The woman who loves to eat my semen

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When I first arrived in Beijing, I rented a studio apartment in the nearest urban village to my company. Back in Suzhou, I had upgraded to a residential complex, but that wasn't possible in Beijing. The rent for a studio apartment in Beijing's complex was 1.5 times more expensive than a three-bedroom apartment in Suzhou. It's no exaggeration to say that many people working in Suzhou couldn't afford rent in Beijing with a whole month's salary.

Urban villages are very rare in Beijing, and even those that exist are on the verge of demolition. I confirmed with the landlord repeatedly that the area wouldn't be demolished within a year before signing the lease. For me, a year is enough to establish myself in a new city and enter the middle class.

Urban villages in Beijing are completely different from those in Suzhou. In Suzhou's urban villages, besides the main streets where cars can barely pass, the rest are all narrow alleys. They're primarily residential. In Beijing's urban villages, cars can pass on any street. Every building has shops on both sides of the ground floor. Opening the window reveals the street, and the shops are right below. Although it's a bit noisy, life is incredibly convenient.

I rent a studio apartment of about 15 square meters. The window faces east. Opening the window, I can see the vegetable shop I frequent across the street. There's a small barbershop downstairs. I'm very particular about my hair, so I usually go to big salons like Aesthetics or Wenfeng. Until one day…

I had just finished meeting a big client. By the time the contract was signed, it was already past 11 PM. I had planned to go to Aesthetics for a haircut that afternoon, but that delayed me. It started drizzling. By the time I got back downstairs by taxi, it was almost midnight. But the barbershop downstairs was still open!

Because I had just made some money, I was excited and couldn't sleep. Since I'd already missed the day's haircut, I figured I'd try this little shop. Even if it didn't turn out well, it wouldn't matter.

Although the barbershop was right downstairs, it was a case of "the unintentional don't care." When I went inside, I found the barber was a woman, mopping the floor. It looked like she'd closed after cleaning. I casually asked, "Are you still offering haircuts?"

The woman looked up at me and smiled, saying, "Of course, there's no reason to turn away a customer." Only then did I get a good look at her face. She was about 40, very fair-skinned, with average features, wearing a black skirt and a blue short-sleeved shirt. Her breasts weren't large, but she was dressed appropriately. This increased my positive impression of

her. There aren't that many stunningly beautiful women. Most of the women we encounter in daily life are ordinary. Don't listen to those delusional people online who spout nonsense, constantly talking about big breasts, round butts, devilish figures, angelic faces, and easy sex.

Don't equate the sordid and dirty transaction of prostitution with sleeping with innocent people. Don't deceive yourself into thinking it's a romantic encounter or true love. Publishing such articles not only insults yourself but also the appreciative readers; it's pointless.

Afterwards, we chatted while I got my hair cut. It turned out she was from Dayi County, Chengdu, Sichuan.

Chengdu is in the southwest, while this is due north—completely opposite directions. "And Chengdu is the number one city in Southwest China, not much worse than Beijing. Why did you come all the way here instead of staying closer?" I asked her curiously. "

Oh, my husband drives a truck here in Beijing. I have to go with him." She said that this situation is common in Beijing. "

Don't truck drivers have to go out a lot? Isn't it tough for you to be alone?" I joked. "

It's alright, I'm used to it," she replied with a smirk.

I looked at her in the mirror as she cut my hair, and the more I looked at her, the more pleasing she seemed. She didn't look too old. What's even more remarkable is that for her age, her figure hadn't changed, and her stomach was flat. What I dislike most is women with big bellies and barrel waists. I can accept smaller breasts and buttocks.

My wife isn't here right now, so I might as well use her to solve my sex life. Besides, I've never been with a woman of this age before. They say thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger, and I really want to test the tiger's firepower!

But I don't have a good impression of Sichuan women. It's not that I have regional prejudice, but Sichuan women are too loose-fitting. They've really reached the point where a few flirtations and a meal are enough to make them want to have sex.

So I need to test her first to see if she's a respectable woman. Or is she using hairdressing as a front for prostitution, or perhaps she has many lovers and is promiscuous? I don't want to fall for that.

Fellow wolves, there's a technique to finding out if a woman is respectable. If you're too direct, you're likely to get slapped or give her a heads-up, leading to lies and deception. You need to subtly guide her during conversation, letting her reveal everything unintentionally. Watch closely how I asked her. "

The rent for the shops downstairs isn't cheap, you must not make much money from hairdressing, right?" I asked with a smile. "

Who says it isn't? Hairdressing isn't like eating three meals a day. Although there are quite a few customers, once every ten days or so, you really don't make much money," she replied honestly. "

That's why you see all the hair salons offer massages, foot massages, spas, and things like that. It's to increase revenue, isn't it?" I replied enticingly. "

I don't do massages, and I don't know how. Besides, I can't bring myself to touch other men like that. But I do know how to do foot massages; I specifically learned how to do them while hairdressing." She said it casually.

The way she spoke, so nonchalantly, didn't seem like a lie. I continued, "You do foot massages? My feet are really tired. Can you do one for me after my haircut? Then I can sleep well tonight." "

Okay, I'll do it after my haircut." She seemed much happier, thinking she could earn a few extra dollars even though the shop was closed.

Hehe, seeing my bait work, I laughed too, thinking, "Keep laughing, I'll make you cry with pleasure later." "

Actually, there's nothing wrong with doing massages. There are many massage parlors in Sichuan. It's just that many don't know how to do it properly, and some aren't legitimate," I further enticed. "

You're right, I have many friends who do massages in Chengdu and Guangzhou. They've called me several times, but I haven't paid them any attention." "

Why don't you go? Massage is a business with no investment, and you earn a lot," I asked deliberately. "I won't go.

They're not legitimate massage parlors. They do other things too," she replied with disdain.

"Hehe," I chuckled, half-believing. "

You're quite pretty. Quite a few customers must have asked you that, right?" While calling her pretty might sound a bit like flattery, this kind of woman, neither too old nor too young, is incredibly alluring to men over forty, especially migrant workers.

"Hehe," she smiled faintly, "Lots of people have asked me. Every day. Just before you came in, three guys came in asking if I did massages or anything else. I got angry and yelled at them."

"Haha," I laughed. "Coming to ask a hairdresser if they do massages in the middle of the night, what must those three guys have been waiting for?

Don't be angry. It just shows how charming you are. Besides, if you angered them in the middle of the night, what if they tried to force themselves on you?" I said, feigning concern. "

I don't have any charm. I'm over forty, old." "But you're right. Next time something like that happens, just let them go. It's really not worth getting angry and yelling," she replied sullenly.

When a woman says this, your response is crucial; a good answer might just start the relationship. "

Who said that? You don't look old at all! If you hadn't said you were over 40, I would have thought you were in your twenties or thirties. I'd even be interested in pursuing you!" I said, sounding like I was about to throw up. But I knew women liked that.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, then laughed and said, "You're so good with words. You're so handsome, you must have a lot of girlfriends, right?"

Her furtive glance in the mirror wasn't just to check if she really didn't look old, but mainly to see me. My earlier joke about pursuing her had stirred something within her. "

I don't have many girlfriends. I'm married, and my wife is back in my hometown. I live right above you." I only mentioned this now to gradually dispel any wariness or concerns she might have. "

Really? I'm out getting haircuts during the day and just playing on my phone. I didn't even notice such a handsome guy moved into my apartment." She said, half-jokingly.

Of course, otherwise why would I be here in the middle of the night, especially with the rain? She finally believed I lived upstairs.

After that, she was noticeably more relaxed, since we were neighbors. We added each other on WeChat and chatted a lot. I knew pretty much everything about her. Her surname was Wang, and she was 42 years old. I could confirm she was a respectable woman. She hadn't had any other men besides her husband after marriage. To bridge the gap and ease her discomfort about the age difference, I called her Sister Wang. She readily accepted.

I quickly finished my foot massage and went upstairs. As soon as I turned on the light, she sent me a WeChat message: "I thought you were kidding me, you really are upstairs."

Hehe, as soon as I saw the message, I knew my "second brother's order" had arrived. I could even call her up for a five-hundred-round battle that night if I wanted. Later, when we were having sex, I asked her, and she confirmed it.

But you can't rush things with a respectable woman; otherwise, even if you succeed, the lack of deep feelings can easily lead to a loss of control.

Of course it's true, I never lie to women. It's late, Sister Wang, you should get some rest. I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep too. I replied,

playing hard to get. Many guys think sluts are easy to get, while decent girls are too troublesome and have a high failure rate. The opposite is true. While sluts are easy to get, they pose a huge hygiene risk and are easily exposed. Because a slut definitely has other men besides you, and those kinds of women take pride in having many men, so she won't keep it a secret. It's easy for rumors to spread like wildfire.

But decent girls are different. As long as you pursue them properly and flirt just right, you can quickly win them over. They're clean, gentle, and obedient. They're also ashamed of cheating and will keep it highly confidential. There's absolutely no worry about the future. Even if you break up, if you're lonely and look for her again, she'll still be with you. You can use her repeatedly, truly a case of being able to have sex whenever you want and discard her whenever you want.

Okay, okay. I've been busy all day, I'm a bit tired. Let's talk tomorrow. She replied to my message quickly.

The next day, I went to work around 8 a.m. and saw that she hadn't gotten up or opened the door yet, as hairdressers usually start work late in the morning because few people go for haircuts so early.

It wasn't until after 10 a.m. that I received her WeChat message: "Are you at work? I just woke up, my stomach isn't feeling well. I woke up late."

As soon as I saw her message, I knew I had already stirred her heart. When a woman is willing to chat with you about everyday things, it means she no longer considers you an outsider.

She seemed fine last night, but today she said her stomach wasn't feeling well; it was probably her period. I guessed this detail and deliberately replied with concern: "You're on your period? Drink some brown sugar water, rest more, no need to rush to work. I'll ask you to do a foot massage tonight to make up for the lost time."

Women are emotional creatures; as long as you can grasp the details and show a little care, you can instantly break through her heart. And it really was instantaneous!

Sure enough, she replied, touched: "You're so thoughtful, my husband doesn't even notice. He even tells me to open the door earlier if there's nothing else to do."

Many wives who cheat are like this: after being married for a long time, the feelings between husband and wife are worn down by life, and the husband thinks that care is dispensable. Little does he know that a woman's feeling for care lasts a lifetime and never seems to end. When a man thinks his wife no longer needs care, she will soon be cheated on, perhaps more than once.

Just then, a man appears who is attentive and caring. The woman will soon be in someone else's arms. Being cuckolded is inevitable.

We chatted for a while afterward, then she had a customer. I also had to get back to work, so we each went about our business.

After work, I bought a large bag of menstrual cramp relief patches from the pharmacy. These are applied to the abdomen during menstruation with brown sugar water and are incredibly effective in relieving menstrual cramps and bloating. I didn't tell her on WeChat; I wanted to surprise her.

I went downstairs and saw a customer had just finished her haircut and left. I took the patches inside. She saw me and said happily, "You're off work early!" "

Yes, we get off at 6 PM. Is your stomach feeling better?" I asked with concern.

She paused, probably not expecting me to remember her period and show concern the moment we met.

"Yeah, I drank some brown sugar water, and I feel a bit better," she said, touched. "

Put this on your stomach with the brown sugar water. It will relieve the discomfort a lot," I said, opening the box in my hand and taking out a bill, handing it to her.

She was incredibly moved, almost crying: "We've only known each other for two days, why are you so concerned about me? My husband used to care about me, but these past few years he's been away on business and barely pays attention to me. My kids call asking for money..."

I saw the opportunity and looked around to make sure no one was watching. I gently said to her: "I want you to be my mistress. They don't care about you, but I will."

She blushed instantly. Although she sensed I had some feelings for her, she hadn't expected me to be so direct. "

With your looks, finding a mistress would be easy, right? I'm so old, how could you be interested in me?" she asked incredulously. "

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, don't you know?" "You don't look old at all, and your periods are still regular. You could even give me a son. You're not old at all," I replied with a mischievous smile. "

How annoying!" she exclaimed, acting all shy like a young girl. Her face turned bright red. "

Go to the inner room and put it on. Your stomach will feel better soon," I said, changing the subject. "Otherwise, it'll be awkward if a customer comes in."

She took the warming patch and said weakly, "I've never used one before, I don't know how to apply it..."

Of course, I knew she wanted to give me a treat. Otherwise, someone in their forties, even if they'd never used one before, wouldn't be so clueless about how to apply something. It's no different from sticking a sanitary napkin on your underwear. Just on your stomach. So I played along, saying, "How about I help you put it on?"

Oh, she spoke softer than a mosquito's buzz. Then she turned and hung the "Please wait" sign on the door, locking it from the inside.

Once inside, I gestured for her to lie down on the bed. Her face turned red again, and she closed her eyes. I lifted her shirt and could clearly feel her trembling. She was probably nervous from her first tryst.

I was worried she wasn't wearing an undershirt; these menstrual warming patches are quite hot and could easily burn the skin if applied directly. They have to be worn with clothing. Luckily, she was wearing a tank top underneath. I applied the patch to her abdomen through the tank top.

Then I lifted the tank top to look at her stomach. Just as I'd guessed, her abdomen was flat, and her skin was very white. She was my type. I breathed a sigh of relief. If I'd seen a bunch of stretch marks or even a C-section scar, it would have been all for nothing.

After inspecting her, I helped her straighten her clothes and called her to get up. She opened her eyes and asked timidly, "You're disappointed with my figure, aren't you?"

She probably thought I wasn't going to do anything further and assumed I was disgusted. So I decided to tease her.

"Yes, you really...satisfy me! Haha." I deliberately drew out my words, using a digression. "

You're annoying," she pretended to be angry and turned to leave. But I wasn't about to let her go.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me close, kissing me immediately. The kiss turned into a frenzy of kissing. At 40, she was as ravenous as a wolf. Her arms tightened around my neck, and she began to devour me wildly, like a starving wolf that hadn't eaten in years, practically draining every drop of saliva from my mouth.

Then she touched my neck, my ears, and then my nipples. Many people think women's nipples are very sensitive. Actually, men's nipples are just as sensitive. After her relentless assault, my penis was rock hard.

She quickly unbuckled my belt and took my penis into her mouth. "It's so big," she said, filling my mouth completely. She looked at me with a dazed expression, and I couldn't tell if she was flattering me or genuinely thought it was huge.

"Do you like it? If you like it, then eat it well." She nodded vigorously. Then she started licking frantically. Sometimes, a woman is better than a girl when it comes to lovers, because a woman knows how to serve a man, what a man wants, and which places feel good. She will attack your sensitive spots relentlessly.

Many girls mechanically lick a penis, only knowing how to swallow and thrust. But a woman knows the grooves of the penis, the junction of the groove and foreskin, the outside of the urethra, the testicles, and the perineum. These places are extremely sensitive.

Oral sex isn't limited to swallowing and spitting; there are also circular motions, hooking, sawing, swallowing, and gentle biting. I'm relatively immune to oral sex; if the technique isn't good, I can't ejaculate even after an hour. I often make my wife's mouth sore. But I didn't expect that in Sister Liu's mouth, I was so easily defeated. In less than five minutes, my tailbone went numb—a sign of impending ejaculation.

She seemed to know I was about to ejaculate, and she licked even faster. Finally, I ejaculated profusely. During the ejaculation, she gently stroked my buttocks with her left hand and my testicles with her right. This maximizes a man's pleasure. No wonder she's a married woman; she understands men so well.

I ejaculated seven or eight times. Her mouth was completely full. She looked at me questioningly. Naturally, I wanted her to swallow it. Although swallowing semen isn't harmful to the body, nor does it enhance a man's pleasure, it increases a sense of conquest and possessiveness. Seeing me nod, she didn't hesitate for a moment and swallowed it in one gulp. She even opened her mouth to show me that it was empty.

Touched, I pulled her up to kiss her. She dodged, saying she was going to brush her teeth. Just as she was about to leave, I hugged her from behind, gently kissing her earlobe and neck, saying, "You don't mind that I'm dirty, so why would I mind your mouth?" Then I turned her body around and kissed her. There was no more frenzy than before, only a gentle French kiss.

Less than half a minute later, I couldn't stand it and started gagging. I looked at her awkwardly and said, "Don't think the semen is my own; I really can't stand the smell."

Haha. I told you I was going to brush my teeth. Most women can tolerate the smell of semen. But men can't do that, right?

So I went to open the door for her. She was brushing her teeth inside.

I had my hair done yesterday, so I had to ask her to dry-shampoo it for me. Otherwise, if I came out completely unharmed after being in there for so long, people would gossip.

While she was washing her hair, we made a deal: as long as her husband wasn't home, she would come upstairs to keep me company that night.

During my period, except for the two times her husband came home, she stayed upstairs with me for the other five days. We were going at it like crazy, she licked my penis until it was thin. She sucked my seminal vesicles dry. She licked every inch of my body. Licking my anus and feet were routine.

She always insisted on licking directly, saying it would make me feel better. I always insisted on wearing a tongue cover when she licked my anus and a foot mask when she licked my feet. These are all available on Taobao. I always have them on hand. As the brothers who have read my articles know, I have two principles when it comes to having sex with women: don't degrade them, and be hygienic. When someone gives you their body, they don't want anything in return. You can't treat it like a shared bicycle, ruining it.

I asked her why she was being so crazy with me? She said, "I'm so much older than you, and not pretty at all. If you want me as your lover, what value do I have if I don't make you feel amazing in bed? How can I repay your concern?" That's the advantage of dating an older woman; you don't have to say anything. She knows what she's capable of and what she should do.

During the last two days of her period, when the bleeding was lighter, we had sex with a condom. In her words, it helped her get rid of the remaining blood. We fought for two nights, using up a whole box of Durex. A 40-year-old woman is so resilient; you can have sex whenever you want, and she'll feel it. Unlike a young girl who would be exhausted after two rounds, her vagina would be dry, and her labia would be swollen.

After her period, we completely switched to unprotected sex. She said she'd had an IUD for many years. Every day was her safe period. She could ejaculate whenever she wanted. Her husband hadn't had much sex with her in years. Before she met me, she just masturbated and watched porn. The techniques she used on me were all learned from porn. It's a pity her husband couldn't enjoy it; it all benefited me.

We had sex for over a month, during which her husband came home four or five times. Once, we'd just finished, and her husband called to say he was back and asked where she was. She could only say she was eating out and would be back soon. Then she quickly ran to the bathroom, squatted down to collect the semen, got dressed, drank a few beers, and slipped out the side door into the back alley, pretending to come back from the back street. Her husband saw her come out from behind, reeking of alcohol, and believed her without question. Poor Wang Jie, she'd just been with her lover a few times, and then with her husband twice. Her vagina was practically numb

from all the sex. But the good times didn't last long; my wife came back from her hometown. I had to break up with her temporarily because a woman's intuition is very accurate. You can easily juggle one man and one woman, but you can't juggle two women for long. You'll definitely be exposed.

I deleted our chat history and told her not to message me. Wang Jie was sensible and didn't message me after that.

One time, she saw me come back alone and couldn't help but message me: "Didn't your wife come back with you?" Then I realized it had been over three months since I'd contacted her. I'd completely forgotten about her as soon as my wife came back. But there was nothing I could do; you can sleep with a woman in her forties, but you can't really develop any feelings for her. "

I'm not off work yet, I came back to get something, I have to go to the company later," I answered truthfully. I did come back to get my wife's ID card; she needs to go to the bank to open an account.

"Oh, do you have time? I want to eat breakfast..." she sent a shy emoji.

Heh, her words definitely piqued my interest. Before my wife came, when we were partying every night, she liked to give me oral sex every morning before going downstairs, eating my semen, saying that since I hadn't eaten breakfast, the semen tasted pure and delicious. I jokingly called it her breakfast. "

Okay, come up here, let's finish quickly." My wife has a poor appetite; she vomits as soon as she eats semen. I often regret it. But Sister Wang has become a semen-eating queen, and I simply couldn't resist.

Soon, Sister Wang came in. As soon as she entered the room, she frantically unbuckled my belt and began to frantically suck my penis without a word. She exhausted almost every so-called technique. Every inch of my penis, including my testicles, was licked, and finally, she went straight for my anus. I wanted to stop her, but it was too late. It wasn't that I didn't like anal licking, but I didn't want her to degrade herself for me. I could never like a woman more than ten years older than me. To be frank, she was just a casual sex partner to pass the time, and she wasn't worth it.

Luckily, I had already washed my penis, testicles, and anus with shower gel before she came up to me. She desperately tried to penetrate me with her tongue. This is the most popular way for men to lick anus: the "Dragon Drill!" It's like she wanted to shove the woman's entire tongue into her rectum. The pleasure of anal licking is too intense. I couldn't hold back for long. I gently patted Sister Wang's head. She understood and took my penis into her mouth, inserting it to the deepest part of her throat, letting the semen shoot directly into her trachea.

This is the most comfortable way to ejaculate in the mouth, bar none. It maximizes the sensation of ejaculation. After I finished ejaculating, Sister Wang cleaned my penis and the remaining semen from my vas deferens with her mouth. She reluctantly left my crotch.

Then, seeing my ID card by the bedside, she picked it up, glanced at it, and said resentfully, "Your wife is the same age as my daughter." I smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything. Yes, my wife is much younger than me; what could I say?

Then Sister Wang went downstairs dejectedly. I packed up and went back to the company.

On the way, I received a WeChat message from her: "I don't know when it started, but I've gotten used to having you in my life. If I don't chat with you during the day, I feel lost and shave my head bald. If I don't chat with you at night, I can't sleep. I use memories as sleeping pills. Even in the morning, if I don't consume your semen, I feel hungry all morning… Your wife is the same age as my daughter. I know I shouldn't ask for anything, I just hope you have time to chat with me for a few minutes, and don't forget me so quickly, okay?"

Looking at her message, I didn't know what to reply. Although I didn't like her at all, I could only say I didn't dislike her. But after all the tender moments we'd shared, I couldn't bring myself to say anything cruel. I could only helplessly reply, "As long as it doesn't affect my life, I'll try my best."

Perhaps a customer suddenly arrived, or perhaps she sensed the helplessness in my words, because she didn't reply to my message again.

I always wanted to be a ruthless lecher, taking advantage of others and leaving when I was done with them. But I eventually realized I'm just not cut out for it. Every woman I've slept with, whether she was someone I loved, someone I liked, or just a casual fling, I can't just walk away. I can't forget them either, which is why years later I can still write about each woman I've slept with so vividly, every relationship a complete memory.

To be considerate of Sister Wang's feelings, I sometimes sneaked back from work to have sex with her. One night, I went downstairs to take out the trash and ran into Sister Wang. She told me she wanted breakfast. She knew I couldn't resist her sucking my semen. So I went to her room and fed her. My seminal vesicles were completely emptied. As soon as I got back upstairs, my wife pounced on me, wanting more. I could only try to delay by taking a shower. But in the end, I was in terrible shape and couldn't get an erection. My wife joked, "You spent so much time taking out the trash, and now you're not even in the mood. Did you sneak off to a prostitute?"

My wife knows I have a strong aversion to prostitutes, so there's no way I'd go looking for one. She was just unhappy with my performance and deliberately teasing me. But even if she didn't mean it, I should take heed! I could only laugh and say, "Honestly, my wife is stunning, her skills in bed are amazing, she's practically a perfect tonic! I'm just a little tired from handling big orders these past few days.

Okay, I'll forgive you since you closed a big deal yesterday, but don't do it again!" My wife finally let me go and held me as we slept.

The next morning, as my wife and I were leaving for work, we ran into Sister Wang again. She smiled slightly and greeted us. I could only nod awkwardly.

My wife said sourly, "Honey, someone greeted you. Why didn't you reply? And the way she looked at you, does she like you?"

I have to say, women's intuition is quite sharp. I could only pretend to be serious and retort, "Honey, you can't just say whatever you want. We're neighbors, even if we don't know each other, we're familiar faces. What's wrong with greeting each other?" "She's almost as old as your parents, it's inappropriate to joke like that."

My wife thought about it and agreed, so she stuck out her tongue and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, honey, I went too far with my joke. I'll be more careful next time." She then laughed innocently.

Through these two incidents, I completely realized it was time to break up with Sister Wang. Otherwise, trouble was bound to arise sooner or later. If the truth came out, my affair with such an older woman would be the talk of the town. I'd be called Wang Quan'an: "Leaving your goddess wife to sleep with that slut!"

Back at the company, after my wife and I went our separate ways, I sent Sister Wang a breakup message: "Sister Wang, thank you so much for being there for me during my loneliest time. But all good things must come to an end. My wife has already sensed something, so let's stop here. I'll always remember your affection for me, the passion you gave me. Let all this beauty end here, that's fine."

After sending the message, I didn't wait for her reply and immediately deleted her from WeChat. Because whatever she said was meaningless to me; my mind was made up.

After that, whether she was deliberately avoiding me or it was just a coincidence, I never saw her again. Her hair salon continued to operate as usual. I didn't look inside.

Two months later, my wife and I had earned enough money, so we moved into our new apartment complex. Occasionally, when I heard someone call out "Breakfast," I would still think of her. That married woman who ate my semen for breakfast.

Sometimes I couldn't resist sneaking to her hair salon and peeking at her through the glass. She was still the same, just much thinner. When there were no customers, she would check her phone, occasionally glancing outside. Her expectant eyes were heartbreaking.

I could only leave silently. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Maybe next time my wife goes back to her hometown to see the children, I'll find myself involuntarily walking to that familiar hair salon again, shouting: "Boss, Meituan delivery, breakfast is here!!"

(Postscript: Because the person in the story is still there, and the hair salon is still there, I've changed the name and address. I hope my readers understand.)

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