Love and hate

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Just as I was about to leave work, a sudden downpour began. A curtain of rain hung between heaven and earth, covering and submerging everything. Occasionally, a few streaks of lightning pierced the sky, casting shadows of the surrounding high-rise buildings. I lit a cigarette and waited patiently.

My colleagues all went home, leaving only me and the cleaning lady in the office. The lights flickered due to the thunder, the only constant being the red-hot cigarette butt.

It was almost burned down to the filter; I sighed and threw the cigarette away.

The rain was still heavy, a rare downpour at this time of year. I drove my motorcycle out of the underground garage and put on my helmet. I didn't wear rain gear, because in such heavy rain, it was pointless.

I rode onto the street; there were few pedestrians around, and even those were scattered around, sheltering under the eaves of shops. The rain immediately soaked all my clothes, which clung coldly to my skin.

I rode slowly; since I was already getting wet, it didn't matter how much more rain I got. Although I lived a similarly helpless life, I hadn't reached the point of contemplating suicide.

Turning a street corner, I habitually looked up. My girlfriend used to live there. Thinking of her brought a touch of warmth to my heart, followed by a dull ache. That was many years ago.

We were classmates, very close, the kind of friends who could talk easily. We often walked home together after school to discuss our studies.

Back then, both boys and girls had developed and understood the attraction between the sexes. I also had feelings for her, and she never rejected me; everything proceeded in a tacit manner. But we never explicitly stated our relationship, and whenever there was an opportunity, she would always change the subject.

After entering university, we separated. Since we were both boarding students, our contact gradually decreased. However, I never felt that my longing for her had disappeared. Even in my dreams, I vaguely saw a girl's smiling face, exactly like hers.

The last time I heard news of her was a year ago; I heard almost simultaneously that she had a boyfriend and was getting married. I learned that her "husband" was a few years older than me, apparently a business owner. At that moment, I was playing cards with an old classmate, sitting on the open grass. I looked up and saw that it seemed to be getting dark, and my stomach began to ache.

The motorcycle slowly turned the corner, and I had a premonition that I would see her today. Across the street, a boy and a girl who looked like middle school students were huddled together under an umbrella

. The boy was handsome, and in his arms was a girl with an innocent and happy face. I turned the corner, and for a moment, time stopped. In the middle of the road, a pregnant woman in white, her full-term belly protruding, was walking unsteadily towards the other side. It was a face I would never forget. The wind howled, blowing the umbrella in her hand this way and that, and a young man was helping an old woman walk behind her.

It was dark, but I could vaguely see that she had changed to short hair, like many pregnant women.

Beneath me, the wheels scraped through the puddles, and everything moved terribly slowly.

My ears were tightly covered by my helmet, but the thunder pierced through, making them buzz inside. Behind the thunder, I seemed to hear the sound of her hymen being torn, and her forced moans of pleasure.

My stomach began to churn.

She glanced at me and saw a man on a motorcycle, soaked to the bone, wearing a helmet to cover his head.

Her stomach was no longer flat as before, but bulged like a small mountain. Her cunt must have endured countless thrusts, filled with countless amounts of semen from that man, to create this fruit of love.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable rage erupted within me. I twisted the throttle, the engine roared, and the motorcycle accelerated violently, hurtling towards her.

The headlight shone on her, and she turned around in fear, frozen in place. The motorcycle, traveling at 60 mph, struck her protruding stomach with its front wheel, sending her flying.

I heard a muffled groan as her body flew backward, landing two meters away on the ground, her legs spread wide as she knelt, covering her genitals.

She glanced at me; her eyes were empty, devoid of any emotion. Two seconds later, she collapsed limply.

Everything happened so suddenly that the man and woman didn't even have time to scream; they were completely stunned.

I stepped on the gas and sped off down the side road. The rain was still pouring down, and the sky grew even darker.

From then on, news about her slowly began to circulate.

Her child was lost on the day of the accident. Some said that her due date was at the end of the month, and the impact was so severe that when she arrived at the hospital, the baby's head was completely pushed out of the uterus, protruding from the vulva, etc. But some of these stories were believable; I had broken her spine, and she lost all feeling in her lower body, starting from her waist. Six months later, her husband divorced her. No boss would stay with a woman who couldn't feel anything in her lower body; it was practically necrophilia. He left her nothing. She had no choice but to go back home.

Later, I got her phone number from a classmate. Because we hadn't been in contact for a long time, it took a lot of effort to regain her trust and acceptance of me. Of course, we were still just good friends, because I had explained to her from the beginning that I was now living a stable and comfortable life, and that my wife was very virtuous, etc.

Six months later, I finally stepped into her former parents' home, this time with my wife.

Her house hadn't changed much; it was almost exactly the same as before, except for a few pieces of furniture. The wallpaper was peeling, and the floor was old, but clean.

She opened the door in a wheelchair. From her, I learned that her father had recently died in a car accident, and her mother ran a small business; their life was very difficult.

She looked very haggard and much older, but the image of the beautiful and lovely young girl she once was still lingered on her face, indelible.

I introduced my wife to her. My wife was younger than her, beautiful, with smooth skin and firm breasts.

We chatted for a while, and she said she now submitted articles online, writing short pieces, because she had experienced so much and should share it with other women.

At that moment, I was agitated, thinking she was going to say she'd mistaken me for someone else, taken the wrong turn, or something like that, and then hint at a pure love she'd once had that she'd given up.

But she didn't mention anything. Her conclusion was that she was unlucky, and that she should be careful crossing the street.

She was still as naive as ever, never knowing how much someone had loved her, someone who could never let go of that love.

While she was wheeling her wheelchair into the living room to get some fruit, I did something unbelievable: I took out a handkerchief soaked in ether and covered my wife's mouth and nose; she immediately went limp. I gently lifted her onto the sofa, went to the living room, went around behind her, and knocked her unconscious as well.

I pushed her to the bedside and carried her onto it. In the wheelchair, her eyes were open, dazed, just like that day.

I quickly stripped my wife of her clothes, revealing her youthful and beautiful body. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her nipples pink; she had very little body hair, and her vulva was high and sparsely covered with pubic hair.

My wife and I met last year. She had just graduated from university and joined my current company. Because I was her direct supervisor and I took good care of her, she quickly broke up with her boyfriend and got together with me. When she first joined the company, I saw a few guys on the ground floor of the building, timidly being stopped by security guards outside the gate, waiting for her to leave work. But many times she ignored him and kept walking, leaving the guy following her like a lapdog. However, she was very respectful to me, calling me "Manager" whenever we met and even offering me tea and water. After a while, I got used to it.

I remember when my wife first broke up with her boyfriend, she cried all day long, acting like she was the one who got dumped. My wife has a very strong sex drive and isn't picky about any form of sex; she'll do anything I want, from sadomasochism to anal sex. But sometimes when I'm making love with my wife, I think of the woman who haunts my dreams, and then there are two outcomes: either I lose all interest and become limp, or I become extremely angry and hard.

Now, these two women are in front of me. One is someone I once wanted but never had; she's aged and will continue to age. The other is someone who offered herself to me; I always thought I loved her, and although she's voluptuous and alluring, I've never been tempted.

I lifted my erect penis and inserted it. My wife's vagina was always wet. She's young, but what made me erect was that bystander. I grabbed my wife's full breasts hard, leaving finger marks, and thrust rapidly. Her juices quickly overflowed from her vagina, the inner walls churning, her erect clitoris pressing against my pubic bone.

Seeing this lewd scene, her face flushed, and her breathing became rapid.

My wife had received a smaller dose of ether, and she slowly regained consciousness, moaning loudly, "Oh...fuck me...oh...want it from behind too..." When she opened her eyes and saw this, she struggled, twisting her body, "Ah...what are you doing? Let me go...ooh..." To prevent her from screaming, I grabbed her neck with both hands, and immediately her face turned bright red.

"What...what...are you doing?" her voice was indistinct.

I increased my strength, thrusting deeper.

I watched as my wife's face turned from red to purple, the veins on her forehead bulging, her eyes bloodshot. She struggled desperately, her legs flailing helplessly against my body, stretching weakly towards the sky. Slowly, her struggles lessened, her tongue lolled out, protruding darkly, and the light in her eyes faded.

I continued to choke her, when suddenly her legs twitched violently. I felt a tremendous force pulling my genitals in, a force that lasted for about half a minute until her body completely relaxed.

Killing such a beautiful woman would be a waste, but I didn't love her at all. Most importantly, she shouldn't have insisted on coming here with me today, to see my true face.

I pushed my wife's body to a corner of the bed. Her beautiful body was incredibly soft, curled up there, her hands and feet intertwined, one breast bulging from the crevice.

I carried my beloved woman, her face contorted with terror, to the bed and slowly undressed her.

Her chest was flat, only her nipples erect. Pulling down her panties, a large wet patch

was visible. Because her lower body was paralyzed, I easily spread her legs wide, revealing her vulva. I lowered my head, pressed my face tightly against hers, and slipped my tongue into her warm, moist vagina, sucking at the fluids she secreted.

I stood up and said, "Wait for me."

My erect, purplish-red penis, pointing skyward, went to the kitchen and grabbed a sharp cleaver. Back in the bedroom, I lay on top of her: "You know what? I've always loved you so much. But you don't know. You've never cared about my feelings." I slowly found the vein on her neck and gently, bit by bit, began to cut.

"I don't know why... before... you always avoided me. Were you afraid? Hehe, now, I'm here..." The knife sliced across her slightly loose skin, making a shallow cut, almost touching the vein.

"Do you know how I felt when I found out you were married? Do you know how much I love you? Why? Why... wouldn't you give me a chance... just because I was poor back then? Not successful?" A trickle of blood flowed out, and her body reflexively trembled.

"Do you know what love is? I! I am love. I love you the most, you know that?!" "I also want to tell you a secret. What? You can't guess? Let me tell you, a year ago, it was me who bumped into you!" "I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you, but do you know what? I want you to know what kind of love you really got. He left you, leaving nothing behind. Do you think you can keep him?" Tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm heartbroken... Do you know what heartbreak is? You women only know how to cry, but have you ever truly felt heartbreak?... You wouldn't know, men don't cry, men only bleed in their hearts!" Both of her veins had been cut open, blood flowing onto the sheets.

"Now, I want to possess you, I want to enter your body, even though it's someone else's place now. I don't care! I don't care! Hahahaha!" I laughed, tears streaming down my face.

I stroked my slightly limp penis and thrust it in. It was very loose inside, almost no sensation, but I thrust and stirred vigorously, hoping to give her pleasure.

All she could make were gasps and whimpering sounds, and her body began to move again.

I dropped the kitchen knife, pinched her nipples with both hands, gently rotating them, and bent down to lick her areolas and earlobes. My penis churned inside her wide vagina, making a "plop, plop" sound with her vaginal fluids.

More and more blood flowed, some soaking into the sheets and flowing onto the floor.

I thrust even harder, almost breaking her legs, my mouth pressed against her neck, sucking her blood forcefully, the room filled with a thick, bloody smell.

Her waist arched back—no, it should be said, it was being lifted up by me—blood flowing onto her chest and then smearing onto my body.

Slowly, we became two people playing in a pool of blood, frantically copulating.

She could move again, but due to excessive blood loss, she was completely powerless.

Her eyes gradually turned from black to gray, her skin was snow-white, and her lips began to wither from blood loss.

I held her tightly, penetrating her deeper, but her body was already growing cold, her life force fading.

Climax was approaching; I felt a large amount of semen accumulating beneath me—my first climax ever.

"I love you! I love you!..." I screamed frantically. Unable to hold back any longer, the floodgates opened, and scalding semen surged into her uterus, seemingly endless.

I felt her vagina suddenly convulse, the walls of her vagina churning and trembling violently, enveloping my penis, while her legs inexplicably wrapped around my waist, tightening their grip. She regained consciousness.

Time seemed to stand still; I don't know how much time passed, but she was now limp and lifeless.

I faced that familiar yet unfamiliar face, now completely bloodless. Her lips were moving slightly; I looked closely, and I realized she was saying, "I...love...you." In that instant, two huge tears rolled down her beautiful eyes. Then, her gray eyes became completely lifeless; life had left her.

I closed her eyes for her and withdrew from her still-warm vagina. I placed her hands across her genitals; she was so beautiful, completely back in her youth, charming and innocent.

I walked to the living room, bleeding. A strong wind was blowing outside, howling through the gaps between the surrounding tall buildings.

I struggled to open the window; the people below looked like ants. The sky was overcast, and below, huge rain clouds moved rapidly. In the distant sky, a sliver of light pierced the earth, where the sky was also golden.

I looked at the sky, then leaped out. The wind whistled past my ears; I could only hear my own heart beating slowly and powerfully in the distance.

"...thump...thump...thump...thump..."

[The End]

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