Such is the nature of the mortal world.

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As evening fell, the cheerful clatter of pots and pans echoed from the kitchen. Across the small living room, on the other side, the sliding door to the bathroom was ajar, its glass letting in a warm, yellow light. A moment later, the sliding door was pulled open from the inside, and Ziwei emerged, naked and soaking wet. She glanced to her right and saw Li Ming, who appeared unusually large in the long, narrow kitchen, chopping something on the cutting board on the other side of the living room.

Ziwei flicked her hair, a few drops of water sliding down her strands, a few drops on the right side of her face sliding down to her collarbone, then slowly creeping up to her soft, high mound with the rise and fall of her body. Instead of opening the bedroom door on her left, she turned right, taking slow, swaying steps towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was long and narrow, with only a narrow passageway visible. On the left, from the entrance, were the refrigerator, washing machine, cabinets, and sink. Directly opposite in the center was the stove. On the right was a three-tiered shelf. The bottom layer held cardboard boxes, the lower layer contained pots and pans and an induction cooker, the middle layer was stacked with vegetable baskets and bottles, and the top layer held vegetables and fruits.

Ziwei stood beside the shelf, picked up a box of king oyster mushrooms with her right hand, still wrapped in plastic wrap, and casually rubbed the mushrooms through the plastic wrap with her left hand, softly uttering,

"Ah, my huge penis~"

Li Ming's ears burned. He turned around, ready to tease her, but when he turned around, he saw Ziwei completely naked, with water droplets trickling down her curves. His gaze followed a droplet downwards, watching it slide into a dense thicket of hair. He felt a sudden tightness in his stomach and a surge of anger rising to his head.

With a whoosh, Li Ming pushed aside the half-cut vegetables on the counter, picked up the naked Ziwei, and placed her on it. He then smoothly moved his hand to her smooth buttocks and pressed forward, intimately pressing his groin against the wet forest. Ziwei felt a hard, hot thrust, as if it couldn't wait to penetrate the mysterious forest and explore its depths. Li Ming's hand roamed up and down Ziwei's smooth back, while his other hand hurriedly unbuckled his casual pants, his mouth searching the wet neck of the person in his arms. His breathing grew heavier.

Ziwei moaned softly, saying,

"That second bedroom on the 18th floor this afternoon, ah, I think, ah, ah, ah, be gentle, it's close to here, ah, don't bite~"

"Let's go with that one,"

Li Ming said, and Ziwei felt a hard, hot penis thrust directly into her vagina. The sound of waves rose and fell, one after another:

"Ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah, ah, ah~"

"Ah, ah, ah ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"

"Ah~, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"

With the sound of the waves, the unwashed dishes on the iron plate and in the sink created a jubilant symphony.

Although she had successfully rented a house, it was still a shared apartment, crowded and messy, so Ziwei mostly stayed at Li Ming's house. Every day when she returned, Li Ming had prepared dinner and lunch for her to take to work the next day. He also did her laundry, and showered her with kisses, hugs, and lifted her high in the air. Therefore, Ziwei smoothly transitioned into living in a new city. (Men are so useful!) Now she had basically adapted to her job and had begun to independently receive clients, explain financial projects, and recommend opening accounts.

That day, Ziwei was gossiping with colleagues about whether Estée Lauder was good or not, and about wanting SK-II, when her phone suddenly rang. The flashing screen displayed the name "Geng Jinshi." Ziwei remembered this man; he was a new client she'd taken on last week, a 48-year-old man with thinning hair and a protruding belly—a very ordinary, middle-aged, somewhat greasy man. But he was successful, owned his own business, and was even a public representative—wealthy and well-connected.

Ziwei cleared her throat, answered the phone, and exchanged pleasantries in a soft voice. Three hours later, in a Starbucks two blocks from the company, Ziwei and Geng Jinshi sat facing each other in a quiet spot against the wall.

“I was sitting in the police station saying that I didn’t know it was gambling. I don’t need the money. They told me it was for charity, and I went to help out because I thought it was a charitable cause. I even introduced several of my friends to it. If I had known it was gambling, I would never have participated. I’m a People’s Congress representative; I wouldn’t do something so unprofitable for such a small amount of money. You public officials need to enforce the law seriously and investigate thoroughly…” Geng Jinshi leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed, his right hand supporting his head, his left hand dangling on the armrest. He wore an unfamiliar but obviously expensive watch on his wrist, and a large ring on his ring finger. It had a gold setting and a brown gemstone. Without his glasses, it was hard to tell what the gemstone was, but it looked a bit like opal or amber. Ziwei wasn't able to concentrate on what he was saying because the huge rhinestone pattern on his black t-shirt was too shiny and sparkly. Moreover, the shirt and light gray pants didn't match at all. His sparse hair, under the dim light, looked like a baby's downy hair. The whole combination was quite comical.

"I don't have much time to waste anymore. I just want to enjoy life now. I won't pursue or fawn over women. I've had two relationships, and neither was one I chased. I've lived my whole life for others. I've given two-thirds of my time and money to my family. I was raised by my grandmother, so I've always been there to repay her and take care of my family. Now I want to find someone to plan our lives together and enjoy the rest of our lives.

What I mean today is that I feel differently about you than I do about other women. I want you to consider the possibility between us. I bought you a bag and sunglasses. Don't misunderstand, it's not about expecting anything in return or sleeping with you. It's just to express my liking for you, and I think this bag would look good on you."

As he spoke, Geng Jinshi took out a small crossbody bag from his canvas bag—a Gucci. Then he took out a pair of sunglasses—a Dior. Ziwei took the sunglasses, opened the case, and exclaimed, "Wow, this is so fashionable! It looks like something you'd wear on a beach vacation!"

Seeing Ziwei's happy smile, Geng Jinshi continued,

"I'm not young anymore, so I hope you don't think too far ahead. I think if we get married, we could freeze our sperm and eggs first." Ziwei

didn't react for a moment, asking, "Freeze yours and mine? And then I can have more children later?"

Geng Jinshi replied, "You don't need to have any. Find someone else to have them. The main thing is that men change after a few years, and so do women's eggs. We can freeze them, enjoy life for a few years, and then find someone to have children with. The children will still be ours. We can find someone in America, someone in Russia, and people in other countries—ten children, sons and daughters. My good genes should be passed down."

Ziwei thought to herself: What is all this about? They're already talking about having ten!

"Will that child be close to us? I haven't thought about it. I do have an older sister who started her own business and doesn't want to get married, so she went to a sperm bank to have a child naturally. But I've never thought about this before."

"Why not? It's like raising a kitten. When you first bring it home, it's not familiar with you, but after a while, it becomes close to you. If you bring a child home and raise it, it will naturally become close to you. I think you need more time to think about it. How about this, let's go eat first. Don't think about it for too long. Let's go eat first, and then we'll see how I do."

As he spoke, Geng Jinshi stood up, picked up the canvas bag, and had Ziwei put her small bag and sunglasses back in the bag. He handed the canvas bag to Ziwei, casually put his arm around her back, and half-embraced her as they walked out.

That evening, Ziwei first returned to her place, removed the tags from her bag and sunglasses, put them away, and then took the trash bag from the trash can and replaced it with a new one. Then, she went to Li Ming's place.

As soon as Ziwei entered, she smelled the aroma of food. She said in a high-pitched voice, "Wow, it smells so good!" After changing into black flip-flops, she went to the kitchen, moved closer to Li Ming, and pretended to smell him. "Wow, you smell so good too! Do you know why you smell so good? Because you're a horny man~ Hahahahaha."

Then it was back to the usual routine of eating, showering, and then... well, you know.

Wednesday afternoon, the world seemed a bit weary, pedestrians listlessly strolling the streets. But in some places, the scenery was breathtaking. The Waldorf Astoria Hotel, located in the heart of Beijing, had a serene and refreshing beauty under the warm yellow light of floor lamps, its pale green walls bathed in soft yellow light. Above the bed, a black lacquered painting with gold-splashed ink effects appeared almost dreamlike in the shifting light.

Yes, on the bed were Ziwei and Geng Jinshi, both in the throes of pleasure. Geng Jinshi, lying flat, didn't seem to be in too much trouble yet. Ziwei, straddling him, moved up and down, her full breasts trembling with each thrust. Her vaginal opening clenched rhythmically, which Geng Jinshi thoroughly enjoyed. Each clench elicited a groan, like a woman moaning during sex. After a few minutes, Ziwei, exhausted, stopped and climbed onto Geng Jinshi, her curly hair soaked with sweat. "Ah, I can't go on, I have no strength left."

Suddenly, Geng Jinshi rolled over, pinning her beneath him. He said,

"Lie down, legs straight,"

and began to thrust violently. Zi, struggling, clung tightly to Geng Jinshi's shoulders, crying out with each thrust, "Ah, ah, ah ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, ah ah..." "Ah

, ah, ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah..."

"Ah, ah ah ah, ah, ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, don't stop~"

"Ah, you're so good, don't stop, don't stop, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

The man on top of her was drenched in sweat, gradually losing his strength. He stopped, pulled out, slid down slightly, and bit down again on the still panting woman. His tongue teased the nipple in his mouth, while his hand reached into the dense forest of her lower body, using his thumb and ring finger to part the petals, and his index and middle fingers to skillfully tease the clitoris. The woman in his arms gasped even more.

[The End]

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