[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 13-15

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Chapter 34: A Best Friend's

Scar is a Man's Badge of Honor. Ning Zhufu finally left the hospital with this badge of honor—not too big, not too small, but one that almost cost him his life.

This badge made Ning Zhufu feel like he had finally tasted blood, adding a touch of manly bravado to his interactions with tough guys like Boss Wang or Boss Qiu.

But what moved Ning Zhufu most after this brush with death was discovering that Ning Hui could be incredibly gentle and caring. Under his wife's attentive care, the past two weeks of hospital treatment had become blissful moments in his hospital bed. Originally, Ning Hui, the only daughter pampered by her parents and continued to be spoiled like a princess after marrying Ning Zhufu, should have always been someone who was cared for. But this time, despite being a new wife, and no matter how willful and delicate she had been before, Ning Hui's innate, compassionate maternal instincts were fully displayed in her care for Ning Zhufu these past few days. She truly embodied the virtuous and gentle qualities a wife must possess.

Ning Zhufu, with his sensitive, literary heart, was filled with a profound sense of gratitude towards God. He realized he couldn't live without Ning Hui. He felt that Ning Hui's feminine beauty, which he saw as capable of cleansing the world, came not only from her stunning appearance but also from a gentle, warm glow emanating from within. He felt that Ning Hui had become the most radiant part of his life. Sometimes, the sentimental, artistic Ning Zhufu would foolishly ask himself: If Ning Hui left me, would I die?

I finally returned to Ning Mansion. The air was no longer filled with the smell of alcohol, nor with the cold glint of various medical instruments whose names I didn't know.

Although my wound was still bandaged, it no longer affected my basic physical activities. Ning Hui had prepared my lunch in advance before going to work, telling me that it only needed to be heated in the microwave and reminding me to rest well. So

I continued to be a happy wounded soldier at Ning Mansion—a kind of happiness you can't understand unless you bleed a little and experience the meticulous care of your wife, who is like a warm cotton-padded jacket.

To repay Boss Qiao for making my injury a work injury, I endured all the inconvenience and quickly typed out a few articles that I had missed during my recovery with one hand.

It was almost time to leave work when I received a call from Ning Hui: "Honey, Zeng Meimei asked me to go shopping after work, but I'm worried about you being home alone. Can you take care of yourself?"

"Hehehe, go ahead, honey. I won't starve. I haven't finished my lunch yet."

"I'm sorry, honey, it's been so long since I chatted with Zeng Meimei. I'll sit with her after shopping, and I'll be home early."

"Okay, honey, kisses, mwah!"

"Kisses, mwah!"

Actually, I didn't have an appetite for dinner. The overly nutritious hospital food I've been eating lately has made me sick of it, severely destroying my sense of hunger.

Typing with one hand is really tiring. Two short articles have tormented me all day, and it's late now, only just finished typing. Just then, a friend request popped up on my QQ.

"Xiao Nan, it's Sister Tang."

Heh, is Sister Tang eyeing Ning the cook or what? Ning, the cook, suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement and quickly added her.

"Xiao Nan, hello,"

Tang Jie typed on QQ. "I'm home right now and wanted to talk to you about something. I thought QQ would be convenient, so I added you."

"Hehe, Tang Jie, how did you know my QQ number?"

"I had your business card from your wedding; it had your QQ number on it."

"Oh, I see. Then I'll add you again with a different QQ account. That's my work QQ."

"You young people are so clever. Okay." I added Tang Jie again with a personal QQ account—this one had a very ambiguous yet grand name: In the Name of Sex.

"In the Name of Sex? That's a really trendy username for young people. Hmm, I like your QQ description: When sex is linked to health, pleasure, and human care, it can become an equal friend to everyone, not a flower of evil. I didn't expect you to express sex so beautifully; you truly are a literary figure and a poet. Now I understand even better why you did that to Ning Hui. Being your wife must be so blissful: '

Literary figure and poet? '" This Sister Tang subtly and gently insults people, and the key is that you still feel comfortable with it.

"Thank you, Sister Tang. How is Mr. Wang now?"

"Well, he's more stable now. But..."

"But what?"

"The doctor said the shrapnel is still lodged in his head, the root of the problem hasn't been removed, it's still a hidden danger, and the doctor recommends surgery to remove it."

"That requires craniotomy, are there risks?"

"Of course there are, Mr. Wang isn't young anymore."

"The doctor is very confident in the surgery, saying it's the best way. But Mr. Wang doesn't want to do it!"

"Why?"

"He says that surgery would mean leaving the company for a long time, which would be tantamount to suicide for his future at the company. Mr. Wang is in a very tense situation at the company now. I can't go into details."

"I understand. So you came to me?"

"No matter how much I or others tried to persuade him, Mr. Wang refused to have the surgery..."

"You mean you want Ning Hui to persuade him?"

"...Maybe, maybe not, I don't know what to do, maybe it was subconscious, but I came to you. Mr. Wang hasn't been in a good mood lately. I don't want him to worsen his condition like this."

"I understand. Is Mr. Wang still in the hospital?"

"Yes, he is. Ning Hui came to see him today."

"Oh..."

My heart skipped a beat. What's going on, wife? Does this mean you can't even report to your husband when you go to see your lover anymore? Are those three rules still in effect?

"However, she came to see President Wang with other colleagues from the company; she didn't come alone. It seems President Wang is in a much better mood."

"Oh..."

So it was a group outing. I don't know whether to be happy or sad; I feel a little bit of a vague, indescribable sense of loss—I admit, I'm really conflicted now. I want to see the green and environmentally friendly project at Ning Mansion continue, but I'm afraid Ning Hui will ignore President Wang and end the family line. Yet, I'm also afraid...

After shopping with Zeng Meimei, Ning Hui found a coffee shop to rest.

Ning Hui said she hadn't been resting well lately, so she didn't order coffee, but instead got a refreshing jasmine tea.

Ning Hui, who was indeed as thin as a jasmine plant, looked much more haggard than usual, her face pale, a stark contrast to Zeng Meimei's rosy, increasingly plump face. Another reason, I firmly believe, is that my wife has been truly lacking in male attention lately. Look at Zeng Meimei, living such a carefree and joyful life; when has that woman ever lacked a man?

"Meimei, where's your boyfriend who returned from overseas?"

Ning Hui's beautiful eyebrows met her brows, her expression aloof as she began this intimate conversation that only happens between the closest of girlfriends.

"He went back to New Zealand to complete his residency requirement. He'll be there for a few months. It's his last time; after that, he'll get his green card."

"Oh, how are things going with you two?"

"Not bad. We're getting married when he comes back."

Zeng Meimei suddenly dropped a bombshell. Originally, according to Zeng Meimei herself, she wasn't considering marriage for the next three to five years.

"Heh, when did you change your mind? Have you gone crazy enough?"

This bombshell surprised Ning Hui.

"Sigh, it's fate. Besides, my parents are quite satisfied with this kid,"

Zeng Meimei said casually.

"Congratulations then."

"What's there to congratulate? My parents aren't young anymore, and they keep worrying about this. I'll just be a good girl again; I'll have to go down this path sooner or later anyway."

Zeng Meimei stared at Ning Hui for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject, "Honey, you've lost a lot of weight lately. You must be taking good care of Ning-fu."

"Yeah, this time it really scared me to death. He was just a centimeter away from death; the doctor said it would definitely be life-threatening."

Ning Hui said with lingering fear, "Luckily, he reported it before he fainted, and the police acted quickly, otherwise I don't even want to think about the consequences."

"So, what's up? You look so troubled; I know you must have something to complain about."

Whether Zeng Meimei felt a Sherlock Holmes-like sense of foresight was unknown, but she certainly looked smug. "I've been wondering why Ning-fu ended up in a place like that and got robbed? It's impossible! He shouldn't be in that lawless area, whether he's going out or coming home."

“You’re such a shrew!”

Ning Hui said with a wry smile. “He was drunk that day, and we really had a fight. He stormed off from home in a huff.”

“Hahaha, this Ning husband of yours is into this kind of thing, no wonder.”

Zeng Meimei’s eyes lit up instantly. “Why did you fight?”

“We…”

Ning Hui hesitated, “I… it was all my fault.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

Zeng Meimei’s eyes darted around mischievously. This was no joke. Ning Hui’s posture was sure to ignite Zeng Meimei’s gossipy nature.

“…”

Ning Hui still didn’t seem to have thought it through or didn’t have the courage to say it. She lowered her head deeply.

“Darling, you’re so shy. Well, don’t say it. I’ll guess.”

Zeng Meimei feigned composure. “Is there someone else…?”

“I really don’t know… how to say it.”

Ning Hui’s voice was barely audible. Her slender fingers thoughtfully flicked a jasmine petal in her cup.

"Not admitting it is not denying it. Tell me who it is?"

Zeng Meimei's interest was completely piqued. This pure and innocent Ning Hui, this self-proclaimed believer in love above all else, had miraculously turned into a cheating woman overnight. This gossip was just too damn explosive.

"Our company's... President Wang."

Ning Hui bit her lip, her chest rising beautifully with the rising breath, and finally spoke.

"Hehehe, is that the super handsome old man who came to your wedding?"

"Yeah...it's him."

"Hehehe, I heard he's a war hero, so manly, you have good taste, honey."

Zeng Meimei's mouth was so quick to start that it was hard to stop. "Ning Hui, Ning Hui, I thought only I, Zeng Meimei, would commit adultery. I didn't expect you to have your...talented husband cheat on me so quickly. I knew it, how could your writer husband, Ning, possibly control a wild girl like you?"

"Don't be so mean, okay? What 'cuckold' and 'husband'? It's awful. If you say that again, I'm leaving."

Ning Hui was a little angry, feeling embarrassed by her best friend's insults towards her husband.

"Haha, no, darling, congratulations!"

"Congratulations on what?"

"Tch, men are allowed to have three wives and four concubines, but we women aren't allowed to have three lovers and four mistresses? What did Hong Huang say? A woman has to sleep with at least five men to be considered virtuous. Congratulations on gloriously taking this step and joining the great cause of women's liberation."

Zeng Meimei's mouth was a little dry from talking, so she picked up her cup and took a sip of coffee. "I despise those scoundrels who go out and chase after other women while making their wives at home stand up for them. Why should they?"

"You're so right."

"You... slept with him?"

This woman's sweet voice was really good when she used dirty words.

"Don't say such nasty things, okay?"

Ning Hui's face immediately turned red with embarrassment.

"Hehe, don't be so poetic at a time like this. Do you expect me to ask you if you had sex with him? That would be awkward."

Zeng Meimei chuckled.

Ning Hui didn't answer and continued to play with the other jasmine petal in her cup.

"You've fallen in love with him?"

"Mmm..."

Ning Hui nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized something was amiss and quickly shook her head. "No, no, no... nothing like that."

"Alright, I won't torture you with these questions about your conscience. Let me put it another way: this incredibly charming older man makes you admire him, or even infatuated with him, right?"

Zeng Meimei continued to press.

"Mmm... maybe, I guess so."

Ning Hui paused, then nodded firmly.

"Your husband knows? So you two had a fight that day?"

"Mmm..."

"What about your husband? Do you still love him? You two were head over heels in love back then, this... it's really a bit unfair to him, poor child."

Damn it, Zeng Meimei, this time she finally said something sensible.

"Of course I love him!"

Ning Hui blurted out almost without thinking.

“Sigh, this makes things difficult,”

Zeng Meimei sighed. “Besides, Mr. Wang has a wife, right? They even came to the wedding together.”

“What are you thinking? I’ve never thought about leaving my husband.”

This was quite a dilemma for Ning Hui. She couldn’t very well tell Zeng Meimei that her husband was a cuckold.

“Then what should we do? There has to be a solution.”

“I… I don’t want to be with Mr. Wang anymore.”

Ning Hui said, biting her lip, looking like she had made a huge decision.

“Hmph, you’re just saying that. Honey, don’t lie to yourself. I’m a woman too.”

Zeng Meimei replied, “If it were really just physical infidelity, you wouldn’t be talking to me about this.”

“I… I…”

The secret behind this was hard to expose, and Ning Hui was now speechless. Her face turned bright red, but she looked much cuter than her previous pale expression.

"Ning, you must be heartbroken. Sigh, who told him to marry such a beauty? It's his own fault for not being able to keep her."

Damn it, Zeng Meimei, what do you mean I'm incompetent? Wife, why don't you just tell her the truth? Let's see if my skills will scare her to death.

"This..."

Ning Hui muttered to herself, "Is it really possible to love two people at the same time?"

Just then, Zeng Meimei's phone rang. She picked it up, her usual sweet voice instantly becoming cloyingly coquettish: "Darling, wait for me downstairs around eleven. I'm chatting with my girlfriends right now, be good, okay?"

"What did you just say?"

Zeng Meimei actually understood Ning Hui's mutterings. "Of course, it's just that the way we express our love is different. For example, my favorite food is hairy crab, but you can't not let me eat other things too, right? Wouldn't I get tired of eating hairy crab every day?"

"You… that phone call just now?"

Ning Hui stared at Zeng Meimei as if she'd suddenly discovered something new. "Didn't you say he went to New Zealand?"

"Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't say it was him!"

"Then… what are you up to? Didn't you say you were about to marry him? You…"

"Well, how should I put it? He'll be gone for months. Are you expecting me to live a life of celibacy for him? Actually,"

Zeng Meimei leaned closer to Ning Hui with a hint of mystery, "if Ning Hui could learn from my husband, things would be much easier between you and President Wang."

"What do you mean?"

"To be honest, besides the fact that he's really good to me, and he's quite ambitious, a big reason I chose to marry him is..."

Zeng Meimei deliberately paused, building suspense, before slowly and seriously saying, "He allows me to have other men, he even likes me with other men... sigh, it's hard to explain to you. Anyway, there are all sorts of birds in a big forest. There really are men like that in the world who like their wives to be ambiguous or even 'sexually suggestive' with other men. The more they do, the more excited they get!" Ning

Hui's mouth dropped open in a wide "O," her face filled with astonishment! It seems Ning the Cook wasn't lying after all. He's not the only one in the world with this kind of taste; there are plenty of others who share it. She already has a husband like this, and now her best friend has encountered the same thing. What a strange world! Is it

just a small world, or are there just so many cuckolds?

"This world is so amazing, darling, aren't you shocked? But it's true, and he even told me it's a sign of his love for me."

"Hmm... if that's the case,"

Ning Hui started to hesitate, wondering if she should also tell Zeng Meimei that she also had a husband with a cuckold fetish. "Okay..."

"What's wrong, honey?"

"What if I told you that Ning's husband is exactly the same as him..."

"Wow—"

This time it was Zeng Meimei's turn to open her mouth into an even bigger "o." "My god, no way, how... how is that possible?"

"Really."

"Really?"

Zeng Meimei took a while to come back to her senses. "My goodness, then why are you two arguing? You should thank your husband! Where can you find a man like that? I can see that Ning's husband loves you very much. Not every man has the magnanimity to allow you to be with other men... Sigh, I don't even want to talk to you anymore."

"I know it's because he loves me... I..."

"What are you talking about? Now I have to speak up for Ning, the husband. This is just a game, why are you so hung up on love? Of course Ning is upset by your behavior. Let me tell you, a woman needs to have some feelings to be with a man, that kind of thing, but you can't play with emotions too much. I know your Mr. Wang must be a dragon among men, I can't even imagine how charming a man could be to make you fall for him, but having a physical affair, experiencing different men, is fine, that's Ning's original intention. But if you tell him you've cheated on him emotionally too, of course he'll be heartbroken, and this game will be dangerous if you continue. Honey, I'm giving you some advice, don't let your Ning down, you need to keep your distance from Mr. Wang."

Don't let Zeng Meimei's seemingly carefree attitude fool you, she rattled off a long and reasonable speech, leaving Ning Hui stunned. "Sigh, your mouth... Didn't I say I wouldn't be with Mr. Wang anymore?"

"I doubt it. Don't say I don't understand you. How about this, I'll introduce you to a handsome guy sometime, to transfer him from Mr. Wang's place, okay?"

"Get lost! Who needs your introduction!"

Ning Hui thoughtfully started fiddling with the third jasmine petal...

When Ning Hui got home, I was playing CF (CrossFire) to satisfy my pent-up lust from being in the hospital for so many days. The host's Northeastern-accented Mandarin was hysterically stirring up people's hormones. In the video, several couples were having sex in different rooms, and several beautiful women were provocatively teasing people's senses. I stared at one of the girls who looked like a very innocent student, her hand touching her breasts in front of the camera, making her pink nipples look like plump strawberries. The host was singing "Sister, go boldly forward!" encouraging this girl to bravely show her pussy to everyone.

This girl is so hot and fresh, her pussy must be so luscious. I felt a chill run down my spine.

I had told Ning Hui what CF (Crossfire) was all about. I'd always wanted to seduce her and have some sex with her online. I figured if my wife went online, she'd easily outshine all those perverts.

Ning Hui finished washing up and came to my side. "Honey, playing CF again? Looks like you've been holding back these past few days."

"My wife knows me best."

I pulled Ning Hui into my arms and sat her down at the computer. I carefully lowered the camera so it was just below our faces.

Ning Hui was wearing a light cotton nightgown, her breasts half-exposed, glistening. As soon as she flashed into the camera's view, the sharp-eyed host spotted her. "Brother, in the name of sex, are you hugging your wife?"

"What are you doing, honey?"

Ning Hui knew that hundreds of people could see this video at the same time, and instinctively reached for the nightgown that was only partially covering her breasts.

But I firmly stopped her. Instead, I pulled the nightgown down even further, and Ning Hui's nipple was instantly half-exposed, pressed against the nightgown.

"Please pay attention to room 206, the couple in the name of sex, wow, sister-in-law's breasts are so white."

"Mmm, honey, isn't this inappropriate? I'm so shy, so many people can see."

Ning Hui squirmed against me.

"Hehe, didn't you say you liked being spied on? Come on, wife, let's make them drool today!"

My hands began to caress Ning Hui's breasts. Her pajamas became a perfect prop, making Ning Hui's nipples more alluring.

"Honey, not here, let's go to bed, okay?"

"No, please, wife, I want it here. I know you haven't had a man's touch in a long time, haven't you had an orgasm in so long?"

"Mmm."

"Okay, I want you to have an orgasm in front of them today!"

My hands moved towards Ning Hui's lower body.

I began to caress between Ning Hui's legs, where her pubic hair was just beginning to grow. "Did you go see Mr. Wang today?"

"Mmm... But don't worry, honey, I didn't tell you. I went with... a colleague from work."

"It's nothing, honey. I thought you went to him to sleep with you."

"What are you thinking? Let's not talk about him... okay? Mmm..."

Ning Hui started panting. "Honey, from now on I'll only do it with you, only with you, okay?"

"Hmph, you can't fool me. That's not what you really think."

“Really, honey, I really don’t want to continue. I don’t want any other men, I just want you to fuck me!”

“You’re lying to me. I just touched your pussy and it’s already so wet. Are you especially excited with so many men watching you?”

I felt Ning Hui’s legs suddenly spasm slightly, tightly gripping my hand.

“No, it’s because I haven’t done it in a long time…”

“Hmph, I did it to you yesterday too, but you weren’t this wet!”

I ripped off Ning Hui’s nightgown, and her two snow-white breasts instantly bounced out.

This sudden action made the chat room boil over, with flowers and spittle flying everywhere, the screen being refreshed to the bottom.

“See, wife, they’re all excited about this.”

“Honey…you’re too perverted…no…”

Although Ning Hui’s words were still struggling, her body seemed to have given up resisting, the lustful fluid in her pussy was gushing out, and her panties were already mostly wet. I simply ripped them off and waved them in front of the camera.

The chat was refreshed again. The host's voice was distorted from shouting: "Couples in the name of sex, surrendering with their panties, awesome!"

Ning Hui's body twisted. I had shown my wife's angelic, perfect naked body to the camera, right in front of a man whose hormones were completely aroused. From Ning Hui's twisted body, I could clearly feel my wife's excitement and shame, with nowhere to escape.

I moved the chair back and adjusted the camera again, pointing it directly at Ning Hui's dark, pubic area. I spread Ning Hui's legs as wide as possible, showing her already wet vulva in the video. "Wife, so many men are watching your vulva. I want them to see your vulva climax. I want them to masturbate in front of your vulva, okay?"

"No...husband, no..."

Ning Hui's body continued to twist, but I knew she had no way to escape, because my fingers had accurately found my wife's clitoris and began to move up and down on it. The bud, carrying uncontrollable physical pleasure, was sending my wife to heaven.

The chat room erupted in cheers once more!

"Is it good, wife?"

"Mmm... Ahhh... Husband... No... Ahhh..."

"Look at all these men going crazy for you, going crazy for your pussy, you know? You don't know how many of their children's sperm you're going to kill, hahaha."

My fingers moved faster and faster on Ning Hui's clitoris, her pussy glistening silvery from the increasing flow of vaginal fluid.

"No... Husband... Ahhh..."

"You're so wet, wife, still saying no, you're lying to me, still saying no, wife, you're all red, I know you're excited. Letting so many men see your pussy, seeing you climax, I know you can't take it, I love you like this, my slutty wife."

My words and fingers worked in tandem, and from the intensity of Ning Hui's spasms, I knew her climax was about to boil.

"No... No... Mmm... Oh..."

Ning Hui was completely incoherent in the extreme pleasure of my controlled body.

"I want to fuck you, in the name of sex, I want to fuck your wife!"

"Ahhh, I can't take it, my big cock is here, I'll fuck your wife to death!"

"This woman's pussy is so tender, bro, you're great, let me fuck you, I guarantee I'll make your wife feel heaven!"

...

Such words kept coming in the chat room. I knew that this group of perverts had been completely captivated by my wife's pussy, and I didn't know how many cocks were currently having a masturbation carnival with my wife's pussy.

"See, wife, so many cocks want to fuck you, have pity on them, let their cocks go in one by one, okay? Let their cocks make you orgasm, okay?"

As I spoke, my cock under Ning Hui was also standing like iron, full of semen!

"Ah...no...husband...ah...I'm coming...husband...ah—"

Ning Hui's moans suddenly turned into screams, then she tightly closed her legs, her body pressed together, and her vagina twitched violently. I felt a warm liquid on my fingers; I knew my wife had finally come—I don't know how much my words about letting men's penises penetrate her had a catalytic effect, but my wife's orgasm followed those words. But I'm certain that Ning Hui, my beautiful wife, had caused this insanely erotic performance to consume countless amounts of semen from these hormone-fueled men, which then splattered with her orgasm.

As Ning Hui reached her peak, I buried my penis in her buttocks and ejaculated a large amount of semen.

The nights at the Ning Mansion were always so warm and cozy. Tonight I was really tired. Before going to sleep, Ning Hui brought me a glass of water.

"Take your medicine quickly, honey. The doctor said to take it on time; the wound still needs anti-inflammatory treatment."

Ning Hui handed me water and medicine.

"I won't take it!"

"What's wrong with you now?"

Ning Hui looked at me angrily.

"Hmph, I won't take it unless you agree to let other men's penises penetrate you again."

"What kind of person are you?"

"I won't take it if I don't agree."

"Okay, okay, stop it. I promise you, I promise you. Come on, take your medicine, be good."

Ning Hui looked annoyed. "Who told me to have such a perverted husband?" "

Hehe."

I finally took the medicine and drank it down. "Wife, how about I find you a man? He'll definitely be a handsome and classy guy, okay?"

"Get lost! Who asked you to find one?"

In an unknown hotel room, a man and a woman, one black and one white, were locked in a passionate embrace. The woman was moaning with pleasure beneath the man.

The man was Black Egg, but the woman wasn't Sister Tang; she was Fu Lili, the financial manager of Ning Hui's company.

"Brother Black Egg, you're so amazing, ahhh..."

Black Egg seemed to be a man of few words, his only response being to thrust his penis even more violently into Fu Lili's wet vagina.

"Ahhh... I'm coming again, Brother Black Egg, you're so amazing! So amazing..."

Suddenly, Black Egg's phone rang. The black, towering penis was still inserted in Fu Lili's vagina. He picked up the phone and saw that it was Ning Hui calling...

Chapter 35 North, North

Actually, I had been hesitant about whether to tell Ning Hui. Even Sister Tang thought that only she could persuade President Wang to accept the surgery. It seemed that this damsel in distress was going to continue. This situation was equivalent to telling Ning, the husband, that he was letting his most beloved woman become someone else's angel. And all the signs indicated that Ning Hui seemed to be very willing to play this role. This made me, who was not very strong, hesitate. This showed that even a cuckold like Ning still had the little thoughts of an ordinary person. His wife's body could belong to someone else, could have sex with someone else, could be intimate and enjoy pleasure under someone else's body, but feelings were, after all, his private territory. This was like how emperors of all dynasties and regions all opened up a royal garden as their own back garden, which was off-limits to outsiders.

If it were just about going to a hotel with Mr. Wang, I would, as usual, eagerly try to persuade my wife, my penis throbbing with excitement. But this time, it's different from simply having sex with a man. My fragile, artistic heart, which used to cry while singing "My Deskmate," has been thoroughly ravaged—it's like facing the choice between having my wife simply suck someone else's penis or saying "I love you." This is a to-be-or-to-be question.

The former would give me endless pleasure, making my penis engorged. The latter, in fact, still makes my penis engorged—is this the legendary state of "searching for him a thousand times"—torture, yet pleasure—it has happened before . When Ning Hui told me that her vagina contained Mr. Wang's penis while she was calling him "Darling Mr. Wang," I found myself trembling with excitement!

Extreme torture, yet also a source of torment.

I swear, Ning, you incurable pervert!

Actually, Sister Tang's request was quite subtle, revealing the immense inner turmoil within her. No woman wants to feel that another woman is more important to her husband than herself, but for the safety of her beloved husband, Sister Tang couldn't care less.

I just don't know if Sister Tang also harbored…an lustful heart.

Amidst this turmoil, I didn't tell Ning Hui about Mr. Wang's surgery, but the course of events was no longer in Ning Hui's control. Ultimately, it was Ning Hui who persuaded Mr. Wang to accept the surgery—my wife, like an angel, once again flew to Mr. Wang's side.

When Hei Dan received Ning Hui's call, he was startled, because at that moment, his penis was ravaging Fu Lili's vagina. Fu Lili herself couldn't remember how many times Hei Dan had brought her to that blissful state of one orgasm after another.

It was midday, and usually at this time, Fu Lili would appear in President Zheng's office—as his mistress, giving him a handjob or a blowjob. But today, Fu Lili was naked, entwined beneath Hei Dan, her vulva wide open, accepting the ravages of Hei Dan's special forces physique and the inspection of his penis.

Fu Lili was the kind of woman who was very petite and delicate, the kind who could exude a seductive aura even in a particularly serious office. In particular, her round breasts were perfectly proportioned, showing a moderate firmness and fleshiness, forming a perfect match with her slender waist. This alone was enough to kill the hormones and saliva of any lustful man, not to mention her seemingly casual yet alluring face, making her a true enchantress.

It seems Blackie is quite the ladies' man. A man's good looks are definitely a virtue. Look at that dark, shiny, muscular body, and that iron tower-like weapon between his legs—if my wife is considered the epitome of womanhood, then Sister Tang and Fu Lili, who have tasted this manhood, are also among the finest women.

Ning Hui's sudden phone call immediately alerted Blackie, who usually seemed taciturn but quick-witted. He covered Fu Lili's still-moaning mouth, pulled his penis from her wet vagina, grabbed the phone, and ran to the bathroom.

"Minister Ning, what's up?"

Blackie asked.

"Um… how is President Wang? I just wanted to ask about his condition."

"It's not good. The doctor wants him to have surgery, but President Wang disagrees."

"Why?"

Ning Hui's voice on the other end of the line became urgent.

"I don't know either. Why don't you try to persuade him?"

"..."

Ning Hui hesitated for a moment before replying, "...Okay."

"Where are you? I'll come pick you up to go to the hospital in a bit."

"Okay, I'm at the company."

Hei Dan came out of the bathroom and put down the phone. Seeing Fu Lili's legs tightly closed and her face clearly showing an unsatisfied and anxious expression, he bent down, spread Fu Lili's legs apart, and turned her firm, fleshy buttocks to face him. Then he raised his still-erect penis and inserted it into her buttocks.

"Oh..."

Fu Lili let out a long, satisfied moan, "The phone call just now... was it a woman? Who... who was it?"

Hei Dan didn't answer, only responding with the "slap slap slap" sound that could only be made by his penis thrusting into her wet cunt.

"Ahhh,"

Fu Lili was probably exhausted; as she approached her climax, her moans became increasingly hoarse. "Black Egg... Brother—"

With that drawn-out "Brother," Fu Lili was once again brought to orgasm by Iron Egg's penis...

When Black Egg led Ning Hui into President Wang's ward, President Wang was half-reclined on the bed reviewing some company documents. His long military service had instilled in him the habit of not leaving the front lines even with minor injuries.

Coincidentally, Sister Tang had just finished taking President Wang out for lunch and gone home.

Life is unpredictable; I never expected that when my wife appeared before President Wang again in the form of an angel, it would be right beside his sickbed.

President Wang was momentarily stunned to see Ning Hui, but quickly regained his composure, only his previously furrowed brows relaxed.

Ning Hui walked forward somewhat shyly, and Black Egg tactfully withdrew from the room.

"Sit here,"

President Wang smiled at Ning Hui, shifted his body, and patted the edge of the bed beside him.

"..."

Ning Hui's lips curled up slightly. She remained standing.

"Sit down!"

President Wang noticed Ning Hui's unease and awkwardness, but his expression showed no sign of distress. Instead, he laughed even more heartily: "Why are you standing?"

Ning Hui finally turned and sat down a hand's width away from where President Wang had patted the edge of the bed. Her gaze fell on the documents in his hand, and she smiled slightly, a tight smile, her voice filled with a gentle tenderness: "You're not resting properly."

"I'm fine, it's just an old ailment."

President Wang's eyes were gentle as he looked at Ning Hui, revealing the longing and yearning he felt for his wife after so many days apart. "You've lost weight, Hui'er."

Ning Hui didn't reply, her tight smile still etched on her face.

"How is Ning Zhufu's injury recovering?"

President Wang could still be so calmly concerned about his father—a lover caring about her husband? It was so awkward, but President Wang's calm and composed leadership qualities were truly impressive—in fact, he had already noticed the subtle change in Ning Hui's attitude since his last visit to the hospital to see Ning Zhufu.

"Hmm, he's fine."

Ning Hui began to cutely bite her lip—this was my wife's signature gesture, an outward expression of her inner turmoil—white teeth, red lips, slightly furrowed brows, utterly charming and pitiful.

"How's work been lately? Don't overwork yourself..."

"Mr. Wang,"

Ning Hui interrupted him before he could finish speaking—she didn't use the title she would normally use in such a private setting—"Darling," Ning Hui paused, seemingly finding even the title "Mr. Wang" unfamiliar. "You're having surgery... okay?" Mr. Wang

finally understood the purpose of Ning Hui's visit. I wasn't sure how much warmth Mr. Wang felt inside; its significance might be no less than that hot spring trip, but his expression showed no change. He simply reached out and placed his large hand over Ning Hui's hand, which hung limply at her side.

"Is it okay?"

Ning Hui's hand rested obediently in Mr. Wang's. Seeing that he didn't respond, she continued to plead.

"Hahaha, alright, I want to know if it's Hui'er pleading? Or..."

Mr. Wang, that old fox, was setting a trap again.

Ning Hui lowered her eyes, feeling Mr. Wang's strong, thick grip on her hand... then nodded slightly.

"In that case, I'll consider it."

Mr. Wang's laughter was still hearty.

Then came a silence, the air thick with a sense of stillness, as Ning Hui, held tightly in Mr. Wang's hand, felt time suffocatingly slip away second by second.

"So you said yes?"

Ning Hui suddenly mustered her courage and looked up—I thought my wife was about to give President Wang a gentle or passionate kiss—but Ning Hui simply squeezed President Wang's hand tightly, letting her hand convey a sense of strength and tenderness instead of her lips: "Take care, I have things to do at the company, I have to go."

President Wang looked at Ning Hui, his gaze lingering, then sighed and said casually, "Okay, Hui'er, take care too. I hope you'll be a little plumper next time I see you."

"Mm."

Ning Hui nodded, her fingers sliding slowly from President Wang's palm like the final notes of a melody.

The long, unbearable damp and cold winter had finally completely departed. Although spring in this city was short, everything was already flourishing, lush and green. Unconsciously, the warm sunshine shone down, as if giving the earth a spring dress.

That day, Ning Hui was again invited to dinner by Zeng Meimei, who said she wanted to give Ning Hui a surprise.

“Then I’ll call Xiao Nan along. He’s been recuperating at home for too long, let him get some fresh air,”

Ning Hui said on the phone.

“No, no, no, please don’t call your husband,”

Zeng Meimei quickly interrupted.

“Why?”

Ning Hui was puzzled as to what this energetic Zeng was up to this time.

“Haha, you’ll find out when the time comes,”

Zeng Meimei thought for a moment and then quickly added, “Don’t let Ning the cook come, okay?”

“What are you doing, talking nonsense?”

“Hehe, you’ll find out when the time comes.”

Zeng Meimei continued her rambling.

After work, Ning Hui reported her whereabouts for the evening as usual, and then drove to the meeting. But the traffic was unprecedented, with huge streams of cars everywhere, turning the entire city into a completely congested “gambling city.”

Zeng Meimei kept urging her on until Ning Hui stepped into the door of the restaurant’s private room.

"She's here, she's here! You've been nagging me like crazy!"

Ning Hui was still scolding Zeng Meimei on the phone when Zeng Meimei suddenly appeared at the door of the private room, right in front of Ning Hui.

"Our beauty has finally arrived after all this time! Come in and sit down."

Zeng Meimei pulled Ning Hui into the room.

As they spoke, a very handsome and dashing young man stepped forward from his seat, suddenly appearing in front of the two beauties.

Ning Hui hadn't had a chance to examine him closely, but from her rough impression, she only remembered a youthful, handsome, and clear face—a face with perfect contours, looking as handsome as sunshine, with a few pimples here and there like flares in the sunlight, making him look very vibrant and cute.

Compared to Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei, this young man was incredibly tall, like towering mountains; Ning Hui could only truly look up to get a clear look at the handsome young man's face.

Ning Hui was immune to so-called handsome men; she had jokingly told me more than once that the kind of young, good-looking men weren't her type. But when a man so handsome that even women would be jealous suddenly appeared before her, it was perfectly normal for any woman to be momentarily stunned by his charm.

Much later, Ning Hui told me that she truly felt a sensation she had never experienced before—a feeling of being electrified by his handsomeness. This boy was incredibly handsome—and crucially, not at all effeminate. He was wearing Nike sportswear, and his slightly disheveled hair exuded a dynamic and energetic vibe.

In that moment of stunned silence, before Ning Hui could even process what was happening, let alone figure out who this handsome young man was, she saw that his expression was timid, his hand seemingly reaching out but then faltering in hesitation. His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, his voice sounding more mature than his appearance: "Ning... Sister Ning Hui... long time no see."

The boy seemed incredibly nervous, his words even a little stammering—seriously, my wife is a stunning beauty, who wouldn't be flustered in front of her?

Sister Ning Hui? Damn, what's going on? When did this handsome guy suddenly appear in my wife's life?

Ning Hui looked at his bewildered yet undeniably handsome face, trying hard to recall something.

"Don't you recognize me?"

"You are..."

"Beifang, I'm Beifang!"

The boy finally smiled with youthful invincibility, revealing a set of neat white teeth.

"Zeng Beifang!"

Ning Hui's memory suddenly took a turn, "Ah, the little brat who used to come to your sister's house every summer vacation and run around the streets with us?"

"Yes, that's me."

Now that they connected, the boy's sunny energy seemed even stronger, less reserved than before.

"Hehehe, I almost didn't recognize you! You've grown so tall! I never thought that little kid from back then would grow into such a handsome young man. I still remember you with snot always on your face!"

Ning Hui laughed happily.

The boy who called himself Northern lowered his head shyly, partly because my wife praised his looks, and partly because his embarrassing past had been exposed. He just stood there laughing like an idiot.

"Hahaha, I told you I'd give you a surprise."

Zeng Meimei finally chimed in, "Come, come, sit down. Northern hasn't been here long, so this is a welcome dinner for him."

"Here, Sister Ning Hui, bring me your bag, I'll hang it up for you."

Zeng Northern quickly regained his composure and said to Ning Hui solicitously.

"Hehehe, quite the gentleman, little kid."

Ning Hui happily handed her bag to Zeng Northern.

"Northern just graduated from university and is planning to come to our city to develop his career,"

Zeng Meimei said while ordering food.

It turned out that Zeng Beifang was the son of Zeng Meimei's uncle, living in a coastal city in the north. When Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei were in junior high school, he would come to Zeng Meimei's house every summer vacation. So, the two crazy girls, Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei, would take him all over the city, and the three of them formed a deep friendship in the scorching heat of the city—although at that time they didn't quite understand the true meaning of this friendship. This continued until Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei went to high school... After that, Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang never saw each other again.

"Ah? You've already graduated from university, impressive, kid. How old are you?"

"Twenty-one already."

Zeng Beifang said shyly.

"This kid, he's been smart since he was little, a natural student. He skipped two grades in junior high and one grade in high school. He's already graduated from university at such a young age."

Zeng Meimei quickly praised.

"Hmm, what an impressive little brat,"

Ning Hui said softly to Zeng Meimei. "I'm going to the restroom."

While Ning Hui was washing up, Zeng Meimei suddenly appeared beside her.

"Handsome, right?"

Zeng Meimei smiled mischievously. "Isn't he handsome enough to attract the attention of the Party Central Committee?"

"Hehe, I really didn't expect him to grow so tall. This little brat has changed so much,"

Ning Hui replied with a smile, clearly agreeing with Zeng Meimei's assessment. "How tall is he exactly?"

"I heard he's about 185cm. Let me tell you, this kid is a genius! A top student from Tsinghua University, majoring in computer science. He's also well-rounded in academics, morality, and physical fitness. He plays basketball incredibly well, even represented the school in CUBA, has a Grade 10 piano certificate, and won first prize in the National College Student Art Festival for painting. He just graduated, and given the city's phenomenal economic development, he decided to come here!"

Zeng Meimei then winked. "Extremely... outstanding, right?"

"Hehe, wow."

Ning Hui couldn't hide her surprise. "Back then, all I thought about him was that he was mischievous and always had snot on his nose. I never expected him to be so successful."

"Honey, do you remember when we were discussing what kind of boys we liked in college, you told me a secret?"

"What secret?"

Ning Hui was a little surprised that Zeng Meimei brought this up.

"You said,"

Zeng Meimei deliberately leaned close to Ning Hui, whispering in her ear, "you said you especially like the tall, handsome, and sunny look of northern boys who study science. Let me tell you, my brother is a top-notch northern guy and a tech guy."

"What do you mean?"

Ning Hui sensed something was off about Zeng Meimei's words and suddenly understood what she meant. She paused for a long time until her face flushed slightly, then glared at Zeng Meimei with her almond-shaped eyes: "You crazy girl, you're really crazy! I... I'm still a child."

"Hehehe," Zeng Meimei said, "Let me tell you, if he weren't my brother, I would have made my move long ago. Tsk tsk, you know, the Zeng family's breed is... too handsome!"

Zeng Meimei got more and more excited as she spoke. "I told you, I'm going to introduce you to a handsome guy! Let me tell you, I used to ask him all the time, 'Who's prettier, me or your sister Ning Hui?' This guy never hesitated to say that sister Ning Hui was prettier."

Ning Hui knew that Zeng Meimei was a bit eccentric and capable of anything when she got going. She turned on the tap, splashed water on Zeng Meimei's face with her wet fingers, and said, "Don't joke around like that! You're never serious." Then she stomped the tap down and left. Zeng Meimei, her face stung by the cold water, straightened her clothes in the mirror and muttered with a mischievous grin, "You heartless bastard

!

" Ning

Hui returned home with a slightly flushed face, clearly having had a couple of drinks.

Women, when they've had a little alcohol, possess a captivating, alluring charm that's truly mesmerizing. Ning Hui's perfectly balanced, subtly intoxicated state captivated me the moment she walked in. A surge of love welled up within me instantly, and I resolved to make the most of my wife's company tonight.

Strangely, tonight I even had a thought I hadn't had in a long time: tonight I only wanted to make love with my wife, a passionate lovemaking experience just between the two of us, without any third party, without any other men as I'd imagined…

Everything started smoothly; Ning Hui was also in the mood for the night. This was truly the first real sexual encounter between Ning Hui and me since Ning's husband was injured.

During our passionate kisses, the lingering taste of alcohol on her breath was intoxicating. I greedily sucked on my wife's fragrant tongue, and she cooperated by continuously transferring her saliva into my mouth.

Then, we both perfectly understood each other's characteristics and needs, and with perfect posture, angle, and coordination, we had a thoroughly enjoyable 69. The pubic hair on Ning Hui's vulva was starting to grow back, sparse yet possessing a unique beauty and charm. I absolutely love those beautiful pubic hairs on my wife's vulva; they always make me incredibly aroused, sometimes mild, sometimes intense. I savored those snow-like hairs in my mouth, and Ning Hui's vaginal fluids flowed more and more, filling my mouth with a sweet, sensual aroma. I took her beautiful, blooming labia majora and nibbled at her clitoris, covering it with my tongue, then gently licked the most secret source of pleasure in my wife's body.

I knew exactly what tongue techniques would make my wife feel most comfortable and enjoyable; we knew each other's bodies so well that I could understand the meaning of a single movement or posture—Ning Hui's body began to writhe, her legs tightly clamping my face, her mouth filled with my penis, emitting soft, pleasurable moans. I carefully and diligently pushed my wife towards... I brought her to the peak of pleasure.

Soon, Ning Hui came to a climax under my mouth. Ning Hui's orgasm was quite intense, making my tongue a little sore. Because her vagina was tightly pressed against me and twisting when she came to a climax, my face was covered in her juices.

Next, I continued to caress her, or enjoy my wife's beautiful body that I could never be satisfied with. I used my fingers and mouth at the same time, gently soothing the intermittent pleasure of her orgasm.

I was about to penetrate her. My wife's vagina was full of lust and welcoming me. My penis had almost ejaculated in Ning Hui's mouth, but I held back. I waited for the moment of actual penetration.

I took out a condom from the bedside table and was about to open it.

"What are you doing, husband? Don't."

Ning Hui smiled. That smile had many meanings and was full of affection. Then she reached out and stopped me. "Come on, just put it in like this. Wife hasn't felt... your husband's penis properly in a long time."

"But... today doesn't seem to be a safe period. What if I get pregnant?"

"If you get pregnant, wife will give you a fat boy, okay?" "

Ning Hui stretched her alluring crescent moon into a seductive thread, smiling brightly as she spoke.

I was suddenly moved, my eyes welling up with tears. I leaned down and took my wife's fragrant lips into my mouth: 'I love you, wife.'

'I...love you too,'

Ning Hui said, sucking on my tongue.

Ning Hui's face was full of tenderness, but her body was already incredibly wet, making my penetration very smooth, making tonight's penetration feel like love...

My penis began to move at varying speeds, in and out of my wife's vagina in rhythm with her pleasure. At this moment, I felt a surge of joy throughout my body and heart, trembling with happiness. I told myself again and again that the woman receiving pleasure beneath me was my wife, the most beautiful woman in the world...

'Husband...'

Ning Hui suddenly said with a joyful breath, 'I...I have something to tell you...don't be angry.'

'What?' 'A couple of days ago...I went to the hospital to see President Wang, but...I just went to see him. I didn't tell you, I was afraid...you would worry if you knew.'

'Hehe, it's okay. '"

I was startled, and the speed of my thrusting suddenly slowed down—damn it, this Mr. Wang really is like a ghost. Didn't I say we were going to have some lovemaking just between the two of us today? What are you doing out here? —Looks like even this lovemaking between the two of us can't be done peacefully. Ning, the stay

-at-home husband, couldn't help but smile bitterly—being a cuckolded husband is really not easy.

"Honey, what's wrong? Keep going...keep going...honey, it feels so good when you're inside me."

Ning Hui kept writhing under me, and I could feel her vagina squeezing me tightly.

My wife's naked body, brimming with desire, clung to me, making it impossible for me to hesitate any longer. A rush of blood to my head, and my penis, even harder in the ocean of her luscious vagina, surged forth once more.

"Ugh... Husband... Husband!"

Ning Hui's moans were full of love and joy...

I, the husband, used every trick in the book, thrusting in and out in various ways. In ten minutes, we both climaxed, sharing that indescribable, blissful, and immeasurable moment of ultimate pleasure.

Afterwards, as usual, I held Ning Hui in my arms, whispering sweet nothings.

"Zeng Meimei's been really clingy with you lately, huh? Why did she suddenly invite you to dinner today?"

"Haha, she said she had a surprise for me. Turns out her uncle's kid's here, someone I've known since middle school."

"What's the story?"

Ning Hui then explained the whole situation, how this kid went from a little brat to a handsome young man, how he graduated from Tsinghua University at such a young age, how he passed CUBA and achieved a Grade 10 piano certificate—of course, Ning Hui didn't mention Zeng Meimei's ulterior motives.

But as perceptive as Ning Hui is, she still caught the unusual information. Introducing a handsome guy to my wife as a surprise—what's going on?

This suddenly made me furious. That damn Zeng Meimei—given the information asymmetry, I had reason to curse her like this, because I didn't know they'd already come clean about this.

What kind of woman is this, encouraging my wife to cheat on me? And what's with this "Northern Man" nonsense? Doesn't she know my surname is Nan, a typical Southerner? "What science high-achiever? Don't you know I studied humanities? What CUBA? Don't you know my university team played soccer? What 185cm? Don't you know I'm only 175cm? That

damn Zeng Meimei!" Chapter 36,

December 4th : Temporary Girlfriend Best Friend—such a name, full of dangerous temptation and ambiguity. Although I cursed Zeng Meimei, my wife's best friend since junior high, in my heart, thinking that this girl encouraged Ning Hui to cheat on me, to cuckold me, to be a pimp, to do things that only a femme fatale would do to disrupt the stability of the Ning Mansion, I muttered, "Heaven is on my side." "Heaven is on my side what? Honey, what are you muttering about?" Ning Hui lazily nestled in my arms, looking at me with confusion, and asked. "Haha, it's nothing." Having just spent a tender and affectionate time with Ning Hui, I was still feeling a bit sleepy, but now I suddenly felt energized, like I'd been given a shot of morphine. My eyes were practically glowing. "Wife, tell me, how handsome is that guy?" "Hmm—how should I put it?" Ning Hui's eyes suddenly darted around, as if she was thinking of the right words, then hesitated. I guessed she was afraid of saying too much and upsetting me. "Handsome than your husband?" I struck a cool pose. "You? Hehe, when have you ever been handsome, husband?" Ning Hui blinked playfully. What did Song Dandan say again—it hurt my pride! Wife, if you're going to say someone is handsome, just say they're handsome. Why drag me into this? Isn't that intentional? —Don't you know your husband is a learned and talented man, the kind of man who embodies inner beauty? If he were born in Tang Bohu's era, he would have gone from one of the Four Great Talents of Jiangnan to one of the Five Great Talents! "Tell me quickly!" "I can't really describe it. Maybe I should say he's as handsome as Pan An, but I've never actually seen what Pan An looks like. Anyway, he's just incredibly handsome. I never imagined a little kid could change so much." Ning Hui said casually, her tone as nonchalant as her delicate eyebrows, her hand unconsciously tracing circles on my bare, not-so-muscular chest. "Hehehe, feeling a shock, huh? So handsome he's even caught the attention of the Party Central Committee?" I felt a surge of excitement stirring within me. A handsome young man, paired with a beauty like my wife—goodness, younger than her, a mature woman plus a childhood friend—what if something happened… damn, this is too exciting! My hair is a mess. No, I misspoke, my heart is in turmoil. "Hehe, honey, why do you talk like Zeng Meimei?" Ning Hui giggled. "Really? Zeng Meimei said the same thing?" "Yeah, even the words are the same." Damn you, Zeng Meimei, aren't you obviously encouraging my wife to cheat on me? "Wife," I brushed Ning Hui's hair that was scattered on my chest muscles, no, on my chest which didn't have much chest muscle. "Hmm?" "Anyway, as a man, when I see a beautiful woman, more or less, my heart always stirs with lust." I smacked my lips, pretending to drool. "So, wife, as a woman, when you see a handsome guy like this, whom you can't even find the words to describe, doesn't your heart flutter a little?" "Get lost!" Ning Hui, who had just been circling my chest, immediately clenched her fist and punched me hard. "Honey, is there nothing serious on your mind but these things?" After saying that, Ning Hui didn't pout and turn her back to me as I expected, leaving her snow-white bare back exposed. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my body, pressing her smooth, fragrant body against me. Her soft breasts pressed against me, giving me a feeling like melting ice cream. I quickly kissed Ning Hui's shoulder and whispered, "Wife, you promised me, right?" "Husband...please don't do it anymore, okay? I just want you, okay? Right now, I only want you." Ning Hui's tone was very gentle, and she hugged me even tighter. "I know you're doing this because you love me, but I've already experienced it, and I'm...satisfied. Thank you, husband." "Hehe, what do you mean?" My mind went blank. Damn it, I've put in so much effort, used up a whole basin of saliva to get my wife onto this path of sexual bliss, and now I have to start all over again? " I know what you're thinking, wife. Actually, let's not dwell on that Wang Yingxiong anymore. I promise we won't run away from home again. As long as...as long as we both abide by our three rules and fully promote democracy and the rule of law in Ning Mansion, we'll definitely be on the road to sexual bliss, hahaha!" "Husband..." Ning Hui started biting her lip again, which made me realize that a woman can be beautiful even when she's conflicted. "Alright, stop arguing, honey. Besides, I'm your husband. I haven't asked you to be chaste for me or anything like that. Are you expecting you to remain chaste for Mr. Wang?" "Honey, that's not what I meant. Don't misunderstand," Ning Hui quickly protested. "Haha, since that's the case, now that a beautiful girl has fallen from the sky—no, a handsome guy—stop dawdling and go for it! I'm waiting for you to count for me. How many are we on yet?" I pinched Ning Hui's smooth, delicate cheek. "But,"

Ning Hui, biting her lip, still hesitated, indicating her inner turmoil. "Women... doing this requires emotional preparation. Do you think you men are like this? Besides... he's still a child."

"A child? He's twenty-one! Chairman Mao said, 'Having just drunk the Yangtze River water, you're already eating Wuchang fish.' You're already tasting old bones and then gnawing on tender green grass!"

"You... what are you talking about?"

Ning Hui continued to playfully punch him. "Anyway, in my eyes, no matter how handsome he is, he's still a little kid."

"Hahaha, you've already admitted it, haven't you? You admit he's handsome?"

"You... how can you be so obedient?"

Ning Hui was getting impatient. My lovely wife is no match for Ning the Cook.

"I don't care, you admit he's handsome."

Seeing his wife's exasperated expression, Ning the Cook found it the greatest joy in the world.

"Okay, okay, I can't argue with your husband..."

Ning Hui paused, "I admit he's handsome, but that doesn't mean I have those feelings for him, right?"

"I don't believe any beautiful woman doesn't love a handsome man. That's a universal law, hehehe. You'll have bread, and you'll have feelings too."

I said this with a sly smile. Actually, I already had a strong feeling that my wife was already a piece of meat in this guy's mouth, and it was a foregone conclusion that she would be taken, especially with Zeng Meimei pushing her from behind—that woman, one day I'll have to meet her properly.

"I'm not talking to you anymore, husband, I'm sleepy."

Ning Hui's bitten lips finally loosened. I didn't know if this meant that her struggle was over or that it was continuing.

"Wait, wife,"

I gave Ning Hui a wicked smile, and then pulled Ning Hui's hand to my lower body under the covers.

"Hmm, we just did it, and you want it again, husband?"

My penis was now erect as iron, and Ning Hui couldn't help but cry out when she touched it.

"Hahaha, it's not that I want it again. It's..."

I kept her in suspense.

"What is it?"

"I thought about the scene of you and that handsome guy having sex, imagining him doing you, oh, a beautiful woman and a handsome man, that visual enjoyment, it's too exciting for my wife, and as a result, my penis is like this."

"You pervert!"

Ning Hui quickly flung away the hand that was touching my penis.

"Mmm, your husband is a pervert, a pervert who likes his wife having sex with other men, who likes you cheating on me."

"Sigh, I can't do anything with my perverted husband, I'm ignoring you!"

"Hehehe, okay, okay, okay, wife, let's go to sleep."

"Husband,"

Ning Hui suddenly snuggled into my arms, "Can you hold me while we sleep?"

This was something I often did with my wife in bed and was very happy to do, of course. I quickly put one arm under Ning Hui's head and drifted off to sleep with my wife's sweet dreams.

Mr. Wang finally had the surgery, and the surgery was considered successful. The shrapnel that had been lodged in Mr. Wang's head for over thirty years was finally removed. Compared to Wang Yingxiong's medal, Ning Zhufu's so-called medal seemed childish.

This brain surgery was no small matter; President Wang needed a period of recovery and rest. During this time, President Zheng would temporarily oversee the daily operations of Ning Hui Company.

The atmosphere in the company instantly became tense and heavy. Although President Wang had won the hearts of most people with his strong management, performance, and personal charisma, President Zheng had been entrenched in the company for many years and had cultivated a group of loyal followers. President Wang's sudden absence caused a renewed tug-of-war and power struggle among various factions.

President Zheng, basking in his newfound smugness, called Fu Lili into his office during his lunch break, as usual—he could skip lunch, but a masturbation session was essential—although often it didn't necessarily have to lead to ejaculation, President Zheng's main goal was to have a woman like Fu Lili, who was quite attractive, between his legs, giving him oral sex and a false sense of satisfaction.

Mr. Zheng was shoving his penis into Fu Lili's mouth. Fu Lili had a typical cherry-like mouth, and with this suck, Mr. Zheng's toothpick-like penis was completely inside.

"How did things go?"

Mr. Zheng asked, panting heavily.

"Mmm...we...went to bed..."

Fu Lili said while busy sucking on the penis in her mouth.

"Good, keep a close eye on this kid, pull him over. Even though that guy surnamed Wang has a broken arm, his every move is under my watchful eye. Just wait and see how I deal with him..."

Today, Mr. Zheng seemed to be on drugs, full of energy. His penis swirled in Fu Lili's mouth for a long time, without ejaculating or softening. He even hummed a little tune, sucking Fu Lili until her mouth was sore and her tongue was numb.

"Ouch, why are you biting me?"

Boss Zheng suddenly yelled. "Alright, alright, baby, I know you're being temperamental. If this works, I'll divorce my wife and marry you! Come on, don't bite me, keep going... use your tongue... lick with your tongue..."

Boss Zheng had been saying this for years, and no one believed him. It was unclear whether Fu Lili would continue to believe him.

Meanwhile, Ning Hui was also quite frustrated lately. Her work was already going smoothly, but the atmosphere in the company, with everyone on edge and wary of each other, was incredibly frustrating.

That afternoon, things were a little quieter, and Ning Hui stared blankly at a lush green plant on her desk, idly turning

green. Then she laughed. The plant was so cute—I bet my wife mistook it for Ning Hui for a moment.

Suddenly, Ning Hui's phone rang.

A somewhat unfamiliar yet youthful voice, male: "Is this Sister Ning Hui?"

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Bei Fang. I'm standing right outside your company. Sister Ning Hui, which office are you in?"

"Ah? What brings you to our company?"

"Say 'Sister Ning Hui' when we meet."

This company is often frequented by well-dressed, suit-and-tie clients; everyone is used to it. But today, Zeng Bei Fang's sudden visit sparked a massive, primarily female, crowd of onlookers.

His casual sportswear, already somewhat unusual for this occasion, was eye-catching enough, coupled with his height—not commonly seen on the streets of a southern city—and most importantly, his irresistibly handsome, sunny face… Just look at this handsome young man stepping into the company; the eyes of all sorts of young girls, single women, and mature women—collectively known as "lustful ladies"—all turned to him.

The bolder ones stared intently, watching him until he reached Ning Hui's seat.

"I really didn't expect this. Beifang, what brings you here?"

Ning Hui asked, somewhat surprised, and offered a polite smile.

"Sister Ning Hui, I've already started working at a software company, a company that specializes in developing large-scale office systems. I happened to have an appointment with your IT department today to discuss a collaboration, to help your company develop a system."

"Not bad, kid, you've already gotten into the role so quickly."

Ning Hui's smile remained unchanged. I'm not being selfish; having such a handsome guy standing next to my wife makes her smile even more captivating. "Then hurry up and go."

"Okay, I'm off then, Sister Ning Hui. I'll come find you later."

Zeng Beifang smiled, though he seemed a little shy.

I don't know how my wife sees this handsome Zeng, but from a woman's perspective, his smile is undeniably beautiful, incredibly sexy, and exudes youthful energy. I admit that as a man, I often have a knack for judging men's smiles—don't judge me, for example, Tony Leung's perpetually furrowed brows with his smile, Chow Yun-fat's dazzling white teeth, David Beckham's enigmatic, half-smiling eyes, and so on… I just don't believe that a smile that can captivate men can't also captivate a woman.

At least Zeng Beifang is so handsome, and his slightly shy smile makes my wife feel very comfortable; I can guarantee that based on my understanding of her.

As soon as Zeng Beifang left Ning Hui's seat, the people around her started chattering. The various lecherous women who had been watching earlier started to gather around in twos and threes. Some asked if Ning Hui knew them, some asked if she was related to her, and some even asked for her phone number directly, which annoyed Ning Hui to no end. "Go away, you lecherous women, if you want a phone number, ask for it yourselves. I don't provide them."

After about the time it takes to drink a few cups of tea, Zeng Beifang finished his business and came back to Ning Hui's seat. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said, "Sister Ning Hui, are you done talking?"

This was clearly just making conversation. Assessment complete.

"Hmm, did it go well?"

Ning Hui asked with concern.

"Not bad, quite interested."

Zeng Beifang paused, as if he wanted to say something but lacked the courage, "Um... Sister Ning Hui..."

"What is it? Beifang?"

"Can I treat you to dinner after work?"

Zeng finally mustered the courage he had been holding back.

I guessed it would be this cliché plot, but good job, kid, your cook uncle still has to encourage you! "It's not your fault. If you had directly asked your sister Ning Hui to book a room, you probably would never have been able to book a room with her in your life.

" "Oh, no, no, tonight... I have something to do tonight."

Ning Hui was caught off guard and quickly shook her head, but the smile was still on her face. My wife's rejections are always so pleasant.

But it was clear that the rejection wasn't straightforward.

Zeng Didi probably had anticipated the rejection beforehand, and didn't show much disappointment. He just nodded thoughtfully, gave my wife a bright smile, and said, "Then I'll go first, Sister Ning Hui."

After saying that, he turned and gracefully left. Whoosh—a wave of dazzling light still swept over, and the onlookers continued. In the

blink of an eye, it was time to leave work. Ning Hui was about to drive away when she arrived at the company gate.

"Sister Ning Hui!"

Zeng Didi suddenly appeared from the side. He waved vigorously at Ning Hui in the car.

"You...you haven't left yet?"

"I've been waiting here, Sister Ning Hui."

"Hehe, you little rascal, get in the car, I'll give you a ride home."

Ning Hui gestured for Zeng Didi to get in the car quickly.

"You've been here for two hours?"

Ning Hui was a little surprised, and she was sure she was also a little touched.

"Hehe."

Zeng Didi grinned foolishly, "Sister Ning Hui, let's have dinner together later. I called my Sister Zeng, she's coming too. I have to thank you for the welcome dinner you gave me last time."

Judging from his words, this kid was quite quick-witted and could talk a good game. My wife had no reason to refuse this reason.

"Ah, your Sister Zeng is coming too, okay then. Where should we eat? Little rascal, you haven't even started earning your salary yet, how are you going to treat me?"

"Don't worry about that, Sister Ning Hui, thank you. I'm not familiar with the place yet, you can decide, Sister Ning Hui."

Zeng Didi was young after all, and he couldn't hide his cheerfulness as he spoke.

Ning Hui then found a very quiet and elegant place, a place Ning Hui often frequented.

Before Ning Hui and Zeng Didi entered the restaurant, if I were just a passerby and happened to witness such a stunningly handsome couple, I could only offer the compliment of "a match made in heaven." Otherwise, it wouldn't be enough to express the breathtaking chemistry between my wife's beauty and Zeng Didi's good looks.

Normally, when my wife and I go out, we get a lot of attention, but it's mostly men—a serious gender imbalance… But with Zeng Didi by my wife's side, the gender ratio immediately evens out. Add to that the well-meaning older folks who like to offer their blessings, and the attention is practically 100%!

They look like a perfect couple, practically needing Zeng Didi to take my wife's hand.

Ning Hui found a quiet spot and sat down, then asked Zeng Didi, "Where's your sister? When is she coming?"

"Yeah, I'll call her right away and tell her where she is."

He then picked up his phone.

The waiter brought the menu, and Ning Hui suddenly felt something was missing. She said to the waiter, "Huh, why isn't there any music today?"

"I'm sorry, miss, the sound system is broken today, and the pianist is sick and on leave."

Zeng Didi finished his call with Zeng Meimei and turned to the waiter, asking, "Is there a piano?"

The waiter nodded and pointed to a piano quietly tucked away in a corner of the hall.

"Sister Ning Hui wants to hear some music, waiter, can we play the piano?"

The young waitress looked at Ning Hui sensibly and smiled, "Please, sir."

Zeng Didi then put his phone on the table, his face full of eagerness, "Sister Ning Hui, I'll go now."

"Okay, thank you!"

Ning Hui suddenly looked up at the north side. I guess my wife was thinking, "Hmm, this child is quite cute."

After a while, a beautiful piano piece filled the hall... Richard Clayderman's "Ballade pour Atity" (Grade 10 piano)! I know it's the highest level of amateur skill. Damn, isn't this guy smart? He's got it all figured out. He's like me in that respect—a rare talent indeed.

When the waitress came over to pour tea again, she smiled at Ning Hui: "Your boyfriend is so handsome, and he plays the piano so well too."

Ning Hui suddenly felt her face burning. Just as she was about to protest, her phone rang, saving her from an awkward situation.

It was Zeng Meimei calling.

"Honey, I won't be coming over later. You two have a good chat, cultivate your feelings. This guy is completely smitten with you. Give you two some space. After you finish eating, go see a movie or something, have some romance, you hear me!"

"You rascal, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you trying to kill me?"

Ning Hui was so frustrated by Zeng Meimei's trickery that she stomped her feet.

Now, the melodious notes of "Für Elise" are flowing from Zeng's fingertips with deep emotion...

"I'm not trying to harm you, honey. Seriously, I have a favor to ask of you."

"What is it?"

"My grandma in the north, who is also my own grandma, is over eighty years old. She has cataracts and her health isn't good. She keeps saying that she's going blind and doesn't know how much longer she'll live. She says she wants to see if the north brings her a granddaughter-in-law before she goes blind. The north was raised by her grandma since she was a child, and they have a very deep bond. How about it, darling, help us out by pretending to be the north's girlfriend temporarily. When can we have the north take you back to my grandma's hometown in the north?"

"You...you're being ridiculous! How could you even think of something like this? I don't have time for that. Besides...what will my husband say?"

Ning Hui felt like she was being driven crazy by Zeng Meimei.

"Honey, neither of your two problems is a problem. First, it only takes a weekend. You can take a flight there Friday night and come back on Sunday. Of course, if you want to travel longer, we can have Beifang show you around. Second, I bet Ning's husband is eager for you to go!"

"You... are you... are there really such unreasonable people?"

Ning Hui was so anxious that she almost couldn't speak.

"Okay, okay, darling, please, this is a win-win situation. First, you'll become a great benefactor to our Zeng family, and second, you know what I mean, honey!"

Ning Hui's mind went blank. She could only hear the beautiful music still floating in the hall. It was the tune of "A Maiden's Prayer," the piano music was plaintive and sorrowful...

Chapter 37 A Live Broadcast Date

Ning Hui was the kind of woman whose every expression was written on her face, like a pool of clear water, crystal clear. This was a blessing for Ning, the cook, because with his wife's flower-like face as a backdrop, all sorts of coquettish, willful, angry, and charming expressions were vividly and endlessly portrayed, a truly breathtaking sight.

There's often a classic, old movie scene where a scoundrel or lecherous man harasses a beautiful and lovely heroine, always saying, "My beauty, you're so adorable when you're angry!"

Ning, the cook, would watch Ning Hui's pitiful, tearful expressions, often finding a sweet, secret pleasure in it.

Having a beautiful wife at home, even her angry moments were a sight to behold—Ning was making the most of his resources. This shows that Ning wasn't just a deeply unfathomable cuckold enthusiast, but also someone who truly appreciated female beauty, someone who understood life, someone who didn't just think about sex when it came to beautiful women, someone whose lust had transcended base desires.

However, the situation was different when Ning Hui returned home after dinner with Zeng's younger brother. Although Ning Hui still looked adorable with her lips pursed and a hint of sullenness, her husband sensed something was off. Usually, no matter how tightly Ning Hui kept her lips pursed, she would at least say a few words. But tonight, she completely shut him out, ignoring all his attempts at teasing and joking.

I sensed something was amiss. When I got off work, Ning Hui called to say that Zeng's younger brother had invited her and Zeng Meimei to dinner. I was overjoyed and scolded Zeng Meimei for being so inconsiderate, meddling in my wife's date with a handsome guy.

Now it seemed that tonight's date with the handsome guy wasn't going to go smoothly.

I carefully helped my wife wash up and get into bed—I'd always thought that the bed was an important place to resolve many difficulties between people. You're talking about people, specifically men and women, right? When they're free from the constraints of clothing, naked and exposed to each other, it's like being free from worldly ties. With openness and honesty, what kind of hearts can't communicate?

Seems like I've gone off-topic.

"What's wrong, honey? You're biting your lip like you've got a grudge against someone."

I firmly believe there's no woman in this world that can't be coaxed, so I used all my knowledge of coaxing techniques, gently pulling my wife into my arms—the principle here is that when a woman feels strongly cared for, her delicate and vulnerable side is exposed, thus arousing her deepest desire to confide…

"…"

Ning Hui continued her attitude of "you say yours, I'll keep biting my lip. "

"Who bullied you, honey?"

I looked at Ning Hui's lip, which was even marked with teeth marks, and felt genuinely sorry for her.

"Hmph!"

Finally—did you hear that? My wife finally hummed!

Oh my god, Chairman Mao said perseverance is victory, and Ning Hui said there's no woman in this world that can't be coaxed—they're both right.

"What's wrong? Someone really bullied you? Tell your husband who it was! Hey, with my fiery temper, I don't believe anyone dares to bully my wife again!"

I said excitedly, rolling up my sleeves and patting my chest.

"It's you who bullied me! Humph, Zeng Meimei bullied me, and you bullied me too, boohoo..." She

'd gotten carried away, her urge to vent had gone too far, and Ning Hui started sobbing, hitting me all over.

"What's wrong, honey? Why did Zeng Daxia and I bully you again?"

I asked, a little wryly and confused, but I had to use a comforting tone.

"Waaah...you know...this Zeng Meimei..."

"What happened to Zeng Daxia?"

"She..."

"What happened to her..."

"She...she actually went so far as to ask me to pretend to be Beifang's girlfriend and go back to his hometown to see his grandmother...you tell me, isn't she bullying me? What does she take me for?"

I've always had an unfulfilled dream, hoping to make a movie someday, the kind where I direct and star—now I suddenly realize that dreams are like this—far away, yet so close! Damn it, this kind of melodramatic and bizarre plot that could only exist in movies is suddenly appearing before my eyes!

"Wait...wait, did I hear that right? Why would she do that?"

I admit that at this moment I felt a very unreal, dreamlike feeling, and I had a rare doubt about the existence of my ears.

"Yeah, she called me today, saying that Beifang's grandmother, who is also Zeng Meimei's grandmother, has cataracts and wants to see her granddaughter-in-law before she goes blind. Does she think this is a movie?"

It's clear that Ning Hui is full of grievances.

"So what did you say to her?"

I asked calmly.

A truly strong person has a fitting definition—they display extraordinary composure in the face of opportunity.

Take, for example, Ning, the cook—what kind of opportunity is this? Undoubtedly, this will be a chance for my wife and Zeng, a chance to be alone together for an extended period, allowing for any possibility to arise!

My heart pounded, and I felt an irresistible urge to jump. I hadn't expected this opportunity to come so quickly—I suppressed my overwhelming joy.

"Of course I told her no! I said, 'How could you even think of that? How am I supposed to tell my husband? Honey, how could you bear to let me be someone else's girlfriend?'"

Ning Hui looked at me, and I could see the pleading look in her eyes—this allowed me, with my sharp, insightful observation, to see that my wife's seemingly refusal concealed inner conflict and struggle—if she wanted a firm refusal, why would she need my help? She could have simply told Zeng Meimei that this was impossible under any circumstances; why use Ning as a shield?

In truth, Ning Hui subconsciously understood what this fake girlfriend trip would mean if it went ahead—she already had a hopeless cuckolded husband who acted as if he couldn't live without his wife's infidelity, which was troublesome enough, plus the troublesome Zeng Meimei, and in front of her was a real, handsome, and vibrant young man that few women could resist!

If she could betray her nature at any moment, being with such a handsome man, no matter the method or angle, would be an incredibly pleasant experience—a fact that you can't deny if you're not being sentimental.

However, I was still deeply moved by Ning Hui's attitude of essentially handing over the decision to me, which showed my unparalleled importance in my wife's heart.

Silence...

In that instant when the air seemed to freeze, I suddenly planted a tender kiss on Ning Hui's lips, then softly uttered, "Darling, what if your husband agrees?"

I can't describe the complex expression on Ning Hui's face after hearing her husband's casual remark. No single word could accurately capture the depth of her emotions: shock, bewilderment, excitement...

"You...you've lost your mind, husband?"

Ning Hui probably hadn't expected her husband to go this far, her face contorted with surprise. "I'm your wife! You want me...you want me to be someone else's girlfriend? What kind of nonsense is this? Don't you want more trouble?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just hoping something happens."

I grinned mischievously.

"You...I knew you were bullying me,"

Ning Hui bit her lip, looking utterly wronged.

You have to admire Zeng Meimei's motherly spirit; coincidentally, she called Ning Hui's cell phone this late at night.

Then I heard Zeng Meimei's boisterous voice on the phone: "Honey, how did it go? Did you ask Ning's husband for permission?"

"I...I..." Ning Hui stammered, unsure how to answer, her face flushed red.

Seeing this, I grabbed the phone and, before Ning Hui could react, quickly said, "Okay, okay, Ning Hui told me. You said my wife and you two should go out for some fun, and I'm completely at ease. I have no objections. Anyway, Ning Hui's been quite depressed at work lately. Your job is to keep my wife entertained, you hear? You two can go anywhere. If my wife has a good time, I'll treat you to dinner. You can choose what you want."

I bet Zeng Meimei on the other end of the line was completely bewildered; the information in her words was quite confusing. She pondered for a long time, but Zeng Meimei reacted quickly, replying, "Haha, I already told Ning Hui that Ning Zhufu is a good comrade, how could he disagree? I will definitely take good care of your wife, don't worry. I'll take responsibility if your wife is unhappy. I'll definitely treat you to dinner later."

It seems that Zeng Meimei is also a master of lying. Before the truth is revealed, her words are perfectly in line with mine, putting on an act for me—encouraging my wife to cheat, and then expecting me to treat her to dinner

later. What kind of world is this?! Ning Hui was left stunned with a head full of questions, but one thing was clear to her—this trip pretending to be his girlfriend had been agreed to by Ning Zhufu in such an absurd way, and it seemed that there was no way to delay it.

For the next period of time, my task was to slowly catalyze Ning Hui, helping my wife relax and prepare for the trip. At the same time, that woman Zeng Meimei was also secretly working hard, calling Ning Hui every now and then to brag for half a day. Most importantly, Zeng's younger brother invited Ning Hui out twice more. Once for dinner, and the other time, supposedly to watch him play basketball. It was an amateur game between Zeng's Northern Company and another company, but Zeng's younger brother, who had played in CUBA, stood out in this kind of game. Coupled with his handsome and masculine appearance, he undoubtedly became the most dazzling star of the entire game. He instantly captivated a large group of cheerleaders from Zeng's company and the opposing team. After the game, Zeng's younger brother emerged from the court surrounded by admirers, not even glancing at the girls who were trying to get his attention. He went straight to Ning Hui on the sidelines and led her away from the court amidst envious and jealous stares from the crowd.

Whether Ning Hui felt a sense of satisfaction from being the only one favored by so many beauties is unknown, but on these two occasions when she returned home, Ning Hui talked more about Zeng's handsome brother, describing how well he played basketball, saying that he could jump up and slam the ball into the hoop.

That's called a dunk, silly wife.

Ning Hui casually remarked, "This kid's still young—but he's quite caring. He's really grown up, not a little kid anymore."

This really excited me. My wife was undoubtedly getting into character, even if she herself might not realize it.

The date was finally set: this weekend.

Today is Wednesday, which means the day after tomorrow… I started to get incredibly excited.

I timed it perfectly for Thursday night. I got Ning Hui to bed early, then brought out my laptop and played a particularly beautifully filmed adult movie. These kinds of erotic films with a plot are always a woman's cup of tea, and my wife is no exception.

Usually, this show serves as an aphrodisiac for our daily sex life. Often, when my wife is watching with great interest and aroused, I take advantage of the situation and have sex with her—the feeling is simply wonderful.

While watching the porn, my hands were naturally busy. I teased her nipples, combed her pubic hair, and stroked her vulva. Knowing Ning Hui's sensitive spots and how to make my wife feel good, I skillfully controlled the valves to arouse her pleasure, following the rhythm of the plot.

Before long, Ning Hui was already aroused and wet.

The male lead in the porn happened to be an incredibly handsome man, which was obviously part of my scheme.

"Hmm, darling, how is it? Isn't that guy handsome? How wonderful it would be to spend a night with him. Don't you want to, wife? Look how good that woman feels being penetrated by his cock."

I licked Ning Hui's earlobe and pinched her erect nipples in my hand.

"Mmm, you're so naughty, husband,"

Ning Hui murmured involuntarily.

"Isn't your boyfriend even more handsome than him, wife? Don't you want your handsome little boyfriend's cock to penetrate you like that?"

The porn was just a catalyst; the real goal was to get Zeng Xiaodong involved.

"What nonsense are you talking about, honey... What boyfriend? You actually believed that?... Mmm..."

Ning Hui moaned, her voice barely contained, yet somewhat suppressed.

"Hehehe, it's true, you're already his girlfriend. This time, I really want you to lose your virginity to him."

As I said this, my penis was at its maximum erection.

"Don't think like that... I agreed to go with him... but I didn't agree to lose my virginity to him... Mmm..."

Ning Hui was already limp as a rag doll.

"Hmph, if I give my wife to him as his girlfriend, and it's just in name only, then I'll be at a huge loss."

"What kind of person are you, honey... You feel like you're losing out if you don't let someone take advantage of your wife... Mmm..."

Ning Hui continued to whimper.

Suddenly, I abruptly released Ning Hui's body and shut the door. "Okay, wife, I still have to finish a manuscript. You go to sleep first; you have to go to work tomorrow."

Before Ning Hui could react, I had already gotten off the bed, leaving my wife with a body burning with desire but unable to release it, and a surprised face...

Wife, please don't blame me for slamming on the brakes so hard.

The next evening, I used the same trick again. Just as I was getting my wife's body to the point where the floodgates of desire were about to open, I stopped abruptly once more…

My silly wife had no idea that my clever husband was always coming up with new schemes—it turned out I was playing the thirty-seventh tactic: first, suppress, then elevate. I'd thoroughly arouse her, then starve her, and after several rounds of this, when I presented her to Zeng, she'd be a lustful, unsatisfied tigress! I refused to believe that, alone with such a handsome man serving her these past two days, she wouldn't obediently submit.

Zeng, you've met your perfect NTR husband, Uncle Zeng—you're incredibly lucky! I've done all the preparations for you; whether you can win over my wife is up to fate.

On Friday night, after some hesitation, my wife finally boarded a flight north with Zeng.

It would take about two hours to fly to Zeng's younger brother's hometown, and I figured we'd arrive and settle in late at night.

Before the trip, Ning Hui asked Zeng Meimei two questions. First, because her grandmother lived with her parents, Ning Hui, worried about the awkwardness, asked if Zeng's parents knew about her pretending to be her girlfriend. Zeng Meimei said they did, but she'd already told them, just to appease the old folks.

Second, she asked if Zeng knew about Ning's husband's affair. Zeng Meimei smiled mischievously and said of course not, otherwise it would scare the little guy. Ning Hui then instructed Zeng Meimei not to let Zeng know, otherwise she'd be utterly embarrassed.

From the moment Ning Hui left home, I was naturally caught in a state of extreme excitement and trepidation. I was calculating when Ning Hui and Zeng's younger brother—no, I should say my wife and her boyfriend—would arrive, and how they would stay that night—the latter question alone gave me a strange sense of exhilaration.

Finally, around ten o'clock, Ning Hui's text message arrived, "Honey, the plane landed safely."

I breathed a long sigh of relief, then replied with another text message, continuing my anxious wait: "Okay, honey, text me when you're settled."

After a while, Ning Hui texted again: "Arrived at his house. Honey, it's all your fault for making me come. It was so embarrassing! His grandma heard we were coming and stayed up all night waiting. As soon as she saw me, she grabbed me and kept talking."

"Hehehe, good, honey. Since you're here—oh no, since you're leaving—make the best of it. You're his girlfriend now, so behave well. I'm more concerned about where you're sleeping tonight. Let me know later."

"You're always overthinking things!"

Then came a long wait... I imagined all sorts of things that might happen tonight, but Ning Hui's text message never came. Damn it, honey, don't torture me like this!

I can't remember when it was, but I finally received a text from my wife. It was short: "I've gone to bed with you, honey."

"Where are you staying?"

"At his place. I'm sleeping in the room up north."

My heart nearly jumped out of my throat with excitement: "Wow! You two are sleeping together?"

"Get lost, he's sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

" "He's already asleep?"

"Yes, he is."

"Just that simple?"

"Yes, that's all."

"Sigh, this doesn't seem like a couple at all."

"What are you thinking? Oh, honey, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"It's hilarious! North just showed me his old diary entries."

"Hehehe, what did he write? Did he write that he had a crush on you?"

I quickly realized.

"How did you know?"

Oh my god, it really was!

"Who am I? Did this guy really write that?"

"Yeah, he showed me his diary from when he came to our place for summer vacation. He really wrote that he liked me, compared me to the Seven Fairies, called Zeng Meimei a wicked old woman, said I was pretty, and liked me a lot."

"Hehehe, look how happy you are, aren't you very satisfied, wife?"

"Hehe, a little bit. I'll tell you when I get back, it made my stomach hurt from laughing."

"Looks like you've accidentally become someone's dream girl, haha, did nothing happen between you two just now?"

Suddenly the rhythm of texting back and forth was disrupted, and Ning Hui's text message didn't come for a while.

I sent another text message: "What's wrong, wife? I asked you, why haven't you replied for so long? Is it inconvenient?"

This time Ning Hui's text message came back quickly: "Honey, I don't know if that counts as something happening."

"What happened?"

I got excited again.

"Honey, don't be angry, he just kissed me."

"Huh? What happened?"

My penis started to get hard, for the English proverb: A good beginning is half the battle.

"He was so persistent just now. After showing me his diary, he told me he'd always liked me, that I was his goddess and stuff... Then he just stayed in the room and wouldn't leave. I told him to leave, and he said he'd only leave if I agreed to one condition."

"Hehehe, the condition was that he kiss you?"

"Yeah, he was so persistent, I had no choice but to agree."

"Wow! What did it feel like? A French kiss?"

"He was thrilled, I only let him kiss my cheek!"

"Hehehe, good job, wife, it's good to tease him a little! It's late, darling, you should go to sleep." "Okay,

goodnight, husband."

I thought tonight was over. I'd been on edge all night and was quite tired, so I quickly fell asleep. I don't know how much time had passed, but in my hazy state, I suddenly felt a text message coming in. I opened the message and saw it was from my wife. It was just one short line: "Honey, I can't sleep. I miss you."

Seeing this message, I chuckled to myself. I knew my scheme of deliberately teasing my wife without satisfying her these past two days had finally paid off. I bet this "missing" was mostly driven by physical needs…

The next day was Saturday.

Early in the morning, I texted her: "What are your plans for today, honey?"

Ning Hui replied quickly: "Spend the morning at home with the elders, go out for lunch with his family, and in the afternoon, Beifang said he'd take me sightseeing."

Since my return flight was for tomorrow, today was crucial—for Ning, his wife had already lost her virginity to Mr. Wang; for Mr. Wang, whether his wife had lost her virginity to Zeng's younger brother depended on today.

The thought of my wife being taken out by a handsome guy in the afternoon once again set my imagination running wild.

"Honey, text me when you go out with him. I want to livestream the whole thing."

"How did you even think of that? How do you livestream it?"

"Texting."

"Is it convenient to keep texting when you're with him?"

"Tell him your husband is watching you closely, demanding a text every half hour to report what he's doing."

"Haha, wouldn't that scare him? He wouldn't dare do anything he wants then."

It's clear the wife is getting into the swing of things, starting to joke around.

"Whatever, the bold will die from lust, the timid will die from pent-up desire!"

"You rascal!"

...

I waited listlessly, my emotions a mix of boredom and excitement, until after 5 PM when Ning Hui's text finally arrived: "Honey, we're off! She's taking me to eat local specialties in the north."

Something's up! Did you notice? My wife used "we" as her pronoun! —My wife has officially started dating Zeng!

I've been eagerly anticipating something happening between my wife and this handsome Zeng guy I'd only ever heard of. Now that it's actually happening, I feel a mix of excitement and a little bitterness.

"Okay, have fun, honey. Report any new developments!"

"Got it." —The psychological significance of my wife's reply is that Ning Hui understands something's definitely going to happen.

After that, all I could do was wait...wait.

I'd already experienced this kind of waiting once before, when Ning Hui and Boss Wang went to the hot springs. When it happened again, I still felt this thrill and torment.

I've never felt time pass so slowly...so slowly, like the sun, moon, and stars, a world apart.

Almost three hours had passed, and there was still no fighting on the northern front. I couldn't help but send a text: "How's it going, honey? What are you doing now?"

"Just finished eating. Went shopping with Beifang for a bit."

"Oh, how did you go shopping?"

"What do you mean, how did you go shopping? How else would you go shopping?"

"Duh! You're a couple now, you can't just not hold hands or anything, can you?"

"Oh, we held hands."

Oh, my dick suddenly started to feel a satisfying hardness!

"Why didn't you tell me? Didn't you say you'd tell me if anything happened?"

"Oh, honey, does this count? I'm sorry, I understand. Honey, don't be angry. It's like this: after dinner, he insisted on holding my hand, saying I'm his girlfriend now and he has to. I initially refused, but I couldn't resist and he finally did."

"Hehehe, honey, don't be angry. Remember, you must report any new developments immediately!"

"Okay, I know, honey. We only had time to send you so many texts because we were resting in the square. If I don't have time later, I'll send shorter ones, which might cause some delays. Don't be angry, honey."

Haha, look at my wife's understanding heart.

"Where are we going next?"

"The North said to wander around a bit more and then go see a late-night movie."

"Hahaha, okay, that's the trick I used to woo you back then! Find a bad movie to watch, that way it'll be less crowded and more convenient."

"Get lost, you pervert!"

...

A late-night movie, what's going on? Anyone who's ever had a boyfriend knows! —I suddenly remembered the scene of Ning Hui and me passionately kissing in the movie theater years ago—hehehe, is my wife going to do the same thing again later? And that man isn't me anymore!

"We're in the movie theater, honey, there aren't many people."

After a while, Ning Hui's text message came again. Damn it, things are really developing as expected.

"Mmm, looking forward to my wife's steamy movie with the handsome guy."

"Bad husband! He touched me before we went into the movie theater."

Oh—I let out a long sigh, accompanied by my penis saluting this text message like an iron rod.

"Hahaha, this kid has quite the guts."

...

Then Ning Hui's text messages kept skipping around, coming in one after another.

"He's so annoying, he's holding me so tightly, he wants to... kiss me, I won't let him."

"Didn't he already kiss you yesterday? Did you give in?"

"Yeah, now he's kissing me..."

"Kissing? French kissing?"

"Yeah, honey."

"His tongue went into your mouth?"

"Yeah."

"Your tongue went into his mouth too."

"Yeah."

My hand couldn't ignore the throbbing of my penis, so I started slowly stroking it.

"How did his kiss feel, wife?"

"A little sweet."

"Did his hand go inside your clothes?"

"Yes, I couldn't stop it..." "Did he

touch your breasts?"

"Yes."

If I hadn't been holding back a surge of intense urge in my penis with all my might, I would have already ejaculated from this text message.

"Was it good? Answer no or yeah."

"Mmm-hmm."

Oh my god, did you hear that? My wife answered with two 'mmm's!"

"Honey, he wants me to go to a hotel later, what should I do?"

"I only have one question for you, are you wet down there?"

"Yeah, sticky."

"With such a strong reaction, why are you even asking me? Go!"

A little while later, a text message came. I thought it was from my wife, but when I looked, it was from Luo Xiaoyan: "Brother Nan, I know I shouldn't bother you on the weekend, but... if it's convenient for you, I'm at the bar we went to last time. I want to drink, can you keep me company?" Chapter 38 of

12-04 : Luo Xiaoyan really wasn't wearing a bra . I don't know if this counts as telepathy, but it seems that every time I'm in a hurry, Luo Xiaoyan always appears—Ever since "Princess Pearl" was born, I haven't had a good impression of that actress surnamed Zhao, famous for her big mouth but unclear speech, who played the innocent-looking swallow. But now, this swallow that my wife always calls my swallow has completely changed my impression of swallows. Goebbels said that a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth. His wife often said this, and in Ning's subconscious, it seemed he genuinely considered her his "swallow" (a term of endearment for a woman). This feeling was further confirmed after the last time he drunkenly slept in her room—he remembered kissing Jin Xiangyu in his dream, and when he woke up, Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, filled with deep affection yet sorrow, as she wiped the lipstick from his lips. He admitted he almost dared not look into that gaze; it was so heart-wrenching. He stared blankly at Luo Xiaoyan's text message: "Can you stay with me?"—"Stay," what a warm word. When a girl uses "stay with me" to express her interaction with you, it means she has already opened a warm window to you in her heart. His heart warmed. But before I could even pause to think it over, Ning Hui's text message arrived: "Honey, isn't this a bit much?" "There's no good or bad, only happiness and unhappiness. Honey will always support you." Just as I was about to send this philosophical message, that bastard Ning Hui added a lewd comment: "When you're doing it, you'd better record some audio for me like last time, take some pictures or videos, I'm begging you!" Then this message, carrying Ning Hui's boundless imagination and anticipation, flew to the north, thousands of miles away. To go or not to go? Now I had to think about this question.

I suddenly remembered that time I flipped a coin to decide whether or not to go to my appointment with Luo Xiaoyan. I felt a bit contempt for Ning's petty, underhanded tactics. He clearly wanted to go, so why pretend to flip a coin? Ning, you're a man, what are you pretending for?

To avoid being pretentious, I decided not to flip a coin this time. Even though I didn't know what going there, with only Yanzi by my side and no wife, would mean.

Besides, there are two possibilities for a woman to drink: either she really wants to, or she doesn't.

What if it's the latter? This suddenly made me feel a little heavy-hearted.

When I arrived at the bar, Luo Xiaoyan had already finished half a bottle of liquor. I glanced at the bottle—damn, whiskey. Strong liquor, equivalent to our baijiu.

Seeing me arrive, Luo Xiaoyan managed a weak smile: "Nan... Brother Nan, you're here. I'm sorry to bother you on the weekend. Is your wife here...? Am I causing you trouble again?"

"Hehe, what trouble? Do I, a grown man, need my wife's permission to go anywhere?"

You're just bragging, Ning the cook. If your wife were home tonight, you wouldn't dare come even if you had eight lives.

"I know it's not good to make you come out like this... but..."

Luo Xiaoyan called the waiter for another empty glass and poured some wine. Her perfectly sculpted hand holding the bottle was so beautiful.

So...sexy.

"It's alright, she's away on a business trip again,"

I said casually.

I noticed Luo Xiaoyan's hand trembled slightly as she poured the wine.

"How can your company's boss be so heartless? They don't even let people rest on weekends!"

"Hehehe, she's busy with work,"

I continued, feigning indifference. Naive Xiaoyan, I don't know if she has any humanity, but now that she's with a handsome guy, maybe she's already...very lustful! Seeing the sincere and kind expression on Luo Xiaoyan's face as she spoke, I felt a pang of pity and quickly changed the subject: "What's wrong today? Why are you drinking alone?"

"..."

Luo Xiaoyan's lips moved slightly, then she picked up her glass. "Come on, Brother Nan, nothing's wrong, I just want to drink today."

Luo Xiaoyan had found a secluded seat. The dim light from the bar obscured the contours of her usually delicate face, leaving behind a hazy, swaying beauty.

But my heart tightened. Hearing Luo Xiaoyan holding her glass and speaking as if it were mineral water, I was 100% certain that her drinking today was for the latter reason—she didn't actually want to drink; she was drowning her sorrows.

"Xiaoyan... are you alright?"

I asked with concern, suddenly feeling a heavy weight on my shoulders—so this is what it means to be so responsible when you're trying to pick up a girl—I realized it was this girl in front of me who had made me lose my composure; even her slightest joy or sorrow could stir up ripples in my heart. I first noticed Luo Xiaoyan's unique and ethereal beauty amidst the dazzling array of flowers. I admit, this beauty stirred a deep, unspoken emotion within me—a feeling that had been buried deep within a dusty corner of my heart, one I dared not admit, for I couldn't bear to touch it.

For touching it would stir up the dust.

"No...it's nothing,"

Luo Xiaoyan tilted her head back and downed half a glass of wine in one gulp.

Girl, that's not how you drink!

I quickly grabbed Luo Xiaoyan's hand: "Xiaoyan, don't drink like that, it'll hurt your health. Tell me what's wrong, okay?"

"Don't worry about me, Brother Nan, you drink too! I want you to drink with me!"

Luo Xiaoyan poured herself another glass and insisted on clinking glasses with me, meaning I couldn't refuse.

I couldn't resist, so I raised my glass and took a sip.

"No way, Brother Nan, bottoms up!"

Before I could react, Luo Xiaoyan tilted her head back again, emptying the remaining half-glass. When Luo Xiaoyan tilted her head back, the line of her neck was long and beautiful. Even in the dim light, it reflected a wheat-colored sheen.

Seeing how foreigners drink whiskey like this, I realized the situation was serious. I pondered how to stop Xiaoyan from drinking whiskey like mineral water.

"Okay, okay, I'll drink it,"

I said, holding my glass with a very serious expression. "But promise me you won't drink whiskey like it's mineral water, okay? Let's drink it slowly."

"Hmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan's lips curled up, but she hesitated, clearly feeling quite uncomfortable from the strong reaction to the two glasses of strong liquor. Tears were almost welling up in her eyes. "Okay, Brother Nan, I'm so happy you could come today."

I had witnessed Luo Xiaoyan's unfathomable drinking capacity before. I guessed that even two Ning-style cooks wouldn't be her cup of tea. Last time, she was the one who advised me not to drink too much, but today she changed her mind. After a while, the first bottle of whiskey was empty, and Luo Xiaoyan firmly asked for another bottle. I couldn't persuade her otherwise. The usually gentle and obedient Xiaoyan in front of me was actually so bold and chivalrous. I kept wondering how she developed such a high alcohol tolerance.

I then rattled off a string of jokes I could think of, desperately trying to make her laugh, but I couldn't get Luo Xiaoyan to laugh. Instead, I noticed tears welling up in her eyes from time to time. Of course, I didn't believe it was from the strong liquor she was drinking.

But under my supervision, she stopped drinking so much.

What was truly astonishing was that even in such a bad mood, Luo Xiaoyan maintained impeccable posture, displaying the professionalism of a top model. Looking at her straight on, I could still catch a glimpse of her breasts, which had made my heart flutter countless times.

The serious atmosphere today prevented me from being too bold as to investigate whether she was still wearing a bra or not.

A woman with even a little bit of attractiveness is alluring enough without a bra, but a woman like Luo Xiaoyan who goes braless for a long time… I shuddered, still unable to resist the thought.

Damn you, Ning, thinking about this at a time like this—I think you're a truly shameful, lewd bastard.

Luo Xiaoyan still wouldn't tell me what was wrong with her today, still saying nothing was wrong, and then kept raising her glass, sometimes completely ignoring my drinking pace and frequency—it was the first time I'd ever seen someone drink foreign baijiu like that.

When Luo Xiaoyan was about to order a third bottle, I decisively stopped her, saying that if she kept drinking like this, I wouldn't drink with her next time.

This trick worked; Luo Xiaoyan listened and didn't order any more drinks, but just stared at me for a while with eyes that had become hazy under the influence of alcohol or the tenderness that had already risen in her heart for Ning Zhufu—suddenly her body tilted, her head slid down onto the table in slow motion, and she fell into a daze. ...

When Luo Xiaoyan woke up again, almost two hours later. She was lying on the sofa in her apartment where I had been lying last time. I admit I haven't done this kind of physical work in a long time; what kind of fearless spirit does it take to bring home someone taller than me who has drunk herself into a stupor by drinking foreign baijiu like mineral water?

But—this time, I truly felt the intoxicating allure emanating from Luo Xiaoyan. Unlike last time, when I was practically unconscious, this time, when I took Luo Xiaoyan home, she slumped her soft, yielding body against me. Anyone who didn't know better would think I was deliberately being a pervert—I admit I was a bit deliberately acting drunk last time, but not this time—although I admit I couldn't help but hold Luo Xiaoyan's slender waist and other parts of her body. In particular, sitting in the taxi, I used my sense of touch, not sight, to confirm that Luo Xiaoyan was still not wearing a bra tonight.

When her breasts were pressed tightly against me, I didn't feel the usual barrier of an inner fabric.

That firm, rounded, and warm feeling went straight to my chest.

My heart rose and fell with that indescribable sensation.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but during the twenty-odd-minute taxi ride, Luo Xiaoyan's hand was intertwined with mine...

"I... how did I get back?"

Luo Xiaoyan's first words upon waking were...

"You walked back yourself."

I smiled and handed her a cup of hot water.

"Brother Nan, I'm sorry. I... I was too out of control today."

Luo Xiaoyan seemed to have truly sobered up. "I've caused you trouble."

"Don't be so polite with me."

It was only today that I saw Luo Xiaoyan's face clearly under such bright lights—tonight, her bare face, without any makeup, revealed a heartbreaking yet beautifully glorious side under the influence of the foreign liquor. It was a kind of pitiful beauty that made you want to get closer, but the lines as clear as her body were so bright and pure, so unapproachable.

"It's late, isn't it?"

Luo Xiaoyan took a sip of water, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly again, making a helpless smile.

"It's getting late."

I finally saw the two pointed bulges on Luo Xiaoyan's chest, revealed by her tight-fitting blouse after she took off her coat—oh my god, let's hurry up and get going, Ning the cook, we're going to make a mistake if we stay any longer—damn it, I already wanted to put my hand inside her in the taxi.

Sorry, I'm a man, I don't pretend. Who the hell can resist this temptation? I

stood up, looked at the ceiling to try to calm myself down, and then sighed—those two buds must be so beautiful, let someone else pluck them—I'm a married man, "Looks like you're sober now, I should go home, it's very late."

I admit that I said this with a lot of concern in my heart, both for those two buds that once again confirmed she wasn't wearing a bra, and for Luo Xiaoyan's extremely unusual mood tonight.

But after all, it's not right for a man and a woman to be alone in a single young woman's room, I still have basic morals. Luo Xiaoyan must have encountered something quite upsetting. I wouldn't get a clear answer today; I'd try again when she was in a better mood.

So I moved my heavy feet, intending to leave.

"Brother Nan..."

Luo Xiaoyan leaned up from the sofa, looking at me with a pleading gaze, her eyes like a drifting flower in water, heartbreaking. "Could you... stay with me tonight?"

I thought I misheard, that it sounded like thunder outside, because hearing those words felt like a bolt from the blue.

I twitched, trying to prove what I'd heard was real, but I found my hand already in Luo Xiaoyan's. I felt a delicate, tender affection flowing between our fingers.

One second, two seconds... I lost all sense of space and time.

I just felt so absurd. My mind was filled with images of bare breasts, while this girl was offering such tender affection to a scoundrel.

Ning, how could you bear this?

This time, it wasn't a dream, nor was it a journey through a sandstorm-swept desert to find the Dragon Gate Inn and Jin Xiangyu.

I finally came to my senses; the Jin Xiangyu I had been searching for in my dream was right before my eyes. I pulled Luo Xiaoyan up forcefully, speechless. I couldn't tell if it was emotion, desire, or the infatuation I felt at first sight that had been owed an explanation and had to be repaid today.

I don't know where the strength came from, but I lifted Luo Xiaoyan, who was taller than me, and carried her towards the bedroom.

Then, my lips pressed tightly against Luo Xiaoyan's—the instant our lips met, I felt a sweet taste, like a parched land, exactly like in my dream, only with a hint of foreign liquor.

I found myself uneasy, yet this kiss thrilled me so much that I could hear my heart pounding like a drum—Luo Xiaoyan's chest heaved violently, the rhythm of her heartbeat mirroring my own.

I could feel Luo Xiaoyan's strong desire as she returned my kiss. Actually, Luo Xiaoyan's kissing wasn't very skillful; at first, she didn't even know how to soothe my tongue as it entered her mouth. But I felt that every slightly flustered sucking and biting motion of hers came from the deepest emotions within her heart.

I gently placed this body, perfectly united by bone and flesh, brimming with youthful vitality, on the bed. My lips, which had been locked in a passionate kiss for several minutes, finally parted. That passionate kiss left me deeply moved, the aftertaste lingering in my mouth the sweet nectar of a beautiful woman and the still-strong flavor of strong liquor. Luo Xiaoyan breathed softly, her eyes, which had been closed, slowly opening during this brief respite. At that moment, Luo Xiaoyan's gaze was like a small boat in a vast ocean finding an island to dock on, even though we both knew that this connection might only be fleeting, a momentary moment of paradise.

It was this feeling, this fleeting reality, that kept our bodies pressed tightly together.

"Brother Nan... Brother Nan..."

Luo Xiaoyan softly called my name beneath me. Her arms clung tightly to my neck, as if afraid I would slip away from her embrace like an eel, wishing she could bear all my weight.

Suddenly, I saw two lines of tears slide down Luo Xiaoyan's cheeks, filling me with tenderness. I pressed my lips to hers, gently licking her eyes. "Don't cry, don't cry... Xiaoyan, don't cry."

"Brother Nan... Brother Nan... I'm sorry, did I do something wrong? Did I make things difficult for you?"

Perhaps moved by my gentle caresses, Luo Xiaoyan said, "But I love you! I love you!"

Her tender words echoed in my ears, filling me with a profound sense of happiness. I was overwhelmed with emotion. What had I done to deserve such a beautiful, angelic girl like myself? I suddenly felt the heavens had been so kind to me, even though this kindness felt so heavy, something I was destined to be unable to bear.

While Luo Xiaoyan was crying, she continued to kiss me. This time, she knew to put her tongue into my mouth and let me suck on it gently. I could feel her body sobbing and trembling as I sucked on her tongue. I could still feel two round and firm breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and I could even feel the erect nipples, which made my whole body tremble with excitement.

I could no longer suppress the surging hormones within me. I closed my eyes, thinking that this way I could deceive myself into believing that I wouldn't have to take responsibility for the lewd things I was about to do—I tugged at the hem of Luo Xiaoyan's thin, tight-fitting clothes with both hands. Luo Xiaoyan sensed that something was about to happen, but she didn't stop me. She was still murmuring my name, "Brother Nan..."

My hands finally rolled up the hem of her clothes...

Inch by inch, Luo Xiaoyan's upper body skin was revealed. From bottom to top, her wheat-colored skin shone with a white sheen. Her skin was as smooth as satin, and her navel was so alluringly round that it made my heart flutter. Further up... the rolled-up hem revealed half of her erect breast.

I held my breath, almost able to hear the blood boiling in my veins…

When Luo Xiaoyan’s breasts burst forth from her stripped clothes, when those two buds, which had so many times stood proudly before me through the thin veil, truly came into view, I felt a kind of unreal excitement. This unreality stemmed from their overly perfect shape. Even though Luo Xiaoyan was lying flat on the bed, they still stood out like two small, delicate peaks on her chest without losing their beauty in the slightest. The two buds stood tall and proud, fresh and tender, fragrant and alluring, just like Luo Xiaoyan’s beautiful and refined face, enticing you to come closer, yet you couldn’t bear to defile them.

That perfection suddenly made me want to cry.

Through her clothes, my mind was filled with lewd thoughts, but when those two buds truly bloomed before my eyes, I suddenly found my eyes moist, my heart filled with a Christ-like sense of holiness.

Luo Xiaoyan subconsciously placed her hands on her chest, her eyes slightly closed, cradling her breasts as if about to offer up a woman's most exquisite treasure.

My hands fell, caressing Luo Xiaoyan's slender fingers covering her breasts. I prepared to pry them off one by one; what I needed now was the feeling of holding those perfect breasts in my hands, overflowing with moisture.

Just as my fingers almost touched Luo Xiaoyan's breasts, just as I was about to remove her fingers and lean down to envelop those two luscious buds with my lips and tongue,

a voice suddenly echoed in my ears…

Don't judge me, that's how it is—many movies portray it this way.

The voice echoing in my ears was my wife, Ning Hui's: "If you ever go back to seeing that Yanzi or anything, I'm not finished with you!"

Then, I couldn't help but think of the three rules of the Ning Mansion: I stipulated that my wife had to report to me if she met with another man… So what was I today?

Suddenly, I felt that everything within reach, though so close, was also incredibly far away…

I felt that when my passion reached its uncontrollable peak, I discovered that it had nowhere to go.

I'm sorry, Xiao Yan.

I know how much I'm about to do will hurt Luo Xiao Yan.

This angelic girl, still waiting for me to bend down, still preparing to offer everything to me, will not receive my tenderness tonight… Although I spent almost the entire night, I still don't know why Luo Xiao Yan did this, why she offered herself to me at this moment.

As I covered Luo Xiao Yan's bare chest with my clothes and got up to leave, I saw that Luo Xiao Yan's eyes were already wet with tears.

But she was smiling, a smile so heartbreaking, so beautiful…

Leaving Luo Xiaoyan's apartment, I couldn't help but shed tears, silently sending a text message: "I'm sorry, Xiaoyan…"

A moment later, Luo Xiaoyan replied: "Actually, I'm already very content. Thank you, Brother Nan. It was so good to have you with me tonight. I understand, you're a good man."

Because of the long night yesterday, I didn't wake up until after ten o'clock the next day.

According to the plan, my wife's fake girlfriend trip should be over and she should be returning home. I subconsciously checked my phone and saw a text message from Ning Hui, sent about an hour ago: "What are you doing, honey?"

"Just woke up. Honey, where are you? What happened last night?"

I replied.

"I'm at his house now. I went there last night."

"You went to a hotel? Wow, that's great! Tell your husband how good it was!"

"Yeah, we went to a hotel. But you were disappointed, honey."

"What happened? Didn't you manage

to do it?" "Yeah, we didn't."

"Then what were you doing in a hotel all night?"

I was both annoyed and amused by this silly wife.

"Yeah, it was just kissing and touching him and stuff."

"So what happened last night?"

"Well, actually he kissed my breasts, but I didn't give in."

"Did you touch his penis?" "Yeah,

he pulled my hand and touched it."

"Is it big? "

"Yes."

"Hehehe, how did he kiss your breasts? Was it comfortable?" "

Same as you, hehe, he was really eager, like he couldn't get enough of it, it felt pretty good. I almost orgasmed."

"Tch, why didn't you give in after all that?"

"I don't know why, but later I suddenly felt uneasy, really anxious, like something was missing, so I didn't give in, no matter how much he begged me, I just wouldn't."

"You're like a lamb to the slaughter, do you think that guy will let you go?"

"Yeah, he was so persistent, he only stopped after I made a condition."

"What condition?"

"He wants me to continue being his girlfriend."

"You agreed? So how did you two sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I agreed to him. I had no choice, otherwise he would have insisted on coming last night. We slept in the same bed last night, he cuddled me while we slept. Honey, are you angry?"

"No, but isn't this a waste of precious time? You slept naked?"

"Yeah, he wouldn't let me wear clothes to bed, but I was wearing underwear."

"Will he behave himself at night?"

"At first he started touching me and stuff, but then I told him he could only cuddle me while we slept, but he couldn't touch me or do anything else, or I wouldn't agree to his conditions, and he behaved himself after that."

"Then why are you suddenly so restless?"

Then Ning Hui's text message made me break out in a cold sweat: "I don't know either, hmph, did you go and do something naughty while I was away?"

I then realized how right I was to make that decision last night, how timely I was in stepping on the brakes—it shows how devoted and loving I am to my wife.

I quickly texted back: "Heaven and earth bear witness, I've been celibate at home for my wife. Who told you to be the official and me the commoner?"

"Hehe, more like it. Oh, honey, I have something to tell you. He might not be coming back today. His grandma won't let him leave. The old lady isn't well, and we can't upset her. Things are getting more and more complicated. What should we do?"

So, he's not coming back today, and this isn't the end of it?

Chapter 39: Ning Hui's Diary

Not long after, I heard Ning Hui tell me she had taken two more days off from work. My mood instantly shifted. Three parts disappointment, seven parts excitement.

Disappointment because I had mentally and emotionally prepared to welcome my wife home tonight. It had been a while since I'd experienced that bone-deep, exhilarating feeling of listening to my wife recount how lewdly she was having sex with other men while she was whining and purring at me. Now it seemed the next few days would be a long, agonizing ordeal. If I were to masturbate, it would be by myself.

Needless to say, I was excited. My wife and Zeng Shuai had booked a room last night, although she backed out at the last minute when things got serious. Now she's going to stay with her boyfriend for a few more days. I refuse to believe that this loss of virginity can't be hidden forever.

I composed myself. But I found a lingering sense of loss—I knew it was Luo Xiaoyan.

I knew how much it must have hurt her to undress her and then leave her exposed. I wanted to call and comfort her, but I just couldn't muster the courage. When I closed my eyes, I always remembered her heartbreakingly sorrowful eyes

and her beautifully shaped, shapely breasts, which were truly braless.

Bored, I turned on my computer, logged onto QQ, and prepared to kill some time and maybe write a couple of articles. A little while later

, Sister Tang sent me a message on QQ: "Xiao Nan, are you there?"

"Hehe, hello Sister Tang."

"On the internet so early in the morning, where's Ning Hui?"

"Oh, her parents had some business at home, so she went back to her parents' house."

I blurted out, a thought flashing through my mind.

"Are you all better now?"

"I'm fine now." "

Xiao Nan, my webcam broke, so I replaced it. I want to test it out with you later. Do you have a webcam?"

"Yes!"

A moment later, I connected with Sister Tang via QQ video. The scene in the video seemed to be her bedroom. Sister Tang was dressed very casually in a black nightgown, looking like she had just gotten up. The nightgown was deep V-neck, loose everywhere except for the tight fit around her full breasts, clearly showing her cleavage. I was stunned. Just looking at her skin and her perfectly shaped breasts, I'd be surprised if she said she was over forty.

"Hmm, it's quite clear. Xiao Nan, you don't seem to have slept well, do you? You don't look too energetic."

"Really? Maybe I stayed up too late writing last night."

Actually, I was drinking and chasing girls last night. Sigh, being cuckolded has made me, a normally honest person, lie so often that it's become second nature. I lie so skillfully, so effortlessly.

Then I started chatting with Sister Tang.

The video call was on, and my shifty little eyes kept glancing at Sister Tang's ample white breasts. Last night, such a delicate and beautiful body lay before me, but to preserve my chastity with my wife, I stubbornly ran away. Now, my conscience is noble, but the lewd hormones lingering inside me haven't been processed yet. Seeing Sister Tang's firm, half-exposed, full breasts in the frame, my penis instantly became erect.

Then a lewd thought surged into my mind. In that instant, I wanted to thrust my hard penis into the pair of ample, fleshy breasts in the video, then knead them and vigorously masturbate along the cleavage.

In my imagined kneading, who the woman in the video was became unimportant.

What mattered was the wonderful sensation of my penis being enveloped by soft yet firm breasts.

"Ning Hui hasn't visited President Wang in a long time,"

Sister Tang suddenly blurted out, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Oh, really?"

Mr. Wang, that name made my heart tighten, but the uncontrollable stimulation and excitement I felt when my wife was with him was still so vivid that it made my thoughts suddenly chaotic. "Is Mr. Wang's illness better?"

"The surgery was quite successful, and he's still recuperating in the hospital. I have to thank Ning Hui for persuading him to have the surgery."

"Hehe, Mr. Wang listens to Ning Hui so much?"

I suddenly felt a pang of indescribable sadness—my wife, in the blink of an eye, had become another man's darling.

"Yes, actually, in the end, I have to thank you. Without you, your Ning Hui would never have had this fate with my Lao Wang."

Your Ning Hui and my Lao Wang—it sounded like a tongue twister, but I admit that tongue twisters are quite fascinating. These four people, your family and mine, could create so many imaginative relationships. My own wife, someone else's mistress, someone else's wife…

damn, someone else's wife has absolutely nothing to do with me now.

"Hahaha." I was speechless for a moment, then typed a string of "hahaha" on QQ as a silly laugh.

"Sigh, I'm telling you men, those who like this kind of thing, I know how crazy they can be. Can I ask you a question, Xiao Nan?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Is this the first time your Ning Hui and President Wang have done this?"

Sister Tang stared at me wide-eyed in the video.

"Yes, the first time."

"Then let me ask you, do you have other women outside? I mean after marriage."

"No."

"Hehe,"

Sister Tang gave me a charming smile in the video. "You keep yourself pure, yet you let your wife have sex with other men, quite noble, huh? So what's your motivation? You're not a masochist, are you?"

"I don't really know,"

I didn't know why Sister Tang suddenly brought up this topic, and was so blunt about it. "On one hand, I admit I love Ning Hui very, very much. I want my wife to have more experiences and pleasure with other men, with outstanding men like President Wang. After all, life is short. On the other hand, maybe I really do have that so-called cuckoldry complex. I admit that my wife having sex with other men makes me incredibly excited and thrilled. Every time..."

I blurted out, suddenly feeling that Sister Tang had a very approachable charm.

"Every time what? Does it mean that every time you come back from President Wang's place, you have Ning Hui report to you what they did?"

"Hehehe, how does Sister Tang know?"

"Sister Tang has been through it all, what doesn't she know? Cuckoldry men all like that. If one day you saw your wife having sex with another man, you might get so excited that you'd get a nosebleed, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I dream about that day."

Ning Hui, the stay-at-home husband, chimed in eagerly.

But suddenly I felt like I was being tricked. Because I saw Sister Tang give me a mysterious, enigmatic smile in the video: "Okay, I'm not chatting with you anymore, I'm going to the hospital to see President Wang. Say hello to Ning Hui, I really like her."

Then we said goodbye and the video call ended.

For a while, I kept thinking about Sister Tang's incomprehensible smile.

I couldn't figure it out, so I continued to randomly type on the keyboard, writing only a few words of the manuscript I'd been working on for ages.

"Ding ding ding!"

A QQ notification popped up that a friend had come online. I instinctively opened it and saw, damn it, Zeng Meimei!

Hahaha, this is going to be interesting!

Didn't this girl tell me she went on a trip with Ning Hui? Turns out she's being loyal and helping her best friend deceive her husband, huh? I caught her red-handed, I'll have to tease her properly.

"Wow, Zeng the Hero, rushing around on QQ so early in the morning?"

"Sigh, almost like rushing around, harvesting vegetables, but I overslept, all the vegetables have been stolen."

This message indicates that Zeng Meimei is at home!

"Damn Zeng Meimei, I'll see how you explain yourself later. If you manage to cover this up, I'll treat you to eight meals of hairy crabs.

" "Oh, at home?"

"Yeah, where else would I be? I'm a homebody."

Homebody, my foot! I know you better than anyone else; you spend more time in other men's beds than in your own.

"Oh, really at home? Where's my wife?"

Zeng Meimei's QQ went silent for a while; this girl probably knew something was wrong.

Sure enough, a moment later, QQ showed she was offline.

Damn it, trying to escape? No way! I

wouldn't let it go, so I picked up my phone and made a call: "What's wrong? Trying to escape? Where's my wife? Where did she go?"

"Hehehe,"

Zeng Meimei laughed heartlessly, "Don't worry. It's nothing."

"If it's nothing, why are you running away?"

"Hehehe, okay, okay, I won't run away anymore. Can't I just log back on QQ?"

Zeng Meimei was still grinning at me.

A little while later, Zeng Meimei's QQ was back online. I hung up the phone, secretly delighted. It's so damn fun to tease people like this.

"Where's my wife?"

I pressed.

"I had to come back first, she's still playing."

"Bullshit, just tell me honestly, where did you kidnap my wife? Otherwise, I'll call the police. They're cracking down on trafficking in women and children everywhere!"

Zeng Meimei sent a tongue-out emoji on QQ, which instantly reminded me of Zeng Meimei eating a hairy crab, her tongue licking the crab juice along her lips—that incredibly alluring expression. "Who would dare kidnap your wife?"

This association made me admire Ning Zhufu's imagination.

"Tell me!"

I wasn't finished yet.

"Alright, alright, I'm not pretending anymore, and you shouldn't pretend either."

"Pretend what?"

"What are you pretending for? Don't tell me you don't know where your wife went or what she did!"

Damn, this little girl is actually turning the tables on me! What's going on? How does Zeng Meimei know... Could it be... Damn

, this is all messed up...

"Ning, don't be surprised. I know about your shameful hobbies too. Your wife told me everything."

I sent a sweating emoji. To be honest, I didn't expect women to talk about this.

"But honestly, I don't think you're aggrieved at all. On the contrary, I think you're quite manly. It's a blessing for us women to have a husband like you. You know, I used to have reservations about you being with Ning Hui, but now, from a woman's perspective, I think Ning Hui is really lucky."

After a brief moment of shock and disbelief, Zeng Meimei's words gave me a different understanding and feeling towards this carefree woman.

"Damn, Ning Hui really told you? What did she tell you?" "Well, why would I lie to you? Otherwise, why would I dare to encourage her to do it? Now you know what a best friend is, right?"

"So you two planned this all along."

"Sigh, don't wrong your wife. Actually, without your permission, Ning Hui wouldn't have cheated on you even if you gave her ten lives. To be honest, it was you who encouraged her. You know, the power of a husband's teachings is boundless, Ning Hui. You don't know how pure a woman she is."

"Are you saying my wife isn't pure anymore?"

I was unhappy to hear Zeng Meimei say that.

"Hey, hey, that's not what I meant, really not. You know what I was going to say? I meant that although Ning Hui was a bit naive and would often do things that would shock you, she was still quite conservative in this regard. I never expected that after following you, you old rogue, she would actually... Hahaha, don't misunderstand, Teacher Nan. I actually admire you quite a bit. It's really not easy for a man to do this for the woman he loves. Believe me, I mean it sincerely. I admit that after hearing Ning Hui say that, I changed my opinion of you."

I didn't expect that Zeng Meimei, who usually seemed carefree, was actually quite intelligent, not just a big-breasted, brainless woman. Okay, I admit, I've also changed my opinion of Zeng Meimei a bit.

"Oh, perfect timing. Ning Hui should be back today, right? I was just about to call her and ask how things are going with them."

Zeng Meimei then asked me.

So I gave Zeng Meimei a general overview of Ning Hui's situation over there these past two days.

"You mean they booked a hotel room last night but...didn't do anything?"

"Yes."

"Hehehe, that's not surprising. It's not the first time Ning Hui has done this—booking a hotel room with a man and then doing nothing."

"What?"

I almost had a nosebleed when I heard that.

"Hehe, you forgot what I told you? Back in college, she went on a trip with an American and shared a room?"

"Oh, right, you told me that American was gay, right?"

"Anyway, Ning Hui always does things you wouldn't believe. I'll call her later. Right now, a best friend might be more effective than your husband."

Zeng Meimei's chatter finally quieted down; she'd probably called Ning Hui. I don't know if Ning Hui having such a best friend is a good thing or a bad thing. Not only does she instigate her husband to cheat on her, but she also acts as a pimp.

What kind of world is this?

A moment later, Zeng Meimei's QQ message came again: "Why didn't you tell me Ning Hui was staying for two more days? I just called Ning Hui. Don't worry, I've got your wife's problems covered. A woman should be a little reserved. But I'll get my brother to cheer her on."

I admit, if you don't understand the context, I'll call you a fool. It means I'm leaving the matter of my wife being with another man to her. Even I find it confusing.

"Should I thank you?" I

said rather irritably, but Zeng Meimei quickly replied: "Okay, okay, since your wife isn't home anyway, treat me to dinner tonight!"

Well, I've walked right into her trap.

Fine, I'll treat her then, I'm bored anyway. So I asked my wife if I could treat Zeng Meimei to dinner tonight.

Ning Hui's text message came back quickly, "Okay, honey, I know she's been wanting to get back at you."

Finally, night fell.

We went to Zeng Meimei's favorite Tian Tian Seafood City. I seem to have heard a saying that women who like seafood generally have a strong sex drive and a natural fascination with sex. At least, this is well-proven in Zeng Meimei. I've heard Ning Hui talk about some of her scandalous affairs, and I also know that this girl and my buddy Pi Shi had a fling.

How did a beauty like Zeng Meimei become so alluring? This question suddenly piqued my interest during this unexpected dinner tonight. Women actually have a natural talent for dressing up. I don't know when the world started to favor deep V-necks. Last night I saw Luo Xiaoyan's, this morning I saw Sister Tang's, and tonight, I saw Zeng Meimei's.

Comparing these breathtakingly beautiful deep V-neck views in my mind is truly a great pleasure.

Zeng Meimei is the kind of woman who dares to dress boldly. In this late spring/early summer season, she dares to go out in a seemingly cool outfit: a tank top that partially exposes her breasts, with a vest draped over it, the well-fitting waist highlighting her curves.

A truly seductive look.

Unlike Luo Xiaoyan, whose sensuality was always internalized and only emanated from within, like a subtly fragrant orchid, Zeng Meimei's allure was something she forcefully flaunted, like a sunflower chasing the light, radiating a passionate aura.

Tonight, I saw Zeng Meimei again, that signature move of licking crab sauce along her lips with her seductive tongue. She was exaggeratingly wrapping her tongue around her lips, actually absorbing the hormones that had been building up since last night with Luo Xiaoyan, hormones that had been pent up but had nowhere to go.

Suddenly, a cool, glistening leg somehow brushed against my calf from under the table—Zeng Meimei, what was this girl doing?

Was she infatuated or something? Didn't she know that a friend's husband shouldn't be defiled?

Zeng Meimei's calf, partially exposed, brushed against my leg. She didn't immediately move away—the problem being, Ning, the cook, didn't immediately kick off his smelly foot either. And so, the scene under the table began to unfold: Zeng Meimei's leg gradually rubbed against the edge of my pants, until it rolled up the cuff, revealing her smooth, delicate skin pressed directly against my hairy leg.

I felt a dizzying sensation, but instinctively pulled my leg away. Zeng Meimei pressed her leg against me without hesitation. I pulled away again, only to have it

pressed against me again. Under the table, these two distinctly gendered legs played a cat-and-mouse game in an ambiguous way. On the table, Zeng Meimei kept giving me

flirtatious glances, and her tongue continued to lick her lips, licking away the crab juice, then switching to fruit juice. Because Zeng Meimei's body was constantly writhing, her breasts displayed a captivating dynamism, two snowballs seemingly about to burst forth.

I was fixated on that leg under the table; it was so damn alluring, tickling my skin and mind like a mosquito. I was terrified that Zeng Meimei's leg would accidentally reach my crotch—where my dick was shamefully hard the whole time.

Tonight's dinner with Zeng Meimei was an action scene, with very little dialogue, everything was an endless battle of wits.

I didn't know how this scene would unfold and end as the night progressed…

I admit I was a bit lewd, shamelessly enjoying the brief, intoxicating pleasure brought by this ambiguity.

Zeng Meimei's leg ultimately didn't reach my crotch.

Best friend, what a seductive word. Only a man like Ning Zhufu could resist a best friend as alluring as Zeng Meimei.

My willpower isn't just for show; it was tested last night at Luo Xiaoyan's.

In the end, I used my strong willpower to reach down and roll up my pants to put them back in place. After paying the bill, I elegantly gestured to the foxy, alluring woman before me, "It's time to go."

Neither of us drove today, and out of basic politeness, I took a taxi to take Zeng Meimei home. Although she hadn't drunk much, Zeng Meimei's face was flushed, making her incredibly charming. The whole ride was similar to last night with Luo Xiaoyan; Zeng Meimei kept intentionally or unintentionally leaning against me. The difference was that Luo Xiaoyan was genuinely drunk, her feelings were real, while Zeng Meimei was clearly doing it on purpose.

Another difference was that Luo Xiaoyan was slender, while Zeng Meimei was voluptuous.

To say I wasn't tempted would be a lie. I admit, when we arrived at Zeng Meimei's house and she asked if I wanted to come up for a bit with her killer foxy eyes, it took me a full half-minute to shake my head and firmly say, "No, thank you."

I had to go home.

Zeng Meimei gave me the same unfathomable smile as Sister Tang this morning, then turned and walked away, still swaying slightly.

When I got home, the first thing I did was take a cold shower—I simply couldn't get rid of the surging hormones and my rock-hard penis. I had to resort to this drastic method to calm the restlessness within me.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd taken a cold shower.

Then, lying in bed, I couldn't wait to text Ning Hui, "Where's my wife? What are you doing?"

A moment later, a reply came back. I opened it and saw it was from Zeng Meimei: "Let me tell you a fact, I've never failed to seduce a man before. You're the first one today. For that, you're a real man. I acknowledge you as my brother. I'm genuinely happy for Ning Hui finding you."

Damn, reading this message immediately made me break out in a cold sweat. Was tonight's whole thing a test? This woman is too cunning.

Luckily, I have exceptional self-control; my love for my wife is genuine, not just pure, it's downright virginity.

The world is a dangerous place.

Ning Hui's text message arrived right away: "Honey, I'm about to go to sleep. I didn't do anything today, just stayed home, it wasn't fun at all. I want to come back!"

"Where are you now? Did you text me from inside his arms?"

"Get lost, I'm sleeping in the room, he's still sleeping on the sofa outside."

"Then why don't you two sleep together?"

"Are you crazy? His parents know I'm faking it, what would it be like if he came in and slept with me?"

"Hehe, isn't that another wasted day? Didn't you two spend any time alone together today?"

"Yeah, the old lady wouldn't let us go anywhere today, we stayed home all day, just went for a walk after dinner."

"So you didn't have any chance to be intimate?"

"Yeah, during the walk, I let him hold my hand. And just now..."

"Just now what? Did you do it?"

"Do my foot, he just came into the room and kissed me before bed."

"Huh? A deep kiss or a light kiss? It wasn't just a goodnight kiss, was it?"

"He wanted to kiss me deeply but I wouldn't let him, it wasn't light either, he sucked my tongue. Honey, this is so annoying, I want to come back, I miss you!"

"Didn't you just take two more days off?"

"Yeah, the old lady seemed really pitiful, she wouldn't let us leave. Ugh, it's so infuriating. At dinner today, she kept asking when we were getting married, like she wouldn't be at ease until we did it tomorrow."

"Haha, great, honey, if you marry a mistress, I, as the eldest, have no objection."

"Get lost! You still have the nerve to joke around. It's driving me crazy."

"Don't bother me, honey, your mission isn't finished yet."

"Why do you sound just like Zeng Meimei? Oh, Zeng Meimei called me today saying she ran into you on QQ and confessed to you, right?"

"Yeah, I just got back from dinner with her."

"What magic did you cast on her today? She just texted me praising you nonstop."

"Hehehe, personal charm, personal charm."

I secretly rejoiced that I made the same choice as last night in the face of beauty.

"You wish! Honey, I miss you. Right now, I want you so badly!"

"I want you too, my wife. I want you so badly."

After sending the text, my hand unconsciously began to stroke my now-erect penis.

"Come on, honey, I want you to fuck me. Come on, honey, I'm wet down there."

"Distant water can't quench immediate thirst. There's a handsome guy outside. Let him come in, okay? I'll watch him fuck you."

"Ahhh, you're so naughty, honey! I want you, I want you!"

"No, right now you have to let him fuck you, let your little boyfriend fuck you! I really want to watch him fuck you..."

When I sent this text, there was no reply for a long time.

I quickly called him on my phone, and I heard Ning Hui making low, muffled moans that seemed to be intentionally suppressed. I instantly understood what was happening, and my hand, which was stroking my penis, quickly began to move.

Commonly known as masturbation...

I wasn't sure if Ning Hui had also reached orgasm, but after hearing her long, soft sigh, all the hormones I'd been holding back since yesterday exploded in that instant. My

rock-hard penis erupted in the air like fireworks, the spurting semen scattering like wet flower petals, accompanied by my repeated cries of "Wife, I love you!"...

Then, I found myself holding back a salty tear that had just rolled down my cheek.

The next day was Monday, and I was still half asleep when Ning Hui called me: "Honey, I need you to do something urgent. Xiao Li in our office needs a document right away. It's on my laptop at home. Can you send it to her right away?"

"How do I send it?"

"Use QQ."

"What's your QQ password? I don't have Xiao Li on QQ."

Ning Hui paused for a moment, then gave me the password.

Following Ning Hui's instructions, I successfully found the document on the laptop and sent it to Xiao Li.

This was the first time I had accessed my wife's QQ account. My wife's QQ account was simply her English name, Michelle. Most of her QQ friends were her classmates and colleagues.

Ning Hui usually used this laptop; I rarely opened it and never even thought of opening it. This opportunity presented itself, and I subconsciously browsed through several hard drives. I didn't know what I wanted to explore; it was like suddenly intruding into my wife's private space—this subconscious exploration filled me with an uncontrollable excitement.

Suddenly, I discovered what seemed to be Ning Hui's more private folder, labeled with Michel's name, in an inconspicuous corner of one of the hard drives. I opened it and found several downloaded movies, some English learning materials and business files. Then, a Word document titled "Diary" caught my eye…

I opened it, and sure enough, each entry was in diary format, beginning with "Year/Month/Year"…

"On this day in Year/Month/Year, I finally put on my wedding dress…"

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