The woman is sick.

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When I used to work, I ate crispy rice at the stall next door every day. The stall owner was a pretty young woman, but her voice wasn't very pleasant. However, she was incredibly beautiful. I went there every day, trying every possible way to strike up a conversation with her. In the end, I managed to get her phone number by asking if she delivered food (if I had known it was so easy, I wouldn't have bothered trying to strike up a conversation; I

could have just asked for her number and texted her). After getting her number, I never called, but I still went to eat her crispy rice every day. Gradually, we became familiar, and I gave her my number. When I met her, she was married (she knew I had a girlfriend), but they hadn't been married long. We didn't have a deep relationship; we probably only talked a few times over two or three years, asking each other trivial questions. This August, when I was out of town, she called me again. I don't quite remember what she asked me (the content doesn't matter). I was bored out of town, so I started chatting with her and expressing my admiration for her. At that time, she was still married to her ex-husband, and we chatted on WeChat every day. About a week later, she said she couldn't stand her current husband anymore and wanted a divorce (thousands of words omitted here). I thought this was my perfect opportunity, so I started acting like a know-it-all, constantly advising her on this and that, and also pointing out her husband's shortcomings. Later, they really did divorce, and our contact became even more frequent. Until I came back, we contacted each other daily via WeChat for about two or three months. Before I came back, we chatted on WeChat, and I said I should treat her to a welcome-back dinner. She readily agreed, saying no problem, I'd treat her to dinner when I got back.

A few days later, I came back and arranged to meet her (I had already booked a hotel room beforehand). We had a quick meal, and I asked where we were going. She said she didn't know, so I said let's sit at my place for a while. She didn't refuse, and when we arrived, we watched TV first. I took the initiative and she didn't resist, so we kissed for a while. I casually slipped my hand inside her clothes and felt her breasts; they were quite large, at least a D cup. Without hesitation, I unhooked her bra and reached inside to feel them. Her nipples were a little small, but her breasts were very soft. After kissing and touching her for a while, seeing she was getting aroused, I pulled up her shirt and started licking her breasts, my hand continuing to move downwards. The moment I entered her pants, she said, "Not today, I came here" (at that moment, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning; all my previous preparation had been for nothing). I said, "Okay, next time." To show that it wasn't just for sex, we kissed and touched for a while longer before I drove her home. Because this trip was short, we didn't see each other a second time before I left again.

Two months later, I returned for the New Year, calculating the time since my last visit, thinking that this situation absolutely couldn't happen again. When I got back, I asked her out for dinner as usual and then took her to my room. She didn't refuse again, and this time she was dressed more sexily—a super short skirt, showing off her incredibly thin legs, wearing leggings and an unzipped down jacket, the most striking feature being that it was practically see-through underneath. Once in the room, this time I didn't need to pretend like last time while watching TV. I directly pressed her against the door and started kissing and caressing her. She was very aroused, letting out soft moans. I thought to myself, this time it's definitely going to work. Then I started undressing her; her top was completely off, and my hands reached down to her genitals, already noticing she was quite aroused. I slowly moved her onto the bed, but just as I was about to take off her pants, she objected, saying she couldn't betray her current boyfriend (not the one from before). I thought to myself, if you can't betray your current boyfriend, what was the point of all that foreplay? But I didn't say anything, nor did I force her; I was trying to stall. I hugged her and kissed her ear, and she seemed to be getting aroused again, turning around and responding passionately. I thought to myself, this time it's definitely going to work. I pulled down her leggings and reached inside to explore. Her breathing grew heavier, slowly turning into moans. At that moment, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to strike. Just as I was about to, she gave up, and seemed quite determined. I immediately lost interest and drove her home.

I haven't contacted her since. I really don't know what she's thinking. If I forced myself on her without foreplay, that's normal; we were both quite aroused, but she always gave up at the crucial moment. It's really incomprehensible. Is this woman sick? Or is she doing it on purpose? But if it's on purpose (the body's reaction shouldn't lie, right?).

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