Why Is Fate So Cruel To Me?

Although Taylor wasn't wearing glasses, the extremely close distance, combined with the prolonged lovemaking and the gradual fading of the alcohol's effects, made her mind much clearer than before.

The outline of Jake's face gradually came into focus.

Taylor's pupils suddenly contracted. "You... you're not my husband..."

"Who are you..."

The sensation of his lips, the shape of his face, and the difference in his eyebrows made Taylor realize the man before her wasn't her husband. She quickly pulled away from his lips.

Jake, who was at a critical moment, was startled by his aunt's struggle and opened his lust-filled eyes.

Instantly, their gazes met.

"Wife, what's wrong?" Jake still uttered the term of endearment.

"Jake!"

"No... don't..." Taylor let out a shameful scream.

Jake also sensed something was wrong. Staring into his aunt's clear almond-shaped eyes, his mind seemed to short-circuit for a moment. His aunt's awakening didn't make him stop.

Instead, his release surged forth. Despite his aunt's protests of "No, don't, Jake," the thick, scalding liquid burst out like the grandest firework in the world, shooting forth in its most dazzling form.

The viscous semen carved its own path through his aunt's abundant fluids, forcefully spraying deep into the core of her womb.

"Oh... Jake..."

The searing semen, like an iron, soothed and scorched Taylor's core, making her moan in a way that filled her with shame and terror, even though she was fully aware of the situation she was in.

When Jake came to his senses, he realized that his aunt's illogical moans earlier weren't unconscious reactions but her speaking through her "inner voices" the whole time!

His aunt had been awake for a while!

The tone of the "inner voices" was identical to her actual voice, but one required ears to hear, while the other had to be felt with the heart.

Lost in the throes of passion, Jake hadn't noticed these subtle details. But now that it had happened, the focus was on how to resolve it.

"Auntie, I..." Jake wrestled internally before finally uttering those words.

Shame, unease, terror, disappointment... Taylor stared at Jake in disbelief.

The once clever and obedient student, the polite boyfriend of Mia, the considerate young man, all of it felt like a fragile illusion they had woven together, now shattered into pieces in an instant.

Slap... A not-too-light, not-too-heavy slap landed on Jake's face.

Before Jake could even explain, Taylor hurriedly pushed him away, her legs momentarily weak as she nearly collapsed to the floor.

Looking at her torn nude stockings, the discarded white mermaid skirt, her disheveled top, smelling the familiar yet foreign scent in the air, feeling the stickiness on her body, the mixture of her fluids and his semen trickling down her thighs, even through the stockings, she could clearly feel the viscous liquid sliding over her skin.

Grief and humiliation, pain and despair, complex emotions swirled inside her like a washing machine, mercilessly tangled together.

Instinctively covering her chest, tears blurred her vision. Countless words flashed through her mind, but in the end, all she could hoarsely scream was, "Get out!"

Then, without a second thought, Taylor rushed into the bathroom. Thud... The sound of the bathroom door slamming against the frame echoed from afar.

Jake sat frozen on the sofa, his dazed eyes flickering with regret and self-blame. His aunt's heart-wrenching, agonized voice kept replaying in his mind.

For a long, long time.

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Bathroom.

A bathtub roughly the size of an adult lay horizontally at the far end.

Above the bathtub, a metal rack was fixed, holding various bathing products like shampoo, body wash, and others, both large and small.

Next to the metal rack stood a complete shower system. A showerhead the size of a dinner plate sprayed hot water with a "splash... splash... whoosh..." sound.

Steam rose densely, floating above the bathroom and drifting between the lights, turning the bright white rays hazy and full of mystery.

Water droplets fell like rain from above, forming a natural arc before landing on the white tiles, chaotic and noisy.

A faint sob mingled within the sounds, compelling one to listen closely.

Following the source of the noise, a fair-skinned woman could be seen curled up on the cold tiles beside the bathtub, her legs bent and pressed against her chest, her head buried between her knees and chest.

Her fingers and toes were painted with pink nail polish, shimmering with a seductive glow in this misty space.

But upon closer inspection, the woman's light blue round-neck shirt was already damp and darkened, her hair disheveled.

The lower half of her body was bare, with only a pair of completely sheer flesh-colored stockings that had been roughly torn apart.

Between her thighs, traces of a milky-white fluid could be seen slipping from the triangular area of her yellow panties, quietly spreading onto the smooth tiles.

Clearly, the woman had recently engaged in intercourse with a man.

...

It was hard to describe the emotions Taylor felt in her current situation.

She was tall, with a stunningly beautiful appearance, came from a wealthy family, and had been a teacher for over a decade, beloved by her students. Yet now, she had met such a tragic end.

The sound of the shower spraying water echoed in her ears, the massive flow cascading down like a waterfall.

The drain gurgled as bubbles rose, some of the hot water unable to escape quickly enough, pooling slowly before spreading outward. Eventually, the water reached Taylor's feet.

The warm, cool sensation against her soles finally dragged Taylor, who had been unwilling to face reality and was utterly distraught, back to the present.

"Husband, Mia, Jake..." The people she had grown familiar with over this time flashed through Taylor's mind like fleeting blossoms.

"Why, why is fate so cruel to me?" Taylor sobbed inwardly, questioning the heavens.

She buried her head deeper, her heart aching. Her weak limbs and swollen lower body seemed to remind her not to escape the truth, had she really been raped by Jake? Or had she lost control after drinking?

They say that when people are in extreme despair or on the verge of ending their lives, they recall their entire lives.

Taylor pressed her legs against her ears, as if this could block out all external sounds.

"She was born into a wealthy family, with an older sister. As the second child, she was doted on by everyone, spending a joyful childhood. During college, her freshly graduated sister was married off to her current brother-in-law under their parents' arrangements. Since it was a family alliance, she didn't approve. Until one day, it was her turn. She argued with her parents for the first time, just to marry the man she loved. In the end, after threatening to take her own life, she got her wish but this was the beginning of her nightmare."

"Her parents were heartbroken by her actions and cut off all contact. Though only her sister attended the wedding, she had no regrets."

"As time passed, her sister's children were born one after another, while her own belly remained unchanged. She and her boyfriend both underwent checkups, but neither had any issues. At first, her boyfriend comforted her kindly, but under the constant complaints of his parents, his true nature gradually emerged."

"He was a mama's boy, with somewhat feudalistic views. He believed that since she couldn't bear children for the family, she had lost the purpose of a woman. Thus, endless criticism fell upon her."

"She was in pain, grief-stricken, unable to sleep at night. Over time, she began to doubt herself, she couldn't conceive! Her boyfriend's disappointment and her in-laws' scorn pushed her to the brink of a mental breakdown!"

"That day, he secretly brought a young woman home. At first, they were discreet, but soon they became brazen. Gentle by nature, she still hoped to give him a chance to change his ways, but it was all in vain."

"Until he confessed that the woman he brought home was pregnant. In that moment, her world collapsed. From doubting herself to confirming the truth, she realized she might never win him back."

"In the end, she chose to flee, but a sliver of hope remained in her heart. She longed for his awakening, just as she had once married him without hesitation, hoping he would come to his senses."

"But she overestimated his love!"

"She thought her sister's marriage lacked love, that the couple would eventually fall apart. Unexpectedly, their bond grew stronger over time, deepening their love for each other, while the affection she had pursued was as fragile as a bubble."

Ridiculous, pitiful!

Was this her punishment? Defiled by a former student, her niece's boyfriend, either identity was a devastating blow to Taylor.