He slept with the woman upstairs.

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After pulling out 700,000 yuan and receiving a contract, it meant I now owned a 100-square-meter piece of land in this metropolis, even though it was a tiny apartment—on the third floor, practically off the ground, my body never touching the earth.

During those days, my girlfriend went to look at apartments almost every day, excited and satisfied, every pore of her body seemingly radiating the joy of success. But every evening, opening the empty drawers of her wardrobe, taking out a few bankbooks with savings almost reduced to mere cents, she felt heartache, depression, and sighs—all the negative emotions surfaced.

She grumbled, saying she was too late, why didn't she think to buy an apartment a few years ago? She complained that I, a grown man, had no economic sense and no brains, causing our family's hard-earned money of over a decade to be given away to a real estate company overnight. She was furious, saying that those who build houses are truly ruthless, charging thousands of yuan per square meter for such a tiny plot of land.

That's just how women are; I always say she has the typical white-collar temperament—emotionally volatile, never satisfied, and full of resentment.

But there's nothing we can do; life goes on, and the house still needs decorating. So, on a sunny summer Sunday, not too hot, we started browsing building material markets, decoration markets, and lighting markets. My girlfriend took out a small notebook and asked about product quality, prices, warranties, and so on. The notebook was filled with the prices, origins, and shipping costs of every piece of board, nail, and brick. My girlfriend said, "We've already spent the big money, now we should save on the small things."

During the house renovation, my girlfriend was busy running around, worrying about everything and getting exhausted. I felt sorry for her and wanted to help, but she firmly rejected my involvement and wouldn't listen to my opinions at all. However, I didn't care. Buying a house was for my girlfriend's happiness and enjoyment; let her decorate it however she wanted. It would save me the trouble.

During those days, my girlfriend only assigned me one task: to supervise the construction. She was worried the workers might cheat us and waste materials. But after a few days, my girlfriend almost forbade me from going back. She told me to stay away from the newly renovated house and come back after we moved out. I was completely baffled and had no idea what was going on. I asked her, but she wouldn't explain. When

I asked too many questions, she simply ignored me. Later, seeing how tired she was, I said I'd go and oversee things myself; it's such a big deal with the whole house renovation. My girlfriend rolled her eyes at me and said angrily, "How could I trust you to go? What's there to worry about? You think you're so capable? I'm very unhappy about your lack of trust." Seeing my displeasure, my girlfriend softened her tone and said, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I don't trust that little vixen upstairs. Haven't you seen her coming over several times a day?"

So that's what my girlfriend was worried about. I found it quite amusing. I told her, "I don't know her at all. Old Zhang downstairs said she lives alone and it's not easy for her. She comes to our house to check on the renovations, sometimes gives advice, brings water, and things like that. She's just being kind."

I appreciated her kindness, but I was afraid you'd be bewitched. Didn't you see the way that vixen looked at you, the tone of her voice, and the clothes she wore—tsk tsk, so revealing! The moment she arrived, you were mesmerized, and so were those migrant workers.

I really admire my girlfriend's observation skills. I only remember seeing that vixen there once or twice, but she immediately saw through the problem. Honestly, that vixen was very alluring; her voice was sweet, her eyes were watery, and her breasts were full—the kind of woman a man would fall for at first sight. Talking to her, I actually felt a little tempted.

A month later, the house was renovated. The newly renovated rooms had a strange smell, so every morning my girlfriend would go there and open all the windows, and then close them again when she got off work in the evening. She still wouldn't let me do this simple job. I understand; my girlfriend knows me very well because I'd been unfaithful before, and she was afraid I'd relapse.

One evening at dinner, she told me she was going out of town for training on a new business for two weeks. She also told me to remember to ventilate the new building. I nodded in agreement. Then, her tone suddenly turned stern, and she said harshly, "You can't stay there for long. Open the windows and leave immediately, understand? If I find out you're involved with that little vixen, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Thinking about that little vixen made me feel itchy and a strange urge surge within me. I wondered if I'd have a chance to get involved with her while she was gone for two weeks. However, I didn't show it on my face. I said seriously, "Don't worry, I'm a typical stay-at-home dad now. I have absolutely no interest in other women. My mind is all on you, don't you know that? Don't you remember how beautiful you were last night? If I had other intentions, would I have put in so much effort for you?"

Hearing this, my girlfriend blushed slightly and scolded me, "Don't be so frivolous. This is just to give you a heads-up. Just so you know it. By the way, my flight is at 11 pm, and my company is sending a car to pick me up." "Oh? Leaving tonight? Then we need to hurry." Saying this, I put down my chopsticks and dragged my girlfriend towards the bedroom. My girlfriend half-heartedly protested, "What are you doing? Is it

really necessary? I've never seen anyone like you." I worked quickly; by the time she spoke, I had already unbuttoned her thin business suit… My girlfriend left, and I felt a sudden sense of relief, but also a strong desire. What was it? I knew it was the vixen's hot body and alluring voice.

So, I arrived at the new house early the next day, probably around six o'clock. After opening all the windows, I went behind the door and deliberately opened the security door a crack wide enough to see into the room. Then I sat down in the only chair and started smoking. About ten minutes later, I heard footsteps outside. My nerves immediately tensed, and I stared outside. I quickly saw through the crack in the door that it was a man. I felt disappointed and continued smoking in silence.

A while later, I heard footsteps outside again. This time, I could tell from the sound that it was a woman coming downstairs, because the sound of her high heels was crisp and clear. Sure enough, the sound stopped outside my door, and then I saw a woman's alluring face through the crack in the door—it was the little vixen from upstairs.

She smiled at me and asked, "Big brother, what brings you here? So early?" My heart started pounding, and I quickly stood up and went to the door, saying, "Hello, come in. I'm just opening the window to let in some fresh air." After saying that, I opened the door.

The little vixen swayed her sexy waist and slipped into my house, then asked with a seductive smile, "Isn't it usually your girlfriend who opens it? Why is it you today?" "Oh, well, she had something come up today." I stared blankly at her tight-fitting t-shirt, imagining the two peaks inside.

"By the way, big brother, I still don't know your name after all this time?" She walked into the inner room, looking at my bedroom renovation. "My name is Guangwei," I hurriedly replied, following behind her. "Oh, then I'll call you Brother Wei," the little vixen said, chuckling. "You can just call me Xiao Liu," she said with a grin.

After chatting for a few moments, she said, "I have to go now, my friend invited me shopping." With that, she walked out of the bedroom. At that moment, I happened to be standing at the doorway, so I consciously shifted my body slightly to the side, leaving enough space for one person to pass.

She would have to turn sideways to get through that narrow gap. Just as I expected, as she left the bedroom, she faced me, puffed out her chest, and said, "Let's talk again later." I clearly felt her breasts "attack" me, because her two small, mountain-like peaks quickly brushed against me.

I immediately tensed up and felt a little excited, then hurriedly said to her, "Okay, see you later. I don't have much to do today, I can stay here a while this morning." I hinted to her. "Oh? Then clean the windows, do more work." After saying that, she gave me a seductive smile and went out.

I started anxiously waiting again, wondering if I could make a move today. Sigh, being a man is hard, doing even simple tasks is so complicated. An hour later, the little vixen passed by my door again with a handbag. Just like before, she looked at me and asked, "Hehe, you haven't left yet?"

I said, "No, nothing much at work." "You're back?" "Yes." She said as she walked back into the house. This time, I was a bit bolder. As she entered the room, I lightly touched her back. Then I closed the door and invited her to sit down.

I noticed she was still wearing the same dress, but her top had changed to a white silk short-sleeved blouse—very sheer and thin, so much so that I could clearly see her light pink bra underneath. Standing next to her, I asked, "Why aren't you working?" "

Working? What job? No job, just staying home." She tilted her head, her rosy cheeks glowing. "So you're a rich woman?" "Hehe, not working, yet so carefree, I'm envious." I said jokingly. "Rich or not, I'm alright, enough to eat." As I said this, she bent down to adjust her slippers.

Her posture gave me a clear view of her impressive bosom, and I swallowed hard, saying, "It's a blessing for a beautiful woman not to be burdened by work. Looks like you're a lucky woman." My words were starting to have a seductive undertone.

Her face suddenly darkened, then she asked in a slightly mournful tone, "Do you think I'm happy?"

"How happy! No work pressure, I can do whatever I want, so carefree. Women should take better care of themselves, don't toil away outside. Too much worry ages a woman quickly. By the way, you're at most twenty-three or twenty-four this year." I began to get to the seductive topic. "Who said that? I'm almost thirty. I'm old, no longer attractive." She shook her hand and sighed.

"Look at your skin, it's so fair, your face is so radiant, and you're full of youthful energy." I moved closer to her, continuing, "This dress suits your skin perfectly. It's pure silk, isn't it? It looks very high-end." "It's silk, it feels so smooth. Feel it." She raised her arm towards me.

I felt a change in my body, my eyes sparkling, and my hand briefly explored her short-sleeved shirt. Seeing her alluring expression, I impulsively grabbed her arm, murmuring, "You really don't look like someone approaching thirty."

"Haha? Really?" She didn't move, letting me hold her arm. I moved closer again, wanting to do something more.

But then she suddenly stood up and said, "I have to play mahjong this morning, so I don't have much to do this afternoon. I have to hurry, or I'll get scolded." She gave me a meaningful smile and left the room.

I started to ponder the meaning behind her words. It seemed she was hinting at something, that we could… in the afternoon.

Was that it? I didn't know. I let my imagination run wild, and my desire only intensified. The next half day felt like half a year. I sat in my office, unable to concentrate on my work, my mind filled with images of that little vixen. I knew my "womanizing" had returned.

After a quick, hasty lunch on the street, I rushed to our new house to wait for her. I wondered if she would come looking for me, as I suspected.

Right on time, at one o'clock, she returned. I stood at the door, stopped her, and led her inside. I could tell. She seemed particularly uncomfortable as soon as she entered the room, a shy allure tinged with temptation, a calm demeanor masking anticipation. Just like in the morning, I asked her to sit down.

She smiled shyly, then said softly, "You can only stand?" "I know you only have one chair here."

"Yes, yes," I replied casually. Actually, my heart was churning, desire pounding in my veins, and a powerful urge was slowly pushing me upwards.

I moved closer, about to speak or make a move, when she suddenly looked up at me, her eyes fixed on me, and asked in a flippant voice, "Your girlfriend is away on a business trip?"

"Yeah?" "How did you know?" I felt a little strange. "Hmph, I knew before you did. She went with the general manager, didn't she?" Her tone became serious. "How did you know she went with the general manager?" I was utterly bewildered. My desire had subsided, and I asked her twice, "How did you know?" "

Let me tell you

," she said, "your girlfriend didn't go for any training. She went on a trip abroad with my dead ex-boyfriend." Her face hardened. I was stunned, a chill ran down my spine, and my body nearly went limp.

She continued, "I recognized your girlfriend as soon as your house was renovated. She seduced my man a year ago." I realized she must know me too, since we'd met. Now I understood why my girlfriend wouldn't let me come to the new house, why she wanted me away from that vixen—she had something to hide. I also understood why she earned such a high salary.

I felt like a fool, betrayed and fooled. Later, she told me about some of her girlfriends' situations, such as going out for a few days during the Spring Festival, coming home late on their birthdays, etc., and all of these situations matched up. So I believed her completely.

In a panic, I asked her how she knew so much. She told me that her cousin worked as an administrative assistant at that company, so she knew a lot of things.

I stopped talking. At that moment, I suddenly felt a kind of relief, the relief of having a reason to cheat. Anyway, I knew what I had to do. You're unkind, so I'll be unkind too. You're making me a cuckold before we're even married? I won't make that kind of losing deal! So I angrily pulled her up and dragged her into the bathroom.

The little vixen sat on the sink looking at me with a very special smile. I saw her large breasts, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman. Perhaps needing to vent, perhaps needing revenge, I didn't say anything, but grabbed her large breasts and squeezed them hard. The little vixen giggled, asking me what it felt like. I said, "It feels good anyway."

She happily kissed me, then unbuttoned her shirt. As the buttons fell open, her full, plump breasts bounced out. Even with a bra, they still looked incredibly large and full, with a deep cleavage between them.

I massaged her breasts while kissing her face and ears, and she giggled, saying it tickled. I lifted her bra, and her large breasts bounced out, appearing even larger and whiter, her nipples already hardening.

I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it, while she giggled and panted, her hand stroking my penis.

The little vixen deftly unbuckled my belt and slipped her hand inside my pants, grabbing my large penis. She laughed, saying, "Look how hard you are!" I grunted in response and quickly stripped her naked.

I guided my hot, hard penis, aiming the glans at her wet vulva, and then thrust into her. I immediately felt a warm, slippery sensation travel from the glans to my perineum and tailbone, then up my spine and into my brain. Once inside, I realized her vagina was much tighter than I'd imagined, but incredibly wet and slippery, like walking on wet moss after a rain.

The little vixen cried out, "It feels so good!" Yes, right here... insert it here... yes... deeper. With each thrust, her juices began to flow, making a squelching sound. I felt my testicles slapping against her narrow vulva, a perfect fit, the sound of flesh against flesh, a slapping, smacking sound. This erotic sound directly stimulated my senses, making me feel as if I were floating on clouds, lost in some unknown pleasure.

During the up-and-down motion, she asked me, "How's it? Is it comfortable? How does it compare to your girlfriend?" I said, "You're so deep." Mentioning my girlfriend, I really wanted to pound her to pieces, so I thrust in hard and deep. She laughed and said, "You're almost piercing me through! You're almost inside my uterus!"

The little vixen moaned lasciviously, and my hands, as she requested, grasped her breasts, gently kneading them. Her breasts were full, and the wanton expression on her face and her seductive eyes gave me immense satisfaction! I could feel that she was truly enjoying being played with by me! Her entire body was aroused by the penetration of my penis! This gave me the thrill of conquering her!

She moaned softly, a seductive and alluring expression on her fair face. Her half-closed eyes were hazy, and her sexy mouth was slightly open, groaning, "So good... Brother Wei... you're fucking me... so good... so amazing... ah... ah... harder..."

The little vixen's loud moans stimulated me to thrust harder, watching my penis go in and out of her pink flesh, each thrust turning her labia inside out, bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid, accompanied by "splashing" sounds. I couldn't help but hug her slender waist tightly, pulling her hard towards me, the collision of our genitals making "slapping" sounds.

The little vixen closed her eyes and continued to slowly sway her slender waist, enjoying the pleasure my hands and penis brought her. Her waist gradually swayed faster and faster, and her upper body gradually leaned against my hands, showing that she was beginning to lose strength. I thrust my hips forcefully, my thick penis going in and out of her hole.

I spread her thighs even wider and continued my vigorous thrusting. The more I thrust, the more fluid she became, almost to the point of overflowing. I felt my genitals were completely soaked, just like hers. Her technique was superb; her vagina seemed to contract, sometimes relaxing, sometimes tightening suddenly. She lifted her buttocks and rubbed my glans against the depths of her vagina, her movements gentle yet skillful.

How could I resist her response! Amid her wanton moans and cries, my perineum twitched, my glans went numb, and my whole body trembled, contracting from my tailbone to my spine. My semen gushed out wildly, completely penetrating deep inside her. I felt a tingling, numb sensation in my back, a feeling of exhaustion mixed with a soft, incredibly comfortable sensation.

For the next few nights, I waited for her, and we made love in her house, passion and desire colliding intensely. I also understood why she had tried to seduce me from the moment she saw me; she said she wanted revenge on the woman who stole her man, and I was happy to have that. I was no longer afraid of being cheated on by my girlfriend, because I had already decided to break up with her.

Three months later, I broke up with my girlfriend, taking most of the assets, including the new house. Soon after, I married my first lover in this very house. Later, the other woman moved out of the apartment. Some said she had gotten back together with her ex-boyfriend, while others said she had found a richer "meal ticket."

After pulling out 700,000 yuan and receiving a contract, it meant I now owned a 100-square-meter piece of land in this metropolis, even though it was a tiny apartment—on the third floor, practically off the ground, my body never touching the earth.

During those days, my girlfriend went to look at apartments almost every day, excited and satisfied, every pore of her body seemingly radiating the joy of success. But every evening, opening the empty drawers of her wardrobe, taking out a few bankbooks with savings almost reduced to mere cents, she felt heartache, depression, and sighs—all the negative emotions surfaced.

She grumbled, saying she was too late, why didn't she think to buy an apartment a few years ago? She complained that I, a grown man, had no economic sense and no brains, causing our family's hard-earned money of over a decade to be given away to a real estate company overnight. She was furious, saying that those who build houses are truly ruthless, charging thousands of yuan per square meter for such a tiny plot of land.

That's just how women are; I always say she has the typical white-collar temperament—emotionally volatile, never satisfied, and full of resentment.

But there's nothing we can do; life goes on, and the house still needs decorating. So, on a sunny summer Sunday, not too hot, we started browsing building material markets, decoration markets, and lighting markets. My girlfriend took out a small notebook and asked about product quality, prices, warranties, and so on. The notebook was filled with the prices, origins, and shipping costs of every piece of board, nail, and brick. My girlfriend said, "We've already spent the big money, now we should save on the small things."

During the house renovation, my girlfriend was busy running around, worrying about everything and getting exhausted. I felt sorry for her and wanted to help, but she firmly rejected my involvement and wouldn't listen to my opinions at all. However, I didn't care. Buying a house was for my girlfriend's happiness and enjoyment; let her decorate it however she wanted. It would save me the trouble.

During those days, my girlfriend only assigned me one task: to supervise the construction. She was worried the workers might cheat us and waste materials. But after a few days, my girlfriend almost forbade me from going back. She told me to stay away from the newly renovated house and come back after we moved out. I was completely baffled and had no idea what was going on. I asked her, but she wouldn't explain. When

I asked too many questions, she simply ignored me. Later, seeing how tired she was, I said I'd go and oversee things myself; it's such a big deal with the whole house renovation. My girlfriend rolled her eyes at me and said angrily, "How could I trust you to go? What's there to worry about? You think you're so capable? I'm very unhappy about your lack of trust." Seeing my displeasure, my girlfriend softened her tone and said, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I don't trust that little vixen upstairs. Haven't you seen her coming over several times a day?"

So that's what my girlfriend was worried about. I found it quite amusing. I told her, "I don't know her at all. Old Zhang downstairs said she lives alone and it's not easy for her. She comes to our house to check on the renovations, sometimes gives advice, brings water, and things like that. She's just being kind."

I appreciated her kindness, but I was afraid you'd be bewitched. Didn't you see the way that vixen looked at you, the tone of her voice, and the clothes she wore—tsk tsk, so revealing! The moment she arrived, you were mesmerized, and so were those migrant workers.

I really admire my girlfriend's observation skills. I only remember seeing that vixen there once or twice, but she immediately saw through the problem. Honestly, that vixen was very alluring; her voice was sweet, her eyes were watery, and her breasts were full—the kind of woman a man would fall for at first sight. Talking to her, I actually felt a little tempted.

A month later, the house was renovated. The newly renovated rooms had a strange smell, so every morning my girlfriend would go there and open all the windows, and then close them again when she got off work in the evening. She still wouldn't let me do this simple job. I understand; my girlfriend knows me very well because I'd been unfaithful before, and she was afraid I'd relapse.

One evening at dinner, she told me she was going out of town for training on a new business for two weeks. She also told me to remember to ventilate the new building. I nodded in agreement. Then, her tone suddenly turned stern, and she said harshly, "You can't stay there for long. Open the windows and leave immediately, understand? If I find out you're involved with that little vixen, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Thinking about that little vixen made me feel itchy and a strange urge surge within me. I wondered if I'd have a chance to get involved with her while she was gone for two weeks. However, I didn't show it on my face. I said seriously, "Don't worry, I'm a typical stay-at-home dad now. I have absolutely no interest in other women. My mind is all on you, don't you know that? Don't you remember how beautiful you were last night? If I had other intentions, would I have put in so much effort for you?"

Hearing this, my girlfriend blushed slightly and scolded me, "Don't be so frivolous. This is just to give you a heads-up. Just so you know it. By the way, my flight is at 11 pm, and my company is sending a car to pick me up." "Oh? Leaving tonight? Then we need to hurry." Saying this, I put down my chopsticks and dragged my girlfriend towards the bedroom. My girlfriend half-heartedly protested, "What are you doing? Is it

really necessary? I've never seen anyone like you." I worked quickly; by the time she spoke, I had already unbuttoned her thin business suit… My girlfriend left, and I felt a sudden sense of relief, but also a strong desire. What was it? I knew it was the vixen's hot body and alluring voice.

So, I arrived at the new house early the next day, probably around six o'clock. After opening all the windows, I went behind the door and deliberately opened the security door a crack wide enough to see into the room. Then I sat down in the only chair and started smoking. About ten minutes later, I heard footsteps outside. My nerves immediately tensed, and I stared outside. I quickly saw through the crack in the door that it was a man. I felt disappointed and continued smoking in silence.

A while later, I heard footsteps outside again. This time, I could tell from the sound that it was a woman coming downstairs, because the sound of her high heels was crisp and clear. Sure enough, the sound stopped outside my door, and then I saw a woman's alluring face through the crack in the door—it was the little vixen from upstairs.

She smiled at me and asked, "Big brother, what brings you here? So early?" My heart started pounding, and I quickly stood up and went to the door, saying, "Hello, come in. I'm just opening the window to let in some fresh air." After saying that, I opened the door.

The little vixen swayed her sexy waist and slipped into my house, then asked with a seductive smile, "Isn't it usually your girlfriend who opens it? Why is it you today?" "Oh, well, she had something come up today." I stared blankly at her tight-fitting t-shirt, imagining the two peaks inside.

"By the way, big brother, I still don't know your name after all this time?" She walked into the inner room, looking at my bedroom renovation. "My name is Guangwei," I hurriedly replied, following behind her. "Oh, then I'll call you Brother Wei," the little vixen said, chuckling. "You can just call me Xiao Liu," she said with a grin.

After chatting for a few more minutes, she said, "I have to go now, my friend invited me shopping." With that, she walked out of the bedroom. At that moment, I happened to be standing at the doorway, so I consciously shifted my body slightly to the side, leaving enough space for one person to pass.

To squeeze through that narrow gap, she had to turn sideways. Just as I expected, as she left the bedroom, she faced me, puffed out her chest, and said, "Let's talk later." I clearly felt a "attack" from her chest, as her two small, mountain-like breasts quickly brushed against me.

I immediately tensed up and felt a little excited, then hurriedly said to her, "Okay, see you later. I don't have much to do today, I can stay here a while this morning." I hinted to her. "Oh? Then let's clean the windows, do more work." After saying that, she gave me a seductive smile and went out.

I started anxiously waiting again, wondering if I could get started today. Sigh, being a man is really hard, even doing simple tasks is so complicated. An hour later, the little vixen passed by my door again, carrying a handbag. Just like before, she looked at me and asked, "Hehe, you haven't left yet?"

I said, "No, nothing much at work." "You're back?" "Yes." She said as she walked back into the house. This time, I was a little bolder. As she came in, I lightly touched her back. Then I closed the door and asked her to sit down.

I noticed she was still wearing the same dress, but her top had changed to a white silk short-sleeved blouse. It was very sheer and thin; I could even clearly see her light pink bra underneath. I stood next to her and asked, "Why aren't you going to work?" "

What work?" "No work, just staying home." She tilted her head and looked at me, her rosy face glowing. "So you're a rich woman? Haha, not working, and so carefree, I'm envious." I said jokingly. "Rich or not, I'm alright, enough to eat." As I said this, she bent down to adjust her slippers.

Her posture made it easy for me to see her impressive breasts, and I swallowed hard, saying, "It's a blessing for a beautiful woman not to be burdened by work. It seems you're a lucky woman." My words started to have a seductive tone.

Her face suddenly darkened, and then she asked me in a somewhat mournful tone, "Do you think I'm happy?"

"How happy! No work pressure, I can do whatever I want, so free. Women should take better care of themselves, don't toil and suffer outside. Too much worry makes women age faster. By the way, you're at most twenty-three or twenty-four this year." I started getting into the seductive conversation. "Who said that? I'm almost thirty. I'm old, nothing to look at anymore," she said, shaking her hand and sighing. "

Look at you, your skin is still so fair, your face so radiant, you're full of youthful energy." As I spoke, I moved closer to her and continued, "This dress suits your skin perfectly, it's pure silk, isn't it? It looks very high-end." "It's silk, it feels so smooth, feel it." She raised her arm towards me.

I felt a change in my body, my eyes sparkling, and my hand briefly explored her short-sleeved shirt. Looking at her alluring expression, I impulsively grabbed her arm and said softly, "You really don't look like someone almost thirty."

"Haha? Really?" She didn't move, letting me hold her arm. I moved closer, wanting to make another move.

But suddenly she stood up and said, "I have to play mahjong this morning, so I don't have much to do this afternoon. I have to hurry, or I'll get scolded." After saying that, she gave me a meaningful smile and left the room.

I started to ponder the meaning behind her words. It seemed like she was hinting at something, that we could... in the afternoon.

Was that it? I didn't know. I was daydreaming, and I longed for it even more. The next half day felt like half a year. I sat in the office, unable to concentrate on my work, my mind filled with images of that little vixen. I knew my "womanizing" had flared up again.

After grabbing a quick bite on the street at noon, I rushed to our new house to wait for her. I wondered if she would come to see me, as I suspected.

Right on time, at one o'clock, she returned. I stood at the door and stopped her, leading her inside. I could tell she was particularly uncomfortable as soon as she entered, a shy allure tinged with temptation, a calm demeanor masking anticipation. As in the morning, I asked her to sit down.

She smiled shyly, then said softly, "You can only stand?" "I know you only have one chair here."

"Yes, yes," I replied casually. Actually, my heart was churning, desire surging through my cells, and a powerful urge was slowly pushing my body upwards.

I moved closer, about to speak or make a move, when she suddenly looked up, her eyes fixed on me, and asked in a flippant voice, "Your girlfriend is away on a business trip?"

"Yes?" "How did you know?" I felt a little strange. "Hmph, I knew before you did. She went with the general manager, didn't she?" Her tone turned stern. "How did you know she went with the general manager?" I asked, confused. My desire had subsided, and I asked her twice, feigning curiosity, "How did you know?" "

Let me tell you, your girlfriend didn't go for any training. She went on a trip abroad with my dead ex-boyfriend."

Her face hardened. I was stunned, a chill ran down my spine, and my body almost went limp.

She continued, "I recognized your girlfriend as soon as your house was renovated. She seduced my man a year ago." I thought, she must know me too, because we've met. Now I understood why my girlfriend wouldn't let me come to the new house and kept me away from that vixen—she had something to hide. At the same time, I also learned why my girlfriend could earn such a high salary.

I felt like a fool, betrayed and fooled. Later, she told me more about my girlfriend's situation, such as going out for several days during the Spring Festival, coming home late on her birthday, etc., and all of these things matched up. So I believed her completely.

In a panic, I asked her how she knew so much. She told me that her cousin worked as an administrative assistant at that company, so she knew a lot of things.

I stopped talking. At this moment, I suddenly felt a kind of relief, the relief of having a reason to cheat. Anyway, I knew what I had to do. You're heartless, so I'll be heartless too. You're making me a cuckold before we're even married? I won't make that losing proposition! So I angrily grabbed her and dragged her into the bathroom.

The little vixen sat on the sink, looking at me with a peculiar smile. I noticed her large, full breasts, radiating the unique charm of a mature woman. Perhaps needing release, perhaps needing revenge, I didn't say anything, but grabbed her large breasts and squeezed them hard. The little vixen giggled, asking me what it felt like. I said, "It feels good anyway."

She happily kissed me, then unbuttoned her shirt. As the buttons fell open, her full, plump breasts bounced out. Even with a bra, they still appeared very large and full, with a deep cleavage between them.

I massaged her breasts while kissing her face and ears, and she giggled, saying, "It tickles!" I lifted her bra, and her large breasts sprang out, appearing even bigger and whiter, her nipples already hard.

I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it, while she giggled and panted, her hand also touching my penis.

The little vixen skillfully unbuckled my belt and slipped her hand inside my pants, grabbing my large penis. She laughed and said, "Look how hard you are." I grunted in response and quickly stripped her naked.

I guided my hot, hard penis, aimed the glans at her wet vulva, and then thrust into her. I immediately felt a warm, moist sensation travel from the glans to my perineum and tailbone, then straight up my spine to my brain. As soon as I inserted myself, I realized her vagina was much tighter than I had imagined, but it was very wet and slippery, like walking on damp moss after the rain.

The little vixen cried out, "It feels so good!" Yes, right there... insert it here... yes... deeper. With my thrusting, her juices began to flow, making gurgling sounds. I felt my testicles slapping against her narrow vulva, a perfect fit, with the slapping sound of flesh against flesh, a slapping sound that directly stimulated my senses, making me feel as if I were floating in some unknown pleasure, as if I were floating on clouds.

As we rocked up and down, she asked me, "How is it? Is it comfortable? How is it compared to your girlfriend?" I said, "You're so deep." When I think about my girlfriend, I really feel like I want to fuck her to pieces, so I thrust in hard and deep. She laughed and said, "You're almost piercing me through, you're almost inside my uterus!"

The little vixen moaned lasciviously, and my hands, as she requested, grasped her breasts, gently kneading them. Her breasts were full, and the wanton expression on her face and her seductive eyes gave me immense satisfaction! I could feel that she was truly enjoying being played with by me! Her entire body was aroused by the penetration of my penis! This gave me the thrill of conquering her!

She moaned softly, a seductive and alluring expression on her fair face. Her half-closed eyes were hazy, and her sexy mouth was slightly open, groaning, "So good... Brother Wei... you're fucking me... so good... so amazing... ah... ah... harder..."

The little vixen's loud moans stimulated me to thrust harder, watching my penis go in and out of her pink flesh, each thrust turning her labia inside out, bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid, accompanied by "splashing" sounds. I couldn't help but hug her slender waist tightly, pulling her hard towards me, the collision of our genitals making "slapping" sounds.

The little vixen closed her eyes, continuing to slowly sway her slender waist, enjoying the pleasure my hands and penis were giving her. Her waist gradually swayed faster and faster, and her upper body leaned against my hands, showing that she was beginning to lose strength. I thrust my hips forcefully, my thick penis moving in and out of her.

I spread her thighs wider and continued to work hard. The more I worked, the more she became wet, almost like she was flowing. I felt that my genitals and hers were completely soaked by her fluids. Her skills were superb; her vagina seemed to twitch, sometimes loosening and sometimes tightening suddenly. She lifted her buttocks and rubbed my glans against the depths of her vagina, her movements gentle yet skillful.

How could I possibly resist her response! Amidst her wanton moans and cries, my perineum twitched, my glans went numb, and my whole body trembled, contracting from my tailbone to my spine. My semen gushed out wildly, completely penetrating her depths. I felt a tingling, numb sensation in my back, a feeling of exhaustion mixed with an indescribable softness and comfort.

For the next few nights, I waited for her, and we made love in her house, passion and desire colliding intensely within us. And I also understood why, from the moment she saw me trying to seduce her, she said she wanted revenge on the woman who stole her man, and I was happy to have that. I was no longer afraid of being cheated on by my girlfriend, because I had already decided to break up with her.

Three months later, I broke up with my girlfriend, and I took most of the assets, including this new house. Soon after, I married my first lover in this new house. Later, the vixen moved out of the apartment. Some people said she got back together with her ex-boyfriend, while others said she found a richer "meal ticket."

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