【Joyful Enemies】(15-16) Author: Ananda in Tears

Author: Ananda in Tears
Word Count: 11711
Chapter Fifteen: Videos on Sister's Computer
Zhiming plunged back into his busy work, and time flew by. Every day after work, when Chunjiao returned home,
she felt bad seeing his troubled expression and dared not provoke him again.
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Wednesday morning, Zhiming went to work as usual. After tidying up the house quickly, Chunjiao mustered up the courage
to call her sister and told her everything that had happened over the weekend.
"What?! So, brother-in-law has... premature ejaculation!" Manman exclaimed in surprise on the other end of the phone.
Chun Jiao's heart skipped a beat. Her younger sister had seen countless people, and if she said yes, it was almost certainly true. She hurriedly asked,
"Are you sure you have premature ejaculation?"
"Judging from what you've said, it's 100% premature ejaculation!" Manman answered confidently. Chun Jiao immediately deflated
, speechless. "Big sister, it's not a terminal illness! Don't worry! You called
me because you wanted to ask me what to do, right?" her sister said understandingly.
"Yeah! Yeah! I really don't know what to do about this," Chun Jiao quickly said. "Every day when I
come home from work, I have a long face, as cold and distant as if I owe him a lot of money..."
"Hehe! My dear sister, you've come to the right person. I'm practically your senior when it comes to sex!" Manman
said proudly on the other end of the phone, giggling non-stop. "Remember? My third boyfriend...
the one with the long hair, the Beatles, was also a premature ejaculator!"
"I don't understand... what does 'premature ejaculator' mean?!" Chun Jiao asked timidly, feeling a little inferior.
"Oh! I forgot that you're still a novice, sister! It's hard to explain over the phone..." Manman spoke bluntly,
not caring about her sister's feelings at all. After a pause, she said, "How about this... I don't have class today, so why
don't we sisters have a proper chat in person? I'll come over and wait for you downstairs at your apartment complex, okay?" she suggested.
Chun Jiao was overjoyed and eagerly said, "Okay! Okay! Then come over quickly!" She hung up the phone and
ran downstairs, choosing a secluded spot to sit on the swing and wait for her sister.
Manman had her first sexual experience when she was 18, and her third boyfriend was only 18. He
was a 22-year-old college student with a trendy center-parted long hair, sometimes tied in a braid at the back of his head
. Although he looked somewhat frivolous at first glance, he had a certain artistic flair—Chun Jiao knew all this, but she never imagined
that such a strong young man would also be… a member of the "premature ejaculation group"? 　　After about half an hour, Manman arrived, wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and 　　ripped jeans. She carried a tablet computer. Seeing her sister and checking that no one was around, she got straight to the point:
" 　　I brought you a video tutorial on treating premature ejaculation today. Follow it, and it'll definitely cure you..." She 　　then turned on the computer to show Chun Jiao. 　　In the video, a girl was undressing; her breasts appeared underdeveloped, and her pubic hair was sparse. 　　"This...isn't that you?" Chun Jiao exclaimed in surprise, recognizing Manman from her features. 　　"Yes! Of course it's me...Why are you making such a fuss?" Manman lowered her voice so her sister 　　could hear her but not too far away. "Don't look at me like that! I have many more videos like this 　　; I'll show you more later...Watch now! It's starting..." she whispered. 　　"You little slut!" the long-haired boy cursed, his eyes bulging like a flounder's. "Watch 　　how I fuck you today, until you beg for mercy!" He seemed very confident. 　　"Alright... anyway, today's a safe period, so bring it on, I'll fuck you until your legs are sore..." Manman 　　laughed lewdly, walking over naked and pushing the boy onto the bed. 　　Manman pressed pause, prompting her sister, "This is a hotel near his house. Back then, he and 　　I often went there, and we'd do it for half a day... Do you know what a safe period is?" 　　Chunjiao shook her head in confusion. She had heard the doctor mention it, but didn't know how to calculate or determine it. 　　When it comes to these topics, Manman is always very professional: "The safe period refers to the 　　infertile period around ovulation, excluding menstruation. In other words, the chance of getting pregnant during this time is very small... It can be 　　detected using the vaginal method, the mucus method, and basal body temperature method, but it's still very risky without a condom!" After saying that, she pressed 　　the play button to continue showing her sister the video. 　　"I like it when you're on top..." the boy said helplessly, lying on the bed 　　. Manman straddled him without any hesitation. 　　Seeing this, Chun Jiao couldn't hide her surprise and exclaimed, "Like this... riding a horse?!" 　　"Hehe! This is the woman-on-top position! Anyway... call it whatever you want, it's like riding a horse." Manman 　　said casually, asking, "You and your brother-in-law haven't tried this position before?" 　　Chun Jiao snorted. In the video, the younger sister was already between the boy's legs, her knees supporting her weight on either side, 　　lifting her not-so-full buttocks up, and reaching down to cup the bright red glans under her buttocks. 　　"Sorry! It's not wet yet... I'm sorry to trouble you..." Manman chuckled, slamming her buttocks 　　down hard. The boy let out a pig-like scream—looking at his sister, her head held high, 　　her face a picture of ecstasy, it seemed the penis was fully inside her. 　　The boy panted heavily below, and Manman held her posture for over ten seconds before 　　her hips began to sway slowly, like a small boat gently rowing on a calm lake. 　　Chun Jiao watched her sister's practiced movements; she didn't seem like a novice, but rather like a seasoned boatman steadily rowing 　　, her slender waist twisting like a willow branch in the wind, so slow, so graceful. 　　The boy seemed unsatisfied with the rhythm, reaching out to grab Manman's buttocks and eagerly 　　pulling her towards his crotch. But Manman's body pressed down on him, making him cry out anxiously, "Please... 　　shake faster...hurry up!" His voice was almost a plea to Manman. 　　So, Manman quickened her pace and began to shake more boldly, a wet, smacking sound coming from beneath her buttocks.

From her haphazard, alluring singing, it was impossible to tell whether she was in pain or joy; her swaying figure
seemed immersed in the enchanting music.
Chun Jiao glanced at the boy below; his hands gripped the sheets tightly, crumpling them,
his teeth clenched, his facial muscles contorted in agony, his expression one of intense pain. He was desperately trying to suppress the irresistible
pleasure, letting out muffled growls. Less than two minutes later, the boy released his grip 　　, letting out a strange "whoop!" and writhing helplessly
beneath Manman like a worm, his face displaying an embarrassed and bizarre expression. 　　Manman continued jumping around, unable to stop, until the man called her. Only then did she open her eyes as if from a dream, 　　asking dejectedly, "Huh... so fast... you came?!" 　　"No condom... sensitive..." the boy explained, looking utterly dejected. Manman tried to lift her buttocks, 　　but he hurriedly stopped her, saying, "Just leave it inside! Don't pull it out, let's continue to the second round. This time... 　　with my semen lubricating it, it should be more slippery..." 　　Seeing this, Chun Jiao's heart pounded wildly, and she couldn't help but curse, "So lewd!" " 　　Hehe! You're right, that's exactly the kind of person he is, shameless!" Manman pressed the pause button again, 　　looked at her sister's nervous look, and reminded her, "From here down, that's the important part, watch carefully!" 　　Chun Jiao continued to look down, and the boy reached out and squeezed his sister's small breasts for a while, gradually 　　calming down, "Let's start now!" he said, his buttocks jiggling as he arched upwards. 　　Manman hummed in response, then began to writhe even more wildly, her body trembling uncontrollably 　　as she cried out loudly, "Ah...ah...it's itchy inside...it feels so good!" It was as if a fire was burning beneath 　　her, making her cheeks flush and her drenched in sweat. 　　Chunjiao held her breath, feeling all the blood rush to her groin, and involuntarily squeezed her legs together. 　　She glanced anxiously at her younger sister, thankfully she hadn't noticed anything amiss with her older sister. 　　"Don't keep shaking your butt, move your waist more..." the boy demanded hoarsely from below, 　　grabbing and pulling at Manman's breasts. Her delicate breasts twisted and deformed in his hands, 　　turning Manman's wanton cries into soft moans... Less than three minutes later, he yelled again 　　, "Hey! Stop! Stop..." 　　Manman had no choice but to stop, panting heavily. Chun Jiao timidly asked from the side, "What are you doing 　　?" 　　"Can't you tell? If I move again, he'll be about to deliver..." Manman explained, 　　a slight blush rising on her face. "It's like driving. You brake at the crucial moment, let the man catch his breath, and once the itch passes 　　, he'll be fine. That way, he can last longer. He can ejaculate after three times—this method of controlling ejaculation has a vivid 　　name: TV series..." 　　"Does that really work?" Chun Jiao asked, still doubtful. On the screen, the boy had already caught his breath and provoked 　　Manman, saying, "Come on! I'm not afraid of you anymore this time. Do whatever you want!" 　　Manman then bent down, raising her buttocks high and then slamming them down. A wet, fleshy penis 　　appeared and disappeared on Manman's buttocks, making a "splat" "splat" sound. Her white, tender folds of flesh were pulled 　　out and then pushed back in. Chun Jiao found it very interesting. 　　"Wow! This feels so good!..." The boy below was thoroughly enjoying himself, his hands behind his head as 　　Manman pounded on him, looking completely relaxed. 　　"I refuse to believe... I can't handle you!" Manman cried out, her hips moving like a motor 　　. In no time, she was drenched in sweat, her fair skin glistening with perspiration. 　　"Ugh... ugh..." the boy groaned, his chest also covered in sweat. He grabbed Manman 　　's hips and slammed down on her, making her scream incessantly. 　　"This TV drama really works!" Chun Jiao muttered softly, a dull ache in her chest. She glanced at 　　the time; twenty minutes had passed without her noticing, and she couldn't help but marvel at herself. 　　"Waaaaah... I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore..." Manman screamed shrilly, suddenly propping herself up and 　　arching her back, her head tilting back like a frozen statue, making a gurgling sound in her throat. 　　"Then... let's do it together!" The boy struggled to his feet and grabbed Manman's waist. After a 　　few thrusts, Manman's buttocks twitched against the boy's hips, her tense body collapsing with 　　the boy's, panting heavily like an octopus on his chest... "Is that... all?" Chunjiao murmured 　　, still wanting more, but too embarrassed to ask. 　　"What else do we want? You always ejaculate prematurely, but this time—it was the most enjoyable time we've ever had! We both 　　reached orgasm..." Manman turned off the computer and went back to the house with her sister. 　　Chun Jiao washed the fruit and brought it over, but her younger sister took a banana and said with a grin, "At the beginning 　　, it's best to use your hands to help your brother-in-law, like this... gently and slowly massage him..." She treated the banana as 　　a man's penis, holding it and moving it up and down a few times. 　　"Oh!" Chun Jiao originally wanted to eat the banana, but her hand trembled and she grabbed an apple and put it in her mouth instead. "I 　　rarely touch Ah Ming there, it's too embarrassing. Is moving it like this... enough?" she asked. 　　"Of course not! When necessary, you also need to use your mouth..." Manman deftly peeled the banana, 　　stuffed the huge banana into her mouth, but didn't bite it off, sucking on it with relish, then pulled it out and 　　licked the banana back and forth with her long tongue... "Enough! Enough! It's disgusting..." Chun 　　Jiao felt a wave of discomfort in her neck and eyes, and almost vomited. She could accept using her hands, but she couldn't even 　　imagine using her mouth. 　　"What are you two afraid of? Nobody's watching anyway. But if you want, I'd like to see!" 　　Manman said with a grin. 　　Chunjiao blushed, spat at her, and scolded, "You shameless thing! You're dreaming..." 　　"Just kidding! It's not real..." Manman giggled, taking a big bite of banana.

She chewed on her food. Ever since she saw her brother-in-law's penis, she couldn't stop thinking about it, and would often have those embarrassing erotic
dreams. "If only Ah Ming wasn't my brother-in-law!" she thought wistfully.
"Hey! What are you thinking about? You look so silly..." Chun Jiao reached out and slapped her face.
Manman came back to her senses, her face burning hot. "I was thinking about you two! To win a man's heart, you must
first win his stomach. Being a good cook is an essential skill for a wife! You've only been married for a little over two months,
there's a long road ahead..."
"Do you even need to tell me that! Isn't your sister's cooking delicious enough?" Chun Jiao said with a smile, then immediately realized
, "Oh dear! You little rascal, are you hungry again?"
While cooking in the kitchen, Chun Jiao was still thinking about what her sister had said, "There's a long road ahead," she thought. That
was so true. Her cooking skills needed further improvement, and she hoped her sister would come over for meals more often.
Surprisingly, after finishing her meal, Manman answered a phone call and left. It was probably yet another boyfriend asking
her out.
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Two hours before Zhiming got off work, Chunjiao was busy in the kitchen again, peeling potatoes and slicing beef.
After about half an hour, she finally started cooking. Watching the steam rise from the pot and listening to
the sizzling sound, Chunjiao happily hummed a song: "La la... la..."—The main dish for dinner was braised
beef with potatoes, and she thought Zhiming would definitely like it.
Although Chunjiao was an expert cook, she still lacked confidence, afraid that the flavor wouldn't be authentic enough
. Every few minutes, she would scoop out a little broth, lick it on her tongue, shake her head, and mutter to herself:
"Hmm... not enough salt, too much soy sauce..." So she added more salt, diluted it with some
water, tasted it again... but it still didn't feel quite right.
Finally, a table full of dishes was ready. Chun Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa, nervously watching the door. As soon as she
heard the doorbell ring, she rushed over like a cheerful bird and opened the door. "You...you're back!" she
said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Wow! It smells so good! What are you cooking?" Zhi Ming smelled the aroma as soon as he entered. He threw off his clothes and went to
the table to look. There was white rice, fragrant beef soup, and several plates of fresh vegetables. "...It makes
my mouth water! I'm going to eat!" he said, picking up a spoon and dipping it into the soup pot.
The test had finally arrived, and Chun Jiao couldn't help but feel nervous. Her heart was pounding—
this was the result of her careful cooking; she hoped Zhi Ming would go easy on her!
Zhiming took a small sip; it was a little hot. He smacked his lips and nodded, saying, "Mmm...not bad, not bad! Delicious
! This is the best braised beef I've ever eaten in my life!"
Chunjiao was overjoyed, but she didn't show it on her face. She asked innocently, "Really? It really
tastes good?"
Zhiming didn't bother answering her anymore, burying his head and wolfing down the rice in one go
. In the blink of an eye, the bowl of rice was empty. "Can I have another bowl, boss?" he called out, holding the empty bowl.
"Hehe..." Chunjiao laughed happily, quickly taking the bowl to refill his bowl. A
wave of happiness washed over her—when they were on dates, she couldn't help but fantasize, "One day, I'll
cook for this man!" Heaven had eyes; her wish had finally come true.
Zhiming ate four bowls in a row, burping contentedly as he said, "I've often heard people say that cooking and making love are similar
. A skilled bathhouse girl is like a top-notch restaurant, while a wife or girlfriend is like everyday meals—that
's not true, my wife is both! I really wish I could eat your cooking every night..."
"Come on! You're so glib, I don't like hearing that!" Chunjiao scolded, secretly thanking her sister
. "As long as you don't get tired of it, I'll cook for you every day..." she said.
"Not only do I want to eat your cooking, but I also want to eat you!" Zhiming grinned mischievously, suddenly pulling Chunjiao's
head close and kissing her.
"You're so naughty..." Chunjiao pushed him away shyly, complaining, "You smell like stewed beef and potatoes on your breath,
aren't you going to wipe it off?"
"Haha..." Zhiming scratched his head awkwardly, "Then... I'll go wash up now, you
wait for me in bed!" he said, standing up.
"No!" Chun Jiao quickly grabbed him, her face flushed. "Today...it's my period, we can't
do it, I'm sorry..."
"Your period?!" Zhi Ming asked, facing this question for the first time. Chun Jiao nodded gently and hummed
in agreement. "Then forget it? We'll do it again next time...but how long will it take?" he said dejectedly.
"It just came this afternoon, maybe three or four days, maybe seven or eight days? Who knows..." Chun Jiao
muttered softly. Zhi Ming snorted in dissatisfaction, and she panicked: "Don't be like that! There's a long road ahead
! Next time...next time I'll make it up to you!"
Chapter Sixteen: Love and Chaos at the KTV The next day at work, Zhi Ming brought the leftover potato and beef stew from last night to make lunch. From then on, 　　Chun Jiao took care of
his lunches. 　　That noon, as usual, Zhiming took his lunchbox to the cafeteria and had it 　　heated in the microwave. Returning to his seat, he was startled when a familiar female voice called out from behind, 　　" 　　Come quick! Aming's wife made him a lovingly prepared lunchbox!" 　　Zhiming turned to see his colleague, Afang. Blushing, he glared at her and said, "What's the big deal 　　? It's leftovers..." 　　Several close colleagues quickly gathered around, eagerly inhaling 　　the steam rising from the lunchbox. "This guy! He really knows how to enjoy life. He's not in our league anymore!" 　　they joked. 　　Zhiming smiled wryly, being pushed and shoved around by several hands, making it difficult to sit still. Just then, a voice came from the crowd: 　　"What do you guys think? After work, why don't you keep A-Ming here to drink with us? I doubt he'd prioritize women over his friends..." 　　"What?!" Zhiming exclaimed. These scoundrels were resorting to such underhanded tactics. "How 　　can we do that...?" he said, troubled.

Immediately, someone protested, "Why not?! Can't you leave your wife for one night?" This caused
everyone to burst into laughter.
Zhiming's face flushed purple, and he shook his head helplessly, saying, "Fine! Fine! Really... I'll have
a drink with you all, okay?"—Since Chunjiao started her period, he hadn't had sex for a whole night.
Last night, Zhiming couldn't hold back any longer, and before going to sleep, he shamelessly begged Chunjiao, "Just once,
just once... okay?"
"What are you thinking?! What are you going to do with all that blood?" Chunjiao said irritably.
Zhiming wasn't giving up, so he found some newspaper and spread it on the bed, "Look! Like this will do..." he
said, thinking he was being clever.
"What an idiot! Even if you knew, you should at least put down a blanket!" Chun Jiao said. Zhi Ming then spread a blanket on the newspaper
. "You really think I'm having a fire sale?! You're heartless!" Chun Jiao scolded angrily, then
slept on the sofa with a quilt, leaving Zhi Ming lying pitifully on the bed all night.
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Near the end of the workday, Chun Jiao called Zhi Ming's company. Zhi Ming said he was going out to
dinner with colleagues and might be late. "Sorry..." he said on the other end of the phone.
Chun Jiao was full of displeasure. She grunted and hung up the phone. Normally, she wouldn't
call Zhi Ming first, but she made an exception today, just wanting to let him know to come home early because she was sure her dreaded
period was over.
"Sigh—it's like I'm begging him, so embarrassing..." Chun Jiao sighed deeply, leaning back
on the sofa, her legs swinging off the edge, her mind wandering: "Huh! He said he was going
out to dinner with his colleagues, is it with the female colleagues from the company? Are they going to drink? What if they get drunk...?" But
she immediately realized how ridiculous she was, shaking her head and muttering to herself, "...Ah Ming isn't that kind of person, I
shouldn't have doubted him! It's just that staying at home alone watching TV is so boring! So dull!"
Chun Jiao guessed correctly, Zhi Ming's group consisted of six people, three men and three women. They drank some baijiu (Chinese liquor) during dinner, but weren't
satisfied, so they went to the nearby "Ya Ge KTV" and booked a large private room to drink beer, singing and drinking, having a great time
!
Ah Fang also came, unwittingly forming a couple with Zhi Ming—the other two male companions already had someone with them
. After a few drinks, Afang leaned closer and, under the cover of the noise, whispered in Zhiming's ear, "Actually
... I've had feelings for you for a long time..." The strong smell of alcohol filled Zhiming's nostrils.
"Why... are you suddenly saying this?" Zhiming was taken aback. He was already married, and she was still saying this after the fact.
"Before... I always wanted to get close to you, but you wouldn't give me a chance! Now it's too late..." He gulped
down half a bottle of beer, choking and tears streaming down his face.
Unexpectedly, another female colleague overheard and loudly defended Afang: "How can you blame Afang?
Before you got married, you were so aloof and looked down on everyone. Who would dare to put their face on your cold backside?... Now
that you're married, your personality is much more cheerful, and you've become handsome too..." It was Afang's best friend, Xiuxiu, who spoke.
"Yes! Yes!" another woman chimed in. This woman, Alan, was also Afang's best friend.
The three were inseparable at the company, and their colleagues had given them the nickname "The Gossip Trio."
Seeing all three women agreeing, the two male colleagues immediately became jealous, grumbling, "It's really
strange. Are married men some kind of rare treasure that everyone's fighting over?"
"What's so strange about that?! Married men... give you a sense of trust and security that you
bachelors can't learn!" Afang rolled her eyes at the two male colleagues, then turned to look at Zhiming. Zhiming's
face was flushed, and he lowered his head, sipping his beer slowly. "Uh... I'm not afraid of being married. You can
have an affair with me!" Afang said softly, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
"An affair?!" Like a bomb falling beside him, Zhiming stared at her in astonishment for a full half minute
—he had never thought of betraying Chunjiao. Not knowing how to answer Afang, he coughed dryly twice,
got up, and sat down at the karaoke machine opposite him, stealing glances at Afang while selecting songs.
Afang had short, neck-length hair, jet black and glossy. On her lovely almond-shaped face, a pair of clear,
bright eyes blinked, with arched eyebrows, long eyelashes, and double eyelids. She wore no eyeshadow or
false eyelashes, and under the flashing neon lights, she was quite attractive. Tonight, she wore a pink, knee-length, fitted, thin-sleeved
dress, her ample breasts protruding high beneath the skirt… “Perhaps, there’s already
the look of a mature woman in there…” Zhiming was lost in thought when Afang suddenly saw him and waved, saying,
“Request a song for me, ‘Hiroshima Mon Amour,’ I’ll sing it…” Zhiming smiled awkwardly and requested a version of
“Hiroshima Mon Amour” sung by Karen Mok.
Afang stood up from her seat, straightened the hem of her skirt that was wrinkled from being pressed against her hips, grabbed the microphone, and began to sing.
Her small, full lips opened and closed like budding flower petals, producing a melodious voice
. A pair of cute, white rabbit teeth appeared and disappeared, her delicate nose and smooth hair
trembled slightly with her voice, as did her pert buttocks, and her two long, straight white legs swayed beneath the skirt
—what beautiful legs! Her figure was well-proportioned, her skin delicate and snow-white, gleaming alluringly under the colorful spotlights
. Her firm, powerful breasts swayed rhythmically as she sang, glancing affectionately at Zhiming, stirring his heart and
captivating him. He was mesmerized, mesmerized… The song ended, the drinks were finished, and everyone clapped
and shouted, “Well sung! Well sung! Great…” Afang suggested dancing, so Zhiming changed to a
DJ track. The intense beat filled the room, and everyone involuntarily left the sofas, swaying
to the center, dancing under the shimmering, hazy light of the crystal chandelier.
Zhiming joined in, but the other women ignored him. Only Afang swayed and twisted around him,
constantly pressing her body against him. Soft touches and warmth emanated from her through his clothes
, spreading through Zhiming's body like an electric current.
Zhiming glanced nervously at his four colleagues. The two couples had jumped and hopped into the corner of the private room.
In the dim light, he could see the dark-skinned men rolling around on the women's breasts, and he
could vaguely hear the women's labored breathing... "These damn guys! Could it be... that they're going to do it right here
?" The thought flashed through Zhiming's mind, and his crotch began to stir—Afang was pressed against
him, her buttocks sticking out and twisting vigorously! Her plump buttocks rubbed against Zhiming's crotch, and his penis
, uncooperative, quickly formed a high tent in his pants, throbbing painfully.
"Hmm..." Zhiming groaned, taking a step back. As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Afang
reached out and accurately grabbed his hard penis, while she continued to jump around with unrestrained pleasure.
"Ouch!" Zhiming exclaimed, his heart pounding. He cautiously reached for the woman's buttocks
, but the moment his hand touched the firm, elastic flesh, Afang reacted as if electrocuted, turning around and
pinching the back of his hand. Zhiming was utterly bewildered: "She can touch herself, but why can't I touch her?
What... what does this woman mean?"
Confused, Zhiming turned to look at the man and woman in the corner: under the rapidly moving, colorful lights
of the crystal chandelier, their pale bodies were huddled together, like a white python writhing, struggling, and moaning... "They're
really going for it so quickly! They're incredibly audacious!" Zhiming thought jealously.
"Look at me..." Afang murmured, placing her hands on Zhiming's shoulders, pressing her breasts tightly against his
chest. She swayed on her tiptoes, her intoxicated gaze fixed on the couple in the corner, past Zhiming's shoulder
. The lewd sounds coming from the corner grew clearer, and Afang's breathing became increasingly
rapid. Her grip on Zhiming's shoulders tightened, her nails almost digging into his flesh.
Zhiming knew without a doubt what she had seen. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. "This girl
... could she be aroused?" he thought, and he cautiously reached out. This time, Afang didn't
twist his hand; he simply pulled her full buttocks against his groin.
Afang let out a soft moan, clinging limply to Zhiming, and whispered in his ear
, "Tell me! What does your wife... look like? Is she prettier than me?"
"Hmm?...Why do you ask that? Does it matter?" Zhiming didn't want to discourage her, so he pressed his advantage
, lifting the hem of her skirt and carefully tracing her warm back upwards. Her smooth back
was covered in slippery beads of sweat, like it was coated with oil—perhaps from her energetic dancing
.
"Oh...this little bump, that must be her shoulder blade?" Zhiming felt the soft hair brush
against his palm, tickling him slightly.
Afang rested her chin on Zhiming's shoulder, her lithe waist twisting like a water snake, constantly
rubbing her thighs against Zhiming's "tent," her eyes fixed on the spectacle in the corner. "I want you
to tell me... who's prettier, me or your wife?!" she said, her hot breath spraying
into Zhiming's ear, her tone clearly quite intoxicated.
Zhiming gasped, momentarily at a loss. He couldn't say the wrong thing at this crucial moment, but he couldn't
bring himself to say that Chunjiao wasn't as pretty as her. "She's very ordinary..." he could only say, as he lifted
the woman's legs off the ground, holding her hips, and staggered backward step by step towards the sofa, bumping into
the long table full of empty wine bottles with a loud clatter.
"Bring it to me when you have time..." Afang murmured as she straddled Zhiming, reaching out to turn off
the button above her head. The private room immediately went dark, with only colorful light spots floating around. The dim yellow
light from the corridor shone into the doorway, illuminating a patch at the foot of the door. The moaning continued in the corner.
"Okay...okay...definitely!" Zhiming said hoarsely. Without the light, he became bolder, his hand
brazenly slipping inside her skirt, searching for Afang's proud breasts.
The moment he grasped the warm, soft, plump breasts, Zhiming's heart nearly leaped out of his throat: "These are just like Chun Jiao's, they feel
so good in my hands!"
Afang was also frightened, her body trembling. "Hurry up..." Afang said, impatiently pressing down on
the back of Zhiming's hand, guiding his palm to rotate a few times. Zhiming then boldly began to knead, kneading until the woman
cried out in moaning and groaning. Her soft palm, like a snake's head, burrowed into Zhiming's waistband, but the belt was too tight,
getting stuck and preventing it from going down further.
"Wait a minute..." Zhiming struggled to sit up, loosened his tie, snapped open his
belt buckle, quickly pulled out the belt and tossed it aside, pulled his pants down to his thighs, and his manhood, in the shifting light
, slanted upwards between his legs. Afang, huddled to the side, stared at the penis without blinking.
"What are you looking at... Come on!" he said, reaching out to pull Afang.
"What's the rush... I haven't taken my clothes off yet!" Afang slumped onto the sofa, rolled up her skirt to her waist, and curled
her legs up, revealing a white triangle at the base of her thighs. Afang grabbed the white triangle, gently lifted her buttocks
, and the triangle changed its strange shape, sliding down her beautiful, slightly darker thigh, past her knee,
out her foot, and flying to the top of the sofa back.
"Come in..." Afang beckoned to him, one leg curled up and hanging over the back of the sofa, the other
long leg dangling over the edge, revealing a small, dark patch between her legs.
Unfortunately, the light wasn't bright enough, making it difficult to see clearly. Zhiming leaned closer to look;
beneath the dark pubic hair was a grayish-white slit... In a corner not far away, the confused moans, muffled growls, and
the rhythmic sounds of thrusting grew louder and louder. Blood rushed through Zhiming's veins, his heart
pounding like a drum... "Hurry up! What's the use of just looking..." Afang's voice seemed to have changed
completely, soft and sweet, making Zhiming's heart tremble. As she spoke, she struggled to pull Zhiming backward
. He fell forward, and two soft arms wrapped around his neck like vines, the scent of perfume mingling with...
The aroma of beer filled the air, and his erect penis pressed against something soft, causing Afang to tremble.
She cried out urgently, "Get it in, get it in..." "
The arrow is on the bowstring, it must be released!" Zhiming had no choice but to act! He thrust his hips wildly between the woman's thighs
, the wet flesh and rough hair rubbing against his glans with an intense itch. Afang pulled her buttocks back, spreading
her legs wider, but his penis still couldn't penetrate. "Damn it! It's not like this is my first time...
" Zhiming muttered, his anxiety growing as he faltered at the crucial moment.
"Don't panic! Don't panic... relax..." Afang clung tightly to the man's shoulders,
moaning softly, biting his shoulder, holding her breath and waiting... Suddenly, a long
scream came from the corner. Was it Xiuxiu or Alan reaching the peak of pleasure? The sound was full of happiness and contentment.
The two couldn't help but smile at each other. Zhiming looked up and saw his phone flash twice on the table, then
vibrate twice before a melodious ringtone started playing… “Oh no! Something’s wrong…” Zhiming tumbled off the sofa
—he knew without a doubt it was Chun Jiao calling! He grabbed the phone, took a deep breath to hold his
churning air, and slowly exhaled a long breath before pressing the answer button
and putting it to his ear.
“Ah Ming, it’s almost ten o’clock, how much longer do you have?” Chun Jiao asked on the other end of the line, sounding quite
displeased.
“Soon! Soon… I’ll be back soon!” Zhiming tried to tell her in a calm tone. Chun Jiao
didn’t say anything and clicked the phone down. Zhiming’s heart skipped a beat. He threw down his phone, grabbed his belt, and
frantically groped to put it on, the loud music still blaring in his ears.
"Hey!...What's going on?" Afang asked anxiously from the sofa, running her fingers through her messy short hair.
"She was fine, and then she just quit..." she said, her voice full of confusion and resentment.
"She's not coming..." Zhiming's mood plummeted, his penis obediently and gradually shrinking in his pants. He clearly
sensed that Chunjiao was angry, but he didn't know why. He said dryly, "I'm sorry...my wife
called!"
"Sigh..." Afang sighed, shuffled off the sofa, and rustled as she put on her white panties.
In the corner, two couples had finished. Two buttons clicked, and the lights in the private room instantly blared. Zhiming
squinted, unable to open his eyes, wishing he could disappear into the ground as deep as possible.
"What happened? Zhiming..." Everyone gathered around, asking questions all at once. Afang covered her face and
ran out of the private room, sobbing. For some reason, at this moment, hearing their voices, Zhiming felt
an overwhelming sense of disgust and nausea. "Listen, we have to hurry, I have to go!" he yelled impatiently
, stumbling towards the door of the private room.
"Honestly... why are you so angry? They just want to sleep with you, they didn't cause your family to break up..." The group
followed behind, making a ruckus. Seeing Zhiming staggering and unsteady, they rushed forward to support him.
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Downstairs, a BMW sped up and screeched to a halt in front of them. "Ah
Ming!" Chun Jiao called out from the car window, opening the door and smiling as she walked towards them. "Chun Jiao... you're finally here!" Zhiming was overjoyed, breaking free from their arms and rushing over 　　to hug Chun Jiao
tightly . 　　"Don't you know how long he's been waiting?!" Chun Jiao scolded, loosening her tie and taking out a handkerchief 　　to carefully wipe his face, saying with concern, "You can't even hold your liquor, and you drank so much... you 　　can't even walk!" 　　"Wow! Is this his wife? She's so beautiful... and drives such a high-end car! I'm so envious 　　!" Two male colleagues behind her stared in amazement, looking Chun Jiao up and down. Xiu Xiu and 　　A Lan, feeling inferior, muttered with immense jealousy, "Ah! What a beauty! Such fair and beautiful skin 　　, such a big bust... It's a pity A Fang didn't see her..." 　　Chun Jiao helped Zhi Ming into the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, turned around and smiled sweetly at everyone, 　　saying politely, "Thank you so much, everyone! A Ming really can't hold his liquor, so he can't keep up with you all..." 　　"It's okay! It's okay... We're happy..." the four said anxiously, watching helplessly as this 　　beautiful woman got into the car, dragged poor Zhiming around, and sped away. 　　Halfway there, the green light flashed, and Chun Jiao stopped the car, calling out "Ah Ming." Zhiming mumbled a "hmm," 　　opening his red eyes. "What did you call me for... Are we home yet?" he asked. 　　"A little longer. I have a question for you... Are there that many girls in your company?" Chun Jiao asked casually 　　, her eyes fixed on the pedestrians crossing the zebra crossing ahead. 　　"Ah..." Zhiming's heart tightened. He scratched the back of his head, muttering nervously, "Not many... 　　The ones you saw were all that kind of thing, and there's a serious shortage..." In his heart, he secretly rejoiced that Ah Fang had run away 　　quickly. 　　"Hmm..." Chun Jiao shifted gears, started the engine, and drove off. Amidst the roar of the engine, she shouted, 　　"Next time! If there's another party like this, I can't let you go alone... I want to go too!" 　　"...Okay!" Zhi Ming reluctantly agreed, letting out a long sigh of relief. Now that he was married, 　　he couldn't act like those bachelors! But then he thought, "With such a beautiful and virtuous wife 　　, what need is there for me to be unfaithful? It's best to avoid picking roses by the roadside!"

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