I always thought Ethan’s stepmom, Sarah, was graceful, beautiful, and pure. That was until after graduation when I moved into Ethan’s house. Late one night, I saw Sarah in the bathroom, wearing a provocative slip, watching an adult film on her phone and hiking up her skirt… … My name is Liam. After senior year of high school, my friend Ethan asked me to join him for a part-time job at a supermarket near his house. I agreed and went home with him that very day. It was there that I first saw his stepmom, Sarah. Sarah was wearing a tight black slip dress that slightly emphasized her cleavage. I immediately felt my mouth go dry and quickly averted my gaze downwards. My eyes landed on Sarah’s two long, pale legs, pressed tightly together. Her fair, slender legs were perfectly straight, and her delicate feet were adorned with red nail polish. Scenes from adult films inexplicably flashed through my mind, and I quickly lifted my head, turning away to hide my flushed face from Sarah. “I need to use the restroom first.” “Go ahead. Make yourself at home,” Ethan said, seemingly oblivious to my reaction. He pointed to the bathroom, then settled onto the sofa and turned on the TV. Sarah, however, smiled at me. Her foxy eyes, with a slight upturn at the corners when she chuckled softly, sent a ripple through my heart. “Ethan rarely brings friends over. Come on, I’ll show you.” She finished speaking and walked past me. A fragrance, like orchid and musk, filled my nostrils. She led the way, her tight, black body-hugging slip dress swaying rhythmically, her perfectly round and firm backside rising and falling with each graceful step. I had only been looking for an excuse to use the restroom. Now, seeing this, I wanted to clap my hand over myself to prevent any unsightly reactions Sarah might notice. But the more I looked, the more I felt as if Sarah’s slip dress was being worn without anything underneath! I couldn’t see any trace of underwear! Thinking back to before… I wondered if Sarah’s top half was also like that! Could it be that Sarah likes to wear things this way, to make it… convenient? As I followed Sarah, we reached the bathroom within a few steps, but Sarah suddenly paused. She gave me no time to react, quickly glancing down at me as I stopped. A faint smile touched her lips, her gaze lingering. “I never would have thought, for someone your age, you’re already so well-developed.” This… Sarah had seen it, and she was saying this to me. I felt a surge of panic. Sarah suddenly stepped forward and flicked my lower region. I yelped. Sarah giggled, her body shaking with laughter, her chest rising and falling. “Hehehe… Hurry up and do your business.” I felt like I’d been granted a reprieve, my face flushed and heart pounding, as I rushed into the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I saw a pile of red and purple intimate apparel. Most of them were just narrow strips of fabric. Connecting this to my earlier suspicion that Sarah preferred to go commando, and her deliberate teasing, my eyes widened, and my heart began to pound with excitement! Could Sarah be doing this on purpose? Teasing me, wanting me? Soon, I slapped myself on the forehead. That’s right, Ethan mentioned his dad is abroad and hasn’t been back in a long time. Sarah must be feeling empty and lonely. This is… this is her wanting… So, then… what about me? My mind began to conjure images of scandalous intimacy with Sarah, and my heart beat faster and faster. Certain parts of me also began to swell. It was a while before I emerged from the bathroom. Sarah had already started cooking, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. During dinner, I was surprised to find dishes that included foods known for their “energizing” properties, like large oysters. Sarah kept urging me to eat more. Her eyes watched me as if she wanted to devour me. What did this mean? I knew these dishes were supposedly potent for vitality. That night, I drifted off to sleep. Until I was awakened by the need to pee. I got up and went to the bathroom. Just as I was about to push the door open, I noticed it was ajar. Through the crack, I saw Sarah sitting on the toilet, holding her phone, watching something that made her face flush red. [End of Chapter 1. Unlock next chapter to continue!] 2 Soon, I heard sounds emanating from the phone through the door crack. I was instantly stunned. Sarah seemed to be watching a Japanese adult film, filled with the sounds of intimate acts between a man and a woman. My face instantly turned crimson. Sarah’s face grew redder and redder, and her eyes began to look distant. One hand slowly lifted her skirt. Sarah was wearing absolutely nothing underneath?! Before long, Sarah’s full chest was also rising and falling with her breathing. Just as I watched, dumbfounded and feeling like I was about to explode, losing all control, Sarah suddenly lifted her head, and her beautiful eyes looked right at me through the door crack! In that instant, I knew there was no hiding! At the same time, I didn’t want to hide! I wanted to go in, I wanted to… possess Sarah! The thought had just bloomed, and I felt a little scared, but quickly, looking at Sarah’s mesmerizing expression, I disregarded everything else. All I felt was my hormones surging, that impulse growing stronger and stronger. It was then that something made me swallow hard—Sarah actually crooked her finger at me. Seeing Sarah’s alluring look, I immediately rushed forward, eager to push open the bathroom door. “Liam, where’d you run off to? Are you in the bathroom? I need to go too…” Damn it, it was Ethan’s voice. I felt incredibly annoyed. I hadn’t expected a good thing to be right on the verge of happening, only for something unexpected to occur. Disappointed, I stopped dead in my tracks. Inside the bathroom, Sarah hastily began to pull her clothes back on. It was only then that I clearly saw it: Sarah’s black slip dress seemed different from other women’s slip dresses. It had a small strap inside that was tied to her leg. So, Sarah wasn’t going without underwear; the slip dress itself had built-in straps! What a wonderfully unique design! Sarah looked at me while anxiously dressing, placing her phone on the washing machine in the bathroom. I could clearly see the screen displaying… an adult film. A female actress, mature and sensual like Sarah, was wearing a similar black slip dress, bending over and wiping the floor. Behind her stood a male actor, younger than her, swallowing hard, his eyes burning with desire. Though I hadn’t seen this specific film before, it was clear that the mature, older actress was seducing the young actor, who was around my age. I instantly understood what was happening. It turned out Sarah was deliberately seducing me. This mature, alluring, married woman, Sarah, must have been dry for too long, and seeing me, she had developed improper thoughts. Sarah had already put her clothes back on, her face flushed as she looked at me. That mature and charming allure struck deep into my heart. Thump, thump, thump… Ethan’s footsteps grew closer. Sarah quickly picked up her phone, turned off the screen, and brushed past me. As she passed, her full breasts pressed against my body. Perhaps it was because the bathroom door was too narrow, or perhaps Sarah did it on purpose, but as she brushed past me, a unique fragrance emanated from her. At the same time, her soft breasts pressed against me, making my heart throb with excitement.

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“Does it feel good… my husband has never made me feel like this…” In the dim room, the young woman knelt on the bed, looking back at me. Her breathing grew more ragged, her hazy eyes seemed to melt anyone she gazed upon. Just a day ago, I would never have dreamed of conquering Ms. Davies, my alluring English professor, and having her beneath me. My name is Alex Stone, a college freshman. Perhaps it was genetic, but I was born with an abundance of male hormones, leading to my, well, equipment developing at twice the rate of my peers. By the time I turned eighteen, it was truly something else. Not only did its length and girth grow exponentially, but due to an excessive amount of testosterone, my libido became incredibly potent. I needed to find a way to relieve myself twice a day, otherwise, I’d feel restless and uncomfortable all over. That day, I went to the office to ask for a leave of absence. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Ms. Davies wiping away tears. “Professor, what’s wrong?” Ms. Davies turned, forcing a calm demeanor. “Nothing, Alex. I was just tired, gave a big yawn.” “Oh… then I’ll go.” Since she didn’t want to say, I placed my leave request on her desk and turned to leave. But, as luck would have it, a sweep of my hand knocked over her thermos. Hot, steaming water splashed all over my lower abdomen and groin. For a moment, I thought I was ruined. I hopped around, clutching my crotch, wincing in pain. Ms. Davies panicked. “Where did it get you? Let me see!” I hesitated, a little awkward. Seeing my discomfort, Ms. Davies quickly grabbed my waistband, ready to pull down my pants. But just as she was about to pull, she paused. “Can you walk?” she asked, her brows furrowed. “Hiss… Kinda, kinda.” It was after school hours then, so there weren weren’t many people outside. Ms. Davies carefully but quickly helped me up to the fifth floor. She pulled out a key and opened the door to a small room opposite the storage closet. I looked around, noticing a desk and a bed inside. A few silk stockings were haphazardly tossed on the bed—it looked like her usual resting spot. Once inside, Ms. Davies helped me sit on the bed and then reached down to pull off my pants. “It was easy for someone to walk in the office earlier. Are you in pain? If the burn is serious, we have to go to the hospital!” Actually, I was almost fine by then. Though the water in the thermos was hot, it wasn’t boiling. It was more a fright than an actual burn. But lust often emboldens a man, especially with my heightened sex drive. Watching Ms. Davies kneel on the soft pad beside the bed, her captivating, beautiful face only eight inches from my groin, her luscious hourglass figure, magnified by the angle, was incredibly impactful. Her full breasts, encased in a black bra, trembled enticingly beneath her neckline, shining blindingly white. I couldn’t help but react. As my boxers slid down to my knees, my ‘member’ sprang out with a distinct thwack, like a giant snake. “Oh!” Ms. Davies hadn’t expected me to be so… gifted. She almost got hit in the face. She was visibly startled, covering her mouth with a soft gasp. Her eyes darted away. “You… quickly check… how is it?” “It just hurts…” My lifelong sexual happiness was at stake, so I naturally wouldn’t be careless. I lowered my head and inspected closely. I was relieved to find I wasn’t burned, only slightly red. The pain wasn’t from a burn, but more like a throbbing sensation from being overly aroused. Ms. Davies avoided my gaze, turning to grab a clean towel from the clothes rack. She moistened it and gently dabbed my lower abdomen. The warm breath she exhaled sprayed onto my skin, sending shivers through me. From the mirror behind her, it looked almost as if she were kneeling, attending to me. Recalling scenes from some novels, I deliberately arched my hips upward, bringing my ‘big treasure’ closer to Ms. Davies’s face. “Behave yourself…” Ms. Davies raised a hand and lightly smacked me. Then she suddenly burst out laughing. “No wonder… your nickname is ‘The Big Donkey’…” “Professor, how did you know?” “Your ex-girlfriend mentioned in the dorms that your ‘thing’ was especially big, and it just spread… Hahaha.” I awkwardly chuckled, pulling my abdomen back. Ms. Davies, seeing my expression ease, simply draped the towel over my ‘treasure’ and asked, “Are you okay now?” “Doesn’t hurt anymore, it feels warm,” I grinned foolishly. “That’s good. Don’t tell anyone about today, alright?” Ms. Davies advised, looking a little embarrassed. “Mmm-hmm, I know. It’s our little secret.” Hearing my words, Ms. Davies’s face flushed even deeper, a beautiful crimson that spread down her neck. Even though she was a mature woman, she could still display such girlish shyness. My unruly body stiffened again, and a fresh wave of desire flared within me. “You… what are you doing…” Ms. Davies froze, staring at the towel slowly rising from my erection. Her cherry-red lips parted in surprise. For a moment, the entire room was filled with an illicit tension. “I… I can’t control myself…” “I know, you’re at that age when your blood runs hot…” Ms. Davies seemed to conjure unspeakable images in her mind, her small tongue unconsciously licking her red lips, swallowing hard. “Prof—Professor…” I summoned my courage. “I’ve always liked you. Every time I see you, I get like this…” Ms. Davies stared at me blankly. After a long moment, she finally spoke. “You’re in puberty, it’s normal to have fantasies about the opposite sex. But it should be with girls your own age, not me…” “I can’t control it. And once it’s like this, it takes a long time to go down.” “Then you…” Ms. Davies actually looked a little abashed. “You… just take care of it yourself… just not too often, it’s bad for your health…” “Professor, can you… help me?” At that moment, I don’t know what I was thinking. I suddenly had a crazy impulse. I pulled the towel off, exposing my manhood, and blurted out the question. Ms. Davies froze. When she reacted, her face instantly flooded with crimson. She fiercely pinched my leg. “You dare tease your professor? You’re out of control…” Seeing her seem somewhat flustered and annoyed, I quickly stood up to appease her. But due to overexertion and my pants still being down, I immediately fell again. To make matters worse, my excited ‘member’ directly hit the corner of the desk, a painful blow. “Ah, it hurts so bad…” I writhed on the floor like a worm, clutching my groin. “What happened to you?” Seeing my distorted expression, Ms. Davies quickly kneeled over me, fumbling to see how badly I was hurt. “I… I went limp.” “What nonsense are you talking about?!” “But you’re so close to me… and it’s not reacting at all.” Ms. Davies looked at me in astonishment. I nodded helplessly. She, too, worried that I might actually be injured. She patted my back to comfort me. “Maybe you’re just too nervous. It’ll be fine in a moment.” Hearing that, I did calm down. Ms. Davies knelt on the bed, lost in thought. A few minutes later, she blushed again and leaned closer to ask, “Do you… feel anything now?” Actually, I was pretty much okay by then, but feeling Ms. Davies’s soft body pressing against my leg, that desire in my heart stirred back to life. I couldn’t help but turn my head and kiss her lips. “Hmm?” Ms. Davies blinked, seemingly not registering what had happened. After a moment, she finally spoke. “Some child is very bold, indeed.” “You still think I’m a child?” Looking at her captivating and alluring face, I steeled my heart and simply pressed her down onto the bed. “Ah!” Ms. Davies gasped, trying to shield her chest with her arms, her voice tinged with disbelief. “You… what are you doing?!” “Taking you.” Like a wild animal, I peeled back her hands and pulled them above her head, pinning them down. My other hand slipped under her skirt, pushing Ms. Davies’s underwear down below her neck, then settling over her exquisite, soft breasts. “Alex!” Ms. Davies became shy, calling my name directly. I didn’t answer. I leaned in and devoured her lips, while my right hand, using the same trick, moved downwards, boldly rubbing her buttocks hard a few times, getting my fill of what I’d dreamed of for so long. Then I tugged at the hem of her skirt, rolling it up to her waist. “Let… let me go…” Ms. Davies’s breathing was rapid and erratic. Beads of sparkling sweat glistened on her forehead, and strands of beautiful hair clung to her face, which was flushed like a peach blossom. Her half-closed eyes brimmed with unspoken passion. I kissed wildly downwards, raining kisses on her chest, lower abdomen, and thighs. Ms. Davies twisted even more fiercely, her fair legs flailing, her hands reaching out to pull at my hair. “No… we can’t…”

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I was a recent college grad, and to save money, I was sharing a two-bedroom apartment with my best friend. But one unexpected incident plunged both our relationships into a spiral we could never escape… Last weekend, I’d just finished showering and was about to get dressed when my boyfriend suddenly pressed me down onto the bed, pulling down my underwear. “Baby, your butt is getting curvier.” “Stop it,” I tried to push him away. “The door’s still open. Someone might see.” “So what if they do? It’s not like they’re strangers…” My boyfriend pulled me into his arms and started kissing me, leaving me dazed and letting him have his way. After a while, I noticed a figure standing at the doorway. It was Ryder, my boyfriend’s best friend. He leaned against the doorframe, looking at my barely clothed body. “Not just a curvy butt, she’s got dimples too.” “Go on, scram! Haven’t you seen enough of your own girlfriend?” Though it wasn’t the first time Ryder had seen me undressed, I still hid in my boyfriend’s arms, blocking Ryder’s view. Initially, I had intended to close the door before putting on my clothes. But Ryder wouldn’t leave, and I couldn’t exactly walk around naked to shut the door, so I grabbed a short skirt from the bed and slipped it on. In this situation, wearing a bra was out of the question. So I dug breast petals out of my bag, ready to stick them on. When I looked up, Ryder was still staring at me. “Still looking? Can’t tear your eyes away?” “Can’t tear them away because it feels too good! But I’m thinking of a different part of the body!” Ryder burst out laughing. “You pervert, I’ll tell Mia not to let you into bed tonight!” I glared at Ryder, then turned sideways to apply the breast petals. Just then, my boyfriend started getting frisky again. He reached out and touched me. “If Mia won’t let him into bed, he can just sleep with us. Your body’s so amazing, baby. Why enjoy it alone when you can share the fun?” “Ugh, you’re trying to give yourself a reason to cheat?” “What’s there to be scared of? I’m not losing out. He’ll trade Mia for you.” “Get out of here, you’re talking nonsense! Are you two really that close you’d swap girlfriends?” Hearing my boyfriend’s vulgar and direct banter, my ears immediately burned crimson, and an indescribable tremor surged through me. I keenly picked up on the unspoken understanding between my boyfriend and Ryder; it seemed like more than just talk. At the time, I didn’t know this was just the beginning of my downfall. After they’d had their fill of joking, my best friend Mia had also showered and changed, so we set off for the escape room. This time, it was an adventure-themed room, just the four of us. My boyfriend and Ryder walked ahead, while Mia and I followed closely behind, huddling together in the darkness, inching forward. Normally, I wasn’t easily scared, but Ryder kept letting out strange shrieks, and combined with the eerie lighting, it made my skin crawl. Suddenly, the door ahead burst open, and Mia and I shrieked, clutching onto each other. Just then, the walkie-talkie crackled, telling us a ghost had appeared up ahead and we needed to find a cabinet to hide in quickly. Before I could react, Ryder grabbed me and pulled me into a nearby cabinet. My boyfriend, meanwhile, pulled Mia into another cabinet. The cabinet was only about two feet wide, so cramped our bodies were pressed together. Ryder held me from behind, and almost instantly, he couldn’t keep still, his hands starting to wander freely over me. “Ah!” Just then, Mia in the cabinet next to us let out a soft gasp. I quickly stretched my neck to look at her. Sure enough, Mia was pressed intimately against my boyfriend, just like us. But while I was facing away from Ryder, Mia and my boyfriend were face-to-face. She seemed stunned with fright, pressing herself deep into Jake’s embrace, trembling uncontrollably. Jake, meanwhile, had a look of pure enjoyment on his face. In the dim light, separated by a thin cabinet wall, the heavy breathing of all four of us became exceptionally clear in the silence. At that moment, Ryder gently bumped me, then lowered his head and nibbled my neck. I immediately froze. Ryder was on the basketball team, a towering six-foot-three, and holding me from behind felt like a wild giant playing with a doll. This gave me a fresh thrill, accustomed as I was to my boyfriend. Yes, women enjoy new sensations too. I was both ashamed and scared. His body radiated a fire-like heat, stimulating my smooth, sensitive skin through my thin skirt. “Mmm…” My body felt weak and I let out a soft gasp, subtly pressing back against him. “Chloe, you’re really something, aren’t you?” Ryder’s soft chuckle sounded from behind me. My face was flushed crimson, feeling as if my inner thoughts had been laid bare, my entire scalp prickling. We stayed pressed together like that, I don’t know for how long, until the walkie-talkie crackled again, reminding us to continue searching for clues. Only then did I realize the ghost NPC had long disappeared. I fully snapped back to reality, quickly pulling Ryder’s hand away and frantically pushing him to get out of the cabinet. My boyfriend and Mia also emerged from their cabinet, their clothes disheveled, especially Mia whose face was flushed with a dreamy, almost dewy look. What surprised me was that Ryder didn’t seem to care that his girlfriend had been taken advantage of; instead, he kept looking at me and smiling. This made me recall our intimate contact in the cabinet, and I quickly pulled my boyfriend forward, asking him with a hint of sourness, “So, how did someone else’s butt feel?” My boyfriend quickly begged for mercy, “I just couldn’t help myself.” Seeing his comical expression, and remembering that I hadn’t controlled myself either, I couldn’t help but huff. “Men are all pigs, always wanting what they can’t have, especially other men’s girlfriends. It’s like they can’t control themselves!” My boyfriend looked like he was about to cry. “Unfair! You’ve already drained me dry, I’ve got nothing left for other women.” “So if you had the ‘goods,’ you’d just go for it?!” After another hour or so of playing, we returned home for dinner, by which time it was already dark. After washing up, I returned to my room, but heard muffled moans and groans from Mia’s room next door. It turned out she and Ryder had already started. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was leaning over the bed, listening in, holding my underwear and examining it closely. On it… were the intimate traces from my time in the cabinet! My heart seized with panic, and I quickly snatched it away. “What’s so interesting about underwear? It’s dirty!” “Did Ryder touch you in the cabinet today?” My boyfriend said in a teasing tone, chuckling a few times. Seeing that he wasn’t angry, I felt a little relieved and deliberately provoked him. “So what if he did? Aren’t you two close enough to swap girlfriends?” At this, my boyfriend’s breathing grew heavier. He pushed me down onto the bed, his voice growing rougher. “How did he touch you? Like this? Spill it.” Sometimes, to spice things up, we’d exchange suggestive banter during foreplay, which always sent our passion skyrocketing. It was a little couple’s kink, nothing to do with personal decorum. “No way, I’m totally innocent…” I deliberately swayed my hips, continuing to tease him. “You’re clearly turned on, so don’t play innocent. Tell me!” My boyfriend pulled off my sleep shirt, used one arm to pin my wrists above my head, and then his other hand spread my thighs, holding me firmly against the mattress, as if I were a prisoner. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you can’t get angry.” I turned my head to look him straight in the eyes, seeing his features contort rapidly, as if with anger mixed with excitement. “Tell me.” My boyfriend’s repeated demands made my heart pound faster. Strangely, as I watched him grow impatient, I also felt a peculiar thrill building up inside me. “In the cabinet, he pressed against me…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “And then? You didn’t resist?” “Of course I resisted, but he held me tight and wouldn’t let go. He was so strong, I tried to push him away a few times, but couldn’t…” “You actually enjoyed it, didn’t you?! Keep going!” My boyfriend’s questions grew more direct, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. My face burned hot, flushed all the way to my ears, and I gradually became more aroused. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips a few times. “I want you… Let’s do it now. Tonight, you don’t have to use a condom.” “Did he… enter you? Did you like it?” My boyfriend couldn’t hold back anymore. He roughly flipped me over, sticking his fingers into my mouth, swirling them around. “Yes, I liked it, so much. Hurry, please…” I was already dizzy with escalating desire, my messy hair flailing, my words becoming incoherent. Just as I writhed, my hands flailing and grabbing at the sheets, the bedroom door suddenly pushed open. Ryder, completely naked, walked in carrying a flushed and panting Mia. “Let me tell you the most exciting part…” I shrieked instantly, fumbling frantically to pull the covers over my body. “How did you two get in here?!” Ryder, holding Mia, looked at me with a mischievous grin. “You ask Jake…” My eyes widened. I stared at Ryder incredulously, then turned my gaze to my boyfriend, who had remained silent. Jake’s lips curled into an enigmatic smile. “Why enjoy something alone when you can share the fun?” Looking at the man before me, I simply couldn’t believe my ears. He actually agreed to Ryder’s outrageous request! A few mumbled words escaped my lips, and I felt as if I had plunged into an ice cellar. “Are you insane?!” I backed away step by step, feeling that the two people in front of me had become utterly unfamiliar. “Don’t come closer! Don’t touch me!” “Jake, I’m warning you, don’t take another step! You know the consequences!” That was our unspoken rule, a phrase I used to rein him in whenever he angered me. For some reason, my boyfriend, who used to immediately hang his head and apologize upon hearing those words, now showed a flicker of impatience and almost undetectable disgust. “And what then?” The expression on his face froze for a moment, replaced by a complex emotion I couldn’t decipher. Was this still the Jake I knew? My eyes welled up with tears, and my body trembled uncontrollably. Through blurry vision, the figures of these people seemed to blend and flicker, helplessness and fear overwhelming my heart. My gaze fell on Mia, nestled in Ryder’s arms, throwing her a silent plea, my last hope. Mia and I were college classmates and even shared a dorm. After Jake and I got together, I introduced her to Ryder, which is how their romance began. She noticed my gaze, but merely tossed out a lighthearted remark. “Chloe, it’s the 21st century. Don’t be such an old fossil!” With that, she poutingly snuggled into Ryder’s arms, completely unbothered by what they were about to do. Ryder chuckled heartily and joined in, trying to persuade me. “Yeah, what’s the big deal? Just treat it like a game, we’re all best friends here.” His words felt like a stinging slap across my face. My earlier resolve completely crumbled, and tears flowed freely. Looking at the three of them, in their disgusting collusion, I felt a chilling coldness all around me, and an unprecedented bitterness and rage twisted in my heart, choking me until my voice became hoarse. “Your ideas are too… progressive. I’m not cut out for this kind of game. Excuse me!” With that, I quickly pulled the covers tighter and tried to bolt out the door. But a large hand appeared out of nowhere, blocking my path. “Leaving would be so boring!” Jake reached for my hand, but I slapped him hard across the face. “Get lost!” A crisp slap echoed, causing the air to seemingly freeze for a moment. Half of Jake’s face immediately swelled red. His pride had been trampled, and the stinging pain reminded him of how humiliated he was. At that moment, Jake, as a man, finally snapped.

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My name is Ethan. A few years ago, by sheer chance, I connected with a major player in the high-stakes world, someone who specialized in offshore ventures. My boats, however, weren’t ordinary fishing vessels. They were exclusive party yachts, designed solely for the pleasure of the ultra-rich and powerful. These big shots loved their games, but they were also incredibly cautious. They demanded not just beautiful women, but also absolute security in their venues. The open sea was the perfect stage, and that’s how these pleasure boats came into being. 1 Each charter cost a hundred grand. My only job was to verify the “merchandise,” keep watch, and ensure safety. Everything else, I stayed out of. Over the years, I’d seen A-list actresses tied up like crabs with red ropes. I’d seen others frothing at the mouth and rushed to the hospital. Some even died on the boat during one of these sessions. In short, their methods of torture were endless, and no woman who came off one of those party yachts left intact. But I never expected Jade to show up on my boat. Jade was my college classmate, my goddess whom I’d secretly admired for years. I never even got the chance to confess before a talent scout discovered her, launching her into the entertainment industry. She burst onto the scene, instantly becoming a sensation, nicknamed the “Pure Temptress” for her mature body, doll-like face, and sweet, syrupy voice. It wasn’t long before she was caught on camera, disheveled and rushed to the emergency room late at night. They’d actually removed a golf ball from inside her. After that, her career was dead in the water. In the private inspection cubicle, a woman with a stunning figure and alluring face smiled at me, her eyes seemingly capable of stealing a soul. Before each cruise, we had to double-check that none of these women were carrying recording devices – it was a non-negotiable rule from the big shot. One, for security. Two, their physical requirements for the women were incredibly strict; any noticeable scars could ruin their mood. “Ethan, long time no see.” Her voice was soft and sweet, like a gentle feather stroking my heart. I instantly went weak, staring at her in surprise. “Jade, it’s really you! Weren’t you blacklisted? How…?” “Yeah, this is my chance to make a comeback. I specifically chose your boat,” she purred, twisting her lithe body and deliberately pushing herself into my embrace for the inspection. “Rather than letting those bastards have their way with me, I’d rather it be you.” Her upper body pressed against mine, rubbing gently, her hot breath fanning my neck. My mind reeled. I wrapped an arm around her waist and looked down. After a few years, her figure had become even better. Beneath her thin robe, a peachy-pink, tight yoga outfit hugged her luscious curves, hinting at a cleavage that made you want to explore further. Her whole aura exuded a newfound mature allure; she could beckon with a finger and leave a man utterly lost. At that moment, she raised her leg, her robe falling open. I looked down, and her yoga pants were actually open at the crotch, with nothing worn underneath! And then she took my hand, pulling at her robe… My mind raced, my body immediately responding. I wanted nothing more than to devour her right then and there! But just as I was about to go deeper, she suddenly slapped my hand away, giggling. “Just kidding. In my current situation, what else can I do but try my best to please the big shot?” Her expression turned somber, making my heart ache. “I’ll take care of you,” nearly slipped out. “This is my last chance to restart my career, and I have to seize it,” she said, looking at me with those mesmerizing, soulful eyes. “Ethan, if something really happens to me, you’ll help me, right?” I turned my head to look at her, understanding dawned on me. “Of course!” My gaze was heated as I watched her slowly expose her shoulder, nearly drooling. “Heh,” Jade giggled, her cherry-red lips curving. “Do I look good?” Like a man possessed, I nodded. Once, she had been the fantasy of countless men, and I was no exception. But as far as I knew, her family wasn’t poor. Even if she was blacklisted, it shouldn’t have affected her livelihood. What’s more, those big shots in the industry really did play some twisted games. Especially this one today; I’d never seen anyone walk off his boat under their own power. I couldn’t help but worry about her. “Jade, have you really thought this through? Their methods of torment are not something you can endure.” “I know. He’s the one I crossed before,” Jade said with a bitter smile, her memories seemingly still haunting her. “Three years ago, also on a boat, he tried to shove a golf ball inside me. It hurt so much, I couldn’t help but cry out, ruining his mood. He beat me half to death and then blacklisted me.” “Then why are you still…?” “I have my reasons,” her eyes were shadowed, but then filled with hope as she looked at me. “I know this time I can’t escape, which is why I came to you. If anything truly happens, I hope you’ll help me.” 2 I didn’t know what her unspoken hardship was, but I truly didn’t want her getting tangled up in this mess again. “Even if you approach that magnate, he might not help you.” “I understand, but I have no other path left. Ethan, you’re the only person I can trust now.” Her eyes pleaded as she grasped my wrist eagerly. Since her mind was made up, there was nothing more I could say. Seeing my nod, Jade instantly bloomed into a smile and signaled for me to begin the inspection. She slowly untied her robe and shed her yoga attire. Beneath, she wore nothing but a nearly transparent lace string bikini, the thin straps looking as though they might snap under the weight of her breasts at any moment. My gaze drifted lower. Her long, pale legs were especially striking. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be entangled by them… The cubicle was already small and stifling, and she had now shed all her clothes. A pale expanse of skin shimmered before me, rising and falling with her breath, an almost criminal temptation! I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry, my whole body growing hot. As if possessed, I found myself wanting to use the inspection as an excuse to satisfy my urge to touch her. She chuckled softly, then took my hand and guided it onto her. It felt like holding the softest silk, sending a wave of pleasure through me that nearly took my breath away. “Ethan, I know you care for me. After tonight, I’ll give myself to you.” Jade looked at me with eyes full of promise. Before I could react, she pressed herself into my embrace and kissed my lips. Her faint scent burrowed into my nostrils, and my mind buzzed. Blood rushed to my head, and I yearned to take her fiercely, right then. But at this moment, she was someone else’s property. I couldn’t! A jumble of emotions surged, a fire burning within me with nowhere to go, leaving my eyes red and suffocated. She seemed to sense my shift, giggling and twisting her slender body in my arms. “Not tonight. But I have other ways. Consider it… a down payment for your help.” With a roll of my throat, my mind went blank as Jade slowly knelt down… Thankfully, there was water in the cubicle, and I didn’t dare delay too long, ensuring she was clean before sending her and the others down to the lower deck. By dawn, I’d bring the boat back to shore, and my job would be done. Whatever happened in the cabin was none of my business. But I spent that night sleepless. Occasional wails from the cabin pierced my eardrums, striking directly at my heart. I sat on the deck, chain-smoking, my eyes bloodshot, until dawn finally broke. As I watched the women emerge, bruised and limping one after another, Jade was nowhere to be seen. I panicked, extinguished my cigarette, and stormed into the cabin. The big shot had already left on another boat at sea. The cabin was empty, but torn clothing, blood-stained props, and various enhancers were strewn everywhere. The bedroom door was ajar, and agonizing groans pierced my ears. My heart felt squeezed, I could barely breathe, and I stumbled closer to the bedroom. Jade’s weak, pained gasps grew clearer. I rushed over and shoved the door open. A mixture of putrid odors assaulted me, sickeningly rotten. Even though I’d witnessed the big shots’ tormenting methods countless times and thought I was prepared, the horrifying scene before me still made my stomach churn. I wished I could rip my eyes out! I had guessed that if that magnate recognized Jade, he wouldn’t let her off easy. But this… this was beyond cruel! Naked, she lay on the round bed, her legs spread wide and hoisted high, rough ropes chafing her skin and wrapped around her ample curves. 3 Her formerly fair skin was covered in red welts from the ropes, along with bite marks and even dried wax. The bed itself was a messy canvas of red and black. She wore a spiked collar like an animal, a gag stuffed in her mouth, her body convulsing, eyes rolled back. My heart ached beyond measure. I quickly removed the gag from her mouth and carefully began untying her. Immediately after, she started dry heaving, spitting out a vile, reddish-white mess that, upon closer inspection, even contained tiny black particles. “Jade, what is this…?” My chest tightened. She shook her head, her voice a mere whisper. “It’s nothing, just some strawberry sauce.” “Strawberry sauce?” I was bewildered. There was no strawberry sauce in the cabin, just some fresh fruit. Wait, could it be…? A terrible possibility dawned on me, and I looked at her lower half. Sure enough, red liquid flowed from between her legs, and I could vaguely make out a small clear straw. The fruit platter on the table was empty, and there were several empty cola bottles scattered around. Jade looked at me, a bitter smile on her face. “It’s exactly what you’re thinking. They used my body as a… container to mash up strawberries and poured cola inside, making them drink from it, one after another. Ethan, there’s still something inside, but I don’t have the strength.” “Don’t move. I’ll do it.” I helped her lie down and spread her legs. Inside, amidst the messy chaos, was a golf ball! The moment I touched her, she trembled violently from the pain. I tried several times, my clothes soaked with sweat, but it was no use. She was growing paler and paler, on the verge of passing out. I couldn’t bear it. “No, you can’t stay like this. You have to go to the hospital.” “No, not the hospital,” she grabbed my wrist with surprising force, her nails digging into my flesh. “Ethan…” Her eyes held a desperate plea. I knew what she was worried about. She was once the industry’s renowned pure ingenue. Even if she’d been blacklisted for years, if someone saw her like this, all her sacrifices tonight would have been for nothing. I clasped her hand, wiping away her tears, and forced a light tone. “Since I took the down payment, I’ll see this through. Don’t worry, I have a buddy who runs a private hospital. He’s trustworthy.” Jade lowered her gaze, biting her lip. The physical pain ultimately made her compromise. “Okay, I’ll listen to you.” I let out a long breath of relief. Without a moment’s delay, I found some clothes to wrap her up completely and rushed her to the hospital. The hospital was outside the city, catering exclusively to wealthy clients, ensuring complete privacy. Since I’d called ahead, Jade was swiftly admitted to surgery. But the situation was far more severe than I’d imagined. In his office, my good friend Marcus stared at me like I was a freak for a long time, then inexplicably said, “Hey, Ethan, haven’t seen you in a few days. You’ve been getting into some wild stuff behind the scenes, huh?” “Get out of here, what nonsense are you talking about? It wasn’t me… Just look at her injuries, don’t ask questions.” I rolled my eyes at him, feeling oddly uncomfortable. He and I were childhood friends, grew up together, and he knew all my business better than anyone. As soon as I said that, his gaze indeed turned to one of pity.

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To keep my job, I indulged my boss’s twisted fixation. Every day, I’d wear the risqué lingerie he picked out and display it for him. But this one day, his demands escalated. I had to lie face down on his desk, and then… He hooked a finger under a strap, and at the same time, he told me to call my boyfriend… 1 After graduating, I landed a position at a major tech firm, a job all my peers envied. What they didn’t know was that every single workday felt like an eternity. Because my boss, Jack, a Caucasian man, harbored a host of disturbing fixations! I considered quitting countless times, but the exorbitant salary of an Executive Assistant coiled around me like an iron chain. If I left, I wouldn’t just face immense financial pressure; my mom, who constantly boasted about my corporate career to anyone who’d listen, would absolutely flip out. In her words, “What hardship is too much to bear? Do you know how many people would kill to get into a company like this?” Upon arriving at the office, I walked in as usual. Jack was already settled in his ergonomic chair. When he saw me, a smirk twitched at the corner of his bearded lips. “Hey, Sarah. Good morning.” His teeth were gleaming white, and his smile seemed friendly enough. But the unrestrained anticipation in his eyes immediately put me on edge. Before leaving yesterday, Jack had handed me a piece of lingerie, instructing me to wear it to work today. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked me to wear something revealing, but this particular outfit was daring to an extreme: it exposed areas that should have been covered, while concealing others that typically weren’t. To make it even more humiliating, the lingerie was open-crotch. Walking to work, the constant friction had actually given me a slight physical reaction. I took deep breaths, repeatedly telling myself that this time was no different from any other. Jack merely had a fetish; he’d never actually done anything to me. I walked to the door, locked it, and then moved to the blinds, pulling them shut. This was the first task I performed every morning: presenting myself to Jack, wearing the lingerie he’d given me. My reflection stared back from the windowpane. My long, soft hair cascaded around me, my face was lightly made up, a professional white blouse paired with a knee-length pencil skirt, and sheer stockings on my legs. I was tall, nearly five foot nine. And thanks to my regular yoga practice, my physique was curvaceous yet toned, with a defined, athletic build. To boast a little, from my looks to my body, even some magazine models wouldn’t compare to me. Every time Daniel and I were together, he wouldn’t stop until he was utterly spent. So far, Jack hadn’t gone too far. But this time, I was particularly worried. Because the lingerie under my business suit was just… too alluring. When I tried it on at home, even I felt a tremor of arousal. “Sarah, you look absolutely stunning.” Jack’s blue pupils were unnervingly dilated, and his prominent Adam’s apple constantly bobbed as he swallowed. I bit my lower lip, trying to recall his reactions from previous times I’d worn lingerie for him. Praying that this time, too, nothing unexpected would happen, I slowly began to unbutton my blouse. The cool sensation on my sensitive upper body, coupled with Jack’s increasingly wide eyes, sent my heart hammering! But I couldn’t stop. Taking another breath, I placed my hands on my pencil skirt and slowly began to pull it down. This was another of Jack’s demands. To undress slowly. I knew he wanted to savor the illusion of something about to begin. After all, he couldn’t actually do anything to me, but this way, he could feel as though I was willing, or that he had power over me. I pulled the skirt down, taking the stockings with it. My pale skin was gradually revealed under the office lights. When I had fully removed my clothing, Jack suddenly stood up. “Oh my god!” 2 “Sarah! You are truly a goddess among mortals.” His heavily accented English sounded clumsy, but I found nothing amusing about it. This was the first time I’d seen Jack so agitated! The predatory light in his eyes was the same light I’d seen in Daniel’s eyes! As I watched his massive frame, nearly twice my size, move toward me, an overwhelming sense of suffocation gripped me. “Sarah, do you know, you are a perfect work of art, specifically created by God.” He cupped his chin, circling me. Every inch of my skin felt scorching hot. “J-Jack, are we… are we done?” Jack always insisted I call him by his first name. He didn’t answer. Instead, he stopped behind me. I could feel the warm breath from his nostrils on the back of my neck. The next second. My worst fear materialized. I felt Jack’s coarse, massive hand land on my waist. His hand was so large, it completely encircled my waist. In front of him, I felt as delicate and small as a toy! In that moment, every nerve in my body was stretched to its breaking point. Fortunately, he didn’t go further. After rubbing my waist briefly, he let go. Jack walked over to his desk. I thought it was over. I let out a long, shaky breath. But the next second, Jack’s actions made me gasp again. He tapped the desk. “Sarah, come here. Lie down on this.” Because of the open-crotch design, standing with my legs pressed together offered some semblance of dignity. But if I lay down, then… I instinctively glanced at a certain part of Jack. After seeing it, I felt my world collapse. “Sarah?” Jack’s tone clearly held a hint of displeasure. I eyed the discreet camera in the corner. There was surveillance in the office. Even if Jack wanted to do something to me, he wouldn’t dare, would he? Thinking this, my heart lightened slightly. But at that moment, I overlooked a crucial point: if the camera could stop Jack, then he wouldn’t even dare to indulge his fetish on me in the first place! I walked over. As my chest made contact with the wooden desk, I felt like a tightly coiled shrimp. “Hey, relax.” Smack! A sharp smack landed on my rear. The burning sensation filled me with such shame and rage that I felt an overwhelming urge to run out of the office. But if I left, I’d lose this job! And worse, the company might even sue me for abandoning my post without cause, demanding compensation. Tech firms in the US are notoriously stringent with employee contracts, and I had signed various clauses before joining. As I struggled internally, Jack placed my phone in front of me. “Call your boyfriend,” Jack said. His voice held a distinct exhilaration. This excitement was like that of unboxing a highly anticipated online purchase after days of waiting! I could roughly guess what Jack intended to do. And my heart, at that moment, turned to ice. I deeply regretted ever taking this job.

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I’ve always had a powerful libido. Though I’ve never seen a doctor about it, I’m pretty sure I have a sex addiction. Especially during ovulation, I need it at least two or three times a day, otherwise I’d be crawling out of my skin with discomfort. My husband, David, a big, strapping guy, should have been perfect for filling this void. But lately, he’s been swamped with work, traveling for half a month straight. I was completely beside myself. I kept zoning out at work, and even my nightly sessions with my favorite vibrator weren’t enough anymore. My mind was consumed by thoughts of men. It got so bad I had to carry extra underwear in my bag, just in case. That evening, the subway was particularly packed. I’d just managed to squeeze into a corner when I felt a hot, large hand press against my behind, kneading my buttock firmly. “Jerk!” Almost every attractive woman commuting on the subway has encountered a pervert. I was no exception. And today, I was wearing a tight-fitting skirt, so short that if I bent over, you could easily glimpse the pink thong wrapped around my private parts. It was precisely the kind of outfit that perverts on the subway loved to target. Almost guaranteed to draw unwanted attention. But when I subtly glanced back, my face burned crimson. I never in a million years imagined the man brazenly touching my behind was my father-in-law, Robert, who’d just arrived in New York City from out of state. My husband had called yesterday to say Robert would be staying with us for a while, but I hadn’t expected to run into him on the subway. Even more shocking, he hadn’t recognized me. He clearly thought I was one of those outwardly prim but inwardly provocative women who wouldn’t dare fight back. Through the reflection in the window, I could see his broad body completely enveloping me, his face showing an expression of pure pleasure as he continued his illicit caress. I hung my head, clenching my buttocks tightly, tensing every muscle in my body to fight against the intense, bone-deep tingling that threatened to make me cry out. I was terrified of letting out a disgraceful moan. What was I supposed to do? Should I turn around? But his large hand was still gliding over my backside. If I revealed myself now, wouldn’t it be incredibly awkward? Should I pretend not to know? But we were headed to the same destination. Whether I got off early or rode a few more stops, we were bound to run into each other eventually. I hesitated, only two choices lay before me: turn around and reveal my identity, or continue enduring. Originally, I was prepared to grit my teeth and speak up, but when Robert’s fingers gently brushed against the edge of my underwear, my body instinctively chose the latter. It felt like the prelude to something more, as he seemed to be trying to explore further. “Mmph…” The sudden sensation made me stifle a moan, and I subconsciously arched my hips back a little, making it easier for him to press closer. I had to admit, his touch was incredibly deliberate; every motion seemed to target my most sensitive spots, like a key unlocking a deep, bottomless well of desire within me. My body reacted almost immediately, a warm flush spreading through me. But Robert wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more. I could feel him shift, subtly lowering his body, using his thumbs to hook the sides of my thong, slowly pulling it down to the edge of my thighs, crumpling it into a tiny ball. Then, he subtly pushed my buttocks apart, pressing his warm, hard presence against me, inching forward as if trying to find a way in. “N-no… you can’t.” The person behind me was my own father-in-law. How could such a thing happen between us? The last vestiges of my sanity made me bite my lip, trying desperately to stay lucid. With a sudden burst of resolve, I spun around. “Dad, it’s… it’s me.” I quickly pulled my underwear back up, my face so hot I felt it might drip blood. I couldn’t meet his gaze. “Uh… Sarah? Is that you?” Robert seemed startled, quickly stepping back, stopping his movements. Almost instantly, an alarming protrusion became visible to my eyes. My eyes widened in shock. Is… is that a normal size for a man? I wasn’t some naive girl; on the contrary, my experience would make any woman my age blush with shame. But Robert’s impressive package, more formidable than anything I’d ever seen, still stunned me. David’s wasn’t small, but this was undeniably larger, at least a third bigger. The thought of being pinned beneath such a powerful man, his hands on me, filled me with a shocking mix of terror and forbidden curiosity. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. I quickly averted my gaze, using my bag to block his lower body. My voice trembled. “C-can you put that away… please…” “Oh, right… sorry…” It wasn’t until we got off the subway, almost home, that Robert finally spoke. “Sarah, you should really be more careful, don’t wear such revealing clothes. It’s easy to run into creeps, especially for a young, beautiful woman like you.” He said nothing about what had happened on the subway, adopting the air of an elder lecturing a junior. I didn’t reply, my mind still fixated on that fleeting glimpse of his body. I touched my face, which was still burning hot. If I hadn’t turned around just now… He would have… done it to me right there in the crowded train. I couldn’t help but fantasize, my empty body increasingly out of control. My thighs felt a swarm of ants crawling through them, itchy and numb. My mind replayed images of being held down by Robert, completely at his mercy. Finally, the forbidden and shameful thrill became too much. The moment I opened the front door, I bolted for the bedroom as if fleeing for my life. “Dad… I’m not feeling well. Just fix yourself something to eat and try to get to bed early, okay?” I eagerly dove onto the bed, stripped off my clothes, pulled a small device from deep within my nightstand, spread my legs, and pressed the switch, aiming it towards the living room where Robert was. I wanted it so badly! I yearned for a man to appear on my bed right now! Anyone! No matter the consequences, as long as he was as strong as Robert! As long as he could fill the emptiness in my body! Until my energy was completely depleted, the last thing I thought before losing consciousness was: If… Robert were to burst in and rape me right now… would I resist? In the early hours of the morning, I was woken by a buzzing sound, only to realize I was still clutching my small toy. Though the lingering sensations made me want to lie there indefinitely, the urge to use the restroom forced me to struggle to my feet, slip on a nightgown, and stumble sleepily towards the bathroom. But then, something unexpected happened! When I couldn’t find the light switch, I relied on muscle memory and sat down on the toilet, only to realize the sensation was completely wrong. This… what was this? I instinctively twisted my hips, and my body jolted as if shocked by electricity. A high-pitched scream was about to erupt from my throat when a thick, strong hand clamped over my mouth from behind. “Shh… Sarah, it’s me…” Robert was pressed against me from behind, one hand covering my mouth, the other cupping my breast, holding me completely in his embrace. “The power went out while I was showering earlier, so I sat on the toilet to wait for it to come back on. And you just… sat right on top of me.” Robert whispered into my ear, like a lover. I have to admit, in that pitch-black environment, hearing a familiar voice immediately calmed me. I realized the man behind me wasn’t an attacker, but my own father-in-law. But very quickly, my heart began to pound. Because our current position felt exactly like a woman on top of a man during sex. Especially when Robert felt my stiff body gradually relax, he loosened his hand from my mouth, then deliberately cupped my other breast, gently kneading it. This made the entire room thick with a perverse atmosphere. “Mm-ah…” The pleasure of having my breast played with made me involuntarily cry out, and my body began to tremble. “Dad… please, let me get up first…” I desperately tried to suppress the rising heat within me, carefully shifting my body, terrified that if I slipped, that part of him pressing against my bottom would pierce me. But my soft legs felt like jelly, unable to muster any strength. I could only brace myself by placing my hands on Robert’s legs, but doing so only lifted my body, pushing that alarming presence even closer to my most private spot. Back and forth, I couldn’t break free from his embrace. Instead, the repeated friction against my sensitive areas made my bones ache, unable to sit still. “Let me lift you then…” Robert gave my chest a firm squeeze, then slipped his arms beneath my knees, lifting me like he was helping me relieve myself. He swung his hips a couple of times, deliberately rubbing his hardened presence against my inner thighs. “Ah!” I jumped as if electrocuted, instinctively reaching to cover myself, but Robert lifted me higher, and I involuntarily sat back down again. I quickly hooked my arms around his neck, arching my chest, my sweaty body becoming more sensitive than ever, on the verge of collapse from the waves of pleasure. “N-no… stop doing this to me…” Robert braced his back, ignoring my pleas, using his hands to bounce my hips up and down, teasing my soft areas with a light touch, constantly provoking my desires. His breathing grew heavy. Just a few thrusts, and I could barely take it anymore. That spot of mine felt flooded, completely liquefied. “Mmm-uh-ah…” The overwhelming shame completely shattered my reason. Unknowingly, I grabbed my own breasts, kneading them forcefully, actively spreading my legs wider, twisting my hips, ceaselessly chasing that sliver of pleasure. However, that pleasure lasted only a moment. Robert suddenly stopped. “Give it to me… I want it…” Losing that sole sensation of pleasure, I arched my neck, crying out sweetly. I grabbed his wrist, forcefully pulling him down, and my hips sank completely… “Ahhh…” At that moment, my eyes rolled back. I felt my soul soar to heaven…

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“Chris, don’t hold back…” It was late, deep in the night. The naked, mature woman on the bed, her body arced, looked back at me. She kept pressing her rounded bottom against me, her plump lips slightly parted, her eyes hazy with a desire that seemed to melt everything it touched. Just twenty-four hours ago, I couldn’t have dreamed I’d conquer my lush, ripe mother-in-law and have her beneath me… My name is Chris Lee, a twenty-five-year-old married man. Lately, I’d been in a bind. My petite wife, Sophia, simply couldn’t handle how uncommonly well-endowed I was, and my stamina was insatiable. I’d be restless if I didn’t let off steam for a single day. Each time felt like a forced encounter, pushing Sophia to the point of rolling her eyes, just to find some relief. The result? In less than a month, her lips had swollen by a noticeable amount. It even caught the attention of my mother-in-law, Danielle Reed—Dani. Dani was my immediate superior at work, and she was the one who introduced Sophia to me. Initially, she thought I was a jerk and was fiercely protective of her daughter. Only later, once she understood the reason for Sophia’s predicament, did she feel a little awkward facing me. That day, I was in my office, trying to figure out how to develop Sophia’s oral skills, when my phone suddenly rang. It was Dani. She wanted me to see her. I knocked on her office door. After hearing a faint, “Come in,” I turned the doorknob. The first thing I saw was Dani bent over, her backside jutting out as she organized items in a cardboard box. Her ample, round backside swayed gently with her movements. “You’re here,” she said without lifting her head. Clearly, she recognized my footsteps. She nodded towards the sofa nearby. “Have a seat for a moment while I finish up.” I didn’t reply, walking straight to the sofa and sitting down, my gaze fixed on her back. I instinctively swallowed. If memory served, Dani was exactly forty this year, in the prime of her allure. Unlike my small wife, Dani, at five feet six inches, was a fitness enthusiast. She maintained a stunning figure, a classic pear shape—sensuous and alluring. What’s more, she was wearing a form-fitting dress today. Her full, generous hips stretched the cotton fabric taut, and the faint purple edge of her lace thong was visible, tightly embracing and shaping her twin, full-moon-like buttocks. Her body was so overtly sexual, it made you instantly want to ruthlessly claim her. “Ma’am, let me help you.” I started walking towards Dani. But I don’t know what possessed me. As I passed her, my hand, as if guided by mischievous spirits, lifted and smacked her beautiful backside. She froze for a moment, her voice laced with disbelief. “What are you doing?” “My… my butt… your butt was just too tempting,” I stammered, barely coherent. “I couldn’t control myself.” Dani’s face flushed crimson. She stood up and pinched my waist hard. “You’re out of control… Can’t get enough of your own wife, so you’re trying to compensate with your mother-in-law, huh?” I let out a cry of pain. Seeing she wasn’t genuinely angry, I followed her lead and continued to tease. “What’s wrong with a little touch? If the daughter isn’t up to the task, the mother has a responsibility to help her son-in-law let off some steam…” “Pffft, pffft, you pervert… choke on it,” Dani scoffed lightly, lowering her head to continue organizing the box. She seemed oblivious to the fact that her open neckline revealed her smooth, fair cleavage. “Later, help me carry these materials home.” Some time ago, Dani had mentioned she had a lot of books to take home but couldn’t manage them herself. I readily agreed, helping her load several boxes into my car, then driving her home. “Put them next to the bookshelf in the bedroom,” she instructed. I followed Dani’s instructions, carrying a large box into the bedroom. As I stood up, I didn’t watch my step and tripped on a slipper on the floor, stumbling a few paces before falling onto the bed. Looking down, I saw a length of black lace peeking out from under the pillow. Was this… a thong? As if possessed, I moved the pillow and discovered a flesh-colored, realistic vibrator underneath. It was a large one, too. I wouldn’t have guessed. Dani was this hungry for release? The thought of my sexy, alluring, widowed mother-in-law having to rely on this to fill herself left me feeling a little… unsettled. Tap, tap, tap… Just as I was lost in thought, Dani’s high heels sounded behind me. When she saw what was in my hand, she immediately panicked. She snatched the toy, shoved it back under the pillow, and tried to push me out of the bedroom. “I can handle the rest myself, you can go home now!” Looking at Dani’s shy, seductive face, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I reached out and embraced her. “You… you brute… you’re like a wild stallion,” Dani struggled a few times, her face flushed, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She completely melted in my arms. If I hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed to the floor. So sensitive? My heart hardened. Seizing the moment, I captured her lips with mine, while one hand moved downwards, ruthlessly rubbing her soft, voluptuous bottom. Then I tugged at her dress, rolling it up to her waist. My fingers grazed the edge of her lace underwear, where her glutes met her thighs, caught by the yielding flesh. “Chris! You…” Dani cried my name, her voice barely a whisper squeezed from her throat. “I’m… I’m your mother-in-law… not your wife…” “Tonight, you’re my wife.” I was afraid if I hesitated, this golden opportunity would vanish. I leaned in again. She struggled fiercely. As I tried to push her onto the bed, she bent her knee and pressed it against my stomach, pushing my neck with her hands, instantly separating us. At the same time, she twisted sideways to break free, but her legs wobbled, and she nearly fell to the floor. “Careful…” I quickly scooped her waist, my hand re-entering her dress, pinning her against the bed. Dani scratched my back fiercely. “Get your hand out.” “No!” I half-closed my eyes, enduring the stinging pain, feeling the warm, slick softness of her large bottom under my palm. Slowly, deliberately, I continued to toy with her curves. The intense body heat radiating through the lace fabric filled me with an almost unbearable urge. “Still moving!” Dani’s voice was laced with a hint of a whimper. “Do you think just because I use… that thing, you can just do whatever you want with me…” With that, she bit down hard on my shoulder, punching my neck and back. I panicked, immediately trying to kiss her eyes. Sure enough, there were wet tear tracks. “Don’t touch me like that anymore!” Dani turned her head away. She was already a mature woman, yet she could show such maidenly bashfulness. I didn’t dare to cross the line again. I kissed her mouth, teasing her slippery, retreating tongue. “Mm… hmm?” Dani blinked, her striking hands paused, seeming a little helpless. After a long moment, she broke free and asked in a mix of shyness and indignation, “Are you done touching?” Only then did I remember that both my hands were still beneath Dani’s dress, kneading her, having even slipped inside her panties. “Is there ever ‘done touching’ this?” I replied mischievously. Dani said nothing, just bit me again. This time, though, it was much lighter. “Stop messing around…” “I’m not messing around. Let me touch you for a little longer.” “Do you want me to bite you more?” “Can you bite somewhere else?” I thrust my lower body, pressing against the delta between her legs.

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1 The moment the crash happened, my husband, Ryan, was thrown clear by the massive truck, just as he pushed me out of its path. He was rushed into surgery, but I calmly opened a game on my phone. A few minutes later, Ryan’s attending physician, Dr. Ava Hayes, rushed out, frantic. “Dr. Miller, your husband is brain-dead! You’re the only one who can help him, please, you have to come with me!” Her eyes were wide with desperation as she looked at me. After all, I was the only doctor in the entire state who had successfully treated a brain-dead patient. I kept my eyes fixed on the game, my voice flat. “He’s my spouse. Hospital policy prevents me from operating on immediate family.” My mother-in-law, Susan, fell to her knees before me, bowing her head repeatedly, pleading. “Alex, please, save Ryan! He was hit trying to save you!” I dodged her grasp, revealing my swollen right wrist, and offered a faint smile. “Unfortunately, I accidentally severed the tendons in my hand today. I can’t hold a scalpel.” Blood streamed down my right wrist, glaringly red. Ryan’s parents, David and Susan, immediately blanched. Susan’s face was ashen, her voice trembling. “Alex, you’re a doctor. How could you ‘accidentally’ cut your own tendons?” Her eyes were filled with suspicion. “Are you afraid of losing your job, so you just faked an injury with some fake blood to fool us?” It was a logical thought, I suppose. The hospital had a strict rule against operating on immediate family members. And my position at the State Hospital? I’d worked my fingers to the bone for years, studying relentlessly, just to get it. Meeting her suspicious gaze, I extended my right wrist towards her. A deep, bone-visible gash snaked across my wrist. It was a real wound, impossible to fake. Susan peered closely at it, then burst into tears. “You… you can’t do the surgery now. What will become of my son…?” “My poor, suffering boy, is he just meant to die now?” She wailed, pounding the ground with her hands, clearly on the verge of collapse. The deep bond between mother and son made passersby wince in sympathy. I merely smiled, my voice calm. “Then it must be Ryan’s fate. There’s nothing I can do.” Then I lowered my head, staring intently at my phone screen. The battle onscreen was raging. I controlled my hero, crouched in the tall grass, waiting for an opponent to walk by for an instant kill. My teammates, however, were proving useless. In the few minutes we’d been talking, our team had already fallen behind. I frowned, concentrating on the chaotic fight. Seeing my indifferent expression, Ryan’s father, David Mitchell, paled, his body swaying unsteadily. The usually quiet and honest man, desperate for his son’s life, had learned to humble himself. He wasn’t one for many words, but he simply fell to his knees before me with a thud. The middle-aged man bent a back that had never bowed in his life, his eyes red, stumbling over his words as he pleaded. “Al-Alex, please, I’m begging you. Go help Ryan!” “He’s your husband! You can’t just watch him die!” “Even if your hand is injured and you can’t hold a scalpel, maybe you could go in and advise them on what medication to use…” Almost all the onlookers couldn’t bear to watch, and a few younger women were already tearing up. Dr. Ava Hayes, Ryan’s attending physician, also frowned, looking at me with displeasure. “Dr. Miller, you’re the only doctor in our hospital with experience saving brain-dead patients.” “And for your own husband, is your job that important? Don’t you care about losing it?!” “Besides, he was hit trying to save you! Saving lives is our duty as doctors, and that’s your husband!” “Brain death has a ninety-nine percent mortality rate! Are you really going to disregard your own husband’s life just for your job?!” Hearing that terrifying mortality rate, Susan and David’s faces turned ashen, like death itself. Immediately, they both practically trembled as they kowtowed to me, begging me to go in and save Ryan. But I remained fixated on my phone screen. “DEFEAT!” 2 The game over notification blared on my phone. I glared at the exploding crystal on the screen, annoyed, and slammed my phone down. “This is all your fault, constantly yelling! This was my promotion match!” “Buzzing around my ears like flies, it’s so damn irritating.” David knelt by my legs, trembling, looking up at me with a pleading face. “Alex, just save Ryan, and we’ll give you whatever you want…” The onlookers, who had finally understood the situation, began to point and whisper about me, their expressions varied. A few older women even frowned, their gazes filled with disapproval. Before I could reply, a commotion erupted from inside the operating room. Then a young nurse rushed out, her face deathly pale. “Dr. Hayes, Dr. Hayes, the patient’s blood pressure just plummeted! He’s fading fast!” Her voice was shaking with tension. Dr. Ava Hayes glanced at her, a flicker of anxiety in her eyes, then turned back to me, her face grim. “Alex Miller, I’m asking you one last time. Are you sure you won’t go in and see him?” I remained silent. The wound on my right wrist, stretched by the movement, began to bleed again, a horrific crimson. Under Dr. Ava Hayes’s darkening, almost dripping gaze, I slowly but firmly nodded. Seeing this, David desperately grabbed at me, but Susan cut him off, wailing, “How can you be so heartless!” “Our Ryan dated you for seven years and never once looked down on your humble background!” “He’s handsome, well-educated, and countless girls chased him, but he only ever saw you, dead set on marrying you!” “From the moment you two started dating, everything you ate, everything you wore, wasn’t it my son who bought it for you?” “When you got married, you had no dowry, and your family was poor, but we didn’t look down on you.” “Even your tuition for your graduate and doctoral studies, it was all our Ryan who paid for it. Now he’s hanging by a thread, and you, you actually…” Susan’s words dripped with pain and sincerity, every single one from the bottom of her heart. By the end, she couldn’t hold back anymore and broke into wrenching sobs. The onlookers finally couldn’t take it anymore, stepping forward to criticize me vociferously. “Young lady, is a job really that important? You can always find another job, but you’ll regret losing a husband for the rest of your life!” “Exactly! He was so good to you, so devoted. You can’t be so ungrateful!” “This is about saving a life, and he was hit trying to save her! What is there to hesitate about?! I don’t get it!” “This woman is just too cold-hearted…” The murmurs from the crowd grew louder. I pressed my lips together, sitting on the bench without a word. I felt like an unyielding stone. Seeing my lack of reaction, David, on the verge of collapse, tugged at my pant leg, pleading bitterly. “Alex, what if… what if you go in and save him?” “As a thank you, we’ll transfer the house and car into your name…” At that, I finally lifted my eyes. Seeing my expression soften slightly, David was overjoyed, quickly patting his chest. “Alex, don’t worry, I promise I’ll do it! As long as you agree to save Ryan, I’ll give you the house, the car, and all our savings!” A commotion broke out in the waiting room. Everyone was moved by this display of paternal love. I looked down at David, silently calculating. The house, car, and savings under his name combined had to be worth several million. Buying my job back that way… it wasn’t a loss. But… I looked up again, softening my tone. “Alright, I can go in and save him, but…” Seeing me finally agree, David’s face lit up with joy, his eyes filled with hope. I drew out my words, slowly. “But you have to sign a contract with me first. What if you don’t keep your word later?” At my words, the smile on David’s face froze, as if in disbelief. Susan couldn’t hold back anymore, screaming excitedly. “Ryan’s condition is critical! Who has time to wait around for a contract?” “My poor, unfortunate son, how did you marry such an ungrateful wretch!” I spread my hands in a helpless gesture, my voice firm. “No contract, no surgery.” The onlookers began to clamor again, their words filled with accusations against me. A few hot-tempered individuals even looked ready to punch me out of sheer frustration. Just then, another nurse hurried out, her uniform stained with blood. Her voice was stunned, clearly terrified. “The patient just lost consciousness! Before he passed out, he told me to give you a message.” “He said not to make things difficult for Dr. Miller, because he knows how hard Dr. Miller worked to get this job.” 3 Hearing the news of Ryan losing consciousness, Susan immediately collapsed to the ground. Her face was deathly pale, trembling so hard she couldn’t speak. David’s eyes were red-rimmed with tears, and he hit his head against the ground a few more times, looking as if he might vomit blood. He squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth. “This is a matter of life and death. I swear I’ll give you everything, just please, can you…?” Looking at the two old people, so worn and distraught, I hesitated for a moment. My parents died young, and I never felt much family warmth growing up. After I started dating Ryan, he quickly introduced me to his parents. The Mitchells were kind, humble, and incredibly thoughtful. They never once looked down on me for my humble background, instead treating me like their own child. The year I was studying for my master’s, Ryan worried about me, so he and his parents would often bring me home-cooked meals. Four dishes and a soup, always a balanced mix of meat and vegetables. Susan even went out of her way to learn to cook my favorite dishes. They were kind and loving, genuinely good to me. When Ryan and I got married, I didn’t even have a job yet. I had no car, no house, and even my tuition for school was paid by the Mitchell family. At the wedding, some of Ryan’s relatives looked down on me, and a few distant cousins even made some sarcastic remarks. David and Susan immediately turned cold, announcing to everyone present, “Alex is a good child, and she is the daughter-in-law we, the Mitchell family, have chosen.” “From now on, anyone who says hurtful things about Alex need not set foot in our home.” At the time, I was young, insecure, and sensitive, and hearing those words moved me deeply. I swore then that I would be good to Ryan and to his parents for the rest of my life. I was grateful that they gave me a complete family, allowing me to experience a familial warmth I’d never known. And now… David and Susan, old and haggard, knelt before me, their eyes filled with desperate pleading. I silently lowered my gaze, unable to look anymore. A twisting pain shot through the wound on my right wrist. I felt like I was suffocating. Seeing the old couple kneeling and begging, Dr. Ava Hayes quickly moved to help them up. “Alex Miller, what are you doing? Not only are you refusing to save your husband, but you’re trying to steal these old people’s property too?” “For money and a job, you’d even abandon your conscience? You’re truly disgusting!” She shot me a glance, then declared loudly and righteously, “There’s no need to beg her! I, Dr. Ava Hayes, am willing to risk my job and reputation to do everything I can to save this patient, not only because I have a doctor’s sense of responsibility, but because I have a conscience!” At her declaration, the surrounding onlookers immediately burst into applause. They praised her as a model doctor. By contrast, I looked even more selfish and cold-hearted. Seeing this, I offered a faint smile. Ignoring the pain in my right wrist, I even started to clap. “Then I wish you luck.” Dr. Ava Hayes shot me a hateful glance, then turned and walked into the operating room. Not until her figure disappeared into the operating room and the door was closed by a nurse, did I slowly press my trembling hand to my wrist, cold sweat beading on my forehead. David and Susan had no time to worry about me. They helped each other up, scrambling to find money for Ryan’s treatment. The crowd gradually dispersed. My vision blurred, and my consciousness slowly faded… This marks the billing point.

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After my parents passed away, the man who called himself my uncle took me in. Even though we weren’t blood relatives, he held me in his palm, cherishing me like a precious gem. On my twentieth birthday, I leaned in, feigning drunkenness, and brushed a kiss against his lips. He pushed me away fiercely, telling me to get out of his house: “Until you clean those dirty thoughts out of your head, don’t ever come back!” The very next day, news of Uncle Liam’s engagement broke. “Nancy, I’ve found a heart donor. We’ll get married as soon as the surgery is over.” To prevent me from causing trouble, he warned me repeatedly not to show up at the wedding, which was a week away. I smiled. In three days, I wouldn’t exist anymore. How could I possibly appear and ruin his happiness? But when Uncle Liam finally learned the truth, he single-handedly destroyed his own wedding. 1. “Mmm, Liam, you’re amazing!” Listening to the intimate sounds from next door, my entire body trembled. Ever since that night I confessed my feelings to Liam Thorne, he’d brought Sophia Price into the house. “She’s my girlfriend, and the future lady of this house. You should call her Aunt Sophia.” Sophia generously gave me a bracelet. “Liam has told me all about you. You’re his niece, Nancy, right?” The word ‘niece’ stung my heart. The truth was, Liam and I had no blood relation whatsoever. He was just my father’s closest friend, who I’d always called ‘Uncle’. After my parents died one after another, he saw how young and helpless I was, and he took me in. On the day I confessed to him, he’d warned me the same way: “Nancy Davies, I’m your uncle!” His hand went up, but just as it was about to land on my face, it stopped. Instead, he dragged me into the bathroom, where ice-cold water streamed over my head, soaking me. “Wash all those dirty thoughts out of your mind, or don’t ever set foot in this house again!” When the sounds from next door finally ceased, I got up to the living room to pour a glass of water and take my medicine. My illness had reached the point where, if I didn’t take my pills, I’d be in pain all night long. If it continued like this, I was afraid I’d be gone even before my time was up. “Nancy, are you still awake?” Sophia leaned against the doorway, her chest fully exposed, covered in messy red and purple marks. It was obvious how much fun they’d just had. My chest tightened. I hummed in acknowledgment, lowering my gaze, about to walk past her to my room, when she suddenly moved closer. Immediately, the air was filled with a sickeningly sweet scent. “How desperate are you? A niece falling for her own uncle? Have you considered seeing a therapist?” “You…” Had Liam actually told her about that? My heart, which I thought could no longer ache, now twisted in pain, making it hard to breathe. “Liam only took you in out of pity. I never thought you’d harbor such dirty thoughts. Your parents are gone, Nancy. Honestly, how do you even show your face?” “You—” Before I could even speak, Sophia covered her face and began to sob. “Nancy, no matter what, you’re Liam’s niece! How could you say such things about him?” My heart sank. Sure enough, Liam walked up behind me. He roughly bumped into me, pulling Sophia into his arms. “I…” “Nancy Davies, you don’t need to live here anymore. Get out of my and Sophia’s home!” I hadn’t even had a chance to explain, yet Liam had already condemned me. He used to hold my hand, whispering softly in my ear: “From now on, this is your home.” Now, he was telling me not to live here anymore, to get out of his and someone else’s home. Tears silently streamed down my face. Sophia shot me a triumphant look. It wasn’t until I reached my room’s doorway that Liam finally stopped. But he didn’t even turn around, only his cold voice drifted to me. “You don’t need to come to my and Sophia’s wedding next week. You don’t deserve to!” As the sound of the door locking echoed, the cramping in my stomach grew more intense. The wedding next week? Don’t worry, I won’t make it. By then, I’ll likely already be on the operating table. “Then… I wish you happiness.” Even if I might never witness your happiness. 2. As I packed my belongings, Sophia pretended to stop me, while also shoving my things haphazardly into the suitcase. “Hurry up and get out! Liam is not someone you can ever dream of!” The man who once held me close, telling me to always tell him if anyone ever bullied me. Now sat on the couch, sipping tea, not even bothering to spare me a glance. “This is nice.” Sophia took a carved wooden charm from my hand, examining it. She chuckled softly, “This is mine now.” “No!” I snatched it back. “This was the first gift Uncle Liam ever gave me. I can’t give it to you!” The charm was small, with my name and Liam Thorne’s name carved on its back. When I first arrived here, I was full of resistance and fear towards Liam. One night, I snuck out. I was lost for two whole days, and Liam searched for me for two days straight. When I saw him, my eyes were wide with fear. I was afraid he would hit me, or yell at me. But he just held me tightly in his arms, hot tears soaking my face. “Nancy, you really scared me to death. If anything happened to you, what would I do?” He meticulously checked me over, worried I might have a scratch or bruise. But in reality, he was the one covered in scrapes and bruises. I only found out later that he’d been so worried I might fall down the nearby ravine, so afraid that the rescue team would be too late, that he’d actually free-climbed down himself. This charm was something he carved for me with his own hands back then. “This way, our Nancy won’t get lost.” “Smack!” The tighter I held onto it, the more Sophia wanted to fight me for it. The charm was tossed out the window. Just as I was about to rush out to pick it up, Liam grabbed my wrist. “Nancy Davies, what games are you still playing in my house?” “The charm… the charm you gave me…” He glanced at Sophia, and a flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes, but his tone remained cold as usual. “Stop playing your little games. I told you to get out, didn’t you hear me?!” I moved into a nearby apartment. Curled up on the bed, even though I was covered in a thick down comforter, I still felt cold, and my heart cramped with pain. Liam suddenly stood before me, extending his hand. “Liam, Liam…” I clutched his hand tightly. He smiled and pulled me into his embrace. Just like before, he dotingly ruffled my hair, making me cotton candy with his own hands. “Nancy, will you promise to always stay by my side?” “Yes!” My phone’s ringtone woke me from my dream. “The surgery is scheduled for three days from now. Although the success rate is less than ten percent, if you’re ready…” Three days from now? Right. Next week was Liam Thorne and Sophia Price’s wedding. He must be eagerly anticipating it by now. Suppressing the bitter ache in my heart, I softly hummed: “I’m ready anytime.” One more week until Liam’s wedding. And three days from now, I would be gone for good. 3. “Nancy Davies, how much longer are you going to keep this charade up!” When Liam Thorne’s call came, a ripple of excitement went through me. He… But as soon as I answered, his accusing voice came through the phone. “Just for your disgusting little scheme, you’re willing to make Sophia suffer like this?!” “Liam, I…” “Call me Uncle!” Liam’s words instantly snapped me back to reality. Yes, Liam Thorne was just my uncle, and would only ever be my uncle. Just like the first time I saw him. He held my hand, gently ruffled my hair, and softly coaxed me: “Nancy, will you call me Uncle?” I clutched my chest, and just like before, I obediently replied: “Yes, Uncle.” Liam seemed to hesitate for a moment on the other end, then Sophia’s soft sobs could be heard through the phone, and his angry voice resonated in my ear once more. “Go online right now and delete all that garbage you posted. Otherwise, don’t blame me for disregarding all these years of friendship!” “What online stuff?” I was a bit taken aback. “Nancy Davies, there’s no possibility between us. No matter how many tricks or schemes you play behind my back, I will never be with you.” Liam paused, his voice cold, but I still detected a slight tremble. He enunciated each word: “Nancy Davies, you’re just a pathetic orphan I adopted. I’ve never liked you, and you don’t need to hope for things you shouldn’t hope for!” Looking at the disconnected call in my hand, I gave a self-deprecating laugh. I had long stopped hoping for things I shouldn’t. Now, all I wanted was to repay Liam Thorne for his kindness in raising me. If not for him, I might not even exist in this world. I opened social media and discovered that Sophia Price had been trending. “Husband-snatcher, playing victim for fame!” “Third-party home wrecker, poor wife beaten black and blue!” It was accompanied by several pictures. Each photo was perfectly angled; Liam Thorne and Sophia Price were either too blurry to recognize or not in the shot at all, yet I was captured exceptionally clearly, my face only haphazardly blurred. The poster claimed to be seeking justice for me, saying I was Liam Thorne’s legitimate partner, threatened and bullied by Sophia Price. The comment section was filled with pity and sympathy for me, condemning Sophia Price and calling her heartless. I finally understood. Liam Thorne thought all of this was something I had put online. He hadn’t even asked me a single question, immediately assuming I was behind it all. But he used to trust me more than anyone, didn’t he? When I was little and got a cavity from sneaking chocolate chip cookies. Liam Thorne asked me: “Who ate the cookies from the table?” I shook my head, denying: “Definitely not me.” He smiled, wiping away the cookie crumbs from the corner of my mouth: “Alright, if our Nancy says it wasn’t her, then it wasn’t. Whatever you say, I’ll always believe every word.” Now, that ‘always’ had vanished in an instant. Soon, a clarification video was posted online. Liam Thorne’s face filled my screen. He embraced Sophia Price, speaking softly: “Sophia is my fiancée, not some homewrecker.” The comment section erupted in an uproar. “As for Nancy Davies…” My heart stopped. A flicker of hesitation and struggle crossed his eyes before he cleared his throat and continued: “She’s just my adopted little niece, nothing more. There’s no other relationship between us!” “This Nancy Davies is disgusting, trying to scheme against her own uncle! So shameless!” The online narrative completely shifted to me, with everyone condemning me as shameless. For Sophia, Liam Thorne chose to sacrifice me. I laughed self-deprecatingly. It turned out that when someone was so heartbroken they reached despair, they wouldn’t cry. But it was fine. Tomorrow, all of this would be over. I gently covered my heart. If it helped, I’d give it all to him, everything. Then, we would be completely even. 4. Liam Thorne came looking for me. “Nancy Davies, come back home.” “No, thanks.” I would be leaving soon; why cause them more trouble now? My refusal seemed to startle Liam. A flicker of pain actually crossed his face, but it was fleeting, and his composure quickly returned. “I’m having heart transplant surgery tomorrow. Sophia will need you to look after her more. If anything happens to me…” “Uncle Liam, don’t worry, nothing will happen to you.” I smiled. “As for Aunt Sophia, you’d better take good care of her yourself. I don’t have that ability.” “Nancy Davies, at a time like this, are you still going to throw a tantrum?!” He came forward and grabbed my wrist. “Come back with me!” “I don’t want to!” Faced with my rare resistance, Liam Thorne tightened his grip. After finally struggling free from his hand, a sharp cramp suddenly seized my stomach. Was it going to flare up again? No, not now, at least not now. I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to endure the pain, and turned to walk back. Liam Thorne impatiently grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Nancy Davies, don’t you dare…” I couldn’t hold it in any longer. A mouthful of blood splattered directly onto Liam Thorne’s face. “Nancy—” When I woke up, I was lying in bed, greeted by Liam Thorne’s face, furious to the extreme. “Nancy Davies, are you not going to keep up the act?” I looked at him, bewildered. “What act?” A stack of medical reports was flung onto the bed. My heart sank. If Liam Thorne discovered my illness, then all my preparations would have been in vain! “Nancy Davies, to make me pity you, you even went so far as to create these fake reports and deliberately fainted in front of me. Do any of these things you’ve done honor your parents in the afterlife?!” Liam Thorne actually believed these were all faked by me?! “Liam, don’t be angry. Nancy is still young, she didn’t mean it.” Sophia Price was kind-hearted, trying to persuade Liam Thorne, but I caught a flicker of triumph and calculation in her eyes. Right, she was a doctor. If she said these were all fake, if she said there was nothing wrong with my body! Faced with Sophia’s repeated provocations, I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I sprang up from the bed and pushed Sophia away. “Have you acted enough! Slandering me…” “Smack!” Liam Thorne slapped me across the face. “Nancy Davies, I never thought I’d spoil you this badly!” I covered my face, reeling for a long time. “It’s bad enough that you do these insidious and vicious things, but you even try to pin it all on Sophia. You’ve truly disappointed me!” “I…” I still wanted to explain, but Liam Thorne didn’t look at me again. He said: “I wish I had never adopted you!” Watching Liam Thorne walk away with Sophia Price, his words echoed constantly in my ears. “I wish I had never adopted you…” A single tear slid from the corner of my eye, disappearing on the floor. My phone rang at that moment. “Ms. Davies, the heart transplant surgery is all prepared.” 5. My eyes were half-closed, and an urgent voice rang in my ears. “Heart rate dropping, 60—40—” “Implement backup plan immediately!” “Rapid resuscitation—” Everything around me slowly blurred. Liam Thorne seemed to be standing before me. He extended his hand to me: “Nancy, from now on, I am your uncle…” “Uncle…” This time, I’ve repaid everything I owe you, haven’t I? We’re even now. I floated in the air, looking at Liam Thorne lying in the hospital bed. “Nancy!” He suddenly sat up in bed, clutching his chest.

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I had a miscarriage after a car accident. The woman who hit me was Liam Blackwood’s personal assistant. I wanted to call the police, but for the first time ever, Liam used his influence to suppress the incident. No one would take my report. “She’s just a novice driver, it wasn’t intentional. Don’t be so cruel!” He frowned, his gaze sweeping over my lower body with a look of disgust. “You’re not even wearing a pad? That’s disgusting! Get home now, don’t embarrass me!” The next day, Liam walked in with his pregnant assistant, Sienna. He sneered when he saw my packed bags. “Running away again? Who are you trying to impress? Don’t come crawling back like a lapdog in a few days, like before!” He kicked my luggage out the door, then carried Sienna inside. The bed creaked loudly. I didn’t argue or fuss. I just packed my remaining things calmly and signed the divorce papers. He didn’t know this time, it was for real. My brother would be here to pick me up in three days. Moans from the next bedroom echoed through the house for most of the night. As if I didn’t hear them, I meticulously folded my clothes one by one into my suitcase. The next moment, my bedroom door was kicked open. Liam’s face was grim. He slapped me across the face, then dragged me into the master bedroom. “Chloe Peterson, I wondered why you were so well-behaved today, no arguing, no fuss. Turns out you were waiting for me here, you venomous snake!” My wrist was twisted into an unnatural angle, and I heard a sickening pop from my shoulder. He’d dislocated my arm. I gasped, my face instantly turning pale, cold sweat beading on my forehead. Liam watched my pathetic state, his expression unchanged, a cold disdain in his eyes. “Stop faking it. It’s really sickening.” Sienna stumbled dramatically into his arms, revealing her bare back. There was a tiny red speck there, smaller than a mosquito bite. “It’s okay, Mr. Blackwood, I’m sure she didn’t mean to leave a needle on the bed…” Liam’s voice turned cold as he questioned me. “Didn’t I tell you not to touch her?” I gave a self-deprecating laugh. How could I dare touch Sienna? The last time I went to Liam’s office to bring him lunch, Sienna spilled the soup on herself. When Liam returned, he insisted I had deliberately splashed it on her. The result was humiliating: I had to kneel before Sienna in front of everyone in the office and slap myself to apologize to her. I took a deep breath, forcing down the turmoil in my heart. “I didn’t know you were bringing her back today. Why would I put a needle on the bed beforehand?” Liam released me with a disgusted shove, like throwing away trash, sending me sprawling to the marble floor. My knees hit the hard surface, bruising and swelling instantly. Liam’s expression remained unchanged, his brow furrowed in annoyance. “You’re still defiant, even facing death. I told Sienna to text you this afternoon that we’d be back tonight, for you to prepare dinner.” At his words, I raised my eyes to Sienna. My chat history with Sienna contained nothing but her provocations. My phone was filled with selfies she’d sent of her and Liam in bed: in his office, on my very own bed, even in Liam’s prized sports car. Once, I’d sat in the passenger seat of his sports car without his permission. He’d been so furious, claiming I’d “dirtied” his car, that he’d thrown me out on the highway, making me walk over twenty miles barefoot back home. Yet, Sienna’s bodily fluids and torn lingerie on that same passenger seat didn’t seem to bother him at all. Sienna seemed startled by my emotionless gaze, shrinking into Liam’s arms, trembling. “Mr. Blackwood, I shouldn’t have come here to bother you two…” Liam scoffed, pulling her tighter. “You make a mistake, you face the consequences, Chloe Peterson. I’ve spoiled you for too long.” Liam had someone bring a box of safety pins. He painstakingly stuck them upright into the mattress. “You’ll sleep here tonight.” “Get some rope. Tie her up.” The bodyguards tied me up, binding me tightly to the bed. The sharp pins poked into my flesh from behind, like invisible beasts gnawing at me. The pain made my limbs spasm. Liam gave me a fleeting glance, dismissing it as dramatics. He turned, gently kissing the small wound on Sienna’s back. “Does it hurt?” He picked Sienna up tenderly, carrying her out. Before leaving, he gave the bodyguard a warning look. “If you go soft and untie her, you’ll be the one lying there tomorrow.” I closed my eyes, a tear escaping. Fine. Two more days, and I’d be gone from this place. When I woke up, the doctor had already treated the wounds on my back. Liam sat on the chair by the bed, a rare hint of gentleness in his expression. “Awake?” I turned my head away, unwilling to engage with him. Soon, I sensed something was wrong. I struggled to sit up, reaching a hand to my head. Liam pressed down on my IV arm. “Don’t move.” “I shaved all your hair off.” My voice trembled. “What did you say?” My phone screen, acting as a mirror, showed my reflection: my head was completely bald, not a single strand left. Liam pressed his lips together, a rare note of guilt in his voice. “Sienna has been losing a lot of hair since she got pregnant. It’s been very severe.” “She wanted a hair transplant, but she didn’t like the low-quality hair. She just wanted a little bit of yours. It’ll grow back.” I yanked out the IV needle. Blood streamed down my hand, staining the pillow. I threw it fiercely at him. “How dare you do that to me?!” Sienna walked in through the doorway, grinning, swinging a shiny lock of black hair in her hand. “Ms. Peterson, your hair is really well-maintained. I love it.” Liam quickly went to her, embracing her. “As long as you like it.” He gave me a wary look, as if afraid I’d go crazy and hurt Sienna. “Alright, stop acting like you’re dying. Sienna is pregnant; what’s wrong with you being considerate of her?” “I need to take her for a few more check-ups. Go home and make some chicken soup and bring it over.” The doctor, who had just come to check on me, overheard him and chimed in. “Mr. Blackwood, her wounds on her back haven’t scabbed over, and she lost a lot of blood last night. She needs rest…” But Liam seemed not to hear, or perhaps, didn’t care. He continued to instruct me coldly, “What are you waiting for? Go home and cook. Sienna doesn’t like greasy food, so don’t make the soup too oily.” Seeing me quietly leave without a fuss, a subtle wave of displeasure crossed Liam’s mind. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask why I wasn’t making a scene this time, but then remembered that this was exactly what he wanted, and closed his mouth again. On the way home, halfway there. “Bang!” A truck collided head-on with my car. The next second, I felt my insides shift, and then I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was tied up in a dilapidated warehouse. A kidnapper, with a sinister face, was calling Liam for a ransom. Liam’s disgusted voice came from the other end of the line. “Ransom? Tell her to go to hell.” “Chloe Peterson, all I asked was for you to go home and cook. And you orchestrated this charade with someone? You’re really calculating every angle. If that’s the case, you might as well die out there!” The kidnapper tutted, then hung up. “Looks like Sienna was right. You really do have a cheap life; you got hit by a car like that and still didn’t die.” “Your husband is completely wrapped around her finger. You’re pathetic.” He finished, then let out a lewd laugh, his eyes raking over my body before lunging at me. Thankfully, at the last second, I managed to loosen my ropes and kick him hard in the groin. He grabbed me, slapping me across the face repeatedly. “You little bitch! Still trying to run?! Your husband doesn’t even want you, and I’m offering you a consolation, yet you’re ungrateful!” Blood splattered from my mouth, but he still wouldn’t stop. After slapping me for what felt like the hundredth time, the kidnapper seemed satisfied and started to unbuckle his pants. I clenched my fists, then, with all my might, I slammed my phone into his head and bolted out. When I returned to the Blackwood mansion, my shoes were gone, my feet were covered in blood, and my clothes were torn. I knocked on the door for ten minutes, but no one answered. It was late autumn, and the night temperature was dropping sharply. I couldn’t stand the cold, and my legs began to tremble. Finally, I couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground. When a person is weak, their hearing becomes strangely acute. Through the door, Liam’s cold voice drifted out. “Doesn’t she love to put on a show? Let her act as much as she wants! No one opens the door for her today!” Sienna giggled, telling him to stop. Liam’s voice suddenly softened. “Which one do you want to eat? I’ll feed you.” I was left outside the door all night. Frost climbed onto my eyelashes, and my exposed hands and feet turned blue and purple with cold. The next morning, when the housekeeper opened the door, my consciousness was already fading. My sleeves were stained with dried blood, and my wounds were festering. Liam glanced at me indifferently, then instructed the housekeeper to drag me inside. “Sienna can’t stand the smell of blood. Take her to the bathroom and hose her down.” The housekeeper, always watching Liam’s mood, showed no mercy. She roughly dragged me, threw me directly into the bathroom, tore off my clothes, and doused me with cold water. I bit my lower lip until it bled, enduring the pain, not uttering a sound. After being cleaned up, Liam waited in the living room. Seeing my bloodless face, Liam’s expression softened slightly. He had someone help me to the dining table. Sienna pouted, a little displeased, complaining that her baby wanted durian. Liam spoke softly, coaxing her, a gentle curve unconsciously forming on his lips. “No, the doctor said you need to control your sugar intake. Be good, listen to me.” He spared a moment to glance at me, head bowed, eating quietly, and picked up a chopstick full of shrimp and egg omelet for my bowl. I nudged my bowl away, not accepting it. The shrimp and egg omelet fell onto the table. Liam slammed his chopsticks down, his face livid. “How long are you going to keep this up?!” I quietly drank the hot porridge in my hand, my voice calm. “I’m allergic to shrimp. Don’t you remember?” Liam’s face visibly darkened. He raised his hand and swept my bowl and chopsticks off the table. The glass bowl and chopsticks shattered on the floor, and a shard cut my cheek. An ugly gash marred my face, but I merely wiped away the flowing blood indifferently and stood to leave. Liam frowned, not understanding why I wasn’t trying to charm him. When I used to love him, I was most concerned with my appearance and most afraid of pain. Every time I was hurt, I would flirt and fuss for ages just to get a glance from him. Displeasure flickered in his eyes. He deliberately lifted Sienna’s chin and kissed her in front of me. My phone suddenly rang. I answered. The voice on the other end was cool, yet revealed a hint of urgency. “Your ticket for tomorrow is booked. If he won’t agree to the divorce, leave everything to me. Don’t be afraid.” Liam saw the unconscious smile that appeared on my face when I answered the call, and he froze, a pang of jealousy crossing his heart. He pushed Sienna away, testing me, “Who was that?” I ended the call, feeling annoyed, and turned to walk away. He grabbed my wrist, this time with more anger. “I asked you, which man?!” I shook off his hand and stepped back. “My brother.” He visibly sighed in relief but still seemed dissatisfied. “He’s just an adoptive brother, after all. Keep your distance from him in the future.” Keep my distance? But from now on, we’ll be closer than ever. I didn’t want to argue with him, so I gave a perfunctory grunt and returned to my room. On my last day, Liam woke me up early. He said he wanted to see the horse ranch I owned. Upon arriving at the ranch, Sienna’s eyes flashed with jealousy and resentment. She gracefully linked her arm through Liam’s, leaning in close, but speaking loud enough for me to hear. “I hear riding a horse is very exciting, Mr. Blackwood. It’s been over three months now, so it’s safe~ Let’s have some fun~” Liam’s chest rose and fell sharply, his breathing becoming ragged. His gaze on Sienna grew heated. He coughed twice, then waved me away dismissively, saying I was an eyesore. He wanted me to leave, yet for some reason, he felt a flicker of discomfort, subtly observing my reaction. I left with an expressionless face. Liam clutched his chest, suddenly feeling a dull ache. I went to see the manager and settled some matters. I had already transferred ownership of the ranch last month. Coming here today was just to reassure the staff who had followed me. After this, I wouldn’t see them again. My flight was in three hours, and the car sent to pick me up was already outside. My steps were light, and I walked out with a smile. As I neared the entrance, two figures suddenly darted out. I was forcibly dragged back inside. In the ranch’s private room, Liam walked up to me, his face dark, and kicked me hard in the chest. He didn’t hold back. The kick was so painful I couldn’t even speak. Liam’s sharp, cold eyes pierced me like knives, as if he wanted to carve a piece of flesh from my body. “Chloe Peterson, I really underestimated you. You’d even resort to such tactics? Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?” “Sienna has a baby in her belly, and you actually ordered that damn horse to throw her off!” Sienna leaned on the sofa, clutching her stomach and crying out in pain. Liam’s eyes were red, and he kissed her hair. “Just hold on, the doctor will be here soon.” When Liam turned to look at me, Sienna provocatively stuck out her tongue. I coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, losing even the desire to explain. I asked indifferently, “So, what do you want to do?” Liam’s lips curled into a cold sneer. Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, a cold sweat broke out on my back. My feet felt icy, and a sudden, ominous premonition washed over me. “What did you do to Midnight?!” Midnight was a Quarter Horse, gentle by nature, and I’d raised her since she was a foal. She always obeyed me and had never hurt anyone. It was precisely because of her gentle nature that I had instructed my staff to lead her out for Liam and Sienna to use. Liam’s expression grew even colder, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. “You’ll see, won’t you?” His men tied me up and took me to the riding arena. Seeing Midnight lying in a pool of blood, twitching uncontrollably, my mind felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer. I couldn’t hear anything else. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, and I lost all reason. “Are you insane?! Liam Blackwood! You know Midnight’s temperament! You’ve ridden her so many times! How could she intentionally throw someone off?!” Liam froze, his expression wavering slightly. The next second, Sienna’s moans came from the doorway. “Mr. Blackwood… it hurts so much… our baby!” Liam gritted his teeth, glared at me fiercely, and then rushed inside without hesitation. “But that horse listens to you most. If it was your command, would it not obey?” “Tie her to the wildest horse and drag her for ten laps!” The wild horse was brought out. The bodyguards threw me to the ground, tying the other end of the rope to the horse. A bodyguard took out an iron needle and forcefully jabbed it into the horse’s flank. “I’m sorry, Madam, Mr. Blackwood ordered this.” The wild horse bolted like crazy, crashing around the arena. My entire body was dragged along the ground, my knees, scalp, and wrists scraping open, leaving winding rivers of blood that painted a gruesome picture on the arena floor. As the pain reached a certain point, I became numb. The whole world spun before my eyes, and every part of my body felt like it was being torn apart by knives. Before I lost consciousness, I saw Liam carefully carrying Sienna into an ambulance. When I woke up, it was deep into the night, and I had already missed my flight. I lay in the lounge and dialed an overseas number. “Ethan, I’m sorry, I missed it…” The man didn’t blame me. He arranged a private jet for me. Liam called me, but I didn’t answer. Immediately after, I received over a dozen warning texts from him.

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