4P: Divorced young woman loses child

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Xiao Yin (pseudonym) divorced her husband. Her five-year-old son was awarded to him, along with the house and savings, which she had no intention of keeping. She kept only the red Ford Focus hatchback registered in her name. She had a feeling that after the verdict, she needed to leave the city. So she applied to keep the nearly new car. Her husband had no objection.

She had already resigned from her job. The three men had done the same. She hadn't seen them since, didn't know where they went, and had no interest in knowing.

She knew it was all her fault. She had no complaints. Occasionally, when she thought about it and asked herself if she regretted it, she only smiled bitterly. Regret? She didn't know. She really didn't know. At least before it happened, she hadn't thought about that question. She just felt incredibly stupid for keeping that diary.

Xiao Yin sat blankly in the car. Her parents didn't come to court. She felt fortunate; letting her parents know those details would have been incredibly embarrassing. Some of the documents presented in court made her, the party involved, feel ashamed. She couldn't believe she hadn't felt any shame for what she had done. She gave a self-deprecating laugh, her numb mind telling herself: "Bitch, all you were left with was pleasure, weren't you? I've been

feeling really depressed lately." Xiao Yin subconsciously reached for her phone. She wondered if they'd changed their numbers. Although she hadn't seen or contacted them since the incident, she occasionally thought of them. Last night, she'd even relived those scenes, soothing herself with her hand.

She suddenly felt a chill down there. "I should contact them," she thought. "It's over. I need comfort now."

Xiao Yin found the familiar number and pressed the call button...
Three months ago, Da Cheng (pseudonym, Xiao Yin's husband) was on sick leave. It was a common cold, almost gone after three days. That afternoon, he received a call from a colleague asking him to look up some information. Da Cheng had saved the information in his email, but he hadn't brought his computer home.

Xiao Yin's computer was there,

but the drawer was locked. What was going on? Da Cheng called, asking where the key was. Xiao Yin sounded nervous on the phone, asking Da Cheng what he needed her computer for. Da Cheng explained that he needed to be online for work. Xiao Yin hesitated for a while, saying the keys weren't home, then that the computer was malfunctioning and wouldn't turn on.

Da Cheng suddenly became suspicious. Just two nights ago, Xiao Yin had been typing away on the computer.

Da Cheng said, "Never mind, it's not urgent anyway, we'll talk about it tomorrow at work." Xiao Yin seemed relieved.

Da Cheng hung up the phone and carefully pried open the drawer with a screwdriver. This kind of hidden lock was practically useless. Xiao Yin's computer was inside. Da Cheng almost impatiently turned it on, only to find that there was a password to log in. He tried several combinations of birthdays and names, but none of them worked. He checked the time; it was 3 PM.

Da Cheng went out and took a taxi directly to work. His colleagues said, "Don't be so dedicated!" After helping his colleague check the information, Da Cheng took his own computer home.

Then, he removed Xiao Yin's computer hard drive, put it in his own external hard drive enclosure, and connected it to his own computer.

Then the new hardware was recognized.

Da Cheng started browsing Xiao Yin's hard drive. It was divided into two partitions. The system partition seemed unremarkable. The second partition was cluttered with files and directories—movies Xiao Yin had downloaded, cosmetic product descriptions, and web pages on topics of interest to women. After a cursory glance, Da Cheng found nothing unusual and, thinking he was overreacting, decided to shut down the computer. Subconsciously, he checked the size of the second partition and found that over 120GB of the 150GB partition was already used. He hadn't realized Xiao Yin had stored so many movies.

Da Cheng then checked the movie directory; it was over 100GB, but only contained about ten movies. Da Cheng began examining each directory and discovered the problem.

One directory contained a folder called "Records," which, when opened, contained about ten video clips, taking up nearly 80GB of space. Da Cheng randomly opened one, and his head immediately throbbed.

Xiao Yin came home from work to find her husband sitting on the sofa, his face ashen, smoking. Xiao Yin asked, "What's wrong? Why are you smoking so much and not opening the window?" Da Cheng ignored her.

Xiao Yin suddenly sensed something was wrong. She rushed into the bedroom and saw her computer had been dismantled, and Da Cheng's computer was also on the table. Xiao Yin gasped. Suddenly enraged, she stormed out and shouted at Da Cheng: "How dare you pry open my drawer?"

Da Cheng glanced at his wife and slowly said: "How dare you cheat on me?"

Xiao Yin fell silent. She stood there, suddenly feeling lost. That morning, she had just agreed with Qiangzi to have some fun that evening. Qiangzi was her colleague, one of the three men, the youngest and the only one who wasn't married. The other two men were married with children. Xiao Yin's original plan was to go home after work, cook dinner for her husband (who was still sick), eat together, then find an excuse to go to work overtime (overtime is normal at the end and beginning of the month for finance workers), and then go to a hotel to meet the men.

Now this had happened? What should she do?

She didn't even know how to explain. How could she explain something like this? Her husband had definitely seen the video. She shouldn't think about her diary.

The atmosphere in the room was awkward and heavy; neither of them spoke. Xiao Yin felt that staying here any longer wasn't a solution, so she picked up her handbag, turned, and walked to the door. She stopped, turned back, and said, "I'm going to my mother's tonight. Make yourself something to eat."

Seeing that her husband didn't look up or speak, Xiao Yin closed the door and left.

"To a hotel?" Xiao Yin wondered. "I want to go myself. We agreed this morning."

It was still 8 PM when Lao Zhang arrived at the hotel, the second person to arrive. He knocked, and Qiangzi opened the door, wearing a bathrobe. Lao Zhang smelled the odor wafting from the bathroom as soon as he entered. He said somewhat jealously to Qiangzi, "You're hogging all the food." Qiangzi smiled without speaking. Xiao Yin was in the bathroom, blow-drying her hair. Not long after, the Party Secretary arrived.

That was his nickname among his colleagues. Actually, his surname was Ji, and his age was between Qiangzi's and Lao Zhang's. Xiao Yin dried her hair, a snow-white bath towel wrapped around her chest, and came out, reclining on the bed and turning on the TV. Lao Zhang and the Party Secretary each quickly showered, one in a bathrobe, the other wrapped in a towel. Old Zhang saw the white mid-heeled sandals Xiao Yin had worn to work during the day lying on the bedside table and asked, "Did you bring those shoes?"

Xiao Yin replied casually, "No, I was in a rush today." Old Zhang was a little disappointed. The Party Secretary, however, didn't seem to mind, saying, "These are quite nice too." He added, "But you should still wear stockings."

Xiao Yin maintained her nonchalant expression and said, "I didn't bring any either." The Party Secretary said, "I've prepared them." He then took out a pair of black stockings still wrapped in cellophane from his handbag, opened the packaging, and shook them out. They were pantyhose with a center cutout.

Old Zhang, by this time, couldn't wait to climb into bed. Xiao Yin threw down the remote control. Qiangzi picked it up and turned the volume up very high. Xiao Yin suddenly screamed.

On May 2nd and 3rd, Xiao Yin experienced changes that she herself found hard to believe afterward. She was restless all night on the 2nd, but on the night of the 3rd, Xiao Yin became very proactive. It was as if her senses, suppressed for years, had been suddenly liberated. The weekend after the holiday ended, Xiao Yin slept with three men again.

That was her first time "working overtime." Her husband had discovered this seven or eight times by today. During this time, she hadn't felt guilty. But when she got home this afternoon, and her husband confronted her, asking, "How dare you cheat on me?" Xiao Yin suddenly felt incredibly sorry for him. Actually, her husband was a good husband, and their life had always been happy, except for their less-than-ideal sex life.

After leaving home, Xiao Yin had been listless. Before Lao Zhang and the others arrived, Qiangzi had already given her pleasure once, but she still felt indifferent. She remembered that on the night of May 2nd, it was Qiangzi's lips and tongue that made her lose her resistance. Later, it was also Qiangzi who used his fingers to give her her first real, intense orgasm. Qiangzi had learned it from Japanese films, he told her afterward.

Lao Zhang and the secretary were no ordinary men either, after all, they were married men. At first, Xiao Yin thought Lao Zhang's behavior was perverted, but the caresses of her soles and toes by a man's tongue felt good, itchy and tingling, very sensitive. Xiao Yin discovered that many parts of her body were sensitive, even her genitals. But on the night of May 2nd, when Lao Zhang forced himself on her, Xiao Yin still felt pain.

At this time, Qiangzi had already come out. Being young, his endurance was limited, perhaps because he had already warmed up beforehand, so he used oral sex from behind (apologies, words omitted), and withdrew in less than 5 minutes, spraying Xiao Yin's back.

Xiao Yin spat out what was in her mouth and glanced at Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang understood and went behind Xiao Yin. The secretary, who had been fiddling around, tried to come over, but Qiangzi beat him to it and took the spot in front of Xiao Yin. The secretary was about to react when Xiao Yin suddenly grabbed his penis and said, "Go down there."

The secretary, who was thin, slid down to Xiao Yin's body like a ribbonfish. Lao Zhang was already getting excited. Xiao Yin just mumbled, "You go in too, I like it this way." Then she opened her mouth and took Qiangzi's penis in. (Sorry, words omitted)

The phone suddenly rang, and all four of them were startled. They all stopped what they were doing, and Xiao Yin twisted her body and said, "It's mine." The three men retreated at the same time, and there was a popping sound like a champagne cork being opened at the same time.

Xiao Yin picked up the phone from the bedside table. It was her husband's number.

Actually, she didn't need to look to know.

No one answered the phone. Da Cheng threw the phone onto the sofa. Da Cheng didn't call his wife until 9:30. He actually guessed it, but he just didn't want to confirm his guess. His mind was filled with images of his wife and three men in bed, in a lewd pose. In reality, what he was imagining was just the scene from the video he'd watched.

On June 8th, Xiao Yin said her company was organizing training the next day at some conference center in the suburbs, and she wouldn't be back that night. Da Cheng didn't think much of it, saying he'd take their son to his grandmother's house; it had been a long time since they'd been, and his grandmother missed her grandson.

Xiao Yin agreed and packed her bags. The next morning, Da Cheng and Xiao Yin went to work together. That evening, Da Cheng and his son went to his grandmother's house. Around 9 PM, before his son went to bed, he called his wife. It was very noisy on the other end of the line, with loud music. Xiao Yin said she was singing karaoke with her colleagues.

Da Cheng found Xiao Yin's record from June 9th, which clearly stated: "We started at 8 PM." Old Zhang specially bought me a pair of black leather shoes with thin heels at least 10 centimeters high; I could barely stand in them. But standing in front of the mirror, I looked really good. The high instep and flesh-colored breasts were absolutely stunning.

At noon, Lao Zhang took me to the clothing wholesale market. Although it was a place selling cheap clothes, Lao Zhang said they had all kinds of sexy clothes, things you couldn't find in department stores. At Lao Zhang's suggestion, I bought four or five outfits, plus stockings. Honestly, these clothes were really pretty, but I couldn't wear them to work.

That evening, back in my room, they urged me to change. When I came out of the bathroom, all three men stared. I felt amazing; I hadn't felt this confident in a long time. I put on makeup, the blue eyeshadow making my eyes look alluring.
Three days later, in the afternoon, Da Cheng and Xiao Yin met. The agreement drafted by Da Liu couldn't be reached, mainly because of one point: their son. Da Cheng said, "You'll lose in court too." Xiao Yin shook her head tearfully, saying, "I want my son." Da Cheng said, "Then let's go to court. The judge will demand to see those videos of you. You betrayed me."

Xiao Yin knew she couldn't have her son. But she really didn't want to give up. Without her son, her future life had no support. Was she really going to rely on the pleasures her inappropriate relationships with those three men brought her?

That morning, Qiangzi called, saying he had also resigned, and told Xiaoyin that Lao Zhang and the Party Secretary had also resigned. The office was buzzing with rumors, all sorts of speculations, including some about the relationship, saying things like, "How come we didn't see that? Xiaoyin was hooking up with three men?" But nobody could guess the real situation.

Xiaoyin asked, "Why did you resign? Were all three of you doing it together? It's too obvious." Qiangzi said, "We were forced. A stranger called us all, demanding we resign immediately and pay money, or he'd expose everything. I'm not afraid, but Lao Zhang and the Party Secretary can't take it; they both have families."

Xiaoyin asked again, "Do they want you to pay money?" Qiangzi said bitterly, "Yes, they said it was compensation for your husbands." Xiaoyin said, "Dacheng didn't tell me." Qiangzi said, "Telling you wouldn't help."

A month and a half passed before the court hearing. Xiao Yin had been renting a place to live, changed her phone number, and stopped contacting the three men. She hadn't heard any new news either. She texted Da Cheng her new number, but the two didn't contact each other much.

Both families knew about the affair, but no one had said the details.

Xiao Yin lived alone and didn't look for work. She had enough money to last for a while. At night, her sensitive body couldn't resist touching her fingers. Xiao Yin remembered Lao Zhang's strange and perverted suggestion. It was early July, and Xiao Yin had successfully used overtime work in finance as an excuse not to go home. In a hotel, Lao Zhang proposed a new game. Lao Zhang said: "The three of us stand side by side, and Xiao Yin will be in front of us. She'll use her mouth on the person in the middle and her hands on the people on either side, alternating every minute. If someone can't take it anymore, Xiao Yin will stop, step back a meter, kneel on the ground, and the man who can't take it anymore will aim at Xiao Yin's face and ejaculate. If he does, he doesn't have to pay for the hotel." All three men agreed, and Xiao Yin found it novel and interesting.

Xiao Yin clearly remembered that it started with Qiangzi. Qiangzi, after standing in the middle for a short while on his fourth turn, said he was about to give up. Xiao Yin giggled and immediately stepped back, watching Qiangzi rub himself with his hands. When she thought Qiangzi was almost done, Xiao Yin closed her eyes, peeking through a tiny slit, her face tilted slightly upwards. Qiangzi's strength was considerable; the blow hit the wall with a loud thud, clearing over Xiao Yin's head. The second blow was too weak, barely landing on Xiao Yin's chest. Xiao Yin giggled and said, "You know you're strong, but you don't even know to press down a bit?"

Qiangzi sat on the bed, and Xiao Yin crawled on her knees to Lao Zhang and the secretary, continuing the game. The secretary was the second to come; he didn't have Qiangzi's strength, but his touch was just right, landing directly on Xiao Yin's forehead, startling her into a scream. The secretary immediately burst into laughter, saying she'd won the lottery. Then the two men watched as Xiao Yin worked on Lao Zhang alone. Lao Zhang was the long-lasting type; Qiangzi had finished a cigarette before Lao Zhang said he was done. Xiao Yin smiled, spat out what was in her mouth, stepped back, and waited with her face tilted upwards. Old Zhang rubbed for another minute before finally delivering. Unfortunately, he forgot that his member was slightly angled to the left, and the first shot hit Xiao Yin's fair right shoulder. Xiao Yin laughed, "A crooked-handled machine gun."

Her lower body heated up. Thinking of these scenarios, Xiao Yin reached down.
Xiao Yin also hired a lawyer. However, after Da Liu spoke with one lawyer, that lawyer gave up. Xiao Yin didn't look for another.

The out-of-court settlement failed.

Da Liu's job was simple; he helped Da Cheng win without much effort. The property went to the children. Xiao Yin finally asked for the car, and Da Cheng agreed. Outside the courthouse, Da Liu said, "Those three people have already paid; it's in my account, enough for your son to graduate school." Da Cheng smiled, feeling that he had lost more than he had gained. Neither set of parents appeared, avoiding further awkwardness. During the courtroom debate, Da Cheng felt that he and Xiao Yin had no marital affection left. Because the judge asked Xiao Yin, "Are you sure it was completely voluntary?" Xiao Yin answered decisively, "Yes."

Without any doubt, the judge ruled in favor of Dacheng.

His son lived with his grandmother, and Dacheng would visit him every few days for a day, taking him out to play on weekends. The son was very understanding; after hearing his father's ambiguous explanation, he didn't press further. Dacheng took a month's leave and then went back to work. His colleagues at work knew nothing about the incident.

That afternoon, Da Liu called, saying, "Xiao Yin just called me, asking you to delete those things." Dacheng said he knew.

Dacheng had already deleted them from the hard drive. But he still copied them to an external hard drive. He had decided to delete them several times, but ultimately gave up. He didn't know why. The external hard drive was locked in a drawer.

Leaving the courthouse, Xiao Yin felt empty. She felt nothing.

Loneliness made her nervous. She hesitated for a moment and then called Lao Zhang.

Someone answered; it was Lao Zhang's voice. Xiao Yin suddenly didn't know what to say. They hadn't been in contact for a long time. On the other end of the line, Lao Zhang asked a few times who it was, then suddenly asked, "Is this Xiao Yin?" Xiao Yin said yes. Old Zhang said, "You changed your number?" Xiao Yin said yes. Old Zhang asked, "Where are you?" Xiao Yin said, "I'm coming to see you now." Old Zhang agreed.

Following the address Old Zhang gave her, Xiao Yin found Old Zhang's house, an elegantly decorated three-bedroom apartment. Upon entering, Xiao Yin felt a little awkward. Old Zhang said, "I'm home alone. My wife and daughter went to Europe." Xiao Yin sat down on the sofa.

Later, Xiao Yin learned that Old Zhang had been forced to resign and quickly found a new job. He had been extorted for 250,000 yuan by Da Liu, a considerable sum, but not a large amount for a family like Old Zhang's.

After hanging up with Xiao Yin, Old Zhang took his medication. He hadn't expected to see Xiao Yin again.

Xiao Yin entered half an hour later. After they learned about each other's situations, Old Zhang couldn't resist.

Xiao Yin was very enthusiastic and proactive, shouting loudly, "You bunch of beasts, you've made me feel like I'm addicted to drugs!" She then pushed Old Zhang to the floor, lifted her skirt, and straddled his face. Old Zhang said, "You're killing me!" Xiao Yin yelled, "I'll suffocate you! I'll suffocate you!" She moved violently, tilting her head back and panting heavily, completely embracing the man's masochistic posture.

Old Zhang had to support Xiao Yin's thighs with both hands to prevent himself from actually suffocating. His tongue also moved in tandem (apologies, omitted text). Xiao Yin screamed, her body trembling as she made sounds almost like crying. Old Zhang waited until she stopped moving before lifting her off the bed, wiping his face with a tissue, cursing, "Damn slut, you got it all over my face!"

Xiao Yin rolled onto the floor, laughing, "You're allowed to get it all over my face!"

Old Zhang picked Xiao Yin up like an eagle grabbing a chick and threw her onto the sofa. Xiao Yin turned around, facing Old Zhang with her backside, saying, "From behind." Old Zhang pulled her panties aside, revealing her disheveled area, but didn't rush to penetrate her.

Xiao Yin turned her head and urged, "What are you waiting for?" Old Zhang inserted a finger into her anus, rotating it, and asked, "Seriously, we've never been alone together before."

Xiao Yin turned her head again, the allure in her eyes making Lao Zhang feel like he was in paradise. Xiao Yin said: Now I'll give you a chance.

Lao Zhang took out his finger and went in for real. Xiao Yin's head snapped back, and she let out a cry.

Lao Zhang asked as he moved: To be honest, among the three of us, who is the best? Lao Zhang knew the answer, but he preferred to hear Xiao Yin say it herself. Xiao Yin said in a low voice:

What do you think?

Lao Zhang stopped asking and started... (sorry, words omitted). Xiao Yin shouted: I want both of them.

After the fierce battle, Xiao Yin was the first to give in, almost collapsing, and said: Lao Zhang, you old geezer, just kill me already. Lao Zhang said: You say who is the best.

Xiao Yin cried out: Of course it's you, no one has ever made me like this.

Lao Zhang pulled out, and Xiao Yin collapsed. Lao Zhang turned her body over and laid her on her back, taking a step to her chest, his ugly thing pointing directly at Xiao Yin's face, which was disheveled by sweat. Xiao Yin's clean, white fingers reached up to Lao Zhang's chest, scratching his nipples with her sharp nails. A strand of her bangs, damp with sweat, clung to her forehead.

A rice-water-like liquid sprayed into Xiao Yin's eyes, but thankfully she closed them beforehand.

The following is a supplementary note from the text editor:

Of the parties involved, only the secretary was not questioned; the others all gave interviews. Recording was prohibited, so only notes were taken, and some details are unremembered.

The interviews took place approximately one year after the incident. Xiao Yin did not leave the city; she had a new job and often saw her son. Qiangzi went south, only returning home for the Spring Festival. Xiao Yin did not have a new boyfriend and had no plans to remarry. She occasionally met with Lao Zhang.

That afternoon, Da Cheng called Xiao Yin, telling her she could come home to pick up her things. Xiao Yin was fast asleep on Lao Zhang's bed at the time and vaguely agreed.

That evening, Xiao Yin drove home. It was the same familiar home, a two-bedroom apartment, small but cozy, carefully decorated by herself. Da Cheng wasn't home; perhaps he didn't want to see her.

Xiao Yin packed her belongings into a large suitcase, mainly clothes. She left her wedding ring behind. She took the small trinkets she'd bought for very little money. She

took all the shoes from her wardrobe; her feet were small, and it wasn't easy to find shoes that fit. Seeing the pair of high heels, Xiao Yin hesitated for a moment, but still took them. They were custom-made for her by Lao Zhang at a shoe store. Xiao Yin locked the door and left, feeling like she'd accomplished something significant. Dragging her luggage into the elevator, she put it in the car and went straight to Lao Zhang's house without hesitation.

As she was leaving, Lao Zhang said, "Come back to my place when you're all packed. I'll take good care of you tonight."

Xiao Yin and Lao Zhang didn't finish dinner until nine o'clock. When they left the restaurant, Xiao Yin was slightly drunk. Inside, Lao Zhang busied himself preparing a bath for Xiao Yin. While soaking in the tub, Xiao Yin was suddenly overcome with sadness and covered her face, weeping. When she came out, she saw black underwear and stockings on the bed in the bedroom, and the pair of high heels she'd brought back were also lying to one side.

Xiao Yin decided to relax and not think about anything. After applying moisturizer and meticulously applying heavy evening makeup in front of the mirror, Xiao Yin noticed that Lao Zhang's DV camera was also on the bedside table. Lao Zhang wasn't in the bedroom, but she could hear the television in the living room.

Once dressed, Xiao Yin stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself and feeling quite satisfied. She deliberately spun around a few times, scrutinizing her back in the mirror. Then, she carefully tucked the four straps of her camisole into her wide-brimmed black stockings before slipping her small feet into her shoes. With her center of gravity shifting forward, Xiao Yin had to straighten her chest and pull in her stomach, her buttocks taut. She moved cautiously, effortlessly embracing the cat-like figure of a runway model.

When Xiao Yin stood in the doorway, leaning against the bedroom doorframe, she saw Lao Zhang's jaw almost drop.

Lao Zhang started filming rapidly with the DV camera, while Xiao Yin swayed and twisted her body, sometimes raising her arms to lift her hair from behind her neck, revealing her clean, white armpits. Lao Zhang couldn't resist any longer; he set up the DV camera on a tripod, aimed it at the bed, and pounced on her. Xiao Yin suddenly hugged Lao Zhang, bit his earlobe, and whispered, "No matter how much I beg you, you can't let me go, understand?"

Lao Zhang reached out and pinched Xiao Yin's breasts, increasing the pressure. Xiao Yin immediately screamed (apologies, omitted text). While moving in rhythm, Xiao Yin stretched her small foot, still wearing stockings despite having kicked off her high heels, to Lao Zhang's mouth, teasing his tongue.

Lao Zhang suddenly said, "Remember that time?" Xiao Yin asked, "Which time?" Lao Zhang didn't answer, but unhooked the clips on Xiao Yin's suspenders and pulled down one stocking. Five white, tender toes painted with red nail polish were revealed. Xiao Yin asked, "What were you doing?"

The editor Lao Li, who had been chatting with Da Cheng, returned and said, "Da Cheng probably won't get married again in his life." A colleague asked why, and Lao Li said, "He's had too much of a shock. Even if he marries a new wife, he probably won't be able to escape the shadow of this."

The colleague asked what happened?

Old Li sighed and said, "Don't even mention him, I'm traumatized by him. Now, whenever I see my wife going out dancing in high heels, my heart skips a beat." His colleague laughed, "Is it really that bad?" Old Li smiled but didn't answer. He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Da Cheng always says, 'I really can't stand that sentence in her diary.'"

His colleague asked, "Which sentence?"

Old Li exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "The one about drinking a bowl of wine." His colleague fell silent.

Old Li sighed again, "No one could stand it." His colleague added, "That Xiao Yin is really outrageous."

Da Cheng had talked to Old Li several times and trusted him, saying, "You've been through this, how could a woman suddenly become so promiscuous?" Old Li said, "What do you think?"

Da Cheng said, "I don't know.

" Old Li asked, "Is your sex life bad?" Da Cheng nodded, "Yes." "Didn't Xiao Yin mention it?" Old Li asked again. Da Cheng shook his head.

Da Cheng said, "The most Xiao Yin ever did was 11 times with three men in one night." Xiao Yin's calculation method: regardless of the duration or method, each time a man comes out counts as one time. That time was the target practice competition; the secretary came three times, Qiangzi and Lao Zhang each came four times.

Da Cheng added: I'll come at most twice...

Lao Li shook his head and sighed. Da Cheng said: Do you want to watch those videos? Lao Li said no. Da Cheng said: Actually, it's nothing, just like watching porn. I'm numb to it.

The female editor asked: Is the new job good? Xiao Yin said: It doesn't matter, just earning some pocket money.

Nobody knows about this part of your history? The female editor asked again. Xiao Yin shook her head and said no, then laughed and said, if they knew, who knows how many men would pounce on me, thinking I'm cheap.

The female editor sighed. Xiao Yin then said: My current manager has tested me several times. Men are all like that. The female editor asked: How?

Xiao Yin said: Several times when no one was around, he complimented my stockings and asked where I bought them. I knew what he was thinking as soon as I heard that. Later, just before spring this year, when tall leather boots were all the rage, he came to me again, asking me to go to the mall with him after work. He said he wanted to buy a pair for his wife and wanted me to help her try them on. In his office, I immediately took off my shoes, stretched out my stockinged feet, and said, "Manager, my feet are size 35, and they're different sizes from your wife's, what should I do?" He just laughed awkwardly.

That day after work, I called Lao Zhang and we went to the mall. I bought a pair of those super sexy leather boots—soft leather, over the knee, with thin high heels. After I put them on, Lao Zhang's gaze changed. He took out his money and dragged me to a hotel.

Those boots were indeed beautiful. Xiao Yin said, "Lao Zhang was so excited, he went in without any foreplay." I asked him, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so excited? Do you want to have sex with me or with my shoes?" Lao Zhang's answer was really witty: "I want to have sex with you wearing your shoes."

It was past 11 pm when Lao Zhang finally let Xiao Yin go home. Xiao Yin stayed at the hotel.

The next day, Xiao Yin, wearing her newly bought leather boots, bumped into the manager coming out of the general manager's office as soon as she arrived at work. The man's gaze was too direct. Xiao Yin smiled.

The female editor shook her head, saying, "You deliberately seduced him." Xiao Yin smiled without speaking, then said, "He still got me in the end."

"What?" the female editor asked, somewhat surprised. Xiao Yin said, "I don't care anymore. You can imagine me as a woman who sells her body for money."

Da Cheng, to this day, has not remarried. When Lao Li chatted with Da Cheng, Da Cheng always said, "I've lost confidence."

Lao Li advised, "There are still many good women." Da Cheng nodded, agreeing.

Lao Li then asked, "Why not try again?" Da Cheng shook his head, saying, "Maybe after some more time." He added, "Actually, I've had my doubts about their affairs."

Lao Li didn't speak, waiting for Da Cheng to continue.

Da Cheng said, "Once, Xiao Yin said she was going to work overtime that night, and I didn't pay much attention. When she left, besides her usual handbag, she also carried a rather large paper bag. I casually asked, 'What's that?'" Xiao Yin hesitated for a moment and said, "It's nothing, just my shoes." I was puzzled: Why bring shoes to work overtime? Xiao Yin said, "A female colleague of mine wanted to see what my shoes looked like, saying she wanted to buy a pair too." I didn't ask any further.

Now that I think about it, she brought her shoes to the appointment. Da Cheng said.

Lao Li said, "Women wearing high heels are indeed sexy." Da Cheng agreed. He added, "Xiao Yin's legs are quite beautiful, like a cone from top to bottom, with slender and straight ankles." Lao Li said, "There's a description like that in 'The Wasteland,' saying that women with slender ankles are flirtatious." Da Cheng laughed and said, "That's quite accurate."

Lao Li asked, "When she goes to work overtime like this, what time does she come back at night?" Da

Cheng said, "When I'm home, she usually comes back around 11 pm." Lao Li asked, "After Xiao Yin comes back, don't you notice anything unusual?"

Da Cheng shook his head and said, "I usually go to bed late, around 11 pm I'm usually online, reading news, novels, and stuff." Xiao Yin came home, took a shower first, and then went to sleep, saying she was tired and sleepy. I didn't think anything of it; that's how it is when you come home from overtime.

Old Li sighed and said, "Didn't you two spend any time together during that period?" Da Cheng thought for a moment and said, "A couple of times, I guess? Nothing special. I was traveling a lot for work during that time."

Da Cheng remembered Xiao Yin's diary: "Old Zhang once mentioned to me privately that he wanted to go on a date with me alone. I was tempted, but in the end, I didn't agree. Making a man want what he can't have makes him work harder. Once he gets it, he quickly loses interest." "

Didn't you see the secretary again after that?" the female editor asked.

Xiao Yin shook her head and said, "I don't miss him. He was the least special one. The only thing I remember about him is that time we were shooting targets, and he hit me." Then Xiao Yin laughed. "

Don't you find it disgusting?" the female editor asked. Xiao Yin countered, "You've never had a man ejaculate on your face, have you?"

The female editor quickly shook her head and said no. Xiao Yin laughed and said: Actually, it's nothing. I can eat it all. It's nothing if it drips on my face. Just consider it

an excerpt from Xiao Yin's diary (1)

He was on a business trip in the afternoon. My underwear was wet from the moment I got to work in the morning. Luckily, I brought a change of clothes and changed them in the bathroom and put on a panty liner. Lao Zhang sent me a message in the morning saying that he would definitely not let me off easily tonight, saying that I hurt him last time.

I remembered that I didn't write it in my diary last time. Lao Zhang did it in my GM for a long time before he was about to come out. Qiangzi wanted to go up, but I told Qiangzi to go first because the area was flooded. When Qiangzi went down, Lao Zhang was already in front of me. I habitually opened my mouth to catch it, but Lao Zhang sprayed it into my eyes. I didn't have time to close my eyes and it got into my eyes. I pushed Lao Zhang with my hand, and Lao Zhang cried out. Later, I found that the ring on my hand had broken the skin of his thing.

I replied to Lao Zhang: If you have the ability, then try it.

After work, I went to the mall first. Yesterday I saw a really nice outfit. After buying it, I went to the hotel. According to Lao Zhang, it's best to do this kind of thing on an empty stomach. Finish it once, then go out to eat.

I showed them my new outfit, and they all said it looked good, like a professional woman. Then Lao Zhang suggested (he makes the most suggestions) that I stand facing the large mirror on the wall, with my hands raised and pressed against the mirror, bending over and sticking my butt out, while they take turns entering from behind. I like this position because wearing high heels and standing with my legs together makes my back feel tight, making each man's penis look sufficiently thick.

This way, they can take turns, each getting a break and not ejaculating too early, while I can keep going and easily reach orgasm. My first orgasm came during the secretary's session. The secretary was so excited, holding my buttocks tightly, saying he wanted to do it too.

I pushed him away and told Qiangzi to go first, letting the secretary rest. The secretary refused, so I said I'd make him come later. Only then did the secretary pull out.

During the climax, something continued to move, easily giving me multiple orgasms. I could feel the cold fabric clinging to my inner thighs, soaked with my discharge. Later, I couldn't stand anymore, my legs went weak, so Qiangzi helped me lie down. (Sorry, text omitted).

Later, Qiangzi couldn't take it anymore either, so Lao Zhang came up from behind. I said, "Secretary, come on, I'll make you come." The secretary happily came over. I said, "You can't sit on my chest, I can't breathe." The secretary propped himself up with his legs. I gave the secretary oral sex. (Sorry, text omitted).

The secretary pulled away, and Lao Zhang suddenly got very aroused. Then he pulled out and ejaculated onto my stockings. I laughed and said, "You really know how to pick a spot." "

Later, how did you agree to him?" the female editor asked.

Xiao Yin said, "He saw me wearing those boots, and his eyes lit up." I knew what he was thinking and thought I would eventually agree, but I didn't want it to be so quick; I wanted to keep him waiting. "

What did you do?" the female editor asked.

Xiao Yin said, "He doesn't know about my divorce. I told him I have a six-year-old son. He's always assumed I have a family. He suggested we have dinner together that evening, but I said I had to go home to cook for my son. He insisted, saying it might be a little late sometimes, and there are elderly people at home taking care of the child.

I kept putting it off for weeks. Then he brought up dinner again, and I agreed. He was overjoyed and insisted I wear those boots. I texted him, 'What else do you want?' He said, 'Nothing.' I told him, 'It's settled, I can wear them, but you can't do anything else except eat.' He texted back, 'Okay.'

Actually, I was just teasing him.

The next day, I wore the boots as promised, with black stockings and a short skirt, and a long skirt over them to avoid being seen. After work, when almost everyone had left, he came over and said, 'Let's go.' We took the elevator down to the underground parking garage together." He drove an older Audi A6. He got in, but I opened the back door and sat in the back. He asked me sullenly, "Why didn't you sit in the front? Are you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"

By this time, I was already wet and expectant. I deliberately said, "I need to take off my long skirt first. I'll wear a short skirt when we eat later; it'll look better." He didn't say anything, just looked at me in the rearview mirror. I took off my long skirt in the back seat. Before I was even fully off, he climbed over from the front.

I knew he was going to do this, but I still deliberately cried out to dodge.

He was very skilled; in a few moments, he had my private parts covered, and his fingers were inside. (Sorry, words omitted).

After it was over, I said, "You tore my stockings." He said he would buy me new ones. I said my husband saw me wearing stockings when I left this morning, and they weren't there when I came back. I deliberately lied to him.

Later, he went to the supermarket to buy me new ones and even drove me home.

"Was your first time in the car?" the female editor asked.

Xiao Yin smiled and said, "Yes." Later, she was in his car a few times. They also went to hotels a few times. "

How many times have you seen Xiao Yin since her divorce?" Old Li asked Old Zhang. Old

Zhang counted and said, "Three or four times. We haven't seen each other for almost half a year.

" "Was the first time on the day of her divorce?" Old Li asked.

Old Zhang said, "Yes, no one was home." "

You always rely on medication?" Old Li asked.

Old Zhang said, "With Xiao Yin, I basically have to take it every time. I can't not take it, that woman is something else." Old Li said, "Isn't taking medication bad for your health?" Old Zhang laughed and said, "To die under a peony flower is to die a romantic death. It would be such a waste if I didn't take medication." "Xiao Yin is exceptional." "

How so?" Old Li asked.

Old Zhang said, "Xiao Yin is good-looking and has a good figure. Even after having children, she doesn't have any excess fat on her stomach, like a young girl." He thought for a moment and added, "Xiao Yin's vagina is the rare kind that produces oil, better than lubricant." Old Li said: The book says that going behind is bad for men. Women's private parts are yang, and men's are also yang, so they are incompatible.

Old Zhang laughed and said that he had also heard of this saying. But the feeling there is good. It is very hot and tight.

Don't you like the front? Old Li asked

Xiao Yin's diary excerpt (2)

The secretary was as happy as if he had won a prize. He hugged me from behind and said in my ear: I want to go through your GM in a while. I pulled his hands and held them in front of my chest, letting him rub them. I lifted my buttocks and rotated them, rubbing his. It was soft and wet. I turned my head and said: If you have the ability, come in now. The secretary started to thrust his buttocks forward one by one, as if he was doing it. I pulled his hands away and said that you should rest and not bother others. The secretary

walked away unhappily. I laughed in my heart. Qiangzi leaned on the bed smoking and watching TV. It seemed that he was not interested for the time being, but I had not really come yet and was in a hurry. I went to see Old Zhang again. Old Zhang pulled my hand and said: I will go to the bathroom with you to wash up.

I thought it was good. There was still something sticky on my hair. Once inside the bathroom, Lao Zhang closed the door and hugged me from behind. I wriggled and said, "Want to fuck me?"

Lao Zhang said, "Of course." I reached behind me and touched a soft, limp penis, and said, "With this?"

Lao Zhang said no. He pushed me onto the sink, my butt sticking up, and then Lao Zhang took a disposable toothbrush apart and inserted it into my anus.

I said, "Too thin." I wiggled my butt. Lao Zhang stirred it around, asking me, "How about this?"

I didn't say anything and started enjoying it.

Later, I filled two cups with water from the toothbrush cup, one hot and one cold, and held them in my mouth while giving him oral sex, *sorry, omitted text*, and Lao Zhang got aroused.

I stood up, and Lao Zhang lifted me and sat me on the sink, entering from the front. After a few moments, Qiangzi knocked on the door, saying, "Lao Zhang, you've broken the rules! Come out now!"

Lao Zhang didn't stop, looking at me. I laughed and said, "You don't have to open the door. Do you think they'd dare bang on it?"

Encouraged, Lao Zhang became even more aroused. I screamed. Secretary Qiangzi outside wanted us to open the door.

Old Zhang took a long time this time, changing positions several times, and I finally felt good. I got up and said, "Old Zhang, let's go out, you're going to piss them off."

Old Zhang refused, saying he hadn't come yet. I rubbed his penis and kissed him, twisting in his arms, saying, "You can work hard when we go out later."

When I came out, I saw that the two people outside were already up. So I got on the bed, the secretary on the bottom, me on top, and Qiangzi behind. The two of them quickly cooperated and entered me. Old Zhang stood in front of me, and I opened my mouth and took it in, *sorry, omitted text*. Old Zhang filmed with a DV camera while saying, "I like seeing you the most, the way you look when you're giving me oral sex, when you lift your eyes to look at me." I laughed and spat it out, asking him, "What do you look like?" Old Zhang

pulled my head back and made me take it in again before saying, "The way a prostitute looks."

I lifted my eyes even more frequently, revealing more seductive charm. Old Zhang couldn't take it anymore. He threw down the DV camera, grabbed my head, and started moving violently, [sorry, words omitted].

I spat out his stuff, closed my mouth, and swallowed the liquid in my mouth. At this moment, the secretary also came out for the second time. Because I was straddling him, he couldn't move, but his limp member had already slipped out of my body. Only Qiangzi was still moving.

I turned my head and said, "Qiangzi, you go out first, let me lie down." [sorry, words omitted].

I used my hand to spread Qiangzi's liquid evenly on my chest.

"They all say my feet are beautiful," Xiao Yin said, taking her right foot out of her mid-heeled sandals. They were indeed small feet, beautiful against the backdrop of flesh-colored stockings.

The female editor said, "Most men have a foot fetish." Xiao Yin laughed, saying, "Old Zhang and my manager are even worse. They want me to use my feet on them."

The female editor didn't speak. Xiao Yin continued, "I still have to leave here." The female editor looked up at her, and Xiao Yin continued, "Actually, I regret it. Sometimes I can't control my body, sometimes I really feel like I need it. But now I really miss the days when we went out with him and our son.

I'll save some money for our son and give it to him when the time is right." Xiao Yin sighed softly. "

What will you do if you miss your son after you leave?" the female editor asked.

Xiao Yin shook her head, not speaking, but tears welled up in her eyes.

"Is it only in this kind of abnormal relationship that you can achieve orgasm?" the female editor asked Xiao Yin.

Xiao Yin bit her lower lip slightly, hesitated for a moment, and seemed to nod. The female editor didn't ask any more questions, waiting for Xiao Yin's answer.

Xiao Yin finally said, "I really don't know how I became like this. Once, I went to a hotel after work, and I hitched a ride with Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang wasn't a good driver; he put his hand inside my stockings in the car. I felt really good at the time, letting him stir inside me. Later, when I was about to get my period, I suddenly asked Lao Zhang out of the blue, 'What would your wife do if she knew what you were doing?'

I meant to tease Lao Zhang, but he countered with, 'What would your husband do if he knew I was going to make you cum?'

That question suddenly gave me a strange excitement, and I came instantly."

The female editor didn't say anything.

Xiao Yin continued, "Maybe I'm just a born slut." "

Why do you think that?" the female editor asked.

Xiao Yin shook her head, shifted her posture, and said, "Lao Zhang is a perceptive person. He noticed it. Later, he repeatedly exploited this weakness of mine.

" "How did he exploit it?" the female editor asked.

Xiao Yin said, "He always made me verbally remind him of my betrayal of Da Cheng when we were having sex. And I could never control myself." Later, I grew to like that atmosphere.

I remember that time at his house, the day of my divorce. It was almost midnight, and we had already made love several times; we were both exhausted. Old Zhang got up and brought some food into the bedroom, carrying it on a tray. I smiled and said to him, "My husband has never brought me food like this."

Old Zhang watched me eat the snacks and drink a few sips of milk, then took the tray away and placed it on the bedside table. Suddenly, he hugged me again and asked, "Does he know you ate our semen?"

I nodded and said he did. Old Zhang started kissing me, saying, "I get excited just thinking about how your husband saw you eating my semen on the video."

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat, and I reached down to rub his hard flesh, saying, "Me too."

Later, Old Zhang entered me from behind, reaching out to hug my breasts, pulling my upper body off the bed, and while thrusting, he said, "He's never done this to you before, has he?"

I said, "I've never let him touch me. It's you." As I spoke, I felt inexplicably excited, turned my head to kiss him, and straightened my upper body.

This way, Lao Zhang couldn't move; if he moved, he would slip out. Lao Zhang held my head and kissed me, saying, "He definitely wants to have sex with your GM too."

I was so excited that I leaned down and shouted, "Hurry up!"

The female editor nervously picked up her cup to drink water.

Xiao Yin smiled and said, "Is it hard for you to hear such details?"

The female editor smiled awkwardly. "

Everyone says women are emotional creatures, but men are even more so," Xiao Yin said.

The female editor didn't speak. "

Even the later manager, he couldn't stand me provoking him the most. As soon as I provoked him, he would lose control. Sometimes it's quite funny."

The female editor looked up at Xiao Yin, her eyes questioning.

Xiao Yin said, "He didn't know about my divorce; he always thought I had a husband and had to stay home every day to be a wife and mother. So when I refused him, he didn't pester me. That time, I had arranged to meet Lao Zhang, but his wife was away on a business trip, so he asked me to go to his house." But in the afternoon, the manager texted me, saying he'd bought some fun things and invited me to a hotel that evening.

I replied, "I'd like to, but not tonight."

He asked, "Why not tonight?"

I lied and said, "Today is my wedding anniversary with my husband. I have to go home and do 'that' with him; the kids are at grandma's."

I deliberately provoked him. Xiao Yin said this to the female editor with a smile. The female editor asked, "And then?"

Xiao Yin said, "Once a man wants something, nothing can stop him." The more I said that, the more insistent he became, even saying he'd give me a gold card with money deposited in it if I agreed.

Actually, I was already thinking of agreeing; after all, Lao Zhang's wife was away on a business trip for several days.

After work, I took the manager's car to dinner first. On the way, Lao Zhang texted me, asking when I'd arrive. I replied, "Unfortunately, an old classmate came over, and I'm having dinner with her, so I'll be a little late."

Lao Zhang pressed, "When are you coming?" I replied, "Don't rush, it's been a long time since I've seen my old classmate; let's chat."

Even after dinner, when I arrived at the hotel with the manager, Lao Zhang kept texting me. The manager asked me, "Is your husband getting impatient?" I laughed and replied, "Of course he is! It's all your fault."

The manager then pinned me against the wall by the door, knelt behind me, and pulled down my stockings, kissing my private parts. (Sorry, words omitted)

I turned and leaned against the wall, panting, and said, "How about I make you get it out through oral sex? My husband is waiting for me." The manager refused and hurriedly took something out of his purse. I wondered what it was, but it turned out to be things from an adult store: a string of small silver beads and a sheep's eye ring.

The female editor nodded, indicating she knew what it was.

Xiao Yin said, "He soaked the sheep's eye ring in the bathroom, and when he came back, he carried me to bed." Just then, Lao Zhang texted me again, asking questions. While I was replying, the manager took off my shoes, grabbed my feet, and rubbed his penis between them.

After I hung up the phone, he asked me, "How did you explain it to your husband?"

I said, "I'm not telling you." He stuffed the string of beads into my back, one bead at a time, making me very itchy, and my vagina was leaking profusely. Then he grabbed the end of the string and pulled it all out at once. I screamed. This is not how you play with it, you should pull it out one bead at a time. He pulled it all out at once, which was too stimulating.

Xiao Yin's Diary (3)

Last night, the secretary was in a mess, probably angry.

It was Qiangzi who invited me. He said we hadn't been together for more than a week and asked if I missed him. I said yes. I had just had a fight with my husband these past few days, so I was staying at my mother's house. He didn't call, and he didn't know I wasn't going home at night.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was past 7 p.m. Qiangzi and Lao Zhang started immediately. The secretary seemed uninterested and was watching TV.

I gave Lao Zhang a blowjob, and Qiangzi was doing me from behind. I spat out Lao Zhang's penis and shouted to the secretary: Why aren't you coming? We're missing one.

The secretary then came over and said: I haven't gotten up yet. I laughed and said: What? You're not interested in me anymore?

Old Zhang, annoyed by my excessive talking, turned my head and forced his way in. He slowly made me eat, while Qiangzi, already drooling, got up to go smoke. I called out to the secretary again: "Aren't you coming?"

The secretary came over, his pants still on. I said to Lao Zhang, "Go ahead." Lao Zhang got up, and I lay down. Lao Zhang then entered my penis from the front. The secretary knelt beside my head, limp and drooping. I gave him a blowjob, and the secretary pinched my breasts, saying, "They're bigger than before."

Lao Zhang, while moving, said, "We've swollen them up."

The secretary half-sat up, and I started to feel it too, telling Lao Zhang to go harder. Lao Zhang said no, I was almost there too, and I'd come if I pushed.

I couldn't take it, and yelled at him, "Just go harder, let me enjoy myself first. You'll have your fun later, what are you afraid of?"

Lao Zhang got embarrassed and started moving hard, like a bellows. I came first, squeezing him tightly, and Lao Zhang ejaculated inside. The secretary then got up and said he wanted to go in.

Lao Zhang pulled away and went to the bathroom, and the secretary crawled down and crawled in front of me. I rubbed my feet against his face, and the secretary licked the soles of my feet, even biting through my stockings. (Sorry, words omitted)

I couldn't stand the slow pace, so I urged the secretary, but he didn't speak, just shook his head.

Just then, I saw Old Zhang come out of the bathroom, his penis erect, and I became impatient, shoving the secretary away and saying, "If you can't do it, then don't. Old Zhang, you do it."

The secretary, pushed away from me, his penis came out. Unexpectedly, he couldn't take it anymore, grabbing my ankles tightly, and his penis spurted out, splashing me all over.

I said, "Ugh, get me some paper." The secretary got angry, saying, "How could you do this?"

I got angry too, saying, "If you can't do it, then don't play. What kind of person are you to get me all over like this?" I grabbed some paper to wipe myself. The secretary got out of bed and went to the bathroom, looking resentful. Qiangzi came over and tried to calm me down, saying, "Don't make a fuss, just play around."

Later, Old Zhang came up, hugged me gently, and said, "Sweetheart, don't be angry. I won't touch you for a while, then I'll put it in."

I clung to Lao Zhang like an octopus, kissing him and saying, "I don't mind you getting all over me." The secretary didn't hear this in the bathroom. If he had, he would have been furious.

After showering for about ten minutes, the secretary came out and saw Qiangzi and Lao Zhang doing me again. He started getting dressed and said, "I'm leaving."

Neither Qiangzi nor Lao Zhang tried to stop him. Feeling guilty, I pushed them away and said, "You two rest for a bit," then took the secretary into the bathroom.

I locked the door and said, "Secretary, I was wrong. I'll let you do it alone now." The secretary said he wasn't interested. I said, "I'll let you do it in the bathtub while I'm wearing stockings." The secretary stopped moving.

I squatted down.

Xiao Yin's diary only has 15 entries. The interview transcripts are also quite short.

Furthermore, Lao Zhang said he could have obtained all the recordings, but after watching the three he had already received, he didn't want the rest. Lao Zhang's exact words were: "Watching porn gets me excited, but watching this doesn't give me a normal reaction."

Old Zhang never met Xiao Yin in person; all the interviews with her were conducted by the female editor.

The editor said that while Xiao Yin mostly smiled during their conversations, her smiles were tinged with bitterness—the kind of self-deprecating smile born from the pain of losing something precious, knowing it can never be regained, a forced yet unwilling resignation.

Some people have asked what the final outcome of this story is. Actually, it was already mentioned in a previous post.

Da Cheng is raising his child and working normally. He hasn't found a new girlfriend.
Xiao Yin is preparing to go abroad, perhaps within six months.
The child no longer asks where their mother is.

That's the end of it; there's nothing more to say.

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