[You reap what you sow]

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The weather in the southwest is quite pleasant. While it's not like Kunming's year-round spring-like climate, it's not as freezing as the north where you're practically numb, nor as hot as Japan where you have no desire at all.
It's early spring now, and although the cold snap lingers, the sun seems to be peeking out. Good weather always puts me in a good mood, so since it's the weekend and I have nothing better to do, I thought I'd go out for a stroll
and clear my head, letting the fatigue of the work week melt away. What to wear? Oh dear, I never have time to wash my underwear, and now I don't even have a change. Might as well go without one; the cold wind will surely feel wonderful on my private parts. I'm wearing a long red trench coat over a yellow cashmere sweater—the hem of the coat just barely covers my nipples—paired with a white mini-skirt and stockings, and brown ankle boots. Okay, all geared up, ready to go. Oh dear, I almost forgot my bag!
Having just graduated, I rented a small apartment in Chengdu, but due to the rent, it was quite far from the city center.
Luckily, transportation is convenient now with the subway. Reaching the subway station entrance, I suddenly realized I had to go down the stairs. Oh dear, would anyone see me?
I had to tightly clamp my beautiful white legs together, tiptoeing as I went; from a distance, it looked like I was holding in my pee.
Just as I reached the bottom, letting out a sigh of relief, thinking everything was fine, my clumsy nature kicked in again, and I went to the wrong station! The train was about to leave, and in a hurry, I strode back. By a hair's breadth, I didn't miss the train.
Wait, isn't that the handsome guy I saw at the wrong station before? He also went to the wrong station! What a coincidence, he made it too! Feeling quite excited after the vigorous exercise, my hormones were surging, and I decided to strike up a conversation with him.
"Hey, you got off at the wrong stop too."
"Ah." He paused for a moment.
"I saw you at the previous stop." I smiled shyly.
"Oh, right, what a coincidence." He smiled too, but something felt off. Could it be... he saw I wasn't wearing underwear? My face instantly turned bright red.
He seemed to realize something and, taking advantage of the crowded train, pressed himself against me. The other passengers, seeing how happy we were chatting, didn't seem to find it strange. Oh no, I'm not being followed!
I gently pushed him away. "Don't get so close." Just as I was about to move away, the train braked suddenly, and I lost my balance and fell into his arms. This gave him the chance. He smiled ingratiatingly and said, "It's okay, I'll protect you."
I didn't know what to say. Anyway, it wasn't too far. Oh well, he was quite handsome.
As the train moved along, his penis suddenly became erect. I was stunned, too afraid to speak or turn around, lest he discover I had discovered his assault.
He rubbed his penis against my buttocks with the train's swaying. I felt incredibly aroused, even reacting—it was so stimulating.
I thought, since there were so many people around, he wouldn't dare do anything rash, so I'd let him rub against me to his heart's content. My breathing quickened, and I could almost feel his breath near my ear, as if he were truly penetrating me.
The station bell woke me up. The train doors had barely opened halfway when I dashed out, like a prey escaping its prey, so easily. I hurriedly hid in the women's restroom, lifting my skirt, which was soaked through, almost dripping down my legs. Thinking back, it was truly thrilling and pleasurable, and I felt quite happy. What to do when lust arises? Of course, release it! I was lost in ecstasy, my eyes wide open but unable to see anything, my mouth agape, my hand moving, moving… moving.
Just as I was feeling comfortable, I looked up and saw a hand holding a phone. It was in the cubicle; I hadn't seen it before. When did it appear there? It was filming. My heart pounded, and I felt completely lost. That one second of stunned silence felt like the longest second of my life. Instantly, my subconscious self-preservation instinct kicked in, and I slammed my hand against the wall behind me, covering my private parts. The hand withdrew, remaining still for a long time. What should I do? I've been filmed. I want to escape, but... I'm too scared to go out. What should I do...?
"Knock, knock, knock." A knock on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock, knock." It was me.
It was the voice of that person on the subway. "If you don't open the door, I'll post the video online. It's exciting!" Even if I don't open the door now, I can't stay in here forever. He'll definitely be waiting for me outside. Call the police; arresting him won't leak the video. "I'll send it now!" "No!" "I've already started sending it, now I just need to press the confirmation button!" "No!" "I'll count to 3, 2, 1 and open the door, or I'll send it right away!" "Please, please don't!" "3...21." I was terrified and impulsively opened the door. He rushed in and closed the door instantly. I rushed to grab his phone, but he grabbed me.
He grabbed me and started to forcefully kiss me. "Little slut, it must have been hard for you to hold back, right?" "Uh...uh...no, I didn't." My mouth was pressed against his lips, making soft, whimpering sounds.
"Not yet, I could tell from the itching you were feeling when you went up the stairs." "You actually saw it right away?" "Yeah, you were just asking me to fuck you, weren't you?" "No, no, that's not it." "So you've got your eye on me, and if you've got your eye on me, you're going to let me fuck you." "No, I'm not a casual woman." "Not a casual woman? When my big cock was pressing against you on the subway, you seemed to enjoy it so much and didn't resist at all." "That's because I was afraid of losing face and afraid of getting you arrested." "I haven't even fucked you yet and you're already worried about me? Fine, I'll make you my concubine." "No, I won't be a concubine." "Fine, I'll make an exception and make you my wife." "Ah! That's not what I meant. I don't want either a wife or a concubine." "That's not up to you. I'll post your video online." "You, you bastard." "I'm fucking your balls." "Ah, you pervert."
He lifted my skirt. "It's all wet, and you still don't want it?" "No, you bastard." I tried to push his hand away, but what could I do? I'm powerless.
He immediately shoved two fingers into my wet cave. "How's it? Feeling good?" "You bastard, I've never tried two fingers before, so thick, so deep, ah, ah!"
He laughed loudly. "Haha, your husband's big cock is even thicker and deeper." "You pervert, I don't believe you, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
Suddenly someone walked in, and we both immediately fell silent. It seemed that all we could hear was the girl's voice: the sound of the door opening, closing, locking, urinating, pulling up her pants, then the sound of the door opening again, closing again, and walking out. Throughout this, he didn't stop using his fingers on me; in fact, it became more and more intense. I could barely hold back my tears.
The moment she walked out, I rushed up and gave the subway guy a bear hug, then started kissing him wildly. "Shameless! How can you bully people like this? Mwah mwah mwah!"
"How was it? Feeling good? Serves you right for daring to call your husband a pervert, you bastard!"
I was submissive, like I'd been conquered. "So good, so good! Husband is the best! I want you!" "Hahaha, what do you want?"
"I want your big cock!"
"Okay, okay, suck it for me first."
"Mmm."
He pulled down his pants and pulled out a machine gun. My eyes widened like a fish's. "How's your weapon, husband?" "So powerful! Even more powerful than I said!" "That's a blessing you earned in your past life." "Yes, yes." "You didn't regret not opening the door earlier, did you?" "Not at all."
I sucked his big cock hard, trying to make it thinner, but I could never get it to. He seemed to be getting excited too, breathing heavily. Suddenly, he pressed me against the wall, pulled my skirt down to my ankles, picked me up, and started fucking me. His big cock was in front of me, and my back was pressed against the wall. I was sandwiched in the middle, feeling an indescribable sense of tightness and restraint. It felt so good. "Ah..." "Ugh ah..." "Ugh ah..." "Ugh..." "I'll fuck you to death, you little slut!" "Fuck me to death, fuck me to death!" He thrust harder and harder, each time as if he was going to break me. My pussy was slapping and receiving this unprecedented pleasure. He let out a cry, and a stream of clear fluid flowed into my tightly closed secret garden. I panted, immersed in this chaos.
"Ah!" I suddenly realized it was my fertile period. "What if I get pregnant?" "Fuck you, get out! What's it to me? You're the one who's fucking horny!" "How can you be like this? You're the one who did it, and you're not taking any responsibility at all!" "Fuck you, a woman as horny as you, who knows how many times a day she gets fucked? You got pregnant and are blaming me!" I burst into tears. "Waaah, I didn't! I haven't had sex in three months! Didn't you just say you were my husband?" "Damn it, you actually believe my fucking talk? I don't believe you. You're dressed so hornyly without underwear, you're probably ready to get fucked anytime!" "I didn't! It was an accident today. My underwear was dirty and I hadn't changed it." "You're just a prostitute who has nothing to wear, you're all dirty!" I grabbed his hand. "No, it's not like that, you have to believe me." He shoved me away, "Get out!" and stormed out the door. I was left alone, sobbing.
"Forget it, what am I thinking? It was just a one-night stand, a very lukewarm affair, driven by desire." "Besides, who said I was definitely pregnant? It's not even close to being confirmed." I laughed self-deprecatingly.
Years later, my child is five years old, and my family life is happy. My husband loves me and will try to satisfy me, even though he can't have children, he treats my child like his own. He's never pressured me to talk about my past relationships, even though this is my first marriage. Facing such a perfect husband, I still can't help but recall that man on the subway, the way he stormed out, the way he treated me like a sex dumping ground, his powerful penis. If I could see him again, perhaps I would want to be fucked by him without hesitation, treating me like a tool for his venting, like a public toilet.

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