The struggles of a 3-year-old's mother

He's 34, works in finance, and isn't handsome. I met him in a QQ group called "Don't Bother Me If You're Not a Good Person," where the members are all men and women aged 22-28 from the city. He's the type who doesn't talk much, and I don't like talking much in public chats either, since I'm married, and besides, men who talk too much can be annoying. His QQ name has no meaning, just a strange set of letters, and he doesn't use QQ on a computer, only on his mobile phone. His QQ space title isn't "Love," but it's just a habit, a dependence. To be honest, I was curious about this kind of girl, so I tried to chat him up. I gradually learned about his current situation: he's currently unemployed, stays at home, has a child, and his husband owns a car company. However, we never exchanged more than ten sentences each time. Whenever I asked more questions, he wouldn't reply. I knew he wasn't a woman who was very willing to open up.

We knew each other for about a month, but we didn't have much of a connection. I just knew he was 25 years old, 168 cm tall, and weighed 110 kg.

I saw her photo online; her eyes were big and cute, crystal clear. But behind her smiling eyes, there seemed to be a hint of sadness. I thought I'd never have a chance to get to know her. One day, having nothing to do, I mustered up my courage and asked her if she wanted to come visit my city (she's from a city under my jurisdiction). I didn't have any expectations, but she said yes, and I immediately perked up. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah, really. After I finish my job interview in X city, I should have time to see you. By the way, what will we do when we meet? I'm leaving at 4 pm."

I immediately said we'd just eat, drink, have fun, and relax. I wouldn't let her stay overnight. Haha, to be honest, I didn't dare expect to have sex on our first time. After chatting for a while, I learned that she came to X city to apply for a job because she didn't want to work with her family's racing car. We didn't talk much that night. Around 10:30 the next morning, she called to say she was done and we agreed to meet in front of the Ferrari dealership. I chose this location because I could see her from a distance. She was a little thin, wearing a white t-shirt with a light-colored cardigan, black cropped pants, black stockings, and black high heels. She looked quite professional, but I was surprised by her breasts. The neckline wasn't low, but it couldn't hide their size—full and soft. It was later confirmed that she was at least a 34E. The whole outfit wasn't sexy at all; she didn't look like a flirtatious woman. This was exactly my type: a graceful lady is sought after by gentlemen.

Once in the car, she didn't talk much. When I asked her where we were going… She said she didn't know, and wasn't familiar with X city. I suggested going to the arcade, and she agreed. But when we got there, she wasn't interested in anything. She picked a fishing game and wouldn't move, or she just followed me around like a little shadow. Even in a basketball game, she only shot when there was a long gap in the shot. She's so demure! I'm actually starting to like her. My thoughts are a little confused; I can't help but wish she were my girl. However, I didn't intentionally touch her; I felt bad, since she didn't have that intention.

Actually, that's how people are. When you truly like someone, you feel satisfied just to touch their hand, even though your groin might be tingling.

After playing for a while, we went to Ajisen Ramen. I asked her what she wanted to eat, and again, "Anything." She sat down, and I silently watched her. She didn't look up; she seemed preoccupied and barely ate. I didn't eat much either. We chatted briefly, and I learned she wasn't happy. Her marriage was arranged by her mother, and she didn't love her current husband. She'd been working as a delivery driver ever since, even though she didn't want to. Besides, she's indecisive and somewhat blindly obedient, so she'd passively worked as a delivery driver for four years until this year when the car accident happened. After staying home for a few months, she didn't want to go back to driving as a delivery driver anymore and wanted to find a job. But after four years, she didn't know anything, and her relatives all wanted her to continue, saying she was too old to do it. Her eyes welled up with tears. I'm only 26. "Is this really how I want to live my whole life?" I quickly said, "Just study, take a class, become a clerk or something. It's not hard. Enrich yourself so you don't always get bossed around." She said I was used to being bossed around, and besides, I knew nothing about computers. I'm definitely a computer expert! So I patiently guided her, and gradually she started to smile. Our relationship wasn't as awkward as it had been at first. Later, I discussed going to see a movie with her, the one called "Iron Man 2." When we got to the theater, it was almost 3 o'clock. She had actually told me earlier that we'd leave at 4. Even though I really liked her, I didn't make a move. I just touched her hand briefly when we were gesturing. That was already quite exciting. She didn't object too much, just kept reminding me of the time. At 4 o'clock, the movie wasn't over yet, so we went out. While waiting for her car to go home, I accompanied her to the Xinhua Bookstore, where she bought some things. I bought her two computer books and a book on how to be a happy woman. Afterwards, I took her to the station and offered her 100 yuan for travel expenses, but she resolutely refused. Did she think it was too little? Or was she embarrassed? In short, she didn't take advantage of me at all. The first day passed just like that. Although we hadn't known each other for long, I had actually started to like her a little. I even called her that night, and she cried and told me a lot. She said she wanted to change, but her family didn't support her, she didn't have the confidence to study hard, and she didn't have any money. In short, she still had to continue with her current life. I felt very bad listening to her, so I said, "Come on, I'll help you, I'll give you confidence." She said, "We don't know each other, I'll just go my own way." I said, "Come on, I'll definitely give you confidence." I admit, I had selfish motives, but I also had feelings of pity. Anyway, it was quite complicated. The next day, she came after several attempts. I could tell she was struggling.

We arranged to meet under an overpass. When I arrived, she was already there. She was wearing a floral princess-style dress and white crystal sandals—pure and innocent, inspiring a protective instinct, and perhaps even a... other impulse. Does such a pure land truly exist in this world? Without much conversation, the car played the tender song "I Miss You." She remained silent, quietly fiddling with the hem of her dress. We drove out of the city to a large natural lake. I could tell she was still immersed in her sorrow, so I didn't dare say much. I walked and gently tried to comfort her, but she didn't speak, just gazed at the lake. We walked and stopped, finally finding a place to sit. I started trying to cheer her up, and slowly she became less sad. I relaxed a bit too. During our conversation, we talked about her cute teeth. I called them little tiger teeth, and she said they were crooked. At that moment, I acted impulsively and lunged for her lips. Of course, I missed. Oh, and I immediately regretted it. I was so impatient. He'd never take the initiative, but my actions only made me lose any chance. I didn't look at her again; she sat there coldly, silent, for two minutes, five minutes—a deathly silence. She said, "Let's go, to the city center, I'll just drop you off anywhere." I wanted to slap myself. But I'd made a mistake; apologizing was useless now. I got in the car, which was only going 20 miles per hour. I tried to create an opportunity for myself, offering countless excuses and justifications. While driving, I apologized and tried to appease her, telling her I liked her and that I kissed her because I didn't want to feel like an outsider. I told her I didn't need to touch her anymore, as long as she didn't ignore me. It took a lot of effort to calm her down; I could tell she was conflicted. I took her to town, we ate McDonald's, and she said a lot about how she couldn't give me anything, neither emotionally nor physically, and advised me not to overthink it, that she had no right to talk about these things. I told her I didn't want anything, just to be her friend, that I just wanted her to be happy, etc. Before leaving, I gave her 1000 yuan, saying it was for her tuition, but she refused. We argued for about 20 minutes before she reluctantly took it. I wasn't afraid she'd run away; firstly, I could afford to lose, and secondly, I knew she liked me a little too. However, I thought it would be difficult to get anything out of her, but on the third day… On the third day, after a series of twists and turns, she was still very serious and looked unhappy when we met. I felt so wronged. What could I do? I had made the mistake first. When I asked where we were going to eat, she said she wanted to drink Yonghe Soy Milk first, but then she wouldn't eat anything. Ugh, it was exhausting. But I really liked her, how could I take it further? I said, "Let's find a place where I can teach you computers! Don't worry, I definitely won't touch you." She neither objected nor agreed. I saw a chance, so we went straight to Jinjiang Inn, checked in, and for the first hour I was quite respectful, not touching her, just testing her limits, diligently teaching her. But who knew, after she finished learning, she said she didn't want to learn anymore and couldn't learn it at all. So… I started to get restless. At first, I only touched her hands, then her waist, then her lips. She resisted at first, but no matter how much she said no, she didn't resist forcefully. Her eyes seemed to be brimming with tears. I really couldn't bear it, but men always think with their lower bodies. I couldn't control myself and touched her breasts when she wasn't looking. I was completely stunned; they were so soft and tender. She kept saying, "Brother, no, you can't do this. I have a family, children, and you have a family too. We can't do this." But

I couldn't listen to any of that. I kissed her fiercely. Her jaw was clenched tightly, her legs clamped shut, not giving me any chance…

We struggled for about ten minutes. Finally, I let her go. Once she calmed down, she went to the bathroom. I smoked a cigarette, but I was afraid I wouldn't have another chance. So when she came out, I hugged her and gave her a long French kiss. I promised that if her tongue came out, I wouldn't touch her anywhere else. And her tongue really did come out—it was so smooth and soft, which excited me immensely. I pushed her down and started to take off her pants. At first, she struggled desperately, saying, "Brother, you said you wouldn't touch me." I told her, "If you don't want to, just scream." I tested her limits little by little. Although she was very unwilling, she didn't scream. I knew I could go for it, so I used a bit of brute force to pull her pants down to her knees and thrust in. Wherever I touched, there was quite a bit of wetness, but she just wouldn't cooperate and said, "Brother, just bear with it." I only moved between her legs. Damn, what man could resist at this moment! He even said his wife was waiting for him to come home. Poor thing, forcing myself on her was exhausting. I hardened my heart, decided to go all in, and violently pulled down her pants, then forcefully spread her legs. Finally… I was inside. Ah, it felt so good, so tight! What surprised me most was how much fluid she was wet inside. But she didn't make a sound while I was penetrating her, occasionally saying, "Brother, don't ejaculate inside." It was so frustrating. After all that, I was drenched in sweat. She gently looked at me and wiped my sweat. A feeling of tenderness welled up inside me, but my erection kept throbbing. I didn't dare ask her to change positions, so we did it on top for 20 minutes. Finally, my wicked seed ejaculated onto her white belly. Only then did I calm down. What had I done…? Looking at her, her eyes filled with tears… I… sigh.

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