Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Experiencer's Confession (A Betrayer's Confession) - Chapter Sixty-Six: First Wife-Swapping Experience 15

Ye Ziyan's tenderness truly captivated me. What can a man do to repay a woman who willingly serves him and gives herself to him? I have no way to repay her, and I feel guilty towards Ye Ziyan, but this still cannot stop me from thinking of my wife, wondering about her current situation, and whether she is thinking of me as I am.
Seeing me deep in thought, Ye Ziyan continued to coax me, "Actually, you don't need to worry about so much. I assure you, he will take very good care of her!"
Ye Ziyan's words were like a thunderbolt, leaving me numb and my mind blank. Indeed, with such an outstanding and desirable man as Su Feng by her side, perhaps her wife was living in blissful bliss, surrounded by Su Feng's tenderness and affection, or perhaps the two of them were making love and sharing a passionate encounter.
While I was still thinking, Ye Ziyan turned my face towards her, stared into my eyes, and said, "Now is a rare time for us to spend together."
Her words were soft and gentle, like an aphrodisiac, making me tremble. Her eyes were hazy, full of desire, igniting my passion and stirring my imagination.
Since entering this room, Ye Ziyan has stopped calling me "wife" or "Miss Song" and has instead used "she." I can understand Ye Ziyan's intention: this "she" subtly widens the distance between me and my wife, creating a psychological distance, while "we" brings me closer to her.
At this moment, I have to admit that Ye Ziyan is undoubtedly a formidable woman, and a master of psychological warfare at that. Her allure, coupled with my lingering suspicion of my wife, ruthlessly breached the defenses I had just erected. The wall of reason crumbled once again, leaving me utterly defeated.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Ye Ziyan gently stroked my face and suddenly asked.
How could I forget that unreal encounter? The instant she appeared before me in her long cheongsam, the alluring way she smoked, and the conversation I'll never forget. I whispered, "I remember. What's wrong?"
"Do you know how I found you?" she asked playfully, her eyes sparkling.
Since we met, her persistence towards me has puzzled me. In terms of looks and talent, I can't compare to Su Feng, yet she still goes to great lengths to serve me, doing everything she can to get me into the club, which has always bothered me. Her question successfully diverted my thoughts from my wife.
I looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.
Ignoring my wary gaze, she reached out and drew circles on my chest, saying, "Actually, before we even met, I had my eye on you from the first day you entered that bar. I've been secretly observing you for several days."
I was surprised; I had no idea until she told me. Perhaps my mind was too chaotic at the time. The pressure of work and family conflicts made me unable to think of anything else; I just wanted to get drunk, go home, sleep, forget all those troubles, and endure the tingling sensation in my chest to ask, "Why did you choose me?"
This has always been a question I've wanted to know, but I've never asked it before. I was afraid that if I did, our relationship might end there, and she would quietly disappear from my world just like she appeared. But tonight she brought it up herself, so naturally I want to know the answer.
She glanced at me and said, "Actually, that bar belongs to me, and I'm also a member of our club. It's a place where we usually drink and get together."
Her words completely shocked me. I never expected this. Before I could recover, she smiled wryly, as if reminiscing, and continued, "Back then, you came to the bar every day, but you never talked to any women. You just drank alone. There are only two kinds of people who hide in bars to drink alone. The first is people who have failed in business, but I can tell you're not the first kind. These people need excitement; they go to lively nightclubs to have fun, not to my deserted bar. The second kind is people who have failed in love, either heartbroken or unhappy in their marriage, and need to find a quiet corner to lick their wounds alone. You belong to the second kind."
The analysis was very reasonable, and I believed it, but I still asked, "How can you be so sure?"
She gently stroked my cheek tenderly and said, "Because I saw loneliness in your eyes. The only thing I wasn't sure about was whether you were heartbroken or unhappy in your marriage." She paused for two seconds, then continued, "You know what? When I approached you, I was actually a little nervous because I was worried that you were heartbroken. If that were the case, my purpose in being there would be meaningless."
I listened silently. She sounded like a little girl reminiscing about her happy childhood. After a moment's thought, she said, "After you drank that glass of wine and told your story, you might think I'm a bad woman, but I was genuinely happy and a little excited, not only because you're unhappy in your marriage, but also because I heard your troubles and pain." She paused, gave a self-deprecating laugh, and said, "To keep you from suspecting anything, I tried my best to suppress that excitement."
Words fail me at this moment. Shock at the truth? Confusion at her actions? Annoyance at being dragged into this club? Or happiness at being favored by her? A mix of emotions swirled within me. Only she can give me the answer now. I asked, "Why are you so fixated on me?"
Seemingly puzzled as to why I had asked this question, she glanced at me curiously, then looked at me with deep affection as if she understood, and said, "A lonely man, who can resist the temptations of the outside world, hiding in a dark corner every day, numbing himself with alcohol—don't you think such a man deserves to be cherished?"
"I'm looking for a man like you who values relationships, not someone who's a womanizer and a playboy. Our club doesn't need that kind of person. After hearing about your troubles, I thought about whether I could help you and your husband and give you a chance, which is why I decided to bring you into our family."
Hearing her answer, I felt relieved, but also a little disappointed. As if sensing my thoughts, she hugged me sweetly and said, "Of course, there's also a little something of my own in it. Any man who values relationships can be my beloved lover."
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