I slept with the female thief who molested me for one night.

Ever since I was harassed by that female pickpocket on the bus, I've been seething with resentment.

Not only have my friends been laughing and scolding me, but the story has become the talk of the town, and "Did you harass me today?" has become the daily greeting among my

friends .

I'm a man who values face more than life itself; I've always believed that I can lose my head, I can bleed, but I can't lose

face . This time, having my face wiped away like toilet paper in front of so many people, I practically wanted to

devour that female pickpocket like a tomato, skin and all. But where could I find that tomato?

No idea.

After much thought, I decided to learn from my mistakes and get back up. So, I decided to

take the bus , and without my wallet, just a few coins. Let them steal from me! If I catch them again, I'll

harass them! They'll try to steal a chicken but end up losing the rice instead, and I'll get away with it openly! How great! Thinking about this, I

chuckled , even drool swaying happily at the corners of my mouth.

So I rode bus after bus, tossed coins again and again, changed drivers

repeatedly , and met woman after woman, but I still couldn't find the one I wanted to see! Where are you?

Every cloud has a silver lining. Just when I was feeling utterly disheartened, the online friend I'd been longing for

came to see me. She traveled a long way, stayed one night, and then parted again. Even though it was only for a day,

it made me endlessly marvel at the beauty of the world and the magic of the internet—even a female thief stealing things seemed so creative!

I lazed around for a few days, becoming lazy, but then the sky started to leak. It poured down relentlessly,

like a long-suffering woman experiencing a second spring, wanting to unleash all her pent-up frustrations!

Poor us two-legged creatures, forced to hurry along the streets.

It was already evening. The sky was darkening. I strolled along the road, and as I passed the railway tracks, I vaguely heard someone

arguing. My mischievous nature kicked in, and I stealthily moved closer to the sound.

As I drew nearer, I saw a man and a woman lingering at the entrance of a residential compound. Neither of them had an umbrella;

they were standing in the rain. Their faces were obscured in the dim light. The man was short and slightly overweight, while the woman was curvaceous, and

the rain made her quite a sight.

"You filthy bastard! It's been days, and you haven't paid me a single penny! Tell me, have you been keeping a

gigolo on the side?" The man's voice pierced the night, carrying clearly. "No, I haven't!

The harvest hasn't been good these past few days. I'll definitely pay you tomorrow, I promise!" Even her weak, mournful words were heartbreaking.

"Slap!" A solid slap landed on the woman's face. "I'll let you off this time. Remember, by

this time tomorrow, be on your own. If you don't show up, don't blame me for turning my back on you, hmph!" He turned

and walked towards me. I quickly pretended to go home and headed into the yard, brushing past him.

I glanced back quietly and saw the man hurriedly hail a taxi and drive away. Before he could even turn around, I heard

a soft "Hey!" followed by a thud. I turned quickly and saw the woman had collapsed to the ground.

I rushed over to help her up, but she was unconscious. Helpless, I lifted her

up and gently placed her on the steps of the stairwell, letting her rest in my arms.

Only then did I have a chance to examine the woman closely. Her black dress was completely soaked and stained. She had

a slender waist, full breasts, willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, and a pale face devoid of color.

She looked vaguely familiar.

I almost let go of her and dropped her to the ground.

Good heavens, that thief who molested me!

Perhaps it was because I moved slightly, but her long, curved eyelashes fluttered twice, slowly revealing her

watery eyes. They opened abruptly, filled with astonishment. "Who are you? What do you want?" She tried to push me away, but she had no strength. I had just helped her to her feet against the wall when she slapped my hand away

with utter disgust . 　　"You fell down, I helped you up..." 　　"None of your business!" she yelled desperately. 　　"Fine, fine, fine, I don't care, but please give me back my wallet." Looking at her pitiful state, I couldn't bear to punish her anymore, but I needed her ID. 　　"I...when did I...take your wallet?" Her answer was hesitant and evasive. 　　"On the number 10 bus, May 30th." I didn't back down. 　　"May 30th? I didn't..." Before she could finish speaking, she fell to the ground. I couldn't dodge in time and could only brace myself against her with my chest, only to feel something soft and elastic! 　　Here we go again! I hurriedly patted my back pocket again; there were only two bucks. "Take it or leave it," I chuckled to myself, pulling her into my arms. "Why not take advantage of her? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" 　　I gradually increased the pressure of my touch, feeling the youthful energy and the stimulation of the friction, while glancing down at her neckline. Goodness, she was certainly well-endowed; the pale pink half-cup could barely conceal anything, two soft, white mounds of flesh making my eyes dizzy! 　　"Could you please help me upstairs?" Her voice was weak, barely audible to me. Upstairs? Into my room? Of course! You stole my money, I'll steal you too! 　　The stairwell was dark; I could vaguely see the peeling paint on the walls. Accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels , we reached the west-facing apartment on the third floor. Hearing the key turning, my heart pounded like a few mice—itchy and panicked. What would happen? 　　Finally, I stepped through the door, hearing the soft click of it locking behind me. In the dim light, I surveyed the room: a one-bedroom apartment with gray walls haphazardly covered in posters of washed-up celebrities. A large bed was piled high with women's underwear; cigarette butts and condoms clashed in the ashtray on the bedside table; and countless pairs of shoes lay on the floor, covered in a thick layer of dust, next to a wad of toilet paper. 　　I felt an urge to vomit! Was this a place for a human to live? Was this a place for a woman to live? 　　She stepped to the bed and quickly tossed the clothes off the bed, her speed astonishing. Without a word, she reached for the zipper of her dress. Before I could even finish my stunned silence, she was only wearing two strips of cloth covering her private parts. "You, you, what are you doing?" I stammered, unable to speak. Despite having considered countless possibilities, this was still completely unexpected. This woman's initiative...

I was at a loss, and involuntarily swallowed what was in my mouth.

She continued to undress, and I was so frightened that I didn't dare to open my eyes to look. In the blink of an eye, I felt

something hit my face. I squinted slightly and saw it was her underwear. "I'm going to take a shower." Hearing

this, I quickly opened my eyes, but only caught a glimpse of a fleshy back before it disappeared.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and tried to hide my panic. The essence of Marxism-Leninism

was at its lowest point at this moment. All I could think about was Lu Xun's "borrowing" principle: use it if you can, since

it's here, make the best of it!

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, which easily made my mind wander. It was the same thing that happened a few nights ago when I

first met my sweetheart. We were in a hotel, and she was also taking a shower. Then she asked me to bring her a towel, but

before I could even enter the room, her well-maintained hands were wrapped around my neck. A long

moan and gasp were caught in the crack of the door, followed by a long silence. At that moment, silence spoke louder than words. Just as I was lost

in reverie, the door creaked open, and a woman wrapped in a bath towel with a bear pattern appeared before the bed.

The towel was small, barely covering her modesty, and it was precisely this tantalizing, half-hidden feeling that was most alluring.

Although I didn't want to appear too lustful, her body language betrayed everything.

She blushed slightly, silently climbed onto the bed beside me, and slipped under the blanket

. After tossing out the towel, she closed her eyes, seemingly ready to be pecked at .

I grew even more aroused, because my darling was just as shy, wrapped up

like a dumpling. As my tongue deftly glided across her neck, moistened her breasts, gently nibbled at her earlobe, and

kissed her collarbone, while my hands roamed over her body, her moans were like ants, as she

tightly clung to my neck with her slender, white hands.

Thinking about this, I couldn't take it anymore. Finally, I pounced forward, pinning the woman down like an eagle snatching a chick.

Even through the blanket, I could still feel the warmth of her body. Just as I was about to mount her,

a thought suddenly flashed through my mind: what difference was there between what I was doing and rape, prostitution, or extortion? Wouldn't I be nothing more than

a beast thinking only with my lower body? Although I didn't intend to build a moral monument for myself, this certainly violated my

consistent principles as a human being. No way!

While I was pondering this, my lower body had already stopped arousing. I hardened my heart and simply lay down next to the woman, lit another

cigarette, and leisurely exhaled rings. The woman sensed something was wrong, opened her eyes to look at me, and her eyes first showed confusion,

then gratitude. My soul was purified by her gaze, and for a moment I felt like a great man!

Time passed quietly. When I had finished all my cigarettes, the woman was holding my

arm , her head resting on my shoulder, dreaming. I remained motionless, like Qiu Shaoyun, afraid of waking her. I

lowered my head slightly, wanting to see her sleeping face, but my head suddenly felt congested, and my whole body swelled up. It turned out

the blanket had slipped down quite a bit, revealing a lot of her cleavage!

My darling was also naked in my arms like that. That day, after wave after wave of pleasure,

I mischievously stroked her lower abdomen with my fingers, savoring the feeling.

Words like "ethereal," "bewitching," "ecstatic," and "unable to resist" were insufficient to describe that beauty. It was as if an invisible

key had unlocked the treasure trove of desire, and just turning the key was enough to make one linger; or like

the waves on a high mountain lake, not only tranquil and beautiful, but also full of color and vibrancy, swimming happily in the lake without

any pain or discomfort. That kind of tacit understanding, how many lifetimes must it take to cultivate? That kind of awe, how many lifetimes

must it take to witness?

What principles of humanity, what beastly behavior—these had vanished from my mind. A person in the throes of passion

thinks of nothing but pure desire.

Yet, as I turned over, I saw two lines of tears, trickling down my face. What had I dreamt of that caused such

heartbreak ?

A man's lust always comes and goes quickly, I comforted myself. She had suffered enough, faced with too many

unavoidable circumstances ; how could I add insult to injury? Let it go!

And so, with a touch of melancholy, I fell asleep. Before sleeping, I checked my belongings again, clutching

my only valuable possession—my phone—tightly grip. Once bitten, twice shy; one should always be wary.

I don't know how much time passed, but my phone alarm clock promptly reminded me that it wasn't missing. I rubbed my eyes;

the June sun was already shining on my face. I turned my head—the woman wasn't there. I stretched and got up. "

Sigh, even thieves have a tough job, going to work so early. It's not easy!"

Just then, the doorbell rang. "Did she have a change of heart and go buy me breakfast?" My vanity

swelled !

I opened the door, disappointed. A man in his forties stood there.

"What? Why are you knocking so early?" he asked impatiently.

"Why do you ask? You've been 20 days late, and you haven't paid the rent. Didn't your wife say today was the last day and

she'd definitely pay? She was afraid she wouldn't be able to find you during the day, so I didn't want to get up!" the man muttered.

"Rent, wife, what wife?" I stammered, then suddenly understood, feeling a

chill run down my spine, like being drenched twice in a downpour on the coldest days of winter. "How many months' rent?" I asked, trembling, my voice shaking.

"Don't play dumb, it's six months, a total of 1800 yuan!"

Damn it, I've been scammed by that female thief again!

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