My Beautiful Headmistress Mom - Chapter Thirty-Three

Author: biohazrd
April 14, 2017
Published: First Publication: Yes
From now on, my verified pen name is 【Heartache and Regret】
Chapter 33 High-Energy Movement Part 2:
Aunt Wen!!!
This beautiful woman with whom I once had a fleeting affair is also the woman I most longed for and admired. She
gave me the maternal love I couldn't get from my mother, and she let me know the warmth of maternal love. If my mother was
the person who had the greatest influence on my sixteen years of life, then Aunt Wen was the one who completely changed my life.
To prevent me from repeating my father's mistakes and becoming an unambitious man like him,
my mother was extremely strict with me from a young age. In her mind, all of this was for my own good. But my mother neglected me. As a child,
I should have been innocent and carefree, nestled in my mother's arms, receiving her tender care. Instead, because of my mother's unwillingness to accept
things as they were and her strong will, I had to face her indifference and pressure from a young age. My mother's intentions were good; she didn't
raise me to be a spoiled brat. In this respect, she succeeded and failed. She overlooked
the love a child most craves from their mother. Fatherly love is like a mountain, motherly love is like the sea. A mother's love is like a boundless ocean, gently
embracing her child. To nurture her child's growth, she selflessly dedicates everything.
However, just when I was about to close my heart due to the coldness of the sea, Aunt Wen appeared. She was like
sunlight shining from the seabed, so warm and gentle, melting my heart and my coldness. I
felt a motherly love I had never experienced before with Aunt Wen. Without her, I probably would have become a
problem youth long ago.
Psychological problems are often the biggest killers of children. Most of today's psychopaths
suffered severe childhood trauma, burying their lives in the process.
"Tap tap—"
The crosswalk light had turned red before I knew it. I stood absentmindedly in the middle of the road. The roar of car horns
jolted me awake. I realized what I was doing there. If that beautiful figure was Aunt Wen, then
who was the man walking hand-in-hand with her? I'd seen Fatty Xu's father; I was certain he wasn't Aunt Wen
's husband.
Could it be…?
I dared not think any further, because all my suspicions were true. The more I thought, the more agitated I
became. A surge of irritability welled up inside me, and even my breathing became rapid. I didn't know
where this irritability came from; I just felt inexplicably uncomfortable and annoyed.
Without thinking, I took a step and rushed out. Regardless of whether it was a busy main road ahead,
all I wanted to do was find out, to find a reason to appease my restless heart.
"Beep beep!"
"Are you crazy?"
"Are you looking for death?"
...
Amidst the cacophony of shouts and curses, I finally caught up with that beautiful figure at the street corner.
Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps it was fate, but Aunt Wen and the man had already reached
the fork in the road. If I had been any later, I might have missed them.
I followed closely behind Aunt Wen and the man, admiring the sexy curves of Aunt Wen's back. Today,
Aunt Wen was different from her usual dignified, elegant, and noble self; she wore a black, deep-V, backless lace dress that perfectly showcased her
figure, even though from my angle, I couldn't see Jingli in front of me. But
the allure of her back alone was enough to excite me. Aunt Wen's wavy brown hair was swept to the right, revealing
a large expanse of snow-white skin. Her delicate neck cascaded down, highlighting two exquisite collarbones. These collarbones,
instead of giving a bony appearance, accentuated her beauty, like the finishing touch on a masterpiece. Her slender waist, curving downwards
, was a mere twenty-four-inch waist—it was hard to believe she was a mother of a sixteen-year-old. The fitted skirt
tightly hugged Aunt Wen's voluptuous hips, their prominent curves arousing fantasies. She wore peep-toe
black and silver stilettos, the slits of which, fluttering in the wind, almost reached between her hips, revealing two long, slender, white
legs. Encased in sheer nude stockings, their full, tender whiteness seemed ready to burst, creating a stunning sight
. With each step Aunt Wen took, her long, white legs swayed between the slits of her skirt, an almost irresistible
temptation. Elegant yet sexy, generous yet charming, every smile and gesture unintentionally captivated men, who
unconsciously knelt before her, just to lick her beautiful legs.
Watching Aunt Wen's plump, round buttocks sway back and forth, I almost couldn't resist the urge to rush forward and
grab those irresistibly alluring ass and execute her on the spot. It reminded me of that time I lost
control and slept with Aunt Wen. It was that time with her that turned me dark, making me no longer resist my inner feelings,
changing my attitude towards incest. It was because of that time that I became who I am today. Thinking of that time, Aunt Wen's hot,
delicate body recklessly roaming beneath me, her wanton moans, the intoxicating atmosphere, her mature
allure—I still remember it vividly.
Soon, I followed Aunt Wen and that unknown man to a hotel. When I saw that it
was a lovers' hotel, my heart sank. Aunt Wen and the man
walked in hand in hand. I stood blankly at the door, not following them, because there was no need to.
What else could a woman and a man be doing in a love hotel? Wasn't the result obvious? I choked back a bitter laugh
, watching Aunt Wen and the man disappear through the revolving door of the hotel. A strange sadness welled up in
my chest, making it hard to even breathe.
I couldn't understand what kind of feelings I had for Aunt Wen. Was it love? I used to admire Aunt Wen
, and I still do, but it was more of a motherly attachment. I considered Aunt Wen
the softest spot in my heart. But when I was at Aunt Wen's house and she acted strangely,
I couldn't resist the temptation and thrust my penis into her body. Everything changed. Aunt Wen was
the mother of my best friend, and I had slept with her. I was confused and distressed because of this. Aunt Wen was the most perfect person in my heart.
Beautiful women are unparalleled to me, even my mother can't compare. I've always
held Aunt Wen in high esteem. Ever since that time I slept with her, I've never dared to go to Fatty Xu's
house again. Even if I do, I always ask if Aunt Wen is home first. I feel I've let Aunt Wen down, let down
the goddess in my heart.
Now, the goddess I admire most is in such a remote lovers' hotel with a strange man
. Do you know what it's like when your beliefs crumble day by day? That's what I'm experiencing right now. I want to tell myself that
Aunt Wen and that man might have other things going on here, but no matter how I try to convince
myself, I can't believe it. We all know that Aunt Wen came here to have sex with a man.
I don't know why I'm so sad. Logically, Aunt Wen is just my best friend's mother;
her private life is her business. If anyone should be sad, it should be Fatty Xu. But right now, I'm filled with
an indescribable emotion, I don't know if it's resentment or sorrow. If I could, I really wanted to roar to
the sky and then lie on the ground and cry my heart out, just to vent the resentment
in my heart. But I didn't do any of that. I found that I couldn't shed tears; my tear ducts had long since dried up.
The sky slowly darkened, and the gray sky perfectly reflected my current mood. I just
stood there stupidly on the street opposite the hotel, letting people point and whisper about me, even just watching.
Three hours had passed since Aunt Wen and that strange man went into the hotel, and I
had stood there dumbfounded on the street for three hours. These three hours felt like an eternity to me. I
felt like I had lost my soul, my lifeless eyes fixed on the hotel entrance, hoping that beautiful figure
would appear.
Aunt Wen, arm in arm with the man, walked out of the hotel side by side. After passing through the revolving door and the hotel's side lobby
, Aunt Wen abruptly withdrew her arm from the man's, smiled, and exchanged a few words with him. Then, the man seemed
angry and tried to grab Aunt Wen's hand, but she dodged it. The man
pleaded, but Aunt Wen remained unmoved. She turned her head and, without any hesitation, stepped out from the slit of her skirt, revealing a beautifully sculpted ,
smooth leg that inadvertently led towards my heart.
It was already evening, and the hotel's surroundings were brightly lit. This love hotel was very grand in its decor
, unlike other love hotels that were secretive. There was a fountain in front of the entrance, and hidden lights between the stone steps.
As we walked, the water jets shooting from the fountain constantly changed shape and
color with the lights. A couple walking by would surely find it very romantic. Aunt 　　Wen
walked down the stone steps alone, her black, deep-V sexy long dress flowing in the spray of water .
Tall and slender, with an elegant gait, delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, and bright, star-like
eyes that were sometimes deep, sometimes alluring, sometimes gentle. The low-cut V-neckline revealed
two full, round breasts that seemed to collide against each other amidst a patch of snow-white skin, creating
a cleavage that bounced uncontrollably with each step Aunt Wen took. Fortunately, there were no men around, or
their eyes would have popped out of their sockets. Her delicate, unadorned figure was petite and charming, with two faint blushes on her fair cheeks that were
incredibly alluring. Anyone with experience would easily recognize that these weren't natural blushes, but rather
the flush left after sexual intercourse.
Yet, as this beautiful figure approached, I suddenly felt at a loss for words. For the past three hours
, I had so longed for her appearance, and now that she had finally appeared, I was speechless.
It was as if a thousand words were unspoken, yet none could be uttered. Should I rush up and slap Aunt Wen, publicly berating her as a harlot
for bringing a random man to a hotel for an affair? What right do I have to do such things? I'm not Aunt Wen's husband, much less
her son. What right do I have to interfere in her private life? Just because I slept with her once? Judging from the
way Aunt Wen broke up with the man, it was clearly not the first time she'd done this, and perhaps not even with the same
man. Maybe that time I was just a guest, and Aunt Wen didn't even care
.
I suddenly felt pathetic. I was nothing. I thought I was so great, that the world
should revolve around me, and even that the woman I'd slept with once should belong to me. In the end, it was all just
wishful thinking. Isn't that pathetic?
Aunt Wen walked to the main road outside. Seeing that there weren't many cars, she was about to cross when she
suddenly froze, as if struck by lightning, staring blankly at the other side. I stood on this side of the road, gazing sadly
at Aunt Wen. We looked at each other across a wide road, and Aunt Wen seemed
to see something in my eyes, letting out a helpless sigh…
The night sky was cloudless and clear, the dark heavens unobstructed by light. The stars shone silently
, their beauty belonging to those who could appreciate them. Nothing in this world is eternal, but the starry sky
tells you of the beauty of time, for they are all in the past. Yet, when you look up at the same sky tomorrow,
perhaps the star you loved yesterday will no longer be the same.
They don't symbolize regret, just as time shouldn't be about regret.
The city night is the beginning of nightlife. The dazzling lights and intoxicating atmosphere intoxicate the young men and women on the streets.
Lost in the music and self-indulgence, they forget the pressures of the day. Only at this time do they feel
truly happy, without worrying about the future. After sex, they can simply pull up their pants and leave—it's consensual
. This is the charm of city nightlife: forgetting everything.
Sad music began to play softly, accompanied by a slow and gentle piano piece. Unlike the chaotic noise of a bar,
the dim lighting allowed one to find inner
peace. In this melancholic melody, one could completely release the unspoken, human sorrows buried deep within. A specially crafted cocktail, like a fiery
sizzle, sizzled down, pouring out all the pent-up emotions.
In this quiet bar themed "Sadness," Aunt Wen and I sat in a secluded corner, remaining silent for a long time.
We were probably both trying to figure out what to say. Aunt Wen was gulping down her signature cocktail, and
I felt a pang of sympathy, so I grabbed her wrist as she was about to drink, and snatched the glass from her hand. Inevitably
, I leaned closer, touching her body. Looking at her porcelain-like skin, the deep cleavage
beneath her deep V-neck, and the half-exposed, trembling breasts, I felt a sudden, inexplicable
surge of arousal. Especially with Aunt Wen's alluring attire today, she exuded a thousand charms. In any other place, such intimate behavior between a mature woman and a young man
would have attracted attention, but here, no one cared.
The melancholic atmosphere had them all lost in their own sad stories, secretly licking
their wounds with their cocktails.
"Xiao Feng, did you see everything?"
Aunt Wen downed her drink in one gulp, then abruptly slammed her hand and glass on the table, turning sharply
to ask me.
"If you mean she went into a love hotel hand-in-hand with a strange man, yes, I saw it,"
I said, almost using all my strength, each word choked with bitter sobs.
"Do you think Aunt Wen is very lewd?"
"I..." I didn't deny it, because that's what I thought right now.
"Don't feel bad about saying it, yes, I am a lewd woman. The glamorous
exterior you saw before was just a mask I wore in public. In secret, I'm just a lowly harlot."
"A whore who knows how many men she's been with, a slut who's available to everyone—"
I heard Aunt Wen constantly belittling herself. I didn't interrupt her, but silently picked up
the glass in front of me and drank it down. The burning sensation went through my throat, down my esophagus, and into my stomach
, and instantly my whole body felt like it was on fire. This was the first time I'd ever drunk alcohol. So this is what alcohol tastes like. So
alcohol isn't bitter, because my heart is much more bitter than alcohol. No matter how bitter the alcohol is, it's tasteless to me.
"If I hadn't come here, I would indeed have thought so. I simply couldn't understand how my beloved, gentle
and generous Aunt Wen could do such a thing. But Aunt Wen,
would you, a truly promiscuous woman, drink and painfully proclaim yourself a whore?" The alcohol, passing through my sorrowful heart, seemed to make me more clear-headed and
my thoughts clearer.
"Hehe...hahaha..." Aunt Wen suddenly burst into laughter. "Interested in hearing a story
?"
"..."
Aunt Wen, Wen Wanting, is the chairperson of a private chain of hospitals and also serves as
the president of the group's headquarters. She is a high-achieving student who returned from studying in Switzerland. Everyone knows that Switzerland is a world-class
medical mecca. If traditional Chinese medicine originated in China, then Western medicine must have originated in Switzerland. After returning to China, Wen Wanting published
many papers on gynecology, becoming extremely famous nationwide. At just over thirty years old, she was recognized as a gynecological
authority and became a rising star in the domestic medical field. Her husband, Xu Pangzi's father, was
the director of the provincial health department, a position of immense power and influence. The success of Wen Wanting's private chain of hospitals owed
much to the support of this "fair and honest" director. For a time, Wen Wanting became an object of admiration for many women
, not only for her successful career but also for her harmonious and happy family and her powerful husband—how
enviable! However, everything has two sides. Many things are only beautiful in imagination;
behind the seemingly glamorous reality lies untold suffering.
To outsiders, Wen Wanting certainly seemed happy, but how much of her hardship was truly untold?
It's true that Xu Pangzi's father was the director of the provincial health department, wielding immense power and influence. He controlled almost all medical matters in the entire province
; a single word from him could cause countless hospitals and clinics to close down, and countless medical equipment
companies to go bankrupt. But this so-called top official was far from "clean and honest" in private. However, he was
quite "clean and honest" when accepting bribes.
Compared to Xu Pangzi's father, who was a powerful official, Li Heqing was nothing. Medical resources were a huge source of profit. He used nominee accounts
to operate a large-scale private medical supplies manufacturing factory, and then used his position as the director of the health department to protect it,
making huge profits from it. Because it was a nominee account, even if it was exposed, it would not implicate him. At most,
he would be affected, but it would be insignificant to him. Logically, someone at Xu Pangzi's father's level shouldn't need
to be greedy for small bribes. He could easily amass countless riches if he wanted to. At this level, the
key is climbing the ladder; accepting bribes is just a means to an end. The large medical supplies manufacturing plant was another example, merely
a tool Xu Pangzi's father used to build his network of interests, dragging more people down with him and forming a vast
network of connections. With this network, he could get whatever he wanted.
However, what do men do when they have power, influence, and money? Of course, only lust remains. Xu Pangzi's
father was never a good person; just look at how promiscuous Xu Pangzi was. Genetics are a matter of like begets like
. Not only did he keep countless mistresses, but he also slept with any female subordinates who were even slightly attractive
. He even slept with the wives of his male subordinates. Moreover, many of the young women working in the provincial health department were graduates of prestigious health
schools, and most were quite attractive in both temperament and appearance. Of course, in this respect, Fatty Xu's father was
much better than Li Heqing, because he knew that such things were best done with mutual consent; anything forced
would eventually lead to trouble. Despite this, many women still willingly climbed into his bed, after all, officialdom was, frankly, a
transaction.
His long-term life of power and sex had drained Fatty Xu's father's body, making him completely unable to satisfy Wen Wanting sexually.
Furthermore, since Fatty Xu's father worked in the provincial capital and rarely returned home,
it was like a drop in the ocean for Wen Wanting, who was entering her prime sexual years. Initially, Wen Wanting never considered infidelity. Even though her husband
was often away and her sexual needs were high, Wen Wanting always adhered to her duties as a wife and mother, never thinking of anything else. At most, she would use her fingers 　　to ejaculate
when she was truly lonely and unable to bear it .

Until a year ago, by sheer coincidence, at a party, she was drugged and raped by a man.
Wen Wanting's vigilance wouldn't have been so poor, but that very day, she received
a message from a good friend who worked in the obstetrics and gynecology department of a private affiliated hospital in the provincial capital. Her husband had taken a young,
beautiful woman to have an abortion. To maintain secrecy, Xu Pangzi's father had chosen a private affiliated
hospital. He hadn't expected that his wife's good friend would be there. This friend immediately recognized Wen Wanting
's husband; after all, the head of the provincial health department frequently appeared on television, making him easily recognizable. In
the photo her friend sent, Wen Wanting was instantly certain it was her husband.
She had even seen the young woman beside him a few times before; she was a section chief in the provincial health department. When Wen Wanting had visited her husband in the provincial capital
, she had found it strange that this young woman had become a section chief, assuming it was
due to her exceptional abilities. Now it seemed her husband had been "helping" her behind the scenes.
Upon discovering the signs, Wen Wanting immediately hired someone to investigate Xu Pangzi's father, only to realize
how foolish and pathetic she had been all these years. Her husband had been having affairs for so long, and she had
only discovered it today. She had foolishly believed her husband was a loving family man who
would come home every month to visit her and their child, no matter how busy he was with work. It turned out that she and Xu Pangzi were merely resting places for her husband
, places he would come to when he was tired; the outside world was his true home. All the beliefs Wen Wanting had steadfastly upheld,
all the lonely nights she had endured, had been rewarded with the betrayal of the husband she loved most.
That was the first time Wen Wanting discovered her husband's "secret." She was devastated and
wanted to cry her heart out at home, but unfortunately, the party that day concerned the future development of her hospital group, and she had no
choice but to attend. At the party, she was drinking heavily, just like me today, oblivious to the
man's malicious intent and subtle actions. He had spiked her drink and served it to Wen Wanting. At that moment
, Wen Wanting only wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol, not caring who gave it to her. Before the party ended, the unconscious Wen Wanting was
taken to the hotel suite where the party was held by the man under the pretense of being drunk. Perhaps Wen Wanting also wanted to take
revenge on Xu Pangzi's father, which is why she embraced the man passionately without any resistance, engaging in
a fierce kiss…
She thought it was just a one-night stand, and that everyone would go their separate ways the next day, like strangers
. However, things were not so simple. The man had actually been plotting against her for a long time,
having installed a hidden camera in the room where they slept together, filming their lovemaking. Under the man's threats, Wen Wanting
realized she had fallen into a trap. She had tried to buy the video from the man, but clearly, his goal wasn't
money, but Wen Wanting's body. Although Wen Wanting had given up on her husband, Xu Pangzi was innocent
. To prevent her child from losing his father at a young age, and given her husband's power, he certainly wouldn't
allow custody of Xu Pangzi if they divorced. This was something Wen Wanting couldn't accept. Moreover, at that time, Wen Wanting's hospital
group was in a phase of steady growth and still needed her husband's connections, so she couldn't divorce him yet. However,
if the man's video were exposed, the impact wouldn't be limited to her hospital. A leading gynecologist cheating on her husband with another man
in a hotel—the mere word "immoral" would be enough to plunge her into a quagmire. And then there was her family. Leaving aside
her husband's reaction, just the thought of Xu Pangzi knowing his mother was
having affairs with other men behind his and his father's backs would be incredibly damaging to him. No matter how bad or wicked a mother is, the last thing she wants is
to be looked down upon by her children. Like in many TV dramas, mothers would rather be hated by their children than have them
misunderstand them as bad or promiscuous…
Wen Wanting became that man's sex slave—yes, a sex slave. At first, Wen Wanting did feel
humiliated, but as the man's training methods became more sophisticated, she actually began to enjoy the feeling. The many nights spent alone in her room, the novel experiences she couldn't get from her husband, ultimately led her 　　to develop a sex addiction
under the man's guidance . 　　Sex addiction, strictly speaking, isn't a disease, but rather an intense sexual craving. Women with excessive estrogen secretion 　　are generally prone to it. Scientific research shows that estrogen secretion exceeding the normal level by 10% 　　greatly increases the risk of sex addiction. Wen Wanting's estrogen secretion exceeded the normal level by a full 90%, 　　a level that might only occur in one in ten million women. To put it another way, if the promiscuous women described in ancient times 　　had at most 50% of their sexual desire, then what kind of craving would 90% of their bodies possess? The fact that Wen Wanting has been able to endure without 　　cheating is largely thanks to Xu Pangzi's father not fully exploiting her body. [I'm not making this up, 　　especially for people with sex addiction. Their cravings are beyond imagination. If they aren't satisfied, it's not 　　just physical, but also mental—it's like being stung by a thousand ants, an unbearable itch.] If Wen Wanting was initially 　　forced to have sex with men, later she almost actively sought out them for secret meetings. In less 　　than a month, Wen Wanting was like a completely different person, as if she had opened Pandora's box, spiraling out of control. 　　From a refined and gentle wife, she became a plaything for men to manipulate at will. Sexual desire truly can destroy 　　a woman. Under the man's skillful manipulation, Wen Wanting became incredibly sensitive and wanton. Coupled with 　　the lack of sexual stimulation in her prime, and the psychological impact of her husband's betrayal, the dual physical and psychological factors 　　led to Wen Wanting's sex addiction being even more wanton than that of ordinary sex addicts. Just the slightest stimulation was enough to trigger 　　an uncontrollable surge of lust, as if she had taken an aphrodisiac. 　　As the saying goes, "There are no fields that are worn out, only oxen that die from exhaustion." 　　After Wen Wanting's body was "developed," the man began to find it increasingly difficult to satisfy her needs. 　　Wen Wanting's seemingly insatiable sexual desires were too much for the nearly forty-year-old man. Even with his well-trained body 　　and impressive penis, he couldn't withstand the long-term onslaught of this beautiful, mature woman, especially one as 　　ferocious as Wen Wanting. In less than a month, the man regretted his actions, regretting his overestimation of his abilities.

After conquering the unleashed beast that was Wen Wanting, the man nearly couldn't leave
the hotel where they had their tryst after one of their encounters. When he finally emerged, he was a frail old man, his hands supporting his back, his
legs trembling uncontrollably, swaying as if he were half-dead. But what truly devastated him
was that upon returning home, his wife immediately harassed him, threatening to demand his "labor" that day.
Since his affair with Wen Wanting, he'd been struggling to keep up with her, let alone have any "extra"
for his wife. However, his wife, clearly starved for desire, didn't hesitate and
pounced on him, engaging in sexual activity. Unfortunately, the man's fate was tragic. At his final climax,
he ejaculated inside his wife, but instead of milky white semen, he released
a stream of bright red blood. The man died, and his wife, now mentally impaired, also died.
Countless times, the man had wanted to end his relationship with Wen Wanting; he truly couldn't take it anymore, and
had even promised her to destroy the video. But he hadn't expected that Wen Wanting had already thoroughly investigated him
. He didn't consider who Wen Wanting was—capable of single-handedly running a hospital group. Despite
the help of Xu Pangzi's father, Wen Wanting's abilities were undeniable. Wen Wanting had already
arranged for someone to remove the video from his possession, and had taken control, learning many of the man's secrets. Thus, their roles
were reversed; the man was now under Wen Wanting's control, unable to escape.
However, having sex with a man was merely a physical desire. The man's death didn't cause Wen Wanting the slightest ripple
. Although this man had led her into an abyss, Wen Wanting couldn't quite describe
the feeling of hatred. Initially, she truly hated this man. If it weren't for him,
she would still be that mature, beautiful, dignified, and elegant noblewoman, wife, and mother, unchanged. It was this man's appearance
that changed her life. Yet, it was also this man who made her realize that such pleasure existed in the world,
opening another door to the devil for her.
The man's death didn't extinguish Wen Wanting's passion. After all, a sexual addiction of Wen Wanting's level
couldn't be controlled by willpower alone; like drug addiction, once you're hooked, it's hard to break free.
If she didn't have sex for a while, she felt uneasy all over; her genitals and even her mind would itch unbearably
, as if a million ants were crawling and consuming her. Having already crossed the forbidden threshold—her husband's
betrayal and her being played with and manipulated by other men—Wen Wanting no longer cared about ethics or morality. She began actively seeking out
men, flitting between countless men, sleeping with all sorts of them, sometimes even calling in several men to
gang rape her, because she found that one man alone was no longer enough to satisfy her. Her husband, Xu Pangzi's father
, was in the provincial capital, rarely returning home, and without this constraint, Wen Wanting
could indulge in her promiscuous behavior with even greater impunity.
This decadent lifestyle continued for six months, and she discovered that no matter how many men she slept with or
how many orgasms she experienced, she always felt an indescribable emptiness afterward, as if her soul was missing. Although she satisfied her physical
desires, the emptiness deep within her heart could not be filled; it felt as if it had been hollowed out. This inexplicable emptiness
and palpitations were something Wen Wanting couldn't explain. Gradually, she began to loathe her wanton body, but her sex
addiction clung to her like a parasite. Whenever she went a period without sex, she felt an unbearable itch, making it
impossible for her to find peace. Coupled with her recent indulgence, her sex addiction had reached an uncontrollable peak. Even
the slightest touch to her erogenous zones would easily arouse her. Moreover, this level of addiction
was affecting Wen Wanting's normal life and work. She couldn't remain asexual forever; after all, she
was the CEO of a hospital group.
So she resorted to medication, but she had tried many, and her sex addiction was beyond the
control of ordinary drugs. However, she couldn't very well go to a doctor, because she herself was a top gynecologist
. She knew her symptoms very well; she was beyond help. The white pill bottle found in Wen Wanting's home
was a failed product from a foreign pharmaceutical studio, specifically designed for sex addicts. It was meant to suppress libido and slow
hormone secretion, but it was pulled from shelves shortly after its release due to a significant side
effect. While it could indeed suppress sexual urges, its effectiveness
was limited. Once the effect wore off, the suppressed libido would amplify threefold, effectively doubling
the power of an aphrodisiac. Even the most virtuous woman would succumb to this and become a promiscuous woman.
Fortunately, the drug did not develop resistance, meaning that no matter how much was taken, it wouldn't produce antibodies that would
reduce its effectiveness. Wen Wanting usually keeps this kind of medicine on hand, so it can suppress her sex addiction in time.
However, the suppressed sexual desire doesn't just disappear; it accumulates and explodes all at once. So Wen Wanting still
seeks out men from time to time to release her sexual desire, after all, it's better to release it than to suppress it. But this explosive desire is not
something ordinary men can handle. Almost every man who has slept with Wen Wanting is listless and
can't recover for several months.
******************************The sequel to the story is coming soon, don't miss it!**********************
[Phew, finally the next chapter will fill in the plot hole of Wen Wanting's white medicine bottle. My brain is about
to explode. This story is so difficult to write that I feel like I'm going to die. I'm writing almost a thousand words a day, which is nothing compared to my previous three thousand words a
day. The length of Wen Wanting's story is something I planned from the beginning. It's a bit melodramatic, but I guess I'll just have to accept it
.] I'm so afraid the next chapter will be a complete disaster, you guys will kill me!
[Let me assure you all, the storylines for Wen Wanting and her mother are already planned, so they're relatively
easy to handle. I haven't worked on the other female leads yet, which is a bit of a hassle. Also, according to my original plan, it's time to
start brainstorming the plot for the ultimate boss, but I haven't decided how to write it yet,
which is incredibly difficult. And it's already mid-April; I've been stuck at home for four months already. If this continues, I...]
"I'm about to eat shit, time to think about finding a job. I guess I can only find factory work, then updates will be hard to guarantee.
Ugh... life is such a fucking bastard."
[Although this story was something I envisioned from the beginning, the details
were still very difficult to handle. I found that having a reference point is harder than just improvising. I
racked my brains for this story, I was so stuck I wanted to cry, and it's dragged on for so long, it's been so painful.]
[By the way, regarding the comics shared in the author's meeting room, if any link is broken, please let me know and
I'll re-upload it. I'll update the table of contents in the meeting room every time I upload a chapter, so
you can find it to download. Links to previous chapters are also there; you can check them out if you want to read them.
I've also created a TXT document.]
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