The Married Woman's Case Files: Stalking

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Hong Kong is a strange place. Despite the gender imbalance and the large number of women, true physical satisfaction is rare in this tiny island nation. Some men are socially awkward, wasting their youth and energy on video games and pornography. Women, full of desire and longing, hide behind pride and morality, content to be passive. Young people are
mostly carefree, fantasizing about what they will achieve in the future. But as they age, their needs turn into desires, desires into repression, and this repression, hidden, waits for its explosion.
I live in the old district of Kwun Tong. It has changed a lot in recent years. Previously, it was just old-style factory buildings, and the office workers were mostly unambitious and forgotten. But with commercial development, many large multinational corporations have moved in, and large trendy shopping malls have been built. Now, it's easy to find young and beautiful female office workers here, their beautiful and alluring legs on full display, arousing the lust of every man.
This incident happened a year ago.
First, let me introduce myself. My name is Wai Yip, I'm twenty-four years old, and I live and work in Kwun Tong. My job is installing broadband networks for PCCW. I live alone in a tiny 300-square-foot unit in Tsui Ping Estate. My mother passed away long ago, and my father used to live with me, but he returned to China in recent years. I heard he even married a young woman from the north, and his life is quite happy.
Speaking of which, Wednesday is my holiday. Last night, I was online until 3 a.m. before I finally fell asleep, and when I woke up it was already past 1 a.m.! That's even better, it saved me a meal! I have nothing of value; my last girlfriend was back in high school. But that doesn't bother me. When I need something, I just go online, and all sorts of beautiful women are at my beck and call.
After having fast food at a large shopping mall, I went to the backstreet, lit a cigarette, and saw quite a few beautiful legs walking around, some old and some young. Those dressed conservatively in black stockings were mysterious and alluring, while those in revealing short skirts openly exposed their fleshy legs, yet they were within reach, arousing my fantasies.
I was strolling, smoking, when I saw a pair of legs clad in flesh-colored stockings and white traditional high heels. I followed her, admiring her step by step, using my eyes and imagination to undress the woman in front of me—this was my special ability, something others would envy. I'm used to following beautiful women, enjoying a moment of fantasy, and let me tell you, this moment is the most wonderful.
Just looking at her from behind—long hair, hourglass figure, slender waist, beautiful legs, high heels—in my imagination, she must be both beautiful and sexy, right?! As long as you're content to stay here, she is the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world. But if you're greedy and want to see her face up close, you'll inevitably return disappointed every time, and worse, you might even vomit up what you just ate!
The person in front of me wasn't tall, about five feet three inches, with long, straight hair, wearing a narrow beige cotton blazer and a brown knee-high linen skirt. This length is my favorite; it's not too short, so it doesn't feel vulgar, but it still shows off her entire calf and a little bit of her thigh, allowing me to imagine that she has curves in all the right places—that's what makes her beautiful!
From behind, especially with those old-fashioned flesh-colored stockings, I can tell at a glance she's a traditional woman, probably not young, but not over forty. Someone wearing that could easily wear trousers, but choosing a short skirt means she still considers herself beautiful.
Her gait isn't affected, so it's not the glamorous kind. The large swaying of her hips suggests she still has desire, subconsciously trying to attract men. Seeing that her buttocks are round but not firm indicates she hasn't had sex in a long time, but isn't a virgin; she's most likely a neglected married woman.
I immediately used my superpower, mentally removing her skirt to reveal flesh-colored stockings, pulled up to the top with thick laces at the heel. Underneath were white cotton panties, the slightly yellowish stains on her genitals from accumulated menstrual blood that couldn't be washed away.
Under her jacket was a frayed white vest; she was traditional and wouldn't take it off in the office, and her undershirt couldn't be too thick or she'd get too hot. Since no one would see it, the vest was essentially an undershirt, which is why she hadn't replaced it in years. Thinking
this, I was certain the woman before me was an extremely ordinary-looking woman, unremarkable. With my expectations set, I decided to defy my usual ways and approach her for confirmation. I quickened my pace, but the backstreet was still quite crowded, and passersby blocked my view, so I sped up even more, finally seeing her from the side.
She noticed my quickening and looked over.
To my utter surprise, the woman's skin was smooth and delicate, without a single blemish or pimple. Her sharp, almond-shaped eyes were partially obscured by flat, black-rimmed glasses, and her delicate, dark eyebrows accentuated the exquisite detail of her features. Her nose was sharp and high, even the nostrils perfectly sculpted. Combined with her delicate red lips and snow-white skin, this woman's features weren't those of a typical beauty, but she possessed an exquisite face.
A feeling of delight made me want to look at her several times, but she noticed, so I slowed my pace and followed her from behind. Her beauty replayed in my mind; it was a natural beauty, like the girl next door you know—pure and ethereal even without adornment. I couldn't find this kind of woman online, so I'd never even fantasized about having lustful desires with such a beauty.
I continued to follow her, this time looking at her back. Every part of her was made even more alluring by her beauty. You know, if I could look at her naked face, I'd be truly blessed!
Thinking about it, how could her features, though not conventionally beautiful, combine to create such a noble and ethereal beauty? I kept idealizing her, thinking to myself, how could such a beautiful person dress so old-fashionedly and work in this place?! Was she not beautiful when she was young, and her femininity only emerged as she matured?! Her husband really doesn't know his own treasure; how can he neglect such a perfect beauty and not properly satisfy her needs as a woman?!
Judging from her clothes and the slight wrinkles on her neck, she should be almost forty years old, right? At that age, although she couldn't have given birth to me, she's still much older than me! I wonder what it would be like if we were to get together?!
In the blink of an eye, she turned and entered the Hongtu Industrial Building. I checked my watch and realized it was already two o'clock, so she must be at work. The building was full of delivery workers and older office workers, all dressed in a very old-fashioned way. I thought to myself, how could such a pearl be hidden in this backward environment?
Although the woman wasn't dressed provocatively, several male passengers in the freight elevator couldn't help but stare at her. One elderly man in a suit even greeted her, saying,
"Mrs. Han, have you had lunch yet?"
She was indeed married. Mrs. Han replied in a slightly high-pitched voice, "Yes, Mr. Huang, how about you?" Mr. Huang said, "We've all eaten. Mrs. Han looks beautiful today. When are you free to have lunch together?" Mrs. Han said, "Thank you, Mr. Huang. How about another day?" Mr. Huang was over seventy years old. Although he was eloquent, I suspected he was probably impotent. His lecherous eyes were truly repulsive, but judging from the over 300,000 yuan watch he wore, he must be quite wealthy. This neighbor, Mrs. Han, should be treated with respect.
Mr. Huang asked with concern, "Mrs. Han, has your husband been discharged from the hospital yet?!" Hearing this question, Mrs. Han, seeing that everyone in the elevator was a stranger, shook her head and briefly replied, "No." Just as Mr. Huang wanted to ask more, the elevator reached the fifth floor. Mrs. Han was about to leave, saying, "Goodbye!" Mr. Huang was reluctant to leave, but there was nothing he could do. I immediately followed her out.
The floors in the old factory building were very dirty, with water stains and grease on the floor. I noticed she walked carefully in her white high heels, as if afraid of getting them dirty.
I didn't dare follow too closely, since it was just the two of us exiting the elevator. I followed her around a corner to the end of a dark corridor. She glanced back at me, because this was the only place she worked. Seeing her slightly nervous expression, she asked,
"Which company are you looking for?!"
Finally, I could talk to her face-to-face. I was both happy and nervous, but unsure how to answer, I blurted out, "Room 604, is this room 604?!" She frowned and said, "...This is the 5th floor, and room 04 isn't this way...Go down the stairs one floor ahead and walk diagonally across..." I looked at the company's sign, which read "Jie Rong Trading Company," a small unit, and immediately smiled and said, "Oh...sorry...wrong place..." She looked at me with a questioning gaze, cold and firm. I didn't dare to be presumptuous and immediately turned and left.
Taking the elevator back to the ground floor, my heart was still pounding. It was both exciting and thrilling! I should have left, but thinking about what the old man had said and that tiny office, I figured she was probably alone most of the time, otherwise, how could that old man dare to date a married woman in public?
With that in mind, I went home first, changed my clothes, put on a baseball cap, grabbed a book, and went back to the tea restaurant across from the factory building to wait. I read to pass the time and ordered some drinks. Soon the sun set, and it was almost six o'clock. Suddenly, the streets of Kwun Tong were filled with men and women leaving work. I put down my book and kept a close eye on the factory exit, afraid she might escape.
Time ticked by, and I started to feel sleepy. The television behind me started to hum; the news and weather report had finished—it was seven o'clock. The streets were much less crowded; only a few porters and auto mechanics remained on this side street. Suddenly, those white high heels appeared again, followed by her healthy, sexy legs. I immediately paid, got up, grabbed my backpack, pulled down my baseball cap, and followed her again.
When we reached the main street, she was queuing at the minibus stop, and I followed her, leaving one person behind. This was the first time I'd ever followed someone like this. I felt a little perverted, but also excited. I didn't really know what I planned to do, so I told myself that knowing where she lived was enough; it was all just for fun.
On the minibus, I sat in the last row and saw her back. We were already quite familiar with each other, but somehow, I felt every part of her was perfect. How did I become infatuated?!
There was some traffic on the way, but I actually enjoyed being so close to her. If only we could sit even closer.
After half an hour, we arrived at Mei Ho New Estate Phase 2 and got off. I followed her, but as time went on, I didn't dare get too close so she wouldn't notice, so I just stayed half a block back, watching from a distance. She went to the preserved meat shop in front of seat 27 and ordered a bento box for takeout. The owner said,
"Mrs. Han, it's ready. Same as usual, char siu and chicken rice without sauce, right?" Mrs. Han smiled and paid, saying, "Thank you so much, boss!" The owner said, "Don't mention it... Are you going to the hospital again tonight?" Mrs. Han: "No need... The doctor said I won't wake up so quickly after the surgery, maybe I'll go tomorrow morning!" The owner said, "Thank you so much~" Mrs. Han just smiled and didn't reply. After picking up the food, she went to the shop and entered through the metal gate using the password. There were security guards there, so I couldn't follow her in. I pretended to eat and entered the roast meat shop.
I thought my trip was over here, so I just ordered something casually, but I overheard the owner and a female employee talking. The female employee said:
"Is her husband still in the hospital?!"
the shop owner said. "No way... I heard it's terminal, he probably won't come out... It's so hard for someone so young and beautiful to be a widow..." The female employee said, "I think it's a relief, isn't it? She's been a widow for over five years, all alone every night, her husband going in and out of the hospital more than ten times, she's really suffering!" The shop owner said, "Lian Gu, how do you know how hard it is to be a widow? Do you have a lot of physical satisfaction?!" Lian Gu: "Tch!!! Boss, you're talking nonsense again, I'll go talk to your wife, okay?!" The shop owner said, "Oh dear!! I'm scared of you... I misspoke, go ahead!! Hurry up and give it to the customer!!" My food arrived, and as I ate, I thought about it. So this woman's background was like this. That company might have belonged to her husband before, and now she has to manage it all by herself. A feeling of pity arose in my heart.
On the way home, I conceived a plan.
For the next few days, I had to go to work. Although our department was in Kwun Tong, I was assigned to different offices to install broadband. Fortunately, I was only responsible for the company account. There was also a lot of work in Kowloon East, so I usually just traveled between Kwun Tong and Kowloon Bay. Most of the company's employees wouldn't stay after 6 PM to wait for me to install, so I usually finished the last bit of work by 6:30 PM each day. This week, every day after work, I would rush to Hung To Road to wait for Mrs. Han to get off work. After accompanying her on the minibus home, I would watch her cook and buy a lunchbox before going home.
Wednesday was my day off. That day, I unusually wore my company uniform. Around 10 AM, I arrived at the back staircase of her office, first unplugging the broadband cable outside, smoking a cigarette, and then ringing the doorbell. After a while, she finally opened the door. The temperature had warmed up a bit. She was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, slightly revealing a vest underneath, and the same brown linen high-waisted skirt I had seen before. I noticed she really liked wearing old-fashioned flesh-colored stockings, and she was wearing them today too, but with open-toed high-heeled sandals.
She pressed the unlock button and opened the glass door, and I said, "Hello, is this Jie Rong?!" "Yes," she said. Finally, I could talk to her again, how nice!
"I'm from PCCW. We're doing maintenance here today, just checking if your broadband has been affected, right?!" She said in surprise, "It was fine this morning, but suddenly the signal went out!!" Her high-pitched voice matched her youthful face perfectly; perhaps this was her talent for maintaining her youth!
"Really?! It shouldn't affect our existing customers… Maybe the engineers downstairs made a mistake. It's alright, I'll be back later." With that, I headed towards the back stairs.
She went back after I left. I ran downstairs, ate breakfast, and then slowly returned to the fifth floor, plugged the cable back in, and rang her doorbell again.
This time she opened the door quickly and said, "Yes, sir, it's all set, thank you!" I replied, "You're welcome, but I measured your speed, and it's much slower than usual. Is this a common occurrence?" Actually, everyone would assume this, since broadband speeds are often unstable, so everyone has likely experienced slow speeds. She said, "Yes, we've experienced very slow speeds before, definitely not 3Mbps!" I said, "That must be a router setting issue. Can I come in and take a look?" Seeing my uniform, she immediately said, "Sure, of course!" I went inside and found a small 500-square-foot unit divided into three rooms: a small bathroom, a boss's room, and a large hall filled with cardboard boxes and miscellaneous items. There were two desks there, seemingly unused.
She led me to the boss's room where the router was located. There was a large desk, a bookcase, and a small sofa, all quite messy. There were some women's clothes on the sofa, presumably hers. She was the only one in the entire office; it seemed this was her usual workspace.
I pretended to be fiddling with the router while lying on the floor, secretly glancing at her toes under her stockings—so white and long, truly alluring. Then I sat in her chair and made some settings on the computer. I saw her account and email address, learning her name was Ziyun, originally surnamed Lin.
I took out a USB cable, plugged it into the computer, installed a custom program, and then ran to the back stairs to move the broadband cable to the fiber optic cable side.
I was busy, and she didn't want to bother me, so she sat down at one of the tables outside to work. As I passed by, I saw her sitting in the chair with her legs crossed, her toes lightly tapping her high heels, and I couldn't help but swallow hard.
Actually, I had finished my work, but since I rarely had the chance to be in the same room with her, I took the opportunity to rummage through her computer. First, of course, I looked at the websites she frequented. Many were related to her toy trading business, some were online clothing shopping, but in the end, I found some online dating platforms and some pornographic video websites.
She hadn't expected anyone to mess with her computer, so of course she wasn't on guard. Actually, as a mature woman, seeing these things was perfectly normal, but the thought that the woman she had been thinking about day and night also had such desires made her heart itch.
I checked her chat history on her dating platform, some of which were quite explicit:
"I really need a dick...come on, fill my pussy..." "
Down there?! It's already so wet...want to lick it?!"
"I'm so lonely at work, want to play with me?!" The replies were like a dog going crazy, demanding to see her photos. I followed the file and found some erotic photos with her face obscured, mostly showing her breasts. She deliberately covered them, making them look really big, but even without enhancements, I'd say a 34C! Most only showed her nipples, but a few were photos of her underwear between her thighs, and some with less pubic hair. Finally, there were a few photos where her face was accidentally obscured, but it seems she didn't upload those.
I found a treasure, so I immediately downloaded them to my USB drive, saved them, and will enjoy them at home.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly rushed in. I immediately closed the window, stood up, and said to her, "Yes, miss, it's all set. Please try it out." She stepped in front of me, exuding a feminine scent, and I inhaled deeply, feeling a surge of joy. She sat down, focusing intently on the monitor. From this angle, I could see her tank top and deep cleavage beneath her shirt. I wondered if I was dreaming, how could I be so lucky!
I showed her some speed test websites. She tried them and found that her upload and download speeds were close to 100Mbps. She was very excited, and even browsing the web was several times faster. I thought she must be thinking that she wouldn't have to wait when watching porn anymore!
But she asked, "I don't understand! I only asked for 3Mbps broadband, how did it become 100Mbps?!" I was still looking at her cleavage, feeling a certain arousal. Startled by her sudden question, I said, "Oh, miss... this is a personal gift to you. I won't report it... enjoy this speed until I come back for the next upgrade~" I said, scratching my head and grinning foolishly.
Then she looked at me with an expression I'd never seen before—a smile. Her eyes, though not large to begin with, were long and alluring, and now they curved into crescents when she smiled, like a manga girl, so cute! She said,
"Really?! That's so nice… but won't it cause you any trouble?!" Seeing her like this, I readily agreed, saying, "It's alright, I installed some software on your computer, so it won't be able to detect it… don't worry… it's a gift for you!" She thought for a moment, then seemed puzzled, saying, "This… not every customer gets it, right?!" "Of course not, you're the only free fiber optic user in the entire building!!" I said.
"But… we're complete strangers… how…" Seeing my gaze and the angle at which I was standing, she instinctively and subtly adjusted her shirt, as if not wanting me to notice.
My face flushed, and I said nervously, "Actually...actually...it's because...you're the most beautiful customer I've ever met since I started working in this area...so that's why...hehe...anyway, it's a company resource...it's not something I bought myself..." She didn't expect me to say that, and immediately adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, looking embarrassed, and said, "Huh?! This...really? Thank you for saying that...hehe~" They say girls fall in love with their ears, and every woman, regardless of age, likes to be complimented on her beauty. But this situation was really awkward, and I didn't know how to continue. Suddenly, I fell silent, and she said,
"Well, whatever...thank you anyway...young man, what's your name?!" I took out my business card and said, "My name is Lin Weiye, this is my mobile number. I see you work alone, right? If you have any computer or network problems, you can call me directly...anytime is fine." I heard myself say that "anytime is fine" sounded a bit suggestive, but I didn't know how to explain it further to avoid making things worse.
"Hmm! What a coincidence, my surname is also Lin, and your husband's surname is Han. Everyone calls me Mrs. Han. We're from the same clan, so she must be your sister!" I knew my "sister's" private life all too well. She didn't have many friends, and every day she either went to work or went home, and the same
went for weekends. The rest of the time she spent visiting her dying husband in the hospital. She was actually quite lonely, no wonder she was willing to befriend a stranger like me. At this point, my original perverted spying relationship was exposed, and I didn't dare to do anything reckless. I completely forgot about the plan I had made to lure her in, and had no choice but to obediently leave.
But at this moment, the computer suddenly made a sound. A message had arrived. We both looked at the screen. It was a text message from that adult dating website, which popped up, along with the folder containing the pictures from earlier.
The message read, "Stop teasing me, you little slut... Tell me your address, and let your brother come and comfort you!!" I was startled because I had only closed the software window earlier, but hadn't completely logged out, so the message was still being sent and received automatically. I looked at Sister Ziyun; she was both embarrassed and surprised, because she knew she hadn't logged in that morning—it was obvious I had been spying on her.
She turned around, annoyed, and we locked eyes, but she didn't know how to scold me, after all, it was her shameful secret. Her face was red, and her eyes were glistening with tears, but then she shifted her gaze to my genitals. I didn't understand either; following her gaze, I realized I had been slightly erect. Was it because of her photos and cleavage, or because I was finally able to be in a room with the person I'd been longing for? I had no idea.
She seemed even angrier after seeing this, so I quickly packed my bag and left without a word. She didn't say a word either, following me and closing the door behind her.
I went home disappointed and frustrated, completely forgetting everything I saw and bumped into along the way; everything was blurry. All I could think about was her words and her eyes. At home, I hid in bed, and before I knew it, it was afternoon. I hadn't eaten lunch but had no appetite, so I just browsed the internet aimlessly.
Suddenly remembering that harmful adult dating platform, I registered and logged in. I remembered her username, so I looked for it and found she was still online. Terrified, I didn't dare do anything, but seeing her online made me feel like I was nearby. I inserted my USB drive and looked at the photos. Her breasts were white and smooth, and her thighs and pubic hair were so plump. I couldn't resist masturbating.
Halfway through, lust overwhelmed my reason, so I stopped and sent her a message:
"Mrs. Han...it's me. Mr. Lin from this morning...are you there?!" No response.
"I'm so sorry, I was just curious...I'm really sorry..." Again, no response.
"It's okay, let me tell you the truth...actually, this isn't the first time I've met you. To be honest, I met you on the street last Wednesday. I was attracted by your beauty and followed you for a while...I only learned you had a husband and that he was seriously ill after hearing what that old lecher said to you in the elevator...Later, when I came to your office, you even gave me directions to room 604, right? Remember?" "
I was planning to leave, but for some reason, I kept thinking about you. It's like a strange magic, something I've never experienced before... So I waited downstairs at your office until you left. I even followed you onto the minibus to your house. Of course, I wouldn't follow you again; it's just me indulging my own fantasies, I can't involve anyone else.
But when I heard the owner of the roast meat shop talk about your background and learned that you've been alone for many years, I wanted to get to know you even more. For the next few days, I followed you after work, knowing your life was dull and monotonous, so I wanted to do something... That's why I created the opportunity to get you broadband internet and upgraded it for free. As for snooping on your privacy, it was really wrong of me, but when I think about how such an attractive beauty like you has to be alone, of course I couldn't resist seeing those things about you..." The long message went unanswered. Was she not at her computer?
Lost in thought, I went downstairs without realizing it. By the time I reached the factory gate, it was already 7 PM. Usually, she would have left by then. Perhaps it was because I knew she wasn't there that I dared to go up and see what was going on. If she
wasn't there, I would have given up. But when I arrived, the light was still on inside. I nervously walked back and forth in front of the door several times before finally mustering the courage to ring the doorbell. A long time passed before she came out, but she didn't open the door. Through the glass door, she said:
"What are you doing here?! You pervert!! You'd better leave now, or I'll call the police!" I felt sad, but I still had to ask the question I came here for: "It's okay, you don't have to open the door... but did you see my message?!" She replied, "So what if I saw it?! Am I supposed to be touched?!" I thought that made sense, so I said, "No... I... I just like you... I'm sorry, don't be afraid, I won't bother you anymore once I leave." I was going to let it go, but a wicked thought popped into my head, so I said, "But... can I make copies of your photos... and put them in the lobby for people to look at?!" Although there was no response from inside, I knew she heard me.
I said again, "No, no, no, that Mr. Huang must really want to see these, right?! I'll sell them to him first, but I hope he doesn't have a heart attack?!" With a 'click,' the door unlocked, I turned around, opened the door, went in, and then locked the door with the horizontal lock. Inside, I saw her leaning against the desk in the living room, her face full of worry. She said,
"What...what do you want?!"
I hadn't really thought about what I wanted, so I said, "I don't know...I think...I just want to get closer to you? I don't need much." She didn't understand and said, "Get closer?! What do you mean by getting closer? Don't do anything rash. I'd rather you post those photos of me randomly!" Although she said that, if she wasn't worried, why would she have let me in?
I sincerely said, "I won't do anything rash. I just want to sit down with you on the sofa." "Really?! If I do that, will you agree to destroy those photos?!" As she spoke, she led me into her room. I sat down first, and then she sat on the far side of the sofa.
"I want to...hold you...is that okay?!" I said.
"What is this...you might as well just say what you want..." Although she said that, she knew she had nothing to negotiate, so she obediently sat down next to me, and I put my hand on her shoulder. Perhaps it was because we hadn't been intimate for a long time, but the position felt a bit strange.
She smelled wonderful, not from perfume, but from her own body, combined with a slight sweat after a day. I couldn't help but put my nose to her neck and sniff, saying, "Mmm...you smell so good!!!" She seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Don't talk nonsense...how could I smell so good..." My gaze drifted to the hem of her skirt and her thighs; the flesh-colored stockings were very attractive, so I said, "Can I touch them?!" She adjusted her glasses and said, "Can I refuse?!" So I reached out and placed my hand on the fleshy leg that I had fantasized about a hundred times. I stroked it gently, slowly enjoying the pleasure of each touch with my fingers, moving from the outside of her thigh to the inside, but not daring to move too far upwards. After a few times, she knew I wouldn't cross the line, so she relaxed and let me enjoy her thighs.
Although she didn't say anything, I could tell from her eyes that she hadn't been touched by anyone for a long time either, and that she felt a little fondness for me being so close.
She was wary that I might touch her private parts, so she crossed her legs, her thighs tightly encased in stockings, looking even more sexy. I felt an arousal. Sitting on the sofa, her short skirt was inevitably pulled up a bit, revealing most of her fleshy legs. I couldn't help but stare. Seeing my expression, she shyly turned her head away.
I moved closer, gazing at her delicate face, and then my hand moved to her thighs, which were crossed over her legs. I slowly savored those beautiful flesh, the legs of a mature woman. Because they hadn't been used much, the muscles were beginning to relax slightly, feeling soft and supple. My penis was already erect, pressing against my pants.
The thought that this beautiful woman, whom I had only met by chance on the street, was now alone with me in a room, at my beck and call, filled me with a surge of emotion. My heart was pounding loudly, and I knew she could hear it too.
I pulled her legs closer to me, making her lean against me. She saw my erection and immediately turned her face away, but her body remained relaxed against me.
She whispered, "You...didn't you say it was just to be close to me...? Does it count as being close now?" I ignored her words and pressed my face against her neck, where I could smell her faint body odor, a delicate fragrance. I kissed her there, and she flinched. I knew she was nervous, so I said, "Don't worry...I'll stop after this kiss...okay?" Hearing this, she relaxed and let me kiss her. I became even bolder, sitting up and taking her hand from her thigh, placing it on her neck, and passionately kissing it. I breathed hot air onto her neck and behind her ears, licking her neck with my tongue. After a few strokes, she curled up, her thighs tightly pressed together, clearly feeling ticklish.
I then abandoned that spot and moved to her earlobe. I teased it a few times with the tip of my tongue, then took the entire earlobe into my mouth. This seemed to be her sensitive spot; she naturally let out an "Ahhh," but immediately masked her pleasure. But I pressed my advantage, continuing the wet kisses, and suddenly shoved my tongue into her ear canal. The warm, wet sensation sent a shiver down her spine, but surprisingly, she didn't turn her head away. Instead, she gently pulled me towards her, wanting me to continue giving her pleasure.
This spot was peculiar because it provided pleasure without being a sexually explicit area, so she let me continue without any suspicion. After a while, she gradually softened from the pleasure, closing her eyes and slightly opening her mouth. Seeing this, I reached for her breasts and gently stroked them a few times through her white shirt. Seeing that she didn't resist, I began to caress them.
Mrs. Han's breasts were a C-cup, large and soft, making them particularly sensitive. I knew that women with large breasts usually enjoyed having that area played with, so I massaged them rhythmically, gradually increasing the pressure. At this moment, her face began to flush, and her thighs no longer crossed, but lay flat on the ground. Seeing her reaction, I was overjoyed, and my lower body swelled up, pressing high against my crotch.
During this time, she kept her eyes closed, her hands resting lightly at her sides, afraid to move. At this moment, I took her right hand and placed it on my erect crotch, hoping she would give me some pleasure.
But unexpectedly, the shape of my penis startled her awake. She clearly knew what it was, so she opened her eyes and found herself actually agreeing with me stroking her breasts, crying out, "No!! You can't!" Although she said that, her head was still against mine, and she didn't push away my hand on her breasts. I stuck my tongue back and whispered in her ear in a magnetic voice, "Ziyun...don't you need it too...there's only you and me here...one man and one woman...to satisfy each other...isn't that more...comfortable than you writing those dirty things?" When I said the word "comfortable," I breathed into her ear, and she trembled as if she had been electrocuted, letting out a soft "oh," and I saw her legs clench slightly, her face turning red.
Seeing her slow reaction, I realized she was starting to hesitate. I took a USB flash drive from my pocket and handed it to her, saying, "...Here, I'm returning this to you...Whether you want to continue or not is your choice...I'm not forcing you..." She held it in her hand, thinking for a while, wondering if she was truly letting me play with her for the photos or if there was another reason. Then she looked at me with those alluring eyes through her refined black-rimmed glasses. Seeing that she didn't react, I reached between her legs. She slightly opened her thighs, and I put my hand inside her, discovering that her panties were already wet.
She gripped the USB fingers tightly, her hand hovering in the air, her eyes closed again. I gently rubbed my fingers against the surface of her panties, first with straight strokes, then lightly pressing on her clitoris. Her brows furrowed, and she let out a soft moan: "Mmm... mmm..." I kissed her ear again, and this time her neck pressed more against mine, as if she were enjoying it. I whispered again, "Ziyun... don't worry... I promise you... let's do it properly this time... I won't bother you anymore... okay?!" Her thighs opened wider, and even through her stockings and panties, my fingers were already soaked. She knew that words couldn't express the honesty of her body, and she opened her eyes to look at me, indicating that she would do whatever I wanted.
But I didn't want her to pretend she was being forced. As my fingers began to move, she felt an increased pleasure below. She hadn't experienced having her genitals serviced in years, and while she felt satisfied, her moral conscience prevented her from speaking. I asked, "Is it good?! Is it good?!?" She still didn't answer, but stared at me with wide eyes and nodded slightly. I persisted, shouting, "I can't hear you... will you do it properly with me?! Is it good?!!" My movements quickened, and she felt waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She couldn't help but answer, "Ah... okay... okay!!!" After saying that, her bottom line was crossed. Her hand loosened, and the USB fingers fell to the ground. She ignored it, pressing my hand down, guiding me on how to make her feel better. It seemed she was very familiar with masturbation techniques, and she became aroused in no time.
I stared wide-eyed at this dignified beauty who had transformed into the wanton woman in those photos, inwardly shouting, "Women are wonderful!! A lady's wantonness is the most attractive!!!!" Seeing her gradually losing her senses due to physical desire, I suddenly pulled away and crawled to the ground. She hadn't expected this; when I released her, her eyes showed a hint of disappointment. I knew that at this moment, she was determined and there was no turning back.
I crawled between her thighs, letting her fleshy legs rest on my shoulders. I placed my head in front of her panties covered by stockings, pressing my nose against her warm, moist organ, indulging in the sniff. Ah~ so the smell there is quite strong!
"Ah!!! The smell… is so strong!!!!"
She clamped her legs together, covering her face with her hands, and said shyly, "No… don't smell it… it stinks there!!" I not only enjoyed the mature woman's scent but also stuck out my tongue to lick the stockings, tasting the juices. I knew this was the "beauty fluid" I had long fantasized about; my lower body was already swollen and a little painful.
"How could that be???!!! I wish I could drink all this jade dew... You have no idea how hot you are right now!!!" She didn't know how to respond to this erotic compliment, she just kept laughing lewdly. I had never seen such a sexy and awkward smile before, so I added more pressure and said, "Ziyun... thank you!!! Thank you for letting me eat you... I'm so happy... I would be willing to give up a few years of my life just to have the chance to smell this..." I said sincerely, and licked and rubbed her mouth vigorously. She enjoyed it all, and felt sweet in her heart. She raised her head back, crossed her thighs and clamped my head between them, and grabbed my head with both hands, guiding me to serve her.
But the real breaking of the bottom line occurred at this moment. She suddenly raised her waist, put her hands under her skirt, pulled down her panties and stockings to her thighs, and then stretched her beautiful legs high, pulled her legs up with her hands, and exposed her entire beautiful vulva in front of me. This action startled me as well. I looked at her and saw that her smile had vanished, replaced by a serious expression, but with a hint of lewdness, as if she were taking the initiative and signaling for me to eat her directly.
I gladly obeyed. I noticed that the skin around her vulva was noticeably darker than the rest of her fair skin, confirming that she often "exercised" those two fleshy parts. At that moment, thick white fluid seeped from between her legs. I brought my mouth close and used my tongue to scoop up a large amount of white fluid, swallowing it. This action gave her far more mental pleasure than physical pleasure. I opened my mouth to let her see my own fluid on my tongue. I made a lewd expression, swallowed it, and then showed a satisfied look in my eyes. But actually, it tasted really good!
Seeing me enjoying her fluid so much, she felt a tingling sensation in her heart and moaned, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." More fluid accumulated inside her. I spread her thighs apart with my hands, pressed my entire body against hers, and began to eat and drink frantically. My movements became more vigorous, and I continued to eat, quickly consuming several large mouthfuls of her cum. She stared at me, her eyes glazed with excitement, her lips pursed in a show of affection.
I ate like this for a while, the small office filled with the sounds of wetness and our moans. It was already dark outside, and I saw her looking out the window, her reflection shimmering in the light—a woman with her legs spread wide, offering her genitals to a man, a mature woman's legs pointing skyward, utterly wanton. Seeing this filled her with extreme satisfaction.
At this moment, primal lust had completely overridden reason. The reasons that had brought us to this relationship and this wanton position were no longer important. How could a mature woman, parched for years, resist the natural needs of her body? Suddenly, she sat up straight, helping me to my feet, and with clumsy, impatient movements, tried to pull down my pants. Seeing her eyes blazing with desire, I easily pulled them down myself, along with my underwear. My penis, which had been pressing in for so long, sprang out like a spring, dangling in front of her.
I finally released my erect penis, feeling a surge of satisfaction. Looking down, I saw her mesmerized by what was before her, staring blankly, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and surprise, unsure of what to do.
I gently pressed her head, guiding her closer to this object of a woman's desire. Her natural reaction kicked in; she stuck out her tongue and began licking the glans. Her breathing was rapid, the hot breath and the sensation of her tongue giving me unparalleled pleasure. I couldn't help but cry out,
"Wow!!!! So good..."
This reaction affirmed her feelings. She gripped my penis tightly with her delicate hands and began to stroke it, her tongue curling and licking, occasionally tasting some of the filth as if it were a delicacy. I thought to myself that the satisfaction must be the same as when I ate her vaginal fluids earlier. The fact that my own filth could evoke such pleasure in someone else was an indescribable feeling.
She was getting used to it; the memories of serving men, learned years ago, had returned. She took the entire glans into her mouth, sucking up and down: "Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!" Interspersed with her moans of pleasure: "Ugh... Oh... Ahh
...
I didn't want her to suffer, so I took out my penis and started masturbating. Her glasses were already fogged up by the warm, moist air, which only added to her confusion. As I masturbated, I gently tapped her lips, and her eyes widened, revealing even greater desire.
Seeing me getting into it, she secretly slipped her hand down to her genitals and gently touched herself, making loud wet sounds. She felt even more ashamed and angry when she heard it.
We masturbated while looking at each other, but I still felt uneasy. I teased her, "Ziyun...do you usually masturbate like this??!?" She got excited and answered passionately, "Yes!! That's right...like this...but..." I finally heard her use a dirty word, saying, "But what...lover..." "Brother Weiye...sister...like this, but it's not enough..." Hearing her call me by my name for the first time made me very happy, especially since she referred to herself as "sister"!
I felt my lower body reaching its peak of excitement, so I let go and said, "Good sister... what would satisfy you..." She pouted, one hand constantly fiddling with her labia, while the other automatically took off her shirt, revealing her perfect, white upper body and bra, saying, "I... don't know either... Weiye... what do you think?!" Ziyun's voice was inherently soft, and her slightly high-pitched tone made her say erotic things quite charming. Hearing her ask in such a coquettish voice, I felt a surge of desire and couldn't resist these flirtatious tricks any longer. I immediately knelt before her and said,
"My method... is the most thorough... Ai-jie'er!!" As I spoke, I also took off her shirt and unhooked her bra.
Finally, those plump, soft breasts were placed before me for my enjoyment, but my mind was preoccupied with her other organ. While sucking on one breast and licking her already erect nipple, my other hand took off one of her high heels, pulled down her stockings and panties, and placed them on her other beautiful leg. We deliberately didn't take off the clothes on our other feet, knowing that it would make what followed even more exciting.
I sucked hard, and her desire intensified. She moaned sweetly, "Oh... Weiye... the way you suck... makes me even more aroused... I can't take it... I want... I want..." Hearing her pleading, I was already prepared. I said, "Then I'll come in... good sister..." As I spoke, I aimed my penis, but she exclaimed in surprise, "Ah?! So fast... you're not even wearing one... do you have one?!" These words were like a slap in the face. I hadn't done this in years, and I hadn't even seen this part in porn. I said, "Good sister... this is only my second time... I didn't think about preparing... I'm sorry..." I saw her expression turn to disappointment, but I still pretended to hide my desire and said, "Oh... well... it's okay, I'll help you release..." I felt it was my fault. I thought that I was already very satisfied to have made this beauty like this for me, so I nodded, stood up, and placed my penis in front of her.
She stood up and took off my remaining shirt, but after a long day of activity, I was sweating profusely and smelled strongly of men. I felt embarrassed, but to my surprise, she didn't resist. Instead, she leaned closer to me, sniffing, and muttered to herself, "Mmm...a manly scent...very good..." Perhaps knowing we wouldn't have intercourse, she suddenly became more proactive and kissed my neck.
Her right hand gently stroked my penis, which I enjoyed. I lowered my face to her delicate face and pressed my lips to hers, but she avoided it.
I tried several times without success, and my penis softened slightly. She noticed and said, "No...I can't kiss..." I was puzzled. Why was she willing to have intercourse with me but unwilling to kiss? Seeing my reaction, she sniffed my body a few more times, her face full of satisfaction. She gently bit her lower lip, then knelt in front of me and took my penis into her mouth.
She knew her goal was to make me climax, so she focused intently on sucking, her tongue swirling in her mouth, rubbing the clitoris of my penis. Pleasure surged, but I was still distracted by her not kissing me back. No matter how much she sucked, I remained hard. After a while, she looked up, saw my disappointed expression, understood my thoughts, and pulled me down to sit on the sofa.
She straddled my lower abdomen, and I felt her naked, wet lips pressed against my stomach. I felt incredibly happy. Wasn't she forced? Now she was willingly satisfying me in this position. Thinking of this, my lower body stirred again.
She faced me, first taking off her glasses and tossing them aside. I looked at the glasses marks still on her face, but I was deeply attracted by her beauty without her glasses, and my lower body was hard again.
Unaware of my presence, she continued to draw me in, gently saying, "I...I haven't kissed anyone in a long time...I'm scared...I've only ever kissed my husband before..." Before she could finish, I couldn't resist pressing my lips to hers. At first, her lips remained tightly closed, but after some gentle persuasion with my tongue, she finally opened them. I gently licked her tongue, which she initially kept hidden in her mouth, but I didn't mind, constantly swallowing her saliva, saying as we kissed,
"Ah...so sweet...your saliva is so delicious...I want more..." After a while, my body heated up, and we embraced, her inhaling my scent intently, her desire growing stronger, her body moving.
Although we didn't actually penetrate, this simulated position was incredibly pleasurable for both of us. She let go of everything, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, our tongues intertwining wildly, exchanging saliva, kissing passionately, neither of us wanting to separate. She became very thirsty, wanting to taste my saliva.
We weren't in a hurry at all. At this moment, in everyone's eyes, we were definitely lovers! She was still worried that my lower body wasn't ready, so she continued to kiss me tenderly for a long time. Kissing is a strange thing; it seems more reserved than intercourse, but in fact, it's much more intimate!
Gradually, I understood why Ziyun had refused to kiss me in the first place. It was because kissing mouth to mouth and cheek to cheek quickly aroused her. Seeing her kissing more and more passionately, her lower body constantly shaking and rubbing, my lower abdomen was now covered in her juices. Her face grew hotter and hotter, her passionate kiss filled with love, and she kept playing with my hair, her body shaking faster and faster.
My lower body was already hard. When her shaking became more intense, her buttocks bounced off my penis, and suddenly she exclaimed, "Ah?!" Then she opened her eyes and looked at me with a shy expression, as if she wanted to say something.
Her eyes were sharp, piercing right into my heart. I said, "Ah...ah...yes...it's already hard...I'm so tired..." She looked at my burning desire, her mind racing, but her body still writhed. She pressed her burning face against my ear and said, "Oh...oh...me too...what should I do...I'm dying..." Seeing her writhing, almost driven mad by lust, I could only insert my fingers into her lower body to offer some relief. My fingers were immediately sucked in; there was a pool of thick, wet fluid. The more I inserted my fingers, the more she went wild, abandoning all restraint, crying out:
"Wow!! Ah...ah...so good...insert it again...it hurts so much!!!!" She rode my hand, moaning and shaking, fantasizing that she was actually doing it!!
Her thrusts increased, and my hand began to hurt, but the beauty was awakening, enjoying herself, and how could I bear to spoil her fun! She shook me a few times, saw my expression, and knew she was being selfish. But I teased her without complaint. She stopped, grabbed my engorged penis, and flicked it a few times, saying,
"Come on... I don't care about anything else... I want you in... okay?!" These words lifted me to heaven. I looked at her and saw her eyes narrowed, her face flushed, as if she were drunk. I looked at her, not believing her words. How could such a noble lady ask me to penetrate her directly... wasn't she being forced?
Seeing that I didn't react, she took a handful of her vaginal fluid from her labia and used it as lubricant to smear on my dry penis, wanting me to experience the pleasure she could give me. She said, "Ah... Weiye... I beg you... please come in... I'm so itchy I'm going crazy... please hurry..." As she spoke, she twisted her waist wantonly.
Seeing her utterly helpless, I pressed my face against her and kissed her. I pulled her hand from my genitals and clasped hers tightly. She naturally leaned back slightly, and with a "thud," I thrust my penis in, penetrating her completely.
She reacted strongly, arching her back and shouting, "Ah ...
I didn't need her to tell me; I had already started moving. She was so tight, holding me close. This was the first time I'd never used a condom, and the warm, wet, and slippery feeling was so wonderful. With each thrust, I felt a throbbing in the back of my head, and my senses were amplified tenfold.
The woman-on-top position on the sofa was really enjoyable. Her completely naked upper body was right in front of me; I could see her C-cup breasts swaying up and down, her nipples bouncing. As I moved, I pulled her skirt up, allowing her thighs to move freely. At that moment, I saw her thick, black pubic hair. Her movements were in sync with mine, each thrust reaching deep into her, the glans pressing against her cervix. We would both moan simultaneously,
like a chorus, our voices in unison: "Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!!" We rocked wildly, completely absorbed, in this position for several minutes. Her face was still flushed, but her eyes were full of satisfaction. She smiled with each full thrust, a smile that was the most direct expression of animalistic pleasure.
Having been a virgin for a long time and lacking experience, I was overwhelmed by her constant flow of vaginal fluid, which soaked my entire lower body. The slippery sensation brought me close to orgasm. I knew she wasn't satisfied yet, so I tried my best to control myself, but the more I tried to restrain myself, the more easily I ignited my desire. I was forced to stop halfway and pull out, leading her to the desk. She took off her stockings and short skirt, but because I was much taller than her, she understood and automatically put her sexy high heels back on. She came to the desk, bent over, and raised her plump buttocks, ready to receive me.
Looking at her naked body, the high heels beneath her beautiful legs carrying a lewd connotation, I penetrated her from behind. We had only been separated for a short while, but when we reunited, the intense pleasure of penetration returned. Her buttocks throbbed with pleasure, and she moaned loudly:
"Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! It's so hard!!! Baby…you're making me feel so good!!!!!!!!!" I thrust faster and faster, my hands simultaneously caressing her breasts from behind, gently flicking her nipples with my fingers. She cried out even more wildly:
"Ah!!! Ah!!! You're so naughty!!! Ohhh!!! Ahhh!!!!" I was getting excited and gently patted her buttocks, panting as I said, "Ah...ah...good sister...are you comfortable...ah...ah...ah..." She turned around and looked at me, nodding and saying, "Ah...ah...ah...love...I...I'm very comfortable..." Seeing her disheveled and wanton appearance, I felt very proud that this beauty was so excited by me, and said, "Ah...ah...it's just a pity that I promised...only this once...ah...ah..." She pouted and said, "Ah...ah...ah...I was wrong...it's so comfortable...sister...every night..." "Yes! Ahh ...
I stretched out my arms and pulled her hands back, exposing her vaginal fluids. Her body odor filled her nose, and the stimulation of the scent triggered her most primal hormones. Her body stretched again, and the pleasure in her lower body increased. She took a sniff and exclaimed, "Wow!!!! Such a fragrant manly scent... I love men so much!!!!" I felt a tightening in my lower abdomen, and I was about to climax. So I released her hands, grabbed her soft thighs, pressed them down, and thrust into her wildly at high speed. She felt my body and said reluctantly, "Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...shoot on my face...don't be afraid...I like it...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh..." I used all my strength to hold back, and after a while she couldn't make a sound, her breathing was rapid, her brows were furrowed, and she bit her lower lip. I couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! I can't take it anymore...shoot inside...is that okay...good sister!!! Ahhh! Ahhh!" She was so close to climax that she couldn't speak, only repeatedly saying, "Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!!" But in the end she still said, "Ah!!! No...it's dangerous today...I'll get pregnant...ah!!! Ah!!!" Although I wanted to pull out... Unable to control her body, she cried out, "Ahhh! Ahhh! But...it feels so good...ahhh! Ahhh! Do you really want me to stop...ahhh! Ahhh!" Her body swayed continuously, and suddenly she squeezed my waist tightly with her thighs, barely managing to utter, "Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Don't stop...don't stop...shoot...let's go...go together!!!fill me...fill me!!!" This accepting statement pushed me past my climax, and I finally couldn't hold back: "Wahh ...
Her face seemed to show pain, but her thighs were tightly clamped around me, all the muscles in her beautiful body tensed, and she bit her lower lip until it almost bled. With each shot of hot semen into her uterus, her body convulsed like an epileptic seizure, and she twitched several more times even after I ejaculated.
I lay on top of her, exhausted, but unexpectedly, she would kiss me on the lips after her arousal. Women are truly wondrous.
I reluctantly pulled out my softened penis, and a large amount of white semen flowed out, forming a large puddle on the table. I looked at her with regret, but she seemed to brighten up, her skin white with a rosy glow, and she leaned softly against me with irresistible charm, saying, "My darling... this is exactly what I need... don't worry, let it come... I haven't been this happy in a long, long time... any consequences are worth it... come! Kiss me!!!" The plot took an unexpected turn; how could I have imagined that she would become like this after the baptism of sex? I picked her up, placed her on the sofa, and embraced and kissed her.
After getting dressed, we went to the tea restaurant downstairs for dinner. I told her I usually waited for her there after work. We then started getting to know each other. It turned out she used to be her husband's secretary, and he had pursued her for many years before she accepted him. But unexpectedly, he was diagnosed with brain cancer a little over a year after their marriage, and his condition had worsened over the past five years. Recently, he had stopped recognizing people. She was really lonely. In the past few years, she had been busy taking care of him and managing her work, and her social circle had become very narrow. She had no friends, and her family was in China.
It turned out she was just forty years old, more than sixteen years older than me. She asked me why I was interested in a mature woman like her, and I couldn't answer. I only knew that I was attracted to her the day I met her, maybe it was fate. But I also laughed and said that I've always liked mature women, and I even choose mature actresses when watching porn. Although she said I was a bit perverted, she was all smiles.
After dinner, I took her back to Mei Foo. She initially knew I lived in Kwun Tong and didn't need to see her off, but I told her I was worried she wouldn't pay attention to me anymore when she woke up the next day, so I wanted to enjoy some more time. She agreed.
When we arrived at her apartment building, the roast meat shop was closed. I said,
"Han… no, dear sister… but goodbye, tonight… thank you… don't worry… I'll delete all the photos as soon as I get home… hehehe." She brushed her hair aside and adjusted her glasses. She was truly a beautiful woman, so elegant. She said, "Ziyun… call me Ziyun, Weiye, I like it when you call me that. Tonight… I'm so happy, like a burden that's been lifted off my shoulders, so light… I should thank you… as for those photos… I'd like you to keep them… to admire them often!" We laughed at each other and then went our separate ways. After she pressed the door lock, she suddenly turned around and said,
"Weiye!! Weiye!!" I turned around and ran back, saying, "Ziyun, what's wrong?" "Nothing... nothing... I was worried you'd be tired... Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee before you leave?" she said, her head down.
"Oh?! This..." I didn't expect her to say that.
"Anyway... today isn't... over yet..." she said shyly.
I was overjoyed. She reached out her hand for me to take, and we went home together.
We didn't have coffee. That night, the beautiful Ziyun and I had a wonderful, comfortable lovemaking session on her own bed until midnight. After that, she didn't change at all and continued to enjoy herself with me. We would stay at her house three nights a week, and the rest of the time she would stay at my house. She would also tidy up my things and cook some delicious food for us to eat together. Mature women are so nice.
I would also accompany her to the hospital to visit her husband. Of course, I would wait downstairs. She said that after having me, her life had direction, and she no longer needed to face things alone. She felt much better.
Six months later, her husband finally passed away. I did my best to help her with the funeral arrangements, which put her at ease, and she showed no sadness during the ceremony.
Then, last week, I proposed to my partner, who is sixteen years my senior—a double celebration! Although my father and all my friends strongly opposed it, I still feel like the happiest person in the world!! Since no one is blessing this happy occasion, I can only tell this story here—a love story that originated from stalking!!

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