Betrayal 1-9

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Author: Snow Dance in Full Bloom
(Foreword)
The word "betrayal" is generally understood to mean "violation of rules and rebellion," or betrayal or
desertion behind someone's back. For a country, a betrayer is simply called a traitor.
But the "betrayal" I'm talking about today is between people. Why do traitors betray?
What mentality leads to such despicable behavior? What are the feelings and emotions of the betrayed?
Is it a primal human flaw, or
a choice ? What kind of struggle precedes the act of betrayal? Or is it simply a matter of course?

(Chapter 1)
I've been married for seven years, right in the so-called seven-year itch. But in modern society, young couples often experience the itch
after three years. A bestselling author, Yi Shu, once said, "Making love is like brushing your teeth." She
's very apt. Why? Because after a long marriage, intimacy is no longer about physical
pleasure; passion and impulse are lost. It's often just a matter of physical needs, and the act is rushed.
However, on the other hand, can you go without brushing your teeth? So maintaining fresh breath is an art,
and quite important.
When a marriage reaches this stage, it often sends warning signals. Without good communication between husband and wife, if the other spouse
can't resist the temptations of the environment and people, infidelity will soon follow. Whether it's physical or emotional infidelity varies
from person to person . Some people can't tolerate casual affairs, while others consider emotional infidelity
more serious than physical infidelity. I often wonder, especially when I see elderly couples walking on the street, how did they reach this age and still need each other
so ?
I once saw a slogan posted on a wall: "A wife is a young man's prostitute, a middle-aged man's mistress, and
an old man's nurse." It almost made me angry. Thinking about it… are women really that pathetic? Starting in the prime of
their youth they become a man's private prostitute; in their prime, they become someone else's mistress;
and when they grow old, they still have to take care of the person who used them their whole life! Having been a cook my whole life, and also
a nanny .
Let me tell you about myself. My marriage to my husband was an accident! Why an accident? In
college , he was a famous guitarist in his club, popular with many girls across the school, including me.
Back then, I could only express my affection by writing little cards or buying small gifts. We
went on three dates in total, and I was the one who initiated them all! After those three dates, I realized that his
target wasn't me, but my best friend.
I knew I had no chance, so I slipped away! So I hid in the countryside during the summer vacation, cutting off
all contact with them. Summer vacation was almost over when one day, my brother and I went to get shaved ice.
On our way back, a strange middle-aged man kept following us. Even in broad daylight, I wasn't afraid, so I
asked him what he wanted.
He asked earnestly, "Excuse me, are you Yang Shuhui?"
"Yes! But I don't know you!"
"I'm Wenjing's father. I'd like to ask you to come to Taipei with me. Wenjing is in serious trouble with his car and keeps
saying he wants to see you."
I was shocked, but I calmly refused Wenjing's father. I frankly told him about
the relationship between Wenjing and my best friend; in this love triangle, I was already out of the running.
"Shuhui, I beg you! Wenjing isn't out of danger yet. He keeps muttering to himself, calling
your name! And… my wife and I know about your relationship with Wenjing."
Ah? They know that too? It seems Wenjing has definitely told his father about my first time
.
"Uncle, this is a matter for us young people. Besides, there's no law that says you have to
marry ! I did it voluntarily, Wenjing didn't force me, so... I really can't go to Taipei with you, I'm so
sorry!"
I firmly refused my future father-in-law, and the scene of giving away my precious
virginity .
That was our second date, wasn't it? We went to see a movie together, and afterwards, we wandered aimlessly around
Ximending . He took my hand very willingly, and I was happy to let him. We ate food from street stalls, one
after another, eating randomly. Suddenly, he had a stomachache, his face turned pale from the pain, and he didn't need to go to the toilet, just felt pain!
I suggested going to the hospital, but he said he would be fine after resting. In a state of utter helplessness, I
dragged him to a small hotel in the bustling Ximending area so he could rest properly! The hotel's "innkeeper"
asked ambiguously whether we wanted to stay overnight or rest, and I confidently said I wanted to "rest."
Wenjing lay on the bed and rested for about half an hour. He seemed much better, and I saw that his complexion was gradually becoming
rosy . I suggested leaving the hotel, but he wanted to lie down a little longer because it wasn't time yet. He pulled me
to lie down with him on the bed, but I refused! He said,
"Lie down. You've been walking all afternoon. Rest for a bit, close your eyes and relax."
I obediently lay down next to him, but that's when things went wrong! He took my first kiss, my
first time . I couldn't resist, so I had no choice but to submit. Completely inexperienced, I let him do as he pleased. He told me to take off my clothes, and I did; he
told me to spread my legs, and I did. When he took out his "thing," I was so shocked I almost screamed.
How can I describe his penis? Everyone has eaten glutinous rice sausage, right? Even if you haven't eaten it, you've at least seen it! His
"little brother" looked like this: crooked, thick, and like a burnt glutinous rice sausage.
He had absolutely no sense of tenderness or gentleness towards women; this was my observation over the past seven years. Because, on our first time, he actually
made me eat his crooked glutinous rice sausage! I refused, but he forced my head down to touch his genitals. I gave in
! What could I do? I liked him! After that incident, for the next seven years of our marriage, he always offered me glutinous rice sausages, wanting me to get
an erection.
My virginity was lost to his rudeness and selfishness! I vividly remember that because our rest
time was over and he still hadn't taken my virginity, we switched to staying overnight. That entire night,
starting from my first time, he had sex five more times.
After losing my virginity, I went to the simple bathroom to wash. There were traces of blood in my vagina, like a broken lotus root, hanging there...
After that, he did it five more times. Besides wanting to eat glutinous rice sausages again, he would also give
me oral sex because my vagina wasn't lubricated enough. Honestly, what woman tries all sorts of positions and variations after her first time?
The next morning, exhausted, we checked out of the hotel. Having barely slept a wink all night
, we had no appetite for breakfast. He hailed a taxi for me and left on his own. The farewell
kiss I was hoping for didn't happen.
On our third date, I brought my best friend "Linlin" along, just in case he took me to
a hotel . Linlin, after hearing my account of Wenjing's six times in one night, also wanted to meet this "lion." What I
never expected was that after that, they secretly met behind my back, and Linlin could confide in me as if
nothing was wrong . When I realized something was wrong, I received a breakup letter from Wenjing.
I was truly devastated at the time. I confided in Linlin, pouring out all my unhappiness and frustration.
Linlin, however, delivered a scathing revelation, saying,
"You're the one who's foolish! How could a man not lust after a woman lying next to him? That's not called being attracted! It's like taking advantage
of someone who's already been with you! Think about it, if he truly loved you, would he keep demanding more and more after your first time, before he'd even had
time ? Let me tell you, when a man is hungry,
every woman with a hole is a beauty, a fucking stunner. After he's finished, he won't even remember any of the sweet words he said when he asked
her to take her pants off!"
I don't know if Linlin was telling the truth or just venting her anger, but she'd already had boyfriends and must have
been quite experienced. I felt that the "men" she spoke of weren't human, but beasts. Because I couldn't
imagine how someone could do sex without any emotional foundation.
As for how I discovered Wenjing and Linlin's relationship? It was quite a coincidence! My relationship with Linlin was solely
due to our shared southern roots. Wenjing and I broke up at the end of March, and I bumped into them at the train station.
It was spring break, probably early April! I had bought a southbound train ticket, the same one Linlin was on! I
witnessed them on the platform, reluctant to part, kissing and embracing. Without a word, I picked up my luggage and walked up to them.
In an instant, their faces went from flushed to pale, then...embarrassment! I didn't react much
, just stared intently at them. My gaze must have resembled that of a lioness about to explode, because
I wasn't angry about being dumped by Wenjing, but about being toyed with! Their betrayal!
(Chapter Two) Author: Snow Dance in the Clouds
After rejecting Wenjing's father, I thought everything was fine. Unexpectedly, his father started
standing guard downstairs at my house! Every time I went out, he would watch me or follow me. I had no choice but to compromise with his father
and go to Taipei with him to visit Wenjing.
When we arrived at the hospital, Wenjing's mother looked me up and down carefully, then smiled
and said, "Wenjing has excellent taste!"
I gave her a fake, innocent smile and nodded, then followed the medical staff to the intensive care
unit . When I saw Wenjing, I almost didn't recognize him! His limbs, except for his face, were almost entirely wrapped in
bandages. His left leg was in a cast, and his right leg… his father said it was screwed in and fitted with
a metal plate .
Good heavens! That meant he was disabled! I was so shocked that I started crying without realizing it. His parents, mistaking my
distress for Wenjing's legs, came closer and cried with me. I was utterly bewildered!
Unable to voice my concerns in that atmosphere, I quickly tried to stop myself from crying.
On the day I visited Wenjing, he had been awake for about half an hour. As
soon as he saw me, he excitedly shook his left leg, which was dangling in the air. The resentment and hostility in my eyes were gone. He took my hand, looked at his
parents, and said,
"I...want...to marry her. When I'm discharged, I...want to...marry her."
Before I could pull my hand away from his tight grip, his parents took my other hand, looking at Wenjing with kind eyes
and nodding repeatedly. I had no chance to object. At the time, I thought I shouldn't spoil the atmosphere; that
after , none of this would concern me anymore. But I was wrong! My silence was taken as tacit agreement.
While I was forced to stay at the hospital with Wenjing, his parents had already gone to my house to propose marriage.
When I was taken back to Tainan from Taipei, my father scolded and berated me the entire way, using every
nasty word imaginable against me, and he still wasn't satisfied! When I got home, my mother pulled me into my room,
closed the door, and questioned me in detail. I told her in detail about my experience with Wenjing "six times". My mother
listened and cried, constantly taking out tissues to blow her nose.
At dinner, my father questioned me about my intention to marry Wenjing. Frankly, I
had no idea things would get so complicated that it involved my marriage to Wenjing. I hadn't thought it through at all, so
I just shrugged. Unexpectedly, my father slammed his chopsticks on the table and said,
"What kind of attitude is this? Asking you is out of respect! Otherwise, after you've been defiled by that cripple, who else would you want
to marry ? Have you thought this through? They've offered very generous terms, and you're his woman now… Don't feel
wronged; after all, he's someone you willingly chose! His father said that after recovery, he won't be in a wheelchair, just
a limp, but it won't have a big impact."
I felt like I had entered into a verbal engagement with Wenjing without any choice or say. I
truly couldn't understand my own heart at that moment. What was I thinking? What was I planning? Was it traditional thinking influencing
my choice of marriage, or… a kind of vanity of something lost and then regained? We were married for seven years, and only later did I
realize that it wasn't really anything! It was a subconscious... reckless thought of mine. I gambled my
life on him. What was I gambling on? Haha! I can't really explain it, but there was
a kind of joy and pleasure in shifting from a passive to an active position!
I graduated a year earlier than Wenjing. He had to take a year off from school due to a car accident. When he returned to school after being discharged from the hospital,
he was no longer the "cool guy" who was popular with girls. Because of this, he was never able to find peace of mind.
After I graduated, I found a job smoothly in Taipei and moved into his house legitimately, of course sharing the same...
Room! Whenever he vented his frustrations at school on me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of
disgust . But I still dealt with him, even though it meant riding his penis. I managed
to control myself and achieve satisfaction when necessary. As for him… I just let him ejaculate; that
was enough.
During the year I lived with Wenjing, his family treated me like family, which was the only
thing that made me feel warm. Besides his parents, he had an older brother and a younger brother, essentially my
uncle and aunt. When I moved in, these two brothers were unusually welcoming. I initially thought it was
because they didn't have any sisters, so my arrival was simply a novelty for them.
My wedding with Wenjing was held after he graduated. I didn't send invitations to any of my classmates, and Wenjing didn't
mention it to his old friends either, so our wedding banquet was quite simple, only inviting relatives and neighbors from both sides.
In an atmosphere devoid of tension or excitement, I signed this contract of servitude. I didn't know Wenjing's emotions as he signed; I
secretly glanced at him, and he seemed somewhat moved, his eyes moist.
After the wedding, I continued working, while Wenjing worked as a guitarist at a private club. His work hours
were the opposite of mine, so whenever I got off work, it was his turn to start. We met in bed, and usually, by the time he
got into bed, I was almost ready to get up. Our sex life was terrible, and I
always advances.
When I decided to marry him, I secretly resolved never to have children. Wenjing didn't know I was secretly taking
birth control pills. Despite his best efforts, I just couldn't conceive. Several times, my mother-in-law urged me to get checked out,
wanting to find out who the problem was, but I refused! We'll only try harder if we appease her!
Time flies. Wenjing and I have been married for a year now. Life is routine and
colorless , while Wenjing has surprisingly become quite famous in the music scene. He not only composes music but also writes his own songs,
which I never expected. Because he has regained his confidence and hope in life, his face radiates an unusual
glow.
To me, Wenjing is no longer the person I once fell deeply in love with. After living
with for two years, I feel extremely weary and helpless! I have no expectations, no hope, and my whole
life has suddenly become gray and blurry. I can't find my center, I can't find my support. The main reason is that Wenjing
can no longer meet my needs. Before, although I would half-heartedly comply with his requests, at
least could feel a sense of comfort and relief. But now, with him so busy, he simply doesn't have the extra
time or energy to take care of my feelings.
One night, I was unbearably lonely. Wenjing wouldn't come home until dawn. I lay in bed and
unconsciously began to caress my breasts and genitals. I suddenly craved that sticky rice sausage. I couldn't find
anything to replace it, so I used my fingers. I lewdly raised my buttocks high and forcefully thrust my fingers into my vagina from
behind . I fantasized that Wenjing was with me while I breathed heavily. I
took off all my clothes and masturbated naked on the bed. Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open!
I quickly grabbed the quilt and wrapped myself up in embarrassment. It was my uncle who came in. Seeing my
actions , his lower body was already aroused. I pretended to be calm and asked, "Is there something you need? Why didn't you knock before coming in?"
He stared awkwardly and lewdly at my legs that I hadn't managed to cover.
Seeing his face flushed and speechless, I asked again: "Big brother, what's wrong?"
He simply turned around, gently locked the door, and then pounced on the bed! Before I could react to his
actions , he had already pulled back my blanket and was frantically sucking on my nipples. At that moment...
the image of Wenjing and Linlin on the platform flashed through my mind. I struggled... Should I shout? Should I shout to alert my parents and make them see their
son 's bestial behavior? In my extreme need, desire overcame reason!
I undressed my uncle one by one and actively masturbated his penis. His penis
was different from Wenjing's. With its engorged shaft, it melted my conscience. I pushed him down,
straddled his body, and rode on it! I swayed back and forth, watching his penis enter and exit my
vagina , feeling so good I almost cried out. Suddenly, he sat up and silenced my impending moan with his mouth
. We kissed, our lower bodies twisting wildly.
Just as I was about to climax, he couldn't hold back either, letting out a hoarse pant from his nose. I knew
we were both close to climaxing. I gripped his shoulders tightly, struggling and swaying, while he grabbed
my hips, rapidly manipulating my vagina with his penis. In our mutual thrusting, we both reached climax at the same time. He
held me tightly, keeping his penis inside my vagina, while I pushed him away and lay down on my own.
Because of our earlier intercourse, I deliberately pulled up the quilt and buried myself in it, because I didn't know
how to face this "uncle." He showed no intention of leaving; he simply pulled back the quilt and we lay down
on the bed together. Neither of us spoke, and we just lay there quietly until I urged him to leave. Only then did he
reluctantly get up, put on his clothes, and kiss my cheek. I told him to lock the door
and asked him not to bother me again. He gave me an apologetic look and left the room.

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