The inner thoughts of wife swapping

Chapter 1, Knowledge and Love
. My name is Quan. Six years ago, stepping out of the ivory tower, I achieved some small successes in this materialistic society through my own efforts. A
substantial income meant I didn't have to worry about the trivialities of life, such as housing or a car.
Through my own hard work and outstanding performance, I successfully settled down in this large southern city two years after graduation. This also gave me the means to marry the girl I was so deeply in love with—Si.
We met at the freshman welcome party after military training when we first entered university.
Because she could dance folk dances, Si was selected by the school's arts department to participate in rehearsing the welcome party dance, thus avoiding the ordeal of military training. This also made Si stand out among the group of freshmen girls, tanned and covered in dirt from training under the scorching sun.
At the final freshman military training summary meeting, Si, dressed in ethnic costume and preparing to participate in the party, was as beautiful as a blooming flower amidst the gray-green military uniforms.
Because of my height and physique, the instructor called me to help out at the party, and by chance, I met Si.
Since that meeting at the party, I've always been a friend to Si in her studies and life.
Si, who is nearly 1.7 meters tall (1.68-1.68 meters), has a remarkably well-proportioned figure, with curves in all the right places. Her skin is as white as milk. Her delicate face is adorned with meticulously chosen features.
Her captivating eyes sparkle, and her long eyelashes, like two small fans, flutter with each blink, seemingly sweeping into one's heart. What
I'm most infatuated with are her long, beautiful legs—perfectly proportioned, neither too thin nor too plump. Whether she's wearing stockings or just shorts with bare legs, every time I see her, I feel dizzy, my heart pounding like two drums, threatening to burst out of my chest.
Si isn't just my dream girl; she's the dream girl of every single guy in the entire school.
Although I didn't compare her to any so-called "campus beauties," I believe that Si was just as stunning.
Because I'd known Si longer, I felt comfortable frequently appearing around her. While I never confessed, my admiration was as obvious as an open secret. Si, for some reason, never had a boyfriend.
Perhaps, in others' eyes, I was Si's ambiguous partner.
This relationship continued until the summer of my junior year.
The leisurely university life gave us plenty of time to do what we were interested in. My hobby was traveling.
Before that summer, I tentatively asked Si about her summer plans. When I learned she would be staying home the whole time, I started making plans. When I tried inviting her on a summer trip with me, to my surprise, she agreed.
I meticulously planned the entire trip. Before summer vacation, I counted down the days, feeling like they were endless, until the day of departure.
It was a breathtakingly beautiful landscape unlike anything I'd ever experienced on a trip before.
On tranquil riverbanks, on rugged mountain peaks, in shady forests, in quaint water towns, and amidst the dazzling neon lights of unfamiliar cities, all the natural landscapes and cultural attractions I had previously focused on paled in comparison to her every smile and gesture.
My camera was filled with every single moment of hers: her laughter, her surprised expressions, her mischievous antics, her excited leaps, her weary naps…
Throughout that wonderful journey, Si's image permeated every corner of my being. Never before had I felt such an urgent desire to possess this angel God had left behind on earth.
At the last stop of the trip, by a lake bathed in the glow of the setting sun, I secretly took Si's small hand in mine. She didn't struggle, silently letting me hold it.
Holding Si's seemingly boneless, soft hand brought a slightly cool touch. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Si shyly close her eyes, her cheeks flushed as if painted with rouge.
At that moment, my heart was at peace, and an unprecedented confidence filled my entire being. I wanted to give this angelic girl happiness; I believed I could do it, and nothing could stop me.
At that moment, I felt I had grasped a lifetime of happiness…
Chapter Two: Passionate Love
We were like any couple deeply in love, enjoying romantic moments under the moon and flowers. Even the harsh reality of graduation couldn't separate us.
Because Si was a local, her parents had found her a comfortable job in a local government unit. And I, for our future, stayed to work hard.
After moving out of the dormitory, I moved into a cheap temporary rental. Every day, I was busy looking for work, submitting resumes, attending job fairs, and frequenting various talent markets.
During that job-hunting period, the cruelty of society dealt a heavy blow to us so-called high achievers. I had thought that with my excellence, I could easily earn a well-paying and respectable job. But the ruthlessness of reality mocked our overestimation of our abilities.
After more than two months of running around, I still hadn't achieved anything. Disheartened, I even considered giving up and returning to my hometown to rely on my parents.
But Si would come to my messy rented room every two days to clean, do laundry, and cook.
It was her constant encouragement and support that gave me the courage to persevere. The gentle and kind Si was the only bright and refreshing color in my gray world during that period. She gave me the courage to repeatedly enter the job market, which had shattered all my confidence.
Finally, as if Lady Luck had suddenly smiled upon me, my opportunity arrived. A well-known private company in the city was recruiting a business manager—essentially a salesperson. Having already been mercilessly battered by reality, I realized this was an opportunity. I meticulously prepared my resume and presented myself in the best possible light for the interview.
During the days of waiting for the results, I felt like I was back in the period after my college entrance exams, eagerly anticipating the results yet also worried that the answer wouldn't be what I expected.
A few days later, I received a notification from the company's HR department that I could start my internship two days later.
I hung up the phone in a daze, unable to process what I was seeing. I was hired! This bustling yet unfamiliar city had finally opened a small door for me.
I couldn't wait to call Si, wanting to share my ecstatic joy with her.
Si, upon receiving the call, couldn't hide her excitement and elation either. I could almost hear the barely suppressed excitement in her voice. All my previous discouragement and dejection vanished, and confidence returned to me. I
went back to my rented apartment early and tidied up the room. I slept soundly. Not long after, before it was time to leave work, Si came in carrying bags and bags of groceries. She had taken the day off to buy groceries to celebrate with me, and even bought wine.
Watching Si busy in the kitchen, a feeling of home suddenly warmed my heart. I told myself again that I would give this girl a lifetime of happiness.
That night, I got drunk, I don't know if it was from the alcohol or from the person I was drunk with.
All I know is that in the end, Si and I melted into each other's passionate kiss.
My hands, as always during our intimate moments, explored Si's entire body. As I clumsily began to undress her, she didn't refuse as usual, but instead shyly buried her fiery face in mine, letting me do as I pleased.
When Si's last defenses were removed, her exquisitely beautiful, white body dazzled my eyes. Like drinking a bowl of aged wine, a burning sensation coursed through my body, surging into my heart, into my mind, finally transforming into a beast-like desire.
Si lay gently on the narrow bed, her eyes tightly closed, only her eyelids blinking rapidly. Her body trembled slightly, twisting restlessly. Her smooth, delicate skin, like milk, shimmered with a luminous glow. Her long, beautiful legs, which drove me mad, were tightly closed together. One of her soft, boneless hands covered her blushing, exquisite face. The other covered her most alluring, sensual spot.
Only a wisp of hair peeked out through the gap, making it all the more lewd and stimulating.
I stood there dumbfounded before the bed, panting, admiring the boundless beauty, completely unsure of my next move.
The prolonged silence made Si Ju sense something was amiss. She gently opened her eyes and found my gaze fixed on her body, overwhelmed with shame. She pulled the blanket over herself.
"Don't look!"
Those words were like a starting gun, igniting my desire. In a flash, I removed all the extra resistance, threw off the blanket, and pounced on her.
"Hands like soft shoots, skin like solidified cream, neck like a cicada's..."

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