Newlywed Little Wife 0106

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a relatively upscale community with lush greenery, towering buildings, and elderly residents leisurely
strolling children run and play—a harmonious and thriving scene.
Apartment 802 in Building 1, located at the southernmost end, is a 90-square-meter two-bedroom apartment, perfect for a family of three
.
The apartment is brightly lit, its white color scheme accented with warm yellow tones, making it feel spacious
and bright.
This is the newlywed home that my girlfriend (no, now my wife) and I designed ourselves, and
we personally selected every material.
Let me tell you about my wife. Her name is #Xia, and I'll call her Xiaoxia from now on. Xiaoxia is 22 years old,
160cm tall, weighs 45kg, has a D-cup bust, a perky bottom, long flowing hair, and a baby face—she seems like
a child who never grew up. She graduated from university six months ago, and we got married shortly after. We've been married for less than
six months .
You can imagine how alluring it would be to have such a slender, petite body with D-cup breasts and a pert bottom.
Unfortunately, my wife is rather conservative and never wears anything revealing, which
I find unbearable.
I'm six years older than Xiaoxia. By the time she graduated, I had already been working for many years. While
I wouldn't shrewd operator, I was certainly worldly-wise and had
dated countless women, frequenting those late-night brothels. Needless to say, I've seen my share of women, but from the moment I met Xiaoxia, I knew
I was captivated. She was still in university then, and from that moment on, I completely changed, becoming a better person
, spending all my time outside of work chatting with her.
We both come from rural areas and met through our parents' introduction. I'm fairly good-looking
, and Xiaoxia's parents recognized my potential at first sight. Through my efforts, I finally won
her .
On our wedding night, I was surprised and delighted to discover that Xiaoxia was a virgin. This
overjoyed . Perhaps Xiaoxia was childlike at heart, or perhaps she was conservative; in any case, I could say I was Xiaoxia's first love
, and I know that first love is the most reliant.
From then on, I also noticed that Xiaoxia had an abnormal dependence on me. Sometimes I felt like
a father rather than a husband, perhaps because Xiaoxia was so young.
After marriage, of course, I wouldn't encourage Xiaoxia's conservative style. I not only bought her sexy clothes but also teased her
whenever I had the chance. Xiaoxia was extremely shy but also enjoyed it.
For example, when we were together, I would always reach out and touch Xiaoxia's shapely buttocks or rub her
full breasts. After many times of her coquettish complaints going unanswered, Xiaoxia passively accepted it as if she were enjoying it.
Xiaoxia has two main hobbies: dancing, which she was in the dance club in school and enrolled in dance classes
after ; and yoga, which, in Xiaoxia's words, is to maintain her figure. At home
, when she has nothing to do, Xiaoxia will dance and practice yoga in the living room.
Of course, I would watch Xiaoxia practice every time; it was the most pleasing to the eye, a hundred times more exciting than simply looking at a beautiful woman
. I was always incredibly aroused. When I couldn't resist, I would
secretly grope Xiaoxia while she was holding a yoga pose. Although Xiaoxia was unwilling, she couldn't do anything about it and had to let me have my way.
Life went on like this, exciting and stimulating. I was very happy, and so was Xiaoxia. But it seemed that God felt that
Xiaoxia and I hadn't endured enough trials and tribulations, so He added a heavy burden to our lives.
Xiaoxia developed eye problems; her vision became blurry and she tired easily. I felt extremely guilty
, believing it was God's retribution for me. Why wasn't it me but Xiaoxia?
I took Xiaoxia to many large hospitals, but their diagnoses were all ambiguous. Some said it was a problem
with the pupil , some said it was the eyeball, and some said it was the retina. In short, they
couldn't find the cause.
"Honey, if I go blind, will you still want me?" At this moment, Xiaoxia sat
on the living room sofa, holding my hand tightly, and asked me anxiously.
Looking at Xia, whose eyes were covered by a cloth bag and whose lips trembled slightly with nervousness, my heart ached terribly
. I quickly assured her, "Baby, don't think like that. How could I not want you? Even if you're bedridden
and can't move, I'll take care of you for the rest of my life..."
"Husband, you're so good to me. Marrying you is the greatest happiness of my life..."
"Don't worry, we've already made an appointment with Doctor Chu, your eyes will definitely be fine
!"
"Husband, is Doctor Chu really that miraculous? Can he cure me?"
"He definitely will. I've heard that many important people go to Doctor Chu for treatment. There's no
difficult or complicated disease he can't cure. Everyone calls him the Ghost Doctor."
To be honest, Xia's attending physician at the previous major hospital recommended this Ghost Doctor, saying that
only wealthy people's inner circle knew about him. I didn't know much about him, but of course I had to give Xia confidence and not
discourage her.
"When will it be our turn, husband? I'm so scared!"
"Don't be afraid. Doctor Chu only treats ten people a day. It will probably be more than a month before it's our turn.
Doctor Chu is a bodhisattva incarnate. He heals people regardless of their wealth or poverty."
As she said this, Xiaoxia seemed to calm down slowly. Her face was red, and she said shyly, "Husband, I
need to go to the toilet..."
"Uh..." Looking at
Xiaoxia's unnaturally swaying buttocks, I shamefully got hard in an instant. Taking advantage of the moment when I helped Xiaoxia up, my hand naturally went to her buttocks. "Husband is helping you to the toilet. You can't see,
so be careful..."
Perhaps because she was holding in her urine, Xiaoxia's face turned even redder. "Husband, you're so mean. You make me go to the toilet
..."
"Hehe, I'm helping you now..." I said, my hands didn't stop,
but my feet slowed down.
Since she was at home, Xia was wearing an adorable white, semi-transparent silk nightgown and pants, through which her black bra and panties were vaguely
visible . Of course, I had bought these for her. My hand was currently focused on
Xia's alluring, pert, round buttocks, my fingers occasionally pressing down, digging into her cleft. Her firm,
round buttocks incredibly elastic and felt amazing; I couldn't put them down.
Xia's movements became more pronounced. I looked closer and saw that her face was flushed, and
she was lightly biting her lower lip. The thin cloth strap tied around her eyes added a touch of sadistic pleasure, making my heart race and
my limbs weak.
Xia parted her lips slightly, "Honey, no, I can't hold it in anymore, hurry up..."
Although I felt immense pleasure from humiliating Xiaoxia, I couldn't bear to see her so distressed.
So, I quickened my pace, helping Xiaoxia to stand by the toilet.
I released her, took a few steps back, and distanced myself from her, scrutinizing her intently. Her
semi-transparent pajamas, the glimpses of her black underwear and bra, the bandage on her small, doll-like face—
all were clearly visible. This kind of staring offered a different perspective than close-up humiliation.
Xiaoxia couldn't know the extent of my almost unrestrained and perverse gaze. A
terrifying : I wished Xiaoxia would forever wear that bandage, to satisfy my bizarre desires.
"Pah, pah, pah..." I mentally cursed. How could I think like that? Xiaoxia is my wife,
not my sex slave. Am I even human? I should be doing everything I can to cure Xiaoxia, not cursing her
like that Amitabha, just pretend I'm talking nonsense, Xiaoxia will definitely recover...
The angel in my heart instantly defeated the demon that had just sprouted evil thoughts.
"Honey, can you go out for a second? I'm about to take my pants off..."
My internal struggle between good and evil was pulled back to reality by Xiaoxia's coquettish words. Looking at Xiaoxia in front of me,
her hands were on either side of her pajama pants, her upper body leaning slightly forward, making a gesture as if to take off her pants, but she
stopped abruptly , pouting at me.
I instantly understood. Xiaoxia was shy. Usually, Xiaoxia was very careful about her
privacy . In her words, if I were disgusting in front of her for too long, I
would lose interest in her. Of course, she never took off her clothes in front of me either, except when I forced her.
I indulged my roguish nature, a wicked smile playing on my lips, and said, "Wife, take it off, I'm not
holding you back..."
"Oh, honey, hurry up and get out, I'm doing my diaper in front of you..."
I knew that if I held out any longer, Xiaoxia would refuse, but I didn't want to
let such a good opportunity to peep slip by. So, a clever idea came to me. "Okay, okay, I'll go out now."
"Close the door..." Xiaoxia added worriedly.
I knew you'd say that, I thought to myself. Then, a wicked smile crept across my face as
I reassured her, "Okay, I'll listen to you, don't worry, I promise I won't peep, hehe,
don't you trust your husband's character?"
As I spoke, I grabbed the doorknob, pressed down, and locked the door. With a jerk, the door slammed against
the frame then I quickly pushed it inward, releasing my grip. The lock
clicked as it came off, and at first glance, it really did sound like the door was closing.
I'm a fucking genius, a little smug I couldn't help but feel, because Xia hadn't noticed at all.
The door wasn't fully closed, there was a gap, but the door blocked my view; I
couldn't see Xia by the toilet behind it. I gently pushed the door, trying to remove this damn
thing blocking my way from Xia. My heart pounded again; I could almost hear the thumping. This
shifty-eyed seemed like something naughty, and my hand trembled slightly as I pushed the door.
I dared not make a sound, afraid my spying plan would fail. Slowly,
Xia's figure appeared before me, first her arm at the side, then her body. I
unconsciously increased the pressure on my hand.
In an instant, my blood rushed to my head. I saw Xiaoxia had already bent over, her hands reaching her ankles,
her thumbs hooked onto Xiaoxia's semi-transparent pajama bottoms. Two tender, snow-white,
shapely , crystal clear, plump and smooth, with skin as white as ice and bones as jade. I don't know how many times I've seen these legs,
but the feeling at this moment is several times stronger than before. Is this the pleasure of voyeurism? I finally understand
the mental journey of the male protagonist in that Category III film, "Voyeurism is Not a Crime".
While I was still savoring the thrill of voyeurism, Xiaoxia made another move. I saw her two
thumbs hooked onto the small, sheer black lace panties again. Xiaoxia's buttocks
were just the right size—not too big, not too small, but remarkably firm and perky. The panties, however, were slightly too
small This was, of course, my handiwork; I had personally measured and chosen them for Xiaoxia, and they were semi-transparent
. My eyes were fixed on Xiaoxia's crotch. There were no black marks there. I knew this was a secret between
Xiaoxia and me. Xiaoxia was pubic hairless; naturally, there wouldn't be any trace of pubic hair on her inner thighs
.
This was one of the reasons Xiaoxia had never had a boyfriend; she was most afraid of others knowing.
On our wedding night, Xiaoxia nervously told me this, afraid I would mind. Of course, I wouldn't mind.
Little did she know I was overjoyed for days afterward.
Slowly, with Xiaoxia's movements, my beloved pert buttocks were revealed to her. What I loved most
was gently sucking and nibbling at those little bottoms. Each time, Xiaoxia would giggle and
wriggle wildly, but she still couldn't escape my clutches.
Perhaps Xiaoxia really couldn't hold back any longer; in one swift motion, she pulled her underwear down to her ankles. Before I could even
properly admire her soft, white breasts, Xiaoxia was already squatting on the toilet.
The most beautiful scenery was fleeting, and I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. However, this voyeuristic pleasure gave
me another kind of sexual satisfaction. I found myself loving voyeurism. The demon in my heart, accompanied
by the soothing sound of Xiaoxia's flowing water, instantly slapped down the other half of my so-called righteous angel.
I gently closed the door behind me. I didn't want Xiaoxia to know about my perverted fetish, but how to
voyeurism became a strong, persistent thought in my mind.
Upon seeing the word "voyeur," everyone immediately thinks of another word: webcam. Yes, webcams
are powerful tools for voyeurism, featured in countless movies and television shows. I was no exception. When I thought about the camera
, I not only thought about satisfying my voyeuristic desires, but also about protecting Xiaoxia.
After all, I had to go to work and couldn't be with Xiaoxia 24/7. If something happened to her and I
wasn't home, I would regret it immensely.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt the camera was necessary. There was no time like the present. After putting Xiaoxia to sleep, I
made an excuse to go out and buy something, ending up at a digital store in the neighborhood.
The owner was a middle-aged man who didn't seem to care much. The waiter was a young man about my age. After chatting
for a bit, I learned his name was Xiao Wang. Xiao Wang's voice was very hoarse, completely contradicting his appearance, which was
the direct reason for my strong first impression of him.
Xiao Wang didn't seem surprised when he heard my purpose, saying that about half the households in the neighborhood had installed cameras
. Hearing this, I felt relieved. After all, having one's inner demons exposed is an incredibly shameful thing.
Now, I don't have to worry about that.
Thinking this, I found Xiao Wang particularly agreeable. He was also very enthusiastic, introducing me to many
products and specifically recommending several that had received the best customer feedback. The prices ranged from low to high. I could tell that
Xiao Wang was an honest person, so I felt reassured and chose a mid-priced one. Not only could I hear the sound
, but it could also connect to my phone, allowing me to check on my home anytime, anywhere.
We chatted for a while, and before I knew it, half an hour had passed. I was worried that Xiaoxia would wake up and be anxious
because she couldn't find me, so I quickly paid for it. Thinking that the camera was installed in the living room, it would only be a short while,
I took Xiao Wang straight home.
I gently pushed the door open and said to Xiao Wang, "Xiao Wang, be quiet when you're installing it. Your sister-in-law
is sleeping in the bedroom, don't disturb her..."
Xiao Wang, understanding the situation, replied, "Don't worry, bro, it's not like I'm breaking down a wall or drilling a hole. There's no sound, it
won't bother her..."
I patted Xiao Wang on the shoulder, thinking he was a reliable guy, and watched him
busily ...
"You are my little apple..."
Suddenly, a catchy tune blared out of nowhere. Xiao Wang and I both looked at each other in surprise. Xiao Wang
pointed to my belt, and I realized it was my phone playing music. I must have been too focused on the camera
, because my reaction was several beats slower than usual. I quickly took out my phone, turned off the music, and saw it was
my boss calling. I guessed something was wrong, since I had taken several days off for Xiao Xia.
I glanced back at the bedroom door, but it didn't move. Afraid of disturbing Xiao Xia, I nodded to Xiao Wang
and quickly went out to answer the phone. To avoid disturbing Xiao Xia, I even went down one floor of the stairs.

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