Online Digest - My Sexual History 03

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(III) Sex During Entrepreneurship (Final Chapter).

Sitting on the train home, the scene of enlisting three years ago flashed before my eyes, as if it had all happened yesterday. Three years of military service had truly matured me; from now on, I would face constant challenges in life.

Back home, my family was happily waiting for me. Xiao Rui's belly was already showing, but she could only hide it by saying she needed a long leave to prepare for the wedding.

The new house was also finished being renovated; it seemed everything was just waiting for me, the groom. I resented my parents arranging my life this way. They were trying to use the family to tie my heart down, completely disregarding my feelings. Thinking that if it weren't for my mother, perhaps I would be happily decorating my love nest with Jieyu, I wanted to run away from home. But seeing my mother's full head of white hair, the thought was dispelled. Because I was causing her worry and accelerating her aging, my mother looked much older than she actually was. Plus, Rui Rui, like a cheerful little swallow, was so pure and loving, constantly directing me to arrange the furnishings of the small house. I really couldn't bear to hurt them. Jieyu had said that if she caused a tragedy for my family, she would never forgive herself. I decided to fulfill my parents' wishes first before making any future plans.

Less than a month after my discharge from the army, I held my own wedding. Jieyu sent me a Louis Vuitton suit from Shanghai, with 10,000 yuan in cash and a men's diamond ring tucked into the pocket, which should have been a pair with the one she was wearing. On my wedding day, I wore it on my finger. Xiaorui asked me curiously where it came from, and I said my mother bought it. My mother smiled bitterly with worry; she knew I understood everything. That night, she talked to me for a long time. My mother hadn't expected a middle-aged woman to have such deep feelings for her son, but even now she still objected, because it was definitely explosive news at the time, especially since she had lost her fertility and didn't want her son to be destitute in his old age. I listened obediently, while indicating to my mother that my relationship with Jieyu wouldn't affect the family, and my mother could only helplessly let me have my way.

On our wedding night, I tried having sex with Xiaorui. My fear of pregnant women was still strong, almost causing me to become impotent. In the end, she gave me oral sex. Perhaps due to her upbringing, Xiaorui had never been very sexually active, and the pregnancy made her even more indifferent.

Although Xiaorui was a police officer specializing in household registration, her physical fitness, honed at the police academy, meant that despite her growing belly, she didn't feel bloated at all. Every evening after dinner, she would hold my hand and ask me to go for a walk with her. For the sake of the next generation, I had no choice but to obediently accompany her every day. I truly envied my comrades, who seemed to be living a life of revelry.

Finally, the day of job assignment arrived. My father-in-law worked in the provincial political and legal department, so naturally, he placed me in the traffic police detachment of the municipal public security bureau. His intention was for me to gain experience for two years, be promoted, then transferred to the provincial level, and then temporarily assigned to a post. This way, I could at least reach the deputy director level within ten years. Although my father was nearing retirement, his former subordinates still respected him and were willing to help me. And so, I started working.

The job of a traffic policeman is tedious, even though it seems powerful and lucrative. It doesn't suit my personality. Seeing drivers pleading makes my heart soften, and I always issue tickets at the minimum rate, which often leads to failing to meet my quota. Even when I do meet it, it's not much beyond that. My colleagues in the team are very unhappy, and my supervisor has spoken to me several times, hinting that if I improve my performance within a year, they can change my status. I have no choice but to harden my heart and try to generate more revenue.

Rui Rui gave birth to a healthy baby boy; it was a natural birth, and both mother and child are safe. My father-in-law called the chief to say that Rui Rui was unwell and had taken a long leave to stay home and take care of the baby, fully supporting my work.

Jieyu secretly came to visit a few times. I would use the excuse of working the night shift to sneak out and meet her. Because I couldn't give her a proper status, I felt incredibly guilty and tried to persuade her to leave me. She asked if I disliked her for being too old, and if so, she would die. Although I wasn't her virgin, we were her first love. Even her family urged her to remarry, but she refused, saying she had no interest in marriage. She didn't ask me to divorce her; she just wanted me not to abandon her. I had nothing more to say, so I could only continue to appease her.

One day, a man from Shanghai suddenly called me. It turned out to be Jieyu's brother, saying his sister was critically ill and just wanted to see me one last time. Without hesitation, I took leave, made up an excuse with my family, and rushed to Shanghai that very night.

Shanghai truly lived up to its reputation as an international metropolis—brilliantly lit, bustling with traffic, and towering skyscrapers rising from the ground. The blueprint of reform and opening up was gradually being implemented, showcasing its prosperous economic strength. I didn't have time to appreciate any of the beautiful scenery; I took a taxi directly to the hospital. I rushed to the ward and saw Jieyu lying unconscious on the bed, with a man and a woman standing beside her—her younger brother and sister. My arrival offered them some comfort, but they looked at me with a strange expression, perhaps surprised that I was so young. Jieyu had uterine cancer, but fortunately it was discovered early, and the doctor recommended a removal procedure. She was about to tell me and ask for my opinion when she suddenly started bleeding and was brought in.

The doctor rushed in and asked the family to sign the consent form. They looked at me, signed my name without hesitation, and took her to the operating room.

While anxiously waiting outside, we were initially a little awkward, but gradually began to talk. Shanghainese are quite xenophobic; her brother initially seemed a bit dismissive of me, only knowing that his sister had fallen in love with a young man, but unaware of our love story. When I told them about our experiences, they were both moved and developed a liking for me.

As he busied himself with official business, he took out an English contract from his briefcase. I glanced at it curiously and noticed an error. It was an ore order between Baosteel and a foreign multinational corporation; a small grammatical error had completely altered the meaning. When I pointed this out, he looked at me with surprise and began to discuss it in detail. I frankly stated my views: reform and opening up was the best opportunity; Shanghai held enormous business opportunities; the booming construction market meant basic materials would inevitably be in short supply. We should immediately switch to a market economy; seizing the opportunity would definitely lead to great development. (Actually, this was a confidential telegram that had just been passed to provincial-level officials; I saw it from my father—it was classified at the time.)

Jieyu's brother was stunned by my words, never expecting a young man to have such insight. He immediately asked if I was interested in business, suggesting I consider starting a company with him. He held an important position at Baosteel, and since it wasn't convenient for him to be in the limelight, I could hold a nominal position and handle the sales, with profits split equally. The condition was that I had to invest 500,000 yuan—an astronomical figure! Keep in mind that my salary at the time was only a little over 500 yuan. I pretended to hesitate, saying we'd discuss it after Jieyu's matter was settled.

The operating room door opened, revealing Jieyu, her face gaunt and bloodless, still unconscious. I gripped her hand tightly, tears streaming down my face. Jieyu sensed my presence, opened her eyes, managed a weak smile, and then drifted back into unconsciousness. Scenes from years ago flashed before my eyes, perhaps a lingering effect of that surgery. The thought intensified my guilt. How many lifetimes would it take to repay this lovely, pitiful woman for what she had sacrificed?

During the days she cared for me in the hospital, she repeatedly asked me questions. I could hear the worry and distress in her voice, and I could only offer her constant comfort. Thanks to the excellent medical care, Jieyu recovered quickly, her beautiful face returning. The doctor secretly told me the surgery was successful, but there was no guarantee what would happen in the future; in any case, she would be fine for the next few years, the key being proper care.

I resolved to stay by her side for the next few years. Having made up my mind, I hurriedly returned to my hometown and told both sets of parents about my plan to go into business. Naturally, I received unanimous opposition. Xiaorui wasn't bothered, but my mother and father-in-law were the main objections. My mother knew why I was going to Shanghai, but my father-in-law was completely unaware. He had originally wanted to groom me as his successor and felt it was a pity to give up his political career now. I patiently worked on their case, and my father, perhaps because of his understanding of the central government's documents, gave me a lot of support. That's how I managed to get a loan of 500,000 yuan from one of my father's old subordinates. Seeing that so much money had already been withdrawn, my mother could only sigh. My father-in-law helped me get a leave of absence without pay, and after settling things at home, I rushed to Shanghai to start a new chapter in my life.

With the help of Jieyu's younger brother, I quickly registered a company, and Shanghai Jiepeng Materials Co., Ltd. officially opened. Because Jieyu's younger brother had considerable influence at Baosteel and many friends in the materials industry, coupled with my humility and diligence, I quickly built strong relationships with the business units, and the company's business flourished, bringing in a fortune every day.

My remittances kept arriving at home, easing my parents' worries. Xiaorui was focused on raising her child; since both of us are only children, she couldn't come over, only repeatedly reminding me to take care of myself on the phone…

Jieyu had taken sick leave and prepared meals for me at home every day. No matter when I returned home, she would always come running like a little bird, giving me a sweet kiss, helping me take off my coat and change into slippers, and then we would eat together, happily watching me devour my food. Sometimes, when work was busy, I wouldn't get home until late at night, and seeing her asleep on the table, wrapped in a sweater, filled me with both anger and pity. A woman who deeply loved herself could wash away the day's hardships without a trace. I would gently pick her up and put her on the bed. Jieyu recovered very well; she fully recovered in four months. I accompanied her to several gynecological checkups; her wounds healed well, and no more cancer cells were found. Naturally, I was incredibly relieved.

One day in golden October, Jieyu called me early in the morning, instructing me to be home that evening. I found it strange; Jieyu never calls to urge me to get home, no matter how late it is. Why was she acting so unusually today? Just as I was wondering, I noticed on the calendar that it was almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and it dawned on me that it must be our anniversary. Before the office building closed, I hurriedly said goodbye to the accountant and rushed home. When I was almost home, I bought a bouquet of roses. Remembering the jade bracelet she had seen with me while shopping a few days ago, I quickly took a taxi to buy it. The traffic on the way back was terrible, and I didn't get home until seven o'clock.

I quietly opened the door and saw two candles on the table, a bottle of red wine, and a few side dishes. Jieyu was busy in the kitchen, humming a little tune. I tiptoed and hid the flowers, put the bracelet under my pillow, and pretended to have just arrived home. When Jieyu saw me come back, she put down what she was doing and came to greet me. I deliberately said, "Honey, we have guests today. It's such a big celebration. I'm afraid I have to go to the Baosteel plate mill later; we need to ship five train cars tonight. I have to go check on them."

Jieyu's face clearly showed disappointment, but she still smiled and kissed me. "No one's here. We just saw you've been working hard lately and wanted to treat you." "Oh, then I'll be going." "Why don't you finish eating before you go?" "No, I'll finish loading the train cars and have dinner with a few people from the workshop." Jieyu lowered her head. "Oh, you…you should wear more clothes; it'll be cold tonight." She ran to get a wool sweater and handed it to me. Stealing a glance at her expression, I saw her eyes were starting to redden.

After leaving, I stood outside for a few minutes before returning home. I didn't see Jieyu in the dining room, but I heard sobbing coming from the bedroom. I quickly took out the flowers and went into the bedroom. Jieyu was lying on the bed, her head buried in the pillow, crying sadly, her childlike, delicate feet kicking the sheets. She was only just getting better; how could I play a prank on her and make her sad? This joke had gone too far, and I began to regret it.

Sensing my breath, she looked up in surprise, tears blurring her carefully applied makeup. Seeing the rose in my hand, she instantly understood everything. She stopped sobbing, a relieved smile spreading across her face. She playfully punched my chest with her small fist, her lovely face still glistening with tears, like the rose blooming in the morning dew. I pulled her tightly into my arms, kissing her lovingly, and she began to respond.

Since the surgery, we had suppressed our desires, and the passion that had been building up for days finally erupted in an instant. We pulled off each other's clothes, revealing Jieyu's carefully chosen black lingerie. It turned out she had meticulously planned our romantic night. Kissing her entire body, Jieyu was already panting heavily under my teasing, her long-dormant private parts flowing with a clear spring. I spread her legs and greedily sucked on her vulva, Jieyu's reserve completely destroyed by the burning desire. Her legs began to contract inwards, spasming intermittently, and she moaned softly, pleading for my entry. Deliberately delaying her response, Jieyu impatiently pushed me down onto the bed, grasped my penis, and forcefully sat down. At the moment of penetration, she let out a cry, then began to move wildly up and down. Watching her vulva relentlessly engulf my penis, her love juices flowing over my genitals, I couldn't suppress my passion any longer and ejaculated hot semen, reaching orgasm with her.

We lay quietly on the bed. I gently stroked her hair and took a bracelet from under the pillow, putting it on her wrist. Jieyu gazed at me tenderly, asking with concern if I noticed any changes in her. I knew she was afraid of losing her womanhood after having her uterus removed. Words couldn't dispel her doubts; only actions could explain everything. Countless orgasms throughout the night helped her cast aside all her worries and regain her confidence.

The company's business was booming. In less than two years, my brother-in-law and I had made a fortune. Now, money was just a number; I wasn't greedy. I no longer micromanaged the company's operations as much as before. The key employees were dedicated and hardworking, and I asked my brother-in-law for his opinion on improving their compensation and linking their bonuses to profits. That way, we could just look at the monthly reports and be done with it. With more free time, we naturally had a lot more time. I would drive her around the country, living a life of blissful intimacy.

Every time I went shopping or traveling with Jieyu, I had to endure many sarcastic glances. The sixteen-year age gap seemed significant even now, let alone in the early 1990s. Many people thought I was a gigolo who was marrying a rich woman. Even though I pulled out a bunch of VIP cards when swiping my card, the cashier still looked at me with disdain. I couldn't explain to each of them. That wasn't the reason I was upset. Jieyu and I were afraid at night; the house was so quiet and empty. We couldn't be making love all day long. Seeing other people's children, her eyes showed longing, which made me feel down too. I could only keep comforting her. Whenever she was down, I would spend a day or two comforting her. Although I wasn't supposed to handle the business myself, I still had to accompany the big clients, including the steel mill leaders. I didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone at home, but taking her with me wasn't appropriate either. So I had my subordinates' wives keep her company by playing mahjong and getting beauty treatments.

Once a woman is over forty, perhaps due to physiological reasons, she tends to get angry for no reason. Every year I have to go home for two months to spend time with my parents, wife, and children. Xiaorui has mentioned bringing the child to Shanghai several times, but her mother always finds some reason to stop her. Watching the child grow up day by day, I feel guilty towards my wife. Returning to Shanghai and seeing her broke my heart. The house was empty, and I knew my health would collapse if I stayed like this. But when she got angry, she was unreasonable and spoiled, which annoyed me too. Jieyu's temper was getting worse, and so was my mood. I often drove alone to Chang'an Cemetery on the Hu-Min Highway to find peace. Why did our lives become like this in just a few years? I truly understood the meaning of "distance makes the heart grow fonder" today. Perhaps it was because we spent too much time together. I decided to distance myself from Jieyu for a while and focus more on my work.

My secretary, Xiaoqian, is a very considerate girl from Suzhou. Every morning when I arrive at the office, my favorite oolong tea is already brewed. The other night, her messy office was spotless when I left work. She

performs very well when negotiating business deals; she prepares all the materials I need and is very adept at business discussions. I jokingly said she should be a business manager instead of a secretary, and she always smiled shyly with her head down when praised.

As I gave her more responsibility, her performance became increasingly outstanding, yet she remained humble. I began to try putting her in charge of the first business unit, and by the end of the year, she had achieved the highest profit. With my brother-in-law's consent, I promoted her to vice general manager. Behind her back, she no longer called me Chairman Han, but affectionately called me Brother Xiaopeng.

The company had a channel steel business with Hangzhou Steel Plant, and I planned to go to Hangzhou. Jieyu hadn't been feeling well these past few days, so I asked Xiaoqian to go and discuss it. I received a call from her that afternoon, and I rushed to Hangzhou.

When we met, she threw herself into my arms and cried, sobbing as she poured out her troubles. It turned out that the manager in charge of the business at Hangzhou Steel Plant, seeing that it was a young girl, felt that the company didn't value this business, so he deliberately made things difficult for her by raising the price by 200 yuan per ton. For 5,000 tons of goods, that would mean an extra 1 million yuan. He even tried to grope her during lunch, and she had no choice but to call me.

I arranged a meeting with him through his superior. Regardless of his relationship with his superiors, it's important to maintain good relationships with his subordinates. I deliberately arranged a mid-range dinner, inviting two of my former comrades who had transferred to Hangzhou to accompany me. During the dinner, I introduced Xiaoqian as my sister, both to show my respect for him and to curb his lustful thoughts. Since the comrades accompanying him were my former superiors in the military, now heads of law enforcement in Hangzhou, his attitude noticeably improved. After dinner, I took him to a nightclub, gave him three hostesses and a 50,000 yuan red envelope. He was overjoyed, swearing he would give our company priority in the future, and signed a contract on the spot.

Because things went so smoothly, I drank quite a bit, and Xiaoqian drank a bottle of red wine, her cheeks flushed.

Upon arriving at the hotel, she first took me to my room, and I immediately rushed to the bathroom to vomit. She patiently attended to me. The strong aftereffects of the high-proof Wuliangye were really potent, leaving me dizzy and unable to move from the bed. She first took off my shoes and socks, then took off my coat and hung it up. As she bent down to wipe me, my two white breasts playfully peeked out from under my purple bra, revealing a deep cleavage. Because Jieyu hadn't been feeling well lately, we hadn't had sex for over a week, and I, being a young man under 30, was at the age when my sexual desire was at its peak.

Everything before me instantly aroused my desire. I grabbed her waistband and fell onto the bed, greedily sucking on her cherry-like lips. Xiaoqian was stunned at first, mechanically opening her mouth. When I grasped her firm breasts, she gently pushed me away, making a soft sound of rejection. When my hand reached her genitals, I could clearly feel that the opening was somewhat wet, but tears were streaming from her eyes. It was like a blow to the head, silencing my lust.

I got up and ran to the bathroom to rinse off the desire with cold water, washed my face, rinsed my mouth, wrapped a towel around my neck, and came out with my head down.

"Xiaoqian, I'm sorry, I drank too much. Please forgive me." She sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes. In this awkward situation, saying anything would be superfluous. The room was completely silent; the air seemed to freeze. Suddenly, I felt her lips kiss me, clumsily. Opening my eyes, I saw Xiaoqian's eyes were tightly closed, her face even redder than when she was drunk. The suppressed desire was released again.

I responded enthusiastically, my tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. Sweet saliva flowed down her delicate tongue into my throat. Xiaoqian had already taken off her coat; her purple underwear looked so alluring in the dim light.

I never expected that 25-year-old Xiaoqian was still a virgin. I felt it the moment I entered, but it was too late to turn back. Her vagina, after foreplay, happily welcomed my penis, only to be met with torment.

I lowered my waist and thrust hard, my penis slowly advancing as the resistance lessened. Lost in the passionate kiss, Xiaoqian let out a soft moan. The extreme pain caused her to bite my arm, tears streaming down her face. I whispered words of comfort in her ear, my penis motionless in the soft, warm, and moist space. Her beautiful body curled up in my arms like a little white rabbit. I began to admire her. Her firm breasts were within my grasp, her nipples proudly erect. Below her flat, smooth abdomen, at the junction of her fair legs, the sparse pubic hair appeared even darker and shinier. Her tender pink labia majora tightly held my penis, a round clitoris slightly protruding from the cleft.

I held her breast with one hand, while the fingers of the other gently massaged her clitoris, kissing her labia majora and earlobe. The natural physiological response gradually lessened the pain. She slowly opened her eyes and saw my lion-like body naked and entwined with hers. She shyly whimpered and nestled into my arms. As waves of uncontrollable pleasure washed over her, Xiaoqian's breathing became increasingly rapid. Her legs clung tightly to my waist, her hips twisting and turning involuntarily, rising and swaying from side to side. I began to try slight thrusts, each one causing her a little pain, but mostly pleasure. Sometimes she gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, sometimes she put one hand to her mouth, her tearful appearance truly intoxicating.

My wet, slightly reddish penis moved in and out of her narrow vagina, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger. I could even feel the friction between the glans and every fold of her vaginal walls. I began to increase my speed, whispering, "Does it still hurt?" Xiaoqian bit her hand, letting out soft moans. Her glossy black hair swayed on the snow-white pillow, her legs clumsily wrapped around my waist, her vulva pressed against my genitals, desperately thrusting upwards to meet my thrusts. With a roar, I released my hot semen into her virgin territory.

Even now, I don't really enjoy having sex with virgins, perhaps because my first partner was a married woman. A young married woman is the epitome of womanhood, like a ripe peach, irresistible and alluring. During lovemaking, she understands how to cooperate, allowing one to reach the pinnacle of pleasure and experience the essence of lovemaking. A young girl, on the other hand, is like a green apple, slightly bitter. Without experience, she finds it difficult to experience sexual pleasure and may even feel guilty. If you can't give her a future, it's best not to pick her too easily, or it could ruin her life.

The next day we got up late, paid the hotel 1000 yuan for cleaning, and Xiaoqian carefully folded and packed the sheets. Once in the car, I remained silent, the atmosphere very awkward. Xiaoqian also lowered her head and remained silent.

As we approached a service area just out of the city, she looked up, her face flushed, and asked me to stop the car. I quickly got out and, with slightly aching steps, ran into the restroom. I lit a cigarette and squatted beside the car, trying to figure out how to explain things to her. Lost in thought, I was suddenly enveloped in her arms from behind, and she whispered in my ear, "I love you. I'm willing to give you my first time. When we get back to Shanghai, let's pretend nothing happened. Let me be a happy bride all the way, okay?" Turning around, I looked at her innocent face, her eyes brimming with tears, and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, but also a sense of relief.

At lunch, I told her the whole story about Jieyu, taking the opportunity to clarify my stance.

Xiaoqian whispered to me, "Many people think Southern girls are very open, but that's not true. My parents were very strict with me growing up, and I only played with my cousin from my aunt's side. On my first day at the company, I noticed how much you resembled my cousin. Later, you were very kind to me, caring for me in every way. Every time I'm with you, I feel an urge to hug you and snuggle against your chest. Peng, don't feel guilty. I'm an adult too, and I know what I'm doing. I just want to stay with you at the company."

After leaving the service area, I called Jieyu and told her I'd be back a day later. I drove towards Wuzhen with Xiaoqian. Xiaoqian rested her head on my lap, curiously taking out my penis and examining it. As I kneaded it, it slowly became erect. "How strange," she said, "it looked like a silkworm just now, but now it's a big red sausage." Xiaoqian, who had just transitioned from a young girl to a young woman, was so curious about sex. I gently pressed her head, signaling her to give me oral sex. Xiaoqian hesitated for a moment, then swallowed it. Because it was her first time, she was so clumsy; she didn't even notice her teeth scraping against my glans. Hearing my hiss in pain, she began to wrap her tongue around my penis like she was eating a popsicle, sucking hard. She was truly a genius at lovemaking; she quickly became adept, sucking and moaning softly while gently stroking my scrotum with her hand.

Under the intense attraction, I couldn't control myself anymore. I leaned back in the seat, my body pointing upwards, and filled her small mouth with my penis, ejaculating gushing semen inside. Ignoring her whistling protests, because there was no room to breathe, she could only swallow it mouthful by mouthful. The ear-piercing screech of a truck overtaking me pulled me back from the overwhelming pleasure, and I quickly swerved to straighten the car. Xiaoqian looked up and wiped the semen residue from the corner of her mouth, saying coquettishly, "I almost choked to death. It smelled weird."

"This is very nourishing. Eating too much is good for your beauty. Those people in the arts and culture circle rely on this to maintain their youthful appearance. Haven't you heard that one drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood?" Xiaoqian obediently licked the semen off her hand. I wanted to laugh but couldn't say it. If I did, I would be scolded to death.

"It doesn't smell like much, it smells like grass," the ignorant woman said, further fueling my wicked thoughts. "Take off your underwear, let me check." She obediently took off her underwear, revealing traces of dried semen and blood mixed in the crotch area. One hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching towards her genitals. "Be careful, we're driving." "It's okay, I'm driving slowly," she said, leaning against the car door with her buttocks facing me. Her pink vulva was swollen and red from last night's storm; it hurt when I touched it. I inserted my fingers, scraping along the inner walls, not missing a single bump.

"Ouch," she said, probably because the remaining hymen hadn't fully healed. I thrust further inside, wantonly ravaging her vagina. She began to blush and gasp for breath, her face contorting. Her tightly closed mouth soon began to moan softly, her buttocks twisting intermittently, her vulva and anus bulging outwards, her vaginal fluids flowing freely. Xiaoqian kicked off her shoes, arching her body, her toes clenched, her legs intertwined. I inserted my middle and index fingers together, pressing my ring finger against her clitoris, my thumb sweeping across her anus. Under the intense assault, she began to tremble, emitting cries of agony.

We arrived in Wuzhen and found a hotel to stay in. As soon as we entered, we became entangled in a frenzied lovemaking, from the bed to the bathroom, and back again. My penis remained inside until dusk. As I withdrew, a mixture of white, yellow, and red fluids flowed continuously from her swollen, purplish vulva. We were too exhausted to get up, so we cuddled and slept for a while. When we woke up, it was almost ten o'clock. We planned to take her out for dinner, but she couldn't even put on her underwear.

Wearing only a dress and completely naked underneath, we went to a food stall outside to eat. Then we bought some thin, silky underwear from the supermarket and went back to our room. That night, she said her genitals were burning, and when I looked, I saw that the skin was broken from penetration. So I casually opened her anus, but Xiaoqian didn't really like sex, but she endured it for my sake, tears streaming down her face from the pain. I had to stop halfway and make her give me oral sex. Xiaoqian even kindly fed me the semen from her mouth, saying it was to help me recover from a long day. Damn it, I brought this on myself. I didn't expect it to turn out like this, and I spat it out when she wasn't looking.

The next morning, we decided to go back, because then she wouldn't be able to go anywhere. She lay face down on the back seat of the car, and I bought her some ointment to apply. It seemed impossible for her to go to work, so I told her to go home and rest for a week. I dropped her off at her apartment building and was about to take her upstairs when I suddenly received a call from Jieyu, saying she needed to see me urgently.

Xiaoqian urged me to go back. Watching her slowly climb the stairs, I felt a mix of emotions. I was already overwhelmed, and now it seemed like there was another one to deal with. Was I a romantic or a playboy? I didn't even know myself.

When I got home, Jieyu quickly changed my slippers at the door, which surprised me. "Wife, what's the rush? I was thinking of going to the sauna. I've been so tired these past few days. It's a good thing you didn't go, otherwise I wouldn't have had time to take care of you." I realized then that I was quite good at lying. "Honey, you've worked hard. I'll give you a massage tonight." She kissed me and quickly pulled me into the living room.

A young woman was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Hearing our footsteps, she immediately stood up. It was Liu Min, a spitting image of Jieyu.

"When did Xiaomin get back?"

"Uncle... Peng... I landed at noon and came straight here by taxi." She gave me a perfect Japanese bow.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I could have called the company car to pick you up."

"No need to trouble yourself. I don't have much stuff anyway, it's easy for me to do it alone."

"Xiaomin is taller than your mother now, but a little thin. Are you getting used to life in Japan?"

"It's alright. My mother sends me money every month, and I also get scholarships. You can persuade her not to send me money anymore; I can be independent now."

"It's nothing. We have plenty of money at home. Besides, it's more reassuring to have a fuller pocket when you're away from home. Buy whatever you need. Don't deprive yourself. We can give you more if you need more. Money is meant to be spent; otherwise, it's just a piece of paper."

Xiaomin has been studying at a university in Japan for years, then got into a master's program, and is now pursuing a doctorate. Our situation was a big blow to her, but it spurred her to study hard. Her grades have always been excellent. She ignored Jieyu for a while, but later, knowing the hardships of life and understanding her mother's struggles, she started contacting her again. After I started earning money, I asked Jieyu to send her money every month. Knowing our situation, she tacitly accepted our relationship. It's just a little awkward, though.

I glanced at my watch; it was almost 5 PM. I told Jieyu to call our usual seafood restaurant and reserve a private room, and also to invite my brother-in-law and sister-in-law's families over for a get-together. Actually, I also wanted to eat some oysters to nourish myself before I finished my homework that night. Jieyu smiled and said, "I've prepared everything. Let's eat at home tonight.

The housekeeper has washed all the vegetables. I'll cook myself tonight, both to welcome my daughter and to give my husband a warm welcome. We'll invite them over tomorrow." I went to the kitchen and saw all the dishes that Xiaomin and I liked.

"You should let the housekeeper cook; you haven't been feeling well lately."

"What kind of man goes into the kitchen? Xiaoxia will help me. You go out and keep Xiaomin company

." I ordered Australian lobster and creamy oysters for delivery, took out a chess set, and started playing with Xiaomin. Out of the corner of my eye, I sensed the resentful look in Xiaomin's eyes, but I pretended not to notice. We chatted while playing chess. I won two out of three games, probably because Xiaomin was letting me win. After the takeout arrived, Jieyu came to call us for dinner, and the family went to the dining room to eat. During the meal, Jieyu asked Xiaomin if she was in a relationship.

It turned out that Xiaomin had a boyfriend in Japan, an honest and simple Japanese man from a well-off family with small landowners. The man's parents also liked Xiaomin very much and planned to have them get married this year. Xiaomin had come back to seek her mother's opinion. The man's family had invited us to Japan for the wedding. As Jieyu listened, tears welled up in her eyes again. She had hoped her daughter could come back to China to keep her company, but her hopes were dashed. After all, she was her own flesh and blood; she had married far away from home and suffered hardships with no one to confide in. I understood what Xiaomin's choice meant. On one hand, she wanted to avoid us; on the other hand, she studied precision engineering, meaning her expertise would be useless back home, and she didn't want her years of hard work to be wasted.

Xiaomin and Jieyu are mother and daughter with opposite personalities. Jieyu can give up everything for love, while Xiaomin is a woman who can sacrifice family and love for her career. Because I utterly despise the Japanese, I also felt a certain aversion towards Xiaomin. However, out of consideration for Jieyu, I couldn't say anything. Besides, she wasn't my daughter, so why should I concern myself with such trivial matters? When we talked about marriage plans, Jieyu looked at me with expectant eyes.

"Xiaomin, your uncle and I have made quite a bit of money in business over the years. Your mother only has you as her daughter, so we will definitely attend the wedding. We will respect your decision. As for the dowry, you can buy it yourself over there. If you need money, just call your mother, no matter how much. Don't let the Japanese look down on us. We'll buy you a house. There are still five months until the wedding. Tell the groom's parents that we will definitely be there." These words made Jieyu overjoyed. The man she loved was doing his best to arrange her daughter's wedding, earning her respect, and she looked at me with grateful eyes. I inwardly cursed that I was going to have to spend a fortune.

Jieyu hadn't been feeling well lately, and my libido was quite high; we couldn't control ourselves even when we were together. So we slept in separate rooms. When Xiaomin came back, I couldn't let her share a room with the nanny, so I tidied up the room for Xiaomin. I told the nanny to set up a makeshift bed on the floor in the study, but Jieyu stopped her and pulled me into the bedroom. That night, the bedroom was naturally filled with a romantic atmosphere. After showering, I lay in bed watching Jieyu carefully dress herself up. Her fair face was flushed from drinking a little wine, and her full figure was outlined under her black lace lingerie. Her clean body exuded an arousing fragrance, and she felt my burning gaze.

"Don't look at me like that," Jieyu said shyly.

"We're an old married couple, why be so polite?" I pulled her into my arms.

"Thank you, husband."

"Thank you? Then you'd better thank me properly tonight." My hands began to roam over her body. Her bra was gently removed, revealing her full breasts. Her cute, dark red nipples were perky. I grabbed her snow-white breasts and slowly rubbed them, and her nipples gradually hardened.

"No, stop touching me." I slid my hand down to her buttocks and rubbed her genitals with my arm, my fingers sweeping across her anus. A soft moan escaped her half-open mouth, and her eyes were filled with a dazed look. "Husband, I want..." Jieyu pulled one leg out of her panties and eagerly climbed onto me.

"Don't rush, wife. A big meal is meant to be enjoyed with a warming drink first," I teased her.

“I haven’t gotten up yet. You’ve left it empty for almost a month. Comfort it first,” Jieyu said, bringing her face close to the erect penis, brushing the hair that had fallen on her face, and lightly kissing the tip. The penis began to throb. She extended her wet tongue and rubbed the urethral opening, licking towards the glans and base, her seductive eyes looking at me, her red lips moving incessantly around the glans.

Because I had made too much love with Xiaoqian these past two days, I wasn’t in a hurry to release my desire. Anxiously, she changed positions, turning her lower body towards me, hoping to give her some pleasure. Seeing that Jieyu was only wearing garter belts and stockings, with black panties still wrapped around her calves, her vulva already wet under her thick black pubic hair, I began to lightly tease her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, flicking her labia, while a finger was inserted into her anus and slowly moving in and out. Jieyu’s rationality had vanished; burning with desire, she twisted her pink buttocks back and forth.

"Inside, further in, no...don't...suck...anymore."

"Husband...give it to me, I want...no...don't...lick...anymore. I want...your...cock." Just as I released my grip on her buttocks, Jieyu turned and kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth as she sucked, her small hands guiding my penis as she sat down. The moment my penis entered, she let out a satisfied sigh. Then she began to thrust wildly up and down, occasionally circling her buttocks against my body or rubbing back and forth. She rubbed her clitoris against my body, her breasts trembling uncontrollably. I reached out and grasped her two swaying breasts, kneading them like dough, deforming them. Jieyu let out a moan, her body arching backward, her legs clamping around my hips, shaking incessantly.

I knew she was having an orgasm. Seizing the opportunity, I laid her down on the bed, placing her legs on my shoulders, and began to thrust. Jieyu kneaded her breasts with both hands and started moaning; I reckon even Xiaomin next door could hear her.

"Come on... fuck... your... darling... fuck... your... slutty... flesh, faster... faster." I deliberately paused.

"Don't stop, my big... cock, my dear... brother," she cried anxiously, shaking her buttocks. Watching the dark, shiny penis go in and out of her dark red labia, drawing out gushes of lustful fluid, Jieyu, like a frenzied female beast, craved desire, and I began to enjoy the pleasure of sex. I thrust my penis rapidly, each time reaching the deepest point, the scrotum slapping against her labia with a slapping sound, and with ejaculation, we reached orgasm together.

The next day, I opened my eyes and saw Jieyu kneeling at the head of the bed, looking at me with tears in her eyes. I quickly got up and asked her what was wrong? She smiled sadly and said, "It's nothing, just thinking about us before, it's a bit painful. By the way, honey, let's not sleep separately anymore, let's sleep together." Xiaomin has been back for a week, and Jieyu and I have tried to avoid spending all our time with her. Either Jieyu takes her shopping, or I drive her out alone. This is better for everyone. When she's with me alone, she calls me Brother Xiaopeng. Back home, she calls me Uncle.

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye. Tomorrow Xiaomin is leaving, and Jieyu is going to the hospital for a checkup, so she asked me to go with her to sweep her grandfather's grave. I wanted to go with her to the checkup first, but she declined. We arrived at the cemetery with Xiaomin. It was quiet in the summer, just the two of us. After offering flowers, we sat in the car, pulled the seat back, and chatted for a while.

Shanghai is hot this year, and even with the air conditioning on low, I still felt burning hot, wondering if I had a fever. Xiaomin reached out and touched my head, saying I was okay. Suddenly, she kissed me. I didn't respond at all; I was stunned, then pushed her away. Xiaomin reached out and pulled out the key. "Brother Xiaopeng, Uncle Xiaopeng. Or call me Dad. Anyway, listen to what I have to say today."

"Actually, I've loved you since junior high. Every time you scored a goal on the court, I would jump up and cheer for you. Washing your clothes, even the smell of your sweat was so exciting. Do you know what I thought when I found out about you and Mom? Suicide! I stayed by the river for a whole afternoon. I thought I would be happy if I left you, but I was wrong. Seeing you, I realized I had never forgotten you. Seeing you and Mom so happy, last night I heard everything. I was happy for Mom; she found a good husband, but I was sad for myself. Why would a mother and daughter fall in love with the same person?" She leaned on the windowsill and sobbed. I could only mechanically stroke her back and say some comforting words.

“I know you hate Japanese people, so I deliberately found a Japanese person to annoy you. Who knew you wouldn't care about me at all?”

“Xiaomin, I’m sorry. I’ve always treated you like my own sister. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow. There’s something I only want to say to you. All these years in Japan, with the money you sent me, I haven’t suffered. I’ve spent all my time studying. My major is the most advanced technology in Japan and the world. Without Japanese citizenship, I won’t be able to access the core technology. Once I master the real technology, I will return to China to serve my country.” Hearing this, my impression of her changed completely.

Xiaomin smiled bitterly and said, “Xiaolin is an honest man, but also a bookworm. I don’t love him, but I have to marry him. Before I leave, I have two wishes that I hope you can grant.”

“Okay!”

“Close your eyes and swear.” I closed my eyes.

“First, you must treat your mother well. Even though you have to take care of your wife and children back home, you can never abandon your mother.”

“I promise you.”

“Second…” I opened my eyes after a long silence. Xiaomin had stripped herself naked. I was so scared that I tried to run away, but she grabbed me.

"I want you, you want me."

"No, Xiaomin, you're doing this to your mother. I absolutely cannot agree to this."

"I don't want to give my first time to a Japanese man. Take me." She said, kissing my lips. The car was small, and I couldn't escape no matter how hard I tried.

"I won't bother you. If you don't want to, I'll tell my mother you wanted to rape me. If you do, this is our first and last time." Damn, I never thought I'd be forced into this! Xiaomin sat on me and took off her t-shirt, kissing my whole body. "This is my first time. Please be gentle, don't be like you were with my mother yesterday." The little girl had overheard us having sex last night and thought her mother was suffering.

That's how men are; no matter how much they resist mentally, their bodies react naturally. My penis slowly swelled in her hands, and she carefully guided it downwards. Since I couldn't resist, I might as well enjoy it. I never thought I, who didn't like young girls, would lose my hymen twice in a week. I suddenly lifted my waist upwards, encountering some resistance. Perhaps because she was more active in sports, her hymen was thicker than Xiaoqian's.

I held her in my arms and gently stroked her body. She obediently closed her eyes, enjoying the bliss of my caresses. But as I forced my way in again, tears streamed down her face from the pain, and she let out a scream. I tried to cover her mouth with my hand, but she bit my finger tightly. A trickle of blood flowed down my penis. As my penis slowly thrust in and out of her tight vagina, Xiaomin's reactions gradually changed. Her stiff body softened, and she began to moan softly amidst her rapid breathing. I continued thrusting relentlessly; if I was going to do it, I had to do it well.

"How is it? Still hurting?"

"A little," Xiaomin frowned, panting in sync with my thrusting.

Seeing that her pain seemed to have eased somewhat, we moved to the back seat and had her kneel down. I knelt behind her, inserted my penis into her vagina, and began to thrust faster. Xiaomin cried softly to suppress the pain, which gradually turned into moans, "Ah...ah...it's itchy inside...it feels like bugs are crawling inside." Her labia began to secrete a lot of vaginal fluid. As my penis rubbed against her narrow vagina, the pleasure intensified, and I saw my own bloodied fingers.

I thrust deeper and deeper, the milky white fluid mixed with blood flowing down her snow-white thighs onto the leather seat. Xiaomin twisted her body back in pain and pleasure, moaning irrationally. I also felt the urge to climax, and with my last bit of strength, I thrust violently, ejaculating gushing semen into her vagina. Xiaomin collapsed onto the seat, panting heavily. I continued to move, searching for the remaining pleasure, until I was completely limp before withdrawing.

Afterwards, I took Xiaomin to a nearby hotel room to shower and then we did it again. After she got dressed, I washed the car. Then I drove home. When I got home, Jieyu seemed upset, so I quickly asked her about her test results. She said everything was normal, and the doctor said she just needed to rest. I asked her if she should abstain from sex, and she said no. That night, the two of them slept in the bedroom and talked, while I went to my room to rest; I was exhausted these past few days.

The next morning, Jieyu and I took Xiaomin to the airport. Before parting, Jieyu cried very hard, as if it were a life-or-death separation, and Xiaomin also cried uncontrollably, reminding me not to forget our promise. I felt relieved after she left, but I couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Autumn is the busiest season for business. I stayed at the company all day, and Jieyu rarely accompanied me on business trips. I felt her health was deteriorating lately, so I told her to rest at home. Xiaoqian and I were constantly on the go, and in September she told me she was pregnant. I was stunned. Xiaoqian comforted me, saying she had everything arranged. She would take leave to go back to her hometown to give birth when she was five months pregnant, and I shouldn't worry about anything else. She's a strong-willed girl, so I had to let her be.

Lately, I noticed there were always painkillers by her bedside. I asked Jieyu's doctor about it, and he told me Jieyu wasn't feeling well and that I should spend more time with her. Seeing his hesitant expression, I felt a little strange. I asked Jieyu, but she wouldn't say anything. This morning, I found her pillow stained with tears. I guessed it was because Xiaomin's wedding was approaching, and she was feeling sad. Seeing a few more gray hairs at her temples, I felt very guilty. I put aside my work at the company and handed it over to my brother-in-law. I accompanied Jieyu shopping every day to prepare Xiaomin's dowry. Because of her recent health problems, I restrained my desires a lot, but Jieyu had become more proactive than ever before, wanting it almost every night. I joked that she was a tiger.

This winter felt unusually cold, so Jieyu and I got visas and flew to Japan. Xiaomin was studying in Tokyo, and her fiancé was from Kyoto, where the wedding was to be held. We arrived a few days early. Since we weren't familiar with Japanese customs, we couldn't help with the wedding preparations, so we gave Xiaomin money to handle it herself. Jieyu and I spent the time exploring. After arriving in Japan, I couldn't help but feel respect for the Japanese people. Despite my dislike for them, I couldn't help but admire them for their actions. The cities were remarkably clean; there were hardly any plastic bags or fast food containers on the ground. Their traditional culture had been preserved and maintained its unique characteristics. The people were also incredibly polite; they patiently explained directions in detail when asked, and apologized profusely if they didn't understand, as if they were the ones bothering us.

Kyoto is also a historic city, filled with beautiful Japanese gardens, temples, and shrines. The temples were all quite similar. The day before Xiaomin's wedding, we visited Tenryu-ji Temple, recommended by locals. Kneeling before the Buddha, Jieyu prayed incessantly, tears welling in her eyes. Wearing a purple kimono and wooden clogs, she truly looked like a Japanese woman. I jokingly asked her if she could feel the wind since I'd heard kimonos don't come with underwear. She started punching me repeatedly, and while chasing me, she tripped and fell to the ground, unconscious.

I immediately called Xiaomin to take her to the hospital. While Jieyu was undergoing her examination at the hospital, I paced anxiously in the corridor. A while later, the doctor came out with a very serious expression, muttering something unintelligible. I noticed Xiaomin suddenly burst into tears, and when I asked her what was wrong, she didn't answer, just kept sobbing. I asked him in English, and the doctor told me, "Jieyu has multiple cancers in her body, and it's already in the very late stage. It's probably hopeless. It's strange that someone in such a state would come to Japan for a trip." Hearing

this was like a bolt from the blue. I sat in my chair for a long time, speechless, tears streaming down my face. Actually, Jieyu probably already knew her cancer had relapsed and that there was little hope. For her daughter's wedding and to forever preserve her beautiful image in my heart, she refused all treatment. Now I understand the meaning behind the look on her doctor's face when he spoke to me. I rushed into the ward like a madwoman, hugged Jieyu, and sobbed uncontrollably. Looking at her pale face, my heart broke. This woman had given me all her love selflessly. Was this God's punishment? Making me experience the greatest pain in the world at the happiest time?

Tears fell on Jieyu's face. She slowly woke up, saw my knowing expression, closed her eyes, and wept together. After we calmed down, she resolutely told me she wanted to be discharged; it was too late to do anything now. I obeyed her wishes. I asked the doctor to treat her with the best medicine, to prolong her life for as long as possible, no matter the cost.

The wedding proceeded as planned the next day. My mind was in turmoil; I just wanted it to end quickly. Due to these special circumstances, the groom's parents were very cooperative. After we finished our expected formalities, we hurriedly left. Our flight back to Shanghai was delayed until night due to heavy fog. In the hotel, despite my strong objections, Jieyu made love to me one last time—the most heartbreaking sex I've ever had.

On the plane, Jieyu nestled in my arms, recounting the past: the first time she saw me, our first time making love, our child, our promise… As she spoke, her eyes began to change. I called out to her, shaking her shoulders. Jieyu smiled sadly and said, “Xiaopeng, I'll come back to be with you in the next life,” before closing her eyes forever. I wept uncontrollably, holding her tightly. The flight attendant called the captain, but I couldn't hear a word they were saying. I only felt Jieyu slowly losing warmth in my arms, and then I fainted.

On Jieyu's tombstone is engraved—"To my beloved wife, Jieyu, husband Xiaopeng." I stayed at her grave for a whole week, barely eating or drinking. She was my wife, yet I never received a title; I gave her joy, but not happiness. It was all fate playing tricks on me; perhaps none of it was meant for me. While sorting through her belongings, I found the sachet containing her hair. I burned everything else for her to take with her, keeping only this one—perhaps a token for us to recognize each other in the next life.

I handed the company over to my brother-in-law, and divided my assets into three parts: one for Xiaomin, one for Xiaoqian and her unborn child. I've already made a mistake, and I don't want to make another. I must fulfill my responsibilities to my wife and son back home; I can't wait until I lose them to realize their value. On my way home, I received a message from Xiaoqian: "Don't run away from me."
[The End]

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