[Waiting for the wine to mature, waiting for you to play a tune on the guzheng]

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If someone were to ask me, what is the difference between the most merciful and the most vicious thing in the world? I would say it's the same thing, called time. It flows gently, kindly giving everything; it surges unstoppably, coldly taking everything away. Each of us grows and ages within its domain, unable to transcend it even slightly. Because of it, there are fleeting moments and eternal rebirth. When the clock struck 10:43 PM on November 10, 2015, I was typing away at the keyboard, recalling our words. And what were you doing at that moment? Were you hunched over your desks under the lamplight, frowning as you graded exams? Were you washing away the day's weariness in front of the mirror, preparing to drift off to sleep? Or were you enjoying intimate moments with another man in bed? Seven years have passed, and my memories of you have shattered, but when I look back to the day the story took place and carefully piece it together, I find it is still intact.

It was an afternoon in August 2006 in a city in western China, known as the "Center of Chengdu." The weather wasn't as hot as usual. I strolled alone on the campus where I had lived for over six years. Although my alma mater had never made it into the top ten of the so-called national university rankings, it didn't diminish my deep attachment to this century-old institution, especially since I was about to leave for Guangzhou to start a new life. It was summer vacation, and the school was naturally deserted. Occasionally, a few students who didn't want to go home would lazily come out to study with their backpacks. The bright and refreshing beauty of the campus seemed to be presented only to me. Walking by the lake, I suddenly remembered that just four years ago, my ex-girlfriend and I had embraced, kissed, caressed, and even... on the shore. A strange loneliness welled up inside me. Sigh, what a wasted life...

I don't know how long it took to calm down from the loneliness. Just as I turned to leave, a familiar figure approached. About 1.65 meters tall, with light, graceful steps, her figure was shapely. Her pale yellow T-shirt was cinched at the waist, revealing two small breasts that swayed merrily with her steps. Most captivating were her low-rise, hip-lifting, light blue jeans, which accentuated her already full and pert bottom. Her long legs stretched the jeans slightly, making one wonder about the color and texture of her underwear—was it a mysterious black lace-trimmed t-back or pink, girlish, form-fitting cotton panties?... My gaze slowly moved upwards. Her shoulder-length hair wasn't long, but it was clearly carefully styled, chestnut brown with slight curls, the shine and layers possessing a pleasingly sexy quality...

"Qin Lang, what are you still doing at school?" A sweet greeting pulled me from my momentary reverie. Looking closer, I realized it was Elaine, my English teacher from my graduate studies. She was smiling at me, slightly surprised.

"Oh, hello, Professor Elaine. I came back to say goodbye to the school. I'm going to work in Guangzhou soon. Sigh, I won't have many opportunities to come back." I was a little surprised and didn't know how to answer, so I just told the truth.

"I was wondering why there wasn't much of a person at school, who was feeling sentimental by the lake?" She laughed, her lips curving slightly, her pink lips and white teeth giving her a playful and cute look.

"Hehe, not at all, I really miss everything here. I remember in my first year of graduate school, every morning I would memorize the short passages you assigned as retelling assignments, right here by the lake," I said with emotion. Indeed, this lotus pond at dawn had accompanied me through many hours of reading English.

"It's been over a year since then, and we haven't seen each other for more than half a year. There weren't many boys in your year who were good at English; you were quite an exception. Don't forget your English after leaving school, okay?" Elaine said half-jokingly.

"Yeah, definitely. Not for anything else, but for Teacher Elaine, I want to keep learning English as long as I live, haha." The atmosphere gradually opened up, and I became much more relaxed.

Looking back on the days Elaine taught us, my other subjects were just average, including my major courses, but my English was always relatively good. During the arduous postgraduate entrance exam interview, I barely passed the cutoff scores for other major courses, but I was exempted from the English oral exam and ranked second in the entire grade overall, which made Elaine have a good impression of me from the beginning. During my postgraduate studies, there was no such position as an English class representative, but Elaine often "called upon" me to help translate articles and organize activities, so I was basically her little assistant. However, in my STEM department, everyone generally didn't value English, and from the second year of graduate school onwards, it was time to go out for internships and job hunting, so I lost contact with Elaine for about half a year. Unexpectedly, after not seeing her for half a year, she seemed to have become more feminine. Her smile, her breasts, her waist, and that irresistible butt... a veritable slut was actually my former best teacher, the change was quite significant... Hmm, her bra seems to be a demi-cup, is the back clasp very tight?..... Oh my god, What am I thinking?! My thoughts have wandered off course; I need to get back on track.

"Qin Lang, it's been so long! Come with me to the fresh food market. Your brother-in-law came back from his business trip yesterday; he's exhausted and slept all day. I'll buy him some seafood to help him recover." She said it so naturally, I had no reason to refuse, but hearing the word "brother-in-law" made me slightly taken aback.

"Haha, then I'll really call you Sister Elaine and Brother-in-law from now on. Well, it's true, I don't really know what to call a teacher's husband," I replied casually with a laugh. "That

's how it is. I've always treated you like a little brother. Besides, once you leave school, I won't be your teacher anymore, so calling you sister and brother-in-law is more appropriate," she said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me.

"Sister Elaine, please don't say that. A teacher for a day is a teacher for life," I said, my darn brain repeating the word "day" several times.

“Let’s go then, you can be my strongman and carry my things, haha,” she said, turning around and her shapely buttocks coming right at me. I almost couldn’t handle it, staggering a few steps before following her.

And so, the two of us, “master and apprentice,” chatted as we walked, and soon arrived at the market. To be honest, recalling our outfits at the time, I still feel that it wasn’t quite right for us to go to the market together. She was nearly 180 cm tall, with no excess fat, and her appearance was quite handsome. But the loose short-sleeved T-shirt, cropped trousers, and beach sandals, plus the slightly childish look behind her glasses… how would others perceive me standing next to such a curvaceous, well-maintained young woman? Although I felt awkward, it was obvious that she had a magnetic attraction that drew me in.
"Whatever, I didn't do anything. Besides, I'll be leaving school soon," I encouraged myself, feeling a little more relaxed. Shopping at the market is nothing more than asking prices, haggling, choosing, weighing, paying, and leaving. The originally tedious process, however, became somewhat anticipated and sweet because I was with her. When she saw something she liked, she would bring it to me and ask for my opinion with a smile. I didn't really have any opinions; I was almost completely immersed in her fragrant "atmosphere," enjoying a slightly dizzying happiness, and could only offer perfunctory responses. After several rounds of shopping, we were carrying several large bags of fresh produce and cooked food.

"Qin Lang, I feel like you're being lazy. Cheer up! The workplace is no joke..." Elaine seemed to notice my unease and thought I was just being lazy.

"Oh, haha, I've been sleeping too much these past few days. I probably won't have many chances to get a good night's sleep for work. When I go back to Sichuan, you'll probably think I'm a panda with dark circles under my eyes. Please treat me like a rare animal," I said to myself, thinking I had made a funny joke.

“Look at you, such a strong young man, so listless. How will you ever find a girlfriend?” she said, lightly punching my chest, sending a shiver down my spine. “How about this, have dinner with me and my brother-in-law tonight. Duoduo went to her grandma’s, so it’ll just be the three of us.” As she spoke, her ample breasts bounced up and down… I wished I could become a stream, meandering through treacherous peaks, even if I eventually dried up and died, I would be willing. Three? If only there were two… Sigh, truly, in a group of three, there is always something to learn. A group of three… I was a little confused, not knowing what I was thinking.

Before I could even offer my opinion, I was dragged along, like one of her large pets, obediently following behind her. Elaine’s home wasn’t on campus where the teachers usually lived, but in a residential area a 6-8 minute walk from the school. According to her, some residents were teachers, but most were from outside the school. Entering the residential area wasn't complicated; the two of us quickly arrived at the front door. To be honest, at this point in the story, I was still tightly controlling my impulse, wavering between tension and a bewildered sense of the unknown. Elaine, on the other hand, maintained a natural, smiling demeanor, seemingly without any inappropriate thoughts, yet also appearing to have a well-thought-out plan, just waiting for me to walk into her trap. I swear, at that moment, I silently prayed to God at least a hundred times that it would be the latter. And, the moment I opened the door, the door to my desire was also opened...

What greeted my eyes was an extremely minimalist Japanese-style interior design: light-colored, textured solid wood floors, lattice sliding doors, sturdy, rounded furniture and utensils, and seemingly casual yet pleasingly pleasing flower arrangements. Apart from a few elegant and intellectual paintings on the walls, there was nothing else... This scene looked familiar to me, and I believe many of you are somewhat familiar with it as well. This set design is so similar to the "married woman" series in Japanese adult films... I'm not a fan of Japanese AV, but I especially love the "married woman" series: realistic, evocative, and immersive...

"Little Qin's here? Come on over and rest for a bit." It was my "brother-in-law" speaking. Even though it was our first meeting, he exuded a gentle and approachable charm. He wasn't tall, slightly plump but not bulky, and had a scholarly air about him—clearly an intellectual. I smiled sheepishly and put my things on the table.
After Elaine entered, she gave my brother-in-law a warm hug right in front of me, saying, "Honey, I bought a lot of things today, to make you feel better. I just texted you, this is my best student; he won't be going back to school as often anymore, so I invited him to our house for dinner."

"Haha, okay, the house is a bit small, Xiao Qin, don't mind. Anyway, the kids aren't home, just treat it like your own home. As usual, I'll show off my cooking skills!" My brother-in-law said, turning and going into the kitchen.

Elaine also went into the bedroom to change clothes. I glanced sideways; the bedroom's main color was a warm, vibrant pale yellow. She had the door ajar but not completely closed, and the light wasn't on. There were rustling sounds coming from inside—the sound of her taking off her clothes. Good heavens, a hot beauty was undressing right there in the room, while a lustful man was forced to sit upright and restrained. "Damn, this is like waiting for torture," I cursed inwardly, but the dryness in my throat and the rapid beating of my heart reminded me that I was clearly a criminal anticipating being tortured... Soon, Elaine came out after changing her clothes. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then threw an even greater "torture" at me: a close-fitting, comfortable light green silk loungewear, through which the perfect outline of her body could be vaguely seen in the light from the window. "Sometimes, what is veiled is far more lethal than what is naked," I had heard this saying before, but only then did I truly understand its depth. Her hair was slightly disheveled, the buttons at the collar were inadvertently undone, and her eyes were gentle, yet seemed to hold a hint of resentment and longing... These images brought back to the scene of the married woman struggling desperately before being ravaged by a group of perverts. Poor me, I was completely bewildered.

Luckily, she didn't notice my lapse in composure. She came over and said, "I'll go help your brother-in-law. There's so much food; if he does it alone, he probably won't eat until tomorrow. You watch TV for a bit, we'll get it done quickly." With that, she slipped into the kitchen, leaving me sitting there bewildered.

I sat there like an idiot for almost an hour. After hearing the clattering and banging in the kitchen, Elaine brought out dishes laden with food one by one. My brother-in-law then came out of the kitchen, quickly washed his hands, took off his apron, and loudly announced that dinner was ready. The three of us sat down, and my brother-in-law, having somehow produced a bottle of red wine, said something that made me blush deeply as he poured it for me: "Xiao Qin is very handsome; no wonder Elaine likes you so much." I suddenly felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to respond. Elaine laughed and took over the conversation, "Of course! Of the classes I teach, only Qin Lang is good at English among the boys. They're all a bunch of STEM guys, hopeless!" She joked, easily diffusing the awkwardness.

Dinner lasted for more than an hour. Apart from a few occasional moments when Elaine made me lose my composure, the whole process was relatively peaceful and harmonious. I won't go into the specific details. After dinner, my brother-in-law took care of cleaning up the mess all by himself, which made me deeply admire this good man. A man's great love for his family and wife often makes him incredibly charming.
It touches the heart and soul...
However, I had clearly underestimated the power of red wine, and even more so, the "danger" that power brought. The three of us drank nearly two bottles of red wine during this meal! No wonder my eyes were glazed over, my thoughts were scattered, and I was slumped on the sofa. After Elaine came out of the restroom, she sat down next to me. We were only a couple of inches apart, yet I could clearly feel the warmth of each other's skin. I could even smell her fragrant breath... My face, which had been flushed from the red wine, began to burn, and my lips became dry, so I kept licking them with my tongue to keep them moist... My vision gradually blurred, and all I could hear was Jeff Chang's song "I'm Really" playing on the TV. His captivating voice struck right at my crumbling emotional defenses...
I turned to look at Elaine. She seemed to be caught up in some ambiguous, unspoken emotion: her eyes sparkled, her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her neck. Her firm breasts rose and fell with her slightly rapid breathing... At that moment, time seemed to stand still for me. I forgot the instant, and I forgot eternity... My lower body stubbornly swelled and hardened, making me feel incredibly oppressed in my seated position. I don't know where the courage came from, but I turned slightly and pressed my lips to her burning earlobe, kissing it gently. I circled her delicate earlobe with my wet tongue. Unexpectedly, Elaine didn't seem surprised at all. She slowly closed her eyes and enjoyed it, her breathing becoming more and more rapid, while she let out soft moans that made my blood boil. One of her hands reached over and caressed my face, then my chest... slowly moving down until it reached my already erect and hard penis, gently kneading it... After my lips and tongue conquered her ear, they swept down her neck and, through her pajamas, began to taste and suckle her breasts.
Her breathing grew heavier, and she even unbuttoned her clothes herself! I abandoned all restraint and shyness, not even bothering to admire their beauty, burying my face in her two full, firm breasts, licking and sucking them wantonly… Elaine lay half-reclined on the sofa, her breasts exposed, her legs clamping tighter and tighter, even rubbing against each other, accompanied by her sweet moans… This scene, I believe, would be fatally alluring to any man. The more I kissed her, the more the alcohol seemed to take effect, the more my body surged with desire. I simply stood up, somewhat roughly pulling off her house pants, kissing her from her thighs to her groin, teasing her nipples with my tongue through her panties. Clearly, this worked very well for her; her previous soft moans turned into blissful sighs, “Ah… mmm…”, her whole body writhing, radiating a captivating beauty in the dim light and surrounded by enchanting music.

Seeing this, I wonder if you, like me, felt your ears burning and your heart pounding. Attentive readers might raise a sharp question: where was my brother-in-law who was so busy running around all this time?! Since I'm not a recording device, I can't know every detail clearly. But what I do know is that when I was caressing Elaine's lower body, completely lost in the moment, my brother-in-law suddenly appeared behind me. Believe me, this kind of terror is no less than any horror movie I've ever seen. It's no exaggeration to say that I was sobered up considerably. What awaited me next? A beating? Or jail time? My life was over… This series of flashbacks and intense psychological fluctuations actually happened in just one second.
When I saw my brother-in-law squat down, taking off his clothes while kissing and caressing Elaine with me, I completely understood what to do next. This grand drama of desire, after the dual torment of anxiety and desire, finally revealed its exciting plot to me. Hitchcock once said, "Drama is forgetting the tedium of life." Despite being a staunch supporter, I firmly believe that whether something is tedious or brilliant, it's ultimately a portrayal and depiction of one's own inner world. The completely absorbed caresses instantly left the three of us drenched in sweat; sweat, saliva, and vaginal fluids mingled in the twenty-square-meter living room. At that moment, my mind was filled with the intense turmoil of the erotic scene before me and the classroom scenes of the past. This brilliance and wonder defied description, yet it was enough to send me into a frenzy, an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy.

We moved from the living room to the bedroom. The pink wall lamps made the romance impeccable. The three of us, on a large bed two meters wide, indulged in each other's bodies. After the thorough caresses, Elaine's panties were already soaked. My brother-in-law took the opportunity to remove them and took the lead. Elaine's mouth was already tightly holding my penis, her tongue working in tandem, stroking it back and forth, waves of tingling pleasure instantly spreading throughout my body. The feeling at that moment could only be accurately described by the lyrics of Lin Xi's song, "The world surrounds me"... This was the first time I had ever enjoyed the pleasure of sex in this way with a woman, a married couple. Looking at the sexy, playful pink wall lamp, it seemed to be cheering us on with its soft, skin-touching light.

After about 200 strokes, my brother-in-law shouted and ejaculated, but Elaine didn't seem to have reached orgasm. He gave me a wink, signaling me to switch positions and continue. Then he lay down beside me, taking pictures to commemorate the moment. I immediately understood, put on a condom, and helped Elaine switch to a familiar front-facing position. With a long sigh from her, I thrust deep inside, reaching her very core. Judging from her expression and breathing rate, my penis was probably slightly larger and longer than my brother-in-law's. Elaine, under the combined thrusts of my brother-in-law and me, was slowly approaching orgasm, repeatedly shouting, "Keep on, just fuck me..." Hearing that familiar voice from the classroom for over a year in this setting gave me a feeling of "reading a historical novel, traversing the Northern and Southern Dynasties." After about 300 rounds, I suddenly felt an intense pleasure surge towards my penis like a burst dam, and I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts. Elaine's alluring body also quickened its pace, responding to my movements. In an instant, thick semen gushed out angrily, and she held me tightly, letting out a high-pitched scream, her orgasm a result of being thoroughly aroused...

From foreplay to the final climax, it took about an hour and a half, and all three of us were exhausted. After showering, I snuggled in bed watching TV, and my brother-in-law started snoring. He was probably exhausted from his business trip... That night, I didn't leave. Looking back, Elaine and I probably did it three times. The first two times were with my brother-in-law. The last time was a solo effort on the sofa. Interestingly, the first two times we were together, I lasted a long time, but when I was alone, it was shorter. Perhaps that's the advantage of "teamwork." I won't go into the details of the last two times here, firstly because there are many repetitive scenes, and secondly because the article is already quite long; I'll leave some room for imagination. I

can't remember how I said goodbye to them the next morning, only that it was already bright when I left, but a thin layer of mist hung in the air, damp and even a little chilly. The exhaustion after the pleasure filled my body. I looked up at the fourth-floor window, hidden by curtains, and it seemed as if I could see her slender, graceful figure behind them. Was it gazing at me as I departed? Or, like me, though awakened from the nightmare, still unable to extricate itself from the hazy, dreamlike desire? It was time to wake from the dream. The dazzling allure of paradise, the splendor of a wondrous journey, could never replace the seemingly ordinary yet refreshingly sweet life. I took a deep breath, stepped into the morning mist, like a weary bird returning to its nest, flying towards that place called home...

Nine years, gone forever in the blink of an eye. And now, my thoughts, like the hand of a skilled craftsman, traverse time, polishing and piecing together the fragments of memory that had been washed away and weathered, trying with all my might to restore that beauty... I don't know when, but Fang Wenshan's heart-wrenching song "Fireworks Fade Easily" drifted in... "Waiting for the wine to be fragrant, waiting for you to play a tune on the guzheng"... Under the same bright moon and starry sky as seven years ago, it was especially poignant.

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