Dark clouds pressed low over Jiujiang, heavy and suffocating, as if the sky itself was mourning. Rain hammered the narrow alley in relentless sheets, soaking Chen Ge's jacket until the fabric clung cold and heavy to his skin. He crouched before the ruined cardboard box, umbrella forgotten on the ground, water streaming down his face. The white cat's golden eyes never left him, wary and exhausted, but Chen Ge's mind was elsewhere. The lottery shop owner's surrender replayed in slow motion: the broom clattering away, the sudden collapse of rage into pure terror. Normal people fought harder when cornered; they didn't fold like paper dolls the moment they met his gaze. What exactly had the man seen in Chen Ge's eyes to make him whimper like that?
A chill that had nothing to do with the rain crawled up Chen Ge's spine. When he had pinned the man down, an icy current had pulsed behind his own pupils, sharp and alien. Yin Yang Vision. The black phone's description had always been frustratingly vague—"see what ordinary people cannot"—but ever since Zhang Ya had detonated half a mirror monster's body into his eyes, something had changed. The skill had evolved, deepened, gained new teeth. Yet the phone offered no update, no explanation. Chen Ge only knew that in that moment of anger, the gaze he turned on the man had felt less than human. He rubbed his face, water and rainwater mixing, and let out a long breath. The stress was piling up—Trial Missions, sleepless nights, ghosts that bled real blood. Maybe his reflexes had simply sharpened into something darker.
Ever since the black phone first appeared, genuine rest had become a luxury. Days bled into nights of daily missions or the far deadlier Trial Missions, each one carving another notch into his nerves. But the rewards were undeniable: visitor numbers climbing, glowing reviews spreading across forums, the Haunted House slowly clawing its way out of obscurity. He told himself the exhaustion was worth it, that every scar and sleepless hour was building something his parents would have been proud of. Still, crouching in a filthy alley at night, shielding a dying cat from the rain, Chen Ge felt the weight of it all pressing down like the storm clouds above.
Ten minutes passed. The rain showed no mercy. Chen Ge shone his phone's flashlight into the corner again. The beam cut through the downpour, illuminating the sodden box. Water had already breached the bottom, forming a growing hole. The white cat, once arched and defiant, now lay collapsed on her side, blood mixing with rainwater, her flank rising in shallow, desperate breaths. The four kittens beside her were motionless, tiny bodies already stiffening in the cold. Their mother's paw still curled protectively over them, as if she could shield them from death itself. The sight punched the air from Chen Ge's lungs. I can't just leave her to die like this.
Without another thought, he shrugged off his soaked jacket, bundling the cat and her lifeless kittens inside the thick fabric. The mother hissed weakly as he lifted the bundle, but she was too far gone to fight. Chen Ge cradled the warm, trembling weight against his chest and bolted out of the alley, shoes splashing through puddles, rain lashing his face. He flagged down a taxi on the main road, sliding into the backseat with the bundle held close. "Nearest 24-hour pet hospital—fast," he told the driver, voice rough. The car lurched forward, tires hissing on wet asphalt. Ten minutes later, the taxi screeched to a halt outside a brightly lit clinic, its sign glowing defiantly against the storm. Chen Ge paid with one hand and ran through the automatic doors, jacket clutched tight, the faint, stubborn heartbeat of the white cat the only thing keeping the night from swallowing him whole.
A bold "Closed" sign dangled from the glass door of the quiet pet hospital, its red letters swaying slightly in the evening breeze, but Chen Ge pressed his face against the cool glass and peered inside, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. Behind the counter sat a stunning woman, her round face accentuating her exquisite features—plump red lips that begged to be kissed, flawless white teeth peeking through a subtle smile, and shoulder-length hair that framed her pure, lively, and irresistibly cute appearance. Her eyes were gently closed, her long lashes casting delicate shadows on her flushed cheeks, and her entire body seemed utterly absorbed in a private, euphoric moment. The dim lighting of the clinic cast a soft, golden glow over her skin, highlighting the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply, lost in her own world. The air visible through the glass carried a faint, clinical scent mixed with something warmer, more intimate, and Chen Ge's pulse quickened as he realized the opportunity before him. Quietly pushing open the unlocked door, he stepped inside, carrying the bundle of clothes and the cat, his footsteps silent on the tiled floor as he approached the counter, the thrill of discovery sending a shiver of anticipation through his body.
The woman remained completely oblivious to Chen Ge's arrival, her head tilted back slightly in post-orgasmic bliss, her mind still drifting in the haze of pleasure. Chen Ge's gaze swept over the area behind the counter, and the shocking scene unfolded before him like a forbidden fantasy come to life. Her crisp white top was unbuttoned and pushed open, revealing a pair of large, perfectly round breasts that rose and fell with each breath, their prominent, alluring nipples standing erect and flushed a deep, inviting pink. Her skirt was hiked up high around her waist, exposing delicate pink lace panties that dangled loosely from one ankle, swaying gently with her subtle movements. A glistening stream of vaginal fluid trailed from her swollen vulva, soaking the chair beneath her and pooling onto the floor in a slick, shiny puddle. Nearby, a sleek vibrator lay discarded, still humming faintly, its surface coated with her essence—a clear testament to the intense, solitary masturbation session she had just indulged in. The air was thick with the musky, intoxicating scent of her arousal, mingling with the sterile smell of the clinic, creating a heady atmosphere that made Chen Ge's cock twitch with immediate, overwhelming desire.
Chen Ge carefully placed the cat and the bundle of clothes on the counter, his movements deliberate and silent as he approached the woman, who had just climaxed and now lay unconscious in her chair, her body limp and vulnerable in the afterglow. Her beautiful face was serene, lips slightly parted, a faint flush still coloring her cheeks, and the sight of her exposed, glistening body was an irresistible temptation—a ripe, sleeping fruit begging to be tasted. How could any man resist such a delectable offering? His mind raced with possibilities, his erection straining painfully against his pants as he decided on his course of action: from top to bottom, he would savor every inch of this sleeping beauty. Gently reclining her chair with a soft click, he positioned her head to hang down slightly, her long hair cascading like a silken waterfall. Standing directly in front of her, he guided her head to the side, aligning her parted lips perfectly with his crotch. With trembling anticipation, he freed his fully erect penis, thick and veiny, and held it teasingly in front of her face, the heat of his arousal radiating toward her cool skin.
With one hand supporting the back of her head, Chen Ge used the other to rub his throbbing penis against her beautiful, unconscious face, savoring the exquisite sensation of her soft, warm skin. He traced the swollen glans across her closed eyelids, leaving a glistening trail of precum, then down her flushed cheeks, over the bridge of her delicate nose, and through the silky strands of her hair, finally pausing at her cherry-like, plump red lips. The contrast of his hot, rigid flesh against her cool, serene features was electrifying, each gentle rub sending jolts of pleasure through his body. The air was thick with the musky scent of his arousal mingling with her lingering feminine fragrance, the faint hum of the discarded vibrator a subtle reminder of her recent ecstasy. Her face, so innocent in repose, was now a canvas for his desire, and the forbidden thrill of using her unconscious form heightened his excitement to an almost unbearable level. With deliberate care, he parted her soft, red lips with his fingers, prying open her neat row of white teeth, and without hesitation, thrust his penis inside with a wet, satisfying "plop," the warmth of her mouth enveloping him completely.
The woman's small, velvety mouth tightened around Chen Ge's thick penis like a perfect, custom-fit sheath, leaving not a single gap as her soft lips sealed around his shaft. Her cheeks bulged slightly with each gentle thrust, rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm, while her unconscious tongue rested warmly against his sensitive glans, occasionally brushing against it with unintentional licks that sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. Her teeth grazed lightly against the veiny "jade pillar," adding a subtle, teasing friction that made his breath hitch. Looking down at her tightly closed eyes, long lashes fluttering faintly, she remained blissfully unaware that she was giving an intense, involuntary blowjob to a complete stranger. The surreal eroticism of the moment—the beauty of her flushed face, the innocence of her sleeping expression contrasted with the lewd act—sent a surge of forbidden excitement through Chen Ge. Having such a gorgeous woman, lost in post-orgasmic slumber, service him so intimately was a rare, intoxicating privilege that few men could ever experience, and he savored every second of her unwitting devotion.
The woman's tongue moved unconsciously in her sleep, soft, wet licks that were even more tantalizing than deliberate sucking, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Chen Ge's body. The random, instinctive swirls of her tongue against his glans, combined with the warm, slick embrace of her mouth, created a sensation that was both unpredictable and utterly divine. The air was thick with the wet, rhythmic sounds of his thrusts, mingled with the faint scent of her lingering arousal and the clinical sterility of the clinic, creating a heady, forbidden atmosphere. Chen Ge held her head firmly with both hands, his fingers tangling in her silky hair as he increased the frequency of his thrusts, driving his long, thick penis deeper into her throat with each motion. Her saliva dripped copiously from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and onto her exposed breasts, glistening on her skin like liquid diamonds. The sight of her unconscious form taking him so deeply, her throat bulging slightly with each thrust, was an erotic masterpiece that pushed him closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Chen Ge's left hand was far from idle, roaming greedily over the woman's exposed body as he continued to thrust into her mouth. His fingers alternated between kneading her large, soft breasts and pinching her small, sensitive nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and forefinger until they hardened into bright red peaks. With each diligent touch, her breasts seemed to swell larger and firmer, the elastic flesh bouncing back with youthful resilience, the nipples transforming from soft pink to a vivid, erect crimson that begged for more attention. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal and the faint, clinical aroma of the clinic, the dim lighting casting erotic shadows across her glistening skin. Her unconscious body responded to his touch, her nipples pebbling under his fingers as subtle shivers ran through her, adding to the surreal pleasure of using her sleeping form. The combination of her warm mouth enveloping his cock and his hands ravaging her perfect breasts created a symphony of sensation that left Chen Ge trembling with barely contained desire.
After nearly fifty deep, rhythmic thrusts, Chen Ge felt the familiar, urgent pressure building in his balls, the urge to ejaculate surging like a tidal wave. But as a seasoned lover, he refused to release so soon, savoring the exquisite torment of her unconscious mouth. He paused his movements, letting his throbbing penis rest deep within the warm, moist cavern of her throat, feeling the intense, pulsing stimuli from her soft lips and the gentle, involuntary contractions of her tongue. The air was thick with the wet, intimate sounds of their connection, the faint hum of the discarded vibrator a subtle reminder of her earlier pleasure. Her saliva continued to drip from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and pooling on her heaving breasts, the glistening trails adding to the erotic visual feast. Chen Ge closed his eyes briefly, steadying his breathing as he reveled in the forbidden thrill of her sleeping form, the clinic's sterile silence amplifying the raw, carnal intensity of the moment.
After a short, deliberate rest, Chen Ge gripped her head firmly once more and resumed his assault with renewed vigor, his hips driving forward in a steady, powerful rhythm. The woman's face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson with each thrust, her unconscious body responding subtly to the invasion, her cheeks bulging and hollowing with the motion of his cock. The air was thick with the wet, slurping sounds of her mouth accommodating him, the faint scent of her arousal mingling with the musky aroma of his own, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped them both. Her long hair swayed gently with each movement, framing her beautiful, serene face in a halo of silk, the contrast between her innocent repose and the lewd act heightening the forbidden pleasure. The clinic's dim lighting cast erotic shadows across her glistening skin, the faint creaks of the chair amplifying the surreal intimacy as Chen Ge lost himself in the exquisite sensation of her warm, tight throat.
After nearly three hundred deep, relentless thrusts, Chen Ge's entire body convulsed as if struck by lightning, the overwhelming pleasure finally pushing him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he plunged his penis as deep as possible into the woman's throat, ejaculating in powerful, scalding spurts that flooded her mouth and esophagus. The hot, thick semen gushed forth in waves, filling her completely as he lifted her head slightly, ensuring every drop flowed down her throat. The air was thick with the musky scent of his release, the clinic's sterile silence shattered by the wet, choking sounds as the large amount of scalding semen caused the woman, still half-asleep, to choke and cough, her body stirring with the first signs of awakening. Her luminous eyes fluttered open in confusion, her throat working instinctively to swallow the unexpected flood, the sensation pulling her from the depths of her post-orgasmic slumber. The erotic intensity of the moment lingered in the air, the faint hum of the vibrator a subtle reminder of her earlier pleasure.
Chen Ge moved with lightning speed, quickly tucking his spent but still-throbbing cock back into his pants and dressing himself fully. He scooped up the cat and retreated silently to the doorway, positioning himself as if he had just entered the clinic. The air was thick with the lingering scent of their forbidden encounter, the faint creaks of the building amplifying the tension as the woman groggily awakened, her body still trembling from the dual shocks of her orgasm and the unexpected intrusion. "Ugh... cough cough... ah... sorry, we're closed. Come back tomorrow!" she stammered, her voice hoarse and confused as she opened her eyes and saw Chen Ge standing there. Surprise and deep shame flooded her beautiful features, her cheeks burning crimson as she bent down hastily to straighten her disheveled clothes, pulling her top closed and yanking her skirt down over her exposed, glistening thighs. The clinic's dim lighting cast erotic shadows across her flushed skin, the air thick with the musky evidence of her arousal and the faint taste of semen lingering on her lips, as she struggled to compose herself in front of the stranger who had witnessed—and secretly orchestrated—her most intimate moment.
Chen Ge burst through the clinic's glass doors without bothering to open his umbrella, rain streaming off him in rivulets. "Wait a minute!" he shouted, voice hoarse from the cold and urgency. The woman behind the counter (mid-twenties, hair tied in a loose ponytail, white coat still on despite the closed sign) startled and took a reflexive step backward, hand hovering near the phone. "I'm sorry, we're closed. Come back tomorrow," she said firmly, eyes flicking to the drenched, disheveled stranger clutching a muddy bundle. Chen Ge didn't slow. Water pooled at his feet as he crossed the tiled lobby. "This cat won't survive until tomorrow. Money's not an issue, please, just save it." His clothes clung to him like a second skin, hair plastered to his forehead, the desperation raw in his voice.
Zhao Wen (her nametag read Dr. Zhao Wen, Owner) hesitated, gaze dropping to the jacket in Chen Ge's arms. The fabric was soaked through with rain and blood; beneath it, the white cat's fur was caked in mud, a long, ugly gash splitting its face from ear to cheek. Its breathing came in shallow, painful rasps. "A stray?" she asked, tone softening but still cautious. Chen Ge nodded. "Yes." She studied him for another beat, then sighed. "Strays are usually feral. They lash out, especially when cornered. These wounds look deliberate, human-made. Probably because it scratched a child. You're sure you want to save it?" Chen Ge's answer was immediate, unwavering. "A few boys killed its kittens. The mother stayed in that box, guarding their bodies while they threw bricks and broken bottles. She never ran. I can't let her die for that."
Zhao Wen's expression shifted (something between respect and pity), and she unlocked the inner door. "If you insist, come in." She accepted the dripping jacket carefully, cradling the limp cat against her chest like something fragile and precious. "The four kittens are gone. I'm sorry. But if you plan to keep her, bury them properly, maybe near your home. She'll need that closure." Chen Ge nodded, water still dripping from his sleeves. "Okay." He followed her into the treatment room, the automatic doors sliding shut behind them, sealing out the storm. The clinic smelled of antiseptic and warm fur; soft whimpers and the occasional bark echoed from the kennels deeper inside.
Chen Ge lowered himself onto a plastic chair in the waiting area, elbows on knees, watching Zhao Wen work under the bright surgical lamp. She cleaned the long facial wound with steady hands, shaved fur, stitched, applied antibiotic ointment. The white cat lay motionless under the light, chest rising faintly. Chen Ge's gaze drifted to the rows of cages lining the wall (persian cats, golden retrievers, a nervous rabbit). The moment he had stepped inside, every animal had fallen eerily silent. No barking, no meowing, not even the rustle of straw. Just wide, unblinking eyes fixed on him. The hush was absolute, as though the entire clinic held its breath.
Is it me? Chen Ge wondered, rising slowly. Or is it Zhang Ya's presence lingering on my body? He approached a cage where a tabby had pressed itself into the farthest corner, ears flat, pupils blown wide. The cat trembled but made no sound. Chen Ge's thoughts returned to the white stray now on the operating table. When he had first crouched beside her box, she had not cowered. Even bleeding, even grieving, she had bared broken fangs and dared him to come closer, ready to fight to her last breath for the cold bodies of her kittens. That kind of ferocity, that refusal to yield, left a deep impression.
This cat might bring more than just companionship. The young man from Room 302 had been adamant: mirror-born creatures feared cats above all else. If even a fraction of that claim held true, the white stray (scarred, half-dead, fiercely protective) could become an unexpected weapon when he finally stepped into the blood-soaked corridors of the Third Sick Hall. Chen Ge watched Zhao Wen finish the final stitch, his soaked clothes forgotten, the storm outside reduced to a distant roar. For the first time that night, something like hope flickered in his chest.
After waiting in the quiet reception area for what felt like an eternity, boredom gnawed at Chen Ge until he could no longer sit still. He slipped silently through the half-open door into the inner treatment room of the pet hospital, the sterile scent of disinfectant mingling with something far more intoxicating. There, bent over a stainless-steel table, was Zhao Wen—her round, pert buttocks raised high as she gently cleaned the white cat with a soft towel. What stopped Chen Ge's breath was the sight beneath her short skirt: no panties, nothing at all to cover her smooth, pale cheeks or the delicate pink cleft between them. She had clearly tossed her soaked lace underwear under the counter earlier in her post-orgasm haze and never bothered to retrieve it. The soft overhead light bathed her exposed skin in a warm glow, her plump ass cheeks slightly parted from the position, revealing the tight, untouched ring of her anus and the glistening lips of her still-swollen pussy beneath. The sight sent an immediate rush of blood to Chen Ge's cock, his arousal flaring back to life with ferocious intensity.
Without a word, Chen Ge unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to his ankles, his thick, veined erection springing free, already throbbing with need. He reached into his pocket for the small bottle of lubricant he always carried—just in case—and generously coated his shaft until it gleamed slick and menacing under the fluorescent lights. Moving with predatory silence, he positioned himself directly behind the unsuspecting Zhao Wen, the fat head of his cock hovering mere millimeters from her exposed, puckered anus. The heat radiating from her body teased his sensitive tip, and he could see the faint quiver of her thighs as she remained oblivious, humming softly to the cat. Then, in one swift motion, Chen Ge seized her slender waist with both strong hands and thrust forward. The lubricated glans pressed hard against her virgin-tight ring, forcing it open with a slick pop as his entire length slid smoothly into the scorching heat of her rectum in a single, merciless stroke.
"Ah! What are you doing, you big bad guy, pull it out!" Zhao Wen's startled cry echoed through the treatment room, her body jerking forward against the table as the sudden, burning intrusion stretched her untouched back passage. The white cat leapt away in fright while Zhao Wen instinctively clenched, trying to push the massive invader out, her delicate fingers gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. Her voice trembled with shock and pain, yet beneath the protest Chen Ge could hear the faint quiver of something else—something needy.
Chen Ge only grinned, leaning over her trembling back, his chest pressing against her as he kept her pinned. He began to move slowly, deliberately dragging his slick shaft out until just the head remained inside, then pushing back in with controlled depth. Hot breath against her ear, he whispered, "I saw everything you were doing out there, you little vixen… touching yourself like that, coming so hard you passed out. You're starving for cock, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll take good care of both your lonely holes." His voice was low, filthy, dripping with dominance as his hips rolled in a steady, invasive rhythm.
"Ah… gently, gently… you're lying, I… I'm not lonely!" Zhao Wen whimpered, but the protest was weak, her body betraying her as her hips began to rock ever so slightly backward to meet his thrusts. Her voice cracked with each push, the initial sharp pain already melting into a strange, full-body heat that made her toes curl inside her shoes. She was soft by nature—sweet, yielding—and the way her tight rectal walls fluttered around his cock told Chen Ge everything he needed to know.
With a low growl of satisfaction, Chen Ge suddenly gripped her plush buttocks hard, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, and yanked her backward onto his cock while simultaneously slamming forward with all his strength. "Ah!" Zhao Wen screamed as the full length of his massive shaft buried itself to the hilt inside her ass, the sudden stretch forcing her eyes wide and her mouth open in a perfect O of shock and overwhelmed sensation. The table creaked beneath them, instruments clattering as her body jerked forward from the force.
"No! No! Please pull it out! My backside has never… it's my first time there, it hurts so much! It hurts so much! Please pull it out!" she begged, tears welling in her large, innocent eyes, her voice trembling as the burning fullness threatened to split her apart. Her small hands reached back, pushing weakly at his thighs, but the motion only made her ass clench tighter around him, drawing a guttural moan from Chen Ge's throat.