In the battlefield of marriage, desire is like a knife.

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Foreword: Finally finished writing, I'm exhausted.

I ask for nothing more than some feedback from the brothers who read this article, sigh.

Chapter 1: A Second Marriage I Can't Afford to Lose (Female Perspective)

I am Lin.

As a woman who has been divorced once, I know deep down that if my second marriage fails again, the rest of my life will likely be bleak.

Most beautiful women's marriages are unhappy because there are too many lecherous men eyeing them. Unfortunately, I am a beautiful woman, and a beautiful woman with both talent and looks.

Unlike the traditional definition of beauty, I am a plus-size beauty.

I am 29 years old, 1.76 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, full breasts and a plump bottom, and a pair of long, straight legs. In high school, I was the object of many boys' masturbation.

If I were just sexy and pretty, that would be fine, but if I added my postgraduate degree and my position as the finance manager of a foreign company in Shanghai, a woman like me would be enough to attract the desire to conquer many, many men.

A woman who is talented, beautiful, and has a good figure is naturally extremely proud deep down.

My arrogance and my ex-husband's lack of self-respect ruined my first marriage.

My ex-husband was my senior in college, tall, handsome, intelligent, and capable. After graduation, we settled in Shanghai, and our union was considered a perfect match.

We dated for eight years, but only married for a year before parting ways due to misunderstandings, suspicions, and hurtful actions.

Perhaps because we dated for so long before marriage, we didn't experience the typical honeymoon bliss. Instead, we felt a sense of physical fatigue due to familiarity.

When this fatigue set in in our marital relationship, instead of having an honest conversation with me, my ex-husband sought new excitement outside of marriage.

Although he was married, he became increasingly handsome and mature after marriage, practically a heartthrob.

Under these circumstances, my ex-husband secretly cheated on me.

His mistress was a female colleague, petite and cute, a completely different style from my sexy and beautiful self.

Less than three months into his affair, someone told me about it.

This person was my company's vice president, a mature, steady, and refined man in his forties.

After discovering my ex-husband's infidelity, we had a huge fight. He begged for my forgiveness, and I felt that if I had just taken a step back, our marriage could have been saved. But my arrogance led me to do the stupidest thing I've ever done.

Out of revenge, I secretly slept

with the vice president. After a few encounters, my vengeful urges subsided, and I planned to treat this affair as a brief interlude in my life and settle down with my ex-husband.

But damn it, I learned from the vice president that some men are devils; they'll do anything to get a woman.

My ex-husband quickly found out about my affair from others. The

last time I went to a hotel with the vice president, he secretly followed me and caught us red-handed.

A man's mentality is: sleeping with another man's woman is acceptable, but having his own woman slept with by someone else is a disgrace. My ex-

husband was furious about my infidelity; for the first time in all the time we'd known each other, he laid a hand on me.

As the daughter of a policeman, I knew a few grappling techniques, and with my imposing 1.76-meter frame, I fought my ex-husband for over three hundred rounds, ultimately holding my own.

However, while my body remained unharmed, my heart was utterly broken.

Soon after, at the vice president's urging, I divorced my ex-husband.

Immediately after the divorce, I regretted it. After all, I still loved him. As for the vice president, perhaps he was good in bed, but I knew it was just a fling.

However, after the divorce, my ex-husband seemed unable to let go of my infidelity. He said that every time he saw me, he would recall the scene when he caught us cheating—me on the bed, the vice president riding on my fat buttocks, wildly fucking me, me screaming lewdly. Just thinking about

that scene filled him with hatred; he wanted nothing more than to grind us, that despicable couple, to dust.

I pleaded with him several times, but he remained unmoved by my desire to remarry, and my heart slowly grew cold.

To numb myself, I completely surrendered myself to the vice president's embrace. For a time, I thought I could marry the vice president, but I later discovered that he was actually a married man. His wife was from Hong Kong and extremely powerful. Although he acted quite arrogant in front of me, he was as meek as a grandson in front of his wife (his position was largely due to his wife's family being shareholders in the foreign company).

In a daze, I became his mistress for a while. After the initial excitement, the incompatibility between us slowly emerged: he was, after all, over forty years old, and without Viagra, he couldn't satisfy me in bed; plus, there was a ten-year age gap, and we didn't really have much in common. After being with two men

, my desires were slowly awakened. At this point, without an emotional foundation and with the disharmony in bed, I began to consider breaking up.

After we became familiar with each other, the vice president's office became my territory, and I would occasionally go there for trysts.

By chance, while playing with the vice president's laptop in his office, I discovered something that shocked me to the extreme: his MSN chat history contained conversations about hiring someone to film my ex-husband's infidelity.

Only then did I realize that this hypocrite had been premeditatedly plotting to destroy my marriage.

If my ex-husband's infidelity was an accident, then my subsequent affair, our divorce, and even my being forced into being his mistress, were all orchestrated by this older man.

Disaster makes one mature; the failed marriage and the experience of being deceived quickly transformed me from a girl into a woman.

After discovering the truth, I did three things:

1. I secretly filmed myself and the vice president having sex. In the video, my face and body were blurred, while the vice president's face was shown in several close-ups;

2. I used a business trip as an excuse to return to my hometown (my father is the captain of the criminal investigation team there and has some influence locally);

3. First, I sold the video to the vice president's wife as evidence for her divorce settlement. Simultaneously, I sent him the financial transfer records showing his embezzlement of public funds (after hooking up with me, he used my position as finance manager to transfer a significant amount of public money into his personal pocket), effectively extorting a large sum from this despicable old man. "

Men with money become bad, women change to get money"—it's fucking true!

In the end, although I lost my marriage, my husband, and my job, at least I gained a large sum of money, so I didn't completely lose this battle.

The failure of my first marriage left me heartbroken, but at least I survived.

Soon, I'll be starting my second marriage. As someone who's been through it all, I sincerely hope this second marriage will bring me long-awaited happiness and a fulfilling life for the rest of my days.

Chapter Two: She's a mature woman, she's a goddess, she's my wife (male perspective)

. I am Jun, a gentleman as pure as jade.

I'm only 24 years old, just graduated from university, and my father wants me to marry a divorced woman who is five years older than me.

I really wanted to refuse, but I didn't, for two reasons: 1. My boss runs an underground casino in our city. He's the pillar of our family, and his casino is our only source of wealth; my dad's casino needs someone with connections to operate smoothly; my future wife's father, my future father-in-law, happens to be in charge of this area. My dad raised me for over 20 years, I can't refuse him; 2. After graduating from university, my girlfriend of three years dumped me and threw herself into the arms of a rich and handsome guy (I rarely told my girlfriend about my family situation, and I usually dressed plainly, so this bitch thought I was a complete loser, played me for three years, and then broke up with me right after graduation); at this time, marriage might soothe my pain and distract me.

When I first met my fiancée, I was deeply shocked: Lin was a stunning beauty.

Standing over 1.75 meters tall, with striking features, an elegant demeanor, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, full hips, and long legs, dressed in an office lady style, she was practically a top-tier plus-size mature woman (just a size larger than the traditional definition of beauty).

When we first met, I noticed that the men nearby, including the male waiters, were all secretly glancing at Lin, especially at her breasts.

Lin's breasts were particularly large, at least a D cup.

This kind of top-tier mature woman, this goddess-like woman, even if she had been divorced ten times, I think plenty of men would still be willing to marry her.

After getting to know Lin, the first thing she forced me to do was call her "Sister Lin."

I was furious. I yelled at her: "You're about to become my wife, why should I call you 'Sister'?"

The seemingly noble and elegant Lin actually used a "mountain lean" technique on me, throwing me onto the sofa, her voluptuous and alluring body pressing down on me. She looked at me with a half-smile, a mischievous grin: "I'm older than you, even after we're married you'll have to call me 'Sister'."

She paused, seemingly noticing a certain part of my body starting to harden, and whispered in my ear: "If you call me 'sister,' you can touch me."

Lin, um, Sister Lin, you're a mature woman, a goddess, a vixen. I never imagined a woman like you would become my wife.

We got married in a whirlwind romance after knowing each other for less than three months, not because my relationship with Sister Lin developed so quickly, but because my dad and father-in-law couldn't wait to start their corrupt dealings and make a fortune.

Before the marriage, Sister Lin was very open with me. After our third meeting, I could touch her body freely, and I could suck her ample breasts as I pleased. Whenever I was so aroused by her touch that I felt thirsty and hot all over, wanting to get hard, Sister Lin would force me to stop.

She always kept her final line of defense tight. She'd rather give me a handjob than let me have sex with her.

She was very good at giving me a handjob, the pressure and speed were just right, and occasionally, when she was in a good mood, she would even give me oral sex.

I was extremely dissatisfied with Sister Lin's insistence on her bottom line, but one sentence from her calmed my anger: "After we're married, you can do whatever you want!"

Sister Lin, you are charming and alluring, yet you hold firm to your principles; you appear elegant and demure, but are cheerful and lively in private.

You are truly an enigma!

Undoubtedly, Sister Lin is a woman with a story; she seems shrouded in an aura of mystery, making me want to explore her inner world.

On our wedding night, Sister Lin completely let go of her inhibitions with me (after the wedding, Lin forced me to call her "sister," I had no choice).

With Sister Lin, I experienced firsthand how dazzling the flower of desire in a mature woman can be.

Sister Lin's allure has become bewitching.

She knows what I need, and she knows what she needs; she is like a teacher, instructing me on how to completely release my desires on her.

Sister Lin has a slender waist and a full bottom. When Sister Lin straddles me with her back to me, her slender waist accentuating her full bottom, undulating like a millstone, the intense visual impact is enough to make a man's soul surge forth.

Sister Lin's lips are red, Sister Lin's tongue is smooth. When Sister Lin wraps my penis in her mouth, taking it in deeply and then slowly releasing it, I feel like I'm trapped in a beautiful dream, never wanting to wake up.

Sister Lin's breasts are large, Sister Lin's skin is fair. When I sit on Sister Lin's snow-white, full breasts, thrusting my thick, long penis back and forth between Sister Lin's red lips, I feel like I'm in heaven, I can never get enough of playing with her.

Sister Lin's vagina is plump, Sister Lin's hole is tight. Every time I penetrate Sister Lin's vagina and bring her to orgasm, it feels like there's a small mouth biting you in Sister Lin's plump, round hole. That biting feels like it bites right into your heart, indescribably pleasurable.

Sister Lin made me truly understand what it means to be "a lady in the living room, a slut in the bedroom."

If we're only talking about bedroom skills, Sister Lin can completely outshine my ex-girlfriend by ten times.

Sister Lin, you are a mature woman, you are a goddess, you are my wife!

I don't know if I love you, but at least in bed I can't live without you.

Chapter 3: My Marriage is a Battlefield, My Desire is a Weapon (Female Perspective)

I am Lin, and I am married.

But my younger husband doesn't call me "wife," he calls me "Sister Lin."

I don't want to hear the word "wife" because it reminds me of my first failed marriage; I admit I can't forget my ex-husband, after all, we had many years of relationship, he was my first man, and I bear undeniable responsibility for the failure of my first marriage.

My second marriage doesn't have a particularly deep emotional foundation, but I'm trying my best to maintain it.

Because I know this marriage is crucial to maintaining my father and father-in-law's businesses. Their businesses aren't exactly legal or glamorous, but they bring in money—lots of money.

With money comes power; with power comes money; with money and power comes dignity and glory.

My second marriage is mixed with too many interests; my marriage is key to maintaining this chain of interests.

Therefore, I can't afford to lose this marriage; if I lose, my parents and I will be utterly ruined.

The only pleasant surprise in this marriage based on mutual benefit is my younger husband.

Yes, my younger husband.

My husband's name is Jun, the Jun of "gentlemanly as jade."

When we got married, I was 29 and he was only 24, fresh out of university.

I've been with three men. My ex-husband was a sexy, handsome guy; my ex-lover was a sophisticated, mature man (although this scumbag hurt me terribly, he was still quite good-looking, otherwise he wouldn't have hooked me); and my husband is a gentle, refined young man.

Yes, a young man. Compared to my complicated past, Jun's first 24 years were almost like a beautiful painting, pure as a sheet of paper. With such a life experience, would you expect Jun to have a complicated personality?

In terms of attractiveness, Jun is indeed hard to compare with my ex-husband and ex-lover, but Jun has his own charm.

His charm lies in his youthful vitality and innocent cuteness.

I feel very relaxed with Jun. He's younger than me, innocent, and after marriage, he's basically very obedient to me. I completely control the initiative in our marriage.

In bed, although his penis wasn't as big as my ex-husband's, and his techniques weren't as varied, he was young and energetic, wanting it almost every night, and very willing to put in the effort. If I was wanton enough, he could last a long time.

At our most intense, he once gave me at least ten orgasms in one night, leaving me unable to close my legs. I thought that after being so wild the night before, he would behave the next day, but he still ejaculated on me before falling into a deep sleep.

My family wasn't wealthy when I was young, and I never imagined I would become rich. However, this second marriage allowed Jun, our families, and me to experience the taste of sudden wealth.

After we got married, thanks to my father's power and protection, Jun's father's underground casino business grew bigger and bigger, and wealth poured out like foam on a beer glass.

Ten million—many people struggle their entire lives and still can't earn half that amount, but Jun's father earned that amount every year. Note that this is ten million in net profit, net income after deducting all costs.

Using the money from the casino as a stepping stone, my father also thrived in the political arena, quickly becoming the city's police chief.

This marriage was a win-win for both our families.

Currently, my second marriage seems almost perfect: a young husband, immense wealth—everything a woman could imagine, I had before I even turned 30.

However, facing all this, I harbor a deep sense of crisis, because I know that too many people are eyeing our marriage.

A stunningly beautiful woman on her second marriage, a naive young husband, and nearly 10 million yuan in annual casino profits; this marriage combines so many beautiful yet fragile things, it's hard for anyone not to be tempted.

Immense wealth, a sexy woman, a young man who can't protect himself—how could such a marriage, such a family, not attract attention?

I clearly realize that my marriage is a battlefield; all sorts of people, driven by various desires, will spy on it, and given the opportunity, they will swarm in like wolves to destroy it.

I not only have to be a good wife, but also prepare to be a warrior to defend my marriage.

In this battlefield of marriage, desire is both the enemy's weapon and my weapon.

Chapter Four: Crisis is Like a Thorn on a Rose (Male Perspective)

I am Jun.

My married life with Sister Lin has been very happy.

Sister Lin is not only beautiful but also capable. In front of her, I am like a child who knows nothing. She is not only my wife but also like my mother. I have gradually become very dependent on her, both physically and psychologically.

Except for the fact that she doesn't let me call her "wife" and only allows me to call her "Sister Lin," I am very satisfied with everything about her.

However, recently, I have encountered a troubling matter, and I am hesitating whether I should discuss it with Sister Lin.

My father recently found a woman, a 32-year-old woman. If nothing unexpected happens, this woman will become my stepmother after the New Year.

Five years ago, my mother passed away from cancer. Since then, my father has been busy with his casino business and has not remarried.

I once advised my father to find another woman, but deep down I hoped that my father could stay with my mother for the rest of his life. So, when my father brought several women to ask for my opinion, I subconsciously rejected them all.

My father has remained unmarried for the past few years, busy with his casino business. Without a woman to care for him, he's had a very difficult time. Seeing this, my heart aches. I've slowly realized how selfish I've been towards him.

For my deceased mother's sake, I've made my living father suffer.

Just a few days ago, my father brought a woman to see me. I know he's taken a liking to her; he's come to ask for my opinion.

This woman is very

pleasant to look at. Yes, she's a very pleasant woman.

Her name is Jie, she's 32 years old, 16 years younger than my father and only 3 years older than my wife.

She's a middle school Chinese teacher, knowledgeable, gentle, and elegant. Standing there, she's like a delicate chrysanthemum—slender, graceful, and a sophisticated young woman.

It's clear my father likes her very much. When introducing Jie, his eyes were full of longing; he hoped I would accept this woman.

That evening, as I lay on Lin's back, wantonly manipulating her plump vulva while moaning and telling her about it, I could feel her body suddenly stiffen from the throes of pleasure.

Her plump buttocks paused abruptly, and after a few seconds, she seemed to react before continuing to thrust forcefully into me. Only after I had completely released inside her did Lin signal me to get off her back.

As I lay panting on the large bed, Lin's snow-white body clung to me like a snake. At my prompting, she brought her full, white breasts to my face. I habitually took her dark red nipples into my mouth and sucked on them like a child, while my right hand slid down to her inner thighs, skillfully caressing her thick vulva.

Lin's thighs parted and closed intermittently, and under my caresses, her vulva became increasingly wet.

Lin, suppressing her pleasure, looked at me as I happily suckled her nipple and said, "You said your dad wants to find another wife?"

I nodded, carefree, and continued sucking on Lin Jie's breasts. I sucked harder and harder, not only sucking but also occasionally grinding them with my teeth. This level of pain seemed to further stimulate Lin Jie's lust, and she shoved her breasts into my mouth even harder.

As she shoved, she said, "You agree now?"

I sucked a few more times before finally releasing her large breasts, but my fingers secretly slipped deeper into her vagina. When my index finger touched Lin Jie's G-spot inside her vagina, I rubbed it vigorously while replying, "I haven't agreed yet. Don't you want to hear your opinion?"

Under my vigorous rubbing, Lin Jie clearly felt a strong stimulation, and she began to moan incoherently, "Focus, focus, husband, you're touching so comfortably, focus!"

I smiled smugly, watching Lin Jie writhe lasciviously under my fingers' ministrations. Feeling my recently softened penis starting to harden again, I quickly increased the pressure of my fingers: "Isn't it all thanks to you, you big slut, that I've become a golden finger?"

Suddenly, Sister Lin screamed, her legs clamping my hand tightly around her. Her body trembled for several seconds before slowly calming down, the muscles on the inside of her thighs visibly spasming.

After Sister Lin recovered slightly from her orgasm, she pulled my right hand out and placed it on her chest, gesturing for me to massage her breasts. She said, "Don't agree so easily. Now that your dad is rich, most women who go for him have impure motives.

I suggested we inquire indirectly first."

I gave a noncommittal "hmm," but moved my body upwards, bringing my hard penis to Sister Lin's lips. The glans slid back and forth on her rosy lips, while I pleaded, "Sister Lin, please suck it for me, okay?"

Sister Lin gave a helpless, wry smile, looking at me with doting eyes, and slowly took my sticky penis into her mouth. Her smooth tongue began to swirl rapidly around the glans, and I felt my entire body tense with pleasure.

After Sister Lin gave me oral sex for about two minutes, I straightened her head and tried to push my penis further down her throat. Sister Lin struggled helplessly for a few moments, but seeing that I was unmoved, she looked at me with a resentful gaze, her mouth opening wider and wider, slowly enveloping my penis deep into her warm throat.

The next day, after Sister Lin left, I found a letter slipped under the door.

I opened it and found only a blank sheet of paper with only one sentence on it:

Your wife used to be a mistress.

Chapter 5: A Word of Hell, A Word of Heaven

I am Lin.

I'm very troubled lately.

Jun's father is going to remarry, and this is my first worry.

Jun's father has made a lot of money in recent years, and his casino business is growing bigger and bigger. Originally, all of this should have gone to Jun and me, because Jun is his only son.

But now, Jun's father is going to remarry, and all of this that was originally so beautiful may change in the future.

I've looked into the background of the woman my father-in-law is going to marry: Jie, 32 years old, transferred to a middle school in the city six months ago as a teacher, divorced once before, no children, from a respectable family with no bad habits.

She met my father-in-law through an introduction four months ago and they're already living together. If nothing unexpected happens, they'll get married at the end of this year.

A 32-year-old woman, only three years younger than me, if she becomes Jun's stepmother, if she has children, she'll be my biggest threat in this family. It's like

a piece of cake that originally belonged to my husband and me is suddenly being taken by an outsider; anyone would be unhappy in that situation.

The second worrying thing is that my ex-husband has appeared in front of me again.

He's here to do business with me.

My ex-husband is now the marketing director of the real estate subsidiary of Huatai Group. He's in our city this time to buy a piece of land.

This land is called Luoye Town, and it's been deserted for many years, a barren wasteland.

It wasn't until three years ago, when Jun's father opened a casino on this wasteland, that the land gradually gained some life.

After partnering with my father, Jun's father's casino business flourished. To support the casino, he secretly bought the entire wasteland, listing both Jun and me on the deed.

My ex-husband came to my hometown this time specifically to buy this land.

His offer was reasonable, but I couldn't sell it because the most valuable thing on the land wasn't the land itself, but my father-in-law's casino.

I once asked my ex-husband why Huatai Group would be interested in this wasteland. His explanation was that Huatai Group wanted to build a factory in my hometown, and the land was cheap, so they wanted to buy it, not expecting that I was the owner.

My ex-husband didn't seem particularly interested in buying the land, only saying he could add another 30% and asked me to think it over.

After discussing the business, my ex-husband held my hand and asked how I was doing.

I didn't reject his slightly excessive gesture because I still loved him.

Upon learning of my remarriage, my ex-husband seemed heartbroken and pained. Thinking of our nine wonderful years together, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

Fate is truly unpredictable. Two people who were once in love parted ways because of mutual infidelity.

After that, my ex-husband started frequently contacting me under the pretext of discussing land sales. I could sense his intentions; he wanted to get back together with me.

I must admit, my heart began to waver.

Just this afternoon, my ex-husband asked me to lunch, and it was during this meal that he confronted me: he wanted to start over with me.

I cried, shaking my head and telling him: It's impossible, I'm already married. Putting aside whether I love my current husband or not, at least he treats me very well.

Suddenly, my ex-husband hugged me and pleaded: "Lin, don't be silly. I've looked into your husband; he's only 24 now, five years younger than you. When you're 40 and past your prime, he'll only be 35, in his prime. He's good to you now, but will he still be good to you when you're old?

A young couple grows old together; after all these years of our relationship, only I will be willing to stay with you."

I confess, when I heard my ex-husband say those words, my heart froze.

He had spoken my deepest fear.

Love—did Jun and I have any love left?

In my eyes, Jun was still a child. His kindness towards me was often just a child's attachment to an older woman.

After all, Jun lost his mother at 17; to him, I was more like a mother than a wife.

Children grow up, and mothers age, no matter how beautiful or sexy a mother may be now.

After we got married, Jun was always very good to me, but that kindness wasn't based on love.

I'm at the peak of my beauty now, and it's normal for Jun to be infatuated with me; but as my ex-husband said, I will eventually grow old—no, not even until then. When I'm over 35 and my beauty begins to fade, Jun will only be 30, the prime of a man's life. Will he still have me in his eyes then?

At that moment, I seriously began to consider divorcing Jun.

If the first two things were troublesome, the third was a bolt from the blue.

That night, when I got home, Jun didn't greet me as usual. He sat quietly on the sofa, and only turned to look at me with a strange expression when I called him.

This was the first time Jun had looked at me like that. I had seen that look in my ex-husband's eyes before—a look that could only come from a complex mixture of anger, pain, humiliation, and other emotions.

My heart sank.

I went over, knelt down, and rested my upper body on Jun's knees. I looked up at him: "Baby, what happened? Tell me."

Jun shook his head and forced a smile. He wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, he took a piece of white paper from his pocket—a crumpled piece of white paper.

On the crumpled paper was only one sentence: "Your wife used to be a mistress."

A wave of dizziness washed over me. I felt my blood rush to my head, my mind went blank, and it took me a long time to recover.

I cried. It was the first time I had cried since we got married. I cried uncontrollably, sobbing, "Do you believe me?"

Jun's not-so-large hands cupped my face, gently wiping away my tears. He looked at me quietly: "I believe everything you say."

I forced myself to suppress my emotions, kneeling before Jun and recounting my painful past in detail.

After I finished, my heart calmed down.

I knew I was finished, or rather, my second marriage was over.

I had made a mistake before, and I thought it was over, but unexpectedly, at the happiest time of my life, it resurfaced like a ghost, delivering a fatal blow to the marriage I had worked so hard to build.

I didn't expect Jun to forgive me. With tears in my eyes, I looked at Jun, forcing myself to remain calm as much as possible.

All of this has happened. I did do terrible things before I met you.

I said, almost word by word, "Let's break up!"

Jun looked at me intently, holding me tightly, his head pressed against my forehead. He only said one sentence: "

Let bygones be bygones. I want you to be my wife, forever."

At that moment, I suddenly felt weak all over. Jun's words took me from hell to heaven.

From that moment on, I suddenly made up my mind: I would bet my whole life on Jun. He may be immature now, and he may abandon me when I'm old; but based on his sincerity at this moment, it's worth betting my whole life on him. That night

, we didn't make love. We held each other tightly in bed, pouring out our hearts to each other. For the first time, I discovered that Jun is actually a very strong man. He may not love me enough yet, but he is sincere enough and willing to believe me without reservation. I have to be grateful that my second marriage, though hasty, was lucky enough.

Because of this piece of paper, I realized that my long-standing worries had come true.

Some people have their eyes on us, or rather, on the wealth we possess.

Thinking back, not many people actually know about my past affair. The appearance of this piece of paper was probably just a test, a test of my marriage with Jun; thankfully, the low-probability event happened. They didn't expect that although Jun is young, he is more mature than many people imagine, and he actually forgave my past.

A frightening thought suddenly crept into my mind: was it really just a coincidence that my ex-husband suddenly appeared before me, suddenly wanted to buy that worthless piece of wasteland?

The next day, I called my dad: "Dad, our family might be being targeted."

Chapter Six: The Test

I am Jun.

I've been very happy lately because the misunderstanding caused by that piece of paper actually allowed Lin Jie and me to see each other more clearly. Beneath Lin Jie's sexy and beautiful exterior, through her strong personality, I discovered that she is actually sensitive and fragile inside.

After the incident with the blank paper, Lin Jie made me change how I address her: I should call her "wife" from now on.

Heh, maybe it's because I used to call her that so easily, but when it came time to actually call her "wife," I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Okay, I'll just call her Sister Lin; I'm used to it.

Sister Lin is my sister-in-law.

Over the weekend, Dad invited my wife and me to a resort. I knew what he meant; he was bringing Jie along.

His intention was clear: to use this gathering to formally accept Jie into the family with Sister Lin and me. Sister Lin's reaction was subtle, which I understood; anyone would feel uncomfortable suddenly having a young mother-in-law. The

resort Dad chose was by a lake, a newly built one. The decor was incredibly luxurious, and it was supposedly a members-only event—you had to buy a 500,000 yuan membership card to get in.

When we arrived at the resort that evening, Dad was already there with Jie to greet us.

I must say, Jie is a different kind of beauty compared to Sister Lin.

Perhaps not as stunningly alluring as Sister Lin, but Jie has her own unique elegance, and with her snow-white skin, the longer you look at her, the more pleasing she becomes.

During dinner, Dad started pushing Jie forward, a little embarrassed, saying: "This, hahaha, this is your Aunt Jie."

Jie smiled warmly at me, and I readily obliged, saying, "Hello, Aunt Jie."

Seeing my approval, Jie smiled broadly. She turned to Sister Lin and greeted her warmly, "I've heard Xiao Jun married a beautiful woman. This must be Lin, right?"

Sister Lin took a sip of red wine, swallowed slowly, and then smiled back at Jie, "This must be Jie. My father-in-law told me you two are good friends. Seeing you today, your skin is so beautiful."

The atmosphere immediately turned awkward. Jie's eyes reddened slightly. She glanced at her father, who was extremely embarrassed. Sister Lin's father was his political ally, and he had always been very polite to Lin.

Sister Lin's words clearly indicated her disapproval of Jie joining our family, leaving her father in a difficult position.

That evening, the four of us quickly finished our meal and went back to our rooms.

Although the meal was unpleasant, Sister Lin was clearly very satisfied with the resort. Women are creatures who enjoy comfort, and the resort's luxurious decor perfectly met her expectations.

Upon entering the room, Sister Lin was delighted to find the bathroom very spacious, with a bathtub by the window overlooking a large lake.

That night, Sister Lin turned off all the lights in the room, drew back the bathroom curtains, and, bathed in moonlight, we slowly enjoyed each other's bodies in the bathtub filled with hot water.

Soaking in the perfectly warm water, I sighed contentedly: This is life! Having money is often really good.

The water temperature was perfect, the bathtub was very spacious, and Sister Lin rode on top of me, moving up and down with great pleasure. I must say, before, when we made love, at the height of our passion, I always felt that Sister Lin was deliberately catering to me; but after the "white paper incident," Sister Lin clearly opened up in front of me. She no longer deliberately served me, but truly found her own pleasure in me.

The moonlight shone on Sister Lin, her body exuding a faint sense of sacredness beyond its alluring sensuality. After

a night of passionate lovemaking, at the height of our passion, Sister Lin suddenly said she had a surprise for me.

I had already ejaculated once inside Sister Lin, and I thought she was going to use her oral skills again. Instead, she took out a small bottle.

She carefully applied it to her anus. What the heck?

After applying it to herself, she squeezed out a little milky white liquid and carefully applied it to my penis. This time, I immediately realized what was happening, and my penis almost instantly became erect.

Still in the woman-on-top position, Sister Lin very reluctantly squeezed my penis into her anus. It really was squeezed in; it was very tight, and once inside, it felt like my rectum was very deep, like I couldn't reach the bottom.

In Sister Lin's tight anus, I only lasted a short time before ejaculating.

After I finished, Sister Lin finally couldn't help but cry, saying between sobs, "Jun, I've finally given you everything I have."

I hugged Sister Lin tightly, my heart filled with warmth. Sister Lin, it's so good to have you.

The next day, Dad arranged for the four of us to go swimming in the lake. I must say, the resort's design is ingenious. They've specially set up a small, private swimming area in a recessed spot in the lake, complete with all the necessary facilities and offering excellent privacy.

Lin and I were having a blast playing in the lake when my dad and Jie went to the rest area after a while, I don't know what they were doing.

Lin wanted to sunbathe after a while, so she sent me to get sunscreen.

While in the rest area, I unexpectedly heard faint moans coming from the changing room. Being an ambitious young man full of curiosity about the unknown, I decisively went to the changing room door and began my voyeuristic act.

Damn, my dad had Jie pinned down on the long bench in the changing room, her back to me, and was thrusting his purplish-black penis into her vagina. Taking this opportunity, I carefully observed Jie's body.

Amazing! Jie's skin was so white, even whiter than Lin's. Jie looked like a virtuous wife and loving mother, but her pubic hair was incredibly thick and messy, unlike Lin's neatly styled hair. Not only was her pubic hair thick, but there were also some fine, soft pubic hairs growing between her anus.

Compared to Lin, Jie's figure wasn't exactly sexy, but it was well-proportioned. Her breasts weren't large, but they were very firm.

My dad was definitely an expert at playing with women. His dark, fat body completely dominated Jie, his thick, long penis pounding into her like a pile driver. Jie's snow-white body lay beneath my dad, emitting moans that sounded like crying. Her frail appearance was completely different from Lin's.

When Jie reached orgasm, she started crying, her body trembling as she sobbed. When Jie's body stopped trembling so much, Dad reluctantly pulled his purplish-black penis out of her vagina. He held it to her mouth and commanded in a domineering tone, "Little bitch, suck it out."

Jie, sniffling, took Dad's glans into her mouth and sucked it rather skillfully. Dad, however, seemed less than pleased with this casual oral sex. He adjusted his position and began to fuck Jie's mouth like a vagina.

During this fucking, it was clear Jie wasn't very happy, but Dad didn't care. After a few minutes, Dad suddenly shuddered, his penis pressing hard against Jie's throat, muttering, "You son of a bitch, I'm almost there, catch me."

Finally, Dad ejaculated profusely into Jie's mouth. Perhaps because he ejaculated too much, as soon as Dad released Jie, she coughed loudly, spitting out drops of white fluid.

After they finished playing, Dad didn't let Jie go. He seemed particularly happy to play with Jie's beautiful cherry lips. He continued to force Jie to lick his penis. As Jie licked, Dad instructed her: "Here, and here, lick well, don't leave a drop."

Seeing this, I felt a surge of lust rising in my lower abdomen. I needed to find Sister Lin to relieve my pent-up desire.

That afternoon, Dad did his thing and hid in the rest area with Jie. I, on the other hand, tried making love in the shallow water of the lake with Sister Lin, and later we had some outdoor sex in the willow grove on the shore.

On the third day at the resort, seeing that Sister Lin and Jie were completely at odds, Dad couldn't stand it anymore and came to talk to me privately: "Son, ask your wife what she really thinks. Jie is a good woman, and I really want to marry her. Let your wife name her conditions. As long as she agrees to let me marry Jie, we can discuss any conditions!"

I relayed Dad's meaning to Sister Lin, who didn't hold back and proposed three conditions that I thought were even more ruthless than those of a notorious landlord: 1. 1. No children allowed within five years (Jie is already 32, she'll be 37 in five years, and my dad will be 53; even if she wanted a child, my dad might not be able to manage it); 2. After Jie marries into the family, she will only receive a settlement allowance of 1.5 million yuan per year. She will have no say in the casino shares or my dad's other businesses; (Damn, isn't this just paying 1.5 million yuan to hire a high-class nanny for my dad to sleep with part-time?)

3. If Jie has a son after five years, the son can only inherit assets worth no more than 10 million yuan;

if it's a daughter, she can only inherit assets worth no more than 5 million yuan.

After reading these points, I basically understood Sister Lin's meaning. If Jie marries my dad, she's only willing to pay a year's worth of casino profits at most; if Jie wants more, forget it.

When I nervously relayed these points to my dad, he actually pondered for a moment, then smiled approvingly: "

Your daughter-in-law is good, she's more thoughtful than me. Let's go with these conditions. I'll go ask your Aunt Jie's opinion."

We spent three days at the resort and returned home thoroughly.

After returning home, I told Sister Lin, "Look how magnanimous Aunt Jie is! She agreed to all your demanding requests."

To my surprise, Sister Lin's face darkened upon hearing this. I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?

Aunt Jie agreed, but you're unhappy?" Sister

Lin took a deep breath, looked at me seriously, her eyes filled with gravity: "Jun, you must be extremely careful of this woman.

I suspect this woman isn't just after your father's money."

Chapter Seven: Clues

I am Lin.

Today was sunny and the sky was clear—perfect weather for an outing.

But I didn't go out because Jun was sick.

The passionate lovemaking in the resort's water, followed by a wild encounter in the willow grove, had exhausted Jun; coupled with not keeping warm afterwards, Jun felt unwell after returning home and developed a fever the next day, confining him to bed.

After I helped Jun take his medicine, he fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at Jun's delicate face, I kissed him tenderly and quietly went into the study.

There were two documents in the study. These were documents my father had accessed using his privileged access, and he had them delivered to me yesterday.

I carefully examined the two documents, reading them over and over again, my suspicions growing stronger.

The first document was about my ex-husband: Lu Yiming, male, 31 years old, currently the marketing director of the real estate subsidiary of Huatai Group, formerly based in Shanghai.

He came to W City six months ago to be responsible for the site selection and land acquisition for Huatai Group's factory.

He is 1.82 meters tall, handsome, and during his six months in W City, he frequently took clients to the "Lan Club" in his spare time, where he had a close relationship with the club's owner, Sister Xiong.

The second document was about a woman named Jie: Shen Xinjie, female, 32 years old, formerly a teacher at a middle school in Shanghai.

She has been married once before, has no children, and was transferred to W City six months ago, currently a middle school Chinese teacher in W City.

She's 1.65 meters tall, slender and fair-skinned. When she first became a middle school Chinese teacher, it was rumored that the school principal's only son pursued her, but to no avail.

These two documents also contain recent records of their activities, which seem perfectly normal.

However, through these documents, I still see several suspicious points: the timing. Both of them came to my hometown, W city, six months ago—is it just a coincidence? Shen Xinjie coming to W city to teach is strange in itself. Why would a middle school teacher in Shanghai, doing so well, be transferred to a middle school in our third-tier city six months ago? Unless she offended someone, it's unusual for someone to be transferred from a high-ranking position to a lower one.

My ex-husband was originally the sales director of a real estate subsidiary of Huatai Group in Shanghai. He was doing well; why would he suddenly be transferred to this third-tier city? Internal company backlash? Judging from his demeanor during our meetings, he didn't seem to be forced into it.

The previous suspicious points can be explained by coincidence or other hidden reasons. The most crucial point in these documents is: the "busty woman" at the "Lan Club."

As far as I know, Sister Xiong, the owner of "Lan Club," happened to be the matchmaker for my father-in-law and Jie's blind date.

And this woman also had a very close relationship with my ex-husband.

I vaguely seem to have found a thread connecting these people and certain events: Six months ago, my ex-husband and Jie both came to W City from Shanghai, where they met Sister Xiong at the same time.

After arriving in W City, my ex-husband contacted me, using the excuse of buying land, and has been harassing me ever since; meanwhile, through Sister Xiong's introduction, Jie and my father-in-law met and quickly became very close, reaching the point of discussing marriage within just a few months.

At the same time, someone left letters at my house, telling Jun about my past experiences.

In this storyline, the key figure, Sister Chest, emerges.

Sister Chest's real name isn't actually Chest.

Her surname is Li, and her given name is rather common: Xiaoling. She's 31 years old and a very wealthy woman. She's not only the owner of "Lan Club," but also a minor shareholder in my father-in-law's casino. She receives at least 3 million yuan in dividends from the casino every year.

This woman is so powerful simply because she married a good husband, even though he's been dead for over three years.

Her husband was my father-in-law's close friend. When the casino first started, her husband owned 49% of the shares, and my father-in-law owned 51%.

Three years ago, Xiaoling's husband was stabbed to death by a gambling addict in the casino (her husband was the dealer; he won over 5 million yuan from that addict, forcing him to pay off his debts with all his assets, and the gambling addict, in a fit of rage, stabbed her husband to death).

After her husband died, she returned most of her casino shares and used the proceeds, along with dividends, to open a private club called "Lan Club" in W City. Almost all of W City's most beautiful and expensive prostitutes worked there for Ling.

Ling was a woman who appeared gentle but was ruthless inside; she would seize any opportunity to destroy anyone who offended her. Plus, she had a large 38F bust, so people who knew her didn't call her by her real name, but rather "Sister Breasts."

Although this woman was fierce, she maintained a good relationship with my father-in-law, who, out of respect for her deceased husband, treated her well.

After thinking about all this, I felt completely overwhelmed.

If it were just my ex-husband or Jie plotting against our family, I wouldn't care.

In W City, with my father-in-law and my father's connections, there was basically nothing they couldn't handle in either the legal or illegal world; but with Sister Breasts among those targeting us, that was a truly terrifying force.

Furthermore, my intuition told me that Sister Breasts might be an important link in this conspiracy, but definitely not the ultimate mastermind. Because, with her power, even if she wanted to target our family, she wouldn't think to involve my ex-husband and a woman like Jie.

Could it be that more than one force is trying to harm our family?

I spent a long time in the study, carefully considering my options: I must tell my father about this immediately.

Few people in W City know about my partnership with my father-in-law in running a casino. In fact, to avoid suspicion, my father didn't even attend my wedding with Jun.

People in Jun's father's circle always thought Jun had simply married the daughter of an ordinary civil servant.

My father's hidden identity and the power he wields will be my biggest trump card in this marital battle.

That evening, Jun's illness finally improved considerably. I helped him get up and eat some porridge. During this time, I received a call from my ex-husband, asking me to continue discussing the land purchase. I thought about it and arranged a time with him.

After eating the porridge, Jun clearly felt much better. I accompanied him for a walk in the garden. As we walked, his hands, as usual, became restless, placing them on my plump buttocks and kneading them wantonly.

I wiggled my hips a few times, and seeing that he had no intention of giving up, I let him be.

Jun asked me, "You said yesterday that Aunt Jie had a problem, how did you figure that out?"

Hearing this, my heart warmed instantly. He didn't ask me why I said that, but instead asked how I figured it out, which meant he fully trusted me, not only me as a person, but also my judgment.

As a woman, a woman who had been terribly deceived, to have a man trust you so wholeheartedly—what more could I ask for!

My answer was unwavering: Men are lustful, women are greedy for money.

My demands were so stringent that they essentially eliminated Jie's hopes of seizing your father's inheritance; more importantly, to marry your father, she was even willing to not have children for five years.

A woman who isn't greedy for money and doesn't intend to have a child to secure her position in your family—this is not a choice a normal woman would make.

Jie agreed to my conditions without hesitation, without any intention of bargaining; there's no other explanation than that she has grand ambitions.

Your father must have had doubts about this too, which is why he agreed to my approach!

Jun chuckled, unable to resist arguing with me: "You forgot one possibility. Maybe Jie really loves my dad?"

I laughed out loud: "Even if you believe it, even if I believe it, do you think your dad would believe it?"

I couldn't help but retort sarcastically: "If we don't consider your dad's tens of millions in assets, what do you think Jie would see in him? Just look at his current weight of 160 pounds, his six-month pregnant belly, his 48 years old, and his vices of drinking and womanizing?

If I were Jie, even if I truly loved money, I would choose you. At least you're much easier to fool than your dad."

Jun tightened his grip on my buttocks with one hand, and with the other, he started pulling me towards the room. Jun said smugly: "Jie can't fool me, because I've already been fooled by you."

It wasn't dark yet, but Jun and I went to bed early.

I knew what Jun wanted to do; he's young, it's normal to think about that every day.

But I knew today wasn't a good day for sex. Jun's body had just recovered a little, and having sex at this time would be bad for his health.

I coaxed Jun, only agreeing to give him oral sex, telling him to be patient and wait until he was fully recovered before we could do it again.

I only took off Jun's pajama bottoms and made him lie down obediently.

I took Jun's penis into my mouth, my tongue quickly swirling around the glans. After Jun's penis became erect, I began to deep-throat.

I had to finish quickly so that Jun could ejaculate as soon as possible and put him to sleep.

After sucking Jun's penis for almost ten minutes, I felt my tongue was almost numb when Jun finally tensed his muscles and tried to push me away.

I knew Jun was about to ejaculate, so I held Jun's penis tightly in my mouth and sucked hard like I was drinking a beverage. Finally, Jun ejaculated in my mouth.

Perhaps because we had only done it a few times at the resort, Jun didn't ejaculate much this time. I endured the fishy smell and forced myself to swallow Jun's semen.

After the oral sex, Jun was obviously very tired. He wanted to pull up his pants and go to sleep. Seeing that he didn't want to get up to clean himself, and worried that he would be uncomfortable while sleeping, I simply bent down and started licking Jun again.

My oral skills are probably professional-level (after all, I've been trained by both my ex-husband and ex-lover), and I quickly made Jun moan comfortably.

After I thoroughly cleaned Jun's entire penis and scrotum, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

I pulled Jun into my warm embrace, looking at his sleeping profile, and suddenly felt a blissful exhaustion welling up deep within me.

When Jun is asleep, he's just like a child, so pure, so adorable.

As a woman who has weathered storms and been deceived, what I need most now isn't sexual satisfaction or material desires, but a man's true heart.

I never imagined that in the end, it would be Jun, this childlike man, who would give me his true heart.

I originally thought my ex-husband would give me his true heart, but all the clues pointed to a far more sinister purpose behind his trip to W City.

I don't know what my ex-husband wants, but I know very well in my heart: if, if my ex-husband really came to W City to target our family, I will absolutely not hold back.

Ex-husband, Jie, Sister Xiong, and those behind-the-scenes manipulators—let's see what kind of fighting power a mother beast will unleash to protect her nest!

Chapter Eight: Hidden Love, Hidden Hate

I am Jun.

Sister Lin said she had an appointment to discuss something today and left before noon.

As soon as she left, I received a call from Sister Xiong.

I hesitated for a long time before answering.

Sister Xiong is a thorn in my side; all these years have passed, and I thought she would never contact me again. Unexpectedly, she asked to meet me today.

I hesitated about meeting Sister Xiong.

Because I knew my father strongly disapproved of me meeting with Sister Xiong. Although he had taken good care of Sister Xiong after her husband's death.

Before leaving, I sent a text message to Sister Lin. I felt I needed to make things clear with her: "Wife, Sister Xiong asked to meet me. She said she has something to discuss."

A while later, Sister Lin called back. She was silent for a moment on the phone before softly saying, "Go ahead. But be careful. Something's happened in our family recently, and Sister Xiong can't escape it."

Sister Xiong is an unconventional beauty.

If Sister Lin is fit and sexy, and Jie is slender and fair-skinned, then Sister Xiong is voluptuous and sensual. Yes, sensual. Sister Xiong is like a ripe, alluring lump of flesh, as if you'd burst with juice if you took a bite.

I've known Sister Xiong for a long time, or to put it another way, I've known her since I was 16.

When I was 16, my dad and his cronies were running an underground casino.

Back then, running a casino in W City was something that people hated because it was so lucrative. At that time

, gangsters would come to raid the place, and the police would come to collect protection money. My dad and his cronies struggled to keep it afloat.

Back then, to evade the police and protect the casino, they spent long periods of time there, sometimes not returning home for months at a time.

At that time, Sister Xiong was only 24, having just married my father's closest friend; and I was only 16.

Without my father and without a husband, Sister Xiong and I depended on each other.

One was experiencing her first stirrings of love, the other was young and beautiful; I don't know who made the first move, but Sister Xiong and I became involved.

Or to put it bluntly, I slept with my father's best friend's woman.

Secrets can't stay hidden forever. Once the casino business was on track and my father had some free time, he quickly discovered my affair with Sister Xiong.

He immediately sent me to study in another city and paid for my university education.

When I returned after graduating, I discovered that Sister Xiong's husband had died. Under my father's arrangement, I quickly married Sister Lin.

At my wedding, I kept hoping Sister Xiong would appear, but she didn't.

I thought Sister Xiong would never contact me again.

Eight years later, at the Lan Club, I saw Sister Breasts again.

We met in a very private room, decorated in a very lewd style, predominantly pink, with various European-style nude oil paintings on the walls, even the ashtrays were shaped like female genitalia.

Sister Breasts had become even more voluptuous, or rather, her breasts and buttocks were fuller.

As the saying goes, "Wide buttocks beyond the shoulders, pleasure like that of a god," and Sister Breasts' buttocks were almost as wide as her shoulders. Miraculously, her waist wasn't thick; as for her breasts, they were still the same size and firm as I remembered.

Today, Sister Breasts wore a low-cut dress, the neckline almost exposing two-thirds of her breasts.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but recall eight years ago, how after each time I made love to Sister Breasts, I would bury my head in her breasts and fall into a deep sleep.

My current status as a sister-obsessed and breast-obsessed person is all thanks to Sister Breasts!

The first thing Sister Xiong said to me was, "Jun, the wife you married is a slut."

I remained silent. Eight years had passed, and I really didn't want to argue with her the moment we met.

Sister Xiong tossed me an envelope, gesturing with her chin. I hesitated for a moment, then opened it.

Inside was a stack of photos—various pictures of Sister Lin at parties with a strange man.

The man was tall and handsome, probably around Sister Lin's age.

The first few photos were relatively normal, but the later ones showed Sister Lin crying in the man's arms.

After looking at the photos, I remained silent, only coldly staring at Sister Breasts: "Sister, what do you mean?"

Sister Breasts grabbed my hand and placed it on her enormous breasts. She suddenly revealed another side of herself, a mournful one: "Jun, that woman isn't right for you. I... only I am right for you."

I was terrified, I felt guilty, I pulled my hand away from Sister Breasts, and tears suddenly streamed down my face: "Sister, I'm sorry, we can't go on like this. I was young and ignorant before, we were all wrong. Please!"

Sister Breasts looked at me, tears streaming down her face, her eyes slowly turning terrifying. She suddenly roared:

"Wrong my ass! What did we do wrong? If it weren't for your father, we would have been together after you graduated."

Sister Breasts burst into tears, cursing as she cried: I didn't like that deadbeat husband at all.

I was so young and beautiful back then. If he hadn't forced me, would I have married him? After we got together, your dad forcibly separated us.

At the time, I thought you were young and I had a husband, so I didn't really expect us to be together. But then my husband died, and I longed to be with you so much.

When you graduated from university and came back, I talked to your dad, saying I'd do anything to be with you!

But that bastard of a dad lied to me, demanding I transfer my casino shares to him before he'd agree to our marriage.

After I transferred the shares, that bastard of a dad secretly married you off to that little bitch Lin.

Damn it, your dad even had the nerve to say that I'm your elder, and that my marriage to you is incest, deserving of divine retribution."

Sister Xiong's eyes turned ferocious as she finished speaking, her gaze filled with madness. She stared at me fiercely:

" "Your dad wronged me, you wronged me, that bitch wronged me too. Your whole family wronged me. If it weren't for you, I would have had your whole family killed long ago."

Hearing this, I was speechless. In my 24 years of life, I realized that beneath the surface of my seemingly happy life lay so many secrets, deals, betrayals, and hurts.

I looked at Sister Xiong with numb eyes and murmured, "Sister Xiong, my dad and I really wronged you. What do you want? I'll try my best to satisfy you."

Hearing my words, Sister Breasts seemed to calm down a bit. A fire seemed to ignite in her eyes. She licked her lips and retorted, "Did you put something in your drink to enhance the experience? Hehe." "Now, are you feeling hot all over, and getting hard down there? Don't you think my breasts are especially big, and you really want to touch them?" "Since my husband died, I haven't had a man. Tell me, what do I need most right now?"

Sex, crazy sex.

Intercourse, oral sex, anal sex, breast sex—whatever's fun, whatever's crazy.

In this private room, I was like a helpless lamb, and Sister Breasts reveled in my body.

Sister Breasts was like a she-wolf; in this private room, she took me again and again. Even when my penis went soft, Sister Breasts would help me get hard again through oral sex or breast sex, and then continue.

We did it from afternoon until night. When I ejaculated the last bullet into Sister Breasts's snow-white, voluptuous body, I felt like my body no longer belonged to me.

Chapter Nine: A Series of Schemes, Step by Step

I am Lin.

Today, I arranged to meet my ex-husband.

Logically, after the "blank paper incident," I shouldn't be seeing him anymore. Since we met, aside from showing an attitude of wanting to get back together, he hasn't done anything excessive to me. The best course of action would be to completely cut off contact and slowly extinguish his hopes.

However, my intuition tells me that his trip to W city this time isn't just about winning me back.

There seems to be a thread connecting him, Jie, and Sister Xiong.

Of course, maybe I'm just overthinking it: maybe the three of them just happen to know each other; maybe the "blank paper incident" was just a prank; maybe…

But, based on a woman's intuition, I've decided to continue contacting him for a while. I firmly believe that

if a fox wants to eat you, it will eventually show its tail.

Furthermore, deep down, I must admit I feel guilty towards him, and this guilt makes it difficult for me to directly refuse his invitation.

This time, the place he chose to meet was very secluded and romantic; he had booked a private room for couples.

I understood what my ex-husband meant.

Let's get down to business. He offered a very sincere price for that piece of wasteland, a price that even tempted me.

50 million—more than three times the actual value of the land.

I was stunned. Had my ex-husband gone mad? Buying wasteland for that price? Was Huatai Group a bank?

For the first time, I seriously told him, "Your price is too tempting. But that land isn't just for me; I need to discuss it with my husband."

He nodded. After we finished discussing business, he remained silent, looking at me with melancholy eyes.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became ambiguous. I must admit, under his melancholy gaze, in this subtle atmosphere, my love for him was slowly being rekindled.

Suddenly, his hand touched mine, his long, slender fingers gently tracing the back of my hand—a ticklish sensation, the kind of playful flirting we used to do.

After marrying Jun, although he was incredibly skilled in bed, he lacked the romance of my ex-husband in the details of our intimate life.

My ex-husband whispered in my ear, "I booked a room upstairs."

Seeing that I didn't object, he licked my earlobe. I slightly turned my head away, and his magnetic voice said, "Shall we go upstairs now?"

Looking at his provocative eyes, I couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

Just then, the phone rang. I was startled: it was Jun's father calling.

I felt as if I'd been doused with cold water; my face flushed crimson. What was I doing? I'd decided to settle down with Jun, and yet I was still entangled with my ex-husband. I was such a shameless woman.

After quickly pushing my ex-husband away, I answered the phone. Jun's father only said one sentence: "Something's happened with Jie. I'll call you tonight, and we'll talk in detail."

After hanging up, I directly refused my ex-husband. He wouldn't give up, so I reluctantly agreed to meet him again next week before hurriedly leaving that ambiguous private room.

When I got home, Jun still hadn't returned. This made me feel uneasy. I tried calling Jun, but no one answered. (Later I found out that at that time, my dear little husband was being repeatedly violated by that old bitch, Sister Breasts; how could he have time to answer my call!) By 7 pm, Jun still hadn't returned. At this time, Jun's father called and told me something that shocked me.

A few days ago, Jie secretly sent 500,000 yuan to an account in another city without Jun's father's knowledge; yesterday, she secretly sent another 300,000 yuan.

After Jun's father discovered this, he asked my father to check the transfer records with the bank. The money was sent to a person named Lu Yiming.

Lu Yiming, isn't that my ex-husband?

Hearing this, I broke out in a cold sweat, my vision blurred, and my heart ached as if it were being stabbed.

Lu Yiming, oh Lu Yiming, how I wished you had nothing to do with this, how I wished our meeting was just a coincidence. So, you really were here to destroy my family; so, it wasn't all just my imagination.

I certainly made mistakes in my first marriage, but wasn't the initial mistake you made?

My second marriage was finally happy and fulfilling, and you showed no mercy, insisting on dragging me back into hell?

Lu Yiming, oh Lu Yiming, we knew each other for eight years, were married for one year, and I gave you the best nine years of my life. Did all our vows go to waste?

I cried, cried uncontrollably, cried my heart out, cried like a baby. I knew that my love for my ex-husband was completely dead.

After crying, I did something: I called my dad and told him everything that had happened to me these past few days.

After listening to my father's explanation, he only said one sentence: "This is a setup. It's a good thing you didn't go to that room with your ex-husband today, or you'd be finished.

Give me the address, I'll have someone check that room tonight."

At 10 PM, Jun still hadn't returned, and I still couldn't reach him by phone. I called Jun's father, and he said he'd have someone look for Sister Xiong, which made me a little relieved.

Usually, when Jun clings to me every day, I sometimes find it annoying, thinking he's too clingy; but when Jun really doesn't come home for a long time, I realize my heart is empty. Without Jun, I feel uneasy all over.

Jun, what happened to you? Why aren't you back?

At 11 PM, my father called. He told me he'd found the room my ex-husband had booked and discovered a very hidden high-definition camera pointed at the bed.

I suddenly felt utterly hopeless. Lu Yiming, you're so cruel.

If I really couldn't resist and went to a hotel with you, you were going to use this to completely destroy everything I had, right?

You bastard, you want to play games, don't you? I'll play this game with you to the very end!

Around midnight, Jun finally returned, brought back by some of his father's henchmen.

He was so weak he could barely walk; he looked exhausted, and from a distance, you could smell a mixture of perfume, sweat, and semen on him.

The henchmen left with strange expressions, avoiding my eyes and refusing to answer my questions about what had happened to Jun.

After they left, Jun looked at me with a bitter smile and gently hugged me: "I'm sorry, wife. I did something I'm ashamed of today."

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