[Wife's Poison] Chapter 3 - Exotic Charm

III. The Allure of a Foreign Land Groups of
architecture students, backpacks in hand, strolled along the winding paths. The campus was vast, mostly lush with

greenery . The buildings were all in the ancient Gothic style, with pointed roofs and solemn wall decorations,

giving it a dignified and mysterious atmosphere.
Asians were a minority on campus; the majority were purebred Caucasians. Blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, but

with large pores and a few yellow spots—this was my initial impression of foreigners.
The academic workload was heavy, but the learning atmosphere was excellent. Professors were witty and humorous, and classes were primarily debate-

based , creating a lively atmosphere. The courses mainly focused on Western architecture, and professors sometimes digressed,

connecting architecture to music and painting, as these fall under the realm of aesthetics.
Due to financial pressure, I worked at a Paul William bar, where I truly experienced

the allure of a foreign land.
Golden decorative lights dotted the bar, and a handsome young bartender showcased his superb bartending skills.

Most of the customers were students, as the bar was located near the college. The bar was filled with music that was sometimes deafening, the

sound of metal rock; sometimes romantic and soft, a violin solo; sometimes lively and fast-paced, waltzes and

ballads.
The young people in the bar dressed in all sorts of ways. Most of the women were dressed provocatively, with bare backs, exposed shoulders, and almost

bare breasts . Some men wore sharp suits, some dressed like cowboys, some were covered in metal, even their bodies were adorned

with metallic designs—very avant-garde.
"Hey, men! You've got some flavor!" A sultry woman with hazy, drunken eyes took a

Bloody , grabbed my hand, and downed the crimson liquid in one gulp, licking her full, sexy

lips a few times. Then she took a drag of her cigarette and exhaled the smoke in my face. Besides the smell of nicotine, there was a mingled scent

of alcohol and her own fragrance.
"Miss, is there anything I can do for you?" I asked politely, completely unconcerned about her earlier

rudeness .
"Are you free? Have a drink with me, it's on me." The woman, wearing black lace gloves, gently

stroked my arm, her eyes glancing sideways. Her fair face was flushed from the alcohol.
"Thank you, miss! But it's working hours now, can you wait until I get off work?" I'm single now, I don't need

to wait for a woman's body, besides, this woman is very beautiful. I guess she's of Russian descent. Ukrainian beauty is renowned

, and this is the kind of woman I've seen in the few European art films I've watched.
"Okay! I'll wait for you." The woman stopped teasing me and just kept drinking.
Working four hours a day at the bar can cover my expenses for five days, the pay is quite good. I need to save some

money; almost all of my 200,000 yuan went to tuition.
After work, the woman hooked one arm around my neck and the other around my waist, drunkenly walking towards the underground

parking lot , to a Ferrari.
Rich! This woman is beautiful, even her car is nice. The car was low, but its body was long,

crouching like a beast , ready to be driven by its owner.
The woman didn't open the car door; instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips. She was very

tall, wearing 7-centimeter heels, making the kiss effortless.
Her saliva was sweet with a hint of bitterness, and her long tongue slid into my mouth like an eel. Through her

dress , I couldn't help but squeeze her breasts until they were deformed, but they were remarkably elastic, bouncing

back no matter how much I squeezed.
Her legs were long and slender, and her buttocks were pert and alluring. I groped her, thoroughly enjoying myself.
The woman's desires extended beyond my lips; she began to invade my neck, tickling me uncomfortably.

"Ugh," I let out a painful yet ecstatic sound as she grabbed my genitals and began to rub them roughly.
"Tear!" The sound of tearing fabric ripped open my cheap shirt, revealing my muscular

chest. The woman

pounced on me like a hungry wolf, her tongue, like that of the Black and White Impermanence (purely a metaphor, a bit exaggerated, hehe, anyway, her tongue is very long), licking my nipples. Her warm tongue, as agile as a snake, occasionally

kissed and nibbled with her thick lips and pearly white teeth, making my nipples stand erect like a woman's.
Uh, it seemed I was the weaker party. The woman unbuckled my belt and pulled out my already erect penis.

She inserted it into her mouth; the warm walls enveloped my hardness, her wet tongue occasionally licking my testicles.

My scrotum was completely covered by her mouth, her nimble tongue stirring my testicles inside. The woman's skill was truly

superb; while giving me oral sex, she even inserted her fingers into my anus. Caught off guard, I almost

ejaculated .
"Men! Fuck me! I want you to fuck me hard! Fuck me!" the woman cried out.
I lifted her long skirt, pulled off her thong, and braced my hands against the back of her legs, letting her lean against the car door.

Aiming at her vagina, I thrust in hard!
The red sports car vibrated slightly; a good car is a good car, even the vibrations sounded pleasant. Her owner

leaned against it, being fucked by an Asian man. If it had a life, would the sounds it made now be a song of joy

or a mournful cry?
The woman's long legs wrapped around my waist, her hands tightly gripping my neck, moaning with pleasure

. Black fishnet stockings, the mesh large

,

revealing glimpses of her white, beautiful flesh that seemed about to overflow. One of her high heels had fallen to the ground; her snow-white foot, encased in the fishnet stocking, resembled a beautiful little white pig entangled in a giant spider web, its pale toes peeking out—clearly the pig's head. The pig's head kept arching, trying to

break free of this clinging cage.
The woman's other shoe was also teetering, but always managed to stay perched precariously on her toes. As I was having sex

with the woman in front of me, I kissed her beautiful legs. The visual impact of her fishnet stockings fueled my passion.
Suddenly, someone appeared in the car ahead! They were staring at us intently. He noticed my gaze and made

a suggestive gesture. "Dude, you're great, keep it up!" The woman noticed too, but she didn't seem to care; perhaps

the intense pleasure had overwhelmed her.
We made love for a full half hour. At the final moment, I withdrew my penis, and streams of vaginal fluid sprayed onto

her lower abdomen.
The woman sobered up considerably and gestured for me to get the car. It was the first time in my life I'd driven such a nice car, so naturally I...

I would refuse. With 570 horsepower and a four-wheel drive system, the sports car sprinted from

0 to 100 km/h in just 3 seconds.
A beautiful car and a beautiful woman—a wonderful thing in life!
Following the woman's instructions, the car drove into the garage of a villa. The woman, using half of my body as support,

shakily took out the keys. Before she could even move, the door opened from the inside. A man of the same skin color as the woman opened

the door and let her in.
I was a little embarrassed; it was obvious these two were living together.
The woman wouldn't let me leave, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing her mouth close to my face, wanting to kiss me. I was startled and

turned to look at the man. The man smiled at me, shrugged, and indicated it was okay. I was kissing her right in front of her husband (or

boyfriend)—exciting! My limp penis hardened again. But I only kissed her lips,

not daring to touch any other part of her body.
The man seemed very excited; he went to unbutton the woman's skirt. While removing the woman's skirt, he kissed her

bare shoulders and back. We were separated only by a delicate body; I could smell his powerful masculine scent.
The room was typical of European style, most notably the fireplace. The beige sofa was large,

with . Several blue-and-white porcelain plates hung on the walls, and a few hanging crystal chandeliers illuminated the hall warmly.
The man and I exchanged names; his name was Navic, and his wife's name was Alia. He liked to share

his wife, saying it brought him pleasure and gave his wife greater sexual satisfaction.
I was surprised by the openness of foreigners, but I had heard about it before. Encountering it myself was a strange

experience .
Navic's penis was a full 20 centimeters long and as large as a teacup, the red glans

covered by a white foreskin—quite striking. He gestured for me to hold his wife's legs, and then he thrust his enormous penis

into her beautiful vagina.
Arya clung to me like a koala, her husband thrusting into her from behind while I kissed her,

savoring the delicious taste of our lips and tongues. Her large breasts pressed against my chest with each thrust, a

sensation that was truly wonderful.
After a while, Navich pulled his penis out and inserted it again into his wife's anus. My already erect

penis finally had its target. Navich and I, one penetrating her vagina, the other her anus, our penises

rubbing against each other through the thin walls of flesh.
Waves of pleasure washed over us, waves of vaginal fluid gushing forth. The woman's cries, the man's panting,

the slapping ceased only after the grandfather clock in the room struck its last chime.
Navich and I, each holding his woman on one side, fell asleep in the bedroom. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a tearing pain between my legs

. I saw Navich using his large penis to force open my anus and thrust into me.
"Ah!" I scrambled to my feet, punched Navic in the face, and then kicked him in the groin

.
Amidst their screams and cries, I grabbed my clothes and ran out naked.
Sometimes, romantic encounters come at a price. I took a taxi back to my dorm, too preoccupied to look at

the modern buildings and bustling night view.
The night was deep, the campus quiet, but I suddenly felt lonely.
I suddenly felt like writing a letter to the owner of the savings account. I grabbed paper and pen and wrote: "Girl,

today, far from home, I especially miss my hometown. I miss my parents, teachers, classmates, and you, who sponsored me.

What kind ? I think you must be a gentle, kind, and understanding girl.

I will never forget your help; I can only repay your kindness by working harder to complete my studies.
Here, I found a part-time job at a bar, and I can support myself. The people here are very open, and life

is very comfortable, but I still want to return to my motherland.
You must still be a student, right? I don't know your name. You didn't leave your name on the note you gave me last time.
Here is my address:"

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