Kind and beautiful wife

(I)

My wife, Mu Rouxue, is 25 years old, 1.68 meters tall, with large eyes, a classic oval face, fair and delicate skin, and a perfect S-shaped figure (bust 90.0, waist 62.2, hips 90.7). She is like an ivory-carved goddess, generous, dignified, gentle, and serene, inspiring deep admiration in men.

Even more impressive are Rouxue's teardrop-shaped breasts, round, full, and firm without sagging, making countless men drool. At 25, my wife has developed the most beautiful parts of a woman perfectly, with curves in all the right places—a model of a perfect woman's figure. I originally thought my wife's perfect body belonged only to me, but a few months later I realized I was wrong.

My wife's father is the director of a top-tier hospital in the city, and her mother is a professor at a prestigious university; her family is very well-off.

My wife received an excellent education from a young age and has never done any manual labor. Her skin is always supple and translucent, and coupled with her knowledgeable, gentle, and virtuous character, she could absolutely captivate any man in the world.

Before marriage, my wife had no fewer than a hundred suitors, some offering houses, others cars, but my proud wife disdained the temptation of money and chose to marry me, an ordinary man. Therefore, I cherish her even more and obey her every command. Regarding children, my wife feels we are still young and don't want to have children too early, so we always use condoms during sex, even the first time.

My wife is a middle school teacher at a public university, and her profession adds to her scholarly air. Whenever I see her reciting poems to the children, she is incredibly beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven.

Today, in early summer, the scene before me made my blood boil as soon as I opened my eyes. Rouxue was wearing a white V-neck tight-fitting sweater, perfectly highlighting her large, round, teardrop-shaped breasts, with a deep cleavage that was incredibly alluring. She wore a black apron skirt that tightly hugged her plump buttocks, making them appear even more pert. Combined with her slender waist, her S-shaped figure was incredibly sexy and perfect.

At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself. I immediately jumped out of bed and pounced on my wife, tightly embracing her from behind. My hands kneaded her perfect breasts incessantly. Because her dress had a low neckline, I casually pulled down her collar, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts before my eyes. A few blue veins were visible on her white breasts, and her pink nipples were half-covered by a white lace bra, which seemed about to burst. I bit down on the flesh above my wife's nipple and sucked desperately. Seeing this, my wife gently held my head and gently lifted her breasts so I could suckle more of her flesh.

Just as I was enjoying this, my wife suddenly cried out, "Oh dear, I'm going to be late!" and slowly pushed me away. My gentle wife picked up her bag, kissed my forehead, and then turned and walked out of the house.

Little did she know that this would be the last time I enjoyed my wife's soft and full breasts.

After leaving home, Rouxue sped off on her pink electric scooter towards the school. A gust of wind blew, and her long, flowing hair danced in the breeze, making her exceptionally alluring. Every man on the street turned to stare. Just then, Rouxue suddenly saw several children throwing stones at a beggar under a bridge. Kind-hearted Rouxue rode forward to stop them. Being a teacher, she was quite adept at dealing with children. Rouxue shouted, "You little devils are bullying the weak again! I don't like you anymore!"

The children, seeing how sexy Rouxue looked today, especially her round, full, teardrop-shaped breasts, like ripe papayas hanging on her chest, and the deep cleavage that was so alluring, stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded.

"Aren't you going to class?" Rouxue commanded. Only then did the children react, scurrying off towards the school.

Seeing the children run off, Rouxue turned around to help the beggar. He was about 50 years old, ragged and filthy, emanating a disgusting stench. Rouxue took two steps forward and looked closer; the old beggar was extremely thin, his sunken eyes clearly indicating malnutrition. The old beggar, lying on the ground, looked up and saw a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings. Looking up further, he saw a pair of semi-circular protrusions blocking his view. The old beggar rubbed his eyes and looked again; he realized it was a beautiful woman's full, firm breasts, and he was immediately stunned.

The kind-hearted Rouxue, perhaps noticing the old beggar staring intently at her breasts, blushed and quickly took a step back, squatted down, and reached out to help the old beggar. The old beggar slowly rose up along his wife's arm. Just then, he saw his wife's white breasts, exposed as she bent over, revealing a deep cleavage due to their fullness. He trembled and

slipped , falling to the ground. Rouxue was terrified. She quickly bent down and lifted the old beggar's arms, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." The kind wife was unaware that the old beggar had slipped because he was captivated by her beauty. The old beggar gradually recovered and chuckled, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, my old bones are quite resistant to falls!"

The kind wife tried to help the old beggar up, but unbeknownst to her, he deliberately leaned against Rouxue, his elbow intentionally touching her breast. Rouxue's full and sexy body, combined with her soft breasts, completely captivated the old beggar. Rouxue felt the old beggar's elbow pressing tightly against her breast, but fearing he would fall again, she gritted her teeth and endured it, slightly raising her breasts to support his body. Because Rouxue's breasts were full and soft, the old beggar's elbow was completely embedded in her flesh.

Seeing the old beggar stand up, his wife quickly withdrew her hand and took a few steps back, keeping a distance of several meters from him.

The old beggar opened his mouth, revealing his uneven teeth, and said, "Thank you, sister." Rouxue suddenly smelled a foul stench emanating from the old beggar's mouth, lowered her head, and quickly replied, "You're welcome." "Uncle, do you live here alone all year round? Where are your children?" his wife asked. "Sister, I don't even have a wife, so where would I get children? What woman would want to be with beggars like us from the countryside?" The old beggar's answer filled Rouxue with a pang of sorrow and pity.

Suddenly, the old beggar's expression turned to pain as he clutched his right arm with his left hand. He had slipped and fallen, scraping his arm and bleeding profusely. His kind wife, seeing this, quickly rushed forward to check the wound. Taking advantage of the situation, the old beggar feigned weakness and leaned against Rou Xue's voluptuous body. His wife, preoccupied with his injury, allowed him to rest against her mature, full figure. His dirty hands rested on Rou Xue's upturned buttocks. Because he was only about 1.7 meters tall, his shoulders were nestled against her chest. Rou Xue's gentle, feminine scent and faint milky fragrance aroused his erection.

From a distance, the scene resembled a beautiful, elegant, and sexy woman embracing a ragged, filthy, and dark-skinned beggar. The kind-hearted wife, seeing the beggar's arm still bleeding and having no usable gauze in her bag, hastily took off her black stockings and skillfully bandaged the old beggar's wound. The old beggar, seeing Rouxue's long, slender, fair legs, thought, "How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? How can her flawless legs be so perfect?"

After bandaging the old beggar's wound, Rouxue, seeing that it was getting late, hurriedly rode her bicycle to school. The old beggar was left standing there, still foolishly intoxicated by the woman's fragrance.

When Rouxue arrived at school, she was already late. The 40-year-old vice-principal, Wang Gang, with his large belly and thick glasses, was standing on the balcony smoking. Suddenly seeing Rouxue's late arrival, he thought, "Beauty, today I've finally caught you red-handed, hehe." As expected, Principal Wang called Rouxue to his office. Principal Wang said with ill intent, "Teacher Mu, being late is against school rules. It's not allowed in a key provincial university like ours." Rouxue quickly apologized to Principal Wang repeatedly.

But how could the lustful Principal Wang let such a good opportunity slip by? He walked to Rouxue's side and suddenly hugged her tightly. His rough hands caressed Rouxue's full buttocks. At that moment, Principal Wang seemed possessed, his rough hands desperately trying to grasp Rouxue's buttocks completely. However, his 25-year-old wife's buttocks were full and elastic, and each time Principal Wang gripped them tightly, they were gently bounced back by her firm flesh. This only fueled Principal Wang's desire to possess his wife's beautiful buttocks. Rouxue was stunned by the sudden turn of events. By the time she reacted, Principal Wang was already trying to bury his head in Rouxue's deep cleavage. Just then, Rouxue suddenly pushed Principal Wang away forcefully and slapped him across the face. Tears welled in her eyes as Rouxue hugged her breasts and ran out of the principal's office. Principal Wang was left standing there dumbfounded, still savoring the memory of the beautiful woman's alluring buttocks.

The old beggar had never seen such a beauty in his entire life. Rou Xue's beautiful face alone was enough to make her an exceptionally beautiful woman, not to mention her flawless figure. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "How wonderful it would be if I could have such a beauty as my wife, and have her conceive and give me a big, healthy son!"

Lost in thought, the old beggar removed the stockings left by the beauty from his arm, wrapping them around his dark, engorged penis. Fantasizing about Rou Xue's full, white body, he frantically masturbated. Perhaps because he had been so aroused earlier, and had never encountered such a stunning beauty before, this time he masturbated for an unusually long time. Afterwards, panting heavily, the old beggar leaned against the wall, thinking that he was like a toad trying to eat swan meat—how could such a beauty possibly even glance at a filthy beggar like him?

Time passed slowly, and suddenly the old beggar saw a beautiful woman riding her bicycle towards him in the distance. It turned out that it was already evening and Rouxue had finished work. The old beggar quickly folded the stockings left by the beautiful woman, got up, and strode towards Rouxue. Rouxue despised bullies like Wang Gang the most. Rouxue not only slapped Vice Principal Wang but also ran to the principal to complain. However, the kind-hearted wife did not know that the principal was Vice Principal Wang's backer, and they were in cahoots. Vice Principal Wang, after being scolded by the principal for what had just happened, held a grudge and was plotting a brilliant plan to possess the beautiful wife.

(II)

Ah! Rouxue suddenly screamed, startled by the old beggar who suddenly rushed over. Just as she regained her senses, she saw the old beggar stretch out his rough, bark-like hands, tightly clutching Rouxue's black stockings, standing foolishly in front of Rouxue like a child reluctant to part with a beloved toy. It turned out the old beggar had come to return his stockings. Rouxue reached out her delicate hand and took the soaking wet stockings. She wanted to throw them away, but fearing it would hurt the old beggar's pride, she put the semen-soaked stockings into her bag.

Rouxue looked the old beggar up and down. He was barefoot, his clothes were tattered and filthy, and his hair was disheveled and covered in dust. The kind-hearted wife thought to herself how unfair fate was; such a simple countryman like the old beggar was in such a miserable state, while someone like Wang Gang, who swaggered around, lived so carefree. She couldn't help but sigh. The old beggar, noticing his wife's distress, asked, "Sister, what's wrong?" Rouxue smiled sweetly at him and replied, "Why did you come out without shoes?" The old beggar lowered his head and stammered, "I forgot."

As evening fell and the temperature began to drop, the old beggar shivered. Seeing this, Rouxue felt pity and said to him, "It's so cold at night, how come you don't even have a warm coat?" The kind-hearted wife didn't think too much about the consequences and only wanted to help the poor old beggar. Remembering she had some unwanted clothes at home, she said, "How about this, I have some unwanted clothes at home. Come back with me, and I'll get you some." The old beggar was moved by his wife's kindness, his eyes welling with tears, and he stammered, "Thank you, thank you."

"You sit in the back, I'll give you a ride," his wife said gently. The old beggar shivered as he sat on the back of his wife's electric scooter. At that moment, his wife's graceful back was fully visible to him; her slender waist was like a willow branch, and below it were her perfectly rounded buttocks. Compared to her full buttocks, the scooter seat seemed exceptionally small.

Suddenly, the old beggar noticed a mark on his wife's back that looked like a thin belt. Trembling, he asked, "Young lady, why are you wearing a belt on your back?" His wife hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "It's not a belt, it's a woman's bra." The old beggar, from the countryside, had never been with a woman before and naturally didn't know what a bra was. He then asked, "What's a bra for?" His wife was at a loss for words, but thinking that not answering would make her seem ill-mannered, she decided to treat it as a lesson. Her cheeks flushed, and she replied shyly, "A bra is for women to protect their breasts, otherwise, heavy breasts look unsightly!" Perhaps sensing what the old beggar was about to ask, she quickly changed the subject, saying, "Look, my house is just ahead." The old beggar craned his neck to look ahead, thinking, "My goodness, what kind of place is this? The gate alone is over ten meters wide, with tall European-style guard posts on both sides, and police officers standing guard at the entrance." Little did he know that Rouxue came from a wealthy family and lived in the city's most upscale residential area. They

quickly arrived at the gate, where a fierce-looking security guard suddenly stepped forward and stopped Rouxue, pointing at the old beggar in the back seat, saying, "Miss Mu, hello. Our community is a high-end one, inhabited by people of status. If we let a beggar like this in and our superiors see him, we'll be in big trouble." The old beggar, terrified, quickly crouched behind Rouxue. Rouxue stopped the car and gave the guard a captivating, angelic smile. "Everyone knows Miss Mu is the most beautiful woman in this community, but I never imagined her smile could be so breathtaking," the guard thought. Before Rouxue even spoke, he was already completely mesmerized, and quickly opened the gate to let Rouxue and the old beggar into the community.

The old beggar was stunned upon entering the residential area. The area boasted lakes and mountains, a truly idyllic scene.

"We're here, this is my home," Rouxue said, leading the old beggar inside. Never having been to such a luxurious place before, the old beggar appeared very nervous, looking around nervously, hesitant to enter. Seeing this, Rouxue said, "Come in. My husband is working overtime and hasn't come home yet. Please sit for a while; I'll get you a glass of water." The old beggar timidly walked to the living room and sat on the floor. "There's a sofa here, why are you sitting on the floor? Get up!" his wife said. "My clothes are dirty, I'm afraid of getting your chairs dirty, so I'll sit on the floor," the old beggar said. Seeing the old beggar's insistence on sitting on the floor, his wife didn't say anything more. She went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and handed it to the old beggar. The old beggar's rough, bark-like hands touched his wife's delicate, flowing hands.

Rouxue blushed slightly and quickly withdrew her hands, saying, "You're here, I'll go get you your clothes."

The old beggar suddenly noticed an artistic portrait of his wife hanging on the wall at the far end of the living room. The portrait, taken before their marriage, was exceptionally beautiful and ethereal. As if bewitched, the old beggar walked towards the photo. Before he knew it, he was standing right in front of it. Suddenly, he noticed the door to his wife's room wasn't fully closed, leaving a small crack.

The old beggar was about to push the door open to ask if his wife was done, but just as he opened the door and was about to speak, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning. His wife, with her back to the door, had taken off her top, which he had soiled, revealing her delicate, pink back. The old beggar had never seen such a sexy figure! A slender neck, fair shoulders, a willow-like waist, long, wavy hair cascading down her back—the well-proportioned lines exuded a mature charm; she was simply a work of art. At this moment, the wife gently turned slightly to the side, bending down to pick up the cream-colored t-shirt from the bed and put it on. This turn allowed the old beggar to admire half of her snow-white breast. Because her breasts were full and firm, the t-shirt didn't slip down directly, but stayed on her full breasts, just covering her pink nipples and half of her areolas, revealing the lower half of her breasts. The lower half of her teardrop-shaped breasts was the fullest, the snow-white flesh paired with the pink areolas, making the old beggar instinctively swallow his saliva. The wife brushed her wavy hair to one side and slowly pulled the shirt down from her full breasts. Just then, she suddenly saw the old beggar standing in the doorway, staring at her breasts as if he were in a trance, and cried out, "Ah!"

The old beggar snapped out of his daze, quickly slammed the door shut, and turned to run away. He'd been so focused on what he was seeing that he'd forgotten about the cabinet behind him and bumped into it, falling to the ground. His wife, seeing this, didn't even bother to straighten her clothes before rushing over to help him to the sofa.

The old beggar covered his forehead, head bowed, avoiding his wife's gaze. His wife's pretty face was as red as an apple; she sat silently beside him. Rouxue had always been raised with strict discipline, and had never allowed any other man besides me to see her naked. But Rouxue knew the old beggar hadn't meant it, and she didn't know what to say.

Just then, the phone rang. "Hello, Miss Mu, this is Sister Zhang. Are you home?" "Oh, hello, I'm home." "Okay, I'll be there in a bit." It was the housekeeper his wife usually hired, coming to clean.

The wife quickly took out several sets of old clothes she no longer wore from the room and gave them to the old beggar before seeing him out. The old beggar, thinking Rou Xue was angry with him, quickly explained, "Sister, I... I didn't know you were changing..." "It's alright, don't worry," Rou Xue said gently.

And so, Rou Xue escorted the old beggar out of the luxurious neighborhood, leaving him alone on the street. At that moment, the old beggar was completely captivated by Rou Xue's graceful figure and angelic face, muttering, "So beautiful, this is a female bodhisattva." After seeing the old beggar off, Rou Xue felt conflicted. Thinking about how her delicate 25-year-old body had been completely exposed by a 50-year-old beggar, she felt extremely regretful, regretting her carelessness. She

arrived home late from work and found her wife already asleep in the bedroom. Bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, her angelic face, combined with her side-lying position and the low-cut t-shirt revealing a sexy cleavage, was a perfect blend of angel and sexiness. If it weren't so late, I would have enjoyed myself even though I was exhausted. Back in the living room, I saw a note on the table: "Honey, there's food in the fridge if you're hungry. Remember not to eat too much tonight." My wife is always so gentle and considerate.

My company is launching a new project and has decided to assign me to lead it—a fantastic opportunity for promotion and a raise.

Although we're not short of money, my wife comes from a very wealthy family, and as a man, I always hope to achieve something in my career to be worthy of her. So, I decided to comply with the company's arrangement.

The next morning, I told my wife about it. Although she was reluctant for me to be away from home for so long, she's always very understanding and respectful of my feelings, so she agreed. After helping me pack, my wife complained that I should have told her sooner so she could have taken time off to see me off. I comforted her, "Honey, don't worry about me. I'm not a child who doesn't know the airport. You go to work, don't be late." My wife reluctantly went to work, reminding me not to overwork myself and to make sure I got some rest. So at noon, I took the flight booked by the company to the new market.

(III)

The old beggar, who had returned to the bridge pier, couldn't fall asleep for a long time because of what he had seen the night before. Rou Xue's angelic face and sexy figure, especially the scene of his wife with her bare breasts and her hand playing with her hair, were deeply imprinted in the old beggar's mind. He fantasized about this scene and masturbated countless times before he finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep without realizing it. Perhaps on this cold night, only Rou Xue's perfect body could heal the old beggar's wounded heart.

"Beep beep" A piercing car horn woke the old beggar. He rubbed his eyes and was about to curse when he suddenly saw a girl of about twenty years old riding a bicycle slowly towards him. As the girl slowly approached, the old beggar realized that it was none other than Rou Xue, the goddess in his heart.

Rou Xue had a delicate face, her hair tied in a waist-length ponytail. She wore a cream-colored, open-front cardigan over a white tube top, perfectly accentuating the full breasts of a twenty-five-year-old woman. She wore light blue, low-waisted, cropped skinny jeans, making her already rounded, pert buttocks appear even more shapely. This casual outfit made Rou Xue seem as if she had returned to her youthful twenties.

The old beggar was about to apologize for the previous night when Rou Xue seemed not to see him, driving slowly away across the bridge pier. The old beggar was very puzzled.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office, the principal was scolding Wang Gang, "Wang Gang, Wang Gang, you're not young anymore and still no woman is willing to marry you. Aren't you afraid your aunt won't be able to close her eyes in peace?" It turned out the principal was Wang Gang's cousin. Wang Gang, a forty-year-old man, has yet to find a wife. Firstly, it's his ugly appearance; his fat head and large ears mean he's always hungry before he even arrives. Secondly, he's a lecherous man; his eyes light up and he drools at the sight of a pretty woman, frequently getting caught and arrested for womanizing.

"Cousin, I want to get married! I want to marry a woman like Teacher Mu! I won't marry anyone but Teacher Mu!" Wang Gang declared. The principal slammed his hand on the desk and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Teacher Mu has been married before! How can you marry her? Besides, her father is the dean; I can't afford to offend him!" Wang Gang retorted with a smirk, "So what if she's married? Lots of people get married and divorced these days. If you want your aunt to rest in peace, you'll have to help me!" The principal glared at Wang Gang, his eyes wide with anger.

Rou Xue actually saw the old beggar, but remembering what happened last night, she didn't know how to face him and, unsure what to do, pretended not to see him and hurried to the school. "Beep beep." "Hello, Teacher Mu, this is Principal Li. I need you to come to the principal's office now. I have something important to discuss." Rou Xue received Principal Li's call as soon as she arrived at the school.

"Principal Li, is there something you need?" "Please sit down, Teacher Mu. You look so elegant and refined today," Principal Li said. "Thank you," Rou Xue replied. "Teacher Mu, regarding the matter with Wang Gang last time, I have already dealt with it. I have removed him from his position as vice principal and deducted half a year's bonus. I wonder if you are satisfied with this handling?" The kind-hearted wife replied, "He probably knows he was wrong. Let's leave it at that."

Principal Li said, "Teacher Mu is truly magnanimous. Wang Gang's behavior was indeed despicable, but he had long admired Teacher Mu. In addition, his elderly mother was seriously ill, and he was eager to find a wife to put his mother's mind at ease, which is why he made such a mistake." Rou Xue didn't know how to respond to Principal Li's words, but a sense of guilt welled up in her heart. Principal Li continued, "To be honest, Wang Gang's mother is my aunt. Her greatest wish in life is to see her future daughter-in-law, but this unfilial son refuses to bring a girl back to put her mind at ease. If Teacher Mu could help by pretending to be my brother's wife and accompanying him to meet my aunt, she would surely be at peace."

Rouxue replied, "How can that be? I'm married!" Principal Li said, "Teacher Mu, it's just pretending. It'll put the old lady at ease, and maybe her condition will even improve if she's happy. Teacher Mu, please help her. She won't bring any other girl back except for you, this unfilial son." The kind-hearted wife remained silent for a long time before finally agreeing. "Teacher Mu, it's settled then. We'll go back the day after tomorrow, Saturday."

The wife didn't know whether she should help, and absentmindedly finished her class that day. She had originally planned to go shopping after work, but now she had no interest and quickly returned home. Perhaps exhausted, the wife fell asleep quickly, only waking up in the evening. She hurriedly grabbed her clothes to prepare for a shower.

She took her change of clothes to the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and got ready to bathe. Because it was an upscale residential area, the apartments had high ceilings, making the space more spacious and comfortable, so the bathroom window was also set high, which the wife didn't notice.

At that moment, a figure was darting about in the large tree outside the window.

In the misty rain, a hazy, alluring beauty appeared, completely naked, her skin as white as jade. Water droplets shimmered and glistened on her alabaster skin. Raindrops splashed onto her high, firm breasts, sliding down to her pink nipples. Because of her full, firm breasts, the droplets slid from her rosy nipples to the lower part of her breasts, like a large droplet hanging from a smaller one. Water droplets from her wavy hair splashed onto her round, upturned white buttocks, tracing the most beautiful arc in the world before disappearing into a dark forest. Her slender waist was as thin as a water snake, without an ounce of excess fat, and her long, delicate legs were flawless. At this moment, the bright moonlight shone on her naked, jade-like body, making her seem like a moon goddess descended to earth.

"Ah, help!" A cry for help interrupted his wife's blissful bath. Rouxue listened closely and realized it was the old beggar's voice. She quickly dried herself, put on her clothes, and went outside.

Two security guards from the complex were there, pinning the old beggar to the ground. The old beggar was no match for the young guards and was already subdued, lying obediently on the ground. He was groaning in pain.

"Miss Mu, we've discovered this beggar climbing a tree with malicious intent," a guard said. Rouxue was startled. "Then my body was completely exposed while I was bathing!"

The kind-hearted Rouxue suddenly noticed the old beggar's left leg was bleeding. Without thinking, she rushed forward and pleaded with the guards to release him; saving him was the priority.

The two security guards had no idea that the old beggar had been staring intently at every inch of their goddess's body. Because the old beggar was so excited to see his goddess standing naked less than ten meters away, he pulled out his dark, engorged penis and started masturbating while still in the tree, which is why he fell.

Otherwise, they probably wouldn't have let him off the hook.

Rouxue quickly dialed 120 and took the old beggar to her father's hospital for treatment. The next morning, the old beggar woke up, slightly opening his eyes. He saw a beautiful woman smiling at him in the warm, bright sunlight. The old beggar muttered to himself, "Have I gone to heaven? Is this an angel?" Rouxue gently said, "What are you saying?" The old beggar then realized what she meant.

The old beggar, fearing his wife would blame him for the previous night's events and leave again, hurriedly explained, "Sister, I wanted to apologize to you last night, but the security guards wouldn't let me in, so I had to crawl through a dog hole.

Once inside, I couldn't get through the door, and I didn't dare call out to you loudly, thinking I could see you through the window if I climbed a tree."

"My name is Mu Rouxue, you can call me Rouxue from now on," his wife interrupted. The kind-hearted wife felt deeply guilty because of her previous indifference, which had led to the old beggar's serious injury and subsequent lameness, and now she only wanted to make amends. Looking at the old beggar with his left leg in a thick cast, the kind-hearted wife's eyes began to redden.

Rouxue took leave from school and went home to have some nourishing food prepared. She changed her clothes, wearing a pink fitted sweater and a brown midi skirt, and a pink headband with a bow, before returning to the hospital.

Just as they reached the ward door, they found the old beggar lying on the ground. The wife quickly helped him up, asking, "Why are you lying on the ground?" The old beggar replied helplessly, "They all think I'm dirty and won't touch me." "Sister," the wife said gently, "Just call me Rouxue." "Rouxue, don't worry about me. Someone like me doesn't deserve to be cared for. It's better to die sooner." With that, the old beggar lowered his head and sobbed twice.

This deeply touched the kind wife's heart. Tears welled in her eyes as she softly said, "I'm here. I'll take good care of you." Under the warm sunlight, a woman with rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, big eyes, and a high nose bridge, wearing a pink top, exuded femininity. The old beggar ate the nourishing food Rouxue personally fed him while admiring this beautiful woman.

After the old beggar finished eating, he watched as Rouxue gradually fell asleep. Rouxue covered the old beggar with a blanket and stormed into the dean's office. "Dad, why is no one taking care of my friend in his ward?" his wife questioned. "Oh, Dad has been too busy and hasn't noticed your friend. Isn't he in the VIP ward?" she said. "The nurses in your hospital don't even want to touch him. How can they take care of him?" "Ah, how could this be? Saving lives is a doctor's duty. How can they be so prejudiced against the poor? I'll talk to them later." "My dear daughter, don't be angry with your father." Dean Mu had always cherished his daughter like a precious jewel, giving her whatever she wanted.

After cuddling with her father, Rouxue returned to the old beggar. He looked dejected. Rouxue asked, "What's wrong?" The old beggar replied, "A brother wants to visit me, but I'm too ashamed to face him! My brother has married a woman in the countryside, built a small house, but... but I'm still a beggar! Alas!" "In the countryside, having no offspring is considered unfilial. I don't even have a woman yet, how can I face my brother? Alas!" It turned out the old beggar hadn't always been a beggar. In his youth, he was a laborer, and this brother was just a childhood friend, not related by blood. Later, at forty, having never seen a woman, he impulsively peeked at the village head's fat wife bathing. He was discovered and beaten, suffering internal injuries that prevented him from doing heavy work for the rest of his life.

The old beggar truly regretted it; it wasn't worth it for such a fat woman. Compared to Rouxue, it was like a fairy compared to a sow.

A while ago, an old beggar met a fellow beggar from his hometown and boasted to him that he had found a very beautiful woman. Unexpectedly, this fellow beggar went back to his village and spread the news far and wide. So this so-called brother came to see the old beggar, but in reality, he came to see the old beggar make a fool of himself.

Kind-hearted Rouxue felt saddened upon hearing this, thinking, "Do poor people really not deserve a woman of their own?" Thinking this, Rouxue whispered, "When your brother comes, tell him I—I am your woman." The old beggar, not hearing his wife clearly, seemed somewhat pleased and said, "In our village, if a woman's body is seen by a man, then that woman is that man's woman. So, isn't that fat woman my woman?" Rouxue, her cheeks flushed, softly replied, "You've seen my body too, so aren't I your woman too?"

(IV)

"It's all my fault for creating this situation, for making the old beggar a cripple. Anyway, it's just to let the old beggar regain his self-respect in front of his fellow villagers; isn't that a kind of compensation?" Kind-hearted Rouxue comforted herself. "Sister, sister, I need to relieve myself," the old beggar called out. Rouxue was stunned for a moment before realizing that the old beggar wanted to urinate. Rouxue quickly handed the chamber pot to the old beggar and turned her back to him.

But the old beggar had never experienced urinating in bed like this before, and he couldn't urinate no matter what he tried. He said again, "Sister, I've never urinated in bed before, this... this just won't come out. Never mind, I'll go to the toilet."

Rouxue quickly went out to find a nurse or male doctor to help, but the nurses all thought the old beggar was dirty and had already kept their distance. Rouxue turned back helplessly and saw the old beggar trying to get up. His wife quickly came over to support him, but her frail arm couldn't support him. She had no choice but to place his left hand over his head and onto her left shoulder, helping him towards the toilet.

The old beggar had never imagined he could hold such a delicate and beautiful wife like this. His heart pounded, and his breathing became rapid. Through a thin sweater, the old beggar could vaguely feel his wife's soft, delicate shoulder.

Because his wife's skin was so smooth and delicate, the old beggar hadn't even noticed that her pink sweater had been pulled aside. The contrast between her delicate, eggshell-like skin and the old beggar's rough, dark hands was striking.

Rouxue helped the old beggar to the toilet. His wife forcefully turned her flushed face away, her long eyelashes fluttering.

The old beggar, embracing such a beautiful woman and inhaling her faint, feminine fragrance, was already hardened. With a slight pull, his entire penis sprang out. The dirty, ugly penis, resembling a venomous snake's head, stood erect, glaring at his beautiful wife beside him, thick fluid dripping from its tip.

Time ticked by, and the old beggar stared lewdly at his beautiful wife's smooth, jade-like shoulders and her round, firm breasts rising and falling with her breath. This caused his veiny, black penis to stand at a 120-degree angle for nearly five minutes, unable to urinate, only a trickle of fluid dripping from its tip.

Rou Xue was getting impatient, but too embarrassed to turn away, she gently asked, "Are you done?"

"Knock, knock," a knock came at the door. The old beggar reluctantly shoved his penis back into his pants and was helped back to bed by his wife.

Rou Xue opened the door to find a handsome man holding flowers standing outside. "Our Miss Mu is getting more and more charming; even the flowers in my hand pale in comparison!" "Lin Fan, it's you! When did you get back?" Rou Xue said sweetly.

This Lin Fan was my wife's father's prized student, and she and my wife were childhood sweethearts. He was also my biggest rival back then. In terms of family background, looks, and career, he surpassed me. Perhaps because we grew up together, my wife always treated him like an older brother and never had any romantic feelings for him. After being gently rejected by my wife, Lin Fan heartbrokenly flew abroad to focus on his career.

"I came back specifically for you. I want to pursue you again," Lin Fan said earnestly. Rou Xue replied in alarm, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm already married!" "Haha, I was just joking," Lin Fan laughed.

Rou Xue sweetly patted Lin Fan, "Oh, you, you tease me as soon as you get back." Rou Xue was so engrossed in her conversation that she completely ignored the old beggar.

Little did my wife know that fifty-year-old men are extremely possessive and jealous, especially someone like the old beggar who lacked social standing and was extremely insecure. The old beggar lay on the bed, gazing at the twenty-five-year-old woman before him, a woman brimming with sexual allure. Her charming face, fair skin, full breasts, long, beautiful legs, and elegant, sweet attire made his engorged penis throb unbearably. His rough hands roughly rubbed his penis under the covers. But no matter how hard he rubbed, he couldn't find satisfaction.

Suddenly, the old beggar let out a groan, interrupting Rouxue and Lin Fan's conversation. His wife rushed to his side, anxiously asking, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

After what had just happened, coupled with his wife's earlier promise, the old beggar had a sliver of audacious fantasy that his wife was truly his woman. Seeing Lin Fan still standing outside the door, and fearing his wife's anger, he muttered lewdly, "In our countryside, women are supposed to stay home, serve their men, and take care of the children. They can't just talk to other men outside."

The old beggar immediately regretted his words. He was afraid—afraid his wife would be angry and abandon him, afraid he would never see his angelic wife again.

Just as he was about to explain something, Rouxue shyly lowered her head, then turned around and walked towards Lin Fan, exchanging a few words with him. Lin Fan then left helplessly.

After seeing Lin Fan off, Rouxue returned to the old beggar's bedside and gently said, "You should rest well. I'll go back now and come see you again tomorrow morning." Although the old beggar was extremely reluctant to part with her, it was getting late and he had no good excuse to keep his wife. He had no choice but to agree to his wife's request and reluctantly watched her leave.

(V)

The next morning, the hospital corridor was bustling with activity. A man around 30 years old and about 1.65 meters tall was seen urinating in the hospital corridor, wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat that was large enough to be used as a skirt. This frightened the female nurses in the hospital, who all screamed and hid from the man.

The man, perhaps finding it amusing, grinned foolishly at the female nurse. Just then, hospital security guards arrived and were about to subdue him when a dark-skinned, muscular man in his fifties suddenly slapped the young man on the back of the head. The young man was stunned by the slap and collapsed to the ground, wailing for a moment.

The older man quickly smiled apologetically at the two security guards, saying, "Brothers, this bastard of mine isn't very bright. I've already taught him a lesson. Please don't hold it against me!" This forced smile startled the two security guards, who repeatedly said, "Keep an eye on your family. If they do this again, we won't be so polite."

The old beggar was still dreaming of Rou Xue's ample breasts and shapely buttocks when he suddenly heard someone calling his name, "Er Gouzi, Er Gouzi." The accent sounded so familiar. The old beggar opened his eyes and saw the man standing before him. "Brother Gou Sheng, it's you! When did you get here?" the old beggar said.

The older man was the fellow laborer the old beggar had mentioned, and the younger man was Gou Bao, Gou Sheng's adopted son, who had suffered a brain injury from a fever when he was adopted.

Gou Sheng looked around and said, "Old man, you're doing pretty well, managing to stay in such a high-class hospital room." The old beggar was overjoyed to hear this and loudly replied, "Of course, my woman arranged this for me." Gou Sheng, being the eldest son since childhood, had a very strong personality, and hearing the old beggar's words made him extremely uncomfortable. He immediately became jealous and said, "I heard you found a woman? Where is she? Let me tell you, my woman is untouchable; if I say one thing, she won't say another; if I go east, she won't go west."

The old beggar stammered, unable to speak, thinking, "Could Rouxue be angry with me from yesterday and never care about me again?" "What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? I knew you were just bragging, haha," Gou Sheng laughed maliciously. Just then, a loud bang came from outside the window.

Gou Sheng and Gou Bao quickly went to the window and peered out, immediately stunned by what they saw. In the gentle morning light, a beautiful woman with delicate features and waist-length hair stood out, wearing a pink, off-the-shoulder, tight-fitting dress. Her full, round breasts swayed slightly with her movements, and her long, slender, white legs, paired with pink high heels, exuded a noble and elegant aura, perfectly like a goddess capable of captivating a nation. The sound was from two private cars that had collided because the drivers, attracted by the woman's stunning beauty, hadn't paid attention to what was ahead.

At this moment, Gou Sheng was utterly shocked, thinking, "I even lost my life savings to buy this ugly woman in her thirties, who barely had any breasts or buttocks. She's not even as good as the goddess downstairs." Gou Sheng stared wide-eyed, not even blinking, as he watched the beauty walk into the building.

The old beggar, whose legs were weak and who hadn't noticed what was happening, anxiously asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The old beggar's words interrupted Gou Sheng's lewd thoughts. Gou Sheng reluctantly turned around and was surprised to find that his crotch was bulging. Gou Sheng thought, "Damn it, even this sexually challenged idiot is in heat?"

Just then, Gou Sheng suddenly smelled a soft, elegant woman's fragrance. Like a male animal smelling a female, his old penis involuntarily became erect.

"Good morning!" Rouxue greeted him with a smile as she entered. The old beggar, Gousheng, and Goubao stared at her blankly, as if they'd lost their souls. Rouxue paused for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong with you all?" Rouxue smiled gently and said, "The porridge is ready for you. Eat it while it's hot." Gousheng turned his head, mouth agape, staring at the old beggar in surprise, muttering incoherently.

"Why don't you introduce me to your brothers?" Rouxue said gently. The old beggar was also dumbfounded, unsure of what to say, stammering incoherently. Seeing that the old beggar couldn't say anything for a while, Rouxue shyly introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Zhao Ergou's girlfriend, my name is Mu Rouxue."

This was the first time in his life that Gou Sheng had been so close to such a beauty. He was completely captivated by Rou Xue's gentle charm. Beneath her arched eyebrows were a pair of large, bright eyes, long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair, delicate skin seemed as if it could be broken with a touch...

"Gou Sheng, Gou Sheng, my woman is looking right at you, why aren't you saying anything?" the old beggar said anxiously. Gou Sheng then snapped out of his reverie and replied foolishly, "Okay, okay, that's great." Seeing Gou Sheng's dazed expression, Rou Xue couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Rouxue poured out the porridge she had brought and personally fed it to the old beggar. Seeing this, Gou Sheng cursed inwardly with resentment, "That damned bastard, he must have accumulated eight lifetimes of good karma to find such a beautiful fairy!" Just then, a nurse wearing a mask walked in with a frown and loudly announced, "Zhao Ergou, Zhao Ergou, you can be discharged now. Come back in a week to have your cast removed." She then left impatiently.

The old beggar, upon hearing this, became anxious, thinking, "If I go back to the bridge pier, won't I be exposed?" Rouxue, seemingly sensing his concern, said shyly, "Then let's go home. If you two don't mind, why don't you come to my house for a simple meal?"

Gou Sheng was so excited he couldn't speak, nodding repeatedly. Rouxue hurriedly packed the old beggar's belongings. Gousheng slapped Goubao on the head and scolded, "Hurry up and help the fairy sister!" The old beggar looked at Rouxue, who now resembled a kind and beautiful wife, and thought to himself, "This dream must never end."

Rouxue helped the old beggar, while Gousheng and Goubao followed behind carrying bags. At this moment, Gousheng's eyes were only on Rouxue's full, round buttocks under her pink dress, and his heart was filled with primal lust. He wished he could pounce on her immediately, grab her round and full buttocks, and fuck her hard for days and nights.

Soon, the four of them arrived home. Gousheng and Goubao had never seen such a high-end neighborhood before. The two of them followed Rouxue closely like children, afraid of getting lost in the huge neighborhood.

After arriving home, his wife invited them to sit in the living room to rest, and then went to the kitchen to see if Sister Zhang had prepared the meal. Gousheng thought to himself, "I can't let that bastard Er Gouzi get away with this so easily. I must play a trick on him and her."

Soon, Rouxue and Sister Zhang had arranged the dinner. "Miss Mu, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now," Sister Zhang said as she finished preparing the food and left.

The wife called out, "The food is ready, please sit down." Gou Sheng and Gou Bao sat lecherously on either side of the wife, while the old beggar sat to the side. The three of them had never tasted such delicious food before, and they wolfed it down, occasionally glancing at Rouxue's ample breasts.

Suddenly, Gou Sheng put down his chopsticks and said to Rouxue with a sorrowful face, "Alas, sister, I'm 55 this year, and I only have this one son. Who knew I'd get a brain injury from a fever when he was little? Now he's over 30 and still can't distinguish between men and women." "In our area, the greatest filial impiety is having no offspring. This son can't distinguish between men and women, my family line is going to end!" As he spoke, Gou Sheng shed a few tears.

The kind wife quickly comforted him, "Brother, don't worry, modern medicine is so advanced, there must be a way to cure him." Gou Sheng then said, "Sister, I saw this bastard see you today, and his penis is really hard. It must be a miracle that he saw a fairy. I wonder if you would be willing to help us?"

The kind-hearted wife lowered her head shyly upon hearing this and softly asked, "How do you want me to help?"

Gou Sheng excitedly replied, "As long as you let this bastard see a woman's body, let him know what a woman is, his illness will definitely be cured!"

Although Rou Xue wanted to help Gou Sheng, she was strictly disciplined from a young age and held chastity in high regard. She wouldn't easily agree and repeatedly said, "No, no." The wife seemed somewhat angry and left the table to go to the room. Seeing this, Gou Sheng said to Er Gouzi beside him, "Brother Er Gou, go and persuade your woman. If she's willing to help, I guarantee you can go back to your hometown."

The old beggar, having endured years of begging and the scorn of the world, longed to return to his hometown but feared encountering the village head and his henchmen, and thus dared not go back. Hearing Gou Sheng's words, he struggled internally for a long time before finally agreeing.

He rose, leaning on his cane, and went into the room.

Suddenly, the old beggar prostrated himself before Rou Xue, tears streaming down his face, explaining everything to his wife. Kind-hearted Rou Xue, seeing the disabled old beggar, was deeply moved and said, "Alright, you can go out now, let me change my clothes." The old beggar, tears and snot streaming down

his face, quickly left the room. Rou Xue was torn, caught between her moral principles and the debt she owed the old beggar and a needy villager. Her face flushed red like an apple, tears welling in her eyes, she gently removed her pink dress. She opened the wardrobe and took out a white, sheer nightgown.

This sexy nightgown was a gift I gave my wife for her 25th birthday. She always complained it was too see-through and too revealing and never wore it, no matter how much I begged her.

At this moment, my wife was like a piece of jade created by God—an angelic face, long, wavy hair, skin as white and translucent as jade, full, firm, and perky breasts encased in a small white bra, a slender waist without an ounce of excess fat, and plump, tender buttocks beneath white panties, her long, pink legs—she was simply perfect, as if measured and created by God.

Outside the door, Gou Sheng, Gou Bao, and the old beggar were already impatient, their minds filled with fantasies about the beauty's body. Just then, Rou Xue gently and slowly emerged from the dim light of the room. Although the room was dimly lit, Rou Xue's pure white body shone with a soft, white glow.

Although Gou Sheng and the other two were constantly fantasizing about Rou Xue's perfect body, they never expected their wife to possess such extraordinary temperament and captivating charm. The three were utterly astonished that such a beauty should not exist in this world!

(VI)

The delicate goddess crossed her arms and shyly turned her face to one side. The thin white silk gauze perfectly revealed the goddess's unparalleled sexiness. At this moment, the goddess was slowly walking into the living room with light steps. The three men, like hungry wolves, already had their dark penises erect. At this moment, the room was filled with the disgusting stench of men's groins and the faint milky scent of women.

Rou Xue was in great agony at this moment, constantly asking herself what was wrong with her. Why did she have to show her fair and perfect body in front of three old men?

Gou Sheng was now filled with lust. He said to his wife with drool, "Beautiful~ beautiful woman, quickly~ quickly take off your underwear."

Normally, his wife might have turned away long ago. But perhaps it was under this primal scent, almost naked, under the gaze of three ugly old men, that his entire body went limp. This tense and exciting feeling was something his usually conservative wife had never experienced before.

Rouxue, having complied with Gou Sheng's shameless request, turned around and slowly unhooked her white bra from behind. At this moment, his wife was both ashamed and afraid, but a strange sense of anticipation drove her to gently turn her half-naked body.

Although she tried to protect her breasts with her hands, how could her fair and full breasts be concealed by her slender arms? The perfect contours of her breasts and the faintly visible pink areolas made the three lewd old men swallow hard, their hands constantly kneading their penises.

"Ah~ ah!" Gou Bao's expression was ferocious, his whole body trembling as he emitted disgusting moans. It turned out that his wife's perfect body had made Gou Bao unable to control himself any longer, and he had reached orgasm and ejaculated. Seeing this, the wife seemed to wake from a dream, and morality and ethics once again took over her mind. She quickly turned around, ran back to the room, and closed the door.

Seeing that the goddess was about to undress, and that this brat Goubao had ruined it, Gousheng repeatedly slapped Goubao and yelled, "You little bastard, you useless thing!" But Gousheng was also quite amazed; the goddess's half-naked body had already made the foolish Goubao ejaculate for nearly two minutes, his crotch overflowing, the foul-smelling semen constantly seeping out and dripping.

That night, Rouxue didn't dare look directly into the eyes of the three men and didn't say anything more. She simply arranged their rooms hastily and returned to her own. That night, apart from Goubao, who had already ejaculated early and was fast asleep, Rouxue, the old beggar, and Gousheng couldn't calm down and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Gou Sheng used the white bra he had secretly picked up from Rou Xue to tightly wrap his ugly, rough penis and rub it repeatedly. That night, Gou Sheng didn't know how many times he had used Rou Xue's white bra to release his pent-up desires, until his rough penis had worn through the bra.

The next morning, after having breakfast, Gou Sheng and Gou Bao had to return to their hometown. Although Gou Sheng was reluctant to leave, he had no excuse to stay and reluctantly departed with Gou Bao. Before leaving, Gou Sheng called out, "Er Gouzi, you must take Da Meizi back to our hometown to worship our ancestors!" It turned out that in the old beggar's hometown, a custom persisted: men with wives had to take them to the local temple to offer incense to their ancestors, hoping for wealth and prosperity. His wife, though reluctant, virtuously replied, "Okay."

Rou Xue saw Gou Sheng and his son off, then suddenly remembered her appointment with the principal on Saturday. She gently told the old beggar, "You rest well at home. I have something to do at school; I'll go there."

The 50-year-old man was extremely possessive and jealous. Coupled with the lustful gazes of Lin Fan, Gou Sheng, and others, the old beggar was already feeling uneasy. He couldn't easily let his wife go. The old beggar lay on the ground, groaning in pain. This terrified Rouxue, who quickly took the old beggar to the hospital.

"Miss, don't be alarmed. The patient is fine. It's probably just a slight inflammation from the cast on his leg, probably because he was so dirty. We've already treated it; the cast is off for now. He can take a bath and come back tomorrow for medication," the doctor said.

The kind-hearted wife breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "The old beggar is disabled because of me. If anything happens to him, I'll never have peace of mind." "Oh, and by the way, make sure the wound doesn't get wet while he's bathing," the doctor added.

The wife helped the old beggar out of the car at the entrance of the residential complex. The security guards at the gate were all filled with envy and jealousy towards the old beggar. A jarringly incongruous scene unfolded before their eyes: a graceful, elegant woman supporting a withered, filthy, limping old beggar as they walked away.

Back home, the wife started running water, got the old beggar a change of clothes, and prepared for him to bathe. After adjusting the water temperature, the wife gently called to the old beggar to take a bath. However, because of his leg injury, the old beggar couldn't lift his legs and couldn't take off his pants. He cried out, "Sister, I can't take my clothes off, what should I do?"

The kind-hearted wife didn't know what to do, thinking, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other, what should I do?"

Suddenly, the old beggar cried out in pain from inside the bathroom. The wife didn't care about anything else and quickly opened the door and came in.

She saw the old beggar sitting on the ground shirtless, his pants already pulled down to his thighs. Rouxue let out a shy "Ah!" and quickly helped the old beggar up. Rouxue's face was as red as a ripe apple, her pink lips tightly pursed, her big eyes tightly closed, and she turned her head to one side. She gently squatted in front of the old beggar, and her delicate hands slowly pulled down his pants.

The wife was unaware that a rough, old, veiny, filthy penis resembling a venomous snake's head was less than centimeters away from her, baring its fangs and eyeing her fair, beautiful face and her full, white breasts. The old beggar hadn't bathed in years, and his ugly penis emitted a foul, pungent odor.

The wife seemed to smell something and turned her head slightly; her nose just touched the glans of the old beggar's penis.

Instinctively, she slightly opened her eyes, and what she saw terrified her. A dark, veiny, rough penis throbbed against her small, delicate nose.

She screamed "Ah!" and ran outside, leaning against the doorframe, breathing deeply. Because of her naiveté and conservatism, she had never even looked directly at my penis out of shyness, let alone seen another man's penis so closely.

The old beggar could hardly believe that his ugly penis had just touched the goddess's body. He stood there dumbfounded, leaning against the wall, still replaying the scene in his mind. "Oh dear, the waterproof bandage the doctor gave us was forgotten to be wrapped around the old beggar's leg," Rouxue said anxiously. Rouxue was in a state of

panic. "Let's go in and help the old beggar bandage it, but he's already naked. If we don't bandage it, the wound might get infected if it gets wet." Thinking of the old beggar who had suffered so much, was so thin and frail, and had become disabled because of her, his wife was ultimately persuaded by her own kindness. She knocked on the door and asked, "Your waterproof bandage isn't on the wound. It'll be troublesome if it gets wet. I... I... can I come in and help you bandage it?" she said shyly.

The old beggar, not expecting his wife to come in to help, was so excited that he forgot about his injured leg and took a step to open the door. "Ouch!" he cried, falling to the ground. His wife quickly opened the door and helped the naked old beggar up to sit by the bathtub. The wife quickly asked, "Are you hurt?" The old beggar replied in pain, "It's nothing, just a twisted arm."

The kind-hearted wife, no longer caring about anything else, quickly took a bandage and gently knelt before the old beggar's crotch. Her delicate hands supported his injured, festering leg, placing it on her smooth, white thighs to wrap the bandage. In the hazy mist of the bathroom, a sexy, elegant, fair-skinned, and voluptuous woman knelt gently before an old beggar whose body was thin, covered in wounds, with rough skin, and who occasionally emitted a foul odor.

The old beggar felt as if he were in paradise; in this misty environment, a sexually alluring fairy was kneeling before him.

His rough, old penis instinctively hardened, eager to conquer the goddess before him.

The old beggar gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly, his eyes fixed on the soft, full breasts. Rouxue, blushing shyly, lowered her head, not daring to look at the old beggar's crotch. Her only thought was to quickly bandage him. After the bandage was finished, the wife helped the old beggar into the bathtub. The water soaked her clothes; her thin sweater clung to her body.

At this moment, Rouxue's perfect figure could no longer be concealed: her full, round breasts, slender waist, and round, pert buttocks, coupled with her angelic face. The old beggar had lost himself, completely immersed in this paradise.

Suddenly, the old beggar began to sob. His wife, not daring to look up, asked shyly, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" The old beggar choked back tears and replied, "In all my life, no one has ever been so kind to me. I can die in peace now."

The kind-hearted wife was immediately filled with pity and sympathy, comforting him, "It's all my fault, otherwise you wouldn't be crippled." The old beggar continued, "Sister, you've been very kind to me. I've lived my whole life, and no woman has ever looked at me properly. They either think I'm poor or ugly."

"Alas, I know, what woman would look at a beggar like me? When I was in my forties, I was beaten and suffered internal injuries for peeping at the village chief's woman.

I just accepted my fate," the old beggar said sorrowfully.

The old beggar's weeping deeply touched the wife's heart. Her kind heart was like a clear spring, unaware of the greed in human nature.

The wife thought, "This old beggar has suffered bullying and hardship his whole life, living a life worse than death. His only wish was to have a woman," and "This old beggar is crippled because of me—I owe him so much."

Thinking this, Rouxue gently stood up. The old beggar, thinking his wife was leaving, suddenly found the courage to embrace her sexy waist. The kind-hearted wife hadn't expected the timid, cowardly old beggar to act this way, and for a moment, she didn't know what to do. The old beggar's hands, rough as tree bark, tightly embraced his wife's slender waist, his rough old face pressed desperately against her soft body, frantically inhaling her feminine scent.

His wife's pink lips were tightly closed, her shy face turned to one side, her hands gently pushing the old beggar away, her upper body leaning slightly backward, making her teardrop-shaped breasts appear even more firm and full. The kind-hearted wife couldn't bear to forcefully push away this wounded, miserable, and lonely old beggar.

Seeing that his gentle wife wasn't angry, but only weakly resisting, the old beggar boldly stretched his neck, rubbing his wrinkled old face against his wife's soft breasts through her clothes, repeatedly choking out, "Please, my dear sister, don't abandon me." This made the kind-hearted Rouxue even more powerless to resist, and she could only let the old beggar desperately embrace her full body.

At this moment, the filthy, lewd, and cowardly old beggar tightly locked his wife's slender waist with his withered, thin arms. His dirty hands constantly kneaded his wife's full, round buttocks, and his rough, old face buried itself desperately in his wife's soft breasts. Under the old beggar's constant harassment, Rouxue's body gradually heated up, and a sinful desire ignited within her. Her hands, which had been resisting the old beggar, lowered slightly, and her breathing slowly began to quicken.

The old beggar secretly looked up and saw his beautiful wife. Her cheeks were flushed, and she turned her head shyly to one side. Her crystal-clear eyes were slightly half-open, her pink lips were tightly pursed, and her fair face was partially obscured by her long bangs. She was simply gorgeous.

Seeing that his wife was no longer resisting, the old beggar's rough, withered hands quietly reached into his wife's beige skirt. The old beggar desperately tried to grasp his wife's full, round buttocks in his hands, but his wife's buttocks were tender and elastic. No matter how hard the old beggar tried, his large hands, which were embedded in the flesh of her buttocks, would always be gently lifted away.

Because the old beggar was only 1.7 meters tall, even with his neck stretched out as he sat in the bathtub, he couldn't reach his wife's 1.68-meter-tall nipples. He had no choice but to suckle deeply into his foul-smelling mouth through her clothes.

Unable to control himself any longer, he shoved up his wife's beige, tight-fitting sweater, revealing her white lace bra. However, having never touched a woman before, he couldn't undo her bra for a long time. He frantically rubbed, sniffed, and pressed against her snow-white breasts, like a starving child.

His kind-hearted wife, unable to bear seeing him so anxious, gently unhooked her bra. A pair of white, jade-like breasts, heavy as teardrops, hung perfectly before his eyes. The pink areolas on her snow-white breasts were like peach blossoms, and a small, cherry-sized bud poised precariously, as if waiting to be plucked.

The old beggar, his blood boiling, gripped his wife's full breasts tightly with his withered, twig-like hands. He opened his mouth, revealing yellow teeth, and took one of her tender breasts into his mouth. His rough tongue licked her nipples repeatedly, her delicate breasts covered in his disgusting saliva.

His wife, her sensitive nipples being teased, couldn't help but reach out and hug his head tightly, hoping to alleviate the tingling sensation.

The old beggar desperately sucked his wife's breasts into his mouth, until her nipples and areolas were completely inside. But he seemed unsatisfied, his large hands pressing her forward from behind.

She could only arch her chest high, and more of her snow-white breasts were sucked in.

"Ah, kiss me! Ah, no—don't bite!" Rouxue cried out shyly, hurt by the old beggar's rough actions. Rouxue was held tightly by the old beggar, her body leaning forward, which was becoming unbearable. She had just stepped one leg into the bathtub when the old beggar pounced on her like a hungry wolf. The bathtub had already been drained. At that moment, a 25-year-old woman's soft, full, and delicate body was straddling a 50-year-old beggar, thin as a rake and with rough skin.

The old beggar's rough, ugly, veiny, snake-like penis was already swollen and unbearable, constantly dripping sticky fluid from its head, staining his wife's fair thighs. A foul, fishy stench of male genitalia permeated the entire bathroom.

The old beggar frantically tore at his wife's underwear, his dark, withered buttocks throbbing repeatedly. However, having never touched a woman before, the old beggar was inexperienced and couldn't find his wife's vulva. His rough penis poked everywhere, and the gentle wife, seeing this, quickly pushed the old beggar away and sat up.

The old beggar, consumed by lust, couldn't bear to leave his wife's soft and warm body and wanted to pounce on her again. The wife said shyly, "Put this on first," and took a condom from a nearby cabinet, handing it to the old beggar. The old beggar had no idea what it was. He took the condom and was about to ask his wife what it was when she turned away shyly.

At that moment, the old beggar seemed like a different person. His eyes gleamed, and his expression became ferocious, like a wild beast. The old beggar pounced on his delicate wife, impatiently lifting her short skirt and grabbing her smooth, full buttocks from behind. His engorged, rough penis thrust into her vagina.

Finally, the old beggar's primal mating instincts satisfied him; his ugly, rough glans squeezed into his wife's tight, warm vagina. The old beggar squinted, raised his head high, trembled all over, and took a deep breath, thinking, "My God, this... this is a woman's vagina? It's sucking me so well, it feels fucking amazing!" His wife,

kneeling at his crotch, shyly raised her fair, plump buttocks, letting out a soft "Ah!" Her two pink labia majora, like a small mouth, tightly sucked on the old beggar's glans. Her tight, warm vaginal opening gently enveloped the dark glans, contracting continuously, as if massaging it.

Suddenly, the gentle wife realized that the old beggar wasn't wearing a condom; he had inserted his penis naked. The always chaste wife quickly twisted her full, beautiful buttocks and used one hand to push the old beggar, preventing his penis from going any further. Panting, she cried, "No, ah, no, you can't put it in like this!"

Her twisting motion further stimulated the old beggar's glans. The tender flesh of her vaginal opening scraped and sucked at the coronal sulcus of his glans. The old beggar, like a male animal, only wanted to conquer this young, beautiful, and sexually alluring woman. His rough, withered hands gripped his wife's buttocks like claws.

Gritting his teeth, the old beggar pushed his rough penis deeper into his wife's tight vagina. A dark, ugly old penis slowly disappeared into his wife's smooth, white buttocks.

After all, his wife, always chaste, had never been directly penetrated by a man's penis before; she always used a condom, even the first time. Therefore, her vagina was still as tight as a virgin's. This made it extremely difficult for the inexperienced old beggar to finally insert it to the root.

The old beggar's penis, though small, was very rough, and his wife's vagina was particularly tight. The rough penis scraped against his wife's vaginal walls, causing her considerable pain. She gently covered her mouth with her hand, moaning softly. This

was the first time Rouxue had allowed a man to enter her body directly. Although the old beggar's actions caused her some pain, the hot penis also gave her a subtle sense of fulfillment. The gentle wife pushed against the old beggar, whispering, "Slow down, slow down, it hurts, please don't—don't go in any further."

The old beggar was, after all, a virgin, and besides, it was such a perfect goddess. Her tight, tender vagina gripped the old beggar's penis, her full, firm breasts swaying violently with his thrusts.

Soon, after a few thrusts, the old beggar was getting faster and faster, almost ejaculating.

The gentle wife seemed to sense his impending ejaculation and quickly cried out, "Today is my ovulation period! You absolutely can't ejaculate inside!" But the illiterate old beggar had no idea about ovulation. At that moment, he was like a ferocious hunting dog, growling, "You're my woman, you have to let me ejaculate inside you, my woman has to let me ejaculate inside her!"

Rouxue was stunned by the old beggar's growl, like a conquered female, she could only obediently kneel before him, waiting for his climax. The old beggar, who had never touched a woman before, only knew that a man should ejaculate inside a woman to completely possess her. The sounds of flesh colliding echoed throughout the bathroom, "slap~ slap~ slap."

The old beggar tightly embraced his wife's full, tender buttocks, inhaling her faint feminine scent, his glans constantly feeling the warm suction of her vagina. Finally, the old beggar, unable to hold back any longer, his expression contorted with rage, roared wildly, and erupted…

The filthy sperm, like a torrent, violently shot into the goddess's pure and sacred place. The 25-year-old wife's pure sanctuary, never before defiled by a man's semen, not even by her own husband, was now being mercilessly defiled by a 50-year-old beggar. Rouxue felt wave after wave of scalding liquid continuously spraying and possessing her sacred place—her womb. Two lines of tears streamed down her blushing face.
[The End]

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