My lewd brother-in-law wants to take my virginity.

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Coming to Wuhan to work was a last resort. My parents and two older brothers were all farmers, and my brother and sister-in-law toiled in the fields every day, barely earning enough to support their children. It was my sister-in-law who reminded me, "We're already in this situation, you can't continue like this. You should leave, go to the city. No matter how bad the city is, it's still better than farming like us." Just then, my cousin, who had married and moved to the city, opened a clothing factory. She came back to her hometown to recruit workers, and since I was a high school graduate and knew how to sew,

I naturally joined them. And so began my story with my cousin's husband… My cousin is my aunt's daughter. When she and my cousin's husband got married, I was still in junior high school. I always remember their wedding day; I was playing around with a bunch of kids, grabbing wedding candy and demanding red envelopes from my cousin's husband. "Give me a red envelope, and I'll let you in!" We were playfully keeping the wedding procession outside…

After working in the factory for two months, my cousin, who doted on me, and because I had beautiful handwriting, transferred me to the office to do typing and document processing.

I'm very grateful to my cousin. After finishing my work, I often help her with housework and sometimes pick up her child from school. For convenience, my cousin and her family of three live upstairs in the factory building, and I live next door.

My cousin is a capable woman; she's out and about every day, handling business, ordering, and sales—she manages it all herself. My cousin's husband has it relatively easier; he wanders around, spending most of his time playing cards.

I came here to work as a data clerk in the garment factory my cousin and her husband run. But somehow, I became the third party in their relationship

. I never imagined I'd be involved in such a situation. I have so much respect for my cousin, but when her husband is nice to me, I don't want to refuse. Those days, his concern for me was clearly excessive. He called me at noon to tell me to eat well, and in the afternoon he called to tell me to come home quickly. He would call me at night to ask where I was, and if I was out, he would tell me, "Come home quickly."

One winter evening that year, my cousin's husband called and asked me to come downstairs.

I didn't know what he wanted to talk to me about, but I had a vague feeling that something was going to happen between us.

I was drawn downstairs by my curiosity and guided by my vanity to the appointment. I longed for city life, and I longed for a city person to have feelings for me. The

"city person's" Santana 2000 was waiting for me downstairs.

Coming to Wuhan to work was a last resort. My parents and two older brothers were all farmers, and my brother and sister-in-law toiled in the fields every day, barely earning enough to support their children. It was my sister-in-law who reminded me, "We're already like this, you can't continue like this. You should leave, go to the city. No matter how bad the city is, it's still better than us farmers." Just then, my cousin, who had married and moved to the city, opened a clothing factory. She went back to her hometown to recruit workers, and since I was a high school graduate and knew how to sew, I naturally came to work there. And so began my story with my brother-in-law…

My cousin is my aunt’s daughter. When she and my cousin-in-law got married, I was still in junior high school. I always remember their wedding day; I was scrambling for wedding candy with a bunch of other kids, demanding red envelopes from my cousin-in-law. “Give me a red envelope, and I’ll let you in!” We playfully kept the wedding procession outside the door…

After working in the factory for two months, my cousin was kind to me, and because I had beautiful handwriting, she transferred me to the office to do typing and document processing.

I was very grateful to my cousin. After finishing work, I would often do housework for her and sometimes pick up her child from school. For convenience, my cousin and her family of three lived upstairs in the factory building, and I lived next door.

My cousin was a capable person; she was always out there, handling business, ordering, and sales—she managed everything herself. My cousin-in-law had it relatively easier; he would look around here and there, spending most of his time playing cards.

I came here to work, as a data clerk in my cousin and her husband's clothing factory. But I ended up becoming the other woman in their relationship.

I never imagined I'd be involved in anything like that. I respected my cousin so much, but when her husband was nice to me, I didn't want to refuse. Those days, his concern for me was clearly excessive. He'd call me at noon to tell me to eat well, call me in the afternoon to tell me to come home quickly, and call me in the evening to ask where I was. If I was out, he'd tell me, "Come home quickly."

One winter evening, her husband called and asked me to come downstairs.

I didn't know what he wanted, but I had a vague feeling that something was going to happen between us.

My curiosity led me downstairs, and my vanity guided me to the appointment. I longed for city life, longed for a city person to have feelings for me.

The "city person's" Santana 2000 was waiting for me downstairs.

What puzzled me even more was that my cousin-in-law never violated my body, except for hugs and kisses. Even in the heat of the moment, he would restrain himself. But he said, "You're mine. You're not allowed to associate with other boys. They'll hurt you. I can't let you give your virginity to someone else." I laughed, "Then take it!" "It's not the right time. You keep it for me," he said.

Our affair was almost discovered by my cousin.

That night, there was a sudden clap of thunder and lightning, and I was awakened by a knock on the door. My cousin-in-law was calling my name from outside. I didn't have time to turn on the light. I opened the door, and he came in and helped me close the window. As he closed it, he scolded me, "In this kind of weather, it's often windy and rainy. I told you to close the window before you went to sleep, but you..."

I hugged him from behind, my heart churning with desperate gratitude.

In the dark doorway, my cousin asked, "What are you doing? Why aren't the lights on?"

We were startled. My cousin's husband hurriedly said, "It's windy, I'm afraid the glass will break, so I'm closing the window. Okay, I'll be right back,"

and then he rushed off like the wind. The wind was shut out, and along with it, my love was shut out too.

After that, my cousin's husband and I saw each other much less often. He said he was busy, and when he wasn't busy, he said he wanted to play cards; when he wasn't playing cards, he said he wanted to spend time with his wife and children.

I always waited expectantly for my cousin's husband's coded messages and hints, but his indifference gradually chilled my heart. In this relationship, I was always the passive one; I couldn't follow him when he retreated.

I stopped asking for his opinion. He wouldn't agree to break up, but I wanted to break up. This endless waiting would drive me crazy.

I turned off that "dedicated phone." This relationship was unhealthy to begin with, and his cowardice made my rationality and self-esteem begin to recover. I was already 25 years old; I couldn't waste my youth like this anymore.

I started accepting the pursuit of my high school classmate, Xiaoyong, who also worked nearby. Back in school, we had a kind of telepathic connection. If it weren't for my cousin's husband's interference, Xiaoyong and I might already be husband and wife.

The open and aboveboard feeling with Xiaoyong fascinated me; I realized I didn't like things done secretly. No matter how good my cousin's husband was, he was still someone else's husband. My attachment to him was a distorted feeling. Xiaoyong's care for me gradually pulled me out of that dark relationship with my cousin's husband.

Four months later, Xiaoyong and I started discussing marriage. During this time, my cousin's husband came to me, trying to stop my relationship with Xiaoyong. He always said, "He'll ruin you," words that used to sound warm now filled me with utter disgust.

"He'll ruin me? Won't you ruin me?" I looked him straight in the eye; his gaze darted away, his voice growing weaker.

Looking at him, I suddenly felt he was so despicable.

That day, Xiaoyong and I took our wedding photos during the day, and that evening, Xiaoyong came to my room to help me pack my clothes and belongings. I was planning to move in the next few days; our new rented apartment was already renovated.

After Xiaoyong left, my cousin's husband came; he stood at the door.

I felt completely at ease; I was no longer afraid of anyone standing at my door.

My cousin's husband came in and sat down. I told him to leave, saying it wasn't good for my cousin to know he was sitting there. He remained silent. I ignored him and turned my back to him to tidy up my things. Suddenly, he hugged me from behind. This hug, which I used to crave, now infuriated me. In my heart, I was already Xiaoyong's fiancée, and I didn't want any entanglement with any man other than Xiaoyong.

I pushed him away hard. Before I could accuse him, he stammered, "When I married your cousin, she wasn't a virgin. I wasn't reconciled, you know?"

I gradually understood. "You mean, you want me to pay off that debt for her?"

"Don't put it so harshly, we have feelings for each other! If I had treated you like that before, you would have been mine long ago!"

"But we didn't do that!" I found his words ridiculous.

"You can just pretend we did that!" he said shamelessly.

"What do you want? Just tell me!" I suddenly wanted to play a prank.

"You should know best what I want!" His lewd face made me wonder how I could have ever fallen in love with him.

“Yes, I know! I really am a virgin, and I still am. But that’s Xiaoyong’s! My future husband’s! You wouldn’t be thinking…”

“I’ve been so good to you.” “I offered it to you and you didn’t want it.” I teased him. “I didn’t dare to take it back then.” He stammered.

“You dare now? Now that I’m getting married soon? Trying to squeeze some money out of me in the last few days?” I roared fiercely.

Perhaps my voice was too loud, because when I turned around, the man who wanted “sister’s debt to be repaid by sister” was gone.

He went back to his home, to where he belonged.

Coming to Wuhan to work was a last resort. My parents and two older brothers were all farmers. My brother and sister-in-law toiled in the fields every day, and they couldn’t even earn enough to support their children. It was my sister-in-law who reminded me, “We’re already like this, you can’t continue like this. You should leave, go to the city. No matter how bad the city is, it’s still better than us farmers.” Just then, my cousin, who had married and moved to the city, opened a clothing factory. She went back to her hometown to recruit workers, and since I was a high school graduate and knew how to sew, I naturally came. And so began my story with my brother-in-law…

My cousin is my aunt’s daughter. When she and my cousin-in-law got married, I was still in junior high school. I always remember their wedding day; I was scrambling for wedding candy with a bunch of other kids, demanding red envelopes from my cousin-in-law. “Give me a red envelope, and I’ll let you in!” We playfully kept the wedding procession outside the door…

After working in the factory for two months, my cousin was kind to me, and because I had beautiful handwriting, she transferred me to the office to do typing and document processing.

I was very grateful to my cousin. After finishing my work, I would often do housework for her and sometimes pick up her child from school. For convenience, my cousin and her family of three lived upstairs in the factory building, and I lived next door.

My cousin was a capable person; she was always out there, handling business, ordering, and sales—she managed everything herself. My cousin-in-law had it relatively easier; he would look around here and there, spending most of his time playing cards.

I was there to work, as a data clerk in the garment factory my cousin and her husband owned. But I ended up being the third party in my cousin and her husband's relationship.

I never imagined I'd be the third party. I respected my cousin so much, but when her husband was nice to me, I didn't want to refuse. Those days, his concern for me was clearly excessive. He called me at noon to tell me to eat well, called me in the afternoon to tell me to come home quickly, and called me in the evening to ask where I was. If I was out, he would tell me, "Come home quickly."

One winter evening, her husband called and asked me to come downstairs.

I didn't know what he wanted, but I had a vague feeling that something was going to happen between us.

My curiosity led me downstairs, and my vanity guided me to the appointment. I longed for city life, longed for a city person to have feelings for me. The

"city person's" Santana 2000 was waiting for me downstairs.

Coming to Wuhan to work was a last resort. My parents and two older brothers were farmers; my brothers and sisters-in-law toiled in the fields every day, barely earning enough to support their children. It was my sister-in-law who reminded me, "We're already like this, you can't continue like this. You should leave, go to the city. No matter how bad the city is, it's still better than farming like us." Just then,

my cousin, who had married and moved to the city, opened a clothing factory. She came back to her hometown to recruit workers, and since I was a high school graduate and knew how to sew, I naturally joined the team. And so began my story with my brother-in-law… My cousin is my aunt's daughter. When she and my cousin-in-law got married, I was still in junior high school. I always remember their wedding day; I was with a group of kids, grabbing wedding candy and demanding red envelopes from my cousin-in-law. "Give me a red envelope, and I'll let you in!" We

playfully kept the wedding procession outside… After working in the factory for two months, my cousin was kind to me, and because I had beautiful handwriting, she transferred me to the office to do typing and document processing.

I was very grateful to my cousin. After finishing my work, I would often do housework for her and sometimes pick up her child from school. For convenience, my cousin and her family lived upstairs in the factory building, and I lived next door.

My cousin is a capable woman. She's always out there running around, handling business, ordering, and selling—she manages it all single-handedly. My cousin's husband has it easier; he's always looking around, spending most of his time playing cards.

I came here to work, as a data clerk in the garment factory my cousin and her husband run. But somehow, I became the third party in their relationship.

I never imagined I'd be the third party. I respected my cousin so much, but when her husband was nice to me, I didn't want to refuse. Those days, his concern for me was noticeably excessive. He'd call me at noon to tell me to eat well, call me in the afternoon to tell me to come home quickly, and call me in the evening to ask where I was. If I was out, he'd tell me, "Come home quickly."

One winter evening, my cousin's husband called and asked me to come downstairs.

I didn't know what he wanted, but I had a feeling something was going on between us.

My curiosity led me downstairs, and my vanity guided me to the appointment. I longed for city life, and for a city person to have feelings for me. This

"city person's" Santana 2000 was waiting for me downstairs.

And what puzzled me even more was that my cousin-in-law, aside from hugs and kisses, never violated my body. Even in the deepest moments, he would restrain himself. But he said, "You're mine. You're not allowed to associate with other boys; they'll harm you. I can't let you give your virginity to someone else." I laughed: "Then take it!" "It's not the right time. You keep it for me," he said.

Our affair was almost discovered by my cousin.

That night, a sudden thunderstorm woke me with a knock on the door. My cousin-in-law was calling my name outside. Before I could turn on the light, I opened the door, and he came in to close the window for me. As he closed it, he scolded me: "In this kind of weather, it's often windy and rainy. I always tell you to close the window before you sleep, but you..."

I hugged him from behind, my heart churning with desperate gratitude.

In the dark doorway, my cousin asked, "What are you doing? Why aren't the lights on?"

We were startled. My cousin's husband quickly replied, "It's windy, I'm afraid the glass will break, so I'm closing the window. Okay, I'll be right back,"

and he dashed off like the wind. The wind was shut out, and along with it, my love was shut out too.

After that, my cousin's husband and I saw each other much less often. He said he was very busy; when he wasn't busy, he said he wanted to play cards; when he wasn't playing cards, he said he wanted to spend time with his wife and children.

I always waited expectantly for my cousin-in-law's coded messages and hints, but his indifference gradually chilled my heart. In this relationship, I was always the passive one; I couldn't stay close when he withdrew.

I stopped asking for his opinion. He wouldn't agree to break up, but I wanted to. This endless waiting was driving me crazy.

I shut down that "special" connection. This relationship was unhealthy to begin with; his cowardice revived my reason and self-respect. I was 25; I couldn't waste my youth like this anymore.

I started accepting the pursuit of my high school classmate, Xiaoyong, who also worked nearby. We had a kind of telepathic connection back in school. If it weren't for my cousin-in-law's involvement, Xiaoyong and I might already be married.

The openness of my relationship with Xiaoyong captivated me; I realized I didn't like being secretive. No matter how good my cousin-in-law was, he was still someone else's husband. My attachment to him was a distorted feeling. Xiaoyong's care and attention gradually pulled me out of the dark relationship with my cousin-in-law.

Four months later, Xiaoyong and I started discussing marriage. During this time, my cousin's husband came to see me, trying to stop my relationship with Xiaoyong. He always said, "They'll ruin you," words that used to sound comforting now filled me with utter disgust.

"They'll ruin me? Won't you ruin me?" I looked him straight in the eye. His gaze darted away, his voice growing weaker.

Looking at him, I suddenly felt he was so despicable.

That day, Xiaoyong and I took our wedding photos during the day, and that evening, Xiaoyong came to my room to help me pack my clothes and belongings. I was planning to move in the next few days; our new apartment was already renovated.

After Xiaoyong left, my cousin's husband came and stood at the door.

I felt completely at ease; I was no longer afraid of anyone standing at my door.

My cousin's husband came in and sat down. I told him to leave, saying it wasn't good for my cousin to know he was sitting there. He remained silent. I ignored him and turned my back to him while I packed my things. Suddenly, he hugged me from behind. This hug, which I used to crave, now infuriated me. In my heart, I was already Xiaoyong's fiancée, and I didn't want any entanglement with any man other than Xiaoyong.

I pushed him away forcefully. Before I could accuse him, he stammered, "When I married your cousin, she wasn't a virgin. I wasn't reconciled, you know?"

I gradually understood. "You mean, you want me to pay off that debt for her?"

"Don't put it so harshly, we have feelings for each other! If I had treated you like that before, you would have been mine long ago!"

"But we didn't do that!" I found his words ridiculous.

"You can just pretend we were like that!" he said shamelessly.

"Tell me what you want!" I suddenly wanted to play a prank.

"You should know best what I want!" His lewd face made me wonder how I could have fallen in love with him before.

"Yes, I know! I really am a virgin, and I still am. But that's Xiaoyong's! My future husband's! You wouldn't be thinking..."

"I've been so good to you." "I offered you things, but you didn't want them." I teased him. "I didn't dare to take them back then." He stammered.

"You dare now? Now that I'm getting married soon? Trying to squeeze some money out of me in the last few days?" I roared fiercely.

Perhaps my voice was too loud, because when I turned around, the man who wanted "the younger sister to pay off her sister's debt" was gone.

He had returned to his home, to where he belonged.

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