Chen Li faces devastation upon discovering Mei's humiliation at the hands of her uncle and other men, while their love and grief intertwine in a silence filled with secrets.
Chen Li sat in his study, surrounded by scrolls and ancient books, preparing for the upcoming imperial exam. The evening light filtered through the windows, casting dancing shadows on the wooden walls. But his mind wasn't on the characters or the poems he was to recite. His secret, that weight he carried inside, consumed him. The image of his wife, Mei, and his uncle, the man who had invaded his home and his life, wouldn't leave him.
In the next room, Mei was on her knees, her slender body and generous breasts exposed for all to see. Her uncle, a middle-aged man with a sturdy, hairy body, was naked, his testicles hanging heavily between his thighs. Mei used her tongue skillfully, licking and sucking every inch of his skin, from his chest to his thighs. Her moans filled the room, a sound that Chen Li found both familiar and painful.
Chen Li's uncle, with a lascivious smile, groped Mei's bottom, squeezing her buttocks tightly as she continued with her task. The family, sitting nearby, watched with a mixture of indifference and approval. To them, Chen Li was a fool, a man who didn't deserve a woman like Mei. They believed that their uncle, despite his behavior, had the right to enjoy the pleasures Chen Li couldn't offer.
Mei looked up, her eyes meeting Chen Li's through the half-open door. For a moment, Chen Li saw a flicker of something in her gaze: was it regret? Or perhaps enjoyment? He couldn't be sure. Then Mei returned to her task, her mouth surrounding her uncle's member, sucking and licking eagerly.
Chen Li's uncle let out a grunt of pleasure, his hand tangled in Mei's hair as he guided her in his rhythm. The room was filled with obscene sounds: Mei's moans, her uncle's grunts, and the occasional whisper of approval from the onlookers. Chen Li felt dizzy, his heart pounding in his chest.
Suddenly, her uncle stood up, his member erect and glistening with Mei's saliva. He walked over to Chen Li, who was frozen in the doorway, and slapped him contemptuously on the cheek. "Look what you're missing, nephew," he said with a mocking laugh. "Your wife is an insatiable whore, and I love every minute of it."
Mei, still on her knees, smiled at Chen Li, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Please, Chen Li," she whispered, her voice heavy with meaning. "Recite one of your poems. Do it for me."
Chen Li, his hands trembling, opened a scroll and began to recite an ancient poem of love and loss. His voice, though steady, trembled slightly, revealing the storm raging within. As the words flowed from his lips, the men in the room, including his uncle, approached Mei.
One by one, they unbuttoned their pants, their erect members pointing at her. Mei, with a submissive expression, stood and knelt in front of them, offering her mouth and body. The men entered her without ceremony, her moans and whispers filling the room. Chen Li, wide-eyed, watched as the semen pooled in Mei's pussy, dripping down her thighs as the men filled her again and again.
The crowd, made up of family and friends, mocked Chen Li, calling him "the great scholar" in voices filled with contempt. "Look how your wife enjoys herself, Chen Li," they said. "She prefers real men, not a coward like you."
Chen Li, his hands clenched into fists, felt his pants dampen. The sight of Mei—his Mei—being filled by other men excited and humiliated him at the same time. He wondered if her silence was cowardice or wisdom, if her pain was invisible or simply ignored.
Amidst the chaos, her uncle approached Mei, who was on her knees, her body trembling from multiple orgasms. With one swift movement, her uncle urinated on her, his hot stream falling on her breasts and face. Mei, her eyes closed, drank the liquid, her lips curling into a submissive smile.
The other men, inspired by their uncle's actions, followed suit, urinating on Mei and laughing as they did so. Chen Li, heartbroken, watched as his wife became the center of their degradation, drinking and enjoying the humiliation.
When the last man finished, Mei stood up, her body glistening with the fluids covering it. She approached Chen Li, her gaze intense and filled with conflicting emotions. "Chen Li," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. "Someday you will understand. Someday you will know why I do this."
Chen Li, his eyes brimming with tears, nodded silently. He didn't know if his secret would be his liberation or his downfall, but at that moment, all he could do was watch, feel, and wonder if he would ever find peace amidst the chaos surrounding him.
Night fell, and the house fell into an awkward silence. Chen Li, alone in his study, sat on the floor, hugging his knees. The image of Mei, her body covered in semen and urine, wouldn't leave him. He wondered if his love for her was enough to endure the humiliation, or if her silence would consume him completely.
In the next room, Mei lay on the bed, her body exhausted but content. Her uncle, now fully dressed, watched her with a satisfied smile. "You're an extraordinary whore, Mei," he said, his voice full of admiration. "Chen Li doesn't know what she's got."
Mei, her eyes closed, smiled slightly. "Maybe not," she whispered. "But one day, she'll know."
The moon shone in the sky, casting a silvery light over the house. Chen Li, his heart heavy, wondered if that day would ever come, and if he would be ready to face the truth when it did. For now, his secret remained hidden, a weight only he could bear.