A married woman with prominent brow bone (reprinted)

At the desk, a thirty-year-old man in a business shirt spoke to me seriously.
"There's no legal protection for this kind of thing. Even if you can't stand it in the future and sue me for rape, the damage is irreversible. You need to confirm this again."
I nodded in reply.
"No problem, just like we said in the video last time."
The man nodded, a relieved smile on his face, and I was incredibly excited.
"Okay, then I'll move next door to you tomorrow. Mr. Xiao, I look forward to your guidance for a long time to come."
It was early summer, and my magazine had recently received its publication license, entering a phase of rapid growth. With some spare money, I finally launched this long-awaited project. After my final conversation with the man, we didn't exchange phones, and I went home as usual.
Ironically, this man who had previously slept with a girlfriend discovered a secret pornographic forum where slepties of other men's wives and daughters occupied a significant portion.
Moreover, I discovered that this was definitely not an ordinary forum, because I could actually hire "domesticators" for money. The duties of a "trainer" are simple: according to the employer's instructions, they turn respectable women into lustful prostitutes. However, this training is not the mindless, irrational quick-fix of sex toys seen in mindless adult videos.
They prefer to train women openly and honestly; what others see as good girls and model wives are secretly subservient and obedient female slaves.
The next morning, I heard my wife talking to someone at the door from afar. I immediately put on shorts and a T-shirt and went to the door.
"Oh, right, this is my husband, Xiao Yan."
My wife, standing at the door, had already changed into appropriate clothes. Although she had just graduated from university and was already married, her beautiful figure was close to that of an underwear model; even in ordinary home clothes, she was incredibly charming.
She smiled gently and alluringly, her cheeks fair with a rosy glow.
Outside, a thirty-year-old man in a business shirt handed me a business card without saying a word. "Hello, sir, my name is Ye Yonghui, the editor-in-chief of a newspaper. I just learned from your wife that we're in the same profession. I hope we can get along well."
This was a bit too polite, considering I'm a general manager, not just a pure editor, and I'm only twenty-seven years old—nothing compared to his experience.
Smiling, I accepted his business card, told him to wait a moment, and then took my own from the wine cabinet in front of the dining table.
"Xiao Yan, the general manager of the magazine. We just got our publication number, so we need your guidance! This is my wife, Wen Hui."
After a few simple pleasantries, I learned that Ye Yonghui was moving next door to us, not buying a house, but just renting for a while, so he didn't have much luggage. Since we were in the same profession, and with Wen Hui's understanding and approval, I invited him to lunch.
It was Saturday, so there wasn't much to do. Wen Hui and I just helped Ye Yonghui in the next room with some small tasks, like moving newspapers. These are all high-end duplex apartments, quite spacious, with oak floors, and the monthly rent isn't cheap at all.
"This room is really quite nice."
During a break, standing in Ye Ge's living room, looking at the bustling city view through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wen Hui gently put her arm around my shoulder, her long black hair cascading down her back.
"Yeah, it is, quite different from our house. So, Hui Hui, are you interested in staying here?"
I teased my wife with a smile, and she immediately nudged me with her elbow and gave me a charmingly glaring look.
"What does your wife do?"
At lunchtime, in their dining room, Ye Ge asked his wife with a kind expression.
"Currently a housewife, but I think it would be better for her to go out and exercise in the morning and evening."
Beside me, Wen Hui smiled gently as she poured me a drink, and then I poured Ye Ge a glass of wine.
After all, this is called inviting outsiders into the house for dinner, so she changed into a suit that she rarely wears, and Ye Ge and I were also dressed quite formally.
"Our two families really need to keep in touch more often; we're both in the same industry, after all,"
Wen Hui chimed in quietly as we laughed.
"They usually say that colleagues are enemies, but you two, one a newspaper editor and the other a magazine manager, are actually partners!"
Hearing this, Ye Ge and I both smiled. He smiled very calmly, while I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
The white-collar suit Wen Hui was wearing was one she bought in college. As the student council president, she naturally needed this kind of outfit for formal occasions. Her black hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, and her pretty face, which combined innocence and charm, radiated brilliance. Her full breasts were incredibly attractive, and every move she made drew my attention.
After we finished eating and drinking, Wen Hui went to clear the dishes. Ye Ge and I sat in the living room, but he patted my shoulder first and said,
"Here are some things for you. Wait a moment."
He went back to his room first, and when Ye Ge returned, he was carrying two small bottles. He sat back down on the sofa, opened one of the bottles, and found it densely packed with red pills about the size of a nitroglycerin tablet.
"This is for your wife, a Yin-Nourishing and Vitality-Boosting Pill, made from traditional Chinese medicine. One pill daily. Long-term use will significantly increase her sensitivity and nourish her Yin energy."
It was essentially a long-lasting aphrodisiac; I immediately understood its significance.
One pill daily—that's quite a dosage.
"And this one, a Semen-Strengthening and Vitality-Locking Pill."
Another small bottle contained golden pills, Ye Ge explained.
"This is for you, but not the traditional Viagra. After taking it, it will slowly improve your sexual ability. One pill a day is sufficient. During the period of use, your penile erection will be hindered; it will return to normal after you stop taking it. Hmm… do you understand what I mean?"
I took the two bottles, my mind racing.
Clearly, with one Yin-Nourishing and Vitality-Boosting Pill daily, Wen Hui's body would become increasingly sensitive, and her pent-up desires would rise. In this situation, if taking the "Sperm-Strengthening and Vitality-Locking Pill" doesn't lead to an erection, then the result... seems obvious?
"...And then you seduce her?"
Seeing my ambiguous smile, Brother Ye chuckled and said.
"Let's each take one."
The process of taking the medicine was simple. After I took one, I mixed the other one with tea and gave it to Wenhui.
It truly lives up to its reputation as one of the important tools for training a married woman; its water-soluble properties are extremely important.
When it was time for bed that night, Wenhui, after bathing, wore a sexy white nightgown. Whether it was her full breasts, her slender waist, or her full, round buttocks, every part of her exuded sexy charm. After I lay down on the bed, she playfully slipped under the covers and hugged me.
"Husband~"
Her body was clearly very warm, and my wife's body was so soft.
"Shall we do it tonight?"
Having already taken the Yin-Nourishing and Vitality-Boosting Pill, my wife was likely already aroused. However, although I had taken a long-acting aphrodisiac, I couldn't get an erection while taking it. So, when my wife's hand touched my groin, I could only smile wryly and say,
"Shall we... rest tonight?"
The following days were truly normal, at least that's how it seemed to me. My wife did housework at home every day and cooked for me in the evenings. I worked at the company during the day and did my usual things in the evenings. Our neighbor, Brother Ye, would occasionally come over for a meal, chat, and joke around, as if nothing had happened.
However, I did notice one change: due to the daily Yin-Nourishing and Vitality-Boosting Pill, my wife's frequency of seeking intimacy increased significantly. Following Brother Ye's advice, I took a Semen-Stabilizing and Vitality-Locking Pill every one or two days, and didn't have sex with my wife that night.
Under these circumstances, my wife didn't say anything; after all, I wasn't truly impotent, and her unusually high libido wasn't my fault. After a week and a half of taking the medication, she practically sought intimacy every day, while I refused every day or two. Gradually, my wife understood and stopped pressuring me.
Instead, whenever I woke up in the middle of the night, if it was still early, I could hear her masturbating quietly.
To avoid waking me, when her desire was particularly intense, she would even bite down on a handkerchief and constantly tease herself with her fingers. After each moment of excitement, she would gently embrace me, who was pretending to be asleep, give me a light kiss on the face, and then fall asleep peacefully.
However, one time, it was the afternoon of the third weekend when I saw my wife sitting by the bed. Due to the increasingly strong libido from the medication, I got excited and naturally had sex with her. Afterward, Wenhui, afraid of getting semen on the bed, covered her genitals with her hand and ran into the bathroom, but suddenly a scream came from the bathroom.
I quickly jumped out of bed and rushed out of the bedroom.
It turned out that Brother Ye had visited our house again. He was in a hurry to urinate and went straight into the toilet. Wen Hui, afraid of spilling semen, hadn't bothered to lock the door and was sitting naked on the toilet.
"Sister-in-law, I'm so sorry, I was in a rush,"
Brother Ye apologized, the toilet door of course already closed. He chuckled at me as he spoke.
I gave him a thumbs up. Great! His wife, with semen still dripping from her genitals and naked, being cornered at the toilet door by the handsome neighbor—could there be a better way to bring two people closer?
That evening, at Brother Ye's invitation, the three of us ate at his house. Wen Hui seemed a little embarrassed by what happened that afternoon; her face was flushed, and she didn't say much. Brother Ye, naturally, couldn't say anything related to her, so he kept chatting with me to ease the atmosphere. During this time, Wen Hui kept stealing glances at Brother Ye. Brother Ye was handsome, without a doubt.
Thirty years old, gold-rimmed glasses, refined yet physically strong, young and wealthy, and a literary figure who was also an editor-in-chief. Seeing herself in such a shameful state by a neighbor naturally stirred up some unusual thoughts in Wenhui.
Especially given her own heightened sexual desire and her husband's apparent, unquestionable, powerlessness, how could a 22-year-old woman, married for two years and fresh out of university, not feel that kind of intense, almost arousing, attraction to Ye Ge?

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