be his turn to coax her. Knowing the situation, he readily agreed, pulled her into his arms, and went inside.

In the middle of the night, the husband, half-asleep, felt his wife trembling. Her bright eyes stared in terror at the side, tears streaming down her face. Beside their bed stood two dark figures, one tall and one short, the shorter one resembling a seven or eight-year-old child. The room was dark, and only their outlines were visible.

A breeze stirred outside, blowing the curtains, and the faint light shone directly on the small figure's face. The husband was horrified. His wife trembled even more violently, large tears rolling down her cheeks faster. The small figure's face was deathly pale, with dark circles under its eyes, the whites of its eyes gleaming in the light. The pupils looked like pinpoints, almost disappearing. The husband felt utterly powerless, his throat tightening.

"Dad, he can see us too..." The two figures slowly exchanged glances, then looked at the husband.

When their eyes locked onto him, the husband felt his heart pounding. Though he felt cold, sweat poured from every pore. Another gust of wind blew in from outside the window, making their faces clearer. They were laughing, laughing at him, a chilling, sinister laugh. The husband, terrified, forgot to close his eyes, just staring blankly at them.

"He won't get in the way..." The large, dark figure slowly lifted the blanket from his wife's chest.

The husband could only watch as it happened; aside from fear, everything else felt so natural, so acceptable. He saw his wife's chest heaving violently, her full breasts bulging against her cotton nightgown, two small protrusions at the tips of her rounded breasts.

"A good woman indeed..."

"Her breasts are so big..." The smaller, dark figure reached out, hesitantly placing his hand on her breast, tracing its contours, carefully feeling its shape.

The large, dark figure lifted it again, completely removing the blanket from his wife's body. Her cotton nightgown was rolled up, revealing her panties, and her two smooth, beautiful legs were full and long. The terrified wife tried to twist, her head only moving slightly.

“She can carry on our family line!” The large, dark figure shook his head, his gaze sweeping over his wife’s body.

“Have her bear my child?”

“You? You can’t let her get pregnant. Let your uncle, your uncle can.”

“I… I’ve never been a real man… I… I’m thirty-seven.” The smaller, dark figure looked so dejected.

“Yes, you left early, it’s been over thirty years…”

“…” The smaller, dark figure didn’t answer, his small hand reluctantly moving towards the tip of his wife’s breast, pinching the nipple through her nightgown, squeezing it gently, letting it rotate between his fingers without any pity.

The husband could hear his wife’s breathing becoming erratic. Indeed, his wife’s body was very sensitive; just a little teasing would arouse her, and she was more likely to climax during sex. Watching the smaller, dark figure play with his wife, he felt a strange sense of permission, as if his wife was meant to be theirs. But the fear was unbearable, especially the smile on the smaller, dark figure’s pale face as he watched his wife’s nipple rotate painfully between his fingers, his white teeth clearly visible.

"In a few days, have your uncle get her pregnant. Otherwise, our Bao family line will truly end!"

"But, but I want it too!" The dark figure's eyes were still fixed on his wife's chest, his small hands squeezing her breasts tightly. The husband could feel his wife's pain, but he was powerless to help. What was worse, he actually felt that his wife deserved to be ravaged like this.

"In the future, in the future..."

"I...I..." The dark figure slowly faded away in helplessness, and soon both figures disappeared.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The husband seemed to finally be able to shout, and he sat up in bed with a scream, covered in sweat.

"Husband, husband..." The wife also woke up with a start and threw herself into her husband's arms, "So scared, so scared...I just had a dream, so scared."

(II)

The next day, the two returned home a little late. The wife waited downstairs in the community, afraid to go upstairs alone, until her husband returned after his social engagement.

The elevator was the elevator again. In fact, the husband's fear started from the elevator, not just from the dreamlike night before. As soon as they entered the elevator, the husband held his wife tightly. At this moment, the wife could feel her husband's strong embrace, gently leaning against him. The elevator doors creaked as the car was lifted, the fifth and sixth floors moving smoothly until they reached their home on the seventh.

Seventh, seventh, eighth…

the elevator… it didn't stop, it kept going up. The floor indicator lights flashed and went out… “Husband…husband…”

“Don't be afraid…it's okay…” The husband tried to calm himself, frantically pressing the elevator buttons… The lights inside the car began to flicker…

“Husband…I'm scared…” The wife gripped her husband's arm tightly.

Finally, the damned lights went out completely…

“Waaah…” came the wife's soft sobs.

“Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm here…” The husband pulled out a lighter, “Click, click,” the warm yellow flame flickered and went out, then quickly lit again.

“Hello, hello…is this the property management?” The husband was already leaning over the intercom, calling out repeatedly.

Wait, a glimpse of someone else in the cramped car. No, it was a dark figure. He was pressed against the corner of the elevator car, head bowed.

"Property management, property management?" The husband's tone turned panicked. A

series of "clucking" sounds came from the intercom, seemingly emanating from the deepest part of his throat.

"Who are you…" the husband asked, shining his lighter on the small, dark figure.

The figure had messy hair, much of it tangled and stuck together. Slowly raising his head, it was… it was the little devil from last night. His face was still deathly pale, with dark circles under his eyes. Today, he was clearly wearing an old-fashioned undershirt, the white shirt stained with grayish-black blood and dirt. His left chest was slightly sunken, and his left arm was broken into three pieces. Blue pants, worn-out sneakers. In this era, he looked like a wounded little beggar.

His wife's breathing was still rapid, but she seemed less frightened than before.

"I want you…" the short, beggar looked up at his wife, speaking in a commanding tone.

"Ah!" The lighter was too hot; he couldn't press it down in time, and the throttling device burned out. The flame spewed out gas rapidly from the small metal nozzle, rising high and flickering slightly. The elevator car was dimly lit, but there was no sign of the little beggar.

The wife was still wearing her work attire: a chiffon blouse, a fitted pencil skirt, and black stockings, exuding the charm of a mature woman. The little beggar's hand reached directly for the wife's full breasts. The smooth texture of the chiffon allowed him to caress them freely. The wife's body seemed to freeze, offering no resistance.

The husband holding the lighter was practically providing light for him. The wife looked at the little beggar with resentment, woodenly pulling her blouse out from under her skirt.

The little beggar's eyes were fixed on the woman's round, full breasts, filled with desire and anticipation. The wife unbuttoned her clothes one by one, revealing her flat, white abdomen.

It was clear that the little beggar preferred direct contact with her skin; his dirty little hand had already slid to her soft belly. The moment he touched her, his wife's lower abdomen twitched convulsing, causing her adorable belly button to twitch.

The buttons were undone at her chest, and the little beggar seemed impatient; her small hands had already slipped onto her bra and were making forceful tugs.

The wife looked at the young beggar with a resentful expression. After completely unbuttoning her shirt, she put her hands behind her back and unbuttoned the back button, all with a calm demeanor.

The husband felt his breath quicken; his wife looked incredibly alluring.

The young beggar pushed up her violet bra, making her snow-white body appear even whiter, especially her tender, bright red nipples.

The young beggar pressed his wife against the carriage wall, his face pressed close to her snow-white breasts. Perhaps it was his first time experiencing a woman; he stared intently, tiptoeing until his mouth could finally reach, and he extended his small tongue to gently lick one of her nipples. The cold tongue made her nipples hard and erect, and small buds rose on her areolas.

"Ah!" The wife let out a long, muffled groan, her neck straining.

It was clear that the young beggar had become very greedy, grasping one breast in each hand and constantly switching between licking and sucking the nipples. The wife's arms were pressed helplessly against the wall of the carriage, allowing him to ravage her. The husband strangely lifted one side of his wife's shirt, holding a lighter high in his other hand.

The young beggar grabbed her pert breasts and pulled them downwards. The wife bent her knees slightly, her body obediently moving downwards against the wall under his rough grip.

The husband clearly saw that the young beggar's target was no longer his wife's breasts; he was staring at her lips.

With her chest being violently torn, the wife could only adjust her legs, kneeling before the young beggar.

The wife, looking up and sighing softly, only understood his intention when their lips met. She immediately cooperated, sucking his lips, trapping his childlike upper lip between her own.

The young beggar seemed to grow larger, tightly holding her lips, sucking incessantly, as if trying to suck his wife in completely. His hands continued to brazenly grab and pull at the woman's tender nipples, and the wife could only whimper in distress.

The husband's hand, holding the lighter, trembled. He was in agony, yet he didn't understand why he had submitted.

The passionate kiss finally ended, and the young beggar seemed satisfied, as if admiring a displayed piece. He took a step back, tilting his head to savor the beauty before him. His wife remained kneeling on the ground like a sex slave, gazing at him expectantly, her hazy eyes wet with tears.

The young beggar turned and stepped forward again, pulling her shirt down until it hung on his arm. Her sexy shoulders trembled slightly with each swallow, her body stiffly maintaining his posture.

Finally, his wife caught the signal in his gaze; he had already set his sights on her skirt. Her arm, suspended in mid-air, hesitated before moving down, hooking the hem of her skirt and lifting it completely.

It turned out his wife was wearing garter stockings, the black straps like restraints pressing down on her violet panties. The young beggar drew a circle in the air with his hand. His wife obediently turned around, her buttocks raised high. The suspenders were pulled tight, leaving a shallow mark on her full, plump buttocks.

The husband was also captivated by his wife's appearance; the section of her thigh between her panties and stockings was so white, and the heels of her high heels were long and slender. Her waist slumped, her perfectly shaped, peach-like buttocks further arousing the man's desire. Seeing the little beggar examining her, the husband cooperated by pulling her panties down until they were caught on the stockings. The shameful cleft, surrounded by pubic hair, was exposed without reservation, her anus still tenderly pulsating.

"Ugh..." the wife let out a plaintive whimper the moment her private parts touched the air.

The little beggar knelt before his wife's plump buttocks, glancing again at the lighter in his husband's hand. The husband understood his meaning, bringing the lighter closer to her. Tiny beads of sweat had already seeped from his wife's snow-white, round buttocks, glistening alluringly in the firelight.

The little beggar hooked the suspenders, pulled them up long, and suddenly released them. The suspenders snapped forcefully against her beautiful flesh.

"Ah..." The wife's body swayed painfully, still trembling. The little beggar actually repeated his previous actions. Every time the wife's beautiful buttocks stopped writhing, he would flick the strap of her suspenders, leaving a long red mark on her snow-white, plump buttocks. The wife would then begin to writhe like a prostitute.

The little beggar pressed the backs of two fingers against the sides of her cleft, forcefully spreading his fingers open. The wife's bright red, tender flesh, glistening with moisture, writhed continuously.

"Hmm...so shameful..." She let out a low sigh, her body convulsing seductively, her beautiful buttocks pressing back against his fingers, continuing to sway slightly and alluringly.

The light from the lighter grew dimmer, and the husband quickly took out his phone to illuminate the little beggar's path.

The little beggar switched hands, spreading her cleft even wider, and with his other small hand, he extended his dark fingers, inserting them mercilessly into her body.

"Hmph, hmph...ah..." The wife's beautiful buttocks swayed up and down, as if trying to spit his fingers out even more completely.

"Ugh..." The wife tilted her head back in pain, imagining the little beggar's fingers roughly digging into the walls of her vagina.

The husband's heart pounded, especially when the little beggar's pale face looked at him with satisfaction; he almost dropped his phone.

"Heh!" A strange smile appeared on the little beggar's face, the sound coming from deep in his throat.

"Ugh!...Ugh!..." The wife's head shook even more violently.

Seeing the little beggar's arms swinging violently, one could imagine the force with which his fingers were digging. The wife's supporting arms trembled, her anus tightened violently, and vaginal fluid began to flow from the roughly penetrated opening.

The little beggar laughed, a sinister laugh, but his movements became even more forceful, his whole body swaying. His fingers were already completely inside the wife's body, yet he continued to thrust in roughly.

"Ugh..." The wife groaned suppressedly, her body moving forward in pain, her head completely pressed against the wall of the carriage, then her face turned to the side, pressing against the cold metal surface. Her arms finally gave way, her full breasts pressed against the ground, while her plump buttocks remained high in the air. Inside the quiet carriage, a rapid, wet "gurgling" sound emanated from the woman's private parts.

After playing with her for a long time, the little beggar stood up, anxiously untying his belt. The belt was simply a plastic strap, the fibers at the end becoming even more tangled in his frantic movements, the slipknot now a tight knot. His anxious state was almost driving him to the brink of collapse; his chin rested on his neck, saliva leaking from his mouth in long, thin strands.

His wife glanced back suspiciously, then turned and took out nail clippers from her bag. With a gentle pinch, the rope finally snapped. His pants, probably altered from an adult's, slipped off him instantly, revealing his undeveloped little penis, as thick as her little finger.

"Heh..." the little beggar chuckled, cupping her head and rewarding her with a slow, glistening strand of saliva that floated in the air.

The wife frowned, opened her mouth, and used her tongue to catch his thin strands of saliva. She tilted her head back and spat it all into her mouth.

The little beggar stroked his penis contentedly. Knowing her thoughts, the wife turned around again, pressed her face against the elevator wall, and raised her buttocks to welcome his penetration.

The husband looked at the little guy with despair in his heart. He had already held his wife's plump buttocks.

Suddenly, a human face emerged from the metal sheet that the wife was pressed against, and the face let out a low growl of "Ah..." Accompanied by the wife's terrified scream. A tall, old figure passed through her and disappeared into the wall on the other side, carrying the little beggar.

At this moment, the wife's body went limp and fell to the ground. The husband hurriedly helped her up, and the elevator door opened... (III)

The ghost had absolute right to play with, possess, and use the wife's beautiful flesh. It was like a contract that had been reached between humans and ghosts, and even the couple could not resist it spiritually. They could only cater to it and actively cater to it.

A few days of peace made them wonder if everything was truly over. The dark bedroom was filled with breathless, heart-pounding breathing. After a passionate, intimate moment, the wife knelt seductively on top of her husband, shyly caressing his swollen penis, guiding it along the cleft.

Even in the darkness, her beautiful body displayed its full curves, the tips of her breasts trembling slightly with each movement. Both their bodies were completely consumed by desire; the moment their organs touched, the young bodies simultaneously let out a ecstatic sigh. The husband thrust his hips high, hoping for a more complete penetration.

"Ah..." The wife suddenly felt two more hands on her body. Her husband's hands were on her hips. And two more...?

Those hands lifted her breasts, raised them, slid towards her nipples, grabbed them, and savagely pulled them outwards, her body arching forward in pain in the direction of those hands. "Ah..."

"Wife? What's wrong?" The husband sat up with concern, then suddenly stared in disbelief... A face slowly emerged from behind his wife. It was a completely black face, devoid of any reflective quality; it was clear the man had been burned to death. Only the eyes and nose were vaguely visible, the mouth weakly open, oozing oils from the heat. The husband had never seen such a horrifying sight up close before. He froze, his previously swollen penis instantly limp. Seeing her husband's terrified expression, the wife was even more frightened and dared not look.

"You can't..." The terrifying black face continued to toy with his wife's body, his flat hand moving down the smooth lines of her abdomen. "

Ugh..." The wife's sensitive body let out a painful whimper. She could clearly feel the hand sliding down to the base of her abdomen.

"Her follicles are almost ripe, they're going to carry on the Bao family line, I can't bear to play with them... Tomorrow... tomorrow night they'll be fully ripe." The terrifying black face bit his wife's earlobe with its small mouth.

"Mmm..." Although she was filled with fear and disgust at the horrible sight, she couldn't explain why she felt an absolute, submissive instinct in her mind. Her hands, still trying to please, reached behind him and gently stroked his lower back. Her husband's feelings were exactly the same—a mixture of fear and submission.

"Want it? Tomorrow, let his uncle satisfy you..."

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The following afternoon, the couple, with uneasy hearts, embarked on their journey to find the uncle, following instructions. For the husband, it was even more contradictory; today he was about to give his wife's snow-white body to a man he had never seen before. What did he look like? How old was he...? Arriving in Changpai Town at dusk, they drove to the garbage dump, following directions. Just then, a garbage truck approached from afar, and a group of garbage collectors rushed forward, including both young and old, men and women. The garbage truck slowly lifted, and countless pieces of garbage, billowing with dust, were dumped out. The group rushed forward like warriors. The husband's heart trembled at the thought that his uncle, Bao Qigui, was among that group.

"Excuse me, who is Bao Qigui?" Enduring the pungent stench, the husband asked the man.

"Huh? What did you say?" The mechanical noise of the garbage truck was almost inaudible.

"I'm looking for Bao Qigui!"

The man was taken aback at first, then turned and called to the old man not far away, "Old Bao, hey, Old Bao!" Seeing that the old man didn't hear him, he pointed at him, "Look, he's..." and then hurriedly started rummaging through the garbage.

The husband glanced at the old man; he looked to be almost sixty, but according to the dark-faced ghost, he was probably around fifty. The old man had a buzz cut, most of his hair was white, his back was hunched, he dragged a woven bag, and his skin was dark. He already had a beverage bottle in one hand, and was still rummaging through the garbage with the other.

The husband's heart pounded wildly, but he still stumbled closer, "Uncle Bao!" He didn't even know how to address him. Especially knowing that he was about to offer his wife's body to him like a pimp, he felt a dry mouth and a burning heat in his chest.

The old man continued rummaging through the trash, finally pulling a piece of wire from the pile. He ignored her husband, clearly not having heard.

Just as her husband was about to approach and shout, a middle-aged man behind the old man, who looked quite arrogant, kicked him. The man, shirtless, had a dark, greasy physique. "Get lost, get away from me!" he yelled. The old man nearly fell over, looked up, and exclaimed, "You idiot!" Then, as if used to it, he quickly made way for him. As he stood up, he saw her husband.

"Uncle Bao! I need to talk to you!"

"Huh?" The old man looked at him, puzzled.

"I need to talk to you!" Her husband didn't know what to say.

"Huh?" Although the garbage truck had driven away, the old man was clearly hard of hearing; his voice was almost a shout, as if half the garbage dump could hear him.

The group of people quickly rummaged through the garbage in the truck and looked up at them, wondering why someone dressed so well and driving a small car would come looking for the old man. What could he want?

"Speak louder, he's deaf!" The arrogant bear was getting impatient, acting all high and mighty. "Hey, cultured people are so refined, they even speak softly."

"I need to talk to you," the husband shouted.

"What is it?" The old man's hesitant manner made him even more wary .

"It's...it's a long story, let's find somewhere to talk!" The husband led the old man out of the garbage heap, which made the old man seem a little reluctant. What was going on so mysteriously? Back at the truck, the husband reluctantly began to explain. The old man was stunned, glancing at his wife in the truck, then looking even more disbelieving, while the husband continued to explain. The group of people, sensing that no more garbage trucks would come today, dispersed, looking at them with suspicion, guessing what was going on. They had nothing better to do than collect garbage.

"What's going on? What's going on? Did you manage to fool this silly old man?" The arrogant bear approached them like a patriarch, followed by several onlookers. "What's wrong, old man? Did you scare yourself?"

"Nothing, nothing. We'll handle it ourselves, really nothing," the husband forced an awkward smile, hoping to dissuade them. Many people curiously peered into the car and saw a beautiful young woman inside, her delicate face enough to make anyone's heart flutter. She had her arms crossed over her chest, nervously pressing them against her breasts, making the men's eyes practically pop out. They greedily scanned her body; she wore a simple, form-fitting white t-shirt dress that outlined her alluring figure without reservation. Her snow-white, full breasts were visible from the wide neckline, and what was even more alluring was the natural cleavage formed by her white, elastic breasts. A glimpse of low-cut black lingerie peeked out from under the thin t-shirt, extending down to her fair thighs, which were covered by black stockings forming a small mesh pattern beneath the skirt.

"What's wrong? What's going on with you all?" the bear spoke first.

"It's really nothing."

"Old Bao, what's wrong!" Seeing Old Bao's utterly pathetic state, the arrogant fellow slapped him hard on the back of the head. "Speak!"

"...He said...he said he'd have his wife give me a son!" The old man looked completely aggrieved, as if he'd been deceived.

"Wow, such a good thing?" The bear was both envious and disbelieving, shoving her husband and saying, "Damn it, you guys are so shameless to try and scam an old garbage collector like this! Using such a despicable method."

"Oh, so shameless, using such a pretext to deceive people." The only short, plump middle-aged woman in the crowd shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Wow, this is so awesome!" The other men smirked with lewd delight, seemingly already imagining themselves toying with the alluring woman before them.

"I...I..." The husband's face flushed crimson and then purple, as if his lie had been exposed. He turned to Old Man Bao and said, "Uncle Bao really wasn't lying to you." The wife on the bus was even more ashamed, feeling that someone was still watching her with ill intent. She tightened her arms, which were wrapped around her chest.

"I...I have a letter...to your brother!" The husband suddenly seemed to remember something.

"Bullshit, they're long dead!" Old Man Bao said firmly, glaring at her.

"Damn it, you bunch of scoundrels! You even lied to an old man like him!"

"He...even if he were alive, he wouldn't know many words, how could he write a letter?" Old Man Bao added.

"I...I wrote it for him..."

"Get off the bus, let that young woman off the bus." Another middle-aged man next to him shrieked in a voice like a eunuch. He was even more eager to see the young woman's graceful figure.

“Yes, let that young wife get down too, don’t let the swindler get away.” An old man with a pointed face and a mole like a matchmaker’s mark next to his nose, with several strangely long black hairs sticking out of it, opened the door and grabbed his wife’s arm, pulling her off the carriage.

“Tell me, is it a scam?” Three other nosy, dirty old men chimed in. Three children watched and chuckled, one of them a little girl covering her mouth with her dirty hand and saying, “So embarrassing, so embarrassing.”

Seeing such a beautiful woman being pulled out of the carriage by a eunuch, those nearby also tugged at her a few times. Several black handprints were left on her snow-white t-shirt. Some were on her waist, some were even more directly on her buttocks, and they were smeared handprints. The wife, wearing sexy high-heeled sandals, struggled to move her legs in the mud.

Seeing his wife’s body being weakly and delicately pushed, the husband anxiously shouted, “No, please don’t…”

"Old Bao, your young wife is here." The matchmaker with the mole shoved his wife against Old Bao. Old Bao seemed to smell her fragrance, but didn't move. He glanced at his wife and then put on a righteous expression of being deceived. When his wife bumped into this old man who was a head shorter than her, she unintentionally revealed a tender and shy look.

"I really didn't lie to you." Her soft voice almost made the old man lose his mind, especially with her soft body leaning against him; he was almost about to have a nosebleed.

(IV)

"Wow, Old Bao, you're so lucky! She really likes you, hahaha!" The short, fat middle-aged woman laughed mockingly.

"It's true, so hug him, pick him up." The eunuch-like man continued to provoke, grabbing his wife's arm and wrapping it around Old Bao's neck.

His wife didn't resist at all, staying close to him. The moment her lotus-root-like arm touched his shoulder, Old Bao almost froze.

"Wow, no way!"

"They're a perfect match!"

"Wow, did you see that? Did you see that?" The matchmaker seemed to have noticed that his wife wasn't wearing a bra; her round breasts pushed up her clothes, revealing two small nipples. They also couldn't see any panty lines.

"I...we really didn't lie to you..." The husband tried to explain, but seeing no one paying attention, he turned his gaze to the bear. "You guys can leave!"

"If you leave, you'll start lying!" The bear replied indifferently, his heart already captivated by the alluring body before him.

"Old man, don't be shy! You idiot!"

"That's right, she's offered herself up, why are you being polite?" The matchmaker grabbed the old man's wrist and pulled him towards his wife's chest. The old man nervously looked at his wife's pretty face, his hand naturally reaching for her breasts.

"Mmm..." Being sexually abused in front of everyone made his wife's body even more sensitive. Her body trembled alluringly, without the slightest resistance, her face pressed against the old man's head, letting out a meaningful breath.

"Soft, isn't it?"

"Feels good, doesn't it!"

Old Bao ignored them, pinching her breast with a puzzled look, feeling the elasticity of her mature breasts. He really wanted to play with them, but then he pulled his hand back abruptly.

"Hey! You're such a bear!"

"I really didn't lie to him! I really didn't lie to him!" the husband shouted confidently. He then turned to Old Bao, "I really didn't lie to you."

"Then let's get started!"

"Once we leave, won't this silly old man be completely fooled by you?"

"Who are you trying to fool! What's it like to have your breasts pinched in your line of work?" The bear also wanted to take advantage of the situation.

"Ah! No!" The wife noticed his intentions, and as soon as she turned around, he grabbed her breast. "Ah...it hurts!"

"Why don't you lie to me?" The bear tightened his grip. The middle-aged woman's mouth also twitched, as if she could also feel her wife's pain.

"Ouch..." The wife grabbed his arm but couldn't muster any strength, her body giving way in pain as she squatted down.

"No...no! Uncle! I'm not lying to you...really..." the husband pleaded anxiously. "Bao..."

The bear pulled her breasts closer to him, his other arm around his wife's neck, asking, "Tell me, is it true?"

The wife arched her back in pain, her voice barely audible. "It's true..." Tears welled up in her eyes.

The others watched the shirtless bear pressed against the wife's body, feeling both envious and enjoying it. Especially the pain on the wife's face, which to them was the pleasure of ravaging a beautiful woman.

The bear's large hands wantonly kneaded her breasts, and he said in a commanding tone, "Then let him do it here!"

The wife looked terrified, first shaking her head, then nodding a few times helplessly.

"Wow, old man Bao, you're lucky! A beauty!"

"Old man, can you handle it? Don't be unable to get it up!" Someone pulled down his big shorts, revealing his old penis.

"Hey!" The old man nervously pulled them up again.

"Haha!" The middle-aged woman's shrill laughter rang in his ears again.

"What are you afraid of! Even that young wife isn't afraid!"

"Then! Let's go to the car!" the husband shouted nervously.

"Right here! Don't try anything funny!" The bear didn't give the husband a chance at all.

"This! Here?" The husband could hardly believe his ears.

"I knew they were going to try something funny!

" "Right here! Let us see the spectacle too."

"Go on!" The bear pushed his wife towards Old Man Bao.

"No way!" Old Man Bao saw his wife standing in front of him, looking troubled, and then glanced at her alluring figure again. If they were on the street, a young woman like that would never give him a second glance, and besides, he had never been with a woman in his life because his family was poor. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but spit, even though his mouth was already very dry.

Facing the crowd, the wife's body stiffened a little, not knowing where to start. She pursed her lips and hooked her snow-white arm around the old man's neck.

"Come on, you kids, come on!" someone started shooing the children away.

"Stop making noise!"

"No...look!" But not a single child listened to him.

“Ew… How embarrassing…” The little girl covered her face with her hands, but spread her fingers as wide as possible.

“Ew… Really? That’s shameless!” The middle-aged woman grinned, shrinking her head back.

“Old man, you should take the initiative…”

“Strip her naked…” The man’s voice was so excited.

“Strip her naked and fuck her to death…”

Old Bao raised his hand, a little hesitant… He glanced at his wife’s expression; she looked so serene and shy, gazing at his shoulder, without any sign of resistance.

The husband’s feelings were even more complicated. He was uneasy that his wife would have to do that kind of thing in front of so many people, but excited that the completion of the command might also include his wife’s forced exposure.

Old Bao hesitated for a moment, then placed his hands on her two round breasts. The unusual warmth, softness, and elasticity were too real; his old body trembled.

“Mmm…” His wife exhaled a long, orchid-like breath, her slender waist twisting uneasily. Almost half of the men’s penises were erect in excitement.

The old man looked up at his young wife again, excited and uneasy; she looked submissive and gentle. The old man carefully kneaded her breasts, and those around him could see his hands moving. Her full breasts deformed in his hands through her t-shirt. Many people rushed behind him, eager to witness his wife's shy and bashful state.

The old man tried to squeeze her breasts together, the two full mounds deforming as they pressed together. He craned his neck, peering with a voyeuristic gaze at the changes in her cleavage beneath her neckline, feeling a rush of heat to his head, his face flushing red.

His wife seemed to understand his thoughts, her chin resting shyly on one shoulder, leaning slightly forward, her t-shirt neckline naturally drooping.

The old man, and those behind him, could easily see into her clothes—so white! Her snow-white body was covered by a low-cut, mesh halter top. Her pink nipples peeked out from the mesh, or rather, were trapped by the seams.

"Oh, I see them, I see them..."

"Eh..." the men behind her whispered with delight.

"Ah, how embarrassing..." the wife couldn't help but sigh for herself. Her body was almost at a 90-degree angle, forming a "7" shape, with her legs slightly apart.

The husband felt a little weak, yet also excited, leaning against the car, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Old man, are you ready? Let's get started!"

"Beautiful lady, give this old man a service... This old man is too old to do it..."

"Oh yeah, be proactive."

His tattered vest was so worn that the sleeves almost reached his waist. His wife's eyes were slightly closed, looking like she was in a state of infatuation, as she carefully stroked the old man's body, her slender hands sliding down to his vest and teasing him. The old man's throat was churning, as if he had phlegm stuck in it.

"Is the old man enjoying it? Getting touched by a beautiful woman must be so pleasurable!" The crowd watched as the wife's full breasts bounced in the old man's outstretched palm.

The wife shyly smoothed her hair again, sticking out her tongue to tease his dark nipples that were exposed outside his tattered vest, even though his body odor was unbearable for her.

"You tell me, do those prostitutes also serve men like this?" The middle-aged woman looked disgusted.

"They'll serve you the way you serve your men!"

"Go to hell, you deadbeat, am I a whore?"

"You try doing that kind of work, see if they'll want you!" A group of men burst into laughter.

"Old man, don't just think about your own enjoyment, strip her naked... stop dawdling..."

"Is that okay?" The old man had never enjoyed a woman before, let alone such tenderness. He asked his wife doubtfully.

"Whatever you want..." After a simple answer, his wife went to serve his other dark nipple.

The old man frowned a few times, grabbed the back of her t-shirt, and slowly pulled it up. Several nosy men immediately ran behind her, and some even squatted down to peek without any restraint. Their eyes almost met.

"Don't look like that!" The wife's body became weak with shame, her face pressed against the old man's chest, one hand holding his shoulder, the other covering her groin. The t-shirt that the old man had been pulling down fell all the way down to the back of her neck.

"Wow! Dressed like that!"

"Ugh, so shameless!"

"So sexy,"

"That dress has an open crotch..."

"Looks like she's not wearing underwear!"

It was a black strapless, low-cut, open-crotch bodysuit with fishnet stockings, the kind that young couples usually wore when making love. But this time, it was the ghost's request.

"Spread your legs wider." The eunuch spread her legs apart.

"So embarrassing!" Her legs were powerless to resist the eunuch's actions, yet she seemed to enjoy their voyeuristic gaze, slightly raising her legs, widening her buttocks. The wife's face was pressed against the old man's chest, embracing his waist as if confiding. The old man looked at her plump, large, snow-white buttocks, raised high under the fishnet, and his body trembled even more violently. His large hands roamed uneasily over her smooth back.

"Wow, there's something embedded in her butt!"

Perhaps only the husband knew that his wife was wearing underwear, but it was the very sexy "C" shaped underwear.

"Isn't it slippery!" The eunuch's large hands began to roam over his wife's legs.

"No...no..." It was almost impossible to close her legs again. Countless large hands began to wander between her legs. Some pinched her buttocks directly, some simply inserted their hands into the mesh, and some even went straight for her breasts. Soon, the mesh was torn in several places. Several children couldn't squeeze in, so they reached out from outside the crowd. Faced with large

and small hands from all directions, the wife could only squat down and hug the old man's legs.

"Hey! Hey!" The husband anxiously tried to stop it all.

"Get off, get off. Damn it, you're crushing me." The bear shouted at the top of his lungs, and as he straightened up, one or two people almost slipped off his back.

[To be continued]

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