I fell in love with the charming young woman who was keeping me as a sugar daddy, and we had sex in a car.

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"You still say no? Be careful you don't blow the roof off!" she said humorously.
We all laughed.
She took her hand away and said, "You're addicted!"
"With you here, I'm not afraid!" I said with a smile, "Will we always be together?"
She didn't answer, just smiled.
Seeing that she was unhappy, I said dejectedly, "Do you often contact Sister Liu?"
My question had a deeper meaning, which I didn't want to say directly—whether she often changed men.
She immediately understood and said, "I'll hit you! What do you mean? Let me tell you—I've only ever done one thing wrong to someone in my life, and that was with you!"
I immediately laughed again and said, "Then you must never do anything bad again, and turn bad things into good things!"
She laughed too, looking at me and saying, "You seem honest, but you're actually quite bad at heart!"
"Men are all bad!" I blurted out.
“No, not all bad men are the same. Some men are bad because they use force. You’re outwardly shy and timid, but once provoked, you’re the worst kind, haha!”
I didn’t know how to refute her words. Maybe she was right, she was right. One thing was certain: I’m timid around women I don’t know well; it’s in my nature.
We drove to an intersection, and she suddenly asked, “Where are you going?”
“To your place, okay?” I said.
She hummed in agreement and nodded.
That day, as soon as we entered the house, we embraced and began kissing and caressing passionately. Then we fell onto the sofa, wriggling and rolling around on the floor. Finally, we made love on the sofa, and she lay on top of me, saying, "Say I'm your woman!"
I was stunned for a moment; I had never said such a thing before, but excitedly, I immediately blurted out, "You're my woman!"
She smiled, kissed me, and softly said, "My little husband, I love you!"
I was incredibly moved. I don't know why, but being called "husband" made me so happy. I instinctively called her "wife!"
She was also very happy and kissed me passionately.
I stayed at her place for about a week. During this time, because of the Chinese New Year, she didn't go to the company, so we lived together, watched TV together, cooked together, and she even gave me a key so I could go out to buy groceries while she cooked. Whenever she wasn't there, I could go to her place anytime, and most importantly, we made love together. We were both very happy.
Several times, we went shopping in the evening. On the street, she would suddenly take my hand, looking like a happy, demure woman. She didn't say anything, just suddenly took my arm. Although I was a little nervous, no one in Hengjiang knew me, so I was quite bold. Besides, she looked very young, while I looked more mature, so the difference wasn't significant.
She said that shopping was her happiest moment.
She bought me many designer clothes, which I didn't want, but she insisted I wear, saying she wanted to dress me up as a man of good taste. I wasn't used to these things; I didn't have the habit of dressing up.
But she was very happy, saying it was perfect, and she was very happy with the little man she had molded.
But neither of us talked about the future. I didn't dare talk about our future. If she asked me to marry her, I really wouldn't know what to do. And she didn't say anything either, which I thought was fine. She was very happy those few days, always smiling happily. When watching TV, she would fight me for the remote. She liked watching foreign films, while I hated watching those blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, so we often played around happily. Finally, she would snuggle in my arms and say, "Honey, you should give in to me. A man should cherish a woman!"
Every time she acted coquettishly, I would listen to her. Later, it became a habit that I would deliberately disobey her to get her to act coquettishly and call me "honey."
I always wondered why her figure was so attractive and well-maintained. At thirty-two, her skin looked better than the girls in school, as white as jade. Especially her breasts, which were very firm and full, and her perky buttocks were very elastic and round.
I loved her breasts the most. Her small, pink nipples were very cute, creating a striking contrast against her full, white breasts.
That was the happiest week I had with her, unforgettable, and I was always immersed in the beauty of happiness and sex.
One day, I rummaged through the cupboard and pulled out a few videotapes with Japanese writing on them. I honestly didn't understand them at the time. I said, "You like watching Japanese movies too?"
She laughed as soon as she saw them and asked, "Where did you find them?"
I said, "I found them by chance!"
She smiled and said, "Do you want to watch them?"
I said, "No, I hate the Japanese!" At that time, I had never watched any of those things. I was always so old-fashioned and conservative.
She smiled and said, "Let's watch them together!" She asked me to go to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. When I came back with the water, I almost dropped it. She turned to look at me and smiled. The images on the TV made me gasp; my face turned bright red.
She beckoned me over, and I slowly walked over, smiled at her, and frowned slightly.
She sat down next to me, and we both fell silent. As we watched, she suddenly turned slowly, hooked her arm around my neck, closed her eyes, and then we slowly pressed ourselves together. She said, "Let's do it like on TV, okay?"
I nodded. That day was our craziest day ever. I think she really led me astray, but years later, I think it didn't matter at all. Sex and love are inseparable, and sex with love, no matter how promiscuous, is not sinful.
The night after the week ended, we were watching TV when she said, "Xiao Yan, next week I have to go on a business trip out of town. Our company invested in a property there. You should go back to school this week. I'll come find you when I get back and buy you a gift!" As she spoke, she offered me money, but I quickly shook my head and said, "No, I haven't even spent the thousand yuan you gave me last time!"
She said, "It's been a week already, and besides, that was for groceries!"
I said, "I won't spend much, don't give me any more. I don't want us to have too much of that kind of relationship!"
She immediately understood, smiled at me, and didn't mention it again.
That week, I went back to school. About two days later, I passed a goldfish stall and suddenly remembered that she said she loved keeping goldfish. I also remembered that there weren't any fish in her goldfish tank in her living room; she said she hadn't taken good care of them and they had all died.
Overcome with excitement, wanting to surprise her, I picked out several beautiful goldfish, put them in a bag, and took the bus to her place.
It even snowed that day! After getting off the bus, I walked a bit to get there. I had her key. On the way, I grew happier and happier, thinking about how happy she would be to see the goldfish looking so well when she returned.
But, unexpectedly, I witnessed that scene.
I held the goldfish in my hands, my hands getting cold. The goldfish seller said that goldfish are difficult to keep at this time of year and need to be kept in an air-conditioned room. I thought her room would be fine. I happily took out my key, put it in, and turned it—it was backwards. I turned it back, and just then, the door opened.
I froze, startled. A man opened the door, a man in his fifties. He had a mustache, wore glasses, pajamas, and a cigar, looking every bit the boss.
I couldn't speak. He frowned and asked, "What do you want?" in a thick Hong Kong accent.
I heard her voice from inside, "What's wrong?" She was coming downstairs, tying her hair up. Just as she finished, she saw me and froze, frozen in shock. She stared
at me, frowning. A thought struck me
quickly. "Oh, are you buying goldfish? Someone called and said this is the place!" I mentioned goldfish. Then I nervously looked at the key on the door, thankfully he hadn't seen it.
He looked at the goldfish and said, "They're quite big, we don't want them, do we?" He turned and asked, "Hey, Lily, do you want them?"
She hurriedly shook her head and said, "Oh, no!" She was terrified.
I smiled and said, "Maybe I went to the wrong place!"
He looked at the goldfish and said, "Hey, how much? I'll take it!"
I was so nervous that I blurted out, "Oh, it's free, I already paid!"
She looked at me, looking pained, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word.
He said, "It's not what we wanted. If you can't find a buyer, we'll keep it!" Saying this, he turned and said, "Hey, give him some money!"
She obediently nodded, then went into her purse and took out a hundred-yuan bill.
He carried the goldfish into the house, and then she came over to give me the money.
Now it was just me and her. She came over, wanting to say something, but I glared at her fiercely. She frowned, still looking aggrieved, as if about to cry, but her eyes also held fear, meaning I shouldn't say anything.
I turned away sharply and walked away. The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier, my feet crunching on the ground, my nose stinging from the cold, and my head aching.
I hated her, I resented her. All the way home, I hated her, but the more I hated her, the more I felt I couldn't live without her. She shouldn't have treated me like that. I was in pain, my heart ached terribly.
I gritted my teeth, my hands clenching painfully.
I didn't take the bus; I walked all the way back to school that afternoon. By the time I got there, it was already dark, the streets a pristine white.
Passing that snack stall, I glanced at it, feeling hungry. I went over and said, "Give me a bottle of liquor! And a plate of stir-fried vermicelli!"
"What kind of liquor?" the owner asked.
"Erguotou!" I said decisively.
The owner paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, coming right away!"
That night, I got drunk again. The owner came out and said, "Pay up first, you've had too much to drink!"
Just then, a car drove up in the distance, its headlights blinding us.
I looked up and cursed, "Are you looking for trouble?!"
The owner said, "You're drunk, what are you cursing about? Pay up!"
I glanced at him and then smiled.
He frowned and said, "Hey, don't get drunk and cause trouble!"
I took out some money and gave it to him, then stood up and swayed forward.
A car actually followed us; because of the snow, it was driving slowly, and the person inside honked.
I stood on the side of the road, glaring at the car and cursing, "Damn, you think you're so great just because you have money? Playing with my woman—"
I looked down, and as soon as I looked up, I saw her—it was her car.
She got out, looked at me, frowned, and said, "Who told you to drink so much?"
I shook my head and said, "Mind your own business!"
"I went to the school to look for you, but you weren't there, so I came here!" she said softly.
"What do you want?" I said loudly.
"Keep your voice down!" Someone passing by glanced at us.
I smiled and said, "Why did you lie to me? Why?"
She lowered her head slightly, then raised it again and said, "What did I lie to you about?"
"You have a man, why did you say you didn't?" I asked her again.
She said, "Get in the car and tell me, I've been worried about you!"
"Stop talking, tell me why?" I said aggressively.
"I'm sorry!" she said, speechless.
"I don't need your apologies, you know that?" I swallowed hard, my breath reeking of alcohol, and said, "I've fallen in love with you, I love you, you know that?"
She took a breath, then pursed her lips and said, "Since you already know, I won't hide it from you anymore. I have a man, and he's—," she smiled slightly, saying calmly, "and an older man!"
Her words hurt me deeply. The thought of that older man wanting to possess her made me feel terrible. I gasped for breath, angrily saying, "You really—," before I could finish,
she smiled calmly again and said, "You think I'm shameless?"
I didn't answer her, but gave a cold laugh.
My laugh angered her. I was about to speak when she quickly said, "Hey, I am shameless, but who are you to me? Tell me!"
I knew I was nobody to her. I widened my eyes and glared at her fiercely.
She said again, "Tell me, who are you to me? You're bossing me around, you're just—", she later said she actually meant I was her brother, but I thought she meant I was her kept man.
I smiled, turned around, and walked away without looking back.
After a few steps, I turned back and said to her, "If you just want to play around, don't say 'I love you' when we're together. Don't say it to a man like me again, he'll really fall in love with you!"
After saying that, I left. After walking a long way, I turned back, and in the light of the pub, I still saw her standing there, stunned, by the car.
And I knew we were from different worlds. I thought we would never have any contact again, but fate brought us together again, all because of Sister Liu.
Winter break is over, school has started! After a long period of pain, I calmed down a little. I think she wasn't wrong, she just taught me a lot. Love isn't such a simple thing. There shouldn't be hatred!
If I still think of her, it seems like the water in the Lover's Lake on campus, without any ripples, appearing somewhat profound.
"Hey, Xiao Yan!" That day, I was passing by Sister Liu's agency when she called to me from inside.
I turned around and looked at her. I hadn't seen Sister Liu for a while. She was eating sunflower seeds and waving at me, saying, "Come in, I have something to tell you!"
After I went in, she smiled and said, "Hey, how's school? Almost time for your internship?"

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