Love Left at the East Gate—My Story with a Young Lady

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Living with Ah Jiao for a long time, I found myself becoming much more open-minded and magnanimous. Things I couldn't forgive or tolerate before, I can now forgive and tolerate, and sometimes I even actively participate in them, enjoying it immensely. I didn't change Ah Jiao, but she changed me. I suddenly realized that I was no longer the person I used to be. By day, I sat in my office, dressed in a suit and tie, organizing my subordinates to compile and edit articles, an enviable "white-collar worker"; by night, I seemed to have become a sex fiend, either enduring Ah Jiao's promiscuity with men or engaging in near-perverted sexual games with her. I don't know if this is progress in values or moral decay. I've studied the explanations of modern people by modern Western aestheticians and art critics. Most of them believe that modern people's personalities are in a state of splitting. Or, to put it another way, "split personality" or "multiple personalities" is one of the basic characteristics of modern people. I seem to be in this state: a life of indulgence accompanied by a lonely soul; an elegant exterior concealing an evil heart; a pursuit of independence yet a yearning for others' approval; a cry for freedom yet a sense of helplessness in a chaotic world; enjoying material comforts while neglecting my inner spiritual home… Is this the duality of human nature, the yin and yang, the good and the evil? But no matter how wildly Ah Jiao and I played, my daily work continued. One day, Xiao Liu from the editorial department brought me a manuscript, saying he'd recommend it to me to see if I could use it. I glanced at the title—"Consuming Youth, Overdrawing Life"—and found it somewhat intriguing. I told Xiao Liu, "Okay, keep it here for now, I'll let you know after I've read it." After Xiao Liu left, I buried myself in reading. The gist of the article was: people living in modern cities are no longer just consuming material things, but consuming life itself. This viewpoint was interesting. I continued reading. For example, excessive eating and drinking, excessive nightlife, and excessive sexual intercourse all accelerate the depletion of the body's vital energy. Smoking, even drug use; engaging in one-night stands, partner swapping, or group sex are even more detrimental to one's life. Our biological genes cannot withstand such intensity. It accelerates aging and damages our health. This is the first layer of meaning in the article. The second layer is that since everyone is consuming their youth, there is no question of loyalty or infidelity, honesty or dishonesty. Consumption itself is an equivalent exchange: men consume women; women consume men, and there is no question of anyone taking advantage of anyone or betraying anyone. Therefore, in this era of widespread consumption, civilization has not become more complex, but simpler and clearer: we cannot blame men for becoming bad, nor can we blame women for becoming bad; rather, the universality of consumption makes life itself richer and more colorful. This is the second layer of meaning in the article. The third layer is that emotions, love, responsibility, and obligations should be treated separately from sexual life. If they are not separated, then when faced with an emotional crisis, emotions will inevitably succumb to reality. The fourth layer of meaning in the article is the principle governing interpersonal relationships. Past concepts like "loyalty," "responsibility," "loyalty," and "dedication," all based on dependency, are outdated and obsolete. Modern society only needs one principle for interpersonal relationships: "interests"—not just economic interests, but also the pleasure principle. As long as it brings pleasure, it's acceptable. This article does have some new ideas, but should I publish it? I hesitated. After all, such radical ideas could easily cause trouble if published. I called Xiao Liu to my office. I told him that based on the article itself, I supported publishing it. However, it was definitely a controversial topic, so to be on the safe side, I should ask the deputy editor in charge of manuscripts to review it first. I would fill in "proposed for publication" on the publication opinion form. What do you think? Xiao Liu is a shrewd person. It's best not to take responsibility for such matters. So, I passed it on to the deputy editor. The next day, the deputy editor called me and said that he knew the author. She was an associate professor at a university in Guangzhou. She was a woman and very beautiful. They had attended some seminars together. But her reputation was not good. She might have had sexual relations with some third- or fourth-year male students at the university. Regarding this article, his opinion was to publish it on the magazine's website first. After reading it, netizens would definitely have opinions on the core viewpoints of the article. This would allow for the creation of a PK arena, where opinions from both sides with a certain level of expertise would be published to generate greater debate. By hyping it up like this, the article would be published, the website would become popular, and no responsibility would be incurred. Hey, this is a good idea. After all, he is a leader and he is very shrewd. I will do as he says. So I wrote my opinion on the publication form according to the deputy editor's suggestion and handed it to Xiao Liu to handle. (2) However, the female author's thoughts kept swirling in my mind and did not disappear. Aren't Ah Jiao and I, Ah Jiao and other men, just "consuming youth and overdrawing life"? The once sacred relationship between men and women became so simple in my relationship with Gillian. Was it due to the loneliness of being in a foreign land, or to this era that so easily indulges itself? Why is human nature so greedy, yet so lacking in resistance and so fragile? Can we truly act according to our own will, rather than the will of natural laws? In my dealings with Gillian's many lovers, although I ultimately prevailed, I knew I was merely hiding my wolfish nature behind a sheep's clothing, simply employing a more strategic male possession of her. To possess her, I first gave her what she wanted. For example, I knew that, like many men who enjoy toying with young girls, Gillian was a woman who enjoyed toying with young boys, and I had taken her beloved possession from her. I thought I should find another boy to give it back to her. I thought that if Gillian made love to a young boy not under the guise of "selling" but under the guise of "desire," it would surely excite and engage her greatly. For Gillian, chastity was no longer an issue; the key was sexual satisfaction. Because only men, not clients, could arouse her senses. Overwhelmed by this surge of desire, she couldn't control herself; she craved sexual intercourse with exceptional men, to become one with them, and for the physical union, catalyzed by sex, to bring her pleasure to its peak. Only in this way could she experience the true meaning of life. Even so, it's unfair to accuse Gillian of being promiscuous. When hymenoplasty becomes fashionable, ninilu...When painless abortion, breast augmentation, and circumcision become increasingly popular, sex shops proliferate, and mistresses offering sexual services to successful men are everywhere, the whole world has become depraved. When people change their address from "respectable woman" to "prostitute," and demand to buy her body, it is society as a whole that has cultivated and created this kind of depravity. With this thought in mind, I began searching for young boys online. In Shenzhen's decadent society, I quickly found a college student who hadn't yet graduated. I said, "My wife and I have a special hobby: having threesomes with strange men. Would you be willing?" The other person said, "Yes." I said, "Our requirement is that we don't reveal our real identities, especially the man, and we shouldn't give the woman our phone numbers. Would you be willing?" The other person said, "Yes." I said, "I'll book a hotel room when it's convenient for everyone, and we'll do it there. I'll take pictures, of you having sex with my wife, of the moment our genitals are joined—of course, I won't take pictures of your face. Would you be willing?" The other person said, "Yes." I said, "Okay. Then please send your photos to my email so my wife can see them. If she agrees, I'll let you know." Less than ten minutes later, the college student sent me several half-body photos. I looked at them; he was fairly good-looking, thin, tall, and fair-skinned, wearing a white crew-neck shirt, with somewhat long but energetic hair. I replied, "You're great, a handsome guy. I'm sure my wife would like you." He replied, "Thank you." I added, "By the way, do you have a girlfriend?" He said, "I used to have one. We broke up." I asked, "Why?" He said, "In our senior year, we both had to do internships. We both come from rural areas. While she was interning, a manager at her company took a liking to her. So she chose him." I was silent. Another story of sacrificing love for survival. How could I comfort him? I asked, "How long has it been since you've had sex with a woman?" He said, "About two months." I said, "Okay. As long as you don't hurt my wife, I'll definitely make you feel good this time." He said, "Thank you." He didn't say much; he seemed like an honest young man. I asked again, "So, what do you like my wife to look like?" She said, "I like women wearing stockings and high heels. I think it looks beautiful." I replied, "That's easy. I'll try my best to satisfy you." (3) That night, I held the delicate Ah Jiao in my arms and, while asking her for pleasure, said to her, "Wife, I know you like to play around. I was wrong a while ago and took away your beloved thing. Now, I want to find you another one and give it back to you. What do you think?" "What are you saying? I don't understand." She glanced at me. "I want to give you back a big boy so you can play with him." "What kind of trick are you up to now?" "No, this time it's for real." "You're lying to me, I don't want it." "I'm not lying to you. Do I look like I'm lying to you when I'm being so sincere?" "Then why are you doing this?" "To be honest, I read an article today called "Consuming Youth," which was very interesting. "So I told Ajiao the gist of the article. And I told her that I'd figured it out myself. Since we've come into this world, life is so hard, the spirit so painful, and society so unfair, why not just have fun if we want to—if we have the chance! Seeing how serious and sincere I was, Ajiao asked, 'So what kind of person are you going to find for me?' 'Of course, your type. A big boy, a pretty boy, what?' 'Ugh, you!' But even as Ajiao said this, a light smile played on her lips. 'So how are you going to arrange this?' After a pause, she asked again. It was clear that her lust was truly deep within her heart." "Let's get a room, you two do it, I'll watch from the side. And take pictures—especially pictures of you and him having sex, the friction of your genitals." "Oh, no way. How could I possibly do that?" "What's there to be embarrassed about? Just pretend I'm invisible, do whatever you want with him." "How can I do that? I can't pretend I don't see you." "Oh, okay. How about we train each other first?" "How do we train?" "When you're soliciting customers tomorrow, tell them that sex is free." I said lewdly, "The condition is that I, your husband, have to watch—how about it? Let's train each other first." "Ugh, how could you even think of that? I'm not talking to you anymore!" Ah Jiao said coquettishly. "You don't want to train? Looks like it's still acceptable." "Perverted husband." Ah Jiao raised her little hand and playfully hit my shoulder. "Wife, you know what? Since being with you, your husband has really changed a lot. I think if we're going to have fun, let's do something a little more exciting. As long as you love your husband, I'll support you in anything you do—especially you, cheating on me." "Really?" Ah Jiao tilted her head and laughed happily, "You're really that good!" I could see that the laugh came from the bottom of her heart, a seductive charm in her bones. "But, what does the guy you found for me do?" she asked. I said, "He's a college graduate who hasn't found a job yet." "Oh, a college graduate." Ah Jiao fell silent, looking thoughtful. I whispered, "I asked him, and he hasn't had sex with a woman for two months, he's really pent up! When the time comes, he'll be amazing." Ah Jiao laughed, her breasts jiggling with laughter, "You like this kind of thing. Pervert!" "Haha... I'm just letting you enjoy yourself." I hugged her and pleaded. "You're awful, you're trying to kill me." She said, pressing her face against my chest. "To improve quality, you need to find younger ones.""I emphasized. "If it weren't for having a baby, what would quality matter?" "Young people are energetic, persistent, and passionate, they can satisfy you." "You're annoying, I'm not an animal." "There's no difference between humans and animals." "Then you're an animal!" A strange image suddenly flashed in my mind: a male dog mating with a female dog. "Yes, yes, I'm an animal. I'm a dog, a male dog—haha, you're a female dog." I got more and more excited as I spoke: "We're all just a bunch of dogs running around on the ground... Come on, let the male dog fuck you properly..." "Oh, you're annoying... ah... husband... ah... you... ah..." (4) The thought of watching Gillian cheat on someone and having to take pictures myself made me very excited. I really couldn't explain what kind of mentality this was. I've read many stories online about husbands giving their wives away to other men, a practice known as "wife offering." It's about husbands taking their wives, whom they cherish as private property, and offering them to others for pleasure, deriving a kind of reverse psychological anesthesia and gratification. But I don't think I feel that way. Ah Jiao isn't my wife, but my lover. And the way to maintain a lover's relationship is to make the other person happy. Therefore, I want to find Ah Jiao a sex toy she likes as a gift for her. As long as she's happy, experiencing intense sexual desire and multiple orgasms under the assault of a man's body, I'll be happy. I certainly won't watch her have sex with someone else while masturbating; I'll participate, the three of us enjoying ourselves. Ah Jiao feels the same way. Just thinking about flirting with that stranger, embracing him, and then, in front of me, undressing and having sex, makes her feel itchy all over, and her genitals become wet. Everyone seems to be looking forward to the weekend. And during this waiting period, Ah Jiao is especially kind to me, buying me nice things to eat every day. It was a Friday evening. I borrowed a high-end Canon camera—a 5D Mark II full-frame DSLR—from my workplace, along with a large-aperture portrait lens, and left work early to head to the East Gate. When I entered, Ajiao was putting on makeup at home. She had only drawn her eyebrows and applied lipstick. I suddenly thought about future safety. It wouldn't be good if we bumped into each other on the street and he recognized us. So I had Ajiao do a full face of makeup: drawing her eyebrows, applying eyeshadow, and dark lipstick. Plus, makeup looks better on camera. Ajiao usually has her long hair flowing down. This time, she changed her look, coiling her long hair into a high knot at the back of her head. She also tucked a very delicate plum blossom hair clip behind her ear. Then she started changing clothes. Deciding what to wear took some effort. She had so many sexy clothes that it was hard to choose. Ajiao spread all the clothes from her wardrobe on the bed for me to pick. A pink tulle halter dress, partially revealing her breasts; a sleeveless, high-slit short cheongsam; a black strapless top that exposed her navel; and a halter-neck top, tied around her neck with a thin string, the back completely open, revealing her smooth and sexy back. Below, there were a bunch of lace thongs, essentially just small pieces of cloth to cover her modesty: red, black, white, purple, patterned, various styles, extremely sexy. Among them, the most eye-catching were the kind with side ties. Men would often use their mouths to untie them, then lick her pubic hair. A pair of black sheer pantyhose with an open crotch caught my eye. I thought of the big boy's hobby and picked out a set of semi-transparent black lingerie for her. Its color contrasted sharply with Gillian's skin. The semi-transparent black further accentuated her snow-white, delicate, and smooth skin, making her extremely alluring. For her legs, I chose a pair of thin, sheer, open-crotch black stockings. The lines were smooth and beautiful, alluring and captivating. "What should I wear?" Ajiao asked me with a smile. It was late autumn, and the weather was a bit chilly. "Wear a short trench coat. If it's cold, wear a shirt underneath," I said. "That way it won't affect our outings, and it'll be easy to take it off once we're indoors." Ajiao gave me a flirtatious wink: "You have a good eye." A moment later, Ajiao found a pink blouse and put it on, then layered a South Korean-style short trench coat over it. "Come on, strike a pose, let me see." "Ah Jiao immediately struck a pose in front of me. A high bun, a slender neck, full breasts, and a slim waist. Two long, shapely legs stretched straight out from her Korean-style fitted short trench coat, adorned with transparent-soled high-heeled sandals, and a small handbag slung across her wrist. The whole image was incredibly alluring and charming. Especially below the thighs, the rounded curves outlined by black stockings and her small feet peeking out from her high-heeled sandals were so sexy. It made my blood boil. I called the college student again, asking where he was. The three of us would find a restaurant for dinner. He said he was already at Dongmen. I asked if he knew the Hubei Restaurant. He said no. I said, 'Then when you get to Dongmen, tell me your location, and I'll show you how to get there. We're on our way, keep in touch by phone.' He said okay. After hanging up, I smiled and turned to Ah Jiao: 'Come on, wife. Let's go cheat on each other!' 'You're so annoying!'" "Ah Jiao scolded me while smiling and taking my arm. I don't think I'd ever seen her so happy. We went out together. Hand in hand, we walked down the main street of Dongmen. The air felt so fresh, the city so beautiful, and we ourselves: one dressed in a suit, like a gentleman; the other, all beautiful and charming, like a lady. How civilized, how elegant. Only heaven knows what wildfire was burning inside us, what lust was flowing within us."That's what husbands do—taking their wives, whom they cherish as private property, and offering them to others for their amusement, deriving a reverse psychological numbing and pleasure from it. But I don't think that's my mindset. Ah Jiao isn't my wife, but my lover. And the way to maintain a lover's relationship is to make the other person happy. Therefore, I want to find Ah Jiao a sex toy she likes as a gift for her. As long as she's happy, experiencing endless lust and orgasms under the assault of a man's body, I'll be happy and joyful. I certainly won't watch her have sex with someone else while masturbating; I'll participate, the three of us enjoying ourselves. Ah Jiao feels the same way. Just thinking about flirting and cuddling with that stranger, and then undressing and having sex in front of me, makes her feel itchy all over, and her genitals get wet. Everyone seems to be looking forward to the weekend. And during this waiting period, Ah Jiao is especially kind to me, buying me nice things to eat every day. It was a Friday evening. I borrowed a high-end Canon camera—a 5D Mark II full-frame DSLR—from my workplace, along with a large-aperture portrait lens, and left work early to head to the East Gate. When I entered, Ajiao was putting on makeup at home. She had only drawn her eyebrows and applied lipstick. I suddenly thought about future safety. It wouldn't be good if we bumped into each other on the street and he recognized us. So I had Ajiao do a full face of makeup: drawing her eyebrows, applying eyeshadow, and dark lipstick. Plus, makeup looks better on camera. Ajiao usually has her long hair flowing down. This time, she changed her look, coiling her long hair into a high knot at the back of her head. She also tucked a very delicate plum blossom hair clip behind her ear. Then she started changing clothes. Deciding what to wear took some effort. She had so many sexy clothes that it was hard to choose. Ajiao spread all the clothes from her wardrobe on the bed for me to pick. A pink tulle halter dress, partially revealing her breasts; a sleeveless, high-slit short cheongsam; a black strapless top that exposed her navel; and a halter-neck top, tied around her neck with a thin string, the back completely open, revealing her smooth and sexy back. Below, there were a bunch of lace thongs, essentially just small pieces of cloth to cover her modesty: red, black, white, purple, patterned, various styles, extremely sexy. Among them, the most eye-catching were the kind with side ties. Men would often use their mouths to untie them, then lick her pubic hair. A pair of black sheer pantyhose with an open crotch caught my eye. I thought of the big boy's hobby and picked out a set of semi-transparent black lingerie for her. Its color contrasted sharply with Gillian's skin. The semi-transparent black further accentuated her snow-white, delicate, and smooth skin, making her extremely alluring. For her legs, I chose a pair of thin, sheer, open-crotch black stockings. The lines were smooth and beautiful, alluring and captivating. "What should I wear?" Ajiao asked me with a smile. It was late autumn, and the weather was a bit chilly. "Wear a short trench coat. If it's cold, wear a shirt underneath," I said. "That way it won't affect our outings, and it'll be easy to take it off once we're indoors." Ajiao gave me a flirtatious wink: "You have a good eye." A moment later, Ajiao found a pink blouse and put it on, then layered a South Korean-style short trench coat over it. "Come on, strike a pose, let me see." "Ah Jiao immediately struck a pose in front of me. A high bun, a slender neck, full breasts, and a slim waist. Two long, shapely legs stretched straight out from her Korean-style fitted short trench coat, adorned with transparent-soled high-heeled sandals, and a small handbag slung across her wrist. The whole image was incredibly alluring and charming. Especially below the thighs, the rounded curves outlined by black stockings and her small feet peeking out from her high-heeled sandals were so sexy. It made my blood boil. I called the college student again, asking where he was. The three of us would find a restaurant for dinner. He said he was already at Dongmen. I asked if he knew the Hubei Restaurant. He said no. I said, 'Then when you get to Dongmen, tell me your location, and I'll show you how to get there. We're on our way, keep in touch by phone.' He said okay. After hanging up, I smiled and turned to Ah Jiao: 'Come on, wife. Let's go cheat on each other!' 'You're so annoying!'" "Ah Jiao scolded me while smiling and taking my arm. I don't think I'd ever seen her so happy. We went out together. Hand in hand, we walked down the main street of Dongmen. The air felt so fresh, the city so beautiful, and we ourselves: one dressed in a suit, like a gentleman; the other, all beautiful and charming, like a lady. How civilized, how elegant. Only heaven knows what wildfire was burning inside us, what lust was flowing within us."That's what husbands do—taking their wives, whom they cherish as private property, and offering them to others for their amusement, deriving a reverse psychological numbing and pleasure from it. But I don't think that's my mindset. Ah Jiao isn't my wife, but my lover. And the way to maintain a lover's relationship is to make the other person happy. Therefore, I want to find Ah Jiao a sex toy she likes as a gift for her. As long as she's happy, experiencing endless lust and orgasms under the assault of a man's body, I'll be happy and joyful. I certainly won't watch her have sex with someone else while masturbating; I'll participate, the three of us enjoying ourselves. Ah Jiao feels the same way. Just thinking about flirting and cuddling with that stranger, and then undressing and having sex in front of me, makes her feel itchy all over, and her genitals get wet. Everyone seems to be looking forward to the weekend. And during this waiting period, Ah Jiao is especially kind to me, buying me nice things to eat every day. It was a Friday evening. I borrowed a high-end Canon camera—a 5D Mark II full-frame DSLR—from my workplace, along with a large-aperture portrait lens, and left work early to head to the East Gate. When I entered, Ajiao was putting on makeup at home. She had only drawn her eyebrows and applied lipstick. I suddenly thought about future safety. It wouldn't be good if we bumped into each other on the street and he recognized us. So I had Ajiao do a full face of makeup: drawing her eyebrows, applying eyeshadow, and dark lipstick. Plus, makeup looks better on camera. Ajiao usually has her long hair flowing down. This time, she changed her look, coiling her long hair into a high knot at the back of her head. She also tucked a very delicate plum blossom hair clip behind her ear. Then she started changing clothes. Deciding what to wear took some effort. She had so many sexy clothes that it was hard to choose. Ajiao spread all the clothes from her wardrobe on the bed for me to pick. A pink tulle halter dress, partially revealing her breasts; a sleeveless, high-slit short cheongsam; a black strapless top that exposed her navel; and a halter-neck top, tied around her neck with a thin string, the back completely open, revealing her smooth and sexy back. Below, there were a bunch of lace thongs, essentially just small pieces of cloth to cover her modesty: red, black, white, purple, patterned, various styles, extremely sexy. Among them, the most eye-catching were the kind with side ties. Men would often use their mouths to untie them, then lick her pubic hair. A pair of black sheer pantyhose with an open crotch caught my eye. I thought of the big boy's hobby and picked out a set of semi-transparent black lingerie for her. Its color contrasted sharply with Gillian's skin. The semi-transparent black further accentuated her snow-white, delicate, and smooth skin, making her extremely alluring. For her legs, I chose a pair of thin, sheer, open-crotch black stockings. The lines were smooth and beautiful, alluring and captivating. "What should I wear?" Ajiao asked me with a smile. It was late autumn, and the weather was a bit chilly. "Wear a short trench coat. If it's cold, wear a shirt underneath," I said. "That way it won't affect our outings, and it'll be easy to take it off once we're indoors." Ajiao gave me a flirtatious wink: "You have a good eye." A moment later, Ajiao found a pink blouse and put it on, then layered a South Korean-style short trench coat over it. "Come on, strike a pose, let me see." "Ah Jiao immediately struck a pose in front of me. A high bun, a slender neck, full breasts, and a slim waist. Two long, shapely legs stretched straight out from her Korean-style fitted short trench coat, adorned with transparent-soled high-heeled sandals, and a small handbag slung across her wrist. The whole image was incredibly alluring and charming. Especially below the thighs, the rounded curves outlined by black stockings and her small feet peeking out from her high-heeled sandals were so sexy. It made my blood boil. I called the college student again, asking where he was. The three of us would find a restaurant for dinner. He said he was already at Dongmen. I asked if he knew the Hubei Restaurant. He said no. I said, 'Then when you get to Dongmen, tell me your location, and I'll show you how to get there. We're on our way, keep in touch by phone.' He said okay. After hanging up, I smiled and turned to Ah Jiao: 'Come on, wife. Let's go cheat on each other!' 'You're so annoying!'" "Ah Jiao scolded me while smiling and taking my arm. I don't think I'd ever seen her so happy. We went out together. Hand in hand, we walked down the main street of Dongmen. The air felt so fresh, the city so beautiful, and we ourselves: one dressed in a suit, like a gentleman; the other, all beautiful and charming, like a lady. How civilized, how elegant. Only heaven knows what wildfire was burning inside us, what lust was flowing within us."

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