The thrill of revenge

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I used to respect Felicity a lot, and I was incredibly accommodating and indulgent towards her, but she left. She took a large sum of money from me, wanting me to buy her many things, and then she left. The money was a minor matter; the most important thing was that she hurt my self-esteem and deceived my feelings. Only then did I realize that there are good people and hateful people in the world, and women are also a mix of good and hateful. Felicity was a hateful, beautiful woman.

I only woke up after she left. I thought and thought, and I knew she would definitely come back. It's all math. When she was with me, it was mainly for money. Of course, there was also a small part for feelings—for my kindness to her. Once she left, my source of income was cut off, and I believed she would come back in ten months.

Because she took one million yuan from me and left, she thought she was rich now and could spend it all in her lifetime. She once told me that she dreamed of having one million yuan, so I gave it to her to fulfill her dream. She got it and then left. But she wasn't rich. When she was with me, she spent over 100,000 yuan a month. It's hard to cut back once you're used to spending, especially when money comes easily. With one million yuan, it was easy to calculate that it would only last her ten months at most.

But she came back to me after eight months. She called and asked me out for coffee, saying she wanted to ask me some tax questions. She said I was still her best friend and I could definitely help her. What a best friend! Disappeared for eight months, only to appear when needed. But since I had already calculated her return, I naturally had a plan to deal with her. We met and talked for a few minutes, then she suggested renting a karaoke room, a good place to talk.

In the room, she said that because of the one million yuan in her bank account with unknown origins, the tax bureau had discovered it and wanted her to explain. She said it was a gift from her boyfriend, but the tax officer said such a large gift was considered income and should be taxed. She received a tax bill for a considerable amount. She was indignant and asked if she could avoid paying.

I told her no, because it was the law. She was angry, saying she thought I was a good friend, but it turned out I couldn't help her. I remained silent. She sang, drank, and occasionally talked about what had happened since we last met. She said she had taken the money to start a business, but had bad luck and lost it all. She said she didn't have a man. No man? How could that be? Her real purpose was to get me to give her money to pay the taxes. I used to offer that automatically, but now I've learned my lesson; I don't bring it up unless she brings it up.

Later, she became quite drunk and gradually moved closer to me. She leaned against me and said she missed the old days when she had everything she wanted, and that suddenly losing it was a huge blow to her, making her heartbroken. She even made it sound like I had abandoned her.

Later, she pulled my hand to her neck, making me press my hand against one of her breasts. It was truly tempting, but I could resist her temptation because I had already disrespected her. She let my hand stay there, something I wasn't allowed to do before, unless we slept together, but this time it was okay, because she had drunk a lot and because she had made a request. My hand remained still; I was playing a game of restraint with her.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed my hand, rested her head on my shoulder, and whispered, "You still haven't told me about your romantic encounter."

I said, "I've been waiting for you!"

She said, "You're lying! You're deceiving me!" She drew a line across my face with her finger.

I said, "Fine, you lie! It's hard to prove anyway!"

She said, "You haven't even called me in all this time!"

I did call. The normal days for our rendezvous passed, and she still hadn't contacted me. So I called her, only to find her number was no longer active, and I never heard from her again. She had deceived my feelings, swindled my money, and run away. She knew it herself, yet she was now trying to justify herself. Fortunately, I hadn't lost everything.

I said, "Fate brings us together again, haven't we?"

She said, "Let's go!"

I paid the bill and we left. She had her own habits; as soon as she said "let's go," I knew she wasn't going home. Sure enough, she didn't take a car, she just walked, and I followed her. She headed towards our usual meeting place in a hotel. When we went up, she seemed a little resentful because I hadn't asked her; before, I had to make the request.

Every time, I'd ask her during meals or movies. Sometimes she'd coldly say "no," and then she wouldn't do it. But most of the time, she'd say she didn't have enough money, or she needed to buy something expensive. I'd agree, write her a check, and only then would she smile, but still not say yes or no, just "Let's go!" and lead me to a hotel. A couple of times, she'd say it wasn't convenient and she had to go home once we were on the street.

Actually, I should have realized long ago that she only wanted my money; if I wanted to sleep with her, I had to pay a price. I didn't mind paying, but she made me feel so inferior, expecting me to be completely obedient, and I resented that, especially after she left. This time, I used a different strategy. Since she was the one asking for my help, I didn't have to be so subservient. Of course, if I respected her, I wouldn't want her to be subservient, which might be a mistake.

The first step was indeed successful. We went into the room, and she sat coldly on the sofa. I went over to hug her, but she pushed me away. I said, "Then take a shower!"

She said, "I won't!" because I hadn't asked her yet.

I said, "Since you don't want to, let's leave!"

She was taken aback; this was an attitude I hadn't shown before. Before, when she was this cold, I always had to beg her, and she would always oblige. This time, I adopted a non-cooperative attitude, and she didn't know what to do.

I sat on the bed and said, "Sit for half an hour before leaving; leaving too soon is too embarrassing."

She did need my help, and I had to push her until she had no other choice. After sitting for a while, she finally said, "I'll take a shower!"

She went into the bathroom and soon came out wrapped in a large towel, leaving all her clothes inside. I remained sitting on the bed, unhurried.

She waved and said, "You go take a shower too!"

I went to shower as well, and came out naked; she had already turned off all the lights. I sat down beside her, and she said, "Turn off the bathroom light too!" The light coming from the bathroom wasn't dark enough for her ideal darkness.

I said, "I don't like the lights off!"

Actually, I really don't like complete darkness, but I can never win against her. If I ask for some light, she gets angry. This is her strategy to bully me; the more I want to see, the less she lets me, creating a situation where I'm always dependent on her, like a mule with a stick tied around its neck and a carrot hanging in front of it. The mule moves forward to eat, but this also moves the stick forward, so it can only move but never eat. But this time, I wasn't asking; I was telling her I had decided.

Her face darkened noticeably in the dim light, and she said, "Don't do this!" Her tone softened slightly. That's how you deal with this kind of woman: she needs something from me, I'm firm, and she softens.

I said, "Don't be so annoying, okay? If you insist, why don't you just do it yourself?"

I just leaned back on the pillow, cold and unyielding, and she was helpless. In the past, I always respected her and didn't want to push her to the point of confrontation, but this time I wasn't afraid.

After a long silence, she finally said, "Okay, come on, let's do it!" As soon as she lay down, she simply pushed off the sheet covering her, closed her eyes, and became very cold.

She had always been cold before, but never this cold. She was always somewhat cooperative, like touching my nipples or stroking my penis. This time, however, she adopted an uncooperative attitude. She still wanted to use the same methods, to make me lose interest, so I had to coax her, to make her change her attitude, and then she could make demands. But I didn't want to coax her anymore; I turned the lights off.

She made a soft "ee-ooh" sound and said, "Don't make it so bright!" But I didn't care.

At this moment, I enjoyed it with my eyes. She was truly naturally beautiful; her skin was so white that she looked like a fluorescent tube, or like a sculpture carved from white jade.

I had only seen her once or twice during our first sexual encounter, without looking closely, thinking there would be plenty of time in the future. But after I developed feelings for her, she turned off the light and wouldn't let me see. Now the light is brighter than the first two times, so I can see clearly.

She was voluptuous, with full breasts and buttocks, a wide pelvis, and a vulva that swelled like a steamed bun, topped with a large patch of thick, dark, glossy, and soft pubic hair. I could see that her labia minora were pink, complementing her fair skin, and neatly arranged, not like a clump of animal entrails. Her nipples were small and pink as well. Her armpits were hairless. She had once told me that she was born without armpit hair, and although she had a lot of pubic hair, she was only allowed to touch it, not look at it with the light on.

I knelt between her legs, carefully observing her. What a beautiful woman, but unfortunately, her heart wasn't so beautiful. I was highly stimulated visually, my penis was hard, and the angle was just right, so I thrust forward, the head of my penis pressing against her vaginal opening.

She was greatly surprised, immediately opening her eyes and closing her legs. She pushed me away, saying, "Use a condom!"

She thought I would, like before, touch and kiss her for a long time, and then ask her permission before penetrating. Except for the first two times, she insisted that I use a condom.

I said, "Don't wear one, it's too boring!"

"No—you can't!" She pushed me away forcefully.

I used to be okay with it, even though I really didn't want to wear one, because I respected her, loved her, and thought she didn't have other men. But now my thinking is different; I don't want to wear one because I want to change her mind. She said she considers me a good friend, but she insists I wear a condom. Wouldn't it be better to be friends if others didn't wear condoms? I pushed her hand away and began to attack forcefully. My glans kept rubbing against her clitoris and vaginal opening. She felt it, and her resistance weakened, but she was still pushing me away.

Then she couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Outside... for a while!"

I had worked so hard to get her permission to have contact like this outside before, and I kept my promise that time. After enjoying it for a while, I put on a condom and ejaculated, so she said this now. She has always trusted me and knows that I keep my promises. I always do what I promise, so she asked me to give a verbal promise.

I made soft "mmm" sounds, muffled as if agreeing, but it was more like a sound of enjoyment. She thought I agreed and let me continue.

But I had no intention of agreeing. Suddenly, I thrust in, and she cried out, startled. It was too late to push me away; I was already fully inside her. Her sensations made it impossible for her to resist, so she steeled herself and cooperated.

When she cooperated, it was truly wonderful. Her vulva was plump and tightly enveloped my penis. Without the barrier of a condom, the flesh-to-flesh thrusting was exquisite. Her technique was also superb. She moaned, arching her pelvis to meet me, her hands roaming over my body, reaching every sensitive spot she could reach, finally focusing on playing with my nipples, pushing my sensations to even greater heights.

Until I could no longer hold back, my penis throbbing and throbbing, I ejaculated inside her vagina. This triggered another orgasm for her; her vulva sucked at me, and she made kitten-like sounds from her throat. This was another endearing trait of hers; she would orgasm the moment I ejaculated. Few women are like that. She never said she wasn't done, nor did she make me doubt her stamina, which gave me a great sense of accomplishment. Otherwise, she couldn't have fooled me so successfully.

I withdrew, entering a state of limpness. She started her usual routine again; she gently pushed my shoulder, I rolled away, and she immediately got up to take a shower. She always did this, rushing to shower as soon as she was done. She said she was a clean freak; I don't know if that's true, but it's something you do when you have no feelings for a man. She showered for quite a while before returning, sitting down beside me, and immediately wrapping herself in the sheet.

I closed my eyes to rest, but she was very impatient. She nudged me and said, "Hey!" I knew what she wanted to say. If she didn't ask for anything, she would already be getting dressed and leaving; if she did, she would stay and "chat" with me.

Actually, she wasn't very smooth. If she were, she would have tried her best to please me before speaking. Perhaps this is one of the reasons I find her endearing—she's generally straightforward, but sometimes I feel she looks down on me so much that she wouldn't even bother to flatter me.

I grunted, "What is it?"

She said, "Those taxes, you know I don't have the money to pay them!"

I thought she'd protest first that I ejaculated inside her without a condom, but she didn't, clearly indicating it was a common occurrence, something others could do but I couldn't—a mule-and-carrot game.

I said, "I know you have no income right now, I'll pay them for you!" She was delighted, patting my shoulder, unaware of my ulterior motive.

I held out my hand and said, "Give me the tax bill, I'll pay it for you."

She said, "No, give it to me, I'll pay it myself!"

I said, "That's fine too, go get my checkbook from my pocket, I'll write you a check!"

She brought out the checkbook and pen, and she looked quite beautiful walking around naked; usually she would be wrapped in a towel. The mule finally got the carrot.

I sat up and said, "Where's the tax bill?"

She said, "Didn't you just look at the amount?"

I said, "I didn't see the details clearly, it wouldn't be good if it wasn't enough."

She said, "Just give me the exact amount, wouldn't that be fine?"

This was her usual habit; she never gave me the exact amount when asking for money. If she said four thousand, I would write five thousand; if she said seven or eight thousand, I would write ten thousand. This time, however, it wasn't so easy. I said, "Give it to me, I need the detailed amount."

She had no choice but to take out the tax bill from her handbag, forgetting to hide it this time as she walked around.

I used a pillow to hold it down and wrote it for her. When she saw it, her face darkened, and she said, "What... what is this?"

"A promissory note!" I said, "It's still three weeks until it expires, you can pay it in the last two days, no rush."

"But... but... this isn't for me!" she said.

I said, "This isn't for you, it's for the government. You can take the check and pay it, and that will solve the problem."

She got angry and said, "That's not good! I want you to write it to me, and I'll deposit it into my account!"

"No!" I said, "That's inconvenient. You don't even need to pay it in person; you can just send it by mail."

Her face darkened further; I knew she was angry that her scheme had failed. If I had just given her a cash check, she could have used it and then asked me for it again with the tax bill. Now, she couldn't do what she wanted; she couldn't misappropriate the money.

She threw the check back at me, saying, "I don't want it!"

But now her temper was useless, so I said, "Then forget it. I'm leaving too; I'm going to take a shower." I got up to shower, and when I came back, she was still sitting on the bed. In the past, she would have already dressed and was about to leave.

I started to get dressed, and she patted the edge of the bed, saying, "Sit down, let's talk!"

I sat down and said, "What should we talk about?"

She said sadly, "Don't you love me anymore?"

I said coldly, "Go away. If you want me to love you, you'll have to prove you're worthy of love!"

She started to cry, "I can use this check to pay taxes, but I have no money left. I only have a few dozen dollars left!"

"Oh!" I said, "Then I'll give you some!" I took out my wallet from my clothes and gave her two thousand dollars.

She said, "This... what is this?"

I said, "This is the current rate. Some people don't even get this much!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she said, "You... you... what do you take me for?"

I said, "Have you forgotten where I met you?"

I met her at a nightclub. Back then, the price was fifteen hundred dollars per session. A few weeks later, she stopped working, and I supported her. All along, I've been paying her more than ten times that. This is just the basics.

She jumped up to get dressed, and I did too; it was like a race to see who could get dressed faster. We were about the same age, but women usually spend time touching up their makeup after they're dressed.

I said, "I'm leaving now!" and went to open the door.

She started crying again, saying, "Don't go, wait for me."

I said, "Wait for what?"

She said, "I want you back, I want things to be like before." She hugged me, rested her face on my chest, and burst into tears.

I said, "Can things still be like before?"

She sobbed, "I made a mistake. I wanted to succeed, I went out on my own, started a business, but I had bad luck. Can you forgive me for that?"

Normally, this tactic would soften my heart, but not this time, because I knew the truth. She was still lying to me. If she told the truth, if she were truly sincere, I might consider it, but she was still deceiving me.

I said, "What kind of business do you run?"

She said, "I... I run a bookstore."

I said, "Is it a limited company or an unlimited company?"

"Well... of course it's a limited company." She said, "My capital is limited!"

I really wanted to laugh. I said, "How many shareholders do you have?"

She said, "I... I'm a sole proprietor."

I said, "I'm in business, I know a limited company can't be a sole proprietor; it must have shareholders."

"But..." she said, "I don't have any."

I said, "Maybe your business is called 'European March Tour'? Is Europe fun?"

She stared at me blankly.

I sneered again, "Did Daqiang make you happy?"

Her face turned ashen. "You investigated me?"

I said, "Some things don't need to be investigated to know."

"I... my business is none of your business!" She became unreasonable again.

"None of my business, very well, you said it!" I said, "I won't interfere now!" I pushed her away, turned around, and left.

She grabbed me again, bursting into tears: "Don't go! I...I'm so poor, I can't live without money, I'll die without money!"

Her domineering and assertive nature vanished, as did her feigned arrogance; she needed me. I felt a surge of pleasure; her behavior had caused me so much torment.

I said, "You have a husband! What about Daqiang? Doesn't he know how to make money?"

"I...I'm leaving him," she sobbed. "I want to come back to you!"

I said, "You lied to me again, got what you wanted, and then left to go on a trip with your husband? You're so smug when you have money! Now that you've spent it all, you say you're coming back, to lie to me again?"

"I...I won't!" she said. "I can prove it!"

"No need for proof," I said. "I'll give you the money you want, but this is a transaction, a clear price. I'll give you a higher price. This time I'll give you five thousand, enough for you to live on. If you want more, I'll give you five thousand each time, but you have to do it properly. You know what 'doing it properly' means, right? It means no lights out, no condoms, all over, front and back. If you want fifty thousand, you have to do it ten times! Don't worry about whether I can do it or not, you just have to do it!" Actually, I wasn't interested in the latter, but I was interested in the former, but since it was a transaction, the conditions had to be met.

I left five thousand yuan and left. This time she didn't pester me. I had seven thousand yuan in total, enough for a few days, and I also had a check to pay taxes.

The next night, I was with Ais. All my information came from Ais.

After Felicity left, I went back to the nightclub where I had met Felicity, and there I met Ais. We got along very well. Ais was considerate, docile, gentle, and honest; she made me very happy. She had only worked as a prostitute for a few days.

I advised her to quit, offering her a sum of money to keep her as a mistress, which she agreed to and welcomed. She said she became a prostitute because of her father's illness, and her boyfriend left her because he was afraid of being burdened by her father. She had given up on men; she felt happy with my pampering. She knew I wouldn't marry her, but she hoped this happy time would last. She didn't make any extra demands regarding money, nor did she get angry with me, so I felt calm and at ease.

I used her to replace Felicity. She couldn't ignite my passion, but she had her own methods. She could lick my entire body and suck my penis. Sometimes I couldn't help but ejaculate in her mouth, and she would hurriedly go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, saying she couldn't swallow the semen. She also confessed that she had never provided such services to her boyfriend before; she was trained by her mother to serve exceptionally good clients after becoming a prostitute, and I was the first. She even got a contraceptive injection for me so I didn't need to wear a condom.

We were together for two months before she revealed that she actually knew Felicia.

Once, I went out to dinner with Felicia and ran into her with some other girls. Felicia went over to greet her. I didn't recognize her, but she recognized me, and she told me these inside stories about Felicia. It turned out that Felicia had been supporting a good-for-nothing husband. From Ais's perspective, she couldn't understand why Felicia would stay with this husband, even taking him on trips to Europe when she had money. I didn't understand either; many women are like that, inexplicably confused.

I didn't tell Ais about my grievances with Felicia or about seeing her again. I rented a small apartment with Ais, but she didn't live there. She usually stayed home to take care of her father and only came to sleep for one night when she met me.

Ais was very good to me, considerate and attentive, and kept the small house impeccably tidy. She often told me she was grateful to me because I gave her the money to live on and the time to take care of her father. A kind and easily satisfied woman.

That night, after we had been intimate, Ais leaned against my chest watching TV. I was thinking that she and Felicity were completely opposite people. This time, after I had messed with Felicity, she might have no choice but to obey me for the money; she had to "do her job properly," and I would still give her business. Of course, she could go back to being a prostitute, but the money wouldn't be so easy to earn.

I wondered if Felicity had been motivated by this experience to take better control of her life, because she hadn't gone back to earning those five thousand dollars a time. That was good, unless something unexpected happened to her. I didn't inquire, because Ais no longer associated with people in nightclubs, and I was already very content with Ais.

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