Ghosts Don't Speak

A widely circulated explanation is that sages never spoke of strange or supernatural matters. There are also new interpretations, though. The original meaning is that Confucius stopped speaking, fearing that exerting himself would distract him and affect his spirit. However, most people don't seek a deeper understanding. This was originally a warning, its true meaning being: for things beyond one's comprehension, for events beyond one's thinking, one should not directly name them, nor describe their form; it's best not to even know them, otherwise one will only invite trouble and suffer the consequences.

　　My name is Su Mengzhen, I'm 25 years old, and I'm the young master of a long-established antique shop called "Jinfeng Xiyu Lou," passed down through generations. Currently, I'm honing my skills in the shop. My father, Su Muzhe, is getting older, so he intends to groom me to take over the business. He teaches me everything from finding antiques and appraising them to interpersonal relationships. He has high hopes for me, and privately tells his friends over drinks that this brat is probably the most talented successor to have ever run Jinfeng Xiyu Lou.

　　Jinfeng Xiyu Tower is located beside Baihua Lake, one of the ten scenic spots in Henan Province. It boasts a long history, being a century-old establishment. According to the family genealogy, it was founded in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties. It has survived wars, fires, and various political movements, suffering damage no less than twenty times, yet each time it has been restored to its original state – a true miracle.

　　The tower's long history naturally imbues it with a rich cultural heritage. A bustling place, it attracts all sorts of people and encounters a variety of fascinating stories. I am young, but my story is more extensive than many of the older generation's, more winding and complex than the bridges they have crossed in their lifetimes.

　　It's drizzling outside the window. I love autumn rain. Every year during this season, the trees outside the Wind and Rain Pavilion and the shores of Baihua Lake are covered in white blossoms. As far as the eye can see, there's an endless expanse of flowers, thousands of trees in full bloom, petals falling in profusion. Against the backdrop of the raindrops and blossoms, the gentle autumn rain, and the misty lake, it's truly ethereal and poignant. A hundred flowers fill the lake, and with it comes a faint sadness, as if connected to the sorrow of heaven and earth, yet it vanishes in an instant. It's sorrowful but not tragic—that's the pathos of things.

　　As I was admiring the exquisite official kiln blue-and-white porcelain in my hands, gazing at its breathtakingly beautiful glaze, as blue as a clear lake, and reveling in the wondrous artistry of its creation, a sudden rustling of the beaded curtain brought in the old steward, Dong Lishan, who softly uttered a few words:

　　"Someone is looking for the Red Sleeve Knife."

　　My initial nonchalance vanished, replaced by a jolt. The name "Red Sleeve Knife" was known to only a handful of people in this city, circulating only within a small circle. It represented not only a "knife," but also an identity, a person, a mission, a responsibility—ever since I awakened and inherited "it."

　　The Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion outwardly advertised itself as a century-old antique shop, but its true identity was that of a family legacy. In Japan, such families were called Onmyoji; in Europe, exorcists; and here, the Night Watchmen.

　　Our family's mission, passed down through generations, is to maintain a balance between darkness and light, just like the Night Watch in other places. While there is light, there is shadow, but sometimes shadows try to devour the light, so we must keep them in check and prevent them from overstepping boundaries. We have also established rules with the forces of darkness in various cities, ensuring each goes its own way, with humans using human paths and ghosts crossing ghost bridges.

　　I am the ninety-ninth successor of the Night Watch of Xiaohan Mountain. Unlike my predecessors, I was born during a solar eclipse, when darkness descended. The midwives said I didn't cry when I was born; I just stared at them with an inhuman indifference, which terrified everyone. The sun outside was only surrounded by a golden rim, a scene they would never forget. No matter how the nurses tried to comfort me, I remained unmoved, staring until the sun reappeared several minutes later, radiating its brilliant light, at which point I finally cried out. Therefore, these gossipy nurses gave me the nickname "Demon," which spread throughout the entire hospital.

　　My psychic talent manifested very early on; I could identify strange creatures and ghosts with photographic memory. Even more astonishingly, when I was ten, I unwittingly wandered into the Fengyu Tower cellar, a forbidden area of the clan, which was considered absolutely off-limits. By sheer luck, I was cut on the hand by a red sleeve knife enshrined before a thousand-handed, thousand-faced black Buddha-like statue. Then, the red knife mysteriously recognized me as its master. And just like that, inexplicably, in a completely mundane and uneventful way, I became the fourth master of the "Red Sleeve Knife" in the clan's history, and also the youngest among them. The other three were all incredibly important figures in the clan. I've never understood why, even with the same amount of bloodshed, the other people couldn't have their knives recognize them as their masters.

　　Bearing a heavy responsibility, I lived up to expectations and lived up to my father's expectations, achieving remarkable results and landing several large orders in succession: the Xiangxi Corpse King, a once-in-a-century Yin-Yang Corpse Demon, the Dream Mo, which had reappeared after being extinct for a long time, and the legendary One-Eyed Calamity Serpent from the Abyss of the Yellow Springs, all fell to my blade, and the missions were completed cleanly and efficiently. The person

　　who came this time knew my identity, so they must be someone in the industry or introduced by someone in the industry. I put down the blue and white porcelain and went to the front hall, where I saw a woman dressed in an elegant and restrained style, with a head of black hair as graceful as water, sitting on a rosewood bench, slowly drinking tea. Her head was lowered so that I could not see her face, but her posture and movements were already extremely graceful and charming.

　　"Mr. Su..." A soft, gentle call, with a hint of magnetic huskiness, rang out. Hearing footsteps, the woman stood up with delight. We both paused, slightly taken aback:

　　this woman's face was delicate and alluring, as ripe as a peach to the core. Her skin was so smooth and delicate it seemed it would bleed at the slightest touch. Her long, black hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and her figure was strikingly tall, at least 1.7 meters. Her breasts were full and heaving, her thighs long and straight, and although her buttocks were hidden under her skirt, the tightness of the skirt suggested a very impressive size.

　　She was beautiful; her shoulders, wrists, chest, and buttocks all sculpted rounded curves. But even more captivating than her beauty was her seductive charm—a bewitching, intoxicating allure, like a garden in full bloom. Her eyes were watery, and this astonishingly seductive charm could send hormones surging through any man of any age—it was almost demonic!

　　She stared blankly at my face, a fleeting moment of disorientation crossing her face. She hadn't expected the Night Watchman, so solemnly introduced by Old Lei, to be so young… beautiful, so stunning that she herself was envious. For some reason, the alluring color on her face intensified, her glow becoming even more radiant.

　　After a few brief pleasantries, I learned her name was Huang Ying, 35 years old, the vice president of a real estate company. I personally brewed her a cup of tea, and finally, we got to the point. She hesitated for a long time before finally stammering,

　　"I… I… lately I've been having strange dreams… um, it's embarrassing to say, I… I was raped in my dreams by someone I don't know."

　　My brows immediately furrowed. Sleep paralysis? Nightmare? These were two of the most common scenarios, both involving draining one's life force to condense a ghostly body—no good stuff.

　　"...It's like this," her face flushed even more, becoming even more alluring, "Since last month, I've had the same dream every night. A blurry, faceless person climbs on top of me, and I can't move, I can't scream, and then, and then he does that to me..." "

　　Ms. Huang, after each time he rapes you, do you feel weak and powerless?"

　　"No, it's just, it's just..." Her face was so red it was almost dripping with water, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip, hesitant to speak.

　　"Just what? Your introduction is very important, I need more details." It's strange, there's no physical fatigue caused by being sexually exploited. My previous two guesses are probably all wrong. I need to know more.

　　"It's just that every time he does it to me several times, and after it's over I wake up feeling so empty, just, just so uncomfortable, my body feels hot for a long time." After she finished speaking, she stared intently at me, her eyes blooming with undisguised, nakedly seductive lust.

　　"...So, recently, or rather, a month ago, did anything unusual or change in your household?"

　　"Yes, there was. My husband used his connections to get his hands on some antiques. They're quite strange; they're carved into the shape of bronze monsters. He said they're animal-shaped seals from the Yin-Shang dynasty, props used by high priests during sacrifices to heaven. Now they're incredibly rare and everyone's scrambling to buy them."

　　"What? The Yin-Shang dynasty? You guys are so audacious!"

　　This woman's foolish husband is absolutely a complete idiot. There's a saying passed down through generations in the antique and tomb-raiding world: "Ming and Qing dynasties are rich, Tang and Song dynasties are dangerous, Qin and Han dynasties are the pinnacle, and Yin and Shang dynasties are like walking through the underworld." The meaning is simple: the older something is, the more unpredictable it becomes. Generally, the Qin dynasty represents the absolute limit of what can be endured. As for the Yin and Shang dynasties, an era rife with demons, the items that survived were far too unpredictable and dangerous, potentially leading to death at any moment. This is the real reason why we've never seen antiques from before the Qin and Han dynasties on the market today. I remember my father telling a story about an official obsessed with antiques who embezzled a Han dynasty jade pendant. He was eventually turned into a puppet, never to leave his home or see the light of day, by something hidden inside. It wasn't until a household registration check that it was discovered. He had injured several people and was shot dead by the police. They found his blood was black, and all his internal organs were found in his own stomach, chewed to pieces.

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　　Sensing something was wrong, Huang Ying was also terrified. Without delay, I immediately got into her car and went to her house. I was almost 90% sure that the strange dream originated from that antique.

　　Huang Ying's mansion was extremely spacious. The detached villa had a large yard with artificial hills, flowing water, streams, and flowers arranged in a beautiful and orderly fashion. The garden was full of flowering trees and overlapping vines, exuding a strong European pastoral style. Many small animals were kept in the yard; dogs, chickens, and ducks played around, and there was even a gray raccoon lying under a tree, watching us with a calm and peaceful expression. The entire estate was a vibrant and beautiful scene of lush green grass, making it hard to imagine that such a strange thing could happen here.

　　Entering the luxuriously decorated bedroom draped in pink curtains, I saw a bronze beast seal in the corner. Instinctively, I felt a desolate, ancient aura emanating from it. The seal wasn't large; a small, square one held a crouching beast, somewhat like a fox, but with small wings on its limbs, as if ready to take flight at any moment. Its body was covered in overlapping, layered kui dragon patterns, quite exquisite and ancient in style—no wonder her husband was so fond of it.

　　I stared at it, lost in thought. Clearly, this thing was undoubtedly the culprit, but how to deal with it was a major problem. Throwing it away was impossible; such a malevolent creature, possessing sentience, would likely return on its own. Destroy it? Putting aside whether her husband, who is away on a business trip, will come back and fight me, even if she really wanted to destroy it, it would be difficult. There is a high risk of suffering a curse backlash. The safest way is to wait for the ghost to appear, find its weakness, and defeat it with the family's secret technique. If all else fails, there is the ultimate weapon, the Red Sleeve Blade. As the family's heirloom sword for subduing demons and controlling souls, although it has many limitations, it can save lives. That unlucky Xiangxi Corpse King had already cultivated the body of a flying zombie, capable of flying, escaping, diving, and capturing dragons in the sea. It advanced triumphantly, defeating me step by step. Just as it was about to unleash its killing move, the Red Sleeve Blade, which was protecting its master, spun its head and landed on the ground. It rolled around on the ground, still wide open, dying with its eyes wide open.

　　I extended my left hand, flicked my fingertip, and a drop of blood landed on my right palm. The drop rolled around, emitting an eerie, crimson light. Countless tadpole-shaped runes flowed and played within it, slowly transforming into the shape of an eye. I beckoned to the stunned Huang Ying, placing the red eye between her brows. This was a secret technique: Blood-Transforming Eye. Placed on the third eye of the skull, it could form an Illusion-Dispelling Eye, seeing through all illusions and transmitting the true image to the caster—extremely convenient, like a surveillance camera.

　　The sky gradually darkened, and the night deepened. Huang Ying and I chatted quite congenially. Because of my extensive knowledge and wide-ranging experiences, I was familiar with all sorts of strange and unusual tales. In addition, Huang Ying had heard about the few impressive feats I had performed before, and now, like a curious child, she kept asking questions, sometimes giggling, sometimes turning pale with fright, completely engrossed in listening.

　　We talked until the clock struck ten. Huang Ying's expression changed slightly. I patted her hand, comforting her and telling her to go back to her room and go to bed. I quietly went to the maid's room next to the bedroom and hid there. I meditated, calmed my mind, and channeled my supernatural powers. A flash of bloodlust appeared in my eyes, a sign of the connection to the blood-red eye on Huang Ying's forehead. My

　　blood-red eyes had an extremely wide field of vision, like a curtain that encompassed the entire bedroom. There, I saw the tall and voluptuous Huang Ying lying on the bed, her hands trembling slightly, her closed eyes quivering, and her long eyelashes fluttering. She was clearly anxious and lost in thought.

　　After waiting for a long time, about forty or fifty minutes, a whirlwind suddenly swept in from outside the window, rustling the flowers and trees in the yard. The moonlight in the room seemed to dim, and suddenly all sound disappeared. There were no more insects chirping or wind howling. It was eerily quiet. I quickly perked up. The main character had arrived.

　　A stream of black mist flowed in through the window like pus, gradually churning and condensing into a shape. During this incredibly eerie process, Huang Ying remained completely unaware in bed. Her previously restless body stopped, and her breathing became steady, indicating that she had clearly fallen asleep. It seemed that this thing always used this method to put the beautiful Huang Ying to sleep, pretending to have intercourse in her dream. This kind of trick was clearly not something that someone like sleep paralysis could pull off.

　　I watched quietly as the dark figure grew clearer and more solid, gradually taking the form of a chubby little old man with dark skin, white eyebrows, and a height of about one meter. However, his ugly face, covered with age spots, had features that were clearly unlike those of a normal person, resembling more of a wild beast. He had two large dark circles under his eyes, a protruding, wide mouth, and a grotesque and terrifying lower body. His enormous, disproportionately large penis swayed back and forth between his legs. Even when not erect, it was still like that of a normal adult. His scrotum was like a flour sack, capable of completely engulfing the exaggeratedly large penis at any moment. Such a strange object growing on his dwarf-like body looked indescribably eerie.

　　It grinned, drooling, and chuckled as it approached the unconscious Huang Ying. It slowly climbed onto the bed, its fat, short body pressing down on the voluptuous Huang Ying. It kissed and gnawed wildly at her large, firm breasts. The sleeping beauty let out soft moans, her body slightly twisting, seemingly lost in a lewd dream.

　　After gnawing for a while, the monster finally climbed onto Huang Ying's lower abdomen and sat down, slowly inserting its thick, hard, club-like penis into her already overflowing, aroused vagina. Huang Ying let out a long moan, its soft, nasal tone seductive and alluring. I couldn't help but shudder, quickly calming myself, regulating my breathing, and clearing my mind.

　　The short, stout old man sat atop Huang Ying's voluptuous and beautiful body, bouncing about like a rider on his beloved mare. This monster possessed astonishing strength, his thrusts causing Huang Ying to moan softly and pant heavily. She clung to the short, stout monster like an octopus, her arms and legs flailing around him. Because of the vast difference in their heights, it resembled a plump, beautiful mother embracing her child. The dwarf-like old man's head couldn't reach her; he could only bury his face in her enormous breasts, kissing and licking them wantonly, his long, inhuman tongue darting about, looking utterly bizarre and utterly lewd.

　　Huang Ying was quickly brought to orgasm by the large, dark penis, her juices flying everywhere. The deep, heavy penetration brought her to a wet climax, soaking the bed. Seeing her ecstatic, almost unbearable state, I finally understood why she was usually so alluring. Such inhuman, demonic methods were something no human woman could resist. Soon she was completely plunged into the abyss...

　　I looked into the bedroom, where thin layers of white mist gradually rose, but under my bloodshot eyes, everything was an illusion. I saw a fair-skinned, tall beauty with her eyes closed, tightly embracing a short, fat, strange old man. She was being fucked by the old monster, moaning and groaning, twisting her waist and swaying her hips, making the old man bounce up and down. Her skin gradually turned pink, and she was covered in fragrant sweat, clearly aroused. The old man's movements were fast, fierce, and deep, reaching the bottom every time, shaking the large bed so that it creaked and groaned, as if it were about to fall apart.

　　Huang Ying climaxed again and again, screaming hoarsely and desperately, her hoarse, magnetic voice exuding a breathtaking and strange charm, causing the old monster above her to scream repeatedly, his throat emitting inhuman roars, like the howls of a wild beast, and suddenly shooting out gushes of white semen. Even more unbelievable is that after ejaculating, it would pant slightly for a while and then lie down between the woman's legs, spreading its plump, long legs, and sucking like a dog between her legs, swallowing all that vomit and semen into its stomach. It was absolutely disgusting.

　　After finishing, his lower body became erect again, and he continued to thrust in and fuck her hard. He fucked and ejaculated repeatedly, and Huang Meiren had countless orgasms until dawn broke and the roosters crowed. Only then did the short, fat old man turn into black mist and disappear. I quickly formed a hand seal, and the blood-red eye between Huang Ying's eyebrows transformed into countless blood-red tadpoles, vanishing instantly, then flashing past the escaping black mist. The

　　blood-red eye could not only monitor, but also adhere to runes, like signal markers, making it impossible for demons to hide, making it easy to trace them. I could practically imagine feeling the intense rune fluctuations on that bronze beast seal.

　　The demon's spiritual power was still strong at dawn, too great to defeat, so I waited several more hours until daybreak, when the sky was bright and the morning glow filled the sky. Only then did I walk triumphantly towards the location of the beast seal, thinking of various countermeasures as I went.

　　Things rarely go as planned. I was utterly astonished, staring at the completely unresponsive bronze seal before me, its ancient and powerful kui patterns leaving me speechless.

　　I had miscalculated, utterly miscalculated! This wasn't how it was supposed to be! What to do? What to do? What? This

　　makes no sense at all! Could it not be this? But the ancients had passed down the rule that anything from the Qin Dynasty or earlier must never be touched—a firmly established red line. My thoughts were a complete mess. I didn't even notice when Huang Ying had moved to the back until her full, white arms embraced me from behind, her entire body trembling against my back.

　　"Am I being promiscuous? What did you see?" she asked, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling and hoarse, radiating a captivating, eerie charm.

　　"It's nothing, you were just dreaming. Okay, I'll find out the root of the problem, give me some time," I comforted her. Of course, I couldn't tell her the truth. Let all this evil be just a nightmare. As long as I know I'm bearing it, she can just be a clueless fool.

　　I pondered silently, pacing back and forth, meticulously recalling everything, trying to find any clues. Seeing my serious and silent expression, Huang Ying affectionately took my arm and walked with me. Before we knew it, we had reached the yard. Looking at the lush greenery and ducklings playing in the water, I sighed deeply. How awful!

　　Just then, a snow-white pug ran to my feet, wagging its tail and curiously looking at me. Huang Ying waved her hand, and the dog, understanding, barked once, turned, and ran away. It circled a few times under a large tree, then suddenly its tail stood on end, and it turned and ran off. I didn't know why it was startled. I was quite puzzled and went over to take a look. I saw a chubby little creature with gray fur and black stripes curled up under the tree, sleeping and emitting soft snores, just like a human.

　　Wasn't that the raccoon? I didn't expect the dog to be afraid of it. I shook my head and was about to leave when I suddenly froze. I took a few steps closer to it, and a strong runic fluctuation gradually became clear from its body!

　　It was it! It was it! It was it!

　　Seeing my stunned expression, Huang Ying smiled and said that it was just a friend of her husband's who had brought it out from the deep mountains and forests. It was said to be quite old and did nothing but eat and sleep. It ignored everyone except when she fed it by hand, and was rather dull-witted.

　　Yes, that was it, that was it! I understood everything! The raccoon dog, along with the weasel spirit and the fox spirit, is known as one of the three immortals, and is one of the animals most prone to becoming spirits and causing trouble. They are skilled in shapeshifting and illusion, often turning leaves into coins to deceive people. Moreover, raccoon dogs are inherently lustful, with extremely large scrotums. It is said that after becoming a spirit, they can transform their scrotums into various objects, even the sails of large ships! Recalling that short, fat old man's crotch, everything was perfectly fitted. I had always thought that the old man's strange face was that of the monster printed on it, but now I realize it was just the raccoon dog's broad snout, flat nose, and dark circles under its eyes!

　　Strike while the iron is hot! The monster was fast asleep. I quietly rolled up my sleeve, revealing a strange curved sword with a slightly transparent blade and a crimson hilt. The Red Sleeve Sword, if used as a magical weapon, naturally requires many things to activate and cannot be used lightly. I have only recently received the inheritance and cannot use it with the ease to unleash the earth-shattering strike that once decapitated and killed the Xiangxi Corpse King. However, if it is used as an ordinary weapon, it is perfectly fine. Although its power is not comparable, it is completely overkill for dealing with this kind of thing.

　　I gestured for silence to the stunned Huang Ying, then in a flash, I appeared behind the fast-sleeping raccoon. A blade of light, three parts desolation, three parts breathtaking beauty, three parts loneliness, and one part arrogance, flew lightly from my sleeve. What a blade of light it was! Crimson like rain, beautiful as a dream, but when the dream ended, it would be the day of death. A spray of blood rose, and a round head spun and rolled in mid-air before finally landing, kicking up a pile of dust, its eyes tightly closed, still dreaming. It

　　was over. Everything was over. I told Huang Ying the whole story, omitting and modifying many unnecessary parts, but it still made her burst into tears, trembling, and she threw herself into my arms, crying loudly like a bullied little girl.

　　I don't know if this is love, but it's clear that the beautiful Huang Ying likes me a lot. This affection is quite unexpected, but her shy expression can't be faked. She's moved. I don't know when it started, or who made the first move, but we embraced, hugged, and kissed passionately. She was intoxicated, clinging tightly to my neck, kissing me with ecstasy.

　　We went to bed and made love in the bedroom, exploring again and again until she was panting. She rolled over and pinned me down, touching my face and gazing at me with infatuation and tenderness in her eyes. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her plump, fragrant buttocks writhing, swallowing and releasing my penis. We indulged ourselves again and again, spending all our time making love and flirting except for eating and drinking. We went wild from day to night, releasing ourselves to the fullest. She cried out "Little husband" again and again, climaxing again and again, experiencing ecstasy.

　　We made love all night, and sure enough, the demon was exorcised, and everything returned to peace. She was overjoyed; after so long, she could finally make love with the person she loved while fully conscious. This made her incredibly hungry and frenzied, and they lingered all night until dawn.

　　The next day, I had to leave. A new case had arrived, this time a big one: a ghost king of king-level power—the Nine-Child Ghost Mother—had appeared in the suburbs of Liancheng City. Although her friend or foe was still unclear, this legendary ghost always brought bloodshed whenever she appeared. The night watchmen had to confirm her intentions and devise countermeasures in case of any unforeseen events.

　　We said our reluctant goodbyes, and Huang Ying cried again, hugging and kissing me endlessly. She begged me to visit her often, no matter what. At that moment, the strong woman had completely transformed into a little woman.

　　Night fell, and Huang Ying lay quietly in bed, sleeping peacefully. It felt wonderful without the demon's torment. She quickly drifted off to sleep, a sweet smile on her lips, lost in thought, looking utterly beautiful.

　　At midnight, when the moon was dark, the night suddenly fell silent. The insects stopped chirping, the wind ceased howling, and the bronze beast seal in the corner seemed to stir. Its eyes appeared to be turning, emanating an intense, ancient, and desolate aura that shook the entire space. Then, the air rippled like water, and wisps of eerie gray mist emerged from the beast's mouth, swimming towards the beautiful Huang Ying, who was sleeping soundly on the large bed.

　　Under this hazy gray mist, the bedroom underwent a breathtaking, magical transformation: the bed, furniture, curtains, and all sorts of objects were transformed. The walls became mottled, the floor warped, and the chandelier disappeared, replaced by a room full of candles and oil lamps. The furniture all became simple wooden tables and chairs from the Shang Dynasty, exuding an ancient, primitive feel. Several bronze tripods were placed in the corners of the room, their tiny flames flickering, as if time had reversed and traveled back a thousand years.

　　Huang Ying's voluptuous and long body suddenly floated up into the air, suspended as if by a steel cable. This bizarre scene did not affect Huang Ying at all; she seemed to sleep even more soundly. The gray fog grew thicker and thicker, and the faint roars of beasts could be heard. Suddenly, the beauty's long skirt was taken off, and her panties fell down from her ankles automatically, as if pulled down by an invisible hand. Then, the beauty groaned, as if something was pressing down on her and thrusting into her. Her voluptuous and fiery body trembled and shook, as if she were having intercourse. She was hit so hard that her hair was disheveled, and she let out soft moans and gasps, crying out in bed with her eyes closed.

　　In the weathered, ancient bedroom, a bizarre scene unfolds. A beautiful woman hangs suspended above the bed like a puppet, legs spread wide, her lower body dripping with lustful fluids. She moans seductively, her eyes closed, head swaying, gradually being brought to a climax by strange fluctuations…

　　In the endless night, in the boundless darkness…

[The End]

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