Me and my crazy, weird girlfriend

The characters and locations in this work are purely fictional; please do not take them personally. Thank you.

Chapter 1

My first meeting with my girlfriend, Xiaojue, was quite peculiar.

I had just moved to the top floor of an old apartment building in the city center, and the rent was only 300 RMB a month. You can imagine how dilapidated it was. When I entered the room, I saw a hole in the cement wall and realized that 300 RMB was expensive.

But there was nothing I could do. For someone like me with a low level of education who could only get a job as a dispatcher on a construction site through connections, finding a place so close to my workplace and so cheap was practically a dream come true.

However, I think the landlord was lucky that someone would lend him such a run-down place.

"It's not that I don't want to fix it, but this building is probably going to be demolished next year," the landlord said. I thanked him because he had this idea, which made things possible for me. As for where I would live next year, it was only July now, so I'd just stay for now.

But what I didn't expect was that I would meet Xiaojue here.

The night I moved in, there wasn't much furniture—just a mattress and bedding, a few kettles, and a beat-up laptop I didn't even know how to use for internet access. That was it. After playing some Warcraft 3, I felt a bit hungry. Looking at the empty gas stove, I decided to go downstairs to buy some instant noodles and make myself a quick meal.

But as soon as I stepped outside, I froze.

The apartment building was actually quite small; there were only two units on the top floor. I moved in in the afternoon, and my neighbor's door was closed, probably still at work. Since I didn't have any large items, the move was very quiet. Because of this, my neighbor must have assumed the apartment across the hall hadn't been vacated yet…

So she not only left her door open, but also her security door. Most importantly, she was lying naked on a recliner facing me, with a dark, unsightly dildo inserted into her anus.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

I don't know what I was thinking, but three words kept echoing in my mind: "What a waste!"

Yes, what a waste! In my early twenties, despite being fairly handsome, I was penniless and had a mediocre job. What beautiful woman would even look at me? Aside from using my right hand for a quick release at night, I basically spent my days fantasizing about what it would be like to be rich.

Who would have thought that a woman would hide at home alone, using a fake to comfort herself?!

At that time, I didn't even see what she looked like; my mind was completely occupied by the clitoris crammed full between her snow-white thighs. Her vagina, twisted and contorted above it, seemed to be mocking me: "Look, such a precious thing, you never imagined it would be sitting idle, did you?"

I don't know where I got the courage, but without a word, I went straight in. She probably didn't have time to react, her mind completely blank as she watched me release her grip on the dildo, throw it aside, quickly pull out my already rock-hard penis, and then, gripping her already protruding ankles, thrust forward and into that vagina that seemed to be mocking me.

"So good." I was almost in tears. My long-cherished wish of over twenty years had finally come true. Was it a cruel joke of fate?

But that thought only flashed through my mind, because all my attention was focused on what was below. She must have had several orgasms while masturbating, because her vagina was overflowing with fluids. And her untouched vagina was obviously very elastic, like a warm mouth, completely enveloping my penis!

"Fuck you!" Although I had no experience with women, I wasn't a virgin. The semen I'd given my right hand could be measured in kilograms. This was the moment to truly test me and unleash my potential!

How could a real man not act like a man at a time like this?

So I groaned, and my well-developed eight-pack abs, honed through years of training, worked together. One thrust reached the finish line, one inhale and the glans scraped back into the opening with a "smack," then another thrust. A series of explosive "plop plop" sounds followed, and I had breached the finish line!

"Wow, women really are bottomless pits!" I exclaimed, my body still pounding, thrusting twice a second, the "splashing" sounds continuous.

Just then, the woman seemed to come to her senses, a fear born of self-preservation flashing in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to scream.

Okay, at this crucial moment, even if it means going to jail, I'll get my pleasure first. That's what I was thinking.

So without hesitation, I leaned over and silenced her with my mouth. At first, she tried to struggle, but my mouth moved back and forth, blocking her cries, while my thrusts became faster and more intense.

In that moment, I unleashed my usual half-hour masturbation ability!

Think about it: according to some ridiculous scientific survey, a normal man who can have intercourse for half an hour usually ejaculates in less than three minutes of masturbation.

And me? I could masturbate for half an hour, maintaining the same intensity!

So when I unleashed my full power, I thought no woman could resist, especially one who had already prepared foreplay and was enjoying a minor orgasm.

Soon, her struggles weakened. The most obvious symptom was that her mouth, which had been constantly trying to move and shout, completely stopped. Her fragrant tongue slowly emerged from her slightly parted mouth, like a whale rising from her lips.

At this point, I felt relieved. Not only did her breathing become heavy, but the fear and terror in her eyes also disappeared, replaced by a strange mist.

A few minutes later, even that mist disappeared, because she started rolling her eyes back…

At that time, I didn't really understand; I thought I was really facing a potentially fatal situation during intercourse, so I quickly stopped.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly let out a moan, and then spoke for the first time: "Don't stop!"

"Oh~" What else could I say?

Forty-five minutes later, her semen had completely soaked our genitals, and her whole body was flushed; she looked like she was on the verge of death.

I was getting a little tired of the usual positions and wanted to try something different, partly to entertain myself and partly to get me to ejaculate sooner.

After all, I was worried my little cannon would break if I didn't ejaculate for almost an hour.

But as soon as I turned her over, she suddenly mocked me in a weak voice, "Can't... anymore? I thought... I thought you were... Superman..."

Good heavens, she actually thought I wanted to rest while changing positions?

"I want to ejaculate sooner!" I roared inwardly, too lazy to explain. Just then, I saw that dark, blurry dildo lying not far away. I saw a black rubber band around the back of it, so I knew it could be worn.

Maybe this woman was a lesbian? But at that moment, I didn't care, because an evil thought had already formed.

I bent down and picked it up. Hoho, it was about the same length and thickness as mine.

"What do you want to do?" This damn woman seemed completely unafraid and even asked me curiously, although her tone still sounded like she was about to die.

"Hmph." I didn't bother explaining to her misunderstanding and underestimation of me; she'd figure it out soon enough.

I thrust suddenly, the intense stimulation of two strokes per second causing her saliva to drip uncontrollably to the ground, leaving a long, silvery trail.

I watched smugly as she rolled her eyes again, thinking, "Go ahead and ask me again, huh? You've probably forgotten your mother's last name, haven't you?"

But I clearly hadn't forgotten what I was supposed to do. I slipped the dildo over her head and down to her abdomen, paused slightly, letting the fake end rest above my penis, then aimed it at her already clenched anus and thrust hard, both things plunging in completely.

During that brief pause, her buttocks were uncontrollably twitching slightly beneath me; clearly, the afterglow of her orgasm was still lingering, making her feel like she was floating on clouds. But her reaction when I thrust both things deep inside her is something I'll never forget.

She arched her body suddenly, like a shrimp. After a moment, as I forcefully pulled back and thrust deep into her again, she suddenly turned to look at me, her eyes filled with disbelief. I could almost see a gleam emanating from her pupils.

"Ughhhhhh!" Her red lips parted abruptly, uttering her first moan.

That's right, for the previous hour, even when she was almost completely unconscious, she hadn't moaned. Of course, I later learned that she came from a very strict family and had always believed that girls who moaned during sex were bad. This was the first time in her life that she had completely broken free from those constraints and shouted out loud.

I was incredibly proud of her, truly.

But at the time, I had no idea. I thought women only moaned after an hour.

So I stared dumbfounded as she moaned loudly, only maintaining my double penetration twice per second out of instinct.

At first, she was making meaningless whimpering sounds like "Waaah... tear tear tear." Five minutes later, she suddenly turned her head and glared at me, her eyelids twitching rapidly, her pupils half-rolled back as she screamed, "I'm going to die... I'm going to die... harder... harder... Oh... Waaah... Brother... Grandpa..."

After screaming "Brother Grandpa is going to die" for twenty minutes, her head suddenly slammed against the back of the recliner like a broken kite. Besides the panting sounds of "heave-ho," only the constant shaking and contraction of her chest proved she hadn't yet fainted.

Her chest... I suddenly remembered, I don't think I'd ever touched her breasts.

But when I moved my hands from her hips to her back and suddenly grabbed her two 36D, snow-white, pink breasts, her body suddenly tensed, and the walls of her vagina gripped my penis and the dildo as if encountering the greatest stimulation.

I suddenly felt a suction from ahead, a tingling, electric-like sensation surging through my glans.

She looked down, seemingly in disbelief, at my hands gripping her breasts, then her eyes rolled back, and she screamed in a hoarse, desperate cry, "Right here!"

Coincidentally, I ejaculated at that very moment.

I don't know how to describe the scene. When the first, most explosive ejaculation entered her body, her whole body twitched. Then she grabbed my hand—of course, my hand was still gripping her breast—and only made "uh-uh" sounds. Every time I fired, she would "uh," like an enemy pierced by bullets on the battlefield.

However, being my first time with a woman, I had a lot of "bullets.

" So after she "uhed" nineteen times, she finally collapsed completely.

She truly collapsed, as if she were truly dead.

Because not only had her consciousness completely dissipated, but her body was also out of her control.

Her body, already completely red, convulsed in her unconsciousness. Her legs, dangling diagonally on the recliner, would straighten and relax intermittently as if in spasms, while her vagina and anus, wide open between her legs, opened and closed like weeping lips.

Most bizarrely, every ten seconds or so, her lower abdomen would contract, and a gush of white fluid would flow from her vagina, containing, of course, my nineteen streams of hot semen. So, in no time, because of the recliner's indentation, her vagina, as she lay prone, was already half-submerged in vaginal fluid and semen.

I didn't last long either, because this was my first time actually doing it. Although I used my best techniques, an hour or so was still not the same intensity as my usual half hour.

So, I quickly felt drowsy. Thinking that I was already exhausted, I climbed onto her bed and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning. She was sitting upright in front of me, looking at me. I felt a little guilty and asked dryly, "When are you going to call the police?"

She suddenly laughed, and I then realized that she was very beautiful. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her nose was sharply defined, and her red lips were like flames. Only her slightly high cheekbones gave her a kind of untamed air.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Jue. I'm twenty-three years old. I'm the technical director of xx game company," she said with a smile.

"I, my name is Xiao Cheng," I stammered, a little out of sync with her train of thought. "I'm a dispatcher, not a bus dispatcher, I'm... you know, that kind of..."

Before I could explain, she said very directly, "Be my boyfriend."

Anyway, her aura completely overwhelmed me at that moment, and it seemed like I wasn't at a disadvantage, so I answered very quickly, "Okay."

Chapter Two

And so, Wang Jue and I became boyfriend and girlfriend.

After dating for a while, I knew quite a bit about her.

She came from a scholarly family, was intelligent and quick-witted from a young age, and had a strict upbringing. Unfortunately, when she was fifteen, her parents died in a car accident.

From then on, she endured the hardships and scorn of life. All her parents left her was a two-bedroom apartment and her genetically beautiful and intelligent features.

Of course, there was also her upbringing.

"At the company, hardly anyone dares to look me in the eye," Wang Jue proudly told me.

Indeed, someone as beautiful as her, and proficient in programming—practically a pillar of the game company's engine development—was practically a prodigy in the IT world.

Moreover, her icy demeanor and elegant bearing in front of outsiders caused many IT elites to run into obstacles.

"So why do you like me?" After dating for a while, I couldn't help but ask her, "It's not just because…because of my skills, right?"

She chuckled, "Of course not entirely, but you're really good."

I was very proud; what could be more pride-inducing than your girlfriend admitting you're amazing? However, she later told me the real reason she suddenly asked me to be her boyfriend.

“You look a lot like my dad,” she said earnestly. “So I’m giving you a chance.”

I don’t know how long she stared at me the next morning after that passionate night we first met before deciding not to call the police.

But I already knew then that her parents had only ever been in one relationship in their entire lives, until the car accident.

Sometimes, how long can a father complex or the hope of experiencing true love once in a lifetime survive in a girl—I don't know, but Xiaojue at least gave me a chance.

And she gave herself a chance too.

"Aren't you afraid I'm the kind of bad guy who eats and leaves? Or the kind of sleazy man?" I once asked her.

She proudly raised her head: "I'm not afraid, I'll make you wish you were dead."

I believed her because she was indeed the typical strong woman in the eyes of outsiders. Although I didn't know exactly what she would do, I thought that even if she were an idiot, the consequences of angering a beautiful woman would be unimaginable.

She was a strong woman in front of her colleagues, an independent and proud role model in front of her relatives, and an iceberg in front of men. But strangely, in front of me, she was completely a wild girl, a bit promiscuous and fond of dirty things.

For example, as soon as she got home—I moved out of that shabby 300-yuan apartment the day after we officially started dating and started sharing a place with her, hehe, I could enjoy 4M broadband and a beautiful body—she would immediately strip naked, without even taking a shower, and sit cross-legged on that recliner, either working on that professional Apple computer or staring lustfully at my lower body.

Of course, since moving into her place, I've basically never worn clothes except when I'm going to work or picking her up from work.

"I like looking at your naked body," Xiao Jue would often say, tracing my spine with her finger, making me distracted while playing Warcraft.

"Were you always like this?" Sometimes I would still ask, because if my girlfriend was always this promiscuous, I couldn't help but feel the risk of being cheated on in the future.

"Of course not." Her face darkened slightly. "When I lived with my parents at home, I never wore skirts shorter than knee-length. My favorite clothes were white shirts and blue jeans. Except when showering, I even wore a onesie to bed."

"But then some things happened." Xiao Jue's eyes held a hint of sadness.

Although I worked as a dispatcher on a construction site, surrounded by burly farmers every day, I still had a college diploma. So, for a girl, suddenly losing both parents and having so many things in her life turned upside down, with relationships becoming distant and family ties as fragile as paper, I could understand to some extent the feeling of wondering if she had been completely wrong.

At the time, I thought it was just her parents' situation that triggered her upheaval at home.

But thankfully, she swore that she would only be this open with me; others, well, forget about it. The

fact that I received such favor from her was actually due to my own efforts.

Of course, this includes at least one sexual encounter a day, lasting about two hours each time. Besides that, I also drive her to and from work every day, taking her away amidst the astonished looks of her colleagues—that feeling was indescribably amazing.

I can also cook and play the flute, and given that I've had unfulfilled desires for over twenty years, I absolutely adore and cherish Xiaojue.

Where can you find such a beautiful woman who's fallen from the sky and is so devoted to you? If you don't cherish her, the heavens might send lightning to strike your butt.

However, this so-called meticulous care mainly refers to my expressions of affection. As for concrete actions, sometimes I prefer to be a little rough.

For example, when I'm playing Dota or CS and getting frustrated by bad teammates or headshots, I used to masturbate to release the tension. But now, I'll call out, "Xiao Jue, come here and give me a few sucks."

She'll immediately drop what she's doing, and as if she's been waiting for ages, she'll quickly crawl under my desk and lovingly lick my penis back and forth with her mouth full of saliva.

Meanwhile, I'll grab her breasts and knead them hard to release the pain of my failed attempt. Speaking of her breasts, they're actually quite unique.

Not that they're strangely shaped; they're not only normal, but so normal they could be in an underwear ad. A 36D size, they're incredibly satisfying to grab with both hands. And her breasts are snow-white and delicate; the red marks I leave can stay on all night, providing a visually sadistic pleasure during subsequent encounters.

The unique thing about her breasts is that two of her sensitive spots are right on her nipples.

Many women have sensitive spots on their nipples, you could say the vast majority, but I dare say Xiaojue's level of sensitivity is unprecedented and unparalleled.

Basically, the moment my hand touches her breasts or her nipples, her eyes immediately fill with tears. I can even bring her to orgasm just by kneading her breasts.

"Does this happen to you whenever I touch your breasts?" I was quite puzzled at first, because if that's the case, how would she dress? And if she were on a crowded bus, wouldn't she be unable to walk due to her orgasm?

"Of course not!" she said, both embarrassed and angry. "I don't feel anything when I touch myself, and no one else has ever given me such a strong feeling when you touch me."

Okay, I automatically ignored the fact that other people touched her and could only agree with her that only a true love could awaken the sensitive nipples of a girl in such a state...

So basically, whenever I asked her to give me oral sex, and she swallowed my 18-centimeter-long penis all the way down to the back of her throat, I would grab her breasts tightly and knead them vigorously with both hands.

When she reached orgasm from the stimulation of her breasts, causing her mouth to gradually weaken, I would grab the back of her head with both hands and thrust my entire mouth into her like a vagina. Then, as she gradually recovered from her orgasm and began to actively use her tongue to wrap around my penis and push it deep into her throat, I would release her head and continue to carefully rub her breasts.

This went on until she had orgasmed more than ten times and I ejaculated into her stomach.

The balance and care in this mutual pleasure could definitely be glimpsed in the frenzy and brutality.

Of course, many times, this alone was not enough for either of us, so we would often do something more, letting her faint after more than an hour, screaming "Ugh... Ugh..." after being hit by more than a dozen bullets.

But what surprised me the most was that she often didn't shower afterward. Almost every night, she would lie comfortably next to me with her vagina still dripping with semen and white fluid, her legs spread apart, as if she were all alone on a mountaintop, completely free.

"I like sleeping with your fluids on me," she would smile sweetly, and then fall asleep.

What can I say? Of course, I felt a little strange, yet also very warm. I think maybe I'm weird... but it's okay, she washes the sheets herself—

every single day…

Many times, I felt that we would live like this forever, until we got married.

But life is never that absurd.

Chapter 3

My job is actually very simple. Most of the time, I just direct some farmers from one construction site to another, relying on the labor force I have to work odd jobs, doing low-paying, physically demanding work that regular companies won't take.

The boss takes the lion's share; I get a little more in bonuses than the farmers, and sometimes I even have to wear a hard hat and go up to hand them a brick or something to help.

However, I'm grateful to my boss because the job market isn't great these days. For someone with my qualifications, earning around 3k a month is already quite satisfactory.

But Xiaojue is different; she's a true elite.

A graduate of a prestigious university's computer science department, she graduated as the only female student in history to achieve this, joined the largest SD game development company in China, and dominated the male-dominated technical department, firmly holding the director's position. Not a single technician dared to suspect she got her position through underhanded means.

You can imagine how strong her computer skills are—far beyond what those of us who can only play Warcraft and CS can compare to.

However, after dating her for three months, I realized that sometimes, technical skills aren't the only passport to advancement in this society.

"My director position was indeed obtained through selling my body," Xiaojue confessed to me without hesitation, a rare look of hesitation in her eyes.

I knew she was afraid of losing me.

This is a hurdle, a point where countless devoted lovers have failed in their relationships, not to mention the countless men clinging to their obsession with virginity.

I don't care.

It's not that I don't care about the guy who coerced Xiaojue into selling her body for the director's position; if he were in front of me, I'd blast him to pieces.

But compared to that, what I care about is Xiaojue's honesty with me at this moment.

To be able to confess her most shameful secret, she must trust me so much and yearn for my forgiveness.

So I didn't say anything then, just held her tightly. I don't know her expression then, because she suddenly lowered her head, two tear tracks appearing on her breasts.

Then, she broke free from my embrace, slowly bent down, and swallowed my penis with an almost reverent attitude.

This was the first time I saw her completely devoid of wildness and pride, so sacred and joyful.

It was also the first time I simply stood upright, fully enjoying the pleasure she brought me.

Because I knew this was her unique way of expressing regret and gratitude. When she sensed I was about to ejaculate, she spat my penis out of her throat and aimed it at her face.

"Shoot," she said devoutly, "I'll keep it until tomorrow morning."

So I watched as my semen drew a dozen or so lines on her face, some even blurring her vision, but she didn't wipe it away. I understood; she felt only my semen could wash away the gloom that clouded her face.

That night, we lay side-by-side in bed, and she recounted the story. Listening, I realized I shouldn't have ejaculated on Xiao Jue's face.

Because she was just a victim, I should have ejaculated on the company president's face; only then could I vent my contempt for him.

This story is like a third-rate Taiwanese soap opera.

The protagonist, Xiao Jue, has attracted everyone's attention ever since she joined SD Network Multimedia Co., Ltd.

Xiao Jue's skills were simply too outstanding, making her the ace of SD Company's self-developed domestic online games. Several game engines she designed even attracted the attention of international giants, including Blizzard Entertainment, the company behind the World of Warcraft game I play, who contacted her about poaching her.

Moreover, Xiao Jue was usually very elegant, maintaining an aloof image within the company, making her unapproachable to ordinary people. So, it didn't take long for everyone in the company to give up on her.

However, one person never gave up: Zhu Jun, the president of SD Company. In Xiao Jue's words, that man looked like a pig, and she had bluntly rejected his advances three or four times.

But this pig successfully used a company celebration dinner to drug Xiao Jue. If he had directly raped her, given Xiao Jue's strong personality, she would have definitely fought back fiercely. But this guy had figured out Xiao Jue's tactics perfectly. He didn't go straight for her; instead, he hired several male dancers, booked a private room, and gang-raped Xiao Jue.

Even Xiao Jue's virginity, which she still possesses, was meaninglessly lost to those male dancers.

It's said that Zhu Jun even said with great regret, "If I had known that slut was still a virgin, I definitely would have gone first."

After Xiao Jue woke up and left, she never knew what had happened, because the strange men around her all claimed that she had brought them to the hotel, and even identified themselves as male dancers.

A woman accusing several male dancers of gang rape in a hotel room? It's a joke, no matter how you look at it.

As for how Xiao Jue got through that period, I have no way of knowing, but her subsequent frenzied behavior at home could certainly be considered a consequence.

However, the matter didn't end there. Not long after, the company held an employee meeting to promote and demote employees based on their contributions, specifically according to what some foreigner described as annually evaluating the worst and best performers—I won't go into details here.

Based on Xiao Jue's performance, she could have easily been promoted to the position of Technical Department Director. However, strangely, under Zhu Jun's chairmanship, the meeting didn't discuss promotions in detail, but instead vaguely scheduled the announcement for the next day's morning meeting.

That same day, Xiao Jue was summoned to the president's office. Facing her was an envelope containing numerous photos—scenes of her being gang-raped by male dancers at the hotel that day.

"I'm in a dilemma," the jerk said hypocritically. "My friend accidentally saw those guys bragging about it. Thankfully, they didn't spread it around."

Xiao Jue understood immediately, but being clever, she knew that since the damage was done, it couldn't be undone. So she simply asked coldly, "What do you want?"

The jerk visibly hesitated, then smiled and pulled out a hotel key, saying, "You're really smart. Here, if you go, the director position is yours, with xx shares annually, various benefits, etc."

Xiao Jue gritted her teeth and took it.

I asked her why she took it? She just smiled at me: "Silly boy, don't think I'm really that kind of woman who's after money. I'm just doing this to get revenge on this guy, for my precious first time."

Yes, Xiao Jue was that kind of girl. She was decisive and strong. Even that pig thought she had resigned herself to her fate. No one knew the methods a genius beauty

would use for revenge. Of course, it wasn't some petty trick like cutting off his penis when he wasn't looking. A genius's revenge is meant to bankrupt you, to make you sell your kidneys, your blood, your asshole, and only then force you to end your life.

So, Xiao Jue treated that time in the hotel as if she had been fucked by a dog. But as that pig twitched and admired her, and fucked her with his 10-centimeter toothpick, Xiao Jue secretly vowed, "I'll make you regret it to the point of your guts."

A girl's hymen, protected for over twenty years, may not be a treasure that grants longevity, but it holds the same significance for every girl. A guy who easily takes away another's virginity will never understand how important he is to her.

Perhaps it was an unforgettable first love, or perhaps it was a mortal enemy hated to the core and never to be forgotten.

That pig, no matter how you look at it, falls into the second category.

Later, Xiao Jue indeed obtained her director position. However, I felt that her previous claim that she obtained it by selling her body was incorrect. Because in this matter, aside from the fact that she passively accepted it out of revenge, which made me uncomfortable, nothing else was her fault.

"Hehe, you're such a good husband," Xiao Jue laughed happily, gently pulling back my foreskin with her slender fingers. "Then, fuck me hard once, as punishment."

"Punish you for what?" I asked deliberately, glancing sideways.

She smiled again, the semen that hadn't dried yet flowing into her mouth. She delicately licked the remaining semen from the corner of her lips with her tongue, then sat up halfway on the bed, facing me with her buttocks. She handed me a cloth whip made from a mop strip, and said in a sweet voice, "Punish me for betraying my lover's cherished little hole for greedy revenge~"

Good girl, she knows I must have some grudges. Only by half-heartedly beating you can I truly vent my anger. What an understanding girl~

"Ha! It really is a serious crime!" I leaned against the headboard, using this to vent my frustration, and shouted loudly, "What else are you hiding? Tell me the truth!"

"No, really nothing~" Xiao Jue turned around and pretended to be mournful.

"Hey! Still trying to argue!" I lashed the cloth whip across her smooth back with a "crack," leaving several red welts. She gasped and turned to look at me with a pitiful expression, biting her lip. Haha

, I've tried this myself. Aside from the initial burning sensation, as long as you don't hit the same spot repeatedly, it's usually fine by the next morning. The little girl's still pretending?!

I continued whipping her, and soon her back was covered in red welts. I couldn't whip her anymore; any more and she'd bleed! So I grabbed her right hand, forced her to kneel facing me, and then aimed for her left breast, delivering a hard lash.

"Ahhh!" she screamed in agony, clearly in real pain. I wanted to comfort her, but seeing the tears in her eyes, I knew she was going to experience pleasure after the pain.

What slutty tits!

So I lashed out at her breasts, whipping them hard. She dodged and weaved, gradually rising to her feet. I grew increasingly excited and stood up too. I chased her from the bed to the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, and finally back to the bathroom. By then, her upper body was covered in red welts, her eyes a mixture of pain and pleasure, and glistening drops were seeping from her vagina.

I shoved her over the toilet, grabbed her right leg, and lifted it up. Her ligaments were excellent, allowing me to place her foot near her head, leaving her on one leg facing me. Then I picked up the cloth whip and lashed it across her vaginal opening, striking her clitoris squarely.

At that moment, her mouth was wide open, but she couldn't make a sound. I'm a man, and I can't understand what happens to an erect, engorged clitoris after being whipped—

but it was clearly a feeling only a woman could understand.

I saw tears streaming down her face; her whole body was trembling, but her eyes clearly showed anticipation for the second strike. So I said nothing and continued the second whipping.

"Ah!!" This time she screamed, her whole body twisting and turning, only able to stay upright by me holding her right leg against the wall.

I saw that her left leg, which was standing on the ground, was about to bend and give way, so I simply threw away the whip with my right hand, grabbed her left leg, and lifted her up against the wall.

"Wait a minute~" she gasped, pleading, "Please, let's do a double penetration~"

"No way." I shook my head, refusing. "This time I'm punishing you, you can't make requests. And this time I'm absolutely going to use my own thing to punish every single hole in your body."

She suddenly chuckled, seemingly wanting to tease me. I couldn't let her get the upper hand, so I straightened up, my penis aimed precisely at her anus. With the slight lubrication from the pre-existing vaginal fluid, I practically forced my way in.

Her laughter abruptly stopped, her hands scratching incessantly on my back for a full minute before she finally let out a long sigh of relief. At that moment, her anus was completely straightened by my penetration.

But I figured I couldn't leave my back exposed on the construction site. What to do? Tomorrow it'll be 30 degrees Celsius.

"You actually scratched me~" I pretended to threaten her while continuing my vigorous thrusting. She didn't hear a word I said, completely lost in the state of pain followed by pleasure.

So for the next two hours, I fucked her anus, vagina, breasts, mouth, and strangely enough, her feet.

"Does a foot count as a hole?" When she woke up from her unconsciousness, sprawled on the toilet covered in semen, her first question was this.

I lay sprawled on the bathroom floor tiles and explained in the simplest terms: "Just like your breasts, two feet together make a hole."

She chuckled, then slid off the toilet, a lump of flesh, wet with my fluids, sliding down to my penis. She looked at me with hazy eyes and said, "That idiot gave me the key again today. What should I do?" I gathered my thoughts

, knowing that the idiot wouldn't give up the meat he'd already got, so I countered, " What do you think?"

"I don't want to go." She shook her head firmly: "I'm yours now. From now on, only you can see this body, only you can fuck it."

I don't know if this counts as a wedding vow, but I don't think wedding vows are this grand, because although what she said was rubbish, it was exactly what I wanted to hear, the most touching thing.

Since Xiaojue thinks so highly of me, I should do something for her instead of simply saying, "Don't go."

So I asked her, "What's your revenge plan?"

While playing with my shrunken penis and testicles, she explained in detail, "I've left backdoors in all their company's games. The game I'm developing now has extremely promising market prospects. Six months after its release, I'll make him think it can bring him unprecedented profits, and when he takes out a loan for marketing, I'll cause all the account content in the game to disappear, the database to completely malfunction, leaving him bankrupt with no way to recover."

"Then I'll tell him that I did it all, and he'll die in regret," Xiaojue said softly, narrowing her eyes.

Her eyes frightened me, but I admired her courage and intelligence. Many men couldn't do what she, a mere woman, could do, completely take revenge on a high-ranking social elite with her intelligence alone.

"She's my woman," I thought to myself, feeling very proud.

As for her saying that the pig should die, I think it should be that the pig commits suicide. However, I didn't correct her. I simply asked, "So, you can't stall for time now?"

"Yes," she looked at me hopefully, "at least another eight months."

I nodded. Eight months. If I didn't come up with a solution, was I supposed to share my girlfriend's perfect body with that pig for those eight months?

I knew my own girlfriend; getting her to give up the bargaining chips she'd laid out for revenge was completely impossible.

So I had to find a perfect solution that would both allow Xiao Jue to get through those eight months and ensure that pig would never dare to violate her again.

Chapter Four

Xiao Jue took a shower the next morning and went straight to work.

On a side note, she actually only showered and put on makeup in the morning before work. Although I thought she smelled wonderful when we were having sex—a uniquely feminine scent with a distinctive pungent odor—to be honest, when she was covered in semen and vaginal fluid after I had sex with her anus, mouth, vagina, and breasts, and she lay next to me, I honestly couldn't accept the smell at first.

But, you know, she was so unique, and she was my first girlfriend, so I could tolerate it. Besides, I gradually got used to that strange mixture of body odor and pungent odor.

Not long after she left, I immediately jumped out of bed, quickly showered and tidied myself up, then called Tie Tou and the others.

Tie Tou and the others were some of the leaders of the farmers I worked for on the construction site. I had forty migrant workers under my command, and Tie Tou, Er Zhu, and a few others were among the smarter and more authoritative.

I have a bit of a backdoor relationship with the boss's relative. Of the seven or eight small teams under the boss, the forty people I lead have never been late with their salaries, which makes Tie Tou and the others trust me a lot.

As long as it's not too illegal, they'll go to great lengths to help me. So, I need their help this time.

Before leaving, Xiao Jue gave me the hotel room number. Actually, that pig originally planned to sleep with her yesterday, but Xiao Jue said she wasn't feeling well and changed it to today.

But the excuse Xiao Jue used to stall for time can be used against me today.

My plan is actually quite simple; it's not a pure honey trap, because that kind of trick won't work on a shrewd person like Zhu Jun. It would only frustrate him and make him think of more ways to deal with Xiao Jue.

My method is to exploit Zhu Jun's suspicious and calculating nature to give him the biggest lesson of his life.

So, after Xiao Jue showered, I started applying makeup to her genitals.

Spending so much time on the construction site, I've naturally picked up many things. The guys on the construction site are human too; they need to vent, but they don't have much money, so they often end up with cheap prostitutes.

There's a reason the prices are so low.

I've seen them engaging in public debauchery in makeshift shacks made of cement slabs many times. The women being fucked were not only unattractive, but some were also diseased.

Gonorrhea and genital warts were particularly common. Many times I've asked these guys with a sigh, "How do you know they're sick and still go?"

"I was desperate," they'd usually explain honestly.

I can understand; for these farmers who've been pent up for half a year, finding prostitutes willing to come to the construction site is truly difficult.

Because work at the construction site is calculated by the day, not by the number of people. In other words, these prostitutes have to understand that the price of 1,000 yuan a day is being fucked by more than 40 strong men in 24 hours, averaging 25 yuan per person.

So, prostitutes who are willing to work on construction sites are usually the kind who desperately need money. And even if they're desperate, they'll definitely bring a few other women along to help.

A thousand a day isn't much; the more women they bring, the less money they get. So unless they're desperate, very few prostitutes are willing to go directly to construction sites.

As for getting those farmers to go to brothels, don't be ridiculous. Unless they're absolutely pent up, even the cheapest price of a hundred for a quickie isn't something these poor guys are willing to endure.

So even knowing they're sick, the guys still go for it. But they don't need to worry, because the boss, fearing these guys might get sick, has set up a makeshift medical station near the dormitory. The guys are quite health-conscious; after they're exhausted from working, they crawl there for a penicillin injection, which is their immune system booster.

These days, whether it's good luck or something else, the guys haven't contracted any diseases that penicillin can't cure, like the infamous AIDS.

The reason the boss was so agreeable and willing to provide free penicillin was twofold: first, he understood the importance of preserving one's health, and second, he had helped build houses for the city's drug dealers at half price or for free—think of drug dealers as government parasites who can get unlimited medical expense reimbursement—those who can get unlimited medical expense reimbursement are usually top leaders or high-ranking officials, and the boss was incredibly wealthy to have connections with them. Anyway, back to the

point. The makeup I did for Xiaojue's genitals was the kind that immediately suggested she might have a disease.

Among many sexually transmitted diseases, female symptoms are generally not obvious; the only one with external characteristics is genital warts.

So, I used clear varnish from the construction site mixed with cauliflower-colored paint, carefully depicting her based on my memory of those vile women.

"Hehe," Xiaojue giggled, probably because I had painted a sensitive spot.

"Don't move," I said, holding her anus tightly to prevent her legs from moving, while simultaneously using a brush to apply clear varnish from near her pubic hairy labia to her anus.

Not long after, Xiaojue's originally pink and tender labia became crisscrossed, with ugly cauliflower-like growths spreading from her labia majora to her anus. I even added some pus to her anus with yellow paint.

Anyway, once it was finished, if you only looked at her spread-out genitals, she would basically look no different from those sluts who were fucked to death for a thousand yuan.

"I won't wash tonight, I'll leave these here, you can fuck me." Xiaojue looked at her messy genitals and suddenly said this to me.

At that moment, I couldn't wait to fuck her lewd vagina, but unfortunately the paint wasn't dry.

Xiaojue left without underwear, which I had told her to do, because I was afraid the paint would get messed up. However, she actually went wearing a pencil skirt, and I was worried about her showing too much.

"It's okay." Xiaojue patted my head: "I drive myself, and I have my own office."

Yes, I forgot that she had a Polo car, and as a director, she definitely had her own office. Even though I told her not to wear underwear, seeing her in a pencil skirt still made me uncomfortable.

"Even humble doors open for you," she said, throwing down a slightly altered poem as she left, leaving me speechless. After she left

, I went out and quickly met up with Tie Tou and a few other guys. We changed into uniforms that said "Professional Sewer Cleaning" and headed to the hotel.

It was a five-star hotel, which was good, because the higher the star rating, the more departments there were, and often lower-level employees had no idea what instructions their superiors had. So, we confidently walked in through a side door.

After reaching the standard suite on the fifth floor via the staff stairs, I called a waiter to open the door.

"Who are you?" he asked, a little doubtful. I explained directly, "We're not your designated property management, but your Manager Zhang called us. There's a problem with the drain in this room."

I looked up Manager Zhang's name online; the internet age is great.

As for us not being their designated property management but still coming to fix it, in today's kickback-ridden society, such a small matter is easily understood.

The waiter clearly "understood" what I meant and quickly got the room key from the front desk and opened the door.

"It stinks, do you want to see?" I teased him.

He laughed and left. There's always some shoddy work; not every five-star hotel is as professional as the Hilton.

As soon as he left, Tie Tou and I immediately set up two cameras in the room.

The reason for this was that if that idiot got angry without knowing the truth, we'd have someone to back him up. Actually, there was also a personal reason: I really wanted to see his expression when he was being pranked.

Besides, I'd definitely help Xiao Jue get revenge later. I wanted to see how much she suffered today, and I'd get my revenge tenfold in the future.

After setting up, I had Tie Tou and the others wait near the hotel, while I went into a nearby small hotel suite where receiving devices had already been set up.

-- As an aside, I got these surveillance devices from Xiao Jue. For a top-three company like SD Networks, these kinds of things are plentiful. Besides, given Xiao Jue's position as the technical director, it's perfectly legitimate for her to ask for these things to study 3D modeling and such.

Time passed quickly in my agonizing wait. At seven o'clock sharp, I saw through the security camera that Xiao Jue and that pig entered the room.

That pig was actually quite good-looking, except for its upturned nose, which definitely made it look like a pig.

Zhu Jun was clearly lustful. As soon as he entered the room, he took off his clothes and pants, then grabbed Xiao Jue's hair and pulled her towards him. His voice immediately came through my earpiece: "You little slut, you weren't feeling well yesterday, are you feeling better today?! Was it your stupid boyfriend who made you uncomfortable?!"

I knew he understood that Xiao Jue didn't like him at all. Since he had obtained the beauty through improper means, and she was clearly looking at him with contempt and disdain, trampling on her self-esteem was Zhu Jun's first choice.

I could understand him, but it also meant that my anger towards him naturally escalated, because he actually called me a fool.

Seeing that Xiao Jue didn't say anything, he slapped her across the face. Xiao Jue cried out and fell onto the Simmons mattress.

I was furious, but Qiangzi calmed down, thinking: just one slap, one slap, calm down. Thankfully

, that guy didn't continue hitting Xiaojue; perhaps he'd been holding back for too long, because he simply lifted Xiaojue's skirt.

"Ha, you slut~ you're not wearing anything underneath!" he yelled, clearly excited.

I was furious because it was already dark, and that guy hadn't even turned on the light.

Xiaojue obviously realized this too; she struggled to crawl towards the headboard to turn on the light, but that pig grabbed her hair.

"Slut~ are you itching to have my big cock, that's why you're not wearing underwear?!" He was clearly aroused by the fact that the ice queen wasn't wearing underwear to work, and without any foreplay, he thrust into Xiaojue's lower body.

"Ah!" Xiaojue screamed, pounding the mattress with her hands.

I jumped to my feet. It was my plan, and I'd even considered that Xiaojue might sacrifice herself for that pig to see, but I hadn't expected him to be so lustful as to penetrate me without turning on the lights or any foreplay

! What to do?! I decided to rush over and teach that pig a lesson immediately, throwing all my plans to the back of my mind.

But just then, that pig yelled, "Ah!"

I turned around and didn't know whether to laugh or cry, because after only two or three thrusts, less than ten seconds later, he'd already ejaculated. Watching

him limply slide out of Xiaojue's vagina, I could roughly estimate from the camera that his penis was usually less than four centimeters long…

Since the damage was already done, I should wait until the effects were fully realized before proceeding with anything else.

Xiao Jue clearly understood this as well. She lay on the bed and sneered, "Was it good?"

The pig was still savoring the moment: "Yes, you little slut, you're really good at gripping."

Xiao Jue snapped on all the lights. After the pig's eyes felt a little better, she rolled over and lay on the Simmons mattress, lifting her skirt above her business suit jacket. Then, she spread her legs and coldly said to Zhu Jun, "Want to take a good look at your favorite little slut?"

Zhu Jun was a little confused, but he still looked at Xiao Jue's genitals in a daze.

Not long after, his expression became unnatural. Half a minute later, he suddenly roared, "You slut, are you doing this on purpose?!"

He didn't ask Xiao Jue if she was sick; he was a smart man, and he had already subjectively concluded that Xiao Jue was deliberately messing with him.

Xiao Jue raised her head and sneered, "Do you think any woman would deliberately contract an STD to mess with you?"

He still stared at Xiao Jue with his head held high, probably completely certain in his brilliant mind that this was the case.

“That’s right, I did it on purpose to mess with you.” Xiao Jue laughed loudly, “But I didn’t get my STD on purpose. If you want to know how I got it, go ask those male dancers.”

Zhu Jun’s head suddenly lowered, and after a while, he suddenly looked up and asked, “You haven’t been with anyone else? Could it be that your boyfriend gave it to you, and now you’re messing with me?”

“Hahaha.” Xiao Jue laughed wildly, “I was still a virgin when those guys slept with me. What kind of woman do you think I am? That man was just a tool I used to deal with you. I didn’t even hold his hand!”

Although I knew Xiao Jue was just acting, the phrase “that man was just a tool I used to deal with you” still deeply stung me. I decided to punish her that night.

“Zhu Jun, you pig, may your son be born without an anus! You motherfucker…” Xiao Jue had completely gotten into character, and she kept cursing Zhu Jun with all sorts of unimaginable profanities.

The pig was clearly in a daze; his mind was probably a complete mess. For a social elite, the possibility of contracting a sexually transmitted disease, and possibly having unknowingly passed it on to his wife or mistress, had completely thrown him off balance.

He said nothing, and amidst Xiao Jue's frantic rant, unconsciously dressed and left the room.

Xiao Jue suddenly collapsed and burst into tears.

I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders; the plan was complete. Even if I fully understood the truth—that I wasn't infected—the aftereffects of this incident would prevent Zhu Jun from pursuing Xiao Jue for a while. As for the longer term, that would be his downfall.

After seeing Zhu Jun leave the room, I immediately called Tie Tou and the others; this was the second reason I'd called them over today.

I grabbed the camera and quickly ran to the entrance of the hotel's driveway, hiding under the shade of a tree.

Not long after, Zhu Jun drove out in his Audi. He was puzzled as to why several construction workers were blocking his way. Perhaps he was in a bad mood, because he immediately opened the car door, stood up, and yelled, "Fuck you, what are you doing?!"

Zhu Jun probably vented his frustration and panic, but his outburst rendered the Iron Head gang, who had originally intended to force themselves on Zhu Jun, completely useless.

The next scene was the one I later showed to Xiao Jue. When she saw Zhu Jun's car smashed to pieces and him beaten so badly he was unrecognizable, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

I had avenged her a small matter; it was just a small part of her grand plan, something I only found out about later.

At that moment, however, her gratitude towards me was immeasurable.

"But I'm not happy that you said I'm just your tool," I said, raising an eyebrow.

Xiao Jue's face revealed a seductive expression. She stood up to face me, then slowly bent backward until her hands were on the ground and her head rested on the floor tiles, completely exposing her vagina, painted with severe genital warts and splattered with yellow pus, to me.

"Please punish me~" she said in a seductive voice.

Looking at her vagina, imagining the tender labia covered by cauliflower paint, my penis involuntarily sprang to life.

I dabbed some of her unconsciously flowing vaginal fluid onto the whip, then skillfully and accurately lashed the tip of her gradually rising clitoris.

"Ah~" She spread her legs, supporting her on the ground, and convulsed. Without hesitation, I lashed her five times, and then witnessed the first wonder of my life.

Her pink labia suddenly caved inward, then all her muscles tensed up, and in the next second, they were completely released outward. Her entire vagina burst forth like a flower from the inside out, and a stream of hot, white fluid shot out from the depths of her vagina, hitting my face as I watched intently.

"You dare shoot at me again!" I feigned anger, "You slut!"

Whether she was stunned by her first ejaculation or the intense orgasm, she slid to the ground.

Showing no mercy, I wiped the pungent semen from my face and smeared it on her breasts, then pinched her cheekbone. She opened her mouth in a daze, and I thrust deep into her throat, watching her spread legs and her vagina twitch and throb as I vigorously fucked her mouth.

Yes, her mouth had caused me a small injury today,

and it was my first punishment. She clearly cooperated, knowing exactly what had angered me.

So that day, I experienced all the pleasures every man in the world could enjoy. I hit her, fucked her, ejaculated, almost to the point of exhaustion.

When she lay beside me again, covered in semen and with her legs spread, I felt calm and happy.

"Want to have a threesome?" Xiao Jue tilted her head, semen sliding down her face with gravity, playing with the dildo in her hand.

This was a bombshell.

I don't think any girlfriend would ever ask you to have a threesome, right?

[To be continued]

[This post was edited by yangbailao3019 on 2015-03-19 19:38]

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