Chapter 43 of "A Wife's Heart is Like a Knife"

Author: Yao
Published: November 5, 2017
Original: Yes
First Published: No
My world was as quiet and terrifying as a severely confined nuclear zone, everything was irresistibly and
continuously deteriorating…
In the conference hall, I don't know what the boss said, but suddenly everyone started clapping even more enthusiastically, very loudly!
I turned back to reality and saw the boss calling the HR manager to the stage to speak.
That person was sitting very close to me, and when everyone looked at him, I also looked up at him. From behind,
I could only see his somewhat bald back of the head.
I clapped a few times perfunctorily. Everyone around me watched him excitedly as he went up on stage.
I knew he was in charge of personnel matters related to promotions. Having him go up was most likely to announce the list. This was
the highlight of the day.
And all my colleagues around me, even the most absent-minded ones, straightened up, looking expectantly at
the “Mediterranean” man walking towards the stage.
But I had no interest at all, no motivation whatsoever. Promotion? Raise? Power? Interests…
everything.
My motivation felt completely drained, like it had been sucked dry by a sponge…
Everyone else sat up straight, and I couldn't lean back any longer, so I straightened up a little too.
Old Cai clearly had no chance of promotion this time. He was whispering sarcastic remarks to the person next to him, "
Those who are successful in love are unsuccessful in their careers. Those who are successful in their careers are unsuccessful in love. The ones who get promoted this time are probably
being cheated on."
I felt a conflicted mix of anger and helplessness…
Old Cai was a long-time employee of our company. He became a "clerk" a long time ago, but hadn't
been promoted for many years.
He had a very strong characteristic: he was "all talk and no action." He was very active in
cultivating relationships and flattering his superiors, but never focused on doing his job properly.
This resulted in his lackluster performance. His style might have been acceptable in a state-owned enterprise
, but in a private company that values individual performance, or even in a highly ambitious state-owned enterprise, it wouldn't work.
The reason is simple: you're all about flattery and not doing your job. Even if your superiors, who also face performance pressure, like you,
have a good impression of you, how can they promote you? Are they supposed to do the work you didn't do?
Of course, his efforts weren't entirely useless.
That's why he was promoted to "clerk" in such a short time after joining the company.
But unfortunately, in the years that followed, he barely made any progress. The reason is still the same. And
this is the person who always felt he was being wasted, that he was a talented horse that hadn't met its discerning owner, a pearl cast before swine
. So every time he was promoted, he would make all sorts of sarcastic remarks, both overt and covert.
He hunched over and gossiped with Xiao Gong, who sat up straight next to him, intently watching the stage. "I used to
have a classmate in Yangping. Eleven years ago, I visited his home. He had just been promoted, and his company's
chief secretary specifically told him to go to the general manager's office. But halfway there, his sister suddenly rushed in, frantically
telling him that his wife was cheating on him, and that it was undeniable, demanding he catch them in the act.
He immediately turned and left. The chief secretary said to him, 'The boss is waiting; if you leave like this, things might
fall through.' He yelled, 'I'll catch them cheating even if it means not getting promoted!'" "Then he went to a hotel, only to find out it
was all a misunderstanding. His wife was just finding a place for her relatives to stay.
But because of this delay, his company canceled his promotion. I was with him at the time
, comforting him and saying there should still be a chance.
Then the chief secretary came to inform him that there had been a mistake in the notification, and he wasn't eligible for the promotion at all.
How could such a thing be a mistake?
At the time, he had a competitor. That person wasn't as qualified as him and wasn't on the promotion list. But that
day, he was inexplicably promoted, and later he rose through the ranks rapidly.
" Now he's a vice president. My classmate, on the other hand, is still stuck in the same place. "
Xiao Gong couldn't help but say, "That's a pity. If he hadn't gone home, he might have been the one who rose through the ranks
."
"That's right. Sometimes it's just luck." Old Cai sighed, as if he had lacked
luck to get promoted all these years.
Old Cai then suddenly changed the subject, saying, "But it's not necessarily a pity." "Do you know
what happened to that guy who got promoted so quickly ?"
Xiao Gong and the others were all secretly listening to him and watching him.
Old Cai, seeing everyone looking at him, continued with a smug look, "That guy
must have been so excited on the day he got promoted that he wanted to surprise his wife. He didn't call, but took leave and rushed home early to tell her the good news. As a result,
he caught his wife cheating on him in bed. Hehe." "
His story was bizarre," said a few colleagues. "That's too much of a coincidence. "
"It's made up, isn't it?"
Old Cai said with an attitude of "believe it or not," "Sometimes fate is like that." Then he threw out
a question, "If you had to choose between your wife cheating on you and your future career, which would you choose?
A meteoric rise or being cuckolded?"
Everyone fell silent, obviously thinking, and no one spoke.
I looked at them, and the answer was already in my mind: If only I could go back to the past. I'd rather not get the promotion,
have no future... If canceling my promotion could salvage everything, I'd give up the position without hesitation.
But, is that even possible...? The wind outside the window is strong, the sky is already as gloomy as dusk, the dense clouds creating 　　a scene reminiscent of
a time-travel movie . 　　The curtain hiding the camera flutters in the wind, and the screen on the back of the camera shakes incessantly, 　　like a small boat about to capsize in a raging storm. 　　Yet, the content on the viewfinder continues unabated... 　　In the center of the lens: the pink genitals between the woman's snow-white flesh, like a voracious predator 　　, are devouring the thick, black intestine section by section.

From the lower edge of that opening, a liquid like saliva flowed down, like that of an extremely gluttonous monster.
This process lasted a long time on camera.
I just felt the world was cold; I couldn't stop anything, yet I was unwilling to leave, so I could only be like a vengeful ghost
…
The two men's hips finally came together.
The thin man's large, white scrotum hung down, blocking Lin Qian's anus, smeared with the clear liquid from her anus
. It was like a ritual.
Silence fell,
the scene froze,
and all that remained on the screen was the image of the thin, dark man pressing down on that snow-white, voluptuous body.
He was too short; even with his arms outstretched, he couldn't give Lin Qian a complete hug.
I suddenly found it ridiculous; everything looked so funny, so unreal…
Lin Qian had actually cheated on him with such a useless man…
That deformed little man was clearly not a persistent person; he tried a few times and then gave up on hugging her.
He changed his posture, stretching his neck forward like a dog, licking Lin Qian's full breasts.
That action somehow reminded me of something a short classmate of mine from many years ago liked to say.
He was a short boy, less than 1.6 meters tall, sitting in the first row of the classroom. He often shouted, "
Don't look down on me because I'm short, I can fuck and suckle at the same time!"
The skinny guy in front of me was actually doing something that seemed to only exist in legends with ease. This
was probably something a normal man couldn't do.
Her snow-white body tensed up, her chest was Lin Qian's sensitive area. His withered mouth covered Lin Qian's nipple, and
her snow-white breasts swayed in surprise.
Then, the man's pointed black buttocks began to slowly twist.
Her plump white buttocks were like a machine being slowly started, initially unresponsive. But
soon, she began to tremble slightly.
Soon after, the snow-white flesh on her thighs felt like it was being electrocuted . A tremor ran through her.
When she could no longer hold on, she suddenly reached behind the thin, dark man and hugged his waist,
trying to immobilize him. This behavior is like a boxer in a losing match trying to stall for
time by clinging to his opponent.
But the small man didn't care at all. I could even think of smiling
lines on his cheeks from the side. His lower body stopped moving, but his mouth, like a tigerfish snatching its prey, fiercely covered her breasts, which
trembled like jelly. I could almost hear a "smack!"
The woman, under this attack ... She quickly panicked, her hands frantically trying to protect her upper body. The
thin, dark-skinned boy clung to her breasts like a leech, impossible to shake off.
It was like a battle where her weakness had been exploited; it was a one-sided slaughter.
I couldn't hear the sounds, but I seemed to sense Lin Qian's agonizing screams. She was like a
large prey on the savanna, its vital organs seized by a hyena—seemingly powerful, yet utterly powerless to resist.
I felt a poignant sense of ultimate defeat. This was her own choice, wasn't it? I didn't know what Lin Qian was pursuing
…
She appeared… in front of the camera… Struggle and pain.
But even a blind man could see—subduing Yang Taozi was effortless for her. That deformed child
could barely help her take off her pants; he couldn't resist her strength at all. A slight threat from her
would be enough to make that cowardly creature obey.
But she did nothing, letting it ravage her, conquer her, humiliate her.
It was as if she were actively accepting this humiliation of being conquered…
I can't understand what she was thinking. She used to be so proud, so competitive, so strong-willed. But it seems that when
she lost to Yang Taozi that time… She completely changed, becoming easily subdued and tolerant of it… even seemingly actively
cooperating with it, helping it conquer itself…
I don't understand this kind of thinking…
It's like a legendary steed finding its master, but the master's strength isn't enough to conquer it.
So it helps it in every way?? I find it laughable.
Yang Taozi on the screen appears very arrogant.
It's wantonly teasing her, watching the woman's embarrassed state. It seems to be enjoying
the feeling of easily controlling her.
Is this what she wants…?
Yang Taozi clearly hasn't realized that Lin Qian has actually been helping it all along. Actually, it alone couldn't conquer Lin Qian.
The previous darting of the stirrups was more of a result of Lin Qian playing with fire. And it still is.
It's just that she's gone a bit too far this time. Lin Qian seems to be
reaching her limit. Even she has her limits.
Suddenly, she grabbed the thin, dark ribs with both hands, as if she were saying something…
so Yang Taozi slowly stopped. It was ultimately timid. Lin Qian, however, still seemed
somewhat resistant, as if she didn't want to be truly conquered.
I don't know why she has this conflicting feeling. It's as if she has… Two different selves.
The sky outside was as dark as ever, and my heart, shrouded in darkness, couldn't see anything in this world…
But it's a good thing they've stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I had a premonition that if she continued like this, there would be no turning back. It's better that it's stopped now.
In the conference room, the HR manager on the stage was speaking loudly.
Then he, the CEO, and several other senior executives stood on the stage, their hands clasped together and raised high.
It was a boring meeting, as usual, filled with tedious platitudes, tedious rituals, and utter
boredom .
No one would notice me. And no one would know what I was going through.
I listened to those empty words for about ten seconds out of boredom. Then I returned to the camera. I was planning to turn
it off immediately. Because after
Lin Qian's threat, Yang Taozi would theoretically be more restrained. Although it wouldn't just let it
go, it was still afraid of death. It's a typical petty person, the kind who bullies the weak and fears the strong, taking advantage of others. So
, what happened next was probably just them soaking in bed...
I didn't want to see any more of this. I took one last look before turning off the camera lens.
The scene on the screen sent a jolt through me.
The back of the thin man was heaving violently.
His enormous, parasitic penis, beneath his devilish frame, was being violently pulled up
and then thrust in again.
This was completely different from what I had expected!
Lin Qian's threat had had absolutely no effect!
A sense of utter despair washed over me as I looked at the pale woman, her face drained of color. She
trembled like a leaf in a storm. With each thrust of Yang Taozi, her hands convulsed. Her
hands, which had been gripping the small man's ribs, were still there, but like a drowning person clinging to the side of a boat
, she couldn't even save herself, let alone threaten anyone.
It was a one-sided massacre…
I couldn't bear to watch…
A sense of despair and sorrow, like a city falling into ruin, gripped me. I wondered, had I truly lost her today?
I was thinking—maybe I really have lost her today…
Before, when I said I wanted a divorce, it was more of a form of revenge against her.
But the most tragic thing is that you can only hurt those who love you.
I felt that my ability to get revenge on her was based on the assumption that she still loved me. I knew that
when I wanted a divorce, she would cry, refuse to leave, and vow suicide… I would
hurt her with a cold rejection, to get my revenge on her!
But what if she didn't care at all?
This thought pierced my heart like a wound parasitizing my body…
When people are in pain, time seems to stretch on endlessly; it felt like an eternity…
The thin, dark-skinned man finally stopped. Lin Qian's hands slid onto the bed, her long, slender
, snow-white hands trembling as if she had Parkinson's disease.
Because Lin Qian's snow-white body appeared larger on camera, it looked as if the whole world was trembling
.
The thin, dark-skinned man straightened up, one hand grasping her firm, snow-white breasts, casually
toying with them as if they were objects.
He was like a victor, arbitrarily deciding everything. Lin Qian's snow-white body
heaved violently, only panting.
After a while of this wantonness,
he lowered his head, seemingly wanting to look at something. Then, his hands braced on the bed, and his thin back began to slowly
rise.
Lin Qian's legs spread limply, letting his bony hips leave.
Unlike the frenzied movements just now,
his thin, dark hips rose very slowly, as if bearing immense force.
I could even see two dark dents on his thin legs from the exertion.
It was as if he was pulling out not his ugly penis, but the legendary sword in the stone of King Arthur, the chosen one, the symbol of his inherited rule
.
His white scrotum slowly rose with his thin buttocks. Below was that glistening, black,
arthropod-like penis.
It was long and large.
The silence of the camera created a strange sense of awe, as if everyone was looking up to it.
When it rose to a certain height,
I saw again the most sacred private parts of the beautiful woman, just concealed by her thin, dark crotch. There, it
was a scene of utter devastation.
If her body were a country, it must have just witnessed the most brutal war
of conquest—a one-sided, massacre .
The pink labia between her white, snow-white skin were now a mess, covered in a filthy, white, sticky substance,
like fermented bean curd.
Because the man's body was rising, my view was blocked by his back, but then, as he
rose even higher, I saw Lin Qian's face again through her thin, dark crotch.
I could see Lin Qian's face flushed, as if drunk. Her eyes were looking in my direction.
That gaze gave me the illusion that she was looking at me.
That look was indescribable.
Just like the way she looked at me when I took her virginity (she's the kind of traditional woman who always
insisted on not sleeping with someone until after marriage. So our wedding night was actually her first time).
But I knew her eyes weren't focused on me. She couldn't possibly know I was there.
The little man above her hadn't paid any attention to her at all; it was just looking down at its prematurely aged
creation.
And Lin Qian's eyes were always on it. [To be continued]
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