[The plight of a female college student]

I. First stirrings of love
I entered my second year of university. Because of my beauty, I had gained some fame at school. I received a constant stream of love letters.

Some confessed their love to me in person. I felt like a proud princess, looking down at the group of boys chasing after me.
Among these suitors, at some point, a special person joined the ranks. He was a teacher,

a PhD who had returned from studying in Japan. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, the aura of his Japanese PhD always

made him stand out from the others.
"Guanwen, your paper is quite good. Revise it a little more. Please come to my place after class

this afternoon." In my memory, that's how he began to express his affection for me.
After the second period that afternoon, I went to his house. School faculty housing was very scarce. Because he was a PhD who

had returned , the school gave him special treatment, allocating him a two-bedroom apartment. Although it was small, the small living room was only

a little over 5 square meters, and the large bedroom was only 10 square meters, for young teachers of my age, it was like

heaven and earth .
He handed me a glass of iced cola and casually patted the back of my hand. "It's so hot today, have something cold

to cool down. Look, your clothes are all wet."
Like other female students, I was wearing a tank top, a popular style on campus. The black, tight-fitting, slightly transparent silk

top clung to my slender body, perfectly outlining the curves of my chest. My 1.8-foot waist

was alluring . I wore loose shorts, revealing my proud, fair, and beautiful thighs.
He then enthusiastically brought me a towel, handing it to me with one hand while stroking my shoulder with the other

. "Quick, wipe your sweat." I didn't mind his repeated intimate gestures. Boys often pretended not to mind

touching or groping our bare arms and shoulders. Girls were also proud that their bodies attracted boys and

were happy to pretend not to care.
Seeing that I didn't object, he boldly sat down next to me. One hand seemingly unintentionally rested on my

thigh . My heart skipped a beat, a strange feeling stirring within me.
But I couldn't be impolite to a teacher. I pretended to wipe my face and arms with a damp towel,

then handed it back to him, saying, "Thank you, teacher."
I casually moved my thigh away. "Did you receive the letter I gave you?" he asked.
"Letter? What letter?" I was completely bewildered.
"You must receive letters often. I bet you haven't even opened some of them,"
he said, right. Many boys had written me love letters. Many were from upperclassmen and graduate students, whom I didn't know.

So I hadn't even opened many of them. Could it be…? But he wasn't a student, he was a teacher.
"Are you sweating now? I'll turn on the air conditioning. You were all sweaty just now, I was afraid the air would chill you," he

said with concern.
I nodded. I felt really awkward and uneasy.
He picked up my assignment—it was supposed to be a paper, but it was really just an assignment—and sat down next to me. His shoulder rested

on the back of mine, as if I were leaning against him. He placed the assignment in front of me and began to explain slowly.
His shoulder rubbed against mine. His arms, exposed outside his short-sleeved shirt, kept brushing

against mine. His hands kept patting mine.
A strange feeling stirred within me. Sweat began to trickle down my back without my noticing. My breasts swelled slightly, and

I felt my nipples hardening. My face felt hot; I knew I was blushing. Thankfully, the sweat and heat

masked the blush. The worst part was the dampness in my lower body.
At dances, boys often took the opportunity to hug us tightly, rubbing their chests against our breasts. Their hands around our waists

were also restless, often groping our backs. Sometimes they even touched our underwear waistbands and patted

our buttocks. I felt that same heart-pounding, blushing feeling then too. But that was during an activity.
Even with the air conditioning on, I kept sweating. Honestly, I couldn't hear a word they said. I realized then that

talking about homework was just an excuse. Boys often used that excuse. He wanted to be with me. I

wondered , had he written me a letter? What would it say? I don't know if he's finished talking.
Anyway, he stood up. "Oh dear, it's so late. The cafeteria might be out of food." He looked at his watch and said in

surprise . "How about we go out to eat? It's on me."
I stood up too, not knowing what to say. My nipples were erect, making my tank top look like two little

buds . He gave my chest a meaningful look, his eyes lingering on the two little buds on my chest

.
"Let's go." I don't know how I ended up following him in a daze. We left the school gate and came to a

quiet restaurant. We sat down in a couples' booth. My heart was pounding.
He stroked my long hair and told me about his experiences abroad.
"I've been to many countries. In Amsterdam, Netherlands, there's a street with famous window girls."
I looked at him, confused. His hand was still stroking my hair, occasionally landing on my shoulder,

gently stroking it. "Window girls are girls who stand in a shop window, letting people choose them." He explained
, seeing my confused look . 　　"For example, if you see a girl you like, you can knock on the door and go in. When she draws the curtains, the red light in the window goes out. The red-light district got its name from the red lights in their windows." 　　I don't know when, but his hands were no longer on my hair, but were constantly stroking my shoulders and back. I didn't dare move. Every time his hands touched my bare shoulders and arms, I felt a tingling , itchy sensation. 　　The food arrived, but he ate very little, talking about the red-light districts of the Netherlands, Germany, France , England, Singapore, Hong Kong… His hands not only stroked my shoulders and arms, but later moved to my thighs. 　　I also ate very little. I listened the whole time, without interrupting. My breasts were throbbing with a dull ache. My nipples were desperately trying to stand erect. My legs felt wet, and my lower body felt like it was sinking down. My lower back ached. My muscles were tense in waves. 　　I don't know how he finished his meal. But he showed no sign of leaving. Coffee and a fruit platter were set out again. The lighting dimmed, becoming very soft. 　　He continued talking about his experiences abroad. His hands, which had been roaming over my back and bare shoulders, seemed to...

At first, his hand reached inside my tank top, caressing my smooth back. His other hand roamed over

my thighs, repeatedly slipping inside my shorts. Once, it even touched the edge of my underwear.
I flinched slightly, and he stopped.
Under his caresses, my back and shoulders felt numb and itchy. My thighs involuntarily

tensed , especially the groin, the muscles incredibly taut. My breasts were swollen and painful, as if they were about to burst. My nipples

stood erect against my clothes. My underwear was even wetter, clinging tightly to my vulva.
I knew I should refuse, but I didn't want him to stop. This conflicting feeling left me

motionless .
Seeing how gentle I was, he intensified his movements, pulling me into his arms.
"I love you." With those three words, kisses rained down on my hair, neck

, and shoulders. His hand, which had been on my thighs, began to knead my lower abdomen. I struggled symbolically

for a moment, but under his torrential caresses, I felt utterly powerless and helpless.
My whole body trembled uncontrollably, and a warm current surged through my lower abdomen as he vigorously rubbed it, rushing to my chest.

Under the impact of this heat, I involuntarily thrust my chest forward, raising my arms to make my already swollen

breasts stand erect, the nipples clearly defined, particularly alluring.
My movements seemed to give him some kind of signal. His hand suddenly slipped under the hem of my tank top, directly and

extensively kneading my smooth lower abdomen. A passionate kiss landed on my face, silencing me with a kiss that left me breathless

. His hand on my lower abdomen grew increasingly vigorous, constantly sweeping across my breasts. Even through my bra,

it sent shivers down my spine
. His hand continued to move downwards, slipping inside my waistband, vigorously kneading below my navel,

causing that heat to surge between my thighs. Under the impact of this heat wave, I involuntarily arched my back and

strained my legs.
He had his mouth shut, making it hard to breathe. My whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. His hands

gripped and squeezed my swollen breasts, waves of pain shooting out from them, almost unbearable, yet the pain

also brought a strangely pleasurable sensation. The more unbearable the swelling pain, the stronger this pleasurable sensation became.

My lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, burning all the way to my inner thighs. The feeling of heaviness in my stomach turned into a dull ache, pulling at my waist with sharp,

throbbing pain. There was also a feeling of menstrual cramps.
Under the burning heat, the pain in my lower body seemed to be sublimating, bringing waves of pleasure. I was

panting , the surging heat making me dizzy; it was burning my nerves. I couldn't even perceive

what his hands were doing.
My unconscious movements clearly aroused his desire even more intensely. He pressed one leg onto my legs

, his whole body pressing down on me. I was beneath him, in complete darkness. I felt like I was being crushed by him. He pressed down on me

, making my whole body feel like it was dislocated. I desperately turned my head to catch my breath under his pressure. There was something hard between his

legs , pressing against my lower abdomen and thighs, causing a sharp, aching pain.
His hand slipped inside my underwear. A sharp pain jolted me awake. His hand

was frantically pulling at my pubic hair. His other hand was exploring inside my bra.
I couldn't help but shiver. All the pleasant sensations vanished instantly. My whole body ached

unbearably. Every joint felt twisted and throbbing. My breasts felt like they were about to burst. My waist felt

like it was being pulled by a thousand-pound weight, the pain shooting up and down my spine. The burning sensation in my stomach turned into an icy

chill that seared into my genitals, causing intense menstrual cramps. The unbearable pain brought tears to my eyes

.
I struggled desperately beneath him. Only then did I understand what it meant to be a weak woman.

Under the pressure of his heavy body, my struggles were so helpless. I desperately tried to protect my most intimate parts. One hand struggled

against his hand above my breasts, while the other desperately blocked his hand below my vagina.

I twisted my body with all my might, preventing his hands from reaching where he wanted to. I pleaded repeatedly,

"No, no, don't."
Despite my desperate resistance, he seemed oblivious to my struggles. His lower body

pounded against me violently, again and again. His hard penis thrust repeatedly into my lower abdomen, thighs, and

perineum, causing his entire body to heave wildly on top of me. I felt as if my bones were being crushed and shattered.

With each heavy thrust, a surge of cold air shot up my chest, hitting my throat.

I involuntarily opened my mouth slightly, letting out these gasps, and unconsciously moaned,

"Ah, ah..."
With a few more violent thuds of his erect penis, he finally stopped his violent writhing, his hands

ceasing their kneading and squeezing. He slumped down, pinning me firmly beneath him,

panting heavily. My whole body felt as if all strength had suddenly left me, finally finding peace after the storm. I lay beneath him , powerless and panting.

His erect penis slowly softened.
He finally slowly climbed off me. My body felt like it had fallen apart, sore and unable to move. I

remained slumped in the booth.
Tears streamed silently down my tightly closed eyes. My clothes were disheveled. One shoulder strap had slipped down;

the hem was bunched up high, the bottom edge of my bra barely visible. My shorts were pulled down, revealing the waistband of my underwear.
My entire abdomen was exposed to the soft light. My navel

rose and fell with my sobs. The pant legs were rolled up, revealing my two white thighs. Bruise marks from his pinching were left on my thighs and stomach. My neck and

shoulders burned with pain, and clear purplish-red teeth marks were imprinted on my snow-white shoulders and slender neck. It was difficult to turn

my neck , as if I had a stiff neck.
He gently helped me up, his voice hoarse, repeatedly apologizing, but I didn't hear a word.

I just wanted to cry out loud. But even though we were in a booth, people were still coming and going outside, and I dared not cry out loud. I

could sob softly.
He straightened my clothes, gently stroking every inch of my skin, and

gently , and my inner thighs and perineum through my pants. I ignored him,

still holding my face and crying.
He'd already touched my entire body. It didn't matter if he touched me again. Luckily,

he didn't directly touch my most private areas. At least he saved my breasts and lower body; his hands couldn't directly reach my private parts.

With his caresses, especially his caresses of my breasts and perineum, a warm current spread, and my tense nerves

slowly relaxed.
He handed me a cold coffee. I was incredibly thirsty, so I drank it down in one gulp. My mood gradually calmed

down. Still sobbing, I said, "Give me some cold cola."
He drank his cold coffee in one go. Then he got more coffee and cola.
Under his gentle caresses and comforting words, I finally stopped crying. He drank several cups of hot drinks before his voice

was no longer hoarse. "It's late. Why don't you stay at my place?" he said.
I firmly shook my head and sat back, making it impossible for his hands to reach me. He had no choice but to stop

caressing me. "Take me back to my dorm," I said in an unquestionable tone.
He nodded, not daring to say anything more.
I returned to my dorm late at night, quickly washed my lower body, and changed my wet underwear.
Lying in bed, I kept thinking about the story he told and the events of the night, constantly rubbing my breasts and lower abdomen,

trying to relax my aching chest and sagging belly.
I don't know when I finally drifted off to sleep.

II. My Modeling Experience
I sorted through the unopened letters. They were love letters filled with sweet words.
Finally, I found them. Letters from my teacher. But not one, but two. He said he liked me the moment he saw me

. He had always secretly loved me. He had traveled all over the world and many places in China. He had seen many beautiful

girls , but none of them gave him the same feeling as me. He said that besides being beautiful, I also had a naive and romantic temperament.

The signature was "Yours truly, Wei." Unfortunately, there was no date.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Ting's question from my dorm roommate startled me.
I realized I was staring blankly at the letters. Ting took the two letters from my hand.
"Oh, the teacher is confessing his love to you!" she exclaimed.
"Keep your voice down," I quickly covered her mouth.
"What should I do?" I asked.
"I think he's better than those other boys. He might even have a chance to go abroad," she whispered.
Ting was on the school's modeling team. Tall and with long legs, she was a prime target for boys.
"What would you do if you were her?" I asked again.
"Not me. Silly girl," she replied dismissively.
"How are things going with that young boss? Tell me, dear sister," Ting was half a year older than me. She always made me

call her sister. But this was the first time I had called her that. I knew a young boss pursuing her part-time was pursuing her.
"Someone's here. Let's find a quiet place to talk after dinner," Ting said.
For some inexplicable reason, my period came out of control. It started suddenly before it was supposed to, accompanied by waves of abdominal pain.

After returning from the school clinic, I lay in bed until dinnertime, finally able to get up.
After dinner, we went to a secluded corner of the campus.
Ting said, "We girls have to rely on men. These boys at school are unreliable. Don't be fooled

by how cool they seem. They're nothing special. Don't date them."
"This young boss is pursuing me. Look at him, he has no manners at all. He just bought a diploma

to fool people . If it were based on exams, he'd be lucky to graduate from junior high. Do you think I'd be interested in him?"

Ting said with utter disdain.
"Then why..." I asked, surprised.
"It's because his family is rich. He's a playboy, good for nothing. His father is a private business owner.

A real boss. He has hundreds of millions in assets." Ting put her arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear.
"I want to be a famous model. I have a degree, and I'm good at foreign languages. I just don't have money. To be a famous model, you need someone to promote you."

Ting said shrewdly.
I leaned against Ting and nestled into her arms. "Then you..."
"That's why I'm dating him. I've been to their house. His dad's a lecherous old man.

He stared at me the first time he saw me. The old man promised to help me." Ting said proudly.
"How much did they promise you?"
"I've already received 200,000." Ting answered mysteriously.
"They're so generous? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to stay with their son later?" I looked up at Ting.
"They wouldn't be that stupid. Don't let his dad's country bumpkin appearance fool you. He's a master at swindling and cheating.

Otherwise, how could he make his fortune?"
My stomach started to hurt again. I rubbed my stomach while touching Ting's thigh. Ting's legs were so straight

, so beautiful.
Ting stared at me and said, "I'll tell you everything. But you mustn't tell anyone else."
"I promise." I rubbed my stomach and said, "If I tell anyone, may my stomach always hurt."
"We've already done it."
"Ah!" I sat up in shock, looking at Ting in disbelief.
"Really. Not only with the young boss, but also with the old man." Ting lowered her head, avoiding my

gaze.
I seemed to have forgotten Ting, staring blankly at her. "Th-that...that..." I couldn't even

utter .
Ting pulled me into her arms. "Could they give me the money?" Ting's chin rested on my hair

. She whispered her story.
It was a weekend. As soon as class ended on Friday, the young boss picked Ting up in his car and took her home. It was a

detached villa in the suburbs. As always, the young boss's whole family, actually just the young boss and his son, warmly welcomed

her.
The young boss's housekeeper was a decent cook. Dinner was sumptuous. After dinner, a

friend , and the four of them played mahjong. The young boss secretly slipped Ting a wad of cash. The mahjong game went on until late at night.

The young boss's friend finally got up to say goodbye. Ting's wad of cash was almost gone.
After the old boss saw the guest off, he looked up at Ting, who was almost a head taller than him, with affection, his rough

hand resting on Ting's bare shoulder, which was covered by a tank top. "You've lost everything, haven't you? Fine, whatever I won is yours."
With that, he put his arm around Ting's shoulder and walked to the mahjong table, pushing a pile of banknotes in front of him towards Ting.
The young boss came over, took Ting from the old boss, and said, "What I won is yours too." He

pushed the banknotes in front of him towards Ting, his eyes fixed on her ample bosom.
There was a pile of banknotes, over 20,000 yuan. Ting's eyes widened. She didn't notice that two pairs of wicked eyes

had n't left her breasts.
The young boss's hand slipped inside Ting's tank top, caressing her smooth back.
"Satisfied?" the young boss said with a sly grin. "Dad has another surprise for you."
Ting finally snapped out of her daze, ignoring the hand ravaging her tank top, and looked at the smiling old boss.
The old boss handed her a check.
"200,000!" Ting exclaimed.
"I know you want to be a model, he's mentioned it many times," the old boss said, gesturing towards the young boss.
"The requirements for models are high these days. Not only do they need to be good-looking and have a good figure, but they also need to have a diploma. You have all of those. We'll

support you. I know my son isn't good enough for you. He's my only son. I promise, once you marry into the family, you

'll be the head of the household. I'll retire. He'll listen to you. If you become a top model, my family will be even richer,"
the old boss continued. "Use this money first. Don't worry about money. Come back for more if you need more. It's getting late,

go and rest." Ting was overjoyed. She was embraced by the young boss and entered the room.
Ever since Ting first came to the young boss's house, the old boss had prepared a private room with a bathroom for her.
Once in the room, Ting was still excited and didn't pay attention to what the young boss was doing.
The young boss helped Ting to the bedside, his hand already moving from her back to her armpit. He gently touched

the outside of Ting's breast through her bra. Ting involuntarily lay down in the young boss's arms.
The young boss's other hand took the opportunity to slip under Ting's tank top from the front and placed it on her full

breasts . Ting kept her eyes closed, unresponsive. The shopkeeper grew bolder, reaching further inside her bra

and grasping her full breasts.
Ting suddenly snapped back to reality. She struggled, but her efforts were

futile against the shopkeeper's strong hands. This only fueled his lust.
He gripped her breasts tightly, pulling his other hand from behind her back and ripping off the straps of her

tank top . With his force, one strap broke, and the other slipped down to her shoulders. Her strapless

bra was pulled down to her stomach. Ting's two full breasts were suddenly exposed to the shopkeeper

.
A sharp pain shot through her breasts as he squeezed them. Ting couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch!"

But all resistance was futile.
The thin tank top was easily ripped off, and the strapless bra was effortlessly

removed. Ting's upper body was completely exposed. Her high, firm breasts, the budding nipples,

her flat stomach, her smooth, white virgin skin—everything about her drove the young boss wild.
He pounced on Ting's beautiful body like a wolf. He used both hands and mouth to brutally assault her full breasts,

pinching and biting. Waves of pain shot through her breasts, and Ting convulsed, groaning in agony. This

only fueled the young boss's madness.
He bit into Ting's breasts, blood trickling from his lips and down her skin,

staining his face and the front of his short-sleeved shirt. He slipped one hand under her loose shorts. Ting, in pain,

dared not resist. Her eyes were tightly shut, filled with tears.
He stood up and pulled down her shorts and underwear. Ting's beautiful body lay flat before him. He seemed

stunned. So beautiful, so proud. He had been with countless women, but he had never seen such a perfect body.
The room fell silent, save for the young boss's excited, heavy breathing and Ting's painful groans. Her

still -erect breasts were bruised and battered, covered in teeth marks. Blood stained the area, like blooming

flowers. Her nipples remained erect, like beautiful buds, stained with blood, as if about to open. Her sexy arms and slender

hands gripped the sheets tightly. Her flat stomach was also stained with blood. Her pubic hair was just the right amount, dark and glossy

. Her legs were long and straight, pressed tightly together. Her skin was smooth, reflecting the light, so soft.
The young boss was no longer violent, gently caressing Ting. From her hair to her face, to her neck, to her arms, to

her chest. Ting trembled under his caresses.
One hand rested on her breast, gently stroking the bruises. The other hand slid across her abdomen, through

the pubic area, and reached between her legs.
Ting's legs helplessly clenched together twice, but couldn't stop the young boss's penetration.
The shopkeeper's fingers touched Ting's private area. It felt like an electric current shooting through her body from her perineum, causing

Ting to tense up. The pain in her breasts and the spasms in her lower body mingled, creating a

strange sensation. Ting instinctively stopped clenching her legs.
The shopkeeper's hand moved further down, rubbing Ting's labia. Ting involuntarily loosened her legs.
The shopkeeper's finger gently slipped inside, rubbing Ting's clitoris. Ting couldn't help but moan, spreading

her legs . The shopkeeper bent down, licking Ting's vulva. Waves of uncontrollable current surged through her,

and even the pain in her breasts seemed somewhat relieved. A gush of lubrication flowed out.
Ting fell into a state of complete unawareness. The shopkeeper's middle finger went in. Unexpectedly, it was blocked.

The hymen . The shopkeeper was unusually excited. With a forceful thrust, his middle finger pierced the small hole in the hymen.
"It hurts!" Ting shuddered, groaning in her dazed state. The shopkeeper quickly withdrew his finger. He quickly

stripped off his clothes, jumped onto the bed, and lifted Ting's legs. Before Ting could even understand what was happening, she

felt a rod thrust into her lower body.
"Ah!" With a heart-wrenching pain in her lower body, Ting screamed, tears streaming down her face.

She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her legs involuntarily clenching.
The young man ignored Ting's cries, focusing only on his violent thrusts. Ting's cries

could only be intermittent: "Ah, ah..." Finally, the young man ended his frenzy, panting

heavily beside Ting.
Ting's lower body stung terribly; she wanted to wash herself, but her limbs were weak. She could only close her eyes, trying her best to suppress the pain spreading from

her lower body and breasts. Beneath her, there was a wet patch of blood. Ting managed to twist her body to avoid the uncomfortable

wetness, but the white semen flowing from her vagina quickly soaked her lower body again.
The young boss was snoring. Ting was in pain, drifting in and out of consciousness. In her drowsy state, she felt a

large rock pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her legs were spread wide apart again. A hard rod was thrust into Ting's injured

genitals once more. Another tearing pain in her perineum brought Ting back to her senses.
The young boss climbed on top of Ting and once again thrust his hard penis into her vagina. His stiff penis

moved in and out of Ting's injured vagina like a saw, as if it were cutting open her vagina, bringing waves of stinging pain.

The semen that hadn't been washed away had dried and clung to Ting's vagina.
The young boss's vigorous thrusting seemed to rub off this layer of semen along with the vaginal lining,

adding . Accompanied by the pain, sweat poured from Ting's temples and chest.
She couldn't help but groan again. "Ouch, ouch, heave-ho,"
the young boss ignored Ting's painful groans. He let out a low growl, like a shout, as he thrust repeatedly

into Ting's vagina. The room filled with the pungent smell of what seemed like fermenting semen flowing from her vagina.
After his second orgasm, the young boss fell asleep, exhausted. Ting really wanted to wash up. But her whole body

ached, and she was too lazy to move. Her lower body ached in waves. Her breasts also ached in waves.

The semen on her body slowly dried, clinging tightly to her skin and inside her vagina, causing a painful, astringent feeling. She was utterly

exhausted. Unconsciously, she drifted off to sleep.
In her drowsy state, she felt a stinging itch in her lower body. Ting twisted her body, but the itch grew stronger, stimulating her body until it felt swollen

and tight. Her mind slowly cleared.
Someone was licking her vulva. She thought it was the young boss, and with the lingering pain in her lower body and breasts, and

the tingling and aching in her stomach and hips, even moving was difficult. So she let her vulva be licked until it felt numb

.
The tongue moved around Ting's vulva and the cleft of her thighs. Occasionally, it even swept across her anus. Warm currents

spread . It felt incredibly comfortable. Ting couldn't help but moan from the stimulation. Her vagina secreted glistening love juice.
The tongue went into her vagina and licked her clitoris. The stimulation became even more intense. Ting moaned loudly with excitement.

Her breasts swelled up, erect high, and her nipples stood straight up. Under the intense stimulation of pleasure, Ting

couldn't help but thrust her chest, stretch her waist, and lift her buttocks. Seeing Ting's strong reaction, the person licking her lower body looked up.
But when Ting saw that face, her excitement vanished, and she couldn't help but shiver. It

wasn't the young boss, but the old boss. The old boss ignored Ting's astonishment. He climbed onto Ting's body naked.

His old eyes were dim, but they were still gleaming with lust.
"I've had my eye on you for a while now," the old boss said, thrusting his lecherous penis towards Ting's

vulva.
"No, no," Ting struggled, pushing against him with her elbows. "I'm your son's girlfriend!

What are ?"
"That idiot boy only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun; he's useless. I sent him away. Don't worry, you

can secretly follow me, and everything I have will be yours. Haha. You can still date that little idiot. I won't

interfere with you two. You just need to follow me secretly." The old boss said, forcefully pressing his penis against Ting's

vulva.
Exhausted from the young boss's actions, Ting struggled a few times, but couldn't resist the old boss's burning lust.

Although the old boss was over fifty and short, his long years of agricultural labor had made him exceptionally strong

and powerful. Ting's resistance was futile. His penis had already penetrated Ting's vulva. His penis slid into Ting's

labia , hitting her clitoris. A sharp, tingling sensation shot through Ting's brain.
Ting unconsciously gave up resisting. With a sudden thrust of his hips, the old boss's entire penis plunged into Ting's vagina.
From then on, Ting found herself caught between the two bosses, one big and one small.

III. The First Loss
I heeded Ting's warning and avoided Wei. Until Friday evening after dinner. Wei intercepted me on my way

back to the dormitory . "Guanwen. I've been looking for you. I've finished reading your assignment and made some

revisions. Take it back."
Actually, I didn't have any assignment with him. Clearly, he was using this as an excuse to separate me from my classmates

so he could be alone with me.
Out of consideration for my classmates, I had no choice but to tell them, "You guys go back first. Hey,

could you take my lunchbox back? I'm going to get my assignment."
I followed behind him, feeling uneasy. Before dinner, a car picked Ting up. Otherwise, Ting

would definitely have helped me. I thought of Ting's warning: Never trust men. They'll

discard you once they're tired of you.
Ting told me this: "The old boss and the young boss want to take advantage of me. They made their fortune through swindling

and cheating. Do you think they'd let me run the business? They're just using me to deceive and manipulate me. They win over officials with food and drink, giving them gifts and money.

They have me accompany them, claiming I'm their son's girlfriend, just to elevate themselves. I also use this

opportunity to make friends with those officials and the real big bosses. Anyway, I'm just a used-up flower. I've come to terms with it

; I can't rely on anyone else, I have to rely on myself. I also go out with their friends. Actually, everyone

knows what's going on."
Thinking about Ting's words, I secretly resolved that I would never do that with Wei again.
When I entered Wei's house, he led me to the sofa and sat down next to me. I immediately and alertly moved away,

keeping a distance from him so he couldn't see me.
He smiled awkwardly, stood up, and poured me a glass of cola. "Are you avoiding me?" I

pretended not to understand. "No, why would I avoid you? We're not doing anything."
"Wen, I really can't live without you. Come live with me." He lunged at me.
"No," I struggled free, "I'm still young. I'm only 20, I don't want to find a boyfriend yet."
I said, trying to break free and running towards the door.
He grabbed me from behind and pulled me into his arms. "But I can't bear to leave you."
I struggled desperately in his arms. He was a little annoyed. He suddenly twisted one of my arms hard behind my back.

The sharp pain in my shoulder and elbow made half of my body numb.
"I won't let you go." He said viciously. He twisted my arm and pushed me into the bedroom, onto

the double bed.
I was about to scream when he suddenly pounced on me, pressing me face down on the bed. He pressed my head down hard.

He pressed my nose and mouth against the mattress. I couldn't scream or breathe. After struggling a few times, I suffocated.

He grabbed my long hair and pulled my head up. Just as I tried to take a deep breath, he stuffed a handkerchief into my

mouth. Then he pushed me back onto the bed, sat on my waist, twisted my arms behind my back, and

tied them tightly with rope. Then he flipped me over, making me lie on my back.
As soon as he flipped me over, I kicked him hard. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my

calf and pulled down my shorts, revealing my two white thighs. Before I could react, he

ripped off my underwear. My most private parts were naked in front of him.
I was still struggling desperately. He used a belt to bind my legs, bending it and tightening it behind my neck,

suspending my legs around his neck.
No matter how much I struggled, it was useless; something hard was inserted between my legs. I twisted

my body desperately. But that didn't stop his penis from continuing. He gripped my ankles tightly with both hands, pressing them down relentlessly.

His fingernails dug deep into the tender skin of my ankles, sending waves of pain through me.
My knees were pressed tightly against my shoulders and cheeks. It felt like he was going to break my thighs. The pain was incredibly

heavy. His heavy body pressed me down, making it impossible for me to move. He finally thrust into my dry vagina. It felt like rough

sandpaper rubbing against the tender inner walls of my vagina; the dry pain sent chills down my spine.
I wanted to scream, but my mouth was gagged, and I could only let out low whimpers. He glared,

gritting his teeth , and a powerful, muffled roar, like that of a wild beast, erupted from his throat. With another deep, forceful roar, he

pressed his entire weight onto my perineum. It felt like a burning stick had been thrust into my genitals, and suddenly a sharp

pain exploded in my lower body. I felt my vagina being torn apart, ripped from my thighs all the way to my stomach; it felt like I was being ripped

in two .
I couldn't help but scream. My mouth was gagged, and my screams turned into muffled gasps. My ears rang, and my head throbbed

. Then I knew nothing more.
A cool sensation on my head brought me back to reality. My first sensation was overwhelming pain. My stomach felt like it was

being ripped open, excruciatingly painful. It felt like a thousand steel knives were cutting into my vagina and uterus. My waist felt broken.
I involuntarily clenched my fists. I tried to clutch my stomach, but it seemed I had no hands. I then realized

I was completely naked, utterly exposed. My arms were tightly bound behind my back.

The rope from behind my neck to my shoulders and under my armpits, binding my upper arms tightly, and my forearms and

wrists securely behind my back.
My entire arm was numb. The rope dug deep into my flesh, forcing me to arch my chest. My mouth was still

gagged. My inner thighs and perineum were covered in fresh, undried blood. I was drenched in cold sweat.
Pain and humiliation brought tears streaming down my face. He was wiping my cheeks with a cold towel. The cold water had

jolted me awake. His grinning face was so hideous. I wanted to slap him hard, but my hands wouldn't

move. I felt nauseous, but my mouth was gagged, and I couldn't vomit. My throat was parched.
He had taken me; I was his. The thought sent a chill down my spine. I had imagined countless times

giving myself to my beloved prince charming for the first time. But I never imagined it would be like this, being raped for the first time.
"You're finally awake," he said, his icy hands groping my body.
I closed my eyes in shame, letting large tears stream down my face. I gritted my teeth, furrowed my brow, and

endured the unbearable pain emanating from my lower body.
His cold hand moved to my stomach, intensifying the pain. The aches in my back and the pain in my genitals merged into

one. My whole body convulsed involuntarily. He seemed to sense my pain, and triumphantly withdrew his hand,

slapping my snow-white buttocks twice, leaving two bright red handprints. Then he removed the

towel from my mouth.
"Water," I said weakly.
He helped me sit up and fed me water from the teapot.
"I made ginger and brown sugar water with cola. I prepared it for you a while ago. Drink more while it's hot." The hot ginger,

brown sugar , and cola drove away the chill. The pain in my stomach lessened a bit. The pain in my back and lower body

separated again. Hot sweat poured out, washing away the cold sweat. My aching, numb arms felt even worse.
"Untie me." I closed my eyes again. I didn't want to see my naked body and his cruel face.
He didn't answer me, nor did he untie me. Instead, he reached out and slowly began to knead my breasts.

Tears streamed down my face again from the corners of my tightly closed, humiliated eyes.
I remained motionless, letting him knead me. His kneading speed gradually increased. My breasts slowly warmed and swelled,

my nipples proudly erect.
I couldn't help but puff out my chest again. His pace quickened. The warmth from my breasts flowed downwards, impacting

my waist and hips ; the soreness remained, but it wasn't the feeling of something breaking. The warmth swirled in my stomach,

churning and pounding in my lower abdomen. The pain in my lower body lessened considerably.
I could clearly feel that my uterus was still in place, and my vagina hadn't been torn open. The sharpest pain was emanating from

my vagina . The warmth from my breasts also surged towards my bound arms. My arms felt a little warm too. As

the warmth spread, the pain in my arms became more and more pronounced.
Seeing that I didn't resist or react, he leaned closer, his warm lips pressed against my

breasts .
He licked my breasts with his tongue, and waves of electric shock-like sensations radiated from my breasts throughout my body. The current surged

to my waist , tearing open the net of pain that had enveloped my waist, turning the soreness into a network of throbbing aches. An electric current

surged through my uterus, striking it repeatedly, as if slowly coming back to life. The current surged through my vagina,

striking my injured hymen repeatedly, producing a tingling sensation. The current impacted my tightly bound arms, and

the blood in my arms seemed to slowly regain its flow.
His tongue licked my nipples, causing them to erect and swell. Like being struck by a powerful electric shock, the intense stimulation instantly sent

waves of pain through my entire body. I couldn't help but tremble. I involuntarily let out a moan. The

intense stimulation temporarily suppressed the pain throughout my body.
While he frantically licked my nipples, one hand reached towards my vulva.
"No!" I twisted my body. But he disregarded me, spreading my legs and once again aiming his penis at my

vagina. Another wave of pain. His penis thrust into my vagina again.
"Gently, gently," I pleaded in pain.
He thrust in and out, each thrust deeper than the last. I felt a sharp pain in my lower body with each thrust,

as if my stomach was being sawed open, deeper and deeper, splitting me in two.
I groaned in pain, begging him to "Gently, gently." But he didn't go easy on me; instead, he became

more and more forceful. One hand pressed down on my shoulder, making my tingling and numbness ache, while the other hand played with my breasts. The stimulation

and pain intertwined, making me gasp for breath.
Finally, his penis throbbed violently a few times inside my vagina. A surge of fluid rushed deep into my vagina. His

penis slowly softened. He pulled out, the weary end resting beside me.
As the heat subsided, a tearing pain lingered in my lower body, pulling and aching in my hips and waist. I wanted to wash, but

my hips wouldn't obey me, my legs wouldn't obey me either. My struggles alerted him, and he lay on top of me again, kissing me from head to toe.

He kissed my face, neck, and shoulders, then lingered on my high, firm breasts, smacking his lips repeatedly.
"Untie me," I demanded as he kissed my stomach. He

untied . I stretched my numb arms and struggled to sit up
. He quickly helped me up, half-carrying, half-dragging me unsteadily into the bathroom. I couldn't stand,

so I leaned against the wall and had him pull over a plastic chair. He helped me sit on the chair and washed my lower body,

flushing out streams of blood and semen.
I had a low-grade fever for several days, and my vaginal inflammation persisted for a few days as well.

IV. The Nightmare Descends
It was another Friday. No classes in the afternoon. Wei invited me to his house again.
As soon as I entered, he eagerly pulled me into his arms, one hand reaching to undress me, while he

led me towards the bedroom. I numbly leaned against him, letting him strip my clothes off.
Upon entering the bedroom, I was already naked from the waist up. He pushed me down onto the bed, pulled down my skirt and

underwear, and pounced on me like a wolf. He forcefully thrust his hard penis into my vagina. A dry, painful sensation

quickly spread. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, frowned, and endured the pain and nausea without uttering a sound.
He thrust into me with "heavy, heavy" movements. His hot, fleshy penis

slammed into the depths of my vagina with each powerful thrust. Each thrust was deeper than the last. As he penetrated deeper, the astringent pain in my vagina gradually

disappeared , replaced by an indescribable frictional pleasure. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, biting my lip, and continued

to endure his thrusts.
With each violent thrust, his penis grew thicker and longer. I felt my vagina

being stretched to its limit. Finally, his penis reached the deepest part of my vagina, his pubic bone pressing tightly against my vulva,

causing a sharp pain in my pelvis .
Deep inside my vagina, his penis throbbed violently a few times. A gush of liquid spurted out, hitting my

uterus. He let out a long breath. His penis quickly went limp and withdrew. He collapsed wearily

beside me, panting heavily.
A dull pain came from my vagina, and my lower abdomen ached as well. I quickly rubbed my lower abdomen with my hand, then

got up. I went to the bathroom, squatted down, and rinsed my genitals with hot water. As the hot water washed over me, streams

of white semen were washed out.
I don't know when he had come to the bathroom door, leaning against the doorframe. "Wen, I don't want to

work at the school anymore. I want to start a company. I want you to live a better life, like a princess."
"Start a company?" I continued rinsing my genitals, turning my head to look at him.
"Yes. There's an opportunity now. Two of my classmates from when I was studying in Japan are here. They want to invest in China

and invited me to participate. They'll give me 15% of the technology shares. I'll be in charge of management in China. I've calculated it; the salary

is 200,000 yen per month, which is over 20,000 yuan. Adding the dividends from the technology shares, it should

be at least 400,000 to 500,000 yuan a year."
"Really!" I'm already his. Despite disliking him, I still hope he can make a name for himself.

And such a high income is indeed too tempting. My efforts have finally paid off.
"I'll treat them to dinner tonight. There's also one of their South Korean partners. Let's go together.

You can get to know them. They might be able to help me in the future. After you graduate, you won't have to worry about finding a job."
"That's great." For the first time since we started dating, I was genuinely happy. It's hard for female college students to find jobs, and I'm

really afraid of the embarrassment of not being able to find one.
In a high-end business district lined with upscale restaurants and foreign companies, we arrived at a five-star

apartment. We knocked on the door of his Japanese classmate. As soon as we entered, they embraced warmly. A long string of Japanese came

out, but I couldn't understand a word. I guessed it was just small talk. I looked at his two

Japanese classmates and couldn't help but laugh—one was fat, the other skinny. The fat one's head looked like a pig's; the skinny one's head looked like a mouse's.
Wei pulled me aside and introduced me to his classmates in Japanese. His classmates gave me a thumbs-up and then rattled off a bunch of

Japanese to Wei. Wei smiled and said, "They're saying you're really pretty."
"Pretty, pretty. Flower girl," the fat Japanese guy said to me in broken Chinese, while extending

his right hand . I quickly handed him my hand. But to my surprise, after he grabbed my hand, he suddenly pulled me into his

arms and kissed me hard on the cheek. I blushed and struggled to get away. The fat Japanese guy burst

into laughter . I glanced at Wei. Wei wasn't angry and laughed with the fat Japanese guy too.
I remembered foreign etiquette I'd seen on TV and figured it must be their way of showing affection.
The skinny Japanese guy also came over, shook my hand, and kissed me on the cheek.
The Japanese led us into their room.
Wow, what a huge living room! It's over 80 square meters, and it's magnificent. Seeing my astonished look, the chubby

Japanese man showed us their other rooms. There were two large bedrooms, each with a large double bed. Each bedroom

had a large bathroom. There was also a study and a large kitchen. The storage room was even bigger than Wei's room.
"Do you like it?" Wei whispered in my ear.
I nodded.
"I'll definitely buy you one someday," he said earnestly. I looked at him and for the first time thought he

was quite cute.
We went back to the living room and sat down on the large sofa. The chubby Japanese man started babbling again. Wei told...

I ate here. The South Korean went to order the food. The restaurant will bring it over soon.
They were talking in Japanese, which I couldn't understand. Seeing them all looking at me, I guessed they were talking about me.

Every time this happened, I would politely smile at them.
As the door opened, the South Korean came in with the restaurant staff. They set out the food.
At the invitation of the fat Japanese man, we went to the table. It turned out to be a Japanese-style low table. The Japanese and the South Koreans

were kneeling around the table, and Wei was kneeling too. I followed suit and knelt down. But my sundress

couldn't cover my legs, and my cleavage was faintly visible.
"This is Japanese sake, it's not strong, a little won't hurt," Wei told me, picking up his small sake cup. Then

he spoke a string of Japanese to everyone. The South Korean then said in broken Chinese, "Cheers."
Wei pulled me into his arms and spoke a string of Japanese to everyone again. The three men nodded repeatedly. Then...

Wei told me, "I told them you're the prettiest girl in our school. All the boys like to dance with you."
"Ha, pretty, dance." The fat Japanese man stood up and extended his hand to me.
"He's inviting you to dance," Wei told me.
"I..." I hesitated a little.
"Pretty, dance; dance, pretty," the fat Japanese man urged again.
"Go ahead. They like to dance while they eat, and sometimes they even sing. It's okay,"

Wei comforted me.
To the music, the fat Japanese man pulled me into his arms. The others sang Japanese songs, "Ah-yi-woo-ai-ou."

Compared to him, I looked so thin. He held me tightly. His large hands lifted my breasts, making

my cleavage even more alluring. Because he held me so tightly, I was a little sweaty after the dance.
Before I could kneel, the fat Japanese man raised a glass of wine: "Beautiful, cheers."
I quickly waved my hand and said, "I can't drink anymore."
"Beautiful, cheers!" To my surprise, the fat Japanese man said this while suddenly pulling me into his arms and forcing

the wine down my throat. I quickly shut my mouth and shook my head to avoid it. The wine didn't get into my mouth but spilled

on my neck and chest. I struggled to break free from his embrace. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I quickly knelt down next to Wei.
The fat Japanese man laughed triumphantly. Everyone else laughed along. Wei laughed as he wiped

the wine off me. The wine soaked my chest area, clearly outlining my breasts, making them appear translucent, and my

bra was particularly visible.
"Don't mind him, he's just that kind of person, not concerned with details," Wei explained to me.
At this moment, the usually quiet skinny Japanese man also stood up and invited me to dance. Wei patted my shoulder, "Go ahead."
The skinny Japanese man was very proper. After the dance ended, they toasted me with a glass of wine. They only let me sip a little.
Because of this, I barely ate anything, spending all my time dancing with them. Until we were almost finished eating, they looked at

me and started chattering amongst themselves. Wei told me they were discussing who would dance with me for the last dance.

Finally, for some reason, they decided to play rock-paper-scissors. Unfortunately, the last dance was with the fat Japanese guy again.
I was quite afraid of him and disliked him. Even though other dancers would take advantage of

me, pinching my back until it was bruised, he was too rude and ill-mannered, always making lewd

gestures. During one dance, he deliberately thrust his crotch towards me, making everyone laugh. And his hands were extremely restless

, not only groping my back but also pinching my buttocks. Finally, it was the last dance.
He hugged me tightly, his big belly pressing down on me, making it hard for me to breathe. He even tried to lift my skirt. What I

didn't expect was that as the music ended and I was about to push him away, his hand suddenly grabbed my breast.
Caught off guard, he firmly grasped my left breast.
My pent-up anger exploded, and without thinking, I slapped him across the face.
He yelled, picked me up, and threw me onto the carpet, then pounced on me.

Another yell. The skinny Japanese man and the South Korean man also pounced, pinning me to the ground and quickly ripping off my

sundress.
I struggled desperately, but the three men, like wolves, held me tightly to the ground, unhooked

my bra, and pulled down my underwear.
I twisted and screamed, biting. The three of them held me down, then discussed something in a loud, guttural voice.

They shoved a gag into my mouth, fastened the strap to the back of my head, pressed me face down on

the ground, twisted my arms behind my back, and bound me tightly with rope.
Just as they loosened their grip... I immediately rolled over, lying on my back, kicking my legs desperately. The three of them

pounced on me again, lifting my legs and pressing them against their chests. They tied my ankles and thighs tightly with rope.
When they released me, my mouth was gagged, and my arms were bound behind my back. My lower legs were bent backward from the knees,

tightly bound to my thighs, like a person without arms or legs. I lay naked and

helpless on the carpet, unable to move. Only then did I realize that Wei was gone.

A terrible thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "Wei betrayed me!"
The three lecherous men looked at my painful naked body, shouting excitedly, their crotches bulging high.

My heart tightened. They must be discussing how to torment me. I helplessly closed my eyes, letting large tears

fall. This was my last and most desperate measure in this series of misfortunes.
A hand pressed against my breast, then twisted my nipple hard. I screamed in pain. But

because of the gag, I could only let out low whimpers. My pain caused the three lecherous men to laugh. Several hands simultaneously

reached for my naked body. Some slapped my lower abdomen hard, some squeezed my breasts, and some even

inserted their hands into my genitals.
In particular, one of them, I don't know which one, inserted his hand deep into my vagina,

hooked , and pulled it up hard, making me gasp in pain. Then another one bit my thigh hard. I was

tormented and trembled all over.
Suddenly, I felt a familiar presence. It was Wei, he hadn't abandoned me! I opened my eyes.

Sure enough , besides the three wolves kneeling around me, there was Wei. I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would

save me; I was his fiancée whom he had pursued for so long. But I was wrong. He looked

away . My heart sank. I remembered Ting's warning: Men are all bad! Never trust a man.

"Man!" I understood everything. Wei had betrayed me. I was now a lamb to the slaughter.
I glared at them fiercely, but they ignored me. The fat Japanese man slapped my thigh hard

on the bite mark, yelled "Ah!" and pounced on my chest, biting

down . I trembled with pain, involuntarily arching my back and closing my eyes again, tears streaming down my face. My

screams of unbearable pain, gagged, turned into hoarse moans.
Suddenly, another sharp pain shot through my thigh. It turned out that while the fat Japanese man was desperately tearing at my breast,

the Korean man was also biting my thigh hard. The skinny Japanese man also took the opportunity to bite down hard on my stomach.
The fat Japanese man lifted his head from my breast, his mouth full of blood. "Mishi mishi fragrant meat," he said smugly,

shaking his head. The skinny Japanese man also raised his head. The fat Japanese man pointed at his large, laughing head and waving his hands.

The Korean not only bit fiercely, but also tore at my leg with all his might, shaking his head. He wouldn't let go for a long time, as if he was determined to bite off

a piece of flesh from my leg. When he finally finished tearing and looked up, his mouth was covered in blood.
The fat Japanese man lifted my head and pointed at the skinny Japanese man, yelling incoherently. The South Korean man who could speak a little Chinese

chuckled and pointed at the skinny Japanese man, saying, "His is no good, the fragrant Mishi Mishi is no good." He then pointed to

the blood on the fat Japanese man's and his own mouth.
The skinny Japanese man, his eyes red, lunged at my other breast again and bit down hard. I

cried out in pain again, desperately trying to arch my chest to ease the pain. He bit down hard and chewed vigorously. I was almost

fainting from the pain. He finally looked up, his mouth not only full of blood, but also staining his t-shirt.
The three wolves looked at each other and laughed wildly. They raised their glasses, toasted, and drank in one gulp. Their mouths were still stained with blood.

The fat Japanese man launched into another tirade against Wei. Wei awkwardly shook his head and waved his hands. The South Korean man lifted my head, pointed at Wei, and

asked, "His, is it often Mishi Xiangxiang?" As he spoke, he pinched my breast hard again. The wolves burst

into laughter again. I, on the other hand, was in so much pain that tears streamed down my face, and my whole body trembled.
Wei gently stroked the wound on my breast and said guiltily, "I didn't have time to tell you... According to

Japanese custom, to show the sincerity of our cooperation, whoever treats the guests must offer their woman to

their partner. Today it's my treat, so I have to trouble you. I'm sorry you have to suffer. For my sake, please help me.

I will definitely repay you in the future, I will definitely treat you well. For my career, and for our future life,

please bear with it. Ah!"
He betrayed me. I turned my head away angrily. Tears couldn't help but flow from my tightly closed eyes.
"Haha!" A burst of laughter made me open my eyes. The fat Japanese man stood naked

in front of me, his penis erect and hard. The other two men were also

naked , their penises erect, leering at me.
They untied the ropes binding my legs. I didn't want to resist anymore. The key was, I couldn't resist anymore. My

legs were numb and aching from being bound, completely unresponsive. As the ropes were removed, blood could flow through my legs again, and I slowly

regained some feeling.
But the fat Japanese man couldn't wait any longer and lifted my legs, forcefully inserting his penis into my vagina. With

a stinging pain, his penis filled me completely.
He excitedly shook his head, loudly singing Japanese songs with each powerful thrust.
The skinny Japanese man knelt to my left, singing Japanese songs as well. Meanwhile, he held chopsticks in his right hand and extended his left palm

, alternating rhythmically, striking my injured left breast with the chopsticks again and again,

while slapping my flat stomach with his palm.
The South Korean man knelt opposite him, also holding chopsticks in his right hand and extending his left palm, alternating

rhythmically . He struck my flat stomach with the chopsticks again and again, while slapping my injured

right breast with his palm.
With the fat Japanese man's frenzied thrusting,

red welts and overlapping handprints from the slaps.
The fat Japanese man thrust violently. I couldn't describe the feeling anymore. I only felt a hard thing ramming and ramming inside my vagina

, stretching my perineum open. Pain surged continuously from my breasts and stomach.

I could only whimper in my throat, "Ah, ah..."
Wei was also naked. He knelt above my head. The torture I was in only fueled his desire. His

penis was also erect. He pressed his hard penis against my forehead.

Hot, sticky liquid dripped from his penis onto my forehead from time to time.
The fat Japanese man's penis throbbed wildly deep inside my vagina, powerfully ejaculating semen onto my cervix.

His penis quickly went limp, sliding out with drops of semen.
Before the swelling in my perineum subsided, the thin Japanese man thrust his penis in again. I don't know

if it was because my vagina had already been attacked once, or if the thin Japanese man's penis was just thinner. I

felt that the thin Japanese man's penis was thinner than the fat Japanese man's, and it didn't feel as bloated.
But it was longer than the fat Japanese man's. Thrusting deeper and deeper into my vagina. Finally, it seemed to hit

the cervix , thrusting painfully with each stroke.
The thin Japanese man finished ejaculating. My vagina was full of semen, dripping continuously from the vaginal opening. But

the South Korean man ignored all of this and immediately thrust his penis into my vagina. After two consecutive violent

rapes , my vagina had begun to go numb. His thrusting made a "squeak, squeak" sound. Semen inside my vagina

overflowed under his forceful squeezing.
Finally, it was Wei's turn. His torment of me had long since made him unable to restrain himself. Ignoring the semen filling my vagina, he

inserted his penis into mine. This was the second time he had inserted his penis into me today. Perhaps he

still felt a little guilty; his thrusting was slow, but powerful. The other three men remained naked, kneeling

beside the table, drinking and smoking, enjoying Wei's release on me.
After what seemed like an eternity, Wei let out a long sigh and withdrew his limp penis from my lower body

.
"Let's wash up," Wei said, trying to help me stand, but my lower body felt like it no longer belonged to me;

I couldn't stand. Helpless, Wei had no choice but to pick me up. In the bathroom, he placed me in a large bathtub…

A basin of hot water was placed in the tub. They untied me and removed the gag. I could finally cry.

I burst into tears. Wei quickly wiped my body while trying to comfort and soothe me.
"Wei, Wei," someone called from outside.
Wei hurriedly put down a bottle of liquor and several cans of Red Bull. He said, "They want me to play cards. Quickly

wash your wounds and down there with the liquor. Drink more Red Bull to strengthen your body. According to the rules, whoever wins will come to

you later. All the money you win tonight is yours. Hurry up and wash, get some rest. Okay?" With that, he left me, still

crying , and rushed out.
In the hot water, my arms gradually regained feeling. Other parts of my

body seemed to slowly return to normal. My entire body was covered in bruises, purple marks, and red marks. Deep teeth marks were embedded in the flesh of my breasts, dried

blood clots clinging to my white skin. There were also deep teeth marks embedded in the flesh of my thighs. The rope had left deep

grooves on my arms, the edges still red and slightly swollen, the bottom already a dark purple. My perineum was swollen and red.
I first drank a can of Red Bull. I regained some strength. Then I gently washed the wounds with sake.

The alcohol stung the wounds, but it was much more comfortable than the violent torture. I washed my swollen

perineum with sake again, flushing out the filthy semen from my vagina. After that, I drank another can of Red Bull. The dryness in my throat

eased a little. I turned on the shower, letting hot water pour over my head, lying in the hot water, closing my eyes,

enjoying this moment of tranquility, and entering a state of semi-sleep.

V. In the Mouth of the Wolf
But this tranquility did not last long. A commotion broke out outside, and the South Koreans rushed in naked. They

ruthlessly carried me, soaking wet, out of the water. They rushed into the bedroom, threw me onto the double bed, and then jumped onto the bed

and pounced on me. He forcefully spread my legs and thrust his hard penis into my swollen vagina.
He began to thrust violently. The excruciating pain erupted again in my perineum. I had no strength to resist; I could only bite my lip,

close my eyes tightly, and endure the waves of pain from his hard penis pounding against my swollen vulva.

Low, painful "oohs" escaped my throat.
The skinny Japanese man came in, also naked. He placed a small wine cup on the bedside table. He lewdly looked at me,

gave my breast a hard pinch, and left.
The South Korean man's penis throbbed a few times inside my vagina, ejaculating. Then it went limp. He pulled out

his penis, lifted one of my legs, and poured the wine from the cup into my vagina. Then he inserted the cup back into my

vagina, blocking the wine inside.
Just as he left, Wei came in. He told me the South Korean man had won this round. According to the rules, after he finished with me,

he would pour wine into my vagina and then plug it with a wine cup to prevent the wine from flowing out. This continued until the next winner.
My vulva swelled even more, burning with pain. With the wine cup inside my vagina, my legs couldn't close

. My back felt like it was about to break. My lower body felt very, very far away, only the endless pain kept

it connected to me. The wine felt cool inside my vagina. But after a while, it felt like it was burning,

a warm sensation in my lower abdomen, resisting the swelling and burning pain. I wanted to wash up, but I couldn't stand up, I

didn't even have the strength to lift my upper body. I could only lie on my back with my limbs outstretched, pretending to sleep despite the pain.
There was another commotion outside. The South Korean had won again. He rushed in again. He pulled the wine cup out of my vagina and

grabbed his own penis, inserting it into my vagina. Perhaps due to the continuous release of lust, his penis

wasn't hard enough to penetrate.
He masturbated and rubbed, but it still wouldn't get hard. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his penis. I

was utterly disgusted. With the last of my strength, I flinched away from his penis.
In the process, my hand brushed against it. He became enraged. He grabbed my arm and twisted it violently

, the pain making my shoulder and elbow feel like they were dislocated. At the same time, he bit down hard on my upper arm below my shoulder blade

, chewing incessantly.
I screamed in pain, but I no longer had the strength to shout, only weak

moans of "Ah, ah ah." Large beads of cold sweat poured from my temples and chest. By the time his penis was fully erect, my

arm felt as if it had been broken by his twisting and twisting; the flesh on my arm was almost torn apart. My arm felt like it wasn't

mine anymore. Only the pain remained connected to me.
He grabbed my legs and inserted his penis into my vagina again. Under his vigorous thrusting, my vulva swelled

even more. Each thrust sent sharp pains through my vagina. When he finished and withdrew his penis, he cheered

loudly . His penis was streaked with blood. My vagina, worn from the relentless grinding, was already abraded and

began to bleed.
He ran out shouting, then returned with other men. He pointed at his own penis and my

vagina , shouting excitedly. He pulled up one of my legs again, poured alcohol into my vagina, and then stuffed it

into a wine cup. The other men watched with interest, slapping my swollen vulva.
I was completely exhausted, lying on the bed like a dead person, unable to move. Only endless pain,

numbness , and agony remained.
Wei lifted my head, fed me a glass of sake, and then a can of Red Bull.
Next, the skinny Japanese man won two rounds in a row. His penis was exceptionally long, making my stomach churn uncomfortably.

His two acts of torture brought out a large amount of blood. Despite Wei's repeated attempts to force-feed me sake and Red Bull, my

mind remained blank; I was practically unconscious. Only endless pain accompanied me.
The skinny Japanese man won again. But after continuous ejaculation, his penis hung limply between his legs. To stimulate his

erection, he squeezed and kneaded my bruised breasts.
I had no strength left to move, not even to cry. I could only bite my lip, close my eyes tightly, and

endure his brutality, letting tears stream down my face.
But his penis remained powerless. The other men continued to mock him. Enraged, he pulled out his belt and violently lashed my naked body

again and again. The belt slapped against my thighs, stomach,

breasts, and arms.
Each strike left a reddish-purple welt on my white skin. The beatings were relentless, leaving me breathless

.
I could no longer cry, no longer scream. Even tears had dried up. He could only

let out : "Ah, ah..."
He beat me until my body was covered in uneven, crisscrossing welts from the belt. Only then did his penis

manage become erect.
He threw away the belts, jumped onto the bed, and lifted my legs. But his limp penis still couldn't penetrate my

swollen vagina. This drew another round of laughter. He jumped down in a rage, found the wallet containing the apartment information,

jumped back onto the bed, and straddled me. He slammed the wallet down on my chest, opened it, and took out a sewing board. He

threw the wallet far away again.
He pulled a sewing needle from the board, pinched my breast, and plunged it hard into my nipple.

I screamed in agony, the sound of which was chilling, and I didn't even know where it came from.
I broke out in a cold sweat. He wasn't finished. He pulled out another needle, pinched my other breast, and

slowly stabbed it into my nipple. The excruciating pain made me tremble all over, gasping for breath.

Cold sweat poured down my body
The intense stimulation finally made his penis erect. He spread my legs and laboriously inserted his penis

. Two needles were still gleaming in my nipples.
However, after only a few thrusts, his penis slowly went soft again. Annoyed, he pinched

the protruding half of the needle handle from my nipples and violently stirred it, causing my breasts to throb with excruciating pain.

The intense pain quickly spread, pulling down to my armpits and back. The pain radiated down my back in waves. I felt as if

my limbs had left me. My consciousness drifted away, leaving only the

excruciating .
His penis hardened again inside me. He stirred the steel needles in my breasts while

gritting his teeth thrusting his penis in and out with deadly force. I was in excruciating pain. When he pulled away, I seemed to know nothing.
Wei forced me to drink alcohol to wake up. Intense pain enveloped me. My body felt like it wasn't mine anymore; I could

n't . Blood mixed with semen kept flowing from my vagina. Several towels had already been changed

and were piled up on the floor. Blood and semen stained the towels red and yellow. My perineum was swollen, spreading my

legs wide apart.
Wei tried to remove the needle from my nipple. But the moment his hand touched the needle, a piercing pain shot

through every nerve in my body. The pain made me convulse. I managed to utter a

weak sound, "No, no," while shaking my head slightly. Only my neck could still move.
It was late at night. The card game continued. Fat Japan won. He had probably been holding back for too long; his penis

was thick and large. When he thrust into me, it felt like he was going to tear my vagina apart. With each powerful

thrust, one wave of pain in my vagina hadn't subsided before another surged through me. He took an exceptionally

long time. Waves of sharp pain surged through me. My mind was hazy and numb; I

couldn't my limbs anymore. My whole body was filled with pain, and I couldn't distinguish any parts of my body.
Then, the alcohol woke me up; I was still alive. It was Wei's turn. Even though he carefully inserted his penis into my

vagina , I still trembled all over from the pain. He didn't pay much attention to my pain. He just

kept thrusting into me. I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry anymore; my tears had dried up. My body couldn't

move Only the pain told me I was still alive. But my heart was bleeding.
Wei finished. He pulled out his penis. He helped me up, holding my head up so I could see myself. My

perineum. It was frighteningly swollen, my labia turned outwards. My entire vulva looked like a large, ripe, red peach. The skin was stretched and

shiny, and in several places, it had peeled off, revealing the tender red flesh inside. There were also many places inside my vagina where

the skin had peeled off. A patch of tender skin, washed away by blood, still clung to the vaginal opening. Blood continued to flow from the vagina,

carrying with it whitish semen.
My once beautiful body, which had made me proud, envied by girls, and made boys drool, was now completely mangled.

Blue, purple, black, and red wounds swelled up, forming crisscrossing grooves and

mounds on my body. My breasts were much larger, the tender flesh from the deep wounds turned outwards, some already white.

My nipples were swollen and large, more than twice their normal size. The needles on my nipples reflected a pale light.
"I didn't want to penetrate you anymore. But they said that a swollen vagina is especially tight, sometimes

even tighter than a virgin's. But it's not as astringent as a virgin's, making it especially pleasurable. In Japan, they sometimes deliberately use

belts swell up a woman's genitals before playing with her. So I couldn't resist trying it myself. It really is incredibly exciting." I

hated him.
Another round, and Wei won again. But his penis wouldn't get hard again. He tried several times but couldn't penetrate. He

didn't force me anymore. He fed me Red Bull and two small biscuits. I didn't have the strength to swallow, so Wei

used some liquor to help me wash the biscuits down.
Wei told me that the skinny Japanese man and the South Korean man were exhausted from venting their frustrations on me. They drank bottle after bottle

of liquor and finally passed out.
Only the fat Japanese man was still not satisfied. Wei had just finished feeding me when he came in. Holding a bottle of liquor, he drunkenly

shouted, "Beautiful, beautiful." His penis was erect, and he spread my legs and forcefully inserted his penis,

thrusting wildly. Another burst of pain exploded in my lower body. He kept fiddling with the needles on my nipples, or

flicking them with his fingers, and even worse, he hit the needles on my nipples hard with the liquor bottle, making me feel like I was dying. His penis

went soft and then hard again inside my vagina. I was in excruciating pain under him.
The fat Japanese man finished the bottle of wine, threw it away, and began to thrust violently into my vagina with all his might.

Finally, he ejaculated. His penis slid out limply.
But he wasn't finished. He climbed all over me, pressing down so heavily I couldn't breathe. He pulled

the needle from one of my nipples. With excruciating pain, blood welled up from my nipple. He bit down on my nipple and

sucked hard, making me feel cold all over, the pain excruciating. He couldn't suck any more blood from one nipple. He pulled

the needle from the other nipple and desperately sucked on it. The pain was unbearable. My greatest wish was to die immediately,

to escape this unbearable agony.
The fat Japanese man drank his fill of my milk and blood. His penis became erect again. He lifted my legs and

inserted his penis into my swollen, unrecognizable vagina once more. The indescribable pain caused me to faint again.
The fat Japanese man, having vented his frustrations on me, even inserted a bottle deep into my vagina before staggering

out By then, it was already dawn.
Just then, Wei appeared like a ghost, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. He woke me up, removed the bottle from my

lower body , and then used alcohol to wash my entire body, paying special

attention to cleaning the mess from my genitals. He changed the blanket beneath me, leaving me with a dry sheet and another blanket.
I could barely feel my body anymore; besides the unbearable pain, it felt like being in an ice cave,

chilling to the bone, or being steamed and roasted in a fire. I developed a high fever.
"You're burning hot. Go get some sleep," Wei said, then drew the curtains and left.
In the darkness, I succumbed to the torment of pain, cold, and being roasted in the heat.

VI. Postscript
I lay in bed for several days before I could get up. For over a week, I couldn't lift either of my arms. It took me

over a month to be able to clench my fist and hold things properly. My menstrual flow was intermittent for several months before returning to

normal. The wounds on my body took over six months to heal.
Even now, almost two years later, if you look closely under my pale skin, you can still see

bluish marks. Others just think they are blood vessels. Only I know that they are the deep-seated hatred

left .
With the help of a senior female student and her friend, I escaped Wei's entanglement and broke up with him completely.

He resigned from the school and started some kind of company in some industrial park with Japanese and South Koreans. I wonder

how many more ruined by them. The school also took back the house allocated to him and gave it to other

young teachers.
I still keep receiving love letters and declarations of love. But I never open one, nor keep

one . As soon as I receive one, I immediately burn it.
[The End
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