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Counterattack: The Process of Training My Beloved Wife
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Chapter 1: An Incompatible Marriage
I think: In six months, I will probably lose my wife.
I love my wife, but unfortunately, she doesn't seem to love me.
My wife and I are not a good match; we are mismatched in every way. I am 1.72 meters tall, with an average appearance. My only redeeming quality is my very bright and expressive eyes (when we were dating, my wife often said that my eyes were the most beautiful part of me—sharp and piercing). My wife is a rare beauty, with distinct features, a tall figure (1.73 meters barefoot), large breasts, round hips, a slim waist, and exceptionally fair skin. When she takes off her clothes, she looks like a ball of snow. (My wife's maternal grandfather was a German engineer, so strictly speaking, my wife has one-quarter German ancestry.) My wife is a stunning beauty, inheriting the best features of both her parents and possessing a touch of mixed-race charm. She's not only beautiful but also talented. A graduate of Fudan University and a certified public accountant, she's already the head of the finance department at a well-known foreign company in Hangzhou at just 28, earning significantly more than me. Her family is quite prestigious in Hangzhou; while not a wealthy clan, they are a respected local family. Her father is a renowned professor at a Hangzhou university, still handsome and refined despite being nearly fifty. Her mother is a deputy director of the municipal tax bureau, a position of power, though not high-ranking.
With such a family, such parents, and such talent and beauty, in today's internet parlance, my wife is a typical "rich, beautiful, and successful" woman.
As for me, I graduated from a second-rate university, work for a second-rate company, and earn a second-rate salary. I'm not bad, but I'm not particularly outstanding either. Someone like me—well, the current popular term seems to be "loser" or "fat, ugly, and ugly" (describing appearance)—my wife marrying me was purely accidental.
Given my wife's figure, looks, and family background, she and I, a pseudo-middle-class but truly pathetic guy
, should have had absolutely no connection. I'm 30 years old this year, still working as a marketing director in a mediocre private company, earning just over 200,000 yuan a year, which is nothing in the extravagant city of Hangzhou. But fate is a bastard, making my wife meet me, a wolf in sheep's clothing, at the most beautiful age of 25.
Before meeting me, my wife had a deeply unforgettable first love.
Her first love was handsome, tall, rich, and tall, 1.85 meters, with a family fortune that, while not extremely wealthy, was still barely over 100 million yuan.
My wife and her first love were head over heels in love, and they were even discussing marriage when her first love made a serious mistake: one night, after returning from a happy night at a bar, emboldened by alcohol, he drove his sports car on the main roads of Hangzhou, drifting sideways. Unsurprisingly, at an intersection, he caused the death of one family member and injuries to two others.
After this incident, to avoid jail time, the father of my wife's first love went to great lengths. That very night, he found someone to take the blame and secretly sent my wife's handsome and wealthy boyfriend abroad to lay low.
The boyfriend had killed someone in a car accident, avoiding jail time, but his marriage to my wife was over.
My wife undoubtedly loved her boyfriend very much, and his departure devastated her.
After he left, she suffered for a long time and, to alleviate her loneliness, developed a habit of going to bars.
It was in these chaotic places that my wife unfortunately met me.
At the time, I was just a small-time salesman, making a living by cheating clients and occasionally doing petty theft with my cousin, who was involved in organized crime. As a salesman, not knowing how to go to bars would be a dereliction of duty; I knew Hangzhou's nightclubs and bars like the back of my hand. When I was lonely, I often tried my luck in these places to find lonely women for a one-night stand.
I will always remember that night, the night I met my wife.
That night, my future wife danced wildly on the dance floor. Her figure was like a snake, her dance moves like a demon, her skin like snow, arousing the desire of almost every man in the bar.
That night, my wife got drunk, completely drunk. While dancing in the bar, she suddenly went limp. At least ten men wanted to pounce on her as her protectors, but only I succeeded.
That night, I defeated all the lecherous men who were eyeing my wife and successfully took her to a hotel. You must be wondering, am I really that awesome? Hehe, if you knew my cousin was the bartender, you wouldn't be surprised why I ended up with my wife.
That night, I didn't hesitate. Taking advantage of my wife's drunkenness, I skillfully stripped her naked. Looking at my wife's snow-white, sexy body, I hesitated for only three seconds before pouncing on her.
That night, I was surprised to discover: my wife was a virgin, a genuine virgin.
That was the first time I had sex with a virgin. I was very surprised. I felt I had to give this virgin an explanation, because she wasn't one of those sluts I had slept with before.
The next morning, after waking up, to my surprise, my wife didn't yell at me for taking her virginity. Perhaps, having lost her boyfriend, she intentionally wanted to have some fun with a random man that night, but I ended up getting the better end of the deal.
I didn't want to let go of this amazing woman I'd had a one-night stand with. That morning, when this beautiful Snow White calmly looked at me and said goodbye, I realized I had truly fallen in love with her. I told myself: I must have this woman. I
secretly followed her, finding her residence (an upscale community) and her workplace (a well-known foreign company). I adopted a long-term strategy.
I observed her for a whole week, making sure she didn't have a boyfriend (or that her boyfriend wasn't around) before I began my pursuit.
Every day when she left work, I would appear before her at the opportune moment, give her a flower, smile slightly, and turn away.
At first, this woman, who later became my wife, would throw the flowers away in front of me. Later, she would hold the flowers and stare at me blankly. Then, she would occasionally give me a smile in response. Finally, one day, she took the flowers from me, looked at me shyly, and asked, "Why haven't you said anything?"
To her question, I gave her a prepared answer: "I gave myself a deadline. If I sent you flowers for a month straight and still couldn't get you to speak, I would give up. Today is the twenty-ninth day, and you finally spoke. Today, I've decided to pursue you."
This alluring woman laughed happily: "Wasn't that pursuing you before?"
I smiled: "No, it was just a test, a test to see if you had a chance for me to pursue you!"
My wife and I officially dated for three months before getting married.
Almost everyone around us opposed our marriage, including my cousin.
He told me, "Brother, this woman is too beautiful. She's not someone for people like us. You can play around, but why get married?"
My wife's parents subtly hinted, "Here's a million dollars, disappear from our daughter's life!"
My wife only has one thing in common with me: her stubborn, unyielding nature. The more her family opposes it, the more determined she is to be with me. I've always felt that my wife's whirlwind marriage wasn't because she truly loved me, but for two reasons: 1. She couldn't forget her first love, but he was somewhere overseas, and she needed someone to help her forget him; I could at least make her happy. 2. After her first love went abroad, her parents kept trying to arrange her marriage, which greatly angered her. She needed a tool to fight against her parents, and I was a perfect tool. See, I'm not marrying the rich, handsome guy you've chosen; I'm going to find a loser to disgust you all.
My marriage with my wife was never blessed by anyone from the very beginning! But I didn't care. Even though I knew my wife didn't love me, I still clung to hope. After getting married, I reformed myself and tried my best to be a good husband, hoping to maintain this mismatched marriage.
Our marriage has lasted for three years now. Objectively speaking, we are respectful and harmonious, like most couples. Our marriage is peaceful and sweet (at least I thought so). However, three days ago, reality ruthlessly shattered my illusions.
Three days ago, in the morning, my wife, who had become increasingly sexy and alluring under my care since our marriage, suddenly asked me in a strange and slightly guilty tone: "Husband, if—I mean, if—I suddenly had to leave you one day, would you hate me?" I know my wife. Essentially, she is a high-IQ, low-EQ person (otherwise, she wouldn't have been fooled by a loser like me). After three years together, I can basically see through any lie she tells me.
I could tell from her words that she was serious. Although she tried her best to hide it, she really wanted a divorce.
My heart turned to ice, but I forced a smile, a bright and sunny one: "Wife, I love you. I'd be devastated if you left me!" For the next few days, I remained outwardly calm, but secretly, I observed my wife's every move and even stole her QQ and MSN passwords.
Three days later, by checking the chat history, the truth came out: six months later, my wife's first love was returning to China.
During the three years of our marriage, her first love's father had finally managed to influence the deceased's family and the police, resulting in the withdrawal of the lawsuit, allowing her first love to return to China openly. During
this time, her first love had been relentlessly appealing to her emotions on MSN, urging her to divorce me; even more absurdly, her parents were also encouraging her to divorce me quickly and rekindle her relationship with her first love.
Torn between her first love and parents, and a husband she didn't love, my wife, as a woman, made the unsurprising choice.
She planned to confront me in six months and file for divorce.
In an instant, the dream shattered, and reality was laid bare before me like ice.
The whole world was abandoning me!
If the whole world was going to abandon me, then I wouldn't mind dragging the world down with me.
Chapter Two: My Wife's Sexual Secrets
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. If you want to hurt someone, you must first know their weaknesses.
Does my wife have weaknesses?
She is talented and beautiful, her family is powerful and influential, and she is intelligent enough. From all aspects, she is not someone who can be easily dealt with.
However, everyone has weaknesses.
So, I have to find them.
Time is tight. In six months, my wife's first love will return to China, leaving me only six months.
Within six months, I must find a way to win back my wife's heart.
My wife has a habit of keeping a diary, and she jots down a few lines almost every night before going to bed. Before, out of love for her, I tried my best to respect her privacy; now, my wife, since you have made up your mind to abandon me, don't blame me for being heartless.
I secretly dug out my wife's diary. Her diary contains almost everything, from work and life to even her sex life. Reading her diary shocked me.
From it, my wife was very grateful to me. Although she didn't love me, my gentleness and consideration since our marriage had deeply moved her. She admitted in her diary that if it weren't for her first love, I would indeed be a good husband. But that wasn't the main point. The main point was the description of our sex life in the diary.
After marriage, my wife wasn't very satisfied with our sex life. She would have orgasms with me, but it always felt like something was missing.
According to her, she felt I was too gentle and too considerate of her needs in bed. Although it was always pleasurable, she didn't know why, and orgasms were difficult to achieve.
In fact, especially in the third year of our marriage, she gradually began to feel tired of my unchanging gentleness and consideration. She felt I was more like family than husband.
Lately, when we were intimate, she often fantasized about being with her first love to reach orgasm. She even started fantasizing about her first love roughly raping her, and whenever she thought of this scene, she would quickly reach orgasm.
My wife's diary was a huge shock to me. I finally realized that my gentleness, consideration, and even pampering over the past three years couldn't fully satisfy her inner desires. My wife is a woman who appears noble and elegant on the outside but is wild on the inside.
Hehehe, wife, so you're a masochist! Since you've suppressed your sexual desires for three years, then, on the eve of our marriage's collapse, I don't mind satisfying your sexual desires by doing some S.
Hmm, the wife's training plan is about to begin.
I'm well-prepared: a vibrator, a dildo, aphrodisiacs, Viagra, and even rope.
Perhaps because my wife has decided to divorce me in six months, she's been exceptionally virtuous and obedient to me during this time. Very good, this guilty conscience of hers will make my training of her even more helpful.
Training step one: make her orgasm, multiple orgasms.
According to my wife's diary, since we got married, she has always forced herself to suppress her orgasms during sex, and after each orgasm, she refuses to have sex with me again. I don't know why, but my wife finds it hard to relax around me; she always tries to maintain a "Snow White" persona (because she's fair-skinned, I often call her "Snow White" during sex, and she, being slightly taller than me, often calls me "dwarf" in return). I carefully chose the day after her period (a day when I could ejaculate inside her without a condom) to implement my "training" plan.
That evening, I went home early, prepared my wife's favorite dishes, and opened a bottle of red wine (of course, with a little aphrodisiac added). That night, my wife was in a good mood and happily drank the whole bottle of red wine (I only had a small glass). After dinner, my wife was clearly aroused and pulled me to bed early.
While showering, I secretly took a Viagra pill.
At first, it was normal marital sex, but that night, under the influence of aphrodisiacs and Viagra, my wife was particularly uninhibited, and I lasted exceptionally long.
After three orgasms, my wife's sexy and alluring body was flushed, while I had only ejaculated once, still full of stamina.
My wife was clearly very satisfied with my performance today. She hugged me affectionately, saying, "Little dwarf, you did a great job today! I feel so good." I gently stroked her smooth, white back, and she let out a languid, cat-like sound of pleasure. I seized the opportunity to make my request: "Honey, how about we go a little wild today?
How about I tie you up and do some lovemaking later?" My wife hesitated for a moment, but under the influence of alcohol and aphrodisiacs, her resistance was clearly not as strong as usual: "No, honey, I've already had a great time today. Weren't you satisfied just now? How about I give you a blowjob?" We've been married for three years, and my wife rarely gives me oral sex. Today, she was unusually willing to offer her not-so-skilled, gentle touch, but I forced myself to refuse. My ambitions are far greater than what my wife's simple oral skills can satisfy.
Without batting an eye, I fired my first shot: "Honey, we've been married for three years, and I've always been the one going along with you. Let's go a little crazy today, okay?
Lately, I feel like you don't love me anymore. Are you hiding something from me?" Hearing this, my wife visibly trembled. She glanced at me with hazy eyes, filled with guilt.
After a moment, she seemed to understand something and whispered, "Okay, honey. You can go crazy however you want today, but be gentle with me later!" I took out the soft rope I had prepared beforehand. Under the light, the black rope resembled a serpent of desire.
Gently and carefully, I used the black rope to tie my wife's hands to the headboard and one leg to the footboard. Thus, my wife's snow-white, voluptuous body was fully stretched out under the rope's influence.
Under the light, my wife's body was snow-white and voluptuous. Her high breasts, slender waist, long, straight legs, and the alluring black pubic hair between her legs formed the ultimate expression of a man's sexual fantasy.
To ease my wife's nervousness (after all, it was her first time being tied up), I gently began foreplay. My teeth and hands caressed her curvaceous body, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, while my mouth teased her hidden masochistic nerves: "My Snow White, you're so sexy and alluring tonight. Look, your ugly little dwarf is going to fuck you with this ugly big cock now. Look, this big cock is going in, going in." "My first training session was an extraordinary success. Under my stimulation, my wife's genitals quickly became wet. Ignoring her protests, I forcefully spread her thighs and carefully examined her thick, bright red vulva with both hands.
Under my almost brutal actions, my wife seemed extremely aroused: 'Husband, husband, I feel so uncomfortable, come quickly, come quickly! Don't look, ah, don't spread them open to look, don't touch them with your hands, ahhh!'" Simply stimulating my wife's clitoris with my hand was enough to bring her to orgasm quickly, hahaha, looks like my fingers have the potential to become golden fingers.
Not to be outdone, I took out a blindfold and, despite my wife's protests, blindfolded her.
After being blindfolded, my wife seemed a little scared (after all, I, her good husband, had never treated her like this before), but her body seemed even more sensitive.
I took out a vibrator, and while continuing to stimulate my wife's clitoris, I inserted the vibrator into her vagina.
Near her G-spot, I slowly increased the power of the vibrator while my fingers continuously stimulated her clitoris.
Faced with my double attack, after initial resistance, my wife completely succumbed . Lost in this slightly sadistic sexual frenzy.
Finally, without even my penis penetrating her, my wife, with the help of my fingers and toys, reached her first consecutive orgasm.
One orgasm, two orgasms, three orgasms…
the duration of her orgasms became shorter and shorter; often, she would just reach a small orgasm before I forcefully pushed her into a second one. The continuous orgasms left my wife screaming on the bed; she wanted to dodge, to escape, to struggle, but the black rope tightly bound her, preventing her from escaping the continuous orgasms.
Just as my wife was about to reach her peak, I suddenly shoved my long-erect penis into her wet vagina, and her extremely thirsty little mouth swallowed my entire penis. She held it in her mouth, the fleshy buds of her vagina tightly gripping my penis. I thrust wildly, the vibrating egg pushed to the very tip of her vagina.
After over a hundred thrusts, I turned the vibrating egg to maximum power and adjusted my penis's position, pounding into my wife's cervix.
Just a few dozen thrusts later, my wife let out a deafening scream. Her beautiful face contorted, her body tensed, and her vagina spasmed violently. Moments later, I felt a surge of heat in my lower body, and a powerful gush of hot fluid erupted from deep within her.
Damn, my wife had an orgasm!
I hurriedly pulled out my penis and forcefully spread her thighs after her orgasm. Good heavens, both of her legs... She was trembling, the sheets beneath her were soaked, and an indescribable pungent smell filled the room.
This was my wife's first orgasm, a huge success for a husband like me. I think there aren't many men in the world who can make their wives pee!
I'm a real man, I'm proud, I'm honored!
That night, because my wife's orgasm was so profuse, half the sheets in the master bedroom were soaked, and my wife and I had to go to the study to sleep in the middle of the night.
The next morning, my wife, now fully awake, looked at me with a complicated expression, and her first words were: "You were so naughty last night, so naughty!"
I gently pulled her into my arms, my lips tracing her smooth, white body, and I murmured: "Wife, making love is a wonderful thing, let's not hide it anymore, let's just open up from now on, okay?" "My heart sneered: First step of training successful, second step initiation!
Chapter Three: Make your body fall in love with me.
Once the box of desire is opened, it can never be contained.
Similarly, once certain things between husband and wife are laid bare, there's no need to hide them anymore.
Last night, towards the end, my wife clearly began to enjoy some of my training, even slowly starting to cater to me.
It was also on this night that I was surprised to discover: women often need strong conquest rather than soft tenderness.
Wife, from now on, I will love you in a different way!
The next day, I secretly read my wife's diary again and was pleasantly surprised to find that she had recorded her recent psychological changes: 27th, sunny.
When I woke up this morning, my whole body was sore, but the soreness felt good.
Last night, my husband was like a devil, torturing me with things I had only ever seen in porn. He tied me up and stimulated me with those round, electric things." I bit myself, and he rubbed my genitals hard; perhaps out of guilt, I didn't resist, but in the end, maybe I just didn't want to resist anymore!
We've been married for three years, and only last night did I experience my first orgasm, like a tidal wave—it was truly amazing!
I think I was really wanton last night, but it felt so good.
For three years of marriage, I've constantly asked myself, do I love this man? Even though he's incredibly good to me!
The thing I regret most in my life is not giving him my virginity before he went abroad.
I love my boyfriend, I love him to the core. I thought we would eventually marry and live happily ever after like the princess and prince in all fairy tales. For this love, I suppressed my desires, wanting to save my virginity for him on our wedding night.
But then he had an accident and had to go abroad, and I, sigh, I unwittingly gave my virginity to a stranger, and this man eventually became my husband.
Everyone opposed our marriage; my parents constantly criticized me for making the wrong choice.
A mistake, perhaps it really was! Now that my boyfriend can finally come back home, I think it might really be time to correct this flawed marriage.
But can I really bear to ask my husband for a divorce?
He loves me so much, he's so good to me. He may not be a prince, but his sacrifices are no less than a prince's.
For the first time, I hate myself for marrying him; how can I bring up divorce six months from now? Who can tell me what to do!
The only thing I can do is try to make up for it during this time, satisfying his desires as much as possible; and after the divorce, I'll try to compensate him financially. Maybe that will make me feel better.
Good, it seems my wife is still determined to divorce, but at least she felt pleasure in our sex life. My second step of training can continue.
For the next period, I fully utilized my revolutionary tradition of learning through practice, learning how to be a dominant while trying various less intense training methods on my wife, this latent submissive.
Perhaps my wife is naturally a submissive, because during this training process, my wife, who usually appears noble and elegant, slowly revealed her dark side to me.
Of course, perhaps she felt guilty towards me and used almost self-destructive sex to satisfy me before the divorce, in order to make up for her guilt.
Anyway, I found that women are truly amazing creatures; when she was about to leave me, she would completely open up in front of me.
For a period of time afterward, my wife and I completely opened up to each other sexually.
After a month of training, in bed, my wife was almost completely obedient to me, and we tried all sorts of difficult techniques. The results of training my wife are as follows: 1. My wife easily reaches orgasm through clitoral and G-spot stimulation, but is less likely to orgasm through penile penetration; therefore, during this period, I made full use of a vibrator and my increasingly skilled fingers to stimulate my wife to orgasm.
I usually start by inserting a vibrating egg into my wife's fleshy vagina to stimulate her G-spot, while my fingers repeatedly play with and stimulate her clitoris. In most cases, my wife can reach orgasm within three minutes. After my wife reaches orgasm, I insert a second vibrating egg, increase its power, and continue to stimulate her clitoris. After the third orgasm, I add a third vibrating egg, increase its power to the maximum, and at the same time, I vigorously rub and even squeeze my wife's clitoris. At this time, my wife's orgasms begin to come one after another, and if I'm lucky, my wife can quickly reach a squirting orgasm. My wife's breasts are sensitive spots. Now, when I'm with her, I clip two coat clips to her pink nipples; I have her sit on me, tie her hands behind her back, blindfold her, and let her ride me freely. Once she stops, I pinch her nipples hard with the coat clips, making her scream in pain and itchiness. To avoid my punishment, she can only keep shaking her snow-white, full body until she's exhausted and has no strength left. Then, I quickly lay her down, thrusting hard into her plump, wet vagina while forcefully grabbing and kneading her large breasts. My fingers almost dig into her flesh. Several times, because of the excessive force, her breasts have been bruised and swollen.
During this intense lovemaking, my wife often reaches orgasm more than three times.
3. Anal development. My wife still doesn't want me to explore her anus, but she's not resistant to my fingers now. Whenever we're in doggy style or woman-on-top, I secretly insert my fingers into her anus. She might grumble a few times, but she just lets me be. Especially when she's about to climax, my index finger stirs inside, pressing against her G-spot through the thin membrane. She always reaches orgasm quickly with a dozen or so powerful thrusts from my penis.
4. Deep throat and oral sex. Now my wife is less resistant to giving me oral sex, especially after I've brought her to multiple orgasms. I can make her do whatever I want: kneeling on the ground, holding her head down, I thrust my thick, long penis all the way in, ignoring her nausea, and give her continuous deep throat. When I'm about to ejaculate, looking at her pleading eyes, I push my penis all the way in, the glans pressing tightly against her throat, and my semen gushes out.
When my wife gets angry and upset with me because of intense deep throat oral sex, all I have to do is quickly insert my penis into her vagina and bring her to orgasm again. She seems to forget my previous brutality and starts responding to my movements again.
5. Bondage sex, this is my favorite part. With the help of ropes, I can completely bind my wife, making her assume all sorts of positions that she would normally consider lewd. I can violate her, ravage her, and even abuse her at will. She has no choice but to beg and struggle, and can only submit to my will.
With the ropes, I can even make my wife hold a difficult position for a long time, such as the splits. I can make her do the splits at the foot of the bed, and then secure this position firmly with ropes. Then, for the next few hours, my penis can thrust freely into the deepest part of my wife's vagina. Every time I penetrate to the bottom, I can clearly feel that I have penetrated her cervix. According to my wife, after I play with her like this for an hour, when I loosen the ropes, she feels like her entire lower body is going numb, especially her vagina, which is red and swollen, feeling like I've pierced it.
6. Finally, and most importantly, to convince my wife to enjoy the so-called perfect sex, at my strong insistence, she has agreed that I can ejaculate inside her anytime without a condom. To prevent pregnancy, my wife has had to buy a bunch of birth control pills and keep them at home.
Also, let me tell you a little secret: every time I exhaust my wife until she's limp and collapsed on the bed, I take out my beloved DSLR camera or phone and capture her snow-white body, covered in semen and sweat, exhausted and writhing in agony.
At first, my wife was extremely terrified of this behavior, but to comfort her, I gently told her that these photos are just for our own enjoyment and I promise not to share them with anyone else.
But my wife absolutely refused, saying that with so many sex scandals happening these days, it's impossible to predict when they might leak out. She pointed out that Edison Chen didn't intend to create a sex scandal, but his photos still got leaked when he was getting his computer repaired.
My wife was extremely firm, saying she'd let me do whatever I wanted in bed, but once we were out of bed, she absolutely forbade me to keep any photos or anything like that.
I couldn't fool her; she wasn't easily fooled. To avoid a fight, I had to delete the photos in front of her.
Seeing that I deleted them, she gradually lowered her guard.
At this point, I changed my strategy, persuading her to take some photos during sex so we could enjoy them together, and I would delete them afterwards—just a new source of excitement.
My wife reluctantly agreed. After a few more times of taking photos during sex, seeing that I always looked at the photos and deleted them respectfully, she gradually loosened up. Many times, she would actively ask me to pose for her during sex so I could take pictures of her as I pleased, and afterwards we would enjoy the obscene photos of her after she had been thoroughly played with, only urging me to delete them at the very end.
During this process, taking advantage of my wife's lowered guard, I secretly saved a large number of photos of her being tied up, facial ejaculated on, and oral sex. I took close-up shots of her face in these photos.
These photos would become my most powerful weapon.
At this stage, through continuous spying on my wife's diary, I constantly adjusted my BDSM approach. Gradually, I could sense that while my wife's heart might still be with her ex-boyfriend, her body was slowly becoming inseparable from me.
Now, just a few strokes of my hand are enough to arouse my elegant and quiet wife, making her breathless and rubbing against me like a female dog in heat.
I think, at least now, my wife's body has begun to love me!
Okay, step two of training my wife is complete.
Now, I can finally begin my plan.
My wife's ex-boyfriend, you bastard, you actually seduced my wife! When you return to the country, I'll give you a huge surprise; dear in-laws, you two refined scoundrels, ever since I married your daughter, you've been single-mindedly trying to break us up, constantly humiliating and belittling me in various situations. Hmph, in six months, I'll prepare a big red envelope for you, thanking you for your hospitality over the past three years; my wife, you are the person I love most, and the person I hate most now is also you. I don't care about the cold stares, humiliations, or hurt from others, but you, you decided to abandon me and return to your ex-boyfriend's arms, deeply hurting me.
If I can't win back your heart in six months, then I don't mind dragging you down with me!
Chapter Four: Bait
My wife has a younger brother, the apple of their eye, the apple of their family's eye. My in-laws dote on this son, spoiling him rotten from childhood. As a result, this little rascal became a spoiled brat at a young age.
My wife's brother isn't a drinker or a womanizer (mainly because he's very handsome and never lacks women; perhaps he's had too many women and therefore isn't very sexually interested in them), but he is a gambler.
I'm very aware of this vice; once he gets into a gambling frenzy, he'll gamble away even his parents. I used to hate this gambling brother of my wife's, but now, if used properly, he could be a powerful tool to win back my wife.
I found my cousin, the good-for-nothing who grew up in the underworld. He's no longer a bouncer; even in the underworld, you have to adapt to the times, right? He's made it big now. Because he's aligned himself with the right boss, he's now a security captain at an underground casino. Because of his outstanding performance, he even owns a small share in this shady casino.
I asked my cousin, "Can you help me get rid of someone?"
He countered, "Who?"
I said, "My wife's younger brother. You've met him.
" He suddenly realized, "Oh, it's that scoundrel! I met him at your wedding. I've disliked him for a long time. He never gave any of our relatives a friendly
look at your wedding. How do you plan to get rid of him?" I smiled, "He's a gambler. I'll bring him to your place next week, and you can decide how to fleece him."
My cousin laughed, "Okay, brother. We'll split the profits
." My wife has been acting strangely lately because I've been getting very close to her brother. She knows I dislike him; in her eyes, we're like oil and water, never compatible.
I smiled and replied to her question, "We've been married for three years, and my relationship with your family has never been good. Now, I have to try to improve things. After all, marriage is for life!"
Hearing my words, my wife stared at me blankly for a long time. She wanted to say something, but finally held back. She threw herself into my arms, sniffling softly, her arms tightly around me. At that moment, my heart seemed to soften.
I waited for my wife to say something, even if it was a lie saying she loved me, I would abandon this terrible plan.
But in the end, my wife said nothing. She simply kissed my lips gently, but her eyes remained tightly closed, avoiding my gaze.
At that moment, my heart was as cold as ice, as cold as ever!
I slipped my right hand inside my wife's clothes and kneaded her full, firm breasts, while my left hand pinched and squeezed her plump, round buttocks. After a moment, my wife began to writhe her voluptuous body. She opened her eyes, which were already filled with lust. She playfully bit my ear and said, "Little dwarf, you're so naughty! I want you!" I smiled as I looked at this woman I loved and hated to the extreme, and continued to tease her desire unhurriedly, uttering almost cruel words: "My slutty Snow White, should I fuck you hard or gently later?" I withdrew my left hand from my wife's plump buttocks and almost roughly slipped it between her legs. My left hand vigorously rubbed my wife's plump vulva. My wife's face showed a look of pain, but her eyes showed a mixture of pain and pleasure. She moaned and murmured, "..." "Husband, husband, hurry up. I want you to fuck me hard, fuck me hard, don't worry about me begging for mercy later, hurry up!" I pressed my wife down on the floor, making her stick out her snow-white, round, plump buttocks. Before she even took off her clothes, I couldn't wait to insert my rock-hard cock into her already wet vagina.
As I thrust my lower body forcefully, I spread my wife's plump buttocks apart, slapping her buttocks hard with both hands. In no time, her buttocks were covered in red handprints. I coldly commanded her, "Wife, you're so horny right now, like a bitch in heat, ah, bitch, say it, you're a bitch." My wife knelt on the ground, her face turned away from me. Dissatisfied with my insult, she twisted her buttocks a few times, and my penis immediately surged with pleasure. She groaned a few times, angrily saying, "Husband, you're the dog, a big male dog, a big male dog in heat." I laughed and thrust forcefully dozens of times. As my wife's vagina began to contract in waves, nearing orgasm, I commanded again, "Say it, you're a bitch, say it, you slut, I'm going to cum, say it..." My wife reached her climax, crying out in her ecstasy, "..." "Ahhh, honey, I'm here! I'm your bitch, I'm your bitch, harder, harder..." Saturday, overcast.
My heart was as cold as iron, yet my smile was as warm as spring. I took my wife's younger brother, that fat sheep, into the underground casino run by my cousin.
With no one to supervise him, I truly witnessed the spoiled and depraved nature of this rich kid. My
wife's brother, who was gentle and refined in front of his parents and wife, seemed to finally be able to release his desires in the chaotic and filthy environment of the underground casino. He couldn't wait to start drinking and gambling recklessly. In
one afternoon, my wife's brother lost nearly 100,000 yuan.
Seemingly because he lost so much money, my wife's brother began to feel annoyed, muttering something about a lousy place, saying he wasn't playing anymore.
At this moment, I offered the first bait: "Here's another 100,000 yuan in chips. If you lose, it's on me; if you win, it's on you."
My wife's brother was overjoyed, as if he were seeing me for the first time, and said with a hint of flattery: "Brother-in-law, if I win, I'll treat you to a drink."
(Damn it, I've been married to your sister for three years, and this is the first time you've called me brother-in-law, just because I gave you 100,000 yuan for gambling.) That night, my brother-in-law not only recouped his losses but also won 50,000 yuan.
From that day on, every weekend, I would take my brother-in-law to this casino. He gambled more and more, winning or losing around 200,000 yuan a day, but thanks to my cousin's connections, the casino always ensured he would either win or lose a little.
A month later, seeing that my brother-in-law had become a regular at the place, I excused myself from work and left, leaving my cousin to serve this fat sheep.
The trap was set, and I was just waiting for the time to close the net.
With three months left before my wife's first love was to return to China, I knew her body inside and out and could control her desires at will.
But even though my wife had completely submitted to me physically, judging from her diary, her desire for a divorce seemed unchanged.
My understanding is that my wife, to some extent, is using her recent indulgence in desires as a form of compensation before leaving me. She believes that the more unrestrained, subservient, and obsequious she is in front of me, the less guilty she will feel when she leaves me.
Furthermore, my wife seems to have planned to give me a large sum of money in the divorce settlement. She intends to leave me our marital home and give me an additional two million yuan as a reward for our three years of marriage.
If it were any other man, he might be able to accept the inevitable divorce more calmly, especially with the large sum of money he'd receive afterward. There are plenty of women in the world; he could always find someone better.
But I'm not that kind of man. For me, money isn't the most important thing in this world.
I lost both my parents at a young age and was raised by my aunt with great difficulty. What I crave most in this world is the warmth of love.
My cousin is the closest person to me besides my aunt; my wife is the only woman I've ever truly loved. She's my very flesh and blood; without her, I can't imagine what meaning my life would have.
Okay, you can call me a fanatic, even a psychopath, for believing in love, especially between a loser and a rich, beautiful woman.
But I must believe in love; otherwise, I'd rather die, or drag the world down with me.
I began my second plan: I secretly switched my wife's birth control pills. Three months was enough time for her to secretly conceive a new life.
During this time, my sexual discipline of my wife in bed became increasingly extreme, even bordering on perverse; but off the bed, I toned down my devilish ways and showered her with extra care and affection. My wife seemed to gradually adapt to this split personality—a devil in lovemaking and an angel in everyday life. On the surface, after three years of marriage, our relationship seemed to be truly improving; we were inseparable, coming home from work and being affectionate.
For the first time, I saw a change in her mood in her diary: "13th, Sunny.
Lately, I've been very happy, but also increasingly guilty. I think I'm going crazy!
After that passionate night, my husband was like a different person in front of me. He was like a vampire, revealing his bloodthirsty nature at night and maintaining the image of a good husband during the day.
During the day, he was extra good to me, making me breakfast, doing my laundry, and frequently calling me sweetly. Our colleagues all praised our good relationship.
But at night, he became a devil.
He seemed to know every secret of my body, always easily arousing my desires."
He tried all sorts of things on me, things I could and couldn't even imagine. The scary thing is, I actually started to enjoy it more and more; I really think I'm a pervert.
Last night, he used a dog collar to lead me around the house naked, crawling all over the rooms. He even made me urinate in the living room like a dog in front of him. When he hissed at me with lewd eyes, I actually orgasmed very quickly. Good heavens, he hadn't even touched me the whole time!
After I finished urinating, I stood on the balcony, the night breeze gentle. He slowly and forcefully fucked me from behind. Fearing we might be discovered at any moment, I quickly orgasmed. I wanted to scream, but I didn't dare. I desperately suppressed my voice, my mind a complete blank with pleasure. In the end, I don't even know how I got back to the living room.
After we finished with the "bitch" act, my husband took out a huge, frightening vibrator. He forced this enormous thing into my vagina, and I felt like my whole body was being stretched open. Just as I was starting to adjust, my husband, taking advantage of my inattention, applied lubricant to my anus and slowly inserted his thick, long penis into it.
When he inserted his entire penis into my anus, I felt like I was going to die. I finally cried out, begging him to stop. He didn't pull it out, but just gently thrust in and out. Slowly, the intense pain began to dissipate, and a terrifying sensation began to surge up from the deepest part of my body.
As my husband's penis and the vibrator alternated between my two holes, a feeling of pain mixed with pleasure completely overwhelmed me. Finally, I passed out amidst repeated orgasms.
When I woke up, I was lying naked in the bathtub, enveloped in just the right amount of hot water. My husband gently held me, tenderly stroking me with his hands. I suddenly burst into tears, clinging tightly to him and begging him not to leave me. He held me tightly, his eyes gentle and tender; the devilish husband seemed to have vanished.
He smiled, hugged me, kissed me repeatedly, and told me he loved me.
Lately, my husband has been like this, releasing my desires completely in my pain; after I release, he gives me unparalleled tenderness and care—a union of angel and devil. Such a husband is probably every woman's dream!
At that moment, my heart truly wavered. My body told me that besides my husband, no one in this world understands me better; no one else is as good to me as he is.
Could I really bear to lose him?
But what about my boyfriend? What about my parents? I know my own heart; I still love my boyfriend. After marriage, my parents were extremely disappointed in me, and I really didn't want to cause them any more pain.
God, is there any way for me to satisfy everyone's desires at the same time?
After trying this crazy sandwich-style discipline once, perhaps it was too intense, because my wife clearly wanted me to be gentler and more considerate towards her for a while afterward.
Okay, even after playing with the extreme stuff for so long, it's time to try normal sex.
In the following days, I changed the sex channel, focusing on normal sex with some verbal stimulation, and temporarily stopping the physical discipline.
During this time, I clearly sensed my wife's wavering. Occasionally, she would sit there lost in thought, seemingly pondering something. When I went to ask her, she would stammer and say nothing was wrong.
I knew my wife was hesitant, and I finally felt a little more confident in winning her back.
At this moment, my cousin finally gave me the call I had been waiting for: "Brother, that fat sheep is done." Great, the first fish has taken the bait; it's time to start hauling in the net.
Chapter Five: Victory .
My wife's brother lost a full seven million at my cousin's casino.
At first, this spoiled brat only won and lost a little, but his appetite gradually grew. He kept increasing his bets, betting around 500,000 a day at the casino.
One day, my cousin arranged for him to participate in a private gambling game, and thinking he was lucky, he won over a million in one go.
After that, the daily wins and losses of several hundred thousand no longer mattered to him.
In another private gambling session, my brother-in-law lost over two million yuan. Penniless and spurred on by the winner's words, he impulsively borrowed over five million yuan from my cousin at exorbitant interest rates to gamble again.
This time, my cousin didn't let the house win, and in one night, he lost the entire five million yuan loan.
The interest rate was 1% per day.
My brother-in-law, being young and inexperienced in the ways of the world (spoiled by his parents and sister), easily agreed to a loan agreement after being slightly intimidated by my cousin, promising to repay the five million yuan in three months (the debtor was my cousin). Each day of delay added 1% interest.
My brother-in-law had no money to repay and dared not ask his family for help. Desperate, he thought of me, the loser he had always looked down upon.
I comforted my brother-in-law, "Don't worry, I know this casino very well. I'll talk to the owner and see if we can waive part of the debt. Tell me the truth, how much can you repay at most?" My brother-in-law was completely flustered at this point: "If I borrow from all my friends, I'll get 100,000 yuan. That's my limit." I said, "Okay, if you raise 3 million yuan within three months, I'll talk to the casino owner, and if you repay 3 million yuan, the IOU will be canceled." My brother-in-law was overjoyed, thanked me repeatedly, and finally begged me not to let my parents and sister know about this.
I smiled and readily agreed, but inwardly I sneered: Just last night, my cousin transferred 800,000 yuan of the 2 million yuan my brother-in-law had gambled away to me as a commission for fleecing this fat sheep.
And soon, this idiot, whom I sold out and who's still counting the money for me, will be sending my cousin and me another 3 million yuan.
Dear parents-in-law, we've been married for three years, and my wife and I have never received your blessings. You wouldn't even let me come to your door and call you "Mom and Dad." But soon, you'll be coming to me begging for my blessing.
Recently, my wife's health seems to be poor. She's been eating and sleeping excessively, and even seems to lack energy during sex. She's also occasionally vomiting. My wife seems to have noticed something, and I accompanied her to the hospital for a checkup.
As expected, my wife is almost two months pregnant.
Hahaha, the second fish has taken the bait, and the most important fish is in my hands.
Hmph, in the three months before my wife's boyfriend was about to return to China, I secretly switched the birth control pills my wife had been taking. After a month of unrestrained ejaculation inside her, my wife unsurprisingly became pregnant.
After confirming her pregnancy, my wife's expression was indifferent, showing none of the joy of becoming a mother for the first time.
Back home, she finally broke down in tears. I quickly hugged her and comforted her.
She cried uncontrollably for a while before finally looking up at me with a complicated expression: "Honey, did you switch my birth control pills?" I answered casually, "Yes. I've wanted a child for a long time. We've been married for three years, and you've always used work as an excuse not to have a child, but I couldn't resist wanting one, so two months ago I secretly switched your birth control pills. I know you'll be upset, but think about it, you're 28 this year, and we're not short of money. It's time for us to have a child.
" My wife looked at me for a long time, her lips trembling slightly, forcing an awkward smile on her pale face: "Honey, I mean, if... if I don't want this child, can you accept that?" I sneered inwardly, still unable to forget that bastard boyfriend of yours?
I feigned extreme anguish, knelt on the ground, and shed tears: "Wife, I'll do anything you ask, except this. I'm thirty, and you're twenty-eight. Do you know how hard it was for me to finally have a baby? Even if you don't think about me, you should think about the child. The child is innocent. Don't you usually love children? What's wrong with you now? You're saying you want to abort your own child?" I paused, looking at my wife with anguish: "Wife, if you want to abort this child, you might as well kill me first." In three years of marriage, this was the first time I'd knelt before my wife. She was clearly stunned by my reaction; she quickly knelt down and hugged me, murmuring, "Husband, don't do this, don't do this. I was just saying it casually. I won't abort the child, I won't." My worry turned to joy, and I immediately displayed the happiness and joy a soon-to-be father should have.
That night, in front of my wife, I called and texted every relative and friend we knew, telling them the good news about my wife and me.
My wife watched helplessly, her expression blank. I knew I had created the biggest obstacle to her getting back together with her ex-boyfriend: the child.
A secondhand house might find buyers, but a house where someone has died is unlikely to be accepted.
To completely dispel any hope of reconciliation, I even disregarded her objections and forcibly changed her QQ and MSN signatures to: "I'm going to be a mother!"
A few days later, I secretly checked her diary again, and her feelings had finally shifted to my side: "18th, the weather was neither good nor bad, just like my heart.
I've known I'm pregnant for five days now. These past few days have been the most difficult days I've ever experienced.
My husband's joy upon learning of my pregnancy moved me and also broke my heart. In our three years of marriage, this was the first time I'd seen him kneel before me for this unborn child. I admit, my heart softened; I won't abort this child."
When my parents found out I was pregnant, their first call wasn't to congratulate me, but to interrogate me. They were very disappointed, wondering why I would cause such a scene when I was already divorcing my husband. Clearly, there was no hope of getting back together with my boyfriend. Who would marry a woman who had been pregnant with another man's child? Especially a proud man like my boyfriend.
My boyfriend finally found out about the pregnancy. He was furious on the phone. For the first time in all these years we'd known each other, he cursed me, calling me a slut. He said we'd agreed to divorce my husband when he came back, and now I was pregnant with his child. He even cried at the end, saying he'd finally convinced his father to allow me to marry him, and now his parents would never agree to us being together.
I think, even if my boyfriend and I love each other deeply, we can never be together!
I'm tired, completely tired. I don't want to go through any more trouble. I'll slowly put this relationship with my boyfriend behind me.
My husband is very good to me, and with this child, our life might be better.
From now on, I'll just live a good life with my husband!
One shouldn't be too greedy; wanting everything might end up with nothing.
After my wife's pregnancy became public knowledge, she was initially listless, clearly under immense pressure from her parents and ex-boyfriend. However, after a while, her mood brightened, and she became increasingly tender and affectionate towards me. I knew she had made up her mind to return to the family.
For the first time in three years of marriage, I felt my wife's love, though it came a little late, I was still overjoyed.
Having calmed my wife down, the next step was dealing with my in-laws. With
the child in my hands, I felt invincible!
A week after my wife confirmed her pregnancy, my in-laws, whom I hadn't seen for three years, came to visit. Although they seemed embarrassed, they still offered their blessings.
At this moment, I appropriately showed my tolerance and, in front of my in-laws, handed my wife a savings account with 1 million yuan, indicating it was a red envelope for my wife and future child.
When they saw me, a nobody, suddenly pull out 1 million yuan for my wife, my in-laws' attitude finally changed. They didn't know that 800,000 yuan of that 1 million was actually a gift from their precious son.
In the face of money, a person's value or ability can be maximized, even if the money isn't actually theirs.
For the first time in three years of marriage, I earned my in-laws' respect, simply because I gave them 1 million yuan.
Since my wife had completely sided with me because of the child, I decided to let my wife's younger brother off the hook.
Three months later, when he handed 3 million yuan to my cousin, I, as the middleman, burned the IOU in front of my wife's younger brother. At that moment, this idiot who had been sold out by me and was still counting the money for me finally breathed a sigh of relief.
My wife's boyfriend finally returned to the country. When he got off the plane, my wife and I greeted him at the airport. Of course, she was already more than three months pregnant, her belly clearly protruding.
You must be wondering why my wife and I would greet her ex-boyfriend. The reason is simple: it was my request.
My excuse was perfectly legitimate: "I heard your ex-boyfriend is back in the country. I think you should go and welcome him
, even as a friend." My wife didn't suspect a thing. Now, as she prepares to become a mother, she radiates maternal love, seemingly having completely let go of the emotional baggage surrounding her former boyfriend.
And me? Heh, I've won this battle to protect my wife after all the trouble. In the end, I have to savor the joy of victory.
The greatest pleasure is probably watching the man who's trying to cheat on me look helpless, and seeing the woman I love looking happy in my arms.
At the airport, I met my wife's ex-boyfriend for the first time. He was indeed handsome and dashing, but alas, he's still my defeated foe.
Seeing my wife, her face beaming with happiness as she showed signs of pregnancy, and then looking at that handsome man with his helpless expression, he stared at my wife for a long time, his face filled with panic, afraid I'd object, but I remained composed and dignified.
This man, this defeated foe, finally grasped my hand and whispered in my ear: "Treat your wife well, she loves you."
I smiled and replied smugly: "Of course."
I carefully helped my wife into the back seat of the Q7 sedan, and we drove away.
Farewell, loser.
Your lover, my wife, I will take good care of her for the rest of my life.

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