Motorbike Girl

My acquaintance
with Shuzhen began with my motorcycle. It happened so unexpectedly that it seems a bit unbelievable in retrospect.

After my military service, my fiancée and I moved to a newly built apartment building near Taipei. Since we were already engaged, our parents weren't too opposed to us living together.

Upon arriving at our new place, my wife and I, like the elders, greeted our neighbors. My fiancée was incredibly sociable; within days, she knew everything about the neighborhood gossips. Plus, she worked at a clothing designer's company, so neighbors often brought clothes over for alterations or custom-made items.

Because the building was newly completed, security wasn't very tight, and there were frequent reports of thefts and women being harassed when returning home late. Although my fiancée often reminded me to be careful with my cute 50cc motorcycle, I always thought thieves probably wouldn't even look at my beat-up bike and never really paid it any mind.

That night, after finishing my usual online session, I was feeling quite hungry, so I decided to wander around the neighborhood looking for some snacks. I grabbed my car keys, too lazy to change out of my shorts, and pulled on a t-shirt over my already bare-chested body before heading out.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw a person wearing a helmet start my Fifty, back it up with one foot in front of the other, and accelerate away. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was really my motorcycle. Seeing the other person about to ride off right in front of me, I didn't have time to think. I lunged forward and grabbed the handlebar on the back of the motorcycle. The rider, startled by the sudden resistance, glanced back at me. Perhaps because I was trying to stop the motorcycle, he also hesitated for a moment, but then a look of fear crossed his eyes, and he accelerated, trying to break free.

I felt a surge of anger.

(Damn it! This guy actually stole it. Bad luck, I caught him!) I thought to myself.

Seeing him accelerate sharply and the rear wheel of the motorcycle skid to the left, I took three quick steps and pushed the motorcycle and the rider to the ground. I also lost my balance and tripped over the motorcycle. The thief scrambled to his feet and ran towards the fire escape next to the elevator. Although I was seeing stars from the fall, I wasn't about to let him go. Ignoring the state of the motorcycle, I rushed over, grabbed him from behind, and slammed him against the wall.

Only then did I get a clearer look: the thief wearing a full-face helmet was a woman. I was stunned, a little surprised, not only by the pale face behind the helmet, but also because she didn't seem like the type of delinquent.

(Whatever! I caught her red-handed.)

Composing myself, I violently ripped off her helmet.

"No... I beg you... no..." The girl bent over, struggling to break free from my grip.

"No what?!" I yelled, pulling the girl, who was almost squatting down, back up.

To be honest, my initial fear of the car thief's "superior skills" had diminished by 90%.

"I... I have some money here, take it, please let me go," the girl said, her voice slightly choked.

(Hehehe! I want to settle this privately.) I looked at the female thief; she was of above-average looks, about 160 centimeters tall, but her fearful face really gave me an urge to abuse her. Although I was tempted to do something bad, I didn't dare to be too rash, especially since she was near my house. If things went wrong, it wouldn't be a joke.

"No!" Looking at the motorcycle lying on the ground, oil spilled everywhere from its fall, my anger flared up again: "You've ruined my bike! I don't even know if I can ride it anymore!"

"Your bike...?" The girl stared at me, her eyes wide, a thin mist clinging to her eyelids.

"Of course it's my bike, or yours...?" The more I spoke, the less confident I became. I wanted to let go of her hand, but fearing she was just bluffing, I pulled her hand towards the bike.

(Wow! So delicate.) Her slightly sweaty hand was surprisingly delicate. After all, this shouldn't be...

I picked up the bike and glanced at the license plate (Haha! Yes, it's my bike). I don't know why I was so happy; maybe it's because she really is quite pretty!

The girl stood there dumbfounded, stammering, "I... I thought it was my friend's..."

"You thought!" Although

my motorcycle had scraped off a patch of paint from the side plastic cover when it slid down, it had cooled down considerably because I hadn't made a mistake. Since I was in the right, I wasn't afraid!

I propped up the motorcycle and squatted down to inspect the scratches. My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Of course, the main point was… hehe!

Seeing me squatting down to check the motorcycle, the girl probably realized she was in the wrong and squatted down next to me. 'I'm sorry! I really didn't… mm… I…' she looked at me somewhat bewildered.

I continued touching the scratches, and the faint scent of her body made me glance at her out of the corner of my eye.

(Wow! She's got quite a few breasts!) Wearing a casual shirt, her upper body was slightly constricted by her high breasts. Even though we were only squatting side-by-side, my higher position allowed me a glimpse of her deep cleavage.

(What should I do? Let her go?) I thought to myself. Letting her go… that would be a real shame! But…

(2)

'Boom… Boom…'

The elevator between the two buildings shook the empty parking lot, interrupting my ill-intentioned thoughts.

The sound of the building manager's dragging footsteps, and the flickering beam of his flashlight as he walked, were both somewhat unsettling.

(Probably the parking lot's surveillance cameras attracted him here!) I guessed.

The girl next to me saw the manager arrive and stood up somewhat hastily, while I continued to inspect my motorcycle.

'What?' The manager stopped halfway between us and asked.

'Nothing! This girl wants…'

I was about to explain what had just happened to the manager when the girl next to me nudged me with her ankle, looking at me with pleading eyes, her lips trembling slightly, as if asking me not to say anything.

I stood up, supporting myself with one hand, and looked at her.

(Damn it, I won't settle this score with you for now.)

'She wanted to go out, but she almost got lost, lost her.' (Translation: She tried to leave but almost bumped into me and fell.) I smiled at the attendant, thinking my turn wasn't too hard.

The attendant shone his flashlight on the car and the ground; he probably didn't intend to come any closer. Seeing the girl was neatly dressed and hadn't cried for help, he turned and tossed out a warning to keep quiet before slowly walking back.

I apologized to the attendant as I tried to start the car, feeling a little annoyed.

(Damn it, that bitch. I'm apologizing, and she acts like nothing happened, just standing there like a block of wood.) I muttered to myself.

Looking at the key in the ignition, I curiously tossed it a few times, and it actually turned. I vaguely understood it was a misunderstanding; after all, I'd been in a similar situation before. But nobody would miss an opportunity like this! Even if I couldn't do anything to the girl, I should at least make her pay!

I pressed the starter button several times and even stepped on it, but the bike wouldn't start. I had to squat down to check if it was damaged. The girl stood nervously beside me, watching me "fix the bike."

I looked up at her; she seemed a little confused by my gaze, just glancing back and forth between me and herself.

"Hey! How am I supposed to fix the bike with you blocking my way?!"

The girl quickly squatted down.

"Thank you so much for earlier!" the girl said somewhat uneasily.

I didn't reply.

"I really don't know... I rode the wrong bike. My friend said her bike was parked on the right-hand side after you get off at the parking lot, a red Fifty, with a Hello Kitty sticker on the gas cap on the back seat..."

(Wow... that sticker was put there by my precious fiancée, making me always afraid to look the gas station attendant in the eye.)

"How do I know if it's true? Every thief has an excuse!" I still wouldn't give in. Giving in at this moment would mean all my efforts were in vain!

As I racked my brains trying to figure out what to do, a sharp, burning pain shot through the inside of my left thigh. I turned my thigh towards the light and saw a patch of light red on the skin. It turned out that when I fell, my left thigh had been grazed by a part of the motorcycle; the skin had peeled off, and small, bloody droplets were oozing out.

"What happened...?"

The girl looked at my thigh as I moved. Perhaps because the light wasn't very bright, she gently nudged my left knee with one hand, lowering her head close to examine my wound.

My heart skipped a beat. The feeling of the girl's breath caressing my inner thigh so closely was like foreplay with my fiancée; the tension and excitement of being exposed in the open space further amplified my involuntary, strange sexual desire… My

gradually rising erection made me uneasy and want to leave, even though the brief contact was somewhat unbearable. I still couldn't let my guard down regarding the constantly rotating surveillance camera hanging on the wall.

I gently pulled my leg away, stood up, and walked towards the stairwell.

The stinging pain in my thigh wasn't enough to impede my movement, but I shamelessly pretended it was serious, limping along.

The girl hurriedly followed to support me.

"Get away! I don't need your fake kindness." I elbowed her away.

"What...what do you want?" the girl asked anxiously.

I ignored her, stopped at the platform between the basement and the first floor, stepped up two stairs with my left leg, bent to the side, and looked at my wound in the light from the first floor.

"I was thinking..." I paused, waiting for the girl to catch up: "The supervisor's office should have the security footage!"

Seeing the girl's face turn pale again, I felt incredibly satisfied. It felt like a mouse being caught by a cat.

"Please don't...I...I'll pay you back, okay?" the girl pleaded again.

"Of course you have to pay! My car broke down, and I don't know how I'm going to work tomorrow. Plus, my leg really hurts!" As I watched her, I pretended to furrow my brow in pain from my thigh.

The girl walked over and sat down on the stairs next to me, looking at the wound and asking, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Her gentle voice made me want to give up, but I gritted my teeth and said, "Lick it clean!"

We both froze; I really hadn't expected to say that.

She stared at me for a while.

"What are you looking at! I didn't bring a handkerchief; what if it gets infected?" I guiltily made excuses for myself. "Or, we could go to the guardhouse and get the videotape, then go to the police station together." Seeing her still hesitating, I emphasized my words. At the same time, I pressed the back of her head and guided it towards my thigh.

The girl seemed to soften, or perhaps she was genuinely guilty and felt ashamed. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and lightly touched the wound, but then tilted her head back, revealing a somewhat nauseating expression.

"Hurry up!" I urged.

The girl closed her eyes, aimed at the wound, and stuck out her tongue again, licking it up and down.

I peered at her from a high angle, admiring her slightly pitiful appearance, accompanied by a ticklish sensation on my thighs. Her impressive cleavage made me want to thrust my penis between her breasts for a 'breast play'.

The peculiar scent emanating from my restless, upward-throbbing penis brushed open her slightly closed eyes. Startled, she realized my even more aggressive weapon was trying its best to break through the 'clothes', and shyly turned her head to the side.

'Hey! There's more!' I pulled up my shorts and underwear, adjusting my throbbing penis which was slightly hidden by my underwear, while gesturing for her to lick the base of my penis.

The girl caught a glimpse of my actions out of the corner of her eye, deepening her hesitation.

I was annoyed and couldn't control my rising lust. I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my thighs, grabbed her head, and forcefully pressed her towards my erect penis.

'Hurry up!' My impatience, tinged with a hint of intimidation, disregarded the tears streaming from the girl's eyes as I thrust my lower body into her mouth.

Breaking through her defenses, like penetrating a virgin, took considerable effort, but the force of my thrusts also eroded her mental fortitude. The process, though not smooth or pleasurable, was made oblivious to morality by the slippery lubrication of her saliva and the occasional light touch of her tongue against the tip of my glans.

The girl gradually grasped the tip of my penis with one hand, moving it with the movement of her head, while her other hand caressed my scrotum, gently rotating my testicles like an old man playing with a sledgehammer. Simultaneously, she contracted and relaxed the muscles in her cheeks, mimicking the vaginal contractions of a woman in orgasm.

I was surprised, but had no time to dwell on it; her large breasts were my focus. I bent down slightly, slipped my hand under the seam of her casual shirt, and squeezed her breasts hard. Simultaneously, I ran my thumb and middle finger along the ridge of her breasts, laboriously rotating her slightly upturned nipples.

The girl turned around, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure, and her mouth and hand movements quickened.

The increased friction of my penis and the feeling of being discovered at any moment triggered the prelude to my ejaculation. Unable to savor the pleasure any longer, I held her head and increased the piston-like motion of my penis in her mouth. A surge of pleasure

shot through my spine to my brain, causing me to thrust my penis deep into her mouth, ejaculating thick streams of semen deep inside.

We both froze for a moment. She suddenly sat up, gripping the stair railing, and spat out the semen I had just ejaculated.

I looked at her, slightly regaining my senses. I quickly pulled up my pants, tossed out a "Let's leave it at that this time," and hurriedly climbed downstairs and ran out. When I met Shuzhen again afterward, she was really very unforgiving, but at that time, all I felt was the fear after the stimulation...

(3)

In the weeks after the incident, I was never at ease.

Every time I went out or came home, every time I passed the scene in the parking lot, I was always uneasy, fearing that I might accidentally bump into the girl I had humiliated again. The contradiction was that every time I got on the elevator or even after entering my home, I felt a little disappointed.

With a slightly melancholy and delicate face, the scene of her swallowing and spitting out my penis with her brows slightly furrowed; the sensation of her mouth contracting and relaxing, creating the feeling of my penis rubbing against the inner wall of her vagina, made me unable to control myself and rush into my fiancée's studio, violently pull down her panties, and start having sex with her from back to front in front of her flatbed.

As I slapped my wife's soft, white buttocks, the word "slut" echoing in my mind, leaving a trail of finger marks on her milky white flesh. My fiancée, her body trembling from the impact, could only hold onto the wooden edge of the flatbed table to resist my forceful thrusts.

I knew the image in my mind was no longer the fiancée panting and moaning on the table after her orgasm. I was simply thrusting my glans against the tender flesh of her cervix, relentlessly pounding away, trying to shatter that illusion that shouldn't belong to me.

Perhaps the continuous stimulation and swelling caused her once-slippery vagina to gradually become dry. The increased friction also sent a tingling sensation from the tip of my penis upwards through her thighs. I pulled out my dark, swollen penis, flipped my fiancée over, and thrust my penis into her mouth, ejaculating a momentary burst of lust with a slight tremor in her body.

After I finished, I plopped down on the floor, looking down at my fiancée's vulva, which was already slightly swollen from my fucking.

My hand stroked the entrance of her vulva, my middle finger lightly touching the slit between her labia, but the thought of 'what does she look like' flashed through my mind... Sigh! It's really a bit of a pain.

My fiancée, unaware of what was going on, leaned against me, one hand slipping through the gap in my shirt buttons and caressing my chest.

'Jun, did you take some aphrodisiac? Or... do you miss my 'little sister' that much?' my fiancée asked with a lewd smile.

I didn't know how to answer her, and my guilt deepened. I hugged her tightly and kissed her incessantly. I really hoped that night was just a fleeting moment in my life...

(4)

Fortune and misfortune are intertwined, perhaps the best proof of what happened next. I never expected to run into Shuzhen again so coincidentally…

About two or three months after the incident, I didn't see her on the street, and the impact of that night gradually faded from my mind. I went about my daily routine as usual.

It was a Saturday afternoon. After finishing a business meeting at the company, I dragged my tired body home. After a short rest, I went to Tianmu with my fiancée for Mongolian barbecue.

'Jun, could I do you a favor…' my fiancée asked, looking at me lying on the sofa watching TV.

'What?' I replied irritably, continuing to watch TV. After a busy week and those annoying business meetings, I really wanted to rest.

'…Could you deliver some clothes to my neighbor… Miss Huang called and said she's attending a wedding today and needs to wear something…' my fiancée waved a khaki paper bag, revealing her most captivating smile.

I couldn't help it! I was afraid of her 'teasing' skills.

I took the paper bag from her, asked for directions, and reluctantly walked out. It wasn't too far; just take the elevator to the parking lot, then go up to the building two flights of stairs.

I pressed B1 in the elevator, then changed it to 1. A sudden, inexplicable tension gripped me, and I found my own actions somewhat amusing.

(Such contradictory creatures!) I thought to myself as I walked through the community's central courtyard, casually observing the new neighbors gradually moving in.

(This community must be full, at least two or three thousand households!) I found the place my fiancée had mentioned, went inside, and saw some advertisements and notices from the management committee on the bulletin board, thinking idly.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

'Who is it?'

'Ms. Huang, delivering clothes!'

'Oh! The door's open. Come in yourself.'

A woman's voice came from deep inside the house; it sounded somewhat familiar. I took off my shoes, pushed open the door, and went in, looking around the living room.

'Wait a moment… how much?' A voice came from the back balcony.

'Three hundred and fifty.' I glanced at the price on the paper bag and agreed, feeling genuinely sorry for my fiancée's meager salary. She always said that's about the going rate for alterations, and as long as she was happy, I didn't care too much.

Footsteps came from the kitchen. I turned around and looked towards the sound. A girl carrying a large load of drying clothes emerged from the dimly lit kitchen.

"Sorry… I kept you waiting…"

Before she could finish, we both froze. Time seemed to stand still as I watched this girl I both longed to see and dreaded, feeling both afraid and embarrassed.

"Are you… alright?" After a moment, I managed a weak smile and asked, my voice dry.

The girl remained silent, staring at me. Then, a piece of clothing flew towards my face, scattering red and white stains across the air between us…

"Get out… get out of here… you pervert…" the girl suddenly screamed hysterically.

I panicked! Hesitating, I didn't know whether to listen to her and run away quickly, or to explain something to her! The open door would surely carry her voice, and worse, she was my fiancée's customer…

Seeing the girl hesitating and about to escape, I couldn't think about it anymore. I threw down the paper bag in my hand and rushed over, grabbing her tightly and covering her mouth with my hand.

'Listen to me…'

My mind raced, trying to come up with a reason to persuade her. But she struggled desperately, shaking her head and patting my back with her small hands, trying her best to break free.

(Damn it!) A surge of anger rose within me, and the desire to conquer seemed to reignite.

I lowered my head and fiercely covered her thin lips with mine, laboriously using my tongue to pry open her clenched teeth, swirling it inside her mouth. A hand began to pull up her shirt from the bottom hem, almost tearing it open and loosening her bra, then forcefully squeezing and kneading her roughly 34C breasts.

"No...don't do this! ...My friend's coming back soon!" she cried, her face flushed, trying to push me away, her voice softening slightly.

I ignored her, half-forcing her into the nearest room, not even bothering to close the door, and pressed her down hard on the bed.

"No...I...it's not convenient..." she pleaded, frantically trying to stop my forehead from licking her nipples.

I didn't have time for her, simply sitting on her lap, grabbing her wrists, and quickly pulling down her rather cute cartoon panties.

"Is sex all you men see?" she said, closing her eyes, seemingly ready to give up and accept the ensuing brutality.

I stood there, stunned by her words and the slightly melancholy look in her eyes! Looking at the girl lying almost naked on the bed, I unzipped my pants, got up, walked out of the room, picked up the paper bag my fiancée had given me scattered on the floor, wrote my name and company phone number on it, and walked home without even taking the money...

(5)

Power, money, and women are the three major vulnerabilities of men. Is the meaning of women in my heart only sex? While waiting for the elevator, I tried to find a better reason to refute the voice that kept ringing in my mind.

Beautiful, charming, slender, or pure and gentle women are always the first objects of our attention as men. Behind the blind pursuit, besides satisfying the momentary satisfaction of life and the sexual desire after getting them, too many uncertainties are often deliberately ignored.

I was a little speechless.

'Hey...!'

The girl's voice rang out, which surprised me a little. I turned around and looked at her standing far away by the wall inside the room, her hair messy, her face extremely pale, and I felt a little reluctant.

'You don't want your money!'

I looked at her, unsure what to say, only lightly touching the automatic safety sensor on the elevator door. I knew I wasn't so concerned about getting my fiancée's salary; perhaps I just wanted another chance to explain something to her or stop and look at her a little longer.

The girl silently went back into the room, retrieved her purse, counted out 350 yuan, glanced at me, hesitated a bit, placed it on the living room table, and hurriedly retreated to the sofa against the wall.

I took off my shoes, looked at the clothes scattered on the floor, and tiptoed in, picking up the shirt that had just fallen onto the clothes rack by the door and handing it to her across the table.

'You...is your leg better?'

'Um...oh! It's better...much better...' For a moment, I was a little confused by her question, then remembered she was still worried about my injury. I quickly answered, forcing a smile to break the awkward silence.

She took the shirt from my hand, placed it on the sofa beside her, and began bending down to tidy up the clothes on the floor.

'Ms. Huang!' "I...you...you're going to the wedding?" I asked, squatting down to help tidy up while trying to start a conversation.

"...I'm not Miss Huang." The girl looked at me, probably thinking I wouldn't bother her anymore, and said that.

I stopped tidying up, waiting for her to continue.

"She's my roommate...Hey! You're holding my..." The girl smiled, her face slightly flushed.

I was stunned. To be honest, she really looked pretty when she smiled! It was the first time I'd seen her smile since we'd "knew" each other for so long.

I snapped out of my daze and realized I was holding a pink and white pair of panties, fiddling with them.

"Ha! Ha! Sorry...what's your name...?" I quickly handed them to her, asking tentatively.

"Don't take them!" The girl ignored me, her tone suggesting I leave.

"Then...I left my company phone number there." Somewhat disappointed, I stood up and pointed to my fiancée's bag.

The girl looked in the direction I was pointing, then stood up with me, maintaining a distance as I left.

(She's probably still scared?!) I scrutinized her. That's a normal person's reaction, I know!

'My name is Cheng Shuzhen!'

I heard her say the moment the door closed. A sudden surge of joy, like a child receiving candy, filled me. I didn't know why. Was it the weight finally lifted from my heart, or was it anticipation of a different kind of life? I didn't know!

Back home, I hurriedly handed the money to my fiancée, then grabbed the phone book from beside the car and sneaked into my computer room like a thief, copying down Ms. Huang's phone number from my laptop.

I sat at my computer desk and unconsciously turned it on. Searching my memory for images on my hard drive that vaguely resembled Shuzhen's appearance, I used a graphics management program to browse through each folder.

As the slideshow rapidly rotated the sex scenes on the screen, my hand slipped into my underwear…

(6)

In the following days, I was always unable to calmly do what I was supposed to do, and I would always find an excuse to go for a walk in the community courtyard after dinner.

'Jun, what's wrong with you?' my fiancée asked me, who seemed a little abnormal.

'Oh! My stomach seems to be upset again recently.' I avoided her direct gaze and lied somewhat uneasily.

'Remember to buy some stomach lotion when you get back.' my fiancée was a little worried about my old ailment.

I slipped past her and quickly went downstairs, feeling a strange sense of excitement. Actually, I didn't know if I would be able to meet Shuzhen, and I felt quite apologetic towards my fiancée, but this kind of emotional infidelity, which resembled an extramarital affair, really had a fatal magic.

A little nervously, I wandered out of the community, walked two blocks to a public phone booth, picked up the phone, and dialed the number I knew by heart, a strange mix of anticipation and unease in my heart.

"Hello!"

"...It's me, Zhang Zhengjun." Even in those few words, my voice trembled slightly.

"...What is it?" She paused for a moment.

"Is it convenient?...I'm at 'Manabe' next to the community..." I couldn't tell if she was being nice or mean, glancing around at the nearby shops.

"...I don't want coffee..."

"How about we go for a walk?" I persisted, unwilling to give up.

"...Where are you?"

(Oh! Ya!)

I excitedly told her my location, and as I hung up the public phone, I made a gesture that even I found a little funny.

Not long after, Shuzhen rode up on a red Fifty that looked remarkably similar to mine. I studied her from a distance; she really did look like me, the only difference being that she wasn't wearing a helmet. (Note: A few years ago in Taiwan, you didn't need to wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle. I really miss the days when my scalp didn't itch!)

She looked at me, who was staring intently at the motorcycle, and smiled with a slight raise of her eyebrows, seemingly satisfied with proving her innocence that night.

'Wait for me!'

I ran to the public phone again, made a call home, and lied to my fiancée, saying that I had run into an important client on my way to buy medicine and wanted to chat and have a cup of tea at his place, and also told her not to wait at the door.

'Calling your wife?!' Shuzhen's expression was a little strange, a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

I looked at her, twirled my hand in the air, and gestured for her to take the motorcycle from me, which wasn't adorned with any wedding insignia.

'Where do you want to go?' Looking at the smile Shuzhen gave me about not being married, I felt a little uneasy.

'Anywhere.' She hugged my waist like a lover.

As I felt the two soft mounds behind me, I thought about where would be a good place to go for a ride. (The darker the better, of course!)

The bike swayed and began to climb the mountain road. Perhaps it was the cool mountain air at night, but I felt the embrace around my waist tighten.

(Hey! Hey! That's right.) Just as I was feeling pleased with my correct judgment, I seemed to feel her, nestled on my back, softly sobbing.

(No way! She's crying because of this?!)

'Hey! What's wrong?' I called out to Shuzhen as I rode.

She ignored me, just keeping her head buried in my back.

'Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!' Shuzhen suddenly let out a loud scream. I inexplicably slowed down, wanting to stop and check on her.

'Don't mind me, just keep riding!' she said, patting me gently.

(Crazy!) I thought to myself. Actually, it wasn't until later, when I had a chance to ask Shuzhen, that I learned she had simply wanted to vent her emotions in a moment of reflection.

I rode to my usual weekend fishing spot, following the industrial road uphill until I found a hard spot near some trees, where I propped up the bike's kickstand.

I took a cigarette from my jacket pocket, lit it, and looked around to see if anyone else was there. Even though it wasn't a holiday, there was still a chance of encountering night fishermen.

I walked back to the bike and watched as Shuzhen took a comb from her purse, sat in front of the seat, looked in the rearview mirror, and tidied her wind-blown hair.

The night was truly beautiful, just like her in my eyes!

I stepped forward, gently wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, straddling the motorcycle, and resting my head lightly on her shoulder. I ran my fingers through her short hair, rubbing my cheek against hers.

Shuzhen turned her head slightly, a little uneasy. I moved to her ear, nibbling her earlobe, then gently sliding my hand down her neck. My arms, which were around her waist, slipped inside her shirt, slowly moving towards the bottom of her bra, gently pushing it open to let her breasts pop out. I grasped them, twisting the already hardened nipples.

"Hey! ...Hey!" Shuzhen called softly.

I continued my caresses, only looking at her.

"You're going too far! ...Here?" She looked around, twisting her body, slightly resisting my hand as it began to lift her skirt and try to penetrate her.

"Don't move! Someone will really see us!" "I whispered in her ear, using my hand to move Shuzhen's buttocks up a little, and quickly inserted my fingers into her already quite wet vagina.

Shuzhen let out a soft 'ah,' and nervously wrapped her arms around my neck, shifting her body forward and sitting close to the front of the motorcycle seat.

This made it easier for me to insert my fingers into her vagina. I slipped my hand inside her panties, my entire palm tightly gripping her vulva, kneading it like dough. In no time, Shuzhen was wet from my kneading, my palm completely sticky. While playing

with her slightly swollen clitoris with my fingers, I inserted my middle finger into her vagina, probing the vaginal walls back and forth. Suddenly, I had an urge to take a closer look at her wet vulva.

I backed away from the back seat, using the motorcycle as an examination table." Holding Shuzhen's hands, I positioned her body at a slight 30-degree angle on the seat, supporting her knees and placing them on the handlebars.

"Hey! ...You...stop messing around!" she said anxiously, trying to lower her legs.

"Don't move! If the motorcycle falls over, I won't be responsible!" I said, pleased with my handiwork.

Looking at her head tilted to the side, eyes slightly closed, legs spread and draped over the handlebars, if there wasn't so little space on the motorcycle for me to squeeze in, I would have already jumped on and fucked her hard three hundred times.

I squatted beside the motorcycle, pulling her panties down to her thighs, looking at her slightly damp vulva, already glistening with a layer of vaginal fluid.

"Wow! So wet..." I said to Shuzhen with a lewd smile.

"It's all your fault..." Shuzhen said, blushing.

Looking at her expression, I couldn't resist any longer and buried my head in her flower, which was contracting and expanding due to her "special sitting position," carefully caressing her vulva with my tongue.

"No..." Shuzhen was so excited that she almost fell off the motorcycle.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?!" I was a little surprised.

"No! After sitting on the motorcycle for so long... plus this position, it's like when I was little... someone used to hold me like this to pee..."

(Wow... she wants to pee... yay! This position is nice.)

"Hey! Put me down first." Shuzhen tried to get up.

How could I let this opportunity pass?! I quickly grabbed Shuzhen and climbed over the motorcycle again to sit behind her.

"I don't want to! If you want to pee, just pee like this!" I mischievously pressed down on her bladder.

"Don't press... don't press... oh..."

Shuzhen was probably really in a hurry. Before she could finish speaking, a stream of clear urine spurted from her lower body, a lewd scene that was truly unforgettable.

'Don't look…you're so naughty!'

'Hey! You pee and poop anywhere, and you're blaming me?!' I said with a laugh, parting her vulva to make her urinate even more freely.

Shuzhen tried to push my hand away from her labia, but fearing the car would tip over, she clung to the bottom edge of the seat.

Overwhelmed by lust, I couldn't continue teasing her. I hurriedly unzipped my pants, pulling them down to my thighs like Shuzhen, and eagerly pulled out my penis, stroking it with my hand.

Without waiting for Shuzhen to finish urinating, I removed her legs from the faucet, lifted her slender waist slightly, and placed my legs through her thighs, making her sit on my lower body.

Shuzhen bent her hand to hold my penis, stroking her own vaginal opening, and suddenly took my entire glans into her mouth. The feeling of being instantly enveloped by her secret flesh made me disregard the fact that Shuzhen's vagina was not fully stretched, and I thrust my erect penis upwards with force.

"Don't be so rough!" Shuzhen frowned slightly.

I felt a little apologetic, so I placed my hand on Shuzhen's vulva and gently tapped it with the muscles of my fingers, while kissing her neck to stimulate her love honey.

Before long, Shuzhen probably started to feel it too, holding the head of the motorcycle, moving up and down with the back and forth motion of the motorcycle. The feeling of my penis being squeezed inside her vagina, accompanied by Shuzhen's soft moans, and the tingling pleasure of the glans quickly spread throughout my nerves.

"Faster! Faster!" I held Shuzhen's waist with both hands, helping her to speed up the piston-like motion.

"Jun! Don't ejaculate! Wait for me..." Shuzhen shouted frantically.

I pushed Shuzhen forward and quickly lay down on the ground with her. Overwhelmed by lust, I didn't care if there was any urine left on the grass. Lying on top of her, I guided my penis into her.

"Harder...faster...deeper..." Shuzhen cried out loudly with unrestrained lust as our bodies collided rapidly.

"Jun, faster...I'm coming..." I gritted my teeth, increasing the speed of my thrusts.

Instantly, my glans was washed by a warm gush of vaginal fluid, and I couldn't hold back any longer, ejaculating.

I lay on top of her, inhaling the unique scent emanating from her body after the intense activity, and looking at this little woman with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile. I couldn't help but lightly kiss her lips.

Shuzhen opened her eyes, shyly pushed me away, and quickly got up and put on her clothes. I pulled her closer, wanting to enjoy a little more tenderness.

Shuzhen laughed and dodged away, squatting down to help me put on my pants.

"You're the worst!" She lightly flicked the glans with her finger, quickly stuffed her little brother into her underwear, and pulled up the zipper.

I watched Shuzhen's skillful movements and had some doubts in my heart! But I thought no one would ruin such a good thing in front of me...

(7)

I often wondered whether it was fate playing tricks on people or man conquering nature? Life is full of disappointments, but we often look forward to the pleasure brought by short-term satisfaction.

At least, that's how I felt when I was with Shuzhen.

(Her skills are really good, but... so young?!) I recalled the time I met Shuzhen, her oral sex skills and everything tonight, which was so reserved yet revealed a bit of wildness. Her gentle act of helping me put on my pants, like a little wife, made me feel a heartbeat I had never felt before.

I didn't dare to think about it anymore. What time was it after I went upstairs after parting with Shuzhen? I felt flustered, even a little... uneasy and empty. That indescribable feeling of annoyance made me swing the house key, hoping to get home quickly. It was really late.

He opened the door quietly and peered around the living room like a thief.

(...Why is she sleeping here?...)

The moonlight streaming in from the balcony illuminated my fiancée's body on the sofa, surprising me! Feeling a little guilty, I didn't dare go over and tell her to go back to her room. I quickly slipped into the bathroom, wanting to take a shower to get rid of the lingering odor.

(What should I do?...What should I

say...?) I lathered myself with soap, racking my brains for an excuse, even reluctantly and fearfully leaving the bathroom.

The engagement ceremony, which had no legal effect whatsoever, and the thought that I was merely seeking some excitement in the mundane, kept flashing through my mind. But the sense of security I felt after being with my fiancée, and the familiar comfort of our daily life, made me extremely uneasy.

(Whatever! I can just pretend to be angry; Mei-jun won't dare do anything!) I prepared for the worst. "Turning a laugh into anger" was my usual tactic when I was in the wrong. I knew my fiancée—Mei-jun—was always clever enough to avoid confrontation when I was angry; perhaps that was the biggest reason I chose her!

It wasn't an ideal solution, but at least I had a better idea of what to expect. I rinsed myself off, sniffed to check for any lingering "strange smell," and ran my fingers through my wet hair as I walked towards the living room.

(Huh!...She went back to her room?!)

Not seeing my fiancée lying on the sofa, I grabbed a cigarette from the table, strolled to the bedroom door, lit it, and looked at her curled up on the bed. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd done something wrong...

'Jun!...Jun! Get up!...Hurry! We're running late!' Meijun gently shook me.

Opening my blurry eyes, I saw my fiancée's faint smile. Radiant like the morning sun.

(Huh! She seems alright...?) I dressed, still sleepy, and headed to the bathroom to wash up. I couldn't help but wonder what my fiancée was thinking. I kept quiet, but it was probably better to pretend everything was fine. After all, sometimes it's better to stay still!

(…mhm…the smell of toasted bread is so good!) I shaved as I walked out of the bathroom, searching for the source of the aroma. Although I could hear my fiancée, Mei-jun, frying something in the kitchen, with the range hood blaring, I was quite suspicious. Although my fiancée was very gentle and considerate towards me, she rarely made anything for me to eat in the morning.

'Wow! It's going to rain heavily today.' I walked into the kitchen and watched my fiancée frying eggs, preparing to give them to me with bread.

'…Really! How did you know?' Mei-jun heard me say, bending over and looking at the back balcony as she asked me.

'Otherwise, why would you suddenly make breakfast?' Seeing Mei-jun's expression of believing that it was really going to rain, I said

with a smile. Mei-jun laughed when she heard that I was talking about her making breakfast.

'Your stomach hurts, right? I think you probably ate something random this morning, and your old problem flared up again!'

I walked over to her and watched Mei-jun put the eggs into a plate. While inhaling the warm sensation emanating from her, I placed my hand on Meijun's round buttocks, gently tracing circles.

"Wife, wanna 'take a sip'?" I lewdly savored the touch from her cleft.

"What 'take a sip'? You're going to be late for work... Don't... Don't do this, the neighbors will see." Meijun, carrying breakfast, swayed her body, trying to escape my restless hand.

"I'll pamper you properly tonight!" I slapped her buttocks, laughing, and took the breakfast from her.

Meijun let out a soft cry, laughing as she followed me to the table: "You're just all talk! I've seen you so distracted these past few days, have you met some girl?!" "

No way! How could I dare? Besides, I give you all my salary, even if I wanted to, I'd need the money!" A little flustered inside, I had to pretend.

"It's best you don't dare! Let's make this clear first, how you treat me, I'll treat you the same way." "Meijun said, half-seriously, half-threateningly.

'Yes! Darling.' I took Meijun's hand and held it gently, gazing at her smiling face, my thoughts racing aimlessly...

Actually, sometimes, certain deliberate preparations can transform an ordinary environment into a rather pleasant experience. Looking at the house, with only the entryway spotlight on, there was still an atmosphere of spatial displacement in the night.

I put down my briefcase, adjusting to the brief visual disorientation caused by the changing light, while searching for the night I had been anticipating. As Meijun's silhouette gradually became clear, I realized how stunningly different she was in that instant.

Meijun, wearing a light white gauze dress, leaned lazily against the sofa, and in the dim light, I could faintly feel the subtle allure emanating from the corner of her eyes.

'Ha! Ha! "Wait here!"' I put down my bag, loosened my tie halfway, and walked to her side. (Note: "Wait here!" means ready.)

'Are you tired?' Meijun leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my waist, one hand stroking my thigh along my suit pants.

"It's the same thing." I brushed Meijun's hair back, my index finger sliding down her ear to the thin bra strap on her shoulder. Suddenly, I realized Meijun wasn't wearing a bra.

(Damn, so sexy! She must be wearing no underwear either.)

I pressed Meijun back against the sofa, freeing one hand to suddenly lift her skirt, revealing only pale flesh mixed with a patch of dark skin.

"Wow! You really aren't wearing anything?!" Although I was right, I was still a little surprised by my fiancée's attire.

"You wanted to 'take it'? I'll let you 'feel' good!" Meijun smiled sweetly, pulling her legs up onto the sofa and swinging them open and closed like a clam.

Seeing his fiancée's movements, I was suddenly seized by a childlike impulse. Capitalizing on the timing of Mei-jun's leg swings, I quickly slipped my hand under her skirt, lightly touching her vulva before quickly withdrawing, as if playing a live TV game.

Seeing my enthusiasm, Mei-jun pulled her skirt up to her waist, shifted her hips forward, and slowed her leg swings, seemingly hoping I would aim or allow my fingers to penetrate deeper.

I carefully observed Mei-jun's slightly parted labia majora, their flesh a delicate red; the upward-extending slit revealed a clitoris, sharp as a bamboo shoot, quite beautiful.

Forgetting about continuing the foreplay, I quickly pulled down my pants, not even bothering to remove my shirt, and, holding my still-throbbing penis, pressed it against her vulva.

'Too dry!' My fiancée frowned slightly, using her hand to block my further advance while spreading her legs apart to reduce friction during penetration.

Hearing Meijun's words, I couldn't bear to rush in. I adjusted my position, guiding my penis and rubbing the glans against her labia, spitting some saliva onto my fingers and gently rotating her clitoris. Gradually, I felt the entrance becoming moist, and with a slight downward thrust of my hips, a sensation of the vaginal walls opening spread through my brain. I deliberately hooked the ridge of my glans against her labia minora.

Meijun's orgasm came quickly; even before I felt my penis fully inside, she was already pressing her hands against my buttocks, ignoring the pain, hoping to push it in further.

I slightly increased the speed of my thrusts, sliding my penis as far as possible towards the lower part of her vaginal muscles. With the increased friction of the glans, I soon felt a warm liquid spreading upwards from the bottom of Meijun's vagina.

(She came!)

As Meijun's buttock muscles relaxed instantly, I slowed my penetration, only forcefully pushing my penis deep inside, rotating my hips slightly, lifting it up a little, and then thrusting in again. I knew Meijun's orgasm was incredibly rapid, and each time I thrust in forcefully, her body trembled slightly.

Looking at Meijun's expression, which seemed both painful and pleasurable, a sense of conquest enveloped me. Sigh! I don't know if I should feel pathetic, that I need to satisfy my fiancée's sexual desire to alleviate the guilt of my affair. What an incurable man.

'Let's go back to the room and play?' Meijun hugged me, biting my ear.

Looking at her rosy cheeks, I knew the night was still long and waiting for me...

(8. The End)

People always seem to be unwilling to be alone. After a few days of being well-behaved, I started thinking about Shuzhen again.

I knew that this phone call would change my world. But like a male spider courting a mate, I couldn't resist that fatal attraction.

Sitting at a table by the glass window in the coffee shop, I lightly touched my delicate coffee cup with a spoon. I wondered when the English spelling of porcelain would change to 'japan'? While waiting, I tried to distract myself with random thoughts, perhaps to dispel the slight guilt of anticipation mixed with nervousness.

The coffee shop door creaked open, and seeing Shuzhen looking around, I stood up and waved to her.

"Have you been waiting long?!" Shuzhen asked, putting down her bag. "

Not really. What would you like to drink?" I replied with a smile, though I'd been smoking almost half a pack of cigarettes. But what could I say for the sake of a fleeting moment of 'sexual intercourse'?

"Um... um! I don't really want anything to drink." Shuzhen looked at the menu the waiter handed her, flipping through it again and again.

"Or... shall we go for a walk?" I tentatively asked Shuzhen, trying to save time during the 'foreplay'. After all, time for a secret tryst is always precious.

She smiled slyly at me. I hurriedly picked up the bill, paid, and, holding Shuzhen's small hand, slowly walked towards the hotel I had already inquired about with my colleagues. Everything seemed so natural. Shuzhen and I didn't say a word the whole way, just quietly waiting for what was to come.

Entering the temporary rest room, Shuzhen put down her bag and went into the semi-transparent, frosted bathroom. I turned on the TV, lit a cigarette, and, through the warm, yellow light, freely admired Shuzhen's graceful figure as she undressed. In my hazy state, primal lust gradually arose. I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom, enjoying this brief moment of wildness…

My relationship with Shuzhen continued like this. Of course, I often used business trips to visit clients as an excuse to take her on short honeymoons, while maintaining my normal life with Meijun. I didn't want to think about what the future held, and secretly smugly pleased with myself for being able to have two relationships at once.

Perhaps fate treats everyone fairly; when you gain something, it also means you might lose something else in the future!

About six months after this period of life, I was riding my motorcycle home from work as usual.

"What...what are you doing?!" I snapped out of my daze at the lewd scene before me, rushing excitedly to the man straddling my fiancée, desperately grabbing his shoulders.

"Zhengjun, get away!" My fiancée looked at me with a meaningless smile.

"I let them play with me willingly..." Meijun continued.

"You...!" I couldn't believe what Meijun was saying.

For a moment, everything seemed to stop.

"Look at the screen on TV...ignore him, hurry! Fuck me hard!" Meijun urged the man on top of her to continue his thrusting, her moans becoming even more unrestrained.

I snapped out of my daze, staring at the TV screen. The footage, though not perfectly clear, was unmistakably of myself and Shuzhen making love in the hotel. I looked in shock at the VCD player and realized we'd been secretly filmed by someone using a V8 camera.

"Young man! You've had your fun with my little rascal, now you better have yours, and we're even! Hahaha!" The man on top of Meijun, thrusting wildly, looked at me and said.

"Harder…faster!" Meijun's hands gripped the man's buttocks tightly.

"I said…how you treat me, I'll…treat you the same way!"

Watching Meijun thrust her hips wildly, matching the in-and-out movements of Shuzhen's father's penis, my mind went completely blank. Instinctively, I felt I should leave the room. I gently closed the door behind me, half-exhausted, and boarded the elevator. The whole world seemed to consist only of white.

As I stepped out of the elevator, Shuzhen's familiar face seemed to appear on the seat of my motorcycle, her gentle voice calling to me.

"Hi...!"

My acquaintance with Shu-chen started with my motorcycle. It happened so unexpectedly that it seems a bit unbelievable to me now.

After being discharged from the military, my fiancée and I moved to a newly built apartment building near Taipei. Since we were already engaged, our parents weren't too opposed to us living together.

When we arrived at our new place, my wife and I followed the example of our elders and greeted the neighbors who had already moved in. My fiancée was very good at socializing, and within a few days, she knew everything about the neighborhood gossips. Plus, she worked at a clothing designer's company, so neighbors often brought clothes over for alterations or custom-made items.

Since the new building had only recently been handed over, the security in the community wasn't very tight, and there were frequent reports of thefts or women being harassed when they came home late at night. Although my fiancée often reminded me to be careful with my cute 50cc motorcycle, I always thought those thieves probably wouldn't even look at my beat-up bike, so I never paid any attention to it.

That night, after finishing my usual online session, I was feeling quite hungry, so I decided to wander around the neighborhood looking for some snacks. I grabbed my car keys, too lazy to change out of my shorts, and pulled on a t-shirt over my already bare-chested body before heading out.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw a person wearing a helmet start my Fifty, back it up with one foot in front of the other, and accelerate away. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was really my motorcycle. Seeing the other person about to ride off right in front of me, I didn't have time to think. I lunged forward and grabbed the handlebar on the back of the motorcycle. The rider, startled by the sudden resistance, glanced back at me. Perhaps because I was trying to stop the motorcycle, he also hesitated for a moment, but then a look of fear crossed his eyes, and he accelerated, trying to break free.

I felt a surge of anger.

(Damn it! This guy actually stole it. Bad luck, I caught him!) I thought to myself.

Seeing him accelerate sharply and the rear wheel of the motorcycle skid to the left, I took three quick steps and pushed the motorcycle and the rider to the ground. I also lost my balance and tripped over the motorcycle. The thief scrambled to his feet and ran towards the fire escape next to the elevator. Although I was a little dizzy from the fall, I wasn't about to let the thief go. Ignoring the state of the motorcycle, I rushed over, grabbed him from behind, and slammed him against the wall.

Only then did I get a clearer look: the thief wearing a full-face helmet was actually a woman. I was stunned, a little surprised. Besides the pale face behind the helmet, which was pale with fear, she didn't seem like the type of delinquent girl.

(Whatever! I caught her red-handed.)

Calming myself down, I violently ripped off her helmet.

"No... I beg you... no..." The girl bent over, struggling to break free from my grip.

"No what?!" I yelled, pulling the girl, who was almost squatting down, back up.

To be honest, my initial fear of the car thief's "superior skills" had diminished by 90%.

"I... I have some money here, take it, please let me go," the girl said, her voice slightly choked.

(Hehehe! I want to settle this privately.) I looked at the female thief; she was of above-average looks, about 160 centimeters tall, but her fearful face really gave me an urge to abuse her. Although I was tempted to do something bad, I didn't dare to be too rash, especially since she was near my house. If things went wrong, it wouldn't be a joke.

"No!" Looking at the motorcycle lying on the ground, oil spilled everywhere from its fall, my anger flared up again: "You've ruined my bike! I don't even know if I can ride it anymore!"

"Your bike...?" The girl stared at me, her eyes wide, a thin mist clinging to her eyelids.

"Of course it's my bike, or yours...?" The more I spoke, the less confident I became. I wanted to let go of her hand, but fearing she was just bluffing, I pulled her hand towards the bike.

(Wow! So delicate.) Her slightly sweaty hand was surprisingly delicate. After all, this shouldn't be...

I picked up the bike and glanced at the license plate (Haha! Yes, it's my bike). I don't know why I was so happy; maybe it's because she really is quite pretty!

The girl stood there dumbfounded, stammering, "I... I thought it was my friend's..."

"You thought!" Although

my motorcycle had scraped off a patch of paint from the side plastic cover when it slid down, it had cooled down considerably because I hadn't made a mistake. Since I was in the right, I wasn't afraid!

I propped up the motorcycle and squatted down to inspect the scratches. My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Of course, the main point was… hehe!

Seeing me squatting down to check the motorcycle, the girl probably realized she was in the wrong and squatted down next to me. 'I'm sorry! I really didn't… mm… I…' she looked at me somewhat bewildered.

I continued touching the scratches, and the faint scent of her body made me glance at her out of the corner of my eye.

(Wow! She's got quite a few breasts!) Wearing a casual shirt, her upper body was slightly constricted by her high breasts. Even though we were only squatting side-by-side, my higher position allowed me a glimpse of her deep cleavage.

(What should I do? Let her go?) I thought to myself. Letting her go… that would be a real shame! But…

(2)

'Boom… Boom…'

The elevator between the two buildings shook the empty parking lot, interrupting my ill-intentioned thoughts.

The sound of the building manager's dragging footsteps, and the flickering beam of his flashlight as he walked, were both somewhat unsettling.

(Probably the parking lot's surveillance cameras attracted him here!) I guessed.

The girl next to me saw the manager arrive and stood up somewhat hastily, while I continued to inspect my motorcycle.

'What?' The manager stopped halfway between us and asked.

'Nothing! This girl wants…'

I was about to explain what had just happened to the manager when the girl next to me nudged me with her ankle, looking at me with pleading eyes, her lips trembling slightly, as if asking me not to say anything.

I stood up, supporting myself with one hand, and looked at her.

(Damn it, I won't settle this score with you for now.)

'She wanted to go out, but she almost got lost, lost her.' (Translation: She tried to leave but almost bumped into me and fell.) I smiled at the attendant, thinking my turn wasn't too hard.

The attendant shone his flashlight on the car and the ground; he probably didn't intend to come any closer. Seeing the girl was neatly dressed and hadn't cried for help, he turned and tossed out a warning to keep quiet before slowly walking back.

I apologized to the attendant as I tried to start the car, feeling a little annoyed.

(Damn it, that bitch. I'm apologizing, and she acts like nothing happened, just standing there like a block of wood.) I muttered to myself.

Looking at the key in the ignition, I curiously tossed it a few times, and it actually turned. I vaguely understood it was a misunderstanding; after all, I'd been in a similar situation before. But nobody would miss an opportunity like this! Even if I couldn't do anything to the girl, I should at least make her pay!

I pressed the starter button several times and even stepped on it, but the bike wouldn't start. I had to squat down to check if it was damaged. The girl stood nervously beside me, watching me "fix the bike."

I looked up at her; she seemed a little confused by my gaze, just glancing back and forth between me and herself.

"Hey! How am I supposed to fix the bike with you blocking my way?!"

The girl quickly squatted down.

"Thank you so much for earlier!" the girl said somewhat uneasily.

I didn't reply.

"I really don't know... I rode the wrong bike. My friend said her bike was parked on the right-hand side after you get off at the parking lot, a red Fifty, with a Hello Kitty sticker on the gas cap on the back seat..."

(Wow... that sticker was put there by my precious fiancée, making me always afraid to look the gas station attendant in the eye.)

"How do I know if it's true? Every thief has an excuse!" I still wouldn't give in. Giving in at this moment would mean all my efforts were in vain!

As I racked my brains trying to figure out what to do, a sharp, burning pain shot through the inside of my left thigh. I turned my thigh towards the light and saw a patch of light red on the skin. It turned out that when I fell, my left thigh had been grazed by a part of the motorcycle; the skin had peeled off, and small, bloody droplets were oozing out.

"What happened...?"

The girl looked at my thigh as I moved. Perhaps because the light wasn't very bright, she gently nudged my left knee with one hand, lowering her head close to examine my wound.

My heart skipped a beat. The feeling of the girl's breath caressing my inner thigh so closely was like foreplay with my fiancée; the tension and excitement of being exposed in the open space further amplified my involuntary, strange sexual desire… My

gradually rising erection made me uneasy and want to leave, even though the brief contact was somewhat unbearable. I still couldn't let my guard down regarding the constantly rotating surveillance camera hanging on the wall.

I gently pulled my leg away, stood up, and walked towards the stairwell.

The stinging pain in my thigh wasn't enough to impede my movement, but I shamelessly pretended it was serious, limping along.

The girl hurriedly followed to support me.

"Get away! I don't need your fake kindness." I elbowed her away.

"You… what do you want?" the girl asked anxiously.

I ignored her, stopped at the platform between the basement and the first floor, stepped up two stairs with my left leg, bent to the side, and looked at my wound in the light from the first floor.

"I was thinking…" I paused, waiting for the girl to catch up, "There should be a security camera in the supervisor's office that I can access!"

Seeing the girl's face turn deathly pale again, I felt incredibly satisfied. It felt like a mouse being caught by a cat.

"Please don't... I... I'll pay you back, okay?" the girl pleaded again.

"Of course you have to pay! My car broke down, and I don't know how I'm going to work tomorrow. Plus, my leg really hurts!" I said, pretending to furrow my brow in pain as I looked at her.

The girl walked over to the stairs next to me and sat down, looking at the wound and asking, "Does it hurt a lot?"

That gentle voice made me want to give up, but I gritted my teeth and said, "Lick it clean!"

We both froze; I really hadn't expected to say that.

She stared at me for a while.

"What are you looking at! I didn't bring a handkerchief; what if it gets infected?" I guiltily made excuses for myself: "Or, we can go to the guardhouse and get the videotape, then go to the police station together." Seeing her still hesitating, I emphasized my words. At the same time, I pressed the back of her head against my thigh.

The girl seemed to soften, or perhaps genuinely guilty and ashamed. She tentatively extended her tongue to lightly touch the wound, but then tilted her head back, revealing a slightly nauseating expression.

"Hurry up!" I urged.

The girl closed her eyes, aimed at the wound, and licked it up and down with her tongue again.

I watched her from a high angle, admiring her slightly pitiful appearance, accompanied by a ticklish sensation on my thighs. Her rather impressive cleavage made me want to insert my penis between her breasts for a "breast play."

The special scent emanating from my restless, upward-throbbing penis brushed open her slightly closed eyes. Startled to realize that my even more aggressive weapon was trying its best to break through the "clothes," she shyly turned her head to the side.

"Hey! There's more!" I pulled up my shorts and underwear, adjusting my penis which was a little swollen and painful from being covered by my underwear, while gesturing for her to lick the base of my penis.

The girl caught a glimpse of my movements out of the corner of her eye, which deepened her hesitation.

I was annoyed and unable to control my rising lust. I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my thighs, grabbed her head, and forcefully pressed her against my erect penis.

"Hurry up!" I said impatiently, with a hint of intimidation. Ignoring the tears streaming down the girl's face, I thrust my penis into her mouth.

Breaking through her defenses, like penetrating a virgin, took considerable effort, but the force of my thrusts also broke down her defenses. The process wasn't smooth or pleasurable, but the slippery sensation of her saliva and the occasional light touch of her tongue against the tip of my glans made me forget all about morality.

The girl gradually grasped the tip of my penis with one hand, moving it with the movement of her head, while her other hand caressed my scrotum, gently rotating my testicles like an old man playing with a sledgehammer. At the same time, she increased and decreased the muscles in her cheeks, creating the effect of vaginal contractions during a woman's orgasm.

I was surprised, but I had no time to think about it; her large breasts were my focus. I bent down slightly, slipped my hand under the seam of her casual shirt, and squeezed her breasts hard. Simultaneously, I ran my thumb and middle finger along the ridge of her breasts, laboriously rotating her slightly upturned nipples.

The girl turned around, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure, and her mouth and hand movements quickened.

The increased friction of my penis and the feeling of being discovered at any moment triggered the prelude to my ejaculation. Unable to savor the pleasure any longer, I held her head and increased the piston-like motion of my penis in her mouth. A surge of pleasure

shot through my spine to my brain, causing me to thrust my penis deep into her mouth, ejaculating thick streams of semen deep inside.

We both froze for a moment. She suddenly sat up, gripping the stair railing, and spat out the semen I had just ejaculated.

I looked at her, slightly regaining my senses. I quickly pulled up my pants, tossed out a "Let's leave it at that this time," and hurriedly climbed downstairs and ran out. When I met Shuzhen again afterward, she was really very unforgiving, but at that time, all I felt was the fear after the stimulation...

(3)

In the weeks after the incident, I was never relaxed.

Every time I went out or came home, every time I passed the scene in the parking lot, I was always uneasy, fearing that I might accidentally bump into the girl I had humiliated again. The contradiction was that every time I got on the elevator or even after entering the house, I felt a little disappointed.

With a slightly melancholy and delicate face, the scene of her swallowing and spitting out my penis with her brows slightly furrowed; the feeling of her mouth contracting and relaxing, creating the sensation of the penis rubbing against the inner wall of the woman's vagina, made me unable to control myself and rush to my fiancée's studio, violently pull down her panties, and start fucking her from back to front in front of her flatbed.

While fucking, I slapped my wife's white and tender buttocks, the word 'slut' echoing in my heart, leaving finger marks on her milky white buttocks. My fiancée, her body trembling from the impact, could only brace herself against the wooden edge of the flatbed table to resist my forceful penetration.

I knew the image in my heart was no longer that of my fiancée, panting and moaning after her orgasm, lying face down on the table. I was simply thrusting my glans against the tender flesh of her cervix, relentlessly trying to shatter that illusion that shouldn't belong to me.

Perhaps the continuous stimulation and swelling caused her once-slippery vagina to gradually become dry. The increased friction also sent a tingling sensation from the tip of my penis upwards through her thighs. I pulled out my dark, swollen penis, flipped my fiancée over, and thrust my penis into her mouth, ejaculating in a moment of ecstasy with a slight tremor in her body.

Afterwards, I plopped down on the floor, looking down at my fiancée's vagina, which was now slightly red and swollen from my penetration.

My hand stroked the entrance of her vulva back and forth, my middle finger lightly touching the slit between her labia, but the thought of 'what does she look like?' flashed through my mind... Sigh! It's really a bit of a pain.

My unsuspecting fiancée leaned against me, one hand slipping through the gap in my shirt buttons and caressing my chest.

'Jun, did you take aphrodisiacs? Or... do you miss my 'little sister' that much?' my fiancée asked with a lewd smile.

I didn't know how to answer her, and my guilt deepened. I hugged her tightly and kissed her incessantly. I really hoped that night was just a fleeting moment in my life...

(4)

Fortune and misfortune are intertwined, perhaps the best proof of what happened next. I never expected to meet Shuzhen again by such a coincidence...

About two or three months after the incident, I didn't see her on the street, and the impact of that night gradually faded from my mind. I went about my usual routine.

It was a Saturday afternoon. After a business meeting at the company, I dragged my tired body home. After a short rest, I prepared to go to Tianmu for Mongolian barbecue with my fiancée.

"Jun, could I do you a favor…?" my fiancée asked, looking at me lying on the sofa watching TV.

"What?" I replied curtly, continuing to watch TV. After a busy week and those annoying business meetings, I really wanted to relax.

"…Could you deliver a dress to my neighbor…Ms. Huang called and said she's attending a wedding today and needs to wear it…" My fiancée waved a khaki paper bag, revealing her most captivating smile.

I had no choice! I was afraid of her nagging.

I took the bag from her, asked for directions, and reluctantly walked out. It wasn't too far; just take the elevator to the parking lot, then go up to the building two flights of stairs.

I pressed B1 in the elevator, then changed it to 1st floor. A sudden, inexplicable nervousness washed over me, and I found my own actions somewhat amusing.

(Such contradictory creatures!) Lost in thought, I walked through the community's central courtyard, casually observing the new neighbors gradually moving in.

(This community must be fully occupied, at least two or three thousand households!) I found the place my fiancée had mentioned, went inside, and saw some advertisements and announcements from the management committee on the bulletin board.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

'Who is it?'

'Ms. Huang, delivering clothes!'

'Oh! The door's a little open. Come in yourself.'

A woman's voice came from deep inside the house; it sounded somewhat familiar. I took off my shoes, pushed open the door, and went in, looking around the living room.

'Wait a moment… how much?' A voice came from the back balcony.

'Three hundred and fifty.' I glanced at the price on the paper bag and agreed, feeling genuinely sorry for my fiancée's meager salary. She always said that's about the going rate for alterations, and as long as she was happy, I didn't care too much.

Footsteps came from the kitchen. I turned around and looked towards the sound. A girl carrying a large load of drying clothes emerged from the dimly lit kitchen.

"Sorry… I kept you waiting…"

Before she could finish, we both froze. Time seemed to stand still as I watched this girl I both longed to see and dreaded, feeling both afraid and embarrassed.

"Are you… alright?" After a moment, I managed a weak smile and asked, my voice dry.

The girl remained silent, staring at me. Then, a piece of clothing flew towards my face, scattering red and white stains across the air between us…

"Get out… get out of here… you pervert…" the girl suddenly screamed hysterically.

I panicked! Hesitating, I didn't know whether to listen to her and run away quickly, or to explain something to her! The open door would surely carry her voice, and worse, she was my fiancée's customer…

Seeing the girl hesitating and about to escape, I couldn't think about it anymore. I threw down the paper bag in my hand and rushed over, grabbing her tightly and covering her mouth with my hand.

'Listen to me…'

My mind raced, trying to come up with a reason to persuade her. But she struggled desperately, shaking her head and patting my back with her small hands, trying her best to break free.

(Damn it!) A surge of anger rose within me, and the desire to conquer seemed to reignite.

I lowered my head and fiercely covered her thin lips with mine, laboriously using my tongue to pry open her clenched teeth, swirling it inside her mouth. A hand began to pull up her shirt from the bottom hem, almost tearing it open and loosening her bra, then forcefully squeezing and kneading her roughly 34C breasts.

"No...don't do this! ...My friend's coming back soon!" she cried, her face flushed, trying to push me away, her voice softening slightly.

I ignored her, half-forcing her into the nearest room, not even bothering to close the door, and pressed her down hard on the bed.

"No...I...it's not convenient..." she pleaded, frantically trying to stop my forehead from licking her nipples.

I didn't have time for her, simply sitting on her lap, grabbing her wrists, and quickly pulling down her rather cute cartoon panties.

"Is sex all you men see?" she said, closing her eyes, seemingly ready to give up and accept the ensuing brutality.

I stood there, stunned by her words and the slightly melancholy look in her eyes! Looking at the girl lying on the bed, almost naked, I unzipped my pants, got up, walked out of the room, picked up the paper bag my fiancée had given me scattered on the floor, wrote my name and company phone number on it, and walked home without even taking the money...

(5)

Power, money, and women are the three major vulnerabilities of men. Is the meaning of women in my heart only sex? While waiting for the elevator, I tried to find a better reason to refute the voice that kept ringing in my mind.

Beautiful, charming, slender, or pure and gentle women are always the first objects of our attention as men. Behind the blind pursuit, besides satisfying the momentary satisfaction of life and the sexual desire after getting them, there are too many uncertainties that are often deliberately ignored.

I was a little speechless.

'Hey...!'

The girl's voice rang out, which surprised me a little. I turned around and looked at her standing far away by the wall inside the room, her hair messy and her face extremely pale, and I felt a little reluctant.

'You don't want your money!' I looked at her

, unsure what to say, and just kept lightly touching the automatic safety sensor on the elevator door. I knew I wasn't so concerned about getting my fiancée's salary; perhaps I just wanted another chance to explain something to her or stop and look at her a little longer.

The girl silently went back into the room, took out her purse, counted out 350 yuan, glanced at me, hesitated a bit, placed it on the living room table, and hurriedly retreated to the sofa against the wall.

I took off my shoes, looked at the clothes scattered on the floor, and tiptoed in, picking up the shirt that had just fallen onto the clothes rack by the door and handing it to her across the table.

"You... is your leg better?"

"Um... oh! It's better... much better..." For a moment, I was a little confused by her question, then remembered that she was still worried about my injury. I quickly answered, giving a smile in hopes of breaking the awkward silence.

She took the shirt from my hand, placed it on the sofa beside her, and began bending down to tidy up the clothes on the floor.

"Ms. Huang!" "I...you...you're going to the wedding?" I asked, squatting down to help tidy up while trying to start a conversation.

"...I'm not Miss Huang." The girl looked at me, probably thinking I wouldn't bother her anymore, and said that.

I stopped tidying up, waiting for her to continue.

"She's my roommate...Hey! You're holding my..." The girl smiled, her face slightly flushed.

I was stunned. To be honest, she really looked pretty when she smiled! It was the first time I'd seen her smile since we'd "knew" each other for so long.

I snapped out of my daze and realized I was holding a pink and white pair of panties, fiddling with them.

"Ha! Ha! Sorry...what's your name...?" I quickly handed them to her, asking tentatively.

"Don't take them!" The girl ignored me, her tone suggesting I leave.

"Then...I left my company phone number there." Somewhat disappointed, I stood up and pointed to my fiancée's bag.

The girl looked in the direction I was pointing, then stood up with me, maintaining a distance as I left.

(She's probably still scared?!) I scrutinized her. That's a normal person's reaction, I know!

'My name is Cheng Shuzhen!'

I heard her say the moment the door closed. A sudden surge of joy, like a child receiving candy, filled me. I didn't know why. Was it the weight finally lifted from my heart, or was it anticipation of a different kind of life? I didn't know!

Back home, I hurriedly handed the money to my fiancée, then grabbed the phone book from beside the car and, like a thief, slipped into my computer room, copying down Miss Huang's phone number from my notebook.

I sat at my computer desk and unconsciously turned it on. I searched my memory for the location of the hard drive image that resembled Shuzhen's appearance, and used a graphics management program to browse through the folders one by one.

Watching the slideshow rapidly rotating the sex scene on the screen, my hand reached into my underwear...

(6)

In the following days, I was always unable to calm down and do what I was supposed to do, and I would always find an excuse to go for a walk in the courtyard of the community after dinner.

'Jun, what's wrong with you?' my fiancée asked me, who seemed a little abnormal

. 'Oh! My stomach seems to be upset again recently.' I avoided her direct gaze and lied a little uneasyly.

'Remember to buy some stomach lotion when you get back.' My fiancée was a little worried about my old ailment.

I slipped past her and quickly went downstairs, feeling a strange sense of excitement. Actually, I didn't know if I would run into Shuzhen, and I felt quite guilty towards my fiancée, but this kind of emotional infidelity, akin to an extramarital affair, truly possessed a fatal allure.

A little nervously, I wandered out of the community, walked two blocks to a public phone booth, picked up the phone, and dialed the number I knew by heart, a strange mix of anticipation and unease.

"Hello!"

"...It's me, Zhang Zhengjun." Even in those few words, I felt a slight tremor.

"...What is it?" She paused for a moment.

"Is it convenient?...I'm at 'Manabe' next to the community..." I couldn't discern the tone of her voice, glancing at the nearby shops.

"...I don't want coffee..."

"How about we go for a walk?" I persisted, unwilling to give up.

"...Where are you?"

(Oh! Ya!)

I excitedly told her my location, and as I hung up the public phone, I made a gesture that even I found a little funny.

Not long after, Shuzhen rode up on a red Fifty that looked remarkably similar to mine. I studied her from a distance as she rode over; they really did look alike, the only difference being that she wasn't wearing a helmet. (Note: A few years ago in Taiwan, you didn't need to wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle; I really miss the days when you didn't have to worry about your scalp itching!)

She looked at me, staring intently at the motorcycle, and smiled slightly, seemingly satisfied with proving her innocence that night.

"Wait a minute!"

I ran to the public phone again, made a call home, and lied to my fiancée, saying I'd run into an important client on my way to buy medicine and wanted to chat and have tea, and that I told her not to wait at the door.

"Calling your wife?!" Shuzhen's expression was a little strange, a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

I looked at her, twirled my hand in the air, and gestured for her to take the motorcycle, which bore no wedding insignia.

"Where do you want to go?" Looking at Shuzhen's smile at my lack of marriage, I felt uneasy.

"Anywhere." She wrapped her arms around my waist like a lover.

As I felt the soft touch of her breasts behind me, I thought about where we'd go for a ride. (The darker the better, of course!)

Swaying, the bike started climbing the mountain road. Perhaps it was the cool mountain air, but I felt the embrace around my waist tighten.

(Hey! Hey! That's right.) Just as I was congratulating myself on my correct judgment, I seemed to feel her softly sobbing against my back.

(No way! She's crying because of this?!)

"Hey! What's wrong?" I called out to Shuzhen as I rode.

She ignored me, just keeping her head buried in my back.

"Ahhhhhh!" Shuzhen suddenly let out a loud scream. I inexplicably slowed down, wanting to stop and check on her.

"Don't mind me, just keep riding!" she said, patting me gently.

(Crazy!) I thought to myself. It wasn't until later, when I finally asked Shuzhen, that I learned she had simply wanted to vent her emotions over a sudden surge of feelings.

She rode to her usual weekend fishing spot, uphill along the industrial road, until she found a hard spot near some trees and propped up the bike's kickstand.

I took a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and looked around for anyone else. Even though it wasn't a holiday, there was still a chance of encountering night fishermen.

I walked back to the bike and watched Shuzhen take a comb from her purse, sit in front of the seat, and look in the rearview mirror, fixing her wind-blown hair.

The night was truly beautiful, just like her in my eyes!

I stepped forward, gently wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, straddled the bike, and rested my head on her shoulder, running my fingers through her short hair while rubbing my cheek against hers.

Shuzhen turned her head away somewhat uneasily. I moved my hand to her ear, nibbling her earlobe and gently sliding it down her neck. My hands, which were wrapped around her waist, slipped inside her shirt, slowly moving towards the bottom of her bra. I gently pushed it open, letting her breasts pop out, and grasped them, twisting the already hardened nipples.

"Hey! ...Hey!" Shuzhen called softly.

I continued my caresses, just looking at her.

"You're going too far! ...Here?" She looked around, twisting her body, slightly resisting my hand that was beginning to lift her skirt and try to penetrate her.

"Don't move, or someone will really see us!" I said in her ear, while using my hand to move Shuzhen's buttocks up a little, quickly inserting my fingers into her already quite wet vagina.

Shuzhen let out a soft "Ah," nervously wrapping her arms around my neck and shifting her body forward, sitting close to the front of the motorcycle seat.

This made it easier for me to insert my fingers into her vagina. I slipped my hand inside her panties, my palm tightly gripping her vulva, kneading it like dough. In no time, Shuzhen was wet from my kneading, my palm completely sticky.

While playing with her slightly swollen clitoris, I inserted my middle finger into her vagina, probing the vaginal walls. Suddenly, I felt an urge to examine her wet vulva closely.

I backed off the back seat, using the motorcycle as an examination table. Holding Shuzhen's hands, I positioned her at a slight 30-degree angle on the seat, supporting her knees on the handlebars.

"Hey!" "...Stop it!" she said uneasily, trying to put her legs down.

"Don't move! If the motorcycle falls over, I won't be responsible!" I said, feeling satisfied with my handiwork.

Looking at her with her head tilted to the side, eyes slightly closed, legs spread open and hanging on the handlebars, if there wasn't so little space on the motorcycle for me to squeeze in, I would have already jumped on and fucked her hard three hundred times.

I squatted next to the motorcycle, pulled her panties down to her thighs, and looked at her vulva, which was already slightly moist with a layer of lustful fluid.

"Wow! So wet..." I said to Shuzhen with a lewd smile.

"It's all your fault..." Shuzhen said angrily, blushing.

Looking at her expression, I couldn't help but bury my head in her vulva, which was opening and closing due to her "special sitting position," and carefully caressed her vulva with my tongue.

"No..." Shuzhen almost fell off the motorcycle in her excitement.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?!" I was a little surprised.

"No! After sitting on the motorcycle for so long... plus this position, it reminds me of when I was little... some people used to hold me like this to pee..."

(Wow... she wants to pee... Yay! This position is nice.)

"Hey! Put me down first." Shuzhen tried to get up.

How could I let this opportunity pass?! I quickly grabbed Shuzhen and climbed over the motorcycle again to sit behind her.

"I don't want to! If you want to pee, just pee like this!" I mischievously pressed down on her bladder.

"Don't press... don't press... oh..."

Shuzhen was probably really in a hurry. Before she finished speaking, I saw a clear stream of urine spray out from her lower body. The lewd scene was truly unforgettable.

"Don't look... you're so bad!"

"Hey! You pee and poop anywhere, and you're blaming me?" "!" I said with a laugh as I parted her vulva with my hand, making her urinate more freely.

Shuzhen wanted to push my hand away from her labia, but was afraid the car would tip over, so she grabbed the bottom edge of the seat.

Overwhelmed by lust, I couldn't continue teasing her. I hurriedly unzipped my pants, pulling them down to my thighs like Shuzhen, and eagerly pulled out my penis, stroking it with my hand.

Without waiting for Shuzhen to finish urinating, I removed her legs from the faucet, lifted her slender waist slightly, and placed my legs through her thighs, making her sit on my lower body.

Shuzhen bent her hand, holding my penis, and while stroking her vulva, suddenly took my entire glans into her mouth. The instant feeling of being enveloped by her secret flesh made me disregard the fact that Shuzhen's vagina wasn't fully open, and I thrust my erect penis upwards forcefully.

"Don't be so rough!" Shuzhen frowned slightly.

Feeling a little apologetic, I placed my hand on Shuzhen's vulva, gently tapping it with my fingertips while kissing her neck to stimulate her.

Soon, Shuzhen seemed to feel it too, holding the handlebars and moving up and down with the motorcycle's swaying motion. The feeling of my penis being squeezed inside her vagina, accompanied by Shuzhen's soft moans, sent a tingling, numbing pleasure through my glans, quickly spreading throughout my entire body.

"Faster! Faster!" I gripped Shuzhen's waist, helping her increase the speed of her thrusts.

"Jun! Don't ejaculate! Wait for me…" Shuzhen cried out frantically.

I pushed Shuzhen forward, quickly lying down with her on the ground. My heightened emotions made me disregard whether Shuzhen's urine remained on the grass. Lying on top of her, I guided my penis into her.

"Harder…faster…deeper…" With each rapid collision of our bodies, Shuzhen cried out loudly and without restraint.

'Jun, hurry... I'm coming...' I gritted my teeth and increased the speed of my penis insertion.

Instantly, my glans was hit by a warm stream of vaginal fluid, and I couldn't help but ejaculate.

I lay on top of her, smelling the rather unique scent emanating from her body after the intense exercise, and looking at this little woman with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face, I couldn't help but lightly kiss her lips.

Shuzhen opened her eyes, pushed me away shyly, and quickly got up and put on her clothes. I pulled her closer, wanting to enjoy a little more tenderness.

Shuzhen laughed and dodged away, while squatting down to help me put on my pants.

'You're the worst!' She flicked my glans lightly with her finger, quickly stuffed my little brother into my underwear, and pulled up the zipper.

I looked at Shuzhen's skillful movements and had some doubts in my heart! But I thought no one would ruin such a good thing in front of them...

(7)

I often wondered whether it was fate playing tricks on people, or whether people could overcome fate? Life is full of disappointments, yet we often anticipate the fleeting pleasures of what we find agreeable.

At least, that's how I felt when I was with Shuzhen.

(Her skills are really good, but...so young?!) I recalled our first meeting, her oral sex skills, and everything that happened tonight—so reserved yet subtly wild. Her gentle, almost submissive, gesture of helping me put on my pants stirred a feeling I'd never experienced before.

I hesitated to think further, wondering when I'd gone upstairs after parting from Shuzhen. A sense of unease, even a vague emptiness, filled me. A strange feeling of annoyance made me frantically turn my key, eager to get home. After all, it was so late.

I quietly opened the door, peering around the living room like a thief.

(...Why is she sleeping here?...)

The moonlight streaming in from the balcony illuminated my fiancée's body on the sofa, surprising me! Feeling a little guilty, I didn't dare go over to tell her to go back to her room. I quickly slipped into the bathroom, wanting to take a shower to get rid of the lingering odor.

(What should I do?... What should I say...?)

I lathered myself with soap, racking my brains for an excuse, even reluctantly and fearfully leaving the bathroom.

The engagement ceremony, which had no legal effect whatsoever, and the thought that I was merely seeking some excitement in the mundane, kept flashing through my mind. But the sense of security I felt after being intimate with my fiancée, and the familiar comfort of our daily life, made me extremely uneasy.

(Whatever! I can just pretend to be angry; Mei-jun won't dare do anything!) I prepared for the worst. "Turning a laugh into anger" was my usual tactic when I was in the wrong. I knew that my fiancée, Mei-jun, would always cleverly avoid confrontation when I was angry; perhaps that was the biggest reason I chose her!

Although it wasn't an ideal solution, at least I had a plan in mind. I rinsed myself off, sniffed to see if I had any lingering "strange smell," and ran my fingers through my wet hair as I walked towards the living room.

(Huh!...She went back to her room?!)

Not seeing my fiancée lying on the sofa, I grabbed a cigarette from the table, strolled to the bedroom door, lit it, and looked at her curled up on the bed. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd done something wrong...

"Jun! ...Jun! Get up! ...Hurry! We're running late!" Meijun gently shook me.

Opening my blurry eyes, I saw my fiancée's faint smile. Radiant like the morning sun.

(Huh! She seems alright...?) I dressed and walked sleepily towards the bathroom to wash up, wondering what my fiancée was thinking. I kept quiet, thinking it might be better to pretend nothing was wrong; after all, stillness is better than movement!

(…mhm…the smell of toasted bread is so good!) I shaved as I walked out of the bathroom, searching for the source of the aroma. Although I could hear my fiancée, Mei-jun, frying something in the kitchen, with the range hood blaring, I was quite suspicious. Although my fiancée was very gentle and considerate towards me, she rarely made anything for me to eat in the morning.

'Wow! It's going to rain heavily today.' I walked into the kitchen and watched my fiancée frying eggs, preparing to give me some with bread.

'…Really! How did you know?' Mei-jun heard me say, bending over and looking at the back balcony as she asked me.

'Otherwise, why would you suddenly make breakfast?' Seeing Mei-jun's expression of believing it was really going to rain, I said with a smile.

Mei-jun laughed when she heard that I was talking about her making breakfast.

"Your stomach hurts, doesn't it? I bet you ate whatever you wanted this morning, and it flared up again!"

I walked over to her, watching Meijun scoop the egg into a plate. While inhaling the warmth emanating from her, I placed my hand on Meijun's round bottom, gently tracing circles.

"Wife, wanna 'touch' it?" I lewdly felt the sensation from her cleft. "

Touch what?! You're going to be late for work...don't...don't do this, the neighbors will see." Meijun, carrying her breakfast, swayed her body, trying to avoid my restless hand.

"I'll pamper you properly tonight!" I slapped her bottom, laughing, and took the breakfast from her.

Meijun let out a soft cry, laughing as she followed me to the table: "You're just all talk! You've been so distracted these past few days, have you met some girl?!" "

No way! How could I dare?" Besides, I give you all my salary. Even if I wanted to, I'd need the money! 'I'm a little flustered, but I have to pretend.

' 'It's best if you don't dare! Let's make this clear first, how you treat me, I'll treat you the same way.' Meijun said, half-seriously, half-threateningly.

'Yes! Darling.' I took Meijun's hand and held it gently, looking at her smiling face, my thoughts racing aimlessly...

Actually, sometimes, certain deliberate preparations can really transform an ordinary environment into a rather pleasant experience. Looking at the house with only the entryway spotlight on, there was still an atmosphere of spatial displacement in the night.

I put down my briefcase, adjusting to the brief visual disorientation caused by the changing light, while searching for the night I had been looking forward to. As the outline of Meijun's body gradually became clear, I realized how stunning I was by that instant difference.

Meijun, wearing a light white gauze dress, leaned lazily against the sofa, and in the dim light, I could faintly feel the allure emanating from the corner of her eyes.

'Ha!' "Ha! 'Just wait here!' I put down my bag, pulled my tie down halfway, and walked to her side. (Note: 'Just wait here!' means I'm ready.)

'Are you tired?' Meijun leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my waist, one hand stroking my thigh along my suit pants.

'It's the same.' I brushed Meijun's hair back, my index finger sliding down her ear to the thin bra strap on her shoulder. Suddenly, I realized Meijun wasn't wearing a bra.

(Damn, so sexy! She must be wearing no underwear either.)

I pressed Meijun back against the sofa, freeing one hand to suddenly lift her skirt, revealing only pale flesh mixed with a patch of dark skin.

'Wow! You really aren't wearing anything?!' Although I was right, I was still a little surprised by my fiancée's attire.

'You wanted to "take it on," huh? I'll let you "feel the pain" properly!' Meijun smiled sweetly, tucking her feet onto the sofa and swinging them open and closed like a clam.

Seeing his fiancée's movements, he was suddenly seized by a childlike impulse. Matching the timing of Meijun's leg swings, he quickly slipped his hand under her skirt, lightly touching her vulva before quickly withdrawing, as if playing a live TV game. Seeing my

enthusiasm, Meijun pulled her skirt up to her waist, shifted her hips forward, and slowed her leg swings, seemingly hoping I would aim or allow my fingers to penetrate deeper. I

carefully observed Meijun's slightly parted labia majora, their flesh a delicate red; the upward-extending slit revealed a clitoris, sharp as a bamboo shoot, quite beautiful.

Forgetting the foreplay, I quickly pulled down my pants, not even bothering to remove my shirt, and, holding my still-throbbing penis, pressed it against her vulva.

"It's too dry!" My fiancée frowned slightly, using her hand to block my further advance while spreading her legs apart to reduce friction during penetration.

Hearing Meijun say this, I couldn't bear to rush in. I adjusted my position, guiding my penis and rubbing the glans against my fiancée's labia, spitting some saliva onto my fingers and gently rotating her clitoris. Gradually, I felt the entrance becoming moist, and with a slight downward thrust of my hips, a sensation of the vaginal walls opening spread to my brain. I deliberately hooked the ridge of my glans against my fiancée's labia minora.

Meijun's orgasm came quickly; even before I felt my penis was fully inside, she was already pressing her hands against my buttocks, ignoring the pain, hoping to push my penis in further.

I slightly increased the speed of my thrusts, sliding my penis as far as possible towards the lower part of her vaginal muscles. With the increased friction of the glans, I soon felt a warm liquid spreading upwards from the bottom of Meijun's vagina.

(She came!)

As Meijun's buttocks relaxed instantly, I slowed my thrusting, only forcefully pushing my penis deep inside, rotating my hips slightly, and then thrusting in again. I knew Meijun's orgasm was incredibly rapid, and each time I thrust forcefully, her body trembled slightly.

Looking at Meijun's expression, which seemed both painful and pleasurable, a sense of conquest enveloped me. Sigh! I don't know if I should feel pathetic, that I need to satisfy my fiancée's sexual desire to alleviate the guilt of my affair. What an incurable man.

'Let's go back to the room?' Meijun hugged me, whispering in my ear.

Looking at her rosy cheeks, I knew the night was still long and waiting for me…

(8. The End)

People always seem to be unwilling to be alone. After a few days of being well-behaved, I started thinking about Shuzhen again. I knew that

this phone call would change my world. But like a male spider courting a mate, I couldn't resist that fatal attraction.

Sitting at a table by the glass window in the coffee shop, I gently touched the coffee cup with a delicate spoon. I wondered when the English spelling of porcelain would change to 'japan'? While waiting, I always let my mind wander to dispel some… the guilt of slightly expectant yet nervous.

The coffee shop door opened with a 'creak'. Looking at Shuzhen looking around, I couldn't help but stand up and wave to her to indicate where I was.

'Have you been waiting long?' Shuzhen said as she put down her bag.

'Not really. What would you like to drink?' I replied with a smile, even though it had been almost half a pack of cigarettes. But what could I say for a fleeting moment of 'sexual intercourse'?

'Hmm...hmm! I don't really want anything to drink.' Shuzhen looked at the menu the waiter handed her, flipping through it again and again.

'Or...shall we go for a walk?' I tentatively asked Shuzhen, trying to save time during the 'foreplay.' After all, time for a secret tryst is always precious.

She smiled slyly at me. I quickly picked up the bill, paid, and, holding Shuzhen's small hand, slowly walked towards the hotel I had already inquired about with my colleagues. Everything seemed so natural. Shuzhen and I didn't say anything along the way, just quietly waiting for what would happen next.

Entering the temporary rest room, Shuzhen put down her bag and went into the semi-transparent bathroom made of frosted glass. I turned on the TV, lit a cigarette, and, through the warm, yellow light, freely admired Shuzhen's graceful figure as she undressed. In a hazy state, primal lust gradually arose. I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom, enjoying this brief moment of wildness…

My relationship with Shuzhen continued in this way. Of course, I would often use business trips to visit clients as an excuse to take her on short honeymoons, while maintaining my normal life with Meijun. I didn't want to think about what the future would hold, and I secretly felt smug about being able to have two relationships at the same time.

Perhaps fate treats everyone fairly; when you gain something, it also means you might lose something else in the future!

About six months after this period of life, I was riding my motorcycle home from work as usual.

"What...what are you doing?!" I snapped out of my daze at the lewd scene before me, rushing excitedly to the man straddling my fiancée, desperately grabbing his shoulders.

"Zhengjun, get away!" My fiancée looked at me with a meaningless smile.

"I let them play with me willingly..." Meijun continued.

"You...!" I couldn't believe what Meijun was saying.

For a moment, everything seemed to stop.

"Look at the screen on TV...ignore him, hurry! Fuck me hard!" Meijun urged the man on top of her to continue his thrusting, her moans becoming even more unrestrained.

I snapped out of my daze, staring at the TV screen. The footage, though not perfectly clear, was unmistakably of myself and Shuzhen making love in the hotel. I looked in shock at the VCD player and realized we'd been secretly filmed by someone using a V8 camera.

"Young man! You've had your fun with my little rascal, now you better have yours, and we're even! Hahaha!" The man on top of Meijun, thrusting wildly, looked at me and said.

"Harder…faster!" Meijun's hands gripped the man's buttocks tightly.

"I said…how you treat me, I'll…treat you the same way!"

Watching Meijun thrust her hips wildly, matching the in-and-out movements of Shuzhen's father's penis, my mind went completely blank. Instinctively, I felt I should leave the room. I gently closed the door behind me, half-exhausted, and boarded the elevator. The whole world seemed to consist only of white.

As I stepped out of the elevator, Shuzhen's familiar face seemed to appear on the seat of my motorcycle, her gentle voice calling to me.

'Hi……!'

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