Hell Dream

1.

I had a strange dream sometime during the night.

I was wandering through an unfamiliar jungle, almost losing my way, when I saw
a woman in white, unnaturally bound in the distance. Snake-like black plants held her limbs to a mirror-smooth rock
, as if she were a sacrifice to some monster.

The woman's face was somewhat indistinct in the dream, but she appeared to be unconscious. The black branches seemed
alive, coiling around her body, lifting her cloud-like garments to reveal large expanses of fair and voluptuous skin
. On either side of the rock stood totems made of some unknown material, like hands about to
clasp the woman in their grasp.

Although I felt a strange fear of the scene, something seemed to compel me to approach her.
As I began to walk towards the bound woman, the plants at my feet seemed to come alive and began to obstruct me. Thorny
branches entangled and tore at my trouser legs, leaving my feet a bloody mess. The pain
felt so real even in the dream. Yet, as if possessed, I continued walking. More and more branches wrapped around my body,
large patches of skin were peeled away, and my vision gradually turned crimson.

When I reached the woman, I finally saw her face clearly. Her beautiful sleeping face felt familiar,
but I couldn't recall her name. I reached out to touch her face, but instead, I reached out a
grotesque, blood-soaked torso, like a demon. I was stunned for a moment before finally understanding—

this woman was the sacrifice offered to me…

I woke up at this point in the dream… but I didn't know if I was the one who had woken up.

I sat up on a soft bed, facing a full-length dressing mirror. I looked at the somewhat sickly
young man in the mirror and unconsciously reached out, just like in the dream—and the man in the mirror made the same
gesture as me.

When I woke up, my consciousness awakened in an unfamiliar body. I felt like someone with amnesia, suddenly becoming
someone else and starting to live.

Who was this man? I didn't remember ever seeing him. Aside from his pale, sickly appearance, he was quite handsome.
Then, who was "me" before this dream? As I began to recall, a sharp pain assaulted my brain, almost making me faint.

I gritted my teeth and reached up to touch my forehead, but unexpectedly saw a few
small, dried ink marks in my left palm: "

Playing along, improvising."

The handwriting was delicate, but that didn't definitively prove it was a woman's.

Such an absurd thing couldn't possibly be a coincidence. Was this a message left for me...? But I
didn't understand its meaning. Anyway, following conventional thinking, I should find the person who left me the message to
unravel the truth.

While I was lost in thought, a gentle female voice reached my ears.

"Honey, could you hand me your phone?"

This voice quickly pulled me back to reality. I looked around. I seemed to be in a windowless
bedroom. Although the desk and bed were clearly expensive and high-end, there was almost no
other furniture. There weren't even many decorative items. Sharp corners of the desk were covered with soft leather, and
a white flip phone sat on the desk.

A phone… did I have a phone? I looked down at my clothes: a pocketless bathrobe… and
slippers. Everything in this room seemed a little out of place.

"It's on the desk, the white one, the rectangular one, see it?" The woman's voice rang
out again. The voice came from the room next door, separated by a frosted glass door. I could hear running water coming from inside
; it must be the ensuite bathroom next to this bedroom.

I remembered the words on my palm, holding the phone, hesitating whether to open the door… This woman was undoubtedly
calling me, and calling me "darling"… Could she be my wife?

As I hesitated, I heard the doorknob turn on the bedroom door. If the woman from earlier was taking a shower
, opening the bathroom door now would obviously be inappropriate. So I mumbled a reply, took my phone,
and walked towards the front door. Then the person outside opened the door.

It was instantly a bit blinding.

The light from outside was actually uncomfortable for me. I even had to reach out to shield my eyes—and I accidentally tripped
and fell, my body knocking over the shoe rack by the door, several pairs of brightly colored high heels rolling to the side.

"Eh? Lan... Young Master Lan?" A man and a woman stood at the door, looking at me lying on the ground. The slightly plump middle-aged woman, holding a keychain
and dressed like a maid, looked at me in surprise. The other man, a short-
haired young man who looked like a business elite, frowned deeply.

"Tch... You're still alive. If you're alive, why don't you come out for a walk more often? I thought you were suffocating in there."
The man pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, flicked them a few times with his fingers, and asked me rudely. "
Is Dieyi in your room? Dad is looking for you."

I didn't answer. The fall had hurt me a bit, reminding me once again that this body
was indeed mine. The middle-aged maid seemed to want to help me up, but seemed hesitant to
do so in front of the young man.

Perhaps my silence displeased the man; he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then blew the smoke in my face.
However, the distance was too great, so it didn't actually hit me.

"Wenqi! What are you doing!" An angry voice came from behind me. I turned around and finally
saw the woman who had spoken to me earlier.

I think this was the first time I had seen Miss Dieyi. She was very tall; my current body is about 175
centimeters, and she was almost the same height. Her slender figure, encased in a black t-shirt, was trembling slightly with anger. Her already
large breasts were visually striking against her slender waist. The woman's delicate face was filled with anger
as she quickly came to my side.

She knelt down and helped me sit on the bed. My long-term illness had made me very light, so it wasn't difficult for this
young woman to lift me up. Our eyes met; her bright eyes were full of concern. I had fallen...
She looked so flustered she was almost in tears. Her long black hair was wet; she must have been
washing it in the bathroom.

"Cough cough!" The man called Wenqi seemed unwilling to be left out. His expression
darkened further after Dieyi appeared.

"Dad's back. He wants us all to go to his study at four o'clock, even this sickly one." The man stamped
his foot, leaving those words irritably, seemingly not wanting to stay a moment longer.
The maid who came with him bowed, closed the door, and left as well.

Miss Dieyi stared blankly at the closed door for a while, and the room fell silent. Then she
secretly wiped away her tears, sat down beside me, and smiled at me.

"I'm sorry..." the beautiful woman beside me apologized. "Wenqi... he wasn't like this before. We
played together when we were little, he was a very kind child... After my father passed away, Wenqi's father,
Uncle Yu, took me in. Uncle Yu doted on me, maybe he neglected him..."

"Then you appeared... Uncle Yu always valued you highly and wanted to take you in as his godson. Wenqi... he
was actually quite envious of you, wasn't he?" Miss Dieyi reached out and hugged my shoulders. Her body, still
trembling with the pleasant scent of perfume, seemed to be still shaken by what had just happened.

I turned to her and put my arm around her. Then—I pressed her face up onto the bed.

"Eh?" She was a little surprised, but didn't resist. My hands were on either side of her head, looking directly into her
eyes. Her large breasts, rising and falling slightly with her breath, teased my rationality under her clothes, her long, freshly washed hair
spread out on the soft sheets.

"Who am I? What... did you bring me here for?" I stared into her eyes, trying to discern whether her answer
was true.

"Eh? You...you're Yulan? Here...you're here, because this is your home...your room."
The woman beneath me looked at me with concerned eyes, her expression pitiful. She didn't seem to be lying.

"My room...? Why does the maid have a key to my room? And she can just open
the door without knocking?" I moved closer to her face.

When the door opened earlier, I was observing the outside. This seemed to be a fairly large villa, and
the owner must be a wealthy family. I vaguely saw many expensive plants and
vases in the hallway, quite different from the cold and deserted atmosphere in this room.

Sickly appearance, a man's words, sharp corners wrapped up...it
seemed less like the man I was playing was recuperating and more like someone imprisoned and monitored in this room.

"Yulan, you...did you take your medicine again!" Miss Dieyi's voice became anxious again. She suddenly
sat up from under my pressure, held my chin with her hand, and brought her face close to me to smell my breath.

"This body is still too weak..." I gazed at the woman's beautiful face so close to mine,
feeling a mixture of affection and jealousy at her concern.

She must love this man very much... but that man is now me.

She seemed unable to find any trace of that in me. The woman gently helped me lean against the headboard apologetically, then straightened my
shirt, which I had just disheveled.

"The doctor said you can't continue taking your medication," the woman said slowly. "Although it can suppress
your condition, it might poison your brain, causing hallucinations or amnesia..."

I remained silent.

Everything here was so unfamiliar to me, and the words in my palm made me realize that this couldn't be
as simple as just medication-induced amnesia.

"Then, Yulan, do you remember me? I'm your girlfriend, Dieyi." The woman leaned closer, her
eyes full of tenderness, her deep cleavage faintly visible at the neckline.

"I remember you... but I'm a little dizzy, and I seem to be unable to remember many things," I replied, half-truthfully.
"Do you live here with me?"

"..." Miss Dieyi's face flashed with sadness for a moment, but the next second she seemed a little happy. Was it because
her boyfriend forgot everything else but not her? Sorry, that was a lie.

"Yes, we both live at Uncle Yu's house. I have my own room on the second floor, but you
haven't been feeling well for the past six months, so I..." The woman seemed a little shy.

"Really... are the shoes by the door yours too?" I asked.

"Um... um..." She gave me a strange look and answered softly.

"Your room is nearby, but you changed your shoes in my room?" I cautiously probed. Miss Dieyi was tall; she must look very beautiful in high heels... but it would be a little strange
if her boyfriend wasn't that tall . 　　"You... you really don't remember?" She suddenly became a little hesitant. 　　"Hmm...?" I was a little surprised; she was so different from her previous confident and poised demeanor. 　　"You really...you really don't remember...you were the one who said you liked me wearing high heels when we did it...you even said you liked me using my legs for you...and you said several times you wanted to see me wearing high heels being fucked by other men...Ugh...that's so mean..." 　　I was stunned. I hadn't expected this answer. This man...could he actually be a pervert? He likes to watch his girlfriend being fucked by other men? I wonder if Miss Dieyi ever agreed to such a request... 　　"I said, you...don't you remember what happened between us?" She anxiously threw herself into my arms. I opened the phone from before; the wallpaper was a photo of her and "me" wearing matching white outfits outdoors. 　　"...Um...Dieyi?" 　　"Hmm?" 　　"Didn't you tell us to meet Uncle Yu at 4 o'clock? It's only ten minutes left now." 　　"Eh? Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh?" 　　　　　　　　　　　*** *** *** 　　When we changed our clothes and arrived in front of this man named Uncle Yu, it was just past 4 PM. I had previously inquired with Dieyi about the family's situation. Uncle Yu owns an appliance company and is also Dieyi 's uncle. Dieyi's father passed away over ten years ago, and Uncle Yu has been raising his niece ever since.

Uncle Yu has two sons, the elder named Wenyi and the younger named Wenqi. Because the Wenqi I'd met was quite young,
I'd always imagined Uncle Yu to be a middle-aged man. But upon meeting him, I realized he
was actually quite old. The elderly man, who looked to be around sixty, was wearing a dark blue long gown and sitting
on the sofa in his living room. Standing beside him was an extremely beautiful and mature woman in a suit. She wore
frameless square glasses, had her hair neatly styled in a bun, and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye. Her serious and aloof demeanor led me to guess that
she was Uncle Yu's secretary.

Choosing such a beautiful secretary, this old man must be quite vigorous… but that's probably why he
has such a young son like Wenqi.

Besides Wenqi, quite a few other people had arrived before us, some sitting and some standing. Uncle Yu owns a company
, so it's not surprising that all sorts of people come and go. Wenqi was also sitting; since he's Uncle Yu's son,
he must hold a certain position in the company. The handsome young man gave
me a sharp look as I entered, to which I politely nodded. Just then, an unfamiliar male attendee saw me and
offered me his chair. I thanked him and sat down.

"Now that everyone's here, let's begin today's routine," a middle-aged man wearing glasses said, his gaze
sweeping across my face. His features bore a resemblance to Uncle Yu, and his beard was meticulously groomed. I guessed he
was probably Wenqi's brother, Wenyi.

Sure enough, Uncle Yu spoke, "Wenyi, no rush."

The old man's tone was authoritative, but I sensed a slight lack of strength… a
feeling of being preoccupied with sex. I secretly glanced at his beautiful secretary beside him, only to find her eyes also fixed on me… and
her gaze even held more disgust than Wenqi's.

Had I done something to offend her in the past? Just as I was feeling somewhat embarrassed, I heard Uncle Yu call my
name.

"Yulan, how are you feeling? Are you recovering well?" The old man seemed to prioritize
my health over the meeting, which surprised me somewhat. Moreover, his tone was
much more affectionate than when he spoke to Wenyi earlier.

Miss Dieyi and I exchanged a glance and I replied, "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Yu. I'm still a little dizzy after taking the medicine
, but I'm fine now."

"Hmm." The old man nodded, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. "Your attending physician
will be back in a few days, right? Don't take any medication without consulting a doctor."

I pondered the meaning of his words… Was he reminding me to be mindful of my situation? I thought of my room
, and the starkly different attitudes Miss Dieyi and Wenqi had shown me.

"There's no need for a meeting today," Uncle Yu announced to everyone, raising his voice. "Everyone here today is
an important person in the company. She's been running this business under my management for decades, and it hasn't been easy for her to get to where she is today. Um, my lawyer
will be here at five o'clock. I have something very important to announce. Until then, everyone is free to move around or
rest in the house."

"Dad!" Wenqi called out. His voice sounded somewhat anxious. Could it be related to this important matter?

Uncle Yu waved his hand to stop him.

"This matter has already been settled." His voice was clearly weary. "Oh, by the way. Miaozi,
could you give Yulan another physical examination? Sigh... You two are my most important right-hand men. Don't always
look at each other with dislike. The company will rely on you for a lot in the future."

The woman called Miaozi was his female secretary. She seemed to even know how to do physical examinations.
She was truly a versatile talent... But that icy attitude, coupled with that look of disgust she gave me earlier...

Please spare me. She's the kind of woman I'm worst at dealing with.

The woman wearing glasses glanced at me, and although she didn't hide the hostility in her eyes, she still agreed
.

Uncle Yu went back to his study first, and then Miao Zi and I left. The others, except for those looking for a place to smoke
, seemed to prefer waiting in the reception room, discussing this "important matter" amongst themselves.
Miss Dieyi had originally wanted to come with us, but Miao Zi gave her a look, and she seemed somewhat frightened, so she abandoned
the idea.

What a terrifying woman.

*** *** ***

Back in my room, I learned about the layout of the villa: a three-story duplex. Besides a large central
courtyard, the three U-shaped floors contained different rooms and facilities.

The third floor housed the master bedroom and study. The second floor had rooms for other family members and several servants. The first floor contained the living
room and kitchen, and my room was also on the first floor.

Miss Miao Zi led me back to my room, had me sit on the bed, and then closed the door.

I felt uneasy. Waking from the strange dream, I felt surrounded by danger, and without my memories,
I didn't even know who I could trust. As things stand, it seems only Dieyi, who claims to be my girlfriend, has clearly shown
goodwill. I recalled her fragrant scent when I pinned her to the bed earlier; it was like
the only peaceful haven in this strange world.

"What's wrong? Thinking about Dieyi?" Miss Miaozi's voice rang in my ears. I looked up, and she
had somehow appeared beside me, and... her exquisite face was so close, her eyes
so alluring.

"Miss Miaozi..." Her previous gaze, and the old man's words about "not getting along," made me think
she had always disliked me... Could this be her true face?

"Pfft~ Why are you calling me so unfamiliar? It's just the two of us here, and you're still pretending. I'm going to get angry."
Miss Miaozi had completely changed from her previous intellectual and aloof image, becoming like a witch, coquettishly complaining.

The beautiful secretary untied her hair, and the flowing wisps of hair accentuated her perfect face, making her even more charming. Then
she did something bold that caught me off guard—Miss Taeko knelt between my legs and
gently unbuckled my belt with her pearly white teeth. Her beautiful eyes were full of submissiveness.

I didn't stop her. My body seemed strangely familiar with her scent, as if she were
someone I had intimately touched countless times before.

The witch beneath me teased my penis with her tongue through my underwear, and my body was thrilled by this provocation
. Her eyes, behind her glasses, held a pleading desire for my permission.

I smiled involuntarily… Had this outwardly arrogant woman already submitted to “my”
penis?

Miss Taeko, seeing my smile, also wore a look of ecstasy. She pressed her soft body against my legs
, tilting her head up to look at me like a pet.

I smiled and nodded, granting her permission. She responded with a joyful expression.

The woman gently bit my shorts and slowly pulled them down, releasing a magnificent penis that didn't seem like that of a patient.
I was somewhat surprised myself, perhaps because it was the first time I'd ever seen anything like it.

Miss Taeko knelt before me, removing her suit jacket and unbuttoning her
shirt one button at a time. With a slight loosening of her grip, her breasts, fully encased in a black lace bra, bounced open her blouse.

She looked at me playfully, her expression asking, "Should I take them off myself, or will you strip me naked?"

I smiled slightly, leaning back as if waiting for pleasure. She understood perfectly
and slowly removed her clothes…it seemed only kindred spirits could communicate like this.

Her lace bra was gently unhooked, revealing her firm, snowy breasts. Ms. Miao
smiled, clamping my penis between her breasts.

The amazing pressure of her breasts massaged my shaft; such a size of breast, so perky and elastic, it was simply
God's favoritism…my all-powerful, beautiful secretary's dazzling breast-fucking service captivated me.
Every man would fall for a woman like this.

Waves of soft flesh made my penis tremble with excitement; the exquisite sensation of this breast-fucking was as
pleasurable as thrusting into a vagina. I propped myself up, grasping Miao's hands and squeezing her breasts even
tighter, and began to thrust.

Who knows how long I'd been bedridden, who knows how long this penis had been pent up.

Miss Taeko was completely at my mercy. She looked at me with incredibly docile eyes, breathing heavily.

I laughed wantonly, my hips slamming into the woman's soft breasts, faint
scratches appearing on her fair skin as I kneaded them.

These scratches were immediately covered by my ejaculated semen. I ejaculated with pleasure between Miss Taeko's dreamlike cleavage
, my thick penis spraying wantonly onto her breasts, white fluid splashing onto her neck and shoulders, thick
semen flowing down her flat stomach and onto her suit skirt.

Miss Taeko's body trembled violently, her legs bent wildly as if she'd been overpowered by my penis, seemingly
reaching orgasm just from being grabbed by her breasts and ejaculated on.

The lust still burned within me, but breasts alone couldn't satisfy me… I felt like I wasn't myself anymore
, grabbing the naked Miao Zi by the hair and lifting her up, shoving my even more monstrous penis towards her mouth.
Was this violent impulse the original will of this body…?

But then came a knock at the door, followed by Miss Dieyi's voice from the entrance.

"Yu…Yu Lan? It's me, Dieyi. May I come in? I'm a little worried that Yu Lan's poor health might cause
trouble for Miao Zi…"

The first part was addressed to me, the second to Miao Zi. I didn't know if Dieyi knew about my
relationship with Miao Zi; if not, coming in now was a bit inappropriate.

"It's not convenient right now, please go back first, we'll be right there." Although Dieyi was very kind to me,
I immediately lied to her because of another woman, I really felt a bit hopeless.

"But…I'm still worried about you…you guys, I'm sorry!" The voice outside apologized, followed by
the sound of a key. It seems Dieyi doesn't know about my relationship with Miaozi, and just thinks this secretary of Uncle Yu is
someone who dislikes me. She's in a hurry to come in, perhaps worried that Miaozi will bully me.

This is a bit awkward. It's not surprising that Dieyi has a key to my room, but
what will she think when she sees the scene in the room now...? The original owner of this body was a pervert who liked to watch his girlfriend being fucked by other men. I wonder
if he also told his lovely girlfriend that he was a philandering scumbag?

Just as I was in a dilemma, Miss Miaozi, who was exhausted from what I had done, stood up by supporting my shoulder.
There was semen on her eyebrows, but she smiled and made a "shush" gesture.

Then this multi-talented witch cleared her throat and spoke Uncle Yu's voice.

"Dieyi, it's me. I asked Miaozi to prepare the lawyer's materials. Now I have something to say to Yulan. You
can go back first." Miaozi spoke to the door in Uncle Yu's voice, and the sound of the lock opening immediately stopped.

I was utterly astonished. If it weren't for Miao Zi herself winking at me right in front of me, I would never have
believed that someone could imitate another person's voice so perfectly.

"Huh? It's Uncle Yu… I'm relieved then, I'll go back now." Dieyi's voice sounded relieved
, and then her footsteps echoed, indicating she was going upstairs.

Seeing my dazed expression, Miao Zi smiled and asked, "What's wrong? You haven't fallen for Dieyi, have you
?"

"Dieyi is very good to me." I was a little confused. Did Miao Zi think we were a loving
couple?

"Very good to you? Pfft~" Miao Zi laughed. "How did you describe her before? You said she was
a demon sucking your blood, right?"

My heart skipped a beat again. Since waking up, I'd been facing a situation where I couldn't distinguish friend from foe. Could Dieyi… also be
one of those who wanted to harm me?

"Is that so? Then it seems there are quite a few people who want to suck my blood, right?" I probed Miao Zi.

The secretary's eyes softened. "With Uncle Yu and me here, you don't need to be afraid... His two
sons are hostile towards you simply because they're afraid the old man will hand the company over to you. Wen Yi isn't a bad person, and Wen Qi... aside from
always clinging to me, isn't a bad person either. But what you should worry about is Zi Xu, the man who just gave you his seat
... You know, last month... I took Uncle Yu to see a doctor, and he might only have a year left
... We'll know his wishes when the lawyer arrives later. Whatever it is, you'll come with me."
"Let's protect her?"

After saying this, the slightly melancholic Ms. Miaozi's expression brightened again. "Once this matter
is resolved today, let's tell Uncle Yu about our relationship and Dieyi's true nature. You promised me that, didn't you
?"

Looking at the beautiful woman's affectionate face, I suddenly sincerely hoped that Ms. Miaozi was someone I could trust. So,
I planned to tell her about my amnesia and ask if she knew about the words on my hand—

"Ah… I'm sorry, I'm in this state, and I was just talking to you—" Miaozi helped me put on my clothes
, picked up my shirt, and hurriedly went into the bathroom.

I waited for her. Looking at the semen on the floor, I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy, wondering if Uncle Yu was a
lecherous old man who would let Miaozi help him satisfy his "physiological needs." I glanced at
the high heels that hadn't been put away near the door, and wondered if Dieyi had done what Yu Lan had asked—wearing high heels and
having wild sex with other men in front of him… I even found myself a little confused; I hadn't even figured out my own situation, yet
I was already focusing on women.

Just then, loud screams came from outside the door. There were both men and women. I vaguely heard someone calling
"Uncle Yu." A bad premonition rose in my heart—and Miaozi also came out of the bathroom, looking tense
. We exchanged a glance, quickly opened the door, and hurried out.

Before me was a scene of chaos—I pushed through the stunned crowd to the front, and there was Uncle Yu's
body, lying dead in the courtyard. He was naked from the waist down, his engorged penis torn open, a large amount of yellowish-brown fluid between his legs,
his head covered in blood, and a piece of white paper pasted on his wide-open face, which read—"

Revealing heavenly secrets, deserves death."

So—this was murder.

I saw Wen Yi comforting an unfamiliar woman, Wen Qi crying and screaming violently, and others dialing
the police or seeking medical help.

A tall, unfamiliar man stepped forward, calmly securing the scene and controlling the flow of people.
Then he swept his gaze across everyone present.

"Please tell me what you were doing just now... Although we should question each person individually, it seems the circumstances don't allow it,
so let's start with you," the unfamiliar man said to me.

I couldn't answer. Everyone's eyes converged on my face, some with doubt, some with suspicion.

"Yu Lan... he's been with me in his room the whole time, he didn't go anywhere!" Holding my hand
, the one defending me was Miss Dieyi, who had been protecting me. Just now, Miao Zi spoke to him using Uncle Yu's voice; I
should be the prime suspect in her mind, but she lied for my sake. Did this
mean she chose to trust me?

But I didn't even give her a grateful look. My gaze was completely drawn to that blank sheet of paper.

The handwriting of the character "机" in "妄泄天机" (to recklessly reveal secrets) is exactly
the same as the handwriting of the character "机" in "反应反应反应" (to adapt to changing circumstances) on my hand...

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