The breach of home security: "Bringing the cattle into the house"

Foreword: This is my first work. I've been involved in collecting erotic literature for over ten years. These ten years have passed, my prime is over, and my writing career has
progressed from a small manager to a regional manager. In less than three years, I was promoted to regional manager. My boss patted me on the shoulder and said, "Young man, you have a bright future!"
This is my favorite way to express my feelings.
This piece is a first release and an exclusive announcement. The only person who had seen this piece before was the reviewer on the Wenxing World website who applied for an original content account.
He had seen about 5000 words of this piece.
I know you clicked in wanting to see the sex scenes, and you're probably already scrolling down. Your eyes, which have seen thousands of erotic articles, are already
actively searching for keywords:
big dick, tits, slutty pussy, white and tender. The reason
I'm keeping your eye on me is because this is my first time creating erotic literature, and there are a few things I want to clarify: 1 This is purely my sexual fantasy. Since it's my sexual fantasy,
it's already written out, and the outline is also written. It can't be changed and won't be changed. Do you understand now? Whether you like this article or not, I don't care.
As for
the comments, you can post whatever you want, I won't take them to heart. This article contains a lot of "so-called dialects" from Shandong and Northeast China. I call them "so-called dialects" because I really enjoy it when
brothers from Shandong and Northeast China tell me, "Which sentence or word in the article can be replaced with what dialect? That's how we say it where we're from."
I suddenly realized why it was so strange! Our neighborhood is a new one, with many young couples… "Honey, I'm watching those little ones with their mothers…"
I will, as appropriate, translate all the dialects in the article… (The rest of the text is a jumbled collection of phrases and sentences, likely from different sources, and doesn't form coherent sentences.) 1. This article may contain parts that offend you, such as regional issues. Why are southern men thin and small, while northern men are tall and strong?
The answer is: Regardless of the facts, this is my sexual fantasy, my dream, my rule. Shut up.
4. I hope to achieve as much logical coherence as possible in the article. I know it's foolish to demand absolute realism from erotic literature, but I also know that erotic literature with huge
logical flaws makes it difficult for readers to feel immersed. I will try my best to create well-developed and believable characters. With good characters, there will be a good sexual climax.
5. Yes, that's right, you might find muscle worship, phallic worship, reproductive worship, sexism, anti-intellectualism, etc., in this article... But
please , this is erotic literature. Let's drop the hood and forget about morality!
I myself work out, I admire men's muscles and enjoy playing with women's breasts, but I love having sex with women, not with men or with men, not even
kissing . So calling me bisexual doesn't seem quite right... Is that honest enough? I can promise that my writing will absolutely not contain
homosexual acts, bestiality, or ecstasy... Everyone has their own preferences. What I don't like, I won't write. It's that simple. So, Hannibals, bye-bye. Enough with the rambling ,
let's get to my sexual fantasies. I wrote this to commemorate my youthful days of unrestrained thought and conservative body.
Chapter 1: My name is Wang Cheng, I'm 30 years old, a master's graduate from Fudan University, and I've been married for three years. My wife is Chen Yuting, 26 years old, my junior in master
's program. We got married less than a year after she graduated.
Speaking of my wife, she's truly adorable, 168cm tall... While her height of 100cm didn't quite qualify her as a model's figure, she possessed a curvaceous figure, delicate skin,
and the gentle beauty characteristic of southern girls. She had many suitors during her university years. As for why she chose a
petite
, bookish idiot like me—in her words, it was simply because "you're honest!" I still remember our wedding night. Like two bookish idiots, it was both our "first time." In embarrassment and haste, with my wife's help, I
undressed her. To my surprise, she had such large breasts. You see, when my wife and I were dating, I rarely made any advances;
I'd only touched her breasts two or three times. I'm naturally timid and easily frightened, always lacking the courage. Perhaps that's why my wife fell in love with me—because I'm
honest—timidity or honesty? Does it make a difference?
Under the soft moonlight, those large... The impact of her breasts on me was like a bomb exploding around me. I had never seen such white, tender, and
alluring flesh before. I had truly struck gold! Later, my wife told me that she always dressed conservatively to cover her enormous breasts because she considered herself a
sensible woman and couldn't possibly expose half of her breasts like a prostitute on the street! I said, "Wife, your views are too outdated. Nowadays, female office workers wear
very fashionable and high-class clothes, but they still show a little bit in the front. It's cool and beautiful. Your 'assets' are so good, don't always cover up so tightly. Let everyone
see how beautiful my wife is!"
He then breathlessly ejaculated inside her.
So there's no need to force it to become yours. Look if you want, don't look if you don't. Some authors publish with an outline, but I published with 9... Ten thousand words on the computer.
After getting married, I was extremely content with our little family life. The only shortcoming was that we didn't have children. The results of a hospital checkup showed that my sperm
count was far below normal, while my wife's was normal.
On the day of the test results, my wife and I cried our hearts out. I remember we were lying in bed, and she held me in her arms, stroking my head, and said, "Husband, if
it doesn't work out we can adopt an orphan. No matter what, I love you!"
But I still felt extremely guilty for not being able to let my wife experience the joy of motherhood, for not being able to let her become a real woman. In my anguish, I
fell asleep... From that day on, I started taking all kinds of tonics, a combination of Chinese and Western medicine. After more than a year, my wife still couldn't get pregnant, and a hospital checkup showed that her sperm count was still very low.
Seeing my wife's disappointed expression, I could only focus all my energy on work to distract myself. I rose through the ranks at the company, and quickly went from a junior newcomer to someone who said,
"It's nothing."
And so it went.
"Husband, you're overthinking it..."
You can find pleasure even in desire.
On our wedding night, I grabbed my wife's 33D breasts, which were too big to be grasped in one hand, and after much effort, I finally managed to break her hymen. I just thought it was good...
So, temporarily forgetting my own "unspeakable secret," I took my wife, filled with enthusiasm and desire, and went to Jinan.
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Chapter 2 In Jinan, my wife and I lived in an apartment arranged by the company. It was a large four-bedroom, one-living-room apartment of nearly 200 square meters. Besides my wife's and my bedroom
and my study, there were two other rooms used as storage rooms. When my sister put all sorts of odds and ends—mostly books—into those two so-called storage rooms...
After arriving in Jinan, as a regional manager directly assigned from headquarters, I had to quickly familiarize myself with the local situation, clarify governance, and build relationships. I was often away
, and my wife looked dejected, which made me feel bad too. The extra room was definitely designed for our child, but we ended up filling it with clutter. Lately, my
wife's and my college classmates have been having a string of good news – some have welcomed healthy babies, others have become pregnant – while we remain lonely and isolated. Coming home
late and extremely busy, after three months, I finally felt at ease with my work and wanted to return to my familiar routine of work and family life. But then I noticed my wife
had changed.
It was July, and Jinan's summer wasn't much cooler than Shanghai's. The sweltering heat was already unbearable, but I found my wife had changed from her optimistic and cheerful
personality . She had become quiet and withdrawn, rarely smiling, which made me even more irritable. One evening, I held my wife in my arms. She tried to pull away, but couldn't.
"Xiaoting, you seem downcast today. What's wrong?"
"Xiaoting, I'm sorry. I've been too busy lately and haven't taken good care of you..."
"To come to Jinan with me, you quit your job. You, a master's graduate, are now a housewife. I'm so sorry..."
"Husband..."
I suddenly felt something wet on my arm, and my wife in my arms was sobbing. She had been crying. My heart ached terribly. My wife comes from a scholarly family; she's been a
princess since childhood. When I married her, I promised her mother I would never let her suffer any hardship. She's always been cheerful and optimistic, and rarely cries. But today,
Xiaoting was silently crying again, and I could sense she had something to say. Sure enough, after a long while, she said, "Husband, every day after you go to work,
I wander around the neighborhood, buying things and taking walks. But lately, I don't know why, I've seen so many people carrying little..." "The baby, the person pushing the stroller!"
Snuggling in my arms, I felt a pang of sadness. I really want to be a mother!
Xiaoting burst into tears in my arms!
My wife ovulated today—we've tried for a long time to have a child, and I have a limited understanding of her psychological state and emotional changes. I'm puzzled by how much
women crave motherhood during ovulation, because my wife's current expression is truly one of utter despair… To be honest, not having a child has always troubled
me. I've never forgotten how much our family needs a child, but I consulted a lawyer friend, who said adoption procedures are extremely complicated… Raising an adopted child requires greater determination and perseverance, and more effort to compensate for the lack of blood relation. This made me think deeply.
The power and honesty of the dialect are appealing, but unfortunately, I was born in one of the cities in China with the fewest dialects. Therefore, the only thing I truly appreciate and am grateful for is… Then
I thought of my own face—a high-paid executive, yet having to adopt a child. Wouldn't this just give those who want to slander me
an excuse ? Wang Cheng, that guy, is very capable, but his sexual prowess is lacking! This is a man's greatest shame!
In the gym, everyone was dressed smartly, shirtless, struggling with the weights, their muscles gleaming like lumps of stone, sweat pouring down their backs.
In my despair, I thought of a traditional method from my hometown in Zhejiang, something I'd kept inside for a long time, but never managed to tell my wife. Now, seeing my wife so
distressed, so eager to become a real mother, I blurted out: "Xiaoting, how about we use a sperm donor?"
God, what's wrong with me?
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Chapter 3 The next day, I woke up early and lay in bed, unwilling to get up but unable to fall back asleep.
The night before, my wife was both ashamed and angry when she heard me say I wanted to borrow a seed, questioning whether I was still a man.
Was I still not a man? The thought of someone else cultivating my land filled me with deep sorrow, but my own plow wasn't strong enough, my seed wasn't good enough.
"Wife, what have you suffered? Who bullied you?"
Well, what else could I do?
Rather than openly displaying the shame of my infertility, I'd rather borrow a seed, and my wife could truly give birth and become a real mother.
Last night, after two hours of... After much persuasion, my wife finally agreed to have a sperm donor, but the look of surprise, hurt, shyness, and despair in her eyes
is deeply etched in my mind.
Lying in bed, I began to wonder where I could find such a donor. My wife needed a man she could accept, so what kind of man did she like? My
wife liked tall, strong men. Every time Xiaoting saw bodybuilding competitions on TV, she was overjoyed. In the early days of our marriage, she would always
point to those muscular men on TV and say, "Honey, you should work out more too, look how sexy they are!"
"Honey, look, they're like giant bulls, so awesome!"
At this point, I'd jokingly ask her why she married me if she likes muscular men. She said her mother said honesty is the most important thing for a man, and she listens to her family.
My wife likes strong men, so am I really going to find a strong man to impregnate her? The thought of a burly man riding on my wife's plump, white body, inserting his huge penis
into her vagina… I don't know why, but I get hard. Actually, everyone says I'm smart and handsome, but my biggest regret in life is that I'm
not tall enough; I'm only 169cm. My height, while not short, was pitifully thin. My shoulders were as broad as my wife's, and my ribs were clearly visible when she took off her shirt. My
plump wife weighed 63 kilograms, and so did I. People say women need a man to hold them down, the more firmly he holds them, the more comfortable they feel. I couldn't hold my wife down; during sex,
the slightest movement from her would send me tumbling off.
My father and grandfather were both thin. A tall, strong man would surely be able to give my wife a healthy baby,
improving .
Was we really going to use a sperm donor?
She actually agreed to it! That slut! I suddenly felt a surge of energy, but then a wave of helplessness washed over me: ultimately, it was my own fault. She
liked bulls, so I... "Find her a brute!" I jumped out of bed.
After getting up, I did two things. First, I found a private investigator online. Second, I found a gym online and also looked up
some fitness knowledge.
I dragged my wife out shopping. She hadn't slept well last night and didn't say much to me; I didn't know if it was out of shame or
anger .
While my wife was out shopping, I called the private investigator to the house. They secretly installed high-definition cameras in the bedroom, living room, and bathroom, connected to my
computer . These cameras were all 720p high-definition, yet extremely small, impossible to detect even when hidden in the ceiling or under a lamp. They were also quite expensive; the eight
cameras cost me over 30,000 yuan.
I need to document the process of using sperm donation, both for my own protection and for my wife's... As evening fell, my wife returned home. We remained silent. I
went to the gym.
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Chapter 4 This was a weightlifting gym, or rather, a rather basic gym with only strength training equipment. I chose it because
I'd seen online that bodybuilders usually frequented these kinds of gyms, while the overweight and skinny office workers went to high-end gyms. Besides,
many people at these gyms didn't have much money, and I needed that sense of security: the father wouldn't be able to fight me for custody of the child.
A sign on the simple glass door read, "Men's Gym, Ladies Not Allowed," the gym's sign. Pushing open the door, a wave of sweat hit me, along with
the ear-splitting clang of barbells and dumbbells hitting the floor, and the shouts of men pushing themselves to exert force... I declined the enthusiastic owner's offer, saying I'd look at
the equipment first before deciding whether to buy a yearly membership. I walked around and noticed that most of the people in this gym were burly and broad-shouldered. Because there was no air conditioning and it was the height of summer, unlike Gaojing
who was off work, there were only about ten people in the gym. However, they all looked quite fit.
Without realizing it, I walked to the bench press rack. This morning, while researching online, I gained a new understanding of bodybuilding. I learned that the bench press is
one of the three fundamental bodybuilding exercises, primarily training the pectoralis major and upper arm muscles. Like the deadlift and squat, it's one of the most effective exercises for improving a man's strength. There
were several people around the bench press rack. Curious, I went over to take a look. It turned out to be a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted man with a buzz cut preparing for the bench press. I counted the weight plates on his barbell,
but couldn't figure out the exact weight. Then, another bald man placed his hands under the barbell; I knew he was spotting the man, perhaps indicating
a mistake in his technique. I saw him shout, "110 kg, up!"
The man on the bench press let out a "whoosh," pushed the barbell up, then put it down, repeating this six times. Each time he lifted the barbell, he
roared , his body drenched in sweat that glistened under the lights. His upper body was a mass of bulging muscles, his skin slightly dark, and his pectoral muscles
bulged high like Shandong steamed buns. When the barbell reached its highest point, his pectoral muscles squeezed out a deep groove in his chest, with bulging muscle fibers beside it. Sweat
streamed down his iron-like crevices... During his last lift, he was probably exhausted, and what he roared was "Fuck...you...motherfucker..."
As if sensing my confusion, the bull approached me, his slightly dark face filled with wildness and provocation. He pounded me up and down, then laughed.
I looked at the scene before me, stunned by this powerful and savage strength, and heard a man counting down for him: 1...2...3 ...But I
kept thinking about the image of my wife being trampled under his sweaty, muscular arms. Shouldn't a beautiful woman like my wife be paired with a strong man?
I stared at him, mesmerized, as he rose from the bench press, his chest muscles appearing even more muscular, his chest
thicker . His abs, while not overly defined, were clearly six-packed, and his waist was completely free of fat. He wore red shorts, his thighs like iron pillars planted firmly on the ground,
and his feet were at least size 45... He was truly a bull, though I wondered if he was... "Hey, buddy, what are you looking at?"
His words woke me up. I looked at his face: thick eyebrows, big eyes, single eyelids, thick lips, and a broad, straight nose. It was the
angular . I'd worked in HR at my company and read books on physiognomy, and I could tell from that face that he was rugged, honest, yet strangely lecherous... "You
're a tough guy, but good steel needs to be forged. This time, I'm making you the regional manager to send you outside headquarters to Shandong for some training!" "
You're really strong, how long have you been training?"
"Haha, buddy, you're new here, right? This guy's been here for 5 years!"
A tall guy next to him said, patting his sweaty back. "In this area, he and Da Kui are the strongest!"
5 years? He looks very young... "I started lifting weights when I was ten, how about that?"
"Hey, you're as skinny as a chick, hurry up and get to work! A man who's not strong enough can't handle women!"
With that, he raised his right arm and bent it, the black hair under his armpit standing out like wild grass, his biceps bulging like iron balls
, glistening with sweat, and at the same time, a stench of sweat hit me. Amidst the men's rough laughter, I felt ashamed and embarrassed. My thighs weren't even as
thick as his arms, and I certainly couldn't handle my woman. 　　He then did a bodybuilding pose, his two engorged pectoral muscles gleaming hard and reddish-brown, like two pieces of hard armor, his face filled with the pride unique to strong men .
Seeing that I still didn't say anything, he went back to the bench press rack to provide cover for the bald man.

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