The Silent World

Chapter 1
I slowly opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling light, my vision blurred. My lips, tightly pressed together, struggled to open with my tongue, just a little bit moist. "
Mom, I want water,"
my voice came out dryly. My mouth was dry and I was hungry. The sunlight streaming in from the window was blinding. I lay back on the bed and called out again, "Mom, I want water." The expected nagging from my mother, and the water I wanted, didn't come. The house was quiet. I thought, "Oh well, I don't even know what time it is. Another all-nighter."
I got up, grabbed some water from the living room, grabbed a piece of bread from the refrigerator, went back to my room, and turned on the computer. The bread, which I usually disliked, tasted delicious under the influence of hunger.
The sunlight was too bright, so I stood up. Suddenly, through the window, I saw countless people standing on the lawn of the community, on the road at the entrance. My parents were standing below, their heads tilted back, seemingly looking at something in the sky. I tilted my head and looked in the direction the crowd was staring at. Damn, the dazzling sun stung my eyes. "
What's going on?
" I muttered, sitting down. Logged in. "
Damn, is it lagging?"
All the players in the game were standing still. I tried attacking a monster in the wild. Success! No one was stealing the monster. Hehe, so satisfying! Another happy afternoon. My stomach started growling again. I stood up, opened the curtains, and shouted to my mother, "Mom, what time is it? Why aren't you cooking? I'm hungry." I glanced at the
clock on the table. "
It's already four in the afternoon. What are you looking at?"
"You didn't even acknowledge me. Pathetic. Unemployed college graduates have no status. It's only been a year, almost two, but you can't treat me like this."
My parents downstairs and countless other people in the neighborhood remained unmoved. I tilted my head again and looked at the sky. "What
the hell? There's nothing but blue sky. What are you looking at? I'm about to explode!"
Wearing flip-flops, I opened the door and rushed downstairs. As soon as I stepped out of the building, I looked up at the world. Blue sky, white clouds, not a single bird in
sight. The ground floor was packed with people. "Excuse me, excuse me," I called out, head bowed, hurrying to my parents. "Mom, aren't you going to cook? I'm hungry," I said, pulling at my mother. She turned around as if she were a block of wood, her head still held high, her eyes vacant. "
Mom, what's wrong? Don't scare me."
I pulled at my father, who, like my mother, turned around as I pulled. His head was still held high, his eyes vacant. I looked back at the crowd I had just passed through; everyone was standing there, blankly staring. I kept shaking this person, pushing that person, "Uncle Zhang, Aunt Li, Fatty.
" No one reacted.
A sudden, overwhelming fear engulfed me. I screamed, even losing my shoe, but I didn't dare pick it up. Barefoot, I ran back home. I slammed the door shut, as if trying to shut the fear out. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. After a long while, I came to my senses, slowly climbed onto the balcony, pressed myself against the ground, and slowly raised my head to look outside. Everyone I saw stood there, frozen in place. At that moment, I desperately wished the crowd would move, then point at me and laugh. But after a long time, my stretched neck was already sore and stiff, yet the crowd remained unchanged. The sun set, and night fell. Lights were on in every house, their glow scattering outside, illuminating the crowded, still people in the neighborhood like a small grove. Like a grove hiding evil spirits or ferocious beasts. I suppressed my fear, holding my breath, as if any deep breath would attract the unknown terror within the crowd. I waved my already numb arms, slowly retreating from the living room to my bedroom. I jumped onto the bed like a spring, wrapped the blanket tightly around myself, shivering, breathing heavily under the covers. I closed my eyes tightly, telling myself it was a dream. Then I peeked out from under the covers, slightly opened one eye, and closed it again.
The next day, sunlight streamed in through the window. I stared, my eyes bloodshot, at the bright sunlight outside. Hunger gnawed at me. I got out of bed, climbed onto the table, and slowly raised my head, only to see the same motionless crowd. Sitting on the cold floor, fear and hunger overwhelmed me. It seemed the sunlight gave me courage, or perhaps hunger drove me to recklessness. I pulled out my tracksuit from the closet. After nearly two years of staying home, wearing my old school tracksuit looked so ridiculous. I grabbed a kitchen knife, put on my shoes at the door, took a deep breath, and dashed out of the house like Liu Xiang, out of the building, and into the sunlight.
I gripped the knife tightly, staring at the sea of dark heads. I moved slowly, trying not to bump into anyone in the crowd, countless horror and zombie movies flashing through my mind. Suddenly, the listless, vacant eyes of the girl upstairs appeared before me. The pent-up fear, suppressed for so long, finally broke free. "Ah!"
I screamed, bursting into the crowd, shoving everyone aside. The cleaver had already fallen to the ground with that scream. I rushed straight to the small supermarket at the entrance of the complex.
The owner and his wife stood blankly outside; the supermarket was empty. I closed the glass door and grabbed a bunch of lollipops for children. I wrapped them around the doorknob again and again, until I had tied everything I could find to it. I pressed my back against the door, breathing heavily. The shelves were overflowing with food. I rushed over, grabbed a bag, and devoured it like a starving dog; the hunger in my stomach finally vanished. I grabbed a large stack of plastic bags from the counter and packed everything in sight. Clutching four or five huge plastic bags in each hand, I plunged into the crowd and rushed home. When I got home, only two bags full of milk carton remained; the dried goods were scattered along the road I had run.
For the next week, I ran frantically along that short stretch of road. I ate, slept, ate again, and ran whenever I ran out of food. Gradually, loneliness enveloped me, consuming my fear. "
So be it," I thought, stepping out of my house, my body tense, slowly walking into the crowd, leaving the neighborhood. Countless black heads lolled across the city, countless people stood frozen in place. I picked up a hose from a construction site by the roadside. I rushed into every shop I saw, smashing everything with the hose. One shop after another. I smashed up an entire commercial street, then collapsed to the ground. I prayed silently, praying for the police sirens to sound, praying that the frozen crowd would suddenly move and arrest this thug. Darkness fell, and the fear in my heart swelled again. I ran back home, hiding under the covers, trembling. The next day, the sun rose, and I stepped out of my house. Looking at the silent streets and the silent crowds, I gripped the hose, the handle wrapped with yarn. I went into a shop, found the place to put the money, and with trembling hands, excitedly stuffed all the cash into a plastic bag I'd prepared beforehand. Then I went to the next shop, until the bag was full. I walked out, chose a motorcycle, took the keys from the driver's pocket (who was standing there dumbfounded), hung the plastic bag on the motorcycle, and went to the next shop. When the motorcycle was full of plastic bags, I went home, emptied the bags, and went out again. Three days later, I woke up surrounded by a pile of banknotes, stepping on the money scattered all over the room, and burst into laughter. I laughed so heartily, tears streaming down my face.
Sitting atop a pile of banknotes, I ate instant noodles and drank milk from a paper bottle, my mind racing with thoughts: "When I'm rich, I'll buy a new computer, a Harley-Davidson, a Mercedes for Dad (he loves cars), a shop for Mom to collect rent, and a few apartments in Dinghuang Zunyuan. Then I'll throw this stack of money in front of Xiaoya's parents and shout, 'I bought your daughter!
Hahaha!'" Thinking of Xiaoya, her beautiful face, her soft body, her wet vulva—my genitals were so inviting. My lower body heated up.
I felt a surge of heat, my penis hard and burning. Outside, the night was deep; for the first time, I stepped out of my room in the darkness.
Downstairs, countless women stood in the crowd, countless women I had fantasized about. I wanted to have sex with them, to penetrate their bodies, to ejaculate deep inside them. With my hard cock, I opened the building door, bumping into people as I walked. Each time I bumped into a woman, I grabbed a handful of her breasts. I don't know how many breasts I grabbed along the way—full, firm, or soft. I went into the building's management office and turned on all the streetlights. The dimly lit neighborhood suddenly brightened. I slowly walked along the street, determined to choose a good one for my first time. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I stopped in front of a girl.
I had seen this girl before, though I didn't know her name, but I vividly remembered her enormous breasts. Every morning when I went out for breakfast, I would see her jogging outside. Especially in the summer, she wore sportswear and shorts, and as her breasts bounced up and down, I would involuntarily get hard. When I got home, I would always think about her bouncing breasts, her round, firm buttocks, then masturbate hard before falling into a deep sleep. I stood before her, her head tilted back, her slender neck so white. She wore a short-sleeved, ruffled blouse with a dark floral pattern, and short, knee-length shorts with the same pattern. On her delicate pink feet were Hello Kitty slippers. The breasts I had longed for trembled slightly beneath her blouse with her breath, so alluring. I was excited, as if touching a precious treasure, and slipped my hand under the loose blouse. My fingertips felt the silky smoothness and warmth of her skin. I grasped them, my palm slowly sliding up her waist. My penis throbbed, my heart pounded. Finally, my thumb felt the soft, smooth touch, then my web of my hand, following the incredibly warm curve of her skin. My hands rose with the curve, finally reaching the climax, a small, flat nipple brushing against my palm.
I began to knead vigorously, teasing those two flat nipples. I tore off her clothes, hugged her tightly, lowered my head, and bit into her soft, white mound, opening my mouth as wide as possible and pressing my face against it.
So big! My tongue teased the flat nipples. I buried my face deep in her cleavage, using my hands to hold my head between her breasts, inhaling deeply the girl's breath, laughing with pleasure. My penis pressed against her through our pants, and I roared as I looked at her body, hoisting her onto my shoulder and running home. I kept knocking people down along the way, my heart racing as I ran.
The life of a shut-in loser had weakened my body; before I even reached the building entrance, I was already panting heavily.
The beautiful body on my body pressed against me, urging me on, when suddenly I tripped and fell. In that instant of losing my balance, I grabbed onto someone next to me, clutching them desperately like a lifeline. I fell, my head slamming hard against a soft piece of flesh, the small bump pressing against my eyeball. My testicles slammed into the person's hand, and I jumped up screaming. Clutching my groin, I kicked her twice. Once the pain subsided, I saw the person I'd dragged down to cushion the impact and who'd bumped into my testicles. Long, flowing hair, a delicate, oval face, black-rimmed glasses, her camisole nightgown half-open, revealing a semi-circular breast, the hem of her black floral camisole falling to her waist, and her red lace, semi-sheer panties starkly visible between her slightly parted legs.
Under the streetlight, a small, dark shadow appeared where the lace had been cut, and her panties tightly hugged her genitals, the crotch slightly sunken. My penis, which had gone limp from the pain, thawed again. The woman was Ms. Zhang from the ninth floor, someone I often saw in the elevator. She'd only moved into the building this year after getting married. In my memory, she always had a serene smile, wore formal clothes, and had a pair of glasses—a very intellectual beauty. I never expected to see Ms. Zhang in such a seductive light today, especially with those glasses. Countless images of lewd teachers from adult videos flashed through my mind, countless scenes of thick semen shooting onto faces wearing glasses slid through my brain.
As I sat panting on the floor piled with banknotes, looking at the motionless girl and Teacher Zhang on my parents' bed, I grabbed a Red Bull, drank two cans, and took a cold shower. Carrying six people out of the elevator and two women into the room had exhausted me. I got into bed, lay between them, and placed their breasts against my face. Their soft thighs each held my hand, and feeling the warmth between their legs, I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up very early, opening my eyes to the side. A pair of huge, white breasts were right at the tip of my nose. I thought it was probably a hallucination, so I moved to the other side and opened my eyes to a pair of even larger, white breasts, with faintly visible veins, right next to the tip of my nose. A hallucination. I stuck out my tongue and licked the nipple. Hmm, it felt good. This dream was pretty good. Suddenly, I jolted awake, sitting up to find two naked, beautiful bodies lying opposite each other, their undulating curves displaying their exquisite beauty. Suddenly, I remembered. The inexplicable, frozen moments, the memories of being the only one present—the frenzied robbery, the shop-smashing spree, and the exhaustion from carrying in two women last night. I slapped myself hard, the pain on my cheek so real. I got out of bed, found a coin, spun it, and stared intently until it settled.
(Familiar, right? Haha) It seemed I wasn't dreaming, not hallucinating. Teacher Zhang lay naked on the bed, her legs slightly bent, her back to me, while the young woman faced her in the same position. This was my final arrangement before bed last night; it wasn't a hallucination. My gaze swept over the two smooth, alluring bodies: Teacher Zhang's straight, smooth back, her rounded buttocks, and the barely concealed labia between her thighs. I was excited, laughing heartily, jumping onto the bed and lying between the two women, turning my head to kiss them incessantly, sucking on their breasts. My hands slipped between two plump thighs, teasing the two distinct genitals. The girl's pubic hair was softer than Mr. Zhang's, and her labia were tightly closed; Mr. Zhang had more pubic hair, and her labia minora were exposed. My penis throbbed with rage within the warm, moist flesh. Unfortunately, no matter how I teased them, both women's labia remained dry. But that didn't deter me. I laid them both down, looked them over, and finally decided to do the girl first, then Mr. Zhang, and finally ejaculate on Mr. Zhang's bespectacled face. I parted the girl's legs and licked her. Hmm, not bad, she probably just took a shower (?). The girl's genitals had no odor. My tongue roamed between her labia, and I parted her labia with both hands. The bright red flesh was so real in front of me. The clitoris was tightly wrapped, the urethra was small, and the vaginal opening was tightly closed. My tongue licked the vaginal opening, going deeper and deeper. I stretched out my fingers to pry open the delicate vaginal opening and looked inside. Instantly, my eyes widened. I spread the girl's vaginal opening a little wider with my fingers and finally saw the membrane. My heart skipped a beat, and my penis felt like a branding iron. I spat on the girl's vaginal opening, but it wasn't enough. I jumped down... I nearly slipped on the banknotes on the bed. I grabbed a can of Red Bull and chugged it down. I spat several times on my hands and wiped it all over my erect penis. I parted the girl's legs, gripped my penis with one hand, and pressed it against her vulva. Excitedly, I slowly forced open her labia. With the help of saliva, I opened her vaginal opening. It was difficult; her vagina was dry due to lack of lubrication. I pulled out, added some saliva to the glans, and thrust in again, hitting her hymen. I excitedly and triumphantly shouted, "I, Hu Hansan, am back!" With a powerful thrust, I pierced her hymen and entered her warm passage.
(The silent television building, all the screens black. Suddenly, one computer screen lit up, then all the screens, flashing the words: "Target completed, mission one. Gene control system activated. Primary reaction system activated. Countdown begins. Observing.")
I slowly thrust in and out. The girl's dry vagina scraped painfully against my penis as I thrust forcefully. Seeing the bright red blood on my penis, I lay down on top of her, sucking on her breast and playing with her nipples. Gradually, her nipples hardened and became erect. Her vagina gradually became moist, and slowly, lubricating fluid flowed out. The warm, slippery vagina made my thrusting easier. I glanced cautiously at the girl and then at Teacher Zhang; they were still as listless and dazed as ever. Ignoring my doubts, I pounded and thrust forcefully. I had to ejaculate inside her, even if it was just as a ritual to deflower her. I thought triumphantly. The sensation of her tight grip sent waves of pleasure through my brain, the pleasure of possession, the pleasure of her tight grip, making me feel like I was floating on air. The premonition of ejaculation came, and I gripped the girl's slender waist tightly, increasing the frequency of my thrusts.
With a final roar, the surging pleasure drove me to thrust deeper once more. The ejaculation was so pleasurable, it felt like my very soul was screaming with joy.
I collapsed onto the girl, drenched in sweat, panting heavily, silently thinking, "You're really weak, aren't you?" My limp penis withdrew with each deep breath, and I rolled over to lie beside her, my hand gently caressing her. It was a habit I'd developed since Xiaoya—to caress her body, hold her, and whisper sweet nothings after each ejaculation. The changes in her body, and the fact that she hadn't washed in almost a month yet was still clean, alerted me, but the damned silence, the lingering pleasure of my soul... "
Whatever, if you wake up, everyone wakes up. Locking me in prison is better than being trapped like this among countless puppets." I looked at Teacher Zhang, her beautiful body, her status as a married woman, the desire that had lingered on her face. "
You'll be awake soon, won't you? Anyway, I dragged you home and you're lying naked next to me. You'll get caught even if you do nothing, so let me enjoy myself a bit."
I thought to myself, my penis hardening again from the stimulation of desire. "Not hard enough," I thought, turning over to sit between Teacher Zhang's legs, saying, "Teacher, your butt is showing, so much pubic hair." I traced lines on Teacher Zhang's labia with my fingers, prying open her labia minora to look at the tender flesh inside, looking at her tightly closed vaginal opening. "Teacher, is this your vaginal opening? Teach me. Ah, aren't you a physiology teacher? Why are you putting your genitals in front of me? Do you need my pointer?"
My mutterings, coupled with Teacher Zhang's silence, finally made me hard. I spat and forced it in, the dry feeling was really unpleasant. I thought for a moment, then got up and got some sesame oil from home, rubbed it on my penis, then poured some into my hand and inserted it into Teacher Zhang's vagina. "
Teacher, your pussy is so dry, let me lubricate it for you, then teach me about hygiene," I amused myself, smoothly inserting my penis. It felt very slippery, and I thrust hard. I kept saying, "Teacher, did I learn well in class?" "Teacher, what score would you give me?" "Teacher, shouldn't I be praised for working so hard?" I thrust forcefully into Teacher Zhang's beautiful flesh, the bed shook from my impact, and Teacher Zhang's breasts bounced. I leaned over to kiss the girl's nipples. The girl was sensitive, and soon her nipples were aroused by my tongue. I quietly grasped one of Teacher Zhang's large breasts with one hand and flicked her nipple, but there was still no reaction. I gave up and tightly gripped her two soft flesh, thrusting desperately. A huge wave of pleasure washed over me, and I increased my speed. At the moment of reaching my limit, I suddenly stood up. I knelt on Teacher Zhang's head, pressing my penis tightly against her face. One shot, two shots, three shots. The spurting semen landed on her hair, glasses, nose, and face. Watching my own fluids splatter on the beautiful face of the teacher whom the children admired, the pleasure was no less than ejaculating into a virgin's vagina. I smeared the remaining semen on Teacher Zhang's face, then flicked my glans at her two soft nipples.
A huge wave of drowsiness washed over me. "Okay, even if you wake up in the next moment, it's worth it."
I lay between the two women, my fingers pinching their pert nipples like cigarettes, and fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but the warm sunlight made me groggily call out, "Mom, I want some water, give me a glass of water." I turned over and my body came into contact with a soft, warm body. With my eyes closed, I touched the soft breasts and then realized what was happening. I lifted my upper body, rested my head on that softness, and kissed the soft nipples. "
You actually thought it was still the same? How comfortable. Looks like she's still not awake." I stretched my foot out to the other side, wanting to place it on another soft, warm body, to feel the woman's flesh again. My foot missed its mark. I slowly opened my eyes, and all I saw was white, fleshy breasts. I glanced sideways and saw it was Teacher Zhang. The semen on her face had dried. She smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I sat up abruptly, my hands still rubbing my face.
"Ah!" My head hit something, it hurt terribly, like water had been splashed on me, cool and refreshing. I rubbed the sore spot and angrily raised my head. "
Ah..."
A roar came from the bottom of my heart. The girl stood straight in front of me, her eyes fixed on me, one hand reaching straight out towards me. "
She's awake!"
I kept backing away until my back hit the wall. Countless images flashed through my mind: "A girl screamed, countless people rushed in, they looked at the scene, roared and beat me mercilessly, the police arrived, threw me into jail, endless sodomy.
" I tilted my head to look at Teacher Zhang, afraid she would also stand up and point at me, roaring, "Then her husband came in, beat me mercilessly, the police arrived, jail and endless sodomy."
I looked up at the girl, stammering, "Beautiful lady, no, girl, I was wrong, I'm just a..."
The girl had no expression, remaining still, standing straight, her right hand outstretched. I finally saw that the girl's right hand held a glass.
There was still a little water left in the glass, swirling around. The girl's eyes were fixed on me, without the expected scream, only an empty stare, like a webcam in an internet cafe, devoid of emotion, soulless. I tilted my body from side to side, and the girl's eyes followed my movements, an indescribable feeling that made my hair stand on end. I mustered my courage, slowly reached out, patted the girl's hand, and quickly withdrew it. She remained unmoved. I stared into her eyes, then reached out and touched her large breasts. She didn't move, only lowering her head as I approached, her eyes fixed on me. I boldly pinched one of her breasts, but still no reaction as I expected. I took a deep breath, carefully gripping the bottom of the cup. The girl's hand loosened its grip. This startled me; the cup fell to the bed, spilling across the sheets. The girl bent down, picked up the cup, and left. I leaned tightly against the wall again. A moment later, the girl came back in. I stared at her in horror. She held the cup out to me again, standing there dumbfounded. I took the cup with trepidation. The girl lowered her hand, and I nervously drank the water, my parched lips finally moistening. The girl reached out again, took the cup from me, and turned to leave. When she came back in, it was another cup of water. I drank again, took the glass again, turned and went out, came back in, and there was another glass of water. I drank three glasses in a row, and she did the same thing again. I got off the bed and followed the girl out the door. In the living room, the girl bent down, picked up a bottle of mineral water, poured it into a glass, turned around, walked to me, and held out her hand. I took it and drank. She took
the glass, turned around, picked up the mineral water, filled it up, and gave it to me. This happened several times, and my stomach was already full of water. "Is she trying to kill me with water?"
I thought of what I read online, that drinking too much water can cause electrolyte imbalance and death. Was she trying to do that?
When the girl held out the water to me again, she looked straight at me. I smiled bitterly and said, "Sister, are you trying to kill me with water? I really can't drink anymore, I won't drink anymore, I really won't drink anymore."
But the girl still held out her hand. Fine, I won't take it, I just won't drink it, let's see what you do about it.
I turned around and sat on the sofa. The girl followed me, her back slightly bent, the water in her hand still just an arm's length away from me, without moving. "
Fine, I'll sit down and you bend over, I'm not taking it, let's see what you do then."
I glanced sideways at the street below the window. The crowd remained standing, heads tilted back, and I felt relieved. At least no one would come to arrest me now. I turned back to look at the girl. Her naked body slowly drew my gaze. She was slightly bent over, her breasts drooping naturally with the tilt of her upper body, their soft curves quite beautiful. Her slender waist resembled an inverted bracket, and recalling the touch of that morning, it was so smooth and delicate. Below that were her alluring hips, a small navel on her flat stomach, and below that, her tempting secret place, above which was a tuft of light pubic hair, and below that, her tightly closed labia, pressed down by her legs, leaving only a shallow slit. Her taut thighs, smooth and delicate, seemed to reflect a hazy light in the sunlight, and her straight calves were long and slender. I remember many summer mornings when she would run past me in a close-fitting, cool tracksuit, wearing headphones, without even glancing at me. Her leaping legs were my main focus. I often thought, "It would be so wonderful to hold those slender, shapely legs. At least I'd ejaculate on them once, watching my semen slide down her thighs to her calves—that would be so exciting." Who would have thought that my dream would come true in this way? The girl was still standing there, bent over. I looked her over and over, then carefully examined her features. Last night, I only recognized her under the light; this morning, my attention was entirely on her breasts and genitals. Now I could finally take a good look at this face that I had fantasized about in my mind, yet remained vague. Her eyebrows were light, sparse, and soft. I looked at her pubic hair. No wonder some people say you can tell how much pubic hair a woman has by looking at her eyebrows. She had large eyes, which, if not vacant, would definitely be watery. Her long eyelashes curled slightly upwards, perfectly highlighting her large eyes. Her small, delicate nose had an irresistible urge to pinch it. Her red lips were gently closed, small and thin, yet held a natural, smiling curve. All these features combined with her fair, oval face and long, fine hair, cascading down her back, one side hanging straight down beside her face, the other revealing her small ear. She looked so gentle, so serene. There was an urge to hold her and cherish her.
I couldn't bear to see the girl standing there bent over like that, so I gently said to her, "I really don't want to drink anymore, please put the cup down." "I can't drink anymore, and you're tired standing here too," she replied. Seeing her unresponsive expression, I got angry. "Damn it, I said I don't want to drink anymore, put the cup down! I said put the cup down! Damn it, I want you to put the cup down!"
The girl finally moved. She turned and walked to the table, putting down the cup. Then she walked to within arm's length of me, stopped, and stood there blankly, staring at me. I was defeated by her; she wouldn't listen to reason, only harsh words worked. So I said fiercely, "Sit down." Damn it, no response again. I shook my head helplessly. I could only say, "Okay, okay, I won't be mean to you anymore, come sit down." Still no response.
I pondered, how am I supposed to communicate with her? Now there's finally someone moving, even if she doesn't speak and just stares at me, at least I'm not alone anymore, and I can't just have physical interaction with her. No, I have to find a way. I kept saying, "Please sit down," "Come sit down," "Sit down," "Sit." I was going crazy. I yelled, "Are you an idiot? I said you have to sit down!" Hearing this, she finally sat down, but she just sat on the ground. I was sweating bullets. She sat down with her legs spread, and my eyes involuntarily drifted to her crotch. Without the pressure of her thighs, her labia were slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of tender pink flesh. I was getting hard again.
No, I had to find a pattern, or I'd go crazy. I thought and thought. She'd given me three responses today: getting water, putting down a cup, and sitting down. What had I said in those three things? Suddenly, it dawned on me. All three responses were triggered by saying "I want."
I looked at her and softly said, "I want you to sit on the sofa next to me." She actually moved, standing up and sitting an arm's length away from me. I couldn't help but cheer loudly. Excited, I immediately said to her, "I want you to tell me your name." Her lips moved, but no sound came out. I was defeated again. Damn, mute! Wait a minute, I'd heard her speak before. Even a mute would at least make some sound. I asked her for her name again, but still, I couldn't hear anything. For a moment, I almost doubted my hearing, but the crunching sound of my feet on the banknotes pulled me back from my self-doubt.
My stomach rumbled loudly; I was truly starving. Oh well, I'll eat first. I went to the kitchen, where the counter was covered with snacks I'd brought. I grabbed a few bags of chips and a drink and started munching. The girl was already standing behind me, always so far away. Soothing my stomach, I couldn't help but think of my mother's cooking. I hadn't eaten a proper meal with my parents in a long time. Every time, I'd just grab a few bites and hide in my room playing on the computer, then leave the bowl behind. Now I wanted to eat with them, but they were downstairs, and I sat alone upstairs. I couldn't bear to face my absent-minded parents. Every time I passed by, I kept my head down, only daring to watch them silently from the balcony. Suddenly, I felt like crying. I rushed to the girl, hugged her, and burst into tears, crying while holding the only girl who was awake.
I cried for a long time, and the energy I had regained from eating was completely depleted by my sobs. I started eating again.
Seeing the girl's lifeless eyes staring straight at me, I realized she hadn't eaten anything. I also longed for someone to eat with me, so I said, "Want something to eat? Let's eat together."
I laughed, then forgot.
"I want you to sit down and eat something."
The girl went to the refrigerator in the kitchen, took a large apple, and sat opposite me, eating it. I continued eating, listening to the girl's delicate bites of the apple, and felt a touch of emotion. The girl's hands were placed on her chest, her small, rosy lips taking small bites of the apple, chewing carefully, and swallowing. Looking at the girl's small mouth, and then at her naked body, I suddenly felt aroused again.
I bent down, looking under the table. The view under the table instantly ignited my desire again: long, bent legs, and the alluring labia between them drawing me in. I crawled under the table, my nose barely touching the girl's pale knees. I reached out and touched the crevice between her legs, my penis already throbbing. She was indeed a virgin, experiencing her first taste of forbidden fruit. My fingers had barely penetrated her labia when I could feel a slight wetness. I was excited, and suddenly stood up—ouch! Ouch! I crawled out and pulled the girl to the bedroom.
"I want you to lie down," I said, parting her legs. Her labia were slightly open, covered in dried virgin blood and my semen. I looked at the girl and Mr. Zhang, who stood motionless beside her. My hands began to tease both women's genitals. Both were soft and warm. The girl's genitals quickly became wet, releasing slippery fluid, making my caresses easier. Mr. Zhang, however, remained dry. As I moved my fingers, the girl's entire vulva became wet. Her labia, especially her labia minora, were so slippery they slid like tiny tongues against my fingertips. I was completely captivated. Her nipples were already erect, a rosy red. I immediately took one into my mouth and teased it with my tongue. It tasted of my saliva and the milky scent that rose with her body temperature. I
went wild. I guided my penis to her wet vulva, moistened it with her fluids, and pressed it against her vaginal opening, thrusting my hips forward. It was so tight and soft inside, gripping my penis tightly. The girl was still slowly eating her apple, her upper body constantly trying to sit up, which conveniently allowed me to thrust my hips while simultaneously feeling her breasts with my chest. As I thrust into her with all my might, a dazed look appeared on the girl's face, and her empty eyes slowly took on a strange quality. Her small mouth was slightly open, and although she didn't make a sound, her breathing grew heavier and more rhythmic in my ears. The apple core she was holding fell to the ground, and her hands slowly embraced me.
I became even more excited, thrusting forcefully, withdrawing each time before plunging in completely. I was captivated by the feeling of my entire penis squeezing into the girl's tight vaginal opening. I held the girl's back tightly with both hands; her face was so close to mine. I stuck out my tongue and kissed the girl, the sweet scent of apple still lingering in my mouth.
The girl's eyes grew increasingly glazed, seemingly enjoying my thrusts. I couldn't hold back any longer; I needed to look at something to distract myself. I turned my head, and there was Teacher Zhang's naked body, her face streaked with dried semen. Wearing glasses, her intellectual beauty, now ravaged by me, shone through. The stimulation intensified; I roared and ejaculated, thrusting deep inside her, the head of my penis touching a soft spot, forcefully shooting my soul inside. The girl's mouth gaped open, breathing heavily beneath me, her breasts heaving against me with each breath. I lay on top of her, my penis inside her, reluctant to leave, feeling her pressure. I thrust forward again, my soft penis pressed firmly against her body.
I rolled over, resting her head on my arm, holding her quietly, turning my head to look out the window, the setting sun painting the sky a vibrant red.

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