Chapter 1 Plan

My name is Liu Yanxin, I am 29 years old this year. The strange story I want to tell happened three years ago.

By then, I was already married.

After marriage, he became a full-time housewife.

My husband Zhang Yong and I are college alumni. He is two classes older than me. We are in love freely in college and are one of the few couples on campus who can enter the marriage hall after graduation.

My husband was born in a working family with a very traditional concept and was the only son of three generations of single-passing generations in the family. So after we spent two years of sweet marriage, having children and passing on the family line became our most important family task.

Actually, I also like children very much. It is also my dream to raise children with my husband and live a simple and happy life together.

We officially started the human creation plan.Whenever I ovulate, my husband works hard on me and sows the seeds of his life deeply into my body.

While we enjoy a happy life, we are also looking forward to the Cute buds of new life.

However, God has disappointed us again and again.We began to try various conditioning, treatments, and even some ridiculous folk remedies.

After countless failures, we decided to use IVF technology to fulfill our wishes, but the tests before IVF surgery completely shattered our hopes: I am normal, but my husband is a patient with azoospermia, and he is destined to have his own offspring!

Even if he accepted the reality that he would never have children, his family would not accept it. His father was suffering from cancer. Although his condition was still controlled with the help of modern medical technology, his obsession with holding a grandson was undoubtedly his greatest spiritual pillar to fight the disease.

Borrowing seeds and using other people's sperm to help me nurture a new life seems to have become our only choice.

This was proposed by my husband, and at the beginning, I firmly opposed it.

It's so nonsense to be pregnant with a stranger's child!

My husband convinced me that first of all, his father may have lived a lifespan of a few years. Holding a grandson can not only satisfy his wishes, but also help him with subsequent treatment; secondly, we all like children and think that children are necessary components of a perfect family. Although the children borrowed seeds do not have his blood relationship, they are really my flesh and blood. This feeling is incomparable to adopting children, and he will also love my children as much as he loves his biological flesh and blood.

Everything my husband said is reasonable, helping me to remove the obstacles in my heart.

But how to borrow seeds has become a problem.

At first we turned to the sperm bank of the hospital's reproductive center. While waiting for the doctor's consultation, I happened to see two migrant workers coming out of the sperm collection room. They were dirty all over, with a deer-headed and a deer-headed and a wretched look on their faces.

My heart sank. Do I want to use such a man’s sperm?

So in communication with the doctor, I specifically asked questions about the sperm owner, and the doctor's answer disappointed me.

The hospital is only responsible for testing whether the sperm donor has genetic diseases and the quality of sperm. There is no requirement for the sperm donor's own appearance, physique, intelligence, emotional intelligence, occupation, education, and social experience.

Moreover, doctors revealed that most of the sperm donors are from the lower class and migrant workers who live in relatively poor life.

It seemed like a gamble, and God knows what kind of appearance and personality I would give birth to with such sperm.

The key is that I can't afford to lose Ah!I want a healthy, smart and beautiful baby, this is the bottom line!

On the way home, my husband kept fiddling with his cell phone and didn't say anything. I knew he was as worried as me.

When I went to bed at night, I snuggled up to my husband, gently rubbed his arms with my soft breasts, gently stroked his lower abdomen, and then slid down and gently rubbed his huge balls, but he seemed to have no reaction, and my little brother was still hanging softly on the back of my hand.

Since my husband learned that he has azoospermia, his sexual interest has decreased greatly. We have not been intimate for more than a month.I sighed softly, turned around quietly, ready to go to bed.

But my husband came over, hugged me, and whispered in my ear: I have a way.

What?I didn't react for a moment.

Have a child Ah... I thought of a way, you can try it.

Ah, what method?I quickly turned over and faced him.But he seemed a little afraid to look me in the eyes.

Well, I think we're going to find the right person ourselves His eyes flashed.

Find it yourself?How to find it, what should I do if I find it? Could it be...I want to do it with him...that?I think it's ridiculous, and when I get anxious, I ask questions like a bead cannon.

This, this, don’t worry, listen to me, I have a way, and I will never give my wife to others for enjoyment.

Say it quickly!

We can use dating software to find the right person, meet first, understand and confirm the other party's situation, if it is appropriate, we can tell him the truth, and if he is willing to help us, we can even pay a sum to thank him.

Then how can you not do it with him and get his semen? It needs fresh!I still don't understand.

On the way back, I found a solution online.He masturbated himself, shot the semen into a clean cup, and immediately used a syringe to draw fresh semen and injected them into the deep part of the woman's vagina.

He paused and added that there were many successful cases mentioned online

Well, I'll ponder for a while, it seems to be a solution

A big deal, there was finally a feasible solution, and my husband and I felt a lot more relaxed.

My husband gently hugged me and naturally began to caress my plump breasts, and my lust was immediately ignited.

I held his little brother and stroked it back and forth, feeling him pulsating hard in my palm.

Soon, my husband's little brother became the size and hardness I was familiar with.

I lay down on my back, spread my legs, and my husband immediately came to me.

As soon as I used my fingers to separate my wet vaginal opening, my husband pushed hard, and his thick thing immediately penetrated my body deeply.

The familiar feeling of fullness and fullness came back, and I couldn't help but gasp.

My husband gently pulled out a little of the penis tightly held by my vagina, and then immediately inserted it vigorously, this time he inserted it into the deepest part of my vagina.

I moaned unrestrainedly, and my husband began to thrust vigorously with the rhythm of my moaning.Under the lubrication of love fluid, every time he enters and leaves, he brings me happiness.

A few minutes later, his happiness accumulated to the pinnacle, and the big guy reached his limit in my vagina, and he also began to breathe in a low voice.

I habitually tried my best to spread my legs and lifted my hips upwards so that every impact could penetrate deeper into the deepest part. Finally, my husband thrust a few times, and then his little brother pulsed vigorously and sprayed the semen into the depths of my vagina.

Afterwards, my husband fell asleep quickly after being released, but I lost my sleepiness.

It's almost two months, and I'm going to sleep with my husband's semen for the first time. Although I haven't reached the peak yet, I should be very satisfied.

In the near future, a strange seed will take root and sprout on my fertile land, and the future seems to be beginning to get better again.