The Landlady's Mysterious Cabin

My girlfriend is studying at a university in Shanghai, and we only see each other once every three to five months. I love her very much. But on countless lonely nights, I can't always satisfy my burning passion with my hands, so from time to time, I sleep with other girls. Although I feel guilty afterward, I know clearly that it's just for fun. I love my girlfriend, and one day I will take her to the sacred hall of marriage.

Our photo studio owner is known as Brother Qiang. Brother Qiang is very powerful, with many friends in both the legitimate and underworld circles. Brother Qiang is very powerful; besides owning two large photo studios in this city, he also has branches in Shanghai and Guangzhou. Brother Qiang is very powerful; he's over forty and only slightly balding. Brother Qiang is very powerful; he found a wife sixteen years younger than him.

Let me tell you about Brother Qiang's wife—just one word—beautiful! I've seen too many beautiful women, but her beauty is extraordinary, captivating, even somewhat alluring. A man who meets her gaze will never want to look away. Men who have seen her say that they would be willing to die to sleep with a woman like her.

Qiang Ge flies to Shanghai and Guangzhou at least once a month to take care of his business there, so he's away from home for about half the month. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to sleep with the stunningly beautiful proprietress.

The proprietress isn't old; she's twenty-five this year. She's 1.68 meters tall with a curvaceous figure. The first time I saw her at the photo studio, everyone else was out. I mistook her for a customer and introduced her to many of the services. Unlike most people who become speechless in front of beautiful women, I'm the opposite. I'm not usually very talkative, but I become more expressive in front of beautiful women. It was clear she had a good impression of me. I thought I might be able to land a big order; we get commissions.

Just as we were exchanging spittle, the photography assistant, Xiao Zhang, returned. He greeted the woman in front of me, "Kitty, you're here?" She glanced at the photo album in front of us, laughed, and said to me, "Bang, what are you doing? Selling things? Haha, you're so funny! You know what? This is our boss's wife!" I felt a little embarrassed at that moment, and then I thought, this woman is really something. She's the boss's wife, and instead of saying so herself, she's enthusiastically playing along with my explanation. What does that mean? Right, the boss's wife doesn't allow us to call her "sister-in-law." She prefers everyone to call her Kitty. She says she likes cats because cats know how to enjoy life and are more pampered than other pets. She has many reasons, but I think she looks like a cat, which is why I'm so fond of cats. Her eyes are big, like a cat's, and they're mesmerizing. These must be the legendary alluring eyes. Normally, you only get an erection when you see a woman's private parts, but even now, I get hard just by looking into her eyes. It's weird! The first time, I had the urge to pin her down.

But she's the boss's wife! Whether someone has the desire isn't the key; having the guts is.

The opportunity finally came. It was raining that day, and Maomao came to the photo studio, saying she wanted me to take a set of photos of her.

Maomao was even more captivating in front of the camera, and the clothes she brought were quite daring, making me fantasize repeatedly. Photoshoots require feeling, just like sex; how can you climax without feeling? After a tiring shoot, we sat down to rest. Maomao asked me to get her cigarettes from her bag. There was a box of Jissbon condoms in her bag! I was stunned. Qiang wasn't home, and the boss's wife had condoms in her bag? Was she going to see her lover? Oh well, rich men and beautiful women, few can maintain their chastity. What's it to me? I handed her a cigarette and lit it. I was going to say that smoking is bad for a woman's skin, but instead I said, "The way you smoke is so alluring." Maomao said, "Really?" As she spoke, her head leaned close to mine. "Yes, especially the moment she exhales smoke, all that smoke..." I stopped talking.

"What's it like in the smoke?" She blew smoke in my face. Damn, I really wanted to grab her and kiss her plump, sexy lips hard. I wanted to rip off her revealing clothes, take out a whip, and lash her mercilessly! When she was a bloody mess, I wanted to take her as much as I could. I wanted to make her climax again and again, to make her experience pain and pleasure simultaneously. "What are you daydreaming about? Say something!" I snapped out of my daze and said it was nothing. (Just to add, after reading what I just said, you must think I'm weird, but that's not true. Later I found out that the really weird one is Cat, and it's something you absolutely can't imagine.

I said, "Let's not shoot today, let's shoot tomorrow, I can't get into the mood." She said okay.

She went out, and came back a little while later, "Abang, it's raining outside, can you drive me home? I'm a new driver, the road conditions are bad."

I took Cat to her house, a multi-story house, just as luxurious as I imagined. That's the charm of an older man. A poor guy like me could never live in a house like this in my life. Cat led me to a room on the second floor. She said it was a very special bedroom, designed by her herself, and she spent a lot of money to have a designer complete it. The special thing about it was that even Brother Qiang didn't know. Originally, I didn't want to go up, but I couldn't resist the attraction of curiosity. Rather than curiosity about the room, it was more of a longing for a beautiful woman.

The room was dimly lit, without windows, as if it were a large room.) It was like a secluded, dark room. The entire design was a bold combination of red and black, flamboyant and daring, with a sense of depth and wildness! On one wall opposite the door was a nude photograph of a cat, as large as the wall itself. The background was pure black; the woman in the photo had fair, smooth skin, long, flowing hair, and was in the classic nude pose, her legs crossed and draped over her shoulders as she sat on the floor. The wind blew her hair, the cat's eyes were dreamy, and against the backdrop of all the black, she appeared pure yet lonely. A thin white veil hung from the ceiling to the floor in front of the photograph, blown by a breeze from somewhere. The veil rose and fell, sometimes obscuring the photograph, sometimes falling back down. Everything looked so natural.

I was puzzled. Wasn't this supposed to be a bedroom? Why was there no bed? The room was very simple; besides a sofa in the corner, there was nothing else. I stood there, a little lost, not wanting to offer too many compliments. I'd taken countless photographs; in front of such a stunning beauty, saying she was beautiful would only seem superfluous and foolish. She didn't let me sit down, and I didn't know whether to leave or sit down myself.

"How is it?"

"Hmm, the design is simple yet bold. I like it."

"What do you think of the photos?" Cat's voice was seductive.

Was she trying to seduce me? I didn't want to cuckold Qiang. I'd already told you, Qiang is strong. I've seen it for myself.

"Sorry, I... I think I should go back."

"Why the rush? Besides, you haven't even seen the unique features of my bedroom yet?"

I looked around. "The most special thing is that there's no bed in the bedroom." If it were anyone else, I would definitely say, no bed is fine, if you want to make love, you can do it on the floor. But Cat is the boss's wife. Although I could vaguely smell her seductive scent, I'm not the kind of man who would do anything for a woman. There are plenty of beautiful women in the world, why take this risk? And another thing is, I love my girlfriend. She smiled mysteriously, deliberately keeping me in suspense, saying, "Have a drink before you go. Why the rush? I'm a cat, not a tiger. Are you afraid I'll eat you?" "

Faced with her strange gaze, any man who could refuse would be a scumbag.

Looking back, I really shouldn't have drunk with her. I want to tell all men: if a beautiful woman asks you to have a drink with her, promising she won't do anything to you, don't believe her." Suddenly, a remote control appeared in her hand. She pressed a button on the wall with her picture. A magical thing happened: the wall rotated, just like in a movie. When the wall completely flipped over, it was clear it was a wine cabinet. Inside were many rare white and red wines, and even Cinsaut! My favorite! It was amazing! Rich people really know how to have fun and enjoy life. Under the influence of alcohol, our eyes became increasingly ambiguous, and our actions became increasingly excessive. "Your name is Abang? Hehe, my Bangbang, it's truly God's arrangement." When she wrapped her arms around my neck, her words became inexplicable. I knew that if I were to have her now, there would definitely be no problem. As I caressed her body, I really couldn't resist anymore. I flipped her over and pinned her to the floor, and through her short skirt, I had already pulled down her panties.

She grinned lewdly, "Are you an animal? You're on the floor."

I ignored her and continued what I was doing. The cat struggled to her feet, found the remote, pressed it against the wall, and wow! A magical thing happened—a bed slowly appeared, heart-shaped, with a pink quilt, so cozy! On the two pillows on the bed were embroidered cats and bangbangs. What a romantic and cunning woman! I love it! I picked up the cat and threw her hard onto the bed. The bed had excellent elasticity, and the moment the beauty bounced slightly, I pounced like a cheetah. "Wait!" She pressed the remote again, and a beam of light shone onto the bed, a magical combination of rose red and pale white light, as if I were in a rose garden. It was so beautiful, you vibrator! Just as I was about to rush in, she pulled open a drawer under the bed. I looked, and damn, it was full of Jissbon products, all kinds—ultra-thin, ice and fire, vibrating, ring-patterned, fruit-scented, and a whole bunch of others. That's incredibly lewd. Even with money, you can't do this. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was opening a condom shop. I randomly picked one up, tore it open, and Cat snatched it away and threw it away. She muttered, "Hmm, a rose-patterned bed... what kind of condom should I use? Fishgrass scented , I guess." She spent ages choosing, and my penis went limp.

Making love with Cat was amazing! She's so creative, and the bed kept changing its style. One moment the lights turned blue, like making love on the ocean; the next, orange, like on a beach. Her remote was amazing; I couldn't even tell where the music was coming from. In short, that night felt perfect, beyond my wildest dreams.

Cat was so horny, wanting me again and again, each time asking for a different condom. She was also horny towards Qiang Ge. Qiang Ge is indeed very strong, but he's old, and with age comes the risk of his wife cheating. Calling Cat a pervert doesn't mean she likes SM or MS. On the contrary, she was even more tender in bed, experiencing multiple orgasms. Under that kind of stimulation, a man just wanted to

have sex with her again and again! It was what happened later that made me realize how perverted she was. Cats are like drugs; once you're hooked, you can't resist. During those days, I didn't think about anything else, only about sleeping with her every day, only about how to make her happy. If she ignored me, I felt even more that life was meaningless. Once a man reaches this point, he's betraying the very essence of love. Filial piety, responsibility, career—none of it matters! Every day, all I thought about was sleeping with my cat, wondering what kind of surprises her mysterious bed would hold tonight, and what kind of Jissbon product would be appropriate. I don't know if I was infatuated with her or she was infatuated with me, but whenever we were together, we kept wanting more and more, as if the end of the world was coming, and if we didn't have it, we'd never have another chance.

One day, we were making love passionately when her remote control beeped, making a squeaking sound. She said, "Qiang-ge is back!" I was so scared I almost peed my pants. If I hadn't been naked, I probably would have.

Cat calmly said, "Don't worry, there's enough time."

She got out of bed, put on her clothes, picked up the remote, and pressed a button. My mattress started to recede into the wall, like the tide going out, and the surface turned white. I was truly impressed by her; even when she was about to be caught in bed with someone else,

she remained so calm and romantic. Only after the bed and I were pushed into the wall did I realize there was such a large space inside—a study. There was a bookshelf with dust-free books, indicating that Cat either reads them often or cleans them regularly. There was a small table with a computer, desserts, and a small refrigerator with drinks and fruit. There was also a small square table with four chairs. The chairs had an odd shape, with pointed backs, armrests, and footrests. I sat down for a bit; they were very comfortable. My legs didn't feel tired at all. The shape of the chair just felt a bit odd.

Wow, I couldn't help but marvel again. There was a mirror as tall as the wall on the woman's left side. I walked up to the mirror, looked at my naked, fit body, and at that moment, I thought of my girlfriend.

After that one time we got through it safely, we became even more unrestrained. Regardless of whether Qiang Ge went to Shanghai or Guangzhou, whenever we wanted, we would run to her secret little house and make love wildly.

Men are animals that think with their lower bodies, especially when you're facing not just a person, but a demon, you simply can't control yourself. Now I finally understand why King Zhou of Shang and Yang Guifei, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Daji, were so indulging in debauchery and neglecting state affairs. I finally understand! They all lost their kingdoms. Why do people always have to experience things to understand? The difference between a good man and a bad man isn't whether you do bad things or not, but your reaction after doing bad things. When you cross the moral line, you feel guilty. I'm still a good man. I feel sorry for my girlfriend. And when I see how good Qiang Ge is to the cat and how good he is to me, I also feel sorry for Qiang Ge. Several times, I told Cat that this was the last time, but when I looked into her eyes, I would be stripped naked again. During that time, I was in agony before sex, and I felt exhilarated afterward! I was burning with desire, tormented by morality, and controlled by a demon. Thinking back on the days with Cat now, it feels like a nightmare.

[The End]

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