The ultimate goal of past relationships: cuckolding wife, part seven.

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Finally, I had some free time. Sitting in my office, drinking tea, I decided to continue writing. I've been in Shenzhen for over ten years now, and the memories of my early days—the struggles, the poverty, the confusion—are still vivid. Suddenly,
time seemed to rewind to 2006. I remember it was shortly after the Spring Festival, the start of the new semester. It was graduation season, and there were no classes next semester. Everyone was waiting for their thesis defenses and graduation certificates. Couples were making the most of this last semester, spending their time together, whispering sweet nothings, and going on dates. Graduation meant everyone would be going their separate ways, like birds flying apart. But because of Q, I was alone, constantly reminded of my past, feeling incredibly sad. I spent my days drinking to drown my sorrows, drifting aimlessly in a daze… Finally, one day, I realized I couldn't continue like this. I had to do something. So I considered whether to pursue postgraduate studies or find a job. Considering my family's financial situation at the time (my parents were farmers and couldn't afford to support me), I decided to get a job. After making the decision, I sold my personal belongings, packed my bags, and bought a train ticket south to Shenzhen. The journey to Shenzhen took 27 hours in a hard seat. I won't go into the details of the hardship (I remember the hard seat carriage was packed, and the smell of instant noodles and sausages filled the air). By the time I arrived in Shenzhen, I had almost taken off my winter coat. Damn, having never traveled far from home before, I never imagined that I could wear short sleeves in the dead of winter in Shenzhen! I searched my entire bag but couldn't find a single short-sleeved shirt. Embarrassed, I could only wear my thermal underwear and squeeze onto the bus, feeling like a dog in the heat. Finally, following my friend's directions, I transferred buses twice and arrived at my first stop in Shenzhen (Nanshan Moon Bay). My friend, a childhood friend, worked at the dock. I ate fried rice noodles for the first time in my life (I'd never eaten rice noodles or rice noodle rolls before in northern China). I shared a bed with my friend, who lived in a large shared room with over ten other people. The room had several bunk beds separated by a curtain. These people came from all over the country, working in various professions—cleaners, gas deliverymen, factory workers—and speaking their own dialects… I figured I'd get used to it, and that I'd find a job and move to a new place in a few days. But reality hit me like a ton of bricks, a blow that really stung...
After resting at a friend's for a day, I started looking for work. Back then, cell phones weren't as advanced as they are now; you had to go to job fairs, buy tickets or monthly passes. I was initially confident I'd find work quickly, but after a few days, I'd sent out a lot of resumes and received almost no interview calls. Basically, if you didn't have experience, you were out of the running. A month passed quickly. I'd been to countless job fairs—Luohu Job Fair, Bao'an Job Fair, Western Job Fair, and so on—consuming countless tickets, but still no job. My money was dwindling. Back in college, a bus ride cost only 1 yuan and took you all over the city. Coming to Shenzhen, I learned there were segmented fares, and I often took the wrong route on various loop lines. Looking back, it seems amazing—I managed to travel across most of Shenzhen in just over a month! I needed a border pass to cross the border, and I had to be careful of pickpockets tearing my clothes. Shenzhen has so many people, and so many jobs I didn't know existed (sometimes, to save on bus fare, I'd walk several stops, and the bus stops were plastered with stickers advertising princes and princesses, daily pay, starting at 300 yuan a day. Back then, when I couldn't find work, all of these seemed perfect for me, especially the salary, haha…). I asked a friend, and he said it was for YA (a type of sexual activity). "Want to do it?" I was shocked. "No way," I said, "I don't have the kidneys for it," haha. Another profession I discovered while trying to save money by walking around Shenzhen was the abundance of hair salons (WZ had the most). Despite being called salons, they had no hairdressing tools, but plenty of pretty girls, all scantily clad, wearing exaggerated lipstick, and smoking cigarettes. If they saw you looking in, they'd run to the door and shout, "Handsome, want to come in and enjoy yourself?" They'd even deliberately flaunt their large breasts. At the time, I'd never experienced anything like it, and I was so scared I quickly walked away. I thought to myself, "Someday when I settle down in Shenzhen, I'll definitely come in and have some fun." But I never actually did, because there are even more upscale places called "leisure clubs," with all sorts of "snake services" (sexual services). You have to experience it to understand, hahaha…
Getting back to the point, two months passed like this, and I still hadn't found a job. My travel money was almost gone, and I was practically selling my blood. I felt like I had no choice but to go home; I was too ashamed to face anyone. But then, as the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining. At that time, everyone I lived with was into betting on horses (a type of gambling game). Every time the betting took place, some people would curse, some would tear up the betting notices, and some would be overjoyed. My friend also bet, but I was busy looking for a job and wasn't interested in it, so I didn't pay attention at the time. When I looked into it, I was surprised to find that the odds were 1:41! Damn, I decided to go all in! I set aside some money for a train ticket and took out all the money I could (over 120 yuan). I followed my friend and bought a few rounds of lottery tickets, only buying two numbers each time. I'd bet tens of yuan on numbers I was really confident about and a few yuan on numbers I wasn't. Surprisingly, my luck was off the charts! I won on my first try, though only a few yuan. But that was enough to break even and make a small profit. I stopped looking for a job and spent my days carrying around my newspaper, chatting happily with my roommates in our different dialects. I thought Shenzhen was such a tolerant city; back in my hometown, I'd be drowned in scorn for not doing anything productive, haha. Then, I actually won a big prize! I won more than all the money I brought with me when I came to Shenzhen. That night, I had beer and snacks with my friends—the most lavish meal I'd had since arriving in Shenzhen! Absolutely perfect! The following days were utterly disheartening. I spent my time in internet cafes researching job postings, completely abandoning any more job hunting expenses like entrance fees and bus fares. I knew I'd get absolutely nothing for the next few rounds. Then, an invitation from a junior high classmate (let's call her H, she works at TCL in Shenzhen, we sat next to each other in junior high, and she had a crush on me – just kidding, don't judge me) brought me back to reality. I realized I still needed to find a job; relying on buying jobs would only lead to my downfall. I went to H's address, and wow, TCL is amazing! H is even more amazing (she works as a clerk in a small TCL lab). H was noticeably prettier than my junior high classmate, dressed very fashionably, and even treated me to KFC (my first time ever eating KFC, so many firsts happened in Shenzhen!). When I asked about her salary, it was almost 3,000 RMB a month. I was instantly... Under pressure, I felt like a complete waste, earning nothing and just wandering around all day. So I decided to look for a job again. H really helped me a lot, telling me how to register on online job search websites, how to find a job, and so on. Finally, after my unremitting efforts, I found my first job, a JQE at a Taiwanese-owned factory. I immediately told H the good news and even treated her to KFC (don't blame me for prioritizing her over my friend; my friend from the same village also arranged it later, a leisure club, which was also a first for me, haha). H looked even more beautiful that day, wearing a short skirt and a tight short-sleeved T-shirt, her breasts looking round and full. I felt an instant surge of blood. Damn, how come I didn't notice how beautiful H was in junior high? If I had noticed then, why did I choose Q? We dated for so long and I ended up getting slept with. Sigh, what was I thinking? Hehe... After we finished eating and chatting, H suggested we go for a walk in the park, so we walked there together. While we were strolling around, H suddenly took my arm, which made me feel awkward. Plus, her breasts were rubbing against my arm, and I instantly got an erection. My steps became unnatural, and soon I was sweating on my back. H clearly noticed, reached out and touched my back, smiled without saying anything, and then let go. Looking back now, I really want to slap myself. I was so stupid for not getting the signal… Later, I started working, spending a month interning, spending a few days in each department. I interned in all the departments between IQC and OQC, which kept me busy. I met H again in between; H came to my workplace, and after dinner, H came to my rented apartment. I remember H brought me a gift wallet, which was quite nice to me. We had drunk a little alcohol at dinner, and H's face was flushed. He leaned against the door, looking at me. I rented a single room, which only had a bed and was so basic that there wasn't even a chair. H was too embarrassed to sit on the bed, so he just leaned against the door. Our eyes met, then we quickly looked away. For a moment, the air froze, and we didn't know what to say… After an awkward silence, H said she had to go back. I offered to take her to the bus stop and got up to walk towards the door. Suddenly, H pounced on me, hugged me, and kissed me. Damn, my mind went blank for a moment. H held my head and kissed me, and it took me a while to react. I responded by kissing H back, our lips meeting in a French kiss. It felt different from Q's. H was taller and fuller than Q. Her breasts felt soft and yielding against my chest; I'd never felt this way with Q, whose breasts were so small. We hugged and kissed passionately for a few minutes, and my hands started to wander, reaching for H's breasts. Even through her bra, they were quite large. Then H pushed me away and said she had to go back. I told H I didn't have to go back, since I could stay here, but H insisted on leaving. We hugged for a while longer, and I couldn't reach the place I wanted to touch. H insisted on leaving, so I didn't try to stop her. We went downstairs together to see her off to the bus. I felt quite disappointed when I got back to my rented room. Then I received a long text message from H: she was apologizing because she already had a boyfriend and they were talking about marriage. She said she wanted to tell me since our last meeting but hadn't. She also said she had always liked me in middle school, especially the way I looked when I was making blackboard newspapers and copying questions onto the blackboard at the teacher's desk (back then, due to limited resources...). Unlike many materials nowadays, where class representatives or those with good handwriting often copy the questions (those who have experienced it understand), she said she knew it wasn't good, hoped to keep the good memories in her heart, and wouldn't contact me again, etc., and I suddenly realized that maybe something was off. I didn't have any special feelings for H, but I hadn't had sex with Q for a long time, and hormones were probably at play. Thinking about it, I felt pretty beastly; I couldn't take advantage of a respectable woman, so I let it go. Later, during my internship in the production department, I met my current wife, a clerk in the production department (let's call her F). And so began my cuckolding journey... To be continued...

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