Class Reunion

Class Reunion

(Part 1)

"Beep~ You have a new message. …Hey, Hao~ I'm in sixth grade!

Fatty Lin said he's having a class reunion this weekend night. Damn it~ We graduated high school decades ago, what's the point of having

one ? Ah, never mind, I've saved your name for you. You better keep this Saturday clear, if you don't come, figure it out yourself.

Oh, I almost forgot, the location is Fatty Lin's restaurant, 7 pm. That's all for now, we'll talk more when we meet. …

You have no new messages."

A class reunion? I looked up from the piles of documents. High school life, for a 35-year-old

man , seems like a very distant memory. I still remember it, but the recollection is faded,

not brand new.

Without thinking too much, I continued reviewing the documents at hand.

"Jiahao~ It's so late, have you finished your work? Come to bed!"

The petite woman peeking out from the doorway, wearing a short-sleeved, one-piece nightgown with slightly wavy long hair, was my wife—Kelly.

Few people who have met Kelly haven't said something like, "You're so lucky!" While Kelly

isn't she's seven years younger than me;

she was only 25 when she married me, and less than a year later, she gave birth to a lovely daughter, who is now three years

old.

Thinking about it, I'm incredibly lucky. Ordinary looks, ordinary life, yet I've had a smooth and

uneventful journey. My academic life was never fraught with major setbacks; I simply studied diligently and made it all the way to the highest university.

After graduating, I didn't pursue further education. I worked as a clerk for a few years, saving some money. Just then,

a friend wanted to invest in my business. Under pressure, I reluctantly handed over my hard-earned money, resigned to

the thought of never seeing it again. Unexpectedly, my friend was caught in the peak of the IT industry boom, and his small company expanded rapidly .

I quit my job and became a manager.

Thirty-five is usually a turning point for a man; the rest of his life depends on the present. I

have a car, a house, a wife, and children. My life isn't luxurious, but it's quite comfortable.

"The lucky ones among ordinary people" perfectly describes me. Logically, what more

could ?! I thought so too, but I always felt a subtle emptiness inside—

not of desire or material possessions, but of the soul.

Occasionally, after a few drinks, I would talk to friends about this melancholy.

Friend A: "What are you worrying about, you woman?"

Friend B: "The best thing to do right now is to have sex. Let me tell you,

the girls amazing! Their sex appeal... just thinking about it makes my bones melt. How about I introduce

you sometime?"

Friend C: "What are you complaining about? I'm the one who's suffering! Last time I just made a small mistake and got fired by my boss

. When I got home, my wife was nagging me non-stop, it was so annoying... And my son, he's getting more and more

mischievous as he gets older. Last time... and oh... (censored)"

Friend D: "You definitely have midlife crisis!"

All sorts of answers, okay, I won't say anymore! Anyway, it's not a big deal. I'm

still living a good life, eating as usual, smoking as usual, doing what I love. Aside from that boring boredom, I can

comfort myself that this kind of regular life isn't bad. You know, two-thirds of the men in the world

live this kind of life, so why should I worry about myself?

"Honey~" Kelly, unable to contain her impatience, slipped on her slippers and came to my side.

Without considering whether I was busy, she plopped down on my lap. Afraid she'd fall, I reached out to support

her . She wrapped her arms around my neck, nestling her face against my shoulder.

"Are you done? Want to sleep?" she whispered sweetly in my ear, occasionally

blowing air into it. Tsk! If I couldn't understand this, would I even be a man?

"Okay, okay, I still have a little something to finish. Give me ten more minutes, you go back to bed and wait for me, okay

?" I patted her round bottom reassuringly.

"Okay, then hurry up!" Kelly didn't press me, understandingly leaving.

Watching her round bottom, encased in thin fabric, slowly sway away, I picked up my work again.

Come to think of it, Kelly and I haven't done it in a long time. Ever since we brought Minmin home from the nanny's to take care

of her ourselves , having a toddler at home means we have to stop whenever something happens, which often leaves us wanting more.

Over time, the frequency has decreased. And with the recent company restructuring, I've been busy too, and it seems I've really neglected Kelly

. No wonder she's acting this way. 　　As 　　I thought this

, I archived the data.

Although 　　I sped up, it seemed I was running overtime. I quickly shut down the computer, eager to apologize to my wife. ********** ... 　　"Sorry! What kind of compensation do you want, my dear wife?" I sat down next to her, tucking my feet under the covers as I asked. 　　"Hmph!" Kelly turned her head away, looking utterly amused. 　　I pulled her into my arms. "You really don't want my compensation? Then I'm going to sleep!" I teased her deliberately. 　　"You're so mean!" She turned around and pinched my arm hard. 　　"Ouch~ that hurts!" 　　"What's wrong? Does it really hurt? I'm sorry! Who taught you to..." Kelly, seeing my pained expression, quickly rubbed my sore spot, so she didn't see my lewd smile. 　　"You're lying?" Kelly looked up and realized she'd been tricked. 　　"Hehehe! Little Red Riding Hood got tricked again, now the Big Bad Wolf is coming to eat you!" Because there were children around, some things couldn't be said so openly, so the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood became our code words. 　　As I spoke, I pulled back the sheet and covered us both, clamping Kelly's lower body between my legs and restraining her wrists with my hands, raising them high towards the headboard.

"Where should we start?" I looked her up and down.

"Let's start here!" I placed my hands on Kelly's ample breasts, gently but firmly.

My tongue licked the skin exposed at the neckline of her nightgown. Through the silk fabric, and since Kelly wasn't

wearing a bra , I could clearly feel the changes in her body. As usual, once her skin temperature started

to rise, her nipples would slowly swell, and Kelly would close her eyes, appearing completely at my mercy,

just like now.

I can't quite describe the feeling. Once you can clearly perceive a woman's cycle of change,

even deduce the next reaction from the previous one, like an evolving formula, it means two things: First

, you really understand that woman's body. Second, you're starting to get tired of this kind of sex. I don't dare say

I'm tired of Kelly. Kelly is a good wife inside and out. If I

started criticizing her just because I'm tired of this kind of sex, I would feel too sorry for her, and too petty.

I pulled her bra straps down to the sides, and she obediently let me remove them. I didn't take them off completely,

instead leaving them wrapped around Kelly's waist. I stared at her bare upper body.

Perhaps it had been too long since I'd seen her naked, or perhaps I was just too oblivious. I felt that Kelly's body had changed

somewhat . Her skin was still as smooth as cream, and her breasts? They hadn't changed much since childbirth;

at least I couldn't feel it. They were still the size I could hold in my palm, not the size I couldn't grasp. And her nipples?

Hmm... After childbirth, their color and shape had become darker and rounder, unlike before our marriage when they were small

and light brown.

I'd looked at them from the front and back, touched them, but I just couldn't find the change. I could only attribute it to my mood.

"Honey~ hurry up."

Seeing Kelly's passionate expression as I aroused her, coupled with the undeniable dull pain in my groin, all those pointless thoughts

were thrown aside. I lifted the hem of Kelly's pajamas and reached to pull down her panties…

From the tightly closed door came bursts of sobbing, like a bucket of ice being poured over me. All passion and

enthusiasm vanished from our faces. I groaned and rolled off Kelly.

Lying face down on the other side of the bed, I kicked Kelly, signaling her to open the door. Kelly, while adjusting her clothes,

kicked me, her eyes saying, "Why don't you open the door?

" "How can I open the door like this?" I smiled wryly, pointing to my crotch hidden under the covers.

Kelly snorted and strode over to open the door. Through Kelly's fingers, I could see a small figure

crouching by the door, crying. I could hear the mother and daughter's conversation. Without even listening closely, I knew that Minmin must have woken up in the middle of the night

and was afraid of the dark, so she wanted to squeeze in with us. I'd encountered this situation many times before, but what could I do?

Minmin was my precious darling, so I had to let her have her way.

A moment later, the two of them came in hand in hand.

"Minmin wants to sleep with us tonight,"

Kelly said apologetically. I smiled wryly, picked Minmin up, and put her on the bed. I reached for some

tissues and wiped her tear-streaked face.

"Minmin's such a crybaby, shame on you," I teased her, stroking her cheek with my index finger.

"Daddy, you're naughty!" Minmin slapped my hand away, looking very angry.

This little devil will probably be quite a handful when she grows up. I wonder which clueless brat will kidnap my

daughter. Sigh! It's worrying. I'm not even forty yet, and I'm already

worrying about my daughter's future. Maybe this is the trouble of having a daughter!

"Alright! Stop teasing her!" Kelly climbed into bed, carefully covering

Minmin and me with the blanket, turning off the bedside lamp, and falling asleep beside me.

She gently patted Minmin, perhaps because she was tired from crying. Minmin didn't cause any trouble and fell asleep quickly.

Seeing her snoring peacefully, Kelly and I both breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Minmin was asleep, having a child in the middle was dangerous, and besides,

the previous romantic atmosphere had completely dissipated. We looked at each other and, in perfect unison, went to sleep.

"By the way! There's a message from Xiao Liu on the answering machine today. Aren't you having a class reunion? Are you going

?" Kelly suddenly asked as I was about to fall asleep.

"Maybe!" I wasn't sure myself. It's been so long since we last saw each other, and something felt off.

"So your ex-lover will be there too?"

"What ex-lover?" This time, even a thousand sleepyheads woke up. I asked, feigning composure.

"No! I was just saying. What? You don't actually have an ex-lover, do you?"

"Don't make wild guesses. There's nothing like that."

"Fine!" Kelly, seeing my defiant expression, seemed to believe me and didn't pursue the matter further.

"Okay, I have a meeting tomorrow. I'm going to sleep!" I turned over, my back to Kelly.

"Okay, I won't bother you then." Hearing the rustling behind me followed by silence, I secretly breathed

a sigh of relief .

An ex-lover! I only remember her shoulder-length black hair and her seemingly frail and delicate figure. I remember her name was

Satie, but I can't recall her features. If there's anything memorable about her, it's probably her

scent! Because after our breakup, I went on a buying spree of her favorite perfumes,

filling .

Givenchy's Little Bear perfume. I still remember that brand.

Ah, that crazy youth!

Sigh, it seems like it's been so long since I've seen her! I wonder how she's doing now? Will she go to the class reunion?

For some reason, I suddenly have an urge to see her.

A vague desire is nagging at my heart… The class reunion! I'm starting to look forward to it.

Part Two:

Saturday, I arrived very early.

I circled the restaurant a few times, arriving 20 minutes late before the reunion started.

Perhaps it was that tingling anticipation in my heart, but I suppressed it secretly; deliberately being late was just to convince

myself.

"Ah Hao, I thought you weren't coming. You're so late! Come on, come on over." As soon as I

entered , Xiao Liu came out to greet me, putting his arm around my shoulder and leading me to where the others were sitting.

"Come on, everyone, Jiahao's here!" Xiao Liu's introduction elicited cheers from the crowd. It seemed

the atmosphere was already lively long before I arrived.

Looking around, there were about twenty people present, men and women, all old friends from back then.

Some hadn't changed much, while others had changed drastically.

Take Fatty Lin, for example. Anyone who heard his nickname would imagine him as a big fat guy, but now he

's a skinny monkey with a mustache. And the handsome "Prince" who was all the rage back then... sigh, barely over 30

and already a bald old man, now working as the dean of students at some vocational school.

As for the girls? Sigh, they were already a bit awful back then, and seeing them now is even more shocking.

Not only have they gained weight, but they also look like haggard housewives, and their voices are incredibly loud. They're either chatting about their husbands and children or

eating voraciously, as if money is no object.

Sigh... Seeing these women reminded me of Satin from back in high school. She was always

so slender and fair-skinned, with delicate, classically beautiful features, a petite yet graceful figure, and every movement

exuded a fragile beauty. She spoke softly, and her quiet demeanor instantly evoked a man's protective instincts.

She had always been my dream girl. In high school, we were classmates. Her seat was by the window, and

I sat diagonally behind her.

Often, halfway through class, I couldn't resist stealing glances at her, watching her

charming pose, resting her cheek on her hand or tucking her long hair behind her ear with her fingers. Later, we changed seats, and I sat next to her. Just kidding,

I sat upright every day, not daring to look at her even once, but during afternoon naps, I secretly reveled in it.

Because she would often turn to face me in the middle of the night, and looking at her rosy cheeks, long

eyelashes, and slightly parted rose-colored lips, I would often feel involuntarily excited, wishing I could rush up

and give her a passionate kiss. Not to mention, sometimes I would accidentally glimpse her pure white undergarments through her sleeve,

and although I would curse myself for being despicable, my eyes would never leave her.

Every night before falling asleep, I would secretly fantasize about her taking off her school uniform, naked,

her expression shy, yet letting me do whatever I wanted beneath her. I even donated quite a few of my "soldiers" for this, all of them going to

toilet paper.

However, fantasies are just fantasies; I never thought we would become boyfriend and girlfriend until,

encouraged , I finally found an opportunity to tell her: "Please be my girlfriend."

Yes, this is not a typo, so don't call me a pest. I was so nervous that I spoke in Taiwanese Mandarin.

I nervous I almost peed my pants, but then I remembered all my friends were watching, and I couldn't lose

face as a man. I was prepared to face the consequences calmly, thinking

, "If I'm doomed, I'll just go home and cry my eyes out, and I'll be fine the next day."

Surprisingly, she accepted me. We dated for over two years, but then we drifted apart because of

university , and eventually we broke up amicably.

I was really heartbroken when we broke up. I bought a bunch of her favorite perfumes, uncorked them,

and let the scent waft through the air, bottle after bottle. Once the fragrance had evaporated, I slowly forgot her

face and started dating other people.

It wasn't heartlessness; life just goes on, and love can't put food on the table. A man

can't stay with the same woman forever.

Actually, I've been a bit anxious these past few days. That night, I thought of Satine, and her previously blurry face

slowly became clearer. Memories of her gradually resurfaced in my mind. I often get

distracted by thinking about her youthful appearance. One night, I even had a wet dream. I dreamt that Satine was naked, straddling

me, one hand on her slender waist, the other kneading her small,

still breasts.

Seeing her slightly furrowed brows, her expression a mixture of pain and shyness, and her soft, weak moans—

it all felt so real.

When I woke up, I realized I was sweating profusely, yet still hard. I turned over, wanting to

find my wife to relieve myself, but Kelly, fast asleep, kicked me off the bed. In the end, I could only rub my nose and go to the bathroom to take

care of it myself. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

To be honest, my main purpose in coming here today was to see Satie, to see if she still possessed the same ethereal beauty as

back then , and to see if she had been doing well all these years. But she didn't come. I could only console myself

that it was better that she didn't come; if she had become like the other female classmates, I would definitely have nightmares tonight.

With a touch of disappointment, a few friends and I started joking around, chatting about all the funny and embarrassing things

that happened back then . Everyone was talking animatedly and freely, and the whole restaurant was filled with our voices, attracting the attention

of other customers.

I don't know who brought it up first, but Satie's name came up in the room. Although I pretended not to care, I was actually

listening intently for news.

"Speaking of Satie, I saw her and her daughter shopping in the East District the other day. Her daughter

is a beauty just like her, but she has a very lively personality, probably like her father."

Really? Satie is married! Well, it's been 15 years already. If she hadn't gotten married soon, she would have become an old maid.

A strange feeling was brewing inside me

"Oh, so how does Satine look now?" asked a female classmate who used to be close to Satine

.

"She's well-maintained; she doesn't look like a 35-year-old woman. I even asked her what skincare products she uses."

"Oh, what?" Clearly, skincare had piqued the interest of the female classmates, who all looked

very curious. Tsk! Women will be women; their topics are always these trivial matters. Despite the conversation,

I was more focused than the women present.

"She said she doesn't use many skincare products, just toner and lotion."

"Oh, how is that possible?" This answer caused a chorus of exclamations from the women present, clearly not believing it.

"Sigh, she's lucky. She married a rich husband, and she eats bird's nest soup with every meal, uses pearl powder on her face, and goes for

a spa on weekends. Of course, she's luckier than us, dealing with the mundane details of life every day and battling men in the workplace. She has fewer

worries, so she naturally looks younger."

"That's true." This slightly sarcastic explanation clearly resonated with the women present, who nodded in agreement.

Then they started talking about other topics, which I found uninteresting, so I turned to chat with Xiao Liu and the others.

Halfway through the banquet, some people were already quite drunk. For some reason, I just couldn't enjoy myself and could only manage to keep up with

them, barely drinking a few glasses of wine. Staying any longer was pointless; I was trying to find an excuse to get drunk and go home to

hug my wife—better than facing a bunch of drunkards and ugly, fat women.

"Everyone…" I stood up to speak when Fatty Lin shouted,

"Ah~ She's here, she's here! Everyone, our former class beauty from Class 2A of Senior High—Miss Isatis—is here! Please give

her a warm round of applause!"

Immediately, applause, cheers, and whistles erupted. I was momentarily stunned, my mouth slightly agape, and I

joined in the clapping.

"I apologize, everyone, I had some family matters to attend to, so I'm late." A clear, elegant voice sounded behind me,

neither arrogant nor humble . I didn't dare turn around, my heart pounding, as if I had returned to

my teenage years.

"It's okay, as long as you're here." Fatty Lin's lecherous face suddenly made me feel inexplicably annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah." The others agreed.

"Come on, come on, you can sit here." Fatty Lin cleared a seat diagonally in front of me.

A fragrant breeze wafted over, and I caught a glimpse of a pale yellow figure sitting down.

When I first smelled the perfume, I was a little disappointed. It seemed she had changed her perfume brand.

Although it was still a very elegant scent, I still missed the fresh yet soft fragrance of the past,

the scent that would waft up whenever she cuddled me. I was

surprised to find myself so nostalgic.

"Would you like something to eat?" The men at the table kept inviting us, while the female students

showed their displeasure at being ignored, but they only muttered to themselves and didn't actually say anything.

"Thank you, I can do it myself." I finally looked up at her, and our eyes met. She was

startled for a moment, but quickly smiled and greeted me, her expression as normal as if she were facing a friend, not an ex-lover.

Damn it, I was furious. I didn't understand what I was angry about, but I kept

pouring down glasses of wine.

To be honest, time had been kind to her. She didn't show

the signs She was still beautiful, and with age, she even had the grace of a mature woman, something

the naive girl of her youth couldn't match. But this woman was now someone else's wife, and resentment began to rise in my

heart towards the man who had her.

Those beautiful phoenix eyes used to only watch my every move; those delicate white ears would always blush when I

played with them ; those full red lips used to only welcome my touch, uttering

enchanting cries for me; not to mention how that childlike body, under my guidance, gradually became the woman she was

meant to be.

I know it's despicable to think like this, but I just can't control that jealousy.

The resentment of being betrayed for no reason years ago, dormant for so long, has reignited because of her appearance. My eyes are fixed on

her, watching her chat and reminisce with her friends at the table, her cheeks beaming with smiles, revealing slightly childlike dimples.

Before I knew it , I had downed several glasses of wine.

Perhaps sensing my almost urgent gaze, she turned to look at me, her smile fading slightly. I quickly

looked away to avoid revealing my feelings.

A slender, white hand rested on the back of my hand. I was slightly startled and turned to look at her.

She frowned slightly, looking disapproving, and said, "You can't drink at all, don't drink so much."

Her voice was unmistakably concerned, and her expression showed some worry. There seemed to be

something deep in her eyes, but only for a moment. I didn't have time to see it clearly, but I was already deeply shocked.

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