[Urban] Lustful and Alluring Love (Complete) - 22

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Chapter 9

Juanzi loves Da Niu; Da Niu is her everything. For Da Niu, she would give anything, including her life. For the sake of her family with Da Niu, Juanzi won't tell her husband the truth, unwilling to jeopardize their happy marriage. She believes the benefits outweigh the risks; even if Da Niu has various suspicions and doubts, her husband will never suspect that she's sacrificing herself for his safety. For this happy family, Juanzi will hide the truth from her husband for life, her humiliation forever buried deep in her heart.

In the bathroom, Juanzi repeatedly washes her unclean body, scrubbing away the traces of her shame. This numb action seems to offer only temporary psychological comfort. Scenes of having sex with men other than her husband seem to replay before her eyes again and again. Forced to agree to that shameless man's demands in exchange for her husband's freedom, she experienced repeated orgasms, a deep-seated ecstasy unrelated to the coercion...

She endured the torment of losing her virginity, hating her despicable self and that hateful man, even though her actions were for a man who had once been willing to give his life for her. When she decided to marry Da Niu, she had already entrusted herself to him from the bottom of her heart, linking her life with his, sharing his joys and sorrows, even willing to give her all for him. By nature, she was not the kind of promiscuous, shameless woman. However, facts speak louder than words; losing her virginity was out of helplessness, yet she had been brought to orgasm by that hateful man, moaning lasciviously beneath him, writhing her body in response to his rape. Tears of humiliation and hatred streamed silently down her face, dripping into her parched lips.

Juanzi repeatedly questioned herself: "Why was I so shameless? Why did my body so brazenly ejaculate such lewd fluids?"

Juanzi seemed to have lost all feeling. She didn't wipe away the mottled tear stains on her face; the bitter taste of the tears, like the feeling in her heart, was murky and bitter.

Heartbroken, Juanzi looked up at her haggard face in the mirror. Her fair complexion, though slightly weary, was striking. To her surprise, the reflection in the mirror was incredibly alluring. Despite her reluctance, her body exuded a mysterious and sensual charm. Her flushed face made her look as if she had been cherished, her moist lips as alluring as bright red cherries, and her snow-white skin still tinged with a captivating peach-pink. Her seductive body possessed an unbelievable beauty.

This lewd and alluring woman was completely unfamiliar to her. Had his embrace made her grow more beautiful, like a flower nourished by water? Had her soul been unknowingly influenced by him? Had she become a lewd woman because of him?

She shook her head violently. Impossible! How could she, after being abused and ravaged by the man she hated, still crave his embrace? She should hate him! She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and turned on the shower. Water poured over her head, desperately trying to wash away his scent, to wash away all traces of passion, but it couldn't wash away the increasingly complex feelings she had for him.

When Juanzi came out of the bathroom, the room was still dark; Da Niu was nowhere to be seen.

Exhausted, she had fallen asleep sometime during the night. When she woke up, Da Niu still hadn't returned home. A sense of unease rose in her heart. Could something have happened? Da Niu never stayed out all night, nor did he like going out at night. It was almost dawn; why wasn't he back yet?

Juanzi's unease grew stronger. God help her; she hoped nothing bad had happened! ...

Night is always associated with bars. In every city, there are always some people who are in pain and lost, afraid of the sunlight, or wallowing in debauchery, wandering in the night...

In the bar, I drank alone, drowning my sorrows. On one hand, I thought of Juanzi's smiling face, so close yet so far; on the other hand, I remembered her pinching my ear and acting coquettishly, the way she put her little hands in my pockets, the way she stared at my beard with wide eyes, and so on… I couldn't think anymore, my eyes were already burning. I wiped away the tears that welled up in my eyes. Just then, my familiar phone rang. It was Juanzi calling. I eagerly answered the phone.

"Da Niu, Da Niu, where are you? Come home quickly… Please believe in my love for you."

Juanzi's choked voice came through the receiver.

I didn't answer and rudely turned off the phone. Although I felt a surge of joy at her concern, male vanity and pride compelled me to feign indifference.

As beer bottles emptied, I, who wasn't good at drinking, slowly dulled my senses and my thoughts. The surrounding noise gradually faded away, and I was left alone to savor the bitterness and anger. My eyes could see nothing but the beer glass in front of me. Gradually, my mind went blank, and my senses became increasingly blurred…

Late at night, on a quiet, empty street.

After burning for so long, the streetlights standing by the roadside had long lost their youthful brilliance at dusk, resembling a weary, aged woman wandering the streets, her eyes clouded.

Occasionally, a car would speed by like a shooting star, leaving no trace of life or vitality on the street, but instead adding to the profound and unfathomable loneliness.

Numbed by alcohol, I staggered along the street, muttering, “Juanzi, why…why…why did you deceive me? What…what have you…done these past two days…”

“Ouch…damn it…why…is it…so bumpy…”

I mumbled drunkenly as I got up from the ground, stumbling every few steps. My senses were so dulled that I felt no pain.

“Who…shone a…flash…on me?”

Several cars swerved past me.

"You...why...are you shining a light on me?"

I finally managed to stop a car, pointing at its headlights.

"Damn it, you're asking for it, aren't you? You deserve a beating."

Several burly, menacing men jumped out of the car and, without a word, rained down punches and shoes on me. There was no way to dodge. After a brutal beating, my face was covered in blood, and after a few stumbles, I was knocked to the ground.

"Who...are you people?...Why...are you hitting me?"

The alcohol was still burning in my system, and I dazedly parried the barrage of punches and kicks.

"Oh?"

A voice came from another car, "That sounds familiar. Drag him over here so I can see him."

Two burly men dragged me, who was like a dead pig, to the car window. What a coincidence! It turned out to be Erbao and his gang of buddies, who had just finished a late-night snack and were about to go to a sauna for a bath and massage.

"Huh? It's Da Niu?"

Er Bao was stunned, a hint of guilt flashing in his cunning eyes. His quick mind raced: "Does Da Niu know the truth? No! Absolutely not! Although Juanzi is highly educated, she's still quite naive in terms of social experience and how to handle things. Based on my understanding of Juanzi, she's definitely silently enduring the humiliation and accepting reality, and she would never tell Da Niu."

After quickly processing this, he felt reassured. Even though he was dissolute and cynical, he didn't want to be exposed in this way. After all, he had repeatedly pledged his support and sworn an oath to his father-in-law. If this got back to his father-in-law, he'd be in deep trouble. But the human heart is a bottomless pit. Once you take the first bite, you want a second, a third… Greed is insatiable. He wanted her; he wanted to use his intelligence and clever tactics to achieve his goal of possessing Juanzi for the long term.

Erbao slowly put a cigarette in his mouth, watching Da Niu lying on the ground in agony, his face covered in blood. His eyes darted around slyly. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him…

“This is truly a godsend!”

Erbao couldn't help but gloat. Seeing how drunk and incoherent I was, he slyly ordered his little brother, "Do it like this..."

"Hmm? Oh, okay! Alright."

After hearing Erbao's instructions, several burly men found some hard metal objects in the car and smashed the windshield and headlights of a Toyota Camry to pieces. The doors, roof, and hood were also dented.

"For a woman, is it worth going to such lengths to damage such an expensive car?"

"You don't know anything. Anyway, Erbao won't have to pay for the repairs himself." "Erbao is

really cunning. He'll stop at nothing to achieve his goals."

...

A moment later, a police car arrived with its flashing lights and blaring sirens. Several policemen jumped out of the car. One of the burly men seemed indignant and aggrieved as he recounted how he had been harassed and assaulted by this drunkard for no reason. At the same time, several other burly men, as witnesses, chimed in with embellishments.

When I was finally fully conscious, I was already kneeling on the floor of the police station, my hands cuffed behind my back. A mixture of shock, panic, embarrassment, helplessness, and regret clouded my face, which was contorted with muscle spasms. All my belongings were confiscated and registered; my belt was removed, and I could only awkwardly hold it up with my handcuffed hands to prevent my pants from falling down.

It was dawn.

Juanzi's heart was pounding like a drum. "Why hasn't Da Niu come back yet? Has something really happened?"

A sense of fear rose in Juanzi's heart, and her hands slowly grew cold…

"Ring ring!"

The piercing ring of the telephone startled Juanzi. She jumped up and grabbed the receiver.

"Hello, who is this?"

Juanzi's voice trembled, her whole body shaking slightly.

"Hello, is this Da Niu's wife?"

A cold male voice replied.

"Yes, who is this?"

It wasn't Da Niu. A wave of disappointment washed over Juanzi, and she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

"This is from the police station. Last night, your husband was drunk and causing trouble at a bar, damaging other people's property and injuring someone. He's been detained."

The voice was icy.

"What? What... Okay, I'm coming right away,"

Juanzi replied anxiously. Hanging up, she quickly changed her clothes, rushed downstairs, took a taxi, and headed straight to the police station.

Entering, she saw me huddled in a corner of the room, head down, hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, and stained—a truly wretched sight. Juanzi's heart sank. Disappointment, anger, sadness, resentment… a complex and cruel churning of emotions churned within her. She had sacrificed her body for him, enduring unspeakable humiliation. She hated Da Niu for being so spineless, for not appreciating everything she had given him. Tears of disappointment and sorrow streamed down her face. Still relying on his own hands? How could that possibly bring him satisfaction? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... with a controlled, irresistible sensation! Click to enter.

I looked up and saw Juanzi with tears streaming down her face. My heart trembled. My gentle wife made me feel ashamed, and I lowered my head in self-reproach.

An expressionless, obese police station chief mechanically recited to Juanzi: "...According to Article 275 of the Criminal Law, intentionally damaging public or private property, where the amount is relatively large, is punishable by imprisonment of up to three years, detention, or a fine; where the amount is enormous, the punishment is imprisonment of three to seven years. Da Niu, drunk and disorderly, damaged someone else's car, and the amount is enormous, so he may be sentenced to imprisonment of three to seven years, detention, or a fine... According to the insurance company's assessment of the damage to the Toyota Camry, including parts, materials, and repair costs, it is at least 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, which is considered an enormous amount..."

Juanzi, a law student, knew that Da Niu had damaged the car while drunk, but as a mentally sound adult, he had an obligation to foresee the possibility of him "acting out while drunk." Intoxication is neither a reason for exemption from criminal liability nor a mitigation or exemption from criminal responsibility.

Just then, their "savior," Erbao, rushed to the scene.

It turned out that on her way to the police station, Juanzi was completely lost and at a loss. Seeing her husband about to face legal trouble, and knowing she had very few friends in the city, she desperately thought of Erbao, a man with great connections and a prominent position. Unfortunately, the naive and inexperienced Juanzi had no idea she was falling into a vicious trap, sowing the seeds of disaster for her and her future.

When Erbao answered the expected call, he was secretly delighted. He feigned surprise and said on the phone, "Juanzi! Didn't you say you didn't want to see me again? What? You need my help again?... "

Juanzi paused for a moment, then regained her composure, biting her lip. "Are you going to help or not? If you want to help, come right now! If not, shut up!"

Juanzi's voice on the phone was slightly anxious, slightly uneasy, and tinged with a helpless sob. Only after Erbao readily agreed to go to the police station immediately and promised to take care of everything for her did a huge weight lift from her heart. As

soon as she entered, Erbao pressed the already dialed phone to the fat police chief's ear.

"Yes...okay...no problem. Yes."

The person on the phone sounded like a very important figure, and the chief was extremely respectful. After handing the phone back to Erbao, he considered for a moment and said to the "victims," namely the burly men, "How about this? Let Da Niu apologize to you, and the car repair costs..."

"I'll cover all the repair costs,"

Erbao interjected, then pulled out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his bag, handed them to the fat police chief, and said, "5,000 yuan is the fine, and the rest is for the brothers to have a late-night snack."

He then turned to the so-called victims and said, "Do you want me to pay for the repairs directly, or do you want me to repair your cars? As for the apology... heh heh... how about I personally apologize to you on Da Niu's behalf? What do you say?"

His words, neither humble nor arrogant, carried a hint of domineering.

"It's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple—family members don't recognize each other anymore."

"Where...where would we dare ask you to apologize?"

"I think it's alright, the car wasn't actually damaged that badly." "

..."

Upon seeing Erbao's tone, the men all bowed and scraped, revealing their servile nature.

"What? What? Don't talk nonsense! Who said we're family?"

Erbao panicked. He had originally wanted to show off his abilities in front of Juanzi, displaying his imposing manly spirit and making up for his embarrassing image after being kidnapped last time, but he almost got ruined by these stupid idiots. He quickly regained his composure, saying dismissively, "Since you're so magnanimous, we can't let you suffer a loss."

He paused deliberately, stealing a glance at Juanzi. Seeing that she showed no sign of distress, he resumed his dashing demeanor and continued, "How about this, I'll take Da Niu's men now. You guys will have to come with me to get the car repaired. What do you think, Chief?"

The fat chief, a troubled smile plastered on his face, said to Er Bao, "Of course you can take them immediately, but... but the necessary paperwork still needs to be completed. Please understand my difficulties." As

he spoke, a subtle, enigmatic look appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, try to be as quick as possible,"

Er Bao said impatiently, then turned to me and said, "Da Niu, just do as the chief says. It's okay, they won't make things difficult for you. Juanzi and I will take them to the bank to get the money, and then we'll come back here to pick you up."

"Okay, sure!"

I obediently agreed like a clueless child.

"No need to trouble you anymore. I'll personally send a car back after it's all over,"

the chubby police chief hurriedly said humbly.

After Erbao and Juanzi left with the two men, the police chief solemnly told both parties that he wouldn't pursue criminal charges anymore. Then I went to the police station to go through the tedious legal procedures, writing a self-criticism, writing a statement of the incident, and giving my fingerprints. ...

In the parking lot in front of the bank, Juanzi, sitting in her car, saw Erbao and the two men sneaking out of the bank together. The two men respectfully took a stack of banknotes from Erbao before leaving, as if they were very afraid of him. When Erbao returned to the car and proudly told her that the matter had been settled, Juanzi finally breathed a long sigh of relief. These past two days had exhausted her; she was weak, and her lower body felt like it had been ripped apart. Once the tension eased, Juanzi, exhausted both physically and mentally, felt a sudden wave of dizziness and weakness wash over her.

Seeing this, Erbao quickly supported the limp Juanzi, gently guiding her head to rest on his shoulder. At that moment, Juanzi felt utterly drained, like a wounded fledgling yearning for its mother's comfort; like a small boat tossed about by a storm hoping for a safe harbor; like a sapling battered by a raging wind needing shelter against a thick wall. In this deceitful world, how helpless she felt, how she longed for someone capable and wise to help her! Juanzi buried her face in the man's shoulder beside her, swallowing hard.

Erbao seized the opportunity to hug Juanzi, saying tenderly, "Don't be sad, it's all over now. If you have any trouble in the future, just come to me. Are you satisfied with how this was handled, darling?"

"Yes, thank you so much for your help!"

Juanzi said sincerely, though her words carried a hint of helplessness and sorrow. Realizing the suggestive tone of his voice, her beautiful face flushed crimson.

Hearing this reply, Erbao became arrogant and his hands began to wander. He grabbed Juanzi's slender hand, gently stroking the back of it, intertwining their fingers, and occasionally lightly tracing lines in her palm, skillfully employing his finger teasing techniques. Under Erbao's seemingly unintentional yet deliberate flirtation, Juanzi felt a jolt of electricity coursing through her fingers. She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't. She couldn't retaliate against her "benefactor's" frivolousness, and was powerless to resist. She only struggled shyly for a few moments before letting his fingers continue their caresses.

The scene inside the car became somewhat awkward. Erbao looked at Juanzi lewdly, his eyes gleaming with lust, making Juanzi feel uncomfortable. After a while, Erbao, a master at charming women, broke the ice: "It's my honor to serve you. If you ever need anything, just let me know." He

then teased, "How are you going to repay me this time?"

Even she herself was surprised. Only now did she realize that despite warning herself to always keep her distance from him, she had unknowingly incurred another debt she didn't know how to repay.

Juanzi tried to say calmly, "I'll have Da Niu pay you back the money you advanced for him."

"Hmph! Does he have the ability to pay me back that much money?"

Erbao scoffed.

Hearing this, Juanzi suddenly tensed up: Not long after their marriage, the stubborn Da Niu insisted that she return all the savings accounts, credit cards, gold and silver jewelry, and other things Erbao had given her. At the time, she was unwilling, although she understood Da Niu's feelings as a man. It wasn't until Da Niu, who had never been angry with her before, finally lost his temper that she reluctantly returned everything to Erbao, secretly concealing the deed to the house.

Juanzi forcefully pulled her hands away from his grasp, glanced at him, and said firmly, "Anyway, I won't owe you anything, you can rest assured."

Seeing her flustered expression, Erbao's lips curled into a wicked smile. He said, "I know you two don't have that much money. Money is nothing to me. Besides, how are you going to repay this debt of gratitude? As long as you..."

"Stop!" Juanzi interrupted immediately, knowing what Erbao wanted to say. She wouldn't do that shameful thing again. She turned her face away, looking at the road outside the window, and said in as cold a tone as possible, "

I advise you not to talk nonsense." "How can you be so ungrateful? You're kicking me while I'm down? You weren't like this on the phone just now!"

he asked sarcastically.

Juanzi realized he was constantly using the excuse of indebtedness or compensation to coerce her, but she had been the one who asked him for help first, as if she were putting a noose around her own neck. Juanzi remained silent, gazing out the window, a sense of fear creeping over her…

The car finally stopped in front of her apartment building. Juanzi felt that every moment she stayed in Erbao's car was a step closer to danger. She hurriedly pulled away from Erbao's hand and tried to open the car door, but it was locked from the inside and wouldn't open.

At this moment, Erbao couldn't help but get angry: "Are you so eager to get out of the car? As if I'm a big bad wolf about to eat you up? Are you that afraid of me? Are you eager to get intimate with Da Niu?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Juanzi glared at him, feeling as if he were staring at her with those burning eyes. She hurriedly looked away and said, "Open the door and let me out."

Erbao suddenly revealed a beastly impulse, pulling her slender body from the passenger seat into his arms. He turned her around and kissed her lips fiercely. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes as she felt his passionate tongue swirling eagerly in her mouth.

Juanzi's eyes were filled with a dazed look...

He kissed her lips, her delicate chin, and down to the skin of her neck. Suddenly, his hand eagerly fiddled with the thin straps of her dress, kissing her breasts through her luxurious undergarments. She was intoxicated by his passion.

She instinctively struggled a few times before letting him take liberties with her, without any deliberate resistance. It was because of Erbao's generous help that Da Niu escaped a disaster, and she felt indebted to Erbao. Her family couldn't immediately repay the tens of thousands of yuan, and she still owed Erbao a debt of gratitude. Therefore, she could only let him defile her already impure body, repaying it through further humiliation.

Erbao noticed that Juanzi wasn't resisting and assumed she had acquiesced to his actions. He then went further, reaching inside Juanzi's clothes and vigorously kneading her erect breasts.

Juanzi felt weak; Erbao's burning hands seared her skin, causing fine beads of sweat to appear. Her heart began to pound wildly. Her nipples hardened under Erbao's ministrations. Erbao pressed his face against hers, his wet tongue licking her earlobe.

No. Juanzi knew this couldn't go on. She wasn't a wanton woman; she couldn't do this. This man only wanted her body.

Erbao hadn't expected Juanzi to change her mind. One hand continued to knead Juanzi's breasts, while the other slipped inside her panties.

"No,"

she gasped.

That hand firmly moved towards her private parts.

"Ah...it hurts..."

Juanzi felt a sharp pain in her lower body; her swollen labia were unbearable to touch.

"Ah! Erbao...don't do this...let me go..."

Juanzi desperately held onto that hand, pleading weakly. She felt humiliated and helpless, sobbing sadly, her cries growing louder and louder, completely oblivious to the faintly visible morning exercisers and the soon-to-return Da Niu.

Juanzi grew increasingly heartbroken, sobbing incessantly until her eyes were red and swollen, and her shoulders heaved with sorrow. It was unclear whether she was weeping because of Da Niu's repeated recklessness and the need for his wife to shoulder the responsibility of protecting the family and its inhabitants; or because she was still worried about her inability to escape Er Bao's control; or perhaps she was blaming her bad luck.

Juanzi's tearful appearance was incredibly pitiful. Her teary eyes, pitiful pink eyelids, and choked sobs of reproach were enough to overwhelm even the most hardened man. Erbao had been with hundreds of women, but only the beautiful and shy Juanzi could steal his soul.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. It's my fault, my fault for not being able to control my unruly hand and upsetting you. I was wrong... I apologize... Please forgive me... I won't treat you like that again."

The experienced Erbao quickly withdrew his wicked hand, feigning a loss of composure and apologizing repeatedly, also worried that Da Niu, who was about to return, would see. Besides, he couldn't give up before he could permanently possess Juanzi.

"Juanzi, it's not entirely my fault. Your beauty indulged my recklessness, your allure tempted my impulses..."

"Juanzi, my Juanzi, do you know how infatuated I am with you..."

Women are naturally drawn to flattery, and the simple and kind-hearted Juanzi couldn't resist the sweet talk of Erbao, a master of deception. Gradually, she stopped sobbing and slowly let out a sigh of relief. At that moment, resentment seemed to have left Juanzi...

When I stood beside the BMW, Juanzi and Erbao got out of the car one after the other. Juanzi's pretty eyes were red and swollen, and her delicate face was flushed with shyness.

"Ahem!"

Erbao coughed lightly, then said with an unperturbed expression, "Sigh! Juanzi, no matter how you try to stop her from crying, she won't listen. Take care of yourself. Look, it's all over now, Daniu will be fine."

He then turned to me and asked, "Are the formalities completed?"

"Yes!"

At that moment, I didn't think much of it. Instead, I was grateful to Erbao for rescuing me from danger, for saving me from jail time, for not losing face, and for even paying tens of thousands of yuan in fines and compensation for me. I was truly grateful to Erbao; he was my "great benefactor"!

After listening to my heartbroken outpouring and my confused account of how I ended up "smashing the car," Erbao not only showed no sympathy but also harshly scolded me.

"Juanzi's work often involves sudden departures without prior notice... How could you suspect the pure Juanzi of being unfaithful to you? You're a real piece of work!"

Erbao said pretentiously. "Your wife is so beautiful and gentle, and you're still causing trouble outside... If I hadn't happened to run into you... You're a real scoundrel. If it were my wife..."

I was like a defeated rooster, hanging my head and enduring Erbao's scolding. I repeatedly bowed my head, admitting my mistakes and promising not to cause trouble again, to live a good life with Juanzi.

While Erbao was reprimanding me, Juanzi stared in surprise at the eloquent Erbao, finally seeing through his sanctimonious facade to reveal his true, shameless, and lewd nature. She secretly blamed her husband: Who told you to be so useless? You're the one who pushed your wife into the arms of this lecherous wolf. You only have yourself to blame.

Back home, Juanzi was overwhelmed with emotion, buried her face in the blankets, and cried loudly. Her continuous sobs contained the humiliation and sorrow in her heart, her disappointment and helplessness towards the world.

Chapter 10:

Juanzi is sick.

She was listless, dizzy, her beautiful face had turned pale, and there was a dark circle around her eyes. She also felt irritable, had a dry mouth, dizziness, and weakness in her lower back and knees. The humiliating abuse and the shock of being at the police station had pushed her extremely weak body and fragile nerves to their breaking point, causing her to collapse completely—she finally fell ill.

Because I suffer from intermittent erectile dysfunction, I haven't fulfilled my sexual obligations as a husband and have never aroused Juanzi's sexual desire. Therefore, her sexual organs were essentially untouched virgin territory, and her vaginal walls had never experienced the trials of sexual activity. Since marrying Juanzi, I felt unworthy of her, burdened by a deep sense of inferiority. My feelings for her were more like idol worship. Furthermore, I am inherently sexually ignorant and lack sexual knowledge; I only knew that marital sex was about physical contact and had no idea that physical caresses and emotional exchange could also satisfy a couple's desires. This further atrophies and weakens the already intermittent sexual organs, often resulting in the frustrating and embarrassing situation of being unable to achieve or maintain an erection, or being unable to maintain it properly.

Although Juanzi was a wife, she was very naive and reserved when it came to sex. Traditional values permeated her thinking, and she was eager to learn about sex, especially after her experience of being brutally raped, which instilled in her a fear of sex. She even mistakenly believed that sex was the ugliest and dirtiest thing in the world. During

those two days of "sex work," Juanzi was under excessive stress and happened to encounter Erbao, who possessed extraordinary sexual ability and skill. Having never truly experienced sex before, she was caught off guard by the sudden sexual pleasure and couldn't handle the stimulation during intercourse. Moreover, the multiple orgasms and prolonged arousal kept her sexual organs in a state of congestion, consuming a great deal of her energy and causing her to break down mentally after experiencing an unprecedented shock. Even worse, the spasms and convulsions during each orgasm left her completely weak, drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted, and ultimately collapsed.

Lying on the bed, Juanzi's face was as pale as paper, like a reclining plaster statue. When I anxiously offered to take her to the hospital, Juanzi, understanding the situation, insisted on refusing, saying she would be fine after a few days of rest. I didn't know the real reason for my wife's illness, assuming it was due to my own mistakes that had caused her physical and mental exhaustion. Therefore, I felt deeply guilty, my heart breaking.

I silently stayed by her bedside, holding Juanzi's cold hand, gently calling, "Juanzi, Juanzi? How are you feeling?"

Juanzi kept her eyes closed, a surge of emotion welling up inside her as two streams of hot tears overflowed her eyes, bitter and astringent, like two venomous snakes gnawing at her heart. She knew she had been humiliated and lost her virginity, knew her helplessness, and felt sorry for her husband. She dared not open her eyes to look at him; she couldn't face her husband, and she had no face to cry in front of the man who loved her so deeply. This man wasn't rich, nor was he mature enough, but he truly loved her, wanting to give her a warm home. She was content.

Juanzi wept silently. I thought Juanzi was upset because I had wronged her and misunderstood her, so I felt even more guilty and said, "Juanzi, I will listen to you in everything from now on and I will never cause trouble again."

Juanzi's lips trembled and she didn't say a word. She just buried her head in Da Niu's broad chest and gripped his arm even tighter...

Love in adversity is the most touching, love in adversity is the most profound, and love in adversity is great love. During Juanzi's illness, I took leave from work and devoted myself to caring for her. I showered her with warmth and care, staying by her side constantly, cooking her favorite meals, and prioritizing her happiness.

Although I'm clumsy and introverted and never say sweet words like "I love you" or "forever," Juanzi saw me sweating profusely from caring for her, my once robust body now thinner. She felt that this concern, this affection, this mutual support, was something no one but her husband could provide. After all, we had shared a bed for over two years, sharing joys and sorrows, which filled her heart with gratitude and remorse. She felt that the humiliation she had suffered for her husband was worthwhile. Juanzi was the kind of

woman who sacrificed herself, willingly abandoning her dignity, belittling herself, and even castrating her will for her beloved husband. She regarded the pain and shame as a bitter badge of honor for her husband's sacrifice.

Men are made vibrant by women's existence, and women are made beautiful by men's existence. After more than a month of recuperation, her body had basically recovered, her beautiful face had regained its rosy hue, the swelling and discomfort in her vagina had gradually disappeared, and her swollen labia had returned to normal. She felt great today

, and her mood was good because her period, which she had been worried about, had finally arrived. She planned to take a shower before Da Niu returned from buying dinner ingredients, and then cook some of his favorite dishes to reward her hardworking husband.

In the bathroom, a fine, dense stream of water gently pattered against Juanzi's smooth, fair skin. A pleasurable sensation washed over her breasts as the water hit them, and she quietly savored it, wanting the feeling to linger. When she used the manual showerhead to wash her genitals, the powerful jet of water hitting her clitoris unexpectedly produced a strange pleasure that spread throughout her body, growing stronger and stronger. Unable to resist, she involuntarily massaged her clitoris with her entire hand, first gently caressing it, then increasing the pressure as her excitement grew. She stroked the sides of her clitoris with her fingertips, slowly stimulating the tip, continuously rubbing it. Soon, "Ah..."

accompanied by a comfortable moan, she reached her first orgasm from masturbation. Her body felt as if it were floating in the air, every pore immersed in extreme pleasure. She collapsed into the bathtub, completely exhausted. She didn't know how much time had passed before the comfortable feeling slowly faded, and she finally woke up from the dream.

Juanzi was terrified. How could she have done this? A sense of guilt welled up inside her, and she blamed herself for being morbid, shameful, base, dirty, and disgusting. The fact that she had reached orgasm through masturbation made her even more ashamed, as if her soul had been diminished and shrunken.

She felt uneasy, as if she had done something wrong. ...

The weather in August was unpredictable, sometimes rainy, sometimes sunny, like a capricious child.

In this neither-spring-nor-summer, ambiguous season, things never seemed to develop clearly. Society as a whole, like the weather, had fallen back down after a few years of economic boom. Many companies were struggling; many people were laid off and returned home; many small companies went bankrupt and closed down; many shops were deserted, even in city centers like Nanjing Road, it was hard to see anyone shopping, and there were more salespeople than customers.

Unexpected events can happen at any time. A wave of bankruptcy, closures, and unemployment swept through my company. Lacking education and connections, I was naturally among the first to be laid off. I've always been obedient to my superiors, dutiful, and compliant—going east when told to go east, west when told to go west, working overtime when told to work overtime! Yet, I still couldn't escape the fate of being laid off. My meager monthly salary of a few hundred yuan vanished, leaving my livelihood insecure. To make matters worse, the housing reform policy was being implemented, meaning that even after deducting seniority subsidies and depreciation, I still had to pay another 60,000 yuan for my 60-square-meter apartment. I also had 60,000 yuan owed to my second child, which I couldn't afford to repay.

I didn't want to go home, I couldn't face Juanzi, who had lived a life of poverty with me, I couldn't face the cruel reality: I was an incompetent husband, a spineless husband, a useless husband; I was a complete and utter failure, a proletarian, because I had no money! For an ordinary citizen, a small bourgeois, in this era, having no money meant having nothing.

I wandered dejectedly on my way home. Although my workplace was only a ten-minute walk, it felt incredibly far. I couldn't face my beloved wife; I lacked the courage to tell her about my inadequacy.

I saw an ant wandering aimlessly, seemingly searching for something, before being trampled to death by a passerby. A flower was broken and then discarded by the roadside… Life is as fragile as a wisp of smoke in the air; the sorrow of life is as boundless as a vast ocean.

God, how many shadows are hidden in your dazzling brilliance! I recalled Lao Tzu's words: "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs; the sage is ruthless, treating the people like straw dogs."

The spread and encroachment of sorrow could only be met with silence, with helpless compromise.

Back home, Juanzi, upon learning of my layoff, didn't blame me. Instead, she comforted me, saying, "Life is full of ups and downs; everyone experiences different setbacks and hardships. A man's backbone is a belief that supports him in facing adversity and life."

Seeing my dejected and pessimistic appearance, Juanzi encouraged me affectionately, "Da Niu, why? You weren't always so dejected. Didn't you say you had plenty of strength and could support our family with your own hands? Why are you so negative now? As a man, even when facing hardship and poverty, you can't lose your backbone. A man without backbone is like a hollow tree, unable to withstand the trials of wind and rain. Even a small storm will make it bow its head, unable to rise again. Don't let me look down on you!"

Juanzi's eloquent and powerful words deeply moved me. My mood was like the sky after the rain, bright and sunny, my heart surging with excitement, igniting my fighting spirit, and instantly filling me with confidence. I wanted to be a man of principle! I wanted to be worthy of Juanzi!

The next day, I went to the labor market early (since I didn't have a diploma, I couldn't go to the job market). With my strong physique, I found a security guard job. Although the salary was only five hundred yuan, I was content. Juanzi was happy

to see my perseverance.

That night, I was sexually aroused. Looking at my charming and alluring wife, my blood was boiling. Juanzi was overjoyed and immediately began to make love with her. Her soft hands began to caress my penis, which was unusual for her. Slowly, I felt my body burning with desire, eager to enter her. Without any foreplay, I recklessly climbed on top of Juanzi, my frantic glans thrusting wildly at her vulva. At this moment, Juanzi's desire had not yet been aroused, and her vagina was not yet full of lubrication. Unaware of the art of sex, I forcefully penetrated her delicate vulva and entered her slightly moist vagina.

Juanzi frowned, feeling a stinging pain in her lower body. Kind and gentle, she didn't consider her own needs, only wanting her husband to be excited and satisfied, wanting him to exercise his exclusive rights and enjoy his sexual organs.

I thrust forcefully, as if trying to penetrate my wife. A feeling of pleasure filled my entire body, and I felt waves of excitement.

Juanzi considerately cooperated with my roughness, moving and writhing beneath me.

My desire gradually burned, and the excitement grew stronger. I tried to control myself and not go too fast, but a tingling sensation ran down my spine, and I couldn't hold on any longer.

Juanzi sensed this and groaned, "No...no, wait a little longer..."

As Juanzi's "no" rang in my ears, I had already left her behind and walked towards ecstasy, slowly releasing a stream of milky white semen into Juanzi's vagina, completing my act on my own.

"Sigh..."

With a plaintive sigh, disappointment appeared on Juanzi's flushed face.

I looked at Juanzi helplessly, feeling guilty and remorseful, like a child who had made a mistake, lying there silently and awkwardly trying to hide my incompetence.

I said guiltily, "Juanzi, I'm sorry!"

"No...it's nothing. At least you've improved compared to before!"

she replied gently.

Soon after, I fell asleep, snoring.

Juanzi tossed and turned, looking at her sleeping husband, silently asking herself: Is it really nothing? She couldn't say for sure.

She stroked her curvaceous body, slowly kneading it, but in her mind was the image of a man, a blurry, indistinct man on top of her, greedily admiring her, as if every cell was restless, her body flowing with lustful blood. Her breathing became heavier, her breasts swelled and hardened. One hand involuntarily touched her private parts. Her body no longer obeyed her own will; the sticky fluid made her lower body incredibly wet, and she couldn't help but moan softly. She quickly covered her mouth with a pillow, afraid of waking her husband beside her.

As night deepened, the vaguely defined man floated through Juanzi's mind. This hallucination fueled her excitement, her face burning with a flush. Deep within her vagina, it itched intensely, yearning for a man's fullness. She didn't care about being torn apart; she needed a man, a man's penis, an orgasm, she craved it all. More and more love fluid flowed from her body, soaking the sheets beneath her.

Juanzi's unconscious confusion made her body burn with desire. She became wanton, a woman who only sought orgasm. At this moment, she wouldn't care about mountains of gold and silver; she only wanted to reclaim her right to be a woman, to be pampered by a man, and to be loved with passion.

Juanzi breathed heavily, the tension in her body causing her vaginal walls to contract, which only further stimulated her sexual desire. Through the thick pillow, she let out muffled breaths and moans, her legs tightly clamped together, writhing. She quickened her movements, her raised buttocks thrusting upwards and twisting from side to side…

Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, immersing her in a prolonged state of bliss. She felt suspended in mid-air, her mind blank. Slowly, she seemed to see herself as a child, an innocent little girl in a floral dress, skipping rope in the sunlight; or perhaps she was back at the prosecutor's office, meeting Erbao, a shy girl following behind him, secretly holding his hand; and suddenly, a crowd of people surrounded her, laughing all around…

When Juanzi regained consciousness, she found herself in a state of utter disarray, her breasts still heaving slightly, the climax barely over. She struggled to her feet, frozen in place, unable to comprehend what she had done. Suddenly, she wanted to burst into tears, a wave of guilt and betrayal washing over her. She wondered how she could face the honest Da Niu, and her life. She wiped away her tears and quietly told herself: only once, and the last time. Yes, she couldn't do this; it would ruin her. Juanzi quickly cleaned up the mess, took a hasty shower, and soaked herself in the water for a long time.

Back in bed, Juanzi looked at Da Niu sleeping soundly beside her and secretly shed tears. She hated herself for her actions. She kissed Da Niu's cheek guiltily. She didn't regret marrying Da Niu. Although they weren't wealthy, as long as they understood and cherished each other, she could endure even the hardest days. For the first time, she leaned against his chest, wanting only to nestle against this honest and simple man's strong chest, freeing herself from self-doubt and fear.

This incident changed her life considerably, making her more taciturn. Da Niu didn't find it strange; on the contrary, he was happy that Juanzi was staying home. Juanzi quietly healed her emotional wounds, immediately reading and doing housework after work each day. Life seemed uneventful, but Juanzi always felt an inexplicable unease and restlessness, yet she couldn't pinpoint the cause. ...

Misfortunes never come singly, nor do blessings come in pairs. Juanzi's law firm also went bankrupt.

Due to the (partial) corruption of the social environment, the (partial) depravity of the judicial environment, and the uneven professional ethics among lawyers, Juanzi's law firm was bound to struggle to survive. The special nature of the legal profession requires having connections within the court system, as well as a seemingly respectable yet profit-driven and shrewd business sense. Juanzi, being kind-hearted, principled, shy, and naive, refused to compromise her principles. As a result, business plummeted, finances became unsustainable, and closure became the only option.

Juanzi faced reality with equanimity. She sold her office equipment, desks, chairs, and other belongings for cash, distributed one last salary to her employees, and then rented out the apartment. Juanzi, who had once inspired her husband, naturally wouldn't succumb to fate. She planned to look for work at the job market.

When Juanzi's exquisitely beautiful face and slender figure appeared at the job market, job seekers and employers alike stared at her intently, swarming around her like bees to a beautiful flower. Juanzi had never seen anything like it before. Startled, her beautiful face flushed red, making her appear even more charming, like a chaotic scene of a star and her fans.

"Miss, come to my company, the salary is 5,000 yuan per month..."

"Beautiful lady, be my personal secretary, the base salary is 10,000 yuan per month..."

"..."

She looked at these employers with disdain. She knew they were after her beauty, not her knowledge, so she fled without stopping, disgusted. Still shaken, she was drawn to a job posting on the wall near the entrance: "...Open recruitment of civil servants is a break from old traditions...A total of 100 civil servants will be recruited, including those for public security, procuratorate, court, municipal government, tax, customs, industry and commerce departments..."

Her disappointment quickly turned to joy, then back to disappointment. The application deadline had already passed. Her dream job had slipped away once again, and she was filled with regret.

Just as she hesitated before the job posting, a commotion arose in the crowd. A group of reporters and officials surrounded a balding, middle-aged man who looked like a leader at the entrance of the job market. He was in his fifties or sixties, impeccably dressed, ruddy-faced, and energetic, short and stout, with a protruding belly like a pregnant woman—he was the father of the city's mayor and party secretary (who had recently assumed the position), and Juanzi's godfather.

The mayor, with his exceptional talent for finding targets, spotted Juanzi—the striking and elegant woman—through a gap in the crowd. He was surprised; what was she doing here? Seeing Juanzi hesitating in front of the civil service recruitment information board, her face filled with disappointment and regret, the exceptionally intelligent mayor instantly realized what was happening. He whispered a few words to his secretary and then gestured towards Juanzi, who was not far from the notice board. These subtle movements went unnoticed by others. The secretary had served the mayor for many years; he knew exactly what his master did.

A luxurious Audi drove smoothly, with Juanzi and her godfather, the mayor, sitting in the back. A white off-the-shoulder sweatshirt tightly hugged her slender figure, revealing her curves, and a denim miniskirt clung to her shapely arms, exposing her long, shapely, and sexy legs. Ever since he met Juanzi two years ago during his son Erbao's kidnapping incident, his heart had been captivated by this lively, beautiful, and intelligent girl, to the point that

he was haunted by her and couldn't sleep at night. The uncontrollable desire and longing surprised even himself; in fact, it was utterly perplexing. As a leading figure in the city's economic activities, he was surrounded by beautiful women, and had countless affairs. But after that secret wedding night, every gesture and smile of hers lingered in his memory.

Juanzi shyly and timidly called out, "Dad!"

"Oh...oh, Juanzi, my dear daughter."

A melodious and sweet voice, accompanied by an alluring fragrance, interrupted the mayor's sweet recollection. He shifted his body, concealing the stirring desire in his lower body. The worldly-wise mayor immediately put on a kind and amiable smile: "As your godfather, I don't have time to take care of you. If you need any help from your godfather, just ask." A kind face appeared on his

well-maintained, rosy cheeks as he stroked Juanzi's hair, which was draped over her shoulders. He continued, "Do you really want to apply for the civil service exam? To be a prosecutor?"

Juanzi hesitated.

"My dear daughter, why don't you ask your godfather for help? Don't you have me, your mayor godfather? Hmm?"

the mayor said reproachfully.

Upon hearing there was still a chance, she excitedly grabbed the mayor's large hand, tentatively asking with a hint of doubt, "Dad, is there really still a chance? Is there still a possibility? My dream is to become a prosecutor!"

"Haha...that depends on how you repay your father..."

His hand was already lingering on her smooth, white neck, like the caress of an elder cherishing a younger generation.

Juanzi's heart warmed, and she almost burst into tears. "Dad, can you really help me? I will definitely repay you with my filial piety!"

Her heart was in her throat as she asked cautiously.

He felt a surge of joy. Since ancient times, what other way could a woman with nothing to offer her body to a man who helped her repay his kindness?

"Yes! Dad promises you! You are Dad's good daughter!"

He affectionately pulled Juanzi against his shoulder, his smile fading as he became serious.

"Dad...Dad, you're so good!"

Juanzi nestled obediently on her godfather's shoulder, her mind filled with fantasies of what would happen if her wish came true. She was overjoyed to have met him today, completely forgetting the accusations in the suicide note of the kidnapper's wife two years ago.

A sly smile played on the mayor's lips.

From noon until the end of lunch, Juanzi remained obediently by her godfather's side. During this time, her godfather reverted to his usual stern, imperious demeanor, his well-maintained, ruddy face radiating an air of righteous indignation, as if his face were a party flag. He spoke with an air of absolute seriousness, making Juanzi suspect he was constantly imitating a CCTV news anchor. Only after the long lunch ended did her godfather have his car take Juanzi home.

When I entered the house after work, I saw Juanzi jumping around like a child, humming a pop song, a stark contrast to her usual reserved and composed self. Seeing my surprised expression, she immediately pulled me to the sofa and recounted the joyous news that her godfather, the mayor, had agreed to help her realize her dream. Her expressive eyes shone with immense happiness.

Seeing Juanzi so happy, I was naturally overjoyed too, thinking we should celebrate. I hurried downstairs, bought two bottles of red wine, and went to the kitchen to bring the dishes Juanzi had already prepared to the table. Juanzi was still sitting on the sofa, lost in her beautiful dream.

During dinner, Juanzi and I both drank quite a bit.

That night, Juanzi was very proactive. The moment our lips touched, it seemed as if a tremendous energy burst forth from her and flowed into me. This was an incredible energy; wherever it went, it stirred up incredibly exciting ripples. Deep within my surging emotions, the sun, which had almost set due to days of exhaustion and the threat of fear, was lifted anew by this energy. Its radiant light and heat broadened my horizons, and the masculine spirit within me surged again, straightening my spine. Her

limbs restlessly climbed over my body, her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs encircling my waist, her entire body encircling me. My genitals pressed intimately against her sensitive areas. Oh! My penis, touching her genitals, rapidly revived and swelled.

Juanzi didn't want this rising sexual desire to become the kind of unbearable lust I usually did; today she wanted to use methods she'd recently learned from medical books to treat my intermittent erectile dysfunction, so that our marital life could return to normal and harmonious.

She had me lie on my back on the bed, and she sat on my lap, facing me, kneeling on either side of me. Her upper body leaned forward, forming a forty-degree angle with my torso. She stroked my penis until it was fully erect. Juanzi placed her thumb on the frenulum of the penis, her index and middle fingers on the back, and then placed them together above and below the glans, applying pressure as if pinching the rim of a teacup. She squeezed all three fingers simultaneously for three or four seconds each time.

My penis was fully erect, revealing its menacing appearance, and it throbbed occasionally.

She calmly slid her hips back against my stomach, and my penis easily slipped into Juanzi's vagina. Once inside, she immediately remained still, suppressing her urge. My penis felt the familiar warm, tight grip inside her vagina, and it didn't ejaculate as quickly as before.

"Ah? It worked! I didn't ejaculate!"

Juanzi exclaimed with delight. As she spoke, I felt the urge to ejaculate. Juanzi noticed the familiar abnormality in me. She immediately raised her pelvis, expelling my penis. When my urge subsided, she used a squeezing technique to press for three or four seconds, then reinserted my penis into her vagina, keeping it still to avoid further stimulation. She repeated the same actions: once, twice, three times...

As my engorged penis repeatedly went in and out, Juanzi became wet. Her face flushed, and her desire gradually intensified. She entered the state of arousal, and suddenly a phantom appeared in her mind: Erbao appeared before her! Strange! How could it be Erbao? Juanzi desperately tried to drive away the man in her imagination who shamed her, but the more she tried to drive away the phantom Erbao, the clearer his image became. This state of mind felt incredibly contradictory.

In terms of personality, Da Niu was honest and simple, while Erbao was humorous, witty, worldly-wise, and knew how to manipulate people's hearts. Judging solely from his appearance, Erbao could captivate any young girl or woman. He was handsome, dashing, and undeniably charming. He could move hearts with a single word, a testament to his profound flirting skills.

In matters of sex, Erbao was Juanzi's mentor, guiding her through the transition from a naive young girl to a woman, letting her experience the thrill of orgasm. Furthermore, Erbao was practically a sex artist. He possessed a genetically inherited sexual talent, coupled with a deep interest in women and rich sexual experience. Therefore, he was highly skilled in sexual techniques, adept at understanding women's sexual psychology, knowing what they needed, and then bringing them to the brink of orgasm before penetrating deeply. Several times during her sexual encounters with Erbao, Juanzi was overwhelmed by wonderful orgasms.

The sexual fantasies in her mind became increasingly vivid, and Juanzi's vagina grew increasingly wet. She was awestruck by the erotic scenes in her fantasies. For the first time, she thought of another man while making love with her husband. A sense of guilt washed over her. She remorsefully pulled herself back to feel her husband's insertion and withdrawal, unable to feel any passion.

My usually unreliable penis, however, was surprisingly capable tonight thanks to Juanzi's method. The time it stayed inside her vagina (just stayed): from five seconds, six seconds, ten seconds… until five minutes. My desire was repeatedly extinguished by Juanzi's gentle pressure, almost reaching its peak – it was truly wonderful!

Juanzi's mind continued to replay Erbao's tender, flirtatious voice and skillful teasing techniques. She couldn't help but think of these things – how passionate, how desirable! She gradually began to moan, and her private parts secreted copious amounts of fluid. Oblivious to her unease, I didn't notice her change in mood. She mechanically inserted and withdrew, but I would never have imagined that my wife's wetness and pleasure were for another man, nor could I have known that she saw her husband as another woman.

This position allowed my penis to thoroughly rub against her clitoris, sending intense pleasure and warmth through Juanzi's body like an electric shock. Her labia minora began to tightly grip my penis, and she involuntarily began to move back and forth on my body.

I couldn't resist her normal movements; after only a minute, I started breathing rapidly. Juanzi knew her husband's touch all too well, and with a slight contraction of her lower body, I couldn't hold back my climax and ejaculated.

Juanzi's face was flushed, and her breathing was rapid. She gently praised me a few times before rushing to the bathroom. I knew she usually just washed herself afterwards, so I ignored her and soon fell asleep, satisfied. Juanzi, still feeling unsatisfied,

went to the bathroom, hiding her still-hot body in a corner. One hand rubbed her most sensitive spot, a towel between her teeth, afraid her moans would attract her husband's attention. She stimulated herself with her fingers, and then, intentionally or unintentionally, Juanzi thought of Erbao again. She couldn't understand why Erbao kept popping into her mind.

But subconsciously, she craved that feeling, even though she knew some things were wrong, not the right time, or would have serious consequences. Yet, her heart couldn't help but think about it, her body frantically processing the thoughts under the control of her brain.

Erbao's sharply defined face smiled brightly at her in the darkness. Juanzi felt herself embracing him, a feeling that excited her immensely, and she began to moan. She felt Erbao's penis was so hot, the impact so strong, and she couldn't help but tightly hug his buttocks, "Ah...ah...Erbao..."

In just a few minutes, caught in sexual fantasies and masturbation, she quickly reached orgasm. She swayed her hips, continuing to meet Erbao's body. She trembled all over, an intense pleasure and warmth originating in her clitoris spreading from her pelvis throughout her body like an electric shock. Her fingers, back, and thigh muscles trembled slightly, a momentary feeling of "suspension" or "floating," like waves gradually intensifying and spreading.

In my hazy dream, I heard Juanzi shouting. I rushed to the bathroom door, but it was locked from the inside. I pounded on the door and shouted, "Juanzi, what's wrong? Who were you calling for?"

Juanzi's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She quickly replied, "No...it's nothing. Did I shout anything?"

She couldn't remember what she had shouted at all. She only saw Erbao smiling at her, Erbao's body glowing a pale white in the darkness.

"Oh, was I just dreaming?...I should go to sleep!"

I murmured sleepily and went back to bed.

Back in bed, Juanzi was tired and exhausted but also very satisfied. But she had insomnia, her first time experiencing insomnia. She couldn't understand how she had become a shameless harlot, how she could be so infatuated with lust, and she couldn't forgive herself for thinking of other men while making love with her husband.

Her body wanted to leave, but her heart hesitated. On one hand, reason pulled her to leave decisively; on the other hand, there was love (was it love? I've never admitted it was love; perhaps it was just lust pulling her into a tender embrace). But faced with the immense power of lust , Juanzi was so weak and powerless!

Humans have many desires: the desire for food, money, and sex. She wasn't a woman with shallow desires. Faced with her intense desires, she felt ashamed and couldn't be assertive. After all, she was an Eastern woman raised with traditional values, always taught to be a virtuous wife and a kind mother. But even a virtuous wife and mother has desires, and these desires were powerful. She felt the immense shockwaves of lust, one higher than the next, and couldn't control herself.

Was this desire truly shameful?

Juanzi stayed up all night amidst my snoring.

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