【Seaside Villa】【Chapter Two】

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Chapter 1
The Seaview Villa was Yuan Zhen's spur-of-the-moment masterpiece, a three-story seaside villa built on a cliff forty kilometers from the city. When Yuan Zhen placed the property deed for a garden community and a string of gleaming gold keys in front of me, a shadow fell over me for a moment, making me vaguely and profoundly doubt whether my relationship with this man was merely a pure and genuine transaction of money and lust. Yuan Zhen completely changed my life. He helped me get the position of branch manager at the central bank. I knew that besides spending a lot of money, I also had to use his various networks of connections. I drove the most fashionable city Jeep of the time and lived in a high-class garden community. All of this was inseparable from Yuan Zhen's care for me, especially after that gathering. Those present and those absent all knew perfectly well what had happened, especially Gao Tian, who was so intelligent and capable. I drove to the beach. I drove very slowly the whole way because my heart was filled with conflict. The car sped out of the city, onto a highway leading from the city to the bay. After driving for a while, on one side were only earthen cliffs, with lush green trees peeking out from the gaps in the cliffs, and on the other side was the blue-green sea. As we approached the bay, the same earthen cliffs and forests appeared, but the scenery gradually brightened. I used the key Yuan Zhen gave me to open the security iron gate and the heavy oak door of the seaside villa. I was stunned when I turned on the crystal chandelier in the foyer. I had never imagined that the villa would be so luxuriously decorated and so comfortably furnished; I had only ever seen such a residence in movies. I wandered through each room, feeling more and more at home with each turn, and appreciating how wonderful it was. I climbed to the rooftop and surveyed the entire bay. The sea breeze caressed my hair and body, making me feel relaxed and refreshed, and I couldn't help but puff out my chest even higher. The beautiful bay view was breathtaking: mangroves and egrets were reflected in the mirror-like blue waves, overlapping with the white clouds in the sky, like a scene from a fairy tale.
Returning to the master bedroom on the second floor, I couldn't help but walk straight to the window upon entering. The entire room was like a large painting framed in a dark yellow picture frame. The surging waves splashed onto the curtains, staining their edges blue. With an elegant gesture, I removed my light gray stockings and black bodycon dress, leaning against the door, gently swaying my legs like a crane. My phone rang; seeing it was Yuan Zhen, I didn't answer. It rang again. I didn't answer, letting it ring. But the sound was unusually deafening in the quiet room. I answered; he asked where I was. I made up a lie, saying I was out of town with a client. I took off my sleeveless silk shirt; right now, I desperately needed a place away from people's attention, a place of quiet, safety, and privacy. The villa by the sea was just right for me. I remembered Gao Tian's expression at the gathering that day; he was like a nail embedded in my heart, tugging at my heartstrings with a dull ache. The midlife loss of his spouse had left his face pale and somewhat haggard. His unruly stubble and sleepy eyes made him look listless. But to me, these very traits became virtues; his unkempt appearance became a sign of decadence, and his sleepy eyes a sign of melancholy. I trembled slightly. Ever since meeting him that day, Gao Tian had always made me uneasy.
After the gathering, Gao Tian and I exchanged phone numbers, but these past few days, he hadn't called my cell phone, and I hadn't called him. During these days, I rejected Yuan Zhen several times; I wanted to be alone. Perhaps I was afraid that he might run into him when he called. I turned on the gold-plated faucet, and fine steam gradually rose in the golden light. Stripping myself naked, I found myself in a large mirror that fogged up, turning the curvaceous woman in the reflection into a white shadow. Her skin was soft, smooth, and elastic; her breasts were full and firm, like lemons cut in half. I gently caressed my body, from her shoulders to her nipples, from her face to her buttocks. As I touched myself, I muttered nonsense to myself: "Look, look, a forty-five-year-old woman with such a figure and skin, it's simply a miracle..."
I reached out and wiped the mirror twice. In the bright, flowing water, I cupped my breasts in my hands, looked down, and pouted as if I wanted to suckle. When I released them, my breasts bounced happily, making me chuckle to myself. A grating snort escaped my throat amidst my laughter. The bathtub was filled with warm water, which shimmered like soft glass under the orange light. On the shelf beside the bathtub sat an elegantly decorated bottle of red wine and a tall glass, along with a small stereo whose music drifted out intermittently, carrying an endless lament and sadness. The glass shattered, and a naked body lay in the water, like a languid mother snake slowly sipping her wine, occasionally squeezing water from her face with a sponge. Sometimes I would drift off to sleep, but a burst of music would startle me awake. After drinking a glass of red wine, my lips swelled, and my eyes turned a violet-like purple. I kept touching my chin, then listlessly fiddling with my toes, squinting, and absentmindedly counting them, letting water trickle between them. I dialed a familiar number on my phone and waited, holding my breath. But all I heard was the static of a broken line; he wasn't home. I didn't call him; a sudden wave of weakness washed over me. I drank another
glass of wine, and as the wine went down, sweat beaded on my forehead. I mustered my courage and dialed his number. A woman's voice answered, soft and gentle like a warm breeze. I froze for a moment. She asked a few more questions and then hung up. The call ruined my good mood; the woman's voice was so beautiful it made my nose sting, and I couldn't help but feel jealous. I stepped out of the bathtub, dripping wet, and casually wrapped myself in a towel. My body exuded the fragrance of a post-shower bath—the scent of pearl liquid, pearl cream, and pearl lotion, a unique perfume that was intoxicating. There was a dressing table by the bed in the bedroom, the mirror positioned so I could see my perfect reflection from every angle. I gazed at my breasts, gently touching my nipples to confirm they were sensitive and erect. With an unconscious elegance, like that of a gifted dancer, I slowly bent down, caressing my inner thighs. Then he stood up, praising the fullness and rounded softness of my fair buttocks. I noticed a slight blush on my buttocks, and the crisscrossing marks left by the rattan chair. This scene inadvertently reminded me; I traced these newly left marks with my fingers, painted with bright red nail polish.
I walked to the tall cabinet inlaid with walnut wood and opened one of the drawers. Sure enough, Yuan Zhen had prepared many pairs of lingerie and stockings for me. Those sexy, provocative, and sensual lingerie and stockings were his favorite styles, each piece enough to arouse his burning desire. I wondered if another man also needed these quirky and playful pleasures like him. Excited by a sinful feeling, I took out a black lace nightgown. Its thin straps and delicate fabric swayed as it fell over my body, like a black butterfly. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, quickly flushing my face. Beneath the thick pubic hair, my labia parted, thickened, and I could feel them throbbing with excitement, just like my breasts. My tongue peeked out from my half-open mouth, licking my lips. I could feel the maturity and desire within me. I could feel myself blossoming, budding, and blossoming.
Slightly dizzy, I collapsed onto the large round bed as if falling into an abyss of despair. A phone rang urgently. The voice was so sudden and unexpected. I jumped up, took a deep breath, and fumbled around in the dark for a while. Luckily, my phone was right next to me. Overwhelmed with excitement, my voice stammered and sounded unreal: "Gao Tian, where are you?" My heart was filled with passion as I answered the phone, because touching my smooth skin filled me with a longing for love, so my throat tightened and my voice trembled. "Lin Hong, was that you just now?" "I'm in a meeting." "Lin Hong, why aren't you saying anything?" he asked. "Gao Tian, I want to—" As I spoke, my throat tightened as if phlegm was stuck in it. He thought I was sobbing: "Lin Hong, don't cry, what's wrong? Tell me—" "I want to see you." "I said, feeling like my face was burning hot. 'Okay, you name a place? Haven't eaten yet, let's grab a bite together.' After hanging up, a half-smile appeared on my face again. I was incredibly happy, even happier than if I had received a large sum of money. We agreed to meet at a quiet restaurant away from the city."
I was completely undecided about what to wear to this date. For a long time, I was in a daze, my mind racing, over and over again trying to decide what to wear. Skirts seemed to go from long to short, colors from light to dark, swirling before my eyes like a constantly changing movie. In the end, I chose a rose-colored suit; I didn't want him to think I was frivolous. Before putting it on, I applied a little perfume between my breasts. The suit was a good choice, perfectly showcasing my long legs and firm breasts. Finally, I paired it with sheer stockings and elegant leather shoes. On the way, I drove very slowly, reminding myself to be lenient with Gao Tian's lateness, because Gao Tian was known for his lack of chivalry towards women. The location we chose was far from the city center. It was said to be a quiet and romantic place, famous for lovers' rendezvous, and at night, it was dazzling with lights, a fairyland that intimidated even a proper, elegant, and somewhat overweight woman like myself. Luckily, when I arrived, Gao Tian was waving at me from the other end. As I approached, I glanced at him; he was looking at me, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke swirling around his face. I thought his long, thin face looked rather cold in the dim light. He was a thoroughbred stallion, I imagined, a slight smile appearing on my face like a dragonfly skimming across water.
Actually, he was just sitting there waiting for me. He stubbed out his cigarette and led me upstairs. I saw he was wearing a sky-blue tie, his shirt tucked into dark gray trousers. The crisp trousers hung straight down to his black leather shoes, making him appear tall and handsome. In the small room upstairs, I took off my coat, revealing a long-sleeved white shirt with black polka dots. The collar peeked out slightly, and he seemed to have lingered there. A waitress came in with a tray containing two cups of tea. She placed the tea in front of us and then left. Now, in this small world, it was just the two of us, our eyes locked. "Lin Hong, is there something you need?" Zhou Tian's eyes shone with a certain light, dark and bright, and he carried a faint, pleasant scent of tobacco. "Can't we have a meal together if there's nothing wrong?" I retorted. After ordering, we chatted while waiting for the food. Gao Tian said, "It's been a long time since we've had a quiet meal like this." He then steered the conversation towards me, asking about my marriage and how my family viewed me—all things that touched on my sore spots. I didn't want to be too sentimental in front of him, so I spoke restrainedly, somewhat understated, but my tone betrayed my deep discontent. Gao Tian looked directly at me, one hand on his chin, listening intently. Was this attentiveness a form of comfort, or encouragement? Without realizing it, I found myself talking more and more.
A grand feast of seafood—fish, shrimp, crab—was laid out, platter after platter, dismissing the waiters. "Come, let's drink to our reunion," I said, raising my glass. Gao Tian stood up too, saying, "Alright, to celebrate our long-awaited reunion." I knew he'd misunderstood, almost making a fool of myself for being presumptuous. Embarrassed, I raised my glass, momentarily forgetting to ask what he was celebrating. Seeing Gao Tian empty his glass and refill it, I felt a surge of energy, his allure spreading like the aroma of red wine. Even the exquisite tableware exuded an air of authority, and every shark fin in the bowl seemed inviting. We began speaking casually, drinking at a measured pace. We chatted about the people around us. We talked about our respective situations, and the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed. A saxophone piece with light accompaniment was playing in the air; its deep, melodious tune drifted through the small room like a mountain breeze blowing across the fields, evoking a melancholic association with the passing of youth.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, perhaps with a cloud of thought on my face. I fiddled with a cigarette I'd taken from his pack. "I'm thinking about a fairy tale," I said. "A princess story?" he asked, seemingly pleased with himself. I shook my head. "No." Then, slowly, I said, "The story of Cinderella and the prince." An awkward silence followed. I fiddled with the fish bones on the plate and said, "Watching you eat is so interesting; I didn't have an appetite before, but now I do." He glanced at me sideways and said, "That's good." He was smoking a Marlboro, the smoke very strong. I found the smell pungent and, concerned for his health, asked, "Why are you smoking this kind of cigarette?" "It's strong," he said. I always felt that he was competing with me in some way, but I still couldn't put my finger on it. It was like our eyes were always locked, without any intention of confrontation, but in the end, it was always me blinking, never him. I couldn't put my finger on it, and I became increasingly timid, my face increasingly showing signs of frustration and sadness.

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