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Rogue Love

Life is fleeting; we live by emotions, yet we only truly understand them in the past. Life

is too complex, and we invest too much emotion, like hair growing from the skin, creating a bump.

When we touch this unevenness, we think, "What is this? Did something bite me? Is there

something wrong with my body? Is it a sexually transmitted disease?" We express many emotions, causing our blood to surge, killing and regenerating countless cells.

These kinds of emotions happen constantly, yet we often don't pay attention. Frankly, at certain

times and in certain places, we not only don't care, but we also avoid, even hate and curse. Looking back,

we realize these things were created to satisfy certain desires, hurting

others and forever causing ourselves heartache.

I have such a story, which I'll share with my friends. If anyone thinks I'm shameless,

please don't criticize me; learn from my mistakes.

In 2000, Lao Chen and I represented a company in market development in City A. Our product

is "garbage" with high "added value," and the hosts are usually large state-owned enterprises. You might think

this kind of work is elegant and difficult, but it's not. Once you get the hang of it, it's quite simple. I'm particularly good at this kind of

thing. The reasons are simple: first, the leaders of state-owned enterprises are all scoundrels; second, I'm even more scoundrel than them.

The scoundrel behavior of the leaders in state-owned enterprises is quite distinctive. Their outward image is exceptionally "imposing

," like they've become emperors—bulging and bloated, spouting culture, but in reality, they're just potatoes and empty vessels.

They flatter a leader, and from the moment they become officials, others continue to flatter them until

they can hold their heads high, puff out their chests, and feel superior.

For those who flatter, they usually look for the leader's personality traits and hobbies. Some love women, some love calligraphy and painting,

some collect stamps, and so on. Even if the leader doesn't have any hobbies, the flatterer will go to great lengths to cultivate them. In short, after

the leader has been in office for a while, there's no way they won't have some preference for something. Hobbies are a terrible thing; they're something leaders don't

want but have to have. They want to be direct and collect cash, but no one dares to give them or accept them,

so they use hobbies as a pretext to exchange goods for money. These characteristics are initial; the ultimate goal is to amass wealth. After repeated

exposure, direct financial gain is a given, it just depends on the level of trust.

My thuggish approach is simple: I "openly and honestly" promote the product, then "sincerely"

negotiate terms, truthfully telling him the product's profit margin, which we split 50/50, and then I take a portion of my share

to cultivate relationships with his subordinates. Usually, people will tell me to shut up, but I'll say

, "I won't waste any more time here, please give me a few more minutes. That's all I have to say, I'll leave after that. Whether we cooperate in the future or

not , I won't bother you again." They'll "endure" and listen, then keep thinking about it after I leave.

Maybe a few days, maybe half a month, or even longer, they'll make a test call, and the deal is

done.

In City A, we successfully signed a trial contract in less than a month. I knew our product well; if we didn't

do our job well with the specific users, we'd be kicked out in two days. So I became like one of the factory's employees,

going to the workshop every day, accompanying them during the day, and treating them to dinner and karaoke in the evenings. Before long, the workshop director, technicians,

several section chiefs, and even many employees were as familiar with me as longtime colleagues.

The workshop technician, Zhang Yubing, was a young man with glasses and a refined appearance. He

thought I was too forthright, had a strong sense of brotherhood, and that we clicked instantly. He said that most people who are good at socializing rely on boasting and flattery,

but I always told the truth. I lectured him: "Honesty is the foundation of social interaction. I rely on telling the truth; there's no

one I can't handle." He thought I was bragging, so he dragged me to the drafting room, secretly pointing to a girl working with her head down,

and said, "If you can win her over with the truth, I'll admire you." I asked, "How much is the bet?" He

said, "100 yuan!" I thought that was too little, because pursuing a girl takes time; you have to bet big.

He said, "Then let's make it 500!" I said, "You rely on your salary, I don't want the money, but I estimate you

'll be promoted and make a fortune soon. Just support my products then, and I'll pay you 10,000 yuan if I lose.

" That was settled, but after Zhang Yubing came out, he immediately told me that the girl was a well-known "good

girl" in the factory, nicknamed "Can't Get Her." Haha, I asked around among my coworkers, and it was true.

Everyone laughed for a while, and Zhang Yubing said it was a joke. I said, "You think I'd take it seriously? But

who knows, I might fall for her. She's quite pretty!" Coincidentally, three days later,

someone from the supply department found me and asked me to go to the equipment department. When I got there, the equipment manager pointed to a component

with a and asked if I could process it. I didn't even know what it was, but I blurted out, "

No problem!" My tone made it sound like our company manufactured these things. So, the manager had someone take me to

the drafting room. The head of the department, an older engineer, said that younger people are better at developing business, so he brought in "Can't Get

Married" to assist me with the specifics of surveying and contacting suppliers for this batch of parts.

"Can't Get Married" was young, around twenty-three or twenty-four, with a pretty and reserved appearance. Perhaps

because we were strangers, she was quite stiff with me, but she was cheerful and lively when talking to the older colleagues. I think she was intentionally trying

to prevent me from pursuing her, afraid of losing her "Can't Get Married" reputation, so she was determined to take on this tough challenge.

She didn't want to go to the equipment department's office, so she took me to the site to find the part. In a corner of a workshop,

there was a pile of those things. They all looked like damaged and scrapped graphite rings, clearly consumable parts. I asked her

if there were blueprints for these parts since they were frequently replaced. She told me that these parts were too wasteful; a technological update had

enlarged the equipment's connection ports, so new ones had to be manufactured. Previous customers were worried that the enlarged ports would reduce usage, so they took the opportunity to raise

prices. The factory, to avoid being controlled, had approached me to manufacture them at the original price. "Can't get it" conveys the message that ...i=61>The spirit of the surface, I actually understand, the supervisor is secretly working hard, splitting the profits, he also makes an extra bit of money. 　　"Can't get a soak" wearing a charcoal gray work uniform, because she is quite slender, the clothes look very loose. She squatted down to measure, and wouldn't let me help record, I just looked at her squatting position, imagining the body wrapped inside, not knowing

Why didn't she want anyone to "pick her up"? "Can't Get Picked Up" was a well-known nickname, a name derived from

many people's attempts to seduce her. Just then, she looked up and noticed my furtive

glance. Embarrassed, I blurted out, "Why are you called 'Can't Get Picked Up'?" She didn't understand and stared at me blankly.

I thought her face was quite nice, her features as delicate as her body, her skin fair, smooth, and tender.

This further aroused my interest, so I smiled deliberately, mysteriously leaning closer to her, and said, "They gave

you the nickname 'Can't Get Picked Up.'" "Who?" She raised an eyebrow, showing signs of anger.

"You don't know? Everyone in the workshop calls you that. I knew it as soon as I arrived." "Don't listen to their nonsense!

" Her face flushed slightly, a sign of anger, but it only accentuated her beauty.

"Oh!" "They're talking nonsense! That means I can get her! You said it yourself, so I'm going to make my move, haha

!" "Come on! What are you doing?!" Before I could finish laughing, she snapped back, then jumped up, waving

her calipers and walking away.

I quickly caught up, still jogging alongside her, and said with a grin, "Get her!"

I meant to call her name, but I didn't know it, so I said "Can't Get Her," then realized it was wrong and choked back, continuing, "Get

her!" "Get her! I'm sorry, I was just kidding. You're so pretty, every man would like you. I was just joking,

and it turned out like this. Are you angry and won't let me get her?" She turned over, glared at me, and I pretended to stick out

my tongue , too scared to say anything more.

Back in the office, in front of the other workers, she had to politely offer me a seat. I climbed onto her desk, pretending

to look at the drawings, but kept apologizing quietly, "Get her!" "If you won't let me 'soak,' I won't. Why get so angry? We

've only just met; it's too hurtful." She ignored me, busy with her work, and coldly said, "Hurt you? Humph!"

Her voice wasn't loud. I retorted, "How could it not hurt? I have pride. If I lose face, if I lose my self-esteem, I'll

definitely . How can I work then?" Just that made her smile, though only briefly,

and she quickly wiped it away. But I saw how beautiful she looked, and a determination to 'soak' her was planted in my heart.

Just as I made up my mind, she had already ushered me out: "Go back now. I've finished drawing and painting, and I still need to dry it. I

'll let you know when it's done." In the afternoon after work, Zhang Yubing, my coworkers, and I went out together and saw someone ahead walking by saying "

Can't Soak." So I quickened my pace, calling out as I hurried, "Soak! Wait a minute." She glanced back, saw me, turned and

walked away, her bottom tucked in, taking increasingly rapid, small steps. I called out "Bubble" again, and the people behind her

burst into laughter. I was too embarrassed to chase after her, so I went back to explain why I called her "Bubble," which made them laugh

even harder .

From that day on, my coworkers stopped calling her "Can't Get Bubble" and started calling her "Bubble."

From that day on, "Bubble" began to hate me, fear me, and avoid me.

Looking back now, it's really funny. When Bubble saw me swerving, I thought it was funny and insisted on chasing

after her. With such a small working relationship, she got so anxious that she finished her work and was done in a day. But I was still "foolish." I

relentlessly pursued her, questioning her until she turned on me and started cursing, but it didn't diminish my carefree attitude. Honestly,

my pleasure back then lay in teasing her; it felt like I was lonely if I didn't. Sometimes, when I was busy in the workshop,

talking to Zhang Yubing or other coworkers about her would lead me to go and tease her a bit before returning to work.

My expressions were direct and cheesy; I'd usually call out to her whenever I saw her. If she didn't come, I'd threaten her in a low voice:

"You won't come? Fine! Fine! I'll say it loudly, I really love you, I can't help it, you forced me!" Whenever

this happened, she'd obediently come over, because she knew I was a shrew, capable of anything. Once

I left the office or went downstairs into the factory area, I'd keep saying, "I missed you so much, I couldn't help it, I came to see you.

I know you hate me, I don't care. You have the right not to love me, but you don't have the right to stop me from loving you..." At first,

her face would turn red, then turn ashen, and finally, a few times, she'd mutter curses under her breath. These were all actions I

wanted to see ; it was as if that was my target. But there were dangerous moments too. Once, she seemed extremely angry and kicked me,

the tip of her shoe hitting my shin squarely. The pain made me squat for a while. Luckily, I made a second plea, shouting my love, which made

the threat work, and the situation improved. At this point, she stopped talking, and I couldn't let the conversation die down, so I kept

expressing my love , using every cheesy word imaginable, racking my brains. When I felt I was getting tired of it, I started telling her

about my family, about my wife, about my children. Ha! She spoke up: "You have a wife?" I said

, "Of course I do. I'm almost thirty; it would be strange if I didn't have a wife." She said, "Then why are you still chasing after..."

Haha! That's interesting. I quickly said, "What do you mean, 'chasing'? Chasing you, right? I like you, okay? Who says

I can't chase you if I have a wife?" She got angry and continued to ignore me. I continued talking about my wife, but she

seemed not to listen at all, just letting me ramble on. Then she suddenly asked, "Is it a problem if you're not married by thirty?

" I said, "Of course." She asked what kind of problem, and I said either homosexuality or impotence. She cursed, "You pervert!

" "So what if I'm a pervert? I am a pervert because I know how to appreciate beauty. Look, there are so many women around,

why do I only bother with you? Because you're beautiful, unlike them." I raised my head, gesturing to a few men

in the distance , and continued, "Why don't they bother with you? Because they're blind, they can't see

how beautiful you are.

" Bubble covered her ears, disgusted by the cheesiness, but I knew she was secretly pleased. That's how women are;

they're easily swayed. Even if they despise someone, they still love to hear sweet words. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to threaten her

into going out on my day off.

The things she says to me are slowly changing. At first, it

was "Get lost!" and "Shameless!", but now she says those less often, and more like "scoundrel!" "Rogue!" and "Disgusting!" She's only responding to me because she wants me

to be normal and talk like a normal person. I told her I came to see her because I missed her, and seeing her made me

very happy. Without expressing that, there's nothing more to say. She asked if I wouldn't ask about her. I asked what, and she

said I could ask about her family, parents, boyfriend, etc. I said I like her, not her family

. Does she expect me to be a "gay" and like her boyfriend? She got angry and called me a heartless person.

To win her

over, I asked about her boyfriend. It turned out she'd had one since college, and he was now working in

the south , saying he'd come pick her up once he had a stable career. I asked if they had sex, and she gritted her teeth in anger, but still

nodded. This was too provocative, so I said that since she was free anyway, she might as well pretend to like me

and have sex with me. She couldn't take it anymore and really got angry, turning to leave. I followed closely, and she

pretended to spit on me. Haha! It was a bit like a Stephen Chow movie, so we started a verbal battle,

startling everyone on the street. Feeling humiliated, she became even angrier and cursed, "Fuck your mother! Get lost!"

Such a vulgar word coming from a pretty girl's mouth, and so loudly, drew attention from people around.

Realizing became enraged and hit me with her bag. I felt my teasing had been very successful, and I was incredibly excited,

still striking a martial arts pose, when suddenly I grabbed her bag. People were egging her on, and she couldn't get through.

Just then the bus arrived, and she abandoned her bag, letting go and running while crying, boarding the bus.

It's okay, she won't answer my calls; I'll go find her when I get to work. The older folks had already guessed my intentions and

subtly advised me not to hurt the girl, saying she was a very nice girl. I said that's precisely why I

like her—I know she's good, and besides, I was just teasing her; it was quite amusing. When she saw me, she walked away, even publicly calling me a "

scoundrel." I calmly followed, apologizing, making faces, and even dramatically jumping "rope." She smiled, and I suddenly

felt like I'd lost my target, feeling very disappointed. So I continued to tease her verbally and insult her with actions;

it wouldn't be satisfying unless she got angry and kicked out.

One day, she said, "I hope you disappear!" I asked her, "Do you want me to die?" She nodded

vigorously . I said, "Then you could have said it! Why say disappear?" She said she couldn't

bring herself to say it. I said, "Then you must like me, at least you don't hate me anymore, otherwise you would have cursed me to die without hesitation!

" Unexpectedly, she shouted, "Go to hell! Go to hell!" I was a little angry, but mostly seeing her

angry expression, I thought I had to go back to the company in B City for business soon, and I'd take the opportunity to satisfy her. So I pretended to be sad and

said, "Fine! Fine! I know, I didn't expect you to hate me so much, fine! Fine! I'll disappear right away,

what the point! I might as well be dead!" Then I left.

The next day, I said goodbye to Lao Chen, telling him to come find me, saying I wouldn't be coming back, and then took the train back to B City.

Because of my good performance, the company wanted me to go to Shandong to develop a new market. But developing a market

isn't something you can just do whenever you want, because once you successfully develop it, the business belongs to you, and even later on-site staff

can't take your commission. So someone challenged me, and it was the boss's brother-in-law. I had no choice but

to give in . It's a family company, and I can't afford to offend relatives, so I suggested going home to rest for half a month.

After resting for half a month, with no one calling or asking about me, I inquired with the company's employees and they actually thought I had gone to

City A. That was fine; I told that employee not to spread the word and to continue taking care of the kids at home.

My wife has a lover; we hooked up while she was at her parents' house during her postpartum period. My mother-in-law knows and protects him.

I don't care what he does, just not in my bed. If the kids see it, she

's fired.

Because of this, my wife doesn't dare interfere with my affairs. Frankly, I'd rather tell her about visiting prostitutes

than many of my friends would do that, haha! But the price is that I'm a cuckold first.

About 20 days later, Lao Chen called and said Paopao was coming to see me, he told me exactly what he said. I suddenly

missed Paopao terribly, and the urge to flirt with her started churning in my blood. For several days, the urge grew stronger, so I packed

my bags and went to the station.

The afternoon I arrived, Paopao came to the hotel we were staying at. She was very reserved, saying, "I heard

you were back, so I came to see you." I tried my best to keep a straight face, saying, "What are you looking at me for? I'm going to Shandong,

then you'll have some peace and quiet!" Old Chen made a face behind me, and I gave him a wink. He understood and tactfully left

.

As soon as Old Chen left, Paopao became even more reserved, stammering, "Oh! The department has assigned you other work. Let me tell

you, that...""So? Tell me, do you want me to leave? If you do, just say so, I'll leave tonight and never come back.

If you don't, I'll stay here even if I have to quit my job. Tell me, give me a straight answer!" Bubble didn't know what to do. She glanced at me

, then at the ground, and blushed. I liked this scene, so I quickly pressed on, "What's wrong? Is your mouth sealed

shut? I know you hate me. Let me tell you straight, without you, I wouldn't even bother to clean up my things here.

What's the point? It's not enough to cover my heartbreak." She nodded, and I was secretly pleased, but I wasn't finished. I continued, "What?

You want me to leave?" She shook her head, and I pressed on, "Don't want to?" She was still shaking her head, then nodding, tears

welling up in her eyes.

I was so happy! Excitement surged up at that moment, and I laughed loudly, rushing over and pressing myself

against Bubble.

The sudden action startled Bubble, and she instinctively covered her chest. I pressed my face against hers and

said dismissively, "What are you doing! She's so small, don't even think about touching her!" Her face flushed instantly, and she wanted to get angry but

I held her down so she couldn't move. I said, "Let me kiss you!" She shook her head, repeatedly. I teased, "Have you eaten

garlic ? What's wrong with a kiss?" She still shook her head, which aroused me. I jumped up, slammed the door shut,

and locked it from the inside. Then I threatened, "If you won't let me kiss you, I'll rape you! Anyway, I'm leaving.

I'll fuck your little cunt and run away. If you can catch me, I'll accept it. After all, I've fucked someone I like." As I spoke, I took off my shirt.

She was genuinely scared and sat up abruptly, pleading, "No, no!" I said, "Then lie down,

close your eyes, and I'll keep my word. I'll only kiss you, not rape you." Haha! She actually obeyed, but

as , I felt her hands covering her chest. I brought my lips to hers, and the moment they touched, I felt her tremble . I tried to kiss her

again, but she turned her head away. I cupped her head in my hands, watching her cheeks

plump up , looking rather silly. Then I sucked her mouth in completely, and began to explore with my tongue.

Her mouth was cool, her soft little tongue darting and contracting. I pushed it in forcefully, as if I weren't kissing,

but rather inserting my tongue into her vagina. I remember when I was passionately in love with my wife, I loved using my tongue to penetrate her vagina, often bringing her to orgasm

directly .

Bubble's tongue had nowhere to go, so I finally wrapped it around her and pulled it out forcefully. Her face flushed, and her breathing

became noticeably rapid. I knew she was aroused too, so I opened my mouth and sucked. Sure enough, she leaned in, and

I immediately took her in, smacking her lips.

I'm a married man who frequents brothels, and in this situation, I felt that kissing wasn't satisfying unless my hands touched her breasts or

genitals . But when I tried to touch her, she covered herself tightly. I tried to pry her hands open

, but the other one immediately pressed down, so the kiss was interrupted, and we started to play hard to get.

I used a feint, fighting on top, but then I spotted the hem of her t-shirt and suddenly slipped my hand inside.

Haha! She's a pro, she even pushed up her bra, grabbing those "buns" firmly.

"You broke your promise!" she scolded blankly, but she didn't stop my hand anymore, and simply let go so I could touch her.

I suddenly felt bored, so I completely lifted her clothes and bra, but she remained motionless.

I said, "Play along!" She glared at me and coldly said, "What else do you want?"

My erection felt cold and shrunken; her words lacked passion. I said, "Add some passion." She said, "How? I

don't know how .

" I said, "Just moan a little, twist your body, act a bit horny!" She curled

her nose , snorted, and said, "Even then, you'll push your luck." I laughed and

shamelessly said, "Then why don't you just take your pants off and let me fuck you?" She sat up abruptly and said seriously

, "No way, I knew it, I'm not playing anymore." As she spoke, she pulled her bra down inside her clothes. I said, "Look!

Whether your boyfriend loves you or not is another matter, but I haven't seen him come to see you in all this time. That place definitely hasn't

been touched." As I pointed to her crotch, she glared at me and called me disgusting. I continued, "But

then again, he must have fucked her until she was open. She's not a virgin. How would he know if I fucked her?" She retorted

, "Can't you talk nicely? How disgusting!" I replied, "Then what do you call fucking a cunt? Hmm?

" She finished getting ready, took off her shoes, and lay down on the bed. I followed and sat next to her, continuing to press, "Tell me,

what do you call it? Give me a word, and I'll use it forever." She said, "I can't say something so disgusting."

I said, "That's it then. People say 'fucking a cunt,' it's not like I invented it." She got impatient and said, "

Can't you say 'do it'?" I said even faster than her, "What do you mean? 'Do a cunt'? That doesn't make sense!" She turned away angrily,

ignoring me.

I lay down beside her, close to her, and hugged her from behind. My penis hardened against her buttocks, and I rubbed it against her through her

pants . I touched her breasts, and she didn't resist anymore, but I wanted to fuck her even more, so I continued, "Say something

! Will you let me fuck you or not? I'm thinking about it. If you feel bad for him, just pretend you're asleep. I'll do it secretly, and

if you don't notice, it'll be like nothing happened." She laughed and said, "Where do you get so many tricks up your sleeve?" I said

, "You're the one who's driving me crazy. Haven't you heard that the kidneys and the brain are related? My desire to fuck isn't being met, so my brain gets anxious and naturally I'll

find a way." She covered her ears, not wanting to hear any dirty words.

Talking was useless, so I pulled down her pants. She was pulling them up in front, and I could almost see her buttocks, but she would

n't let them down . I reached in, and she thrust her buttocks forward, trapping my hand in her belt.

Having no other choice, I had to change tactics and started pleading: "Bubble! Bubble! I won't fuck you anymore, can you just let me

touch you? Take your pants off so I can see, I haven't seen a pussy in ages, please!" She suddenly put her hands down

and said, "Didn't you just come back from home? Where's your wife?" I said, "Don't mention her, other people are fucking her, why would I

fuck her!" She turned around abruptly, surprised, and asked, "Really?" I said, "I may be bad, but

when have you ever seen me lie?" She nodded silently and said, "Then you won't get a divorce?" I replied,

"It'll hurt the children, so I'll put up with it." Suddenly she raised her voice and asked, "So you'll find another woman?" I said, "

It's you! If I didn't like you, I wouldn't be looking for someone else!" She turned around again, and I

continued rubbing my hard penis against her buttocks, and then I heard her say softly, "Then touch it!" I felt satisfied and immediately tried to pull down her pants,

but she held them tightly, saying, " "Put it in." The voice was soft and faint,

only .

I reached into her pants, just touching her buttocks, and felt her tremble. It was incredibly wet!

Unfortunately , so I bent my fingers and dug into her opening. I heard her

let out a soft "Oh!!!" as her pants tightened, her buttocks even seeming to clench and contract.

My blood surged; if I didn't act now, I might miss my chance. I grabbed the waistband and

ripped it off with both hands. Before she could react, I had lifted her up by the waist, standing on the ground, and reached directly for

my penis.

She was startled by this sudden action, forgetting her already lifted body, and only focused on pulling her pants up.

I placed my leg between her legs, wedging the hanging pants, and only after my penis was out did I turn

my hand around her buttocks to face my penis.

She was so light; despite not being thin, she weighed almost nothing. I lifted her by her buttocks, like picking up a piece

of pork with a hole in it, and "plop," I slid my penis inside her.

The instant my penis entered, she cried out, "Oh! Ah! No! You

bad boy! Let me go! Please, please!"I was already in a frenzy, rapidly

stroking and thrusting, my hands pulling back while my penis pushed forward forcefully, making her pleas intermittent.

Suddenly, she reached over and scratched my arm, the pain driving me even crazier. I yelled, "

Scratch! I'll let you scratch! I'll fuck you to death, let's see if you can scratch me to death or I can fuck you to death!" Women are all the same; seeing her

coy act, a slut wouldn't lie. I continued to yell, "You slut, if you don't want to be fucked,

why If you can stop your slutty pussy from wetting, I'll let you go right now." But she stopped resisting, making "

oohs"—I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or crying. The sound aroused my desire to tease her again, so I let go,

made her kneel on the bed, and released her hands to see what she would do.

Heh! She went limp, crawling on the edge of the bed, convulsing—clearly, she had orgasmed.

Her orgasm was like that, like being shot but missing, not dying for a long time. The sensory stimulation made me lift her ass

again , thrusting dozens of times, ejaculating deeply inside.

Her cunt couldn't withstand the heat; she lay on the bed without a sound, thankfully her breasts were still rising and falling. Whatever, mission

accomplished, time for a smoke and sleep.

I lay on another bed, calling "Bubble," but she didn't answer. After finishing my cigarette, my eyelids drooped, and I was just about to drift

off when a thunderclap boomed: "Fuck your mother! Wenlin, fuck your mother! I'm suing you, you're dead!"

Before the sound even finished, the person was already there, and a pillow landed on my face. I quickly covered my head, and anger surged up inside me.

"You slut, you've got some nerve! If you weren't a slut, would I have fucked you? Fuck your mother! Why didn't you get angry when you climaxed? Now you're acting

like a bear!" "I cursed as I got up, pulled her down, and stripped her naked in a few swift movements. Then I stood up and

stomped on her buttocks several times.

She was terrified and stopped crying. I laughed, thinking she was just a slut. I was worried about kicking her

out too far and she might sue me. But my mischievous urge wouldn't stop, so I rolled up her clothes, picked her up

, and left.

On the street, I looked at her clothes—a t-shirt turned inside out, rough stitching—not good quality.

I felt sorry for that delicate little vixen from before. I went into a shopping mall and asked a salesperson to

pick out two more upscale outfits for her, based on her size.

I was planning to buy some food to take with me when my pager went off. I looked and saw

Old Chen saying, 'Hurry back, Bubble's making a scene.'

I rushed back to the room, where Old Chen and a waiter were trying to stop her. She was even more ridiculous, wearing my shirt and

Old Chen's pants, sobbing uncontrollably, repeatedly yelling, 'Let me go, let me go!'" I

went over to hug her, but I could clearly sense she was afraid of me, so I half-carried, half-held her into the room. Old Chen probably

really disapproved, constantly criticizing me for doing that. I felt a pang of conscience, so I hugged her,

wiped her nose , and showered her with kisses and affection. Once she calmed down a bit, I quickly grabbed her clothes and bag, dumping them all on the bed for her to see.

But suddenly she became even more upset, sobbing uncontrollably in my arms.

That's how girls are; a little comforting, and everything's fine. That night, when I took her home, she accused me of being malicious.

I laughed, "How could I? It's a Simmons mattress, so soft, that's why I stepped on it. I wouldn't have dared to hurt her on a hard floor!"

She said I was wicked, begging me to let her go, and that she didn't want to see me anymore. I asked her if she truly meant it; if

she did , I wouldn't have hurt her. She retorted, "Why would you put it in if you weren't going to hurt me?" I argued, "I was too excited,

I couldn't control myself . You know, I've been married before, and I never paid attention when I had sex with my wife. I'm used to it. Don't worry, if she gets pregnant

, it's on me. We'll have both." She wasn't happy to hear that and muttered to herself, "What should I do?" I said,

"I'll say I'll take care of it!" She said, "No, I'll say he." I realized she meant her boyfriend, so I said, "Don't worry,

I won't tell him, and you shouldn't tell either, so he won't know." She laughed, but quickly stopped, muttering

softly , "Easy for you to say, I don't know!" The next day, I hosted a dinner for the workshop leaders and section chief. After dinner,

we went to a karaoke bar. When I saw the girls acting lewdly, I thought of Bubble. I went out to find her number and asked her to come. She told me

not to bother her anymore and to let her have some peace and quiet. I couldn't agree to that, so, fueled by alcohol, I took a taxi to her dormitory.

I asked a woman for directions and found out where Bubble was, so I knocked on the door. A girl was running the place. When she heard me calling for Bubble, she

turned around and called out. Bubble poked her head out from behind the curtain. When she saw it was me, she got up quickly, dressed, and followed

me outside.

She kept walking, and when I asked her what was wrong, she didn't say anything. When we were far from the dormitory and the office building,

she stopped and said in a tearful voice, "Why did you come here? Please don't look for me! They know I have a boyfriend,

what will they think of me?" I said, "It's your fault for not coming out! If you don't come, I'll go find you and see what you do!"

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at me and said, "What am I going to do? What am I going to do? Please, please, please!" I

like seeing her angry. When she gets angry, I get impulsive and try to hug her, but she avoids me. I threaten, "

If you don't let me, I'll go to your dormitory." She has no choice but to look around and then walk towards the elm bushes at the corner of the road.

I follow her, go around the wall of trees, and hug her from behind a building.

I kissed her, touched her, and even slipped my hand inside her pants to touch her vagina. She was nervous, constantly looking around,

and whispered , "Okay, okay." I said I wanted to have sex with her, but she said no, it was too dangerous here, and we should go to my

room another day. I said that was another day, but I couldn't miss it today, so she begged me, but I wouldn't let go of her tongue.

Finally, she got excited too and stopped stopping me from taking off her pants. I

could only insert it a little bit from the front, even with her holding me up, because I couldn't take her pants off completely. So I had her hold onto a tree

to watch people , and I penetrated her from behind. As I penetrated her, she begged me not to ejaculate inside, and I agreed, and we started moving.

The night breeze was warm, while her ass was ice-cold. My big cock was hot inside, and

when I pulled it out, the breeze would blow on it, back and forth, hot and cold. There was an alley next to the building,

and cars , with people moving about. All of this was both exciting and comfortable, simply indescribable.

Suddenly, a man walked over from the other side of the building, seemingly to urinate. Bubble's pants were already pulled up,

so I held her tightly, using my body to shield her, and waited quietly. The man got into position, then realized something was wrong, took two steps into the darkness towards

us , and then began to urinate.

I could feel Bubble was very nervous, trembling all over, so I whispered in her ear, "Is it exciting?" She

nodded . I moved slightly, giving my penis a thrust, and asked again, "Is it exciting?" She nodded again

. I couldn't control myself any longer and began to thrust continuously. The man who had been urinating saw this, walked over, realized

we were having sex, and tried to leave, turning back. But I forcefully slammed into Bubble's buttocks, making a sound,

stopping .

Bubble tried to break free, but I wouldn't let her, holding her facing the man and thrusting even harder. Bubble was incredibly

excited , moaning "Oh! Oh!", but I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her.

As soon as I left Bubble, she quickly bent down to pull up her pants, but the man walked straight up to her, I don't know if he

wanted to see Bubble's butt or her face. Emboldened by the alcohol, I wrapped my arm around Bubble, who hadn't even pulled up her pants yet, and directly...i=65> Let's see if Bubble's butt or his face matters. Emboldened by the alcohol, I wrapped my arm around Bubble, who hadn't even pulled up his pants yet, and directly...i=65> Let's see if Bubble's butt or his face matters. Emboldened by the alcohol, I wrapped my arm around Bubble, who hadn't even pulled up his pants yet, and directly...

把那雪白的屁股对准那个贼头贼脸的男人，挑衅似的说：" 看！没见过吧，看个

够，要不要日一下！" 那人愣了一下，回头走了。

泡泡穿上裤子，用王八拳给我一顿揍，我逃她追，到宿舍的时候，她早没气

可生了。

泡泡说要想几天，理一理这两天发生的事情。可她那是做梦，我想日她，就

会想着法子叫她来。就在这不断的日逼中，她是想理理不清，想断断不了，不知

不觉中当了我的情人。她问我要拿她那么办，我说我就是寂寞，玩弄她，难道真

要我离婚和她结，孩子怎么办？她说她可以带我孩子，当亲生一样，我说我天天

射她逼里，差不多也快怀上了，她就发愁，又没办法。

I asked her what to do about her boyfriend, and she said she didn't care anymore. She had never loved anyone so intensely, especially

during the time I was home. She thought I really wasn't coming back, and at first she was happy, but then the fly that was always buzzing around her

suddenly disappeared, and the quiet was unbearable. That unbearable feeling eventually turned into love. She said she knew she was already in love,

that I had seduced her. I was very smug, saying it was all a trap, the result of a bet with Zhang Yubing. Thinking of that bet,

I told Paopao that I had to invite Zhang Yubing over sometime so I could have sex with him in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't believe me. Paopao called me

a pervert , saying she was very close to Zhang Yubing, they worked at the same factory, and if word got out, she would be too ashamed to live. I said I didn't care, I had to

have sex with him.

I told Zhang Yubing, and he actually believed me, without even asking to verify it, which was pointless. I

said , how about letting him have sex with Paopao too? He shook his head, saying I was too bad, good to friends but

not so good to women, playing around when I wanted and giving them away when I didn't, and he looked down on that. I called him a hypocrite. He clearly wanted to sleep with her

but pretended to be a gentleman—what a load of rubbish! If pretending to be a gentleman could get me a beautiful woman, I'd marry Paopao.

That's the truth. One time, after drinking, he came to a hotel with me. His meaning was clear: only he knew I

was living separately from Lao Chen, and Paopao often stayed over. When we got to the hotel, Paopao was there. I told her I needed to verify

which bet she was involved in. She immediately got angry, cursing and trying to leave, but the alcohol wouldn't let her go. I forced myself on her,

making Zhang Yubing awkwardly turn and run away.

People at the factory were already talking about Paopao and me. Zhang Yubing told me to be careful and not ruin Paopao's reputation.

I said, "So what? In today's society, everyone lives their own life. Who cares? Besides, Paopao's reputation is bad, and her

boyfriend cares the most. As long as he doesn't know, it's not considered ruining her reputation. " Seeing that I was indeed a scoundrel, Zhang Yubing

stopped talking and began to intentionally or unintentionally distance himself from me. I grabbed him and said, "I don't care if you look down on me, but

a man has to keep his promises." He was surprised by my words and asked warily, "Are you leaving?" I said, "

Yes, the company is giving me a new development site. This place is being handed over to Lao Chen, who will hire a few employees to be stationed here." He asked, "

What about Paopao?" I said, "What can we do? Are we going to take her with us? We'll just have to wait for a chance to come back and enjoy her."

Zhang Yubing was quite the busybody; he leaked this information to Paopao. That night, Paopao clung to me naked,

demanding more and more. I fucked her until my back ached and my legs were tired, but she still wouldn't stop. I said, "Let's do it tomorrow. I can't give it all to you at once."

She cried, saying she wanted me to ejaculate completely into her so she could get pregnant. I said, "I ejaculate every day, and it's been so long since I got pregnant

. You won't even give me a chance for an abortion. I'm probably impotent; it's better not to." She was even more heartbroken and bluntly

said, "I know you're playing me, but I have no choice. Please come back to see me in a while, okay?" I said,

"Of course! I'm just this kind of person. I still like you. If you miss me, you can come to City C to find me.

" Finally, she asked me if I loved her, and I said yes. She then pressured me to say I wanted to marry her. I impatiently said

, "Are you stupid? We're all adults. We're just having fun. Do you really expect me to take responsibility?

What's the fun in not wanting a wife and kids and breaking up your boyfriend's relationship?" She was furious and cursed, "You're an animal. You act

like a human when you're on top, but you're not human when you're off." I retorted, "I'm an animal, and you're a slut. Animals are sluts, it's

only natural. If I don't sleep with you, others won't even look at me!" She exclaimed, "There are plenty of people who sleep with you. Does that mean you can't grow

cabbages without dog shit?" I laughed, pulled her over, and kissed her forcefully, then laughed, "You said sleeping with me is so cute!" She was

completely insane.

I went back to City A first, stayed home for a few days, and then took another salesman, Xiao Wang, to City C. It was an

oil refinery ; the supervisor was cautious and kept delaying my response. So I had Xiao Wang do

the work of a planner and salesman, while I spent my days sleeping in the hotel.

A few days later, Paopao called me. I called her back, and she said her boyfriend had come back. I asked if she had slept with him

, and she said it wasn't interesting; she just wanted me to sleep with her. I said that wouldn't do; I was just an accessory, something I could only do occasionally, not long-term. Her boyfriend should be the priority. She scolded me for being heartless and indifferent, without

even the slightest bit of jealousy. 　　A dozen days later, Paopao asked me to come back to see her. I said things weren't settled here, so I had no interest in anything else. I'd come back to sleep with her as soon as things started to look promising. She said she feels bored if I don't say "ri" (日) now. I asked her to say "ri" on the phone too, and she said it softly, like she was learning a word. It didn't feel exciting , so I taught her: "You should say it like this: ri bi (日逼)." She said it, but still didn't feel it. I taught her again: "You say: 'Come ri my bi, I want you to ri bi.'" She said it was the boss's office phone and she couldn't speak too loudly, but I insisted. She hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice and said, "I want you to ri! I love you! Come back! Ri ri! I love you! Do you love me? 　　Huh?" My voice was already a little hoarse. 　　That night, I took Xiao Wang to a heavy metal dance hall to broaden his horizons. He met a woman in her thirties and took her to a hotel to have sex with her. Xiao Wang was a newly hired employee at the company, inexperienced in the ways of the world. As soon as I opened the door, he rushed in to talk, shy and hesitant, constantly glancing at the woman. After 　　the woman fell asleep, I pulled Xiao Wang out and told him I had booked another room for him to sleep in, and that I would have sex with . This guy was hesitant and coy, wanting to have sex but lacking the courage, saying what if she wouldn't allow it? I said she wouldn't...i=63> "Let him have his way, if it doesn't work, then forget it," he still wouldn't dare. I was a little sleepy, and seeing how spineless he was, I went in and cuddled the young woman to sleep. Ironically, this guy actually followed me in and slept on another bed. 　　Half-asleep, Xiao Wang called me softly. I said I was sleepy, and he said he couldn't sleep and wanted to chat. I became a little more awake.

Knowing he was horny and couldn't sleep, I felt sorry for him and got out of bed to pull him over. Shivering, Xiao Wang

lay down in my spot in the dark, but only a short distance from the edge of the bed.

I was so sleepy that I soon drifted off to sleep. I dreamt that Bubble came to me, wanting to marry me, shamelessly persistent.

I hate women who cling to me; I told you before that I have a family and children. Why

make this? So I slapped her, the slaps making a loud "smack, smack," making her scream.

When I woke up, I realized the "smack, smack" wasn't a slap. Xiao Wang was having sex with a young woman, making her

scream.

I turned on the bedside lamp, and Xiao Wang immediately buried his head in the young woman's arms, crawling around, too afraid to move. The young woman,

however, was quite open and voluptuous, her face flushed, leering at me.

I thought, if Bubble were as simple as this woman, just wanting to have sex, that would be so great. Why does

she have to cling to men, saying things like "I love you," "You love me," how cheesy! Actually, she should be thinking:

her boyfriend isn't around, she'll find a man like Wenlin, have sex with him, and when he comes back,

they . Thinking back to the dream scene, and looking at the young woman under Xiao Wang, I realized Bubble had become a burden

. If I didn't get rid of her soon, things might go wrong.

Twenty-odd days later, I went to the office to get a straight answer from my supervisor. He said he'd heard from his subordinates that

the product installed on the machine was of such poor quality that it was practically useless.

I knew that sealing a thumb-thick piece of oil down to the thickness of a little finger was a joke, but

I firmly believed that only in this way could they keep replacing it and make money. I explained this to him over the phone,

and he frankly admitted that there had to be limits to things; if it was too unrealistic, it wouldn't be a problem.

It seemed there was no room for negotiation, and staying any longer was pointless. So, I asked Xiao Wang to buy a train ticket, planning to go home.

That very day, Old Chen called, saying that Paopao had taken a bus to City C to find me and was on her way.

My head pounded. Things were already going awry here; if this little slut interfered, I'd be done for. Thinking about this,

I considered running away that night, but I was afraid the little slut was an idiot. What if she only brought money for the trip and couldn't find me? How would she get back?

After much deliberation, I left Xiao Wang behind, gave him some money, and told him to wait for Paopao. Before leaving, I suddenly had a wild idea

and told Xiao Wang to find a way to sleep with Paopao, hoping to shift the trouble onto that silly young man.

The next day, just as I arrived in City B, my pager went off. I knew Paopao had arrived in City C

,

so I ignored it. But when I got to the company, someone said that Xiao Wang from City C had called several times. I called back, but before Xiao Wang could even answer, Paopao snatched the phone and started crying, sobbing, "You're so heartless! You left me all this way!""

At the company, I couldn't lose my temper, so I comforted her: 'I have things to do. Xiao Wang is here, right? I've already

told him. You can stay and relax for a few days. I've left you some money; you can spend it all. I'll be back as soon as I'm done.' She

smiled through her tears and said she'd taken a month's leave to visit family and was waiting for me there. Hearing this sent chills down my spine, but I could only agree

.

I reported the situation in City C to the boss, saying the problem lay in product quality; this company was very

focused on quality. The boss called in an engineer to ask about the situation. After some calculations, the engineer concluded that using Japanese spring diaphragms was too expensive,

and given that we mainly relied on sales expenses for marketing, it wasn't cost-effective. I suddenly felt I should ask

the , so I called. He said a higher price was fine, and he could explain the better quality. Ha!

That's how it works.

Business was negotiable, but that slutty Bubble was a problem. I was waiting at home for the new product, and after only three days, Bubble

started calling. After a few calls, I got angry and called back, yelling, 'I'm at home! Do you want to die?!'" She said

, "So what? Doesn't your wife have someone else? Are you afraid she'll hear?" I said she should at least think about the child, and she

suddenly became serious, sighed, not seeming to be in great pain, and then it showed in her words, "I'm pregnant

!" There was a hint of schadenfreude in her voice. I felt she was trying to scare me, so I said, "You're talking nonsense! I've been trying for months and haven't gotten

pregnant. It must be your boyfriend's child!" "She got anxious on the other end, yelling, 'He used a condom, it was all your doing!

' She suddenly stopped, then continued in a low voice, 'You did it! It was you

!

I don't care, what will you do when the baby is born?' I retorted irritably, 'Fine! Very well, why don't you

come to my house to give birth? One husband, two wives, one son, one daughter, that'll be more fun at night. We can do it on the left, then the right, and a bunch of little

babies , so happy! Ha! Ha!' Knowing she couldn't do anything to me, she stopped talking and started sobbing again

. I cursed, 'You just cry, why didn't you think about that when you were horny? Now that you're pregnant, why don't you get an abortion? Are you waiting for me to come back and have sex with your pregnant belly? Let me tell you, if I come back and you haven't gotten an abortion, you're as good as dead!' The next day, I heard from Xiao Wang that he accompanied Paopao to get an abortion. I asked how it went, and he said it was quick, over in an hour, but Paopao kept crying when she came back.

" I felt a pang of sympathy, so I called her room and coaxed her, saying, "My dear Bubble! My sweet Bubble, it's not that I'm heartless, but I'm a married man, I can't let you suffer. Think about it, who would you marry with a child ? Your friends would drown you in their gossip!" She said, "Then why did you hurt me in the first place? I don't care, I'll stay with you, be your lover, isn't that good enough? I won't get married, I'll just be your lover." I was speechless. She then begged, "Come back soon, just to see you. From now on, whatever you say, I'll listen to you, I won't cause you any more trouble, okay?" A week later, I took the new samples and set off for City C. Bubble hugged me tightly, and I was happy too, because Xiao Wang had taken the product in for testing, and the results were excellent. The supervisor had agreed to let us try a batch first. For this victory, I had to sleep with Bubble every day. 　　Her body hadn't changed at all because of the abortion, and her complexion was good. I hadn't slept with her in a long time, and I was very excited, so I jumped onto the bed and started to ravage her. Her vagina is much tighter than my wife's. A few days ago at home, I suddenly felt a sense of relief towards my wife. When she leaned in and tentatively expressed her desire, I so readily forgave that adulterer and penetrated my wife's body, experiencing a private sanctuary I hadn't cultivated in a long time. Now, fucking Bubble, strangely enough, I can think of my wife and even compare the tightness of her vagina in my mind, haha! I feel my emotions are becoming increasingly rich. 　　Bubble is the type of girl whose beauty grows on you; her features become more refined and captivating the more you look at her. To forget my annoying wife's horny vagina, I buried myself in my work, kissing her as I thrust. I kissed Bubble's sexy, uniquely cool lips...

I kissed her small, perky breasts. Her nipples were small too, and I felt an irresistible urge to suckle. I sucked hard, and

tasted something in my mouth. I spat it into the nipple and saw—ah! Milk! White milk was still seeping out.

Bubble was a virgin, inexperienced, and a little scared, but I was incredibly excited. I suckled from one nipple to

the other , until both nipples were producing milk.

After a few days, my interest waned, but Bubble's breasts were like a woman's after childbirth, swollen and large,

milk flowing out even without suckling. She was so embarrassed that she kept asking me to nurse, and whenever I did, she'd pull on my penis, wanting to have sex with me. It was so annoying.

I wanted to send her home, but her leave wasn't over yet, and she didn't want to leave.

At home, I thought about Bubble's situation and understood that if things continued like this, she'd become increasingly clingy, and it would be difficult to shake her off.

But after arriving in C City, my unruly penis insisted on going into that hole. What could I do? After signing the contract with the factory and

having some free time, I tried to talk to Paopao: "Look, I'm a nomad, I go wherever I want, and honestly,

I'm a scoundrel, irresponsible. I only wanted to have some fun with you, so why are you taking it so seriously? Go back

and talk to your boyfriend, don't take me seriously." She wouldn't listen, saying it was because of her wife that she knew I wasn't

that kind of man. I said, "There are some things you don't understand. I've slept with many women, not just you. They're

all open-minded, they know that sex is about mutual enjoyment. I play with her, she plays with me. You're the only idiot, actually falling for a

client !" She said she hadn't seen me sleep with anyone else, so I called over Xiao Wang and said, "Ask him

who I slept with here, how I slept with them, and he even got to sleep with me too!" Xiao Wang was embarrassed by my crude language and tried to leave, but

Paopao grabbed him and questioned him. He had no choice but to nod and admit it.

Bubble's tears fell, and my wicked idea started to form. I said mischievously, "You want to

be with me, right? You want to be my lover, right? You want to listen to me, do whatever I tell you to do, right?

Okay! I promise you, but you have to let my friend sleep with you once." She stopped crying, her eyes widened, and

she asked in surprise, "Why?" I said, "No reason, I just want to see if you listen to me, if you love me.

If you love me, you'd do anything, even die. What does it matter if someone else sleeps with you?" She bit her lip and pondered for

a while. I lay down watching TV, thinking she wouldn't agree and would just leave. Even if she did agree, how exciting would that be?

I was already incredibly excited the night Xiao Wang slept with that strange young woman. Besides, Bubble was mine, forced,

unwilling . It would definitely be much more exciting than that young woman. Just thinking about it made my penis hard, and I couldn't wait to do it right now.

As I was getting ready for bed that night, I was giving my penis a "bath" inside Bubble's vagina when I heard her blush and look at me softly,

saying, "Okay, I've thought about it. I'll let him have sex with me—once, but you have to keep your word, or I'll kill you!

" Her tone became terrifying towards the end, but I was already blinded by excitement and wasn't afraid of her. I jumped

up and went next door to call Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang thought Bubble loved me and didn't want to come over, but I said, "She's an idiot. Are you one too? I have

a wife and a family. What am I supposed to do if I don't dump her? The only way now is for you to have sex with her, and then we'll find

someone else That's how women are; the more people they have sex with, the less affection they have. I've been there, don't worry. If I wanted to hurt her, I

wouldn't have bothered with her already. Do you think I'd let you wait here for her?" Xiao Wang thought it made sense. Besides, he'd learned

a lot he was especially impressed that the deal had gone through, so he came with me.

Bubble was wrapped in a blanket, her head buried under the pillow. I pulled back the blanket, revealing my naked body, and patted her

firm white buttocks, gesturing for Xiao Wang to take off his pants and get on top.

Xiao Wang hesitated, awkwardly blushing, unable to pull off his pants. I had no choice but to

demonstrate first, hoping to ease Xiao Wang's embarrassment.

Holding my penis, I touched Bubble, and she jerked away. I grabbed it and noticed she was trembling. This

feeling was so interesting. I pressed down on her buttocks, aiming, and she seemed a little better, perhaps sensing it was me and feeling more

at ease. Then, I realized that Bubble's vagina was already dry. Insertion was difficult; wasn't it just

wet a moment ago? The change was so fast!

I smeared some saliva on my hand and inserted it, directing Xiao Wang with hand gestures as I moved. Xiao Wang watched for a while,

then finally started to take off his clothes. When he pulled down his pants, I left Bubble's buttocks, jumped down, and pushed Xiao Wang

up .

Although Bubble had her head down, she knew it wasn't me coming up, so she instinctively climbed down, squeezing

her buttocks

tightly, making it impossible for Xiao Wang to move. I went over to pull the pillow from Bubble's head, but she held on tightly, refusing to let go. I had no choice but to crawl in too,

embracing her head along with the pillow, kissing her trembling lips, stroking them, comforting her overly tense and uneasy

emotions .

After a while, I felt she calmed down a bit, and then suddenly she bit my tongue... Then, her

head began to move back and forth, and I knew Xiao Wang had succeeded.

Xiao Wang was a greenhorn, but his penis was huge. I released Paopao's head, thinking about

what would happen to Paopao's vagina afterward. When I stood up, I realized that Paopao was crawling, and Xiao Wang was penetrating her through her ass.

I could only see Xiao Wang's strong, hairy buttocks, and below that, his scrotum was covered by a clump of black hair.

That was exciting enough. Just looking at those two even, slender legs pressed down below, and those familiar

feet, damn it, it was like watching my wife being fucked.

I felt a little annoyed, a little jealous, and a little worried. A feeling of tenderness welled up inside me, thinking of

the trembling lips I had just kissed, and how wet her face seemed. It was definitely tears. So I climbed back into bed,

slipped my arms under Xiao Wang's back against Bubble's, and hugged her tightly. Then I crawled under the pillow and passionately

kissed her mouth, feeding her tongue and sucking on its sweetness.

Bubble finally responded, sticking her tongue out at me and reaching out to hug my neck. Her tongue, being prodded by

Xiao Wang 's thrusts, was so hard I couldn't keep up, it just kept touching, like lovers being torn apart, but there was always

a lifeline in front of them. After a while, Bubble began to moan. I removed the pillow and saw her flushed

face, shy yet wanton. Looking at Xiao Wang, he was also erect, panting heavily as he worked hard.

The visual impact was overwhelming. I pulled out my penis, grabbed Bubble's small hand and held it, and

excitedly teased her ear, "Slut! Is it good? Is it good inside? Will it be good to fuck you again?" Before I could finish,

she nodded, kept nodding. I said, "If it feels good, scream! Scream loudly! If it feels good, let him have his way with you. I'll do it again later.

"Find a bigger cock to fuck your cunt, okay?" She nodded again.

Suddenly, Xiao Wang jumped up and landed on the ground. I turned around and saw him convulsing as he ejaculated into my hand

.

Bubble was completely aroused. She rolled over, spread her legs, and raised them high, pulling me towards her.

I thrust in directly, but it felt strange, as if her mouth was open, slippery, and unobstructed. It didn't feel like I

usually fucked her.

Before long, I had to pull out and ejaculate into my palm. Bubble didn't climax and tried to grab me haphazardly. I

saw that Xiao Wang's cock was already hard. I signaled to him with my eyes.

This time they were facing each other, and Bubble even took the initiative to put her arms around Xiao Wang's waist, but after a few moments, she let go and lay down,

shivering and cramping. Xiao Wang stopped and looked at me, and I told him she had orgasmed, and to let him continue. Xiao Wang obeyed and continued,

fucking her like a necrophiliac for a long time before ejaculating, bringing Bubble back to her senses from her unconsciousness.

Xiao Wang wanted to sleep there and discuss things, because we had discussed it together after we finished with that young woman last time,

but Bubble refused and insisted on sleeping alone with me. After Xiao Wang left, I asked Bubble, "How was it? Exciting, right?

Not too difficult, right?" She said, "It was comfortable, but it felt strange, very chaotic, very lewd.

It didn't feel the same as when I was with you, you know? It's different with or without love." What kind of bullshit logic is that? I

disagreed , but she didn't care. She only demanded that I keep my promise and not abandon her again, so I had no choice but to agree.

I also thought about it; I couldn't keep sleeping with Bubble like this. So I bought a few boxes of condoms,

and during Bubble's remaining few days of vacation, I coaxed and tricked Xiao Wang into having sex with her every day until she was exhausted, her back ached, her legs were sore, and she couldn't sleep.

Not long after Bubble left, our boss came to City C. That damned Old Chen told me, "

You, Old Chen, didn't miss out on a share of the parts Bubble and I designed and ordered. Giving you 10% is already pretty good. I can get paid without doing anything;

I've done you a favor." But as the company boss, he said he couldn't allow employees to privately

contact business. It wasn't that he didn't want everyone to make money, but because of trade secrets. So he had to ask me to leave.

Leaving was fine, but the boss just wanted to give me a break . The compensation for sex work was too little. I calculated it for him: I have

businesses in City A and City C, plus two old ones. Based on the commission rates from those years, it wouldn't be this much. He said

the contract was for one year at a time, and who knew if it could be renewed next year? I said if I was still there, it could be renewed. He said, "But I'm not here

anymore." I said I could come back and sign the contract then, but he thought it was best not to get entangled. I thought of Bubble, feeling a little

disappointed , but I didn't insist anymore. I packed my bags and went to City A.

I only found Bubble, gave her the contract for processing that batch of parts and other documents, and asked her to handle it discreetly

. Then I lied and said I'd come see her again later, and said goodbye and went home.

Actually, my quick departure wasn't because they were heartless or disappointed me. Damn it,

someone isn't afraid of anywhere. The strange thing is, ever since I started having sex with my wife after going home last time, I keep seeing her.

Another reason is that our cultural center asked me to go back to work this spring. This is an opportunity; otherwise, if I were really removed from the list,

the country wouldn't recognize me as a half-baked painter.

Of course, getting rid of Paopao was also one of my goals. That woman has something wrong with her head; if she really came with me as a concubine, how could I

stand on my own two feet? What would become of my dignity?

Before boarding the train, I found a street stall near the station that was buying pagers and sold them cheaply. After returning home, thinking that

Paopao could earn a year's commission from that company, I felt I had done right by her, and I felt much more at ease.

I studied art for several years; it would be a lie to say I wasn't interested in it. Back then, I had just gotten married and my family was poor. I felt that

there was no future in painting unless I became famous, so I took a leave of absence without pay for these past few years. Now I have some money, and I originally planned to come back, get

a divorce , and start over, but I no longer have any such plans. So I want to settle down at home and go back to work.

I talked to my wife, and she... She admitted she was still seeing that man, so I asked her if she wanted a divorce and a fresh start. She

hesitated , saying no. I told her to make it work, and I wouldn't interfere with her relationship with that man. If she could break it off, she could; if not, she should let

it fade away.

Life began like this. Besides completing some tedious paintings assigned by my workplace, I would take my tools and go to

the suburbs to sketch. Back home, the atmosphere was much more relaxed; everyone was at ease. The child, in particular, gradually

drew us together.

Two months later, the weather had turned cold. One day, while I was at work, Paopao appeared at the door.

She was very thin and looked very weary. I quickly picked her up and took her out to my friend Cao Er's

house, where he lived alone. I asked her how she found us. Her eyes were red, but with Cao Er there, she didn't cry. She said, "

Old Chen finally told me you were fired. Why did you lie to me? You never intended to come looking for me again,

did you?" I couldn't bear to humiliate her any longer, so I lowered my head and remained silent. Once she calmed down a bit, I asked Cao Er to prepare a room for

Paopao to stay in, and then I asked her about her recent situation.

Paopao said she had already quit her job and had no intention of going back. I was terrified, repeatedly

asking her if it was true. She just laughed and said she came to ask me one question: whether I wanted her. I asked what she meant, and

she said she wanted to be my mistress. I said, "Can you be my mistress for life?" She firmly said yes, and I felt like my ass was still pounding and my urine

was still flowing.

I had sex with her that afternoon, and when I got home and lay in bed that night, I thought about how interesting this slut was. She really had the guts to

follow . If I didn't devise a plan to completely resolve this, ruining her family's reputation would be inevitable sooner or later.

During the day, I had nothing to do, so I went to Cao Er's house to keep Paopao company. Cao Er was unemployed, making a living by doing business as a ferryman,

sometimes earning a living and sometimes not. Since Paopao came, he'd been lecherous, his eyes constantly darting around. I... I wanted him to have

sex with me , but this guy was incredibly polite; Bubble said he wouldn't come over at night, his manners were unusually impolite.

I asked Bubble if she wanted Cao Er to have sex with her, and she called me crazy. I said, "You

know my problem, and besides, you've had sex with others before, so what's the big deal?" She still disagreed, but I was

intrigued and insisted on doing it this way. So I used the same trick, threatening her to listen to me, or we could just break up. She cried again,

saying I kept ruining her, and then letting others ruin her too. I said, "Don't put it so harshly; I

can't orgasm when someone else has sex with her

." After two days of pestering, she finally relented, but only if I was there and holding her.

I told Cao Er that he was a kindred spirit, and he readily agreed. So the three of us

lay in one bed, with Bubble sandwiched in the middle. I hugged and kissed Bubble from the front, while Cao Er penetrated her from behind.

Bubble wouldn't kiss Cao Er or suck his penis, but she had no problem with sex, experiencing multiple orgasms and

becoming incredibly excited .

That night, I didn't let them stay, letting them continue, but Bubble said it could only be done when I was there.

I wanted to make Bubble filthy, a used woman, devoid of feeling, so I instructed Cao Er to find a way that night—it had to be done

, a hard task, no exceptions.

It wasn't a big problem; if they could do it together, they wouldn't be afraid of doing it alone. The next day, Cao Er reported that it was a success,

praising Bubble's enjoyment. I suggested calling Li San from the East District as well, figuring out a way for him to have his turn.

A few days later, through persistent pleading, he succeeded too.

Bubble felt something was wrong, saying she felt like a prostitute looking for a lover, like she'd become a public toilet. I

laughed loudly, insulting her, "Don't you think about it? Who wants a whore? Even if I divorced and remarried you, you'd already been

slept with by so many acquaintances. What face would I have to show my face with a wife like you? I might as well just die."

She was heartbroken and tearful, packing her bags to go home. I hardened my heart and said contemptuously, "It's best not to come back.

If you want more men to sleep with you, come and comfort us. It's not so bad, haha!" I didn't want

to see her off, afraid of leaving her with any worries, so I called Cao Er and didn't go over.

That evening, while I was eating, Cao Er called, his voice filled with terror, telling me to come to the hospital immediately. My

heart skipped a beat, and I dropped my bowl and ran. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw Paopao's face was as white as a sheet, her wrist was bandaged, and

she was on an IV drip.

It wasn't a serious matter. Cao Er said he found a pool of blood on the floor when he got home, but Paopao was still somewhat conscious, so he carried her

to the hospital.

My heart ached a little. I couldn't understand how I could have ended up with such a person. Pity and disgust welled up in my heart at the same time

. I didn't even want to take her outstretched hand and went out for a smoke.

A week later, I took her to the station and promised she could come see me again. She was happy, but

the smile on her face wasn't as bright as before; there was a hint of terror in it. I knew she had lost her beauty.

During the New Year's holiday, she came again and stayed at Cao Er's house. After the last fright, Cao Er didn't dare

touch her again, so I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands. I was so frustrated and irritable that I wanted to just strangle her.

After the New Year, in the first month of the lunar calendar, Paopao came to see me again, and I broke down, yelling, "If you want to die

, then go die! Just don't die here, dragging me down, dragging my friends down! You shameless bitch,

we still need living people!" She cried almost all the way to the station. When she got on the train, she turned around and asked, still crying,

"Why did you take me?" My heart ached, but I couldn't soften. I said in the most despicable tone, "I'm afraid

you'll die on my turf, understand? Die after you get off the train!" She burst into tears again.

A few days later, I called Lao Chen. He tried his best to explain the situation, and I told him I knew he was in a difficult position and that

I wouldn't mind. I then subtly inquired about Paopao. Lao Chen said she had resigned and left yesterday, apparently going back to her hometown.

I asked her how she was doing, and Lao Chen said emotionally, "How could she be doing? You just saw her a few days ago,

you should know, why are you asking me!" A few more days passed, and I was still restless. I should have felt relieved, but

instead, I felt so heavy-hearted. So, I called Lao Chen again and asked him to help me contact Zhang Yubing. Zhang Yubing didn't want to

talk to me, but Lao Chen insisted. When he answered the phone, he said irritably, "What? Still not done playing around? Want

to go to her hometown?" I said I wasn't comfortable with that, and he said dismissively, "Having a change of heart?" "I was speechless, knowing he

wouldn't tell me Bubble's hometown address.

Looking back now, I'm such a beast, how could I have so easily forgotten this

frail woman who had brought me so much joy and pleasure, and in just two months, maybe three, at most half a year?

Until recently, I went to an art exhibition in D city, and suddenly

saw . She had regained her former beauty, and seemed to have gained some weight, becoming fuller, which made her appear even more mature and beautiful.

Afraid of mistaking her for someone else, I wanted to get closer to see her face, but I was also afraid that our broken relationship would rekindle, so I

slipped through the crowd and watched her get into her car and drive away.

On the train, I had a dream, the sweetest dream I'd had in years, and I woke up laughing, only to realize

how heavy that relationship had been; it was only after it was over that tears flowed. "

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