My teacher wife

I was born in a large city in northern China. I started working in the computer industry at the age of 20. Because of my technical background, I was often praised, which instilled in me a deep love for the profession. With time and experience, I solved countless problems for many people, gaining wider recognition and building a large client base. Encouraged and helped by these clients, I started my own business at the age of 27, opening a small computer shop in the city's electronics market. Thanks to my network, business was booming. In

just two years, I went from a computer technician to a small business owner, and my shop naturally grew from a small operation to a large-scale business, reaching the peak of my career. My capital increased significantly, and I eventually bought a house and a car. This also earned me the respect of many friends and family, who then started trying to set me up with potential partners. Since I was successful, it seemed like I should find a girlfriend and settle down. I met many girls, but none of them were to my liking. Perhaps my success had made me a little arrogant? Had my standards become too high?

So many girls were unmoved, and my answer was certainly not what everyone thought. It was true, I didn't have a girl I liked. Just when I was overwhelmed and confused by all the girls I'd met, I happened to go to a well-known elementary school in the city to deliver a contract. There, I met my true goddess. She was a teacher at the school named Chen Xue. Young, beautiful, and with a great figure, I fell in love at first sight. Later, through other teachers at the school, I learned that she was the principal's beloved daughter, 26 years old, and had achieved the title of outstanding female teacher in the city entirely through her own efforts, without relying on her father's position. It was truly amazing, and I was filled with admiration. According to some of the school's leadership, many wealthy young men had pursued her, but none had caught her eye. Despite her noble beauty, she didn't easily accept anyone's advances. Hearing all this, I felt an urge to pursue her.

Not long after, as expected, I had the opportunity to meet her. She was preparing for a lecture, and I heard that leaders from the provincial education bureau had come down to listen to her lecture. Coincidentally, the USB drive she was going to use for the lecture wouldn't open that day, and all her lecture preparation materials were on it. With less than two minutes left before the lecture, she was very anxious. At that moment, I also received a call for help from the school principal, who asked me to come over immediately, saying that the matter was extremely urgent. After hearing this, I immediately grabbed my all-purpose laptop and rushed to the school. Because the matter was so sudden, I didn't ask the shop's technical staff to go. Instead, I decided to go myself, since it was an urgent matter that couldn't be delayed.

When I arrived at the school, I immediately went to Chen Xue's office and found her. This was my first time meeting her, and I could tell she was very anxious. Through some conversation, I roughly understood the problem and determined that the data could not be previewed due to the USB drive being forcibly plugged and unplugged. Based on this, I immediately used the dedicated USB data recovery software on my all-purpose laptop to start repairing the USB drive. With my skillful techniques and operating procedures, I solved the problem in less than 5 minutes. At this moment, Chen Xue's anxious expression turned into a happy smile, and she quickly thanked me. From then on, Chen Xue developed some goodwill towards me, and I took advantage of the situation to win the heart of this outstanding female teacher at the city level.

Finally, hand in hand, we walked down the aisle to our happy marriage. I was 29 years old that year, and she was 26. In the grand hall of our marriage, I personally placed a diamond ring on her finger and made my vows of love. From then on, my life began a new chapter. We spent three years together, enjoying a sweet and happy life, deeply in love with each other. We worked hard, struggled, and protected the fruit of our love in our newly built little nest.

In the three years of our marriage, my wife Chen Xue and I never argued or quarreled. Instead, we were always loving and respectful, maintaining a stable and loving relationship. Our only regret was that we couldn't have children. We didn't know who was causing the problem. Under pressure from both sets of parents, Chen Xue and I went to the hospital for checkups. When the results came in, the doctor said the problem was with me. My sperm motility was low, making fertilization difficult, but it could be gradually improved. My wife's results were normal, with no issues. Hearing this, I was deeply troubled and couldn't calm down. Then, my wife took my hand and pulled me aside, quietly telling me not to tell our parents yet. She told me to tell them the results were normal and keep it a secret for now, and we'd figure out treatment and recuperation later.

Looking into her eyes, I knew she was encouraging me, telling me not to give up, to listen to the doctor's advice, and to calm down and try to adjust.

Hearing her comforting words, I gradually calmed down and felt much better.

My wife, Chen Xue, is a gentle and virtuous homemaker, but also a very career-driven woman. Now 29, she's become even more beautiful and mature, maintaining her stunning figure and flowing hair. At 1.69 meters tall and 5 kilograms, she stands out among women. Coupled with her beautiful face, she's become the goddess in the eyes of many men, which makes me incredibly proud. However, I also feel a slight sense of insecurity, but I don't take this potential, unrealistic anxiety seriously because I firmly believe that my beloved wife Chen Xue and I will grow old together, inseparable.

Now 32, I've been searching for a cure for my low sperm motility, trying many methods recommended by doctors, but without improvement. I've visited famous hospitals in major cities, all to no avail. But my wife Chen Xue hasn't complained about my condition; instead, she's always encouraged and comforted me, telling me not to give up, that there's always a way.

This is my only source of emotional support, so I face this situation with optimism. Without my wife's comfort and encouragement, I might have collapsed long ago.

As I get older, my sex life with my wife, Chen Xue, has become less and less frequent. Now, we're lucky if we can have sex twice a month. It feels like my body has been hollowed out, and my desire for sex is getting lower and lower. I remember when we first got married, we could have sex more than twice a week, and each time it would last more than half an hour. Our sex life was very harmonious. But now, the number of times we have sex each month has decreased significantly, and each time it's hard to last more than a minute. Is it because I'm getting old? Am I impotent?

Or is it because of the negative psychological pressure caused by low sperm motility that I have sexual dysfunction and a drastically decreased libido? Perhaps that's true, but it's also possible that our sex life has become too bland and boring over time, gradually losing its initial novelty and the source of stimulation.

My wife, Chen Xue, has never mentioned any of this to me, nor has she ever complained. She's always been so gentle and considerate, which makes me feel guilty. I feel so sorry for her. At 29, she's in the prime of her life—young, beautiful, and with a touch of maturity. Her sex drive must be very strong and vibrant, yet she's never found release or relief. I have no idea about her inner emotions and struggles.

But I've never dared to ask her about these things, so I've neglected her feelings. As a man, not being able to make the woman I love happy feels like a failure. I haven't even offered her words of comfort. Knowing it's my physical limitations that prevent me from satisfying her, why should I bother asking about her feelings? That would only cause her more pain. Some things I can only keep to myself, silently bearing the guilt of failing my wife.

Actually, I really envy those energetic and vigorous men, and I greatly admire their strong physiques. I suspect it's not just me who envies them; if it were my wife, she would also desperately want a man with such a strong physique to satisfy her desires. All of this is just my conjecture. Then again, what woman doesn't yearn for such a man? Even if my wife, Chen Xue, isn't that kind of woman, how can I know her true thoughts?

So, all this line of thinking is just self-deception. Thinking about this, my heart suddenly ached, like a cold steel needle piercing my chest, and I even felt a strange fear, making me afraid to continue speculating.

Since entering the workforce at 22, I've poured all my energy into my career, working long hours and feeling physically and mentally exhausted. I've never thought about exercising regularly for better physical and mental health.

Completely ignoring this fact has resulted in me being only 1.75 meters tall and weighing 6 kilograms, quite thin, with no muscle at all. The only thing I'm satisfied with and proud of is my handsome face; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to win over my wife, Chen Xue, so easily.

I gave up a strong physique for a career and family, and the company of a beautiful wife. Although I'm small and weak, I'm content with the status quo. After all, at 32, I've gotten used to this pace of life. Asking me to find time to exercise every day is simply unrealistic, and besides, I've never liked sports. My only hobby is staying home and playing video games to relax.

Time has passed, and all I can do now is try to make up for my guilt towards my wife in other ways, while also making myself feel better and at peace. Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye. It's been six years since we got married. Although I've accepted the fact that my sex drive has declined, the tenderness between my wife and me has also diminished. We're both busy with our own careers, and it seems we've forgotten about having children. We rarely have any intimate contact anymore.

All of this was caused by me. I was filled with hatred and anger, but what was even more hateful was that the neighbors in the community constantly gossiped about our family affairs, as if it were a daily occurrence. It made me incredibly embarrassed every time I saw them, unable to even lift my head, enduring their strange looks, making me feel utterly ashamed. Finally, with no other option, I chose to move, hoping for a change of environment, a change of mood, and to escape this place of gossip.

When I mentioned moving to my wife, Chen Xue, she surprisingly agreed without hesitation, even saying she wanted to move to a bigger house.

I could clearly see that she, like me, didn't want to endure the strange looks and ridicule from the neighbors; she just didn't say it outright. But I understood. My wife didn't want me to have any more negative pressure. She had also endured a lot of pressure for me, and I immediately felt sorry for her. I hoped that a change of environment would help both my wife and me to cheer up.

One weekend, while my wife Chen Xue was off work, I drove my Range Rover to a high-end residential area recommended by a friend to look at apartments. Upon arrival, we discovered it was a villa community, mostly inhabited by high-ranking government officials or successful business owners. The complex was divided into four sections (A, B, C, and D), each with eight three-story villas. Each villa had a large yard, a swimming pool, and an underground garage. All the villas had identical floor plans, making it seem like a very desirable place. With our current savings, buying one wouldn't be a problem.

After discussing and selecting, my wife and I decided to buy a corner unit in section C. Most of the villas were already occupied, and sections A and B were full. Section D was too far back, so only section C suited our needs. I personally don't like having residents on both sides, so I chose the corner unit because I felt it would be quieter and more suitable for the two of us.

After that, we cleanly and efficiently paid the full amount and bought the place. My wife was overjoyed; it was clear she was very satisfied. The next step was to renovate our new home, and this important task naturally fell to me. After all, I come from the computer industry and have taken on many construction projects. My wife also teaches and can only help on weekends, so she entrusted the entire renovation to me. I personally designed everything to create a perfect, brand-new home.

Thus, I began preparations for the renovation. I directly contacted a large renovation company and told them my design plan. After several hours of discussion, they made some modifications to my plan and created renderings for me to see. After listening to their suggestions and seeing the revised renderings, I thought it was perfect. They were truly professionals in the renovation industry, so I agreed without hesitation. We then set a start date, and the renovation began two days later.

The house's layout is as follows: the first floor has a living room, dining room, and kitchen; the second floor has a bathroom and two large bedrooms; and the third floor is a study and gym, which my wife, Chen Xue, specifically requested. I know very well that she built the gym for me, because the doctor advised that appropriate exercise would help regulate my physical ailments. However, given my habitually lazy nature, would I really exercise? I feel that the gym is just for show, because I have no intention of exercising at all. But I didn't want to go against my wife Chen Xue's wishes, so I went along with her idea. After all, the house is so big, and I really don't know what to do with the extra rooms, so I'll just use them as a placeholder.

This also makes the house feel more spacious. Since it's a gym, the area needs to be large. Even the floor and surrounding walls have been specially treated. The floor is made of rubber to cushion the impact of larger equipment. Similarly, the walls have been fitted with a very good soundproofing panel. This way, there will be no noise coming out when running or using larger equipment in the gym. You can even play music in there without any problem. These investments are not a burden for me at all. I even secretly installed several hidden surveillance cameras in various corners of the house, mainly so that if the house is burglarized, the surveillance footage can be used to reconstruct the crime scene and leave the thief nowhere to escape.

Because my wife disapproved of having surveillance cameras at home—she felt uncomfortable with them—we didn't have any in our old house. So, during the renovation of our new house, I didn't tell her about the cameras, nor did the construction workers. I used miniature pinhole cameras, the latest upgraded version, which look like decorative cement nails. I secretly gave these cameras to the workers, having them use these nail-like devices to secure decorative items I requested. All the positions were exactly as I specified. This way, no one knew

. Afterward, I connected the cameras to my all-purpose laptop, allowing me to monitor the house anytime. Through the hard drive data, I could access footage from any time period on my laptop—it was foolproof. If a thief dared to break in, the cameras would be the strongest evidence.

After more than two months, the renovation of our new house was completed, and my wife, Chen Xue, and I could finally move in.

Since we planned to rent out the old house, a well-equipped house would easily attract tenants! So we didn't take any household appliances, only our personal belongings. We then put up a "For Rent" sign on the window with my contact information. My wife, Chen Xue, is usually very busy and can't spare the time to meet with tenants. Now that I'm a boss, I have plenty of free time. So my wife gave me the key to her old house and a spare key. Since it's a rental, we should honestly hand over all the keys to the tenants. That's how my wife and I left the old house where we had lived together for six years, and with joy and happiness, we moved to our new home. From then on, we began our comfortable new life, and we would no longer be gossiped about or ridiculed by outsiders.

Days passed by, everything was a fresh start, but my old problem remained unchanged. Now, I have sex with my wife almost every month, always coinciding with her ovulation period. I ejaculate in less than a minute each time, which is practically premature ejaculation. It seems my health is deteriorating, like I'm slowly dying from poisoning. Our sex life has become solely about having a child. My

wife, now 32, is at the peak of her libido, and I can clearly feel how engaged and eager she is during sex. But I can't give her the passion she craves, leaving her very disappointed.

One night, I was awakened by the urge to urinate. Half-asleep, I went to the bathroom. When I returned, my wife wasn't in bed. Instinctively, I snapped out of my daze and began searching for her. First, I looked for the other master bedroom on the second floor, but she wasn't there. Then I went down to the first floor, but it was pitch black, meaning my wife definitely wasn't there. She's afraid of the dark, so if she were on the first floor, she would have turned on the light. I went back up the stairs to the second floor, then to the third floor. The closest room to me was my wife's study.

I opened the door, but no one was there. This was strange; where would my wife be at this hour? I glanced curiously at the end of the third-floor corridor, which led to the gym. Suddenly, I noticed a faint light coming from under the gym door. Could my wife be at the gym? What would she be doing there at this hour? I tiptoed to the gym entrance. Only when I stood there did I faintly hear sounds coming from inside. If it weren't for the quiet of the night, I wouldn't have heard a thing during the day.

Curious, I pressed my ear to the door, and through the sound, I could hear it clearly. The faint sound was a woman's frantic moans, mixed with another familiar sound—the sound of vaginal fluids that only occurs during the friction of male and female genitalia. This sound was very loud, because it's only heard when the friction between male and female genitalia is very rapid. I was instantly terrified by this familiar sound. I was absolutely certain my wife was inside. What was she doing in the gym so late at night? What was going on? Why was she moaning like that? And what was that sound of sexual intercourse?

Was my wife, whose desires were not being satisfied, having sex with another man in our own gym behind my back? Did she deliberately arrange to sneak into a soundproof gym late at night to secretly have sex with me so that I wouldn't hear or notice?

At that moment, my body stiffened at the gym entrance. Accompanied by my wife's moans and the crisp, melodious sounds of intercourse coming from inside, my mind uncontrollably conjured up a scene inside the gym. My wife was lying naked on the rubber floor, a pillow under her buttocks, her legs spread apart and bent at the knees, forming an M shape. Her hands were on her breasts, gently caressing them. Directly above her was a man, his hands pressed against her thighs, his legs spread apart and kneeling between her thighs. His thighs were pressed against her buttocks, and he was rhythmically thrusting his hips back and forth with his powerful thigh muscles. Between his hips was a thick, long penis, rapidly entering and exiting my wife's pink, moist vagina. The crisp, melodious sounds of intercourse accompanied by my wife's seductive moans blended together, creating a joyful symphony of sexual bliss.

As time passed, my wife climaxed with a high-pitched moan, and the moaning and sounds of intercourse in the gym disappeared. At the same time, I instantly snapped out of my reverie, my consciousness gradually clearing. I shakily left the third floor and quietly ran back to my bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar to restore it to the way it had been when my wife left. I listened and waited for any movement upstairs.

My heart was pounding, and my breathing was rapid. I was filled with worry and fear, and the scene kept replaying in my mind.

Not long after, I heard the sound of a door opening upstairs. Because it was quiet at night, even the softest sound would be noticeable unless I was asleep. Then, I heard light footsteps coming from upstairs and slowly approaching the door of the second-floor bedroom. The slightly ajar door opened slowly, and I immediately closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. After a few seconds, the bedroom door was slowly closed again, and then the light footsteps gradually disappeared.

When I opened my eyes and let out a long breath, I heard the sound of the showerhead in the bathroom. I imagined my wife, who had just had an orgasm, must be a mess on her lower body, and she must be washing herself right now.

About ten minutes later, the shower stopped, and a few minutes later, I heard light footsteps approaching the bedroom. I closed my eyes again, and the bedroom door slowly opened and closed again. Then my wife walked lightly to the bedside, took off her slippers, lay down on the bed, and gradually fell asleep.

But I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was fully convinced that my wife was the only one in the gym on the third floor. Otherwise, how could there only be one footstep? And where did the sound of her rubbing and rubbing come from? I pondered this for a long time with curiosity, and finally, drowsiness gradually lured me into sleep.

I woke up the next morning to find my wife had already gone to work. It was Monday, and the school was having a flag-raising ceremony and national anthem performance, so she left early. I felt groggy after getting up, clearly having not slept well the night before. I got out of bed, slipped on my slippers, and quickly ran to the living room on the first floor. I immediately grabbed my all-purpose laptop from my backpack, skillfully opened the surveillance camera that was already installed in the house, and quickly found the gym feed. I selected the playback function and set the time to around 1 a.m. However, the gym was empty.

I switched the feed back to the bedroom and selected the same time. I found my wife still lying in bed, not asleep but staring at her phone. Then I fast-forwarded the time. When the screen showed my wife getting up, it was exactly 1:30 a.m. When I switched to normal playback mode, the image on the screen no longer looked like a slideshow. At this moment, my wife got up, carefully put on her slippers, got out of bed, and quietly walked to the bedroom door, opening it and gently closing it ajar.

As my wife left the bedroom, I followed her movements, constantly switching between the surveillance cameras in various corners to keep track of her.

First, she went to the study on the third floor. I clearly saw her take a package from her bookshelf, then unpack it. It looked like a box containing toys.

When she opened it, I was surprised to find a small dildo inside. It wasn't very big; it seemed she had bought a small-sized masturbation device. Since the room was dark, I couldn't see the color of the dildo. Another question lingered in my mind: when did my wife buy this? I'd been playing games at home all this time. If a package had arrived, I should have known. This was strange! As the video played, I didn't dwell on the package; I focused on the situation. After taking the dildo, my wife left the study and walked briskly towards the gym.

When my wife stood at the gym door, I saw her pause briefly, but not for long. She then opened the gym door, went inside, closed it, and locked it from the inside. This action puzzled me. Did she think locking it from the inside would prevent me from finding out? Or was locking the door just an instinct, a way of feeling safer? At that moment, I thought my wife was truly naive. If I had gotten up and found her not in the bedroom, I would have searched the entire house, including the gym door. I would have known it was locked from the inside, and therefore knew someone was inside. Thinking about it now, my wife is really naive, even a little adorably silly.

The next scene showed my wife turning on the gym lights, and the surveillance footage instantly became much clearer. I could clearly see the dildo she was holding. It was pure black, and its appearance and color looked a little scary. I really couldn't understand why my wife bought a black one. Or had she become desensitized to a normal, flesh-colored penis after seeing my penis for so many years? Perhaps this black dildo would bring my wife a whole new level of stimulation and pleasure.

While I was contemplating the dildo, my wife had already stripped naked from the waist down, sitting on the gym sofa with her back against it, legs spread wide in an M-shape, feet planted on either side of her buttocks. She began to caress and stimulate her sensitive areas with both hands. After a long period of stimulation, her vagina began to secrete copious amounts of lubrication. Then, she picked up the black dildo that had been waiting beside her, perhaps it was already impatiently eager to enter her vagina and thrust wildly. Unfortunately, a dildo has no soul or thought; all of this was generated in my mind. My wife

then used the dildo to insert into her already overflowing vagina and began thrusting, gradually increasing the speed. Her hand speed was no less than a man's. Throughout the entire thrusting process, my wife showed no intention of stopping to catch her breath. It seemed that my wife had been suppressing her desire for a long time, and finally, at this moment, she was released.

At that moment, I came to my senses and realized what had happened in the latter half of the night. It turned out my wife had only been secretly masturbating behind my back; she hadn't betrayed me by having sex with another man, as I had imagined. The anxiety that had gripped me all night finally subsided, and I instantly felt much more comfortable. But at the same time, watching the black dildo repeatedly entering and exiting my wife's pink, moist vagina, I suddenly felt a strange stimulation, and my lower body involuntarily reacted. Was this what they called cuckoldry?

For me now, the black dildo and my wife, Chen Xue, in the scene presented a powerful visual impact, giving me an unprecedented sense of tension and excitement, unexpectedly unlocking the darkness hidden within me.

At this moment, the darkness within me was being released by the stimulating scenes in the video. This feeling was like a man discovering for the first time how exciting masturbation could be, becoming addicted like a drug addict, unable to extricate himself, and completely immersed in it.

Suddenly, the ringing of the phone jolted me awake from the darkness. I rushed to the bedroom, and when I reached the bedside table, I took deep breaths and repeated this several times, trying to calm myself down from the tension and excitement. I picked up my phone and saw it was my wife, Chen Xue, calling.

I slowly answered the phone. She asked why I took so long to answer, and I hurriedly explained that I had been washing my face in the bathroom and needed to dry my face and hands, which was why I was delayed. I begged her not to be angry.

My wife smiled and then told me that the teachers had a meeting after school and she wouldn't be home until later, so I shouldn't worry about her. She also specifically reminded me to eat breakfast, spend less time on the computer, and make time to exercise instead of staying home all day playing games. I quickly replied on the phone, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say, my dear wife." My wife laughed and said, "Don't try to fool me, I'll beat you up when

we get home! Okay, you stay home, I have to go teach my students, bye-bye, darling! Mwah!" We hung up the phone, and when I went back to my laptop in the living room, my wife was no longer in the gym on the monitor. I instinctively switched the view to the small living room on the second floor and noticed that the bathroom light was on, and I could vaguely see my wife's figure. Looking at her figure on the screen, I realized how captivating she was. How had I never noticed before? It seems we've been living together for too long, and we've completely lost sight of many details. My wife and I always make love in the dark; she says she's not used to having the lights on. So, over the years, we've developed this habit. As a result, I've rarely had the chance to truly appreciate her beautiful, alluring body like I do now. Even just looking at her silhouette under the bathroom light, her figure is so sexy and voluptuous. This seductive body fills me with a surge of pride, and I secretly chuckle to myself, admiring my beautiful wife who belongs only to me.

Since there's no security camera in the bathroom, I can only use the small living room on the second floor to watch her. Suddenly, I remembered the security camera at the gym. Because my mind was completely focused on investigating what my wife was doing at the gym late at night, I hadn't paid any attention to appreciating her half-naked body, causing me to miss so many golden opportunities.

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, preparing to switch the playback back to the gym to admire my wife's beautiful body again. Just as I was about to change the playback time back to the time of midnight last night, that inexplicable sense of tension and excitement returned, my heart rate soared, and the darkness deep within my heart slowly took over my mind, making me eager to see the black dildo inserted into my wife's vagina. After the time was adjusted, the scene showed the black penis being held by my wife's hand and being thrust in and out at a frantic speed. Subconsciously, I fantasized about removing my wife's hand and letting the black penis thrust in and out at will, while my wife's hands held her thighs on both sides of her buttocks to stabilize herself, cooperating with the black penis's violent thrusts.

Watching my wife in the video having sex with someone I had fantasized about, the image of her being fucked made my right hand unconsciously reach for my already erect penis. As the scene unfolded, I began to masturbate. In less than two minutes, I ejaculated stream after stream of semen, driven by the stimulation in my mind. I was panting heavily. As ejaculation ended, the pleasure in my mind gradually disappeared, and my normal thinking returned.

After calming down for a long time, I leaned back on the sofa and pondered. This was the first time I had masturbated since we got married, and the object of my masturbation was my wife and the dildo she had bought. It was ridiculous. Looking at my limp penis and the semen I had just ejaculated on the floor, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Why did I waste this last bit of passion on masturbation? I know my wife's sexual desires better than anyone else. My wife has never discussed sex with me. She is such a conservative person. She endures torment every day. In the end, out of desperation, she can only choose to satisfy her desires through masturbation instead of cheating on me. With my wife's looks and figure, it would be so easy for her to find a man. If my wife just raised her voice, who knows how many suitors she would have!

However, on the other hand, my wife is a teacher after all. Her professional ethics and character are definitely not those of a casual woman. Just like when I pursued her, I really put in a lot of effort to win her over. It wasn't as simple as just helping her recover data from her USB drive the first time. That was just an opportunity for us to get to know each other. I remember at that time, Chen Xue knew nothing about computers. She only had textbooks. In order to further her studies, she had to learn how to use computers and various software to teach. She didn't know how to use many of the software programs on the computer and often called me to ask me questions.

After all, she was the beautiful woman I was pursuing, so I had to patiently and earnestly teach her how to use myself. This way, we would have more and more contact. As time went on, we often ate together, and sometimes I even invited her out for dinner and movies. In this way, I established a warm and caring image in her mind. With my help, her reputation in the teaching profession grew, and almost every school knew her. This made her especially fond of me. But how could a girl be so shy as to make a move? I had to take the initiative, otherwise, the cooked duck might be snatched away the moment I put it in my mouth.

Finally, I chose to meet her on her 26th birthday. I specially arranged to meet her at People's Square, which I had decorated for her. Using the only large screen in the square, I wrote her name and birthday wishes, and sang her a love song in a very romantic way. Afterward, I knelt down on one knee, took out a rose, and confessed my feelings that I had kept in my heart for so long. She was moved to tears, and then, accompanied by the blessings and applause of the surrounding crowd, the lovers finally got married.

As time passed, I found myself lost in thought for so long that the semen on the floor had almost dried up. I chuckled, scratched my head, got up from the sofa, tidied up the mess, and then went to the dining room. Looking at the breakfast my wife had prepared for me on the table, I wolfed it down.

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