I'm sorry, husband, I've fallen in love with someone else.

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This is Professor Wen Yusi teaching his course "Art and Society" at Jiangcheng University.

He dragged out the last lecture; he hated teaching this course, yet it was a fundamental required course for all students in the department.

As an art professor, his teaching style was characterized by widespread satire, even criticism.

However, he was incredibly popular with his students. Every student could imagine Wen Yusi's unrestrained and arrogant demeanor on other occasions. Students interpreted his coldness and acerbity as a powerful satire of the increasing bourgeoisification of socialist China, a microcosm of the cynicism cherished by radical undergraduates.

Wen Yusi's popularity stemmed from several seemingly unrelated reasons.

At only thirty-six years old, he was the youngest professor in the university's art department. His bold and insightful teaching style, his humorous yet elegant demeanor, and his extremely sharp criticism of negative social phenomena made him an unwitting god in the eyes of those easily excitable university students.

However, what students admired most was his legendary reputation in the piano world. His imaginative piano playing often left audiences mesmerized and captivated.

While many believed this piano prodigy would enter the sacred halls of music, he chose a seemingly unrelated art major.

Many women felt that beneath his aloof and refined demeanor lay a tender and mysterious nature. Although of medium height, he possessed graceful, slender hands and deep, dark eyes. His imposing presence on the lecture platform often stirred their hearts and stirred their fantasies.

"Art is art. There is only the distinction between non-art and art. There is no such thing as high art, popular art, mass art, or youth art; these are merely superfluous embellishments..."

Wen Yusi lectured eloquently, his gaze unconsciously sweeping across the first row of the lecture hall.

As usual, the first row was filled with enthusiastic girls, smiling, nodding frequently, their knees unconsciously spread apart, their skirts lifted high.

In his mind, these brainless girls were no different from deer galloping across the grasslands or fish frolicking in the water—purely women, just a more advanced kind of animal.

Just as Wen Yusi had precisely calculated, his lecture ended precisely as the bell rang.

He concluded by wishing his students a pleasant weekend, and as usual, they applauded and cheered. He quickly left.

Just as he reached the corner of the hall, he encountered a girl in a black suit, with long, glossy black hair, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

He frowned; this was a troublesome character, for she was Yue Xiaoqing, the only daughter of Yue Bochuan, the secretary of the Jiangcheng Municipal Party Committee.

"Teacher Wen, I love your lectures, they're so lively!" He knew this phrase so well it was practically calloused.

"That's great," Wen Yusi replied politely.

"I'm going home this weekend, could I invite you to my house?" Yue Xiaoqing nodded, suppressing her excitement, her eyes blazing with anticipation.

“I’m glad, thank you for the invitation, but I’m sorry, I’m going home this weekend too; my wife wants to celebrate her birthday with me.” Wen Yusi smiled and nodded, politely declining.

“That’s such a pity… but…” Yue Xiaoqing remained silent for a long time before clearing her throat, her words trailing off.

“Yes, it’s a pity.” Wen Yusi nodded in agreement.

She walked down the hall with disappointed steps.

Wen Yusi hummed a tune as he entered his office. He turned on his computer, and soon, an email appeared on the screen. He pondered, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he typed in several passwords.

He knew very well that he had work to do again.

All because he was an assassin, or rather, a killer.

If she hadn’t met Wen Yusi, Ji Xiaofeng might have become an excellent lawyer, or even a local court administrator.

With her outstanding talent and strong political background, her future in politics would have been a smooth road paved with flowers. Who

was to blame? Could it be her friend Zhong Yan? Ji Xiaofeng shook her head firmly, sat on the beach chair on the balcony, and gazed ahead.

At this moment, she had sent her daughter to her parents' house; she wanted to spend this beautiful weekend just the two of them.

His vigor, his tenderness, and the fleeting melancholy in his eyes always captivated her.

Hearing the key enter the lock, her face flushed instantly. Her body, encased in a robe, was burning hot; her legs went weak, and she involuntarily leaned against the white wall, watching him slowly approach her.

Ji Xiaofeng would never forget this temptation: to remain silent, to accept whatever fate had given her—to lie in the arms of her beloved, to receive and shamelessly return his passionate kisses, wet and glistening with heat.

She twisted her still-beautiful body, letting every part of her curvaceous form open to him: her slightly closed eyes, her delicate nose, and her full lips.

"Darling, you missed me, didn't you?"

She saw two flames burning in a pair of dark eyes, and she felt lightheaded. She let out a soft moan, feeling a surge of happiness wash over her.

Come, those gentle, slender hands, peel away the clothes I've longed to take off. My firm breasts, my pubic hair, are all yours.

Thinking of this, she trembled with shame again.

Wen Yu could sense the subtle physical changes and strong yet subtle signals of desire from the woman beneath him. His supple hands roamed skillfully over her body.

She awaited his hard penetration; her nipples were hard and purplish-red, her pubic hair stood on end, and her clitoris was unusually swollen from engorgement.

He smiled slightly. Generally speaking, his need for sex wasn't stronger than that of an ordinary single man. However, whenever he was on a certain mission, his sex life was always at its peak. His extraordinary stamina and rich experience demonstrated that he rarely succumbed to the temptation of curiosity. Whether

in Beijing, Shanghai, Chongqing, or the beautiful cities of Suzhou and Hangzhou, he had never noticed any subtle differences between the women in these places. He had seen women in every position imaginable; he couldn't even recall how many women he had been with.

And now, this woman, already aroused, was welcoming his entry in what she considered the most comfortable way.

Patches of sunlight streamed into the dimly lit room through the half-open blinds, dust particles swirling freely in the light.

Wen Yusi, straddling Ji Xiaofeng's flushed body, stretched his strong waist with ease. His sensitive ears could clearly hear the extremely obscene sounds of his penis penetrating her vagina. The slight shifting of Ji Xiaofeng's joints from the vigorous movement was also palpable, each impact sending her into a state of ecstasy.

But Wen Yu was different. He had never experienced the intoxicating pleasure that most people feel when they reach orgasm, because his "biological factory" regularly produced thick semen, and when the semen reached saturation, it made him uncomfortable, affecting his sleep and work. For him, that momentary relief was merely the end of pain, not pleasure.

She had been someone else's wife.

Ten years ago, on a spring night, he met her at Zhong Yan's wedding ceremony.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have seen in my twenty-odd years!"

His frankness and his deep, slightly magnetic voice were unforgettable.

Even a polite handshake stirred her hidden desires, moistening her surging passion.

In the days that followed, she nearly went mad. His bold passion breached her defenses, which she had built around the excuse that "I am already married and have a three-year-old child," and she quickly succumbed to his fiery emotions. That day was nearing

the end of the year.

"Your husband hasn't come back yet?" Wen Yusi placed a bouquet of flowers in a blue-and-white porcelain vase, then slipped his hand inside her warm bra.

"He said he has a case today and will be back late. I don't know when he'll be back." Ji Xiaofeng tightly squeezed her thighs together, as if to stop the flow of her desire.

"What does it matter?"

He pulled off her bra and tossed it onto the sofa.

This woman was one of the few in his career who could truly move him.

When he placed her on the table and removed her panties, she trembled slightly. The pubic hair on her prominent mons pubis grew neatly in an inverted triangle towards her navel, clearly meticulously groomed.

"Yu Si, what exactly do you want from me?

" she asked, arching her large buttocks, her clitoris thriving between her labia, yearning for his entry.

"You know I'm a judge; my workplace won't tolerate this."

Extramarital affairs are still unacceptable in China, a country with a five-thousand-year-old tradition.

"I want you to be my woman, that's all."

As Yu Si's enormous penis plunged into her still-narrow vagina, he felt its tightness, warmth, and wetness. He thrust slowly and deliberately, savoring each impact, each of her reactions, each moan and gasp, each sharp cry of passion—all so different from her serious and dignified demeanor in court.

Only after she had climaxed several times did he withdraw his still-erect penis. He wanted to insert it into her anus. Although she resisted, she endured the intense pain and let him ravage her as he pleased.

At the moment of penetration, she gasped softly, but he heard the faint sound of a key entering the lock. The newcomer's footsteps were unhurried.

He continued his slow, methodical thrusting, his hands on her buttocks. Ji Xiaofeng, slumped over the table, was drenched in sweat, moaning wildly as if her body was about to explode.

The footsteps slowed to a halt at the door. A moment later, the door opened, and Wen Yusi's gaze met that of the newcomer. The man's gaze was angry, his reaction intense, for he had pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the couple engaged in passionate intercourse.

"Who is he?" Ji Xiaofeng cried out in anger. She tried to get up, but Wen Yusi continued his methodical thrusting, as if the man who had entered didn't exist.

“My name is Wen Yusi, and I’m her man.”

He suddenly thrust his entire penis deep into her anus. Ji Xiaofeng cried out again, unable to control her emotions. She could clearly feel his burning energy erupting within her.

“Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. You must be Cai Yong, Xiaofeng’s husband.” Wen Yusi ejaculated the last bullet, withdrew his still incredibly vigorous penis, and slapped her buttocks.

Cai Yong’s facial muscles twitched, a variety of expressions displayed on his pale face. His hand holding the pistol trembled, but Wen Yusi still saw the hesitation in his eyes.

At this moment, Ji Xiaofeng was busy getting dressed, but with her back to her husband, she hadn’t put on her underwear in her haste, leaving it alone under the table, watching this real-life drama unfold before her.

“You can’t shoot, Cai Yong. I committed adultery with your wife, but it doesn’t warrant the death penalty.”

Wen Yusi put on his underwear, then picked up a cigarette from the table, took one out, and lit it. It was his favorite “555” brand cigarette, with a strong and fragrant taste.

“Let’s get a divorce, Cai Yong.”

Ji Xiaofeng, after putting on her clothes, regained her usual shrewdness and arrogance. “I only want the child; everything else is up to you.” She then nervously glanced at Wen Yusi’s face.

He smiled slightly, his face calm. “Feng, as long as you’re happy, I don’t care.” He then exhaled a smoke ring, quite pleased to see the deputy captain of the Jiangcheng City Criminal Investigation Brigade in such a disheveled state.

Cai Yong slowly lowered his pistol, his gaze blank and filled with confusion. “Why? Why did you betray me? We were so loving!”

Their families were old friends; their parents were prominent figures in Jiangcheng. They were once hailed as the golden couple of the legal world, their marriage harmonious and loving, with a lovely child.

“I’m sorry, I’ve fallen in love with someone else, it’s him.”

Ji Xiaofeng looked back at Wen Yusi with such longing and tenderness, clearly deeply in love. Cai Yong closed his eyes in anguish. He had never seen such a loving gaze before. He knew in his heart that she had never truly loved him!

He sighed heavily, slowly lifting his heavy steps as he walked out of the house. This spring was unusually cold and biting, and his body and mind were more exhausted than ever before.

[The End]

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