[The Women Who Came and Went Through My Life] (21-30) Author: Grass-like Youth

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Chapter Twenty-One

My wife still comes home once a month, bringing bags of food or clothes for our daughter. Whenever this
happens , our daughter is as excited as if it were New Year's. But I find it strange. First, my wife is very generous;
whatever the family needs, she immediately provides. Second, I've noticed that several times she comes home during her period. Actually, I
'm not lacking in sex, but my wife's deliberate avoidance makes me feel that something is happening between her that I don't know about.
But I'm too lazy to ask—at most, she has a new lover, right?

In my world, my wife is the magistrate, and I am the common people. Now that the common people are setting fires, whether the magistrate lights
a lamp , sets a fire, or even burns down a mountain, what can the common people say?

But my relationship with Jing has taken a turn for the worse. Jing is gradually taking control of my QQ account,
asking for my password, and constantly checking my phone. Once, she used my phone to send a text message to my wife, trying
to out something. And what can I do? If this could dispel Jing's concerns and suspicions, I would do
anything . But I don't want her to hurt my wife. I don't know what they talked about, but I could
tell they were arguing fiercely, and I saw Jing's face was very pale. I tried to grab the phone, but Jing stubbornly held onto
it. We started fighting, and the phone was smashed to the ground during the struggle. Although it made a "I love you" sound the moment it hit the ground
, this phone, once a token of love, also
witnessed our first cracks.

Jing and my wife's relationship became increasingly tense.

Jing would call Li while we were together and hurl insults at her on the phone.

Li would text Jing while she and her husband were visiting relatives, calling her a slut who seduced male classmates.

Jing would suddenly demand that I call and tell her in person who I loved more.

Li would spend thousands of dollars to find out Jing's husband's phone number.

Li and Jing arranged to meet on a certain day for a one-on-one fight.

...

On those days, I felt like I was about to collapse.

I deeply felt that I was a pathetic man, torn between my wife and
my mistress.

My wife had shared my hardships, but not my joys. I swore that if she didn't leave me, I would never abandon her.

Jing had given me the greatest joy a man could experience, and so many gifts. I would repay even the smallest kindness with boundless gratitude. Finally, one night, Li
called

me late at night. When I answered, I heard rapid breathing,
followed by Li's pleasurable moans, a man's heavy panting, and the slapping
sound of muscles colliding. My wife said, "Guang, don't blame me, you went too far. "

The next day, my wife returned, and we peacefully went to the local civil affairs bureau to finalize the divorce. In the lobby of
the bureau , my wife silently shed tears. I suddenly felt incredibly relieved. I thought to myself, "Now,
Li, my forever wife, no one will hurt you anymore."

That same day, I put the divorce certificate in my pocket and went to Jing's house. Showing her the divorce certificate, Jing clearly hadn't
expected things to develop this way. Perhaps, in her mind, she was still plotting how to deal with this
shameful couple's schemes. But this Teacher Guang, he actually got divorced.

Then I said to Jing: I'm sorry, let's break up!

Chapter Twenty-Two:

I wonder if any of you fellow enthusiasts have experienced this: once you're entangled in emotions, it takes time to completely sever ties
. My wife still comes back to see our daughter once a month, but she no longer sleeps with me. She
takes our daughter to a hotel for the night. Actually, it's no different from before—we don't have much sex
life anyway.

As for Jing, I'm determined to cut off all contact. She also seems to have found new friends. We're not far apart, but our hearts
are worlds apart. I remember once, I was in the city, she was in the county town, it was already evening, and I
had finished my last class. Jing said she missed me, so I spent 500 yuan and several hours taking a taxi back to the county. In
this society where transportation and communication are increasingly advanced, nothing can stop two people from longing for each other. But suspicion and worry
can turn even neighbors into worlds apart. Without love, even sharing a bed is like dreaming different dreams.

This was so evident in Yan's case. Yan was a student at a music academy far, far away. She moved to our town with
her boyfriend because he was from our area, and they fell in love with him . However, his parents opposed the marriage, arguing that Yan was too spoiled, acted like a little girl, couldn't do housework, and was sometimes temperamental. Eventually, her boyfriend dumped her. Yan's dorm was next to mine, and because she couldn't cook, my mother, feeling sorry for her, let her eat with providing her with a monthly allowance. My mother is an excellent cook. Yan was very happy, and with a caregiver, her daughter became less picky about food. Because Yan loved children, she often took my daughter to sing and dance, and I noticed this was the happiest time of my daughter's life. Yan was indeed spoiled—she ate little, spoke softly, loved cleanliness, loved dressing up, ate snacks, and cried easily. Although she was only in her early twenties, she was like my daughter to me, and I wanted to cherish her. Yan is a classic beauty , with an oval face, wavy hair, and a firm, medium-sized bust. Her most striking feature is her buttocks, which are very perky, round, and shapely. Yan's fingers are long and slender, perhaps because she often plays the guzheng; I often see her making delicate, rhythmic movements with her fingers. Once, I saw her washing clothes, and she was even wearing plastic gloves . My mother said this child was too pampered and not cut out to be a wife. I laughed at my mother, saying that today's post-85s generation are nothing like I was when I was a child, working the fields and doing manual labor; they haven't experienced hardship. Yan had actually been here for a year. Because her boyfriend dumped her, she angrily took a long leave from school and went to teach at a private school far away for half a year. Because she hadn't been officially hired yet and was afraid of losing her job, she came back. Because we shared similar experiences, we got along very well. She would tell me about her unforgettable memories with her boyfriend. I would also tell her about Jing. Speaking of those we've loved deeply, we can't help but drift into romantic memories, yet also feel a pang of sadness. Then Yan's eyes would redden. And I would involuntarily pat her...

Once, I even put my arm around her shoulder and let her cry on my shoulder. To be honest, I really
didn't have ; I was like a father comforting a wounded child.

Jing would still say she missed me after drinking too much, and I would politely hang up. This was
unthinkable . Finally, one time, I was already in bed when I received a call from Jing. I heard her
sobbing sadly. She said, "Guang, I miss you. Can you come to me right away?"

All those romantic memories flooded my mind instantly. I jumped up, put on my clothes, rushed
out of the school, hailed a taxi heading back to the city, and rushed to Jing's place. When I knocked on that familiar door,
Jing, wearing pajamas and with tears streaming down her face, immediately threw herself into my arms. I hurriedly hugged her and went to the bedroom
.

After a passionate encounter, Jing's body was still as fiery as ever, captivating me. I asked Jing, "Why are you crying?" Jing
said, "I miss you. Only you, Guang, can be so accommodating and tolerant of my capricious temper."

I thought to myself, "Yeah, you're only realizing this now? You've already ruined my family."

I said, "I heard you have a new boyfriend. Will he treat you like I did?"

Jing said, "There's some little brat pursuing me."

I said, "Did you two sleep together?"

Jing said, "No, don't think so badly of me."

I suddenly felt incredibly unreasonable. Since we've broken up, what business is
it of mine who she sleeps with? I didn't even care about my own wife before, and now I'm paying attention to my ex-lover?

But I was still very happy to hear Jing say that. My penis got hard again, and I
easily spread Jing's legs and thrust inside…

The next morning, Jing had already turned on her computer and logged onto QQ, something she never did before. Jing smiled happily and
said, "Honey, get up. You must have been tired last night." I smiled. These words, so familiar, yet so strange
!

Jing said, "Want to sleep a little longer? I'll take a shower and then make you breakfast." I nodded.

A moment later, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Just then, Jing's computer
beeped with a message notification on QQ. Curious, I wondered who was messaging her so early. I figured Jing wouldn't
be out of the bathroom anytime soon, so I went to the computer, opened the chat window, and saw the sender's profile: only in their early twenties.
Could it be that "little kid" Jing had been talking about? Seeing the "good morning" messages, even with "darling" added before them, I
didn't think much of it. I'm always joking around online, aren't I?

But then, almost unconsciously, I opened the chat history and nervously scrolled through it. A conversation appeared before my
eyes .

"Little Kid" (in this story, this character is really insignificant, so let's just call him that): Darling,
were you tired last night? (How similar to what Jing had just said to me!)

Jing: I wasn't tired at all! I was on the bottom, not moving at all. You, on top, were making a big fuss. You must be tired now, right?

Little Kid: Darling, it was so great, we did it twice more.

Little Kid: I am a little tired. Next time, you can be on top.

Jing: Okay, I'll drain you dry, hehe.

...

I can't watch anymore. I immediately closed the chat page and hurriedly put on my clothes. Jing had already taken a shower, her
wet hair making her look very charming, but in my eyes, her beauty was like a bewitching demon, capable of corrupting
a man's flesh and blood, making him lose his way, never to find his way home...

Chapter Twenty-Three

Before Jing could recover, I left through that door that haunted my dreams and also saddened me.

Back at school, life suddenly seemed so peaceful. Teaching, grading homework, reading and playing with the children,
accompanying my mother back to her hometown, chatting with the old men and women in the fields. Keeping my small room tidy
and clean, polishing the cement floor until it shines in the warm sunshine. I no longer turn on the computer often, and
my phone is often turned off. I play a tune on my flute, and in the corridor, I dip a brush in water and write calligraphy with flowing strokes.
Of course, I still play mahjong with friends occasionally, but I play for small stakes and don't get addicted. Life isn't like the scorching
sun that Kuafu couldn't catch up to all day, but rather like fish swimming freely in clear water. My daughter's grades have gradually
improved , and Sister Yan has truly deserves credit. In her spare time, she helps my daughter review her lessons, acting like a
responsible teacher, but even more like a strict yet gentle mother.

Yan likes to wash her hands in the evening and elegantly pluck the guzheng. The guzheng lies quietly
in a corner of the room, usually draped in a blue robe by Yan. Only under Yan's fingers does it produce
melodious music. Sometimes, I softly sing along with her, or simply recite an ancient poem, such as "Spring River Flower
Moon Night ." It makes me feel that life can be so artistic and beautiful.

It was May 2008, and the school was preparing a celebration for May Day and May 4th
. Yan, as the school's only professional music teacher, took on the role of artistic director for the entire event. She personally oversaw the arrangement of every
program , while I was the host of the entire gala. We even performed
a duet: a song called "Intimate Lover." (Many students, seeing Yan at my house for meals, often
mistook her for my wife. Sometimes they even called her "Teacher's Wife," which Yan didn't deny, just blushing and smiling.)

That evening, the school leaders hosted a banquet for several key members of the production team. Yan was very happy and drank a lot.
When the banquet ended and we returned to our apartment, it was quite late; most of the other teachers were asleep.
As I lay in bed, my phone received a text: "Teacher Guang, are you asleep?

" "Coming soon, and you, Xiao Yan'er!" (I usually jokingly call her "Little Yang'er")

. "I can't sleep, come play checkers with me!" Yan and I often play checkers.

"It's so late, isn't that inappropriate?"

"Fine, don't come then, I won't help you take care of your daughter anymore!"

This was the last straw. I quickly got up. I went outside and saw Yan's door was ajar, with a dim light
spilling out. I tiptoed inside and closed the door behind me. Yan didn't say anything.

We set up our game and started playing checkers. To be honest, her skills were terrible.
Besides, she'd been drinking. Her face was flushed, and her eyes looked like they were brimming with water. I suddenly remembered a fun
game called "Truth or Dare," so I said, "Tonight, whoever loses has to honestly answer any question the other person
asks !"

Yan thought for a moment, "Sure, I don't think there's anything I'm afraid to say."
The openness can sometimes be quite unusual.

Yan lost the first game, and I asked, "How many men have you been with so far?"

Yan said shyly, "You're so mean, how could you ask that?" I goaded her, "Coward,
sore loser ! Look at you!

" Yan hesitated for a moment, then held out one hand, spread her fingers, and waved them. I was a little surprised, "Five?"
Yan nodded shyly.

I asked, "Tell me?

" Yan said, "In chess, I'll only tell you if I win."

In the second game, I really wanted to win, but I lost. Yan asked, "How many?"

I thought for a moment. "Does my wife count?" I said.

Yan said, "Of course. "

I said, "Only four."

I sighed, "Look, I'm so much older than you, but I'm not as experienced as you."

Yan said, "We're from the 80s generation, you're from the 70s. Of course there's a difference. You're considered
one of the more , and I'm considered one of the more conservative people from the 80s.

" I burst out laughing. Yan said seriously, "Really, I had a classmate in my college dorm who was really
open-minded back then. She even let that middle-aged man who cut hair at the school gate sleep with her."

We chatted while playing chess. It was probably midnight. But we were both really into it. Alcohol is a
good thing; some people get drunk and fall asleep immediately, while others get really rowdy. It seemed Yan belonged to the latter.
Although she was half-drunk, it looked like she wouldn't settle down until midnight.

Yan lost the third game. I asked her who the five were. Yan said: "My first boyfriend in college, then a
hoodlum I met in a bar, my second boyfriend, then a PE teacher at a private school, and
a student.

" I was surprised, but at the same time, I realized I really had to look at women born in the 80s with new eyes. Maybe because
I thought Yan was a very casual girl, or maybe it was really my own lust that got the better of me, I reached out and touched Yan's hand.
Yan didn't back down. Our hands were intertwined.

We decided to stop playing chess and I pulled her into my arms. Her slender waist was so delicate, I could wrap my hand around it. One of my hands
caressed her round buttocks. It was a bottom that would make anyone's nose bleed. Perky, not fat, and incredibly elastic.
I had to seize this opportunity to caress her properly. Maybe I wouldn't have another chance.

I held her head, my tongue licking her earlobe. Yan felt a tickle, so my mouth searched for her lips, and
we kissed tightly. As my hand continued to explore downwards, Yan suddenly came to her senses. She pushed me away forcefully,
and we separated. I whispered "I'm sorry, I offended you" in her ear and hurriedly opened the door and left.

Some people say that once a girl lets you kiss her, she will definitely let you sleep with her. But during those few days,
Yan and I kissed whenever we had a chance, but she wouldn't let me go any further. The most she let me do was slip my hand inside
her underwear , touching the crevice, feeling the burning desire and wet longing.

Once, Yan asked me, "What's so good about you that makes Jing love you so much?" I said I didn't know. Perhaps it was my writing
. Yan didn't like Chinese literature, but she still thought I wrote well. After a passionate kiss, Yan said, "
If you can write me an article, I'll give it to you."

Once a man has a desire, his potential is astonishing. I quickly crafted a very lyrical essay,
"The Woman Playing the Guzheng," and gave it to Yan. It contained lines like: "I am a carved piece of sandalwood, waiting a thousand years
just to wait for your soft fingertips..." Yan was indeed moved. However, she still wouldn't let me touch her genitals, so I
used my fingers to bring her to orgasm. But when I tried to use my penis, she refused.

I seriously doubted whether what she said while drunk was true. But it seemed she had no reason to lie to me. So why
did she resolutely refuse?

Chapter Twenty-Four

: The next event is the May 12th earthquake, which everyone on Earth knows about. It was shortly after lunch, and
the mother and daughter had gone out. I was playing checkers with Yan in her dorm room when suddenly the whole floor started shaking.
I steadied myself, and then a stronger tremor followed. A teacup on the table fell to the floor with a
sharp cracking sound. Yan rushed towards me in panic, clinging tightly to my arm. This was the first time in my 30 years
that I'd experienced anything like this. But I still dragged Yan to the door and ran quickly downstairs.
The dam was already crowded with students and teachers; some were still wearing shorts, clearly startled awake
. Everyone was in a state of panic, and the ground was still shaking intermittently. My mother and daughter had already returned from the street, relieved
that everything was alright. Then I started calling Jing, then Li. Their trembling voices
revealed the shock of surviving a disaster.

Soon we learned that less than a few hundred kilometers away, the largest
earthquake in Chinese history had struck, causing immense casualties. Amidst our grief, we also felt fortunate. Had the epicenter been
a little closer, we might have perished. The school announced a three-day holiday. That evening, the teachers moved
their mats and sheets to the playground, preparing to stay out all night. Some teachers lit candles and played cards—
even in the face of a major disaster, the people of Sichuan could find their own amusement.

Yan and I walked together on a path outside the school. Because of the dim light, we walked slowly. Yan suddenly said, "
Teacher Guang, do you think we'd still be walking here if the epicenter had been a little closer?"

I said, "Who knows? Most of us would probably be dead by now. Look at our old apartment building, how could it withstand that
?"

We both lamented the futility of life, saying that so-called minor sufferings
are practically . All those ideals, those ambitions; all those persistence and pride, are a
joke. Living happily every day is the greatest meaning of life. "Seriously, if one day the heavens
suddenly send a chill down our spines, we'll both be dead,"

Yan said. "Let's enjoy ourselves while we can."

I nodded, and we walked to a corner of a wall. Yan turned around, facing me directly. I naturally leaned
in, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her slender waist felt boneless in my embrace. Yan took the initiative to slip
her tongue Her arms around my waist tightened, and we greedily sucked on each other,
as if afraid that if we let go, we would fall into a bottomless abyss.

Yan was clearly aroused this time, her entire weight pressing down on me.
After a breathtaking kiss, Yan was completely limp, her breath sweet as orchids. My lower body was painfully hard. I whispered in her ear, "Little
Yan , I want to make love to you.

" Yan said, "Okay, but do you dare go back to the dorm? Do you want your life or mine?"

Without thinking, I said, "I want you."

Yan said, "Okay, I'll go back to the dorm first. I need to wash up, you go check on your mother and child."

The child and mother were already fast asleep in the courtyard. I tucked them in and tiptoed back to
the dorm .

Yan's dorm door was ajar, and it was pitch black inside. As soon as I entered, Yan came up to me and wrapped herself around me like
an octopus . I fumbled for the light switch. Yan stopped me and
whispered in my ear, "The whole building is dark, what are you trying to do? Want all the teachers to know we're
together ?

" I said, "I want to see what you look like without clothes."

Yan said, "You pervert!"

When we were both naked and lying in bed, Yan said, "What if there's another earthquake tonight?"

I said, "Then let's have a full-blown love affair!"

Yan said, "You're so good with words."

I said, "I really want to see you. To see your butt, your butt is so perky."

Yan said, "You'll see it sooner or later. Tonight, you can feel it with any part of your body except your eyes."

"Yan...your breasts are so perky...Yan, your nipples are so small..."

"Yan, your nipples seem to have gotten bigger and harder..."

"Yan, you're so wet down there, you've soaked the sheets...Yan, your labia seem so plump!"

"Teacher Guang, you're so strong! Don't be so rough, you're hurting my nipples!"

"Teacher Guang, your penis is so hard, oh my god, your glans is so big! It looks like a mushroom!"

"Teacher Guang, I'm so itchy!"

"Yan, your butt is so round, how did it grow like that?"

"Yan, it must feel good to penetrate from behind, I'll be looking at your butt while I penetrate you."

"Yan, you're so tight! Ah..."

"Teacher Guang, how would I know how my butt is grown? Maybe it's from practicing dance!" "Teacher Guang

, I'll let you penetrate from behind later." "Teacher

Guang, yours is so big! Ah...it feels so good!"

Chapter Twenty-Five:

In the days following the earthquake, the teachers were filled with fear. Only the brave ones gradually returned home to sleep
. Mom and the child came back too. When donating to the disaster area, Yan even organized a performance, reciting poetry with great
emotion , her eyes brimming with tears. This earthquake, for the country and the nation, awakened
the kindness buried deep in the hearts of the people, highlighting the national spirit of unity in the face of national crisis. But for
Yan and me, this earthquake opened a door for us, a door to joyful sex. Sometimes
at the dinner table, Yan and I would exchange ambiguous glances. Mom, being sensitive, noticed something, and
when we were alone, she talked about Yan, saying, "That woman, she doesn't seem like a decent person at all. Whoever marries
her won't have a good time." I said, "Mom, why do you say that about her?" Mom said, "Look at her spoiled
appearance , and look at that waist, it's like a snake!"

I said, "You just like Li, don't you?"

Mom said, "Yes, what's wrong with her? Even though you're divorced, I still think it's your
fault . Don't think that just because I'm your mother, you should side with me." "You're not a man, kid.
You hurt your own woman for some random woman..."

I interrupted my mother. I knew in my heart that my mother missed Li, just as I missed Li
. Li had sacrificed so much for this family and was good to my mother. Even after the divorce, whenever Li visited
her daughter and saw my mother, she would affectionately call her "Mom" and bring her all sorts of food and clothes.

But what could she do after the divorce?

Every night around 11 pm, Yan would text me, asking me to come over. The next morning around 5 am, she
would wake me up and tell me to go back to my dorm. This went on for over a month.

Before each encounter, Yan would wash her vagina thoroughly and spray it with a musky perfume. Yan's
ass was truly beautiful. Every time I was about to ejaculate, I would tell her to stick her ass up so I could thrust in hard from
behind . The visual impact and the pleasure from my penis could instantly bring me to
the peak of orgasm.

Every time Yan finished, she would snuggle against my chest, her legs draped over my body, and she wanted me to hold her all night, whether I could sleep or
not . Once I asked Yan, "I'm 10 years older than you, don't you think I'm old?"
Yan said, "So what if I'm 10 years older? It would be best if I were 20!" I joked, "Then I could be your
dad."

Once, when I was ejaculating, I was in so much pleasure that I called out, "Yan, my darling..."

Yan was suddenly very aroused and mumbled, "Daddy..." Then she immediately trembled violently
and orgasmed.

I asked, "Yan, what happened?" After the pleasure subsided, we fell asleep in each other's arms. Yan told me that when she was little,
her father always worked away from home and rarely came back, so every time he came home it was like a holiday. Moreover, her father
was a very handsome man in the area, quiet and fair-skinned. She said that every time her father came home, she would insist on sleeping with him, a
habit she maintained until she was 13. Yan said that sometimes when she grew up, she would dream about having sex with her father.
Although I'd wake up feeling incredibly ashamed, I often had orgasms in my dreams, waking up with my crotch soaked.
Just now you called me "Yan, my darling," which is exactly what my dad often calls me, so in a daze I felt like my dad was on
top of me, so embarrassing…

Yan also told me about the thug she met at the bar, who was around 40 years old. At that time, she was with her
first boyfriend, who was a virgin, and Yan was also a virgin. They secretly booked a hotel room, but
her boyfriend's penis hurt when he penetrated her. Yan wouldn't let him in, and her boyfriend couldn't do anything about it. Not long after, she met that
thug from the bar, who took her home. That thug was incredibly skilled at flirting, making Yan's vagina overflow
with moisture . Then his penis slid in and penetrated her completely, without any hesitation. Although it was excruciatingly painful, the second time
was much better.

For the next month, Yan would sneak out to have sex with that man whenever she had the chance, neglecting her boyfriend.
Finally, one day her boyfriend discovered the truth, and they broke up.

I asked, "What about your second boyfriend?" Yan said she started dating him after breaking up with that hoodlum, and he's the man she's loved most deeply
so far , and also the one who hurt her the most.

I already knew a lot about her story with her second boyfriend; what I want to know is
the story of the PE teacher and the student. Especially the student's story, I'm very curious about it. Because Yan clearly prefers men older than her…
A big man.

Yan said she met the PE teacher at a private school about six months ago. They would
greet each other , but nothing more. The PE teacher was tall and strong, and his wife was pregnant and about to give birth. Who
knew he would secretly make a copy of my room key? One night, I woke up to find a big man by my
bedside, smelling strongly of alcohol. I was terrified. By the time I realized it was him, he had already pulled down my
underwear and spread my legs. My God, what a huge penis! My genitals were pierced painfully. That night, he
did it twice. I was too weak to resist and just kept crying. Later, he seemed to sober up and begged me
not to report him. He said he had liked me for a long time, liked me the moment he saw me, and that
he hadn't done anything since his wife became pregnant, so he had the audacity to do such a shameful thing. He
even begged me to let him go for the sake of our unborn child.

I didn't say anything and took the next day off to rest at home; he had really hurt me there.
I didn't reply to the PE teacher's text message apologizing. At that time, there was a boy in my class, about 17 years old, who was
very kind . Hearing I was sick, he came to see me and bought me food. I asked him to buy me emergency contraception and
some anti-inflammatory medicine. The little boy didn't know what emergency contraception was, so I wrote his name on a piece of paper.

For several days, I cried constantly, and the boy stayed with me. I thought he was too young to understand. But the
boy said, "Teacher, I've learned martial arts. If anyone bullies you, I'll get revenge for you." I thought about it and decided to let it go;
forgive and forget.

I was very relieved; although he was still young, I felt very safe.
As , the boy became even more attentive, eagerly saying he liked me and loved me. Finally,
a month before the holidays... I gave myself to him. I remember that night, he did it four times. The first two times were very quick; the little boy didn't understand
anything , he just charged around recklessly. Hehe, later it got better, and I couldn't take it anymore.

Later I came back, and he texted me every night to check on me. I encouraged him, saying that as long as his grades
improved , I would go up to the next level. Hehe, last time he got third place in the class in the midterm exam, I went up
to the next level. The next day I came back and slept for half a day to recover my energy; that guy was too fierce.

...

I suddenly felt that the woman in front of me was so unfamiliar. But she was indeed kind and sincere.

If her father hadn't come, maybe Yan and I would have really gotten together?

Chapter Twenty-Six

One day after school, I went to Yan's dorm room as usual and saw a fair-skinned middle-aged man
sitting next to Yan. Yan excitedly introduced him, saying that this was her father, who had come from their hometown to visit her. Then she
said to her father: This is Teacher Guang, whom I told you about. He's a nice older brother.

"Ugh, when did I become a brother? I only remember calling him 'Dad' once. Yan, aren't you
confused enough?" I thought to myself.

"Dad, you'll sleep with Teacher Guang tonight!"

I chatted briefly with Yan's father that evening. I learned that he came because he wanted to transfer Yan back to their hometown,
and also because they had found a suitable son-in-law who owned a factory and was well-off. He said he was very
happy to see Yan's photo and wanted to choose a date for them to meet.

I really wanted to say: Actually, Yan is doing quite well here, with me taking care of her.

But what I said was: Yes, it's not good for a girl to be alone away from home for a long time, it's quite pitiful
. It's really good that she can stay with you. Especially since the other party's family is well-off.

Yan's father said: Yan has also been hurt in relationships. She should have a more mature
view on relationships now. The most unreliable thing in this world is love. Anyway, in the end, love will all change,
so it's to find a rich person from the beginning.

I couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Yan's father; he was truly insightful. It seems this handsome young man
had a deep understanding of love, finally grasping such a damn profound truth.

Sure enough, a few days later, a car unusually drove into our school. A
portly middle-aged man got out, and as I was passing by the school gate, he eagerly called me "brother," asking, "Do you know so-and-
so Yan?"

I said, "Yes, who are you? What do you want with her?"

He said, "I'm from her hometown."

I said, "Are you her uncle?"

He blushed and said, "No, could you please call her out for me?"

Later that evening, Yan called me and a few of my close friends, saying we should go
out for some late-night snacks. When we arrived at the barbecue stall, we saw Yan and the portly middle-aged man
already sitting side-by-side on chairs waiting for us. Yan introduced him to us one by one, saying, "This is so-and-so from my hometown."
Since I couldn't remember him, I'll just call him "Potly-Belly Brother." Calling him "brother" was quite appropriate for me, but Yan's way of addressing him
sounded a bit too shrewd. Big Belly enthusiastically offered everyone a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes. Upon seeing me, he said he was grateful
I'd helped him call Yan out that afternoon. He added that Yan was being looked after by everyone here, and he was truly thankful. He said
he planned to get Yan a teaching position at a primary school back in his hometown next semester.

I remarked that inter-regional transfers were probably quite difficult these days.

Big Belly replied that he had connections with the local education bureau. He said that with enough money, anything could be settled.

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing two thick gold chains on his wrists. I'm
saying "gold chains" here, not "golden chains." Perhaps I was still harboring resentment, thinking to myself, maybe that car
was just a temporary rental? If you really could settle everything, you'd have settled things with Yan tonight!

The late-night snack didn't last long before everyone left, as the atmosphere remained somewhat subdued. Teachers are like that—
poor , yet they can't stand seeing others with money. The moment they see someone with money, they immediately assume the person is a speculator or a
nouveau riche, lacking manners. I, on the other hand, have seen a bit of the world.
I stayed with Yan and Big Belly Brother the whole time. Even after we got to Yan's dorm, I didn't want to leave. Yan said, "Teacher Guang, you should rest first. I 'm going to chat with Big Belly Brother about our hometown." "Oh, don't
rush to close the door. Big Belly Brother will sleep with you tonight!" I said, "No problem. I'll wait."

But that entire night, Big Belly Brother never came to my bed. I got up
and lingered outside her dorm room for a while, finally returning dejectedly to my empty bed, wondering: What are they
doing? Are they chatting about their hometown all night? Maybe Big Belly Brother has won Yan over again? Based on my experience...
It needs to be resolved twice to be truly resolved. If Yan were asked how many men she'd had, how would she respond
? One hand couldn't possibly count them all. I couldn't help but agonize over this question, spending a sleepless night.

The next day, Yan asked the school leaders for leave. (Because it was nearing the end of the semester, most music classes were
taken up by teachers of other subjects.)

As I watched from the balcony as that charming woman with a slender waist like a snake and an alluringly
round bottom stuffed her bags into the back seat of the pot-bellied man's car, I knew that
another woman had come and gone in my life.

Chapter Twenty-Seven:

The summer of 2008 was a decadent summer. Although
the were held, it had nothing to do with me. Of course, there was also the Asian financial crisis that year, which
directly affected me, because the little money in my pocket suddenly became valuable. Everything became cheap,
as if everyone had suddenly run out of money. After saving for more than half a year, I still had less than 10,000 yuan in my pocket. However, the
previously unattainable housing prices had suddenly shrunk. My years of housing provident fund could provide a certain amount of loan,
so my dream of owning a home became clearer than ever before. I could even sketch out a picture of my new house during the day.

It was an exceptionally lonely summer vacation. No wife, no lover, no confidante.
I had to . Through that summer vacation, I truly understood
the deep helplessness and bitterness behind the phrase "I miss you so much that my hands ache. "

I actively contacted people about housing provident fund loans. On the other hand, my friends were arranging
blind dates for me. Xiu was transferred to teach at a primary school in the city. She probably heard about my relationship with Jing, because she started contacting me through
various channels. First, she added me online (she had blocked me before), and started
leaving comments on my new works, her language still so gentle and elegant. Then came text messages, and then phone calls. I was clinging to
the idea that "a good horse doesn't turn back to eat the grass it already grazed," so I was rather aloof. But she became increasingly enthusiastic, eventually acting as
a matchmaker, saying there was a divorced female teacher at her workplace who might interest me. I couldn't resist
her enthusiasm and agreed to meet her.

I went with great sincerity, getting a haircut and a little makeup done beforehand.
I looked quite dashing in the mirror. We agreed to meet at a coffee shop. Coincidentally, it
was the same coffee shop I'd been to with Jing before. I remembered sitting on the
sofa near the window, next to a cypress bonsai.

But that meeting was incredibly boring. The other person was a plump woman, probably around 40 years old,
who immediately asked, "Why are you divorced?"

I thought for a moment, "Incompatible personalities, I guess." That was a universally applicable answer.

Then she started rambling on about her ex-husband, how useless and
irresponsible An hour had passed by the time she finished recounting her painful history. Perhaps realizing
that my feelings for her weren't as sympathetic as I'd expected, she gave an awkward laugh
and said, "You're so young and handsome, and I heard from Xiu that you're also very talented. I feel I'm not good enough for you."

I smiled and said, "It's nothing. You're so good-looking, someone will like you."

She then said, "I think it's good that I left him. I have a good job now, I have a house in the city,
everything is convenient, and I can take care of the children. Oh, by the way, if possible, I can help you transfer
to the city. When I transferred, a leader in the city helped me; he was one of my father's students. To be
honest, I didn't spend a penny."

I said, "Thank you, but no need. The town is fine too."

I could see she was a little disappointed, and then she said, "Before coming to see you today, I hired a cleaning lady to clean the house.
Unexpectedly, she broke my window. My mother said it's a bad omen."

I said, "You believe in that?"

She nodded.

I said, "Maybe."

When I politely shook hands with her to say goodbye, it was already evening on the main street of the county town, brightly lit.
Looking at the shops on both sides of the bustling pedestrian street, I suddenly felt extremely bored—I really couldn't bring myself to
like a complete stranger. To fill a bowl of water into a cup, you must first
empty the cup completely. I feel my cup is full of water—is it my wife Li,
Jing, or Yan?

But it shouldn't be Xiu. I don't know why I was so resolute with Xiu; was it because of her honest
husband, my friend? But Xiu called immediately, eagerly asking how I was feeling.
I had to answer truthfully that we weren't right for each other. I

could hear her disappointment, and then she timidly asked, "Where are you tonight? Let me come keep you company, okay?"

I was a little surprised; it had been a long time since I'd been with Xiu. But I still said, "I'll
text you once I find a hotel."

I texted Xiu from the hotel, and soon she arrived. She was clearly dressed up carefully.
Beneath her long eyelashes, her eyes seemed to hold two pools of water, shimmering and seemingly capable of speaking. Her long legs were clad in tight
jeans , looking casual yet chic. Her lips glistened with oil. As soon as I entered the room, she greeted me with a
tight hug.

Without any preamble, as usual, we got into bed, undressed, and began kissing.

Xiu murmured, "Guang-ge, did you miss me?"

I didn't answer, but asked her instead, "Xiu, did you miss me?"

Xiu replied, "Yes, I missed you ever since you texted me after finding a hotel."

I pulled down Xiu's panties and noticed a long, damp stain down the middle. I smelled it, and Xiu said
shyly , "I changed into a new pair before I came, and that one got wet too.

" Xiu's legs were still so slender and beautiful; I couldn't help but stroke them for a while. Xiu then opened
her legs , parting her vulva with her hands. Her clitoris
was glistening with dew, dripping down and condensing above her perineum, just before dripping onto the sheets. Her clitoris, like a small soybean, stood erect. I
could see Xiu's vaginal opening pulsating like a carp's mouth, as if beckoning for my penis to enter.

I gripped my proudly erect penis and slowly inserted it into Xiu's vagina. Xiu moaned with pleasure. After
a few minutes , I felt I couldn't take it anymore. I said to Xiu, "I'm sorry, I want to ejaculate."

Xiu said, "Go ahead and shoot. Shoot inside her vagina.

" I knew Xiu had an IUD before. Xiu never let my semen be ejaculated outside her body,
even during her period. When she gave me oral sex, she let me ejaculate into her mouth.

After cleaning up, Xiu said, "You're always quick the first time, huh?" I joked, "I'm getting old,
my body can't handle it anymore." Xiu said calmly, "That's because you and Jing were too crazy, right?"

I was surprised that Xiu spoke of Jing so calmly. To Xiu, Jing was a
third party , but there wasn't a trace of resentment in Xiu's words.

I laughed awkwardly and said, "No, Jing and I broke up."

Xiu said, "I knew you and Jing broke up a long time ago, and I also knew you got divorced. You must be lonely."

I said, "But I still can't be with you..."

Xiu interrupted me: "I know, I know I'm nothing to you, but I still hope you'll
think of me when you're lonely. I won't cling to you like before." But, when you want it, just
call me, okay? Let me give it to you. I don't need you to give me a title, I don't need your love,
I don't you to remember me, but I still want to give it to you. Okay?

I didn't know how to answer her. I could only hold her tightly. Xiu then rubbed my penis. My penis
got hard, and we started making love for the second time. This time it was calmer, and I could quietly admire her vulva.
Her labia majora had obviously become darker. It seems she used it quite a lot in the two years I hadn't used it. With whom? Only with her
husband? Who cares who she uses it with, what does it have to do with me?

The feeling of penetration was also a bit different, it felt so loose, which reminded me of the feeling with Yan and Jing.
All three were equally moist, but there is a fundamental difference between overused and rarely used. My
interest immediately waned. Xiu seemed to sense it too, and asked me: Brother Guang, you're tired, so take a rest!

I thrust hard for a while and ejaculated. Xiu seemed to have reached orgasm as well.

Xiu finished dressing and said, "Brother Guang, I have to go. My husband and the child are at home."

I looked at her and nodded. I thought to myself that after that unforgettable pain, Xiu had matured a lot. She
would never again be like before, so crazy, persistent, reckless, and disregardful for the love that surged into her life.
Perhaps this is the price of love? Or perhaps the reward of love?

I suddenly realized that Xiu was the one who had always been silently watching over me and silently loving me. She could be
humble to the point of being insignificant, but as long as I smiled at her, she could bloom into a radiant flower.
However, being moved is not love. The feeling of love is too subtle. I don't know if I really
understand love.

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

Perhaps I was tired, because I slept until noon the next day in the hotel. When I checked out, the clerk asked me
to pay extra. I thought about it and figured I would be bored if I went back, so I decided to stay in the city for another night. At this moment, my phone rang. It was
the principal calling, saying that the Education Bureau was going to select a group of people from the middle schools in the towns below this year, saying it was to prepare for the national "Two
Basics" inspection. I have a knack for compiling documents, so they asked me to write an application and submit it to the Education Bureau
office .

I've always been indifferent to these things; in this day and age, good things don't just fall into
the laps of someone without connections. But since the principal supported it, I figured I'd give it a try. If there was a chance,
at least the school would be happy to release me, since it's the direct supervisory bureau. Having connections in the government makes things easier.
So I found some paper and pen and wrote an application. Looking at it, it was quite good—elegant
handwriting , confident yet humble language, a natural display of my strengths. I thought, if I were the director of the Education Bureau,
I'd be delighted to see this application. (A little self-admiration).

After leaving the Education Bureau office, I suddenly received a call from Li. She said she was in the city and wanted to meet me,
asking me to come from town immediately. I told her I was in the city, my child was at school, and she could come pick up
the child . As usual, Li would bring the child directly to the city, buy some things the child liked, book a
room, and spend a day or two alone with the child before leaving.

"I want to see you alone. I'll go see my daughter tomorrow," Li said.

Her tone wasn't as harsh as before; I sensed a hidden tenderness. I was surprised. Had Li changed her mind
?

I said, "Okay, then. Come to [Hotel Name], Room [Room Name]."

Li's arrival left me at a loss. I hadn't faced this situation in a long time. Li suddenly stepped forward and hugged me:
"I heard you went to the city for a blind date yesterday?"

I nodded silently. Li asked: "How did it

go?" I thought for a moment: "It was alright. The conditions were good. I think it's a good match for me.

" Suddenly, a layer of mist welled up in Li's eyes. Tears overflowed.

I said, "We've already..."

Li interrupted me, "I know, but I still can't help it. Yesterday, I heard my future mother-in-law (I should explain here
; in our area, if young people are very close, they verbally call each other in-laws. Li and the wife of
one of colleagues are very close) talking about your blind date. So I came back. I don't even know what I want to
do."

I asked, "You mean, you still love me?"

Li didn't answer, neither nodding nor shaking her head.

Actually, I know that the most direct way to test whether a woman loves a man is to see
if she enjoys having sex with him. Because men are driven by their lower bodies, they might fall in love with a woman because of sex.
Women, on the other hand, are driven by their upper bodies; they might have sex with a man because they love him.

I asked Li, "Want to have sex?"

Li remained noncommittal. I carried her to the bed and took off her clothes.

Li took off her underwear herself, but didn't undo her bra. I didn't care about that and
started caressing Li on the sheet, which still had some embroidery stains.

Li's vagina remained dry, showing no signs of arousal. I thrust into her roughly, and I saw Li close her eyes in
pain . But I felt a surge of pleasure. How long had it been since I'd made love to Li? More than a year, perhaps?
No, it had been six months since we'd even divorced. In all this time, how many penises had
penetrated Li's vagina? A man can conquer many vaginas, but why can't he conquer his wife's?
Is this just my tragedy? Or is it a tragedy of society as a whole?

I roughly ripped off Li's bra, revealing a pair of high, white, jade-like breasts, illuminated by the light...
There were several symmetrical brown marks; I knew they must be a man's teeth marks.

I went limp. I gasped for breath, collapsing onto the bed. Looking at Li, motionless,
tears .

I calmly said, "Tell me about your man."

Li gave me a wistful look: "Tell me about yourself instead."

I said, "What's there to say about me?"

Li said, "Have you ever cared about me? Do you know that I'm out here, a woman, all alone? Have you ever asked
how I've managed? Have you ever cared about my life? When I get up, when I go to sleep,
where I sleep? Where were you when I was sick?"

I was speechless. Yes, had I ever cared about Li? Since Li became my wife, I'd treated her
like my private property, taking everything she did for granted. Raising the children, managing the household chores,
working away from home, and even enduring the humiliation of acknowledging my infidelity.

I pulled Li close. Tears streamed down her face. Choking back tears, she said, "You only care who broke my hymen
, how many people I slept with before marriage. Because I didn't take good care of myself after the abortion, I'm unusually sensitive to the cold every winter.
Did you ever care? Before, all you cared about was mahjong; during the divorce, all you cared about
was that (referring to Jing). What more do you want from me? You even demanded that I have multiple orgasms during sex?
Could any other woman do that?"

I suddenly realized how much I owed Li. Nobody's perfect, so why are you
so demanding of your wife? Before making demands of others, you should ask yourself how much you've given.
Have you treated others fairly?

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

Some thoughts are complicated, so you keep talking about them, and as you talk, your thoughts become clear; some words are chaotic, so
you keep writing them down, and as you write, the words flow smoothly. That's how I am now: my previously chaotic thoughts
gradually become clear as I write them down. Life is like casting a net in the ocean. Before, it was a boundless cast; now,
it's time to pick up the net. Perhaps the net is full of life's harvest, or perhaps it's empty, leaving only
fragmented thoughts for one to ponder. Li's words last night shocked me and made me reflect on myself. I think an
incompetent man shouldn't go around proclaiming his pitifulness, and it's best not to beg for pity. Because
part of your pitifulness stems from your own hatefulness. The only way for a man to live with dignity is through self-reliance.

The next day, unusually, Li accompanied me to our school. Most of the teachers had gone back to
their hometowns . The few remaining families were surprised to see Li and me together and came to greet us. Li is
a good-natured person, and she never made enemies at school. She smiled and
greeted warmly and naturally, like a new bride returning to her parents' home.

My daughter, having heard the news of her mother's return, was as joyful as a magpie at dawn, chirping excitedly as she came to greet her.
Li opened her arms and hugged her daughter tightly, showering her little face with kisses. The daughter chattered
excitedly , rummaging through Li's bag for candy. My mother was busy in the kitchen, a sumptuous meal laid out
on the table. As soon as she saw Li, her face lit up with an undisguised smile, exclaiming, "My Li is back!"
Li affectionately called out "Mom!" while rolling up her sleeves to help. Our in-laws, who live next door, also arrived. The
couple as always, joked and teased Li and me, their son, Xiaohu, affectionately hugging Li's
leg, repeatedly calling her "Godmother."

I stood to the side, my heart filled with mixed emotions. What a heartwarming scene! But would this scene be like
a mirage , fleeting and ephemeral?

After lunch, Li and her mother-in-law chatted, saying that housing prices in the city were so cheap now. The price of
a had dropped from 7,500 yuan to 4,500 yuan per square meter, a decrease of over
3,000 yuan per square meter. Her mother-in-law then asked, "Why don't you buy one?" Li replied, "An 80-square-meter apartment costs over 300,000 yuan
. Where would we get that much money?

" I suddenly asked, "Can you get a mortgage?" Li said, "Of course! I have housing provident fund; I can get a loan.

" I said, "I also have some cash; that's enough for the down payment."

That evening, Li, her mother-in-law, and two other female teachers played mahjong. I
watched . These teachers were usually quite kind to me. So, while playing mahjong, they all advised Li,
"It's better to have your original partner. For the sake of your good daughter, go back to both of them."

To be honest, my daughter is really good. But because of what happened between her and her mother, I've seen her
secretly shed tears many times. Seeing my daughter's tears, guilt and self-reproach overwhelmed me. I knew I was
truly wrong. At the very least, failing to create a complete family for my daughter was the biggest dereliction of duty as parents.

That evening, we decided to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau the next day to process the bigamy formalities.

"Guang, I can marry you, but if you don't change, I can
divorce you again anytime," Li said.

"I know, I won't let you down," I said.

At the Civil Affairs Bureau, we ran into the aunt who had processed our divorce last time. She looked at us and said,
"I knew you were rushing into divorce from your divorce agreement. Sure enough, you're here today for bigamy, aren't you?
Young people, too impulsive. Bigamy is good. You should cherish it."

Our divorce agreement was very simple; there was no property to divide. My daughter would stay with
me. The woman wouldn't have to pay child support.

Li and I went to the city, looked at apartments, and once we found one, we started processing all the formalities. Li was an internal
staff member, so everything was simplified and quick. It was all done in just a few hours. I was astonished that Li had saved tens of thousands of yuan in
just one year, enough for a down payment on a house. I thought, Li is indeed a good homemaker
, while how much have I contributed to this family over the years?

I spent some time with Li in her rented apartment. During the day, Li went to work, and I helped our daughter with her
holiday homework and did housework. At night, when Li came home, she always put our daughter
between us when we slept. I knew this was a signal—that she didn't want to have sex. I didn't force her.

One day, Li came home from work. The child was already asleep. Li went to the bathroom to shower, her phone on the bedside table,
beeping with a text message. I hesitated, then picked it up and opened it: "Baby, you were so naughty just now. You even wet
the sheets!"

"While you were sticking your butt out, I took a picture with your phone while I was penetrating you. Didn't you say you wouldn't see it?"
"Look at the way it's inserted from behind! Look!"

My head suddenly spun, and with trembling hands, I opened the photo album.

The first picture I saw was of my wife having sex from behind, her round, white buttocks sticking out. A thick
penis was inserted between her buttocks. I could only see half of the penis, then the thick pubic
hair connecting to her rear and her protruding belly. Looking at the time the photo was taken, it was an hour ago. The background was
a rather high-end hotel.

I continued scrolling, there were over twenty photos in total. My wife's breasts, because they were firm and high, were
the most frequently photographed. Then came the photos of penetration. It was clear there were many different positions. In every picture, my wife's vaginal fluid was flowing down the
man 's penis. There was one photo of her anus, and it was clear her anus was a bit loose. Good heavens!
Before, when I tried to go in from behind, my wife always said it hurt and wouldn't let me. Now, her only virgin territory
had been defiled by someone else.

I threw my phone to the ground. With a "smack," the child woke up from her dream, staring at me with sleepy
eyes . Li was coming out of the bathroom, and I rushed forward. I shoved Li into the bathroom, then
rained punches on her. Li struggled and fought back, saying, "Are you crazy?" I said I was crazy.
The beating continued.

By the time our daughter started crying loudly outside the door, we were both exhausted. I opened the door, hugged my daughter tightly
, and said, "Daughter, let Mom bring you back after the holiday. Daddy has to go back tonight."

As I slammed the door and left, Li's sobs continued. The city lights were bright, hailed as
the most beautiful night view in all of China. But to me, every light seemed to mock me…

Chapter Thirty:

I walked alone in the brightly lit city. Go back to my hometown? There were no more buses home. Take a taxi?
But in the distant city, there was no longer a warm body and a warm heart waiting for me. Houses and
hotels are everywhere; how could I dare stay there? Just a few hours ago, in one of these hotels,
a strange man's enormous penis was being forcefully thrust into Li's vagina.
Images flashed through my mind: my wife and her lover having sex in various positions on the pristine white sheets of a hotel bed. My heart
felt like it was being brutally kneaded by a pair of giant hands—was that the work of a vengeful god? In this world,
there are many But for most, it's the cycle of cause and effect, the inevitable retribution: you defile another's wife and daughters, and your wife and daughters will be
defiled by someone else. It's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't arrived yet.

Where could I go? My phone had rung countless times, and as soon as I saw that familiar name, I hung up
without hesitation . It was Li calling me back. Could I go back? I could say with certainty that in the
apartment Li rented, on the bed, on the sofa, in the bathroom, every corner reeked of my wife and that man.
The room was filled with the mingled
made my heart ache, like being pricked by needles, cut by a knife, bleeding...

The city lights everywhere seemed to flash alluring eyes, but beneath them lay reinforced concrete, hard and ruthless.
Passing by a massage parlor called "Little Rainbow Thai," I saw several women inside, dressed flamboyantly
in low-cut blouses and miniskirts, their eyes full of seduction. I wondered: Do they have boyfriends? Or
husbands? I had nowhere else to go; perhaps this massage parlor was my best refuge. Just as I hesitated, a
woman approached with a beaming smile, whispering, "Boss, wanna have some fun? A new
girl !"

I followed her into the massage parlor. Several girls sat side-by-side on the sofa.
One girl with bangs, full breasts, and timid eyes looked like a student! I cursed inwardly, "
This shitty society! Students are like prostitutes, and prostitutes act like students!"

We went into the inner room, which was a series of tiny cubicles, only three or four square meters each, separated by three layers of partitions. The girl
suddenly became more open; the student revealed her true prostitute nature. She started undressing, and seeing I didn't move,
she looked at me with surprise and asked, "Why aren't you taking your clothes off?

" I asked, "How do you do massages?"

She hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know how to massage."

I asked, "Then why do you have a massage parlor sign outside?

" She said, "That's the rule. Should we sign it 'sex parlor'?"

I felt embarrassed. Yes, in some places these days, what's on the sign and what's actually done
are completely different . So-called mature people know that schools are not just places to educate, but also
places to instigate; hospitals are not just places to heal, but also places to kill; police stations are not just
places to fight organized crime, but also places for organized crime… Of course, massage parlors are not just places to massage, but also
places for sex.

But perhaps—in this world, the biggest lie is love and marriage? A marriage certificate
represents not just happiness, but also betrayal and pain!

For years, I've never been to a massage parlor like this. The thought of that transactional, piston-like movement
is enough to make me nauseous. Is it because I've never lacked women in my life?

But tonight, I inexplicably walked into this filthy place.

The girl skillfully stimulated my penis with her full breasts, then took out a condom and put it on me.
Then she spread her legs, and the opening that swallows and spits out all sorts of penises every day began its routine opening. Then she gestured for me
to penetrate.

I still stupidly asked a nonsensical question: "How many times have you been today?"

She smiled shyly: "I just came today! You're the first."

Perhaps this is the same answer every time. If the next man asks, she'll answer the same way.

But it still makes me feel happy. When I penetrated, it was surprisingly wet inside, which greatly surprised me.
I started thrusting hard. The girl started moaning: Ah~ Ha—Ah~ Ha—Ah~ Ha…

I was a little touched; what a dedicated young woman. Although her moans were so affected, they
were still so much better than my wife's silence and outright rejection. Her professional moans were like a shot of strong liquor, temporarily numbing me.
I forgot the pathetic feeling of walking alone on the street just now, I forgot the various photos on my wife's phone,
I forgot that tonight I was a homeless, pathetic wretch.

Yes, I forgot that I was a loser. The girl's moans made me feel like a man, and then I
did something incredibly stupid.

I actually tried to kiss her, and she was clearly surprised. She shook her head, trying her best to avoid my lips.

I finally remembered something someone once said: a woman can have sex with someone she has no feelings for, but she will never
kiss someone she has no feelings for. This reminded me of Li Lai—she hadn't kissed me for years
.

Who had she been kissing all these years? Who was that girl thinking about? Her lover? But she was beneath me, enduring my wave
after wave of thrusts. What would her lover think?
What would he think if I took a picture of penetration and showed it to her boyfriend? Thinking of this, I shuddered, and a stream of semen gushed out, hitting
the tip of the plastic condom. Poor thing! The girl let out a long moan, perfectly in response. Then she quickly
cleaned up the mess.

When I left "Little Rainbow Thai Style," I felt a little better. I suddenly realized that places like this
weren't necessarily dirtier than real-life relationships. Aren't those clandestine affairs, those blatant
one-night stands, those scheming seductions and advances, those unethical and shameless deceptions and betrayals even
more despicable than this place?

I squeezed into an internet cafe. A few couples were scattered around, or perhaps they weren't really lovers. I
opened QQ, looking at the grayed-out avatars. Among them were Jing, Xiu, Yan, and even Xiaolin.
In my life, they had once been like dew-kissed roses, so vibrant, so beautiful. But now, they
were all somewhere I knew, blooming brilliantly or withering away.

I found Li's alternate account. I clicked and added her to my blacklist.

Then I turned on the music player and found a song by Andy Hui. Andy Hui's melancholic voice, like a series of iron pestles,
struck my heart with each word: "My closest lover, yet you hurt me the deepest, why did you love someone else behind my back?
A woman's gentle nature hides a cold needle, life is unclear yet I yearn for eternity, love, layer upon layer, is torn apart..."

I pressed the repeat button, then curled up deep in the sofa, turning the headphone volume up to the maximum.
I closed my eyes, and tears flowed silently.

The next day, I numbly boarded the bus home. My phone beeped; a text message had arrived.
It was from Jing: "Guang, how's the matter at the Education Bureau?"

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