【Semen Spots】(00-2.4) Author: Jianming (The Immortal Rabbit)

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Author: Jianming (Immortal Rabbit)
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Chapter 00

Last night, after making love with Zhou Jiayi, she suddenly asked me, "Does
what still count?"

At that moment, I was wiping a drop of semen from my glans with her wet wipe. The cold wipe touching my still-
erect glans made me shiver. I thought to myself, "Why the hell do I tell this little bitch everything?"

I smiled without saying anything, got up, grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table, unscrewed it, took a couple of sips, and gestured to Zhou
Jiayi, "Want some?"

She looked a little disappointed but still smiled as she turned her head away, looking at the dim lights of the office buildings outside the window.

"Of course I will, why wouldn't I?"

I said coquettishly, bringing my head close to her chest, noticing a small patch of semen between her breasts that hadn't been wiped
clean .

"Why you shouldn't write is a question for yourself."

Zhou Jiayi continued looking out the window; it looked like it was about to snow, the air seemed frozen. I kept staring at
the small patch of semen between her breasts, wondering if I should get up and get her a tissue to wipe it off, or, well,
I hadn't tasted my own semen yet.

She looked out the window for a while, then turned back to look at me, half-jokingly saying, "You write well, and I'll be your
first reader. If even I like it, then the novel is good. In that case, I'll
translate it into English, French, and German and publish it worldwide. We'll be rich."

"You know German?"

I teased, dipping my finger in the small patch of semen, which had already liquefied somewhat. That was my third ejaculation
tonight ; during the climax, I felt like I was shooting my soul out.

"Nonsense! Aschloc!"

she then said two things I didn't understand, later explaining that it was a swear word.

"Okay!"

I nodded firmly, wiping the semen on my index finger onto the hotel pillow.

Zhou Jiayi shifted her body upwards, cupping my face with satisfaction, and said, "Alright, my great erotic writer
, now how are you going to deal with this splatter of semen on my breasts?"

I looked at her with some surprise, inwardly cursing; this little vixen was getting aroused again.

"Lick it clean!"

she said in an unquestionable tone, then pressed my face between her breasts. I stuck out my
tongue and licked the semen into my mouth; it tasted a little salty, a little fishy, but also a little sweet. My fingers touched
her nipples, feeling them harden again.

"Fuck me!"

Zhou Jiayi exhaled and said.

On the airport expressway, my phone rang. I glanced at it; it was Zhou Jiayi. Immediately,
the expression on Zhou Jiayi's face during our last time having sex flashed into my mind—like someone who had traveled the world, exhausted yet
utterly satisfied.

My penis pounded inside her vagina, her left hand kneading her breasts, her right hand stroking
her clitoris, calling my name, and then she climaxed. During the final sprint, she looked at me with a dreamy
expression and said in French, "Mondieu, beaugar? on."

Thinking of this, I was distracted. The windshield reflected Zhou Jiayi's slightly closed eyes
as . I blinked hard, and in the next second or so, I realized my car had long since
veered off the road and was hurtling towards the median at 90 kilometers per hour.

(Yes, I also glanced at the speedometer.)

Then, I subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror—no cars. Immediately, I turned the steering wheel to the left, the car swaying
violently . My mind was already conjuring up the worst possible outcome:

tonight, I'd give Li Tong the excuse of meeting a client at the Changfugong Hotel. Although I really was at the Changfugong
Hotel, I'd actually take Zhou Jiayi from the entrance hall to the bathtub in the bathroom, then to the bed in the bedroom,
the desk, and even the closet.

I could almost guarantee that I still smelled Zhou Jiayi's perfume on my neck, that
the birthday gift she gave me was on the passenger seat, and that I still had her bodily fluids on my penis.

If an accident happened, after ruling out murder, the police would find
traces . They would tell my wife without any hesitation: "Your husband is having an affair; we found
another woman's traces on him." This would be equivalent to Li Tong's image of her good husband, who worked tirelessly for the family day and night,
being pushed into an abyss.

"I can't die!"

I thought to myself, determined.

All of this happened in just over a second. Based on my understanding of this car's 60,000+ kilometers
, I turned the steering wheel to the right again, silently prayed, and slammed on the gas. The seat jolted
against my back, and the Saab 9-5 wagon, manufactured in June 2011, roared forward like a bull
. After swaying from side to side, it finally straightened up, and my tears burst forth.

I pulled the car over to the emergency lane, got out, lit a cigarette, and with trembling hands, took out my phone and dialed Zhou Jiayi:
"I almost had an accident just now. Remember, don't fucking call me while I'm driving!"

I practically yelled the last sentence. There

was a moment of silence on her end, then she said calmly, "I just wanted to remind you that you put my underwear in
your suit pocket. Remember to throw it away before you get home."

She paused for two seconds, then hung up.

I breathed heavily, slid down the car door, took two more deep drags on my cigarette, and reached into my suit pocket
. My fingers touched the soft texture of women's underwear and a small damp stain. I closed my eyes,
remembering I had pinned Zhou Jiayi down in the entryway as soon as she walked in, and that's when I must have casually pulled off the underwear and put it in
my suit pocket.

I sent Zhou Jiayi a WeChat message: Thank you, I'm home.

She immediately replied: Okay.

I stubbed out my cigarette, looked at the lights of my neighborhood that were already showing in the distance, and got back into the car.

Seeing me open the door looking lost and disoriented, Li Tong didn't suspect anything, because I usually came home
like this. She was wearing a silk nightgown, and you could see she wasn't wearing a bra underneath; the outlines of her nipples
were faintly visible . She took slippers from the shoe cabinet and threw them in front of me. I hung my coat on the hanger and
went into the living room in my suit. The TV was playing "The Voice of China," I don't know which episode it was, but I walked through the living room straight to the bathroom.

"I made you some chicken soup, it's in the kitchen. I'm going to watch TV in the bedroom,"

Li Tong said from outside the bathroom.

I had just washed my face at the sink and mumbled a reply. I heard Li Tong's slippers enter
our bedroom, and I almost collapsed in the bathroom. For about half a minute,
Zhou Jiayi's body in the hotel and the terrifying scene on the way there were still flashing before my eyes. Then I realized my penis was getting engorged, and I was hard again.

I took Zhou Jiayi's underwear out of my suit pocket, put it on my penis, and started masturbating, imagining
myself fucking Zhou Jiayi from behind in the bathroom at home.

Her skin was as smooth and white as ice cream; her hair was loose, and the faint
scent of Dior perfume lingered on her neck. Her hands gripped the sink, her breasts drooping naturally, swaying rhythmically
back and forth with my thrusts. She spoke her favorite lewd words in German and French, then stroked her
clitoris , reaching orgasm…

I glanced down; my tired penis had only ejaculated a few nearly transparent drops of liquid onto Zhou Jiayi's
silk panties, which quickly seeped in, becoming an ugly stain, looking like a thin
, huddled beast.

I calmed my breathing, then crumpled up the silk panties stained with my semen,
threw them the trash, and crumpled up some toilet paper to cover them. From the outside, you couldn't tell
there was a woman's panties underneath.

Then I took a shower, dried myself, threw my dirty clothes in the washing machine, and returned to the living room to check the
clock: 1:35 AM. I went to the bedroom to say goodnight to Li Tong; she was still watching TV.

Then I went back to the study, turned on the computer, created a new document, and began writing the first
sentence : Last night, after making love with Zhou Jiayi, she suddenly asked me, "
Does what you said about wanting to write an erotic novel still count?"

Chapter 11

First of all, I must admit that I deeply love my wife, Li Tong. Because at this moment, I am
drinking the chicken soup she personally cooked for me, and I cannot deny my feelings for Li Tong.

From meeting to engagement, a year; from engagement to marriage, a year; from marriage to now, five years
. The seven-year itch, this worldly description of restlessness, seems to only manifest in me.

Although for a long time, I was also hopelessly addicted to Li Tong's body. Back then, she
was as young and transparent as a glass of ice water, refreshing and comforting. We
made love ; I went in and out of her body, as if my soul was churning between heaven and hell.

We've explored every imaginable sexual fantasy—normal, abnormal, gentle, rough, serious
, perverse—to the point that for a long time afterward, I even thought that having
Li Tong's body and feelings for me was enough for the rest of my life.

But the truth is, it's been over three months since we last made love.

That day was her birthday. At the Kempinski Hotel Lufthansa, on the executive suite's large bed, we completed 20 minutes of passion in the most traditional
missionary position. Then I got up to check my emails on my computer, while she watched TV
and drank an entire bottle of champagne.

The next day was a bright sunny day. I flew to Shenyang on a business trip, and she went home to do laundry and hang up the blankets.

Thinking about all this, I feel endless guilt towards Li Tong. But it's this guilt that makes me erect again after each
ejaculation , penetrating the still-warm vaginas of other women. I love
her, I love her with an almost hateful intensity.

I often dream that I'm hopelessly old, and Li Tong is beside me, yet as young as when we first
met. Whenever I think about making love to her again, I wake up startled.

Sometimes she's lying right next to me, and as I pant and pull off her pajamas, she wakes up and
looks at me like I'm a stranger, neither rejecting nor responding, just staring at me. And I,
usually, just collapse like a limp rag at that moment. Then I laugh at myself for being such an idiot, and then turn over and go back to sleep.

Chapter 1-2

The next day, I lay on the sofa in Zhou Jiayi's clinic, telling her about the things I'd thought about the night before
, and tears welled up in my eyes without me even realizing it. Zhou Jiayi was behind me, and her hand reached out to touch my neck.
Her hand was cold, and it slid down my clothes, took out my phone, and dialed Li Tong's number.

While I was still in shock, she turned over and sat on me, silently unbuttoning her white coat,
Ports grey suit, CK white shirt, and bra, then skillfully unbuckled my belt,
took out my slightly erect penis, and started stroking it in her mouth.

My penis quickly became erect, and the call was connected.

"Honey?"

Li Tong must be in the mall; I could hear the mall's characteristic music playing around her.

"Yeah, nothing. I was just asking if I brought a black file folder home last night."

I looked at Zhou Jiayi, and she looked back at me, my penis moving in and out of her mouth.

"I didn't see you bring any files home. You went straight to the bathroom when you got home last night. Could you have left it there
?"

Li Tong didn't notice my unease; her tone was as unsettlingly calm as ever.

"Oh, I was just asking,"

Zhou Jiayi began to moan softly, and my glans started to swell.

"What are you doing this afternoon?"

"I'm buying some things at Joy City. I haven't planned on anything this afternoon,"

Li Tong said.

"Want to have afternoon tea together?"

I asked, looking into Zhou Jiayi's eyes.

Zhou Jiayi hadn't expected me to say that. She sped up her movements in a slightly retaliatory way, then sat up, pulled down
her underwear , straightened my penis, and sat down abruptly, her eyes filled with anger as she looked at me.

"This afternoon? I'm meeting a close friend in Xidan this afternoon, so I might be busy. Didn't you say you were going to
your parents' house for dinner tonight? I thought you'd probably be there this afternoon, so..."

Li Tong explained anxiously. My penis began to feel sensitive, and Zhou Jiayi on top of me
quickened her pace, even letting out soft moans.

"It's nothing, I was just asking. I'm going to my parents' house for dinner tonight, I'll be back around 10 pm,"

I said, looking at Zhou Jiayi's wanton body.

Zhou Jiayi suddenly whispered in my ear, "Tell her there's still 1 hour until 10 pm..."
"0 hours. I'll squeeze every last drop of your semen out of you and then let you go back."

"Okay, you're busy. I'll hang up now,"

Li Tong said, hanging up the phone.

Just as I took the phone away from my ear, Zhou Jiayi let out a loud scream. This humiliating
stimulation overwhelmed me. I lifted her off me, pressed her onto the sofa, and thrust from behind,
inserting her vagina. Then I pumped violently, and Zhou Jiayi let out a relieved groan.

"Why didn't you tell her?"

Zhou Jiayi turned her head and asked me, panting.

"Tell her what?"

I ignored her and continued to thrust into her from behind.

"Tell her I'm going to squeeze every last drop of your semen out of you and then let you go back,"

Zhou Jiayi said fiercely, biting her lip.

"Is that interesting?"

I asked.

"Interesting! I want you to think about her while you're fucking me."

"What if I'm fucking her while thinking about you?"

"No, I want your cock, not your feelings."

"Damn it, you perverted slut!"

I cursed, slapping Zhou Jiayi's ass, leaving a five-finger mark.

This excited Zhou Jiayi even more: "Yes, like that, curse me, fuck me to death!"

"Does your husband fuck you like this, and curse you like this too?"

I deliberately provoked her.

"No, he wouldn't... Ah, I'm going to orgasm, hurry, fuck me harder!"

Zhou Jiayi cried out.

Clearly, mentioning her husband excited her even more; perhaps she was fantasizing about her fat husband
peeking through the blinds of the clinic, watching me fuck his wife. I thrust forward even harder, and Zhou
Jiayi screamed as she orgasmed, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her arms giving way, collapsing onto the sofa.

I know this little bitch too well. I didn't give her a chance to breathe. I flipped her over, spread her
legs , and thrust my penis into her vagina again.

Zhou Jiayi gasped and cried out, "No, I'm going to pee!"

"You slut! When have I never made you pee?"

"Every time... I make you pee,"

Zhou Jiayi cried, her voice trembling, "I really can't take it anymore, I'm going to pee..."

"Does your husband make you pee?"

"No! He's already soft, he can't get hard! Ah! It's hitting the spot!" "

That's not right, I've seen him in shorts, his penis is huge." "

It's all fat, you can't even see your own penis when it's hard."

"Do you want your husband to see how I make you pee?"

"No! Ah! It's hitting the spot again, I'm going to pee!"

"Let me see what your slutty cunt looks like when it pees!" "

I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore! Ah!!"

Zhou Jiayi screamed.

I took her panties from the sofa and stuffed them into her mouth, which excited her even more. I felt
a warm flow at the tip of my penis, and then my testicles felt the same.

I pulled my penis out, and Zhou Jiayi's vagina spurted out a stream of fluid, spraying directly onto my abdomen
and thighs. She convulsed like a fish just pulled ashore, then collapsed onto
the sofa .

I sat on the sofa, watching Zhou Jiayi, her hair disheveled, kneeling beside me, her eyes open, but I couldn't
tell what she was looking at. After about a minute, she licked her lips, knelt on the floor, and slowly took off all her
clothes, skirt, and stockings. Then, like a bitch, she knelt down and started licking from my toes—this was
our master-slave dynamic.

She slowly licked from my toes upwards, my calves, my thighs, all the way up to my still erect penis, taking it
into her mouth and beginning to stroke and suck. After wetting my penis, she began to give me a blowjob,
her eyes glazed over, murmuring:

"This is me, the woman you see, a slutty woman. Every day when I think of you, I masturbate on
this sofa. Sometimes I use a ballpoint pen to penetrate myself, sometimes I use the vibrator you gave me. I
orgasm while calling your name, I think of your cock while looking at the sun outside the window. Whenever I think of you,
my orgasms are incredibly intense, as if you're really fucking me.

You see, I'm your little bitch, my cunt is wet every day. I want to show you
the most slutty, shameless side of women in this world, the most thirsty,
like .

I want you to think of her slutty face whenever you see a woman from now on—your clients, your colleagues,
your friends, your wife's friends, all women. Whenever you see their faces, you'll think of them giving you
oral sex." "Imagine you fucking me,

imagine you shooting your semen on their faces, inside their vaginas, on their breasts, their clothes, their underwear
, their legs, their feet, their hair, and then you'll think of me. You'll

think of me, Zhou Jiayi, that slutty woman, cheating on her husband with another man,
loving this man's body, his penis, and his semen, giving everything to this man—my breasts
, my mouth, my vagina, my asshole.

Where else have you fucked me? My hands, the backs of my legs, the backs of my arms, my armpits, and where else? My
neck, as long as there's a hole in my body, you'll thrust in without hesitation. All those
places he can't even imagine, you've fucked them all, you're tired of them all! Isn't that right?"

When Zhou Jiayi said these words, her eyes looked at me innocently, her tone gentle, her rhythm slow, like she
was reading a patient's medical history.
Then I climaxed, ejaculating semen more than half a meter high, landing on her face, her hair, her breasts,
and her legs. I lay wearily on the sofa, and she curled up in my arms
. I grabbed a blanket and covered us both.

"Do you like it when I say these lewd things?"

she asked, her voice still gentle.

"Yes, it makes me feel like you really are that lewd,"

I said.

"I really am that lewd. I want every drop of your semen to be on me every day,"

she said gently. Those obscene words, spoken in that tone—yes
, that's what I understood as lewdness.

We woke up once during the session. Zhou Jiayi went outside the clinic to get a glass of water, and we drank it and slept
for a while longer.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a little after 4 PM. Zhou Jiayi was sitting in front of the computer, wearing a white coat. Seeing that I
was awake, she came over to my side and kissed me.

"I'm completely drained, really, I can't go on,"

I whispered.

"Go to hell! Who wants to go on? Damn it, I've realized that it's impossible to have a normal conversation with you, so
I have to do it in a perverted way, right?"

Zhou Jiayi pushed me away, half-sarcastically.

I laughed and got up to find my clothes, only to find that she had already neatly folded them and placed them on the coffee table next to the sofa
.

"Are you really going back to your parents' place for dinner?"

she asked.

"Yeah, I've been saying that for days."

"By the way, I'm going to Portland next week for an academic conference, it'll be about two weeks."

"Hmm,"

I replied, then added after a moment's thought, "No, you're worried I'll mess around with other women during those two weeks,
so you're draining me dry every day before letting me go, right? After this treatment, our relationship is better, and I've become gay too
. Dr. Zhou, that's quite a vicious tactic, isn't it?"

"Go to hell! Don't you even remember who seduced whom in the first place? And you still have the nerve to talk to me about draining me dry."

Zhou Jiayi took out a cigarette from my coat pocket, lit it skillfully, and said,

"Just kidding."

I leaned down to kiss her neck, still smelling that familiar perfume. I saw her
snow-white breasts under her white coat and involuntarily reached out to grasp them.

Zhou Jiayi let out a soft moan, turned her head, and we kissed again…

Chapter 1-3

The Last Time It was quick. She sat on her desk facing me, and I held her buttocks as I thrust in and out. Looking at
the photo of her and her husband on the desk, I climaxed in about 20 minutes. She knelt on the floor, and I ejaculated on Zhou Jiayi's
face and chest. She actually sucked up the last drop of my semen with her mouth, and then let me go home.

When I left the clinic, I glanced back at her office. The light was still on. I thought she was probably packing
her clothes, and perhaps I would have to go home in clothes stained with my own urine tonight.

The dry, cold air of Beijing winters brings back many details of the past, such as
the scene of my first meeting with Zhou Jiayi.

About half a year ago, I was troubled by insomnia and came to Zhou Jiayi's psychological clinic on the recommendation of a friend. The Beijing
clinic was her second clinic; there was another one in Hong Kong, mainly managed by her husband.

When I first met Zhou Jiayi, her Mandarin was not fluent, and her white coat did not arouse me at all
, but her Cantonese-accented Mandarin made our communication very interesting.

However, in less than a year, her Mandarin became so fluent that no one could tell she had an accent. I asked her how she
did it, and she said she tuned the clinic's TV to the news channel and listened while reciting, doing this for three whole months,
and that's how she is now.

I burst out laughing when I heard that, and said I liked her using the tone of a CCTV announcer to utter those lewd
words. She pinched my thigh and cursed in Cantonese, "Damn you!"

As the car approached Wanshou Road, I remembered that a colleague from Northeast China had brought me two bottles of local baijiu last week
. Seeing that I still had some time, I thought I'd go home to get the liquor. I called my mom to let her know, and then turned around and headed onto
the Third Ring Road .

I remembered the first time I drank baijiu with Zhou Jiayi. To thank her for treating me as a patient, I treated her to hot pot at Donglaishun
in Shuangjing . I brought a bottle of Erguotou, a gift from a client, and told her that hot pot mutton must be eaten with Erguotou
to really enjoy it.

She took a small sip and said it tasted like medical alcohol, and I burst out laughing.

That night, after we finished that bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), I took a taxi to send her home. When she got out, she was a little
unsteady , so I gently put my arm around her waist. I felt how supple her waist was. A
close friend from medical school in college once told me that women with supple waists are skilled in bed.

She wasn't angry about this encounter; instead, she smiled at me amicably. I felt our friendship
had deepened.

Three days later, in the afternoon, on the 16th floor of the Changfugong Hotel, I ejaculated into her mouth for the first time.
At that moment , I finally confirmed my college friend's assessment: beneath Zhou Jiayi's seemingly aloof white coat
lay a thirsty and lustful soul.

I forget how many times we did it that day. Having been deprived of sex for so long, I was like a child, endlessly
wanting more, while she, having been deprived of sex for so long, was like a released prisoner, indulging in a way that was almost
self-torture. That was also the first time I learned her story and bravely entered her life.

Zhou Jiayi graduated from Hong Kong Baptist University with a major in psychology. She then pursued a master's degree at Duke University in the United States.
After graduation, her advisor introduced her to her first internship at a clinic, where she met her current husband
, who was also the owner of that clinic.

According to Zhou Jiayi, there are only two kinds of relationships between men and women: a genuine emotional relationship
and a genuine physical relationship; a relationship where both body and emotion are intertwined does not exist. She and her husband
only had an emotional connection; their physical connection ended six months before their marriage.

After their marriage, her husband had an affair with a Japanese female intern at the clinic, which she caught them in bed
together. From then on, she had no emotional connection with him, only a business relationship.

After the affair was discovered, her husband truly felt remorse and the preciousness of their relationship, but Zhou Jiayi's
heart was already barren. She returned to Hong Kong from the United States to open her first clinic, and her husband even closed his clinic in the United States
to return to Hong Kong to help her, but she still couldn't return to their past life.
One time, her husband, after drinking, tied her to the bedroom in a manner almost like rape and had sex with her for
an entire weekend. That sexual encounter made her realize two things: first, there was no longer
any ; second, she enjoyed the pure feeling of being violated and humiliated.

She said the second feeling made her feel like she was retaliating against the first; she felt that being violated by a stranger
would alleviate some of her hatred for her husband. She said her mind had become twisted. She could help many people
overcome their mental illnesses, but she couldn't help herself. Just as a hairdresser can cut other people's hair but can't
cut her own, she said her job was to deceive people's minds, but she couldn't deceive herself.

Thinking about this, I sighed. While waiting at the red light at Sanyuanqiao, I lit a cigarette. I considered
calling Li Tong to tell her I was going home, but then I thought she was probably shopping with her best friend, so I decided against it.

Zhou Jiayi was of average height, around 165cm, and her looks were average too, somewhat resembling a Japanese actress I liked
, Honjo Sayuri. In the gaudy world of Japanese adult film actresses, Honjo wasn't considered particularly beautiful; her figure
was average, her looks were average, and she was older. What attracted me was
the sincerity and desire she displayed with any male actor she was paired with.

This was very similar to Zhou Jiayi; she would truly use all her strength to squeeze every last drop of semen from your body
. Thinking about this, my penis seemed to twitch again. This woman was simply a devil.

At our most intense, almost every time we met, even on the last ejaculation, the pleasure was still there,
but I clearly felt that what I ejaculated wasn't semen, but just lymph fluid.

Afterwards, she would feel ashamed, feeling that she had exploited me too much. So she took me to all sorts of Cantonese
restaurants in Beijing for nourishing soups. I found it quite funny, feeling like she was keeping me as a gigolo, my job being to
please and satisfy her with my genitals.

Thinking about it this way, we even switched roles, with her as the master and me as the slave. We
had a few really good experiences. One weekend, in a hotel, she blindfolded me, tied
my limbs to the bed, and used every method she knew: lewd talk, normal intercourse, anal sex, oral sex, breast sex,
masturbation, until I ejaculated. After that, I almost lost my morning erections for a week.

She asked me, "Are you afraid of me?"

I said, "As long as I have a shred of strength left, I want to fuck you to death!"

I remembered saying those words when Li Tong and I were at our most intimate. Back then, unlike
now, I didn't feel tired in bed; I just wanted to thrust and thrust some more.

Li Tong said that when she made love to me back then, it felt like there was nothing more meaningful in the world than sex
. When happy, we could celebrate with sex; when sad, sex could comfort us;
when anxious, sex could relieve us. It seems like these were the only three emotions we had when we were young. Aside from
eating and sleeping, there really wasn't much else to do.

During one climax, I even said I wanted to ejaculate all my semen
into Li Tong's body at once. She was wrapped tightly around me with her legs, my glans pressed against her cervix
, and I ejaculated violently. It truly felt like I was releasing all my semen into her.

With only one intersection left to go home, I parked the car on the side of the road, carefully checked my body, and
after finding nothing amiss, drove into the residential area. I know that life is unpredictable, and I truly love Li Tong and don't want her to be hurt
because of my mistakes.

I remembered last year, when I had arranged for these two to meet. It was at
a open day, where our friends and family came to visit and learn about the work of everyone in each position
.

I invited two clients, Zhou Jiayi, and Li Tong. At the lawn party,
when I introduced Li Tong to Zhou Jiayi, her naturalness and enthusiasm made me think that women (especially
women having affairs) are simply born actresses.

I chatted with a client nearby, watching these two women laughing and talking, and I was filled with
mixed emotions. After the party, Zhou Jiayi found an opportunity to lean closer to me and whispered, "Your wife is falling in love with me
." Thinking she was drunk, I joked, "That's good, that's good."

I composed myself, anticipating Li Tong's return, opened the door, and was about to habitually say, " I
'm home," when I looked down and saw Li Tong's cashmere cardigan on the floor. This was clearly not Li Tong's style. A Virgo, she
'd arrange even her slippers neatly; how could she have left her cashmere cardigan on the floor?

The first thought that flashed through my mind was: Something's wrong.

In Chapter 1-4

, when we moved to our new house, I took it upon myself to sell our wedding bed and replace it with this steel-framed bed
. After we got married, we sometimes played bondage games, and the steel-framed bed was very comfortable with that.

I remember I preferred a softer mattress, while she preferred a firmer one, so to accommodate my sleep,
we chose a softer one. We selected 60-count Egyptian long-staple cotton bedding, a New Zealand
alpaca blanket, and goose down pillows.

And now, on that very bed I had carefully chosen, Li Tong, my wife, was
entwined in a passionate embrace with a girl I didn't even know, so engrossed that she
didn't .

The girl noticed me first, letting out a scream, and then Li Tong turned around and saw me too. The two quickly
separated, and I saw that Li Tong was wearing a double-headed dildo, the longer end inserted into the girl's
vagina, and the shorter end into her own.

They immediately pulled the blanket up to cover themselves, the girl burying her head in the pillow, while Li Tong looked at me like I was a
monster —the first time in a long time that she had looked at me with such affection.

"Why are you back?"

Li Tong asked.

"I came back to get some wine. You guys...?"

I froze, instinctively telling the truth, but immediately, or rather almost simultaneously, my emotions
collapsed .

I felt my lips trembling, pointing at them, but I didn't know what to say. I wanted to turn and leave
, but my legs felt like lead. I wanted to take a step forward, but those two seemed to be in a strange realm
, and I couldn't get close at all.

Instantly, I collapsed to the ground. I felt like I was going to cry. I crawled out of the bedroom with all my might. Li Tong
called after me, but all I could hear was a low rumbling sound, vibrating from my eardrums to my scalp at
a strange frequency. I even felt like vomiting.

I was practically crawling on the ground. Those who have seen "The Wolf of Wall Street" should remember the scene where
Leonardo DiCaprio crawls back to the Ferrari after a drug overdose. That's exactly how I felt.

I turned around and saw Li Tong get up, wrapped in a blanket, running towards me. I felt like she was a demon
about to rush at me and devour me. I hurried towards the living room, looked up and saw my wedding photo with Li Tong,
then everything went black, and I fainted.

Chapter 21

I parked my car in front of the Starbucks downstairs at Yingke Building and asked Li Tong if she wanted to come in and sit down. She shook her head,
so I got out to buy her a coffee. When I opened the car door after returning, I noticed she had been smoking in the car. I handed her the coffee
and rolled down the window.

For a moment, we both just looked out the window, waiting for the other to break the silence. During that time
, the image of Li Tong and that girl in bed no longer flashed before my eyes; instead, many
sweet moments from when I was with Li Tong

floated back. We met through a friend's introduction. At that time, Li Tong was working at a media company in Guomao.
I met her for the first time at a friend's birthday party.

She had recently broken up with her ex-boyfriend, and being single again made her carefree. She drank quite a bit,
and during our casual conversation, we discovered that we were actually elementary school classmates; I graduated two years before her.

After that dinner, we exchanged letters, but then I was transferred to Shanghai for work for six months
, and we kept in touch intermittently. When I returned to Beijing, it was winter, and I saw her again at an elementary school
reunion.

Unlike six months ago, she seemed somewhat lonely and aloof. She didn't react much to me,
casually ate her meal, and didn't participate in our conversation. Later, my job was transferred back
to Beijing, and we kept in touch more.

Once, she told me she was having dinner with friends on Guijie Street and asked if I wanted to join them. Hearing we were all strangers,
I politely declined, but jokingly said I could pick her up if she got too drunk.

After hanging up, I almost forgot about it. Around 1 a.m., she called to say she hadn't disappointed
me and was finally drunk, asking if I could pick her up.

I had just finished two cans of beer at home and, half-laughing, half-crying,
called to confirm there wouldn't be any checks that night. Then, I cautiously drove from Wangjing to Guijie Street
.

At the entrance of Hu Da, I called her to come out, but she insisted I come in. Once inside, wow,
I experienced firsthand the antics of her PR-working sisters.

Around 3 a.m., slightly drunk, I drove her friends home (one of whom
lived in Tongzhou). After dropping off the three friends, it was already 4:30 a.m. When I was about to take her home, I found her
asleep in the passenger seat.

I put her on my bed, took a shower, and returned to the bedroom. It was already broad daylight. I drew
the curtains, stood at the bedroom door for a while, and then went back to bed to start undressing her.

As I unzipped her top, she slightly opened her eyes, glanced at me, and said, "Use a condom, it's not my safe period.
"

I couldn't help but laugh, thinking: I wasn't even planning on messing around, and you've already thought of everything. Honestly
, I'm not kidding. She had been drinking and hadn't removed her makeup. I just wanted to help her undress so she could sleep; I really didn't
intend to mess around with her.

To show my sincerity, after undressing her completely, I moved her to the edge of the bed and lay down on the other side myself. I wondered
what she would think of me when she woke up a few hours later and found out we hadn't done anything.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and go to sleep, Li Tong got up, took a shower as if she were at home, then
took a shirt from my closet and changed into it. She even called to ask for leave, took a bottle of water from the kitchen
and placed it on my bedside table, then lay down next to me. I forced my eyes open and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table:
9:30 AM. Looking at her again, she was looking at me with a wide-eyed expression.

"Want to mess around?"

I asked her with my eyes closed.

"Sure,"

she smiled.

I secretly assessed my health bar; I should still have some left. A wicked smile flashed across my lips: "Okay
, I'll grant your wish!"

So I rolled over and pinned her down, tearing open her (actually, mine) shirt.
Li Tong seemed to enjoy this slightly rough action. I used the shirt to tie her hands, then leaned down and started kissing her neck, moving
downwards.

At the time, I had broken up with my previous girlfriend for almost a year, and I didn't usually go to places of ill repute,
so wasn't very confident in my abilities and methods.

What's more, I've never dated a goddess-level girl like Li Tong. The girls I've dated the most, and
the ones I like the most, are the girl-next-door type—whether they're older sisters or younger sisters, I like them all
.

But from the moment Li Tong let out her first moan, I realized, to hell with ability and method, no matter
what kind of girl you're on top of, hormones will tell you how to subdue her.

That morning, the sunlight shone warmly on our naked bodies as we writhed on the bed. Thanks to her
friends for the beer they poured for me, we made love for over an hour.

Later, Li Tong told me that the last ten minutes or so were almost the most wonderful moments of her sexual history,
almost every second filled with excitement and mild orgasms.

She was like someone dying of thirst in the desert, and each of my thrusts was like a healing icy water.
From beginning to end, her expression was dazed, with a pleasant smile on her lips.

During the final sprint, I sped up. She slightly opened her eyes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said
, "I'm about to climax, but you can't ejaculate inside."

I asked her, "Where?"

She gasped, "Anywhere is fine, just not inside."

(At that time, we were lying on our sides, facing me. I curled her legs up and held them close. Yes,
it was the difficult position that Tony Leung and Tang Wei used in the movie "Lust, Caution," but it wasn't actually that hard.)

"Open your eyes. I want you to watch me ejaculate,"

I said.

Li Tong didn't react for a moment and let out a soft "Ah." I felt myself pulling
out ejaculating onto her lower abdomen. Li Tong watched the streams of semen shoot onto her lower abdomen,
took a deep breath with a sense of satisfaction, and hugged me tightly. The sticky semen rubbed between our
bodies, creating a strange sensation, like a hand caressing velvet.

Li Tong breathed heavily in my ear and said, "This is the best one-time experience I've ever had."

Then she stopped breathing as if she had stopped. For a few seconds, I started to worry.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and cried out, her body trembling. She said in a tearful voice, "I've come."

We didn't even have the strength to wipe ourselves with tissues before we fell asleep...

That day was Friday, and for the rest of the weekend, we stayed in bed
almost . Until around 11 pm on Sunday, she picked up her phone, checked it, and said she had to go home
, otherwise her dad would get suspicious. I said okay, I'll take you home.

When I got out of bed, I found myself a little unsteady on my feet.

After that, we were together almost every day. Sometimes, even during short breaks at lunchtime, we
'd book a room at a budget hotel near her company to have sex.

Gradually, I trained her from someone who only knew a few positions to a proficient
little slut skilled in all kinds of positions, oral sex, and masturbation. In the following months, we started experimenting with role-playing, toys, outdoor exhibitionism,
SM, and so on.

That year, during the National Day holiday, a friend of ours got married, and she was a bridesmaid. We
had sex again in a suite at the wedding hotel. For the first time, I felt that sex with clothes on was more fun than sex naked. During my climax, I called out
her name and said, "I love you, Li Tong." That time she was especially emotional, hugging my neck and saying she loved me too.

Then, naturally, we met each other's parents, they were satisfied, we got engaged; we picked a date, they were satisfied, we got married; I said she shouldn't
work , I'd support her, she was satisfied, she quit her job; then, I quit mine and started my own company; we bought a new house
, I bought a new car.

On my 33rd birthday, she gave me a pair of cufflinks with our initials on them.
That night, when we made love, Li Tong cried and said, "You haven't made love with me in so long."

That's when I realized: Oh my god, we've been together for 7 years.

Chapter 2.2

"I'm cold."

Li Tong said, and I came to my senses and rolled up the car window.

"When did you meet that girl?"

I asked her.

"About half a year ago."

Li Tong said, her eyes lowered, putting down the Starbucks heat protector she was playing with,
taking it with practiced ease, even a touch of sexiness.

"You discovered you were a lesbian six months ago?"

I felt a unease creeping into my heart again. Six months ago, my company had just opened, and I was
constantly traveling between Beijing and Shanghai. The unprecedented pressure tormented me; insomnia, toothaches, and migraines all
flared up almost overnight.

It was around that time that I met Zhou Jiayi. Thinking of Zhou Jiayi, my heart clenched:
it seems the seven-year itch isn't just my problem.

Li Tong sighed, turned to look at me, and said, "Jianming. Besides what just happened, is there anything
else you want to tell me?"

"Besides what just happened? You make it sound so easy. If you came home and saw me
messing around in our bed with a strange girl, how would you feel? Oh, no, I mean messing around with a strange man,
damn it! That's fucking..."

I swallowed the words that were on the tip of my tongue as I imagined that scene.

"What the hell? You mean it's fucking disgusting, right?"

Li Tong stared at me intently, then continued, "Jianming, you haven't done anything this disgusting? I
'm asking you, what's your relationship with that doctor surnamed Zhou? Six months ago, you started staying out all night, not coming home for entire nights
, not even a single phone call or text message. Jianming, do you think I'm really stupid?"

She unleashed a torrent of information, leaving me breathless.

When Zhou Jiayi was mentioned, I clearly felt my penis twitch again. I hadn't expected
Li Tong to bring up Zhou Jiayi, and I certainly hadn't expected her to seem to already know about my affair with Zhou Jiayi.
For a moment, my mind went completely blank.

"You know, the closer women are to each other, the more accurate their judgment of one another is. Jianming, you're not
exactly a nobody, do you think I don't understand the way women look at you? And
the way she looked at you? Ha, like a nun, are you kidding me? So detached, just to attend a patient
's gathering, wearing a Chanel suit? Is she a psychology student? She can't even see such an obvious
flaw graduate from?"

Li Tong became increasingly agitated, the ash in her cigarette hanging long without being flicked away. I tried to argue, but
my heart was gripped by that ash. Finally, Li Tong angrily raised her hand to smoke, and my worst fear
came : the ash landed on her clothes, but she didn't even brush it off.

I slumped my head on the steering wheel and let out a long sigh. She probably
already . I heard Li Tong sniffling, and when I turned around, I saw her crying.

I reached out to hug her. I've been with Li Tong for seven years, and I can count the number of times I've made her
cry on one hand. This must be the fourth time.

I pulled her head close, expecting her to refuse, but she didn't. She leaned on my shoulder and cried
loudly . For a few minutes, I felt that the best moment of these seven years was actually
holding her, heartbroken.

"Jianming, tell me, what do you like about her?"

Li Tong looked at me with teary eyes. I lowered my head and thought for a moment, and honestly, I couldn't say
what I liked about Zhou Jiayi. I couldn't say I liked her inherent promiscuity.

Li Tong cupped my face in her hands, her gaze making me unable to look at her. She continued, "How many times have you slept with her
?"

"At a time like this, don't talk nonsense..."

I said, trying to turn my head away, but she pulled it back, staring straight at me, and said,
"How did she make you feel good? Staying out all night, did you do it in a hotel? Or at her house
?"

"Li Tong, that's enough."

"Not enough, tell me! Where did you make love?"

"In hotels, sometimes in her clinic."

"That's exciting, huh? In the clinic."

Li Tong looked at me with a cold smile, brushed my stray hair aside,
sniffed , and slowly said, "When you slept with her, was it like when you slept with me before?
"

I didn't answer.

Li Tong snorted and continued, "I'm afraid you won't remember anything from further back. Let me ask you, last Thursday,
you told me you were meeting a client at the Changfugong Hotel, was it her?"

I nodded.

Li Tong smiled, cupped my face, and began to kiss me, whispering in my ear, "Then
demonstrate what you did that day. When she came in, did she hug you like this? Kiss your neck and ears
?"

As she spoke, Li Tong slipped her tongue into my ear.

I composed myself and asked her, "Do you really want to know what we did?"

Li Tong hummed in agreement.

I made up my mind, pushed her away, and slapped her across the face. Li Tong screamed.

"Want to know how your husband sleeps with other women? Okay, I'll show you today!"

With that, I started to untie my tie. Li Tong covered her face, about to lean in for another kiss, when I slapped
her across the face again. Then I pounced on the passenger seat, lifted her hands, and tied them behind her back on the
headrest with my tie.

Li Tong was stunned by my sudden action. Before she could recover, I reached out and flattened the passenger seat, straddled her
, pulled out my penis, and, holding the back of her head, shoved it entirely into her mouth. To my
surprise , my penis was erect.

I shoved it all the way in until Li Tong gagged, then pulled it out. While she was still catching her breath
, I ripped open her cardigan, tore open her shirt underneath, and ripped off her bra, revealing her breasts
. I turned her face to the side and said, "As soon as she entered the hotel, I pinned her against
the wall , ripped all her clothes off from behind, and then grabbed her hair and gave her oral sex."

As soon as I finished speaking, I grabbed her hair and shoved my penis back into her mouth, probably right up to her throat
, because Li Tong coughed violently. I pushed the driver's seat back, lifted her skirt, and
pulled down her panties, saying, "Then I ripped off her panties, put them in my pocket, and started fucking her!"

I half-squatted, inserting my penis into Li Tong's vagina, which was still a little dry. But I didn't care
, and started thrusting violently back and forth. In less than ten thrusts, I felt Li Tong's vagina get wet. I continued, "
I fucked her while telling her about the traffic jam I was in. I didn't let her talk; if she did, I would hit her
. Then I flipped her over and fucked her from behind!"

I flipped Li Tong over as well, raised my waist, and then inserted my penis into her vagina. Every movement
was forceful. Li Tong must have been frightened; every time I violated her, she trembled, her cries tinged with
sobs.

"She was bent over, and I walked towards the living room while fucking her, pressing her against the hotel's floor-to-ceiling window. I told her
I almost choked on a cookie in the office the other day, and that I wanted a new TV and a golden retriever.

Yes, I fucked her in front of the window while talking about these trivial things. Her pussy was wet,
it had been wet since she came in, her pubic hair was curly, and for a moment I wanted to pluck all her pubic hair out, I wanted to see her
cry, call my name, and beg me to stop.

Like now, I want to grow three dicks, one in your pussy, one in your ass, and
one in your mouth. I don't want anyone else to touch you because I love you, so I can only grow more
dicks to fill all the holes in your body, to see you cry my name in pain, but your body doesn't want me to stop
!

Li Tong, this is how I love you, your husband is a pervert, I don't want to fuck you in bed,
I..." When I get home, I'll dismantle that bed. I want to fuck you in this car, because I fucked her in this car too.

I want to fuck you on the balcony, on the kitchen sink, on the TV wall in the living room,
in the dust in the storage room, in the fire, in the water, on the ceiling.

I want to turn you into a sex doll, put you in a storage box, and take you out whenever I want to fuck you
. I'll use all my strength, thoughts, and feelings to fuck you into a living person, but without thoughts.

If you give me a child, I'll lock you in a secret room. During the day, you'll be your virtuous wife and loving mother,
and at night you'll be my sex doll, my slave, my personal property. I'll protect you with everything I have
, so I can fuck you every day! You lesbian bitch! Slut! Whore!"

My final thrusts only took three strokes, and my semen shot into Li Tong's vagina in several streams. As I
was muttering to myself, all I could hear were those words; I couldn't hear Li Tong's screams
and cries at all.

After my climax, I realized that if it weren't for the Saab's good soundproofing, Li Tong's cries
would have attracted the building's security.

I collapsed onto Li Tong, who was still sobbing. After a while, I knelt up, untied the tie
binding her hands, and took the suit jacket from the back seat, draping it over her shoulders. Li Tong rolled over, her
face blurred with tears. I held her face to my chest, wanting to say something comforting, but I didn't know what to say.

After a long while, she stopped crying, buttoned up her shirt, put the cardigan back on, draped
the suit , wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and asked me calmly, "
When you were fucking me just now, were you thinking about her?"

"No."

I had already returned to the driver's seat, lit a cigarette, and opened the sunroof.

"Jianming, let me tell you,"

she lit a cigarette, adjusted her chair, and said slowly, "I won't divorce you. You're where you are today
because of me. I won't hand you over to that Zhou guy, so don't expect me to divorce you
. I won't stop you from seeing her either. I'm not that naive. She wants your penis, I want your
life. If she wants to take what I want from me, I'll take what she wants from her."

After saying that, Li Tong turned to look at me and said, word by word, "Do you understand?"

I looked at her, wanting to laugh, but seeing her expression, I knew she wasn't joking. I asked her
, "And then?"

She took a drag of her cigarette, slowly exhaled, and smiled, saying, "That girl today was
a student . She's a lesbian, I'm not. I was just curious what it's like for two women to have sex. We've done it
three times, the first two times in the dance studio, this is the first time at home."

"You think I can forgive you just because you said all this?"

I retorted.

"I don't intend for you to forgive me, and I will never forgive you for fucking her at noon today and then shoving your dick
in my mouth without washing it."

Li Tong smiled and turned to look at me, then said, "Next time, remember, if you don't shower, dry yourself off first, because
you still need to fuck me. And then..."

She took a deep drag of her cigarette, stubbed it out in the nearly full ashtray, and slowly said, "I'm pregnant
, three months along."

For a moment, I felt dizzy, almost melting into the driver's seat.

Fuck Kempinski!

Chapter 2-3

I parked the car on the airport's emergency lane. Zhou Jiayi was flying to San Francisco in an hour.
After I told Zhou Jiayi the above in the car, her eyes widened in surprise.

For a few minutes, neither of us spoke. My mind was filled with images of Li Tong and that
strange girl in the bedroom. I knew Zhou Jiayi was probably thinking about the impression her
behavior had left on Li Tong during their only meeting.

She probably felt embarrassed that her cleverness and carelessness had been completely exposed in front of that girl five years younger than her
. But women with a psychology background are really different; within the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, she had reached a conclusion.

"Let's not see each other for a while. You spend more time with Li Tong, and I'll focus on managing my clinic
."

After saying this, she glanced at her watch and sighed. I sighed too; it was almost 11 o'clock
, and she should be heading into the departure lounge. I started the car, and she suddenly placed her hand on mine and leaned in to kiss me.

I smelled that familiar perfume again and asked her, "Is this a farewell kiss?"

She didn't answer, took off her sunglasses, and placed my hand on her chest. I felt another
jolt in my lower body. We'd made love twice in this car and twice in hers; we both knew exactly
what positions and postures to use, but I had a vague feeling that she didn't really want to make
love to me one last time before we broke up.

"Isn't that a security camera up ahead?"

she suddenly said.

I looked at a streetlight ahead; it did look like a security camera. We both stopped, somewhat disappointed.
She took a deep breath and put her sunglasses back on. I sighed as well and started the car, driving towards the departure lounge.

After helping her with her luggage, Zhou Jiayi whispered in my ear, "Take care of yourself, and take care
of her too."

There was no goodbye, no kiss, and she quickly left. I watched her retreating figure;
her silhouette, beneath her black blazer, was somewhat slender, but resolute.

I wondered if, had we made love again in the car under that camera, would her departing figure show
any reluctance? But these were just assumptions and wild thoughts. I felt that Zhou Jiayi would likely be
leaving , and perhaps I shouldn't have even dared to hope for such things.

I drove around in a large circle and parked the car back on the emergency parking lane, watching the planes
coming and going . Some planes were being pushed back, some were about to enter their parking positions, some
were waiting for signals on the runway, some were taxiing, some were taking off, and some were landing.

I didn't know which flight Zhou Jiayi was on; there were no United Airlines flights in sight. I took out my phone and
texted Zhou Jiayi: "Don't you need to say goodbye?"

After waiting for a long time without a reply, I stubbed out my cigarette, got back into my car, and prepared to go home. Every time
my phone rang on the way, I checked to see if it was a message from Zhou Jiayi, but it wasn't.

Feeling somewhat dejected, I returned to my office. I tried calling Zhou Jiayi, but her phone was off. This meant
she was now at an altitude of 10,000 meters; international flights might even fly higher, 11,000 meters,
or higher.

I spent the entire afternoon lost in thought, my mind wandering. After the meeting, I lay
on the office sofa, thinking about Zhou Jiayi in another place, and Li Tong at home, and eventually
fell asleep.

I had a particularly bizarre dream. I dreamt I was walking naked on the tarmac, completely alone
, and the entire tarmac was silent.

I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. I thought I'd find some clothes to change into and then go see
what . I climbed onto an airplane bridge, peered inside, but still no one was there. I went into the plane, but it
was empty too.

As I was wondering what was going on, the loudspeaker suddenly blared the China Southern Airlines welcome song, which was terribly awful. I
opened the cockpit door; it was empty. I figured if there was no one on the flight, there must be someone in the waiting area.

Just as I was about to leave, I realized, damn it, the cockpit door was locked. Then, in an instant, everything
seemed to return to normal. I saw the pilots and flight attendants walking towards me from the other end of the jet bridge,
chatting and laughing.

I looked down and, damn it, even the maintenance crew had come out. I started to panic. I kicked the cockpit door, but it was no use
. I started searching the cockpit for something, hoping to find some clothes or something, but
there wasn't even a piece of cloth to cover myself with.

Their footsteps drew closer, and I became more and more nervous. As I closed my eyes, I suddenly heard
a girl's voice above me say, "Come on up!"

I looked up and saw a hand reaching down from the cockpit ceiling. I quickly offered my hand. That
hand was incredibly strong; the instant the cockpit door opened, she pulled me up.

In the darkness, I asked her who she was, and she gestured for me to be quiet. Then she pulled me towards the cabin
, saying as we crawled, "It's okay, they usually don't check here."

I followed behind her naked, when suddenly she stopped, and I bumped into her buttocks. I
realized she was actually wearing clothes. She gently opened a luggage rack door, checked that no one was there,
then turned to me and said, "You go this way."

That's when I realized this girl was the one who had been having an affair with Li Tong in my bedroom. I
froze , every detail of her face crystal clear.

While I was still in a daze, she said, "Hurry up, they're going to check the luggage rack soon."

Suddenly, I felt a weight lift off me, and I fell off the luggage rack—I woke up.

After being jolted awake from this dream on the sofa, I realized less than
an . I got up, drank some water, calmed myself, lit a cigarette, and turned on my computer. I needed to find out
who that girl really was.

In the internet age, talking about privacy is nonsense. I could start by checking Li Tong's dance studio website , then her Weibo account. Soon, I focused on a girl named Zhang Xinya
. She commented on almost every Weibo post Li Tong made, adding ambiguous heart emojis.

Zhang Xinya—that's the name of a total green tea bitch, and she looks like one too. I clicked on Zhang Xinya's Weibo and
compared her profile picture to my memory. Sure enough, it was her. 25 years old, Pisces. Her Weibo
posts weren't many; most were reposts. I silently noted her Weibo username, then closed my computer and glanced at
the time. Almost three hours had passed. The trick of spying on others' lives is indeed captivating.

Chapter 2-4

I returned home, and Li Tong, as usual, came to hand me slippers. Ever since witnessing her
affair with that girl at home a couple of days ago, coming home has always felt strangely unsettling. I glanced
at Li Tong's expression; it wasn't good either. I said I'd eaten and then headed to the bathroom.

I lay in the bathtub, thinking about the girl named Zhang Xinya I'd looked up that afternoon.
From , besides her gender and zodiac sign, I didn't have any useful information, like her address or workplace
.

Just as my thoughts were in disarray, the bathroom door opened, and Li Tong walked in wearing a bathrobe.
Without even looking at me, she went to the bathroom mirror, took off her watch, put her hair up, then took off her bathrobe and got into
the bathtub.

I thought to myself, this is quite novel. I wonder when it started, but we no longer
come into the bathroom without saying goodbye.
I sat up slightly; the water in the bathtub was overflowing because of Li Tong. She half-reclined in my
arms , turned her head and smiled at me, then closed her eyes and lay quietly. I stroked her shoulder; this
long-lost tenderness warmed my heart.

"Did you see her off today?"

Li Tong asked me.

I nodded; I had told her Zhou Jiayi was going to America today.

Li Tong's legs were crossed in the bathtub, her hands touching my calves in the water. She said, "She
won't be back anytime soon, right?"

"Yeah, we said we wouldn't see each other for a while,"

I said, leaning my head against the edge of the tub.

Li Tong had her back to me, and I didn't know what her expression was when she heard this. After a while, she turned her head,
resting her head on my chest, and looked at me, saying, "Jianming, who do you prefer to have sex with, either of us?"

I clicked my tongue, turning my head away, not wanting to answer such a question. Li Tong, half-coquettishly, turned my face
towards her.

"What do you want to know?"

I asked her impatiently.

"I just want to know if you prefer having sex with me or with her,"

she said, still looking at me with that innocent look.

"After what happened last time, I feel like I won't have any sex drive for a long time,"

I said. This was what I truly felt; that scene really haunted me.

Li Tong understood what I meant and didn't press further. She stood up from the bathtub and got up to grab
a towel . As she left the bathtub, I submerged myself completely in the water. The warmth
I had felt earlier vanished, replaced by a deep sense of melancholy.

After leaving the bathroom, I went to the balcony for a cigarette, dawdled over brushing my teeth, and then went to the bedroom
to say goodnight to Li Tong. Before I even entered, I saw her still sitting at the vanity. I hesitated, then went back to the study.

I turned on my computer, intending to check her account, but the password was locked. I tried several possible
passwords —her birthday, our wedding anniversary, even our home phone number—but none of them worked. Somewhat disappointed
, I left and logged into my own account to continue my afternoon's investigation, hoping to find clues
elsewhere .

Before I could even type "Baidu" into my browser, the study door opened, and Li Tong walked in. She wore light makeup
, a pale purple silk bra, and her hair was tied up. She took a bottle of wine and two glasses from the wine cabinet
and placed them on my desk, then pulled up a chair and sat down beside me.

I chuckled and said, "Which doctor told you pregnant women can drink whiskey?"

Li Tong smiled back, then magically produced a bottle of juice from behind her back. She sat down beside me,
poured me a drink, opened her own bottle, clinked glasses with mine, and said, "Ms. Jian, please do me a
favor ."

I'd forgotten how long it'd been since I'd had a drink; the moment I picked up my glass, a pungent aroma of whiskey assaulted my nostrils.
Li Tong took a sip of her juice, then looked around the study, just like
when . She sighed and said, "We moved in last July. You said you especially loved this
study because it was big enough for us to listen to music and dance. You even said you'd perform Hamlet for me. Wow,
just a year later, how come we've changed so much?"

"Ugh, do you want to hear me complain about work? This study is practically my second office now.
"

I took another sip, and it didn't feel as pungent as before. For a while, I stared at my
whiskey , while she stared at the study curtains, neither of us saying a word.

"You said we could make love in this study,"

Li Tong said, standing up and walking to my stereo. She bent down to look for a record, muttering a
complaint, "You violent rock youth, don't you have any lighter tracks?"

"There's a Rubinstein Chopin Nocturne on the left side of the cabinet, the one with the black cover."

"Rubinstein's Chopin, tsk tsk tsk, I say you men are really extreme, either rebellious like devils
or docile like sheep."

Li Tong found the record, put it in the record player, and the music started.

"We? Men? You're not even thirty-five yet, and you're already making these kinds of comments. What will you be like after forty
? How will you live with men then?"

I joked.

"Fine, I'll just live with women then."

I could tell Li Tong was half-joking, but this suddenly irritated me. I picked up my glass,
walked behind her, and as soon as I got close, I smelled a new perfume.

(On a side note, my sense of smell directly influences my physical awareness;
I'm practically defenseless against an elegant lady wearing an elegant perfume.)

I hugged Li Tong from behind. I felt her body wasn't surprised; she even rested her head
on my shoulder. "Do you know what I miss most about you?" I said

, holding her waist and kissing her neck.

"What I miss is your body, actually, the times our bodies were together,"

Li Tong said gently, nuzzling her chin against my face.

I encouraged her to continue: "Do you know what it feels like for two women to make love? You have to imagine yourself
in a role, maybe a man, or something else, and then you use that role to
please another woman. Watching her lose her senses is more intoxicating than when you're lost in your own desires." "

Is that what you learned from having sex with that lesbian?"

I whispered, kissing her shoulder.

"Her? She was a young, completely inexperienced lesbian. I was the one who introduced her to it,"

Li Tong's body was completely immersed in my caresses, her voice filled with desire—a woman
is most sensual at this moment.

She continued, "When we make love, I think about how I would please you if I were a man and you were a
woman . I would lick certain parts of you, caress certain parts of you, and wonder if you would like
me to gently scratch you with my nails. Then my body starts fantasizing about how good it would feel if you actually did that
."

"So, what was the result?"

I had already pulled down the straps of her nightgown, the silk pajamas draped over Li Tong's breasts.

"No result. You wouldn't do the things I fantasized about, but I could feel them myself. When you
're not around, I masturbate. I buy sex toys online, vibrators, or other things. I
open myself up. Until one day, I felt that the devices could replace your body, and they gave
me the same orgasms as you, sometimes even more intense ones. Then I lost interest in making love with you."

"Is it because I can't satisfy you?"

I lifted the hem of her nightgown and stroked her smooth abdomen, without any excess fat, but inside,
a .

"Yes, because in your eyes I'm just a tool for sexual release. You can pin me down and strip me naked anytime,
then shove your half-erect penis inside me, no matter what I'm doing. When I'm writing lesson plans, you'll
fuck me from behind. When I'm cooking, hanging clothes, or making phone calls, you like to fantasize about fucking me in front of everyone, with everyone
watching. Did that psychologist tell you that this is your psychological suggestion that you're afraid of losing me?"

Li Tong said, taking my hand and placing it on her chest. I could feel the warmth of her breasts and
her heartbeat .

"She didn't tell me."

I was also immersed in the scene Li Tong described, my heart racing, my penis engorged and erect.

Li Tong continued, "You have no feelings when you make love to me, just like my vibrator. All
I need is for it to be powerful enough. I don't know if you're thinking about that
Dr. Zhou but I don't care. Honestly, it's pretty impressive for a man to handle two relationships like you do
. I don't care who you're thinking about when you make love to me. The clearer your thoughts are, the harder you fuck me, and
the more excited I get. So, now you know what I can't bear to part with you, right?"

"So, you just want a powerful vibrator. If it still has warmth and can communicate with you
, that would be even better, right?"

I slipped my hand inside her panties. Li Tong didn't have much pubic hair, and I felt that her vagina was completely wet, something that
hadn't happened in a long time. Except for the time a few days ago when I
half sex.

I put my fingers, smeared with her love juice, into her mouth and asked, "But, does that vibrator that costs several thousand
dollars make you this wet before it even goes in?"

Li Tong panted softly, sucking on my fingers. She turned around, took my fingers out of her mouth, pressed me down into
a chair, and then sat on my desk, spreading her legs. She said mysteriously, "It's a little gift for you
. Don't say you don't like it."

Then she slowly lifted her skirt. With her movements, my penis in my pajama bottoms reached its peak of
arousal. A little higher, I saw the edge of her panties peeking out with black lace trim. A strange feeling
swept through my heart.

A little higher still, I saw clearly—it was the
panties , the panties I had thrown in the trash can after masturbating in the bathroom, stained with my monstrous semen—
Zhou Jiayi's Wacoal panties.

My heart skipped a beat. This wasn't an exciting feeling, but my penis,
as if it had been injected with several liters of blood, swelled to its limit.

"I found this when I was cleaning the bathroom. It must be Dr. Zhou's, right? Women under 30
like CK, women over 30 like Wacoal, am I right?"

Li Tong stretched out her leg and rubbed it against my penis, saying, "I saw your
semen on it. You used this underwear to wipe your semen after sex, right? Don't be angry, okay? Look, I washed it
clean and wore it myself. Imagine, the part of the underwear that covers my vagina should have been covering
her vagina."

Li Tong leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Have you ever thought about what it would feel like if I served you with her? You
must have thought about it, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, now I'm going to blindfold you. Imagine that she and I are both kneeling in
front of you."

Li Tong picked up my tie from the table and blindfolded me completely. She continued, "Now she's
touching you, and I'm talking to you."

She whispered in my ear, then slipped her hand inside my pajama bottoms. I could clearly feel her
hand tremble when she touched my swollen penis. "It's gotten so big, never this big before. You like this
feeling , don't you?"

"Yes."

Everything went black. I could feel Li Tong speaking in my ear, but my lower body felt like it was being grabbed by Zhou
Jiayi . As soon as I finished speaking, I felt her mouth take my glans in and begin licking and sucking it. It felt
exactly like when Zhou Jiayi gave me oral sex.

I let out a gasp, which seemed to encourage Li Tong even more, as she swallowed half of my penis.
She began to swallow and spit in large, forceful movements. Then, I felt her mouth leave my penis.

Just as I was about to turn my head, I felt the chair being moved forward, and a hand pulled my head forward.
I felt a dampness on my nose, and instinctively stuck out my tongue. My tongue felt Li Tong's
vagina , overflowing with love juice, her entire vulva wet. I tried to push my tongue in.

"Now I'm right beside you, watching you lick her... ah,"

Li Tong said, burying my head between her legs. Love juice smeared my face. Li Tong, this
beautiful young woman in everyone's eyes, in that moment of overflowing lust, was like a thirsty and savage female beast.

I licked her labia and clitoris diligently, and then I heard Li Tong let out a sigh of pleasure, completely immersed in the pleasure of her own body. And I, too, was caught in a strange feeling. It had been several months
since I last gave Li Tong oral sex. At this moment, what I felt on my tongue was the genitals of a strange woman. It wasn't as wild and wanton as Zhou Jiayi's vagina, nor as passionate and tender as Li Tong's vagina, which I was familiar with before. It was like a wonderfully luscious fruit, the more intensely I licked it, the more abundant its juices became. I felt Li Tong's legs completely draped over my shoulders, and she was forcefully burying my head between her legs . Her panting became more rapid and intense. The image of Zhou Jiayi began to appear in my mind. I had performed oral sex on her like this on the bay window of her clinic . At that time, she was half-lying on the bay window, her legs spread apart and resting on my shoulders, holding a medical record in one hand and a phone explaining to a patient. My hands were tied behind my back with her tie, and I was kneeling on the ground. Zhou Jiayi's expression was calm, but between her breaths, I could feel that she was enjoying the pleasure of doing obscene things while talking on the phone. I even felt that she had finished explaining the medical record, but she still didn't want to hang up the phone. The call lasted about fifteen minutes. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I stood up, my penis bulging in my pants . Zhou Jiayi looked at me, saying, "It doesn't seem like anything serious so far," as she put down the medical record, unzipped her pants, and pulled out my erect penis. She licked it from the base to the glans without making a sound, which gave me a mischievous idea. While she was talking, I thrust my hips forward and shoved half of my penis into her mouth. She quickly took the phone away, coughed twice, looked at me angrily, and then immediately picked it up again, saying, "Mr. Huang, sorry , I choked on my water. Please continue." I didn't know who Mr. Huang was on the other end of the line. He sounded like a successful man experiencing a midlife crisis , perhaps having been without sex for a long time, or even having a long conversation with a woman. Those two strange coughs must have aroused him. This, however, excited me, and I loosened the tie that was binding my hands. (P.S.: When playing SM games, remember that all knots must be slipknots, preferably ones that the submissive can open themselves .) The submissive was about to take control. I slapped Zhou Jiayi's buttocks. She looked at me angrily , so I slapped her again, then turned her over and lifted her white coat. That day she was wearing a black pencil skirt. I pushed the skirt up, revealing that this beautiful 35-year-old psychology PhD, Ms. Zhou Jiayi, had her vulva soaked in my saliva and her own vaginal fluids, like a swamp. I deliberately raised my penis and rubbed it against her vaginal opening. Soon, Zhou Jiayi was making abnormal panting sounds. Any physiologically normal man who heard such sounds would know what she wanted, including Mr. Huang on the other end of the phone. Zhou Jiayi covered the phone with her hand and looked at me, her eyes seeming to say, "What do you want?" I ignored her urging and continued rubbing. Zhou Jiayi said a few words in Cantonese to the person on the other end of the phone, roughly meaning that she had something to do and would get back to him later . Then she hung up the phone, turned around, and kissed me. I felt a little annoyed that she hung up; I was actually quite eager for Huang Sheng on the other end of the line to hear how I had tamed this arrogant and aloof Dr. Zhou into such a lewd and shameless state. "Fuck me quickly," Zhou Jiayi said, shoving her entire tongue into my mouth. (Her tongue was indeed very long; someone had once told me that women with long tongues were quite skilled in sex, and it was true.) "Call that Huang Sheng," I said, my penis continuing to rub against the entrance of her vagina, deliberately not penetrating her. "No, he's a big spender of mine." "Then let's do it this way." "Give it to me." "Call him." "Really, no." Zhou Jiayi's face showed genuine helplessness, then she said, "I'll let you play double penetration, how about it?" (PS: Double penetration was something she invented when we played ten times a day. By the sixth time I ejaculated, I was exhausted. She took out a dildo, inserted it into her vagina, and brought her buttocks closer . That was the first time I ejaculated inside her anus.) I nodded. She whispered in my ear, "Put it in me for a while first, otherwise it will hurt." Without hesitation, I inserted my entire penis into her vagina and thrust in and out a hundred times, each time with full force . Zhou Jiayi cried out in relief, having an orgasm. Immediately afterwards, she smeared some saliva on her hands, wet her anus, and looked at me with anticipation and satisfaction in her eyes, saying, "Come on, I'll ejaculate inside you in a bit." That time, we satisfied ourselves in every position, from the bay window to the desk, to the sofa, to the carpet, and finally I ejaculated inside her anus. (P.S.: This is not a wise approach. Prolonged anal sex can injure the sphincter and rectum. It is recommended that friends keep anal sex time to around 10 minutes, and only with sufficient lubrication.) After we finished, Zhou Jiayi took two tissues and placed them on her buttocks. We lay down on the carpet, and she suddenly laughed and said, "Do you think I should keep a vibrator in my office from now on?" I broke out in a cold sweat when I heard this, and joked, "Dr. Zhou, I just used all my strength. You still need to keep a dildo on hand? Your needs are really not something that ordinary people can satisfy."

She pinched my nipple, both embarrassed and angry, making me curl up in pain. My limp
penis accidentally ended up in her mouth again, and Zhou Jiayi, without hesitation, took it in…

What followed was a return to our master-slave relationship. Under her skillful tongue
, I ejaculated again.

“I’m going to climax,”

Li Tong’s voice pulled me back to reality. I was still in my study, completely dark.
Li Tong ’s legs clamped around my head, and I felt her tremble a few times—she had climaxed.

I didn’t care anymore. I ripped off the tie covering my eyes. Li Tong was half-reclined on my desk,
propped up by her hands. After her climax, Li Tong was incredibly sexy. Before, whenever I saw her climax, I would
secretly encourage myself to make her climax again. And because of this, I trained my wife, who was proficient in
all kinds of sex toys.

"No, you can't put it in."

Li Tong pressed down on my penis, stood up, kissed me, and whispered, "You're too rough, you'll hurt her
."

Her maternal instincts warmed my heart for a moment. I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and
plopped back down in the chair. Looking at Li Tong again, I realized she was already prepared.

She smiled, took off her tank top, knelt down, and grasped my penis, teasingly stroking it while
looking at me, saying, "Were you thinking about her just now?"

I looked at her and nodded.

She stuck out her tongue and swallowed my entire glans, sucking hard several times, then asked me, "
Have you done this before?"

I shook my head.

She smiled wickedly and said, "Tell the truth, or there won't be a reward."

I thought to myself, she's truly worthy of my training, switching between SM techniques so easily. Li Tong asked again
, and this time I nodded. She took my glans into her mouth again.

"Do you want to know how I made love with that girl?"

"No."

"You're being naughty, you clearly want to know,"

Li Tong deliberately pressed her finger against my glans, making me flinch. She continued slowly, "Women
understand women's bodies better, and they're more patient than men. She's never been with a man, so she doesn't understand."

Li Tong stroked my penis while sitting on my lap, whispering in my ear, "But I do understand.
Men only use brute force, grabbing a girl and wanting to fuck her to death. You're lucky; you have some patience and know
how to train girls, to make them show a side they're unfamiliar with, that is, their lewd side."

She deliberately emphasized the word "lewd," and the first thing I heard was... The image that came to mind was
Zhou Jiayi during her climax. Li Tong continued, "See, as soon as I mention lewdness, your mind wanders away. Are you
thinking about that Dr. Zhou again?"

I nodded, and Li Tong smiled and said, "Not bad, you know you deserve a reward for telling the truth."

Then, she stood up, aimed the glans at her vaginal opening, and slowly sat down. She tentatively swayed her hips
back and forth , saying, "So big. Besides me and that Dr. Zhou, has anyone else ever complimented you on
how big your vagina is?"

I suppressed my desire and nodded. Li Tong slightly raised her buttocks and slowly sat down again
. I could feel her entire vulva was soaked with her own vaginal fluid.

"I told that girl, 'You don't understand men. Men are all driven by bloodlust. When that bloodlust takes hold, they
can fuck someone, or they can kill someone. We girls are different. It takes time. We slowly
start to like someone, slowly start to dare to hold his hand, but sometimes it's very intense.
When we first met, we went to Yuyuantan Park to fly kites. I saw you running ahead, and I got wet. At that time,
I wanted you to pull me into the woods, pull down my underwear, and fuck me. But we waited until night. That day in your
living room, I wanted you." "You kept dawdling while you showered, so I masturbated in bed, thinking about
how you looked during the day, imagining you fucking me in the woods with everyone watching. I came quickly, but
it still wasn't enough. Do you remember that night? I came three times, and I even peed on the last one. That was
when I loved you the most. I told that girl, when a woman loves a man,
she ca . She gets so wet from kissing him, wanting to stuff him completely inside her."

Li Tong looked at me slightly as she said this.

I leaned back in my chair, recalling those things about her, everything so vivid in my mind. Back then, she
was almost the most beautiful girl I had ever met. During the day, she was like a goddess in front of her parents and relatives, but
at night , this goddess showed another side in bed, like a devil, almost sucking your soul out of your body
.

Li Tong continued her slow but rhythmic thrusts on me, saying, "Back then, I
was afraid that if I drained you dry, you would never love me again. I wanted everything about you, but I was also afraid of
scaring you away. From the first time we made love, I knew that someone like you wouldn't be content with loneliness. I also
knew that I wanted
to make them jealous, to make you the rightful wife in their eyes. Your body is mine. You can
cheat but if you want to have sex openly, you can only have sex with me, you can only ejaculate inside me...
Jianming, I can't take it anymore, I'm about to climax again."

Li Tong increased her speed, suddenly hugged me tightly, and her body began to tremble. After a short while, she
looked up, panting, and said with a smile, "You're as hard as the first time we made love. I can't take it anymore.
Can I help you with my hand?"

Without waiting for my consent, she slowly lifted her buttocks, her penis slowly
sliding out of her vagina and slapping against my lower abdomen. She looked at my penis with a hint of pride, got off the chair
, and examined it closely.

"How many women have seen it like this?"

she asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

I was somewhat amused and exasperated, but Li Tong persisted, looking at me and asking again. I smiled helplessly and said
, "Three before you, and only her after you."

"Dr. Zhou, Dr. Zhou, if she hadn't met you, her sex life would probably have been limited to
being fucked by some mediocre guy for the rest of her life."

As Li Tong spoke, she opened her mouth and swallowed my penis again, sucking and stroking it forcefully.

Suddenly, she remembered something, gave me a sly smile, stood up, slowly pulled off Zhou Jiayi's black
silk panties, dangled them on her fingers, and said triumphantly, "She definitely doesn't know her panties
are in my hands."

Then, she knelt down again, put the panties on my penis, and continued stroking it.

"What kind of lewd talk do you like to hear me say the most?"

Li Tong looked at me with feigned innocence, though it might be true. I was
increasingly was.

"I like to hear you talk about you and that lesbian,"

I said, looking into her eyes. The image of that unfamiliar girl, Zhang Xinya, flashed before my eyes—a girl whose appearance and
name both resembled a green tea bitch.

"Okay, I'll tell you. She's a girl from my dance studio. She came here to learn
Latin dance about six months ago. You're not interested in that, so let me tell you how we started. Haha, do you men all like
hearing about your wives messing around with other men?"

Li Tong laughed and continued, "One time in the locker room, she said she couldn't open her locker with her key. I
went to check, and someone had stuffed a matchstick inside. It was already past 9 p.m., and I thought
it wouldn't be appropriate to call a locksmith for a girl's locker room, so I decided to open it myself.

I was using an ear pick to remove the matchstick when she suddenly hugged me from behind." She stopped me. I was still
wearing my dance costume, without a bra, and her hand grabbed my breast.
I'd never been touched on the chest by a girl before, and my nipples immediately hardened. I turned around, about to get angry, when she suddenly kissed me on the lips.

It was the first time I'd ever kissed a girl. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so soft. She said she was a lesbian and had liked me
for a long time . I don't know where she got that strength. She usually seemed so quiet and gentle,
but the strength she unleashed was terrifying. She pressed me against the wardrobe and kept kissing me. I don't know what happened to me; suddenly my heart started racing, blood rushed to my head, and I
felt a little dizzy.

"She kissed me for a while, and when I stopped resisting, she took off her t-shirt and tube top. She had
a great figure. She whispered in my ear that she was a pervert, and then she kissed my neck. I had never
felt , like I was being kissed by myself. She took off my clothes and kissed my nipples. The kisses weren't very good
, but I knew she was serious.

I suddenly felt curious and wanted to know what sex between girls was like. I kissed her too
, and touched her. I felt her vagina was wet, and mine was wet too. Only then did she seem like a real pervert—
gentle and sensitive.

I felt like I understood their world all of a sudden. I licked her cunt, just like you lick mine. We
were on the floor of the changing room, on a mat..." She grabbed a bath towel, and then we licked each other's vaginas in a 69 position.
She quickly orgasmed, but I was still a little nervous and didn't.

Then we lay together, and she asked me if I had orgasmed. I didn't know what to say. She touched my labia and clitoris
with her hands , and then kissed me. She was a very good kisser; I felt like her tongue was almost
in my throat. I felt like I was about to orgasm, so I said her name. She wanted me to say I loved her, but I couldn't say
it . She begged me, and then I orgasmed, almost shouting "I love her," and I even peed. "

Li Tong deliberately sped up her pace as she said this. I was almost at my limit, and finally I said she peed. My
testicles contracted violently, and I felt my semen about to gush out. "

Li Tong didn't stop. While continuing to vigorously stroke my penis with Zhou Jiayi's panties, she continued
, "I peed all over her hand. At that point, I couldn't stop. My mind was completely blank, only on her.
She even put two fingers inside my vagina and pressed on my G-spot. I was just about to stop peeing when I couldn't help but ejaculate again
."

I couldn't help but cry out, feeling like my soul was about to shoot out. Li Tong was startled because
the first spurt of semen shot directly onto my shoulder, the second onto my chest, and the rest
onto my abdomen.

Li Tong smiled smugly, as if she had completed a difficult task. She untied Zhou Jiayi's panties from my penis
and wiped the semen off my abdomen, continuing slowly, "So amazing, just like a twenty-year-old
boy ."

I half-reclined in the chair, watching Li Tong gently wipe the semen off my abdomen, Zhou Jiayi's panties completely covered in my
semen. But in my mind, a string of numbers surged: 090820. This was the day Li Tong was at my
house, the day we first made love.

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