Pleasure of ravaging

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Zhang Quan felt incredibly lucky. Not only did he secure a stable job in the county town, but he also married a pure and lovely wife. Zhang Quan and his wife were classmates at the city's teachers' college. His wife's surname was Liu, and her given name was Shu. She was beautiful, tall, and warm-hearted. Zhang Quan came from a poor family and had no one to rely on. During his studies, he worked part-time to support himself. Liu Shu initially felt sorry for him and often helped him with daily life. Later, seeing his diligence and handsome appearance, she developed feelings for him. Over time, they fell in love. Liu Shu came from a well-off family; her parents ran a successful grain and oil business and cherished their only daughter.

Soon after, they graduated and were assigned to intern at the county's second primary school. Liu Shu took Zhang Quan home to meet her parents. Hearing him introduce his family situation, the elderly couple were very pleased. They were reluctant to let their daughter live too far away, and if she was willing to become their son-in-law, wouldn't that be exactly what they wanted? It turned out that Zhang Quan's family life was unhappy from a young age. He lost his father at a young age, and his mother remarried a man in the village who was more than ten years older than her. His mother also passed away a few years later, and his relationship with his stepfather was not good. Besides his stepfather, he had no other relatives. As Zhang Quan spoke, he involuntarily drifted into memories.

Zhang Quan's stepfather's surname was Lü Kun, and he was a local ruffian in his youth. He was a weasel-faced, slovenly man. He spent his time gambling, drinking, peeping at widows bathing, and watching women urinate in the women's toilet. He did all sorts of things, and was also violent and always carried a triangular awl in his pocket. If there was a disagreement, he would pull it out and stab them.

Therefore, he was nicknamed "Triangular Awl."

No one in the village dared to mess with Lü Kun. Zhang Quan's childhood was initially quite happy. His mother was a well-known beautiful girl in the village, and his father was a sent-down youth who, because of his lack of connections, did not return to the city and became a teacher in the village. Later, he married Zhang Quan's mother, had Zhang Quan, and lived a happy life. When people seek happiness, they attract the envy of others. Lu Kun, nearing forty and still unmarried, had always coveted Zhang Quan's mother, but hadn't succeeded.

Now, seeing his beloved married to a poor teacher and with a healthy son, he felt extremely resentful. He constantly vowed, "Little wench, I'll get you sooner or later."

At that time, Zhang Quan was only seven or eight years old and didn't understand much. He only remembered Lu Kun frequently coming to Zhang Quan's house to chat with his mother when his father wasn't home. Sometimes, when Zhang Quan's mother wasn't looking, he would grope and hug her, occasionally taking advantage of her. Zhang Quan's mother, concerned about her child and her father's reputation, tolerated it discreetly. She would quickly lock the door when she saw Lu Kun approaching and avoid him on the street.

Lu Kun became increasingly outrageous. One day, Zhang Quan's mother was fetching water in the yard while Zhang Quan played nearby. Thus, this day marked the beginning of a dark chapter for Zhang Quan's entire family. Lu Kun, having drunk some alcohol and lost money gambling, felt a surge of lust rising within him. He thought it best to find Zhang Quan's mother for some amusement and to take advantage of her.

Drunk, he arrived at Zhang Quan's doorstep and peeked inside. Zhang Quan's mother was crouching, drawing water from the well. Because of the summer heat, she wore thin gray trousers rolled up to her knees, and slippers, revealing her snow-white legs, slender ankles, and delicate, beautiful feet with long, graceful toes. She wore a matching short-sleeved blouse, and as she bent over to draw water, her white chest was exposed. Lu Kun was filled with a burning desire. His

lustful rage drove him to push open the door. Zhang Quan's mother, hearing the door open, looked up and saw it was that old rogue again. She frowned, but without a word, pulled Zhang Quan inside. Seeing this, Lü Kun's anger flared, and he cursed inwardly, "Little wench, always hiding from me. I'll teach you a lesson today!"

Lü Kun quickly took a few steps and grabbed Zhang Quan's mother from behind, grabbing her around the waist. The young woman, startled, cried out. Seeing his mother being bullied, Zhang Quan, though young, was fiercely protective and swung his little fists to fight back. Lü Kun, fueled by alcohol and lust, paid no heed to the child and kicked him. Zhang Quan cried out "Ouch!" and tumbled several times, losing consciousness. Seeing

her child silent, Zhang Quan's mother panicked, struggled free from Lü Kun, ran to pick him up, and found he was still breathing. She burst into tears. Lü Kun, fearing the crying would disturb the neighbors and ruin his plans, rushed forward, grabbing her waist with his left hand and covering her mouth with his right, pulling and tugging, dragging the mother and child into the house.

Lu Kun slammed the door shut, grabbed Zhang Quan and her child, and threw them onto the bed. Zhang Quan's mother was terrified, protecting her child while pleading, "Brother Kun, don't come any closer! My husband's coming back!"

"So what if he comes back? I'll do it to you in front of your pretty boy's man!" Lu Kun said viciously. "No, no, Brother Kun, my child is still so young! What are you going to do?"

"I'll kill your child first, then your man, so you'll never run away from me again..." Lu Kun didn't say more, snatched the child from his waistband, pulled out his belt, grabbed Zhang Quan's small hands and feet, tied it tightly, and tossed them onto the bed.

Zhang Quan's mother stared at Lu Kun in horror, somewhat bewildered, her left hand clutching her collar, her feet frantically rubbing against the sheets as she tried to hide further into the bed.

Lu Kun's eyes were bloodshot; he didn't care about the consequences. With a swift movement, he grabbed Zhang Quan's mother's slender ankles and pulled her towards him. Zhang Quan's mother flailed her arms in front of her, her legs struggling to break free from Lü Kun's grasp. Lü Kun was momentarily at a loss. In a moment of desperation, he took a few kicks, grabbed one of Zhang Quan's mother's thighs, and twisted her delicate foot violently. The sound of bones grinding together could almost be heard. Poor Zhang Quan's mother cried out in pain and fainted.

Lü Kun lowered Zhang Quan's mother's thighs and wiped the sweat from his brow. Looking more closely at the poor young woman, his legs trembled slightly, and his blouse had ridden up to his waist from the violent struggle, revealing a section of his snow-white belly.

His chest heaved with heavy breathing, and his two firm breasts trembled with each breath.

Lü Kun reached to Zhang Quan's mother's waist and pulled out her belt. A large hand grasped Zhang Quan's mother's two small, fair hands, raising them high above her head. A belt was wrapped around her wrists several times, and the other end was tightly tied to the headboard. Then, he bent down, taking a breath. He lifted one of Zhang Quan's mother's delicate feet and examined it closely. The foot was slender and jade-like, with five toes close together, the big toe rounded and slightly upturned, the second toe slightly longer, and the other three toes slightly closed. The nails were trimmed into squares, bright white and glossy. The instep was slender and delicate; a gentle bend revealed the outline of the foot bones. The arch of the foot was perfectly curved, the heel rounded, with a ring of soft calluses. The bluish veins were visible beneath the snow-white skin.

Lü Kun held this beautiful foot in his hands, completely captivated. He leaned forward and gently smelled it; there was no unpleasant odor. He couldn't resist sticking out his tongue and licking the sole; it had a slightly salty taste, but the sole was delicate, like silk.

Lu Kun stretched out his tongue, starting to lick from heel to sole and then to toes, covering the entire foot. Then he swallowed the heel whole and began to bite down hard with his teeth. Zhang Quan's mother, still half-asleep, felt a sharp pain in her heel and groaned, waking up. Opening her eyes, she saw Lu Kun holding her white foot, gnawing at it with his yellowed teeth. His five rounded toes were being sucked in turn. Her jade-like foot was snow-white, but Lu Kun's lips were purplish-red and his teeth yellow; putting such a beautiful foot in his mouth was a waste.

The pain in her foot jolted Zhang Quan's mother awake. She desperately tried to pull her thigh back, but Lu Kun, as if possessed, bit down hard on the instep, gripping her ankle tightly with both hands and forcing it into his mouth. The sharp pain in her instep made Zhang Quan's mother scream. The scream woke Zhang Quan, who was standing nearby. Zhang Quan heard a gurgling sound in his throat as he caught his breath. Opening his eyes, he saw his mother's large, white foot being viciously bitten by a dirty, unkempt old man. He burst into tears, writhing and trying to protect his mother.

Lu Kun, consumed by lust, couldn't bear to be disturbed. He released Zhang Quan's mother's foot and slapped Zhang Quan hard across the face. The poor little child couldn't withstand such a brutal beating; his cries were cut short, and he nearly fainted.

Seeing her son being beaten, Zhang Quan's mother was heartbroken. She'd rather be abused herself than let her child be harmed. She pleaded breathlessly, "Brother Kun, Brother Kun, please, don't hit the child anymore! I'll do whatever you say, please let us go! I'll do anything you ask!"

"Xiao Quan, Xiao Quan, are you alright? Tell Mommy, are you alright?" His voice trembled with tears as he asked. Zhang Quan's little mouth gurgled, and he timidly said, "Mommy, it hurts so much! Mommy, run!"

"Xiao Quan, Mommy's alright. Don't make a sound. Close your eyes, don't look at Mommy!" Zhang Quan's mother knew this was going to be difficult, and her only hope was that Zhang Quan's father would return quickly.

Lu Kun glared at Zhang Quan and said viciously, "You little brat, if you dare cry out again, I'll strangle you."

Zhang Quan, always timid, was terrified after the beating. He curled up closer to the bed, silent.

Zhang Quan's mother sighed, turning her head to one side, afraid to struggle any longer for fear of further beatings.

Seeing the mother and son quiet down, Lu Kun glanced at them lecherously, chuckled, and casually pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular, dark physique. Turning to look at Zhang Quan's mother, her hands were tied above her head, her breasts appearing even more prominent, trembling with her breath. Her head was tilted to one side, her eyes closed, her face streaked with tears, her lips red, her upper teeth biting her lower lip tightly. She was truly pitiful, but to Lu Kun, she was an irresistible sight.

Lu Kun bent down, extending his large hands. Years of smoking, especially of thick tobacco, had stained his fingers yellow, making them look like they'd just been poked in the anus. He grabbed her snow-white chin and turned it towards him. Lu Kun looked down intently, the first time in so many years he'd really looked closely. He saw that Zhang Quan's mother had red lips, white teeth, a high nose, and long eyelashes. Her skin was snow-white with a hint of pink, and she looked stunning, her face streaked with tears.

Lu Kun licked his lips and kissed her red lips. Zhang Quan's mother felt a stench hit her. Opening her eyes, she saw Lu Kun already kissing her with his foul lips. She shook her head frantically, trying to escape, but Lu Kun's large hands gripped her chin like iron clamps, making it impossible for her to move. She could only helplessly endure his foul, latrine-like mouth tightly sucking on her red lips.

Lu Kun pursed his large mouth into a round shape, enveloping Zhang Quan's two red lips in his mouth, carefully and slowly sucking.

The lips were soft, like two orange segments.

"Squeak, squeak," Lu Kun turned his head up, down, left, and right, but Zhang Quan's mother just clenched her teeth and refused to open her mouth. Lu Kun became impatient and squeezed hard with his large hand. Zhang Quan's mother let out a soft moan, and her small mouth was squeezed open. Lu Kun's large mouth then probed inside, his lips sucking on her tender tongue and drawing it into his mouth. Lu Kun closed his eyes and savored it carefully, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes scraping with his large tongue, licking every tooth.

"Squeak, squeak," Lu Kun kissed back and forth for a long time, until Zhang Quan's mother felt that her tongue had been sucked numb and lost all feeling, before Lu Kun finally raised his head. Zhang Quan's mother's lips were red from being sucked, her face pale, turned to one side, panting heavily, and occasionally gagging softly.

Lü Kun licked his lips with satisfaction, his large hand beginning to unbutton Zhang Quan's mother's blouse. Zhang Quan's mother felt a wave of helplessness, knowing she was powerless today. She glanced at Zhang Quan, who was staring blankly at her. The thought of being naked in front of her son filled her with sorrow, and tears welled up in her eyes. She

felt a chill on her chest; Lü Kun had already pulled open her blouse, revealing a white bra. (In those days, bras were still luxuries, worn only by wealthy city dwellers; in the countryside, conditions were too poor, and clean white cotton cloth was used instead.) Lü Kun grabbed the bra and ripped it off. Two full breasts sprang forth. The nipples, rounded and a pale maroon from breastfeeding, were firm. Even lying flat, the breasts remained high and erect. Lu Kun reached out and tightly grasped Zhang Quan's breasts, their skin smooth and silky to the touch. He moved his hands vigorously, savoring the silky sensation.

The nipples hardened from the force, and Zhang Quan's mother felt a tightness in her chest. She turned her head and gave Lu Kun a mournful look, hoping he would take pity on her and squeeze her gently. But Lu Kun just stared blankly, a trickle of saliva dripping from his wide-open mouth. Suddenly, he lowered his head sharply and sucked hard on her right nipple. His other hand gripped her left breast, kneading it like dough, his fingers kneading the nipple vigorously. A piercing pain shot through her nipple, causing Zhang Quan's mother to furrow her brow. But the physical pain couldn't compare to the anguish in her heart. She thought, "My life is probably over. Will my husband still want me? How will my children see me when they grow up?" "Xiaoquan's dad, why aren't you back yet? Come back quickly, save me! Your wife is about to be…" Her heart ached like it was bleeding. The pain in her breasts made her clench her teeth tightly. "My child is right here, I can't make a sound, I must endure it," Zhang Quan's mother thought. But the pain of her breasts being violated was unbearable. Zhang Quan's mother bit her lower lip, her head shaking violently from side to side, her legs rubbing up and down against the sheets.

Lü Kun was biting and sucking on her breasts, making "slurp, slurp" sounds. His hands gripped the base of her breasts tightly, making them bulge and her nipples stick up even more.

Zhang Quan, her hands bound behind her back, curled up on the bed, watching her mother being pinned down by this dirty old man. This was probably the first time Zhang Quan had ever seen a woman's naked body. Zhang Quan vividly remembered those snow-white breasts. Even though he was seven or eight years old, every night when his mother lulled him to sleep, he would reach his little hands into her chest, touching and rubbing those soft nipples until he finally fell asleep. His mother would lovingly pat him gently, humming a lullaby.

Suddenly, a pang of jealousy rose in Zhang Quan's young heart. Those snow-white breasts belonged to him, and only he could suckle them. A grinding sound came from Zhang Quan's little mouth. But what could he do? He could only watch helplessly as his own breasts were kneaded and deformed in someone else's hands. Suddenly, Zhang Quan felt an urge to urinate. He seemed to crave more vigor; it was as if seeing his beloved being violated gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

[The End]

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