After getting dressed and leaving my wife's and my room, I walked forward, not paying attention to what was happening behind me. I planned to hear my wife tell me about her experiences later.
Arriving at the inn, I went to Zhou Ruoshui's room and gently pushed open her unlocked door.
When I entered, she was sitting quietly on the bed, wearing a thin nightgown, a trace of tears still wet on her face.
Upon seeing me, she immediately wiped away her tears, looking at me awkwardly, a blush still on her cheeks, trying to put on her clothes to cover her exposed skin.
I went to her side, stopping her from dressing, looking at this woman who had endured cruel torture, and then sat down beside her.
At this moment, I once again felt grateful for the powerful affinity that the game "Xiaoyao You" had given me. Even a woman like Zhou Ruoshui, with her painful past, could feel my kindness and trust me.
Sitting beside her, I carefully observed her.
Her mature face, untouched by artifice, still possessed a stunning beauty. Her clear eyes looked at me, reflecting a resilience and courage honed by hardship.
Her body was very white, but years of ravages had ravaged her; her breasts, buttocks, and vulva were no longer perfect.
Her breasts and buttocks were unusually full and plump, unmatched by any woman I had ever seen. Even among martial arts beauties, there were probably no more breasts and buttocks so large!
Her breasts and buttocks were no longer firm; years of ravages had caused them to droop, as listless as their owner.
The most beautiful part of her body, between her legs, was utterly ravaged.
Her labia could no longer close, and they were completely blackened, devoid of pubic hair. Even her anus had lost all the allure of a woman's most beautiful feature.
It looked like the vagina of an old prostitute who had been fucked for years; through the undying labia, one could occasionally glimpse the equally blackened vagina.
I sat down beside her and put my arm around her waist. She struggled slightly, but gave up under my force and buried her face in my chest, sobbing softly.
Looking at the pained expression on her mature, beautiful, and gentle face, I held her close.
This woman, older than my mother, was now leaning on me like a child.
After crying for a while, she relaxed slightly and tried to push me away from her, but I held her tightly without hesitation.
Then I said to her, "Sister Zhou, are you feeling better?"
I called this woman, older than my mother, "sister," instead of "aunt" or "senior," because I knew I was going to help her overcome her trauma, and if I called her "aunt" or "senior," she would feel awkward and wouldn't accept it.
After hearing my concerned questions, Zhou Ruoshui nestled in my arms, her face flushed, and nodded. She said, "Sister, I'm alright, don't worry. You should go back now! It wouldn't be good if someone saw us! Sister is already past her prime, but my reputation can't be ruined, and your wife is still waiting!"
"Sister isn't past her prime. In my heart, you're a lotus rising from the mud, a plum blossom standing proudly in the cold wind. Don't belittle yourself, sister; it will upset those who care about you. And don't worry about my reputation; I've never cared about worldly opinions. Besides, I came with Yuxin's permission, so she won't be angry."
I hugged Zhou Ruoshui and said, then my hands began to wander, gently caressing her body.
I touched her very gently, because I knew that years of abuse had instilled in Zhou Ruoshui a primal fear and repulsion towards men, so I had to gradually make her accept me.
While touching her, I said, "Sister, you're so beautiful. Don't reject your little brother, okay? I like you very much and want to make you feel good, to let you experience a man's love, to let you know that not all men are bastards. Accept me! Give yourself a chance for a new life, okay?"
Zhou Ruoshui, who had never experienced a man's gentle treatment before, gradually changed from initial fear and trembling to soft moans of pleasure under my gentle words and caresses.
After her first moan escaped her lips, she immediately blushed and suppressed the rest of her sounds.
Seeing her blushing face, I gently whispered in her ear, "Your moans are so beautiful, good sister, don't hold back anymore, let me hear them, okay?"
Hearing my words, she no longer held back, and soft moans echoed between my legs.
My caresses made her body hot, and her body, already abnormally sensitive from years of defilement, skillfully cooperated with me under passion.
However, unlike before, she felt no pain or shame now, only unprecedented comfort and pleasure.
She cooperated with my hands, her full breasts high, letting me pinch and fondle her darkened nipples and areolas; she parted her legs, revealing her genitals, blackened and unable to close due to years of abuse, allowing me to caress and thrust in and out; she happily obeyed my commands, lying face down on the bed, then raising her buttocks high for me to play with.
When I held her plump buttocks with both hands, about to stick out my tongue to lick her already completely blackened and unable-to-close vulva and anus, she stopped me for the first time.
She said to me with a pained expression, "No, it's dirty there. Good brother, I know you're a good person, you want to help me forget the pain of the past. But please don't degrade yourself. Only good girls deserve your service like this. I don't deserve your tenderness, so don't serve me like this anymore. My body is completely dirty. You just need to treat me as a tool for your lust; that's already happiness for me."
As she spoke, tears of pain streamed down her face.
After hearing her words, I looked at her tearful face with heartache, and then, while gently rubbing her plump, fleshy buttocks, I said, "Sister, it's not dirty at all. Sister, don't despise yourself anymore. No one could have maintained their integrity after experiencing such cruel torment as you. In my heart, you are the strongest and bravest woman! Sister, in my heart, you are a beautiful woman, an indomitable and perfect heroine. Your body isn't dirty. It's not that you're not worthy of me, but that I'm not worthy of such a perfect woman as you. But I love you so much! So I boldly came to you, hoping you would bestow your body upon me, so I could enjoy your body. I wanted to kiss your vulva, which has been ravaged by countless villains yet still refuses to yield, and to lick your anus, which has been trampled by countless scumbags yet still refuses to admit defeat. Sister, can you let me be that lucky person?"
I gently said, holding her plump buttocks.
After hearing my words, Sister Zhou cried again, but this time it was tears of emotion and joy.
She sobbed and said to me, "Little brother, thank you... thank you. I'll give you anything, anything at all. From today onwards, I'm yours. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."
After saying that, she raised her buttocks high, then spread her legs, letting me do as I pleased.
I immediately buried my face in her large buttocks and began to lick her dark anus and vulva with abandon.
The smell of Sister Zhou's vulva and anus wasn't very good due to years of abuse; it had a slightly fishy, musty smell.
However, I didn't dislike it at all; on the contrary, I liked it very much.
Because I had always fantasized about having a rotten cunt that had been played with countless times for me to play with; I had even fantasized about what my wife's cunt would look like after being played with so much.
But my wife's powerful regenerative abilities meant that my fantasies would never come true.
So, seeing Sister Zhou's rotten cunt and anus, I was immediately captivated.
Perhaps it was because of my perverse interests, but in my eyes, Sister Zhou's rotten cunt and dark asshole possessed a different kind of charm compared to my wife's perfect vulva and asshole, which I found strangely appealing.
Soon, Sister Zhou was being skillfully licked by my tongue until she moaned repeatedly, her plump buttocks swaying with my licking, while her hands began to knead her large breasts.
Although Sister Zhou's cunt smelled foul, her vaginal fluid was surprisingly sweet.
It seemed she originally had a very delicious cunt, but after being played with by countless men, it had lost its former flavor.
However, I felt no regret, because I had tasted many delicious cunts.
Whether it was my mother, mother-in-law, aunts, or other old sluts, or my wife, sister, and cousins, they all had exceptionally delicious cunts.
A cunt like Sister Zhou's, with its foul odor, was a novelty.
As I continued to lick and caress her, both Sister Zhou and I were burning with desire, unable to hold back any longer.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and pressed myself against Sister Zhou's body. For the first time, Sister Zhou willingly parted her legs, anticipating the penetration of my penis.
Sister Zhou had forgotten her shame, facing me with her legs wide open, revealing her dark, smelly vulva that couldn't close, and looking at me expectantly.
Without hesitation, I pulled Sister Zhou's head and deeply kissed her lips, then skillfully embraced her in a passionate kiss, which she responded to with equal fervor.
At the same time, my thick penis forcefully thrust into her cunt, which had been fucked countless times.
My thick penis slid in without resistance, all the way to the hilt. Sister Zhou's cunt was indeed almost ruined; of all the women I had fucked, Sister Zhou's cunt was the worst.
It was loose and lacked elasticity, but the stimulation of letting me freely penetrate her, a testament to her chastity, was still incredibly pleasurable.
Although Zhou's vagina wasn't as tight or comfortable as my wife's, my penis was large enough that it felt good enough. Moreover, Zhou's large breasts and buttocks were exceptionally stimulating, making me feel extremely satisfied.