「ザキさん、こんなクソ寒い夜中になんの用ですか」 空気も凍るような寒さの夜、理由も告げずに俺を稽古場へ呼び出した小劇団の先輩、崎山に不満を隠さず声を掛けた。そこは、稽古場というより廃倉庫といったほうがしっくりくるボロ屋で、風が吹かないだけ外よりマシという状況だった。貧乏劇団ゆえ暖房器具など置いてすらない。 「おう、すまねぇな、森田。ちょっと見せたいもんがあってな」 「金貸してくれってのは無しですよ」 「そんなんじゃねぇよ。芝居の話だ、芝居の」 崎山はもう四十も半ば、芽の出ない役者だ。売れない理由は、今時となっては珍しい「飲む」「打つ」「買う」と三拍子を見事に揃えた素行の悪さが、業界中に知れ渡っているせいだった。どこぞの脚本家の奥さんに横恋慕して旦那に殺されかけただの、賭場で負けて裸で電車に乗って留置所に入れられ...
第一章 人妻修理工 "侄子，麻烦你了啊！" "你二舅妈这段时间又「坏了」......一直吵着要我肏她，真是没办法。" 一位大腹便便的中年人对着客厅正在站立后入自己美娇妻的小家伙说道。 站在小凳子上才够着少妇的小家伙一巴掌拍在了身前这个长腿舅妈的大屁股上。 "二舅，你太客气了，我可是你亲侄子，这么生分干什么，即使舅妈没坏，也可以叫我帮忙维护，反正我们家离得又不远。" 以前是天生丽质网红美女的舅妈被自己的小侄子撞得一颤一颤地。 站立前屈抱腿姿势就是站着弯腰向下，抱住自己的腿，也多亏二舅妈经常练习瑜伽才能穿着性感的黑丝逆兔女郎才能做出。 这样美丽的二舅妈还能从那双被分开的黑丝美腿中央，看到自己依旧的被站在小凳子上的小侄子用红到发紫的大撑开后不断的样子，甚至有...
Although it's unknown whether writing a CYOA in chinese can be acceptted or not, I shall just have a try then. 你的名字是鹨鹨（liu四声），脑中充斥幻想的年轻女孩，今年20的你真正来到了一个充斥着sex元素和怪物的世界，我猜你一定为这件事高兴不已，毕竟这可以好好填满一下你的想法和下面的小黑洞了，不是吗？你有着一头很棒的中长黑发，胸围是Bcup，身高164cm，有一只弹性十足和足够宽阔的屁股，手感一级棒，人人都喜欢对她做些什么。带有一定程度的色情吸引力，种族是犬妖~也就是说是一只原汁原味的母狗。 本来是今天是睡懒觉的绝佳天气，但你楼上楼下不断传出的奇怪震动不停影响着你安稳的睡眠，促使一边往墙上扔枕头，一...
An author's note: This story was planned as erotic horror but since the first chapter didn't to show much of that, I decided to publish it on IR. This chapter isn't pure horror but the plan is to make it more so with each chapter as it suits the story, and in general the story will get a bit heavier. There's rape mentions and discussions on this chapter and...
Mitwirkende Personen Benjamin McLachlan婴儿制造商-Kräuter Babymacher-Kräuter Lady Annerose Austen 厚厚一摞-Öl dicker-Pfahl-Öl ihre Tochter, Charlotte Austen肿胀药草 Schwellkraut ihre Nichte Gwenwhyfar Miller die Freundin von Charlotte Diandra Withersporn Die Hausdame Jane Rufford (schinant) Die Köchin Aislin O'Sullivan, rothaarig sehr erfahren Das Lehrmädchen Ma...
一 "What, no way this place was built on execution grounds! You're kidding, right?" Marco asked in a cynical tone, his eyes thinned. Then he hung his head back down to his plate, picked awkwardly with his chopsticks through a heap of oily sliced cabbages slathered in red chilis and chopped garlic. "Nope, it's true, I heard it from Jim, the Chinese teacher w...
二十 "Reactionary," a stentorian voice bellowed at me the minute I walked into my apartment, and I saw there was a pile of letters strewn about my kitchen table. The papers were yellowed with age. They were written in Chinese, in a smeared, dark red ink. I sat down, looked them over. Used translation software on my phone to scan, translate them. They wer...
Taylor was born and raised in Grayson, Kentucky, a rural, scenic little town with a population of about 4,000. He'd had a fairly typical small-town American life, was handsome, outgoing and popular and played wide receiver on the football team in high school. He'd dreamed of playing in the NFL, being a superstar athlete, marrying a supermodel, or marrying...
The heavy silver security gate swung back to reveal the open street. It did not reveal the beginnings of a bright and sunny day. The time was ten minutes to eight in the morning but the impenetrable grey hanging from the sky gave no impression of that time, rather that everyone had awaken to dusk. This was not unusual for an especially cool Taipei morning, o...
四 The nightmares fit a pattern. I'd be in my apartment building's corridor, find myself in vivid encounters with angry, confused souls, mostly men, wearing dark blue prison clothes with a bar code like number on the front and back of their shirts. They were in pain, these men. Physical pain. Psychic pain. Many were riddled full of bullet holes, and they w...