[Urban] Lustful and Alluring Love (Complete) - 30

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Chapter 29 In the dead of winter,

the Hong Kong Huang's Group Investment Co., Ltd.'s office in T City was located in the high-rise building of the Regal Hotel in the T City High-tech Development Zone.

A young man dressed in Cantonese and Hong Kong attire led me to the chairman's office on the 28th floor. We knocked twice but received no response. We knocked again, and the door opened. "Please come in!"

A tall woman who looked like a secretary ushered me inside. I noticed that one corner of her skirt was still stuck in her thong.

"Zhang Daniu, right? I've seen you before! Please have a seat!"

Huang Yingfa stood up from the sofa and said to the young man and the secretary, "This is Secretary Liu's relative; you must take good care of him."

"Yes!" "

Daniu, this is Secretary Wu, and this is Hua Zai. Hua Zai will tell you your specific duties."

Huang Yingfa pointed to the young man and said to me.

After leaving the chairman's office, Hua Ge, speaking broken Mandarin, introduced me to everyone.

I was nominally Huang Yingfa's assistant, but in reality, I was his personal driver and follower. Brother Hua is a distant relative of Huang Yingfa, a Hong Konger, mainly responsible for the chairman's daily life and company security. Before I arrived, Brother Hua also served as Huang Yingfa's driver.

"Now that you're here, I can finally have some time to myself,"

Brother Hua sighed with relief.

"If I have any questions in the future, I'll need to ask you for help, Brother Hua!"

"It's nothing! Haha!"

Brother Hua was pleased to see my politeness. "Come on! I'll show you around those cars now."

Huang Yingfa has three official vehicles: an imported Audi A6L, a Mercedes-Benz S600, and a Land Rover SUV. The Mercedes-Benz is used for important occasions requiring a grand entrance, and also for weddings and funerals of important figures or friends. The Land Rover SUV is for the private use of a few important figures. The Audi A6L is specifically for the private use of key figures, as Audi cars are common in government departments and don't attract attention.

I couldn't help but admire Huang Yingfa; the reason he was able to make so much money was because he had thoroughly understood the ins and outs of society and officialdom.

Accompanied by Brother Hua, I drove three cars around the streets and alleys a few times.

"Your driving skills are not bad, only a little bit worse than mine,"

Brother Hua said, both satisfied and disdainful.

My driving skills are thanks to my father's older brothers. When I was very young, they took pity on me, an orphan, and often took me out. Over time, I learned to drive and got my driver's license early.

The next day, as soon as I got to work, I drove an imported Audi A6L sedan with Huang Yingfa to several government departments in T City. He said that the Spring Festival was just a few days away, and he was taking this opportunity to deliver bank cards to some important people, partly as a way of expressing gratitude and repaying them, and partly to pave the way for the coming year.

We didn't finish until evening. After work, as Juanzi had instructed, I gave Brother Hua two cartons of Marlboro cigarettes and two bottles of liquor. Brother Hua is the kind of person who craves liquor and gets drunk easily.

He was very happy to receive the liquor from me. He then pulled me to the second-floor coffee shop, insisting on treating me to coffee.

Unable to refuse, I reluctantly sat down with Brother Hua in a quiet spot in the coffee shop.

Just as we sat down, Brother Hua received a phone call; it sounded like General Manager Huang was calling him. He said he'd be right back and asked me to wait. Brother Hua then hurriedly left.

I waited for Brother Hua while flipping through a magazine. At that moment, I received a text message from Juanzi saying she was working overtime and wouldn't be home until later. I had just replied to Juanzi's text when a customer entered the cubicle. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but then I gradually heard conversations. …

“Secretary Wang, this is a gift of 1 million yuan to Secretary Liu; the password is on the back. This is 100,000 yuan for you…”

“Director Wei, what are you doing? I'll pass on Secretary Liu's for you; you don't need to give it to me…”

“Look at you, you've put in so much effort to get me promoted to deputy county head; you must accept it…”

After a series of polite exchanges, silence fell.

I secretly wondered if Secretary Liu might be Liu Shixiong. I was very curious; who was buying their way into the position in the cubicle? So, I stood on the sofa and peered over the tall glass partition.

The lighting in the coffee shop was dim, with only two soft beams of light shining on each table.

I recognized one of the men; it was Secretary Wang. I didn't recognize the other man; he was about forty years old and fair-skinned.

"Secretary Wang, you just said that the leaders of T City are going to watch the T City Spring Festival Gala together at 8:30 pm? Isn't Secretary Liu going?"

"It's being broadcast live on TV tonight. Secretary Liu is the top leader of T City, how could he not go?"

"It's already past six o'clock, it won't be a problem..."

"Hehe! No problem!"

...

"What time did you go up?"

"2:55 pm!"

"Director Wei, don't you use your brain? The longer it takes, the more reliable things are going in the room! If things in the room are reliable, then your promotion is reliable, right?"

"That's right! That's right!"

"Don't be impatient, you've been waiting all afternoon, what's a little longer?"

"I'm not in a hurry! I'm not in a hurry! Come on! Have some tea..."

Just then, the phone rang.

"...I'm at the coffee shop...yes! Same spot...nobody else, just me and Secretary Wang...okay! I'll wait for you!"

Director Wei let out a long sigh of relief and said to Secretary Wang, "She's coming down!"

"..."

A moment later, a beautiful woman in her thirties entered the cubicle with her head down.

"Secretary Wang, Secretary Liu wants you to go upstairs,"

she said softly, her head bowed.

"Oh, then I'll be going now."

"Secretary Wang, take care! I'll need your help with that matter!" "

Secretary Liu is always a man of his word, so don't worry!"

After Secretary Wang left, the two remained silent in the cubicle, the atmosphere somewhat heavy.

A moment later, the woman slumped onto the table and began to sob.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through this..."

"Waaah!" The woman's sobs grew louder as soon as she finished speaking.

The man quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her sobs.

"Don't cry. Once I become the deputy county head, I'll have power. With power comes money, and with money, you'll have money too, right?... With power, you'll have face too, won't you?"

He looked brimming with confidence.

"I did... you know... with Secretary Liu today... will you be disgusted with me...?"

She raised her delicate, tear-streaked face.

"Of course not! I love you even more..."

he said, cupping her face and showering her with

kisses.

"You swear?"

"I swear I won't mind what happened to my wife today! And I'll love my wife for life! If I go back on my word, may I be hit by a car and die..."

She silenced his with a kiss. ...

After a while of tender intimacy,

"Darling! I want to ask... ask you, why did you take so long upstairs? Tell me, is Secretary Liu more powerful? Or am I more powerful...?"

"You're so annoying! I won't tell you..."

"Good wife! Tell me..."

Just then, my phone rang.

They stopped talking and stared at each other in surprise; they hadn't expected anyone to be in the cubicle.

It was Hua Ge calling, telling me he couldn't come because of something, and that he'd treat me to drinks the following night.

By the time I finished the call, the couple in the cubicle had already left. I secretly cursed Hua Ge for calling now of all times, interrupting my eavesdropping.

That night, as I recounted what I'd overheard in the coffee shop cubicle to Juanzi, I found myself unconsciously getting an erection, wondering if I was a pervert. I didn't care anymore; since desire had arisen unexpectedly, I might as well seize this rare opportunity. So, I rolled over and pinned Juanzi beneath me.

"You're hurting me!"

Juanzi said, frowning as she tried to avoid my penetration.

"I'm sorry!"

I said apologetically.

She grabbed my penis and rubbed it back and forth at the entrance of her vagina a few times before pressing it against her vulva and scolding, "That's enough! You're so clumsy!"

"Oh!"

I replied, my lower body sinking in, and with the help of her already wet vagina, my penis smoothly slid into her tender embrace.

After thrusting in and out for a little over a minute, I immediately felt my entire penis enveloped by the warm, soft walls of her vagina, which were constantly undulating. I felt incredibly comfortable, and suddenly, a tingling sensation ran down my spine as I

ejaculated. For a long time, Juanzi and I lay there in silence. Then, I heard Juanzi sigh at the head of the bed. Usually, I would fall asleep quickly, but today I wasn't sleepy at all. I was annoyed that I was still so inadequate.

When Juanzi woke up in the morning, she looked tired, was in a bad mood, and inexplicably picked a fight with me.

Was this what it meant for a woman to be sexually unsatisfied? Watching Juanzi's retreating figure, I felt guilty and ashamed.

I remember reading in a book that marriage consists of: finances as the foundation, sex as sustenance, children as the fruit of marriage, and blissful ignorance.

As for finances, I'm a poor guy who can't even support myself, yet Juanzi is the sole breadwinner for the family. As for sex, my illness leaves a woman in the prime of her sexual life chronically hungry. I can't give her sexual satisfaction, which is like not giving her sustenance, so for the sake of marital happiness, I shouldn't let her go hungry. Given Juanzi's charm, many men should be willing to provide her with sustenance. And compared to the source of sustenance, marital happiness is far more important. I not only need to be blissfully ignorant, but I need to actively create that bliss.

Juanzi is my beloved wife, my goddess; I love her more than I love myself. I must make her happy, and I must find ways to do something for her.

I pondered for a long time, and a "plan for marital happiness" formed in my mind.

That afternoon, I sent Huang Yingsong onto a flight to Hong Kong. On the way to the airport, he gave me a red envelope, which I resolutely refused. He said that after observing me for the past two days, he found me to be honest, reliable, and a good driver; he was very satisfied with me. With the Lunar New Year approaching, he asked me to buy some New Year's goods for my family, and according to Hong Kong custom, I couldn't refuse the red envelopes.

I had no choice but to accept them.

Through these few days of adjustment, I've basically grasped the key points of being an assistant, or driver: first, be honest; second, speak little, look little, and don't dwell on things. Be sure to keep your mouth shut and focus only on driving; don't ask about or concern yourself with other matters, and if possible, don't even look at them.

On my way back from the airport, I passed the hospital where Yangyang was staying. Wondering how she was recovering, I turned into the hospital.

Perhaps because it was close to the Lunar New Year, she was the only patient left in the ward; the other patients had all been discharged and gone home.

Yangyang was very happy to see me and pulled me to her bedside, pressing her body tightly against my arm. I felt the soft, elastic strength only a young girl possesses.

I felt uncomfortable and tried to pull away.

However, Yangyang held onto my slender, delicate hand tightly, pouting and scolding me for a while, complaining that I didn't visit her often. I smiled sheepishly and apologized to her.

My teacher's wife watched us bickering with a smile on her face.

I was relieved to see that Yangyang was recovering well.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Brother Hua. He asked, "Has General Manager Huang boarded the plane yet?"

I said, "General Manager Huang boarded the plane a while ago."

He continued, "I'll wait for you to come back. Don't forget we'll have drinks tonight."

I was about to say goodbye.

"You're leaving after just a short while! Really..."

Yangyang looked unhappy.

When I left the hospital, I left the 2,000 yuan red envelope that Huang Yingfa had given me with my teacher's wife, asking her to buy some nutritional supplements for Yangyang and a new outfit for the New Year.

Brother Hua and I went to a Cantonese restaurant near the company.

Brother Hua had only been in T City for two or three months. His usual work involved either accompanying Huang Yingfa or working in a darkroom in a hotel. He rarely met people and therefore had no friends. Feeling lonely and isolated in a foreign land, he felt a sense of closeness to me because of my honest and simple nature, politeness, and the gifts I gave him.

After a few drinks, he became more talkative.

Brother Hua was one of Huang Yingfa's closest associates in T City, and Huang trusted him the most, so he was involved in or knew about many of the most confidential matters. The most important Chinese New Year was just a few days away, but he couldn't return to Hong Kong with Huang because some confidential work here couldn't be replaced by anyone else and had to be done by him alone.

That was the security and surveillance of the top two floors of the Regal Hotel.

The Regal Hotel was actually a place where Huang Yingfa used to cultivate and corrupt government officials, specifically for entertaining high-ranking officials from the government, military, and even the central government. Although called a hotel, it had its unique model. Only the floors below the 25th floor were actually used for hotel functions; floors 26 to 28 were used for company offices; and floors 29 and 30 were dedicated to entertaining high-ranking officials. These two floors primarily housed entertainment and leisure facilities, including a reception hall, restaurant, karaoke room, dance hall, sauna and massage parlor, luxury projection room, and guest rooms.

A private elevator provided direct access to both floors. Each floor featured a presidential suite, consisting of a living room, office, and bedroom. The rooms were equipped with saunas, double whirlpool bathtubs, massage beds, and king-size beds.

To maintain tight control over these officials and secure his own future, Huang Yingfa secretly installed pinhole cameras in each room to film intimate acts as evidence for future blackmail.

Not a heavy drinker, I only had a couple of drinks; Hua Ge mostly drank and rambled on. After a few rounds, Hua Ge, emboldened by the alcohol, complained that he couldn't return to Hong Kong to reunite with his wife and children during the Lunar New Year holiday because Huang had assigned him to work.

I countered by asking why he didn't let his wife and children come to the mainland to celebrate the New Year with him. He shook his head, saying his wife was worried their daughter, not yet a year old, wouldn't be able to withstand the cold northern climate and had been crying on the phone, which frustrated him.

My heart skipped a beat, and I offered to cover his shift.

Hua Ge was so touched that he gripped my hand tightly, saying I was a true friend and a loyal friend. Then he added that no one else could do this job, and he was also worried that Boss Huang would reprimand him if he found out.

I didn't say anything more.

Around nine o'clock that night, Hua Ge finally staggered to his feet, saying he had to go back to the hotel; he had important work to do.

Seeing how drunk he was, I suggested we skip it for today and do it tomorrow.

He said no, this was something he had to do every day. Then he leaned close to my ear and mysteriously said that this was the so-called confidential work.

I had no choice but to drive him, completely drunk, back to his hotel. The tipsy Hua Ge, at the innermost security door on the 27th floor, pulled out his keys and handed them to me. After entering, he swayed and pointed to the keypad door inside, asking me to open it for him. After I opened the keypad door, he collapsed to the side and began vomiting violently, making a mess of the floor. Still relying on his hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's genitals realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, closely matching female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... rhythmic swallowing, irresistible! Click to enter.

I quickly helped him clean the grime from his clothes, the bed, and the floor, working up a sweat.

"Big...Big Brother Niu! I'm...I'm so sorry!"

Hua Ge was still somewhat conscious.

"Brother Wang! It's alright!"

Brother Hua grabbed my arm and pleaded, "You...you can't go home tonight, can you...can you help me with the shift...I..."

He then collapsed onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

I was secretly delighted; I was just worried about where I'd sleep tonight.

In the inner room, I struggled for a long time to turn on all the equipment.

It turned out that this darkroom was the surveillance system for the top two floors of the building, with monitors covering the entire wall. Scenes from every corner of each suite and the presidential suite were displayed on the monitors. The pinhole cameras were very well hidden; the people in the rooms couldn't detect them at all.

The screens on the wall showed that most rooms were black, indicating that there were no guests in the rooms; only a few rooms were lit up, perhaps because it was close to the Spring Festival. I switched channels, checking the lit rooms. Each room presented a different scene: some were occupied by one person, others by two; some were watching TV, others were surfing the internet, chatting, showering, and some were already asleep… There were

also couples sleeping together, but not all of them were engaged in sexual activity; only a few rooms were filled with passionate scenes.

My voyeuristic desires drove me to keep switching between the channels, searching for the most exciting shots, but I was somewhat disappointed. Either the scene had just ended and people were cleaning up, or the room was covered by blankets, and I could only see the blankets moving.

Disappointed, I randomly opened the computer's main control interface and found that the monitoring program was automatic. It would automatically start recording whenever someone entered the room, triggered by infrared sensors. There were also functions for reviewing recordings and controlling the PTZ camera…

Reviewing recordings?

I suddenly remembered yesterday in the coffee shop cubicle when Director Wei offered his wife to Liu Shixiong for a promotion. Could I find the recording? With so many rooms, which one was it? Curiosity drove me to access the monitoring system again.

Just as I was about to check the surveillance footage, the system notified me that the surveillance cameras in the presidential suite on the 29th floor had started up. I quickly turned my attention to the monitor: Scene: Living Room 23:53:20 Liu Shixiong, Wang Ying, and Ouyang Dan filed in. The three sat on the sofa and chatted for a while. First, Liu Shixiong got up, took off his coat, and went to the bathroom. Wang Ying followed closely behind, also taking off her coat. Ouyang Dan hesitated for a moment before also taking off her clothes and entering the bathroom.

Scene: Bathroom 00:10:03 Three naked men and women were visible in the misty air. One was a bald, short, fat, beer-bellied middle-aged man sitting on a stool; a voluptuous woman, her large breasts disproportionate to her bony figure, was applying shower gel to Liu Shixiong; a woman with a dignified face and graceful figure was shyly holding a showerhead to wash Liu Shixiong's body.

Scene: Bedroom 00:28:30 Three naked men and women were on the large round bed. Liu Shixiong rested his head on Wang Ying's lap, while Wang Ying massaged his shoulders. Ouyang Dan, wearing a dog collar, knelt on the bed, her hands handcuffed behind her back, her head resting between Liu Shixiong's legs, her mouth moving up and down on his penis.

00:43:00 Ouyang Dan spread her legs wide, her hands and feet handcuffed, like a frog on its back. Liu Shixiong sat on Ouyang Dan's head, his thick penis moving in and out of her mouth. Wang Ying knelt on Ouyang Dan's groin, pressing a vibrating egg against her vulva.

01:01:50 Wang Ying pinched Ouyang Dan's nipples with both hands, while Liu Shixiong held a dildo in one hand, moving it in and out of her vagina, while two fingers of his other hand pressed and pinched the upper part of Ouyang Dan's mons pubis.

01:04:08 Ouyang Dan's head swayed from side to side, her cheeks flushed, her whole body trembling. Liu Shixiong's large mouth was filled with Ouyang Dan's vaginal opening, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were swallowing the vaginal fluid that Ouyang Dan had ejaculated during her orgasm.

Some of the fluid ran down her fair thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her buttocks.

01:15:34 Liu Shixiong lay on his back, one hand holding an iron chain, the other end of which was connected to the collar around Ouyang Dan's neck. Her hands and feet were handcuffed together, and she was lying face down on the bed with her buttocks raised. An electric dildo was inserted into her vagina and was still shaking incessantly. She bit her lower lip tightly, her delicate face contorted, as if she were enduring torture. Wang Ying sat between Liu Shixiong's legs, her hands pressed against his hairy chest, her buttocks gripping his thick penis as she moved up and down.

01:40:01 Ouyang Dan lay naked and bound, face up on the bed. Black ropes were wrapped around her bare breasts, and a dog collar was around her neck. Her limbs were handcuffed to the bedposts, and she was unable to move. A black blindfold covered her eyes, and an electric dildo remained inserted in her vagina, vibrating continuously.

01:50:10 Liu Shixiong and Wang Ying, fully dressed, left together.

02:05:00 Ouyang Dan suddenly became restless, her hips thrusting incessantly, and her body trembling uncontrollably. (As time went on, Ouyang Dan's painful trembling on the screen became more frequent and the intervals became shorter. I didn't know when Liu Shixiong would return to the room, nor how much longer Ouyang Dan could hold on. I cursed Liu Shixiong's cruelty and perversion in my heart, yet felt pity for Ouyang Dan's situation.

03:15:20 Ouyang Dan's face turned red, her whole body convulsed, and her eyes rolled back.

Seeing this, I sensed that something was wrong. I rushed to the outer room, shook Hua Ge awake who was still fast asleep, and dragged and carried him to the screen.

At this moment, Hua Ge was still very drunk, but when he saw the scene on the monitor, he was shocked and immediately sobered up a bit.

"Oh my god! Something terrible is going to happen! If we don't untie her, someone will die!"

Hua Ge said as he got up and staggered towards the outside, but his legs went weak and he almost fell.

"Hua Ge, be careful!"

I caught him.

"Damn! How come there's a hole in the ground?"

He was slightly more lucid, but his limbs were weak, and he was still drunk.)

"How can you go and rescue someone while you're still dizzy?"

I asked hurriedly, forgetting my laughter and tears. "What do you suggest? Let me go in your place!"

"You?"

Hua hesitated.

"Hurry up! Someone will die if we're any later!"

I was very anxious, my mind preoccupied with Ouyang Dan.

"Oh! That's the only way!"

Hua Ge didn't want anything to go wrong at the Grand Hotel, so he said, "Go to the front desk and get the spare key card for the room. I'll call the front desk..."

Before he could finish speaking, I rushed out of the room.

When I got the room card from the front desk, opened the door to the presidential suite, and ran straight to the bedroom, I was stunned.

Ouyang Dan was like a dying fish, occasionally thrashing about on the bed. A buzzing vibrating dildo was deeply inserted into her vagina. She was covered in sweat as if she had just been pulled out of the water, and there was a large wet puddle on the white sheet beneath her buttocks.

I didn't dare to look at this erotic scene closely and quickly tore off the tape and pulled the vibrating dildo out of Ouyang Dan's vagina.

"Oh my god!"

Ouyang Dan suddenly screamed. A jet of water gushed from her swollen vulva, shooting through the air like a powerful, curved arrow before landing some distance away. At that moment, Ouyang Dan convulsed, her limbs rattling as she pulled at the chains

binding her hands and feet. I found the handcuff key on the bedside table and unlocked the handcuffs. Finally, I removed the blindfold.

Ouyang Dan weakly opened her eyes, saw it was me, paused for a moment, then covered her face with her hands and wailed.

Humiliation, sorrow, pain, and helplessness surged into a river.

This dark world, how could it be darker than midnight?

Chapter 30: With the Spring Festival approaching,

Huang Yingfa returned to Hong Kong, and I had plenty of free time. Occasionally, I received calls from General Manager Huang asking me to handle some personal matters for a few government officials; most of the time, I was with Brother Hua. After the incident where I covered his shift when he was drunk, Brother Hua and I grew closer and closer.

Early that morning (the 27th of the twelfth lunar month), Brother Hua called me to his room, which was the mysterious monitoring room. After hesitating for a moment, Brother Hua said, "Brother, I've thought it over and decided to go back to Hong Kong for the Lunar New Year, but the monitoring room can't be left unattended, so I'd like to ask you for help..."

As he spoke, he took out an LV handbag and handed it to me, then said, "This is a Lunar New Year gift for my sister-in-law."

"Brother Hua, no problem!"

I immediately agreed. I was secretly delighted, this was the perfect opportunity to implement my "marital bliss plan." I continued, "You can go home and celebrate the Lunar New Year with your wife and children. But, this bag..."

"If you don't accept it, don't call me brother anymore!"

Brother Hua said angrily.

I couldn't refuse any longer.

"This is the room key, and this is the dining voucher."

Brother Hua then told me that there wasn't much to monitor during the day, but he mainly needed to be on duty in the monitoring room at night. He would rush back immediately after the Lantern Festival. Finally, Brother Hua repeatedly told me to keep this a secret and not to let anyone know, especially Boss Huang. On the way back after seeing Brother Hua off, the car radio announced,

"...Due to the influence of this strong cold air mass from Siberia, there will be heavy snow in Northeast China around the Spring Festival, with some areas experiencing blizzards. We hope relevant departments..." Hearing this, I thought my chance had come. I called Juanzi, but no one answered, so I drove straight to the Anti-Corruption Bureau. Just as I stepped into the building, I saw Fatty Li coming out of the stairwell. "Brother Li!" I said as I walked in. "Da Niu? Are you looking for Chen Juan? " Fatty Li paused, then immediately put on a smile. "What brings you here? Hehe! I'll go up with you." "No need, you have errands to run? I'll go up by myself." "It's alright." Despite his obesity, Fatty Li climbed the stairs in three strides, leaving me far behind. "Brother Li, slow down, why are you going so fast..." I said behind him. "Heh! I walk up the stairs like this every day, to lose...lose weight," he said, panting. When I reached the third floor, Fatty Li was nowhere to be seen. "That Brother Li, he said he'd keep me company, but he's nowhere to be seen." I shook my head and smiled bitterly. I knocked several times on the door of the office (Juanzi had recently transferred from the personnel department to the bureau office and was now a civil servant), but no one answered. I pushed the door open, and it was empty. I sat down in Juanzi's office chair and dialed her number. The phone rang from a drawer under her desk. I took out Juanzi's phone and saw several missed calls from me, the earliest being 9:05. "How could she forget her phone when she went out on errands? So forgetful," I muttered to myself, guessing Juanzi had gone out on errands as soon as she arrived at work. "Hey bro, sit down for a bit. Chen Juan is in the archives room, she'll be there soon. Let me get you a glass of water." Fatty Li pushed open the door and came in. "Thanks!" I took the glass, asking in confusion, "Archives room? Juanzi didn't go out this morning?" "No, she's been in this room the whole time." Fatty Li replied casually. "..." Just then, Juanzi rushed in from outside. "Why are you here? Is something wrong? Why didn't you call first?" Juanzi asked anxiously. "You two chat. I'm leaving now. Hehe!" Fatty Li said and left. "I called you, but you didn't answer." "Oh, really?" She said, bending down to take her phone out of her office drawer, "It was probably you who called when I went to the archives." I sat in my chair, staring at Juanzi so close to me, my mind racing. "Why would Juanzi lie? Could it be that she... no way! In broad daylight..." I noticed that Juanzi's fair neck was slightly flushed, and the lipstick mark on her lips was gone. My heart tightened, then relaxed. If it was as I suspected, wasn't that what I was hoping for? I said to Juanzi, "The company is working on a new project in L County, H Province, and to meet the deadline, we won't be taking a break during the Spring Festival. The company sent me to deliver the documents signed by General Manager Huang right now..." "What? It's almost New Year's! Why are you being sent? Why can't you just send a scanned copy?" Juanzi asked suspiciously. She was as meticulous as ever, befitting her law school background. "Mr. Huang left the documents in the back seat of the car, and I only had the keys. Most of the company is on holiday, and we can't find a suitable replacement right away. Besides, Mr. Huang asked me to handle this; how could I refuse? You repeatedly told me to perform well..." I suppressed my panic and answered with the prepared lie. "When are you leaving? When will you be back?" Juanzi suppressed her dissatisfaction. "This afternoon's flight. The company has already booked the tickets. It'll take two or three days; I estimate I'll be back around New Year's Eve." "Oh, then be careful. Let me know as soon as the plane lands." She said with concern. "Okay!" I handed her the LV bag as I left, telling her it was a gift from Brother Hua. After parting with Juanzi, I felt unusually relieved, thinking self-deprecatingly: I hope Juanzi can eat the food others give her during this time, relieving my beloved wife's hunger for a while. Back at the company, I had just lowered the garage shutter when Ouyang Dan called, asking if I was free to accompany her to visit her husband, Xu Dong, in prison. The scene from the presidential suite early yesterday morning flashed through my mind: Ouyang Dan's wet hair disheveled, obscuring her flushed face; tears of humiliation streamed from her almond-shaped eyes; her rounded shoulders trembled slightly with hoarse sobs; her firm breasts were covered in fine droplets of water; her smooth, flat stomach rose and fell; her beautifully curved waist was supported high by her round, full buttocks; her smooth thighs sometimes closed, sometimes opened. It was easy to imagine how horribly Ouyang Dan had been violated, so much so that the afterglow of her orgasm lingered. This erotic scene took my breath away. I dared not look any longer and quickly covered my erection with the blanket. I fled to the bathroom and used cold water to cool down the burning desire within me. Ouyang Dan only calmed down a little when she returned to her bedroom.

I carefully wiped the tears from Ouyang Dan's face with a hot towel.

She looked at me gratefully and said hoarsely, "Thank you! You saw me again... I..."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Sister Ouyang! It's okay, don't be sad anymore. I... you should lie down somewhere else, okay? The sheets are all wet, don't catch a cold..."

I stammered.

"I want to take a shower. Help me up, this beast has exhausted me..."

She struggled to lift the blanket. I didn't dare look directly at her, and with my head down, I helped the naked Ouyang Dan up while grabbing a bath towel to drape over her.

"Forget it! You've already seen my embarrassing state, do I need to wear this?"

Her pretty face flushed as she pulled off the bath towel.

"I didn't dare look too much..."

I said, feeling embarrassed.

The exhausted Ouyang Dan was practically carried into the bathroom by me. On the way, her fragrant and soft body once again made me feel hot all over, and my lower body became hard.

After Ouyang Dan finished showering, she slowly told me the whole story. Xu Dong was listed as a political suspect, a major criminal. Families of such prisoners are not allowed to visit him without special permission from higher authorities. Previously, to get Xu Dong's sentence reduced from death to a two-year reprieve, and then from reprieve to a fifteen-year prison term, Ouyang Dan had endured inhuman torture and countless humiliations.

With the Spring Festival approaching, Ouyang Dan wanted to send Xu Dong some clothes and food. To obtain a brief opportunity to visit him, she again begged Liu Shixiong. Liu Shixiong agreed! He said that if Ouyang Dan and Wang Ying had a threesome with him, he would not only grant her visit but also release Xu Dong from prison. Overjoyed, Ouyang Dan had no choice but to agree to his perverted request, once again enduring his humiliation.

While recounting her story, she glanced at her watch and then panicked, urging me to leave the room immediately, saying that Liu Shixiong would send Wang Ying over at six o'clock in the morning.

"Beep beep..."

A car horn interrupted my recollection. Ouyang Dan's car was parked across the street.

"You drive,"

Ouyang Dan said, her still tired face peeking out of the passenger window.

As I started the car, I asked with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

"I feel like my body is falling apart, I'm completely exhausted. I really didn't want to miss this hard-won opportunity to visit you in prison. So I had to trouble you to drive me."

"What are you saying? You're my sister! If you don't let me come, I'll definitely be angry with you!"

"Oh! Good brother!"

Her eyes welled up with tears.

"Sister Ouyang, did Wang Ying suspect you that day?"

I tried to change the subject.

"Probably not! I told her I found the key on the bedside table and unlocked the handcuffs myself."

"Will she believe you?" "

She was skeptical. I begged her not to tell that old bastard, just say that she unlocked the handcuffs for me. She agreed. On the way home, she also said that that old bastard was a bit too cruel to me."

The prison was located in the suburbs of T City, about sixty kilometers from downtown T City. After arriving at the prison, Ouyang Dan went in alone. Half an hour later, she returned to the car with red eyes.

"Is he alright?"

"Yes! Much better than when I last saw him..."

she said, sobbing.

I sighed and didn't say anything more.

It was already past one in the afternoon when we returned to Ouyang Dan's house.

Ouyang Dan changed her clothes and went to the kitchen to cook. Seeing that she was still tired, I wanted to help her, but she chased me out of the kitchen.

The heating in the house was quite warm. I took off my thick cotton coat and leaned against the kitchen door, watching Ouyang Dan busy at work. She was wearing a pink stretchy thermal top, which accentuated her curves and showed off her perfect figure. This must have something to do with her long-term dedication to her theatrical career.

Ouyang Dan noticed my lecherous gaze fixed on her.

"What are you looking at? You little rascal! Didn't you get enough of looking yesterday?"

Her pretty face flushed with embarrassment.

"Sister Ouyang, you have a really beautiful figure."

Seeing that she didn't blame me, I became a little bolder.

"Sigh! What's so good about it? A withered flower..."

She lowered her head and continued working.

"No! You are in my heart..."

I was burning with desire, took a step forward, and was about to hug her from behind.

"What am I in your heart?"

She dodged my embrace to the side, turned her pretty face and glared at me angrily.

"...An everlasting lily. And my dear sister!"

I pulled my arms back, covering the bulge in my lower body.

She had seen my embarrassment.

"Stop being silly! Take the food over."

She turned her face away shyly.

"It smells so good!"

The food smelled so good.

"Then eat more."

Ouyang Dan kept putting food into my bowl, but she didn't touch her chopsticks much.

After lunch, Ouyang Dan took out a brand new cashmere sweater for me to wear.

"Hmm! It fits quite well."

She looked me over from left to right, and then lovingly adjusted my collar.

Her full breasts were close at hand, and her deep cleavage was clearly visible.

I could no longer control myself and hugged her tightly.

She struggled slightly, looking up at me with hazy eyes, and I could feel the burning passion in them. Then she wrapped her arms tightly around my head, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her bright red lips to mine.

Holding her alluring softness, my desire ignited, and I captured her soft lips in mine. Sister Ouyang's lips were soft and smooth; the kiss felt like savoring a delicate, fragrant candy.

I felt a bulge pressing against her abdomen, and one hand involuntarily reached for her round, pert buttocks.

"No! No!"

Ouyang Dan pushed me away abruptly, her cheeks flushed.

"Sister, yes! Why not…"

I was filled with joy and wanted to embrace her again.

"No means no! This is the best we can go, we can't go any further…"

She raised her flushed face, her expression serious and earnest. "If you don't listen, I won't acknowledge you as my brother anymore."

"...But I…"

I was burning with desire but dared not treat our sibling relationship lightly.

Ouyang Dan looked down at my lower body, then up at my discomfort, and her heart softened. She said, "How about... how about I give you a 'recovery massage'?"

"Really? You'll really do it..."

I exclaimed excitedly.

"Look at you, you silly thing. Go wash up."

After showering, I went to the bedroom. The curtains were drawn, a thick bath towel was laid on the bed, and a small bottle of medicated oil was beside it.

"Like last time, kneel down in a knee-chest position."

Ouyang Dan sat shyly at the foot of the bed, applying the medicated oil to her hands.

I knelt naked on the bath towel, my buttocks sticking out...

Twenty minutes later, a trail of milky-white, sticky substance remained on the towel.

Ouyang Dan wiped her hands with a tissue while staring at my still erect penis. A blush had spread across her pretty face, and her chest heaved noticeably faster.

"So comfortable!"

I lay on the bed, savoring the blissful moment that had just passed.

"Of course it's comfortable. You men experience several times more pleasure with this 'Intermittent Erectile Dysfunction Recovery Massage Method' than...doing that."

"Can you women use the 'Intermittent Erectile Dysfunction Recovery Massage Method'?"

"I don't know, theoretically it's possible."

"Why don't you teach me the technique, and I'll give you a massage too, so you can experience it..."

I teased.

"Go away! Go away! Go away! You little rascal!"

she said, grabbing a towel covered in sticky substance and throwing it at my face.

"Sis, I have a question for you."

I dodged her attack, grabbed her wrist, and looked serious.

"Hmm?"

"Is Uncle Liu very amazing?"

"Yes!"

She nodded shyly, then immediately shook her head.

"What's going on? Tell me."

"I won't tell you!"

She shook off my hand.

"If you don't tell me, I'll..."

I pulled her down onto me with a sudden movement.

"Okay, okay! Stop messing around."

She pressed her hands against my chest, trying to break free, but she wasn't as strong as me, so she whispered, "I'll tell you!"

I stopped my assault.

Ouyang Dan's upper body was still held captive by me, her two mounds of flesh pressed against my broad chest through her thermal underwear, her rosy face turned to the side, gently resting on my shoulder.

"...That old bastard, he doesn't seem like a man in his fifties at all... I even suspect he's on drugs, he never stops... His thing is so big..." "

Big? Is it very thick? Thicker than mine?"

"No! The thickness is about the same as yours, I'm talking about the glans!"

She reached out and pointed to the glans of my penis, then said, "It's this spot."

"Oh! How big is it?"

"It seems to be this big."

She gestured with her thumb and forefinger, indicating a semi-circle the size of a goose egg.

"Is it that big?"

I asked in surprise.

"Yes!"

At this moment, Ouyang Dan's expression was somewhat dazed, her face overflowing with pleasure, as if she were immersed in the aftertaste.

"...I'm a little afraid of him...that old rogue often pinches and presses on my body...I don't know what kind of magic he uses...he makes me go limp in just a few moments...Sometimes, I really hate myself, why am I so weak...I try hard to be rational, I can't lose face in front of that old rogue...but, my body is completely out of my control...reason is quickly swallowed by pleasure...the continuous pleasure makes me succumb...at that moment, I no longer find the old, ugly, disgusting man on top of me so repulsive...on the contrary, I feel that he is very young and strong...even...I even have a feeling of attachment to him...the last few times he called me...I know I'm going to be bullied and ravaged by him again...but there is a trace of desire in my heart...I wonder if I am a slutty woman? A bad woman?"

Ouyang Dan began to sob as she spoke.

"Sister! You're not promiscuous! You're not a bad woman!"

I hugged her tightly, gently patting her shoulder to comfort her.

I remember a famous person once said: "One rape is rape, multiple rapes make you husband and wife." A person may be raped in their lifetime and deeply feel the pain of rape. But for rape by power, after the pain and numbness, people may develop a sense of pleasure from being raped. Powerful oppression and the darkness of society are like being raped. If you can't resist, assuming a position and enjoying the pleasure may be the best choice. In a reality where it's either being killed or closing your eyes, turning humiliation into pleasure is not a bad way to escape.

Rape bringing pleasure is not uncommon in life. When you are oppressed for the first time, you may scream and find it unbearable. But when you are repeatedly oppressed, you may develop a pleasure from being oppressed for a long time.

That night, when I left Ouyang Dan's house, I told her about my "plan for marital happiness."

Ouyang Dan was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

Chapter 31 The Dedication of Love

Time flies, and more than a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

I stood by the window, gazing out at the dark night, the headlights of a few scattered cars rushing home dazzling the view. The May night lacked the biting chill of early spring, and the restlessness and languor of midsummer.

It was gentle yet not indifferent, passionate yet not restrictive.

I felt a pang of melancholy and heartache, my mind constantly filled with longing for Juan, so far away. Was she asleep? Alone? Or sharing a bed with someone else?

I had been sent (actually, I had volunteered) to this mountainous region, 200 kilometers from T City, for over twenty days. The company had undertaken a highway construction project through the mountains, and I was responsible for coordinating with the secondary contractors.

The "Plan for Marital Happiness" had been very successful. In the past year or so, fifteen or sixteen months, the already beautiful Juan had become even more radiant. Her complexion was rosier, her skin more lustrous, and she was full of energy, often humming popular songs, appearing very happy. I know this is largely due to the food Erbao provides, which relieves her hunger, and the sexual satisfaction Erbao gives her, which makes her feel good. Although I feel a little bitter, for the sake of my marriage with Juanzi, and for Juanzi's sexual happiness, I have no regrets and will continue to work harder.

Whenever there is a business trip for work, I volunteer. The employees in the company are unwilling to be away from home for too long, but I am happy to take on the responsibility. As time goes by, my work ability gradually becomes apparent, and General Manager Huang also appreciates my talent. Now I am a key business member of Huang's Group Investment Co., Ltd., and he has given me a raise and assigned me some important tasks.

Hua Ge is puzzled by this and secretly asks me why I work so hard and tells me to take it easy.

I just chuckle and let it go.

Juanzi is puzzled and has questioned me. I always brush her off with words like working hard, performing well, and earning more money, for her and for the family.

The night after I told Juanzi I was going on a business trip (the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month), a blizzard really did fall. The news on TV reported a rare blizzard in northern H province (where L county is located), causing roads to be blocked and communications to be cut off.

I thought about it, and to make the lie believable, I couldn't make a phone call. So I sent Juanzi a text message: "There's a blizzard in L county. I'm safe, don't worry." The signal was intermittent, so I could only send a text message. "The heavy snow has blocked the mountains. It's a pity I can't spend the Spring Festival holiday with Juanzi. Whenever it snows in L county, it's a snow disaster, often resulting in roads being blocked and communications being cut off for days or even a month. This blizzard is very heavy; I estimate it will take half a month for the roads to be open again. Love, Da Niu."

After I sent the text message and turned off my phone, snowflakes also began to fall in T city.

I wondered if something would happen between Juanzi and Erbao tonight. So, around 10 pm, I secretly sneaked back to my building. I saw Erbao's car; it seemed I was right. Looking up at the familiar window of the bedroom, I vaguely saw a light on inside. That night, in the quiet of the night, snowflakes fell gently from the sky, and the faint light of the streetlights shone even more brightly on the snow-covered road. I didn't leave until the lights in the house were turned off.

For several days in a row, I did this, but I never saw Erbao's car again, and the bedroom window never lit up again.

I wondered if my mind was twisted, if I was becoming a pervert.

I was extremely depressed, sitting in front of the monitor, the screen filled with flickering black and gray static. Perhaps because of the Spring Festival, there weren't many guests staying there. Besides, the guests qualified to stay on the top two floors of the Grand Hotel were all important and influential figures. From the first to the fifteenth of the lunar new year, the monitor was only activated twice, but no passionate scenes were seen in the room.

Extremely bored, I tried to check the old recordings, only to find that Hua Ge had removed them.

The TV programs were all entertainment programs celebrating the Spring Festival, which were uninteresting. Checking the weather forecast became a daily ritual, especially regarding the snow disaster in H province, which I had never been to before.

Later, I stopped going downstairs to keep watch. During the day, I either went online, watched TV, or slept. At night, I stared at the monitor, letting my mind wander. I wondered where Juanzi was right now? Was she at home? Alone or with someone? I guess I spent New Year's Eve and New Year's Day at Uncle Liu's house, right? Erbao should be taking Wu Fang and the child back to his in-laws' house on the second day of the New Year, right? Erbao's father-in-law was transferred to Beijing a long time ago; he seems to be a high-ranking official. His mother-in-law passed away recently. Erbao will definitely stay in Beijing for a few days, which means Juanzi will be alone. Is my "plan for marital happiness" flawed? (Later I learned that Wu Fang had been living at her parents' house since giving birth and didn't return for the Spring Festival. Erbao went to Beijing on the second day of the New Year and returned to T City that same night.)

Around 11 pm on the fifteenth of the first lunar month, I was a little hungry and went to the lobby on the first floor to buy instant noodles. Just as I stepped out of the elevator, I suddenly saw Juanzi and Erbao walk into the lobby through the revolving door and head towards the elevator.

I quickly hid in the stairwell.

What else could they be doing at a hotel at this hour? A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me—bitterness and surprise.

The elevator indicator showed it was on the 18th floor.

The 18th floor? Which room? My voyeuristic urges were stronger than usual today. Hidden cameras were secretly installed only on the 29th and 30th floors of the entire building. Like a headshot. Because the guests staying on these two floors are all important and influential figures, only secretly filming their privacy would be valuable.

I couldn't see Juanzi and Erbao in the room from the monitoring room, but I remembered I had a room key at the front desk. The receptionist on duty at the front desk was the same girl who had given me the key to the presidential suite that day to rescue Ouyang Dan.

Coincidentally, on the morning of New Year's Eve, Ouyang Dan brought me several large bags of food. When I passed through the lobby, it was empty except for two staff members standing behind the reception desk, one of whom was that girl. I felt sorry for them, so I left them some food. From then on, that girl greeted me every time she saw me.

So, I went to the reception desk.

"Hello, Brother Zhang!"

the girl smiled.

"Hello!"

I nodded. Then, feigning helplessness, I said, "Beautiful lady! Give me Liu Tianbao's room key. That guy locked it inside and won't come down to get it himself, but he insists I come down to get the spare key to open the door for him."

"Hehe! Why don't you just call and have us open the door? Why do you have to come downstairs?"

"No need to trouble you, just give it to me..."

"Brother Zhang! This... according to regulations, the room key can't be handed over..."

She hesitated for a moment, then took out the room key and said, "Here you go! Anyway, you're not an outsider."

I took the key and headed straight for the elevator.

The corridor was quiet, the thick carpet was soft, and my feet made no sound when I stepped on it. I thought to myself that there probably weren't many guests staying on this floor during the Lunar New Year. In the dim light of the corridor, I saw "VIP 1816" marked on the key. The VIP suite was over ninety square meters, and a wooden display shelf divided the room into two sections. The inner section had a large double bed, and the outer section had a TV and sofa. When sleeping, one only needed to draw the thick velvet curtains along the display shelf, and the inner section would become a cozy and comfortable bedroom.

I looked around to make sure no one was there, then pressed my ear to the door, but I couldn't hear anything.

I didn't dare wait any longer; if I waited too long, the two girls at the front desk would become suspicious.

With a soft "swish," the door unlocked, and my heart raced. After a moment's pause, seeing no reaction, I gently pushed it open a crack. Luckily, it was locked from the inside, and the door was propped open with a piece of cardboard; you wouldn't even notice it was open unless you looked closely.

I quickly returned to the elevator and went to the front desk.

"Brother Zhang! Why didn't you stay in your room a little longer? Did Director Liu kick you out?"

the girl apologized, taking the room key.

"The young couple were in a hurry to get intimate! Hehe!"

another receptionist said.

"Hehe! I don't want to be a third wheel."

I tried to hide my bitterness as I sat down on a bar stool. I couldn't go back immediately; that would arouse their suspicion.

"Director Liu's wife looks just like Liu Yifei!"

"Yes! She's really beautiful!"

"Why didn't I see Liu Tianbao come to the front desk to get his room key before going straight up?"

I interjected.

"Director Liu got his room key before the holiday and stayed at the hotel throughout the Spring Festival. Didn't you know?"

"Oh,

no wonder the lights in my house haven't been on again. It turns out Juanzi and Erbao live in the same building as me.

The difference is that I'm all alone, while these two are a perfect match.

I chatted absentmindedly for a while, then casually went up to the eighteenth floor.

The corridor was deserted, and my heart pounded. I took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door.

"Ugh... um..."

came a series of low moans.

"Slap... slap..."

The rhythmic sounds of flesh colliding

filled the room .

A passionate lovemaking raged within. I was too late! I was filled with regret. Thirty or forty minutes had passed since I got the room key. Luckily, the passionate drama wasn't over yet.

The room was dark, with only a thin sliver of light filtering through the curtains. Using this dim light, I held my breath and tiptoed to the display shelf. Holding my breath, I peeked through the gap in the curtains, and a sensual scene unfolded before my eyes: soft, warm light was evenly distributed around the room, and a heavy, decadent atmosphere permeated the space within the curtains. On the large bed right in front of me lay two naked... Hanging between two bodies, one with her shy face buried in the pillow, her small hands gripping it tightly, her round, plump buttocks raised high; the other straddling her behind, his hands pressing firmly against her hips, a thick, dark penis linking their bodies together.

Who else could it be? One was Juanzi, my beloved wife, my angel; the other was my childhood friend, Erbao.

I felt a sudden wave of dizziness! Although I knew Juanzi and Erbao were lovers, and that she had even had an abortion for him, this was the first time I had witnessed their affair firsthand. Shock, horror, and shame all choked me.

"Baby, are we almost there?"

"..."

A muffled moan.

"Heh! If we're almost there, just say so. Can you stop being so shy? Stop covering your face, damn it! I can't do anything with you..."

"Mmm... ah... ahh..."

The sobbing, almost pleading, grew louder and louder.

I quickly peered into the seam of the curtains.

Juanzi lay on her back, one hand covering her face, the other gripping Erbao's arm, her two white legs spread wide apart.

Erbao was on top of her, his buttocks rising and falling, his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, his large testicles swaying and occasionally slapping against her perineum.

Soon, Juanzi's delicate face flushed even more, her breathing becoming more rapid, her arms draped over Erbao's shoulders, her white legs swinging in the air, her cute toes clenched tightly.

"Slap... slap... squelch... squelch..."

Erbao increased the speed and force of his thrusts.

"Ah... um... um ha..."

Her moans of pleasure grew louder and louder, echoing in the room.

As the two of them battled on the large bed, the thick mattress writhed violently before my eyes, making me feel it too. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my already pent-up erection, and began to move back and forth with the thrusting on the bed, my eyes glued to the erotic scene unfolding behind the curtains.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah..."

Juanzi suddenly tensed, her teeth clenched, her brows furrowed, her beautiful, delicate features contorted, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Juanzi had climaxed!

This was the first time I had ever seen Juanzi climax. Because, as her husband, I had never given her an orgasm, and the climax I was witnessing was given to her by another man.

At that moment, my mouth was dry, and I could no longer control myself. I felt a jolt in my spine, let out a rough groan, and a rapid, powerful stream of semen shot out from my lower body, spraying onto the curtains.

I ejaculated!

This was the most pleasurable masturbation I had ever experienced!

I closed my eyes, savoring the afterglow. Suddenly, my heart tightened. Had my rough groan startled the two people inside the curtains?

"Slap...slap...plop...plop..."

The sounds of flesh slapping grew louder.

"Ah...ah...I really can't take it anymore...please spare me..."

I glanced inside again.

The black penis thrust in and out of her vagina with even faster rhythm. Her pink vagina held the penis tightly like a baby's mouth.

The penis was covered in milky white fluid, which flowed down her fair thighs, soaking a large patch of the bed sheet beneath them.

At this moment, Erbao, panting heavily, hoisted Juanzi's legs onto his shoulders and launched another round of attacks. His penis moved rapidly across Juanzi's body like it was on springs. Each thrust was heavier and deeper than the last.

"Wait a minute, hand me the condom under the pillow..."

Juanzi didn't reach for the condom. Instead, she used her small hands to hug Erbao's buttocks, thrusting her lower body upwards and pressing Erbao's lower body tightly against her vulva.

Juanzi wouldn't let him wear a condom?

"Damn!"

Erbao cursed, then thrust dozens more times before roaring and plunging his penis deep into Juanzi's vagina, his lower body pressed tightly against her vulva, motionless.

Erbao ejaculated!

At the same time, Juanzi cried out in a hoarse, excited voice, "Ah... Mom... I'm flying... Flying, flying, flying..."

Her round, plump buttocks trembled violently, her vagina gripping the penis inserted into her vulva, her upper body arching in mid-air for a few seconds before collapsing weakly onto the bed.

Juanzi had another orgasm!

Her flushed face was flushed with desire, her arms flailing wildly in the air as if her body were floating, desperately wanting to grab onto something. Then, her body convulsed like she was having an epileptic seizure, her small hands tightly hooking around Erbao's neck, her body arching up and biting his shoulder, her slender feet wrapping around his back, her snow-white, plump buttocks thrusting upwards with all her might.

Erbao's buttocks were taut, and the muscles in his perineum rhythmically contracted and expanded, ejaculating into Juanzi's vagina. Streams of milky white liquid seeped from the gap between their joined genitals.

Damn it! That bastard! He actually ejaculated inside Juanzi!

I was furious. I immediately had the urge to rush over, grab him off Juanzi, and beat him up. Then, I thought, if Erbao is a bastard, I'm the real bastard! I brought this on myself. It was this bastard Erbao who gave Juanzi an orgasm that I couldn't give her. Wasn't this the original intention of the "plan for marital happiness"? I gradually loosened my clenched fists.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

The sound came from inside the curtains again.

"Hmm...uh...enough...I don't want anymore...ah..."

I peeked inside again.

One of Juanzi's legs was hoisted onto Erbao's shoulder, the other bent and turned to the side, her lower body wide open.

Erbao knelt beside her, two fingers of one hand rapidly moving in and out of her vagina.

Her two pink labia parted to the sides, her clitoris, already erect and engorged, was gushing fluid from her vagina.

Then, Erbao pressed two fingers sharply against a spot on her plump mons pubis, quickly withdrawing the other two.

"Aww...aww...oh God...I'm going to...I'm going to lose it all..."

Juanzi howled like a wolf. Suddenly, a gush of liquid shot out from her vagina.

Juanzi had orgasmed!

The liquid, like an arrow, drew a beautiful arc through the air, landing on the curtain in front of me, causing it to tremble slightly.

A drop of liquid pierced through the seam of the curtain and landed on my eyelid. I didn't bother to wipe it away, nor did I dare to blink.

Her perineum twitched, and another gush of liquid spurted from her vagina, scattering across the middle of the bed. This second gush was noticeably weaker and less plentiful than the first. Then, another gush… leaving patches of liquid on the sheets.

I gently wiped the drop of liquid from my eyelid with a finger, then brought it to my nose and smelled it. Suddenly, I felt my previously limp penis become erect again. I closed my eyes and moved a few times before ejaculating again.

The sound of the television came from inside the bed curtains.

"Baby, did you enjoy it?"

Erbao asked affectionately.

"…"

"Damn! I'm asking you!"

"Mmm!"

A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Ugh! Can you please stop biting me next time you're having fun? I've told you so many times, and you still bite me!"

"..."

"What did you say? How can I hear you when your head is buried in the blanket? Huh? What? I just couldn't control myself... Oh! You just couldn't control yourself and bit my shoulder?"

"..."

"What? You promise you won't bite me next time? Damn it! You've said you won't bite me anymore so many times, and you still bite me every time you're having fun. Look at my shoulder, you've bitten it so badly..."

"...The central leadership attaches great importance to this...and is continuously sending relief supplies to the disaster area..."

the TV broadcast.

"Don't change the channel, let's see when the roads will be cleared...I wonder when Da Niu will come back? I can't get through on the phone, he just sent me a text message yesterday. I'm so worried."

She whispered.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, and I almost shed tears. It seems that Juanzi still cares about me and loves me. I looked inside again.

The damp sheet was pulled aside.

Erbao leaned back against the headboard, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a remote control in one hand, and his other arm around Juanzi.

Juanzi lay on her side, half her body nestled in Erbao's embrace, the lingering flush still clinging to her cheeks.

I often watched Juanzi sleep; her long legs, slender waist, high hips, and round, high buttocks—her graceful curves captivated me. She had sparse pubic hair, making her private area appear clean; the flesh around her mons pubis was plump and thick, bulging, resembling a white steamed bun from the front and a ripe peach between her legs from behind.

She was currently holding a corner of a towel between her legs, probably worried about the residual fluid from her vulva wetting the sheet.

"Damn! This blizzard is huge, the worst in years! How can we possibly pass through all of a sudden?"

"..."

"It's best if we never pass through. That way you won't have to worry about anything. Hehe!"

Erbao chuckled wickedly.

"Go away! What nonsense are you spouting?"

"His impotence will only cause you pain..."

I was suddenly furious.

"Don't you dare say he's impotent! He's cured."

I knew Juanzi was defending me.

"Damn it! Even if he's cured, can he satisfy you?" " ...Yes!" Her voice lowered. "Then can he make you feel good every time, make you orgasm every time, like I do?"

" ..." I felt incredibly sorry for her. "Damn it! Just say it!" "...You're amazing! Okay?" My heart felt like it had been cut by a knife. "Don't talk about him, you fucking find any man to compare with me." "Yeah! Nobody's better than you, because...because you're not even human, you're a beast. Hehe!" "Damn it! You dare insult me, see how I deal with you?" Erbao threw away the remote, flipped over and pinned Juanzi down, took a bite of the cherry on her plump breast, and reached down to Juanzi's crotch with one hand. "Ouch! Stop it!" Juanzi pushed him away, struggling beneath him. "Damn! See if you dare curse me again?" Erbao showed no sign of stopping. Soon, Juanzi couldn't take it anymore. Her breathing became rapid. "Ah... ah... I won't do it again, please, let me go today... You've been... bullying me every day these past few days... so many times... my body just can't take it anymore..." She writhed. "Damn! Scared now? Haha! Then tell me you're willing to let me fuck you every day." He humiliated her. "...You're willing to let me every day." "Damn! You dare to play me?" "Ah... I'll say it, I'll say it, I'm willing to let Erbao..." "Say it!" "...Fuck me! I'm so ashamed to say such disgusting things." She buried her face in Erbao's shoulder shyly. "Then let's go to your house tomorrow night, let me fuck you on your bed, I'm willing to be on your bed..." "No!" Juanzi said resolutely. Then she pleaded, "Erbao, please! Don't go to my house, I've already wronged Daniu so much! I feel so guilty..." "No way! I want to fuck you on that bed in your house!" "Daniu texted me yesterday saying he'd be back in the next couple of days. If you promise me tomorrow at the hotel, I'll... give you that..." She finished speaking, then shyly pulled the blanket over her head. "Hmm! That's pretty much it! Damn! I can't wait until tomorrow, I want it now!" Erbao finished speaking, ripped off the blanket, grabbed Juanzi who was covering her blushing face with her small hands, and rushed to the bathroom. After the bathroom door closed, my mind went blank, my heart churning. Was this really the same dignified, elegant, and aloof Juanzi? Juanzi, who had never uttered a single swear word, was now saying "fuck"? I couldn't understand it at all. Sex could make a woman lose her way! If a man's penis enters a woman's body, giving her intense sexual satisfaction and completely controlling her physical needs, the woman will develop a high degree of dependence and submissiveness towards that man. Juanzi might be experiencing this. I quickly left the room. Although I really wanted to see what Juanzi was going to give Erbao, I didn't dare miss the opportunity when the room was empty. ****************************************************

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