The Witch's Lust

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Tolstoy said, "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy for its own reason."

After my divorce, I moved alone to an apartment building near the school.

My choice to publish my articles here stemmed from a desire to be spied on: knowing what a group of men or boys might be doing while reading my writing, frankly, was a thrilling experience that made me blush.

Living alone, every night when I returned to my place, I would shed all the constraints and burdens of the day, wandering naked in my own private space—a wonderful and contemplative experience. There was no other person, another person I didn't love, living with me. Under one roof, watching me, monitoring me, even demanding love from me that I couldn't get any excitement from—that was a woman's liberation.

Being single again, I was actually extremely happy.

Of course, this happiness came at a price: loneliness.

Actually, I was used to being alone; when my husband was away, I was alone at home. I could tolerate it then, but now I felt a lack. A lack of the sex that a healthy, mature woman needs. Of course, I refused any involvement with men of unknown origin. Although many people online proactively expressed a desire to chat with me about my articles, even about my sex life after my divorce.

He wasn't exactly "of unknown origin," at least not to me. But he was a mystery. When I published my "Mature Woman's Online Love Diary," he drew my attention to his comments. I then sent him a short email to the address he provided.

The email was very short, basically praising his comments as very creative.

Then, we started corresponding.

He quickly attached a photo of himself picking fruit in an orchard.

Next to him was another "she," a very young and pretty girl.

Logically, if he had any ill intentions towards me, he should have pretended to be a single, ambitious, and possibly innocent man. Or perhaps he would have pretended to be a self-proclaimed bad boy, mimicking the tone of those internet trolls in my articles, spouting vulgarities. He thought that would pique my interest.

But he was neither.

He wrote, "I really like your articles. I even showed them to my wife, but after reading them, she actually said, 'This woman is so empty, so cheap!' Damn it, I have to cut her off!"

This was his third email.

It's quite endearing. I don't deny what I've done. My past with Yad wasn't really love, but it certainly qualifyed as "cheap." I had affairs with men online, and the men I had affairs with even brought friends to have sex with me, and I even wrote about enjoying it. Isn't that cheap?

Of course, I don't think so myself.

A week later, he sent me a letter with the subject line "I broke up with my wife~"

and the body text only contained three words: "She deserved it."

Of course, I didn't easily believe it; no couple would break up because of an article. Just as no couple would break up simply because of personality clashes. Even the most ruthless man wouldn't proactively break up with his girlfriend unless a decision was absolutely necessary.

We never discussed it; I thought it was just a man's lie.

But not long after, I received an email from an unfamiliar address.

"Someone: Hello,
I'm Eric's wife. We've been together for three years, but thanks to you, we've separated and are preparing for divorce. I think Eric has probably told you the reasons. I love him, but I think he's sick. I hope you can help me. I admit I can't agree with your article, but I think it's a personal choice and has nothing to do with us. Eric and I shouldn't be separated for such a ridiculous reason. Please spare me some time; I really want to talk to you." The letter also included her phone number, signed Teresa.

I never dreamed that I, who had just divorced because of research, would cause a complete stranger to divorce. She was right; it was utterly "ridiculous"! And it made me feel inexplicably guilty.

With a guilty heart, I called her.

Teresa's phone was answered quickly; a soft, gentle voice answered.

"I am..." I didn't know how to start: "Online... my pen name is someone."

"Ah~ Hello," Teresa's voice on the other end of the phone sounded very surprised. "Hello." She didn't know what to say, so she repeated the greeting.

"I received your letter and I feel really bad about it," I said bluntly.

"I can't accept it either. I used to criticize a lot of things, and I've never seen him get this angry. But when I criticized you, he reacted like this."

"Yeah, I find it unbelievable too."

Teresa made me feel that she still had feelings for this man.

That's good, I like women like that.

Teresa asked me to meet her at a coffee shop. I agreed.

She was indeed a pure and lovely woman, with flowing dyed hair that accentuated her Western style.

That was my first impression, but I didn't know what she thought of me.

"You... you're really not like..."

"What?" I couldn't figure out what she meant.

"You're really not like the kind of woman you describe in your articles." She laughed.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I thought you were sexy, that you'd wear short skirts, and even have alluring eyes that could seduce men. I never expected..."

"Never expected what?"

"Never expected you... That's normal." She seemed a little disappointed.

I knew what her disappointed expression meant.

Women often feel inferior in front of a "rival" who is better than them. Once they discover the other person is "nothing special," and their husbands are infatuated with him, they feel even more dissatisfied and disappointed.

Teresa didn't think I was much better than her.

Of course, age was also a factor; I was thirty-three, and Teresa was at most twenty-seven. A mere

six-year age difference could make a man address the two women as "Miss" and "Lady."

It seemed Teresa was subtly considering me a rival, a mindset that both amused and annoyed me.

"Can you tell me, is everything in the article true? That boy, the one who's eighteen centimeters tall, does he really have a wife?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted. "Most of the descriptions of that boy are true. He has a girlfriend."

"That's good. Eric even printed out your article, but you didn't finish it. Eric asks me every day, 'If I were you, what would I do?' It's driving me crazy."

Really? I looked at Teresa's bright eyes and fair, rosy skin.

I looked at her meaningfully.

"Men are so perverted," she said.

"You mean Eric?"

"Including him… and of course, the men in your articles…"

"Eric has never even seen me," I said. "That's just a man's sexual fantasy."

She nodded. "Actually, I know, but Eric is really a pervert. He actually printed out your article, put checkmarks on it, added marginal notes, making it more elaborate than a research report."

I was both amused and exasperated, even finding it laughable.

"What's Eric's phone number?" I asked.

"Wait, the reason I called you here today isn't to ask you to persuade him. He's a pervert, beyond saving. A few words from you won't save him."

I originally thought I was here to play the role of Lu Zhonglian, to say a few nice words to Eric, to persuade him to be more rational, that we could be good friends, but not break up with such a loving and beautiful girlfriend like this.

“Eric and I have known each other for a long time, three years. I think it’s time for a test, to prove we can go the distance,” she said. “I hope you won’t tell Eric about what happened today, don’t tell him we met.”

“Yes, of course I won’t.”

“Not only won’t you tell him, but I also want you to… meet with Eric.”

“Why?”

“You can meet, you can even have sex. I want Eric to compare us, to see who’s better. That’s the real solution, isn’t it?”

If Teresa hadn’t looked so serious, I would have thought she was joking.

“The guy in your story, the one you met online, doesn’t he have a girlfriend now? That proves you’re not that great, and you can’t hold onto a man, right?”

Teresa’s face was as beautiful as an angel, but the method she came up with made her seem like Satan.

And it even stung me.

I tried to maintain my composure and said, "These are two different things."

"I think they're the same," Teresa suddenly became a little aggressive. "If Eric meets with you and then comes back to me, then I won't divorce him."

"Really?"

"Well, if Eric falls for you. Then… we'll get a divorce."

I hadn't expected Teresa to be this kind of girl; I thought she'd be a crybaby.

I was speechless.

"You think Eric isn't good enough?" she asked.

I shook my head. "That's not the problem. The problem is, we've distorted the real issue."

"I think this is a good approach," Teresa said. "That's because you haven't seen how much Eric likes your article. I'm telling you, he even puts a printed copy under his pillow. He even calls out Rachel's name in his dreams. You really are called Rachel, aren't you?"

I nodded.

“Eric’s favorite is Tolstoy’s *War and Peace*. He even has an English version by his bedside. I’m telling you, the women who get into his bed are his favorites.”

“Does he want to have sex with Tolstoy?” I laughed.

Teresa shook her head. “That’s different. He doesn’t call Tolstoy’s name in his sleep…and…he’s not gay.”

“How do you know?” I was getting more and more amused.

“Eric…he has a big place…and…he really enjoys it.”

“Sex?”

She nodded.

“Then of course he’s not gay, right? So, Rachel, would you help me?”

I didn’t say yes or no. Once I agreed, it would be a one-way street, wouldn’t it?

“This favor…I can’t help.” I was certain.

Her face was very pale, even more disappointed. I could imagine how she had racked her brains before we met, coming up with a stupid method that no woman would ever think of. And now it had been so ruthlessly overturned by another woman.

However, this method wasn’t without its merits.

"If you think Eric likes my work, then he'll like me as a person, I think that's too hasty. I'm not as pretty as you, not as young as you, and I'm not even as smart as you..."

"I know that idea was stupid, what kind of stupid woman is that?" Teresa said quietly, "But... I really can't stand him being so infatuated with you, even ignoring my existence..."

"Since Eric likes my writing, I have an idea, I wonder if you could cooperate?"

"What idea?" She suddenly became very enthusiastic.

"I think Eric likes my writing simply because I'm a woman, and... that kind of woman... but he hasn't read my work and doesn't know who I am. So, I can say that I'm actually a man."

Teresa's eyes suddenly lit up.

It's easy to imagine that Teresa liked my idea.

Just one email, telling Eric that I'm actually a man. That would be enough.

It would completely extinguish Eric's fantasies about me. Fantasies like everyone else's online.

"Rachel, you're so smart. Yeah, why did I let Eric know you're a woman? I should have just said you're a man. I'm so stupid."

Things suddenly seemed quite simple.

But it wasn't that simple.

That day, after I got home, I received another email from Eric.

It was a very unusual email. Eric didn't write anything, just attached a photo.

It was a photo of Teresa and me having coffee.

I was extremely surprised, even terrified.

Eric's methods made me feel like I was involved in an unusual situation. Teresa said he was a pervert, and she was right!

Eric was actually stalking his ex-wife, and even guessed that she would come looking for me.

This kind of guy terrified me.

At the same time, I knew my plan wouldn't work.

Eric knew I was a woman, so of course I couldn't tell him, "Actually, I'm a man."

Late at night, looking at the photo of Teresa and me having coffee that afternoon, it was truly chilling. I wonder how long Eric had been around us.

Eric would send me photos to prove he was certain I was the one having coffee with Teresa.

My only thought was to hide.

To prevent this strange couple from finding me again.

I turned off my phone; Teresa couldn't find me. I didn't reply to his messages; Eric couldn't find me either.

I continued living my ordinary life, as if nothing had happened.

However, Eric didn't let me go. He cut up the photos of me and Teresa, leaving only me.

My face was complete and clear.

One day, that day finally came.

Eric sent me the cut-up photos along with my writing, along with just this one line: "What will happen if I put your photos and your writing online?"

It was a powerful blackmail, forcing me to take it seriously.

Eric really was, as his ex-wife said, a pervert!

"What do you want?" I hastily replied to an email.

"Teresa's suggestion is great, why not accept it?" he replied immediately.

"Why should I accept it? I've had enough." I was too lazy to explain.

"In that case, let's shorten the time? Just one afternoon, you, me, and Teresa together, the outcome will be decided immediately. If I still choose you, you have to date me."

What kind of perverted guy is this?

But it seems I have no choice.

Eric has my photos and might even reveal my real identity, which is already a huge threat to me.

The three of us agreed to meet at a secluded location.

When I drove to the agreed location, I saw the couple waving from their car. So I went closer.

"Shall we ride together? There's no reason for you to drive alone." Teresa said.

Eric looked just like in the photos, and he seemed quite excited.

I got into the car and sat in the back seat.

"I didn't expect we would meet." Eric talked aimlessly as he drove.

“There are many unexpected things,” I said. “I never expected to be threatened.”

“Haha,” Eric chuckled dryly, “Don’t say that, Teresa. Did we threaten her?”

Teresa remained silent. I thought, any woman wouldn’t feel comfortable knowing her husband was going to a hotel with another woman.

“Want something to drink?” Teresa handed me a can of coffee.

I drank it.

We drove in silence until we pulled into a very upscale and secluded motel.

A man and two women got out of the car in the garage, and we looked at each other.

Eric was very tall; you couldn’t tell from the photos. He was even stronger than I imagined. In fact, he was very masculine and quite muscular.

Eric smiled and led us into the room.

I hesitated at the door, wondering whether to go in or not.

Eric ignored me, quickly took off his clothes, revealing his muscular physique, and then grabbed Teresa.

They kissed in front of me. Right at the room door.

I suddenly felt a little dizzy and turned my head away, but Teresa’s soft moans as he caressed her made me even more confused.

"Come in," Eric said, beckoning me as he worked. "Sit down and watch us."

Embarrassed, I stepped into the room and saw the two already rolling around on the bed.

Teresa had been almost completely stripped naked. She had been dressed scantily, and now she was left with only a thong around her slender, straw-like waist.

Such a beautiful figure made me wonder why a man with such a wife would still fantasize about an ordinary woman.

Eric gave me a meaningful look. He certainly had a certain masculine charm; no wonder his wife loved him so much, even offering him to another woman.

Men always think with their lower bodies; I had no doubt about that.

Teresa remained silent, letting her husband skillfully remove her remaining thong. Now, the couple was completely naked before me.

Teresa offered no resistance, letting Eric remove her clothes and skirt, revealing her fair back and deep buttocks, facing me directly.

Eric possessed his woman like a master. Teresa responded by welcoming him. Teresa clearly consented to her divorced "ex-husband" entering her body, and strangely, the room was filled with female moans.

A divorced couple was making love in front of me.

Teresa glanced at me, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, but her mouth continued to emit uniquely feminine moans.

I knew that sound—the sound of a highly aroused woman, the kind of sound only made unrestrainedly in front of the man she loved and was most intimate with.

Sometimes, a woman's moans are intentionally meant to arouse a man's sexual desire; that sound makes her feel proud as a woman.

What were they doing? I suddenly realized that a divorced couple was passionately making love in front of another woman.

I found myself burning up, and my mind was in complete disarray.

Had the coffee been drugged?

Then, Eric laid Teresa down and used a very traditional position with her.

I felt burning up; this scene was incredibly embarrassing. I closed the door, leaving only the three of us in the room.

You can imagine how awkward my position was. Soon, they started making love in a traditional position. Eric's movements were swift and decisive;
he didn't pause, treating his "ex-wife" like a man seeking release.

With each thrust, Teresa cried out.

"Darling... Oh..." Teresa kept repeating this phrase. A woman who deeply loved her husband, letting out a satisfied cheer as he thrust into her.

She loved him very much, I thought.

Then, Eric suddenly pulled away from Teresa and stood up. His arrogant male organ was now facing me directly, just like Adam had done before. I knew that when a man faced a woman at that angle, it showed he wanted to display his superiority.

"Come on," Eric said, "it's your turn." He approached me, facing me roughly.

"Didn't you know the Ice and Fire Fivefold Heaven technique? You wrote about it in your article." Eric grabbed my head and forcefully shoved his male organ into my mouth.

I felt nauseous, but dared not resist. I felt dizzy and hot, a growing desire rising between my legs, and I felt a dampness in my genitals.

I realized I had just drunk what they called an aphrodisiac.

Eric's fingers were playing with my nipples; the uncomfortable sensation aroused my lust.

It had been a long time since I'd been with a man, and that familiar feeling surged back. Once the desire was aroused, even if I struggled, I couldn't resist the urge within me.

I felt a pang of guilt, but quickly forgot it. I simply indulged in his caresses and teasing.

This man made my whole body burn.

Eric led me away from my seat and slowly laid me on the bed.

He kissed my shoulders and neck, caressing my breasts, and then my private area.

I got goosebumps all over; it felt wonderful. Any woman would understand this feeling. Eric was like a seasoned pro. His lips touched my upper body, while his hands restlessly caressed my sensitive areas. I hunched my shoulders, enduring all the teasing.

Suddenly, Eric's hands stopped caressing my genitals, and then, moist skin touched me.

I looked down—it was Teresa!

Teresa was licking my clitoris with her tongue. The touch of a woman's tongue was completely different from a man's, but it was equally irresistible.

Eric continued kissing my upper body, my breasts, my chest.

I was thus possessed by a man and a woman.

The scene was incredibly lewd, even surpassing Smile's afternoon with those men.

I had never been kissed in my private parts by a woman before. The electric sensation gently stirred my inner nerves, and combined with Eric's hot lips, I became wild. My whole body was filled with that annoying yet wonderful sensation, like... being immersed in a Japanese hot spring, the sulfurous bubbles constantly assaulting my skin and nerves, making the comfort rush to my brain, stimulating the phytoncides in my brain, and causing an endless flow of wetness in my lower body.

I began to hear my own moans, faintly drifting in the room.

Only then did I realize that I had been deceived. It turned out that the couple had conspired!

Eric's lips immediately pressed against mine, his tongue dancing freely in my mouth, while Teresa's tongue danced inside my lower lips.

The man and woman's French kiss occupied my entire body.

It's hard to describe the feeling; it was incredibly stimulating. Watching a woman so unabashedly kiss my private parts, even penetrating to the deepest point, made me realize how well Teresa had been trained by Eric.

"One man and two women, how many combinations are possible?"

This question suddenly popped into my muddled mind.

Soon after, Eric laid me flat, raised my head, and then forced his penis into my mouth before kissing his wife.

"Lower," Teresa gestured for me to lower, then straddled me. And so, I helped Eric while watching the couple's passionate kiss.

Eric's penis was in my mouth, firm and erect. I involuntarily licked and kissed it with my tongue. The bulging muscles, somehow, aroused me, making me temporarily lose my senses; I just greedily licked and kissed him.

"I really want to fuck her, wife," Eric suddenly said.

"No, didn't you promise me that this would be the most you could go?" Teresa complained.

So that was their agreement? Eric could only go this far?

"But I can't hold back anymore." Eric's male body was inside my mouth, stiff and erect, making me feel a little uncomfortable.

"You have to hold back, even if you can't," Teresa seemed angry. "Try going in there, and I'll make you regret it!"

I wanted to speak, but my mind was blank. Actually, I hadn't lost consciousness; perhaps it was the teasing earlier, perhaps… I really couldn't say.

I had been manipulated by a clever scheme.

I suddenly remembered that everything before me originated from my own research. Could my research be so profoundly affecting my life? I couldn't help but regret my past naive thoughts. I thought a creative research project would bring me a new career.

"I can't hold back anymore!" Eric suddenly pleaded. His erect penis showed that he desperately needed me, needed my body, to satisfy his most basic male physiological needs.

"Go to hell!" Teresa suddenly yelled, "You come in here and see!"

Eric glared at me, his eyes practically spitting fire. I lay naked on the bed, only inches from his body. But Eric's usual arrogant and domineering demeanor vanished; he was just a man blinded by lust.

I was practically paralyzed on the bed, my head spinning, watching the couple argue over me.

The scene seemed rather unsightly, so Eric grabbed the TV remote and snapped it on. The TV screen lit up.

The sound of a man and woman having sex filled the air.

It was an extremely bizarre scene: three naked men and women in a motel room, watching porn on TV, but nothing was happening.

It was ridiculous. What were they doing here?

Teresa's face was grim; clearly, this was an insult to her.

Her husband would rather watch porn, rather stare at other women's naked bodies, than come any closer to her, to treat her like a husband would treat his wife.

She began to sob.

Eric ignored her, his eyes fixed on the television screen, masturbating. Eric was almost in front of me, rapidly rubbing his genitals, glancing at me while greedily eyeing my body, his face filled with lust, as if he wanted to enter me.

I closed my eyes; although I couldn't stop him from looking at me, I could at least avoid seeing this obscene scene.

Suddenly, Eric let out a low moan, and I instantly felt warm liquid touch my chest. I knew that even though I didn't want to look, he had still ejaculated, nakedly on me.

I felt a moment of embarrassment and shame.

Eric ejaculated freely on my body, my skin feeling the warm male fluid.

I looked down at the white fluid flowing down my chest, so much fluid, Eric breathing heavily in pleasure.

I glanced at his wife, Teresa, who looked away.

Eric wiped the fluid he had left on me with a tissue. Teresa helped me get dressed, and just like that, I was taken back to where I got in the car, completely unharmed.

In the car, I slowly regained my strength; the couple in the front seat didn't exchange a single word. I was terrified.

But I was taken back to where I got in.

Teresa opened the car door for me, and I slowly got out.

"Sorry for taking up your time," she said simply.

Take up my time?

Eric didn't turn around to look at me. I only saw the back of his head in the driver's seat.

The car sped away. Finally, this inexplicable afternoon was over.

This is a story that happened after I finished writing my online love diary.

The couple took me back in the same car and then disappeared.

I tried my best not to think about that part. Like forgetting everything in the past.

Soon after, Eric sent me an email.

"Hi... It was a real pity last time, but my wife and I made an agreement: oral sex only, no sex with you. In fact, our agreement came about when we got married. Before marriage, my wife had a relationship with a man and even went to third base (she said so, but I didn't know). You probably won't believe it, but she was my first woman. After marriage, I often minded this difference, so I made a request: since she had experience with another man, I wanted that too.

Actually, my wife really likes your articles; she thinks you're the best choice to make our marital differences disappear forever. We both love each other very much, but we don't want our past to cause marital problems. We're not divorced, don't worry. I'm sorry for being disrespectful to you last time. We won't bother you again, and I won't leak your photos. Thank you for giving my marriage a fresh start."

I looked at this letter, feeling a mix of emotions. Eric and his wife had such a past, and for that past, they meticulously planned my actions. The eerie scene in the motel resurfaced in my mind.

I suddenly started typing: "Seeing this reason, I'm not angry. But do you really believe she and her ex-boyfriend only had that kind of relationship? I think it's impossible. I think they slept together. And I also think you absolutely don't believe your wife is a virgin. Surgery is so advanced now. Your marriage is still unstable."

I sent the letter and shut down the computer.

I don't know why I would mess with an already perfect ending again. Maybe it was only superficially perfect?

If Eric didn't actually have a relationship with another woman, he would always be shrouded in deeper suspicion.

I intend for them to reconcile forever. Moreover, the moment Eric ejaculated on me, I truly felt excited.

The "demon woman's desire" within me was faintly calling to me again.

What Smile, Yad, and Ah Feng left on me will be led by me in another direction in my life.

I smiled as I looked out the window, as if my whole life was beginning to be filled with some kind of expectation again.

[The End]

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