in the book


In the book (i)

Life depends on heaven, seven points rely on hard work, that is to say, in a paper-drunken city of alcohol and tobacco in an obscene ragged boarding house, a yellow muscle-thin heavily myopic shriveled and shriveled sickly young man, with thick lenses, dim light, holding a leaky ballpoint pen, in the yellow, soaked paper scribbled down a dog crawling scrawl, he gritted his teeth to endure the stomach to come from a burst of strong like a burst of protest.

“Gollum! Grunt!”

“Damn demon!” The sickly youth cursed: “You think I don’t want to eat? I have no money!” After saying that, continue to shake up the pencil one penny at a time.

Suddenly, the wooden door, which was rotten to the point of being well-ventilated, was kicked open, and the landlady came swinging in, her face full of horizontal meat with a look of a bird that had fucked the whole world.

“Your call!” With that, he turned around and walked away, not even bothering to look at the sickly young man.

A blush of mingled excitement and anticipation showed on the poor youth’s face, and it appeared that the caller was important to the youth, financially important, of course.

The youth flung the pen away and stormed out of the room, only to turn back, pick it up and set it down on the table before rushing downstairs to answer the phone.

“Hey, I’m Xiao Xi la!” The youth couldn’t hide his excitement, and his speech was a little shaky.

“Mr. Saigoji? I’m one of the associate editors of the monthly magazine ‘Weathering Direct’, Higashio Yuji, and your article called Green Cancer from a few months ago,” Saigoji became even more excited, and his hands began to flail around uncomfortably, “although it was very creative,” at that, the miserable green youth’s face turned even more miserable, almost as if he was carrying on as if he were dead! “But we think you’re missing something for a serialized story,” Saigouji could hardly listen to any more, and slowly began to put the microphone down, “but…” Saigouji had a ray of hope, there was a future for his belly and his pocketbook again!

“We’d like you to write a few more, some readers actually like this kind of weird fantasy,” thought Higashio on the other end of the microphone: ‘This kind of thing is good for nothing! If it wasn’t for the fact that I couldn’t find anyone to fill the scene, you wouldn’t have gotten the job.’ However, Higashio still continued: “Therefore, you are accepted, but then there is a two-month trial period, I hope you can work hard.”

Saigoji shouted happily, “That’s great! Thank you, Mr. Higashio, I will definitely try my best to write more good articles!” After that, Mr. Toho and Saigoji chatted about some of the publishing house’s practices and then hung up.

The landlady did not know when to start actually in a side tiger eyeing, face of that kind of smile look, can really let a person see even hair roots are standing upright, do not dare to have the slightest move. Saigoji naturally looked at her even stomach bag also tied seven, eight dead ends, tongue dozing, speech began to stutter.

“Da, Da Niang,” ‘heck, how do humans look like that?’ “Something, is it?”

“Kid, you’ve found a job,” he said with a squeeze of fat on his face, “pay the rent you owe, and you’ve got one week to get the money!”

Saigoji only agreed with a smile.

After dealing with the old lady, Saigoji climbed back to his room, sat down at the table, picked up the leaky pen, and began to write again on the yellowed paper. This writing did not stop until the sun went down. Saigo-ji put the pen away and scrutinized his day’s work from the beginning, not seeing two pages, frowned, rolled up the paper, pulled open the drawer and stuffed it in.

“I’m not inspired,” Saigoji sang, “I’m not inspired, I’m not rich, I’m not free, why am I in such a bad way?”

“Never mind, sleep.” Saigo-ji kicked the wood-paneled wall, the small light bulb hanging from the ceiling automatically lit up, and without taking off his clothes, Saigo-ji collapsed face down on the bed, or rather the straw mat.

“My fallacy, where are you?” Saigoji mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.

In a haze, Saigo-ji felt like he was falling into a deep pit, black and white rings flying past him in a circle, the blinding light on the other side of the pit gradually getting closer and closer, and finally engulfing Saigo-ji.

When Saigoji came back to his senses, he only saw himself standing in the middle of a bunch of blurry figures, many of which floated around like papier-mâché people wandering like ghosts in this eerie space.

‘I’m not going to hell, am I?’ Saigoji thought: ‘This looks more like Greco-Roman hell, if I get a bowl of blood and give these guys a few sips, maybe they’ll tell me their stories.’ Saigouji held out his hand, ‘Let’s see if my hand can pass through the bodies of these ghostly figures?’ He tried to touch one of the wandering spirits floating beside him with his hand, and when his hand touched the white smoke, Saigouji was surprised to find that his surroundings suddenly turned into a small, narrow room with tables and chairs, beds and bookshelves and closets, but they also looked just as vapid as the ghostly shadows from earlier.

There was a voice in the distance, and Saigo-ji had no hesitation in determining that it was a woman’s voice, coming from outside the door. Saigoji approached the door and realized that there was no way for him to touch the doorknob, this room was indeed a ghostly shadow as well. Saigoji then walked directly towards the door, through the phantom door, outside the door was a long corridor, on both sides there were some light sources that looked like oil lamps, but they were also phantoms that’s all, there was no feeling of light or heat at all. Saigouji took a big step towards the source of the sound, another huge iron door appeared in front of him, Saigouji went straight through it just as he did based on his previous experience.

Behind the iron door was something like a dungeon or a torture chamber, with an iron barrel in the center, in which something was burning, and sparks kept flying upwards. There was another platform made of wood, on which a woman was tied up in a big shape, completely naked, with many red lash marks on her body, her mouth letting out sweet moans that made people want to violate her, and her plump buttocks writhing wantonly in the firelight.

Saigo-ji walked up to her, looking at the woman’s upright but hidden face of desire.

As soon as the woman saw Saigoji, she suddenly looked like a different person and asked with a puzzled face, “Who are you?

I’ve never seen you before, you don’t belong to us, where did you come from?”

“It’s a long story, so tell me what you’re doing first!”

“I am fulfilling the task I have been given,” said the woman: “In a moment a boy will come in, he is my son, he is twelve years old, and he will whip my body, and then drive his young rod into my slutty, juicy flesh and fill me with white, foul-smelling semen. “

She said this as if she were reading from a text, stilted and emotionless, as if she were talking about others who had nothing to do with her.

“Huh?” Saigoji: “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I said I’m working!” The woman said in displeasure: “If you have nothing to do, leave me alone!”

Saigoji was so intrigued by this ridiculous event that he intended to stay down and see how the story unfolded, Saigoji stood up in a corner of the cell and waited quietly.

The woman seemed to think he had left and began to wriggle and moan again as her lower body began to secrete a clear fluid and it quickly became a dramatic stream, creating a large, shadowy water stain on the platform.

After a short while, the iron door “yada yada yada” opened, and a little boy walked in with a thick stick as big as a demon’s. The child’s face is white, red and tender, very cute, but the stick is not compatible with his face. The child’s face is white, red and tender, very cute, but the stick is not compatible with his face.

The teenager walked over to the woman, his huge meaty tool positioned right in front of her face. The woman was still hissing and crying, but it was the kind of sound that clearly caused a backlash.

“Yinset, let me go!” The woman spoke with unprecedented passion: “I’m your mother! How dare you make me like this, are you not afraid of punishment?”

The child, called Yinset, raised his hand and struck the woman’s face with a slap, followed by a second, a third… until the woman’s cheeks turned red and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth.

“Mother, will I fear the useless church when I dare to fuck even you?” Yinset put his fingers, stained with the woman’s blood, into his mouth and licked the blood.

“Demons! Satan! You’re going to hell!” The woman cried with all her might.

“That’s going down with you too!” Yinset yelled excitedly at the woman, “Don’t forget, you’re the one who seduced me first!”

“I didn’t! I didn’t! I didn’t! …” The woman desperately shook her head in denial, though she couldn’t move her neck much because it was restrained by an iron ring.

“Stop pretending!” Yinset put her face in front of the woman: “You masturbate in front of me, swallow my rod in your stomach every night, and rub your body against me all day long on purpose, do you really think I’m too stupid not to know what’s going on in your mind?”

“Please stop…” the woman’s voice was subdued, as if she was deeply shocked.

“I’ll say!” Yinset yelled, “Even the first time I raped you, you didn’t resist! Admit it! Bitch! You’re a fucking sow!”

The woman gave up resisting and wept silently. Yinset angrily picked up the leather whip hanging on the wall and whipped the woman’s breasts, stomach and lower body, blood flying through the air along with the whip. Yinset cursed angrily as he struck, and the woman quietly let him whip her, occasionally letting out a few muffled grunts.

The speed of Yinset’s thrashing gradually slowed as he reached down to caress the bloodstains on the woman’s body, and the woman let out a moan as Yinset’s rod seemed to grow harder.

“Mom, I’m going to fuck you.” Yinset climbed onto the platform, he was only tall enough to reach the woman’s chest.

“Eh.”

The woman’s body bounced and her mouth opened in a scream as Yinset’s waist pushed up and his rod went in with a loud bang. Yinset grabbed the woman’s plump breasts with all his might, his hands were too small to get a full grasp, Yinset ravaged the bronzed fat as hard as he could as if he was letting out a grudge, and the woman moaned as the rod kept thrusting hard.

Finally, with a shudder, Yinset’s body granted the she-beast underneath her as much of her hot semen as she could muster.

Toneset pulled out of his rod and white liquid slowly flowed out. He lay on top of the woman’s body and sucked on her nipple, light white milk dripping from the side of Toneset’s mouth.

“Yinset,” the woman called out to Yinset in a soft voice, and Yinset couldn’t help but look up at the woman’s blood- and tear-stained face. “Come here.”

For a moment Yinset seemed to return to the innocence of childhood, like a child tired of playing, and he came up into his mother’s arms and hugged the most important woman in his life tightly, staring into her green eyes with both of them.

“I’m sorry,” sobbed the woman, “I shouldn’t have let you carry our pain alone, and if it’s our destiny to go to hell as mother and son, I’m glad of it,” she kissed Yinset’s forehead. “Let us be sinners together! I will not deny you again, my child, my love.”

“Mom…” said Yinset with two tears on her face.

“Untie me, I want to hug you myself.”

Yinset reached down to the stage and fumbled for a set of keys, unlocking the restraints on his mom. The woman wrapped her arms around Toneset’s body, emphasizing his small stature.

“Yinset, stick your rod into mommy,” the woman bent her legs: “Let mommy feel your flesh again.”

Tone Sutter obediently reinserted his already-established rod into the slippery cunt, and with the lubrication of semen and lust, the rod went straight to the bottom without any obstacles.

“Mom, I’m so comfortable,” Yinsette’s voice changed to that of a small child, “I’ve never been so comfortable.”

“Me too, Yinset,” the woman kissed him on the lips: “You’re my favorite man.”

The woman slipped her tongue into Tzeentch’s mouth, rolling and stirring it as her lower body slowly met the thrusts of the rod. Mother and son mingled tenderly, the woman’s fingers fiddling with Tzeentch’s hair as Tzeentch drove his rod full length into the woman’s dark red pussy with one thrust after another, gurgling and snorting, his hands caressing the woman’s body everywhere.

“Mom, I’m going to cum.” Toneset gasped slightly.

“Shoot it! I’ll eat it up without a drop.” The woman smiled and nuzzled into Yinset’s neck as a shudder ran through her lower body and the walls of her vagina contracted violently. The rod was so stimulated that it began to spit out mouthfuls of thick, pulpy, thick liquid, spraying the walls of the woman’s womb and scalding her with another shudder.

The two just hugged and didn’t separate, licking the sweat and tears from each other’s faces, their faces shining with joy.

A low voice came from behind her, and Saigo-ji turned back to see nothing, and then when he turned back again, the Yinsetsu had disappeared, and the woman was tied to the platform again, repeating the writhing of her body and the cloudy, heavy moans from her mouth from a few moments ago.

Saigoji walked up to the woman: “Where is your son? Why did he disappear in a flash?”

“What’s it to you? You don’t belong to us, so stop bothering me and disappear!” The woman said unhappily.

“Phew, aren’t you afraid I’ll go and tell people about your scandal if you kick me out?”

“Say what? Talk to who? The plot states that we only have these few short minutes to live, and I’d appreciate it if you could find out who can get us out of this awkward situation!”

“Are you guys acting? No wonder I don’t feel anything even after half a day of watching, who are you acting for? And who told you to act?”

“As if I know, if I knew, I would have caught that guy and asked him to give me a better role, instead of messing around with little kids all day.” The woman vented her bitterness: “You don’t seem to be one of us, if you can get out, don’t forget me!”

“That said, I don’t know how to get out of here.”

The woman nuzzled her head, her eyes drifting to a broken wooden door: “That’s the exit, if you can get out, go there.” The woman looked at Saigoji again: “When you get out, remember to find that man and free me.”

“But what did the man look like, was he a man or a woman, how old was he?”

“I don’t know, no one does.” The woman looked helpless: “Anyway, you’re just going to find out, we can’t step down from the positions we’ve been given, you’re the only one who can move freely, I can only rely on you. Go!”

Saigoji opened the wooden door as he was told, and when he pushed it open, the door disappeared inside and outside, as well as the wooden door.

‘This is a magical place, I’m not dreaming, am I?’

‘One does not think about whether one is dreaming or not when one is dreaming, so I am awake.’

‘But what the hell is this place?’ Saigouji looked around, he was back on the plain where the ghostly shadows had initially drifted, white specters danced around him, Saigouji strolled aimlessly, but he didn’t notice a black globular object behind him, following him in shape.

In the book (ii)

That said, Saigoji reentered the shadowless plains of the underworld, full of puzzlement, wondering why he had come to such a place, not to mention whether what he had just seen was true or false.

‘Looking? How can I look for anything if I don’t know what to look for?’ Saigoji thought as he walked.

‘Might as well see and hear more, I think it has a lot to do with whether or not I can go back.’ Saigo-ji walked towards the tangled mass of gray figures in front of him and reached out his hand, when it touched them, Saigo-ji again found himself in the same small room with the exact same furnishings as earlier.

“Doubt?” ‘What the hell! Back to square one?!’ Saigo-ji walked quickly out of the room and through the smoky door, but this time instead of a long gloomy corridor, there was a lush green meadow with a few large emerald green trees in the distance. Saigoji noticed a woman in white robes standing in the middle of the grassland.

Saigoji then walked towards her.

“Miss, may I ask where this is?” Saigoji asked.

“Who… are you?” The young girl, who looked no more than seventeen or eight years old, showed a look of disbelief: “You’re not from here, how did you get here?”

Saigoji pointed behind him, “I’m going through that door… ah-ri! Where is it?” The door through which Saigoji had passed disappeared, and behind him there was only a green meadow.

“What door? I’ve never seen a door here before.” The girl said. At that moment, the white clouds in the sky grew thick and dark. “It’s about to start again.” The girl looked up: “Get to the side and get out of the way.”

Saigoji knew from his last experience that this was a precursor to The Play to be staged, so he dutifully retreated to the side of the woods and quietly observed.

Not long after, the sky is full of ink-black clouds, blood-red full moon slowly emerging from the clouds. The girl disappeared at some point, and there was no one on the grassland.

There was singing in the distance, and a number of men appeared in the woods opposite the Saigoji Temple with torches in formation, dressed in summer garments, with only a cloth slung across their chests and tied around their waists. It appeared to be a westerner’s build, all with thick muscles, and the one in the lead kept looking around as if he was looking for something.

When they reached the center of the meadow (Saigoji was sure they could see him, but the men did not react in any particular way), the girl in the white robe reappeared, gently approaching the men like the morning mist at sunrise, her feet clearly floating in the air, the men did not notice that she was approaching from behind and continued to move forward, Saigoji was getting closer and closer to them, and could already clearly see the beads of sweat on their faces and the fear hidden beneath their rough faces.

The girl smiled shallowly, but it was a blizzard of frostbite-inducing smiles, and she reached out and took the man at the end of the line by the scruff of the neck, and wrapped both feet around his waist like a pair of lovers.

The man immediately screamed at the top of his lungs, and his companions in front of him turned around and saw the girl. They followed suit, but the screams disappeared like moths to a flame, and several of the men tried to run away, and within a few steps of running, they actually froze and didn’t move a muscle.

The girl gently let go of the man in her arms, she was still a floating cloud, her feet still off the ground. The girl opened her mouth and let out a metallic tapping sound, clanking as the men surrounded her like puppets. The girl laughed happily, her hair fading to a glacial blue, her skin turning an incredible blue. She reached out and lifted her robe up, revealing well-proportioned legs of blue. The men began to remove their own clothing, though really it was just a matter of taking that cloth off their bodies. Their genitals were steel hard, standing tall.

A man began to remove the young girl’s robe, greenish-blue amber, undisguised to the eyes of the group of men, and the girl’s long hair flowed upwards, coiling itself into a circle on her head. The girl smiled even more. Several men began to stroke up and down her body, thick palms covered her breasts, softly squeezing and squeezing them, a man stuck out his tongue and licked the girl’s back, someone grabbed the girl’s hand and put it on his own cock, which the girl tenderly stroked, two or three men squatted down and explored the girl’s pussy with their fingers or tongues, and one man even stuck his tongue into her anus.

The girl quickly became aroused by such stroking and licking, some light purple spots appeared on her blue skin, her breathing was rapid, and her lower body began to secrete a large amount of clear mucus, even too much for the man to swallow, dripping onto the floor.

The girl made some more metallic banging noises, and the men gave way a little, and she lay down, flat on her back in the air, her thighs spread wide. The girl saw some men with torches around her, they were holding two torches in one hand (for their companions who were standing in front of them) and one hand was rubbing them quickly on their own rods, the girl made some sharp noises and when they heard that they stopped their hand movements immediately.

The girl proceeded to make some light sounds, a few men took hold of their rods and began to insert them into the girl’s body, two entered the girl’s vagina and one stabbed into the anus, there was a man who wanted to insert his rod into the girl’s mouth, but when she made some noises the man masturbated to the girl’s face, a few people who had nothing better to do came over to follow the example. The others who didn’t have a seat only watched.

The men began to pump, the girl’s secretion of fluids being churned up by the men’s genitals, she was filled with pleasure as she looked at the several rods in front of her and the hands that were constantly going back and forth on them, the girl’s own hands were working on two of the rods as well. The men ejaculated quickly, and the body of the man thrusting into the girl shuddered, as if she could hear the glans bone-jarringly spitting out large streams of cum, the men’s cum painting the girl’s face white like a child’s graffiti. The girl stuck out her tongue and slowly licked the white liquid around the corners of her mouth, but the cum on her face was like water meeting a sponge, quickly absorbed by the blue skin.

But soon there was a new group of men thrusting their furious cocks deep into the girl’s body, repeating the same action. The girl’s face was still beaming with joy as she opened her thighs to the hungry rods.

One of the men, was exceptionally thick, and his rod was unusually majestic, almost as long as the girl’s little arm. As he thrust into the girl’s flesh, her already joyful eyebrows couldn’t help but furrow, and the girl secreted more fluids to lubricate her vagina, opening her cervix to allow the huge thing to enter her deeply, and the man felt something like a tongue licking at the rod inside the girl’s body, and he couldn’t help but pause to enjoy the incomparable pleasure. But like the other men, he also began to cum hard, a huge amount of white cum filling the girl’s body, and this amazing girl would not let a single drop leak out.

This lewd coupling went on for a long time, until none of the men’s penises remained erect.

The young girl looked at the men, who now stood around her listlessly, the girl made a few heavy noises as the men brought their dangling cocks up to the girl, she stuck out her tongue and licked at each glans, the men’s cocks stood erect again and they began to shoot out a steady stream of thick, white semen, which shot out onto the girl’s face, her body, and was absorbed into her ever shinier blue skin. The men began to show expressions of agony as their bodies were being lost inch by inch, their flesh and blood being replaced with fishy smelling semen that was consumed by the girl’s body. In the end, the men disappeared. Only a pile of extinguished torches remained on the ground.

‘Is it over?’ Saigoji thought. Sure enough, the dark clouds that had been hanging overhead gradually dispersed, and the clear sky once again revealed its beautiful smiling face. When Saigoji resumed his view of the grassland, the young girl stood alone again, not moving a muscle.

“What’s out there?” The young girl asked Saigouji, who was walking towards her.

“A gray plain with a bunch of uninhabited wandering souls.” Saigoji replied.

“Oh.” The two were speechless.

After a while, Saigyouji asked, “Why did you do what you did just now… acting?”

“I don’t know,” said the girl, “since I became conscious, I have been repeating the same actions over and over again, and once I started, my body moved as if by itself, following a set sequence of actions, and my mind seemed to take over, as if I were no longer me. “

Saigoji was a bit puzzled, but said nothing. He continued to ask: “Someone told me before that there is someone behind these phenomena, you know?”

“What?” The young woman’s eyebrows raised: “Someone… someone can control this?”

“But I’ve never seen anyone like this before, and you’re the first from the outside.” The young girl said.

“How do you know there’s an outside?” Saigoji asked, “Since you’ve never been outside?”

“I know, when I was conscious, I knew that this place… is just a… is just a… is just a…” the young girl’s face changed as if she had seen something horrible: “I can’t say any more, you…” the young girl told Saigouji “Go! Go!

Saigoji knew that what the girl was going to say must be a very important message, of course, refused to just leave, and was about to ask questions, but the ground cracked a big mouth, swallowing him in one gulp. Saigoji then fell into a dark hole, like a slippery ladder like Hili Hulu slid down, to another strange place.

“With a thud, Saigoji landed on his butt, but the ground was soft and didn’t hurt at all. Saigoji then stood up, patted his buttocks, eyes along the trend to look at the surroundings, this time he reached a place with a lot of tables and chairs, in front of more than ten feet there is a small stage, some tables and chairs and other tables and chairs with animal skin screen and other tables and chairs, Saigoji noticed in the pile of tables and chairs in the midst of a particularly peculiar, is the shape of a six-pointed star, an old man and four women sitting at the table.

The old man’s hair was gray and his eyes were closed. The four women were all dressed in black long-sleeved tops and black pants, with long black boots on their feet, a whip around their waist, and a gun pouch. Their hair was all cut short, but it did nothing to detract from their cold beauty.

One woman saw Saigoji and made a wink with the other three, and the four of them stood up as one and came towards Saigoji, surrounding him.

“Kid, where are you from, haven’t seen you around?” One of them asked.

Saigoji gave them surrounded, heart a little timid, look at their faces, found that these four people look alike, trembling, said: “I do not know, I was standing in a grassland, and then the grassland cracked, I fell down.”

“Wow? Pretty interesting, tell me more.” One said.

“Should we call the old man over?” The other man said.

“Come on, it’s not like you don’t know that he doesn’t wake up except when it’s time to go to work.” A third voice.

Saigoji realized that these four people not only had the same clothes and looked alike, even their voices were similar, and soon they couldn’t tell who was who. Soon, the four women began to talk to themselves, already forgetting that Saigoji was still standing on the sidelines, Saigoji tried to interrupt several times, but was always given a hard stare by them, scaring him so much that he had to obediently listen on the sidelines.

In a few moments, suddenly the lights dimmed, and the four women ceased their chattering and walked toward the hexagonal star table, where the old man now stood with his eyes open and refreshed, looking away from the corner of the table. Then, just for a moment, there was a sudden outburst of a large crowd, and the table was filled with people, and many of the women were walking lightly about with trays of drinks and glasses on them.

The women were almost completely naked, their glistening breasts swaying with each step, their beautiful waists twisting and turning, and they did not hide their beautiful bodies except for their garter belts and high heels. The drinkers, while waiting for the waitresses to put their glasses away, were either squeezing their plump breasts, or sliding their fingers into their slits and stirring them up and down, and some even pressed the waitresses down on the table, and then directly stabbed their rods into them and fucked them.

Instead of being the least bit offended, the waitresses gleefully spread their asses and let out pouty gasps to entice the meat stick to stab deep inside.

In the lascivious atmosphere, the men followed their primitive instincts, and in line with the tantalizing music, they raised their backs one after another, thrusting their crotch rods hard into the deep, wet and hot flesh, inspiring one official song after another.

The old man sat beside the star and watched the twelve year old girls on the stage as they did their best to show off their young, juicy bodies in a variety of slutty poses. Four women dressed in black were sitting beside the old man, paying no attention to the surrounding voices, their hard and cold eyes circling the surroundings from time to time.

A man in a dark blue suit walked in, not very tall, with some beads of anxious sweat on his face, he looked around and when his eyes swept over to where the old man was, he let out a breath and walked over to him.

“Old man, something happened to that girl last time.” The man said to the old man. The old man slowly turned around, his shrewd eyes sending shivers down the man’s spine.

“Something happened?” The old man’s wrinkled face was filled with displeasure “I think you did something you shouldn’t have done, right?

Liza is a normal type, you wouldn’t use her inappropriately, would you?” The man looked fearful and began to back away, but the four women had already cut off his retreat.

The old man approached him and said, “What have you done? Tell me honestly, so that I may be able to remedy the situation.”

The man swallowed and said, “A few months ago, I tried to tie her up and whipped her a few times…”

“Aha!” The old man said unhappily: “That’s right! You’re all the same, you have some kind of inexplicable fetish that you don’t always make clear from the start, you buy a normal type for special use, and then you ask me to do after-sales service when something goes wrong, I’m seriously warning you, according to our contract, this is the first and last time that I’ll solve the problem for you, and if the same thing happens again, not only will you have to take back your goods, but you’ll also have to collect a 10-fold fine, which is 5 billion Zeus Standard dollars!”

The old man gasped: “Now tell me, where is she? Don’t tell me you didn’t bring her!”

The man rushes to tell the old man, who sends one of the women around him to take care of it.

The woman led the men out. The old man sat down with an exasperated sigh: “A bunch of idiots who don’t know what it means to cherish…”

The three women around them automatically gathered together, and the old man said to one of them : “Alpha.” The other two women’s faces revealed a slight displeasure, although the named Alpha had no expression, but her demeanor was more light. She knelt in front of the old man and gently opened the button on the old man’s pants, and then the entire pair of pants automatically disappeared into a belt that was tied around the old man’s body. Under the dim light, reflecting the old man’s unusually young flesh, it seems that the years have only left traces on his face, his body is still youthful, and an English stick that is not afraid of the wind and frost is raging.

Alpha slowly worked her way up and down, a blush rising to her face as her eyes looked at the old man, seeking his reaction. The old man smiled at her, and Alpha stuck out her tongue, starting at the base of the shaft, slowly working her way up to the top of the crown, then slowly, gradually and rapidly swirling the tip of her tongue around the glans, and a large amount of clear mucus gushed out of the glans’ eyes, making a “popping, popping, popping” sound with Alpha’s tongue. Alpha then swallowed the entire rod deep into her throat, without any difficulty, let this huge thing completely submerged in her mouth, only a little black hairs exposed, she continued to swing her head back and forth, stimulating the old man’s sensitive glans by twisting, tongue licked the crown, swallowed the non-stop overflow of mucus, tasting this slightly fishy love juice.

The old man reached out his hand and caressed her cheek, Alpha was motivated by this gesture and her movements became more violent, the meat stick was hidden in and out of the two fragrant lips, giving the old man an illusion of intercourse. Finally, the old man’s body shuddered, the rod contracted a few times, and a large amount of white, fishy juice shot into Alpha’s tender mouth, and she swallowed it all without missing a drop, her tongue still licking the glans with intent, hoping for more white, sugary juice.

The two women next to her reached out their hands and pulled Alpha up with one hand, glaring at her angrily, and Alpha did not do anything to show her weakness to glare back angrily, and the old man made a gesture, and the three people saw that they immediately quieted down.

The four men were quiet again, the lewd sounds around them seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall that had no effect on them at all. The old man pressed the button on his belt, and the black pants covered his skin once again.

After a short while, the woman who had just gone out came back, walked up to the old man, and said: “Old, the constraints group’s Inishu has already begun to repair ‘Lisha’, she said that the problem is not too big, and that it can be restored in a few months, and I’ve already dismissed the guest with the number A7145, and agreed to come back in five months’ time. “

After hearing this, the old man nodded his head and said, “Bertha, you have done well.”

Bertha’s face instantly flew red, but it quickly turned back to its original cold look.

At some point, the stage was transformed from a teasing dance performance by young girls into a living sex court with an alien creature, seven or eight girls, no more than fourteen years old, entangled with one, or a piece, of the multi-limbed capsule worm, which searched, stabbed, and churned the girls at will with its countless slimy tentacles. The girls’ faces were filled with lust, not caring about the green juices that kept spilling out of the thing, flattering it with their lips and tongues and slender torsos, stroking it tenderly, letting its tentacles enter deeply into their bodies, spewing out streams of fishy, foul-smelling, thick juices, and the girls kept on letting out obscene grunts, their bodies trembling and clenching as they were struck by the unceasing orgasms.

The men on the stage, as if they wanted to make a break with them, pushed the smooth, delicious flesh beneath them, making them gasp and shake like the girls on the stage.

Then, pushed by an almost religious fervor-like force, the men began to ejaculate violently, and the women clung to the men’s torsos, thoroughly inhaling every drop of the white nectar into their bellies.

When the light dimmed, most of the people disappeared like gusts of wind, leaving only the old man and four similar-looking women, who sat quietly by the hexagram.

A man, who had come in from somewhere, approached the old man and said, “You must be the… old man?”

“Otherwise,” the old man laughed, “where else in the universe do you think you’d find someone with a wrinkled face?” The old man sat up: “I know who you are, the youngest son of the Galaxy family, since you came to me, it means only one thing,” the old man smiled again: “You want a woman, a real woman, not a cold artificial intelligence, not a crude genetic modification, but nature’s gift to us! A gift, the only creature capable of bringing us joy, so you came back to this forsaken Earth, which was once the source of all life, and still is, here, in the paradise I made.”

The man in front of the old man looked to be in his early twenties, and he squirmed a little in embarrassment.

“Relax, son, the first time is always embarrassing and embarrassing,” the old man stood up and invited him to sit down: “Now tell me, what kind of woman you want, don’t worry about your business will be leaked out, because I keep everything in my heart, there is no suspicion of intrusion,” the old man smiled mysteriously: “Even if I accidentally said out, the person who heard it will not have the opportunity to say out. “The old man smiled mysteriously:” even if I accidentally said out, the person who heard it will not have the opportunity to say out.”

The man swallowed hard and said, “I want a mother and daughter.”

The old man nodded and asked, “Does the daughter want her own?”

The man’s body shook violently, as if he had been told what was on his mind. The old man laughed brightly: “Don’t be afraid, son, my guests, there are many people who are good at this,” the old man stared at the young man with his brilliant eyes: “A long time ago, we already have enough to avoid all the genetic problems of the inbred mating technology, so we are facing the only human moral problems, and that is not a problem. And that’s not a problem, it’s the feeling of breaking the world’s biggest taboo that makes people like to fornicate with their own flesh and blood, isn’t it? Ha! Ha! Ha!”

The young man was embarrassed, not only his own heart deep hidden for many years of sexual fetish was revealed, worse is that there are four women on the side of this embarrassing to the old home words word for word heard, ashamed of his head down, a long time do not dare to lift up.

“Karma.” The old man said to one of the four, “Bring up ‘Mercury’.” Karma sniffed and walked out without hesitation.

A few minutes later, returned with a woman who wore very little, similar to what the group of maids wore just now, except that in addition to her high heels and garter stockings, she had a ribbon of celestial orchid tied around her neck. Judging according to her appearance and physique, Mercury should be more than twenty-five years old, and seemed to be well-educated, for between the lines of her gait, there was an air of dignity.

When the young man saw Mercury, an expression of shock and fear appeared on his face, and he busily asked the old man, “Old man, what, what’s going on here? Are you teasing me?” At this time, Mercury was already standing quietly on the side.

The old man replied, “No, on the contrary, this is my gift to you, Mercury is a clone of your mother, and there is not a single place where she is different from her except her personality and memories are different from your mother’s.”

The young man took a deep breath and did not speak. The old man continued, “Mercury is about fifteen years younger than the proposed mother, and we administered the exact same noble education to her as your mother, except we didn’t let her develop a horrible controlling streak like the real Lady Galaxy.”

The young man heard the words, but turned his head away in displeasure. The old man pretended not to see it and said to Mercury, “Mercury, from this day on, he is your master, and you must love him with all your heart and soul, which is the purpose of your life.”

Mercury’s mature face broke into a knowing smile as she said, “Yes, old man, when I first saw him, I knew it.”

Mercury slowly walked towards the young man’s side, and the young man seemed intent on avoiding Mercury’s eyes, deliberately not looking at her face. But Mercury tactfully intercepted his eyes, and the two of them looked at each other. A fiery spark suddenly radiated from the young man’s eyes, but he still struggled to escape Mercury’s sight. Mercury reached his hand down and lifted the clothes from his body, the young man’s sex organ standing tall.

Mercury gently left the young man’s side and walked over to a table, leaning her body against it and spreading her deep cleft open with both hands, the red walls of flesh pulsing. Mercury turned back and gazed with her eyes at the young man, who was hesitating, but finally made up his mind and walked towards Mercury.

The young man slowly penetrated Mercury’s untouched virginity, and she stifled a grunt as her body secreted a large amount of fluid to lubricate the place where they joined. The young man quickly forgot about the old man and the four mysterious women beside him, and just kept driving his lower body to supreme pleasure. Mercury began to moan.

The old man watched coldly from the sidelines, his eyes turning cold, even cold-blooded, as he turned around and took a step towards the outside.

Saigoji has long been waiting impatiently, this time the drama is really stinking and long, watching him several times want to break into the door, but always let himself quiet and waited. Seeing the old man disappeared without any evidence, thought that things are finally coming to an end, is getting up and ready to go forward, ask questions, but felt a wall of invisible pressure in front of him forced to, forcing Saigoji only keep backing up. Within a few steps, Saigoji was pushed to the side of a deep, bottomless valley, but the invisible force did not relax one iota, and Saigoji was squeezed down.

The black ball seemed to get a little bigger.

This post series is expected to end in four words. I think it should be obvious to everyone that my stories are woven together with one main thread through many subplots, and the subplots are mostly headless, so even if someone thinks a particular subplot is good, I won’t let it develop into a chapter that can stand on its own.

Basically all the subplots have no room for development and the main thread that runs through it has nothing to do with erotica, that’s what I call an experiment and I wonder how many people will enjoy it in a story that has no integrity to speak of?

(Another possibility is that no one cares about the integrity of the story, as long as there’s erotica.) In the book (iii)

Saigoji was pushed down into a deep, bottomless valley, his body drawn by gravity, flying downwards uncontrollably.

Saigoji thought: ‘Oh my god, I’m going to die this time, this is even more terrible than the time I was hit by a car and broke my leg in high school, I’ve been falling for so long, but I haven’t even reached the bottom yet, I’m going to turn into a ball of human jam when I hit the ground.’ Then Saigouji listed out all the things he wanted to do, even fantasizing about his parents’ and friends’ surprise when he died: ‘What? He’s dead? Didn’t he die a long time ago?’ When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had landed unharmed.

”How interesting, I actually landed on the ground fine without feeling anything at all, this place is really strange beyond reproach.” He looked around, a dark patch of mountain walls, a narrow path, just over two people wide, the bottom of a valley by the looks of it. Saigoji walked straight ahead, as he had no idea where he was, and since he didn’t know where he was, there was certainly no need to choose a path, not to mention that he was pretty sure he probably wasn’t in the human world.

As we walked, the narrow trail widened in stature to form a small diamond shaped plain, with four or five people gathered in the center, not knowing what they were doing.

Saigoji approached and saw that there were four men standing on the plain, and they surrounded a man in the center, discussing with each other incessantly. The one who was surrounded in the center was very peculiar looking, with three eyes on his face, his ears were pointed and long, and his mouth was oozing out purple-black liquid as he kept gasping for breath. Saigo-ji listened to their conversation and found it not quite right, they were talking about several races and their worlds, discussing the future and the past, it was too heavy a topic for Saigo-ji. Saigo-ji decided to ignore them and continued on his way, he had a feeling that the journey was about to end and the end was in sight, although it was just a gut feeling from an unknown source, Saigo-ji had no other guide, he believed that he was right, and he had no choice but to believe that he was right.

Walking, walking slowly, walking, walking, walking.

An inexplicable house ran out, white and big, Saigoji looked up, he could not see the roof of the house, he felt a little dizzy, look at the door of the house, that size is not for people. Saigoji thought to himself: ‘I now understand Jack’s mood, this is a giant’s house.’ Then he noticed a small door next to the house, it was about the size of a normal door, Saigoji walked in as a matter of course.

“The door closed with a bang, and it was gone. Saigoji did not have any surprise, he looked at the furnishings of the house, it seems to be a European nobleman’s villa type of place, carved beams and paintings, Saigoji took a closer look, but they are all Pan and the mountain essence of the water Qian chasing the Yan picture, it seems that the owner of the good this way. But the size difference between the outside and inside of the house is too dramatic, the outside is like the Empire State Building, but the inside has become a three-story marble building.

Saigoji went further, and the red carpet under his feet guided him to the foot of a luxurious and spacious staircase, which met a platform about ten feet square, with a staircase to the second floor on each side of the platform, and a wall behind the platform, on which hung a huge bust of a woman’s likeness, with shining red pupils that seemed to be gazing at the diminutive Saigoji, and with two arms crossed contemptuously over his breast, and his waves of rolling black hair flowing in a high and proud manner.

Saigo-ji thought in his heart: ‘This is probably the owner of the house, but how could someone have red pupils?’ But Saigouji didn’t think carefully about this question, he had already encountered enough strange things, and had already seen them before.

Saigoji walked up the stairs to the right, the handrail was wooden, the wood dark and slightly reddish in color. Once on the second floor, Saigo-ji stood in the middle of some font cloisters, with four doors to the left and four to the right.

Saigo-ji took a few steps to the right, and within a few steps, he saw a person in a typical maid’s uniform waxing the floor at the other end of the empty hallway. Saigo-ji hurried forward, his clumsy footsteps echoing in the large room, but the woman in the black dress and white bib did not look up. Saigo-ji stood in front of the woman and asked a few questions, but the maid listened and continued to look at the shiny stone floor under the rag. Saigo-ji then reached out his hand, intending to tap her on the shoulder to get her attention.

“Ah!” Saigoji hastily retracted his hand “What’s going on?” He looked at his left hand, a few blisters had formed on the first knuckle of his index and middle fingers, the pain burned. Saigo-ji felt in his pants pocket and fished out a ball of dry, hard cotton wool and threw it at the maid’s body, the cotton wool was engulfed in tongues of greenish-blue fire just as it was about to touch the maid’s body.

‘It looks like I can’t even touch them.’ Thus, Saigouji stood aside, and until now, wherever he encountered people, some sort of event was bound to happen shortly afterward, Saigouji decided to opt for passive waiting, just as he had done in his previous encounters.

Saigo-ji watched the maid finish waxing the right veranda, then ran after her to the left veranda, and watched her put a coat of slightly shiny paraffin on the left veranda as well. Saigo-ji saw her face, full childlike, no more than twelve at most, but her body had the plump juiciness of a ripe peach. Creepy.

From one of the rooms came a crisp “clink,” and the maid walked precisely toward the room to the left of the three doors, wiping her hand on her white bib and leaving a black crack.

She opened the door and asked, “Did you call for me, young master?” Smoothly bringing the door closed, Saigouji barely managed to catch up and almost bumped into the maid. Behind the door was a bookstore of sorts, with a large desk on the right side, but other than that, there was just a large stack of shelves and neat rows of books, which Saigo-ji glanced at, then immediately decided that they were all written in a language that he had never had a chance to speak in his entire life, and paid them no further attention. (He apparently didn’t see that on one of the bookcases lay the Manyoshu and the Tale of Genji.)

Behind the desk, a peculiar looking man, rather young, probably less than twenty, sat in a chair, that huge chair relatively small in comparison, holding a silver-white rattle in his right hand, swinging it around.

He walked over to the maid’s side, his face flushed with blood, and jumped lightly to the maid’s face.

“I figured you were probably done, so I rang the bell.”

“Young master, madam is still at home.” The maid lowered her head and gently pushed the man’s hand away, but he held the maid’s hand back. “Young master, my hands are dirty!” The maid hastily drew her hand back, and the man smoothly held her at arm’s length, his head half a dozen feet taller than hers. “Jasmine,” the man began to pant slightly: “As long as we’re both quiet, mom won’t find us.” He began to stroke Jasmine’s back, and his mouth moved forward to try and meet hers.

With a few symbolic twists and turns, Jasmine reached for the man’s belt and opened her lips, allowing his tongue to ride inside like a wild horse. Jasmine deftly removed the man’s clothing, but she herself remained in her maid’s uniform, one hand gently caressing the man’s genderless chest, while the other guided the man, allowing him to reach under his skirt and caress the warm, lustful orifice.

“This?” The man wondered.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath.” Jasmine whispered in the man’s ear at a barely audible volume. It seemed too much for the man, and just imagining the hidden meaning behind the statement made the man’s prick between his femurs pop like an explosion.

Jasmine smiled lightly, walked over to the desk and plopped down.

“Young Master.” Jasmine murmured calling out to the man, she didn’t dare call him by his name. Both of Jasmine’s hands reached under her skirt, lifting the black group hem and white lining to reveal the deepest part of herself. She stepped even closer, using her own hands to part the two fleshy lips that oozed thick nectar, and although with the light at his back it was hard for the man to see what kind of treasure was hidden in the space enclosed by those two flaps of flesh, he had long since been unable to restrain himself from pressing into Jasmine’s body, eager to fill her empty body. But he was so eager that he couldn’t actually find the entrance for a moment, only rubbing and moaning near the crack. Jasmine slowly backhanded the rising flesh and brought him down into the dark, wet, hot swamp.

The man quickly got into the situation and began to pump vigorously as Jasmine gripped the front edge of the table, trying to restrain herself from screaming. The only sounds in the bookstore were the sounds of breathing and the occasional spillage from the two men’s loins, fluids mixed with the sound of flesh slamming against each other.

The man gritted his teeth in agonizing pleasure at the supreme pleasure of Jasmine’s flesh as he bent down to lick the beads of sweat from Jasmine’s neck, his hand gripping her carnal Dong body as he violently penetrated himself into Jasmine. Her thick flesh continued to leak sweet nectar from the pressure, while happily enveloping the relentless intruder, some lovely bubbles surfacing around the cleft, held together by the constant in and out of carnal desire, pulling out a silken thread of pleasure.

The two men’s close coupling continued for a while, they didn’t change positions, and Jasmine kept that uncomfortable look on her face, though she couldn’t see much pain on her face. The man pumped gradually faster and faster, his ragged snorts echoing between shelves of books. Jasmine instinctively sensed that the man seemed to be reaching his limit and pushed her body up harder to meet the man’s final thrust.

“Ahhh! Molly! Molly!” The man gritted his teeth and moaned.

Jasmine quietly felt a burning twitch inside her as a wry smile appeared on her face.

“BANG!!!” The door was thrown open heavily, and outside stood an angry woman.

The man was still lost in sweet pleasure but Jasmine had already reacted by pulling down her skirt with her hand and quickly stepped aside, looking down at the floor. It took the man a few seconds to realize that he was still completely naked and that the woman he feared most, his mother, was standing in the doorway staring at his humiliated appearance, and for a moment he didn’t know what to do, so he grabbed his clothes to cover his bottom and stood trembling in the corner of the desk.

The Lady’s scarlet water-sleeved evening gown swung toward Jasmine, and only a snap was heard as the wide sleeve hems arced through the air, and a sharp slap mark appeared on Jasmine’s face.

“Get out.” The lady’s voice was still ice-cold even in this state of rage.

Without a word, Jasmine walked out with her head down and the young master was the only one in the study facing his mother.

“Ferdinand,” said her ladyship, coldly, “I thought I had plainly advised you that in your position you were not to be with these inferiors. But it seems that you have not taken my words to heart.”

“Mother, mother, please forgive me…” Ferdinand’s voice trembled.

“No. It is a severe punishment that is kindest to a child who refuses to improve.” A light smile played at the corners of her ladyship’s lips, and to any one outside of Ferdinand now it was a smile as beautiful as a rose, no matter what.

“Put down what you’re holding.” The lady said.

Ferdinand laid the clothes that had been used to cover his bottom on the floor, his shriveled manhood still slightly reflecting the light of the room from the fluids that Jasmine had just secreted. Her Ladyship stared at his disembodied member, her red pupils seeming to glow with wonder.

“Come to me.” The lady said.

Ferdinand stepped in front of the lady, long years of training had kept him from covering himself with his hands.

As he walked up to the lady, Ferdinand subconsciously dropped to his knees and closed both eyes.

“Good boy, the years of upbringing have paid off.” The lady’s tone showed a hint of praise, but soon she returned to her old indifference “But that does not atone for the crime you committed today.”

The lady moved her body, and Ferdinand knew that she went behind the desk and opened one of the drawers with the key she had on her person, but he never knew what was in that drawer. A moment later, Ferdinand’s eyes were covered with a leather blindfold, and his hands were bound tightly together behind him.

“Ferdinand,” cried the lady, “will you confess the sin you have committed?”

“I admit it!” Ferdinand shouted.

“Very well!” The lady added: “Are you willing to accept any punishment, as long as you can remove your sins?”

“I do!” Ferdinand shouted.

“Very well! My boy!” Madame said cheerfully. Taking out a medium length leather whip from a drawer, she swung it at Ferdinand’s back. The crisp sound lingered in the small study, and a fiery red mark slowly emerged on Ferdinand’s back. The lady then swung a second and third whip. Ferdinand clenched his teeth and tried not to scream.

The madam’s swing of the whip slowly increased in speed and force, and the bloodstains on Ferdinand’s back grew, dots of blood painting some dazzling geometric shapes on the marble floor as the whip hit the skin.

“You can scream now.” Her ladyship’s voice lost its usual calmness, the corners of her eyes were moist, her face flushed, her lips were gasping involuntarily, and her grip on the whip was not as strong as it had been a moment ago. She raised the whip again and swung it at Ferdinand. This time Ferdinand, however, let out a loud scream, and the sound was so loud that even Jasmine, who was standing guard outside the room, was startled.

“Louder!” The Lady waved the whip excitedly, sweat dripping from her face and mixing with the blood on the gravel floor, and her body trembling uncontrollably, “Louder! Louder!” The madam waved the whip frantically, but the force that hit Bandit Dinan was not a few times as strong, but Ferdinand continued to shout as hard as he could.

Madame suddenly dropped the whip and walked over to Ferdinand, lifting the hem of her heavy skirt and sending Ferdinand’s head inside, Madame wasn’t wearing any profanity, and a large amount of liquid slid down her legs, but it was all absorbed by the heavy bodice.

Madame did not say anything, Ferdinand, like a newborn pony, naturally stuck out his tongue and sucked on Madame’s naked, hot cunt-organs, the clear juices slowly flowed through his tongue into Ferdinand’s throat, the sour and salty odor stimulated Ferdinand’s flesh, his prick stood up involuntarily. Gradually Ferdinand penetrated deeper and deeper into the Lady’s hot emanating orifice, the tip of his tongue feeling the drumming of the fleshy walls as he slowly moved in and out, the warm liquid gradually trickling down with his neck to the floor.

Her Ladyship’s trembling became noticeably faster as Ferdinand began to lick and fondle the swollen clitoris, each touch causing Her Ladyship’s body to bounce violently, Her Ladyship clinging to Ferdinand’s head, her legs barely supporting her faltering body, her eyes staring blankly at the floor in front of her.

Finally, Madame shuddered violently, and a fountain of love juice gushed out in big streams, all spraying on Ferdinand’s body, and although he tried hard to drink all of it in one gulp, he still couldn’t do it, and a large amount of the liquid slid down his neck, chest, and all the way down. The lady put down the whip and walked over to the table, her weak hands supporting herself on the purple-black tabletop, her chest heaving as she struggled to regulate her breathing.

After a while, the lady came up behind Ferdinand and untied his bound hands.

“The punishment is over,” the lady spoke in a voice that had not yet fully recovered: “Stand up and let me see your injuries.”

Ferdinand obediently stood up. On his back was a patchwork of blood and red intertwined with each other. But he seemed to be accustomed to this kind of thing, and there was no look of pain on his face. Her Ladyship tenderly stroked the open and bursting wounds on his back with such indescribable tenderness that one could not believe that she was the one who had carved the red marks on his body. The lady even stuck out her tongue to lick at the pink skin, sucking up the blood that remained on it. Her hands traveled over Ferdinand’s lower abdomen, touching the rising symbol of his manhood both intentionally and unintentionally.

Ferdinand soon began to show signs of agitation; his face was still covered with a blindfold, and his hands, though free, dared not touch his mother’s body with impunity.

Her Ladyship had been “tidying up” Ferdinand for a long time, and for Ferdinand it was probably a more unbearable torture than flogging. The tip of his penis was secreting transparent mucus because of Her Ladyship’s constant teasing, and he gripped each other’s hands tightly, fearing that if he let go, he would be uncontrollably rushing towards Her Ladyship’s defenseless body.

“Good boy, you are such a good boy, and now that you are a sinless man, let your mother give you some reward.” The lady stroked Ferdinand’s face while slowly pushing her tongue deep into his parched mouth, and Ferdinand, as if he had found an oasis after a long run in the desert, recklessly sucked on his mother’s sweet, smooth tongue and fragrant juices, and the room was suddenly filled with the sound of obscene sucking.

Her ladyship’s hands were not idle as she pulled down the drawstring at the back with such skill that it did not interfere with the movements of her mouth and tongue. The heavy gown fell to the floor like a dying lion, revealing Madame’s body, pink with blood, but Ferdinand had never really seen that wonderful, inhuman flesh.

Her Ladyship gently withdrew her tongue from Ferdinand’s entangled mouth, and Ferdinand said nothing, though reluctantly, as Her Ladyship’s hand took hold of his furious rod and stroked it lovingly up and down as if it were a part of her body. Her Ladyship gave Ferdinand a gentle nudge, and Ferdinand obediently lay back on the table, his bare back touching the cold mahogany, making him twitch.

Ferdinand still couldn’t see a thing, but with years of experience he lay down accurately on the desk, the rod that kept spitting out love juice still standing unyielding. The Lady then climbed onto the huge desk, which was spacious enough for both of them to lie flat on, making one wonder if the desk was designed to be used as a bed.

Madame straddled Fidelity’s abdomen, slowly letting the hot flesh enter her deeply, she felt an unspeakable fullness and joy, her lower body began to unconsciously bob up and down, the space inside her body kept squeezing towards that foreign object, not knowing if she wanted to drive it out or take it for herself, Madame didn’t know, she only knew to pursue the endless pleasure, her proud mouth slowly came out some hissing of the beast, that hissing slowly expanded to become a frantic chirping. Slowly some hissing gasp of the peon beast came out, the hiss slowly expanding into a frantic chirp.

Her ladyship seized Ferdinand’s hand and placed it on her own heaving, smooth breasts, which Ferdinand twisted and rubbed hard, as if to avenge the agony of her earlier whipping, but it failed to accomplish its purpose, and her ladyship felt only more violent pleasure and delight.

The lady grabbed Ferdinand’s hand that was ravaging her flesh, put it into her mouth and bit down hard, blood slid down from the corner of her mouth, the lady desperately sucked on the warm blood, her red eyes slowly radiated a chilling light, her pupils gradually turned into purple cat-like glittering eyes, her mouth cracked open, and her sharp, morose fangs showed from the corners of her mouth, and from the snow-white buttocks a dark Tail, back muscles cracked, a pair of wings belonging to the darkness of the night stretched out, drumming up gusts of whirlwind. The lady’s slender white jade hands became hard claws that clung to the edge of the table, and lay like spiders on Ferdinand’s body.

The lady’s torso and breasts were still beautiful, and her hair, as if alive, twined around Ferdinand and herself, who had long since withdrawn his wounded hand, but he was not deeply wounded, and the bleeding stopped quickly.

Ferdinand couldn’t see what was happening in front of him, he was too filled with desire to care about what was going on around him, all he knew was that his mother’s movements were becoming fast and frantic, and he was getting so much pleasure from it that he wished that time would just stop for a moment, so that he could enjoy that mind-blowing pleasure for all eternity.

Madam, or the black lecherous beast, stretched out its thin purple tongue letter and stabbed deep into Ferdinand’s mouth, it panted heavily while using the undulation of its body to bury Ferdinand’s flesh deep in its hot and quivering jugs, and at the place where they met, the silvery-white liquid mixed with purple and black mucus was making a piercing sound.

Her Ladyship’s movements had long exceeded the limits of Ferdinand’s endurance, but Ferdinand was slow to release the milky fluid, as if Her Ladyship had taken control of his body, and until Her Ladyship’s desires and flesh had been satisfied, Ferdinand could not stop the pleasures that were to the point of death.

As early as eight hundred years ago, Saigoji had already waited impatiently, and although he had raised his voice several times to inquire, he could not help that the pair in front of him were killing each other, so he could not hear them in any case. But now he saw a strange thing, a huge black ball, about half as tall as himself, gurgling and rolling towards the door, but just now Saigoji didn’t see any strange black ball in the room. Saigo-ji followed it out as a matter of course, walking past Jasmine who was guarding the door, her hand groping for something under her skirt. The black ball rolled and rolled to a door.

In the book (IV. Finished)

When Saigoji reached that door, the black ball’s trail disappeared again. Seeing this, Saigo-ji pushed both hands, pushing the unassuming door in front of him open and stepping inside.

Inside the door was a greenhouse, not too big, not too small, with sunlight hitting the ground diagonally from the glass in front of the Saigoji Temple, and many potted plants were separated by the same distance and placed neatly on the shelves. In the center, an old man with a very peculiar appearance was carefully watering the plants, as if they would die if the amount of water was not right.

Saigouji opened his mouth and said, “Sir, may I ask what this place is?” He subconsciously felt that this old man was different from the others, and that he should be able to understand his words.

The old man replied, “You’re that Saigoji, aren’t you? We’ll talk later, I’m busy.” There was a pause in his work as he answered Saigo-ji, and then the old man continued to carefully irrigate each of the plants in the greenhouse, but since there were not many potted plants, Saigo-ji did not have to wait long before the old man finished his work.

The old man raised his head and looked squarely at Saigoji, then said, “I don’t suppose you know where you are, do you?”

Saigoji said, “Yes, I have no idea where this place is. May I ask why you know my name, old man?”

The old man said, “Anyone from the outside world who wants to come in has to go through my permission, if even the administrator doesn’t know what’s in his kingdom.”

Saigoji: “Then do you know why I’m here?”

The old man: “Because… I don’t know his name, but he brought you here.”

Saigoji: “Him? Who is he? Is he someone I know? Can you describe him?”

The old man: “I don’t know what he looked like, because he wasn’t given a body or a name, and he looked like a blackened mess, so I can’t narrate it.”

Saigoji: “Huh? So… is he a human being?”

The old man said, “I’m not quite sure, but you should be asked about such things, because as the creator you didn’t decide on his type, and of course others don’t know what he’s like.”

Saigoji: “Me? Creator?”

Old man: “Confused, huh? It’s okay, we’re all confused for the first time, just talk to him, come on, come here.”

The old man led Saigoji to a basin, which had soil, but no planting material. Saigoji looked at the loose soil in the basin, and suddenly felt a force behind him, so he fell head over heels into the basin. Only to see the spot yellow soil slowly expand, when Saigoji’s two feet touch the ground, the old man and the greenhouse, green field objects disappeared together, surrounded by only boundless yellow soil.

Saigoji looked away and sat down, he was too lazy to move anymore and just wanted to wait.

He sat still for a while, feeling a little strange, for he heard some vague speech in his ears, the meaning of which he seemed to understand, and felt that it seemed as if he were talking to himself alone, but that the language went on and on saying something that seemed to be possessed only by himself.

“┅┅”

“What do you want?”

“┅┅”

“Yes?”

“┅┅”

“I can go back if I promise?”

“┅┅”

“Okay, I promise you, you have a life.”

That vague and ambiguous voice disappeared, and Saigoji realized that he had just conversed with that unknown voice. The voice’s request, Saigoji agreed, but he did not know, what the specific content of that request.

Saigouji felt a warm mass behind him at that moment, slowly wrapping itself around him, when he looked back he saw an extremely beautiful face, it was a woman with black hair, black eyes and black lips, her complexion was tinged with a scant hint of violet, she smiled and embraced Saigouji, who noticed that the back of her body was covered in black scales, it looked like a boa constrictor.

She lifted Saigoji’s head, she seemed to have many hands as Saigoji clearly felt two other hands caressing his waist, but because he was being held so tightly he could only gaze at this one beautiful face in front of him. The woman sucked on Saigoji’s lips and slowly pushed her own tongue in, Saigoji was forced to close his eyes up by the fishy smell of her mouth, only to feel an icy cold breath slowly injected into his body, Saigoji couldn’t help but hold on tightly to the woman’s body, at least her body was warm.

After a while, Saigoji slowly felt that the cold breath was no longer so cold, he opened his eyes, only to see that the ground around him, which was originally yellow soil, had been covered by the woman’s circling lower limbs, twisting towards the center like snakes, Saigoji found it strange, strange that he saw such a horrifying thing, yet he didn’t feel horrified at all, and even felt a peace like never before. His gaze shifted back to the woman’s face, which had left Saigoji’s, but the long, thin tongue remained in Saigoji’s mouth, slowly curling.

Saigouji saw the woman’s long hair stretching out in all directions as if it were alive, finally rushing into the collar and cuffs of Saigouji’s shirt, crushing the clothes on Saigouji’s body and leaving him naked before the woman’s eyes.

The woman’s body squirmed, revealing that at the junction of scales and skin, a small black hole was visible, the scales around the hole glistening from the liquid.

The woman slowly overlapped her body with Saigoji’s, Saigoji felt his lower body being squeezed, the cold sticky feeling kept hitting him, the woman began to drum up the long lower limbs like waves, Saigoji only felt as if he was being swept into a huge whirlpool, except for the gusts of twitching coming from his lower body, the rest of his body seemed to have melted away and disappeared, the gusts of convulsions were like waves of sea, one after another, one after another, and finally the strongest one very quickly and mercilessly flooded Saigoji’s body rapidly shaking, he saw the woman in front of him began to wrap herself around in a circle, one after another, one after another. The convulsions were like a wave of waves, a wave that was higher than a wave, and finally the strongest wave very quickly and mercilessly drowned Saigouji, Saigouji’s body was shaking rapidly, and he saw that the woman in front of him began to use her lower limbs to wrap herself up in a circle, and in the end, even Saigouji’s eyes were blocked out, and he couldn’t see anything anymore.

“Dang!”

Saigoji’s head hit the wall and he almost screamed in pain. Saigoji held his head in both hands, stood up, kicked the straw mat off the floor, and looked at the hour clock on the table, 8:25 p.m., after about two hours of sleep.

Saigo-ji rubbed his empty belly and suddenly felt some strange memories in his head, but immediately dismissed himself from pursuing them by saying that they were dreams.

Saigoji sat down at the table, took out a pen and paper, and wrote casually in boredom; in fact, he didn’t have a single idea in his mind, so of course he didn’t know what to write.

But for some reason, characters slowly emerged in Saigo-ji’s mind, and many story lines took place, Saigo-ji knew that inspiration was not something that just came, and hurriedly turned the lights on and began to slowly outline the main story line.

‘What would be a good character to give it to symbolize the power of darkness?’

‘Give him the upper body of a man, the lower body of a snake, the immortal snake demon of Greek mythology.’

[End]