Wife's Desire 3-4 ----------- The Path of a Pure Wife's Discipline

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Chapter 3
"No..."
Yan finally broke free from Tong's mouth, letting out a low, anxious plea for mercy.
Tong's body pressed even closer to her: "I thought about you all night last night. The thought of you probably being fucked by your husband in bed at that time made me so jealous I couldn't sleep. I can't live without you! Yan, I really love you so much..."
Tong's voice was unhurried and calm. Damn it! This bastard must have said these words to many women.
Yan seemed somewhat pleased, her struggles lessening slightly, but she still persisted: "No, how can we do this here... What if someone sees us... Ouch..."
Tong's hands moved noticeably faster, her skirt trembling with his arm movements. Yan's legs clamped together abruptly, her hips making a scrambling motion: "You... You're so naughty... Hmm... Be gentle..."
Tong's hands continued: "Don't worry, this is the emergency exit, no one will come. You're so wet, take off your panties!"
Yan cried out in surprise, clearly Tong's hand had slipped inside her panties. Her legs trembled slightly, and she abruptly squatted down. Because Tong's hand was still between her legs, her pajamas were completely lifted up, exposing her entire buttocks. Her narrow panties, pulled by Tong's fingers, were tucked into her buttocks, making her snow-white buttocks appear unusually full.
Now we can see Yan's neck. Her long hair is casually tied up and pinned up at the back of her head. On her slender and smooth neck is the platinum necklace we bought for our wedding. The skin on her neck is delicate and white. If it weren't for the light reflecting off the necklace, it would be almost impossible to tell the difference between the two.
Yan pleaded, "You...you let go, I need to go back. Jiajia's home alone, she's about to wake up..."
Tong pulled his hand away from Yan's crotch, stopping at her chin, twirling his fingers. "Look, so much water! My hands are all wet..."
Yan raised her hand to push his hand away, her voice filled with anger. "Don't be so lewd, I'll really get angry if you say that again!"
Tong didn't back down because of Yan's attitude. Instead, he grabbed her arm that was pushing him away, and took her fingers in his hand, leaving a glistening water stain on her fair arm. "Don't be angry! Women are all made of water, I just love your sweet and juicy nature."
"Don't treat me like that kind of bad woman..."
Yan raised her hand and plucked a curly hair stuck to her arm. "Besides my husband, I've never been with another man!"
"Then I'm not a man?"
"You're not!"
Yan's voice was tinged with resentment. "You're a hooligan... Let go! I have to go home."
Tong chuckled and pulled Yan's hand to his crotch, where it was already visibly bulging. Tong pressed her hand down and rubbed it. "Let me touch it, it's so hard I can't stand it!" "
Get away!"
Yan scolded, but she wasn't too angry. She grabbed the railing to stand up, but immediately squatted down again, as if Tong had pressed her head down from above. Yan pushed Tong's thigh with her other hand: "Why are you so clingy, like a child! I really have to go back..."
Tong quickly unzipped his pants, pulled out his dark, shiny penis, and shoved the large glans into Yan's palm: "Hurry up, I can't hold back, it'll be over in a few strokes..."
Yan sighed softly and said, "I can't do anything with you! You're so annoying."
Her hand reluctantly grasped the thick penis, stroking it gently. The purplish-red glans appeared and disappeared between her delicate white fingers, and the secreted fluid glistened on the base of her thumb. A hand reached down from above, slipping inside Yan's pajamas through the collar.
I completely broke down, my body ice-cold inside and out, but my mind was filled with uncontrollable rage.
Was this woman my wife? Was she the wife who felt shy even embracing in public? The woman I loved so deeply was now shamelessly kneeling between another man's legs, satisfying his lust!
I had completely lost my reason. I clenched my fists and took a step forward. I wanted to grab this shameless man, even if it meant eternal damnation, I would kill this bastard! There
were nine steps ahead of me. If I rushed up and rounded the bend, I would face the most brutal scene of my life. In my mind, this image was far more terrifying than the horrific sights of ruins! Just as I was about to reach the top of the steps, I heard Yan whisper something to Tong. Her voice was soft, but it struck me like a thunderclap.
Yan said, "If I divorce you because of this, will you still agree to divorce your wife and marry me, as you said before?"
All my strength was drained by those words. I had never imagined Yan would mention divorce!
I couldn't imagine what life would be like without Yan. And Jiajia, my poor daughter! She doesn't understand anything yet, but she's already destined to lose a loved one.
In the days since I returned, I've been immersed in the shock and anger of discovering Yan's abnormality. I desperately wanted to know who the adulterer was and why Yan betrayed me, but I never considered the future direction of this matter. Yan actually wants to divorce me! She's even thought about this now! I was stunned. Before, I had only imagined the scene after I exposed her, her shame and pleading for forgiveness, even the scene of her speechless injustice after I couldn't help but slap her to the ground.
I never thought she would divorce me! I realized the seriousness of the problem, and all my courage vanished after hearing Yan's words.
I subconsciously took a step back, my clenched fists loosened weakly, my shoulders trembled as I sobbed silently, and I covered my face with my hands. At that moment, I suddenly felt as if I had returned to twenty years ago, to that helpless and bewildered childhood. Back then, my parents were going through a divorce, fighting fiercely at home, and I watched them in panic, trembling with fear and sobbing as I watched that tragedy unfold, powerless to do anything about it.
No! I can't let the same tragedy happen to my daughter.
At this moment, Tong let out a groan that sounded like both pain and pleasure: "Yes, I'm willing to live with you for the rest of my life! Ah... ah..."
He thrust his lower body towards Yan's face, pulling her hand up slightly. His engorged, throbbing penis pounded against her hand, several times almost touching her chin.
Yan tried her best to turn her face away, but her head was held down and she couldn't move. Her hand didn't stop, continuing to move rapidly. Tong's other hand was still kneading inside her clothes. From the shape of the bulge in her nightgown, I could see that his hand was grabbing one of her breasts, pulling it upwards without any pity, as if to rip it out of the neckline.
I couldn't see Yan's expression, but I guessed she must be in great pain! I could tell from her awkward posture. My precious Yan, whom I would never want to hurt even a little bit! Now she was being ravaged like a slave! And I, who once swore to protect her for life, could only cowardly hide in a corner and watch this cruel scene with sorrow.
Suddenly, Tong let out a long, low growl, thrusting his hips forward violently, a stream of white liquid spurting from his glans. Caught off guard, Yan flinched in fright, unable to dodge, and the semen sprayed all over her chin and neck. Yan cried out "Ah!" and immediately raised her other hand to catch it; a second spurt of semen shot into her palm. His penis, still erect, continued to ejaculate spurt after spurt.
White semen trickled down Yan's chin, dripping onto her chest and forming a long, thin thread. With both hands occupied, Yan couldn't wipe it away, so she strained her neck, raising her chin even higher in an attempt to stop the flowing semen, but to no avail.
Tong grasped his penis, stroked it a few more times, then swayed it from side to side, before rubbing the glans against Yan's arm to remove the remaining semen. Yan carefully held the object in her palm with one hand, and quickly wiped her chin with the back of her other hand, saying angrily, "Oh no, I got it on my clothes." (Novel library: goo.gl/i0zFY)
Tong straightened up and stuffed his penis into his pants: "It's okay, I'll buy you ten more later. Baby, you're so good! I feel so good... Do you want me to go back and get you some tissues?"
"No, it's not good if your housekeeper sees it."
"It's okay, she's not my wife. If she dares to say anything, I'll fire her! My wife was already unhappy with her before she went to Europe. If it weren't for me, I would have fired her a long time ago."
"No! The fewer people who know, the less people who know..."
Yan forcefully shook her palm, splattering the liquid onto the stairs, and then instructed, "It hasn't gotten to that point yet. Remember, don't let anyone else know!"
A drop of liquid was splashed on my face, mingling with my tears. Although it was almost imperceptible, the immense shame struck me like a hammer.
"I'm going downstairs first. Jiajia's about to wake up, and she'll cry her eyes out if she can't see me."
Yan stood up, tiptoeing, and seemed to kiss Tong.
I immediately snapped to attention. When she said "I'm going downstairs," she meant she was going downstairs, implying she might take the elevator from my thirteenth floor. If she saw me, my marriage would undoubtedly be over! Without thinking, I immediately retreated back into the stairwell, intending to hide on the lower stairs. I never expected to make such a decision so decisively; I was such a cowardly coward who chose to run away!
The moment I retreated back into the stairwell, I heard a surprised gasp behind me. It seemed someone was in the stairwell, and I hadn't expected anyone to be on the emergency stairwell.
I turned around and saw the woman from the elevator staring at me with a terrified expression, seemingly frightened. She was holding a trash bag, standing in front of the trash can in the stairwell, the door behind her open, clearly having just come out. By this time, Yan's footsteps were getting closer and closer, almost at the door. I didn't even have time to run over. If this woman screamed again, things would be irreversible!
In that instant, I didn't have time to think. I grabbed her and pulled her into my house, quickly closing the door.
Just as I was closing the door, I saw Yan pushing open the door at the bottom of the stairs.
The woman in white clearly hadn't expected me to do this. She was caught off guard and bumped into herself as I pulled her. The bag in her hand fell to the ground. She pushed me away forcefully, shouting, "What are you doing? What do you want? Help..."
Before she could cry out "Help!", I covered her mouth with my hand and held her arms with my other hand to prevent her from struggling. She was clearly terrified; her body began to tremble, and she made "uh...uh..."
sounds under my hand, stiffly twisting her body, trying to break free of my control. But my mind wasn't on her. I pressed my ear against the door, listening carefully as Yan's footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
When the footsteps finally faded, all my strength suddenly vanished. I slumped out, releasing my hand from the woman's mouth, only then realizing that my arm was tightly wrapped around her chest, pressing down on her breasts. I quickly released her, leaning weakly against the door.
"Slap! Slap!"
Two crisp, loud slaps left half my face numb. After hitting me, the woman immediately took two steps back, leaning against the shoe rack, grabbing a high heel in her hand, and looking at me warily: "Who are you? Why did you follow me to my house?"
I breathed weakly, numbly saying, "I'm sorry!"
Tears welled up again.
This was the third time I'd cried today; I hadn't realized I was so vulnerable! The woman's two slaps were forceful enough that my ears began to ring, my mind went blank, and I could see her mouth moving, but I didn't understand what she was saying. The mouth was beautiful, painted with deep red lipstick, making it look delicate and sexy. Half of her clean face was hidden in her long, flowing, wavy hair. A fair hand was clenched into a fist, pressed against her chest.
That hand immediately reminded me of Yan's hand, like a huge stone pressing against my chest, suffocating me. I desperately opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I felt like I was trapped in a sealed container, the oxygen slowly disappearing, and I was dying bit by bit!
Terrified, I crouched down, curling up in the corner behind the door.
I don't know how much time passed, but a glass of water was placed in front of me. The hand holding the glass was small and slender, with neatly trimmed, kerosene-colored nails. I took the glass blankly, looking down at the crystal-clear glass. A tear fell, dropping into the water. "Calm down..."
a gentle voice said, "Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"That was my wife outside. I saw her cheating on me!"
I felt like a helpless child.
"Ah..."
I paused, as if searching for the right words: "Then...why didn't you expose them? Why did you hide?"
Strangely, at this moment I was completely unguarded. Facing a strange woman, I began to tell her everything without reservation, including my daughter, my worries, my despair, how I met Yan, how we fell in love, and how difficult it was for us to be together. I told her how much I loved Yan, the only woman I truly loved, and how much her betrayal hurt me.
I talked for a long time, as if talking to myself, completely oblivious to the woman in front of me. She didn't interrupt, just listened quietly. Just as I finished, she reached out and stroked my hair, a natural gesture, like a mother comforting a child.
After venting my feelings, I calmed down, stood up, bowed to her, and said, "I'm sorry, I scared you just now!"
The woman waved her hand, "It's alright, I understand. Why don't you wash your face first and sit here for a bit?"
She pointed to the restroom, "That's the bathroom, I'll get you a towel. What's your name? Do you live here?"
"My surname is Liang, I live on the ninth floor."
I wiped the tears from my eyes, ashamed of my earlier outburst, "I have to go to work at the hospital, I won't trouble you."
"Ah..."
The woman seemed taken aback, "You're a doctor... My name is Na, I just moved here recently."
She handed me a towel as she spoke, "Your emotions are unstable right now, it's not suitable for work... If something goes wrong, it's irresponsible to the patients, you should take a day off!"
I checked my watch; it was already late, and I was a little rushed to the hospital. I accepted Na's suggestion and called the deputy director of the hospital, saying I wouldn't be going in the morning. The other party readily agreed, "Just rest, if you don't recover, I can give you a few more days off."
After washing my face, I felt much more awake. Na was still wearing the same white dress she wore that morning, walking silently barefoot around the room. She made me a cup of chrysanthemum tea and sat quietly opposite me. I looked around uneasily. The room was very clean; the floor was spotless, the bedroom door was open, and the curtains were drawn high, letting in natural light that made the living room bright.
"Don't bother looking anymore, I live here alone."
Na seemed to notice my unease and, before I could respond, immediately explained, "I rent this place; I'm off work today."
She was a very considerate woman.
"Perhaps..."
Na twirled the cup in her hand, "Things aren't as serious as you think! If you really love her, why not give her another chance?"
"I love her wholeheartedly, I don't know why she's like this?"
My heart ached again.
"Yes, it's not your fault, but that doesn't mean you bear no responsibility. Whatever the case, it's what it is. You need to learn to be forgiving. Believe me, your wife will come back." "
You don't know her personality. She's a very serious person. The way she's with...that person, it makes me very frustrated."
"You should give her time..."
Na talked to me for three whole hours. She seemed very calm and objectively analyzed the whole situation for me, repeatedly emphasizing that I should stay calm and forgive Yan with magnanimity. I thought her words made a lot of sense, but when I thought of the scene on the stairs, I immediately couldn't hold back anymore, and anger surged to my head. I felt like I was going crazy; the resentment and anger inside me swelled to the extreme, ready to explode at any moment...
When I got home at noon, Yan was teaching Jiajia to draw. The two of them were lying on the floor, laughing and playing, just like I always did. If I hadn't seen that scene of Yan on the stairs, I really wouldn't have known she was such a good actress!
When she saw me come back, Yan got up and greeted me: "Why are you back? I haven't cooked yet. I'm going to go eat at Duomeili with Jiajia later."
I suppressed my anger and didn't say a word. Yan came over to take my clothes: "How about I make you noodles? There's no time to cook."
I turned my face away, not wanting her to see the strange look in my eyes, and tried to put the clothes away myself, but Yan wouldn't let go. I tugged at her, but couldn't pull her hand away, so I let go. As Yan hung the clothes up, she asked, "What kind of braised dish do you want? There's beef, squid, and eggs in the fridge. How about stir-fried squid?"
I couldn't hold back my anger any longer: "Stir-fried squid? Are you going to stir-fry me?"
Yan paused, her expression stiffening: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so angry!"
I had almost never spoken to her in such a tone. She seemed a little aggrieved: "Who upset you this time? You came back to take it out on me."
I didn't reply, and walked straight to the balcony. I was afraid that if I talked to her again, I would break down.
Looking into the distance, the once neat and clean neighborhood now looked so unfamiliar, as if I had never lived here before! Several trucks were parked downstairs across the street, loaded with household items; new residents had moved in. People all want to live in such upscale neighborhoods; almost every family that can afford to move in is proud of it. But will living here truly bring happiness?
A bright light flashed across the street, then flashed again, catching my attention. Looking closely, I saw a blurry figure leaning against the window of the nineteenth-floor apartment, seemingly holding something. A sudden alert gripped me. I went back inside to get my DV camera, pointed it at the person through the window, and zoomed in to 24x. A figure became clear in the lens, holding something like binoculars, peering into my room.

Chapter 4
Normally, I would have just scoffed at someone spying on me. But this time, I was suddenly enraged. The humiliation, bitterness, and pain that had been building up inside me for days could no longer be contained. I cursed, "Fuck you!" and stormed out with the DV camera.
As I passed Yan, I saw her staring at me in astonishment. Because I never swear; even when arguing, I only ever engage in verbal debate.
After I rushed out of the room, she finally reacted, chasing after me to the door and calling, "What's wrong? Where are you going? Aren't you going to eat...?"
A boy of about seventeen or eighteen opened the door, looking very refined and wearing glasses. It was him. I punched him in the chest, making him stagger. He was completely bewildered, staring at me with wide eyes, clenching his fists and yelling, "What are you doing? Why did you hit me?"
"Why?"
I shoved him again. "Don't you know? What are you pretending for? You look perfectly respectable. Haven't you looked enough? Now take a good look at me; it's much clearer than peeping."
He was forced back into the room, and his face turned pale when he heard me say the word "peeping." "What peeping? I... I didn't..."
He was clearly guilty, stammering.
I held the DV camera up to his face: "Do you want me to show you evidence? Who's in there? Isn't it you? Call your parents, I'll let them identify who it is."
His face turned from pale to white instantly, he took a step back, and fell silent.
I pressed on, "What's your name? Where are your parents? Call them out."
"I...I'm called...Long Xiaoqi, he...they're not here..."
he stammered, clutching the hem of his clothes, "We were just joking, okay? I'll give you all the photos back."
When I got home, I saw Hou Yan standing at the door holding Jiajia, looking very anxious: "Where did you go? Why are you so angry?"
She looked at me with concern, her eyes filled with unease. Looking at her and her daughter's equally clean and innocent faces, the answer that almost came out of my mouth suddenly caught in my throat: What should I say to her?
Should I ask her? My heart tightened, and I gripped the USB drive tightly in my hand.
After a few seconds of silence, I finally didn't answer. I reached out to wipe the jam residue from Jiajia's lips and walked past Yan towards the room. Yan reached out and grabbed my arm. "What's wrong? I'm so scared of you..."
"I'm so scared of you."
A sudden pang of sadness struck me. Since we got married, she hadn't said she was scared in a long time. She's very timid, afraid of ghosts, afraid of the dark, and afraid to sleep alone. I've always considered protecting her my pride. These two most important women in my life often make me feel so strong, strong enough to give them everything! Now she's scared, helplessly tugging at my sleeve, a hint of confusion in her eyes, like a lost child.
Am I going to lose her? Can I still protect them? I suddenly felt scared myself.
Dinner was quiet. Apart from Jiajia's babbling, no one spoke. A deathly, oppressive atmosphere filled the air. After dinner, I locked myself in my study. My head was throbbing. I didn't want to see anyone or hear anything; I just wanted some peace and quiet.
Outside the door, I could hear Yan and Jiajia talking. She was clearly and patiently correcting her daughter's pronunciation. The rustling sounds of footsteps and the clattering of toys hitting the floor—all these were sounds I used to love to hear. Now, separated by a door, they felt distant and unfamiliar.
I pulled the USB drive from my pocket and stared blankly at the computer. What would be inside? Should I look or not? Maybe there would be nothing, maybe there would be everything! I loved Yan so deeply; we were so loving! But now, what I held in my hand might be evidence of her betrayal!
I didn't know if I could control my emotions when I saw these things. For someone who strives for perfection, this was as cruel as a sharp knife stuck in my heart; every touch caused excruciating pain!
I plugged the USB drive in anyway. The mouse hovered over the pop-up file for a moment before finally clicking. I breathed heavily, as if this gentle click had exhausted all my strength.
The unfolded folder contained dozens of sub-files labeled with numbers and letters. I randomly clicked on a few; most were photos of women: women in pajamas, women in underwear, women hanging clothes on balconies, couples kissing, women changing clothes… Without exception, they were all pictures related to women.
This boy named Long Xiaoqi showed me his persistence: the photos spanned a long period of time, some even taken two years ago. I browsed aimlessly, gradually understanding the meaning of the numbers: floor and room numbers. Returning to the homepage, I indeed found "9-C" in the file, and my heart leaped: this is my home! The photos were arranged
by shooting date, and to my surprise, there were over a thousand. Clicking on them and scrolling the mouse, I watched the images pop up one by one on the screen.
Yan and I hugged on the balcony; Yan came out in her pajamas to collect the laundry; Yan, heavily pregnant, watered the flowers; Yan held Jiajia and breastfed—the shots were clear, the long-distance focus precisely on her exposed half-breast. My thoughts flowed along with the photos, memories flashing through my mind.
Time ticked by, my hands grew a little sore, but my heart was filled with warmth. Perhaps I should thank Long Xiaoqi; he unintentionally recorded every little detail of Yan and me over the past four years. My heart melted slowly in my memories, and my eyes welled up with tears. How happy I was! How joyful we were!
Suddenly, a photograph flashed before my eyes. Yan stood at the doorway leading to the balcony, gazing into the distance, her expression angry. Not far behind her stood a tall man in a striped T-shirt. His head was partially obscured by the half-closed door, so I couldn't see his face, but judging from his posture, he was walking towards Yan.
My head buzzed, and I froze. Yes! I didn't need to see his face to know it was Tong. Tong was in my house! He had one hand in his pocket, looking completely relaxed, as if he were in his own home.
The photo was dated May 29, 2008—the sixth day I had been away from home! Just six days later, this shameless man was already in my house. My heart sank. I can still remember Yan's expression when she saw me off, helpless and worried, holding my hand tightly, repeatedly giving me instructions, pitiful like an abandoned child. Was she lying to me? Was she acting?
How could she act so convincingly! How many secrets was my wife, who had never lied to me, hiding in her heart?
My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the photos.
Tong appeared clearly in the frame, already behind Yan, his arm around her waist! He pressed his face against Yan's ear, his expression somewhat humble, a half-smile playing on his lips, as if he were speaking to her.
Yan's expression remained the same, her shoulders slightly hunched, but she quietly let Tong hold her, offering no resistance.
In the next photo, Yan turned around and pushed Tong away.
Tong went back and supported Yan's shoulders.
Yan struggled, hiding by the flowerpots on the balcony.
Tong went back again, close to her, speaking to her like he was coaxing a child.
Yan turned and walked towards the door to the room. Tong
pulled her back at the door, her hands gripping the doorframe, seemingly trying to break free.
Yan was embraced and pressed against the door, the two standing face to face.
Tong kissed Yan. Judging from his posture, he was forcefully kissing Yan. Yan's body was contorted, her hands covering her chest, her head turned away with difficulty.
Four consecutive kisses.
A kiss on Yan's forehead.
A kiss on Yan's face.
A kiss on her earlobe.
Yan's hands lowered, clenched into fists, her body stiff.
Tong's hand slid from her waist to her buttocks.
Nine consecutive photos of him caressing her buttocks.
Three photos of him touching her legs, Yan looking at Tong.
His hand lifted her skirt, the black fishnet stockings were very conspicuous in the sunlight, and the hand was clearly photographed against her fair skin beneath the mesh.
His hand reached between her legs, hidden by her skirt, Yan's face turned away into the room, her expression unseen.
Seventeen consecutive photos of his hand remaining under her skirt.
Yan turned her head to look out, her face filled with terror, her mouth agape as if she were speaking.
One of Tong's hands was placed on Yan's breast.
Two photos of him squeezing her breast.
His hand reached her ribs, and Yan grabbed his arm with her hands.
She lifted the hem of her shirt, exposing her slender waist to the sunlight.
A hand slipped inside. Twenty-one kisses in a row.
She kissed Yan's lips repeatedly, and Yan didn't resist.
An arm wrapped around Tong's waist.
Yan was lifted up, her face pressed against Tong's shoulder.
She was carried into the room.
I slumped back in my chair, closed my eyes, my ears ringing, my mind blank. At that moment, I was like a short-circuited machine, paralyzed. Perhaps I should be sad, perhaps I should be desperate, perhaps I should be angry, but I was completely stiff, unable to think or do anything.
Outside the door, Jiajia was laughing loudly. She was usually very ladylike and rarely laughed so loudly; Yan must be tickling her. Sure enough, then came Jiajia's pleading voice: "I won't, I won't... Mommy, you're bad..."
My heart clenched: My darling! You may not understand yet, but your mother is really that bad... Perhaps one day, perhaps no one can stop your mother from leaving this home, never to return. Dad has told you countless fairy tales, and in every one of them, the prince and princess lived happily ever after… You always ended by asking, “Is it like Mommy and Daddy?”
And I nodded affirmatively countless times.
I really wasn’t lying to you then! If you understood that Mommy and Daddy aren’t a prince and princess, you would be very disappointed! If you knew that princes and princesses eventually separate, you would be very sad!
The sky outside the window darkened, and a light drizzle began to fall. I stared at the screen for a while, then mustered my courage and continued watching. I wanted to know, why did Yan betray us!
Another set of new photos.
The camera panned through the gap in the curtains, landing on the bed in the dimly lit bedroom. A pair of men's trousers lay on the off-white bedspread. To the left of the trousers, Yan lay sprawled in the corner of the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. Her shirt was pulled up above her breasts, her bra pushed up, and her long, ink-black hair was spread out on the bed. Her head was tilted towards the door, her face somewhat blurred. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, her long legs unnaturally slightly parted. The black stockings at the top of her thighs created a striking contrast of skin tones; the white part was almost dazzling in the darkness. Purple panties clung tightly to her legs, offering no concealment of her bulging genitals.
Tong stood naked from the waist down, his back to the camera. His T-shirt was long enough to cover almost his entire buttocks. He was bent over, one hand on Yan's thigh, seemingly talking to her.
In the next shot, Tong had removed his T-shirt, revealing dark skin and muscles that appeared more muscular than they looked. He lifted one of Yan's legs, leaning down to kiss it. The leg was raised high, stretching her hips wide, her panties ripped out of shape. At the junction of the panties and her white skin, a few pubic hairs were clearly visible due to the contrast. Yan's entire buttocks were almost lifted off the bed.
Tong turned to the side, holding his high heels, and stood at the corner of the bed, his entire penis exposed to the camera. His erect penis and lower abdomen formed a sharp angle, the large glans a purplish-black color. At the top of the camera was the wedding photo on the wall. Due to the height, only half of the two people's bodies were visible in the photo. My arms were wrapped around Yan's tightly bound waist.
Below the photo was Tong's leg, raised high in the air. Yan's leg was almost stretched to its limit, and between her wide-open hips was one of Tong's hands, his hand inside her panties, completely covering her genitals. Yan's other leg was bent and curled back, propped against the back of the bed. Her head was turned towards the wall, facing the direction of the wedding photo. Her expression was hidden, as was Tong's.
His hand pulled down the crotch of her panties, stretching them like a rubber band.
A close-up of Yan's genitals.
Three consecutive close-ups; in the last one, Tong's fingers were pressed between her labia.
Her hips were obscured by Tong's body; in the upper right corner of the image, Tong was sucking on Yan's toes.
Tong lay on top of Yan, the two kissing.
Tong's face was buried in Yan's chest, Yan's hands pushing his head away.
He kissed one breast.
With her nipple in her mouth, Yan's hands gripped Tong's hair.
He pulled on her nipple, stretching it out of shape, the base of the nipple stretched long.
He grabbed both breasts and squeezed them together, the nipples almost touching.
Yan's head lifted, her face showing some pain.
Tong straddled Yan, clamping his penis between her breasts.
Nine consecutive thrusts.
He brought his penis to Yan's mouth, but she kept her mouth tightly shut.
She pushed his penis away with her hands.
He pressed it in a second time, pressing the glans against her lips.
Yan pushed the penis away from her mouth.
The two kissed.
Tong kissed Yan's abdomen.
Tong's head was between Yan's hips, completely blocking her genitals.
He kissed her genitals for twenty-seven consecutive times.
Yan's legs clamped Tong's head.
Tong sat up halfway, with Yan's legs on his shoulders.
Tong rubbed his penis against the inside of Yan's thighs.
One of Yan's legs slipped down, and Tong held it.
He guided his penis to her genitals.
He used his penis to pull open the crotch of her panties.
He pressed the glans against her clitoris.
He teased her clitoris for seven consecutive times.
Yan's waist arched off the bed, one hand outstretched in the air.
The glans was pushed halfway into her vagina, without a condom, pulling at a few pubic hairs.
He grabbed Yan's hand, touching the remaining part of his penis, the ring on his hand reflecting a light, the white jade-like back of his hand blocking the point where they were joined.
He inserted it completely, their lower bodies pressed together, their genitals completely fused, their individual pubic hairs indistinguishable.
Yan's head was lifted off the bed, her mouth open, her eyes half-closed.
A close-up of her face; Yan was gritting her teeth, her eyes completely closed, her brows furrowed. Her expression was somewhat distorted.
Breasts. One nipple was being pinched and pulled upwards by Tong's thumb and forefinger.
Fifty-seven consecutive thrusting shots.
Tong's entire body pressed against Yan's, his legs between hers.
Six still, identical shots.
He bent Yan's legs, one high heel hanging from the toe.
He tore open the stockings on her inner thighs, revealing her exposed thigh flesh.
He pulled out his penis, removed Yan's panties, his penis glistening with moisture, the liquid reflecting off Yan's crotch.
He closed her legs, inserting his penis from behind.
Nineteen consecutive shots.
He pressed his legs against Yan's chest, her buttocks being pulled up off the edge of the bed.
Ninety-five consecutive thrusting shots.
Two still shots.
Her legs were lowered, dangling over the edge of the bed, Tong lying on top of Yan.
Three kissing shots.
Tong gets up, wipes his penis with a tissue, and turns to talk to Yan.
He places the used tissue under Yan's vagina.
Semen flows out of her vagina and onto the tissue.
Tong gets into bed, hugs Yan, and takes eleven photos in a row.
Tong leaves.
Yan lies face down on the bed, her hands covering her face.
Eight photos show Yan wiping her genitals.
Tong returns wrapped in a bath towel, a cigarette between his fingers.
He leans over the bed to talk to Yan, who remains in the same prone position.
Tong holds Yan in his arms and kisses her.
Their faces are close.
Yan wipes her tears with the back of her hand.
She tidies her hair
. Tong sits on the edge of the bed, Yan's head resting on his lap.
Seven photos show him touching Yan's breasts.
Tong gets dressed.
Yan leaves.
Tong picks up Yan's underwear from the floor
and puts it in his pocket .
Yan returns.
Tong leaves.
Thirty-nine photos show Yan sitting blankly.
I stared blankly at the screen, my mind numb. Strangely, the heartache was gone, the sadness was gone, and I didn't even know if I was still angry. My face itched, as if something was crawling on it. I rubbed it with my hand, but there was nothing there. I opened my palm, and there were small wet patches—tears.
It was still raining outside, and the study felt damp. My clothes felt wet too. Summer is such a dreadful season! Especially this summer. If I could choose, I would gladly spend the next twenty years of my life to erase this summer from my existence.
I'm a doctor, and I've always felt deep compassion for my patients. I believe that everyone, regardless of their illness, is unfortunate and deserves sympathy. But this summer afternoon, I suddenly began to envy some people, some patients! I know there's an illness called amnesia, which is the ability to forget things in a very short time. I wish I were a patient like that.

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