【The Ruthless Years, the Loving Heart: Sister Hui】Author: Butterfly Shadow

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Author: Butterfly Shadow
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【Ruthless Years, Yet Lovers】is a non-serialized series of stories. Each story is independent, recording my
experiences with various women from age 20 to the present. Over the past decade, I've been with many women, but few have left lasting memories. This
series only recounts the women who left me with these memories, some focusing on sexual descriptions, others on reminiscing
about the past. Given the author's limited abilities, the writing is bound to be rough; I hope readers will read it patiently, understand
it, and even laugh at it.
The author would be honored!
I've always had a special fondness for "good women," and the reason for this fondness lies precisely in the word "good." The Xinhua Dictionary explains "good" as
meaning "good," and the "good woman" that everyone admires refers to someone with a good temperament, without deception, and only a desire for
simple happiness. My view of a "good woman" is that she must be a married woman. With a family, she no longer has
messy thoughts. An occasional affair is a thrill for a woman, and an achievement for a man
.
Sister Hui is such a woman. Women born between 1965 and 1975
often marry young in many places. Sister Hui, born in the Year of the Rabbit, is 36 years old, with a 14-year-old child, and
works in a government department in a small town in Baoshan. Many respectable women share similar backgrounds: stable yet monotonous lives. In Sister Hui's words,
"My relationship with my husband is routine; there's no passion whatsoever." More importantly, Sister Hui lacks communication and
interaction, which is the key to winning over this seemingly ordinary woman.
I met Sister Hui on a sunny afternoon.
A friend request with the caption, "The sun is shining brightly outside; is your mood the same?" led her to readily accept. We chatted naturally, and Sister Hui
enjoyed my talkative nature, even becoming somewhat attached to it. Every day, Sister Hui comes home to buy groceries, cook, wait for
her husband and son to come home for dinner, then tidy up and go to bed. The next day, however, she has me by her side, engaging in wide-ranging conversations. Although
it's just verbal communication, it forms a stark contrast to Sister Hui's dull family life.
Once you start chatting with a respectable woman, gradually adding emotional elements, breaking through her defenses becomes just around the corner.
Sister Hui initially said she liked me a lot—of course, she liked that I had time to spend with her every day, but that was definitely not my
goal. Our chats slowly began to incorporate emotional and sexual elements, and these elements eventually became the dominant
focus. A respectable woman who only registered a QQ account to play online games, a virtuous
wife and mother whose daily life was usually uneventful, when she met a man she could confide in, the scales of her emotions slowly tipped . Of course, this emotion was only liking, unrelated to responsibility or love. I could ask 　　Sister Hui
online what kind of underwear she liked to wear and what her measurements were, but every time I tried to flirt with her, she would give me 　　a shy emoji, indicating that she wasn't good at such passionate methods. 　　My online chats with Sister Hui lasted for almost a month, during which I suggested we look at each other's photos. Sister Hui refused 　　, saying she preferred this state of affairs. She said she would imagine me, imagine me as a very menly man. I smiled 　　. Actually, I quite like it too. Sister Hui's voice is very soft, and I've always felt she's a very gentle and 　　refined woman. Perhaps not beautiful, but definitely charming. And there's something about Sister Hui that haunts my dreams: 　　once I asked her how big her breasts were, and she told me 80E. I quickly looked it up online and posted 　　the question on a porn site. The result excited me immensely; Sister Hui possessed a pair that could absolutely be called 　　"masculine breasts." A respectable woman, a mature woman, a civil servant, elegant, and busty… what an alluring combination! I even 　　felt like I'd met one. 　　Time slowly passed, and my desire swelled with anticipation, yet I persisted in 　　sketching in my imagination and teasing her online. This kind of exquisite woman shouldn't be tasted rashly. Of course, desire can't be 　　suppressed indefinitely, or I'll experience imaginary fatigue. I started directly asking Sister Hui if we met, would we want to have sex 　　? Although Sister Hui still sent me a shy emoji, it already indicated her tacit consent. I imagined a 　　voluptuous body writhing beneath me, a pair of large breasts swaying before my eyes. A long-lost pleasure spread through Hui Jie's 　　entire body, a suppressed urge released in the collision of their genitals. Hui Jie couldn't resist my questioning, and I learned 　　about the things between Hui Jie and her husband. Each time they made love, it lasted about five minutes. Hui Jie's husband would lie on top of her 　　, licking her nipples and her genitals, and then they would start making love, finishing in a few minutes with "huffing and puffing." 　　Except for the first few years of their marriage, Hui Jie hadn't known for many years. I asked Hui Jie, "Do you lick your husband?" Hui 　　Jie asked, "Lick what?" I said, "Of course, his penis." Hui Jie directly answered, "No." I asked, "Why?" Hui Jie said, " 　　There's no reason. I just don't lick it. He used to ask me to, but I always refused, and then he 　　never brought it up again." I wasn't particularly surprised by what Sister Hui said, because I've met several 　　women like that. For them, having sex with their husbands is just about fucking; once their husbands ejaculate inside them, they 　　consider their duties as wives complete. What I want to tease and conquer Sister Hui is her long-lost, yet still 　　yearning, passion for sex. With enough patience and communication, Sister Hui will rekindle her ravenous 　　passion. 　　I live in the city, while Sister Hui lives in the suburbs. Due to work, I frequently travel to different parts of Shanghai. 　　I had been to the town Sister Hui mentioned a long time ago, and sometimes during our conversations, we'd mention places I vaguely remembered 　　, which Sister Hui always confirmed. I started planning. I could 　　find out where Sister Hui worked online. Although I'd never met her, I figured her 80E bust would be a striking feature, especially since the weather 　　was getting warmer. Thin clothing would definitely accentuate it. Then I'd 　　chat with her on QQ, asking what she was wearing that day—a thrill of spying on her from the shadows. I was 　　excited. 　　The day I chose to spy on Sister Hui was after I'd been with another mature woman. That woman, Xiaoyu 　　, was also a "bitter woman" living in the suburbs. We'd been together for over three years, practically 　　husband and wife, but Xiaoyu gave me treatment her husband might never enjoy. After contacting Xiaoyu…

We had lunch together and then booked a room at the Hanting Hotel. After enjoying over an hour of emperor-like treatment, when
Xiaoyu excitedly opened her mouth to catch my ejaculate, I lost all interest in this mature woman
and focused my attention on spying on Sister Hui.
It was already past 2 PM when we left Songjiang. Taking the outer ring road to Luojing in Baoshan, including traffic,
it would take about an hour to arrive. Sister Hui finished work at 4 PM, so I had plenty of time to wait at the gate.
The unfamiliar town and environment only increased the excitement. I used to do these
impulsive things often when I was in school, and doing it again after more than ten years was incredibly exciting. Before me was Sister Hui's workplace;
the wide gate displayed the authority of a government department in a harmonious society. There weren't many people coming and going. I sat
in the car and started chatting with Sister Hui on QQ, of course, without revealing my purpose, otherwise, the excitement would be lost.
We chatted as usual, but Sister Hui was surprised and asked why I was using a phone. I told her I was fine outside, but
I missed her. Sister Hui asked me what I meant by missing her. I said, "Of course I missed you with my heart and my body." Sister Hui scolded me for being annoying.
As the end of the workday approached, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. So I quickly got off the bus and ran to where Sister Hui worked
to find a restroom. The lobby was crowded. Sister Hui was in the finance department, not in the lobby, but definitely in
some room on some floor. Of course, even if I bumped into Sister Hui, the chances of me recognizing her were far greater than her recognizing me,
because the chances of her recognizing me were zero. She didn't know I was wandering around her workplace, and she had no idea
what I looked like. The service hall was bustling with people. Diligent civil servants were 　　explaining and processing matters that
the ignorant and annoying citizens didn't really want to do but had to. I walked through the lobby calmly, 　　still feeling a surge of excitement. Sister Hui was almost there, but I couldn't see her. My phone was on vibrate, constantly 　　reminding me that Sister Hui was still chatting with me at her computer in some room. The restroom was easy to find, so I quickly went in to relieve 　　myself. I pulled out my limp penis, and the murky urine splashed into the clean urinal. My 　　penis, which had just been rolling around in Xiaoyu's mouth, would probably be sucked by Huijie soon. 　　I got back into the car, and Huijie texted me saying she was leaving work and wanted me to go home early too, because I had told 　　her I was still at the construction site. I told her I missed her especially today and wanted to be with her. Huijie said she missed me too. 　　We had planned to make love this weekend, but today was only Tuesday. After I replied to Huijie that I missed her and wanted her, 　　she went offline. I started imagining Huijie shutting down her computer, locking the door, going down the stairs, and leaving through the main gate, perhaps 　　with her colleagues. Soon, people from Huijie's workplace started leaving through the main gate, and I stared intently at 　　the breasts of each woman who came out, waiting for that 80E to arrive. 　　The wait was agonizing, but the anticipation of seeing the elegant woman I'd been imagining for a month, the 　　mature woman with 80E breasts, the Hui 　　-jie I'd conquered online, the one who would be docile and even passionate in our lovemaking—this anticipation was also incredibly exciting. The camera focused on a woman walking out of a door alone. 　　She had wavy hair, wore glasses (I already knew Hui-jie was nearsighted), a black business suit, 　　and carried a handbag. Her most striking feature was her enormous breasts; I could even see them swaying slightly with her steps 　　. Yes, it was definitely Hui-jie, a certainty based on her physical appearance. A month's worth of imaginings had 　　finally come to fruition. While not entirely satisfactory, it differed somewhat from my expectations. A woman like Hui-jie walking 　　down the street, aside from her large breasts attracting the attention of some breast fetishists, would simply 　　blend into the crowd. The elegance I'd imagined was almost entirely absent in this woman. 　　Hui-jie walked hurriedly, as she needed to go to the market to buy groceries and cook dinner. I quickly took out my phone and called Sister Hui 　　to confirm if it was really her. When Sister Hui was still a few meters away from the car, the phone 　　rang, reminding her. She looked down and took her phone out of her bag, talking to me as she walked. 　　"Sister, are you off work?" 　　"Hehe, yeah! Are you still at the construction site?" Sister Hui said, quickly walking past my car, 　　completely unaware that the person she was talking to was right in front of her. 　　"Sister, you're so pretty," I said, staring at Sister Hui's back. 　　"You little rascal, you can't even see me, you're just talking nonsense." Sister Hui probably thought my words were a bit incoherent. 　　"Sister, I want to be with you, okay?" 　　"Hehe, you little rascal, didn't we agree on this weekend? Okay, okay, I have to go buy groceries. Drive 　　carefully." Sister Hui seemed about to hang up. 　　I couldn't hide it anymore; the game was over, it was time to get serious. Although Sister Hui wasn't as 　　perfect as I'd imagined, her company over the past few days had already made me want to sleep with her. What happened next 　　would have to wait until we actually met! 　　"Sister, I'm right behind you," I quickly stated. 　　Almost instantly, Sister Hui reflexively turned her head. But seeing nothing, she quickly turned 　　back. "You little rascal, don't joke around with your sister." 　　"I'm not kidding. I really am behind you. Walk back, there's a car on the side of the road, the license plate is xxxxxxxxx 　　, I'm in it." My tone became urgent. 　　"Hehe, really?" Sister Hui laughed, but also glanced back again. Her half-walking motion 　　was clearly visible to me. "Which car?" 　　"That black Nissan." Sister Hui might not recognize a Nissan, but she could always distinguish the color 　　. 　　"Oh, I see. You're not really in there, are you? Don't scare me." Sister Hui started to get anxious 　　. 　　"Come over here, I'll honk the horn so you can hear it." 　　The loud horn sound really attracted Sister Hui. Because of the tinted windows, Sister Hui couldn't see whether there was 　　anyone in the car, but she was already walking towards me, believing the horn sound, but she couldn't believe I was really in front of her. 　　I hung up the phone, and when Sister Hui reached the car, I rolled down the window. I called out to her, "Sister." 　　Sister Hui opened her mouth instantly, then immediately covered it with her hand. But she couldn't hide her inner surprise; she absolutely...

Unexpectedly, from chatting with her on QQ in the afternoon to actually seeing me in person, this
was definitely a thrill for Sister Hui.
"Is it really you? You little rascal. (Ever since we became acquainted, Sister Hui has always called me that.)" "
Of course. See? Hehe, get in the car."
Sister Hui didn't think much of it; the surprise before her left her speechless, and she could only follow my instructions. Sister Hui strolled
to the other side, opened the car door, and got in. I was somewhat prepared, and the scene before me didn't make me
lose my composure, but Sister Hui was different. She was still immersed in disbelief, sitting in the car looking so
awkward and unnatural. Since we'd already talked about everything online, and now
she'd come to me, why pretend? While Sister Hui was still in a state of surprise, I took her hand, and she didn't flinch.
"Are you happy, sister?" I said gently to her.
"Yes, you little rascal, you've been lying to me for so long." Sister Hui looked very happy.
"Want to surprise your sister? Hehe," I said, releasing Hui's hand and placing it on her shoulder, as if to
hug her. I turned around so my other hand could caress Hui's face. Hui, just
like during our passionate online chat, shyly lowered her head, refusing to look at me. I boldly pulled her close and kissed her. Hui didn't
refuse; instead, she stuck out her tongue and we French kissed. Everything was so sudden for Hui. So many days
of companionship, so many days of cultivating feelings, and now it had become reality. Before she could even think, she was about to experience
the joy that she had only been able to rely on online.
After kissing for a while, as we gradually calmed down, we sat upright in our respective seats again,
sorting out our current feelings. I wanted to suggest going to a hotel with Hui. It would definitely be fine by the weekend, but
I wasn't sure if Hui would act impulsively after I caught her off guard.
"Sister, I want you," I said directly.
"You little rascal." Having built up our online relationship before, Sister Hui wasn't surprised by my request
. "Whatever you say."
"Then you're not going home to cook?" I'd suggested meeting up with Sister Hui in the evening before, but she always
refused, saying she had to go home to cook and wait for her husband and kids to come home for dinner. Looking back, I guess I wasn't ready!
"It's okay, I'll call him and say I have to go to a friend's house tonight." Sister Hui answered easily
.
"Okay." I replied. I hugged Sister Hui and kissed her again; she readily obliged with her tongue, and
I started to feel the urge. "Then let's go to Jiading."
Along the way, we had both regained our composure, although we were both anticipating the upcoming lovemaking
. But we were both adults; that kind of passionate lovemaking was only suitable for the bedroom.
Soon, the car arrived in Jiading city. I had already looked up
budget hotels like Motel or Hanting in Jiading online, but to no avail. Frustrated, I could only walk along the road, looking around as I went
. Sure enough, I found a Motel 168 on Bole Road, the busiest street in Jiading. Damn, why can't I
find it online?
After parking, I told Hui-jie to wait somewhere. I didn't want anyone to see me going into a Motel 168 with a woman
. Hui-jie obediently waited by the roadside. I quickly went in and booked a room for an hour, 100 yuan
for 4 hours, enough for at most two times.
After entering the room, I sent Hui-jie the room number and quickly took a shower. Since I had already
made love with Xiao-yu at noon and showered twice, I only needed to focus on washing my private parts. In less than two minutes, I
was finished showering and waiting for Hui-jie in the room wearing only my underwear. Suddenly, I had a feeling, a feeling that the excitement was slowly
fading. Of course, the excitement subsided compared to when I was secretly watching Sister Hui and finally met her
. The thought of Sister Hui soon being completely naked, her two proud, large breasts trembling, legs spread wide, waiting for
me to fuck her, still excited me. After all, she was someone's wife, a respectable woman.
"Knock, knock, knock," Sister Hui knocked on the door. I ran to open it. Seeing me only in my underwear,
she couldn't help but laugh. "You little rascal, so eager."
"I missed you so much, sister." Closing the door, I hugged Sister Hui, took her handbag and threw it on the bed so
she could free her hands to hug me. In this ambiguous room, with a respectable woman offering herself up, just
hugging and kissing was enough to make my penis quickly erect, pressing against Sister Hui's body. This lovemaking
was expected and anticipated, although it came a little early. Embracing and kissing a man she had never touched before, someone she had only just met,
Hui-jie, already a mother and rarely passionate, felt a sense of satisfaction. Her breathing
quickened, and she held me tightly, even her kisses seemed greedy. We
moved towards the bed while kissing, and I used my free hand to unbutton Hui-jie's clothes, taking off her blazer, then her blouse, revealing her
large breasts, partially covered by a large bra. Hui-jie ignored my
actions, continuing to kiss me with her eyes closed. I didn't rush to remove her bra, but instead began to unbutton her pants
. Her lower body was unburdened; after the pants were off, only her underwear remained.
Throughout, Hui-jie silently allowed me to undress her, and I also grabbed Hui-jie's hand to touch my erect
penis. Hui murmured, "So big, so hard." Not to be outdone, I unhooked her bra, pulled down her
panties, cupped one of her breasts in my hands, and put the nipple in my mouth, murmuring, "Sister's breasts
are so big, so big." Hui's breasts were indeed as she described. Although I didn't know the exact size of 80E,
the swaying breasts in front of me were definitely large. Although they were sagging, they were still full enough. I pulled one
hand away and touched her genitals. The thick pubic hair and the warm, wet vagina expressed
how excited Hui was. After caressing her for a while, Hui suggested taking a shower. After all, she hadn't showered for a day and a night, and she felt that
the smell of her genitals would affect the sex later.
Hui pulled away from my embrace, turned and walked towards the bathroom, her plump buttocks stimulating my eyes. There was no curves,
only mature beauty. I had just touched Hui's vulva and secretly smelled it. Indeed, apart from a slight smell of urine...
Aside from that, there was no other odor, which reassured me once again that Sister Hui was a respectable woman. I followed Sister Hui
to wash my hands, removing the odor.
When Sister Hui finished washing, she came out wrapped in a bath towel. I was already watching TV on the bed waiting for her. When she walked to the bedside, I
ripped off her bath towel, revealing an extremely voluptuous body once again. I reached out and pulled Sister Hui over, and
that full, naked woman climbed onto me. We embraced and continued kissing, and I continued to caress
those breasts that I longed for, kneading, rubbing, and pinching them, feeling quite comfortable. Sister Hui was heavy; I felt her weight,
so I pushed her down, indicating that she should lick my body. Sister Hui was indeed clumsy; she didn't know how to
kiss my body with her mouth, but instead rested her face against my chest and wouldn't move. Frustrated, I rolled over and pinned Sister Hui beneath me,
beginning to kiss her, from her neck to her nipples, to her lower abdomen, all the way to her pubic area covered in thick pubic hair.
I quite enjoy licking women's vulvas, but the wetness of a mature woman's genitals when she's aroused is overwhelming; the sticky fluid makes me hesitant
. Instead of licking, I used my hand to caress her sticky vulva, then inserted my middle finger and made thrusting motions.
Sister Hui was excited because she was with a man she liked but was also a stranger to. Sister Hui spread her legs, enjoying
my caresses, while I moved slightly towards her head so she could pull down my underwear and stroke my penis.
Sister Hui did just that; she grasped my erect penis with her full, fleshy hand and began to stroke it. After
masturbating each other for a while, I sat up and had Sister Hui lick my penis. I had previously asked Sister Hui if she would give me oral sex, even if she didn't give it to her husband.
Sister Hui said she would change for me if she liked me, so she used my penis as an experiment to practice.
Sure enough, Sister Hui's mouth reached for my penis. First, she stuck out her tongue and licked the glans, then opened
her mouth and took my penis in. She didn't lick, she just moved it up and down. The oral sex wasn't very stimulating, although
Sister Hui was very attentive.
After licking for a while, I pushed Sister Hui down, forcefully spread her legs and lifted them high. With a strong thrust, my penis
slid smoothly into her vagina. I thrust in and out very forcefully. Sister Hui's vagina was very wet, and her legs were spread wide. Every
time our bodies collided, Sister Hui let out excited "ah ah" sounds. I thrust vigorously, changing positions every few minutes
. With each change, my urge to ejaculate lessened, while Sister Hui fully enjoyed
the pleasure brought by the penetration. I started changing locations again, from the bed to the bedside, from the bedside to the chair, from the chair to the TV
stand. Sister Hui kept shouting, "Be gentle, it's too rough!" I ignored her. With mature women, only forcefulness would
excite her. Finally, I had Sister Hui kneel by the bed, her full, plump buttocks completely blocking my view
. I penetrated her again smoothly, and after a dozen or so thrusts, I pulled out my penis, ejaculating a small amount of semen onto her buttocks
and back.
Panting, I stroked my penis, wiping the remaining semen onto Sister Hui's buttocks. Sister Hui remained
in that position, lying there, her buttocks high in the air, enjoying the lingering pleasure.
After a while, Sister Hui got up to wash off the semen, and I went to the sink to wash my now limp
penis. Then we lay on the bed watching TV. A woman's orgasm fades more slowly than a man's. Even lying in
bed, Sister Hui leaned against my chest, talking about the pleasure she had experienced from my sudden advances that night—
a pleasure she hadn't felt in many years. I knew that, both physically and psychologically, Sister Hui had
been completely conquered by me at this moment, and the feelings we had cultivated over the past month had entered a
completely new way of relating because of tonight's lovemaking.
Once the mature woman's defenses were breached, I eagerly awaited the pleasure to come. Not just tonight, but perhaps for the foreseeable
future, I could book a room and wait for Sister Hui to come and let me fuck her.
After chatting for a while, the feeling returned. I asked Sister Hui to give me oral sex again, and also taught her how to
make me feel good. Sister Hui learned very diligently, but she also started touching my penis with her teeth, making me feel uncomfortable occasionally.
The second time we made love, Sister Hui was the main initiator. The woman-on-top position allowed her to fully enjoy
the immense pleasure brought to her by the penis inside her vagina, while I lay naturally, admiring
the wild movements of her large breasts as they swayed. Then, I had Sister Hui turn around and sit on top of me, sticking her butt out and stroking my penis until I
felt myself ejaculating again. Then I rolled over and pinned Sister Hui down, thrusting for the third time and ejaculating white semen onto a woman
. I truly felt a sense of exhaustion.
After making love, checking out of the hotel, having dinner, and starting the car, I drove Sister Hui home in the dark of night. I began
the next step of my plan, just like how I trained Xiaoyu back then
, transforming a woman who initially only offered kisses, caresses, and sex into a completely submissive sex slave. I hoped and strived to train Sister Hui
well.
Now, I've been with Sister Hui for over a month. We've had sex three times—twice in the room and once
in the car—and have already done some initial training. Sister Hui's oral sex skills have improved; she can now
sit in the passenger seat on some nameless street in her small town and give me oral sex until I ejaculate.
Without me by her side, Sister Hui remains the same respectable woman, a virtuous wife and mother, and, yes, still
a civil servant.
Time is merciless, but people are not. My Sister Hui is still a respectable woman I can have sex with whenever I want. She's
good because she has me. I'm good too, because I occasionally have her.

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