[A Glimmer of Hope Amidst Despair] (The End) [Author: Tianya Xiaoxiaosheng]

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I quickly and politely declined, saying, "I'm sorry,
I have some things to do today—"
Minister Zhu smiled and said, "Don't worry, it'll just be the two of us today, just a small drink."
Minister Zhu often invites people for drinks, usually the entire department, and I usually politely decline.
It's not that I don't like it, but usually, the older ones like us pay. It's not that I'm stingy, it's just that 　　I want to save enough money
so that my daughter won't have too much financial burden when she studies in the United States . 　　After a few drinks, Minister Zhu began to pour out his grievances to me. "You know," he said, "the last time I went to America to see 　　my daughter, she actually found a black boyfriend. I was so angry! I lost my temper and told her that if she 　　didn't break up with me, she shouldn't expect to get any more money from me. But you know my wife, 　　she's spoiled that girl rotten since she was little. Not only does she not try to persuade her, but she keeps telling me that they're just dating and won't 　　get married." 　　I could only comfort him, saying, "The kids are grown up, there are many things we can't control anymore." 　　Minister Zhu said, "I'm also highly educated, how could I not understand this? But just thinking about her 　　and that black guy doing *that*, I just—" 　　The minister sighed deeply. As a father myself, I could understand the minister's feelings. I tried to imagine 　　the scene of Sirou being held by a black man. Just one image flashed through my mind, and my stomach churned. 　　Minister Zhu then said, "Your daughter is the best. She's been so well-behaved since she was little, and she always seems so quiet. You've really done 　　a great job raising her." 　　I replied, "It's my wife who raised her well. I've been so busy with work that I haven't had time to take care of her." 　　This wasn't just polite modesty. Looking back now, I realize we really haven't had much interaction. Except for 　　the period when my wife was seriously ill, my daughter and I became each other's support. 　　After that, she went to university, and I began my life as a single old man. 　　Then I talked to the minister about my daughter studying in the United States. I don't know if he was talking nonsense after drinking or if there was any 　　truth to it, but he told me not to worry, saying that the company might be doing personnel changes soon. He might be promoted to 　　manager of a branch office next year. I should take over as minister then, and my salary would be on another level. 　　Then I mentioned that my daughter hadn't been coming home much lately. 　　The minister said with a serious face, "Then we need to be careful. It's very likely she's in a relationship. For a girl 　　, the person she's dating is very important." 　　The minister's words caught my attention, and I thought to myself, "Looks like I need to find an opportunity to talk to Sirou." 　　Seeing that we had both drunk quite a bit, the minister suddenly said to me mysteriously, "Old Xiao, 　　as a man, I'm pretty much done for. But you've trained so well, yet I haven't seen you find someone else. Can you solve this 　　?" 　　I laughed and said, "Old Zhu, you flatter me. I'm all show and no substance, I'm not worth using anymore." 　　After returning home, I went to the computer desk in my study and pressed the power button. After the screen lit up, I took out 　　my phone, looked at the screen again, and confirmed that it was Thursday. 　　Then I opened an encrypted hidden folder. "Which one did I download yesterday but haven't watched yet?" 　　I muttered to myself. 　　"It should be this one." 　　I plugged in my headphones, put them on, turned the volume up, and then took off my pants. The high-pitched moans of the AV actresses coming through my headphones 　　quickly aroused me. 　　I never rushed to finish; after all, this was one of the few sources of pleasure in my life these days. 　　Each time, I would slowly masturbate. When I felt I was about to climax, I would stop. I would experience 　　the scenarios in the AVs that I had never encountered before, and try to understand the AV actresses' performances. 　　After repeating this several times, the AV actresses seemed like women I knew. Watching her bottom line 　　being constantly breached, I felt an uncontrollable urge and finally erupted. 　　I don't know how much time had passed, nor how many times I had repeated it, but that feeling had arrived. I closed 　　my eyes and began to speed up my hand movements. Just as I was about to climax, a slight vibration suddenly pulled me back 　　to reality. 　　"It's the door!" 　　I quickly pulled up my pants, turned around, and sure enough, someone had opened the door. 　　"It's Sirou!" 　　I quickly dressed, filled with shame, and quietly left the study, finding no one in the living room. I went to 　　the entryway and saw, sure enough, a pair of Sirou's shoes. My heart skipped a beat, and my body almost went weak 　　. 　　My biggest fear was that Sirou would come out; I had absolutely no courage to face her. I quickly went back to my room to grab 　　some clothes and ran into the bathroom to shower for a long time. When I came out, I was finally a bit calmer. 　　I went to Sirou's room and knocked on the door. "Sirou, you're back?" 　　"Yes." 　　"It's getting late, go to sleep."

"Wait."
The door opened a crack, and Sirou, still wearing her coat, handed me a laptop bag, her face
expressionless. "Dad, can I fix this? It seems like I accidentally deleted some system files."
I took the bag and said, "Sure, no problem, I'll take a look." I turned to run
away , but
Sirou called after me, "Dad!"
I hesitated, then turned back and asked, "What?"
Sirou said, "You must be tired after a long day at work, rest first. Don't rush to use the computer. You can fix it this weekend when you're free.
I'll come back to pick it up Saturday night. I have school tomorrow, so I won't be sleeping at home."
It was getting late, and I naturally hoped my daughter would stay the night. But because of
what had just happened, my feelings were undoubtedly complicated. Finally, I said, "Okay, then hurry
back to school. Send me a text when you get there."
After Sirou left, I couldn't sleep at all. Even though I knew I had to work tomorrow, I still started fixing her
computer.
It was already past eleven o'clock; three hours had passed without me realizing it. Besides completely restoring Sirou's computer system
, I also, out of professional habit, strengthened her internet security.
I glanced at my phone and saw a text message from my daughter, "Dad, I'm in my dorm." It was
sent around ten o'clock.
This suddenly made me suspicious; Sirou had left home around eight. From home to her university,
it only takes about forty minutes by subway.
I remembered what Minister Zhu had said, and looked at the computer in front of me again. After hesitating for a while, I finally
opened Pandora's box.
First, I hacked Sirou's QQ account, browsed around but didn't find anyone interesting. Then I
hacked Sirou's email, but still found nothing. Suddenly, I remembered, "Her phone!" Nowadays, young
people use their phones for social networking more. I was about to stop there, but then I suddenly remembered that I had noticed a 　　folder
called "Phone Photos" while fixing the computer . 　　Having already secretly checked my daughter's QQ and email accounts, I decided to go all in and open that folder 　　to look at the photos inside. 　　After scrolling for a while, I found photos of her with female classmates and group photos from school activities. Suddenly, I remembered that 　　there seemed to be an encrypted hidden folder in this directory. 　　So I cracked it, and what I found truly shocked me. 　　It was full of photos of Sirou with a man. Yes, a man, not a boy. This man 　　looked to be in his thirties. What disturbed me even more was that these photos seemed to have been taken in a hotel. 　　I couldn't calm down at this point, and I had to take sleeping pills to fall asleep that night. The next day, my mind was filled 　　with thoughts about the man's identity. 　　So I made up my mind and spent Friday night creating a Trojan horse and installing it 　　on Sirou's computer. Whenever she connected her phone to the computer, the Trojan horse would enter her phone. This way, I could view 　　Sirou's WeChat chat history. 　　Sirou came home on Saturday, and I calmly returned the computer to her. Unexpectedly, she made up a bunch of excuses not 　　to stay overnight and left without even eating dinner. 　　Although I still felt somewhat ashamed that Sirou had seen me masturbating that day, 　　her current cold behavior undoubtedly made me feel that everything I was doing was right. 　　Next, I just needed to wait patiently. 　　To my surprise, I made a huge discovery the very next day. The first 　　phone connected to Sirou's computer wasn't hers. 　　I quickly hacked into that phone and first looked through the photos. Sure enough, it was the 　　man who appeared in the photos on Sirou's computer. What was infuriating was that the photos in his phone's album weren't of Sirou, but of another 　　woman. 　　The thing I least wanted to see had happened: this man was a married woman. 　　I took sleeping pills again that night before I could sleep. Thankfully, two days later, the man 　　connected his phone to his computer. This allowed me to follow the trail and hack into his computer. 　　By examining the files on his computer, I learned that the man's name was Li Junxiao, he was 35 years old, and 　　a department manager at a well-known bank—a successful businessman. 　　Li Junxiao was indeed married; his wife was two years younger than him, and they had a six-year-old daughter. 　　Now that things were clear, I naturally couldn't let Sirou date a married man, much less let her 　　be deceived by such a low-class man. 　　So I decided to look for some confidential files to use as leverage. 　　Soon, I found a folder with a very high level of encryption. "This should be it," I muttered 　　to myself, rubbing my hands together. 　　It took me a full two hours to crack the folder, but when I opened it, I found it was full 　　of video files. 　　I couldn't help but smile bitterly; as a network engineer, I had naively thought that company-level confidential files were 　　protected at that level. 　　Looking at the video files one by one, I couldn't help but think of my favorites folder. "Could it be—" 　　I copied the files from the folder to my computer and opened one of them. 　　A woman appeared on the video, her face blurred. She wore a light blue blouse, 　　a black and white striped skirt, and beige high heels, sitting elegantly on the sofa. 　　"Wife, are you ready?" 　　It must have been Li Junxiao's voice. 　　The woman nodded. "Yes." 　　The camera zoomed in on the woman. The woman slowly stood up, her figure quite voluptuous. Combining this with 　　the photos I saw on Li Junxiao's phone, this woman must be his wife. 　　The woman took off her light blue blouse, revealing a gray camisole underneath, her large breasts vaguely visible. 　　Then she took off the camisole, leaving only a white bra on her upper body. Although her large breasts 　　were almost spilling out, and although her waist was somewhat plump, it didn't detract from her beauty at all.

My experience is limited, aside from my first love from nearly thirty years ago and my now-deceased
wife.
I've long forgotten what my first love looked like back then; when I saw her at a class reunion a few years ago, I couldn't recall
the scene of us being naked together.
I, however, still remember my wife's beautiful face and figure. You could say my daughter inherited her looks—delicate
features and a slender, graceful figure. What I remember most vividly is my wife's slender waist and small, pointed breasts.
Perhaps because she's completely different from my wife, this woman's body exerted a tremendous attraction on me
.
But the moment I saw this woman about to take off her bra, I began to control myself.
After turning off the video, I took a deep breath, "What am I doing?"
Not long after, I couldn't resist opening another video. This time, I plunged into an abyss
.
The video showed another woman. To be precise, a girl. Although her face was blurred,
I recognized her immediately as Sirou—my daughter. She was wearing a pink and white striped sweater and a pink
skirt, sitting on the sofa.
Suddenly, a handsome man in a casual suit sat down next to Si Rou, his face blurred
. Undoubtedly, this man was Li Junxiao.
The man gently stroked Si Rou's back. She trembled slightly but didn't resist. Guided by the man, their
lips met, their tongues intertwining. Although I couldn't see Si Rou's expression, I could sense that
she was enjoying it under the man's guidance.
Then, the man began to rub Si Rou's breasts through her clothes. Seeing that Si Rou didn't object, he reached inside her clothes and
continued rubbing. A moment later, the man pulled up Si Rou's clothes, revealing a pair of
small breasts encased in a white bra.
The man pulled down one and began to fidget with the nipple. The pink nipple was exposed before my eyes; I actually
saw my twenty-year-old daughter's nipple. My first thought at that moment was, it really looks
exactly like her mother's.
Seeing that Sirou didn't seem to like it, the man stopped.
They adjusted their positions. Sirou knelt on the ground, and the man pulled down his trousers, revealing his underwear. As
a man, I naturally knew what this man was about to ask Sirou to do.
As a father, I should have been unable to bear watching. But for some reason, I suddenly began to fantasize that
Sirou was my deceased wife.
Although they did look very alike, it was more likely that I instinctively felt that if it were my own wife
giving oral sex, it wouldn't be so unacceptable.
It was a truly bittersweet feeling. My wife and I loved each other dearly, and because we were always busy with work
, our married life had been very monotonous for decades. We had never
experienced anything beyond the normal position.
The man slowly pulled down his underwear, and Sirou watched quietly from the side. The man's penis wasn't large, and Sirou
didn't seem to care.
When the man placed it in front of Sirou, she gently grasped it and put it in her mouth. Compared to the AV actresses I'd seen
, Si Rou seemed quite inexperienced.
But the man's penis still slowly grew larger in Si Rou's mouth. Si Rou diligently served the man
while glancing at him. The man gently stroked Si Rou's hair.
A moment later, guided by the man, the two adjusted their positions. The man sat on the sofa, and Si Rou
knelt down. Just as she was about to bend down, the man suddenly gestured and then
took off Si Rou's coat.
Her small breasts, encased in a white bra, were once again exposed before my eyes. The man gently kneaded them and
said, "So beautiful."
Si Rou laughed happily. She then bent down and diligently served the man again.
The man lifted Si Rou's skirt, first caressing her buttocks, then stroking her genitals through her panties
.
Si Rou occasionally let out soft moans.
The man asked, "Is it comfortable?"
Si Rou nodded.
The man simply lay down on the sofa. Si Rou, now positioned between the man's legs,
began to serve him even more diligently than before.
Soon after, Si Rou let out a series of soft moans, then spat out the man's penis. She then
spat a thick, white liquid from her mouth onto her palm.
The video ended there. My consciousness returned from a strange excitement, but I was quickly
overwhelmed by anger and jealousy.
I slammed my hand on the table, grabbed a can of beer from the refrigerator, and sat down at the computer to gulp it down.
"Fuck you."
When I woke up again, the first thing that struck me was a severe headache, followed by a metallic smell.
I rubbed my eyes, looked at the scattered beer bottles and wads of toilet paper on the study floor, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Last night, I had unconsciously masturbated several times while watching a erotic video of the wife of the man who had harmed my daughter.
Seeing that I was already late for work, I called my department head, Lao Zhu, and asked for annual leave.
On the phone, Lao Zhu said, "What's wrong? You never take annual leave when the company is busy with orders. This
is a crucial time for the company and for you."
I could only lie and say that I wasn't feeling well and wouldn't do it again.
Then I took a good bath and sorted out my thoughts.
Going directly to Si Rou was too embarrassing. If I confronted Li Junxiao, it would eventually reach Si Rou
's ears. After thinking about it, the only person I could work on was Li Junxiao's wife.
I found his wife's WeChat in Li Junxiao's phone. I tried adding her as a friend, and
surprisingly, she accepted.
"Hello, is this Ms. Wan Hong?"
She replied shortly after, "Yes, who is this?"
Then I sent her a screenshot of Li Junxiao and Si Rou kissing from a video, and said, "
Is this your husband, Li Junxiao?"
"Are you that girl's boyfriend?"
I was momentarily speechless, and could only reply, "We're much closer than boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Sorry, I'm at work right now, I'm busy. Can I contact you later?"
"Sure, but I hope our contact is only between the two of us."
"Okay, no problem, don't worry."
"I have dirt on you and your husband, I hope you'll keep your promise." Then I sent a
screenshot of a video.
"Okay, I understand. I'll contact you promptly at 11 o'clock."
The woman kept her promise and indeed sent a message at 11 o'clock: "Excuse me, are you there?"
"Yes."
"Could you tell me what your relationship is with that girl, how you want to resolve this matter, and
what you need me to do?"
"To be honest, I'm her father. As for how to handle this specifically, I hope to meet with you
."
The woman was silent for a while before saying, "Okay, when would you like to meet?"
"12:15 PM, by the flowerbed in xxx park."
"Okay."
I knew the bank where this woman worked was near xxx park, so I specifically chose that place to meet her.
I had lunch and arrived at the flowerbed early. Around 12:00 PM, I saw a
woman in a bank employee uniform, with a full figure, walking towards the flowerbed.
"You see someone in a black tracksuit? That's me."
The woman looked at her phone, glanced around, and walked towards me. I stood up and gestured to her.
She seemed surprised when she saw me. Perhaps my appearance surprised her. I gestured for
her to sit down, then went to the vending machine and bought two coffees. I handed one to her.
We sat next to each other, both a little awkward, each drinking our coffee. I
inexplicably introduced myself: "Hello, I'm Zhou Jianqiang, a software engineer from xxx company."
I unconsciously extended my hand. Although I immediately felt embarrassed, it was too late.
Fortunately, the woman readily shook my hand and introduced herself: "My name is Wan Hong, I
work in the business department of xxx bank."
We took the opportunity to sized each other up again. While the woman wasn't particularly beautiful
, she wasn't ugly either. Compared to Si Rou's angular features, this woman's cheeks and jawline were
simply fuller.
Suddenly remembering watching this woman's videos and masturbating, my face flushed slightly. Thankfully,
I quickly composed myself and asked, "Did you know about their affair before?"
The woman replied helplessly, "I guess so."
I asked, "What do you mean by 'I guess so'?"
"I knew he was having an affair, but I didn't know who it was with."
"So what are you going to do? Are you just going to put up with it?"
The woman sighed and said, "What can I do? I can't divorce him; I have a six-year-old daughter at home
."
I quickly said, "Of course you can't divorce him!"
I thought to myself, "If you divorce, wouldn't Sirou be completely devoted to him?"
The woman quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry for causing you trouble."
"Can't you control your husband?"
The woman hesitated for a moment and said, "Since it's come to this, I'll be frank with you. I
wasn't a virgin when I married my husband, and he was a virgin. You're a man too; you should understand what's going on.
Tell me, how can I have the confidence to tell him this?"
I was speechless for a moment.
The woman continued, "I think he found his balance and came home, so—"
I somehow stumbled into her line of reasoning and blurted out, "He found his balance?
Where am I supposed to find mine? Does she sleep with my daughter, so I'm supposed to sleep with his mother?"
The woman paused, and I immediately realized my mistake, quickly saying, "I'm sorry."
The woman said gently, "I understand your feelings."
This was completely unexpected; who would have thought this woman would allow her husband to have a mistress?
I didn't feel there was much more to say, so I handed her a USB drive containing the videos, saying,
"Take a look; maybe it'll make you decide to control your husband. I know you don't want a divorce, but I don't think he'll
dare to either, otherwise he'll be left with nothing."
The woman took the USB drive, repeatedly expressing her gratitude and apologies, then said, "I hope we can stay in touch;
after all, we're both victims. I have to go to work now."
After she left, I watched her retreating figure, remembering her words, "We're both victims." I
realized I had made a huge mistake. As her wife, the pain she suffered after seeing those videos was far
greater than what I, as her father, felt.
Compared to my resentment towards Li Junxiao and my frustration with Sirou, at that moment, I felt
more pity for this woman. Of course, some of my own selfish desires were also mixed in.
That evening, the woman sent a WeChat message, saying, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I can only beg you for help. I know
my husband has wronged you. I express my deepest apologies. I'll do anything you ask. Just don't expose this
and affect my family."
The meaning was clear: this woman actually wanted to use herself to make up for her husband's mistakes. I don't know if it
was because of my comment, "He messed with his daughter, so should I mess with his mother?" that this thought arose.
My mind was in turmoil; it seemed there was no better solution. But I wasn't willing to just
hand over my daughter, so I replied, "Let me think about it."
I grabbed a can of beer and sat down at my computer. I was drinking and watching the news, but I
couldn't concentrate at all. My mind was only on those things.
So I started looking through Sirou and Li Junxiao's computer files again, and I discovered that their relationship started about
a year ago. And they had drifted apart from me since my daughter went to university two years ago.
I recalled a phrase Minister Zhu often used: "A daughter is like a bird that flies away when she grows up." It dawned on me that my
resentment towards Li Junxiao stemmed from my wishful thinking that he had stolen my daughter.
"No, it's wrong for a married man to take Sirou to a hotel."
I opened the folder containing saved videos, mostly of Li Junxiao and his wife, seemingly their intimate
moments. After watching several, I was surprised to find that their relationship seemed quite good.
What surprised me even more was that every video was blurred out. For
someone like Li Junxiao, who worked at a bank, this wasn't an easy task.
Finally, I found another video of Sirou.
The background was a small hotel. Sirou was sitting on a sofa, wearing a light purple top and a brown skirt
. Li Junxiao was off-camera, not visible.
For the first few minutes, they chatted. They talked about studying in the US, and Li Junxiao
gave Sirou a lot of advice on career planning, which surprised me greatly.
Li Junxiao suddenly asked, "Are you ready?"
Si Rou nodded.
Li Junxiao then sat down beside Si Rou, took her hand, and asked, "Are you nervous? Your hands are shaking."
Si Rou said, "Yes, it's my first time in front of a camera."
"If you're really uncomfortable, I'll turn it off."
"It's okay, I want to try too."
Li Junxiao went to take a shower first, coming out wearing only his underwear. Si Rou then went to take a shower first, coming out wearing
a light purple spaghetti-strap nightgown. At this moment, Li Junxiao pointed the camera at the bed.
Si Rou sat on the bed, and Li Junxiao gently stroked her neck from behind, then reached into her bra
. Soon after, Li Junxiao pulled down the straps of her nightgown, exposing a pair of small, pointed breasts.
Li Junxiao engaged in plenty of foreplay, sometimes sucking, sometimes stroking. Then he moved down to her lower body, pulled down Si
Rou's underwear, and climbed between her legs to service her. First, he used his mouth, sucking and licking. Then
he used his hands, rubbing and poking her, making Si Rou moan softly.
The two then switched to the 69 position, pleasuring each other. Seeing that the time was right, the man
withdrew from under Si Rou. Aiming at Si Rou's protruding buttocks, he entered her.
Afterwards, they switched to the normal position, and soon Li Junxiao lifted Si Rou up, taking his place,
thus becoming a riding position. Perhaps due to the age difference, Li Junxiao seemed somewhat exhausted.
Si Rou, riding on Li Junxiao, swayed her hips, her allure even rivaling that of the AV actresses on my hard drive.
Finally, hearing Li Junxiao let out a low growl, Si Rou stopped, smoothing her hair. She asked, "Did you ejaculate?"
Li Junxiao weakly replied, "Yes."
Si Rou let out a silvery laugh, seemingly quite pleased with herself. After getting off Li Junxiao, Si Rou removed the
condom from his penis, looked at it, and said somewhat dejectedly, "You really came."
Suddenly, Si Rou said, "Let
's do it again." Li Junxiao was surprised, "One more time?"
"Yes, one more time."
Si Rou then took the initiative to kiss Li Junxiao, who was sitting on the bed, and then began to caress his penis.
Seeing that Li Junxiao was aroused again, she put a condom on him. Then she spread her legs and said
, "Come on."
Li Junxiao said, "Now?"
"Yes, hurry."
Li Junxiao had no choice but to enter Si Rou normally again. This time, Li Junxiao couldn't last long before he ejaculated
.
"You came again?"
Li Junxiao waved his hand and said, "I can't take it anymore. I didn't expect you to improve so quickly."
Si Rou smiled and said, "But I still want more." Without waiting for Li Junxiao's reaction, she began to perform oral sex on him
.
Li Junxiao groaned slightly in pain and said, "Do you really still want it?"
Si Rou replied resolutely, "Yes."
"Wait, wait."
Li Junxiao then got up, seemingly to get something.
Si Rou looked at him and said, "Why didn't you drink it earlier?"
Li Junxiao said, "Drinking too much of this stuff is never good. If it weren't for you..."
Si Rou smiled and walked away, saying, "Thank you."
After a while, the two returned to the bed. Si Rou said, "You lie down, I'll do it."
Li Junxiao lay down on the bed. Si Rou immediately straddled him, but didn't immediately let Li Junxiao enter
her body. Instead, she pressed her face against Li Junxiao's.
Si Rou twisted her waist, and Li Junxiao, being pressed down, became a little breathless, laboriously serving Si Rou with his mouth
.
Si Rou asked, "Is it okay?"
"Mmm—come on." There was a hint of tragic determination in Li Junxiao's tone.
Si Rou adjusted her position, positioning Li Junxiao's penis against her lower body, then sat down,
writhing and moaning wildly, occasionally tossing her hair.
This time, Li Junxiao lasted longer. Si Rou finally reached her climax in her frenzied writhing,
collapsing exhausted on top of Li Junxiao.
Li Junxiao said weakly, "You've improved so fast. When we go to America, I'm afraid
even older men will be able to satisfy you."
Si Rou playfully slapped Li Junxiao, laughing, "I don't want to do it with black men, it's disgusting."
The two then lay on the bed chatting for a while, mentioning Si Rou's affair with her first boyfriend
. The video ended after they got up to shower.
Meanwhile, I felt a deep, unvented frustration, finding release only through frantic masturbation.
Entering a period of clarity, I calmly reflected. It seemed that for the past few days, I had been taking things for granted
. I naturally assumed that Li Junxiao had harmed Sirou for his own lust. But now it seems that Sirou
wasn't deceived at all; she was completely enjoying the process.
I'm suddenly very confused. How could my daughter, who has always been like a pure white lotus in my heart, have become such a lewd
woman?
That night, I drowned my sorrows in alcohol again, finally falling asleep only after getting completely drunk.
The next day, I arrived at the company with a hangover headache. The first person I saw was Minister Zhu, who looked utterly depressed
. By noon, my hangover had subsided considerably. During lunch, Minister Zhu and I sat in a corner of the cafeteria
. I asked, "What's wrong? You don't look well."
Minister Zhu replied, "Oh, don't even mention it. It's all because of my daughter."
"What happened?"
Suddenly, Minister Zhu's phone rang. "Excuse me, I need to take this call." Minister Zhu went to the balcony and made
a call that lasted for over forty minutes. When he returned, he barely ate anything and then stopped.
He whispered to me, "Old Xiao, I'm treating you to dinner tonight. Let's go out for a meal. There are some things I
can only tell you."
Thinking that I would be miserable alone at home, I agreed.
During dinner that evening, Minister Zhu told me about his daughter. It turned out that his daughter had
married a black man in America without his consent and hoped that Minister Zhu could go to America to meet her. Minister Zhu was naturally furious and refused to go.
However, his wife, being soft-hearted, went to America alone. Around noon, Mrs. Zhu called to
let him know she was safe. She also mentioned to Minister Zhu that although her son-in-law was Black, he was a very kind person, coming to pick her up at the airport late at night
and even trying to learn Chinese.
Minister Zhu couldn't help but sigh, "Times have really changed; perhaps we really are getting old."
Minister Zhu's words undoubtedly touched me. After parting with Minister Zhu, I wandered the streets, reluctant to go home.
Suddenly, I received a WeChat message: "Hello, I'm so sorry to bother you in your busy schedule. Can we meet
?" It was from Li Junxiao's wife, Wan Hong.
My heart was also empty and needed someone to fill it, so I replied without hesitation, "Okay."
Upon seeing her, I felt a surge of pity. To be honest, I had
come to terms with Si Rou's situation quite a bit these past few days. But looking at this woman before me, as her wife, it was probably difficult not to think about these things.
Besides that, there was another feeling, which I couldn't quite put my finger on. I wondered if it was because she was wearing
the exact same clothes as in the video today. A blue cardigan, a black and white striped skirt, and beige high heels.
I asked, "Is something wrong?"
"You showed me the video."
I was speechless for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, it was an impulsive thing to do. I
shouldn't have shown it to you."
The woman said, "I didn't mean to blame you."
I asked with concern, "What's wrong? Have you decided to get a divorce?"
The woman shook her head: "I won't get a divorce. It's not good for our daughter. A child can't be without a father."
"Then what do you plan to do?"
"I don't know. Although I felt guilty towards him back then, and I turned a blind eye to his other women,
he—I'm sorry—for that woman."
"It's okay. What happened to Sirou? Did you spend a lot of money? I'm really sorry. Just tell me, and
I'll pay it all back."
"No. He hasn't touched me for months."
I immediately understood. I remembered that in the video, Li Junxiao hadn't been able to satisfy Sirou properly and had made an excuse
that he had "paid his dues" the day before, so he wasn't in good shape.
"So you want to get revenge on him, is that it?"
The woman looked at me tenderly. "I just want to experience what it's like to be a woman again. Although I know
I'm not a very attractive woman."
I quickly said, "No, you're still young, and you're still very attractive to men."
The woman bit her lip and said, "Then what do you think of me—is it okay?"
I smiled wryly, "Miss Wan—you should know that I'm already an old man nearing fifty."
The woman quickly said, "No, you're not old at all."
Not knowing what to say for a moment, I could only awkwardly say, "Thank you."
The woman seemed to have gone all out and said, "Teacher, let me tell you. I had a fight with him today, ran away, and
now I have nowhere to go."
The woman had already said this much, and it would be too cruel for me to pretend to be reserved. I stood up
and said, "Let's go." "
Where to?"
"To my house."
The woman's face lit up with a bright smile, and I couldn't help but smile too, feeling a warm flutter in my heart.
The woman, just as I had seen her before, sat on the sofa after entering the door, her posture very dignified. I took out a
DV camera and said to her, "Is this alright?"
The woman nodded slightly and smiled, "Of course." Then, looking at a photograph on the cabinet, she asked,
"Is that your daughter?"
I nodded and said, "Yes."
"And your wife—"
"She has passed away."
"I'm sorry."
After setting up the DV camera, I pointed the lens at her and asked, "Can we begin?"
"Yes, sure."
I sat on the single sofa in front of the woman and said, "I'll take my time, okay?"
Things had developed so incredibly, it seemed preordained, and I had cast aside all my
shackles. Without hurting the woman in front of me, I also wanted to satisfy my long-suppressed
desires.
I asked, "When was the first time you slept with a man?"
"In high school, I think."
"How many men have you slept with besides your husband?"
"Only my first boyfriend."
"Could you take off your top first?"
The woman nodded, stood up, and took off her blouse and tank top. I was surprised to find that even the bra she was wearing underneath
was the same as in the video—white lace.
I asked, "It's big! What size is it?"
"E, I guess."
"Could you take off your bra?"
"Yes." The woman slowly unhooked her bra, leaving it to the side, and shyly crossed her arms over her chest.
"Could you take your hands off?"
"Yes."
The areolas were large, and the nipples were large too. A pair of breasts I'd never possessed before were nakedly exposed before me,
now within easy reach. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Beautiful breasts."
The woman smiled shyly.
"Haven't you ever been complimented like that before?"
"No." "
Has your husband ever said so?"
"No—"
I walked over and pointed the camera at those alluring breasts, taking a high-definition close-up. Then I returned to my original
position and said, "Can I see your lower half too?"
"Yes." The woman slowly took off her long skirt, stockings, and panties. Perhaps instinctively, she covered her genitals with her hands.
"Can you take your hands away?"
"Yes." The woman slowly moved her hands away.
"You said earlier that you'd only been with two men before, right?"
"Yes."
"Then now there's going to be one more."
The woman smiled shyly.
I asked again, "How does it feel to be looked at naked like this by a man?"
"It's embarrassing—but very enjoyable."
"Can I explore your body more closely?"
With my guidance, the woman sat on the sofa, spreading her legs. After setting up the DV camera, I went over and
caressed her large breasts, then asked for a kiss.
She readily accepted my kiss, though her body trembled slightly when I touched her. But this
only excited me more.
I imitated Li Junxiao's technique, and while caressing her breasts, I explored her genitals with my head. The woman's
genitals were already overflowing, and I tasted them; the flavor was even better than I had imagined. I was incredibly excited;
this was the first time in my life I had tasted a woman's genitals.
But I knew I couldn't rush it; time waits for no one, so I started using my hands. I adjusted the woman's position
, making her arch her back on the sofa. I also took off my outer clothes, leaving only my underwear.
I noticed she was startled when she saw my muscles, her eyes welling up with even more desire.
I stood to her side, one hand inside her from behind, the other caressing
her breasts while kissing her skin.
Full-figured had its advantages; the texture was smooth and soft.
Seeing her moaning, I whispered in her ear, "Come on, let's go to bed." I
didn't care about the DV camera anymore. I pulled her into the room, to the bed, and had her support herself on
the edge, sticking her buttocks out. Looking at those full breasts, I couldn't help but touch my already rock-hard penis.
But I told myself, "No, not yet."
So I inserted my hand into her again, thrusting forcefully. The fluid inside her dripped
onto the floor before stopping.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, panting. I pointed to the liquid on the floor and said, "It's really wet."
The woman touched her flushed face and said shyly, "Oh dear." "
Is it always like this?"
She shook her head shyly.
She seemed like a girl experiencing her first love, even though she was over thirty. But to me,
it didn't seem pretentious at all, after all, I was fifteen years older than her, and she was still a girl in my eyes.
I went over and stroked her head, and we shared a passionate kiss.
"Do you like dicks?"
"I like them the most."
I didn't expect to say such a vulgar word, nor did I expect her to answer so enthusiastically.
I stroked her hair and then began to caress her breasts. She responded enthusiastically,
rubbing my penis with one hand while licking my nipple with her mouth.
Then she took the initiative to give me oral sex, looking at me expectantly, hoping for my praise.
I pulled her to the bed, and at my suggestion, we did it in the 69 position for a while. Finally
, she couldn't hold back any longer and said, "I want it."
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes."
"Say it, please fuck me with your big cock."
"Please fuck me with your big cock." She seemed completely controlled by lust.
I couldn't control myself anymore either, put on a condom, and entered her body. Afterwards, we frantically
tried all sorts of positions until we were exhausted and fell asleep.
Fortunately, the following weekend, when I woke up, the first thing I did was look at the woman beside me. Looking at
the woman who had given me so much pleasure yesterday, she was also looking at me.
She kissed me and said contentedly, "Thank you for letting me be a woman again."
I returned her kiss and said, "I should be thanking you for letting me taste the flesh again."
Having tasted the sweetness, the two of us who hadn't tasted the pleasure in so long couldn't stop so easily. But we had to
be careful not to be discovered. Before we knew it, we had gone from being the ones catching each other in the act to the ones being caught. Fortunately,
we were in the dark, and she was in the light. In addition, we were getting older, so we had to be more rational. Firstly,
my body allowed for too much indulgence, and secondly, I couldn't possibly harm her.
But after a while, I still wanted to find an opportunity to indulge myself. By spying on Li Junxiao and Si Rou's schedule
, I devised a travel plan for the two of us.
It just so happened that it was summer vacation, and her daughter would be staying with her grandparents. Si Rou was also on summer vacation, and
Li Junxiao would definitely be focused on her. I, on the other hand, had just finished a project and had three days off.
The only difficulty was that I had to get Wan Hong to ask the company for leave. However, she said it was no problem at all;
she hadn't traveled in a long time and would take this opportunity to relax.
So, in the following days, filled with anticipation, I completed the company project with great motivation.
Department Head Lao Zhu told me that the company would be announcing personnel changes soon. This made me even
happier.
Just in case, I checked Li Junxiao and Si Rou's conversations every day. Sure enough, after learning about his wife's plans to go on a trip, Li Junxiao
also made arrangements to have an affair with Si Rou.
Since I told Sirou I was going out, she readily agreed. At this point, I wasn't
so angry anymore; instead, I felt a little smug.
I decided on a summer resort that Lao Zhu had recommended. My wife and I had been there years ago;
the environment was very elegant. It was just a bit far, taking almost a day to drive there.
Fortunately, she was very understanding and didn't complain about the long drive. There happened to be an amusement park along the way,
and she seemed to have a girlish heart, saying she wanted to go. I happily went with her, and the two of us held hands like
a couple in their first love.
We even shamelessly kissed and touched each other on the Ferris wheel, even though everyone around us who
were sweltering inside were young people.
Because of the amusement park and traffic, we couldn't arrive on time. We asked
the front desk, and they said our reservation had been cancelled.
Actually, it didn't matter where we went; it was just that it was getting late, and we had driven all
day, so we were a bit tired.
Just as I was trying to argue my way out, I suddenly heard a familiar voice, "Isn't this Lao Xiao
?"
I turned around and saw it was none other than Minister Lao Zhu. Beside him was a woman in her thirties.
The woman flinched slightly when she saw me.
Lao Zhu said, "Don't be afraid, this is my buddy of over ten years, one of us." Then Lao Zhu introduced me
, "This is Xiao Zhang from the sales department."
Xiao Zhang nodded slightly to me, and I returned the greeting. Lao Zhu went straight to Wan
Hong beside me, his eyes gleaming.
I had no choice but to introduce her, lying that Wan Hong was my girlfriend. Fortunately, she remained quite calm and
didn't give herself away too much.
Soon, Lao Zhu solved my accommodation problem, and the four of us moved into a two-bedroom suite. This
suite was a small, separate room surrounded by woods, which was quite unique about this resort.
The environment was really nice, but apart from Lao Zhu being very excited, the three of us felt a little awkward
.
After entering the room, Wan Hong asked me if Xiao Zhang was Lao Zhu's wife.
I smiled wryly and said, "She's just his mistress, but they probably haven't been together for very long."
"But Xiao Zhang is wearing a wedding ring."
I hadn't noticed until she said it, and I said helplessly, "I don't know what Lao Zhu is up to."
But suddenly we realized that we didn't seem to have the right to judge others. After all, we were also having a messy
relationship.
Later, we had dinner with Lao Zhu, who kept telling dirty jokes. Wan Hong was alright, but I
noticed that Xiao Zhang looked very restrained throughout the meal.
Back in the room, Wan Hong said to me, "Old Zhu keeps glancing at her chest."
Seeing that she didn't seem too bothered, I played hard to get and asked, "Are you comfortable? If not
, I'll find an excuse to change places."
She readily agreed, "It's okay, it's okay, we're here to have fun. What's there to be shy about?"
I laughed and said, "That's true."
Because we were tired from the day, we went to bed early. We woke up in the middle of the night and made love. I didn't expect
the soundproofing in this room to be so bad. Shortly after we started, I heard Old Zhu and his wife making noises next door
.
We hadn't made love freely in a long time, so we didn't care about that anymore. Instead of paying attention,
the lewd sounds coming from next door made us even more excited. I then realized that
the soundproofing in this room was probably deliberately poor.
I thought Old Zhu would give up early, but he and I were evenly matched until the end.
I wondered if it was because of a competitor, but the next day Wan Hong told me that I had been incredibly
valiant last night.
After breakfast, Lao Zhu asked me for a cigarette, his face glowing, after all, he had also had a night of ecstasy.
Lao Zhu said, "Not bad, I didn't expect you to be so good."
"You're not bad either. You said you couldn't do it anymore."
"We've been together for so many years, I won't lie to you, if I didn't take some drugs, I'd probably embarrass myself in front of you
."
I patted his shoulder and said, "Drinking too much is never good, you should be more moderate."
Lao Zhu's expression became mysterious again, and he said, "Let me ask you, are you planning to just play around, or are you planning
to get married?"
Of course, I could only say, "Just playing around."
Lao Zhu's face brightened a bit more, and he said, "Does Xiao Wan know what you're thinking?"
I nodded and said, "Yes."
Lao Zhu gave me a look and said in a low voice, "How about we take turns playing around?"
From the way Lao Zhu looked at Wan Hong from the beginning, I had a vague feeling, but I didn't expect him to actually say it.
After all, our situation was quite special, so I naturally couldn't agree on my own. I said evasively, "I don't know
if she's willing yet; I have to ask."
Old Zhu said, "Why ask? Asking ruins the fun."
I said, "But what if one of us succeeds and the other doesn't?"
Old Zhu said, "Then accept the loss. Losing isn't a huge loss; we can always play a few more
rounds and win it back. "
Old Zhu had already put it this way, and I seemed unable to refuse. Actually, I was also willing to try it out; after all, I
wanted to take this opportunity to try it out, and then... There was no chance.
Just in case, after returning to my room, I subtly mentioned to Wan Hong that Lao Zhu was very interested in her. She
wasn't upset at all; on the contrary, she seemed quite interested in Lao Zhu.
Well, for her now, having relations with another man wouldn't matter. But I
suddenly felt a pang of sadness; I realized that I was actually hoping Lao Zhu would get her into bed.
After breakfast, Lao Zhu began his plan. He suggested the four of us go hiking, and I readily
agreed. Halfway up the mountain, Wan Hong couldn't keep up, because she was wearing wedge sandals.
I glanced at Xiao Zhang, dressed casually in a shirt, jeans, and sneakers. I immediately understood Lao Zhu's intention
.
Sure enough, Lao Zhu said he couldn't climb any further. He wanted me to accompany Xiao Zhang to the summit so she could rest with Wan Hong
and then visit the botanical garden next to the hotel.
Xiao Zhang didn't object, so we continued on.
After walking for a while, I received a message from Wan Hong, "Keep it up, enjoy yourself."
I replied, "You too."
"What's wrong?"
I suddenly heard Xiao Zhang ask, seeing him looking back at me from ahead.
I immediately caught up and said, "Nothing, let's go."
It was clear Xiao Zhang was used to exercising; he climbed to the summit with me in one go. We
sat on a bench at the top, each drinking water, gazing at the distant scenery in silence.
Feeling the atmosphere was too quiet, I asked, "How did you and Minister Zhu meet?"
"At a small restaurant near the company."
I was about to ask, "Which restaurant?" to find something to talk about.
Unexpectedly, she continued, "Back then, I discovered my husband was cheating on me, and Minister Zhu seemed to be having
some problems too, so we started dating."
"Oh, I see. We're in the same boat."
"So, you and I are in the same boat then,"
I laughed. "Yes."
"Let's go, let's go down the mountain."
When we reached the halfway point, Xiao Zhang suddenly said she wanted to go check out the rocky pool over there. I was eager to go down and peek at
their situation, but seeing that Xiao Zhang was finally showing some kindness towards me, I couldn't refuse.
Just as we were about to leave the woods, we suddenly noticed two people standing by the pool. It was none other than
Minister Zhu and Wan Hong.
Wan Hong was only wearing black underwear, her favorite set, a pair of thongs. She was kneeling on the ground,
giving Minister Zhu oral sex. Minister Zhu had a blissful expression on his face. After a while, Minister Zhu gestured. Wan Hong took off
her bra and began to serve Minister Zhu with her full breasts.
I thought to myself, "No wonder it's Minister Zhu." Having sex in a place like this was something I never imagined, and I never dared to do. Old Zhu
gave her a thrill I could never provide.
Watching them change positions, Wan Hong leaned against a large rock, while Old Zhu stood behind her. Then,
he took a condom from his pocket, put it on, and entered her from behind. Wan Hong let out a groan, and Old Zhu
quickly covered her mouth with his hand.
Just as I was watching intently, Xiao Zhang patted me. I turned around and saw her
shaking her head at me, seemingly signaling me not to be impulsive.
Her gesture stirred my heart.
I pulled her straight to the hotel, into my room, and drew the curtains. As I took off my clothes, I
said to her, "Take it off!"
She seemed a little confused, but upon hearing me say that, she obediently took off her jacket and jeans, revealing a
very simple white sports bra.
I grabbed her and kissed her; she didn't resist, but made a sound almost like a sob. I took off her
bra and gestured for her to bend over.
Without a word, I entered her from behind. It was unexpectedly wet inside; she must have been
quite aroused earlier.
I don't know if it was because I was in exceptional condition or if it was just her unique constitution. Every now and then, her body
would tremble violently. Then her moans sounded like she was being raped.
This feeling was incredibly pleasurable, making me even more vigorous. Seeing that her whole body was limp and she couldn't hold
on any longer, I put her on the bed and entered her from the front again.
I saw that her eyes were closed, and her expression looked like she was about to cry. Just as I was hesitating whether to stop
, she grabbed my arm and gasped, "Don't stop!"
So I launched another fierce attack, right after my first ejaculation. Her whole body convulsed violently
, and urine flowed from her lower body.
I was both surprised and delighted, thinking to myself, "I actually made her wet herself."
After her spasms stopped, I quickly asked, "Are you alright?"
She turned to the side, covering her face with her hand, and said, "I'm fine—you should go wash up quickly, we still need to clean
the room later."
Although it was just wishful thinking, I still helped her clean the room. When Lao Zhu and Wan Hong
returned and saw Xiao Zhang and my reaction, they understood without saying a word.
We two old men were a bit exhausted after two rounds of intense activity. After resting in the afternoon
, the four of us started playing mahjong. Around 10 PM, we all went back to our rooms.
Before going to sleep, Wan Hong asked, "Lao Zhu, did he take some kind of drug? He doesn't exercise like you do."
I laughed, "You women's intuition is always right."
She said thoughtfully, "I wonder where he bought it. Should I give it to my husband too?"
Of course, I knew that the "husband" she was referring to was Li Junxiao, her husband and the father of her child.
The next day, as we drove back, we seemed to sense something between us. The atmosphere became
somewhat awkward, even though we had experienced unprecedented madness in the past two days.
I dropped her off at the subway station four or five stops from her house, and we simply waved goodbye.
When I got home, I was surprised to find Sirou there.
Seeing me, Sirou, wearing her pajamas, greeted me. My daughter was staying home for the night after so long. Sirou said,
"Dad, I need to talk to you about something."
Sirou's "Dad" broke all the strange associations in my mind, and I quickly asked, "What is it?"
"I passed the exchange program in the US!" Sirou said with a complicated expression.
"What's wrong? Passing is a good thing. Dad is so proud of you."
Sirou handed me a brochure about the program and said, "It might cost a lot of money."
I looked at the figures; they were completely within my budget, so I patted my head and smiled, "Don't
worry, your mother saved up a lot of money when she was still alive. Go ahead and relax."
Sirou threw herself into my arms, "Thank you, Dad."
I stroked her head, feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
Three months later, one morning, I saw Sirou off on her flight to the United States. During those three months, my daughter
and I packed our bags together and became much closer. But good times always pass quickly, and soon we were
separated by distance.
It seemed that after Sirou's study abroad plans were finalized, she and Li Junxiao hadn't been in much contact. Meanwhile
, Wan Hong's WeChat Moments showed photos of her family of three traveling together.
And I was successfully promoted to department head. Today was my first day at work as department head. At lunchtime
, I happened to see Xiao Zhang in the cafeteria. We glanced at each other briefly as we passed. But her gaze
quickly averted, and I didn't say anything more.
Lao Zhu also went to the branch office, so after work, I ate alone and returned home lonely. After changing my shoes
and taking off my clothes, I decided to take a shower first. So I took out my keys and phone from my pocket.
Suddenly, I noticed a WeChat notification. I opened it and saw someone had added me as a friend. The message
read, "I'm Zhang Boya."
"Zhang Boya—that's right, it's Xiao Zhang."

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