[Urban] The Housekeeper's Secret (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 42

After seeing Liu Yu off, Sister Du sat alone on the sofa, staring motionless at the check in her hands. The bath towel draped over her body was once again soaked with sweat. Her body trembled as she looked at the number on the check. Although she still possessed a certain charm, her youth was long gone. Running the bar provided her with a comfortable life, but the amount Liu Yu had casually signed was equivalent to a whole year's income for her. She couldn't believe what kind of life that young girl from back then was living now. But what terrified her even more was the look in Liu Yu's eyes. That look was so familiar, a look that had left deep scars on her heart like a nightmare. Scenes she thought she had long forgotten flashed through her mind like a movie, a fear that pierced to the depths of her soul jolting her. Without thinking, she crumpled the check in her hand into a ball, unable to bear the thought any longer.

Back when she was already a well-known professional queen in the industry, the eldest sister was just starting out. Inexperienced and naive, she was harassed by several submissives. Sister Du, a fellow townsman, used her connections to help her resolve the situation. The eldest sister always remembered this and maintained a close relationship with her. However, within two years, the eldest sister rose to become one of the top queens in the country. Her loyal slaves switched allegiance to her, becoming her devoted followers. This made her the target of jealousy and hatred from many other queens. Seeing their hard-earned empire gradually being devoured by the eldest sister, they resented her rising fame and the loss of their business. They conspired to frame her and successfully sent her to prison, an incident that caused a huge uproar in the industry. Just when they thought they had gotten rid of this thorn in their side, after her release, the eldest sister found herself surrounded by an even more formidable opponent: Xie Liuyu. Together, they founded the club. With the eldest sister's wisdom and Liu Yu's ruthless methods, they quickly made a comeback and reclaimed their lost ground. They retaliated against those queens who had framed the eldest sister, causing them to be either disgraced, disfigured, or tragically killed—none of them ultimately met a good end. Out of gratitude for the past favors, the eldest sister spared Sister Du, allowing her to continue in the industry. This incident dealt a heavy blow to Sister Du, and she soon left the industry to get married.

Even she herself had to admit that tonight's events were less about being tempted by money and more about her deep fear of Liu Yu.

Half a month later, the "Blue Makeup Enchantress" bar suddenly announced a temporary closure.

Without the backdrop of the dim blue lights, the quaint and old building, surrounded by brightly lit skyscrapers, looked like a dilapidated building waiting to be demolished, extremely inconspicuous. As night approached, a white van drove up from a distance and stopped in front of the bar. Sister Du had been waiting at the entrance for a long time and immediately went to greet it when it came to a stop.

"Carry it in!"

Liu Yu got out of the passenger seat and directed several people from the back seat to carry two tightly sealed large sacks out of the car and into the bar through the small door.

"This... will it work? I think..."

At this crucial moment, Sister Du hesitated and had second thoughts.

"Don't worry, it'll be foolproof!"

Liu Yu didn't look at her, coldly tossing out a sentence and walking straight inside.

The entire bar hall was empty, with a huge X-shaped iron frame standing in the center of the dance floor. Although it was still shrouded in blue lights, it lacked the usual decadent and ambiguous atmosphere, and had a touch of eeriness and restlessness.

"Bang!"

As the sound of the iron door closing and locking came from outside, two women opened one of the sacks and dragged out Xia Yan, who was covered in wounds and naked, to the iron frame and secured her to it. Approaching Xia Yan, the stark contrast between her frail, broken body and her delicate, pretty face caused even Sister Du to frown, unable to bear the sight. She could only shake her head and turn away.

"Who exactly is she…?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Just focus on your own business."

"Sigh!"

Sister Du sighed. There was no turning back now; the future was up to fate.

"Miss, do you like it here?"

Liu Yu gracefully walked to Xia Yan's side, reaching out to lift her drooping head, staring into her eyes. "Look here, the fragrance is wonderful, the lighting is enchanting. Compared to that prison cell, I think you'd prefer it here."

Her gentle tone contrasted sharply with the cold glint in her eyes, sending a shiver down one's spine.

"You… what… are you going to do?"

"Miss, don't be afraid. You've had a hard time these past few days. Tonight, I've specially prepared a little entertainment for you, to help you relax and bring some joy to everyone."

"You…"

Xia Yan looked at Liu Yu, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

"I specially chose this place for your performance tonight. I guarantee it will be an unforgettable experience, one that will thrill you for life, hehe!"

With that, Liu Yu waved her hand, and the woman obeyed, opening another sack. The sack remained still. The Queen kicked it, and it swayed twice, its surface rippling as if something was wriggling inside. Sure enough, a head quickly emerged from the sack—a young man's head, short hair, a high nose, and a handsome face, though his lips were cracked and his skin deathly pale.

A moment later, the man dragged his naked body out of the sack, his strong frame covered in dark purple welts. He knelt silently at the woman's feet.

"Miss, do you recognize him?"

"Uh?"

Xia Yan turned her gaze to the man. In the dim light, his head was lowered, obscuring his face.

At Liu Yu's signal, the woman used the tip of her shoe to hook the man's chin and lift his face. A beam of light shone on the man's face, clearly revealing his features.

Upon seeing his face, Xia Yan instantly lost her composure and disdain; surprise and fear filled her almost frozen face, her eyes gleaming with near-madness. "Xu...Xu Song, is that you? Xu Song, how could you..." Hearing the name, the man showed

no reaction, simply staring blankly at them, his eyes devoid of any emotion. "Xu Song, it's me, Xia Yan! What's wrong? Don't you recognize me? Xu Song...Xu Song..."

"No, he's not Xu Song! He wouldn't not recognize me! Who is he? What do you want?"

"Haha, of course he's Xu Song! Who else could he be? Listen..."

"Xu Song!"

Liu Yu softly called the name, and the man suddenly trembled as if injected with excitement, barking "Woof! Woof!"

his eyes instantly filled with joy.

"Haha! Look, your good Xu Song doesn't recognize you anymore. He only listens to me now."

Liu Yu laughed proudly.

"How could this be? How could this be? No...no way..."

"Silly girl, do you think I don't know? You've been secretly seeing this man all this time, even telling him about our family, hoping he'd help you. But what happened? In the end, he still fell into my hands. Men are all like that. If I want, no one can escape my grasp. Look, Xu Song is now in my ideal state. Of course, I can give him to you. If you want, you can be together forever."

"No...no...Xu Song, I'm the one who ruined you, I'm the one who ruined you...ah!"

Tears welled up and soaked Xia Yan's face. It was the release of emotions that had been building up inside her for so long, a sudden, animalistic scream and howl filled with despair and pain at the impermanence of life.

"Don't be like this. You should be happy for him. Xu Song is happy now, without worries or attachments."

"Look!"

With a glance from Liu Yu, the woman holding Xu Song's hand kicked him aside. She lifted her skirt, revealing bulging underwear, and as she squatted down, she pulled it off. In the dim light, her underwear was obscured. Slowly, a stench emanated from her crotch, filling the enclosed air of the bar. When she stood up, a pile of yellow feces lay on the ground beneath her feet.

"You bastard!"

the woman yelled, half-squatting and sticking her buttocks out. Xu Song suddenly jumped up from the ground, shoving his head into the woman's crotch, burying his face between her plump buttocks. The sounds of licking came from between her legs, and the woman wore a blissful expression. After licking for about half a minute, the woman bent her right leg and gently kicked Xu Song's stomach. Xu Song immediately pulled his head out from between her legs, smacking his lips with obvious pleasure, yellow fecal matter smeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Go!"

Xu Song immediately pounced on the pile of feces like a vicious dog, stretching out his tongue to lick it into his mouth and chewing it greedily, his expression as if he were eating the most delicious food in the world. In such a short time, Xu Song had gone from an ordinary person to someone who could eat such a large pile of feces without feeling anything. It was unimaginable how much intense training and torture Liu Yu had inflicted on him during this period. While Xu Song was eating feces, the woman took out a large artificial sex toy from her bag, fixed it between her legs, and slowly walked behind Xu Song. With each step she took, the sex toy swayed up and down with her body, looking particularly jarring, like an incongruous little arm growing out of her body. The woman slowly squatted down, grabbed Xu Song's buttocks with both hands, and suddenly lifted him up, so that his buttocks were directly in front of her crotch. Then, she used one hand to adjust the penis and thrust it into Xu Song's anus.

"Ah!"

The sudden insertion of the penis tore through his anus caused Xu Song to let out a miserable scream. The mouthful of feces he hadn't swallowed was spat out with the scream, spraying the ground in front of him in a mess. The woman forcibly held down Xu Song's trembling body from the pain, rhythmically shaking her lower body back and forth, thrusting the penis in and out of Xu Song's anus. As the frequency of thrusting slowed, Xu Song's pain lessened somewhat, and he immediately tried to lean forward to continue licking the feces on the ground. Each time his tongue was about to touch the feces, the woman would suddenly pull him back, sending the feces flying. He could only continue his efforts, propelled by the woman's trembling body.

Finally, just as he successfully licked the feces back into his mouth, ready to enjoy it, the woman frantically increased the frequency and speed of her thrusts. The sudden, intense pain from this assault accumulated within Xu Song, culminating in a deep scream. In the darkness, specks of feces scattered like sprayed water droplets in the air, shimmering like starlight under the dim light—a beautiful sight.

Xia Yan couldn't bear to watch any longer. She had seen this scene far too often, but this time, it was the man who had once been closest to her heart. This unparalleled blow and stimulation was something no woman could endure. Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, she turned her head away, unable to bear witnessing the horrific scene before her. But each time she turned, a tremendous force compelled her to turn back and continue observing the unfolding spectacle.

"Look! Why aren't you watching? This is something I carefully prepared for you; I can't let my efforts go to waste!"

"Don't worry, there's more interesting stuff waiting for you. Tonight's performance will be quite spectacular."

Five minutes later, when the woman withdrew her penis, it was covered in a thin layer of blood. Xu Song, writhing in pain, finally collapsed to the ground, unable to move. "Sister Du!"

Liu Yu called out to Sister Du. Sister Du, who had been watching intently, suddenly snapped out of her daze, staring at Liu Yu in astonishment. Even with years of experience as a queen, the cruelty of what she was witnessing was something she had rarely seen before. She vaguely felt a tightness in her chest, and her lower body began to moisten. This long-lost feeling brought back memories of her glorious past, and she was momentarily lost in thought.

"Call them out!"

"Okay!"

Sister Du clapped her hands loudly a few times, and five or six tall, muscular, and handsome naked men emerged from the noisy inner room, standing in a line in front of her. They were all male escorts for this bar.

"Hmm, not bad!"

Liu Yu walked past them, scrutinizing them one by one, particularly satisfied with their muscular physiques and large penises. "Young men, I brought you here tonight to give you a special gift. This girl in front of you..."

Liu Yu straightened Xia Yan, who was tied to the iron frame, "Tonight she will be at your mercy. As long as you have fun and enjoy yourself, everyone will receive a reward. Not only that, whoever performs the best and excites her the most will receive a hefty reward." Liu Yu

stated a number, a number that excited all the men. Before Liu Yu could finish speaking, the men rushed towards Xia Yan like madmen.

By this time, their penises were already rock hard, and they were touching and pinching Xia Yan. One of the men, especially the one with the crew cut, even groped her anus and vulva. Xia Yan's resistance only resulted in deeper marks on her wrists and ankles. Xia Yan screamed, closed her eyes, and tried desperately to clench her legs to protect her private parts from further violation, but her legs were already spread apart and fixed to the iron frame. The chains tightly bound her neck, hands, and legs, leaving her unable to move. Humiliating tears flowed silently. The men pushed and shoved each other, refusing to give way, creating chaos. The crew-cut man seemed quite strong, shoving the other men aside: "Damn it, what are you fighting for? I haven't had any sex in days. I'm going to have some fun with her tonight. Don't you dare try to take her from me."

Touching Xia Yan's supple skin, he placed his hand between her legs, swallowed hard, and cleared his throat. "Hahaha, she's already this wet before anything's even started,"

he said, starting to lick and prod Xia Yan's vulva with his fingers. The other men also took the opportunity to grope other parts of Xia Yan's body. One man seized the opportunity to put his mouth to Xia Yan's nipple and suck on it vigorously, occasionally biting it with his teeth.

Under such play, Xia Yan's whole body was burning hot, tears wet her face, her cheeks and chest were flushed, and she was making cries, but her vagina was already overflowing with fluids...

A man went around to Xia Yan's back and squatted down, kneading Xia Yan's high buttocks forcefully with his hands. Xia Yan's round and full buttocks were like a big peach, and her pink vagina was tightly squeezed in that crevice. Under their play, it was already flowing with lustful fluids, and her crotch was wet. The man put one hand inside and spread her buttocks apart, and looking from behind, her vulva was completely exposed. The thick pubic hair was covered with glistening lustful fluids, and her labia were like an open mouth. The crew-cut man stood in front of Xia Yan, rubbing the head of his penis back and forth against her vulva. Xia Yan was powerless to resist the impending rape, and could only writhe her body, which only fueled the man's desire. With a forceful thrust, he penetrated her completely, his penis fully saccharifying her. Xia Yan cried out, "Ah!" The intense stimulation caused her head to tilt back, her eyes to close tightly, and two streams of tears to flow down her face. Despite the shame and anger, a surge of heat rapidly spread from her vagina throughout her body…

Being brutally penetrated and churned inside her vagina by a strange man, coupled with the immense humiliation of being chained, Xia Yan felt a surge of intense heat emanating from her vulva. Her body involuntarily twisted her hips to meet the man's thrusting penis, her vagina contracting tightly, gripping his shaft.

"Hehe, such a tight cunt, what a slut!"

the man chuckled lewdly, slapping Xia Yan's buttocks forcefully with his palm, as if riding a horse with swagger. After this "frenzied struggle," Xia Yan squinted her eyes, panting heavily. She had given up resisting, humiliatedly awaiting the impending storm.

The crew-cut man grabbed Xia Yan's plump buttocks and began to thrust wildly, his lower abdomen slamming violently against her vulva. He thrust for over ten minutes, his strong physique providing the strength he needed. In those ten minutes, Xia Yan was completely exhausted, her juices flowing freely, soaking their pubic hair and running down her thighs. Her body was utterly submerged in this humiliating intercourse. Suddenly, Xia Yan felt the penis inside her swell, pushing hard against her cervix. The man had finally ejaculated…

As the crew-cut man gave up, the other men rushed in, several penises thrusting into Xia Yan's vagina simultaneously. But things always have a first-come, first-served order. As one man seized the opportunity and inserted his penis directly into Xia Yan's vagina, the others quickly moved behind her, trying to take over another spot. Under the intense onslaught of two men, Xia Yan clenched her legs tightly, rubbing them together. The overwhelming pleasure almost caused her entire body to spasm, and a gush of heat erupted from her body.

The man who was thrusting into her looked incredulously at his crotch, which was now a mess of fluids. She had actually squirted… This only fueled his desire even more. He grabbed Xia Yan's legs and lifted them onto his arms, leaving her completely suspended in the air, her exposed genitals at the mercy of the men. However, Xia Yan no longer had the strength to struggle.

The recent orgasm had left Xia Yan's genitals still a mess. The crew-cut man was filled with regret; he had missed such a rare opportunity. And his penis, which had just ejaculated, was now erect again. At this moment, the man beneath Xia Yan turned his head and grinned at him, seemingly showing off his spoils. He then withdrew his already ejaculated penis and handed Xia Yan over to the other men. Another man immediately grabbed Xia Yan's breasts with both hands and forcefully thrust his penis into her vagina...

That night, muffled "oohs"

echoed in the bar, refusing to dissipate...

This gang rape and torture lasted for a whole week. Every night, Xia Yan had to endure hellish torment in the bar. No one could withstand such torture, and even the strongest woman like her couldn't escape her fate of finally succumbing on the seventh day. After returning to the orphanage, under Liu Yu's personal arrangement, they began a series of planned training and rehabilitation programs for Xia Yan. A month later, Guo Chengyan reported to Liu Yu: "Sister Yu, she's completely broken down now. She's somewhat delirious and doesn't recognize anyone. No matter what we do, she won't resist anymore. You're amazing!"

"I told you, whoever finds her weakness will be defeated in one strike. Xia Yan's weakness lies in her innate sense of nobility. Letting such a young lady be abused by a group of sluts, and having to watch her boyfriend being played with like a dog by us, even the strongest psychological defense will collapse. I don't need to say more about the other things, you should know what to do, right?"

"Yes. There's one more thing..."

"What?"

"Her boyfriend was a bit off the first night he was brought back from the bar. Maybe Xiao Chen went a little too far that night. He suddenly died a few days after he came back... We've been dealing with this matter..." "

Forget it, he's no longer of any use to us. Let him be dead. Just be more careful with the other slaves in the future. Training a slave costs a lot of money. How are those gigolos?"

"Don't worry, we've taken them all. None of them escaped."

"Very good. Remember, this matter must not be leaked."

"Yes, that bar owner..."

"Don't worry about that, she won't dare to cause trouble with me here."

As she spoke, Han Meiwei suddenly rushed into the office without knocking, looking anxious and panicked.

"No...no good, something's happened!"

Han Meiwei stood in front of Liu Yu's desk, panting heavily, looking completely shaken. It took her a while to calm down.

"What's wrong?"

Liu Yu asked after Han Meiwei had composed herself.

"Look at this..."

Han Meiwei placed a large envelope in front of Liu Yu.

Chapter 43

In a corner, inside a huge iron cage, Xia Ming was curled up motionless, his neck and limbs chained to the bars. An hour ago, he had just experienced withdrawal symptoms, and Liu Yu had someone give him a bowl of urine to calm him down; he should be asleep by now. Two whole months had passed since he fell into Liu Yu's hands. In the first few days, they used many methods, but Xia Ming refused to submit, his stubbornness even surpassing that of his sister, Xia Yan. Everyone initially thought Liu Yu would resort to more extreme measures against Xia Ming, but soon after, she brought him back to the Xia residence and placed him in the small wooden house she and Xia Hanzhang had once lived in. Aside from assigning people to closely monitor and guard him, she did nothing else. Almost every afternoon, whenever she had free time, Liu Yu would visit him in the small wooden house, even though they had nothing left to say to each other.

Standing at the window, watching the lightning and thunder outside, Liu Yu fell into deep thought.

It was an afternoon exactly like that one, the weather so muggy it made people feel unusually irritable. What had been a blazing summer sun suddenly darkened after noon, thick clouds rapidly gathering and growing thicker, like a giant lid covering the sky and earth. Looking up slightly, one could almost see the clouds churning before their eyes, and every now and then, flashes of lightning would pierce through the gaps in the clouds, creating alternating flashes of light and shadow. The air was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

The dilapidated wooden cabin swayed precariously in the howling wind, dark, damp, stuffy, and oppressive. Outside, a sudden stillness descended—the calm before the storm. Inside, the lights were off, so dark you could barely see your hand in front of your face. A few rays of light shone through the window, illuminating Xia Hanzhang's deathly pale face. Liu Yu sat slumped on the floor beside the bed, head bowed, staring blankly at the ground, her eyes fixed on the floor. Two streams of tears flowed down her pale face. The tears slid down her thin layer of makeup, leaving two streaks on her cheeks, slowly gathering at her chin before finally succumbing to gravity and falling to the ground. "Plop!"

The sound was like a sparkling gem shattering, breaking the surrounding stillness. Time seemed to freeze in that instant…

"Crack!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, and several sharp bolts of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the gray earth. The light vanished in an instant, and the world was once again shrouded in filth.

Liu Yu believed that her rise to her current position was not solely due to cunning, but more importantly, to composure, deep thought, meticulousness, and an extraordinary foresight and control over events—she possessed a wisdom beyond the ordinary, the greatest legacy her elder sister had left her. But that day, she made the biggest mistake of her life, a mistake that could render all her efforts futile.

That afternoon, Liu Yu took a document from the envelope Han Meiwei had brought.

"This was sent back by the person we sent to Attorney Zhang's office."

Han Meiwei swallowed hard to clear her throat and continued, "Many years ago, Mr. Xia secretly had Attorney Zhang sign a will. According to this will, after Mr. Xia's death, all his property will be inherited by his children, Xia Yan and Xia Ming, and no one else will have the right to inherit. Not only that. Moreover..." "

Moreover what?"

"The will specifically emphasizes that if the siblings predecease Mr. Xia, or if they are unable to inherit for any reason, then all their property will be bequeathed to a charity, and no one else will be entitled to it... This is a copy of Mr. Xia's will, which we obtained with great effort."

"What?"

Liu Yu flipped through the will carefully until she saw the date of signing, which was shortly after Xia Yongzhe and his wife's car accident. This caused her face to change drastically, and she flew into a rage. "That old bastard, he actually dared to leave me this trick! Damn it, he's gone too far!"

With that, she slammed the will on the table and got up to walk out the door. "Keep working on Attorney Zhang's side. It doesn't matter how much it costs!"

She suddenly turned to Han Meiwei at the door and said.

The car sped along the road at breakneck speed, rushing towards home. Liu Yu had no time to consider any potential dangers. Her mind was consumed by rage, which swelled and expanded within her, making her like a ticking time bomb, unsure of what would happen next. Since entering this profession under her older sister's tutelage, Liu Yu had always maintained sufficient confidence in her charm, abilities, and methods. She firmly believed that nothing could escape her control, especially men; their inherent weaknesses were her winning formula. Xia Hanzhang, whom she thought she had thoroughly understood and crushed, had secretly harbored such a trump card, almost undoing all her years of painstaking effort. If she hadn't discovered it early… Liu Yu dared not think further. Her anger wasn't about Xia Hanzhang deceiving her, but rather that she had ultimately underestimated him, or more accurately, overestimated herself. This wasn't the first time; from his secret sending Xia Ming away to this will incident, each challenge was a blatant disregard for her abilities, a devastating blow to her ever-present confidence. An unprecedented sense of defeat rapidly grew and intensified within her.

Back at the Xia residence, Liu Yu rushed straight to the small wooden house, kicking open the dilapidated door. Her usual elegant demeanor was completely replaced by the wildness and savagery hidden within her. Xia Hanzhang, who had just fallen asleep, was startled awake by the sudden loud noise. He forced himself to sit up, his eyes wide with fear as he stared at Liu Yu, who stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing with anger, completely bewildered.

"M-Master…"

Before Xia Hanzhang could even utter those two trembling words, Liu Yu had already lunged at him, grabbing his collar and choking him, rendering him speechless. "Old man!"

With a forceful tug from Liu Yu, Xia Hanzhang was pulled forward by a tremendous force, tumbling off the bed and rolling twice on the floor until he crashed into the table beside the bed before finally stopping. His frail body couldn't withstand such a strong impact; he didn't even have the strength to sit up and could only lie on the floor, staring in terror at Liu Yu, completely at her mercy.

"Cough cough!"

Xia Hanzhang coughed violently a few times. "M-Master...what's wrong with you...?"

"Fine! You still have the nerve to call me master? I wonder who in this house should be calling whom master!"

"Master...what's wrong with you...why are you saying this? What...what did I do wrong?"

"I managed this household for you, protected your businesses, made them strong and big, raised your two children with great difficulty, I devoted my entire youth to you, and you ask yourself what you've done? You've been deceiving me all this time!"

"How could I...dare to deceive you, Master...and you...cough cough..."

"Is that so? You didn't lie to me? Look for yourself!"

Saying this, he threw the will in his hand hard at Xia Hanzhang. Xia Hanzhang tremblingly opened the will and glanced at it. His originally cloudy eyes suddenly became clear, and he swept away his previous decrepit expression. He threw away the will in his hand and forced himself to sit up, but kept shaking his head.

"So you... knew everything... cough cough... I thought... haha, in the end, I couldn't hide it from you after all, sigh!"

Xia Hanzhang sighed deeply. Now there was no need for him to hide it anymore.

"Haha! It was all a lie. You said I had a share in the property, that you would share your wealth with me. I've given so much for your Xia family, and all this time you've treated me like a fool!"

Xia Hanzhang fell silent, sitting quietly with his head down like a lifeless statue. Liu Yu looked down at him, and the two remained in this stalemate for several minutes without saying a word.

"Sigh!"

Finally, Xia Hanzhang sighed deeply. "Are you stupid? No, you're too smart, so smart that I can only survive this way. Otherwise, would I still be sitting here today? I know your ambition is too great. One fortune can't satisfy your desires. You want everything of mine. What is my life? To you, crushing me is as insignificant as crushing an ant. But you need me because I can't die yet. It's just that Yongzhe, my son, died at your hands." "Oh? It seems you already know." "Yes, I already guessed when you brought me this back then." Xia Hanzhang tremblingly took something out of his pocket and held it in his hands, carefully wiping it and gently stroking it, as if protecting a small life. It was the charred rosary that Liu Yu had given Xia Hanzhang back then. "Alas! But what good is knowing? I know the entire Xia family is now your domain. I'm old, and powerless. I, Xia Hanzhang, have lived a life of glory, and now I have to greet the murderer of my loved ones with a smile every day, fawning over you like a dog, putting on airs and begging for mercy. Do you know how much pain I'm in? I don't know who you are or what your purpose is. I've done many wrong things in my life, but I've never regretted them. My only regret is bringing you, this devil, home, and losing everything I have. I don't know what I did wrong that Heaven would punish me like this. How laughable, how laughable! Haha..."

Xia Hanzhang laughed, his laughter filled with desolation and helplessness towards the world, with mockery and regret for his fate.

"But by the time I understood all this, it was too late. I wanted to expose your crimes to the world, but you did it too perfectly, flawlessly. And even if I did, with your current abilities, it would be incredibly easy for you to completely destroy this evidence. Even if I died, no one would believe me. It doesn't matter if this old man dies, but my two poor grandsons, Xiaoming and Xiaoyan, I want them to live. As long as they live, there is hope—hope to get rid of you, this devil, hope to take back what rightfully belongs to us. Even if they fail… haha… you'll get nothing too!" "Very good, as expected of my most valued old dog, haha! I thought I had you firmly under my control, your body and your mind. Now it seems… I..." "I admit, I underestimated you, I underestimated your Xia family. You almost ruined everything. But so what? What's meant to be mine will be mine, and that's a fact you can't change no matter what tricks you play. My whole life has been inextricably linked to your Xia family. My birth, my upbringing, my final journey—your Xia family is like a gift from heaven, something I can't shake off. Have you forgotten? It wasn't me who came looking for you; heaven automatically sent you to my feet. It's fate, and no one can change it. Yes, my appetite is huge, bigger than you can imagine, but you're wrong about one thing: what I want isn't your money, nor your lives. What I want is an explanation for the unfairness of my fate. This is what you owe me, what your Xia family owes me."

"Owe you? It's always others who owe us, the Xia family has never owed anyone. Haha...you devil, you whore, you won't succeed. Even if you lose my old life, even the lives of everyone in the Xia family, you'll get nothing. You won't have a good end, you'll get your retribution..."

"Shut up!"

Liu Yu roared, pressing Xia Hanzhang to the ground and tightly covering his mouth with her hands. Poor Xia Hanzhang tried to struggle, but on his deathbed, he had no strength to break free from Liu Yu's control.

He tried to pry Liu Yu's hands off his nose, but Liu Yu flipped him over, crossing her legs over her chest and pressing down heavily on him, almost kneeling on top of him. With a forceful push, Liu Yu's center of gravity shifted forward, her entire weight borne by Xia Hanzhang's fragile chest. Her hard knees pressed down hard on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Struggling is the most instinctive reaction when a person is in danger. Although his body was already immobile, he still twisted his head with all his might, trying to break free from Liu Yu's hands. Finally, he managed to free his mouth a crack from Liu Yu's grasp and immediately bit down hard on her hand. Liu Yu pulled her hand back in pain, leaving a deep teeth mark. "You whore, you slut, you'll die a horrible death, a horrible death..."

Having a chance to catch his breath, Xia Hanzhang immediately opened his mouth and cursed loudly. Unfortunately, with his chest pressed down so heavily that he could barely breathe, he couldn't make a loud sound. But in the small room, in Liu Yu's ears, this faint sound was more deafening than a thunderbolt.

"Old man! Die!"

Liu Yu raised the hand from which he had bitten him and slapped Xia Hanzhang hard across the face. The force was so great that Xia Hanzhang saw stars, and a deep red five-finger mark immediately appeared on his face. But he still seized the last opportunity to curse incessantly.

"You old bastard, die! Die!"

Anger had clouded his judgment; his clear thinking was completely overwhelmed by rage. Hysterical roars erupted from her mouth as she once again tightly covered Xia Hanzhang's mouth and nose with her hands. Struck by the force of the attack, Xia Hanzhang was powerless to resist, left to be slaughtered by Liu Yu like a fish on a chopping board. One second, two seconds… one minute, two minutes…

Suddenly, Liu Yu realized something and quickly pulled her hands away from Xia Hanzhang's face, losing her balance and collapsing heavily to the side. Liu Yu immediately got up and slowly, slowly moved to Xia Hanzhang's side. Xia Hanzhang lay stiffly, his body rigid and motionless. "Old…old bastard…"

Liu Yu reached out and pushed Xia Hanzhang, but he no longer responded. "How…how could this be…"

Liu Yu gasped, her whole body trembling, a layer of cold sweat immediately covering her forehead. "Impossible...impossible..."

Liu Yu muttered to herself, reaching out to slowly probe Xia Hanzhang's nostrils. But the moment her fingers touched Xia Hanzhang's skin, she jerked back as if electrocuted. A breath...even a faint breath... Liu Yu was in despair. Before her, a pair of bulging, bloodshot eyes, filled with terror and despair, stared intently at her.

"No...no...no..."

In despair, Liu Yu let out a piercing scream, startling the two maids standing guard outside who rushed in: "Madam, what happened?"

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Liu Yu roared, grabbing something from the ground and smashing it against the door. The two maids quickly retreated and closed the door, leaving only darkness and Liu Yu's screams inside.

"No...no...you shouldn't have died like this, shouldn't...no..."

Xia Hanzhang was dead, killed by her own hand. According to the will, if Xia Ming and Xia Yan could not inherit the estate, she would get nothing. For the first time, Liu Yu had driven herself into a desperate situation. Her body went limp, and she slumped to one side, two streams of hot tears uncontrollably welling up in her eyes and flowing down her cheeks…

“Crack!”

A thunderclap resounded through the sky, shaking the earth. A flash of lightning pierced the darkness, and a torrential downpour lashed against the wooden planks and windows, making a “pitter-patter” sound, as if trying to wash away all the filth and grime of the world. But what sins in the world could be washed away by rain? All sins could ultimately be atoned with sin.

Five hours passed. Night had fallen outside, and it was pitch black inside. In the darkness, there was only a corpse and a person even colder than the corpse.

“Madam! Madam!”

“Sister Yu, are you there?”

The voices of Guo Chengyan and Han Meiwei came from outside the door.

“Come in!”

Liu Yu called softly, and the door opened in response. Immediately, the lights came on, the blinding light shooting out and stinging Liu Yu's eyes. She couldn't see anything, only able to shield her eyes with her hands. It took a while for her vision to adjust, and she gradually regained her sight. "Madam, what happened?"

Seeing the mess in the room, the two women rushed over and helped Liu Yu up from the ground. "Sister Yu, are you alright? This is…"

"I'm fine!"

Liu Yu replied weakly.

"Master Xia…"

They were shocked to see Xia Hanzhang's body lying nearby.

"He's dead!"

Liu Yu shook off their support, swaying as she walked to a chair and sat down, briefly explaining what had happened. "Yanzi, Xiaowei, you two are now my most capable assistants. Do you still remember the oath you swore to be loyal to me forever?"

"Of course, Madam. Without you, we wouldn't have everything we have now. We swore to be loyal to you forever, and we would go through fire and water for whatever you command."

"Very good! Now we have a problem. The old man is dead. According to his will, Xia Yan and Xia Ming will inherit the estate. If they can't inherit, all the property will be donated to charity, and we'll get nothing." "

This...what should we do? Perhaps we could destroy the will and make a new one? We have people around the lawyer now; it shouldn't be a problem."

"Hmph! Useless. The will was notarized. Even if we destroy one, the notary office still has a copy. I've thought about it. From now on, I need you to do a few things."

"Please speak!"

"First, Xiaowei, prepare immediately. Next Monday, officially announce the old man's death to the public, saying it was a myocardial infarction."

"Yes!"

"Yanzi, how many relatives of the Xia family are left?"

"Well, as far as I know, there's no one else besides the two siblings. I've heard there are a few distant relatives, but we've never had any contact."

"Secondly, immediately confirm and thoroughly investigate. Find and eliminate everyone related to the Xia family except for Xia Ming and Xia Yan—leave no one alive. Furthermore, stop all slave trading from now on. I need to keep everyone for my own use."

"Yes!"

"Thirdly, prepare for Xia Yan and Xia Ming to inherit the estate. Take Xia Yan to Attorney Zhang's to complete the formalities first. Remember, nothing can happen to Xia Yan; she's extremely important to us right now." "

Finally, bring Xiao Ming back from America!"

"You mean, Young Master Xia Ming?"

“Yes, Xiaowei. Starting next week, I will no longer hold any position in the company and will focus all my energy on home. I will arrange for Xia Ming to succeed me as chairman. From now on, I will rely on you and Kaizi to take good care of Xia Ming and help him. Also…”

Liu Yu paused, then continued, “Closely monitor Xia Ming’s every move, and report all matters, big and small, that occur in the company to me daily.”

“Don’t worry, I will do my best.”

“Alright, get started on the preparations now! I’m tired!”

Liu Yu stood up after speaking, dragging her weary body straight to the door. No one could see the solemn expression on her face.

She was tired, truly tired.

Xia Ming was coming back, the child she had watched grow up, the child who was closer to her than family. She wanted him to come back, yet she didn’t want him to come back. This contradictory struggle caused Liu Yu immense pain.

A few days later, as she stood at her doorstep, watching a car slowly approach her on the winding road in the distance; as she saw the car stop and a handsome, refined young man—the kind and lovely Xia Ming she always remembered—walking towards her with a suitcase; as she heard the boy call her "Sister Yu" in his childish voice, no one knew that her heart was bleeding… She didn't want any more bloodshed to happen. But no matter how hard she tried to avoid hurting Xia Ming, fate wouldn't let her go, and everything returned to square one.

Perhaps, this was destiny!

Chapter 44

Several months passed, and after the sweltering summer, the weather gradually cooled. In the morning, someone brought Xia Ming slightly thicker clothes and a quilt. For the past few months, he had been living a life of imprisonment, locked in an iron cage in that dark little wooden house every day, with someone bringing him three meals a day. To prevent his drug withdrawal from recurring, someone would regularly bring him Yu Jie's urine. Occasionally, someone would take him to the small garden outside to sunbathe or give him a bath, day after day. His guards weren't kind to him, often finding excuses to beat and verbally abuse him, but perhaps out of consideration for his status, they were somewhat restrained. Compared to the abuse he experienced in the orphanage, life here was relatively comfortable.

Liu Yu would visit him every day, sometimes for three to five minutes, sometimes for half an hour, saying nothing, just sitting quietly watching him.

That afternoon, Xia Ming had just finished lunch and was still curled up in a corner of his cage, sitting quietly as usual, when suddenly the door opened and two women entered, walking straight towards him. One woman unlocked the cage's iron lock, while the other untied the chains binding Xia Ming's neck and limbs from the wall. "Come out!"

The woman who opened the cage door reached inside, grabbed the chain around his neck, and pulled hard. With a sudden tightening around his neck, Xia Ming lost all strength and was dragged out of the cage. "Damn, he's quite heavy!"

the woman cursed as she removed the chains from Xia Ming's limbs, leaving only the one attached to his neck. Suddenly, she pulled out a crumpled wad of cotton cloth and tried to shove it into Xia Ming's mouth.

"What...what are you doing..."

Xia Ming struggled to stop them from gagging him.

"Shut up!"

A slap landed hard on Xia Ming's face, leaving a burning sensation. "Move again and I'll kill you!"

The woman's fierce eyes swept over him. Xia Ming knew struggling was futile and could only submit to their will. After the cotton cloth was stuffed into his mouth, a strip of duct tape tightly sealed it. Then, someone blindfolded him with a black cloth, plunging Xia Ming into darkness. He felt someone leading him out of the cage.

A car was parked outside the garden. Xia Ming was pushed into the car, and just as he settled into a comfortable spot, a harsh voice rang in his ear: "Stay still, don't move!"

The car quickly started moving. The ride was bumpy and winding, and Xia Ming could roughly guess that they were heading towards the Wang Orphanage. An hour later, the car stopped, and Xia Ming was wheeled out. Someone then led him forward, winding his way through a long, winding path, seemingly even taking an elevator. When the blindfold was removed, he was indeed in front of the familiar dungeon, facing a deep, narrow corridor. Thinking of the inhumane days he had spent there, Xia Ming felt a surge of terror. Every breath of air, every brick and stone here was a nightmare for him.

"Long time no see, young master, welcome, welcome!"

Several women walked over, the leader being Guo Chengyan, the orphanage director, who greeted him with a beaming smile. "It's been almost half a year since you left, young master, hasn't it? Does it feel familiar to revisit this place today? Hehe!"

Xia Ming didn't speak, only looking at her coldly.

"Hehe, nothing has changed after all this time. I still remember the first time you came to the orphanage, I was the one who received you. I even took you on a tour and showed you the children. Oh, by the way, the children still say that Brother Xia Ming hasn't visited them since. You see, time really flies, so much time has passed in the blink of an eye. However, the orphanage you saw last time was just a shadow; this is our real orphanage—the underground orphanage. Although you lived here for a while, it's a pity you don't know much about it. So today, at Butler Yu's request, I will personally lead you on a tour of our underground orphanage, so you can have a more comprehensive understanding of the things here, the lives of the people, and our work. I hope you have a good time today."

“However, although Butler Yu asked us to take good care of you, we also have our own rules here. This is our women's world, and men are considered lowly here. Men are not allowed to walk upright, and we can't break this rule for you, can we…”

Guo Chengyan hadn't finished speaking when Xia Ming felt a sharp pain in his calf, and he involuntarily knelt down. The excruciating pain when his knees hit the stone slabs made him cry out. When he tried to stand up, he saw several women holding long whips and knew that if he did, he would inevitably be beaten again, so he had to give up the idea and crawl forward with them.

After passing through the corridor, they reached the spacious hall, which was crowded with people surrounding a huge platform in the center. On the platform, five men in their twenties were bound hand and foot to five X-shaped wooden frames, seemingly awaiting some kind of judgment.

"Sisters!"

After the scene calmed down a bit, a middle-aged woman stepped onto the platform and addressed the women below. "Our slave factory has always taken the training of high-quality slaves as its fundamental principle. Ensuring the quality of our slaves is our lifeline and the fundamental guarantee for the development of our business. Your income is directly related to the quantity and quality of the slaves you train, which can be said to be related to your vital interests. According to our factory's quality management regulations, we implement a strict accountability system. If a slave has a problem, or if a problem occurs in any link, we will hold the slave trainer responsible and impose corresponding penalties."

"This quarter, we have had five returns of slaves sold, three more than last quarter and four more than the same period last year. Three of these returns came from overseas customers. Such a high number of returns is unprecedented in the history of our factory. Customers have also complained about this, indicating that the quality of the slaves we produced this quarter has declined and is unsatisfactory. Madam takes this matter very seriously and has ordered us to investigate and deal with it severely. Therefore, we have gathered everyone here today to punish these five slaves and their trainers."

"Bring them up."

At the woman's command, five more women, each carrying a wooden tray, walked onto the platform and stood beside one of the five slaves...

"After deliberation by the Slave Quality Supervision and Management Committee, and with the final decision signed by the Madam, these five slaves are to be castrated and assigned to the 'Toilet Group,' to be executed personally by their slave trainers."

These words sparked a flurry of discussion below the stage, the entire hall erupting in commotion. Some applauded, others shook their heads. Amidst urging from the audience, five young women, their faces filled with dejection, slowly walked onto the execution platform, their faces ashamed as they approached the slaves. At the middle-aged woman's command, they each picked up the knives on the tray, their blades gleaming coldly in the dim light. The scene suddenly fell silent. Suddenly, their expressions changed, and they turned to the prisoners, bringing their knives down…

"Ahhhhh!" Several piercing screams shattered the suffocating silence and solemnity. Several spurts of blood gushed out; the slaves' lifelines were severed at the root, falling into pools of blood. Looking down at the audience, everyone was watching with great interest, making comments in groups of three or two, completely disregarding the man's life or death. An indescribable sense of terror permeated the scene.

"Drag them away!"

the woman commanded. The five slaves, who had fainted from the intense pain, were dragged away by several women and quickly disappeared into the crowd. "According to the 'Slave Quality Management Regulations' and Article 7, Paragraph 3 of the 'Slave Trainer Punishment Regulations,' if a slave is returned due to serious quality problems, the slave trainer directly responsible will be given a major demerit, have one month's salary and bonus deducted, and be ineligible for any advanced selections that year. I hope you will learn from this experience, and I also hope that other slave trainers will take this as a warning and work together to improve the quality of slaves..."

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Guo Chengyan shook his head and said. “Poor fellow, being assigned to the toilet group means becoming everyone’s public toilet, and you won’t live more than seven days. Do you know what we do with these dead slaves? Hehe, you’d never guess, but we actually run the city’s largest crematorium… Come on, let’s go see the next place!”

The hall was still noisy. Guo Chengyan and the others had led Xia Ming through a narrow passage to another area. “This is the new slave registration office.”

They arrived at a flying room with an iron door. Guo Chengyan pushed open the door. Inside, two other women were doing something to two naked boys tied to a frame. Seeing Guo Chengyan enter, they immediately put down what they were doing and bowed respectfully to her: “Good morning, Director!”

“Hmm! These are the two Yunmei sent?”

“Yes, they just arrived this morning. We are processing and registering them.”

"Not bad, Yunmei is getting more and more capable. We've already sent 15 this year,"

Guo Chengyan praised, then turned to Xia Ming and said, "Yunmei is the queen we trained and sent out. We supported her to become the leader of a small gang, specifically attracting those young boys who don't study hard, delinquents, homeless orphans, and so on. Once we find suitable ones, we send them in to be trained as slaves. We have many queens like her outside, distributed in various industries, so a large part of our new slave resources comes from them. This is the first stage that new slaves have to go through. We will first conduct a physical examination. Those who pass will undergo some basic treatments, such as shaving, bowel cleansing, etc., and then we will put nose rings on them. Finally, we will number and register them, branding their buttocks with numbers, and that's how they officially become our slaves. As for those who don't pass, they will be directly assigned to the toilet group or the living group. Come on, demonstrate putting on a nose ring for our guests."

"Yes!"

the two women replied, turning around to retrieve a small syringe from a tray on the table. They inserted the syringe into the slave's nasal cavity, injecting some liquid, presumably an anesthetic. Then, they took a red-hot, pliers-like object from a small stove. This pliers had no teeth; each flat mouth had a small, protruding cylinder at the front. They inserted the pliers into the slave's nostrils and snapped them shut, burning a small hole through the nasal cavity wall with the red-hot cylinder. Completely ignoring the two young slaves' painful screams, they then placed metal nose rings on their noses. The entire process was swift and efficient, finished in less than a minute, leaving Xia Ming terrified and sweating profusely.

“Not bad!”

Guo Chengyan pointed to the nose ring that was now firmly attached to the slave’s nose and said, “Now you truly look like slaves. From today onwards, you have truly stepped into this new world. Here, we will train you to be the lowest of slaves, hehe!”

Passing the registration area, Guo Chengyan explained in the next room, which had a metal sign that read “Candle Wax Drip Training Room,” “The newly arrived slaves have been numbered and registered, becoming official slaves. Next, we will begin training them. As slaves, they will be subjected to abuse and play by their masters from time to time, so they must possess some basic endurance abilities, such as candle wax dripping, whipping, suffocation, punching and kicking, etc. Here…” This is the basic training area. This room is the candle wax dripping training room. Further down are the whipping training room, asphyxiation training room, puncture training room, anal training room, and penis ability training room, etc. Only after mastering these basic abilities and skills can one officially step into the world of slavery.

They pushed open the door, and the whole room reeked of candle wax. What immediately caught their eye was a long rack opposite the door, hanging with bodies covered in red candle wax, almost obscuring the flesh. Only the two eye sockets, filled with fear and pain, showed that there were still living people inside, like suckling pigs being roasted over a fire. The two queens each held a thick, burning candle and moved among the slaves, checking them and continuing to pour scorching candle wax onto their still exposed skin. In addition, there was a whipping training room, where several queens wielding long whips would take turns lashing a dozen or so slaves hanging on racks. The crisp, loud "slaps" of the electronic whips striking flesh, along with the slaves' heart-wrenching screams, even penetrated the soundproof walls of the room and echoed for a long time in the corridor—a truly terrifying sight. In the anal training room, slaves, their buttocks raised high on a wooden device, had a candle, as thick as a cucumber and several centimeters high, inserted into their anuses. The blazing flames melted the candles, which dripped down and covered the slaves' buttocks. According to Guo Chengyan, the slaves had to keep these candles in place every day until they burned out, a process that took more than an hour. The anuses of slaves trained in the anal training room could accommodate the arms of two queens. Each of the subsequent training rooms was like a different kind of hell on earth, each with its own horrifying spectacle.

After viewing the "Basic Training Room," the next area is the "Advanced Training Area." Guo Chengyan explained, "Newly recruited slaves generally need a month of basic training before entering the advanced stage. Because our factory's goal is to cultivate all-around, full-time slaves, simply satisfying the Queen's basic entertainment needs isn't enough. They must also be able to consume the Queen's gold, holy water, red gold, and even all of the Queen's secretions without restraint to become a qualified slave. This requires advanced training. Of course, not every slave can pass the advanced training. According to our statistics, the slave output rate for basic training is 90%, meaning out of 10 slaves, 9 will pass the basic training, and one will be discarded midway. Of course, the reason for discarding could be the slave's own physical condition, or it could be due to improper control or operation in the training room. Ultimately, the slave output rate for advanced training is only 70%."

"I heard that you, young master, like to drink holy water. Perhaps you could experience our holy water training sometime? Hehe! It will definitely be an unforgettable experience."

When they passed through the "Advanced Training Room," apart from the "Golden Ability Training Room," no slave training was being conducted in the other training rooms. Inside the "Golden Ability Training Room," a queen held a large bucket, and five naked slaves lay neatly at her feet, firmly chained to the ground. A transparent plastic tube was inserted into their mouths, sealed with tape. The tubes were connected to a large funnel-shaped plastic container. The queen used a metal ladle to scoop greenish excrement from the bucket and pour it into the container, which then flowed through the tubes into the slaves' mouths. Two slaves, with narrow esophagi, couldn't swallow the excrement all at once; it spilled from their mouths but was forced back in. They retched, making gurgling sounds, but instead of receiving the queen's pity, they were met with a merciless whipping. After the slaves had completely swallowed the excrement, the queen continued to pour it into the container.

Guo Chengyan smiled and said, "Golden training is a very important hurdle in slave training. Most of the slaves who are rejected fail because they can't pass this stage. But Golden ability is the most basic quality of a qualified slave, so we are trying our best to improve the output ratio of slaves' Golden training. In addition, our current ratio of queens to slaves is almost 1 to 7, which means that one queen is responsible for training 7 slaves. Even if all our queens go to the toilet several times a day, it won't be enough. So Sister Yu came up with a solution for us, which is to collect excrement and urine from the prostitutes outside and transport it here every day, so that the girls don't have to worry about excrement and urine every day."

"I heard that your father was a toilet for our prostitutes outside, young master, haha!"

Mentioning his father, Xia Ming thought of the Rose Leisure House, and a wave of pain surged in his heart. Since that incident, he had not heard any news about his father. Perhaps he had returned to the Rose Leisure House and continued to live an inhuman life under the crotches of those prostitutes, or perhaps he had already... Perhaps it will always be just a possibility. The only thing that is certain is that he is powerless.

The next area is the "Special Slave Training Area." This area is specifically for training slaves to meet the special needs of certain clients. For example, some queens require humanoid dogs, hoping to completely erase the slaves' humanity and all memories and thoughts related to being human, turning them into dogs with human-like appearances. This requires special methods to train and modify the slaves both physiologically and psychologically. Although extremely difficult and time-consuming, these trainings can fetch extremely high prices. Last year, for Queen Naomi Asano of Yapoo in Japan, they specially trained a pair of twin male humanoid dogs as a birthday gift for her.

The underground orphanage is unimaginably large, like a maze. Intricate, spiderweb-like corridors connect small, cube-shaped rooms, hiding countless unimaginable evils within. Further inside, they entered the queens' living and entertainment area. Xia Ming's observations along the way revealed the inextricable link between every aspect of the women's lives and their slaves: when a queen was tired, she could pull a slave from anywhere to carry her like a horse; in the toilets, rows of chamber pots were made entirely of local slaves; the staff in the restaurants, bars, and cinemas were all slaves, even the chairs were made of slaves; in the gym, slaves served as exercise equipment, and almost every so often, a slave acting as a punching bag would be beaten to death by the queen during her boxing practice; there was also a type of pure sex slave, all handsome young men around twenty years old. They didn't suffer the same abuse as the other slaves, but to satisfy the women's sexual desires, they needed to take large amounts of hormones and aphrodisiacs every day, and often died within a year from the indulgence of these demons. All the slaves here were what the women called "unqualified scraps!"

If people were divided into superior and inferior classes, those slaves weren't even considered human beings. They were merely living, moving machines, their lives cheap and insignificant. In the women's eyes, they weren't even considered lives, just tools for their amusement and profit. The evil of humanity was amplified without limit here. No one would have imagined that beneath the surface of this seemingly benevolent orphanage lay the most unimaginable evil in the world.

Finally, they arrived at a blue iron door with a lock. This must be the deepest part of the entire underground orphanage. Guo Chengyan took out a key and opened it herself. Behind the door was a relatively empty and simple space. Unlike the other rooms, which were filled with various complex instruments and machines, the room, about thirty square meters in size, had five round glass containers, each about the height of a person, with two glass tubes attached to the outside. The inner walls were connected and wound with tubes of varying lengths and thicknesses, their purpose unknown.

“Young Master!”

Guo Chengyan’s tone suddenly changed from its previous lighthearted and playful tone to a more serious one. “Sister Yu never lets anyone into this room, but she specifically instructed us to bring you in today. This thing is Sister Yu’s masterpiece,” Guo Chengyan said, pointing to the several vessels in front of him. “It was designed based on some things recorded in a surviving notebook. One of those two glass tubes is a breathing tube, and the other is a feeding tube. When using it, the slave is locked inside, and then the glass bulb is filled with excrement and urine. Nutrients and other supplies are then delivered into the slave’s body through the tubes inside, and energy is replenished through the feeding tube. It’s like a human uterus, inside the slave…” They were completely conscious and painless, fully aware of their situation. If they moved, they might break free from the life-sustaining conduits, and the excrement surrounding them would pour into their bodies through every orifice, drowning them instantly. The shame of being covered in excrement and the immense psychological pressure of being able to move yet afraid to do so tormented them constantly, slowly eroding their thoughts and spirits until their final collapse. This small ball, though simple and inconspicuous, was a true hell. Sister Yu gave it a very nice name—"The Excrement Hell Ball."

"Do you know? Everyone who returns from this hell goes mad without exception. Even the toughest slaves can't survive more than three days,"

Guo Chengyan said, leading Xia Ming around the several "Excrement Hell Balls." At the very back, there was another one, but unlike the others which were empty, it was filled with excrement, which appeared a nauseating dark brown under the dim light. But what shocked Xia Ming the most was a face pressed against the glass wall of the machine—a face with a tube in its mouth, eyes closed, and its features pressed tightly against the sphere. Seeing this face, Xia Ming could no longer contain himself. He broke free from the woman's grasp and rushed forward, pressing himself against the glass sphere and shouting, "Sister...Sister..."

Chapter 45

"You've already seen all that, haven't you?"

That evening, Xia Ming was sent back to the Xia residence. When he returned to the small wooden house, Liu Yu was already sitting inside waiting for him. They remained silent for ten minutes before Liu Yu finally spoke first. "There are some things I've always wanted to tell you, not for any other reason than to let you know the real me. I know that everything there was so shocking to you, and before this, you probably couldn't imagine that such a place could exist in this world. But it really does exist, and it's hidden right beneath the orphanage that symbolizes kindness. It's ironic. When I first started managing the orphanage and secretly trained my first slave, I never imagined it would develop into what it is today. It's truly amazing. As I watched it grow step by step from a small idea to a reality, sometimes I even wondered if it was a dream."

“That underground world is so lovely; it perfectly matches my ideal world. Even though I wield immense power there, possessing the wealth and influence of an empire, it's too complex. Too many factors beyond my control bind me, and I remain weak before even greater powers. Everyone in that world is hypocritical; everyone needs to wear a mask to survive, and I'm no exception. It's exhausting. But there, I'm free, unrestrained. I can live the way I imagine without being seen as an outsider. Everyone there is ugly, but their evil is real and utterly wicked, without pretense or concealment. This makes me feel at ease and happy. More importantly, I created it myself; I am its true master.”

“What do you really want? Is money really that important to you?”

"You've finally spoken to me."

Xia Ming's words surprised Liu Yu; this was the first time he'd spoken to her in months. "It seems you still don't understand."

Liu Yu shook her head helplessly.

"I admit, money is indeed very important. Without money, I can't do anything. Without money, I'm just social scum, like a pile of mud to be trampled on. Without money, I couldn't have built that underworld, and I wouldn't be the Xie Liu Yu I am today. But when you have money, your demands will be different. Actually, even without your Xia family's wealth, I can still create everything I own. I can still live the life I want, but that's not enough. Do you know why?"

Xia Ming didn't answer her. Liu Yu continued, "Can you answer one question for me?"

"What?"

"Have you ever had a dream?"

"A dream?"

Xia Ming paused. "I didn't before, but now..."

"Your current dream is to kill me, to avenge your grandfather, your parents, and your sister, right? I know, I understand you. Let me tell you about my dream!"

"I've had many dreams. My first dream was to have food to eat, clothes to wear, and not to be bullied—a dream shared by many of my girlfriends back then. I was so weak then, as weak as an ant, easily trampled underfoot by anyone. Even this insignificant wish was a luxury for me. Later, my dream was to earn a lot of money, to not have to live so hard, and to live with dignity. But you know what? For people like us, dignity is the least valuable thing. People can smash and discard it at will, just for survival. But I still dreamed of dignity. I worked hard, paying a heavy price. Until I met someone who told me not to care about money, that wealth is just an external thing, coming and going quickly, nothing worth cherishing. The most important thing is to control your own destiny, not to be controlled by it. She told me I had many qualities others didn't possess, and that if I wanted, I could do what others couldn't. I swore to her that I would succeed, that I would get everything I wanted. And so, I had a new dream." My dream was to have countless people kneel at my feet, and through hard work, I succeeded. But then I encountered those who had bullied me. They made me see myself clearly. Although I appeared strong, I was still weak at heart. Before them, I was still nothing, just like I was at the beginning. So I dreamed of revenge. I vowed that one day I would stand at the pinnacle of power and make all those who had bullied me pay the price they deserved! Do you think I succeeded? No, not quite. I want to become a true king, to control the destinies of others. But controlling the destinies of others requires controlling one's own. And your Xia family, you are an insurmountable obstacle in my destiny. My fate, Xie Liuyu's fate, is inextricably linked to your Xia family. Only by completely crushing your Xia family can I complete my self-transformation, only then can I become a truly free person. This includes your people, and even more so, your money. Without any of these, the game becomes imperfect, and the promise I made will never be fulfilled. It is a symbol.

"Then you can kill me, and turn me into someone like those people while I'm still alive. That shouldn't be too difficult."

"Haha... You're right, it's a piece of cake for me. Although I've imagined countless times turning you into a mindless walking corpse under my feet, like your father and sister, I just can't bring myself to do it whenever I see you. I can't! The reason I had you taken to the orphanage wasn't to make you like those slaves. You know I wouldn't do that. If you want, you can continue living here, living a life of comfort and ease, just like the young master of the Xia family back then. I know you hate me, and I don't expect your forgiveness, but I just want you to know that I don't want to hurt you. But your sister, she will live in that underground world forever, living the kind of life you witnessed, until the day she dies! Think about it yourself. I won't force you."

The older sister finished speaking and left, leaving something on the table. Xia Ming picked it up and examined it carefully. It was the windmill music box his sister had given him, the music box that had guided him step by step to uncover this shocking secret. Xia Ming carefully turned the wind-up knob. The music box had been repaired sometime during the day, and with the turning of the windmill, it emitted a melodious and clear tune…

Winter had passed, and the breath of spring quietly descended upon the earth, melting away the winter chill and bringing everything back to life. The earth nurtured new vitality, generously spreading the fragrance of life to the world. The little wooden house had been renovated sometime during the day; the weeds in the garden had been removed, and new seedlings had been planted, budding and ready to bloom under the caress of the spring breeze and sunshine. The place had regained the vibrant life it had been when Liu Yu lived there. Liu Yu lay with her eyes closed on a deck chair amidst a cluster of flowers, basking in the bright sunshine, feeling exceptionally happy.

Just after noon, Han Meiwei rushed in excitedly. Seeing Liu Yu resting there, she didn't dare disturb her, but fearing she might delay things, she could only call out to Liu Yu in a very low voice. Liu Yu was alert and immediately opened her eyes, indicating that she was awake.

“He’s here!”

Han Meiwei said.

"Bring him in!"

"Yes!"

Han Meiwei finished speaking and left, quickly bringing in a man and leading him to Liu Yu.

"Attorney Zhang, please sit down!"

Liu Yu glanced at the man, who smiled obsequiously and found a place to sit. That man was Attorney Zhang, who handled the Xia family's inheritance.

"Madam Xie! Everything has been prepared for you as you wish."

Attorney Zhang said, taking a large stack of documents from his briefcase and placing them on the small table next to Liu Yu. Liu Yu reached out and began to look through them. "

According to our statistics, after deducting the taxes and fees payable, you will receive assets totaling 47 billion RMB, including deposits, real estate, bonds, stocks, mines, and company shares. What you have here is the detailed asset list. We have already drafted a property gift agreement for you. It will be effective as long as you, Miss Xia, and Young Master Xia sign and seal the agreement."

He then handed over another copy of the agreement.

Liu Yu carefully reviewed the agreement without raising any objections. She then turned to Han Meiwei and said, "Bring them out!"

"Yes!"

Han Meiwei replied, walking towards the cabin. She opened the door and called out. Two people emerged from inside: Xia Ming and Xia Yan. They appeared normal, though slightly tired. The two followed Han Meiwei along the garden path to where Liu Yu and Lawyer Zhang had been talking, standing quietly behind Liu Yu.

"Miss Xia, Young Master Xia,"

Lawyer Zhang smiled at them and said, "

You just need to sign and stamp here."

He pointed to the agreement and gave them a hint.

"Okay!"

Liu Yu hummed in agreement. The two obediently went to the front and signed their names and affixed their fingerprints to the agreement. Liu Yu then signed and stamped the agreement in the corresponding place. Once the matter was completed, Han Meiwei immediately took Xia Ming and Xia Yan back inside.

Attorney Zhang took the signed and stamped agreement and read it through, then said excitedly, "Congratulations, Mrs. Xie! From now on, you are the sole legal owner of all the Xia family's assets. From this day forward, the Xia Group can be renamed the Xie Group! Hehe!" "

Oh? But I think 'Xia Group' sounds better!"

"This…this…"

"Haha!

" Liu Yu laughed.

"I heard from Mr. Xia earlier that Attorney Zhang is a capable and trustworthy person, and today it seems he was right. Now that I'm officially in charge of the Xia family, I'm short-handed and my own abilities are limited. I need a capable lawyer to help me. I wonder if Attorney Zhang has any suitable candidates you could recommend?"

"Well... Madam Xie, if you don't mind, what do you think of me..."

"Well! What I need is someone obedient and loyal. With your status and position, Attorney Zhang, wouldn't it be too much of a burden for you to listen to a mere woman like me?" "

How could that be! How could that be!"

Attorney Zhang waved his hands repeatedly: "As long as Madam Xie gives the order, I'm willing to go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Haha!" Liu

Yu smiled, picked up a cup of coffee from the table beside her, and brought it to her lips. Just as she was about to drink, she deliberately tilted her hand, spilling the coffee onto the high heels lying on the floor. Seeing this, Attorney Zhang quickly took out tissues from his pocket and bent down to wipe them, but suddenly stopped. Liu Yu said, "Attorney Zhang, I have a habit of being meticulous. You should know that my shoes are very expensive. Expensive shoes naturally deserve good shoe-shining cloths. What do you mean by these few tattered tissues? Do you think my shoes are cheap?"

"No, no! That's not what I meant. You see, I'm a rough man, I don't know what's good for me. Look at this..."

He then stretched out his suit sleeves, intending to use his clothes to wipe Liu Yu's shoes, but was once again rebuked by Liu Yu: "What, do you think your clothes are expensive enough, or do you think my shoes don't deserve a better shoe-shining cloth? I don't understand what you're doing."

Hearing this, Zhang panicked and quickly apologized, "Madam Xie, you've really misunderstood. I don't know what you mean..."

"Hmph! I've heard that you lawyers have one thing that's most precious!" "

Please, Miss Xie, just say it. As long as I can produce it, I certainly will..."

"Oh? Then I'll say it. I've heard that the most precious thing for you lawyers is your silver tongue. I think my shoes are worthy of your help with your tongue..."

"Yes...yes...Madam Xie, you're right...you're right..." Without

hesitation, Attorney Zhang leaned down and stretched out his tongue, sweeping it across the coffee-splattered shoes.

"Haha! Very good. Then this young lady will have to rely on Attorney Zhang's help even more. You'll definitely get plenty of benefits in the future!" Watching Attorney Zhang

kneeling on the ground, making soft licking sounds, Liu Yu let out a hearty laugh.

After Han Meiwei saw Attorney Zhang off, Liu Yu spent some time alone in the garden before getting up and walking towards the cabin. Inside the dimly lit cabin, Xia Ming and Xia Yan sat quietly. Liu Yu walked to their side; they didn't speak or look at her. A suffocating silence and oppressive atmosphere filled the room. Liu Yu walked to the window and looked out through the glass: under the blue sky, rays of warm sunlight shimmered with a captivating glow, and flower buds, just awakened from the harsh winter, still trembled in the gentle breeze. Shivering, a butterfly, yearning to open its buds and embrace spring in the sunlight, hesitates, restrained, only able to release its fragrance little by little. A butterfly, newly emerged from its pupa, spreads its tender wings and dances gracefully among the flowers, searching for the first flower of its life. The butterfly searches and searches. Finally, a blooming flower opens its arms to it, and the butterfly flutters its wings towards the fragrant blossom…

Everything is so beautiful. Although the room is still dark, as sunlight streams through the glass, warmth begins to sprout.

“You will live here from now on. You don’t need to go anywhere else. Someone will take good care of you!” Reaching the door, Liu

Yu turned to look at them after saying this, then casually closed the door. Through the increasingly narrow crack in the door, two figures sat facing the sunlight by the window, like two frozen sculptures, quietly... quietly...

Chapter 46 The End

On a quiet hill, backed by a lush forest, a solemn and majestic ancient building stood alone. Its architectural style was simple and traditional, with old and mottled beams and steles, and moss-covered red walls and green tiles adding to its historical weight and sense of vicissitude. This was the Xia family ancestral hall, where the ancestors of this prominent local family were enshrined. Since Xia Shouyang, the Vice Minister of War during the Tianqi era of the Ming Dynasty, dissatisfied with the eunuchs' rule, official corruption, and the decline of the court, resigned his post and moved here, the Xia family had taken root and flourished here. For nearly four hundred years, this family had produced many heroes. The family had flourished with talented individuals until it declined in modern times with the changing times. However, thanks to the decades of painstaking efforts of its ancestor Xia Mingting, the family regained its former glory. Alas, times change, and the once large family has dwindled in number and is now gradually coming to an end.

In the spacious ancestral hall, the memorial tablets of the Xia family's ancestors, once neatly arranged, displayed the family's past glory to the world. Now, entering again, the long altar is empty except for a large, exquisite wooden tablet.

Liu Yu stands quietly before the tablet, looking at the name engraved on it. No one knows what she is thinking; it is her eldest sister's name. Today, she formally welcomes her eldest sister's spirit into this century-old ancestral hall, completely replacing the Xia family's position. She has finally fulfilled her promise to her eldest sister.

"Kai, do you remember her?"

Liu Yu asks Xu Kai, who stands behind her.

"Of course, Master, how could I forget her?" A pang of pain surged through Xu Kai's heart .

What a magnificent queen she was! It was she who led him into the world of SM. If she hadn't given him to Liu Yu back then, he wouldn't be who he is today. Memories flooded his mind, overwhelming him with mixed emotions.

"Time flies so fast. Unconsciously, my elder sister has been gone for so many years. When she left, I was just a little queen relying on men for a living. Now, I've finally fulfilled my promise to her, but the journey has been so winding and arduous. I've gained many things that weren't originally mine, but many things that should have been mine have been lost forever. Sometimes I wonder, did I do the right thing or the wrong thing? Did I win or lose? If my elder sister were still here, she would surely give me the answer." "

Actually, this shouldn't just have my eldest sister's memorial tablet. There are many others too: Xia Hanzhang, Xia Yongzhe, Zhao Xia, Sister Xiu, He Laosan… and so on. All those I've encountered along the way who are no longer here. They should all be on this platform. Without them, I wouldn't be who I am today. You could say I've gotten to where I am today by stepping over their corpses. Perhaps soon, my own tablet will be on this table, and everything I possess now will vanish into thin air, turning to dust. Perhaps, that's life!"

"Master, please don't say that…"

"Kai Zi, tell me, am I a bad person?"

"No, Master. In my heart, you are the greatest god in the world. Whatever you do, I will follow you and obey your commands."

"So what? But I am still a bad person. I've done many bad things, killed many people, my hands are stained with blood. I think one day I will definitely go to hell, won't I?" However, I have never regretted what I did. The only thing that saddens me is that I deeply hurt a child who loved me dearly. I hurt him, and I hurt myself.”

“Kai Zi!”

“Yes, sir!”

“I’ve heard you have good writing skills. Write down my story! Years later, when my descendants read these words, they may understand how much blood and tears their ancestors shed to achieve all this. Let posterity judge what kind of person I am.”

“Yes, master, I will write it down in detail.”

“Very good. You see, everyone living in this world has their own story and experiences. Because of this, everyone has secrets and is unique. I also have secrets. Where did I come from? Why did I come into this world? What has allowed me to get to where I am today? These are all secrets, secrets that even I don't know. It is because of these secrets that I am unique. Therefore, let's call this book 'The Housekeeper's Secret'!"

Stepping out of the ancestral hall, a vast field stretched before them. A low-lying basin, filled with tall wild grasses, rippled like waves in the gentle breeze. In the distance, a little girl, her body covered in scars, had just emerged from the grass. With a determined expression, she faced the sunlight, gazing towards her future!

05-22
Extra Chapter: Wenze's Road to Sexual Happiness

Chapter 1

In 1994, 14-year-old Wenze walked slowly home from school. To passersby, he seemed somewhat absent-minded, and indeed he was, because his mind was filled with one thing, preventing him from thinking about anything else.

Boys entering puberty after entering junior high school often have a somewhat confused understanding of sex. During breaks or recess, groups of boys could be seen huddled together, secretly chatting about something. Wenze was one of them. Wenze lived in a small, underdeveloped county town. Entertainment was monotonous and dull; internet cafes hadn't yet appeared, and video arcades were considered somewhat risqué, so even middle school students dared not enter. Therefore, the topics they discussed, which they considered obscene, were actually just slightly sexually suggestive. For example, seeing kissing scenes in TV dramas would cause erections, or sometimes they would wet their pants at night—a small amount that felt satisfying, and they couldn't hold it in. They would also sometimes talk about their female teachers at school, which teacher was pretty, which teacher dressed well. These topics easily resonated with Wenze, who always listened with great interest. He also had his own aesthetic standards for teachers' clothing: he liked teachers wearing stockings. There wasn't much sexual content involved. Wenze's female homeroom teacher's calves were a bit rough and had some minor mosquito bites when she wore sandals and bare legs in the summer, but these were completely invisible when she wore stockings. At that time, black stockings weren't popular; it was mostly flesh-colored stockings, and pantyhose were rare and not very form-fitting. But this didn't stop Wenze from liking this kind of clothing that made women's legs look perfect.

After school that day, Wenze played ball with some close friends. Afterwards, he went to the bathroom to go home. While he was urinating, one of his friends glanced at him and exclaimed, "Wenze! What's wrong with you?!"

Wenze was startled. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Look at your penis, the head isn't showing! Look at mine."

Wenze had never looked closely at other people's penises before. After his friend pointed it out, he looked more closely and noticed that his friend's penis had a small head sticking out, with a small opening, while his was shaped like a shumai, with no head showing. His friends all came over to compare, and most had a little bit of head showing, except for Wenze's. The friend who had exclaimed earlier said, "My mom said you have phimosis, and you need to have it cut off, otherwise the filth inside won't come out and it will rot!"

This friend's mother was a doctor, and he had vaguely heard his mother talk about this before, but he hadn't paid much attention, otherwise she wouldn't have mentioned that phimosis could cause rot. The group chattered for a while, urging Wenze to get surgery to remove it to prevent his penis from rotting and killing him.

Wenze didn't know how he got home; his mind was filled with his friends' advice to "get it cut off." He thought cutting it off meant removing his penis, and then a new one would grow and he could show his face, but he was too scared to

do it—he was afraid of the pain. Wenze wanted to discuss it with his parents, but he was afraid his mother would scold him. It was just too embarrassing.

As soon as he entered the house, a voice shouted, "Brother Wenze! I'm here!" A little boy ran over and hugged his leg. Wenze looked down and saw it was his cousin from kindergarten. So his aunt was here too…

"Wenze, you're back! Come and eat something delicious. Auntie bought you clams, just cooked."

Wenze's expectant eyes followed the voice upwards, and a beautiful woman stood before him.

A pair of delicate feet in strappy open-toed sandals, clad in stockings, a pink dress, and a pretty oval face—this was Wenze's aunt, much younger than his mother. She was the youngest daughter on his mother's side of the family; his mother was quite old before his grandmother had her. His aunt's name was Xu Rou. She was always cheerful and talkative, and although she was almost 30, she looked like she was in her 20s. Because of this, as Wenze grew older, calling her "aunt" always felt a little awkward. She didn't act like an aunt at all; she was more like an older sister, and her personality was similar—lacking maturity. Her figure hadn't changed much after giving birth, especially her long legs, which were almost as stunning as those of the models Wenze saw on TV. What was even more striking was that although her legs were beautiful, she rarely went bare-legged; they were always covered in stockings. This made Wenze want to look but feel embarrassed, secretly cursing himself for being a pervert, even looking at his own aunt, yet he couldn't resist. Many years later, he realized that his fetish for stockings stemmed from his aunt.

"Wenze, come quickly, it'll get cold and won't taste good."

"My uncle-in-law was talking from the side. He was a department manager at a company with good profits and a high income. He was also good-looking, but a bit dull. He pursued my aunt relentlessly, buying her many gifts and flattering her. He wasn't good with sweet talk; he just treated my aunt sincerely. In the end, my aunt was attracted to his honesty and felt that such a man would be reliable for a life together. After graduating, my aunt didn't have a job. After getting married, my uncle-in-law's family found her a job at the judicial bureau. Back then, it was relatively easy to get into these kinds of units, unlike now where you'd fight tooth and nail to get in. Life was better, and she didn't have many worries. My aunt was always laughing and joking like a little girl." Carefree and happy, Wenze was infected by the joy of his aunt's family's arrival and didn't feel so pessimistic anymore. After washing his hands and eating, he played with his cousin for a while. His cousin then insisted on going to his grandma's house. His aunt said she hadn't seen her sister in a long time, and Wenze's father was away on a business trip these days, so she wouldn't leave that night to chat with her sister. So, his uncle said goodbye and left with his cousin.

That night, lying in bed, Wenze couldn't sleep. When he was alone, he thought about the thing that was bothering him. Wenze looked down at his penis and suddenly remembered what his best friend had said: "I heard from my mom that you have phimosis and you have to get it cut off, otherwise the 'dirty stuff' inside won't come out and you'll get penile cancer!"

Dirty stuff? The 'dirty stuff' inside?

What is that? If I can get the 'dirty stuff' out, I won't have to get it cut off! Wenze was excited about this brilliant idea. He then pulled down his foreskin. He had never done it before and winced in pain, but thinking that if he pulled it down and got rid of the 'dirty stuff,' he could avoid getting it cut off, he gritted his teeth and slowly pulled it down. "Damn!" "What is this!"

Wenze was startled to see a glans penis covered in smegma. He hadn't expected it to be so dirty. He quickly went to the toilet, poured out a basin of water, and began to wash it carefully. "What are you doing? Why aren't you asleep? What are you doing?"

His mother's questioning voice came from behind him. Wenze quickly locked the door and shouted, "I have diarrhea, my anus hurts, I ate too much chili, I'm just washing." "

After saying that, afraid that his mother would be suspicious if he washed for too long, he washed quickly and vigorously.

Wenze had never touched this place before. This was the first time in his life that his glans had been exposed, and he was being washed so roughly by himself. Wenze felt pain in his glans, along with some other sensations. He couldn't quite describe the feeling, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Wenze had never masturbated and didn't know how. The way he was washing was a form of masturbation, but he didn't realize it. After washing, Wenze lay on the bed, feeling very happy. He had finally relieved himself. Recalling the feeling of his glans being rubbed and touched, he had a sudden thought. His hand involuntarily reached down and grasped his glans, slowly stroking it, gradually becoming excited. He had heard from his classmates that men urinate when they are excited, so he wanted to get some toilet paper ready. But when he turned around, he found that the toilet paper on the bedside table was all used up. He wanted to give up but felt the urge, so he got up and went to the toilet. As he passed his mother's room, the door was open. Wenze glanced at it unintentionally and saw his aunt sitting on the edge of the bed wearing his mother's shorts, talking to his mother with her head turned to the side."

Perhaps he hadn't brought pajamas, Wenze thought, subconsciously slowing his pace and peeking furtively. His mother's shorts were just ordinary boxer shorts; in his aunt's and mother's eyes, Wenze was just a child, so they didn't bother with any modesty. Otherwise, they wouldn't have worn such revealing clothes. A pair of beautiful legs, their snow-white thighs exposed by the shorts, were visible. It was the first time Wenze had ever seen a real woman's thighs, especially his aunt's perfect thighs. His penis immediately hardened. Wenze practically ran into the bathroom, locked the door, blushed, and pulled down his pants, hanging them on the bathroom hook. Suddenly, he saw a pair of stockings hanging there.

Undoubtedly, these were his aunt's stockings, because his mother never wore them. Wenze's hands trembled as he held the stockings, stroking them. These were the stockings that had been pressed tightly against his aunt's beautiful legs. Wenze felt his head throbbing, his heart pounding uncontrollably. His hand holding the stockings trembled, and he couldn't resist any longer, pressing them to his nose and inhaling deeply, smelling the faint leather scent. His penis was about to explode. After smelling it for a while, Wenze wrapped the stockings around his penis, imagining himself rubbing against his aunt's beautiful legs, and quickly started masturbating. The slippery stockings made his soul almost fly away with pleasure. "Wenze, you have diarrhea, are you alright?"

His aunt noticed Wenze frequently going to the toilet and came over to ask. Little did she know that this only further aroused Wenze, who was already extremely excited. He was stroking his penis with the stockings on, and the concerned question from the stockings' owner reached his ears. Unable to hold back any longer, he ejaculated violently. "Ah! Ah! It's okay! It'll be fine in a bit! Ah!"

A suppressed sound escaped Wenze's lips as he answered his aunt, trembling as he ejaculated. The intense stimulation made his vision blurry…

Chapter 2

"What's wrong, Wenze? You sound like you're in so much pain? Does it hurt a lot?"

His aunt's concerned question came again. "It's nothing, it only hurt for a short while. You should go to sleep, Auntie, I'll be fine in a bit."

Wenze replied calmly after calming down. "Oh, then you should go to sleep early too. It won't hurt when you're asleep. Do you want some medicine?"

"No need, you go to sleep, Auntie. Don't worry about me, I'm fine..."

After shooing his aunt back into the room, Wenze stared at the white semen on the wall, overwhelmed with self-reproach. "How could I do this? She's my aunt, my own aunt, my mother's sister! I actually used her stockings to cover my penis and even thought about rubbing it on her legs! I'm not human, I'm an animal!"

Wenze pinched himself hard, carefully hanging the stockings back on the hook, thankful he hadn't covered the glans; otherwise, he would have been in serious trouble. After wiping the semen off the wall, Wenze sneaked back to his room like a thief, not daring to turn his head as he passed his mother's door. Too nervous and excited, he ejaculated again and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, the first thing Wenze did after arriving at school was to find his best friend and tell him about washing his glans the day before. His friend scratched his head and said, "Will this work? Your penis still isn't showing!"

"What does it matter if it's showing or not? All the dirt is gone. I washed it several times, it's definitely fine!"

"Okay then. I asked my mom again yesterday, and she said some boys develop slowly, like you. Maybe you're just developing slowly."

"Yeah, I guess so. Let's not talk about this anymore, let's go to class."

Wenze was in a great mood; his penis was fine, but his aunt's problem was still bothering him. Fantasizing about his aunt had made him awkward for a long time, and he was embarrassed to talk to her when he saw her. His aunt thought Wenze was just growing up and had something on his mind, so she didn't take it to heart.

Since the day he experienced the pleasure of masturbation, Wenze had started masturbating every few days. He had heard that frequent masturbation was bad, but he couldn't resist. At first, he would just look at magazine covers with revealing images and masturbate, but he quickly got tired of those few. He didn't dare buy the magazines with very revealing covers in bookstores for fear of his parents finding out, so he resorted to fantasizing about beautiful women and masturbating. Initially, he imagined many beautiful women: his teachers, movie stars on TV, and women he saw on the street. But eventually, the images of these women overlapped and all became his aunt. Wenze panicked and tried to get rid of the thought, but it was no use. Finally, he gave up. "Anyway, I'm just thinking about it, it doesn't hurt my aunt, it's okay," Wenze consoled himself. Gradually, his aunt became his exclusive object of masturbation fantasies, all the way to vocational school.

After graduating from junior high school, Wenze, whose grades were average, didn't go to high school but went directly to a vocational high school. Like many ordinary vocational high school students, Wenze found the studies very easy because he didn't study much, except for computer science, which he was somewhat interested in. The abundance of free time greatly increased his masturbation frequency. It eventually developed into a habit where he would masturbate even when he didn't want to, causing him great distress as he didn't know how to break the habit. However, Wenze was also happy because, perhaps due to prolonged masturbation, his foreskin had retracted to the glans even when flaccid, making it feel almost as if he had no foreskin at all when erect. This made Wenze very proud; he had seen the penises of many classmates and adults (while using the toilet or showering, not as a pervert), and none of them had such a short foreskin.

For the past few years, he had been buying a magazine called "Doctor X," which contained many articles about sex education. This was a treasure trove for Wenze, who was too embarrassed to ask his parents. The magazine also contained other medical content, without any pornography, so he wasn't afraid of being discovered by his parents. The magazine mentioned that a long foreskin could affect female sexual pleasure, and he secretly rejoiced that it wouldn't affect him in the slightest. He also read that masturbating could lead to premature ejaculation because men who masturbate are afraid of being discovered and try to finish quickly, eventually developing a habit of premature ejaculation. Wenze followed the article's advice in reverse, relaxing his mindset each time he masturbated. He would stop immediately when he felt the urge to ejaculate, wait a while, and then continue. Gradually, he could masturbate hundreds of times without ejaculating, developing exceptional ejaculation control.

Wenze went from a junior high school student to a vocational school student, feeling like he had suddenly grown up and was no longer as immature as a little boy. Meanwhile, things were changing at his aunt's house. His uncle, thanks to his outstanding professional skills, was promoted to vice president of the company, earning more and becoming busier, frequently traveling for work, and rarely seeing him. His aunt, bored at home, spent her free time reading and eventually passed the National Judicial Examination, becoming a notary public, which astonished Wenze and his mother. His aunt always struggled with studying, so becoming a notary public was practically a dream come true, yet she did. His mother and Wenze even celebrated for her. The notary's job wasn't particularly demanding. His aunt's busiest daily task was childcare, but her younger brother was in elementary school right near their home, and his grandmother took care of pick-up and drop-off, so she wasn't too busy. My aunt, who has plenty of money and free time, often goes shopping with her colleagues, buying clothes and cosmetics, and dressing more and more like a young rich woman.

Most of her clothes are skirts, but she also buys some shirts, dresses, miniskirts, and many other styles, and stockings are an essential part of her wardrobe. Books say that stockings are a woman's second skin, and Wenze deeply understands the aptness of this statement. The stockings of today are no longer the thick, loose, low-quality ones Wenze used to see. Since the X-Sha brand of stockings went on sale, the three standards of pantyhose, tight-fitting, and ultra-thin seem to have become popular nationwide. Women are throwing away their old stockings and vying to buy these new stockings that make their legs look sexier. Needless to say, my aunt is definitely among these women.

Wenze used to only be fascinated by beautiful legs and didn't feel anything for women's breasts because no woman had ever made him notice them. Things are different now. My aunt's clothes are all form-fitting now, making her breasts look large and her waist small. While her breasts weren't particularly large to begin with—saying they were "double-breasted" would be an exaggeration—they were definitely a C-cup. These clothes made them stand out, making Wenze unable to look away. My aunt usually doesn't wear pants; she wears skirts, mostly short skirts, to accentuate her beautiful legs. She's about 1.65 meters tall, with a captivating face like a peach blossom, large eyes, slightly pouting lips, and long, flowing hair. She wears a form-fitting top and a short skirt, covered in tight, flesh-colored sheer pantyhose, and high heels, highlighting her curves and revealing her long, slender legs beneath the skirt—dazzling and tempting.

Wenze is getting increasingly aroused. Almost every time he sees his aunt, he goes home and masturbates intensely. His initial guilt towards her has long since transformed into desire; he dreams of one day actually making love with her.

Vocational school students have a lot of free time, and most of them, like Wenze, dislike studying. They spend their days smoking, drinking, and talking about women. The women these vocational school students talk about aren't just superficial; many classmates have had sexual experience, lost their virginity, and then return to school to boast about how good they are. Wenze disdains their boasting; he believes his sexual abilities are superior to theirs, but unfortunately, he's still a virgin, never even touched a woman, and has no right to argue with them.

One day, after the second period, Wenze and a few classmates skipped class and wandered the streets. They glanced at the women, commenting on their figures and looks. When they came to an old, run-down street, one of his classmates, who often boasted about his prowess, pointed mysteriously and said, "Look here, this is the famous 'hair washing street.' I heard they've got a lot of 'new stuff' these days, and the quality is pretty good."

Wenze had heard of the "hair washing street," but didn't know it was here. It was still a mysterious and alluring place for him, and he couldn't help but look around a few more times. The dilapidated streets were nearly deserted, and all the small shops on both sides were closed. One after another, signs with suggestive words like "Spring Nightclub," "Love Hair Salon," and "Yearning Hair Salon" evoked unsettling associations.

"What's up, Wenze? Getting itchy? Want to go have some fun?"

a classmate teased. Wenze smiled but didn't answer.

In his classmates' eyes, Wenze was somewhat honest. He just didn't want to get too close to those overly thuggish, hooligan-like classmates. He never went when they asked him to fight. He smoked and drank regularly, often treating them, and had a fairly good relationship with his classmates. Knowing Wenze was still a virgin, his classmate adopted an old-fashioned tone and said, "Wenze, buddy, I have to talk to you. Don't think being a virgin is so noble. You're itching to get intimate, but you're pretending to be profound and not answering. Haven't you heard that for women, the later they lose their virginity, the better, because if they lose it early, they're worthless? For men, the earlier they lose their virginity, the better, because if they lose it late, they'll have less sexual experience. Take advantage of your youth and sleep with more women, hone your skills, and get any diseases early so you can satisfy women later! Just imagine, your wife is naked in bed, legs spread, waiting for you to have her, and you can't get an erection because of some disease. How heartbroken would your wife be? If you can't satisfy her, she'll have to find someone else who can, and then you'd be cuckolded, hahaha!"

"Get lost! You're the one who's sick! Your dick is cuckolded!"

Wenze laughed and kicked him, pondering his friend's words.

Yeah, I'm still a virgin. Even though I've masturbated countless times, it's still just masturbation. What if I ever have a real chance to have sex with my aunt and I ejaculate instantly without any experience? That would be so embarrassing! Besides, those guys at school always brag so much, acting all high and mighty. What's with all that arrogance? So what if I slept with a woman? So what if I had sex? My dick is better than all of yours! Especially this guy in front of me, acting all high and mighty, like he's the only one in the world who's ever slept with a woman. Wenze immediately made a defiant decision: Damn it, tonight I'm coming to the hair salon street to see what's so mysterious about it. First, to become a man, and second, for that one-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Forward! Forward! Say goodbye to my virginity! Forward!

Chapter 3:

When the hair salon first appeared, Wenze was puzzled for a while. Aren't haircuts and hair washing usually done together in a hair salon? Isn't it too much trouble to open a separate hair salon? What if a hair dryer or shaving parlor pops up one day? Wouldn't that create chaos? Later, he realized that the "hair salon" truly lived up to its name; it really did wash hair, but instead of human heads, it washed penises. Some women, whether lazy or driven by poverty, found an easy way to make a living and boldly embraced it, with the ranks showing signs of growing. However, not all the members were beautiful; many were rather unattractive. But being less attractive had its advantages: it was cheap, enriching the nightlife of low-income people in small cities.

Wenze, influenced by his meticulous father, always considered all aspects of a situation before acting to prevent mistakes. However, some situations were beyond his imagination, such as prostitution. After making up my mind in the morning, I lied and said goodbye to my classmate in a hurry and went home. When no one was home, I ran to my parents' room drawer and looked for condoms. I found one in a small box and took it. Then I thought it was wrong. If my parents found out, I wouldn't be able to explain it. Maybe my parents are careful and they just counted the condoms. If they suspected that my partner had used it secretly, then family conflicts would be inevitable. He put the condom back, silently thinking about what he should be careful about that night. Having never been to a brothel before, he couldn't think of anything, only a few things he'd heard: First, to prevent STDs, he had to use condoms. He couldn't bring the ones from home, but he could buy some at the pharmacy; that wasn't a problem. Second, he shouldn't carry too much money, just enough for his needs. He'd heard many stories of people being extorted for money after soliciting prostitutes. Third, preventing a police raid was also important. He needed to have a backup plan, like a window. If he got caught, he was done for. If his aunt knew he'd been to a brothel, he'd be too ashamed to face her. If there was no way out, he'd rather not go…

After lunch, Wenze left home, unable to concentrate on class. He found a park, lay down on the grass, and slept all afternoon. His mind was far from calm; he even felt that same panic he'd had when he was in middle school, worried about having his penis cut off. He drifted off to sleep, and when he opened his eyes, it was already past 7 a.m. Early autumn nights come early; it was almost completely dark. Wenze quickly called his mother to tell her he would be playing basketball late and was going out to dinner with his classmates. His mother told him to come home early and hung up. Wenze was so excited he had no appetite. He stretched and stomped his foot, trying to calm himself down. "Calm down, don't get excited, calm down, don't panic..." he

told himself, heading straight for the nearest pharmacy.

Wenze walked slowly down the street lined with hair salons, replaying the scene at the pharmacy in his mind. He hoped to find a male clerk to get him condoms, so he wouldn't be too embarrassed. But when he entered the store, he was stunned. All the clerks were young women. He wanted to leave but then remembered there were no other pharmacies nearby. Reluctantly, he went to the counter, found the condoms, and blushed, whispering, "I want this..."

"Which one? This one or this one?"

the female clerk asked loudly, not having heard him clearly. Wenze lowered his head even further, feeling tormented. He didn't speak, just pointed. The female shop assistant chuckled and handed him one. He paid and left immediately, just as he breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he worried that a condom might not be safe enough; what if it broke? In the end, his fear of contracting a disease prevailed, and he forced himself to go back and buy another one, despite his embarrassment.

This ordeal had greatly diminished Wenze's courage. He wanted to go home, but he was reluctant to leave without doing anything. At this time, the hair salon street was no longer the desolate scene it had been during the day. Every door was wide open, welcoming customers. Dim pink or purple lights created an ambiguous atmosphere. Through the large, transparent French windows, one could clearly see women sitting inside wearing sheer stockings and veils. Some shops also had one or two people standing at their entrances, seductively enticing passersby. Wenze put his hands in his pockets, trying his best to appear nonchalant as he strolled along. The girls found this amusing; everyone knew what this street was for, and who would come here for a stroll? This was probably a pretentious newcomer, probably a student, and quite good-looking. "Handsome young man...come in and sit down...it's very comfortable inside!" "Handsome...come here...I missed you..."

the girls called out to Wenze in their sweet, coquettish voices.

After walking for a while, Wenze was already somewhat disappointed. There were plenty of girls on this street, but their quality was shockingly low. This was understandable; the income level of residents in Wenze's small county was low, and the high-quality, high-priced girls had all gone to the big cities to seek their fortune. Only some third-rate girls occupied this place with their cheap prices. They were all heavily made up, but their looks and figures were very average. One plump girl, dressed provocatively, stood at the door, making Wenze feel sorry for her as a woman, and even more sorry for the business of her little shop. Wenze's appearance was above average, and his 1.8-meter height added to his appeal. His long-term basketball training had given him a muscular and explosive physique. Some of the less attractive girls in his class often called him handsome. Although he didn't think being called handsome by these girls was anything to be proud of, he was still secretly pleased—who wouldn't want to be praised for their looks? But just now, that chubby girl had called him "handsome" in a high-pitched voice, making Wenze's scalp tingle. He immediately felt that the word "handsome" had become much less sophisticated and full of derogatory connotations.

Wenze didn't want to give his long-preserved virginity to a fat and ugly woman, so he continued walking, deciding to compare prices at different shops. Surely there would be a few prettier ones on such a long street. However, the further he went into the back alleys, the worse the quality of the girls became; some who looked good didn't have feminine figures at all. Wenze gradually lost heart, feeling utterly disappointed.

He reached the last shop, thinking he'd just look at the girls' appearances and then go back, not expecting to see any beauties. "Love and Passion Hair Salon..."

Wenze read the name, looking inside to find the door open but no one inside. He thought, "Even the last shop is deserted; today is really unlucky." Just as he was about to turn back, the inner door opened, and a tall woman emerged. She had a relatively delicate face, average looks, and looked to be around 23-25 years old. Her low-cut, mini-dress accentuated her somewhat voluptuous figure. Wenze thought she was a little prettier than the other girls, at least her figure was more womanly, but he still wasn't interested. But when she walked to the light in the middle of the room, Wenze was suddenly attracted to her.

Because she was wearing Wenze's favorite stockings, although her legs weren't as beautiful as his aunt's, they were still acceptable. The skirt was too short, revealing a bit of the pantyhose's edge, and she wore high-heeled sandals. Her sexy outfit immediately stopped Wenze at the door.

That's her! Wenze excitedly confirmed his target; tonight he wouldn't be disappointed.

"Brother, want a hair wash? Come in and sit down~" The woman noticed Wenze standing at the door, looking him over, and called him in. "Oh, okay," Wenze replied, entering the shop. He stood awkwardly in the room, his hands still in his pockets, trying to look cool. Actually, he was pinching his thigh with his hands in his pockets, using the pain to calm himself; otherwise, he wasn't sure if he could stop his legs from trembling. "Brother, would you like a hair wash or a massage?"

the woman asked softly. "Um... um... I... I'll have a hair wash," Wenze blushed. He thought they'd go straight to the back room for sex, but he hadn't expected there to be other services, so he just blurted it out.

“Okay, big brother, come inside. Xiao Hui, take a look around.”

She said to a woman who had just come in from outside. “Don’t… don’t call me big brother… I think you’re older than me…”

Wen Ze said softly. The two women were taken aback and then laughed. “Okay, then I’ll call you handsome, okay? Little handsome guy…”

The woman led Wen Ze into the inner room.

There was a coffee table, a single bed, and an old sofa in the inner room. There were some clothes and stockings on the bed, and the lewd atmosphere immediately came out. Was he finally going to have sex with a woman? Wen Ze’s heart was pounding wildly. He had completely forgotten the precautions he had thought about at home, and only nervousness remained. “Is this your first time, handsome?”

the woman asked when she saw Wen Ze’s embarrassed look. “Um… yes…”

Wen Ze’s mosquito-like voice came. “Hehe, a little nervous. You’re not still a virgin, are you?”

the woman teased. “Um… yes… hehe…” Wen Ze

scratched his head embarrassedly, without denying it.

The woman's expression slowly changed from surprise to delight. "Oh my, what luck I have today! I even ran into Brother Tong! I've hit the jackpot!"

she exclaimed, then eagerly began to undress. "What's your name?"

Wenze mustered his courage to ask. "I want to remember who I gave my first time to, so I can reminisce later."

"Just call me Xiaofei."

"Okay, since you're older than me, I'll call you Sister Fei."

"Sure, I'm happy to have such a handsome younger brother."

At this moment, Xiaofei took off all her clothes, and Wenze saw a white body. She wasn't wearing a bra, her large breasts were slightly sagging, and her nipples were dark; she wasn't wearing underwear, only flesh-colored pantyhose, and her dark pubic hair was clearly visible. It was the first time Wenze had seen a woman's naked body, especially one wearing stockings, and he found it dazzling.

Although Xiaofei's figure was far inferior to his aunt's, the stimulation of her nakedness immediately made Wenze's penis stand erect. Would his aunt look like this when she was naked? Wenze thought of his aunt again—no, she should be prettier than her. His aunt had such a great figure, such firm breasts… No, no, how could he compare his elegant aunt to a woman like this?

Wenze shook his head to clear his mind. Forget it, don't think so much. It's just for exercising his penis anyway, this one is good enough, at least much better than that fat lady.

“Wow~ You're a real young man, quick reflexes! What are you standing there for? Take off your clothes, or do you prefer to do it with your clothes on? Hehe.”

Seeing the small tent in Wenze's pants, Xiaofei sat on the bed and teased him again. Wenze quickly took off his clothes, forgetting even to take out his condom, and climbed naked onto the bed, sitting opposite Xiaofei. He stopped Xiaofei, who was about to take off her pantyhose, saying, "I like looking at stockings, don't take them off."

"Hehe, you're not that old, but you have this hobby. Good, you've come to the right person today. Most people don't know how to do this. I'll show you my skills. Sit up against the headboard, and I'll serve you."

Saying this, she pressed Wenze against the headboard, sat opposite him, and used her hands to support herself on the bed. She lifted her stockinged feet and began to rub her penis up and down.

Wenze immediately felt his blood rush to his head. The stockinged feet of a woman, which he had only imagined before, were now real in front of him, and they were clamping his penis. Her white and tender legs, made of stockings, moved up and down, and her pubic hair was faintly visible, stimulating Wenze's nerves. The silky feeling on his penis made him tremble all over. "Is it comfortable?"

"Comfortable... ah... so good... ah..." Wenze's excited expression was somewhat distorted, and he could no longer speak clearly.

"Don't get too excited, try this again."

Xiaofei stretched her left leg forward, using the back of her foot to straighten his penis, then lifted her right foot and rubbed the glans with the sole of her foot. The glans felt intense stimulation, and after about ten strokes, Wenze couldn't hold back any longer. "Ah! I came! Ah!"

Wenze roared, a large amount of thick semen shooting onto the soles of Xiaofei's feet. Some of the semen that wasn't blocked by the soles flew into the air and landed on Xiaofei's stockinged legs, turning her stockings into semen-covered stockings…

After calming down, Wenze sat painfully on the bed, utterly dejected. Was he really sick? Had that classmate really been right? Normally, it would take him at least twenty minutes and hundreds of strokes to ejaculate, so why was it so fast just now? He ejaculated in less than two minutes. Did he ejaculate prematurely when he met a real woman? It was ridiculous that he even thought about having sex with his aunt; he was really overestimating himself!

"Sigh…"

Wenze sighed sadly, running his hands through his hair without saying a word.

"What's wrong?"

Wenze didn't answer, his blank gaze fixed to the side.

"What's wrong? Did you go crazy after just one time?"

Wenze remained dazed.

"Are you upset that you were too quick, that you're useless?"

"Mmm..."

Wenze responded, his voice trembling with a hint of tears. "Hey! I thought it was something serious. Looks like you weren't lying to me, you really are a virgin!"

These words were like heavenly music to Wenze right now. He abruptly looked up at Xiaofei. What? This isn't a big deal?

Does it have to be this fast?

Xiaofei took off her semen-stained pantyhose and wiped her legs, then started wiping Wenze's penis, saying as she did so, "I can tell you're usually the obedient, well-behaved guy. Let me give you a sex lesson. Guys usually ejaculate very quickly the first time. Who isn't excited the first time, especially a virgin like you who's never seen a woman before? It's even easier for you to get excited, and then your penis gets hard, and you're about to ejaculate. But it'll get better gradually; it won't always be this fast. Today, I'm in a good mood, so I'll give you a full service, hehe, and also test if you'll be this fast the second time."

Wenze was secretly pleased. So that's how it is; it makes sense. He was indeed too excited earlier. But what did she mean by "full service"?

Before Wenze could think any further, he felt his penis being enveloped by a warm, moist object. Looking down, he saw Xiaofei kneeling between his legs, sucking on his penis with her mouth. Wenze's head throbbed again. Good heavens! Can she use her mouth?! This is too perverted! Isn't the mouth for kissing? And she's sucking on penises?!

His penis, which had just ejaculated, seemed to want to see what was making it feel so good, and it rose again, even harder than before. Wenze sat there, grimacing, his mind blank.

"Slurp... slurp..."

The sucking sound came, Xiaofei swallowing and spitting out Wenze's penis as if she were eating an ice cream. "Oh... yours is so big..."

She was very satisfied with the reaction of Wenze's penis, not daring to stimulate the glans with her tongue, afraid that this virgin would ejaculate again. She wanted to have some fun today.

"Okay, come on, little brother, taste the flavor of a woman, come on..."

Xiaofei then sat up and lay down again, spreading her legs, her hands parting her labia, and clear mucus was already flowing out.

Wenze didn't move, staring intently at Xiaofei's genitals, as if trying to shove his eyes inside. "Come on, I've already opened the door for you, what are you waiting for? Honestly, are you stupid again? Sigh, there's nothing I can do."

Xiaofei waited for a while and seeing that Wenze didn't intend to move, she had no choice but to get up again and push Wenze onto the bed. She didn't intend to let a virgin wear a condom, and guided his large penis to the entrance of her vagina, sitting down abruptly.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

They both cried out at the same time, but the volume was different, with the louder one coming from Wenze. Xiaofei felt her lower body instantly filled up. She hadn't experienced such a thick penis in a long time. She supported herself on Wenze's body and quickly squatted and began to masturbate. Wenze felt a heat and tightness different from his mouth. Was this the feeling of a woman's vagina? Was this sex? Hot and wet, it felt so fucking amazing! I was such a fool to keep my virginity and pretend to be high-minded before! Seeing Xiaofei's breasts swinging wildly due to her vigorous movements, Wenze instinctively grabbed them, letting Xiaofei ride him.

Perhaps because he had just ejaculated, Wenze didn't feel the urge to ejaculate this time; his penis was a little numb and not as sensitive as before, but the pleasure had increased. "Ah... I'm tired... little brother, come and do it with your sister..."

After sitting for about ten minutes, Xiaofei lay down on the bed again and spread her legs. Without hesitation, Wenze immediately got up and inserted his penis into her vagina. Unfortunately, although he had read many books and masturbated for a long time, he ultimately had no actual sexual experience. He was a complete theoretical giant but a practical dwarf. After a few attempts, he couldn't find the entrance. Finally, Xiaofei guided his directionally challenged penis to the door, and Wenze immediately rushed in without hesitation, thrusting forcefully.

"Ah... be gentle, you're hurting me... slow down... you're too rough..."

Wenze had no technique whatsoever, only knowing how to fuck hard, relying on his youth. His penis felt like it was about to explode, his hands gripping Xiaofei's breasts tightly, thrusting into her with all his might. This time, Xiaofei couldn't speak clearly; the powerful thrusts made her feel like she was flying. Her legs wrapped around Wenze's waist, her heels pressing down on his buttocks, while her own buttocks were already off the bed. The sounds of their bodies slapping together were incessant, the sheets beneath them soaked and sticky, but neither of them cared at that moment.

"Slap slap slap slap slap..."

More than 20 minutes passed, Xiaofei's buttocks were already a little numb from the thrusts, and Wenze finally reached the edge of ejaculation. Suddenly, he felt a gush of hot water pour over his glans, and her vagina tightened even more. He thrust hard a few more times, and then roared as he ejaculated hot semen...

Chapter 4

I'm a man now!

Wenze sat in the classroom, beaming, reminiscing about yesterday's events. After their passionate lovemaking the previous night, Xiaofei was in high spirits, having not experienced that squeezing and struggling pleasure in a long time. Since Wenze was still a virgin, she made an exception and didn't charge him, even inviting him to come back in a few days. Wenze was also completely confident in his sexual abilities because of the quality of their second encounter—not just confident, but extremely satisfied. Such a hard penis, such powerful thrusts; although the duration wasn't very long, he considered himself quite capable. However, Wenze was still a little scared. He had been too excited yesterday and forgotten all the precautions. Everything else was fine, but the crucial point was that he had forgotten to bring a condom. Luckily, he didn't feel anything in his penis, otherwise, it would have been a big problem.

For a while afterward, Wenze frequently went to Xiaofei for sex, and at Wenze's request, Xiaofei always wore stockings when she had sex with him. At first, Wenze would ejaculate rather quickly upon seeing beautiful legs in stockings, finishing in just over 10 minutes. With more practice, he gradually gained control, eventually lasting over 40 minutes before ejaculating. The more he had sex, the thicker and harder his penis became, giving him inexhaustible stamina each time.

Xiaofei also introduced Wenze to many different types of stockings. He had only seen ordinary pantyhose and stockings before, but through Xiaofei, he learned that pantyhose came in many varieties, such as split crotch and openwork designs. As for stockings, there were even more types, including suspender stockings, lace-trimmed ones, and a whole host of other styles. Compared to Xiaofei, his aunt's stockings seemed too monotonous. Wenze wanted to have his aunt wear different stockings for him to have sex with sometime.

Among these stockings, Wenze was most interested in the wide-lace suspender stockings, as they exuded a sexy and decadent aura. The first time he encountered suspender stockings, Wenze was incredibly excited, grabbing Xiaofei's legs and thrusting wildly, resulting in her wetting the bed.

Wenze didn't regret giving his first time to a prostitute; on the contrary, he was quite fortunate. Although Xiaofei was a prostitute, she was also a good teacher. Many men's premature ejaculation and erectile dysfunction are psychological. If it weren't for Xiaofei's guidance during their first time having sex, Wenze might have lost confidence and actually developed premature ejaculation. In the days that followed, Xiaofei taught Wenze many sex positions and techniques, such as the woman-on-top supine position, the lotus position, and the rear-entry position, which Wenze mastered. Xiaofei also used many oral sex techniques on Wenze, making him feel extremely satisfied, and he couldn't wait for his aunt to give him a few blowjobs as well. However, he was somewhat averse to the 69 position and had never done it with Xiaofei. It wasn't because he disliked the position; on the contrary, he was very interested in it. He just felt that Xiaofei had been with too many men. He was fine with penile penetration, but he didn't want to kiss the places where other men's penises had penetrated. In fact, deep down, he still looked down on Xiaofei for being a prostitute. If it were 69 with his aunt, he would definitely not refuse.

After finding a sexual partner, Wenze's longing for his aunt dimmed somewhat, and he devoted himself entirely to his sexual pursuits. This continued until two months later when the brothel street was shut down and Xiaofei went to another city to make a living. Only then did Wenze's life return to normal, and his desire for his aunt reignited. This incident also led Wenze to stop masturbating, only doing so when he absolutely had to, and not frequently at all, indirectly correcting his masturbation habit.

Xiaofei's departure didn't affect Wenze much. His feelings for Xiaofei were purely sexual infatuation; unlike some naive young men who develop feelings for their first sexual partner, he only felt a little regretful that he would have no one to have sex with anymore. After that, Wenze never visited a prostitute again. He vaguely felt that if he did, he would be betraying his beloved aunt.

Later, internet cafes appeared in the county town, and young people like Wenze became regulars. Wenze had done well in computer science at school and quickly mastered the use of common software such as web browsing and online chat.

The sheer volume of information online is overwhelming, and as the saying goes, "a large forest has all kinds of birds," meaning that within this vast amount of information, pornography and violence abound.

Wenze had also visited many pornographic websites and discovered adult literature that perfectly suited his taste. He was particularly fascinated by the numerous incestuous stories, though he had reservations about the depictions of the female protagonists' actions in some of these stories.

For example, in some mother-son incest stories, the son was described as wanting to save his virginity for his mother, so when he took her, he would ejaculate very quickly, leaving the mother unsatisfied. This would lead to guilt for the son and regret for the mother. However, the mother would then gently comfort her son, saying it was okay, that it was normal the first time, and the son would regain his virility, resulting in a happy ending for everyone.

Wenze felt that such a thing was unethical. Because a mother or other female elder is still an elder, even if she's sexually frustrated, she won't easily overcome the psychological hurdle when having sex with a blood relative. No matter the reason, there will always be a knot in her heart. Perhaps she didn't think much about it when her desire was aroused, but if the younger man didn't satisfy her, the hurdle in her heart will become very high after the passion fades, and the knot will grow larger. The rational side of mothers or female elders will feel ashamed of their previous promiscuity, and the erotic side will feel regret for having finally let go and done such a despicable thing, only to still not be satisfied. Therefore, the possibility of having sex again is slim, because they can't find a reason to convince themselves to have sex with a younger person again, neither psychologically nor physiologically. This is the tragedy of virgins.

Wenze thought that if incest were to actually happen, the protagonist would have to be an experienced veteran. He would fuck her hard, letting her mother or older female relatives' thirsty bodies feast on their desires, experiencing unprecedented pleasure, like parched land receiving a downpour, exhilarating and irresistible. After things calmed down, when they recalled the scene, the frenzied feeling would make them unable to resist, leading to frequent sex. Although they knew what they were doing was wrong, the last vestiges of their reason had been crippled by the stimulation of sex.

After graduating from vocational school, the job market was already very bleak; many college graduates couldn't find work, let alone Wenze, a vocational school graduate. Wenze's mother anxiously approached his aunt, asking her husband to help find Wenze a job. His uncle, now a vice president of a company, had connections with various organizations, and with little effort, Wenze landed a job at a state-owned enterprise, doing odd jobs in the office.

These past few days, Wenze's workplace needed some things notarized at the notary office. Knowing that Wenze's aunt worked there, the supervisor instructed Wenze to contact her. Wenze took the company bus to the Justice Bureau, thinking about his aunt on the way.

Over the years, his aunt had always occupied a place in Wenze's heart, and he had begun to envy his uncle, envying his uncle's ability to hold such a perfect and beautiful aunt every night. However, in the past few months, something seemed off between his uncle and aunt. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but on the surface, they just weren't as affectionate anymore. His uncle didn't come to Wenze's house as often; it was usually his aunt who came alone or with her younger brother, and quite frequently at that. Wenze assumed it was because his uncle and aunt had become like an old married couple and had lost interest, and he secretly cursed his uncle for being ungrateful, wondering how he could be bored with such a beauty as his aunt.

The bus turned a corner into the Justice Bureau compound, interrupting Wenze's thoughts. Since the Justice Bureau wasn't far from his home, he got off and told the driver to go home. Holding the documents, Wenze jogged to his aunt's office on the third floor and knocked. "Come in,"

a pleasant voice called out. Wenze pushed open the door and saw his aunt photocopying documents. "Oh, Wenze's here. What brings you here, high-ranking official?"

"Auntie, don't be so modest. I'm just a worker, not even a high-ranking official. Anyway, my boss asked me to give you these documents. Take a look."

Wenze replied with a wry smile. "Hehe, sit down and wait a bit. I'll be done photocopying these few pages." Wenze

deliberately sat down on the sofa behind his aunt, slowly admiring her. His aunt was 32 years old this year, no longer the carefree young girl she once was. She had become much more mature, exuding the charm of a young woman. Her judicial uniform top was pushed high by her chest, highlighting her slender waist. A section of her calves, clad in sheer stockings, peeked out from under her short skirt, along with a pair of peep-toe stilettos, revealing a glimpse of her pink-painted toes. The allure of a mature woman was on full display.

"What are you looking at?"

Auntie turned her head at that moment and found Wenze staring at his legs.

"Looking at your shoes," Wenze said without changing his expression.

"What's wrong with the shoes? Aren't they pretty?"

"Who said they're not pretty? Auntie, tell me and I'll beat him up! How dare he question my taste!

Does he have a death wish?" "You smooth talker! You're just spouting nonsense."

"No nonsense, it's the truth. Auntie, aren't you tired wearing such high heels all the time? You're not short and need to wear platform shoes."

"Hehe, you don't understand, it's to make your legs look better. Nowadays, high heels all have platforms, they look high but aren't actually that tiring, and they really flatter your leg shape."

"Auntie, your legs are already so beautiful, why do you need to flatter them? You're beautiful, but you also have to have beautiful legs, what about other women? Do you have to be so captivating to be satisfied? Every man who sees you will be smitten!"

"You little rascal! You're even flirting with your aunt! Hehe, but I won't hold it against you because you're so sweet-talking."

Auntie really liked her nephew Wenze and doted on him. As Wenze grew up, her tone of voice towards him changed, and she had gotten used to these harmless jokes.

After carefully reviewing the documents and chatting with Wenze for a while, I told him after work that I was going to his house for dinner today. I hadn't seen my sister for almost a month and missed her. So we went to Wenze's house together. My mother was very happy to see my aunt and cooked a lot of delicious food, which Wenze thoroughly enjoyed.

Since almost no one works on Friday afternoons at public institutions, my aunt naturally didn't want to go either. After lunch, she and Wenze's mother went into the inner room to chat. Seeing that my aunt wasn't going to work, Wenze didn't want to go either. He called his workplace and lied that he had to go to the notary office in the afternoon, then stayed home and took a nap

. The food at lunch was a bit salty, and Wenze woke up thirsty after a while. He went to the living room to get some water. Passing by my mother's room, I noticed the door was ajar, and my mother and aunt were talking. Curious, Wenze went to the door to listen. The voices inside were very soft, but I vaguely heard them talking about my uncle. What happened to my uncle?

Wenze became even more curious and peeked through the crack in the door. He saw his aunt sitting on the edge of the bed in her pajamas, holding a tissue, her eyes red as if she had just been crying.

His aunt had often stayed at Wenze's house over the past year, and had brought a set of pajamas with her. Wenze figured his aunt and uncle must have had a fight, making her cry. His aunt's wife was honest and reserved, but she doted on his aunt. His aunt's tears must have come from something she couldn't tolerate. Seeing his aunt like this broke Wenze's heart. His uncle had gone too far; what had he done to make his aunt so upset? He couldn't help but curse his uncle and his ancestors in his mind, then sighed. Every family has its own troubles. After drinking the water, he felt sleepy again and didn't continue eavesdropping. Back in his room, feeling a bit hot, he took off his vest and changed into a smaller pair of boxer shorts. He figured he'd just wear them to bed and change back into shorts when he woke up; his aunt and mother wouldn't come in knowing he was sleeping. Wenze thought, climbing into bed without a blanket and falling asleep.

Around 3 PM, Wenze woke up needing to pee because he'd drunk too much water. His penis was throbbing. He rushed to the toilet barefoot, not even bothering to put on slippers. After relieving himself, he saw his aunt's peep-toe high heels neatly placed at the living room door, and lust surged within him. He glanced back at his mother's bedroom door; it was closed. His father had lunch at work and wouldn't be home in the afternoon, and his mother had also gone to work. He figured only his aunt was sleeping inside. Reassured, Wenze picked up the high heels and held them to his nose. The faint scent of feet made his penis hard again. He inserted the head of his penis into the shoe, imagining his aunt's beautiful feet rubbing against it.

"Mmm..."

A faint voice suddenly came from the inner room, startling Wenze, who quickly stopped what he was doing.

Wasn't his aunt asleep? How dangerous! Luckily, she hadn't come out. Wenze put down his shoes, wanting to hurry back to his room, when suddenly a thought struck him! Why did his aunt's voice sound so much like moaning during sex? Why was she moaning in the inner room with the door closed? No, I have to check.

Wenze's house was an old-fashioned building, with a small, high window in the living room connecting to the inner room. He gently moved a chair to the window, stood on it, and peered inside. His aunt was lying on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her left hand on her chest, while her right hand was inside her pajama bottoms, moving about.

His aunt was masturbating! Wenze already knew from Xiaofei that women also masturbate, and often more frequently than men.

Judging from her suppressed moans and vigorous hand movements, her aunt hadn't had sex in a long time. Wenze was shocked that his aunt, who always appeared dignified and elegant, would masturbate. After a brief moment of shock, his penis hardened again. He gripped his penis and stroked it, watching his aunt intently.

"Mmm... ah..."

"Oh... oh..."

His aunt's suppressed moans echoed through the house, while Wenze, sitting on a chair in the living room, also moaned with pleasure. In the inner and outer rooms of the house, the aunt and nephew were simultaneously masturbating, with the nephew acting as a voyeur.

Soon, the aunt's right hand moved faster and faster. With a long cry, her body arched and stopped moving. Wenze, outside, cupped his glans with his palm and ejaculated violently...

Chapter 5

Xu Rou was the youngest in the family, with an older brother and sister. Her parents hadn't intended to have any more children, and they thought they were too old to have any problems, so they lowered their guard. However, they underestimated the power of the human reproductive system and Xu Rou became pregnant. The elderly couple couldn't bear to abort her and risked the dangers of advanced maternal age to give birth to her.

The elderly couple, who had Xu Rou late in life, doted on her. From a young age, Xu Rou was pampered and given whatever she wanted. Even as a child, Xu Rou was beautiful, with a cute baby face, big eyes, and long eyelashes. Photo studios would display her picture as a signboard, and neighbors constantly praised her. Her parents were very proud of their beautiful and adorable child.

As Xu Rou grew older, her parents became stricter with her, constantly teaching her not to be arrogant, but to be humble and polite, and to behave like a girl in her daily life, not running around with boys all the time. Xu Rou was very obedient; she did whatever her parents asked, studied hard, and avoided contact with boys until high school.

In high school, Xu Rou blossomed into an even more beautiful young woman, with a pure and slender figure, and excellent grades, becoming quite famous at school. This attracted a swarm of boys who flocked to her like flies. Xu Rou wasn't particularly bothered by her classmates' advances; on the contrary, she was quite pleased with her charm. However, her smile faded when this charm attracted the attention of some local thugs.

These hooligans, dressed in a sleazy manner, loitered near the school gate all day, snapping their fingers and whistling at any pretty girl who passed by. Some of the bolder ones would even grab girls and demand dates. Xu Rou was their primary target. During that time, these thugs would harass her every time they saw her leaving school, terrifying her. She wouldn't dare speak, clutching her schoolbag and running away, afraid they would catch her, until she reached home.

Xu Rou's brother noticed that his little sister had recently gained a lot of appetite and asked her why she was eating so much. Xu Rou replied that running obviously required more energy than walking, and then told her brother about it. Her brother was furious and told her not to worry, he would take care of it the next day.

The next afternoon after school, Xu Rou's brother gathered a group of friends and rushed to her school. At the school gate, they saw several tall boys surrounding Xu Rou. Enraged, the brother yelled "Beat those bastards up!" and led the charge. The group beat the boys until they were crying and screaming. The thugs nearby, seeing this, realized Xu Rou had hired people to deal with them. Luckily, a few unlucky ones held the line, and then they all slipped away.

Xu Rou cried and screamed for him to stop. Her brother was puzzled as to why his sister was stopping him from beating the thugs. Was she addicted to being harassed? Before he could figure it out, the school's physical education teacher, who had arrived after hearing the commotion, grabbed his shoulder and demanded to know why he was beating a student. Only then did the brother realize that the boys lying on the ground groaning in pain were all high school students, their backpacks scattered on the ground. Today, several students from the school's basketball team, taking advantage of their height and size, arranged to escort Xu Rou home from school in the afternoon to protect her from harassment. They hoped Xu Rou would be moved and agree to be one of their girlfriends. However, instead of being moved, they were mistaken for hooligans and even beaten up by the brother of the student they were supposed to protect. It was incredibly

humiliating. Xu Rou and her brother explained the incident to the teacher and agreed to pay for the injured student's medical expenses before the teacher didn't call the police. Actually, the teacher didn't want the incident to become too public. Xu Rou felt very sorry for the basketball team members and apologized to each of them, begging them not to tell anyone, as it was too embarrassing. Although the basketball team members were badly beaten, they only suffered minor injuries. They were used to exercising and weren't afraid of such blows. Besides, since their goddess had spoken up, they had to give her face and promised to keep it a secret.

Many students witnessed the incident after school, but few understood the reason behind it. They only knew that the group of guys had beaten her very badly, and that Xu Rou had hired them. It was speculated that some basketball players, after failing to meet Xu Rou, were still persistent and harassed her at the school gate, so Xu Rou hired them to beat them up.

The rumors grew increasingly outrageous, eventually becoming that Xu Rou had complicated social connections, was associated with many thugs, and had a bad temper; anyone who dared to ask her out would immediately be beaten. Xu Rou found these claims both laughable and frustrating. She tried to explain, but explanations were just cover-ups, and cover-ups were the truth; no one believed her.

The boys who had surrounded her vanished like flies after being sprayed with insecticide. Even some girls spoke to Xu Rou tremblingly, afraid of accidentally provoking this "big sister's" temper.

Xu Rou's once-celebrated popularity vanished, leaving her ignored and feeling deeply disappointed. Gradually, she stopped paying attention to others and didn't want to talk to them either. Her grades dropped significantly, and she eventually got into an ordinary university. Even in university, Xu Rou wasn't very enthusiastic towards her classmates, especially the boys. The events of high school remained a shadow in her heart, and she didn't date during her three years of university until she met her husband, Sun Peng, after graduation.

Sun Peng was a year older than Xu Rou. When Xu Rou went to his company for an internship after graduating from university, he immediately fell in love with this beautiful girl. However, being introverted, he didn't know how to pursue her. Besides meals, he couldn't think of any other way, so he repeatedly asked Xu Rou out to dinner, blushing. Many people were interested in Xu Rou, and she had many suitors, but when Xu Rou saw those smooth-talking men, she thought of the hooligans she had encountered in high school and felt no interest, even feeling some disgust. She was only drawn to the honest and reliable Sun Peng.

Sun Peng was honest and steady, but he didn't know how to say sweet words or do anything romantic, which Xu Rou found somewhat regrettable. Xu Rou, who had never been in a relationship before, longed for a more romantic first love. However, aside from lacking romance, Sun Peng treated her very well in every other way; he was a good, practical man. He was always well-behaved on dates and never made any advances towards her. Influenced by her mother's teachings, Xu Rou believed that marriage required finding an honest and faithful man, otherwise life would be unstable. Finally, under Sun Peng's persistent pursuit, Xu Rou married him.

Married life was sweet. Sun Peng's family found her a job, freeing her from unemployment, for which she was very grateful. Having always been pampered at home, she began to learn to do housework, cleaning and laundry, wanting to put Sun Peng in a good mood as soon as he came home. Sun Peng always refused, saying that a wife is meant to be cherished, not treated like a maid. This moved Xu Rou even more, confirming that she hadn't married the wrong person.

After Xu Rou became pregnant, Sun Peng wouldn't let her do any work at all, pampering her excessively. Even Xu Rou's mother couldn't bear it and wanted Xu Rou to do some chores so as not to tire Sun Peng out. Sun Peng would always smile and protect Xu Rou, not letting her move, and continue doing his own thing. Later, after their son was born, the joyful atmosphere at home intensified, and Xu Rou's mother-in-law also moved in to help take care of the baby.

Xu Rou's mother-in-law's love for her grandson was no less than that of Sun Peng and Xu Rou. Except when she handed him over to Xu Rou for breastfeeding, she held him the whole time and never let go. Xu Rou was happy to have some free time and exercised at home, trying to regain her pre-pregnancy figure as soon as possible.

Xu Rou had always been very conscious of her figure. On their wedding night, she asked Sun Peng what he liked about her. Sun Peng shyly replied that besides her beauty, he was also attracted to her figure, especially her long legs. This answer pleased Xu Rou, who was always confident in her legs, and she also wanted to maintain a perfect figure to remain attractive to her husband. She didn't have time to go to the gym and didn't want to spend the money. Every day at home, she would take a book, put it on the floor, and do leg exercises on her tiptoes. This was a leg-beautifying exercise method she had learned from a magazine, and she had maintained it for many years with great results. After more than half a year, her figure had returned to its pre-pregnancy state. Strangers wouldn't guess she was a mother. Every time Sun Peng took her out to eat with friends, he felt the envious glances from them, which greatly satisfied his vanity. He was overjoyed to have such a perfect wife.

Recently, Sun Peng was promoted to department manager at his company due to his outstanding technical skills. Xu Rou was very happy and prepared a feast to celebrate, also having some drinks. Sun Peng's alcohol tolerance was average; he blushed after just a little. Looking at his wife's perfect face across from him, and recalling her soft moans in bed, he was overcome with lust. As they ate, Xu Rou noticed the hunger in Sun Peng's eyes and knew he wanted it. Blushing, she said, "What are you doing? Don't you recognize me

after seeing me every day? Can't you even eat properly?" "Wife, you're so beautiful. I can't get enough of looking at you."

Xu Rou was both shy and delighted. Then Sun Peng carried her into the bedroom.

Their naked bodies intertwined, and Sun Peng caressed her, kissing her lips. Xu Rou was aroused by his touch and actively grabbed her husband's penis, guiding it to the entrance. "Come on, husband...give it to me..."

Sun Peng thrust his hips in, entering her and immediately began to move. "Oh...so good...husband..." Xu Rou gently hugged Sun Peng, enjoying the pleasure of their lovemaking. But less than five minutes later, heavy breathing filled the air. "

Wait a minute, husband...oh...do it a little longer..." Xu Rou knew Sun Peng was about to ejaculate and hurriedly said, wanting to savor the feeling a little longer. Unfortunately, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt his penis begin to throb and ejaculate...

Sun Peng lay down satisfied and fell asleep. He always felt so good after sex that he would sleep for a while. Xu Rou covered her genitals with toilet paper and went to the bathroom to clean herself. She wasn't particularly interested in sex, but her desire only became strong after being aroused. Sun Peng's sex was always straightforward; he would thrust in and move immediately, finishing in a maximum of five minutes. Later, at Xu Rou's request, he added a rule of foreplay before penetration.

Xu Rou was a traditional woman and had never seen adult films. She had never read pornography; Sun Peng was her first and only man. She thought that was just how men were and never blamed her husband for his feelings. As she got older, she felt her desires were growing stronger, and she felt very eager every time they made love. Unfortunately, Sun Peng's sexual ability hadn't improved; he was still limited to five minutes, which disappointed her.

A few years later, Sun Peng continued to rise through the ranks through his own efforts, becoming the company's vice president. With a higher position came more responsibilities. Xu Rou also became a notary public, and her mother-in-law, worried that they would be too busy with work, brought their child to live with her.

One day, Xu Rou's sister came to her, asking her to ask Sun Peng to help find a job for Wenze, who had just graduated. Xu Rou had watched Wenze grow up, from a chubby little boy with a round face to his handsome, chiseled features, from a toddler learning to walk to his current 1.8-meter-tall stature. The tall woman remarked on how quickly time flew by.

She adored her nephew and immediately agreed to her sister's request. That evening, as soon as Sun Peng got home, Xu Rou told him she needed him to help Wenze find a job, specifying a few requirements: the work couldn't be too strenuous, the pay couldn't be too low, and the location couldn't be too remote. Sun Peng teased her, saying even Wenze's mother didn't have so many demands, yet she, as his aunt, was so concerned. Xu Rou replied, "I only have this one nephew, and he only has me as his aunt. If I don't love him, who will I love?" Sun Peng smiled and said, "You can't just love your nephew; you have to love your husband too. How are you going to thank me for asking for my help?" Xu Rou blushed. "Hmph, you're asking for a favor and you're making conditions? Come on..."

With that, the two stripped naked, filling the room with a passionate atmosphere...

The next day, Sun Peng contacted a leader of a state-owned enterprise. This enterprise had many business dealings with Sun Peng's company and often needed their help. Hearing Sun Peng's request, they readily agreed.

Sun Peng's company frequently had projects to work on but lacked the necessary construction qualifications. Each time, they would find qualified companies to sign contracts for the work. Sun Peng was in charge of the technical aspects, representing the client in fully supervising the contractor's work to prevent violations.

Wang Hu was one of the installers... The project manager had already secured all the project supervisors for his section, except for Sun Peng, the big spender. He frequently invited Sun Peng to dinner, hoping Sun Peng would loosen his grip like the other supervisors, allowing him to earn more. Sun Peng didn't want to go to these meals, but eventually succumbed to Wang Hu's enthusiasm and went. However, it was just for dinner; he didn't mention work at all. After the meal, he remained stern and impartial, adhering to quality standards and scrutinizing every detail. He never accepted any bribes from Wang Hu, making Wang Hu grit his teeth in frustration. "Damn it," Wang Hu thought, "I refuse to believe I can't get you!" After work that day ,

Wang Hu came to Sun Peng's office again and invited him to sit down. Sun Peng, who often went out to eat with him, didn't think much of it, called Xu Rou to say he would be home late, and went with him. After dinner, Wang Hu took him to a karaoke bar. Sun Peng had been to karaoke bars a few times with colleagues before, but this one was different from the ones he had been to.

Wang Hu led him to a private room, and soon two scantily clad, curvaceous girls came in.

Sun Peng immediately understood and stood up, saying, "Manager Wang, what are you doing?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, it's nothing, just singing. The girls here only sing for us, nothing else. Singing doesn't violate any principles, right?"

Wang Hu quickly explained.

Sun Peng sat down again, thinking to himself, "I know what you're up to. But you're underestimating me if you think you can get me this way. My wife is very beautiful, and her figure is no less than these girls'. With such a beautiful wife at home, I have no interest in messing around outside." After thinking it over, he said with relief, "Okay, let's sing a bit and relax." Wang

Hu smiled slyly, pulled one of the girls over, and started singing with her. Another girl sat next to Sun Peng, chatting sweetly. Sun Peng noticed that this girl was quite attractive, not inferior to Xu Rou, and younger than Xu Rou, looking only about eighteen or nineteen, like a college student. Through conversation, he learned that she really was a college student, working to pay for her tuition due to a poor family background. However, Sun Peng didn't believe her; even prostitutes' words weren't trustworthy.

Xu Rou, no matter how perfect, was still a woman in her thirties, and compared to such a youthful and beautiful girl, she immediately lost points. The girl sat next to Sun Peng, chatting with him. Her youthful aura made him somewhat restless, and his earlier confidence gradually disappeared. He had never been in a relationship in college; being introverted, he was hesitant to approach girls, but he still longed for those energetic female college students. Now, this girl made him feel as if he had returned to his college days, and his conversation became more witty.

"Mr. Chen, you keep singing, I'm going to the restroom." Seeing that Sun

Peng was getting along well with that woman, Wang Hu secretly winked at her, then put his arm around another woman and left. The woman inside got up, locked the door, and plopped down on Sun Peng's lap on the sofa. Sun Peng was startled and tried to push her away, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, and then her hot lips pressed against his.

For the past month, Sun Peng had been too busy with work and often came home late, going straight to sleep without any desire for sex. Now, with such a young and hot body sitting in his lap and kissing him, he couldn't control himself. The desire he had suppressed for a month suddenly surged up, and he forcefully pushed the girl down onto the sofa... Chapter 6,

May 22: Sun Peng returned home very late. After taking a shower, he lay in bed, looking at the sleeping Xu Rou, his heart filled with guilt.

Xu Rou was the perfect wife in his heart. How could he have such a wife and still harbor lustful thoughts about prostitutes? He was such a bastard! He vowed it would only happen once, and he would never go again.

The next day, Sun Peng went to the construction site to check on the progress. He saw Wang Hu by a road that needed backfilling. Wang Hu was directing a bulldozer to push stones into a deep ditch. According to regulations, road backfilling should begin with laying sand before adding stones, but the ditch was completely empty of sand, clearly indicating they wanted to fill it with stones to save on sand costs. Just as Sun Peng was about to stop him, he saw Wang Hu give him a suggestive look, as if asking how his night had gone.

Sun Peng stopped abruptly, his lips moved a few times but he didn't say anything. After a while, he sighed, pretended not to have seen him, got into the bulldozer, and drove away.

Wang Hu, finding his tactic effective, was in high spirits; he had finally gotten the big fish. In the days that followed, he frequently invited Sun Peng out for meals and karaoke. At first, Sun Peng insisted on refusing, but later, unable to resist Wang Hu's persuasion, he went anyway. Once, twice, three or four times, he gradually became more indulgent. "Doing it once is the same as doing it twice," he reasoned, "as long as my wife doesn't find out, nothing will happen. Who would know if I don't tell?" Sun Peng comforted himself with Wang Hu's words, always seeking out young girls, as if trying to make up for the regrets of his university days.

Xu Rou noticed that her husband had been having sex much less often lately. He used to have sex three to four times a week, but now he was lucky to have it once a week. She had heard that men who frequently went out for business dinners often visited prostitutes, but she still trusted Sun Peng completely. She felt that if a man like Sun Peng would visit prostitutes, then there would be no good men in the world. She assumed Sun Peng was just too busy and tired from work, so now whenever he was home, she wouldn't let him do anything, focusing solely on serving him. She also bought delicious and aphrodisiac foods to prepare for him, hoping to increase his libido.

Sun Peng was touched by Xu Rou's devoted service, but his mind was completely focused on the young woman, a new acquaintance. This girl was young, just 19, vibrant, with a hot body, and exceptional skills in bed. She let Sun Peng experience many different sexual positions, moaning incessantly each time, driving him wild. In comparison, the primitive, monotonous missionary position with Xu Rou and her suppressed moans due to shyness held no interest for Sun Peng. In his mind, Xu Rou's skills in bed were like an ant compared to an elephant. After learning

some new positions elsewhere, Sun Peng wanted to try them with Xu Rou, but she absolutely refused. She couldn't accept those incredibly lewd positions. When Sun Peng, with his erect penis, wanted Xu Rou to give him oral sex, she became angry, questioning where he had learned such a perverted request. Sun Peng lied, saying he saw it online, and was scolded by Xu Rou for a while. Sun Peng was disappointed. His wife was too traditional; it wasn't interesting. The prostitutes knew how to have fun and were much more seductive. "If my wife can't satisfy me, then I'll go find a prostitute," he thought shamelessly. "It's my wife's fault for forcing me to this, don't blame me!"

Several aphrodisiac meals didn't bring the desired result. Sun Peng still rarely had sex. Xu Rou thought, "Oh well, I'm over 30 now. How can I be as vigorous as a young man? It's fine if it's less. Not having sex won't kill me. It wouldn't be good if my husband saw me as a slut if I always actively sought pleasure."

That afternoon, Xu Rou had a gathering with colleagues after work. After dinner, they went to a karaoke bar. Usually, when she went out, she would just eat and leave, rarely going to karaoke bars. She felt that karaoke bars were unhealthy places with prostitutes offering special services. Every time she went, she was embarrassed to tell her husband where she had been when he asked where she had been, only saying she had eaten.

Tonight, Sun Peng told Xu Rou he had a business dinner and would be late, so Xu Rou wasn't in a hurry to go home. After singing for a while, Xu Rou urgently needed to use the restroom, only to find it full, with several people waiting outside. Xu Rou was about to burst, so she turned around and went upstairs to continue searching for a restroom.

This karaoke bar was located on the first floor of the building, with various services upstairs including bathhouses, massage parlors, and accommodations. After finding a restroom and washing her hands, Xu Rou suddenly noticed Sun Peng walking up from downstairs, his back to her as he headed down the corridor. What was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be going to eat? Was there a place to eat upstairs? A series of questions flooded Xu Rou's mind. Just as she was about to call out to Sun Peng for clarification, she saw him knock on a door. A girl's voice came from behind the door, "Why are you taking so long…?"

"You missed me so soon?"

Sun Peng said, entering the room and closing the door.

Xu Rou stared blankly at the door. Her mind couldn't process it. How could this be? How could this be! Sun Peng, a man like him, had actually cheated on her, finding a little vixen! He even lied to her about having a social engagement. No wonder he wouldn't touch her anymore; he'd found someone new!

Xu Rou was furious! After a brief moment of distraction, she ran over and pounded on the door, yelling, "Who is it?!"

Sun Peng's impatient voice came from inside.

"Open the door! Sun Peng, you bastard, open the door! I saw you come in! Open the door!"

Xu Rou shouted frantically.

Sun Peng was infatuated with this woman, and now he didn't go to her shop anymore; he just called and booked a hotel room. At this moment, she was wearing a sexy nightgown. After opening the door, she got into bed and waited for him. Sun Peng had just taken off his pants when he heard Xu Rou's shouts outside, and hurriedly put his pants back on.

"What's wrong?"

"My wife is here, I'm doomed..."

"So what if she's here? She's looking for you, not me."

Sun Peng had no choice but to open the door with a forced smile, standing awkwardly at the doorway. "Wife, what's wrong with you coming here..."

Xu Rou pushed him aside and went into the room, finding a young girl in a revealing nightgown sitting on the bed, casually playing on her phone. Sun Peng's honesty was the main reason Xu Rou decided to marry him. She gave up romance for it, but now this "honest man" was also seeing a prostitute, a huge irony for her.

Looking at the young, beautiful girl, Xu Rou remembered that she was about the same age when Sun Peng pursued her, and tears of grievance streamed down her face.

"Wife..."

"Slap!"

Sun Peng called out as he walked in. Xu Rou responded with a slap, covered her mouth, and ran out crying.

After taking a taxi home, Xu Rou sat on the sofa and cried uncontrollably. What was wrong with this world? Were there no good men left? She had been so good to him, so why did he still see a prostitute? The image of that prostitute flashed through her mind again. Was it her age? That prostitute was so young, radiating youthful energy. Did Sun Peng think she was too old? Thinking of this, Xu Rou became even more heartbroken, and her tears flowed even more fiercely… She heard

the door open, and Xu Rou immediately got up, went into the bedroom, and locked the door. After Sun Peng entered the living room, he apologized to Xu Rou for a long time through the door. Xu Rou didn't open the door, only telling him to get out and then fell silent. Helpless, Sun Peng slept on the sofa that night.

The next day, after Sun Peng went to work, Xu Rou went to stay at her sister's house, warning him not to come looking for her and that she would divorce him in a few days. Sun Peng went several times but was turned away at the door, so he resorted to phone calls, calling Xu Rou every day to beg her to come home, but she refused each time. His sister was shocked and angry when she heard about Sun Peng's visit to prostitutes, but seeing her sister and brother-in-law in such a state was also distressing. She tried to comfort him, saying that Sun Peng had just lost his temper and was still a good person at heart. She explained that he had just become a leader and hadn't dealt with these things before, so it was understandable that he made mistakes; he just shouldn't do it again. Besides, even for the sake of the child, they shouldn't go down the path of divorce, otherwise the young child would be fatherless and vulnerable to being bullied.

Xu Rou couldn't bear to part with her son at the mention of him; he was her life, and she was willing to do anything for him. A week later, Xu Rou returned home. Sun Peng was overjoyed and came home on time every day, speaking to Xu Rou with great care. Unfortunately, Xu Rou was utterly disappointed in Sun Peng by this time, and was only with him for the sake of their son. Afterwards, Xu Rou rejected Sun Peng's several advances, feeling nauseous at the thought of him having penetrated a prostitute, and resolutely refused to let it enter her body. Seeing that Xu Rou was determined not to have sex with him, Sun Peng gave up. Feeling stifled, he secretly went to see prostitutes again.

"Well, things are like this anyway, let's just take it one day at a time. We'll deal with our issues when the child is older," they both thought. Gradually, Sun Peng saw that Xu Rou was ignoring him every day and showed no sign of forgiving him, so he simply rented an apartment outside and stopped going home. Their relationship existed in name only, but they were still thinking about the child. Neither Sun Peng nor Xu Rou wanted the child to stay with the other, so after discussing it, they decided to have their parents take turns caring for the child temporarily. So the child would stay at his grandmother's house for a few days, then his maternal grandmother's house for a few days. When he missed his parents, Xu Rou and Sun Peng would take their son out to play, and after sending him back to his parents' house, they would separate and go back to their own places.

Xu Rou thought that since she couldn't get a divorce now, she didn't tell their parents about Sun Peng's infidelity. Telling them wouldn't do any good; it would only add to the trouble. She didn't want to cause any more trouble. When she was bored, she would go to her sister's house for a few days to talk to her. Her sister's house was an old-fashioned two-bedroom apartment. Whenever she stayed there, her brother-in-law had to share a bed with Wenze in his room. Fortunately, her brother-in-law had a good temper and didn't mind. Once, he even joked that her frequent visits made him unable to tell if his wife was his sister or Wenze. This perverted joke made Xu Rou laugh so hard she almost passed out.

Since discovering Sun Peng's infidelity, Xu Rou hadn't had sex even once. At first, she was so angry that she didn't want to at all, but gradually, as her anger subsided, her desire surged back like a tide. Before her relationship with Sun Peng broke down, their sex life was relatively normal. Although each time they made love, it was very short and she never reached orgasm, but it was better than nothing. Now, the scratching tool was dirty and unusable, so she had to do it herself whenever she felt itchy.

A woman in her thirties is like a tiger, and several months of empty nest is unbearable for anyone. Xu Rou had never reached orgasm during sex with Sun Peng. Her first orgasm was achieved through masturbation, but the quality was generally poor. Each time she orgasmed, her vaginal contractions made her crave fullness from a penis, but unfortunately, she only had slender fingers. Xu Rou felt her body was like a field of crops, and her libido like weeds. She would try to pull them up whenever they sprouted, but the speed at which she pulled them out was far slower than the speed at which they grew. With the increase in masturbation, her desire showed no signs of diminishing; on the contrary, it grew stronger. The weeds in the field were like fertilizer, growing strong roots and thick leaves.

At first, Xu Rou's actions were simply stimulating her clitoris, but later, her desire became so strong that she began to touch her breasts and stimulate her vagina, wanting to do so whenever she had a spare moment. In public, she maintained a dignified appearance, but in private, she indulged in lonely self-stimulation. Xu Rou was very disappointed with her current life and didn't know when it would end.

Today, Wen Ze came to her workplace, and she argued with him for a while, which improved her mood considerably. Wenze has become an indispensable spice in Xu Rou's life. Her beloved nephew, after graduating from vocational school, has developed an incredibly sweet and charming way of speaking, almost cloyingly so. Xu Rou loves this way of talking to Wenze; it makes her feel several years younger. However, Wenze's compliment that she could charm any man that morning made her smile bitterly. She felt unworthy of the title of "charming" since she couldn't even charm her own husband.

At noon, she went to her sister's house for lunch. After lunch, they chatted, and the topic of Sun Peng came up again. After a while, Xu Rou started crying again. Her sister asked her what she planned to do, saying she couldn't live like this forever. Xu Rou said she'd wait until her son was older; she didn't have time to think about these things now, her son's healthy growth was the most important thing. Then her sister asked how she dealt with her physical needs. Xu Rou blushed and stammered that she took care of herself. Her sister sighed, feeling sorry for her sister's situation, but there was nothing she could do. Then she asked if she had tried other men. Upon hearing this, Xu Rou hurriedly waved her hands in denial. She wasn't divorced yet and was still someone else's wife; she wouldn't look for other men, otherwise she'd end up like Sun Peng. Her sister tried to reason with her for a while, but Xu Rou couldn't stand her nagging and urged her to go to work, while she herself lay in bed resting with her eyes closed.

Lying in bed, Xu Rou thought about her sister's words. Looking for men? Wasn't that just looking for a penis? Having sex with a man other than Sun Peng was something she had never considered. She had always thought that she would only have Sun Peng's penis in her life, but it turned out that penis was inside someone else's vagina. Thinking about this, Xu Rou became angry again, and at the same time, her lust rose. She really wanted it. She gritted her teeth, got up, closed the door, and lay down. Just as she was about to start masturbating, she suddenly remembered that Wen Ze was still at home. So she quickly got up and tiptoed to Wen Ze's room to check if he was asleep. Otherwise, if Wen Ze found out she was masturbating, she would be too ashamed to face anyone.

Xu Rou peeked into Wen Ze's room and saw him sleeping soundly. Relieved, she was about to go back inside when she suddenly noticed a tent in Wen Ze's underwear. Wow! How could it be so big! It was the first time Xu Rou had ever seen a man's penis other than her husband's. Even through his underwear, she covered her mouth, staring in disbelief.

Wen Ze had gotten up and drunk too much water, causing his penis to become erect from needing to urinate. His tight-fitting boxer shorts perfectly outlined the shape of his penis, and to make matters worse, because the shorts were short, a bit of the glans was showing from the waistband.

Xu Rou stared blankly, then suddenly realized what was happening. She quickly covered her burning face and went back to her room, locking the door.

What was I thinking? He's my nephew! This is my sister's house! What am I thinking?!

Xu Rou shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the chaotic thoughts, but the image of Wen Ze's penis in her mind became clearer and clearer. A surge of lust overwhelmed her, preventing her from thinking. She silently lay on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, and began to masturbate.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Xu Rou suppressed the shameful sounds that involuntarily escaped her throat. Her mind was filled with the image of Wen Ze's penis—thick and long, with a fiery red glans, giving it a somewhat ferocious appearance. Xu Rou's thoughts were in fierce conflict. Would such a penis pierce her if it were inserted? No, he was her nephew! How could she let him penetrate her? What's wrong with that? Anyone with a big penis will do. Come on, come and fuck me! I want a big penis right now!

Lust finally overcame reason. Xu Rou imagined her right hand as Wen Ze's large penis, moving it rapidly. Her cries became even more uncontrollable, and in this special sensation, the orgasm came much faster than usual. "Mmm... Ah..."

With a long cry, Xu Rou's body arched...

Chapter 7

In recent days, Wen Ze had to come to the Justice Bureau every day because of work. At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa in Xu Rou's office, secretly observing her as she intently studied the documents.

Wen Ze was shocked when he discovered Xu Rou masturbating last Friday. He didn't understand why his aunt would masturbate even though she had a husband. Was it because her husband's sexual ability was weak and couldn't satisfy her? No, that didn't make sense; she didn't seem like someone with a strong sex drive. But if she didn't have a strong sex drive, how could he explain masturbation? There must be some secret involved. Wen Ze was very curious and troubled. How could he find out?

What had I done?!

Xu Rou was equally troubled. How could I be so lewd! I started masturbating at my sister's house, and... I was even masturbating while thinking about my nephew. Was I really that lewd? That kind of thing, even incest is acceptable? No! No! I must have been blinded by lust at the time. I'm not that kind of promiscuous woman. It was an accident. If I hadn't seen Wenze's...that thing, I wouldn't have done it. My character is still good at heart. Yes, that must be it! But even so, it's still too much. But Wenze's thing is really big! Oh dear, here I am again...

Wenze was thinking when he suddenly noticed that Xu Rou's face was red. What happened? It's not hot in this room. Did she catch a cold?

"Sister Xu, these are the documents you wanted. I brought them to you."

A girl walked in and put the documents on the table.

"Oh, thank you, Xiao Li. Let me see."

Xu Rou quickly gathered her scattered thoughts and looked down at the file. "Wait a minute, one's missing."

"No way, let me see."

Xiao Li checked it over. "It's indeed missing. Here, I'll send it to you via QQ in a bit, you can just type it out, saving me the trouble of making another trip. What's your QQ number?"

"QQ? That thing you use to chat on the computer? I've never used that, I don't have an account."

"No way! There are still people who don't use QQ? Sister Xu, you don't even go online?"

"Hehe, I don't use it much."

Xu Rou was a little embarrassed.

"Use my account first, my number is xxxxxxx," Wen Ze quickly said.

"Okay, I've got it, I'll send it to you when I get back."

After Xiao Li left, Wen Ze downloaded and installed QQ, logged in with his own number, received the file, and typed it out.

"Auntie, why don't you use QQ?"

Wen Ze asked Xu Rou, who had been watching from the side.

"I don't know how to use it. I see so many chat software programs, ico, qicq, qq, etc., there are too many, I don't know what they're all for."

"Hehe, qicq is just QQ, just renamed. I'll register an account for you."

"What would I need an account for? I don't chat."

"Auntie, actually I think you should chat."

Wen Ze looked at Xu Rou seriously and said, "The biggest charm of online chatting is that you don't know who the other person is. You can tell them anything on your mind, you can talk about your worries and secrets, anyway, you can't see the person."

"Hehe, I don't have any worries."

Xu Rou chuckled.

“I see. You haven’t been smiling much lately. Why don’t you tell me about it? I can give you some advice.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. You little brat, trying to advise me? You’re too naive, haha…”

Xu Rou gave Wen Ze a disdainful look.

Wen Ze smiled helplessly. Sigh, he still treats me like a child.

“But since you said that, I’ll apply for one.”

Xu Rou’s heart skipped a beat when she heard Wen Ze’s words. Yes, finding someone to confide in online might be a good idea. She was under too much pressure. Anyway, the other person didn’t know who she was, so it wouldn’t matter.

“Okay, I’ll get it right away… Alright, xxxxxxx, this is your QQ number. Your name is aa, and your password is 123456. You can change it yourself. Do you need to fill in your age and stuff?”

Wen Ze asked after quickly finishing.

“Fill it in. I’m too lazy to do it myself. You can do it for me.”

“Okay, how old do you want? 18 or 20?”

Wen Ze said with a smile.

"Of course I'll fill in my real age, I'm not going to lie."

"Exactly, it's so hard to find someone as honest, serious, upright, and law-abiding as

your aunt, haha..." "You're making fun of your aunt again, you're asking for it!"

Xu Rou slapped Wen Ze.

"It's all set up, now I'll teach you how to add friends, look, like this..."

Wen Ze added his number to Xu Rou's friends list and then taught her how to add other people.

"For example, if you want to chat with a guy, just search for 'male'..."

"I don't want to chat with guys, I want to chat with girls."

Xu Rou snorted.

"To be honest, people who chat online are mostly looking for the opposite sex, opposites attract, right? Besides, most women online have a lot of male netizens, and guys are too busy chatting with everyone else to have time to chat with a woman like you. Besides, only men understand women, don't you think?"

"You mean I'm unpopular, right! Don't think I can't tell!"

Wen Ze had barely finished speaking when he was slapped on the shoulder again.

After returning home from the Justice Bureau, Wen Ze immediately went online and used his other QQ number to find Xu Rou's number. He found that she was still online and immediately added her as a friend. He planned to use this number to uncover Xu Rou's innermost thoughts and secrets. For this, he even changed his online name to Charles I, the same age as Xu Rou, 32. He carefully chose this name, which perfectly reflected his feelings for Xu Rou.

"Xiao Rou..."

Wen Ze read Xu Rou's online name. Heh, she changed her name so quickly, and to such a youthful one at that.

"Hi, hello."

"Hello."

Wen Ze's hands trembled slightly. He wasn't Xu Rou's nephew anymore, but chatting with her as a stranger of the same age, which excited him greatly.

"Are you over 30?"

Charles I asked.

"Yes, what's there to doubt?"

"Most women write their age as younger, but you're different. It seems you're very honest."

"Of course, I don't want to pretend to be a little girl and deceive people."

Deceive people? Heh, Auntie, you're too serious. Wen Ze laughed and continued typing.

Charles I: Heh, although you say you don't want to pretend to be a little girl, I don't think you really mean it, do you?

Xiao Rou: What do you mean?

Charles I: You're 32, but your name is Xiao Rou. I guess your name has the character "Rou" (柔, meaning gentle/soft) in it, and you added "Xiao" (小, meaning small/small) because you subconsciously want to stay young. Otherwise, why not Da Rou (大柔, meaning big/soft), right?

Xu Rou thought this guy was quite clever; the name she chose actually had some meaning, but she didn't want to admit it so readily.

Xiao Rou: You guessed right.

Charles I: Stop guessing, isn't it?

Xiao Rou: Yes, yes, okay? How can you be so domineering and unforgiving?

Charles I: No, I studied psychology, so I'm very sensitive to some things. You can consult me about any worries you have; it's free.

Xiao Rou: You're just bragging; I don't believe you…

After chatting for a while, Xu Rou logged off. Wen Ze was very satisfied with this first chat. Charles I must have left Xu Rou with a humorous impression. Such a person is very attractive to women chatting for the first time, especially a well-behaved woman like Xu Rou who doesn't usually interact with other men.

Because she wasn't busy with work, Xu Rou spent her free time chatting online these past few days. She found online chatting to be as interesting as many people said; the feeling of not being able to see each other was novel to her. She could say things here that she wouldn't normally tell friends or relatives, since no one knew each other and no one could see each other, so she didn't have to worry about anything. This made Xu Rou much bolder in her speech.

The online community consisted of all sorts of people, including many with a humorous personality. Xu Rou had been chatting quite well with a guy named Charles I these past few days. He claimed to have studied psychology, was the same age as her, and was witty, though sometimes quite domineering. Xu Rou, who had always been pampered by her husband, found it novel and interesting to encounter someone so domineering towards her for the first time. Over time, she also discovered that he had insightful views on life and relationships. As they became more familiar, Xu Rou opened up to him, discussing everything under the sun.

Wen Ze was very happy lately because Xu Rou had made Charles I a regular online friend, chatting with him almost every day. Wenze knew that Xu Rou enjoyed reading lifestyle and relationship-related newspapers and magazines. He knew that to open her heart, he first needed to convince her that he was someone who understood and had insightful views on relationships. To this end, he frequently visited online forums, researching a large amount of information and articles on relationships. He then collected and organized the ideas, added some insights from other users, and saved them in a document. He would read the document while chatting with her.

That evening, Wenze chatted with Xu Rou online as usual; they had agreed to chat every night at 7 pm.

Xiao Rou: Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, why did you name yourself Charles I? Did you want to be a king?

Charles I: I want to be king, but I don't have a queen. Why don't you be king? Haha. Xiao Rou: Get lost! I don't want to! You must be ugly and narcissistic, otherwise why would you fantasize about being king?

Charles I: I'm neither handsome nor ugly, just average. I think you're ugly, really.

Xiao Rou: Hmph, I'm a great beauty! Don't assume everyone else is ugly just because you are.

Charles I: I'm not just saying this randomly. You say you're beautiful, but you spend all day chatting online. Beautiful women don't have that much time online; they're all out dating. Maybe you say you're married and have nothing to do at home, but doesn't your husband get angry seeing you chatting all day? If you do nothing but chat, your relationship will suffer. Your husband must think you're ugly and have lost interest in you, or maybe you have other reasons for being online every day?

Wen Ze tentatively asked. Although they'd been chatting well these past few days, they hadn't gotten to any real issues. He decided to break the ice today.

Xu Rou fell silent, thinking about her own affairs, and momentarily lost in thought.

There was no reply for a while, making Wenze regret his haste. He should have chatted a few more days and laid the groundwork before asking. If Xu Rou got angry and ignored him, all his efforts would be wasted.

"Sigh, feelings... feelings are so fragile. Do you think the feelings between husband and wife can withstand temptation?"

Just as Wenze was feeling anxious, Xu Rou replied, and with this sentence. Wenze was happy but also puzzled. Why would she say that?

Charles I: What do you mean by asking this question? Are you and your husband's relationship really not good?

Xiao Rou: The relationship is so-so. We've been married for a long time.

Charles I: It's not that simple. You seem a bit lonely. It's hard to keep things bottled up. It's not good for your health. Tell me about it. Tell me your troubles. Let me, the psychologist, analyze them for you.

Wenze's heart pounded after typing. Whether he could find out his aunt's troubles depended on this sentence. He had to succeed!

"Sigh..."

Xu Rou hesitated whether to speak up. Finally, because she had been holding it in for too long and because of the internet, she made up her mind.

After a while, Xu Rou finally replied.

Xiao Rou: Okay, I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone, it's a secret between us.

Charles I: Don't worry, you've been chatting with me for so long, don't you know me? Besides, this is online, we don't even know each other, no one would believe me if I said anything. Even if you were naked and chatting with me right now, I wouldn't see it, let alone what you're saying.

Xiao Rou: You pervert! You're the one who's naked! Stop messing around. Seriously, help me analyze this, I feel so much pressure right now, so stifled.

Charles I: No problem, go ahead, open your heart, confide in me like an old friend.

Xiao Rou: Okay. "I met my husband during my internship after graduating from university..."

Xu Rou recounted her entire story, from their first meeting and falling in love to marriage, childbirth, and even her husband's infidelity. Wen Ze listened intently, especially to the part about her uncle's affair. He had previously suspected that Xu Rou's tears were due to this, but he couldn't believe that such an honest man as her uncle would have affairs, especially with a beautiful wife. Now that her uncle's infidelity was confirmed, Wen Ze was shocked.

Xiao Rou: "I'm done talking. I'm so tired. Is there anything else you want to say, Master?"

Charles I: "Of course, there's a lot to say. Let me explain slowly."

Wen Ze quickly stopped his random thoughts, opened the document, copied down information, added his own opinions, and began to speak.

Charles I: "There are many temptations in society today. Men are more easily attracted to temptations than women because men have stronger physiological desires, and their sexual desire comes and goes quickly, leading to a higher probability of infidelity."

Many Chinese women today feel that after marriage and childbirth, they no longer have the energy to dress fashionably. Staying home to care for their husbands and children, they become "yellow-faced housewives," which only bores their husbands, leading them to seek other partners.

Xiao Rou: You're wrong. I've always paid attention to my appearance, and my husband often compliments me on my looks, but he still cheated on me. How do you explain that?

Charles I: That's just your side of the story. You think you know your husband well, but that's not the case. Let me put it this way: has your husband ever asked anything of you that you didn't do?

Xiao Rou: No, I've always listened to my husband.

Charles I: Really? Think about it carefully, even small things count.

Xu Rou blushed. She was silent for a moment, then typed.

Xiao Rou: If I had to say, it's that sometimes he would ask me to do some lewd positions during sex, which I couldn't accept and refused. But that's not a reason for him to cheat.

Wen Ze was somewhat surprised that Xu Rou could say that. He imagined it took a lot of courage for her to say it, and her face must have turned red. But now that they were talking about sex, things would be easier.

Charles I: You're wrong, terribly wrong!

Xiaorou: I'm not wrong! I love my husband, it's just that this reason is too sordid, it's not presentable!

Charles I: You're right, it may not be a presentable reason, but it's a perfectly valid one. Everyone has sexual fantasies, men especially so. In today's society, there are both reserved and promiscuous women. No matter how beautiful or wonderful a wife is, she's still just a woman; she won't possess many personality traits simultaneously. Men hope their wives are elegant in public and skilled in the kitchen, a lady in public and a wanton woman in private. But the reason I say "hope" is because such women are rare. They certainly exist, but they are definitely not many. Most women only have one personality. Therefore, after a long time of marriage, men lose interest in their wives. Unfaithful men go out to seek excitement, while more honest men want to "train" their wives, to mold them into their ideal type. If their wives disagree, they will be very disappointed, and then they are very likely to go out and seek novelty as well.

Xiaorou: ...What you said makes some sense, but isn't it too hasty for a husband to cheat just because his wife doesn't agree to his sexual advances? Men like that are usually womanizers, right? My husband isn't like that!

Charles I: You're wrong again! Honest men don't lack the desire, they lack the courage. They suppress their desires, and once given the chance, they can be far more powerful than men who constantly seduce women. The more honest a man is, the more repressed he is. Any normal man will be interested in a flirtatious woman. His honest nature suppresses his desires, making him more prone to cheating when faced with temptation.

Xiaorou: ...

Charles I: What's wrong? Are you shocked by my explanation and speechless?

Xiaorou: Hehe, don't be so conceited. But what you said does make sense. It seems men are unreliable. So many women cheat after marriage these days, both men and women, but people only condemn women for cheating, while downplaying men's infidelity. Women are truly pitiful.

Charles I: First, I need to correct you. Men are unreliable, but not all of them are. Someone like me is absolutely reliable! Hehe! Then there's the issue of infidelity you mentioned. This involves human physiology. During sex, the man is the active party; his penis is like an invader, and the woman is the invaded. The man penetrates deeply, ejaculates after a round of lovemaking, and leaves, leaving no trace, like visiting a tourist attraction. The woman's genitals, however, are ravaged by the penis and filled with semen, like a tourist attraction marked with the words "So-and-so was here," leaving the man's mark. Men love to talk about women cheating; they want to see which woman has been with another man, covered in his semen, satisfying their voyeuristic desires.

Wenze boldly used many explicit words; since they were on the topic, why not use them now?

Xu Rou was startled by these explicit words and somewhat resented his boldness.

Xiao Rou: Ugh! Can't you be a little more tactful? How can you say something so blunt?!

Charles I: We're all adults, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm asking you, you haven't slept with your husband in so long, and you haven't been with any other men, don't you want to? Xiao Rou

: No! I'm not that kind of woman!

Charles I: Don't deny it, it has nothing to do with being promiscuous. Sexual desire is a physiological reaction, it has nothing to do with personality. Just like singers and movie stars on TV, they're packaged like ethereal fairies, but they still need to eat, poop, sleep, and have sex. If you don't eat, you get hungry, and if you don't have sex, you get hungry too. Holding things in for too long is bad, and sex is no exception.

Xiao Rou: ...

Charles I: If you hold it in too much, you'll get sick. If you really can't hold it in, it's not a bad thing to let your husband release his pent-up desires.

Xiao Rou: No! I will absolutely not let that contaminated trash touch me!

Charles I: Oh, then find another man.

Xiao Rou: No way! I'm not that kind of promiscuous woman!

Charles I: Look, here you go again. This has nothing to do with being promiscuous, it's just physical desire. I have a suggestion for you: if you don't want to find a real man to vent to, you can find one online. I'm a good match, hehe!

Xiaorou: What do you mean? Vent online?

Charles I: Yes, just talk about sex. Sex experts have said that any form of sex-related talk can relieve sexual tension. Just like when you confided in someone, didn't you feel a little more relaxed? Similarly, talking about sex can also relax your tense sexual desires, relieve your hunger, and prevent you from doing something crazy like grabbing any random man on the street and taking off your pants, hahaha!

Xiaorou: Ugh! You pervert! Which sex expert? I've never heard of you.

Wenze chuckled. Teasing his aunt like this made him very happy. He quickly typed on the keyboard and continued to make things up.

Charles I: Hehe, this expert's name is Charles I. To be honest, my wife and I aren't very harmonious. My income isn't high, and after we got married, my wife gradually looked down on me. Later, she found a rich man and stopped caring about family matters. I was very unhappy. Then I discovered that online chatting can be relaxing. We can speak freely without knowing or seeing each other, which made me fall in love with this way of chatting immediately. Since I met you and chatted with you a few times, I sensed that you had some lonely feelings. I think you might also have a disharmonious family life like me, which is why I was so bold in saying these things today. If I offended you, I apologize. I'm sorry.

Xu Rou didn't expect Charles I to have such pent-up feelings. She thought this guy was in the same boat as her.

Xiao Rou: It's not that I'm offended, it's just that I'm not used to chatting with a stranger like this.

Charles I: Everything takes time. You'll get used to it slowly, hehe! Do you masturbate often now?

Xiao Rou: Ugh! You said that again! I'm ignoring you!

Wenze got up, locked the door, and continued his online seduction.

Charles I: "Come on, let's chat. Anyway, I can't see you, I don't know who you are, so what are you so hesitant about? Women who don't have sex for a long time will have bad skin, hormonal imbalances, and age faster. Look at some older women on the street who look young and are dressed very attractively. Why? Because men keep them hydrated. Besides, sexual desire is purely carnal; it has nothing to do with character, it's just a physiological phenomenon." Xu Rou's heart pounded, unsure whether to continue. A growing heat was creeping into her body.

Wen Ze, noticing her hesitation, adopted a pitiful, shameless act.

Charles I: How pathetic! I can't even find a soulmate online. What's the point of living? I might as well die.

Xiao Rou: Hehe, dying would be better, at least you wouldn't be able to go around being a scoundrel.

Charles I: What?! I only mess around with people I get along with.

Xiao Rou: Then I'd better not get along with you, or I'll get special treatment.

Charles I: No way! I'd be really disappointed. Honestly, I'm being very sincere. I'm really frustrated, and you're frustrated too. Why not relax a little?

Xu Rou's breathing quickened, and her lower body became slightly wet. Long-term sexual repression made her waver. Why not give it a try? It wouldn't hurt to try, would it? He doesn't know who I am anyway, and besides... "It's so pathetic to masturbate all day. Maybe I should try it with this guy. If it doesn't work, I'll just quit. I won't

lose anything anyway." Xiao Rou: "...Okay then, this is so embarrassing..."

Wen Ze jumped up from his chair excitedly, trying to calm himself down, and continued chatting.

Charles I: "Back to the same question, do you masturbate often?"

Xiao Rou: "Yes, often."

Charles I: "So, do you think masturbation or men are better?"

Xiao Rou: "...Of course, men. Masturbation only stimulates that one point, while men can hug and caress the whole body. Ugh, so embarrassing..."

Charles I: "Hehe, it's not embarrassing, everyone does it. It's a sign of skin hunger. You've thought about finding other men to release your pent-up desires, haven't you? Do you have any potential partners?" Xiao Rou

: "...I guess I have one, but he's a young man, and you're much older than him...

A young man? It can't be me, can it? Hehe," Wen Ze shook his head with a smile. He rejected this absurd idea.

Charles I: Saying I'm old? I may be over 30, but my dick is huge, it'll definitely satisfy you.

Xiao Rou: What does that size have to do with me? I don't want you.

Charles I: Look at you, you still haven't let go. Don't say that, say it like me, say dick, that's more exciting.

Xiao Rou: You're so fussy... So what if your dick is big? It has nothing to do with me.

Charles I: It does matter, you can masturbate thinking about my big dick, hehe, to be honest, I'm erect now, my dick is thick and long, the glans is like a thermos stopper, searching for your little spring...

Xiao Rou: You! You pervert!

Charles I: And you, are you wet too?

Xiao Rou: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Xu Rou's juices had soaked her panties, her heart was racing, and her cheeks were flushed.

Wen Ze imagined Xu Rou in front of the computer, his dick... His penis was rock hard, and he stroked it with his hand, continuing to tease her.

Charles I: Baby, don't deny it. Let me ask you, could your husband satisfy you before?

Xiao Rou: So-so. Charles I: Let's put it this way, after your husband ejaculates, are you satisfied or do you want him to keep going?

Xiao Rou: ...Keep going, keep going. Wen Ze typed, his mouth dry, his penis erect against her belly.

Charles I: Now put your hand on your breasts and touch them, imagine it's me touching them.

Xu Rou let out a soft cry, her hand involuntarily following Wen Ze's instructions to touch them.

Xiao Rou: Mm, I touched it, I touched it...

Charles I: Is it comfortable? Is there pleasure?

Xiao Rou: Yes, yes, it's so comfortable. Charles I: Keep touching down, touch your vagina, insert it, imagine it's my big penis going in.

Xiao Rou: Ah, I, I can't hold back anymore. Xu Rou touched her lower body with one hand, typing with the other, typing very slowly, too lazy to add punctuation.

Wenze saw that she was really enjoying herself, not even having time to type punctuation. He was also incredibly excited; his long-held wish had been fulfilled in this way. He was trembling with excitement.

Charles I: Did you touch it? Did you touch my genitals? Put it in, put my cock in.

Xiaorou: I touched it, it's in. ask 风纪扣发v 技委很谔谔冬夫乐 Xu Rou's hands uncontrollably pounded the keyboard, typing out a bunch of random words.

Charles I: Ah! You're squeezing me so well, I'm going to cum! I'll cum all over your cunt!

Wenze couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed the keyboard in, grabbed a tissue, wrapped his cock, and started masturbating rapidly. Xu Rou was silent, only moaning, her vagina tightly gripping her fingers, a gush of fluid gushing out…

“Auntie! Ah! Auntie! I’ll fuck you to death!”

Wen Ze shouted in his heart, his thrusts soaking the tissues…

Chapter 8

After her first online sex encounter, Xu Rou was filled with shame. How could she have done such a thing with a stranger? Even though they didn’t know each other and she hadn’t been touched, it was still going too far. Afterwards, she wanted to block Charlie I and never contact him again, but thinking of the alluring feeling, she couldn’t bear to. In the end, she didn’t refuse Charlie I’s request to chat again and they started talking again, but no longer about sex. Wenze wasn't worried at all, because he knew that a sexually frustrated young woman like Xu Rou wouldn't easily give up once she found a way to release her desires; otherwise, she wouldn't have continued their 7 PM chat agreement. So, he confidently continued to harass Xu Rou, verbally provoking and attacking her vulnerabilities. His efforts paid off; after constant brainwashing, Xu Rou gradually accepted their online sex partner relationship.

From then on, chatting with Charles I every day became an indispensable part of Xu Rou's life. Although online sex was also a form of masturbation, the psychological experience was vastly different. Charles I constantly teased Xu Rou with lewd words, making no attempt to hide his desire for her body. At first, Xu Rou was reserved, with him always taking the lead, but later she gradually opened up and would reciprocate with teasing, driving Wenze wild. He used up box after box of tissues, his back and wrists aching from masturbation.

Later, the frequency of their virtual sex increased, and Xu Rou became completely addicted. Once, Charles I told Xu Rou that he liked women who wore stockings, finding them very sexy. Xu Rou was delighted and proudly told him that she was that kind of sexy woman, loved wearing stockings, rarely went bare-legged when wearing a skirt, and also loved high heels because they made her legs look more beautiful. After hearing this, Charles I wanted her to wear stockings while they talked. Xu Rou spat at him, calling him a pervert, but after thinking about it, she still put them on. However, for convenience, she wore a pair of thigh-high stockings. Then, under Charles I's teasing, she became very aroused. From then on, every time Charles I asked her to masturbate while wearing stockings, Xu Rou found it exciting and agreed without much hesitation.

Now, Xu Rou enjoys these conversations and often thinks of Charles I's passionate words, which make her blush and her heart race. Besides sex, Charles I also had insightful views on many other things, sharing many similarities with her own. Compared to Sun Peng, he was even more outgoing and talkative, which made Xu Rou and him close friends who could talk about almost anything. However, she never mentioned her fantasizing about her nephew's penis masturbating.

Later, Xu Rou developed a condition where she would miss Charles I if she didn't see him for a day. Sometimes, if Charles I was busy and didn't go online, Xu Rou would playfully question him the next day about where he had been. Charles I would say some sweet words to coax her for a while, jokingly saying that they were like a married couple, with her checking up on him every day. Xu Rou's heart skipped a beat, and she boldly typed, "Honey, I just want to check up on you."

Wen Ze immediately replied, "Wife, I like it when you check up on me like this too."

Then they both smiled knowingly, and from then on, they addressed each other as husband and wife. Wen Ze was very proud. In order to be able to talk to Xu Rou anytime, anywhere, he even bought a new large-screen mobile phone and used mobile QQ to stay in touch with her at all times.

Meeting someone you've just chatted with online is exciting, especially for new acquaintances, and Xu Rou was no exception.

She was eager to know what kind of person this Charles I, who had captivated her, was like—was he as handsome and witty as she imagined? Xu Rou used to scoff at meeting online friends, considering it bad and implying infidelity. But now, completely immersed in online romance, her previous disdain for infidelity had vanished. Perhaps that's just how people are; things change when they happen to them.

Compared to other women, Xu Rou was relatively naive. She hadn't considered being deceived, losing her virginity, or suffering financial loss after meeting him in person. Her only worry was whether meeting him in person would shatter the image of Charles I in her mind. Charles I's profile didn't include his city of origin; Wen Ze had deliberately left it blank, fearing that Xu Rou might see he was a local and feel they were being discovered, thus refusing to chat with him, even though the possibility was extremely slim. Later, after they got to know each other better, he told Xu Rou that he lived in the same city. This excited Xu Rou, and she often felt the urge to meet him. However, she was too embarrassed to say it aloud, and even more afraid that if they met, acquaintances would see her with another man, which would look bad, since she wasn't divorced yet. But she also really wanted to meet Charles I, and her

words revealed a growing longing. Wen Ze sensed Xu Rou's desire to meet and deliberately brought up the topic of meeting online friends. Xu Rou went along with it, half-jokingly suggesting they meet. Wen Ze playfully refused, saying he wanted to maintain his imagination of her, and that he wasn't the kind of man who would rush into meeting someone after just chatting, even if they had already had virtual sex. Besides, they lived in the same city, and there were too many acquaintances; it wouldn't be good if they were seen together. He said it didn't matter to him as a man, but it would have a bigger impact on the woman. Xu Rou was touched, and her desire to meet intensified. Finally, Wen Ze suggested a compromise: exchanging phone numbers.

Xu Rou gave Wen Ze her current phone number. Wen Ze sighed, thinking she wasn't very wary; how could she so easily reveal her real phone number to someone? But then he thought, since she even wanted to meet him in person, it wasn't surprising. The number Wen Ze gave Xu Rou was from a prepaid card he'd bought before; the owner couldn't be traced. He was worried that if Xu Rou was too eager to see Charles I and used the number to find him, it wouldn't be good. Now wasn't the time to reveal his identity.

Wen Ze used this number on his new phone and his current number on his old phone, carrying two phones every day to appear very busy. He refused to call Xu Rou, only sending text messages, using the excuse of maintaining mystery. At this time, Xu Rou was completely captivated by Charles I. He was exactly the kind of romantic partner she had always dreamed of. Charles I provided the romance she lacked when she was dating Sun Peng. Even if it was just sweet text messages or romantic pictures on QQ, she was satisfied because he cared about her and dared to say some passionate words, which she loved to hear. In the days that followed, Xu Rou would send him text messages frequently, showering him with concern and flirtatious banter, which annoyed Wen Ze to the point that he secretly sighed that women in love were crazy.

Wen Ze's online relationship with Xu Rou was currently very intense, but this wasn't his ultimate goal. Although Xu Rou was currently infatuated with him, he knew that she was infatuated with Charles I, not Wen Ze, and that it would be extremely difficult for him to seduce her. How could he get himself together with Charles I? Wen Ze racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good solution, so he could only continue to use the identity of Charles I to interact with his online wife, Xu Rou.

That day, Wen Ze's work unit sent him to the suburbs, and he didn't go online all day. His new phone was also turned off because he forgot to charge it. He returned home after 9 pm after having dinner with colleagues. When he opened QQ, a flood of messages popped up, all from Xu Rou, asking where he had been and why he hadn't received any messages. Wen Ze quickly typed a reply.

Charles I: Wife, I'm here.

Xiao Rou: Hmph! Where have you been running off to all day? Your phone's off too! What are you up to?!

Charles I: Sorry, honey, my phone died. Something came up at work and I didn't have time to charge it. I'll be more careful next time.

Xiao Rou: Next time? If there's a next time, don't talk to me anymore, you heartless guy! I'm going on a business trip the day after tomorrow and won't see you for several days. I wanted to chat with you a lot these past two days, and you just disappeared all day! I'll kill you, I'll kill you…

Several slapping emojis were sent, making Wen Ze laugh.

Charlie I: I'm sorry, honey, I didn't know you were going on a business trip. Where are you going?

Xiao Rou: To Futian City for training, it'll be about a week.

Charlie I: That won't affect anything. We can text each other, or you can use QQ in your hotel room with your laptop, isn't that the same? How can we not see each other?

Xiao Rou: Hmph! It's just different! When I go to another city, I feel like I'm farther away from you… (rambles on and on) Wen Ze laughed. He liked Xu Rou's coquettish tone, like an unreasonable little girl.

Charlie I: Okay, okay, it's my fault. So when are you leaving?

Xiaorou: There are six of us from my workplace going, including me. We'll meet at the train station early the day after tomorrow and travel together. Tomorrow I'm staying at my mom's old house; it's very close to the train station, so I won't have to get up so early in the morning.

Wenze's grandma's old house is in an old, remote neighborhood. A few years ago, when they heard it was going to be demolished, my grandparents, like most people, found new homes and moved away. Now only a few households remain in the neighborhood. Because it hasn't been demolished yet and the house is very close to the train station, my grandma left an old bed and bedding in the old house for her children to stay in when needed, as a temporary guesthouse.

Wenze's family once stayed at this old house the night before they left on a train trip. The old bed in the house was very large; three people could sleep comfortably. There was also an old electric water heater in the toilet for showering, and all the basic necessities were there. Thinking about this, an idea flashed through his mind: I've got it! This old house is perfect!

Charles I: Is no one living in your mom's old house? It's not safe for you to live there alone.

Xiao Rou: No, they said the house is going to be demolished, so my parents moved away. But there's a bed, and the place is quiet. It's just for one night, it'll be fine.

Charles I: Hmm, quiet is nice, it's also a good place for a date.

Xiao Rou: A date? Who do you want to date? I'll beat you to death, you womanizer… (sends more hitting emojis) Charles I: Who else could I date, of course it's you, my wife! I've made up my mind, I want to meet you, I can't hold back my longing for you anymore! Every time we make love virtually online, I miss you so much I go crazy. I don't want to go on like this anymore, I want to truly become one with you!

Xiao Rou was startled, her hands trembled, she made several typos before she could type a complete sentence.

Xiao Rou: Husband! Me too! I miss you so much! I want to see you!

Charles I: How about this, after you come back from your business trip, don't go back to the city first, then we'll meet at that old house, you said it's quiet and secluded there, so no one will see us.

Xiaorou: Okay, honey, I'm so excited! I hope our first meeting won't disappoint each other, but I think you definitely won't be disappointed in me. I have confidence in myself, hehe…

Charles I: Hehe, I won't disappoint you either, absolutely not…

Wenze sat in front of the computer, gritting his teeth as he repeated the last sentence…

Wenze had read many stories about infidelity, including many descriptions of the environment and psychology of a wife or mother's first affair. He felt that only the drugging and raping scenes were realistic. However, Wenze didn't want to drug and rape her. He wanted to see Xu Rou's reaction, whether it was submission or resistance. He wanted to remember Xu Rou's reaction during her first affair. Finally, he came up with an idea, an idea without drugging and raping her, an idea that would make Xu Rou, even knowing she was having sex with him while fully conscious, feel the same irresistible urge as if she were drugged and raped. This idea had one requirement: strong sexual ability. But that wasn't a problem for Wenze.

Wenze spent the week full of confidence and anxiety, finally waiting for the day Xu Rou would return.

Today is the weekend, and Xu Rou's train will arrive around 8 PM. Wen Ze masturbated at noon to prepare for the evening's events, keeping his penis relatively unsensitive. After work, he told his mother he was going to a colleague's house to play cards all night and wouldn't be home, then left alone.

After getting off the train, Xu Rou texted Wen Ze to say she was back and told him the location of their old house. Wen Ze replied that he would be arriving later and asked her to wait for him at the old house. A little while later, Wen Ze asked if she had arrived at the house, and Xu Rou said she had, had just finished tidying up, and was waiting for him.

In the movie Infernal Affairs, Eric Tsang's character, a triad boss, said to his underlings: "You choose your own path" (or something like that). Wen Ze thought about how he was on the path he had chosen—the path of seducing his aunt, whom he had longed for for years. Although the future was uncertain, he was determined to continue because he knew that if he succeeded, it would be a path to sexual happiness.

Wenze took out his phone and texted Xu Rou while walking. He sent a few lewd messages first, arousing Xu Rou's desire, and then continued texting according to his plan.

Xu Rou: Ugh! You're almost here and you're still texting to tease me!

Wenze: Honey, are you wet? Do you want it?

Xu Rou: Yes, I do. Come on.

Wenze: Hehe, honey, I'm suddenly a little nervous. What if we're not satisfied with each other?

Xu Rou: Me too, my heart is pounding.

Wenze: I have an idea. It would be a shame if we weren't satisfied with each other when we met. How about this, let's do something bold and exciting. You take off all your clothes, turn off the lights, and wait for me. I'll take off my clothes when I come in. Neither of us will say anything. Let's have a good time first, then we'll put our clothes back on and turn the lights back on to see each other. If we're not satisfied, we'll just leave. That way, at least we'll have actually made love once, which will make our long online relationship worthwhile.

Xu Rou was both terrified and excited by this bold idea, and her vagina became wet.

Xu Rou: Hmm, isn't this a bit much? Making me have sex with a man I've never even seen? I can't really accept it.

Wen Ze: It's okay, your husband isn't a stranger. You've told me all your secrets, what are you afraid of? Right? It's fine, you'll accept it as soon as I penetrate you. Didn't I tell you, my sexual ability is very strong?

Xu Rou: Okay then, you're such a rogue, only you could come up with such an idea.

Xu Rou was moved by the words "strong sexual ability," she really couldn't wait, and agreed to Wen Ze's request.

Wen Ze went upstairs to the old house and knocked on the door. Xu Rou opened the door and quickly ran to the bed, covering her face and body with a thin blanket. The bed was in the living room right by the entrance. The room was dark, the lights weren't on, and Wen Ze couldn't see Xu Rou's naked body clearly, only a white shadow. He closed the door, trembling as he took off his clothes, his erect penis still hard, and walked to the bedside. His eyes,

now somewhat adjusted to the darkness, looked at Xu Rou trembling under the covers, and he closed them, taking a deep breath. Years had passed since he first masturbated with Xu Rou's stockings, and he had never stopped yearning for her. Now, the person he had longed for was right in front of him, waiting for him to fuck her. Wenze's eyes welled with excitement. "Just wait, Auntie," he thought, "I gave my virginity to you for this day, just to hone my skills and make you feel good. I'll make you remember this sex for the rest of your life, so you'll never be able to live without my cock!

" Wenze yanked back the thin blanket. "Ah!"

Xu Rou gasped softly and immediately covered her face. Wen Ze chuckled and straddled Xu Rou. Although this wasn't his first time making love with a woman, Xu Rou was his partner, which still excited him immensely. He held Xu Rou's hot body, caressing it, feeling her smooth, hot skin, then removed her hands and kissed her red lips.

Xu Rou was overwhelmed with excitement. The thought of a strange man on top of her, wantonly taking liberties with her, was incredibly lewd. Her thirsty body responded to Wen Ze's movements, her breath coming in gasps.

He held her round, firm breasts in his hands, feeling the buds gradually harden. His left hand kneaded them mercilessly, while his right hand reached for Xu Rou's genitals, inserting his middle and index fingers together and quickly probing. Soon, the sound of water could be heard.

"Ah...ah..."

Xu Rou gasped, her eyes remaining closed.

*My aunt is quite shy, isn't she? She's so open online because she can't see the other person,' Wen Ze thought, his movements continuing without pause.

"Ah...give it to me...husband...give it to me..."

Xu Rou's seductive voice rang out. Wen Ze sat up, aimed his glans at Xu Rou's vaginal opening, and thought, "Auntie, I'm coming!" He thrust his body forward and plunged in!

"Ah!"

"Oh..."

Xu Rou's cries of pain and pleasure mingled with Wen Ze's cries of ecstasy. Wen Ze's penis was huge, much bigger than his uncle's. Xu Rou had never experienced such a large, long, thick, and hard penis before. She was a little unaccustomed to such a rough insertion. Although her vagina was already wet, she still felt a slight pain, but this pain was only momentary, immediately overshadowed by the immense pleasure.

"I finally fucked Auntie! I finally fucked Auntie's pussy! It's so great! So good! Auntie's pussy is so tight!"

Wen Ze was overjoyed. At the same time, he thought to himself how lucky he was to be sexually experienced now, otherwise, he would have ejaculated immediately if Xu Rou's vagina had been so tight! The folds of flesh inside her vagina gripped his penis tightly. He held back for a while, waiting until Xu Rou started to writhe impatiently before hoisting her long, sexy legs onto his arms and thrusting into her with all his might. Sun Peng's sexual ability was mediocre, even poor. Xu Rou hadn't had any decent sex for months, and suddenly she was greeted by such a large penis. Moreover, the thrusting power of the penis's owner was far beyond what her uncle could match. She kept panting, and after only a few thrusts, she trembled and climaxed.

Wen Ze felt a surge of heat on his glans, surprised at how quickly Xu Rou had come to orgasm. He had made her squirt right at the beginning, which made Wen Ze very proud. He continued to thrust, making Xu Rou's body sway wildly.

After a while, Wenze felt it was about time and whispered in Xu Rou's ear, "Wife, do you want to see what your husband looks like?"

"Ah...yes...husband...don't stop...oh..."

Xu Rou, lost in passion, didn't recognize the familiar voice. She was overwhelmed by pleasure and also wanted to see who was making her feel so good.

Wenze took a deep breath, his penis still deeply inserted in Xu Rou's vagina. He touched the light switch, waited a moment, and then firmly pressed it.

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