Meiliang Family in the Neighborhood Committee

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On my third day after moving in, I suddenly received a phone call telling me to go to the neighborhood committee to register as a new resident. The caller was a girl with a very sweet voice. Although she spoke Mandarin, I could tell she had a Hunan accent. Because I had slept with many Hunan girls back in Zhuhai, I knew them all too well.

Memories flooded back, like dregs of a past relationship. I even forgot about the call. She had to call me "hello" countless times before I snapped back to reality.

Later, when we were having sex, she asked about it, asking what I was thinking about, how I could be so distracted on the phone. Of course, I couldn't tell her I was thinking about

my past affairs in Zhuhai. I could only say, "Your voice is so beautiful, it makes me want to have sex with you." Then I felt a sharp pain. She had grabbed my arm: "You're so bad! It's just a routine registration for every new resident in the community, and you're being so wicked. You're obviously a womanizer, a habitual womanizer. Confess how many you've cheated on."

She immediately saw through my true nature, leaving me speechless, and she kept grabbing my arm. I could only argue: "Who told you to have such a heavenly voice and be as beautiful as an angel? Beauty brings suffering, don't you know? I'm just a mortal, and it's normal to be captivated by your beauty. As for accusations of deceiving girls, heaven can bear witness, there's no woman as beautiful as you, with an even more beautiful vagina.

You, you, you really can't stop talking about your stuff. You can't even compliment someone properly, how can you compliment someone's beauty?" She said coquettishly, blushing.

Using shy words to appease girls is the most effective, and I saw an opening. I pressed my advantage, saying: "You're really beautiful, with little hair, small labia, a pink and tender vagina, and lots of moisture, like a virgin, a masterpiece, a divine weapon.

You're so annoying, I'm so embarrassed, still saying that." She released her grip on my hand, pretended to turn around, and I grabbed her breasts from behind. I started fucking her wildly from behind.

I received her notification, hung up the phone, and quickly arrived at the neighborhood committee office she mentioned. All the neighborhoods in this area are under the jurisdiction of this neighborhood committee. It's like the brigade headquarters back home. I never expected their office to be located in the ground floor shops of our neighborhood, just one building away from mine.

I knocked on the door, and a man's voice said, "Come in." I opened the door and saw that it was quite large, divided into several departments. Directly opposite the door was a service desk. A man was on duty, like a security guard. I told him I was from the neighborhood committee and had arranged for me to register as a migrant worker. He told me to turn right and go to the office area to find Ms. Wang.

I met her quickly. This was the first time I had seen her, and I was immediately stunned. I consider myself well-traveled and experienced. I wouldn't say I'm extremely knowledgeable, but few of my peers can match my experience and knowledge. Yet, her beauty still amazed me. Red

lips, white teeth, skin as white as snow. Bright eyes, sparkling with life. Almost no adjectives could adequately describe her features. She even had two dimples at the corners of her mouth when she spoke, more beautiful than Xu Qing's. To describe her as breathtakingly beautiful would not be an exaggeration. And it was all original makeup, very light. To put it bluntly, those so-called breathtakingly beautiful actresses are like Pigsy from Journey to the West compared to her.

If there's anything lacking in her beauty, it's her petite figure. Even sitting there, you can still tell she's not tall, and her bust isn't large. But dressed in a black business suit, she looked quite elegant and poised.

Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she broke the awkward silence, saying, "You're the guy I called earlier, right?"

Ah, I was instantly jolted out of my daze by her words. I immediately felt embarrassed. I was about to say, "I'm so sorry, you're so beautiful, you amazed me."

But she's a clerk at the neighborhood committee; even a small office is still a government agency, so I couldn't be so flirtatious. I could only say, "People say neighborhood committees are full of middle-aged women and men. Seeing someone so young today is a bit of a surprise."

She burst into laughter, and her laughter was even more captivating. She looked even more beautiful when she laughed. I had finally managed to switch out of my infatuated mode and try to act proper, but now I was about to collapse again.

I didn't know my answer would make her so happy. Maybe every guy who meets her for the first time is a complete idiot. She just didn't expect me to utter such high-sounding words so quickly.

But I was there on official business, and there's always next time. So I started filling out the registration form. When she saw that I listed my education as a Bachelor's degree in Computer Science, she was overjoyed. Because in Beijing, Master's and PhD degrees are everywhere. I don't think my education is anything special.

Finally, I met a tenant who knows computers. Our neighborhood committee has many computers, and many of those older women you mentioned don't know how to use them but absolutely need to. So their computers always break down. They call people to fix them, but the repairmen are always incredibly slow, sometimes taking days to arrive. They're hoping there's someone in the neighborhood who knows computers and has time to help fix them—not for free, of course, but for standard repair fees. She explained in detail.

From the moment I walked in and saw this stunning woman, I was thinking about how to get closer to her, preferably by adding her on WeChat. Asking directly definitely wouldn't work. Unexpectedly, she came to me herself.

Many guys always message me privately, asking how to pick up women and date "good girls." It's not that I'm selfish and unwilling to teach. It's just that many things can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words. You can only carefully read my articles and understand them for yourself. Moreover, there are many prerequisites you need to have. Look at my situation, and you'll understand why I can sleep with so many people.

My eloquence is undeniable to everyone who knows me. My looks are also top-notch. I have a bachelor's degree in Computer Science and also studied Chinese Language and Literature. I know everything about astronomy, geography, literature, and history. These are all prerequisites. So the women I've dated come from almost every industry. From female PhDs and college students to illiterate saleswomen, factory girls, and insurance saleswomen, I've had them all.

You think those women in my articles know I have a wife, yet they're still willing to be fucked to death by me without complaint, and I never spend money on them? Why? They're all captivated by these prerequisites. Otherwise, even if you had the chance, you wouldn't have seized it.

Many guys don't know anything and are just average-looking. Fantasizing about beautiful women throwing themselves at you all day long, is that even possible? Just read some erotic novels and masturbate, that's enough. When you get older, go home, find an ordinary woman, and never ask about her past. Be a good "backup plan" guy; at least you'll have a condom, be content!

The three essentials for picking up girls: 1. Excellent communication skills. 2. Superior looks. 3. Extensive knowledge. If you have even one of these, you can message me, and I'll tell you how. Of course, I'm talking about picking up clean, respectable, or adult girls. Those cheap sluts you can pay to sleep with, prostitutes, women who sleep with anyone—too dirty and filthy, not within the scope of our discussion.

I smiled faintly and said, "I'm good at repairing computers, so I'll waive the payment. Just contact me if you need anything else broken. I'll definitely come over whenever I have time."

"How can I accept that?" she said politely. "

I can see you, such a beautiful woman, while I'm repairing the computer; that's the best reward." I flattered her.

Hehe, she smiled, her face even turning a little red.

I thought the time was about right. I hesitated, then said, "Is my information registration complete? I'm going back now." I started to walk out. "

You…wait a minute," she called after me, just as I expected. "

Let me add you on WeChat. This computer I'm sitting on keeps crashing. I'd like to ask you for help more easily." A very good excuse, really, she just wanted to offer me a perk of helping her for free in the future. "

I'm truly flattered to be friends with such a beautiful woman," I flattered her without missing a beat. "

Hehe, I'll scan your QR code. No one can add me on WeChat," she said, holding out her phone. "

Is it because too many people want to add you as a friend that you're annoyed and have simply turned off all the ways to add friends?" I shook my head.

She didn't say anything, just smiled slightly, which was taken as agreement.

After she added me as a friend, I went home. When I had nothing to do, I would check her Moments, but I couldn't see anything. Maybe she had blocked me or she never posted on Moments. I was a little disappointed. I just wanted to chat with her for a bit.

You're so beautiful. Seeing you completely changed my concept of beauty. I wasn't sure how to start a conversation with her. I was also afraid that if I waited too long, she wouldn't remember me, making the conversation even more difficult. So I simply started by complimenting her looks.

Really? Am I really that beautiful? I don't think so. I'm not tall and rather thin. My husband always says I'm too skinny. I didn't expect her to reply so quickly.

In Beijing slang, "skinny" means flat-chested and not plump. She was indeed married, and her husband was a big-breasted womanizer. That's how men are. I wonder how many men drool over his wife, even sacrificing ten years of their lives just to spend a night with her. But he's out partying every night and still not satisfied.

Who said that? You have a great figure. You're petite and shapely. You must be around 1.62 meters tall, which isn't short for a girl from Hunan. As for your looks, I've never seen Xi Shi, but I think you're good enough to be ranked among the Five Beauties alongside the Four Beauties of ancient China.

"Haha, you've made me so proud!" she said happily. Then, puzzled, she asked, "How did you know I'm from Hunan?" "

I recognized your accent when you called me this morning," I replied without hesitation. "I know a lot of people from Hunan. I'm used to their accent." "

You're quite handsome too," she added. I hadn't expected her to say that. I didn't know if it was just a polite reciprocation of my compliment or if she genuinely thought I was handsome.

We chatted a bit more afterward, and I learned about her situation. She came to Beijing to work a few years ago and married a Beijing man. Her husband was a property manager in another residential complex. He had someone arrange for her to get a job at the neighborhood committee. I didn't know why she didn't work with her husband, and it wasn't appropriate to ask so abruptly.

Actually, I didn't initially intend to sleep with her. I've always felt that overly beautiful women are more of a curse than a blessing. While the neighborhood committee isn't some powerful institution, it's still a government department, not something we ordinary people from out of town can afford to mess with. Besides, her husband was a property manager in another complex. Everyone knows that people in property management aren't exactly saints.

But she was really too beautiful. Even just being acquainted as friends and chatting occasionally felt like a breath of fresh air to my penis.

Our relationship upgraded from acquaintances to friends three days later during a computer repair incident.

That noon, I was eating my lunch at the company when I suddenly received a WeChat message from her: "Are you there? Can you help me?"

It was the first time she had ever messaged me first. I was overjoyed.

I immediately replied: "Yes, what's up, beautiful.

My computer keeps blue-screening as soon as I turn it on, and restarting doesn't help. What should I do? I just imported the photos I took yesterday morning, intending to find someone to edit them. But when I came back from lunch, my computer was like this." She anxiously explained the situation. "

Take a picture of the blue screen and send it to me." Repairing computers also requires careful observation and diagnosis. Blue screens are the most troublesome, but also the easiest to fix. Because the blue screen will have a lot of English text, clearly explaining the possible causes. It's just that most people don't understand it.

She quickly sent me the screen. I immediately understood the cause. Then I went over with a screwdriver and a handheld hairdryer.

When I arrived, I first restarted the computer and pressed F8 to enter safe mode. I uninstalled the last installed software. Then I shut down the computer, moved the case to the door, and used a hairdryer to blow out all the dust inside—it was incredibly thick! No wonder it kept crashing; the blue screen was due to software conflicts. She must have downloaded some photo editing software with malicious plugins or viruses.

Then I re-inserted all the memory cards. After moving it back and turning it on, everything was normal. I then ran a full antivirus scan for her.

She was surprised by how quickly and efficiently I did it and said, "You're amazing, thank you!" I replied, "You're welcome,

it was nothing." This should keep it from crashing or blue-screening for a few months. Just download software from reputable sources. Because I used to work as a network technician in internet cafes, where computers were ten times more complex than this one, I handled them with ease. So, as soon as I saw the blue screen error message, I knew the problem and solved it easily.

While I was fixing the computer, she stood behind me the whole time. When I finished and stood up, she smiled at me. "

I'm so sorry, you did all this for me." She pointed to the shirt in front of me. Because we have to wear formal attire for work, it was a white shirt. The whole shirt was covered in dirty black dust. It must have gotten from handling the computer case. "

It's okay, I'll just wash it off when I get home," I said nonchalantly. "

And here," she said, pulling out a tissue and pointing to my face. I realized then that I must have gotten some dust on my face when I was blowing it away.

I took the tissue, about to wipe myself, but then a thought struck me. I wanted to tease her. I'd come all this way to fix her computer in the sweltering heat, and my clothes were this dirty; I wondered how my wife would scold me tonight. I had to collect some interest. So

I pretended not to know where the dust was, wiping here and there. My face became increasingly smudged. She looked both anxious and amused, bringing her hand close to the spot she was pointing at. I stepped forward, and her finger touched my face. She recoiled as if in despair. Even though it was just a fleeting glance, she was undeniably the fifth most beautiful woman. Even her fingers smelled sweet. I almost didn't want to wipe them.

She didn't know I was doing it on purpose and awkwardly turned her head away. Her face flushed red.

Her beauty surpasses all ages, even lotuses blush with shame! This isn't Xi Shi, it's her! This is the true first natural beauty in four thousand years. A hundred times more beautiful than that plastic surgery bullshit the Japanese devils rave about.

I was somewhat mesmerized. But I quickly regained my senses. Beauty is a curse. Such a beautiful woman is not someone I can handle. I wiped the dirt off my face, leaving only the spot where her fingers had touched. I wanted to savor the lingering fragrance for a while, letting it dissipate naturally before wiping it away.

I'm very fair-skinned, more so than most women, so a dark stain on my face was particularly noticeable. She turned around and saw it immediately.

There was still a spot I hadn't wiped, and this time she hesitated to reach out. She pointed with her eyes. "

Let me smell it a little longer…" I blurted out.

Ah… you… She didn't know what to say.

I had accidentally blurted out my lewd thoughts. Before I could recover, I awkwardly said, "No. I meant your nail scratched me, it hurt a little, I'll wipe it after I've rested a bit."

"Hmph," she pouted and turned away. I felt my explanation sounded so fake. "

I'll head back now, your computer's fine now. I can help you with photo editing if you need it. My best subject in computer science is graphic design. Photoshop editing is standard practice for me."

Then she left. With this kind of pretty girl, it's fine to just talk about her. I didn't think too much about it at first.

As soon as I got home, she messaged me. "

Thanks! You helped me a lot today. The photos are still here.

We're friends, don't be so polite." Then she threw out the bait: "As long as you don't download any more random software, your computer won't break down again. I've fixed the root of the problem."

Sure enough, she took the bait, saying: "I heard from a colleague that photo editing is easy, just download some software, one-click. But the software I downloaded was all junk, none of it worked, and it even broke my computer. Could you please edit a few for me later?"

My primary goal with this bait was to make her give up and let me edit the photos. That way, I could get her photos and put them on my computer. It's okay to appreciate it occasionally.

But there's a deeper purpose behind it. So when I saw her reply, I just smiled and didn't reply.

Sure enough, she continued texting: "The guy who used to fix our computers would always reinstall the system and then reinstall all the software, taking several hours each time. Then it would break again in a couple of days. Since he charged per session, 100 yuan each time, we all suspected he was deliberately just treating the symptoms, not the root cause, to make more money."

I continued, "You guessed right, that's an unspoken rule in the computer repair industry. If he fixed both the symptoms and the root cause, how would he eat?" It's normal.

She continued, "Then why don't you do what he does? That way you can do it more often, you can..." I realized she'd finally asked the question, which was the main purpose of my trap—to get her to ask this.

Fellow wolves, pay close attention to my articles; I write them in great detail to show you how I lured this innocent woman into this world step by step. It's about leaving no trace, creating a situation where you can't help yourself. This gradually strips away her guilt and psychological defenses. The

fact that she asked me this means she knows very well that I, like other men, am lusting after her looks. The so-called computer repair and chatting were just ways to deliberately approach her and then covet her. Your response at this point is crucial.

A bad answer will immediately land you on a blacklist. A good answer will lower her guard, making further progress possible. Even if you don't become her lover, at least you can occupy a position to admire her up close.

You're right, and you're wrong. The right thing to do is: I am indeed just an ordinary person. When I see a beautiful woman, I reflexively want to get closer to her, chat with her more, and glance at her more. The wrong thing is: these behaviors are simply based on a normal person's appreciation of beauty. It's a pure and innocent love of beauty, not covetousness. It's like when we go to a park to admire flowers, we inevitably linger a little longer in front of a peony. Is that wrong? Of course, the peony's superior beauty isn't its fault either. Let's all try our best.

Hahaha, when she saw my message, she laughed so hard she was shaking, sending several laughing emojis.

Those of you who have read my other articles should remember my famous saying: "When you make a woman laugh, you're not far from her vagina."

Eileen Chang said: "The vagina is the shortest road to a woman's heart." And I would say: "A smile is the shortest road to a woman's vagina.

" Of course, just replying to this message wasn't enough. After she finished laughing, I continued: "We're friends, I can openly visit you." "No need for those cheap fixes like computer repairs. I just wanted to help you solve the problem completely, I didn't think too much about it. Besides, I only have three white shirts, I can't wash them all… Haha, stop talking, I'm almost laughing myself to death." She sent another string of laughing emojis.

Too much of a good thing can be bad; making a woman laugh too much can make her think your humor is excessive, and she'll take your happiness for granted, which would backfire. So I changed the subject and asked her what kind of photo editing she wanted. After we finished communicating, she sent me a dozen or so beautiful photos she wanted edited.

She's very photogenic, and the photos have a unique charm. Actually, she doesn't need editing; she already outshines most female celebrities. It's just that women's pursuit of beauty is like men's pursuit of money and beautiful women—it's endless and never enough.

I spent several hours completing all the effects she wanted. After sending them to her, she was very happy, saying I edited her really well, and even said she wanted to treat me to dinner.

If it were anyone else at this point, I would have seized the opportunity to invite her over for a meal, and after that, I could basically win her over. But considering her husband is a local, not someone to mess with, and I wasn't sure if she was conservative or open-minded, I swallowed back the words I was about to say. I

could only painfully say, "It's because you're naturally beautiful, stunningly gorgeous. It's not that I'm good at photo editing." I've helped many classmates and friends edit photos, but editing yours was the simplest, requiring almost no major changes… I didn't bring up the meal, just praised her.

Haha, she was even happier hearing that, repeatedly saying thank you. That's how women are; nothing makes them happier than praising their beauty. She is indeed beautiful, but not so flawless that photo editing is useless. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spent several hours on her.

Helping her without expecting anything in return, this photo editing incident brought us closer. Because I discovered I could see her WeChat Moments. My efforts finally earned the beauty's initial trust, and she opened her Moments. And when she had free time, she started chatting with me about everyday things, venting her frustrations. Don't underestimate these details; it shows she's starting to consider me a true friend.

Because her husband is a local, I was afraid of getting into trouble. But I couldn't ignore such a beauty. So, according to my initial plan, I'd become friends with her, chat when bored, admire her up close, and occasionally tell some dirty jokes—that would be enough.

But that's how things are; what's meant to happen, you can't avoid, and what's not meant to happen, you can't stop even if you're obsessed. If her husband hadn't brought this upon himself, I'm afraid I'd never have the chance to get close to her.

One night, I woke up needing to pee and couldn't fall back asleep. I checked my WeChat Moments. Unexpectedly, I saw she'd posted something half an hour earlier: "If only life were like our first meeting, how wonderful... Sigh..." I checked the time—3 AM. She was still awake in the middle of the night, posting something like that. Something's up.

I commented below her post: "Still awake so late? Are you okay?"

Then she didn't reply for a long time. I thought she was asleep, so I went to sleep too. Just then, I saw my phone's notification light come on. When I opened it, I was surprised to find she had replied to my WeChat message: "Why aren't you asleep either? I'm fine, just feeling very upset and don't know what to do."

I knew immediately that something was wrong. I said

, "I haven't heard from you for several days now. We're friends, right? Tell me what's wrong. I'll help if I can, and if I can't, I'll be your confidante. Talking about it will make you feel better." I was afraid she'd be embarrassed to talk about it, so I deliberately provoked her. "

I didn't want to tell anyone about this; after all, family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. But since you've put it this way, I'll tell you and give me some advice on what to do."

I didn't say anything, waiting for her to continue. "

My husband cheated on me. With a woman in his property management office. He said he drank too much at a dinner with his employees and slept with her. He said he regretted it afterwards and has already fired that woman. He's begging me to forgive him."

I was shocked. How could he cheat on me with such a beautiful wife? It seems Chen Sicheng, Wang Quan'an, and Ni Zhen are quite the ladies' man.

I replied to her message: "You're so beautiful, so many people are drooling over you, how could he still have feelings for another woman? Could there be a mistake?

Hmph, that woman just has big breasts. She even slept with someone three times in one night. Shameless!" She blurted it all out.

I awkwardly replied: "Ah, no wonder he said you have small breasts. Men really do fall for what they like. But since he's so honest with you, even telling you how many times he slept with her, and then fired her, it's really over. It means he was just blinded by big breasts, and he still has feelings for you. I can forgive him this once.

Better to tear down ten temples than break up one marriage." Although I like her very much, I absolutely have no intention of destroying her family. I also know the greed of men; as long as the heart hasn't changed, physical infidelity can still be forgiven once. Therefore, I spoke up for her husband. A woman's physical infidelity is unacceptable, because a woman's heart must stray first before her body follows closely, making it difficult to turn back.

I think so too, but the thought of him sleeping with other women three times makes me sick. We've been giving each other the cold shoulder for the past few days. Forgiving him so easily feels unfair, but giving up this marriage involves too much, and I'm reluctant to do so either. I'm truly indignant, what should I do? She confided her dilemma.

I immediately understood the situation. She wanted to forgive her husband, but felt she was being taken advantage of. She felt resentful.

This was truly a golden opportunity. Thinking of her stunning beauty, my lust finally overcame my reason. Forget everything else, it's a gift from heaven, and refusing it would be a disgrace. Thus, a wicked plan was born. "

That's easy," I suggested, "you find someone to sleep with three, four, or even five times. Give him a huge green hat, then forgive him. That way you can vent your anger and also give him a small lesson." I followed her advice and came up with this terrible idea.

Ah, she saw my message. Although she was slightly surprised, she wasn't overly astonished. I guess she had thought about it too. She just had reservations and didn't dare to take that step.

Men, never offend your woman, or you'll definitely regret it. Because if you cheat, to her you're just a scumbag. And she'll definitely retaliate with an even more outrageous cheating—that's called being cuckolded. It's a lifelong shadow for any man. "

How do I find someone? Online? What if they have a disease? If I find someone in real life, I'm afraid I won't be able to get rid of them

." That's how she answered. I thought she'd struggle a bit, and I'd try to reason with her. But instead, she went straight to the action.

That's women for you! If you dare cheat, she'll retaliate with being cuckolded immediately.

That's true, there are so many AIDS cases online, even condoms aren't always effective. In real life, you see each other all the time, it's easy to get caught. After all, you just want some revenge, not really anything serious. I deliberately kept her in suspense.

She indeed seemed thoughtful and said, "Yeah, I don't know what to do either."

Seeing the time was right, I revealed my true intentions: "There's a good candidate, handsome, clean, and won't ruin your plans. No trace left afterward, exciting and satisfying. A perfect two birds with one stone."

She immediately became interested: "Who is it? Do I know them?

So close yet so far! Don't you think we're a perfect match? Like Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu!

"... She hadn't expected me to volunteer so directly. Speechless, she only typed a string of ellipses.

I quickly followed up with another message, the final blow: "Actually, I liked you the first time I saw you. But you're married and I'm married. If he continues to treat you well, I'll only watch you from afar as a friend, with no ulterior motives. But now, he cheated on me, so why should we stand by him?"

After sending the message, I let out a long sigh. I knew she wouldn't reply for a while. She needed to think it over. I looked at my sleeping wife beside me and could only softly say sorry. I couldn't help it; she was just too beautiful. So beautiful that I couldn't resist.

For the next three days, I didn't hear from her. I didn't press her, because pressing her now would be the end of it. Fellow wolves, when trying to seduce a decent woman, remember: don't rush.

On the morning of the fourth day, I had just arrived at the office when I received a message. I opened my phone and sure enough, it was from her: "Are you there? What are you doing?"

Hehe, I smiled when I saw this message. I knew she had finally agreed. When talking to a woman, you must understand the unspoken meaning, otherwise you'll miss many opportunities. "

I just got to the office, what instructions does the goddess have?" I replied playfully.

"Hehe, am I really your goddess?" She asked knowingly, saying it was like asking a melon vendor if his melons were sweet—a pointless question. "

Of course I'm a goddess. You could easily rely on your looks, but you still work diligently. This shows that you have more than just a beautiful appearance. You also have a more beautiful heart. If you weren't a goddess, then this term wouldn't exist." I inappropriately praised her again.

We must not be stingy with praise for women. Women dress to please those they admire. If you like her, you can influence her. "

From now until five o'clock this afternoon, how many times can you do this?" She suddenly sent me this message.

Wow, I didn't expect her to be so direct. A woman's vengefulness is truly something else. Her husband told him he'd slept with that woman three times. If I couldn't exceed that record, she definitely wouldn't be satisfied.

At least five times. I'd castrate myself for every one less. I retorted defiantly.

Haha, more than three is fine. No need to castrate yourself, there's no emperor in the Forbidden City now, jobs are hard to find, huh?

After chatting with me for a while, she's even picked up some humor. I chuckled, "You'll have your fun later." Then I replied: "Yes, Your Majesty." "

Hehe, I remember you're in sales, right? Your hours should be flexible. Come back now, I'll come to your place," she replied.

When I rushed home in a taxi, I saw she was already at my door. Wearing a mask. She was even more anxious than me.

Finally, I was about to unite with my dream goddess, my body trembling with excitement. I couldn't even get the key into the lock four times.

"What, scared? Weren't you instantly smitten with me?" she said provocatively.

My penis, already rock hard, instantly grew even thicker upon hearing her provocation. I turned back with a half-smile and said, "You'll soon find out if I can resist!" As I spoke, the door opened. We quickly disappeared inside.

As soon as the door closed, I helped her remove her mask. She was wearing medium-weight makeup, even more beautiful than her usual light makeup. I was mesmerized. "

Am I pretty?" she winked at me.

"You're beautiful no matter what," I said, swooning.

She smiled gently. "You're so good at sweet-talking girls. Do you often say that to other people?"

Honestly, besides my wife, it's only you. It sounded fake, but girls like that.

I wanted to say something more sweet. She pressed her finger to my lips and whispered, "Love me well…" Actually, we both knew what we were going to do today. Sweet words were useless at this point. There was nothing left but passionate lovemaking.

I kissed her lips deeply, and she responded passionately. We frantically savored each other's saliva until the last drop was gone, then reluctantly parted. Only then did I realize I'd eaten all her lip gloss.

I feigned embarrassment, saying, "Luckily, you were wearing non-toxic fruit-flavored lip gloss. If it were lipstick, I'd be poisoned!"

She didn't expect me to say that, laughed, and then playfully punched me: "You're so annoying, you're acting all innocent after getting what you wanted..." I easily caught her hands and picked her up. She wasn't very tall or heavy, so it was easy to hold her in my arms. She knew I was about to take her. Shyly, she buried her head even deeper in my chest.

I placed her on the large sofa in the living room. I whispered in her ear, "I want to take you a few times on the sofa, and then we can go to bed when we're tired, okay?"

Her face turned bright red, and she didn't dare open her eyes to look at me, only nodding with her eyes closed.

She was different from many of the women I'd slept with before. She was the one who had an affair with me passively. She had also made a promise to me beforehand, to get revenge on her husband for cheating, and she was highly educated. Plus, she was incredibly beautiful. So I couldn't help but cherish and pity her more. I never even swore in front of her. I replaced "fuck" with polite terms like "make love" and "I want you." But things changed after we got to know each other.

I carefully took off her clothes. Underneath, she was wearing a set of light purple underwear. I didn't know if she wore it on purpose or by coincidence. I had mentioned to her in our chat that I liked purple.

Actually, her breasts weren't too small, about a B cup, which is normal for Chinese women. I slowly took off her bra, and she slightly arched her chest to help me unhook it.

Finally, her breasts were completely exposed in front of me. I don't know if it was because they were small or because she was young, but her breasts were so firm that they seemed to defy gravity. Unlike other women's breasts, they didn't sag on their chests. Her nipples were small and pink.

Her body was like ice and jade, her skin as white as snow. I couldn't understand how her husband could be interested in other women when she had such a beautiful face and such a delicate body.

Some guys might say, "Such a beautiful woman, hurry up and fuck her, fuck her like crazy!" Actually, you don't understand. When you're completely infatuated, and your dream goddess's body lies before you, you're not in a rush to have sex. You'll slowly admire her, slowly play with her, slowly lick her, and only then will you fuck her to death. Sometimes, if you fuck too fast, you lose the sense of appreciation. Because what kind of woman is the most attractive? Saying a pretty or sexy woman is outdated. I'll tell you: the woman you can't have is the most attractive.

I start kissing from her forehead, down to her nose, cheeks, earlobes, lips, chin, neck, collarbone, and finally above her breasts. Sometimes it's a light touch, sometimes a gentle peck, sometimes a vigorous swish, sometimes a wolfing down my food.

Her moans grew louder with each kiss, reaching their peak after I'd moved back and forth between those areas three times. I quickly abandoned those areas and, with lightning speed, took her nipple into my mouth. She gasped, having orgasmed.

To bring her to orgasm without touching her genitals, without even attacking her nipples—this was exactly the effect I wanted. Such a beauty, perhaps I could only enjoy this one day in my life. I had to give her an unprecedented experience: multiple orgasms.

I glanced at her current state: flushed cheeks, eyes tightly closed, rapid breathing, head swaying, completely lost in ecstasy… I smiled with satisfaction; this was just the beginning.

I activated the second orgasm mode. I began to frantically suckle her nipples, using licking, sucking, teasing, and gentle biting. I even shoved her entire breast into my mouth, kneading it into various shapes with my hands. I guessed she could only last five minutes. But after only four rounds, she screamed again.

Two consecutive orgasms—finally, the main event. I was ready to devour her pussy, absolutely certain I could send her to ecstasy with my mouth. I deliberately stripped her naked except for her panties, wanting to give her one last boost.

But when I pulled off her panties, I was completely stunned; that scene remains unforgettable. Her entire lower body was soaking wet. Her genitals and buttocks were completely submerged. Her panties were almost impossible to lift. Even my sofa was soaked. I've fucked plenty of women with lots of vaginal lubrication, but compared to her, it was nothing. She

must have squirted during her orgasm, otherwise, there wouldn't be so much vaginal lubrication. Squirting with just one orgasm, truly exceptional.

There was water everywhere, so I couldn't bring myself to suck. I could only grab a towel and briefly wipe away the ocean of fluid from her genitals. Then I carefully examined her vulva.

Her vulva was very clean, with minimal hair, all on the top and none on the sides. Her labia were short and thin. Her vulva was slightly open, and vaginal lubrication was still flowing freely. Her vulva wasn't pink, but it wasn't dark either. Truly, the woman was beautiful, and her vulva was even more beautiful.

Many guys don't understand what a "famous vulva" is. I've said before, the shape of a famous vulva isn't important, but it must meet three criteria: 1. Short, thin labia. 2. Tight vaginal opening. 3. Not necessarily pink, but absolutely not pitch black. A woman possessing all three is considered a famous vulva. Having two is a powerful tool. Having one is a container. Having none is a useless tool.

I first licked her abdomen for a while. Her abdomen was flat and smooth. It was obvious she hadn't given birth. Then I moved to the area around her navel. This area is also an important sensitive spot for women. Sure enough, when I touched it, her moans grew louder. I continued licking down to her labia, the sides of her labia, and the vaginal opening. I deliberately ignored her clitoris; orgasms need to be built up gradually to be truly pleasurable. A sudden orgasm is as uninteresting as undercooked rice.

Her vulva smelled normal, nothing unusual. Maybe Hunan girls have a strong palate, but her vulva was a bit too salty.

The book says: if a woman has been with more than three men, her vulva will have a permanent fishy smell. Washing didn't help. I don't know if it's true or not, but a woman with a really bad odor shouldn't be licked, and you have to use a condom during sex, because even if she doesn't have an STD, she'll definitely have a gynecological problem. All gynecological diseases are contagious.

But the smell from her genitals was just the faint fishy smell of a woman's vaginal fluid, nothing else. This only increased my liking for her. After all, a woman who is chaste is more lovable.

Hearing her increasingly loud moans, I knew my strategy of surrounding her and attacking her reinforcements had succeeded. I had captured all the pleasure around her clitoris. I suddenly took her clitoris into my mouth. Just as I was about to lick it, I suddenly felt her abdomen tremble violently—the prelude to orgasm. Thinking about her squirting during orgasm, I wanted to temporarily remove my head from her genitals, afraid of urine spraying onto my face. But it was too late. Her legs were tightly wrapped around my head.

I had no choice but to cover my mouth, eyes, and nose with my hands. She sprayed three times before it became a stream.

One stream of orgasmic fluid hit my forehead, and two streams hit the back of my hands. It splattered all over my face. I've never seen a woman climax to such an extent; it's insane. I couldn't hold back any longer, stripping off my clothes in three seconds. I thrust into her like lightning.

Ah, she climaxed again. Her upper body clung tightly to me, her face pressed against mine. Feeling the fluid on my face, she knew what had just happened. Her face, already flushed and burning with shyness, burned even hotter, like a branding iron.

Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I freed my hands, spreading her buttocks apart. I began to thrust wildly, each stroke sending a gush of hot fluid! Every second was a series of orgasms. Her moans were almost hysterical. I could feel her endless flow of fluid, spraying everywhere.

My penis felt like it was submerged in a water tank, the gurgling sound accompanied by the fluid hitting my balls, her abdomen, and flowing down her thighs to the floor.

My mouth, of course, couldn't be idle; I passionately French-kissed her. But in the throes of her ultimate orgasm, she needed to release her emotions with moans, so I couldn't occupy her mouth for too long. I turned to her ear. During my first round of kissing her entire body, I discovered that besides her clitoris and nipples, the area behind her ears was her most sensitive spot.

Sure enough, under the double assault of my penis and tongue, she drifted into a daze again. I love bringing women to a daze and then talking to them. It's really interesting. It adds to the spice and lets me know what they're thinking. And in this state, women generally don't lie. "

Besides me, who else has slept with you?" Men have many questions, but this is the first one most men ask. "

You're the third." Her answer surprised me. A woman as beautiful as her, who went to university, must have had at least ten or twenty, maybe even eight or ten. I didn't expect so few. "

Really? You're so beautiful, so many people must want to sleep with you, how come only a few?" I asked incredulously. "The first was my college classmate, my first love, and the second is my husband." "You're the third." Afraid I wouldn't believe her, she actually revealed everyone's names.

I was about to ask why she let me sleep with her when she inadvertently confessed: "A boss who lives in this neighborhood offered me 100,000 yuan for a one-night stand, but I refused." Many tenants, from the moment they registered and saw me, tried every means to add me as a friend. Dozens of friend requests every day; I was fed up, so I turned off all friend requests. Hearing her

speak with such pride and slutty manner, my lust surged, and I thrust wildly a few times. Her voice was drowned out by moans. "

You're such a slut, enjoying being madly infatuated with others while utterly disdainful of them, ruthlessly trampling on their dignity, isn't that satisfying?" I was furious and cursed. "

No, no. It's those sluts who get lustful." She explained.

"Damn, you're so beautiful, who wouldn't want to fuck you?" "You can refuse them, but you can't insult someone's character." I retorted. "

Pshaw, what character? I could say anything and countless sluts would kneel down and lick my feet..." Her words left me speechless. I knew it was true. Wasn't I doing that right now?

Why should I fuck you! You talk, and those people are all licking my feet. I have nothing. I still asked the question that was on my mind.

I'm not short of money, those sluts aren't even worthy of licking my feet, you treat me differently than they do… Ah, ah, she moaned while saying all this, it must have been tough for her. "

How are you different?" I asked curiously. "

Their feigned affection was just to sleep with me, but you're different. I can't see a trace of lust in your eyes. You care about me and approach me only because you appreciate my beauty, because you like me as a person."

I didn't initially intend to sleep with her, wary of her husband being a local tyrant, afraid of getting into trouble. After all, I came to Beijing to make big money, not to risk my life. If her husband hadn't revealed such a huge flaw, I might never have been able to sleep with her. But since her husband cheated first, I wasn't afraid anymore. Because in this situation, I could have sex without a trace, without anyone knowing.

I didn't expect her to see through it all. So I continued to press: "So?"

You're the only man who's approached me without wanting to sleep with me, but I'm going to let you. And I've fallen for you too. Even without his infidelity, our affair was bound to happen sooner or later.

Wow! Hearing her say that, I was truly flattered. I always thought I was just a tool for her to get revenge on her husband.

You're so beautiful, it's normal to like you. I'm very ordinary, how could you like me? I asked further, seeking confirmation.

Who said that? You're quite handsome too. And you're so talented. I bet countless women have fallen for you. She maintained such a clear mind even in her ecstatic state; I really underestimated her.

It's true that quite a few women of all kinds have fallen for me. But I didn't want to lie to her or admit it. I could only change the subject, saying: You're Chang'e from the moon, a fairy from the Jade Pool Assembly. How can those ordinary beauties compare to you… Before she could reply, I continued: "Will you let me sleep with you for the rest of your life? I really like you so much."

Then I thrust a few more times, and she became even more dazed, but still said intermittently, "I don't know..." Her answer, though ambiguous, was the best answer. If she had rejected me outright, saying it was only for today, I would have been very disappointed. If she had agreed to be my lover for life, I would have wondered if there were many people like me? I was just one of her many lovers.

The flirtatious talk was over, the soul-to-soul exchange was complete. Only the entanglement and collision of bodies remained. I began to use the nine shallow and one deep technique, alternating between thrusting at the cervix and scraping the G-spot. This time she was completely overwhelmed. Her love juices gushed and splashed incessantly. The entire cushion under her buttocks on the sofa was soaked. My stomach and thighs were covered in spurts.

To completely conquer her in one go, I used all my skills, and she was completely immersed in wave after wave of orgasms. She began to babble incoherently: "I'm going crazy, hurry up and fuck me, fuck me to death, harder, ah~ ah~ ah." "Fuck me to death..." This usually reserved and dignified goddess was so wanton in bed. The stark contrast between her arrogance and her baseness, her reserve and her wantonness, drove me completely mad.

Especially the phrase she kept shouting: "Fuck me to death, fuck me to death!" It completely shattered my understanding of orgasm. It made me almost certain: a woman in orgasm is a slut!! She'd give up everything for an orgasm!

Looking at the slut and goddess combined beneath me, the vaginal flesh being pounded by my cock, and the spurting love juice, I couldn't hold back any longer. My spine throbbed with a tingling numbness, a sign of impending ejaculation. I mustered my last bit of strength and thrust a few more times, about to ejaculate outside her body. She seemed to know I was about to ejaculate. She hugged me tightly: "Give it all to me, I'm in my safe period..." I told her a few days ago that I had suggested she find me to cheat on her husband. She hadn't replied for several days, and I thought she was considering it. I didn't expect she had been waiting for her safe period. With such dedication, what could I say? I thrust straight into her vagina, pressing against her cervix, firing every last drop.

Perhaps because I'd been holding back for so long, the amount of semen was unusually large, shooting out seven or eight spurts. Even after ejaculating, I held on tightly until my penis shrank and slipped out. Some semen flowed out of her body; I loved that scene, so lewd, so intense.

After the storm, we both came to our senses. Looking around, clothes were scattered everywhere, and I was covered in semen. One of the sofa cushions was ruined, and the floor was soaked. The entire living room reeked of our love juices. The air seemed to still echo with the cry of "Fuck me to death!" I laughed awkwardly. She blushed even more, her face turning bright red. It

was too crazy; we didn't know what to say. She broke the awkward silence first: "Was I too crazy just now…? No, it was fine. I especially love the way you climax; you lose some of your reserve and become more genuine." I said with a mischievous smile.

"You're teasing me..." A soft fist came flying. I instinctively hugged her. We held each other tightly, naked. I whispered in her ear, "How was my technique? Was it good?"

"Mmm, I've never felt so good before. The number of orgasms you gave me in one go is more than what I had with him for a month." She said, blushing. "

Let's go shower together, and I'll show you your technique later, okay?" I asked tentatively.

"Okay..." she answered shyly in a low voice. I carried her to the bathroom. We turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Then we stood in the water and kissed, letting the water run.

Suddenly, she blinked and asked me, "Do you know about showering with

your mouth?" "I only know about showering with my hands and a washcloth. You can shower with your mouth too?" I asked her, completely bewildered.

"He loved doing that. We used to do it all the time. But I won't do that for him anymore. Now I think he's so dirty and disgusting." It seems her husband's infidelity really affected her. "Then how about you use this trick specifically on me from now on?" Although I didn't know what kind of technique it was, since she didn't want to serve her husband anymore, I couldn't let it go to waste; I had to try to win her over. "

Hehe, considering how much you made me feel today, I'll let you experience it for once," she smiled mysteriously.

Then she turned the shower to the lowest setting, leaving me with only a light spray of water, but not enough to stop the flow. She kissed my ears, my neck, then down to my chest and nipples. The kisses were already pleasurable, but with the added effect of the water, her tongue swirling between the water and my skin, it was truly a unique experience.

I finally understood what she meant by "bathing with your mouth." To put it simply, it meant licking my entire body with her mouth and water. Imagine, a stunningly beautiful woman, speaking sweetly, kissing your entire body—what an enjoyment that would be!

Even after just ejaculating, my penis was already showing signs of arousal.

She licked my nipples for a while, then continued down to my stomach, my navel, and finally my penis. She licked so intently, occasionally glancing up at me. Her seductive, foxy eyes made my bones melt. "

To die under a peony is to die a romantic death." So be it, my penis seemed to slam on the table, gradually growing larger. "

Not bad, you can get it up again so quickly?" She felt the change in my penis in her mouth and encouraged me.

Then, like handing out a prize, she continued licking downwards. My testicles were even more sensitive than my penis, and she noticed, licking them incessantly. She even put the entire testicle in her mouth, the warmth of her mouth making it feel hot. My penis was hard as iron again, this time less than ten minutes after the last ejaculation.

I thought she'd stopped there, but unexpectedly, she gestured for me to put one leg on the toilet. I didn't know what she was going to do next, but I obeyed and put one leg up. Then she knelt between my legs and actually licked my anus. She even tried to penetrate my anus with her tongue.

I never dreamed that the goddess of my dreams would kneel between my legs and lick my anus. The skill and technique were so adept that I almost ejaculated again. I took a few deep breaths. I finally suppressed my lust.

"Bathing with her mouth," I thought, and now I understood completely.

It seemed she used to play with her husband all the time. Now I was lucky. Who would have thought that this elegant, beautiful, and radiant neighborhood committee member by day would be playing anal-licking games by night?

No wonder the books say: the more reserved a woman is, the more seductive she is at night. It's true, truly astonishing.

I was deeply moved and immediately helped her up from the bathroom floor, holding her in my arms. I was planning to take her to bed and have a good time, but as soon as we left the bathroom, she started licking my ear, like she was drilling into my ear canal. I couldn't take it anymore. I thrust into her mid-air. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held her buttocks, slamming her against my penis, swinging her entire body against it like a swing.

This position allowed me to reach her cervix directly. She went crazy instantly, screaming, "Fuck me to death! Fuck me to death!" Her juices gushed out. I'd had such a long orgasm last time, and only a few tens of minutes later, she still had so much fluid. Women truly are made of water.

This position is only suitable for women with small bodies; it's too strenuous for heavier women, diluting the pleasure. I had to hold her buttocks with both hands to thrust, and without hand control, it's easy to insert incorrectly and break my penis. So, she only had her hands around her neck. But women tend to lose strength during orgasm. I was afraid she would fall, so I had to keep her suspended in the air facing the sofa to ensure safety. So, any men who want to imitate this position should be careful; this position can produce a powerful cervical orgasm, but it carries some risk.

I don't remember how long we did this position; I only remember her spurting fluid running down my legs and soaking a large area of the floor. Her voice was hoarse from screaming. She always wanted me to fuck her to death, but she's still alive and kicking. I, on the other hand, was so exhausted from her sucking that my wife thought I was sick… That day, we fucked from around 10 am until 5 pm. We did it six times in total. I ejaculated inside her every time. I fulfilled my promise.

The number of times we usually talk about sex is based on ejaculation. Sex without ejaculation is just foreplay. That day, we didn't stop for a minute. When our penises were soft, we hugged and kissed, licking each other. When we got hard, we had sex. Because according to our previous agreement, we would only do it for that one day, so we cherished every minute of that day.

After that, she didn't contact me for seven or eight days. Although I missed her a lot, I couldn't text her, as that would put pressure on her.

One Monday, I went to the Fengchao locker at the entrance of the community to pick up a package. When I got to the property management office, she and a girl were coming out of the property management office. They must have been there on business. Their neighborhood committee was in the shops outside the community, and the property management office was on the ground floor inside the community. They often had business dealings.

She saw me too, her face turned red instantly, and she lowered her head. But she immediately looked up at me.

I hadn't seen her for more than a week, and she was still so beautiful. The girl next to her, who was holding her arm, looked pretty good on her own, with a hotter figure than her, but compared to her, her looks were like Pigsy from Journey to the West.

At that time, I didn't think about anything. Since we had agreed in advance that we would only do it for one day. After getting revenge on her husband, it was over. I was already satisfied with just one night with her. So I could only shrug and smile wryly, looking away. I wanted to walk past her.

I had only taken two steps, not even brushed past her, when I heard the girl next to her whisper, "Is this the handsome and talented tenant you told me about before?" I didn't hear her answer, and I didn't dare look at her. She must have nodded.

There was definitely something going on. Hehe. The girl giggled. "

Don't talk nonsense, he's married and lives with his wife." That's when I heard her voice. "

Oh dear, did I touch your cheese? Are you jealous? Look, your face is all red. You two aren't really having an affair, are you? No wonder you told me last time..." Before I could finish, a scream rang out. I couldn't help but turn my head to look, and the girl was being pinched on the waist. Girls hate being pinched on the waist; it's both uncomfortable and ticklish.

"You want to silence me? Haha... You're still talking nonsense," she laughed and scolded. Then the two chased and played around as they ran out of the residential area. I could only shake my head and smile bitterly.

I had told her that we sales people usually have Mondays off. Seeing her in the residential area today, I don't know if it was a coincidence or if she also wanted to see me. My originally calm heart was stirred up again by this chance encounter.

Around 3 pm, I suddenly received a WeChat message from her: Are you there? Can you come and help me with my computer?

Receiving her message, I was surprisingly calm, as if it was expected. But the thought of seeing her up close again soon made me excited. My hands were even trembling a little, and it was difficult to type. I could only reply with one word: "Okay."

I quickly went to their neighborhood committee. Because it was Monday and a workday, many people from her workplace were there. They probably knew that I had helped her fix her computer, and they all smiled slightly when they saw me. Later, I heard her say that the older women at her workplace always teased her: "It's good to be beautiful, free repairs, always available. We're old, we have to pay someone and it takes days."

Because everyone was watching, I didn't dare look at her. There are many middle-aged women in the office, all shrewd and calculating. A lover's gaze is different; I was afraid they'd notice. If that happened, I could simply move to a different neighborhood, but her home was here, and the consequences would be endless.

I could only pretend to be businesslike and casually ask her what was going on. She said she was typing a notice, and halfway through, her Sogou Pinyin input method stopped working. Restarting didn't work either.

It was a simple input method violation. Normally, a restart would fix it. She said if restarting didn't work, then uninstall and reinstall it. That would definitely solve the problem.

I finished it in a few minutes. I noticed she had two notices to type, and she had only typed one.

I looked around to make sure no one was watching. I whispered to her,

"I'll type the rest for you." She hummed in agreement.

I type over a hundred words per minute; one notice, including punctuation, is about a thousand words, so I finished in seven or eight minutes. I even formatted it according to their instructions and printed it out.

She was stunned. She said apologetically, "You type so fast!" It will take me more than an hour to finish all of this.

I didn't say anything, just smiled. Then I saved it for her. I created a new document and quickly typed: I miss you so much, do you miss me? If you do, cough once, if you don't, you don't need to cough. Before

I could even type "If you don't want to cough," I heard her cough lightly. "

Come to my house to see me later, I want to talk to you, is that okay?" "If it's inconvenient, that's fine." "It's okay. I'm happy just to see you now." After saying that, I deleted the document, got up, and left.

She said thank you to my back. I knew she was saying it to her colleague.

When I got home, I sat in the living room, my heart pounding. I had no idea if she would come to see me.

Around four o'clock, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I quickly went to open it. Sure enough, it was her, wearing a mask, afraid that others would recognize her. As soon as she

came in, we hugged each other instantly.

"I missed you so much," I said excitedly. "

Me too, I knew you were off today, so I made an excuse to come to the neighborhood to run some errands." I just wanted to bump into you. I came five times, and finally met you on the last one… So why didn’t you just come to my house? I thought you really wouldn’t talk to me anymore. I was inexplicably touched.

We made a promise, just that one time. I didn’t want you to think I was a casual woman. I told myself, if I didn’t meet you today, it would really be over. I came again and again and didn’t meet you. Each time I told myself to go one last time, and if I still didn’t meet you, then so be it. Until the fifth time, I finally met you. I didn’t know she had gone through all this.

I hugged her tighter. I said with heartache, “What if you still didn’t meet me on the fifth time? Would you really not talk to me anymore?” “

I don’t know, maybe I’d still come in, until I get off work. Or maybe I’d come to find you before I get off work.” She said firmly. Actually, since she had already decided not to cut off the relationship immediately, why torture herself like this, pinning her hopes on fate? But women are such emotional creatures, you can’t explain it.

I was completely moved. I kissed her lips directly. We kissed like newlyweds, greedily consuming each other. I don't know how long we kissed, until I tasted something salty in my mouth and realized she was crying. "

Why are you crying? If you feel guilty and upset because of what we're doing, then I won't touch you anymore. Can we just be friends like before? As long as I can see you happy, that's enough. I never thought I could have you," I said, my voice filled with tenderness.

But she cried even harder. I was completely at a loss, my heart aching. I didn't know what to say to calm her down, so I desperately said, "Baby, don't cry. If you feel I'm in your way or making you uncomfortable, I can move out tomorrow. I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Ugh, who told you to move out? Are you tired of me and want to run away, or have you found a prettier lover than me?" Seeing my anxious look, she stopped crying and even turned the tables on me. A woman's face is like the weather in June, changing in an instant.

Honestly, right now, my heart has no room for any other woman but my wife and you. We only had sex once, how could you get tired of it so quickly? Your health must be terrible. I replied innocently.

Haha, she actually laughed through her tears. Then she used that waist-pinning trick again: "How long will it take before you get tired of me?" Ah~ I couldn't dodge like her best friend, so I could only painfully endure the pinch and say: "I like you as a person, not your body. Even if you don't let me touch you, I don't mind. I will still like you as always."

That's more like it, she said, satisfied, and withdrew her magic finger. But then she added: "But I want you to get tired of me. That way you won't like me so much, and I won't get more and more involved."

Damn, she actually thought that. It's bizarre, but she has her reasons.

You've got it backwards, haven't you? I deliberately emphasized the word "deeply." I gave her a mischievous look down there. "

You're so annoying, making fun of me again." Then she tried to pinch me again. But this time it was fake, so I took her hands, picked her up, and carried her to the bed.

She had to go home after work at 5 PM, and I had to pick up my wife too. So we only had sex once, but it was the hardest, soaking the blanket I'd prepared beforehand. When it was time to ejaculate, she told me it was her fertile period. But she still wanted me to ejaculate inside her, but the decision was mine. I couldn't hurt her because of a moment of passion. In the end, I pulled out and ejaculated some on her face, and swallowed some.

We chatted for a while afterward. I learned a lot. Her in-laws found out about her husband's affair. They scolded him severely and made him write a guarantee that it wouldn't happen again. Even murder has its limits; what could she say but forgive him?

And to keep an eye on her husband, her father-in-law has already arranged for her to get a job as the deputy director of the office at the property management company where her husband works. She'll start next month.

These past few days, she's been struggling with whether to really stick to our agreement and end things after just one time with me. But she's found she can't live without me; every time she leaves the house, I'm on her mind. She can't forget me at all. On my days off, she's restless. Finally, she couldn't help but text me.

When we met, and I showed her so much care and affection, she completely broke down. Actually, we rarely see each other, and we haven't known each other for very long. I don't know why she thinks I'm so good to her. I don't know what women's standards and criteria for judging good or bad are.

After the 15th of next month, I have to go to work at his property management company, and we might never have another chance to see each other. There are still more than 20 days left; I'll sneak out to be with you whenever I have time. Don't you men just like women's bodies? Once you're tired of the novelty and the excitement wears off, you lose interest, and then I give up on you and go back to living with him.

I don't know what her logic is, but I can only let her be. After all, it's good to spend even a little longer with such a beautiful woman.

I knew him for over a year, and we got married later. He was so smitten with me at first, and he was incredibly attentive to me. No matter how late he was out socializing, he would always come home. In his words, if he didn't sleep with me for a day, he wouldn't enjoy his food. But after about six months, he got tired of me. He kept saying things like my breasts were too small or my vagina wasn't tight enough. Sometimes he would say he was too tired, and we had sex less often. In the end, he cheated on me. "Damn it

, that's just the ones I know. I don't know how many others have done it, how many times," she said resentfully. No wonder she had those weird ideas. Indeed, every family has its own problems, and I couldn't really help with her domestic issues. I could only listen quietly to her story.

A lot happened in the last 20 days or so, but it's too long to write about now, so I'll just briefly summarize what happened. As I said before, brothers who use my articles to masturbate should be careful. Although they're sexually explicit, because they involve infidelity, there's bound to be separation and sadness involved. The extreme highs and lows can easily cause erectile dysfunction. I can only apologize.

For over 20 days, we had sex like crazy. Every Monday, my wife's day off, I'd drop her off at work, pretend to catch up on sleep, sneak home, and have sex with her all day. Usually, we'd have sex for several hours in the afternoon. I've lost count of how many times we did it. We even had sex during her period. The first two days, when the bleeding was heavy, we'd do oral sex and eat her semen; when the bleeding was light, we'd use a condom and go all the way. Outside of her period, we'd have

unprotected sex. We kept going until she left the neighborhood committee office to work for her husband. On the afternoon of her departure, after our last time, as I got dressed and saw her to the door, she asked me, "Are you finally tired of it now? At first, you did it three or four times every afternoon, but these last two days you only did it once, a quick finish." Well, all men are the same; once the novelty wears off, they get bored.

These last two days, I had no choice but to suffer. My wife clung to me every night, making it incredibly intense. The next afternoon, I had no energy left for sex. Each time was a forced effort. Men and women are different, after all. She can have sex with her husband at night and with me during the day without a problem. A field can be plowed repeatedly, but an ox's strength is limited.

I didn't want to explain. Since it had to end today, I wanted her to think I was tired of her and didn't like her anymore. That way, she would be free of worries and thoughts, and perhaps happier.

Seeing my silence, she assumed I was silently agreeing. Extremely disappointed, she snorted and slammed the door shut.

I stood behind the door, my heart aching. I thought of every little detail about how we met, from the initial misunderstandings and suspicions, to becoming friends, and then our passionate affair. It all ended in misunderstanding. It all seemed so natural, as if fate had ordained us.

The thought that she would never speak to me again, that I would never see her again, brought tears to my eyes. I leaned weakly against the door, crying like a woman for a long time, until our story played out in my mind like a movie. Only then did I stand up dejectedly, go to the bathroom to wash my face, and mutter, "I should pick my wife up from work."

I never saw her again after that. A little over a month passed, and I slowly forgot about her. One day, I was off work and went out to buy something. As I opened the door, a letter fell through the crack. Because I often receive spam emails from insurance companies, credit card companies, and salespeople, I didn't pay much attention. I usually just picked them up and threw them in the trash.

But when I picked it up, it was different; there was nothing written on the envelope. Usually, those credit card spam emails have names. I opened it and found it was her letter. Although there was no signature, I recognized the handwriting.

It's been over a month. Have you forgotten me? I'm sorry, I was too harsh when I left that day. Actually, I didn't leave; I was right outside the door. I heard you crying inside, and it broke my heart. I almost couldn't resist going in to find you. But I had to leave, you understand. We agreed to delete all our contact information, and I don't dare add you back. I can only write letters and leave them at your door. I have to slowly try to forget you, although I know it's impossible. But you absolutely mustn't forget me. Think of me at least once a day, okay? I'm not afraid of sneezing, haha. Am I being selfish?

Hehe, reading her letter warmed my heart. She finally understood me and accepted our relationship in her heart.

As for me, I'm actually more selfish. I have a wonderful wife, yet I keep having affairs with respectable women. But I can't help it; I can't control my greed. In this modern society of monogamy, I have the heart of an emperor with three palaces and six courtyards.

[The End]

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