【Lustful Poison】(17)

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Yindu-17

and Dong Ge had an appointment for 6 PM. We couldn't keep our customers waiting, so Bai Lu and I left early,
arriving at the Japanese restaurant on the fourth floor of the mall at 5:45 PM. The mall was bustling on the weekend, and there were already
people waiting for seats. Bai Lu and I were about to confirm our reservation with the waiter when a middle-aged man approached
us with a smile. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. His exposed arms and legs were very
strong , with taut muscles, but his lower abdomen was slightly protruding. He wore loafers barefoot,
had a lot of leg hair, and a heavy Rolex Submariner on his wrist. He carried a paper bag in his right hand, and had no
other adornments.

The man walked confidently to my side, grinned, and extended his hand. "Little Zhang, right? I'm Huang
Lidong." His voice was the same as in the video—deep and magnetic.

I shook hands with Dong Ge. His hands were large, with rough, hard skin, but his nails were neatly manicured
. He wasn't wearing a ring or any trendy bracelets.

"Hello, Dong Ge! You're here early! Haha, how did you recognize us?"

"Haha, no need to explain, seeing this fairy beside you, I knew it was Dong Yong and the Seventh Fairy!"
Dong Ge spoke with great humor, then turned to his wife and extended his hand.

His wife was a little shy, timidly extending her small, white hand. Unexpectedly, Dong Ge only grasped her fingertips,
bent down, and pretended to kiss the back of her delicate hand. Although it was slightly affected, it made his wife smile.

The atmosphere immediately became lively. The waiter led the three of us into the reserved private room. Because it was Japanese
cuisine, the room was furnished with tatami mats, with only a low table recessed in the middle. Guests had to
take off their shoes before sitting down. My wife looked around hesitantly, then carefully took off her shoes at the doorway, revealing her fair, delicate
feet . She placed her high heels carefully by the door, then gracefully sat down at a seat. Because of the limited space under the low table,
and her long legs, she could only sit with her legs together, slightly askew.

Dong Ge watched intently as my wife took off her shoes and sat down. Seeing the black high heels,
he gave me a meaningful look, then pulled me to sit down as well. The three of us sat on opposite sides of the square low table, leaving
the side near the door for the waiter to serve the food.

The waiter brought hot tea, towels, and a clock. I told Dong Ge to let the guests order first. Dong Ge
readily agreed, calling the waiter over and asking a few questions. He ordered pufferfish sashimi and grilled milt. I then ordered
a few dishes that Bai Lu liked, and flipped to the drinks menu to ask Dong Ge what he wanted to drink. Dong Ge mysteriously
pulled a bottle of Junmai Daiginjo sake from a paper bag beside him, saying it was specially brought back from Japan by his friend and was far superior to what could
be bought . He insisted we try it as a gift. He then instructed the waiter
to chill the sake slightly and bring it along with the dishes, only requesting two sets of sake glasses. He then
apologetically waved his car keys at me. Seeing Dong Ge's thoughtfulness,
I felt relieved that he was genuinely just there for dinner, but for some reason, I also felt a slight disappointment.

Soon, the food and drinks were served. Dong Ge poured sake for Bai Lu and me first, while he himself only drank oolong tea.
The sake Dong Ge brought was indeed excellent. Although I'm not a big drinker, I could appreciate
the mellow and refreshing taste beneath its delicate texture, with a sweet fruity aroma. Although the alcohol content was low, it
gave a pleasantly tipsy feeling. After a glass of wine, my wife wasn't as shy as she had been at our first meeting, and the three of us
started eating and chatting.

The longer I knew Dong Ge, the more unfathomable he seemed. He said he hadn't even finished high school before
entering the workforce, but he was incredibly eloquent and could quote extensively from classical texts. He was knowledgeable about food and art and fashion with
my wife However, despite being a refined person, he frequently
used vulgar language. When he talked about his romantic escapades in his youth, he didn't shy away from the details of his relationships with women. Not only did my wife
blush a little embarrassed and my heart was pounding. Dong Ge was recounting how, twenty years ago, when he first came to Beijing, he worked as a construction worker,
accompanying a fellow villager to repaint the walls of a young couple's house. Dong Ge was only 17 then, but he quickly became
involved with the newlywed woman. Taking advantage of her husband and fellow villager's absence, they had sex in the newlywed's house. The room only had
four freshly painted white walls. The young woman, disregarding everything else, braced herself against the wall and hastily allowed Dong Ge to take
her from behind. At that time, Dong Ge was still a virgin, but his first time with a woman was incredibly vigorous. He made the young woman gushing with
juices panting heavily, her hands firmly gripping the wall, afraid to move. They continued for nearly an hour until the young woman finally
collapsed from exhaustion, leaving only two handprints on the freshly painted wall.

Dong Ge spoke vividly, his voice slightly accented with a Northeastern accent, but his imitation of the young woman's speech was fluent in
Beijing dialect. He then mentioned that since then, he had been obsessed with married women, from age 17 to 37, and had slept with
countless women, yet they all remained women in their twenties. After saying this, Dong Ge raised his glass to urge us to drink, saying that
people like them, who were devoted to their wives, should worship Cao Cao, the founder of the Wei Kingdom, as their ancestor. This made us laugh,
but his eyes were fixed on Bai Lu, making no attempt to hide the desire in his gaze. When Bai Lu saw Dong Ge's
sharp, hawk-like eyes, she couldn't help but lower her head, her face turning bright red.

Before we knew it, the meal had lasted almost an hour, and Bai Lu and I had almost finished a large bottle of sake.
Perhaps it was because Dong Ge's story was so tempting, or perhaps it was the numbing effect of the alcohol, but my mind
was filled with all sorts of erotic images: naked men and women intertwined and mating. I couldn't see the men's faces clearly, but every
woman had Bai Lu's face, and her snow-white flesh writhed like snakes. I chuckled to myself at
how low my alcohol tolerance was, and then got up to say goodbye and go to the restroom to wash my face and sober up.

The restroom was in another corner of the mall. I walked unsteadily to the urinal, unzipped my pants, and
discovered that I was already hard and erect. It took me a while to finally empty my bladder, and then I went to the sink...
I turned on the tap and splashed cold water on my face several times. Looking at myself in the mirror, I hesitated, wondering whether
to part amicably and go home, find another place to continue the party, or go to a hotel with Dong and Bailu… I
knew the last thought was very inappropriate, but I couldn't suppress the wicked thoughts in my heart. I quickly washed my face again,
pulled out a tissue to wipe it, and went back to the restaurant.

When I entered the private room, I found Dong had moved from across the table to next to my wife, his arm almost touching her
shoulder . He was whispering something in her ear, and my wife, her face flushed, chuckled and then playfully punched Dong
, her face full of girlish shyness. I was somewhat surprised by my wife's frivolous behavior, and a surge of jealousy welled up
inside me . Yet, I was also captivated by her charm, especially the thought that this alluring beauty was for another man.
My previously limp penis became erect again, and I quickly sat down next to my wife to hide the strange feeling in my lower body.
I pretended be calm and said, "What joke did Dong tell this time?"

My wife was probably a little drunk as well. She leaned against me and took my arm, laughing as she said, "Hehe, Dong
just told me that he has endured all kinds of hardship and all kinds of delicious food, even... even sperm
... and he asked... if I had ever eaten it..." Her pretty face turned bright red with embarrassment. I felt
the wonderful sensation of Bai Lu's breasts rubbing against my arm through the thin fabric. My wife, who was usually almost silent in front of strangers
, was now uttering the word "sperm" from her elegant and beautiful lips. The stark contrast made my lower body even
harder, and I couldn't help but reach out and lift my wife's skirt to touch her smooth thighs. My wife didn't
pull away , but instead hugged me even tighter.

"Haha, I told my sister-in-law I've eaten this stuff, but she doesn't believe me. Want to make a bet?" Dong Ge said to me
with a laugh .

"Oh, how do we bet?" I asked while continuing to touch Bai Lu's thighs.

"If I can prove I've eaten sperm, I'll have my sister-in-law give me the underwear she's wearing now, okay?" Dong
Ge said, his eyes still fixed on Bai Lu, but the smile had faded.

Dong Ge had been chatting and laughing with us all evening, creating a very harmonious atmosphere. But after he said those words,
the air in the room suddenly seemed to freeze, as if the pressure had dropped. I felt a little breathless and turned to look at Bai Lu.
Bai Lu's face turned even redder, but she nodded.

"Hahaha, sister-in-law, you're really giving me face! Come on, come on, let's eat first," Dong Ge said, overjoyed, but he didn't
do anything. He simply picked up a piece of grilled milt from the plate in front of him and handed it to his wife, then picked up a piece for himself as well.

"Is it good? What does it taste like?"

"It's pretty good, soft and smooth, with a delicate texture, fresh and sweet."

Dong Ge exaggeratedly finished the shirako in a few bites, then reached out to his wife, "Here, give it to me."

"Ah, give me what?"

"The bet we just made, I've proven it, now I'm just waiting for your fragrant and warm underwear, sister-in-law."

His wife was still blushing, but she was unconvinced, "You're lying, how did you prove it!"

Dong Ge picked up another piece of shirako and slowly said to his wife, "Sister-in-law, what you just ate is called
shirako , it's the sperm of a pufferfish. Not only have I eaten it, but you have too." After saying that, he turned to me and asked, "
Brother Zhang, has your sister-in-law eaten your sperm?" His face was still smiling, but his eyes, narrowed into slits, cast
an unusually sharp gaze, like a laser sight moving across my face.

I suddenly felt like I was back in that video call night, my mouth went dry, "...No...no..."

"Hehe, what a pity, or have you eaten other men's?"

"...No..."

"Then how about letting your sister-in-law have a taste tonight? Haha, just kidding, don't take it seriously." But Dong Ge's eyes
were devoid of any smile, and he turned to Bai Lu and said, "Sister-in-law, a bet is a bet, you have to give me your underwear."

Bai Lu looked up at me pleadingly, my mind became increasingly numb, and suddenly everything in front of me began to feel
unreal . My head throbbed slightly, and my lower body was still throbbing painfully. "...Be good, listen to Dong Ge..."

Bai Lu's next move greatly surprised me. She hesitated for a few seconds, then resolutely raised her buttocks
slightly and reached into her skirt to pull down her underwear in the brightly lit private room. A
small lake-blue pair of underwear stretched between her slightly parted knees. She then reached down and pulled it off her legs, trembling as she held a small wad of cloth in
her hand.

Dong Ge snatched the underwear and held it up to the light, as if checking the authenticity of banknotes. "Xiao Zhang, your
wife is all wet, hahaha, look," he said, rubbing a small wet patch between the crotch of the underwear with his fingers, then taking
a deep sniff. "So fragrant...just as I thought."

My wife still clung tightly to my arm, while we stood frozen like wooden statues. Dong Ge glanced at
us , then handed the underwear back to me, laughing, "Hold it carefully, Xiao Zhang. We've finished eating, right?
Please pay the bill."

I called the waiter, paid the bill, and the three of us got up to leave. Dong Ge quickly helped Bai Lu up, gentlemanly
assisting her in putting on her high heels, though he knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath, he didn't give her another glance. The two walked
ahead , Dong Ge carefully supporting his wife's arm. Instead of taking the elevator, they headed for the escalator. I
followed behind like a robot, watching their backs, feeling as if my legs weighed a ton. My wife, blushing
, let Dong Ge lead the way. She stood with her head down on one side of the escalator, her hands nervously pressing against the hem
of her skirt, which Dong Ge gently brushed aside. Although her dress wasn't very short, only revealing a small section of her thigh above her knees, the hem was
quite wide, and with her 10-centimeter heels, her shapely buttocks inevitably had to be slightly raised for balance. Anyone riding
the escalator could easily see her lower body through the hem of her skirt, and a careful observer
would be surprised to discover that this beautiful young woman in a black dress wasn't wearing anything underneath, her smooth, hairless
vulva exposed to the air. With each floor she descended, her legs grew weaker, and by the last escalator,
she was practically slumped against Dong Ge, her long, slender legs trembling slightly.

I followed them out of the mall; the short walk felt like an eternity. Night
had fallen outside . In the square in front of the mall, elderly people were dancing in unison, and children were chasing and playing.
The cool night breeze carried the fresh scent of freshly trimmed grass. But his wife seemed to be in the sweltering heat of summer. From behind,
her snow-white neck was glistening with sweat, and her legs could barely close. She seemed to have lost all her strength, nestled against Dong Ge.
On her shoulder.

Dong Ge turned to look at me, his gaze firm and cold. He put one arm around Bai Lu's fragrant shoulder, while the other hand reached
under her skirt and slowly lifted it until it revealed most of Bai Lu's snow-white buttocks.
He groped between his wife's legs and showed me the wetness between his fingers. "Brother Zhang, your wife is like this, what do you think we should do
tonight ?"

Ignoring the surprised looks from those around me, I stood there like a wooden pole, my mind
seemingly filled with a thousand mouths speaking at the same time, yet also as silent as a morgue. After a long while, I finally spoke, "
Let's find a hotel..."

"Zhang, have you thought it through?"

"...Yes..."

"Then you lead the way, I'll support your wife."

I walked ahead, mechanically taking steps, with Dong Ge supporting the limp Bai Lu behind me. We arrived at a hotel attached to an office building near
the mall , but it was already full. We tried another nearby budget hotel,
but it was also full. Bai Lu was almost unable to walk, seemingly quite drunk. Her face was flushed, but
her eyes were wide open, and she remained silent, following Dong Ge's instructions like a puppet.

Seeing that the hotels were all full, and thinking that Dong Ge knew the address anyway, I reluctantly turned to Dong Ge
and said, "Why don't we go home together?" Dong Ge put one arm around Bai Lu's slender waist and the other around her shoulder,
standing ramrod straight like a sentry. He gave me a meaningful smile, making a "
follow you" gesture without saying a word.

Looking back, I couldn't remember how the three of us got home .
I couldn't even remember if I was supporting Bai Lu or if Dong Ge was helping his wife. I only remembered that as soon as my wife got home, she went into the bathroom and closed the door tightly. All I could
hear was the sound of running water. Dong Ge was unusually calm from the moment he entered; compared to my panicked expression, he seemed
more the master of the house. I remember sitting side-by-side with Dong Ge on the sofa, the TV on. Dong Ge said
something to me, but it was as meaningless as the sound on the TV, just like the wind blowing past my ear. Dong Ge got up
, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took a can of beer, came back and handed it to me, walked to the window to draw the curtains, but then turned and went back into
the master bedroom.

I slumped onto the sofa, took the beer, and greedily swallowed a large gulp of the icy
liquid The beer flowed down my throat, and my head throbbed like it was being pricked by needles, but my consciousness flowed into
my skull like a spring.

What happened next? You all know what happened next. Dong led his wife to the bedroom, while I, dazed and disoriented,
went to the bathroom, letting the cold water pour over me. My mind gradually cleared, and the events of the past few months
flashed The thought of my wife being alone with Dong in the bedroom, on
the bed where we spent our wedding night, under the backdrop of my and Bailu's wedding photo, made me feel hot again. I quickly dried myself off and,
without even putting on sneaked into the master bedroom.

(To be continued)

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