[That annoying...indulgence]

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1.

Isn't it easy to spot a man?

I answered the video call.

In the shaky camera lens, a potted green plant appeared, then a half-open curtain, a bookshelf flashing by… finally, it was him, wearing a greyish-white suit with a dazzling white shirt underneath.

Such a proper outfit.

A mischievous smile crept across my face, almost wanting to say something sweet… but I only said, "It depends on whether you… listen to me."

The camera continued to shake, even showing a newspaper on the desk… then his dark trousers, zipped up, revealing that pink, erect, glistening nipple.

"So beautiful."

"I want to devour it,"

I said sincerely. Then I watched him caress it… a quiet afternoon, a desire I could swallow whole.

"I'll come see you tonight," he finally said, ending the video call after complaining about his discomfort.

The thought of how he always finished so quickly and satisfied her, then treated her like a sex partner (who is worse than dirt at this point), made her ask, "Are you alone?"

"Want to bring my friend?"

"We don't know him, it's weird... What's he like?" "

About the same height and weight as me, highly educated, with a good career."

"Won't that be bad?" Hesitation lingered, along with her imagination.

"Let's meet first."

"Okay... then. What time will you arrive?"

"Around nine." The roots of

his

hair were still slightly damp, retaining a faint fragrance.

He said he'd wait at the door. It was already ten o'clock at night.

Hesitantly glancing at the license plate, she saw him roll down the window before opening the door and getting in. The seatbelt was already fastened... Ah, his intentions were obvious.

Before the car even started, his tongue and lips began to lick and nibble. His kiss was something to remember.

The car had barely gone fifty meters, before it had even picked up speed, when he had already deftly pulled his pants down to his thighs and said, "Come on!"

Looking at his clean shirt, he tilted his head and gave a slight smile, then leaned down… I could hear his soft breathing and occasional involuntary moans.

I couldn't give him too much… After the lowest note escaped his throat, I looked up, sat up straight, and tidied the hair that had fallen across my face.

His hand reached out to his chest, expressing his lingering desire… "You're not wearing anything?"

The softness must have forced out that word, imprinted in his mind.

His right hand greedily squeezed and kneaded through the thin, smooth clothing.

"Where's your friend? Didn't he say he'd be in the back seat?"

"He went to a hotel, he's late, this saves time."

"A hotel? That's… what were you thinking?"

"We had to find somewhere to talk… It's not far, just ahead."

A room? There would be a big bed, right?

3.

In the elevator. Looking at him, so close.

He looked up and gave me a light kiss.

Stepping out of the elevator, I realized this neon-lit, opulent place felt strange. There were waiters everywhere, handsome men and beautiful women, all dressed provocatively.

He hesitantly asked a waiter, "Where are the business rooms?"

Following the waiter to my room, I crossed my arms, feeling uneasy.

He also said, "This place feels...hey, not so proper."

I smiled.

I knocked. I couldn't see anyone through the crack in the door. He went in first, and I followed.

Suddenly, a naked man wrapped in a towel, wearing glasses, appeared before me. I

smiled awkwardly and nodded.

As soon as I entered, I quickly avoided the enormous, pristine white bed and sat on the sofa.

He came over, pulled me up, and made me sit on his lap, beginning to kiss and caress me. But there must have been a pair of eyes behind me, trying to undress me… I couldn't concentrate. I broke free, and he said, "You too."

Instantly, I was sandwiched between two men, embracing him…

Sometimes, confusion isn't shameful; what's shameful is suddenly becoming clear-headed in the midst of confusion.

4.

As I rushed to the bathroom with his bodily fluids in my mouth, his friend handed me mouthwash…

Suddenly, I felt incredibly awkward.

I hid under the covers, watching the "One Week with Li Bo" show on Jiangxi TV. I wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

He went to the bathroom, and his friend started getting very close to me, using his hands and body language to hint that he wanted me to repeat what I had just done. I shook my head and firmly said, "No!"

To avoid him, I sat on the edge of the bed, but he came closer again…

"No, I'm not used to it, it's too unfamiliar." I pushed his friend

away. He came out, wearing a clean shirt, smiling as he sat on the sofa. I felt like I had seen the light, like I had found a long-lost relative. I ran to him and gently hugged him.

His hand patted my back lightly and quickly, asking, "Going home?"

"Yes."

"I'll take you."

I obediently got up, showered, got dressed, gave his friend a strained smile, and left that unpleasant room.

We walked out of a long, neon-lit hallway and into the night. I whispered to him, "I thought it would work, but it's too unfamiliar... He not only lacks erection, but he also has phimosis..."

He chuckled and said, "Time was too tight, and this place is also terrible."

The drive was almost five minutes, and we were both silent. He's the kind of person who's easily satisfied, and once satisfied, it seemed like we could politely shake hands and say goodbye.

"Goodbye," I said.

He actually leaned in and gently kissed my left cheek.

5

"I'm home now, goodnight."

"Okay, get some rest... I only just realized that I do care about you, and that I feel affection for you."

Replying like this, I finally felt a little more forgiving of my own indulgence.

By not overthinking, the unhappiness in my heart gradually dissipated.

Having known him for so long, I thought it was just occasional flirting, but unexpectedly, at certain moments, I even relied on and trusted him.

...

I hate how men always confuse and equate women with their organs!

I hate how men think women are like sunflowers when they take off their clothes, always wanting to be fucked!

I hate how men grab a woman's buttocks and say "fuck" whether they know her well or not!

I hate how men rush in without respect, appreciation, praise, tenderness, or whispered sweet nothings!

I hate... this kind of indulgence.

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