Life as a mistress

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Life is beautiful, but beautiful lives always need someone to ruin them.

That day, while cooking, I realized I was out of salt, so I went to buy some alone. On the way, I was blocked by someone—it was that same thug, still with that lewd smile that made me sick.

"Long time no see. I thought you were some virtuous woman, but I didn't expect you to be seeing a gigolo. You always acted all high and mighty in front of me." He had a smug look on his face, thinking he had something on me.

"Get out of my way!" I didn't want to argue and walked straight past.

"Wait! You think you can just walk away like that!"

I was furious and slapped him across the face. "Smack!" The small body staggered from the blow. Without my little girl by my side, do you think I'd be afraid of you? Pah!

"Damn it, you dare hit me!" The bastard was enraged and lunged at me. I didn't back down, but instead, I half-turned and delivered a side kick, hitting him squarely in the groin. "Ah!" A scream rang out, and the guy fell to the ground, curled up like a shrimp. That's all the fighting power he has? He dares to mess with me. I strode away.

"Wait a minute." The bastard, enduring the pain, pulled a thick envelope from his pocket and handed it to me. "Take a good look."

I took the envelope and pulled out a large stack of photos, all secretly taken of him and me when we went out. The photos showed us walking side by side, holding hands, him with his arm around my waist, me holding his arm, us gazing at each other tenderly, him secretly kissing me, us embracing and kissing, pushing a stroller together, etc. The photos were very clear, capturing our expressions perfectly. I almost couldn't help but wonder who took the photos. They were so good at it, why bother with these candid shots? Being a photographer would be so much better.

"What do you want?" I asked after looking at the photos.

"Damn it, you can sleep with other people, so sleeping with me isn't a big deal, is it? Just behave yourself, or when your husband comes back, I'll give these photos to him, hmph..." I always thought that very few people knew him and me, so I was less cautious when we went out together. I never expected someone to follow us and take these photos. These photos clearly show the intimacy between him and me. If my husband sees them, our family is basically finished. My expression turned serious.

"Come help me up. I'm going to your place, I'm going to teach you a lesson." Seeing my change in expression, the guy became smug and tried to get up.

I raised my foot as if to kick him, and he immediately fell back down. "Who do you think you are? You dare to challenge me? Dream on!" I ignored him and strode away.

"Damn it, I'm going to scatter these photos all over the company, so everyone knows you're a slut." A vicious voice chased after me.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Back at his house, he immediately noticed something was off.

I didn't say anything, just handed him the envelope.

"Wow! These photos are really good. I've never had a chance to take a picture with you, and someone took them for me, and they're so good! Where did you get them?" He looked at the photos with great excitement, clearly very pleased.

"You're happy? Someone's using these photos to blackmail me." Seeing his reaction, I was both angry and amused.

"Who? What are they threatening you with?" He seemed surprised.

"Who else could it be, threatening to seduce me at my company and give the photos to my husband if I didn't sleep with them?" "That bastard? It must be him, he really needs to be taught a lesson." He immediately thought of it, then asked me nervously, "You didn't agree, did you?"

"I'm not stupid, why would I use a big mistake to cover up a small one?" "Oh, thank goodness. I've read those erotic novels where just a few photos are enough to scare the heroine into submission. Looks like I've been fooled." He teased casually.

"You're so childish." I knew he was deliberately teasing me to ease my anxiety, and I felt a little happy inside.

"Okay, sis, let me state my position first." Seeing that I had calmed down, he said seriously, "If this causes you and your husband to divorce, wait for me. I'll marry you after I graduate from university." "Don't be silly, how old are you?" I was relieved to hear his words, but I knew that marrying him was impossible. I slowly leaned into his arms: "You know, the experiences and feelings we've had during this time have been perfect. I cherish this perfection. If we were to be together, there would be countless difficulties and troubles that would ruin this beautiful moment. I don't want that. I don't need any grand love; I just enjoy this simple love now. It came at the right time and left without taking anything away." He has always been able to understand my feelings quickly, and this time was no exception. He hugged me, gently rocked his body, and rubbed his chin against the top of my head. After a long while, he said, "Okay, let's deal with this. We can't let this ruin our good mood."

"How do you plan to handle it?" He had become my pillar of support; I didn't think about anything else and just listened to him.

"There are two methods, one legal and one illegal. I'll tell you, and then you can give me your opinion." He thought for a moment and then came up with an idea. "The legal method involves finding out who's behind that bastard. I'll have one of my dad's former men talk to that person and shut the bastard up. The illegal method involves having the thug I helped before step in and shut the bastard up, and also destroy the photos and negatives." I thought for a moment and said, "Let's go with the legal method. I don't want you to have anything to do with those thugs. In the future, whatever you do, it's best to do it the right way and not leave any mistakes for others to catch." "But if we go through my dad's men, it's like letting my dad know about this, which will cause a lot of trouble and might affect you."

That made sense, and I hesitated. After thinking for a moment, I decided to let him decide. In the end, he chose the illegal method. He asked me for all sorts of information about that bastard, and then, right in front of me, used his phone's speakerphone to call the thug he'd helped before, explaining the situation and his demands. The thug happily agreed, even saying at the end, "Finally, I can repay your favor." The next afternoon, the phone rang: "Bro, it's all done. We beat that kid up, destroyed all the photos and data, and threw the computer hard drive and USB drive into the river. Your wife is gorgeous; no wonder you're not going to school anymore."

"Thanks, I'll treat you to drinks after the college entrance exam." We all breathed a sigh of relief. "

Don't mention it, bye."

Unfortunately, our joy lasted less than half a day. After dinner, the phone rang again, filled with anxiety and fear: "Bro, who exactly is that kid? A team of police officers just came and arrested me and a few of my brothers. We need your help getting us out of here."

"What's that guy's background?" He was starting to take this question seriously.

"It seems one of my uncles is the deputy district head of our district."

"No wonder, a deputy district head already wields considerable power. If that guy weren't such a scoundrel, he could probably do quite well." He sounded a little regretful: "Sis, I should have listened to you. The underworld can deal with ordinary people, but it's completely ineffective against someone with connections like this."

"Learn from your mistakes. You're still a student; you need to learn these ways of handling things gradually.

In everything, if you can use an open strategy, don't use a cunning one; if you can use the right path, don't use the crooked one," I comforted him. "

Sis, I didn't realize you were so philosophical," he looked at me with disbelief.

"Have you always thought I was that kind of ignorant woman?" I said with a hint of smugness. "You know, I started working right after college, so I have a bit of experience." "So, what do you think we should do now?" "

Find someone higher than the deputy district head to step in. Since the other side was being unreasonable, as long as someone can handle things and make things clear, they'll naturally know to back down. Otherwise, they wouldn't be in the deputy district head's position." "That makes sense, but then we won't be able to hide our affair from my parents." "If your parents find out about us, it's an internal conflict. Internal conflicts should be resolved internally. The main conflict right now is external, so I think we should resolve the external conflict first." "

You've even come up with the contradiction theory, huh!"

"It's all made up. You decide, I'll listen to you." I went over, wrapped my arms around his waist, and rested my head on his shoulder, encouraging him with my actions.

"Okay." He put one arm around my waist, took out his phone with the other, found a number, and dialed.

"Nephew, it's rare to see you call me. What's up?" A deep and authoritative voice came from the phone's speaker.

"Uncle, you're usually busy, I wouldn't dare bother you if there wasn't something." He said politely, then said, "Uncle, it's like this, there's something..." He briefly recounted the whole story, without lying, which was clever, because his uncle could probably find out anything if he wanted to.

"Nephew, I always thought you were a blockhead, but now you've finally seen the light? Haha! Okay, don't worry, it's nothing, I'll make a call right away."

Hearing his uncle's teasing, both of our faces turned red, his especially so. I couldn't help but kiss him: "Did I corrupt you, sister?"

"Really? Then I'm not bad enough, sister, you have to keep teaching me." "Heh, still calling you a blockhead, you're so glib."

Half an hour later, the phone rang again: "Nephew, your matter is settled. That deputy district head didn't know what his nephew had done, he thought he was just robbed. Now he asked me to convey his apology and said he would never reveal your affair, don't worry. Also, in the future, if you need anything, just come to your uncle, don't go to those thugs, understand?"

"Okay, Uncle, thank you!"

Not long after, another call came: "Brother, we're out. You're amazing, one call and it's all settled.

Those police officers were much more polite to us, thanks! If you need anything in the future, just let me know. I can't help with big things, but for small troubles, leave it to me, no questions asked."

"Alright, I'm sorry you had to go through that. Go back and rest." He didn't mention drinking again; clearly, my and his uncle's reminders had worked.

"What's your uncle's background?" To be able to resolve this so quickly, he must have considerable influence, and I couldn't help but be curious.

"My dad's former secretary, now the Secretary-General of the Municipal Party Committee."

"Uh…no wonder!"

For the next few days, we were both a little worried, wondering when his parents would call to question us, but they never did. I guess they were afraid it would affect his college entrance exam. The college

entrance exam was approaching day by day. I was incredibly nervous at that time, but he was relaxed and carefree, studying methodically every day, still indulging in excessive sexual activity. However, I strictly limited myself to once a day; the exam was coming soon, and I couldn't afford to let my health collapse. His "one time" now is completely different; it's comparable to the four times he used to have. Each time, he leaves me exhausted, and he often acts like a scoundrel. He wants it once during the day, and then again at night when

I try to sleep. If I don't give in, this grown man will actually cuddle and whine, saying he can't sleep without doing it once. What kind of person is he? How did he turn into such a scoundrel so quickly?! Soon, the college entrance exam arrived. The night before the exam, I sent him back to his own room to sleep, partly because I was afraid he would get restless again, and partly because I didn't want our daughter to wake him up at night. The next morning, I made breakfast and carefully checked all the items he needed for the exam. He hugged me from behind: "Sis, living with you is making me rapidly evolve into a useless person."

"I think it's more like rapidly evolving into a pervert." His hands had already instinctively slipped inside my clothes and grasped my breasts. I quickly dodged away. "Hurry up and eat breakfast. You're about to have your exam, and you're still acting like this." "I want to eat you now. After I eat, I'll feel refreshed and ready for the exam." He slept alone last night, so he seemed to be feeling restless. He pulled me close to him and started kissing me while unbuttoning my pajamas.

"No, it takes you more than half an hour to do it now. We won't have enough time." I couldn't resist him and let him take off his clothes, so I could only remind him.

"We'll have enough time. I'll drive there later. It won't be a problem if I'm less than half an hour late." He started kissing my body, his hands roaming all over.

"You, out of millions of high school students taking the college entrance exam, you're the only one still having sex right before the exam." I couldn't resist him and was also aroused by his teasing, so I obediently leaned over the dining table, sticking out my round buttocks. He stood behind me, gently adjusting my buttocks with both hands, and then his thick, familiar penis slowly entered my body. Even after so many times, I still couldn't get used to its length and thickness; the aching, throbbing sensation was still so intense. When he thrust quickly and violently, this feeling intensified dramatically, quickly leading to orgasm, after which I collapsed limply onto the table. Because of time constraints, he didn't show me the usual tenderness, continuing to thrust forcefully, sending wave after wave of orgasms through me.

After ejaculating, he lay on top of me, panting, kissing the back of my neck a few times, and said, "Sis, you rest, I need to shower."

"There's no time to shower." I forced myself to endure the post-orgasmic dizziness and limpness, got off the table, squatted down, opened my mouth, and took his soft, limp penis, covered in semen and my own secretions, into my mouth. I licked and cleaned him, his glans was very sensitive from ejaculation, and when I licked the urethral opening, he hissed and his whole body trembled. After a few more sucks and swallows, he quickly pulled his penis out of my mouth: "Sis, I can't take it anymore, if you keep doing this, I'll definitely have to do it to you again later. I'd better go wash myself." He then ran to the bathroom as if his life depended on it.

Seeing him like that, I wanted to laugh. I sat on the floor, leaning against the dining table to rest for a while, and then I went to wash up too, but in a different bathroom—I didn't dare wash with him. When I came out, he was already devouring breakfast. Finally, with a long kiss, he ran out like the wind.

On the first day, he did very well on his exams and was in good spirits. However, after dinner, he played with Nannan in the living room for a while, and then I sent him to his room to go to sleep early. The next morning at six o'clock, I got up and quietly went to his room. He was fast asleep, but his lower body was bulging against his underwear due to morning erection. I quietly walked over, slowly pulled down his underwear, gently stroked his thick, hard penis a few times, and then took the swollen, shiny glans into my mouth. Soon, I heard him moaning in pleasure. I looked up and saw that he was awake, smiling at me.

"Awake?"

"I woke up when you took off my underwear. I knew you'd come this morning since you told me to go to bed early last night." "Hmm, instead of rushing around like yesterday morning, afraid of being late, I'd rather do it early so you can enjoy yourself."

"We'll enjoy it together. Sis, come on up."

I climbed on top of him, reached behind me and grabbed his penis, rubbed it against my perineum a few times, then aimed it at my vaginal opening and slowly sat down. Once I was fully seated, I leaned down and lay on top of him. He didn't rush into anything, but instead stroked my hair and back, enjoying the massage my vaginal contractions on his penis. "Sis, after the exams today, the classmates might be having dinner together, a bit of a party. I won't be back for dinner, and I might be a little late."

"That's right, cherish the friendships of your three years of high school, and stay connected with your classmates. But don't drink too much. I'll shower and wait for you in bed, naked."

These words ignited his passion. He placed his hands on my hips and began to thrust, and I lifted my upper body, moving up and down to meet his rhythm.

This time, it lasted almost an hour, a truly satisfying experience. When he left, I felt a sense of vitality in him. Could the legendary morning sex really be that magical?

After dinner, I finished the housework, played with my daughter for a while, then fed her and put her to sleep. I really did shower and lay naked in bed. It was only nine o'clock, so I thought I'd take a nap. Tonight, it should be a time for relaxation and indulgence. Just thinking about it made my whole body heat up.

I was just drifting off to sleep when I felt someone touching me. I opened my eyes and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at me. One hand was roaming over my body, and his breath smelled faintly of alcohol.

"You're back so early?" I asked happily.

"Someone said they'd shower and wait for me naked in bed, making it impossible for me to concentrate on eating, drinking, or having fun. All I could think about was that tempting naked body, so I came back early to see if they were lying." "Now I see." I struck a sexy pose on the bed.

His response was a passionate kiss as he leaned down, undressing me as he did so.

"I'm going to shower first."

"No need, I like the smell of men on you."

He took off all his clothes, kissing and touching me incessantly. I lay flat on the bed, stretching out, letting him enjoy my body. He kissed almost every inch of me, even putting my toes in his mouth. With each kiss, my body heat increased. When he finally kissed my vulva, I couldn't resist anymore. I pulled him closer and took his penis into my mouth. Was this the "69" position? But I quickly ran out of steam. He kept licking my clitoris and labia, and even inserted two fingers into my vagina, scratching and probing everywhere. When he touched my G-spot, my body shuddered violently. Then he kept scratching and probing, and the continuous pleasure made my body tremble wildly. I opened my mouth and kept moaning, unable to give him oral sex. Soon, the pleasure reached its peak and exploded. My body stiffened, and a large gush of fluid spurted from my vagina. He opened his mouth and sealed my entire vulva, sucking all the fluid into his mouth and swallowing it.

After the orgasm, I lay on the bed, enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm, and wanted to laugh as I looked at his mouth and chin covered in fluid. But seeing his still erect penis, I felt a little ashamed, so I tried to get up.

"Stand still," I told him to stand with his legs apart. I knelt in front of him, reached out and rubbed his penis, then opened my mouth and swallowed it. This position is a kingly posture for a man, high above, watching the woman kneel submissively below, performing oral sex on him, providing immense physiological and psychological satisfaction. Moreover, standing allows the man to freely thrust his lower body into the woman's mouth, achieving even greater pleasure.

I obediently knelt, slightly raising my buttocks. There was a mirror behind me, through which he could see clearly. I wanted to be as sexy as possible, giving him the best visual enjoyment.

I held his thigh with one hand and pulled his penis down with the other, swallowing and releasing it as deeply as possible. Through repeated oral sex, I could now swallow his penis all the way to my throat. The narrowness of my throat gave the glans immense pleasure. When swallowing, I tightened my lips, my tongue pressing against the base of the penis, enveloping it completely. When releasing, I lightly scraped the back of the penis near the glans with my fingernails, occasionally releasing the entire penis, taking his testicles into my mouth, swallowing them, and then licking from the base of the penis to the glans with my tongue before swallowing it all the way down my throat. As I did this, I looked up at him, gazing at him with a dreamy expression.

He was experiencing intense pleasure, letting out pleasurable "hums." He held my head with both hands, gently thrusting his lower body. I swallowed and released, matching his movements. As the pleasure intensified, his movements became more vigorous. I knew he was about to climax. I tightened my mouth, relaxed my throat, and let him penetrate as deeply as possible. Just before he was about to ejaculate, he held my head firmly and thrust in forcefully. I held my breath, feigning nausea, and swallowed his penis all the way to the base. His pubic hair covered my face. He let out a low growl, and the glans, still inside my throat, trembled, spurting out streams of semen, most of it shooting directly into my esophagus. His satisfied moans gradually subsided, and the ejaculation weakened. When he withdrew his penis, I gasped for breath. Thankfully, I had held my breath, preventing semen from reaching my trachea, or I would have coughed terribly.

He slowly calmed down and quickly hugged me. "Sis, I was only thinking of myself and made you uncomfortable." "As long as you enjoyed yourself, it's not that uncomfortable." I leaned against him, knowing that the time to separate from him was getting closer and closer, and I wanted to cherish it. "Carry me to the shower."

"Okay!" He easily picked me up and carried me to the bathroom.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, looked at him, and said seductively, "Tonight, I'm going to drain you dry." "Just bring it on, but be careful you'll have to lean on the wall to walk tomorrow." "

Who's leaning on the wall is still uncertain."

A night of crazy sex had completely relaxed us, both of us probably needing to lean on the wall to walk, but neither of us said anything, and we both stayed in bed. I only had to get up from time to time to take care of the baby, feed her, and then immediately crawl back into bed, snuggling against him. He also didn't want to move, gently hugging and stroking me, talking about the college entrance exam, and asking me which school I should go to. I knew he had already made up his mind, but I still casually went along with it, talking about the tension I felt during my college entrance exams, the excitement after receiving my results, my determination to go to university despite my family's pressure, the hardships and joys of working part-time after starting university, and my dreams of a bright future after graduation. The morning passed slowly in this warm atmosphere. At noon, I suggested we go out to eat, then go to the seafood market to buy seafood and cook him a seafood feast that evening. He readily agreed.

Outside, he pushed the stroller, and I unabashedly took his arm, resting my head on his shoulder. Few people knew me, and even fewer knew him. Of course, we did run into one of his classmates, who stared at us in disbelief. He just smiled slightly and said, "These are my sister and niece," without explaining further. The classmate replied blankly, "You siblings have such a good relationship!" To suppress a laugh, I playfully bit his shoulder.

Back home, I cooked our seafood feast in the kitchen while he played with our daughter in the living room, a picture of idyllic happiness. As I ate, I secretly glanced at the two people in the living room, and the feeling of happiness was indescribable.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and we both looked over to see a middle-aged couple walk in. The man was handsome, tall, and had an extraordinary air about him; the woman was beautiful, generous, elegant, and graceful. He was stunned for a moment and exclaimed, "Dad, Mom, why are you back?"

"Hehe! We finished our inspection tour. We could have had a few more days to explore the European landscape, but it was all because of you that we had to rush back," his father said as he changed his shoes and put down his luggage. Hearing his words, we all tensed up. Thankfully, what followed wasn't a storm. His dad walked into the living room and sniffed a few times: "Mmm, smells so good, seafood! We're in for a treat."

His mom followed him in, sniffed, and said, "Great! The food we ate in Europe wasn't to our liking at all. Today we can finally enjoy some good food." She went straight to the kitchen, took an apron, and said to me,

"Wow, so much! Did you know we were coming back? You can't manage all this by yourself, can you? Let me help you." "No, no need," I quickly said. "Auntie, you must be tired from your journey. Go and rest. I can handle things here."

"What's tiring? I've been sitting on the plane and in the car, my whole body is stiff. It's good to do something to stretch my muscles.

I'm not very good at cooking seafood, so I can only help you out. You're the chef, and I'll secretly learn a few tricks from you." His mom was very kind, which made me relax. I focused on cooking, explaining the methods for preparing seafood to his mom as I cooked. His mother was very communicative, speaking with a lighthearted and humorous tone, constantly amusing herself with each piece of seafood, which made me happy too. Laughter frequently echoed from the kitchen.

I secretly glanced into the living room; his father was holding their daughter on his lap, playing with her, looking very happy. He seemed a little embarrassed, his smile somewhat forced; after all, he didn't have much life experience and wasn't quite ready.

With his mother's help, the cooking was much faster, and soon everything was done. His mother called out,

"Dinner's ready!" and carried the dishes to the table, and I followed suit, eating each dish one by one. During the meal, his parents didn't say anything, just ate heartily, praising the delicious food as they ate. His father even asked me how I knew how to cook such a good seafood meal. I told him that I had worked in the kitchen of a restaurant in college, secretly learning from the head chef, but was later fired after being caught. His father said that the restaurant owner had no vision and should have promoted me to chef.

After dinner, his dad called him into the study, while his mom and I cleared the table and took the food to the kitchen to wash. As we did this, his mom asked me about him, and I told her the truth, without hiding anything—there was no point in hiding anything. After listening, his mom nodded and said, "Very good, you weren't trying to lie to us. Sigh, it must be tough raising a child alone. Has that boy caused you any trouble?" "No, no, he's very good. He's helped me a lot. He's excellent, good in every way. It's clear your upbringing is very good," I quickly replied.

"What's so good about it? He didn't handle that matter well, hiring thugs from the streets to do it. I don't know what he was thinking."

"It's not his fault, it was all for me. He... he was mainly afraid you'd find out about us." "Given your relationship, of course he should help you, he didn't do anything wrong. But to act recklessly just to keep us from finding out? The wrong method won't solve the problem, it will only make things worse, and the worse things get, the bigger the commotion will become, and we'll find out even faster. Can't you even think of that? Stupid!"

"He'll learn his lesson this time, and he'll definitely be more mature in the future." "Sigh! I hope so." His mother sighed and said, "Alright, so how are you going to handle your situation now?"

"Auntie, actually, even if you hadn't come back today, I would have moved back tomorrow or the day after. He and I knew from the beginning that we couldn't be together, so we made it clear a long time ago. We cherish every day we're together, and when it's time to part ways, we'll part ways properly. As long as we have this beautiful time together, that's enough to remember for a lifetime." I answered with a calm smile.

His mother paused for a moment, seemingly not quite understanding, then hesitated before asking, "Is there anything you need?" "No, I just genuinely like him. I have no other thoughts, and I don't want anything else to spoil this purity." I remained frank; I truly hadn't expected anything in return. I was already content with the pure and intense love he had given me during this time.

His mother looked directly into my eyes, as if trying to see through me. I didn't look away, facing her honestly.

After about a minute of eye contact, she smiled, turned to set the washed dishes, and said, "You're good. That boy has good taste, what a pity."

After finishing, his mother and I sat in the living room. She played with the little girl, saying, "Children are so cute." I nodded. She continued, "Sorry, we're back now. You have to go home early." "I know, it's alright."

As she spoke, his father led him out of the study, and we all sat on the sofa. His father asked me,

"Why didn't you agree to him hiring thugs for help?"

"Solving things through honest means avoids any future troubles," I calmly replied.

"Just like you told him—if you can use an open strategy, don't use a covert one; if you can use the right path, don't use the crooked one." "I think so. Of course, this is based on having enough strength to solve things through the right path. If you don't have enough strength, then you still need to use some tricks." I became a little cautious as I spoke.

"Haha, just like you and him?" His father laughed, making us both blush and lower our heads. "You're good." His father continued, "It's a bit of a waste for you to work at your company." "Indeed, you're good." His mother nodded to his father, who understood that his mother was satisfied with their conversation, so he nodded as well and said, "Okay, let him take you home." He took me home, hugged me tightly, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect Mom and Dad to come back so suddenly." "It's okay, this day was bound to come sooner or later. I've been very happy and content during the time I've spent with you. Thank you for giving me this wonderful time." I hugged him tightly, rested my head on his shoulder, and tears streamed down my face.

He lowered his head, kissed away the tears on my face, and said, "Wait for me!" "Don't be silly." His words touched me, but I still refused. "Everyone is like an arc, constantly intersecting with others, leaving behind their own space. I was fortunate to intersect with you during the most beautiful time of my life. Although the space we left behind wasn't large, it was magnificent and colorful. It's the most brilliant part of my life, and I'm content."

Two days have passed since we separated, and I've returned to my old life. Although I've faced it calmly, I still feel like something is missing. There wasn't a romantic dinner or a passionate lovemaking session after the breakup, which is a real regret.

Perhaps nothing in life is perfect.

After dinner, my daughter fell asleep, and I sat on the sofa watching TV. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I was startled, my heart pounding. I rushed over and opened the door. Sure enough, it was him standing outside. I pulled him in, hugged him tightly, and kissed him passionately, tearing at his clothes as I did so. He responded fiercely, roughly ripping my clothes open and pulling my pants down to my buttocks before stomping them on the floor. Soon we were both naked. I jumped onto him, wrapped my arms around his neck, crossed my legs around his waist, and positioned myself directly in front of his large penis. He guided me to the right position, lowered my body, and thrust his entire penis into me, all the way in. It went in so deep in this position, the head of his penis pressing heavily against my clitoris.

"The door's still open." He lifted my buttocks, tossing my body up and down, thrusting until I was almost unconscious.

"I don't care, I don't care if you don't close the door. You can carry me to the hallway, or to the garden downstairs, I don't care. I just want you, I just want you to fuck me hard." His words ignited our desire. He didn't close the door, pressed me against the wall by the door, and began to thrust forcefully. I gasped for breath, my lower body gushing with fluid. Each thrust made a loud "gurgling" sound, and soon I climaxed, letting out a loud "Ah!" He quickly carried me to close the door, and I clung to him like an octopus, giggling. "

Let's make love, be serious," he said deliberately, putting on a stern face. This made me laugh so hard I almost fell off him. After laughing for a while, I clung to his neck and said, "Let's keep making love. Where do you want? The sofa, the bed, the dining table, or just the floor?"

"Anywhere is fine?"

"Yeah, tonight I'm yours. You can do whatever you want."

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom."

"Why?"

"There's a big mirror there."

Actually, there were two mirrors in the bathroom, one smaller one above the sink, and the other hanging on the side wall, taking up the whole wall. He carried me like that, bouncing towards the bathroom, each bounce a piercing thrust. When we got to the bathroom, my eyes were glazed. I looked in the mirror and clearly saw myself naked on top of him. My face was flushed, and my skin was pink all over. He was straining to hold me, and his upper body muscles were clearly visible, exuding masculine sexiness.

Once in the bathroom, he put me down and made me lean over the sink. Looking in the mirror, I watched him lift my shoulders to raise my upper body, lower my back to sink my waist, twitch my hips to make my buttocks stick out higher, and spread my legs to adjust the height. Just those few movements made my heart pound so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat; my throat felt completely blocked. Then I saw him flatten his penis, which looked even thicker and longer from the side, the large glans aimed at my vulva. With a forceful thrust, his entire penis disappeared into my body. The visual impact combined with the physical pleasure—in that one moment, I orgasmed. My body began to stiffen and tremble. He thrust rapidly, and I watched intently as his abdomen slammed against my full buttocks, creating waves of flesh, my full breasts swaying violently back and forth. He moved rhythmically, his penis like a piston, going in and out of my body. He was slightly sweaty, his skin glistening, his muscles even more muscular. He also turned his head to look in the mirror, his face full of excitement, his eyes seemingly spitting fire. This sight, which I had never seen before, filled me with a sense of lewdness, excitement, and arousal—no, sexual excitement. Ah, I couldn't take it anymore! My upper body began to sway wildly, my hips thrusting back and forth. My vagina felt incredibly sore and swollen; I couldn't hold on any longer. I thrust my hips forward, pulling his penis out of my vagina, and a gush of fluid immediately spurted out. Oh, the soreness in my vagina was relieved, followed by a feeling of lightness throughout my body, yet I had no strength at all. I couldn't even lift a finger; my legs were limp. If he hadn't been supporting my hips, I would have collapsed to the ground.

I squinted at myself in the mirror; I was as limp as a lump of mud, my upper body leaning over the sink, my hips held by him, my entire body flushed red. Mmm, the feeling of an orgasm was wonderful.

"Where did you learn these tricks? You've really worn me out.

" "Was it good?"

"So good, you're getting better and better at it."

"There's one more trick that'll feel even better, can you take it?"

"I don't believe it, I already reached my peak, how much more comfortable could it be?" "Then squat on the counter." He picked me up and placed me on the sink counter, making me squat. The counter wasn't wide, so I could only squat on the edge, looking at the mirror on the side. Ah, how shameful! I squatted on the edge of the counter, my upper body sticking out, my plump buttocks protruding completely from the counter, fully exposed, my vulva still dripping with vaginal fluid. His penis was erect, facing my vulva, ready to penetrate at any moment.

"Squat down." He pressed his hands on my waist and hips, thrusting his lower body forward, his penis plunging in. The glans grazed a spot inside my vagina, and a strong, tingling, itchy sensation spread rapidly throughout my body like an electric shock. I shuddered violently as if electrocuted. He withdrew his penis, then forcefully thrust it in again, the glans grazing that spot once more. I shuddered violently again. "Oh. Oh. Oh oh!" The immense pleasure made my moans broken and intermittent.

"Sis, I found your G-spot with my hand the other day. It's hard to reach during sex normally, but this position is perfect for it." He reached forward with his hands, naturally grabbing and kneading my breasts, while whispering in my ear.

"Hmm, be gentle, it's too sensitive." The pleasure was too intense; I was worried I couldn't take it.

"No!" He said, thrusting rapidly.

"Ah...ah...woo..." The intense and continuous pleasure made me moan loudly, with a hint of crying at the end.

He thrust in and out quickly and forcefully a dozen times, then abruptly pulled his penis out. I immediately felt a sense of emptiness in my vagina, followed by a gush of vaginal fluid. I paused for a moment, about to speak, when he thrust in again, pumping vigorously. I felt as if I had been lifted to the clouds, and I immediately groaned again. After a dozen more thrusts, he pulled out his penis again, and my vagina felt empty again, followed by another gush of fluid. This happened several times, until my whole body was weak and sore. I leaned back against him, panting, "Brother, you're so bad, torturing me like this." "Isn't this good? Then I won't stop." He pressed me against the mirror in front of me again, holding my waist with both hands to stabilize my lower body, and then began to thrust forcefully and rapidly. Intense pleasure layered upon layer, without any pause. I felt like I was floating in the air, my hands grabbing wildly, trying to grab something to support myself, but there was only the smooth mirror in front of me, and I couldn't find any foothold. The mirror reflected my flushed, intoxicated face and dazed eyes.

The pleasure quickly enveloped my entire body, wave after wave crashing against my brain. I lost control of my body; as a surge of pleasure flooded my mind, my brain went blank, my entire body went numb, and I passed out.

When I regained consciousness, I was still squatting by the sink, but my whole body was nestled in his arms. I had no strength left, and I didn't want to move a single finger. I

could feel fluid flowing from my vagina. I weakly asked him, "Did you ejaculate?"

"Yeah, a lot."

"If you hadn't ejaculated, I would have died."

"Was it good?"

"Yeah, I know what it feels like to be so good." "Sis, let me help you sit up, let me help you take a shower." He helped me slowly sit on the sink, leaning against the mirror behind me. I obediently let him do as he pleased. He adjusted the water temperature, took the showerhead, and carefully washed me. I felt a surge of pampered happiness.

After showering, he picked me up and carried me into the guest room. I looked up at his handsome face, feeling a warmth in my heart. He was so thoughtful; he knew I'd feel awkward going into the master bedroom. I absolutely adored him.

Lying in his arms, I wanted to ask him why he'd come, but I didn't dare ask. He seemed to know what I was thinking, and he held me close, gently saying, "Tomorrow I'm going to the provincial capital with my parents, and they want me to travel around the country before starting university. I came today to say goodbye."

I felt a pang of sadness, but I quickly recovered; after all, I'd been mentally prepared for this.

"Do your parents know you're coming?"

"Yes, they know. I told them, and they said it was the right thing to do. Even though we only had a brief encounter, I could tell they really like you." "

Really? I'm so happy! I was worried I'd do something wrong and get you scolded." We talked so sweetly, intending to spend the whole night with him, but the previous climax had been too intense, and the post-climax weariness was overwhelming. I fell asleep as we talked.

I slept until the next morning before waking up. I instinctively reached out, but found nothing. A wave of panic washed over me, and I rushed out of the room to find him standing beside my daughter's bed, feeding her with a bottle. My heart immediately calmed;

I was so afraid he'd left without a word.

I went to him, hugged him from behind, and pressed my face against his broad back. "You took care of our daughter all night, thank you." "

You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't wake you. There's no need for thanks." Our daughter had finished her bottle and fallen asleep again. He laid her down, covered her with a blanket, turned around, and gently kissed me.

I thrust out my breasts, showing off my full breasts. "You've fed our daughter, what about me?"

He laughed. "I'll have them."

I laughed too, jumped onto him, wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed him. He cradled my buttocks with both hands, walked to a chair, sat down, lowered his head, and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

Soon, he had drained all my milk with his mouth, and then I used my lower "mouth" to drain his semen…

Finally, the moment of his departure arrived. I had no regrets, nor was I sad anymore. The time I spent with him was the most beautiful time of my life. I was content and didn't ask for anything more. I knew that once I asked for more, happiness would turn into unhappiness. I helped him straighten his clothes one last time. "Go on, I won't see you downstairs." He walked out of the room, then suddenly turned back, looking at me with deep affection. At that moment, tears welled up in my eyes. He hugged me tightly, kissing away my tears little by little. Then, cupping my face, he said to me very seriously, "Sister, you said we are two intersecting arcs, but have you forgotten? As long as the arcs are curved enough, they will meet again. Wait for me!" After saying that, he kissed me hard on the lips, turned around, and left.

Behind the door, I froze for a moment, then burst into tears of joy. "That bastard, how can I ever let go of him like this?"

Not long after he left, my husband returned to China. He received a small promotion and a slight salary increase, but it didn't meet his initial expectations. Disappointed, he started pursuing a leadership path, frequently going out for business dinners and meals. I was still the only one managing the household, and my one-year unpaid leave was about to expire.

I had to hire a nanny, but good nannies were expensive, and I didn't trust ordinary ones. Just when I was getting anxious, I received a call from a stranger. The person on the other end was very polite, saying they would introduce me to a nanny and that I could rest assured. I agreed with some skepticism, but the nanny who arrived was incredibly capable, and her salary wasn't high. I knew someone must have covered part of the cost.

Not long after returning to work, I suddenly received a transfer order from the Municipal Finance Bureau to work in their audit department. As a public institution, our company naturally had to comply with the Municipal Finance Bureau's transfer request. When the leader announced this at the meeting, all my colleagues looked at me incredulously. I could only smile wryly; this was definitely not something I had asked for. Back in the office, I received that phone call again. The person on the other end told me that the path had been paved for me, but to walk it well, I still had to rely on my own efforts. At the Finance Bureau, I studied and worked diligently and conscientiously, always completing my tasks well and helping other colleagues as much as possible. I was respectful to the leaders and got along well with my colleagues. Moreover, I noticed that every leader in the bureau treated me very well, which made my colleagues envious. Three months later, that phone call came again, saying that my performance was excellent and I could prepare to take the civil service exam. I was helpless, but I could only continue down this path. After two months of careful preparation, I achieved second place in the written exam among all those taking the Finance Bureau civil service exam. The subsequent interview was purely a formality. When I sat down, all the bureau leaders laughed. The director directly said that my excellent performance over the past few months meant I had already passed the interview. Hearing this, I smiled too; my efforts had not been in vain.

Shortly after my official transfer to the Municipal Finance Bureau, various rumors began to circulate, claiming I was the mistress of a high-ranking official, which explained my opportunity to enter such a sought-after unit as the Finance Bureau. These rumors were most prevalent at my former company, and my husband naturally heard them. When he got home, he questioned me, and I, of course, denied it. Since I spent my days at work and at home taking care of our daughter, my husband didn't suspect anything. However, six months later, when I was promoted to deputy head of the audit department, the rumors resurfaced. This time, they directly accused me of being the mistress of a certain leader (his father), because someone had seen me entering and leaving the high-end residential complex where the leader lived several times—well, it was getting close to the truth. But soon other voices emerged, saying that when I entered and left that complex, the leader had already moved out and was on a business trip in Europe at the time.

The rumors became increasingly confusing, and my husband heard them again. He questioned me again, his attitude now less than favorable. I denied being a mistress, only saying that the complex had a nice environment and I was just taking our daughter for a walk. My husband clearly didn't fully believe me.

Regardless of the rumors, I continued to work diligently at my job, maintaining the same attitude towards colleagues and superiors. Initially, my colleagues looked at me with some suspicion, but after a while, they returned to normal. Indeed, from the day they met me, they saw me simply juggling work and family, showing no signs of being a mistress. When the rumors were rampant, some colleagues even stood up for me, which made me feel ashamed. While I don't deny my work abilities, I must admit that without someone paving the way, I would have had no chance of achieving my current success. Therefore, I could only respond with a smile to my colleagues. However,

I soon discovered that my husband was frequently following me and had secretly conducted a paternity test with our daughter. He also reduced the number of times he went out at night. I wasn't angry; after all, I had felt guilty first, and my experiences during this period were indeed too bizarre to ignore. Besides, I felt that going out for meals and drinks less was an unexpected benefit. However, every time I worked overtime at night or on holidays, my husband would suddenly come to my office to check up on me. Checking was one thing, but seeing me genuinely working hard, he looked disappointed. Did he only feel happy when he saw me cheating?

As time went on without evidence of my infidelity, my husband didn't feel relieved; instead, his temper became increasingly volatile. I knew he was convinced I was cheating. I sighed inwardly; divorce was the only option. My husband was also exhausted by this, becoming quite dejected. Only divorce could free him from this ordeal. We smoothly completed the paperwork. Since my husband's parents had paid the down payment for the house, I didn't complain about the shared installments. I simply had the nanny hold our daughter, and I left our old home with just a suitcase.

Not long after leaving, I received that call saying they had found me a place to stay. I was shocked—how did they know so quickly? But when I saw the nanny, I smiled. She was a spy planted next to me. Upon arriving at my new residence, I saw no one, only a key in the lock. It wasn't large, just a simple two-bedroom apartment with a living room, but it was fully furnished.

I began my new life. With smooth work, career success, and a worry-free life, I felt a significant change in myself. My temperament and mental state were much better than before. This was reflected in my life as an increasing number of suitors and enthusiastic matchmakers from colleagues and friends. I ignored everyone, because he had told me to wait for him, and I would wait forever.

Three years later, I was promoted to section chief and received a transfer order from the Provincial Finance Department. On my first day in the provincial capital, I received another call, and unsurprisingly, accommodation was arranged again.

When I arrived at my new residence in the provincial capital, the key was still in the lock. However, upon opening the door, I immediately saw him. He stood quietly beside the sofa, much more mature than before, with the same gentle smile on his face. Ignoring the nanny with her little girl beside him, I dropped my luggage and rushed into his arms.

[The End]

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