Moonlit Night

1. 36 Hours to Go

A waning moon hung in the sky, the dawn breaking. A-Teng stubbed out the last bit of his cigarette in
the ashtray and stretched.

He casually picked up the chain beside him. Working for a state-owned enterprise, his workload was light, rotating through three shifts. He always volunteered for
the night shift , earning him the favor of his colleagues.

Night was all too familiar to A-Teng.

He didn't know why he liked the night, but when everything was quiet, his
mind was always active. He also did a part-time job writing for a company, with flexible hours, allowing
him to write what he liked and earn some pocket money.

The lights in the duty room apartment were off, letting in only a few slivers of moonlight,
casting making him appear somewhat comical. Unfortunately, the atmosphere in the room was tense; no
one would come at this hour, and certainly no one would laugh at him. In his opinion,
he was the only person in the room who could truly be called human. Having lived through those years, A-Teng had long since developed a sense of composure and calmness.

He separated the two chains, pulled one to the left, and extended his left foot. The thing at the other end of the chain
seemed accustomed to this action, as if receiving a command, extending a pair of delicate hands to gently lift A-Teng's feet that
had been walking back and forth on the linoleum floor. Without any hesitation, it extended its pink tongue and carefully licked them, like smooth silk
wiping a precious artifact, not wanting to miss a single corner.

Words were superfluous at this moment. A-Teng listlessly picked up the old iPod beside him and played
some tracks.

Looking at the small screen flashing "Track 1, Track 2, Track 3," he saw that there were no specific
names , but like the rings of a tree, they deeply recorded the events of that time. Listening to the music, A-Teng seemed to be able
to recall the people and things that had once existed around him.

His gaze was fixed on his slightly damp toes, lost in thought.

Just like before, Xiao Mo's lips had brushed against his skin, her brows furrowed, her face flushed,
her tongue smooth and tender.

At that time, A Teng was still in university. The impetuousness of youth and his naiveté led him and Xiao Mo to do many
crazy things.

Traces of their love were left in every corner of the school.

In the dormitory, on the grassy slope in the backyard, in the corridors after school, in the men's and women's restrooms, even in the student council
's broadcasting room—the traces of their lewdness were everywhere.

And after A Teng thought he knew Xiao Mo's unusual fetish, he became even more brazen.

The unwillingness and coy, hesitant posture of Xiao Mo when she first licked his feet was deeply
etched into A Teng's mind, like a carving knife.

Although they did many more excessive and stimulating things afterward, none were as
clear and bright as that initial humiliation, like a bright moon in the night.

A Teng's penis tilted to one side in the darkness, as if resting. The sticky white waste that had just been ejaculated
was preserved in someone else's mouth like nectar.

Looking at his own toes, they were licked until they were almost white. He pulled his foot back, wiped the excess
saliva off the thing's face, and muttered a curt "bullshit."

The chain on his left moved slightly, and the thing changed from a kneeling position to a squatting one. He stretched his
vulva as far as it could go, the two pink labia now completely distorted. The folds on them
even looked somewhat smooth under the force.

A-Teng gestured with his big toe, then rubbed it against his vulva a few times, like rubbing a dirty foot against
a doormat.

Suddenly, without warning, it thrust inside. Although the thing was prepared, the sudden intrusion still
made it make a clatter.

It felt unlubricated… A-Teng felt inexplicably angry. "Useless!" He kicked the thing on his left to the ground
.

"Why did you do this, you useless thing? I'll teach you a lesson when we get home!"

The fallen body slowly got up, its reflection shone in the moonlight streaming through the window.

It was a pure face, a classic oval face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with fair skin. The moonlight shone
in her clear eyes, making her look like a star. There were slight tear stains in her eyes, giving her a delicate, tearful beauty.

If it weren't for the rope digging into her skin, the bell clips on her small but erect breasts, and even
the tiny needles piercing her nipples, who would have known that such a lovely person was in this state?

A-Teng casually pulled a vibrator about the thickness of a forearm from his bag. "Take this and get me wet, or you
know what will happen." He threw it at his feet, then stood up, grabbed another chain with his right hand, and headed for
the bathroom .

For a moment, the empty apartment was filled with the buzzing of electrical appliances, and the faint sound of suppressed breathing could be heard.

The moment the bathroom light was switched on, Ateng squinted for a moment to adjust, then walked to the toilet and
stood still.

At the other end of the chain was another naked woman, her mature body adorned with a pair of large breasts. Unlike the previous
girl , she wore nothing extra, only her face was covered by a mask.

The woman quickly moved a few steps, kneeling beside Ateng,
placing , carefully licking the glans clean with her tongue. Then she took two steps back, facing the area below the glans, and opened
her mouth wide.

Ateng paused for a moment, then a stream of golden urine arced through the air, landing precisely in the mouth,
mixing with the already thin, transparent liquid. "

Swallow it," Ateng commanded, then poured urine into the mouth in segments, clearly used to it . The rhythm was perfect, filling the mouth, swallowing, then continuing. Like a high-end, programmed toilet. 　　A-Teng shuddered, watching the last bit of urine disappear down his throat. He casually grabbed the woman's hair next to him and wiped it on his glans, then felt it wasn't quite clean enough. 　　"Go clean your filthy mouth!" 　　Sister Jing was already used to this lifestyle. Although her job required her to appear arrogant , she deeply understood that she was nothing more than a lowly toilet, and her master now rarely...

She was "rewarded." But she still couldn't escape. She had tried before, but
the backlash even stronger, only making her more debased. Now, she had no dignity whatsoever in front of A-Teng.

The pungent smell of morning urine filled her entire mouth. She even felt that the air she exhaled smelled of her master's urine,
which gave her a strange, tingling sensation. "I'm still very useful. Dirt me, dirty me." Every time she thought of this,
coupled with the vibrating egg inside her that never stopped, she would become a muddy mess again.

But she didn't have time to think too much, or rather, she didn't have time to think. She could only carry out orders. Although her knees
were wearing knee braces, they were still sore. She slowly turned on the tap with her mouth and carefully rinsed her mouth clean.

She also prepared her master's toothpaste and toothbrush, which were routine procedures.

In the living room, A-Teng cleaned his penis in Cheng Ting's mouth and then used his toes to tease the little girl's
already soaked vagina a couple of times. "Okay, keep it this way from now on. Otherwise, what's the use of having such a dry
thing ?"

It was already getting light, meaning A-Teng was about to finish work.

After a quick wash at the duty room, A-Teng let the two female dogs leave first. It was Saturday, and he
planned to rest well today; he had an important event to attend on Sunday.

A-Teng sat leisurely by the office, the first rays of morning sunlight falling on his desk, casting a soft,
gentle glow. It reminded him of many years ago, when he first saw her. He was
still his mind filled with wicked thoughts, yet he desperately tried to disguise them. She sat quietly in the corner of the library, like an
angel, radiating a gentle light, silently looking at her CET-4 English review book. A-Teng suddenly realized
that these scenes were already etched into his mind, so clearly. It even surpassed the first time he vigorously rubbed those lovely breasts
, the first time he penetrated her and Xiao Mo's painful scream, the first time he raised the whip high and
the mark left when it fell, the first time the ropes were tightly bound and dug into her labia... The first time, those memories that should have been profound
became blurry and unattainable.

2. Countdown 24 hours.
Seeing Lao Wang enter the office, Ateng regained his composure. After a brief handover, he
tightened his trench coat, put the exquisite card into his briefcase, and quickly walked out of the office.

The morning chill slightly swept away Ateng's weariness from the night shift. Before going home, he remembered to buy
some milk and biscuits at the supermarket.

Opening the door, Cheng Ting was still dressed the same as in the company apartment, except the small pin on her chest had been
removed . She changed Ateng's shoes and stepped aside.

A-Teng placed the milk and biscuits in the dog bowl in the corner and said to Cheng Ting, who was following behind him, "
You behaved very poorly last night. I'm tired today. I'll deal with you properly another day. This is breakfast. Eat and go back to your doghouse."

"Woof, woof," came the reply. A-Teng suddenly squatted down, startling Cheng Ting.
She instinctively took a step back, but A-Teng's right hand suddenly grabbed her face, pinning her down. Stared
at by A-Teng, Cheng Ting felt incredibly oppressed.

Without warning, A-Teng suddenly kissed Cheng Ting's forehead: "Behave better next time, don't disappoint me again."

He then turned and walked towards the bedroom. Before closing the door, he added, "Don't bother me if I don't wake up. "

Cheng Ting was stunned for a long time. She thought, "So even when it's just the two of us, my master can be so
gentle ." She completely forgot about the unbearable night of the previous night.

Even this unintentional recollection made Cheng Ting restless again.

Although it wasn't the first time she and Sister Jing had double-teamed last night, she was still very shy.

The master made Jingjie lick her clitoris, and Jingjie's tongue was truly formidable. She sucked and licked her tender
bud , making her whole body itch.

The master then ordered her legs to spread, slowly binding her there, which only added insult to injury. Her two buds became even
more erect. The ropes, not being properly shaped, rubbed against her, causing both discomfort and pleasure, preventing her from making a sound, only allowing
soft moans.

Finally, the binding was finished, her lower body already a mess. The master, however, leisurely sat on Jingjie,
watching her.

Gradually, she got used to the provocative force of the ropes, and her desire gradually subsided. The master then took out
a vibrator and tape to seal her vulva. As the vibrator went from weak to strong, then back to weak, the wet sensation
washed over her again and again, a fall from heaven to hell, and then back to heaven.

And the remote control was the little devil… or perhaps an angel, that transported her between these two places.

The buzzing sound never stopped, nor did her moans cease.

It was like a war of attrition, a protracted struggle, and Cheng Ting was already agitated, her body trembling
with flowing freely.

But now, though involved, she felt more like an observer.

Her master, whom she craved, was currently penetrating Jing Jie's mouth. Full in, full out, unobstructed.

He whipped her mercilessly with his whip, eliciting moans from Jing Jie—moans of excruciating yet
intense pleasure bursting from her nostrils.

Seeing her master's thick penis appear and disappear, Cheng Ting felt she was about to collapse. If her master
hadn't ordered her to stand still, forcing her to endure with sheer willpower, she would probably have already collapsed to the ground.

"Master, this little bitch wants more..." Cheng Ting finally couldn't bear it any longer and made her request.

What did she want? A-Teng pulled out his penis, which was covered in saliva. He looked down at Jing-jie and said, "
Toilet , it seems you're not just wet down there. Hurry up and clean it up!"

Then he turned to Cheng Ting and yelled, "What do you want? You're an animal, can't you even speak properly?!" Cheng Ting

was startled and stammered, "The bitch wants Master's penis."

"What?"

"The bitch wants Master's penis!" Cheng Ting raised her voice.

"What for?"

"To fuck the bitch's cunt!" Cheng Ting felt a certain part of her body
twitch .

"Then put this accessory on first!" A-Teng took out a thin puncture needle from his training bag,
along with some alcohol, and disinfected the needle.

Cheng Ting knelt down, chest out, offering her pink breasts. She was already used to this kind of training.
There was some fear before. But the feeling of slight pain, actually a tingling
sensation was unforgettable. Not to mention the current desire, like a volcanic eruption.

Suddenly, Cheng Ting felt the vibration in her lower body increase again, as if a mischievous little devil was
running around everywhere . At this moment, A Teng took out the microneedles and walked towards her step by step.

"Mmm...ah..."

A groan, whether from pain or pleasure, followed a series of breaths from Cheng Ting. A Teng couldn't help but admire the
two pierced nipples. "

Alright, bitch, crawl over and stand still!

" "It's coming, it's coming..." That was her heartfelt desire.

On the verge of collapsing memories, Cheng Ting fell into a deep sleep.

3. 16 hours countdown
A Teng had a good sleep and had a dream, but he
couldn't remember it clearly when he woke up.

He drew back the curtains. The sun was setting.

"Slept for so long?" A Teng rubbed his forehead. At this moment, his naked lower body regained its vitality, standing erect.

Opening the door, he saw Cheng Ting sprawled on the blanket watching TV, the volume turned down low, clearly
afraid of disturbing him.

Seeing him, Cheng Ting happily got up, circled A-Teng a few times, and even rubbed her face against his legs
. Then she straightened up, knelt to one side, sniffed A-Teng's penis with her little nose, and looked up
to indicate if she needed any service.

A-Teng shook his head. "Go tidy up my room."

Cheng Ting was puzzled. Her master could be stern, happy, or angry, but these past two days he had become increasingly silent.
What was wrong?

When she finished tidying up and crawled out of the bedroom, she saw A-Teng busy in the kitchen.

A moment later, A-Teng came out with a large plate of spaghetti. Instantly, the living room was filled with the aroma.
Cheng Ting's stomach rumbled in protest, but she dared not utter a sound, only watching and swallowing her saliva.

A-Teng glanced at her. "Bring your dog bowl. Sit on the table. I'll take you back to school after you eat."

Cheng Ting was a little flattered, wondering, "Why is my master being so gentle?"

She carried this question with her until she got out of the car at the school gate, still unsure.

A-Teng watched Cheng Ting's back disappear around the corner of the teaching building.

He didn't know how many times he had taken her back to her dormitory; was that a beautiful silhouette under the moonlight, or the reluctance of lovers parting?

Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye.

He subconsciously reached for a cigarette, but his first touch was that thin card. He paused, then, as if making
a decision, turned off the car and quickly walked into the school gate.

A-Teng chose a quiet spot, sat down, and aimlessly looked around.

The sky slowly darkened.

A loudspeaker in the distance blared with youthful energy, the kind of broadcasting only felt during university days. The female
announcer's voice sang softly, "Next up is the theme song 'Young and Beautiful' from the upcoming film 'The Great Gatsby.'
I know many of you have read the novel. Some have
said that before Gatsby, all 'I love you's' seem pale and powerless. Will this song
evoke ? Let's feel it together."

Sitting at a distance, watching pairs and groups of students pass by, playing and laughing, fearlessly moving forward.
They knew no fear, had never been hurt, living only according to their own hearts. Ateng seemed to see his
former self reflected in them.

A deep, resonant female voice drifted into his ears: "Will you still love

me when I'm no longer young and beautiful
?"

A-Teng recalled living with Xiao-Mo, their playful banter, their teasing. He remembered watching her cook naked, clean
,

do his laundry, tidy his room, and when it was all over, she would lie
quietly listening to her iPod. Back then, he never cared what she liked to eat, watch, or listen to.

"Will you still love me when I have nothing but my aching soul?

" The song remained, but
everything else had changed…

Several girls walked towards him, laughing and joking.

"Hey, Xiao-Cheng-Zi, why is your boyfriend sitting there?" Cheng-Ting was also surprised, but pretended to be calm
as she walked over. The girls teased her for a while before dispersing and returning to their dorms.

Cheng Ting watched her roommate walk away, looked around, and seeing no one, was about to kneel down. But A Teng
stopped her, gesturing for her to sit down.

"Master, what brings you here?"

"Just sitting here."

"Master, looking at pretty girls?" Although Cheng Ting was joking, A
Teng noticed a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

"No, just listening to music. It's the weekend, time to relax. I've been a little tired these past few days."

Cheng Ting's face flushed slightly, as if she was thinking of something. However, the sky was now even darker, making it difficult to see
clearly.

"Send a text to Ma Tong later, tell her to come to my house after she's done with her work." A Teng assigned Cheng Ting a task.

"Master, I want to go too..." Cheng Ting was quite uninhibited in front of A Teng.

"I'm not going to sleep with her, why are you jealous?" It seemed her little scheme had been seen through.

"I can do it, Master, those things... I can handle them too..."

"No need." Seeing A Teng's solemn expression, Cheng Ting had no choice but to give up; she just wanted to do more.

A-Teng remained silent, as did Cheng Ting.

Cheng Ting mustered her courage and tentatively moved closer to A-Teng. A-Teng didn't refuse; instead, he pulled her into his arms.

"How long has it been since I've had such a warm embrace? If only it could always be like this."

What was her master thinking?

Finally, the city lights came on, but they still couldn't compare to even a fraction of the moon's gentle beauty.

Cheng Ting felt A-Teng's hand slip inside her clothes, cupping her breasts in his palm.

The force wasn't strong, like a leaf brushing against skin in the wind, but the itchy sensation was subtle, almost
imperceptible.

It was truly torturous, a feeling that was both present and absent. Cheng Ting, teased like this, slowly began to breathe heavily.

"Master…I…"

"Shh, quiet."

Cheng Ting thought for a moment, as if making up her mind. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, then suddenly knelt at A
Teng's feet. "Your servant…you've decided, I'm willing to accept Master's outdoor training.

" A Teng didn't look down at her. "Once you've decided, there's no going back."

Cheng Ting hesitated slightly, then firmly said, "Yes, the bitch is willing, woof woof!"

As if making a declaration of determination, the last two barks were exceptionally loud, echoing through the youthful campus.

A Teng sat there for a while longer, seemingly unconcerned.

Cheng Ting knelt at his feet, her heart pounding, silently chanting a thousand times, "Please don't let anyone come, please
don't let anyone come…" Time seemed to freeze.

"Come with me."

Hearing those three simple words, Cheng Ting felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She followed closely behind A Teng

, step by step. The tree-lined path was bathed in moonlight, dappling the ground through the branches. Cheng Ting was inherently timid;
while she accepted other, more extreme forms of discipline, she harbored a deep fear of exhibitionism.
A Teng didn't force her, but as time passed, Cheng Ting found herself increasingly powerless
to resist .

One in front, one behind. "Go, the road we've traveled, the road we came from, the road we've returned to, but you, who followed behind me,
..."

A Teng shook his head violently, as if trying to drive something away...

Turning left and right, A Teng stopped beside a tree. His right hand gently stroked the trunk, like
a , or like caressing a long-time lover.

"Little bitch, come here."

The night was alluring, the moonlight dazzling. A Teng roughly pulled down Cheng Ting's panties; the dappled light seemed
to guide him to penetrate her.

Cheng Ting hadn't expected A-Teng to be so straightforward and brutal, like a storm, quickly igniting every
cell to its peak.

There was no foreplay, no training, just pure, decadent pleasure.

One thrust, another, insertion, withdrawal. His penis was coated in her love juices, like a candied hawthorn skewer drizzled with syrup.

Cheng Ting always felt like other eyes were watching them in the darkness, and every time she thought about it, fear made her
feel like she'd been doused with cold water. She dared not moan loudly, and her legs trembled slightly.

A-Teng, of course, was sensitive enough to notice this, his hands working in tandem with his penis, each thrust landing
on her rounded buttocks. This made Cheng Ting's body, like a horse that had eaten grass, gallop wildly.

"I'm just a mare, a beast for my master to ride at will, master... harder. This little bitch can't take it anymore,
" Cheng Ting murmured to herself. She was ashamed to say these words, but she knew A-Teng liked it, and she was willing to do it.

A-Teng thrust vigorously, one hand pinning Cheng Ting's hands to the tree trunk like nails.

With the other hand, his fingers began kneading her nipples, like a fresh spring toy, squeezing, pulling,
then releasing, springing back. Cheng Ting felt a sharp pain, her body reflexively leaning forward to relieve the pull on her breasts.

But her hands were like pincers fixed to the tree trunk, her body unable to move an inch.

Cheng Ting felt like a small boat in the sea, being violently battered by a storm. She felt
the rhythm within her body, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

The external stimulation combined with A-Teng's thrusting brought Cheng Ting to a rapid climax, and A-Teng ejaculated all his semen into her body without hesitation
. Cheng Ting felt the warm liquid slowly trickling down her thighs.

A-Teng patted her buttocks, "You can go back to your dorm now, I'll contact you."

Then he turned and walked away, leaving Cheng Ting alone, like a discarded toy.

Cheng Ting wondered, "What on earth is going on?"

But fear quickly enveloped her. She pulled up her pants and hurried away into the night.

4. Countdown 2 hours

The night passed without incident .

Jing Jie, wearing knee pads, lay quietly, with A Teng sitting steadily on her lap.

The face reflected in the mirror on her right hand had long since shed its youthful arrogance, but still looked young with a few specks of stubble
.

The clock on the wall ticked away, never stopping for anyone.

A Teng glanced at his watch, stood up, and led Jing Jie by her collar towards the bathroom. It was time to go.

The buzzing of the razor filled the air.

A splash of cold water instantly sobered him up.

His suit instantly made him look more energetic.

"You should get ready too," A Teng said, removing the collar and gesturing to Jing Jie.

Then he put on his gleaming leather shoes.

He took out the small card, glanced at it quietly—it resolutely read "A Hundred Years of Harmony"—and

gently put it back in his pocket before striding out of the room.

The night had passed, and the dawn outside was just right…

5. A frozen moment, unwilling to count down.

The bride was beautiful, as white as snow, her smile as radiant as ever. Her eyes met the groom's with deep affection, brimming with happiness.

When A-Teng saw the exquisite diamond ring on Xiao Mo's slender ring finger, he felt as if his own youth
had died on this day.

The hall's sound system suddenly filled the room with the joyful wedding march. The happy faces of the guests,
the ribbons billowing in the air—all these seemed to foreshadow blessings for the newlyweds.

A-Teng pulled out his old iPod from his inside pocket and gently pressed play:
Track 1: A-Teng, I like you so much…

Track 2: A-Teng, I don’t want to call you master…

Track 3: A-Teng, I only want to belong to you…

Track 4: A-Teng, you will marry me, right…

Track 5: A-Teng, I love you, I love you, I love you…

Track 6: …

Track 7: …

Track xx: Master, goodbye…

A-Teng’s eyes welled up with tears, and he raised his hands, clapping vigorously…

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