"A Wife's Heart is Like a Knife" - Chapter 43, Eyes

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My world is as quiet and terrifying as a severely confined nuclear zone, where everything is relentlessly and continuously deteriorating...
In the conference room, after the boss said something, everyone suddenly started clapping even more enthusiastically, and the sound was very loud!
I snapped out of my reverie and saw the boss calling on the HR manager to come up on stage and give a speech.
The person was sitting very close to me, and when everyone was looking at him, I looked up at him too. From behind, all I could see was the back of his somewhat bald head.
I gave a perfunctory clapping. Everyone around me watched excitedly as he went on stage.
I know he's in charge of personnel promotions. Putting him on the roster is very likely a prelude to announcing the list. That's the main event today.
All the colleagues around him, even the most absent-minded ones, straightened up and looked expectantly at the "Mediterranean" man walking toward the stage.
But I had absolutely no interest in it, no motivation whatsoever. Promotion? Raise? Power? Benefits... everything.
My motivation has been completely drained, like it's been sucked dry by a sponge...
Everyone else was sitting up straight, so I couldn't lean back like that anymore and sat up a little more upright as well.
Old Cai clearly has no chance of getting a promotion this time. He was whispering sourly to the person next to him, "Those who are successful in love are unsuccessful in their careers. Those who are successful in their careers are unsuccessful in love. The person who gets promoted this time is probably being cheated on."
I felt a conflicting feeling of anger mixed with helplessness...
This Mr. Cai is a long-time employee of our company. He became a "clerk" a long time ago, but has not been promoted for many years since.
He has a very prominent characteristic: he "only schemes for people, not for things." He's extremely proactive in cultivating relationships and flattering his superiors at the company, but he never focuses on doing anything productive.
This resulted in his lackluster performance. His work style might have been acceptable in a state-owned enterprise, but it wouldn't have been well-received in a private company that values individual performance, or even in a highly ambitious state-owned enterprise.
The reason is simple: you're all about flattery and not doing your job. Even if your superiors, who also face performance pressure, like you, have a good impression of you, how can they possibly give you important responsibilities? Are they supposed to do the work you haven't done?
Of course, his skills weren't entirely useless. That's why he was promoted to "clerk" in such a short time after joining the company.
Unfortunately, in the years that followed, he made almost no progress. That was the only reason.
This particular person always felt like he was being overlooked, like a talented horse that hadn't met its discerning owner, a pearl cast before swine. So every time he got promoted, he would make all sorts of sarcastic remarks, both overt and covert.
He then hunched his shoulders and gossiped with Xiao Gong, who was sitting upright next to him, intently staring at the stage, "I used to have a classmate in Yangping. I went to visit him in 2011. At that time, he had just been promoted, and his company's chief secretary specifically notified him to go to the general manager's office. But halfway there, his sister suddenly rushed over to him and told him that his wife was cheating on him, and that the facts were undeniable, and that he should go and catch her in the act."
He turned and left. The company's chief secretary told him, "The boss is waiting. If you leave like this, things might fall through." He yelled, "I'll catch them cheating even if it means not getting a promotion!" Then he ran to a hotel, only to find out it was all a misunderstanding. His wife was just finding a place for her relatives to stay.
But because of this delay, his company canceled his promotion. I was with him at the time, comforting him and saying that there should still be a chance.
Then the chief secretary came to inform him that there had been a mistake in the previous notification, and that he had nothing to do with the promotion.
How could such a thing be communicated to the wrong person?
At the time, he had a competitor. That person was originally less qualified than him and wasn't on the promotion list. But that day, he was inexplicably promoted, and afterwards, he rose through the ranks rapidly.
“He’s a vice president now. My classmate, on the other hand, is still stuck in the same place.”
Xiao Gong couldn't help but say, "That's a pity. If he hadn't gone home back then, he might have been the one who rose to prominence."
"That's right. Sometimes it's just luck." Old Cai said with a lot of emotion, as if he had been unable to rise through the ranks for so many years because he lacked luck.
Old Cai suddenly changed the subject, saying, "But it's not necessarily a pity. Do you know what happened to that person who rose rapidly through the ranks?"
Xiao Gong and the others were all secretly listening to him and watching him.
Old Cai paused, noticing everyone was looking at him, and then continued smugly, "That guy must have been so excited on the day he got promoted that he wanted to surprise his wife. He didn't call, but instead took leave and rushed home early to share the good news. Turns out, he caught his wife cheating on him in bed. Hehe."
What he said was so bizarre that several of his colleagues remarked, "This is too much of a coincidence."
"It's made up, isn't it?"
Old Cai, with an attitude of "believe it or not," said, "Sometimes fate is just like that." Then he posed a question: "If you had to choose between your wife cheating on you and your future career, which would you choose? Would you want to rise to the top or be cuckolded?"
The people fell silent immediately, clearly deep in thought; no one spoke.
Looking at them, the answer was immediately clear in my mind: if I could truly go back to the way things were, I'd rather not get the promotion, have no future… If canceling my promotion could salvage everything, I'd give up the position without hesitation. But, is there even such a chance…?
The wind was strong outside the window, and the sky was already as gloomy as dusk, with dark clouds resembling a scene from a science fiction movie about time travel.
The curtain hiding the camera was flapping violently in the wind, causing the screen on the back of the camera to shake as well, like a small boat that could capsize at any moment in a storm.
The content displayed on the viewfinder, however, continued unabated...
In the center of the shot: the woman's fair flesh and pink genitals, like a voracious predator, are devouring the thick, black intestines section by section.
From the lower edge of that cavity, a liquid like saliva flowed down, like that of an extremely gluttonous monster.
This process lasted a long time on camera.
I just feel the world is cold. I can't stop anything, and I'm unwilling to leave, so I can only be like a vengeful ghost...
The two men's hips eventually came together.
The thin man's large, white scrotum drooped down, obscuring Lin Xi's anus and becoming stained with the clear fluid from it. It was like a ritual.
It became quiet, it froze.
The only thing visible on the screen was the image of a thin, dark-skinned man pressing down on that fair, voluptuous body.
It was so small that even with its arms outstretched, it couldn't give Lin Qian a complete hug.
I suddenly found it all ridiculous; everything seemed so funny, so unreal…
Lin Qian actually cheated on him with such a useless man...
The deformed little man was clearly not a persistent person; he gave up on hugging after a few attempts.
It changed its posture, stretched its neck forward, and licked Lin Qian's full breasts like a dog.
That action somehow reminded me of something a short classmate of mine from many years ago liked to say that was nonsense.
He was a short boy, less than 1.6 meters tall, who sat in the first row of the classroom. He often shouted, "Don't look down on me because I'm short, I can fuck a pussy while drinking milk."
The skinny guy in front of me was actually doing something that seemed to only exist in legends, and it was something that a normal man probably couldn't do.
Her snow-white body tensed up, her chest being Lin Qian's sensitive area. His withered lips covered Lin Qian's nipples, causing her snow-white breasts to sway in surprise.
Then, the man's pointed, dark buttocks began to slowly wiggle.
Her plump, white buttocks, like a machine slowly starting up, didn't react at first. But soon, they began to tremble slightly.
Soon after, the snow-white flesh on her thigh trembled as if she had been electrocuted.
When she could no longer hold on, she suddenly reached behind the thin, dark-skinned man and hugged his waist and hips, trying to immobilize him. This behavior is similar to that in a boxing match, the losing side tries to passively stall for time by clinging to their opponent, giving themselves a chance to catch their breath.
But the little man didn't care at all. I could even think of smiling lines on his cheeks from the side and behind. His lower body stopped moving, but his mouth, like a tigerfish snatching food, fiercely covered her breasts, which trembled like jelly. I think I could hear a "smack!"
The woman quickly panicked under the attack, her hands frantically trying to protect her upper body. The thin, dark-skinned devil clung to her breasts like a leech, impossible to shake off.
It was like a battle where the opponent's weaknesses had been exploited; it was a one-sided slaughter.
I couldn't hear her voice, but I could almost hear Lin Qian screaming violently. She was like a large prey on the grassland, its vital organs seized by a hyena, seemingly powerful but completely powerless to resist.
I have a sense of desolation, a feeling of ultimate downfall. This was her own choice, wasn't it? I don't know what Lin Qian was really pursuing…
She appeared to be struggling and in pain in front of the camera.
Even a blind man could see that subduing Yang Taozi was effortless for her. The deformed boy could barely help her take off her pants; he couldn't resist her strength at all. With just a slight threat, this cowardly fellow would surely obey.
But she did nothing, letting it ravage her, conquer her, and degrade her.
It was as if she was actually willingly accepting this humiliating conquest...
I can't understand what she's thinking. She used to be so proud, so competitive, so strong-willed. But it seems that after she lost to the starfruit that time, she completely changed, becoming easily submissive and tolerant... even seemingly actively cooperating with it, helping it conquer her...
I don't understand what kind of thinking this is...
It's like a legendary steed finding its master, but the master isn't strong enough to conquer it. So, everyone tries to help it? I find that laughable.
The starfruit on the screen looked very arrogant.
It was teasing her wantonly, watching the woman's embarrassed state. It seemed to be enjoying the feeling of having her under its control.
Is this what she wanted...?
Yang Taozi clearly didn't realize that Lin Qian had actually been helping it all along. In truth, it couldn't possibly have won over Lin Qian on its own. That earlier incident with the stirrups was more of a result of Lin Qian playing with fire. And it probably is now too.
But they'd gone a bit too far. Lin Qian seemed to be reaching her limit. Even she had her limits.
Suddenly, she grabbed his thin, dark ribs with both hands, as if she were saying something...
So Yang Taozi actually stopped slowly. It was ultimately timid. Lin Qian, on the other hand, still seemed somewhat resistant, as if she didn't really want to be conquered.
I don't know why she has this conflicting feeling. It's as if she has two different selves inside her.
The sky outside was as dark as ever, and my heart, shrouded in darkness, couldn't see anything in this world...
But it's a good thing they stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I have a feeling that if she continues like this, there will be no turning back. It's better for her to stop now.
Inside the conference room, the HR manager on the podium was speaking loudly.
Then he, the CEO, and several other senior executives stood on the stage, holding hands and raising their arms high.
It was a boring meeting, just like any other, filled with tedious platitudes, boring rituals, and everything else...
No one will notice me. And even less will anyone know what I'm going through.
I listened to those empty words for about ten seconds out of boredom. Then I returned to the camera. I was planning to just turn it off.
After being threatened like that by Lin Qian, Yang Taozi would theoretically be more restrained. Although it wouldn't let it go so easily, it was ultimately afraid of death. It's a classic example of a petty person, a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong. So, what happened next was probably just them soaking in bed together…
I didn't want to see any more of this. I took one last look before turning off the camera lens.
The scene captured on camera gave me a sudden jolt.
In the shot, the thin man's back was heaving violently.
Its massive, parasitic penis, beneath its devilish body, was suddenly pulled up and then thrust in again.
This is completely different from what I expected!
Lin Qian's threat had absolutely no effect!
I felt a profound sense of impending doom, and my eyes paled as I looked at the snow-white woman. She trembled like a leaf in a storm. With each of Yang Taozi's relentless thrusts, her hands convulsed. Her hands, which had been gripping the young man's ribs, remained there, but like a drowning person clinging to the gunwale of a boat, she was clearly incapable of even saving herself, let alone threatening anyone.
This was a one-sided massacre...
I can't bear to look at these things...
I felt a sense of despair and sorrow, as if my city had been breached. I wondered, have I really lost her today?
I'm thinking—maybe I really have lost her today...
When I mentioned divorce before, it was more of a form of revenge against her.
But the most tragic thing is that you can only hurt those who love you.
My belief that I can get revenge on her is based on the assumption that she still loves me. I know that when I want a divorce, she will cry, make a scene, refuse to leave, refuse to break up, and swear to suicide… I will use a cold rejection to hurt her, to get my revenge on her severely!
But what if she doesn't care at all?
This thought stung me like a wound clinging to my body, refusing to leave...
When people are in pain, time seems to stretch on endlessly; it felt like an eternity to me…
The thin, dark-skinned man finally stopped. Lin Qian's hands slid onto the bed, her long, slender, snow-white hands trembling as if she had Parkinson's disease.
Because Lin Qian's snow-white body appears quite large on camera, it looks as if the whole world is trembling.
The thin, dark-skinned man straightened up, one hand grasping her firm, snow-white breasts, casually playing with them as if he were holding something.
It was like a victor who ruled over everything, arbitrarily deciding everything. Lin Qian's snow-white body heaved violently as she gasped for breath.
After indulging in this unrestrained behavior for a while...
It lowered its head, as if suddenly wanting to see something. Then it braced its hands on the bed, and its thin back began to slowly rise.
Lin Qian's legs spread limply, allowing the bony crotch to leave.
Unlike the crazy actions just now.
His dark, thin hips lifted very slowly, as if they were bearing a tremendous force.
I could even see two dark dents on its thin legs from the strain it was putting on.
It was as if it were not pulling out its ugly penis, but rather the sword in the stone of King Arthur, the legendary ruler by destiny.
The white sac slowly rose along with its thin rear end. Below it was the glistening, black, arthropod-like penis.
That thing is very long and very big.
The silence of the camera inexplicably evoked a sense of being looked up to by the masses.
When it is raised to a certain height.
I saw again the most sacred private parts of that beautiful woman, which had just been covered by her dark, thin crotch. It was now a scene of utter devastation.
If her body were a country, then the most brutal war of conquest must have just taken place there. The kind of one-sided, massacre-like war.
The pink labia between her fair skin were now a mess, covered in a dirty, white, sticky substance, just like fermented bean curd.
As the man's body rose, my view was blocked by his back, but then, as he rose even higher, I saw Lin Xi's face again through his dark, thin crotch.
I could see Lin Qian's face was flushed, as if she were drunk. Her eyes were looking in my direction.
That look in her eyes gave me the illusion that she was looking at me.
That look in my eyes is hard to describe.
Just like the look in her eyes when I took her virginity (she's a rather traditional woman who insisted on not sleeping with anyone until after marriage. So our wedding night was actually her first time).
I just knew her eyes weren't focused on me. She couldn't possibly know I was here.
The little man above her hadn't paid any attention to her until now; he was just looking down at his prematurely aged creation.
Lin Qian's eyes were fixed on it.

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