【Strange Pillow】

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A Strange Pillow

In recent years, the economy has been sluggish, and many people have lost their jobs or had their salaries frozen. However, Shuya's husband, Aqing, works in

high-tech is doing quite well, making a lot of money every year. Therefore, he has actually received a slight raise. Near the end of the year, the company is holding

a cocktail party, inviting all employees and their families.

Shuya's husband is a very image-conscious person, and as a high-ranking executive in his company, he insists that Shuya dress

beautifully for the party. So today, she came home from work early, took a shower, and chose a rather "sparkly" fitted

halter-neck evening gown for the party. The weather is cold, so Shuya has no reason to wear high-heeled sandals.

Therefore, she chose a pair of suede pointed-toe high heels, and paired them with black silk stockings from Sogo. With this,

plus a wool shawl, Shuya felt very elegant and radiant when she looked in the mirror.

In truth, Shuya and her husband's relationship had been quite lukewarm for the past few years. Shuya, in her early thirties, naturally had more needs, but

no matter how she dressed up or hinted, she couldn't arouse his interest. Most of the time, it was just a routine. He

seemed more interested in high-tech products than Shuya, spending his evenings online until late at night. Shuya had lost interest

in flirting with him; their relationship was just that of a mundane, everyday couple, so she hadn't made any effort to dress up

as a wealthy lady in a long time. However, outsiders said Shuya was naturally beautiful, possessing a natural ladylike charm

, looking comfortable even

without

much makeup. This saved Shuya from the incessant chatter and discussions about cosmetics that her middle-aged colleagues at work had. At 7 pm, Aqing picked Shuya up in his 1997 Accord, urging her to get in quickly without even glancing at her,

and hurriedly drove to the Grand Hyatt Hotel in Wan Chai. Fortunately, Shuya was used to this attitude and didn't say much. Upon arriving at the hotel,

the event had already begun. It seemed the company's senior management had finished speaking. After apologizing for being late, Aqing became

more lively , introducing Shuya to his colleagues. At their first meeting, their first words were often praise for

her husband's good fortune in marrying such a beautiful and elegant woman. Aqing was naturally quite proud. Shuya, unfamiliar with

these people, after some pleasantries, took a "Crying Mary" and went to a corner of the lobby to find a seat

to be alone. Sitting next to Shuya was a tall, thin

man in his thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who smiled and watched the people coming and going, exchanging pleasantries, without joining in. Seeing Shuya

sit down, he politely gave a slight bow, to which she nodded in return.

The people around them chatted and laughed enthusiastically, leaving Shuya and him alone in a corner in silence, which was indeed rather awkward. He

broke the silence first, introducing himself softly as Tony. Shuya also introduced herself as Sus-

An. He then said that he was a rather quiet person and wasn't used to flitting around in front of so many people like a butterfly fluttering among

flowers , so he had come here to avoid the crowd. Shuya laughed and said that she felt the same way. So they

chatted casually. Shuya felt that he was a very nice and refined person. Although he wasn't the kind of handsome and

dashing man who would make her swoon, she had a very good and comfortable impression of him. However, Shuya's female intuition told her that his eyes

were not so restless. She looked at herself carefully. Her figure in her evening dress was indeed quite alluring, but it was well covered by

a wool shawl, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Then she noticed his gaze was fixed on Shuya's feet.

Shuya was dressed rather conservatively today, with only her feet, clad in high heels, exposed to the air. Her feet

were already beautiful, and the shape of her high heels was elegant. Combined with the sheen of her black crystal stockings in the bright light,

Shuya herself found them quite aesthetically pleasing. He was looking at her feet, and she felt a mixture of unease and excitement.

Other men would have certainly tucked their feet back under their skirts, but with this charming and agreeable

man, Shuya felt completely at ease and happily maintained her seated posture. They seemed to

understand each other's feelings; one continued to look, the other remained still, and their pleasant conversation could

easily go on for another two hours.

Suddenly, Aqing emerged from the bustling crowd. Upon seeing Shuya, he complained that she had disappeared

. But when he saw Tony, he became excited, saying that Tony was here, and that he

had been looking to greet her. He loudly introduced Tony to Shuya, saying, "Tony, our CEO!"

So he was Aqing's boss? Shuya was a little surprised, but Tony grabbed Aqing and

laughed, telling him not to be so loud. Aqing then returned to normal, saying, "Oh, sorry, I forgot to mention,

Tony is actually very low-key." So Aqing then spent some time

introducing . Unlike others, Tony didn't say that her husband was lucky, but only that she was a very elegant

person.

Aqing was quickly pulled away to chat with others, leaving Shuya and Tony to continue their conversation. Tony

suddenly smiled and said that having someone like her was a blessing not only for Aqing but for everyone else as well, because

she gave off a very comfortable, mature, and elegant vibe, and being with her was a pleasant experience. Although she had often heard

people say that Shuya was beautiful, for some reason, coming from Tony, she felt it was very sincere and made

her happy.

The highlight of the party wasn't anything special; it was the usual lucky draw. Tony went on stage on behalf of

the company to thank the employees for their hard work and drew the grand prizes as encouragement. The first prize was a high-end stereo system worth tens of thousands

of yuan. The other prizes included health products and household items, all relatively expensive brand-name goods. Aqing was lucky; Tony

drew her name, and she won two sets of magnetic health pillows. For some reason, Shuya felt that

Tony was acting strangely. When he drew names for others, he would symbolically turn the slip of paper with their names

on it so everyone could see it, to show fairness, even though he knew they were standing far away from him

. But when it was Aqing's turn, he didn't do this. However, Aqing didn't win any

important prizes, so no one cared.

After returning home, Aqing said he was very tired and wanted to take a shower and go to bed first. Shuya let him be. After

showering quickly returned to his room, took out one of the magnetic health pillows, and happily told her that it would come in

handy to see if it could promote sleep and reduce fatigue. Then he took their two original pillows, replaced them with the new

ones, and fell asleep. Shuya watched TV for a while, then also felt sleepy and decided to take another shower

before to bed.

As the hot water sprayed from the showerhead onto Shuya's nipples and genitals, she felt a ticklish

sensation . Admiring her remarkably smooth and perfect skin, she rubbed her sensitive areas. It felt wonderful.

The pleasure was like a suppressed volcano, ready to erupt without end. Her tender

nipples were becoming increasingly engorged with blood, appearing more and more vibrant. Suddenly, Tony's

gentle . She fantasized about him, naked, embracing her from behind, one hand gently

caressing her breasts, the other sliding down to her crotch, softly stroking her, making her moan. Then he would breathe into

Shuya 's ear and whisper, "I really like ladies like you. I enjoy this

gentle pleasure with you." Then he moved to the front, straightened his penis, and slowly, gently, inserted it. It was

warm and gentle, and Shuya was intoxicated…

Suddenly, she felt the water was a little hot, and Shuya came to her senses. Recalling the fantasy she had just had, she

blushed , but was also very excited. She wasn't the kind of promiscuous woman, and she didn't like

the wild thrusting of Aqing, who had watched too many adult films during their honeymoon. What she liked was the gentle, slow

feeling of Tony in her fantasy. Even just a little gentleness was enough for her. Unfortunately, she had nothing now… Oh, never mind

. Shuya quickly dried herself, dried her hair with a hairdryer, changed into a nightgown, and went back to her room to sleep.

As soon as she entered the room, she felt something was off. Hmm, she wasn't used to it. Aqing's familiar snoring was gone, and

everything was eerily quiet. Suddenly, someone stole a kiss on Shuya's neck from behind, and two hands tightly hugged her. Shuya screamed

in fright . Aqing's voice rang in her ear: "Wife, don't be afraid, it's me, your

darling husband." He then gently kissed her from her neck to her cheek, then to her ear, blowing softly in her ear. Shuya,

still shaken, said, "What are you doing? Weren't you asleep?"

Aqing's hand had already slipped inside Shuya's loose nightgown, and he was still breathing in her

ear saying, "Hoo, I can't sleep. That pillow makes me more energetic the more I sleep. Thinking about you tonight, you

were absolutely stunning, noble, elegant, and charming... Hoo, I love you so much, my darling wife, hoo..."

Aqing's behavior was so gentle that Shuya could hardly believe it. Usually, when he got into bed, it was like Guo Jing using the Eighteen Subduing

Dragon Palms quick and easy, not particularly powerful or long-lasting, just a routine. His

behavior … She was most afraid of this kind of treatment. He blew on her skin, then gently kissed her cheek, and Shuya was already

trembling. Then, he slowly pulled on the belt of her nightgown, causing it to slip gently to the floor. His touch

sent a shiver down her spine, and she inexplicably turned to kiss him passionately, falling onto the bed and entwining herself. She

never usually thought the bed was particularly nice, but today it felt incredibly soft. Aqing's kissing skills were also much better

than usual ; his tongue swirled, sucked, and licked, as if drawing Shuya's soul away. His

hands were also unusually gentle, like two balls of cotton sliding over her body. Shuya's body felt

weak , and she unconsciously rubbed against his. Suddenly the room lights came on. She instinctively pulled a corner of

the blanket over her upper body, when she heard Aqing say, "Wife, no! I want to see if your body is still

as smooth as before. I turned on the light just to admire it." Shuya stared at him, feeling very strange. This little rascal

always did it with the lights off. She usually dressed conservatively, occasionally buying a couple of sets of sexy

lingerie to show him before bed to add some spice. He would just smile, and

after , they'd still do it, at most praising the lingerie's style in bed. He'd never been

so enthusiastic before. Oh well, if he was happy, let him be. Wasn't she quite "sexually aroused" herself? Aqing

moved Shuya's hand away from the blanket. Being seen in the light wasn't something Shuya was used to. Seeing Aqing's

eager expression, her face flushed, and she quickly closed her eyes, avoiding his greedy gaze. Suddenly, she wanted to see

if she really attracted Aqing that much, so Shuya secretly opened her eyes and glanced at her body. Although

they had been married for many years, she had maintained herself quite well. Her breasts were perfectly round and symmetrical, she still

had a small waist, and her legs were as long as before. To be honest, she was enough to seduce many people if she went out. But Ah Qing had never really

complimented her before they got married. Now, however, he seemed to need her so much, which made her feel much better.

It seemed that Ah Qing was really excited today. He kneaded Shu Ya's breasts with both hands, his movements sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and kissed

her from head to toe. Shu Ya's reaction had been aroused, and she naturally made "mmm"

sounds . Her hands naturally hugged Ah Qing's head and subconsciously pressed it against her chest. It felt so good. If Ah Qing

treated her like this every day, Shu Ya would be willing to hug his head to her chest like a plush toy every night.

They rolled around on the bed, their breathing quickening. Aqing's interest was now focused on

Shuya's thighs, rubbing them repeatedly and occasionally licking the inside of her thighs.

Shuya, feeling empty inside, took advantage of Aqing's caresses of her legs to knead her breasts with both hands

. The room was quiet, save for their heavy breathing and the sounds of Aqing kissing her thighs. Suddenly,

Aqing stopped, leaning close to Shuya's ear and saying, "Wife, I'm so excited tonight, I want to

try something new, what do you say?" Shuya was in the throes of passion, utterly captivated by Aqing. His sudden stop

made her anxious. "This rascal," she thought, "he's really up to something tonight. Fine, let's see what new

tricks ."

Shuya turned her head away from him, feigning anger, and said, "What new tricks are you up to? Aren't you satisfied with just turning on the lights

? I'm not playing SM with you. If you want to play, go play by yourself." Aqing leaned closer to her ear and said urgently,

"No, no, my dear wife, your body is so noble, how could I dare to play SM? I just want you dressed

so I can make love to you properly. Please, my dear wife, you're dressed so elegantly today,

you've made me dizzy with desire, please just this once, please just this once."

After so many years of marriage, this was the first time Shuya had heard Aqing say the words "dizzy with desire."

She was overjoyed. She remembered him saying those words when he proposed. Back then, because of those words, she hadn't thought

much of it happily accepted his proposal. Now, hearing those words again, Shuya stopped arguing

and softly leaned into his arms, whispering, "So what do you want?"

Seeing her say that, Aqing knew it was probably true, and said happily, "Actually, I just want

you to wear the whole outfit you wore tonight so we can make love. I think you look

really beautiful ."

Sigh, a long time ago, I had bought adult DVDs with Aqing and watched them. When we first got internet at home, I had also read the articles

Aqing had downloaded. These were all about teachers and nurses in uniform being raped. Back then, I laughed

at how adult content creators had run out of ideas and were only doing these uniform-themed tricks. But now that Aqing wanted to play with uniforms,

Shuya didn't care. In fact, she was secretly quite happy. Girls dress up half for their own pleasure and

half to get attention. But ultimately, aren't these women dressing up for their husbands' pleasure? Without

saying anything more, Shuya got up, took out the tight-fitting halter-neck evening gown from the closet, and put it on. Aqing had aroused Shuya's desire

, and she wanted to get back to bed quickly to be intimate with him, so she hurriedly got

dressed

. Just as she was about to zip up her pants from behind, Aqing pulled Shuya up, rested his head on her shoulder, and caressed her breasts with one hand while zipping up her pants with the other. Shuya turned around happily, ready to pull him to bed, when suddenly

he said, "Wife, we're still missing stockings and high heels. Your beautiful legs look absolutely radiant

in . And those high heels of yours are both sexy and elegant;

they look wonderful on you!"

Shuya had never imagined that Aqing would think of so many things besides his work. Normally, she would

have questioned him about watching too many adult films, but now, seeing his soft, gentle voice, every word hitting her

sweet spot, Shuya simply agreed.

So Shuya put her black stockings with lotus flower embroidery on the heels back on, and then slipped on her suede

pointed-toe high heels. Today, Aqing was really in the mood. As she pulled the stockings up, his

lips followed, kissing her thighs, his hands constantly caressing her.

Shuya had never experienced anything like this before. Under Aqing's influence, the feel of the stockings against her delicate

skin was incredibly smooth. Aqing's hands seemed to have an electric effect,

arousing her wherever they touched, a feeling of both itchiness and excitement. Shuya knew her lower body was already very wet, but she dared not look directly

at it . Occasionally, she saw Aqing holding her thighs with relish, enjoying this strange

sexual act as if savoring a delicacy, and she felt a little embarrassed. This feeling was hard to describe; after so many years of marriage

, there were no taboos anymore.

But now, for some reason, she felt a little shy, as if Shuya were having an affair, and Aqing wasn't her

husband … Her husband wasn't Aqing… Her husband wasn't her husband… What was her husband? Shuya was a little confused, and in her excitement

, someone unconsciously appeared in her mind…

It was him!? Tony, whom she had only met tonight? Unconsciously, Shuya had already placed him

in her current husband's body. In her heart, the one kissing her now was him, not her old, wooden husband. What did

it matter? Whether it was him or Aqing, as long as someone treated her sincerely like this, and was willing to make love

to her earnestly, Shuya would willingly give herself to him. But now she couldn't think too much, because Aqing

had already pushed her onto the bed, lifted her skirt, put her legs on his shoulders, took a deep breath, and

slowly inserted his penis little by little. Shuya's lower body suddenly felt like it was

being filled . This tube wasn't like an iron pipe, because being too hard would only cause her some pain at first, but this tube

wasn't a soft tube either, because it was flexible yet strong. She had never realized that Ah Qing's manhood could be so good. The slow,

penetrating penetration was incredibly satisfying. Her legs involuntarily tightened around Ah Qing's neck. Ah Qing, perhaps feeling uncomfortable, supported her legs with

both hands , stroking her ankles as he breathed heavily, saying, "Wife, you look so sexy

and mature in stockings. Look, your feet are so sexy."

Because her evening gown was lifted, Shu Ya's entire thighs were perfectly exposed. She could clearly

see the sheen of flesh through the stockings under the wall lamp; they were indeed very beautiful. Previously, she had only worn black stockings for work

or public events, never realizing that stockings could be so sexy.

Now, Ah Qing had finally discovered it.

Once the desire hidden beneath the black evening gown was aroused, it couldn't be suppressed. Like

a genie in a bottle, it needed to fulfill three wishes of its master to be free. Shu Ya was the same now;

she find satisfaction in Ah Qing's extreme excitement and contentment. She moved in perfect harmony with her husband's thrusts,

as if it were an innate pleasure. Sexual excitement burned within them, the tight connection between their flesh and his penis giving

them seemingly inexhaustible energy. They tirelessly repeated the same movements, the same moans, the same

gasps, yet this monotony was undeniably captivating. Their passion reached its peak as Ah Qing's hands gradually caressed

Shu Ya 's inner thighs, releasing, exploding, and surging waves of love that seemed

to erupt from the earth, dormant for years. With each wave of love released, they couldn't help but let out

ecstatic moans. Only when his semen completely filled Shu Ya's body did he thrust heavily into her,

holding her tightly. Shu Ya became a blissful little woman, resting her head on his chest, coquettishly

rubbing her legs against his, maintaining this intimate warmth. After

their intimate encounter, Aqing drifted off to sleep, but Shuya still had a sliver of energy. She removed her evening gown and high heels

, intending to take off her stockings as well, but the lingering sensation on her legs and the lack of

strength left her. She lay back on the bed, too lazy to remove them. Unable to fall asleep, she kept replaying everything in her mind,

finding it unbelievably crazy, yet also incredibly enjoyable. For some reason, whenever she thought about the passionate moments, she

unconsciously projected Tony's image onto Aqing. A strange feeling arose; she felt she

didn't want to be her husband, but rather Tony—his gentle demeanor and intimate actions seemed to have

captivated her at first sight. Shuya didn't know where this feeling came from; she just felt like a woman having an affair tonight,

but she did it with complete self-righteousness, as if her ex-husband had wronged her…

In a hazy dream, Shuya, with the pillow she had won back tonight, drifted off to sleep. In her dream, she

became a teacher, wearing black glasses, a pure white, transparent blouse and skirt, and white stockings.

Wearing high heels, Tony sat obediently in a classroom, dressed in his school uniform. Shuya approached him and

smiled sweetly, "Tony is such a good boy, let the teacher reward you properly." Then, she slowly

undressed in front of him, leaving only a transparent lace bra, stockings, and high heels. Then, they

made love on the classroom platform. Drops of love juice dripped onto the floor. His penis truly occupied her, making

Shuya willingly moan with pleasure in front of him, tilting her head back to let him kiss every inch of her body...

Then, Shuya seemed to drift into another dream, finding herself wearing a blue flight attendant uniform

and black stockings, boarding a Boeing passenger plane. The announcement on board was, "This flight is from the United States to Taiwan."

She went to Tony and asked, "Sir, what do you want?" He smiled and looked up, his deep eyes

warm, and said very politely, "Miss, I want your breast milk." So the broadcast switched to a low

blues tune. Shuya was carefully stripped of her uniform bit by bit by Tony, then lay down on the passenger seat,

letting Tony lift her legs and lick her toes through her stockings with his tongue. A hot, erect penis

instantly satisfied her…

Finally, Shuya dreamt that she was sitting in a large house in Tokyo, dressed in a kimono. A naked Tony walked in, followed by Aqing, who didn't even glance at her husband. She moved intimately and respectfully to Tony, taking

his penis into her mouth.

His penis... Later, he took off Shuya's kimono,

revealing the crystal-clear flesh-colored stockings underneath. His penis, like a vine, suddenly grew longer and longer, wrapping around her body a few times before deeply penetrating her lower body. She kissed

Tony sweetly in front of the former Aqing ... 　　She slept in a daze for an unknown amount of time until dawn. Aqing still got up early as usual, hurriedly washed up as , and didn't say much to Shuya. She simply said, "I'm going to the mainland to check the goods today, and I won't be able to go home until the day after tomorrow," and left. Everything seemed normal, the passion of last night long gone , as if the fleeting warmth was merely a self-comforting illusion. She was somewhat dazed, lazily getting up and slowly preparing the bread in the toaster. She glanced at herself in the mirror several times; though her appearance was no different from usual, she felt she looked prettier than usual, even her smile had a certain charm. A long-buried sense of ease and happiness resurfaced, a feeling from many years ago, when she was newly married , nestled in Aqing's arms, letting him do as he pleased, listening to their vows of eternal love—that was the beautiful feeling she had… Many years had passed; people change. Her husband had changed, Shuya had changed. Although she considered herself still beautiful, that deep-seated feeling wasn't easily retrieved. Why had it suddenly resurfaced today? 　　A name vaguely surfaced in Shuya's mind—Tony—but she dared not imagine it further. She believed in love at first sight; Aqing had said he had fallen for her at first sight. But what would happen if a married person fell in love at first sight? Shuya didn't know how long she could remain rational, but at least for now, she could stop thinking about him. However, she was very strange. Why was she so deeply impressed by him after only one meeting? Why was Aqing so different last night? Why did she have those dreams? It was as if a pair of pillows she had won had changed everything. The pillows… 　　Shuya rushed into the room and thoroughly examined the two pillows. They were ordinary magnetic pillows, no different from the ones she usually saw in department stores. The packaging was absolutely new and clean, without any signs of tampering. "Am I overthinking it?" After a moment of stunned silence, Shuya chuckled to herself. Sitting on the bed, she picked up the evening dress stained with Aqing's semen from last night, casually picked up a high heel, and fell into deep thought. 　　Shuya was late for work that day, but company policy allowed two late arrivals a month without penalty, so she didn't pay much attention . She was a little distracted at work that morning. Since it was almost the end of the year, most of her work was finished, with only routine summaries remaining. She also had half a day of annual leave left, so to clear her head, she asked her boss for permission. She planned to sneak home in the afternoon to clean and read, stealing a moment of peace. 　　After a leisurely afternoon, around 5 pm, the doorbell rang. Opening it, she found it was a package delivery. Since Aqing often participated in electronic auctions, Shuya assumed it was Aqing buying computer parts or audio-visual equipment. However, upon receiving the package, she was surprised to find it addressed to her. To avoid keeping the delivery person waiting, she signed for it and then took the package to examine it more closely. 　　After closing the door, she carefully read the signature and found it simply said "tony." Shuya immediately sensed something was about to happen and became nervous, even her movements were shaky as she opened the package. Upon opening it, she found a gift box wrapped in a heart shape, and she already knew what was going on. She should have thrown it out immediately, but for some reason, she found herself very interested in continuing to open it. When the gift box was opened, a pair of beautifully packaged flesh-colored crystal stockings and a pair of strappy black pointed high heels were prominently displayed before Shuya's eyes, along with a letter that read: "If you feel that last night's warmth is the life you deserve, if you still reminisce about last night's erotic dream, tonight at 7:30, Regent Hotel 1026." 　　Shuya tried her best to imagine the reaction of an ordinary married woman receiving such a letter. She should be panicked , at a loss for what to do, desperately wondering how the man knew her secret, or perhaps paranoid, thinking that she was being overly sensitive to the contents of the letter, thinking that what she was seeing was not real... In short, she should stand there muttering, "This isn't real, this isn't real." 　　However, she wasn't. Shuya wasn't surprised at all. She didn't know how she could be so calm, as if she had already foreseen that those strange pillows held a secret that no one else knew, as if she had already reached an unspoken understanding with Tony. Shuya now simply concluded that those pillows were indeed Tony's. It was Tony's doing; everything last night was his arrangement, though she didn't know how he did it. 　　In an instant, Shuya felt like a woman who had lost her virginity. Although Tony hadn't touched her, last night he had completely and utterly possessed every inch of her body and soul. Interestingly, Shuya felt no pain whatsoever, no guilt whatsoever for betraying her husband. Perhaps...

After years of marriage, their relationship had become merely about basic necessities, with true feelings long since lost? She was now incredibly

calm , even feeling a strange excitement and anticipation at the thought of tonight's rendezvous. Her mind replayed

the passionate moments of last night, and the longing to be kissed and whispered sweet nothings by him tonight…

Shuya had ignored the memories from 5:00 to 7:30; perhaps those memories were insignificant compared to the scene

at 7:30. Choosing clothes, taking a taxi, entering

room 1026 of the Regent Hotel, greeting Tony, drinking red wine, the candlelight dinner—all could be glossed over with an ellipsis

. Shuya was now in room 1026 of the Regent Hotel, before her Tony, dressed in a sharp suit,

with that sincere yet shy smile, sipping red wine. His gentle gaze seemed to see right through her, possessing her

from head to toe , yet that possession was so fulfilling and warm. Shuya, wearing a revealing lace

dress, sat leaning against the edge of the large double bed in the room, waiting for his actions.

However, he was in no hurry, simply chatting with Shuya as if they were old friends. After a while, they

talked about the pair of pillows from the previous day. He squinted and said, "To be honest, you know, those pillows have

hypnotic magic. I can make them change your thoughts, change your feelings for anyone. Of course, I won't make them

hurt you. Perhaps you've already sensed something unusual last night?"

Shuya gazed at him and asked, "So, have you made me fall in love with you at first sight?"

His gaze lingered on her for a long time, as if admiring a work of art, before he slowly said, "Look, you're here, aren't

you?"

At this moment, Shuya was speechless, and they both fell silent. After a long silence, he suddenly said, "Don't you like

the gift ?"

Shuya smiled, leisurely opened her handbag, and took out the stockings and high heels he had given her. Slowly, to the accompaniment of the blues music playing

in the room she slipped off her open-toed high-heeled sandals, carefully

putting the stockings on her legs, pulling them up little by little until they reached her knees, adjusting the tightness, and then continuing to pull them up, finally securing them with the garter belt. Then she gently

put the high heels on her feet and fastened the straps.

At that moment, Shuya felt she was enjoying the pleasure of being a sexy, wealthy woman, as if all of this was

what she should do to serve the real Aqing. In that instant, she truly felt her own alluring side; she

felt that she was truly a woman.

Tony smiled, walked over to Shuya, and sat down on the bed. His heavy, masculine scent immediately filled

her nostrils. He put an arm around her, and she nestled into his embrace without any awkwardness. Instead, she felt a gentle

joy, like a virtuous wife enjoying the bliss of newlywed life in her husband's arms. She didn't know why she felt

this way . She should have been filled with guilt for her affair, eager to make love with Tony,

but now Shuya peacefully enjoyed the moment, listening to him whisper in her ear, "You know, those

pillows are imbued with my power. Everything you thought about last night was real."

Shuya replied... She stared at him and said, "I don't care if it's true or not, no matter how you entered my husband's body,

no matter how you entered my dreams, I just want to ask one question: will you treat me well in the future?"

He laughed again, "Then let me ask you this in return: if I treat you well, will you treat me well for the rest of your life?"

They both fell silent, and after a long silence, they both suddenly laughed. His hand naturally

moved to Shuya's thigh, kissing her cheek as he did so, saying, "So sexy."

Shuya was moved, letting him kiss her from her cheek to her neck, from her neck to her chest. As he kissed her all the way down, she

naturally made comfortable sounds in her throat. She couldn't help but hug him tightly, their tongues meeting in a passionate kiss.

Once Pandora's box is opened, the things released are far more numerous than anyone can imagine.

Amidst their passionate kiss, they both sat in the center of the bed, Shuya's legs draped over his, tightly wrapped around his waist. He

responded to her passion by fervently kneading her breasts. His warm, large hands, through the silk fabric

, felt incredibly sweet against her chest. His hands pinched, caressed, rubbed, squeezed… simple

touches transformed into countless variations, bringing Shuya wave after wave of pleasure. Gradually, he freed one hand to

gently caress her stockinged thigh. The smoothness of the crystal stockings made his gestures more elusive. Shuya

admitted it was a strange sensation, but she loved it.

He seemed to be her natural love-hate partner; even though several parts of her body had already satisfied him, he

seemed unsatisfied, continuing to explore her sensitive areas. As they kissed, he suddenly lifted Shuya's sundress,

revealing her naked body to him. Her breasts, which she had deliberately left unbraced for the night, were

immediately in his view. Although she was somewhat prepared, her womanly instincts compelled her

to cover them with her hands.

Tony didn't immediately remove her hands; he simply stopped, studied her for a moment,

and after a moment of silence, said, "You're trembling." Shuya looked at herself and realized that her body was indeed trembling violently, unsure whether it

was excitement or nervousness. He pulled her into his arms, murmuring, "Don't be afraid, everything will be alright, everything

will be alright..." His lips then kissed her shoulder.

Shuya sobbed softly in his arms, feeling no guilt for betraying her husband, but rather a sense

of relief. For many years, she had searched for this kind of joy and warmth, but had never found it. Her closest relative

hadn't given it to her, yet a stranger she'd only met once had. She didn't even know his real

age or his hobbies, yet he had explored her body and possessed her, and she had completely accepted

this possession.

Finally, Shuya loosened her grip on her breasts, allowing him to caress them. He pulled down her panties,

his fingers probing her genitals. In this way, all her sensitive areas were liberated and possessed by him. She moaned

without restraint in front of him, letting his hands caress her, letting his burning lips kiss every

inch of her body, letting him turn her down onto the bed, placing her legs on his shoulders, licking her

high heels , her feet…

When she truly lost her virginity, her feelings were especially clear. Shuya felt his penis was already aimed at her

lower body. Even without penetration, the sensation of his penis gradually approaching her was already sending waves of

energy through her . The moment it touched her, she felt a jolt, as if she had been electrocuted. She involuntarily bit her lip, her hand...

She couldn't help but clench her fists. Good heavens, his intrusion wasn't just from his penis; his hands also simultaneously touched her

inner , her most sensitive spot! Shuya began to feel a little dazed. In her daze, "swoosh," though there was no

sound, she could feel his penis entering her vagina. Perhaps her vaginal walls were too tight; as his penis

slowly advanced inside, inch by inch, sometimes slightly withdrawing, the feeling of fullness sustained her—so

satisfying, so very satisfying. The feeling of entry was so similar to the feeling her husband had last night—firm

yet gentle, painless, but very solid. As he began to slowly thrust, that feeling of perfect pleasure

intensified. Shuya felt like she was sitting on a gently swaying boat, bobbing up and down, being lifted to the crest of a wave and then

pulled into the deepest valley. Watching her legs dangle from his shoulders, her high heels loosened,

one slipping off the heel, the remaining heel swaying violently as if about to fall, yet refusing

to. The feeling of being a lady mixed with a prostitute, a noblewoman mixed with a slave, intensified within her, giving her a strange

excitement that spurred her to respond even more to his thrusts. Their synchronized movements produced a series of "

slapping " sounds. Sweat silently covered their bodies.

Perhaps they had held on for a long time, or perhaps only for a second; who knew? Pleasure is a wondrous

thing; you can't grasp its precise duration, only feel its preciousness. She wanted him to ejaculate inside her immediately

, to let her enjoy that unbridled pleasure, yet she also hoped he wouldn't ejaculate so quickly, to let them maintain

this moment. She could only feel her member growing hotter and hotter, like a burning rod, the stimulation below

intensifying. Exhausted from the swaying, she struggled to keep up with his rhythm, swaying and swaying, their union growing

ever tighter…

In the swaying and thrusting, their pleasure reached its peak. As the fiery dragon spewed

flames of ten thousand degrees into the canyon, the canyon trembled. Come, let the love fluid flowing from Shuya's climax soak your

member . She used all her strength, desperately twisting her waist to meet Tony's ejaculation. With those few

swaying movements, their souls seemed to leave their bodies. She watched him ejaculate with trembling movements, slowly closing

her eyes. The high heel hanging from her toe, at that moment, fell off with a clenching of her toes

…

After the climax, they still didn't separate. His member remained inside her. She felt it was a

demonstration, a symbol of her submission. What did it matter? Didn't she like this kind of submission? Let

him stay inside her. At that moment, his chest pressed against hers, their sweat mingling together. They didn't care about

anything else; they laughed, looked at each other, and kissed, like a couple reunited after a long separation. Before long, exhausted, they both

fell asleep together. The night was exceptionally peaceful; the two of them, in one bed, slept soundly…

In the morning, he drove Shuya home in his Mercedes. Seeing that she was still wearing the stockings

and high heels he had given her yesterday, she felt a strange mix of emotions, a complex feeling—

a wonderful sense of being captured by him as a wife, even a touch of proud joy. "Hmm, I don't want to think about it anymore," she turned to him and

asked, "What will we do in the future?" He smiled, glanced at her, and said meaningfully, "Why

don't you come to my company and be my assistant? Wouldn't you and your husband spend more time together? Would he

worry about you getting into trouble outside?" Shu Ya playfully punched him, feigning anger, "Do you look like me, always facing my

husband?" He suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road, leaned closer, and smiled mysteriously, "To be honest, your husband spends ten times more time

outside than in the office, and my colleagues all know my habits—it's all the same without

my approval... " "No one is allowed in my office, including my secretary. I usually

think and make plans in my office, and only meet with others on Fridays to discuss the progress of plans. That means at least four days

a week I'm undisturbed, unless a major client makes an appointment to see me. In other words,

four days a week, you're in my office..."

Shuya punched him again: "Dream on! How much are you going to pay me?" He said: "Whatever, it doesn't matter how much I pay you

now . But after a while, when you divorce your husband, won't you still be my full-time free

maid?!"

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