The Bar Owner's Lust 3

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Women like ambitious men; even if they don't marry them, they look down on idle men. The real reason is that I felt it was time to reap the rewards; the time was ripe for me to have my way with her. All I needed was for her to inevitably get angry at her husband, and for me to happen to be there. Going too early wouldn't work; there were customers, and the shop needed to operate. Sitting there for hours, my lips would be raw, her anger would subside, and I'd have to wait until next time. So, half an hour before closing time was best. I still went to her shop more frequently, but still not excessively. I remained calm; my schedule was full, I had many documents to handle. I went later and later, eventually only going half an hour before closing. My reason was that I was busy, which showed I was an ambitious person. Women like ambitious men; even if they don't marry them, they look down on idle men. The real reason is that I felt it was time to reap the rewards; the time was ripe for me to have my way with her. All I need is for her to inevitably have one outburst of anger towards her husband, and for me to happen to be there, then I can have an affair. Arriving too early won't work; there are customers, and business needs to be open. Sitting there for hours, my lips will be raw, her anger will have subsided, and I'll just have to wait until next time. So arriving half an hour early is best.However, even if I missed an opportunity, I would still wait calmly. Because I had downloaded several files, enough to allow me to wait calmly, patiently, and gentlemanly. You probably wouldn't believe it, but until now, I hadn't even formally touched her hand. Compared to those lecherous men who immediately try to put their arms around each other's waists, I'm practically a rare gentleman, a modern-day Liu Xiahui, one in a hundred years in the world, one in a thousand years in China. I always remember to be a noble person, a pure person, a person detached from vulgar tastes. That night, I arrived half an hour before closing time. She seemed distracted, her eyes red-rimmed; at first glance, I thought she was wearing eyeshadow. Seeing me, she forced a smile and said, "Let's close up!" I thought she was trying to get rid of me, so I helped her pull down the shutter and got up to leave. But she said, "Do you have time to sit with me for a while?" Of course I had time; only a fool wouldn't have time at a time like this. I was prepared to listen to her vent. Sure enough, I even guessed what she was going to say. That hopeless case, proven for the 101st time, is indeed just a lump of mud. After saying this, she looked helpless, leaning towards me. When a helpless woman wants to lean on your shoulder, can a gentleman simply walk away? No, I have no choice. Gentlemen are all kind, so I kept comforting her, telling her how wonderful she was. Women are good at pitying themselves; the more you pity her, the more moved she becomes, and she'll pity herself along with you. So she became even more heartbroken. Comfort had to become soothing; I stroked her oval face: "It's a pity such a beautiful flower ended up stuck in cow dung." Soothing worked; she stopped crying and moved her face closer to mine. Our lips were only a centimeter apart! I'd fill that gap, and the ball would be passed to her. Whether she cheats or not is up to her. Her lips were full, and her kiss felt incredibly good. I thought to myself, "Such beautiful lips, if used for playing the flute, what a harmonious melody they would create!" After a long kiss that lasted several minutes, her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving, and one hand landed on my crotch. She touched it a few times through my sweatpants, then simply slipped it inside. My little brother, welcoming the beautiful older sister, instantly grew tall and strong. I thought, "Wearing sweatpants is a great choice, saves me the trouble of dealing with belts and zippers." Trying to zip it up in this situation would probably involve pulling out a few weeds. Finally, the Internationale that I had thought of when I first saw her—lifting her to the coffee table—was about to come true. But I had already decided to pass the buck to her. So I stopped: "Wait a minute." She looked at me in surprise! "You've thought it through, I don't want to ruin your marriage!" "My marriage is over!" "Are you sure?" "I'm sure!" Okay, I've really done everything I could. Faced with such a woman who so desires him, could a gentleman possibly back down? At this moment, a gentleman must be like a tiger descending the mountain, striking straight at the heart of the enemy! Those who desert in the face of battle are cowards, despised by gentlemen. I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing two rounded, towering peaks. And at the summit, two deep red, oval-shaped mounds. I've seen many such peaks; some are like little steamed buns, some are flat-chested, some are large but soft and droopy, but this one is the largest and most erect. A real gem. After a frenzied thrusting (1855 words omitted here), she suddenly let out a series of shouts, first reaching a climax, then becoming weak and listless, letting me do as I pleased. A gentleman should help others achieve their goals; seeing her satisfied, I sheathed my sword and looked at her. She rested for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Have you arrived?" "No." "Then why didn't you insert it?" "Didn't you arrive?" "But you haven't arrived yet, so insert it!" "Never mind, it'll be a long time before I arrive! I don't want you to get tired!" I'm always so chivalrous. "It's okay, I'm quite comfortable!" After saying that, she opened the door a little wider, as if inviting me into a trap. Unable to refuse her enthusiasm, I had no choice but to play the role of the woman in the story and get on top of her. She regained some strength and cooperated with me. A few minutes later, I arrived at my stop. Before arriving at the stop, I got off the train early and spilled yogurt on her stomach. Then I found some tissues for her to wipe it clean. "You're such a thoughtful man," she said. "I feel especially comfortable and safe with you." "Hehe." I smiled noncommittally, thinking to myself: 'So many documents have praised me like this, I have too many honors, I'm embarrassed to repeat them to you.' "You didn't ejaculate inside because you were afraid I'd get pregnant." "Yeah, that's right. A miscarriage isn't good for your health, and medication isn't good either!" "You're so sweet." I smiled again, thinking to myself, "If every file gets me pregnant with one or two little files, I'll be in big trouble!" The previous storm was really exhausting, so we stayed in the booth, stroking each other's crotches. Just then, her phone rang; it was probably her husband calling. "I'm packing up now, I'll be home soon," she said dismissively. I pinched her two large nipples, marveling at their perfect shape! I was about to say that they were the best pair of nipples I'd ever seen, but I held back. "Here's a bite for you," she said with a smile, thrusting her chest forward. Okay, at this point, the file was 100% downloaded successfully. Looks like my eMule works better. A few days later, I remained unhurried, not changing anything because of this sexual encounter. I remained polite and attentive to her. My manners were respectful yet respectful, intimate yet not frivolous – truly the mark of a gentleman. I didn't actively seek her out for sex, as I had several documents to process. This ensured all the documents were in order, and I almost never brought up the topic of sex. They concluded I was a man without lust, a reincarnation of Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his chastity). The download speed of that file on the slow download engine was incredibly slow; I had been trying for over half a year and was almost ready to give up. But I didn't know I would have another two and a half years to download it. She, who admired my character most, ultimately conquered this extremely difficult download engine through my upright and honest approach. The second time, she came to my house. This was because her shop was still struggling, and the idea I suggested required a large investment. After much deliberation, she sold it. She didn't lose money; she even made a few thousand yuan from the transfer fee. I felt a little regretful when I heard the news. Actually, I had thought that if she had asked to borrow money, I would have invested in it as a shareholder. Because I was confident in my idea. And, if implemented as I envisioned, this place could be turned into a legal brothel. Every day, different models could be brought in to pose naked, and the particularly beautiful ones could be used. Not only would it be free, but it would also generate income. As an investor, how incredibly fortunate I would be! But, since she's already transferred ownership, I won't say anything more. Of course, we can no longer have our encounters in bars. At the time, I had two properties. One was for myself, located in one of the best areas of the city; the other was my former residence, in a slightly less desirable location, but a large house, which I planned to sell. That empty house was fully furnished and equipped, perfect as a rendezvous place. A woman, once you sleep with her, as long as she doesn't turn against you, you can sleep with her forever. Even if she gets married, her defenses are still very weak. But the prerequisite is that you can't let her despise you; when you leave her, if she still looks up to you, you can hold onto her for life. Therefore, first loves, ex-boyfriends, and the like are all very dangerous. The second time, halfway through, she suddenly asked me, "Do you like it from behind?" I wasn't surprised at all. When I met my first married woman, she asked me the same question, and I was quite surprised: "How could she like this animalistic position?" Back then, I was still innocent and reluctantly satisfied her. When the second woman asked me the same question, I was also surprised: "How come two women like this position?" When the third woman asked me the same question, I was still surprised: "Do all women like this position?" But when I met her, I wasn't surprised at all: "Women, basically, all like this position." Clearly, I had matured and grown. There's a saying that women are a man's school. This can actually be understood as: women are a man's school; the more teachers there are, the more knowledge he learns. Before experiencing so much, I was an immature, naive man, unaware of what women generally like or dislike; unaware of what women's common flaws are and what their individual flaws are. Relationships between men and women are like a war. However, the outcomes of this "war" can be categorized as follows: The best outcome is a win-win, where both men and women benefit, experiencing full physiological satisfaction and psychological warmth and care; their careers advance, and their offspring are nurtured and raised with pride. The next best is a draw, with limited personal growth and mediocre education and career development for the children. The next worst is a win-lose situation, where one person dominates the other, oppressing the other. Marriage becomes a tool of class oppression. This outcome is unstable, as the oppressed class may revolt. The worst outcome is a lose-lose situation, where neither side can control the other, leading to a lifetime of painful struggle. Therefore, when dealing with the opposite sex, you need to understand both yourself and your partner, ideally striving for a win-win outcome. Unfortunately, at least in this country, systematic education has never included practical manuals on "how to get along with the opposite sex." Even when some books mention it, they are mostly written by annoying preachers, spouting lofty ideals and high moral standards, completely lacking in practical application. Therefore, our understanding of relationships with the opposite sex mostly comes from hearsay or the teachings of our parents. Not to mention that hearsay is inherently a mixture of good and bad, the older generation themselves did not receive similar education; their education consisted only of their own.Their personal experiences, especially those from the 1940s, 50s, and 60s—a time when society was completely different from today—often render their conclusions outdated before they've even been put into practice. The saying "parents are all a scourge" has garnered widespread online support, demonstrating how unpopular such outdated advice is. This lack of education leaves us unsure how to interact with the opposite sex. We don't know who's right for us and who isn't. Everything is a matter of trial and error. To continue: One evening. In the bedroom. After a storm, the landlady (who wasn't really the landlady anymore) stared at the ceiling, waiting to slowly slide down the mountain. She turned to me and said slowly, "You know, from the first day you walked into my shop, I thought: you couldn't escape my grasp. But I wasn't in a hurry then…hehe, like downloading files, even though Xunlei is fast, the old dongle is still better!" Since it's a matter of trial and error, you inevitably have to feel your way across many stones. Feeling only one stone often won't get you across. You've been touching it for a long time before you realize you're still stuck in the same place, never even reaching the shore of happiness. Even worse, you might touch a trap and immediately fail. So, after several failures, I became cautious and learned not to pin my hopes on a single stone. I dare not step hard on any stone. This led to a negative consequence: I downloaded a bunch of files using eMule, and every day after get off work I hesitated about which file to open that night. Often, I decided not to open any files, just go home, turn off the lights, and go to sleep. And I also liked to constantly download new files. I felt helpless about this situation; I didn't want to be too extravagant. But seeing my friends who had unfortunately failed, tormented by unhappy marriages, I felt a pang of sympathy. It's safer to spend money than not to. Therefore, spending money isn't the goal, but a means, a means of self-protection. Although I'm a womanizer, I'm still very afraid of encountering a tigress. If you ask what kind of person you should choose as your life partner, the most common answer is: someone who is compatible and shares your values. But please, how will you know if you're compatible and share the same goals if you don't try? If you do try, how can you try them one by one? If you reject A, try B; if you reject B, try C… If you only need a year to find out each one, then trying three or five will take three to five years. The problem is, when you start this experiment, you often don't know what you want, and the time frame probably won't be that short. The struggles and pain will pass in the blink of an eye, and you'll be left single. At that point, it's still okay for men, but women won't even have the resources… However, downloading files simultaneously using eMule like Tuoba Mouse isn't a foolproof solution either. Trying to do several things at once can easily lead to failure and harm to others. How can you find the right result with the least cost and the least harm to others? My intelligence is limited, and I've pondered this question for years without success. I'll leave it for you fellow wolves to ponder. In practice, I can only choose the method that minimizes harm to myself and others.

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