My Story of Hunting Down Four Young Wives - Part 2: Sister Chen (True, True, Must Be True)

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Last time, I wrote about my own experience of seducing a married woman, and the response was pretty good. These past few days, I've been getting a lot of private messages urging me to update with the next married woman's story. I told my friend, "Dude, I've only seduced four married women in total. Don't rush me. Once I've finished writing, I'll have nothing more to write about. You want me to deviate from reality and make things up? I can't do that." So please be patient. I will write about all four women truthfully. Let me emphasize again, it must be real, real. If you like reading erotic novels, please turn left and leave. Malaysia Airlines welcomes you. Also, I want to clarify that after I finished writing about He Yan last time, some people actually criticized me. It's really funny, isn't it? Birds of a feather flock together. We've gathered here from all over the world to discuss and appreciate these things, right? What's the meaning of your criticism? With that attitude, you shouldn't even be here. I'm truly speechless. Okay, enough chit-chat, let's get to the point and get down to business.
The Second Hunt for Women -
Continuing from the previous chapter, after I slept with Yan, and experienced the thrill of hunting down a married woman, the sinful thrill of it all unleashed the inner demons of desire within me. Because Yan rarely went out, I only managed to sleep with her a few times a year. We were also quite far apart. Plus, deep down, I always held a degree of respect for Yan. So even if I couldn't suppress the primal urges within me, I wouldn't force Yan to risk coming out to be with me. So I started thinking about finding a married woman closer to me, my own personal sex pot and reservoir. But while I thought about it, finding the right person wasn't easy. I have high standards for women; first, their appearance had to be to my liking, and second, they had to be from a respectable family—the kind of truly respectable woman who follows the rules. This, however, also made things much more difficult. But as I always say, better to have none than a bad one. I have no interest in those women who can be won over with just a meal and a movie ticket. Back when I worked at my previous company, there were girls who practically threw themselves at me. I really couldn't be bothered to get into this. The main reason is that I'm worried about young girls; if I get involved, it might affect my life. Secondly, having sex with a girl doesn't have the same thrill and sense of conquest as having sex with a married woman.

Ahem... I've gone off-topic quite a bit. So, let's talk about Sister Chen. The reason I call her Sister Chen is because she's a young woman my wife met during her internship at a printing factory. My wife is three years younger than me, and Sister Chen is four years older. So, whenever we meet, I have to call her Sister Chen, just like my wife. She looks more like a younger sister than an older sister. Sister Chen is probably less than 1.56 meters tall. She's very petite. Sometimes I joke with her, "You're so short, stay away from me when you walk, or I might accidentally step on you." You see, I'm a full 186 centimeters tall. Standing next to someone less than 156 centimeters tall feels quite disproportionate. Sister Chen has a fair complexion and looks like a girl in her mid-twenties. But she's not lively at all; whenever I joke with her, she just smiles slightly. She rarely talks. To put it another way, she's the kind of person teachers used to describe as someone who wouldn't even make a sound if you kicked her. She's quite a quiet person.
But for some reason, over the years, this taciturn Sister Chen has always been able to get along well with my easygoing wife. I remember when my wife and I first met Sister Chen, we weren't married yet. Sister Chen had already been married for several years, and she often invited us to her house for meals. She would usually invite two other friends and her husband as well. The four of us would go to Sister Chen's house for two or three meals a year. Sister Chen works as an accountant at a company. Her husband is a teacher at a local private school. I usually call her husband Teacher Liang. But the first time I went to Sister Chen's house, I thought this couple was quite peculiar. They were both taciturn. Sister Chen was quiet, and her husband was even more so. Every time I went to his house for dinner, while the husbands of the other two couples chatted and joked with me, Chen's husband couldn't get a word in edgewise. He just laughed along with us. I was always curious how these two quiet, reserved couples could have gotten together. Later, my wife told me that they met through a blind date. Chen wasn't a local and wanted to find a husband locally. During the blind date, they both felt that the other was very honest and reliable. So they got married without much thought. A couple of years ago, my wife often told me that when Chen and her husband argued, they would resort to the silent treatment. After an argument, they wouldn't speak to each other for days. Haha, these two
are a perfect match! Chen is a very timid woman. Once, my wife told me that Chen told her that once, on the bus to pick up her child from kindergarten, because the bus was too crowded, a creepy man groped her from behind. She was so scared that she immediately got off the bus. She's been traumatized by taking the bus ever since. I'm such a coward; I always stammer and never speak loudly, as if I'm afraid of scaring people. So, I'm quite familiar with Sister Chen, and naturally, I know her quite well. To be honest, when I first met Sister Chen, I did have the thought of sleeping with her. But she's a proper married woman, so I never had the chance. Besides, she always seemed very traditional to me. So, that thought only flashed through my mind and I didn't think about it much further. Before I knew it, I'd written quite a bit of rambling. Fellow wolves, don't rush me, let me have a drink of water and a smoke to clear my head. Let me
put it this way: when I chose to go for Sister Chen, I honestly thought it was highly unlikely. You can imagine how difficult it was. But to pursue that unusual thrill, I chose to take the risk. After all, I'd never slept with such a young, petite woman, especially a married woman, and a friend of my wife. If I could win her over, it would be a triple treat and incredibly exciting! So, a somewhat immature plan of infiltration was born in my mind. Now, my fellow wolves, you'd better carefully consider my tactics. Maybe you can learn something from them. First, I registered a new QQ account. Some of you might ask, why don't I use WeChat? Well, let me tell you, because of my business, I often need to sit at a computer and use QQ to send photos or documents to clients. So I use QQ quite frequently, and Sister Chen's job also involves sitting at a computer for long periods. So she also uses QQ frequently.
After registering a new QQ account, I used it to add Sister Chen, but it prompted me to answer with her phone number correctly to add her. This was, of course, no problem for me; I could easily find it on my wife's phone. But this also shows that Sister Chen is quite discerning, not adding strangers on QQ. After adding her, Sister Chen immediately asked who I was. I said, "It's a secret, I won't tell you." Sister Chen said, "If you don't tell me who I am, I'll block you." Fellow wolves, the crucial moment has arrived. At this point, you absolutely must not tell her who you are. And you absolutely mustn't let her block you. Instead, you should quickly reply with her name, just like I did, to assure her that you know each other, while maintaining a sense of mystery in your conversation. Keep her curious about you. This is the first step to success. That
's how I successfully took the first step. Don't start with random chatter. Talk about life, feelings, or jokes to lighten the mood. My strategy was to portray myself as someone whose family life isn't going well, but also to make her feel that we know each other fairly well. I didn't want to tell her who I was; I just wanted to confide in her when I was feeling down. Fellow wolves, there's a reason I created this persona for her. I knew that Sister Chen and her husband were both reserved and wouldn't usually have much emotional interaction. So, I positioned myself this way. Sister Chen easily accepted me. If you want to learn this strategy, please adapt it to your own situation.
Then, for a long time, whenever I had free time, I would find some sad reason to chat with Sister Chen. Sister Chen knew that I was a friend she didn't want to reveal her real name to, so she naturally wasn't too wary of me. She quickly told me about her arguments with her husband and other mundane family matters. We chatted like this for over two months without saying a word. She never asked who I was. After chatting for a while, some of the topics became repetitive, and naturally, neither of us was as interested. One time, when Sister Chen was in a bad mood, I seized the opportunity to subtly express my true feelings, roughly meaning that I liked her from the first time I met her, but unfortunately, the time and place weren't right; we were both married. For so long, I had kept this affection hidden in my heart, and so on. Sister Chen replied after a long pause: "Don't be silly. Since we're both married, we should take responsibility..." and so on, etc. I've probably forgotten most of the real me. After all, we've talked so much.
Later, I took the initiative to suggest that we become online confidantes. When I sent her that message, I didn't give her much time to think and immediately replied, "If you don't reply within 10 seconds, I'll take that as a yes." So, when she didn't reply within 10 seconds, I quickly responded with a kissing emoji and a victory emoji. After a while, Sister Chen replied, "I didn't agree, what are you so happy about?" Of course, I continued my relentless pursuit, using all sorts of teasing. This laid another step in the foundation of our relationship. However, for a long time afterward, whenever I tried to steer the conversation towards sex, Sister Chen would tell me to stop. "Let's not talk about that." It was frustrating. So, each time, I basically just teased Sister Chen a few times and that was it. At the time, I didn't know what Sister Chen was thinking.
Finally, one day, a little tipsy, I told Sister Chen on QQ, "I've fallen deeply in love with you. If one day I have the chance to see you alone, I'll hug you from behind when you're not looking, and show you my phone. I'll let you know who I am." Sister Chen was startled by my reaction and sent me a string of inspirational quotes to try and comfort me. I didn't reply. I deliberately ignored them. Speaking of which, fellow wolves, remember this: when pursuing a challenging married woman, you must learn to play hard to get. This is a tactic I figured out myself when I slept with Yan. Once you've developed a certain level of intimacy with the woman, you should find an opportunity to subtly flirt with her to see if you hold any weight in her heart. In short, see if the fish has taken the bait. The specifics depend on your own judgment and how you apply them. After that conversation, I stopped initiating contact with Sister Chen. For almost half a month, I held back. I thought that was it, that it was hopeless, and I was ready to call it a day and move on. But perseverance pays off. Finally, on a gloomy afternoon, I saw Sister Chen's reply on QQ. Excitedly, I opened QQ and read her message. Besides complaining about my long-term neglect, she also expressed some pent-up resentment towards her mother-in-law and father-in-law. She poured everything out to me. Of course, what I needed to do was smooth things over, teaching her how to face things positively and how to handle situations. Since we hadn't talked for a long time, this time we had a very deep conversation. Seeing that Sister Chen's mood was starting to brighten, I boldly brought in some topics about relationships and expressions of affection. This time, Sister Chen didn't directly interrupt the conversation. Instead, she teased me, saying I was indecent. My plan to woo her is progressing slowly, but I'm still quite satisfied to have reached this point.
In many subsequent conversations, I became even bolder. For example, one night we chatted until after 10 pm. Sister Chen said she was too tired and needed to take a shower and rest. I jokingly replied, "Could you take a picture of me? I really want to see it!" Sister Chen immediately replied, "Go home and see your wife." So, whenever we talked about such explicit topics, Sister Chen seemed less sensitive. But she still refused with various words. I really had no way to deal with it. But I didn't want to give up. After all, I was really unwilling to give up after so much effort without any results. The first turning point came many days later when Sister Chen contacted me after arguing with her husband about the child. Sister Chen seemed a bit pessimistic at the time, and after so much pleading and cajoling, I still hadn't made any real progress. So I took this opportunity to arrange a meeting with Sister Chen. I suggested we meet on Sunday, when she was off work, and I could finally reveal my true identity to her. Sister Chen agreed. But I knew this meeting would be a very casual one, and I couldn't guarantee that Sister Chen would maintain this level of interest after the meeting. After all, we were already acquaintances. But if you want something, you should be brave enough to take that step, right?
But this arranged meeting almost ruined my reputation. The next day, a female account added me. She took the initiative to chat with me, but my habit is that girls who take the initiative to chat with me are definitely not good people. And her motives weren't pure either. So I chatted with this woman casually. Late at night, I saw Sister Chen's message. She told me that her husband had found our chat history. She got home from work and had a huge fight with him. It turned out the QQ account belonged to her husband; he had deliberately used a female account to try and find me out who I was. Thinking back on that scene now, it's truly terrifying. Later, when her husband realized I wasn't taking the bait, he started hurling insults at me on QQ, really nasty. I never imagined this quiet man could be so shrewish. So I simply blocked and deleted both Sister Chen's QQ account and her husband's. Then I just threw the QQ account away. To this day, I can't even remember the username and password. I really regretted not telling Sister Chen to keep it a secret during our chat.
After this incident, Sister Chen and her husband naturally experienced a huge crisis of trust. They didn't speak to each other for a long time. Later, my wife told me that Sister Chen's husband had been checking her phone and computer lately for some reason. Whenever Sister Chen worked overtime at night or was off on Sundays when she wasn't with her husband, he would call her to check up on her. Haha... and I could only listen casually. Of course, I still felt a little guilty. Logically, the story should have ended there, and honestly, I thought about it then and there. Giving up was too difficult, especially since I almost got caught red-handed. So I buried this story deep in my heart, unwilling to think about it again. In the few times we met afterward, I maintained my righteous image in front of Sister Chen and her husband. More than half a year passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, apart from another passionate encounter with Yan, everyone around me seemed to have calmed down, and I never heard of Sister Chen arguing with her husband again.
The real turning point in this affair plan happened six months later. My wife didn't want to work anymore, but she couldn't be idle. So, on a friend's suggestion, she opened a gift shop selling cigarettes, alcohol, and health products. Firstly, it wasn't too tiring to manage, and secondly, it was a convenient place for my friends to buy gifts during holidays. My sister-in-law also stayed home to take care of the kids. So, the two women ran the shop together. Don't get the wrong idea, my friends, I've never had any romantic feelings for my sister-in-law. That's beyond question; I couldn't accept a brother-in-law doing his sister-in-law's work. After helping my wife get the shop on track, I rarely went there myself. I had my own business to manage. But since opening the shop, I often heard my wife talking about Sister Chen frequently going there to swipe her card and withdraw cash. It turns out that recently, Sister Chen's husband bought a car. Their budget was less than 100,000 yuan, but when they went to look at cars, I don't know what got into him, maybe it was his vanity, but he insisted on buying a 260,000 yuan car, completely exceeding their budget. So, they bought the car, satisfying his vanity at the same time. This also put Chen's family under severe financial strain, as both of them were salaried workers earning fixed salaries. They had to pay their car loan payments and make ends meet each month, forcing them into a cycle of credit card debt and cash advances. My wife's shop had a credit card machine, so Chen would regularly come and swipe her card several times a month. Of course, this is all information I heard from my wife. Later, I don't know how much time had passed, but one evening, my wife came home and grumbled impatiently, "Chen is driving me crazy! She accidentally blocked my card while swiping it. She can't pay her credit card debt this month. She came to me to borrow money. She asked for 30,000 yuan right off the bat..." and other similar complaints. My first thought was, "This is what female friendship is like—perfect when things are going well, but when trouble comes, it's terrifying..."
After hearing the news, I hesitated to express my opinion. It wouldn't be appropriate to be too proactive, since Sister Chen wasn't exactly my friend. But since the last incident, I still felt a bit guilty and wanted to take this opportunity to help Sister Chen. So I casually said to my wife, "Why don't you help her? You two have always had a good relationship, and we're not short of money." My wife immediately got angry and said, "Why should I? Look at us, we only drive a car worth less than 200,000 yuan. Look at Sister Chen's family, so impressive, their car is worth 300,000 yuan! Now she's asking for money from others, isn't she just making trouble for herself? Besides, with her husband's meager monthly income, when will they ever pay us back?" What my wife said made sense. But later, I learned from Sister Chen that her husband had wanted this car for a long time. This time, she couldn't refuse him, so she gritted her teeth and bought it. After mentally calculating my options for a long time, I said, "How about this, let Sister Chen contact Lao Wu and ask him to give him a low-interest loan. If she agrees, I'll call Lao Wu and let him know. That way, you'll help out and gain some goodwill." My wife was naturally happy to hear this, because she knew my friend Wu specialized in small-scale private lending. So she called Sister Chen and told her my idea. Sister Chen was naturally happy, and my wife then asked me to call Lao Wu. I continued, "Well, I don't have anything planned for tomorrow morning. I'll go over there and talk to Lao Wu in person; it's been a while since we've seen him." My wife thought it made sense, so she sent Sister Chen a WeChat message saying she was going over tomorrow and asked when she could come so I could pick her up. Hehe, by now, the observant readers have probably guessed that everything went according to my plan.
The next morning, after I got in the car, I called my friend Wu. I told him that it was a friend of my wife's who urgently needed money for a family emergency. She wanted to borrow money from my wife, but she was worried about potential problems when she asked for it back later. So, she put it through him. I told Wu on the phone that I would bring people over later. He could handle the paperwork as he saw fit. There was no interest on the loan. It wasn't a large amount anyway, and I would cover all the costs myself, without telling her it was my money. It would be like Wu was lending the money to her through me, and he would collect the money later. I explained all these details to Wu on the phone. Wu understood the situation and agreed, of course. After all, we've been friends for so many years. I'd also helped my dad arrange his child's schooling, so I owed him a favor. So, on the phone, Lao Wu told me I didn't need to pay upfront; he could just cover it from him. Actually, Lao Wu knew I wasn't short of money. After agreeing on that over the phone, I drove straight to Chen Jie's apartment complex to pick her up. After she got in the car, I deliberately glanced at her a few more times. Her skin was still so good, and she was still so gentle. All she talked about on the way was complaining about her husband's impulsive car purchase. Of course, I didn't have many thoughts in my mind at that moment; after all, it wouldn't be good to tell her right now that I was the lecherous guy who had been eyeing her for so long and flirting with her, right? Hahaha... On the way, I also told Chen Jie that Lao Wu was a very good friend of mine. I told her not to be shy about meeting strangers. I'd also told my friend that I wouldn't charge her interest on the money she borrowed. Just find a way to pay it back on time. Upon hearing my explanation, Sister Chen immediately expressed her gratitude profusely. However, she suddenly asked if I could lend her more money, which surprised me greatly. The agreed-upon 30,000 had become 50,000. But I knew that for Sister Chen to ask for this, it meant that the financial crisis she might be facing was more severe than I had imagined. Otherwise, she wouldn't have made this request. Of course, I continued driving without batting an eye, casually saying, "Sure, no problem." At that moment, I felt Sister Chen relax considerably, and her gratitude towards me radiated from the bottom of her heart. (Actually, the reason I did this was because I felt guilty for causing her such a scene last time, almost leading to a divorce. I thought I was helping her out as compensation.)
When we arrived at Old Wu's shop, Old Wu was already waiting there. Seeing me bring in a petite, fair-skinned woman, Old Wu jokingly asked with a lecherous grin, "This wouldn't happen to be your sister-in-law, would it?" Chen Jie's face flushed red at what I said, and I quickly punched Lao Wu, telling him to stop talking nonsense. This is my wife's good friend; she needs my help today. I quickly got it done for her. After learning the amount had increased from 30,000 to 50,000, Lao Wu didn't seem too surprised. He just pointed at me with a wicked grin and said, "You really think this is your personal bank? You owe me a big favor now..." and other such nonsense. (You can imagine the rest.) Everything went smoothly. Lao Wu even politely invited me to stay for lunch, but I wasn't in the mood. I quickly left with Chen Jie. On the way back, Chen Jie couldn't help but thank me profusely in the car, saying she wanted to treat me to lunch. When I heard that, I chuckled. I said, "Sister Chen, stop joking. You've had it so tough lately. How can I let you treat me to a meal? How about this, let's buy some ready-made food and eat together at Wenwen's (my wife's) shop?" Sister Chen nodded in agreement, so we bought some food at a small market we passed and took it to go. We went back to my wife's shop together. But unfortunately, when we got back, we found it was locked. Luckily, I had a spare key to my wife's shop in my car. After opening the door, I called my wife and found out that she and her younger sister had just left to go shopping for the kids. They weren't planning to come back for lunch. I felt like I'd been given a golden opportunity. You know, it's almost impossible to get a woman like Sister Chen to be alone in a room with you. I gave Sister Chen an awkward look and said, "Okay, well, we'll just have to digest all this good food slowly." So we ate facing each other at a small table behind the counter. We didn't say much while eating. I don't know what Sister Chen was thinking at the time, but my heart was pounding, wondering if I should seize this opportunity to do something.
After dinner, I quickly tidied up the table. Sister Chen said that Wenwen wouldn't be back for a while, and if there was nothing else, she would go home first. I immediately panicked and became a little anxious. I quickly said, "No, Sister Chen, actually, I've had a secret I've wanted to tell you for a long time." Sister Chen smiled slightly and said, "What secret could you possibly have? Tell me, I'm listening." I said, "Sister Chen, do you remember someone whose QQ username is 'Big Tail Wolf'?" Sister Chen was stunned for a moment when she heard me say this, and her face turned red. After a moment, she asked me, "How did you know? Could it be...?" I said, "Yes, it was me." After saying that, I don't know where I got the courage, I hugged Sister Chen from behind, lowered my head and took a deep breath of her hair, the intoxicating fragrance was truly intoxicating. She continued, "Remember when I told you that if we ever had a chance to be alone, I would boldly hug you from behind and tell you how much I like you?" Only after saying this did Sister Chen come to her senses. Unexpectedly, she turned around and slapped me across the face, not very hard, but enough to snap me out of it. I instinctively released my grip on her. Sister Chen, clearly angry, turned and grabbed her bag, leaving without a word. I was left standing there awkwardly, completely bewildered, not knowing what to do.
I got home early that night, my heart pounding with anxiety. What if Sister Chen told my wife? That would be a huge loss. But seeing my wife come home in a great mood, I finally breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed my worries were unnecessary. My wife even said that Sister Chen had called her and thanked her profusely on the phone. Fellow wolves, you can imagine how miserable I was. This hunting plan was incredibly tricky and fraught with danger. But as the saying goes, good things don't come cheap; easily obtained goods are commonplace. It was precisely because of my reckless, unplanned actions that my hunting plan for Sister Chen was reignited. The next day, I used my backup WeChat account to add Sister Chen. You see, since the last blunder, Sister Chen had stopped accepting friend requests on QQ. Luckily, there was still WeChat. This time, I changed my WeChat name to (Little Tail Wolf). As expected, Sister Chen saw the name and immediately accepted the request. Before I could even speak, she texted me, "Is that you?" I replied, "Yes, I'm so sorry about yesterday, I couldn't help myself," and so on. After a long pause, Sister Chen replied, "Don't bring up the past anymore. I'm also sorry for hitting you yesterday..." I quickly replied, "It's okay, hitting is a sign of affection." Sister Chen said, "If you continue to be shameless like this, I won't talk to you anymore. Please have some self-respect." My God! Fellow wolves, how am I supposed to respond to that? I thought for a while, feeling that the situation was already so awkward. I decided to tear off the ugly face of desire that was written all over my heart! So I replied bluntly, "X Qian (Sister Chen's name, I'm deliberately not calling her Sister Chen here), I deeply apologize for the harm I unintentionally caused you before, but my love for you is like a demon in my heart that I can't control. I just want to tell you, I must have you and possess you, regardless of whether you accept it or not." "This is my decision. You don't have to accept it, but you can't refuse it either." After sending this message, Sister Chen never replied. Although I said it boldly and resolutely, and my words seemed forceful, it was actually a final struggle for this battle. Sister Chen's lack of reply meant everything. I had failed this time; I had chosen the wrong target. In the days that followed, I only occasionally sent Sister Chen messages of blessing or inspirational quotes. I was afraid of being caught by her husband checking up on me again, so I didn't dare to send messages too frequently. Sister Chen never replied. About a month passed like this. During this time, I still hadn't received any messages from Sister Chen. All my dreams and fantasies shattered. I was basically in despair.
But some things are hard to describe as a blessing in disguise, or as if it were all preordained. I learned from my wife that Sister Chen's husband's company had organized a 3-day company trip, but only one family member could be brought. Because Sister Chen had to work, she could only... The fact that her husband took the kids meant that Chen Jie was home alone those few days. A golden opportunity, my fellow wolves! My inner desires were stirring again. If I could sleep with Chen Jie at her house, that would be incredibly satisfying. But I was still a little scared, after all, I'd been slapped before. I knew this seemingly delicate woman had a strong moral compass, not easy to break. Of course, before this expedition, I set a limit for myself: if I couldn't win her over, then it was all over. If there was no crack, I wouldn't keep trying. Completely give up! Having made up my mind, I waited for Chen Jie's husband and kids to go on their trip. Finally, that day arrived. I didn't go that night. Instead, I saw photos of her husband's trip that Chen Jie had shared on WeChat. That night, I texted Chen Jie, saying all sorts of seductive things. And half-jokingly, I told her, "Aren't you afraid I'll knock on your door when you get home from get off work, all by yourself?" "But Sister Chen still didn't reply.
Since that was the case, I finalized my plan to go the next day. That afternoon, I drove to Sister Chen's workplace early. I waited for her to get off work, then followed her home on her electric scooter. I parked my car in a corner near her building. After watching her go upstairs, I listened to music in the car for a while, not in a hurry to go upstairs. I first calmed myself down, taking a few deep breaths to bolster my spirits. Unconsciously, I sat in the car for over half an hour before finally gritting my teeth, opening the door, and getting out to go upstairs. My mind felt completely blank. When I arrived at Sister Chen's door, I took another deep breath. Then I knocked, and a lazy, soft voice came from inside: 'Who is it?' I quickly covered the peephole, and a moment later, the door clicked open. Sister Chen's petite figure appeared before me in her pajamas. She froze when she saw me standing at the door. She probably never expected I would actually dare to come. After a long while, she regained her composure and said, 'It's Dongzi. What's up?'" "
I didn't say anything, and without even changing my shoes, I just slipped inside. Sister Chen didn't stop me; besides, even if she wanted to, she couldn't. Once inside, I still didn't say a word and plopped down on the living room sofa. I stared intently at Sister Chen, my eyes filled with longing. Sister Chen clearly understood why I'd come; she was still standing at the door, quite a distance away. She said to me, 'Dongzi, are you alright?' I could tell Sister Chen was a little flustered. I took a deep breath and slowly said, 'Nothing, I just missed you and came to see you.' Sister Chen pretended to be calm and said, 'You've seen the person; you can leave now.' I thought for a moment and said, 'Okay!'" Then I got up as if to leave. Actually, it was because Sister Chen was standing very close to the door, so I just took this opportunity to deliberately approach her. Then I grabbed Sister Chen and hugged her tightly in my arms, face to face. Because of her short stature, when I hugged her, her head was right against my chest.
I thought to myself, "Now I'm not afraid you'll just walk away." Sister Chen's small, thin body seemed to be in a daze when I held her in my arms. Maybe she was scared. She was trembling all over. This time she didn't say anything. She just quietly let me hold her. I wasn't in a hurry to kiss her. I just lowered my head and quietly looked at this plaything that was about to be conquered beneath me. Sister Chen slowly raised her head and looked at me. Her eyes were full of pleading. She mumbled, "Please let me go. Let me go home quickly or something." "And I still didn't say a word, but lowered my head and kissed Sister Chen's lips. At this moment, my hands also began to caress Sister Chen. I must say, such a petite woman, holding her in my arms really has a unique charm. It's like holding an underdeveloped little girl. After kissing for a while, Sister Chen only had the strength to breathe heavily. I moved my mouth away to look at her, but Sister Chen lowered her head and buried it in my chest again. She wouldn't let me see her. I simply took advantage of my height and strength, picked up Sister Chen and walked towards their bedroom. After entering the bedroom, I threw Sister Chen on the bed. I pounced on her and kissed her passionately, and one hand also reached into her pajamas. Sister Chen was wearing a two-piece set with pants, but it was also very loose. My hand went in and touched her breasts directly. It turned out that Sister Chen had taken off her bra when she changed into her pajamas after coming home. This made it even easier for me. After a while of rubbing, I suddenly got up and prepared to take off my own shirt, and found..." At this moment, Sister Chen was like a frightened little sparrow, panting and trembling on the bed. Consumed by lust, I cared nothing for tenderness. In no time, I stripped her naked. I expected her to resist, but she didn't. This was quite unexpected. With her clothes off, Sister Chen seemed even smaller when I held her. I didn't care about anything else at this point, and went straight for it. No foreplay or teasing, afraid of getting slapped and losing my prize. I parted Sister Chen's legs and climbed on top of her. As I aimed my penis at her tender vulva, I noticed she had started to cry. But I still slowly pushed my large penis inside. The moment it entered, honestly, it didn't disappoint. This petite woman's vagina was so tight. Her entire vagina tightly enveloped my penis, giving me a suffocating feeling. That wonderful sensation was truly indescribable.
Because Sister Chen was so thin and small, and she was still crying and sobbing when I penetrated her, I didn't rush to fuck her too hard. I was afraid that if I used too much force, I would break her. So I could only gently and gradually increase my strength. Sister Chen kept clenching her teeth and remained silent, as if struggling for her last bit of dignity. Unfortunately, I only changed positions twice before I hastily ejaculated. A stream of hot semen shot deep into Sister Chen's vagina. After ejaculating, my mind cleared up considerably. I put Sister Chen on the bed. I offered her a tissue, but she didn't take it. She turned over and lay face down on the bed, crying softly. I had never seen such a scene before, and being in a semi-saintly state after ejaculating, facing the mess before me, a deep sense of self-reproach quietly arose. I didn't know how to comfort Sister Chen at the time. I put my hand on Sister Chen's back, trying to calm her down through caresses. Sister Chen pushed me away. After a long while, Sister Chen suddenly sat up. She stopped crying, grabbed her underwear, and quickly put it on. She didn't even wipe away the semen left around her vulva. Then, she quickly put on her pajamas and, without looking up, said, "Dongzi, you've achieved your goal this time. Satisfied?" I stammered, "Qian, I'm sorry, I've really liked you for a long time and couldn't control myself. I'm sorry." Something like that, I don't remember the exact words. After a long while, Sister Chen said, "You can go now. Let's pretend nothing happened." To be honest, I felt I had no choice at that moment. I could only put on my clothes and silently leave Sister Chen's house. When I got home, my feelings were complicated. I couldn't quite describe them.
That night, after my wife went to sleep, I took out my phone, opened WeChat, and sent Sister Chen some comforting words. This time, Sister Chen replied. She said I was really too bold, and I would never be able to face anyone again. I didn't know how I would face Wenwen (my wife) in the future. I quickly replied, "Qian, don't worry, I will definitely keep our secret forever. Please believe that I can do it." Sister Chen replied, "Impossible. If you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place. Besides, my husband often secretly looks at my phone. If he finds out again, we might really have to get a divorce." and so on. As we chatted, I realized that Sister Chen didn't hate me. On the contrary, the unspoken message was that she didn't have the courage to face the truth if the secret were discovered, and she didn't know how she would live her life afterward. After I saw through these unspoken messages, I quickly changed the subject and pressed her, "Qian, since things have come to this, I want to know, did you ever like me?" (Please note the form of address here; Sister Chen's name is Qian, but since our relationship has developed to this point, I can't call her Sister Chen anymore.) Sister Chen replied, "Maybe." Seeing this reply, I knew what was going on. I said to Sister Chen, "Qian, you can do this: register another WeChat account, and we'll try to avoid using our own WeChat accounts to chat. If I miss you, I'll use this WeChat account to send you a greeting or an emoji. Then you can log into the other WeChat account to see my message or chat with me. After that, you can log back into the original WeChat account, right?" Sister Chen took a long time to reply, "What do you want to do? Are you trying to bully me?" I quickly replied, "I'm not bullying you at all. I just want to cherish you. It's a deal, okay?" But this time, Sister Chen didn't respond for a long time. After a while, she replied, "I'm tired and want to sleep." And that's how this first, nerve-wracking, chaotic, and haphazard attempt at seduction ended.
The next day, I woke up early and got up very early. I told my wife I was going to pick someone up at the station for a friend. Then, early in the morning, I bought two KFC breakfasts. I went straight to Sister Chen's house and knocked on the door repeatedly. After a while, I heard Sister Chen's voice: "Who is it? Knocking on the door so early in the morning." This time, I didn't cover the peephole anymore. Instead, when I noticed Sister Chen looking out through the peephole, I quickly grabbed the two bags of KFC breakfast I was holding and waved them over the peephole. Sister Chen quietly opened the door, staring at me in astonishment, and said, "Are you crazy? Are you insane?" As soon as she finished speaking, I grinned and slipped inside, leaving the KFC on the living room table. I grabbed the sleepy-eyed Sister Chen and showered her with kisses. Unexpectedly, Sister Chen started to resist instinctively this time, but she was too thin. I subdued her in no time. I obediently carried her to the bed and stripped her naked. But this time, I didn't rush to take out my penis and fuck her. Instead, I pressed her down and kissed her entire body slowly, like savoring a dessert. At this moment, Sister Chen's body was already heaving from my arousal. From the scent of her skin and hair, I could tell that Sister Chen had taken a shower last night. Her body had a faint scent of shower gel. When I licked Chen Jie's pubic hair, she squeezed her legs together, refusing to let me lick her vulva, saying, "Don't kiss there, it's dirty." I almost laughed out loud. I smiled slightly and said, "Qian, I won't think you're dirty. Every inch of your skin is as sweet as honey to me." Slowly, I pried open Chen Jie's resisting legs and kissed her vulva. It was still pink and tender. Chen Jie's pubic hair was very sparse, and the entire pink vulva felt very moist to lick, so I didn't have to worry about eating any pubic hair. The moment my mouth touched her vulva, Chen Jie trembled all over, and let out a moan that she wanted to suppress but couldn't. As I continued to lick deeper, Chen Jie finally couldn't hold back anymore and began to let out the moans that a woman should have. Seeing that the time was right, I quickly mounted her. My big cock aimed at Chen Jie's already wet vulva, and I suddenly lowered my waist, inserting my entire cock to the root. Perhaps I used too much force. Sister Chen, her face contorted in pain, winced and said, "Let me be gentle, yours is too big." "Ouch!" I didn't care. This time, I used every kind of force and technique imaginable. Because Sister Chen weighed less than 90 pounds, during this passionate moment, I stood up and lifted her off the ground, thrusting into her with great force. This position forced Sister Chen to hold onto my neck with both hands, her head tilted back, helplessly enduring the thrusting. If I let go, her body would fall back down. I continued this position for less than a minute before Sister Chen began to beg for mercy. This position was ultimately too tiring; after about three minutes of vigorous thrusting, I was drenched in sweat. I had no choice but to put Sister Chen back on the bed. At this moment, Sister Chen lay limp on the bed like a dead person. And I still didn't feel like ejaculating. Seeing that Sister Chen was already paralyzed, I had no choice but to climb on top of her again, using that classic position of holding her legs, slightly raising my hips, and pressing the woman down beneath me. After countless thrusts, with a tingling sensation in my penis, I ejaculated the semen I had accumulated all night deep into Sister Chen's body once more.
This ordeal truly exhausted Sister Chen. After I got up and admired her delicate body for a long time, she slowly came to her senses. Looking at me with dazed eyes, she said, "You're a madman. You'll ruin me one day." I pulled Sister Chen close, saying, "Don't worry, you won't. I will never let you ruin me. Because I want to possess you carefully for the rest of my life." Then, Sister Chen remained silent for a long time, her petite body lying on her side in my arms. A small hand playfully fiddled with the chest hair on my chest, and she whispered, "Dong, I'm so scared. Really scared. I never thought I'd be like this." I quickly hugged her tightly and said, "Don't be afraid. As long as you follow my instructions, I promise to protect you. Trust me." Sister Chen said again, "But what if..." Before she could finish, I kissed her lips and said, "I said, there's no 'what if.' It's certain." Seeing that I said that, Sister Chen could only lie quietly in my arms without saying a word. We cuddled like this for a long time. Seeing that it was past 7 o'clock, Sister Chen got up and said, "I have to go to work. I can't compare to you, always loafing around and doing nothing." I smiled slightly and said, "Okay, baby, I'll take you to work after breakfast." Then we went to the living room and sweetly ate the breakfast I brought. Then we went downstairs one after the other. I was very cautious when I went out. She opened the door first and peeked out through the crack to make sure no one was there before letting me go out first. I went downstairs first, drove the car to the entrance of the community, and waited for her to get in. After dropping her off at her workplace, I said to her, "Qian, I need you with me tonight. I'll pick you up from get off work this afternoon." I knew her husband wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon. Sister Chen immediately smiled and kissed me, then got out of the car without saying a word.
Watching Sister Chen's departing figure, I finally let out a long sigh. I thought to myself, "Finally, I've got this little slut! Finally, I have a convenient 'meat pot' for myself. Tonight, I'm going to teach you a lesson." To avoid arousing my wife's suspicion, I specially bought some good food and ate lunch with her at her shop. I told her I had a business dinner that evening and wouldn't be coming over. I told her to order takeout if she wanted anything. Then, in the afternoon, I went home, grabbed my laptop and hard drive, and put them in the car. The hard drive contained a lot of adult films of various genres that I had downloaded. I planned to go to Sister Chen's house that evening and enjoy them together. Finally, it was Sister Chen's turn to get off work. I waited for her at the pre-arranged intersection one block ahead of her workplace, just to avoid being seen by her colleagues. After picking her up, we went straight to her house. On the way, Sister Chen wanted to buy groceries to cook dinner, but I refused, saying we should just order takeout. After a passionate encounter at home, I was awakened by a knock on the door. I figured the takeout had arrived. After dinner, I didn't rush to have sex with her. Instead, I opened my laptop, found a few adult films with rather explicit content, and watched them together with Sister Chen on the sofa. The films featured various forms of oral sex, anal sex, enemas, adult toys, threesomes, and Western SM training. Sister Chen was stunned. She muttered to herself, "Foreigners really know how to have fun. I didn't know they had so many tricks up their sleeves." I whispered in Sister Chen's ear, "Exciting, isn't it? I'll slowly train you like this in the future, so you can try all these tricks too." Sister Chen shook her head in horror, saying, "No, no, I don't want to, it's too disgusting." I said, "You'll get used to it, it's not disgusting at all." As I spoke, I casually put Sister Chen's hand inside my pants, grasping my hard, burning penis. Sister Chen knew what I was going to do next.
I took off my pants on the sofa, gesturing for Sister Chen to give me oral sex as well. Sister Chen reluctantly complied, but her technique was really bad. It wasn't comfortable at all. Later I found out that her husband wasn't very accepting of oral sex, and had never licked Chen Jie's vagina. Their sex positions had always been those few traditional ones, and it was always rushed. What a beautiful young woman who needed to be disciplined! It seemed I could only teach her step by step. That night we played pretty wildly. I even taught her 69 oral sex. That night I ejaculated inside Chen Jie twice, and that's when I found out she was wearing an IUD, which is why she never refused. I also took a lot of pictures of Chen Jie giving me oral sex, being fucked, and showering, and saved them on my hard drive. At first, Chen Jie resolutely refused to be photographed. I coaxed her into taking a few pictures to look at, and then we'd delete them. That's how she finally agreed to take them. But after we finished filming, I refused to delete it. I teased Sister Chen on the bed, saying, "I'm going to leave you with evidence, so you'll never escape my grasp." Sister Chen angrily punched me several times, saying, "How can you be so shameless? You've already taken advantage of me, and you still act like this." Thinking back on that scene is really funny. Another scene was when I was having sex with Sister Chen from behind on the bed, I made her look up at her wedding photo with her husband on the headboard. I said, "This idiot man was chasing me and cursing me on QQ more than half a year ago. I was so angry I wanted to kill him." Sister Chen, panting heavily, said, "You bastard, you're bullying someone else's wife and you're saying such things about her." Hearing this, I thrust harder, saying, "Not only am I going to bully his wife, I'm going to possess her forever." ... Thinking back on that conversation, it's quite funny. Hahaha,
that night I played around at Sister Chen's house until after 1 a.m. before I got up, dressed, and prepared to go home. Sister Chen didn't deliberately try to keep me, knowing I'd have to go home sooner or later. Besides, spending the night out would only arouse Wenwen's (my wife's) suspicion. Back home, before going upstairs, I made sure to drink a few more sips of alcohol, deliberately spilling some on myself. Reeking of alcohol, I knocked on the door and went home. My wife was already asleep. I deliberately kissed her with my alcohol-smelling lips. She opened her blurry eyes and said irritably, "You've had quite a bit to drink again, haven't you? Go take a shower before going to bed." After showering, I lay in bed, savoring the wonderful moments of the day. I slept soundly that night. I woke up at 10 a.m. These past few days I'd been thinking only about how to sleep with someone else's wife, and I had a lot of work piling up. I got up and went to the office I shared with my friend to start organizing my backlog. I didn't contact Sister Chen again, but around 3 p.m., I received a call from my wife. I heard that Sister Chen's husband had returned from his trip, and Sister Chen called my wife to invite our family over for dinner that evening. Of course, I was happy to oblige and readily agreed. I put down my work early that afternoon and went to the shop to pick up my wife, and we went to Sister Chen's house together. When we arrived, we found another family had already arrived with their child. Sister Chen's husband was busy taking out some local specialties and snacks he had brought back from his trip and distributing them to us. However, we didn't see Sister Chen. After asking her husband, we learned that she had to buy groceries on her way home after get off work. So, we sat down and drank tea with the other family's husband and Sister Chen's husband, chatting about his experiences during his three-day trip. Sister Chen's husband was clearly having a great time, telling us all about his trip, and his son would occasionally chime in, adding to his father's stories. Seeing how happy Sister Chen's husband was made me incredibly happy too. Thinking to myself, "You're having fun out there, but I'm having even more fun at home with your wife," I chatted for about half an hour. Then Sister Chen came back, carrying a large bag of things. Seeing us all there, she greeted us politely, but avoided eye contact, acting as if nothing had happened yesterday. She only chatted and laughed with my wife and the other woman's wife. I thought to myself, "She's quite the actress. I'll teach her a lesson later if I get the chance."
After a few more polite exchanges, Sister Chen and her husband went to the kitchen. Our two families sat on the sofa in the living room, drinking tea and chatting. Since the other family had two young children, the older one seemed to be eight or nine, and the younger one had just learned to walk and couldn't talk much, along with Sister Chen's child, the three children were playing noisily. My wife had to go with the other woman to the children's bedroom to help look after them, making sure they didn't get into any trouble. Only the other woman's husband and I were left in the living room, exchanging polite, trivial conversation. Sister Chen and her husband were busily working in the kitchen. A few moments later, four dishes were on the table, when Sister Chen's husband suddenly realized they only had less than a case of beer left. He told Sister Chen they were out of beer and he had to go out to buy some. Sister Chen agreed, and her husband went out to buy more. Seeing my opportunity, I quickly stood up and called out, "Sister Chen, let me help you!" Sister Chen hurriedly replied from the kitchen, "No need, no need, you two sit and rest." Before she finished speaking, I had already gotten up and gone to the kitchen doorway. Sister Chen saw me come in, glanced at me, and blushed slightly. She continued chopping vegetables, saying, "Go sit and have some tea with them, I can do it myself." I didn't say anything, just smiled mischievously. I pulled Sister Chen over and pressed her against the wall behind the kitchen door. Sister Chen stared at me in shock, her eyes wide, and whispered, "Are you crazy? Stop." Before she could finish, I kissed her, and at the same time, my hand slipped inside her panties, teasing her clitoris with my fingers. All of this took less than a minute, a single, seamless act. I quickly stood up, deliberately raising my voice, and said, "Sister Chen, if there's nothing I can help with, I'll head out." Sister Chen glared at me, both helpless and annoyed, before finally replying, "Go on out, you can't help here." And so I enjoyed that wonderful and incredibly exciting moment. Some of you might be thinking of those scenes from Japanese adult films, where they're having sex in the kitchen behind the backs of guests or family. I can only say, "Wake up, that's really reckless. I already felt a bit defiant to do that back then."
I had barely sat down after leaving the kitchen when Sister Chen's husband came in, panting, carrying a case of beer. The food was almost ready. He told us not to wait and to start drinking. He then called out the wives and three children from the other two families in the house. We all ate together. The three of us men poured ourselves beers and started eating. The last dish was Sister Chen's specialty: cola chicken wings. After all the dishes were served, Sister Chen chose a seat opposite me. She continued chatting only with the other two wives, deliberately avoiding my gaze and not making eye contact. I, of course, knew better than to overstep the mark. I casually picked up a chicken wing and started eating it with my hand. After finishing it, I deliberately praised it loudly, "Sister Chen, your cola chicken wings are really good! They're delicious!" At the same time, I threw down the chicken bone I had just finished eating and deliberately sucked on the two unwashed fingers I had used to probe Sister Chen's vagina in front of her. Sister Chen saw this and quickly smiled slightly. I said, "If you like it, I'll cook it for you every time you come." But only I noticed that Sister Chen's cheeks flushed slightly, realizing the hidden meaning behind my licking my fingers. At the same time, my wife and the other woman were teasing me, saying, "You're really greedy, it's not that bad, you even lick your fingers clean after eating." Then my wife chuckled and handed me a tissue to wipe my hands. Hahahaha... everyone spent the whole night in this laughter. Of course, I never had another chance to make a move on Sister Chen. After dinner, we chatted for a while, then each took our wives and children home. Oh, right, I also brought back some local delicacies that Sister Chen's husband had brought back from out of town. How thoughtful! I was so tired of playing with his wife, it was only right that he treat me. Hahaha,
now that Sister Chen's husband was back, I certainly couldn't just text Sister Chen at night anymore. I had to keep it a secret. From then on, whenever I wanted to have sex, we would use our unique contact method and make an appointment. I would pick her up, but the time was very short, usually during Chen Jie's lunch break of about an hour. We'd rush to a hotel for a quickie. Sometimes, after Chen Jie finished get off work in the afternoon, I'd catch her in the car and give her oral sex. Later, I gradually discovered that Chen Jie, this seemingly weak and somewhat timid woman, was actually quite receptive. She was also very patient, though I didn't know why. For example, one Sunday, in a small hotel room, we finally had a longer, passionate sex session. After I fucked her hard, while I was penetrating her from behind, I held her ass and thrust into her while tentatively verbally training her. I made her say things like she was a slut, and Chen Jie readily agreed, calling me a slut while I fucked her, even calling me "brother" and telling me to fuck her until she was broken, etc. After the passion subsided, lying on the bed holding Chen Jie, I could hardly believe it myself. This seemingly delicate and virtuous young woman actually possessed such an unknown side. Thus, a more in-depth training plan was born in my mind... *cough cough cough*... I think I'll stop here. Writing so much feels too tiring. And there's no payment for this.
Let me end this briefly. It's been about two years now, and Sister Chen has completely fallen into my hands. I've lost count of how much semen she's swallowed and how many times I've ejaculated inside her. Basically... Two or three times a month, she would receive the baptism of my big cock. She even gave me her first anus. But honestly, after that anal sex, I felt absolutely no pleasure. When I pulled out my cock, a bunch of yellow excrement came out, staining the sheets; you can imagine the smell. There were even a few streaks of blood around Chen Jie's anus. I remember that time Chen Jie's face was contorted in pain. She was basically crying and screaming as I opened her anus. So much so that a few days later, when I was about to fuck Chen Jie's anus again, she knelt down and begged me not to. Hahaha, However, I later realized it was due to our lack of experience. Later, I specifically bought an enema kit, lubricant, and anal plugs online. I slowly started exploring again, finally fully developing and perfecting Sister Chen's anus, making it another way for me to release my pent-up desires.

Oh, and there was another time. While licking Sister Chen's vagina, I deliberately asked her if her husband had fucked her recently. Sister Chen said he had two days ago. Although I knew she and her husband only fucked once every two months or so, the thought of my own vagina being licked so passionately just two days ago, and even having someone ejaculate inside me, made me realize that my own vagina had been fucked and had been penetrated two days prior. Suddenly, a surge of jealousy welled up inside me. I picked up Sister Chen, made her stick her buttocks up, and thrust into her from behind. While thrusting forcefully, I slapped her buttocks hard with my hand; I felt I was being quite rough. Her buttocks were covered in red welts. Sister Chen cried from the pain. After ejaculating, I held Sister Chen's frail body and told her what had happened. Sister Chen didn't blame me anymore; instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck like a docile kitten. She whispered in my ear, "Then next time I'm with him (Sister Chen's husband), I can make him wear a condom, right?" I was secretly pleased, but I pretended to be serious and said, "He probably won't agree, will he?" Sister Chen said, "I'll tell him I removed my IUD; he doesn't want a second child anyway. That way, he won't dare not wear a condom." I kept looking at Sister Chen, who was nestled in my arms, naked and clinging to me like a little bird, with feigned seriousness. I didn't say a word; actually, I hadn't thought of anything to say. Sister Chen thought I was really angry, so she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck and shook me playfully, saying, "Oh dear, I'm someone else's wife after all. You can't just monopolize someone else's husband's wife and not let him touch her, can you?" I chuckled at this and kissed Sister Chen, saying, "You said it yourself. From now on, when your husband touches you, you have to make him wear a condom. If I find out you lied to me, I definitely won't be as gentle with you as I was this time." After hearing this, Sister Chen immediately became like a little girl, pressing her face tightly against mine and saying, "Oh dear, I'll do whatever you say, okay, my good husband? Don't be angry anymore." "Thinking about it now, it's still funny. That good-for-nothing man, who paid for his wife, is now being ravaged by me with all sorts of anal sex and ejaculation. And when he finally gets the time and inclination to have sex, his wife forces him to use a condom. Sometimes, I feel sorry for Chen's husband. Anyway, so many interesting things have happened with Chen over the past two years. But like I said, winning over this beautiful young woman was truly a difficult and winding road. But the rewards were so many surprises. I never imagined that with my long-term, careful nurturing and training, she would become such a cooperative and submissive woman. But in short, no matter how beautiful..." Behind every woman, there's a man who's so disgusted by her that he's practically sick of her. After two years of meticulous "training," I've genuinely grown tired of Sister Chen. Now, she's the one who's taken the initiative, asking me out many times. When I'm too lazy to have sex with her, I usually refuse, citing a safe period as an excuse. But I still manage to find time to properly "train" her once or twice a month, and each time is very enjoyable. I've filmed several videos of her fucking and swallowing semen during the training, and those videos are permanently stored on my hard drive. However, I will absolutely not leak them. Because it could really ruin a person, a family. That most basic responsibility should be upheld.
I've rambled on quite a bit again, but in the end, I still want to say a few words of honest advice to those fellow wolves who share similar thoughts. If you're also married and want to woo a virtuous woman, remember, safety comes first. You must have sufficient emotional intelligence and a strong sense of responsibility to develop a meticulous plan and detailed actions. Only after creating a comprehensive safe environment and emotional barrier for her can she wholeheartedly surrender to your embrace. Always use your brain to consider her safety; this is also protecting yourself. If you can't do this, or if your time and energy are limited, then please be cautious. Just enjoy reading other people's stories online. Also, when pursuing a truly virtuous woman, don't rush things. Learn to be subtle and persuasive, seizing opportunities when they arise. A combination of gentle and forceful approaches will yield twice the results with half the effort. Because often, when you use the weapon of emotion to attack, the virtuous woman's mind may be in a state of conflict, unsure of what to do. At this time, you need to help her make a decision and solidify the relationship. Secondly, I want to remind everyone that after the deed is done, you need to be careful about the follow-up pace and not be too aggressive or impulsive. Again, safety is paramount. If you also have a hobby of taking photos and videos like me, please keep them safe. Don't show them off to a third party, and definitely don't post them online. This is a matter of basic conscience and responsibility. When meeting the other person, please always show respect in public or in the presence of a third party. Another important point is to avoid large chain hotels or guesthouses. Smartphones can now be located, and there's some function on the phone that records where the owner has been. These are all unstable factors. Finding several safe, clean hotels without location tracking is the right way. This way, the phone won't show the specific location you've been to. The location will generally only show a street or neighborhood nearby. Okay, that's all for now. Feel free to leave a comment if you guys can think of anything else to add. Next, I'll write about a much younger woman who was married for just over a year and whom I slept with. But the story won't be as dramatic. So I'm not sure if I'll write anything, there's really nothing to describe. Everything's just too ordinary. Same old rule: if too many readers are still persistent and leave comments asking me to continue writing, then I'll have to keep making a fool of myself. Otherwise, I won't write. It's tiring, doesn't pay, and it's taking away from my earning potential. I really don't want to write anymore. That's all for now, closing time. Time to get back to work.
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