[The Past, Present, and Future of Love] (Complete)

My wife and I have been married for ten years. She's the kind of person who attracts attention wherever she goes, while I'm

just an ordinary manager at a state-owned enterprise. I don't own a luxury car, just a Volkswagen Bora; I don't own a villa, just a three-

bedroom apartment. For me, that's pretty good. I come from the countryside and am the only government employee from my village working in

the city I always received compliments and admiring glances. But in this

metropolis, I feel like a speck of dust, unnoticed everywhere I go.
We're very happy together. Because she's worried about her figure changing, she doesn't want to have children, so we

don't have any . But recently, I've noticed a change in my wife; she's started dressing up more. I think something's wrong with her. So I

contacted my college best friend, Zhang Zhihe, who's a paparazzi. I told him I wanted to investigate

who was having a sexual relationship with.
Zhang Zhihe immediately said he'd take care of it. He'd have someone follow Wu Dan, and within ten days to two weeks, if

they to have any activities, he'd find out the truth. If we were lucky, we might even catch

them in the act.
We raised our glasses together, the dim lighting in the bar illuminating our aging faces. Old Zhang, with the confidence of a

strategist , said, "I'd like to name this operation 'Operation Wu Suppression,' what do you think?"
"Okay, I agree." I thought for a moment and said, "But we still need to protect Wu Dan and

not harm her personally, after all, she's still my wife. The key is her lover. You can cut off his

penis and seal up his erogenous zones, that is, cripple him."
He interviewed Wu Dan's boss as a reporter, a

guy who . This guy considered himself a returnee, and he was arrogant, looking down on country bumpkins like me who hadn't studied abroad

. It was terrifying. He kept throwing in his London-accented English, which left me dumbfounded. I think this guy is quite shrewd.
We initially identified Wu Dan's lover as her boss because Wu Dan had always blindly worshipped returnees like him

, and the probability of them having sexual relations was the highest. So, we decided to start

with .
Suspect's name: Li Jie. Wang (a pretentious fake foreigner, packaging himself as an international

fashionista), Gender: Male (a typical heterosexual, using his penis as a tool for crime), Place of origin: Unknown (

estimated to be from Guangxi, with Vietnamese features, and a strange accent, a mix of Guangxi and London accents,

but he considers himself a Wall Street darling, which is extremely annoying), Physique: Teapot-shaped, with a large, protruding belly,

tightly bound by a Crocodile brand belt, suggesting he has strong sexual function and is skilled at abdominal penetration. Marital status

: May have been married or divorced, but definitely not living alone; at the very least, he has my wife

with him.
This kind of man appears respectable on the surface, but is actually worse than an animal. He certainly won't obediently accept the shackles of marriage

; otherwise, how could he and Wu Dan have developed a bizarre romance at work?
Li Jie and Wang run a management consulting firm. It seems that these fake foreigners who returned from Wall Street can only run

these hollow management consulting firms. They swindle hundreds of thousands of dollars from foreigners to start a business in China,

receiving nanny-like treatment from the local management committee—rent-free space, tax refunds, and constant, overprotective care.
The key is that they don't do anything to create real economic efficiency for China. Frankly, they're just

scamming state-owned enterprises. Only large state-owned enterprises waste money on management consulting and process reengineering, which only leads to

more chaos and bigger loopholes. Furthermore, these kinds of consulting firms either

compete directly with management software companies like ours for business or act as our lackeys, getting the lion's share while they only get scraps.

Wu Dan and Li Jie and Wang are doing exactly that.
Li Jie is indeed quite good-looking, even more handsome than he appears in person; I guess people from Guangxi have a certain charm.

Judging from the photos, Li Jie is much younger than me, probably under 30, which might be why Wu Dan was attracted to him

. I remember Wu Dan once jokingly saying that if she could, she would definitely find a younger man to marry, because a sibling

couple would be so much more interesting! She was implying her dissatisfaction with her declining sexual function. At the time, I didn't care. You

want a younger man? I want an older woman as a wife! Wu Dan, all you do is read books and indulge in

bourgeois lifestyles; you're still clueless about managing a household.
What infuriated me was one of the photos: Li Jie sitting like a boss in a chair, while my

wife Wu Dan leaned against him, her face full of a lewd, fawning smile—a smile I'd never shown her before. Wu Dan

seemed to be pouring coffee for Li Jie, and what was most infuriating was that when she bent over, at least half of her two pomegranate-like

breasts were sticking out of her clothes, gleaming in front of her boss, the young, fake-foreign Li Jie

.
From the photo, it looked like that son of a bitch Li Jie was also glancing sideways at Wu Dan's two mounds of flesh. My jealousy

flared instantly, and I roared, "Damn it, I'm going to kill Li Jie! I'm going to kill Wu Dan!"
One day, Zhang Zhihe and I went to the opera house to see a performance. I suddenly noticed a familiar face sitting

not far in front of us. Her head was gently resting on a man's shoulder, and from behind, she seemed

completely absorbed in Bocelli's singing and the man's shoulder, looking utterly blissful. Her wavy blonde hair, her goose-like

neck, her mare-like back, her black silk

evening gown that exposed her entire breasts—I recognized her so well, because I had bought her that dress from Yansha for over five thousand yuan.
I nudged Zhang Zhihe; he was still swaying his head in "The Harbor Widow," seemingly becoming a Bocelli

confidant. It took me a while to make Zhang Zhihe realize that the woman in front of him, so engrossed in another man's shoulder, was none other than

my wife, Wu Dan. Old Zhang snapped out of his daze and almost cried out.
During intermission, I ran to the other side and finally saw clearly the man who had offered Wu Dan his shoulder—it was her

boss, the fake foreigner Li Jie.
I couldn't resist sneaking into the restroom and dialing Wu Dan's number. The call connected quickly, and I asked

when be home. She calmly and casually told me, "Probably another hour! I'm still working overtime on a

document." Yes, after Bocelli's performance, they might go out for a late-night snack; wouldn't it take an hour to get home?
I thought the plan to eliminate Wu Dan needed to be implemented quickly, otherwise they'd be working overtime every day, and might even have an illegitimate child

in Shanghai !
For the next few days, I pretended not to know anything, and we lived peacefully. However, the story didn't end

as . That day, I seemed to have a minor stomach problem, and I

went to the toilet countless times at the company, driving everyone crazy. Finally, I simply said to Zhang Zhihe, "Old Zhang, can you drive me home to rest?" Old Zhang took

me home, and I went upstairs, took out my keys, and opened the door. I didn't want to ring the doorbell; why bother Old Wu? Maybe

she was daydreaming in bed!
I entered the living room, and damn it, a strong masculine scent that wasn't mine hit me

. I wondered if something was going on again.
I became alert, quietly closed the door, gently placed my handbag on the sofa, and even managed to

fart long pause. I didn't want to alert them; if Old Wu was having a match,

interrupting her would definitely affect their mood.
I hid outside the bedroom door, eavesdropping on Wu Dan's conversation with a man. They seemed to be talking about

Bocelli's concert that day. Wu Dan seemed really angry. That woman from Northeast China, probably a seafood wholesaler,

reeked of fish and shrimp. She sat next to me, constantly on her cell phone,

reporting she was listening to music at the Great Hall of the People! It was so damn low-class, so damn annoying! If

Bocelli could see, he'd be furious. I mean, why are Chinese people so lacking in manners? That was

the Great Hall of the People ! We might only see Bocelli once in our lives! He's a world-class

singer! But that woman kept muttering and grumbling in her Northeastern accent; I was about to explode with anger. You

say I was annoyed by you because that woman from Northeast China annoyed me? You say Chinese people are so lacking in manners?
The man chuckled, not directly answering Wu Dan's complaints. "Little Wu, little Wu, I didn't expect you

to be such a radical!" "Good, good, a rebellious spirit against reality, a very good girl!"
I wondered what they were doing. Were they just having a discussion? "Angry young man, and a girl? It's laughable

!" But I couldn't hold back any longer. Since our bedroom and the rooftop were connected, I quietly

went to the other bedroom and peeked through the window. Finally, I saw them: the two of them were lying on the bed,

my wife nestled in his arms, his lecherous hands roaming over her body through her clothes. My wife seemed to

be enjoying it.
Finally, they started. They embraced, pinning my wife down,

their tongues exchanging saliva. My wife let out soft moans. Playing with my woman on my bed,

so unrestrained! So shameless! You two, are you going to let me father your child next? Should I rush

over now and give him a good kick and cut off his manhood? I restrained myself. What use is a woman like that

? Just treat it like looking at a pornographic picture. But I'll rush in at the last moment and scare him into impotence, I

thought wickedly.
They continued, his wife's clothes being removed piece by piece, revealing her lingerie—

the purple lingerie he'd bought her as a Valentine's Day gift last year. He'd wanted her to wear it, but she always refused, and

now she was letting this fake foreigner see it.
Li Jie's eyes gleamed with greed and lust as he pressed down on her, his tongue licking through her clothes

until they were soaked. His wife seemed to enjoy it, letting out soft moans, her nipples hardening and protruding

. While sucking on her nipples, the man reached down and began kneading them through her clothes.
Li Jie's lustful nature erupted; not satisfied with the teasing from the outside, he forcefully ripped off the lingerie, tearing

the clothes to shreds. "You wait, kid, this cost me 1000 yuan! I'll beat you up later, then make

you pay me back. I'll beat you so badly your grandma won't recognize you, if she's still alive!"
With the final barrier gone, Wu Dan's wife beckoned to Li Jie quite naturally. Li Jie pounced on her,

sucking on her nipple, his tongue swirling around the tip before pressing down deeply. With each thrust, I

could hear Wu Dan's response, making my own penis hard. This guy really knows his stuff.
His other hand began to roam over Wu Dan's genitals, parting her already sparse pubic hair and

moving his fingers back and forth inside the slit, as if trying to separate them. In no time, Wu Dan's genitals were wet, and

that damned little cherry was emerging.
Li Jie took his hand out and placed it in front of Wu Dan, urging her to lick it. She actually took it in her mouth and happily licked

it . I had tried it before, but she always used the excuse of being dirty to refuse. She had fallen

so low for this foreign devil.
Li Jie buried his head in Wu Dan's lower body, sucking on her nipple and teasing it with his tongue. Wu Dan's juices flowed

more and , running down her body onto the bed. With Li Jie's efforts, his wife's moans grew louder and louder, until she finally

climaxed during one of Li Jie's vigorous thrusts.
But the story didn't end there. Li Jie held out his large, black penis to his wife, who naturally took it

into . I almost couldn't resist interrupting, but I thought the story hadn't reached its climax yet, so how could I interrupt it?
Li Jie was indeed impressive; with his wife's efforts, his penis had grown to about 18 or 19 centimeters long and

7 or 8 centimeters thick. He spread Wu Dan's legs and thrust it into what should have been my little hole, penetrating it completely.

His wife screamed in fright at the insertion, and I was startled too!
They went from woman-on-top to female-knight, then to doggy style, and I could hear the sounds of splashing

and rubbing : "Wow! Wow! Wow, you're so good! Don't stop, don't stop, it feels so good!"
Hearing their lewd cries, I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded, determined to

send them to hell the moment they reached their climax. I went back to the living room and pushed open the door. It wasn't locked; it opened easily.

The scene before me was indeed quite spectacular. Wu Dan and her boss, Mr. Li Jie, were like two animals in heat, lying on

the dressing table , their bodies pressed tightly together, discussing what they considered high knowledge.
The world seemed to freeze. We stared at each other. Without thinking, I went straight for the kick, but

in that instant, that fake foreigner ejaculated. There was a loud bang, like a champagne popper, all of it landing

on Wu Dan's back.
I didn't care and continued my lightning-fast kick. "Ejaculating in front of me? I'll cripple you!" Hearing the foreigner's

cry, Wu Dan finally reacted and screamed. It would have been better if she hadn't called out; it was only when she did that I realized what was going on.

What should I do? Hitting them won't be the best approach. I rushed to the kitchen to find a knife. I

was going to kill those two scoundrels!
Because by the time I returned with the knife, they had already run away, hehe! They were scared away by me. But

they had to run, otherwise, I really would have killed them.
The sacred word "divorce" was placed before Wu Dan and me for the first time, just like the word "marriage" had encountered us when we

were young . But back then, we were penniless. I wore jeans that hadn't been washed in six months,

exuding a raw, primal scent of fresh hormones. At that time, I could write romantic and beautiful poems like Rimbaud's,

which any innocent girl would adore. Wu Dan, on the other hand, wore a floral dress, a white shirt, and had

long, flowing hair. Her lips were slightly parted like flower stamens, and she exuded a fragrance like fresh grass. Any boss would be willing

to offer her a villa and a car to secure her youth, but of course, she would proudly refuse. Because at that time, she believed in love. She

believed she would love me for a lifetime, and she believed I would love her for a lifetime.
My divorce from Wu Dan coincided with the company's massive layoffs. During the day, I

held meetings with colleagues from HR, administration, and finance to discuss the specific layoff procedures and finalize the first batch of layoffs. At night,

Wu Dan sat on the edge of the bed, working on the divorce agreement.
I found a saying particularly poignant: "A dying man's words are kind, a dying bird's song is mournful."
Wu Dan, wiping away tears, said in a choked voice, "Old Zhou, I've realized you're actually a

very good husband because you have a kind heart." She added, "Husband, I can still

call you 'husband' a few more times while we have this, because after we get the divorce certificate, I won't be able to call you that anymore." Wu Dan asked

if I could still keep my promise from the beginning of the year—that she could go to Peking University to study for an MBA—since the company would be distributing bonuses at the end of the year.

Even though we wouldn't be husband and wife then, a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness!
I replied to Wu Dan, "I am a kind person, and I have never had any evil intentions. It's

your right to call me 'husband' now, but you can't later; that would be considered expired and invalid. It's

unrealistic to expect to fulfill a promise made at the beginning of the year by the end. Whether we've been husband and wife for a hundred days or enemies for a thousand, everyone is equal before money. How can you

expect me to be a volunteer for your feelings?"
Wu Dan signed the promise I wrote—a promise I would never marry that fake foreigner, Li Jie—and I signed the divorce

agreement . I gave up the car and the savings, and Wu Dan gave up her lover.
Early Monday morning, we went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our divorce certificates. I pointed to the old woman dozing at the door and

said humorously to Wu Dan, "This old lady looks familiar! Hey! Isn't she

the one ?"
"No way! You remember so clearly?"
the officer handling the divorce asked us why we wanted a divorce. I was speechless, unsure how to answer, and sat across the table,

blushing . Wu Dan, however, wasn't nervous at all. She remained composed and explained to the

officer , "Our relationship is in crisis."
"What crisis? Can't we talk it over?"
"We've talked, but we can't reach an agreement, so we have to divorce," Wu Dan said.
"Don't divorce over such a small thing. If all couples in Shanghai divorced so easily,

we'd be overwhelmed."
"No! She's having an affair." I was genuinely worried about not getting the divorce certificate, so I finally told the truth.
Wu Dan was unhappy. She pouted and whispered, "What affair? He's impotent and deliberately

picking ."
"Impotence can't be a reason for divorce. As a woman, haven't you been considerate and gentle enough to your husband,

causing his impotence? Have you treated it?" The officer from the Civil Affairs Bureau was very concerned about her.
"I've been treated, but it's still not enough. Don't you allow divorce for couples without normal sexual relations?

Don't we meet the criteria for divorce?" Wu Dan argued with the civil affairs staff.
We returned our red marriage certificate and received a green-covered divorce certificate in return.
I asked Wu Dan, "When have I ever been impotent? Don't talk nonsense. It's fine to say it at the Civil Affairs Bureau,

but you can't go around telling everyone! If I can't find a wife for the rest of my life, I'll have to marry you again

."
"Hey! Can you leave your divorce certificate with me? I'll keep it for you. Don't you have a

habit of misplacing things?"
"No! You're lying to me again. I know that you need a divorce certificate to get a marriage certificate. If

I leave it with you, you'll keep it, and I'll have to get your approval to remarry."
I laughed loudly, making the old woman at the door glare at me. She spoke up: "

So happy about the divorce? Are you crazy? Young people these days, they get married in a flash, and divorce without even blinking

an eye."
Wu Dan and I both heard the old woman's words. I was shocked. How right she was! Yes,

marriage these days is truly rotten. I don't know what Wu Dan was feeling. I secretly glanced at her

; her face was dark, clearly affected.
I suddenly remembered that day ten years ago, when we came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau with our red marriage certificate. At

the entrance , we pressed the certificate to our hearts and shouted in unison, "Long live the Communist Party! I love you, Zaiyou! I love you

, Wu Dan!" We carried the certificate with us all the way, as if we wanted to tell everyone we met that we were truly husband and wife

, and that we would live happily ever after. I remember asking Wu Dan how it felt then, and she said it was

a feeling .
Wu Dan carefully put her divorce certificate into her bag. The way she did this made my heart ache. In

the bright sunlight, I suddenly felt something wet welling up in my eyes. I turned away and saw

tears falling to the ground, but they disappeared instantly.
Seeing my expression, Wu Dan, still pretending to be strong, said softly, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Didn't you

want a divorce? I didn't force you, I didn't force you." Her voice was very soft, as if she had done something wrong.
I suddenly lost control, tearing my divorce certificate to shreds. Like a roaring lion in

the sunlight, I screamed, "I don't want it anymore! Why should I spend the rest of my life carrying around a worthless divorce certificate

? Why should I remarry? Fine, I won't remarry! Go find that fake foreigner! I'll allow you to

marry him tomorrow, and I'll even arrange the wedding, okay? My dearest ex-wife, Ms. Wu Dan!"
Wu Dan stood there, stunned by my outburst. She didn't know I was still this kind of man. I

could still roar in the sunlight, I could still tear up the divorce certificate, I could still allow her to marry her lover.

Am I really that kind of man? How did I become like this?
After regaining her composure, Wu Dan tried to pick up the torn divorce certificate from the ground, but I tore it into

pieces with trembling hands. Clutching the tattered pieces, she turned and hugged me like a pitiful woman, crying, "

Zaiyou, let's not get a divorce! Let's remarry! Please, let's remarry! Actually, I didn't want

to leave you. You were my first man, I gave you my virginity, you never betrayed me, right? You

're the best man I have. I know other men are all rotten, they never blink when they play with women, they're the worst kind of men

, but you're not, you're not, right? Zaiyou, let's remarry, okay? Zaiyou?"
Wu Dan gasped for breath, her thin face streaked with tears. I felt her hug me tighter and

tighter.
After Wu Dan and I divorced, she didn't rush to move out. She gave me the house because

that fake foreigner bought her a villa, much better than my current place. I once

secretly visited it with Zhang Zhihe, and it made me so angry I kept farting outside their love nest. Zhang Zhihe cursed along,

calling her a son of a bitch, saying their affairs were getting more and more sophisticated.
Wu Dan even prepared dinner like a wife, but I refused to eat it. Looking at the fragrant braised

pork had no appetite. I made myself a packet of Master Kong beef noodles; the water was a little cold, and the noodles

tasted awful, but I pretended to enjoy them. Wu Dan sat at the table, sobbing incessantly.
After eating one bowl, I made another, slurping it loudly.
Wu Dan couldn't hold back any longer. She said emotionally, "Zaiyou, please don't be like this. You're making my

heart ache. After I leave, will you only eat instant noodles every day?"
"I love instant noodles. What do you care what I eat? Are you going to cook dinner for me for the rest of your life?"
"If you want to eat my cooking, I can live here and cook for you every day!"
"Isn't that called illegal cohabitation? If you get pregnant, I'll be charged with rape." "
Zaiyou, please don't say that. Actually, my biggest regret is not having a child with you.

If we had a child, maybe our marriage wouldn't have had problems." As she spoke, she cried even harder

.
"Why are you crying? I didn't kick you out. You can stay here if you want, but I won't eat your cooking. If I eat

your food, I'll feel obligated to eat it. I'm afraid we'll love each other more deeply, and hate each other more deeply." Without realizing it, I

sat down at the dining table, holding a greasy pig's trotter in one hand and supporting Wu Dan's trembling shoulder with the other.
After finishing the braised pig's trotters Wu Dan had specially cooked for me, I burped contentedly. Two packets of instant noodles and several braised pig's trotters—I

was a little stuffed.
I slept fully clothed on the bed for two or three hours. When I woke up and returned to the living room, I saw Wu Dan asleep on the sofa.

In my dream, she had an innocent face. Wasn't this Wu Dan from ten years ago? A strange hallucination brought me back to the

innocent Wu Dan of ten years ago. Back then, she was my everything, my beautiful and charming girlfriend,

the pride I had to boast about to my classmates.
Driven by the hallucination, I almost went up and kissed her slightly parted lips, but I ultimately restrained myself.

Because she was no longer my girlfriend, nor my wife; she was just my ex-wife, just the

beautiful slut who made me braised pig's trotters. Legally speaking, she and I had no relationship whatsoever. I couldn't

kiss her in her sleep.
I went back to the bedroom, took off my clothes, and went to sleep quietly. As I drifted off, I thought that

I could never , never play horseback riding with her again. It was probably the middle of the night when I vaguely

felt something like a snake moving on my lower body and chest. I was startled awake. It was her, Wu Dan,

frantically kissing my erogenous zones.
I pushed her away: "No, no, we can't do this. We're not husband and wife anymore.

We're divorced. Remember that."
But she became even more frantic, kissing my body with her mouth, making indistinct sounds: "No, no, I

want it, I want it, Zaiyou, can we do it one last time? I beg you, don't push me away. Can't we just

have sex to commemorate our divorce?"
I didn't know if sex to commemorate our divorce was okay, anyway, I had been raped by my ex-wife, Wu Dan.

Wu Dan kissed me while touching my penis, our tongues intertwined, accepting each other's saliva.
My penis, because of this woman I'd slept with for ten years, was aroused. I could

feel the tip of my penis getting wet. But then, that damned little hand slipped inside my underwear

and slid her fingernails across my urethra, challenging my authority. I thought: "You slut, you're just throwing yourself into my trap.

Don't accuse me of rape later. Besides, you're not my wife anymore. Think of that

damn Li Jie. If I don't fuck you, am I even a man? You little slut!
" I rubbed her from bottom to top with both hands, then pinched, squeezed, grabbed, twisted, and pulled, squeezing her tightly. "You

want me to fuck you? I'll crush you, you slut!" I pinched her nipple between two fingers. I didn't

care anymore. Before, sex was just gentle rubbing, but now I could pinch however I wanted. I pulled her nipple outwards

, and I could hear Wu Dan's pained screams, but I didn't stop. This woman wasn't

my wife anymore; I could do whatever I wanted with her.
Then I remembered the scene of her giving oral sex to that fake foreigner, Li Jie. She had never given me oral sex before,

and the thought me furious. I said, "You little slut, come here and give me oral sex. I've never tried it before!"
At this moment, Wu Dan obediently crawled over, and I squeezed and kneaded her ample breasts with both hands, rubbing the two fresh strawberries on the top of

her jade . Obediently, she guided my penis with her hand, and her cherry lips

, so luscious, went down to take my penis

in her mouth. Sure enough, it felt like my penis was entering a warm little nest. So this is what oral sex feels like. The feeling of her little tongue kissing and licking my glans was very comfortable, and she would occasionally scrape my glans with her teeth , making me feel numb. I wondered if that fake foreigner had taught her

these oral sex techniques , which made me even angrier.

I showed no mercy, mimicking the scenes in porn movies, and thrust inside. The feeling was truly different from below. I

went faster and deeper, finally grabbing Wu Dan's head and pressing it down. Perhaps because I went too deep, Wu Dan suddenly

coughed, as if she choked.
I was about to ask her how she was, if she was alright, but then I thought, she's not my wife, she's already cheated on me,

why should I be polite? Seeing the drool dripping from the corner of her mouth,

I felt even more aroused. The lubrication of her throat, its width and tightness, felt like it was tightly enveloping my penis. Finally, under the little slut's onslaught, I ejaculated into her mouth.

She swallowed every last drop, with traces of semen still dripping from the corner of her mouth.
At that moment, she looked so wanton to me. How could I compare her to her usual self?

Should I thank that foreigner for his "innovation"?
After ejaculating, I felt incredibly good. For the first time in years, I had this woman under my feet, and it made

me feel so exhilarated.
At this moment, Wu Dan raised her head from below and said, "Honey, is it comfortable?"
I said, "It's alright!"
"Honey, I haven't had my fill yet!"
I said, "What does it matter to me whether you're having your fill or not? Besides, I'm not your husband, I'm your ex-husband.

Go find your fake foreign devil!" "Honey, I
want it, don't do this!" "
Then beg me!"
"Brother, I beg you!"
"Beg for what?" I said.
"Beg you to fuck me."
"Sorry, I'm soft and weak, I can't do it. If you can make it hard, you can do whatever you want with it."

I teased.
"Brother, you said it!"
"Yes! So what!" At this moment, this little slut smiled mischievously, I always felt like she was a schemer.
The scheme came really quickly. Wu Dan pressed down on me and licked my nipple with her little tongue. This

place is my sensitive spot. In the past, my little brother would get hard as soon as Wu Dan kissed it. She stuck out her little tongue

and licked my nipple, occasionally biting it with her teeth, while her hand reached for my penis and began to

stroke . Perhaps because she had just ejaculated, she didn't react for a while, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
I said, "Forget it!"
Wu Dan said, "I don't believe I can't handle you."
At this moment, her little mouth attacked my penis again, not taking it in, but

kissing my testicles, and then my penis, so earnestly, as if it were some delicious treat.

Watching this lewd scene, coupled with her hands stroking my penis, my penis still stubbornly hardened

.
Wu Dan said like a victorious general, "It's hard."
"Mmm," I replied. Then, she pulled down her already soaking wet panties. In that instant, I could almost

see a thin silver thread. This woman was truly aroused. Her vulva was actually quite beautiful; her

labia majora enveloped the red flesh inside, and a bud was already peeking out. On her neatly trimmed pubic hair,

I could see drops of vaginal fluid.
She parted her labia with one hand and used the other to guide my penis downwards. The moment she lowered herself

, I heard her groan. Then, she placed her hands on my chest and began to move up and down. I saw that each

thrust brought out vaginal fluid and strands of red flesh.
The only sound in the room was the slapping of our genitals; everything else was irrelevant.

Wu Dan kept muttering and confessing, "I'm sorry, I love you, I was wrong, Zaiyou, my

darling, I was wrong, making love with you is the sweetest thing."
She kept moaning and groaning, her legs, which had been pressed together, now spread wide open. "Zaiyou... Zaiyou, I'm coming,

oh... oh... oh, I'm coming, I was wrong, I shouldn't have had an affair, I was wrong. Oh... oh... I'm

coming!" The climax finally came, and I ejaculated into that flesh hole I had been fucking for ten years.
After we finished, Wu Dan used my underwear to wipe the scene of the crime. Under the pink light of the bedroom,

Wu Dan licked her lips, looking satisfied. After not trying for many days, this guy's sexual function reached a new high. I wonder

if ? It must be because of the guidance of that fake foreigner, Li Jie.
In the middle of the night in the wealthy garden, we were speechless, our hearts filled with complicated feelings, and we were both quite embarrassed.

What's going on here? I just got divorced, and I already felt good about sex again. Does this mean sex and marriage aren't directly

related?
That day after work, I was wondering where to get dinner to kill time before bed. I was

lingering outside the bar downstairs from my office when Liu Yan poked her bushy head out of a Nissan Bluebird. She

was my ex-wife's best friend; we went to college together and then worked in the same city after graduation. We were

the kind of people who could talk about anything.
"Hey! Lao Qian, what are you hesitating for? Let's find something to eat. Come on, get in, I'll take you to get something good to eat

." Liu Yan shoved me into the car like a female hooligan. The car smelled strongly of perfume, and she was dressed sexily, showing off her arms

and legs —it hurt my eyes. I rested my face on her shoulder. Fine, you're treating me to something good, right? I

don't have any money to pay; the divorce has left me penniless.
Actually, Liu Yan is also a pitiful woman. Her husband is a liar and a scoundrel. After they got married, he kept looking for other women and didn't even care when Liu Yan was sick. It was on that occasion that Liu Yan told me

how her husband tricked her out of her virginity . 　　She said, "That bastard had his eye on me the day I entered school. On the shuttle bus from the train station back to school , you know what? He secretly told me he was in love with me. How could that be? I was just an innocent girl, how could I know that he, a student council officer, would actually trick me into going to the student council office and show me pornographic magazines, full of those Hong Kong and Taiwanese stars having sex naked, and even oral sex ? I was terrified. I was blushing so much, my heart was pounding, and I was completely dazed. Who has ever seen anything like that in high school? Plus, I was in puberty and had some desire for it. That bastard started groping me. I was sitting there, and he put his hand inside my collar and started kneading my breasts. Because it was the first time someone had touched me like that, my nipples got hard, and my heart was pounding."

"When I woke up, I felt like I wasn't myself anymore, being manipulated by him. Before I understood anything, he stripped

me naked and started licking my nipples. I only woke up when he started sucking on my nipple, and then I started

to resist."
"I told him that if he continued like this, I would scream for help, but he got more and more excited and shamelessly said that if I

screamed, we would both be expelled. I didn't dare tell anyone afterwards because I was afraid of being expelled from school. He was like a

wolf biting me, and I was brutally violated by him on the student council's desk. He lied to me, saying that the first

time wouldn't hurt, just like getting a shot, but I heard from others that the first time was extremely painful, and it really was.

I couldn't move because of the pain. I told him not to move, but he wouldn't listen and kept thrusting inside me. For a while, I

almost fainted from the pain, but after that period, the pain in my lower body started to subside, and I started to feel a little numb."

It was a little

virgin blood, flowing from my vagina. Looking at the swollen scratches on my genitals and breasts, I

lay there dumbfounded on the desk for over ten minutes, staring at the light, not knowing what I was thinking. Later,

I just let this bastard have his way. I hate him. If I report him for rape now, will it even work? Old Qian, you

heartless bastard, did you rape Wu Dan like this too? You men are all the same…

ugh… I was blind.”
Thinking about it later, it makes sense. How many women haven't been deceived by men? The first time, it's either Valentine's Day

or a birthday party or something, a little romance and they turn a girl into a woman.
When we got to the private room, I heard, “Mr. Qian, you're so cool!” It was Wu Dan's voice. I looked up

and saw Wu Dan sitting there like a beautiful fox. This vixen was definitely dressed up today. She

had long false eyelashes on, which fluttered with an exceptionally alluring and mysterious quality. Her eyelids were also colored,

a striking interplay of blue and red, incredibly seductive.
She wore a sexy low-cut business suit, her bra revealing just the right amount,

arousing . This foxy woman's breasts were also particularly prominent; from across the table,

they resembled the sharp peaks of a mountain in the countryside on a clear day. I felt
a little dizzy. I knew perfectly well that her breasts were fake, her eyelashes were made of pig bristles, her bra was deliberately exposed, and her seductive charm

was an act, but I still couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Wu Dan, oh Wu Dan, how come I

never noticed how sexy and beautiful you are?" Therefore, I want to advise those men and women trying to break free from the "fortress of marriage":

appreciate your wife's beauty more, don't always think that what others have is the best, and show your husband your

sexy . Don't assume your husband doesn't appreciate sexiness.
Wu Dan and Liu Yan chatted as they ate, talking about topics unrelated to marriage. I couldn't be bothered to listen.

I'd eaten most of the lobster and a braised duck, which I thought was delicious, but my

face was throbbing with pain from eating it. I figured I could just pack some to take home later.
"Now, let me interview you two. How does it feel to be divorced?" Liu Yan suddenly changed the subject, teasing me

. She probably saw I was engrossed in eating and in a good mood, so she wanted to liven up the dull atmosphere.
I put down my chopsticks and gulped down a mouthful of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). "Yes, my feeling about the divorce can be summed up in two words:

exhilarating !" I gulped down another mouthful.
Wu Dan rolled her eyes, angrily saying, "My feeling about the divorce is even more exhilarating than exhilarating!"
She reached out her hand, and I thought she was going to hit me, but instead, she grabbed my Erguotou and started

chugging it down . Wu Dan kept drinking, and when I saw this vixen was angry, I immediately tried to snatch the Erguotou back.
"What are you doing? Are you tired of living and want to slap your face?" Wu Dan glared at me fiercely.
"Will you let go or not? If you don't, I'll slap your face!"
Oh! You little brat, trying to be tough with your ex-husband? I'll let you slap me, do you dare? I offered my face to

Wu Dan. To my surprise, this vixen Wu Dan actually smashed a bottle of Erguotou (a

type of Chinese liquor) into my face. Instantly, my face burned like sulfuric acid.
"Waaaaah... Wu Dan, you dare to hit your ex-husband? Are you crazy! I have no shame!" The Erguotou

flowed down my face, the flames of pain raged across my face, and my heart was filled with despair and fear towards her.
I realized I was a complete failure, I was simply the most pathetic man in China. I did two things: first,

I changed the locks on the house; second, I took leave and stayed home to reflect on my actions.
In the dead of night, I heard the frantic turning of a key in the lock, a sound

as unbearable as digging into my ears with a dung spoon. I huddled under the covers, too afraid to move. I knew it was the vixen back. She was outside,

yelling furiously, "You bastard, you want to die?! You want to die?!"
"I don't want to die, why would I want to die?" I got up, tiptoed behind the door, and pressed my ear

to it, listening to Wu Dan's soft, whimpering sobs, which grew fainter and fainter. Her sobs were distinctive, like a sad,

hoarse , intermittent serenade.
A flood of emotions welled up inside me. Then, I couldn't help but yawn. Wu Dan heard me. Her

serenade paused for two or three seconds, then she spoke: "Husband… I know you're hiding behind the door…"
She actually called me husband? Had she lost her mind? "Honey, I'm so cold! Please open the door. I know I

shouldn't have hit you. It's the first time I've hit you in all these years. Please forgive me, I was wrong... I was wrong..."
Wu Dan's heartfelt confession brought tears to my eyes; I was deeply moved. Thinking back, this

was had hit me. I thought

about how badly the man in "My Sassy Girl" was beaten by his girlfriend! Compared to others, what was this? Nothing at all. When I finally opened the door, Wu Dan was gone. Only

her lingering perfume scent remained. I peeked out and looked for a long time, but she wasn't there. I thought she was

playing some little trick, suddenly running out from the side to scare me, but she was definitely gone.
I noticed a wet stain on the door—half of Wu Dan's face. It was her tears

. She had been crying against the door, which was why I could hear her so clearly. Fine, she's gone. My face is still

throbbing!
I slept quite soundly on the nights I turned Wu Dan away. But one morning, I woke up

to find a pile of roses by the door, with a photograph underneath. A chill ran down my spine. Oh! It was Wu Dan who had come during the night.

What's wrong with this woman? Why is she doing this? I counted ten roses—doesn't that

represent our ten-year relationship? There were fresh water droplets on the roses; I didn't know if they were her tears or the night

dew. Was she going to bury our ten-year relationship with these ten roses? The photo under the roses made my heart

ache.
I remembered; it was taken the summer after we graduated from university, at the gate of our alma mater. That day, we

made love for the first time in that small guesthouse near the school gate. Although we had touched and kissed each other during our four years of university, we had never crossed that final

line . She said, "Today, I want to give you my whole body and soul!" I thought to myself:

Finally, the daughter-in-law has become the mother-in-law!
We went into the room, and she said she wanted to take a shower first. She got up and went into the bathroom, and soon I could hear her

showering. I sat on the bed, my mind wandering. Wu Dan's fair skin, flawless neck, full

breasts, and slender figure kept flashing before my eyes, and soon I was burning with desire.
I don't know what happened, but I stood up and walked to the bathroom door, mumbling something to her. My hand instinctively

turned the doorknob, and the wooden door opened with a click. I froze for a moment, then rushed in without thinking. My God! It was like

an angel descended from heaven! Wu Dan stared at me blankly, her hands covering her chest, the fine hair on her legs faintly visible. Her hair was tied up high

, her beautiful face flushed with nervousness, and her slightly upturned lips trembled.
I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed her and greedily kissed her cherry-like lips. A

sweet fragrance , her small tongue constantly darting around. I wasn't about to let her go. Our tongues intertwined

, and soon I slipped my tongue into her mouth, beginning my assault.
My penis hardened, and I embraced her, my hands reaching behind her

to knead . Soon, my hands slid between her thighs, and when I touched her anus, I felt her body

tremble. Slowly, my hands slid down, touching her pubic hair, which was already soaking wet!
Her breathing grew heavier, and my penis roamed freely between her thighs, slippery, I couldn't tell if it was mine or

hers. Her legs were tightly closed, gripping my penis, and I felt incredibly good and powerful. I began

to thrust , my heart pounding every time the head of my penis touched her labia. Wu Dan was also immersed in this

fusion of body and soul.
We continued like this for about seven or eight minutes, when suddenly I felt a tightness in my body. Wu Dan, still holding me

, cried out with a "Ah!" She had orgasmed, and her body went limp. I held her, and she closed her eyes, savoring

the sensation. A moment later, she realized what was happening: "You bastard, I've wasted my time taking a bath!"
I said, "Let me help you!"
"I think you're making things worse! You won't finish by tomorrow. You go out first, I'm yours today,

what are you afraid of?"
"Then give me another kiss!" I said, and she kissed me on the lips, rinsed my penis, and I obediently

went out.
Four or five minutes later, she came out of the bathroom, her long hair wet, her face delicate and red like

an apple. Her two perky breasts, with pink nipples standing erect, covered in fine chestnut down,

were beautiful from head to toe.
Although I had just ejaculated, I was young and full of energy! My penis instantly became erect. I pounced on her

, pinning her down, and she said, "Husband, I'm yours now, you must cherish me."
I took her nipple into my mouth and started licking it, it felt a bit like when I was a child suckling, the two

breasts emitting a faint, intoxicating scent. My hands roamed between her legs, and I could clearly

feel Wu Dan trembling. I started kissing downwards, heading towards the small opening beneath the pubic hair. Wu Dan let out a soft "Ah!"

and went completely limp!
I took her clitoris into my mouth and began licking it. I'd never done anything like this before; I'd only read about it in books

, so I wasn't sure if it was right. I asked her if it felt good. She ignored me, so I intensified my attack. At this point, her legs

started clamping around my head, which was starting to hurt.
I said, "Dandan, stop clamping! I'm about to die!"
"Serves you right!" Dandan said. But then her legs loosened, and I looked up at her. I said, "I'm

going in ." She said, "Be gentle. I heard the first time hurts a lot."
I started thrusting my penis towards that place I longed for. I tried several times but couldn't get in; it was too slippery.

And because it was my first time, I was anxious! I was almost sweating. Then a nimble hand guided my penis—it was Wu Dan

's.
"Let me help you in and see." With her help, I successfully entered.
But after only a short distance, I saw Wu Dan frown. I asked, "Does it hurt?"
"No, it's just a little swollen."
At that moment, I hardened my heart and thrust in hard. It hurt so much that tears welled up in Wu Dan's eyes, and a trickle of bright red blood flowed from

there . "I'm not doing it anymore, you bastard, it hurts so much!"
I said, "We'll talk about it later." I bent down and started kissing her nipples, trying to ease her pain.

After a while, she said, "You can move now." I started to slowly thrust in and out, and she didn't say it hurt anymore. I just felt that she

was tight there, squeezing me so tightly that it felt numb and tingling. I thrust even deeper. She also got into the mood and started to

moan softly. The whole room was harmonious, with only the sounds of the two of us merging together.
Finally, after thrusting for who knows how many times, I ejaculated. I thrust hard into her lower body and shot

inside . Semen mixed with virgin blood flowed out from her little hole and onto the bed. We were afraid that the people at the guesthouse would cause us

trouble, so we escaped from the guesthouse.
That photo was taken at the school gate after we escaped from the guesthouse. I had my left arm around Wu Dan's

shoulder , holding her tightly in my arms. She was covering the front of her skirt with her hand, because there were

bloodstains from our lovemaking. She smiled so charmingly in the sunlight, while I wore a cold, hard expression. For the first time, I

understood the responsibility a man must bear: when a girl gives you her virginity, you must

shoulder the heavy responsibility of being responsible for her.
Ten years later, Wu Dan left me. Clutching that slightly worn old photo, my heart was filled with

longing for our past relationship and a deep melancholy for life. The lovers in the photo looked as happy as an eternal couple, while in real

life they were exhausted by their relationship, their passionate love turned to cold ashes.
On that very day, the roses Wu Dan gave me were still blooming in my eyes, when I received news of Wu Dan's death.

News. The call was from Li Jie. I heard him stammering like a dying old man, "Brother Qian

... Brother... It's terrible, she's dead... dead..."
It took me a while to realize who was calling me Brother Qian. It turned out to be my buddy Li Jie, and my ex-wife Wu Dan

was dead. I slowly drove to the villa. She had pulled this trick before, scaring me half to death.

Afterwards, she would laugh happily. I thought, "She's trying this trick again, but it won't work this time."
When I got to the villa, she really was dead, beyond saving. She was hanging there, her tongue sticking out. The paramedics took

her head out of the silk. It was too late. It was obvious she was beyond saving. The time of death had been too long; her tongue had even

hardened . I heard them say that. They pushed me aside, and Wu Dan's body was placed

in a large white bag. Her face appeared even paler inside, as if she were trying to speak to me. I

couldn't hold back ; I lunged forward and tightly embraced Wu Dan's cold body. A surge of heartache overwhelmed me, and I wailed.
The paramedics tried to zip up the white bag, but I held Wu Dan and shook her frantically, crying, "Wu Dan,

why really hang yourself? I can promise you I'll remarry you! I love you! I love you, Wu Dan!" Suddenly

, a gush of blood spurted from Wu Dan's nose, splashing onto my face. I kissed her icy face frantically,

holding her tightly, as if we were still a loving couple.
My mother once told me that only the dead spurt blood from their noses when they see their closest loved ones

. So, even though we were divorced, Wu Dan still considered me her closest person.
Wu Dan's death made me suddenly understand many things: people can die, but love and hate never die. Love,

once it arises, is gone. Love is not material; it does not disappear. Wu Dan and I once loved each other. Love cannot escape its history

because of the death of one of us. It truly existed, and no one can

deny it. But we also hated each other, and that hatred stemmed from love. Because of love and hate, Wu Dan chose death.

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