【Lust and Depravity】(01)

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

(I)
Nestled amidst verdant mountains, a hundred or so ancient houses, covered in grass,
lie scattered about
. A stream, mulberry groves, rice paddies, vegetable gardens, fences, drying grounds, chickens, ducks, dogs, cattle… and a few villagers—all these
elements combine to create the tranquil landscape of this village far removed from the city. The village is not wealthy; most of the houses are dilapidated and old. The few
villagers are mostly children and the elderly. However, there are exceptions. In one of the more recently renovated houses,
there lives a stylishly dressed, remarkably young woman.
She sits in front of the only high-end appliance in the house—a computer—speaking and occasionally
tapping rapidly on the keyboard. During this time, she appears very happy and cheerful,
frequently letting out melodious, silvery laughter. When she smiles and laughs, she
exudes an indescribable, alluring, and sensual charm, adding to her already beautiful appearance.
This is Fang Qian, 25 years old. The person I'm video chatting with is a man, one of
my few remaining lovers. Our conversation has ended; he'll pick me up in half an hour,
take me to his city, and promise to marry me soon.
He seems very sincere, and there's no need for me to lie to myself, so I'm
convinced and waiting for him to arrive. Feeling a bit bored, I close the computer and reflect on my
experiences with this man and over the past ten years.
"I was born in another small village not far from here, a village even worse off than this one. Since
my grandmother passed away, I only have bad memories of my birthplace. My mother
ran off with a well-off man in the city when I was very young, dissatisfied with my father's honesty and lack of
ability to earn money. She thought our family was too poor, so she resolutely abandoned her husband and children, never
to return.
And my father?" Just as my mother said, he was a good-for-nothing. Her departure didn't ignite
his fighting spirit; instead, it completely destroyed him. He began to escape reality through alcoholism, wallowing
in a life of debauchery. Not only did his health quickly deteriorate, but his father also squandered all the family's meager savings
. Fortunately, his alcoholism didn't last long. One night, drunk, he accidentally fell into the river and died. Otherwise,
with his reckless spending, my grandmother and I, being so young, would have had to
pay off countless debts to the neighbors!
After my father left, my widowed grandmother supported the broken family and raised me. Life was
very hard, but my grandmother still managed to send me to primary school. It wasn't that my grandmother continued to support my education, but rather that I saw the state of our home
…sigh! My elderly grandmother already bore a heavy burden for the family; how could I… So,
at the age of fourteen, after obtaining my grandmother's tearful consent,
I went to the city with several other villagers who were also going out to work, hoping to earn some money to ease my grandmother's burden.
It was in one of the most prosperous cities in the province. A girl from my village took me to
work in a small restaurant in a remote industrial area far from the city center. We worked as
dishwashers and waitresses, earning meager wages and holding low social status.
The job was hard; not only did it pay little, but we also often had to endure the disdain and harassment of customers. The girl who
came with me only lasted six months before giving up and leaving to work elsewhere, while I, young as I was, continued
doing this job for two whole years.
In those two years, I transformed from a naive little girl into a pretty young woman—at least that's what many of the restaurant's regular customers called
me. Being fairly attractive, I certainly had an advantage. Many people
tempted me with promises of more promising jobs, making me restless and wanting to leave the restaurant for a
higher-paying job.
I quickly left the small shop where I had worked for over two years. Through the introductions of these unscrupulous people, I
changed jobs four or five times, but none of them lasted long. In this bustling metropolis, I,
a young woman with no education, no connections, no skills, and only relying on my looks, quickly saw through the true
nature of those who introduced me to jobs. They simply wanted to use my work to get their bodies. I didn't
give them what they wanted, so I had to frequently change jobs.
Prostitute! After working for several years, my meager savings were almost gone. Just
when I was at my wit's end, I abandoned my pride and dignity, hooking up with a brothel owner I knew, and taking this shameless
, despised job with her.
I was a virgin when I first sold my body. Under the madam's guidance, I sold my virginity for ten thousand yuan,
keeping six thousand for myself. After that, relying on my decent looks, I earned no less than ten thousand yuan a month doing this lowly job of selling my body . And let me tell you, this line of work earned me 　　much faster
than any legitimate job. 　　With money coming in quickly, I started spending it lavishly, eating well, using the best things, and living in the best places, except for 　　sending a monthly allowance to my grandmother. At first, I didn't save much money; it all went to spending. 　　Perhaps I had the mentality of a nouveau riche, or perhaps it was the repression from being despised and humiliated as a prostitute, 　　but for various reasons, I quickly developed a habit of spending money extravagantly, transforming myself into a complete and 　　utter gold-digging materialistic woman! 　　Don't talk to me about feelings! Working in this line of work is like being an unconventional actress. With clients who enjoy romance 　　, I can recount different backstories, experiences, and backgrounds without repeating myself, portraying myself as a helpless 　　prostitute to gain their sympathy and pity. But with those powerful clients who only want to unleash their lust 　　, I transform into a submissive, obsequious, and wanton slut, hoping to increase their pleasure and make them 　　finish quickly. Prostitutes are heartless! 　　After three years, abortions, STDs, and encounters with thousands of men of all kinds, I finally found 　　my way, escaping the lowest-class brothels and moving to a more upscale entertainment venue...

I started working as a hostess in upscale establishments. Selling my body in these places increased my income and improved my social status
. At least I had the right to choose my clients, instead of just taking anyone.
During my two years as a hostess, I gradually curbed my extravagant spending habits. Finally, I
bought my own apartment in the city and left the hostess industry to become a wealthy
man's mistress, earning a stable and substantial income each year.
The man who kept me was powerful and influential, and I only needed to spend time with him a few times a month.
Of course, I wasn't idle during those times; I spent time with other lovers I still kept in touch with. They
were just like my husband—men with some assets who liked to seek pleasure outside the home. When I offered my body
and service to them, making them comfortable, they naturally wouldn't be stingy with money to satisfy my
material needs.
Two more years passed. My elderly grandmother, unaware of what I had been doing all these years, contacted me by phone and
became anxious upon learning I was still single. Not long after, she
told me on the phone that she had found me a good match back in our hometown and wanted me to go back for a blind date.
Initially, I was reluctant, but when I heard my grandmother say that her health was deteriorating and she wanted to fulfill her last wish before she died—
to see her granddaughter, whom she had raised, married and have a family—my heart softened, and
I immediately agreed.
The man who had been supporting me was also quite generous. When I told him I was going back to my hometown for a blind date and marriage and wanted to leave him
, he didn't try to stop me. He even gave me a large red envelope and agreed to my request. After dealing with some trivial matters in the city
, I returned to my birth village and
met the man my grandmother had been so satisfied with—three years older than me, honest and simple, and far from the wealthy and handsome type. After only a few meetings, I quickly married him and moved into his house
.
Grandma's health was deteriorating, and to fulfill her wish, I became
husband and wife with this man I had no feelings for. I naturally had a perfunctory attitude towards married life, and sometimes, while making love with him,
I would maliciously fantasize: what if my husband, lying on top of me, knew that the wife he had married was a prostitute
, that his body and vagina had been played with and penetrated by thousands of men before him? Would his
penis, currently thrusting in and out of my vagina, still be able to stand up?
This man, who worked honestly and dutifully as a foreman, was someone I
had never respected from the very beginning. He was like my deceased father—a man with little ambition. The thing
I was most satisfied with in marrying him was his job; he was away from home for most of the year, working on construction sites in other cities
. Every time he was about to leave, I would always find various excuses to stay home. What a joke
! Me, a pampered, wealthy woman with a car and a house in the city, would I really go with him to
live in that filthy construction site teeming with men? Humph!
His departure gave me an opportunity. I, who stayed home, could openly find excuses to leave this impoverished
nest and return to the city to meet my wealthy and powerful lovers with whom I haven't broken off our relationships. Openly
cuckolding my honest husband, who's currently working out of town, would be surprisingly exciting—
it's like the thrill of adultery!
I subtly told my regular lovers about my husband, and most of them
started to distance themselves after learning I was married. Now I only have three lovers left, including
the one I just video-chatted with.
The man coming to pick me up is definitely the best of my three remaining lovers in terms of family background, personal ability, and looks
. I don't understand why, in the two years since he learned I've been married
, he seems to have suddenly developed such a strong interest in me. You see, although we were lovers,
he was rather cold towards me. Occasionally, he would ask me out to a hotel, but after we were done, he would never talk about
love, just leave some money and send me away like a prostitute.
I had doubts about his motives, wondering if he had other intentions. But
after getting to know him better over the past two years, aside from some unusual and strange sexual fetishes during intercourse,
all I knew about this man was that he was a college graduate, from a wealthy family, a third-generation rich kid, an independent entrepreneur, and owned his own company. I really couldn't see
what this outstanding man could possibly want from me besides my body.
Six months ago, after my grandmother passed away, he divorced his wife and said he wanted to marry me. I was stunned for a long time after hearing this.
Was this man stupid? If he investigated, he could definitely find out about my past experiences: prostitute, hostess
, kept woman, and now I've been married before. He couldn't possibly be completely unaware of these things, could he?
But when he divorced his wife and said he wanted to marry me, he was clearly not joking; he seemed very serious. Then I subtly
mentioned some of my past, but he immediately stopped me as soon as I began, saying
he knew about my past and didn't mind!
After we got married, the money-making business was left to him, my husband. He would deposit a large sum of money into my account every month
so I wouldn't have to worry about money and could focus on being a full-time housewife. Most importantly, I would
get along well with his family. Just now on the video call, he told me about all the things I would need to do after marrying him,
and even set the wedding date for three months from now. In front of him, he was the dominant one,
and I was the submissive one. Moreover, everything he said was reasonable and 　　satisfactory, 　　so of course I wouldn't object to or resist what he had arranged!
＊ ... I picked up 　　a suitcase of personal belongings that I had already packed, and without looking back, 　　strode out of the humble dwelling where I had lived for two years, towards the BMW parked outside. 　　"Xiaoqian, give me the luggage, you get in first!" The man leaning against the hood of the car recognized me as he approached 　　, quickly walked towards me, took the suitcase from me, and we walked slowly to the car. He opened the passenger door, letting me in.

After getting in and closing the door, I put the luggage on the back seat of the car, walked around the car halfway, returned to the driver's
seat, started the car, and drove out of the village.
"Your ex-husband didn't make a fuss at all, and let you stay at his house for so long after the divorce?"
After driving away from the village, the man in the car asked curiously.
Sitting in the passenger seat, I said, "We really didn't make a fuss or argue. We divorced very peacefully. I guess he
had already suspected that I was seeing someone else, so... he let me stay for a while longer. When he finished his work at the construction site
a few days ago, we went to get the divorce done, and then he rushed back to the construction site. I
don't think he even told his family about the divorce!"
"Oh," the man responded. I saw his expression suddenly become somewhat conflicted. After a long while,
he spoke again, "Xiaoqian, since you've agreed to marry me, let me tell you about my family now
!"
"Okay, go ahead," I replied.
"Aren't you wondering why I, with my circumstances, would want to marry you?"
"Yes! I was wondering at first too."
"It's mainly related to my family. My family... um... is very sexually open, not like most women..."
"So you mean you're marrying me because you think I can accept your family's... sexuality?"
"Yes, I've considered that." "
Then what exactly does 'your family'... 'sexually open' mean?" My curiosity was piqued,
and I couldn't help but press the man.
"I... can't tell you in detail right now, I'll just give you a vague hint, so you don't end up
..." Hearing this, I became even more curious, but he immediately changed the subject, talking about
other things.
'What exactly does he mean by "his family's... sexually open"? This jerk
, so annoying! He piques my curiosity and then stops talking!'
Two months later, after we had already registered our marriage and were legally husband and wife, and as
our wedding day approached, the man who had been living in my house suddenly asked me to
go with him to his brother's wedding that evening. He
had been staying with me frequently during this period, but I had never heard him mention his brother's wedding.
Although I was a little annoyed that he had kept this from me, given his extremely tender and doting treatment of me during this time
, I couldn't be angry with him and could only suppress my dissatisfaction and nod to the man.
His brother was a fat man with glasses, and his expression seemed somewhat sleazy to me. I really couldn't understand,
was this my husband's older brother? In the short time I saw his brother, my husband's handsome appearance and his brother's sleazy fat
appearance kept colliding in my mind.
The bride was alright looking, a little less attractive than me, but she had a pure feeling that made her very pleasant to look at. Looking at
the bride's protruding belly, I asked my husband beside me, "Is your brother getting married because he's pregnant?"
"Yes...yes!" my husband answered hesitantly, his expression showing a hint of embarrassment
. I couldn't help but think to myself, "My husband, these days there are plenty of couples who get pregnant first and then get married,
what's there to be embarrassed about?"
At the wedding banquet, I met his family for the first time. I behaved quite well, and after observing their expressions
and their attitude towards me, I could sense that his family was quite satisfied with me, which relieved me
. At first, I was worried that this wealthy family would give me a hard time! It seems I was overthinking it.
The wedding banquet lasted for over three hours before it finally ended. Now that I had registered my marriage with my husband, I was considered part of his
family. So I stayed with them until all the guests had left. Just as I was thinking I could finally go home
, his mother suddenly glanced at me a few times and asked my husband, "You've registered your marriage?"
"Yes."
"That's your wife now, so move in with us!"
"Okay, I'll go tomorrow..."
"Hmm... tonight... let's go back to the villa first... see if she can..." As she said this, my husband's beautiful
mother only got halfway through her sentence before giving my husband a wink. After seeing his mother's wink, my husband seemed to
immediately understand and nodded in agreement.
The villa we were going to was in the north of the city, quite far from the city center. My husband drove me there. About
half an hour later, a very large villa came into view. My husband drove the car into the garage, and
after we got out, he put his arm around my waist and we slowly walked towards the villa's gate.
The villa had only five floors. After entering, I put my arm around my husband and didn't
linger on the lower floors. We went straight up the stairs to the top floor and entered through the only door on that floor. During this time, I kept
looking around the villa: "This is what rich people live in... wait... why is everyone alone..."
As I looked around, I first marveled at how wealthy this family was, but then I suddenly realized that as my husband and I walked up
, no one appeared on any of the floors. I thought, "Where did everyone go?" It wasn't
until we entered the door on the top floor that I found my husband's family, whom I had just met. Besides these
family members, there were also some unfamiliar men and women. In this room, which resembled a hall, besides the
elders my husband had introduced, his mother, and his aunt sitting in the center, everyone else stood in two rows on
either side of the hall. My husband's younger brother and sister were among them, and they had formed their own small groups, quietly conversing with the unfamiliar
men and women.
"Honey, what's your whole family doing?" I asked.
"Holding a wedding."
"Whose?"
"My brother's."
"Your brother? Which one?"
"The one from earlier."
"Didn't he already have a wedding? Why are you having another one?" I was a little
confused after hearing my husband's answer.
"The wedding we had earlier was for outsiders; this is the real wedding."
"Ah!"
"Honey, you need to be prepared; the wedding will exceed your expectations."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll find out soon enough." My husband gave a sly smile, and no matter how much I asked, he wouldn't answer, only
repeating, "Don't worry, you'll see for yourself soon."
Just as I was inwardly cursing him, feeling that he was always deliberately hiding things from me about his family,
five men and one woman slowly walked in from the doorway we had just entered. I noticed the strange expressions on my husband's and everyone else's faces, and
when I turned to look at the men and women entering, I was immediately shocked and speechless:
'What my husband said...open...a family...marrying me...'

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/201181.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=201181&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : 【The Lover】(Life is a wondrous journey) Author: Unknown

Next Page : [The Wish Notebook] (01-04) Author: Final Fantasy