Deep affection, boundless love

Heart comes, heart goes, heart is wounded; deep

affection, boundless love, desolate and boundless. Love's destiny

is intoxicating, love's love is bewildering. Heartbreak is infatuation, infatuation is chilling.

Heart flutters, heart drifts; heart aches, heart bleeds.

For whom does joy die, for whom is death buried?

This story is my true experience; it not only caused me excruciating pain, but it continues to haunt me even now, and I am powerless to change it… November 18, 2010, the beginning of winter, the almanac said: Inauspicious for all activities!

I slowly drove my electric bike into the shed, turned off the engine, got off, set up the stand, locked the motor, locked the front wheel, locked the rear wheel. After carefully checking the locks, I picked up a cooked vegetable from the basket and walked out of the shed. I had only taken a couple of steps when I hesitated, feeling the bike wasn't locked properly. Although I told myself it was completely locked, my obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in, and I involuntarily went back to the shed to check all the locks again before walking out once more. As I reached the stairwell, doubt crept in again, so I turned back to check the car locks… over and over, until finally I slapped myself hard and resolutely walked towards the stairwell.

This was an older residential building, constructed in the 1990s, with the tallest buildings only seven stories high.

Although the surrounding environment was nice, and transportation and shopping were convenient, many areas now showed signs of decay.

For example, the gray cement walls of the buildings were mottled from years of neglect, with many pieces of cement fallen off; the insulation on the roof was also damaged and incomplete; even the flower beds in the community were broken and dilapidated. And all of this was ignored. Why? Don't ask me, I don't know, I don't want to care, and I don't want to inquire, because I'm already troubled enough!

If you think this community is full of ordinary people, you're wrong. Eighty percent of the residents are rich, and very, very rich. You often see Mercedes and BMWs driving in and out of the community gate. This strange phenomenon stemmed from the fact that although the neighborhood was old, it was located in a prime area, only a few hundred meters from the city's top office buildings and commercial streets—a five- to ten-minute walk. Many of our city's legendary entrepreneurs started their businesses in this neighborhood. As a result, many company owners and high-earning professionals, for various reasons, bought or rented apartments here. Therefore, many residential buildings in the neighborhood appeared dilapidated on the outside, but almost every room was nicely decorated, even luxurious!

However, all of this was irrelevant to me—even though I lived here… I adjusted my glasses, glanced at the dilapidated buildings before me, shook my head, and continued upstairs.

Just as I reached the second floor, I suddenly saw a man and a woman coming down from upstairs. They were dressed fashionably and elegantly; the man was tightly embracing the woman, their expressions incredibly intimate. I looked closely, and my heart skipped a beat—it was Li Chao and Yu Yanran!

My face turned deathly pale. Although I had repeatedly told myself not to care, I was clearly not prepared for this moment. The thought of one being my childhood enemy and the other my beloved new wife and first love caused my heart to clench with pain.

Just then, they saw me. Yanran's smiling face suddenly turned awkward; she lowered her head, silent and speechless. Li Chao glanced at me with amusement, then at Yanran, his eyes darting around, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

I composed myself, suppressing my racing heart, and silently continued upstairs. Just as I was about to pass them, Li Chao suddenly placed a hand on my shoulder, his expression excited and suggestive. "What, you see me and don't even say hello? Even if you ignore me, you can't ignore Yanran! She was your wife for a day, and she's your first love! How can you be so heartless!" I glanced at Yanran; she looked at me hastily, then quickly lowered her head, her face pale, not daring to look at me, her body trembling slightly, silent. But my keen observation revealed that she had quietly hidden herself behind Li Chao.

My face paled, and ignoring Li Chao, I went straight upstairs. Although Li Chao kept muttering to himself, my mind was completely blank.

Entering the house, I kicked aside the clutter on the floor and stumbled into the bedroom. Suddenly, a huge wedding photo on the wall caught my eye. In the photo, Yu Yanran smiled radiantly and charmingly, her soft body leaning gently against me. In the photo, my expression was so happy, my smile so radiant!

Yet now, in the mirror on the wall, I saw an expression filled with endless bitterness and helplessness.

All these mental shocks overwhelmed me, and I collapsed onto the wedding bed. This brand-new wedding bed was chosen by Yanran herself, and the decoration and furnishing of this room were the result of our hard work and dedication. The image of Yanran bustling about in the new house still seemed to float before my eyes… Lying in bed, I unknowingly drifted into a half-dream, half-awake state, my thoughts surging like a tide. In a daze, I seemed to return to the eve of my wedding with Yanran, that happy time… PS: Aside: This is my first time writing, and I've found it so difficult. But don't worry, I'll finish it. I just don't know if everyone will like it. Also, I once posted something, following the requirements and formatting tools, but I don't know if it's correct.

If there are any problems, I'm really sorry for the trouble.

Chapter Two: Passionate Love, Separation, Where Does the Beauty Teach the Flute

? Lying in bed, I unknowingly drifted into a half-dream, half-awake state, my thoughts surging like a tide. In a daze, I seemed to return to the eve of my wedding with Yanran, that happy time… More than three months ago-------- "Am I pretty?" Yanran, wearing a brand-new flight attendant uniform, looked at me and smiled. Then, she twirled gracefully, her perfect figure displaying captivating curves.

Black uniform skirt! White V-neck shirt! Sky blue silk scarf! Semi-transparent black stockings encased her slender, jade-like legs! Elegant high heels graced her beautiful feet! Most importantly, paired with her exquisitely beautiful face and long, flowing hair like an advertising star, the combination was simply flawless. Yanran seemed born for the flight attendant uniform; it fit her perfectly, guaranteeing a 100% head-turning rate on the street!

Since university, I've watched Yanran grow more beautiful, mature, and alluring day by day. But I truly never imagined that the moment she appeared before me in her uniform, I would experience that same stunning feeling again, just like the first time I saw her—a breathtaking beauty that left me speechless… “Pfft! What’s wrong with you? Look at you, so silly!” Yanran burst out laughing at my drooling, goofy expression.

"Beautiful, so beautiful! Honey, you're absolutely stunning! Now I finally know what 'a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky,' 'a beauty that could topple kingdoms,' 'a beauty that could startle heavens,' 'a beauty that could be a feast for the eyes,' and 'a beauty that could be a feast for the

eyes' truly means..." I stared intently at Yanran's delicate figure, my eyes gleaming like a wolf ready to devour her whole. Words of praise and flattery flowed from my lips involuntarily. Before I could even finish speaking, Yanran blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy pink. She stretched out her slender fingers and pinched my ear hard, coquettishly saying, "Serves you right for being so glib! I'll twist your ear to pieces!" Then, she caressed her clothes like a treasure, her hands lightly tracing the graceful curves of her body, and said to me proudly, "This is a new uniform the company just issued. Let me tell you, from today onwards, I officially become a beautiful and elegant flight attendant! You'd better behave, or I won't take you on my inaugural flight!" "Yes, I swear I will! My mother taught me from a young age that listening to my wife will never hurt me..." Eager to see Yanran at work, I nodded frantically and quickly made a promise.

Now, I can already picture Yanran's elegant and poised demeanor at work. And then I think about how she nestles in my arms every morning, so alluring and languid—it's driving me wild! Oh my god, this is too exciting, I'm about to get a nosebleed! You know, I can't resist the allure of uniforms, hehe!

"My darling is so cute! Be good—Yanran will love you!" Yanran's cherry lips gave my ear a light, fleeting kiss as a reward.

I reached out and gently pulled Yanran into my arms, stroking her smooth, silky hair, inhaling her delicate fragrance, my heart filled with boundless happiness. But then, thinking about the company's arrangements, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Darling, what's wrong? Why are you sighing? Did something happen?" Yanran lifted her head from my embrace, asking me curiously.

"Ugh! Don't even mention it. The company's executives are going to Europe in a couple of days for a fashion show, and also to gather inspiration for next year's new product designs and advertising." " I didn't expect the CEO to specifically ask me to go with him this time. He said it's so I can better understand the essence and style of the company's new products and integrate into the website design there," I said helplessly.

"Oh, silly husband! A free trip to Europe is something everyone dreams of, why are you sighing?" Yanran's doubt turned to joy as she sweetly comforted me.

"But I'll be gone for three whole months! We'll be separated for over ninety days, I really can't bear it! You know, I can't sleep without holding you every night." Seeing Yanran's still unhurried demeanor, I couldn't help but say anxiously.

Yanran frowned and asked, "Can't you come back earlier?" I shook my head dejectedly.

Yanran smiled slightly, gently hugged me, and comforted me, "It's okay, husband! How about this, I'll call you every night before bed and we can have a long phone call, okay? Or, we can video chat, then you can see me, right? Honey, be good." Oh, just bear with it, three months will pass quickly. "We can be happy together again after you come back!" "Sigh! That's the only way. Honey, remember to call me every day, otherwise I won't be able to sleep." I thought about it, and that was the only way.

"Oh, right, when are you leaving? I'll pack your luggage in advance, and there are some things I need to buy at the supermarket for the business trip. Remember not to eat random things outside, be careful not to get sick, and don't mess around with any shady women. Remember? I need to take your new suit to be ironed tomorrow, and..." Yanran listed everything on her fingers, constantly reciting the things that needed to be prepared in advance.

Hehe, having a virtuous wife is truly a treasure! Yanran is indeed virtuous, I should be even happier after we get married. I hugged Yanran tightly in my arms and whispered, "Honey, I love you so much! Let's get married as soon as I come back!" "Mmm," Yanran nodded gently, then quietly nestled in my arms, seemingly unusually docile because of the impending separation. She whispered, "Honey, I love you so much too!" We embraced for a long while, silent yet the quiet atmosphere was incredibly warm.

After a while, I smelled the fragrance of her hair and said, "Don't bother with your work. I got a notice in a meeting this afternoon that we have to leave early the day after tomorrow." "The day after tomorrow? So soon? Isn't it the 6th? What's your flight schedule? What time do you leave?" Yanran asked me anxiously. "

6:30 in the morning. We'll probably fly to S City first, and then take an international direct flight," I said absentmindedly.

"Really? Are you sure?"

Yanran's sly eyes darted around, seemingly a little pleased.

Looking at her foxy expression, a thought struck me. Could it be…? Just as I was about to ask, Yanran covered my mouth with her slender hand and whispered in my ear, “I won’t tell you, but I’ll give you a surprise! Hehe…” My mind relaxed, and after being pressed against Yanran’s curvaceous and sexy body for so long, my desire could no longer be contained. I hugged her and laughed, “My dear wife, we’re going to be separated for so long, can you do me this once?” “Do what?” Yanran’s face hardened, and she asked me coldly.

“You know it! Please, my dear wife. When I come back, I’ll bring you lots and lots of beautiful clothes, cosmetics… I’ll buy you whatever you want!” For the sake of happiness, I shook Yanran’s jade-like arm, pleading desperately.

Seeing how pitiful I looked, Yanran couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Pfft! Okay, okay, I give in. Seeing how pathetic you are, I'll reluctantly help you this once. Remember, only once, okay? There won't be another one when you come back, because I already helped you on your birthday last time, and this is already more than enough." Thank goodness, she finally agreed, and I wiped the sweat from my brow. Getting a beautiful woman to play the flute isn't so easy.

Basically, it only happens four times a year. My birthday, Labor Day, National Day in October, and Spring Festival, averaging once a quarter, ugh! So after Yanran and I got together, I started to look forward to holidays especially. My unusually excited mood during holidays puzzled many of my colleagues at the company, haha.

"Hurry up and close your eyes!"

Yanran said coquettishly.

I quickly closed my eyes, and in the darkness, my five senses suddenly became more acute.

First, I felt a pair of moist cherry lips kissing my ear, gently nibbling my ear, and then that sweet fragrance landed on my lips. I felt Yanran's cherry lips were like crystal jelly, moist and elastic, making me reluctant to leave. Her sweet and fragrant tongue gently explored my mouth. Just as I was about to take that soft, fragrant mouthful in, it playfully slipped away, leaving only a mouthful of fragrance.

The buttons of my shirt were undone one by one, leaving cherry blossoms all the way from my chest to my abdomen. The delicate, moist touch made me tremble all over as if I had been electrocuted.

After a while, I felt my zipper being pulled down, and my long-suppressed penis sprang out without warning. I felt as if I had bumped into soft skin.

"Ah!"

Yanran exclaimed softly. "You're so naughty!"

"Wife, hurry up!" I urged.

"You're such a lecher!"

Yanran complained, but her slender hand caressed my penis, gently stroking it. Her cool, slippery fingers made my penis even hotter and harder. In an instant, I felt Yanran's soft, fragrant lips gently kiss the head of my penis, then my engorged glans was swallowed by her warm, moist mouth. A soft, fragrant tongue gently licked the head of my penis, teasingly close yet elusive, sending inexplicable shivers through my body. I could no longer restrain myself, and suddenly opened my eyes. I saw a beautiful woman in a flight attendant's uniform kneeling before me, her face flushed, her cherry lips slightly parted, shyly sucking on my penis.

The scene was incredibly stimulating. This wonderful feeling made me want more, more intensely. So I couldn't help but hold Yanran's head and increase the speed of my thrusts in her mouth.

As Yanran swallowed and released my penis, she looked up at me, her alluring eyes seeming to hold a pool of spring water, brimming with desire. I felt Yanran's fragrant tongue licking back and forth between my urethral opening and the glans, sometimes even wrapping around my penis. Her full, cherry-red lips, like crystal jelly, tightly gripped my penis, rapidly swallowing and releasing it as if she were sucking on some delicious dessert.

Seeing Yanran kneeling before me, her alluring and wanton appearance, my penis involuntarily swelled even more. My hands, holding her head, tightened their grip, and with a slight thrust, my penis plunged deep into Yanran's mouth, touching the soft base of her tongue.

"Ugh!"

Yanran groaned in pain from my sudden penetration, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, and a few drops of saliva trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Wife, just a little longer, I'll be right there!"

I comforted Yanran with the words that always worked when I played the flute.

"Hmph!"

Yanran rolled her eyes at me, her luscious red lips still holding my penis. But her coquettishness only made her more sexy and alluring, making me even more eager to "tease" her.

Yanran's swallowing and spitting of my penis became faster and faster, and her delicate cheeks became even more flushed. I grabbed her head and moved back and forth like riding a horse, the vigorous movements causing her hair to become slightly disheveled.

Because of the excessive friction, Yanran's lips became even redder, and my secretions and her saliva made her lips look like they were coated with a layer of bright honey, making her already luscious lips appear even more crystal clear and shiny. My penis had reached its peak under her constant licking and swallowing, vibrating continuously in Yanran's mouth.

At this moment, the deepest desire in my body was being intensely aroused by Yanran's lips.

I gripped Yanran's head tightly, thrusting my penis into her mouth relentlessly. It was as if her beautiful face and luscious lips were my enemies; I was determined to conquer her, to ruthlessly sweep away her like autumn leaves from a fallen tree! I wanted to possess her, to pierce the body of this stunning beauty with my "sword," to plunge my penis deep into the warmest part of this beautiful flight attendant's mouth, to defile the noble lips of this talented woman with my most filthy parts, to fill every inch of this university beauty's body with my filthy semen.

At this moment, my mind was consumed by thoughts of conquering Yu Yanran. I no longer remembered her usual gentleness and virtue, only her graceful and alluring figure, her haughty demeanor as the university's most beautiful woman, her maturity and composure at work, the scholarly air she exuded when writing poetry, her captivating curves when dancing, and her elegant demeanor as a flight attendant. Her stunning beauty, alluring sexiness, and noble elegance became my proudest assets in conquering her.

At this moment, Yanran was like a mare I had conquered, thrusting repeatedly beneath me. She could only passively endure my insults and attacks. The more submissive she was, the more I felt a sense of conquest.

I held this beauty's head, frantically thrusting between my legs, as if I were penetrating the vagina of a cheap prostitute; as if she were a lifeless toy, to be defiled at my mercy; perhaps even like a female dog, to be vented on at will.

Yanran's alluring eyes became teary with pain, a tear sliding down her cheek from time to time, and saliva dripping from her lips, staining a large patch of the floor.

After hundreds of thrusts from Yanran, finally, I felt the stimulation to my penis reach its peak, about to ejaculate. So I forcefully pressed her head against my lower abdomen. "Ugh," a painful sound escaped her throat. Her face flushed pink, her beautiful features contorted in agony. Her brows furrowed, and her hands pressed against my thighs, weakly trying to push me away. At that moment, her cherry lips were tightly enveloping the very base of my penis, her lower lip touching my testicles. My glans was pressed firmly against her soft throat. I felt a spasm in her throat, her warm, moist mouth trembling, her soft tongue tightly entwined around my penis.

Unable to hold back any longer, I felt a jolt throughout my body, my penis convulsing as I ejaculated wave after wave of my wicked fluids into the mouth of this beautiful flight attendant before me! Hot semen shot deep into her throat! Wave after wave, more than a dozen times!

I watched as Yu Yanran—this perfect woman, a flight attendant, a campus beauty, a talented woman, and a dancer—helplessly swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the thick semen ejaculated from my penis. Watching Yanran's throat constantly swallow, every drop of my semen she could only painfully swallow, until it was all gone, filled me with immense satisfaction. Sometimes, because Yanran couldn't swallow in time, a little bit of white liquid would leak from the corner of her mouth, staining her glistening, full cherry lips, making her look incredibly alluring.

I imagined my sperm rushing into her beautiful cherry lips, entering her mouth, clinging to her fragrant tongue, being swallowed mouthful by mouthful, until it traveled to every part of her body. Who would know that those cherry lips, which should have been reading beautiful articles on the radio, were now licking my ugly penis; who would know that those fragrant tongues, which should have been savoring exquisite desserts in a romantic Western restaurant, were now tasting my filthy semen. Watching the beautiful woman kneeling before me drink my excrement mouthful by mouthful, the desires that had been building up in my heart for months vanished instantly.

Sometimes I simply couldn't believe this was a dream. That proud school beauty, adored by everyone, that beautiful flight attendant pursued by countless men with bouquets of flowers, that elegant and talented woman worshipped by countless men, that dance goddess worshipped by countless men with admiring and yearning eyes… that most perfect goddess who appeared in countless men's dreams—now, she was kneeling before me, sucking my filthy penis! Tasting my sinful semen! Drinking my excrement! The perfect goddess in countless men's hearts was being defiled by me, an ordinary man! It was so exciting, heaven was truly too kind to me, I really hoped I could stay immersed in this wonderful dream forever.

With a "pop," I gently withdrew my penis from her sweet lips, only to see it glistening with juices, the penis mixed with her saliva and semen, looking extremely ferocious and evil.

Yanran collapsed to the ground, seemingly exhausted, panting softly.

I stood before her, my penis raised, and calmly said, "Lick it clean!" The beautiful flight attendant gave me a reproachful yet alluring look, then reluctantly opened her cherry lips and used her nimble tongue to meticulously lick and suck the glans, coronal sulcus, and shaft clean, swallowing the juices with difficulty.

However, I didn't let her off the hook. I pulled Yanran's beautiful head towards me, grabbed her hair, and made her face upwards.

Then I carefully wiped her face with my penis. I used the remaining semen on the glans and urethral opening to "draw eyebrows" on her forehead, to "apply lipstick" to her cherry lips, and finally used her delicate cheeks as a rag to wipe my penis clean.

"Are you satisfied now, you little rascal!"

Yanran said angrily after I was completely satisfied.

Finally, it was all over. After I was completely satisfied, my heart was filled with guilt and heartache for Yanran.

How much must Yanran love me to endure me tormenting her like this! How could I bear to treat her so cruelly? I was once again consumed by self-blame.

"Honey, it's alright," Yanran said softly, "Don't blame yourself. Yanran is willing to help you because I love you!" Seeing my self-reproach, Yanran tenderly comforted me.

"Wife, thank you for your hard work!"

Yanran's simple words moved me deeply. My heart was filled with boundless love for Yanran, which I couldn't fully express. I could only pull her into my arms tightly and utter the same simple words. As the saying goes, a man's penis is a beast when it's hard, and a lover when it's soft. I had once again personally proven this.

Although I love Yanran very much, and in my heart she is my closest family member, every time I am intimate with Yanran, filled with desire, I have wicked thoughts. If I think about how good Yanran is to me, I absolutely cannot do it, and the end result is that I cannot be intimate with her at all. The only thing to blame is that Yanran is too perfect in every way. Whether it's her looks, character, or talent, I'm no match for her. Facing her perfection often makes me, an ordinary person, feel pressured and inferior. Perhaps someone is right: half of a man is a devil, and half of a woman is an angel. Because from school to society, every man who looks at Yanran has eyes full of desire and wickedness, wanting nothing more than to pin her down and ravage her. I'm a man too, of course, no exception. It's just that others can only fantasize, while I can actually possess this goddess.

Perhaps, perhaps the reason Yanran is so accommodating to me in sex is because she sensed my insecurity. To give me balance, she lets me vent my desires freely, while she silently endures it all.

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