[Fantasy] Erotic City Married Women (Complete) - 22-24

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Dr. Xu Series (02)

After that incident, I often ambushed her like this, and then enjoyed the panic, anger, pleading, helplessness and seductive charm in her small eyes amidst her husband's snoring.

I also ambushed her breasts, pressing her nipples through her bra, which was very interesting. With a gentle press and rub, she would tremble all over. Once, when I was massaging her shoulders from behind her head, watching her high breasts rise and fall, and the white and flawless cleavage in front of her low-cut dress, I finally couldn't resist the temptation. I slipped my hands into her bra and grabbed her two plump little white rabbits.

"Oh! What are you doing—um..." she exclaimed softly, but immediately quieted down. Perhaps it was because her two perky little nipples were suddenly rubbed by my palms, making her feel numb and enjoying it immensely?

Later, I discovered that Tao Hong's nipples were even more sensitive than her vagina. I liked to stand behind her head, lift her shirt and bra, gently cup my hands around her breasts, and quickly brush two fingers across her two round, firm nipples.

At this moment, her expression was most adorable: as I brushed, her small eyes narrowed in enjoyment, her shoulders and back heaved off the bed, her chin tilted high, and her cherry-like mouth opened and closed, making soft, rhythmic "heh, heh" sounds in sync with the movement of her shoulders.

This went on for over a month, her vulva and breasts being touched. The anger in Xiao Tao Hong's eyes had faded, replaced by a hint of unease, a shy acceptance, and a growing desire. But she seemed to have set a line for her infidelity; when I tried to take off her underwear, she resolutely refused. It was all that clingy husband's fault! Even though there was a curtain between them, and she was asleep, her husband was still so close. Being stripped naked by another man like that would be psychologically unsettling for any woman.

Just when I was at my wit's end, her clingy husband, as if by telepathy, went on a business trip.

That Sunday morning, I felt the sky was blue, the clouds were white, the leaves were green, and the flowers were red; I wanted to praise everything I saw!

After the usual massage and acupuncture, it was time for the urine test, as was customary. Xiao Tao Hong took a small plastic cup and went into the restroom. The restroom was right next to the examination bed, with only a squat toilet. The door was thin and had a louvered vent at the bottom, so whenever a pretty female patient went in to relieve herself, I would listen to her urine with great interest. Although I couldn't see,

the different sounds of women urinating—"hissing" and "pattering"—were like beautiful musical notes to my ears, tantalizing and intriguing.

Listening to Xiao Tao Hong's "hissing" sounds, I was thinking about how to win her over when suddenly a scream came from inside, and the door burst open.

"Help! Quick, quick, a cockroach..." Inside the half-open door, Xiao Tao Hong was gripping the doorknob with one hand and half-pulling up her pants with the other, her voice trembling with panic and tears. Her leggings and underwear were stuck on her legs, and she couldn't lift them up with one hand. A dark shadow gleamed at the end of her legs, and her round, white buttocks were raised high. She was urinating, but couldn't stop, spraying intermittently under her buttocks.

Two very cute, large, dark purple cockroaches were playfully crawling around her feet.

"Ah—" Another scream rang out. A lewd cockroach had crawled onto the back of her foot. She turned pale with fright, crying and kicking wildly, exposing her wet, plump vulva to me.

Thank goodness! I decisively rushed in, grabbed her knees and armpits, picked her up, and ran outside. When I carried her to the examination bed, she was still kicking her legs wildly in my arms. I leaned close to her ear and gently comforted her, "Little darling... don't be afraid, there are no more cockroaches... don't cry... don't be afraid, your husband isn't here, but I'm here..." After she calmed down a little, I didn't give her a chance to think anymore. I quietly kissed her teary eyes, licked away her tears, kissed her nose, and kissed her lips, until she slowly became aroused and her tongue intertwined with mine...

Later, when I grabbed her legs to admire her wet vulva that she had just urinated on, she suddenly woke up and shyly let out an "Ah!" as she bent her legs and squeezed them together. But this bending and squeezing not only made her plump vulva swell up even more like a peach, but also caused the urine that she hadn't finished urinating to overflow. Her two plump lips contracted and twitched, trying to hold it in, but the urine was still intermittent, spurting and flowing, steaming, and emitting a pungent, acrid fragrance that made my blood boil.

"It's going to rain, and your cunt needs to pee, just let it go, baby..." I teased her with vulgar language, and even slapped her soft, cute bottom amidst her coquettish protests: "Slap! Slap slap..." "

No...you bad guy, you hit me...uh...you pervert..." Her delicate moans strongly encouraged me to take further action. I picked up the small plastic cup she had just thrown away, stuck it to her vulva, and made "shh-shh-shh" sounds to urge her to urinate. She obediently moved her bottom towards the cup and continued to urinate. The stream of urine, at its last gasp, rose and fell, its trajectory highly irregular. I barely managed to collect half a cup, and just when I thought it was almost gone, she pushed again, spraying it all over my face. Ah,

that warmth, that fragrance! In a moment of excitement, I lifted her legs high and thrust them between her plump, tender thighs, greedily sucking up the last drops of urine… Later, I maintained this position, holding her legs high with one hand, without removing her pants wrapped around her legs, and guided my already hard “little doctor” directly into her tightly clenched vagina…

Tao Hong’s vagina was beautiful; her labia majora were thick, white, and smooth without hair, while her labia minora were slightly exposed, a deep red color, smooth and without wrinkles. The equally plump mons pubis had curls of black, glossy hair, creating a striking contrast with the surrounding whiteness. The sensation of fucking her was indescribable. Because she hadn’t had children, she was tighter than my wife and Xiaoling, but because of her abundant vaginal lubrication, thrusting was effortless. I felt tightly enveloped by warm, slippery soft flesh, occasionally contracting and wriggling. Her vulva was large and would even bravely rub against my glans. I almost ejaculated before I was used to it.

Such a wonderful vagina, often unexpectedly spurting out fine streams of urine—it was simply a marvelous vagina!

Tao Hong's orgasmic expressions were also unique.

Xiaoling's orgasm was like a fish on a chopping board, jumping and twitching violently, somewhat like an epileptic seizure. My wife Jialin, on the other hand, was a complete octopus, using both hands and feet to cling to you and rub her pubic hair against you until her own orgasm subsided. Tao Hong, however, was slightly more "civilized," holding you tightly on both sides of your waist, sometimes pushing you away, sometimes pulling back, adjusting her own level of pleasure; like a soldier in a war movie, shot in the chest and dying from lack of oxygen, she puffed out her chest, raised her shoulders, tilted her chin high, and gasped for breath; the blush on her face was concentrated around her nose, even the tip and wings of her nose were red, her small, curved eyes were half-closed, only the whites of her eyes were visible, like a blind person.

No wonder some sex experts say: there are a hundred kinds of vaginas, but there are thousands of ways for women to orgasm.

After that, we never had a chance to be alone together again. But over there, the snoring was deafening. Behind the curtain, Tao Hong's small eyes were filled with tenderness and endless charm.

There's a famous saying: "A woman's vagina is the passage to her heart; once you open her vagina, her heart will naturally open to you." So true!

However, with her husband outside the curtain, she resolutely refused to let me have sex, not even take off her underwear. But touching her vulva from one side was allowed—women are so strange. Later, one Sunday, after lying down on the examination bed, she nervously glanced at her husband's side, and only after hearing his snoring did she begin to beckon me with her charming eyes, slowly lifting her skirt like revealing a treasure—good heavens! A pale purple, thin, semi-transparent, lace-trimmed, narrow, and open-crotch thong!

A woman having an affair is truly charming, clever, and playful!

Although I could touch her vulva and play with her breasts as I pleased, the "little doctor" could no longer taste the sweetness, which remained a regret.

Finally, one day, the "big doctor," unable to resist the "little doctor's" desperate pleas, slipped two sleeping pills into Tao Hong's husband's tea...

"Please, don't do this, oh, um... really, no..." Tao Hong pleaded softly, while the "little doctor's" large head had already pulled down her thong and was sliding inside her wet, muddy cleft.

"Don't worry, I just put half a sleeping pill in your husband's tea, he won't wake up for a while..."

"How could you do this! Oh, be gentle... it feels so good..."

“It’s okay, if he really wakes up, I’ll just pull out, put on my coat, and your pants will be perfectly intact, no one will notice! Besides, my head is already inside, hehe…”

“You…you’re too much of a pervert!…Please, please don’t come in anymore, oh!…Tomorrow, okay? We’ll go somewhere else…I…give you…okay…oh!” She said “oh,” then covered her mouth, glancing sideways in alarm at her husband. After two “ohs,” the “little doctor” was already more than halfway in…

Having sex with a married woman while her husband was snoring was a first for me, and the feeling was something I wouldn’t want even if I were an emperor! At first, I slowly thrust in and out in rhythm with the snoring, fully savoring the wonderful sensation of Tao Hong’s tight, slippery, and warm pussy. Later, I discovered that this guy’s snoring wasn’t very regular, gradually becoming irregular. One time, I pulled out of her pussy with a long snoring sound, but after waiting for a long time, there was no more sound, only the sound of “ah-mu ah-mu” smacking lips.

At that moment, I really wanted to run over, grab him, and slap him a few times: If you're going to hit someone, hit them properly! Why are you smacking your lips? Is something in your dreams really that delicious? As delicious as your wife's pussy? Humph!

I don't care about the rhythm anymore! With a "plop," I thrust in hard again. Who knew that when I first thrust slowly in and out, a lot of air had accumulated inside, and now with this hard thrust, "plop—" Little Tao Hong let out a "pussy fart," and many milky white bubbles of various sizes came out of her vaginal opening.

"Oh! Be gentle...you rascal—" She had just cried out in pain when she was immediately embarrassed by her own "pussy fart," her face turning bright red, and she patted my shoulder, complaining about me.

Whether it was from being embarrassed by the "fart" or because she was approaching orgasm, as I continued thrusting, warm, clear urine would occasionally flow from her vaginal opening, giving "Little Doctor" a bath. The "little doctor," in a moment of exhilaration, quickened his pace and increased the intensity... Finally, another "soldier on the receiving end" lay beneath me, chest puffed out, neck arched, panting heavily...

Before being "shot," Xiao Tao Hong habitually glanced in the direction of her husband's snoring.

After twice "opening up" the young woman's heart, the proud white-collar worker completely transformed into a docile little wife behind the curtain, obedient and submissive, letting me manipulate her as I pleased. Although I cherished her and promised her I would no longer have intimate relations with her husband at the clinic, in the days that followed, Xiao Tao Hong's vaginal fluids, my semen, and of course, her urine were left behind in the hourly room near the mobile company, in my Citroen C8, and on the secluded grassy areas of the park.

A year later, her urinary incontinence had been cured, but we still met almost every week. In moments of intense intimacy, Xiao Tao Hong told me many secrets about her marriage. For example, her husband was a virgin until he was 32; she had a boyfriend before marrying him and had sex with him three times; her husband's penis was small, clean, and foreskin-covered, and each time they had sex, it lasted no more than five minutes, and she had never experienced an orgasm during sex with her husband; her husband was so good to her, she never thought she would have an affair, but she never expected that I, this rogue doctor, would "steal her heart"; besides being handsome, having a big penis, lasting a long time, and being skilled at seduction, she never expected that he would dare to use vulgar language with her in private, such as "fuck," "penis," "cunt," "pee," etc., which was also the reason why she liked me!

When asked about the feeling of having an affair next to her husband, she was shy and did not answer at first, but later, unable to resist my repeated questioning and extreme seduction, she finally admitted that the time she was penetrated by me next to her husband was the most exciting sex she had ever had. When she orgasmed, "my mind went blank, and I felt like I was flying in the air for a long time before landing."

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Last summer, she told me she was about to immigrate to Canada with her husband, and she cried her eyes out in my arms. I squeezed out some tears too, comforting her, saying that even if we're separated by a thousand miles, we'll eventually meet again. Taking advantage of that sweet, clingy moment, I shamelessly asked her for a "farewell gift"—one more time to experience the pleasure of having sex with her while she was with her husband. Deeply in love, Xiao Tao Hong hesitated for a long time before finally shyly agreeing.

That evening, the couple hosted a dinner for me at home, partly as a thank you and parting. During the meal, Xiao Tao Hong kept begging her husband to toast me. She and her husband would sometimes joke and tease each other, sometimes gaze deeply into each other's eyes, showing no sign of infidelity.

That's when I truly understood what a cheating woman was like: in front of her lover, she was completely submissive and had very low intelligence; but in front of her husband, she was a master actress!

That night was the most unforgettable and wildest night in my history of seducing women.

On their wedding bed, beside the sleeping man (whose drink, of course, had been laced with sleeping pills I'd given him by his wife), I used every trick in the book to toy with Xiao Tao Hong. I swore and cursed, my penis thrashing about, tossing and turning her over and over, until her vagina was swollen, she peed, and the bed was covered in stains…

Finally, I made her lie on top of her husband, embracing his head, her buttocks raised high—amidst her husband's thunderous snoring and her soft moans of pain, I took her virginity…

Throughout the night, Xiao Tao Hong's vagina opened and closed repeatedly, and I ejaculated repeatedly, becoming an "extraordinary man four times in one night"

… Around 3 a.m., after moving her husband up and down the bed and changing the sheets, I kissed her goodbye through Xiao Tao Hong's tearful, lingering eyes…

A month later, she went abroad. We didn't see each other for a month. Firstly, I felt this would help her process her emotions and leave more easily; secondly, I had just remarried Jialin and was busy dealing with my "new" wife.

Before takeoff, she sent me a message: "We're leaving, take care!" I guess her husband was nearby.

"Foreign doctors aren't good; if you have hypochondria, go back to China and see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor," I replied.

And so, a "leaky love affair" ended with a touch of sadness…

As the saying goes, women are made of water.

There are three kinds of fluids from a woman's genitals: urine, vaginal secretions (which have many colloquial names, such as spring water, vaginal fluid, and semen), and a mysterious liquid somewhere in between, the composition of which remains undetermined. The Japanese call this phenomenon "squirt," which is quite apt.

Usually, confessions like this begin with a self-introduction, but I have to introduce someone else first—it's because of this person that I thought of writing this article.

Those who have read "The Fragrance of Red Apricots: The Eunuch's Wife" might remember a character named Wei An who claimed to be a close confidant of the Party Secretary—that's the person I'm talking about. He

changed his alias to "The Flower-Loving Gentleman," thinking I wouldn't recognize him?

Originally, his exposé of official corruption was a good thing for society and the people, and I enjoyed reading it. But when I saw his writing outline in the preface, one of the pieces was about me, and I was furious! So what if I seduced his girlfriend's sister-in-law? Did he have to vilify me like that?

Actually, although we weren't close, we admired each other. He was a figure half in government and half in business, highly regarded by the deputy secretary of the municipal Party committee, and very successful in business, yet he was low-key and steady in his dealings. What was most admirable was his ability to remain untainted by corruption and not rely on others for power.

Once, we drank until late at night, initially discussing corruption in politics, but later focusing on women. His preferences and insights about women were truly "great minds think alike"! The only difference was that he seemed somewhat disdainful of my methods when it came to dealing with women, but I wasn't angry. I even jokingly referred to him and me as "one righteous, one wicked in the world of sex."

If it weren't for the affair with his girlfriend's sister-in-law, I think we would have become close friends—but God knows, I truly didn't know back then that lovely young woman was Xiaoxue's (Wei An's girlfriend's) sister-in-law!

I'll leave the details as a mystery for now, but in short, after he sternly warned me "Don't touch my sister-in-law again," we broke off our friendship.

Now, before he writes that article about how I seduced respectable women, I've decided to preemptively expose myself and steal his thunder!

My name is Xu Bowen, and I am 45 years old. I was born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. My great-grandfather was a famous doctor in the Qing Dynasty, renowned for his acupuncture and massage skills. These skills were passed down from my grandfather and father to me, making me a somewhat well-known "young TCM doctor" in the city. (I'm 45 years old, still considered young? Well, that's what they call me in the medical field!)

My mother studied Western medicine and was the former vice president of the hospital where I currently work. After retiring, she and my father opened a small clinic. With her expertise in gynecology and my father's superb acupuncture and massage skills, the clinic, though small, became very famous.

Five years ago, both my parents passed away, leaving the clinic to me. Before they died, they instructed me to carry on their medical ethics and skills.

I'm not particularly ambitious; I couldn't get into a good medical school before, but through my parents' connections... I barely managed to get into a traditional Chinese medicine university, and later, thanks to my parents' reputation, I got a job as a doctor at my current hospital. Many of my colleagues from the same cohort are now chief physicians or attending physicians, while I'm still just coasting along. At one point, the hospital even considered closing down the traditional Chinese medicine department, but it was only thanks to the blessings of my parents and the calls from senior medical professionals to "protect national treasures and promote traditional Chinese medicine" that I managed to keep my job. Therefore, my parents' expectation that I will "carry forward and glorify" medical skills is somewhat unrealistic.

But... I do have some talent for the family's traditional acupuncture and massage techniques. While I'm not a "cure-all," I've cured quite a few difficult and complicated cases. The clinic's reputation hasn't diminished at all since my parents were alive—in that respect, I haven't disappointed them, haha.

As for what they call "medical ethics"... well, it depends on what you mean. When it comes to treating and saving lives, I'm not bragging, but I'm truly impeccable. My fees for acupuncture, massage, and dispensing medicine are cheaper than other clinics and pharmacies; I've never overcharged patients by a single penny. It's even been reported in the newspapers. I've told you about how I cured two laid-off workers of hemiplegia for free!

But I have a flaw (actually, it should be considered a virtue, hehe) – I'm a womanizer! Women who come to my clinic, once I set my sights on them, rarely escape my "clutches." Especially married women; in the four years I've run the clinic, I've slept with over twenty of them, and countless others I've had physical intimacy with, but it was always consensual, without any coercion – wouldn't that be considered "moral depravity"? My parents, please enlighten me in heaven!

Speaking of which … I'm going to spend some time discussing lecherous male doctors here, so please don't find me long-winded!

It's in a man's nature to be lustful, and male doctors have the convenient means to act on their desires, so why wouldn't they? Unless there are three types of people: the foolish, homosexuals (purely heterosexual), and those who have lost their sexual ability. As far as I know, at least 95% of the male doctors I know have sexually harassed female patients. Of course, there are some differences in degree, and I roughly divide them into three categories.

The first... One type is the more orthodox, the so-called "upright and ethical" male doctor. They usually maintain a stern, gentlemanly demeanor, are meticulous in their work, highly career-driven, and single-mindedly focused on medical research or career advancement. But let's not forget, they are men too. Imagine a beautiful woman undressing and lying on the examination table, shyly and helplessly allowing him to manipulate her—wouldn't they be tempted?

Of course, these men are very rational, often prioritizing their careers over sexual desire. If they truly succumb to temptation, at most... It's nothing more than groping and indulging in physical pleasure with beautiful women—and all of this is done under a facade of seriousness or friendliness. That's why I call this type the "disguised type."

Dr. Hao in our hospital's internal medicine department is one of these. He's in his fifties, a chief physician, and quite well-known in the city's medical community. He's kind and friendly to both male and female patients, seemingly an upright doctor. But once, I caught him secretly reaching his hand between a female patient's legs, hehe.

This kind of occasional lewd "disguised type" accounts for the majority of male doctors, about 65-70%.

The second type is the "perverted type." Whenever a woman with even a little bit of attractiveness comes to see a doctor, this kind of male doctor's eyes light up, his face beaming with a lewd grin! After a few minutes of necessary "transition" on the examination table, his lewd hand is out, always touching sensitive areas, leaving the women unable to curse or escape, only able to shyly endure his harassment (generally, doctors in mainland China have a certain "lewd power" in front of patients). (Oh) Generally, in outpatient departments such as internal medicine, proctology, and gynecology, where there is direct physical contact with female patients, there are more doctors with this kind of lewd behavior. Li Meng from the proctology department of our hospital and I get along quite well. We often drink and talk about women; we're kind of "friends through wine and women." Amidst the clinking of glasses, he vividly describes how to get shy women to take off their pants, stick their buttocks out, and lie face down on the examination table; how to spread their plump, soft buttocks to expose their tense, writhing anuses; and how to use fingers coated with lubricant (sometimes even...) He wouldn't even "wear" gloves (he inserts his penis into their little anuses, making them drip with lust... just hearing about it makes my dick hard! Imagine if your wife unfortunately fell into his hands, hehe...

My former colleague, Lu Jian, who now runs his own private cosmetic surgery hospital, as well as Liu Dahai, the associate chief physician of internal medicine at our hospital, and Kong Bianda (we privately call him "Pervert Kong") from the anesthesiology department, all belong to this type. I'll mention them later if I have the chance.

In short, this type of "lewd" doctor can... To sum it up in sixteen characters: "If there's an opportunity, touch it; if you touch it, go all the way; don't let the beautiful go untouched, and even the ugly will be tasted.

" A fellow horny guy asked, "If you encounter a woman who's considered 'dinosaur-like,' can you bring yourself to touch her?" I've asked that question before, and here's how my friend Dr. Li Meng, a man of many tastes, answered: "Unless she looks particularly disgusting, I generally want to have a hand on her. Don't be fooled by women's less-than-ideal faces; some women have very beautiful vaginas and anuses! Besides, what man isn't going to look at, touch, and taste all kinds of vaginas? Those are things only their husbands look at." "What a pity to miss out on those private places you can see and taste! In my opinion, a man who hasn't seen or tasted a hundred vaginas in his life isn't a real man, he's lived in vain! That's why I became a doctor, hehehe..." You tell me, isn't that kind of perverted?

However, this type of male doctor is a minority, probably only about 5-10%.

This third type is somewhere between the two above, more lustful and bolder than the "disguised type," but not as blatant and direct as the "lewd type." It's about having courage... Scheming, methodical, and adept at reading people, they accurately capture the mixed feelings of fear and anticipation among young women seeking infidelity. Using seduction as their primary tactic, supplemented by tenderness, they often manage to "capture" both the body and the heart of a young woman seeking love.

To be honest, I belong to this category, hence the euphemism "Seducer" ("Hunter" is also acceptable, still considering...hehe). These "Seducers" are generally quite secretive and difficult to quantify, but based on my knowledge and conservative estimates, there are probably 10-15 of them. %? But there are experts and novices among them. There probably aren't many "masters of seduction" as successful as me, hehe.

I've rambled on for a while, mainly to set the stage for what follows, and also out of good intentions, to remind all you guys to be careful when taking your wives to the doctor (or reminding them if they go alone) and to be wary of male doctors. If you

encounter a "disguised" one, you're lucky, even if your wife is exceptionally "tempting," or if the doctor just happens to be "sperm-rich" that day. "Don't worry, at most you'll just be scratching your head a few times; you won't end up wearing a thick green hat.

Even if you encounter a 'lewd' doctor, it's not too bad. As mentioned before, these kinds of doctors' eyes light up and they drool the moment they see a woman coming to see them, behaving extremely 'attentively.' Their lewd behavior is obvious to anyone with eyes. If your wife avoids him like the plague, then congratulations—your wife is a 'virtuous lady' unlikely to stray (of course, she hasn't met me yet, haha)." (Ha); If your wife, under his lecherous gaze and slightly flirtatious questions, still awkwardly gets onto the examination bed and shyly lets him grope her (there are quite a few women like this), then congratulations—you've found an excellent "litmus test." The lecherous doctor has tested your wife's "fidelity," meaning that given the right conditions, your wife will eventually cheat on you. This is better than you being secretly cuckolded later, right? As the saying goes, "a short pain is worse than a long one," so it's better to be prepared sooner rather than later!

The most unfortunate one would be encountering a "seduction master" doctor, like the best of the best—myself, Dr. Xu.

But for your wife (of course, she has to be attractive enough to catch my eye, of course), it's hard to say whether meeting me is a blessing or a curse! But for you, well… hey, see that green mist rising above your head?

If you don't believe me, keep a close eye on the updates of the "Dr. Xu Series"! Maybe your wife is actually in the story, hehe (lewd laugh)…

Some brothers might be a little unconvinced: Anyway, you're the one with the keyboard, keep bragging!

Hey—you've really met a serious one!

Trying to provoke me, huh? Trying to goad me, huh? Fine! If I don't show you my secrets today, you really won't know how many fingers Dr. Xu, the "seduction master," has!

Someone asked: Fingers? What does fingers have to do with anything?

Brother, I have to say—be kind, even when reading!

The person became even more confused: "...

I mean, you have to read carefully, with your heart and brain, to do justice to the author! Okay, okay, seeing you still looking clueless, I'll explain in more detail. Sigh...

didn't I mention earlier that my signature techniques are acupuncture and massage? Acupuncture emphasizes stability, accuracy, and speed, while massage emphasizes 'the flow of qi between the fingers and palms, recognizing acupoints with eyes closed, varying the intensity and speed of treatment.' Can these techniques be done without nimble fingers?

Of course, by nimble, I mean another layer of meaning: if the object is a beautiful and alluring young woman, after the acupuncture and massage have achieved their therapeutic effect (I have medical ethics and know the principle of treating illness first, lust second), my fingers will be even more 'nimble,' hey...

you all want to hear it, right? Okay, Dr. Xu is in the mood today, so let's talk about it!"

Hmm—so many young married women, which one should I start with… Oh right, I just had a tryst with Pei Yuxin, the beautiful woman I've been hooking up with for two years, last night, so let's start with her.

It was an afternoon two years ago, and I was leisurely reading a magazine in my traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

My clinic was the quietest in the entire hospital. People who really wanted to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor went to the famous private clinics; those who came to this state-run hospital were all looking for Western medicine. So, apart from those referred by internal medical staff who knew my specialty, and some who had originally booked appointments at other clinics but couldn't wait in the long lines and had to "settle down" by being "recommended" to come here, I hardly saw any people in a day, maybe a dozen or twenty on the busiest days. So it's no wonder the hospital administration once considered cutting back on the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, haha.

I'm not one to chase fame or fortune, and I'm happy with my leisure.

But as I idled away my time, I couldn't help but feel a little bored—why isn't there a single pretty woman coming to see me today? A lustful thought crossed my mind, and I remembered the incident from this morning.

An acquaintance's elderly father needed surgery at our hospital. They'd already given the surgeon a bribe, but couldn't find the anesthesiologist. Hearing that the anesthesiologist was crucial, he asked me to find out who the anesthesiologist was for that day and give him the bribe. I checked yesterday and it was "Kong the Pervert," but I couldn't find him and forgot about it. When I remembered, it was late at night, so I rushed to the operating room early the next morning. The nurse on duty said Dr. Kong was still in operating room number 1, administering anesthesia to another patient. Upon further inquiry, I learned that my acquaintance's father had already been taken to operating room number 3 and was lying on that cold stretcher waiting for anesthesia!

Many hospitals in China these days are so inhumane! Even though the surgeon isn't supposed to arrive until 9 am, they insist on taking patients to the operating room before 7 am. Many timid patients lie in empty operating rooms, their blood pressure rising from fear. Then the anesthesiologist takes their blood pressure and says they're not suitable for surgery that day—and they're sent back! Is that humane?

Filled with sympathy for the poor Chinese patient, I gently pushed open the glass door of operating room number 1.

What was that "whooshing, panting" sound? It sounded a bit like…

I peered through the gap in the screen, and guess what? The huge operating room contained only one female patient, seemingly already anesthetized, lying unconscious on a stretcher. Someone asked: "Where's Dr. Kong?" Don't worry, I saw his head; it was buried between the woman's legs!

Everyone knows that patients waiting for surgery can only wear a surgical gown, and underneath they must be completely naked. At this moment, the female patient was like a lamb to the slaughter, her surgical gown pulled up to her waist, her legs spread open, her vulva and pubic hair being licked until wet, yet she was completely unaware—it looked like an abdominal surgery, under general anesthesia.

I glanced at the woman's face; she looked to be a young woman in her early twenties. Her family had helped the laborers bring her from her ward to the operating area early that morning, and they were probably still waiting outside the main gate.

Knowing that his wife (or daughter, sister) was being molested like this, he'd be furious!

It seems the rumors about this "pervert Kong" being caught by a nurse molesting a female patient under anesthesia were true!

Only someone like "pervert Kong" would do something so despicable—reaching out with his hands and tongue to an unconscious female patient! I despise him!

But despite my contempt, my penis was already hard. To avoid a confrontation, I quietly slipped out and deliberately asked the nurse loudly outside the door, "Which operating room is Dr. Kong in?"

"Didn't I tell you? Number 1!"

"Look at my memory! Hey? Xiao Tao, new hairstyle? Looks much better!"

"Really? Dr. Liu recommended it, done at 'Feisi Hair Salon,' it cost 380!"

"You get what you pay for… Okay, I'll go in and find him!" Having given that pervert so much time to prepare, he should be ready by now, right? Sure enough, when I pushed open the door, he was walking out nonchalantly. I told him about the acquaintance's situation, secretly slipped him a red envelope, and quickly left.

Now, with nothing to do, thinking back to what happened this morning, I cursed Kong the pervert in my heart, but my penis was already erect again.

Just as I was feeling uncomfortable, I heard a soft, pleasant voice: "Hello, is Dr. Xu here?" I looked up and wow, what a beautiful young woman—around 30 years old, with an oval face, delicate arched eyebrows, watery eyes, a straight nose, and a slightly upturned tip. Her labia minora (sorry, I mistyped, it should be "cherry lips"! My mind was filled with the image of those two young woman's labia that pervert Kong had been licking this morning, damn it) were fair and pinkish. A white, tight-fitting sleeveless dress accentuated her full breasts, slender waist, and shapely buttocks, making her incredibly alluring. I was immediately aroused!

"Oh, that's me! What can I do for you?" I quickly withdrew my gaze after about a second and a half of being out of control, and my mind immediately began to devise a "program" for how to "treat" the young woman.

“Guo Juan from your finance office recommended me to you. Please take a look at my son; his persistent cough just won't go away. We've seen so many doctors, but it just won't heal…”

“Oh—is this the little handsome boy? Come, let Uncle take a look…” I quickly hid my disappointment and started trying to ingratiate myself with the 4 or 5-year-old boy the young woman was leading—treating the family of the woman I was interested in, especially her child, with a friendly and approachable attitude was one of the secrets to winning her over. The

little boy didn't actually have any serious problems. In traditional Chinese medicine terms, he was just prone to dryness and easily got inflamed, resulting in coughs, sore throats, and other symptoms. A few mild herbal remedies would be enough to gradually regulate his condition, and it would be even better if he could drink stewed frog legs regularly. But I spent over twenty minutes examining her son—this is my record for treating patients! Not for any other reason than to talk to the young woman a bit more, subtly learn about her situation, and then “prescribe the right medicine,” hehe…

The young woman was quiet and slightly shy, but spoke frankly, seemingly without any reservations. Combined with my skillful questioning, starting with her child's diet and hygiene habits, I subtly and gradually learned about about 70-80% of her family's situation. She and her husband used to be colleagues at a public institution. A few years ago, her husband resigned to start his own business and made a lot of money; last year, to focus on raising their son, she also resigned to become a full-time housewife. Her son was in kindergarten, and she had plenty of free time at home during the day, but it was also a bit boring.

Good information! "Success rate of seduction" 60-70%!

While writing a prescription for the child, I mentally planned how to lure the young woman onto my examination bed. I looked up at her face seriously, deliberately hesitating, and then asked her to place her right hand on the table so I could take her pulse.

Perhaps my seriousness aroused her curiosity, because she obediently handed me her hand. Wow! What soft little hands, what smooth wrists!

After enjoying the smooth feeling for half a minute, I released her hand, frowned, and asked her if she often experienced pain in her lumbar spine.

"More than that! My neck also often hurts… Dr. Xu, you're amazing, you can tell just by taking my pulse!" The young woman's voice was like a nightingale's sweet song, tickling my heart.

"Oh, not at all, that's my profession!" I said modestly, while secretly chuckling to myself—what does taking a pulse have to do with the lumbar spine! Actually, spinal problems are quite common in cities these days. Besides, she'd worked in a public institution for several years, and these past two years she'd been idle at home, probably spending a lot of time on the computer and surfing the internet—all "sitting" and lacking exercise. It's no wonder she has spinal problems! Whenever someone like this comes to see me, I tell them it's a spinal problem, and I'm almost always right! Hehe.

“However, spinal problems vary in severity, so don’t worry. Young people like you in your early twenties can usually be cured if you get treatment early.” I deliberately made her look a few years younger, and seeing that she was worried about her condition while also showing a hint of joy (vanity and women really are synonymous), I pressed my advantage, “Our family’s traditional acupuncture and massage are quite effective, and have cured many patients with spinal problems. Come visit me sometime; here’s the clinic’s business card…”

“Thank you so much! But won’t acupuncture be very painful…” she asked hesitantly after taking the business card.

“It’s less painful than a mosquito bite, don’t worry. However, our hospital doesn’t currently offer this service, so you’ll have to come to my small clinic for treatment. How about… you come here, lie down on this bed, and I’ll examine your condition first so I can devise a treatment plan…” I looked at her with a serious yet kind expression, and saw her hesitate slightly, two barely perceptible blushes appear on her face, and then she softly “okay” before turning and walking towards the examination bed.

I was so excited! But I didn't show a trace of joy on my face. I bent down and pulled out an animated book from the drawer, which some child had left there before going to the doctor. I handed it to the little boy: "Little Ming,

be good. Mommy needs to go to the doctor. Can you stay here and read the book by yourself?" "Okay, I won't bother Mommy." The little boy happily took the book and started reading. Then he turned back and innocently said to his mother, "Mommy, be good too. Don't be afraid of the shot, don't cry."

"Hehe... Mommy knows. Just be good and read your book. This child..." A sweet laugh came from behind me. I turned around and saw that she had already taken off her high heels and was lying on the examination bed—it seems that Mommy is also very good! Hehe.

Looking at the young woman lying on the bed, I swallowed hard. A white tight-fitting dress tightly wrapped her delicate body, her slender waist was deeply sunken, her round buttocks were high and up, her bare arms were white and tender like lotus roots, and the hem of the dress reached her knees, where the light blue veins on her knees and calves were faintly visible. The white dress was thin and sheer, with a slip underneath, but it couldn't conceal the round, plump buttocks. The alluring shape of her apricot-yellow panties was also vaguely visible through the slip.

The young woman's face was turned inwards, only a small patch of her pink cheek was visible in front of her ears, but her delicate ears and a few strands of hair at her temples already stirred my

heart. "Does it hurt here? Does it hurt when I press like this? What about here…" I asked as I pressed along her spine, all standard examination procedures, but as my palms touched the young woman's soft, boneless body, wicked thoughts arose within me. I desperately wanted to find the source of her ailment so I could begin my "after-sales service."

Finally, I discovered she only had slight strain in her cervical and lumbar vertebrae, nothing serious. But just to be on the safe side, I still suggested she get an X-ray to rule out mild bone spurs.

My doctor's duty was complete; now it was time to begin my "apricot exploration journey."

I had her raise her arms and cross them above her head, saying this would straighten her spine and make further examination easier. Of course, it was all nonsense, just so I could see her armpits (a particular fetish of mine). Unaware of what was going on, she raised her arm, revealing a dozen or so soft, delicate armpit hairs on her smooth, alabaster-like armpit. They seemed to flutter slightly, yet they tickled my heart.

In this day and age of shaving, seeing such beautiful, exquisite armpit hair is truly rare! This shows she's a naturally pure and unadorned young woman, exactly my type!

My hands began to "work" on her entire back, and I gently told her it was a traditional massage technique, very helpful for relieving spinal pain. Note that when performing these "after-sales services," I usually use a gentle (not effeminate, but a masculine gentleness!) tone, because I've studied female psychology (driven by my own hobby, haha). It says that women are particularly sensitive to a gentle, magnetic male voice during foreplay, no less so than their desire to be caressed.

I then moved my "movement" to the young woman's waist, my hands forming a V-shape, the heels of my palms pressing on her aching lumbar region, massaging it lightly and heavily, while my fingertips gently touched her soft waist. Whether it was comfort or a ticklish sensation, her body trembled almost imperceptibly. I noticed her small earlobes were a little red, and from her slightly undulating back, she seemed to be having some difficulty breathing—she was getting aroused! I was secretly delighted.

Slowly, I moved my palms to her shoulder blades and began massaging them, but of course, my target wasn't the shoulder blades—hehe, it was her armpits! My hands were still in a V-shape, my index, middle, and ring fingers lightly touching the tender skin of her armpits, occasionally tickling the fine armpit hairs—ah, so good!

The young woman seemed particularly ticklish, her body twitching and trembling, as if trying to escape but not daring to speak. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer, letting out a soft "Mmm—", and her arms snapped shut, trapping my fingertips between them.

"What's wrong? Oh—you're ticklish, aren't you? I'm sorry. But there's an acupoint under your armpit related to the spine, hmm, I'll massage it for you next time. But don't pinch my hand again because you're ticklish, hehe..." I joked with her, trying to put her at ease.

Then, I moved my hands down and pressed down hard on her back a few times, feeling the soft skin of the young woman's back with my palms, imagining her full breasts being pressed into a pancake shape. My penis involuntarily jerked up. I went a step further, using my fingertips to encircle her ribs, secretly feeling the tender flesh at the base of her breasts that were squeezed out of her bra. Of course, all of this had to be done in a light touch, pretending to be unintentional, otherwise all my efforts would be wasted—I, Dr. Xu, am not that kind of low-class "perverted doctor"! I glanced back

at the little boy. He's really well-behaved, so engrossed in watching the animated book. He'll definitely be successful when he grows up! I like quiet children, especially those who quietly read books while their mothers are being "massaged" by Dr. Xu!

As I massaged, I patiently explained the "medical principles" of unblocking meridians to the young woman in a gentle tone. The lovely young woman was already dizzy from my kneading of her sensitive areas on her back and waist. She absentmindedly responded to my fabricated theories with "uh-huh, uh-huh," her body trembling with every press as if obeying my commands.

To better "unblock the meridians," I moved my hands to her feet. I massaged her pearly toes, smooth soles, shallow ankles, and delicate calves. Especially those ten round, translucent toes—they were so adorable I felt an urge to suck them. When my hands moved to her thighs, I noticed the young woman's legs tense up instantly. She twitched uncomfortably, her head lifted slightly, but she hesitated, as if trying to speak (perhaps considering the medical principles of "unblocking the meridians"? Hehe). Then she lowered her head and rested her head on the pillow, letting me do as I pleased.

I carefully massaged her legs, rarely touching the sensitive inner thighs, but her trembling became more frequent. I think this was mainly psychological. Female psychology says that women are emotional beings; different environments, different objects, and different moods can all cause different perceptions of sexual desire—that's true, if her husband were massaging her like this at home, as an old married couple, she might not feel anything at all!

After massaging for a while, I naturally lifted her skirt up to her buttocks, revealing her alabaster-white legs.

She softly hummed in response, her right hand twitching as if to cover herself, but then she stopped moving. I began to massage the young woman's bare legs in turn. This time, I wouldn't overlook the sensitive inner thighs, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes gently, sometimes lightly, making the young woman pant heavily, sometimes tightening her waist and sometimes tensing her legs, seemingly enjoying it immensely, yet also feeling incredibly shy and anxious!

Although the skirt covered her buttocks, I only needed to lower my head slightly to see a small patch of apricot-yellow panties at the base of her thighs, covering the area of her bulging vulva. The panties were the kind that were tight yet elastic, clearly showing the shape of the young woman's labia, with a deep slit in the middle and a small wet patch the size of a fingertip—truly a sensitive young woman!

My hand casually moved gradually towards the base of her thighs, discovering that the closer I got to the base of her thighs, the smoother and more tender the flesh became. This is where the most crucial part of the "seduction process" comes in: should the young woman's most private area, her vulva, be touched? Should it be intimate contact or just a brief touch? This is a very tricky strategic and technical problem for any "seduction" doctor, ultimately stemming from the importance of timing and degree. If you let it go too easily, the young woman might not come back for her appointment (which happens quite often), wasting your only chance to taste the pleasures of a married woman's vulva (every woman's vulva has its own unique charm and feel). Missing the opportunity to test the woman's "cheating index" is the most regrettable thing. If you rush things, you might scare the woman away, and if she has a strong sense of feudal chastity (feudal thinking is truly harmful!), it could even lead to unnecessary trouble.

Don't worry, Dr. Xu is a "seduction master"!

After glancing at the young woman's apricot-yellow panties under her skirt, I instantly devised my own "vagina exploration plan." I'm superstitious about colors, and I like to devise "battle plans" based on the color of a young woman's underwear. With wives wearing conservative colors like white, gray, or flesh-colored underwear, I'm usually very patient, only making a move after five or six tries. With wives whose underwear is soft yet youthful and vibrant, like yellow, green, or blue, I usually just play around the edges the first time, mainly testing the waters, stopping short of a full-on attempt, then gradually moving from "testing" to "seduction," step by step. With young women wearing red, black, purple, or particularly trendy and sexy underwear (such as thongs, mesh, transparent, or open-crotch styles), I get really excited and go all out during the first attempt, not stopping until her underwear is wet!

It sounds long-winded, but it's simple at the time. I pinched her tender thighs near her hips, occasionally lightly touching her swollen vulva with the side of my palm. Thank goodness for those thin cotton panties! Although it was just a light touch, the feel was wonderful, like gently touching the tender skin of a young woman's vulva.

The young woman's legs tensed with nervousness, she held her breath uncontrollably, and after a long while, she finally let out a long exhale, her earlobes and the base of her ears turning bright red. Looking closer, the wet patch on her apricot-yellow panties had expanded considerably, now the size of an olive. Taking advantage of the force of my sudden squeeze (to distract her), I pressed hard on the young woman's vulva with the side of my palm—wow! Plump, soft, and warm, perfect!

At the same time, my sensitive palm felt the obvious stickiness on that small wet patch—it seemed the young woman was ovulating, and these few days were the perfect opportunity for me to strike; I couldn't miss it!

"That's enough for today, next time come to my clinic for acupuncture and massage!" I said a few minutes later, gently patting her tender leg. I anticipated there would be more "fun" with the young woman, so I decided to stop here for today and play the long game!

“Today’s massage is just temporary relief from the pain; the key is still acupuncture. Tomorrow and the day after are Saturday and Sunday; I’ll be seeing patients at the clinic. You can come anytime.” Watching the young woman blush as she climbed off the bed to straighten her skirt, I felt a surge of satisfaction. “By the way, my phone number isn’t on the business card. I’ll give you mine; if you or your son have any questions, you can call me anytime.”

“Thank you…” The young woman didn’t dare look me in the eye.

“Huh? Where’s my pen… Here, give me your phone, and I’ll dial it directly to my number…” I didn’t give her time to think, extending my hand in front of her as I spoke.

The young woman hesitated for a few seconds, then handed me her phone. Don’t underestimate those few seconds of hesitation; it meant she vaguely realized I was indirectly asking for her phone number, but she still gave it to me—I had a chance! The “Success Index” for seducing her rose to 77%!

Everything was done. When saying goodbye to the little boy, I also gave him the animation book. I resumed my lukewarm attitude towards the young woman, only saying that it would be best if she got her son's medicine from my clinic, because some of the ingredients were unique to my family's secret recipe and might not be available at other pharmacies.

The next day was Saturday, and I waited all morning but the young woman didn't come. I was so anxious and disappointed! I considered calling her several times, but in the end, the third of my "Ten Taboos of Seduction"—"Avoid Alarming the Sneaky Grass"—made me reluctantly give up the idea.

I asked Xiao Lu, the only sales clerk in the clinic, and she said that no woman had come to get medicine with my prescription yesterday afternoon. So even if she didn't come to see me, she would still have to come to get medicine for her child today? Had I gone too far with my probing yesterday and scared her away? No, with my years of experience in seduction, that shouldn't be the case, right?

I, Dr. Xu, who prides myself on being a "seduction expert," was actually made insecure by a young woman, and spent the whole morning overthinking.

There were quite a few patients in the morning, but they were mostly elderly men and women. No wonder, what beautiful woman gets up this early on a weekend morning? None of the women I've had intimate relationships with came for their "treatment," sigh…

In the afternoon, Xiao Lu went home after work (I give her a day and a half off each week, ostensibly to be considerate of my employee, but secretly to make things easier for myself…). I was alone in the clinic seeing patients, and whenever I had a spare moment, I continued to feel depressed and indulge in lewd thoughts…

After a while, I dejectedly saw off my neighbor "Hunchback Zhang" (I don't have the ability to cure hunchbacks, I treat athlete's foot, it stinks…). Afterwards, I idly picked up the newspaper and started reading.

"Dr. Xu, hello…" Good heavens, the voice I'd been longing for finally appeared! Like heavenly music, it lingered in my ears, soothing my soul!

"You are... Oh—the one who came to the hospital yesterday to see the child. Look how busy I am! Please sit down, please sit down!" I tried my best to hide my deep surprise and pretended that I didn't remember her at all—being a "seduction doctor" must be tiring, right? But then I saw the little tagalong behind her, and my heart sank a quarter of the way.

But I was already satisfied that she came—who told her to be a beauty! Difficulty makes it challenging, and conquering her brings a sense of accomplishment! Besides, after yesterday's "playing it close to the edge," she still came, which means she likes (at least subconsciously likes) this kind of "hidden infidelity" thrill! The "seduction success rate" rose to 81%!

She said the X-ray film would be available on Monday, and she would bring it to the clinic to see me then. She also said that she felt much better after my massage yesterday, so she decided to come today for further acupuncture treatment... I responded with "uh-huh, uh-huh," with a serious face, but my heart was already intoxicated by her elegant and charming demeanor when she spoke. 02-01

Wall Diary (00) Lewd Brothers

Today, she wore a white, tight-fitting CK t-shirt with a pink heart and light blue lettering embroidered on the chest, subtly revealing her pink bra beneath the semi-sheer fabric. She paired it with light blue thin jeans that accentuated her long legs and round, pert bottom. Beautiful women are truly different; simple clothes looked so elegant and graceful on her, exuding a mature charm with youthful energy.

After moving a whole bunch of toys and comic books (all for the children who came to the clinic with their mothers—you know how hard it is to be a "seductive doctor") and settling the little boy on the sofa in the corner of the clinic, I had the young woman wait on the examination bed, just like yesterday. While preparing for acupuncture, I mentally weighed the limits of my probing today.

As mentioned earlier, Dr. Xu is very ethical in her medical practice, so what followed was a very formal acupuncture and massage treatment process… (597 words and 47 punctuation marks omitted here). During our skillful conversation, I learned more about her: her name is Pei Yuxin, she is 29 years old, has been married for six years, and was a close friend of Guo Juan from our hospital in middle school. Her husband has a lot of business engagements (this is crucial! It raises the "index" by another 3 percentage points). She is usually quite idle at home, reading Hong Kong and Taiwan romance novels and chatting on QQ, but she never dares to meet online friends, etc.

Oh, and I forgot to mention, at this time she was only wearing a bra (acupuncture involves inserting silver needles into many acupoints on the neck, back, and waist, so there's no impropriety involved; even elderly people would do the same). Her fair back was only bound by a thin bra strap. I'd already pulled her jeans down to her hips, and her pink panties were halfway down too, the elastic waistband taut at the fullest part of her buttocks, revealing a deep, alluring cleft and two cute little dimples near her waist.

When I was pulling down her panties, the young woman was so nervous she tried to grab them, but after hearing my gentle explanation, "How old are you? Still shy? You'll get a shot in your bottom too..." she blushed and let me pull them down. But my words attracted a curious little boy, who excitedly shouted, "Mommy's getting a shot in her bottom! Mommy's getting a shot in her bottom!" The young woman, embarrassed, scolded him, "Go play over there!"

So young and already excited about a woman's bottom, what a promising talent! He takes after me! Hmm... if I'd met his mother five or six years earlier, maybe he really would be my son, hehe—what am I thinking? Back to work!

Of course, I have to work! The little boy watched from the side, and I could only pretend to lightly prick the young woman's buttocks—I had originally planned to just prick her a few times after coaxing her down her underwear, but now... Luckily, there weren't any vital acupoints on her buttocks, and luckily, the little boy didn't have much patience; he watched for less than two minutes before running off to play. I quickly and quietly removed the needles from the young woman's buttocks, feeling both amused and exasperated. What

was even more interesting was that when I finished removing all the needles from the young woman's body and told her I was going to start the massage, she couldn't wait to reach up and pull up her underwear. I deliberately grabbed and pinched her arm and started "massaging," making it difficult for her to reach her underwear several times. She didn't dare to make a sound, but her face turned bright red. When she finally managed to reach it and pulled it up a little, her hand slipped off the elastic band of her underwear due to the push I made on her shoulder—she probably thought she had pulled it up, but actually, a small part of her snow-white buttocks and the narrow cleft of her buttocks were still alluringly exposed! Hehe…

After the formal acupuncture and massage were over (of course, she wouldn't know the real treatment was over), my "Seduction Operation" was about to begin.

First, I helped her take off her jeans—pulling a tight pair of pants down the young woman's legs, slowly revealing her fair thighs and calves like peeling a banana, accompanied by the young woman's trembling shyness. The feeling was truly…

I want to be a doctor again in my next life! Then, I patiently "massaged" her neck, collarbone, armpits, sides of her ribs, waist, ankles, soles of her feet, toes, calves, thighs, and other sensitive areas for nearly half an hour… (435 words and 38 punctuation marks omitted here due to similarities to yesterday). Next, I prepared to focus my attack on her ample buttocks.

I practically cupped her hip bones with both hands, first using my two thumbs to heavily massage her lower back, then moving downwards, passing through the buttocks, the peak of her buttocks, and finally stopping at her tailbone. During this process, the young woman trembled and twisted as I massaged her, moaning softly in pleasure, oblivious to the fact that I had secretly rubbed down most of her panties with my palm.

At this point, because the elastic band of her panties was positioned even lower than before, the crotch area that had been covering her vulva slowly slipped away. I lowered my head slightly, and wow, I finally caught a glimpse of the young woman's mysterious labia! Although the light was a bit dim (inspired by this, I later installed four fluorescent lights on the ceiling above the examination bed, haha), it didn't have that dark brown look of excessive sexual activity; instead, it had a youthful pinkish hue, and seemed to have very little hair. Her vulva was tight, and her rosy labia minora peeked out, glistening with moisture.

Looking at the thickened area of her panties, it was already a wet patch, covered in whitish mucus!

Huh? Oh—guess what I saw? A silver thread! Stretching from her labia minora to the crotch of her panties, it was about an inch long! Gleaming with a shimmering white light!

Now it was time to reach the "limit of my probing" for the day. I first pressed and kneaded those two plump, round buttocks, then playfully spread them apart and squeezed them inwards. Through the gap between her panties and buttocks, the young woman's pale brown anus peeked out from the cleft, making my heart itch unbearably, and my mouth watered! My desire surged, and I seized the opportunity, forcefully spreading her buttocks apart and pressing down hard.

The young woman, unaware of what was happening, thought it was part of the massage and endured the slight pain. Little did she know, her mysterious anus was completely exposed to the lecherous eye of me!

This continued for a full minute, her anus contracting and relaxing in the cool air (the clinic was air-conditioned) and under my lustful gaze, looking utterly pitiful!

Seeing that she didn't object, I slowly moved my two thumbs to her anus and perineum, massaging them with varying pressure, and softly asked from time to time, "Does it hurt? If it does, tell me, and I'll massage it less. But it's more effective if it hurts a little, so it's best to bear with it..." Actually, it didn't hurt at all. This area is a woman's most sensitive spot, second only to the clitoris and the G-spot of the vaginal vestibule. Sure enough, after a while, the young woman started moaning, her waist and legs tensing, her buttocks clenching, and her entire body trembling slightly, glowing with an alluring pink hue. Suddenly, she arched her body backward and then thrust forward, burying her face deep in the pillow, still making a soft, sobbing sound, her buttocks clenching tightly, her leg and hip muscles instantly becoming one, gripping my thumbs tightly.

To avoid prematurely breaking through that barrier, I decisively pulled my finger away (though with a touch of reluctance, of course). Looking closer, I saw the young woman's buttocks and thighs clenched into a single line, her labia barely visible, and a milky-white fluid slowly seeping from between her tightly pressed thighs…

“Mommy’s shy, Mommy’s afraid of pain…” Damn it! The young woman’s moan attracted my little tagalong!

I quickly shielded her with my body, then cleverly used a massage motion from her legs and buttocks to her waist to restore her panties to their original position—the young woman, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, seemed completely oblivious!

Slightly disappointed, I was also pleasantly surprised at how easily I had “massaged” her to orgasm—I hadn’t even really used my special skills, Dr. Xu, yet! "What if next time... wouldn't that be... hehe..."

"Alright, that's enough for today. Little Ming is such a good boy. Tell Uncle, what stories did you read just now? Can you tell me?" I picked up the little boy and sat down at my desk, my eyes constantly glancing at the shy expression of the young woman as she got up to put on her clothes and tuck her pants. I also noticed that when she pulled up her jeans, perhaps because her labia were swollen from the orgasm, or perhaps because the sticky vaginal fluid was uncomfortable on her underwear, she secretly glanced at me. Seeing that I wasn't paying attention to her, she quickly turned around and pulled her crotch a few times.

Then, I continued to hold the little boy affectionately, explaining to her that a course of treatment involved seven acupuncture and massage sessions, that she should exercise moderately, and not sit in the same position for more than an hour, etc. She responded with "uh-huh, oh" as if she wasn't listening, her blush never fading.

After getting the medicine for the child and seeing the mother and child off, I noticed her gait seemed a little unnatural—was that sticky, sticky fluid still lingering in the young woman's private parts? Hehe…did

she even realize she'd just exposed herself? Did she realize I'd witnessed her embarrassing moment of orgasm and ejaculation?

For the next few days, I kept pondering this question.

On Monday morning, she indeed brought me the X-ray as promised. Actually, these kinds of films should be shown to an orthopedic doctor; I don't know if she genuinely didn't understand, or if she'd already developed…hehe, at least some kind of dependence on me?

The moment I saw her, the image of that milky white fluid overflowing from her buttocks the afternoon before flashed through my mind. After that "deep probing," she seemed only ashamed, not at all angry, and even decided to continue with the entire "treatment"—her "index" had skyrocketed again!

I then asked her to lift her shirt, exposing her back, and lie face down on the examination bed, pretending to compare the X-ray to her body—but with the film already there, what was the point of comparing it to her body! I saw her wearing a white-collar office lady suit today (a silk blouse with light purple lace trim from the collar to the front, and gray-black striped suit pants), and suddenly the thought of humiliating her arose. (It's all those perverted articles and pictures on this site that corrupted me! Look how innocent this gentle and virtuous lady is! How can you be so heartless?)

I compared her spine downwards, "pondered" for a moment, and pressed again. When I reached the waistband, I said softly, "Um—I'm sorry, I'll have to trouble you to loosen your belt again… You need to carefully compare it all the way to the tailbone. Um, just pull it down a little bit." My tone was very gentle and polite, but I deliberately emphasized the words "loosen… belt." These three words are very taboo for a self-proclaimed chaste married woman, but hearing them from a doctor's mouth made her both ashamed and helpless!

Having had the previous two experiences, the young woman, though ashamed, obediently complied, slightly sticking out her buttocks, and reached down to her waist to undo her pants. The buttons and zipper were fastened. She was about to continue pulling them down herself when I beat her to it, hooking my thumbs around the waistband and firmly but slowly pulling her pants down to her buttocks. During this time, she only let out a shy "Mmm—".

I must reveal another of Dr. Xu's peculiar tastes—I especially like married women who come to the doctor wearing their pants! My usual way of teasing them is: I don't tell them whether they need to take off their pants before getting on the examination bed (usually they're too embarrassed to ask anyway). After they're lying down, I'll do all sorts of things on their back and waist, then, under the pretext of checking their tailbone or massaging acupoints on their buttocks, I'll ask them to pull their pants down a little, as it will be very inconvenient for them to take them

off while lying down (try it yourself, hehe). So I naturally "do it for them."

Imagine this: A young woman's wife taking off her pants! Ladies, close your eyes and imagine this scene: You hook your hands around the waistband of her pants and slowly pull them down, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white buttocks… Stuck? Don't worry, she'll cooperate by slightly arching her buttocks, albeit with a hint of shyness and helplessness… Keep pulling them down, like peeling a banana, until finally her round buttocks, covered by her underwear, are revealed… Nowadays, young women's underwear is generally not too conservative; the alluring round, tender flesh of her buttocks and the deep cleft are faintly visible… If you're lucky enough to encounter one wearing transparent, mesh, or even thong underwear, hehe… If your head "happens" to be leaning low at this moment, you might even smell the scent emanating from the woman's private parts—a slightly fishy, but also so comforting and invigorating smell…

How about that, getting your dick hard? Envious? "Dr. Mu, huh? Heh..."

After experiencing once again the more delightful sensation of pulling down a married woman's pants compared to lifting her skirt, I "generously" stopped teasing her. While gently reassuring her that she "didn't have bone spurs," I sternly warned her that if her condition wasn't treated promptly, the likelihood of developing bone spurs was high, all the while helping her pull up her pants.

This gesture, more considerate than her husband's, filled her with shyness and gratitude. She quickly said, "I can do it myself..." her voice so low it was barely audible, her ears already flushed. As I

saw her off at the door, I reminded her to give her child his medicine on time and not to forget to keep stewing toads for him. The young woman turned back, smiled, and nodded, her pretty face filled with gratitude and shyness.

In that instant, my heart was captivated, I was mesmerized...

"Good stuff! Got her? Can I have her too..." Suddenly, a lewd laugh rang in my ears. It turned out to be Li Meng from the proctology department, who had come to see me and happened to see my infatuated expression.

"No way! Mine, mine!" I imitated the calls of birds fighting for food in Finding Nemo.

"Hehe...hehe..." The two lewd doctors chuckled lewdly in the clinic.

For the next month, the young woman came to the clinic every Saturday afternoon for treatment and "treatment." Gradually, our relationship evolved from initial acquaintance to familiarity, and then developed into a very subtle intimacy.

Why "subtle"?

Because until the fifth time, I hadn't broken through that veil (though it was already incredibly thin). That is to say, although my hands had touched many sensitive areas all over her body, I hadn't directly touched her mysterious three points, at most staying near her anus and perineum, just like last time. She, although her crotch was always wet with desire, no longer experienced the climax and spasms from just a few rubs

to her perineum—had she become "used" to my harassment? Hehe. One reason the veil remained unbroken was, of course, her little tagalong. She didn't go to kindergarten on Saturdays (what kind of kindergarten is this? It should be...). (Kids should experience group living more often, right?) Since there's no one to look after him at home, he always comes along. Although the little boy is mostly well-behaved and plays quietly at a distance, for some reason, he always comes over to watch the excitement at crucial moments—does he understand how to protect his father from being cheated on at such a young age?

But the main reason is that I myself "can't bear to." My original plan was to do what I usually do with other wives, making my move on the third or fourth time (and a few times the little boy fell asleep on the sofa, which was a good opportunity). But after several weeks of contact, I discovered she was a unique young woman: simple and quiet, yet possessing charm and allure; introverted and shy, but harboring a fiery passion that even she herself couldn't perceive; deeply loving her husband, but also seemingly having a subtle attachment to a capable and considerate middle-aged man like me; loyal in love, but also seemingly accepting the thrill of "limited infidelity."

So… A seemingly calm, yet secretly turbulent, lovely young woman must be a special gift from heaven! So I changed my plans, deciding to start with "emotion" to achieve a balance between "sex" and "love." I would play hard to get; my nimble fingers would not only explore the young woman's mysterious, private parts but also reach the deepest recesses of her heart, where I would carve my name, Xu Bowen, into

her heart! So I dropped my pretense and launched a tender offensive. During the massage, I would often lean down and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, making her blush and laugh. At first, she seemed a little uncomfortable with the feeling of my "masculine scent" on her cheek, but later she not only got used to it but also showed a warm and contented expression in her shy eyes. Every few days, I would call her, and the conversation gradually changed from asking about the children and her illness to simple greetings, chatting, and jokes. She also went from being surprised when she first received my call... (There seemed to be a hint of surprise in her voice.) She was initially reserved and only answered when asked questions, but gradually we became relaxed and natural, able to talk about anything. Once, she even suddenly blurted out, "Why haven't you called these past few days?" Her playful complaint delighted me (I imagined she was blushing with embarrassment at her slip-up). And after each call, I felt our relationship had deepened. I also noticed that whenever we met at the clinic, she avoided eye contact, her eyes darting away with a cute blush.

Subtly, I "naturally" took on a role that was even closer to her than a friend.

One Friday night, several colleagues and friends dragged me to a disco. The deafening music was getting irritating, and I was looking for an excuse to leave when my phone rang. Seeing the number instantly brightened my mood—it was her! This was the first time she had ever called me first!

I quickly went to the only quiet place in the disco—the restroom—to answer the call.

"What's up? Why did it take you so long to answer—" A sweet voice, with a coquettish tone, made my heart melt.

"Oh, it's Yuxin! What a coincidence, I was just about to call you!... Don't believe me? You can ask Guo Juan, she's here too... um, we're at the disco, and as soon as I said I'd invite you, she urged me to call right away. And here you are... what a coincidence..." I never dared to even think of asking her out, but this time, her deskmate Guo Juan was there, and I thought it was the perfect opportunity, so I casually invited her. While on the phone, I stood in front of the urinal and pulled out my hard "Little Xu Doctor," recalling the silver thread connecting her labia minora to her panties last time, and started stroking it.

She stammered that it was nothing serious, just that she'd been sitting online for too long today, and her lower back was a little sore, and she wanted to ask if I was alright. After going around in circles, I finally understood—her husband was away on a business trip, and her son had been taken away to play by his grandparents. She was bored at home alone, so she was looking for an excuse to chat with me.

What a perfect opportunity!

"What did you just say? A disco? Hmm… I never go to those places, they're too noisy… What? Guo Juan is here too? Hmm—well… okay, but…"

"No buts! Since you've never been before, come and see what's new. Chatting with an old classmate is better than staying cooped up at home! It's a deal, I'll wait for you at the door!" Then I gave her the address.

Fifteen minutes later, the young woman, Yu Xin, chatted intimately with Guo Juan while curiously looking around the disco—it seemed she really was a first-timer. Then, to the few slow waltzes playing that night, I embraced the half-willing young woman and we danced in the dimly lit dance floor.

This was the first time I had touched her body without being a doctor, and the feeling was completely different. Her supple, boneless waist, the occasional touch of her breasts against my chest, the wafting fragrance, her sweet breath, and the shy way she turned her face away when I looked at her—all these things gave me a fleeting illusion of first love.

The desire ignited by this romance was particularly persistent; my little brother remained erect for four dances without showing any signs of weakness, occasionally pressing against Yu Xin's soft belly, making her blush.

To quickly dispel the embarrassment, I leaned down and teased her in her ear, "I'm sorry, it's not my fault. You look so beautiful tonight, it wanted to stand up and take a look..."

"Hmm?...You're so annoying—" After a moment, she realized what I meant, blushing and gently punching me with the hand on my shoulder.

I continued to tell her jokes about the hospital and about Guo Juan. She listened with great interest, seemingly forgetting the hard object still pressing against her belly, occasionally giggling and twitching, gently rubbing against my little brother—it felt so good! I almost ejaculated.

"...As a patient, you have to cooperate with the doctor. If you don't listen to me next time and sit for so long, affecting my treatment, I'll spank you..." While saying some considerate words, I would occasionally tease her a little, and then admire the blush that would instantly appear on her face after she understood—it was priceless!

That day, since it was the first time I asked her out, I politely offered to take her home early, but in my heart I was thinking, "Isn't no one home? Is it...?" Then I was immediately disappointed—she asked me to take her back to her parents' house, saying she needed to call her husband who was away on a business trip. Damn it!

I'm out having fun, while I'm keeping my wife under my "remote control"! It seems that the only time to make my move in the future is during the day.

The joke about "spanking" that I made while dancing actually came true the next day!

Of course, it was completely outside my plan.

That day, the little tagalong finally didn't come (it seems his grandfather and uncle took him out to play). When she arrived, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was just the two of us in the clinic. As usual, she took off her top and lay on the examination bed waiting for me. Her jeans accentuated her round, pert buttocks, making my throat dry again. She'd probably found it embarrassing to wear a dress for acupuncture, which meant taking it all off, leaving her practically in a bikini, so she'd been wearing pants lately.

But she didn't know that this alluring sight of her pants half-down on her thighs, revealing her round buttocks, was actually more to my liking!

And every time, she'd only unbutton the front and zipper of her pants before lying on the bed waiting for me—she'd probably gotten used to my considerate actions of helping her half-dress and then putting her pants back on. But I also noticed that every time I pulled down her pants, it was at that moment her ears were reddest.

That time, when I pulled her pants down to her buttocks, I discovered she was wearing the sexiest pair of underwear she'd ever worn: thin, white, and so narrow it exposed most of her plump, white buttocks, only slightly wider than a thong. The worst part was that the crotch area didn't seem to have a double layer; through the narrow gap between her buttocks and thighs, the pink and plump shape of her labia were vaguely visible! As I pulled down her jeans, her snow-white buttocks, exposed to the air, jiggled, making my heart and hands tremble.

Good heavens! Even if I'm handsome, don't tempt me like this!

Looking at her plump, round, and tender buttocks, a thought suddenly struck me. I pressed on a few of her lumbar vertebrae and softly asked, "You said yesterday it was a little sore again, is it here?"

"A little higher... um, right..." "

Sigh, your spine isn't something to joke about. Repeated flare-ups will worsen your condition, you know? I told you not to sit for so long, but you wouldn't listen, like a child! You deserve a spanking!" I spoke to her in a parental, indulgent tone, then "casually and naturally" slapped her bare, snow-white buttocks with a "smack," my heart pounding with nervous excitement!

She probably didn't expect me to actually spank her. She paused for a moment, then scolded, "What are you doing...spanking me..." Embarrassed, she couldn't continue, and tried to cover it up with an excuse: "I was just so bored at home! If I wasn't sitting and surfing the internet, was I supposed to stand up?" Seeing that she wasn't really angry, my heart fluttered. I pretended to continue scolding her, "Still arguing! Is your health more important than surfing the internet? I'll teach you to be disobedient! I'll teach you to argue!" But my hand went a step further, slapping each of her two snow-white buttocks twice. These four slaps were slightly harder than before, and two faint red handprints immediately appeared on her snow-white skin. Seeing this, my already hard penis almost "spurted milk"!

This time, the young woman only said "Oh," and then stopped talking, burying her face in the pillow. Her ears and the back of her neck were flushed, and her body was trembling slightly. I took the opportunity to secretly lower my head, and a strong, fishy smell of female fluid wafted into my nostrils. Upon closer inspection, small damp patches had appeared on the young woman's crotch, slowly spreading like water droplets on rice paper, gradually revealing her previously indistinct labia.

This was the first time I had spanked a married woman's buttocks during treatment, and the sensation was indescribable!

The young woman didn't get angry or reprimand me, which I think could be due to a few reasons: First, she was introverted and lacked experience in dealing with people, unsure how to handle this situation of sexual harassment, and intimidated by the doctor's authority, she could only remain shyly silent; second, perhaps she was still weighing the indecent act between having her private parts touched and being spanked, unsure of the relative severity, and thus choosing to remain silent for now; third, she already had some... feelings for me, so she wasn't averse to my slightly suggestive intimate gestures; fourth, subconsciously, she might have a slight masochistic tendency to be spanked (especially by men other than her husband? Hehe)...

Judging from her shy, girlish expression these past few days, and the damp patches on her underwear, the third and fourth reasons are highly likely! I was immersed in the thrill and joy of a child doing something wrong for the first time, getting away with it by sheer luck, and having no worries about the future.

Based on my experience, as long as the young woman I harassed doesn't get angry on the spot, she'll never go home and get angrier, then tell her husband and cause trouble—I've studied female psychology extensively, you know! For example, would Yuxin tell her husband this when she got home—"Honey, today because I didn't follow the doctor's orders, the doctor got angry and pulled down my pants and spanked me hard… Waaah… I need you to get revenge…" Hehe, wouldn't that make her like the silly girl in *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*? During the

subsequent "massage," I tried my best to control my impulses, managing to keep the "limits" at the original level. Even so, that day her vaginal fluids clearly exceeded the "historical level," her crotch was soaked and transparent, and a few drops of vaginal fluid even dripped onto the mattress. When she got out of bed and discovered those "stains," she was so ashamed she didn't know what to do, and while I wasn't looking, she hurriedly covered and wiped them with her hands. Her flustered and embarrassed expression made me unable to bear watching (actually, I was stealing glances), hehe.

It seems those few spanks really did have a "finishing touch" effect!

Having tasted the sweetness, in subsequent treatments, when I instructed her to do exercises like inhaling, exhaling, raising her arms, or lifting her legs, I would "naturally" pat or slap the young woman's half-naked buttocks, then enjoy watching her cute little bottom slowly turn red as it jiggled, or the alluring sight of the wet stains on her underwear gradually expanding.

Regarding this intimate act of spanking, which even her husband rarely did (I guess that's how it was), the young woman went from initial panic to later acceptance, and then gradually developed a shy affection, even seeming to enjoy it. Sometimes she would even coquettishly "protest" "Why are you spanking me again?" or "Why are you hitting me so hard?" It really made my heart itch!

Doesn't this signify that our relationship is heading towards the ambiguous state I "predicted"?

After successfully getting her to go dancing last time, I often chose evenings when her husband was away on business and her son was at her parents' house to invite her out for coffee. She would usually hesitate for a moment before gracefully arriving. And it was noticeable that she was gradually starting to lightly apply lipstick, eyeshadow, and draw her eyebrows.

Amidst the elegant saxophone music and the exotic aroma of cappuccino, my rambling conversations often captivated her, while my witty humor frequently elicited smiles from her. I loved watching her pretty face flicker in the dim candlelight, a blend of composure and allure, playfulness and shyness. Whenever she met my tender gaze, her eyes would quickly look away, her almond-shaped face flushing slightly, and she would lower her head to stir her coffee, followed by a brief silence. But silence is also a kind of romance, even carrying a hint of ambiguity.

It was clear that the young woman was aware of the stirrings of certain feelings deep within her, yet tried her best to suppress them. So sometimes she would "cunningly" say things in a roundabout way, such as, "It's so good to have a close friend like you (deliberately emphasizing his words)," or "I wish I had a brother like you," or deliberately mention how capable her husband was, and so on.

Hey, you think I'm some naive young boy just falling in love? Just wait until you're under my feet, then you'll be begging for mercy!

On the seventh Sunday after we met, I organized a picnic. The location was Baixing Mountain, about a two-hour drive from the city. Halfway up the mountain was an ancient village called "Xinghua Village," and at the summit was a long-abandoned reservoir. Surrounded by green mountains and bamboo groves, the scenery was delightful. This place was discovered by a few photography enthusiasts. Because it wasn't a scenic area and the mountain was high, few people came; only some fishermen would go to the trouble of climbing to the reservoir at the top. Those who went

included my friend Chen Mengliang (whose wife, Han Ping, is also a virtuous and beautiful woman who will appear in the series "Playing with a Friend's Wife" and "Wife Swapping," but I'll omit her for now), his family of three, my colleagues Guo Juan and her husband, two photography enthusiasts, and of course, the leading lady, Pei Yuxin! And my adorable little tagalong. Because I'd already learned from my little tagalong last week that his dad was going on another business trip this Sunday, I quickly planned this trip. When I told Yuxin, I even "specially" asked her to invite her husband to join us, haha...

Originally, I just considered this outing a lubricant step in my "seduction of Xinghua," but an unexpected surprise, like a pie falling from the sky, landed right on me.

We admired the ancient architecture and the simple folk customs of Xinghua Village halfway up the mountain, and everyone enthusiastically took many photos. Just as we were about to continue up the mountain, Yuxin secretly tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "Why isn't there a toilet here?" I casually pointed to the outhouse by the path: "Isn't that..." Then I was speechless. That wasn't a toilet at all—it had stone walls on the side, no door on the front, and besides the stench and flies, there wasn't even a place to put your feet. There were even a few old men squatting by the roadside eating and chatting, their faces turned towards the outhouse! Let alone a woman, even I wouldn't dare to relieve myself there.

So I asked her if she could hold it in. There was an old reservoir work station at the top of the mountain with a makeshift toilet. She nodded, blushing, and followed the others up the mountain.

The little tagalong was friendly with everyone, and Chen Mengliang's daughter was about his age. As soon as they got up the mountain, they clung to each other, running and playing, having a blast. When they couldn't run anymore, the two children took turns riding on the shoulders of several men, saying they wanted to have a race. In no time, the people ahead disappeared into the winding mountain path, leaving only Yuxin and me lagging behind.

I thought she couldn't walk anymore, so I turned around and shouted encouragement to her, "Hang in there! Keep going, we'll be there in twenty more minutes!" But then I saw something was wrong—she was leaning against a rock wall with one hand and covering her crotch with the other, her legs constantly crossing, her pretty face flushed.

"I...I...I can't hold it anymore, find me a place quickly..." It turned out she needed to pee! I had completely forgotten about that!

"Come with me!" In this emergency, I grabbed her hand and ran into the nearby grove of trees.

After several twists and turns, I finally found a thicket of bushes beside a rock wall. Looking back, I could no longer see the mountain path, so I asked her, "Is this alright?"

"Yes! Yes! You should walk further away... Hey! Wait, can you hold my bag for me?" The young woman had just handed me the bag when she pushed me away from the bushes—what a ungrateful woman!

"Walk further away, watch the path over there, don't look back..." I heard her unbuckling her jeans after only a few steps.

She seemed to be in a real hurry, hehe! I pretended not to hear and turned around to ask, "What?" "Eek—I told you not to look back... Hurry up..." Seeing me turn around, she quickly pulled her pants back up, which had already fallen to her hips, her snow-white buttocks flashing between her pink t-shirt and blue jeans.

I turned away gentlemanly, thinking to myself, women are really strange. I've seen your bare butt before, hehe...

After a few steps, I heard a rapid "hissing" sound of water spraying behind me—poor little grass on the ground!

I leaned against a large locust tree and lit a cigarette. The only sounds in the quiet woods, besides the occasional birdsong, were the soft urination of a young woman. It made my heart itch and my throat dry; I really wanted to rush over and "take her right there and then." Suddenly, I remembered her bag was still in my hand. With my hands empty, what would I use to wipe myself after I finished? I pulled a tissue from her bag, waiting for her to call me to bring it over—that would be…

Before I could even take a few puffs of my cigarette, I heard a scream, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps and then a thud.

In a flash, the instant Yu Xin fell, I was already there, quickly crouching down to help her up, holding her in my arms, and asking with concern, "What happened?"

"Snake! Snake! There's a snake… Waaah…" Yu Xin, her face pale, was still shaken and sobbing in my arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!…" I comforted her, patting her back. To my surprise, as I continued stroking downwards, I touched a bare waist and—a naked bottom!

She must have been startled by the snake halfway through urinating, and in her panic, she ran out without even putting on her pants, only to trip over the pants tangled around her knees and fall. Hehe…

At this point, I was squatting, and she was half-squatting, half-kneeling, leaning against me. It took me quite a while to comfort her before she gradually calmed down. Perhaps the fright was too intense, as she hadn't realized that her naked bottom was also being "comforted" by my caresses—or maybe her bottom had become accustomed to the intimate contact of my palm?

Touching the beautiful married woman's bare buttocks, my little brother was hard from being pressed against her knee. Suddenly realizing I was still holding a tissue, a bold and brilliant idea instantly formed in my mind.

"Alright, alright, I'll go get revenge on that snake later (thinking I'm too busy repaying a debt of gratitude). Look at you, you're so scared you've wet your butt, aren't you ashamed... Here, let me wipe it for you..." Before she could fully react, I slid my hand from the deep crease of her buttocks to her private parts, wiping her wet and tender vulva a few times with the tissue.

"Ouch—you..." She reacted, embarrassed and anxious, trying to push me away. But in that struggle, the already soft and wet tissue tore, allowing my middle and index fingers to directly touch the tender flesh inside her vulva—my God! It felt warm, delicate, soft, wet, and slippery, and it was even wriggling!

For some reason, the young woman stopped struggling the moment the paper tore. Her body trembled slightly, then she nestled softly into my arms, letting my two fingers slide between her wet vulva. When my fingertips "inadvertently" brushed against her protruding clitoris, she shuddered twice.

Feeling the trembling shyness of my soft "prey" in my arms, I was satisfied. I took a tissue from her bag and asked softly, "It's still wet, do you want to wipe it again?"

"Um... oh no, no need... I haven't... finished..." She shyly pushed me away, but didn't pull up her pants. She half-squatted in front of me with her bare bottom, then glanced nervously at the bushes beside her. "You... don't go far... don't look! Turn around..." Hey, are all women like this, crossing the river and then turning away?

This time, I didn't listen to her. Another brilliant idea struck me, and I immediately put it into action: I crouched down behind her, and when she said "Gan—", I had already hooked my hands around her knees; when she said "—Ma ya", I had already lifted her up, her feet off the ground, just like when I'm helping a little girl pee. After a series of decisive and swift movements, I whispered in her ear, "This is the safest way! With your brother (Yin Gege) here, Snake won't dare to bully you anymore... Now pee without worry, shh—shh..." This time, the young woman was mortified. She kicked her legs and twisted her hips wildly, afraid that her cries would attract the attention of her friends in front, her pretty face turning bright red. But her knees were already tightly held by me, pressed against her chest, so she couldn't muster any strength. A moment later, the young woman went limp in my arms, lowering her head and softly scolding, "You... are the most... vulgar doctor in the world... you... scoundrel! If others find out, how... can I face them?" While cursing her, she couldn't help but let her urine spurt out.

I pulled her knees back a little tighter and peeked over her shoulder, but I could only see her full, protruding mons pubis and glossy black pubic hair; I still couldn't see the beautiful sight of her urinating private parts—if only there were a mirror in front of her, it would be such a pity!

I pressed my already rock-hard penis against her buttocks, kissing her ear and whispering intermittently, "Yuxin... you're so beautiful... you know... even your pee is... so fragrant and alluring... look down there... so much pee... why did it stop... let me feel if there's any left..." The stream of urine between the young woman's legs went from a powerful spurt to intermittent, and then disappeared, but I could still feel it dripping down her crotch. So, I slid one hand down her leg into the wet crevice, found the clitoris, and gently circled it a few times with the lubrication of the urine, then dabbed a little on the clitoris. The young woman shuddered, and several thin, urgent streams of urine gushed from between her legs.

When I lowered her legs and wiped her urine with a tissue, she no longer resisted, but nestled softly in my arms, shyly allowing me to do as I pleased. This time, I inserted my fingers into her crotch from the front, so each time I wiped back along the fold, I would stop at her fully exposed clitoris, press and rub it in a circle, making her body tremble. Her head was no longer lowered in embarrassment, but leaned against my shoulder, swaying slightly. Her hot, pink cheeks rubbed against my neck and chin like a kitten, her lips pursed and her breath sweet as orchids...

I used tissue after tissue, but I couldn't dry her. Finally, I "couldn't stand it anymore," and held the tissue in front of the young woman, pointing to the white, sticky fluid on it. I whispered teasingly in her ear, "Baby, this doesn't look like pee. Why is it sticky and white?" She was so embarrassed that she stood up abruptly, kicking me while putting on her pants, "You pervert! You pervert! You got what you wanted and now you're... I'll talk to you again... Ouch..." One kick was too hard, and she almost fell again, but luckily I caught her in time.

Her tight waistband clung to her hips, and I took the opportunity to pinch her fair and delicate bottom a few times, which provoked her little pink fists to pound me all over...

As for what happened later, the story of everyone playing in the mountains, since it didn't have any erotic elements, I believe my fellow lechers wouldn't be interested, so I won't go into it. Anyway, from then on, "spanking" and "wiping butts" became our private "romantic tales" (I don't think even her husband gets this treatment, hehe). And every time we talked about it, I noticed that she would subconsciously twist her butt or squeeze her legs together, and the tacit shyness that appeared on her pretty face at the same time seemed to indicate that the veil between us was getting thinner and thinner, more and more fragile, almost as if it could be broken with a breath...

Okay, that's all for Yuxin's story for now.

This piece serves as a prelude to the entire series. Through the typical and intriguing "case" of the young woman Pei Yuxin, I aim to introduce my professional background and personality preferences, giving readers a preliminary understanding of Dr. Xu's "seduction" process and laying the groundwork for later chapters. Therefore, the narrative is not particularly strong and may seem somewhat drawn-out; I hope you will understand.

Of course, what you'll find hardest to forgive is the lack of sex scenes in this piece. But wait, the story of Pei Yuxin isn't over yet—coffee was drunk, dancing took place, her buttocks were slapped, her vulva was touched, and even her buttocks were wiped after she urinated. Tell me, how far away can sex be?

My home, a luxurious home.

The red candles on the dining table flickered, the remaining wine in the four stemmed glasses glowed with an elegant red light, the romantic atmosphere from ten minutes ago still lingering in the dining room.

But in the living room, on the sofa, a completely different scene unfolded—quiet and decadent.

Two beautiful young women, almost breathtakingly gorgeous. One was tall and slender, her purple halter-neck evening gown clinging tightly to her slender waist and full hips, accentuating her beautiful curves; the other was petite and delicate, her white wedding dress highlighting her pure and beautiful features.

The two men, both fairly handsome, exchanged tense, lewd, and vulgar glances.

These two men were none other than my cousin, A-Jian, and me.

On this sofa, the tall young woman reclining on my lap was Lin Ying, a dance teacher. On the other sofa, the petite young woman A-Jian held in his arms was Wen Xiaorou, a bank employee.

Lin Ying resembled Kim Hee-sun from South Korea—elegant, poised, and alluring; Xiaorou resembled Athena Chu from Hong Kong—pure, delicate, and charming. I'm not good at describing women's beauty, but I can say that even without makeup, they were in no way inferior to Kim Hee-sun or Athena Chu.

At this moment, I had already pulled down Lin Ying's left strap, letting it hang loosely on her slender arm. The already low-cut design of her evening gown made the front even looser and droopier, and the half-cup bra did nothing to conceal her breasts; instead, it accentuated their white, tender flesh.

Meanwhile, Xiao Rou, in A Jian's arms, was wearing a strapless wedding dress, the front of which was being slowly torn open by A Jian, whose eyes burned with lust. Her braless breasts appeared even fuller and more swollen by the front of the dress, and her pink areolas were already faintly visible through the lace trim. The erotic and lascivious scene contrasted sharply with the pure and beautiful face beneath the white veil.

Lin Ying's large eyes, even more alluring than Kim Hee-sun's, remained tightly closed, and Xiao Rou slept with a sweet smile. Neither of the two beauties were aware of the dangerous situation they were in.

Of course they wouldn't be aware, because A Jian and I had planned this operation for a full month.

A celebratory banquet, a sumptuous Western meal, Bordeaux red wine, and a moderate amount of sleeping pills—when they wake up tomorrow, they'll only think they drank too much and "lost their way home in a drunken stupor." Little will they know that we two "gentlemen" have "stumbled into the depths of the lotus blossoms."

However, although we two were both lecherous and shameless, we could still be considered somewhat decent gentlemen. So, before we acted, we made a "gentleman's agreement": 1. Touching, no touching; 2. Touching only the upper body, not the lower body; 3. Only for one hour; 4. If there is a next time, we must work together, no soloing.

At this point, more than ten minutes had passed since we shouted "start!" together. We couldn't hesitate any longer. Although it wasn't a "moment of passion," the thrill of secretly touching a beauty was worth at least eight hundred gold coins, right?

Without further hesitation, my hand, which had been caressing the beauty's fragrant shoulder, slowly moved towards the deep cleavage. The smooth, creamy touch made my heart race, and my hand trembled even more. After inserting it into the center of the bra, I slowly slid my hand to one side. The half-cup bra was perfect; it didn't hinder my exploration at all. Inch by inch... Finally, my hand gently grasped the jade-like breasts of the married woman I had been longing for day and night!

Full, soft, and smooth, I felt my heart was about to jump out of my chest!

Feeling the tender, erect nipples in my palm, even in her sleep, she reacted? What a sensitive beauty!

My other hand, which had been enjoying the young woman's slender waist, was now drawn to the scene before me. Lustfully, I reached into her bra and grasped her other breast. Suddenly, I remembered Wei Xiaobao's "Dragon Claw Hand for Grabbing Breasts," and a

lewd chuckle escaped my lips. I nervously looked up and saw Ah Jian burying his head in Xiao Rou's chest, the lace of her wedding dress and one of Xiao Rou's breasts, already partially exposed, obscuring his face. But I could imagine it was a drooling, greedy

, lewd, and ugly face! A pang of sorrow, then jealousy, and finally, in a fit of anger, I roughly ripped off Lin Ying's bra and shoulder straps. In an instant, a pair of full, round, white, and tender breasts sprang out, bouncing before my eyes, and my heart pounded in rhythm with them.

Looking up guiltily, I saw Ah Jian staring at me with fiery eyes. He then defiantly grabbed the hem of Xiao Rou's wedding dress, deliberately pulling it down slowly. Lin Ying's even fuller, more alluring breasts, compared to the dress, slowly spilled out, finally freeing themselves and bouncing joyfully in the air.

Looking into Ah Jian's fiery eyes, I imagined my own eyes were bloodshot too.

Suddenly, a strong feeling welled up inside me: if there truly were lustful demons or lecherous monsters, they must be possessing us right now, or devouring our souls.

Why this feeling? Attentive readers will have already noticed.

Yes, you guessed right.

Lin Ying is Ah Jian's wife! And Xiao Rou is my wife!

Some might say, isn't this wife-swapping?

No, with our current psychological capacity, we're far from reaching the "mental level" of wife-swapping. At most, it's just about scheming to expose our beautiful wives and satisfying our visual cravings. Even this "swapping" activity was something we hesitated over for days before finally succumbing to temptation and making the final decision to go all in, prepared to "live it all and die." Even so, as you've already seen, and will continue to see in the following narrative, we were filled with jealousy, envy, and regret during the "swapping" process. So

, how did we gradually develop and become addicted to this game?

The story has both inevitability and chance.

The inevitability lies in our overly affluent and leisurely lives—the so-called "when you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust"!

I'm two years older than my cousin, A-Jian. We've been playing and laughing together since childhood, our relationship is closer than blood brothers. After graduating from university, we started a business together, struggling and rising and falling for over a decade, finally achieving our current success. Although we're not on any rich list, our assets are real, without a single loan; they were all accumulated little by little. Now, our combined assets should be over a hundred million!
02-01
Wall-Swept Chronicle (01)

One day, Ah Jian suddenly told me that doing business was too tiring and he wanted to experience the life of an unemployed bum. So, the two of us hit it off immediately, and within a few months, we sold off our factory, our foreign trade company, and all our stocks. We split the cash in half, and then each of us put one-third of the money in the bank, bought one-third in gold, and went to Pudong, Shanghai, to buy real estate with the remaining one-third.

By the way, when we finished dealing with these things, it was already March 2008. A few months later, the American financial crisis swept the world like a plague. Chinese stocks plummeted, and foreign trade companies were in a slump. Sometimes, they were really worth a fortune!

At this point, the only "real businesses" left in the hands of the two of us were a Western restaurant that had been in business for many years and a small supermarket that had just opened. The beautiful head waitress of the Western restaurant, Ah Wen, was more capable than me. I was so idle that I could only hide in the manager's office all day surfing the Internet, playing chess, and practicing calligraphy. The supermarket was originally under A-Jian's management, but he went even further, hiring his uncle as manager while he spent his days wandering around.

You tell me, with such a wealthy and leisurely life, how could one not be tempted by lust?

However, for someone like me, with a bit of money and some education, indulging in lust is a real problem. Hiring a prostitute?

Too dirty. A one-night stand? Still afraid of being dirty. Online dating? Afraid of being scammed. Keeping a mistress? Don't be ridiculous, I have the desire but not the guts! Don't let my wife's gentle and considerate nature fool you; she's very strict about this! Besides, I consider myself a gentleman; doing such a thing would be against my conscience!

So, for five years from our marriage until last year, I kept these lustful desires sealed away.

The seal on lust began to loosen three years ago.

Three years ago, A-Jian, using the excuse that "good brothers should live together for fun," rented out all his properties, including our new marital home, and then, using my drunken promise as proof, packed up his bags and moved into my house with his new wife. Although my home is a penthouse duplex with a garden in this upscale community, supposedly a "luxury" apartment, over 300 square meters, you still see her all the time. A beautiful, sexy married woman, married for less than a year, is constantly in front of you. Even a monk would have impure thoughts! And my wife's looks and figure are no less stunning; Ah Jian's lecherous eyes follow her from morning till night, and I've seen him secretly drooling several times.

How could this continue?

After all, we're brothers. One day last year, after a little testing and some deep conversation, we hit it off again.

Thus, my long-suppressed lust finally found its outlet after five years.

If you want to blame the coincidence, you have to blame the internet. A long time ago, when we were working hard on our business, we liked to download porn and read erotic novels online; we were extremely compatible. By chance, we came across these dreaded porn sites: Judou (Yuanyuan seemed to have shut down by then), Yaqing, Coastline, Fengyue, and Gaoyang. By another chance, we met perverted authors like Hu Zuofei, Zuiyue Benxiang, and Liaoliaoliao, and accidentally read their extremely perverted works.

Why perverted?

They took pride in exposing their wives, enjoyed orchestrating their wives' rape, and even found thrills in secretly watching them. Isn't that perverted ?

Unfortunately, my brother and I became completely addicted. From then on, we stopped downloading porn, and stopped reading any other erotic literature like martial arts, science fiction, or sadomasochistic stories. We only read these so-called "erotic" articles.

How wicked! How perverted! These porn sites and authors are truly harmful!

Thankfully, most of these porn sites have been shut down (I heard that the lecherous guy has recently come back to life, he's still up to no good). Thankfully, these writers rarely write anymore (I heard that Liao Liao is still writing, but he hasn't been updating much lately). Otherwise, who knows how many more perverted followers like us would have been created! Anyway,

back to the main topic.

So, one day last year, after some probing and in-depth discussions, and after an extremely intense and complex internal struggle, my brother and I finally reached the following consensus: 1. Wife-swapping involves too many issues such as emotional exchange and moral ethics, especially requiring too high a level of psychological resilience from the parties involved. It's best to leave it in the realm of fantasy for now; it's not suitable for practical implementation. 2. It's acceptable to moderately expose one's wife's private parts to the other party, experiencing a little of the thrill those perverted writers crave. 3. Methods for persuading one's wife—praise, seduction, pleading, provocation, etc.—vary depending on the person, situation, and emotions. However, it's best to start without her knowledge, and after a few times, gradually tell her that the other husband has secretly seen certain things, to test her acceptance. The degree of exposure will be gradually increased after testing; fourth, the scale of exposure will start with low-cut tops and tight-fitting clothes, slowly progressing to cleavage, nipple protrusion, buttock crease, panties, and so on... Whatever is exposed, it must be done gradually, avoiding haste and alerting the other party; fifth, the primary setting for exposure is at home, but if it must be taken out, it's best if all four go together; sixth, a one-year limit will be set. If either wife remains conservative and resistant to exposure despite repeated training, the plan must be terminated; if both wives find stimulation and pleasure in exposure and become increasingly alluring, and can tolerate appropriate verbal teasing and minor physical contact from their husbands, then the next year's development plan can be discussed together.

The husbands reached a consensus, but would the wives be willing to comply? How feasible was this plan?

My brother and I carefully analyzed it.

First, the material foundation was in place. With no worries about food and clothing, there's plenty of free time. Living under the same roof, eating, chatting, exercising, and watching TV together every day, finding opportunities to slightly break with tradition and taboos shouldn't be too difficult.

Secondly, there's a solid emotional foundation. My brother and I are a given, and Xiaorou and Linying were close friends in college. After their marriages, because of our relationship, they've become even closer, inseparable.

More importantly, we brothers are good-looking, have good tempers, and good character (of course, they don't know about our private flirting). We're also very humorous, often making them laugh. Over time, they naturally develop feelings for each other's husbands. Plus, living together so closely for the past two years has led to a growing sense of intimacy and even ambiguity in their language and address.

For example, Xiaorou and Linying's voices are very similar, especially when they call out "husband" in a sweet, coquettish way.

Often, when the sweet call of "husband" comes from the kitchen or balcony, two husbands will simultaneously appear from another room.

At first, the wives were a little embarrassed and shy, but after a while, they gradually got used to it.

"Who called you? I'm calling my dear husband!"

Lin Ying scolded me like this once.

"Ah Jian is my dear husband, then what about me?"

I gradually became more thick-skinned.

"You... at most, you're my adoptive husband."

She probably deduced this from "biological parents" and "adoptive parents" on the spot, and blurted it out instantly.

"Adoptive husband? You're supporting a man too! Haha..."

I laughed so hard I almost fell over.

"Pah, you brat! You can't say anything nice, and you're still laughing, still laughing..."

A flurry of light punches came over, completely lacking any ladylike image, and completely oblivious to the slightly jealous look on my "dear husband's" face.

This kind of joke and teasing often happened with Xiao Rou and Ah Jian as well, and I was also embarrassed and jealous on the side.

Sometimes I really don't understand, how could husbands like us, who are so easily jealous, become addicted to this kind of game?

In the first week after we reached an agreement, the two wives called us perverts many times.

My crime was reading erotic articles online, and A-Jian's crime was browsing dating websites for couples. Of course, we deliberately let them find out; it was part of the plan.

When we bowed our heads in apology, the two of us sat side-by-side in front of them like schoolchildren.

"Our behavior is so unfair to our two loving wives..."

I deliberately blurred the lines between the four of us.

"As your husbands, we promise to..."

A-Jian used the same trick again.

They listened to our confessions and promises with smiles, only realizing their mistake after a long while.

"You're so shameless!" "Disgusting!" Then, pillows and TV remotes were thrown at us...

The second week, we were back in the "second round."

This time, they scolded us less and spoke more earnestly.

"I know you worked hard to earn money before, and now that you have free time, you want to enjoy yourself. There are so many things you can do for entertainment and learning—learn music, chess, calligraphy, painting, collect things, play golf, anything! Why do you have to watch those low-class things..."

Don't let Xiao Rou's quiet demeanor fool you; she's quite eloquent when it comes to educating her husband.

“Yeah, what’s so interesting about those low-class things? I really don’t understand you two! Look at us, what makes us better than those online…”

Seeing us staring blankly at them from head to toe, as if we were genuinely comparing them to the beauties online, even the usually magnanimous Ms. Lin blushed and gave us a fierce glare.

Besides continuing to sincerely apologize, this time we offered some explanations.

“Some articles are really quite good, much better quality than your romance novels! Besides, aren’t all romance novels these days just skirting the line? Like ‘His hardness sank into her softness,’ isn’t that even more explicit…”

I said, glancing up at their expressions.

“Those couple selfies aren’t actually explicit, some are quite artistic! Of course, if you wanted to take them, you’d definitely look better than them…”

While A-Jian was explaining, his lecherous eyes darted around them again.

“Vulgar,” “You’re going to die!” Immediately, cushions and TV remotes were thrown at us again…

The third week, we were still “incorrigible.”

The two wives were too lazy to scold us anymore, only giving us a "you're hopeless" look, forcing the two brothers to cling to them and apologize, only to be met with glares and cold shoulders.

But privately, I discovered that the two wives often whispered and giggled together.

Then, we both found traces of unauthorized viewing on our computers.

One late night, next to my sleeping wife, I was secretly reading a very perverted article, "Who Will Sleep With You Tonight," on my laptop. A soft, smooth body pressed against me in bed.

"Still reading? Is this... really that good?"

I knew Xiaorou had been awake for a while, and the computer records showed that she had read the article yesterday.

"Yeah, it's amazing."

I nodded honestly.

"I... I also secretly read it yesterday... It wasn't anything special, I just thought you guys were so perverted!"

Xiaorou snuggled halfway into my arms, her soft little hands gently stroking my chest.

"We? The article or me?"

I continued to play dumb.

"They are all! Especially that author named 'Lelele,' he's the most perverted. In many of his articles, he's happily wearing... a green hat. Do you think there are really such stupid husbands in the world? How could he bear to let his wife be... like that with someone else!"

My innocent wife in my arms looked up at me, waiting for my answer.

“What Lelele? His name is ‘Chat Chat Chat’… I don’t know if he’s like that in real life, but in my fantasies, he must crave this kind of thing, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble writing so much…”

My answer was rather vague, because I myself was confused about this kind of complex.

“Then… what about you?”

“Me? What?”

I was a little nervous.

“Fantasy…”

My wife looked at me with soft, timid eyes, which made me even more nervous.

“No, absolutely not!”

I denied it firmly, my heart pounding.

“Nothing?”

My wife pressed on.

“It’s just… I absolutely never thought about you sleeping with other men. Really! How could I bear to, baby?”

“Liar! Then why do you enjoy reading this pervert’s writing so much?”

Xiaorou glared at me, her pretty cheeks slightly puffed out, but it was clear that she wasn’t really angry this time. I felt that my chance to strike while the iron was hot had come.

“But at the same time… because, I feel,” I involuntarily took a deep breath, feeling even more nervous than when I confessed my love to her six years ago, “that feeling of others admiring and envying your wife… is really… wonderful! So exciting!”

“How do you want others to admire you? Like those wife-swapping websites on Jianzi’s computer, taking pictures of your wife naked for others to see? How could you even think of that…”

Xiaorou gently tapped my head with her slender index finger, her pink cheeks puffing out even more.

“Huh? You even peeked at Jianzi’s computer!”

I deliberately used a disgruntled tone to change the subject.

“No, I didn’t… Lin Ying told me…”

Xiaorou protested, her face flushed red.

"Actually, there are many ways to get others to appreciate you; it doesn't have to be erotic."

I finally shed my initial nervousness and regained my usual eloquence. "For example, imagine you wearing your bank uniform—let's say the winter one. A fitted blazer with a floral collared shirt, a tight skirt with stockings. Is it revealing? No! But you probably don't know how many men secretly glanced at you, this white-collar beauty, when you walked down the street arm in arm with me! I felt so proud! I thought, 'Even if I were hit by a car right now, it would be worth it to marry such a charming and lovable wife like you!'"

"Pah! Pah! You jinx! Spit it out, spit it out, um..." Before she could finish, I kissed her fiercely, and actually poured saliva into her mouth.

After a long while, Xiaorou gently pushed me away, still panting softly.

"That uniform...is it really that good-looking?"

So that's what she was thinking about while we were kissing? Women! Sigh…

“The uniform looks good, but it really depends on who wears it. My wife, no matter what she wears, can still steal the show from a whole bunch of men on the street, hehe…”

“You’re just flattering me! Steal the show from a whole bunch? Sweep the streets, huh?”

Knowing she was being flattered, his wife still couldn’t hide her delight. “Then tell me, which outfit of mine looks best?”

"Too many! Let me think... um... I still can't think of any. Every piece of clothing looks good on my wife. There's no such thing as 'most beautiful,' only 'more beautiful!'"

Since my wife liked it, I continued to flatter her. "For example, that CK sleeveless dress I bought last year, how elegant and charming it looked! You got so many stares! Those discounted t-shirts I bought you in France earlier this year, every single one of them looked great with your jeans, youthful and casual, like a girl next door. And last summer in Phuket, I told you to wear that apricot-yellow bikini, and you said you were too shy to wear it. But look what happened! Luckily you listened to me, right? Paired with the azure sea and white sand, didn't you charm a whole bunch of people on the beach? I'm telling you, Ah Jian really got a nosebleed that day, haha..." "

You rascal!" Xiao Rou gently scolded, but a sweet smile appeared on her face as she snuggled even closer into my arms. Judging from her blissful expression, she was definitely reminiscing about playing in the sea in her bikini.

“Even at home, my wife looks the most beautiful in whatever she wears. Take that pink Hello Kitty pajama set, for example. It’s loose and elegant. It’s cotton, so it covers her completely, but it’s also oval-necked and the hem doesn’t quite reach her knees. In short… it just exudes that indescribable, um, languid sexiness!”

“Hehe… what’s wrong with you today? Did you put oil on your lips? Or did you do something naughty? Confess!”

Xiaorou reached out and grabbed my ear, scolding me, but her eyes couldn’t hide her tenderness.

It seems that remembering a few of my wife’s favorite outfits and praising them now and then is really a shortcut to pleasing her!

“By the way, honey, don’t be angry when I tell you this. That Hello Kitty one, it’s pretty, but… sometimes it…”

All that foreshadowing beforehand was for this one sentence; the crucial moment had arrived.

"How often? Tell me..."

"Sometimes...sometimes...a little bit of skin showing."

"Nonsense, you just said you were fully covered!"

"The collar is too loose, when you bend down to get something..."

"Really? Then...is it serious?"

Xiaorou was a little nervous.

"It's nothing, just a little bit of bra, some flesh...Hey, hey! Why are you pinching me..."

I muttered while rubbing my waist where I had been pinched, "At home...a little bit is fine, it's not like I haven't seen it before...Ouch, wife, you're too cruel! Look, you've pinched me purple..."

"You're such a pig-headed person! I'm afraid...afraid that A-Jian also...Oh, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Right! How could I forget that? That guy isn't a good person..."

Then, I suddenly slapped my forehead, "Oh no! That time...Oh no! Oh no!"

"What...what happened? Tell me!"

Xiaorou shook my shoulders nervously.

"That day, A-Jian and the others went to a wedding and came back very late. They didn't have their keys, remember? We had just finished making love and were about to go to sleep, but I refused to get up, and you came down to open the door, remember? Later, A-Jian practically dragged me out of bed, and the four of us drank until midnight, remember? That day, A-Jian and I were sitting on the sofa, and you and Lin Ying took two cushions and sat on the coffee table and the floor, and you even brought us drinks and heated up

some food, remember?" Every time I asked "Do you remember?", Xiao Rou nodded, and with each nod, her face turned even redder, and she dared not look at me anymore, only burying her head in my chest.

I decided to press my advantage.

"Then do you remember that time, because you rushed to open the door, you weren't wearing a bra?"

"Ah? Really...really..."

I knew she had remembered.

"Yeah! And later when we were drinking and chatting, she wasn't wearing one... A few times when she bent down to pour us drinks, I saw it all through her collar, a pair of white little camisoles, and red little nipples..."

Actually, I exaggerated a bit. That day, I only saw the upper half of her breasts at most. "As for whether Ah Jian saw it or not... I was also a bit tipsy at the time and didn't notice... I should have reminded you, I'm sorry, wife..."

"Don't say anymore... I'm so embarrassed..."

Her boneless body twisted in my arms, warm and soft.

My wife dresses conservatively in public, but when she sleeps, she likes to sleep completely naked, wearing only a milk-silk slip dress. I reached between her legs and found it was already wet. My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately threw my laptop on the pillow, pinned her down, and without any foreplay, went straight for the kill.

That night, we made love for over two hours.

I performed a hat trick, and Xiaorou's orgasms came one after another…

Like attracts like, and in the following days, Xiaorou not only stopped stopping me from reading erotic novels online, but even asked me to copy all the ones I'd read onto her computer, saying it would allow her to "monitor my perverted behavior at any time," hehe!

Of course, I was happy to oblige, and I even "enthusiastically" categorized the articles into "erotic," "martial arts," "romance," "married woman," "SM," and so on. Sure enough, as I expected, Xiaorou read mostly erotic novels!

Gradually, she even started discussing the characters and plots with me, although her views were still somewhat naive, her progress was obvious.

What about Lin Ying? A-Jian secretly told me that things were progressing quickly. His wife had gotten into the habit of logging into that couples' dating forum every day, and even commented on the selfies of the married women. Once, after A-Jian's persistent sweet talk and pleading, she finally let him take some photos of her legs in stockings and her back in a blurry pose. After her "strict screening," she actually posted five of them on the forum. As a result, the forum users were very supportive, showering her with praise and compliments. Lin Ying said, "So what?" but her vanity and smugness didn't escape A-Jian's notice.

Regarding their clothing, although neither wife had yet reached the expected goals of our "exposure plan," there were still changes.

For example, Xiao Rou, after knowing that the Hello Kitty dress was likely to reveal too much, still occasionally wore it after my encouragement—that was progress.

Several times after showering, she found her bra "accidentally" wet and asked me to get her a new one. I would make excuses like it was too much trouble or "Lin Ying is urging you to watch Korean dramas together," and drag my wife, who was only wearing panties, straight to the living room. Waiting on the sofa in the living room was usually a stunningly beautiful young woman leaning against her husband, her nipples clearly visible.

Those times when we made love in the room, Xiaorou's orgasms were quick and frequent, soaking the sheets. The next day, I secretly asked Ajian, and they had the same thing.

For example, in the rooftop gym, the two wives used to not let us in when they did aerobics or yoga. I don't know when it started, or which wife tacitly allowed it, but now we can work out together.

Watching the other wife's curvaceous body tightly wrapped in her aerobics clothes, especially when they did leg raises, splits, bends, and hip twists, several times, Ajian and I, who were pressing the barbell with flushed faces, almost choked!

Once, A-Jian secretly tampered with one of the sponge pads on Lin Ying's leotard. As a result, Lin Ying hesitated for a moment, then removed the other pad as well. That day at the gym, our hearts raced for over an hour, following the rhythm of those two erect nipples. A few days later, we were surprised to find that Xiao Rou's leotard also had erect nipples! Later, she explained to me that Lin Ying had recommended it, but without the padding, the movements were indeed much easier and smoother.

Clothing, language, address, attitude towards sex…

everything had been subtly influencing her over the past year…

A little over a month ago, A-Jian secretly came to me to discuss something, saying he couldn't stand this torment of "seeing but not touching" anymore, and that he'd definitely go crazy if it continued! Then he proposed the plan mentioned at the beginning of this article.

This guy, it seems he's really been craving Xiao Rou lately!

That said, the plan was indeed quite tempting, Lin Ying. I finally had the chance to taste your sweetness, hehehe… Despite

the lewd laughter, the real price was that my wife would be defiled by the other man, and it was such an abnormal method that violated the principles of gentlemanly conduct. It was really hard to make up my mind, both of us. We hesitated, agreed and then changed our minds, going back and forth many times, but ultimately we couldn't resist the fatal temptation.

Finally, on this sixth wedding anniversary with Xiao Rou, the lustful demon possessed me, and the lecherous devil devoured A Jian's heart…

Let's go back to the scene at the beginning of this story.

On two luxurious sofas, the two lecherous devils would sometimes look up at each other, exchanging jealous glances, and sometimes compete to see who could touch the breasts of the married women in their arms. One would touch, and the other would retaliate by squeezing them, their expressions both erotic and comical.

To be honest, Lin Ying's breasts were in no way inferior to my wife's. Although slightly less voluptuous, Lin Ying's figure was more upright, perhaps due to her dance training. Her breasts were as white and smooth as Xiao Rou's, but her areolas and nipples were a slightly deeper pink, and her nipples were also slightly larger, giving her a more mature air. Unlike Xiao Rou's sweet and sour milky scent, Lin Ying's breasts and even her entire body exuded a mature feminine fragrance.

Lin Ying was only half a year older than Xiao Rou, so it shouldn't be due to age. It seems that even equally beautiful women, upon closer inspection, are vastly different and each possesses unique characteristics. That's why they say men should "learn from bees, gathering nectar from a hundred flowers!"

But at this moment, I had no desire to be a bee. My hands were playing with Lin Ying's breasts, which I had long coveted, but my mind was preoccupied with how my wife's breasts were changing under A Jian's caresses. While his mouth was licking Lin Ying's nipple, his gaze had already drifted to the other side: his wife's pink nipple was being sucked and spit out by A-Jian, sometimes stretched with his lips, sometimes gently bitten with his teeth, the nipple becoming pert and erect...

And his wife, who had specially worn a white wedding dress for their anniversary, was still sleeping so peacefully and innocently!

In an instant, his heart felt like a bottle of vinegar had been overturned, the bitterness indescribable.

"Hey! Can you be a little gentler! What will we say tomorrow if you leave marks..."

I finally couldn't bear it any longer and warned him softly but sternly.

"You little rascal! Your hand is different... Hey! Your hand! You've crossed the line! Take it out right now..."

A-Jian's teasing expression suddenly changed, his eyes blazing with anger. It turned out that one of my hands had somehow slipped inside Lin Ying's evening gown, touching her smooth thigh!

I quickly withdrew my hand, my face blank with confusion and guilt.

"You're quite the actor! Alright, alright, time's almost up..."

I glanced at my watch; sure enough, only three minutes remained. At that moment, without a word, A-Jian scooped Xiao-Rou up in his arms and headed upstairs. I was stunned, then followed suit, picking up Lin-Ying and following behind.

When A-Jian turned slightly and laboriously opened my bedroom door with the hand that was around Xiao-Rou's waist, what I saw was an incredibly sensual scene: the beautiful bride was drunk, her pretty face flushed beneath her wedding dress, the front of her gown torn off by the eager groom, her plump breasts trembling...

But the groom carrying the half-naked bride wasn't me!

In an instant, jealousy, anger, self-blame, regret, shame... almost every bad emotion in the world rushed into my heart!

Originally, I planned to continue my stubbornness with A-Jian and personally carry Lin-Ying to their bed as well. But this time, I stopped trying to save face, following A-Jian into the room, and after he placed Xiao-Rou on the bed, I quickly handed Lin-Ying back to him.

"Get out, get out..."

Ah Jian, holding his wife, turned back, puzzled, as if to ask something, but I shooed him away like a duck.

I returned to the bedside, sat down blankly beside my wife, gazing at her innocent sleeping face for a moment, then at her two small, erect, red nipples still glistening with Ah Jian's saliva, a pang of pain and a sour feeling in my heart...

After settling my wife in, my brother and I went to the rooftop garden for drinks to sober up.

We drank in silence for a long time...

"I won't do it again next time!"

The two brothers blurted out almost simultaneously, then stared blankly at each other for a few seconds. Finally, a knowing laugh, the kind only close friends would have, echoed across the terrace, tinged with a hint of lewdness… I didn't

get back to the room until 2 a.m. Seeing Xiaorou still in her wedding dress, I prepared to help her take it off. But my fiddling around woke her up. My half-naked wife, her eyes glazed with drunkenness, clung to my neck, wanting some tenderness. Every wedding anniversary, I go all out, trying all sorts of things, and Xiaorou is always especially affectionate and alluring.

Tonight was no exception.

Especially when I kissed her nipples, those two little nipples that had been played with by another man for the first time, the absurd yet exciting scene from earlier flashed through my mind. My earlier regret vanished instantly, leaving only an unprecedented hardness and a frenzied thrusting.

Tonight's climax came particularly fiercely and quickly, ending in less than fifteen minutes.

But I could tell Xiaorou was very satisfied; unlike previous anniversaries when she would rest for a few minutes before wanting more. Xiaorou is very clean; she usually takes a shower after making love, but tonight, she curled up in my arms, twitching slightly in the afterglow of her orgasm, and slowly fell asleep… Her slightly red, plump lips were between her legs, and a sweet smile graced her lips in her sleep.

Her expensive wedding dress, still around her waist, was covered in her vaginal fluids…

I woke up the next day at noon. Xiaorou and Lin Ying had both gone to work, and no one answered when I called for A-Jian; he was probably wandering off somewhere again.

I went to the Yiyun Western Restaurant, greeted the head waitress A-Wen, and went into my manager's office. On my desk was a French breakfast A-Wen had prepared for me, still warm. This girl is truly rare! She's pretty, capable, and understanding, and most importantly, she's interested in me.

To say I have no impure thoughts about A-Wen, that I'm completely indifferent, would be a lie. It's just that one thing holds me back: she's Xiaorou's distant cousin. Ever since Xiaorou introduced her to the restaurant job a few years ago, I've always suspected: is my wife planning to stage a "Double Intrigue" drama next to me? Xiaorou is a gentle and considerate wife, not particularly concerned about money, but she has one flaw: she's extremely possessive in relationships and can't tolerate any distraction from me. The most classic example is when I confessed my love for her for life, and she actually said it wasn't enough, that she wanted to belong only to me in the next life and the life after that. I joked, "What if I'm reincarnated as a dog?" Guess what she said?

"Then... how about being my pet? I won't get married, I'll just take care of you!"

Classic, right? So after marriage, I've always been chaste and cautious, carefully dealing with all the "femme fatales" like Awen, including Axiu, the Sichuan girl in the supermarket downstairs who also has some feelings for me.

Thinking of the supermarket, I suddenly perked up and quickly moved the mouse, "waking up" the computer that was still in screensaver mode. I browsed through all eight surveillance cameras but found nothing unusual. So I opened the video recording app and searched through the archives from all eight cameras between 9 a.m. and 12 p.m., focusing on the three cameras in the supermarket manager's office.

Soon, starting at 10:28 a.m., my prey appeared in those three cameras—no, I should say my uncle's prey…

“Like last time, lean your upper body on the desk, yes…”

My uncle's voice sounded excited.

“Hmm, my left shoulder and waist still hurt a bit, but it's much better than before…”

A young woman appeared in the frame, somewhat embarrassed, complying with my uncle's request, leaning her upper body on the desk, her buttocks sticking back, her arms outstretched, and her face pressed against the surface. Now I could see clearly that this young woman was a regular customer, living in the upscale neighborhood next door, and I'd greeted her a few times before. Around 35 years old, except for her low nose, she was quite pretty, slightly plump, fair-skinned, and very feminine. I'd met her husband once before; they seemed quite affectionate.

Looking at the scene again, Uncle was already standing beside the young woman, massaging her shoulders and back with varying pressure, seemingly quite skillfully. It must have been a little painful, as the young woman let out soft moans.

Uncle's massage technique was quite good, seemingly a secret skill passed down from his ancestors. When he was a police officer at the station, his massage skills were renowned far and wide; he even cured the chief's lumbar muscle strain. But did any female officers ever seek his massage back then? Hehe…

After a while, Uncle moved behind the young woman and started massaging her lower back. The young woman seemed ticklish and squirmed a few times.

Looking closer, Uncle's lower body was pressing against the young woman's buttocks! If they were naked, wouldn't this be a standard doggy style position? Was Uncle hard? Did the young woman's squirming rub against his penis?

The scene was from above, so I quickly switched to a side view. Now I could see clearly. Sure enough, my uncle's crotch was bulging, and the high tip of the tent was pressing against the young woman's buttocks with each massage. The woman's pants were made of thin, soft white silk, and because of her prone position, her buttocks were clearly visible, revealing a deep cleft.

After a while, the lewd uncle quietly unzipped his pants! His elastic underwear was now merely a cover, doing nothing to conceal his erection; the shape of his glans was clearly visible. My uncle was truly vigorous for his age; his size seemed even larger than mine!

The glans sank deeper and deeper into the woman's buttocks with each massage, seemingly adjusting its position, moving lower and lower, searching for the more intimate part of her body.

I quickly switched back to the top-down view and zoomed in on the woman's profile. The young woman's face, which could only be described as somewhat attractive, suddenly appeared breathtakingly beautiful to me: her pink cheeks were flushed, her nostrils flared slightly, her red lips trembled as she let out soft moans, and her slightly closed eyelids trembled gently, revealing a mixture of enjoyment and timid shyness...

It was then that I realized my right hand had unconsciously been gripping and stroking my hard penis, and it looked like it was about to vomit. I quickly pulled away—my newly bought Boss casual pants! The massage

lasted a full half hour before my uncle quietly zipped up his pants, placed his hands on the young woman's shoulders, and gently asked her how the massage felt and how effective it was. The young woman remained limp, responding with incoherent "hmm, yes" sounds...

I was truly unsatisfied with this half-hour spectacle! I was even regretting that there wasn't a camera behind her back; otherwise, I really wanted to see if there was any moisture on her tightly covered crotch! Hehe…

Looking at the empty plate in front of me, I realized I'd finished my breakfast sometime during the day, while the milk tea was still full but completely cold. No wonder it was so hard to swallow earlier, ah, it's still stuck in my throat, cough, cough…

Now I need to give a detailed introduction to the supermarket and my uncle.

The Western restaurant and the supermarket are both located on the outskirts of our "Yiyun Lakeside" residential complex.

The Western restaurant is located on the second floor of a street-facing building, covering more than 500 square meters. It's property I bought the year I got married, and its value has more than tripled since then.

At the beginning of last year, I saw the business opportunities in several increasingly mature upscale communities near the restaurant. After discussing it with A-Jian, we rented several poorly performing small shops on the first floor of the restaurant, then connected and renovated them into a 600-square-meter community supermarket, specializing in business for these large communities. At first, my wife and Lin Ying weren't optimistic, but in less than three months after opening, business boomed, and the profits were considerable, making them admire our foresight.

My uncle isn't actually my uncle, but A-Jian's uncle. Because we're cousins, I started calling him that, just like Ah Jian does.

My uncle and A-Jian both share the surname Yin. A-Jian was born with a very weak constitution. His father (my uncle-in-law), perhaps hoping for his healthy growth, gave him the single name "Jian" (a vulgar name! I really don't know if my uncle-in-law was uneducated or had foresight? Haha). A-Jian's father passed away when he was three. A-Jian's mother (my aunt) only had one older sister, my mother, but our family was very poor at that time, often going hungry, and we were truly struggling and helpless. Fortunately, their kind uncle helped and cared for them, and the frail A-Jian grew up healthy and strong without worrying about food or clothing.

After he started school and learned to read, A-Jian realized how unpleasant his name was. Yin Zijian—the "Zi" was added by his uncle! Therefore, the person A-Jian is most grateful to and respects most in his life is his uncle.

His uncle is a warm-hearted man, always helping this person and that person, and he's also very talkative and popular. However, he has one fatal flaw: he's a womanizer. Relying on his family's secret massage techniques, he cured many people of chronic ailments related to bones, muscles, and nerves. However, as far as I know, he also took advantage of many women, leading to numerous scandals.

My uncle was originally a policeman at the local police station, rising from a beat cop to deputy director before retiring two years ago. In the city's public security system, he was generally considered a good policeman, but his inability to control his lustful desires hindered his career. However, he seemed uninterested in being an official, remaining cheerful and lecherous until retirement. Because his surname was Yin and he was known for his womanizing, his colleagues nicknamed him "Brother Lecher" when he was young, which gradually became "Uncle Lecher" and "Grandpa Lecher." I wonder if he'll eventually be called "Grandpa Lecher," haha.

However, whether out of gratitude or sympathy for his uncle's lecherous nature, A-Jian not only didn't reject this flaw but actually praised it. Besides, my aunt had been bedridden for twenty years and passed away three years ago, so my uncle, who had been a widower for over twenty years, certainly had such needs! So, like me, my fondness for my uncle didn't diminish because of his womanizing ways.

Back when the supermarket was being prepared and renovated last year, A-Jian discussed with me the idea of letting my uncle manage it, offering him 10% of his 50% stake and a monthly manager's salary of 3,000 yuan. I, of course, had no objections.

Actually, my uncle's family is quite well-off; his children are all abroad and send money back every year, and his retirement pension is quite high, so he's not short of money. But he still readily agreed, especially happy about the manager's position.

Considering my uncle's reputation, I think besides the fact that retired old people are unwilling to accept old age and can't stay idle, perhaps there were other ulterior motives?

To be honest, my uncle was incredibly hardworking. Before the opening, he was responsible for almost everything, from renovations and setup to advertising and recruitment, making A-Jian and me feel embarrassed. Especially in the recruitment process, my uncle was extremely dedicated, saying, "This is a major event for the company; we can't be careless." Too old? No. Too young? No. Locals? No. People from too far out? No. Too low an education? No. Too high an education? No. A constant stream of applicants left us dizzy. We gave up and let them do what they wanted.

Finally, the day before the opening, we had all the staff. My uncle asked us to come and "inspect" them. And look, they really did look the part! One man and three women—salesperson, cashier, accountant, and security guard—everything we needed! I looked at the employee information with interest and was quite impressed with my uncle's eye for talent: Old Chen, the warehouse manager and security guard, was 42 years old. He was from Changchun in Northeast China and had come to the city to make a living over ten years ago. He had worked odd jobs and set up a stall, but later married a woman from a suburban county and settled here. He had seven years of experience as a security guard at banks and telecommunications companies. His wife worked as a waitress at a nearby hotel. They were both honest people, earning their money through hard work.

Marketing Manager (Uncle is quite good at coming up with modern names; it's basically just arranging merchandise and setting prices) and Accountant Sister Zhao, 42 years old, originally from Mizhi, Shaanxi, was formerly an accountant at the city's No. 6 Department Store. After being laid off due to company restructuring, she worked part-time as an accountant for over a dozen private companies.

Salesperson Xiaotong, 22 years old, from Changsha, Hunan, high school graduate. She was originally working as a salesperson at Hao You Duo supermarket, but saw our job posting offered a higher salary, so she applied.

Cashier Axiu, 27 years old, from Chengdu, Sichuan, bachelor's degree. After graduating from university, her parents forced her to marry the son of a wealthy family in her town, but she was ambitious and wanted to develop her career in a major coastal city. The couple often argued due to their differing interests.

A few months ago, she caught her husband cheating, and in a fit of anger, divorced him, leaving her 3-year-old daughter, who was awarded to her by her parents, to be temporarily cared for, before venturing into the city alone. She had just settled down and started looking for work when she saw our job posting.

Looking at these new employees lined up listening to their uncle's instructions, I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It wasn't until I got back to my office and looked at pictures of beautiful women online that I realized the problem lay with three female employees!

To be precise, not three female employees, but three beauties! Three beauties worthy of a beauty pageant!

Looks like I've been spending too much time on porn sites, and my aesthetic sense has become dulled, hehe!

First, let's talk about Sister Zhao. Although she's 42 years old and dresses simply, you can tell she was definitely a great beauty in her youth. Wait… her ancestral home is Mizhi? Isn't that the hometown of Diao Chan? Women from Mizhi, men from Suide?

No wonder she has such fair and delicate skin, looking only around 35! Simple clothes, a dignified face, yet paired with a pair of large, alluring almond-shaped eyes—you'd be fine if you didn't look at her, but one look and she'd steal your soul.

Then there's Xiaotong from Hunan. Her rosy, round face radiates liveliness and cuteness, and her voice is as clear and melodious as a wind chime. Petite, probably only 155cm tall, yet her breasts were round and full, somewhere between a D and E cup. Beneath her healthy, slender waist, her small, round buttocks, tightly encased in jeans, were also perfectly round and perky—a true little loli!

The Sichuan girl, Ah Xiu, was even more beautiful. At first glance, she really did resemble my Xiao Rou! Her fair, oval face was practically flawless, with a delicate, straight nose, a small, petite tip, and well-defined, naturally rosy lips that always seemed to gleam with a dewy sheen. Beneath her neat, long, curved eyelashes, her large eyes were bright and clear like a full moon. When she smiled, they became two crescent moons, exuding a pure yet alluring charm, a touch of melancholy… utterly captivating. Beneath her light-colored floral dress, she possessed a slender, delicate figure, like Lin Daiyu, so fragile that one wanted to reach out and support her.

Alluring mature women, delicate young women, youthful lolis—they've got it all! No wonder my uncle's recruitment took so long!

With the increasing occupancy rates of several upscale communities nearby, and thanks to the connections of my uncle, who had previously overseen the area as a policeman, the supermarket's business boomed within three months of opening. Internal management was also excellent, much to the satisfaction of Ah Jian and me, the two owners who were largely hands-off. We were both grateful and impressed with my uncle.

But soon, my premonition came true.

Xiao Tong secretly told me several things: First, "Uncle Yin" and Sister Zhao were acting suspiciously, definitely up to no good; second, "Uncle Yin" had taken advantage of her and Ah Xiu under the guise of massage; third, many customers from nearby communities now came specifically for "Uncle Yin's" massages, mostly women; fourth, "Uncle Yin" had even replaced the sofa specifically for this, and that sofa, when unfolded, resembled a massage bed.

Xiao Xiang, innocent and adorable, was very outgoing. After work, she often came upstairs to my office to chat, saying she only had a sister and no brother, and wanted to adopt me as her godbrother, showing no regard for me as her boss! However, I'm naturally easygoing and popular with women, and besides, I don't have a younger sister. Having such a lovely god-sister to chat with is a blessing. So I really did accept her as my god-sister, which made her so happy she immediately kissed me.

My god-sister probably wouldn't lie. Also, I've personally heard several regulars call my uncle "Yinbo" (the pronunciation of "Yin" and "Yin" is slightly different in our dialect). Now even Xiaotong calls him that, so it seems things are developing faster than I expected.

Therefore, driven by a strong desire to investigate further, or to put it bluntly, voyeuristic lust, I did what I consider the most despicable and most satisfying thing I've ever done.

I learned spying and eavesdropping techniques eight years ago when I was selling surveillance equipment, and I became obsessed with them. As surveillance technology advanced rapidly, my skills improved accordingly; pinhole installations, wireless reception, and back-end recording were all within my grasp. Once, my uncle went back to his hometown in the countryside, and Lao Chen was on sick leave, so I volunteered to work the night shift at the supermarket. I worked behind closed doors for five whole hours, finally completing the job.

Eight pinhole cameras were installed: three in my uncle's manager's office, one in the duty room, one in the passageway connecting the warehouse, duty room, restroom, and manager's office, one in the warehouse, one in the makeshift kitchen next to the manager's office, and a super-wide-angle camera on the ceiling that offered a panoramic view of the store.

During the installation, I lingered near the tempting women's restroom several times, but ultimately, morality prevailed over my lustful thoughts—even spying requires restraint!

The eight cameras, cleverly concealed by chandeliers, clothes hooks, and door handles, were practically flawless! Now, no place where my uncle might harass or molest women can escape my eyes, especially the manager's office, the most likely location. The ceiling, the front wall, the area around the sofa—it's almost everywhere! And these cameras are all wireless, so if the spying isn't working well, I can easily move and adjust them. The receiver and main unit are in my office, which happens to be just above my uncle's manager's office, separated by only one floor. The image and sound signals are excellent!

I also spent over ten thousand yuan on a huge hard drive to ensure that the eight sets of audio and video data can be stored for a maximum of 96 hours while automatically running and updating.

With such a large investment and so much effort, the rewards are naturally substantial.

In the year or so since the pinhole cameras were installed, I've spied on countless acts of "lewdness" committed by my uncle, such as using massage as a pretext to lure a young woman next door, having an affair with a mature woman named Zhao at the supermarket, and threatening to call the police to molest a migrant worker's wife who was shoplifting at the supermarket… It's so despicable, vulgar, and shameless! But at the same time, it's also so exciting and thrilling to me!

These women ranged in age from their thirties to their forties. Based on the video footage, if we use full penetration and thrusting as the criterion (one woman was penetrated briefly and then pulled away, never returning, so she's not counted; some were only penetrated to the point where my uncle rubbed their genitals with his penis, so that's also not counted), there are 8 women. If we use the standard of genital touching (even through pants or skirts) for more than thirty seconds without resistance, the number is 21 or 22. If we broaden the scope to include areas generally not touched during massage, such as the breasts and buttocks, the number expands to 54.

I secretly looked at my uncle's hidden "patient records," which contained 78 women. Subtracting the 16 elderly, sick, or disabled women who were completely uninteresting to my uncle, 62 remained. If I used these 62 women as a model for investigation, focusing on "the degree of chastity of married women receiving massages from the opposite sex under the assumption of absolute secrecy and safety," the conclusion I reached shocked even myself.

After several attempts at seduction by men and internal struggles, 13% of married women ultimately commit adultery!

Meanwhile, 35% of wives secretly yearn for extramarital sex, but are deterred by fear of reality and moral constraints. However, under self-deceptive pretexts (similar to the suggestive massages of lecherous men), they half-heartedly accept the advances of other men, believing they have "held the line of chastity," when in reality, the collapse of that line is inevitable.

Coincidentally, correspondingly, only 13% of women are truly chaste and would never allow other men to touch their husbands' private parts!

Therefore, can we extrapolate this further: 87% of married women (and the wives of those reading this article are also highly likely) have varying degrees of fantasies about extramarital affairs and are willing and able to try limited forms of harassment, as long as it is safe, discreet, and does not disrupt their families?

If this inference holds true, then shouldn't we re-examine our wives?

But then again, what if we change the subject of the above discussion to the percentage of married men? So, I think we should still applaud those 13% of virtuous women!

All this rambling is just to boast about my luck, because my wife, Xiaorou, is also in my uncle's "patient record," and she is indeed that virtuous 13%! Although my uncle, out of kinship, only made two light attempts.

As for the video footage of my uncle seducing respectable women, I save every single slightly suggestive scene.

So far, the saved footage is over 200GB; if I sold it to the Japanese, it might even be made into an AV series, "High-class Community Amateur Wife's Lewd Uncle's Massage!" Hehe.

To give everyone a deeper understanding of lewd uncles, well, I'll trouble myself to organize these video materials and first select a few representative scenes to show you.

[Scene 1] (The morning after the hidden camera was installed, in the manager's office, Uncle Tang and Sister Zhao)

"The purchase price and quantity of these goods are like this, and... oh, let me finish... Manager... you old lecher... um..."

Sister Zhao, who was reporting her work, was pulled into Uncle Tang's arms. She tried to dodge left and right, but Uncle Tang still kissed her lips.

"Wow... Ah Xiang (Sister Zhao's name), you really smell good! Don't worry about work for now, or... come to the sofa, I'll give you a massage..."

While kissing her, Uncle Tang had already lifted Sister Zhao's uniform skirt and touched her round buttocks covered by flesh-colored stockings.

"I have something to do outside... I'll come back later... so you can massage me... hey you..."

Sister Zhao suddenly stopped talking. It turned out that one of Uncle Tang's hands had already slipped down from the waistband of her stockings and underwear, probably touching her sensitive spot along the cleft of her buttocks.

As Uncle groped her, he pulled Sister Zhao towards the sofa. Once there, he deftly pushed the armrests and backrest, instantly transforming the sofa into a comfortable bed.

Sister Zhao, though muttering, "I've never seen anyone like you... a lewd old hag..."

was already obediently lying on the sofa, waiting for her "massage." Her

purple supermarket uniform skirt was lifted to her waist, revealing her round, plump buttocks, shapely, fleshy legs, beautifully shaped ankles, and toes, all so sexy and alluring under the stockings!

Even I couldn't resist, let alone Uncle, who was so close. The lecherous old man stretched out his hands and pulled the stockings and underwear down to the woman's legs, then hurriedly buried his face in her white, gleaming buttocks, shaking his head and making "huffing" sounds as he burrowed and shoved. Instantly, the woman was transformed into a slut.

After about five minutes of thrusting, Sister Zhao on the sofa had already transformed into a writhing mermaid—a mermaid in uniform, her white buttocks exposed, in heat!

Looking at Uncle, he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled down his zipper, pulled out his monstrous penis, and hurriedly pounced on the woman's back. His lower body twisted a few times, finally aligning itself, and then he thrust. Sister Zhao muttered under her breath, "Old pervert, old lecher," but her buttocks arched high in response. The moment Uncle thrust, her head also tilted back, clearly indicating she had been thoroughly penetrated.

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