Meiji Anchor - Wu Yijie

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Although everyone says that marriage or childbirth brings a woman the greatest happiness, this happiness likely includes sexual fulfillment. Perhaps people were more conservative in the past, so this crucial element of marital happiness wasn't mentioned. Looking at herself in the mirror, she piled up her long, flowing hair, revealing her snow-white neck. Her reflection showed that, nearing thirty, her face was remarkably similar to her early twenties, except for a touch more loneliness and a loss of vivacity. She neglected to groom herself, for she was no longer one of those five beauties under the spotlight, nor a popular, sought-after news anchor. Now, she was simply a wife, a socialite, and a woman often alone in her room. Everything that was supposed to be agreed upon went awry due to changes in circumstances. Her husband became a businessman who was often away from home due to work, and the plan to come home every night had long been forgotten amidst endless apologies. At night, all she had to do was listen to the sounds of various loudspeakers. She put on a little light makeup, changed out of her red lace pajamas into a simple t-shirt and jeans, let her hair down, stood up and left the dressing table. It was just a simple and casual home outfit, but because of the absolute radiance of the person wearing it, it was transformed into a goddess-level look. I took out the handmade health-preserving toast that I had queued for half an hour to buy last night from the refrigerator. After eating two or three slices and having a cup of espresso from the coffee machine, I felt that this was a simple breakfast. Sitting in the dining room, I thought, "God, how long do I have to live like this? My life wasn't exactly exciting before, but it was at least interesting. Maybe I made the decision to quit my anchor position and focus on my family too quickly. Of course, it wasn't because I didn't have money, but I just couldn't stand this kind of life." Scrolling through my phone, perhaps it was God's arrangement, or a coincidence of fate, or even destiny, I was supposed to be clicking on an online app but accidentally pressed the contacts. And when I realized I had pressed the wrong one, the first name that popped up was the one that Wu Yijie didn't want to face or think about, but at the same time, it was also the person who still haunted her dreams and whom she would inexplicably think about from time to time. Whenever it was late at night and she was lying alone in bed, that person would always jump out from the depths of her memory. "Hello?" When Wu Yijie snapped back to reality from her reverie, a familiar voice, making her heart race, came from the other end of the phone. "Hello?" Another voice. Wu Yijie stared at her phone screen, afraid to speak. Her desire to relive the past grew stronger with each passing second of the call. Ultimately, reason prevailed. Wu Yijie hung up, slumped into her chair, and stared at the lit phone screen, letting out a long sigh. "What I want is still just what I want," Wu Yijie murmured to herself. But those two voices still created a powerful chemical reaction in Wu Yijie's mind, involuntarily giving her a feeling she hadn't experienced in a while. Wanting, really wanting, extremely wanting, desperately wanting. Wu Yijie picked up the unused spoon that had been on the table the night before. As soon as she picked it up, she remembered how excited she had been last night, thinking her husband would be home for dinner. But then, after the table was set, she received news that he couldn't come because of a last-minute guest, instantly plunging her good mood into despair. "Husband, you forced me to do this," Wu Yijie thought to herself. Putting the spoon in her mouth, Wu Yijie closed her eyes, imagining the spoon as her husband's penis, which she hadn't seen in a long time. The moment she started imagining it, her instincts, honed by her experience in the news industry, kicked in. Her red tongue immediately wrapped around the spoon, her expression surprisingly alluring. Pulling the spoon handle down, her slightly open eyes revealed a seductive allure. Her tongue pushed the spoon outwards, while her red lips enveloped it. The spoon was coated with Wu Yijie's saliva, and in the sunlight streaming in from the window, her expression was clearly reflected on its surface. Her previously idle right hand gradually couldn't resist the urge and moved between her legs. At first, she was a little shy, only rubbing her inner thighs. However, Wu Yijie was no longer the naive and innocent girl she once was. Although brief, her experience was no less than that of any popular news anchor, and Wu Yijie quickly wanted to be stimulated further. Through her jeans, Wu Yijie's fingers were already precisely pressed on her sensitive clitoris. Perhaps it had been too long, too long since she had felt such a thrilling sensation, because when Wu Yijie pressed it, it felt like she had been electrocuted by tens of thousands of volts of electricity, causing her whole body to convulse. Biting the spoon, she let out a shrill yet moving cry: "Ugh..." "Husband... ugh... I want it so much... ugh ugh ugh ugh..." Her mind raced with these thoughts, and Wu Yijie imagined her husband gently stroking her beautiful neck. It was a little itchy, but mostly healing. Wu Yijie breathed softly: "Ugh... ugh ugh ugh... ugh... woo..." Her husband's hand slowly fell down, landing on Wu Yijie's 32C breasts. Lust made Wu Yijie feel that the hands that were not there were so real. "Hmm...husband...mmm...so good...ah...ah...ah...so good...it feels so good...don't stop..." Wu Yijie's hands pressed rapidly between her legs. Perhaps because it was through the zipper of her jeans, it felt completely different from any masturbation or massage stimulation she had ever experienced before. Without any restraint, Wu Yijie had forgotten why she should have been reserved. She only knew: "Anyway, I'm all alone here. If my husband doesn't love me, at least I can love myself." She could easily unfasten her bra with one hand, and loosening her pants with the other was a piece of cake for her. She quickly loosened her jeans, revealing a silky pale yellow panty. If a man were present, he would surely succumb to Wu Yijie's charm at that moment. The pale yellow panty further accentuated Wu Yijie's snow-white skin. "Hmm... Husband... My good husband... Hmm... Look... Yijie is... masturbating... Oh..." Using her unused fingers to hook up her panties, Wu Yijie skillfully inserted her fingers into her already unbearably empty flower hole. As soon as she inserted them, Wu Yijie suddenly understood why she had been fucked by ten men on the bed one night. It turned out that her vagina was so narrow, and it would instantly trap the inserted object like a Venus flytrap. Wu Yijie was also startled. "I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore... Husband... Oh... Dear brother... Brother... Fuck Yijie to death... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh..." The speed of the fingers thrusting in and out increased, and Wu Yijie felt continuous pleasure. At the same time, the spoon in her mouth became another penis, pounding into Wu Yijie's mouth like another vagina. The fingers were covered with her juices, and even splashed out with each thrust. The water stains on the chair were like Wu Yijie's heart shattered when she heard the bad news last night, and also Wu Yijie's revenge on her husband. "Oh my god... I can't take it anymore... Dear brother... Good brother... Yi-jie is going to have a blast... Ugh... I haven't seen you in so long... Ugh... I miss you so much... Ahhhhh..." However, something magical happened. The image of her husband in Wu Yi-jie's mind was changing. First, it twisted into a dark shadow, and then it spun into the face of a man that Wu Yi-jie would involuntarily think of on many lonely nights: Zhuang Zhuang, the director of CTi News. "Fuck me to death... Ugh... Good brother... Yijie missed you... Missed your big cock... Ugh... Hmm... Fuck... Fuck... Ah... I'm coming..." Zhuangzhuang's strong cock plunged deep inside, the sharp head pressing straight against Wu Yijie's clitoris. Wu Yijie's feet, which were originally on the ground, immediately jumped up. Wu Yijie shook her hair violently and shouted to the sky without making a sound. The pleasure of the orgasm lasted for almost a minute before it subsided. However, as it subsided, Wu Yijie felt ashamed. Looking at the still lit phone screen, which still showed Zhuangzhuang's name, she realized that she had just fantasized about the man who had fucked her to the point of death but couldn't stop, instead of the man she had already given herself to. A sudden moment of self-reflection made Wu Yijie realize that these past few days, her sexual satisfaction in bed had truly stemmed from her love for that man. Otherwise, how could that short, soft, and unsustainable penis have been acceptable to a former news anchor who once dominated the industry? Looking at her still-open pants and the sweat-soaked chair, Wu Yijie knew that her yearning for passion in love was no longer as intense as before. Instead, she needed companionship, needed someone to lean on in this empty house. Shaking her head, Wu Yijie pulled up her pants and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes and the sink. But honestly, having so much free time wasn't so bad for Wu Yijie, like meeting former anchor Patty Hou...There's a subtle connection between the two: Jay Chou. They once drank together and started reminiscing about their memories with him. Although Wu Yijie doesn't have as many memories as Patty Hou, having been through similar experiences, she understands the meaning of "wind and rain." Coupled with Patty Hou's words, Wu Yijie sometimes felt quite envious of those "Jay Chou girls," especially since even her own once-proud lover was still captivated by Jay Chou. Wearing a short dress, Wu Yijie's signature doll-like eyes were even more endearing with makeup, and her incredibly good figure drew several glances. Stepping into the elevator, Wu Yijie sighed. Even inside, she was alone. She pressed the button for the underground parking lot. After descending a few floors, the elevator suddenly stopped. Wu Yijie instinctively stepped back. The elevator doors opened, and a man in a blue work uniform, a green baseball cap, and carrying a black work bag entered. The man kept his head down. Wu Yijie hadn't intended to greet him, so she simply stood quietly to the side. Two or three people entered the elevator on each subsequent floor. By the time they reached the third floor, the elevator was full, and Wu Yijie was squeezed into the far left corner. The first worker to enter was quickly pressed against her. Wu Yijie felt a little embarrassed and impatient. She didn't like being so close to a man, and she especially disliked his smell. But Wu Yijie couldn't do anything to him; the elevator space was limited. Suddenly, Wu Yijie thought she saw the man's lips move slightly, then close again. Wu Yijie didn't think much of it. The crowd finally dispersed when they reached the first floor, but the man in work clothes did not leave. Wu Yijie was not surprised, since if he were to work on one of the projects in the building, he would park his work vehicle in the basement. On the same floor, Wu Yijie went out first, but the worker behind her caught up faster. Their cars were about four or five parking spaces apart. Just as the worker pressed the ignition key, his car emitted a long beep. For some reason, Wu Yijie froze for a few seconds upon hearing the sound. Instead of walking to the BMW her husband had bought for her, she turned and walked to the worker's domestic minivan. She automatically opened the trunk, climbed in, curled her legs up, hugged her knees, and lowered her head. The worker came over and said, "Open your legs." For some reason, Wu Yijie obediently opened her legs, her long legs almost reaching the back of the car. The man then said, "Take off your underwear." Wu Yijie obeyed like a puppet, bending her legs and using her slender hands to pull down her pale yellow underwear, still bearing traces of her morning masturbation fluids, to her knees. The man took out three vibrating eggs: "After you insert them, put your underwear back on." "Yes," Wu Yijie took the vibrating eggs, inserted them one by one into her vagina, and then put her underwear back on. "Okay, sit still and don't make a sound." After saying that, the man closed the trunk door. Wu Yijie in the trunk seemed to be asleep, not moving at all, sitting there as if she had no feeling at all as the van swayed. The man in the driver's seat picked up his phone: "Arrived, in transit." After many twists and turns, the van arrived at a small alley, then reversed into the alley and into a garage villa with a blue-painted roof. When the man got out of the car, he was no longer wearing his work clothes, but a suit and a mask. He opened the trunk, and Wu Yijie looked up, glanced at the man, and then climbed out of the trunk. Just as the man closed the trunk door, he turned around to face Wu Yijie, and Wu Yijie looked back at him. "Clang!" The sound of an iron ring fastening rang out, and a black collar was placed around Wu Yijie's neck, with an iron chain attached. The man held the other end of the chain, and Wu Yijie was pulled into the house. A magnificent chandelier cast a dim, yellow light, and the alluring fragrance was actually the vaporized "Farewell Kiss" aphrodisiac sprayed out with the perfume mist. Wu Yijie was led to the center of the hall. The man said, "Boss, here? Or should we take her somewhere else?" A man sitting in a black velvet armchair, wearing a mask and with his legs crossed, shook his head and said, "No, right here. The other locations are still undergoing final repairs. This one will stay here today."
"Yes, boss." "Is everyone else ready?" "According to the plan, they should all be in position." "Good. Then you can return to your post and stand by. Once one of the rooms is completed, you can start serving the first group."
"Yes, sir." After saying that, the man left. The large room was now completely silent except for the slight hum of the sprayer's motor. The masked man looked at Wu Yijie, whose eyes were still lifeless. "Former anchor Wu, are you alright?" the man asked. "I'm fine, just a little hot and itchy down there," Wu Yijie said. The man pulled out a remote control: "You mean like this?" A "click!" was heard, and instantly, the three vibrating eggs inside Wu Yijie's vagina began to vibrate violently. Wu Yijie cried out, "Ah..." Her legs squeezed together forcefully in a V-shape, her face contorted in a way that was both pitiful and arousingly lustful. Her hand pressed against the lower edge of her cervix, and she continued to moan: "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." The attack of the vibrating eggs and the aid of the "farewell kiss" had already... Like a red apple, the man stood up and walked to Wu Yijie. Wu Yijie was now bent over, looking up at the man. The man smiled, "Anchor Wu, are you alright?" Wu Yijie's bright eyes now held a pleading look, her lips pursed. Her pitiful expression made the man's heart race. Wu Yijie said, "Please...please...no...no...don't...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh..." "Raise your head slightly, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue," the man said. Wu Yijie did as instructed. The man nodded in satisfaction, then spat out a long trail of saliva that slowly dripped onto Wu Yijie's tongue. "Swallow it," the man commanded. The moment Wu Yijie swallowed, the man turned the vibrator to its maximum intensity. Like a lightning bolt striking her body, Wu Yijie trembled violently, her legs giving way, and she collapsed to the ground, surrounded by puddles of water. The man squatted down and pulled on the chain of Wu Yijie's collar: "What a wonderful body! Look, your dress is all wet!" Because of the aphrodisiac, Wu Yijie was struggling to hold back, her entire body soaked with sweat. The man smiled slightly and lifted the hem of her dress. Although Wu Yijie struggled slightly, she couldn't resist the effects of the aphrodisiac. The moment the man's hand touched her, she felt a dizzying pleasure surge through her bloodstream. "166 cm tall, 32C bust, 24cm waist, 34cm hips, Wu Yijie, seeing you now really makes my dick pound!" the man said with a smile. Wu Yijie's dress was tossed aside, leaving her beautiful body clad only in a bra that accentuated her breasts and soaking wet panties. She was panting, her face flushed, and she looked innocently at the man. "What do you want to say?" the man asked. "I want," Wu Yijie said shockingly. "Want what?" "A penis." Wu Yijie's shocking words didn't stop there: "I want to be fucked in the vagina by a penis." "Is this how your husband teaches you?" "It's all Zhuangzhuang's teaching." "Zhuangzhuang, you still think about him? But he might have already forgotten you, after all, he recently fucked your former colleague, Liu Yingxiu, and he fucked her quite vigorously." As he spoke, the man took out his phone and played a video. In the video, Liu Yingxiu was being grabbed from behind by Zhuangzhuang, her C-cup breasts being... A massive, iron-like penis pounded into Liu Yingxiu from behind, shaking violently, while Liu Yingxiu screamed with her mouth agape: "Ohhhhhh... Ughhhhhh... So good... So good ahhhhhhhh... Ugh... Zhuangzhuang brother... You're fucking Xiuxiu to death... Oh!" "Want more?" "Yes, ughhhhhh... Hmph hmph hmph... It's hitting the spot... It's hitting my G-spot... Little Xiuxiu is going to be so turned on... Ugh... I'm being fucked to death by Zhuangzhuang brother... Ughh ...
"I'll fuck you to death, you little slut! I'll never let you go! I'll fuck your cunt to pieces!" "Ohhhhhhh... Oh my god, oh my god, ohhhhhhh... So good... Such a strong cock... Ahhhhhhh... I'm going to hell... Ohhhhhhh..." Seeing the video, Wu Yijie's lust intensified, and it also stirred up memories of the fierce competition she and Liu Yingxiu had faced when they used to serve Zhuangzhuang together in the control room late at night. The man put away his phone: "What's wrong? Still thinking about him?" He asked as he pulled down his pants, which were practically like a tent for outdoor camping: "Or do you want the one in front of you?"
Wu Yijie looked up at the masked man, said nothing more, and crawled to him like a female dog. He stuck out his tongue and teased the glans. Soon, Wu Yijie had had enough of the man's boxer shorts. She yanked them off, revealing a penis that was absolutely top-notch. The man said, "Everyone calls me White Bull." "White Bull," Wu Yijie said, grasping the penis. The heat of the penis sent shivers down her spine, reminding her of kneeling before Zhuangzhuang. "You'll soon find out why," the man said, thrusting his hips forward. The head of his penis pressed against Wu Yijie's lips. Wu Yijie wisely opened her lips, and the massive penis filled her mouth, making her mouth a large circle. Wu Yijie's tongue moved deftly inside her mouth. To be honest, even Wu Yijie was surprised that her oral skills hadn't deteriorated. Her husband always couldn't resist going straight to sex, and Wu Yijie had never had a chance to let him know that she was also a master of oral sex. After Bai Niu let out a few muffled groans, Wu Yijie looked at him through her curly eyelashes. Bai Niu's sense of conquest surged again. He pressed down on the back of Wu Yijie's head with his right hand, burying her face between his legs. Completely disregarding her as a goddess, he brutally swayed his hips, causing Wu Yijie to let out screams of agony until she could no longer bear it and repeatedly slapped Bai Niu's thighs, finally freeing her mouth from her wetness. Wu Yijie collapsed to the ground, panting. Perhaps it was unintentional, but in Bai Niu's eyes, it was a deliberate seduction. The saying "when you lure someone into a trap, they'll fall in" held true. Bai Niu said, "This slut, you want me to fuck you? I'll show you what Bai Niu is all about!" He grabbed Wu Yijie's legs, and before she could react, he had already pulled off her wet, then dry, wet again pale yellow panties. He then pulled out the vibrator. Her labia, unable to close, were constantly leaking nectar. Bai Niu, with half his strength, thrust in with a thunderous roar. Wu Yijie screamed, "Ah ... She cried out, "No... Ugh... Ugh... This will break it... Ugh... Ugh... Oh... Oh... Ah... Uh... Ah..." Seeing Wu Yijie's muscles tense and feeling the tightness in her vagina, Bai Niu thrust in again with thunderous force. This time, Wu Yijie felt completely opened up; all the lust she thought she had abandoned surged through her body once more, crying out, "Ugh..." "Ugh...it's too big...ugh...ugh...it's stretched open...ugh...it's completely stretched open...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...oh my god...ugh...ugh...so strong...too strong...ugh...ugh...my little hole can't take it...ugh...it's going to break...ugh...it's going deep again...ugh..."
"How is it? Does my cock feel good? Your pussy is really tight!" "Oh...no...it's so strong...oh...oh...uh...uh...I can't take it...oh...uh..." "Didn't you used to fuck Zhuangzhuang like crazy? I heard you feel weird if you don't have him fuck you for a day."
"Don't...don't say it anymore...Ugh...That was...that was before...Ugh...it's all in the past...Ugh...I'm married now...Ugh...Ugh...Ugh...Ugh..." "Would a normal wife masturbate first thing in the morning? Would she masturbate to orgasm while calling out another man's name?" Wu Yijie stared wide-eyed at Bai Niu, who said while vigorously thrusting, "Don't worry, as long as you behave, your husband will never know." Wu Yijie's legs were spread apart, and that really bull-like, thick penis was completely inserted into Wu Yijie's flower hole, thrusting quickly and violently, with waves of lustful fluid splashing out. He scooped Wu Yijie up in his arms, and as if by instinct, she braced herself against Bai Niu's shoulders, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. Seeing that Wu Yijie seemed to have entered a state of lust, Bai Niu increased his strength by two-tenths, making his erect penis even stronger and more powerful, thrusting upwards with greater force. Wu Yijie had abandoned all her principles as a wife, now only possessing the lust of a woman, and was being fucked by this strange, masked man to the point of disbelief, experiencing pleasure she couldn't comprehend. "Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhh... Suck on me while you're fucking me... Ughhhhh... I can't take it... Yijie can't take it... Ughhhhhh... Oh my god... Ugh..." "Want more?" "Ugh... Ughhhhhhh... Suck on me again... Ugh, oh my god... I can't hold back... I can't hold back like this... Not enough... Not enough... Ughh ...
"If you want more, just tell me how you feel right now." "Ah...uh...uh...uh...Yijie...Yijie right now...uh...uh...uh...hahaha...so good...so good I can't think straight...uh...uh..." Wu Yijie's breasts were being sucked by the white bull, one hand holding Wu Yijie's slender waist, while the other hand was kneading the breasts that weren't being sucked. After a series of explosive thrusts like a raging bull, Wu Yijie screamed several times as she leaned back, her body involuntarily falling backward. Fortunately, she had been fucked by Zhuangzhuang before, and Wu Yijie managed to support herself with her hands in time. However, with this push, her beautiful breasts swayed even more violently. Seeing this, Bai Niu was overcome with lust. He bent his legs, forming a human arch, and began to thrust into Wu Yijie. Wu Yijie cried out loudly, "Oh, so good...so great...Brother Niu, oh, oh, oh, oh, Yijie's brother Niu...oh, oh, oh, it feels so good...Yijie hasn't felt this good in a long time...it feels so good...oh, oh, oh, oh..." "Don't stop...Yijie loves being fucked the most...Yijie loves brother's penis the most...oh, oh, oh, oh, it's all yours...everything about Yijie belongs to brother Niu...oh, oh my god, it's coming again..." His penis folded in and out of her labia. "It feels so good... Ugh... Such a strong bull's cock... From now on, Yijie will be fucked by Brother Bull... Brother Bull's strong bull's cock is going to fuck Yijie's cunt to death... Ugh..." Her hair flew in the air, the sound of bodies colliding; "Slap slap slap slap slap" "Stop now... Yijie will orgasm if you move... Ugh slap slap slap... I'm coming again... Damn it... Yijie is going to be fucked to death by Brother Bull... Ugh..." Wu Yijie's cunt tightly wrapped around the white bull's cock, and the white bull frantically and recklessly fucked Wu Yijie at a rate of ten times per second. Wu Yijie's moans at this moment had reached a state of selflessness, with only the thought of sex constantly swirling in her mind. Suddenly, Bai Niu thrust his hips forward, plunging his penis deep into Wu Yijie's wet vagina. Wu Yijie arched her back in spasms. Then, Bai Niu abruptly withdrew his penis, and Wu Yijie collapsed to the ground as if she had lost her support. Bai Niu then aimed his penis at Wu Yijie's beautiful face, spraying his thick, hot semen all over her face as if she had a face mask on. "We'll meet again, soon," Wu Yijie opened her eyes and found herself sitting in a car. She touched her clothes; they were soaked. Wu Yijie looked at the air conditioner and realized she hadn't turned it on at all. Something felt off on her face. Wu Yijie touched it and found something like a face mask stuck to it. She muttered to herself, "Strange, why am I sleeping in the car with a face mask on?" Then, she suddenly realized something even stranger: her vagina was aching. She thought, "I only masturbated this morning, why does it hurt so much? Could he have been here? Impossible." Watching the elevator monitor, Bai Niu turned the volume up to the maximum. She heard the man in the blue work uniform from the afternoon whisper to Wu Yijie, "Loss consciousness upon hearing the beep of the key, and obey all commands." At that moment, the door behind her opened, and a man wearing a Gothic mask said, "Boss, room number one is finished." "I know, continue monitoring the other rooms." Bai Niu removed his mask and smiled, saying, "Anchors, are you ready?" (Note: The last sentence appears to be an unrelated advertisement and has been omitted from the translation.)

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