The nightmare that came as a result of *** (boiling water with ice)

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Introduction: ***, an old yet ever-relevant topic. In today's extremely open society, regardless of your opinion or whether you agree with it, such things and such people happen in our lives, perhaps even right next to you. However, such behavior is still unacceptable to ethics and society, and behind it lies a multitude of crises. The purpose of writing this novel is to add a piece of ice to these people whose minds are as hot as boiling water, to cool them down. Fashion Home Club Membership Rules:
1. Fashion Home Club is a private club. All members join voluntarily and are free to come and go. We hope all members can fully enjoy the joys of life.
2. Couples joining must have a bachelor's degree or above, high quality and cultural refinement, and stable employment and income. 3. Couples joining
must have harmonious families, a good marital relationship, and no extramarital affairs.
4. Couples joining must present their marriage certificate, ID card, and a health certificate from a hospital.
5. Members are not allowed to have private contact or communication, and are prohibited from participating in small activities outside the club or contacting each other alone.
6. For the club's twice-monthly group activities, those who cannot attend must notify the club two days in advance.
7. Costs for each activity will be split equally (AA system). Alcohol consumption and eating foods with strong odors are prohibited during activities.
8. Club internal affairs will be kept strictly confidential. The location and format of social events will be discussed and decided democratically by members online.
9. Introducing friends, colleagues, or relatives to the club is prohibited. Members are not allowed to discuss anything related to the club with outsiders.
10. Upon joining, members must contribute sincerity, honesty, enthusiasm, love, and ten RMB.
Kaige: Love has an expiration date. After that, love becomes bland. My marriage is good, but our sex life has become increasingly mechanical. I joined this club to find new sparks.
Tao Mingxiao: We've safely passed the so-called seven-year itch, and our sex life is still harmonious. But we both want to know what happens outside of our marriage. It's probably just curiosity. Life is really stressful, and this is a way for us to find some release. That's the original intention behind creating this club.
Pengfei: A lover is like a beverage; it tastes sweet while you drink it, but leaves a sour aftertaste, and drinking too much will cause toothache. **Is also like dirty water; drinking it will make you sick. So I don't touch beverages or dirty water. My purpose in joining this club is simple: I want to enrich my personal life, add some excitement, so I have something to reminisce about in my spare time.
Kaige, editor at the Evening News; his wife Wang Hui, senior teacher
; Tao Mingxiao, chief anesthesiologist; his wife Xu Min, pathologist
; Jiang Pengfei, general manager of Oriental Shopping Mall; his wife Han Ping, senior bank employee.
Three successful individuals from society, three harmonious families, a fashionable home club—these three unrelated families are connected, and thus, a web of entanglements and grudges unfolds.
It was another ordinary weekend, another routine of marital intimacy. Kaige, feeling utterly bored, ejaculated inside his wife. He rolled over onto the pillow, his lower body sticky and uncomfortable, but too lazy to wash. He squinted at the chandelier on the ceiling, its orange light filling the room with an ambiguous atmosphere, but Kaige felt no enjoyment. He had been distracted throughout the evening's intimacy. Before going to bed, the "Fashionable Home Club" he'd seen online had reignited his intense curiosity and desire. So, while his body was on top of his wife, his mind was preoccupied with how to test her reaction to the club.
He knew his woman too well. His wife, Wang Hui, was a devoted homemaker, even somewhat conservative in her views. For her, intimacy was her greatest joy; it seemed that sex with her husband was the biggest entertainment in her life, and every weekend night was a holiday for her. But Kaige gradually felt his strength waning. He knew it wasn't a problem with his body; the problem lay in how familiar he was with his wife. He felt he knew her body better than his own. He could sense the extent of her arousal from every movement and glance during sex, even the subtle changes in her moans. This familiarity was dangerous. Men are visual creatures driven by a thirst for novelty and excitement; too much familiarity breeds numbness. So, after seeing the membership rules of that trendy online community for white-collar workers—a place he initially found somewhat laughable—his heart began to stir. He no longer found the club ridiculous; he even started to yearn for it and think about it. Although he knew his wife, a teacher, would definitely disagree with his idea, and it might even spark a local conflict, he couldn't help but want to mention it to her. He remembered Bing'er's often-quoted saying: "Speaking brings three-tenths of the benefit." Speaking gives you a 50% chance of success; not speaking gives you no hope at all.
A warm, damp towel was applied to Kaige's lower body. He turned to look at his wife, who was cleaning up his mess. A flush still lingered on her cheeks. Seeing her happily busy herself with him, Kaige felt a pang of shame, even a slight contempt for his own thoughts. He reached out and pulled his wife onto the bed, turning to embrace her and burying his face between her breasts. He gently traced circles in her cleavage with the tip of his tongue—his favorite way to relax after sex. Kaige was obsessed with women's breasts; to him, they were the most secure haven. When they first got married, he often told his wife that her breasts were his home. Unfortunately, he wasn't so obsessed with that home anymore.
When Kaige buried his head in his wife's breasts, his wife, Wang Hui, would gently pinch his earlobe with her soft hands. She liked to touch his ears, saying they were soft like gold ingots, and often jokingly asked him why he wasn't afraid of her with such soft ears.
The relaxed atmosphere made Kaige gradually become a little drowsy. His tongue, which had been moving in circles, stopped moving. His wife touched his ear and whispered something that sounded like a thunderbolt to him. He was so shocked he almost bit his tongue off. He looked up at his wife, bewildered, and rubbed his ear in disbelief, asking her blankly what she had just said.
Wang Hui, seeing her stunned husband, repeated the question, "Are you very interested in joining that *** club?"
Looking at Wang Hui's calm face and pondering her question, Kaige felt truly dizzy. Wang Hui raised an eyebrow, her meaning clear; she was waiting for Kaige's answer. Wasn't this what he had wanted to say all night? Why was he panicking now that his wife had said it? He coughed awkwardly, sat up against the headboard, and stared into Wang Hui's eyes. He noticed that his wife's gaze was also flustered and evasive; her calmness was superficial. This calmed his anxious heart slightly. He pulled his wife up, letting her lean on his shoulder, his large hand resting on her shoulder, gently kneading her soft breasts. He tentatively asked, "Why would you think that?" "
I've noticed you've been going to that website a lot lately, and haven't you noticed yourself? You've been a bit distracted these past few days."
Kaige's hand stopped kneading her breasts, and he stared into his wife's eyes, asking, "What do you think of that club?" "What I think isn't important, what's important is what you think," Wang Hui's answer made Kaige swallow hard, unsure how to continue. He could only mutter softly, "I was just curious, I didn't have any other thoughts." “Nothing’s perfect, let’s go to sleep. I promised to take the kids to the amusement park tomorrow,” Wang Hui said, turning around and burrowing into the covers, revealing her smooth back to Kaige. The lights went out. This night, there was no more cuddling and sleeping together as before. They lay back to back, snoring, but both knew it was just snoring; neither was truly asleep.
On the same weekend night, Jiang Pengfei and his wife Han Ping were having a lively time. With their child at her maternal grandparents' house, the two of them could be completely uninhibited in their own little world. Han Ping liked to run around the house naked; she felt this was the true meaning of home—comfortable and carefree. She could feel her husband's admiring gaze following her. Han Ping was the kind of woman with very sensitive skin who was easily aroused; even a casual touch from Jiang Pengfei would excite her, so her husband often teased her, saying her fingernails were her sensitive spots. With the remote control aimlessly flipping through TV channels, Pengfei's eyes swept over his wife's body. In the seven years of their marriage, in Pengfei's eyes, Han Ping had transformed from a naive young girl into a voluptuous young woman. Her once slender body was now full and sexy, making Pengfei even more attached to her. Their sex life was irregular; they would go wild whenever they felt like it. Han Ping works as a branch manager at a bank. At work, she's always impeccably dressed and professional, but in bed with Pengfei, her passion can only be described as frenzied. Although there have been many temptations outside the home over the years, Pengfei has always deeply loved his wife and doesn't want those messy affairs to affect his family. Pengfei may seem rough on the outside, but he's very meticulous and mindful of his image, which Han Ping greatly appreciates, making her completely obedient to him. Pengfei grabbed his wife as she walked past, pulled her onto his lap, slipped his hand inside her pajamas, and gently stroked her back. He whispered in her ear, "Baby, that person asked us to meet tomorrow. Are you nervous?" Leaning softly against her husband, Han Ping blushed. "Honey, are you really going to join that club? Are we really going to do partner swapping? It feels so absurd." "How is it absurd? Didn't you agree to join in the first place?" Pengfei grasped his wife's full breasts and kneaded them, a little anxious, afraid she might change her mind and back out. So he intensified his efforts to appease her. He knew his wife; when she was most content, that was the best time to discuss things.

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