[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - 15

Chapter 70

That afternoon, Wenwen lay there obediently like a kitten, only her buttocks slightly raised. I wrapped my arms tightly around her slender waist and leaned against her back, inhaling the scent of her hairline as I thrust myself deep into her plump, upturned buttocks.

From that day on, I loved this position. It felt like I wasn't just pressing down on her, but rather enveloping her completely, holding her tightly, leaving her nowhere to escape, burying myself deep within her, and possessing every part of her body.

Because Wenwen usually keeps her secrets deep inside, only revealing them through my constant encouragement and guidance during intimate moments like this, I truly believe that such deep, heartfelt conversations are wonderful, truly wonderful… Besides satisfying our desires, it also deepens our feelings for each other and allows me to better understand Wenwen's innermost thoughts and feelings. So sometimes I'll jokingly say to her in a slightly lewd way, "Brother's penis is the key, and Wenwen's vagina is the keyhole. Only by inserting the key and unlocking the lock can we successfully retrieve what Wenwen has hidden deep in her heart."

Her vagina is so warm, and the natural, squeezing sensation is so intoxicating. I slowly enter and exit her again, but I don't rush to ejaculate; I just want to prolong the time and feeling of our lovemaking as much as possible, unwilling to separate from her again as two different individuals.

I truly think that nature's creation is incredible, especially the physiological structures of men and women, which are perfectly matched. One is responsible for entering, and the other for receiving, allowing two people who are in love to be united in this way, further intensifying their affection.

As she felt my slow thrusts, Wenwen blushed and turned to look at me with a smile. She swayed slightly back and forth because of my movements and began to tell me many of her thoughts, feelings, and secrets.

I listened to the voice of her soul and continued my steady, slow thrusts, occasionally brushing her hair, kissing her shyly smiling cheek, or responding to her confiding.

"Wenwen, now that we're making love, you shouldn't be scared anymore, right?"

At first, she didn't respond, then slowly said, "I'm a little nervous before my little penis enters my body, but I'm not scared."

"Right? I told you making love isn't so bad. I remember when you finally agreed to make love with me that Saturday night, your expression was so tense and scared, so pitiful."

Wenwen's expression that night flashed through my mind again; her beautiful face truly contained extreme tension and fear of what was about to happen between a man and a woman. Although pitiful, it made her even more charming.

Hearing this, Wenwen just smiled shyly and said, "I'm so pitiful, isn't it all because of you, brother?... And before, when you were just helping me with your hands, I was really scared."

"Why?"

"Because I was afraid that you would suddenly want to really make love to me and rape me... Especially the last few times, you would just put your penis between my thighs, and only my underwear was in between..."

Hearing her worry suddenly shocked me, because I hadn't realized how worried Wenwen was.

I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say, so Wenwen spoke again.

"I was very scared at first, but I also felt that from then on, you treated me more gently every day than ever before, and kept saying that you loved me very much..." Wenwen paused, and after a short silence, a shy smile appeared on her cheeks again. "It should be from then on that I really started to fall in love with you..."

"Wenwen..."

"But that day, you suddenly ran up to me and held that thing and said you wanted to really make love, which completely startled me and I didn't know what to do."

"Were you very scared?"

Wenwen nodded in response.

"At first, I was really unwilling and scared, but because you kept asking me, and you said you wanted me to give you this as a birthday present, I started to feel that if I kept refusing, you would be very sad. Plus, you came knocking on my door that night, apologizing sadly and saying that you didn't want it anymore, which reminded me of that time before when we were completely asleep, but we had already made love, so I finally agreed, and I was very worried that you would say you wanted to leave me..."

"So that's how it is... I had really given up, but I didn't expect you to suddenly come to the bathroom and agree to it."

"In the days before Saturday, I was really uneasy and scared, because I didn't know if making love would hurt? How long would it take? Would I really get pregnant? Or what would I do if others found out? Until that night when I went into your room, and under the covers I spread and folded my legs as you said, besides feeling very embarrassed, I was also really very nervous."

"At that time, I was very worried that you would suddenly say you didn't want to make love with me anymore, and I really thought that if you said no, I would stop."

“I was genuinely scared and wanted to tell you no, but then I thought that if I really said no, I would feel terrible for you, because I was the one who said yes first, and you might leave me, leave this family, and…” She stopped halfway through her sentence, which made me urge her to finish. “And at that time, my underwear was already off, and you were pressing me down, preparing to put your penis inside me, so if I really said no, you might still force your penis into my body…”

Wenwen said with a shy smile, but I still felt a pang of pain in my heart.

Because what Wenwen said was so true, if she had suddenly told me to stop when I started to guide my penis to her vaginal opening, I might have forcefully penetrated her, as if raping her again. And in that position, Wenwen would have been completely unable to resist, and could only watch helplessly as I entered her.

“I had just told you that my penis was already in place, and I only wanted a minute for you to prepare myself before you suddenly pressed me down and started going inside me…”

“I’m sorry… because I was afraid you might suddenly change your mind. You must have been very scared, I’m sorry.”

Wenwen nodded understandingly, without any intention of blaming me. She still looked at me so gently, which made me feel even more guilty and indebted to her.

“…By the way, Wenwen, can I ask you a question?”

She blushed and looked at the white sheets, nodding quietly.

“That night, when my penis went into your vagina, didn’t it really hurt a lot? Because I remember you made a sound, like you were in a lot of pain, so I’ve been bothered by it ever since.”

Wenwen didn’t respond for a moment, just remained silent, seemingly recalling the events of that night.

"...It felt a little scary at that time. For a second or two at first, it really hurt, and then I felt your hard, big penis trying to squeeze into my stomach, trying to squeeze in... So I felt a hot, painful sensation, and I started thinking: 'Your penis is really in...'" Wenwen suddenly stopped, not saying anything more, but the blush on her cheeks became more pronounced. Her eyes, which had been looking at me, shyly shifted back to the white sheets before she slowly said, "At that time, I also thought... I really am already yours..."

Her words left me speechless, because it proved that she was already willing to be with me forever, but she was still struggling with the sibling relationship.

"From that day on, I believed that you were the only man I had ever loved, and that you truly loved me. So if you don't leave me first, I will never leave your side."

Her words shocked me so much that I could only hug her tighter.

"...Wenwen, I will never leave you. I really love you so much, so much."

"Mmm... I know," she responded gently.

“Wenwen…” When she finished pouring out her heart, I gently called out, interrupting her. Wenwen looked at me tenderly, waiting for me to continue. “Your body smells so good, really so good, it smells so comforting…”

I took a deep breath at the back of her hair, filled with a fresh fragrance, and Wenwen just kept smiling.

“By the way, when my penis went inside you just now, did it still hurt?”

“…No, it just felt like your penis was squeezing in again.”

“Then how about I give you foreplay like this every time?”

“No.”

She couldn’t help but refuse with a shy smile, but because I knew she wasn’t being sincere, I was even more certain that I would give her foreplay before making love next time.

“Do you still want to go shopping here tomorrow?”

“No. Because there’s nothing here.”

“Then let’s check out first thing tomorrow morning, go to the post office to collect 20,000 NT dollars, and then take the train to Chiayi City and then to Alishan for our honeymoon.”

“Okay.” She responded with a smile.

People say, “A girl in love is always slightly feverish.” Perhaps that’s true. Because she was so warm in my arms, and every time my abdomen bumped against her buttocks with each thrust, I felt how elastic Wenwen's slightly upturned bottom was. I

couldn't hold back any longer, so I began to increase the force of my thrusts, gradually increasing the speed. Wenwen must have known I was about to ejaculate, so she stopped talking and quietly felt everything, allowing me to focus on thrusting my penis into her vagina.

"...Wenwen, lift your body up a little."

Wanting more, wanting to feel more of Wenwen's soft body, I suddenly made this request. Wenwen only hesitated slightly, looking at me, before obediently supporting herself on the edge of the bed with her hands, lifting her body.

I released my hands that were tightly wrapped around her waist, and then gently grasped her naturally drooping breasts from below, covering them like a bra. At this moment, the weight of her breasts hung entirely in my palm; although not very heavy, they did feel somewhat substantial.

I started gently pinching her breasts with my fingers, kind of like I was giving her a massage, but thankfully Wenwen didn't make any noises like an adult film actress because of my movements, otherwise I really would have had the illusion of massaging a human body...

"Is it tiring to support your body like this? You can lie back down on the bed so you won't get tired."

"But this will press on my hand..."

"It's okay, this way I can hold you tighter."

"Mmm..."

After I finished speaking, Wenwen slowly lay back down like a kitten, her warm breasts covered by my palm, letting me play with them freely with my fingers.

Today's lovemaking might really be the longest my penis has stayed inside her body while I'm conscious during lovemaking so far. Because I entered from behind like this and started holding her and talking, I didn't pull out at all, maintaining only slight thrusting for more than half an hour, so when I started to really thrust, I quickly felt an intense wave of pleasure. It must be because I had accumulated too much pleasure before, so it exploded quickly when I started moving.

As the climax drew closer, my fingers unconsciously gripped Wenwen's soft breasts tighter, more forcefully, as if I never wanted to let go.

Within minutes, a powerful orgasm swept over me, and I thrust my penis deep into her body, ejaculating violently at the very end of her vagina through the condom…

This ejaculation was exceptionally long and memorable, as intense as that night I ambushed her a few months ago.

Initially, my consciousness was completely blank, a pure pleasure, as if the essence of my soul had been released with the semen.

Then my consciousness finally returned to my body. Usually, by this time, the ejaculation would have weakened and stopped, but the action remained violent and continuous, as if the gates of ejaculation could no longer be held back, and a tragic death from exhaustion was only a matter of time.

I looked at Wenwen's profile; she smiled warmly at me with one eye, feeling my continued ejaculation. Neither spoke, but for a moment I wanted to say, "Wenwen... it seems like I can't stop ejaculating..."

Thank goodness I didn't, otherwise it would have only made her worry unnecessarily. After several more violent spurts, the force finally began to weaken, and it took a few more times to completely stop. Then I felt even more exhausted than usual, and my heart was pounding rapidly.

I couldn't move, but I remained lying against her back, burying my head in her hair, seeking temporary comfort.

The strong smell of semen began to fill the room.

"Wenwen... I ejaculated so much..."

"I know... you must be tired, right?"

I nodded in reply. Wenwen simply said, "Brother, rest for a bit..." and then let me lie on her back, bearing my weight alone.

The smell of my semen mingled with the fragrance of Wenwen's body in the air, creating a unique aroma. Wenwen must have smelled it; being a girl, her sense of smell would be even more acute, but she still didn't say anything. Perhaps she didn't dislike the smell.

Wenwen kept looking at me with concern. After a few minutes, I finally felt a little better and heard Wenwen call out, "Brother..."

Wenwen still called me shyly, but her expression was different from usual, with a hint of something strange.

As I lay on her back slowly regaining my strength and consciousness, I was wondering what was wrong with her when Wenwen said, "Actually, brother's hands... have been squeezing me so hard it hurts..."

Only then did I realize that I had unintentionally applied too much force, tightly gripping her breasts.

Wenwen must have been enduring all these minutes, considerately waiting until I ejaculated and saw that I had regained some strength before telling me. So I quickly sat up, no longer pressing down on her, and let Wenwen support her upper body before quickly releasing her hands and pulling out my now limp penis along with the condom.

I looked up and saw my clear, deep red finger marks on her breasts, which would probably take a while to completely disappear. She laughed and scolded, "Brother, you pinched me like this..."

Sitting opposite Wenwen on the bed, I apologized to her and then began to squeeze the semen near the top of the bag into the bottom. Wenwen watched the whole time.

"Look, there's a lot of semen today. As long as this semen goes into your vagina, you can get pregnant with the baby you want."

"Hmm..."

I suddenly thought of something and started to mischievously say to her, "Wenwen, lie down on the bed and bend your legs over your chest."

"What do you want to do, brother?"

"I'll just pour all this semen into your vagina so you can have a cute, chubby baby. Otherwise, it'll all be wasted."

But to my surprise, she actually said, "Okay."

I was really scared at the time, thinking that she really wanted a child and was willing to let me pour all the semen into her vagina.

"Just kidding! You look so dirty, bro! I don't want to!"

Wenwen startled me, but just as I was about to give her a little scolding, she cleverly jumped up like a cat and happily ran off the bed, saying she was going to take a shower first. So I tied the condom full of semen into a knot and threw it in the trash can, then quickly went into the bathroom to help Wenwen shower.

Afterwards, we lay together in the bathtub, soaking in the warm water...

Wenwen lay in my arms, not saying anything, perhaps because we had already talked too much, so she just quietly enjoyed the comfort of soaking in the hot water.

My strength quickly returned, and I finally felt ready for another round, so…

“Wenwen?” I called softly.

“Hmm?” she answered obediently.

“It’s only five o’clock…”

“Are you hungry, brother?”

“No, we can go out to eat later, it’s…”

“What?”

“It’s still early, let’s make love one more time.”

Wenwen suddenly froze. After all, we usually only made love once a day, and I would collapse for a few minutes after ejaculating to show her, so she probably thought that boys only made love once a day.

Sure enough, after recovering from her shock, she said to me, “You just did it to me, brother, aren’t you tired?”

I reached out and grasped her breasts again, and then my penis pressed against her buttocks and began to grow and harden.

Wenwen was stunned...

So, until I fell asleep around 10 PM that day, I made love with Wenwen a total of three more times. I was almost exhausted, but also very satisfied...

Sigh, thinking about how crazy we made love that night, this is what a honeymoon is all about...

Chapter 71

Because I made love with Wenwen four times yesterday, I was completely exhausted, and Wenwen also had an orgasm, so Wenwen and I slept very soundly, for nearly twelve hours. We didn't wake up until 10 AM the next day.

After leaving the hotel full of honeymoon memories, we went to the post office to collect the 20,000 NTD honeymoon fund and took the train to Chiayi Railway Station.

We arrived in Chiayi close to noon, so Wenwen and I went to a nearby fast food restaurant for lunch and strolled around the bustling streets, wanting to see this unfamiliar city we had never been to before.

Back at the train station, it was almost 3 PM before we knew it. We found a taxi parked by the roadside waiting for passengers. We originally wanted to take the Alishan Forest Railway, but the taxi driver said that the train either had already left or we wouldn't make it in time. Therefore, he was willing to take us to Alishan for a few hundred yuan each.

Because I thought the train ran a few times an hour, I was a little suspicious and thought the driver was trying to scam me. So I took Wenwen to a more distant main road to flag down another taxi, and the driver said the same thing. So Wenwen and I had no choice but to get in the car and let him take us up the mountain.

On the way up Alishan, Wenwen and I sat together in the back seat. Since I was looking at the scenery along the mountain road, I didn't pay attention to Wenwen. So after more than an hour, perhaps because the mountain road was too winding, Wenwen, who hadn't said anything, suddenly turned her head and looked at me with a pained expression. Then she said in a completely different tone, "...Do you have any plastic bags?"

I suddenly realized what was going on and asked her in alarm, "Are you carsick?!"

Wenwen nodded, her whole face scrunched up like she had just eaten a bitter melon.

I frantically searched my travel bag for a plastic bag, but since I hadn't anticipated this situation, I obviously didn't have an empty one.

Just as I was wondering what to do, the driver quickly opened the small glove compartment in the front seat and took out a plastic bag for Wenwen. He seemed experienced, knowing it was best to proactively provide plastic bags for passengers on this trip; otherwise, his beloved car, which he relied on for his livelihood, might suffer from this oversight.

Sure enough, Wenwen was carsick. She quickly vomited into the bag, bringing up all sorts of strange and gruesome semi-liquid food. Afterwards, she wiped her mouth with the tissue I gave her, closed her eyes, and lay weakly against me, barely alive.

I nervously sealed the plastic bag containing vomit tightly, ready to reopen it and let Wenwen vomit again if she wanted to.

Wenwen vomited again. The driver, seeing us, kindly gave me some green oil and told me to apply it to Wenwen's philtrum and temples, and massage it in. Then, curiously, he asked in Taiwanese Mandarin, "We're almost there... Are you a couple?"

I didn't know how to answer at first, but seeing how sick Wenwen was, I didn't want to waste time arguing with him, so I simply said, "She's my wife, and we're going on our honeymoon."

The driver looked a little surprised and said, "Your wife looks so young."

I was startled by his comment and quickly lied, "She's just 16 years old, and we just got our marriage certificate a few days ago."

The driver just said in Taiwanese Mandarin, "Such a young couple, congratulations, congratulations," and then focused on driving.

I remember it took us more than two hours to reach a medium-sized hotel in Alishan. Since it wasn't a holiday, we quickly rented a double room and helped Wenwen into the room. She was probably still vomiting, because she groaned for a short while after lying down on the bed before falling asleep.

I could only stay by her side and take care of her, watching TV quietly out of boredom.

Since Wenwen was sleeping very soundly and wouldn't wake up for a while, she didn't seem to need much care anymore. So, I went out to buy dinner that evening—some fried food—hoping to quickly replenish her lost calories, and also to look around.

After about an hour, I returned to the hotel with my fried dinner, intending to give Wenwen to eat when she woke up. I opened the door and saw the room was brightly lit, with the sound of running water in the bathroom; Wenwen must have already woken up.

As I was about to lock the door again, besides the sound of running water from the bathroom next to the door, I immediately heard her calling my name: "Brother?"

I was about to respond, but then I remembered that she was awake and could shower by herself, and her voice sounded normal, which meant she was alright and probably ready to make love with me—it was our honeymoon, after all. So I deliberately chuckled and didn't answer, leaving the door a crack to create a false impression. I ran to the central light switch and turned off all the lights, plunging the room into complete darkness. I started to take off all my clothes and put on a condom, making my penis erect.

Then Wenwen called me again, sounding puzzled, but I still didn't answer. Soon after, I heard the sound of fabric rubbing together in the bathroom; Wenwen must have been wrapping herself in a towel.

When she called me again, I took the opportunity to turn off the bathroom light, and she suddenly screamed in fright.

I stood quietly by the bathroom door, motionless, chuckling mischievously to myself, preparing to pounce on her from behind as soon as she entered the room.

"Brother, stop fooling around, it's not fun at all."

A minute or two later, the bathroom door clicked open, and I became even more nervous, eagerly anticipating my prank on her.

Wenwen seemed to peek out first, finding the room completely dark, and then called me several more times.

I still didn't respond. Then I heard her slowly walk out of the bathroom. She must have noticed the door to the room, less than fifty centimeters from the bathroom door, was slightly ajar, so she went over to peek, and then I heard her close the door again.

Then, probably because the room was completely dark and the lights were off, she found it strange and started calling me again and came in, probably to turn the lights back on. She

continued calling me after entering the room, and without noticing me hiding near the wall, she walked right past me, seemingly heading towards the central control switch next to the TV.

When I heard Wenwen walk past me and reach my right front, I chuckled and lunged at her waist, successfully embracing her from behind, and heard her scream.

Just as Wenwen was about to resist in fear, I immediately used all my strength to drag her to the bedside and pin her down.

Her upper body was on the bed, but her lower body was still dangling off the floor.

It was such a stupid thing to do, and I regret it so much now. I was so childish back then, I went too far. No wonder Wenwen once said I was even more childish than her, that I had no sense of propriety…

Wenwen, clinging to a last glimmer of hope, called me "brother," hoping for a response. But I didn't; instead, I deliberately acted roughly. Only then did Wenwen seem to give up, believing it was an intruder. She started screaming loudly and tried to push me away with her hands. I pressed my upper body down on hers, quickly pulling her hands to the headboard to restrain them. Sure enough, I felt she was only wearing a towel;

she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I immediately squeezed my legs between her kicking thighs, ignoring her terrified screams, and forcefully spread her legs apart. Wenwen screamed again.

My left hand remained on her hands, while my right hand quickly pulled up the towel that might be obstructing her view of me, and I began searching for her vaginal opening with my penis.

Since I knew the location of Wenwen's vagina very well, even in complete darkness, it wasn't difficult; it didn't take long.

Wenwen must have realized that I, this bad man, was trying to enter her body and was looking for a spot, so she became even more nervous, her ordinary cries turning into screams: "Please!! No!!" and she began to sway her hips from side to side, trying to stop me from entering. I have no doubt that she must have thought I was a bad man trying to rape her, which is why she was so scared.

At that time, her hips were moving from side to side, making it really difficult for me to enter, so I had to use all my strength plus my right hand to press down tightly, and her hips were finally unable to move and be fixed.

My penis quickly reached the entrance of her vagina, and the girl I was suppressing immediately felt it and screamed in panic.

I deliberately did not enter immediately, just let the glans of my penis rest on the entrance of her vagina. After about ten seconds, Wenwen probably realized that I was not going to do anything further, and thought that I, this bad man, could still be reasonable, so she stopped resisting, calmed herself down, and said in a trembling voice: "Please... no... my husband went to buy dinner and will be back soon... I will give you any amount of money you want... don't hurt me..."

At that moment, I was really heartbroken, and I almost laughed out loud. Wenwen only had a little over a thousand yuan on her. The twenty thousand yuan she withdrew this morning was all with me, and there were only tens of thousands left in her savings account. If the bad guys demanded hundreds of thousands of yuan, where would she get that much money? Plus, wouldn't the bad guys rob her of both her money and her virtue? And she had just been calling me "brother," would the bad guys believe her? Moreover, I left while she was unconscious, how would she know I went to buy dinner and would be back soon?

But at least, in this critical moment, she was still courageous and calmly tried to extricate herself from danger and the crisis of her chastity.

Wenwen kept telling me that she no longer resisted, but her body had begun to tremble with fear, like a frightened kitten. This feeling went straight to my heart, and I really wanted to cherish her.

I deliberately pulled my penis away from her vaginal opening, no longer touching her body. After a few seconds, Wenwen thought I, this bastard, had heard her plea, so she started to say with a glimmer of hope, "My money is in the little bag on the table..." Then I heard her trembling as she said she would leave if I gave her the money, and wouldn't tell the police or anything... But I was just deliberately trying to scare her, and as if hesitating, I would lightly touch the head of my penis to her vaginal opening, then move it away, repeating this.

Every time the head of my penis touched her vaginal opening, Wenwen couldn't help but let out a muffled groan of fear, still nervously saying the same thing, begging me not to hurt her.

I had been deliberately ignoring her, but soon I put my penis back against her vaginal opening, making Wenwen groan nervously. She must have thought I would withdraw my penis quickly this time, and she was about to beg me not to hurt her again, but I began to insert it into her vagina. Wenwen immediately felt it and began to moan, "Ugh---!!"

My penis was fully inside her vagina, feeling tighter than usual, probably because all the muscles in her buttocks were tense.

Wenwen tried to resist again, but because her body and hands were tightly restrained by me, and her legs couldn't kick me even if she moved them wildly, her resistance was limited. She could only keep begging and shouting for me to stop, but I ignored her and thrust in and out forcefully. With each thrust, she screamed "Ah!" as if it was in a lot of pain.

After a few thrusts, suddenly, I heard a very clear "plop" sound, which surprised me so much that I stopped completely.

A few seconds later, another "plop" sound came, and I began to smell a faint grain odor.

A few seconds later, another "plop" sound.

Wenwen's buttocks started making regular "plop" sounds every five to ten seconds, and her body and voice trembled as she begged me to stop and pleaded for my mercy.

Finally, I broke the silence and said, "Wenwen? Did you fart because you were scared?" I removed my left hand from her hands and stopped pressing down on her body.

Wenwen must have recognized my voice and, seeing that I was no longer controlling her, suddenly froze, no longer screaming or resisting.

For those few seconds, the room was truly quiet, dark and eerily quiet.

I had expected that after calling her "Wenwen," she would recognize me and unleash her furious "wildcat punches" as revenge, but instead, Wenwen suddenly collapsed onto the bed as if completely exhausted. Then, I heard a faint, increasingly piercing cry coming from the darkness.

I remember everything that happened that day very clearly. I was completely panicked and could only frantically ask her, "Wenwen? What's wrong?"

Asking that was incredibly stupid; I knew without even thinking what was wrong, but I truly didn't know what else to say.

She didn't answer me, just lay on the bed crying intermittently.

I knew I'd gone too far with my joke and caused a huge mess, so I panicked and quickly pulled away from her, frantically running to turn on all the lights.

I remember this scene clearly, and it pains me deeply. Because of my resistance, Wenwen's hair was disheveled and her towel was rumpled, and she lay on the bed, crying.

I rushed to her side, only able to reach out and stroke her crying face, saying, "Don't cry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just wanted to play a prank, don't be afraid..."

She slapped my hand away, crying as she stood up on the floor beside the bed, not caring that the towel covering her body had slipped to the floor, leaving her completely naked, just wiping her tears as she walked back to the bathroom.

I followed her anxiously and fearfully, but she pushed me forcefully out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut, leaving me with no choice but to stay inside.

I went back to the bed, bent down to pick up the towel from the floor, and walked back to the bathroom door, standing there with a guilty conscience, listening to the crying coming from inside…

Gently, I knocked on the door, calling her name. Amidst the intermittent sobs, I finally heard her angry shouts. This was truly the first time she had ever yelled at me so angrily:

“Did you think this was funny?! Do you know how scared I was just now?! How much it hurt?! I really thought I was being raped by a bad guy!! And I was so afraid I would be killed!!”

Yes, I will always regret what happened that day. I was such an idiot. From then on, I never played such a cruel prank on her again…

Chapter 72:

There's not much to say about those few days…

The beauty of Alishan is hazy.

Standing in the forest, seeing the endless ages of these trees, I, as a human being, finally understood the brevity of my own life.

As the sun rose from the side of Jade Mountain, bringing a new beginning to this land, I thought again of the heartbreaking things I did last night—my immature actions that hurt Wenwen.

For a time, when facing my younger sister Wenwen, I tried to distinguish whether what I felt in my heart was love or lust.

I gradually realized that this is a very difficult thing to distinguish, or perhaps impossible.

After all, men are creatures of desire, and also creatures who crave to be loved…

I keep asking myself, over and over again, day after day, year after year, why does society oppose people related by blood being together?

In ancient Egypt, marriage between siblings was not taboo; having children was a natural part of the continuation of life.

Is it because modern eugenics warns against having children with problems?

If, in a few decades or even centuries, the human genome is fully decoded and science can control everything, will this still be an immoral sin?

We haven't harmed anyone, we haven't endangered society, we haven't tried to change the world, but we will never see the sunlight, simply because we are siblings…

For many years, standing behind Wenwen, smelling her faint fragrance emanating from her shoulders, her neck, her hair, her entire body, I always felt an indescribable urge to hug her tightly.

But I couldn't…

because I knew it was a sinful call,

an embrace that burned endlessly in the fires of hell…

Do you believe in fortune telling?

Western astrology and Chinese Zi Wei Dou Shu are essentially the same, using birth time to predict a person's life fortune and actions.

Those who believe in fortune-telling usually believe in fatalism, in the predetermined nature of fate, and in the immutability of the timeline…

“In time and space, all actions are in vain,”

Einstein said. Perhaps this is why he could endure unimaginable suffering and face the final agony of his life with equanimity.

Jesus said, “Peter, I tell you, before the rooster crows today, you will say three times that you do not know me.”

It was precisely because Jesus was a believer in fate that He chose to stand on the cross to bear the sins of all people.

But did He bear the sins of me?

I believe not, because I have always suffered so much, because I am His eternal sinner, unworthy of forgiveness…

Therefore, I will always believe in the existence of God…

The Bible says, “God does not listen to sinners, but to those who worship him and do his will.”

But I believe even more that He is not the God of any particular religion, nor does He have a specific form, but He will always be there, watching over all people until the last day.

As a believer in God, on many cold nights, I could only lie under the covers, crying helplessly, calling out His name with my soul.

I was so afraid—afraid of this world, afraid of the unknown future, afraid of everything I couldn't accept. So I could only choose to change everything, seeking the gates of heaven in purgatory, just so that Wenwen could enter the glorious heaven…

because she will always be my only goddess…

"O Joyful Goddess, holy and beautiful, shines with a thousand rays of light upon the earth. All spirits, filled with fiery passion, enter into the kingdom. Divine power can reunite the world. All spirits, with supreme majesty, have made all sufferings a thing of the past. Whoever gives faithful faith and follows the commands of the gods will surely receive loving protection and gather in the kingdom of the gods. All living beings share joy in this beautiful kingdom. All should come to worship, to worship the loving gods. Go quickly to the kingdom to find Him, He is in the holy kingdom…"

Even if fate always cruelly knocks on the door, even if a life is filled with unimaginable suffering, in the music of the Ode to Joy, Beethoven has always been immortalized with this song, finding eternal liberation.

But what about me?

Perhaps only Wenwen could save me…

For those two days, Wenwen still held my hand intimately, but no matter what I said, she just ignored me and gave a few perfunctory replies, making me regretful and sad.

Then, she finally forgave me, as she had done countless times before, saving me again…

“I was really angry, but…” Wenwen smiled brightly, “Brother is still the only person I can rely on…”

Did you two ever love each other so deeply?

Willing to live for each other, willing to die for each other, willing to endure countless torments for each other, willing to step into the fires of hell?

Having already stepped into hell, I believe that in true purgatory, there are no evil people, only loneliness.

When God no longer gives any light from heaven, and even the devil is unwilling to torment you, that is true hell…

After our short honeymoon with Wenwen, having tasted all the flavors of life, we returned to our home in Taipei. We were more like a real couple, sleeping together every night.

I increasingly felt that life is an endless waltz, full of dazzling and magnificent scenery, and the illusions and unreality hidden behind it.

Despite my strength and courage in facing challenges, I am forever afraid of loneliness, so I must find the courage to persevere.

I cannot bear the thought of being without my beloved sister and wife by my side, so I must be stronger than usual, bravely facing everything until the day my fragile heart can no longer bear it.

The protagonist in Stone Leroux's novels, in order to protect and possess his lover forever, ultimately becomes the bloodthirsty Freak of the Opera. And when that day comes, what will I become?

Lord, I cry out your name from the deepest depths of purgatory…

Because I attend night school, I usually don't get home until after 11 pm.

One day after school, a group of classmates dragged me to the night market area between Yanping Road and Taipei Bridge in Taipei for a late-night snack. It was a friend's birthday; he's always been a nice guy, and it was a rare opportunity to get together, plus we were about to graduate and go our separate ways, so I happily went along.

Nothing much happened—just classmates getting together, ordering some snacks, a few bottles of Taiwanese beer, and chatting idly. I remember hearing some of my lecherous friends confidently declare, "I must have a girlfriend before I join the army," or "I must lose my virginity before I join the army," which made me smile involuntarily…

I didn't mean to mock them; it just felt like they came from completely different worlds.

Young friends who are still virgins often have many fantastical fantasies about sex, and with hormones raging, their minds are easily filled with such thoughts. But after actually having experience, they quickly realize that sex is just like that, and they stop thinking about it.

Yes, you might say we say this because we've had experience. But frankly, sex really is just like that, especially when a couple has argued and the man tries to make up by half-pushing, half-forcing the woman into bed; at that moment, masturbation feels much more satisfying.

If I could turn back time, I would rather not have ended my first time with Wenwen in that wrong and regrettable way that night, but instead find a good opportunity to spend it with her again, to have a real wedding night…

But perhaps, without that night, there would be no today. Who can know all this?

Happy times with friends always fly by. I glanced at my watch and realized it was almost 2 a.m., and the restaurant owner was already preparing to close up shop. I told my friends, and we all left, ending our joyful dinner.

It was almost 2:30 when I finally got home and was surprised to find the living room lights still on.

As soon as I stepped inside, I was astonished to see Wenwen lying face down on the sofa, fast asleep.

She must have waited for me until she fell asleep, seeing that I hadn't come home by 11 p.m.…

Looking at her, I felt both reluctant to leave and adored by her actions. Her sleeping face was always so peaceful and innocent, often making me want to reach out and pinch her little cheeks…

I quietly walked over, knelt down in front of her, and gently brushed a few strands of hair from her cheek.

Wenwen didn't react, still fast asleep.

So I gently leaned over and kissed her cheek, and she slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

"Sleeping Beauty, you'll catch a cold sleeping here."

"...Brother! Where did you go?!"

Wenwen quickly sat up on the sofa, her mind not fully awake, and her mouth preemptively began questioning my whereabouts.

"A group of us went to celebrate a friend's birthday."

She looked at the clock on the wall behind her through my side.

"You didn't get home until 2:30, why didn't you call me first?"

"Because I thought you were already asleep or about to go to sleep, so I didn't plan to call and wake you."

"Brother, do you know how worried I was? I kept thinking you had suddenly been in a car accident or something, that's why you couldn't tell me!"

Worried about me having a car accident and still asleep? I almost joked that to her then, but thankfully I didn't, I just remained silent, otherwise, who knows what might have happened.

Then, Wenwen must have smelled my scent, or the scent of my voice, because she brought her nose closer to mine and sniffed like a puppy: "Brother, you've been drinking?!" "

It was a dinner party, I did have a few beers..."

Wenwen looked at me without saying a word, her expression completely cold. After about ten seconds, she walked into the hallway alone to go back to her room.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a strange unease rising in my heart, a chill running down my spine. If she was unhappy, I really couldn't understand why she was unhappy.

If it was because I wasn't telling her I'd be late, I had already explained that I didn't know she would be waiting for me in the living room.

If it was because I was coming back so late, well, there was nothing I could do; dinner parties are never supposed to end that quickly.

Anyway, I quickly turned off the living room light and obediently followed her into her room, watching her get into bed, turn her back to me, pull the covers tight, and lie down to sleep.

Since our honeymoon, we'd always slept like this, either in my room or hers, so after taking off my school uniform, wearing only a thin top and athletic pants as pajamas, I also pulled up the covers and lay down behind her.

Lying beside her, holding her close, Wenwen still didn't say a word. Although I wanted to say something to cheer her up, perhaps due to the alcohol, and the warmth of the blankets, and holding Wenwen's warm body, I couldn't resist falling asleep quickly...

The next morning, I was sound asleep when Wenwen shook me awake. She told me she was going to school, and said things like not to waste money on things—things only a haggard housewife would say. I felt relieved that her mood had improved, so I hugged her fragrant blankets and went back to sleep.

That evening, when I came home from school, I found all the lights were off. I assumed Wenwen had gone to her room to sleep, so I went to her room, but the door was open, and Wenwen wasn't there.

This was truly the first time Wenwen hadn't told me where she was going, and it was already past 11 pm and she still hadn't come home. I waited another half hour, and it was almost midnight, but she still hadn't returned.

I really wanted to go out and look for her, but I didn't know where she was, and I was afraid that if I went out, something might have happened to her outside, and she might be calling me for help, so I didn't dare go out. But I gradually began to think that Wenwen was probably doing it on purpose, because of what happened last night. Anyway, I was really worried and angry that night...

I suddenly realized that if she really wanted to upset me, where could a girl like her stay so late? I could only think of her two old friends...

I quickly found Wanru and Xuefeng's home phone numbers in the phone book on Wenwen's desk. I didn't care that it was midnight and dialed them. After all, Wenwen was my life, and everything else was secondary. If I had any complaints, I could just take a number and wait my turn.

When the call connected, their parents weren't very happy because I, a guy, was calling their precious daughter at midnight. But I explained to them anxiously, and they kindly woke them up and transferred the call to Wanru and Xuefeng.

"Please, if Wenwen has contacted you, tell her to contact me immediately. I'm really worried about a girl not coming home this late,"

Wanru said with concern. She said she would definitely make Wenwen contact me if she had. Xuefeng, on the other hand, coldly said she would tell Wenwen, seemingly indifferent, and then hung up.

Besides that, the round, chubby Wanru in my memory also asked me with a grin, "Did you and Wenwen have a fight?"

She seemed curious about other couples' arguments. Although asking at this crucial moment didn't make me happy, I knew she meant no harm, so I simply answered no.

I was really unhappy because I felt Wenwen was unhappy but didn't tell me, and today she was deliberately putting me through this.

I waited anxiously, initially intending to wait until after 1 a.m. if she still hadn't come home, I decided to call every number in Wenwen's phone book to ask. Finally, at 12:30 a.m., Wenwen opened the living room door and came in.

Seeing her, I was initially relieved, then angrily asked, "Wenwen, where are you going?!"

Wenwen had anticipated my reaction, so she calmly took off her shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet before slowly telling me, "I took the bus to Ximending for my elementary school reunion dinner, but I couldn't catch the bus."

"Why didn't you write a note or call me after school to let me know? I could have come pick you up."

"I was already on the bus, how could I have a call?"

"Do you know how worried I was?! What if something happened to a girl out so late?"

"Are you angry, brother?" She smiled. "I did it on purpose, so you'd know how worried I was waiting for you until 2 a.m."

Wenwen really understood me; she knew that only by letting me experience that kind of anxiety firsthand would I truly reflect on my actions.

However, this method was a bit too...

Just as I was about to say something, the phone rang. It rang for a while, and Wenwen and I remained silent, so it kept ringing. Finally, Wenwen couldn't resist and answered the phone, then spoke to the person on the other end with a hint of surprise.

I only heard Wenwen talking about her elementary school reunion, waiting for the bus, just like she had explained to me earlier, explaining why she was back so late, before apologizing and hanging up.

"Brother, did you call Xuefeng?"

I was genuinely surprised to hear Wenwen say it was Xuefeng who called, because I hadn't expected her to care, but she had proactively called to inquire.

"I asked her to contact me as soon as possible if she hears anything about you."

"Who else did you call, brother?"

"Wanru, that's all."

The phone rang again, and Wenwen answered. Sure enough, it was Wanru calling. Wenwen started explaining and apologizing in the same way, then hung up.

Chapter 73

Do you know what it feels like to hug Wenwen?

Like a warm pillow, or a soft quilt, filled with countless tender flowers. Usually, it only exudes a faint fragrance, but when you hug her tightly, countless petals and fragrant powder will scatter out.

In the past, when we dined at restaurants in other cities, we would sit facing each other at a two-person table. Wenwen would sit opposite me, using her slender fingers to manipulate chopsticks to pick up vegetables and bring them to her cherry-red lips. Her eyes would occasionally glance around cleverly, like an adorable kitten.

People often say that women are made of water. Watching her sweater cling tightly to her body, rising and falling with her breath, full and elastic, delicate and fragile, like being filled with clear liquid, or like a ripe and delicious fruit, it really wasn't wrong.

The most alluring thing about young girls is their innocence; and Wenwen not only possesses the innocence of a young girl, but also a subtle sensuality of a mature woman. I couldn't help but think, having a sister like Wenwen as a wife would be wonderful…

“Brother, don't keep looking at me…” she would always say with a shy smile, and I would take the opportunity to shower her with attention. That night was sure to be a passionate one for us.

Couples often have secret codes to hint at what they want that night; married people understand this. I usually hint like this, or I'd ask her if she wanted to come to my room to sleep together. Usually, unless Wenwen was menstruating or it was too late, she would shyly agree.

That night, to let me experience the pain of waiting for someone to come home, she deliberately didn't tell me where she was going and came home late, making me feel the same anxiety. I wanted to scold her, but then I felt I had made a mistake first, and with her smiling at me the whole time, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I could only comfort myself by thinking that she had come home safe and sound.

I must admit, Wenwen has always been more tactful and mature than me, adept at influencing my actions and changing my habits and thoughts. As Ding Zhong aptly put it in a private letter, "A wife is like a second mother," and Wenwen, perhaps knowing me too well, always manages to change me without upsetting me, often ending up making her both angry and crying.

"Is brother angry?" Wenwen asked tentatively with a smile.

"Not anymore,"

I replied helplessly. Wenwen then approached me, kissed me on the cheek, said goodnight, and went to her room. I locked the front door, turned off the living room light, and only then followed her in, feeling completely at ease. I was truly exhausted from tonight's events. Wenwen had already changed into her t-shirt and pajamas and was sitting at her desk, combing her hair in front of a small mirror.

"...Brother actually called Xuefeng and Wanru."

"I was so worried, and I thought you might be going to their place, so I called."

Wenwen didn't say anything, so I pulled up the folded quilt beside the bed, lay down on her fragrant single bed, and asked her, "Is the class reunion a dinner? Or karaoke?"

"It's a buffet. But the food at that restaurant isn't good."

She put down the comb, turned off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp on, and then I pulled the quilt up to lie deeper. Wenwen snuggled into my arms, just like many nights we'd shared a bed.

In the quiet, feeling each other's body temperature, we didn't speak, and just drifted off to sleep together...

The next morning, around seven o'clock, while I was still sound asleep, something earth-shattering happened.

Wenwen's shrill scream immediately woke me up, as if some murder had occurred. I had just woken up and was still confused about what had happened when I heard several screams, followed by the sound of several iron pots crashing to the ground in the kitchen.

I quickly scrambled out of bed and rushed to the kitchen, thinking that Wenwen had been hit by one of the pots on the cabinet. But no, as soon as Wenwen saw me, she ran over and hid behind me.

"Cockroaches!! Huge cockroaches!! They were about to fly onto me!! And now they've flown into the cabinet to hide!!"

It turned out that flying cockroaches had launched a bombardment attack on Wenwen; no wonder she was so terrified. And those pots that had fallen were probably all smashed down by Wenwen with all her might. Because I didn't want the cockroaches to escape, the glass window on the cabinet was still closed.

I breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the pots scattered everywhere, wondering what to do, when Wenwen rushed to the living room and then ran back, holding cockroach spray. Seeing me appear, Wenwen seemed less panicked, as if I were her backup. She started to show a hint of murderous intent, a "I'll fight you to the death!" kind of attitude.

Suddenly, I thought of my friend's cat and dog, who would fiercely attack cockroaches, catching them and then brutally maiming them, leaving a bloody mess of white bodily fluids splattering everywhere… While Wenwen is indeed a cat, I doubted she'd go that far. She wouldn't even dare touch a cockroach, let alone kill it with her own hands.

Sure enough, she shoved the insecticide into my hand, telling me the cockroach was still hiding in the cabinet and that I should deal with it.

I stepped forward, slightly opened the glass window, and peeked inside. Goodness, the cockroach was huge, over five centimeters long, hiding deep in a corner of the cabinet, its two antennae still twitching. It was probably making a search and reconnaissance check, but I don't know what its 20d+2 dice roll was. I'm pretty sure its previous hide skill check was a complete failure.

I'm not afraid of cockroaches, at least not compared to the weird cat Wenwen, but seeing its appearance, I couldn't help but be affected by the cockroach monster's innate "cockroach aura," and my resolve began to waver, almost succumbing to panic. Luckily, I have the Iron Will +2 check that Wenwen doesn't have, so I easily rolled a high number and survived.

Carefully, I inserted the cockroach spray nozzle into the cabinet, unleashing 1d20 and 2d20 ranged attacks and damage, and closed the glass window to create a completely sealed space. Faced with the long-range, fierce attack of the cockroach killer, the cockroach monster had many dice roll bonus options: Alertness, Perseverance, Blind Fighting, Evasion, Battle Reflexes, Enhanced Tenacity, Quick Reflexes, Flying Attack, Offense as Defense, Master of Charge, Master of Fatal Attack, Master of First Strike, Master of Obstruction...etc., but the fact that it hid in its own little cabinet space meant that its fate was sealed.

Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief, because the cockroach monster's fate was clearly to be poisoned, then suffer 2d6 damage per turn until someone cured it or it died... Of course, Wenwen and I were definitely not going to cure it, so all we could do was send Wenwen, the monster cat, to cat school while I waited quietly for a few hours, then opened the window to scavenge our spoils: "One dead cockroach." Perhaps some mage would need it as a spellcasting material and buy it from us someday...

By noon, I had cleaned up the battlefield. Since school had started only half-day classes, she should be home by now, so I waited for her in the living room, planning to go out for lunch together. I

vividly remember that day when the living room door opened, she didn't come back alone, but with Wanru and Xuefeng. Because I thought Xuefeng no longer wanted to talk to Wenwen, I never expected the two of them to appear together.

It was definitely because I was anxiously waiting for Wenwen's condition last night that I finally changed their minds.

Wenwen, all smiles, told me they were staying at our house that afternoon, and I busied myself getting out all the cookies, candies, and cakes to serve them.

Xuefeng, still quite blunt with me, had barely sat down on the sofa when he immediately asked, "You really love Wenwen, don't you?"

Wanru, sitting beside me, smiled and eagerly awaited my answer. Wenwen had already sat back down next to me, quietly waiting for my reply.

Suddenly, I felt like a prisoner being interrogated, a little uncomfortable, so I simply nodded in response.

The round, chubby, and kind Wanru smiled and said, "That's right. Last night, you sounded very anxious, like you were going crazy because Wenwen went missing. It made me very anxious too. How could I not like Wenwen?"

"We've been deliberately ignoring Wenwen for the past few months, but if you two really like each other that much, then I can't stop you. However, while I can accept your love for Wenwen, you still can't do anything inappropriate to her,"

Xuefeng said directly and decisively, leaving no room for negotiation, which only made me want to laugh more. Besides, Wenwen and I are already husband and wife. She has no idea and still naively believes that our love is pure. Indeed, a young girl's heart is always poetic.

Or perhaps, she did have a guess, but she simply couldn't bear such a thing happening around her, so she could only keep deceiving herself with this.

“We’re going shopping in Ximending later, do you want to come along, brother? And protect Wenwen while you’re at it,”

Wanru said with a smile. Xuefeng didn’t say anything, so I could only nod and go out with them.

In Ximending, Wenwen held my arm tightly the whole time. Wanru watched with envy, while Xuefeng chose to ignore her. But at least, it was the first time I felt the light of heaven and a sense of liberation.

Anyway, from that day on, Wenwen resumed her good friendship with Wanru and Xuefeng, until high school, when we went to different schools, and our friendship gradually faded, and we rarely kept in touch. This was also the first time my relationship with Wenwen was acknowledged by friends I knew. Although several close friends found out over the years, they struggled to distance themselves from us for a while before accepting it, but that always moved me just as much…

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