[Urban] Adultery: The Countryside's Big Weapon (Complete) - 31-33

Chapter 15.

His wife seemed to be covered in sensitive nerves; the slightest touch made her breasts tingle. She wanted to firmly stop him, but her voice betrayed her. "Don't you want to?"

Feng Quan asked with a smile. "Get lost, don't push your luck," his wife said. "Don't be so serious with me, okay? This time I'll be gentle and make you truly comfortable, let you see my real strength."

He then forcefully pinned her down. "You're going too far!" his wife struggled. Feng Quan didn't speak again, but began kissing her, from her face to her neck. His tongue felt incredibly soft, and the touch of his saliva on her skin was cool and moist. When he kissed her breasts, the tip of his tongue just... The moment his touch touched her nipple, she felt an unbearable tingling sensation spreading throughout her body. She felt her nipple swell instantly, becoming incredibly hard. She had a sliver of thought to resist, but her body's reaction overwhelmed her will. Although she still gripped Feng Quan's hands as if to stop him, it was completely ineffective. Feng Quan had clearly noticed the change in her body, so he attacked her delicate breasts even more intensely. She seemed to be making a final resistance, tightly closing her lips to prevent the sounds of pleasure and desire from escaping, but this was obviously futile. The sounds were equally irresistible; even with her mouth closed, they were forcibly released through her nose with her breath. Hearing this, Feng Quan knew his wife was doomed, so he attacked even more aggressively, kissing her breasts while forcibly withdrawing his right hand and reaching towards her... At this point, his wife was already overwhelmed and unable to focus on anything else. When she felt Feng Quan's hand reaching towards her vagina, it was too late to tighten her legs. Feng Quan's hand had already reached its target. He seemed to know the terrain perfectly, finding his target quickly and accurately. His four fingers gently massaged her vagina. His wife immediately felt a comfortable, itchy sensation on her labia. This feeling echoed her breasts, and she could no longer bear it. She felt a clear stream flowing down her lower abdomen, wetting her entire vagina and smoothly expelling it. His wife's lips could no longer be controlled, and she let out a happy and pleasurable moan, "Ah..."

Although she tried her best to suppress it, it couldn't escape Feng Quan's ears in the room with the two of them. "How is it? Comfortable?" Feng Quan suddenly raised his head and gave her a smug smile. The wife didn't speak, because she didn't know what to say. Feng Quan suddenly moved downwards, aiming his head at her lower abdomen. "What are you doing!"

His wife pressed her legs together, then sat up, blushing, and said, "Well, I've never really appreciated your private parts before. Can I appreciate them properly today?" Feng Quan looked up and said seriously, "...You really..." His wife was speechless at his bluntness, continuing to press her legs together while grabbing the blanket beside her to cover herself. Seeing this, Feng Quan didn't press further, simply burying his head deep into her thighs and beginning to kiss that area. His wife kept twisting her body to the side, but Feng Quan naturally didn't relax at all. While kissing, he reached out and pried open her tightly closed thighs. His wife was so weak from his kisses that her avoidance seemed like a form of restraint; in reality, she had no strength left. Her body, uncontrollably, gently opened with Feng Quan's movements... and her most mysterious area was completely exposed to him. Feng Quan suddenly felt a flash before his eyes, as if a bright light had blinded him. To be honest, although he and his wife had been intimate several times, he was always somewhat apprehensive. His wife was different from his previous girlfriends; those relationships were consensual. As he said, he was always afraid she would suddenly stop, so he couldn't completely relax. Although he had seen her private parts before, he had never dared to examine them closely. He was afraid to stop, fearing he would lose the opportunity, feeling a sense of rape each time.

But today was different. His wife hadn't immediately chased him away, and they were at his house. He felt an indescribable excitement, feeling that the teacher he had been pursuing for so long was finally about to be completely conquered, and a sense of pride welled up within him.

Actually, his wife's vagina wasn't much different from other women her age who had gone through similar experiences. It was just that because she had a C-section when she gave birth to their daughter, it still looked quite tight. However, it was clearly different from the vaginas Feng Quan had slept with many young girls. Although she wasn't very old, she had been married for many years, and there were bound to be traces left on her. Her labia had lost their pinkish luster. But at this moment, in Feng Quan's eyes, this was the most beautiful vagina he had ever seen in years. He felt that it matched her appearance perfectly, and was more alluring than those young girls his age, even virgins. He gently touched it with his finger, and his wife immediately shuddered as if electrocuted. Then, he moved his head closer, gently pressed his lips to it, and opened his mouth, connecting his tongue with her most sensitive skin. His wife felt as if a cool, serpent was wriggling there. How could that already extremely sensitive organ resist such blatant teasing? She immediately felt an intense excitement throughout her vagina, every inch of her skin becoming tingly and itchy. The serpent slowed down after passing through, but then she felt an even stronger urge for his return.

My wife felt like the floodwaters there had overflowed; it had been so long since I'd kissed her there, and the feeling before was nowhere near as intense as this time. Feng Quan's tongue, as if it had eyes, darted and moved swiftly and nimbly, not missing an inch of the skin it needed. She had never felt anything like it before; she realized the tongue could be so powerful. She felt numb all over, a comfortable kind of pain, utterly powerless to resist. It seemed only by twisting her body could she alleviate the pain slightly. At the same time, her voice rang out uncontrollably,

soft moans of "Ah...ah!" announcing her feelings to Feng Quan.

Feng Quan, having already experienced her sensations, pushed his tongue to its limit, rapidly attacking the area that elicited the strongest reaction. My wife writhed in agony, her fair and radiant body writhing, but Feng Quan remained unmoved, continuing his actions. Her writhing became increasingly intense; at first, she only rubbed her body against the sheets, then she began to support herself with her legs, arching her back—at first only briefly, but later for longer periods.

At this moment, she felt Feng Quan twist her waist. She had no ability to resist and completely yielded to his movements. He turned her body around, making her lie face down on the bed. The view from behind was no less impressive than from the front; her entire body was limp and exposed. Feng Quan pressed his lips to her buttocks, and for some reason, a tingling sensation spread through her. This sensation seemed to pierce her vagina. Her already aroused area was now eagerly calling for stimulation again. She didn't know why, but she kept wanting to arch her buttocks, but a sliver of reason held her back. She was a person who never gave in; perhaps it was her personality that prevented her from surrendering so easily. Although she was in excruciating pain, she didn't want to appear weak. She struggled between mental and physical torment, but the physical desire was unbearable. She writhed in self-deception, though Feng Quan had already seen it all. Just then, Feng Quan again brought his mouth to her vagina. This time, the attack was even more ferocious. Her legs, which she had been trying to keep closed as if for show, were easily pried apart by Feng Quan. He reached his right hand under her, grabbed her waist, and lifted her body slightly. She felt her knees bend naturally, changing from a prone to a kneeling position. Then, she felt her vagina tighten as the hot, round shaft forcefully entered her.

This seemed particularly swift and sudden; she was completely unprepared. Because she was facing away from Feng Quan, she couldn't see his movements at all. Moreover, this was from behind, a position neither she nor I had ever tried. Whenever I suggested it, she said it felt uncomfortable, so after a few attempts, we completely abandoned this position.

But today, her feelings were completely different. She felt that Feng Quan's penis seemed harder and larger than before, and it thrust in all the way without any buffer. Her wife, with her buttocks raised high and completely open, was caught off guard and was thus thoroughly penetrated. She immediately felt her already open vaginal opening being forcibly stretched open even wider. She had never experienced such an invasion from behind before. Her entire vagina instantly felt burning hot from his penis, and a wave of pain spread throughout her body. "Ouch... what are you doing...?"

Unable to hold back her tears any longer, the wife rebuked Feng Quan, but he ignored her. He gripped her waist tightly and began thrusting rapidly. The wife felt as if her vaginal walls were being burned by the hot object. For the first time, she felt how delicate and vulnerable her vaginal walls were, the friction from the protruding knuckles of his penis causing excruciating pain. She felt utterly helpless, as if enduring torture. She desperately wanted to stop him, but his hands gripped her waist like iron clamps. "Slow down… I can't take it anymore," she pleaded again. Perhaps Feng Quan realized she was indeed uncomfortable, so this time he heeded her pleas and slowed his movements. Actually, his feelings were different from hers; he felt only unparalleled pleasure, that soft, yielding vaginal… The vaginal walls gripped every inch of his penis tightly, each thrust providing the perfect touch he desired. Feng Quan's movements were slow and gentle; although the depth of penetration remained the same, his wife felt significantly better. At least the pain of being violated was gone, and the skin inside her vagina naturally relaxed. She gradually felt the gentle friction soothe the pain of the earlier intense impact. A comfortable feeling began to arrive, and she felt a strange sense of fullness in her vagina. Initially, she had felt intense pain when Feng Quan's penis suddenly entered, but now the feeling had changed. When Feng Quan's penis withdrew, she immediately felt an emptiness, hoping he would return quickly. His wife had previously rejected this position, saying it was awkward and she didn't want to try it. She also disliked it, feeling it resembled the behavior of a prostitute. But today, it gave her a completely new feeling; she could even say it was the first time she had experienced the pleasure this position brought. At first, she lay face down with her head buried in the bed, seemingly only managing to lift her buttocks with the support of Feng Quan's hands. But as the feeling of comfort and pleasure deepened, she began to gently support herself on the bed with her elbows and then lift her upper body. This action, though seemingly ordinary at the time, was actually a positive signal to Feng Quan: his wife was no longer in pain... She was indeed becoming more and more comfortable. At this moment, Feng Quan maintained a gentle and soothing rhythm, moving his penis extremely gently. He was also a little nervous, afraid that he might accidentally hurt her and cause her to interrupt this wonderful act. But now, every time he withdrew his penis, his wife felt the interval between insertions was somewhat long. Her feelings had reversed from the beginning. Initially, she feared the burning pain of his penetration, which was only slightly relieved when he withdrew. Now, she disliked the emptiness after he withdrew and secretly hoped that Feng Quan would enter again quickly. The process of being filled again after leaving that emptiness sent a tingling sensation throughout her vagina, spreading throughout her body. She felt all her strength rapidly draining away. She didn't want to make a sound, didn't want to accept this position, but she couldn't resist the pleasurable feeling. From some point on, her painful screams turned into pleasurable responses when Feng Quan entered her: "Ah... um!..." She

could clearly hear the gentle, soothing moans coming from deep within her throat. For the first time, she felt such a strong craving for fullness in her vagina. She hoped Feng Quan would speed things up. She was a little shy, but too embarrassed to tell him directly, so she made that suggestive movement. Her painful, strained attempt to prop herself up was like a shot of adrenaline for Feng Quan. He felt instantly reassured, proving his wife had accepted the feeling. He longed for this moment; he wanted to be able to perform freely and normally. Just as his wife lifted herself up, she felt two large hands suddenly leave her waist and land on her breasts, gripping them tightly. His movements were delicate, kneading and squeezing with four fingers while lightly teasing her nipples with his index finger. This was completely unexpected for his wife. She had just begun to enjoy the pleasure in her lower body, and now her upper body was suddenly exposed to a new battlefield. The sensitive nerves in her breasts quickly spread throughout her body, colliding with the sensations in her vagina, assaulting her senses. "Ah!..."

Faced with this sudden sensation, she couldn't help but let out a scream. His wife still felt so... The gentle movements were somewhat unsatisfying. The stimulation of her breasts above echoed the stimulation below. The more her breasts were fondled, the greater her desire became. She was almost unable to control herself. When Feng Quan pulled out, she seemed to subconsciously arch her buttocks back slightly. This detail naturally did not escape Feng Quan's notice. He could see that his wife was completely enjoying herself, and her reaction excited him immensely. In fact, he had long been dissatisfied with the slow thrusting of his penis. For him, it was even more insufficient. He had intentionally increased the speed of his movements, but the amplitude was so small that his wife did not notice. Suddenly, his wife felt that Feng Quan's frequency had increased. This was something she had longed for for a long time. Finally, she did not have to wait so long. The feeling that had been empty quickly returned. That comfortable friction and sense of possession finally began to flow continuously into her body. This feeling was truly exceptionally comfortable. That current began to run through her body again. "Ah!... Ah..."

His wife's cries were accompanied by her body's movements. The sensation became increasingly pronounced, a natural feedback born of comfort. Gradually, she began to feel the electric current accumulating within her body. The pleasure brought by his penis required her body to handle it, but for his wife, it was clearly a case of supply exceeding demand. The tingling sensation from the first thrust would rush through her body, followed closely by the second, and sometimes two or even three thrusts would converge. His wife felt her body couldn't take it anymore; the comfortable electric current was accumulating all over her body, and she felt a burning sensation in her vagina. She seemed to feel Feng Quan's penis still swelling, and her vagina even felt somewhat overwhelmed. "Ah!... Ah! Ah! Ouch!"

His wife's voice began to carry this sensation, becoming somewhat shrill. But Feng Quan seemed to have entered his most excited phase. To him, his wife's reaction was an expression of even greater pleasure. His penis seemed unsatisfied with such a frequency of friction, so he increased his speed even more. His wife felt an unbearable pleasure there, not discomfort, but overwhelming comfort. The current coursing through her body intensified, and the skin inside her vagina stretched to its maximum. It wasn't just Feng Quan's penis thrusting; the impact of his body against her buttocks during his thrusts also generated a new surge of energy. She didn't know why her entire body was so sensitive. "Ah!...Ah! I can't take it anymore! Ah! I can't take it anymore!"

His wife felt completely drained, as if she were being lifted into the air. But her reaction didn't cause Feng Quan to change anything; instead, he continued to thrust into her at an even faster pace. "Ah!...Ah! I really can't take it anymore!..."

Tears began to stream down his face. He felt helpless, his back to him, unable to stop his movements, completely passively enduring the assault. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, as if trying to release some of the pent-up current within him. Feng Quan seemed to be reaching his climax. The frequency reached its maximum. The wife felt the currents stop flowing and concentrate, pounding into her most sensitive spots along with Feng Quan's penis. She felt the fluid gushing from her vagina spreading down her thighs onto the bed. At this point, she felt utterly powerless. With each thrust, her strength gradually faded, and she could only move her mouth, unable to move anything else. She could only express her feelings through sounds: "I can't take it anymore... I really can't... Please, have mercy on me!... Mmm..."

The wife pleaded with Feng Quan, her voice trembling with tears. But Feng Quan wouldn't let her go halfway if he couldn't achieve complete satisfaction. He began his final thrusts, the high-speed, intense impact unlike anything the wife had ever experienced. She felt a sense of despair, unsure what would become of her if this continued. Her body's reactions were unbearable; her most sensitive areas were being battered and bruised by the currents. "Ah!... Ah! Oh God..."

Just as his wife was screaming at the loudest volume she had ever heard, Feng Quan suddenly stopped. She felt his penis wriggle a few times after he stopped and then make a muffled sound. As his movements stopped, his wife felt a great relief, a tremendous sense of satisfaction and happiness washing over her, as if she were in heaven. She felt Feng Quan pull his penis out of her body, and all her strength was drawn away with it. Her body felt as soft as cotton, and she instantly collapsed onto the bed. She wished she could die in this feeling; if she did, she would be the happiest person.

She felt an unprecedented comfort and satisfaction, both physically and mentally. Her emotions surged uncontrollably, a warm current flowing through her body. Tears streamed down her face; she didn't know why, but she just wanted to cry out loud, as if this could release the overwhelming pleasure within her. She cried as she writhed and struggled on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands, seemingly in pain, but in reality, it was a genuine reaction to the ultimate comfort and bliss. Feng Quan lay helplessly beside her, also feeling infinitely satisfied. This was a testament to their shared experience of seeing his wife in such pain. Somewhat at a loss, he gently patted her back. "What's wrong?"

His wife's reaction surprised him even more. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and buried her head in his chest. "You bastard, if you do this to me again, I'll kill myself!" she shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. "...I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

Feng Quan was truly bewildered. He gently stroked his wife's disheveled hair as he spoke. "Hold me!"

his wife shouted sternly, almost yelling. Feng Quan quickly stopped stroking her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace.

"Hold me tight!"

his wife said in a slightly calmer tone. Feng Quan tightened his arms around her, and she buried her face in his chest and burst into tears. After about five minutes, her emotions calmed down, and her sobs gradually subsided. Feng Quan felt incredibly happy at that moment. He understood why his wife was so distraught. It wasn't like last time when she blamed herself for her pain, but rather an expression of contentment and happiness. His wife's behavior now was entirely a woman's unique way, almost like a forceful display of affection. A happy and triumphant smile spread across his face, as if he had won a victory. The fear and trepidation he had felt after the previous two encounters had completely vanished.

"Don't cry," Feng Quan said gently. His wife ignored him, continuing to sob in his arms. Feng Quan remained silent, holding her tighter while gently patting her shoulder. After a while, he repeated, "Don't cry, okay?"

He then gently kissed his wife's cheek. "...What do you want! Do you really want me to die in front of you before you'll stop?!"

His wife, still a little tearful and emotional, said, "How could I? I truly love you. If you die, I won't live either!"

Feng Quan responded firmly, "...Feng Quan, if I ever see you flirting with other girls again, I'll really die!"

His wife said this fiercely, then cried again, "...I swear to God I will never do it again. From today onwards, I won't even talk to girls. If I make a mistake, I'll die!"

Feng Quan said firmly, his heart filled with excitement and agitation. Although his wife's words seemed like a warning, they actually implied a surrender. She knew she couldn't escape this boy's entanglement, not because of Feng Quan's relentless pursuit, but because she so deeply enjoyed the immense happiness and satisfaction she had felt. She suddenly felt so happy to be a woman, realizing for the first time that sex wasn't as simple as she had previously thought; it could bring her... The feeling was so wonderful. She had always thought the core of a person was the brain or heart, but it seemed her understanding was wrong. The most important part of a woman's body was actually the vagina. She realized that her vagina had a life of its own, and its sensations could so directly affect her entire body and mind. The wife didn't speak. After some time, although she still felt incredibly happy and joyful, her vagina was starting to hurt because Feng Quan's penis had been too thick and the force too strong. Even though they had been intimate several times, she still couldn't fully handle it. Each time, she would have a strong reaction, and this time was no different. Her entire genital area, including her lower abdomen, felt a burning pain from being stretched too far, and the pain was getting worse. But even so, she felt that this pain was a kind of happiness, something not every woman could experience…

Chapter 16

The two lay there quietly. After a while, Feng Quan turned his head and kissed her forcefully. This time, she didn't react excessively. Her heart was completely captured by Feng Quan. She was reluctant to torment him any longer, and only slightly embarrassedly avoided him. This time, she had no regrets. She even felt happy to have lost to this student. In her mind, Feng Quan was no longer a student; he was her boyfriend, her first love, someone she was willing to rely on. The comfort Feng Quan gave her made her willingly give. She didn't want to think about anything else now; at least today, she wanted to completely relax. She suddenly felt like she had been living a life of suppression all these years. "Don't leave me again. I really can't live without you. I must be with you forever." Seeing her reaction, Feng Quan couldn't contain his joy. Every time they finished, his wife would act like it was the last time, which made it difficult for him to feel happy afterward, even if he had his way with her. But this time was different. His wife's reaction was what he had dreamed of seeing. He could tell that this time she didn't show any regret. "...I'm just afraid you'll forget what you said today," his wife said somewhat resentfully. "How could you..." "Sure, I'll swear an oath right now," Feng Quan said. "...Forget it, be more mature. Stop with these childish things. What's the use of swearing an oath?" his wife said. "Then what will it take for you to believe me?" "...I don't know, but don't forget what I just said." "Which one?"

Feng Quan said. "You're a womanizer, aren't you..."

Before his wife could finish, "Don't worry, I'll never do it again. Can't I just not even talk to other girls?!"

Feng Quan said anxiously. "...It doesn't have to be that bad," his wife said, finding his anxious expression somewhat amusing. "I love you so much, I'm practically going crazy with love for you!"

Feng Quan hugged his wife even tighter from the front and said seriously, "...I'm already middle-aged, I really don't know what else I should do..." "What's there to make you go crazy over?" Although his wife said this, she was secretly very happy. "Where are you old? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, no one can compare," Feng Quan said excitedly. "...You love me just because I'm beautiful?"

his wife asked. "...Of course not, don't always ask me that, I don't know how to answer." "Okay, then I won't ask anymore." "I can't describe how much I love you, do you love me?"

Feng Quan asked. "...I don't want to answer such a question either." His wife couldn't answer this question either. She really didn't know if she loved him, but if she didn't, she knew best what had happened these past few days. She hoped to see him every day... "Okay, I'll listen to you, I'll do whatever you say," Feng Quan readily agreed. "...What are you looking at?" His wife felt a little embarrassed when she saw Feng Quan staring at her intently. "I just like looking at you, the more I look, the more I like it,"

Feng Quan said, then stared intently at his wife again. "...What's so interesting?" His wife felt genuinely embarrassed. "You're so beautiful, so beautiful! Really, you're perfect!" Feng Quan said, then reached out and gently touched her face. "You're so annoying," his wife thought, feeling an indescribable sweetness, a sweetness she had never experienced before. Seeing this, Feng Quan became even more arrogant, reaching his right hand towards her chest and firmly grasping her breast. "Can I touch it?"

"If I say no, you won't touch it?" his wife asked. "Yes, otherwise I'm afraid you'll get angry," Feng Quan said with a wicked smile, but his hand didn't loosen its grip at all. "You've already ruined me, and you're afraid I'll get angry? You're such a hypocrite..."

The feeling of his wife being touched like this was incredibly pleasurable. Objectively speaking, her breasts were indeed on the larger side and quite firm, a natural advantage. For some reason, Feng Quan's hands were perfectly matched to the size of her breasts, allowing him to almost completely control them. The temperature of his palms was slightly warmer than her body temperature, and the moment he touched her there, she felt incredibly comfortable. She immediately felt an uncontrollable tension and panic, and her entire breasts would swell with vitality as if it were child's play. Her nipples would quickly become erect, and then his hands, of course, wouldn't just hold them still. His palms pressed tightly against her breasts and began to gently knead them. It was unclear whether his hands moved with her breasts or her breasts moved with his hands, but the rhythm was perfect. As soon as he kneaded, his wife would feel her whole body go limp, all her strength gone, and her entire body would feel light and airy, not knowing what to do.

We've been married for so many years, and I especially love her breasts. They feel really good to touch, but she's never felt that way. She feels something when I touch her, but not as intensely. She doesn't know why, but it seems like she's naturally drawn to Feng Quan. The moment his hand touches her, even through her bra, she feels weak all over. All she can do is twist her waist and rub her legs together in rhythm with his kneading. Feng Quan doesn't just stop at massaging. When her nipples are fully erect, he'll promptly extend his index finger to gently tease them. This is like adding fuel to the fire for his wife. The first touch makes her involuntarily shudder. It's not intentional, but the rapid response of her vagina to her nipples makes her feel incredibly comfortable.

She felt a surge of heat rising within her. She never imagined she would experience this feeling again so soon. In the years we've been married, we've had sex two or three times a day, especially in the first two years of our marriage. But it was always within a single day. Most evenings, we'd finish and feel exhausted, then rest. At most, we'd do it again in the morning. There was never a second or third time right after we finished. Sometimes, my wife would feel unsatisfied afterward, but it seemed to have become a habit. Since it was late and we had to go to work, we wanted to rest as soon as possible. She'd asked if I was tired, and I usually answered that I was okay. So she probably always thought that a man wouldn't be able to perform again for a while after sex, so even if she was still interested, she didn't expect me to be passionate again. Gradually, it became a pattern. But today was different from another person. She really hadn't expected Feng Quan to have such abundant stamina. He was incredibly energetic. Was it because he was young? She didn't know. But she knew he wasn't just forcing himself; it was genuine desire. At that moment, Feng Quan's hand was still on her breast, and his mouth was close to her face…

His wife was completely limp, utterly powerless to resist, her face contorted in pain as she allowed him to manipulate her body… “Ah!… Ah! Uh… Ah!…”

After what seemed like an eternity, with several painful screams from his wife, both of them collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted. Perhaps from that day on, their relationship entered a new phase… Mo Xiaoyan spoke calmly, but she recounted the events in detail. These weren't things she had witnessed firsthand; some were told to her by my wife, and others by Feng Quan.

I didn't speak either. She said she'd drunk a few sips of tea, then stared out the window without a word, as if waiting for me to ask a question. I didn't know what to ask. At first, I felt like I was dreaming and couldn't believe it. Now, I felt like I was interrogating someone in a case unrelated to me, merely a witness giving testimony. I wanted to know more details of the case. I was dizzy, my senses were numb—that was truly how I felt at the time.

"And then?" I blurted out without thinking. "Then it's like this now," Mo Xiaoyan said. "Like what?"

I said. "You already know very well, do I need to say anything more?"

Mo Xiaoyan countered, "...Did she tell you she was happy with him?"

I asked. "Yes, that's why I advised you to give her up." "How could she tell you she was happy?"

I felt my eyes welling up as I said this, a kind of indescribable sadness welling up inside me, but I tried to control myself. "Why are you doing this to yourself, making yourself suffer?" Mo Xiaoyan said with a sympathetic tone. "I want to understand..." "Bai, what does it mean for her to be happy? I really don't know what happiness means to her."

This is my honest opinion. Over the years of our marriage, she's always been the same to me, neither warm nor cold. I've always thought that's just how she is. Sometimes she gets angry and yells at me, and sometimes her bad mood shows on her face in front of our friends. I'm used to it and always give in to her. Over the years, she's basically never yielded to me, and she's never pleaded with me, whether she's right or wrong. I think she just likes this kind of life, so I never argue with her and just go along with it.

But men, especially those in my profession, can't be without temper. After so many years of marriage, her temper has gotten worse in the last two years. Sometimes I feel like I can't take it anymore and I argue with her, but she's not afraid at all. She even swears when she gets angry. At that moment, I can't believe she's a teacher. Afterwards, it doesn't end well for me; I still have to coax her. Sometimes I do have extreme thoughts, wondering what I'll become if I continue like this, whether I'll act like a man anymore. But that's just how she is. Sometimes she talks to her parents like that too. Who knows when she might get angry and yell at her mother too? Her mother says she's used to it, knows she has a bad temper and doesn't argue with her, and advises me to be more accommodating. I truly believe there's no man in this world more accommodating to her than me. "To achieve the life she truly wants," Mo Xiaoyan said calmly. "Is this the life she wants? Is sex her life?"

I said, "That's why I say you don't understand her, you don't even understand women. Sometimes that's just how it is for women, sex..." "Of course it's not all of life, but it's the most helpful thing for love." "...Can you sense her happiness?"

I was speechless. After getting married and having a daughter, we were busy making a living. How could we have so much time to study this? After so many years of marriage, to be honest, the passion has long since faded. We don't have a fixed time or frequency for sex. We do it whenever we want, it's that simple. I know the frequency is much less than when we first got married, but she has never complained or expressed any dissatisfaction. I thought she thought the same as me, that we were both too busy with life to think about these things too much. Now, let alone the word "happiness," it feels very foreign to me. What does happiness mean? What does her happiness look like? I really couldn't understand. "I can sense that there are many things about her that you've never met, but to be honest, I don't think she and Feng Quan are a good match, and I don't admire Feng Quan either. It's just that at this stage, my advice won't be very effective, so I can only let nature take its course." "I don't understand. Just say it directly. At this point, what's there to hide? I won't get hurt..."

I felt a little weak as I said, "...Okay, I think you should understand. I'll tell you a few things, but you have to stay calm after you hear them." After Mo Xiaoyan finished speaking, she took a few sips of water and then began to tell her story. Some of these things were told to her by her wife, and some were things she had witnessed herself... That night at my house, my wife was basically completely won over. Feng Quan was very excited, and my wife seemed to feel relieved. Now she felt that she should listen to Mo Xiaoyan. Why should she suppress herself for the rest of her life? Everyone yearns for youth, vitality, and passion. She wasn't old, not even 30 yet... It was getting late, and my wife didn't agree to let Feng Quan stay. It was too bad and dangerous. She didn't want to completely give up her family at that time. Seeing this, Feng Quan didn't insist too much. They parted ways; his wife didn't see him off, just told him to close the door behind him, go home and get some rest, and be on time for school the next day. Before leaving

, Feng Quan said seriously, "Can you please not let him touch you again?" "What do you mean?" "You're my wife now, of course I can't accept anyone else touching my wife," Feng Quan said very seriously. "...Okay, go home now." His wife felt a warmth mixed with amusement, thinking he was childish, but perhaps she liked his childish passion.

"No, you have to promise me. I've always been very independent. I will never let anyone else use what I really like, let alone the person I like. Looking at him, how could he be worthy of touching you?"

"...Alright, stop it. You're acting like a child." His wife's feelings were complicated after hearing his words. "Who's making a fuss? I won't leave until you agree." "What's wrong with you? I really hate this side of you." "But I'm telling the truth. The thought of him touching you makes me incredibly upset. You told me not to date other girls, but you still have him. That's not fair." "...He's still my husband. Let's not talk about this anymore. You need to face reality. You're the one touching his wife. You're being too domineering." His wife knew that if she didn't speak to him directly, he wouldn't understand. "...Yes, but I'm just selfish like that. I can't help it. I'm sorry, but could you try to prevent him from touching you?" "...I understand. Go back now." After Feng Quan left, his wife thought about what to do next. She had thought about this many times before. There was no result, so she decided to stop thinking about it. Since things had come to this, she would just let nature take its course. How long this marriage could last was up to fate. The next day, Feng Quan appeared in class full of energy, and his wife also attended class on time. Their eyes would occasionally meet, and each time his wife would quickly look away, while Feng Quan would keep his gaze fixed on her, his face bearing that ambiguous expression that only she could understand. Class ended like this, and Feng Quan didn't cause her any trouble that day. Actually, she was still a little scared. After all, if others found out, she probably wouldn't be able to bear their opinions. She thought she didn't want to consider other people's feelings, but the world is still realistic. Near the end of the day, Feng Quan texted her, asking her to have dinner together. She thought about it and declined, making an excuse that her husband was getting off work on time and had to go home. Feng Quan then asked if she could stay for a while, saying he missed her. His wife said no, she should focus on her evening study, it wasn't convenient. Feng Quan said, "I'm just here to ask you a question, just a few words, nothing else."

His wife didn't reply. After a while, Feng Quan knocked and came in, genuinely holding an English textbook. He pretended to ask a question, and his wife knew he was faking it, but she was still happy. She actually wanted to see him; she'd missed him as soon as he left last night. Sometimes, the connection between men and women is so magical—once a certain feeling arises, it feels like they can't be apart forever. But given their relationship, she couldn't go too far. Actually, when she received Feng Quan's message, she really wanted to have dinner with him, but then he definitely wouldn't be able to attend evening self-study, which she didn't want to do. At this time, the teachers in the office were packing up to leave. Seeing Feng Quan still asking questions, some said things that sounded like both praise and mockery. Feng Quan asked several questions in a row until the other teachers said goodbye and left, leaving only the two of them in the office.

When Feng Quan turned around and saw that no one was in the room, he reached out and put his arm around his wife's shoulder. She quickly pulled away, but Feng Quan held on tightly and didn't let go. Then he lowered his head and kissed her hard before letting go. "I'm going to eat," Feng Quan said, and walked out. His wife felt an indescribable joy and almost wanted to call him back. She genuinely liked this boy. "Don't you want your books anymore?" his wife said. "Oh, I forgot," Feng Quan said, turning back to pick up his books. Then, he suddenly turned back and touched his wife's chest. "You're so annoying!" His wife hadn't expected him to launch such a surprise attack. She had been in the office... She was wearing a white cashmere sweater, which, although loose-fitting, still showed off her breasts because of their size. After listening, Feng Quan hugged her from behind again, placing both hands on her breasts. "Stop it, that's too much, we're in the office," his wife said, pushing his arms away. "So what if we're in the office? Who can stop me from touching my own wife!"

Feng Quan said, actually reaching his hands inside her collar. "Stop it, okay? I'll get angry if you keep doing this!"

his wife said seriously. "Just a touch, then I'll leave," Feng Quan said with a pleading smile. Actually, he had a psychological fear that after yesterday's events, his wife would revert to her old ways and treat him the same way again. So, he wanted to test her reaction. He knew he had succeeded; she truly acted like his girlfriend. His wife didn't speak. Feng Quan's hand slipped inside her bra, reaching her left breast. He gently flicked her nipple with his index finger, then withdrew his hand. "I'm leaving," he said, turning and leaving. His wife trembled again the moment she was touched. Feng Quan's hand seemed to possess some kind of magic; her breasts seemed afraid of him. Just that one touch made her nipples erect, her breasts swell, and her... Her breasts instantly warmed up, and her body suddenly felt the special presence of these two organs. After her breasts were touched, her attention was focused on them, as if other organs did not exist. The special sense of presence on her body was hard to describe, but my wife liked her breasts in this state. She felt a sense of excitement in both her body and mind. However, although this feeling was comfortable, it felt like it wasn't quite right. If Feng Quan's big hand could gently reach in and caress her at this moment, how happy she would be. She even had a sense of dependence on Feng Quan now. It's like when a person is hungry, they can eat anything to be full, but they still prefer to eat their favorite food, because that makes them feel happier. Feng Quan is like that favorite food.

The more she thought about it, the more her breasts swelled, her nipples became more erect, and the deeper the sensation became. She knew that if she thought about it any longer, it would soon affect her vagina. She felt her breathing becoming heavy and labored; she could even feel that her nostrils couldn't keep up with her breathing. Involuntarily, she opened her mouth. She quickly interrupted her thoughts, took a sip of water, and then stood up to take a few deep breaths… That night, I did leave work on time. We had spoken on the phone that morning, and I vaguely remembered that we had arranged to go out for Japanese food that evening, picking up our daughter. She readily agreed, and I remember that dinner was quite enjoyable; the three of us were happy. After our daughter fell asleep that night, I was in a good mood, and we even had a romantic moment. I thought I had performed quite well in bed, and she, as always, said it felt good. Then I fell asleep contentedly. I never imagined that what she said wasn't actually what she felt.

I still feel ashamed even now that I know all this. I thought it was a perfect night, but my wife had just had real sex the day before. Knowing how crazy and real she and Feng Quan were, my performance was nothing compared to hers. I was just acting like an idiot, full of confidence and feeling good about myself. In reality, my wife was probably mocking me in her mind... The next day, we went to work as usual. During the break, Feng Quan sent her a text message saying, "Are you done tonight? Stop making excuses." His wife didn't reply. Actually, these past two days, whenever she had a spare moment, she would recall the scenes from that night uncontrollably. Thinking about it so much would inevitably trigger a physical reaction. Deep down, she also wanted to be with Feng Quan, but she still felt a sense of embarrassment or something she couldn't quite explain. Feng Quan didn't press her further. Before school ended that evening, he went directly to his wife's office to ask for leave, saying there was something going on at home during evening self-study. His wife asked him a few questions, and he made up a plausible excuse. She signed the leave slip, and Feng Quan gave her a strange smile before turning and leaving. His wife felt her face burning, and she lowered her head shyly, avoiding his gaze, but a strange excitement and anticipation stirred within her. A

while later, Feng Quan sent her a message, saying he'd meet her at the XX Western Restaurant that evening; he had booked a room. His wife still didn't reply. After a while, Feng Quan actually called. She seemed a little flustered, but she answered anyway. Feng Quan immediately said, "Did you receive my message?"

"Yes." "Then why didn't you reply? You're making me so anxious!" "I didn't have time." "Then it's settled, we'll meet there." "We'll talk about it later." "Don't make excuses. I don't want to talk about it later. That's it." "I'm hanging up." "Okay, hey, wait a minute," Feng Quan said. "What?"

"Can you change your clothes tonight?"

"Why?"

"I like you in a skirt, just like that, okay?" Feng Quan kissed her on the phone before hanging up. His wife pondered for a moment, then the school bell rang. Without delay, she went straight home. On the way, I told her I had a get-together with friends and wouldn't be home for dinner. She then received a call from her colleague, Wang Xinyue, who said, "I was looking for you after get off work. Why are you leaving so quickly? Do you have something to do tonight? Let's have dinner together." His wife hesitated for only a second before saying no, she had something to do today, maybe tomorrow. Wang Xinyue complained a few times, but that was it. Actually, she hadn't chatted with Wang Xinyue in a long time; he was her best colleague from school. She refused almost without hesitation, saying she'd do it another day. When she got home, she did some simple makeup, then found her favorite deep red skirt and white boots. Looking in the mirror, she took off her black cropped tights and put on thick black pantyhose. These pantyhose had a better sheen and were more suitable for showing off. She looked in the mirror and was very satisfied. She chose a matching top and checked the time... It was early, but she stayed inside fiddling with her clothes, too embarrassed to leave the house. This was a special dinner for her; if she went, it would be her first date with Feng Quan as lovers… She wanted to go, but also didn't want to. It felt strange to just leave home and take a taxi to that Western restaurant to meet Feng Quan. She felt it would be beneath her dignity, not respectable enough. So she waited at home, not even sure what she was waiting for. Sure enough, Feng Quan called shortly after, immediately asking where she was, saying he'd been waiting for her for a while. His wife replied that she was at home. Feng said, "Why are you still at home? Didn't we agree on a time?" His wife said, "I didn't promise to go." "Stop messing around, okay? You didn't say you weren't going. Don't tease me, okay? Hurry up." "I don't know the place you're talking about." His wife found it a bit funny and couldn't bear to say anything more. She knew the general location, but she had never been to the exact address. "It's in xxx. Come to the Beijing Building, I'll wait for you downstairs, okay?"

Feng Quan said anxiously. Actually, it wasn't too far from his home. His wife had taken a taxi, and even with some traffic, it took about twenty minutes. Feng Quan indeed stood downstairs to wait. His wife got out of the car without saying anything to him, gesturing for him to go first. The two of them walked into the building one after the other. It was a very high-end Western restaurant. The environment was excellent, and it was his wife's first time there. The restaurant wasn't crowded, the decor was very tasteful, and the lighting was soft. This time, the two of them sat on the same side, seemingly unwilling to be apart. Feng Quan hugged her like a precious treasure, almost pressing her face against his, carefully protecting her waist at all times, afraid that she might fall over if she wasn't careful.

The waiter gave them a slightly strange look. While ordering, Feng Quan considerately asked his wife what she liked to eat… “Do you drink?”

Feng Quan asked while flipping through the menu. “What? You want to drink?”

His wife whispered, “Yes, I want to have a little.”

“You shouldn’t drink. How come you’re drinking at such a young age?”

“I’ve been drinking since middle school,” Feng Quan said somewhat proudly. “How come you have such bad habits?” His wife, with her professional habit of scolding, quickly retorted, “How is this a bad habit? My parents know. They even ask me to toast when I eat with family or their friends!”

Feng Quan retorted bluntly this time. “…Then do as you please. I’m not drinking.” His wife thought that perhaps their family considered drinking an important social skill, so they didn’t think it was bad. Since her parents didn’t care, why should she? “No, let’s just have a little. Let’s just order some red wine, okay?”

"I don't drink, I don't drink alcohol!"

His wife was actually lying. She could hold her liquor, but she just didn't usually drink. Feng Quan didn't force her. He asked for her opinion and ordered a few dishes and staple foods, and then ordered a bottle of red wine. Actually, his wife knew a little about wine. She knew that the red wine Feng Quan had just ordered was expensive... While waiting for the food to be served, Feng Quan simply put his arm around her and placed his other hand on her leg. He would steal a kiss from time to time, or touch her breast. His wife would either glare at him or softly say "I hate you."

The food arrived, and she pushed him away, saying, "Eat properly, stop fooling around!"

His wife said shyly, "Okay, you eat too!"

Feng Quan took the wine glass, professionally poured a glass of red wine, and handed it to his wife. "You should drink less. I'm especially happy today, don't spoil my mood, okay? Even if I beg you, it's no fun drinking alone." Feng Quan's gaze was earnest. "Then, I'll just drink this much!"

His wife, as he said, felt bad about spoiling his mood. "Great, here!"

Feng Quan gently clinked his glass with his wife's, then drank more than half of his wine. "You said you were especially happy today, why?"

His wife took a small sip and asked. "What do you think? You know perfectly well what I mean." Feng Quan... He smiled and said, then picked up his glass again, this time downing the wine in one gulp. "...I want to hear what you have to say!"

his wife said softly. "It's that I've finally achieved my dream, my dream of the past two years has come true! Of course I'm happy." Feng Quan picked up the bottle to pour more wine as he spoke. "What was your dream?"

his wife pressed. "To have you!"

Feng Quan said firmly and seriously. "..."

His wife fell silent, unsure what to say. "What's wrong?"

Feng Quan asked. "You've achieved your dream, have you considered me?"

His wife didn't look at him, but lowered her head to ask, as if talking to herself. "...I really haven't considered it, and I don't know what to consider. Never mind, why are we talking about this again? Let's be happy." Feng Quan said. "..."

His wife didn't speak again. Feng Quan was still a child at heart, and didn't think much. She herself genuinely didn't want to think about these issues right now. The dinner lasted a long time; both of them intentionally avoided sensitive topics. Feng Quan listened to his wife recount her school experiences, and he told her about his family background and his experiences over the years. Feng Quan was more mature than she had previously perceived. Although they were still not on the same level, perhaps due to their mutual affection, they still had things to talk about. Feng Quan also discovered that his teacher, whom he had always admired, wasn't quite what he had previously thought; she also had similarities to him. The dinner was very enjoyable, and neither of them seemed willing to end such a pleasant atmosphere. Before they knew it, a bottle of red wine was finished. His wife hadn't just had one glass, and Feng Quan wanted to drink more, but she stopped him. Finally, feeling a little dizzy, she suggested they leave. After thinking it over, she realized it wasn't safe to stay there; what if they ran into someone they knew? It would be impossible to explain themselves then. "Okay," Feng Quan readily agreed, and the two of them left one after the other. His wife said it was getting late and they should go back. How could Feng Quan agree to that? Actually, she knew it was pointless to argue. Feng Quan ran out first and hailed a taxi. His wife didn't want to ride with him, but Feng Quan still insisted. He was quite excited after drinking, and she knew she couldn't reason with him. The atmosphere at dinner was great, and my wife was actually quite aroused. Plus, Feng Quan's occasional teasing had put her in a comfortable, slightly hungry state. Feng Quan got in the car and immediately told the driver the location of his new house. My wife said she didn't want to go there, feeling it wasn't a good idea, in case his family came back. Feng Quan assured her that wouldn't happen, and then pulled my wife into his arms. Once in the car, his hands became even more restless. At first, he just hugged her and touched her through her clothes, but later he slipped his hand under her skirt and touched her thigh. My wife wanted to stop him but didn't dare to make any big movements; she had never done this in a stranger's car before, so she couldn't do anything but whisper to him to stop or try to distract him. But Feng Quan wouldn't listen, continuing to talk to her while touching her. Feng Quan already knew his wife's... He deliberately targeted his wife's weaknesses in the car, one hand constantly roaming over her lower body, the other slipping inside her shirt. The moment his hand touched her breasts, she felt weak all over. The friction of his hands through her pantyhose against her legs felt incredibly pleasurable. Then, Feng Quan's hand slipped inside her bra, expertly grasping and kneading her breasts. She instantly felt her breasts swell as if inflated. Because she was wearing pantyhose, her lower body was tightly wrapped, and with the slightest movement, the fabric rubbed against her skin, especially her inner thighs, which were highly sensitive. She was now hesitant to wear pantyhose; the soft, smooth touch made her body feel too comfortable, making her more prone to arousal.

But her body was slow to respond, which made the feeling even more uncomfortable. So she would try to avoid wearing pantyhose to reduce the stimulation to her body. If she didn't see Feng Quan, she wouldn't have such a noticeable feeling. Over the years, because she had naturally beautiful legs, pantyhose had long been a staple in her wardrobe, and she had never experienced this feeling before. But now, for some reason, whenever she sees Feng Quan, the slightest movement of her leg triggers a particularly strong sensation. It was like this during dinner; the moment she saw her, she felt her legs tighten under the stockings, and she dared not move them too much. But after a while, she would want to experience that sensation again, and would deliberately move them from time to time. If Feng Quan touched her, it felt like she was going to die. So, she has a conflicted feeling about wearing stockings right now. Her breasts were already strongly resisting, and the stockings were like adding fuel to the fire. She had originally wanted to distract herself by talking to Feng Quan about other things, but her body's reaction was too strong, and Feng Quan's hands were indeed extremely powerful. She felt short of breath, and her tone of voice changed as well. "I think... Yunnan... is pretty good... um..." 03-14

Chapter 18

Mo Xiaoyan felt that things were very subtle, because from my wife's behavior tonight, she could tell that if it was just a casual fling as she thought, she wouldn't be coming back. Judging from her behavior after the phone call, she wouldn't have acted this way if he didn't hold a place in her heart. Her excuse that she was afraid he was drunk and causing trouble was just that—an excuse. Besides, given my wife's personality, she should have been angry long ago from all this nagging. The fact that she

took out her phone and sent a message clearly showed she was somewhat relieved. It seemed my decision was entirely in her favor. However, Mo Xiaoyan felt very uncomfortable. She felt even more resentful towards Feng Quan; his phone calls had ruined her plans today. Although

she had offered to go to her house, my wife's agreement still made her uncomfortable. She thought that her longtime friend couldn't compare to this young lover, which added to her displeasure. But she decided to deal with the immediate situation first and not make things difficult for her friend; she could have a deeper conversation with her later

. The road conditions were good, and she arrived home smoothly. The two went upstairs first. After opening the door, Mo Xiaoyan said, "You wait for him, I'm going out."

"No, no need, Xiaoyan, really! Don't go out, if you go out I'm leaving!" his wife said anxiously.

"Then what am I doing at home? I'll be in your way." Mo Xiaoyan smiled and said,

"I told you, I'm just talking to him, telling him not to cause trouble. After all, he can still be childish sometimes. It's not what you think. Don't go out. I'm already very grateful that you provided the place. I really can't bear to let you go out." His wife said seriously and somewhat embarrassed.

"Do we need to talk about this between us?! You really just want him to talk to him?" Mo Xiaoyan's tone was a little louder and had a hint of sarcasm.

"...Yes." His wife didn't say more.

"Ha, even if that's what you think, do you think your little gentleman would agree? He drank so much and came to you just to patiently listen to your lecture?!"

“…He’ll listen to me,” his wife whispered.

“I don’t really believe it,” Mo Xiaoyan said with a smile.

“…Then we’ll just have to wait and see,” his wife responded softly.

“What if it’s not as you say?” Mo Xiaoyan asked.

“…” Before his wife could answer, the doorbell rang.

Mo Xiaoyan went straight to open the door without asking any questions.

Feng Quan, dressed in sportswear, walked in awkwardly and greeted her politely, “Sister Mo!”

“Hmm, come in,” Mo Xiaoyan’s tone was still indifferent

. Feng Quan walked into the living room, and his wife sat on the sofa. She didn’t look up or speak to him, her eyes fixed on the TV program, as if nothing had happened. This reaction was normal.

“Sit down,” Mo Xiaoyan pointed to the sofa.

Feng Quan sat down on the sofa without saying anything. The three of them were stunned for a moment.

“Are you going to talk here in the living room or in that room inside?!” Mo Xiaoyan broke the silence and said with a smile. She also found it quite interesting. Tong Xue really looked like a teacher at this moment, while Feng Quan looked like a child who had made a mistake. Since her friend had said that, she decided not to go out yet. She also wanted to see if her wife would really keep her word and how she would lecture Feng Quan.

"…Let's go inside, you can watch TV outside," her wife said to Mo Xiaoyan after a moment of silence.

"Okay, go ahead,"

her wife said, standing up and heading towards the bedroom. Feng Quan didn't say anything, but stood up with his head down and followed her in. However, he closed the door after entering. Honestly, only her wife could tolerate Mo Xiaoyan, her best friend, experiencing this awkward situation. Anyone else would have wanted to disappear into the ground. Although she tried to appear calm, she couldn't hide her embarrassment.

Since her wife said she couldn't go out, Mo Xiaoyan decided not to go out and continued eating snacks. While watching TV, she suddenly had a feeling that she was like Wang Po from "Water Margin," having an affair in the house while she stood guard at the door. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. Everyone has their own opinion. Even now, not everyone denies Pan Jinlian. The main reason people don't agree with her is that she murdered her husband. If she hadn't harmed Wu Da, perhaps she wouldn't have been so infamous...

She could indeed hear her wife's voice coming from inside the house. Although she couldn't hear what she was saying, she could still faintly hear it. Perhaps, as she said, she was scolding Feng Quan for his inappropriate behavior tonight?

About ten minutes passed, and the voices inside stopped. She didn't know what was going on. At times like this, she habitually liked to speculate, even having the urge to stand up and press her ear against the door to listen. But she wasn't that bored; she just thought about it.

About five more minutes passed, and the door opened. Mo Xiaoyan immediately looked up, thinking, "That was quick. It really was just to talk to him?" She had misjudged. But then she realized it wasn't her. It was just her wife who came out and closed the door behind her.

Looking at her wife, Mo Xiaoyan roughly understood what had happened. Her long, loose hair was somewhat disheveled, noticeably different from when she went in. It was clear she had tidied it up a bit, otherwise it would have been even more disheveled. Her clothes were also rumpled, with slight wrinkles from being pressed down. Her face wore a particularly shy expression, clearly indicating that she had something difficult to say.

"What? Are you done?" Mo Xiaoyan asked.

"No, not yet," his wife said softly.

"Then what are you doing out here? Is something wrong?"

"...Um, something," his wife's voice was even lower.

"Just say it, why are you so shy? Do you need me to come out?" Mo Xiaoyan had already guessed that this was probably what it was about, so he didn't joke with her at this point and went straight to the point to avoid her being too embarrassed to speak.

"...No, no, that..." His wife's face was almost red to her neck.

"What is it? What are you embarrassed to tell me? Tell me quickly!" Mo Xiaoyan was getting a little anxious.

"Can you lend me something?"

"Heh, you didn't wear a condom again, did you? I have some in my bedside table, just take it yourself."

"No, no..." His wife was genuinely embarrassed.

"Then what do you want?" Mo Xiaoyan found it rather strange.

"...Um, do you have any stockings here?" His wife's voice was almost inaudible.

"What?" Mo Xiaoyan hadn't heard clearly.

"Do you have stockings?" His wife repeated herself, then loosened her voice a bit.

"Yes? Why?"

"...Lend me a pair." His wife still spoke in a low voice.

"What kind do you want?" Mo Xiaoyan roughly understood, but didn't say it outright

. "Black ones." His wife still used the same tone.

"Heh, yes." Mo Xiaoyan could tell what was going on from his wife's expression.

"...Then, where are they?" His wife lowered her voice again

. "Let me go get them for you. I didn't realize such a young kid already had such hobbies?" Mo Xiaoyan said with a mischievous smile.

"..." His wife didn't speak.

"They're in the inner room. Is it convenient for me to go in and get them? Or you can go get them yourself."

"I told him to come out first, you can get it for me,"

his wife said, then pushed the door open and went back inside. Less than a minute later, Feng Quan came out alone, looking embarrassed, and called out softly, "Sister Mo."

Mo Xiaoyan didn't speak, and went straight into the inner room. His wife was standing by the wardrobe. Mo Xiaoyan opened a drawer inside, which was almost entirely filled with socks. She casually took out a pair and gave them to his wife. "Here you go. Unfortunately, there aren't any new ones, but they're all clean, is that okay?"

"Mmm," his wife didn't say anything, genuinely embarrassed.

"Didn't you say nothing would happen? Why are you giving in now?" Mo Xiaoyan didn't know what she was thinking, but seeing her so shy was quite amusing.

"...Don't be annoying," his wife said softly.

"I knew it would be like this."

"..." His wife didn't look up.

"Alright, I won't take up any more of your time. Call me when you're done."

"You don't need to go out, Xiaoyan, really, didn't you say I don't need to avoid you anymore?" His wife said very seriously.

"Don't worry about me, have a great time!" After saying that, she opened the door and left.

"You..." His wife didn't know what to say

. Feng Quan didn't sit down in the living room either, standing next to the sofa staring blankly at the TV. At this moment, he really looked like a big boy. His sportswear made him look very sunny. You couldn't tell that he was such a lecherous guy. He was quite capable at such a young age, even able to seduce a teacher. What would he be like when he grew up... This was Mo Xiaoyan's momentary wild thought, but her disgust for him increased even more.

"Sister Mo," he said politely.

"Yes, you can come in."

"Wait a minute, Sister Mo."

"What is it?"

"Thank you, I will repay you," Feng Quan said sincerely.

"Heh, no need for repayment. I hope you won't be too childish, act like a man," Mo Xiaoyan said with that same expression.

"...I will," Feng Quan replied earnestly.

"I hope so,"

Mo Xiaoyan said, about to put on her coat, but then she suddenly realized she hadn't brought her phone. She remembered that she had taken it to the bedroom when she came in. She couldn't go out without her phone, so she turned back and went to the bedroom, saying to Feng Quan, "Wait a minute, I'll grab my phone first

." The bedroom door wasn't locked, and she just turned on the handle. The sight inside surprised her a little. Her wife was standing there, looking right at her. She was still wearing a tight sweater, but her pants were off, replaced by the black pantyhose that had been given to her earlier. Her figure was indeed very good, no less than a model's. Her already long, straight legs were made even more striking by the black stockings. Those legs alone would make any man drool. She stood naturally in a very feminine way, her left leg slightly bent and her right leg straight, as if deliberately posing a coquettish pose. But that wasn't her usual posture; it was just like that.

The pantyhose were of excellent quality, fitting her figure perfectly. Her legs stretched them out, maximizing their effect. A layer of black fabric clung tightly to her body, yet her snow-white skin was still clearly visible mixed in with the stockings' original color, a black-and-white hue. Her beautiful legs transitioned upwards to her high, pert buttocks, also covered in black, but the skin tone stopped there, replaced by a vibrant pale pink with subtle embossed patterns. The color of her underwear was faintly visible. When her

wife saw her enter, she seemed to instinctively cover her genitals with her hands, as if afraid of revealing her stunning beauty. Mo Xiaoyan smiled and said, "No need to cover up, I'm not interested."

"Why are you in again?"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't hide it from me? Can't I just watch from here?"

"You're so annoying!"

"Haha, you still can't look?"

"How can you say that?"

"Don't worry, even if you let me look, I won't. I came to get my phone."

"Oh, you forgot your phone here."

Mo Xiaoyan took her phone and went out. Feng Quan didn't go in immediately when he saw her come out, but stood at the door. She ignored him and walked straight out the door.

"Sister Mo, I'm sorry for taking up your time. Don't go too far. We'll be done in a little while, and you two can continue shopping." Feng Quan said with a fawning smile.

"If you can't speak properly, then don't speak!" Mo Xiaoyan was disgusted by his words, even though he was just a child.

"...I'm sorry, I'm not very good at speaking." Feng Quan seemed to be afraid of her and quickly apologized.

Mo Xiaoyan ignored him and went straight out the door. She had nowhere else to go and didn't want to think about it anymore. She hadn't eaten well at dinner, so she went into a KFC to get something to eat and have a place to sit.

She had just finished eating when her phone rang. It was a text from Feng Quan:

"Sister Mo, I'm leaving. Thank you for tonight. Go home now."

Hmm, this time it really wasn't long. Well, she'd go home then. She stood up and walked home. As soon as she entered the house, the living room light was on,

but her wife wasn't there. There was no sound from inside. Could she have left with him too? No, if that were the case, she would have told her. Looking at the door, her shoes were still there. So why was there no sound?

"Xue!" Mo Xiaoyan called out casually ,

but there was no response. Seeing the living room door was closed, Mo Xiaoyan guessed she might still be in the bedroom, resting for a while. Thinking of this, she smiled.

Mo Xiaoyan paused and looked at me intentionally. I gestured for her to continue. She took a sip of water and then continued, saying that

the bedroom door wasn't locked, and she opened it with a flick of her wrist. The scene inside surprised her. My wife was lying on the bed almost naked, without any covering. One leg was wearing pantyhose, pulled down to just above the knee. The other leg was off, and because it was pantyhose, it was attached to the leg wearing the stocking. The removed pantyhose was soft and casually draped over her leg. Although it was still connected to the stocking, there was a clear difference.

When worn, the pantyhose was fully visible, appearing smooth and soft, looking particularly comfortable. But when the pantyhose was removed from the leg, its beauty was greatly diminished. The part that had been removed from the leg was just a long strip of black silk fabric, but because it was connected to the crotch of the other leg, it couldn't be separated. It seemed as if it feared being neglected, clinging coquettishly to the stockinged thigh, its softness and casualness exuding a unique charm. At this moment, the way the stockings were worn was incredibly alluring, mainly because the wearer was beautiful, thus showcasing the stockings' beauty.

Anyone seeing this would understand why my wife was wearing her pantyhose in such an unusual way. Therefore, the pantyhose with one leg removed served as a decorative element. It seemed to remind onlookers that the owner wasn't discarding it, but rather had to temporarily let it rest in order to expose her mysterious private parts. Because it was connected to the other leg through the crotch and buttocks, if it were fully worn, the owner's private parts couldn't be exposed. Even if the buttocks pantyhose were removed, the legs couldn't move freely, because the owner's purpose wasn't just to expose her genitals. If it were simply a matter of going to the bathroom, removing part of it would be perfectly sufficient.

But today, the mistress's task wasn't just about relieving herself. She not only had to expose her vagina but also spread her legs wide to fully reveal it for the man who would see it to explore. Therefore, one of her sisters had to temporarily cease serving its master. Today was truly a restless day for her; before being removed, she had been touched and violated by a man. If it weren't for her superior quality, she might have been injured long ago. Stockings are different from other clothing; even a slight injury means complete abandonment by the mistress. Fortunately, the man today wasn't rough and didn't intentionally harm her.

The man was alright; he only ravaged it for a short while before impatiently tearing it off. But whether he was really impatient or doing it on purpose, his other sister was left on that leg. This feeling was uncomfortable; without its owner's support, it felt extremely light, being tossed around as its owner rolled around on the bed and uttered painful screams...

Mo Xiaoyan's scene didn't look like a date between lovers who had just had an affair; it looked more like a rape had occurred. Her friend looked truly disheveled. " I don't know what's wrong with her.

" "Xue!" Mo Xiaoyan called as she walked to the bedside.

My wife was there, motionless, as if asleep, her eyes tightly closed.

"What's wrong? Are you really that tired?" Mo Xiaoyan said jokingly,

but my wife remained unresponsive. Mo Xiaoyan became a little nervous.

"Xue, Xue, what's wrong?!" She quickly went over and nudged her

. My wife slightly opened her eyes and moved her legs a little, but didn't speak.

"Xue, what's wrong? Don't scare me!" Mo Xiaoyan was really worried, nudging her while loudly asking.

My wife opened her eyes, looking very weak.

"What's wrong? I called an ambulance!" Mo Xiaoyan said, taking out her phone.

"No need, Xiaoyan, I'm fine, don't call," my wife's voice was very weak

. "Then what happened to you?!"

"It's nothing," his wife said softly, tears streaming down her face.

Mo Xiaoyan knew her well; if she had anything on her mind, she would definitely tell him. Seeing her tears, as if she had suffered some injustice, Mo Xiaoyan didn't press her for details. He brought her a glass of water from outside, then took a blanket and covered her with it before sitting down next to her on the bed. My wife knew there was nothing to hide from her best friend, so she told her what had happened.

She first said, trembling with grievance, "Xiaoyan, I really feel a little scared. What am I doing?"

"...I told you not to take it seriously.

" "But..."

"...But what?" Mo Xiaoyan said,

"But I feel like I'm losing control of myself more and more. I'm really scared."

"What happened just now?"

My wife didn't hide anything and told her the truth.

It turned out that Feng Quan had been drinking with some friends that night. He hadn't drunk too much, just slightly tipsy, but he used that as an excuse to act crazy. Before he finished drinking, he wanted to call my wife. She told him she was going shopping, but for some reason, he was a bit stubborn and insisted on seeing her. It wasn't that he missed my wife that much; he just wanted to see if she would agree to his request. He felt he loved her, and he was sure she loved him too, so he wanted to test her. What he said on the phone was very outrageous; he wouldn't normally dare to be so presumptuous. Originally, his wife disagreed, and although he was frustrated, he had basically given up and continued drinking. He hadn't taken it entirely seriously; he just wanted to call and tease her a bit.

But unexpectedly, his wife texted him again, asking him to come over. This caught him off guard. He didn't want to leave the drinking party, but he was afraid his wife would be angry if he didn't go. After thinking it over, he decided to ask his friends for leave. These friends were all from wealthy families and often hung out together, drinking and fooling around. Their parents were also friends. He was the youngest, and the oldest was almost ten years older than him; their relationship was, as they would say, extremely close.

It's worth mentioning that although Feng Quan verbally promised my wife that he wouldn't tell anyone about their affair, he didn't hide it from his older brothers and basically told them everything. My wife doesn't know this yet, but I'll talk about that later. For now, let's talk about Feng Quan.

He was actually enjoying his drinks and didn't really feel obligated to go, but since my wife had said so, he had no choice but to go. It seemed like both sides were thinking of each other. He was actually a little intimidated by Xiao Yan. Based on my wife's introduction and his own feelings, he knew this woman was no less formidable than my wife; she was a formidable character. So, the thought of going to her house made him even more nervous. But he went anyway.

After they entered the bedroom, my wife did indeed give him a very stern lecture.

"What's wrong with you?! How can you be so insensible? I've told you so many times I'm busy, why are you like this?!" His wife's tone was like scolding a student.

"...I miss you, I just want to tell you, so what?!" Feng Quan, who had been drinking, was equally defiant.

"...Can't you think about others? How can you be so selfish?!" His wife said,

"Fine, then I won't say it again, okay?!" Feng Quan also said angrily,

"Feng Quan, if you're going to be this stubborn and willful, then I'll never see you again."

"...I'm sorry, but I just couldn't control myself. I won't do it again next time." Seeing that his wife's attitude was getting tougher, Feng Quan's tone softened.

"...If you act unreasonably again next time, I won't forgive you. Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

"Okay, I remember."

"Alright, go back now."

"You're just going to let me go back like this?" Feng Quan said dissatisfied.

"What are you going to do?" his wife asked.

"I told you I missed you." After saying that, Feng Quan hugged his wife tightly.

"Can you stop making a scene? This is someone else's house."

“I’m not afraid. You summoned me all this way and think you can just send me away without giving me anything in return?! It’s not that easy!”

He finished speaking and kissed my wife. She initially tried to pull away, but Feng Quan already knew her weakness. He knew her struggles were just a show; he only needed to touch her sensitive areas slightly to make her surrender.

So, while she struggled and begged him to stop, he didn’t panic. He quickly and accurately placed his large hand on her breast, gently kneading it a few times. Her previously stiff resistance immediately deflated, becoming limp. Feng Quan could clearly feel her change, but she still wouldn’t let up,

saying, “Can you please stop?” “No,” Feng Quan said firmly, then his right hand rudely slipped under her shirt and roughly reached over her bra, making direct contact with her breast. He could feel with his touch that my wife's breasts were already full, and her nipples were hard and erect. Once her body was in this state, he could just push her down and start having sex.

But she was still pretending, which he couldn't help but find a little funny. Since that was the case, he might as well tease her a little. Despite his age

, Feng Quan was full of wicked ideas. He gently flicked my wife's nipple a few times with his index finger, and my wife's eyes immediately relaxed, and she let out a soft "Oh~!"—a sound of surrender. Actually, even before Feng Quan teased her, she had already been unable to restrain herself before meeting him. She knew this herself, and Mo Xiaoyan knew it too.

Feng Quan's direct and bold teasing over the phone made her uneasy without her realizing it. While dining at the restaurant, she verbally said no to this and no to that, but her body didn't listen to her words. Her nipples, stimulated by his words, had already become erect, and her vagina was also wet with fluid flowing down her vaginal walls. Although she wanted to politely dislike Feng Quan's words, she couldn't help but feel averse to his unreasonable, somewhat vulgar, and provocative remarks. Whenever Feng Quan spoke of these things, the details of their lovemaking flashed through her mind; the incredibly pleasurable thrusting was truly intoxicating. So, thinking about these things made her body uncontrollably.

She found it difficult to concentrate on shopping anymore, as she was having a great time with her friend and didn't want to spoil their enjoyment. Otherwise, she might have actually agreed to Feng Quan's request to come see her. As for her excuses about being afraid he'd cause trouble, those were just pretexts. She didn't know when she started to develop a strange dependence on Feng Quan. It goes without saying that Feng Quan liked to play with her, and my wife gradually started to enjoy being played by him, and that's how things turned out. Therefore, Mo Xiaoyan's suggestion to go to her place was exactly what my wife wanted; she knew deep down that inviting Feng Quan was the real purpose.

Now that Feng Quan's hand had touched her most comfortable spot, the familiar sensation surged forth. She could no longer pretend, nor did she need to maintain her righteous facade. A soft, shy moan announced her stance.

"I found it! I told you, just a quick touch and I'll leave. I won't take up too much of your time." Seeing his wife's expression, Feng Quan inexplicably wanted to tease her a little.

"You're so annoying~" his wife scolded sweetly.

"What, you don't want me to leave again, do you?" Feng Quan was already secretly delighted.

"..." His wife didn't speak.

"Did you miss my... there too? That's why you called me over?" Feng Quan said mischievously.

"Can you... not... be... annoying?" His wife's eyes trembled slightly as she looked at him. "Then I'll check it myself," Feng Quan said

, unable to restrain himself any longer.

He kissed her again, and she responded. They fell onto the bed, kissing. Feng Quan's hands became ruthless, slipping inside her pants. His index finger touched her soft vulva, causing her to shudder and let out a soft moan.

He roughly pulled down her pants, then began to caress her thighs forcefully. She was powerless against his touch, only able to moan and roll on the bed in response.

"Can you put on some stockings?" Feng Quan suddenly asked.

"Why?"

"I like it."

"I didn't bring any."

"Can't you lend me a pair?"

"Oh, forget it."

"Please, I'll feel like something's missing. I've missed you so much! You finally came all this way and you only grant me this small request?"

"...Wait a minute, let me ask." Seeing Feng Quan's pleading look, his wife couldn't bear to refuse him,

so she went out to borrow stockings from Mo Xiaoyan. Later, Mo Xiaoyan went out with her phone, and Feng Quan entered the room. His wife had changed into pantyhose as he requested. The beautiful sight was exactly what he wanted, and facing this charming teacher, he couldn't restrain himself. The alcohol in his body was taking effect, making him feel a burning desire. If he couldn't quickly release this lust, he might die tonight.

He pounced on his wife like a tiger, pinning her down on the bed and kissing every inch of her skin like a madman. His wife was startled by his fierce actions, not expecting him to be so crazy. Feng Quan was really different tonight; perhaps he was truly intoxicated. Unlike before, he didn't do the usual thorough foreplay, gently caressing and kissing, building up ample foreplay before moving on to the final stage. Instead, after a short, rough kiss and caress, he impatiently pulled out his already throbbing and hot penis.

His wife took the opportunity to glance at it as well. Although she was quite familiar with it, she was still embarrassed to stare for too long. This glance surprised her; today, Feng Quan's penis seemed larger than usual, long, thick, large, and hard, gleaming with a purplish sheen. It looked like a newly emerged monk, exuding a chilling and aggressive aura. His wife couldn't help but tremble at the sight, feeling a bit afraid.

Seeing the fierce glint in Feng Quan's eyes, she knew a storm was brewing. Usually, when he entered gently, there would be a throbbing, full-on pain at the beginning. Looking at him now, she feared she wouldn't be able to bear it.

"Be gentle!" his wife whispered, reminding him.

Feng Quan ignored her, quickly ripping off the pantyhose she had just put on at his request, along with her underwear. His wife felt as if her private parts had been suddenly exposed. Her genitals were already soaked with a glistening sweat, even the outer layer of her dark pubic hair was sticky.

Feng Quan spread her legs. In the past, he would kiss her there first, but today was different. He didn't caress her with his mouth first, but instead thrust his already swollen and bluish penis, which was already past its normal size, straight into his wife's vagina. His wife was completely unprepared; she felt something hot and strong forcefully and quickly occupy her.

The instant fullness and burning sensation rushed in. The vaginal fluids seemed to have done nothing to lubricate her, allowing his penis to penetrate directly from the front. She felt as if every inch of her vaginal wall had been rubbed raw, a pain that pierced her heart.

"Ahhh!!" My wife screamed.

"Be gentle!!" After screaming, she pleaded again

, but Feng Quan ignored her and began thrusting rapidly and forcefully. He found it incredibly comfortable; his wife's vagina tightly gripped his penis, the soft, smooth skin against it felt indescribably good. He also felt that her vagina was tighter than usual, making the sensation even more intense.

He was enjoying himself, but my wife couldn't take it. Normally, she always asked Feng Quan to be gentle, especially at the beginning, but today he was so aggressive right from the start, which was unbearable. Her vagina wasn't very loose to begin with; although she had had sex with Feng Quan several times, it had only stretched a little, not fully adapted to his size. Moreover, today Feng Quan was drunk and aroused, his penis thicker than usual, thrusting straight into her without any preparation. Of course, she couldn't handle it.

The wife felt an unbearable fullness, as if the skin inside her vagina was being torn apart. The thing was burning hot as it thrust in and out of her body rapidly, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

"Slow down! I can't take it anymore! Please, be gentle!" the wife said, almost in tears. But Feng Quan seemed not to hear her and continued his actions.

The wife used whatever methods she could, digging her nails into his arm and arching her back repeatedly, but to no avail. Feng Quan's arm was as hard as iron, and even though it was bruised from her grip, he showed no sign of backing down. The wife felt her muscles trembling, her tendons in her hands and feet seemingly converging. Suddenly, Feng Quan stopped his movements and abruptly withdrew his penis.

The wife felt another sharp pain, followed by a profound emptiness. She couldn't bear Feng Quan's earlier vigorous thrusting, but his withdrawal after only a few minutes didn't bring her pleasure; instead, the emptiness was unpleasant. She even wished he would enter

her again. Without giving her time to think further, Feng Quan roughly grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over, exposing her beautiful back and buttocks. She lay face down on the bed. Feng Quan reached for her waist, pulling her up from behind, causing her legs to naturally kneel. Feng Quan didn't linger... He quickly inserted his penis again in the same position, and his wife felt a surge of heat in her genitals and back. That thing had taken over her body again, and the sensation from behind was even more intense than before. With each movement, Feng Quan's lower abdomen would bump against her buttocks, the vibration intensifying the sensation.

His wife's hair was already disheveled and loosely hung down, her head bowed, many strands of her long hair falling forward and obscuring her eyes. She felt the sensation there was indistinguishable, spreading throughout her entire body. The electric current had arrived earlier, constantly pounding against her body in rhythm with his penis. But her body's tolerance was limited; this warm, pleasurable current, due to the rhythm of Feng Quan's thrusts, offered no buffer, relentlessly assaulting her.

"Ahhh!! I can't take it anymore, I really can't. Please, have mercy on me!" My wife didn't know why she said this, but her mind forced her to beg Feng Quan for mercy. She felt lightheaded, her whole body was numb, and her breathing was already labored. The pressure was suffocating her,

but Feng Quan seemed completely unconcerned about her feelings. Instead, he increased the speed of his attack. My wife's cries were useless and gradually weakened. She felt her vision blurring, her heart racing. After a brief burst of all-out thrusting, Feng Quan suddenly slowed down abruptly, and he seemed to let out a muffled thud. After a few more habitual twists, his hand and penis simultaneously left my wife's body. My

wife felt as if her body had been emptied, and her internal organs had been pulled out of her body along with Feng Quan. She felt dizzy and collapsed heavily onto the bed without any cushioning. Her chest felt tight, her breathing was extremely labored, and her consciousness was semi-conscious. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Perhaps the sex had been too intense, and her constant screaming had caused her brain to lack oxygen?

Feng Quan didn't say anything. A moment later, his phone rang. He answered, but she couldn't quite hear what he said. It was something like, "Okay, I'm done, I'll be right back, wait for me," or something like that.

"Honey, I have to go now, I'll talk to you tomorrow." After saying this, Feng Quan hurriedly started getting dressed.

His wife was in a semi-conscious state, but she could still hear him clearly. She felt very uncomfortable, thinking, "You came all day and finished so hastily, without considering my feelings, causing me so much pain and exhaustion. And now you say you have to leave quickly? It's getting worse and worse." So his wife ignored him,

but Feng Quan didn't seem to care. After getting dressed, he said to his wife, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, don't catch a cold, I'm leaving now." He kissed her again and opened the door to leave

. His wife was furious. She had hoped that since Feng Quan had treated her so violently, he would apologize properly, and she would take the opportunity to scold him. But instead, he left without even considering her feelings. She felt even more distressed and struggled to sit up, but as soon as she did, a tearing sensation shot through her lower body. The pain was unbearable, and combined with the burning desire within her, she felt dizzy and her vision went black. She lost consciousness

until Mo Xiaoyan returned and woke her. Feng Quan had truly hurt her today, but for some reason, she felt even more afraid—afraid of something unspeakable: that Feng Quan would no longer value her? That he had found someone else? What would she do then…? Thinking about this made her even more miserable, and she burst into tears in front of Mo Xiaoyan. After

listening to her story, Mo Xiaoyan sighed helplessly and said, “At this age, there’s really no one reliable. It’s not just this age; men are like that.” Through tonight's events, she could see that her wife had changed. She was no longer completely in control. From receiving his call while shopping, to wearing stockings as he asked, to her wife's immediate departure after he finished, her wife's behavior showed that she wanted to persuade her to stop, but it seemed difficult for her to do so now. She could only talk to her gently, saying there was nothing she could do; loved ones always get hurt, and things would get better...

In a fit of anger, she called Feng Quan and berated him, calling him a bastard, irresponsible, and accusing him of not caring about his girlfriend before leaving. She said, "Is this how a man behaves?! If you don't cherish her, you'll lose her today!" Feng Quan was quite indignant at the time, saying, "What business is it of yours?" But the next day, he apologized to Mo Xiaoyan, saying he had been drinking and acted impulsively the previous day.

Since then, Feng Quan has been more attentive. Actually, things had always been good before, but that day was unusual. He usually treated my wife like a priceless treasure, showering her with care and attention whenever they were together. Mo Xiaoyan gradually became very satisfied, but she still worried that it was just a momentary impulse on his part. However, Feng Quan consistently stated that he wanted to be with my wife forever…

“Do you think that’s possible?” I asked.

"I really can't say for sure, Feng Quan is indeed very good to her."

"You can tell? Is it genuine? You two still see each other often?"

"I rarely see him after that incident, and I see Tong Xue less often too. It seems like Feng Quan is afraid of me and deliberately avoids me, and also wants Xue to have less contact with me. That's my guess.

" "When did you see her recently?"

"It was in that photo, the one you just saw. About half a month later, during the New Year's holiday. Do you remember? They had an extra day off because of some exam that took up the exam room, so they had four days off. She said she went to Hainan with me, do you remember?"

"Hainan? Weren't you with her? I even saw the photo. He went too?!" My work is even busier at the end of the year. I'm used to my wife taking a few days off and wanting to go somewhere with her friends. She said Mo Xiaoyan was going on a business trip to Haikou and wanted her to go with him. My wife told me, and I agreed. I couldn't think too much about it.

"..." Mo Xiaoyan nodded.

That's how it was, during New Year's Day. Mo Xiaoyan received a call from my wife, saying that Feng Quan had invited her to Hainan for a trip. Feng Quan has an aunt who's a leader at Hainan Airlines and can get super low-priced tickets. He knows that neither Mo Xiaoyan nor my wife are the type to take advantage of others, so paying for the super low-priced tickets themselves isn't considered a bargain.

My wife also mentioned that she should bring her new boyfriend along. Mo Xiaoyan initially said she wouldn't go, but my wife was very enthusiastic, and she had nothing planned for New Year's Day, so she didn't refuse. Mo Xiaoyan has been dating a guy for about two months, a boy younger than her named Zhou Hao, who graduated from Beijing a little over two years ago. He works for a foreign company, isn't from Beijing, but wants to stay and work there. He's very capable and good-looking. Mo Xiaoyan says it's just a casual relationship and won't last. According to Mo Xiaoyan, this guy is quite cunning.

She hasn't told her boyfriend about my wife and Feng Quan, only lying that Feng Quan is my wife's cousin, which makes things easier. Zhou Hao is obedient, doesn't talk much, and is always smiling. He's from the South and has a gentle personality.

The four of them quickly booked their tickets and boarded a plane to Sanya. Their flight was around 6 pm on the 1st, and they arrived at their destination before 10 am. Feng Quan had booked a hotel, which was easy to find. The four of them were initially quiet, but after having lunch together, they gradually became more familiar and talked more, though they didn't discuss anything too deep. My wife and Feng Quan standing together showed a noticeable age difference; they really looked like siblings. Their appearances were also quite similar.

After lunch, the four of them went for a walk. It wasn't peak tourist season in Sanya yet, so it wasn't too crowded. They bought some fruit and went for a stroll on the nearby beach. Mo Xiaoyan and my wife walked together, while Feng Quan initially went with Guo Hao. However, after a while, the two of them didn't have much to say to each other and just followed behind, occasionally exchanging a few unimportant words.

However, Feng Quan would occasionally strike up a conversation with my wife. Whenever this happened, Mo Xiaoyan would tactfully slow her pace. They hadn't walked for long; it was barely 3 pm when my wife and her husband suggested going back to the hotel to rest—it was too hot and they were tired.

Mo Xiaoyan could tell that wanting to rest was an excuse; they were both practically bursting with heat. Look at Feng Quan! My wife was wearing hot pants and sneakers, but still had her black stockings on, completely displaying her beautiful legs. Sometimes Zhou Hao couldn't help but steal a glance, let alone Feng Quan. Whenever they weren't looking, he'd either touch them or hug them. It was clear that she and Zhou Hao were really bothering her, but she couldn't say anything. Mo Xiaoyan didn't want to torment him anymore and agreed to go to the hotel. After they were assigned rooms, they went to their respective rooms. Zhou Hao also wanted to stay with Mo Xiaoyan, worried about the two women sharing a room.

Mo Xiaoyan wasn't in the mood for anything with Zhou Hao and was indeed quite tired, so she simply lay down to rest. She actually fell asleep and didn't wake up until about five o'clock. The sun wasn't so strong outside anymore, and she and her boyfriend discussed going for a walk, but they decided not to invite my wife and the other two; they could just stroll around by themselves. The two left the hotel and walked along the road. They hadn't gone far when they ran into my wife and Feng Quan. It turned out they had been out for a while, but my wife had changed her clothes, swapping her shorts for a light floral dress that went past her knees.

The four of them met and said they didn't want to disturb each other, so they decided to go for a walk. Since they had bumped into each other, they decided to go together. It was already evening, and there wasn't much to do, so they wandered around the nearby fruit market, then went to the beach to watch the sunset before finding a seafood stall for dinner. Although it was hot, it got dark quite early. With nothing much to do that evening, the four of us decided to play cards at the hotel. We got a mahjong set from the front desk, set up a table, and started playing. We watched TV and chatted while playing. Feng Quan kept calling my wife "sister" in front of them, and he did it quite naturally.

Time flew by, and it was past 11 pm when Mo Xiaoyan suggested we call it a night because we were tired and should get some rest so we could go out and have fun early the next day. Everyone agreed, though they were all preoccupied with their own thoughts and not really paying attention, so they readily agreed and went their separate ways.

Zhou Hao and Mo Xiaoyan cherished their time alone. After a passionate night in bed, they lay together chatting. After a few words, Zhou Hao suddenly asked,

"What's the relationship between Tong Xue and that boy?" He smiled, but the smile held a hint of mystery.

"Didn't I say? He's her cousin," Mo Xiaoyan said casually.

"That's not right! You're lying to me!" Zhou Hao retorted

, "What do you mean? Who's lying to you?!" Mo Xiaoyan remained expressionless.

"Don't treat me like a child. Nobody's stupid. We're just talking to each other."

"Then what do you think their relationship is?"

"I think they're at least not siblings."

"Don't talk nonsense!!" Mo Xiaoyan said seriously.

"You're playing this mystery with me. Would I lie without sufficient evidence?!" Zhou Hao still smiled.

"What's your basis?" Mo Xiaoyan asked casually.

"Heh, listen to me..."

Chapter 19:

Mo Xiaoyan's intelligence needs no further explanation. She knew Zhou Hao wasn't just guessing. Mo Xiaoyan had been dating Zhou Hao for about two months and had gotten to know him fairly well. He seemed refined and not very talkative, but the longer she got to know him, the more she realized he was quite meticulous and serious. He sometimes had unconventional ideas, but being relatively young, he lacked experience. Mo Xiaoyan had no ulterior motives in being with him; he pursued her, and she was just playing around.

Zhou Hao seemed quite afraid of Mo Xiaoyan and generally obeyed her every word, which was commendable. This wasn't surprising, considering Mo Xiaoyan was a few years older than him; she was undeniably beautiful and always dressed elegantly, exuding charm wherever she went.

Zhou Hao knew Mo Xiaoyan had a close friend named Tong Xue, and the two had met. Having only recently started dating him, he had arranged for my wife to meet her. It was a brief meeting and greeting, without any deeper interaction. My wife couldn't discern anything significant, only telling Mo Xiaoyan that she seemed nice and had good manners, without saying much more.

Mo Xiaoyan hadn't originally wanted to bring him along, but firstly, my wife and Feng Quan were very sincere, and secondly, it was the New Year's holiday, and Zhou Hao had been saying he wanted to go out with us for a while, so it wouldn't be good to ignore him for a few days. Thinking it over, she figured it wouldn't hurt to bring him.

Mo Xiaoyan had told him about my wife's situation, mostly telling the truth, but she hadn't told him the real story about Feng Quan, only saying he was her cousin. This was something the two of them had discussed beforehand, and they had also talked to Feng Quan about it. Mo Xiaoyan wasn't sure if her relationship with him would last, and it was better not to let him know about this, since it wasn't something to be proud of. She had only mentioned it to him casually, thinking he wouldn't care, but unexpectedly, he brought it up tonight, making Mo Xiaoyan a little nervous, caught off guard. Now, she didn't know what to say, but her nervousness was only momentary. Since he had already said it, there was no need to argue with him anymore.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaoyan smiled calmly. "You said..." Zhou Hao's words surprised Mo Xiaoyan. She hadn't expected him to be so observant. Actually, when the four of them first met, Zhou Hao hadn't suspected anything. My wife and Feng Quan did look like siblings. However, when they checked into the hotel after getting off the plane, he felt that the room assignments weren't appropriate. Without saying anything, he voluntarily separated them into two couples, one male and one female, each in a separate room. It was fine with him and Mo Xiaoyan, but was it appropriate with my wife and cousin? At this point, he hadn't thought too much about it, assuming that perhaps they had a good relationship and it wasn't a big deal. Everything seemed normal after they had lunch, but after lunch, the four of them went for a walk. Zhou Hao noticed something amiss. When he and Mo Xiaoyan stopped at a fruit stall, Zhou Hao glanced back and saw Feng Quan with his left hand on my wife's right shoulder, seemingly pulling her towards him. My wife didn't object. However, Feng Quan then noticed Zhou Hao watching them and stopped what he was doing. Zhou Hao still thought that perhaps it was just the two siblings joking around, and Feng Quan seemed to be more careful, not wanting to be seen by him again. What truly piqued Feng Quan's interest was when he and Mo Xiaoyan ran into my wife and her friend on the street after lunch break. Both he and Mo Xiaoyan had seen my wife and Feng Quan walking hand-in-hand, but Zhou Hao found it odd that they quickly let go. He pretended not to notice, but subconsciously paid attention. My wife had changed her clothes, swapping her morning shorts and t-shirt for a knee-length dress—a very obvious change. He also noticed she had changed her morning black stockings for flesh-colored ones, and her sneakers for sandals. Her pink toenails, covered by the stockings, were clearly visible. My wife seemed to have instantly transformed into a more feminine woman, losing her morning's energetic vibe. He felt she was less talkative, only listening to the three of them chat. Whenever he looked at her, he could sense a slight unease on her face, as if she avoided his gaze, as if she harbored some secret she feared others would discover.

For some reason, she walked slower than them. She seemed to be struggling, taking large strides, but her waist and hips swayed with each step, almost deliberately. If they quickened their pace, she would fall behind, seemingly unconcerned about catching up. Even when she was behind, she remained unhurried, maintaining her usual speed. And it seemed she was becoming increasingly troublesome. After walking for a short while, she asked Feng Quan to buy her water, then said she didn't want it and asked him to get something else. A little while later, she said she wanted fruit, but after eating only a few bites, she wouldn't eat any more. It seemed like she had something to say every ten minutes, complaining about the heat or the dirt. He was getting really annoyed, wondering if all teachers were troublesome. But even then, he wasn't sure if there was anything unusual between Feng Quan and her.

In short, this continued throughout the evening. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he quickened his pace. Mo Xiaoyan followed suit, and he complained to her, "Your friend is really troublesome, like a princess." Mo Xiaoyan just smiled and didn't respond.

The four of them split into two groups and strolled around aimlessly, stopping occasionally to wait for the others, until they finally reunited for dinner. After dinner, my wife said she was a little tired, so Mo Xiaoyan suggested we go back to the hotel to play mahjong. My wife wasn't very good at it, but she could manage.

The four of them naturally arranged their seats: Feng Quan sat to my wife's left, and Zhou Hao to Mo Xiaoyan's left. Playing casually wasn't very interesting at this point, and the occasional knocking wasn't too loud, adding to the fun. They were chatting and playing, which was fine, but then Zhou Hao noticed something. After finishing a round and getting his hand, he needed to use the restroom because he'd drunk a lot of beer that night. When he returned and sat down, he noticed a tile had fallen to the floor. The floor was carpeted, so he probably hadn't heard it fall. As he bent down to pick it up, he glanced up and was slightly surprised by what he saw: my wife had her left leg crossed over her right, her usual sitting posture, her skirt... The tiles were naturally pulled up a bit, revealing her knees. Her two beautiful legs were crossed, and the sandal on her left foot was swinging leisurely in the air. Feng Quan was wearing beach shorts, and at some point, he had taken off both of his flip-flops. His left leg was pressed tightly against my wife's leg, clearly squeezing out the fine lines of her flesh-colored stockings. Although he had only been picking up the tiles for a short time, he had seen this scene clearly. Because there was a tablecloth on the mahjong table, it only covered half of the table. The two of them obviously didn't realize his action, so they didn't change anything. But this one moment confirmed his suspicions. This wasn't something a normal relationship would do, so he paid closer attention to the two of them and found that my wife had been somewhat absent-minded.

After the game ended, watching the two of them leave the room so naturally, with Feng Quan even pretending to call her "sister," he couldn't help but find it a little funny. So, as soon as my wife and the others left, he couldn't help but ask Mo Xiaoyan.

Mo Xiaoyan smiled after listening and said, "You're just saying this based on what you saw?" Zhou Hao said, "What else do you want?"

"Maybe they're just siblings who have a good relationship and are just playing around." Mo said, "Come on, do you think I'm an idiot?" "Fine, you'd better just pretend you don't know anything." "Then can't you tell me what's going on between them?"

"Don't be such a gossip, you're a grown man." Zhou Hao smiled. "I did

n't realize your friend, who seems like a very proper teacher, likes to date younger men." "Isn't my friend young?" "Well, not really. But if I'm not mistaken, that Feng Quan is probably her student." Zhou Hao said, "...You're quite imaginative." "Not imaginative, I guessed it immediately. Otherwise, how would she approach boys her age?" "Didn't I tell you, you're overthinking it?" "Isn't her husband a policeman? She's really bold." "You really are overthinking it." "You still won't admit what I said? Are you still saying they're siblings?"

"They are siblings. Don't say anymore, let's rest." "You're really something, what can't you tell me? You're so petty." "You're just looking for trouble." "Me looking for trouble? Then why is the room like this? She lives with her brother?"

"They did it for us, what are you taking it for granted? You're so ungrateful. How about I switch rooms with Feng Quan?"

Mo Xiaoyan said seriously. "I'm not a stranger, what can't I say?" "Don't overthink it, rest." Zhou Hao, seeing this, didn't press the matter further, and everyone rested. The first day passed just like that. The next day, the four of them rented a car as planned, intending to visit two attractions. Feng Quan said he was familiar with the area, so he drove. My wife looked much better today, her clothes were the same, but she changed into a beige long dress.

But after visiting the attractions for a short while, my wife was still the same, always complaining about this or that, thirsty or tired. Zhou Hao was really getting impatient and repeatedly gestured to Mo Xiaoyan to persuade her to be mindful of everyone's feelings. Mo Xiaoyan just smiled slightly and said nothing. Actually, she knew what was wrong with my wife. Since being with Feng Quan, my wife seemed to have truly experienced the pleasures of being a woman. Every time she had sex with Feng Quan, she experienced immense pleasure and joy, and this feeling deepened with their interactions.

Afterwards, her body would remain in an extremely comfortable state, a kind of comfort that left her completely weak, every part and joint feeling utterly limp. Her breasts lingered, reluctant to let go of the pleasure, the nipples still stubbornly erect, pressed tightly against her bra. The bra's special material would rub against her nipples with the slightest movement, sending a tingling sensation through her entire body. She rarely wore stockings now, not because she disliked them, but because she was currently wearing pantyhose…

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