Desire Dream Butterfly

Desire Dream Butterfly
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(I)
(a)
"Zhuang Zhou, this is my mom." Meng Die hung up the phone and said to Zhuang Zhou with an embarrassed look, "Something came up at home and she wants me to go back now."
"Huh?" Zhuang Zhou was a little surprised. It was his birthday today, and his future mother-in-law knew about it. "Is it something important? Do you want me to go back with you?"
"No need, Xiao Wen can come with me. By the way, give me the keys. My bag is still with you. I'll have Xiao Wen bring it to you in a bit." As she spoke, Meng Die gave an apologetic smile to Zhuang Zhou's classmates and friends sitting around the dinner table.
Taking the keys, Meng Die quickly kissed Zhuang Zhou lightly on the lips and whispered, "Happy birthday."
Then she left with a blush on her face.
Touching his lips, Zhuang Zhou, looking savoring the moment, attracted the attention of several single men at the table. One of them loudly asked, "How's it going, Zhuang Zhou? You're already engaged, shouldn't you get your future sister-in-law settled in?"
A burst of laughter followed.
Zhuang Zhou scratched his head, his face flushed, "Get lost, the wedding's in three months, what's the rush?"
"By the way, are you impotent? Don't hold back our school beauty, there are still plenty of guys here who haven't given up."
"Whether you're good or not isn't up to you, you have to ask your sister-in-law. Right?" "
This guy is just lucky. Unlike me, I've only ever had such good things in my dreams."
Zhuang Zhou didn't argue with them, happily continuing to drink. Looking back on his twenty-five years of life, it had been incredibly smooth. Born into a well-off family, with harmonious parents, Zhuang Zhou had never experienced any family misfortune. He went to a prestigious university, and despite his average looks, he patiently and persistently won over the school beauty from the neighboring university, who was two years younger than him. No wonder everyone present today felt a surge of resentment when they saw Meng Die, a beauty known for her shyness and gentleness, offer her lips in public.
After all, they were good friends; once the resentment dissipated, they resumed their brotherly drinking spree. By the time Xiao Wen returned and gave the keys to Zhuang Zhou, all the men, except for the seemingly invincible Zhuang Zhou, were thoroughly drunk.
When it was time to go home, Zhuang Zhou, who wasn't drunk, took a taxi. Those with girlfriends were lucky; someone would pick them up. The sight of three or four single men supporting each other as they hailed taxis was truly pitiful.
Rolling down the car window, a cool breeze brushed Zhuang Zhou's forehead. Recalling his fiancée's captivating figure, coupled with the teasing words he'd just heard—words spoken unintentionally but heard with intent—it felt like alcohol was gathering in his groin, a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. If he hadn't promised Meng Die he'd wait until after their marriage, he would have already gotten his wish during their last trip to the beach.
He chuckled and patted his slightly hardened penis. What's the rush? It's only three months, it'll be over soon. What's the big deal about being a virgin for another three months?
But Xiaowen is really something. He was so looking forward to Mengdie's birthday present, and this silly girl lost it. Mengdie is there, so he can't say anything. What's worse, this woman actually gave him a box of condoms, saying it's part of his wedding gift three months later. He'll definitely kick this girl out of the church then.
Touching the box in his pocket, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but sigh. Another three months until he can use it. Why didn't he think of this frustrating situation when they were engaged, this difficulty in getting his woman to do something?
This incident clearly taught Zhuang Zhou's male friends a lesson: if you don't have the shamelessness to deny it, don't promise things you can't deliver; no one will sympathize with you.
He opened the door; the room was pitch black, but in a little while, he believed warm lights would be waiting for him inside. Zhuang Zhou turned on the light, then surveyed his house with a touch of smug satisfaction. If someone were waiting for him in the bedroom right now, that would be wonderful.
He sighed, pushed open the bedroom door, and turned on the light to undress.
"You're back." A soft voice, tinged with shyness, echoed in the bedroom. Zhuang Zhou looked in the direction of the voice and stared in disbelief at the alluring figure on the double bed—Meng Die.
Meng Die was wearing a slightly conservative white nightgown—his nightgown, which didn't quite cover her beautiful chest. She leaned against the headboard, a pretty bow tied with the ribbon used for wrapping gifts on her long, slender neck. Her bright eyes dared not meet Zhuang Zhou's burning gaze, glancing sideways at her bent, crossed legs. Her charming face was flushed, and she stammered, as if using all her courage, "This…this is a birthday present for you. Do you…do you like it?" Her Adam's apple
bobbed, and Zhuang Zhou felt a dryness in his throat. It must have been Xiao Wen's idea; otherwise, Meng Die wouldn't have made such a bold move. But going against his own good judgment wasn't something a man would do.
He went over and stroked Meng Die's burning cheeks, asking incredulously, "Is this real?"
Meng Die tilted her head coquettishly, "I'm right here, how could it be fake?" Her face flushed even more.
Zhuang Zhou excitedly hugged Meng Die tightly, kissing her earlobe, cheek, and then her luscious red lips. "I love it. This is the best birthday present I've ever received."
"You're so annoying." Meng Die buried her head in his chest, not daring to let him see her blushing face. Her voice, barely audible, seemed to be a whispered complaint, "It's all Xiao Wen's fault for instigating me to do this..."
Holding her, he slowly lay down. Zhuang Zhou, barely daring to breathe, carefully moved along the beautiful curve of Meng Die's back towards her sacred breasts. When his hands covered those full, rounded mounds, he felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Xiao Wen. Beneath her pajamas, her beautiful body trembled slightly with nervousness, her firm breasts conveying this tension to Zhuang Zhou's hands. He gently caressed her, suppressing his own nervousness, and whispered reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, Meng Die, I... I won't let you down."
Meng Die lowered her hands, which instinctively tried to cover her chest, and lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhuang Zhou's face. But her soft little hands climbed onto the buttons of his shirt, expressing her determination through her actions.
Not satisfied with being blocked by the pajamas, Zhuang Zhou tentatively reached his hand into the loose neckline of the pajamas. Meng Die shuddered and shrank back to avoid him. He dared not be presumptuous and could only caress the alluring white skin at the neckline, the smooth skin seemingly possessing a captivating pull.
Meng Die gradually began to let out low, soft breaths. His shirt had been completely unbuttoned by her, as if seeking some kind of comfort, her soft hands unconsciously tracing the contours of his firm muscles.
"Xiaodie, you're so beautiful..." he whispered in her ear, kissing the ribbon around her neck and untying it with his mouth, then repeatedly imprinting his marks on her jade-like neck.
Letting out muffled moans, Mengdie tilted her head back, responding to his nibbling, completely at his mercy.
The swelling in her lower body was beginning to ache, and he pulled her hand down, guiding it. He unzipped his pants, guiding her small hand to his erect penis. After a slight flinch, her warm palm enveloped his hot shaft, but she simply left it there, completely unsure what to do.
Tentatively beginning to advance towards the mysterious valley, Zhuang Zhou nervously explored along her delicate skin.
But just as he was about to slip his hand inside her underwear, Mengdie suddenly pushed him away.
"Wh...what's wrong?" Zhuang Zhou was nervous; had he done something wrong, being completely inexperienced?
"You...you haven't showered yet." Meng Die blushed and pushed him away, her coquettish yet reproachful expression making Zhuang Zhou's heart skip a beat.
He rushed into the bathroom, frantically washing his body. His fully erect penis throbbed impatiently, the warm sensation of the hot water flowing over it making him even more eager for the real, warm, soft body that awaited him. Carefully washing every inch of his penis, he half-jokingly muttered to himself, "This time it's all up to you, don't embarrass me." He
quickly dried himself off, not even bothering to put on his pajamas, and rushed back to the bedroom. Through his wet, half-long hair, he could see the beautiful scene on the bed. The lights had been dimmed to an ambiguous yellow. Meng Die had covered herself completely under the large blanket, half her face hidden beneath, only her large, watery eyes looking at his naked body with a mixture of timidity and shyness. His eyes caught sight of the neatly folded pajamas and the underwear that had been removed by the bedside, and his lower body tensed up, his slightly limp penis hardening again to its maximum.
"Xiaodie, I'm here..." Zhuang Zhou swallowed hard, gently lifting a corner of the blanket. Mengdie blushed and turned her back to him. He opened his arms, slipping under the covers and embracing her beautiful, soft body. The warm, fragrant body in his arms made his heart pound. Her soft back curves fit perfectly in his embrace, her smooth skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He couldn't help but hold her tighter. Mengdie curled her legs up in nervousness, her burning desire nestled between her rising buttocks.
As if burned, she flinched. To ease her tension, he gently kissed the back of her neck, lightly touching her sensitive earlobe from time to time. Struggling to suppress the urge to penetrate, he patiently caressed her using the methods he had learned through various channels. One hand first moved to her back, then to her waist, gradually moving downwards towards more sensitive areas.
"Zhou, I'm so scared..." she whispered, her long, pink legs curled up together as if to avoid the large hand about to reach her buttocks.
Zhuang Zhou was already on the verge of exploding with nervousness. Although he had practiced countless times with his hands, the mere touch of the girl's soft skin was enough to make him explode. Her bent legs and naturally taut, pert buttocks sent waves of pleasure through him as the slightest movement of her buttocks brushed against his burning glans. "Don't panic," he kept telling himself, but all the techniques he had learned from various websites were now completely forgotten. His mind was blank, and only his hands, driven by instinct, began to knead her soft, plump buttocks, tentatively approaching the mysterious garden between her thighs.
"Zhou...please...please be gentle." She murmured softly like a deer, nervously grabbing his wrist as his fingers lightly touched the most delicate petals of her flower garden.
"I will," he replied dryly, struggling to restrain the urge of his hand to go further in. He stopped where he was, pressing his hand against the hot skin of her inner thigh, gently caressing it. His hand slipped under her armpit, kissing the back of her neck while carefully moving towards her sacred breasts.
Her hand gripped his, then hesitated before releasing it. Receiving the signal, he no longer hesitated and cupped her soft, tender breasts in his hands. The full, elastic orbs attracted his palms like magnets, and the nipples gradually hardened under his kneading.
The heat from her nipples gradually spread deep into her lower abdomen, merging with the pleasure from the caressed sensitive skin on her inner thighs, converging towards the depths of her garden. She shyly closed her legs, slightly twisting her body, yet still unable to stop the warm current slowly flowing from deep within her. "Zhou... I'm so hot."
Turning his head from behind her, he kissed along the back of her ear to her yearning red lips. She shifted slightly, turning her head in response. Their lips and tongues intertwined, he sucked on her smooth, tender lips, listening to her alluring nasal voice, the heat in his lower body becoming uncontrollable.
"Xiaodie... I want you, I want you..." He looked into her eyes, making no attempt to hide his impatient desire.
"Zhou..." she whispered his name, then turned over, her tightly pressed legs parting slightly in embarrassment. She reached out and gently grasped his engorged penis, whispering almost inaudibly, "Please, love me well..."
He panted, suddenly pulling the blanket aside. She cried out softly, trying to curl up, but he firmly pulled her long legs apart with both hands. "Xiaodie, let me see you properly..."
"You...you're annoying..." She covered her face with her hands, but no longer cowered. Her alluring naked body was fully displayed before him under the bright light.
Her skin, originally as white as ivory, now glowed pink with the flush of passion and sweat. Her soft nipples now stood proudly erect with pleasure and anticipation. Her secret garden, originally tightly closed among sparse pubic hair, now slightly opened its gates with determination and love. His gaze traveled downwards, finally locking onto the pinkish glint between her thighs, glistening with moisture.
Invasion…possession…combination…a series of commands were given without any thought. He covered her body, seemingly driven entirely by instinct, his hard penis relentlessly pressing against her mons pubis. But lacking experience, he couldn't find the entrance to pleasure.
The hot glans pressed against her thighs, making her weak all over. The few times it hit her clitoris, it made her tremble. She looked down at Zhuang Zhou, who was busy and sweating profusely. She swallowed, bit her lower lip, and with two fingers, she pinched his penis and shyly guided it to her vaginal opening. Although it wasn't completely wet, there was a little bit of lubrication in her tightly closed vulva.
The glans pressed against the soft, warm indentation of her pink vulva, and he almost ejaculated right there. He quickly bent down, bracing himself with both hands beside her, and thrust forcefully. He felt his glans pierce into Meng Die's body, her warm, tender flesh tightly enveloping him, soft and moist, constantly writhing and contracting, making his whole body tingle.
Meng Die's face turned pale, her hands supporting her chest, and she said in a trembling voice, "Zhou, don't... don't be so rough, I... I'm in so much pain."
He was already at the point of exhaustion, his taut penis almost controlling his body, wanting to forcefully drill into the depths of that soft vagina, and then enjoy the pleasure of thrusting in and out in a way that was far beyond what hands could simulate.
"Xiaodie, it'll be alright after this." He comforted her as he thrust harder, feeling a piercing sensation at the tip of his penis, then warm fluid seeped out from the opening. She let out a suppressed cry of pain, her eyes brimming with tears as she softly said, "Zhou... please... please be gentle, I... I feel like I'm going to split open... sob..."
He quickly kissed away her tears, apologizing repeatedly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, it's my fault, I was too rough. I won't move anymore."
He suppressed his urge and stopped, the tender flesh inside her vagina tightly gripping his penis, contracting with the rise and fall of her chest. Even without thrusting, it was still much more pleasurable than when he masturbated.
After a moment of this stalemate, both of their naked bodies were covered in glistening sweat, especially Zhuang Zhou, who was struggling to hold back.
"Zhou... are you... in pain...?" Meng Die looked at him with teary eyes, appearing somewhat apologetic.
Zhuang Zhou chuckled foolishly, touching her face and saying, "I hurt you, it's only right that I bear with it. Seeing you in so much pain makes me feel bad too."
She bit her lip and shifted her body, her vagina tightly gripping his penis, rubbing against his shaft with her movement. She groaned in pain and whispered, "Zhou... it doesn't hurt so much anymore, it's just... it feels so swollen and uncomfortable, like there's something growing in my stomach... you... move..."
Her innocent and confused expression was indescribably lewd, making him even more aroused. That "move" made him feel like he had been granted a pardon. Without hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, pushing his long-suppressed penis deep into Meng Die's vagina, stopping only when it reached the soft, tender flesh at the very back.
Meng Die let out a kitten-like whimper, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. The muscles inside her vagina, making contact with the stranger for the first time, enveloped her with a mixture of pain and excitement.
"Little Die...ah...ah...your...down there...is so tight, so...so good..." It felt as if countless suction cups were attached to his penis. After a couple of difficult thrusts, the urge to ejaculate surged through his spine.
Meng Die tilted her head, blushing, and said in a soft voice, "You...you hate...saying...saying such vulgar things."
The soft, panting moans in his ear, the soft, beautiful body of his lover beneath him—the pleasure in his groin was amplified by psychological satisfaction. Zhuang Zhou could no longer restrain himself. He thrust a few more times with all his might, a jolt of electric pleasure shooting through his lower back. He quickly embraced Meng Die's naked body tightly, his penis deeply inserted into her tender virgin vagina, ejaculating copious amounts of hot semen to mark that untouched territory.
In the ecstasy of that ultimate climax, Zhuang Zhou felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his mind going completely blank…
(b)
“Strange… he ejaculated. Dr. Foucher, is your treatment even working?”
Strange… what language is this… why can I understand it? Everything is so dark… what’s going on? That’s Meng Die’s voice… why is she speaking this strange language?
“This just proves the greatness of my treatment. At least, his sexual nerves have returned to normal. I believe that if I stimulate him a little more, he will wake up.”
What? Who is this old man? What wake up? I… was I asleep?
“Alright, go ahead and try. He’s been asleep for almost a month. If he doesn’t wake up soon, the Frye Group will become a group of vegetative state people, that would be truly ridiculous.”
Meng Die, what are you saying… what interstellar group… what Frye? What are you talking about! A month?
We… didn’t we just make love… a nightmare? Could it be a nightmare?
In the boundless darkness, his brain suddenly felt as if it had been struck by lightning, followed by a scorching knife slowly slicing inch by inch down his head. The dull pain made him want to scream, but no sound came out, as if something was stuck in his mouth.
The pain intensified, and the electric current coursing through his brain continued to grow stronger…
“Ah!” He suddenly broke free of the gag and screamed, his eyes snapping open. A large gush of thick liquid with a pungent smell poured into his mouth, and at the same time… countless unfamiliar memories flooded his mind as if falling from the sky. Both the memories and the liquid nearly drowned him…
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a strange bed. Although the sheets and other items looked like those in a hospital, strange metal instruments were attached to the headboard and footboard. The jumbled memories in his mind were impossible to sort out. He painfully shifted his body and realized that he was completely naked.
"You're finally awake." A familiar, gentle voice came from beside the bed. Although it spoke a completely unfamiliar language, he could understand it, as if he had been born into this language.
"Mr. Bart? Mr. Bart. How are you feeling?" It was the old man's voice.
The name in his memory overlapped with the two people's calls. Although it was unfamiliar, he knew it was indeed his name. He turned his head. The old man standing by the bed did not attract his attention at all. He focused on the beautiful woman who was looking at him with concern. Her black hair, bright eyes, and delicate nose were all so familiar. He opened his mouth, wanting to call her Xiaodie, wanting to ask her what was going on, but the words that came out were: "Who are you... Where am I?"
That's right, intuition and chaotic memories told him that this was not Xiaodie. Not the gentle woman who was about to become his wife.
The woman reached out and touched his forehead with concern, sighing, "I'm Zhuang'er, have you lost your memory?"
"Zhuang'er?" He felt a headache coming on and clutched his head.
"You gave me that ridiculous name! I'm Derem Fry, your wife, don't you remember me?"
The old man in white quickly pulled her aside, saying, "Mrs. Fry, calm down, your husband just woke up, his mind might not be fully recovered yet."
He shouted incoherently, making the situation even more uncontrollable, "Listen to me! I'm not Fry!
My name isn't Bart! I... I'm just an ordinary Chinese man! My name is Zhuang Zhou! Now, who the hell tells me what's going on?!"
The old man looked at him strangely, surprised, "Mrs. Fry, your husband... could he be like those idiots on those variety shows... time-traveled? How could he... mention that ancient kingdom on such a distant planet?"
A distant planet? An ancient kingdom? He asked in a trembling voice, "What did you say? This...isn't Earth?"
Zhuang'er stomped her foot angrily, her high heels, made of some unknown metal, making a loud thud on the floor. "I should have shredded those damn chips in your study into titanium slag a long time ago! Don't you dare tell me now that you're Chinese, living happily in a place called Earth, with a beautiful wife, a harmonious family, trees, flowers, animals, and that damn ozone layer!"
He was also angry, shouting, "Why can't I tell you that! That's how I lived!"
Zhuang'er seemed very angry, her delicate face flushed. She grabbed him, dragged him to a strange, round window resembling a submarine porthole, pushed his head to look out, and whispered in his ear, "I can understand your amnesia! When the spaceship crashed..." "I also bear some responsibility! But you'd better not act crazy towards me! I can cure anything except mental illness! Open your eyes wide and look! This is the artificial planet Fantesi-72! There's no China
here no trees, no flowers, no animals, and no
ozone layer that's as ridiculous as a condom and leaks at the slightest touch! Those novels and movies depicting things from thousands of years ago are just for entertainment! I've already tolerated you wasting your life on those things! And now you dare to say you're a Chinese person from Earth?"
He didn't refute a word, because he was completely dumbfounded.
Outside the window was a hazy gray sky, as if a giant reflective dome covered the entire planet. Below, twisted and crowded buildings of all kinds of bizarre shapes densely filled the ground. And the sky was as congested as a highway, with various flying machines constantly challenging his meager imagination. This isn't Earth…
…Where…where is this…?
Seeing his lack of reaction, Zhuang’er’s anger seemed to subside somewhat. She helped him sit back on the bed, suppressing her rage, and said, “I know you’re badly injured this time, and you might have some brain problems. I’ll complete the discharge procedures, and we’ll go home. You should rest well; you’ll be fine. I’ll tell your family to prepare a welcome gift for you later. Don’t overthink it.”
He sat blankly on the edge of the bed, his lifeless eyes falling on the gleaming metal instruments opposite him. His image was clearly reflected on the casing—a blond man in his thirties, slightly obese and naked, his skin as pale as if he had never seen sunlight.
He closed his eyes in despair and lay back down on the bed.
Zhuang’er sighed and said to the doctor, “Dr. Foucher, let’s go complete the discharge procedures. Thank you very much for your treatment. I will transfer the payment to your account as soon as possible…”
The two walked out as they spoke. The hemispherical door slid shut automatically. In the quiet room, only he—Mr. Bart—remained, his face streaked with tears.
After dressing and leaving the hospital, he boarded the enormous aircraft and quietly nestled in the soft sofa, listening to Zhuang'er patiently recount his unfamiliar life.
He was thirty-two years old this year. He married his current wife, Derem Farah, who was twenty at the time, when he was thirty—the woman he renamed Zhuang'er. They hadn't had any children in two years because he insisted on natural childbirth while Zhuang'er wanted to modify the fetus's genes; he insisted on having a daughter while Zhuang'er only wanted a son. He was the sole legal heir to the Frye Group, but he lacked both business acumen and interest. Fortunately, with the help of his capable wife, he managed to maintain the group's normal operations. His daily interests consisted of spending vast sums of money in his private villa watching various entertainment items and engaging in the lewd transactions common among wealthy men on the black market. In this age of advanced genetic technology, areas beyond the reach of the law were rife with disgusting and blasphemous transactions. Furthermore, wealthy individuals, weary of modified humans, were buying up natural humans at exorbitant prices to commit various perverse acts.
However, Zhuang'er didn't seem entirely clear on the extent of his perversion, or perhaps she was too disgusted to elaborate.
Recently, he'd become obsessed with fantasy novels and science fiction movies depicting a blissful life in a medieval place called Earth, and
he had a particular fondness for antique-looking adult DVDs, spending a fortune and two or three years researching that period's history. He almost wished he were an ordinary person from that era.
Zhuang'er leaned back in her chair, looking helpless and exhausted, and said in a suppressed whisper, "I really didn't expect you to become so obsessed. I tolerated your black market dealings and those kinds of things back then, but this time you've disappointed me so much."
He clutched his head in confusion, saying, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...but...but my mind is a complete mess."
Zhuang'er sighed, gently hugged him, and said softly, "Rest for a while, you'll be fine. We've prepared your favorite dinner at home. Everything will be alright once we're home."
Home...home? Flying in this giant beetle-like metal shell to a place he had absolutely no recollection of—could that really be called home?
He painfully covered his eyes with his hands, unwilling to look at the metallic scenery rushing past him.
Only when the entire cabin shook slightly and the hatch slid open with a hiss did he lower his hands, stand up, and follow Zhuang'er down.
Before him was a manor far different from the strange buildings he had just seen; instead… it was a huge villa more similar to the villas he knew. He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "This...is our home?"
Zhuang'er turned around somewhat irritably and said, "Isn't it all because you insisted on building it like this? You even wanted to hire someone to smuggle some green plants from Ores 04 at a high price, causing the smuggling investigation department to visit our house several times. I just don't understand what the point of this outdated and space-wasting architectural layout is, besides wasting money. What you're doing is as boring as an ancient nouveau riche."
He smiled awkwardly, and the driver next to him—a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old wearing a strange driving suit—smiled and said, "Madam, it's not like the master hasn't been bored for a while."
Only then did he notice the little girl. Although she was very pretty...she was far too young. "This...is this our driver?"
Zhuang'er rolled her eyes at him. He snorted and said, "You bought this smuggled robot at a high price, and now you want to ask me?"
The little girl immediately squatted down sadly, drawing circles with her hands and sobbing, "Master is so mean, he doesn't even remember Die'er."
Zhuang'er said somewhat impatiently, "Don't use your own name when you speak!" Then she turned to him and pointed at his forehead, saying, "And you! How many times have I told you to change her name? It sounds like I'm on the same level as her!"
Die'er stuck out her tongue, "Master set it up this way, Die'er can't do anything about it. If Madam has the password, she can change it for Die'er."
The three of them entered the house while talking. After the door opened and closed automatically, the lights inside immediately turned on. The magnificent hall looked exactly like the one he remembered, not sci-fi at all.
Zhuang'er took off her metallic outer garment and tossed it aside, kicked off her high heels, and rubbed her heels. "874, take Mr. Bart to his room for dinner. I'm tired. The decor here looks terribly old-fashioned. I'm going back to my room to shower. Don't wait for me for dinner. This is the model I bought for you, but it's not to my taste. I'll come over later."
He reached out to call Zhuang'er back, but he was too afraid of her, so he didn't say it. He thought that if all else failed, he would ask Die'er. It seemed that this cute robot was closer to him.
Upon reaching the third floor, Die'er pointed to a door and said, "Master, this is your room. Although the bedroom is with Madam, you haven't slept there in a while, so Madam has become quite nagging. You have to take responsibility for that."
He stammered in response, saying, "I... there are many things I can't remember. Can you tell me?"
Die'er giggled and said, "When did Master become so polite? Die'er isn't used to it. Die'er will go change into Master's favorite clothes. Master, please go in and have your meal first. This time it's high-priced, only slightly cheaper than Master's favorite kind... But since Madam definitely won't like it, Master, please eat as much as you like."
Die'er smiled as she walked, saying, "Actually, it's better for husband and wife to eat this kind of high-class food separately."
He was completely confused, but he still pushed open the door and went in. He was indeed hungry; if there was something to eat, he would fill his stomach first before dealing with the problem of his mind.
The room inside was quite large, with several other doors. The room at the entrance seemed to be a dining room, with several long sofas in the middle of a low, tall dining table laden with plates, bowls, cutlery, and other utensils. At the far end was a huge wall that looked like a large LCD screen. That was about it; the furnishings were very simple. A girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old stood at the table, her stunning figure quite incongruous with her seemingly innocent smile. Seeing him enter, the girl immediately approached respectfully, bowed, and said, "Good evening, Mr. Bart. I am Lof-TF19052. I will be in charge of your dinner tonight."
Only then did he notice that the girl was wearing only an apron. With that bow, her naked, pink body was fully revealed.
Especially her full breasts, which swayed alluringly.
He forced his gaze away, walked over, and sat down at the table, saying, "Okay... I understand."
The girl walked behind him, placed a napkin on his lap, and laid most of her body in front of him, challenging his reason. He could clearly feel that his penis was fully erect, pressing against his crotch, rubbing painfully.
The girl set out the tableware, then took off her apron, brought a large basin of water, and stood in it, washing herself naked.
He watched strangely as the girl carefully washed every part of her body, from her high breasts to her rosy labia. When she turned her back to him and bent down to wash her small feet, he finally couldn't resist. He suddenly stood up, walked over, and hugged the girl from behind, cupping her breasts in his hands and kneading them frantically.
He was Bart... Meng Die didn't exist... so what he was doing... wasn't wronging anyone... he comforted himself, opening his mouth to kiss the girl's body haphazardly. The girl's skin was incredibly smooth and fragrant, making it hard for him to stop after just one kiss. He quickly pushed her to the edge of the table and started unzipping his pants.
The girl turned around, puzzled, and asked, "Mr. Bart, would you like any special services before the meal?"
Thinking of his status as a wealthy man, he figured the girl might be deliberately seducing him to earn some extra money, so he replied, "Yes, let me have my way. If I'm satisfied, you'll get your reward."
The girl didn't struggle or resist, but frowned and said, "Mr. Bart, if this affects the quality of your meal, our company will not be responsible."
He didn't care about that anymore. He stood behind the girl, spread her legs, parted her tender labia with his fingers, rubbed his glans against her vulva, and then thrust in without hesitation.
Although there wasn't much lubrication, his thick penis still slid in smoothly to the root. This girl was indeed not a virgin. He couldn't help but feel inexplicably angry, grabbing her soft buttocks with both hands and violently raping her.
The girl frowned and said, "Mr. Bart… when your wife ordered… she said it was for a couple, so we don't offer any special services…"
Couple? He suddenly realized that Zhuang'er would be coming over soon after her shower. Although he didn't think it would matter if she saw him, he was still a little scared. However, the hot, contracting flesh inside the girl's vagina sucked at his inserted penis, making it impossible for him to just pull out.
"She won't say anything, just stick your ass up high! Enough with the nonsense!" He was getting impatient, his tone becoming fierce, but as he said these words, he had a strange feeling that this was really him.
The girl hummed in agreement, sticking her buttocks up high and starting to sway her slender waist, skillfully pleasing him.
The layers of tender flesh inside her vagina rubbed against him, making him tremble all over. Although the girl's vagina seemed quite long, and he could never reach the end, the mere sight of his tightly constricted penis was already incredibly pleasurable.
He gripped the girl's full breasts, which were pressed against the table, with both hands. The flesh was softer than he had imagined, almost as if it would snap if he squeezed too hard. He pinched and kneaded them desperately, his penis thrusting vigorously, but the girl's cheeks only flushed slightly. She neither cried out in pain nor groaned with pleasure, which made him somewhat frustrated.
He turned the girl over, cradling her small feet against his chest. Meng Die's feet were always beautiful; every summer when she wore sandals, he couldn't help but stare at them for ages. Now, these feet were even more delicate and exquisite, pink and tender, making one want to take a bite. He took one toe into his mouth, sucking on the plump, soft pad, a surge of excitement and satisfaction welling up inside him.
The girl's body tensed suddenly as her foot was in his mouth, and she groaned loudly, as if this was more stimulating than the penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Her elastic vagina contracted violently, though for some reason, there was still no lubrication.
But the girl's groans had greatly stimulated him; he felt a tightening at the base of his penis, knowing that orgasm was imminent. He thrust hard a few more times, ejaculating his thick semen deep into the girl's vagina.
He lay on the girl's soft body, panting heavily, unwilling to get up. The girl nudged him. "Mr. Bart, please get up. I need to clean myself up, or your wife will complain."
"Complain? What will she complain about?" He laughed, suddenly feeling that raping the girl again in front of her would be even more exciting. That face, the same as Meng Die's, but with a completely different personality, made him very uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, his familiar voice came from the other side of the door. "If she doesn't clean herself up, I will definitely complain.
It's your business if you want to eat semen, but I have no interest in eating that disgusting stuff at dinner time."
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He stood up somewhat awkwardly. The girl immediately got up and squatted in the basin, using her fingers to spread her labia and scooping out the sticky semen.
Zhuang'er snorted and came over to sit down. She had changed into a soft silk nightgown, and when she didn't speak, she looked almost exactly like Meng Die, which made him a little stunned.
"You're really interested, even with something like this you can enjoy it so much. I should have ordered a different model so you could have your way by yourself. I was hoping to have dinner with you."
He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Wouldn't it taste better if
I stretched a bit?" Zhuang'er snorted and urged the girl, "Hurry up. I'm starving."
The girl nodded quickly, "Okay, okay, almost ready."
He couldn't help but feel a little strange and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? The food hasn't even arrived
yet." Zhuang'er gave him a strange look, then said as if suddenly realizing something, "So you can't even remember that? I was saying that even though you're usually quite lewd, and you definitely rape yourself before eating, you wouldn't go so far as to rape the food we're supposed to eat together."
"You...what did you say?"
Zhuang'er pointed at the girl: "That's our dinner. If it weren't for having you with me, I wouldn't be interested in eating this female-type."
He stammered, unable to speak, only staring blankly at the girl who was drying herself with a towel. No matter how you looked at it...it was a living, breathing girl...
After drying her feet, the girl climbed directly onto the dining table, between the two of them, and said with a smile: "This time, our company has included a new formula of synthetic milk as a bonus. Would you like some?" As she spoke, she knelt on the table and cupped her full, round breasts with both hands.
Zhuang'er picked up a cup, "Pour it into the cup. You can feed him."
The girl hummed in agreement, bent down, and aligned her rosy nipples with the rim of the cup. First, she scratched her nipples a few times with her fingers, then pushed from the base of her breasts to the tips with both hands. With a hiss, a thin white jet of water shot into the cup. The girl squeezed for a while, filling the cup to the brim. As Zhuang'er picked up her drink, the girl moved closer to him, cupping her other breast in her hand and bringing it to his face.
He was panting heavily, his mind a jumble of thoughts, unsure of what to do. The girl said softly, "Mr. Bart, please take my nipple in your mouth."
He opened his mouth blankly, a sweet fragrance filling his mouth as a soft, tender nipple was placed inside. He tried sucking a few times, but nothing came out.
The girl gently instructed, "Please bite down on the tip."
Bite? He pressed his teeth against the nipple, but couldn't bring himself to bite. Wouldn't it hurt...?
Zhuang'er drank half her drink and impatiently urged, "Are you planning to eat dinner until tomorrow morning?"
He gritted his teeth and bit down hard. As his jaw snapped shut, a piece of the nipple was bitten off. He was shocked and quickly looked at the girl's face. She showed no signs of pain; instead, she trembled with pleasure as if she were having an orgasm, still squeezing her breasts with both hands.
A sweet milk immediately filled his mouth, which he sucked and swallowed greedily, his face flushed with excitement. It seemed something dormant was awakening within him, filling him with both fear and anticipation.
After sucking for a while, when nothing else came out, the girl returned to the table. This time, however, she didn't kneel but lay flat on the table. "Lof-TF19052 is ready. Thank you for patronizing our company. We hope you enjoyed the dinner. If you have any comments or complaints about the service, please call xxx-xxxx-xxxx-xxxx-xxxx. We hope to
serve you again next time." Having said this, the girl stopped talking and began to apply an unknown fragrance and a golden, oily substance to her entire body.
Zhuang'er poked at one of the girl's breasts with a fork and said casually, "This side doesn't need paint."
Then, she plunged the fork into the breast. Bright red liquid seeped out from where it was inserted; it looked like blood, but there was far less than expected.
Seeing his strange expression, Zhuang'er coldly said, "What are you looking at? There can only be this much blood at most. If you bleed more, it will violate the law. I really don't know what you men are thinking. You're like beasts who love to see blood."
He said hoarsely, "No...no, I mean...this...this is clearly a person! How...how can it be used as food!"
Zhuang'er widened her eyes and said in surprise, "Okay, it's not your fault that you have amnesia. This is not a real person, just a modified creature. It's just...not many families can afford to eat humanoid modified creatures. Speaking of which, it's really funny that someone who has bought and eaten real girls on the black market is saying this to me."
What...what? He was truly shocked, and the knife and fork in his hand fell to the ground.
Zhuang'er ignored him, "You'll remember sooner or later. You're that kind of person. It's impossible for you to leave that kind of life." After saying this, she picked up the knife and carefully cut along the base of the girl's breast.
A bright red wound stretched from the girl's ribs to her chest, and her full breasts gradually detached from her body. After severing the last sliver of skin, Zhuang'er placed the entire breast on the plate in front of her, poured some sauce on it, then cut off a slice and put it in her mouth, chewing and complaining, "So greasy, only you men could eat this."
The girl smiled and said, "Madam, the lean meat is on the thighs, or, I recommend our company's latest male model, the MF-TM19000 series, with fine meat and few additives. Welcome to patronize us."
"This is insane..." He clutched his head, slumped onto the table; this conversation was beyond his comprehension, making his brain feel like it was on fire.
A fragrant aroma wafted to his nose. He looked up and saw the girl had cut off her other breast and placed it in front of him, smiling as she said, "Mr. Bart, please try it; you won't be disappointed."
He looked at the breast, now laid flat on the plate, still as high and firm as when it was on his body. Brushed with seasoning, the flesh gleamed golden, igniting an uncontrollable appetite within him.
He reached out, his hand trembling, and pinched the piece of flesh, then tremblingly brought it to his lips and took a bite…
He didn't know how he finished that dinner. The two of them didn't eat much; after the girl's breast, thigh, and labia were eaten, dinner was over. After the thigh muscles were gone, the white bones were exposed. Although Zhuang'er had said it was because it was a high-end product with simulated bones, he still felt a pang of stomach acid. Towards the end, the girl continued to serve them with a smile, which finally gave him the feeling that this was truly not human.
After Zhuang'er returned to her room, Die'er came in. She was dressed in a little girl's dress, looking adorable and sweet, but he had no interest in admiring her at the moment. He beckoned to her and said, "Die'er, come here, I need to talk to you."
"What's wrong, Master? Are you in a bad mood? Or are you troubled by your amnesia?" Die'er snuggled directly into his arms. Her petite body was much lighter than she looked, but the soft little bottom rubbing against his thighs made him feel inexplicably hot.
"What kind of person am I?" He nervously hugged her small body tightly, waiting for an answer.
"Master, is that you?" Die'er giggled, her little bottom bouncing exaggeratedly. "Master, you're a big pervert!"
He smiled awkwardly and said, "I...I didn't ask that...I wanted to ask, what kind of person was I before?"
Die'er still smiled innocently. "But, Master, you really were a big pervert before. Hehe, Master, it's not that Die'er doesn't want to tell you, but Die'er only serves you in this house. Only Madam knows what happens outside."
"How much time...have I spent in this house?" He looked around the house. He had a vague sense of familiarity with all four doors, as if he had spent most of his life here. No! He shook his head suddenly...I'm not from here! I'm Zhuang Zhou!
Butterfly pondered for a moment, then let out a sweet hum, which stirred a surge of emotion within him. "Master spends almost all day in this room. Master says that Madam has many things to do every day and won't be lonely. But... but Butterfly sees that Madam is very unhappy every night when she goes to sleep."
He rested his forehead on his hand and continued to ask, "What... do I do in this room?" Perhaps... knowing what Bart had done before would allow him to find a way back to that world.
Die'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Master, you recorded so much video material yourself, why don't you just watch it yourself?"
He nervously grabbed Die'er's hand, "Watch, I want to watch! How do I watch it?"
Die'er asked with a grin, "Master, do you want to watch it on this video wall, or go to the old place?"
He looked at the huge wall, and a sudden fear rose in his heart, "I... go to the old place."
Die'er pulled him into the innermost room. A huge screen was placed on a very large table, and next to the table was a large, comfortable chair. The walls were covered with many torture instruments that looked like those in an interrogation room. What surprised him most was that a thin iron chain was attached to the large table, and the other end of the chain was locked to a petite girl who looked about the same age as Die'er. Although her face was not as delicate and beautiful as Die'er's, she had a pair of furry ears on her head. The girl's entire body was naked, and her small breasts on her pink naked body had not yet developed, only slightly protruding. On her tight little buttocks, there was a dog's tail.
He was speechless, before he could utter a word, when the girl excitedly crawled over on all fours, rubbing her face against his legs, wagging her tail, and barking, "Woof!"
"Master, Leia hasn't seen you in a long time, she's even eating less dog food. Look, she's gotten thinner."
Die'er crouched down, stroking Leia's smooth, white back. Leia hummed comfortably a few times, rolled onto the carpet, curled up her limbs to reveal her snow-white belly, and swayed her body, wagging her tail.
"Master, Leia is waiting for you to rub her tummy like usual."
Rubbing her tummy… He frowned. How would he know how this person usually rubbed her tummy? In his confused state, one foot instinctively reached out and stepped on Leia's lower abdomen. He wasn't wearing socks, and his bare foot directly felt the smooth texture of Leia's delicate skin. He couldn't help but step on it, enjoying the tingling sensation in his sole.
"Master is very skilled... doesn't seem like someone with amnesia." Die'er chuckled as she squatted down and ruffled Leia's hair.
Leia wriggled at his feet, barking softly. The barking grew increasingly lewd with each press of his foot. His gaze unconsciously swept downwards, and he noticed a clear, glistening liquid flowing from between Leia's curled-up legs and her tightly pressed, red labia on her white mons pubis.
His heart skipped a beat. He quickly released his foot and hurried to sit at the table. "Die'er, come here, tell me what to look at."
Leia whimpered a few times, and seeing that he was no longer looking at her, she drooped her ears, her eyes brimming with tears, and listlessly slumped at the table.
He restrained himself from looking at Leia again. This girl-like creature was probably also a modified being, most likely... his pet or something. His penis had almost given way just now. If he were to rape this female dog, who knows what kind of embarrassing situation would arise.
Butterfly patted Leia's head, climbed onto the table, and busied herself behind the screen. He watched as she drew a long cable from behind the screen, then lifted her shirt, revealing a section of her fair, pink belly. He stared blankly as Butterfly deftly worked on her belly button, then connected the cable.
Butterfly closed her eyes and spoke in a mechanical, hollow voice: "SR-874 entering data query mode, user Bart Fry, please perform voice detection."
He paused, then asked, "What? You... what did you say?"
Die'er trembled slightly, and the mechanical voice continued, "Voice approved, transitioning to normal mode." Die'er then opened her eyes, laughing playfully, "Alright, Master can start watching now."
He looked back at the screen, where indeed many complex, tree-like paths had appeared. Just as he was wondering how to proceed, Die'er pulled his hand to her chest, grinning, "Master, you need to use this to operate."
He gasped, but the touch in his palm still made him want to rub his chest. Then the cursor on the screen moved, and he suddenly understood, touching that small chest to begin operating.
Seeing the largest branch, he clicked twice, unexpectedly triggering a password input box. A scrambled soft keyboard-like input interface appeared in the lower right corner of the screen. Although the characters looked Latin-based, they were definitely not English; he had never learned this language before, but at a glance... he actually knew how to combine the letters.
What could the password be? He asked Butterfly, who shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I don't have permission to say these things."
He had no choice but to guess, "Butterfly, what is my birthday?"
"May 45, 1742, Neumann calendar."
He entered all the possible combinations of these numbers, but still couldn't solve it. He thought for a while, then a thought struck him, and he asked, "Right... what is my birthday in Earth time?"
Butterfly tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "In Western time... it should be September 10, 4562 AD."
He was surprised that his era was so far removed from his own, and he entered the number combinations again, but still couldn't solve it. He sighed in frustration, canceled the password input, and then discovered that most of the branches were marked with a small lock icon. He had no choice but to find a branch without the icon and
click on it. Following the branch, three paths appeared: "Favorites List," "Notes," and "Trial Records."
The first two were mostly lengthy texts, which he wasn't interested in. The third path finally revealed a large number of videos.
He randomly clicked on one; the screen went black, then four different angles appeared, showing an unfamiliar room that felt strangely familiar.
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The room was very messy, with various objects scattered everywhere. In the center of the room sat a box, about two meters long and nearly a meter wide.
He then appeared in the frame, naked and looking like he had just woken up. He walked to the box and asked, "When was it delivered?"
The door opened, and Die'er came in, placing a drink on the table as she replied, "It arrived this morning. Master was sleeping soundly, so we didn't wake you."
He said "Oh," waved, and Die'er left.
The box lid didn't look light; he blushed as he pushed it aside. The box was lined with soft, foam-like cushioning material, which he pulled out handfuls of and tossed aside. The first thing to emerge was a pair of slender, delicate pink feet. Those white feet were exquisitely smooth and translucent, making one want to hold them in their hands and caress them.
He seemed quite satisfied, running his hand over the feet for a while before continuing to remove the cushioning material.
Lying inside the box was a petite girl with her eyes closed, completely naked. Her jet-black hair flowed smoothly down her back, framing long eyelashes, small red lips, and fair skin with a slight yellow tinge. By all accounts, she was a familiar, beautiful Eastern girl. However,
he frowned, seemingly dissatisfied, and reached out to fondle the girl's crotch for a while before taking a metal box from the box and pressing it a few times.
The girl opened her eyes, looked around, then smiled and sat up from the box. Turning back to see him standing beside it, she immediately climbed out, knelt before him, and softly asked, "What service do you require?"
He seemed displeased, turned, walked to the table, picked up something, pressed a few buttons, and then the screen went black, returning to the initial interface. The video ended there.
He clicked on a few more, each featuring different women, but most ended with his dissatisfaction. Finding nothing interesting, he went back and clicked on another unlocked branch.
This time, each video file had a payment record with the same name, still named "Trial Record."
He randomly clicked on one, not expecting much, but the screen went black, and just as the four angles of the video appeared, a scream echoed from the screen.
This time, he sat naked on a large sofa, a satisfied smile on his face. He held a little girl who looked like a doll in his arms. She wore a pinkish-yellow dress, but her white panties were pulled down to her ankles, her slender legs were spread wide, and the dress was pulled up to her waist, leaving only white children's socks on her legs.
At the end of her slender legs, his thick penis thrust in and out fiercely, the base of which was encased in a strange ring.
The little girl's legs trembled incessantly, her mons pubis looking like a small steamed bun, only parted by the indentation created by the penis, revealing the tender red flesh inside.
He stared at the screen, unable to believe how such a small girl could accommodate such a large penis, yet the massive thing was indeed thrusting in and out of her vagina. There was no bleeding; instead, streams of sticky fluid gushed from where they were joined.
The little girl kept moaning, but made no struggle. When he kissed her, she would occasionally turn her head to meet his lips, her little tongue darting into his mouth and swirling around.
Stimulated by the lewd scene, his penis immediately became erect. Seeing himself ejaculating large amounts of semen into the little girl's vagina in the video, he couldn't resist pulling down his pants and masturbating.
The video ended with his ejaculation, and he clicked on another one. This time, the scene showed a tall, muscular man pinning a voluptuous, beautiful woman in a suit against a table, brutally raping her from behind, while he sat to the side, watching expressionlessly.
The woman's skirt was torn open, her lace panties were ripped off and stuffed into her mouth, and her stockings were torn into strips, clinging to her plump, white thighs. Amidst her dark, curly hair, a throbbing penis was thrusting violently into her labia. Her top was open, her bra pushed up, and her full breasts were squeezed tightly by the muscular man's hands, almost bursting, with bright red nipples peeking out from between his fingers, swaying with the deformation of her breasts.
The burly man grew increasingly excited, lifting one of the woman's thighs to penetrate her deeper and harder, saying, "Boss, this is so good... thank you so much. Can you really give her to me?"
He yawned listlessly and said, "I bought the wrong model, so I'll give her to you. There's no way to return her now, she'll just be thrown away anyway."
The burly man panted heavily, grabbing the woman's arms and pulling her back, thrusting rapidly a few times, then suddenly gripping her round, white buttocks tightly, and ejaculating with a low growl.
He yawned again, picked up something that looked like a remote control, pressed a couple of buttons, and the video ended.
He sat at the table and watched them one by one, his body burning with heat and his blood boiling. The feeling of the girl's sweet vagina contracting during dinner returned to his mind. He glanced at Die'er; her snow-white belly was even more alluring.
Suddenly, a whimpering sound came from his feet. Looking down, he saw Leia lying between his legs, her head raised and her big, round eyes staring at his bulging crotch. Suddenly, she reached out and pulled down his pants.
Caught off guard, his pants were pulled down, and his erect penis sprang out with a snap. A little embarrassed, he was about to pull his pants back up when Leia excitedly grabbed his penis with both hands, rubbing her soft cheek against it.
The soft touch made him feel incredibly good, and he stopped trying to stop her.
Oh well… let her be… He swallowed hard and continued watching the video. He had absolutely no idea what to do with Leia, who was more like a pet, so he simply shifted his attention.
This time, the video showed an innocent-looking girl in a pink nurse's uniform kneeling beside the sofa, performing oral sex on him. Saliva dripped from her pink lips as she sucked and swallowed with great effort. He stared at the girl's cherry lips, imagining how pleasurable it would be to have his penis inside her mouth.
Then he felt a warmth on his penis as it was enveloped by a soft cavity, and a smooth, tender tongue wrapped around it, sucking and licking. He lowered his head, and sure enough, it was Leia between his legs, her eyes half-closed, taking his entire penis into her mouth. He breathed heavily, a sweet dizziness washing over him. His penis was being swallowed so deeply that he could clearly feel the soft muscles in her throat contracting and pushing against his glans, her nimble tongue exploring every nook and cranny. At the same time, Leia's warm little hands cradled his scrotum, gently caressing the mounds of flesh.
This pleasure made him unable to look at the screen anymore. Excitedly, he lowered his hands and pressed them against Leia's small breasts, wantonly caressing the slightly protruding tender flesh.
This isn't human... I... I don't need to feel guilty... He looked at Leia's innocent and adorable face, like a little girl, trying to comfort himself, but the visual sensations of the forbidden pleasure of being oral sex by a little girl kept replaying in his mind.
A wave of tingling numbness surged through his lower back, and he couldn't help but grab the back of Leia's head, shaking it as if thrusting into her vagina. Leia choked, tears welling in her eyes, whimpering, yet still sucking on his penis with each deep thrust.
In the throes of intense pleasure, he plunged his semen into Leia's cherry lips, his whole body trembling, ejaculating into her throat.
He withdrew his softened penis, feeling a pang of guilt as he tried to say something, but then he saw Leia, though still tear-streaked, smile happily. With a soft "Ah," she opened her small mouth, proudly using her pink tongue to swirl the white semen around in her mouth, then smilingly closed her mouth and swallowed it with a soft "Ah."
He stared blankly as Leia, still savoring the moment, wiped her face with her hand, then carefully licked away the remaining semen with the tip of her tongue.
She buried her face in his crotch and barked twice in bliss, "Woof." Startled awake by the bark, he quickly pulled up his pants, no longer interested in watching the videos that offered no real information, and fled the room.
Huddled on the sofa by the dining table, he desperately clutched his head and closed his eyes. He began to feel fear; he found himself identifying with the actions depicted in those scenes. He even began to find Leia's childlike face adorable, and he even began to want to possess Die'er…
"Master, are you feeling unwell?" Die'er's gentle greeting reached his ears.
He opened his eyes, trembling, and asked, "Die'er… I… did I… did I often do that kind of thing to you before?"
"What kind of thing?" Die'er smiled innocently, truly like a naive little girl.
He felt somewhat relieved and said, "It's...like what happened in the video."
Die'er blushed slightly and giggled, "Master, you mean that kind of lewd thing?"
He nodded.
Die'er rested her head against his chest and whispered, "Master, you haven't done that kind of lewd thing with Die'er in so long... Ever since you started dealing with the black market, Die'er thought Master didn't want Die'er anymore..."
He looked at the petite, soft body beside him, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch her smooth skin. Die'er let out a comfortable moan, shifting her body as if enjoying it, making it easier for him to touch her.
He withdrew his hand, turning fearfully to face the back of the sofa. "Die'er...you can get off. I..."
"...I'm going to sleep."
Die'er seemed a little surprised by his attitude, but still hummed in agreement.
He curled up on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep. Before falling asleep, a warm feeling covered his body, like a fleece or something similar. But he didn't want to open his eyes. He only hoped that when he woke up, he would be back with Meng Die, back in that warm and normal home.
Unfortunately, when he woke up, he was still sleeping on the sofa, with Die'er sleeping beside him. Her sweet sleeping face looked like that of a cute little girl.
He didn't want to stay in the house any longer, so he tidied his clothes and went out.
There were several maids in the big house, all with cute baby faces, but with very mature and beautiful figures. He wasn't sure if they were human or something else. After asking a few questions, he learned that the work week had started, and Zhuang'er had already gone to work to manage the main affairs of the group for him.
He roughly familiarized himself with the surroundings . The first floor was a magnificent living room, and the second floor was their living quarters, but for a long time only Zhuang'er had used it. The second floor's decoration was likely Zhuang'er's responsibility, filled with various modern designs that he only vaguely understood. The third floor was his forbidden territory; without permission, not even Zhuang'er was allowed into any room except the dining hall. However, according to the maids, he was still quite afraid of his wife, though Zhuang'er, after visiting a few times, refused to enter his rooms again.
Bored, he relied on Die'er to research the information, trying to understand the environment in which this nightmare occurred.
It was now the year 1744 of the Neumann calendar, in honor of John von Neumann, the theoretical founder of space colonization. The artificial planet he was currently on, Vantesi-72, was a product of the latest technology. The next goal of these mad scientists was probably to create artificial stars. By then, the mad scientists... Perhaps it was then that arrogant humans began to create a universe.
Various technologies for modifying life began to emerge as early as 2000 AD, but due to various obstacles, they underwent a long development process comparable to evolution. After several devastating wars, the emergence of space colonization technology finally gradually dissolved the barriers between human races and nations, allowing humanity to venture into the unknown universe as a unified whole for the first time.
That history, known as the Age of Space Pioneers, lasted for thousands of years. When humanity officially settled in various corners of the universe, the first year of the Neumann calendar marked the arrival of a new era.
Perhaps humanity's arrogant modifications ultimately angered some unknown deity. In 584 of the Neumann calendar, after the last cockroach died in the laboratory due to a leak of cold crystals, humanity forever lost nature. Although people can still have dogs and cats, and see elephants and pandas, everyone knows that those... These are expensive cyborgs, readily produced with costly equipment. Humans have become capable of creating all sorts of creatures they need, including themselves.
When cyborgs could no longer satisfy the desires of the wealthy, they ultimately ended up on the dinner table. In 1352 of the Neumann calendar, the Star Federation officially passed a law allowing the free use of cyborg technology and further relaxed the restrictions on the distinction between cyborgs and natural humans. This meant that, if needed, scientists
could legally create a life form with one-eighth the blood volume of a natural human, but otherwise identical to
a natural human .
Human desires ultimately consumed humanity itself.
To accommodate the wealthy's weariness of cyborgs, the black market for natural humans has emerged in recent years. No one cares where they get their supplies; they only care whether the humans they buy suit their tastes.
As a lecherous millionaire once said, conquering a woman with her own brain in bed is far more interesting than raping those humanoid dolls. Many women also say that while a strong and charming man may not last, he is far more attractive than those tireless humanoid monsters.
What recently caught the attention of Star Alliance law enforcement was that the sale of natural humans had begun to extend into the food sector.
When he got to this point, he suddenly remembered what Zhuang'er had said at dinner that night: "It's laughable that someone who has bought real girls and eaten them on the black market would say such a thing to me."
Cold sweat instantly poured down his back.
For seven or eight days, he stayed in his room on the third floor, researching the background of this era, and watching materials that didn't require passwords at night. Most of the images were obscene, and when he became aroused, Leia would willingly crawl over to give him oral sex, and he no longer resisted, gradually succumbing to his desires. That night, after ejaculating in Leia's mouth, the restlessness still lingered. The trial videos of those cyborgs who looked only eight or nine years old fueled his lust. He finally succumbed to his desire, lifting Leia to a chair, grabbing her furry tail, and thrusting his penis into her tight, red vagina.
That night, he frantically pinched Leia's nipples, bit her shoulders, and violated her vagina and anus, as if trying to release all the pent-up frustration of the past few days.
Finally, when Leia no longer had the strength to bark, he ejaculated his thinned semen onto her chest one last time, then lay down on the small bed in the room and fell asleep. As always, Die'er covered him with a blanket and then slept beside him.
Holding Die'er's warm body, he thought about his brutality towards Leia, fearing the strange sense of satisfaction he felt, and suddenly a wave of sadness washed over him, and two tears streamed down his face.
Is this kind of dream... a reflection of my life?

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