Show off your mother's tits and shake them (adult novel adapted from anime)

Beijing is ruled by the Social Democratic Party government, and the government is stable and the people are harmonious. Life in Beijing is very comfortable, but it is a bit boring for a freelance writer like me. I am determined to go to ancient and mysterious Central Asia to collect folk songs and write wonderful works.

I had no organization and no money, so I got a fake letter of introduction, took a little money, and carried a backpack.
I boarded the train from Beijing to the capital of Central Asia's Aryan states.

The train drove for more than a week and I finally arrived in Central Asian Aryan. Then, I walked and took the bus.
Walking all the way into the depths of the Aryan grassland.

The car was speeding across the endless prairie. On the top of the distant mountain, the last few clouds were gliding away along the horizon.
The broad and deep Zhuoyong Lake is revealed. The lake surface is reflecting the blue sky, and the snow-capped mountain tops in the distance bathed in the sun are also inserted upside down in the lake, making you unconsciously want to hug them. In the distance, the road to Bactria.

Post-Bactria was named in contrast to Pre-Bactria before the Christian era, which was one of the Aryan regions in Asia and the main destination of my interview.

I lived in Rashi, the capital of post-Bactria, for a month and visited all the ancient temples, especially the ancient priestly temples, which were the sacred places of the Asiatic Aryans. Saints from all over the world gathered there to pray, hoping to be reborn into a wealthy family in the next life and no longer suffer. For tourists, this sight satisfies their curiosity.

I planned to try my luck in the more remote parts of Bactria and try to see the famous and mysterious celestial intercourse there. As the car drove along the shore of Zhuoyong Lake, I felt dizzy. I opened the car window and saw the flat lake outside, with a fresh breeze and not a trace of dust.

It is August, the golden season on the plateau. The sky is so blue and transparent that you can't even feel the air. I walked to the lake, put down my travel bag, took out a towel and washed my face thoroughly. This place is called Kazi, a small town with hundreds of households. The herdsmen built rows of houses at the foot of the mountain near the lake.

This is a beautiful place. There is no debris by the lake, and the red, yellow, white and blue roofs by the lake indicate the beautiful realm of primitive religion in the sunshine.

There is a red-tiled building, probably the township office. I took out the fake letter of introduction with the red seal on it, and when I got closer I saw that it didn't look like a township office, but just an ordinary bungalow.

A soldier came out, and from his accent he seemed to be from Hunan. He asked me to sit inside, and I followed him into the house.
This is a telephone corps unit. He is stationed here and is responsible for maintaining this section of the telephone line. When the line is clear, I go fishing in the lake, and sometimes read magazines and martial arts novels. He was glad I asked to stay here. He had been here for four years, had learned a good deal of Asiatic Aryan languages, and often visited and drank with the herdsmen in the village. A submachine gun was hanging on the wall.

I asked him if there was a Tianjiaotai here, and he said yes. I asked him if there had been any Tianjiao treatment recently. He was stunned for a moment and said that a woman had a difficult delivery these days and was preparing to use Tianjiao to get her baby out. I became excited and continued to ask him, but he hesitated and said he was going to buy some wine for the evening. I gave him money, but he pushed it away and walked out in a very unnatural manner. I began to speculate nervously in my mind, thinking that if I didn’t see it here, it would be very difficult to come across it again. How could it be possible that wherever I go there is a pregnant woman having difficulty giving birth? This opportunity must not be missed.

In the evening, we drank and talked about news from other places. In order to get along well with him, I started bragging about everything.

He likes fishing and so do I. I promised to send him a pair of imported stainless steel fishing rods when I return to Beijing. I immediately wrote down the address and claimed that at least two of the leaders of the ruling Social Democratic Party are my neighbors. Of course, that address can never be found in Beijing.

Later, I talked to him about women again, and he was very interested and kept smoking. I am an expert on this topic. I have played with at least one or two hundred sexy women, young and old, so I exaggeratedly described the enlightenment of contemporary women and said in the Hunan dialect I learned from the movies: If he comes to Beijing, I will give him all my powders to sleep with.
And told him tolerantly not to be polite. He touched the table and suddenly said to me: "That woman is only seventeen years old, but she is very mature and sexy."

Such a young and sexy girl, I like it.

"She had heavy bleeding during childbirth and it's been several days," he said. "The baby is still in her belly." I suppressed my excitement and took out a cigarette.

We were silent for a while. There was a single bed against the wall in the room. It was a military wooden bed, painted yellow, with the unit number printed on the headboard. There are many cut-out pictures of women on the wall. Through the glass above the window, you can see the sky: it has changed from dark blue to black. The sound of passing cars on the highway had long since ceased.

The soldier stood up, leaned against the bed frame, and said to me, "You can see that the people here don't care about that. Most people don't care, and Mima's two husbands don't care at all."

"Who has two husbands?" I asked.

"That pregnant woman."

"How can there be two husbands?" I asked again.

"I married two brothers." He said in a low voice.

I was stunned for a while, then asked, "Why do you have to marry two husbands?"

He answered me: “This is one of the customs of the Central Asian Aryan people, and marrying four people from the same family is also practiced.
The man's family was poor, so they married a wife together. ”

I thought this was something worth writing about, so I took out my pen and diary.

The soldier continued, "Her father is an alcoholic. When he gets drunk, he sings and asks for women. Sometimes he hugs Mima and touches her randomly. He becomes even more aggressive after his wife dies. Mima is a typical Asian Aryan beauty, with brown hair and fair skin. She is very attractive. How can this beautiful teenage girl resist such a strong man?"

"I want to curse. Such a little beauty was deflowered by her father at the age of twelve!" His face turned from red to purple, revealing the stubbornness often shown by Hunan men.

He walked to the door and checked the wind direction. The telephone line was motionless. I drank the wine and walked around the room a few times.

There are no mosquitoes here in the summer, and the moisture from the lake overflows into the room, making people feel comfortable.

"Can you take me to see it?" I said.

Without looking up, he grabbed his keys and flashlight from the table and said, "Let's go."

We walked into the village. It was a spacious village with many large and neat mud houses. The flashlight flickered brightly,
The dogs were barking. He pushed open the fence and shouted something in Asiatic Aryan toward a lighted house, and we both went inside.

Several men sitting under the lamp turned their heads and looked at me with their mouths open. An older man stood up. The soldier was talking to him in Central Asian Aryan, and the others were looking at me.

I took out my lighter, lit it, and handed the cigarettes to them.

In between them, a naked woman was screaming in agony. The men were touching her all over.

"That's her," said the soldier.

She can definitely sing, which is a characteristic of ethnic minorities in Central Asia. I often hear them stopping to sing on the grasslands, in the woods, and on the mountain roads. Even if you can't understand what they are saying, it's comfortable enough to listen to the sound coming from the naked woman's throat. When the weather is hot, they often take off their fur coats and tuck them around their waists to reveal their plump breasts.

The girl had a round face, a small nose, dark circles around her eyes, and fair skin on her neck and chest. The dark hollow between her breasts trembled from time to time.

Those men squeezed her big belly hard. You could say they were helping her give birth to the baby, or you could say they were just playing with her. The girl who was in labor was screaming.

Her two husbands and the priest squeezed her big belly. The girl screamed. They put their hands into the girl's vagina, and they even took turns sitting on her big belly and rubbed it hard. What kind of torture is this for a girl?

I came back that night, turned on the light, expressionless, lit a cigarette and lay down. Neither of us could sleep.

He finally spoke: "I'll tell you, you're not from here anyway, and you'll be leaving in two days. I'd feel uncomfortable if I didn't tell you." I also sat up, put the pillow on my back and listened to him.

He said: "Mima is also my mistress, that's why I didn't transfer. I first met her on the grassland. I had to go across two grasslands to change the telephone line. She had scattered her sheep. When I changed the line, I was carrying a large bundle of old wires, which was very heavy."

"It was a hot afternoon. Out on the prairie, this little beauty was mating with a big male dog, then a ram. She was on her knees in the grass, barking, and then she kept looking at me like I wasn't a man, so I jumped on her, too."

"After that, I often went to fuck her. She would often wait for me and give me her roasted mutton jerky and sun-dried raisins, which were all warmed in her cunt. Central Asian Aryan women have the habit of warming food for men in their cunts. She would also give me dates soaked in her cunts. I often stayed with her until dark. She was like most Asian Aryan women, very clean, and I liked to smell the milk smell on her body."

"She was the first woman I met. She was only fifteen years old that year, but her father had played with her and made her very mature and sexy. Asian Aryan women develop early, and she became even more mature after being played with by her father."

"I thought she was waiting for me. But I was too naive. She also told me that her father often touched her private parts. She ran away many times because of the pain. Everyone in the village knew that her father slept with her. The young men fucked her without restraint."

"Last year, around this time, she suddenly came in and touched my bed, saying she couldn't stand her father. I ignored her pain and fucked her again. This time I was very strong and didn't stop all night. Before dawn, she pushed me away and said she wanted to go home. I helped her put on her clothes and fell asleep. Before leaving, Mima stuffed the jewel necklace she had worn since she was a child under my pillow. The next day I found out that she married the two brothers."

The soldier took the necklace out of the drawer and I looked at it closer to the light. This is an agate necklace with a red gemstone strung every few stones. A large emerald hangs in the middle. It is smooth and shiny, with the girl's milky scent. I think of her screaming among the men.

"Did she contact you again later?" I asked.

"No, she stopped herding sheep after she got married and started working at home. The two brothers are both strong men in their forties. I heard that the eldest and the second brother both like her. When the brothers drink in the evening, people can hear Mi Ma calling out loudly in the middle of the night."

"Someone saw the eldest and second brother taking her to the market and having sex on horseback. They even let the stallion fuck her. Mi Ma was already pregnant at the time. The two brothers were both in their forties and had lived for most of their lives to marry such a sexy wife. They refused to let her go even for a moment."

"She never contacted you again?" I asked again.

"I came here a few times when I had the chance." The soldier said hesitantly, "I don't want to tell you everything."

Early the next morning, I climbed up to Tianjiao Terrace and saw the sun rising from the east. It was a hilly area, on rolling grassland.

Zhuoyong Lake began to fog up, and the mist gradually merged into a piece, and the lake surface disappeared. The fog is getting thicker.
It rose and fell like a woman's breathing, lightly spreading and rising, covering the blood-red sun. The fog sticking to the surface of the lake twisted silently, then slowly moved away and flowed towards the lakeside.

They gradually emerged from the fog. The men carried Mima, who was crying and screaming, as she was still in labor. Among the men were the eldest and second oldest brothers, as well as the priest from their village. Gradually I recognized that he was one of the ones who had raped Mima at her home last night. The mist from the grassland rose behind them.

They smiled at me and put her down. As soon as the rope came loose she fell on the grass. They forced her to stick her butt out, kneel down, and fix her limbs.

I looked at it from a distance at first, and then slowly approached. She had a fair complexion, and her breasts were even whiter and thinner, hanging loosely, with large black nipples. Her belly was bulging, and the unborn life was inside.

I adjusted the aperture and distance of the camera, then squatted on her right to take a picture. The background was the rising mist, and the pale snow-capped mountaintop in the distance was just painted with a layer of warm color by the sun. I thought of how she had been carried here on the back of a horse by her father and abused. At that time, she was also naked, and was also looking at the top of the snow mountain quietly.

In the camera she continued to cry and scream, she was still suffering from childbirth. I moved the camera down again: a fat white ass and brown anal hair. I suddenly remembered the creaking wooden bed when I was a soldier and the two brothers who were drinking.
I focused on her feet. Her feet were relatively white, with five toes tightly packed together, and her feet were petite and sexy. I moved back a little, adjusted the picture position and pressed the shutter.

I slowly stood up, and I heard shrill donkey brays all around me. Then a gust of wind whistled past, and a wild donkey rushed over and stabbed the little beauty who was forced to kneel from behind.

I returned to the men. The second one gives me food. I ate it with relish. It contained raisins and lamb, and was still warm. I ate it all in one go. They also gave me a drink made from Mima's vaginal blood from the difficult labor she had in the past few days.
I drank it all in one gulp. They told me that the mutton and raisins were warmed in Mima's vagina. I looked up at her. Her vagina was facing me, open, and was being brutally penetrated by the donkey's huge penis.

The two brothers smiled at me. I seemed to laugh too, but I put my face towards Mima's vagina, thanking her for the food that came out of there for me to eat. The top of the snow-capped mountain in the distance was already glowing red by the sun, and the fog had disappeared without a trace at some point. The lake in the distance was as calm and clear as yesterday, and as deep as Mima's emerald.

At this time, the male wild donkeys stood around in a black mass. One after another, they penetrated between Mima's plump buttocks. She knelt down with her big belly almost touching the ground, and some sticky water flowed out from the crack between her thighs. I raised the camera, adjusted the distance, and pressed the shutter button repeatedly. Mima let out a tearful cry.

Wild male donkeys were everywhere, dozens of them braying and scrambling for the position. There was also a group of wild sheep standing outside the male donkeys. They considered themselves inferior to the wild donkeys and none of them dared to come forward. They watched and sniffed from a distance, waiting for the male donkeys to finish venting.

The Tianjiaotai hills were filled with donkeys and rams. One of Mima's husbands, Lao Er, kept throwing the vaginal blood, vaginal fluid and urine he received from Mima's body into them. The air was filled with the pungent smell of a woman's crotch, and I suddenly realized: yin and yang attract each other, and this will arouse the male donkey's and the ram's sexual interest in this female.

After the donkeys had their turn, the rams rushed forward again. When Mima's baby finally came out of her vagina, she had fainted several times. I looked at my watch and saw that more than ten hours had passed. It's getting dark.
I should go back, the soldiers are still waiting for me. He said he had borrowed the boat. He said he would accompany me to go fishing in the lake tomorrow.

Mima gave birth to a son for the old brothers and continued to be their wife for them to abuse.

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After taking a lot of photos of Tianjiao, I continued my journey westward across the prairie. In the distance, I saw a high mountain with snow on it, and the surrounding hills rose and fell. It looks like we have to climb the mountain.

This is deep in the Trans-Bactrian steppe, with many lakes, making it an ideal place to photograph the grassland scenery. However, the rivers are crisscrossed and you often end up unable to get out once you get in. By the time we climbed a mountain, the sun had already rolled down the horizon.
I quickly looked around in the light of the sky. The way back was already dark. Ahead was the grassland, which was all dark.
There were no fireworks at all.

We have to camp outdoors again tonight. I no longer looked for worldly affairs and just chose a ventilated place on the top of the slope to sit down.

After I had finished the biscuits I had bought in Bangor, I took out two pieces of curds from my coat pocket. They were made from Mima's milk after she had given birth. The two old brothers gave them to me, and there were quite a few of them. I had been eating them all the way. The Asian Aryans often entertained guests with the breast milk of their own women, as women were the same as sheep. The milk residue will become soft if you keep it in your mouth for a while, and it has a strong milk flavor.

This smell is something men are born to like.