Xiaoya's drug addiction

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This happened many years ago. Back then, I was still in the south. After graduating and working hard for several years, my life gradually improved. I had a well-paying job and married a gentle and beautiful wife. Our happy life was the envy of all my friends.
I was full of confidence then, believing everything was a reward for my hard work, and gradually became arrogant and foolish. Ironically, I didn't realize that the door to a brighter future had already opened for me, and the person who pushed that door open for me was my beloved wife.
It happened that summer; I remember it was scorching hot.
Due to client issues, I returned from a business trip two days earlier than scheduled. I couldn't contact my wife, Xiaoya, before boarding the plane. She didn't answer the phone at home, and her cell phone was switched off. However, this had happened before, so I didn't think much of it. After getting off the plane, I didn't contact her again and went straight home.
I expected Xiaoya wouldn't be home, because it was around 3 PM. Usually at this time, she'd be getting her hair done, going to tea with her girlfriends at Mengyuan, or playing ball or swimming—she definitely wouldn't be home.
So when I took out my keys and opened the door, the sound coming from the bedroom made me freeze for a full ten seconds before I reacted. When I realized what that sound meant, my heart seemed to stop, and my head buzzed, completely bewildered.
Clinging to a last shred of hope, I went to the half-open bedroom door. The clear sound from inside shattered my last hope. Although the voice was high-pitched and slightly distorted, I still recognized Xiaoya's familiar voice. My heart felt like it had been turned upside down, and all the strength left my body.
Sometimes, I really wish I could die sooner. But sadly, I know very well that even if time could turn back, I wouldn't have the courage to end my life.
Perhaps the most painful thing in life is this: even if you have to live like a lazy dog every day, you still have to live. I clearly recognized my own weakness and incompetence, yet due to various difficulties, I couldn't bring myself to change it.
Instead, I lamented the injustice of fate while simultaneously trying to find excuses for my actions.
Regarding Xiaoya, by the end, I felt little resentment towards her, only pity; but that moment in the bedroom deeply wounded me. Even though Xiaoya's behavior became increasingly outrageous afterward, the hurt I suffered was never as profound as it was then.
It was a humiliating scene I never wanted to recall: in the bedroom, Xiaoya, her snow-white body naked, half-squatting on the bed like a dog, protruding high off the edge, while a similarly naked, thin, dark-skinned man stood behind her, thrusting his erect penis against her.
This image repeatedly appeared in my mind afterward. Whenever I recalled it late at night, I felt emptied out, a deep sense of humiliation washing over me. The
contrasting black and white of the two naked bodies delivered a powerful visual and psychological shock, causing a brief pause in my thoughts. Watching the woman I was closest to, the woman I knew best, being manipulated like a bitch, filled me with a complex mix of emotions I couldn't even comprehend myself. She had completely shattered all my usual pride and confidence, leaving me with not a shred of human dignity.
Pain, anger, and a profound sense of defeat surged through me, along with a touch of humiliation.
For reasons I don't know, I didn't rush over to confront them. Looking at the naked, thin, dark man thrusting his genitals, I felt only disgust. Xiaoya's shameless betrayal was the source of my heartbreak and anger.
Was this the Xiaoya I loved so passionately? Several times I wanted to rush over and beat her up, then demand to know why she was so despicable? But my feet were rooted to the ground, my eyes fixed on the two of them, unmoving.
The human heart is truly complex and unpredictable; before experiencing this, I could never have foreseen my own reaction. Despite the boundless humiliation and anger within me, watching the man toy with Xiaoya like this, I gradually felt a strange sense of excitement. Although it was incredibly embarrassing to think about in retrospect, I couldn't deny the feeling mixed with pain and humiliation.
The man standing by the bed moved with abandon, his thrusting rhythm not fast, but each time he forcefully pushed his penis into Xiaoya's body, causing her half-squatting, weightless body to arch forward with a series of pauses and thuds.
This position must have given the man a great sense of conquest; I could even vaguely sense his smugness. Xiaoya was tall, and with her fairer skin than others, lying there allowing him to do as he pleased must have intensified that sense of conquest.
As if to confirm my suspicions, I saw the man stop moving, lewdly laughing, his voice not loud, but tinged with an indescribable pleasure. Xiaoya's voice also stopped. The man stopped moving, holding her as he stood by the bed, and the two remained in that position.
Without the creaking of the bed, the bedroom fell silent for a moment. I could hear the man's rapid breathing, and I realized that he was exhausted. But I couldn't help thinking about the intense activities they'd engaged in before, and my teeth itched with hatred.
"Hurry...up...ah..." Seeing the man hadn't moved, Xiaoya urged. Her voice was heavy with breath, lacking its usual crispness, hoarse and strange to me. She deliberately dragged out her words, with a coquettish tone, trying to please the man.
'Worthy woman!' For a moment, that thought crossed my mind, and surprisingly, I felt no anger.
"Ah!..." Xiaoya cried out. The man slapped her hard, startling me. Her half-squatting body suddenly collapsed onto the bed, as if all her strength had left her.
I then noticed that her back was already bright red, starkly contrasting with her pale, bare back. The slap alone wasn't enough to cause this; it was clearly the man's doing. I felt both heartache and hatred for Xiaoya's self-degrading behavior.
The man slapped her a few more times forcefully until Xiaoya couldn't help but beg for mercy. Then he exclaimed, "This white...it's fucking amazing!" His tone was filled with undisguised pride. He then grabbed her labia and began to knead them.
I understood what the man meant. Although Xiaoya was tall, she was quite large. I often joked about this with her, but at this moment, I only felt incredibly heartbroken.
The man seemed to be venting something, kneading with great force, causing the clitoris inside Xiaoya's vulva to move up and down, giving me a lewd feeling I had never experienced before. After
kneading for a while, his sexual desire returned. The man used one hand to spread Xiaoya's vulva, exposing the pinkish part in the middle, then guided his penis and thrust it in.
The man's thrusting was slow, allowing me a clear view of his penis. It was very dark, and perhaps because it was so long, it looked somewhat thin; it was shiny and glossy, with a ring of white foam at the base. In an instant, I realized that, judging from Xiaoya's submissive manner, she must have just been with him. The thought of that filthy thing going in and out of Xiaoya's mouth not long ago made me feel utterly disgusted.
As the man's penis penetrated to its hilt, both of them let out deep moans, but the man's voice was laced with lewdness, while Xiaoya's seemed to carry an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
Then, the man began to move violently, thrusting heavily and rapidly, making loud "slap slap" sounds that echoed in the empty bedroom.
There were no clothes in the bedroom, and the blankets on the bed were scattered on the floor; all the lights were on, and a plastic basin sat on the floor next to the bedside table, its purpose unknown. A thick, lewd atmosphere filled the air, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.
With the increasing frequency of the man's movements, Xiaoya's moans grew louder, whimpering like sobs because her face was buried beneath her. I knew she was probably climaxing; the thought that the man had only been at it for less than three minutes filled me with a painful, bitter pang.
The man probably sensed it too, but deliberately stopped. Then, Xiaoya let out a piercing scream, a high-pitched cry that clearly expressed her resentment. Xiaoya's reaction was completely unexpected, so unlike her usual introverted personality. "Don't...
tease me, hurry..." Xiaoya almost cried, looking down at the man, reaching out to touch herself, but he stopped her. Her words trailed off as the man moved.
I saw the man climb onto the bed, pressing down on Xiaoya's arched back, spreading her kneeling legs wide. He straddled her, then used his hand to raise his penis, inserting it into the mess between her buttocks. He then arched his upper body, pressing down on her in a fluid motion, the whole movement executed seamlessly. Xiaoya cooperated skillfully, showing they did this often.
However, my attention was quickly drawn to the obscene scene that followed.
Two objects were stacked on top of each other, the upper one dark and thin, covered in long black hair; the lower one round and large, as white as a freshly steamed bun. The man's long penis connected the two, starting from his dangling testicles, like a stick, leading straight down to Xiaoya's tightly clenched buttocks. Because of the angle, the man's penis was taut, completely turning Xiaoya's vulva outwards, allowing me to see the point where their genitals were joined.
Because of the white skin, the pink vulva was roughly pulled in and out by the man's penis, and white foam accumulated around the vulva, marking the area occupied by the man's penis like a dividing line.
"Slut! Hold on, I'm going to do that monkey riding move! Hehe..." the man's shameless voice rang out. Xiaoya whimpered, with a hint of resentment.
But I had no time to understand the meaning behind Xiaoya's voice, because under my astonished gaze, I saw the man press his hands on Xiaoya's shoulders, gradually lifting her legs off the bed, his entire body pressing down on Xiaoya's large breasts, and then he began to move in and out.
Seeing this position, I knew without a doubt what "monkey riding a horse" meant, and I understood Xiaoya's resentment perfectly. The humiliation that had subsided intensified, and I hated Xiaoya's depravity even more.
Because of the man's weight, Xiaoya's knees sank deeply into the mattress. Her legs were pressed into a large "V" shape, and her heavy breathing, pausing with the man's movements like hiccups, made me realize how much she was suffering under his weight.
“Chen Ya… with a body like yours… it would be a waste not to use this trick!” The man said with a sigh as he continued, “Damn it! Before, I had to travel hundreds of miles… to find… Russian horses!”
He tormented Xiao Ya for a while before finally lowering his legs, clearly tired from holding them up for so long.
However, most of his weight was still on Xiao Ya’s body, and the thrusting became more intense.
When Xiao Ya’s cries grew louder, the man stopped again. This time, Xiao Ya didn’t scream, but buried her head and sobbed, as if catching her breath.
After a while, the man patted her back and said, “Come on, turn your face and say a few nice things!”
Because of the angle, I couldn’t see Xiao Ya’s face, but her next response to the man froze me in place.
“Daddy… dear daddy…”
Her voice was very soft, but I heard Xiao Ya’s last three words clearly.
There was no more anger, only indescribable bitterness and loss in my heart. I found that my lower body had become hard because of Xiao Ya’s words. Xiaoya's lewd moans left me with a feeling of pent-up frustration, but the man was clearly very satisfied, chuckling as he began to thrust again.
"...This is fucking exciting! Tell me, what are we doing?... Turn your face around."
My heart suddenly pounded at the man's words, and I even began to anticipate Xiaoya uttering that humiliating answer.
"I'm fucking! Please... ah... don't stop..." Xiaoya's voice was loud, as if answering the man, yet also as if venting something. I felt a painful hardness in my lower body.
"Mom... don't say it, this face is... beautiful! I'll draw you a map later...
whose pussy are you fucking? Tell me clearly!" the man asked again. I didn't quite understand the meaning behind his words, but Xiaoya answered quickly this time.
"Fuck me! I can't take it anymore... ah..." Xiaoya's lewd voice was pleading: "Please let me cum... you can do whatever you want..."
Hearing Xiaoya's answer, the man smiled with satisfaction, stopped talking, and focused on his thrusting.
Within minutes, Xiaoya's voice rose again, like a scream. Finally, with a long cry, she could no longer support the man's body, her snow-white body collapsing onto the bed.
I knew—it was finally her.
Many unexpected things in life, in hindsight, always seem perfectly reasonable.
After the affair was exposed, Xiaoya's panicked eyes still stirred a pang of sympathy in me.
Although I felt boundless resentment, I still hoped she could give me a reason I could bear to hear.
After listening to Xiaoya's story, I truly didn't know whether I should forgive her.
Xiaoya had become addicted to drugs.
I really didn't know what to say; this was something I could never have predicted. After the man fled, Xiaoya knelt before me and poured out everything.
It all started about six months ago at a hair salon she frequented called "Blue Moon." The owner, a woman in her thirties named Hongxia, was called Sister Hong by everyone.
Because Xiaoya often got her hair done there, and since we were all women, we gradually became acquainted.
Xiaoya met some new girlfriends, and they often played cards together, sometimes going to bars and nightclubs.
At first, Xiaoya hesitated, but after being persuaded and thinking it wasn't a big deal, she gradually became more and more involved.
After getting involved with Hongxia and her friends, Xiaoya gradually lost contact with her old girlfriends. Only one other friend, Xiaomin, who also loved to party, joined Xiaoya and Hongxia's group.
Then, one night at a nightclub, she got carried away and started getting hooked. Later, like in a cautionary tale, it slowly escalated to methamphetamine and ice.
At first, Hongxia and her friends got the drugs from somewhere and never asked for payment. Later, when Xiaoya and Xiaomin became addicted, they started charging her. By then, even if they were naive, they knew they were being scammed. But by then, it was too late to stop.
After spending all their savings, they immediately spent all their other money.
As for the man from earlier, he was part of Hongxia's group; he had some drugs of his own, and when Xiaoya ran out of money, he was afraid I would find out, so he didn't dare ask me for more. I asked that man for the drugs. After a few times, the man took advantage of Xiaoya's cravings and seduced her into sleeping with him.
Xiaoya slept with this man about four or five times. She said that most of the time it was Xiaomin who accompanied him, and they would use the drugs together. She only slept with him occasionally when Xiaomin was unwell.
I asked her why she was so shameless in bed, and she said that she had just finished using drugs and was a little excited, and she stammered that everyone did that. I didn't know much about drugs, so I didn't ask any more questions.
But when I saw her eyes darting around when she spoke, I knew that she was afraid that I would get angry again and hadn't said something.
But what was the point? It had already come to this.
In the following period, I took a long leave of absence and went to many drug rehabilitation centers and hospitals.
What comforted me was that Xiaoya's addiction had only lasted for six months, it wasn't very deep, and it was ice and methamphetamine, which were soft drugs, not as severe as I had imagined. There was still a possibility of her quitting.
Xiaoya said her addiction wasn't severe, she just couldn't control herself. Gradually, I gained confidence.
I took away Xiaoya's phone and disconnected the home phone. I stayed with her like this for over a month, and her addiction was finally starting to wear off.
I initially considered calling the police to arrest those people, but after asking a friend familiar with the situation, he said it was a pipe dream. Aside from the fact that they all had connections in the police station, and regardless of the possibility of retaliation, there was no evidence. It might even backfire on Xiaoya. So, I had to let it go.
[The End]

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