The entanglement of young woman Xiaolan

The next day, the sun shone exceptionally brightly from early morning, but the occasional howling wind mocked the weakness behind the brilliance. In every corner and in the shadows where the sun couldn't reach, the howling wind sent a chill through those walking or standing, and many leaves looked as if they were about to fall.
The wind tossed the two curtains, making them dance and slap, and the brilliance, taking advantage of the curtains' movements, crept in, projecting a picture of the bed like a rapidly moving film reel. In the reel, a snow-white body was straddling a man's hips, thrusting rapidly, each thrust landing heavily, her full breasts bouncing up and down like two dough balls. Through her disheveled, slightly damp hair, Xiaolan's face was visible, flushed, confused, and drenched in sweat. This was a cramped room in a budget hotel.
Amidst the "plop plop" sounds of their union and Xiaolan's rhythmic "oh oh" moans, the equally pale man straddling her closed eyes, his hands gripping Xiaolan's not-so-plump buttocks as if holding a scorching furnace. His still-young face was a stark contrast to the flushed, dazed, and sweaty face above him, a mixture of gritted teeth enduring torture and intense pleasure. Perhaps the penis inside her wasn't hard enough, so Xiaolan reached down and gripped the base of the penis tightly, continuing to thrust, twist, and rub, sometimes fast, sometimes slow…
The occasional breeze that swept through made Xiaolan's hair stand on end, like a fan fanning the flames, causing the burning pleasure to surge and rise in her heart and lungs… Finally, with a faster and more powerful thrust, she cried out "Ah!" and her body suddenly stiffened, her open mouth and violently heaving chest seemingly releasing the exhilarating feeling of being thrown to the peak of desire. It took her a while for her body to soften. Looking at the man beneath her, whose limbs were already limp, and feeling the thing inside her still slightly contracting vagina retreat so quickly, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Little brother, how's it going? Drained, huh? Next time you'll need an extra Viagra, haha!"
The limp man beneath her, eyes closed and panting heavily, was a 20-year-old gigolo. From midnight until now, the two had engaged in five rounds of intense lovemaking. Under the woman's relentless assault, using both hands and feet, and her vaginal openings, this seemingly robust young gigolo was indeed feeling the strain. His last two erections were filled with a throbbing pain, and his supposed orgasms had almost completely ceased. Xiao Lan patted his face, her smile lewd.
"Sister Lan, you...you're too fierce!"
The exhausted "duck" opened his eyes with some difficulty. "Next time...next time I'll give you a good beating!"
"Haha, okay, I'm waiting!"
Xiao Lan rolled off the bed, picked up the sticky condom, and the thing inside was like a dying silkworm. She loosened her grip, and the silkworm limply disappeared between her legs. She got out of bed, counted out 25 hundred-yuan bills from her bag, threw them on the bedside table, and then picked up a pile of clothes from the sofa to wash them. On the bedside table was a small white plastic bottle with several blue English letters printed on it—viagra.
"Sister Lan, aren't you going to rest for a bit?"
"No, I have to go find someone to do something right away. You rest up and wait for me, haha..."
The person Xiao Lan was going to find was Niu Naifu. At this moment, Niu Naifu stood blankly in front of an office window, gazing at a slightly distorted stream below. The wind painted ripples on the water's surface, creating countless bright spots that danced in the bright sunlight. Trees swayed erratically, casting strange and distorted shadows in the river. Niu Naifu looked preoccupied. Nana hadn't come to work today. He asked everyone in the office if Nana had called, but everyone said no.
The sudden absence of that graceful figure and the sound of her high heels filled Niu Naifu with an emptiness, a sense of unease, as if everything around him had become strange. After hesitating for a long time, he finally dialed Nana's number. It rang for a long time before finally being answered, followed by a soft cough.
"Hello, Nana, it's me, you…"
Niu Naifu suddenly felt a bit lost, unsure what to say after "you."
"I'm sick, I have a bit of a cold and fever."
Nana's voice was a little hoarse, but her tone was calm, revealing no other emotion or meaning.
This calm tone eased the anxiety that had been hanging over Niu Naifu since yesterday. After saying some meaningless things like "Take good care of yourself" and "Go to the hospital if it gets worse," they hung up. He didn't dare ask Nana on the phone if she would come to work after she recovered. He decided to go to her house in person to tell her that the company, or rather, he himself, couldn't do without her. If possible, he also wanted to sincerely apologize and ask for her forgiveness. Although he had done this to women more than once, he felt that this time he was truly sincere.
Nana's home was in a high-end residential area called "Waterfront" on the outskirts of the city. Hearing that she lived with her parents, both intellectuals, Niu Naifu abandoned the idea of sending flowers. Instead, he bought two beautifully packaged boxes of fruit, some nutritional supplements for the elderly, and before leaving, he tidied his hair, trimmed his stubble, put on a tie, and polished his glasses, making himself look like a refined, mature, and cultured man.
Nana's mother opened the door—a slender, simply dressed, and energetic old lady with neatly styled gray hair. Her gaze towards Niu Naifu was somewhat serious and wary, until he softly called out "Auntie" and explained his identity and purpose. Only then did a smile appear on her face, and she turned and called inside, "Nana, Mr. Niu has come to see you!"
She then ushered Niu Naifu in.
The living room was decorated in an antique style, exuding the atmosphere of a scholarly family. Above the rosewood table hung a traditional Chinese ink painting of orchids. Nana's father wasn't home. The old lady said that after retiring, her husband had been rehired by his former school to teach English, and he happened to have a class today. Niu Naifu put down the gifts he was carrying. After exchanging pleasantries with the old lady about their health and how important Nana was to the company and how outstanding she was, he asked in a very concerned tone, "I heard Nana is sick. Everyone at the company is very concerned. I wonder how sick she is?"
"Oh, she came back yesterday saying she felt a little dizzy. It's probably because you were all tired from the business trip. She had a bit of a cold and cough this morning, and a fever of about 6 or 7."
The old lady had heard Nana say that Niu Naifu's company wasn't a very formal, large company, and that Niu Naifu's education was quite ordinary, but she felt that the man in front of her seemed reliable, with a scholarly air about him. "Nana is inside, with her daughter."
Nana's bedroom was a modern European style with white and gold tones, completely different from the antique style of the living room. Nana was wrapped in a bronze floral nightgown, leaning against the headboard, her long hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders, her face somewhat pale. A chubby, adorable little girl was nestled beside her. Seeing Niu Naifu enter, the little girl greeted him in a sweet, childish voice, "Hello, Uncle!" Her features bore a resemblance to Nana. Nana, as if knowing he would come, glanced at him, her expression unreadable, then patted her daughter and said, "Quick, go to Grandma's. Mommy and this uncle have something to discuss."
The little girl obediently climbed off the bed and ran past Niu Naifu, playfully making a face at him.
Niu Naifu pulled up a chair and sat in the passageway opposite the bed, a position from which everyone in the living room could clearly see his every move. Niu Naifu always paid meticulous attention to every detail of his demeanor in front of outsiders, especially superiors and elders, always projecting an image of refinement and composure without appearing artificial.
Nana watched his actions and scoffed, once again finding the man both infuriating and laughable. She subconsciously tucked her robe into her chest.
"I was in such a rush yesterday, I shouldn't have rushed back like that. Look how tired you are, you're sick. I'm so sorry!"
Niu Naifu carefully chose his words, his tone double-edged.
Nana understood his meaning, glared at him fiercely, and made a kicking motion under the covers, but said, "It's nothing. I took medicine this morning, and the fever's gone, and my head isn't so dizzy anymore. My throat still hurts, and my whole body… my whole body is still a little sore."
Hearing "my whole body is still a little sore," Niu Naifu's face flushed slightly, and he couldn't help but glance at the living room, where Nana's daughter was playing with her grandmother. He quickly regained his composure, his tone completely normal: "Oh, then you should rest for a few days. Anyway, there's nothing particularly urgent at the company lately. The company will cover the portion of your medical expenses that your medical insurance doesn't cover!"
The two chatted casually about some interesting anecdotes from inside and outside the company, and Niu Naifu noticed a faint blush appearing on Nana's originally pale face. Just then, Niu Naifu's phone rang. He answered it and saw it was Xiao Lan calling. Niu Naifu glanced at Nana but didn't speak first. Xiao Lan's voice on the other end of the phone was exaggerated and affected: "Hey, Brother Niu, where are you? I'm at your company, I miss you!"
Nana recognized the woman's voice on the phone. Seeing Niu Naifu glancing at her awkwardly, she coughed a few times, then pouted and said softly, "If it's inconvenient, come outside to meet me!"
Niu Naifu quickly waved to Nana, indicating it was fine, and said to Xiao Lan in a calm tone, "I'm out running errands. What do you need?"
"Brother Niu, I have something urgent to ask you for help!"
"Okay, wait for me a moment, I'll be back at the company."
Hanging up, Niu Naifu cursed inwardly: Damn it, this slut, she even found her way to the company! When saying goodbye to Nana, she reassured him, saying she'd go back to work as soon as she felt better. As Niu Naifu was leaving, he seemed to notice that the subtle blush on Nana's face had disappeared again...
Xiao Lan was wearing a cream-colored suit with a hint of beige, her makeup was quite appropriate, and her hair was tied up in a bun, exuding the dignified air of a professional woman. When Niu Naifu saw her, she was chewing gum while flipping through a book in the wall cabinet with an air of nonchalance. Hearing Niu Naifu's voice, she turned around and gave him a very charming smile.
"Hehe, hello there, please sit down!"
Niu Naifu greeted her calmly, as if he were facing an extremely ordinary acquaintance.
Xiao Lan wanted to go over and close the office door, but Niu Naifu stopped her: "Don't close the door! I have a rule in the company that male colleagues and female colleagues are not allowed to close the door when they are alone together. Hehe, I can't break the rule!"
Xiao Lan laughed and, without further formalities, told Niu Naifu why she had come. It turned out she was planning to open a beauty salon with two girlfriends, but she was short 150,000 yuan. She wanted to borrow it from Niu Naifu, paying interest as usual, but asking him to pay only the bank's personal current deposit rate. She even offered to leave her property deed with him as collateral.
Niu Naifu frowned. He rarely lent money to individuals, especially women. He could be very generous in helping relatives and spend lavishly in brothels, but he was always very tight-lipped about large loans from outsiders. He looked at Xiao Lan in silence, suspicious of her true intentions, and even felt a vague unease deep down. Due to the alcohol, his memory of many details from his two passionate encounters with Xiao Lan was hazy, or rather, he hadn't even thought to pay attention to certain details at the time. What was this woman, seemingly consumed by lust, really up to?
"Brother Niu, you have to help me!"
Xiao Lan's eyes were sincere and earnest, and her pout added a touch of girlish coquettishness.
Niu Naifu made her a glass of juice and, smiling calmly, told Xiao Lan that his wife managed all the money at home and kept a close eye on the company's accounts. He added that his wife was very stingy, and he was essentially just a salesman at the company. Recently, the company had been fined by the tax bureau, had goods returned by manufacturers, and several loans were due soon, making their cash flow situation quite difficult. He really couldn't help her.
Xiao Lan snorted, her face flushing slightly. "Brother Niu, 150,000 isn't a large sum for you. Can you really just stand by and do nothing?"
She stood up, walked to Niu Naifu's side, and gently shook his arm. "Brother Niu, I beg you! Why don't you ask your wife out, and I'll talk to her, okay?"
Niu Naifu's face also flushed slightly. He always prided himself on being a chivalrous man, and aside from large loans, he rarely refused requests from women. In fact, Xiao Lan was the first woman to ask for a large loan, which made Niu Naifu feel somewhat embarrassed. He inhaled the alluring perfume emanating from Xiaolan, too afraid to look up at her, his words stammering, "Call...call my wife out, you...you're making things difficult for me, aren't you? I...I really have...I'm in trouble!"
"Hmph! You won't even help with this little thing, and I considered you, Brother Niu, one of my own!"
Xiaolan pushed him, her voice laced with coquettishness, "Then I'll figure something out myself. If it's not enough, you have to help me, okay?"
Niu Naifu patted Xiaolan's back, giving a half-hearted "Oh," trying to make his expression appear natural. "By the way, Brother Niu, it's my birthday the day after tomorrow, don't skip it! Tingting's coming too, she's been thinking about you, hehe..."
Xiaolan glanced at the door, pinched Niu Naifu's cheek, and then quickly kissed him. Niu Naifu nodded, readily agreeing, "Don't worry, I'll definitely come, I'll definitely come!"
After finally getting rid of her, he immediately called Lian and told her about Xiao Lan's request to borrow money, asking several questions that would worry and frighten any man. As expected, Lian laughed a few times on the phone, jokingly saying, "Let's see if your dick keeps scurrying around like that," before seriously telling Niu Naifu that Xiao Lan's promiscuity was well-known in their circle. She loved stealing her girlfriends' men and frequently went out to find male escorts. Her husband couldn't control her and was too lazy to bother anymore. As for co-owning a beauty salon, she hadn't heard her mention it, and she hadn't heard anything about Xiao Lan ever setting traps for men before… Finally, Lian earnestly warned Niu Naifu to be careful, especially after drinking, and not to just think about his "dick's" pleasure, lest one day his "dick" gets chopped off!
After hanging up the phone, Niu Naifu wore a wry smile, feeling that Lian's words made a lot of sense...
"...The on-site commentator, Wan Feng, slammed his fist on the table in anger, saying that no matter how much wealth you possess, even if you own half the earth, it has nothing to do with us! I was also very angry, but anger aside, the beautiful woman merely used the kind of simple-minded, hapless approach characteristic of the capitalist stage of
smashing, looting, and beating, to express the reality of China's wealth disparity. In this reality, everyone is connected to everyone else..." That night, Niu Naifu was leaning against the headboard, reading an article in Phoenix Weekly that was quite indignant and fragmented, throwing out at the bizarre and profound background of people like Ma Nuo, while clearly savoring all the simple or complex words spoken by Xiao Lan and Lian during the day. At this moment, his wife was fast asleep in the dim shadow of the bedside lamp, her breathing soft and gentle, a faint, ordinary smile appearing on her face.
Niu Naifu suddenly found this "angry young man" rather endearing. Under his sharp, piercing gaze and spittle-flecked remarks, Niu Naifu seemed to see himself as a grasshopper, dizzy and disoriented in a cramped, frivolous, and gloomy world, while the woman trying to wipe away tears in the BMW rolled her eyes at him with disdain…
"Damn it…"
Niu Naifu cursed inwardly, but didn't know who he was cursing. He felt inexplicably resentful, pulled up the covers to go to sleep, and was startled by a sudden text message notification on his phone. It was from Xian. He turned to look at his wife, but she didn't react. Niu Naifu quietly got out of bed with his phone, slipping out of the room like a thief with mixed feelings. But the text message didn't bring any joy or dramatic twists like in a drama; instead, it struck Niu Naifu like a bolt from the blue, leaving him speechless and nearly collapsing.
"You're dead! I'm pregnant!"
Before Niu Naifu could even recover, a second text message arrived: "Scared? I'll be back tomorrow, let's see what you do then! No need to reply, I'm going to sleep!"
Niu Naifu stood there stunned for a long time before suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine. He fumbled for his cigarettes and lighter on the table in the dim light of the night lamp. He felt his hand trembling violently as he held the cigarette. The flickering cigarette butt before him and the indistinct lights outside the window felt like countless eyes watching him, filling him with a chilling, unfathomable fear of unexpected exposure…
Xian wasn't asleep. In fact, she hadn't truly slept for days. Aside from going to a bar with some classmates to vent, almost all her waking hours were spent in a jumbled state of thought, sorting through the chaotic past or imagining possible futures. Until her period, which had always been regular, was delayed by a week and then almost a week, and the hospital test results clearly showed she was pregnant, she realized that all her thoughts about the past and future were temporarily irrelevant. What mattered was the present moment.
For a long time, she hadn't regretted being with Niu Naifu; in fact, deep down, she had developed a lingering love and dependence on him. It was he who brought her long-lost tenderness when she felt utterly lost and disappointed in her marriage and in that man, and it was he who gave her a safe haven when she decided to escape. Although she knew from the beginning that Niu Naifu's heart wandered among many women, she felt with unwavering certainty that his presence was real when he was with her.
"I have a wife and son, I can't abandon my family."
He never shied away from the certainty of their uncertain future. "If one day you find a good match, I will respect all your choices!"
He never wove illusions for her.
"I'm not going anywhere!"
At that time, she was in a state of inexplicable weariness, only wanting him by her side, no matter how far or where they ended up. "When you don't want me anymore, I'll go back to my hometown and live alone!"
She still clearly remembers that day, when she was bruised and battered after another fight with her husband, and ran into the darkness to cry in despair, Niu Naifu, with unprecedented courage, found an excuse to come out of his house, came to her, and comforted her. Almost every detail of that night was vivid in her mind, until the almost dormant passion and madness in his burning embrace were fully awakened, and she irresistibly succumbed to the waves of desire…
That night, when Xian emerged from the bathroom, her face wet and rubbing her aching wounds, Niu Naifu gently embraced her, licking every blue and purple mark on her body with his warm tongue. Although each touch made her involuntarily groan, an undercurrent still grew and spread rapidly in her abdomen, constantly rippling, causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably, her head tilted back, almost unable to stand. Her long hair swayed with the movement of her body, like a phoenix tail battered by wind and rain.
“Does it hurt?”
he asked softly. “Mmm!”
she nodded, then shook her head. He gently laid her down on the soft, wide bed, burying his head between her legs. His tongue deftly parted her labia, its light, swift strokes tracing their contours. In that instant, she felt a surge of desire, like embers reigniting, rising and falling within her. The yearning to be filled and satisfied grew stronger.
She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. She sobbed and moaned, fully experiencing and savoring every movement he made on her. She felt his warm tongue and equally warm hands slowly gliding across the fair, delicate skin of her inner thighs. Suddenly, he took her toes into his mouth, and with a soft "Ah," the ticklish sensation made her involuntarily pull her foot back. But he didn't let go; instead, he licked and sucked each toe and the soles of her feet. A feeling she had never experienced before made her feel as if she had entered a world of ecstasy and intoxication. Her body and mind desperately called for his entry, for his complete and unreserved entry...
The moment he entered, all the pain in her body seemed to vanish in an instant, leaving her body behind.
She hugged him tightly, letting him press against her, as if unwilling to leave any gap. Although this wasn't their first intimate embrace, she felt that his once slightly thin body now seemed so solid, and his familiar penis seemed to have become even stronger and more erect, completely filling and welding her in.
He seemed to want to dispel her gloom with his unreserved passion, leading her into a state of intoxication and oblivion, thrusting forcefully and pumping rapidly. Each thrust was like a boulder crashing into a sea of desire, splashing up turbulent water...
She felt as if she had been drawn into, or rather, entered herself into, a boundless, pitch-black world, where countless rapidly leaping lights danced and shone before her eyes. Waves of pleasure splashed and dispersed with the relentless crashing of the boulder; something within her seemed to be expanding and growing hotter, surging and throbbing, making her feel suffocated and adrift. Her lips frantically searched for his, her body swaying wildly from side to side and bouncing up and down beneath him, while her hands clung tightly to him, as if afraid that everything before her would suddenly vanish from her body…
When Niu Naifu poured out all his passion, Xian seemed still deeply immersed in that world, her eyes closed, whimpering and moaning, her body twisting and turning, all her consciousness still struggling in agitation, her face indistinguishable between tears and sweat. He buried his head again between her now slippery groins, once again pressing his warm tongue against her swollen clitoris, like a blood-stained peach blossom, quickly licking and teasing it, while his fingers vigorously stirred back and forth in the folds of flesh around her throbbing, swallowing honeyed orifice. She cried out loudly, the pleasure forged under high temperature and pressure finally sublimating into an climax that burst forth like boiling steel sparks. She hugged his head tightly and pressed it forcefully against his trembling, arched groin, as if trying to melt his entire body into hers…
“Sigh…”
In the darkness, Xian sighed softly, the phone in her hand feeling like a block of ice.
The jumbled memories of the past few days made her suddenly long to see that face again, to get close to and feel that burning hot body. During her time with Niu Naifu, she didn’t mind his “womanizing” too much, nor did she complain about often being alone and tossing and turning at night. She didn’t expect him to accompany her shopping and playing in broad daylight. He only dared to bring her along when he was drinking and having fun with his cronies in the dead of night, or the two of them would simply run off to some secluded place to have a few days of secret pleasure.
She knew that for two people who had "cheated" to be together, the important thing was that they could have that feeling for each other.
"How long can you take care of me?"
When she realized that she had fallen deeply in love with and depended on him, she inevitably felt a fear of losing him soon. She had asked him this question several times.
"Hehe, as long as we can be together, I'll take care of you until you find a good home!"
His answer was always the same, and his expression was always very sincere when he said it.
"I'll have a baby for you!"
Many women easily fall into another dream just as they've climbed out of one, and Xian was no exception. "I won't cling to you. If you ever don't want me anymore, I'll raise the baby alone!"
Whenever this happened, Niu Naifu would choose to remain silent...
Indeed, Niu Naifu had many qualities that made Xian love and rely on him. He provided for her, and sometimes he would care for her like an elder, buying her medicine and food when she was sick—something her previous husbands had almost never done. He also let her experience unprecedented pleasure and excitement in that combination lock box. Even when she felt bored and lonely and wanted to go back to her old karaoke bar as a song request girl, he forgivingly understood and agreed. He even called someone to stand up for her when she was bullied by a madam once... Just
thinking about that combination lock box made Xian feel that undercurrent surge in her abdomen again. When Niu Naifu decided to end the combination lock box's hiding place in the trunk of the car and make it a "member" of their nest, Xian noticed that some of the gadgets she had only used once or hadn't had a chance to try looked a bit worn. She asked coquettishly, "How many people have used these things?"
He said with a grin, "It's because no one has used them for a long time that the silicone, plastic, stainless steel and stuff have started to age and oxidize. We have to use them quickly!"
Xian knew perfectly well, but didn't care.
But what she couldn't tolerate was his frequent ignoring of her in front of those women. She felt it was a desecration and mockery. She had asked herself countless times what she was in his eyes.
An insignificant object? A mere vessel of flesh? A domesticated doll? She had forgiven him many times for openly flirting, hooking up, and even disgustingly affectionate with other women at banquets and karaoke bars in front of her. The "toilet incident" that day was just the fuse, igniting her long-suppressed anger at her shattered pride and dignity. Many people in the private room that day were aware of her relationship with him, and the fact that he hadn't asked her to book a room or tell her about the party at that karaoke bar made her almost certain that what happened in the toilet was premeditated, even deliberately orchestrated at her workplace.
"Three years...maybe it's time to think about my future!"
Xian thought. "Three years, for a man like him, might be as long as a parched desert. Maybe it really is time to escape and disappear. Who knows, he might be holding some woman in his arms right now!"
She knew that once the sand slips through her fingers, she couldn't hold on to it no matter what, just like when she was determined to get rid of that marriage and leave that person, unless the hand holding the sand turned to sand itself. Suddenly, she felt a strong wave of weariness wash over her, making it hard to keep her eyes open. Perhaps this story was an absurd idea from the beginning, who could have known...
That night, Niu Naifu was awakened by a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat. In the dream, a woman whose face he couldn't see was biting his neck tightly. The woman looked like his wife, like Xian, and like someone else. Blood gushed from his carotid artery like black sewage from a gutter. He wanted to scream for help, but no sound came out. His son stared blankly beside him, his face full of terror...
What should he do?
What to do?
The sun will always rise again...

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