[In-depth practical analysis, conquering mature women and wives, the ice queen beauty chapter] (Notice: "The Legend of the Lewd Fox: My..." will be updated on time at the end of July)

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Author: Jingyu
Published: 2015/07/05
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Practical In-Depth Analysis, Conquering Mature Women and Wives, The Iceberg Beauty Chapter!
Surprised? Damn! I was just about to read Teacher Li's 3P, and you give me this! However,
I probably won't write the real "One Dragon, Two Phoenixes" sequel.
My dear brothers! This is a mature woman conquest guide specially dedicated to you. I apologize for using this deceptive
method. If I had directly named it "Practical In-Depth Analysis," it might have been deleted by the moderator in a few days; that's how the previous mature woman conquest
guide met its tragic end.
Using "Yinhu" as a cover is different; only you, as book fans, will come in. If I could set access
restrictions, I would definitely only open it to you, not to all other people!
I haven't updated for over a year, and the tragedy of being forgotten hasn't happened to me; I'm very fortunate. I will always remember
the publication of Chapter 34 of "Yinhu" on May 30, 2015. A chapter without any sex scenes, passion, or even
a plot that most readers are unfamiliar with, yet it garnered thirteen pages of replies in just five days. In a city known for its low response rates,
this is nothing short of a miracle.
Many brothers haven't even read the content yet, but a flood of comments has already appeared—some expressing longing, some offering blessings, and some discussing. Seeing
those familiar IDs, a surge of warmth welled up within me, bringing tears to my eyes. I don't know
who you are, what your names are, but I recognize your IDs…
I'm a rather sentimental man. I've been foolishly
writing all night while drunk for a promise I made online (as seen in Chapter 5 of the side story), and I've also abandoned writing altogether because I couldn't bear the anger within me
(when "Conquering Mature Wives" was reported, and the moderator asked me to move it to the information section, which I refused). Similarly, I
've also been moved by those moments and left dozens or even hundreds of words in response to each comment.
It's not pretentious, not affected; it's just that I miss you all, after all, we've been together for three years!
For men, being overly emotional is never a good thing. A sign of a man's maturity is learning to control his
emotions.
Emotional fluctuations can sway one's thoughts, blind one's vision, and lead to flawed judgments. For
those in politics and business, this can be an abyss from which they can never recover. But I'm only 26, a
young man with a romantic spirit. I can't imagine what it would be like for someone so young to be unable to show their emotions.
Mature and lifeless? Or wise and profound?
No, it would be terrifying!
Regardless of what others think, it would be a disaster for me. Writing requires passion, conception requires imagination, it requires
discovering the little things in life, a sensitive perspective on things, and a holistic analysis.
A mature man might write a well-structured, logically sound article, but he will never write
a story that moves the heart and touches the soul. As time passes, he has passed the age of passion and lost his initial
sensitivity. How can someone who is rarely moved write a story that touches the heart?
Fortunately, I am still young.
Unfortunately, I too will inevitably enter this evolutionary process.
Emotion is the sole theme of my novels, as abundant as my own heart. I firmly believe that
"emotion" is eternal. Some brothers might laugh at me, but I will tell you seriously, this is not an old-fashioned
topic, but a truth that has stood the test of time.
You cannot deny that society is gradually becoming indifferent. Material civilization has made cities increasingly prosperous, but
it has also drastically cooled human relationships. The alienation between people is becoming increasingly serious, like an invisible wall separating
them. Deception, hypocrisy, and indifference permeate every corner of society, and are only getting
worse.
I remember seeing a Tencent news article a few days ago about a pervert on a bus who pulled out his penis and molested a girl, causing the bus to stop
. Instead of standing up for her, the passengers were annoyed, saying, "Get off and take care of it yourself, don't waste my
time!"
I was shocked after reading this; I never imagined society had become so indifferent!
A society devoid of emotion is terrifying. When everyone only considers themselves, violence, deception, and crime will be
ubiquitous. A novel without emotion is pale; flowery language merely constructs an empty shell.
Similarly, a life without emotion is gray and lifeless, like a walking corpse, a soulless puppet.
Friendship, love, and family affection—each emotion is invaluable. If you are fortunate enough to possess all three,
congratulations, you are the happiest person in the world; cherish them. If you lack any one of them, you will
be a pitiful, incomplete person, regardless of your success or wealth.
Regarding authors and readers, I have always considered them friends who meet through the medium of communication. You
get to know me through the lines of my writing, and I maintain my passion with your support. Without readers, authors can only feel disheartened and wallow in self-pity.
Without authors, readers will also lack imagination and find life meaningless.
I rarely reply to comments, not because I feel superior or that you all have to fawn over me. On the contrary, I
've always considered you all brothers and friends. I read every single message you leave me, and I try my best
to reply to even the longer ones, never shorter than yours. Each time I publish a new chapter, I also write a short paragraph at the beginning or end,
which might be a bit wordy, but it's a genuine expression of my feelings.
Firstly, time is limited; secondly, there are so many people; and thirdly, there's no platform, so this is all I can do.
I feel guilty about this. The greatest tragedy for an adult novel author is not having their own QQ group, unable
to connect with readers directly—not that they can't, but that they dare not. The only thing I can do is try my best to find time to write
excellent articles; that's the best reply I can give you!
Enough with the heartfelt words. Are you brothers already eagerly waiting, itching for more?
First, let me state a disclaimer: this is my personal opinion and method. If you're a womanizer, have
more money than you can spend, or are so handsome that women chase after you, then you can close this page. This is a technical analysis post, only for
brothers with average status, looks, and wealth as a reference.
Enough with the preamble, here are the pictures to prove my innocence. I'll delete them in a week. I don't like posting women's nude
photos. You can call me a hypocrite, or a pervert, but please add three words before that: "
kind!"
The pictures should make it clear at a glance that I have conquered this woman. I'm talking about true conquest, not
just empty lust. There's a fundamental difference; the former involves a woman's body and soul, while the latter is merely a casual sex partner's cunt.
You can tell from the way they're addressed that they're not even on the same level.
It took me over five months and all my energy. Of the dozen or so women I've been with, this
was the second longest, the first being Sister Zhao. Seeing this, some people are probably thinking, "Damn, are you crazy? What era are we living in?
You're writing guides? I found a casual sex partner in an hour!"
I remember someone commented like that on my previous guide to mature women that was deleted: "Isn't the ultimate goal just to have sex? Why make it
so complicated?
Prostitution is also for sex, and it only costs a few hundred yuan, so why do so many people hunt for women from respectable families?
Can't they afford it? Are they just bored?"
As a man, I enjoy the thrill of conquest, and I've mentioned the word "conquest" many times in my writings.
In my eyes, women are no longer just women, but fortresses. When you use your wisdom and strategy to breach
these fortresses, physical pleasure is merely the most basic; spiritual fulfillment is the greatest satisfaction.
This is Maslow's hierarchy of needs—different levels lead to different pursuits.
A hungry person thinks about how to fill their stomach, while a rich person thinks about what tastes good. You
can never know what a scientist is thinking, just as he doesn't understand why a lecherous man is always thinking about mating. To paraphrase
a famous saying, "While you are still pursuing primal desires, I have already begun my spiritual journey."
Perspective determines thought; this is a fact. If you still believe that sleeping with a woman is conquest, then I have nothing more
to say.
Currently, what everyone is most concerned about is online dating, which seems to have become mainstream. I apologize for this;
I personally never engage in online dating. As for why, to be humble, it's a waste of time. To be pretentious, it's because I'm already
tired of it; you're all playing with what I've already left over.
I started using computers quite early. In third grade, I played Romance of the Three Kingdoms; in fourth grade, I played Rise of Rome and the DOS
version of Chinese Paladin; and in fifth grade, I played Half-Life, StarCraft, and Diablo II. In seventh grade, QQ had just come out,
and the registration fee was seven digits. Later, it was stolen, and I gave away my eight-digit QQ account to many people, keeping only one that I still use today. I remember back then
, adding friends required constantly changing cartoon avatars, and sometimes the network would be busy, making it impossible to add friends—it was quite funny thinking about it now.
Perhaps I was born a romantic and sentimental man.
In 2001 and 2002, during the crazy era when almost every internet cafe was playing Legend of Mir, countless people were still using names like "Crystal Girl, Dynamic Boy" as their QQ usernames, while I already used the 　　cool and romantic name
"Want to Steal Your Heart." 　　I was 13 years old that year, clueless about relationships, but very precocious. I had read all the erotic comics and novels circulating among my classmates 　　, and I knew many flirtatious phrases, though now it seems naive. 　　In my second year of junior high, I started writing love letters for people, earning 5 or 10 yuan per letter, and I made over 800 yuan a year. In my third 　　year of junior high, I lost my virginity, shedding the ugly label of 　　"virgin." Sometimes I even wondered if I was 　　some extraordinary, exceptionally intelligent young man from a martial arts novel—otherwise, why would I be so sensible? Back then, popular internet slang included "dizzy" and "depressed," while in the game *Legend of Mir*, the most common terms were "fucking" 　　and "trash." Some of these terms I still use today. 　　In 2005 and 2006, *Audition Online* was incredibly popular, with countless girls playing it enthusiastically. Finding a wife in the game became 　　a trend, and I was no exception. Back then, I created a group on QQ specifically for storing my "wives" (online female friends). It had at 　　least ten mahjong tables of people. I often cried because I mistakenly called "Yunyun" "Lili." Every time I logged on, 　　dozens of girls, some older and some younger than me, would call me "husband," and I had no idea who was who… 　　I remember Tagore saying, "The lantern in my hand makes me an enemy of the darkness before me. 　　I say that the charm bestowed upon me by heaven makes me an enemy of all the women in the world." 　　That's how domineering I am! 　　Damn, Mirror, you're exaggerating a bit too much. Women are free, aren't they? 　　Hehe, to be honest, they really are. I remember two "wives" from Audition Online came all the way from Nanjing and Zhengzhou 　　to my city. Back then, it was called "a thousand-mile delivery of wives," or "train delivery of wives." That term is a bit insulting to those two 　　brave girls, and I apologize for that! 　　Brothers born in the 90s might not believe it, but those my age probably experienced it. How innocent and polite were the girls online back then 　　? How easy was it to find a wife? Unlike now, where people hurl insults at the drop of a hat, and 　　usernames are full of random Martian symbols that are utterly annoying. 　　Back then, if you spent 200 yuan on a permanent, beautiful outfit, opened a room, and named it 　　"Looking for a Wife," a hundred girls would come in every night—that wouldn't be considered a lot! If you used a cheat, 　　you'd be greeted with exclamations of "Honey, you're amazing!" after a single game. 　　But everything changed around 2007. The online environment changed drastically. The "non-mainstream" trend rose 　　, cyberbullying was everywhere, and the innocent era was over. And because of my senior year of high school and my weariness, I 　　rarely used QQ to pick up girls for the next few years. 　　I'm saying all this partly because I'm reminiscing about that era, feeling a bit nostalgic, and partly because I'm tired of online dating. Reaching a 　　higher level of understanding isn't something that happens out of thin air; it's a life experience, a realization. Those who haven't experienced it will find it novel 　　, while those who have will find it boring. Just like if you fuck a goddess every day, no matter how beautiful she is, you'll eventually get tired of it 　　. 　　Anyone who doubts me can ask any man or woman who played Audition Online between 1986 and 1989. 　　Secondly 　　, regarding the internet: 　　I don't recommend using the internet for hookups for five reasons. 　　1. Low efficiency. 　　In this era of fierce competition, my 17-year-old girlfriend (now 20 and a sophomore in college) told me last year that 　　she received an average of over 50 friend requests on WeChat every day, sometimes reaching over 100 after shopping. 　　To be honest, I was very surprised because I only registered for WeChat last September, a so-called "hookup app" that had become famous in 2012 　　(I'm ashamed...). I asked her what she thought, and she just said...

1. "How thirsty are you men?!"
I don't know if you blushed after hearing that, but I certainly did.
2. Highly guarded.
Living in an information-saturated age, everyone knows about the filth online. Add to that a woman
being harassed like this every day, and even the most naive woman will become shrewd, unless she's inherently a slut.
I asked her what kind of messages she received, and she said they were all sorts—praises, poems, humor, and even
direct messages like, "Want to hook up? My big dick can make you happy!"
A woman bombarded like this every day has already built up a defense of 10,000 points with no upper limit.
If you can break through her defenses online, I have to admire you!
3. Poor quality.
It seems like there are more and more beautiful women online these days. Well, I can tell you with certainty that 90
% of online beauties are trash, shoddy goods packaged with beauty cameras and Photoshop. Real beauties
have already been snapped up; why would they foolishly wait for you to come from afar?
Once a man is blinded by lust, he loses his reason. Compare the number of beautiful women you see in real life to the number you
see online, and you'll find it's all a beautiful lie. Remember, beautiful women are always
a scarce resource in society, and their numbers are directly proportional to the prosperity of a city—this is a research report from the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences!
4. Many are low-quality.
Those you can get your hands on in a day, a few days, or a week are basically prostitutes, used by countless men .
Most have lost all shame, indulging in carnal pleasure, enjoying the pursuit of men, or even being part-time
prostitutes to scam your money.
I have a friend who travels frequently for work, and he likes to use WeChat and Momo to hook up. His success rate isn't
high, but it's not low either; he basically has one every month. After two years, he has hookups all over the country except for a few provinces.
In his words, "I want to spread my descendants all over the world!"
Let's applaud his lofty ideal…
clap clap clap…
As for the quality, he said one thing: tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.
I don't deny that there are high-quality women, but they are negligible. You can't guarantee you'll be one of the lucky
ones. Marxist materialism states that the world is a unity of universality and particularity; universality is commonality, and particularity is individuality
. This statement also applies to the internet.
5. It's too unrealistic.
Who still trusts the internet these days? Scams, murders, organ harvesting, honey traps, etc.—even teenagers
know that there are many bad people online, and you need to be careful online…
In short, online dating is inefficient and extremely risky. Maybe the beautiful woman you finally manage to hook up with will end up
affecting the city's appearance, and she might even get taken away by the police because she's too ugly. Wouldn't you be furious?
In short, I don't recommend using the internet for dating. If your social circle is really small, then there's nothing I can do.
I don't have any advice for you. I find people in real life, and I have almost no online dating skills.
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I met this mature woman in January of this year. I call her Sister Hui. She's 35 years old, 162 cm tall, with
a beautiful face, a large, fleshy bottom, and a full bust of 36D. She's definitely a woman with a large bust and a large bottom, the kind of woman that a man can't even hold in one hand
. However, her flaws are also obvious: excess fat on her abdomen, soft breasts, and dark labia, just
like Sister Zhao—characteristics of almost all mature women.
For those who prefer younger girls, this might be off-putting. But for guys who like mature women, it's
commonplace, even pleasing to the eye. Moreover, I prefer legs in stockings, and Sister Hui happens to have a pair of incredibly
voluptuous, beautiful legs.
Slender calves, full thighs, and in stockings and high heels, they are incredibly voluptuous, sexy, and
alluring, exuding mature charm—the kind of legs typical of mature women in adult films, making me foam at the mouth and ejaculate every time…
Sister Hui is a typical respectable woman, rarely online, with a regular lifestyle, rational, calm, and serious, with
a cool and aloof demeanor—a true ice queen. She's very conservative; how conservative? She's only ever been with one
man in her life—her husband.
You might doubt this, but please don't doubt my intelligence. I certainly wouldn't believe it with other women, but
with her, I've basically never doubted it.
Because she was so cold! So cold that no one wanted to approach her!
I first saw her in a small clothing store. At the time, I thought she was a saleswoman, but later I found out she was
the owner. I was shopping with a casual buddy (someone I was currently developing a casual relationship with) and we went in by chance.
My first impression of Sister Hui was that she was cold, unsmiling, and had a high-class demeanor. My second impression was, another
pretentious woman.
To be honest, I find this kind of woman annoying. I've seen quite a few around me. They act all aloof and noble, as if they're untouched by worldly affairs
, but as soon as they meet a rich man, they'll shamelessly spread their legs within a week. Later, I realized I was wrong.
Sister Hui's personality is genuine; she's a real iceberg!
The first meeting wasn't anything special. She wasn't a woman who would immediately stun you. She had regular features, a full figure, and
a decent demeanor, but that was about it. I see several like that on the street every day. I'm not a protagonist in a novel
, someone who swoons at first sight. Actually, the whole process was quite uneventful. My casual buddy and I went in, looked at some clothes
, and left. She didn't even glance at me once.
Yes, I was ignored.
(Liang Zhong: Jing Da, aren't you angry?)
I'm just an ordinary person. Countless strangers ignore you every day. Do you expect me to remember every single one of them and then
yell, "Damn it, how dare you ignore me! I'll sleep with you and then dump you!"
This is reality, not a novel. Unless you're stupid, then I recommend "brain-dead pills" to you—five at a time,
three days to recover, and free shipping!
Such interactions mean nothing to me. Countless people pass through my life every day. If it weren't for another
encounter, I would have truly forgotten this woman. Sometimes I wonder why life is so strange,
is there really some kind of guidance in the dark? Why are some people just passing through my life, while others are destined to be intertwined?
A few days later, I unexpectedly met her on the bus.
That day, Sister Hui wore very thick black stockings (it was very cold in January). I forgot what she was wearing,
actually I rarely pay attention to what women wear. I'm a stocking fetishist; when I look at a woman, I always look from the bottom up, the first thing I notice
is her legs. If
she's not wearing stockings, I'll immediately look away, unless she's exceptionally beautiful. At that moment, I was marveling at the strangeness of fate. What if she hadn't been wearing stockings that day?
Answer: I would never have looked at her a second time, much less recognize her!
I'm a romantic man, and I've always believed in fate. I felt that my relationship with her was destined
. This is definitely not infatuation or something I've lost my mind about. In a metropolis of millions,
it's normal for two strangers to meet once, but a second time is quite mysterious. Someone calculated that the odds are like winning
the third prize in the lottery!
I decided to get to know her and strike up a conversation.
Talking to women is the first step every ambitious and driven man must take, and how to
have a smooth conversation with a woman in a short time is not only a skill, but also an art.
I said this three years ago in my post about high school students, but I know that at least
70% of the men who read this post can't take that step, maybe even more. And I know what you're thinking. I
can say these are all excuses; ultimately, it's fear!
"It's unnecessary, it's just a woman."
"Whatever, I don't even like her."
The weak will find a hundred reasons to prove they're not cowards, but never a single reason to prove they're strong!
The first thing to overcome when approaching a woman is your own psychology, to find the root of the problem. If you don't know,
let me tell you—your shyness stems from a lack of confidence, and your retreat is out of fear of losing face, it's that simple.
Dignity is the crux of the problem. We generally believe that being rejected by a woman in public is very
shameful, especially for men. Is that really the case?
A mature man must learn to put himself in her shoes, analyze things from multiple perspectives, and arrive at an objective answer
. Let's build a model to analyze and see what the truth is.
We were all sitting on the bus when we saw a man try to solicit a woman, but failed
. He then got off the bus embarrassedly.
"Damn, what a disgrace to men!" a passenger, a coward himself, mocked.
"Still too green, his technique isn't mature enough," an older man commented, stroking his chin.
"Ha, someone so ugly still tries to pick her up," a handsome young man scoffed, turning his head to look out the window.
"Youth is wonderful..." an old man sighed with deep emotion.
"Pervert!" a pockmarked girl sneered.
"Young man, you're brave!" an old woman said with admiration.
"Why don't any men talk to me..." a lonely woman wondered.
Shocked, right? We can see that everyone's reaction is different, even bizarre. This is because people
usually think from their own perspective; age, status, gender, appearance, and experience are all factors to consider.
And since everything in the world is relatively evenly distributed, people with different personalities also exist evenly on the bus. This
has been proven in mathematics and physics; it's not just an assumption I'm making up.
Conclusion: Less than half of the people will look down on you!
And what about the woman who was asked for her phone number? What would she think?
Let's switch roles again. Imagine you're that woman, and someone asks you for your phone number. Your first reaction
would definitely be surprise. Second, you'd sized up the man. Third, you'd consider whether to give it to him. Only fourth would you think, "Oh,
I've been approached. I still have some charm," thus feeling pleased (vanity).
Finally, you'd make a decision: if the man is nice, you'd give him your phone number. Otherwise, you'd refuse—it's that
simple. But you would never look down on him, unless you were truly an outrageously ugly person.
That's the whole process of that woman's reaction, unless she was on her period that day, or her parents had died. By the
way, generally, when conducting model research, the assumption is that people are in a normal state.
This is a classic role-switching model in psychology, so reading more books and thinking more about problems
will greatly help your intelligence.
After all that, if you're still worried about what others think, you can close this webpage now. And here's a piece of advice
: young man, go wash up and go to sleep…
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Anyway, I went to strike up a conversation, but I can't remember what I said. A person says a lot in their lifetime;
you can't possibly remember every word. But if someone remembers what you said, remember, that person is either your enemy
or your lover!
Mirror Desire: Damn it, can you stop showing off your knowledge? I can't stand it anymore!
Me: …t_t…
My first attempt at striking up a conversation ended in failure, but there's nothing embarrassing about that. Those who succeed every time aren't human, they're gods. Those who
are too easy to pick up aren't icebergs, they're bitches.
But that's not what I thought at the time. I was a complete stranger to her, so I assumed she was faking it. This ignited
my fighting spirit. I still remember her expression when she got out of the car—cold, arrogant, and full of disgust—making me
feel severely insulted!
If you think I'm about to launch an offensive, you're wrong. Several days have passed and I haven't made a move because I
've completely forgotten about her (lol)!
I'm busy with work, managing my business, and having sex with a few women every day; how could I possibly remember a complete stranger
? Until one day, walking down that street, I remembered that Sister Hui's shop was there and decided to check it out.
Her shop was small, but the rent was high; it took me ages to find it. She was looking at a magazine at the cashier, long
hair flowing down her shoulders, delicate features, light makeup—very pretty. I don't remember what she was wearing; it was dark-colored, and because she wasn't wearing stockings,
I don't
have a strong impression of her. Standing at the door, I hesitated for a moment. After all, I didn't have any deep-seated hatred for her, and I was past
the age of being bored. But then she suddenly looked up, and I paused slightly before rushing inside.
I pretended to look at clothes, but damn, it was all women's clothing—a little embarrassing. She glanced at me, didn't recognize me, and proactively
asked what style I wanted and who I was buying it for.
I gave her a few perfunctory replies, a little surprised at first, but quickly recovered. If you're indifferent when business comes in
, you're not an iceberg, you're an idiot.
Our third meeting ended just like that, very uneventfully. If I were writing about a lewd fox, by now Lieji would definitely
have been having an affair with the proprietress, teasing her until she was weak in the knees and burning with desire…
For the next two days, I went to her shop after work. At first, Sister Hui paid me some attention, but then she completely
ignored me. She knew I was either a lecher or had ulterior motives, in short, not a good person. That's her exact
words, she told me later. When I heard that, I really wanted to jump off a building. I'm supposed to be dashing and talented, right?
Damn it, in her eyes I'm a bad guy!
"If you come any closer, I'll have someone kick you out!"
A cold, expressionless face.
Several days passed, and I tried countless topics to get closer to her, only to get that one sentence. Very realistic. I
don't know what my expression was like then, but I was really angry! This is different from the situation described above. This wasn't just
being rejected after a casual flirtation; it was a blow to my dignity!
If before it was just a playful attitude, then afterwards I put away that playful attitude. I vowed to get her
and ravage her body and soul! I'm a very serious person, and I keep my word. Once I've made up my mind, I won't give
up halfway. I'll relentlessly pursue my prey like a wolf, until death do us part!
In these three years, I've only targeted a handful of women, but there's only one I haven't managed to win over because she
's a lesbian.
Faced with this kind of icy woman, many men feel lost and choose to retreat. Or, after pursuing her for a
while, they become disheartened and give up. They're like a fully armed hedgehog, impenetrable.
I'm no exception. I've never pursued this type of woman before, which is the main reason I'm writing this guide
—because it's so representative.
After returning home, I prepared to draw up an outline and formulate a strategy—a habit I've developed over many years of writing novels
. Whenever I decide to pursue a woman, I do this: meticulously plan, step by step, without allowing
any possibility of failure.
In my eyes, pursuing women is like waging war; you must think carefully and plan thoroughly—this is no exaggeration. Sun Tzu's
Art of War begins, "War is a matter of vital importance to the State; a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected."
Wow, you've even put the Art of War into practice?
While pursuing women isn't a matter of life or death, approaching it with caution is never wrong. No matter who you are or what your position is
, you can't deny that the outcome of a battle will affect your mindset.
Rash actions lead to failure, failure leads to inferiority, inferiority leads to doubt about your abilities
, and self-doubt equals a loss of confidence. Without confidence, how can you pursue women? Without confidence, pursuing women will fail again.
In the end, you'll find yourself unknowingly falling into a vicious cycle, becoming terrified of women and never
recovering.
Wang Hao is a typical example. Since winning the silver medal in men's singles table tennis at the 2004 Athens Olympics,
he has been a runner-up for three consecutive Olympics, despite winning more world championships than anyone else!
An athlete's mental fortitude is undeniable, yet he repeatedly failed to achieve his goals on the Olympic stage
because he developed a fear and aversion to the Games!
Why is Sun Tzu's Art of War so famous, and why do so many celebrities own a copy? I think it's not that simple
. Its applications are vast: corporate strategy, marketing planning, philosophical thought, methodology, and so on.
It all depends on how you integrate and flexibly apply it.
That's why I'm cautious; I want to maintain my achievements and preserve my confidence.
A man's most attractive quality is nothing more than confidence. If you observe closely
, you'll find that this is a common characteristic of all successful people. It sets you apart from ordinary people, giving you a unique charm, even someone as unattractive as Jack Ma is no exception. Without this quality, 　　no one would doubt
that you're just a migrant worker. 　　At this point, I encountered my first and biggest challenge—how to approach her? 　　If I couldn't solve this problem, everything else would be meaningless! 　　I tried to recall our interactions over the past few days, habitually starting to analyze Sister Hui's personality traits. 　　1. She is a calm and rational woman. 　　2. She is very sensitive and guarded. 　　3. She is a solitary woman. 　　These were the three pieces of information I jotted down in my notebook. Please remember, when analyzing, never make wild guesses 　　; you must have facts to support your analysis. If you don't know something, be honest and admit it, because this will be the fundamental basis for formulating your strategy 　　. A slight error can lead to a huge mistake! 　　How did I arrive at these three pieces of information? 　　I like to observe a person's behavioral characteristics; they contain far more information than what you see. In 　　the four times I visited, Sister Hui was looking at fashion magazines three times, and there was also a marketing book on her table. 　　You might think she was just looking at them out of boredom, or maybe she just loves learning? 　　If she were a woman in her teens or twenties, I would have the same thought as you, but she's already 35. 　　You can see what women her age around you are doing—either investing in stocks or playing mahjong. Is she even trying to " 　　recharge" herself? 　　If not, then it can only mean that she clearly understands her career plan, what she needs to do, how to 　　do it, and is ambitious. Most importantly, she put it into action! 　　If a woman like that isn't rational, you should slap me twice! 　　As for being defensive, it's because I remembered the scene where she told me to get lost, which I found very strange at the time. In life, 　　I'm polite and well-mannered, and I'm even somewhat handsome (blushing). I'm sure I haven't offended her or done anything excessive 　　, yet she threatened to kick me out. This is very unusual, indicating that she's sensitive and vigilant—this is the most basic 　　reasoning. 　　Her aloofness stems from the fact that she rarely talks to people, and even when facing customers, she always seems somewhat awkward. I even 　　suspected she hadn't been in business for long, and later I found out that she hadn't. 　　These three points are the most reasonable analysis I found, and the facts have proven me right. I believe that keen observation and rigorous 　　logical analysis are basic professional qualities of a lecherous man.

Then, I analyzed my strengths. My biggest strength is my eloquence, but since she was wary of me,
it was useless. Finally, I sadly realized that not looking like a bad guy might be my only advantage…
I told myself, this situation is dire!
That night, I couldn't think of a way to approach her. These things require inspiration, not force. And I wouldn't
act rashly. The only reason I maintained a high success rate was—"A battle doesn't necessarily need to be won, so don't talk about war. A victory doesn't necessarily need to
be achieved, so don't talk about attack." This is a fundamental principle of warfare, and also a true saying for picking up girls!
Work, hookups, internet, life proceeded smoothly. There is no true invincibility in the world, and
there's always a breakthrough. A few days later, I came up with a plan. I decided to help her sell clothes!
My strategy was: if there was nothing urgent, I would go to her shop and help serve customers. I wouldn't
speak to her unless she spoke to me.
I went the next day. She seemed a little surprised to see me, but didn't say anything. When customers came in, I
enthusiastically praised the clothes, saying how nice they were. As soon as a customer left, I went out. You might think this is some kind of
lousy trick, but please don't doubt my intelligence. You think it's lousy because you haven't seen it before. If you had, you wouldn't be
reading my post.
Actually, this small action contains four key points:
1. I stood at the store entrance without going in unless a customer came in. Why?
I like reading psychology books. I know that although humans are higher animals, they are still animals, and all animals
have territorial instincts. When a stranger intrudes into your territory, you feel repulsion and tension.
There's also a so-called safe distance between people. Once you cross that one-meter line, you feel oppressed, uncomfortable, and want to
get away.
At that moment, the store was her territory. In her eyes, I wasn't a customer, but a stranger, or even a
bad person. So I wouldn't be stupid enough to go in and provoke her already wary heart.
2. Why didn't I talk to her?
Please remember, if a strange man keeps talking to you, a woman will instinctively be wary, especially if
I'm a persistent, elusive guy (in her eyes). I believed that if I said a few more words, she would kick me out, and
my plan to get close to her would be ruined.
3. Show goodwill to dispel wariness.
Human psychology is strange. You might initially dislike someone, but if they do something for you,
you'll naturally develop a liking for them. Even if not immediately, your impression will gradually change over time.
That's why I helped her sell clothes; otherwise, do you really think I'm stupid?
4. Courage is a basic quality of a successful lecher!
A few days ago, she had chased me away. Under such circumstances, I believe most men would back down, let alone
blatantly show up. Boldness, meticulousness, and thick skin—this is a well-worn topic, but knowing and
doing are two completely different concepts.
Getting back to the point, I worked for two hours that day, and she only said two sentences to me. I don't remember the exact words,
but that was the gist.
She asked me, "What exactly do you want?" I told her I was there to experience life. She called me crazy and then ignored
me. I smiled slightly and didn't argue.
The strategy was successful, but I didn't feel happy because it was exactly what I expected. A general
thinks about how to charge into battle, while a wise man thinks about how to control the overall situation—that's the fundamental difference!
Days passed like this. I went there almost whenever I had free time, three or four times a week, sometimes
spending half a day there on weekends. I still didn't talk to her, and she ignored me. We were like two familiar
strangers, having some interaction but no communication. Half a month passed, and I didn't even know her name.
Just then, I encountered my second challenge: loneliness!
No communication, only tedious waiting. You don't feel anything in the short term, but as time goes on, it's inevitable to feel
a little irritable. Sometimes I even felt it was meaningless. I had felt this way when I was pursuing Sister Zhao before,
and I knew I had entered a period of confusion again.
This was a turning point in my psychological conflict, something that happens when you can't see any hope. Countless men have
failed in this kind of confusion. Actually, the biggest enemy in pursuing a woman is often not someone else, but yourself.
Why does this stage occur?
Because you see no hope, your efforts yield no results, you're unsure if you're wasting your time, and you begin
to doubt yourself—simply put, you've lost your motivation!
A machine without motivation won't work on its own, and a man without motivation is also prone to giving up on
his pursuit, especially since physiological structure dictates that women are more patient than men. That's exactly my situation.
If this continued, I would lose patience, so I decided to create a source of motivation for myself!
Everyone probably watched anti-Japanese war movies in elementary school…
(Liang Zhong: Damn, how did we get back to the anti-Japanese war? Jing Da, can you stop jumping around like that…)
When we watch anti-Japanese war movies, we notice an interesting phenomenon: a passionate Eighth Route Army soldier suddenly becomes
incredibly brave, while a Japanese soldier becomes a deserter out of fear. Why does the Eighth Route Army soldier suddenly become fully revitalized?
Did the director give him a cheat code?
No, it's because he's consumed by hatred, and hatred becomes his motivation!
In fact, humans are truly strange creatures; all sorts of psychological emotions can generate motivation. Sometimes I
wonder how all of this is generated. Love can make you give up your life. Jealousy can fill you with resentment.
Greed can make you stop at nothing. This provides a basis for creating motivation.
In psychology, there is a type of hypnosis called "suggestion." When I was writing *The Dream Manipulator*, Zhang Wenxuan used
this method. The method is simple: constantly fantasize about the scene you hate most. At that time, I kept
recalling Sister Hui's cold face, her contemptuous expression, and her disdain for me. Gradually, I felt increasingly angry
and increasingly unable to bear it. At this point, she was no longer a woman in my eyes, but my enemy, and
the only way to deal with an enemy is to capture her and conquer her!
Remember, at this stage, loneliness is a man's greatest enemy. Only by conquering loneliness can you conquer others.
Because you first conquered yourself!
It took me almost two and a half months to get over my loneliness, and I felt completely exhausted. But
then the turning point came when she spoke to me—a real, meaningful conversation, not just the usual "You're
here" nonsense.
You really can't imagine what it's like to go almost two months without speaking. During that time, I doubted
my actions countless times and realized for the first time how unapproachable this woman was. I never imagined there
were women like her in the world!
I still remember what she said: "You can go now. I'll treat you to dinner tonight as a thank you." Her tone was cold
, her face expressionless, without a trace of gratitude.
Most men would feel angry and disappointed upon hearing this. All my efforts over the past two months, just gone like that
?
If that's what you really think, then I can only say, young man, go to sleep. You're mediocre, stiff-limbed,
and not suited to practicing the art of picking up girls.
A mature man should have the courage to question what he sees, because many
facts in this world are not on the surface, but hidden beneath. Marx said, "Look beyond the surface to see the essence," so why
do most people still not understand?
I only paused for a moment before realizing what was happening. Instead of being disappointed, I smiled. From this, I gleaned three useful
pieces of information.
First, I was no longer a stranger to her, nor a bad person.
This was within my expectations. I had been in her sight for nearly two months; I didn't believe she hadn't observed me.
Two months is usually enough to discern whether a person is good or bad. Most importantly, people have inertia. When someone
frequently appears in your life, even without much conversation, it's definitely better than a stranger—that's human nature.
Otherwise, do you really think I'd be selling clothes for no reason?
Second, she might have become curious about me.
In fact, she got used to my presence within a month. We had simple conversations, but I never
talked to her about anything else, and she never initiated any topics. I believe she definitely knew my intentions. We're both adults
; we both understand each other without needing to say it. She just probably hadn't seen me pursue a woman like this before.
Remember, women are naturally curious creatures. Regardless of their personality, once they're curious,
they'll want to understand. Besides breaking down her defenses, this was the fundamental reason I didn't talk to her.
Thirdly, she wanted to understand me, or subconsciously wanted to treat me as a friend.
I'm not narcissistic, and I'm always quite rational in my judgments. If she really wanted to get rid of me, she would have done it already, not
waited two months. And did she really just sit there like an idiot while we ate? It's obvious she wants to chat. If it was just
politeness, or simply feeling embarrassed, she would have invited me to dinner a month ago and told me to get lost.
So, in conclusion, I successfully broke down her first layer of defenses and took a solid
step towards becoming ordinary friends!
You can't possibly understand how excited I was that day. Two months of lonely endurance finally brought a glimmer of hope
. That day, I talked to her a lot, instead of just putting on a monologue. Even the most eloquent person
will become mute if the other party remains unmoved, so that night my advantage was fully utilized.
A month passed, and I consolidated my gains very well. During this time, I would joke with her, but I was very careful about the boundaries.
I would also care about her, but not be overly enthusiastic. At the same time, I also realized that she wasn't intentionally cold; it was
just her true nature. However, she was still very guarded and rarely talked about herself. I knew I was just an ordinary
friend to her.
Another half month passed, and I began to plan the fourth step of my plan—testing the waters!
Here, I want to ask a question first: why do men sometimes feel hesitant when pursuing women?
Let me tell you, everyone has definitely seen Hong Kong gambling movies…
(Liang Zhong: Jing Da t_t, damn it, don't make me cry anymore, hurry up and tell me, I've
already taken my pants off…)
Hong Kong gambling movies usually feature high-tech cheating gadgets, although the protagonist always ends up being defeated, but
that's absolutely nonsense; a person can never win against technology. When bad people cheat, they usually don't aim to eliminate
their opponent, but rather to find out their opponent's hand. Because not knowing this information leads to hesitation, timidity,
and even being intimidated by the opponent's all-in strategy.
This psychology is called the fear of the unknown, a very common human fear.
People always hold a sense of awe towards the unknown—ghosts, darkness, unknown creatures, large
sums of money, and so on. We cherish life because we fear death. We fear death
because we don't know where we go after death. If you were told that there would be plenty of money to squander and
beautiful women to play with after death, I believe everyone would rush to die.
This is not an exaggeration. Why are those who believe in Falun Gong not afraid of death?
Because they have been brainwashed! They believe they will become immortals or Buddhas after death, so they self-immolate, commit suicide
, and are even happy about it! If you try to stop them from dying, they will fight you to the death because they no longer fear death and
know the "truth" about it.
So now I can answer that previous question: you were hesitant to pursue a girl because you didn't know the final
outcome. So, when the time was right, I decided to find out her true feelings.
A simple move: I disappeared for a few days.
Those of you who've read about 17-year-old high school students probably think I'm playing hard to get again, but I can tell you definitively,
no. Playing hard to get only works if the other person already likes you, and right now I had no idea
what Sister Hui felt. I needed to test where I stood in her heart. This was crucial because it determined my
fifth step in the strategy.
I disappeared for five days. Okay, I admit, I spent those days having sex with Sister Zhao. A person's energy is limited
; if you give it to one, you'll have less for the other. I didn't want Sister Zhao to think I was tired of her.
Five days later, I returned, a little nervous, because the answer was about to be revealed. I
don't remember the exact words, but that's the gist of it.
She asked me what was wrong, and I said it was something personal. After saying that, I stared intently at her, anticipating her next
question; I could feel my heart pounding. Finally, she asked—"What is it?"
I immediately beamed, incredibly excited!
You're probably confused now, thinking, "It's just three words, why all the excitement?" Well, I can only say your
emotional intelligence is on a completely different wavelength…
Let's switch roles. I'm still me, and you're Hui-jie. If I were just a friend,
after I emphasized it was "personal," you definitely wouldn't pry into my privacy anymore, because you
might feel indifferent or uninterested, and most importantly, our relationship hasn't reached that stage yet. Similarly
, if I asked about your privacy, you wouldn't answer; you'd feel repulsed and uncomfortable.
That's the crux of the matter: even when I deliberately emphasized it was "personal," she still asked me, which proves that
subconsciously she already considers it okay to pry into my privacy, and that she sees me as a relatively close friend. What's more,
Sister Hui is usually a quiet, aloof, and cold beauty who doesn't like gossip!
Chairman Mao said, "Details determine success or failure," and this is the detail!
Having obtained this trump card, I knew the day I conquered her was not far off. Thinking of her mature and voluptuous
body, my little brother was already itching for more…
I began to plan the fifth step—the offensive!
From that day on, I began to openly pursue her. I showed her care and concern in her daily life, offered her
opinions and advice at work, and showered her with unrestrained sweet words. I was no longer hesitant, my confidence soaring, because I knew
her trump card, and I was certain of victory!
Surely some people will ask, aren't you afraid she just sees me as a good friend?
I remember a saying: can there be pure friendship between men and women? I wouldn't say there isn't, but it's
rare. Besides, she should have known my intentions from the first day I helped her sell clothes. If I didn't like her, would I
have been pestering her? We're both adults; we both know this perfectly well. Her not rejecting me is the best answer.
I don't want to continue writing here, because there's no challenge anymore; everything else is familiar and falls into
place naturally.
The first time I slept with her, I excitedly fucked her for most of the night, ejaculating five times, all inside her. This was my first
time having sex with this kind of icy woman, and it felt incredibly fresh and exciting. Watching the usually stern Hui-jie
moaning beneath me, the intense sense of accomplishment even surpassed the act of sex itself.
More than six months! Brothers! She's incredibly conservative, almost scrutinizing men with a harsh gaze
, seemingly born with a distrust of them. I touched her entire body a long time ago, but she just
wouldn't let me fuck her. If I hadn't timed things perfectly, I might still be struggling to sleep with her.
She's divorced, the child was awarded to her father, and her family wasn't well-off. She struggled alone in the city, working for
several years to save up enough money to open a small shop; her life has been quite tragic. Perhaps that's why she
's so closed off and unapproachable. She said several men had pursued her before, but she
never gave them a chance, just like she had treated me before.
I asked why she didn't kick me out, and she said she used to find me very annoying, thinking I was a persistent, vengeful ghost,
but since I always stood at the shop entrance, she couldn't get rid of me. I didn't talk to her or bother her, so she could
n't find a reason to leave.
Hearing this, I realized how brilliant I was; I was practically a genius!
She said she'd never seen anyone as eccentric as me, coming every day as a waiter and ignoring the lady of the shop,
she had no idea what I was up to. She also said I was sincere, and that I treated every customer like a hostess
. At first, she thought I was faking it, but after a while, she realized it wasn't true, and that's when she
started to find me more agreeable. Later, she gradually got used to it, and found it quite nice to have someone always around.
Actually, I know she's lonely inside; I can feel it. Alone in the city, she constantly
has to endure helplessness. The kind of person she is either completely indifferent or, when she does love, it's all-consuming, it's madness.
I didn't put in much effort to "train" her, and now she's completely obedient to me. In her own words,
I treat her very well, and she cherishes this relationship.
I truly do treat her very well. I can rush to her apartment late at night to deliver
supper just because she calls, and I can immediately take time off work to see her when I learn she's sick. I never treat women as tools for venting; I always
treat them as girlfriends. I think I'm just naturally a romantic.
Everything is relative; you treat her well, and she'll treat you well in return.
A month ago, Sister Hui, who had never given oral sex to a man in her 35 years of life, not only gave me her first oral sex experience
, but also automatically sucks my penis and tries her best to please me under my gaze, letting me ejaculate in her mouth (which she then spits out).
Before bed, she always puts on stockings and high heels first, and then performs foot fetish and breast fetish on me in turn. A few days ago, she even gave me a deep thrust,
and finally, a facial. Recently, I'm planning to explore her anus and have her try swallowing semen.
In conclusion: The biggest challenge in this case is how to approach an ice queen,
a problem I believe is also troubling many men. There are no secrets, shortcuts, or fixed tricks for picking up girls. Understanding women
's psychology is the key to success.
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Liang Zhong looked bewildered: Mirror, is it that thumb that looks like a penis head in the upper right corner of the webpage?
Mirror roared: Yes! My cataracts are finally gone! It's that penis head!
Liang Zhong weakly said: But the penis head is very fragile, too much masturbation will damage it…
Mirror: Then offer your penis head!
Liang Zhong blushed: I want to… but my penis head is inflamed from masturbation…
Mirror looked heartbroken: Brother, how much hatred do you have for your penis head…
Haha, just a joke I made up on the spot. Liang Zhong is one of the most senior readers, I believe he won't mind
!
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