06-28 The Bar Owner's Lustful Desire 03

Women like ambitious men; even if they don't marry them, they look down on idle men.

The real reason was that I felt it was time to reap the rewards; the time was ripe to cheat on her with me on the table. All I needed was for her to inevitably get angry at her husband, and for me to happen to be there—then I could cheat.

Going too early wouldn't work; there were customers, and I had to keep the business open. Sitting there for hours, my lips would be sore, her anger would subside, and I'd have to wait until next time.

So, arriving half an hour early was best.

I still went to her shop more frequently, but still not excessively.

I remained calm; my schedule was full, I had many documents to manage.

I went later and later, eventually going only half an hour before closing. My reason was that I was busy, which showed I was an ambitious person.

Women like ambitious men; even if they don't marry them, they look down on idle men.

The real reason is that I felt it was time to reap the rewards; the time was ripe to have me cheating on her with her on the table. All I needed was for her to inevitably get angry at her husband, and for me to happen to be there.

Arriving too early wouldn't work; I had customers, I had to keep busy. Sitting there for hours would leave me breathless and her anger subsiding, so I'd have to wait for another time. Therefore, arriving half an hour early was best.

However, even if I missed an opportunity, I would still wait calmly.

Because I had downloaded several files, enough to keep me calm, patient, and gentlemanly.

You probably wouldn't believe it, but up to this point, I hadn't even formally touched her hand.

Compared to those lecherous men who immediately try to seduce me, I'm practically a rare gentleman, one in a hundred years worldwide, one in a thousand years in China—a modern-day Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his integrity and virtue).

I always remember to be a noble person, a pure person, a person free from base desires.

That night, I arrived half an hour before closing time.

She seemed distracted, her eyes red-rimmed; at first glance, I thought she was wearing eyeshadow.

Seeing me, she forced a smile and said, "Let's close up."

Thinking she was trying to kick me out, I helped her close the shutter and got up to leave.

But she said, "Do you have time to sit with me for a while?"

Of course I had time; only a fool wouldn't.

I was prepared to listen to her woes. Sure enough, I even guessed what she was going to say. That good-for-nothing, for the 101st time, proved he was just a lump of mud.

After saying this, she looked helpless, leaning towards me.

When a helpless woman wants to lean on your shoulder, can a gentleman simply walk away?

No, I have no choice.

Gentlemen are all kind; I kept comforting her, telling her how wonderful she was.

Women are very good at cherishing themselves; the more you cherish her, the more moved she becomes, and she'll cherish you along with her.

And so she became even more heartbroken.

Comfort had to turn into soothing; I stroked her delicate face, sighing, "How did such a beautiful flower end up stuck in cow dung?"

The soothing worked; she stopped crying and brought her face closer to mine.

Our lips were only a centimeter apart.

I'll fill in that centimeter, and then the ball is passed to her. Whether you cheat or not is up to you.

Her lips were full, and her kiss felt incredibly good.

I thought to myself, if such beautiful lips were used to play the flute, what a harmonious melody they would create!

Accompanied by a long kiss that lasted several minutes, her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving, and one hand rested on my crotch.

After a few touches through my sweatpants, she simply slipped it inside.

My little brother enthusiastically welcomed the beautiful older sister, instantly becoming tall and strong.

I thought to myself, wearing sweatpants is a great choice; it saves me the trouble of pulling on a belt and zipper.

Pulling on a zipper in this situation would probably tear off several blades of grass.

Finally, the Internationale that had flashed through my mind when I first saw her—lifting her to the coffee table—was about to come true.

But I had already decided to pass the buck to her one last time.

So I stopped: "Wait a minute."

She looked at me in surprise.

"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin your marriage."

"My marriage is over!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

Okay, I've really done my duty.

Faced with such a desirable woman, could a gentleman back down at the last minute?

No! At this moment, a gentleman must be like a tiger descending the mountain, striking straight at the heart of the matter!

Those who flee at the last minute are cowards, despised by gentlemen.

I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing two round, high peaks. And at the summit, two deep red, oval salutations.

I've seen many peaks in the document, some like little steamed buns, some like flat-chested princesses, some large but soft and droopy, but this one is the biggest and firmest. It's a real piece of work.

After a flurry of thrusts (1855 words omitted here), she suddenly let out a series of shouts, first reaching a climax, then becoming weak and powerless, letting me do as I pleased.

A gentleman should help others achieve their goals, and seeing her satisfied, I sheathed my sword and watched her.

She rested for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Have you reached your goal?"

"No." "

Then why aren't you inserting it?"

"Didn't you reach your goal?"

"But you haven't, insert it."

"Never mind, it'll be a long time before I reach mine. I don't want you to get tired." I'm always so chivalrous.

"It's okay, I'm quite comfortable." After saying that, she opened the door a little more, as if inviting me into the urn.

Unable to refuse her kind offer, I reluctantly obliged and mounted my horse.

She regained some strength and cooperated with me; a few minutes later, we arrived at our stop.

Before reaching the station, I got off early and poured yogurt on her stomach. Then I found some tissues to wipe it clean.

"You're such a thoughtful man," she said. "I feel so comfortable and safe with you."

"Hehe," I chuckled noncommittally, thinking to myself, so many documents have praised me like that; I've received too many accolades, I'm almost embarrassed to repeat them to you.

"You didn't ejaculate inside, were you afraid I'd get pregnant?"

"Yes, that's right. A miscarriage isn't good for your health, and medication isn't good either."

"You're so kind,"

I chuckled again, thinking: If every document got me pregnant with one or two little documents, I'd be in big trouble.

The recent downpour had been exhausting, so the two lingered in the booth, stroking each other's groins. Just then,

her phone rang; it was probably her husband calling.

"I'm packing up now, I'll be home soon," she said dismissively.

I pinched her two large nipples, marveling at their perfect shape.

I was about to say that these were the best pairs of nipples I'd ever seen, but I held back and didn't dare say it.

"Here you take a bite." She said with a smile and pushed her chest forward.

Ok, at this step, the file has been downloaded 100% successfully. It seems that my eDonkey works better.

After a few days, I still took my time and nothing changed because of this ML. He was still polite and caring to her.

To be close but not profane, to be intimate but not to be affectionate is to be a true gentleman.

I didn’t look for her too much to talk to her, because I still had a few files to process.

In this way, all the documents feel that I almost never take the initiative to mention having sex.

So they decided that I was a lewd man, and Liu Xiahui was born again.

The download speed of that electronic snail file was really slow. I had been downloading it for more than half a year and still hadn’t finished it. I almost wanted to give up.

But I didn't know there would be another two and a half years before the download ended.

She admired my character the most, and in the end, I conquered this incredibly difficult electric snail entirely through my upright and honest conduct.

The second time, she came to my house.

This was because her shop was still doing poorly, and the idea I gave her required a large investment. After much deliberation, she sold it.

She didn't lose money; she even made a few thousand dollars from the transfer fee.

I felt a little regretful when I heard the news. Actually, I had thought that if she had asked to borrow money, I would have invested in it as a shareholder. Because I believed in my idea.

Also, we could no longer compete in the bar.

Moreover, if my idea had been implemented, this place could have been turned into a legal brothel. We could have hired different models every day to take nude photos, and we'd have sex with the particularly beautiful ones. Not only do I not spend money, I can even make money. As an investor, how fortunate I must be!

But, since she's already moved on, I won't say anything.

At the time, I had two homes.

One I lived in myself, located in one of the best areas in the city; the other, where I used to live, was in a slightly out-of-the-way location, but the house was very large, and I was planning to sell it.

That empty house was fully furnished and equipped, perfect as a rendezvous place.

A woman, once you sleep with her, as long as she doesn't turn on you, you can sleep with her forever.

Even if she gets married, her defenses are very weak.

But the premise is that you can't let her despise you, and when you leave her, she still looks up to you, then you can hold onto her for life.

Therefore, first loves, ex-boyfriends, etc., are all very dangerous.

The second time, halfway through, she suddenly asked me, "Do you like it from behind?"

I wasn't surprised at all.

When I met the first young woman who asked me the same question, I was quite surprised: how could she like such an animalistic position?

Back then, I was still innocent and reluctantly satisfied her.

When the second woman asked me the same question, I was also surprised: how come both women liked this position?

When the third woman asked me the same question, I was still surprised: do all women like this position?

But when I met her, I wasn't surprised at all: basically

, all women like this position. It's clear I've matured and grown.

There's a saying that women are the school for men's growth.

This can actually be understood as: women are the school for men's growth; the more teachers there are, the more knowledge they learn.

Before experiencing much, I was an immature, naive man, unaware of what women generally liked or disliked; unaware of common flaws in women versus individual character flaws.

Relationships between men and women are like a war. But the outcome of this war can be categorized as follows: The best outcome is a win-win, where both men and women benefit, experiencing full physical satisfaction and emotional warmth and care; their careers advance, and their offspring thrive.

The next best is a draw. Growth and gains are limited, and children's education and careers are mediocre. The

next worst is a win-lose situation, where one person controls and oppresses the other. Marriage becomes a tool of class oppression. This outcome is unstable because the oppressed class may revolt.

The worst outcome is a lose-lose situation. Unable to manage each other, the struggle leads to a lifetime of misery.

Therefore, when dealing with the opposite sex, you need to know yourself and your partner, and ideally strive for a win-win outcome.

Unfortunately, at least in this country, systematic education never includes practical manuals on "how to get along with the opposite sex." Even if some books mention it, they are mostly written by annoying preachers, spouting lofty ideals and high moral standards, completely lacking in practical application.

Therefore, our understanding of relationships with the opposite sex mostly comes from hearsay or the teachings of our parents.

Not to mention that hearsay itself is a mixture of good and bad, our parents' generation did not receive similar education themselves; their education was merely their own personal experience, and they grew up in the 1940s, 50s, and 60s, a time when society was completely different from today's. The experiences they summarize are often outdated even before they've been put into practice.

Someone said, "Parents are all a scourge," and surprisingly, this received widespread agreement online, showing how unpopular such outdated wisdom is.

This lack of education has left us unsure how to interact with the opposite sex. We don't know who is suitable for us and who isn't.

Everything depends on us figuring things out as we go.

(Continuing the ending: ? ??? ?) One evening. In the bedroom. After a storm, the landlady (who was no longer actually the landlady) stared at the ceiling, waiting to slowly slide down the mountain. She turned to look at me and said slowly, "You know, from the first day you walked into my shop, I thought: you couldn't escape my grasp. But I wasn't in a hurry then... Hehe, like downloading a file, even though Xunlei is fast, a broken donkey is still better!"

Since it's like crossing a river by feeling for stones, you're bound to feel for many stones.

Feeling for only one stone often won't get you across. After feeling for it for a long time, you realize you're still in the same place, and haven't even reached the other side of happiness. And

then there's the even more bad luck: you touch a trap and you're done for.

So after several failures, I became cautious and learned not to pin my hopes on a single stone.

I dare not step hard on any stone.

This leads to a negative consequence: I download tons of files using my e-mobile phone, and every day after work I hesitate, wondering which file to open that night.

Often, I decide not to open any, just go home, turn off the lights, and go to sleep.

And I also like to keep downloading new files.

I feel helpless about this situation; I don't want to be too extravagant.

But seeing my friends who have unfortunately passed away, tormented by unhappy marriages, I feel a sense of shared vulnerability.

Not spending money is less safe than spending it.

Therefore, spending money isn't the goal, but a means, a means of self-protection.

Although I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing, I'm still afraid of encountering a tigress.

If you ask, what kind of person should you choose as your life partner?

The most common answer is definitely: someone who is compatible and shares your values.

But please, how do you know if someone is compatible and shares your values if you don't try?

And if you do try, how?

One by one, if you reject a, try b; if you reject b, try c...

If you could find the answer after trying each one for a year, then trying three to five would take three to five years.

The problem is, when you start this experiment, you often don't know what you want, and the timeframe probably won't be that short. The struggles and pain will pass in the blink of an eye, leaving you a single man or woman. Trying again then might be easier for men, but women will have lost their leverage…

However, using an electric donkey to download documents simultaneously, like Tuoba Mouse does, isn't a foolproof solution either. Trying to juggle multiple relationships can easily lead to failure and harm to others.

How can you find the right result with the least cost and the least harm to others?

This mouse's intelligence is limited; I've pondered this question for years without success, leaving it for you fellow wolves to ponder.

In practice, this mouse can only choose the method that minimizes harm to both myself and others.

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