Spring Dream of a Married Woman

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I had a dream filled with male and female genitalia. Different people appeared one after another: sometimes Song Jia, sometimes Xiao Li, and sometimes Mei Mei, screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
There were also men's faces, all my good buddies from university, sweating profusely as they fucked women.
Flesh and flesh were intertwined, everyone moaning excitedly. Song Jia was also lying beneath one of my buddies, moaning wildly, glancing at me with seductive eyes as I stared in disbelief.
Dizziness washed over me, and I felt weightless, falling heavily onto a soft sofa.
"Hey buddy, you're awake?" a strange voice chuckled.
I heard Jay Chou's indistinct singing, only managing to catch the line "A pig who speaks French."
"Where am I?" I struggled to sit up. The sofa felt nice, not the cold leather seats at Blue Rain Bar.
"This is my house, you can really sleep a lot, you bastard." The voice came from across the room. A rugged man with a messy stubble, more artistic than I was, his slightly upturned lips carrying an unspeakable mockery. His narrow, piercing eyes stared at me, making me suddenly feel pressured.
I decided to stop observing him and closed my eyes. "Give me a glass of water, I'm dying of thirst."
"Here you go, I already prepared one for you." A glass of water was placed in front of me with a clink. I didn't stand on ceremony, picked it up, and drank it all in one gulp.
"This is your house? Pretty spacious! Give me another glass." I handed him the glass and began to observe the man's home.
Bright, spacious, simple… Several oil paintings, all originals, hung on the pale green walls. Near the door was a spiral staircase leading upwards. A house like this in this city would cost at least 3 million.
He went into another room; I heard the sound of water, which seemed to be the kitchen. "Hehe, it's nothing. In a few years, when you're successful, you can do it too." The voice grew closer as he brought out a water bottle, his lips still laced with mockery. "Here, drink some more. You drank too much last night. That crazy girl Meimei didn't know her place and got you into trouble. I'm sorry."
"Meimei..." I felt a little awkward, unsure of what to say in front of a strange man.
"She's the one with the long hair. Last night, you, Sister Li, and she were at Blue Rain..."
"I know," I quickly interrupted, trying to avoid further embarrassment, but my face began to burn uncontrollably. I picked up the water bottle and took another sip.
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to blush. You were quite something last night. That girl isn't someone anyone can handle. By the way, your name is Guo Wang, right? My name is Hao Dawei, just call me Dawei." A large hand reached out to me, and I gave it a brief shake, feeling its warmth.
"Last night... it was because the alcohol was too strong, wasn't it..." I smiled awkwardly. This man gave me a very close feeling, like an older brother I'd known for years.
"Haha, it's because you're young. You study art, right? I like it too. Get me some paintings later, I'll exchange them for money."
"Hmm... Where are Xiaoli and Meimei? Did they bring me here?" I didn't want to discuss art with him in depth.
"Liu Song and I carried you here. Meimei and Sister Li are still sleeping upstairs. Why do you want more?" He still seemed so nonchalant. "Liu Song went to buy some food. You'll see him soon."
"Why did you bring me here?" My mind was full of questions.
"Would you believe me if I said Meimei fell in love with you? Hahaha..." He laughed uncontrollably.
I didn't find it funny at all. "You... hehe..."
"Well, let's put it this way, Sister Li took you to Blue Rain last night, although we don't know why. But she did take you there." He suddenly leaned over and explained very seriously, "Don't think that just because something happened between you two you have to take responsibility. It's not what you think."
I poured him a glass of water and pushed it in front of him. I was a little nervous, wondering what he was up to.
“Blue Rain is a bar run by Sister Li, and Xiao Song and I invested in it. It operates on an absolute membership system. New members need to be recommended by at least five existing members to be eligible to join, and the age requirement is no higher than 35. As for why this is the case, I think you already know.”
He took a sip of water and continued, “In our country, such a situation is absolutely not allowed, so we must ensure the absolute loyalty of every member. As for the membership fee, the annual fee for a silver card member is 500,000, and the annual fee for a gold card member is 1 million. This bar started three years ago, and we only have 34 members today. Now you know why we brought you here.”
“Well, I will keep this a secret…” I was a little confused. Just based on this membership fee, it’s not something an ordinary person can afford.
“It’s not just about keeping a secret…” Xiao Li’s voice came from beside me, startling me.
Looking back, I saw her gracefully descending the stairs. Her exquisite figure was faintly visible beneath her burgundy nightgown, her prominent nipples swaying slightly with each step, as alluring as jelly… I was so captivated that I didn't snap out of my reverie until she reached me and I smelled that familiar lavender scent again.
Dawei smacked my head. "Are you staring like a madman? You silly boy!"
I glared at him. "I'm so sorry about yesterday. Are you… still in pain?" Xiaoli still had visible marks on her cheek, from the beating I'd given her the night before.
"Yeah, it's nothing. I can tolerate your fancy punches and kicks. Now let's get down to business. You already know about this bar. Actually, yesterday was just a coincidence. Dawei, Xiaosong, and I just had a fight, and I'm feeling really upset…"
She sat down in front of me, the hem of her nightgown barely concealing her body. Her fair thighs, the faint glimpses of pubic hair, and her high, firm breasts captivated my gaze. I didn't hear a word she said.
The decadent atmosphere of Blue Rain Bar resurfaced in my mind. The alluring bodies of Xiaoli and Meimei tempted me; my penis began to swell, and my heart raced.
"Are you even listening?" Xiaoli screamed, jolting me awake.
I immediately realized my lapse in attention, feeling my face flush. "Sorry, I... I was daydreaming..." I stammered. "
Haha, you lecherous bastard... Sister Li, this guy's got it all set," Dawei teased.
"If you want it, join. As long as you're a member... I can satisfy you anytime..." Xiaoli murmured, pulling down her nightgown to reveal half of her white, tender breast.
My penis instantly hardened. "I don't have money, how can I join?" Thinking this, my previously erect penis, like my thoughts, gradually regained its composure.
"Guo Wang, male, 24 years old, 1.75 meters tall, blood type A, from Beijing." Dawei held his phone, staring at the screen, and read the text aloud mockingly, "A student in the Oil Painting Department of the Academy of Arts and Crafts, class of 2009, meaning he just graduated last month. He had excellent grades during his studies, with no absences, achieving straight A's in all 17 required courses. His graduation work, 'The Goddess Bathing,' was collected by the academy. He minored in European Art History, and his graduation thesis, 'An Analysis of Human Proportions in Titian's Classic Works and Their Relationship with the Social Background of the European Renaissance,' will be published in the next issue of the magazine 'Arts and Literature'..." As he read this, his narrow eyes stared directly at me, as if I were standing naked before him, with no secrets.
"The following is about your affair with Song Jia, do you want to read more?" Dawei waved his phone at me.
I was covered in cold sweat. They knew everything about me in just one night. Who were they?
"No need, you...how did you know..."
"Um...guessed...haha..." Xiaoli hugged her legs, laughing heartily, her genitals exposed beneath her thighs, but I was in a state of utter confusion.
"Well, it's actually very simple," Dawei continued to explain, "Your pants were covered in oil paint, so I asked around at the art academy, and it just so happens that I have an old friend there."
I knew it wasn't just a simple inquiry, but I couldn't pursue the matter. "What are you planning to do?" I said weakly, completely at their mercy, offering no resistance.
This feeling was awful!
"Simple, you can paint, and you're quite good at it. As I just said, you paint a few pictures, and I'll help you exchange them for money..." Dawei looked at me meaningfully, "That way, besides earning membership fees...I guarantee you can buy a house even better than this in two years."
"Um...how?" I was tempted, whether it was because of a woman's body, or because of this house, but more importantly, Song Jia's departure had taught me that without money, you can't even keep your own woman. "I want to make money, this is a great opportunity," my heart cried out. "Song Jia, I'll make you look at me in a new light."
"I like your eyes..." Xiao Li said, then casually walked back upstairs.
Dawei sat down opposite me, in the spot where Xiao Li had been sitting, handed me a cigarette without any markings, lit it, and I took a light puff.
"This is Yunyan, smoke with confidence." He casually crossed his legs. "Since you agreed, we're buddies from now on. I'm always very generous to my buddies. Here's the deal: I'll buy all your existing paintings for 20,000 each, and they must have your signature!"
My hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and ash fell onto my leg, completely unaware. I stammered, unable to utter a word, only staring in astonishment at the man in front of me with a mocking expression.
"What? You think it's too little? This is a lot for you guys..."
"It's not a small amount, not a small amount... I just feel my paintings... aren't good enough..." I quickly explained.
"It's alright, rich people don't care if you paint a beautiful woman or a stray dog. Their eyes can't discern art. As long as you convey the meaning, that's enough."
"Those people are defiling art..." I really didn't want my paintings to be desecrated by those nouveau riche.
"Bullshit art... Haha, these days, if you don't sell your art to the nouveau riche, what are you going to earn?" Dawei pointed at my nose and said unhurriedly, "If Meimei and Sister Li hadn't said they wanted to keep you, I wouldn't have bothered with this! Forget your art, think about money and women's asses."
I was speechless...
"I'll give you five minutes to think it over. Either paint for me, or take your art and get out of here..." Dawei stood up to leave, his mocking tone full of disdain...
"I'll paint for you!" There was no need to think about it. The academy and society, the white and the black, two different worlds, I had already made my choice.
“Hey, I thought all you art enthusiasts were stubborn! You’re surprisingly easy to talk to.” Dawei sat down again. “How many works do you have now?”
“73 pieces, about 20 of them are presentable… the rest are just small sketches, doodles…”
“Fuck…” Dawei interrupted me, forcefully stubbing out his half-finished cigarette in the ashtray. “I can’t eat all of this. When Xiaosong comes back, you can take us to your place.”
“Okay…”
Just then, the door opened, and a short, fat man walked in, grinning. “Who the hell is thinking about me? I bought pizza for you bunch of bastards. There are so many people here. Oh, this son of a bitch is awake? So? Did he agree?”
I knew this was Liu Song, Xiaoli and Dawei’s partner, who would also be my “friend” in the future.
As soon as Liu Song entered, he started shouting, instantly filling the house with life.
"Fuck, aren't you all fucking hungry? What are you looking at, you motherfucker? Come and take this, it'll exhaust your Liu Ye!" Although he was always spouting nonsense and swearing, I couldn't help but find him pleasing to the eye. I stood up, jogged over to him, and took the bags of groceries from his chubby hands. Just
then, I heard the sound of slippers coming downstairs, clattering and clattering. I looked up and saw a glimpse of spring, Xiao Li's proud figure on full display.
Liu Song and the others were probably used to it by now and didn't care. They reached into the pile of food, pulled out two bags, and handed them over. "This is for you and that little sissy Mei Mei, she's fucking hard to please, fuck!"
Xiao Li didn't answer, picked them up, and clattered and clattered again as she hurried upstairs. I could vaguely hear Mei Mei's sweet voice, but it was too far away to hear clearly.
"Did you go to the south city to buy pizza? Why did it take so long?" Dawei slowly came over, cleared the coffee table, and arranged for us to sit down.
"Fuck that bastard, that bitch of yours is so damn slow, I followed her around like a dog eating shit, it took her half an hour to get her anything. Next time you go, you son of a bitch." Liu Song muttered, his hands busy too, opening a box of pizza and pushing it in front of me. "Brother, I'm Liu Song, much older than you, just call me Brother Song, you won't regret it. From now on, I'll protect you, don't fucking talk to this smiling toad, he's full of bad intentions. He might sell you out one day, and you'll be counting the money for him."
Dawei had no expression, focusing on cutting the food in his hand, eating carefully. I chuckled and, mimicking Dawei, extended my hand to Brother Song. "Brother Song, my name is Guo Wang, you can just call me Guozi."
Brother Song slapped my hand away. "Alright, for calling me 'brother,' I'll acknowledge you as my brother. Later, you better tell me properly how you took down Sister Li. Damn, this kind of story isn't something you hear every year."
Later I found out that because I mistook Sister Li for a streetwalker and punched her, Liu Song had a very good impression of me, and it was mostly his idea to keep me around. Once, when he was drunk, he said to me, "These days, there aren't many hotheads like me who dare to hit people without asking questions... We need to protect..."
Damn! But back then, I really did consider him my older brother. "I was in a bad mood last night, otherwise I wouldn't have hit her so hard. Song and Wei will have to put in a good word for me with Xiaoli later."
"Come on, change your way of addressing her..." Dawei said while wiping his mouth. He was obviously full, while Liu Song and I were still stuffing our stomachs with food. "Just call me Dawei. And stop calling her Xiaoli all the time. She's at least 10 years older than you, old enough to be your aunt."
"Hahaha, that slut told you her name is Xiaoli? Fuck, you must have fucked her good. Hahaha!" Liu Song laughed without any regard for his image, spitting out some food. Dawei quickly wiped it clean with a tissue. I stammered, unable to say a word, just munching on the food in my hand. A very good cover-up.
But I really didn't realize that Sister Li was already a woman in her thirties; her breasts were still so perky. Then I thought of Meimei. Could she be older than me too? So I
opened my mouth and asked, "Where's Meimei? How old is she?" Liu Song glanced sideways at Dawei, who was clearing the dishes. "Ask Dawei, he knows best."
"Huh?" I was a little confused. After finishing the last slice of pizza, I started helping Dawei clear the coffee table.
"Meimei is Dawei's sister..."
I froze. Last night I had practically knocked her sister unconscious...
"It's okay, that girl's just crazy, I'm used to it." Dawei patted my shoulder helplessly. "Everyone who goes to Blue Rain goes crazy, Meimei works hard too, sigh... why bring this up, she can do whatever she wants."
At this moment, the mockery on Dawei's face disappeared, replaced by many expressions, some loving, some angry, and most of all helpless.
"By the way, how did your deal go? I knew this kid would make it." Liu Song always managed to warm everyone up when things were a bit cold, such friends are rare.
"Yeah, before you came back you said we should go see Guozi's paintings together. This kid hasn't wasted these past few years, he's been painting all day, no wonder your woman ran off with someone else." Dawei seemed to be praising me, but I caught the key phrase in the second half of his sentence, "my woman ran off with someone else," he was talking about Song Jia.
I grabbed his arm, staring intently at him. "Do you know anything about Song Jia? Tell me."
"Don't rush me." His mocking expression returned. He gently pried my hand away and said slowly, "You kept calling out Song Jia's name last night, so I asked a friend to look into it. It was really just a side thing."
...I listened patiently, anticipating his information.
"My friend found out that Song Jia is now the mistress of the CEO of Shuangsen Pharmaceuticals. They've been together for over half a year. Silly boy, if you ever leave the art studio and see more of the world, you'll find that many women only care about the money in a man's pocket." "
Brother, it's not a big deal. It's just a woman. Let's not talk about anything else, but how many women you want is just a matter of a word." Liu Song comforted me.
"Hehe, thanks, Brother Song. I... I'm fine. Thanks, Dawei, let's go look at the paintings." I suddenly felt a sense of relief. Since it's already like this, let it be. Everyone has their own choices, right?
I can't change others, so I can only change myself. Dawei was right. I should have seen more of the world. Living in a medieval European gallery, I'd long forgotten this is a dog-eat-dog world.
Suddenly, I realized how unfashionable and tacky my clothes were…
“I'll go call Sister Li and Meimei, we'll all go together. Oh, and kid,” Dawei said, turning back to me as he reached the top of the stairs, “they're both pretty happy with you, hehe.”
“Haha, how's Sister Li's wine? Strong, right?” Song Ge said, his face flushed. “Fuck, that’s the ‘Full House of Spring’ wine. Last time I drank half a bottle, and I was hard for three days. Hahaha.”
That’s Song Ge’s personality—carefree, doesn’t care about anything, says whatever he wants, which makes me feel very comfortable, much more at ease than with Dawei.
We chatted on the sofa downstairs. Song Ge told some embarrassing stories about Meimei and Sister Li, which made me laugh too. After several gloomy days, I finally saw the sunshine. Maybe it was because Song Jia’s situation had finally improved, or maybe there was a way out for my future. In any case, my mood suddenly improved dramatically.
Just then, Dawei came downstairs. Seeing us chatting and laughing, he seemed much more cheerful. "You two seem to get along well. Guozi, let me tell you, Liu Song is gay. Stay away from him."
"Fuck you, get lost! What are you talking about? Your fucking mouth is full of shit." Liu Song threw a cushion at Dawei, who easily caught it and laughed non-stop. After
laughing enough, he said to me, "Guozi, go upstairs and take a shower. You stink. Sister Li found you two clothes, both of which I used to wear. They should fit you. Meimei just woke up and will need a while to get ready. You'll have plenty of time to shower." I
didn't realize it until he mentioned it, and then I noticed I reeked of cigarette smoke and alcohol. After finding out where the upstairs bathroom was, I tiptoed upstairs.
After all, I was in someone else's house, and there were two women upstairs with whom I had a fling the night before. I was terrified of running into Meimei; I didn't know how awkward it would be, but I was also a little excited. Last night's madness was unforgettable.
I nervously found the bathroom. A pair of pants and a shirt were neatly laid out on the small table by the door. I knew Sister Li had prepared them for me. I picked them up, holding them to my face; the faint scent of lavender still lingered. Suddenly, I felt a surge of happiness.
If only I had a home, and a woman like this…
Just then, Sister Li suddenly appeared behind me, startling me again. “What? Silly boy, don’t you like the clothes I prepared for you? Aren’t you going to go wash up?”
“Uh…no, I’m…sorry…uh…I wanted to say thank you, Sister Li.” I stammered, my face burning red down to my ears. Sister Li’s nipples were still prominent, the lavender scent stimulating my senses, and my lower body immediately stirred.
Sister Li tapped my forehead with her middle finger. “You, hurry up and wash up, you stink. Just throw the dirty clothes in the trash can, we’ll buy new ones later.”
Hearing Sister Li’s sweet voice, I felt all my strength drain away. I opened the door and stepped into the bathroom, as if in a dream. I turned back to look for Sister Li, but she was gone. So I quickly took off my clothes, turned on the water, and washed myself.
Because of Sister Li, my penis was erect, much more so than usual. The warm water felt like a woman's gentle vagina on my glans.
"Oh!" I couldn't help but groan; my body had become much more sensitive. Standing under the shower, I closed my eyes, grasped my penis with my right hand, and slowly thrust in and out.
Just like many high school boys do, secretly masturbating in the bathroom.
My penis grew harder and harder, and lubricating fluid began to seep from the glans, but that wasn't enough. I squeezed some shower gel onto my hand and rubbed my penis even more lubricated, waves of tingling sensations spreading throughout my body.
Sometimes I feel that masturbation is much more pleasurable than sex. It doesn't require much effort, nor does it require attention to the other person's feelings. Just holding my penis, focusing on it, and quietly experiencing the pleasure of masturbation alone is enough.
From the age of 13, my right hand has accompanied me through countless restless nights, measuring every change in the length of my penis as I transitioned from a boy to a man.
The pleasure from masturbation goes straight to my brain; all I want to do now is ejaculate, to feel that intense release.
Suddenly, just as I reached my climax, the door opened. Sister Li stood in the doorway, watching my ecstatic actions with surprise. "What are you doing?"
"I...oh...I'm fucking..." I had already surpassed my limit, and Sister Li's sudden opening of the door did not stop the explosion of pleasure.
I ejaculated, shooting onto Sister Li's body. The white semen slowly slid down her wine-red silk nightgown.
"You were masturbating?" Sister Li dipped her hand in my semen, put it in her mouth, and looked at my penis with a grin.
My penis remained erect, trembling slightly, greeting Sister Li.
"I...I'm not..." In front of her, I could never speak clearly. Suddenly, emboldened by some unknown source of courage, I grabbed her and launched into a passionate kiss. My hands slipped inside her robe, kneading the breasts I'd always dreamed of. Her nipples hardened instantly, and her tongue returned my kiss. Her
warm little hands grasped my penis, stroking it up and down.
Having just ejaculated, my glans was incredibly sensitive; even the slightest touch was enough to make me lose control.
She tossed aside her robe, knelt down, and took my penis into her mouth, skillfully licking the head. Her eyes were alluring, her breath sweet.
The steam in the bathroom filled the air, and in the hazy light, my penis was ready to spring again.

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