Repost - ***Contract - Heartbreaking Novel

Inside a magnificent villa on the outskirts of the city, four people sat in the brightly lit living room. My wife, Yu Shouzhen, and I sat opposite us. Opposite us sat a couple, Mr. Wang Jinggui and his wife, Deng Huifang, the owners of the villa. On the crystal coffee table lay an A4-sized contract, its cover bearing four characters:

***Contract.

This heartbreaking story begins two months ago. "If only life were as beautiful as our first meeting, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?

Easily changed is the heart of the beloved, yet they say it is the heart of the beloved that is fickle.

After the words at Lishan, half the clear night has passed, and the night rain and the tinkling bells are no longer a cause for complaint.

How can one compare to the fickle, richly dressed man, who broke the vows of being like paired birds and intertwined branches on that day?" My name is Ouyang Zhi, 33 years old, currently a manager at a medium-sized company in the T City Economic Development Zone. After graduating from university, my wife and I settled in T City.

Let me introduce my wife in detail. Her name is Yu Shouzhen, 27 years old. True to her name, she is pure and virtuous, a true embodiment of purity. She is a classic Eastern beauty, 1.65 meters tall, weighing 45 kilograms, with an oval face and flawless, fair skin. Her long, straight legs accentuate her well-proportioned figure, and her 34C bust always arouses men's fantasies. But what is most captivating is her round, full, and shapely buttocks.

When she wears a tight A-line skirt, the thin fabric perfectly outlines the lines of her hips.

From behind, her slender, boneless waist sways gracefully, creating a beautiful hourglass shape, making her appear like a fairy descended from heaven. Therefore, whenever my wife walks down the street, she attracts a large number of male gazes.

I remember first meeting my wife at a campus recruitment fair my company was participating in; at that time, I was just a junior HR person. Among all the applicants, I chose her because of her outstanding appearance. Driven by selfish motives, I hired her and then used my proximity to her to launch a relentless pursuit.

In school, Shouzhen was the star of the university dance team, and as the most beautiful girl in her class, she naturally had countless suitors. However, the boys who lusted after her beauty couldn't resist making advances early on, and without exception, they were all rejected. Only I learned from their mistakes and restrained my impulses throughout our relationship, finally winning her heart after she graduated.

Actually, our company's general manager was also interested in Shouzhen at the time. This arrogant guy demanded that I step down, promising me a raise and promotion, but I couldn't do something so short-sighted. I decisively resigned with Shouzhen, jumping to another field to find our own way. Looking back, I'm so glad I left in time.

Everything went so smoothly after that: meeting the parents, getting the marriage certificate. But Shouzhen still held firm to her principles, refusing to cross any lines with me. To create our own little world, our parents poured all their savings into a small apartment in T city. Although it wasn't large, it was incredibly cozy and sweet.

On our wedding night, Shouzhen, as if facing death, gave me her virginity, which she had preserved for 22 years.

Every day after our wedding, we could finally enjoy our lovemaking openly. Our nights of passion after marriage allowed us to understand each other completely. The following year, she gave birth to our son, Yuanyuan.

My wife originally worked as an accountant, which required her to travel frequently between different companies. Lacking confidence in myself, I worried that her stunning beauty would easily attract the attention of high-earning men. So, I suggested that Shouzhen become a full-time housewife. At first, she disagreed, but after my persistent persuasion, she finally agreed.

Without my wife's financial support, the burden on my shoulders felt incredibly heavy. Gradually, working overtime became the norm, fatigue overcame my libido, and the return to a mundane routine diluted our once passionate married life. Our focus slowly shifted to our daughter, Yuanyuan. Seeing that our lovely daughter was almost five years old, we began to consider her school enrollment. So, my wife and I started looking for school district housing in the city, planning to buy some within the year.

But as the saying goes, ideals are often far removed from reality. It's just that we were too short-sighted and lacked foresight, failing to buy a school district house as our wedding home right away. Now, the problems we face far exceed our expectations. School district housing has become a highly sought-after commodity by real estate developers and schools, and a major source of headaches for parents. After much searching and inquiries, I finally set my sights on Guangming Primary School, a key primary school in the city center. Listen to their promotional slogan: "Choose Guangming Primary School, and let your child stride towards a bright future!"

But buying a house in the city center is no easy feat. The ever-increasing housing prices have created countless millionaires, while also placing an immense burden on those who have poured all their savings into buying a home.

I visited every real estate developer and agency near Guangming Primary School, and the prices I gathered were: 250-300 million RMB for a two-bedroom apartment and 350-400 million RMB for a three-bedroom apartment. And these were just the prices for secondhand homes. With an annual salary of 200,000 RMB, I consider myself middle-income among my peers, but the mortgage on my current house isn't even paid off yet. Faced with such prices, I still hesitated. Weary and empty-handed, we returned home and collapsed onto the sofa, speechless.

After much deliberation, I've decided that buying a house in a good school district is the best option. That way, we can worry less about our child's schooling later. Thankfully, our child is still young, and we have plenty of time, I consoled myself. However, there aren't many new houses in good school districts right now, and real estate agencies near prestigious schools with good teachers are always packed. Whenever a house becomes available, even a secondhand one, people without connections to the agency can't snag it

. I compared several schools based on factors like transportation, amenities, and the local population, and I think Guangming Primary School is the best fit for our child. But secondhand houses in that area cost two or three million yuan! We haven't even finished paying off our bank loans yet; where would we get that kind of extra money? Although we could get a loan, I don't want to live with decades of debt. My wife slowly laid out the problems one by one. "Should we consider Qingshuiwan Elementary School nearby? Qingshuiwan is no good, absolutely not. Look at the students from that school, how many of them look like students? They're so young, dyeing their hair, smoking, getting into fights, and there are always shady characters hanging around outside. I don't want my daughter with a bunch of migrant workers' kids, so Qingshuiwan Elementary School is definitely out of the question. What about the 21st Century Bilingual Elementary School under the South Bridge? I've seen a lot of their ads. That won't work either. I have a colleague whose son goes to that school. They claim to have bilingual instruction and famous teachers, but they've hired a few fake foreigners who speak gibberish. They're not stingy with the fees, 80,000 yuan a year! Is that even a primary school?" After considering everything, I still think Guangming Elementary School is better. It's a public school, with good teachers, respectable students, and a strict school spirit. I've thought about it; as long as it's for our daughter's good, I'm willing to sell everything I own. But you have to think carefully, going there and back might mean we'll be burdened with debt for the rest of our lives." "Let's go for it! There's a new housing development opening tomorrow, right? We'll go queue up early to get a number." Around 5 a.m., just as dawn was breaking, sanitation worker Lao Zhang drove his cleaning truck towards the city center. As he passed a familiar neighborhood, the endless line of people startled him. He stopped to look. Strange, this wasn't a train ticket agency or a hospital, so what were these people doing here? Judging from their appearance, they must have been waiting here since before 5 a.m.

It was only April, and the chilly wind of the early morning made the people queuing shiver. Old Zhang thought to himself that he had never seen anything like this in his life—a large group of men, young and old, lined up in an orderly fashion, the starting point of which led directly to a place called the Flying Eagle Garden sales office. Old Zhang looked at the group thoughtfully, sighed softly, and drove away in his cleaning truck. I had seriously underestimated the parents' mindset. Standing in the middle of the line, I kept berating myself. I had seriously underestimated the perseverance and patience of Chinese parents. My wife and I had gone to bed early at 8 pm last night, got up at 3:30 am to wash up, and arrived at the sales office promptly at a little after 4 am, only to find a line that was over 50 meters long. They were all parents waiting to get their numbers for the opening of the third phase of the Flying Eagle Garden new development.

My wife brought me milk and breakfast, my lips already chapped from the wind, and we took turns queuing so the other could rest. Finally, 8 o'clock arrived. As soon as the security guard at the sales center opened the doors, everyone surged into the already small sales office like soldiers on a charge.

We got number 127. Under my wife's anxious yet expectant gaze, the salesperson told me that all the apartments under 90 square meters were sold out; all that was left were large units over 130 square meters, priced at over 4 million yuan. This devastating news struck me like a bolt from the blue. If my wife hadn't been supporting me, I probably would have collapsed. "

Hello, we're looking to buy a school district property, so a secondhand one is fine too." "Sir, really, they're all gone." And as you've seen, most of the people buying houses here today are targeting relatively inexpensive two-bedroom apartments. 80% of the customers are even opting for cash payment. If there are still apartments available, why wouldn't we take the sale? I pulled a business card out of my pocket—it was given to me by the sales manager a few weeks ago when I was looking around the area. I was here last month too, and the only apartments I really liked were in Flying Eagle Garden. Could you perhaps think of a way to hold onto any apartments for me if anyone else is in a hurry to buy? After saying this, I slipped 500 yuan in cash into his folder.

The short salesman coughed, adjusted his glasses, and said to me, "I've noticed you two have been coming here quite frequently lately. To be honest, I sympathize with you both; everyone wants their children to go to a good school, right?" Seeing his change in tone, I thought there might be a chance, so I asked, "But you see, we don't need a large apartment, a two-bedroom is enough, really. We can't afford anything bigger." He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I see you're both sincere. I'm a parent myself, so I understand your feelings. How about this: in a year, Phase 4 of the Flying Eagle Garden development will be ready for delivery. I'll reserve a two-bedroom apartment for you both then. What do you think?" Hearing that things were looking promising, my wife and I were overjoyed. "

But if you want to get the apartment as soon as it opens, you have to pay in full upfront, no mortgage. Is that acceptable?" He then asked, "What? A one-time payment? How much?" I panicked, thinking that the price fluctuations over the past year directly affected the final price. What should I do? Should we still buy it?

He flipped through a folder, looked at some documents, and continued, "Well, a standard two-bedroom apartment is around 2.8 to 3.2 million yuan. Of course, we'll offer a discount for a one-time payment, but the fluctuation won't exceed 100,000 yuan.

What do you think?" My wife and I discussed it, and decided that a short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one. "

Then come and pay the deposit later. Remember, if you don't come to buy the apartment then, someone else might snatch it up." After paying the deposit and signing the agreement, my wife and I walked out of the sales office. Looking at my watch, it was already 2 PM. Breathing in the fresh air, I gazed at the ornate buildings of the Flying Eagle residential complex, feeling as if I were already a homeowner.

Only my wife remained worried. She said, "What are we going to do now? We agreed so readily, what if we can't afford the house later? People will laugh at us." Back home, I took out my calculator and started calculating on a piece of paper. Since starting work, after paying off the mortgage, I had 300,000 yuan in savings. I couldn't trouble my parents any further. Even if I took out a 2 million yuan loan, I could only save a maximum of 200,000 yuan in a year and a half, even if I didn't eat or drink. My stocks had almost all sunk to nothing. And then there were the monthly mortgage payments, my parents' living expenses, and my wife and Yuanyuan's expenses—it was still far from enough.

That day, my wife, unusually late coming home from the supermarket, said she had run into her high school classmate, Xiaoqin. I knew that woman; she dressed very seductively and alluringly. She spends her days doing nothing but frequenting bars and nightclubs. I recently heard she married a wealthy businessman she met at a nightclub. Now, having climbed the social ladder, Xiaoqin is driving a nice car and living in a mansion. When she learned my wife was worried about buying a house, she shared a quick way to make a fortune: renting out her uterus to the rich to give birth.

Hearing this, I was furious and cursed Xiaoqin's ancestors for eighteen generations. What a joke! She's so despicable, yet she gives my wife such terrible advice.

Actually, when I saw the news about prostitution before, I secretly laughed: what girl would willingly have a child for a stranger? It's absurd! However, the price Xiaoqin offered left a deep impression: 800,000 yuan for a boy, 400,000 yuan for a girl. That amount of money is incredibly attractive to a small manager like me.

With 800,000 yuan, plus my own savings of 300,000 yuan, and the 2 million yuan loan, that's 3.1 million yuan. That should be enough to buy an apartment in Phase 4 of the Flying Eagle residential complex, I calculated in my mind.

But Shouzhen is my wife, my wife of many years. How could I bear to let her go, let alone get pregnant with someone else's child? Am I going to wear a huge green hat myself? While these wild thoughts swirled in my mind, I kept reminding myself not to do anything foolish. Money can be earned any way; only a beast would do something like that.

My wife handed me a business card, given to me by Xiaoqin. It had a phone number for a prostitution agency and a website. Out of curiosity, I opened the website and saw various success stories of prostitutes getting rich overnight. But that kind of thing might fool country bumpkins, not me. My

wife brought me some cut fruit. Don't let her being hailed as a goddess or princess at school fool you; in reality, Shouzhen is skilled in all kinds of household chores. With such a good wife who can handle both social and domestic affairs, how could I not work hard?

The opportunity finally arrived. The company landed an unprecedentedly large contract, and I was responsible for the bidding process. This was a huge responsibility for me; if successful, the company could earn over a billion yuan, and I would also receive a bonus of several hundred thousand yuan. When I excitedly told Shouzhen the news, she was so happy she jumped and danced around the bedroom like crazy. We smashed our pillows together. To motivate me, she cooked a huge feast. Seeing her happy smile, I secretly vowed to win this project.

But fate loves to play tricks on people. As the saying goes, haste makes waste. The project failed to pass inspection. My relentless pressure to have my team work overtime all night only resulted in their overwhelming resentment and substandard workmanship. The project bonus was naturally gone, and more and more employees chose to leave me. When the last key member of the project team resigned, I thought: it's all over. When I got home, my wife, who had learned of my disappointment, kept comforting me, but she couldn't hide her disappointment.

The next morning, I was called to my boss's office for a lecture. After barely suppressing the urge to smash a chair into that fat man's face, I stood dejectedly on the rooftop, sighing. I thought about my responsibilities as a man, the expectant looks in my wife and daughter's eyes, and the heavy burden my family had carried for decades with the loan. Finally, my hand trembled as I pulled out the business card and dialed that mysterious number on my phone.

A woman answered the phone; her voice was deep and magnetic. When I mentioned the word "***", there was silence on the other end. After a moment, she spoke again: "Shall we meet and talk? It's hard to explain over the phone." She gave me an address and time, and asked me to bring my wife. I checked the address; it was a large, reputable office building. I thought, "It should be fine in that kind of place. She's not going to eat me alive anyway. If my wife isn't satisfied, we'll just leave; consider it a visit."

When I told my wife about it when I got home, she didn't react hysterically as I expected; instead, she fell silent. That night, my wife wouldn't let me touch her. I didn't know if she was angry, and I didn't dare ask. The night passed without a word.

The next day, we picked up our daughter, Yuanyuan, from kindergarten. Our little darling was very happy on the way home. She said they played a school game today, and she was the teacher, managing to discipline the boys who were playing the students. This made my wife and me laugh out loud. Passing by a children's clothing store, Yuanyuan fell in love with a little backpack printed with Pleasant Goat. Encouraged by the shop assistant, she finally got her wish and skipped home with the backpack on her back. "

Carrying my little backpack, I happily went to school.

At the school gate, I stood at attention and greeted them loudly: 'Good morning, teacher! Good morning, classmates!' nodding and saluting politely."

Yuanyuan sang cheerful nursery rhymes all the way, her beautiful voice swirling around us. I walked hand-in-hand with my wife and daughter on the sun-drenched pebble path. On the tranquil lake, several wild ducks raised by farmers frolicked on fishing boats. The sunset painted my wife's face rosy, and I was mesmerized.

My wife laughed and asked, "We're an old married couple, what's so interesting?"

Without thinking, I gave my daughter a sweet kiss in front of her, startling her so much that she immediately leaned against my shoulder and pounded my chest, as if afraid someone would see. My daughter, seemingly jealous, asked me to kiss her too. At that moment, I just wished this moment could last forever. On the evening news, a financial commentator touted his theory of success: "Belief always offers one more chance than doubt. Many successful people succeed because they dare to believe, to believe that stones can turn into wealth, and ultimately they achieve it."

His words later acted like a shot of adrenaline, infusing our souls. As night fell, I took out the paper again and laid out the number I'd calculated countless times before me, then dejectedly crumpled it into a ball. After putting the children to sleep, Shouzhen considerately put the paper and pen away, but that string of numbers still lingered around us like an ominous shadow.

My wife, with her back to me, told me in a trembling voice: "Let's go there tomorrow to find out more." I told my wife the interview location to put her at ease; the time was set for 3 pm. It was so late because I wanted to give my wife and me more time to consider. We remained silent the entire way. I imagined various scenarios in my mind: what if the company was a scam? What if they kidnapped my wife? What if I ran into someone I knew there? Lost in these thoughts, I found myself on the 11th floor of the office building. A sign outside read "Elite ***," alongside brochures and a list of top-tier hospitals they partnered with. I pushed open the door that would determine our fate and saw a scene similar to that of a typical medium-sized enterprise. I had always assumed *** companies were small, clandestine operations, but this one was surprisingly well-organized. A receptionist, security guards, and other staff were all present. Neatly dressed employees moved about, phones rang incessantly, and a Canon printer was constantly faxing documents.

We were greeted by a woman who introduced herself as Ms. Yun. She was about 40 years old, with an intellectual face and black-rimmed glasses. Her appropriate attire and elegant demeanor immediately made me feel more comfortable there.

She inquired in detail about my wife's background, medical history, family structure, education, etc., recording everything in her laptop. Then she called a photographer to take about a dozen photos of my wife. Finally, she told us to go home and wait for news. We felt it was similar to a regular company interview, so we were relaxed throughout. My wife, who had been worried about encountering bad people, no longer had that concern.

About two days later, I received a call from Ms. Yun. She said several major clients had specifically requested that my wife become their "mother" and were willing to pay a high fee. She said the company's phones were ringing off the hook and asked me to quickly find a time to bring my wife to meet the clients.

Hearing about meeting clients, my wife hesitated. After all, this client was different from ordinary clients; the implications were obvious. But we had come this far, what could we do? Let her go. It was just a visit anyway. If my wife backed out, I would wholeheartedly support her.

My wife said she was somewhat reluctant, but before leaving, she still carefully dressed and groomed herself. When she stepped out of the bedroom, I was captivated by her stunning beauty. Today, she wore a white, floral short-sleeved dress. The honeycomb mesh sleeves made her arms look delicate and slender, and a matching belt accentuated her slim waist. The pleats of the skirt echoed the sleeves, and her waist-length hair was styled in a bun with a small ponytail. Her full, moist lips were painted with a newly bought light pink lipstick, and her eyes, styled with mascara, sparkled with captivating brilliance. Dressed like this, my wife could easily pass for a college freshman. "

Let's go," my wife said shyly.

When we arrived at the company again, we found Ms. Yun already anxiously waiting for us at the door. She said that her chaste, angelic appearance had captivated a large number of clients, and even those who originally insisted on hiring a prostitute were now insisting on giving her money to pull strings for them. After saying this, she hurriedly grabbed my wife's hand and led her into the reception room, with me following closely behind.

Inside, a couple was already waiting for us. The older, overweight man's eyes lit up the moment he saw my wife, while the woman adorned with gold and silver sitting next to him gave him a disdainful look.

Ms. Yun introduced both sides to us, making it seem like a blind date.

The couple began asking us various questions, mostly the same ones Ms. Yun had asked before. At one point, the man wanted to go to another room with Shouzhen for a while, but I refused. The older man seemed very angry, glaring at me as if I didn't know my place. My wife and I didn't like them much, and the man's wife was even more jealous, glaring at Shouzhen the entire time. When Ms. Yun praised my wife, she sarcastically remarked that Shouzhen looked innocent, but was actually quite cunning and manipulative. The experienced Ms. Yun abruptly ended the conversation.

Over the next few days, we met with the second and third couples. I noticed a pattern: the men all praised Shouzhen highly, but their wives all gave her the cold shoulder.

This was understandable; at least none of the women present could compare to even a tenth of Shouzhen.

After a while, the people from *** Company thought we were being arrogant. Ms. Yun's face turned grim: "

I said, you two are asking too much. They're billionaires. I have young women who want to have their babies, but they won't take them. But look at you two..." She sighed repeatedly. "Tomorrow is the last couple we've booked. The husband's surname is Wang. They're looking for *** because the woman has a congenital uterine malformation, leading to habitual miscarriages—what traditional Chinese medicine calls 'slippery fetus.' Ms. Yun said if we're still not satisfied, she'd rather not do the business."

What to do ?

The wife gritted her teeth and said, "If things don't feel too bad tomorrow, I'll agree."

A few days later, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Wang, and my anxiety eased somewhat. He looked to be in his forties, with slicked-back hair, an oily face, and a slightly plump, robust build, though his height was obscured by his sitting position. He wore thin-rimmed glasses, a crisp white shirt, and overalls, the cuffs and collar impeccably clean. His wife had long, glossy black curly hair, a shapely figure, and wore a dark dress and a brown shawl, appearing very elegant and poised. My first impression of them was that they were unlike the nouveau riche types I'd encountered before. "

Mr. Ouyang, are you? Hello, please have a seat." The man stood up and spoke to me first, the first person among all the couples we'd met to speak to me proactively. "My name is Wang Jinggui," I said, and he extended his hand to shake mine. "

Hello, Mr. Ouyang, Ms. Yu, my surname is Deng." The woman also spoke, shaking hands with my wife, and then said to my wife, "You're very beautiful." "Thank you," my wife smiled shyly. From her appearance, Ms. Deng wasn't much older than my wife; perhaps due to her excellent skincare, her age was impossible to guess.

For the rest of the time, they didn't ask us any of the questions the others had asked before, but instead launched into a pleasant conversation. I found them to be very talkative and knowledgeable, instantly lightening the atmosphere in the meeting room.

"Oh, honey, look at Xiaoyu! She's such a wonderful girl. Beautiful, a graduate of a prestigious university, she'll definitely give us a wonderful child in the future." Ms. Deng's casual remark immediately brought up the topic of the day. Upon hearing the words "give us a child," my wife blushed and buried her face in her clothes.

"Hehe, Ms. Yu really doesn't look like she's already had a child. You could easily pass for a college graduate," the man lavishly praised his wife. I thought to myself, "This guy really knows how to talk."

After exchanging phone numbers, we ended this strange interview.

Wang Jinggui told me that he very much hoped Shouzhen could become his surrogate mother, but he would never force us. Instead, he would give us time to consider and promised that if my wife agreed, they would transfer some money to our account first. Their kind and intimate attitude left a very good impression on us.

A few days later, I received a call from him. He wanted Ms. Yun to take my wife and me to the Second People's Hospital for a medical examination. The results, of course, were all normal. Watching Ms. Yun holding the test results and chatting and laughing on the other end of the phone, I suddenly felt insulted. In their eyes, my wife was just a commodity; they wanted to inspect the goods before deciding whether to buy her.

Later, Ms. Yun told me that Wang Jinggui was 52 years old, 1.85 meters tall, and very robust.

His wife, Deng Huifang, was only 38 years old, but looked younger than her age. She had fair and delicate skin, and despite not wearing any jewelry, she exuded an awe-inspiring nobility. When I first met her, I felt that this woman must have attracted countless men in her youth. I thought to myself that if it weren't for her congenital uterine malformation, which made her prone to miscarriage and posed a great risk, they definitely wouldn't have taken this step.

After the medical examination, Ms. Yun drove us to the villa where the Wang couple lived. It was the largest and most expensive villa area in the city. In the elegant and unique house, the Wang couple were already waiting for us. As soon as we entered, they looked Shouzhen up and down, their enthusiastic gazes making Shouzhen shyly hide behind me. After Ms. Yun handed them the medical report, she said she had other clients to attend to and left.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the four of us sat on the sofa and began to discuss future plans. Before we had even exchanged a few words, Mrs. Wang remarked that Shouzhen's attire today was far worse than when we first met. Indeed, my wife had worn sportswear today for the medical examination. But Mrs. Wang insisted that a woman should look like a woman, and she said she would change Shouzhen into a nice dress before meeting everyone. My wife couldn't resist the enthusiastic Mrs. Wang and was pulled upstairs to change. Downstairs, only the two of us men remained, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. Finally, he broke the ice. "

Mr. Ouyang, forgive my bluntness, but I've been wanting to ask you a question for a while now. Your wife is so young, beautiful, kind, and well-educated—why did you decide to become a 'prostitute'?" Wang Jinggui asked me. His pace was unhurried, like an interviewer questioning a job applicant. "

I...I stammered, unsure how to answer. I thought to myself, if it weren't for our daughter's future, who would have a child for a rich person like you?"

"Hehe, don't be nervous, we don't mean anything by it, we just want to know your true thoughts." Seeing my rambling, he smiled and told me to relax.

In short, I was forced to summarize:

"So, you're saying you're willing to let your wife do this because of circumstances?" "Yes, you could say that, it's for our daughter's future. I want our daughter to attend the best elementary school

and the best middle school in the city, but the prerequisite is that we have to buy a house near that school district. My income isn't too low, but compared to the house prices there, it's still a stretch. Later, I learned that you were looking for 'prostitutes,' and the compensation was quite substantial." If my wife hadn't said she'd make any sacrifice for the children, I absolutely, positively wouldn't have let her do this. Yes, that's a good answer; it's pure and genuine. I'm sorry to have you undergo medical examinations, but I imagine you share our concerns. "No, that won't happen," I said vaguely, "as long as you keep your promise." I knew I had to appear resolute at this moment, otherwise they wouldn't believe me. If I couldn't gain their trust, all the animalistic stares and humiliation we suffered here today would be for nothing, and all our previous efforts would be in vain. "

Ah, don't worry about that. I'm sorry, I was just asking casually." Before I could finish speaking, I heard my wife's voice from upstairs: "Honey, Xiaozhi, look who this is!" We looked in the direction of the voice and saw my wife, Shouzhen, had changed out of her sportswear and into a sexy blue halter-neck backless evening gown. The dress had a tie at the back of her neck, a high slit on the left side, and the fitted style made the fabric cling tightly to her slender waist and full hips. From below, it was clear my wife was in danger of exposing herself. Long tassels adorned the right side of her waist, the skirt was wavy, and sparkling gemstones adorned the chest. Her original ponytail was styled high to complement the evening gown, making her look incredibly alluring.

Some say that low-cut dresses best showcase a woman's charm, and the most unique feature of this dress was its pleated design at the bust. The slightly puffy pleats made Shouzhen's already ample bust appear even fuller and more defined. Just moments before, she had been a graceful, innocent young girl, but in the blink of an eye, she had transformed into a captivating and alluring woman.

Just as Shouzhen was about to gracefully approach us, Mrs. Wang behind her made an exaggerated gesture, pretending to trip and deliberately dropping her car keys, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Without a second thought, the wife bent down to pick them up, and as she did so, the boundless cleavage beneath her evening gown immediately came into the view of the two men. Her semi-circular breasts were held within the white strapless bra, their large size creating a deep cleavage. This allure, subtly revealed, was far more captivating than nudity itself; Wang Jinggui and I were both stunned.

My wife, perhaps noticing the coolness on her chest and the two large breasts seemingly about to spill out, quickly covered her exposed chest with her hands, her face flushed as she looked at us.

Ms. Deng laughed, saying that a change of clothes definitely made a difference. She added that it was something she wore when she was younger, but clearly her figure wasn't quite as perfect as when she was chaste; otherwise, it would have looked even better. "

Xiao Zhi," Ms. Deng explained expertly, "you said Xiao Yu's bust size is 34C, but I doubt it. That was probably a measurement taken before you got married. After having children, Ms. Yu's size is definitely a D now." I couldn't help but glance at my wife's breasts from time to time.

Then she turned to Wang Jinggui and said, "I've seen it all. Xiaoyu's figure is the real deal. Her skin is so white and tender, it looks like you could pinch water out of it. Her breasts and buttocks are firm and elastic. There isn't a single scar or blemish on her body. Even her private parts are still a beautiful pink. You've hit the jackpot this time!" She said she had never seen such a perfect and exquisite body as Shouzhen's. If she were a man, she would definitely fall irrevocably in love with her. Such a blatant description made his wife blush deeply. She hesitated, unsure of what to say.

After listening to his wife's report, Wang Jinggui smiled with satisfaction. He seemed to take a deep breath to calm himself down and then said, "Well then, let's get down to business. But please allow me to discuss this with my wife alone first. Excuse me." The couple got up and went to another room. Although they were wealthy, they were just an ordinary, kind, and somewhat cultured couple, I thought to myself. Shouzhen and I exchanged a glance. Her eyes were filled with unease and fear about the unknown future. If she had given me a hint, or shown even the slightest hesitation, I would have taken her hand and led her back to our old life. Time ticked by, the air seeming to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

Fifteen minutes later, the two emerged. Zhang Jinggui, his face serious, asked me, "Have you thought it through? Can we sign the agreement?" A childish voice, "Mommy, I love you! Mommy, hug me!" came from my wife's handbag, startling all four of us. My wife had recorded our daughter's sweet voice as a text message ringtone. Hearing this, her previously dazed expression vanished. "But she spoke first," she said.

Those two simple words broke my heart. I saw behind my wife's bewildered eyes a resolute will to make any sacrifice for our daughter's happiness. Mrs. Wang took out a multi-page document from her bag, the words "*** Contract" prominently displayed. When my wife's eyes met those four words, her face turned deathly pale. I picked up the document, and my wife and I reviewed the various clauses together. I pointed to a few items and asked, "Why does my wife have to live in your house? Also, I've read the information; generally, fertilization is done in IVF, and then the baby is conceived in the mother's womb. Why must it be through sexual intercourse? Xiaozhi, you don't understand. Children born through normal procedures are healthier." I wanted to argue, but Ms. Deng pressed on, "Do you know how many shady practices there are in hospitals these days?

Many IVF patients are often mistaken for the wrong parents, and in the end, they don't even know whose child it is. Haha, and if she lives in your house, how can I guarantee that the child will be yours or mine?" Mr. Wang laughed. Throughout, his eyes remained fixed on my wife. The thought of my wife being taken by this man more than 20 years older than him made my hand freeze, unable to hold the pen.

Deng Huifang noticed my hesitation and placed the pen in my hand. I saw my hands trembling, my palms already feeling damp. The pen tip hovered about 10 centimeters from the paper. I'm not usually someone who gets sweaty hands, but once I signed, my wife would no longer belong to me. She would become someone else's pet, someone else's tool, someone else's breeding machine. My wife sensed my thoughts and gently wrapped my hand holding the pen in her handkerchief. I turned around and saw her resolute eyes, filled with tears. I opened my eyes and found myself in a pitch-black house. In the pitch-black space, only one room faintly emitted light. When I walked to the door of that room and pushed it open, I found my wife, Shouzhen, kneeling on the bed like a puppy. She was completely naked, her hands bound behind her back with stockings, being brutally penetrated by a man whose face I couldn't see from behind. The stark contrast between my wife's snow-white body and the dark, rough man behind her was unmistakable. The sounds of their bodies colliding were incessant. "Don't be afraid, I'm coming to save you! No, don't come any closer!" my wife cried out, tears welling in her eyes. "Husband, for our child, you must endure it," she said. "I've only sold my body, but my heart hasn't been taken. I'll always be yours." The man behind her, whose face was obscured, seemed to laugh, thrusting even harder into my wife's tender flesh. He muttered to himself, "Shouzhen, give me a child. After the child is born, your uterus, your body, your soul will all be mine." Then, the door slowly closed. I tried to stop it, but my body seemed petrified, unable to move. "

Husband, wait for me to come home. My heart still belongs to you," my wife buried her face in the pillow, her voice trembling with sobs.

"No, don't go, Shouzhen, we're not doing this anymore, I don't want the money, I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to leave!" I screamed hoarsely, but my voice gradually faded until the door closed completely, and I could no longer see their movements. Only my wife's high-pitched moans behind the door told me about her current state.

Ah, my wife let out a soul-stirring, seductive moan, a sound I knew all too well; it was only when Shouzhen reached her climax that she made such a sound.

Shouzhen... *whoosh*, I threw off the covers and woke up with a start. Sparse sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains. *Phew*, it was a nightmare. I let out a long breath; my forehead and back were covered in sweat, soaking my pajamas. I lay back down on the headboard and instinctively turned over, reaching for the other side of the bed, only to find it empty.

Shouzhen was gone. Yes, this wasn't a dream.

Four days ago, Shouzhen sent her daughter back to her hometown, lying to her family that she had found a high-paying job, the only drawback being that it required long-term overseas assignments. Knowing that my husband and I were struggling to afford a school district apartment, the elders promised to take good care of Yuanyuan. Having settled her precious daughter, Shouzhen immediately moved into the Wang family home, officially becoming their mistress.

According to the contract, she can only visit me or our daughter once a week. Today was Shouzhen's first day home since becoming a mistress. Thinking about the past few nights, my wife, whom I had known since childhood, was in another man's bed, while her husband was left alone in an empty room, feelings of inferiority, frustration, and unease surged forth like a burst dam.

The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later. I've lost count of how many times I've called my wife's cell phone, but each time I only hear a busy signal. Since yesterday, her phone has been switched off.

It really feels like my wife no longer belongs to me.

The distinctive rumble of a Porsche engine came from downstairs; I knew Wang Jinggui was taking my wife home—he was so considerate. Then, I heard the sound of high heels on the concrete steps getting closer; Shouzhen was going home. All my pent-up emotions were released the moment I saw her. Like a child, I rushed to her and hugged her tightly.

Tears streamed down my face the instant my wife saw me. We held each other tightly, without words, without comfort. I just let her cry in my arms, her tears soaking my sleeve. In my arms, Shouzhen looked so fragile, helpless, and pitiful. She was still wearing the simple beige suit she had worn before leaving home, but she looked tired.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, asking, "Husband, I'm so afraid you won't want me anymore." Thinking that half of her current predicament was caused by me, if I had been more assertive, if I had secured that project, if I had hesitated even a little bit back then, I would have kissed her still-damp tear tracks and told her that she was the only woman I wanted for the rest of my life.

Hearing this, her tears welled up again. I asked her with concern if she had suffered any mistreatment at the Wang family's house. After calming herself down, she said that the Wang couple treated her very well. She had almost never done housework there, nor had she ever smelled cooking fumes. The food and drink were always the cleanest and most nutritious. Mrs. Wang even actively encouraged Shouzhen to do yoga and aerobics with her, wanting to keep Shouzhen's body in optimal condition at all times.

They strictly controlled my diet, daily routine, what time I woke up, what time I went to bed, and even our intimate moments.

They manage everything for me today, from what I eat to what I drink. I feel like I'm not even a person in their eyes, more like a pet, a rich person's pet. Deep down, I already know those rich people are going a bit overboard with their obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

I kissed her forehead, a surge of desire shooting from my groin to my brain. I grabbed Shouzhen's slender waist, slipped my other hand under her calves, and easily lifted her boneless body, carrying her straight to the bedroom. It had been a week since I'd been intimate with my wife, but it felt like a year. Shouzhen didn't resist; she closed her eyes, enjoying our French kiss. When I slipped my hand under her skirt, I felt something hard. Ignoring her protests, I lifted her skirt and saw she was wearing a black chastity belt, these oddly shaped shorts with a delicate little lock on each side.

Wang Jinggui, this man in his fifties, had such a strong possessive streak; he even put a safety net on his wife when she went home to visit relatives. My wife said that the man surnamed Wang was afraid I, a young man full of vigor, wouldn't be able to control myself, so he forcibly put a

chastity belt on her. And the more you pulled, the tighter it became. I saw red lines being pulled along the skin around my wife's pelvis, so I dared not act rashly anymore. The honking of a Porsche horn came from downstairs; Wang Jinggui was clearly impatient.

I had thought my wife would at least stay overnight, but it turned out she could only stay for two or three hours. My wife said that she couldn't even go to the toilet with the chastity belt on, so she had to go back as soon as possible. Her eyes were full of guilt, as if begging for my forgiveness. Her large, bright eyes were faintly veiled with tears, like a child who had done something wrong.

There were still so many questions I hadn't had time to ask, so many things I wanted to tell Shouzhen. The incessant honking of the horn downstairs had taken away my wife, who should have been mine, leaving me alone wandering in this empty house.

I rushed into the stairwell and looked out the window. My wife was opening the door of a red sports car. She was fixing her hair and repeatedly bowing and nodding to the people inside. They didn't act like a married couple; they looked more like a master and servant with a clear class distinction. It infuriated me.

But what was even more infuriating was that one rainy night, I was boredly watching an anti-Japanese war drama. Around 11 pm, just as I was about to wash up and go to bed, the phone rang. It was my wife. She said she wanted to stay at my place that night, and of course, I happily agreed.

After an anxious 20-minute wait, the doorbell finally rang. I eagerly opened the door, only to find Wang Jinggui standing there. His face was slightly flushed, he reeked of alcohol, and his suit jacket was soaked with raindrops. "Hello, Mr. Ouyang," he said. Then, Shouzhen, who was standing behind him, came over and said, "Brother Wang had a little to drink today and couldn't drive, so we drove to the nearest place." I hadn't expected this man to come, and I didn't want my wife to bring another man home, so I pulled her aside and whispered, "What if the neighbors see us? They'll say they took a taxi here tonight." Seeing I had no other choice, I had to agree to let them in.

*Hiccup* Wang Jinggui let out a burp. Clearly, he had been drinking; he smelled sour and musty. He said it was because he'd just been dancing at a disco and was sweating profusely. My wife immediately told us to hurry up and take a shower. I usually shower before bed, so the two of us men went first. The last time I

'd shared a shower with another man was back in college. When two men are together, the conversation inevitably turns to women, and finally, I couldn't help but ask him, "Do you and Shouzhen do it every day?" Wang didn't shy away from the question; instead, he proudly boasted, "Of course! I don't want to sleep unless I've had sex with her three or five times a day!" Hearing him say that, I felt a strange, indescribable feeling. I secretly observed his physique. Without his suit and tie, his skin was rough and yellowish, his upper body and shoulders had clearly defined muscles, but his belly was piled high with fat—the beer belly typical of wealthy men. Most striking was his enormous member, long and thick, its full, purplish-red head protruding and swaying with his movements. Its astonishing size made me feel inferior. I then imagined his massive, rough body pressing against Shouzhen's soft, white body, his thick, powerful penis thrusting into her vagina. When it was Shouzhen's turn to shower, Wang Jinggui and I sat on the sofa chatting. He kept praising Shouzhen's beauty and intelligence. Just as I heard Shouzhen emerge from the bathroom, Wang Jinggui rushed in like lightning, carrying Shouzhen into the bedroom that belonged to my wife and me.

With a click, he locked the door. My wife's voice came from inside: "What are you doing? My husband is still outside!" "Little wife, it's your first time being with another man in your own home, isn't it exciting?" he said shamelessly. Then came the sounds of playful roughhousing from inside, as if I didn't exist.

Anger welled up inside me, and I boldly knocked on the door. Wang Jinggui poked his head out, his voice slightly drunk, and asked me to buy him some canned coffee. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw Shouzhen half-reclined on the bed. Her face was flushed, her hair, which had been tied up, was loose, and half of her pajamas were unbuttoned. She was only wearing a small, lace-trimmed panty—I didn't remember buying her such sexy lingerie.

I noticed my wife's pretty face was filled with tension and excitement. I wasn't stupid; I knew what they wanted.

They were just making excuses to get rid of me. Fine, in the time it takes to run downstairs for a can of coffee, let's see what they can do.

I sprinted down two blocks at top speed, bought the coffee, and returned to the apartment complex without stopping.

I calculated it was less than 10 minutes. When I returned, I heard my wife's soft moans coming from the bedroom.

Her voice was intermittent, and she was breathing heavily; clearly, she was deliberately lowering her voice, not wanting to arouse me too much. After another silence, my wife let out a scream, followed by continuous sounds of flesh colliding. Her moans grew louder and more alluring, revealing just how ecstatic she was.

My heart was filled with mixed emotions, and influenced by my wife, I also began to breathe heavily. My lawfully wedded, beautiful wife was now passionately engaging in intercourse with another man on our wedding bed, the very bed where our love was blossoming. I collapsed onto the living room sofa in anger, turning my head towards the bedroom door. I noticed bright white light leaking from the crack under the door. My wife, whom I had married for nearly six years, had always resolutely refused to let me turn on the lights during our intimate moments. Now, however, she was willing to reveal everything about herself to a strange man without reservation.

About 30 minutes later, the bedroom door creaked open. I pretended to be fast asleep, snoring, but secretly kept glancing at the doorway. I saw Wang Jinggui tiptoe to the coffee table in front of the sofa where I was lying, and pull out some tissues to wipe his still-dripping penis. My wife's heavy breathing came from the bedroom.

After cleaning up, Wang Jinggui rushed back to the bedroom. Before the door was even closed, he said, "

It's okay, he's asleep." Then, the two, having won their first time, began whispering in bed: "

Please don't do this anymore, okay? I've already wronged my husband so much." "Hehe, I love seeing you shy." "My little wife, I want it again." "But you just...can your body handle it?" "Don't worry, my little wife, come on, give me a blowjob to get hard." Then, I spent a restless night amidst my wife's sweet, seductive moans, Wang Jinggui's heavy breathing, and the sounds of their bodies colliding. All night long, I tried to cover my head and ears with my hands, pillow, and blanket, but my genitals still stubbornly remained erect. I secretly slipped my hand into my pants and started masturbating until I ejaculated all over my pants before finally falling into a deep sleep.

I don't know if Wang Jinggui discovered this pleasure, but later he offered to let Shouzhen stay overnight at my house one day a week, on the condition that he stay with her the whole time and that she sleep with him that night. Overwhelmed by intense longing, I agreed without hesitation, as long as I could see Shouzhen.

In the following weeks, after a long day, I would think of my wife's beautiful face and her youthful yet mature figure. On every other lonely night, I would wake up calling her name again and again, masturbating repeatedly, thinking of her. To see her a few more times, I suppressed the heartache in my heart and allowed Wang Jinggui to occupy the love nest that had once belonged only to Shouzhen and me. In my own home, I saw them embrace for the first time, kiss for the first time, and watch Wang Jinggui's rough hands slip inside my wife's clothes, caressing the breasts that had once nurtured her.

This heartache and pain became even more unbearable that night. I clearly remember the first time I heard my wife's beautiful moans coming from the bedroom; the anger that welled up inside me as I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. More than once, I grabbed a kitchen knife, wanting to rush into the bedroom and chop Wang's manhood to pieces. But I didn't, because the bank account balance showed that the Wang couple had indeed kept their promise, transferring 100,000 yuan to my bank account the day after signing the marriage contract. If I don't keep my promise, then all my wife's sacrifices, the hundreds of thousands of yuan, Yuanyuan's future, and my previous forbearance will be wasted. So, I can only numb myself with masturbation again and again. Especially when I see Wang Jinggui walking out of the bedroom in the dark with his magnificent penis, his swaggering steps exuding confidence and domineering aura. I secretly watch that huge thing covered in my wife's vaginal fluid, and the thought that my wife's beautiful moans all come from its thrusting makes me furious with my own powerlessness.

It's okay, as long as my wife gets pregnant sooner, he can fuck her one less day, I think, and once again ejaculate into a tissue.

I don't know how many days have passed, but I've gradually come to love the feeling of masturbation again. Since marrying Shouzhen, I've never neglected my little brother, but now, my little brother stands guard for me every day until dawn. I never admitted to liking the feeling of secretly masturbating while imagining someone else having sex with my wife. It was just that on those special days each week, watching Wang Jinggui enter Shouzhen's bedroom shirtless, imagining my wife's snow-white body writhing beneath him, and finally hearing the sound of his thick penis pounding into her body, I couldn't help but masturbate. That feeling was incredibly stimulating.

Wang Jinggui and Shouzhen stayed at my house longer and longer, and he bought more and more clothes for Shouzhen with our savings. Eventually, we couldn't fit them all, so we had to move all my clothes out. So, I often searched the closet for their new lingerie.

I looked through each piece, imagining my wife wearing them. My wife had always been very conservative, never doing anything promiscuous, but now she was flaunting her sexiness to please a complete stranger. I greedily inhaled the lingering scent on the clothes, then, afraid of being discovered, I folded them neatly before daring to put them in the closet.

After three months of this abnormal and intertwined life, the two couples had become very familiar with each other.

I call Wang Jinggui "Brother Wang," and my wife calls Deng Huifang "Sister Deng." Strangely, despite Wang Jinggui's tireless efforts on my wife for the past three months, her belly hasn't conceived at all. This has driven me crazy, as I desperately want to get my wife out of this predicament.

So, I drove around the city visiting various reproductive health hospitals. The experts advised that sexual intercourse should be limited to 1-2 times per week, with a slight increase around ovulation. Excessive frequency, they said, would only lower sperm concentration and survival rate, hindering conception. After hearing the doctor's recording, the Wang couple were speechless. Deng Huifang kept slapping her forehead in frustration, but Wang Jinggui, seemingly concerned, stopped her and told her he would reconsider their schedule.

After Deng Huifang calmed down, she frantically searched books and searched for information online, and soon devised a new conception plan:

1. To ensure sperm concentration, Wang Jinggui and Yu Shouzhen were only allowed to have sex twice a week, with an interval of no less than two days between each time.

2. In their spare time, Shouzhen and Wang Jinggui had to actively exercise, get plenty of fresh air, and maintain a cheerful mood and abundant energy.

3. During the conception period, Shouzhen should avoid contact with me as much as possible to prevent emotional fluctuations. If I wanted to see Shouzhen, I had to visit the Wang family in person, and there could be no intimate behavior during the visit.

4. Shouzhen had to call Wang Jinggui "husband."

After hearing Deng Huifang's suggestions, Wang Jinggui clapped his hands with delight, and so I was kicked out of the house that very day. Just as I was distressed about not seeing my wife for so long, Deng Huifang appeared behind me at the opportune moment and said she would give me appropriate compensation.

Sure enough, this resourceful woman wasn't lying. To fill my sexual void, she quickly made a phone call and said she'd found me a stunning beauty, a sophomore at a university in the city. After much refusal, I finally agreed to pick up my temporary wife, Sister Deng, at the university gate. She said she'd already given the girl my license plate number, and I just needed to wait for her to get in.

Time ticked by, and just before lunchtime, my car door suddenly opened. A beautifully dressed, tall girl got into my Buick Regal. She took off her sun hat and let out a sigh of relief. Upon seeing her, I immediately realized this girl was a goddess—a wasp waist, a voluptuous figure, and a captivating presence. She was almost as beautiful

as my wife, Shouzhen.

When she spoke to me in a voice similar to Lin Chi-ling's, "Are you Brother Ouyang? I'm Xiaoyue," I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, as if I'd been given anesthesia. Such a beauty must have countless suitors at school, and the thought that this gorgeous girl would willingly share my bed calmed my earlier agitation considerably.

She took out her iPhone and made a call, saying, "Sister Deng, I've found Brother Ouyang." The voice on the other end of the phone was loud, and I heard every word clearly. "

Xiaoyue, please spend some time with Brother Ouyang these next few days. I'm begging you, Sister Deng." Hehe, Sister Deng has spoken, how could I dare disobey? What followed couldn't be simpler. We went out to eat together, and before it even got dark, I eagerly took her to a hotel. In the warm and comfortable couple's suite, I released all the pent-up desire of the past few months onto this beautiful girl. She actively cooperated, and we enjoyed various positions. She obediently performed services I had never done before, and I finally experienced my first time ejaculating into a woman's mouth. After our passionate encounter, we cuddled together, and I held her beautiful, alluring body, asking, "Xiaoyue, how old are you? 20." Her voice was soft and pleasant, easily arousing a man's tenderness and protectiveness. Then I asked her a lot of very mundane questions, like why she did this, whether she had a boyfriend, and what her relationship with Deng Huifang was. She said her name was Yue Xiaotong, she was from a rural area, and she was one of the students Deng Huifang was sponsoring through her poverty alleviation program.

She said she was very grateful to Sister Deng for helping her escape the mountains and vowed to repay her with her whole life. When she learned that Deng Huifang came from a wealthy family, she realized that money was not enough to repay the benefactor who changed her destiny.

At a charity event during her freshman year, Deng Huifang was astonished to discover that Niu, the country bumpkin with a dusty face from back then, had transformed into a beautiful young woman no less stunning than today's popular actresses. She then suggested that Xiaoyue assist her, using her youthful innocence to win over their major business and political clients.

I knew that a rural girl like Yue Xiaotong, with her pure appearance, simple temperament, and untainted by the dregs of big cities, would be very popular with wealthy men yearning for a return to innocence. She said she gave her virginity to a middle-aged entrepreneur more than 20 years her senior. "It hurt terribly," she said. "Although I was mentally prepared, I didn't expect it to hurt so much. I thought I must have angered that man, but he praised me endlessly afterward." Later, when Sister Deng closed the deal, she rewarded me with 10,000 yuan. This was the first time I had ever seen so much money; I don't think anyone in my village had ever seen anything like it. Later, Sister Deng arranged for me to meet more people. Each time I served those men well, I would receive a reward from Sister Deng or Uncle Wang. Knowing that I was being used made me very happy. "Among the clients you've served, are there any particularly strange ones?" I suddenly became very interested in her experiences. "

Once, I accompanied the son of an official from S City to dinner, but that man didn't seem interested in me. He said he preferred older women. So that time, Sister Deng and I accompanied that man together." "She was with you?" I asked in surprise. "

But then I thought of Deng Huifang's outstanding beauty and curvaceous figure. They say women are past their prime at 40, but that definitely doesn't apply to Deng Huifang. Even if she were 10 years younger, or even now, if she stood in front of me and seduced me, I believe I would definitely lose control."

As for their transaction, I couldn't say anything. It was simply a matter of mutual benefit. Yue Xiaotong sold her body for money, while Deng Huifang paved the way for the business deal. In fact, Xiaoyue also benefited greatly. She not only earned a fortune that her peers could only dream of, but her outstanding appearance also brought her many good opportunities. Numerous rich second-generation and official second-generation individuals were vying to offer her positions; with just a nod, a meteoric rise to power was within her grasp.

A sparrow transforming into a phoenix—this would surely become a legendary tale at school.

The most important reason Xiaoyue was so successful in various high-society settings was her clear separation of public and private matters. This was taught to her by Deng Huifang: only sex, no emotional involvement, no exchanging contact information—a typical one-night stand woman, and she was no exception with me. Don't be fooled by her seemingly open and honest conversations with me; this is merely Xiaoyue's unique after-sales service, ensuring her clients don't feel empty after a night of passion. In the parlance of casual sex forums, she has a "girlfriend vibe,"

but ultimately, she's just a promiscuous escort. My relationship with her was merely a transaction. I lent my wife to the Wang family, and the Wang family had Yue Xiaotong satisfy my sexual needs during my wife's stay at the Wang family's place. These bizarre days passed peacefully until

the doorbell rang.

Xiaotong should still be in class today; she said she had an English Level 4 exam during the day. Who could it be? I

opened the door to find Deng Huifang. I was surprised; what could have prompted her personal visit?

As soon as she entered, she asked me with concern if I was satisfied with Xiaoyue, if the little girl had been throwing a tantrum, and whether I was being taken care of comfortably, making me quite embarrassed. Then she explained that allowing me and my wife to see each other only once a week was somewhat cruel, but as my wife's belly grew, the frequency of our intimacy would decrease. In fact, to facilitate conception, she had already ordered her husband to temporarily abstain from sex. I was very grateful to her and readily suggested that my wife come back to live with me so I could take care of her, but she refused. She said her husband had already developed feelings for Shouzhen, and besides, if she were pregnant with her child, he would never allow Shouzhen to step out of the house.

I was utterly disappointed. Even if my wife confirmed her pregnancy tomorrow, with ten months of pregnancy, I still wouldn't see her for almost a year. A wave of fear washed over me. "

Don't worry, Mr. Ouyang," Deng Huifang said, patting her chest. "After the baby is born, I promise I'll give you an even more charming and beautiful wife."

I smiled bitterly and said, "I don't need any charm or beauty; I just want her whole." Now that we were talking, things became easier. I asked Deng Huifang why such a smart woman would actively seek other women for her husband—wasn't that contradicting herself? She took a sip of tea to clear her throat and said, "Since my last miscarriage, the hospital basically gave me a death sentence. Losing my fertility is equivalent to not being qualified to be a woman, especially in a wealthy family like ours, where the role of childbirth far outweighs its original meaning. Although I'm relatively well-maintained compared to other women my age, I'm old and no longer as beautiful as before." She said that Wang Jinggui didn't immediately seek new love like other men, but stayed by her side, never abandoning her. He even actively took her to hospitals all over the country, which deeply moved her. Although the final result was that she was still unable to conceive, her husband's meticulous care made her feel incredibly happy. But seeing that they were both already middle-aged, with one foot in the grave, Deng Huifang couldn't bear to see the Wang family bloodline end in her hands, so she encouraged Wang Jinggui to find a woman he liked to bear children for him and continue the Wang family line.

She went to many prostitution agencies and spent a lot of money in vain. Finally, when she saw my wife Yu Shouzhen's photo, her woman's sixth sense accurately told her that this woman was the ideal prostitute they had been searching for.

Even though she was already a prostitute, Deng Huifang said that her original intention was to find a virgin to be a prostitute, but her husband fell in love with Shouzhen at first sight and desperately wanted this respectable young woman to bear his children. So they hurriedly found an agency to arrange our meeting. When Wang Jinggui first saw Shouzhen, he indeed fell hopelessly in love with her. She said she was a little jealous at the time, but when she thought about their ultimate purpose in finding this woman, she buried that bitterness deep in her heart.

After several twists and turns, her husband finally consummated his marriage with Shouzhen. That night, she tactfully gave up her place on the other side of the bed and led Shouzhen, who had just finished bathing and was hiding in the bathroom, into the newly decorated bedroom. She also made her husband swallow two Viagra pills just in case. Then, she hid in the next room from their bedroom, listening to her husband's long-lost roars and growls, while secretly shedding tears. It turned out that the psychological trauma she suffered on that first night was no less than mine.

The next morning, she had just finished making breakfast and intended to take it to the couple upstairs who were still making out. However, her wife, who was an early riser, had already come downstairs. Hearing her footsteps, she turned around and was startled. Shouzhen, wearing her pajamas, was walking unsteadily, leaning on the handrail, her legs turned inwards in a pigeon-toed manner, limping along. Seeing this, she quickly went to help her. "Sister Yu, what's wrong?" she asked anxiously, only to find that Shouzhen was now shy and embarrassed. Her delicate face was flushed with desire, and she dared not look at her. Her body was soft and charming, but she seemed much weaker, having lost the charming and graceful figure of the day before.

Deng Huifang, being experienced, was very perceptive. She clapped her hands and laughed: "Hehe, sister, is it because my husband's thing down there is too big and hurts you?" These words woke Shouzhen up from her reverie, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. Her face burned like fire.

My husband, Wang Jinggui, really doesn't know how to be gentle with women. He knows you're a refined young lady, yet he still forced himself on you. Tell me, sister, how many times did I go last night? Sister Deng, please don't tease me. I know Wang Jinggui's penis is much thicker and longer than average; even when fully limp, it's twice the size

of mine when erect. Although penis size doesn't determine the quality of sex, seeing his naturally superior physique still makes me envious. Deng Huifang said that Shouzhen's behavior after sleeping with Wang Jinggui didn't resemble that of a woman who had already given birth; her shy and bashful demeanor was more like that of a virgin experiencing her first sexual encounter. She spoke so naturally, so sincerely.

Following him downstairs was Wang Jinggui, looking refreshed and radiant. Seeing her husband still savoring the afterglow of their passionate encounter the previous night, she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that choosing Yu Shouzhen as her lover was definitely the right decision. She remembered a doctor's advice: couples are most likely to conceive when they are in a good mood. So, she bought Shouzhen many sexy, transparent lingerie pieces and insisted she wear them throughout their stay at the villa. Her aim was to arouse her husband's sexual desire, allowing him to fully utilize his abilities on this alluring, seductive young woman.

Sometimes, the lustful Wang Jinggui would even invite Deng Huifang to join in a threesome. The understanding Deng Huifang knew that what truly fueled her husband's desire was the amorous young woman beside him. Therefore, she would do her utmost to arouse her husband and Shouzhen's sexual desire each time. Once they were in the mood, she would hand the baton to her husband. Wang Jinggui was very grateful for his wife's generosity and painstaking efforts, and he lived up to expectations by making Shouzhen feel like she was in heaven every night, reaching multiple orgasms.

Even more extreme, she would barge into the bedroom where the two were engrossed in their lovemaking, and under her husband's astonished gaze, whisper sweet nothings in Shouzhen's ear, teaching her how to twist her waist and hips when a man was being caressed, how to swallow and lick when giving a man oral sex, and how to contract her anus and suck her vagina when receiving a man's thrusts, so that her husband could enjoy it better. After hearing Deng Huifang's report, my jaw almost dropped to the ground. Is this still a brothel? Am I pushing my wife into a fire pit? It turns out that for the first three months, they spent every day like this. "

You're lying to me, Shouzhen wouldn't do this," I retorted weakly. "

Xiaozhi, why would I lie to you?" "Judging from your tone, wasn't your wife like this before?" Deng Huifang asked suspiciously.

"Shouzhen never gave me oral sex, and she never wore those thin, revealing clothes, haha." Deng Huifang chuckled. "No way, that means Xiaozhi, you don't understand your wife. If you don't believe me, come to our house for a day and you'll see what your wife is really like." A black Buick Regal sped along the asphalt road in the suburbs, the light rain blurring the scenery. I arrived at the villa with a nervous heart. Seeing Deng Huifang already waiting for me at the door made me feel a little flattered. She was holding a black umbrella, wearing a brown knit sweater and a black ruffled skirt. Her legs were straight, and the white wall accentuated her beautiful curves. "You're here, come in," she said.

As soon as I entered, I saw Shouzhen slowly coming downstairs in a floor-length nightgown. Her hair was messy, and one shoulder strap was half-dangling. Looking sleepy, she clearly had just gotten up. Shouzhen didn't seem too surprised to see me; perhaps Deng Huifang had already told her. That wasn't important. The problem was it was already 10 a.m., which seemed a bit late for Shouzhen, who hadn't slept in for 27 years. "

Here, dear sister, have some bird's nest soup to soothe your throat." Deng Huifang brought a bowl of bird's nest soup to her wife. "You were so loud last night, your mouth must be dry, haha. My husband, really, at least give your sister some water." "Oh, Sister Deng, Ouyang is here." Her wife's voice was barely audible, her gaze avoiding my gaze. "

Alright, Huifang, stop teasing her. You know she's shy." Wang Jinggui, wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, came out from behind. "Finally, you have a good sister. We're all family now, haha." As he came downstairs, the large bulge in his crotch jiggled, its size and imposing presence palpable even through his pants.

After some pleasantries, Shouzhen went to wash up, while Deng Huifang pulled Wang Jinggui aside and explained my purpose.

He glanced at me and said, "Let him take a look, no problem. Just don't have any bad intentions." I cursed inwardly, "Shouzhen is clearly my wife, how did I become the one with bad intentions?"

Watching them finish what I couldn't tell was lunch or breakfast, I kindly helped Deng Huifang clear the dishes, only to find my wife missing. Deng Huifang explained that she had gone to change clothes; with guests today, she couldn't wear pajamas anymore, it wouldn't be proper.

A moment later, Shouzhen appeared before us in formal attire. She had changed into a white off-the-shoulder cheongsam. Although I had seen countless actresses wear cheongsams in movies and television, my wife wore one with a unique charm.

The cheongsam embodies both the reserved and gentle elegance of traditional Chinese women and the simple and capable style of modern women. Deng Huifang said this cheongsam was designed by a famous designer, perfectly showcasing the most alluring curves of a woman's waist and hips. Wearing this exquisitely crafted dress, my wife truly looked like a refined lady from an old Shanghai alleyway.

Shouzhen had become more beautiful—that was my first impression upon seeing her. But I noticed more than that

. I was surprised and pained to discover that her breasts were fuller and rounder than before, her high, firm breasts... (The text abruptly shifts to a different topic) >

Although I know this isn't my wife's fault, I still feel resentful seeing my pure and innocent wife being developed and trained by another man

.

After chatting for a while, Deng Huifang pulled Shouzhen away to do something, leaving Wang Jinggui and me drinking and chatting. The conversation gradually turned to that kind of thing. After a few rounds of drinks, Wang Jinggui became increasingly vulgar. He described to me with great enthusiasm every movement and expression Shouzhen made under him that night, and what positions he preferred to bring her to orgasm. "Believe it or not, I've had sex with her more times in the past few months than you've had since you got married," he said. "Now, every

time we make love, her moans are very loud." "No, Shouzhen doesn't do that. She's always been afraid to moan," I replied. "You don't understand your wife. Not only does she moan very loudly, but she's also very wet down there. Her pussy is not only tight but she also actively sucks my penis. She even wants to eat my semen. Don't say anymore, hehe. What's wrong? Let me tell you, Shouzhen said that once she gets pregnant, she'll let me fuck her asshole.

Because she doesn't want to see me playing with other women." Do you know what position Shouzhen likes best? Do you know where her erogenous zones are? Do you know if she prefers gentle penetration or rougher ones? *gulp* I swallowed another half-glass of wine in one go. Suddenly, I felt dizzy and fell into bottomless darkness. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt someone pushing me incessantly. "Xiaozhi, Xiaozhi, wake up, wake up,

Xiaozhi!" I struggled to open my eyes, only to find the villa pitch black. I was about to ask if the power was out when Deng Huifang pointed to a backlit door at the far end of the second floor and said, "Please don't be surprised, it's conception time now." I was a little nervous, but I still followed her into the only bedroom with a light on. As soon as I entered, I found Shouzhen lying half-naked on the bed, wearing a white lace lingerie set, her long hair scattered on the sheets. My drunkenness subsided, and my head immediately felt hot and bothered.

Sitting on the other side of the bed was Wang Jinggui, wearing only his underwear. He said to Shouzhen, "Little wife, your man absolutely must see how you conceived. Let him see more closely today, okay?" "No, no, husband, go away! I beg you, please don't look!" Shouzhen pleaded, trying to get up and push me out, but Deng Huifang stopped her. She then said, "Sister Yu, ask your husband. If he wants to see, let him stay; if not, let him leave, okay?" Three pairs of eyes stared at me. Thinking about how I might not see my wife for months after her pregnancy, I stammered, "I...I want to see."

Shouzhen looked at me incredulously. Before she could react, Wang Jinggui stood stiffly in front of her. "

Blow on me first," he commanded condescendingly, his hands beginning to knead her breasts through her bra.

My wife, whom I've longed for day and night, my gentle and virtuous mother, was less than three meters away from me. She reached out and pulled down the man's underwear, and his enormous penis sprang out like a spring-loaded knife. "

Suck it for me," Wang Jinggui said again.

Shouzhen hesitated, glanced at me, and then obediently opened her small mouth to welcome the ugly, thick penis.

My wife's serpentine tongue coiled around the head of his penis, which was the size of a duck egg, and occasionally stimulated the urethral opening with the tip of her tongue. Seeing that the penis was already covered with saliva, Wang Jinggui grabbed Shouzhen's head and thrust in and out like he was penetrating her. I saw that my wife's small mouth could not accommodate Wang Jinggui's huge penis at all; it could only barely go in halfway, but he still roughly forced the long penis into the mouth of the woman beneath him. Shouzhen made painful whimpering sounds. Sometimes the head of his penis went deep into her throat, and she gagged repeatedly in discomfort, but she still tried her best to hold the penis in her mouth to prevent it from slipping out. "

Okay." Wang Jinggui voluntarily pulled his penis out of his wife's mouth. At this moment, the huge weapon was erect, forming an acute angle with his body. The veins on the saliva-covered penis bulged, making it look exceptionally fierce. He picked up Shouzhen and placed her on the large bed, stripping her naked.

I don't know if it's been almost half a year since I last saw my wife's body. Seeing Shouzhen's breasts, now a D-cup, rising high and seemingly unaffected by gravity, her graceful, snow-white body appearing as if sculpted by a master craftsman, and her perfectly toned abdomen, and that tiny hole I've wanted countless times in my dreams... Oh my god, I'm going crazy! My wife looked timidly at Wang Jinggui, who forcefully spread Shouzhen's snow-white legs. With a cry of pain, her thick penis ruthlessly shoved into her naturally tight vagina.

"Ahhhhhh!" my wife cried out loudly. Wang Jinggui thrust vigorously, the intense impact causing her hemispherical breasts to throb.

Watching my wife scream so desperately, I suddenly felt she was a complete stranger. We've been married for six years, and every time we made love, she would always endure it with a forced moan. I asked her about it, and she always said she was ashamed and didn't want the neighbors to hear. But now, my wife, who wouldn't even turn on the lights during sex, was moaning like an adult film actress.

My wife, from a scholarly family, a well-bred lady, a graduate of a prestigious university, never even let a man touch her hand during courtship, only surrendering her virginity on our wedding night. Her mother named her Yu Shouzhen, hoping this precious daughter would remain pure and chaste. But now, in this blissful moment, Shouzhen had thrown away her reserve, abandoned her silence, and like a parched woman seeking rain, she stepped forward to beg for pleasure.

The scene was exactly like my first nightmare. Wang Jinggui's penis was rapidly thrusting in and out of his wife's honeyed vagina, his egg-sized testicles slapping against her vulva. His wife's eyes were languid, her skin like a peach blossom, her body glistening with a smooth sheen of oil. "

Change positions," Wang Jinggui commanded.

Shouzhen obediently rose, twisting her waist, carefully preventing his penis from slipping out. Then she knelt on the bed, burying her head deep in the pillow. Wang Jinggui's large hand gripped Shouzhen's slender waist, lifting her lower body to her abdomen with a slight effort. His thick, honey-scented penis pressed against Shouzhen's shapely, round buttocks. His fat belly thrust forward, the head roughly forcing open her delicate, narrow vagina.

Shouzhen, who had just rested for a while, once again relinquished her right to remain silent. I think Wang Jinggui's thick, long thing must have reached very deep inside her, at least a depth I've never reached.

"How can you see clearly from here? Come to the back and see," Deng Huifang pulled me to the back of their joined bodies.

My wife's round, full buttocks were facing me, and in the center of the full moon was a thick, dark penis.

I could clearly see Wang Jinggui's body moving against Shouzhen's snow-white body. His thick penis thrust in and out, pulling out pink flesh from the vaginal walls as it withdrew. "

Husband, don't look! Ahhh! Ohhh! Uhhh!" I knew perfectly well that my wife was naturally beautiful, with an incredibly small and tight vagina. Therefore, when Wang Jinggui's penis, which was far longer and thicker than mine, penetrated her, she must have felt full and satisfied, experiencing ecstasy.

And Wang Jinggui, squeezed by the soft, smooth vaginal walls, was also enjoying indescribable pleasure. He seemed to really like the doggy style position, which fully satisfied his desire for conquest. His hairy hands gripped Shouzhen's slender waist and thrust powerfully against her snow-white buttocks, gradually increasing the pace.

The two of them were engaged in a frenzied, drunken act, their bodies entangled, the pristine white sheets stained with the wetness left by Shouzhen. Deng Huifang, watching from the sidelines, embellished the scene, telling me that Shouzhen hadn't let loose today; normally, her moans could be heard even from downstairs. She even made me lie down where they were joined, saying it would be more exciting to watch that way.

Wang Jinggui generously spread his legs to make room for my head; his large, hairy testicles even slapped against my chin and nose during thrusts. Thick fluid dripped from their point of contact, landing on my face and in my mouth. I couldn't tell if it was Shouzhen's vaginal fluid or Wang Jinggui's semen. I pulled away at the opportune moment, and Deng Huifang handed me tissues to wipe myself.

Oh, Wang Jinggui began to roar; we all knew he was a bastard. I saw his penis swell and tremble, his two testicles constantly squeezing and contracting, transporting the sperm gestating in his scrotum into his penis. Then, Wang Jinggui's buttocks trembled violently, and he finally ejaculated all the semen he had gathered into Shouzhen's womb.

With a soft "plop," as he withdrew his penis, thick, white fluid kept squeezing out of Shouzhen's swollen vulva. My God, he ejaculated so much. But that wasn't all. Not yet satisfied, Wang Jinggui moved his penis to Shouzhen's mouth. My lovely, innocent wife, without even thinking, took the already slightly pale glans into her mouth and sucked hard. Wang Jinggui closed his eyes tightly in pleasure, making "oh oh" sounds.

After cleaning his penis, Shouzhen glanced at me as if waking from a dream, then shyly hid under the covers with her back to us. Wang Jinggui stretched and prepared to go out for a drink of water, and I was pulled out with Deng Huifang.

"How about it, Xiaozhi? Seeing is believing today. Shouzhen is this kind of woman. I didn't lie to you, did I?" She smiled smugly. "You should thank me, hehe." I didn't know what to say for a moment. Yes, I should thank you. I finally saw how my wife was conquered by a big cock. I finally witnessed how Shouzhen was conceived these past few months. Seeing my wife become so lewd and vulgar, yet showing such a happy and comfortable expression, I really should thank you. "Xiaozhi, if you can't stand it, hurry home and find Xiaoyue." Deng Huifang kindly reminded me. "

Do they do this every day and then go to sleep?" I asked.

"Hehe, my husband Wang has been holding back for two days and hasn't had enough. Usually, they do it three or four times before going to sleep." Sure enough, that night Wang Jinggui ejaculated three times in Shouzhen's vagina. Each time, he and the pure and lovely, beautiful young woman reached the peak of their lovemaking. In the end, my wife nestled affectionately in his arms, without looking at me again. Her delicate, snow-white hands occasionally grasped his already exhausted penis, gently massaging and caressing it.

Today, I truly witnessed how my wife was conquered and possessed. This was perhaps the most unforgettable memory of my life. I was completely unaware that my crotch was about to burst. Deng Huifang pulled me, who was completely out of my mind, out of the bedroom and turned off the lights for them.

Today, I visited my wife at the Wang family villa again. Upon seeing me, Wang Jinggui's face darkened, and he angrily ran upstairs. Deng Huifang, however, warmly welcomed me. She called out Shouzhen, who was only wearing a red slip dress. My weekly meeting with my wife took place under her full supervision.

"I think I've gained weight. If I stay any longer, I might become a big fat woman before I even get pregnant." The wife said, lifting her nightgown and pinching the flesh on her stomach. She used to be too shy to even wear miniskirts, but now she was making such a bold move. However, she was clearly overthinking it. Due to her healthy lifestyle and regular exercise, her waist was incredibly slender, and the fitted nightgown looked loose on her. "

Xiao Zhi, since you're here, why don't you finish your meal before you leave?" Deng Huifang said, then called to Shouzhen to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Before the words had even faded, Shouzhen's brow furrowed, her pretty face turning even paler. She quickly turned her head to the side and started dry heaving.

Even a child would know what was going on if they saw this.

Deng Huifang was startled, then rushed to Shouzhen's side with overwhelming joy, grabbing her hand and saying, "Good sister, you're pregnant!" Before Shouzhen could even react, she shouted to Wang Jinggui, who was still sulking upstairs, "Husband, your little wife is finally pregnant!" With that, Wang Jinggui stumbled down the stairs, and before he could even finish asking a question, he grabbed the petite and delicate Shouzhen, rubbing his face against her belly.

Unlike the Wang family's ecstatic expressions, my heart ached as if pierced by needles. My wife was pregnant, but not with me, her husband; it was the child of a middle-aged man over fifty. As the family celebrated this sacred moment, I quietly went into the bathroom, tears streaming down my face. I didn't know if it was the joy of finally escaping the torment of chastity or the unbearable shame of my beloved wife being pregnant with another man's child. Deng Huifang rushed her wife to the hospital for a checkup, and sure enough, her uterus showed signs of pregnancy. She then made several phone calls, saying she needed to make sure her wife was well taken care of for the upcoming delivery.

I didn't see my wife again until three months later. That day, I took my daughter and Xiaoyue to the wetland park to fly kites, trying my best not to let the little one cry because she missed her mother. But many families came there for barbecues and play on the weekend, and Yuanyuan inevitably saw other children and their mothers acting cute. "

Daddy, I want Mommy, I want Mommy! 5555!" Yuanyuan cried again, and I comforted and hugged her, feeling sorry for her.

"Yuanyuan, don't cry, don't cry. Come play with the windmill with your sister, okay?" Xiaoyue quickly diverted Yuanyuan's attention. During this time, Xiaoyue became Yuanyuan's temporary mother, because she said she loved children, especially girls.

Since my wife became pregnant, Xiaoyue and I had been living together as a couple. She took meticulous care of my daily life. She was a good cook, had good grades, and was also good in that area. Having such an excellent girl by my side made me feel a little giddy, though I wondered which young man would take this happiness away. Around noon, Xiaoyue coaxed Yuanyuan to take a nap in the shade, while I got up to find the restroom. Passing by the artificial hill, I saw a familiar figure: Wang Jinggui, dressed in golf attire, and Shouzhen, who was clearly pregnant.

They were walking towards a secluded spot, and I followed them. When I heard voices coming from around a corner of the artificial hill, I hid behind it. "

Absolutely not, especially since you already have a wife. You can't betray her," Shouzhen said softly.

Wang Jinggui's voice was loud and clear, as if he wasn't afraid of being overheard: "You mean Huifang? She's already agreed to let you be my concubine. No, I don't want to! Do you want me to follow you around in this ambiguous way for the rest of my life? Have you considered what people who know me will think? What will my family think about my chastity? You don't know, among men of similar status to me, there are plenty who have two or three wives. And they're all legally married, just needing to change their household registration information at the street office and registry office. They have state-issued marriage certificates, and their marriages are state-recognized. Don't force me, okay? According to the contract, we can't have feelings for each other. And after the child is born, I can't see him/her again. Chastity, even a day as husband and wife is a hundred days of kindness. Don't you really have any feelings for me at all? I ask you, whose child is in your belly? Whose bed do you sleep in every night? And who makes you feel so good every night? Stop talking! I'm chaste during the day, I'm sincere towards you, can't you feel it? As long as you marry me, I guarantee you'll never have to live that kind of life again."我们的孩子会上最好的小学，最好的中学，最好的大学。我们还要送他去国外深造。不那是你的孩子，我的孩子只有圆圆。守贞，别再骗自己，你肚子里怀着我跟你的骨肉。将来他就是你我的孩子，而你是他的母亲，现在是，将来是以后的一辈子都是我求求你，你不要再说了好吗我快疯了要守贞我爱你，我现在就要你。不，不要。那样对胎儿不好胎儿现在还小，没关系的，守贞，我真的忍不住了，我要你。啊你你这个啊啊轻一点，我会出声的恩啊啊啊呀这个王八蛋，原来心里在打着这个主意。我很想冲进去把他暴揍一顿，但那样太尴尬了，於是我假装偷偷在这里小解的游客，拿出手机把音量调到最大放出最炫民族风，果然，假山那头像是被惊雷劈到似的，传出激烈的栓皮带声和衣服的摩擦声，不用看我都知道他们现在有多搞笑和狼狈。

Watching their retreating figures, a sudden emptiness welled up in my chest. My wife had only lent her to them as a prostitute, yet now Wang Jinggui wanted to possess her—how dare he!

However, I was surprised to notice her figure; I was astonished at how much larger her breasts had become, even imagining that she could quickly give birth to her baby and properly nurse her.

Looking at Shouzhen, her belly swollen with pregnancy, I felt waves of heartache and self-reproach. The thought of how she had been naked and played with by Wang Jinggui countless times, how her elastic breasts had been kneaded at will, how her tight, virgin-like vagina had been brutally violated and penetrated countless times—it was all my fault. If only I had studied harder back then, if only I had found a higher-paying job, if only I had learned to flatter earlier, if only I had a house in a good school district—just thinking about these things filled me with immense jealousy and inferiority towards Wang Jinggui.

Suddenly, a sentence came to mind: "Never having experienced joy, yet already a memory." "Brother Ouyang, you...umm...today...ah...how...how...so vigorous...umm...ah..." Xiaoyue's childlike moans were incredibly pleasurable; her soft panting seemed to encourage me, boosting my morale. The pressure accumulated at the company during the day was finally released completely at this moment.

"Brother Ouyang, I want it! Ahhh, you're killing me! Mmm!" Her voice grew increasingly wanton, uttering words that contradicted her innocent appearance. If her classmates and admirers at school heard this, they probably wouldn't be able to sleep for several nights

. After a while, we switched to the woman-on-top position. Xiaoyue straddled me, rhythmically swaying her ample hips up and down and side to side, constantly displaying her sexiness and allure. This position made me feel so relaxed and timid. I reached out to grab her C-cup breasts, and then... I felt a strange

sensation as I looked at her. I felt a surge of pleasure as I touched her breasts ...

"See? You still don't believe me? Your husband's been sleeping with a young girl all along," Wang Jinggui said smugly.

Shouzhen didn't speak, but I sensed her face turning terrifyingly ferocious. This was more horrifying than being scolded or beaten. The two of them turned and left. Still shaken from the earlier shock, my penis deflated like a punctured balloon, sliding limply out of Xiaoyue's vagina.

Xiaoyue was a smart woman; she quickly dressed and left the room. I saw her nod at Wang Jinggui before rushing away. Before I could ask why they had suddenly visited, I rushed to explain to Shouzhen. When my hand touched her shoulder, Shouzhen jerked away as if electrocuted.

No matter what I said, what I did, or how many times I knelt and swore to her, she remained unmoved. Finally, Shouzhen gave me a contemptuous look, then took Wang Jinggui's arm and left the house. A moment later, the engine of a Porsche roared downstairs, slowly driving away from the complex.

I hurriedly called Deng Huifang, asking her to explain to my wife, but the line was constantly busy. Damn it, what a coincidence! I finished dressing, went downstairs, started the car, and drove towards the Wang family villa. Thinking of my wife's look earlier, I felt a surge of anger and pressed the accelerator harder, not caring about speeding.

After crossing the last bridge, the Wang family villa was in sight. Suddenly, an electric tricycle darted out from the side road ahead, crossing the street. My car, already going over 80 km/h downhill, knew I couldn't avoid it and slammed on the brakes. The car slid sideways due to inertia, and my door slammed into the side of the tricycle. The driver was thrown off, and the watermelons on the tricycle shattered, staining the asphalt red. Having forgotten my seatbelt, I put my head on the windshield, and then everything went black…

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