[Urban] Adultery: The Countryside's Big Weapon (Complete) - 25-27

Chapter Six:

Feng Quan ejaculated completely, the immense pleasure making him feel like he was about to fly. This pleasure quickly subsided after a few seconds, but he seemed unwilling to give up immediately. Instead, he remained inside his wife, his penis still inside her, wriggling weakly a few more times. Finally, exhausted, he struggled in his death throes, both of them able to feel it shrinking noticeably. Seeing that his wife was barely reacting, he laboriously withdrew his penis and collapsed weakly beside her…

Neither of them spoke, both recalling the scene just now. It still felt like a dream, yet the immense pleasure their bodies had never experienced before felt so real. Feng Quan was filled with excitement and exhilaration, nothing more. He had finally conquered his long-desired female teacher, his body completely released. For a boy of that age, what else could there be but excitement and pride? His motive was actually very clear: his interest in his wife was primarily focused on her body; he believed that conquering her body meant conquering everything about her.

The wife's feelings were far more complex. The semen in her vagina flowed slowly down her buttocks from the vaginal opening, eventually pooling on the sheets. She could feel the still-warm, viscous liquid slowly flowing down her body. She felt that much of the semen had overflowed because her vagina couldn't hold it all.

Now, she felt a burning pain in her vagina from the inside out, which was gradually intensifying. She knew this was because Feng Quan's penis was too large and the earlier movements had been too vigorous. She had never been able to accommodate such a large object before, but when Feng Quan's penis entered, she still felt incredibly good. It was as if her vagina had never been fully opened for so many years, as if it had always been curled up, unable to be free. Thanks to Feng Quan, it had been completely opened, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, incredibly excited, and finally able to fly freely. She even felt that only now was her vagina fully developed, and she was a real woman.

Although there was some pain, compared to the pleasure of being opened up, the pain was nothing. She felt incredibly comfortable; Feng Quan was making her feel like she was in heaven. She couldn't remember ever experiencing this feeling before, at least not in recent years.

She lay there, blissfully enjoying the wonderful sensation, not thinking about anything else, because she was still immersed in that light, floating pleasure and didn't want any distracting thoughts to disturb her sweet dreams…

Feng Quan wasn't a virgin; he claimed to have two years of sexual experience, but today's experience with his wife was completely different from before. He felt that his wife's vagina was like her breasts, specially made for him. His penis fit perfectly inside, as if it were tailor-made for him, completely different from other girls.

He felt as if her vaginal walls had countless soft little suction cups, firmly adhering to every inch of his penis's skin as soon as he entered, tightly enveloping him. The instant he entered, he felt his semen rushing uncontrollably to the tip of his glans; the pleasure of ejaculation seemed to have arrived. If he hadn't adjusted in time, he probably would have already ejaculated prematurely.

Her vagina seemed to understand his penis, responding perfectly to his every whim. Whenever he felt even the slightest dryness, a gush of slippery love fluid would immediately flow to lubricate his penis, allowing it to continue its smooth operation. These two reproductive organs, when joined together, seemed to come alive, like two soulmates who had known each other for years. At first

, his movements gradually increased in speed, and his wife's expressions and moans matched perfectly. When he deliberately sped up, she would immediately react accordingly, without a trace of pretense. When he completely let go, her pained expression and desperate screams not only intensified his desire but also seemed to boost his confidence.

He loved watching her expression of both pleasure and pain caused by his thrusting. In the final sprint, her contorted face was even more beautiful than usual. He hadn't expected his wife to be so sensitive; he even felt no pain as her nails dug into his flesh, which only added to his pleasure. That expression of agonizing pain, her lips clenched, eyes tightly shut, a look of unbearable agony, became an irresistible allure to him…

Before, after having sex with a girl, he basically disregarded her feelings, and his interest in her waned considerably afterward. Even the first time, he found it unremarkable, lacking any real surprise. Sex was portrayed as something extraordinary, and while it was pleasurable, it wasn't the heavenly experience described in novels, leaving him somewhat disappointed.

But today was different. He understood the descriptions of sex in novels. It seemed that the experience truly varied depending on the partner; it wasn't just about being pretty and sexy. He seemed to have discovered a treasure, reaching out to pull his wife tightly into his arms from behind, as if afraid she would disappear…

His wife's pleasure and excitement gradually subsided, and her mind calmed down. At this point, she couldn't help but think of other things. After the initial pleasure faded, the realities of her husband, daughter, family, work, and so on, inevitably overwhelmed her, along with feelings of guilt.

She realized she had completely betrayed him, having sex with this student who had been pursuing and harassing her behind her husband's and everyone else's back. And she had done it without reservation; every part of her body had been seen, touched, and kissed by him. Suddenly, she had become the kind of person society condemned—dirty, shameless, a bad woman, cheating on her husband…

Was she really dirty? Yes, that's how others must see her. Her body had been invaded by another man; how could she not be dirty? She wondered how many of his unique bacteria remained in her vagina, undoubtedly many, given the repeated friction.

It was indeed dirty, especially for her husband, who should have been enjoying this place alone. This originally clean and sacred place had been cleansed by the fluids produced by Feng Quan's body, passing through his excretory organs, washing over the soft inner walls of her vagina. His semen also contained countless of his unique genes.

These substances would inevitably adhere to every corner of her vagina, branding it with Feng Quan's mark. It could never be completely washed away. From then on, whenever her husband made love to her, his penis would be tainted with Feng Quan's scent. Every time, even the smallest amount would leave a trace. If she hadn't allowed him to penetrate her, her husband would never have come into contact with the fluids produced by Feng Quan's body.

In her eyes, this fluid was a product exclusively for men, and she wasn't averse to it, at least not Feng Quan's semen. In other words, a woman's vagina was willing to accept the semen of the man she loved. At most, she felt a little apprehensive because its sole function happened to be inside her body, but she didn't find it dirty.

This is how women see it, but it's completely different for men. Regardless of status, all men excrete this substance, and in their eyes, it's just a liquid. Anything other than their own is considered filthy, something they find disgusting, let alone something that has come into contact with their own genitals, especially inside their wife's vagina. To men, it's the dirtiest thing in the world, something that can never be cleaned…

The penis is the biggest difference between men and women in terms of external genitalia; it's the symbol of masculinity, its primary functions being urination and sexual intercourse. It can be said to be the most unhygienic part of a man's body.

A woman's vagina is essentially like her internal organs—extremely delicate, sensitive, and tender. When another man uses his most unhygienic organ to touch and repeatedly rub his wife's most vulnerable area, that area naturally becomes contaminated by that unhygienic organ…

Don't they have any shame? Yes, in everyone's eyes, she secretly came to this place far from the city behind her husband, daughter, parents, all her acquaintances, and her students' backs, and made love to him naked in a hotel bed, exposing her breasts, vagina, and other most private parts.

Her body was a gift from her parents; they not only gave it to her but also raised her, cherishing her with utmost care and devotion, never tolerating the slightest harm to their daughter. In reality, it was only at the moment of their marriage that they gave her to another man, as if he alone had the right to enjoy the treasure they had so carefully nurtured for so many years.

And today, she had allowed another man to so casually and completely trample on her body, exposing all her private parts without reservation. This was not only a betrayal of her husband but also of her parents. She had absolutely no right to let anyone touch her body so freely. If anyone knew, she would have no face to live—her husband, daughter, family, colleagues, friends, even her students. She would never be able to face any of them again. This wasn't just shameless; it was utterly unbearable!

She knew she was a bad woman, ashamed to face anyone, and even her husband would lose face if others found out. Although he was just a lowly policeman, his network of connections extended to almost every colleague unit in the city, and he had friends in various industries. His wife, a teacher, used to be seen as a respectable person by his friends and colleagues, but today she had done this to her student. She was naked, screaming in agony under that student, disregarding all dignity. Because of her mistake, her whole family could not hold their heads high...

However, things had already come to this, and she could objectively recognize that the matter could not be entirely blamed on Feng Quan; she also bore responsibility. Since she had done it, from this moment on, she was willing to bear all the consequences of her mistake...

Actually, I expected my wife to have a relationship with Feng Quan; I even anticipated it from the moment I saw that photo. But no matter how strong my mental preparation was, hearing her say it herself was still unbearable. Waves of sourness and pain assaulted my most vulnerable nerves. I felt my hands and feet turn cold. I never imagined she would be this kind of person.

After so many years of marriage, it seems I don't fully understand her. Am I too busy with work, or am I just inherently insensitive? I don't know. Anyway, she's completely cheated on me, and the other person is so unexpected. I can't help but imagine that scene: her lying there naked, just like when we made love, legs raised high, only the man on top isn't me. She's had a penis that wasn't mine. I feel ashamed, disgusted…

She's probably been spoiled by her parents since childhood; she's very self-centered. Even after having a daughter, she hasn't changed much. She does what she likes, rarely considering other people's feelings. She's arrogant, conceited, and has an exceptionally strong sense of self-respect—at least verbally, she's never submitted to anyone.

But she's also bold enough to admit her mistakes. She knows no one dares to punish her; even her parents are somewhat afraid of her. So she's not afraid of making mistakes, sometimes even going so far as to compound them, and her attitude is particularly defiant. Our family understands her, so we usually don't argue with her for the sake of harmony.

She did express remorse, considering the harm that having a relationship with another man would cause her and her family. Despite these thoughts, she still did it, and she didn't show any remorse, which I can't understand…

Perhaps it's not entirely her fault; I was too naive and overconfident. I only knew she was my type, without considering whether she truly accepted me or would be content to live with me. Initially, I was very confident. I thought that since we were married, as long as I treated her well, she should appreciate it. Over the years, I've been largely obedient and accommodating.

While we're not wealthy, our jobs pay well these days, and we have little financial pressure. I don't think there's anything wrong with our relationship. Although she sometimes gets angry and complains, it's generally acceptable, and she usually does what she's supposed to do.

Our sex life has definitely declined since our daughter was born. Perhaps it's because after so many years of marriage, the passion has faded, and I don't know why. After many years of marriage, her appearance hadn't changed much; in fact, she'd become even more womanly.

Sometimes I'd have intense desires, and she usually obliged. After our passion subsided, I'd always feel a sense of loss and rarely consider her feelings. We'd exchange a few words and then fall asleep. But she, I don't know when it started, almost never made any advances…

It's true, I've overlooked too many details in life, ignored those subtle warnings. Maybe she doesn't love me anymore, or maybe she never loved me at all…

"Why?!" I finally managed to ask after a long silence, unsure of what I was asking.

"…I have nothing more to say. In short, I made a mistake, and I'm willing to take responsibility!" My wife said after a moment of silence, and then I saw tears streaming down her face. I didn't know what this meant; did she regret it? At that moment, I felt like I was trying to regain my dignity. If she regretted it, at least I would feel better.

"Do you regret it?" I asked directly.

"…I'm willing to take responsibility for my mistake," she repeated, without answering.

"Your mother forced you to take responsibility, can you take it?!" I finally snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. Her words and attitude had pushed my patience to the limit. She showed no remorse, which made it even more unbearable. We'd argued before, but I'd mostly remained silent. I

don't remember this being the first time I'd yelled at her. "...You..." She seemed startled by my sudden outburst, looking up at me nervously.

"Have you no shame? Don't you feel ashamed of this?" I shouted.

"Didn't I say I admit I was wrong? I'll take full responsibility!"

"How will you take responsibility? How will you take responsibility?!" I said viciously, my anger rising with

each word. "Let's get a divorce..." she said calmly.

"What did you say?" I stared at her.

"Nothing else, I'm not worthy to be your wife anymore!" She stood up, her back to me, still calm.

I stood up and walked around to face her. I didn't say anything, just stared at her for a few seconds. She would never have imagined that I would raise my right hand and slap her hard across her left cheek. I heard the crisp sound of skin hitting skin in the room.

"Smack!"

The slap landed squarely on her face. I didn't hold back at all; I used almost all my strength. She screamed "Ah!" with the sound, and because of the force, she sat on the ground, her left cheek visibly red. She didn't get up but sat there, looking down at the ground, crying…

I stood frozen in place, my right hand still in the shape of the hand that had struck her. I felt a numbness in my palm, my whole body felt weak, and my heart was pounding. To be honest, I didn't intend to hit her. Even though she had made such a big mistake, I hadn't initially thought of hitting her. After all, there's always a reason for something to happen, and even the biggest one doesn't warrant violence. I have no right to hit someone. I'm a police officer, and I understand that perfectly well. But the incident itself and her attitude just now had truly aroused my primal instincts as a man. I simply couldn't tolerate it.

The room was silent for five minutes. We both remained in our positions, but seeing her like that, I felt a pang of heartache and regret. Even if she had made a terrible mistake, I shouldn't have hit her. No one had ever laid a hand on her before…

I went to her and tried to help her up, but she refused, remaining seated.

“Get up,” I said softly.

She pushed my hand away, stood up, and sat on the sofa next to me.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you,” I apologized sincerely.

“…” She lowered her head, silent.

“I'm sorry, I formally apologize.” Now it seemed like everything was my fault.

"...You don't need to apologize. Didn't you ask me how I would take responsibility? Why don't you hit me harder, even harder, kill me, and I'll take responsibility that way?" She finally spoke, looking at me calmly.

"That's impossible, and I won't hit you again!" Her words themselves carried a vengeful tone. I had mostly calmed down by now.

"Let's get a divorce. It's not your fault; I can't forgive myself," she said calmly.

"..." Honestly, when something like this happens, it's simply a matter of enduring or not enduring. Everyone is the same. Enduring means pretending nothing happened, continuing to live together in a superficial way, while not enduring means divorce. What else is there? When she actually mentioned divorce, I genuinely couldn't bring myself to do it. Putting aside all other factors, just between her and me, I didn't want to lose her. Yes, I still loved her. But if we continued like this, what was the point? I'm afraid I'd have this trauma for the rest of my life. I didn't know what to do.

"Is this okay? I don't want anything; I just want my daughter," she added when I didn't respond.

“We’re both so disoriented right now. How about this, we’re both adults, let’s cool off for a few days before we talk again?”

“…I think I’m very calm, and I think this is the only way we can go. What else can we do if we don’t get a divorce? Are you willing to live with this psychological burden?”

“What do you mean by psychological burden?” I genuinely didn’t understand, and deep down I hoped she could offer another solution.

“…Why pretend you don’t know? I’ve been with someone else. Can you get rid of that psychological shadow?”

My wife was still the same as always, saying whatever came to mind.

“You wanted a divorce even before this happened, didn’t you?” I didn’t respond to her question, changing the subject.

“I don’t know,” she said calmly, which was, in fact, an admission.

“Why didn’t you say so sooner? Why did you have to do this? You only told me after something happened and hurt me. You’re cruel.”

“I couldn’t have predicted this, but maybe, like you said, I would have left you even without this.”

“Why?!”

“…I feel like this family is the same with or without you. I feel like after all these years of marriage, you don’t understand me at all!”

“You think I understand you as well as one of your students?” I didn’t want to ask her how I didn’t understand her; she could give me a whole bunch of examples, and I’d heard enough of them before.

“…I’d rather not say anything more. I don’t want to hurt you.” She looked away. Saying that was tantamount to admitting what I said—that I understood her less than a student.

“You have the nerve to say you don’t want to hurt me?” I was angry again. How could she say that?

“…I’m sorry.” Seeing my reaction, she seemed a little guilty.

It was almost 5 a.m., and I felt extremely tired, my mind a mess. I didn’t have the energy to argue like this.

“How about this, let’s both calm down for a few days, and then we can talk again, okay? I can move into my workplace.” I suggested to her.

“…Then I’ll listen to you, but I think I’m pretty calm. If you need it, then that’s fine, and you don’t have to move out,” she said calmly.

“Okay, let’s put some hot water on your face first?” I noticed her left cheek seemed swollen; I’d hit her quite hard.

“That’s none of your business.” She stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

I went into the study, lay down on the small bed, and kept thinking about what had suddenly happened to me. It felt like a dream, and I drifted off to sleep.

I was woken up by my phone. At 9 a.m., the office called and said there was something I needed to come over immediately. Today was supposed to be my day off, but I was used to this. That’s how it is in this job—always on call, it’s been like this for years. No one was home; my wife must have sent our daughter to her grandmother’s and gone to work.

The office work wasn’t finished until after 1 p.m. They saw I looked unwell and told me to go home, which I did without hesitation. I thought I could get some sleep, but I just couldn’t fall asleep. I don't know what I was thinking, but I sat down at the computer desk and turned it on. I just wanted to browse the internet casually, but QQ immediately caught my attention. My wife seemed to know I rarely used the home computer, so QQ was automatically logged in.

I knew this was wrong; it was an invasion of privacy. I felt like I was trying to find something here.

My hands trembled as I clicked on my friends list and opened Feng Quan's chat history. I knew it wouldn't do me any good, but I couldn't resist. There were only a few words in their chat history, mostly Feng Quan saying things like, "Teacher, are you there?" It seemed she had deleted the history casually.

Then, an avatar called her. It was a friend named Mo Xiaoyan, her best friend and college classmate. After graduation, he didn't follow in her footsteps and become a teacher, but instead went to work as a white-collar worker in a foreign company. He and my wife had a good relationship for many years, but their different work environments had led to different opinions on some things.

To be honest, I don't really like her. This girl is quite materialistic, always saying she only wants to marry a rich man. When we were dating, she even advised my wife to leave me, saying I wasn't good enough for her. My wife hesitated about it, but ultimately didn't listen to her.

This girl is quite different from my wife; she's very outspoken and dares to say anything. She doesn't have a steady boyfriend yet and often comes to my house to see me. I don't know why they're so close. My wife says they get along well and are both straightforward.

I clicked on her profile picture. "Aren't you going to work today?" I didn't reply. I opened their chat history; she had forgotten to delete her messages.

"How's that handsome student of yours doing?" Mo Xiaoyan had asked at the end of October last year.

"Nothing much, what can a little kid do?" my wife replied.

"I think he's just average-looking!" Mo said.

"Heh, yeah, that's true."

"Is he still pursuing you lately?"

"No, I'm not. Even if he did, I wouldn't pay attention to him."

"Why don't you give it a try? Try dating him."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not single like you."

"You're such a hypocrite, he's already touched you, and you're still pretending."

"...You're so annoying, who knew he'd act like that? I didn't do it on purpose!"

"He really only touched your chest? You're not lying to me?"

"Yeah, when have I ever lied to you! Don't talk about it, I don't want to talk about him."

"Why? Are you embarrassed?"

"No, I'm afraid if others find out, I'll be too ashamed to face anyone."

"What's the big deal? It didn't happen, you're too sensitive!"

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore!"

"Xue, tell me honestly, do you have feelings for him? Seriously."

"No, how could that be? He's a student, impossible!"

"I think this is a bit strange, it doesn't sound like what you're saying!"

"Really, no way."

"I suggest you give it a try, no one will know, experience a different kind of man!"

"I'm not as fashionable as you!"

"Life is life, however you choose to live it, why not indulge a little, have some passion, go a little crazy!"

"...I wouldn't dare! I'm logging off now, I'm going to eat!"

"Let me know if anything happens!"

"No way, I promise you!"

That concludes the day's entries. Next up is November…

After a few irrelevant remarks, Mo Xiaoyan asks about the matter first.

“How’s it going? Have any handsome students been bothering you lately?”

“…I have something to tell you.”

“Hmm, what is it?”

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“Just tell me.”

“Yesterday I was with him…”

“What happened? Sister! What happened between you and him?”

“What do you think?” “

Oh my god, you didn’t get slept with by him, did you?”

“…Don’t be so direct, okay?”

“Then what did you say? You got fucked by him?”

“You’re so annoying!”

“Damn! You’re amazing!”

“…Why are you so excited?”

“What happened? Tell me, tell me!”

“There’s nothing to say, what else is there to say!”

“Where was it?”

“A hotel in the suburbs.”

“Didn’t you promise me nothing would happen? How come you couldn’t last a month?”

“Ugh, ugh, I’m ignoring you!”

“What happened? Tell me!”

“You’re busy right now, let’s meet and talk.”

“Okay!”

That concludes the day’s messages, ending on a certain day in December of last year.

"Xue, if you listen to me, divorce him. What happens between you and Feng Quan is a matter for the future, and it has nothing to do with him. But I still advise you to leave him. I've disapproved of your relationship from the very beginning. Looking at you've been married for years, you could be living a much better life." "

But the reality is what it is; I have a family now."

"So what if you have a family? You'll be better off without him. There are so many single mothers these days, why be so traditional! Just listen to me. I'm only saying this to stop you from living like this. Be good to yourself."

"I'll think about it..."

That's the entire chat log. I won't go into the irrelevant parts.

Turns out there's another bastard here, giving bad advice and stirring things up. It's not without reason that I dislike her; people like that are terrifying in society. Damn it, it's not that there aren't good people, it's that there aren't any good people! She never gives good advice when she's involved. She's been encouraging her to cheat, and she hasn't said a single good word about me.

I have no grudge against her, so why is she like this?!

No, I've decided to confront her...

Chapter Seven:

I'm really angry! I especially dislike this kind of person, both in life and at work. I don't know how I offended her, but she stabs me in the back and often does things that harm others without benefiting herself. This kind of person is actually quite common; they exist around us.

Actually, she doesn't like me either, I've known that for a long time, but I don't know why. But we have to maintain appearances. We're not particularly close. When she comes to my house, I'm usually not home. If I am, we only exchange a few words before I excuse myself to do other things.

I have her phone number; my wife gave it to me. Once, she and Mo Xiaoyan went out and said her phone was about to die, so she gave me her number so I could call her if needed.

"Hello!" Luckily, she hadn't changed her number; it was easy to recognize her.

"Hello, is this Mo Xiaoyan?" I still wanted to confirm; she obviously didn't have my number.

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is Li Zhongkai."

"Oh, Zhongkai, Xiaoxue isn't here with me." She assumed I wanted to find my wife.

"I'm not looking for her, I'm looking for you." I didn't need to be too polite.

"You're looking for me? Is something wrong?" she asked, somewhat puzzled

. "Yes, something is wrong. What time do you get off work? Can we meet up to talk?"

"What is it? I haven't done anything wrong." I didn't know if she was joking or serious.

"If you'd done something wrong, I wouldn't be calling or making appointments with you. Is that convenient for you?" I replied.

"...Okay, then tell me where, and I'll come over." She was a little cautious.

"The teahouse downstairs from my apartment. I'll wait for you there." I answered.

"Okay, I'm off today. I'll be there in half an hour."

"Okay, see you later," I said and hung up the phone.

There's a teahouse downstairs from my apartment, with a very unique decor

. I've been there a few times, mostly to talk to friends or colleagues. The manager there knows me; this area is under my jurisdiction, and I sometimes come in to check on things during my patrols. The manager seemed a little surprised to see me, but still treated me politely. I asked her to find me a quiet room, and she led me to a small , sunny room facing south. I was very satisfied; it was indeed very quiet and perfect for a conversation.

Mo Xiaoyan arrived almost on time. We'd never met alone before, so we both felt a little awkward. She was the same as always, dressed in a black suit, her hair pulled back, a light layer of makeup on her face—a standard office lady look. She's actually quite pretty, not my wife's type. She's petite, but she's good at presenting herself, so she's the kind of person who attracts attention on the street.

But what I disliked most was her expression. Unlike my wife's cold expression, she always had a disdainful look, as if she didn't care about anyone. She was still the same as before when she saw me today, a forced smile. Based on my work experience, I can tell that this type of woman is the most difficult to deal with.

"Please sit down," I said, standing up as she entered and pointing to the seat opposite me.

"What do you want with me alone?" She deliberately emphasized the word "alone."

Just then, a waiter came in and poured her a cup of tea. "Thank you. Don't come in again unless I call you," I said to the waiter. She nodded, then closed the door, and the room became very quiet.

I didn't answer her immediately. Instead, I lit a cigarette and stared at her for a while. Her eyes weren't small, with upturned corners. Combined with her eyeshadow and eyeliner, she exuded arrogance, but within that arrogance lay a hidden sinister aura. Her eyes were deep and unfathomable. I don't know if this is an occupational hazard of mine, but I definitely felt a chill run down my spine from the cold light emanating from her eyes. It seemed to be filled with nothing but malice. She didn't look away from me either, as if two cold beams of light pierced through my eyes and reached my very soul. Instead, I avoided her gaze. It wasn't that I was afraid—I'm a police officer, I'm never afraid to make eye contact—but because of my position, just looking at her without saying anything wasn't appropriate.

"You should know why I'm looking for you, right?" I didn't want to beat around the bush and went straight to the point

. "You're really something. You're looking for me, how would I know what you want?" She seemed calm and innocent

. "Let's stop pretending, okay? Let's just be direct." Seeing her attitude, I didn't know where to begin

. "Just say what you want, don't leave me confused." She said with a hint of disdain

. I really didn't know how to start. After all, this was a difficult topic for any man to discuss. I felt ashamed in front of others, especially someone who knew about it, and she was pretending to be clueless, making me feel very passive.

"...I know about Tong Xue!" I didn't look at her, but spoke to the table, my voice low.

"Tong Xue?! What happened? Did something happen to her?" I'm sure she knew perfectly well why I was looking for her, but she was just like that, I don't know why.

"Stop pretending with me, okay? Since you agreed to meet me alone, you know why I'm looking for you. Since you're here, let's get straight to the point, okay?" I said expressionlessly.

"...Tell me what you know first!" After I said that, her expression calmed down.

"Her affair with her student..." I frowned, shifted my gaze to the ground, and said in a low voice,

"...Did you hear it from someone else?" Obviously, she was still trying to test me.

"Who said it doesn't matter, you know about it, right?"

"Yes, I know," she answered calmly.

"It's good that you admit you know," I said calmly as well.

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Xiao Mo, I won't talk about her affair first, I just want to ask you one thing."

"Hmm, what is it? Go ahead."

"Have I offended you in any way?"

"...What do you mean?"

"I've made myself very clear."

"...No."

"Really not? Since we've met here, it's best to talk openly."

"Really not. We haven't even spoken much. How could you have offended me?"

"Is that so? Then your words are contradictory."

"How are they contradictory?"

"Since I haven't offended you, then we have no grudge. But as far as I know, from the beginning of my relationship with Xue, you've been vehemently opposed, right up until today." I didn't want to beat around the bush, so I got straight to the point.

"...Yes, I did oppose your relationship, but that was just my personal advice to my good friend. I was just expressing my opinion, and she didn't listen, did she?"

"Why are you doing this? If you said it before our marriage, it would be understandable. But you've continued to advise her after the marriage. If you say I haven't offended you, then I don't understand." I was barely suppressing my anger; her self-righteous tone and reasons were extremely offensive.

"That's just how I am. I'm willing to express my opinions directly."

"Don't you think what you're doing is immoral?" I felt I had been very polite.

"What's immoral about it? I don't think so."

"Why are you so opposed to us being together?"

"No reason, I just object. Xue is my good friend, and I want her to be happier."

"She's unhappy being with me? How can you be so sure?" My voice unconsciously rose.

"Do you think she's doing well?"

"How is she unhappy?" To be honest, I hadn't really thought about this. I've always been very obedient to my wife; she makes all the decisions, big and small, at home. I haven't seen any complaints from her.

"Do you really want to hear it?" She actually smiled and asked me.

"Go ahead." I felt a little nervous after hearing her say that.

"...Well, since you've said that and know about this, I'll say it. Do you think you understand your wife?" She was silent for a moment, then calmly said,

"...Of course." Her question really surprised me. What did she mean? Do I understand her? We've been married for so many years, how could I not understand her? But her question made me a little confused. I didn't even know what kind of answer I was giving. "

Are you really sure you understand her?" She even smiled slightly.

"Just say what you want to say." I was caught off guard by her question and didn't know how to answer.

"To be honest, I really don't like you. I've felt that way since the first time we met. I think Xue is being treated unfairly by marrying you. Actually, you might have some misunderstandings about me. If everything was fine with her, why would I advise her to leave you?"

Her words were completely unexpected. Had my wife always been dissatisfied with me? I really didn't know what I had done wrong, but I was also very angry. We were married, and what did our life together have to do with you, Mo Xiaoyan?

"Fine, I won't say much more. In short, I advise you two to get a divorce. It's not good for either of you."

"...What good would a divorce do for you?"

"No good for me, but do you think you can still maintain the marriage?" She said calmly.

"...You deserve some credit for this." I hated her tone and couldn't accept her bluntness, so I didn't respond. Instead, I directly accused her,

"This isn't my fault. You should look at yourself first!" She seemed a little agitated after hearing what I said.

"What did I do?" "I don't want to admit what she said, and nobody would want to admit it either.

" "Ha, you can't even handle your own wife, what else are you talking about?"

Her words hit me like a blow to the head, both painful and dazed. I felt lightheaded. I knew her way of speaking, and I was afraid to talk about this, but it was unavoidable. Men have pride, and nobody wants others to say they have problems in that area, especially when Mo Xiaoyan's words were so direct and harsh.

"What the hell do you mean!" I felt she was deliberately humiliating me, and I blurted out that curse, raising my voice considerably. I never curse women, but today it really went too far.

She paused for a moment after I finished speaking, but immediately said, "Watch your mouth. What makes you so capable of cursing me if you can't even handle yourself!" "

You were the one who started talking nonsense, and now you're blaming me for cursing you?" I had indeed lost my temper.

"I'm just stating the facts. If you don't like what I'm saying, then don't talk to me." She also raised her voice.

I lit a cigarette, calmed myself down, and then tried to speak as calmly as possible. "...What do you mean by what you said?" "

...I didn't mean to insult you or embarrass you, I just wanted you to understand that it's better to let go."

"I don't understand,"

she said, head bowed, silent for a long while before raising her head. "Don't blame me for saying something harsh. Since you've figured it out, I'll tell you. It might be good for both of you, and knowing will save you from worrying about it."

"...Go ahead," I said, as if I'd made a huge decision. Although I knew hearing it would hurt even more, I still wanted to hear.

"Li Zhongkai, sometimes you're too simplistic, at least when it comes to women. You really don't understand her."

"Can you be more specific?"

"You think that marrying Xue is the end of the world, but you're wrong. Marrying a beautiful woman doesn't guarantee she'll always be yours. You don't know how to use this scarce resource in society. She's a waste in your hands, which is why I feel it's unfair to her. I think she's living a very stifled life."

"I don't understand. How is she a waste in my hands?" I genuinely didn't understand.

"I didn't mean to provoke you by saying you can't handle your wife. Do you think your married life is fulfilling?"

She brought this up again, and I'm actually quite averse to discussing this topic. Our sex life has always been rather uneventful, but it's not abnormal either. I even feel like she doesn't care about it, because I'm always the one who initiates it, and sometimes she even refuses, but I haven't felt there's anything wrong with the quality. Besides, I think she's a bit too traditional and doesn't like to talk about these things too much. But since Mo Xiaoyan said that, she must have her reasons. Does that mean my feelings have always been wrong? " It's not what I thought.

'She cheated on me because of this?' I countered. 'Not entirely, there are many reasons.'

'Tell me.

' 'Don't you feel your life has lost its passion? Life is becoming increasingly mundane. You know, she wasn't entirely willing to be with you in the first place. Maybe she was moved by your persistence and kindness, but feelings don't last forever. Over time, they fade. And have you been increasingly neglecting her feelings?'

I hadn't really thought about what she was saying. I only knew I loved her very much, ever since we got married, so I always listened to her in everything at home. As for neglecting her feelings, maybe it's because of my work; I'm very busy every day and can't be with her all the time. But I never imagined she would cheat on me. In my eyes, she's always been that cold beauty who disdains all men, sometimes even towards me."

I have complete faith in her character. I've observed her behavior closely; I've never seen her comment on which male celebrity is handsome or what kind of man she is. She even tells me about any male teachers at her workplace who show her any interest. For so many years, I've truly trusted her. I've always believed that since she married me, she's devoted to me wholeheartedly, and she herself has said so. I don't believe she has any moral issues. However,

I think there must be external factors involved, which is why I came to see Mo Xiaoyan today. I've always had doubts about her character, and I subjectively believe she played a significant role in that.

"...You did this just because of these things? Do you know why I came to see you today?"

I was furious just thinking about it.

"What do you mean? What do you want with me?"

"I didn't just ask about Xue." I knew there was anger in my eyes.

"Then why? Are you here to interrogate me?" She said with some disdain,

"If it weren't for you stirring things up, she wouldn't have done this. She's not that kind of person!" I didn't know if I was defending her or making an excuse. Maybe because I love my wife, I directly transferred my resentment to Mo Xiaoyan.

"Ha! Li Zhongkai, you really are blaming me for everything! Since you say that, let me tell you, it has nothing to do with me! She's not that kind of person? It seems you really don't understand what kind of person your wife is!"

"What do you mean?" I sensed a deeper meaning in her words.

"Since you put it that way, I won't hold back, lest you try to pin all the blame on me." She was clearly angry, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"Go ahead and tell me." I wondered what else she was holding back from telling me. "Do you think your wife is a saint? That she's spotless? Don't you think, if she really were like that, even if I said something, would she listen? Flies don't land on eggs without cracks! Although she's my best friend, I'm just telling you the truth."

After hearing her analogy, I suddenly felt a little nervous, even having a vague feeling that she was about to say something. I didn't say anything, just smoked my cigarette and continued listening. Sure enough, what she said next made me hear about a wife I didn't recognize. I couldn't believe she could be like that. After all these years of marriage, did I really not understand her at all? If that's really the case, is it because she's pretending, or is it my fault for not investigating properly...?

It happened last year when my wife had just started her winter break. Mo Xiaoyan's company held its annual meeting at a resort in Miyun. The company allowed middle-level managers and above to bring two family members or friends. She didn't have a boyfriend at the time, and being a middle-level manager, she asked my wife to go with her. My wife didn't have much to do then, so she took our daughter with her. I knew about this, and actually, I didn't want her to go, but there was nothing I could do.

Annual meetings are pretty much the same: eating, drinking, and having fun. The daytime was free time, and my wife and Mo Xiaoyan took my daughter to some amusement park rides. Then, at 6 pm, we attended the company's dinner. There were many people there, and my wife didn't know most of them, so she just ate and drank. But suddenly, someone caught Mo Xiaoyan's attention. This man wasn't from her company; he was the husband of a female colleague, probably in his early thirties, tall, with handsome features and a charming demeanor. He was supposedly a successful man, and she had heard of him before, but this was the first time she had met him.

In the afternoon, the couple ran into Mo Xiaoyan and my wife outside. Mo Xiaoyan chatted briefly with her colleague, while the man and my wife stood to the side waiting. The man smiled and nodded at my wife, who returned the gesture, indicating a brief encounter.

At the dinner party, he was at the same table as my wife and her colleagues. This man was articulate, generous, and well-mannered. Mo Xiaoyan, being a keen observer of men, noticed that his gaze frequently swept towards my wife, which she didn't find surprising.

My wife's looks and attire are enough to attract attention. She wears a gray wool mini-skirt, brown boots, a white short down jacket, and a pink tight-fitting sweater underneath. The highlight of her outfit is her beautiful legs, tightly encased in black stockings, between the boots and the skirt. Because her legs are so long, the skirt even seems a bit too short. With every step she takes, the top of her stockings seems to peek out. But just as that glimpse of skin is about to be revealed, the hem of her skirt will inappropriately fall down to cover it, leaving those who see her disappointed. Their gazes become even more focused, hoping for a slightly larger movement. Every man who sees her probably hopes that a breeze will sweep by at that moment, so that he can at least feast his eyes. Because of the cool weather, the pantyhose were a bit thick, but they felt soft and comfortable. When her beautiful legs bent slightly, the skin around her knees would be slightly visible due to the tighter pantyhose. Although many men were lusting after her, they had to hold back because of her cold and dignified temperament...

But at this moment, Mo Xiaoyan suddenly noticed something unexpected. While observing the man's eyes, she also took the opportunity to glance at my wife. To her surprise... my wife did not have the indifferent expression she was used to seeing. Instead, she was also secretly glancing at the man. This surprised her somewhat, but upon reflection, she realized the man was indeed handsome, the kind of man who would attract women. Although he was dressed in black casual wear, it still accentuated his strong physique—broad shoulders, a thick back, and a flat stomach, without an ounce of excess fat. He clearly enjoyed sports. He had regular features, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and dark skin, and every movement he made exuded power. Coupled with his magnetic voice, he radiated masculinity. He was a sexy man, and she thought it was perfectly normal for her wife to look at him.

But after a while, she felt something was off. The man kept glancing at her, and her wife would pretend to look at him unintentionally. Sometimes their eyes would meet unconsciously, and her wife would look away shyly, but after a while, she couldn't help but steal another glance.

This was a major discovery for Mo Xiaoyan. They'd been friends for so many years and she'd never seen her like this before. She didn't think much of it, just found it incredibly interesting, so she began to observe her closely. The room was quite warm, so my wife took off her down jacket. Her pink sweater was tight-fitting, and her round, firm breasts protruded forward. The fabric below her breasts was stretched into slight wrinkles. Her slender waist contrasted sharply with her firm breasts, creating a perfect silhouette. The sweater itself wasn't particularly special, but the most striking feature on her was the curve of her breasts pushing them up. No matter how she moved, her breasts remained proudly firm, drawing glances from every man who saw them.

Mo Xiaoyan even felt that my wife's breasts were intentionally welcoming the man's gaze, or perhaps attracted by the strong masculine aura he exuded, unconsciously drawing all the blood to them, wanting to fully display themselves before that aura. Looking at my wife's occasional shy expressions, she suddenly imagined that my wife's nipples must be incredibly hard and erect at that moment. Without the bra, her nipples would undoubtedly be subtly protruding at the apex of that cone-shaped shape surrounded by the pink sweater, then shamelessly growing larger, making their owner extremely embarrassed in front of others.

She found it both surprising and amusing. Later, my wife realized she had noticed, seemed startled, and her face immediately turned bright red, while Mo Xiaoyan pretended not to know and said nothing. When their company's leader came to offer a toast, he deliberately chatted with the man, like a familiar friend.

Near the end of dinner, the man stood up and handed out his business card to everyone at the table, saying things like, "We're all friends now that we've met today, please take care of me in the future," and other polite remarks. My wife seemed a little nervous when she took his business card; her speech was faster than usual after she stood up. The man remained impeccably polite, smiling as he shook her hand and then refilled her glass. My wife hadn't wanted to drink that day, but she drank it anyway. Mo Xiaoyan knew this man; he was indeed a prominent figure, the vice president of a large state-owned enterprise…

Everything should have gone smoothly, but after the banquet, there was a dance party in the second-floor ballroom. Mo Xiaoyan dragged my wife along, and she didn't object much and went too. The ballroom was softly lit, with elegant music, and several couples were already dancing in the atmosphere. My wife and her friends found a corner to sit in. Mo Xiaoyan ordered two whiskeys for himself and his wife, and a juice for his daughter. The three of them sat there watching others dance.

After a while, a man walked up to Mo Xiaoyan and extended his hand. Mo Xiaoyan got up and went with the man to the center of the dance floor, leaving my wife and daughter behind.

“Mommy, uncles and aunties all like to dance,” the daughter said to her wife.

“Yes, don’t you like to dance too?”

“I dance differently from them!” the daughter said.

“Yes, adults and children dance differently.”

“Mommy, why don’t you dance?” the daughter asked innocently.

“Nobody dances with Mommy,” the wife said with a smile.

“Let Daddy dance with you.”

“…Daddy’s not here!” the wife patted her daughter’s head.

At this moment, the daughter noticed a few children of similar age playing something in a corner at the far end, and she insisted on going over. The wife saw that there was nothing else to do

, so she let her go. Now, the wife was alone. She stared blankly at the growing number of people on the dance floor, lost in thought. Just then, a tall figure walked up to her.

“Beautiful lady, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”

This man was the one who had attracted the wife at the banquet earlier. Mo Xiaoyan had noticed him as he walked towards her. She smiled and watched, but didn’t come over. She was afraid that her wife would be embarrassed if she saw her. She wanted to see if this “cold beauty” was as she had imagined today. Actually, the man had arrived earlier and was sitting on the other side with his wife. His wife had just gone out with some close colleagues, and that's when he came over.

"...Excuse me, Mr. Luo, I'm not very good at dancing," his wife said, feeling her face flush for some reason.

"It's alright, I'm not good at dancing either, we can learn from each other," the man said with a smile.

"Never mind, I really'm not very good at dancing," his wife said, lowering her head. In fact, she was lying. Her dancing skills weren't exceptional, but they were at least presentable. She often participated in dances in college, but back then she always had female partners. She had danced with men less than three times, and only in the past had she had to partner with male partners for competitions.

"We just had dinner at the same table, so we've gotten to know each other. Let's just be friends, nothing more. I don't think you're someone who doesn't know how to dance, so don't be too modest,"

his wife smiled slightly. It would be impolite not to accept such an invitation, and she vaguely knew that she had some special feelings for this man. If it were anyone else, she would have already coldly refused, but from the moment she saw this man approaching her, she felt incredibly nervous and excited.

The two slowly walked to the center of the dance floor, dancing gracefully to the crowd and the melodious saxophone music. The man's dancing skills were exceptional, and his wife could easily keep up with his steps; their first collaboration showed remarkable chemistry.

Mo Xiaoyan then walked to a corner of the dance floor, standing behind the crowd and watching her wife. She felt that things were indeed as she had imagined. Actually, she didn't have any other thoughts, only that she might take the opportunity to ridicule her wife.

But after watching for a while, she felt increasingly uneasy. Her wife's skirt fluttered, her dance was light and graceful, and the two seemed to be getting closer and closer as they danced. The man's left hand, which had initially been placed simply on her waist, gradually moved inwards, and now it was almost completely around her waist. She showed no sign of displeasure, and the man seemed to be consciously using his body to touch her breasts, enjoying the feeling of her soft breasts rubbing against his body, while her wife still showed no aversion.

She felt awkward watching my wife's breasts rubbing against that man. Having been in the dating scene for years, she was far more experienced than my wife. In fact, she could tell at the dinner table that the man was a typical hypocrite, a seasoned womanizer. My wife's figure and looks could easily make most men lose control of their penises. She didn't need to look to know that the man's penis was already erect, but given the occasion, he couldn't go any further.

My wife didn't seem to mind at all; on the contrary, she let the man get close to her, and the two even whispered to each other. My wife occasionally showed a shy expression. She didn't know what to do—whether to allow her friend this occasional indulgence or to stop the impropriety that was about to happen. Just as she was hesitating whether to intervene, my daughter suddenly appeared in the crowd. She grabbed her mother and said something, and then my wife separated from the man, took my daughter's hand, and ran off the stage. Mo Xiaoyan followed.

It turned out that their daughter had heard about a children's play area upstairs and wanted her wife to take her there. Mo Xiaoyan noticed her wife's flushed face, clearly still shaken from what had just happened.

"Oh dear, thank goodness my daughter asked me; I was just wondering how to get away," she said, surprised that her wife had brought it up first.

"Really? You seemed to be having a lot of fun," Mo Xiaoyan chuckled.

"Not at all, I was just feeling awkward, but I didn't know how to refuse!" her wife retorted.

"Well, at least we got away," Mo Xiaoyan said,

and the two of them stood outside watching their daughter play in the children's area, temporarily avoiding the topic. After a while, seeing that it was getting late, her wife decided to take their daughter back to rest. Since the company's annual meeting was being held overnight, rooms had been assigned; the three of them would share a room, but Mo Xiaoyan had specifically requested a room with three beds.

On the way back, they unexpectedly ran into that man again. He was alone, seemingly heading somewhere. For some reason, Mo Xiaoyan felt a strange dislike for him, finding him rather sleazy. Although she had always hoped her wife could be as unrestrained as she was, even to the point of breaking up their current family, she didn't want to marry a man like that. Such men were only seeking thrills and purely looking to take advantage.

"Are you going back?" the man asked with a smile

. "Yes, the child is tired and needs to rest," Mo Xiaoyan deliberately interrupted, not wanting her wife to speak.

"Would you like me to treat you to some late-night snacks?" he asked, still with that same expression.

"No, thank you," Mo Xiaoyan said somewhat coldly.

The man's gaze was fixed on my wife, clearly indicating he wanted to hear her opinion.

"Next time, the child is indeed sleepy," my wife also politely declined.

"Okay, maybe next time. Goodnight!" The man said, turning and walking in another direction.

The three returned to their room. After the wife finished helping their daughter wash up, she let her daughter go to sleep first. The two women chatted on their respective beds, but she clearly noticed that her wife seemed distracted, as if she had something on her mind. She couldn't be sure if her wife was influenced by that man, but it was definitely not normal. She wanted to talk to her wife about it, but she was afraid that if her wife didn't admit it, she would make things awkward, so she didn't bring it up.

"Are you tired? If you're tired, go wash up and let's rest," Mo Xiaoyan said .

"Okay, I'll go wash up, I am indeed a little tired!" her wife replied.

She stood up and took off all her clothes from the outside in, then took the bathrobe she had brought from home and walked towards the bathroom. Mo Xiaoyan watched her and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Her good friend was such a waste of such a good figure. She was indeed beautiful and could have had a better life, but she married such an ordinary man.

She couldn't help but think of that man again. She didn't dare to say for sure what was wrong with her wife, but she rarely saw her like this. Just then, she inadvertently glanced at the clothes her wife had taken off on the bed and couldn't help but think of a way to verify it. It's hard to understand her own mentality.

She quietly walked over and picked up the pantyhose her wife had just taken off. Since she had gone into the bathroom wearing only underwear, this was her most intimate undergarment. Finding the crotch area, she could see with her eyes, without even touching it, that the crotch area, unlike the other materials of the pantyhose, was clearly soaked with a somewhat sticky liquid. She recognized that liquid, as her body also secreted it. This liquid had only one purpose…

Seeing this, she smiled knowingly, understanding everything perfectly well. She could even guess when her wife had gotten wet. It was entirely that man's doing. If he knew, he would be extremely proud; a ballroom dance had almost made this cold beauty lose control.

Her wife quickly finished showering, and she didn't mention the incident. Although they were good friends, it was still embarrassing for her to have her genitals wet without any physical contact from another man. Since nothing had happened, she decided not to bring it up. She could tease her about it later.

After Mo Xiaoyan finished showering, her wife was lying in bed watching TV, but it was clear she wasn't really paying attention. They chatted casually for a while before turning off the lights and going to sleep.

The hotel was nice; because it was located in the mountains, it was very quiet at night. Mo Xiaoyan had been quite tired that day, and she felt she fell asleep shortly after the lights were turned off. But she was awakened by a slight noise. She had always suffered from mild neurasthenia and was a light sleeper.

She didn't move, but judging from the direction of the sound, it came from her wife's direction. She slightly opened her eyes, gradually adjusting to the darkness. With the faint light from the streetlights filtering through the curtains, she could see fairly clearly.

The sound definitely came from her. My wife was lying on her back on the bed, her body straight. He could clearly see that my wife's right hand was under the covers, reaching towards her lower body. She was clearly afraid of waking Mo Xiaoyan and their daughter, so she deliberately slowed her movements, gently lifting her body every now and then. Although she tried her best to control it, he could still hear the "hmm, hmm" moans that came with each lift. Mo Xiaoyan didn't move, still watching her. She seemed to be in the mood, completely unaware. After a while, she actually rolled over, knelt on the bed, and then raised her buttocks high. Her right hand reached directly from under her body towards her vagina, and continued to move her fingers.

She pulled her pajama bottoms down below her knees, her high-raised buttocks almost dazzling in the darkness. She just lay there, constantly moving around. Mo Xiaoyan was both amused and exasperated. He really hadn't expected his good friend to have this side to her. She had done this before, but very rarely, because she never lacked boyfriends.

His wife looked like she was in a lot of pain. Seeing her like that almost made him burst out laughing, but he couldn't bear it any longer and softly asked,

"Do you need me to help you?"

His voice was soft, but it was incredibly clear in the quiet night. His wife, clearly taken aback, paused for a moment, then quickly rolled over and pulled the blanket over herself.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" she blurted out in a panic.

"You woke me up!" Mo Xiaoyan said this deliberately, with a hint of joking.

"..." His wife didn't know what to say. Although it was dark, he could imagine her face was flushed.

They remained silent for a while, then Mo Xiaoyan spoke first,

"Just one man, is it really that big of a deal?!"

"...What man did you say?" His wife was still a little flustered.

"We're sisters, why are you pretending? You've been pretending for so many years, I really didn't realize you were just a mortal after all, haha." Mo Xiaoyan obviously didn't want to embarrass his wife too much.

"...Am I really that pathetic?" His wife was silent for a while before saying this.

"No, it's normal, it's just that I think you shouldn't act like you've never seen a man before, especially with just one man like this!" Mo Xiaoyan's sarcasm was just to lighten the atmosphere.

"I don't know what's wrong, I just feel really uncomfortable! I can't sleep." His wife's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"How do

you feel uncomfortable?" Mo Xiaoyan pressed. "Don't play dumb!" His wife said.

"Really, tell me, it won't feel uncomfortable if you say it!" Mo Xiaoyan was more serious this time.

"I can't really explain it, it just feels really awkward, like there's gas stuck inside."

"When did you start feeling this way?"

"It was during dinner, I don't know why."

"What type do you like?"

"I don't know either!" His wife clearly admitted to Mo Xiaoyan's guess.

"Forget it, don't be like this. That man is no good. If he were, I would have found a way to make things right for you long ago!"

"...What do you mean!"

"He's not a good person. I'm afraid you'll be played by him, and you'll be the one who suffers!" Mo Xiaoyan said.

"..." His wife fell silent.

"What's wrong? Say something!"

"Nothing, nothing!"

"I said before that I hoped you would leave Li Zhongkai. With your qualifications, you could live a much better life!"

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Don't tell anyone about this!"

The two were silent for a while. Mo Xiaoyan felt that his wife was still not sleepy at all. "If you're really upset, I'll help you find him."

"Why!?"

"To have him keep you company!"

"Go to hell! No way!" His wife's mood had returned to normal at this point.

"Then how about I help you so you won't feel so bad?!"

"You're annoying. I'm ignoring you. I'm going to sleep!"

"Don't pay attention to him anymore. I'm not trying to hurt you!"

"Be careful not to disturb me, you're disturbing others' rest..." After saying this, Mo Xiaoyan and her husband chatted about some trivial things before going to sleep.

The next morning, according to the itinerary, they were supposed to have free time after breakfast, but her daughter was startled by something. Mo Xiaoyan was afraid that staying any longer would cause real trouble, so she wanted to take her wife and leave the resort early... 03-14

Chapter Eight

Mo Xiaoyan woke up very early. As mentioned before, she suffered from neurasthenia and had poor sleep quality; she had slept even less than usual last night. She hadn't initially taken her wife's actions too seriously, but her wife's behavior during the night surprised her. Was it because she didn't understand her longtime friend well enough, or had her wife been influenced by her and changed on her own initiative?

Lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, she finally got up, dressed, and quietly left the room. She wanted to go for a walk alone and breathe some fresh air. It was the dead of winter, and the temperature in the mountains was even lower than outside. Fortunately, the weather was nice today, with no wind at all. The sky was already beginning to lighten, and there was no one else around. She always loved the feeling of breathing fresh air in the early morning; the air here was even better. After walking for a while, she felt refreshed. However, her mind kept wandering to her wife.

During their usual conversations, Mo Xiaoyan often told her wife about things that happened between her and her boyfriend, even some details. Sometimes her wife would get shy listening and have to interrupt her, but Mo Xiaoyan didn't seem to care, even feeling a bit boastful. After finishing her story, she would pester my wife to talk about me. When she couldn't resist the nagging, she would casually mention it. Mo Xiaoyan would always say that my wife and I lacked passion, that our relationship was too bland, and that she was wasting her natural advantages.

She had reflected on whether she was breaking up someone else's family, but it was just a fleeting thought. Because my wife never objected to her comments, it was more like a helpless sigh, so she didn't think she was wrong. If my wife firmly disagreed, she wouldn't endlessly try to instill her ideas. Sometimes she even felt that this friend enjoyed listening to her stories, which further convinced her that my wife and she were the same type of person, both normal women…

As for that man, objectively speaking, he was indeed quite good. His appearance, temperament, and career were all things most women wouldn't overlook. She already knew… This man's wife is a level above her at the company, and they have a decent relationship. She's good-looking, has a good temperament, and is very capable. They seem like a well-matched couple. However, this colleague rarely talks about her husband, whether it's intentional modesty or something else. She only mentions him briefly when asked. Mo Xiaoyan doesn't care much about this, but everyone praises her husband for both his looks and career. However,

she doesn't like this type of man. At first glance, she thinks he's fake, hypocritical, and seems to find pleasure in conquering women. But she never expected her wife to fall for it so easily. This is what she doesn't understand the most—why is her wife interested in this man? It seems everyone has different tastes. Perhaps this man is just her type.

She really hopes her wife can be more independent and not always be confined by this so-called family. She can't bear to see her wife live such a mundane life forever. But she didn't want it to be this man, because based on her experience, she could tell he was exceptionally smooth-talking, adept at handling emotions, and had a history of womanizing. She firmly believed her subjective judgment was correct.

Although my wife is beautiful, she certainly isn't a stunning beauty, and objectively speaking, her looks aren't uncommon in this big city. This man, on the other hand, has undoubtedly been with countless women, and there must be many more than my wife. Yesterday, his advances towards my wife were nothing more than a desire for pleasure, a way to satisfy his conquering desires, and an opportunity to take advantage of her. This kind of man can easily be cold and ruthless,

but my wife is clearly different. With her limited experience, she simply cannot handle the emotional damage that comes after a moment of pleasure with such a man. She has never had such an experience before, and it's impossible for her to be heartless the first time. She would inevitably end up battered and bruised. That's why she objected; it's not worth being hurt by this kind of man. Don't be fooled by her cold exterior; she's relatively simple-minded inside, and sometimes quite stubborn. Once she gets deeply involved, the consequences are unpredictable…

She also felt some self-blame, blaming herself for not stopping it in time and for underestimating her friend's ability to control her desires. She hadn't expected this ice queen to warm up so easily. It happened so quickly. Although there haven't been any bad consequences yet, judging from my wife's face as she lay on the bed with her buttocks raised high and her expression of unbearable pain, she wouldn't have acted so shamefully without considering the fact that her daughter and friend were alone in the same room. Thinking of her damp crotch in her pantyhose, I wondered if it was too late to stop her. Actually, she later realized that she had underestimated my wife; what she had seen before was probably just the tip of the iceberg. Once a woman goes crazy, it's hard to stop her...

Before she knew it, it was already bright outside. She saw some people out for their morning exercise and even ran into two colleagues. She felt a little sleepy. Seeing that it was almost breakfast time, she thought about calling my wife to have breakfast and then come back for a nap. With that thought, she turned and walked towards her room.

The hallway was still quiet. This floor was full of her colleagues, and most of them wouldn't get up this early. After a busy year, they rarely had a chance to relax, so everyone chose to sleep in. She gently opened the door and went in. She saw my wife sitting on the edge of the bed, staring thoughtfully in one direction.

It turned out my wife knew she'd gone out, but because she wasn't fully awake and was still half asleep, she didn't say anything. But she couldn't sleep either. Lying in bed, she didn't want to recall yesterday's events, but her mind just wouldn't cooperate. Actually, there was a reason she did that last night. She doesn't usually masturbate; it's extremely rare for her. I never knew this in all these years of marriage. I never expected someone like her to do this.

Last night, she seemed to have just fallen asleep when she dreamed of that man. It was a scene of dancing at night. The man held her tightly in his arms, and she felt he was deliberately rubbing against her breasts. For some reason, she didn't want to refuse. But then the scene changed. After dancing for a while, the man started to undress her, not quickly and roughly, but slowly, rhythmically, piece by piece, to the music. She was completely absorbed in this state, offering no resistance, even cooperating, letting the man slowly unbutton her clothes. She was stripped naked in public, but she didn't feel ashamed at all. On the contrary… She felt incredibly happy to be seen naked in his arms by everyone. The people around them seemed oblivious, continuing their dance. The man held her even tighter, and she didn't know when he had taken off his clothes. They remained naked, pressed tightly together. She felt his skin was warm and smooth, incredibly comfortable. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, deformed by his embrace, but her nipples stubbornly stood erect. With each movement, her nipples would rub against his skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She could feel his penis, already erect, occasionally brushing against her smooth abdomen with each dance step. She felt his penis was incredibly hard, as if nothing could break it. A sensitive nerve had somehow grown between her lower abdomen and vagina. Every time his penis touched her lower abdomen, this nerve would transmit the sensation, passing through her uterus and reaching her vagina. Each time, her vagina would slightly part, as if it couldn't withstand such intense stimulation and had to share the burden with her lower body. So, a liquid flowed out from there, slowly running down her inner thighs to her ankles. She felt an unbearable itch throughout her lower body and instinctively squeezed her legs together, trying to stop the attack from her vagina. But this was obviously futile; the liquid kept flowing towards the exit.

She thought that man was so annoying. His penis was just hovering at that exit, not only refusing to come in and help her relieve this unbearable pain, but also constantly fueling it. She cast a pleading look at the man, but he just smiled at her affectionately, seemingly not understanding her intentions.

She truly hated this man at that moment, but she couldn't bear the torment any longer. She had no choice but to swallow her pride and reach for his penis. But for some reason, she couldn't grasp this lifeline. As the fluid drained away, her body protested fiercely. She felt her consciousness begin to blur. She wanted to tell the man directly, but no words came out. The only sound she could make was a moan, "Oh...oh...!"

She didn't know if she was awakened by the dream or by her body's reaction. In any case, when she woke up, she found that her body felt almost exactly the same as in the dream. Involuntarily, she reached for her vagina, which was already overflowing with fluid. The scene from the dream was vividly before her eyes. She had rarely experienced such intense desire. Instead of pulling her hand out, she inserted her index finger into the source of the flood.

She could feel her breathing becoming increasingly difficult, and her vision gradually blurring. Unconsciously, she gently placed her left hand on her chest. The moment her index finger lightly touched her nipple, the sensitive nerves there were immediately awakened, sending a tingling sensation straight through her vagina. She felt a jolt of pleasure throughout her body, like being electrocuted, followed by a convulsion. This pleasurable sensation made her involuntarily let out a soft moan. Her vagina was wide open, and she tried to push her fingers inside, but she felt her fingers were too thin and short; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch that most sensitive nerve.

At first, she was still hesitant, afraid of being discovered by Mo Xiaoyan, but feeling like she was only scratching the surface, she unconsciously increased the pressure.

So she rolled over and lay face down on the bed, her buttocks sticking up high. She reached under her body and forcefully dug her right hand into her vagina. With the slope of her raised buttocks, her fingers seemed to be closer to the spot. As she kept recalling that scene, she repeatedly rubbed the walls of her vagina with her index finger. This stimulation did relieve the desire. She felt an electric current spreading throughout her body from where her fingers touched, and her throat groaned as if by conditioned reflex, as if this would increase her pleasure.

The embarrassment of being exposed by her friend temporarily relieved her desire, and she then drifted off to sleep. However, she was a light sleeper, and Mo Xiaoyan's movements woke her up. After he left, her wife couldn't fall asleep either. The room was unusually quiet at this moment. She felt that this time was really strange. Why did she have such a good feeling for this man? She couldn't help but keep thinking about him, and the dream from last night was annoyingly resurfacing in her mind...

At this moment, she was so focused that she didn't even notice when Mo Xiaoyan opened the door and came in. Seeing her friend like this, Mo Xiaoyan couldn't help but sigh. She and her wife talked about everything. Seeing her current state, she felt it was necessary to talk to her because she didn't want her best friend to suffer this unnecessary harm. If her friend had the same experiences and personality as her, she wouldn't stop her, but that wasn't the case. Her friend was clearly showing signs of developing feelings.

"You'd better not think about it anymore, that guy won't do!" Mo Xiaoyan said bluntly.

"...No more," his wife said shyly in a low voice.

"Sigh, I didn't expect you to like this kind of man?" Of course, Mo Xiaoyan didn't believe her and expressed his own opinion.

"Not really," his wife said.

"You still won't admit it? Look at you, so distracted since last night!"

"I...I don't know what happened!" his wife said softly.

They were silent for a moment.

"I have a question. Didn't you always hope I..." his wife asked first, but before she finished, she knew her friend understood.

"I did hope, but you can't just do anything. This man isn't right, at least not for you," Mo Xiaoyan said firmly.

"What's wrong with him?" his wife continued.

"Of course, that man looks like a seasoned player. You'll be played by him badly," Mo Xiaoyan stated directly.

"...I understand. Don't worry, even if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have done it," his wife seemed to suddenly understand, her tone becoming more relaxed.

"Really? I don't think so. Otherwise, you wouldn't have..." Mo Xiaoyan was much more experienced than her; his wife couldn't hide anything from her.

"...I don't know either. Maybe it was just a momentary impulse. It's all fine now that it's been a night." "My wife said somewhat embarrassedly, 'It's understandable. Even the closest friends would feel embarrassed if they found out about this.

' We're best friends. I won't hurt you, but if you're really sure, I can help you, but I'm really afraid you'll get hurt. It's not worth it.' Mo Xiaoyan said seriously.

'...No need, really, don't overthink it. I'll ignore him, okay?' My wife hesitated for a moment and said,

'I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve. Do you want me to give you a tool?' Mo Xiaoyan felt a little relieved after hearing her say that. Feeling the atmosphere was heavy, she deliberately lightened the subject.

'You're annoying. I'm not talking to you anymore!' My wife stood up with a red face and went straight to the bathroom. Behind her was Mo Xiaoyan's mischievous laughter.

Not long after, her daughter woke up. The company had arranged for her to go to Miyun city for some free time in the morning, and to have dinner and watch a show in the evening. It was a performance troupe that the company had paid for themselves." They decided to have breakfast first, then go to the city

to wash up. Afterwards, she put all the clothes she wore yesterday into her suitcase. Mo Xiaoyan saw my wife take out the pair of pantyhose from yesterday and stuff them into her bag. Remembering the wet stains on the pantyhose last night, she felt a little awkward. She took out another pair of almost identical ones from her bag and

put them on. Then she stood in front of the vanity mirror. Because my wife was only wearing underwear, her figure was on full display. Mo Xiaoyan deliberately looked her up and down and couldn't help but admire her impeccable figure. She combed her hair, did some simple makeup, and then picked up a black skirt. Just as she put it on, Mo Xiaoyan came over and said

, "Could you change your clothes?"

"Why?" His wife seemed a little confused.

"Don't dress so sexily, keep it low-key to avoid trouble," Mo Xiaoyan said softly.

"This is sexy?" His wife didn't quite understand.

"You only brought skirts? Don't you have any pants?" Mo Xiaoyan didn't answer her, but asked instead.

"Yes, I brought a pair of pants," his wife said, taking a pair of jeans out of the suitcase.

"Just listen to me, wear these pants, don't wear skirts anymore. You should understand what I mean, keep it low-key," Mo Xiaoyan said seriously.

"...Okay," his wife seemed to understand what Mo Xiaoyan meant, and took off her skirt... Then she put on those jeans

—dark-colored skinny jeans that fit her perfectly. Paired with her brown boots, they still made her legs look long and straight, especially her hips, which were stretched taut and the seams were deeply embedded in her buttocks, making them appear perfectly round and full. They even looked like they were deliberately exaggeratedly high and perky. When she walked, her hips swayed slightly from side to side with the rhythm of her steps, as if to attract men's attention. In fact, that was her natural walking posture; she couldn't fake it. It was precisely because it was natural that it seemed all the more alluring. With a slight bend, a portion of her black pantyhose was revealed at the waistband, the black crotch line particularly eye-catching, its downward extension sparking endless imagination…

Mo Xiaoyan thought that she would look better in a skirt than jeans, but then decided against it; at least wearing pants showed she was willing to be discreet.

Breakfast was plentiful. My daughter is very lively and loves going out. She was probably the happiest person on this trip; her energy was at its peak after breakfast. On the way back, we happened to run into a colleague with her little girl, whom I had met yesterday… My daughters were playing together, so the two kids were running around as they played. It was a safe place, and the three adults were following behind.

Once the two kids started playing, they couldn't be stopped and began chasing each other. Seeing them running further and further away, my wife got a little worried and called for our daughters to come back, but they acted like they didn't hear us. So the three of us quickened our pace. Just as we were about to reach the hotel building, a park vehicle suddenly drove out from the intersection in front of our daughters. The two kids were still running around on their own, and the vehicle was driving quite fast. The driver was startled and swerved the steering wheel to avoid it, which terrified the three adults.

My wife rushed forward to try and stop them from running, but the two children, seeing her, ran even faster. Kids just want to have fun, regardless of danger. There was an intersection ahead; turning right would lead to the main entrance of the building. They were quite a distance away, not something she could catch in a few steps. The two children didn't turn and continued running. Afraid of another car, she quickened her pace. But just then, another person ran out of the intersection, also running at a considerable speed. The moment he turned, my wife was about to cross the intersection. It was a very small intersection with blind spots for both of them, and both were running quickly, so they didn't have time to dodge. My wife's footsteps were making noise, but the other person was wearing an earpiece, listening to music while exercising, and didn't hear her footsteps. The two collided head-on.

The man was very tall and strong; he was only startled by the collision, swaying slightly before stopping. But his wife was a different story. A frail woman being bumped by such a strong man while running—the impact was so loud that anyone could hear it. As seems to be a common trait among women, she let out a scream of shock and pain, falling heavily to the ground, almost with her feet off the ground.

It all happened in an instant, so neither of them had time to react. Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyan quickly went forward. Her daughter, who was ahead, also heard the scream, turned around, saw her mother lying on the ground, and hurried back. The man who bumped into her also hurried over. Mo Xiaoyan then looked up at the man and was shocked to see that it was the same man from last night. She had only one thought in her mind: what a small world!

The man also stepped forward apologetically, "I'm so sorry, are you alright?" He reached out to help her up.

Everyone thought everything would be fine, but unexpectedly, his wife suddenly became all coquettish and started crying on the ground, refusing to get up no matter who helped her. Their daughter had never seen her mother like this before and burst into tears as well.

Mo Xiaoyan thought his wife was being a bit over the top. How could someone her age be so delicate? A fall in winter would certainly hurt, but it didn't seem too serious. She didn't even seem to care, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

She lay on the ground for a full minute. Mo Xiaoyan knelt down and rubbed her injured leg, her wife crying in pain as she did so. Finally, Mo Xiaoyan and the man helped her up.

"Should we take her to the hospital for a checkup?" the man said.

"What do you think? Should we go to the hospital?" Mo Xiaoyan asked impatiently.

His wife shook her head, rubbed her right leg, and then limped a few steps. The man tried to help her again, but Mo Xiaoyan stopped her first and said to the man,

"It's okay, you can go back to your work."

She helped his wife walk towards the hotel, the man following behind. When they entered the room, his wife was mostly fine. Mo Xiaoyan turned back and said,

"It's alright now, you can go back."

"See how you are. If you're not feeling well, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup," the man said.

"I'm fine," his wife said softly.

"Then you should rest. Call me if anything happens." The man calmly finished speaking and turned to leave the room.

The daughter stood in front of her mother, still sobbing. The wife sat on the bed, gently rubbing her right leg; the pain seemed to haven't completely subsided. Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyan gently scolded her daughter, "Don't run around like that again. Look how much you hurt your mother."

The daughter nodded, still crying.

After what had just happened, Mo Xiaoyan had a bad feeling. How could it be such a coincidence that she bumped into him? She felt this place was dangerous; staying any longer would definitely lead to an accident. So she suddenly thought of taking the two of them away early to avoid unnecessary trouble, which involved not only her friend but also her colleague.

"How about we leave here and go somewhere else?" Mo Xiaoyan said to her wife.

"Why?" her wife asked curiously.

"...I'm afraid of causing trouble."

"What trouble?" His wife still didn't understand.

"You know what I mean, I don't want to see that person again," Mo Xiaoyan said seriously

. "...Really, it's nothing, but since you say so, then we'll do as you say." His wife didn't want to say more after hearing her bring it up again.

"Okay, let's pack up and I'll ask my boss for leave, then we'll leave," Mo Xiaoyan said.

"Okay ."

But just as they were packing, Mo Xiaoyan received a text message. The gist of it was that several managers from an important client company were coming at 6 PM, and all middle and senior management would be attending. She sighed helplessly.

"What's wrong?" his wife asked.

"The company wants me to have dinner with the client tonight. How about you and Jingjing go first?" Mo Xiaoyan said helplessly.

"...Then you go. I'll go with you. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"..." Mo Xiaoyan didn't speak. She wondered if she was being too sensitive. Her wife had said she wouldn't talk to him anymore, so there was no need for her to be so nervous. Besides, even if he left, what was bound to happen would still happen. So she agreed with her wife's suggestion. As planned, they would go to Miyun city later.

The company's bus was scheduled to leave at 10 o'clock, and since it was still early, the three of them watched TV in the room. After a while, Mo Xiaoyan suddenly received a call from the office manager, saying that several middle managers would be having a meeting in her room, so she went out.

Only her wife and daughter were left in the room. By this time, her leg was basically fine. Because the room was very hot, she felt uncomfortable wearing pants, so she took them off and lay on the bed wearing only pantyhose, idly scrolling through her phone, while her daughter watched TV beside her.

But as soon as she lay down, her mind raced uncontrollably. The accident hadn't made her dislike the man; on the contrary, her heart pounded wildly the moment she saw him. Even in so much pain, she hadn't forgotten to steal a few glances at him. He was wearing sportswear, exercising in the morning. Actually, although she had been knocked down, it wasn't too serious. Her crying on the ground seemed somewhat deliberate, an attempt to appear coquettish and attract his attention.

The room was comfortably warm, and the thought of him made her feel hot all over. She felt her pantyhose was particularly tight; with each slight movement of her leg, the silk material would gently rub against her inner thighs. The sensation was indescribable, a feeling that made her restless… Just then,

the doorbell rang. She knew it couldn't be Mo Xiaoyan; a meeting wouldn't start so quickly. She had a feeling it could be someone outside. These past two days, she had been restless because of him, extremely nervous whenever she saw him. She had never experienced anything like this before; she never imagined a man could attract her like this.

From the first dinner she had with him that night, she couldn't stop wanting to see him. Suddenly, she had the thought that he would hold her. She was startled by the thought and couldn't control it. She couldn't help but want to see him, and her body even reacted. Her breasts and vagina sent her strong signals at the same time. The signals from these two important organs inevitably made her confused and infatuated, and she especially longed to be touched. This was the first time she had ever seen a man who could make her think in that direction. She truly experienced the feeling of being aroused by mere sight. She hadn't believed it before, thinking that only lustful men would feel this way, and that women wouldn't. But this time, she had experienced it for herself…

In fact, most women have encountered this situation, especially those with sexual experience. Actually, it's the same for both men and women. Men might get aroused when they see a sexy and beautiful woman, and while women aren't as intensely aroused, they can still react when they encounter a man they find sexy, and their minds will uncontrollably wander to that direction. This has nothing to do with taste, status, or education. If you insist that it doesn't, then it might be like Ms. Tong Xue, who had never encountered this before, or perhaps she was simply detached from worldly concerns…

Getting back to the point, my wife heard the doorbell and quickly sat up. For a moment, her legs ached. If it were any other man, she would have been furious and utterly disgusted with him. Spoiled since childhood, she was very opinionated. But with this man, her attitude was completely different; she felt no aversion whatsoever.

She felt her body was unusually sensitive. With each step she took, the soft silk of her pantyhose rubbed against her inner thighs, sending a slightly itchy sensation straight to her vagina. Her whole body felt weak, yet she seemed to enjoy the feeling.

My wife quickly grabbed her pants, but paused, thought for a moment, then tossed them aside. She took the skirt she'd worn that morning from her suitcase, put on her boots, and hurried to the door.

Just before opening it, she hesitated, remembering Mo Xiaoyan's words that morning—her promise not to speak to him again. But the feeling inside her was uncontrollable; she trusted her intuition and opened the door. As expected, the man who entered her eyes made her heart race even faster the moment their eyes met.

He stood smiling before her, making her feel incredibly awkward, unsure where to look.

"Is your leg alright?" he asked, deliberately fixing his gaze on her legs. Embarrassed by his

gaze, she unconsciously pressed her legs together even tighter. Her left leg was slightly bent, revealing fine creases behind her knee. The soft silk of her pantyhose accentuated the near-perfect curves of her legs. Her pink sweater clung to her body, the bra straps faintly visible. Her breasts strained against the already tight sweater, appearing like exaggerated but real hills. She had just styled her hair into a ponytail, with a few wisps of bangs gently framing her face, perfectly enhancing her already beautiful features. Her shy demeanor would surely captivate most men.

"Yes, it's fine, just a minor injury," she whispered. If it were anyone else, she would have been cold and indifferent, but at this moment, her heart was in turmoil. She couldn't help but look up and steal a glance at the man.

"Really? Let me see?" The man said, looking down even closer at her legs

. "Really, nothing's wrong?" Actually, there was a hint of disrespect in the man's words, but his wife seemed not to notice. She only moved her legs slightly. She couldn't help but lean lightly against the wall by the door. It wasn't that she did it on purpose, but she felt her blood surging and she could hardly stand. She knew she had met her nemesis. She had no resistance to the man in front of her. She felt as if something was constantly filling her chest, and her breasts swelled uncontrollably. She wasn't wearing panty liners, and if she didn't close her legs tightly, she was afraid that the fluid secreted from her vagina would soak through her underwear and flow down her legs...

At this moment, the man naturally reached out his right hand and gently stroked her leg. He did it as naturally as a doctor examining a patient, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His wife showed no sign of aversion, merely shifting her leg position slightly. Although his touch was light, it was as noticeable as an electric shock. Even through her pantyhose, she could clearly feel the warmth of his palm, slightly higher than her body temperature. This warmth instantly spread throughout her body.

Her reaction, as she leaned against the wall, was the clearest signal she could give to the man. Their eyes met, and his wife felt a blankness in her mind. The man's deep, affectionate eyes possessed an irresistible power. After a few seconds of this eye contact, it was unclear whether his wife had taken the initiative to fall into his arms, or whether he had reached out and pulled her into his embrace first, or whether they had both tacitly performed the clearly defined steps of a romantic embrace. In any case, they were now locked in a tight embrace. In that instant, it was unclear whether he had noticed the dazed look in his wife's eyes...

This was the scene his wife had longed for, and it seemed to be exactly what she had expected. But after a while, she realized the man's arms weren't as strong as she'd imagined. He didn't seem to be holding her tightly as she'd hoped; in fact, she was the one holding him tighter. Yet, she still felt incredibly comfortable. She squeezed her legs together even tighter, not wanting to appear disheveled in front of him. Even so,

she could feel her inner thighs were soaked, her pantyhose sticking stickily to her skin. Her breasts were at their limit; she could even feel her nipples pushing against her bra. She wondered if she could resist if he touched her there. She couldn't predict how her body would react, but she knew it would be a feeling she'd never experienced before. She was even more nervous than before her first time having sex—like a naive young girl. But she still wanted him to do it.

For some reason, the moment she saw him, she felt an urge to display all the noble and mysterious parts of her body to him, letting him use them as he pleased. She had never so desperately wanted a man to touch her body, and she even felt a sudden urge to look at his genitals; she suddenly found it mysterious…

But the man's next actions fell short of her expectations. He didn't embrace her tightly and then press his lips to hers, passionately expressing his boundless adoration. Just holding her like this left her feeling a pang of disappointment. She couldn't help but look up and find the man smiling at her. Embarrassed, her face flushed crimson, she was at a loss.

The man's real, warm body heat almost melted her completely; she even felt a pang of resentment towards him for not immediately going all out and devouring her in his mouth. At this moment, she wished he would quickly strip off all her clothes and completely expose her most prized body to him. She believed that if he did, he would be driven mad and attack her vagina with all his might. This might be a battle she had never experienced before. She didn't know if she could withstand his fierce onslaught. Perhaps she would soon be overwhelmed and in unbearable pain, but she wasn't afraid. She was willing to embrace this crazy battle, even if it was painful...

But it seemed like wishful thinking on her part. The man still didn't move. She couldn't help but feel awkward, not knowing what to do. Her body was nearing its limit. She couldn't very well take the initiative and start attacking; she couldn't bring herself to do that. But she couldn't bring herself to break free. She didn't know what the man meant by continuing like this. Things were too unexpected for her. The disappointment in her heart gradually increased. The desire that had arisen earlier, which she had never felt before, was drained away with the sense of loss. Her hands, which had been holding the man, slowly fell to their sides, and tears streamed down her face. She had never felt such a great sense of loss. Did the man not appreciate her as much as she had imagined?

As she tried to leave his embrace, the man unexpectedly pulled her closer and began to kiss her. His wife, already downcast and annoyed by his slow movements, turned away in refusal. Seeing this, the man didn't force her, instead reaching for her breasts. His wife, no longer feeling the same urgency, tried to stop him. The man then reached his other hand under her skirt, his palm landing on her buttocks, caressing her through her pantyhose, moving further inside. Unable to stop him, she could only squeeze her legs together. He moved his hand upwards, finding the waistband of the pantyhose, and then slipped his hand inside.

Unable to stop him, she finally spoke,

"Don't touch me!" Her voice was so soft she could barely hear herself, more like a pleading tone.

The words were practically meaningless; the man didn't stop. Whether out of anger at his earlier inappropriate actions or out of modesty, she reached out and tightly grasped his hand inside her skirt. This time, the man didn't give up and tried forcefully to remove her pantyhose. His wife could feel that the pantyhose were already off, so she tried even harder to stop him, but he showed no sign of stopping. His hands continued to touch her body despite her resistance, and she felt her desire rekindle. Just as she was about to give up resisting, she suddenly heard her daughter's voice, "Mommy, what are you doing!"

Their actions had all taken place in the foyer, a few meters from the room, from which they couldn't see. Her daughter was sitting inside watching TV and hadn't noticed at first, but after her mother went to open the door and hadn't returned for a while, she realized what was happening and called out.

The noise startled the wife awake. She had been so engrossed in the moment that she'd forgotten her daughter was still in the room. The man, however, seemed not to hear her and instead pressed harder. The wife regained her composure and this time grabbed his hand firmly.

"Stop! My daughter's in there!" she pleaded in a low voice.

But the man seemed not to hear her and showed no sign of stopping. His hand was already inside her underwear, and she felt it pushing forcefully between her legs. Just then, her daughter called out "Mommy!" in a slightly urgent tone. The wife regained her senses and knew she absolutely couldn't do this in front of her daughter. She panicked and, seeing she couldn't stop him, she pinched his hand hard. He winced and released her, and the wife took the opportunity to break free. Only then did she tell her daughter,

"Mommy's here, it's okay."

"What are you doing?" the daughter asked, clearly unaware of what had just happened. Reassured that her mother was still in the room,

she replied somewhat flusteredly, "Nothing, someone came to ask Mom something." As she spoke, she picked up the pantyhose the man had pulled down earlier.

The daughter didn't ask any more questions and continued watching TV. Only then did the wife look up at the man in front of her. His expression had become very serious, devoid of his usual smile. It was clear he was very unhappy with her earlier rejection. Looking at his expression, the wife inexplicably felt as if she had done something wrong. Unable to meet his gaze, she lowered her head again. The man let out a contemptuous "humph," then turned and left.

The wife stood at the door, somewhat bewildered, lost in thought. Recalling the scene that had just unfolded, and then the man's attitude, she felt a surge of anger. "It was clearly your fault! There were children inside, how could you act like that? And yet you just stormed off looking so unhappy. It seems he was only putting on a show of good manners." Thinking this, she felt a great sense of relief; he wasn't the person she admired…

Mo Xiaoyan returned just then, seeing his wife standing at the door with her hair disheveled and looking preoccupied.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xiaoyan asked first.

"Ah, you're back," his wife suddenly replied, snapping out of her reverie

. "Why are you standing here?" Mo Xiaoyan looked at her suspiciously.

"Nothing."

"Something's not right, is it?" She could clearly tell that something was amiss.

When her friend asked, the wife didn't hesitate to tell her what had happened. Mo Xiaoyan sneered after listening.

"See? I told you, this kind of person is just a hypocrite."

"Yeah, you're right. I really didn't see it at first."

"He just wants to take advantage and have some fun. His wife just went to a meeting, and he came here without considering the environment or your feelings. He's a scoundrel," Mo Xiaoyan said disdainfully.

"Hmm, I understand. Don't worry this time," his wife said.

Mo Xiaoyan glanced at the skirt she had changed into, sneered, and said nothing more.

The bus to Miyun city center departed on time at ten o'clock. The three of them arrived at the parking lot early. Many colleagues had already arrived, including the man and his wife. Mo Xiaoyan noticed that the man's expression when he saw them was clearly different from yesterday. Although he smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, it was more like a sneer, especially when he saw my wife. My wife deliberately avoided his gaze.

There was nothing much going on during the trip to the city center. Once they arrived at their destination, everyone dispersed to go shopping. Mo Xiaoyan naturally stayed with my wife. They didn't want to buy any clothes, so they took their daughter to look at toys and food, and bought some local specialties. During this time, they bumped into the man in a shop, but both sides deliberately avoided each other. At noon, we had an authentic farm-style meal at a farmhouse near the reservoir. After lunch, we visited the reservoir. We returned to the resort at 5 PM.

My wife went straight to bed as soon as she entered the house, saying she was very tired.

"I feel okay," Mo Xiaoyan replied

casually. "..." My wife didn't answer, lying there looking preoccupied.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mo Xiaoyan asked.

"...No," my wife said softly.

"What's wrong? You seem preoccupied. Tell me what's wrong!" Mo... Xiao Yan seemed a little anxious. She was naturally impatient and couldn't stand seeing her wife like this.

"...Xiao Yan, we're best friends, right?" Her wife seemed to really have something to say.

"Just say it, do we need to be like this?" Mo Xiao Yan was almost impatient.

"...Then please do me a favor," her wife said calmly, lying on the bed.

"...How do you want me to help you?" Mo Xiao Yan seemed to have guessed what her wife meant.

"Could you take Jing Jing with you to the banquet later?" her wife asked tentatively.

"What for?" Mo Xiao Yan... "I...I have something to do," his wife said

somewhat vaguely.

"What do you mean? You still can't let him go?" Mo Xiaoyan had already seen through her.

"...I'm sorry, I hate myself, I'm so useless," his wife said softly.

"...What happened? Didn't you say this morning that you saw things clearly? Why are you like this again?" Mo Xiaoyan asked.

"I understand what you're saying, and I think so too, but..." His wife didn't finish.

"Just tell me what's going on," Mo Xiaoyan was getting impatient.

His wife was silent for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, and then slowly opened her mouth.

"I know you'll look down on me if I tell you, but I can't help it. Actually, from the moment I danced with him that day, I knew I couldn't escape..." His wife's face was flushed, and she could hardly hear herself.

"Why?" Mo Xiaoyan asked.

"I don't know, I just liked him from the first moment I saw him. I felt that he was the ideal man in my heart, so I fell in without realizing it..."

"...But didn't he get angry too, and ignore you?" Mo Xiaoyan said

. "...So I want you to help me. Didn't you say you could help me?" His wife said,

"...Xue'er, given our relationship, I would help you with anything without hesitation, and this is no exception. But I reserve my opinion; he's not suitable for you."

"...I know you mean well, but please help me this once, please, Xiaoyan, just to fulfill my wish," his wife pleaded.

"...Didn't you notice that his angry departure this morning showed that he doesn't appreciate you as much as you think? I think it might just be wishful thinking on your part," Mo Xiaoyan said.

"...Actually, that's one reason I'm asking you for help. I felt really upset and unbalanced this morning. It's always been men who pursued me..." His wife said,

"Are you doing this out of spite?" Mo Xiaoyan asked.

"No, anyway, can you help me?" His wife said,

"What if he doesn't like you at all, what will you do then?"

“Then I’ve given up,” his wife said, sounding pained.

“Why have you become like this? Is it worth it?” Mo Xiaoyan was also taken aback. She knew that when her wife got stubborn, no one could stop her

. “I don’t know, but I just want to…”

“What do you want? Just once?”

“I don’t know.”

Mo Xiaoyan looked at his wife. Her breasts were firm, accentuated by her tight sweater, clinging dazzlingly to her chest. Her abdomen was flat, her waist slender, her buttocks pert, and her legs were pressed tightly together, her left knee slightly bent, fully displaying her feminine grace…

Mo Xiaoyan knew that there was no point in trying to dissuade her now. What was meant to happen couldn't be avoided, it was like destiny. This confirmed her long-held ominous premonition. She felt that this wouldn't be the romantic affair her wife imagined. She couldn't explain why, but that was the feeling. But there was nothing she could do. Since her friend had brought it up, all she could do was respect her wishes and deal with the rest later.

"I can only take Jingjing away. I don't care about his affairs. He's my colleague's husband, I can't do anything about it, and I still reserve my opinion. If you can't do it, then it's destiny."

"...Okay, thank you."

"...Alright, you'd better take care of yourself!" Mo Xiaoyan said solemnly, then took two pink-packaged rubber items from her bag and threw them in front of her wife...

Mo Xiaoyan was speechless. She had said everything she needed to say, but her wife insisted on her own ideas. She was powerless to change anything. As her best friend, she could only respect her choice at this point.

My wife had begged her to help her talk to the man and explain her feelings, but she didn't want to. She was disgusted by him and didn't want this to happen. Saying it would affect their colleague relationship was just an excuse; she even felt nauseous at the sight of him. She couldn't understand why her friend was so obsessed. There had been men more handsome than him who had pursued her before, but she had always been aloof and unmoved, ignoring all of them. But this man somehow struck a nerve… My

wife glanced at the things she had thrown on the bed, her face flushing again. She looked up at Mo Xiaoyan, seemingly hesitant to speak.

“You should take care of yourself. There's no guarantee he's clean; getting a disease would be even worse,” Mo Xiaoyan said coldly. Her words were ambiguous, neither caring nor sarcastic; she might even be trying to scare her.

“…Okay, I understand,” my wife whispered.

“…” Mo Xiaoyan sighed helplessly, then turned to my daughter and said, “Jingjing, let's go out and play for a while.”

“Okay!” My daughter always agreed to play.

"Mommy, let's go!" Seeing my wife hadn't moved, my daughter went to call her.

"Your mother has something to do, let's go first, okay?" Mo Xiaoyan pulled her back.

"Mommy, where are you going?" my daughter asked.

"...Mommy has something to do, I'll come find you later, go with Aunt Mo first, okay?" My wife's voice choked as she said this.

At this moment, my wife and Mo Xiaoyan exchanged a knowing glance, saying nothing, but both understood. The lie to their daughter made them both feel guilty, but what else could they do but deceive her...?

What would happen to my wife and that man in a little while? Would she enjoy herself or be violated? Looking at the innocent Jingjing before her, Mo Xiaoyan felt very sad, feeling somewhat sorry for her child. If this matter ultimately led to the breakdown of her friend's family, the one who would suffer the most would be the child. When she grew up and understood the truth, she would definitely blame herself. But her mother was stubbornly clinging to her delusions, and she was truly powerless...

"What are you going to do? Go find him?" Mo Xiaoyan couldn't help but ask.

"I haven't decided yet," my wife said.

"...What if things don't go as you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you thought about a backup plan? What if that man doesn't like you, and you fail?" Mo Xiaoyan asked this because she had a bad feeling; she felt things might not go as her wife thought.

"...Then I might not even survive." Her wife said seriously, her expression somewhat sorrowful.

Her answer clearly shocked Mo Xiaoyan. "Are you crazy?! What are you doing?!"

"...I don't believe I'll fail. If I lose to him, I'm afraid I can't bear it," her wife said painfully.

"Then you're saying you might not even survive? Are you trying to scare me?!" Mo Xiaoyan knew her personality; she knew that once she got serious, she wouldn't care about anything, so her voice changed slightly. She was genuinely afraid.

"...Don't worry, don't you have any faith in my charm? Do you think I'd lose to him?" Seeing that her wife was really anxious, her tone softened.

"I believe in your charm, but what if something unexpected happens? What do you mean by 'not surviving'?" Mo Xiaoyan still asked, uneasy.

"I was just kidding," his wife said.

"Please don't scare me, okay?" Mo Xiaoyan was genuinely a little scared.

"Okay, I won't scare you, don't worry," his wife said softly.

"Call me when you're done," Mo Xiaoyan said helplessly.

His wife nodded, and Mo Xiaoyan nervously led her daughter out of the room. She really wanted to get her wife away from this troublesome place, but she also knew that even if they left, it would only be a temporary escape. She had never seen her friend so serious before...

Her daughter and Aunt Mo had always had a very good relationship, so with a little coaxing, she left the room with her. She led her daughter into the banquet hall of the restaurant, which was very close to their residence. In any case, she was going to meet several client representatives that evening, and it wasn't appropriate to bring a little girl. Before the banquet started, Mo Xiaoyan took her to the children's playground on the third floor. Several of her colleagues' children were playing there. The playground was quite nice, with many games and activities. She happened to run into one of her subordinates and entrusted her daughter to look after.

She planned to leave after exchanging pleasantries with her clients, as she hadn't really wanted to attend the banquet. The company had arranged a performance during dinner, so she planned to take her daughter to see it later. In the middle of the venue, she bumped into the man's wife, her colleague, who was slightly higher in rank. This woman was a good match for the man in appearance, usually very approachable, appreciated by her superiors, kind-hearted, and got along well with her colleagues. She always seemed very happy.

Facing her now, Mo Xiaoyan felt a little nervous, as if she had done something wrong. But her colleague didn't seem to notice and continued to greet Mo Xiaoyan warmly, so she had no choice but to keep up the awkwardness.

The banquet started quickly, following the usual routine. After a perfunctory greeting to everyone, she sat down at the table of middle-level managers to eat. She took the opportunity to slip away; for someone of her rank, not being present wasn't a big deal, she could just come back later.

She picked up my daughter and led her to a regular restaurant. The banquet was about to begin, and the hosts were preparing on stage. She chose a corner seat and carefully surveyed her surroundings. The man wasn't there; he hadn't arrived yet. She understood what was going on, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside her…

She remained restless and tense. Her daughter kept asking why her mother hadn't arrived, which only increased her anxiety, hoping my wife would call soon.

The program was halfway through, and her daughter, absorbed in the performance, stopped asking questions. Just then, she suddenly saw the man walk in from the doorway, still as composed and confident as ever. He seemed completely unaffected, smiling as he sat down at a table not far from them. That table was almost entirely men. He noticed them, glanced at them, and then looked away.

Mo Xiaoyan breathed a sigh of relief when he appeared, thinking the matter was probably over. Seeing the man's calm demeanor, she thought her wife would call soon, but after waiting a while, she called back, only to find no answer.

She panicked a bit, remembering what her wife had said, and couldn't sit still any longer. She stood up, grabbed my daughter, and rushed to the guest room. She even ran to the room, opened the door, and hurried inside. The sight inside truly shocked her...

My wife was lying face down on the bed, her face buried in the blankets. She was wearing a white cotton thermal undershirt, the one she wore under her sweater, and pantyhose. Her legs were pressed tightly together, her buttocks taut inside the stockings, their shape very pronounced. Even in this relaxed position, her buttocks were raised high, covered with a thick layer of fat, but it didn't look superfluous at all; it was all perfectly distributed on both sides. If you looked closely, her buttocks were trembling slightly, clearly she was crying. Her beautiful legs were stretched straight out, barefoot. Because her legs were long and she wasn't lying on the headboard, her feet couldn't fit properly and hung casually over the edge of the bed, soles facing upwards. The stockings there were worn thinner from walking, making the skin tone more noticeable. The only slight difference between her left and right feet was that there was a white anklet inside her stocking at her left ankle... March 14th,

Chapter Nine

. Mo Xiaoyan was startled by the scene and, not understanding what had happened, quickly went over and nudged her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

But her wife lay there unresponsive. Mo Xiaoyan nudged her again, but she still didn't move. This terrified her. Remembering what her wife had said before leaving, she quickly turned her over. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were clenched, and her face was deathly pale.

"Xue'er, what's wrong?! Don't scare me! What's wrong?!" Mo Xiaoyan was terrified by her wife's appearance and frantically called out to her. Her daughter, also frightened, rushed forward, crying and calling out.

Hearing her cries, her wife slightly opened her eyes and whispered, "I feel terrible!"

"Where do you feel terrible?!" Mo Xiaoyan asked anxiously.

"I'm dizzy, my chest feels tight, and I can't breathe," her wife's voice was weak.

Mo Xiaoyan quickly dialed the front desk. The receptionist, after hearing the situation, told her to wait a moment and that they would send a car to the hospital immediately…

A dozen minutes later, her wife was taken to a hospital in Miyun District. Her condition had improved slightly, and the doctor performed several tests.

Mo Xiaoyan asked, “How is she, doctor? What happened to her?”

“She’s fine. It seems she experienced temporary shock due to stimulation or fright. She’ll be on IV fluids and observed overnight. She should be fine.”

Mo Xiaoyan breathed a sigh of relief and took her wife to the ward. She hadn’t expected this simple outing to cause so much trouble. Seeing her friend’s weak state made her feel very uncomfortable.

That night, she didn’t ask her wife what had happened; she just sat by her bedside and stayed with her all night. Her daughter, hearing that her mother was alright, was less afraid and fell asleep next to her wife that night. The next day, the doctor checked and said there were no problems, and she could be discharged.

Mo Xiaoyan then called her company leader, not revealing the truth, only saying that there was a family matter, and left the place of trouble with her wife. Neither of them spoke much on the way.

The journey home went relatively smoothly. His wife sternly instructed their daughter not to tell anyone about her mother's illness, and the daughter agreed. After arriving, they first took the daughter to her grandmother's, and then his wife suggested going to Mo Xiaoyan's house.

There was no one else at her house. As soon as they entered, his wife collapsed onto the bed and started crying again, clearly distressed. Mo Xiaoyan, unsure what was wrong, gently pushed her away, saying, "Don't cry, what's wrong?"

"Go out first, don't worry about me, let me cry for a while!" his wife sobbed.

"..." Mo Xiaoyan didn't know what to say.

Looking at her, Mo Xiaoyan was both amused and exasperated. Her eyeshadow had been washed away by tears, mingling with her foundation from her eyes to her cheeks, leaving dark streaks on her face. She usually wore makeup, but yesterday's makeup was heavier than usual, clearly reapplied after they left, and the fading after the tears made it all the more obvious.

Knowing her temper, Mo Xiaoyan reluctantly left, sighing deeply and feeling immense guilt.

Half an hour later, she came into the room. Her wife was still sobbing on the bed. Mo Xiaoyan walked over to her and nudged her.

"How are you? Have you cried enough?"

After a while, her wife looked up at Mo Xiaoyan but didn't say anything.

"Go wash your face first; it's all stained," Mo Xiaoyan said.

Her wife didn't move, lying there staring blankly at her.

"What happened?" Mo Xiaoyan sat down next to her this time and gently patted her shoulder.

Her wife was silent for a moment, then tears fell again. She said, feeling wronged, "Xiaoyan, I've lost. I've completely lost to him..." She finished speaking and started sobbing again.

"..." Mo Xiaoyan was speechless and could only gently put her arm around her friend's shoulder.

After Mo Xiaoyan and her friend left, her wife sat on the bed for a while, thinking. At that moment, she had only one feeling: she wanted to see that man. She understood her feelings, although she didn't understand why she felt this way, but it was indeed her feeling.

From childhood to adulthood, no man had ever made her feel this way. No man had ever made her imagine passionate scenes with him in bed. He was simply so charismatic. She willingly surrendered her body to him, letting him do as he pleased. The mere sight of him caused her physical pain, especially in her vagina and breasts, as if he were deliberately torturing her. She had never experienced the sensation of her nipples swelling rapidly and spontaneously, nor the exaggerated emptiness of her vagina, the desperate need for filling. She longed for that man to press her down on him and undress her; if that happened, she would feel incredibly happy.

She first sat in front of the vanity mirror, meticulously applying makeup, then restyled her hair, pulling it up high to look capable and efficient. Two long, thin strands of hair deliberately cascaded down her bangs, adding a touch of allure. Her overall image was mature yet sexy, and she was very satisfied with it. Then she took out two clean outfits from the suitcase and changed into a pink sweater and a beige skirt, which was one of her favorite outfits. She then adjusted her underwear, stretched out her pantyhose, and put on her boots. She walked to the dressing mirror, very confident in her appearance—sexy but not gaudy, aloof yet alluring.

She thought for a moment, then left the room and went to room 309, three doors away. She hesitated before raising her hand, but still pressed the doorbell. She had planned to knock directly on the door beforehand because Mo Xiaoyan had told her that the dinner for the leaders and clients started earlier than for ordinary employees, so she was certain that at least the man's wife wasn't in the room and was attending the dinner with Mo Xiaoyan. That's why she dared to knock.

There was a quick response from inside—the man's voice, "Who is it?"

The wife didn't answer but pressed the doorbell again. After a few seconds, she heard footsteps, followed by the man's voice.

"What did you forget again?" As he said this, he opened the door. Seeing my wife outside, he was clearly surprised and paused for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.

"What is it? Hello, is there something you need?" He maintained his usual politeness.

"...I have something I want to ask you," my wife said softly.

"What is it? Please speak."

"Hmm." My wife didn't speak, but instead looked into the room.

"Oh, why don't you come in and talk?" The man was very composed, as if the embarrassing incident that morning had never happened.

My wife didn't speak, but calmly walked into the room. Sure enough, only the man was inside. He seemed to have been watching a sports program. My wife looked around as she entered the room; she was actually quite nervous.

"What do you want?"

"A guest came to your room, and you didn't even offer him a seat?" My wife said with a smile, her tone tinged with reproach.

"Oh, please sit down." The man said, picking up his clothes from the sofa to make room for her.

His wife held the back of her skirt with both hands, slowly sitting down and crossing her left leg over her right. The area between her skirt and boots was the most beautiful part of her legs, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, she displayed it entirely to the man. Her legs were tightly encased in black stockings, creating an incredibly alluring skin texture. With each movement, the stockings clung to her legs, moving slightly faster than her body, creating a comfortable friction. She found this friction particularly pleasurable because of the man.

The man also sat down on the sofa beside her. "Oh, what's up?"

"Why didn't you go to the restaurant?" His wife didn't answer his question but asked this instead.

"Oh, it's not time yet," the man replied, a little surprised.

"Where's your wife? Why isn't she here?"

"She went to meet a client, she went ahead."

"Oh, why didn't you bring the child to play with you?" His wife was clearly making conversation.

"She went to a training course, they didn't let her come," the man said.

"How old is your child?"

"...What do you want to talk to me about? Can we talk about the important things first?" The man interrupted her with a smile.

"What did you mean this morning?" The wife also found this boring, so she decided to get straight to the point. But by this time, she was already somewhat disappointed. In her mind, the man would have wanted to pounce on her as soon as he entered the house, and she would have been completely subdued this time.

"...The dinner party is about to start, let's go to the restaurant." The man paused for a moment, then changed the subject as if he hadn't heard her, but his attitude had clearly changed, and his face had turned cold. Then he stood up and prepared to walk towards the door.

Seeing him stand up, the wife also quickly stood up, then walked quickly in front of him, blocking his way. The two looked at each other.

"What are you doing?" The man was now completely cold.

"...I like you!" The wife paused for a moment, then said these words very firmly. She used all the courage she had ever had to say them. She had never dared to think that she would take the initiative to say such things to a strange man before, and then she stared intently into the man's eyes.

The man was stunned after hearing this, and after a long pause, he finally spoke, "...Don't joke around, okay?" He said very seriously.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" His wife's voice was low, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Hmph, you still ask me what I mean?" The man sneered, then said contemptuously.

"...What did I do?"

"You hugged me first, and then you got angry with me first. Were you deliberately playing me?" the man said.

"Do you like me?" His wife didn't answer, but asked him in return.

"I don't like someone so easily."

"If you don't like me, why did you take my clothes off?" His wife was now desperate, and she said softly, her face flushed.

"...Who took your clothes off?" The man paused for a moment, then his tone also lowered.

"Are you even a man? You did something but don't dare to admit it." Seeing that his tone had softened, his wife took the initiative instead.

"What did I do? What do I have to be ashamed of?" The man clearly didn't know how to answer.

"You took off my socks." His wife said embarrassedly.

"...Socks aren't clothes." The man admitted it, but didn't want to admit defeat.

"What was your purpose in taking off my pantyhose? You can't even admit to something as simple as this." His wife was somewhat aggressive.

"...Don't give me that crap. You were the one who hugged me first, and now you're getting angry with me. What do you mean by that? Are you deliberately playing me?"

"My daughter's inside. What if she sees us?"

"Fine, forget it. Let's call it even. I'm going to the restaurant." The man said impatiently, then prepared to walk away.

His wife didn't move aside and remained standing in front of him.

"What else do you want?" the man said.

"I'm sorry!" his wife said softly.

"What are you sorry for!" the man said.

"I apologize to you. Please don't be angry, okay?" his wife said gently.

"How can you make me not be angry?" the man smiled slightly .

"What do you want?" his wife said shyly.

"What I want is beyond your control. You made me very angry this morning. Never mind, I'm going to the restaurant." The man unintentionally adopted a boss-like tone, then turned to leave again.

His wife still stood in front of him, "...What do you want me to do? I'll do it for you, okay?"

"Really? Aren't you afraid I'll take off your socks?" the man said with a forced smile, as if half-joking.

"..." His wife lowered her head, remaining silent; she truly didn't know what to say.

"Hmph, just saying that!" the man said disdainfully.

"We've already taken them off once, what are you afraid of a second time? You know perfectly well!" His wife's voice was so low she could barely hear herself. At this point, it was crystal clear: she was willing for the man to take off her clothes, and what the man intended to do with a woman's naked body was self-evident.

"...Let's talk in your room or another room; it's not convenient here," the man said.

His wife truly didn't know what to do. This man before her had captivated her more than ever before; her body was out of control whenever she saw him, and her mind involuntarily conjured up images of him holding her. She felt there was no turning back now that things had come to this. She quickly took another step forward, then stretched out her arms and tightly wrapped them around the man's neck, pressing her entire body against him. Her breasts were the first part of her body to touch him, and in that instant, she felt her nipples harden so quickly, almost overwhelming her. She buried her head deep in his chest, feeling short of breath, her whole body filled with a heat.

"...Okay, let's go to your room." Whether the man was intoxicated by her fragrant body odor, stimulated by her soft and sexy figure, or simply didn't want to hurt her passion, he gently hugged my wife.

My wife obediently released him and turned to walk towards the door.

"I don't really like the dress you're wearing. I don't want to see you wearing it later," the man suddenly said from behind.

"Then what kind do you like?" my wife turned around and smiled.

"It doesn't matter, just pretend I didn't say anything."

His wife turned and went back to the room. At that moment, she felt like she wasn't herself anymore. She would never have believed she could say or do these things before, but now she had indeed said and done them. She couldn't explain why she was like this. She just loved seeing him; seeing him made her feel like the most vulnerable woman, willing to do anything for him. If she saw someone else like this, she would definitely call that woman shameless, but now she finally understood those people. Shamelessness isn't innate; there's a reason for it. She felt her vagina was already soaking wet, but this time she was prepared, having changed her panty liner before leaving. Even so, she felt the liner was almost completely soaked.

She returned to the room, unsure whether she was happy or excited. She briefly thought of me, but only for a moment. She didn't intend to be far from men, but she felt she had to fully display her charm today, making him fall in love with her too.

My wife came in and took off her dress, then took out another one from the suitcase. She compared them and thought they were almost identical except for the color. Just then, she had a bolder idea. She put both dresses back in the suitcase, leaving herself in a pink sweater and black pantyhose. Although the pantyhose were thick, they were still underwear, and their thickness didn't completely cover her skin. Combined with their tight fit, the sweater only covered half of her buttocks, and her white panties were faintly visible. The pantyhose clung tightly to her body, the crotch digging into her buttocks, revealing the mysterious crease of the pantyhose and the perfect curves of her lower body. She was essentially half-naked.

This would be extremely indecent for other men to see, and my wife couldn't believe she was being so bold, but she decided to dress like this anyway. She was always most confident in her figure, so she wanted to present her best self to this man. She wouldn't normally do this, but in front of him, she was willing to abandon her usual self; she believed he would be captivated by her.

The man quickly knocked on the door. When he entered, he glanced at her attire. My wife was utterly ashamed; even if she liked it, she wouldn't let another man see her dressed like this.

The man stared at her for a while, as if he had expected her indecent appearance. He smiled but didn't immediately make a move. My wife was filled with shame and regretted her impulsiveness, but she couldn't suppress her excitement in front of him.

"Your clothes are beautiful." Whether the man was telling the truth or not, he then reached out and gently touched her buttocks.

"..." My wife didn't answer, her face flushed, head bowed. She didn't know what else to do but lean into the man's arms.

The man embraced her, and his wife leaned in to kiss him. He responded naturally, her desire ignited by the kiss. She longed for him to kiss harder, even wanting him to bite her tongue tightly, to melt into his embrace. They kissed passionately, and the man began to grope her body through her clothes. His hands were large and warm, and every inch of her skin felt incredibly comfortable under his touch. She completely relaxed, enjoying his caresses, which felt more like taking advantage of her.

The man reached inside her blouse, placing his large hand on her breasts. Because her breasts were large and firm, he couldn't grasp them, so he simply kneaded them roughly. Then he moved his other hand to her lower body, first caressing her through her pantyhose with his entire palm, then using his index and middle fingers to probe inside. His movements were practiced, his touch precise and precise.

His wife, seemingly to formally express a woman's reserve, kept her legs closed, but the man's technique was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Every caress and every finger movement perfectly aroused her even greater desire. She felt she was about to climax; the fluid gushing from her vagina was inexhaustible. She wondered if the man could feel it, but she still felt incredibly happy.

She felt the man's actions were no longer enough to satisfy her body's current needs; her whole body was unbearably itchy. She knew the root of her discomfort and how to resolve it, but the man seemed unwilling to go any further. If it were an ordinary man, facing this curvaceous, sexy, and undeniably feminine woman, it would be difficult to control himself. But perhaps he truly was, as Mo Xiaoyan had said, a seasoned womanizer who enjoyed the feeling of being in control.

Finally, the man's hand reached there. The wife convulsed the moment he touched her, as if the hot weather had suddenly turned cool. She then felt her vaginal opening widen, and fluid overflowed. The man's movements quickened, and the wife unconsciously raised her left leg high, pressing it tightly against his waist. Firstly, she wanted to leave her there completely for him to use, and secondly, the friction from the pantyhose against her leg constantly stimulated her desire; she wanted to use the man's body to amplify this friction. Her

desire was almost boiling over. The man's movements seemed to both pleasurable and fuel her craving for greater stimulation. She raised her head, her eyes glazed, and whispered to the man, "Don't you want to take my clothes off anymore…?" At this moment, she disregarded all dignity.

"No," the man answered decisively.

"Why?" His answer surprised the wife, and she looked up at him.

"I wanted to this morning, but not now." The man's expression was surprisingly serious, and he stopped his movements.

"What's wrong?"

"…" The man didn't speak, and surprisingly released his wife from his embrace.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Because I was hurt this morning. I hate being rejected, especially by women."

"I've already apologized to you."

"But I have a psychological scar." The man's expression suddenly changed for some reason.

"Then what do you want?" His wife wasn't prepared for his change; his previous words had seemed more like a signal of intent.

"I'd like to ask you, what do you want from me?" The man smiled.

"Is that even a question?" His wife was almost speechless.

"I want to hear what you have to say."

"What else can I say..."

"There's no one else here, so just say it directly. I like things to be straightforward."

"...I want to be your woman."

"You want me to sleep with you, is that it?" The man said this very seriously.

"...Yes," his wife replied helplessly.

"Is that all? No other purpose?"

"Are you afraid I have ulterior motives? I also have a family."

"I'm sorry, I still have a psychological burden because you rejected me this morning."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Some things can't be undone. I really can't muster any interest." The man said.

"You..." His wife stared at the man; she really hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

"I'm leaving." The man said this and turned to leave.

"If you're not interested, why did you touch me? Aren't you just taking advantage of me?" Tears welled up in his wife's eyes.

"You initiated it, I didn't force you," the man said.

"Have you never even been interested in me? Have you been playing with me these past two days?" his wife said angrily.

The man walked back to his wife, gently put his arm around her shoulder, and said, "Don't say that. Touching you is already giving you a lot of face." He then walked past his wife and headed straight for the door.

My wife stood there, stunned, her mind blank. She had failed, completely defeated by this man. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. This was a blow she had never experienced before. She had finally fallen for someone, even offering herself to him, only to be rejected in this way. Her pride had always been strong, so she couldn't bear this blow. She felt a tightness in her chest, her vision blurred, and she lost consciousness...

That night, my wife stayed at Mo Xiaoyan's house. She tried to patiently comfort her friend, but this blow wouldn't heal quickly. The next day, Mo Xiaoyan had to go to work. Unexpectedly, when my wife came to chat with her in the afternoon, the man called Mo Xiaoyan. He said he had heard my wife was sick and wanted to visit her, but she refused. The man said that to express his apology to Miss Tong, he would send someone to deliver some things to her.

Mo Xiaoyan didn't want it, but a short while later, the courier company delivered it to their door. The package was addressed directly to his wife, so she had no choice but to accept it. When she got home and opened it, she found a set of high-end women's lingerie inside—a pink bra and panties with subtle floral trim, and a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose, all brand new.

Mo Xiaoyan said it was an insult to his wife and told her to return it, but his wife insisted on keeping it and returning it the next day. In reality, she never returned it.

Mo Xiaoyan recounted the whole story to me with great emotion. I tried to interrupt her several times, but I didn't. She revealed another side of my wife, a side I truly didn't know. She had said things to that man that she had never even told me. Because of her profession, his wife usually spoke in a very loud voice; I couldn't imagine her speaking so gently to that man.

I have this characteristic, also a professional trait: when faced with a serious situation, I can remain calm; impulsiveness is pointless.

"Is everything you're saying true?" I knew asking this was pointless.

“At this point, I have no reason to lie to you. I told you this just so you wouldn’t think I’ve corrupted your wife,” Mo Xiaoyan said.

“Do you know that man’s name?” I asked casually.

“Luo Heng,” Mo Xiaoyan replied readily.

“Luo Heng?” Hearing that name, I immediately focused.

“Yes, why?”

“He’s a leader at Beijing XX Company, right?” I asked.

“Yes, he’s the vice president.”

I never dreamed it would be him. I knew him; we’d had a lot of contact before because of work, but I’d never liked him. Most of the guys in our station thought so too. But he was friends with our police chief, who always asked him for favors. His unit was in our jurisdiction, so we became familiar with each other, and he’d often treat us to meals under various pretexts. I was okay with it at first, but after this guy did a few things, I grew to dislike him more and more. But I never expected Mo Xiaoyan to be talking about him…

Chapter Ten:

Mo Xiaoyan’s description and the Luo Heng I knew were definitely the same person. I wasn’t mistaken; I knew him, and not just casually. As I gradually confirmed it was him, my hands and feet began to grow cold. I didn't dare pick up the water glass in front of me because my hands were trembling violently. I didn't want Mo Xiaoyan to see me like this; I had to try my best to appear calm in front of her. I gripped the lighter tightly in my hand, and although I tried my best to control myself, it still trembled slightly, and I even had some difficulty lighting the cigarette in my hand.

"You know him?" Mo Xiaoyan was surprised.

"...Never mind, I don't want to talk about it. What's the point of knowing him? What happened after that?" I said.

"Are you very close to him?" Mo Xiaoyan said.

"What's the point of asking this?" I said impatiently.

"Nothing much, I really think this man is terrible..." Mo Xiaoyan said in a low voice.

"And then?" I asked.

"They met once at a banquet, and haven't seen each other since."

"...What happened after they met?" I asked as if it were an uncontrollable impulse.

"...She didn't go into details. She said that she thought the man was also quite annoying, but she wasn't as upright as you think either, so don't just wrong me," Mo Xiaoyan said dismissively.

"...What happened?" I asked after a long silence.

"...I even got angry with her about this. This guy clearly doesn't like you, but she's so pathetic, she still tries to get close to you when you meet him..."

Mo Xiaoyan started rambling on about it again. As I listened, the events became clearer in my mind because I had experienced it myself. I was just too stupid and clumsy. Although I had a fleeting thought at the time, I dismissed it. Sometimes, you should definitely trust your intuition...

Let's start with this man. My acquaintance with him wasn't pleasant. One day last year, I received a report that something had happened at a company in my jurisdiction. Two security guards had injured an employee, and the employee immediately called the police. It wasn't a big deal. A colleague and I went to the scene and quickly learned what had happened. It was about a parking dispute between the employee and the security guards, which escalated into a physical fight.

The injuries weren't too serious, just superficial wounds.

I went to the company's leadership. The office director received me, but he lacked initiative and didn't dare to make a decision on his own. He had to ask if there was a higher-level leader present. He brought me this guy. I had a vague impression of him from our first meeting. He was of above-average height, well-proportioned, with big, double-lidded eyes, frameless glasses, a high nose, slightly thick lips, a square face, fair skin, and a neatly trimmed medium-length buzz cut. He was wearing a gray suit.

Being a professional, I like to assess strangers by their appearance, memorizing their features. Objectively speaking, this man had fairly regular features. But for some reason, I just felt awkward around him. I couldn't quite put my finger on it; maybe it's a difference in male and female perspectives. Anyway, I just didn't click with him. I remember he always exuded a strange, unwavering confidence, a forced smile, as if there was nothing he couldn't handle. Just looking at him made me feel annoyed; I wished he were the one who had committed the crime so I could take him back to the station and teach him a lesson.

The office director gave him a brief introduction, and without any pretense, I got straight to the point.

"This is an internal matter, what do you think we should do?"

"What do you think is appropriate?" He took my words with a forced smile, and his attitude made me a little angry.

"Do you want to handle it yourselves, or should we handle it? Or, why don't the three of you come back to the office with me and we'll talk about it?" I said, looking at the three parties involved.

"We'll listen to our superiors." All three of them said the same thing.

After discussing for a while, they said they were willing to settle it privately, which saved me a lot of trouble. As I was leaving, I said to that General Manager Luo,

"You leaders should pay attention to educating people regularly, don't just focus on making money."

This was just a perfunctory way of concluding the matter, and usually the other party would just nod and agree. I didn't expect that guy to be like this that day, saying something that wasn't very nice.

"I'm dealing with these stinking things, it's really exhausting me." His voice wasn't loud, but I heard him clearly.

"Hey, what's wrong? If you don't take care of it, who will? What do you mean by 'stinking things'?!" Hearing him say that, I got angry too. In our terms, this was clearly a provocation, and my tone became louder.

I thought he'd just stay silent, but maybe he was in a bad mood that day, because he kept talking.

"I wasn't talking about you, who was I talking about?" he said, still giving the director a forced smile.

I'd already reached the door, but I turned back. To be honest, I wasn't in a good mood that day either, and seeing him made me dislike him, so my attitude was also problematic.

I stood at the door looking at him, and he just stood there glaring at me. I couldn't really do anything to him, but I was just feeling a bit annoyed. At that moment, the office director quickly came over to smooth things over, saying, "General Manager Luo is just anxious about something, he really didn't mean anything by it. We're all family, please be understanding."

He stood there without saying anything more. The matter had become somewhat unpleasant. The director saw us downstairs, and my colleague and I got busy at the office and forgot about it.

A few days later at noon, our police chief asked my colleague and me to go out for a bit, saying we didn't need to use the police car and it wasn't official business. We didn't ask any questions and went out with him. Unexpectedly, he took us to the same unit we'd had the day before. We were both surprised. We went up to the top floor of the office building with him, and he knocked a few times on the door of a room marked "Deputy General Manager." The door opened, and it was the same deputy general manager we'd had a disagreement with that day.

That's how we met. After that meeting, I learned that he had only been with the unit for less than a year, was four years older than me, and had known our police chief for a while. He explained that he was in a bad mood because of many urgent matters at the company and asked for our understanding. Then he invited us to lunch, and the office director also joined us. The lunch consisted mainly of polite exchanges like "please take care of me" and "don't

hesitate to ask if you have any difficulties." In the days that followed, he unexpectedly became familiar with several people in our station, including me. We often interacted, mostly over meals and drinks. He lived in our district, so he tried to maintain a good relationship with us, outwardly calling each other brothers, but we were just fair-weather friends with ulterior motives. Two of my close friends didn't like him much, saying he was always boastful and rambling, constantly portraying himself as a successful person.

When we first met, he seemed quite refined, giving off an impression of being highly educated and cultured. He was alright for the first month, but as we got to know each other better, he started joking more and the conversations became increasingly open. Once he drank, he became more and more talkative. At first, we talked about his success stories: getting into university, studying abroad for a year, and getting a job in a state-owned enterprise through his family connections—that was all fine.

But later, his topics changed. I discovered he was extremely womanizing, quite knowledgeable about women, and according to him, he'd slept with countless women, and hadn't been a virgin since junior high. He also told us a lot about his past, from various professions: doctor, nurse, bank employee, flight attendant, and even his subordinates. He said he never patronized prostitutes; paying for it wasn't exciting enough. He

claimed the women he slept with were all willing, and he rarely failed. He said his marriage was a kind of forced marriage by his parents; he felt it didn't matter who he married, as long as he had a home. So, he and his wife had an unspoken agreement: as long as he fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband and father, he would turn a blind eye to everything else, pretending to be a close family, but in reality, they had no real affection for each other.

Being men, we inevitably veered into these topics, so when we had nothing else to talk about, we just listened to his rambling. He told his story with great detail and conviction, but most of us later said he was just bragging. The things he mentioned definitely happened, but most of it was his narcissistic fantasy or him projecting other people's experiences onto himself. He treated talking about these things like bragging rights, and we gradually got used to it. Sometimes, even if he didn't mention them, our colleagues would tease him about his recent achievements...

My relationship with him has always been just so-so, superficially polite. I try to avoid his dinner parties because I don't really like him. Actually, he can tell my attitude, and he treats me the same way. We look down on each other. We've had two disagreements, both because he felt I didn't give him face. To put it simply, someone he didn't know was taken to the police station, and I happened to be handling it. He asked me to do things his way, but I didn't completely follow his instructions, so he ended up finding someone else. I do have certain principles, but as he says behind my back, I'm too rigid and not as flexible as others. Maybe so. If I were more flexible, perhaps my wife wouldn't act this way.

I could tell he was deliberately trying to provoke me, and he even complained about me to my colleagues. I don't know why, but I always felt a bit hostile towards him; I just couldn't stand him. I always thought he was a bad person. I think it's normal for men to be a little fickle in today's society, but he went too far. I looked down on him from the bottom of my heart. I thought, "If you do something, you don't need to brag about it all the time. It's not a good thing. Those women are just cheap, insisting on being with someone like that, not even caring that he's 'dirty.' I despise women like that the most. Sometimes I even find him disgusting. You could say he's the person I hate most in my social circle."

But after hearing Mo Xiaoyan's story today, I suddenly realized my mistake. I really felt like slapping myself. It's shameful! It's an absolute disgrace! I always looked down on him and disliked him, and then the person I hated most slapped me in the face behind my back. Was he too outstanding, or was his wife too useless...?

Now it seems he might not have been exaggerating. He even talked about my wife and me over drinks…

It was shortly after the Spring Festival, when I had just started working. He invited a few of us over, and I happened to be free that day, so I went. After a few rounds of drinks, the conversation started to flow more freely. Then a colleague asked him,

“Any rumors about your love life lately? I haven’t heard anything about it in a while.” He only talks about these things after he’s had a few drinks; otherwise, he won’t say much.

“No, I’ve reformed!” he said.

“Really? You’re no longer capable?” Everyone burst into laughter.

“I’ve been a bit tired lately, and the doctor told me to take some time to recuperate,” he said without hesitation.

“Really? So you’re really no longer capable, willing but unable? Nobody wants to play with you anymore. I’ve heard women can tell if a man is capable just by looking at his face. Looks like you’ve lost your charm; nobody’s interested anymore,” one of my colleagues joked.

"That's impossible. It's impossible to have peace and quiet, and people are even offering themselves to me." He was back to his old ways, and I really find him annoying. He always acts like an idol, a Casanova, as if every woman in the world loves him, and he talks with such confidence, it's irritating.

"Really? Tell me about it," my colleague asked, and he started talking again.

"Before the holiday, my wife's company had an annual party, and she just wanted to relax and go to Miyun for a while. She was a bit tired those days, and she really didn't plan anything serious on this trip. But during dinner, there was a young woman, not bad looking, with a good figure, who kept looking at me. I wanted to flirt with her, and at first she was quite difficult, putting on airs. Actually, I could tell at a glance whether she was interested in me or not, so I ignored her. Let me tell you, these women are all shameless; you can't give them too much face. And before a day was up, she came to me herself." He said it with a smug look, and we just listened to it as a story, but I never imagined he was talking about my wife.

"Really? How did she offer herself?" My colleague was quite interested in hearing this.

"At first, I didn't think much of it, but then I ran into her again. She was alright-looking and easy to get along with. I thought I'd go over and tease her a bit, but I didn't really intend to sleep with her. I wasn't that interested; I just wanted to touch her a little. But she started acting like a virtuous woman, hugging me first. Then, when I took off her clothes, she wouldn't have it. Everyone knows what was going on. What was she trying to prove with that chaste woman act? I rarely encounter people like that, and I

hate them the most. I didn't think much of it at first, so I ignored her and left. But that night, she came looking for me again, and this time she directly said she liked me. To be honest, I wasn't in a good mood that day. I'd been out all day and was pretty tired. So I didn't give her a friendly look either, and I gave her a cold shoulder. I said, 'You said you wouldn't let me take off your clothes and that's what you call liking me?' I thought I'd just get rid of her." Unexpectedly, this young woman was quite shameless; she even apologized to me for refusing to undress her that morning. I asked her how she wanted to express her apology, and she said, "Can I let you undress now?" I was worried about my wife coming back and causing trouble if I stayed in my room, so I promised to spend the next couple of days with her. So I sent her away first, thinking that since she was practically offered herself up, I might as well have some fun.

When I went to her room, she took off her clothes herself, leaving only her underwear. Since she was right in front of me, I thought I'd touch her a few times to see if I felt anything. But when I reached in, damn, she was practically soaking wet down there! As soon as I put my hand in, it covered my hand. This actually made me a little confused; I hadn't been feeling well lately. This girl clearly had a strong sex drive. I was afraid I couldn't handle it and would embarrass myself, and besides, I didn't really feel anything, so I thought I'd better find an excuse to escape.

So I said I couldn't escape the shadow of her rejection that morning; I'm most afraid of being rejected. She kept begging me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I said I have a family and a career, we can't be together. She said it's okay, I won't bother you. I said, "Then what do you want? Can I be your girlfriend?" I said, "You don't have a family? Aren't you afraid your husband will find out?" She said no. I said, "Then what kind of girlfriend do you mean?" She said, "I'll keep you company when you're upset or lonely." I said, "How will you keep me company?" She said, "Since you're my girlfriend, how you keep me company is up to you." I said, "What are you after?" She said she wasn't after anything, she just liked me from the first moment she saw me.

At the time, because I didn't know her well and didn't want trouble, and besides, her circumstances weren't quite what they'd ask for as a mistress, I didn't agree. I said, "No, to be honest, I have a lover." She was stunned, then said, "Since you already have a lover, why would you care about having another one?" I got a little annoyed and said, "You're not my type." She cried after hearing that and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

I just made up a reason on the spot, saying I didn't like women wearing black stockings. She said, "Then what kind do you like? I'll do it your way." I said, "Never mind, it's not just about the stockings." She said, "Then tell me what else you need, and I'll do whatever you say."

I said, "It's just that you rejected me this morning, which made me lose interest." Then I was about to leave, and she got angry, saying I was trying to take advantage of her and play with her. I hated hearing that, so I said, "You're the one who let me touch you." After that, she didn't say anything, and I left. I heard that this young woman was quite temperamental and even got sick and went to the hospital.

I felt really bad about it, so I sent her some gifts. I originally prepared them for a model I had just met a few days ago, but I decided to give them to her first. Actually, if I hadn't been feeling unwell those days, I probably would have slept with her. This young woman must have been quite fun to play with; her breasts were pretty, and they felt great to touch. Her legs were long, and her butt was quite bouncy.

She was too hasty that day, and she was leaking too much, which made me a little tired of it. If she had slowed down, I could have played with her for a while, but I was a bit confused and tired of it at the time. Let's talk about it another time, since we're from around here, maybe we'll run into each other again. "But I heard she was really hurt, and she hates me to the core."

Luo Heng has said this kind of thing too many times, and none of us took it seriously, just listened for fun. Now that I think about it, his expression and every word he said basically matched Mo Xiaoyan's. And I believe my wife didn't tell Mo Xiaoyan all the details, those things about her being too proactive in pursuing him. She's always had a strong sense of pride, so it's not an exaggeration to say that what that man did hurt her deeply. It seems he wasn't bragging. From this, I can see that Mo Xiaoyan didn't deceive me.

But what I didn't expect was that the first incident wasn't over. There were still things Mo Xiaoyan didn't know about, things my wife hadn't told anyone. Luo

Heng continued, "I thought that was the end of it, but unexpectedly, just a few days later, on the second day of the Lunar New Year, she sent me another text message, saying she was wearing the pantyhose and underwear I gave her and waiting for me at the island. That's pretty straightforward, isn't it? The meaning is very clear. I had a lot of things to do during the Lunar New Year, so I didn't reply to her." She called me later, but I didn't answer. I was indeed busy that day and not really interested, so I didn't call her back, essentially standing her up. To be honest, I'm a little intimidated by this woman. I'm afraid that if things really got between us, she'd be difficult and it would affect me, so I decided to leave it at that. "

Now that I know the truth, I've carefully recalled last year's Spring Festival, and I know Luo Heng wasn't lying. I remember that morning I accompanied her to her parents' house, as we do every year. We came back after lunch. Shortly after we got back, she said she was going shopping with her colleagues in the afternoon. After saying that, she went back to the bedroom to change her clothes. I went in to get something in between.

She was wearing a new set of lingerie, both her panties and bra were light pink, and she was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose. I thought she looked really pretty. My wife has a great figure, and this lingerie made her even more perfect. The bra accentuated her already firm and full breasts, with about a third of them exposed. The two mounds of snow-white fat were tightly bound together, creating two deep, beautiful cleavages that looked like a kaleidoscope of flowers against the backdrop of the pink floral pattern." The queen in the bushes was surrounded by admirers.

The lines from her chest down were still perfect; her two full breasts flowed smoothly and naturally into her lower body. Her abdomen contrasted sharply with her breasts, flat and without an ounce of excess fat. All the fat was perfectly distributed in the desired locations on her body, white and smooth.

From her abdomen to her feet, she was tightly encased in flesh-colored pantyhose. The pantyhose looked very high-end, clinging tightly to her body like a natural protective film, almost becoming one with her. The crotch area was slightly different from the lower part, a lighter shade than her thighs. The pink panties she wore blended perfectly with the pantyhose, the pink surface covered with a layer of sheer fabric, making her even more alluring.

And the curves of her legs... Needless to say, the pantyhose, while maintaining its natural look, subtly enhanced her legs, perfectly covering them. The slightly darker dividing line at the top of her thighs naturally indicated the length of her thighs, and its position at the base of her legs suggested that the pantyhose was the most suitable for her leg shape. With every movement of her legs, a fine crease would appear at the bend of her knees, making the pantyhose's presence easily noticeable. The material transitioning to her toes was slightly different, with a noticeable darker color, seemingly to indicate her lower body. That small section of darker color couldn't conceal her deliberately manicured pink nails, which shimmered through the soft silk.

When I entered and saw her, I was momentarily stunned. Her makeup that day was more refined than usual, making her already beautiful features even more radiant; she was incredibly sexy. She was incredibly alluring. Yet, she maintained her aloof beauty, her expression unchanged as I entered. She continued searching for clothes in front of the wardrobe. To me, she truly was a goddess. Coupled with the alcohol I'd had at lunch, the sight of her aroused my body; my penis quickly swelled to its limit.

I stepped forward and pulled her tightly into my arms, one hand cupping her breast, the other around her soft waist. I deliberately pressed my penis against her buttocks. Even through her clothes, I could clearly feel the friction of her buttocks, encased in soft pantyhose, against my penis. My hands could truly feel her full breasts and waist; her skin, like her aura, was cool and smooth. For a moment, I felt myself almost ejaculating.

But she hesitated for a moment, then broke free from my embrace and said, "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer, continuing to embrace her from the front and kissing her cheek. She struggled to break free, saying, "What are you doing in broad daylight? Stop messing around." "

Wife, you're so beautiful," I said, still trying to kiss her.

"Hey! Stop it! I have plans with my colleagues, it's getting late!" "She kept avoiding me, saying, 'It won't take long.' I really wanted it then.

'No, let's talk about it when I get back tonight. Stop messing around, I have to go.' Her expression turned cold,

and I could tell she really couldn't take it. I've always been like this, always going along with her. Seeing that she was a little unhappy, I didn't force her anymore, even though my desire was reaching its peak, I had to endure it. Besides, I felt that what she said was true, and I was afraid of being late.

Actually, I had some thoughts that day. She likes to wear skirts in winter, but she rarely wears flesh-colored stockings, usually black ones, and those stockings were a bit thin, not suitable for this season. I wondered why she would change her underwear and wear such pantyhose when she went shopping, since everything was new, but I only thought about it and didn't suspect anything. I even joked that my professional habit had kicked in again.

At that time, she was wearing a black short skirt, a white top, brown boots, and a red long down jacket over it. I even asked her,

'Why are you changing your underwear when you go shopping?'" “

That one wasn’t comfortable, so I changed into a new one,” she replied quite calmly.

“Aren’t your socks a bit thin? Don’t get cold.”

“It’s okay, I’m wearing a down jacket, and besides, it’s very hot in the mall.”

"Why are you wearing flesh-colored stockings today? It's not like you."

"It's New Year's, I wanted a change of pace. Okay, why do you ask so many questions? Why are you asking so many details about what a man and woman wear? I'm leaving, bye."...

Looking back now, I realize I was just too oblivious. I feel terrible. I had actually made requests of her before, like what kind of underwear she should wear, or what kind of clothes I liked to see her in, but she never took my suggestions seriously. That day, because of a man I'd only known for two days—a man I'd even toyed with—to cater to his tastes and meet his demands, I resolutely wore the clothes he'd given me, braving the cold and disregarding my dignity to actively ask him out again. I even specifically told him I was wearing his favorite underwear, which was basically telling him I didn't ask him out for anything else, just to have sex with him, and that I could do whatever I wanted with him, as long as he could put his penis inside me, I'd agree to any conditions.

At that moment, I was trembling all over. I hated Luo Heng, that bastard. I didn't care if you were a lecher, but he even dared to mess with my wife. It's true that my wife was the one who ultimately offered herself to him, and she went to see him again afterward. But if he hadn't deliberately seduced her beforehand, perhaps that wouldn't have happened. Let's put the first incident aside for now.

Later, he knowingly did that shameless thing to my wife, which I cannot forgive. I admit my thoughts are a bit extreme right now, and my wife may bear more responsibility in this matter. But no one could remain calm in this situation, having such a disgusting experience with the person they love most and the person they hate most. And it happened right under my nose...

Mo Xiaoyan told me the ending without hiding anything. She didn't know I knew Luo Heng; my wife had concealed this truth from her, perhaps afraid of Mo blaming her. As I listened, I imagined the scene, and a bitter, sour feeling welled up inside me...

Now, when I recall the events of that day, there were indeed some unusual things, but I just didn't pay attention. It was early May of that year. A colleague of mine was getting married, and because he needed a few of us friends to help with some wedding arrangements, he treated us to lunch the day before, and also took the opportunity to explain the work. Because it was Saturday, everyone brought their families, and I brought my wife too. Luo Heng was there too. I don't like him, but since my friend invited him, I couldn't object.

My wife acted strangely that day; I could tell. She wasn't particularly emotional, but she was fine on the way here. Once inside, she changed, seemed distracted, and unnatural.

I asked her what was wrong, but she said nothing, so I didn't think much of it. I was mainly talking to my friends about the next day.

Luo Heng was meeting my wife for the first time, so I introduced them, and he smiled and shook her hand.

He was very excited that day, frequently raising his glass to toast and talking animatedly. Later, my wife went to the restroom, and Luo Heng came out a while later, deliberately trying to bump into her. Now, halfway through the drinks, he was slightly drunk. He became unconsciously excited when he saw that the woman I brought was this guy. He hadn't expected that the young woman from before was the wife of someone who always opposed him, so he felt great, like he'd finally gotten his revenge.

According to Mo Xiaoyan, his wife ran into Luo Heng as soon as she came out. She initially resented him, but seeing him now made her feel awkward. She tried to pretend she didn't know him and walk around him, but Luo Heng spoke first.

"So your husband is Zhong Kai?"

"..." His wife didn't answer and continued walking inside.

"You've become even more beautiful lately," Luo Heng said, reaching out to touch her face.

"What are you doing?" His wife, probably still harboring resentment, was angry at his flirtatious gesture in public, and more than anything, she was venting her dissatisfaction. So, she sternly pushed his hand away.

Luo Heng didn't say anything more, smiled slightly, and turned to walk towards the restroom.

His wife never dreamed she would run into him in this place, let alone that her husband knew him, and they seemed to be good friends. She had been extremely nervous. She had almost forgotten about him recently, but seeing him suddenly today, she repeatedly told herself to stay calm and pretend she had never met him before. No matter what she did, she couldn't control her racing heart. Sometimes their eyes would meet unintentionally, and she would hurriedly lower her head.

The moment she bumped into him after leaving the bathroom, she couldn't describe her feelings. She didn't know if it was shame, nervousness, excitement, or hatred. Facing this man she had completely defeated, she couldn't calm down, even after so many days. She felt utterly humiliated in front of him, especially since he had rejected her advances twice. So she tried to pretend she didn't know him and walk past him, but unexpectedly, he greeted her and made a very disrespectful gesture.

They both returned to their rooms as if nothing had happened and continued eating. Luo Heng continued chatting and drinking, while his wife chatted casually with her colleagues' families. But her mind was in turmoil; she couldn't concentrate and kept replaying what had happened outside the door. She hated Luo Heng because of what had happened before and his flippant manner, but now, for some reason, she still couldn't stop looking at him.

As soon as she sat down, she felt her breasts tighten, and her nipples involuntarily hardened, pushing against her bra. She didn't know how to position her legs; her pantyhose felt tight and uncomfortable against her. She hated herself for being so weak and unresponsive, reacting so strongly just because he had touched her face. She had no choice but to go to the bathroom to put on a sanitary pad, otherwise, she was afraid her vaginal discharge would soak her underwear.

Her two sudden changes of position caught my attention. I quietly asked what was wrong. She brushed it off, saying nothing was wrong. When she got to the bathroom, she saw her underwear was already soaked. She blushed with embarrassment and stayed outside for a while before returning.

Of course, I knew nothing about these events, but that night something unexpected happened: Luo Heng came to my house—something I had never seen before. He came alone, bringing gifts—very nice gifts: fine wine, cigarettes, and two sets of expensive cosmetics. I found it strange, and my wife was just as surprised. Actually, her feelings were even more complicated. She hadn't expected Luo Heng to be so bold as to come to our house, but she still maintained a welcoming demeanor. She hadn't told Mo Xiaoyan about his visit because nothing had actually happened.

"What's wrong? What are you doing here today? Why are you being so polite?" After all, he was a guest, and even if I disliked him, I had to maintain appearances.

"Oh, brother, I came to spend some time with you. It's been almost two years, and we haven't had a chance to spend time alone together."

"Well, you're here, so why bring anything?"

"I also came to tell you that I'm leaving tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"The company issued a transfer order yesterday. I'm being sent to Singapore as the general manager of the branch office. There were some issues there, and the higher-ups decided to parachute me in, so it was quite sudden. You've helped me a lot over the years, so this is a way of thanking you."

"Oh, that's good news, a promotion." I agreed.

"What good news? Home is the best place."

"Are you going to the wedding tomorrow?"

"Yes, I have to go. After that, I have to go home and prepare. Time is tight. The company is expediting my visa application, and I have to leave as soon as it's processed, so I won't have time to invite everyone."

We chatted about work for a bit, exchanging a few polite words. That day, I suddenly didn't dislike him as much, probably because he was being transferred, and he was very polite that night.

My wife didn't say much throughout, only interjecting once.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Oh, five years, a five-year term."

We chatted for about half an hour before he got up to leave. Actually, there was a very obvious detail that day, but I didn't think about it in that way: before he arrived, my wife was preparing to take a shower. As soon as he left, she went into the bathroom. I needed to use the restroom, so I just pushed the door open and went in. My wife had just undressed, and I naturally glanced at her body. When I saw her breasts, I noticed her nipples were erect. After all, we've been married for so many years, and I consider myself to know her body very well. Her nipples aren't usually like this; they only become erect when we make love and I caress them—meaning they only become erect when she's sexually aroused. They swell up like two cherries, and the nipples are about twice their size at childbirth, very beautiful. Now, her nipples were erect, just like when she was sexually aroused. I knew this characteristic well. But I only glanced at it and didn't think about it deeply. Actually, she was aroused because she saw Luo Heng.

That night, my wife was preoccupied and went to bed early.

The next morning, we prepared for the wedding. She dressed up meticulously again, wearing beautiful makeup and flesh-colored pantyhose—the same ones Luo Heng had given her—along with white shorts and a yellow jacket over a white fitted top. A pink belt with white metal accents cinched her waist to match the top. The jacket was open, naturally highlighting her full, firm breasts. She wore off-white stilettos and a white anklet on her left foot, also tucked into the stockings. Her long, slender legs shimmered under the stockings, making her incredibly beautiful.

However, I felt her outfit was inappropriate for the occasion, and the weather was a bit chilly. She said it was fine. I told her otherwise, but she wouldn't listen, so I let her be.

My colleague's family hadn't done anything; they handled the preparations. We were mainly responsible for the hotel work. I was so busy that my wife chatted with others when she had nothing else to do, and I didn't pay much attention to her. The wedding hadn't even started that day when my wife came to me saying she wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home. I asked what was wrong and if she was alright. She said she was fine, just had a headache and wanted to go home to rest for a while. I couldn't leave, so I agreed. But then I noticed my wife's pantyhose was missing; she was bare-legged. I asked her why she took it off, and she said it had run, so she took it off and threw it away.

Actually, she was lying. I naturally didn't know what happened in between, but Mo Xiaoyan told me today. I can't really say who's to blame, but I absolutely cannot forgive Luo Heng. A friend's wife is not to be trifled with. He knew it was my wife, but he still did it. As for my wife, she is even more unforgivable, even without the Feng Quan incident.

Luo Heng arrived a little later than us; he was just there to greet the guests. So at first, nothing happened, and he soon saw my wife, but at first, they pretended not to know each other. Later, whether it was a tacit understanding or a coincidence, she went alone into the room prepared for the bride and groom at the hotel. She knew no one was inside, and for some reason, she wanted to stay for a while. But she had only been inside for a short while when Luo Heng came in.

She wasn't surprised; the two stood there looking at each other.

"Hello," Luo Heng said first.

"..." His wife didn't speak, and stood up to leave.

But Luo Heng reached out and grabbed her, and she stopped.

"What are you doing? Let go of me," his wife said.

"Are you still angry with me?"

"Angry at what? Don't touch me."

Luo Heng didn't listen to her; he simply reached out and pulled her into his arms, then silenced her with a kiss.

At this moment, his wife could no longer control herself. In fact, she had been thinking about him since this morning, feeling excited and nervous at the thought of seeing him soon, but also a little disappointed when she remembered him saying he was leaving yesterday. The moment she saw him, she deliberately appeared before him, standing not far away and striking the most feminine pose. She had almost completely exposed her legs, enough for a man to notice from a distance; she wanted Luo Heng to know she was wearing the pantyhose he had given her. His

kiss made her weak in the knees, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, responding passionately. Luo Heng placed his hand on her chest, his touch on her breast sending a jolt through her. She had felt a tightness in her breasts for the past two days, and now it was finally relieved. But she still rationally held onto his hand. In truth, she had already let go of many things; Luo Heng didn't look down on her.

"Please stop. My husband knows you and doesn't want anything to happen between us. We've already gone too far."

"I understand, but I feel terrible. Can I touch your breasts? We might never see each other again."

His wife seemed moved by his words and released his hand. Luo Heng then slipped his hand inside her bra, tightly grasping her breast and rubbing it repeatedly. His wife began to have difficulty breathing from his ministrations. She felt incredibly comfortable; a tingling sensation in her nipples sent electric shocks through her body, making her feel unsteady on her feet.

But Luo Heng didn't stop there. He suddenly moved his hand to her lower body, first gently stroking her thighs. The smoothness of her stockings combined with the softness of her thighs felt wonderful. Then, he reached for her waist, somehow untying her belt and slipping his hand inside. His wife snapped out of her daze and quickly tried to stop him.

"You've gone too far."

"Since it's already like this, let's indulge ourselves this once."

"No."

Luo Heng completely ignored her protests and forcibly pulled down her shorts, exposing his wife's alluring lower body, covered only by pantyhose and underwear. The pantyhose clung tightly to her body, her buttocks high in the air, stretching the pantyhose almost to the point of being thin. Luo Heng's hands roamed frantically between her thighs and buttocks. His wife felt weak and powerless, unable to support herself any longer. She truly loved this man, so she simply relaxed and let him do as he pleased, which was exactly what she wanted.

Luo Heng then moved his hands from her pantyhose and underwear to her lower body, and his wife quickly squeezed her legs together.

Whether his wife couldn't hold on or he pushed her, they both fell onto the bed. Luo Heng pinned her down and pulled down her pantyhose and underwear. He only removed one leg's pantyhose, leaving the other leg bare, with the pantyhose and underwear hanging on it. This exposed her most intimate area to Luo Heng. As I mentioned before, his wife's vagina was beautiful. At this moment, she was completely surrendering, letting him do as he pleased. Her vaginal opening was already wide open, with fluid constantly flowing out.

Luo Heng smiled subtly, without her noticing, and then inserted his fingers into her vagina. His wife shuddered as if electrocuted, then let out a soft moan and instinctively spread her legs wider. Her consciousness was somewhat blurred; she only hoped Luo Heng would quickly insert his penis into her body.

After a while, Luo Heng didn't continue as impatiently as before. Instead, he forcefully dug at her with his fingers a few times before stopping. His wife was basically naked, with only her pantyhose hanging in the air. She couldn't help but feel anxious, so she opened her eyes again and whispered to Luo Heng,

"Can you hurry up?"

"Hurry up for what?"

"You're so annoying..."

At this moment, Luo Heng actually stopped and lay down beside her.

"What else do you want?"

"You know the answer already. Hurry up, okay? Please." After saying that, his wife closed her eyes again and spread her legs wider, completely disregarding her shame and exposing her vagina.

But Luo Heng didn't proceed further. Instead, he said, "Beg me for what? Beg me to fuck you?"

“Hmm,” his wife could only reply, though she didn’t like his way of putting it.

“…No, you can’t take a friend’s wife too far,” Luo Heng said seriously.

“…You bastard!” His wife was stunned for a moment before almost screaming.

“You’re still insulting me? Zhong Kai is my friend, and you’re his wife. I can’t do anything excessive; this is already the limit.”

“Luo Heng, you’re not human!!” his wife yelled.

"Why are you so angry? What's wrong with me? Don't you think this is a good solution? It's fair to you and fair to our friends. I didn't do anything extreme to you."

"Do you think this is fair to our friends?"

"Then what do you want?"

"You have to do it today!"

"Why?"

"You're the first person besides my husband to see my body. You just looked and that's it? How am I supposed to face people after this?"

"If I sleep with you, will I be able to face people?"

"You're leaving soon, and you're not even willing to love me once?"

"No, I have principles. Get up and get dressed quickly, the new bride is coming soon! That's it." Luo Heng said as he stood up.

"You shameless!"

"Go ahead and curse me, I haven't done anything to you anyway. Besides, it's already a great honor for me to see you. I wouldn't even bother looking at many women!"

"You bastard, get out!" My wife almost yelled, then collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Luo Heng actually got out of bed, straightened his clothes, and left the room. My wife knew she couldn't stay there like that, so after a while, she got up too. When she saw the pantyhose she had taken off, she didn't put them back on, but instead ripped them off violently, then tore them apart and threw them into the bathroom trash can.

I don't know what Luo Heng's purpose was. Was it really because of me? Logically speaking, with my wife's looks, few men could resist such temptation, but he didn't. Yet he deliberately flirted with my wife. Was it revenge for our conflict?

I don't know. In any case, this man just left our sight, and my wife's affair ended in her heartbreak and resentment. I was very busy during that time and didn't pay attention to her daily low spirits. She just said she was very tired from work. Then, a few months later, Feng Quan came into her view.

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