My girlfriend is a Japanese translator.

(I)

I met her at a friend's gathering. Her name was Yan. She was 1.65 meters tall, with slightly oversized

measurements , a pure face, and long, flowing hair that always playfully tossed around.

Like a girl in a popular Japanese drama, she was a perfect blend of purity and sexiness. After striking up a conversation, I learned she was

a top student in the Japanese department of the city's foreign language college and now worked as a translator for a well-known Japanese company. To be honest, I didn't have a good impression of Japan, but

because of my lust for her beauty, I inexplicably got involved with a Japanese translator,

sowing the seeds for all the troubles to come.

We had sex a week after we met. She was very compliant, probably

a result of years of exposure to Japanese culture. But during sex, she was very bold. Although she never talked about her past, I knew

she was an experienced woman, at least much more experienced than me. I was a naive young man at the time,

and I was secretly saddened by her past for a while. But I quickly became intoxicated by physical desire.

Translation is a tough job. Although the pay is high, there's practically no normal personal life, especially for Japanese

translators. They often work late into the night (which basically involves entertaining clients; Japanese corporate culture is

paternalistic and quite lecherous. Many of their executives are alone in China, spending their free time taking

advantage ). Therefore, we rarely saw each other.

One day, on a whim, I decided to surprise Yan and planned to ambush her at her house to scare her. But when

I saw a luxurious Lexus parked quietly downstairs, my heart sank. Upstairs, I gently

opened the door, and the scene I least wanted to see appeared before my eyes. On the tatami mat in the bedroom was my familiar,

sexy, and beautiful body, but on top of it was another ugly, obese man. I stood there, my hands and feet ice-cold

, completely motionless. Yan, blindfolded, was completely unaware of my arrival.

She continued to writhe her voluptuous body, responding to the fat man's rhythm, her luscious red lips moving rapidly as she moaned,

lost in the pleasure beneath him.

The man, staring at my stunned expression, continued his relentless thrusting, showing no

sign . A triumphant smile played on his lips—a smile I will never forget. He was toying with my beloved woman right before my eyes. Suddenly

, he spoke, not to me, but to the woman beneath him, being played with by his sex toy. He started in Japanese, but

when he realized I was unresponsive, he switched to fluent Chinese, every word clear to my ears.

He asked Yan: "Is my thing better or the club president's?"

Yan, already in a frenzied state beneath him, still clearly said, "The section chief's is better!! The section chief's is

better!!"

He asked again: "And compared to Kudo?"

Yan said: "You're better, but Kudo's cock is bigger…!!"

The fat man looked at me smugly, still relentlessly fucking my beautiful girlfriend, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. While

asking me questions , he flipped her over and penetrated her from behind like a dog. My girlfriend, blindfolded, faced me,

kneeling there, her soft, white buttocks being kneaded by his large hands. Her beautiful, full breasts swayed back and forth with

his thrusts , as if beckoning me.

He asked again: "Do you enjoy it when I'm doing it alone, or when you did it with the driver, Zhang Sang?"

Yan hesitated for a moment and mumbled: "Two...two people are more fun!"

The fat man kept asking questions and fucking her, and each of Yan's answers left me speechless. I

completely lost the courage to rush in; I knew running away was the best option. As I turned to leave, the fat man

shouted : "Wait!!" I thought he was calling me, and reflexively turned back to find that the fat man had already

pulled his penis out from behind Yan, and my beautiful girlfriend was giving him oral sex like a typical prostitute, her soft tongue

lightly licking his ugly, large penis. "

Am I better than your boyfriend?" The fat man asked Yan triumphantly, but she didn't answer. Instead, he licked and

sucked , finally ejaculating his semen onto her delicate and beautiful face and into her soft, sexy mouth,

where she was intoxicated by the lewd atmosphere.

(II)

After this incident, I didn't have the courage to see Yan, and I didn't answer her calls. Until

one day two weeks later, I took the initiative to call Yan because I was in trouble.

I'm a gambler. Yan had advised me several times, and I had tried to change, but after that incident, I completely

returned to my old ways. Gambling is like a drug addiction, a lifelong companion that I can't quit. That night,

Lady seemed to have abandoned me. I not only lost all the winnings from the previous days but also incurred a gambling debt of 50,000 yuan. Gambling

friends are the most disloyal. After squeezing me dry, they started beating and kicking me, forcing me to pay back the money. I was in a bad mood and had a

falling out with them. As a result, the leader of the gang blocked me at home and threatened me that I should either pay back the money immediately or have my hands and

feet chopped off to pay off the debt.

Yan was the only person I knew who would help me. I dialed her number, and her voice was still so

familiar and gentle. She didn't blame me, but she couldn't raise that much cash right away. She said she'd

ask a friend for help. I knew what kind of friend she would be, but I didn't have the courage to stop her. Because in front of me were

gleaming machetes and my gambling buddies who looked like menacing demons.

When she rushed over, it was already noon. Her elegant black uniform skirt accentuated her curvaceous

figure . Seeing that I was alright, she took 50,000 yuan from her large handbag and threw it to

the leader, telling them to leave quickly. But the group was captivated by Yan's sexy figure and lewdly demanded interest and compensation for

emotional distress because I had insulted their mother! Just as I was about to yell at them for being disloyal, they suddenly

pointed at Yan's buttocks and burst into laughter, laughing so shamelessly and brazenly. Yan was stunned by their laughter. Turning around

, her face flushed crimson. Instinctively, she

twisted ! It was the mark left by a hand covered in semen, slapped hard on her buttocks. The dried white semen

was so conspicuous against the black skirt. No wonder Yan took so long to arrive…

At that moment, I completely broke down. It felt like the whole world was laughing at me, laughing at my girlfriend as a promiscuous

whore. I screamed and rushed out, the screech of brakes, shameless laughter, and the cries of a helpless woman echoing in my ears

. Then, endless white spread…

(Part Three)

When I returned to society, six months had passed. The past seemed like a dream; who

knew if it had truly happened?

One day, as I passed a Japanese restaurant, a sudden sense of déjà vu washed over me.

This was the place where Yan and I had our first date. Everything had changed, and I felt a pang of sadness. I went inside, sat in our old

spot , ordered the same dishes, and began to eat. But I had a vague feeling that something was about to happen. Suddenly,

someone sat down opposite me. I looked up expectantly, only to find a fat

man sitting across from me. Seeing him, my stomach immediately cramped. It was that fat man who had been riding on Yan and ravaging her!

He clearly recognized me. He plopped down opposite me, obviously drunk, his breath reeking. With the air of

an old friend, he began to tell me about his time with Yan. I sat there, listening blankly. He was the HR manager at this

Japanese company. He proudly said that Yan was the one who discovered and hired her. Yan was a

girl with great potential (mainly in terms of sex). He set a trap to take Yan's virginity in one fell swoop, and then gradually seduced and trained her,

making her a well-known employee of the company...

...

"Where is she now?" This was the only thing I said to him.

"Six months ago, she resigned and went to Kyoto to study. Hmph, those are all excuses. She's the best

Chinese . Hehe, she'll definitely go back to work in Tokyo, haha!! If you saw her shyness the first time

and her current wantonness, you wouldn't believe it's the same person. And I am her creator...

" I looked up at his face, which had become even uglier because of his arrogance.

I sighed. Alas! The girl who once sat across from me was so beautiful and pure, her breath sweet

and her voice melodious. But now she's become a filthy pig sitting there, reeking of alcohol, showing off how she can

play with Chinese girls for a little money. So, I decided to shut him up, but I didn't want to talk to him, so I used

the large ashtray next to me to smash his foul mouth, once, twice, three times...

then the food box, the wine bottle... until he shut his foul mouth and collapsed at my feet.

The waiters next to us were watching us in surprise, but when they realized I was a genuine Chinese and the person lying on

the ground was a genuine Japanese, they swarmed around me as if I were a

villain who had damaged Sino-Japanese friendship.

Later, the police wanted to prosecute me for intentional assault for the sake of Sino-Japanese friendship and wanted to severely punish the perpetrator. My

lawyer used a certificate from a mental hospital to get me released, but I still had to be hospitalized.

That's my experience. I'm living a good life now, I enjoy watching Japanese adult films and listening to Sony audio equipment. It's

just that when I see fat Japanese men, I still have to use a large ashtray to greet them.

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