He slept with his apprentice's girlfriend

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In the summer of 2018, a tall, thin, and well-mannered young man joined our department. He had just graduated from school and got the job through connections because of his family's influence. The manager assigned him to the desk next to mine and asked me to mentor him. From then on, the young man started calling me "Master" all the time. Actually, I didn't have much to teach him; I was already thirty and hadn't made a name for myself. The young man was a nice guy and hardworking, so I always treated him as a normal colleague and never really considered him a student, never bossing him around. But being called "Master" so often made me unconsciously feel closer to him at work. His family was from out of town, but quite wealthy; they had bought a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment near the company and simply renovated it before moving in. Because it was close to the company and we were on good terms, he often invited me to his place. Six months after he started working there, he met a girl and showed me her picture. She was a little chubby but very cute. About two weeks later, he invited me to dinner and happily told me that the girl had become his girlfriend. I was happy for him too. That day, I, who never drinks, drank quite a bit with him. He vividly recounted how they met, how he pursued her, and how they ended up in bed together. He also frankly admitted that he wouldn't marry this girl because their family backgrounds were unequal, and that he planned to return to his hometown to develop his career. Days passed, and his girlfriend would occasionally come to wait for him after get off work. The girl was very shy and never greeted us, just waiting for him from a distance downstairs. Once, at a department dinner, he drank a lot and vomited profusely. As his nominal mentor, I felt obligated to take him home. That night, fearing something might happen to him alone at home, I called my wife to let her know I was safe and then stayed at his house to take care of him. His girlfriend lived with her parents, not with him, so he was usually alone. Cleaning up his vomit all night exhausted me. The next morning, I was awakened by his cries. He had sobered up considerably and went to the bathroom to vomit. He vomited blood, possibly from a stomach hemorrhage, and he was scared, asking me for help. I helped him to bed and gave him some water. After a night of fussing, I gained his trust. After that, he became even more open with me, sharing everything. This led to my unexpected experience. Autumn turned to winter, and time flew by. One afternoon, he hesitantly told me that he seemed to have a health problem. He realized his desire for his girlfriend wasn't as strong as it used to be. A few times, his girlfriend hinted at wanting sex, and he understood, but he just didn't feel that way. The problem was simple: he was new to the relationship and had sex with her every day for three months, but he was experiencing aesthetic fatigue. I'm an experienced person and know this, but he didn't, always thinking there was something wrong with his body. I gave him some advice, telling him to ask his girlfriend about her past sexual experiences with her exes, to encourage her to recall those experiences, and to guide her to talk about them. He hadn't tried this before, and it really brought back the novelty. The honeymoon phase lasts about six months; after that, the initial excitement wears off, and minor frictions and arguments begin—that's normal. When he started complaining to me about his girlfriend arguing with him over trivial matters, I gave him some advice: to plan small surprises from time to time. They quickly made up, and he was very grateful to me and trusted me even more. Actually, the honeymoon phase for couples is usually about six months, going from unfamiliarity to familiarity to normalcy, from passion to boredom; once you get through that, the relationship stabilizes. My apprentice isn't in very good physical condition; his heart rate often spikes to 180, and he gets very breathless even walking fast. In winter, the dry weather often causes him nosebleeds, and sometimes his gums bleed as well. He's very worried and doesn't know why. I teased him, saying it was because of excessive sexual activity leading to physical depletion. He vehemently denied it, saying he only has sex with his girlfriend about once a week on average. I continued teasing him, telling him I can read faces; his complexion was dark, and he looked listless—signs of depletion. I also asked him if he gets up at night to urinate, sleeps restlessly, is sensitive to cold, and has trouble getting up in the morning. Everything I said was true. But he insisted he wasn't promiscuous. I pretended to stare at him for a while, then said firmly that I couldn't be wrong. I told him to look at my face next time his girlfriend came over. That very day, the silly boy brought his girlfriend over and even wanted to treat me to dinner. Later, I secretly paid the bill; after all, he'd been calling me "Master" for so long, I couldn't take advantage of a kid. The next day at work, I pretended to hesitate, then told him that his girlfriend had slightly raised eyebrows and a mole on the corner of her mouth, suggesting a naturally seductive and promiscuous woman. However, in reality, she was a shy and quiet girl, and considering he was 24, he'd only had two relationships. This discrepancy might be due to strict upbringing or environmental influences, but a girl's innate seductive nature is unchangeable. His girlfriend must be a "master of virginity"—girls like that are incredibly pleasurable during sex, but most men can't handle it because they drain a man's vital energy during intercourse, eventually causing him to suffer from depletion. Yesterday, seeing his girlfriend looking radiant while he looked haggard and listless was proof of that. I even suggested he ask her if her ex-boyfriends also occasionally experienced nosebleeds and lethargy. Given that most young people in today's society stay up late and are in poor health, I knew my guess was pretty accurate. He confirmed it with his girlfriend, and it turned out I was right. He's starting to believe my claim that his girlfriend possesses a "special vagina" that instinctively draws his essence during sex. He asked me how to solve this, and I told him two things: either replace her completely or pay a price. They've been dating for almost a year and have developed a foundation of affection. Although they both know they won't get married, breaking up suddenly is still hard. He asked me what price he needed to pay to stay with his girlfriend. I thought about it and told him he could try giving her oral sex for ten minutes after sex, making sure his tongue goes deep into her vagina, reaching her clitoris, and then sucking hard to swallow her vaginal fluids. He's a bit of a chauvinist and had never performed oral sex on his girlfriend before, but he still believed me and obediently did it. For the next ten days, I secretly added some nourishing and invigorating capsules (health supplements, non-toxic and harmless) to his teacup every day when he wasn't looking. Everyone in our office loves tea, so adding a little something to the cup was completely unnoticeable. Sure enough, after about ten days, he told me he felt much better mentally and had more energy during sex with his girlfriend. He praised my method for being effective. I smiled without saying anything, and after he finished speaking, I told him that if he could maintain this state, it meant they had reached a balance. His girlfriend was using her vagina to absorb his essence, and he was drawing some back with his mouth—and what he was drawing back was the combined essence of him and his girlfriend, even better than his own. This was what Taoism calls Yin-Yang harmony. The silly boy happily believed it all. However, if he found himself experiencing fatigue, lower back pain, night sweats, chills, and frequent urination at night again, then he would have to resort to the last method.

He asked me what the final solution was, but I didn't say. I just said that if it might not be needed, there was no need to talk about it; I'd talk about it when it was needed. Later, we chatted about random things. I told him that when I was little in my rural hometown, a mad Taoist priest wandered into our village. I didn't have any friends to play with, so I went to play with the mad Taoist priest and sometimes brought him some food from home. At the time, the mad Taoist priest would often say things I couldn't understand, and I didn't remember what they were saying, just taking it as nonsense. But as I grew up, I slowly remembered those fragments of words. When I meet a stranger, without needing to interact with them, I can tell from my intuition whether they are someone I can get along with, and I can roughly guess their personality just by looking at their face. Because he was often right about what I said, he believed my amazing experiences. Actually, I'm just good at observing micro-expressions, of course, I wouldn't tell him that. And so, the days passed, and a month later, I stopped adding the tonic medicine to his cup—it was abrupt. Sure enough, less than a week later, he came back to ask me again, saying that he felt his body was starting to return to normal. He even said that after sex, he could suck on his girlfriend's vagina for half an hour without much effect anymore, and he asked me how to fundamentally solve his and his girlfriend's problems. I pretended to think for a long time, sighed, and gave him an analogy: if a person is always hungry, when he goes crazy, he'll eat like there's no tomorrow. His girlfriend was that hungry person, and I asked him if she always felt unsatisfied after sex. He thought about it and realized that was true. Actually, women are different from men. Men enter a state of post-coital relaxation after ejaculation, but women can have multiple orgasms as long as they have the energy. I once had a girlfriend who had 21 orgasms in one night and eventually passed out. After sex, he always listened to me and gave his girlfriend oral sex for ten minutes or so; she would definitely want more. I told him that his girlfriend, a girl with such a naturally alluring nature, could have sex every day without getting tired of it, but now he only has sex with her once or twice a week. She's never truly satisfied, and after each encounter, I suck some of her essence back from her mouth, making her even more "hungry." He eagerly asked me how to solve this problem completely. I told him there was a method, but the cost was a bit too much for him to accept… He kept assuring me that it was no problem, as long as it solved the issue. I couldn't resist his persistent pleading, and finally told him that the fundamental solution was to transfer his own essence to her and satisfy her. He didn't immediately ask me how, because after a year together, he completely trusted me. Even so, I still told him that I could explain the method, and if he didn't believe me, he could pretend I hadn't said anything; if he couldn't accept it, he could pretend I hadn't said anything either. He repeatedly assured me it was no problem. Only then did I tell him that a man cannot transfer his essence to another man unless through a medium, and the best medium is a woman. Even if he worked himself to death, he couldn't possibly satisfy his girlfriend's needs. Therefore, he needed another man with sufficient stamina to "feed" her. After that man finished having sex with his girlfriend, he would continue, so his girlfriend, already satisfied, wouldn't need him anymore. Furthermore, her orgasm would release the essence she had absorbed from the other man, along with her own, into his body through his penis. After several repetitions, this would fundamentally strengthen his foundation, and his girlfriend would truly be satisfied. After a period of time, once his own essence was sufficient and truly his own, he wouldn't need anyone else's help. He was completely dumbfounded after hearing this. To make it more convincing, I rambled on, explaining that Tantric Buddhism is actually passed down through generations in this way. Each Vidyaraja (wisp of light) would have his disciple become his consort, and the consort would then choose the next Vidyaraja from among her disciples. This has been the case for hundreds and thousands of years. This includes Buddhist practices like the Blissful Buddha and Taoist dual cultivation; their existence is justified. We didn't talk about this for two weeks. Then one day, he told me he'd thought it over and wanted to resolve the issue from the root. He was still trying to find a job back home (a government position), and he needed to stay in Wuxi for at least another year. He was also certain he loved his girlfriend and didn't want to break up. He and his girlfriend had agreed to date for another year. If she got a good job after that, she could go back to his hometown with him, and they would continue dating; otherwise, they would break up. Actually, he secretly told me he wouldn't take her back because his family disapproved, saying they weren't a good match. Men are all greedy, aren't they? I comforted him, saying it was okay, just consider her ex-boyfriend coming back and sleeping with her twice. Anyway, they definitely wouldn't get married; he was sleeping with other men's wives now. Humans are strange creatures; once they find a reason, they can convince themselves. Because we talked about everything, he knew from our casual conversations that my sex life always lasted over an hour. Although I'm 30, I maintain a regular running and fitness routine, and my stamina is better than most people's. He asked me to help him satisfy his girlfriend, and now I've achieved my first step: my apprentice is willing to let me have sex with his girlfriend. Getting someone to go from having no interest to willingly giving up their girlfriend is a huge brainwashing project, taking almost a year in total, but the sense of accomplishment is considerable. Although he agreed, his girlfriend definitely won't, and they haven't had much contact with each other, so I'm still far from my ultimate goal. I've only taken the first step in a year. But as the saying goes, attacking from the outside is difficult, but attacking from the inside is easy. Since my apprentice agreed to let me have sex with his girlfriend, we started planning how to implement it. First, I met his girlfriend a few times and we ate together. I had him seduce her during sex, saying things like he wanted so-and-so to have sex with her. At first, they said classmates, friends, his girlfriend's colleagues, then it was always me, until finally he only said he wanted me to have sex with her, and I gradually seduced her until she said she wanted her master to have sex with her. Meanwhile, he was also instructed to use some props to enhance the experience when having sex with his girlfriend, starting with a blindfold, then progressing to a vibrator, and finally to bondage ropes. The moment his girlfriend got used to being bound to the bed and blindfolded during sex was the moment our plan would succeed. Two months later, he told me it should be ready, so that day, I went to his house early after get off work, took a shower, hid in a small room, locked myself in, and silenced my phone. I played games while waiting for them to return, but because I was distracted, I kept losing. Around 6:30, I heard the door open (we get off work at 5:30, and I went straight to his house after work). And then...The sounds of them changing shoes, talking, and playfully joking around—when you're highly stressed, your hearing becomes incredibly sharp. Like a voyeur, I peered through the door, listening to their every move. After a while, I heard the sound of running water from the shower. Their bathroom was right next to the small room where I was hiding. The small room wasn't furnished, and the door was usually closed. I could hear everything clearly from the bathroom. After they finished showering, they went to the room, and then a while later, I heard faint moans. Because no one usually came to their house, they were both naked. The bedroom door wasn't closed for better ventilation. I couldn't resist and secretly opened the small room door a crack. The small room door faced diagonally towards the master bedroom. Through the crack, I saw my apprentice lying on his back on the bed while his girlfriend was kneeling between his legs, diligently licking his penis. I quietly watched them from the small room, waiting for my apprentice to give me the signal. After a while, my apprentice had his girlfriend put on a blindfold and tied her to the bed in a spread-eagle position with a red rope. He also put a pillow under her buttocks for easier penetration. After doing this, he checked the blindfold again to make sure it wouldn't fall off, then kissed her while sending me a WeChat message asking me to come over. I had already showered before hiding in the small room, and to save time, I hadn't put on any clothes after showering. When I appeared naked in front of him, he was nervous and at a loss for words. He was terrified that his girlfriend would find out and things would get out of control. I gave him a reassuring look and slowly climbed on top of his girlfriend. When I touched her body, I felt her skin was very smooth. Because we had already had a lot of foreplay, she was very sensitive, and her vagina was already soaking wet. After I lay on top of her, I was too nervous to breathe loudly, and the room fell into an eerie silence. A woman's sixth sense is really sharp. She asked why we weren't talking. My apprentice and I were both startled. To ease the tense atmosphere and to cover up the sounds of two people in the room, my apprentice quickly turned on the music on his phone and turned it up very loud. At the same time, I told her I was choosing a song, successfully averting a crisis. I signaled to my apprentice to talk to her as usual, so as not to be discovered. My apprentice stood behind me and started flirting with my girlfriend, but due to nervousness, he said the wrong thing several times. Fortunately, the girl was already aroused by my constant teasing of her genitals and didn't notice anything. I kept sliding my penis at the entrance of her vagina without actually going in, and then listened to her moans while chatting absentmindedly with her. When she started begging him to go in quickly, I suddenly snapped to attention because I heard my apprentice ask his girlfriend if she really wanted a big cock, and she obediently said yes. My apprentice then asked if she would go with anyone, and she almost screamed yes. When asked who she wanted to fuck her the most, she said without hesitation that she wanted her master to fuck her. I guess they usually played like this, so the conversation was very smooth. But this was the first time I had heard such words in person, so I thrust my hips forward and went all the way in. She screamed from the sudden impact. Actually, mine is indeed thicker than my apprentice's, visibly so. It took her a while to recover, and she remarked that it was thicker and harder than usual today. My apprentice quickly made a few excuses, and then it was just non-stop pounding. I won't go into the details, but the only downside was that I was afraid she'd remove the blindfold herself, so I didn't dare loosen the ropes binding her, and we didn't change positions the whole time. An hour later, she started urging me to hurry up and ejaculate, not because her body couldn't take it, but because her hands and arms were sore from being bound by the ropes for so long. She reached orgasm several times during the process. To avoid injuring her, I thrust a couple more times and then reluctantly pulled out, signaling my apprentice, who had been masturbating the whole time, to come and take over. I quickly and quietly went to the small room to get dressed. Seeing me about to leave, my apprentice quickly told his girlfriend he was thirsty and was going to get some water. His girlfriend kept urging him to untie her, saying her hands hurt. He kept saying he'd untie her and change positions after he finished drinking water, and then ran out to open the door for me, being extremely quiet the whole time. My heart was still pounding wildly when I got to the car in the basement. The next day, my apprentice told me that his girlfriend had another orgasm and her legs were weak when she went downstairs for dinner. Later, I started adding something to his tea again, and he naturally felt like he had regained his energy, mistakenly believing that I had helped him.

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