Jia Yuan, whom I trained

I'm a typical "phoenix man" (a man from a poor background who achieves success in the city). I grew up in the countryside, worked hard to get into a university in a big city, and found a good job after graduation, successfully becoming a city dweller. The process was undeniably arduous, but I still consider myself lucky because I married my current girlfriend, Jiayuan.

She's from the city, and her family is quite well-off. In China, most parents believe in "raising sons frugally and daughters lavishly," so her life has always been comfortable. I initially pursued her with a "let's give it a try" attitude, and I never expected to succeed and have her as my girlfriend. Of course, I also have to thank her open-minded parents who didn't reject me because of my background.

I've never been particularly self-conscious about my appearance; someone who grew up in poverty is unlikely to be good-looking. But I'm not sleazy or dull either; my father always taught me to stand tall. What I'm most proud of is my own hard work, which is probably what impressed Jiayuan's parents. As for why Jiayuan accepted me, if two people are attracted to each other, there can be many reasons, or none at all.

Jiayuan is quite a pretty girl. The reason I say "small" isn't because she's short or young.

It's because while she might not be as strikingly beautiful as those women on screen, in real life she's definitely someone you can't help but look at.

At 165cm tall, with a curvaceous figure, delicate features, and especially those pitiful eyes, she's very likely to stir a man's fantasies.

During the most crucial period of my career, Jia Yuan resolutely gave up her job to return home and take care of me wholeheartedly. It was with her support that I was able to successfully start my own business, and my small company was on track.

I had become a winner in life. But life always has its regrets, and I was no exception. Jia Yuan and I have been married for five years and haven't been able to have children. After a hospital checkup, we learned that I had a health problem.

At first, I was quite devastated, but with Jia Yuan's comfort, I accepted the fact. But our parents, especially my parents from the countryside, clearly found it difficult to accept. To this day, I still don't dare tell them this unfortunate news.

This year, during the Spring Festival, Jia Yuan and I went back to my hometown. My aging parents inevitably urged us to hurry up and give them a grandson. I could only give evasive answers to appease them for the time being.

I knew that the two elders were eager for a grandson, but this wasn't something that could be easily dismissed. Sure enough, taking advantage of a moment, my mother pulled me aside and insisted on putting a piece of jade on my wrist. She said it was a blessed stone for carrying on the family line, consecrated by a master from the next village, and very effective.

Of course, I didn't believe in this kind of feudal superstition, but feeling guilty towards my parents, I agreed and wore it.

I looked at the stone; it didn't seem like any good jade, but it had a very strange luster.

One night after returning from my hometown, I had a dream, a strange erotic dream. Although I was studying in the county town during my puberty and couldn't see the colorful and dazzling women of the city, I had dreamt of voluptuous country women and graceful village girls, and had even had wet dreams because of it.

But this time was different. I saw that woman in my dream, and it was none other than my girlfriend, Jia Yuan. I vaguely remember Jia Yuan in the dream, her firm buttocks raised, crawling on the edge of the bed, between my legs. Her body swayed back and forth, her pitiful eyes turning to look at me.

Although it was a dream, those sounds still linger in my mind, especially Jia Yuan's moans. They were so different from the nights of the past five years, carrying a hint of shame and resentment, but also a greater sense of pleasure and ecstasy. I'm

sure you'll all find this laughable. It's just a simple "doggy style," hardly a particularly obscene position. But Jia Yuan and I have never tried it. For the past five years, our sex life has been the most ordinary way of being together, with hardly any foreplay, at most just a kiss.

Jia Yuan always moaned softly, and I always proceeded slowly and methodically. Perhaps we were both too shy. The two of them didn't have many demands regarding their intimate life, pursuing a respectful and harmonious marriage.

So, the scene in my dream was enough to make my blood boil.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw Jia Yuan lying in my arms with a sweet smile on her face, and I couldn't help but sigh, "How could I have such a dream?" Gently releasing Jia Yuan, I decided to clear my head and went to the bathroom to shower. When I took off my underwear, I noticed a small stain on it, and I couldn't help but smile wryly: "How old am I, still..." But the scene from my dream kept replaying in my mind, especially Jia Yuan's eyes.

I immediately turned on the tap, and my thoughts were finally interrupted by the cold water.

In late winter, early February, I actually took a cold shower for more than ten minutes in the early morning. When I came out, Jia Yuan was already up.

"Oh, honey, you're up? You can sleep a little longer, it's okay if you don't make breakfast today." Jia Yuan always gets up earlier than me to make breakfast for me. Today, she was unusually sleepy, but I hadn't woken her up yet. I regretted not sleeping in with her a little longer.

"I slept very well. You worked so hard last night, and you still have to go to work today, so of course I had to get up and make you breakfast." The warm morning sunlight shone on Jia Yuan's radiant smile. But I saw a strange hint of ambiguity in the corner of her mouth that wasn't touched by the sunlight.

This inexplicable thought made me mutter to myself, "What's wrong with me today..." After I finished getting dressed, I was greeted with a simple yet delicious breakfast, and of course, Jia Yuan's radiant smile. That inexplicable ambiguity had vanished. I took a bite of the sandwich Jia Yuan made. "Mmm!" "What's wrong?" Jia Yuan was startled when she saw me, a little nervous.

"It's delicious."

"You scared me."

This wasn't the first time Jia Yuan had made sandwiches, but it felt a little different; the texture seemed more "moist."

On the way to the company, because of the subtle strangeness of this morning, my thoughts started wandering again, and I inadvertently drifted back into that dream. Fortunately, the commute to the company wasn't far, and I forgot all about it while engrossed in my work.

However, the ordeal was far from over. In the following days, I had several more similar erotic dreams.

Once, I dreamt that Jia Yuan was writhing on top of me, shaking her head dazedly. Another time, I dreamt that I had Jia Yuan's legs wrapped tightly around my neck. Yet another time, I dreamt that Jia Yuan was leaning against the French windows, her hands gripping the curtains tightly.

Each dream was different, but what remained the same was that Jia Yuan's moans were just like the first time, but this time with a newfound pleasure and ecstasy.

I began to wonder if there was something wrong with my mental state, but after much hesitation, I didn't see a psychologist. Having grown up in the countryside, I felt it was difficult to talk about such things with others. I thought that adjusting myself would help.

It wasn't until a weekend morning that I realized the seriousness of the situation.

That day, I was awakened by the sound of Jia Yuan being drenched in rain. Opening my sleepy eyes, the first thing I saw was the bright sunlight streaming into the room. Ah, what a lazy morning. I wonder if it's because I went to bed early last night and didn't dream at all, but I feel especially comfortable today.

As the rest of my body gradually awakens from its slumber, I feel like something's not quite right.

"Huh—where are my pajamas—where are my underwear—why is the blanket like this?" I clearly remember that I slept in my clothes last night, and Jia Yuan and I each had our own blanket.

But when I woke up this morning, I found myself lying naked on a rumpled bed.

The comfort I had just felt vanished. I searched for my clothes; they were all scattered on the floor, not just mine, but also my girlfriend's pajamas and underwear.

I quickly picked them up and put them on, already sweating profusely. "What happened last night—why do I have no recollection of it—" Although I already knew the answer, I still didn't want to accept it.

I lifted the covers, and sure enough, there was a large puddle on the bed. As someone with experience, I knew it was from bodily fluids from intercourse. Such a large puddle was enough to imagine the madness of last night. "Could I really have a mental illness—did I do something too outrageous to Jia Yuan—" My clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

At that moment, Jia Yuan came out of the bathroom humming a tune, wearing a towel, her smile as bright as the sunshine outside the window. "Honey—get up—" "Wife—yesterday—I—" I tried to remain calm and extract information from Jia Yuan about what had happened last night.

Jia Yuan, her face flushed with shyness, suddenly embraced me, catching me off guard. I stood there stunned for a few seconds before closing my arms around her.

"Honey, you're getting naughtier and naughtier."

"Huh? What naughty thing did I do?" I was at a loss for words.

Suddenly, Jia Yuan playfully scolded me, "Hmph, just pretending to be stupid."

It seemed there was no doubt about it; last night, I had engaged in a frenzied sexual encounter with my girlfriend without any awareness. My mind was on the verge of collapse.

"Wife, I love you," I said, forcing back a sob.

"Honey, I love you too. Okay, I'm going to make breakfast." Jia Yuan happily ran from my arms to the kitchen.

Seeing Jia Yuan in such a good mood, my own feelings became more complicated than ever before, though at least I had been pulled back from the brink. I went to the bathroom, lit a cigarette, and fell into deep thought.

If Jia Yuan knew I was completely unconscious yesterday, what would she think? Would the person she had sex with still be me? But—it seemed that the me who appeared at night made Jia Yuan happier, didn't I?

After much deliberation, I decided not to tell Jia Yuan, nor did I decide to see a psychologist. After all, I really couldn't bring myself to talk about such a strange thing. But I wouldn't just let it go.

I secretly installed a camera in my bedroom; I wanted to see what I was doing at night.

I went to bed early that night and returned home early the next morning. After dinner, I locked myself in my study and turned on the computer connected to the camera. With each sound of the computer running, my heart pounded faster and faster.

I opened the video file recorded by the camera, and the moment the image brightened, my heart leaped into my throat.

The image showed me lying alone in bed; I could hear faint water sounds, presumably Jia Yuan showering in the bathroom. Suddenly, the "me" lying in bed sat up and gave the camera a strange smile.

My heart tightened; it seemed another "me" knew about the camera.

Then, "I" took off my pajamas and underwear and went into the bathroom. I quickly opened the video recorded by the camera in the bathroom.

"Honey, did I wake you?" Jia Yuan was slightly taken aback when she saw me walk in, but quickly accepted it. It seemed this wasn't the first time "I" had played in the water with Jia Yuan.

"I want to take a shower,"

"I" said, my voice exactly the same as mine, only my expression was completely different.

"You just showered, didn't you? You're so annoying," Jia Yuan said coquettishly.

"That's the same."

"I" walked to the shower and kissed Jia Yuan. After all, it was a miniature camera installed in the corner, so the details weren't very clear. But I could see that "I" and Jia Yuan were swaying our heads slightly, so the kiss must have been very passionate.

At the same time, one of "my" hands was wandering restlessly over Jia Yuan's body, from her vest to her waist, from her buttocks to her pubic area. Jia Yuan squirmed from the caresses, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her expression one of enjoyment.

The passionate kiss finally ended, and "I" gently pressed Jia Yuan's head down. Jia Yuan obediently squatted down, placing her head between "my" legs, "my" penis erect in front of Jia Yuan's eyes. I looked at it; it seemed much more robust than mine.

"Honey, it seems even bigger today," Jia Yuan said playfully, tilting her head back at "me" as she gently grasped my penis. "

Really? Lick it well, it'll get even bigger."

"I" gently stroked Jia Yuan's face, a wicked smile playing on my lips.

With that, Jia Yuan took my erect penis into her mouth, sucking on it with adoration. Every now and then, she would tease it with her tongue, making it protrude.

Jia Yuan had never performed oral sex on me before, and I had never imagined she would serve me like this. Judging by her current skill, she had probably been "trained" by "me" many times. I realized that my previous "dreams" might not have been dreams at all.

Now, enjoying Jia Yuan's service, "I" smiled smugly at the camera, then revealed an expression of utter enjoyment—a blatant provocation.

I had already unconsciously started masturbating. After all, everything I had just witnessed was incredibly impactful. Seeing my girlfriend being raped was already incredibly stimulating, but this person had an extremely complicated relationship with me.

He was "me," yet not me.

This subtlety didn't evoke much shame or anger; instead, it brought a surge of excitement. This excitement surpassed the euphoria of receiving a university acceptance letter or closing my first big deal. It was even more obscure and incomprehensible than the first time I secretly watched pornographic films hidden on a classmate's computer, or the first time I saw a woman's real naked body while having premarital sex with Jia Yuan.

This excitement made me cast aside all my worries. I had no time to think about how to treat my illness or how to explain this to Jia Yuan. All I wanted to do was watch, watch.

In the video, "I" groaned with pleasure while stroking Jia Yuan's wet hair, my hips swaying gently with her head bobbing up and down.

Suddenly, Jia Yuan spat out the penis she had been holding in her mouth, tilted her head back, and said, "Husband, I want it." Her eyes were brimming with desire.

I immediately picked up Jia Yuan and carried her out of the bathroom, then quickly changed the video.

I placed Jia Yuan on the bed and kissed her passionately again. Then I kissed her from her neck to her breasts, my mouth and tongue working together to gently bite, twist, rub, and lick.

Listening to Jia Yuan's moans of "Ah—ah—", I also rubbed my genitals.

I then lowered myself, burying my face in Jia Yuan's crotch and licking it with my tongue. In response, Jia Yuan let out a long moan of "Ah—" as she arched her back. I changed from licking to sucking, and Jia Yuan's moans became shorter and more intense. Her

previously stiff waist began to twist again.

"Husband—come—come in—" Jia Yuan was already a little out of breath.

Before, Jia Yuan would never say such a thing; she would only whisper "husband—" in my ear. But tonight, she asked for it twice in a clear voice.

"I" grinned lewdly again, "Stick your ass up."

Jia Yuan turned around without hesitation, leaned on the bed, and stuck out her buttocks. "I" held Jia Yuan's waist and thrust my penis inside.

The two swayed in the waves of sex, the swaying growing more intense and violent.

Jia Yuan's moans had become lifeless, "Ahhhhhh—" while "I" was also throbbing with veins, thrusting with all my might. Wave after wave of spring tide had transformed into a roaring tide of sex.

With a sharp cry from Jia Yuan and a low growl from "me," the tide of sex overwhelmed the two of them in an endless sea of desire. I, too, was swept away, a warm current shooting towards the heavens.

In the video, "I" was on top of Jia Yuan, and then everything went black. After a blank, I saw "me" lying on the bed with Jia Yuan in my arms. Jia Yuan's eyes were slightly closed, her face flushed as she nestled in "my" arms, while "I" looked up at the camera, smiling smugly at me sitting on the table. I was

instantly consumed by jealousy, and I immediately turned off the computer and lit a cigarette.

Just when I felt I had to confront my serious illness, the company received another large order. However, every cloud has a silver lining. I thought to myself, this is for the best; I have a reason not to go home tonight. I'm afraid that "me" will take Jia Yuan away, even take everything from me.

But I can't stay away from home forever. So I'll sleep in a hotel tonight and go home for lunch with Jia Yuan.

I brought a video camera with me to the hotel, but "me" never appeared there, which made me even more suspicious.

Having this on my mind definitely affected my work. Despite working hard for so many days and expending so much money, resources, and manpower, I still couldn't close the deal. The company, the culmination of my hard work, faced a crisis, and my life hit a long-awaited low. In the empty office building, looking out at the bustling university campuses, I felt completely lost.

Home—the only place I could think of that offered solace was home, and Jia Yuan was there too. The date on my computer is February 14th; no one has come home for five days. Whatever, let "me" come if I want. I've decided not to sleep in a hotel tonight.

Suddenly my phone rang. It was Jia Yuan calling. "Honey, come home for dinner tonight, I have a surprise for you!" "Okay." Jia Yuan's voice warmed my heart, but at the same time, it filled me with immense anxiety. Now, all I feared was losing Jia Yuan.

I drove straight home, watching couples walking hand-in-hand through the snow, and I sped up.

Opening the door, Jia Yuan greeted me, the warmth of the heater filling the air. Seeing the flickering candlelight on the dining table in the distance, I realized it was Valentine's Day.

"Wife—I'm sorry—I forgot to buy roses—" A wave of guilt washed over me.

"We're an old married couple, why buy roses?" Jia Yuan chuckled. "Come on, try the candlelight dinner I prepared." "Okay." I led Jia Yuan to the long table, imitating a Western gentleman, pulling out a wooden chair for her. After she sat down, I poured her some red wine.

I bought this Western-style long table. Perhaps because I come from a rural background, after achieving success, I've developed a fondness for the refined elegance of Western aristocracy. I must admit it's quite vain, but Jia Yuan knows this is just one of my tastes and is very accommodating. Tonight's candlelight dinner is a perfect example.

Looking at the heavy snow outside the window, my heart melted. Not because my ridiculous vanity was satisfied, but because I'm so fortunate to have a girlfriend like Jia Yuan.

"Happy Valentine's Day, honey. Although there are no roses, I have a little gift for you," I said, raising my glass to Jia Yuan.

"Yes, Happy Valentine's Day," Jia Yuan replied, raising her glass as well. We each took a small sip, and then she asked, "What little gift?" At this moment, I had forgotten everything that had happened that day and had secretly made a decision. Now, my mind was completely at ease. "Let's drink first, you'll find out later." "Oh, honey, you're getting more and more annoying," Jia Yuan said coquettishly.

I smiled mischievously; of course, I had to keep her in suspense. I changed the subject, enjoying the exquisite dinner my girlfriend had prepared for me while reminiscing about the wonderful times we'd shared. With each sip of red wine, a special ambiance filled the air.

Looking at Jia Yuan's flushed cheeks, I walked over to her, half-squatting at her feet, and took her hand, stroking it. "Wife, you've really worked hard these past years." Jia Yuan paused for a moment, then laughed, "Don't mention it, aren't we husband and wife?"

I chuckled mischievously and whispered in her ear, "I meant you've had a hard time in bed." Jia Yuan playfully slapped me, "You're so naughty." I pulled Jia Yuan up, gazing at her affectionately, and said, "Ready for a little gift? A little crazy, isn't it?" Jia Yuan understood immediately and nodded.

I blew out the candles in the middle of the long table and pushed them off. I picked up the glass of red wine, took a sip, and kissed Jia Yuan. We kissed passionately, just like "me," our tongues mingling and sucking, occasionally swallowing red wine mixed with saliva.

I couldn't lose to "me"; I had to be even more passionate. With this determination, I placed Jia Yuan on the dining table, slipping one hand under her skirt to caress the inside of her thigh.

Jia Yuan enjoyed it and immediately moaned.

Soon, I felt the wetness between Jia Yuan's legs and moved my hand over her crotch. When I touched her panties, I immediately realized that Jia Yuan was wearing a thin, sexy lingerie set.

My surprise was barely concealed; Jia Yuan gave me a charming smile, "Is this a reward for you?" Overjoyed, I immediately parted Jia Yuan's legs and buried my face between them. Jia Yuan didn't close her legs but instead opened them for me to admire. It seemed "my" training had been very successful.

Looking at that small black panty with rose lace, I couldn't help but lick it. This was the first time I'd tasted vaginal fluid; it was salty, and surprisingly, it felt quite good. The amount of fluid soaking into my panties was limited, so I unsatisfied, pulled down Jia Yuan's panties. I gently parted her labia majora and licked her wet labia minora.

Unexpectedly, Jia Yuan convulsed, "Oh—!"

This excited me even more, so I teased her clitoris with my tongue. Jia Yuan let out another comfortable moan, her hands only messing with my hair. I licked back and forth between her labia and clitoris.

Then I noticed Jia Yuan was caressing her own breasts, and I realized I'd neglected such a treasure. So I

went to Jia Yuan's chest, unbuttoned her dress and tossed it aside, pushed up her bra, and began sucking and rubbing them, just like in the video.

I thought Jia Yuan's breasts felt wonderful; although not particularly large, they were round and firm, and the nipples were still quite pink. What's most endearing is its sensitivity; after some teasing, Jia Yuan's vulva began to flow with moisture.

Hearing Jia Yuan's comfortable moans filled me with satisfaction, but I wasn't satisfied. Up to this point, I was still imitating that "me," and I needed to surpass him. I pondered for a moment and found an opening. My tongue traced upwards along Jia Yuan's chest, reaching her armpit.

There were still sparse armpit hairs that hadn't been promptly removed. But that didn't bother me. I licked them, even sucking on the remaining armpit hairs. This action clearly brought Jia Yuan considerable surprise; her moans became even more enchanting, and her slender hands caressed my back passionately.

After a moment, I moved down from her armpits to her waist, where Jia Yuan wasn't blocked by her removed skirt. I quickly reached out to remove it, and Jia Yuan cooperated by arching her back. Removing the obstacle, I continued downwards from her hips to her thighs, all the way to her calves, finally arriving at my destination—her feet.

I adjusted my position, holding Jia Yuan's feet in my hands, her eyes glazed over. A wicked smile crept across my lips, and I sucked her toes into my mouth. Jia Yuan was aroused, arching her back and letting out a sharp moan before collapsing limply onto the table.

I immediately picked up her other foot and started sucking on it. I think Jia Yuan's psychological pleasure at this moment far outweighed the physical stimulation.

Jia Yuan stroked her firm breasts and said in a daze, "Husband—I want—" I stopped all activity, thinking that the foreplay should be over. So I climbed on top of her and said to her with a wicked smile,

"Want what?"

"I want that." Jia Yuan calmed down a little, adjusted her breathing, and her words became clearer.

"Which one is that, wife, say it." I knew that Jia Yuan's desire had been ignited, and with the training "I" had given her in the past few days, she would come.

"I want you to be on top of me." Jia Yuan was a little anxious.

"Oh, you want me to be on top of you, not to fuck you." I was still teasing her relentlessly.

"Husband, you're so bad. I just want you to fuck me."

"Okay, I'll fuck you, you slutty wife." Somehow, those words just slipped out.

I guided my penis into Jia Yuan's body, thrusting in and out with a rhythmic nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. I had never experienced anything like this before; Jia Yuan's vagina felt so warm and moist.

The feeling was wonderful.

Suddenly, Jia Yuan wrapped her legs around my waist, disrupting my rhythm. Coupled with Jia Yuan's passionate moans, I lost myself and thrust recklessly. I lost control and ejaculated.

My abrupt stop clearly didn't bring Jia Yuan to orgasm, and my penis slid out limply, leaving me extremely frustrated. "Wife, I—" Jia Yuan didn't say much, but smiled, picked up a napkin, and stood up to wipe my sweat. Then she gently pushed me onto the table, opened my legs, and gazed at my shrunken penis.

Her actions successfully stopped my penis from further drooping and even showed signs of renewed arousal.

Jia Yuan reached out and stroked my penis while playfully watching me, and I looked back at her. A moment later, our gazes were all drawn to the erect penis that had been teased by her slender hands.

Suddenly, Jia Yuan used her finger to pick up some cream from the cake beside her and smeared it on the bright red glans. I let out a soft moan of pleasure, and Jia Yuan smiled slyly. I knew what she was going to do next.

Jia Yuan took the cream-covered glans into her mouth and began to suck on it. Ah—this felt so good. Jia Yuan spat out the glans, but her tongue remained on it, drawing a few circles on the glans with the tip of her tongue. Then she licked her way up the shaft to the scrotum.

This was something she had never done for "me" before, and the sudden psychological and physical stimulation made me tilt my head back and moan, "Oh—" I felt my penis hardening, and suddenly a wave of emptiness washed over me. I heard Jia Yuan say to me, "Are my breasts pretty?" I looked up and saw Jia Yuan holding her breasts, smiling foolishly at me.

I hurriedly said, "Okay, that's great, I really want to devour it!"

Jia Yuan laughed happily, "Devour it? Are you willing to?" After saying that, Jia Yuan brought her breasts to my penis, using both hands to hold my penis between her breasts and rub it up and down.

I immediately felt my penis was about to explode. "Wife—come on—" Unexpectedly, Jia Yuan laughed, "Come on? Come on what—husband." Karma came quickly, I didn't expect it to be her teasing me now. "Let's make love." "Make love—how do we do it?" She didn't give up.

I was really getting anxious, and made a move to get up. "Making love is, let me put my cock into my slutty wife's little pussy." Jia Yuan pressed me down on the table, "Oh, is that so?" Then she climbed on top of me lying on the table, holding my penis and rubbing it against her vaginal opening, "Is that so, my lewd husband?" "Yes, my slutty wife." I looked at her with fire in my eyes.

Jia Yuan slowly sat on me, and we both cried out.

"Ah—so good."

"Ah—I'm about to reach my climax."

Then she rode me vigorously, moaning unrestrainedly, shaking her head. After ejaculating once, I lasted much longer than before. Seeing that Jia Yuan's waist was gradually weakening, I guided her to change positions.

She climbed onto the dining table, and I stood behind her, thrusting in and out in a three-dimensional doggy style. Jia Yuan's moans became more and more chaotic, and her body was covered in sweat, even her hair was wet. Her legs began to weaken, and she could hardly stand.

I knew she was about to climax, so I supported her and thrust one last time.

"Ah—I'm going to come—I'm going to come—ah—husband—" I gritted my teeth and thrust hard into her clitoris, and hot semen gushed out, shooting deep into Jia Yuan's vagina. We both convulsed and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

It took us a while to come to our senses. Jia Yuan nestled into my arms and said, "Honey, I love you." I gently stroked her wet hair and replied, "Me too." The next day, I mustered up the courage to see a psychologist. The psychological test showed that I didn't have any serious psychological problems, just needed to adjust my work attitude appropriately. In the following days, that "me" never appeared again.

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