[Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Man's Heartfelt Confession] (151-250) Author: Withered Leaf in the Wind

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Chapter 151 The Mastermind 3

Looking at Gao Yue's back, I guessed she had drunk quite a bit today; her face was flushed, and she was walking a little unsteadily. I was worried
for her with every step she took; wearing those high heels, she could easily twist her ankle if she didn't walk steadily
. I only relaxed after she sat back down at the table. The people at the next table were still laughing, thankfully without arousing her suspicion or being noticed by Liao Yunsong.
Huo Lixiang and Qian Hao took their positions. Su Feng and the others looked at me with some doubt, but I indicated it was alright.

Su Feng and the others exchanged glances and nodded. Su Feng shouted, "Ready to move!"

I secretly moved closer to Liao Yunsong, making it easier to make my move later.

As Su Feng and the others drew closer, the encirclement tightened, and my heart pounded faster and faster. My blood began to
boil, and I felt a surge of excitement. My wife was very nervous, her delicate body trembling slightly. I smiled at her to reassure her.

It's unclear whether someone betrayed their hostility and Liao Yunsong noticed, or if he recognized one of us. Seeing that he
was about to be surrounded, he suddenly used a sofa as a springboard to jump onto another table and frantically darted towards the back door of the nightclub.

Along the way, he knocked over many drinks, causing women to scream and dodge, while many men cursed and
impulsively picked up glasses and bottles, throwing them at Liao Yunsong. Liao Yunsong was incredibly lucky; five or six glasses
missed, and only one bottle grazed his shoulder.

"Grab him!" Just as Liao Yunsong stood up, Su Feng saw his intention and shouted, speeding towards him.

I tried to pull him away, but there were two sofa backs between us, making it impossible. I dodged into the aisle and
followed a few meters behind. Tonight, I was determined to catch him no matter what.

Things happened quickly; before many people could even understand what was going on, we had already chased Liao Yunsong out of the lobby and
into the straight path leading to the private rooms.

This kid runs faster than a rabbit. I was only a few meters behind him at first, but once we got to the straightaway, I was instantly left ten
meters behind. He could run a 100-meter dash; with two years of training, he might even win a gold medal.

Su Feng was much faster than me, catching up in no time. He shouted into his earpiece, "Zhou Cang, Qian Hao,
you

two go around to the back and ambush him!" Zhou Cang and Qian Hao immediately changed direction and ran past him from the side.

Su Feng quickly overtook me. I felt so incredibly embarrassed; I wanted to just ram my head into a wall. Luckily, Huo Lixiang, that scholar, was
about the same as me. I gritted my teeth and sprinted, barely managing to keep up.

Liao Yunsong was like a mad bull ahead, rampaging through the crowd .
The women heading to the private rooms to entertain guests were terrified and dodged and weaved, but this also cleared a path for us.

We quickly reached the back gate of Sun City, and Liao Yunsong dashed out without a second thought. Su Feng wasn't far behind, while
I lagged far behind, sighing as I watched their retreating figures. "He's gone out the back door, Zhou Cang, you two
wait in the back parking lot," Su Feng shouted.

"Got it," Zhou Cang replied.

Huo Lixiang and I rushed out the back door and saw Liao Yunsong and Su Feng already twenty or thirty meters away. I was
panting heavily , completely exhausted, and if it weren't for my inner strength holding me up, I would have collapsed to the ground long ago. Huo Lixiang
wasn't in much better shape; after only running a few hundred meters at full speed, his face was already turning a bit pale. We gritted our teeth and continued
chasing, but our legs were starting to feel weak.

"Catch him, he's coming out," Su Feng suddenly shouted into his earpiece.

"He saw us and turned back, block him," Qian Hao's voice came through.

We saw Liao Yunsong turning back in the distance, but facing Su Feng, there was a row of low shrubs and flowers on his left, so he could only
turn and run sideways to the right.

"Chen Lei, Huo Lixiang, he's coming towards you, stop him quickly," Su Feng shouted as he turned.

Huo Lixiang and I cut in from the side, getting closer and closer. Huo Lixiang made the first move to grab Liao Yunsong, but Liao Yunsong
used running momentum to sway him away, causing Huo Lixiang to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

I never expected Liao Yunsong to be so strong. Now that I was alone, if he blended into
the crowd on the main road, it would be even harder to catch him. I had already vowed to stop him from escaping, so I gritted my teeth,
jumped up with all my might, and pounced on him, holding him tightly.

Liao Yunsong, in his running state, lost his balance and dragged me a few steps before finally being tackled to the ground.
When I landed, my elbow hit the ground, like an electric shock, instantly numbing half of my body. Liao Yunsong struggled desperately,
occasionally hitting me with his elbow. Ignoring the pain, I held on to him tightly, refusing to let go.

Su Feng and the others finally caught up and quickly subdued Liao Yunsong. Exhausted, I lay on the ground,
feeling dizzy and short of breath. If they hadn't caught up, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold onto this bull.

"How are you? Are you alright?" Su Feng asked.

I was panting heavily, waving my hand, unable to speak. Huo Lixiang was in a similar situation,
sitting on the ground covered in sweat.

"Who are you people? What right do you have to arrest me?" Liao Yunsong, pinned down by Qian Hao and Zhou Cang, still wouldn't behave,
yelling on the ground.

"You fucking don't know what's going on?" Qian Hao, taking advantage of his position, slapped him hard on the head.

Chapter 152 The Mastermind 4

Liao Yunsong screamed on the ground, "Help! Kidnapping!"

"If you keep yelling, I'll cripple you." Qian Hao was very dissatisfied with Liao Yunsong's threat to Li Qiuyue, and slapped him hard again as he spoke
.

More and more people gathered around, and Su Feng said, "Let's get him into the car first."

Qian Hao and Zhou Cang pulled Liao Yunsong up from the ground, and Liao Yunsong struggled fiercely.

"Behave yourself, I'm furious right now. If you dare to do anything funny, you'll regret it later."
Qian Hao said, pinning Liao Yunsong's hand behind his back. "Be careful not to let him get away," Su Feng warned. "

He can't escape," Qian Hao said, lifting his hand upwards forcefully.

Liao Yunsong immediately cried out in pain, and the three of them walked towards the car in front.

"Don't look, we caught a thief," Su Feng said, dispersing the crowd. After resting for two minutes, feeling
much better, the woman finally caught up from behind.

"Honey, what happened? What's wrong!" My wife rushed to my side
anxiously .

"It's nothing, I'm just tired from running," I comforted her, feeling a
warmth in my heart at her exaggerated reaction.

My wife still seemed unconvinced, checking me all over, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no injuries.

"Have some water!" Ye Ziyan handed me and Huo Lixiang a bottle of mineral water from behind.

"Let's go first, there are too many people here, it's inconvenient," Su Feng called out.

I got up from the ground, my legs a little weak as I walked. My wife supported me, and her expression changed when she saw I was alright;
her eyes looked at me as if she thought I was useless. I was annoyed no matter how I looked at her, but I couldn't do anything about it.

Once in the car, Zhou Cang asked into the earpiece, "Where to now?"

After a few seconds of silence, Su Feng replied, "Gazi Mountain outside the city."

"Okay!" Qian Hao exclaimed excitedly. Gazi Mountain was a barren mountain, densely forested, steep, and with rugged roads.
The government had wanted to develop it into a tourist destination during holidays, but after building a road to the summit, they had to
abandon the idea . Even the roads were winding and twisting; it was difficult for those without cars to walk up, and even those with cars were afraid to drive.

Perhaps frightened by the name Gazi Mountain, a whooshing sound came through the earpiece;
Liao Yunsong gagged.

"Don't you dare move, or I'll throw you off the mountain!" Qian Hao's curses came through.

We started the car and followed them out of town. After driving for more than twenty minutes, we finally reached the top of Gazi Mountain. Our car wasn't
as good as theirs, and the winding mountain roads were difficult to navigate; we almost couldn't make it up.

"Get out, hurry up!" My wife and I had just gotten
out .

Liao Yunsong was lying on the ground, his hands and feet bound, his mouth gagged—Qian Hao had somehow gotten his
hands on the rope and tape. He was struggling on the ground, looking at us in terror.

"Finally caught you today, huh?" Qian Hao squatted down, slapped Liao Yunsong's face a few times, and
then ripped the tape off his mouth.

"Who are you people? I'll call the police!" Liao Yunsong grimaced in pain, but still stubbornly insisted.

These past few days had been terrifying, and last night he'd tricked me, plus the slaps he'd taken advantage of earlier—
I was still a little sore and annoyed. Seeing that he was being unreasonable and had completely lost his composure when he got angry, I
rushed forward and kicked him a few times, cursing, "You son of a bitch, still being stubborn!"

Country folks don't always have nice words when they curse, so please don't be offended.

I was venting my anger, so of course I used all my strength. Liao Yunsong was kicked until he curled up, shouting and cursing incessantly.
Seeing that he still wouldn't behave, Qian Hao, also venting his anger, punched and kicked him, and I joined in.

The woman turned her head away, unable to bear it. My wife stared blankly at me, hesitating whether to pull me away.
Undecided, she looked pleadingly at Liang Yuzhen, who gently shook her head. She still couldn't bear it, looking at
us with conflicted emotions.

After giving Liao Yunsong a good beating, and my anger subsided, Qian Hao and I stopped. Damn, beating
someone up is so tiring! My hands are a little sore, and my back is a bit aching.

"Behave yourself, and you'll suffer less," Su Feng said as he walked over. Liao Yunsong was coughing and
panting .

Huo Lixiang walked over and said, "Now you know why we've come looking for you!"

"How should I know? Who are you people?" Liao Yunsong cried out, catching his breath.

"Women, go to the car first," Su Feng suddenly said, turning his head. All the women were a little confused, but Ye Ziyan
stepped forward and said, "Let's go, we'll wait in the car."

Liang Yuzhen pulled her wife and the other women along. Her wife was a little worried, but there was nothing she could do. After

the women got into the car, Su Feng turned to Liao Yunsong and smiled, "Even a dead duck has a stubborn beak." Then, without
warning , he kicked him in the stomach.

When Qian Hao and I were fighting, Liao Yunsong screamed like a pig being slaughtered, but when Su Feng kicked him, he didn't cry out.
He clutched his stomach, his face turned blue, and he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

"Now, for every question I ask, and every lie you tell, I'll kick you," Su Feng continued with a gentlemanly
smile , as if he hadn't just struck, but was talking to a good friend.

Looking at Su Feng's smile that hid a knife, my heart trembled at that moment.

Chapter 153 The Mastermind 5

Liao Yunsong initially remained defiant, refusing to admit anything, but after being kicked twice by Su Feng, he finally quieted down. He answered all questions,
proving some people were indeed itching for a beating.

"Now tell me what happened!" Su Feng said, lighting a cigarette. Liao Yunsong hesitated for a moment, then, seeing Su Feng about to strike again
, immediately began, "Two weeks ago, someone contacted me, asking me to secretly film
the private life of a woman named Li Qiuyue. The payment was quite good, so I agreed immediately. I didn't know this woman before. He
gave me some basic information, her work address, home address, etc. We waited for Li Qiuyue outside the company and followed her for the first
few days, but besides going to and from work, we didn't film anything."

"Continue," Su Feng urged, seeing Liao Yunsong pause.

"Can I have a cigarette?" Liao Yunsong asked with a bitter face. Su Feng lit one and tossed it to him. He held it with both hands, took
a deep drag, and continued, "We were furious at the time, so we changed our strategy and followed her day and night. Just
a few nights ago, we saw her dressed up beautifully and leaving with her husband. We were worried about being discovered, so we followed her
from a distance, but we lost her in a villa area."

Liao Yunsong paused and took another drag of his cigarette. I and the others exchanged glances, feeling a sense of relief that at least we hadn't
witnessed what happened inside the villa. He continued, "We could only wait at the villa exit for over three hours. We saw
many cars coming out of the villa, including Li Qiuyue's car, so we followed them. After we got to a clubhouse,
we couldn't get in, so we waited outside. Those photos were taken there."

Zhou Cang asked suspiciously, "So, you didn't come here specifically to investigate us?"

"No, I don't even know you. Someone really came to our door and asked me to come," Liao Yunsong said sincerely.
"What's the name of the person who asked you?" Huo Lixiang asked.

"He wouldn't let me ask anything, and the price he offered was very high, so I didn't ask any more questions. Besides, it's a confidentiality
agreement in our line of work; customers can choose not to disclose anything," Liao Yunsong said. "What are his characteristics?" Su Feng interjected.

The barrage of questions from several people forced Liao Yunsong to break out in a cold sweat, lying on the ground trembling slightly.
He thought for a moment and said, "Over forty years old, a bit short and stout, partially bald."

"That's all?" Qian Hao roared.

"We've only met him twice, that's all we remember," Liao Yunsong said. "Then why did you call and blackmail
us ?" I asked, approaching him. "Because..." Liao Yunsong hesitated, unable to finish

his sentence. "Tell me quickly, or I'll throw you off the mountain," Qian Hao threatened.

Liao Yunsong was a little scared, but he knew Qian Hao wouldn't do that, so he remained hesitant, his face showing difficulty.

"We can't throw him off the mountain; it would be troublesome if someone found his body. I think we should just bury him alive. In this desolate wilderness,
no one will find him," Zhou Cang chimed in.

This time, Liao Yunsong was startled and stammered, "I'll talk, I'll talk." He took a drag of his cigarette and said, "We took some photos. We
originally notified that person to collect the money, but after seeing the photos, he was very dissatisfied and left without paying a single penny.
We wasted a week of our time, so we thought of trying it on the woman we were following, hoping to recoup some of our losses. Unexpectedly,
she was really nervous and agreed to pay. And that's how this happened."

Hearing the truth, not only were we surprised, but Su Feng was also astonished.

"You have accomplices, don't you?" I suddenly asked.

Liao Yunsong looked at me nervously, and Su Feng and the others looked at me with suspicion.

I reminded him, "The one on the bicycle last night?"

"He's my detective agency's assistant," Liao Yunsong honestly replied, realizing I had already discovered his identity.

I asked again, "Tell me, how did you spot us last night, and just now at the bar?"

Liao Yunsong said, "Yesterday, before I arrived at the square, my assistant was secretly observing. After the transaction, he noticed a
man and a woman following me. At first, he wasn't sure, so I kept changing routes until he was certain. I
sped up, took off my shirt at a flower bed, and used the crowd to shake them off."

Taking a breath, Liao Yunsong said, "Just after leaving the square, I ran into you and a woman again, so I pretended to walk slowly so
my assistant could prepare. Later, he seized the opportunity, grazed the woman with his bike, and while you were distracted,
I took the chance to get into a car that was already parked there, and arranged for someone else to distract you."

"You mean that old man in the white shirt was also your accomplice?" I asked in shock.

"Yes, those of us who are always out there making a living know a lot of lowlifes. He was
a conman when he was young, and that bag was on him back then. That's why I boldly led you around; even if we got caught,
the money wouldn't be on me." Liao Yunsong nodded. I couldn't quite describe my feelings at the time—was it
anger ? Joy at not mistaking someone for someone else? But ultimately, I couldn't find the bag. It seems the old fox was indeed cunning; not only was his performance
convincing, but his preparations were also thorough. I thought about it carefully, and it's very likely that he switched the package, replacing the bag with a plastic bag, the
instant . And it was only for those few seconds that he was out of my sight.

Su Feng and the others seemed a little confused, so I briefly recounted what happened last night. Su Feng's expression after listening
seemed a little puzzled that I hadn't told them last night, but he didn't ask further.

"Then what happened just now?" I asked.

"I recognized him and that woman," Liao Yunsong said, pointing at Qian Hao. Qian Hao's eyes widened, his face full of question marks. "I followed you a few days ago and remembered you," Liao Yunsong said. Even with meticulous planning, I forgot that Liao Yunsong had already met Li Qiuyue and Qian Hao

yesterday . Liao Yunsong finished his last puff, threw away his cigarette butt, and said, "We were scared when we got back last night, thinking we'd gotten into trouble with some people. So when we found out we were being followed, I didn't call again. I'm not planning to contact you again until you find me, and I won't ask for the remaining money." "Is there anything else you haven't said?" Zhou Cang asked angrily. "Nothing, really nothing. I just wanted money. Even if you don't give me the money, I won't do anything. I was just angry that the person wouldn't pay me, so I wanted to try my luck with you guys." Liao Yunsong said regretfully. "We didn't come for the money," Su Feng said casually. "Then why?" It was Liao Yunsong's turn to be puzzled. Su Feng didn't explain, but asked, "Where are the remaining photos and negatives?" " In my bedside table, and most of the money is there too. They were intimidated by your presence and only accepted a small fee, not daring to ask for a share." Now there was nothing left to hide, so Liao Yunsong spoke frankly. Su Feng took a bunch of keys from Liao Yunsong and tossed them to Qian Hao, saying, "Go find it, and contact Wu Peng and Qin Xue while you're at it." Qian Hao caught the keys and drove down the mountain. Having asked almost everything I needed to know, I glanced at Liao Yunsong lying on the ground and looked at Su Feng questioningly. Su Feng understood and said, "Since he dared to ask for money, let him suffer a bit more. We'll talk later." I nodded and walked back to the car. Night deepened, the mountain wind was strong, and I felt a chill, shivering. Standing here, looking into the distance, I could clearly see the colorful city, like a naked, innocent girl, tempting desire and tempting sin. My wife quietly came to my side, silently leaning against me, gazing into the distance at the uncertain future. After half an hour, Su Feng received a call from Qian Hao. He said the money had been found, but there weren't any particularly interesting photos. The most outrageous ones were a few kissing photos in the club's parking lot after drinking that night. Su Feng, distrustful, asked Liao Yunsong, "What about the other photos?" "No, really no more. That person wasn't satisfied because of these photos, so he didn't pay. I really don't know what you guys do, or who you are," Liao Yunsong protested. Su Feng looked at us, unsure. We exchanged glances, nodded, and chose to believe Liao Yunsong. After all, he hadn't taken any photos and did n't know much. Su Feng said, "This matter ends here. I hope you've told the truth today and forget about it forever , otherwise I'll come looking for you. You should know that no matter where you hide, as long as you're not dead, I'll find you." Liao Yunsong, feeling he'd escaped death, kept nodding at us, saying, "This is over, it's over." Ignoring Liao Yunsong, Su Feng told Qian Hao and the others on the phone to take the photos back to their usual spot . Zhou Cang took Liao Yunsong to the car, and we drove back to the city. Outside the city, we untied Liao Yunsong's hands and put him out of the car. Back at the bar, we looked at the photos, and there was nothing unusual. It seemed we had panicked and scared ourselves , but this was a serious matter, so we couldn't afford to be careless or suspicious. Su Feng told Li Qiuyue about the characteristics of the person who hired Liao Yunsong. Li Qiuyue, because of her work, came contact with too many people and couldn't remember immediately, so we told her to go back and think about it. Although the mysterious person also knew nothing, Su Feng was still concerned and told us not to worry, he would investigate secretly. To everyone's delight, not only were the photos and money recovered, but it was also proven that none of us were the mole. This matter was finally over, a false alarm, and it served as a reminder to be more careful in the future. After all, these days, you could run into the media and reporters anywhere. ... Chapter 154 The Club's Celebration 1 With the matter resolved, the burden in our hearts could finally be lifted. I slept particularly soundly that night, and the next afternoon at work...

I received a mass text from Ye Ziyan announcing a club celebration on Saturday night. They're always up to this! I don't understand, but I'm
kind of looking forward to it. I can't focus too much on that
right now; tonight is my father-in-law's birthday, and I need to be on my best.

When I got home from work, my wife was already dressed up, ready to go as soon as I arrived. She looked beautiful today, but
I wasn't entirely satisfied. I had her change into a little dress and reapply her makeup until she looked radiant, like a princess , before she finally nodded
in approval. I also changed into what I considered my most stylish outfit, polished my shoes repeatedly, and only after feeling
ready did I grab the small sandalwood chess set that cost half a month's salary and head out. My wife is usually
overjoyed to come home, but today she seemed a little nervous and unsure of what
to do on the way. I reassured her that everything would be alright, that I would always be there for her, and that she calmed down a bit. My parents-in-law prefer peace and quiet;
they live in a mixed-use villa area with gardens, ponds, rockeries, and so on—a much nicer environment than
my neighborhood.

After passing through security at the gate, we arrived at my father-in-law's building. It was already getting dark. The two elders lived in a small
villa, a gift from my wife's older brother and brother-in-law.

The lights were already on inside. As soon as the car was turned off, the door opened. My mother-in-law and niece came out to greet us. My wife's
initially flustered face quickly transformed into a smile, and she rushed into my mother-in-law's arms. My mother-in-law hugged my wife, looking
her up and down, constantly remarking that she looked thinner and more haggard. My wife replied that it was nothing, saying she was just tired from work these days and would feel better in a while
. My mother-in-law, concerned, advised her to take a long leave and rest properly if she felt tired.

The two women stood outside chatting, leaving me standing there. Fortunately, my father-in-law felt it wasn't
appropriate and greeted us from inside. My mother-in-law then came to her senses and pulled my wife and me inside. She kept saying how we hadn't come
to visit and how much she missed us. I made an excuse that I'd been busy with work lately and had wanted to come but hadn't been able to find the time.
My niece is very attached to my wife, holding her hand and calling her "Auntie" affectionately. My wife produced a
little toy that girls like from somewhere and gave it to her, who happily played with it.

When we entered the house, the dishes were already on the table, seemingly waiting for my wife and me. The whole family was gathered around the round table: my brother-in-law,
sister-in-law, brother-in-law's younger brother, and sister-in-law. My niece happily ran back to her sister-in-law, showing her the toy she was holding like a treasure.

"Alright, we can chat about family matters later, let's eat first, otherwise the food will get cold,"
my father-in-law said, seeing everyone had arrived.

Perhaps because he had served in the army and fought in wars, my father-in-law still retained a military style. In this family,
he was the head of the household, his words were like imperial edicts, and his word was law. In front of his children and outsiders, my mother-in-law
dared not argue with him, only able to grumble at him privately.

My mother-in-law also chimed in, gesturing for everyone to sit down. Having lived with them for several years, I understood my father-in-law's style and
sat down with them. During the meal, I toasted him every month,
offering many wishes for a long and healthy life. However, he only smiled most happily when his niece and wife offered their blessings, drinking several glasses in a row.

My father-in-law's drinking capacity was honed over many years; I experienced it firsthand when I accompanied my wife to their home for the first time. I drank
so much that I vomited all night and felt nauseous for three days—a memory I'll never forget. Occasionally, I hear him reminisce about the days when they crossed
the snow-capped mountains to reach Korea, everyone wearing only yellow cloth shoes and thin clothes, many suffering frostbite. He
survived by drinking a pot of wine.

The meal ended in a relatively pleasant atmosphere. The women helped my mother-in-law clear the table, while the men sat around the sofa
chatting about recent events. This is a rule passed down from my father-in-law: men are responsible for farm work, women for cooking and laundry—a
rule still strictly followed today.

My two brothers-in-law never do housework, while my wife learned from her mother from a young age. So now,
she manages all the housework—laundry, cooking—with remarkable efficiency. I sometimes feel grateful for this tradition in my father-in-law's family
. It's true that many hands make light work; with four grown women and one younger woman in the house, everything
was tidied up . The family sat around the sofa, chatting casually.

"Knowing Dad likes to play chess, Xu Lei and I went to several stores the other day and picked out a set for you,"
my wife said, handing her father the sandalwood chess set we had bought. My wife is their only daughter, and my parents-in-law
have always doted on her, treating her like a precious gem. It took quite a bit of effort for me to marry her back then; she insisted
repeatedly agreed.

My father-in-law always appreciates any gift from my wife, no matter what it is. He happily accepted the chess set, laughing
repeatedly "Good, good! I broke a piece while playing chess with Old Wang the other day, and I was just thinking of
buying a new set."

"See? I told you so, our daughter and son-in-law still care about you," my mother-in-law chimed in. ...

Chapter 155 The Club's Celebration 2

My father-in-law smiled happily and nodded repeatedly. "What a coincidence! If you had told me earlier, I would
have changed the gift and avoided buying the same one." Suddenly, my brother-in-law, sitting next to me,
said, "A while ago, I went to Hainan to discuss business with a client and saw this ivory chess set, so I bought
it ."

My father-in-law opened the jade box; the chess pieces inside were snow-white and crystal clear, obviously very valuable.
With the two chess sets placed side by side, the sandalwood chess set my wife and I had given us looked ordinary and paltry, like
Cinderella in front of a princess.

Perhaps out of consideration for my feelings, my father-in-law closed the jade box and said, "You just like buying these superficial
things? Would I dare drop this while playing chess? It's only good for decoration;
what's the point of wasting money? Take it back."

My wife and I were both a little embarrassed. I forced a smile and said, "Dad, this is my brother-in-law's kind gesture,
please accept it! That's all I can do. If I had his ability, I'd buy you a good chess set too."

"Don't you dare follow his example, or I won't like you anymore," my father-in-law said sternly. Seeing the atmosphere was turning
sour, my mother-in-law stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Oh dear, you old man, today is a happy day. Your son is filial,
bringing you something from so far away as a gift, and you don't even appreciate it, how can you change your attitude so quickly?"

"That's right, Dad, today is your birthday," my wife chimed in.

The brother-in-law hurriedly took out a porcelain jar from the side and handed it to his father-in-law, saying, "Dad, don't you like to drink some
tea when you play chess? I asked a friend to bring back some Biluochun tea from Taihu Lake. You can brew some and try it."

Knowing that everyone was trying to please him, the father-in-law didn't want to make the atmosphere too awkward, so he took the porcelain jar and accepted the offer.

Although I didn't show it on my face, seeing the gifts from my two brothers-in-law still left me
feeling uneasy. My brother-in-law's eldest son is a senior executive at a listed company, and his younger brother went out to make his way in the world with his own money, and now his
company is quite successful. Compared to them, I, a mere employee, feel utterly useless.

My wife seemed to sense my emotions and subtly moved closer to me, holding my
arm . I chuckled, indicating that everything was alright.

Just as the atmosphere seemed to be improving, my brother-in-law suddenly asked, "How's the house situation going? Is it paid off yet?"

"Not yet, it should be almost done in another two years," I said bitterly.

"You're so stubborn. We're family, after all. If you nod your head, how can we not help?"
my brother-in-law said casually. "We'll find a way ourselves," my wife said, knowing my feelings, and quickly
objected .

Knowing it was because of me, my brother-in-law continued to look at me.

"I appreciate your kindness, but we haven't reached that point yet," I said with a forced smile. "Can't you
tone down your temper? I'm worried about my precious little sister. She's lost so much weight in such a short time," my brother-in-law
insisted. I glanced at my wife, who immediately shook her head. I also insisted, "Don't worry, we'll be
fine ."

"She can still work now, but once we have a child, she'll have to stay home. You'll have to pay the mortgage and
feed several people. Can you manage that?" my brother-in-law complained. Hit where it hurt, I was
speechless . Right now, aside from the monthly mortgage, my wife and I are living quite frugally, with considerable pressure from all sides.
Therefore, we've decided to wait until we've paid off the mortgage and are financially better off before having a child.

I smiled wryly and said, "I know you mean well. I'll find a way to have my parents come and take care of her."

"That won't do. I think we should bring her back here. My parents don't have much to do anyway; they can take care of her and
know what my sister likes to eat," my brother-in-law objected. My in-laws hadn't commented on the mortgage yet, but
they nodded in support of this.

I looked at them, somewhat troubled, unsure how to resolve the situation. My

wife stepped forward and said, "We're not even pregnant yet, why are you worrying so much?"

"You're not getting any younger, it's time to have a child. Aren't you in a hurry, but aren't your in-laws?"
my mother-in-law scolded.

"It's me who doesn't want one," my wife said. My mother-in-law rolled her eyes at her, but couldn't do anything about it.

My brother-in-law sighed and said, "It's fine if you insist, but you can't burden my sister." Then, complaining
, "I offered you a job at my company, but you refused. If you came, I could at least offer you a higher salary."

My heart ached, but I still smiled and thanked him, saying, "I'll think about it carefully when I get back."

My brother-in-law is about the same age as my wife, and he loves her just as much as my parents-in-law, even more so. When I married him, he was even more opposed than they were. If
my wife hadn't stubbornly refused, and they hadn't finally given in, I probably would
n't have been able to get past him. Over the years, he's always been watching me closely, making me feel like I'm being crushed by the sky every time I talk to him
.

"Alright, alright, let's talk about this later!" My father-in-law stepped in at the right moment to stop me. It seemed
that only could understand my feelings to some extent.

Once my father-in-law spoke, everyone could only fall silent, even my brother-in-law, who was unwilling, could only endure it. My father-in-law opened
the sandalwood chessboard I had given him and invited me to play a game with him. Of course, I was willing to take a break from something.
Seeing that everything was alright, the women gathered together to chat, and my two brothers-in-law also started talking privately.

I set up the chessboard. I had played with my father-in-law many times, and I always lost. I didn't dare to think about beating him, just to avoid losing
too badly, so I had studied it in private. But after several years, the situation hadn't changed, although I had accumulated a lot of
experience .

This game gradually improved, and in the latter half of the game, both sides had lost nearly half of their pieces. I
crossed the river with a pawn and a knight, surrounding my father-in-law's chariot in front of his king. Originally, I could have won by using my knight to jump over his chariot and then checkmating him with my pawn
. But after hesitating, I decided not to move. He moved his knight to checkmate me, and then his king was captured. Not only did I not checkmate him,
but he also moved his advisor, then his cannon, and captured my knight. My pawn was quickly captured by his chariot, leaving me defenseless and
checkmated in a few moves.

"A real man should stand tall and be ruthless. Hesitation and timidity will never lead to great things," my father-in-law
said, putting down his pieces and sipping his tea.

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Leaving my father-in-law's house, the night was deep, and that phrase kept echoing in my mind. Although the loss was somewhat unfair,
the logic was sound. After so many years of uncertainty, it was time to think about our future. We couldn't continue like this, so unambitious;
otherwise, when our child arrived, we would be completely helpless.

"What are you thinking about?" my wife asked on the way back.

"Nothing," I shook my head, not wanting her to worry. "Don't take my brother's words to heart. He's just that kind
of person; he can't keep anything to himself," my wife said with concern.

I smiled and agreed, but my heart was already in turmoil. It was like a storm had swept across a lake; how could it ever be calm again
? I don't know if my wife was trying to comfort me, but when we got home, she tried her best to seduce me. I was aroused, but her lower body
was only just beginning to recover, and I didn't want to hurt her again. Touched, she diligently gave me a good suck.

That night, after she fell asleep, I thought a lot. In the days that followed, I worked like a
madman, working overtime every day, catching up on cases assigned by my superiors. I thought about it constantly, even while eating and sleeping, like I was in a trance. On my days off, I hid in my room, fiddling with
the promotion process on the computer. After several days of hard work, I had made considerable progress.

My wife suddenly walked into the room, interrupting my thoughts. Seeing that she was dressed very beautifully today, I was a little confused,
thinking it was some important day. It was only after she reminded me that I remembered it was Saturday, and I was going to a club
celebration . Buried in work every day, I had even forgotten the date.

She vaguely noticed the changes in me these past few days and asked what was wrong. I smiled and said nothing was wrong. Afraid she would ask more questions,
I went over and hugged her, changing the subject by asking what I should wear today. She dodged my wandering hands and helped me pick out an outfit.

I've been here four times already, and each time standing at the villa's entrance, the feeling is different. Today, it feels like my
safe haven; I've forgotten about family and work, and my whole body feels relaxed. Although I know this is only temporary
comfort, at this moment, I just want to indulge myself and enjoy this rare freedom.

I don't know if it's my change in mood that affected my wife, or if she had already been looking forward to this, but her
face also showed a relaxed joy.

As soon as we entered the house, Liang Yuzhen came up to us and pulled my wife into a group of women. That incident ended, and all...
Everyone seemed to relax, chatting and laughing over their drinks. The familiar lively,
joyful, and slightly ambiguous atmosphere had returned.

I arrived a bit early today; not everyone was there yet. It was just me, Su Feng, Huo Lixiang, and the Zhou Cang couple. The few of
us men gathered together, drinking and chatting.

Gradually, Wu Peng and the Qian Hao couple arrived as well. After a few days of rest, Li Qiuyue looked much better.
She wore a white floral dress, carried a handbag, and wore bright silver high heels, exuding elegance.

I hadn't really observed her closely before. She had regular features and a good figure. While her bust wasn't
as large , it was perfectly proportioned, suitable for all body types. But what was most striking was the small
black mole at the corner of her left eye. That mole, at the corner of a woman's eye, is sometimes called a "spring mole." Legend has it that women with spring moles can bewitch everyone and
are inherently seductive. I can understand this kind of talk to some extent now. When a woman has fair skin and only a
mole at the corner of her eye, no matter how she speaks or smiles, men will unconsciously look towards her, sometimes
noticing the woman's eyes are like pools of autumn water, full of allure, and easily bewitched by her.

Some people call it a "peach blossom mole" because the corner of the eye is the palace of wives and concubines. This mole makes a woman never settled down, and she
has no self-control when she sees an attractive man.

As more and more people arrived, the atmosphere gradually became more lively. After a few drinks, people became more relaxed.
From there were occasional playful fights and playful scoldings. The wife slowly blended into the atmosphere and laughed along with them.

Soon, two more couples arrived. Su Feng introduced me to one of them. They both looked to be only twenty-four or
twenty-five years old. The man was named Guo Xiang, and the woman was named Tang Wei. They were a handsome couple, dressed very fashionably. Such a young
couple should have been married recently and were in the honeymoon phase. I didn't understand why they had joined the club.

The other couple was much more mature, probably around thirty years old. The man was named Qin Wei, and the woman Zhao Shiya. Qin Wei
looked refined and cultured, similar in style to Huo Lixiang. However, there seemed to be a slight difference; Huo Lixiang was more conservative, while
Qin Wei was a bit more outspoken. Zhao Shiya, on the other hand, had a very artistic air about her, like a
woman who would often stand by the window with a book in hand for an entire morning.

Just as we were getting to know each other, Ye Ziyan came out and announced that the other two couples had something to do that evening and
couldn't make it, then announced that the celebration should begin.

Perhaps due to the stress of the past few days, they were having a lot of fun tonight and were quite open. They even took out playing
cards and started playing a card game.

My wife had been here a few times, but had never seen this game before. After I explained the rules, she blushed deeply, especially when
she heard that we had to undress in public and even pretend to play sexual games in front of others. She hesitated, seemingly very embarrassed. Everyone
was waiting for us, so I could only whisper that we might not lose that many times. Having come this far, she knew
there was no turning back. With a bitter face, she drank a glass of wine to bolster her courage before reluctantly agreeing.

In the first few rounds, my wife and I didn't draw an eight, but thankfully, we didn't draw an ace either. Watching the other couples
struggle , forcing themselves to down a glass in one go, my wife gradually joined in, becoming excited.

Especially Wu Peng and Qin Xue, who downed two glasses in just a few rounds. Her originally serious, aloof face
couldn't withstand the alcohol's influence, two red blushes appearing on her cheeks, showing signs of intoxication. She occasionally pursed her lips,
a faint .

But our good fortune didn't last long. After more than ten rounds, when it was my wife's turn, she finally drew an ace. Almost all the couples
had already drunk, but we were the only ones who had drawn one for the first time, and everyone cheered like it was New Year's.

Having watched such a spectacle for so long, my wife relaxed, looking at me timidly. I could only dejectedly
take the lead, tilting my head back and gulping down the first mouthful, almost spitting it out. Last time, when my wife and I were welcomed, I wasn't
sure, but today I'm finally certain. There wasn't just one type of alcohol on the food cart. While chatting, we drank refreshing
, low-alcohol beverages, but the punishment drinks were all high-proof spirits.

Enduring the burning sensation in my throat, I forced down the glass, my whole body starting to feel hot, as if I were soaking
in a vat of liquor. The alcohol seeped into my body through my pores, irresistible and impossible to refuse. I finally understood how the others
felt, and why they showed signs of intoxication and lost self-control after only one or two drinks—this
was clearly intentionally prepared.

One glass made me feel lightheaded and confused. Worried my wife might choke, I told her the liquor
was strong and to be prepared.

Seeing me finish, everyone applauded and urged my wife to drink quickly.

My wife pursed her lips, frowned, and slowly tried it. The moment the liquor went down her throat, I saw her
shudder as if burned by hot coals, her brow furrowing even more. Knowing the rules—the cup couldn't leave her lips, or she'd be punished—
she could only grimace and continue trying little by little. Each sip felt like a sharp poke; her expression and
physical reaction conveyed her discomfort.

Chapter 157 The Club's Celebration 4

Before the wine was even finished, a blush gradually rose on my wife's face. I witnessed that blush appear from nothing,
a feeling of surprise and astonishment. She'd only drunk half the wine when she couldn't take it anymore; her mouth seemed unable to open,
wine dripping from the corners of her lips.

"Be careful, or you'll be punished!" Liang Yuzhen, always eager for chaos, called out.

My wife gave Feng Yuzhen a resentful glance, immediately slowing her pace, no longer daring to slack off. The wine in the cup slowly emptied;
just one cup, and her cheeks were flushed and burning, as if she had a fever.

"Okay, continue, continue!" Liang Yuzhen was always the one to step up and liven things up. The more they played, the more lively the atmosphere became. After a few

drinks, they were both a little carried away, both in their words and actions, and
the women were no exception. Lewd jokes circulated, and many women joined the discussion, arguing back when one attacked her
husband .

As the rounds progressed, two couples had already downed three drinks. Qian Hao and Li Qiuyue were having the worst luck tonight.
Qian Hao only took off his jacket, while Li Qiuyue was in a much worse situation, wearing only a white floral dress, which was quickly stripped down to her
underwear. Moreover, she drew the wrong number three times out of the four losses, making her furious and frustrated.
The wife was still somewhat disoriented by the scene. Seeing Li Qiuyue in her underwear, her snow-white skin exposed to
everyone's view, she shrank back, as if she were the one being stripped naked, or perhaps she was imagining
what she would do if she were stripped like that herself. The men, however, were different. Their gazes were unabashed, staring at Li Qiuyue
from head to toe. Li Qiuyue's slender figure was clad in a pink bra and panties. Her cleavage was quite deep, although...
Her figure was partially obscured, but tufts of dark hair still peeked out from beneath her white skin, standing out starkly.

The sight made the men's mouths dry and their hearts race. I was no exception, but thankfully my wife was engrossed in
her own world and paid no attention to me.

Even though Li Qiuyue was quite uninhibited, facing the gazes of seven or eight men, her cheeks still flushed, and
her eyes welled up with tears. Seemingly understanding that restraint would only fuel the men's desire, she simply ignored it,
stood up straight, and openly displayed herself before us. This was practically a provocation; many men swallowed hard, and I felt
a surge of blood rushing through my veins. Li Qiuyue was in dire straits; she needed to distract herself from the burning, naked
gazes, immediately gathering others to continue, trying to drag other women into the fray.

Soon, several couples fell for her act, and the atmosphere in the room began to heat up with the scent of spring. Surrounded by women of all shapes and sizes, some with voluptuous breasts,
others with , and still others with long, straight legs, the men were

at a loss for where to look, wishing they had more eyes. My wife and I were lucky tonight, having only drunk our second glass of wine. I was still relatively unaffected, but her face
was already as red as a ripe tomato, making me want to take a bite.

I don't know if it was the vast expanse of white, tender flesh around her that diluted her reserve, or if the alcohol had numbed her,
making her forget her shyness. Her words became more explicit, her actions bolder, and she gradually blended into the atmosphere. When she won, she would
clap and cheer, and she would get excited when she saw other couples being punished. After a few more rounds, my wife and I lost again
. After three glasses of wine, my wife was so weak that she could barely stand, and she kept giggling and
babbling incoherently naked. Zhao Shiya had gotten the better end of the deal;
she was wearing a women's business casual suit, and after taking off her top, she was left with a white blouse, through which a
white lace bra could be vaguely seen. However, her business skirt had already been removed along with her blouse, revealing a very eye-catching white
fuzzy underwear.

Ye Ziyan was dressed more conservatively today, her bra and underwear both black, covering most of her body. But
like many men, I couldn't help but glance at her body, fantasizing about what lay beneath, recalling the passionate
nights we spent together.

My wife couldn't hold her liquor, and I had a selfish urge to protect her. I suggested we stop here for the night,
but the group insisted on continuing. I had a feeling they were after some goal,
and they wouldn't give up until they achieved it.

Hope shattered, I could only continue playing along. After a few rounds, Zhao Shiya's last blouse also fluttered to the ground,
another woman in the water, and everyone applauded and cheered. They united, turning their attention to my wife and me, the only ones still in the act.

I finally understood that feeling of "not fearing the thief's theft, but fearing the thief's eyeing," that's exactly how I felt back then. I suggested we stop here
again , but Liang Yuzhen was the first to refuse, and all the couples were unwilling to give up, insisting
on playing a few more rounds. Forced into it, I glared at Liang Yuzhen. There's a saying, "The most poisonous
heart is a woman's," and it certainly applies to her. Some were punished by drinking, some by kissing in public, and for the more ruthless,
the husbands and wives had to fulfill a small request. I made up my mind that I would teach Liang Yuzhen a lesson when I had the chance,
to show her what's what.

...

Chapter 158 The Club's Celebration 5

Wishes are beautiful, but reality is always cruel. Before the wish could be fulfilled, after only one draw, my wife
drew an Ace.

My wife stared blankly at the Ace in her hand that would decide her fate for several seconds, somewhat amused and exasperated.
If I had drawn it, she might have scolded me indignantly, but since she drew it herself, she was
speechless. I actually felt a sense of relief, because if we kept playing, I'd eventually draw the winning number. It felt like a second
gamble , a gamble between my wife and me. If I drew it, I was doomed; if she drew it, I was spared. But when she
actually drew it, I felt a pang of guilt, hoping I could let her vent, at least that would make her feel better.
Looking at the men's predatory gazes, those who had been eyeing my wife's body for so long, hoping to satisfy their cravings
and have a taste, feeling that desire to at least feast their eyes even if they couldn't have her, I felt
frustrated and helpless, wishing time would stop.

"Take it off, take it off, take it off..." It was Liang Yuzhen again, that woman, leading the charge, with a hint of schadenfreude.
Everyone shouted excitedly, especially the men, who kept whistling.

But time couldn't be stopped, and with the crowd's jeers, my wife, though mostly drunk, could still
feel the men's enthusiasm and the desire in their eyes. Making her remove her outer garment in front of so many men,
even slightly tipsy, would still cause her deep-seated shyness and reserve to surface.

My wife's helpless, questioning gaze made my heart tremble even more. I wanted to run away with her, but I
couldn't.

"If you don't want to, you'll be punished twice over," Ye Ziyan suddenly stepped forward,
a charming smile playing on her lips. Although she was speaking to my wife, her eyes were fixed on me, her gaze
sparkling with desire.

Ye Ziyan, with only her inner beauty remaining, already exuded an irresistible allure, and now she was using this
move. I was instantly unable to look away, following her captivating gaze to her erect breasts, and then to her slender, snow-white
waist , my mouth watering involuntarily.

Just as my gaze was about to move downwards to observe that patch of grass, a
black , fell onto my head, blocking my view.

I immediately snapped out of my daze and frantically pulled the black gown off my head. Everyone burst into laughter, and many women glanced at me,
grinning. The scene was a whirlwind of activity, each wave more intense than the last. Although I made a fool of myself,
I certainly got a good look, so it was worth it.

"So what if you take

your clothes off?" My wife, perhaps jealous or from the alcohol, snapped at Ye Ziyan.
Lost in the moment, I was stunned by her words and almost lost my balance. I stared at her, dumbfounded.
Was this really her? Would she really say something like that? Was this the same reserved, shy woman from just seconds ago? Was she
delirious with anger or drunkenness? I reached out to touch her forehead.

"What are you doing!" My wife brushed my hand away, pointing to her body. "Look here if you want to see!
Is there anything different?"

It seemed both jealousy and alcohol were at play. I was speechless, too ashamed to argue, and could only smile obsequiously as I withdrew my hand.

I banged my head against the wall repeatedly, and the other women laughed even harder, especially Liang Yuzhen, whose chest bounced wildly with laughter,
making one worry that it might jump out of the fabric at any moment, or that the rope might snap under the strain. Ye
Ziyan's eyes gleamed with triumph, and I could only sigh inwardly, swallowing my bitterness along with my saliva
. Finally, when they saw my wife's smooth, delicate body, the lust in those men's eyes didn't subside; instead, it burned even brighter
. They seemed impatient to spend a night with her, to ravage her, to ride her, to wantonly defile and trample
her.

I was furious, but powerless to resist. Whether it was deliberate revenge or because her anger hadn't subsided, my wife seemed to
have let go , standing there nonchalantly, letting those men swallow their saliva anxiously, only able to feast their eyes.
Before long, my wife even seemed to enjoy the men's passionate gazes. Although I felt a little bitter,
I could understand; it was like being showered with affection. Just as men enjoy the attention of beautiful women around them and
the desire they feel, it gives them a sense of satisfaction and pride.

This attention allows them to directly experience their own charm, and it can rapidly inflate their self-confidence.
No man or woman dislikes this feeling. This is why so many people dress sexily to
enjoy the attention of passersby, and why they walk the runway in swimsuits for the camera, hoping to gain greater
recognition and more praise. The bigger the stage, the more attention, the greater the proof of one's charm, and the greater the achievement,
pride, and confidence one gains. Once experienced, it is never forgotten; it gradually makes one like and
depend on this feeling.

"Okay, continue, continue," Liang Yuzhen urged. ...

Chapter 159 The Club's Celebration 6

Eight women stood around, like a lingerie show, various colors and styles, vying for attention
. This stirred the hearts of all the men, making them fantasize. The game continued, but the men had little interest in it.

After more than ten rounds, the opportunity finally came. I drew an 8, and Liang Yuzhen drew an A. I'll
keep , and when I see her bitter face, I'll know it's time for revenge.

Everyone is staring at me, waiting to see how I'll punish them. I've already planned it out, and I said with a lewd grin, "I want to see
Guanyin sitting on a lotus." I looked a bit like an old man harassing a young girl. "Huh?" Liang Yuzhen's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise and
doubt.

Everyone in the room looked at me with disgust and disbelief, including Huo Lixiang and my wife. I naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by, and I clearly said, "I want to see you and Huo Lixiang perform the Guanyin sitting on a lotus

on the carpet ." "Haha!" Upon confirmation, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter, their faces full of anticipation for a good show. "I know, you planned to embarrass me all along, didn't you?" Liang Yuzhen asked resentfully. I smiled and didn't refute her. She pouted and continued, "No problem, but what's the point of me and my husband? This has already played out countless times at home. If anyone's going to do this, it'll be with you for it to be interesting!" These words were like a high-explosive bomb, exploding in the ears of all the men, making them feel lustful and hot . I wasn't much better off; my mouth was dry, my lower body was burning, and I was on the verge of waking up. Huo Lixiang looked embarrassed and reached up to adjust his glasses to hide it. The women around were all blushing, their mouths agape, unsure of what expression to make. The image seemed to be flashing through their minds. Liang Yuzhen wanted to drag me into this, but I naturally wouldn't fall for it. I smiled and said, "I just want to see you two." Liang Yuzhen was alright, just a little annoyed. Caught in the crossfire, Huo Lixiang looked at me with resentment. "Guanyin sitting on a lotus. Guanyin sitting on a lotus..." The men started cheering, the women blushed, and there was a hint of expectation in their eyes. Even my wife quickly joined in. "Sit down, what's the big deal? Just remember this ." Knowing she couldn't avoid it, Liang Yuzhen simply walked out and said boldly. Seeing Huo Lixiang still standing there, she called out angrily, "Come on up, you're a grown man, what's there to be afraid of?" Huo Lixiang looked at me, shook his head with a wry smile, sighed, walked to the middle of the crowd, and lay down on the carpet. Although she acted nonchalantly, Liang Yuzhen was still a little stage fright in front of so many people. She stood in front of Huo Lixiang , unable to step over for a long time. I urged, "Hurry up! Remember to make your voice and expression more realistic when you sit down." Liang Yuzhen glared at me fiercely, looked around at the people watching the show, and the blush on her pretty face spread even further. She took a deep breath, mustered her courage, stepped over Huo Lixiang's body, aimed at his lower body, and sat down. "Wow! Great!" Everyone applauded and cheered. The woman's eyes flickered with excitement. Liang Yuzhen was extremely helpless, her pretty brows furrowed, and she bit her lip lightly. She imitated the posture of Guanyin sitting on a lotus, her hands supporting Huo Lixiang's chest, and her buttocks began to rise and fall. "Hurry up and moan, make your expression more convincing, or you won't pass." I said, watching the show. Liang Yuzhen wanted to resist, but she was powerless to resist, so she could only sulk, but she had no choice but to comply. She knew that if she didn't take it seriously, it would only drag on longer, so she went all out from the start. Her mouth was slightly open, her brows sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, her expression sometimes painful, sometimes pleasurable, and her moans were really convincing, changing from sharp to painful with her expressions. Liang Yuzhen was fine, but Huo Lixiang beneath her was in a terrible state. He was stimulated to the point that his lower body was erect, a pillar reaching for the sky , pushing his underwear high. At first, Liang Yuzhen could do as she pleased, but now things were complicated. She sat down and straddled Huo Lixiang's penis. Huo Lixiang was in excruciating pain, both amused and exasperated. Liang Yuzhen, also uncomfortable from the thrusting, slapped Huo Lixiang's chest in a fit of shame and anger, her movements suggesting she wanted to break the troublesome penis, or tear off the two obstructive pieces of cloth and sit on it completely. All the men held their breath, their eyes wide. Although there was no actual contact, everyone vaguely heard the patter of raindrops on the pavement, and imagined that plump buttocks sitting on them. The women weren't much better off; their breathing was rapid, as if they were completely immersed in the scene, their breaths rising and falling with Liang Yuzhen's cries. They were probably also recalling the satisfaction of sitting on a man, being filled. The spectators were captivated, but the actors were suffering, their hearts and bodies yearning for satisfaction, yet unable to find it. Liang Yuzhen woke everyone up, saying, "Hey, that's about enough!" Everyone woke up with a start, their faces beaming with smiles, and they clapped, saying, "Good!" "Passed." A perfect performance, flawless, I said with satisfaction. My wife, watching, leaned softly against me.

Liang Yuzhen was in a similar predicament; she almost lost her balance as she stood up, but luckily Huo Lixiang caught her in time. This
caused another burst of laughter from the crowd. As I got up from Huo Lixiang's arms, the look in Liang Yuzhen's eyes made me a little uneasy.

The show was over, and I suddenly felt a bit scared and remorseful for my impulsiveness, but I didn't regret it. After all, I had seen such a wonderful performance, and paying a little price was worth it. I was
just a little worried about how Liang Yuzhen would retaliate next . "It's almost time. Should we call it a night?" I said, thinking of escaping. "No way," Liang Yuzhen refused outright. "Isn't it said that a gentleman's revenge is never too late? There's no need to pursue this so relentlessly. There will be other , don't you all think?" I asked the crowd for help. "I'm not a gentleman. We have to continue tonight. How about we vote and ask them if they want to continue?" Liang Yuzhen looked at the crowd and gave them a flirtatious look. Understanding Liang Yuzhen's meaning, everyone cheered for the show to continue, their expressions filled with anticipation. Even Ye Ziyan, who had always thought she was incredibly good to me, sided with Liang Yuzhen without hesitation. It was a sad, "the rabbit is killed after the hunt" kind of thing; she showed no gratitude whatsoever. We had just enjoyed ourselves together, and now I was to bear the consequences alone. Not only did she not lend a hand, but she also cruelly kicked me when I was down—a bunch of heartless people. My wife, worried about being implicated, looked at me with a resentful, helpless expression. Only now did I begin to regret offending Liang Yuzhen. I'd truly forgotten the pain once the wound healed. She had given me so many nightmares, and I had been foolish enough to provoke her. The game quickly resumed, perhaps to see me suffer, the pace quickened considerably. Without any grudges, once a winner was decided, everyone used the simplest and fastest method to move on to the next round. The pressure was immense; my hands trembled every time I drew a card. My wife also stopped drawing and sent me to play instead. Her actions undoubtedly increased the pressure on me even more. Even drawing an 8 didn't excite me. I was just thankful if I didn't draw an A. I did draw an A twice, and my heart was pounding. But in the end, it wasn't Liang Yuzhen who drew the 8. The feeling then was happier than seeing my own mother . Good luck always runs out. I stubbornly held on for more than ten rounds, but I couldn't escape the law. ... Chapter 160 The Club's Celebration 7 I looked at the A in my hand and the 8 in Liang Yuzhen's hand, and I felt like the sky was falling, like the end of the world. She, on the other hand, was like she had won the lottery, smiling so brightly. I bet she had never been so excited in her life. The horse was already saddled, there was no way to retreat. I bravely stepped forward and said, "Say it! What do you want me to do?" Looking at the expectant eyes of everyone, Liang Yuzhen couldn't help but laugh first and said slowly, " Weren't enjoying watching? Now I want to see you doggy style!" "Ah!" Not only did my wife's face turn ugly, but I also exclaimed. My reaction pleased Liang Yuzhen, who said smugly, "Didn't understand? I want to see doggy style! What do you guys think?" "Yes, doggy style..." Everyone laughed maliciously, their faces full of anticipation. Doggy style is a very popular position, especially for men, as it produces a sense of conquest. However, some women dislike this position because it easily evokes animalistic associations. Furthermore, the disadvantage of this position is the lack of face-to-face eye contact and emotional exchange, which is culturally seen by feminists as disrespectful to women , as it can make women feel oppressed and enslaved. But this position, because the angles of the man and woman are similar, makes penetration easier. During rear-entry, there is less pressure on the woman's abdomen, which is why doctors recommend it for pregnant women. The slapping sound from the man's abdominal movements against the woman's buttocks also enhances male sexual pleasure, thus providing more stimulation. Although I had seen this position many times in films before, my wife and I had never tried it at home. Because she never wanted to, I didn't want to force her. Forced into this situation today, my wife was the most pressured. " Hurry up , doggy style..." everyone started cheering, and Ye Ziyan and the aloof Qin Xue joined in. Tonight, forced into this position, my wife was probably under the most psychological pressure. Facing her resentful gaze, I felt a deep sense of guilt. I thought she didn't understand, and I wanted to explain the position to her, but she interrupted me, blaming me. Having already seen Liang Yuzhen and her husband's performance, my wife knew the rules and there was no escaping it. She picked up a glass of strong liquor and downed half a glass in one gulp, making my stomach churn. Putting down the glass, she glared at me angrily, walked to the center of the area, and, imitating a dog, slowly crawled on the ground. Seeing my wife's shame and anger, her unwillingness yet helplessness, all the men's eyes gleamed. Before I even got to the front, their lower bodies were already erect, wishing they were the ones on top. How could I let them think too much? I quickly followed, crouching behind my wife. "I want to see that position completely, and I have to bark like a puppy during the process," Liang Yuzhen continued, dropping bombshells. "Are you kidding me?!" I turned around with a bitter face. "I don't care, this is a classic case of the devil being one step ahead of the saint . Who told you to start this war first?" Liang Yuzhen ignored my complaints and then said smugly, "You don't have to bark, but I won't shout to pass. You just lie there all night, and we can see you to our hearts' content." Damn it, anger, annoyance, and regret all rushed into my heart at that moment . I felt a bit regretful that I should have done this sooner. "Hurry up!" Under everyone's gaze, my wife's spirit was almost at its limit, urging me from beneath her . I took a breath and had no choice but to give in. Turning my gaze back, my wife was lying beneath me, her smooth, snowy back showing an alluring curve. Today she was wearing a pale white lace dress, and at close range, I could even vaguely see her pink anus under the lace. That already restless silver spear instantly stiffened before it even started moving. "Whoa!" The men and women cheered, but I couldn't hear them anymore; my nerves were taut, and my ears were ringing. I leaned over and straddled my wife's back, but this way I couldn't see what was happening behind her. I didn't dare go too far down; when I thrust my hips, I either poked her anus through her underwear or just brushed past her from below. This made her body go limp, sometimes twisting her hips to avoid it , sometimes squeezing her legs together for the pleasure of friction. I could clearly feel every reaction from my wife, which fueled my burning desire, making me desperate to find a place to release my pent-up lust. But those two thin pieces of fabric were like an impenetrable city gate, leaving me only to sigh helplessly . "Scream! Scream! Scream!" the onlookers began to jeer.

The feeling of being watched was incredibly arousing. A strange sensation rose
within felt the same way.

I didn't want to spend the whole night like this, so with each thrust, I mimicked a soft moan. The moans sounded like a lascivious love
song, sending shivers down the spines of the men and women around me, making them forget all thought.

The men swallowed hard, their erections already bulging, straining against their underwear. Some unconsciously reached out and rubbed
their hard genitals, trying to relieve the itch. Women unconsciously grabbed the men beside them, panting softly, their pretty faces
flushed crimson.

Not only them, but even my wife was struck dumb, her legs clamping tightly together. This made it impossible for me to move from below;
each thrust hit her anus, and her body would instinctively try to pull away, only to immediately pull back as if to meet it, her soft
gasps gradually turning into screams.

Regardless of my wife's panting, the reactions of the surrounding crowd, or even my own imitated dog barks, I was completely engrossed,
unable to escape. At that moment, I felt a sense of humiliation, almost wanting to die, yet I also experienced a perverse, novel,
inexplicable pleasure that made me unable to stop, and unwilling to stop.

This inexplicable pleasure and humiliation made me feel dizzy. Morality, self-respect, and all kinds of concepts
were abandoned, as if everything in the world had become unimportant. I just wanted to vent boldly; it seemed that only in this way
could I feel freedom of body and mind, and quell the desires that had been suppressed in my heart.

"Oh...ah!" I don't know how much time had passed, but when I and everyone else were immersed in it, unable to extricate ourselves, I
heard my wife's soft moan from beneath me.

It was like a heavenly sound, or a Buddhist chant, startling me from the sea of desire, rescuing me, and
gradually calming the waves in my heart. I opened my eyes, hurriedly scrambling off my wife, my face somewhat pale.
I couldn't describe the feeling—the disappointment of not being able to continue, the shame of being forced to bark like a dog, the self-reproach for my loss, and the self-blame for being lost.

I didn't know why I had become like this, but I didn't feel guilty or regretful; instead, I felt a little
happy . It seemed our marriage, our love, had been rekindled, giving me a different kind of
passion .

My wife knelt on the ground, panting, her body limp. Even without me on top of her, she couldn't stand up. I
composed myself and pulled her up. I saw tears welling in her eyes, making her look like a flower blooming in the morning sun, glistening
with dew .

Even though we had stopped, it didn't stop the fantasies of the crowd. The men, in particular, stood there dumbfounded
, their eyes filled with predatory desire as they looked at my wife.

The women weren't much better; they leaned against the men, staring at my wife and me. They all seemed to realize
it was our first time in this position, their faces filled with disbelief, their eyes blazing with passion.

Chapter 161 A Night of Ecstasy 1

Ye Ziyan smiled and walked out of the room. "Are you all satisfied now? Let's call it a night!"

Everyone nodded contentedly, picking up their clothes and putting them back on. Knowing we'd fallen into their trap again, I
wasn't bothered. My wife, however, glared resentfully at Liang Yuzhen as she dressed.

Liang Yuzhen came over, pulled my wife aside, and said with a smile, "I'm not targeting you. Blame him; he started it
."

I weakly protested, "You were the one who made things difficult for us first!" Realizing it was pointless, I didn't want to argue with
Liang Yuzhen and said, "Forget it, it's all in the past."

I was deflated, and Liang Yuzhen, quite pleased with herself, pulled my wife aside to make amends. My wife was still upset about what had happened;
she seemed reluctant, half-heartedly agreeing. But after Liang Yuzhen said something, the two of them started talking quietly
, and soon the resentment on my wife's face disappeared, replaced by laughter and conversation.

This surprised me greatly; it seemed the saying was true: women are either enemies or sisters.
I even considered asking that woman for advice so I could have some tricks up my sleeve when trying to appease my wife.

Before I could even go over to listen closely, Zhou Cang stepped out from the crowd, invited us to have a drink, and announced it
was time for the "red thread" matchmaking. At first, I was confused about what "red thread" meant, but I quickly understood—it was
time to choose a partner. Ye Ziyan took out several red ropes, tied together in the middle and intertwined at both ends.
She instructed the women to hold one end of the rope while the men pulled the other. The previous games were just for fun, but
this part was the real deal, and all the men became excited. Their gazes roamed over the women,
but my wife was the most stared at, making her quite uncomfortable.

I was a little worried about my wife, but my eyes were mostly on the other women. The men
were intrigued by my wife, and I felt the same way about the women standing there. The only difference was that my wife was still a bit reserved, while
the women were all boldly responding to me.

They were all so charming and different; I didn't know who to choose. But choosing was pointless; the ropes
were tangled together, making it impossible to see which rope connected which woman. Zhou Cang was the most impatient; before we even acted, he
went out and picked up a rope. The other men weren't to be outdone, each grabbing one,
their goal clear: my wife's rope.

Three more remained: me, Su Feng, and Huo Lixiang. I don't know what those two were being so polite about; I didn't care.
Whoever I drew was new, as long as I didn't draw Liang Yuzhen, I'd be thankful. Eight to one—the ratio was too low;
I was confident my luck wouldn't be that bad. Each person glanced at the line and casually picked up a line. At the moment of revelation, everyone was like
a fisherman , hoping for a big fish. Eight lines, only one big fish—someone was destined to miss out.

The men were excited, the women were nervous, but they were equally hopeful. When the wife felt the red string in her hand
tremble and tighten, her cheeks flushed red. The fish quickly came ashore; the one who drew his wife was
Qin Wei, whom he had just met that evening. However, I didn't draw his wife; Zhao Shiya was drawn by Qian Hao, and I drew Li Qiuyue. Ye Ziyan
was drawn by Wu Peng, who was also very happy. Zhou Cang, who drew Liang Yuzhen, was a little depressed.

Most of the men and women looked at their partners for the night and were satisfied, except for one person.

Free time followed, but everyone had drunk quite a bit and watched erotic films for a while, so they were all
getting restless . Most people, with their partners, got into their cars and headed to the club.

After saying goodbye, my wife didn't want to part with me so soon and insisted on getting in the car with me. Qin Wei understood and
agreed to at the club. With two women in the car, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and I didn't dare say a word. This situation
was too strange—on one side was my wife, and on the other was the woman I was going to sleep with tonight. I was a little uneasy driving,
worrying whether my wife was jealous or whether they would start arguing.

As it turned out, I was overthinking it. After we hit the road, Li Qiuyue kept trying to talk to my wife. My wife was probably
quite flustered at first, and her replies were somewhat perfunctory, but as the conversation delved deeper into women's topics, they became quite animated.

By the time we arrived at the club, my wife had completely dropped her guard, and the two were chatting and laughing, almost like friends.
On the way, I focused entirely on driving, not daring to interrupt their women's conversations, and I couldn't get a word in edgewise anyway; most of their comments were about
men's faults.

When my wife complained about certain issues, she would glance at me intentionally or unintentionally, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Although my
fellow were being scorned, I could only swallow my anger, pretending not to hear, and dare not complain.

Whether it was because of the previous two experiences, or because I had just had a pleasant conversation with Li Qiuyue, my wife wasn't as nervous as she had been the first
two times . When she met up with Qin Wei, although she was still a little evasive, she wasn't as resistant. She lowered her head
and silently went into the room with Qin Wei. Watching my wife's figure disappear from sight, my heart actually calmed down
considerably , without the previous pain, struggle, and self-blame.

Sooner or later I'd have to get used to it, I sighed inwardly, banishing those thoughts from my mind, and walked into the room with Li Qiuyue.

Chapter 162 A Night of Ecstasy 2

Closing the door was like entering another world, as if
the door . After entering the room, Li Qiuyue acted very naturally. She didn't need to be as alluring and seductive as Ye Ziyan, nor
as fiery and passionate as Liang Yuzhen. Because everything had already come to fruition.

Li Qiuyue kicked off her high heels, threw her bag on the table, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, "Do you want to shower first, or should I
?"

Looking at her rubbing her sore feet, she seemed a little tired after wearing high heels all day. I smiled and said,
"You shower first."

"You still have some gentlemanly manners." Li Qiuyue didn't refuse, put on her shoes and compromised, smiling as she walked towards the bathroom.

"Then you should also have some ladylike manners, how about we shower together?" I asked shamelessly.
I was the one who received the most direct impact during the game at the villa, and the desire was still burning inside me. If Li Qiuyue hadn't
remained so calm, I probably would have pounced on any other woman the moment she stepped inside.

"You think you can get something for this little bit of effort? Don't even think about it," Li Qiuyue rolled her eyes, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door
without hesitation . "So stingy," I muttered, standing at the bathroom door, gazing at the slender figure inside.

"You can't be too generous to men like you, or they'll really think women are starving and waiting for you to come and
'moisten' ," Li Qiuyue said resentfully. Although the bathroom door was glass, the rough glass only allowed for a blurry
reflection. I could see Li Qiuyue's movements; she had already taken off her white floral dress and was unhooking her bra, but I still
couldn't see clearly.

Her breasts were also vaguely visible. Li Qiuyue bent down and took off her underwear, saying, "Don't stand
there , aren't you tired? If you want to look, I'll let you look your fill later."

It turned out you could still see outside from inside. I shrank back, the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and the steam quickly blurred
the glass it only possible to vaguely make out a figure. I sighed, turned and lay back on the bed, turned on the TV, and idly
flipped through channels.

After pressing the buttons for a while, I couldn't find a good program. Suddenly, I remembered something and asked, "How's Qin Wei?"

"What, only now do you think about worrying about your wife?" Li Qiuyue's disdainful voice came from the bathroom.

I was indeed a little worried. Su Feng and Huo Lixiang were acquaintances, but I had only met Qin Wei tonight, and I
knew nothing about him. I stubbornly insisted, "I was just curious, just asking."

"Hmph, you heartless men are all like this. If you were worried, why did you bring her here in the first place?" Li
Qiuyue's tone was indifferent, as if she thought I was crocodile tears.

Li Qiuyue's words left me speechless. After a moment, seeing that I didn't respond, she continued, "That Qin Wei
is just reckless and doesn't understand romance at all. He doesn't know how to take care of women; he just wants to have his own fun."

This wasn't what I wanted to ask. I continued, "Does he have any strange habits?"

"Heh! What do you consider strange habits?" Li Qiuyue's strange laughter came.

Knowing she understood and was deliberately asking, I helplessly said, "I mean, some special hobbies, strange
requests or something like that?"

"No, not really," Li Qiuyue said after thinking for a moment. I felt relieved. Many men are like
that, only thinking of themselves in bed. As long as it doesn't hurt their wives, it's not a big deal.

"I don't like being with him. He leaves you feeling unsatisfied and frustrated, with nowhere
to release . Every time he's done, I have to hide in the bathroom and take care of it myself." Li Qiuyue's tone was a little annoyed, frustrated,
and helpless. "How do you take care of it?" I almost laughed out loud, not expecting such a fascinating story, and asked with

a mischievous grin . "Don't play dumb with me. I know you men all too well. You pretend to be gentlemen, but I know all the tricks you're up to," Li Qiuyue retorted without hesitation, then turned to ask, "By the way, you're not like him, are you?" "Of course not!" I said righteously. "That's good. Don't disappoint women, or no woman will want to be with you in the future," Li Qiuyue said. We've known each other for a few days, but we hadn't had much contact before. Although we only talked briefly tonight, I now have a more direct understanding of Li Qiuyue. She's very open and straightforward, daring to talk about anything . No wonder my wife likes her so much. Li Qiuyue's straightforwardness is different from Liang Yuzhen's. Liang Yuzhen's directness can be overwhelming for men. She still retains some of a woman's reserve and knows how to display it appropriately. Her temperament makes men feel like she's a close buddy, yet she can also transform into a charming woman when needed. Men feel close to her and naturally want to get closer. As I was lost in thought, idly flipping through TV channels, the sound of water in the bathroom gradually stopped. The glass door opened, and Li Qiuyue, wrapped in a bath towel and barefoot, came out. Her personality made me want to understand her more, so I turned to look at her. Li Qiuyue was wiping the water droplets from her neck with the bath towel. I don't know what she does for a living, but she must frequent beauty salons. Her skin is smooth and delicate, very well-maintained, and even more rosy after a bath, like a newborn baby. Chapter 163 A Night of Ecstasy 3 Li Qiuyue's proportions were already excellent, and she looked even more alluring wrapped in a bath towel . Just thinking about how empty her body was underneath made my blood boil. "Ah! Oh!" A lewd moan suddenly came from the television. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned my head. I saw a couple on TV, embracing and making love on a bus.

The woman was completely out of control, screaming wildly. The man, oblivious to everyone else, continued his frenzied thrusting, and everyone on the bus stared
intently at the two of them.

I was a little confused and embarrassed, especially since Li Qiuyue was there.

She opened her shower cap, let down her hair, and asked, "What are you looking at?" She approached
and

, seeing the screen, remained calm, laughing strangely, "I didn't know you had this kind of fetish." "I was just pressing randomly, I just touched it," I said, annoyed. "Tch, who would believe that?"
She was even more disdainful when I tried to explain.

"I can't help it if you don't believe me." Unable to defend myself, I simply stopped talking. The woman in the video looked so familiar.
I had no idea she'd ever played this kind of thing before; what a waste of resources! I deeply regretted it.

Li Qiuyue said meaningfully, "Don't worry! I understand!" Then she actually sat down next to me and
looked at it with me, exclaiming, "Isn't that Aoi Sora?"

I knew she looked familiar. Back when I was single, I'd masturbated to her countless times, but I hadn't watched her as much in recent years, and I'd almost
forgotten her. My apologies, how disrespectful!

"Tsk, tsk, she's really enjoying herself, but is it real?" Li Qiuyue commented, looking even more
intently than I was.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I'm a woman, of course I know," Li Qiuyue rolled her eyes at me.

A smile that could launch a thousand ships, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was truly alluring, even her eye-rolling was captivating. I unconsciously
met her gaze; her swan-like eyes, occasionally glancing, were so sweet, her soft, arched
lashes veiling her brimming pupils. I almost lost control, but I steadied myself and asked, "How can you tell?"

Li Qiuyue gestured to the screen and said, "Look at her body reaction, her expression, and her moans—they're completely different!
And..." Suddenly, she felt it was a bit strange to talk to me about these things, so she stopped and said, "Why do you, a man, know so much!
Go take a shower."

"Can't I not shower? I can't wait." I took her small hand; it was smooth and delicate,
like touching a piece of fine jade.

I was telling the truth. We had spent half the day at the villa, and now, after this stimulation, my lower body
was burning hot.

Li Qiuyue didn't respond, struggling and saying, "Of course not, I'll be filthy if I don't shower. It'll feel disgusting, and
I won't feel anything."

"Are you a germaphobe?" I asked.

"No, I just want to feel better, is that not allowed?" Li Qiuyue rolled her eyes again. She not only understood her
advantages very well but also knew how to use them to capture a man's heart.

I understand, but I still don't want to let go. I couldn't help myself and said in a pleading tone, "Can't we just do it this once?"

"Why are you being so indecisive? Are you going to shower or not?" Li Qiuyue seemed to be
stimulated , and asked impatiently.

Li Qiuyue was acting as if she wouldn't let me have my way with her tonight if she didn't shower, so I had no choice but to compromise. "Okay, I'll shower, I'll shower,
is that alright ?" Then I changed my tone and said, "But before you shower, let me have my fun." After saying that, I let go of her hand,
slipped into the bath towel, and went to explore those two little comets.

She was caught off guard and I caught her red-handed. I thought I would feel the softness I had been longing for, but to my dismay, I
only touched a thin piece of cloth.

Li Qiuyue was startled and exclaimed, slapping my wandering hand away. Disappointed

at not getting a feel for it, I withdrew and said, "You've already showered, why are you still wearing underwear?"

"I like it, so what! Who says women have to be naked after showering?" Li
Qiuyue . I was somewhat skeptical, so I pulled Li Qiuyue out of bed and ripped off her bath towel. Sure enough, her pink
bra and panties were still on. The alluring view was blocked, and I felt a little disappointed. Her pubic hair was very
thick , and her sexy panties couldn't cover it at all; those few fine, dark hairs were once again exposed.

A wicked thought suddenly popped into my head, and almost without thinking, I acted on it, reaching out
and plucking one.

Whether it hurt her or startled her, she cried out loudly. Frowning, she slapped me angrily,
"What are you doing?" She covered her genitals, rubbing them through the fabric, seemingly trying to ease the pain.

"Nothing, just wanted to take a look," I said with a smile, examining the hair carefully in my hand and handing it to Li
Qiuyue . "Look, it's so black."

"Ah! It's filthy, take it away!" Li Qiuyue screamed and dodged away. The more frightened she was, the more amused and excited I became
, and the stronger my wicked desire grew. I leaned closer and said, "Isn't it from your body?" I held it to her
nose "Smell it, it seems to still have a scent."

"Go away! If you keep this up, I'm not talking to you tonight." Li Qiuyue snatched the hair from my hand and threw it on the ground.

"Fine, I won't play anymore." I surrendered, finding it quite amusing to see her huffing and puffing, yet helpless.
But her allure only fueled my desire.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I changed into slippers and rushed to the bathroom. Taking off my clothes, I was delighted to see Xiaolong, already awake and standing
tall . I quickly showered, teasingly saying, "Could you turn the volume up a bit
? I can't hear you."

"Want to listen to it all night?" Li Qiuyue said irritably. Threatening me with that, I obediently shut up and
hurriedly finished showering. Wrapped in a towel, I walked out of the bathroom to find her already in bed, still engrossed in watching TV
.

"Still watching? Don't you feel itchy?" I joked like a male friend.

"You don't even know it's itchy?" Li Qiuyue's body was definitely burning with desire. She looked at me, blinking teasingly.
Her directness and boldness really appealed to me. Her eyes sparkled, and that mole on her forehead was incredibly alluring; I
couldn't look away. Like a lion in heat, I pounced on the bed, saying, "Just touch it and you'll know."

Li Qiuyue was startled and tried to escape, but there was nowhere to run, and I caught her squarely. I couldn't wait any longer and reached directly for
her lower body. When I touched her, I almost fainted.

I didn't know when she had taken off her panties. I thought I would touch panties again and have to struggle
to take them off. Instead, I directly touched that hidden valley, moist and tantalizing, opening and closing like a lotus flower. This was an
unexpected surprise, making my whole body numb and my heart race.

"So you've been itchy all along!" I said, looking into her eyes. "Can you make it stop itching?" she asked, biting her lip,
her eyes hazy. "I can make it itch more and more." I withdrew my hand and wiped the sticky substance on her towel.
"Then I can make you wish you were dead." She provocatively and fervently challenged me.

Her words were utterly explicit, tearing at my nerves and forcibly dragging me into that sea of desire, filling me with lust
. At that moment, all I wanted was to conquer.

I pulled her close, looking at her intently, and said, "You

think you can do that?" "Want to try?" she asked without flinching.

"I really want to see!" I said expectantly.

She pursed her lips, smiled seductively, and slowly pushed my hand away. She sat on the edge of the bed, poured a small glass
of red wine , then pulled open

the drawer under the bedside table—I hadn't known before that there was a small freezer inside.

Li Qiuyue took out two ice cubes, picked up the wine glass, and was about to put them in her mouth. "
What ?" I asked, puzzled.

"You'll find out soon enough," she said with a strange smile.

I was vaguely worried, but mostly excited. She put the two ice cubes in her mouth, then
poured the red wine from the glass into them. She crawled back to me, lifted her bathrobe, and, to my astonishment, directly put my limp penis
into her mouth. At first, I didn't understand—why go through all this trouble? But the moment the dragon's head entered my mouth,
I instantly understood. It was as if I'd been whipped; my waist stiffened, my whole body rigid, and my previously limp dragon
instantly became stiff.

If soaking the dragon's head in warm liquid was comfortable, then soaking it in even hotter red wine was a different story—it
was like boiling snake meat. The red wine was like boiling water, scalding my sensitive skin. The dragon was stimulated,
its entire body tensing up, as if about to snap.

Soon, it felt as if my skin was on fire, and the burning sensation spread, rushing up my abdomen from the dragon's root,
then coursing through my entire body's meridians. I almost instinctively groaned. At first, it was somewhat comfortable and bearable,
but gradually it grew hotter and hotter, my whole body burning, my pores opening, and fine sweat seeping out.

"Stop, stop, I can't take it anymore." Before I was burned to ashes, I hastily surrendered.

She still wouldn't let go, as if to punish me. Just as I was about to give in and push her away... She gently stirred
her tongue , and two ice cubes swam closer, settling on the dragon's root.

I shuddered, shivering several times, then relaxed completely. The feeling was indescribable—was it like
finding a pond after being about to die of heat? Or finding water after being about to die of thirst? The feeling was even more wondrous, like being released from a furnace
, every cell in my body throbbing with comfort. But the bliss didn't last long; the heat quickly dissipated, replaced by a chill.
Whether from the stimulation or the cold, the dragon's head had never felt so hard; if I were given a weight now,
it might actually stand up. The cold not only froze the dragon but also the flowing blood; every drop of blood returning from
the dragon's head turned into ice crystals, making me tremble all over.

Just moments ago I was sweating from the heat; now I was shivering from the cold. My mouth hung open, my
expression one of utter disorientation, which pleased her greatly. I tried to grit my teeth and hold on, but only for a few seconds before giving up.

I hunched over, trying to escape, frantically crying, "No, no, it's freezing!"

Her eyes were full of amusement as she mischievously bit down on the dragon's body with her teeth. I had nowhere to run, my body tense
, my teeth clenched. The coldness surged through my veins, rushing from my lower body to the top of my head, as if countless icicles were relentlessly stabbing me.
I cried and laughed, "I'm dying, I'm really dying!"

Seeing my pleading eyes, she finally satisfiedly flicked her tongue, shifting the ice, letting me re-immerse myself in the red wine,
finally leaping out of the icy hole.

The dragon's body warmed up, bringing that extreme comfort again. I breathed a sigh of relief and slumped against the pillow.
This wasn't just an alternation of hot and cold, but an extreme challenge. Just one cycle had exhausted all my energy,
tormenting me to the point of wishing I were dead.

The comfort didn't last long; I started burning up again, unbearably hot. But this time, she began moving back and forth,
no longer tormenting me. I was instantly tossed between icy cold and scorching heat, as if traversing Antarctica and the desert,
my nerves throbbing with pleasure, dancing along with her movements.

"Is this what they call the extremes of ice and fire?" I asked, recalling a phrase.

She gave me a playful glare, signaling me to be quiet and focus on the sensations. I was lost in that alluring feeling, my spirit soaring
with hers, playing with her.

In just two minutes, I felt a heat rising in my abdomen, beginning to gather energy. Don't laugh at me, readers;
I bet you couldn't last more than two minutes at this point.

I thrust my hips, pounding into her. Sometimes the force was too great, and drops of red wine would trickle from the corner of her
mouth , which she could only wipe away while enduring my thrusts. Just as I felt the energy gathering
was complete and I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly tilted her head back and released me.

Damn, it felt like falling from an airplane, plummeting straight to the ground, my bones shattering, my body completely empty and
numb. I cried out in anguish, "What are you doing!" and reached for her head, trying to push her back down.

She dodged, spitting the red wine and ice cubes from her mouth back into the glass, and laughed mischievously, "You're done having your fun,
what am I supposed to have fun with next?"

"You let me have my fun first, and I promise you'll have yours later," I said urgently, finally understanding what it meant to
be stuck in limbo, feeling utterly miserable.

"Nobody believes you men, we all have our fun together," she pouted, then lay down on the bed, saying
softly "Now it's your turn, hurry up."

"What?" I asked deliberately, my body aching, my mind even more so.

"Care for me! Stop pretending," she said, biting her lip and huffing.

Seeing her limp body and the gushing water in her cave, I had no desire to caress her anymore; I wanted nothing more than to press myself
against her , thrust my penis into her cave, wreak havoc on that precious opening, and spit all the water inside.

Chapter 165 A Night of Ecstasy 5

Seeing through my thoughts, Li Qiuyue bent her knees on the bed and said, "If you don't do it,

don't even think about it tonight." Women use this to seduce and control men, but sadly, men can never defend against this tactic. Suppressing
the burning desire in my heart, I had no choice but to obediently comply. I was a little impatient, and also wanted to get revenge for her teasing. I straightened
her legs, bent my fingers, and went straight for her sensitive spot. I even had the wicked thought of using my fingers to make her feel like she was dying and coming back to life.

Guessing my thoughts, she squeezed her legs together, closed the gates, and said aggrievedly, "Why are you so rough? Be gentle
. If you can't find my sensitive spots, you can forget about experiencing my passion tonight."

I was caught off guard and froze on the spot. She blinked and said seductively, "If you find my sensitive spots, I have many more
tricks up my sleeve, I guarantee I can make you feel like you're in heaven."

These words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly reviving me, my desire rising, almost bursting.
A smile as he gently stroked her delicate neck, his fingertips slowly tracing the path to her collarbone and chest,

before softly unwrapping the towel. Her breasts, snow-white and perfectly sized, bounced out. So beautiful, so dazzling, they almost blinded him.
My eyes were glued to her. Her slender waist slid like a water snake, and between her tightly pressed legs, the dark bush was faintly visible
, revealing a hidden paradise.

A burning desire was truly aroused within me; I stared intently, feeling I could never get enough.

My infatuation pleased her. She arched her back in response, saying seductively, "Hurry up."

Her voice was soft and alluring, almost melting me. It seemed she had been itching to get any closer. My hands trembled as I gently
held her knees, slowly prying them open. My movements were gentle, like parting the grass, afraid that too much noise would scare away
the rabbit hiding inside.

Her legs parted, and there it was—the rabbit was still there, a delightful surprise. The little rabbit was munching on grass, unaware of my arrival.
Instead of immediately catching it, I slowly moved my body upwards along her fair thighs, avoiding her breasts, and finally
caressed her pretty face.

She closed her eyes, gently nuzzling me in enjoyment. I traced my fingers back down her cheek and pinched her pink nipple. She frowned slightly
, her reaction unconvincing. I continued downwards, sliding to the dark grass, and tentatively touched her breasts.
She trembled, but her reaction still wasn't right.

This piqued my curiosity. Aren't these the two sensitive spots on a woman's body? But I wasn't discouraged;
instead became even more excited. Exploring a woman's body was far more thrilling than searching for treasure in a secret room.

I lifted her white legs, extended my tongue, and gently licked upwards along the inside of her thighs—her slender waist, breasts, neck,
earlobes—but still couldn't find them. Hesitantly, I returned to her navel, her pubic area, and even her toes.

She quickly reciprocated, her reaction fervent. Her hands, wrapped around my back, kneaded incessantly, but there was
no reaction, no passion, from touching her sensitive spots. I looked at her, puzzled, wondering if she was even a woman
. A woman's sensitive spots didn't seem to work on her.

"Don't stop!" she cried, pulling at me, clearly uncomfortable from the heat. She lay there enjoying herself, while I was exhausted and
just wanted die. I asked, "Why
don't you just tell me where the sensitive spot is? This constant searching, when will it ever end? Maybe I'll die of exhaustion in bed before I even find it."

"You weren't looking carefully," she said, wrinkling her pretty nose and blinking. She really knew how to charm; that beauty mark
could instantly intoxicate and captivate. My heart lit up, and I tentatively moved closer to the corner of her eye. Before I even got close, she
nervously closed her eyes, going limp like a squid. The moment my warm breath touched her eye, she trembled.
I knew I'd found the right spot, and I was overjoyed. I kissed that beauty mark, and her whole body tensed. Her hand, which was wrapped around my back, grabbed
at it , her reaction even stronger than when I climbed onto her breasts and licked her clitoris.

I was ecstatic. All that effort, and here it was! I extended my tongue to lightly touch it, as if seeking confirmation. She trembled even more
violently, her hands gripping the flesh of my arm tightly, and she moaned softly.

I was excited and somewhat surprised. I never imagined there would be a woman like this. It wasn't a physical
sensitivity, but a mental one, perhaps even a dual sensitivity. I found a novel toy, gently
holding her head, kissing the corner of her eye, my tongue swirling around her mole.

She closed her eyes, enjoying it, her body trembling as she murmured, "You've finally found it."

I teased her vigorously, and she responded strongly, constantly twisting her waist in response. Before long, she wanted
it, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her breasts rubbing against my lower body, panting urgently, "Enter me quickly."

This time it was her turn to be impatient. I continued teasing her mischievously, but didn't penetrate.

Knowing I was retaliating, she glared at me angrily, but quickly couldn't take it anymore. She took the initiative to hold my penis, trying to
guide me in. I arched my back, refusing to let her have her way.

"Ah!" She couldn't bear it, screaming in catharsis.

Then suddenly she rolled over, catching me off guard, and before I could react, she had me pinned beneath her. I was almost paralyzed with fear;
I never imagined she would be so intense.

She didn't care about my reaction, flipping over and straddling me, guiding my penis inside. I used to
not believe news reports of men being raped, but now I do. As long as a woman is willing, it can happen anytime, it's consensual!

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Chapter 166 A Night of Ecstasy 6

Li Qiuyue's body was already prepared. The space was open, the rain plentiful; I was immediately gripped as soon as I slid in. It
was incredibly tight, making me shudder. She was very skilled, her movements perfectly controlled, creating a rhythmic slapping sound from the very first
time .

Watching her pounding on top of me, I was happy to enjoy it too. She frowned slightly, initially a little uncomfortable, but
her physical hunger made her ignore it. Her passionate thrusts seemed to be under her complete control,
opening and closing with each in-and-out motion. It made my heart beat in sync with her movements.

When a woman's desire ignites, it surpasses that of a man. The more she sat, the stronger her desire grew; I was almost numb from sitting,
but mostly I felt a wet, pleasurable sensation.

The drill plunged into the ground, spraying oil everywhere. Each time it reached the bottom, she would relax her brow,
looking satisfied, then appear empty as it returned. My gaze lingered on her face and back and forth, able to
clearly see every change in her expression as her breasts, like peach blossoms, bloomed around her erect penis.

Standing upright was too tiring; she was exhausted after a few minutes. She bent over, supporting herself with her hands, but her movements didn't slow down at all.
Her breasts bounced and swayed violently. Her long hair, like straw swaying in the wind,
floated and slid against my chest. I reached out and kneaded her thighs.

She quickly became engrossed, singing along with the slapping sounds. Her breathing was peculiar, sometimes a painful scream,
sometimes comfortable moan, sometimes a heavy, breathless gasp as if she were holding her breath, determined to defeat me—it was
a symphony of a hundred birds.

Listening to the pleasant slapping sounds and those enchanting moans, I was lost in my own world, overwhelmed with joy.

She was the kind of woman whose desire burned ever brighter, who grew stronger with each thrust. When needed within the mansion, she would change position,
turning to the side. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten my existence; in her eyes, only the probing silver spear remained.

Fine beads of sweat rose on her body as she turned her back to me, clamping her legs together and squatting between my thighs, rising and falling. She
was already tight, but this deliberate clamping made the powerful suction and tightness more than double. I felt a tingling sensation
all over my body from being sat on; with each slap, an electric current traveled through my body with the drill, causing a shock to my nerves.
Her pert buttocks danced before my eyes like a ball of dancing sparks, and I didn't even have the strength to reach out and grasp them.

The head of my penis grew hotter and hotter, and I soon couldn't hold on any longer, but she seemed unaffected; her strength and speed not only didn't decrease,
but instead showed a tendency to increase. I don't want to go by myself. She's not satisfied yet. It would be embarrassing, and
I'd definitely be looked down upon.

To provoke her, I mischievously turned up the TV volume. Facing the television, she was drawn in by the moans
playing on it, watching a scene on a bus, a public display of sexual intercourse. Her body tensed instantly, her screams
growing louder, as if trying to outdo the sound on the screen. The two sounds rose and fell, from relentless to
merging into one.

The speed and force of my thrusts increased; I knew her body and mind were on the
verge of explosion. I held her hips, preventing her from moving, and then thrust my hips forward.

Now, to send her to heaven together, I went all out from the start, showing no mercy. Each
impact startled her, her body swaying, only able to steady herself by gripping my legs.

After a few times, she couldn't take it anymore, her hands scratching and clawing at my waist. My speed increased, her
hair flying like dust in a storm. She wanted to escape, but her body wouldn't, she
endured this contradictory pain, her screams continuing.

After two minutes of this, she responded by thrusting back against me. Neither of us would give way. The gates of the mansion drew ever closer,
each entry and exit bringing with it a greater amount of rain and dew. I trembled from the suction, the jet of water already reaching my mouth, but I
stubbornly held back. With a desperate thrust, she finally tightened her body, frantically sitting down to meet my impact.

Like a comet colliding with Earth, a torrent of fiery rain poured down, finally unable to hold back any longer, the jet of water gushing forth.
Suppressed , the force of the jet was immense; her body trembled from the impact, unable to straighten, collapsing limply at
my feet, sucking on my toes. Completely

drenched in the fiery rain, she seemed to truly control herself; the suction continued, making my already numb head even more uncontrollable, causing me to vomit several times. Each thrust made her gasp, her body contracting and relaxing. Exhausted from vomiting, I lay weakly on the bed, savoring the memory. She even had the strength to knead my tense muscles, slowly relaxing me, a feeling of unbearable comfort. Not wanting her to tire herself out, I pulled her back to bed. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes were glistening with moisture, making her even more captivating . Remembering how she'd helped me earlier, I asked curiously, "What do you do?" "Why do you ask?" she countered. I could see a hint of wariness in her eyes, so I casually replied, "Just curious, what's so secret about that?" Then I readily revealed my profession. She considered for a moment before saying, "Public relations manager." "Public relations manager?" I was surprised. When she received the blackmail photos a few days ago, I'd made a few wild guesses about her identity—rich girl, career woman, etc.—but I never imagined this. She rolled her eyes and said, "What's the big deal? It's just about building relationships and resolving conflicts! Doesn't your company have these?" "Yes, of course," I laughed. "You don't look down on me, do you?" she suddenly sat up in bed, looking at me. "Of course not, I just didn't think of you based on your appearance," I explained, pulling her back down. "Then what do I look like?" she asked, blinking. "Like a rich woman," I asserted. "Get lost! I wish I were that kind of person," she retorted coquettishly, though I could see a mixture of happiness and disappointment. "You'll have it eventually," I comforted her. Not wanting to dwell on the matter, and having ruled out extortion, I asked, "About the photos from the other day, did you offend someone?" Her mood dipped considerably at the mention of it, but I could tell she was also puzzled. She said dejectedly, "In our profession, we're always smiling and trying to make everyone happy. We're always trying to minimize problems and resolve them peacefully. We're too busy trying to please everyone to offend anyone." Seeing her genuine distress, and knowing she was just a woman, I didn't want this to spoil her mood. I changed the subject, asking, "You said you had many different kinds? What are they?" "What do you want to do?" she asked, giving me a strange look. "Tell me, I'll see which ones are good, maybe I can order some!" I said with a suggestive smile. "Do you think this is a restaurant? Ordering food?" she said, somewhat amused. "Just tell me, let me learn something, and I can try it at home!" I urged. "No, it's no fun just talking. There will be plenty of opportunities later, we'll find out by trying them one by one!" She wasn't fooled . She insisted on not saying anything, and I had no choice but to give up. I shamelessly asked, "So, what moves are you going to use later?" "I'm almost exhausted, it's your turn to take care of me later." She closed her eyes after saying that, waiting to enjoy herself. I was annoyed by her reaction. However, the feeling after today made me a little scared, and I wasn't as . My concern for my wife also decreased a bit. ... Chapter 167 Husband is away on a business trip 1 What happened next was inevitable. Li Qiuyue, as expected of someone who works in public relations, not only knows how to arouse a man's desire, but also knows when to stop. She understands men very well. We did it twice more. The last two times, she was no longer proactive, passively receiving like a little girl, but she also knew how to give me enough response at the crucial moment. She gave me great pleasure in terms of body and mind. We fought fiercely until we were both exhausted. She was completely absorbed in this battle , and afterwards, she held me tightly, insisting on resting her head on my arm as she fell asleep. The next day, I was woken up by a phone call from my wife. She asked if I was up, and only then did I snap out of my passion . Remembering that the woman sleeping next to me was someone else's wife, I hurriedly replied that I was up. After hanging up, I immediately pulled Li Qiuyue out of bed. Perhaps she was genuinely tired from the previous night, because she slept even longer than me, and it took a while for her to wake up. I quickly washed up, and she kept complaining as she rinsed her mouth, her eyes half-closed. When I saw my wife outside, she seemed a little better than the previous two times; at least outwardly, she could still talk to me. However, her complexion wasn't very good, and she seemed a little upset. I guessed it might be because of Qin Wei, but I didn't pay much attention. After all, we hadn't known each other for long, and some issues were difficult to discuss. I'll make it up to my wife when I have time. When I got to the club's parking lot, Qian Hao was already waiting there; the others had either already gone home or hadn't gotten up yet. Before we parted, Li Qiuyue asked me for a *****. Seeing that my wife got along well with her, and mainly because this woman possessed exceptional skills, I gave it to her. As soon as my wife and I left the club, she started complaining. Her words were all about Qin Wei, saying that she wasn't ready last night when Qin Wei came, and she was in the middle of it all when he finished.

She actually talked to me about this, so it seems she's starting to accept and get used to the people and things at the club,
at least she's not as resistant and afraid as before. Maybe Qin Wei really is making her angry. I felt a little
annoyed , and also a little amused. Both men and women who are self-absorbed in bed will leave each other feeling helpless.

As soon as I got home, my wife started nagging me. I was completely exhausted last night; I had neither the energy nor the mood.
I know her; if it were Li Qiuyue, she could go to the toilet herself, but she would definitely hold it in. But
the more you hold it in, the more uncomfortable and thirsty you become, especially with a man sleeping next to you. It's like an itch that's harder than a cat scratching
. Once home, my wife naturally exploded. Seeing her clinging to me, looking so pitiful, I gave in
and helped her. But not with my penis, but with my fingers and tongue. She lay on the bed, and I
knelt in front of her.

She was unusually sensitive today, perhaps because the fire in her heart had been burning for too long. The moment my fingers touched her, she
started panting, and after only a few movements, she was wet. When I used my tongue, she clamped her legs tightly around my head,
moaning wildly, as if trying to release all the pent-up desire within her. In just a few minutes, she couldn't hold back anymore,
arching her back and holding my head, ejaculating with a series of "plop plop" sounds.

Even this brought her to orgasm. She lay motionless on the bed, like a snake whose tendons had been pulled out.
I wiped her with tissues and covered her with a blanket; she fell asleep like that.

I went back to continue yesterday's work, feeling anxious as the deadline approached. Before, I thought as long as I could
get it done , that was fine, but this time I wanted to make it as perfect as possible. The scene at my father-in-law's house that night kept
flashing through my mind, and my brother-in-law's words kept echoing in my ears, making it impossible for me to stop. I really couldn't continue
like this , neither for my wife nor for this family.

I was so engrossed in my work that I lost track of time until it was almost dark when my wife called me for dinner. I didn't even realize
when 'd gotten up.

After dinner, I skipped the bar party that evening and called Ye Ziyan, saying I had some things to take care of
. She didn't ask many questions, only regretfully saying we'd meet up sometime. After hanging up, I went back to my room and continued working.

My wife understood why I'd suddenly changed, knowing it was pointless to try to persuade me now. She didn't say much, just
silently did her job. While I was in my room, she didn't bother me, just made me a cup of tea and then
watched TV alone on the sofa.

The next week was a blur of day and night. I'd work until two or three in the morning, and my wife had to urge me
several times before I'd go to sleep. If I didn't sleep, she wouldn't sleep either; nothing I said mattered. She only lasted three days before she couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep on
the sofa . I felt a pang of heartache; although I felt guilty, I was also deeply moved and warmed.

Not wanting her to suffer, I tried to go to bed early and wake up early for the next few days. I go to bed at 11 pm and get up at 5
am . Only in this way can I temporarily escape my irregular life.

Chapter 168 Husband is away on a business trip 2

I arrived at Gao Yue's office, but she wasn't there. I asked the second secretary at the general manager's office door and learned that Gao Yue had gone to talk business with
the boss and wouldn't be back until the afternoon. I had no choice but to leave a message for the second secretary and go back to my office.

Finally, it was all settled, and I felt much more relaxed, a little nervous, and a little expectant. After all, I had put a lot of
effort into this plan, and I was quite satisfied with it.

I waited anxiously until the afternoon, and I was a little absent-minded when doing other things. Gao Yue finally returned near the end of the workday,
walking into my office in high heels. I was initially happy that she was back, but after seeing her, the case was temporarily
forgotten.

I guessed that she had met an important client today, because Gao Yue was dressed very formally. Her bright silver high heels were a few centimeters lower,
but they fit better, making her seem less distant. Those alluring long legs were covered in flesh-colored stockings. Although it was a bit of
a pity , it also had a different kind of charm. Men are always unable to resist flesh-colored stockings.

A white short skirt, shirt, blazer, glasses, and a ponytail—she looked dignified, elegant, and
much more approachable.

Gao Yue, seemingly oblivious to my dazed expression, smiled as she entered, "I didn't expect you to finish so quickly! The higher-ups
were talking to me about this a few days ago, and we were worried you wouldn't be able to finish it in such a rush."

I snapped out of my daze, picked up the documents from the table, and handed them to Gao Yue, saying, "Since the higher-ups were in such a hurry, I worked overtime
and rushed it out."

Gao Yue took the documents with surprise, casually flipped through them, and smiled, "Not bad!"

"It's good enough to get it done," I said modestly, though I was actually almost cheering with joy. Earning Gao Yue's praise
was no easy feat. A graduate of a prestigious university, with her own outstanding qualifications, she always had high standards. Aside from
a few bigwigs in the company, she rarely thought highly of anyone, let alone praised them.

"Okay, I'll send it up to you right away," Gao Yue said, putting away the documents. I nodded with a smile. As Gao Yue was about to
turn and leave, she suddenly remembered something and asked, "What were you doing that night in Sun City?"

"Huh? What?" I knew what Gao Yue was asking, but I deliberately stalled for time. "I think I
saw you chasing someone," Gao Yue said. "Oh, you mean that car thief! He stole my
friend's car a few days ago, and we caught him somewhere," I lied.

Hearing about the car thief, Gao Yue became excited and asked, "Did you catch him?"

"Of course we caught him, but he sold the car, and we only got some money back," I lied. "That's not bad, at least
you recovered some of your losses," Gao Yue said with a smile, not suspecting me. "Mm!" I nodded in agreement. "I'll be going now,"
Gao Yue said and left the office.

Gao Yue walked with a cat-like gait, her pert buttocks swaying rhythmically from side to side as she walked, her little ponytail
fluttering . I swallowed hard, unconsciously fantasizing about what it would feel like to have that big ass on the bed.
I didn't come to my senses until
my mind. Lately, I don't know what's wrong with me. Before, when I saw Gao Yue, I would never dare to dream of marrying a swan, but lately, I
can't help but think about those things. The image of her flustered state after I bumped into those big breasts keeps replaying in my mind. I know
my place, understand the gap between us, and have given up on that idea. I found something to do and focused on it until the end of the workday.

The next day, I received a reply from Gao Yue saying that her superiors were very satisfied and decided to implement the plan. I
was overjoyed.

With the important work matter settled, I could finally free up time to take care of my family. These past few days, I've been working from dawn till dusk, overworked,
and haven't taken care of my wife much, let alone been intimate with her. She hasn't said anything, and I don't know if she even wants to.

On the way home, I bought a bottle of wine and had my wife cook some good dishes. We had a few drinks together. I was happy, and she was happy too
. That night, when I asked her if she wanted to, she answered with her actions. She was passionate, and I was excited. Fueled by the alcohol, we made love for each other for what felt like
forever, trying several different positions. If the wooden bed hadn't been so sturdy, it probably would have collapsed
.

Only after the tension subsided did I feel exhausted, and we both slept soundly afterwards.

The next few days were refreshing, and everything seemed to be going smoothly. My wife was much more open in bed than before.
She dared to try things I was hesitant to do, and occasionally she would watch movies
with .

Although she was still shy while watching, her sensitive nature meant that once her desire was aroused, her energy was
astonishing, often leaving me a little overwhelmed. Overall, the nights were sexually fulfilling.

It was the same at work; even on unimportant cases, inspiration flowed freely. A few days later, I was
working on a small case in the office when the phone suddenly rang.

I'd been so busy these past few days, barely managing things at home, that I hadn't had time to go to the bar. I assumed it was Ye Ziyan calling.
I was surprised to see the number; it was Liang Yuzhen, that woman.

I thought about letting it hang up, but then I remembered that while she could be a bit awful at times, she wasn't a bad person at heart and treated
her wife well. Not knowing what she wanted, I answered the phone.

Chapter 169 Husband's Away on

Business 3 Liang Yuzhen, probably getting impatient, roared in her signature loud voice, "Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Were you flirting with some
girl ?"

"Don't talk nonsense." My ears were ringing from the loud noise, and I pulled the phone away.

"If it's inconvenient, just say so. I'll go talk to Yunjuan." Liang Yuzhen continued yelling, as if afraid someone nearby
wouldn't hear.

"Don't threaten me here. Get to the point! I'm at work, busy!" I replied,
exasperated .

Whether it was my words that worked or she simply wasn't interested in arguing with me, Liang Yuzhen smiled and said, "Want to see
a performance ? I have a ticket to the auditorium."

I said warily, "Such a good thing, you'd come to me? There's no trick to it

, is there?" Liang Yuzhen scoffed, "Tch, don't be so self-important. Do you really think you're so charming? It was originally for my husband
, but he had something come up this morning and was reassigned to a field trip." Then, her tone shifted,
"Hey, do you want it? If not, I'll give it to someone else. I'm busy rehearsing and warming up the audience."

She said it so casually, but I was still worried this woman wasn't so kind, and hesitated, not daring to agree.

Liang Yuzhen seemed to know what I was thinking, and said, almost to herself, "I heard that the really popular folk singer is also
coming."

"Zhang Shuzhen?" I blurted out.

"Hmm, I think so!" Liang Yuzhen said with a smile, and before I could reply, she deliberately added, "Since you're busy,
then forget it, I'll give it to someone else."

"Hey, wait! I'm free tonight." Knowing that Liang Yuzhen was fishing for my attention, I could only obediently take the bait.
"Really?" Liang Yuzhen asked in surprise.

"Yes!" I said firmly.

"Judging from your tone just now, it seemed like you were reluctant to come!" With the fish hooked, Liang Yuzhen was still planning to play around
a bit .

"No, not at all. But you have a few tickets, and I'd like to bring Yunjuan." I continued to lower my stance
. Zhang Shuzhen is a newcomer who has only emerged in the last two years, specializing in singing local folk songs and mountain songs. Her voice is very spirited, with a wide
vocal range, and her singing is very beautiful with its ups and downs. In just two years, she has accumulated a lot of popularity. At only twenty-something years old,
she has frequently performed on major stages, at festivals, on live television broadcasts, and in large-scale concerts. In addition, she is
from our area, and many people are proud of her. My wife and I both like her. Whenever she has a live stream, my wife is always
glued to the TV. If she manages to get two tickets, she's ecstatic.

"This is a celebration party, not a public performance. You're so arrogant, asking for several tickets. Just this one ticket
took me a lot of effort. If my wife hadn't had something to do, you wouldn't have gotten a chance," Liang Yuzhen said sourly.
No wonder I hadn't received any news about Zhang Shuzhen's performance; it turned out it was just an internal performance. I could tell she was mocking me, but I didn't dare
to argue, so I complied, "What can we do? Think of something!" "

There's nothing we can do; there's only one ticket," Liang Yuzhen said definitively. "How about I have my wife come?" I suggested as a compromise
. "Stop nagging. If you want to come, come yourself. Otherwise, I'll give it to someone else," Liang Yuzhen said, hitting me where it hurt.

I couldn't figure out what this woman meant. Weren't they usually so close? Why did they suddenly become like this
at this crucial moment? However, I couldn't let this opportunity slip by, so I hurriedly agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll come."
Thinking that my wife couldn't go in person, I decided to film the scene; getting an autograph would be even better.

"It's settled then. Enter at 7 PM. Be on time, don't stand me up, or I won't forgive
you," Liang Yuzhen said in one breath, hanging up before I could agree.

I called my wife and asked for leave. When she heard I was going to see Zhang Shuzhen's performance, she cheered with delight,
but upon hearing there was only one ticket, she became angry and regretful. After a lengthy explanation, she calmed down. She still kept
complaining about me, occasionally muttering a few words about Liang Yuzhen.

After work, I drove straight to the auditorium. It used to be open to tourists from 8 AM to 6 PM,
but it was closed now. Standing outside the auditorium, I called Liang Yuzhen; she told me to wait a moment, she'd be right out.

Bored, I stood outside the auditorium, admiring the night view. My wife and I had been here a few times before.
The entire building consists of four main parts: the main auditorium and the east, south, and north buildings, accommodating 4,200 people. Its exterior resembles an enlarged
version of the Temple of Heaven, with a large roof covered in emerald green glazed tiles, red pillars, white railings, double eaves and brackets, painted beams and carved pillars,
its colors resplendent and its grand scale magnificent, imitating the Temple of Heaven to pray for "national peace and prosperity." At night, when the lights are turned on, it becomes
even more colorful and ever-changing; stepping inside is like entering a celestial palace. I didn't have to wait long; Liang Yuzhen quickly came out and greeted me on the auditorium
steps . Walking up, I almost didn't recognize her; she was already made up and wearing a white long-sleeved gauze dress. This kind of
ethnic dance costume looks loose at first glance, but in fact, it's very tightly bound where it should be. It reveals the figure
while flowing gracefully during dance, captivating the viewer—a combination of allure and subtlety, sexy yet dignified. Seeing
my incredulous expression, Liang Yuzhen spun around triumphantly and said, "What, bewitched by this fairy?"

Coming back to my senses, remembering her fierceness and the true nature beneath that beautiful exterior, I sighed and said, "If you're
a fairy, you're a spoiled fairy."

"If you don't want to watch, then don't come at all," Liang Yuzhen glanced at me, displeased. "Of course
not! You're so stunningly beautiful, outshining everyone else. I'd come even if it meant my death just to see you," I
shamelessly flattered. "That's more like it," Liang Yuzhen said with a satisfied smile, handing me a ticket. "I'm not
talking to you anymore, I need to go inside and prepare. Remember to sit in your assigned seat." With that, she hurried away, swaying her slender waist.

I glanced at the ticket; fourth row, not bad. After ticket verification, I entered the auditorium.

I'd been here before, but always during the day. At night, it was a completely different scene. And before, I came to visit;
today, I was here to see a performance—it felt different. After all, this place isn't usually a place someone like me could
come to see a performance. Walking into the performance hall, I found many people had arrived. Occasionally, I could recognize one or two people—those who had appeared on

local television.
The first row was still empty; I knew those seats were reserved for bigwigs, and
the performance wouldn't start until they arrived.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, a group of people walked in from outside the hall, chatting and laughing. They looked
down on each other, not even glancing at those already seated; their aura was far beyond what we could match.

They were all familiar faces. While many of the people in the audience only occasionally appeared on television, these were people who made appearances
every few days . They were indispensable at any awards ceremony or commendation event. I secretly counted;
almost all the top officials in the city were present.

I, a commoner, rarely even see the top leaders in my company, let alone such a group of important figures. I never
imagined I'd see them so close; even though I was prepared, my heart was still pounding wildly.

Reaching the front row, the group exchanged polite greetings and took their seats one by one. Their
power , but that wasn't something a commoner like me should care about. I could only watch the show, since we were from
two different worlds and would never cross paths.

...

Chapter 170 Husband on a Business Trip 4

"Wow, it seems that Zhang Shuzhen has a lot of influence!" I noticed someone sitting to my
left , also looking at the first row, and sighed.

I was a little surprised; the seats were empty just half a minute ago, and this shrewd guy had slipped in.
I glanced at him; he looked about twenty-three or twenty-four, very young, but with an old-fashioned middle parting. Not recognizing him,
I wisely didn't respond.

He, however, was very familiar, leaning closer to ask, "Brother, which department are you in?"

"No department," I replied politely, glancing at him.

"Rushing between events?" he exclaimed excitedly, as if discovering a new continent. Then he confirmed to himself, "
Not bad , you actually managed to sneak in."

"I got in with a ticket," I said, showing him my ticket, feeling quite annoyed. Did I look like someone who would try to get in through
loopholes ?

"Hehe, just kidding," he said with a laugh, extending his hand to me, "Lu Yun, from the Planning Bureau."

I looked at this person, younger than me, with slicked-back hair and a very outgoing manner, hesitating whether
to extend my hand.

Lu Yun spread out the ticket in his other hand and said, "Don't look at me like that, I got in with my own merit."

In Lu Yun's mind, he already considered me one of those people who had sneaked in, but strictly speaking, he wasn't wrong.
Not wanting to be too impolite, I extended my hand and said, "Xu Lei."

"You're here for Zhang Shuzhen too?" Lu Yun asked enthusiastically.

I nodded, feeling somewhat helpless with this kind of person. He was all smiles; you couldn't just respond coldly.

As we were talking, two well-known local hosts walked out from the stage. The speech began, praising all sorts of things,
then introducing each person in the front row, in order of seating. Each introduction was met with
enthusiastic applause, and the person being introduced would stand up and wave.

This whole process took half an hour. Why make a simple celebration so complicated?
I was a little annoyed, but I pretended to be happy and clapped enthusiastically.

"That's just how it is here, very troublesome, that's why I don't want to go to the front row," Lu Yun said, seemingly
noticing my boredom. However, I ignored the first part; it was the second that startled me
. I looked at Lu Yun suspiciously.

"Hehe, if I had connections, I could sit there too," Lu Yun said with a grin, his nonchalant
manner as if getting a seat was a piece of cake.

I kept looking at Lu Yun, not saying a word. He himself said he was from the Planning Bureau, and even the director of
the Planning —how could I believe him?

"What? You don't believe me?" Lu Yun asked.

"Of course not," I said, half-believing, but I didn't ask any further questions. Some things are better left unsaid;
it's better be ignorant than to know. The performance on stage had already begun. First up were some well-known local singers,
all performing revolutionary songs. I'd heard these songs since I was a child, especially during my school days when they were played after class. After listening to them for so long, I was getting a little tired of them.
I hadn't seen Liang Yuzhen on stage yet; I guessed her performing arts troupe's performance was later.

Lu Yun was in a similar situation to me. He simply turned his head away and asked me, "What do you do?"

I was a little speechless. I didn't know him well, and judging from his appearance, he didn't seem like someone with sexual orientation issues
. Why was he insisting on chatting with me? I glanced at him briefly and quickly understood. The person sitting next to him was an elderly woman in her fifties. He probably
had no other choice.

Since I had nothing else to do, chatting to pass the time was fine. I replied, "I work in planning at a company."

We chatted on and off. At first, it was just to kill time, but after a while, I
became interested. I don't know whether to say Lu Yun is a modern youth who doesn't have many scruples, or if he simply doesn't care and
dares to say anything. He even dares to whisper to me about the shady things in his office, all
about . Even his immediate superior, the head of the rules and regulations bureau, wasn't spared. Later, I concluded that it was a combination of both.
This guy isn't married yet, but he talks about women more knowledgeably than I do, listing off a whole host of rules and regulations. I was incredibly
envious . I felt a little pathetic, not only unable to keep up with those ahead of me, but also being overtaken by those behind.

Just as I was getting into it, Lu Yun suddenly stopped and turned to look at the stage. I turned back in surprise and saw
the host introducing Chen Shuzhen. Wow, he can actually multitask, talking a mile a minute while his eyes are glued to the stage.
I started to admire him; it seems that those who have worked in government offices, even at a young age, have become quite adept.

"I've heard that Chen Shuzhen not only sings well, but is also very beautiful," Lu Yun said, his eyes fixed on the stage.
It sounded like he was talking to himself. "Didn't you see her on TV?" I said. "That's different. I never
watch women on TV. Some women look beautiful on screen, but in real life, they're not that great," Lu Yun said
earnestly , probably having been disappointed before. "Is this your first time meeting Chen Shuzhen in person?"
I asked, somewhat puzzled by Lu Yun's apparent knowledge about women.

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