[Urban] Adultery: The Countryside's Big Weapon (Complete) - 28-30

Chapter Eleven

: This is basically what happened. This is the whole situation that came to mind after hearing Mo Xiaoyan's account. Actually, at this point, I was surprisingly calm; I just wanted to get to the bottom of things, even though it was very upsetting.

Sometimes I even wondered if I was hallucinating. Was Mo Xiaoyan really talking about my wife? I definitely couldn't believe it.

"Did she come to see you that day?" I asked.

"Yes, she did come to see me," Mo Xiaoyan said.

On the day of the wedding, when my wife said she was going home first, I didn't really pay much attention because I was incredibly busy. But after I finished, I called her, and she said she was fine and felt much better after resting at home for a while. When I got home after the wedding, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. My wife wasn't home. She called and said she had gone shopping with Mo Xiaoyan. She hadn't actually gone home that day; she had gone straight to Mo Xiaoyan's place. Suffering this blow again, she was heartbroken and had to confide in her. But my wife didn't tell her that I also knew Luo Heng; she completely ignored me throughout the whole incident.

She told Mo Xiaoyan that Luo Heng rejected her because he was afraid others would see them. I don't know why she didn't tell me I knew him. Later, she told me she was afraid her friends would talk about her, and being played by Luo Heng like that was too embarrassing for her to talk about. She also felt guilty and felt she had let me down.

There's a reason I know the truth that Mo Xiaoyan didn't know either. Much later, I met Luo Heng online, and he told me the whole story without any concealment—it was a blatant humiliation. I had offended this despicable person, and this was the retribution I received. But that's a story for later; I'll tell you some things beforehand, and we won't go into the details. That

day, Mo Xiaoyan seriously criticized my wife, blaming her for being disobedient and not learning her lesson after already having been with him once. My wife said she understood, but she just couldn't control herself when she saw him. He was the kind of man who could make her feel attracted to him even after marriage; she couldn't help but fall in love with him, and so she lost herself, becoming completely without principles.

Mo Xiaoyan said, "You've learned your lesson this time, haven't you? Don't think about it again. I support your desire for passion, but don't do anything reckless."

After hearing her words, her wife didn't respond much. Instead, she stood up, walked to the window, and gazed into the distance. After a while, she turned around and asked Mo Xiaoyan,

"Xiaoyan, do you think I'm charming?" She asked softly.

"Of course, is that even a question?" Mo Xiaoyan replied.

"I'm starting to doubt it. What charm do I have?"

"I've told you so many times, I'm not lying to you. Back in school, everyone admitted you were charming. Otherwise, why would so many boys have pursued you, making several of my girlfriends envious? Don't lose confidence because of this.

That man is abnormal, he's a pervert," Mo Xiaoyan said

. "I used to think so too, I thought I was pretty good. But after this incident, I really think I overestimated myself. I'm not that attractive to men at all, just an ordinary person," her wife said in a low voice.

"That's not how it is. I told you, that man is obviously a womanizer who's had countless women. People like that have been through too much, so all women are the same to him."

"…Xiaoyan, didn't you always say I was incredibly charming, that no man could resist my allure?" His wife asked, her mind heavy with worry.

"…Yes, that's true."

"But why is he like this? Why is he so reserved? If he's really been with countless women, as you say, then it's not that he has strong willpower, but that I'm not charming enough… He has no desire for me." "

I don't think so. Maybe you're inexperienced. You think you've seduced him, but maybe in his eyes it doesn't even count."

"Not count? What else? Wearing the lingerie he gave me, lying in bed letting him touch me, I felt like I'd already become incredibly cheap. I never imagined I'd be like this, but even so, he wasn't interested. So I was so stupid, thinking so highly of myself!" His wife said loudly, her emotions running high.

"…That's why I say this man is really abnormal. Maybe he's not even a man. He doesn't have the ability at all. Actually, it's only because you're attracted to him. I didn't like him from the start. He seems strong on the surface, but he's actually useless. A paper tiger. He took advantage of me a little and then didn't dare to go any further, afraid of losing face."

"...Is that possible?" His wife seemed somewhat comforted after hearing this

. "Have you seen his...thing?" Mo Xiaoyan asked.

"...No."

"If he were hard, you could feel it even through his clothes. Did he have it?"

"I didn't feel it."

"Then he must be impotent. Otherwise, think about it, what man could remain unmoved when faced with such a beautiful woman lying naked in front of him? Unless he's not a man, so that must be it."

"...Who took it upon themselves! He took it off, and besides, you weren't completely naked!" His wife, filled with shame after hearing Mo Xiaoyan's words, frantically retorted, trying to save face.

"Okay, he forced you. Yes, you weren't completely naked, you were wearing pantyhose." The more Mo Xiaoyan saw her like this, the more ridiculous he found it, and he simply mocked her.

"...You're so annoying!" His wife wished she could disappear into the ground, at a loss for words.

"Why did you throw away that sock?"

"...Why? I almost hated him to death back then!" his wife said.

"Were you feeling pent up? How about I find someone to help you have some fun?" Seeing that his mood had improved, Mo Xiaoyan joked with him.

"...Ugh, no way. I'll never listen to you again, and I'll never do anything like that again." His wife said embarrassedly that

they talked until very late that day. His wife told him she went shopping, but he didn't think much of it, and the matter was forgotten at the time. Mo Xiaoyan said that after her encouragement, his wife's mood gradually improved, and they never mentioned that person again. During that period, I remember my wife's mood was indeed not good. Sometimes she was angry, sometimes she was depressed. I asked her if something was wrong, and she said no, just tired from work. I didn't take it seriously. I don't know how long it took before she returned to normal. Perhaps the whole thing happened only briefly, just a fleeting spark, without any deep feelings involved. Also, my wife has a cold side to her personality, but she has a strong ability to regulate her emotions, so she gradually let go of the matter.

I listened to Mo Xiaoyan's account of my wife and Luo Heng with mixed feelings. She was trying to show me what kind of person my wife was. Indeed, what she said shocked me, revealing a side of my wife that I had never seen before.

The upright and proud image of my wife that I had in my eyes was completely destroyed. I believe Mo Xiaoyan wasn't lying, because Luo Heng also corroborated her words. I don't dare to think about how to face her again. Should I make her pay for everything she did? In that instant, I felt a surge of hatred for everyone, and even considered interrupting Mo Xiaoyan several times. I really wanted to rush over and beat her up. I still believed my wife's actions were partly her fault, but I restrained myself. In any way, I couldn't hit her. Ultimately, the root cause of this was my wife. If she didn't have these thoughts and had a decent character, she would have rejected any attempts to influence her. So, fundamentally, it's her fault.

This whole affair has made me feel utterly ashamed. I always thought Luo Heng was bad, but I never imagined he was this bad. Knowing it was my wife, he still did this. His second encounter with her wasn't out of lust; he clearly had an ulterior motive. If he truly considered me a friend, he wouldn't have acted this way. He used our friendship as an excuse to deliberately humiliate my wife.

I immediately realized Luo Heng wouldn't let this end there; knowing his character, he would definitely contact me.

Luo Heng left a week after the wedding. I clearly remember he sent me a text message the day he left, his words very polite. At the time, I felt a little embarrassed, thinking that my previous opinion of him might have been too subjective. He wasn't as bad as I thought; he even thanked me so much. I hadn't helped him at all over the years; on the contrary, I had embarrassed him.

But after learning about this incident, I completely trusted my intuition. Actually, I'm quite good at judging people. I wasn't wrong back then; he was a petty person, and a vicious one at that. Sure enough, after meeting Mo Xiaoyan for a while, he contacted me again. But I won't go into the details later…

“That's how it is. Now you know what kind of wife you are!” Mo Xiaoyan said confidently.

I didn't doubt her words, even though I didn't know Luo Heng. I knew she was capable of such a thing through the Feng Quan incident. But I didn't let Mo Xiaoyan off the hook either. I felt she wasn't without responsibility. If she hadn't kept defending my wife, saying that marrying me was a mistake, perhaps none of this would have happened.

"You're saying all this just to tell me it's not your fault, that you have no responsibility, and to distance yourself from it, right?!"

"I don't need to distance myself, I just want you to understand the facts," Mo Xiaoyan said.

"Do you think you bear no responsibility at all?" I sneered and said

, "You want to say again that I instigated your wife, but I've said it before, Tong Xue is my best friend. I don't want to see her unhappy, I don't want her to live such a dull life forever. You two aren't a good match, and I can only think of my best friend! Besides, if she doesn't agree with my opinion, there's nothing I can do. But can't you see it from Luo Heng's situation? She longs for a more romantic and passionate life, but all these years of your bland marriage have suppressed her. But actually, this is only temporary; she'll explode sooner or later." Mo Xiaoyan said

, and I was truly speechless. Perhaps she was right. Looking back on these years of marriage, I considered myself quite happy. I believed life should be simple, but I hadn't considered her feelings. Indeed, I had hardly brought her any surprises over the years.

I stared silently at the cigarette in my hand, not because I had nothing to say to Mo Xiaoyan, but simply because I was too lazy to argue. She wasn't acting on the basis of social morality, but rather out of personal considerations. According to her, she did this precisely because she was her best friend. If my wife didn't know her, perhaps we would continue living this mundane life, but perhaps, as she said, she would suppress her feelings until she exploded.

"What is it about me that doesn't satisfy her?" I wondered, whether talking to myself or asking her.

"I already said it, you're wasting your time with her. You're really not right for her. Women are sometimes just toys, but you don't know how to play with her. I'm being direct, but I'm not trying to provoke you. You probably need a wife who is a virtuous and loving mother, someone whose only interest is managing the household; she cares about nothing else and has no interest in anything else. But she's not that kind of person. You probably pursued Tong Xue mostly because she was beautiful, but you don't know how to use such a rare resource. You can't utilize her potential, so it's a waste. And you won't change."

"I don't understand, can you explain it clearly? What special requirements does a beautiful woman have? What do you mean I don't

know how to play with her?" Her words were harsh. I stared into her eyes, gritting my teeth as I asked, "Of course, you were overestimating yourself when you pursued her. Beautiful women are meant to be admired by men, but you don't know how to appreciate them at all. She definitely has more needs. In this respect, you're like a country bumpkin who's never seen the world; even if you're given abalone, you can't appreciate its deliciousness." Mo Xiaoyan retorted without backing down.

"...Did she tell you that?!" I was trying my best to suppress my anger, but I didn't know how to refute her. Her words were too harsh. So that's how she saw me.

"It's a conclusion I've drawn from my understanding of her!" Mo Xiaoyan saw through my... Her face hardened, but she didn't back down.

"Go to hell! You think all women live like you, just for sex? Living a life inseparable from men, indulging in debauchery and shamelessness—that's happiness? Society is broken up because of shameless sluts like you. Don't you think your character is corrupt, your morality gone? Don't you feel guilty for what you're doing? You still have the nerve to talk about your philosophy of life in front of me? I'm ashamed for you. I really don't understand how my wife could be friends with someone like you! If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened! You wait, I'll never forgive you!" I finally couldn't contain my anger and yelled at her,

"Ha... why are you such a failure? It's because..." "You're so unconventional, everything about you is... Don't use these grand principles as an excuse to criticize me. I understand better than you, and our views will never be the same, so I don't bother arguing with you. Don't bring up the fact that your wife had an affair because of me, and that I even stopped Luo Heng from doing it. Did she listen? Why do I say you don't understand her at all? That's just how she is. She's not wrong. She can't get what a beautiful woman deserves from you, so she has to look elsewhere. Ultimately, it's your fault for not knowing how to use her." Mo Xiaoyan wasn't afraid at all and retorted without backing down,

"Don't give me that crap! Do you think I don't understand my wife? Don't you dare say I wouldn't play with her. How can you say such things about a woman? Even if she cheated on me..." "Unlike you, who's always so lewd and shameless!" I really loathed her saying things like I didn't know how to use my wife; it was a direct insult to me, so I couldn't help but curse her back.

"...Ha! Since you're cursing me, I won't hold back either. You know your wife? You're so self-important. Don't even mention knowing her; when I said 'playing' was a nice way of putting it. Do you know what positions she likes? Do you know when she wants it most? Do you know where she's most sensitive? Have you ever seen her have a real orgasm? That's why I call you a farmer; if you can't play with her well, she won't treat you well, and you won't enjoy her fully. When I said you didn't know how to 'play' with your wife, it was actually a nice way of putting it. You've never even seen what a real woman looks like."

"You're talking nonsense!" I couldn't control my voice and yelled those three words. Because I'm not very good with words, I didn't know what to say next

. "Getting angry and cursing won't solve anything. Am I wrong?"

I could barely hear what Mo Xiaoyan was saying. I tried to calm myself down and control my emotions. I didn't want to argue with this woman anymore; it was pointless. We were both silent for a long time, but I kept replaying her words in my mind. I really didn't understand why I hadn't satisfied her. In my opinion, she had always been a very indifferent person when it came to sex. She herself had said that she wasn't like some women; she didn't have excessive demands in this kind of thing, and it seemed that was indeed the case over the years. But I felt that our sex life was still very normal. She had never made any demands during sex. Sometimes when I suggested changing positions, she wouldn't agree, saying I was too much of a pervert. I tried to suggest some different positions, but she never seemed interested. After all, we've been married for so many years, and we've become more and more indifferent to this. If we want to, we do it. Afterwards, when I ask her, she always says it was fine, or that she's happy as long as you're happy. I really never felt that she was dissatisfied

. In my eyes, she really is a woman who doesn't value this kind of thing, so I've always been at ease and not worried that I can't satisfy her or that she'll seek pleasure elsewhere. I also absolutely trust her character; she's always been indifferent to men, so I'm never worried. I now think that maybe I was wrong. After hearing about Luo Heng's situation, I was devastated. He humiliated me like that, and I don't seem to know how to fight back.

I don't want to believe it's true, because in all the years we've been together, my wife has never gotten wet without any arousal. Over the years, I've thought I knew her erogenous zones, and that stimulation beforehand would be effective, but this has never been so extreme. The so-called weaknesses I know about her aren't really secrets to me. She doesn't like me touching or kissing her vagina; she says there's no reason, she just doesn't like it, and it seems like she doesn't feel anything when I touch her. Her breasts are sensitive to touch, which is my most common way of stimulating her. A little rubbing will make her nipples hard, but even then, she doesn't get wet. Even when I'm inside her, I've never seen this much fluid leak from her vagina. But with Luo Heng, her physiology has changed. Just looking at him gives her such a strong reaction. What is her orgasm like? I don't know, because she always says it's good, and she doesn't want to talk about it too much; if she talks about it too much, she'll say I'm indecent. …

Maybe Mo Xiaoyan is right; it's not that my wife is frigid, but that I don't understand her at all. She might not actually lack interest in sex; it's just that I can't arouse her desire. But is that really that important to her? Is that the root of her happiness? I don't understand, I really don't understand.

"Is that why she's with that student?" I asked, still pretending to be calm

. "No, you're wrong. Don't assume Tong Xue is a promiscuous woman just because of that. She's not like that.

She's just a normal woman, yearning for a happier life."

"You think Luo Heng is unreliable, but do you think this student is reliable? You're encouraging him?"

"You're wrong. I initially thought it was unreliable too, but this boy is at least more innocent than Luo Heng. I initially advised her to stop, that this was dangerous, after all, he's just a child. But as time went on, I realized it wasn't like that."

"Then what happened? What do you mean?"

"If it were just the boy loving her, that would be fine, but Tong Xue loves him just as much, which surprised me. Since that's the case, I don't need to stop her, and besides, I can't stop her anyway."

"Love? Don't you find that ridiculous?" Hearing this, my somewhat calmed heart surged with excitement again.

Mo Xiaoyan didn't speak, but picked up her phone from the table and quickly scrolled through it. My heart instantly tightened with tension; I wondered what she was going to show me.

Then, she handed me the phone; it contained a photo. I don't know how I felt before seeing this photo, but I knew my heart was pounding. I dared not look, but I had no choice.

The photo was taken in the suburbs, with green mountains and grass, seemingly early summer. The person in the photo was a tall boy embracing my wife from behind. I knew that boy was Feng Quan, because I had met him before. He was indeed a very handsome boy; even bent over, he was half a head taller than my wife. In his arms, my usually tall wife looked slightly petite. He was wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt and dark jeans; he was undeniably handsome and sunny. My wife was wearing a white silk blouse, open at the waist, revealing a pink tight-fitting t-shirt underneath, white hot pants, black stockings, and white sandals. The photo was so clear that you could even see her pink toes hidden inside the stockings. It was heartbreaking to watch. The boy had his arms tightly around her waist, and my wife was deliberately leaning back, almost against him, her hands gripping his arms. This made her already firm breasts stand up even higher, and the boy's arms were pressed against the lower edge of her breasts, creating a slight indentation. I could imagine the soft texture his arms felt. My wife's left leg was bent, and her right leg was straight. Those beautiful legs, without exaggeration, could overshadow the surrounding scenery. It seemed like the boy's leg was also pressed against the back of her right leg. The unique feel of the stockings combined with the smooth skin of her thighs—even if he were wearing pants, he could probably feel the indescribable beauty of that touch. The boy was expressionless, with a cool gaze, while his wife smiled, gazing ahead, a slight blush on her cheeks and a touch of tenderness on her face. An unspoken joy radiated from her; she was clearly enjoying the moment.

"What do you mean by showing me this?" I knew getting angry wouldn't help.

"Didn't you say you didn't believe me? Look at this photo, does she love him?"

Honestly, it had been so long since we'd gone on a trip together, and I hadn't seen her with that expression in ages. She looked almost unfamiliar in the photo; she seemed even more radiant and beautiful. I didn't know what had made her so happy, but it was clear it was genuine. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness; a strong sense of jealousy overwhelmed me. Had we ever shared moments like this? I honestly couldn't remember.

"...Does she really love him?" I felt a chill run through me, unsure how to answer.

"Yes!" Mo Xiaoyan answered firmly.

"Did she tell you?" I asked.

"No need to say, I can't tell. Since we've come this far, I don't need to tell you anything."

"Then how did you figure it out?"

"After they got together, Tong Xue did change a lot, some changes even surprised me."

"What changes?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"..."

"Alright, then I'll tell you, so you can understand completely and stop having any lingering feelings. Actually, listen to my advice and be rational, give her up, because she's not worth your love anymore. To you, she's just a withered flower now." The sun

was already setting, and dusk had arrived without us realizing it. My feelings reflected this moment. Since I couldn't keep her, there was no need to force it. I listened to what she said; my heart was broken, so there was nothing left to care about. I listened quietly as Mo Xiaoyan recounted the whole story, how my wife and Feng Quan got together. I had made up my mind, so there was nothing I was afraid to hear. Mo Xiaoyan recounted the events in great detail. I would occasionally interrupt her to ask her questions, and she would begin her story, albeit haltingly…

That day, my wife had initiated the meeting with Mo Xiaoyan because she felt she could only tell her about her affair with Feng Quan.

Initially, she hadn't mentioned it, thinking Feng Quan was just a child, simply fooling around. However, several subsequent events changed her perspective, leading her to seek out Mo Xiaoyan. She intended to mention it casually, but Mo Xiaoyan immediately sensed my wife's interest. She initially found it amusing, jokingly suggesting I date him, to which my wife retorted that she was crazy. Mo Xiaoyan didn't take it seriously, believing it impossible, but after hearing that my wife had been touched by him, she encouraged her to be bold if she liked him. My wife, however, remained serious, saying it was impossible. I had already heard everything from my wife; she hadn't lied or hidden anything. Now, let's start with that resort.

That night, my wife finally succumbed to Feng Quan's relentless advances and, in a somewhat dazed state, had sex with him. Afterwards, she seemed to suddenly wake up, realizing she had made a terrible mistake. She had actually had a relationship with a man other than her husband. It was truly her first time. Even though she had always been dissatisfied with me, I never thought I would take such a step so quickly, especially with such an outrageous man…

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. First, she started crying, then she pushed Feng Quan away and lay on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Feng Quan was startled, not knowing why she was crying, and he was at a loss for what to do…

“What’s wrong?” Feng Quan was indeed a little flustered. He had never seen his wife like this, especially after a tender moment together.

“…” His wife ignored him, casually pulled the sheet over herself, lay on the bed, covered her face with her hands, and cried loudly.

“Don’t be like this, can you tell me what’s wrong?” He didn’t know what to say.

His wife just lay there crying for more than ten minutes. Feng Quan was helpless and just sat there watching her, not knowing what to say. He was also a little scared. When his wife’s crying subsided, he gently nudged her.

“Don’t cry, tell me what’s wrong!”

He reached out to hug her again after he finished speaking, but unexpectedly, his wife suddenly sat up and kicked him hard. Then she started hitting him repeatedly, venting all her guilt and anger on Feng Quan.

"Feng Quan, you bastard!" she yelled as she hit him.

"What did I do?" Feng Quan was a little panicked and didn't know what to say.

"What did you say? What am I supposed to do after you did this?!" She didn't stop hitting him,

and Feng Quan didn't dare to dodge. He didn't even recognize the naked, disheveled woman in front of him, her eyeshadow washed away by tears, her dark circles under her eyes, as the teacher he had always admired. The truth was indeed as she said, and he was speechless. He had only thought about his momentary pleasure and hadn't considered her feelings...

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'm willing to take responsibility," Feng Quan said, but he didn't feel much guilt. In his view, matters between men and women were very common and nothing to worry about. If it were any other girl acting like this, he would have even ignored her. But his wife felt different to him.

"How will you take responsibility?" After venting for a while, his wife calmed down a bit, but she still scolded him like a student, only this tone seemed a bit ridiculous in this situation. She was completely naked, wrapped in a sheet, the bed a mess after the storm.

"I don't know," Feng Quan said softly, unsure what to say.

"Then you dare to say it like that?" His wife was both amused and exasperated by his answer.

"Didn't you say it was all my fault? Then I can only admit my mistake!"

"You actually think you're not wrong, right?"

"Loving you isn't wrong!"

"If you love me, then you have to..." His wife didn't finish her sentence.

"I have to do what?" Feng Quan seemed to know the answer already.

"Have you thought about the consequences of doing this?" His wife didn't answer.

"No, I never think about the consequences of my actions!" Feng Quan quickly replied.

"..." His wife was speechless, but deep down she didn't dislike the boy's bluntness.

"What consequences do you need me to bear? I'm willing to bear them!" Feng Quan spoke again.

"I'll make you disappear forever. I don't want to see you again. Are you willing?"

"No!" Feng Quan said firmly.

"Didn't you say you were willing to bear anything?"

"Only this is not allowed!"

"Why?"

"I love you, I can't bear not seeing you!" Feng Quan said seriously.

"...Don't say anymore, I need to calm down for a while. Take me home, I'm really confused." His wife genuinely didn't know what to do, so she made this request to Feng Quan. Although he was reluctant, he had no choice but to take her home. That day, Feng Quan called her several times and sent her a few text messages, but she didn't reply.

He was away on a business trip, and no one else was home. She hid in bed, reliving everything that had happened. It felt like a dream. It was already late at night, and she couldn't sleep. Like a child who had made a mistake, she didn't know what to do. The first person she thought of was Mo Xiaoyan, so she turned on her computer. Sure enough, she was online.

She briefly told Mo Xiaoyan what had happened. Mo was shocked and excited, feeling that his friend had finally seen the light. So he rushed to my house and listened to my wife's account.

"What should I do?" he asked. After she finished, my wife asked,

"What can you do? What do you hope for?"

"Sigh, I think I should change jobs. I'm too ashamed to face anyone," my wife sighed.

"What are you talking about? What's the big deal?" Mo Xiaoyan asked, puzzled.

"You're so open-minded, but how am I supposed to face people at work? What if my colleagues find out? How am I supposed to live?" My wife said apologetically,

"You're taking it too seriously. Just act like nothing happened. What are your plans for him in the future? Do you want to have a long-term relationship with him?"

"Absolutely not. I was so foolish yesterday, I just didn't mean it..."

"Come on, stop pretending. You're still pretending with me."

"I'm not pretending. I really won't talk to him anymore. This is just too absurd!"

"I don't believe you!"

"Let's see!"

That night they didn't discuss the matter much, but Mo Xiaoyan felt that his wife wouldn't just let it end like that. However, she still had a positive attitude towards her friend's courage to take this step. She said that life should be like this.

His wife continued to work as usual, and Feng Quan also showed up at class on time. He was very natural, as if nothing had happened, while his wife was very nervous and dared not meet his eyes. During that time, she deliberately avoided him. Feng Quan was also aware that on

Tuesday afternoons after school, his wife was preparing lessons alone in her office when someone knocked on the door. It was Feng Quan who entered. Her heart pounded. She knew Feng Quan wouldn't just leave things like this, but his appearance still left her bewildered.

"Teacher Tong!" Feng Quan walked politely to her desk.

"...What do you want?"

"It's time for my tutoring today."

"...I think it's better to forget it. You should find someone else." His wife didn't know what to say

. "...Why are you suddenly like this?..."

"Okay, stop talking!"

"...Do you hate me?"

"Please stop talking, okay? I don't want to talk about it anymore." After saying that, his wife stood up to leave.

Feng Quan reached out and grabbed her, then pulled her into his arms. His wife struggled to break free, saying, "If you keep doing this, I'll resign right now and leave this school forever."

Feng Quan could only let go, and his wife quickly left the room. She didn't want to threaten him with such extreme words, but she was an adult and could look at the problem more rationally.

The day after this incident, I finally returned home after a business trip of over a month. To be honest, I really missed home. I remember not noticing anything wrong with her when I got back. We went to bed early that night, and she cooperated fully, satisfying my pent-up desires. Afterwards, I felt very tired, chatted with her for a while, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, life returned to normal, and everything seemed back to normal. But that's only how I saw it. My wife's mindset was actually quite unstable. Feng Quan hadn't come to class since that incident, and his parents had personally called the grade head to ask for leave. His parents had very close relationships with several school leaders, and the reasons were obvious.

My wife started to feel very uneasy, as if she had done something wrong. She understood why Feng Quan wasn't coming to school. He'd done the same thing before, and she hadn't paid much attention at first, but later, for some reason, she found herself thinking about him more and more, constantly recalling what had happened. When she thought about that night at the resort, her body reacted. To be honest, that night Feng Quan had given her a pleasure she'd never experienced before; the fullness of her vagina made her feel like she was dying and being reborn. The longer it lasted, the more she savored the feeling. Sometimes she even scolded herself for being so attached to that unspeakable thing. She knew that her relationship with Feng Quan wouldn't end there. As her feelings grew stronger, things inevitably escalated.

I don't think I did anything wrong that day; it's just that she was willing to use it as a trigger. That night, I was in the mood and suggested we have some passion. She seemed a bit preoccupied and half-heartedly agreed. But once we did it, it felt pretty good. I felt she was more enthusiastic than usual, constantly moaning softly, her voice very pleasant. Just before I ejaculated, she even unusually shouted a few times. In my opinion, it ended quite pleasantly. Afterwards, we lay in bed chatting as usual. After a while, she hugged me again

and said, "Honey, I want more!" My wife whispered to me from her bed

. This was really something new to me; she had never made such a request before.

"What's wrong with you today?" I asked.

"...Nothing, I just want more."

"Ha, they say women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty, and you're not even thirty yet, already?!" I

said, half-jokingly. "You're so annoying, I'm ignoring you!" She turned around and

hugged me from behind. So, that day, for the first time ever, we did it a second time in such a short time. During the process, she told me several times to go harder, but I thought it was just her expressing pleasure and didn't pay much attention. So, the second time was basically the same as the first time.

To be honest, I was really tired. Work was tiring enough, and we'd been married for many years, so there wasn't much novelty left.

"How was it? Did you enjoy it this time?" I asked.

"It was okay," she replied expressionlessly.

"What's wrong?" I could tell she was unhappy.

"Nothing, let's rest."

I still have to admit that my wife's behavior was very unusual; she had never done this before, but I didn't pay much attention. She must have thought of Feng Quan when we were making love, so her body was unusually aroused. But I couldn't reach the same level as Feng Quan on their first time making love, which is normal. The environment and the people are different; how could I possibly reach that level? She felt very disappointed and empty inside. She lay down and couldn't sleep, while I quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day was the weekend. I remember clearly that she was in a bad mood all day, getting angry over the smallest things. At first, I did what I always did, coaxing her and not taking it to heart. But later I got a little impatient and said, "I finally have a day off, why are you always throwing a tantrum?" That night, I finally exploded. I was already exhausted from work, and instead of caring, she threw a tantrum at me. So we had a very fierce argument, something that hadn't happened in all our years of marriage.

I was really angry that night. For so many years of marriage, I've listened to her in everything and always tolerated her. Actually, I wasn't doing this willingly. How could a man in this industry not have a temper? But I didn't want to get angry with her. When I was pursuing her, I vowed to treat her well for the rest of my life, and that's what I've been doing all these years. But today was really strange. Eventually, I couldn't hold it in anymore, and all the pent-up emotions exploded. I said some really harsh things, like she thought I wasn't good enough and should find someone better…

After a while, she stopped talking to me, went into the bedroom alone with tears in her eyes, and slammed the door shut.

I was alone in the living room smoking, my mind a complete mess.

About twenty minutes later, she changed her clothes and came out of the bedroom, put on her shoes, and went straight out. I didn't stop her, pretending not to see anything, something that's never happened before. Maybe it was fate, something that couldn't be stopped no matter what.

My wife was very heartbroken that day. She didn't know where she was going after leaving home; she just didn't want to stay there. Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, a black car parked next to her opened its door, and a tall figure stepped out. She knew that figure all too well—it was the student she had tried to hate for so many days, the one she couldn't bring herself to hate, the one she couldn't stop thinking about. She had been restless and anxious about him these past few days, perhaps because she hadn't seen him. She never expected him to appear here.

"Where are you going so late?" Feng Quan stepped forward to her.

"What are you doing here?" His wife felt a strange mix of emotions; it wasn't resentment, but she maintained a serious expression.

"Waiting for you. I've been waiting for you for days," Feng Quan said. "...Why were you waiting for me?" His wife felt a genuine sense of relief. Perhaps it was because she was still upset after their argument, but seeing the student who had been causing her so much distress brought her a sense of relief. Knowing he wouldn't disappear

, she said, "I don't want to do anything, I just miss you. I don't know why you're ignoring me, I want to talk to you and get to the bottom of this." Feng Quan's tone was calm but firm

. "...I don't want to talk about this now. Go home, I have to go out." His wife didn't know how to answer, so she could only respond in this evasive way. But she didn't want Feng Quan to really leave like this

. To her surprise, Feng Quan walked up to her in one step, then reached out and hugged her tightly. His wife's mind went blank, but she quickly regained her composure and tried to break free from him, but Feng Quan showed no intention of letting go.

"I won't let go until you explain yourself."

It was around 9 p.m., and people were still walking by downstairs. It wouldn't be good if they saw them like this.

"Let go first, let's talk somewhere else." His wife had no choice; she knew this boy meant what he said, and he wouldn't care about the consequences.

Feng Quan let go, and the two got into Feng Quan's car. My wife was actually very nervous. She didn't know if I was following behind or if I had seen what had just happened. But since things had already turned out this way, it didn't matter anymore. What's meant to be will be...

Feng Quan quickly started the car and drove out of the community. Neither of them spoke. My wife's feelings were complicated. She knew that even if we argued fiercely, what she was doing now was wrong. She had already made a mistake once and didn't want to make another one, but her irresistible attraction to Feng Quan clearly prevailed. She also comforted herself by thinking that it was nothing to just sit with a student for a while.

Feng Quan had somehow driven into a very upscale community. He went straight to the underground parking lot and skillfully found what seemed to be his designated spot.

"Let's go, get out," Feng Quan finally spoke.

"Where is this?" his wife asked.

"My home."

"Why did you bring me to your house? I'm not going!"

"It's nothing, this is the house we recently bought. No one's home; my parents went to Guangzhou."

"...Then I still won't go." His wife felt she absolutely couldn't go; she didn't know what would happen if she went up. Although conflicted, she tried her best to control herself.

"Why?"

"No reason! I just don't want to go. You can say what you want to say here!"

“Let’s go upstairs. I don’t like staying in the car, it’s too stuffy. Don’t worry, I’ll listen to you,” Feng Quan said, almost pleadingly.

His wife didn’t know what to say. Since things had come to this point, she figured they should go upstairs. Besides, she didn’t want to stay in the car either; it was probably related to her mood, she really did feel stuffy. So she opened the car door…

Feng Quan then got out and led her into the elevator. This community was indeed very nice; the parking lot elevator went directly to his apartment, which was on the 21st floor. The two entered the apartment. His wife habitually looked around the layout; the decor was luxurious, the whole style was European. The living room was large. Feng Quan had his wife sit on the sofa, got her an unknown foreign drink, and then sat on the other side.

“What do you want to say?” His wife didn’t say anything unnecessary, getting straight to the point:

“Why are you ignoring me? Your attitude towards me has changed so much.” Feng Quan asked directly,

“…Don’t you understand?”

“I don’t understand, just because we had sex?” Feng Quan’s tone was even a little anxious.

"...Can you please stop talking about this? I've made a mistake once and I have my own way of taking responsibility. I don't want to make the same mistake again. You're too young to understand some things. Anyway, let's leave it at that. If you truly respect me, then pretend this never happened and never mention it to anyone else. If I hear anything about it, I'll resign immediately and leave this school forever."

"I don't understand. I just love you. I'm willing to be good to you for the rest of my life. Don't think I'm a child. I'll take responsibility for you. I can even marry you right now. Please stop! I beg you!" Feng Quan became even more anxious after hearing his wife's words.

"...You're too naive." His wife was both amused and exasperated by his words, but felt a strange joy inside.

"So you mean you won't talk to me anymore?"

"I'm your teacher. I'm just doing what I should do."

"..." Feng Quan lowered his head and remained silent.

"Feng Quan, you're still so young, don't think like that." Seeing him like this, his wife felt a little sorry for him.

Feng Quan didn't say anything, but suddenly he stood up and sat down next to my wife. He reached out and hugged her tightly, then forced his mouth to hers. My wife immediately felt a wave of weakness wash over her. She was very familiar with this feeling, feeling surrounded by a strong sense of security. This was something she had never felt from me before, and it might have come from her anger towards me. It seemed to be the feeling she had been anticipating these past few days, but she still struggled fiercely, yet she felt utterly powerless. She knew she couldn't break free from him; she knew that from the moment she decided to come up with him, something unusual would happen. Perhaps it was also psychological; she truly missed him…

Feng Quan kissed her passionately, and his wife still struggled subtly. He recklessly reached his hand inside her bra. His wife's breasts seemed to have been prepared, eagerly welcoming his arrival. The moment she was touched, she felt a jolt of electricity throughout her body. The intense sensation released spontaneously there was irresistible. It wasn't that her heart wasn't firm; it was that her breasts were independent and no longer under her control, but the stimulation was unbearable for her.

Feng Quan's large hands were still as strong as ever. His wife's breasts became unusually aroused in his hands, her nipples hardening and erect, constantly releasing that special current throughout her body. This feeling was familiar; her body desperately craved deeper stimulation. As her strength rapidly drained, her breathing became difficult, and she involuntarily began to gasp.

"You...don't...do...me..." his wife said, almost enunciating each word, feeling that saying these words had used all her strength.

"I missed you so much," Feng Quan simply pressed her down with his body, then whispered softly in her ear. But his hands didn't leave; instead, they changed from caressing to kneading, the pressure just right, making her feel even more comfortable. Her breasts were already a very sensitive area on her body, and now, with Feng Quan's perfectly timed fondling, her defenses completely crumbled.

"Me too...!...Oh...!" This intense feeling completely dominated her brain, compelling her to utter her first truly unrestrained words of the night. Her wife spoke these words in a completely tender woman's voice, followed by another unrestrained "Oh" due to the intense sensations in her body. Then, her whole body became completely limp. At this point, she was powerless to resist even the smallest creature attacking her, and she was powerless to escape even a natural disaster...

Feng Quan heard this sound again. He understood what this soft moan meant, and he could clearly feel his wife's body relaxing, but he knew that his wife had completely lost her ability to resist and could only let him do as he pleased.

He then reached into her waistband. His wife had been wearing jeans with a short cotton jacket over a plain white cashmere sweater. He roughly pulled down her pants, revealing a pair of warm black pantyhose, a form-fitting undergarment, clinging tightly to her body. Her legs still had that perfect curve, and her buttocks were lifted high by the tight fit. His hand began to roam over her lower body. The soft texture of the pantyhose combined with her supple skin felt unparalleled.

His wife's feelings were even more pronounced than his. Feng Quan's large hands were already quite skilled, his touch perfectly positioned to caress every part of her body she desired. This alone was almost unbearable for her. Her pantyhose, seemingly aiding Feng Quan, now possessed a special function: this usually unremarkable garment clung tightly to every inch of her skin. His caresses, penetrating the silk, created an even stronger sensation—an indescribable comfort spreading throughout her body, making her feel as if she were on fire.

Feng Quan seemed to feel that mere caresses weren't enough to fully release his desire. He lay on top of her and began kissing every corner of her lower body. This time, unlike before, he wasn't afraid his wife might suddenly change her mind. He wanted to fully enjoy the body he had been dreaming of. His mouth was more sensitive than his hands; the soft, silky stockings gave his mouth and tongue an indescribable feeling of comfort. The faint fragrance emanating from the stockings constantly filled his nostrils, making him even more intoxicated. His wife could also clearly feel the faint liquid left by Feng Quan's lips, seeping through her pantyhose and onto her skin. That liquid seemed to transform into an electric current, flowing through every inch of her skin.

He kissed every inch of her lower body, then turned her over, making her lie face down in front of him. The scene before him felt like a dream, not only greatly stimulating his vision but also giving him a strange sense of awe. A feeling of pride and confidence he had never experienced before, along with a powerful sense of conquest, welled up from the depths of his heart. Although he had been with countless women, he had never felt this way before.

When he was pursuing my wife, he had thought things through calmly and discussed the feasibility of the matter with his friends. However, his friends and he both thought it was absurd and the chances of success were slim. They thought that the teacher who had haunted his dreams could not possibly be so absurd. But now, looking at the scene before him, his upper body was covered with a patch of snow-white, delicate skin, with only two thin white bra straps still shyly and alluringly hanging there. His lower body, tightly wrapped in black pantyhose, was limp and slumped on the sofa. The perfect curve of his legs, which were shimmering with black stockings, was truly dazzling. His taut buttocks were also raised, whether intentionally or naturally, as if afraid that his beautiful legs would steal the spotlight and vying to show off their presence.

He started kissing his wife's back again. When his lips reached her buttocks, his wife felt an even stronger sensation. She involuntarily raised her buttocks and spread her legs wider, as if to remind him that this was a sensitive area and that he should take extra care of her. At this moment, she was completely unaware of how lewd her actions were. She was not doing this to seduce Feng Quan, but simply to fully enjoy Feng Quan's flirting. March 14th, Chapter Twelve:

Feng Quan's mouth was getting closer and closer to that most important part, and his wife's feelings were getting stronger and stronger. It seemed that something was constantly wriggling inside. She felt like something was blocking her entire vulva, and liquid was slowly flowing out from there. But something was sealing it and it couldn't open up easily. It needed external force to open the gate completely. She even hoped that Feng Quan could be faster. The moment his mouth touched there, she felt a surge of blood throughout her body. Her vagina quickly opened a gate, and the liquid inside gushed out uncontrollably. Pantyhose and underwear could not stop this surging tide. In an instant, the dam broke, and the liquid seemed to have no intention of stopping. It continued to flow outward.

His wife could no longer control her unbearable physical reaction and involuntarily let out moans that were a mixture of pain and pleasure, as if this was the only way she could relieve the torment in her body.

"Oh...!" She still tried her best to control her tone, embarrassed to let Feng Quan know that she could no longer endure it, but she was clearly already losing her strength...

Feng Quan was now consumed by lust. He wasn't doing this to seduce my wife, but to satisfy his intense desire for her body. His wife's voice seemed to encourage him, so he sucked even more desperately at the perfect beauty before him. The fluid flowing from her vagina soaked through her pantyhose and was sucked into his mouth; it seemed to have a sweet taste. He knew that the sole purpose of that fluid was to serve his penis; it only flowed when her vagina welcomed him…

So he quickly removed his clothes, and his enormous, youthful penis proudly bulged against his underwear. She glanced at it and shyly averted her gaze, but she also desperately wanted it to enter her body quickly, to relieve the unbearable itching in her vagina. She knew that the root of all her pain lay there; once Feng Quan's penis entered, everything would be resolved.

Her desire surpassed everything else; if Feng Quan were to leave now, she felt she would surely die from the unbearable pain. Her eyes were glazed, and she lay there limply, almost instinctively raising her buttocks and spreading her legs, deliberately displaying her private parts to him. At this point, she had only this much mobility; she had no strength left, and even moving was an impossible task. She could only present her body to him, hoping for his frenzied ravaging.

Feng Quan was even more anxious. The teacher lay motionless before him, like a defeated opponent, utterly powerless to resist. Her upper body had already been stripped down to a bra, and her lower body was tightly bound by black pantyhose and underwear. Her long, slender legs and full, high buttocks were even more perfectly accentuated by the black silk. Although the pantyhose were thick, they couldn't completely conceal the true nature of her sexy skin. He had already witnessed the most mysterious and beautiful sight in the world, but after so many days, he still desperately longed to return to that mysterious place. The beauty there was enough to make one drool just by gazing at it. Perhaps a woman's vagina and appearance really are proportional; a beautiful woman's vagina is beautiful too, at least my wife's is. Unfortunately…

he first … After removing his wife's bra, her breasts eagerly sprang out. These breasts were truly perfect: snow-white, full, firm, without a trace of sagging. They even surpassed most of the breasts of girls his age that he had played with. It was no exaggeration to say that these were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. The two nipples at the peaks were pink and delicate, standing firmly atop the breasts, seemingly displaying their affection to Feng Quan, yearning to be nourished by him…

Feng Quan, of course, understood their meaning. She eagerly put it in her mouth, her tongue immediately feeling like it was touching a cool, tender nut. She let it roam happily under his tongue's ministrations. Meanwhile, the other nipple, unable to enjoy the same treatment, became restless and began to protest the injustice it suffered against its master's body. The wife felt the neglected breast swelling, threatening to destroy itself if not soothed. At this moment, Feng Quan's hands tightly embraced his body, and his mouth was frantically moving towards the other... With one breast attacking relentlessly, the wife had no time to attend to the other's feelings. Helpless, she reached for her other breast, hoping to soothe its pain with her meager strength.

However, this only slightly eased the discomfort before Feng Quan suddenly intensified his sucking, simultaneously grabbing one of her breasts with his own. Her previously pampered genitals were now neglected. The intense stimulation of her breast seemed to awaken her vagina, which began to fiercely resist. The wife felt an overwhelming surge of sensation in her lower body. At this moment, the vagina was the leader of her entire body; once it protested, the reactions of all other organs were instantly overwhelmed. She could clearly feel her vagina suddenly expanding several times its normal size, her labia rapidly everting. The softer, inner skin was suddenly exposed, touching her underwear, causing her intense sensitivity. At the same time, she could feel a rapid erection above her vagina. She felt every inch of her lower body... Every time, there had to be a strong friction. This intense reaction caused his wife to involuntarily raise her hips and press her legs together even tighter. She tried to make her vagina rub against the other parts of her body, which could alleviate some of the pain throughout her body. In fact, she knew very well what would make her feel comfortable, but it seemed that she was unwilling to ask for it out of a sense of dignity...

At this moment, Feng Quan seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for her, and he concentrated his fire on her breasts. His behavior could no longer bring his wife pleasure, but only added more torment to her vagina. His wife could not bear it any longer, and she kept making painful moans. Then she struggled to hug Feng Quan's neck tightly with both hands, trying to make more contact between her skin and his. Even through her clothes, his wife could feel that Feng Quan's huge penis was erect. Just touching her body through her clothes made her even more agitated, and her vagina opened wider and wider, wishing she could immediately suck his penis into her body.

Her moans were a signal to Feng Quan that he was about to climax. Feng Quan, however, remained focused on kissing her body, moving from her breasts upwards until his lips settled on her snow-white neck.

His wife felt the intense reaction in her vagina affecting her heartbeat; if Feng Quan didn't enter her soon, she feared she would lose consciousness. Reluctantly, she abandoned her last shred of dignity and whispered to Feng Quan,

"Hurry... a little... okay...?!" She uttered these words almost haltingly, a complete surrender to Feng Quan.

Feng Quan seemed to be reminded by her words, which also fueled his excitement. A surge of intense excitement coursed through his brain, and he impatiently pulled off his underwear. The instant he did, his penis practically sprang out. When his wife saw this proud, erect member again, she no longer felt the fear of its size that she might not be able to handle. She knew it wouldn't cause her pain, but rather bring her boundless pleasure.

Feng Quan's penis was fully erect, the glans gleaming, smooth and translucent, every vein on it clearly visible. It seemed to be intently watching my wife's lower body like a predator searching for prey…

Facing his penis, my wife felt her face flush and instinctively turned her head to the other side. But her vagina felt like it had encountered a long-awaited feast; saliva was constantly gushing from within, and the electric current within her intensified, making every inch of her vagina unbearably itchy, as if only vigorous friction could relieve the itch…

This stimulation also made my wife's consciousness completely hazy. She couldn't wait any longer and took off the only two pieces of underwear she was wearing. Her movements were impatient, as if she didn't want to wait a moment longer; her vagina couldn't bear to be empty for even a second.

But then, seeing this, Feng Quan suddenly reached out to stop her, "Wait a minute."

"What are you doing?" his wife asked, puzzled.

"Can you not take off your stockings?" Feng Quan pleaded sincerely.

"...How can I..." His wife seemed a little flustered by his interruption, but she was too embarrassed to say it aloud. By this time, she had already taken off one leg of her stockings, with the other leg still halfway down, and her underwear was still on.

"I know what to do," Feng Quan said

. His wife didn't want to waste any more words on him, so he could only let her be. Feng Quan helped her put the stockings back on, but she didn't put her underwear back on. His wife was still a little confused, wondering what he was trying to do, but the intense desire made it impossible for her to concentrate on thinking too much. She had never had such a strong desire for sex before. Every teasing move Feng Quan made before sex made her feel like she was experiencing both pleasure and pain. For some reason, she felt that every touch of his body was just right, and every inch of her skin became so sensitive.

Then, Feng Quan's actions surprised her. He roughly tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, naturally exposing her vagina completely. Feng Quan, witnessing the scene before him, seemed to take a deep breath, and then, unable to restrain himself any longer, pounced on her...

His wife felt that huge, hot cone instantly penetrate her body without even a hint of probing. Because it was so hard, there was still a slight pain, but as it moved back and forth, the densely packed small joints on it constantly rubbed against the tender skin inside her vagina. This contrast between hardness and softness was striking. Originally, her incredibly tender skin could not withstand such strong friction, but the fluid constantly secreted from her vagina lubricated this friction, and her vagina was already incredibly itchy. At this moment, its thrusting perfectly relieved this pain.

His wife felt an electric current coursing through her body with every thrust. She had thought her vagina had been wide open, but now, with Feng Quan's penis inside, it felt slightly tense. Her vaginal opening was stretched wider than ever before. His thrusting movements were particularly large; each time, he would almost pull the head of his penis back to the point where it brushed against her labia before fully plunging in, penetrating very deeply, until his wife could feel his testicles touching her buttocks before withdrawing. He repeated this motion.

His strength was immense; almost every thrust caused his wife's entire body to move. She herself was amazed at how deep her vagina was, capable of accommodating not only the size of his penis but also its entire length. Feng Quan's frequency wasn't fast, but it was just right so his wife could feel every detail of his penis rubbing against the inside of her vaginal walls…

Every time Feng Quan thrust, an electric current coursed through her body, causing a pleasurable spasm throughout her vagina. After their night at the resort, she felt her vagina had truly been completely activated by his penis. She seemed to feel a membrane constantly growing on the walls of her vagina, clinging to the pinkish skin inside, preventing that skin from ever feeling the real world. She had never known or experienced this before, but the size and force of Feng Quan's penis were just right to rub off that annoying membrane, completely exposing it to the outside world. Therefore, she felt that every inch of her vaginal wall was particularly sensitive.

Feng Quan's hands held her legs. She wasn't deliberately cooperating, but rather trying to make herself more comfortable by raising her legs as high as possible, allowing her vagina to protrude further. Feng Quan's hands also kept caressing her thighs. Because she was still wearing pantyhose, the friction between the silk and her skin added to her pleasure. She began to try her best to position her thighs in the most easily accessible position for him to caress. Originally,

my wife didn't like to moan during sex. In all these years with me, she had only ever let out soft moans. She always said that it was a shameless and flirtatious way for women to please men, that it was all an act, and that no decent woman would do that; it was disgusting.

But at this moment, she completely changed her mind. Some of it wasn't an act, nor was it something she could hold back. It wasn't that she wanted to do it; it was just that the feeling was too comfortable. With Feng Quan's thrusting, her vagina continuously sent a tingling current through her entire body, stimulating every nerve. Feng Quan only thrust a dozen times before she completely surrendered. At first, she kept her lips tightly closed, trying not to make a sound, but the muffled "uh, uh" sounds clearly betrayed her feelings. Her throat was also being constantly assaulted by that electric current, a tingling numbness that was unbearable. She wanted to open her mouth to breathe, but a sharp scream uncontrollably burst out of her throat,

"Ah...! Oh...!" The sound she made was truly like being electrocuted. The initial tone seemed to express some kind of physical pain, but the subsequent tone seemed to tell her that she was very comfortable. Her extremely sharp voice contained a hint of crying, but there was also a coquettish tremor mixed in. This wasn't something my wife intentionally made; the sound most truthfully reflected her physical state. Every time Feng Quan's penis withdrew from her, she instantly felt an endless emptiness, her vaginal walls filled with an unbearable itch. Then, when Feng Quan thrust in again, the friction from his thick penis perfectly relieved the itch.

She didn't want the itch to be completely gone; rather, what she truly enjoyed was the pleasure of that fierce itch followed by Feng Quan's timely relief—that instant relief from the itch within her vagina... A surge of electricity coursed through her body, impacting her brain to the point of semi-consciousness, a blankness.

Later, she clearly felt the intervals between sensations in her vagina becoming increasingly shorter; even as Feng Quan's penis was only halfway out, the intense itching would quickly return, more fiercely. In a state of uncontrollable urge, she uttered her instinctive demand, never before finding it so difficult to speak: "...Faster! Faster..."

At this moment, she no longer cared about dignity...

These words gave Feng Quan boundless motivation, carrying multiple meanings... Hearing his wife's painful groans, Feng Quan realized he hadn't exerted his full strength. His wife's words were undoubtedly a signal for him to act freely, emboldening him to do

as he pleased. He first stopped moving, then released his wife's legs, placing his hands under her and tightly embracing her waist. This allowed his wife's genitals to rise more freely, and her beautiful legs rested on his shoulders. Feng Quan could now touch her smooth, white skin and feel the sensation of her stockinged legs. His penis involuntarily twitched again, experiencing the ultimate bliss. The good thing is that it's not in a state of empty excitement with nowhere to vent, but can now sneak into its most longed-for little nest and feel the gentle care of her soft skin inside her vagina. It can feel that the place welcomes it and doesn't even want it to leave for a moment...

At this moment, the wife's vagina is already protesting the most strongly. These few seconds of inappropriate stopping are indeed the most painful torture for her. The wife feels that her entire vagina is about to be conquered by that itch, and she can't wait to lift her buttocks as high as possible, wishing that her vaginal opening would actively envelop his penis. She gripped Feng Quan's arms tightly with both hands, giving him a strong signal.

Feng Quan was equally impatient; his penis seemed to have reached a new height of erection, so hard it felt like it was about to burn. It had to enter his wife's vagina to soothe her, but that flame was being ground down into a liquid by her smooth, soft vaginal walls. That liquid seemed to mix with a gas inside his penis, and only by increasing the pressure of that gas through stronger friction and then releasing it instantly could the flame within him be completely extinguished…

When his penis entered again, his wife felt an even stronger sensation than before; her entire vagina was tingling. This high-voltage current was constantly intensifying, and she couldn't predict how much further it could go. Feng Quan's movements were becoming increasingly rapid, and she suddenly felt the skin inside her vagina constantly contracting and expanding. At this moment, all she could utter was sound; the rest of her body seemed to no longer belong to her.

"Ah...ah...!" She could only tell Feng Quan about her feelings with these sounds of pain and pleasure.

Feng Quan seemed to have endless energy, still relentlessly thrusting into her body. Suddenly, she felt her uterus, the innermost part of her vagina, react even more strongly. When Feng Quan thrust in forcefully, a current from somewhere directly struck her uterus. She felt her uterus contract strongly as if it had been startled. This contraction seemed to touch all the nerves in her body, and she felt dizzy. Then, an even stronger current was released from her uterus, causing her whole body to convulse. Her vagina contracted tightly, and then opened up instantly with an indescribable force, like a body that had been curled up for a long time suddenly gaining freedom. But then, mixed with an electric shock sensation she had never experienced before, her vagina experienced an incredibly pleasurable spasm. She felt every nerve in her vagina was throbbing wildly, and she felt she could hardly bear this pleasure.

She felt her uterus remained stagnant as it contracted, not fully opening. She entered a state of intense longing, sensing an immense, unleashed power that, once the uterus reopened, would be devastating, a power she might not be able to withstand. Yet, she seemed to anticipate that moment. Her vagina began to tense, the opening noticeably narrowing. She wished she could release this energy voluntarily, but it was impossible; she had no idea where her strength was directed. She could only vent her frustration by gripping the corner of the fabric sofa tightly. The force within her...

With Feng Quan's powerful thrust, she felt her uterus erupt instantly. The force was indeed immense, piercing through her entire body once more. It felt as if a flood had been unleashed, rushing out of her body like a tsunami, attacking every detail of her vagina in an instant.

"Ah ...

Even after the penetration, Feng Quan showed no sign of stopping. Her weakened vagina was still convulsing from the force of the thrusts. Although it still felt pleasurable, she had no strength left to endure it. So she could only say to Feng Quan,

"I can't take it anymore!...I really can't!" For some reason, her voice came out as a sob. She didn't even realize when she had started crying.

"I really can't take it anymore...please, have mercy on me...ah...!" His wife, with a mixture of shyness and tears, begged for mercy. This seemed to be the first time in her life that she had begged someone for mercy, and the reason was because of sex

. "It'll be over soon..." Feng Quan's voice trembled slightly. Trembling, and at the same time, the speed had reached its maximum.

"Don't put it inside, please don't... ah...!" The wife suddenly realized that Feng Quan wasn't wearing a condom, so she tried to remind him in a normal tone, but he didn't slow down at all. Before she could finish speaking, she couldn't bear the intense impact and stopped talking, followed by an unbearable scream,

"Oh..." Feng Quan also let out a low sound at this moment, and then quickly pulled his penis out of her body. After he masturbated a few times with his hand, a stream of white liquid gushed out. The wife felt a warm liquid shoot straight onto the inside of her stockinged thighs...

"Ah...! Oh...oh...um...ah..." Although his penis was removed, his wife felt a residual electric current stimulating her vagina, causing it to twitch a few more times, but the intensity clearly decreased. As the unbearable pleasure weakened, her cries gradually subsided. Finally, she let out a long, slow, and gentle sound, and then felt her whole body go limp like cotton, leaving her with no strength to even make a sound.

Feng Quan was lying opposite her, but soon he sat up, picked up a napkin, wiped the remaining fluid from his penis, and then sat down next to her, looking at his wife lying motionless on the sofa...

Chapter Thirteen:

Feng Quan sat there again like a child who had made a mistake. His wife didn't want to move; at this moment, she felt empty inside and out, without any strength, and even her mind was in a state of stagnation. The recent storm had brought her an indescribable joy. Her body had been thoroughly refreshed, but by the end, while her mind was filled with immense pleasure, her body was too weak to handle it. She had never experienced such ecstasy in all her years. The moment Feng Quan left her, she felt as if her soul had been taken away with him…

Feng Quan covered her with a blanket, and she suddenly seemed to wake up, looking at the boy before her. She still felt as if she had just experienced a dream, repeating that utterly absurd dream…

“Are you tired?” Feng Quan asked

. His wife didn’t answer, only staring at him as if she didn’t recognize him, and even more incredulous that he was her student.

“What’s wrong? Why don’t you go to the bed in the bedroom and rest for a while?” Feng Quan said

. His wife still didn’t speak, but she shifted her gaze elsewhere, staring blankly at the floor.

Feng Quan sat down beside her, gently putting an arm around her shoulder, and said in a very low voice,

“Don’t do this, it makes me so nervous. Say something.”

“…Sigh, what else can I say?” His wife sighed and then said

, “Say whatever you want.” Feng Quan breathed a sigh of relief when she spoke.

“I’m the worst teacher in the world, and also the worst woman,” his wife said, as if talking to herself.

“…Don’t say that, it’s all my fault.” Feng Quan was at a loss after hearing her words.

“…Feng Quan, what are you thinking?” his wife asked.

“I don’t have any other thoughts, I just like you, I love you!” Feng Quan said firmly.

“…Don’t you think this is absurd?!” his wife continued to ask.

“No, what’s absurd about me loving you?!” Feng Quan said.

“What do you love about me? Do you even know what love is?” His wife said

. “…I love you as a whole person, but specifically what I love…” "I can't explain it, but it's love. I've always believed that loving you is not wrong," Feng Quan said.

"...Sigh, you really are a child. Does loving me mean doing this?" His wife stammered, knowing Feng Quan would understand. She lay before him wearing only a torn pair of pantyhose, so there was no need to be more direct.

"...I'm sorry, but I just couldn't control myself because I love you so much," Feng Quan said, his voice less confident than before

. "...Actually, you don't understand love at all. You're just doing this to satisfy your rebellious and curious teenage years. The more impossible something seems, the more you want to do it. Once you actually succeed, you quickly lose interest and go looking for even bigger thrills."

"...No, really, that's not what I meant," his wife's words made Feng Quan flustered. Perhaps he vaguely harbored such thoughts, but he wasn't even aware of them.

"...You didn't mean it that way? Have you considered the consequences? You do things without taking any responsibility, but what about me? Do you know how much I might have to pay?" His wife's tone was casual, but the weight of her words shocked Feng Quan.

"...I'm willing to bear the consequences," Feng Quan said after a moment of silence.

"You said the same thing last time. So many days have passed, have you thought about what the final outcome might be?" His wife said,

"...I have thought about it. I want to be with you forever." As Feng Quan said this, he looked at her with unwavering determination. It was unclear whether he acted on impulse or after careful consideration.

"...You really dare to say anything. Sigh, never mind, I won't say it anymore."

After saying that, his wife sat up. When she saw her pantyhose, she couldn't help but blush again. Not only was it torn, but there was also a pool of white liquid on her thigh. She picked up her clothes from the floor and ran to the room closest to the living room. Feng Quan silently watched her without saying anything more.

This room was the master bedroom, and the decorations and furnishings inside were quite exquisite. His wife first took off her pantyhose. Her hand accidentally touched the semen on it, and a thought suddenly popped into her head. Feng Quan still had a certain sense of responsibility and was quite obedient. When she told him not to ejaculate inside, he really did as she said. It wasn't easy in such an excited state.

But then she dismissed her own thoughts, realizing that this proved the boy had considerable sexual experience. A wave of sadness washed over her. She tossed the pantyhose aside with a hint of disgust, quickly dressed, and felt a pang of self-reproach for her own thoughts…

When she came out, Feng Quan was also dressed, sitting there smoking heavily. Seeing her, he quickly stubbed out his cigarette and reflexively stood up.

“…You rest, I’m going back,” his wife said after a few seconds.

“I’ll see you off!” Feng Quan said

. “No, don’t see me off, I want to walk myself!” His wife turned around and said sternly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“…Then how…” Feng Quan was stunned by her imposing manner and stood still.

As his wife walked towards the door, Feng Quan quickly opened it for her. His wife didn’t speak, but walked out with her head down. Before leaving, she turned back and said, “Tell me the truth about this. Have you told anyone else about it?”

"No, no, really no!" Feng Quan hurriedly replied.

"Remember what I said, and don't mention this to me again," his wife said.

"...Can you not treat me like an enemy? I'm scared." Feng Quan didn't respond.

"Do you promise or not?!" his wife pressed.

"Okay, I remember, I promise you," Feng Quan seemed genuinely frightened

. "...Don't come out, get some rest," his wife said calmly before walking out...

As she stepped out of the elevator, a cool breeze hit her face, and she shivered, her mind instantly clearing.

A taxi happened to pass by, and after getting in, she gazed at the lights under the night sky and began to ponder. The first person she naturally thought of was me. Although today's argument had hurt her deeply, she had ultimately made a fundamental mistake, and she felt guilty. She took out her phone to check the time and saw no text messages or calls, meaning I hadn't gone to see her at all.

Thinking back to our huge argument that night, most of my guilt vanished instantly, replaced by resentment and anger. She'd developed a habit of always having me apologize first after an argument. So she told the driver, "Sir, I'm not going there anymore, I'm going to..."

I was just as angry that day. Her domineering nature was a result of my excessive indulgence over the years. After she left, I didn't even think about going to see her. I sat for a while, feeling stifled at home, so I called some friends to go drinking. When I got back late at night and she still hadn't returned, I called her mother's house. Her mother answered and said she was there. I hung up, saying I was busy with work.

My wife had indeed gone to her mother's that day. It had been a long time since she'd stayed at her parents' house, and she'd suddenly changed her mind. When she got home, she didn't mention the argument, just that I suddenly had work and wanted to come home. After a few casual words, she said she was tired, went into the bedroom, and lay down on the bed.

My daughter is also staying with her maternal grandmother. She was naturally very happy to see her mother-in-law return. My mother-in-law also said, "Why don't you spend some time with your daughter now that you're finally back? It's still early, so play with your daughter for a while. I haven't seen you all day and I've missed you."

My wife said, "Put her in my room, we'll play here." She was still lying on the bed, and our daughter took off her shoes and climbed up.

"Mommy!"

"Jingjing, what did you do today?" my wife asked.

"I went to play with Grandpa."

"Oh, it's getting late, you should rest too."

"Play with me for a while, just tell me this," our daughter said, taking out a book from the side, which looked like a newly bought fairy tale book.

"Okay, Mommy will see." My wife picked up the book and casually started telling her a story.

Our daughter listened intently; children all love this. My wife stopped after telling her one story.

"Okay, go wash up, it's time for bed."

"Tell me one more, Mommy!" Our daughter clearly hadn't heard enough.

"Oh dear, Mommy is really tired, let Mommy rest for a while, okay?" My wife pleaded.

Actually, it wasn't that my wife didn't want to play with our daughter; it wasn't late, and she had a reason for wanting to rest. She hadn't felt anything when she left Feng Quan's house, but as soon as she got into a taxi, she gradually felt uncomfortable down there. A burning sensation spread throughout her lower body, and her entire vagina felt stretched and uncomfortable, similar to the feeling after her first time having sex. She had felt something similar after her last time with Feng Quan, but not as intense. This time, it was probably because he was more relaxed, used more force, and lasted longer. This was the longest she could remember having sex. She had only felt pleasure during the act, but now she realized she had been damaged.

She hadn't had sex with any other man in all the years she'd been married to him, neither before nor after marriage. Feng Quan was indeed the second person she had sex with, but because of her physical condition... The difference in quality was significant. My penis was clearly much smaller than his. She hadn't expected a man's penis to be able to erect to such an extent. Her vagina had never experienced anything so large before. The feeling of being completely stretched during intercourse was pleasurable, but in reality, being stretched inevitably caused some damage to the skin inside, especially the incredibly delicate skin of the vagina. She wasn't aware of how intense she was at the time, only realizing afterward that she had almost completely exhausted all her strength.

After getting off the car, she felt increasingly awkward down there, her entire lower body felt numb as if it had been burned, and she felt weak all over, making it difficult to walk. That's why she lay down, thinking it would make her feel better. But her body's reaction made it hard for her not to think about what had just happened. The double burden on her mind and body left her exhausted, not wanting to move at all.

But her daughter wouldn't allow it, insisting on talking. Her wife ignored her, turned over, and faced away from her. She really felt more and more uncomfortable, so she had to squeeze her legs together and bend her body, trying to use this position to slightly relieve the pain. But her daughter thought she was being deliberately teased and jumped on her. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but she was already feeling unwell, and her daughter's sudden movement annoyed her.

"Stop it, do you hear me?" she shouted at her daughter, startling her. The daughter was

stunned for a moment, then burst into tears upon seeing her mother's angry expression. Seeing this, her wife simply lay back down and ignored her.

"What's wrong? Jingjing, don't cry," her mother-in-law said, coming in immediately after hearing the commotion. She picked up her daughter and scolded,

"What are you doing? Why are you getting angry with the child as soon as you get back?"

"I'm tired, I want to rest," her wife replied, realizing she had gone too far. She lowered her voice,

"Can't you talk to her nicely? Look how scared you've made her."

"...Okay, Jingjing, don't cry. Mommy's going to take a shower, and then we'll play together, okay?" Her wife comforted her daughter a few more times before getting up to take a shower. Her mother-in-law didn't leave; she remained on the bed playing with her daughter.

My wife didn't want to move, but she still felt guilty and wanted to wash away her mistakes through a shower, both mentally and physically. She knew it was just a psychological effect. She didn't sleep well that night, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, and couldn't stop overthinking, even blaming me for not contacting her…

I drank late that night, and when you're drunk, you naturally say whatever comes to mind. My friends said, "Actually, she's spoiled by you. You can't spoil women too much. But don't take it too hard. Nobody's perfect. Beautiful and virtuous, you can't have it all. Since you've enjoyed this, you have to bear the consequences. Beautiful women are proud." Anyway, we talked a lot that night, but nothing really came of it; it just made me feel better.

To my surprise, when I called her the next day, she didn't say much and came back. I was quite happy at the time, as I had expected her to let it go so easily. That day, I even blamed myself for losing my temper with her about

what happened the other day. She didn't immediately go to see her friend; she was calmer than the first time. After this, my wife resolved never to make the same mistake again and to stop associating with Feng Quan. But sometimes you really can't fight against fate. Some things don't go according to your wishes; what's meant to happen will happen...

After this incident, my wife continued working and teaching as if nothing had happened, and Feng Quan didn't disappear again, appearing in class on time. His wife outwardly showed no sign of distress, but inwardly she was filled with anxiety, avoiding his gaze. She lacked even Feng Quan's composure and calmness. This wasn't hard to understand; the pressure was entirely on her. Feng Quan, on the other hand, felt nothing but excitement, enjoyment, pride, and thrill. Seeing the teacher arrive on time in English class completely relaxed him, and his excitement only intensified.

That day, he even raised his hand to ask a question, but his wife pretended not to see it and didn't call on him. She wanted to avoid any further contact with Feng Quan…

Monday passed, and his wife found the day particularly agonizing, the hours seemingly endless, filled with apprehension. She knew this couldn't continue; having made up her mind, she had to put an end to it. She knew Feng Quan wouldn't stay so obedient forever. Sure enough, the next day after school, Feng Quan came to the office. Seeing him, her wife was filled with nervousness. "Feng Quan, is there something you need?" There were several teachers in the office at the time. She knew Feng Quan wouldn't dare to do anything reckless, but she still couldn't explain why she was so nervous. She was afraid to see him, but when he actually appeared, there was a hint of excitement mixed in.

"Teacher, I have a question," Feng Quan said in a low but serious voice.

"Hmm, what is it? Go ahead," her wife relaxed a little.

"This..." Feng Quan asked a very simple English question, but her wife patiently answered it for him. After he finished, Feng Quan placed the bag he had been carrying under her desk.

"Teacher, this is fruit from my own orchard. I'm giving it to the English teachers. I'll be going now." Feng Quan said calmly and left the office.

Her wife gently opened the bag. She was very nervous, with a premonition that it wouldn't contain fruit... She handled it carefully, as if afraid something might suddenly jump out.

Upon opening it, she found several neatly packed boxes of fresh strawberries. Strawberries were quite a rarity this season, and she immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed she had been overthinking things. She took the strawberries out and placed them on her desk. Giving fruit as a gift was common and normal at the school these days, so she didn't think much of it. Besides, Feng Quan had said it was for all the English teachers.

But just as she was taking out the last box, she noticed something was wrong. It wasn't that simple. She saw it and blushed, quickly putting the bag under the desk. Luckily, her colleagues didn't notice her expression. She gave each colleague a box. When it was time to leave work, everyone went home.

Inside the bag was a pair of pantyhose—a torn pair of pantyhose. She naturally remembered what had happened the day before yesterday. Feng Quan had ruined her pantyhose. What did he mean by returning them now? The wife felt her face flush involuntarily. She felt humiliated and wanted to get angry, but she couldn't seem to muster the anger...

Just then, her phone received a text message: "Do you understand my problem?" It was from Feng Quan.

After reading it, she quickly deleted the message without replying. She sat blankly in front of the computer, feeling extremely confused. She wanted to find a way to resolve this situation, but she felt powerless. She wanted to completely break up with him, but Feng Quan was just a child. She could tell from his actions that he was very emotional and had a bad temper. If she hurt him too directly, he might do something drastic. Children at this age are the most uncontrollable; they don't care about the consequences and are not afraid of causing huge trouble. But she couldn't do that. She had too many things to consider. What if he really hated her? Who knew what he might do? Thinking about it carefully, she felt pathetic. The only thing she could use to make him obey her was threatening him to leave her...

Today, she was on duty supervising self-study, and her mind was racing with thoughts that she didn't even want to eat dinner. After a while, Feng Quan knocked on the door again and came in.

"What are you doing here?" his wife asked seriously.

"Why didn't you reply to my text messages?" Feng Quan replied casually,

"...What do you mean?" His wife suddenly felt disgusted by his current behavior and found him very irritating.

"Nothing? I just missed you a lot," Feng Quan said with a smile.

"So you're going to do this?" His wife was genuinely angry.

"I can't stand the sight of you wearing stockings, so you understand what I mean..."

"Stop talking," his wife interrupted him, wishing she could disappear into the ground. This was also why she was afraid of Feng Quan; he was, after all, a child, reckless and outspoken, without any sense of tact.

"Are you angry?" Feng Quan asked.

"Go back first."

"Please don't be angry, okay? If I'm wrong, you can punish me however you want, just don't ignore me."

"Can you let me have some peace and quiet and not bother me?"

"I didn't bother you yesterday, haven't you calmed down yet?"

"You're the one who needs to calm down. You shouldn't be acting so ridiculously now."

"What does that mean?"

"…Feng Quan, a month has passed, hasn't it? You begged me to give you a month back then, now we should keep our word."

"…You're still thinking about this? I just wanted to win you over first, I didn't expect you to bring this up now." Feng Quan became agitated after hearing his wife's words and immediately became anxious.

"Lower your voice, we really did agree to this, right? You can break your promise, but I can't. I won't do things as carelessly as you." His wife seemed to have suddenly made a decision, speaking with a serious tone.

"…So you've been keeping your promise all these days?" Feng Quan asked.

"Yes…" His wife didn't know how to answer.

"You don't even like me?" Feng Quan asked softly

. "…I never said I liked you." His wife felt that since the matter had come to this point…

"You lied to me!" Feng Quan paused for a moment and said, "

I have no reason to lie to you!" His wife retorted,

"You did lie to me!! If you don't like me, why did you let me sleep with you?!" Feng Quan seemed to be on the verge of tears, and in his haste, he stammered,

"...you..." His wife hadn't expected him to say that, and her face turned red with embarrassment. She didn't know how to respond. As she had expected, at Feng Quan's age, he would say anything when he was desperate.

The room fell silent. Feng Quan stood there waiting for his wife's reply. His wife turned her head to the other side.

"Feng Quan, I thought you were a man, but I didn't expect you to be so untrustworthy."

"What's wrong with me?"

"What did you promise me that day? You've really disappointed me!"

"...You forced me to this point. I was desperate and had no other choice. I can't accept your words. I can't accept it unless you give me a reason to convince me." Feng Quan knew he had promised his wife he wouldn't bring it up, but in his moment of impulse, he didn't know what to say, so after a moment of silence, he could only say,

"What reason do you want?" His wife was also determined to see things through.

"Why are you suddenly like this?" Feng Quan also restrained himself for a moment.

“I told you, I don’t want to continue this ridiculous nonsense. You’re almost an adult, try to see things from my perspective.”

“I don’t think it’s ridiculous. I said I wanted to be with you forever.”

“How is that possible! You’re so childish!”

“Why is it impossible? I’m just asking you, do you love me?!”

“No!” His wife didn’t want to continue this endless entanglement, so she spoke directly,

“If you don’t love me, why did you make me sleep with you?” Feng Quan became even more agitated.

“…You forced me to do that.” This was a question his wife couldn’t avoid. She now truly regretted her foolishness, and Feng Quan’s bluntness particularly disgusted her.

“I forced you? Who would believe that? Didn’t you also beg me to hurry up?” Feng Quan was now willing to say anything.

“…Maybe I had feelings for you then, but not anymore. Are you satisfied with that answer? Please stop talking.” His wife was truly speechless. "You hate me now, don't you?" Seeing his wife was also pushed to the limit, Feng

Quan remained silent for a while before speaking,

"It's not that I can say right now, but please don't pressure me anymore if you want me to stay at this school."

His wife calmed down a bit,

"...Okay then, but please don't ignore me, okay? I won't be rude to you anymore." After a while, Feng Quan said,

"Go back to your self-study." His wife said,

and Feng Quan turned and walked out of the office. His wife turned away without looking at him, but for some reason, she felt her nose tingle, her eyes welled up with tears, and she felt an indescribable sadness in her heart. Tears naturally streamed down her face...

"They'd already broken off all hope, so why did they do it again?" I asked immediately after hearing her story.

"Are you still in such a hurry?" Mo Xiaoyan asked.

"Just keep going," I said. I didn't want to listen anymore; it was torture. But I was conflicted and wanted to hear more, so I didn't interrupt her

and continued listening to her recount the next few days. It seemed like everything had returned to normal. Feng Quan didn't disappear like he had the previous two times. Although they saw each other every day, they barely spoke. My wife felt this was probably the best outcome, and she felt her heart gradually calming down. For her, it was about treating this as a dream, as if nothing had happened, and as if she hadn't made any mistakes. But things don't always go as planned; otherwise, life wouldn't have so many stories...

I don't remember much about those days. We lived our lives as usual, and she didn't show anything unusual.

I only found out after Mo Xiaoyan told me. Even after hearing it, I still felt a mix of emotions. I was really bitter and jealous, almost drowning in jealousy…

Sometimes I have to admit, women sometimes have a natural tendency to be "fickle." If you treat them well, they don't appreciate it; if you treat them badly, they turn back. My words might be a bit biased; not all women are like this. Take my wife, for example…

This happened just over a week after our conversation in their office… For a while after that conversation, I felt okay, almost relieved. But when I saw the sunny, handsome Feng Quan in class, I still had an unusual feeling, I couldn't explain why, and I thought it would get better after a while.

Feng Quan kept his promise this time and really didn't contact her again, not even asking her questions. The longer this went on, the more awkward my wife felt, for some reason. Deep down, it seemed like she was hoping he would come to her again, and she would give him a stern lecture, which would make her feel better. This is probably a common trait among many women. But Feng Quan really didn't contact her again. No calls, no texts. All his wife saw was him going to and from class every day, neither paying attention nor causing trouble, and spending his free time going to the basketball court, the cafeteria, and the dormitory.

On Friday afternoon, the school organized a visit to the China Science and Technology Museum for the students, a way to let them relax a bit before the midterm exams. His wife, being a homeroom teacher, was naturally responsible for leading the group. It wasn't her first time there, so she and her colleagues walked and chatted with the students, occasionally exchanging a few words with them. But that day, she kept unintentionally glancing at Feng Quan. He and a few close male friends were also visiting with the crowd. Because of his height, he didn't need to stand too far forward; even from the outside, he could see clearly inside. Feng Quan was quite conspicuous among the students.

In front of a magical and dazzling model, students were eagerly taking photos and posing for pictures, which was perfectly normal. But just then, his wife suddenly saw Feng Quan standing with a very famous and beautiful girl from another class, taking a photo together. Feng Quan even had his left hand on the girl's right shoulder, and the girl seemed completely unfazed, happily posing for the photo with him. Both of them seemed to have a sweet smile on their faces. After taking the photo, Feng Quan even glanced in her direction.

Nowadays, students at this age are quite open, and it seems normal for boys and girls to pose with their arms around each other, without any overly inappropriate actions. The teachers usually pretend not to see anything, and this can be considered a relatively pure friendship between students. But when his wife saw this scene, she felt an uncontrollable surge of intense jealousy. She knew that girl, or rather,

she knew her too well. She felt a chill run down her spine, her hands started trembling uncontrollably, as if a strong gust of cold wind had suddenly swept over her, her heart raced, and she felt like she was about to lose her balance. Of course, these were all her own feelings; no one else could tell she was acting strangely. Just then, two boys ran over from the side.

"Teacher Tong, can we take a picture together?" One of them chuckled and said

that his wife was very upset and hadn't even heard what he was saying. He was then pushed in front of the model from before, and the two boys stood respectfully beside her for a photo. That day, his wife's outfit was a little different from usual: a pink sweater, jeans, and brown flat-heeled boots. Although her clothes were ordinary, they looked radiant on her, highlighting her beautiful figure without being over the top. Her long legs, slim waist, and full breasts were subtly displayed.

She finished taking the photos without any expression on her face. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed several boys standing nearby. Once she started, many boys followed, even some from other classes. These boys, in the throes of puberty, naturally didn't want to miss the opportunity to take a photo with this famously beautiful teacher. At that moment, she felt like a star among the students, somewhat overwhelmed and distracted. She didn't want to cry anymore, but the sadness in her heart didn't lessen much.

Around them were people taking photos with teachers and classmates, as if graduation was approaching. Just as another boy was about to come over, a tall figure blocked his way. He walked straight to her side—it was Feng Quan. He generously put his right arm around her shoulder, just like when he took the photo with the other girl.

My wife was very surprised. She stood there stunned after taking the picture with him, not quite reacting. She hadn't expected Feng Quan to come and take a picture with her, let alone do something like that. After taking the picture, Feng Quan said to my wife,

"Teacher, the headmaster is urging us to assemble."

"Oh," my wife seemed still a bit dazed, but she immediately called the students to go outside. A few boys who hadn't taken the picture were a little disappointed that

this turn of events had happened so quickly. But for some reason, my wife felt much better. Her earlier discomfort had transformed into a desire to vent, and she felt a sense of relief after yelling at Feng Quan, like a child throwing a tantrum.

The school notified students to return to school for self-study after dinner as usual, because there would be make-up classes this weekend. The homeroom teacher was in charge of tonight's self-study. It was still early, so my wife wanted to go home for dinner. That day, she had just entered the house when I was about to leave to go to Yichangbei for some business. My wife seemed used to it; she just told me to be careful and didn't say anything more.

She was alone at home. She sat on the sofa to rest for a while when her phone suddenly rang. It was a picture sent to her by a student—a group photo of them, with the student praising her.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but ponder the events of the afternoon. What exactly was going on between Feng Quan and that girl? Had her firm words to him that day made him give up completely? At his age, this wasn't unexpected; once he got what he wanted, he was satisfied, easily bored, and would soon seek out someone more interesting. Thinking of this, she felt a pang of sadness and a bit of anger. She had clearly resolved not to continue like this, so why did she feel so distressed? The more she thought about the scene of him taking pictures with that girl, the more awkward she felt.

But then she remembered Feng Quan chasing after her, unreasonably pushing away other boys to take pictures with her, even making the same gesture, and then using the excuse of gathering to prevent others from taking pictures. Why was he like that? It seemed he wasn't so easily bored? Was he unable to bear seeing her taking pictures with others? Was he with that girl just to deliberately show it to her? Ha, he's still just a kid; his tolerance is too low. He was exposed so easily. He even took pictures like that in front of so many people, making her colleagues feel embarrassed too. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel her face burning.

Thinking back to her scolding that day, she felt a strange sense of regret. He had said that he couldn't stand seeing her in stockings. Why? What was it about her that attracted him? She stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and took out a pair of black pantyhose. She had just bought them a couple of days ago, perfect for this season. The quality was excellent; they felt incredibly soft and comfortable in her hands, with just the right amount of elasticity. Too tight and they would be constricting and uncomfortable; too loose and they would fall apart and look unsightly. Upon closer inspection, every single thread seemed to have been carefully selected.

She took off her pants and then slowly and carefully put on the stockings. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was very satisfied. Her figure was impeccable, especially her legs, long and straight, which looked even more perfect in the stockings. They were beautiful from the front, side, and back. Perhaps because of her legs, her buttocks were also almost flawless. The fat there was obediently distributed in its proper place, without any shifting. Therefore, her buttocks were full but not fat. Needless to say, the feel of them was wonderful; a light touch would feel a vibrant elasticity responding to the touch. They were always naturally and forcefully perked up, taut and without any looseness. Combined with the lifting effect of the stockings, they looked even more flawless.

She felt very comfortable wearing the stockings today, as if they were part of her skin. With every movement, the threads clinging to her legs created a comfortable friction on the inner thighs. She loved this feeling, as if a pair of hands were gently caressing her thighs…

a pair of hands gently caressing her thighs… this feeling made her… Then I remembered that night. To be honest, although Feng Quan was still a minor, his body was strong enough, and he undoubtedly had sexual experience. Needless to say, the moment he entered my body was a feeling I had never experienced before. Just the perfectly timed caresses of his large hands were enough to make my body quickly lose its ability to resist. He wasn't just groping randomly, but genuinely trying to make me feel good. He seemed to know exactly where I needed caresses, where I needed gentleness, and where I needed strength. He could judge what I needed just by the way I moaned. What? This requires not only experience, but also innate chemistry…

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but place her hand on her breast. The moment she touched her nipple, she realized it had been erect for quite some time. She gently stroked her left breast, and a shiver ran through her body. Without even looking, she could clearly feel her labia rapidly everting, her vaginal opening widening. A surge of fluid began to flow inside, eager to gush forth, but the gates remained tightly closed, preventing it from opening. A little nectar seeped through the cracks, paving the way for her to shed it. This only made the suffocating pain there even more unbearable for her. The flood seemed to be piling up, constantly pounding against the gates of her vagina, as if protesting against her not opening them in time. The clear spring was gushing out of her body more and more, and even the impact of this trickle of water made the entire inside of her vagina feel an unbearable, piercing itching. She felt weak all over, and her legs went limp, causing her to slump onto the bed. But as soon as her legs relaxed and touched each other, the comfortable friction from the stockings sent a jolt through her groin, and her vagina immediately spasmed. "Ah..." she groaned uncontrollably.

Her breasts began to provoke her as well. She felt not only her nipples, but her entire breasts were swelling. She first put her hands inside her bra and then grabbed her breasts, but this only slightly relieved their protest. She felt that this grip was not enough to fully comfort her breasts. Perhaps because her hands were small, they could not provide the maximum care, and she did not have the rough, strong grip of a man's hand. Although it did not require much strength, it felt... Completely different. Perhaps breasts truly have a life of their own; they can even recognize the hand of the opposite sex. Over the years, the most pleasurable experience her breasts had undoubtedly been thanks to Feng Quan. At this moment, she suddenly craved the feeling of him touching them. Yes, it had to be him; only his caresses could achieve the best effect.

At this moment, her wife was burning with desire. Whether her eyes were open or closed, she couldn't shake off Feng Quan's tall, sunny, and handsome image. She really hoped that Feng Quan could appear before her immediately. At this moment, she wanted to go crazy with Feng Quan without any restraint, even at any cost. Morality, conscience, and ethics could all be thrown to the back of her mind. She was in so much pain, not knowing why her body had become like this, having such a strong desire for sex, and it was just thinking about it in her mind. But just thinking about it made her burning with desire. Her nipples were erect for him, her labia were turned inside out, and the fluid flowing continuously from her vagina had already soaked the sheets...

She knew that Feng Quan couldn't appear at this moment, and she couldn't call him. Her wife's desire still wouldn't overcome reason, or at least reason still held a slight advantage.

But her physical needs were truly tormenting her; that surging flood was still being held back. The wife tried to slip her hand inside her pantyhose, inserting her index finger into her vagina. She felt a jolt, the floodgates seemed to sway slightly before settling into stillness. She tried to touch her sensitive areas with her finger, but it was like scratching an itch through a boot. After confirming no one was home, she finally couldn't help but let out a soft, painful yet shy moan, "Ah..."

Just as she was being tormented by her own sexual desire, the living room phone rang, but she had neither the mood nor the energy to answer it, letting it ring. The phone rang, and she was still lying in bed, painfully writhing as she used her fingers to stimulate her vagina. The phone persisted, calling again after the first unanswered call. Finally, on the third call, she couldn't take it anymore. Her body was already unable to fully release itself, and this annoying call only added to her frustration. She got up and went to the living room.

It was the school's head teacher calling, asking the homeroom teachers to arrive early for a meeting before evening self-study… She glanced at her watch; it was getting late. Reluctantly, she prepared to go to school. Her mind cleared a bit, but her physical desire also subsided somewhat. She sat on the sofa to calm herself, feeling a flush of embarrassment at her earlier actions. She patted her head sheepishly,

wondering what had gotten into her today. She knew her libido was strongest around this time of month, but she'd never been this intense before. Usually, a distraction would resolve it, but today it was truly overwhelming. Could it really be because of him? She didn't want to admit it, but it was indeed because of him. Oh well, stop overthinking, time to go to work.

Thinking this, she got up from the sofa to go to the bedroom to change. But as she stood up, she realized that because she was wearing stockings, the silk couldn't fully synchronize with her movements. Since it wasn't her own skin, this sluggishness created a noticeable friction against her thighs. The soft silk rubbing against her thighs was normally very comfortable, but now she felt that comfort stimulating her sensitive organs, as if a pair of hands were caressing her thighs. A surge of desire welled up inside her, and her whole body felt weak and tingling. She couldn't help but exaggerate and fall back onto the large bed in the bedroom. "Ugh…!" she blurted out, but the feeling didn't lessen at all.

It was getting late, and she knew that tossing and turning in bed wouldn't ease her discomfort. The only thing that could make her feel better right now was that person. The thought of Feng Quan's thick, throbbing penis entering her filled her with excitement. If Feng Quan were in front of her now, she would obediently lie on the bed, legs spread, exposing her vagina completely to him, and let him ravage her. This time, no matter how much force he used, no matter how he tormented her, she wouldn't resist. If Feng Quan could now use his enormous penis to thrust wildly into the deepest part of her vagina, while his strong, powerful hands kneaded her breasts, how wonderful that would be…

"Ah..." she couldn't help but groan softly at the thought...

No, she really couldn't think about it anymore, she was going to be late. The wife had to get up, take off the pantyhose that had brought her both comfort and pain, and quickly tidied her makeup in front of the mirror. She was about to put on her pants, but remembering she was going to school, she unconsciously picked up the pantyhose she had just taken off, took out a pair of brown capri pants from the closet, and put on a pair of white mid-calf boots before leaving, so that part of her black-stockinged legs would be naturally exposed... 03-14

Chapter Fourteen

Actually, the wife rarely dressed like this for work. Although this was common attire for many women in the city during this season, it wasn't unusual at all, but it was different in front of students. She was afraid that students would stare at her and then gossip online, mostly from boys saying she was pretty, sexy, and the like. This had happened before, and she felt very uncomfortable being talked about like that by students, so she tried to dress modestly and conservatively for work.

Only she knew the purpose of her outfit today. Those long, shapely legs in black stockings, rarely seen at school, were enough to convey her meaning. She knew that Feng Quan would see her like this and come looking for her after self-study, speculating about the reason for her attire. She had decided that she couldn't admit she dressed for him; she would say it was for a friend's birthday party. Feng Quan would then ask her out for dinner, or perhaps to his place… Should she go? If she readily agreed, she would be in a more passive position later.

Actually, her attitude was quite clear from her outfit. Feng Quan had said he couldn't stand seeing her in stockings, but his wife had deliberately dressed like this tonight. However, she didn't want to admit it directly; she wanted to be subtle and thus maintain the upper hand. Perhaps my business trip relaxed her, and tonight she didn't want to think about the messy consequences; she just wanted a passionate encounter. She didn't realize that since that time, she had become somewhat dependent on and infatuated with Feng Quan's passionate ravaging of her in bed, both physically and psychologically. She liked not only his athleticism in bed, but also his handsome appearance, his straightforward personality, and his blunt words—she seemed to like all of them.

She was truly prepared for everything, even planning that she wouldn't leave after another night of passion; she would completely surrender the entire night to Feng Quan, even if it meant her body succumbing to his powerful thrusts and being ravaged to death.

Perhaps it was truly because her body was in a sensitive period; her body, deprived of nourishment for days, was unbearably thirsty. In any case, her rationality from the past few days had been shattered by the powerful surge of desire in her body today…

Lost in this longing, she arrived at school, almost forgetting to pay the driver. Looking at her watch, she knew a meeting was about to start, so she went to the meeting room first. The meeting didn't have any particularly complicated content; it was just that midterm exams were approaching, and all homeroom teachers needed to focus on academics.

After the meeting, there was still some time before evening self-study. It was already dark, and her wife suddenly felt a little nervous, as if afraid to see him. Her heart was racing. Although being away from home had temporarily extinguished the restless desire in her body, she knew that once she was alone again, her body wouldn't easily let her go. She had made all the preparations for tonight. My wife felt time was passing very slowly…

Before she knew it, she had walked to the vicinity of the flower bed at school. Because of the cold weather and the distance from the teaching building, there were almost no students there at this time. She knew that there must be students on dates in the small pine grove not far away, but she had no intention of disturbing them. Everyone had gone through that phase, and she was used to it.

It was a large flower bed, and my wife intended to walk around it and then go back to the classroom. But just as she was about to reach the edge of the small pine grove, a pair of figures suddenly emerged from it. Although it was dark, she was absolutely certain of their figures—it was Feng Quan, and beside him was a tall figure, a girl! My wife didn't need to avoid them, but for some reason, she was afraid of being seen by Feng Quan, and her heart started racing. But it was too late to hide; she was walking right in the opposite direction from them.

Actually, from her perspective, her walk before self-study seemed to be intentionally hoping to bump into Feng Quan. What she would do if she saw him is unknown; perhaps it was simply to get his attention, or maybe she just wanted to see him. It was a feeling she wouldn't admit, but that was the reality. Unexpectedly, she actually saw Feng Quan, and at the same time, witnessed this scene. Needless to say, their relationship developed there. Upon closer inspection, my wife recognized her as the girl who had taken a photo with Feng Quan earlier that day.

As mentioned before, she knew this girl; she came from a wealthy family, was strikingly beautiful, but rebellious by nature, had poor grades, a fiery temper, and frequently clashed with classmates. It was said that she was the daughter of a district leader, and the school, due to her parents' connections, had always been somewhat lenient with her, and she hadn't committed any major offenses.

The girl's name was He Xinjing, and she wasn't in my wife's class, but she and my wife had a history.

Last semester, after evening self-study, my wife returned to her dormitory and happened to see He Xinjing walking hand-in-hand with a boy near the dormitory. Actually, when students see a teacher, they should quickly let go, pretend nothing happened, and greet the teacher politely. It's not your homeroom teacher, so they won't hold it against you, and it shows basic respect. But He Xinjing really went too far. That day, she acted as if she didn't see my wife. When the boy seemed to try to shake off her hand, she not only grabbed it harder but also grabbed his arm with her other hand, clearly showing provocation.

This is very disrespectful to a teacher. If we pretended not to see it, she would definitely go back and tell her classmates how great she is and how weak Teacher Tong is. So my wife stopped them and reprimanded them for their inappropriate behavior at school. The boy didn't say anything, but He Xinjing did. Instead, she argued back, saying things like, "You're not our homeroom teacher, what right do you have to tell us what to do?" Her words were really nasty. My wife knew there was no point in arguing with such a jerk, so she turned and left. The next day, she told their homeroom teacher what happened.

When her homeroom teacher heard about it, she called the girl in and gave her a stern dressing-down in front of my wife, making the girl apologize to my wife. My wife understood that this was to protect He Xinjing, as the girl's mistake should have been punished according to school rules. He Xinjing reluctantly apologized to my wife, and from then on, whenever they met at school, she would glare at my wife fiercely.

My wife didn't want to argue with her, but after all, He Xinjing was a young teacher and didn't have the same level of refinement, so sometimes she got angry too. Sometimes, when she saw He Xinjing glaring at her and there weren't many people around, she would simply stop and stare at her. He Xinjing didn't dare to do anything, and it just passed. This was truly the only student from another class who had a conflict with my wife. My wife's personality is such that she doesn't like to offend people, especially students, but logically speaking, it's really not my wife's fault.

This seemed to truly be a case of "enemies meeting on a narrow road." If it were anyone else, his wife might have been a little more forgiving, but it was precisely He Xinjing who was with Feng Quan at this moment

, which greatly surprised him. He hadn't expected his wife to be here. He quickly pulled the girl's hand away, because it was dark and he couldn't see his wife's face.

"Teacher," Feng Quan spoke first.

"Aren't you going back to your self-study session?!" His wife tried her best to keep her voice from trembling as she said this.

"Okay," Feng Quan was genuinely flustered, and after agreeing, he quickly walked towards the classroom.

The girl, He Xinjing, remained silent, her expression still somewhat arrogant. She followed Feng Quan, taking a few steps before turning back to glare at her wife, letting out a disdainful "humph." Her wife had envisioned a romantic evening, but

the

intense desire she felt that afternoon made her want to succumb to Feng Quan again. Her clothing was a subtle hint to him; she had gone out hoping to run into him, and that he would be unable to resist her attire. She imagined Feng Quan coming to find her after evening self-study and then becoming rude and unrestrained. She feared Feng... She feared Feng Quan's impulsiveness; he was capable of anything without considering the consequences. Yet, sometimes she seemed to like his impulsiveness, his reckless and crazy actions towards her. Tonight, she might have been hoping for another moment of impulsiveness from him…

But she never expected things to turn out so drastically. Feng Quan was actually with He Xinjing, and their intimate actions were unbearable for her to witness. Especially the way He Xinjing glared at her and her contemptuous snort just now—it truly felt like a victor's gesture, a show of defiance. The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt; the image wouldn't leave her mind. Her vagina seemed to be telling her through her brain… Today, she would not be able to be aroused. The surging tide within her body that afternoon evaporated instantly, forming a gas. This gas, combined with the stimulation from witnessing that scene, struck her like a thunderbolt. She felt a violent spasm in her vagina, her chest felt blocked, she had difficulty breathing, her vision suddenly went black, and her feet seemed to slip into an abyss. She involuntarily cried out in pain before collapsing weakly to the ground. After that, she knew nothing more… She didn't know how

much time had passed, but she vaguely heard someone calling her name, "Teacher Tong, Teacher Tong." The wife slowly opened her eyes and found herself lying on her side on the ground beside the flower bed. A middle-aged woman was nudging her shoulder and calling her name. This woman was the dormitory manager. Seeing that the wife had opened her eyes, she stopped calling.

"Teacher Tong, what's wrong?" the woman asked with concern.

"I..." The wife didn't know how to answer.

"Let me help you up to go to the hospital," the woman said, reaching out to support the wife's arms, trying to help her up.

The wife felt her legs were weak, she had no strength, her chest ached, she felt dizzy, and her whole body was trembling. She couldn't stand up and sat back down on the ground...

"Wait a minute, I feel a little dizzy," the woman said.

"Okay, sit for a while," the woman

said . After a while, the wife felt a little better and let the woman help her back to the dormitory

. "Teacher Tong, should we go to the hospital? I'll call the headmaster."

"No need, don't call. I'm fine, just tired. I'll be fine after a rest. You go ahead and do your work."

"Are you really alright?" the woman asked.

"I'm fine. How did you see me?"

"I just came back from outside and saw you there."

"Oh, what time is it?"

"Almost 6:30, almost time for self-study."

"Oh, okay, thank you, sister. Don't tell anyone, I'm really fine, just didn't eat dinner and I'm a little tired."

"Okay, please be careful." The woman said and left.

The wife lay alone on her bed in the dormitory, recalling what had just happened. She felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and then she knew nothing more. It seemed that she hadn't been unconscious for long. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but recall that scene, how she had uncontrollably felt so unwell, as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Even now, thinking about it still hurts so much. I was right; kids this age have absolutely no sense of responsibility, they're fickle and easily bored. I never had any hope for him anyway. That bastard Feng Quan, I really want to call him out and give him a piece of my mind. He even said he loved me so much, that he'd do anything for me. This is for the best. I understand him better now; he's a morally corrupt boy. It proves my intuition was right. There's no future for him. This is a good end. I'll never have anything to do with him again. Yes, that's it. But why are my tears flowing uncontrollably…?

Just then, the bell rang for self-study. My wife took out her phone and called the headmaster, saying there was a sudden family emergency and she couldn't supervise the evening self-study session. She asked the headmaster to watch the session for her. Then, my wife left the school and took a taxi straight to Mo Xiaoyan's house…

"What did she say to you?" I asked, hearing this.

"She just recounted what I just told you," Mo Xiaoyan said.

"Nothing else?" I asked

. "She stated that children this age are unreliable and irresponsible, and that she would never associate with him again. She was very firm," Mo Xiaoyan said.

"And what did you say?" I asked dismissively.

"You might doubt that I didn't do my job well, right?" Mo Xiaoyan said,

"..." I remained silent.

"Actually, you're wrong. This time, I really didn't say anything. Seeing how angry Tong Xue seemed, I thought that was all. But I didn't expect things to still turn out this way. This matter shouldn't have ended there." "Mo Xiaoyan said

, 'Then? What happened?' I asked

, 'You really want to know everything? Aren't you afraid of being shocked?' Mo asked,

'What's there to be afraid of after all this? Tell me,' I said.

'It happened right under your nose...' Mo continued, as I recounted the events,

starting with He Xinjing. Feng Quan's relationship with her wasn't actually as deep as his wife imagined. That day, his wife lectured him, citing the month's time limit, and refused to see him again, saying it so firmly. He was very depressed and naturally angry with his wife, blaming her for hurting his feelings.

Just then, He Xinjing appeared. The two already knew each other, and they chatted briefly that day by chance. This girl was very open, and a couple of days later, she directly proposed to him that they be boyfriend and girlfriend. Feng Quan was heartbroken and felt depressed every day. When a beautiful woman offered herself up, he wasn't really interested, but he thought it would be good to have someone to pass the time." So he neither agreed nor refused. The girl was more proactive when they were together, but nothing really went on. After all, it was just the girl who was enthusiastic. Feng Quan was just trying to relieve his boredom

. His wife was very sad that day, and he couldn't hide it from his best friend. At first, she talked about it nonchalantly, but then she started to grit her teeth and finally burst into tears. Mo Xiaoyan found it a bit ridiculous. He had been warning her that this was absurd and not to take it seriously, but his friend just didn't have much experience in this area. After some persuasion, his wife said that she would never have anything to do with him again. Mo Xiaoyan could only think to herself, "Let nature take its course. It's hard to say what will happen in the future."

His wife continued going to work as usual, and Feng Quan appeared in class as if nothing had happened. Feng Quan would still find opportunities to talk to her, but his wife always maintained a formal and serious demeanor. On the surface, it seemed she had completely accepted the situation, but only she could feel the involuntary tension she felt every time she saw Feng Quan. Every time she saw Feng Quan leave with a somewhat disappointed and sad look in his eyes after their conversation, she felt a pang of heartache…

Just as Mo Xiaoyan said, "It all happened right under my nose. Now that I've heard it, I really feel like I was so slow to react. Why…?" Why didn't I think about it then? Actually, it wasn't that I didn't think about it, it just flashed through my mind. This was truly humiliating, an absolute humiliation for me. I really regret hearing about it...

I remember that day, it was a Wednesday. The late autumn night was cool, but the weather was still nice, with a bright moon and few stars. It wasn't supposed to be my shift that day, but a colleague's wife was about to give birth, so I covered for him. I was patrolling slowly on the road with another colleague. I thought that nothing would happen on such a quiet night, and I could get through it peacefully. But unexpectedly, around 10 p.m., I received a call from the command center. Someone had reported that there was a fight in my jurisdiction.

This kind of thing is commonplace; it happens almost every week. Driving to the scene, I found a group of students fighting with people from a restaurant. Someone called the police as soon as the fight started. When we arrived, there were quite a few onlookers at a distance, who naturally stopped when the police arrived. My colleague and I quickly gathered information and then took the students and several restaurant staff involved in the fight back to the station.

The cause was quite simple: three students went to a restaurant and got into an argument with a waiter over a minor issue. These kids had all been drinking and seemed to be looking for trouble. They started by hurling insults, and then a fight broke out with a male waiter. The restaurant owner immediately called the police. This kind of thing happens quite often these days; I don't understand why kids this age are so reckless. Is

it even worth fighting? Since no one was injured, it wasn't difficult to handle. I first gathered some information, and it turned out that all three students were from my wife's school. When I heard one of the boys say his name was Feng Quan, I paused, then looked up at him. The boy in front of me was a head taller than the other two, and looked stronger. He had sharp features and a handsome face. I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. My wife had mentioned him a while ago, saying that this student had actually written her a love letter. She described him as a hopeless student who wasn't good in any way. I wasn't entirely sure if he was the Feng Quan my wife had mentioned, but I had a feeling it was him.

Seeing such a handsome boy, I felt a strange mix of emotions. Because of my wife, I couldn't help but compare myself to him; perhaps everyone experiences this kind of jealousy.

As I looked at him, he stared back at me with a disdainful look, seemingly very unconvinced. These days, people might say "cool," and he was exactly like that. Seeing him like that made me even more annoyed. He was already in the police station and still acting so arrogant; he was asking for trouble.

Because all three were minors, we asked them to call their parents to the station. The other two boys were obedient as soon as they arrived, pleading a few times before finally calling their parents. But Feng Quan was the only one who remained the same, disdainfully telling me,

"My parents are out of town, calling won't help, they can't come."

"Do you know where you are? Who are you talking to? You're here and you're still acting tough?!" I got even angrier when I heard that. A student so young and already so arrogant.

"My parents aren't even in Beijing! What am I supposed to do?!" He didn't back down at all after I said that, instead becoming even more arrogant. Even

my colleague next to me couldn't listen to him anymore. "That's arrogant enough. What's wrong with you? You've committed a crime and you still think you're right?"

"..." Feng Quan didn't speak, but still stood there defiantly.

At this moment, the parents of the two children arrived. I ignored Feng Quan and explained the situation to the parents, instructing them to discipline their child properly at home. Both parents were quite reasonable and kept trying to reason with me. One of the male parents immediately slapped his child

and said viciously

, "You son of a bitch! Skipping school and causing trouble, you'll be coming home soon!"

I had them sign a document, and both children and their parents apologized to the restaurant staff. Then they each took their children home. The restaurant staff said a few polite words and left as well.

Now only Feng... He stood there, still the same old guy, and I ignored him. I opened the computer to enter the file.

"When can I leave?" Feng Quan spoke after a while.

"Wait for your parents to come." I said

, "I already told you, my parents aren't in Beijing. Call them if you don't believe me." He got a little impatient.

"Then wait until your parents come back to take you away." I admit I was deliberately making things difficult for him.

"My parents aren't coming back this month!" He said

, "Hey, you're always making a fuss about this and that. Do you even know where you are?" I said,

"..." He didn't say anything, but he snorted,

"I asked you a question, didn't you hear me?"

"Why won't you let me leave! My parents are out of town, and they can't come back right now!" He still wouldn't back down. Actually, in this situation, if he had said a few nice words and been more polite, I would have let it go, but I was just being stubborn.

"What are you so arrogant about? You're so tough at your age, I can't stand you! Try being tough with me again!"

I was really getting angry. Normally, police discipline is strict these days, and besides, he's just a kid, but I don't know why, just looking at him made me irritated.

"..." He didn't say anything, but his face was full of anger, looking like he wanted to punch me.

"Let me tell you, behave yourself. There are plenty of guys tougher than you. You really don't know your place."

After I finished speaking, he didn't say anything, but his expression remained the same. I simply ignored him.

After a while, his phone suddenly rang. As soon as he took it out, I said, "Did I let you answer it?"

"The school is calling!" he said

. "That's perfect, your school can come and pick you up."

"Hello, teacher, I'm at the police station. They said you have to come and pick me up. You'll understand when you get here. They won't let me leave without you." He simply said these few words and hung up the phone.

About half an hour later, my wife appeared outside the door. The moment I saw her, I knew she was there because of Feng Quan. Originally, I wanted to ask Feng Quan who his teacher was. If he really was my wife's student, I would let him off the hook. But I didn't expect him to be so arrogant, so I didn't ask.

My colleague was very surprised, "Sister-in-law, what brings you here?"

"You're taking care of that jerk of a student!" His wife said irritably.

It wasn't her turn to supervise self-study today; their daughter was with her mother. She had gone shopping and had dinner with two colleagues after work. She had just gotten home when she received a call from the school saying that Feng Quan wasn't in the dormitory or in class after evening self-study. As the homeroom teacher, she naturally asked if Feng Quan had asked for leave. His wife didn't understand what was going on, so she had no choice but to call him. She didn't want to get involved, but it was her responsibility.

His wife had been outwardly calm these past two days, but she felt uneasy whenever she thought about Feng Quan. She didn't understand why; it was a strange sense of imbalance and resentment towards Feng Quan. She felt particularly uncomfortable whenever she thought about how Feng Quan was with He Xinjing. Feng Quan hadn't contacted her again, which was the outcome she had hoped for, but the fact that it was actually like this made her feel uneasy.

I heard he was at the police station tonight, and it just so happens to be my police station. I'm really torn about whether to go or not. She's a little afraid of facing Feng Quan alone so late, but this should be within her job duties.

When she saw me there, a fleeting, unnatural expression crossed her face. I noticed it too, but didn't think much of it. I explained the situation to her. When Feng Quan learned that I was her husband, he seemed very surprised. After his wife scolded him a few times, she made him apologize to me and my colleague. It seems his wife really has authority over him. Although unwilling, he reluctantly said a few conciliatory words. I was still very disgusted by his reaction and didn't say anything nice like,

"Be more careful next time." "A student who doesn't stay in school properly, running around causing trouble late at night, don't wait until the school can't handle you anymore and sends you to a place that can. Next time, it won't be so easy!" After saying this, I felt a sense of satisfaction, as if I had disciplined a student who was giving my wife a headache. Now, thinking about it, I feel incredibly ashamed. I scolded him a few times that night, but he retaliated against me dozens, even hundreds of times more, without my knowledge. Anyway, I think this is his revenge...

My wife and Feng Quan successfully hailed a taxi outside. She hadn't spoken to him yet. Feng Quan said quietly first,

"I'm sorry, I caused you trouble and made you lose face."

"...What face did I lose?" my wife replied.

"I didn't expect your husband to handle it..."

"...Just this once, I promise I won't interfere again."

"Let me take you home first. Can I ask for leave tonight to go home and change my clothes?" After a while, Feng Quan said to his wife,

"If you skip the night without asking for leave, write a self-criticism and submit it to the security department tomorrow." His wife coldly replied,

"Okay." Feng Quan agreed.

The car quickly arrived at the apartment building. His wife got out first, but she didn't expect Feng Quan to get out after paying the fare, and then the car drove off.

"What are you doing? Why did you get out?" His wife felt a sudden tension. She felt that Feng Quan was definitely going to do something again.

"I want to talk to you," Feng Quan said

. "Talk about what?" His wife said

, "Why have you been treating me like this these past few days? It's really making me feel terrible. Tonight, it's because of you that I went out drinking." Feng Quan even said with a hint of tears in his voice,

"I already made it very clear to you that day." His wife said,

"But I don't want it to be like this. I'm really feeling terrible. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten into trouble tonight and been scolded by your husband like that."

"...That's your problem, I can't help it," my wife said coldly, but her heart was pounding. She tried her best to control her emotions, but she felt a vague excitement.

At this moment, Feng Quan stepped forward and hugged my wife tightly. "I really missed you so much, I can't go on living!"

My wife felt like she could hardly breathe from his hug. "Let go!"

"I beg you, don't do this to me!"

"Let go first, let others see!" My wife struggled.

"Then let's go to your house, or I won't let go." Feng Quan's recklessness came back.

"Let go first!" My wife said seriously.

Feng Quan let go of her hand, and my wife turned and walked upstairs. Feng Quan followed closely behind. When she opened the door, her hands trembled. She didn't know what it meant to let him in...

As soon as they entered the house, Feng Quan hugged her tightly again and began to kiss my wife passionately. My wife still tried to break free from him. "If you keep doing this, you'll never see me again."

"No, it's better if I never see you again than if you treat me like this!"

"You..."

"I can't live without you!" Feng Quan said, his voice trembling with tears.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Hearing this, his wife recalled the scene she'd witnessed that night, and felt a pang of sadness, as if she'd suffered a great injustice. Her tone was almost a complaint,

"She's not my girlfriend. She insisted on pursuing me, and you don't want me anymore. I'm so lonely and miserable. There's nothing between us. I haven't spoken to her since that night."

"..." Hearing Feng Quan say this, his wife actually felt a little better, her mind starting to race.

Seeing his wife remain silent, Feng Quan continued his advances, kissing her while slipping his hand inside her bra. His wife grabbed his hand tightly, "Please don't do this! I can't make that mistake again!"

"I feel so uncomfortable, can you let me touch you? Please, I really can't take it anymore." He frantically reached inside again.

When his somewhat cold hand touched his wife's breast again, she shuddered. Her nipples felt a tingling sensation, and she could clearly feel them reacting under his large hand. At that moment, she hated how sensitive her body was; like someone trying to please someone, her breasts would swell up uncontrollably at the slightest touch. With a gentle rub from Feng Quan, she felt utterly powerless. His hands could perfectly cover almost every inch of her breasts that needed care. Actually, her breasts had been restless ever since Feng Quan and she went upstairs.

I knew my wife's breasts were quite sensitive; every time I touched them, she would get short of breath after a short while. My wife's breasts were indeed comfortable to touch, always with a gentle, smooth, and delicate texture, and a standard cone shape. The feel of them would be a pleasure for any man to hold. Her two nipples were also very beautiful, pink and round. Normally, they would stand softly and obediently in the center, protected by the areolas of just the right size. Although not ostentatious, they were a perfect embellishment. Normally, they looked like they were asleep, but once stimulated, they would quickly change into another form, becoming firm and erect, like two freshly picked pink cherries. With just a slight flick of a finger, they would tremble with elasticity, and my wife would blush and let out a soft moan. When we first got married, whenever we were alone, I loved touching her breasts. It wasn't that I was lustful; they just felt so good to touch, and holding them in my hands filled me with happiness.

I believe any man touching her breasts would find the feel absolutely wonderful, never getting tired of it no matter how long he kneaded them. The smooth, delicate, and incredibly elastic feel is truly irreplaceable. Perhaps the feel of my breasts and Feng Quan's is similar, but my wife's experience is worlds apart. Feng Quan's hand shape is something I lack, and his strength and technique are beyond my reach. Even after years of marriage, I've never tried it.

My wife only experienced this feeling after meeting Feng Quan. Before that, she never knew breasts could be touched so comfortably. Although she's very sensitive there, she never asked me to care for her there. Perhaps we became too familiar with each other, so I gradually neglected her breasts, even during sex.

But this time with Feng Quan was so different. She had never craved the feeling of her breasts being touched so much. She loved that feeling. Feng Quan would usually hug her from behind, then roughly slip his hand inside her bra, pressing all ten fingers against it, then closing them to completely envelop her in his hand. He would then begin to fondle her with an irregular rhythm, and his wife would quickly lose all strength and become completely unable to resist.

Today, the feeling seemed even more intense. Perhaps the strong desire from a few days ago hadn't subsided, and with the arrival of that familiar stimulation, it was awakened once more.

"You...don't...do...me...! Oh..." His wife's soft, weak protest was like an aphrodisiac to Feng Quan at this moment, injecting an even stronger stimulant into his already rock-hard penis. He felt his erection was almost unbearable, reaching an unprecedented level of hardness and length. The erection felt like being burned; he felt he had to quickly penetrate his wife's vagina to soothe her, otherwise he felt it would burn away completely... His

wife had lost all strength; her arms seemed to need to brace against Feng Quan's neck to support her as she continued... Standing, she felt a surge of emotion coursing through her body. The skin on the outside of her vagina automatically turned outward, the skin at the vaginal opening directly touching her underwear. Every inch of the vaginal walls was unbearably itchy. She had lost all thought, wanting only for Feng Quan's penis to enter her body quickly. Even if I suddenly returned, it couldn't stop. Everything had to wait until the passion with Feng Quan was over...

Both of them had glazed eyes, neither able to endure a moment longer. Their mutual caresses seemed to only increase their physical pain. Their lips were pressed tightly together, as if they wanted to devour each other whole.

Feng Quan used his right hand to lift his wife's legs, then lifted her horizontally. His wife obediently hooked her arms around his neck, then buried her head deeply in his broad chest.

"Which room is the bed in?" Feng Quan asked softly but somewhat anxiously.

"Go in... the room on the right," his wife answered weakly and breathlessly in a low voice. She was referring to their bedroom.

Feng Quan carried his wife inside. The bedroom was pitch black, but the streetlights outside provided enough light to make out the layout. His wife reached out and turned on the light, deliberately keeping it as dim as possible. The bedroom light was a warm, orange-yellow hue, like a lit candle, soft and hazy. The first thing that caught their eye was our clean and tidy bed, with our wedding photo hanging above it. In the photo, his wife wore a pink cheongsam, looking beautiful and charming, while he wore a police uniform, looking dignified and imposing. Anyone who saw my photo would feel a sense of awe.

But Feng Quan seemed completely unconcerned; he even gave my photo a slightly contemptuous smile. His wife heard his laughter and felt a pang of guilt, but at that moment, she was already lost in passion, and this feeling was fleeting. Feng Quan strode to the bedside, practically throwing my wife onto it, then pounced on her like a hungry wolf…

Under my solemn gaze, as seen in the photo, the two of them were tightly embracing on the bed. Feng Quan almost roughly removed my wife's clothes one by one, leaving her naked before him once more. The room's light made her naked body even more alluring. Her eyes were closed, her hands seemingly shyly covering her breasts, her legs tightly closed as she lay on her side. How could Feng Quan possibly control himself at this sight!

He stepped forward and directly pried open my wife's legs, without even looking. His penis was practically indestructible at this moment, entering her body effortlessly. My wife, in fact, had been impatient for a long time; her sharp, loud scream seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

"Ah...!!!!" This scream, tinged with a sob, seemed to be the most enthusiastic welcome to Feng Quan.

His wife suddenly felt a hot, hard pillar penetrate her body. Her already open vaginal opening seemed unprepared, not expecting this guest to be so strong. Instantly, her entire vagina felt like it was on fire, followed by a tearing sensation on every inch of her delicate skin. After that moment of pain from being stretched open, she felt an extremely comfortable pleasure. The feeling of being penetrated was indescribable. She liked it very much. This time, she really felt a kind of floating pleasure. Then, Feng Quan began to thrust in a rhythm that seemed to be innate. His knuckles seemed even more prominent and sharp today, grinding against the skin inside her vaginal walls, causing a comfortable numbness throughout her body. The tide inside was also discharged with each of his thrusts.

In fact, his wife had been longing for that electric current for many days, but unfortunately, no one but Feng Quan could provide it. Today, finally, summoned by Feng Quan's penis, it arrived as promised, instantly spreading throughout her body through her vagina...

But at this moment, his wife felt that Feng Quan's condition was different from before. Whether it was the size and hardness of his penis or his strength, it was much more vigorous. She even felt that she could hardly bear it for a moment. The frequency of his thrusts became faster and faster, and the upper part of his penis and her buttocks collided strongly with each thrust. The "slap slap" impact sound echoed in the bedroom. She felt that the pleasure from the friction in her vagina had not yet fully subsided when the next impact came. Every inch of the sensitive nerves in her vagina was visited by those small joints, and a pleasurable pain spread throughout her body. She could no longer hide her feelings.

"Ah!!!... Ah!" The painful groans echoed with the impact sound.

She didn't know why Feng Quan was so strong today. The intensity of the electric current continued to increase, and his wife's body quickly reached the edge of collapse. With Feng Quan... The seemingly perpetual motion of the current surged and concentrated rapidly. In that instant, the wife instinctively held her breath, her body seemingly devoid of sensation. Then, with Feng Quan's penetration, the current erupted, spreading erratically through every corner of her body. The iron gate at the tip of her vagina, closed for days, suddenly opened, and she felt the gushing forth of fluid. The current relentlessly trampled every inch of her vaginal skin.

"Ah!!" With a scream, all her strength vanished instantly. She could only feel her body convulsing from the shock of the current. At that moment, she felt as if she were ascending to heaven, a feeling of instant liberation, her body floating lightly in the air. Just as she was about to savor this divine sensation, Feng Quan below did not cooperate. His force did not lessen but instead intensified. Her already exhausted lower body, after a brief moment of pleasure, tensed again from the grinding sensation of his penis. The current quickly returned to her body.

This time, the feeling was different from before. After the intense impact, her body had wanted to rest and enjoy itself in this limp and weak state, but the renewed stimulation forced her back into battle. However, the skin inside her vagina was already exhausted from Feng Quan's penis, and forcing herself to fight back in this state was bound to be vulnerable. Enduring this electric shock while not fully recovered was simply too much for her to handle. The numbing sensation seemed to have discovered her weakness, swirling inside her vagina, refusing to go anywhere else.

"Ah!!... Ah!!... I can't take it anymore! I really can't take it anymore!!" She was in unbearable pain, involuntarily expressing her feelings.

But Feng Quan seemed even more encouraged by her moans, thrusting into her body with an even more desperate, all-out effort. She didn't want to admit defeat; she had never experienced unbearable pain during sex before, but today she truly understood. It wasn't discomfort, but rather that the body couldn't endure it for long. Overwhelmed by this pleasure, she felt dizzy and her consciousness began to blur. She no longer cared about her dignity.

"Ah!... I really can't take it anymore, please... spare me!..." Tears streamed down her face. This wasn't sadness, but rather a complete emotional turmoil caused by the physical pleasure. She had never felt this way before.

"What did you say? Say it again, I didn't hear you!" Feng Quan was also surprised by his wife's reaction. A powerful sense of conquest instantly filled him. He felt proud, and a victor's triumph was evident. It wasn't that he hadn't heard her, but that he wanted to hear that beautiful voice again...

His wife's shy and painful pleas for mercy almost made Feng Quan ejaculate prematurely. In fact, he was already at his limit, but he was still reluctant to part with the feeling of his penis being held by the extremely soft skin inside his wife's vagina. No matter how he thrust, the mysterious skin inside her vagina would calmly dissolve the pain that the strong friction might cause to his penis, so he dared to use force without any restraint. However, while such rapid and frantic thrusting felt good, the more comfortable it was, the closer the climax would be. He felt a slight twitching in his penis. If he continued at this frequency, he would reach his peak in less than a minute. But he was reluctant to let go of this wonderful moment, so he wanted to prolong the time and enjoy it a little longer. Just as he was about to slow down his movements slightly, his wife suddenly cried out for mercy. Feng Quan saw that his wife's face was contorted, her eyes were closed, and her limbs were twitching. Her once neatly tied-up long hair was now disheveled and scattered around her face, adding to the contrast between her pleasure and pain. Looking at his wife in this state, Feng Quan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. An inexplicable sense of accomplishment spread through his body. Perhaps for men, especially boys his age, conquering a woman who seemed impossible to conquer was the greatest sense of achievement.

His wife's sudden cry for help both stimulated him, injecting new energy into him, and also served as a cover for his impending climax, forcing him to slow down and preserve some face. Even if his wife could have held on for just a few more seconds, their feelings might have been different. But those few seconds completely shifted the sense of conquest in Feng Quan's favor, while his wife could only helplessly accept her utter defeat. "What did you say?"

Feng Quan, excited by his wife's pleas, also wanted to tease her. Although he had to pause his movements briefly after hearing her words, he didn't lessen his strength, suddenly thrusting even harder into the deepest part of his wife's body. "Ah..."

His wife felt the pressure on her lower body lessen after he slowed down a bit, but she really couldn't withstand the strong impact anymore. Just as she was about to speak, Feng Quan deliberately thrust his penis in and out forcefully. Although the thrusting was slow this time, it made his wife feel it even more clearly. Especially when he entered her, it felt like the head of his penis was pressing against her most sensitive nerve area. The skin inside her vagina contracted tightly, and then a tingling, electric-like sensation ran through her from her vagina to her whole body. This was the most comfortable moment for a woman, but his wife really couldn't enjoy this wonderful feeling. Just as she was about to seriously tell Feng Quan to be gentler, he playfully thrust into her again, catching her off guard. This caused his wife to let out another near-scream. "What's wrong? What did you just say?"

Seeing this, Feng Quan became even more excited, increasing the frequency and intensity of his thrusts, maintaining the same method. His penis was already somewhat numb; his wife's vagina would tighten and firmly grip his penis after each thrust. If it weren't for the lubrication from her vaginal secretions, his penis wouldn't be able to move in and out so freely. Although he was forcing himself to stay alert, he preferred to enjoy the pained expression on his wife's face as he played with her. "Ah!...Ah! Ah! I really...can't take it anymore!...I'm going to die!"

his wife cried out in pain before pleading. She managed to utter the last two sentences, but at that moment she truly felt dizzy, her vision blurred, and her breathing rapid. "Can't take it anymore?"

Seeing this, Feng Quan slowed his movements, preparing for his final thrust, while also teasing her with a hint of sarcasm. "..."

His wife kept her eyes tightly closed, not speaking, only nodding slightly. At this point, she probably had to obey whatever Feng Quan said. As a complete loser, she had no ability to resist. Moreover, from the bottom of her heart, this passionate storm had indeed given her extreme pleasure. The itching and blockage in her vaginal walls had been smoothed out by the friction of his penis's knuckles. Her previously submissive vaginal opening was once again stretched open by his large penis. She truly enjoyed this rebirth-like feeling of comfort in her lower body. However, later, Feng Quan's strength was too great, and she experienced one orgasm after another. Somewhat overwhelmed, but admitting she couldn't bear the pleasure, Feng Quan said, "Then I'll let you enjoy it a little longer." Seeing this, Feng Quan's spirits soared, and he began his final thrust. This was the most intense attack of the entire process. His wife had thought that after she surrendered, Feng Quan would stop, but instead, he pressed his advantage. How could she withstand such a powerful impact? "Ah! Ah! Ah!..."

She felt Feng Quan's enormous organ inside her not only rubbing against her but also emitting a powerful electric current, attacking her. She felt her whole body begin to convulse violently; if this continued, she feared she would truly lose consciousness. She knew this was Feng Quan's final thrust, but she felt she couldn't endure even a second longer. His penis seemed to be igniting her vagina. Amidst her already hoarse cries, Feng Quan continued at a rapid pace... The movement abruptly stopped in an instant, accompanied by a sound of extreme pleasure and satisfaction. He then managed a few more weak wriggles before collapsing limply onto his wife. She could feel a surge of heat powerfully spraying into her body. Feng Quan then withdrew with some difficulty and lay down beside her. As the impact abruptly ceased, his wife's body quickly entered a state of rest. "Oh..."

With a weak groan, she slumped there, feeling a tingling sensation throughout her body, her limbs limp. She felt as if she were floating in the air, not lying on a bed, yet her mood was indescribably pleasant. His wife closed her eyes; she didn't want to see any reality, only wanting to enjoy this wonderful feeling. At that moment, her mind was optimistic about everything, as if there was nothing that couldn't be solved, no difficulty whatsoever.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt Feng Quan grab her forearm and pull her into his arms. She didn't resist; at that moment, neither her mind nor body had the will to resist. She let Feng Quan hold her tightly, hoping to fall asleep like this and never wake up again… She could feel Feng Quan's breathing and heartbeat. Looking up at Feng Quan so close to her, her handsome, sunny, and still somewhat youthful face was staring at her. This boy truly gave her feelings she had never experienced before. Perhaps it was a woman's unique genes at work; after being conquered, Feng Quan seemed even more perfect. There was absolutely no reason to dislike him. She felt like a high school girl again, and that she and he were a real couple. Her joyful feelings made it impossible to remain indifferent. She knew she liked this boy, but had been avoiding him. Wasn't this the scene she had longed for for so many days?

Seeing his wife's docile expression, Feng Quan immediately relaxed. He had been worried that she would turn on him immediately after the passion, like the previous two times, but judging from her expression, she clearly wouldn't for the time being. "You're not angry, are you?"

Feng Quan still asked tentatively, a little nervously. "...You're so rough!"

His wife was a little shy but pretended to be angry as she scolded him, as if it were flirting. "What, was I too rough and hurt you?"

Feng Quan couldn't miss her tone. "You knew it and still did it on purpose?"

After saying that, his wife shook off his arm and sat up, wrapping the blanket around herself. "I couldn't help it, I couldn't control myself." Feng Quan completely relaxed and got up to sit next to her. "Did you do it all inside?" His wife felt something flowing out. "I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself."

"You really have no sense of responsibility at all," his wife said. "I'm sorry, I'll definitely be careful next time, okay?"

"Next time? Don't even dream about it!"

his wife said. "You're not going to kick me out again, are you?"

Feng Quan suddenly became a little nervous. His wife found his expression both cute and funny. "If I told you to leave, would you leave?"

“I’m afraid you’ll get angry and ignore me if I don’t leave.” “…Will I stop being angry if you leave?” “I’m just afraid you’ll get angry. As long as you don’t get angry and ignore me

, I’ll do anything!” Feng Quan said the same thing again. “…You’re such a child. What can I do to you? You don’t need to be afraid of anything.” “What are you afraid of?”

“Don’t you know that what you’ve done to me could ruin my reputation and cause my family to break up?”

At this point, his wife couldn’t help but feel melancholy again. “…If that were better, I could be with you forever.” “You really think everything is so simple.” “I think there’s no difficulty in the world that can’t be overcome,” Feng Quan said firmly. “Sigh, forget it, I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” “…Okay, then let’s not talk about it.” Feng Quan also complied. “Your parents really went on a business trip?”

His wife took the initiative to change the subject. “Yes, they really went to Fujian. It seems there’s a contract to sign there.” “Do they usually care about you?”

“So-so. Their minds are mainly on business. I mainly talk to them about money. I don’t like to talk to them about other things.” “Have you decided which country you want to study in now?”

“They’ll arrange everything for me then, can we not talk about this? I get annoyed just thinking about it.” “This concerns your future, why are you annoyed?”

“I don’t want to go.”

“Why?”

“Because I won’t see you anymore…”

After hearing him say this, his wife felt a strange sadness mixed with a sense of gratitude. She didn’t know how to respond to Feng Quan’s words. “What’s wrong?”

Feng Quan asked when she didn’t speak. “Nothing,” his wife said. “Did I say something that upset you again?”

“No…”

his wife said softly. Feng Quan reached out and hugged her again. “I really love you. I’m just afraid that I won’t see you anymore once I go abroad, so I don’t want to leave.” “…You’re too naive. This will only hold you back. Be more realistic,” his wife said. “I don’t think I’m being unrealistic. Why don’t you believe me?”

“…Sigh, let’s not talk about this anymore.” “Okay, as long as you don’t send me away.” After saying that, Feng Quan hugged her even tighter, and then brought his mouth close to hers again. His wife shyly dodged away. “Every time, I’m always worried that you will blame me and ignore me afterward, so I feel like I’m not free enough. Can you let me relax a little?” As Feng Quan spoke, he began to gently knead her breasts with his hands. “What are you going to do?”

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