The Women Who Came and Went Through My Life (01-10) Author: Grass-like Youth

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First, let me introduce myself: Forget my name, just call me Guang. This
title will appear frequently in this text. I'm 35 years old this year. I work as a Chinese language teacher in a well-known education group in a municipality. My wife
and children are together; on the surface, we seem quite happy. However, as Eileen Chang said, life is like
a magnificent robe, dazzling on the outside, but crawling with lice inside!

Chapter One:

When does the story begin? Yes, women. This is a piece about women. There are different
types of women here, and some parts may be boring—if you just want to read pornography, I advise you to leave. My
narration may be a bit chaotic. But it's all a true depiction of emotions. I hope everyone can see what's deep inside a person's
heart : kindness, evil; cowardice, courage; sorrow, joy…

Is a woman's earliest memory her mother? Children, in the deepest part of their memories, mostly hide
the shadow of their mothers. Back then, my mother was a very healthy farm woman, unlike now, who is riddled with illnesses. In my memory,
my mother didn't have a concept of beauty or ugliness; she only knew that my body was different from hers, so she was very curious and wanted to
know what her body was like. I remember when I was six years old, I still slept with my parents. But I
slept on the side opposite them. In the countryside back then, there was no electricity at night; we used kerosene lamps for light, and
of course , no television. My parents went to bed very early. Sometimes I couldn't sleep, so I would stretch my feet
between my mother's thighs. I still don't know why my mother didn't tell my father about my little antics. She just let my little
feet stretch between her thighs. Of course, at first I was very gentle, but later, seeing that my mother didn't move,
I started trying to squeeze deeper, because I wasn't tall enough, and my legs weren't long enough. But my feet still made solid
contact with that warm, moist place between my mother's thighs. I don't remember now whether my
feet ever actually went inside, and even if they did, I don't know what it was. However, such days
did n't last long. My mother later made me sleep alone in the small bed outside. Although sometimes I would linger on her
bed, every time I tried to put my little feet between her thighs, she would close her
legs tightly and gently tap my feet. I was a very obedient child then, and instinctively knew that
my behavior was wrong. But my desire to explore a woman's body grew stronger each day. I remember
when I was ten, my older cousin was already sixteen or seventeen, with full breasts. One time, I actually covered her breasts, which weren't bra-covered, with my hand
. Although it happened in a flash, my cousin got angry and slapped me
hard . This experience made me afraid to think about women's bodies for a long time. But
children's memories are really bad. Finally, one summer, when it was unusually hot, my mother was wearing loose underwear and taking
a nap in the bedroom. I secretly, amidst her snoring, pulled down her underwear, and for the first time in my life
, I saw the genitals of an adult woman. Holy Lord, please forgive your ignorance, I
swear, I only peeked, and I was stunned by the horrifying sight before me. That
place was something I never expected. I quickly put my mother's underwear back in place and ran like the wind
to hide in the bamboo grove outside the house. And, before leaving, I locked the door from the inside. But my mother didn't seem to wake up
immediately . I stood anxiously in the bamboo grove, pressing my heart, which felt like it was about to burst from my chest. After a long while, I heard my mother calling
, telling me to open the door quickly. I answered from afar: "Mom, you can't hit me, I'll come and open the door for you."
My mother promised not to hit me. After I opened the door, of course, I was scolded by my mother, who said I must have done something bad.
I don't remember if I admitted it, but I do remember that I really wasn't hit that time.

Chapter Two:

My family was poor, so I studied hard. Middle school, high school, university. For women, it seems that unrequited love is more common
, secretly admiring one person, only to fall for another as time and space change. It wasn't until after graduating from university and being assigned to teach at a primary school in my hometown that I finally understood
. That year was 1997. I was 21. At the time, a colleague liked me, but they never made
their relationship public. During that time, a female classmate from high school came to visit; let's call her Qiong. We watched TV in my small room that evening.
We reminisced about our school days, and I mentioned how I once helped a male classmate write a love letter to woo her. Qiong said, "I
knew it was you as soon as I saw it; you're the only one in the class with such good writing skills." Later, she even said she had liked me for a long time. Then, she
subtly told me that when I was in university, she was working alone away from home, very lonely, and often thought of me. I
was a little touched. To be honest, Qiong wasn't very pretty, especially her mouth; she seemed to have slightly protruding teeth. But for a
virgin who had never been liked before, I was a little flustered. We both sat on the edge of the bed, and I don't know
where I got the courage, but I started kissing her. Yes, that was my first kiss. Looking back now, I feel nothing
at all saying "men are visual creatures" is absolutely true. Those
feelings of liking and love based on mere emotion lack passion for men. Later, I started planning to take her
to the home of the female colleague who liked me. But then, some guy knocked on my door from the outside.
It was late, so I remained silent. Seeing that she didn't seem to want to spend the night elsewhere, we
started sleeping together. Subconsciously, I wanted to quickly complete my transformation from virgin to man. But my
ideal scenario for our first time seemed to be completely different. Nevertheless, I started holding her. Qiong
was sleeping in her clothes, but I took off my outer garment. I started saying that I actually liked her in high school too
. I realized I was lying because I naturally started speaking Mandarin, carefully choosing
my words . Years later, I realized that when you truly love someone, you definitely speak your most fluent
dialect. I started trying to take off Qiong's top. But taking off her bra was
a huge undertaking for a virgin. She didn't move, nor did she cooperate with my movements. In the end, the bra didn't come off, but
I managed to push it up above her breasts; her breasts weren't very large. It was dark, and there were no lights. I wanted to
turn on the light to see, but she stopped me. But when, excitedly, for the first time in my life, I placed my hand
on a woman's breast, I felt a smoothness I had never experienced before. In that small handful, it was like silken satin, like the cream of cheese.
The cream made me excitedly want to kiss her nipples. But she stopped me in the darkness. She spoke softly about how,
while she was working away from home, a brother from the same village took good care of her. Sometimes she felt lonely. She stopped
there . I knew what she meant, but the fire of lust had driven me mad. I didn't speak,
and forcefully pulled down her pants. She still didn't move. My hand slipped from under the belt and into her panties. I
felt a warmth I'd never experienced before. My hand quickly touched two wet things. After four years of watching porn in college
, I knew I was touching Joan's labia. Her labia were large; I now knew that was what they called a butterfly
vulva. Because the belt was tight, my fingers struggled to penetrate Joan's vagina. My penis was so hard it felt like it was going to
explode. Joan still didn't move. She seemed to have made a great decision and asked me, "Do you love me?" I didn't answer,
but quickened my movements. Joan suddenly said, "Besides seeing you, I came back to my hometown this time to do something important
: I'm going to get married to that brother." I suddenly snapped out of it; the vigorous activity had left me
quite tired. I said dejectedly, "Then why did you come to see me?" Joan said, "I just wanted to see you before our wedding. To
fulfill a wish of mine. You know, during those years you were in university, every time I went back to my hometown, even knowing
you weren't home, I would still walk dozens of miles of mountain road to that huge rock in front of your house and sit there for an entire
afternoon ." As Joan said this, I remembered my parents telling me this; I never imagined that girl
was Joan. She suddenly burst into tears and then kissed me passionately. Ultimately, that night, I didn't lose my virginity
. I don't know when I fell into a deep sleep. But the direct consequence of this was
that who had a slight interest in me clearly told me she was very disappointed! Of course, years later, Joan still
made love to me, but that's another story.

In Chapter Three ,

I need to add some information about the elementary school in my hometown. It was a school with a nine-year compulsory education system. I graduated from
a teacher's college. In the mid-to-late 1990s, being assigned to a remote
rural primary school was the worst thing a college graduate could do. Luckily, I managed to squeeze onto the last train of government-guaranteed job placement. It's a shame I was so
lazy in my studies back then; if I had scored a few more points and gone to a top school, I wouldn't have ended up like this. I remember my first
month 's salary was 398 yuan, while the average worker earned 700 or 800 yuan. My once-cherished
dream of going to university proved to be a joke, because I couldn't support myself. Fortunately, the school was only half a kilometer from my hometown,
so I would often go home for meals. My father, who was very ambitious in the eyes of the villagers, became dejected—what a bright future I, who had once been an excellent
student , had brought him besides the expensive tuition fees!
After that pride was shattered by reality, my father's wishes became very humble: to quickly find me a woman and have a child.
Back then, in rural areas, a man over 25 who wasn't married would be laughed at by the villagers!

The only entertainment in the village was mahjong. There were over 20 mahjong parlors in that small area.
Almost every teacher spent their free time there. I was no exception; mahjong became my favorite pastime—my
skills were superb, but my luck was terrible, so most of my salary went to my mahjong buddies! The most
unforgettable memory was when the village police actually took it seriously and
arrested several of us teachers who were playing cards, taking us to the police station and detaining us. In the end, each of us was fined 100 yuan. There were many people on the street at the time. So much so that once, when I
visited a student's home in a very remote area, an old farmer on the roadside looked at me with a grin and said, "Aren't you Teacher Guang
?" I was overjoyed and nodded excitedly. Then I heard him say, "You were arrested by the police that time for playing cards
!"

My father heard some rumors and said I was addicted to gambling, and that this couldn't go on. But although I played cards
a lot, whenever I ran out of money, I would use that time for further studies. They didn't know that I had
almost finished my undergraduate Chinese literature exams. But my father had given up all hope for my further studies; the diploma he received
had already dealt him a huge blow. He only hoped I would find a woman soon. However, because of Qiong's situation,
the female teacher who had previously had some feelings for me had started dating someone else. Who could I choose? More precisely, who would be interested in
me?

But finally, during the Spring Festival of 1999, a matchmaker came to propose marriage. She said the woman was working in Shenzhen,
two years younger than me, a vocational school graduate, and quite decent in all aspects. Let's call her Li. We
began corresponding before even meeting in person. My literary talent was on full display at this time. Li was attracted to me,
and we exchanged photos. It's worth mentioning that we sent each other group photos,
asking each other to guess who it was. I spotted her in the crowd immediately: short hair, delicate features, fair skin,
and a captivating glow in the sunlight. Unfortunately, she didn't recognize me. I now regret not
taking a photo with a bunch of unattractive people. She recognized me as my handsome college roommate.

Months of correspondence finally ended with her visiting her family, and I saw Li in person. She was
even , with a great figure and breasts comparable to those I'd seen in Japanese adult films.
Her skin was so fair and smooth, more lustrous than the finest porcelain. She was clearly more relaxed than me; when I
blushed , she gave me a calm smile. The meeting, facilitated by the matchmaker, went
smoothly. Both sets of parents approved, and we were both satisfied. That evening, she invited me to her home, and
the next day we said goodbye to her parents and went to her small room at school. That night, when I shyly
embraced , she was as docile as a kitten, letting me caress her haphazardly. Li's breasts were astonishingly large; I
couldn't fully grasp them with one hand. She guided me, placing my hand inside her panties, which were already
slippery wet. As I nervously thrust my erect penis into her lower body in the darkness, she
guided it with her hand, leading it into a warm, moist cave. For the first time in my life,
after twenty-three years of wandering outside my body, my penis finally found its home. Like most virgins having sex for the first time,
I shuddered a few times and ejaculated, letting out two muffled groans. I hurriedly turned on the light, frantically
looking at Li's lower body. Li quickly and shyly closed her legs, covering her vulva with her hands. But in that instant, I
saw match her fair thighs; it seemed a bit dark, but I wasn't sure if it was black or
purplish-brown. She quickly turned off the light and pulled me into her arms. Because the sheets were pink, I didn't dare to...
I wondered if I had seen the legendary first blood. In the darkness, I became erect again, this time finding my way easily
into Li's vagina. We began to thrust rhythmically, and she would signal me to slow down at appropriate times.
This time it lasted for about ten minutes, and we reached our climax almost simultaneously. I remember we made love
four times that night. I reached out in the dark and felt for the blanket under Li's buttocks; it was faintly damp. I
prayed , "It must be blood!" But the next morning, when Li got up, I carefully lifted the covers, like
a gold prospector searching through a sieve for that glittering hope. But, unfortunately, I only saw one or two white
spots—the familiar congealed product of my semen.

Before we got married, I had never asked Li this question. But I knew that perhaps this was the reason why I
seemed so complicated and contradictory about sex!

After more than half a month of intimacy, I felt for the first time the joy of being a man! Li's vagina
was finally revealed to me after my repeated requests. It was a very special vagina. Although I've probably been with many
women , I've never seen another vagina like Li's—her labia minora
were severely disproportionate, one very short and the other very long. When she squatted down to urinate,
it protruded somewhat like a boy's penis. And the color was indeed dark brown. Now I know that there's only one reason why a woman with such
fair genital area: she's had too much sexual
experience. But I didn't understand. At that time, my knowledge of sex
was pitifully limited . I didn't even know the most basic contraception. So we never used condoms and didn't know about withdrawal. We
always ejaculated inside. The direct consequence of this ignorance was that after she returned to Shenzhen for more than half a month, she wrote to tell me
that her period hadn't come and then confirmed that she was pregnant! Then she had
an abortion at a small local hospital. A few days later, she went back to work. I felt utterly guilty. Although I didn't know then
the harm such an abortion would cause to a woman's body, I knew I had to take responsibility for Li. So,
that summer, before summer vacation even started, I hurriedly boarded a train south.

When we embraced passionately in Li's small rented room in the sweltering Shenzhen summer,
we began to plan our wedding that Spring Festival, our vow to love each other forever! What a
summer it was! Almost every night, I would pick Li up from work at the factory gate, we'd eat at the cheapest
restaurant , and then return to our rented room for our intimate lovemaking. The next day at noon, Li would also
use her lunch break to come back to our room for another round of passionate lovemaking, even though it was the hottest time of the year and
we didn't have air conditioning. But we didn't feel the heat, only joy! At that time, rent in
Shenzhen was already very expensive; a suite was divided into several single rooms, and a few square meters of room
cost 400 yuan per month. Li's monthly salary was only 800 yuan. I had a few hundred yuan with me, and after paying two months' rent
, there was almost nothing left. We ate the cheapest food every day. The most desperate time was when we were penniless, and
Li still had several days until her payday. I mustered up my courage and borrowed
twenty yuan from a fellow Sichuanese who ran a grocery store, a place I frequented. But even in those circumstances, we were happy every day! I brought a flute and every day
in our small room, I would play my best piece, "The Butterfly Lovers," for Li. Every time I played this piece
, Li would dance gracefully to the melodious flute music, like a colorful butterfly. We imagined that after we
got married , we would be like two free butterflies flitting among the flowers. Years later, when we had everything we needed,
we wanted to recapture that passion, but we found it was impossible!

After summer vacation, I returned to my hometown to continue my teaching career. At the end of the year, Li came back and married me.
She also ended her working life. We spent our honeymoon happily in the apartment allocated by the school. We were happily pregnant
with our baby. Li followed me, and a few years later, she transferred to my high school in town. To make a living, we ran
a barbershop , a stationery store, and a bookstore. If it weren't for Qiong's reappearance, and if I hadn't bought the computer,
perhaps we would still be in our hometown today, me teaching and helping Li run her small shop, living a
happy little life. But, just like the last line in *Half a Lifetime Romance*: Shijun, we can never
go back !

Chapter Four

: It was around 2004, and our child was three years old. Business at the shop wasn't good. At that time, like all young
couples were indulging in endless sex. I don't know what book I read about sex education,
but it talked about the difference between virgins and non-virgins, and the difference between those who had sex a lot and those who hadn't. I started questioning my wife about
her sexual experiences before marriage. At first, she wouldn't say, so I said, "I know you're not a virgin, but I still married
you, which means I don't care about your past." My wife is very naive, and she stammered out her past.
It turns out that when she was in junior high, she lived at school. There was a math teacher who liked her a lot, so he made her the math
class representative. Every evening after self-study, he would ask her to take the students' homework to his dormitory. After a while,
the math teacher kissed her. She said it was just a kiss on the lips. Once, they almost went all the way. That time, it was in
the teacher 's dormitory. They were kissing on the edge of the bed, and the teacher touched my wife's vagina, his hand coming out wet
. He even pulled her hand inside his underwear and touched his already hard, erect penis. Just as the teacher was
about to take things further, a distant relative of my wife's knocked on the door. This relative was also a
teacher , but he hadn't taught her. So it didn't happen. My wife's relative saw that
both the math teacher and my wife were flushed and disheveled, and seemed to understand what was going on.

My wife recalled the first time we were intimate. I was doing foreplay, and when I had her all wet,
I asked, "Honey, what was your first time like?" She wouldn't tell me, so I grinned mischievously and said, "I don't mind.
Tell me, or I won't do it anymore." Just as she was getting into it, she hesitantly recounted the
incident that still haunts her. She said she had already graduated, but needed to get some documents done, so she
went back to school during the holidays. It was very hot, and by the time she finished, it was late. Her relative invited her to stay,
as he was alone at the school. My wife insisted on going home, so her relative offered her a room in his dorm
while he stayed in the next room. My wife, without suspicion, stayed. She was woken up in the middle of the night by a knock on the door…
The relative said he couldn't sleep without a fan and wanted to come over for some fresh air and a chat with my wife. Li opened the door without
thinking . Naturally, the relative sat on the edge of the bed and chatted idly with my wife. My wife was wearing
very loose underwear and no bra. Although she was only 16, her breasts
were already quite developed, probably due to her math teacher's frequent kneading, so they looked like two small mountains
on her chest. At some point, the relative took off his pants and got into bed, saying he'd make do for the night. Li didn't say
anything. Actually, at that time, Li really didn't know anything about sex, but what happened next was that the relative suddenly
pinned my wife down, saying things like "I've liked you for a long time" and other nonsense. Then he pulled down
my wife's underwear and forcibly penetrated her vagina. At that moment, my penis was thrusting vigorously into my wife's vagina
, but when she mentioned that relative had forced himself on me, I suddenly felt a pang of unease. I felt
no pleasure at all, and my penis went limp and slipped out of her vagina. Tears streamed down my face. My
wife was startled and quickly hugged me, comforting me while complaining, "I didn't want to say it, I didn't want to say it, but you insisted.
Now you're upset!" I promised, it was only that one time. There was never a second time before we got married.

But I seriously doubted my wife's story, because later, during sex (the best time to get information from her was during sex
), from the snippets of conversation she made with that math teacher, I felt that their interactions went beyond just kissing, touching
breasts , and touching vagina; they must have had sex more than once. Later, when I was taking
my last , I happened to be sharing a dorm room with her math teacher (because I had seen
photos of my wife from her school days, including one with her teacher). I pretended not to know her; men like to brag about their prey, so
I boasted about how many students I'd slept with before. Sure enough, the teacher started talking about my wife, and I even asked her
in detail what she looked like. When she mentioned that one student's labia were longer on one side than the other, my heart
raced. I desperately wanted to know if they'd actually had sex. What the teacher said next shocked me:
"That student was really slutty. She wasn't a virgin the first time we slept together. I don't know which bastard
was faster than me. But it was still really good, so tight." We did it whenever we had the chance. We did it countless times in my dorm room.
Once, I took her to a county competition, and we started kissing in a moving tricycle.
She was wearing a skirt, and I lifted it up and had her sit on my penis and we started having sex. Another time, we did it on
the hill behind her house from dusk till dark, only returning home when her mother called us frantically… I don't know
how , but when I woke up the next day, my pillow was soaked with tears. My heart felt like it
was being pierced by a thousand needles.

When I got home, I told my wife about it, hoping she would tell me the truth. My wife was furious, saying
the teacher must have misremembered, and even wanted me to call and confront her. I thought for a moment,
maybe the teacher was just making things up, and I was making things up too. But I immediately dismissed that idea; if
we hadn't done it, how could it be so detailed? But calling to confront her was unnecessary. Since I married her,
I couldn't dwell on her past. I'd just consider the teacher's words as boasting. But a seed had been
planted , something indescribable lurking there, ready to explode or give rise to
strange or perverse thoughts at any moment. Sometimes, while having sex with my wife, I would ask her to talk, and she would gradually
reveal some things. I felt sorry for her, but gradually, the pleasure overcame the shame. Sometimes, my wife would even deliberately bring up those
topics to excite me.

But life had to go on; sex couldn't be everything. My job was passable,
after all , even in the town's middle school, there weren't many people with self-taught bachelor's degrees in Chinese, but my salary was only
about 700 yuan, almost always insufficient to make ends meet each month. How could I dedicate myself fully to teaching? So I felt
that I was truly unworthy of being a qualified teacher—but when survival was impossible,
what right did you have to talk to me about morality and integrity? So I returned to my old ways, teaming up with a friend to play mahjong. I had once
seen a movie starring Andy Lau. It talked about some mahjong techniques, which I studied carefully. Back then,
mahjong was played by hand; there were no machine mahjong sets yet. I could usually get the cards we
needed . Back then, we could earn nearly 3000 yuan a month playing mahjong. But that
wasn't a long-term solution. People noticed eventually, so we stopped after two months. I used the money I won
to buy a computer for 4000 yuan. After buying the computer, my wife and I both got QQ accounts and spent day and night trying to go
online. The shop's business was already bad, and with less time spent, it became even worse.

My wife's QQ was always online, and sometimes I'd forget to close it, so I'd see some of her messages. My wife was quite reserved online
. But one thing completely made me lose faith in my wife's past. She had a QQ group with her classmates from
vocational school . One time, my wife forgot to close QQ again, and a male classmate in the group messaged me, "Li,
are you still in contact with Wei?" I was a little surprised; I'd never heard of Wei. I immediately
replied "Don't talk nonsense, Wei and I are innocent." The man said, "Haha, don't lie to me. Wei and
you go to the orange grove behind the school every few days, and then you report back to us about your adventures!" My
heart skipped a beat, and I hurriedly shut down the computer. That night, I tried to get her to confess, but she vehemently denied ever having
a boyfriend . I didn't say anything more, just forcefully penetrated my wife's vagina, imagining another
stranger raping her in the orange grove. Surprisingly, I no longer felt such a strong sense of shame.
If I still had a heart, it would have been shattered piece by piece by these unexpected events. It could never
be the same again. But waves of pleasure kept crashing into my mind. I felt like I was a completely abnormal
man.

Fellow wolves, if you have a virginity complex, if you're not married yet, I urge you, by all means, find
a virgin. Not to have a complete woman, but for yourself, to have a complete
heart. But if, unfortunately, you can't marry a virgin, force yourself to flip to page 67 of your junior high school physiology textbook
, where it says that a very small number of girls might break their hymen due to strenuous exercise. Then
wholeheartedly believe that your wife is one of those lucky few. Of course, if you're fortunate enough to see this article...
Women, please, please, please protect your hymen. But if, unfortunately, someone else takes it first, you have to
lie to your husband. You must remember the conclusion from the textbook; that's your best excuse. Seriously, this
deception is practically one of the greatest virtues of your life. Then bury all your premarital men, along with
their passionate or not-so-passionate, romantic or not-so-romantic pasts, deep into the abyss of memory, never to be
mentioned again.

Chapter Five:

Life went on like this, barely scraping by, but everyone seemed to be in the same boat. Until the Spring Festival of 2005,
when we had already borrowed money to buy a school-subsidized apartment. The full price was only 20,000 yuan, but we still couldn't afford
it and had to borrow money from my sister-in-law who was working. Seeing that we were almost always in debt every month,
my mother-in-law often nagged: "At this rate, when will you ever pay back the money?"

It was the Spring Festival of 2005, I think, when Qiong suddenly said she wanted to go back to her hometown and meet up with me. Of course, I was very happy, but
I brought my wife along because she knew about my story with her. Unexpectedly, my wife and she hit it off immediately.
Then, Qiong told my wife that she was planning to open a beauty salon in the county town and asked if we would join her. We
knew nothing about this industry at the time, but we decided to go for it. We sold everything in the shop at a loss and then
transferred it to my friend.

Later, we found out that Qiong was working for Mary Kay, an American direct selling brand, just like Amway. Anyone
who has done direct selling knows that at the beginning, it seems easy to sell to your own friends and family, but
once you've exhausted your social circle and want to target the stranger market, problems arise. Qiong and my wife's
business struggled. My wife also began to waver.

I was still teaching at the town's middle school, and every weekend I would go to the city to cook,
go shopping, and enjoy time with Qiong and my wife. At night, I would sleep alone on the beauty bed in the shop, and of course, my wife would have some intimate moments with me at
appropriate times before she went back to the inner room to sleep with Qiong. But one weekend when I went up,
I found out my wife had gone to a very remote town to promote products and wouldn't be coming back. That evening, I was preparing
dinner Qiong closed the shop and came to help me cook. We chatted about random things. She said
she was going back to Zhejiang in a couple of days to handle divorce matters. I asked why, and she said she didn't have
feelings for her husband. I said, "Who do you have feelings for?" She blushed. My heart started pounding. I
told myself to stay calm. I was married. I couldn't have any other thoughts. After we finished eating
in silence , just as I was about to relax on the massage bed, Qiong
appeared beside me, wearing a loose bathrobe and with wet hair, after a shower. I was flustered. We chatted idly. I
lay down , and she sat beside me, her hand groping to hold mine. At first, I just
held her hand silently. The TV was playing a popular song from that time, "The Same Song." Just as we were holding
hands tightly, Rene Liu appeared on the screen, singing "Crazy for Love": "I want to ask you if you
dare / To love me the way you said you would / I want to ask you if you dare to be as crazy for love as I am..." I suddenly
put my arm around her waist, and she leaned into my arms. She wasn't wearing anything under her bathrobe, and I
easily pulled it off. Last time I had only touched her in the dim light, but now I
could see everything under the lamplight. Although she wasn't tall, she had a very well-proportioned figure, firm and white breasts, a pink vulva, and her labia minora
were already very moist. My penis was already erect and throbbing with rage. We kissed, and she murmured, "
I'm going to die I'm going to die, I get so wet when I see you, what's wrong with me..." As Rene Liu
sang "Crazy for Love" for the last time, my penis had already penetrated her vulva,
thrusting wildly . In just a few minutes, as I tried to calm myself down, hoping not to ejaculate too soon
(it had been a week since we last did it, and I usually finish very quickly the first time), I noticed her legs suddenly tense, and she
forcefully pulled my buttocks towards her vagina with both hands. I clearly felt a spasm inside her vagina, and I couldn't hold back any longer;
I ejaculated. She looked drunk, her eyes glazed, and she hugged me tightly. I quickly asked, "Is it your safe period?"
She said it was nothing, her period had just ended, so it was fine to ejaculate inside. After cleaning up, we slept on the beauty
bed . Any woman who has been to a beauty salon knows how cramped the bed is, so we were practically
stacked on top of each other. We hugged tightly, lower body to lower body, breasts to breasts, lips to lips.
I slept on top for a while, but she said she couldn't take it anymore, so she slept on top. Anyway, that night, I felt like her vagina
was never dry, because every time I woke up, my penis would involuntarily become erect, and then it would touch her
vagina, which was very wet and slippery, and then I would insert it. As soon as my penis went in, she would wake up immediately and start moving
her hips in response. I can't remember exactly how many times, I only know that in the end I couldn't ejaculate anymore. The last time we made love was
probably around 3 a.m., because I suddenly thought of my wife. I only asked Qiong one question, "How can we
do this to Li?" Qiong was stunned, she said sorry and went back to the inner room to sleep. But I couldn't sleep anymore. I
tossed and turned until 4 a.m., then got up. I suddenly felt so disgusted with myself, and I wanted to go outside for some fresh air. I
quietly went out and gently closed the shop door. Then I walked alone on the main street of the county town in the early morning. It was drizzling,
but my heart was burning with a frenzied heat. I wanted to slap myself a few times—I'm a fucking bastard,
incompetent, unable to make money, causing my wife to suffer, and I even cheated on her! What kind of man am I! I saw
early-rising vegetable vendors scrambling to buy all kinds of vegetables wholesale at the farmers' market. I thought if I were really a farmer, I could swallow
my pride and do anything, maybe I could support my family! I wandered the long street,
not seeing a single shop open. I wasn't going back to the shop Qiong and I used to run; so I continued to wander
aimlessly —until a breakfast stall opened, I went straight in. The owner was surprised, but
didn't ask me anything; his steamed buns hadn't even started steaming yet! While waiting for the buns to cook, I actually
fell asleep at the table…

Chapter Six:

Perhaps Qiong couldn't face my wife either, because the day after we made love, we went back to Zhejiang. Anyway,
business was failing. Li and Qiong discussed it and decided to shut it down. After calculating, they each lost several thousand yuan,
and the remaining products could only be used by themselves. What to do now? We can't go back to the school's stationery store, Fengfeng.
Everyone saw Huo Huo going off to do business, and maybe some people were just waiting to see us fail. My wife is a strong-
willed person; she said she wouldn't go back no matter what. People can only move upwards. For a while, she said those
prostitutes make a lot of money. I thought she was joking, but the seriousness with which she said it made me feel
incredibly sad. But what could I do? I earned less than 1,000 yuan a month. My parents were
struggling to make ends meet , while my younger brother was in middle school. My parents were counting on us to send some money back now and then to buy
fertilizer and such. I really wanted to persuade my wife to go back, find a new way to make money, maybe open a shop or something.
But she firmly shook her head. My wife quickly found a job in the county town, as a sales
clerk in a direct sales store. She earned 700 yuan a month, but meals weren't included, and she slept in the store's attic at night.

I still came up every weekend. Because I worked long hours every night, and there was no TV in the store,
my wife was very bored, so I brought my computer up too. I once visited a chat room website where pretty
girls did seductive shows. Everyone showered them with flowers, applause, and other flattering compliments. My wife saw it too.
One day, she said, "To be honest, none of those girls are as pretty as me." I goaded her, "Why don't you try it? See if
anyone compliments you." My wife initially refused, but I encouraged her, saying, "We're all just having fun, let those perverts
starve." My wife laughed, "Then you're not allowed to laugh at me, okay?" Actually, I was really curious to know
just how charming my wife was. My wife sat in front of the camera. Her features were exquisite. Her already fair
skin, combined with the effects of Mary Kay's high-end cosmetics, made her look incredibly alluring.
My wife smiled gently, her long, straight hair flowing like a black waterfall. She appeared very simple and elegant on camera .
Many male viewers took notice. The host, in particular, was overjoyed, using his silver tongue to
flatter completely mesmerized. I could sense that my wife was thoroughly enjoying herself; her eyes sparkled, and her face
flushed . When the microphone operator earnestly asked her to pull the camera down, she
glanced at me shyly. I offered an encouraging smile. Involuntarily, she pulled the camera down to chest level
. When her ample breasts appeared on screen, the entire chat room erupted. A deluge of compliments
rained down ; my wife had never been so excited, her typing hands trembling slightly. The screen full of flowers
and applause, along with the operator's sensual words, were like an aphrodisiac, driving her to madness. As
if , she repeatedly and passionately caressed her breasts through her clothes with her delicate hands. My head was spinning. I
didn't know what was wrong with me. Now, I think that subconsciously, my wife didn't belong to me,
so what did it matter if anyone else looked at her? "Wife, please forgive me. It's not that I
don't love you enough; it's because I love you too much. But your premarital promiscuity has broken my heart." Thinking of this,
I actually looked at my wife encouragingly. My wife slowly lifted her shirt, revealing a pink bra. My wife's
breasts were so big and perky that the bra couldn't cover them at all, a large expanse of white breasts exposed outside the bra.
Applause and flowers flowed like water on the screen; all the men were going crazy because of my wife's beauty and sexiness.
My wife randomly clicked on a few videos, and in each one she saw men's large hands vigorously stroking their penises.
Although they were different sizes, they were all erect and frighteningly hard. My wife was shocked, and her face turned bright red. At this moment,
the microphone operator encouraged my wife at the right time: "Baby, come on, everyone's planes are taking off." "Come on, show me your
sexy nipples..." My wife, as if bewitched, obediently unhooked her bra, revealing two enormous
breasts , proudly standing erect in the camera's view. I saw that my wife's nipples had never been so erect,
their pink color shimmering with a mesmerizing and alluring light under the lamp. This light dazzled all the perverts' eyes, including
mine. I impulsively unplugged the computer. I carried my still-shaken wife up to
the attic, threw her onto the bed, and practically ripped her skirt open—good heavens! My wife's panties were already
soaked , and her labia were parted due to extreme engorgement. Glistening strands of vaginal fluid glistened temptingly under the light.
Without any foreplay, I thrust deeply into her with a "plop," and my wife screamed. That was
the most satisfying time I'd ever had since we got married. But who could know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing?

In the days that followed, things took a turn for the worse. At first, when I
called , she would frankly tell me she was video chatting! I felt uneasy. But
wasn't it all started with my tacit approval, encouragement, and even instigation? What could I say?
But I warned her not to point the video at her face at the beginning. And absolutely not to show her private parts
to anyone. That was the bottom line. My wife promised that it was natural. My wife's private parts would always belong to her husband
. I laughed happily, and even made love with my wife passionately over the phone.

But later, my wife told me that a chat room host had asked her to be a "baby," which
meant attracting many male viewers in the lobby. All she needed to do was seduce, not show her nipples. Then she would get those male viewers to buy VIP
memberships. She would work one hour every night and get 300 yuan a month. She asked me if I could do it. I thought about it for a while. Isn't that illegal? But it seems like not showing her nipples isn't a big deal. Actually, at that time , this kind of thing hadn't been exposed online. I really didn't know if it was illegal. Well
, whatever.
Be careful, just don't show any nipples
. Every weekend that month, I could see my wife posing provocatively in front of the video. To be even more seductive, she even
bought a striptease DVD and diligently studied the moves. At the end of the month, three hundred yuan
actually .

Perhaps she'd tasted the sweetness of success. Later, she told me that
performances specifically for VIP members could earn more money, but they required showing nipples. I firmly refused; that was my bottom line. My wife complained that I couldn't earn money
myself , and now she wouldn't let me earn money either. That night, I argued with her. She ignored me. I could
see the landlord discussing with her whether she was suitable to be a showgirl for members. I saw her shamelessly
spread her legs, open her vagina without any concealment, allowing the landlord to observe it from different angles
. It was more like a physical exam and recruitment, without any pornographic element, but a feeling of hatred
welled up —hatred for my own incompetence, and hatred for my wife's shamelessness in pursuit of money. On second thought, old
My mother-in-law and I had sex the day after we met. After all those countless sexual encounters before marriage, where was her
sense of shame? I even started to doubt her love for me. If she truly loved me, would she act like this? Then why
did she marry me in the first place? Perhaps it was because she believed her parents' words about a teaching job—a long-term
meal ticket ? But the truth is, this meal ticket is so unreliable. Did she regret it?
Did her unbridled behavior signify her weariness of me? I increasingly sensed her weariness of me—because every time we made love,
she was perfunctory. More often than not, she would find various excuses not to.

But that "recruitment" ended with her failing. Her labia minora, one longer than the other, were too strange, and
the color was too dark, afraid of arousing any potential partners. Also, she had gained weight, and a small belly was showing.
I felt both relieved and saddened for her. Her figure, which was perfect a few years ago, was now severely out of shape because of
having children . Her unsatisfactory life plunged her into extreme depression. She felt even more
guilty towards herself. As a teacher, beneath the glamorous facade of the podium, she led such
a tragic family life! And concealed such a filthy soul! What caused this? I saw
government workers in our town, working alone, yet their families lived lavishly.
Where ? I felt so twisted, and even more twisted was society! And this twisted society entrusted
the hope of the future to these twisted teachers to impart their teachings… Good heavens! I didn't know how to talk about life and ideals on
the podium !

I became addicted to mahjong again. I tried to bet big, because I was so confident in my mahjong skills.
I hoped for a stroke of luck one night… But my luck was consistently bad, and I even
lost my entire salary. Life became even more difficult. Looking back now, if I hadn't chosen to play mahjong, perhaps
my life would have been much smoother. Then something happened that completely changed my life. One weekend I
went home . It was already evening. When I quietly opened the door to my wife's shop, I found her wearing a
white bathrobe, completely naked underneath. She looked at me nervously. I saw on the computer that she was video chatting with a man.
The man obviously saw me and quickly turned off the video. I knew what she was doing. The shame of being a man
ignited my last shred of dignity. I don't know where I got the courage, but I, usually so cowardly, shoved her
hard against the bathroom door. The glass shattered as she hit it, crashing to the floor. My wife fell
to the ground, a shard of glass cutting her arm. The bright red blood brought me back to my senses. I ran over, pulled
her up, and held her tightly in my arms. Tears streamed silently down her face. I found a band-aid and put it on her
wound. The bleeding stopped quickly, but I knew that the wound in our hearts was growing ever larger, beyond
repair . My wife spoke softly of that man named Liang. Liang was a wealthy arcade owner in Ningbo
. Liang saw his wife in the chat room lobby. He thought she was a goddess and added her as a friend. At first
, they just chatted casually. Later, he gradually said he had fallen in love with her. Then he told her not to tempt him anymore.
He would send her money every month. To show his sincerity, he transferred 300 yuan to her account the next day. The price was a
passionate video chat with him. Li started having passionate video chats with him. Liang was very playful and had many requests, which were quite interesting.
For example, he would string a bunch of peanuts together and insert them into her vagina one by one, and then pull them out one by one. He would also ask her to wear
sexy thongs and use a small spoon to scoop out the vaginal fluid generated during passion. His wife
didn't . His wife said, "Please forgive me, husband. I think I've fallen in love with him, but I love
our family. I don't want this family to break apart!" I hugged my wife tightly, as if she
would .

But in the end, she still flew away. My wife left me a letter saying that because Liang wanted her to lose weight, she had taken
2,000 yuan from the store to participate in an event of a weight loss organization. But a few days later, the organization announced
its closure and disappeared. She asked Liang for money, and he sent her 1,000 yuan, saying he
would give her the rest when she came to Ningbo in person. He also promised that once she arrived in Ningbo, he would arrange for her to find a high-paying job. My heart
wept silently once again. I called my wife, who said she had just met Liang and was eating out,
and might not be able to answer the phone that night.

I told her: "Be careful, just don't get scammed. I'm only worried about your safety. If he really
loves you as he says, I'll wait for you to come back and get a divorce. If it's just a fling, honey, come back, I'll wait for you."

That night, I couldn't help but call my wife, but her phone was off. My tears
flowed silently.

Writing this, my feelings are extremely complicated. Fellow wolves, please criticize me harshly.

Chapter Seven:

Today I saw several replies from fellow wolves, and everyone said at the same time: "True." Yes, this is a true depiction.
This is a private space, and I have no need to hide anything. This is a private platform, and I took this opportunity
to vent my frustrations. I never expected everyone to be so forgiving, some even concerned about my current
situation. Actually, I was hoping for a barrage of criticism from my fellow enthusiasts for my cowardice, incompetence, and even
perversion. That might have made me feel better. But surprisingly, no one has criticized me. Is it out of
sympathy for the weak, or are some of my words striking a chord with readers? So poignant?

What follows seems less heavy. But you will witness a person's gradual descent into depravity and eventual
awakening , perhaps even heavier than before—because life is never easy. My dear fellow enthusiasts,
don't you think so?

Today, a netizen explicitly told me that the man named Liang is definitely a fraud. Because
there are so many similar cases online. But I can assure you, that man didn't lie. He is
indeed the owner of the arcade, but he has a happy family, and his relationship with Li is just a fling. Liang didn't break his promise; his wife
sent money back within a few days to repay the embezzled funds. But later, my wife and I contacted each other
less and less. From the occasional phone calls, she told me she'd found a job in an electronics factory doing purchasing. I
believed her (because she studied mechatronics in vocational school and did the same in Shenzhen), and she still sometimes
met with Liang once or twice a month. But she didn't like it. I said, "If you don't feel happy, then come home." She...
She said she would never go home empty-handed. Like she always said, one must always move forward and never
look back . Then she would describe to me how peaceful and beautiful Ningbo was. She said she loved it there
and had met a wonderful friend from Chongqing. She said her name was Sasha, divorced, a few years older than him,
but very shrewd. Many wealthy businessmen liked her, and so on. She said she had practically become her fan.
She had learned so much from her… Suddenly, I felt that between us, like the clouds in the sky and the flowing water on the ground, we
were once one, but now we were so far apart, not just physically, but also emotionally.

I'm astonished now. Why didn't I think of divorce back then? Actually, now that I think about it, I was like
a virgin who gave her first time to an unsatisfactory man. But if this man didn't
intend to divorce me, I would never have thought of leaving him. But for a man who has seen countless women,
he would easily give up an unsatisfactory woman, like giving up a passerby on the street. So
, sometimes I think, in a rather extreme way, that men, before you get married, even if you give your virginity to
a massage parlor auntie, a hair salon girl, or even some unattractive woman online! In short, you have to experience women,
so you won't value a woman so much, even more than your self-respect.

I brought my computer back to school. My daughter was not yet four years old, so I entrusted her to my parents in the countryside.
She's very sensible and attends kindergarten at my old school where I used to work. I go back to my hometown to see her on weekends. Every time I
leave her, she cries her heart out, and my heart bleeds, but I really can't take care of her alone.
Sometimes she sees her mother's photo album, silently sheds tears, and then chokes out, "Why doesn't my mother come back
?" My heart aches, and I call my wife, who is also sobbing on the other end. But she still firmly
says that she won't come back until she's made something of herself.

Sometimes I still play mahjong. But the wins and losses aren't significant; most of the time I'm online. That's when I
started visiting some literary websites. My long-dormant pen, like a spring just emerging from the earth,
flowed forth with renewed inspiration. I wrote poetry and some prose, both infused with a deep
melancholy. This wasn't forced sentimentality; it was genuine sorrow. Around this time, a
woman named "Jianjia" added me on social media, and we talked about life and literature. It felt like we were old friends; even the
slightest ripple in my heart resonated deeply with her. Some women in this world
admire heroes, while others pity the weak, especially those
scholars beneath the crabapple blossoms, each step a poem, each cough a drop of blood. I poured all my emotions into this woman, "Jianjia," and even wrote
a poem for her. In the poem, I compared myself to a reed on the shore of time, waiting a thousand years only to wait for that
beloved on the other side of the water. In truth, the reed is "Jianjia." She
admired and she herself began publishing some beautifully written poems. In these poems, I could
sense her genuine excitement at having met a soulmate, as if she were falling in love again.

But one day, she told me that she had actually heard of my writing years ago, and that when she first saw me
, she thought I was incredibly handsome. My heart skipped a beat. Good heavens, she was someone I knew! Then she told me
that she was Xiu, the wife of my college classmate, and also my colleague! They were both teachers at our school.
I remember that every time I chatted with her, she seemed very nervous, her face involuntarily flushing red. But knowing her
husband was my college classmate and good friend, I never thought much of it. But today, she was like this! So I told her frankly that
I hated being lied to, and that I felt very hurt. She apologized profusely, saying that after hearing my
story, she felt very sorry for me and wanted to hold me and let me heal in her arms. Then she started talking about her family—that
's what I knew. That summer, because my friend, her husband, was
tutoring , he did something he shouldn't have done to the girl. The girl's parents complained to the school, causing
a huge uproar in the whole town. She herself felt ashamed and very resentful. But I still said that we were just soulmates
. But

things changed not long after. At that time, an entrepreneur in our town abandoned his business to become a teacher, starting
a training class and expanding his business to the county seat. However, he couldn't find part-time teachers in the county seat, so he took in his students
and came to our town looking for teachers. I was quite famous for my Chinese at the time, and Xiu was very popular because she was a bit bourgeois and dressed
fashionably. So we were chosen to go to
the city . She stayed at a friend's house, and the beauty salon that my wife and Qiong used to run hadn't been sublet yet. I
still had the key, so I could stay there for one night. On the evening of our first tutoring session, we agreed to take a walk on the
outskirts . The sun had already set, but the road was still faintly visible, and we passed by
residents taking their evening strolls. We walked side by side, casually chatting about our feelings. On both sides of the road were fields of rapeseed flowers; spring was
in full bloom, and a rich fragrance
filled
the air. Without realizing it, our hands were clasped together. It felt so natural, as if we hadn't been apart for a long time. And without realizing it, our lips met in a long, passionate kiss, after which we were both shy. By then, it was completely dark. We
walked hand in hand into the brightly lit city. Passing a small inn, we
stopped simultaneously. She said it was too late to bother her friend. I said that inn hadn't been used for a long time; I
wondered if the massage beds were still usable. Then we said, "Shall we stay here for the night?" She said, "You have to
stay strong !" I nodded and said, "Definitely."

After checking into the room, I showered and sprawled on the bed, turning on the TV. I loved football then, and they were showing
a European football highlight reel, which was really exciting. I watched intently. When Xiu came out of the shower, I
saw she was wearing only her underwear. She was about 1.65 meters tall and quite thin. Her breasts were incredibly small. Compared to
my wife's, they were like night and day. But her legs were so long and fair; I
felt even top models' legs couldn't compare. But I was drawn back to the football, my gaze returning to the TV.
Because we had agreed not to cross any lines, my heart remained pure as spring water. She lay quietly beside me. I don't know
when fell asleep, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, I was startled to find someone beside me, realizing I was sleeping with Xiu.
Together. Xiu was clearly awake, or perhaps she hadn't slept at all, because I immediately felt her arousal.
I reached out, and she obediently nestled her head in my arm. We kissed tightly. My hand brushed
past her chest, directly to her lower body; her panties were faintly damp. When I pulled down her panties and slipped
my hand into her vagina, she trembled all over, frantically searching for my penis.
In my mind, there was no trace of our previous agreement, no trace of that guy. More than a month of being single made me
want to unleash the pent-up desires of my male hormones. I rolled over and thrust my hard penis deep into Xiu's warm
, secret place. Xiu hummed softly, her voice as melodious as a little poem. But I was unrestrained, moving haphazardly,
doing whatever I wanted. Perhaps it was just a few minutes, but I was on the verge of climax. I asked Xiu, "Can I ejaculate inside?" Xiu shyly
said, "Go ahead, I've put an IUD in." With a long, contented moan, I ejaculated. I turned on the light and cleaned up the semen. I
saw Xiu's flushed face and her smooth, jade-like legs. I couldn't resist bending down
and kissing her delicately from her calves to her thighs, then gently licking her labia with my tongue. Her labia were a slightly
lighter color than my wife's. Xiu hummed comfortably, gesturing for me to turn around so we could be in a 69 position. I felt my
penis enter her mouth; her tongue was so skillful, tightly enveloping my penis without
overstimulating me. We silently performed oral sex on each other like that. The second time we made love, it was
half an hour later. Xiu said, "Brother Guang, you're so vigorous! I didn't realize you were so refined; you make love like you're risking your life!" I
said, "Xiu, you know what? I haven't made love like this in a long time. Almost every time I make love with my wife, it's like I'm a
beggar begging for alms. It's nothing like you, so perfectly in sync."

Sigh, recalling this, I realized I had done something unforgivable: one should not covet a friend's wife. But I thought
to myself , in that kind of environment, who could resist their own desires and the allure of women themselves?

Chapter Eight

: The following days were exciting and blissful. Xiu and I texted each other every day,
pouring out our longing for each other. Although we were together day and night, we dared not be too open about it—even when we were in the city for tutoring
, we were careful, let alone in the same school. A single glance could be enough for our observant and gossipy colleagues
to notice something. The tutoring lasted for most of the semester, and it was a beautiful memory. We had almost
two days a week where we could be together without restraint, especially on Saturday mornings on the way to the city.
Sometimes we would take a taxi, and we would sit in the back. I would put my hand under her skirt (she had long legs and looked especially
beautiful in skirts), and gently caress her labia through her panties until my fingers were wet with her juices. A few times
, during her period, Xiu would also give me oral sex. Xiu was the first and only
woman to let me ejaculate in her mouth. Xiu was very attentive, taking care of me like a wife. For example, she would bring me a cup of hot water from
the ground floor (my tutoring class was on the fifth floor, and hers was on the first). But these wonderful
days only lasted for half a semester before being forced to stop due to the poor management of the tutoring center. We were back to square one.
But what can stop lovers in love from expressing their affection? We were like
the positive and negative poles of two giant magnets, creating every opportunity to intersect—for example, if we were both in
class, and the classrooms were separated, one of us would put down our textbooks and walk through the corridors of several classrooms, just to
catch a glimpse of each other's loving eyes as
we passed the classroom door. Or, if she was chatting with her friends on the school's dam, I would be in my dormitory (to add, I sold my house to help my wife and Qiong open their shop and
returned to the young teachers' dormitory at the school) and playing my beloved flute. Only Xiu knew that
every note of the love songs I played was filled with deep affection. She said my flute music drifted into her ears, like
my warm tongue gently licking her earlobe before making love, making her dizzy and intoxicated, and causing waves of wetness to rise from her lower body. My
poetic inspiration burst forth because of love; even Xiu's unintentional words could be turned into a poem. Xiu was becoming more and more
infatuated with me, and I felt vaguely uneasy. Because she used to love playing mahjong, she lied to her husband, actually
spending all her time with me. We couldn't stay in the dormitory, so we often went to the back hill of the school one after the other, embracing passionately. My
classmate was a quiet person, usually staying at home, and he trusted his wife completely, never suspecting anything.
Xiu usually came out first, carrying a blanket in her bag. When she got to the back hill, she would text me. I would then leisurely follow
. Sometimes the sky was full of stars and moon, sometimes it was pitch black. I can't remember how many
nights , but let me tell you about the one that left the deepest impression on me. (As I write this, my penis is already
erect.)

I remember it must have been a night in May, when darkness had fallen. The sky was filled with stars. All around were lush green rice paddies,
the air thick with the croaking of frogs.

We sat on a patch of barren land halfway up the mountain, Xiu spread out a blanket, and we embraced. Weeds grew
thickly around us, and grasshoppers occasionally hopped past. Xiu would softly say, "Grasshopper, hurry and go find your lover!" Across
a river, a ribbon-like highway stretched out, cars roaring past. The beams of their headlights seemed about to
shine on us, only to be blocked by the tall cypress trees. Sparse lights shone from the buildings along the riverbank
, their reflections shimmering in the water, mingling with the shadows of the stars. Xiu nestled in my arms, wanting me to recite
my new poem: "I am the phoenix-tail bamboo under the moonlight, are you the gentlest wisp of night breeze? Your soft whispers
have drawn countless murmurs from me..." Before I could finish, Xiu let out a soft moan and silenced me with her lips and her nimble, warm tongue
. We kissed greedily, each wishing we had the magic of Sun Wukong, to shrink ourselves smaller and smaller, to be sucked into
the other's belly, and stored in each other's hearts.

I don't know how much time passed, but Xiu was already limp in my arms, my hands having pulled her panties down to her ankles.
And my penis was already proudly erect. Xiu carefully gave me oral sex, while I rhythmically thrust my fingers into
her vagina. When Xiu murmured, "Brother Guang, I want you to fuck me," I was shocked. Xiu was a very refined woman, yet she said
such a thing. I immediately laid her on the blanket, and with a soft "plop," I thrust deep inside her. Xiu spread her legs wide
, and with each thrust of my penis, Xiu let out a soft moan, blending perfectly with the croaking of the frogs around us—
the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. Xiu later described that lovemaking: "I felt like a
sailboat sailing in a raging torrent, not knowing which way the winds of passion would blow me, sometimes at the bottom of a valley, sometimes on the crest of a wave."
One moment we're on a towering cliff, plunging into an abyss alongside a roaring waterfall; the next, we're tossed about in the
swirling mid-air...

Perhaps only Xiu could describe lovemaking so beautifully. But she grew increasingly bold, arousing
suspicion among many teachers. I felt a growing unease, yet we couldn't resist risking our
lives to meet each other. I remember one time, it was 11 pm, and Xiu and I were chatting online about our longing for each other. I
asked where my classmate had gone. She said she'd gone out drinking. I said, "Then come downstairs." She said she was afraid her husband would come home
because she hadn't mentioned going to play mahjong that night. But she was still determined to come out and see me. We
met near the teaching building, in the shadows where the streetlights couldn't reach. There were no extra words, because time was
so precious. She bent over, her back to me, her buttocks sticking out. But when I lifted her skirt
, I noticed she was wearing stockings. I grabbed them and ripped them, tearing them. I pulled her panties down to her thighs and groped
my way in. But in the darkness, perhaps I didn't find the right spot and hurt her. Just as I was
thrusting hard, a figure appeared under the streetlight—my classmate, drunk, staggered past us,
less than three meters away. My heart was in my throat. I dared not move again, but my penis was incredibly
aroused , and a thick stream of semen shot out…

The next day, I asked Xiu, and she said it was so close! Luckily, my classmate had been drinking, otherwise we would definitely have been discovered. Xiu
also said that when he woke up that morning, my classmate found the torn stockings and asked Xiu what happened. Xiu
said : "He was drunk and acted crazy, tearing my stockings and not even fucking me properly, making my pussy hurt." My classmate
went to lift them up and saw that Xiu's pussy was a little red and swollen, so he hurriedly apologized, saying he would never drink again.
That day, my classmate and I were chatting in the large office. I don't remember anything my classmate said, but I do remember Xiu's vagina,
which was a little red and swollen. I remember last night, not far away, Xiu's husband walked past us, and
I had ejaculated thick semen into her vagina. When Xiu noticed my strange expression, she blushed and walked away. Because of her vaginal
injury , she seemed a little unnatural when she walked. I suddenly teased her, "Teacher, why are you walking so unnaturally?" Xiu
glared at me, her eyes full of allure. My classmate said sheepishly, "Maybe I bumped into a table leg."

Another time, it was a weekend, and a large group of us were playing cards at Xiu's house. She and several female colleagues
were playing mahjong in the living room, while my classmate and I were playing Go in her bedroom. My classmate was a skilled Go player, while I was a complete novice.
I played quickly, while my classmate thought carefully. While waiting for her to make her move, I texted Xiu: "Xiu, I miss you!"

A little while later, Xiu replied: "Yeah, Guang-ge, I miss you too!"

I saw her and my classmate's wedding photo on the bedside table; she looked alluring. He texted: "Xiu, I really want to fuck you hard in your and your
husband 's bed all night."

"Really? I'll let you enjoy it tonight."

"Are you crazy!"

"He's very obedient. Come over tonight, I'll leave the door open for you."

My classmate, seeing my distracted state, teased me, "Are you flirting with girls again?" I quickly replied, "No,
no ." It was a text from my wife. Suddenly, the thrill vanished. I saw
a trusting light of friendship on my classmate's honest face, while I, right under his nose, was whispering sweet nothings to his wife. I
suddenly felt a chill down my spine. I hurriedly said goodbye.

Around midnight that night, Xiu's text arrived, saying her husband had gone back to his hometown to see his
parents . He initially refused to go, but Xiu got angry and went back. She told me to hurry over; she'd left the door open.

I pondered for a long time whether to go or not, but in the end, I couldn't resist. I quietly went to Xiu's door,
gently pushed it open, and Xiu hugged me tightly from behind. She said she was afraid I would go to the wrong
room in the dark—to her son's bedroom. She led me to her bedroom. I eagerly pushed her away,
turned on the light, and looked at her wedding photo, which shimmered. My penis couldn't help but throb. Xiu
said shyly, "Brother Guang, don't rush, the whole night is yours!" I suddenly remembered my classmate's honest face from that afternoon. I
knew that Xiu's first time was with my classmate, and I was incredibly jealous. My God, how happy a man like that must be!
I started thrusting hard. But a strange thought rose in my mind—women,
what's the point of being virgins? Aren't they still cheating on their husbands with other men? I finally thought of my wife, who was far away in Ningbo
! Like a deflated balloon, I collapsed onto Xiu and her husband's bed before I even ejaculated. Suddenly , I
felt a surge of disgust towards the woman in front of me. Xiu, oblivious, asked, "Are you tired today?"
I nodded lazily and said, "Sorry, Xiu, I have to go back."

Chapter Nine:

Feelings are truly a wondrous and elusive thing. Once the feeling is gone, actions immediately change.
Xiu's passion remained undiminished, even escalating further down the path of passion. Sometimes, she would hold me and dream about
the future—"How wonderful it would be if we got married!" The mere mention of marriage made my heart clench. Suddenly,
I felt how terrifying the woman before me was. Now, thinking back, there's a saying: "All relationships not aimed at marriage
are shameful," and it's damn accurate! Women in love, if you're in
an illicit affair , if you want to continue, then please, please, please don't touch that cursed word, "marriage."
Besides, several sensitive colleagues were already gossiping about us behind our backs. Finally, one day, our
principal quietly told me at a party that I should be mindful of my image. I pretended to be innocent, but the principal
said, "Don't lie to me. I've seen you two walking together intimately in the city several times. "

Sometimes, Xiu would even go to a spot on the back hill with a blanket ahead of her and text me.
But I would stay in my dorm, surfing the internet or watching movies, and then say I had an emergency and couldn't come. A little while later, I would
see Xiu's lonely figure upstairs. Xiu would also write short poems online and excitedly send them to me. I
would silently praise her, but I couldn't write a single beautiful word in response.

Xiu clearly sensed my unease. One day, she suddenly asked me, "Guang-ge, what's wrong?"

I said, "Xiu, let's break up!"

Xiu was very surprised: "What? You don't love me anymore?"

I said, "The principal knows everything. Let's end it here."

Xiu choked up. Tears welled up in her eyes. Xiu said, "Are you scared?" I wasn't scared, so what were you scared of?
At worst, I'd divorce my wife and be with you.

I said, "I don't want to hurt your husband. He's my friend. I don't want my conscience to bother me. I don't want
to break up your family. I don't want to hurt you.

" Xiu said, "You coward!

Women, do you really know? There's only one reason: he doesn't love you anymore. When your
boyfriend wants to break up with you, you don't need to ask why. Because he'll come up with a whole bunch of reasons, seemingly
all for your own good. Men, how can you be so hypocritical? If you really cared about her, you shouldn't have entered her body
in the first place .

" For the next while, Xiu and I were entangled in this question of love and not loving each other.
Summer vacation . One day, some classmates said they were going to get together in the city, saying that a beautiful classmate
had come back from a faraway place and invited everyone to come out. At this gathering, I saw Jing again after many years. Jing was
the class beauty in our high school. Back then, her family lived in the town, her father was a railway worker, and she dressed very fashionably.
As for me, I came from the countryside, and I could only look up to beautiful women. But swans always fly in the sky; how
could they possibly ignore the toads lurking in the pond? Back then, writing graduation yearbooks was popular. I seized the opportunity and
boldly wrote in her yearbook: "When I find a girlfriend in the future, she must be like you." The funny thing is, after
three years of being classmates, she didn't even know my name. She took her book and asked her classmates, "Who is Guang?
"

I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. Years have passed since graduation, and I only knew she married far away. I never imagined we'd be eating and drinking together again. Jing clearly remembered me, which surprised me. She laughed, "You're the one with the big guts,
the one who wrote your love declaration in my yearbook!" It made me even more embarrassed. She was very generous, though. "Come on, Teacher Guang,
sit with me." I sat down next to her with a relaxed air. Everyone chatted freely at the table, but I rarely drink; I get flushed easily
. Jing advised everyone not to let me drink. Unable to refuse, Jing said, "I'll drink for Teacher Guang." I
rarely see a woman so considerate of me, and I was truly grateful, so I felt a little embarrassed to actually make her drink.
After a few drinks, we were all quite tipsy. Then we went to a karaoke bar. I should
add that there were three guys and three girls in our group, including a couple who had a crush on each other in high school.
They never had a chance to express it, but tonight, emboldened by the alcohol, the guy boldly confessed his feelings, making the girl
blush . To the sensual music in the karaoke bar, the guy sang "Late Love" with deep emotion and then invited
the girl to dance. We all applauded, and one of our classmates cleverly dimmed the lights. We
could see them slowly embracing each other on the dance floor, their bodies pressed tightly together.
We could even see their lips were locked in a deep kiss. Another couple also got up and joined the dance floor, slowly moving
their steps. Perhaps influenced by the lewd atmosphere, Jing came to my side and whispered in my ear
, "Teacher Guang, come on, let's dance too, don't spoil their fun." I was very reserved. My dance steps were very proper.
Perhaps Jing was feeling the effects of the alcohol, because her steps became a little unsteady. Later, she even wrapped her arms around my waist. I naturally
wrapped my arms around her waist as well, and through her thin clothes, I could feel the warmth of her slender waist and her burning belly.
To make matters worse, I noticed that my penis was erect. Jing obviously noticed it too, but remained silent . I
felt embarrassed and tried to pull my buttocks back as far as I could. Jing whispered in my ear, "Teacher Guang, you're so honest."
I was at a loss for what to do when the music ended. We immediately returned to our seats, while the couple who had been kissing went into the bathroom
. They came out about ten minutes later. The female student, feeling embarrassed, lay down on the sofa pretending to be asleep, but
her chest was heaving. The male student went straight over, lifted her head, and placed it on his
lap. In another dark corner, a couple seemed to be passionately kissing. Only Jing and I were left
, speechless. I really disliked that situation. Although I had already
been , the lewd atmosphere still made me feel uneasy. I told Jing I had to go back
. Jing smiled and said, "You're a good man. What's your phone number?" I left my number, said goodbye to my classmates, and
left .

The next evening at dinner, I suddenly received a text message from an unknown number. It only had a few words: "Guess
who I am." I naturally thought it must be Jing. I replied to her, and she was very happy, saying that she could actually guess. "
Do we have some kind of telepathic connection?" she said. "Come out for dinner, it's my treat." I was alone at the time and too
lazy When I arrived, it was some of her friends from her town, both men and women. Everyone's eyes were very
ambiguous (I later learned that they were lovers). Everyone teased me, asking me to sit with Jing. Just as I was
wondering what was going on , Jing solemnly told everyone, "It's not enough for just the teacher to drink. No one is allowed to force me to drink. If anyone does,
I'll get angry!" I felt warmed again. That night, I walked a long way with her on horseback,
reminiscing about our high school days. Then we each shared our current situations. She told me
how , and then started dating a young man working for the railway. When she was taken to his home
, she learned that his father was the director of a railway bureau. After they married, he rose
through , becoming the bureau's chief accountant. As for her, she had to stay
at his home alone to raise her child. A few years later, her father-in-law, the director, passed away, and Jing simply took early retirement due to illness, staying home to care for her child and mother
-in-law . Working for the railway meant no fixed abode, so Jing could only spend about a month with her husband each year.
Jing said she felt like a caged canary, or more like a free nanny; although her life was very
comfortable, she was extremely depressed. Fortunately, her child was growing up, and her mother-in-law was still young. She took advantage of her mother's
upcoming 60th birthday to come back early to relax and clear her mind. As she spoke, her voice choked with emotion, so I gently hugged
her and comforted her, saying, "Your family situation is something many people envy. Do you want to know
about ?" So I told her about my wife. As I spoke, tears welled up in my eyes, and Jing hugged me tightly,
whispering like a mother, "Don't cry, Teacher Guang, your wife doesn't appreciate you. It's her fault. You
're a good person. Believe in yourself; you'll find someone who loves you." Then I told her about Yu Xiu,
and Jing's eyes widened: "I didn't realize you were so popular! What's so good about you?" I said I wasn't good. Really, I
wasn't. Jing said, "So what are you planning to do?" I said I didn't want to continue. But I didn't know how to
break it off , and I was really struggling with it!

Jing laughed: "I have an idea for you. Didn't you always want a girlfriend like me? Then I'll
pretend to your girlfriend! That way, you'll give up on that Xiu.

" I suddenly thought, this wasn't a bad idea.

Chapter Ten

So, for a while afterward, we often walked hand in hand, attracting attention from others.
Sometimes , I would suddenly see Xiu, and her resentful eyes made me feel sorry for her. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing or
the wrong thing. Jing seemed to have really become my girlfriend, clinging to me every day. In the summer evenings, when it was too long, we would
usually walk casually along the road where we used to run in the mornings in high school. We chatted about
everything under the sun, about the past, about the future, and about Xiu. Sometimes, when we were chatting enthusiastically, my phone would beep with
a text message from Xiu. Jing would snatch it away, and seeing Xiu's intense longing, she would reply: "I'm sorry, Xiu,
I already have a new girlfriend." Sometimes Xiu would call, and I would hang up, but one time Jing answered.
Then, she said into the phone, "Want to hear me and Teacher Guang kiss?" Before I could react, Jing grabbed my
head and pressed her warm, moist lips to mine, followed by the sounds of our tongues entwining and her
suppressed moans. The call abruptly ended. Jing stopped and said, "Teacher Guang,
how ?" I said, "Isn't this going too far?" She said, "A short pain is better than a long one, this is really for my own good.
" I said, "Are you willing to sacrifice your reputation?" She laughed, "If you're not afraid, then I'm not afraid either. Anyway, I'm going back to my husband's house after
summer vacation . I'll help you if I can.

" I suddenly felt she was a bit like the female lead in the popular movie "My Sassy Girl." Acting recklessly,
without considering the consequences . You know, her parents are old neighbors in town, very concerned about their reputation. But Jing didn't care,
acting like my girlfriend. Even more outrageous, one night, Jing took my phone and found my wife's
number. I sent the following text message: "Listen to me, your husband is a great man. If you don't
cherish him , I'll take him!" As usual, there was no response from my wife. Maybe she didn't hear it, maybe she
was busy with Liang Tian, or maybe she was laughing at me. She never dreamed a woman would be interested in me. Sending that
message was probably just to get her attention.

One starry night, we strolled along a quiet path leading to a sugarcane field. Jing
sighed , "Men and women in this world are really strange. What you like might be someone others disdain.
" Jing said, "Why is Xiu so infatuated with you?" I said I didn't know. I'm penniless. Jing said, "
Actually 've started to like you too, do you believe me?" I shook my head.

Jing said, "You must be amazing." Then she gave me a suggestive look. She pushed me onto the stone steps,
lifted her skirt, and sat on my lap. My penis immediately sprang to life, pressing against
her thighs through my pants. My hand reached out and touched Jing's vulva. Her panties were very tight, and I could feel her
full mons pubis. There was also a warm breath. Jing suddenly stood up as if startled, straightening her clothes, and said,
"No, we're just acting, we can't get too involved." I was completely captivated by her, unsure
what to do. So we did nothing. We finally started talking about sex. Jing said, "I'm basically sexually illiterate." I
was surprised and teased her, "You seem quite promiscuous." Jing playfully hit me. "To be honest," she said, "
for over only had one man, my husband. Can you believe it? My husband has premature ejaculation. His kidney function is poor.
Each time it never lasts more than two minutes. No more than ten times a year. In the last ten years, that's less than a hundred times. The total time
is about 200 minutes." I laughed. "When I'm in a good state, it can last half an hour," I said. "So your vulva is
practically useless, right?" She smiled shyly. I asked, "Then you basically don't have any orgasms, right?" Jing replied
, "In the first few years, I didn't feel anything." In the following years, my husband learned about foreplay, and he could
reach orgasm within two minutes of penetration. I was surprised; a woman couldn't possibly orgasm that quickly. "

Don't believe me? Fine, you're quite self-controlled," I said. I asked why. She replied, "We've been together for so long, and
you've always been a gentleman, only using words, not actions." I said, "We're just acting, aren't we? Deep down, I really want to touch you.
Besides , you're going back home after summer vacation. If I really fall in love with you, how much longing will I have to endure!

" Then I mysteriously told Jing that I had actually been obsessed with her vagina for many years!

Jing was surprised and quickly asked what happened. I explained that it was back in high school, when it was fashionable to wear
black leggings that covered the legs completely, and
the shape of the vagina would be faintly visible in the middle of the thighs. We boys would often analyze girls' vaginas. Jing, being the class beauty, received the
most attention. And because Jing was nearsighted, she couldn't see the burning gazes of her classmates. I no longer needed to hide
my gaze , and I was pleasantly surprised to find that Jing's vulva was different from other girls'; the bulge between her thighs
was much higher than other girls'. So sometimes it would create a small cleavage, making my blood boil. I don't know
if everyone else noticed. But this didn't last long; Jing started wearing skirts. Our classroom was on the second floor,
and I would often sneak up behind Jing, hoping to catch
a glimpse . But I rarely got anything. However, I still can't forget that tense and excited feeling.
Sometimes before going to sleep, I would think about that petal-shaped bulge. That night, I undoubtedly had a wet dream.

Jing hit me hard: "I can't believe boys can be so perverted." Haha, to be honest, I don't even know
what I look like myself.

I said, "Let me see, am I the same as I was in high school?" Maybe I've changed.

Jing said, "Considering you've been obsessed with it for so many years, I'll let you feel it, but you can't look. You can
only touch it under your skirt." I didn't expect this. I panicked. The image of the pure and innocent class beauty from before flashed through my mind
. I slowly lowered my hand, my palm covering Jing's full, hill-like mons pubis. I remembered some pornographic
forums with classifications of vagina types, so I told her: "Jing, you know what? You're a natural beauty.
You have a top-quality vagina, commonly known as a 'steamed bun vagina.'

" Jing laughed and said, "You know so much, you perverted teacher."

Through the thin, gossamer-like silk panties, I gently caressed Jing's mons pubis,
kneading her clitoris back and forth. Jing couldn't help but moan softly. My fingers parted the edge of Jing's panties, and following the slippery wetness, immediately
inserted into Jing's vagina. Jing's vagina was so warm and tight that even inserting a single finger seemed difficult. Jing...
The reaction was strong; her humming became uncontrollable, and her legs involuntarily twitched. Within two minutes, Jing's
whole body seemed to convulse, and for a while, she held my arm still.

I reluctantly withdrew my fingers. I thought to myself, Jing was right, the climax came so quickly.
But then Jing suddenly looked downcast and said, "Guang, let's go back."

The next day, she didn't call me. The third day, I texted her. She didn't reply.

The fourth day, I sent a text: "I want to sing 'Crying Sand.'" She replied, "If you want to sing, sing '
Forgetful Water "

With tears in my eyes, I wrote the following: "I'll sing it to myself, to mourn a tree! It didn't even
have time to welcome the most romantic flourishing of its life before it withered!"

After writing, I sent it and turned off my phone. Looking at the small tree outside the window, helpless in the summer wind,
tears . I suddenly realized that in this play of life, no one is a bystander; everyone is an actor, and
sometimes you... I realized I was too immersed in the role. I couldn't stop.

Perhaps it was these deeply affectionate lines that brought Jing and me back together. Do you remember those slightly tipsy
embraces? I could clearly feel Jing's yearning, her parched body craving the nourishment of rain! Even worse,
I felt the same way! But Jing would always hastily stop at the crucial moment. In those moments, this image
often : a red-hot iron rod suddenly plunged into cold water, emitting a puff of smoke and
a painful "hissing" sound! What an ordeal that was, of mind and body, desire and morality, love
and hate! Do you remember, my dear, one night, after another passionate embrace and a bittersweet farewell, I
lay in bed and sent you a text: "Oh no, I encountered three dogs at the corner of the grain station!"

"What happened? Are you alright?" you replied with concern.

"It's okay! But they kept barking wildly around me, all the way to my dorm room! Looking closer, one had 'Love'
written , one 'Morality,' and one 'Desire.'"

I typed, sent, and waited. After a long silence, my phone vibrated violently. I hurriedly picked it
up and saw the words: "Which dog do you want to go with?"

What a difficult choice this was! How many people hesitated before it, how many
were heartbroken, and how many, by taking the wrong step, fell into an abyss of no return! I knew all too well that
if I chose any one of the dogs, the other two would pounce on me, devouring my body and my heart
until I was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely!

But I resolutely replied: "Love!"

Yes, in the sweltering heat of summer, it was the guidance of love that prevented us from
suspecting —we fully enjoyed the bright moonlight of the August night, and we fully grasped the
belated truth of love! So, during the day, you dared to walk confidently into school,
smiling sweetly at every friend and teacher I met , saying, "I'm going to see Teacher Guang!" And at night, when we reached your doorstep
, you dared to hold me tightly, unafraid of the sorrowful eyes of your elderly father waiting in the darkness! I was amazed by
the courage bursting forth from your small frame—the courage to pursue love! How beautifully you said it: "Love is
everyone most basic right! Whether you are noble or lowly, rich or poor, no one can take away your
right to love! Since God has given us love, why should we refuse it?"

My dear, do you remember, at those countless banquets, you stopped the wine glasses offered to me,
because you knew I couldn't hold my liquor. If you couldn't refuse, you would drink it all for me. You would rather
be drunk yourself than let me suffer even the slightest harm. My dear, finally, one time, I said: I'd rather recite a
poem than drink a glass of wine! So I gently recited the poem I wrote for you, "I Have a Dream." Before
I finished, I was interrupted by enthusiastic applause from my friends—a genuine expression of emotion and blessings! I could see the tears
welling ! Although you are already very familiar with this poem, I still wanted to write it down to express my love for you.

I have a dream.

In my dream,

I am a colorful butterfly,

shaking off the dust of my life

, fluttering in a sea of flowers.

Will you also be a colorful butterfly?

In the vast sea of flowers, will we beautifully meet?

I have a dream . In

my dream ,

I am a phoenix-tail bamboo under the moonlight

. The moonlight, like water

, quietly flows over

my weary heart. Are you the gentlest wisp

of night breeze ? Your gentle kiss makes me murmur countless times. Even if I were to become a stone at the bottom of a stream, a blade of grass by the ravine , as long as you are the morning mist , as long as you are no longer…

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