The End of the World (1-6)

(1)

Smog. Under the dim yellow streetlights at night, the boundless smog gave me a suffocating feeling.

Riding my bicycle, I could only see a meter ahead. The already dim streetlights, shrouded in smog, looked like candles about to go out from afar. When I got closer, the streetlights reflected the smog, creating a supernatural illusion, like the Buddha's light of Mount Emei.

My wife has been chanting Buddhist prayers at home every night since my accident more than a year ago. She is a beautiful and charming woman with an equally beautiful name—Su Mei. She is very beautiful, with snow-white skin as smooth as warm jade, and a pair of large, clear eyes. Su Mei has practiced dance since childhood and is now a yoga instructor. She has a tall, curvaceous figure, high breasts, a round, perky bottom, and long, smooth legs. She is definitely a beauty that any man would drool over.

"Perhaps it's because Su Mei is so beautiful that we've suffered so much," I thought blankly as I rode my bicycle.

Today, before my night shift, I went to pick her up from the yoga studio where she works. When I arrived, she was still teaching a small class of students. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the classroom, Su Mei's sports bra and yoga pants were very tight, making her firm, beautiful breasts and long, slender legs particularly eye-catching. She probably wasn't wearing a bra under her sports bra, so her nipples were somewhat visible. Her yoga pants not only perfectly outlined her full, pert buttocks but also revealed a section of her fair calves, making her incredibly sexy. Most of her students were men, and their minds were clearly not just on yoga; they were glued to Su Mei's firm, youthful breasts perched atop her sports bra. Whenever she did a pose, her slender waist swayed, her full buttocks raised high, and the men's Adam's apples bobbed as they swallowed hard…

After class, many men would come up to chat her up. If I hadn't come to protect her every day, who knows what trouble would have ensued. We've been through so much together.

But lately, I don't know if it's because of Su Mei's devout Buddhist practices or because our luck has turned around and our lives have gradually stabilized, but my restless heart has also gradually calmed down.

My night shift starts at 10 PM. But I'm used to arriving early because I cherish this job. Although it's the night shift every day, at least the income is quite good.

Riding my bike to the back gate of the hospital where I work, the smog was even heavier. Looking from the back gate towards the research institute where I work the night shift as a security guard, I couldn't see anything at all, shrouded in fog. I glanced at my phone; it was still early. I parked my bicycle in the shed next to the gatehouse and greeted Old Zhang, the gatekeeper.

"Li Meng, could you watch the room for a bit? I'm going to get some hot water from the boiler room," Old Zhang said.

I checked my phone again, almost obsessively. There was still half an hour until 10:00, so I agreed and went into the gatehouse. I sat down at Old Zhang's worn-out wooden table. Next

to me, an old color TV with static was playing "Empresses in the Palace." "Pour yourself some water; there's still some hot water in this thermos," Old Zhang said as he carried another thermos out the door.

I agreed and checked my phone for news notifications. I saw a headline: "Mysterious Virus Unstoppable, 99% Fatality Rate," but when I clicked on it, I found it had already been deleted for violating policy. I suddenly remembered that there had been rumors of a mysterious virus outbreak lately, but I'd never seen any reports on TV news; there were only snippets online, which were quickly deleted.

"Ah—," a sharp scream suddenly rang out from afar, startling Old Zhang, who was about to leave, so much so that he almost dropped his thermos. He regained his senses, gestured towards me in the direction of the sound, and said, "It must be from your place. You work the night shift every night, aren't you scared?"

"You get used to it," I said calmly, glancing down at my phone and refusing to reply. When I accepted this job, I signed a confidentiality agreement, promising not to disclose anything about the research institute. I didn't want to lose this job.

Seeing that I wasn't going to continue the conversation, Old Zhang turned and walked towards the boiler room, muttering to himself, "I don't know if they're doing research or committing some kind of atrocity!"

I actually knew that there were many rumors circulating about the research institute where I worked the night shift security guard at the most famous Jiangjin University Affiliated Hospital in Jiangjin City. Jiangjin University was originally a church school, and its affiliated hospital predates the university itself; it was built by the Catholic Church during the late Qing Dynasty when treaty ports were opened. Our institute's former site was an orphanage built around the same time as the hospital.

The orphanage took in infants abandoned due to illness or disability. From the beginning, many strange rumors circulated. It was widely believed that foreign missionaries built the orphanage to kill infants and use their hearts and livers for medicine; the infants' bodies were supposedly cremated and thrown into a well in the orphanage's basement.

These rumors lacked concrete evidence, but they spread far and wide, eventually culminating in a massacre at the end of the Tongzhi reign in the Qing Dynasty. An enraged mob not only burned down the orphanage but also killed the foreign missionaries inside. The methods were said to be extremely cruel; one missionary named James was skinned alive. Even after being skinned, he didn't die but ran into the burning orphanage, his body mangled and his whereabouts unknown.

The nuns inside were gang-raped; they were stripped naked and hung from a crooked locust tree outside the orphanage, where they were violated and defiled by the mob. After being raped, their breasts and genitals were even cut off by the mob.

Later, the local government suppressed the mob; the three ringleaders were executed by slow slicing, and the next twelve were beheaded. The execution took place on the site of the orphanage. Following this, the Qing government not only paid reparations but also rebuilt a three-story European-style building on the site. This building was later used by the church to house and treat tuberculosis patients. Because there was no effective treatment at the time, it is rumored that many people died inside.

Later, during the Japanese invasion of China, Jiangjin City fell, and the church hospital was taken over by the Japanese. This three-story building became a place for secret Japanese biological experiments. No one knows what the Japanese did inside; it is only said that the Japanese sent many young women in their early twenties there, but no one was ever seen coming out.

After liberation, this small building remained vacant for a long time. Then, the Cultural Revolution broke out, and it became a place for imprisoning and criticizing those targeted for persecution. From then on, rumors of the building being haunted circulated, especially about the well in the basement, which still exists today. It is said that terrifying things often crawl out of the well…

After the Cultural Revolution ended, the building was abandoned again until a few years ago when Professor Shi Xuedong and his wife, Professor Yan Xiaolin, who was also his student, returned from the United States to teach at Jiangjin University. The building was then allocated to them as their research institute. It is said that this was because Yan Xiaolin really liked the architectural style of the building, which was similar to the style of her office at Princeton University in the United States.

The story about this building was told to me by Yan Xiaolin. She was Professor Shi Xuedong's prized student when he taught in the United States. She is only 28 years old this year, but she is already a very famous biologist. Yan Xiaolin is not only exceptionally intelligent, but also has a first-class appearance. She has fair skin, a pretty oval face, and her beautiful eyes always sparkle with wisdom and rationality. Yan Xiaolin had a fantastic figure, a slender waist, and a pair of breasts that, while not large, were firm and perky, always proudly displayed on her white lab coat, her curves beautiful and sexy. Her legs were long and her waist thin, and as she walked, her pert buttocks swayed naturally from side to side, a small but undeniably sexy movement. No wonder Professor Shi Xuedong, already in his fifties, would make a move on his student.

When Yan Xiaolin told me this, I had already passed my job interview. She said she had an obligation to tell me everything she knew, and then I could decide whether to accept the job. This made me quite fond of her, so I agreed almost without thinking. Hearing my reply, Yan Xiaolin made a face and said, "They all say this building is haunted at night, and the previous security guards never lasted very long. Aren't you afraid?"

I shook my head and said, "I'm not afraid!" She didn't know that if someone has killed someone, they become very bold.

(2)

Neither my wife, Su Mei, nor I are natives of Jiangjin City. We come from a dilapidated industrial city in Northeast China and graduated from the same local normal university. I was a sports specialty student and studied physical education, while Su Mei studied dance and was an art student.

I first met Su Mei at the freshman year arts performance. She danced a Xinjiang dance. I remember she wore a bright red dress and a black tight-fitting vest with gold trim, revealing her snow-white skin at the waist. Her slender waist was like a water snake, and she was naturally alluring. I fell in love with her almost at first sight.

I found out that she had joined the school's art troupe. In order to get closer to her, I also joined the art troupe. Because I was tall, I was responsible for odd jobs during the art troupe's performances, such as pulling curtains and so on. It was not easy to get the chance to meet Su Mei, but at that time she had already been pursued by a rich second-generation student from the school.

I also knew that rich second-generation student. His name was Wang Dong. Wang Dong's father was in charge of urban redevelopment and had connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles. Although our school was mediocre, admission still required taking the college entrance exam, but Wang Dong didn't take it at all; we had no idea how he got in. He wasn't tall, had dark skin, and a short, stocky build, but he was quite strong. In the summer, he always went shirtless in the dorm, showing off his grotesquely muscular arms.

He wasn't a bad person; his family was wealthy, he loved making friends, and he often treated his classmates to meals, especially those of us in the Physical Education department, who generally liked to party. So we hit it off, and he often came to our dorm to visit, drink, and chat.

Nobody knew how he won over Su Mei. Everyone guessed it was because of his money, but he boasted that it was because of his big penis that he made Su Mei feel good. However, when others teased him about how Su Mei knew he had a big penis before they slept together, he fell silent, only saying that Su Mei, despite her seemingly honest appearance, was actually quite promiscuous.

Whenever I heard him talk about his relationship with Su Mei like that, I was naturally furious, but I had no right to get angry. What did it have to do with me what Wang Dong was talking about his girlfriend?

But their relationship didn't seem to last long. Once, after an art troupe rehearsal, I saw Su Mei walking alone towards the dormitory, so I ran over to talk to her, feeling a little jealous, and asked her why her boyfriend hadn't come to pick her up. To my surprise, she just said to me indifferently, "He's not my boyfriend," and then lowered her head and walked away.

Not long after, I heard that they had broken up. I was a little puzzled as to why, but at the same time, I felt that this might be my chance. But before I could even launch my offensive against Su Mei, something else happened.

One evening, Wang Dong came to our dorm to drink. Xiao Liu, one of our roommates, borrowed some Korean adult film DVDs from somewhere and connected the dorm TV to the desktop computer. After watching for a while, everyone said it wasn't enough. Wang Dong then took out his laptop from his bag, connected it to the TV, and started playing Japanese adult videos. After a while, because they were censored, some people again complained it wasn't enough.

By this time, Wang Dong had drunk quite a bit; his dark face had turned purplish-red, and his eyes were bloodshot. He slurred, "Damn, buddies, let me show you something exciting!" Then he opened a hidden folder on his computer and found a video.

The video was probably recorded on a phone at night, with the room lights on, and the image was slightly yellowish. The camera was moving towards a large bed piled with white blankets. The sheets were also snow-white, suggesting a hotel room. The camera panned past the pile of blankets and revealed a person lying under the covers. Her hair was long and somewhat disheveled, and her face was unclear, but it was likely a girl. She was wearing a white bathrobe, which was casually open, revealing a patch of pinkish-white breast flesh. Although her breasts weren't fully exposed, it was easy to tell from her sexy collarbone and snow-white, plump breasts that she had a great figure.

Suddenly, the person filming pulled open the girl's bathrobe, and instantly a pair of full, firm, and smooth breasts, like budding flowers, shyly appeared. At the center of these delicate breasts, a pair of small, exquisite, crystal-clear, and incomparably rosy nipples stood proudly, bashful and hesitant. Everyone in the dormitory gasped.

Next, the person filming pulled the blanket off the girl and moved the camera down, passing over her smooth, flat abdomen. We then discovered that one of her hands was pressed against her equally smooth, hairless mons pubis, her fingers skillfully rubbing her vulva.

The camera zoomed in on the girl's vulva. Her labia were smooth and hairless, delicate and pink. As the fingers rubbed, spurts of enticing lubrication flowed from her vulva, glistening and wetting her fingers. I then noticed that all her fingers were painted red nail polish, except for her middle finger, which was bare, revealing neatly trimmed, shell-like nails. Her middle finger was now rubbing her already erect, pearl-like clitoris faster and faster.

The camera moved up again, and the girl's other hand had climbed onto one of her breasts. She supported the entire breast from below with four fingers, while her thumb skillfully flicked and stimulated her nipple. The rosy nipple was swollen with excitement. The camera continued to move up

, and the person filming reached out to smooth the girl's hair. We then realized that she was Su Mei! Another gasp rippled through the dormitory, and a strange mix of excitement and bittersweetness welled up inside me.

Su Mei's eyes were half-open, her gaze somewhat vacant, whether from drunkenness or some kind of drug, it was unclear, but a slight smile played on her lips, as if she were enjoying it.

The photographer lowered his head to kiss her, and she proactively extended her tongue. The camera panned, revealing the photographer in the frame—Wang Dong—who began a passionate kiss with Su Mei. The camera panned again, focusing on Su Mei's lower body; her long, slender legs were spread wide in an M-shape, her hands rubbing her clitoris faster and faster. Gasping, she said in a hoarse voice, "Eat my breasts!"

But Wang Dong didn't seem to suckle her breasts; instead, he stepped back, quietly watching her approach her climax. Su Mei's body tensed, her long, white legs split into a perfect split, her genitals thrusting upwards, her lower abdomen contracting, while her breasts rose high, her two excited nipples like two small agates.

Su Mei climaxed. She breathed heavily, her chest heaving, her breasts swaying. Just when we thought the video was about to end, a middle-aged man in a black t-shirt with a shaved head suddenly appeared in the frame. He glanced at the camera, and it turned out to be Wang Dong's father, Wang Ji, whom we had seen on television.

He walked straight to Su Mei, who was startled to see him. She cried out, "Uncle, no!" and frantically tried to pull the blanket to cover her naked body, but the blanket was nowhere to be found.

Wang Ji pressed down on Su Mei. Su Mei couldn't push him away, and she seemed too weak to hit him. He grabbed one of Su Mei's full, white breasts with one hand and began to knead it vigorously, while grabbing her hair with the other hand and kissing her on the lips. His tongue forced its way into Su Mei's tightly closed cherry lips.

Su Mei resisted weakly. Wang Ji reached out and touched her genitals, his hand covered in her vaginal fluid. He lewdly chuckled and said to Su Mei in a rough, hoarse voice, "Little slut, want Uncle's big cock to fuck you, huh?" Then he turned to Wang Dong and said, "Stop filming." The video ended there.

That night, I felt terrible, but I still masturbated thinking about Su Mei's naked body. When I ejaculated, my mind was filled with fantasies of Wang Ji's big cock thrusting into Su Mei.

After that day, news about the video spread, embellished and circulated widely. Eventually, Su Mei was pointed at and gossiped about on the street. She became quiet and withdrawn. It was during this time that I began to pursue her intensely and protected her from being bullied by the school's hooligans several times. Eventually, Su Mei became my girlfriend.

But the first time I slept with Su Mei, my mind was filled with scenes from the video. Even as I guided my penis into her wet vagina, I was still fantasizing about Wang Ji on top of her. I ejaculated quickly, and Su Mei didn't know why, thinking I lacked sexual experience.

But this didn't affect my love for Su Mei at all. We got married after graduation, and our married life was happy and peaceful until we encountered Wang Dong and his son again more than a year ago, which completely changed the course of our lives—I killed Wang Dong and Wang Ji because they not only framed me but also gang-raped Su Mei.

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