[The Return of the Soul] [Author: Jason] [The End]

(I) Painful Memories

Looking at Xiao Bao in the mirror, Xiao Bao is already a 30-year-old adult. His body is very strong but not stiff. Since completing his double master's degree two years ago, his appearance has become that of a new generation of aristocracy in the eyes of outsiders: a good education, an upper-middle-class family background, a quick mind, and his own career.

But I still miss Xiao Bao so much. Xiao Bao, how are you now?

"Jie...you're looking in the mirror again. Aren't you a little narcissistic?"

Yunyun called out lazily to her self-righteous self from the bed next to me.

"It's nothing. I just want to see if I can find my father's image in the mirror."

I couldn't lie to Yunyun. If Yunyun knew the real me, I couldn't imagine how she would react.

"Then come and keep me company."

I went back to bed and hugged Yunyun. Yunyun nestled in my arms like a kitten, kissing my chest. I reached out and grabbed her firm, elastic buttocks, kneading them. Yunyun was sensitive; she quickly responded to her body's needs, grabbing my penis and stroking it, completely forgetting the scene of her begging for mercy beneath me last night. To outsiders, Yunyun was an ice queen, but in my hands, she was just a cat in heat.

I used my other hand to gently massage her clitoris and tease her labia. Her body clearly reflected her current needs.

Yunyun abandoned the gentleness in my arms and climbed onto my body, guiding the shaft she now desired. She moved up and down on her own, her hands grasping mine and pressing them onto her firm, elastic breasts, guiding the direction of my movements. Her eyes were closed, her face slightly tilted back, her short hair scattered messily across her beautiful features.

I opened my hands and rubbed them against Yunyun's breasts and nipples, gently pressing them against her skin. Yunyun released my hands and began to caress her buttocks and tease her clitoris. I knew this lustful woman was about to climax. Yunyun's lust wouldn't make her scream incoherently, but she would clench her teeth, moaning and breathing heavily. I liked her like this; it didn't make me feel hypocritical. Of course, I knew some women would moan at their peak, but that was rare.

When we were together, Yunyun's most frequent moans were "Let me go" or "I won't do it again," but she never learned her lesson, constantly provoking me until she begged for mercy again. This morning, I didn't want to let her off the hook. I wanted her to go to work with weak legs. I didn't want her to take my morning care for granted.

Yunyun rubbed against me, and I pulled the electric vibrator I'd bought for her from under her pillow. I turned it on, and the sound of the motor made her vagina tighten and then relax. Yunyun took the vibrator, knowingly rolling it around our point of connection, and then slowly inserted it into her anus.

Her second orgasm came quickly and intensely. I didn't want her to rest; I rolled her over and made her lie on her side to begin my assault. Despite being weak and gritting her teeth, Yunyun kept her hand pressed down on the vibrator in her anus, refusing to give up any chance to bring her an orgasm.

"Help me!"

I pushed Yunyun's hand away, grabbed the vibrator, and began thrusting it in and out of her anus in sync. I knew she would soon face another orgasm.

Yes, I knew, and this time I wanted it to come along with her first urine of the morning. Even if she didn't want to, I had control; she had no chance to not want to.

Here it comes, she started to contract. With my other hand, I pinched and kneaded Yunyun's swollen, blood-filled clitoris. Yunyun's body, trembling slightly during her orgasm, shuddered intensely in rhythm with the frequency of my pinching. My fingers, while pinching her clitoris, also rubbed against her urethra. Her legs, which were on my shoulder, began to kick unconsciously. "No...please...I'll wet the bed...I beg...spare me...ah!"

Yunyun's urine gushed out. I didn't know what it felt like for her to receive four stimuli at the same time. I thought she must be very satisfied, but satisfying her wasn't what I was doing right now. I lost the ability to cherish women a long time ago. That wasn't abuse; I'm not a sadist. I just didn't know how to cherish women because I was betrayed when I finally did. That was a long time ago, before I became Xiaobao.

Watching Yunyun stagger to pick up her underwear and prepare to go into the bathroom, I said, "I want you to keep everything you're wearing right now when you go to work."

"It's dirty," she said coquettishly.

"Then go wash up!" I went into the bathroom and started cleaning and washing.

Yunyun followed me in, intending to turn on the tap and take a shower.

"Besides washing your face and brushing your teeth, I won't come home after you've washed everything else."

"Why?" Yunyun asked, puzzled.

"No reason, I like it." I put on my clothes.

"Why?"

I ignored her, closed the door, and left.

"Ms. Wu, I won't answer my wife's calls today." I instructed my secretary, Ms. Wu, as soon as I entered my office.

The current me is called Ji Jie, and the former me was called Ji Wei. My personality and many memories are still from the Ji Wei era because after a car accident, when I woke up, I had become the current me. The year of the accident, the Ji Wei me was just 40 years old, and Ji Jie was only 6 years old, just about to start first grade.

Many people wish they could have a second chance at life, and I used to wish that too, but when it actually happened to me, I realized I would rather die, because my second life occupied Xiao Bao's body.

I remember when I first woke up after the car accident, my wife from when I was Ji Wei was by my bedside. Her eyes were red and swollen, and I couldn't speak because my throat was dry. I was puzzled as to why she called me "Xiao Bao." I instinctively felt that something incredible had happened to me.

It wasn't until three months after I regained consciousness and returned home from the hospital that I confirmed I was Ji Jie in everyone's eyes.

I spent a long time learning to control this small body, including speaking and brain activity; by the time I could fully integrate, this body was already ten years old. From a medical perspective, Ji Jie suffered severe damage to his brain and central nervous system. He should have died, or at least been in a vegetative state for life if he had been saved. But I made this frail body create a miracle.

From the moment Ji Jie fully recovered, I went through the entire learning process again. The only advantage of this second life was that it allowed the two-faced Ji Jie to quickly surpass children his age. However, I didn't do this because it would cause me distress. I tried my best to pretend to struggle to catch up with the schoolwork that children my age should be learning. Although my actual knowledge, experience, and life experience were comparable to those of these children's parents, I still had to pretend to be a clueless kid, including witnessing other parents having an affair in public.

I was surprised that I retained all my memories from when I was still Ji Wei. Logically, this shouldn't have happened because Ji Jie had never been a part of my experiences. But these things were imprinted in my little head in a very organized way. This method of memorization was much more efficient than before. After discovering this intangible fact, I constantly read many books on various topics, mostly about paranormal phenomena and hypnosis, and tried to verify them with my own experiences.

I'm living with Lijun, who should have been my wife, but now I have to call her "Mom." It's incredibly awkward because she should have been the woman beneath me. I also have to painstakingly convince her that my financial management methods come from her deceased husband, because this beautiful woman with a limited mind is highly likely to squander my inheritance in a short time, leaving me with a life of poverty.

When Xiaobao was 14, I finally managed to enter his mind through self-hypnosis to find his whereabouts. During this process, I unearthed the darkest and deepest memories in Xiaobao's mind. From then on, I confirmed two things:

First, Xiaobao's soul should still be living in an unknown place, or rather, preserved in some space, waiting for rescue from some unknown person.

Second, women are the least trustworthy creatures; showing them mercy will only lead to their betrayal.

(II) A Dark Memory

Dad went abroad for work. In the afternoon, Mom and I went to a place with many large airplanes to see him off. I was so reluctant to let him leave me. Dad is always very good to me when I'm good. He doesn't yell at me like Mom does, telling me not to do this or that. Dad would hug me and tell me things I didn't quite understand, but I knew he wanted me to avoid doing things he thought were dangerous next time.

But Dad is so busy! He's often not home with Mom and me. I really wish Dad wasn't so busy, so he could play with me more often. It's not fun being with Mom. Before, when Dad wasn't around, she would often call him, but later I don't know who she called. However, I know the person on the phone isn't Dad, because when Mom calls Dad, she acts like a spoiled child, just like I do. But when Mom calls that person, she acts strangely.

It's like she's injured, and she touches her breasts and vagina, but I never saw Mom bleed.

Once, I was playing hide-and-seek with my mom at home. I didn't tell her because if I did, she could find me right away, and that wouldn't be fun.

I secretly hid in the closet in my parents' room. Just as I finished hiding, I heard the doorbell ring, then I heard my mother open the door. Then I heard an uncle standing in the doorway talking to my mother. After a while, my mother called out, "Little Bao, rest in your room for a bit! Mommy isn't feeling well and needs to go back to bed. If Mommy falls asleep and ignores you or talks in her sleep, just go to the fridge and get some snacks. If you want to watch TV, turn it on yourself!"

Then I heard my mother go into the room, but her footsteps sounded strange, like she was doing something. I waited a little while and then secretly opened the closet door a crack. I saw that the clothes my mother wore that morning were all on the floor, and an uncle was sucking on my mother's breasts. My mother seemed very upset and kept grabbing the uncle's hair. Besides sucking on my mother's breasts, the uncle was also touching my mother's vulva. I saw that my mother seemed to need to pee, which made the uncle's hand wet.

The uncle touched her once and then put his hand in Mommy's mouth, as if he wanted her to eat her own pee. I saw Mommy eating the uncle's wet finger and it looked like she was enjoying it.

Later, the uncle pushed Mommy down on the bed and kept licking her vulva. This seemed to make Mommy very uncomfortable, causing her to moan and groan. When Mommy was letting the uncle lick her vulva, her legs were spread wide, and she kept pushing her buttocks and kicking. I thought Mommy was trying to push the uncle away, but her hands kept grabbing the uncle's head and pressing it down on her vulva. Adults are so strange; they're clearly uncomfortable, yet they keep holding on.

Later, I heard Mommy tell Uncle that she wanted it in her anus too, and that she wanted Uncle's tongue to go deeper. I didn't understand what Mommy wanted in her anus. I only saw Mommy let go of Uncle's head and then grab her feet to lift her buttocks up. Uncle also helped Mommy push her buttocks up. Uncle poked Mommy's vulva with one hand, and then rested his head on Mommy's buttocks, doing something I didn't know. Mommy kept saying she wanted more, more. I really didn't know what Mommy wanted.

I kept peeking, and I also saw Mommy kneeling on the bed like a little puppy, and Uncle poking Mommy from behind with his big penis, just like Daddy does at night. Humph! My dad and mom always play secretly without me knowing, but sometimes when I get up at night to pee, I secretly see them. Mom screams so loudly, even louder than when she plays with dad. But I saw that the uncle's penis wasn't as big as dad's. However, the uncle kept saying "slutty hole, slutty hole," and Mom kept saying, "Yes, I'm your little slutty hole."

Once, I imitated the uncle saying that to Mom, and Mom slapped my hand first. When dad came home that night, I lied to him and said I didn't know where I learned that phrase and that he would punish me. Dad made me stand for ten minutes and told me I couldn't say that again. I didn't dare tell dad what I saw because I was afraid he would be angry and make me stand for a long time. It's strange, adults can say it but children can't?

Another time, I secretly saw Mommy playing a little "little hole" game with this uncle. They caught us, and the uncle looked really fierce, like he was going to hit me. Mommy hugged me to stop him from touching me. After he left, Mommy told me not to tell Daddy, or we'd both be punished. Since Mommy and I made a pinky promise, I didn't tell Daddy.

I'm so happy Daddy is taking me to Ocean Park today! Mommy said she couldn't go because of something, so she'd just let Daddy take me. I know. Yesterday I saw Mommy and the uncle on the phone making plans to go out today, but I didn't tell Daddy because Mommy said he'd make us both stand in the corner if I did.

I saw a big truck speeding by in the right side mirror! Daddy had already stopped, but it kept going, and its lights kept flashing—it was so funny!

Daddy… Daddy… Waaaaa… Waaaaa… Help me… That shiny lady said she'd hide me and play hide-and-seek with you, but I don't want to play hide-and-seek with you anymore! Help me, Daddy!

I remember waking up from a self-induced hypnosis session with tears streaming down my face. I felt so guilty towards Xiaobao, but I also hated this woman I now had to call "Mom." I no longer trusted women.

From dating to marriage to Xiaobao leaving me, I believed I had never wronged Lijun. Even in social situations, I never messed around with other women. My attitude towards Lijun was absolute. But I never imagined she would betray me, betray our marriage, betray Xiaobao, leaving her with this shadow for life if she ever had the chance to grow up.

Although the memories I unlocked about Xiaobao told me that Lijun had betrayed me, strangely, since I took over Xiaobao's body, I never noticed any further betrayal from her.

Lijun set aside a small space in the house to place my memorial tablet and portrait. I noticed that she often stared blankly at my photo, sometimes secretly crying. The uncle Xiaobao remembered did indeed harass Lijun, but I was surprised that she ruthlessly kicked him out. Even so, this couldn't erase my hatred for her.

When I went to university, I moved away from there and rented a suite not far from the school. I never went back to that place called "home" again. Most of the time, Lijun would come to the school by herself or to visit me in the apartment I rented off-campus. She didn't say anything about me not coming home, but just told me to take care of myself and be careful in everything. I think she still remembers Xiaobao's innocent expression when she saw her betraying the family!

Xiaobao, no, I should say it was me, was quite active in university. I participated in various activities to varying degrees. I knew the social situation I would face after graduating from university and the resources I might need in a few years. I wrote down everyone I knew or didn't know but had met before, and when we met again, I would start talking to them to learn more about them.

During a conversation, I met that alluring woman. She was the mother of one of my classmates. My past experience told me that her eyes were meant to seduce me. She kept looking me up and down in the crowd, and when her gaze fell on my crotch, I saw her eyes light up. When I approached her to chat, she smiled with relief. I knew it was a confident smile, a smile of great confidence in her allure and charm.

She was very knowledgeable about the art of dressing. She dressed mainly in black, paired with red high heels, a wide belt, and a red women's makeup bag. Black fishnet stockings were worn under black, slightly transparent, loose-fitting trousers. The design was form-fitting enough to show everything, but the looseness concealed any hint of exposure. A loose-fitting, low-cut shirt of the same material generously displayed her large, snow-white cleavage to those around her. The black ribbon around her neck, with its dazzling diamond ornaments, highlighted the beginning of her cleavage. Her hair, pulled up high, revealed her charming and elegant neck.

She bent down to pick something up, her back to me in a less crowded area. Her straight legs were effortlessly extended, and she displayed her snow-white buttocks without any embellishment. From my perspective, all I could see was the garter belt and a small patch of white fabric covering her triangle area.

Without hesitation or doubt, I walked behind her and gently pressed my lower body against her buttocks. "Auntie, do you need my help?"

"Ah! It's nothing, I'm just picking something up." She quickly straightened up, probably not expecting me to be so bold.

"Did you find it? Let me see." I squatted down, my hand smoothly sliding from between her thighs and along her inner thigh to the edge of her high heels.

"Ah! No need, I already found it."

I stood up and looked at her. Her face wasn't red, but the light in her eyes was even brighter, until she realized my lower body was still gently teasing her buttocks.

"I have something to do, I'll go over there for a bit." She pointed to a less crowded restroom in the distance.

"Do you know where it is? I'll go with you." I said.

She stared at me for a moment, said nothing, and turned to leave.

"Auntie, what brings you here today? Why isn't Zihao showing you around the school?" I asked as I followed her.

"How could he possibly have time to accompany me?"

"It's alright, if Zihao is busy, I'll go!"

"Thank you."

"And Uncle?"

"He's busy! He's not free."

When we reached the restroom, she pushed open the door and went in. Before she closed the door, I saw her give me a defiant glare. I quickly glanced around and then followed her in. I was shocked to find her standing there, coldly watching me.

(III) The Mature and Lustful Woman

1

"You're really bold!" she said coldly.

I locked the outer door of the women's restroom behind me, pushed her to the sink, and made her look in the mirror. She hadn't expected me to do it this way, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes. I didn't give her a chance to turn around, pressed her hands against the sink, and gently bit her neck and her plump, white earlobe.

“You’ve wanted this from the first moment you saw me, haven’t you?”

“You’re lying!” The panic in her eyes vanished, replaced by a hint of mockery and disdain.

“You often use your charm to toy with men like this?”

I released her hand, grabbing her breasts through her clothes and bra, kneading them forcefully. I saw a complex expression on her face, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Ouch…” she cried softly as I bit her neck slightly harder.

I unbuttoned her shirt and removed her front-opening bra. She was lost in my slightly rough caresses, completely unaware that the vixen in the mirror was now bare-breasted. Her breasts were white, soft, and extremely sensitive, with a little bit of fat on her abdomen, yet possessing an indescribable eroticism.

Holding her breasts, the parts outside my fists looked like two small fleshy balls, with the nipples and areolas bulging and engorged even more exaggeratedly. She began to contort her face and unconsciously moan. Her hands weakly wrapped around my waist. I kissed her shoulders with my chin and mouth as I slowly pulled down her shirt. She suddenly became aware of her appearance in the mirror.

"No, don't do this, I'm your classmate's mother." She didn't let go of her hands around my waist.

"Do you care?"

I gripped her breasts even tighter. A thin, pale, transparent droplet of fluid floated on her reddish-brown nipples.

"Not here, someone might come in."

I released my hands from her breasts, held her waist, and walked to the women's restroom door, moving her hands from my waist to the door and pushing it open.

“Keep the door closed. If you relax, someone might come in and see your lewd appearance. I'm not missing a single piece of clothing.”

I said, as I unbuckled her belt and pants. Her pants fell to her knees, which were spread apart, and her body trembled slightly with fear.

“No, please don’t do this, I’m scared.”

“But your body tells me you want it.” I pulled her panties, which only had a triangular white cloth covering her private parts, down to her knees.

“No, I’m not.” She looked down and saw the long, wet, lip-shaped stain on the white cloth.

“What’s that wet stain?”

I squatted down and used the tip of my tongue to trace up and down between her thighs. Her fluids gushed out when my tongue parted her tightly closed labia, then spread between her thighs with my tongue.

“I… don’t know…” Hearing footsteps outside the door, she shut her mouth and stopped answering.

I pushed the woman as I stood up, causing her to stumble and press against the door. I made her press one ear against the door to listen to the sounds outside. I pulled down my pants and rubbed my penis between her labia, the tip of my penis perhaps stimulating her clitoris, causing her buttocks to rise and fall intermittently.

"Don't... tease me like this... please."

"Ah... oh..." She let out a long, lewd moan as I slowly inserted my penis into her vagina.

Her vagina wasn't very tight, but it was still very elastic. My penis was perfectly surrounded by the warm, moist sensation inside, which felt wonderful. She was tense, but I knew she was enjoying the same feeling. As I slowly thrust in and out, her fluids continuously pulled my penis out of her body, leaving a cool, wet residue on my scrotum.

"Is this what you wanted?"

she gasped without speaking. I withdrew my penis, using her fluids to lubricate her anus. She didn't realize what was happening, only thinking I was teasing her.

"Is this what you wanted?"

I asked again, while my penis lubricated itself between her anus and vagina.

She stubbornly kept her eyes closed but seemed to enjoy the sensation. I didn't force her to answer; instead, I thrust my penis hard and quickly into her anus.

"Ah... ooh..."

she cried out in pain unexpectedly, but then, remembering her current situation, she shut her mouth and covered it with her hand.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"No." Tears streamed from her eyes.

“Answer my questions, I won’t give you a third chance, understand?” I gently kissed and licked away her tears.

“Mmm!”

“You didn’t answer me.” I started thrusting in and out of her anus, feeling it was tight and pleasurable.

“I understand, I understand.” She answered, her face pale and her brows furrowed.

“This is punishment, punishment for forgetting what I just said.” I continued thrusting in and out of her anus.

I looked down at her anus, watching as I pulled out a long section of fleshy flesh from her chrysanthemum, then pushed it back in, sinking deep between her thighs, a cruel pleasure rising within me. I

looked up and saw her pale cheeks gradually turning into an unusual blush, her anus gradually shifting from resistance to relaxed acceptance. I knew she would love this feeling, and enjoy it immensely.

“Is this what you want now?” I teased, provoking her.

“Mmm…yes.” She answered helplessly with a groan.

“Do you still consider me your elder? Raping me and then asking me this kind of question.” She said, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy.

"Would you rather I be a good little junior, or a man who can bring you pleasure?"

I pulled my penis out of her body, certain that she wouldn't turn against me now, having just experienced this unusual pleasure for the first time.

"Don't pull out...you...you're a devil." She glared at me hatefully, her eyes flashing with a complex pleading look.

"I am a devil, but a devil doesn't actively seek out its servants unless someone willingly becomes its servant and summons it."

I thrust into her anus again, each time harder and faster, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the bathroom.

"Outside...there's someone outside...oh...devil...stop for a moment." She reached out a hand and patted me.

I knew someone was talking outside, and it was a girl. The bathroom doorknob kept turning but getting stuck. I knew how long it would take to notify the school to get the key. I continued thrusting rapidly, her cheeks flushed, suppressing the moans she wanted to make, panting heavily.

As she began to tremble uncontrollably, I withdrew my penis. I didn't know why she was leaking fluid from her vagina. I let her continue trembling as I climbed out of the skylight at the other end of the bathroom.

I stood outside watching. She blushed and apologized, explaining that she had accidentally spilled food on her clothes and had locked the door to clean them. Every now and then, she would glare at me fiercely. Then, she moved with feigned elegance but with difficulty toward the school gate.

Not wanting to push her too far, I stepped forward and deliberately bumped into her, saying, "Oops! Auntie, I'm so sorry, I made you twist your ankle. Are you alright? Let me help you walk."

"You... what else do you want?" she muttered, trembling with anger.

"It's alright! I saw you felt better but then felt a little unwell, so I came to help you," I replied softly.

"Don't be angry, oh, your bra isn't fastened properly," I whispered. She nervously clutched her breasts, and by the time she realized she'd been tricked, I had already wrapped my arm around her, as if she really had twisted her ankle.

"You…"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just taking you home." I helped her slowly walk towards the tree-lined path leading from the campus to the school gate. My hand around her waist would seize opportunities to grab her ample buttocks, while my other hand would also grope her breasts or her still-wet vulva.

Her body quickly responded to my teasing. After finally getting her to the car at the school gate, she glared at me hatefully.

"Goodbye, Auntie, have a good trip!"

"Hmph!" She turned away without another glance and closed the car door.

Watching the taxi drive away, I knew perfectly well she would come back to me, because she would never forget that strange pleasure and the revenge for my humiliation, but this time it was through her physical needs.

Two

months later

, that afternoon I had no classes. At noon, I returned to my apartment from school and saw her in the stairwell. She was still very well-dressed, only this time she wore a white base with red accessories, and the black ribbon around her neck last time was replaced with a red scarf. Because each stairwell had large windows letting in light, she probably didn't realize that from below, it was practically impossible to see her naked except for her bra and panties.

I stopped at the best vantage point, squinting, looking at her voluptuous and alluring figure through her clothes. She wore white sheer stockings with white garter belts, and her red panties, like last time, only covered her vital parts. Strangely, I didn't see any pubic hair showing. Two straps were pulled diagonally upwards from the ends of the small piece of fabric to her waist, hidden by a red belt. Her bra was also made of red fabric, seemingly very thin, as her nipples were faintly visible through her shirt.

I suddenly realized that the asymmetrical combination of her inner and outer garments shouldn't be happening to her, and her position must have been calculated by her. I wanted to laugh; I didn't know how she planned to get back at me, and I considered whether to give in to her.

"Can't you greet people?"

"Oh! Hello, Auntie." I walked upstairs.

"You, you don't know how to invite me in?"

She watched me walk past her towards her suite.

"Auntie, would you dare come in?"

"Why wouldn't I?" she said, walking towards me.

"Aren't you afraid of twisting your ankle like last time?"

"Hmph!"

Seeing me unlock the door, she pushed it open and went in herself. I followed her in, closed the door, and locked the inner lock.

"What can you do to me?" She turned around and stared at me.

"Take off your clothes!" I didn't look at her, and instead put my bag away and tidied it up.

She didn't expect me to say that, her mouth agape and her eyes wide.

"Take off your clothes!" I looked at her, then walked to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. "Or get out. I don't have time to chat with you."

Her face was full of humiliation, but her hands trembled involuntarily as she unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time.

"Why are you so domineering?" she glared at me resentfully.

"Because you like the feeling of being conquered by me."

"Devil, little devil." She smiled seductively.

"Little devil, aren't you going to conquer me?" Her shirt slipped down to her feet.

"The devil wants to try being conquered today. Can you do it?" I walked to my bed and sat down.

"What do you think?" Her wide red belt also fell to her feet, pressing down on her shirt.

"Then you try!" I lay down comfortably, watching her.

She stared at me, her eyes blazing with desire. She slowly emerged from her slipped clothes and stood by the bed, but seeing me lying on the bed fully clothed, she seemed at a loss for what to do next.

"Shouldn't you get yourself into a seductive mood first?" I said as I took off my clothes.

Her eyes looked a little blank.

“Shouldn’t you start by masturbating?” I said, pulling down my pants.

She realized what I meant and began kneading her breasts with her hands. Through her bra, she traced circles on her areolas with her fingers, occasionally tugging at her nipples until they slipped off her fingers.

Her other hand went directly inside the small red triangular piece of fabric, wriggling around. The thin straps of the fabric slid down her sides, quickly causing it to fall naturally to her feet. Her face flushed rapidly, but her eyes remained fixed on my naked lower body.

“Sigh! You can’t conquer me like this. Come to bed and be my little dog!” I got up from the bed and stood on the edge.

She didn't protest, obediently climbing onto the bed and kneeling down with her buttocks facing me. Looking at this voluptuous woman's plump buttocks and between her thighs, I suddenly noticed that her lower body was completely white. Curious, I reached down and touched her lower abdomen

, only to realize that she seemed to have shaved her pubic area before coming to me. If it weren't for a few stray hairs that I hadn't noticed, I would almost have thought she was a vagrant. Gently, I brushed my hand towards her labia. Her labia were a dark brown, befitting her age, but when I pulled her labia majora and minora apart with both hands, I could see her bright red and tender vagina wriggling inside. Her labia were moist and slippery from her previous caresses, and I had to squeeze them firmly as I pulled them apart. She clearly reacted to my observation, and a large amount of fluid seeped out from somewhere, continuously flowing out.

"I don't want to conquer you anymore, you just conquer me!" she said urgently.

"Where?" I asked, actually unsure where I wanted to conquer!

"Whatever, whatever you want, all of it," she groaned incoherently.

I slowly inserted my still slightly limp penis into her vagina. This was a side effect of occupying Xiaobao's body; after all, my mind was approaching 60, even though I was using a young person's body. But for some reason, I seemed to have a psychological barrier when it came to sex.

I knew that medically this was called psychogenic impotence, but I could never accurately pinpoint the root cause. Fortunately, Xiaobao's anatomy was the same as mine, with a simple penis. The difference between an erection and a flaccid one was only slight in size and hardness, while the angle difference was larger. But with proper stimulation, it would become normal; otherwise, I would definitely be a saint.

My penis slowly hardened with each thrust. She seemed to sense it, her soft moans gradually turning into moaning, whimpering gasps. This woman already had a lot of vaginal discharge, and now, with her arousal, it was even more excessive. Although Xiao Bao was larger and thicker than mine, the excessive fluid reduced the pleasure of genital friction. I had no choice but to grab a towel from the back of a chair and wipe away the excess fluid.

Perhaps because no one had done this before, without much fluid, her body quickly responded with a powerful orgasm. This caused her lower abdomen to contract repeatedly, and her vagina to spasm in waves, accelerating my erection. One orgasm had left the woman slumped over, powerless. As my penis fully erect, I began to thrust forcefully and rapidly, while she hadn't even fully recovered from her first orgasm.

All I heard was a long, beast-like scream from her. The contractions of her lower abdomen began to lengthen, and the frequency of her vaginal contractions slowed, but the intensity increased with the decrease in frequency. Her body lay limp, only able to let out loud moans of "Ah...ah...ah..." as I withdrew or thrust in, her buttocks always raised high.

This woman's ability to withstand consecutive orgasms was astonishing. I thrust rapidly until she could no longer even keep her buttocks raised, and I myself was almost about to ejaculate.

Her upper body, hands, and head were in a W-shape on the bed, her breasts squeezed to the sides of her body due to her weakness, and her bra had already flipped up above her breasts. Her legs were limp like an M, leaving her lower body hanging limply on the bed, and the lustful fluid flowing from her vulva glistened on her labia majora.

I scooped up some of her vaginal fluid and smeared it on her anus, lubricating it with my fingers before inserting my still-fluid penis a second time. She gripped the sheets tightly, her buttocks arching back to match my insertion angle. The flush that had been fading returned, and her soft moans grew louder, "Oh...oh...oh..."

Her anus tightly and completely enveloped my penis, stimulating it thoroughly with every thrust and withdrawal. After about a hundred thrusts, I withdrew amidst her long sobs and ejaculated on her back.

I saw her to her car as before, but this time the atmosphere was amicable because I had hypnotized her, suggesting three things: she would completely forget what happened between us, and that she was only visiting me out of concern for her nephew;

she would always remember me as her son's best friend and would help me when I needed it.

She will forever remember the physical pleasure she experienced today, and this pleasure will begin to occur during the tenth thrust of her husband's intercourse with her, reaching anal orgasm on the hundredth thrust. However, this effect will not occur with anyone other than her husband.

I don't want to help her and her husband, but Uncle Cai holds a pivotal position in the business world, which would be very helpful to my future. Resolving the issues between her and her husband will have a direct and positive impact on my future.

Furthermore, I don't want to waste my time on an older woman. There's nothing wrong with older women, but she's too dangerous. This is my first time hypnotizing someone, and I'm not very confident, but from her demeanor when she left, I know 　　it

's been successful at least for now. I just don't know when the effect will wear off. 　　[End of post]

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