I married Yao.

I don't have many friends. In fact, among these few, some are merely acquaintances
, not true friends. Sometimes I wonder what friendship really is. Ultimately, we're all just familiar with
each other, differing only in closeness.

My dislike of making friends isn't because I'm strange or aloof. I'm the type of person who doesn't
like —everything is solely related to my own interests. If there's no interest, it
's like chewing wax; if there is, it's like an addiction. For me, "chewing wax" is fatal
—I deeply understand why the writer Sanmao disliked office work and feel immense
sympathy —because she was originally free and independent.

Therefore, I have no drinking buddies, because I have absolutely no interest in drinking and socializing—I
find gathering to drink "chewing wax" utterly tedious.

But outsiders might not see me that way or try to understand me in this way, for example, regarding my marriage. My
marriage lasted only a year and a half—others might mistakenly think it was because of my reclusive and eccentric nature
—of course, I have no way of knowing how others judged the reasons for my failed marriage—I presume that others used
"reclusive and eccentric" to explain my failed marriage. As for "reclusive and eccentric," that's just my own
assessment of myself—I guess I might be seen as "reclusive and eccentric" by others. To be
honest, I have no idea how others actually judge me.

Now that I'm past thirty, I've come to a conclusion that I consider important—many of people's assumptions
are inconsistent with reality, even far removed from it. Has this conclusion fallen into
the trap —Fortunately, not yet.

Of course, it's not that I've lost interest in Yao or our marriage—not at all, otherwise I wouldn't be
telling you this story.

I wanted to blame my first failed marriage on myself, to make myself seem more manly
—this might seem like a vain attempt to take sole responsibility, since everyone says it takes two to tango
—but the failure of my first marriage was truly due to my own reasons,
not an excuse to take sole blame. I couldn't find any "fatal" flaws in Yao. If
we consider that no one is absolutely perfect, Yao's flaw was that she was too obedient to her mother.

Yao was a gentle girl, beautiful, slightly plump, and with a
delicate type. The reason I fell for Yao at first sight was her bare feet in silver high-heeled sandals.
The lines of her bare feet were soft and very feminine, just like her gentle personality—her bare feet seemed to submit to
the constraints of the strappy sandals, her feet together, very neatly and quietly placed under the table. Later, she told me that
her sister had bought her the sandals.

During the time Yao and I were dating, I dreaded our wedding day.

Yao was born into a traditional family. Her father passed away early, and her mother raised her and her younger sister alone.
Yao's mother was the vice principal of a prestigious school, with an extremely strong personality. Given a larger stage, she
could undoubtedly achieve great things. Yao's younger sister was the complete opposite, inheriting her mother's strong-willed genes, but even more
so. To be honest, I was somewhat afraid to meet my future sister-in-law when I went to Yao's house. She was always
cold , and I had a feeling that she possessed a crystal-clear understanding of people and things.
It seemed like she could see through all my secrets—sometimes, in front of her, a few words from her seemed to strip
me bare—and I also have a certain sleazy element in my nature—I was afraid she would see through my
other side. In front of her, I sometimes felt that my sunny and genuine side was just an act. My
future sister-in-law seemed to have seen right through me; her cold attitude towards me seemed to indicate that she didn't want me
to become her brother-in-law.

As I expected, Yao's younger sister opposed our marriage. This is what Yao
told . But Yao's mother, my future mother-in-law, insisted that I become her son-in-law.

"I'd rather have a man of good character and obedience than a capable but philandering
man who hurts my daughter!" With that, our marriage was settled.

"Then why doesn't your sister agree to our marriage?" I asked.

"I've asked her more than once why, and she says there's no reason… She, she might not like you very much. But
don't worry about it. My mother agreed, and she won't object; she can't go against my mother's wishes."

Yao's gentle tone wasn't so much comforting as it was a reflection of her inherently gentle nature. Every time she
unintentionally revealed her feminine side, it ignited my anger. I immediately pulled her close, holding her tightly,
pressing her full, soft breasts against my chest, as if to confirm that the soft, feminine voice I had just heard
truly came from her delicate body. I abruptly flipped her over, wrapped my left arm around her neck,
and roughly grabbed her groin with my right, groping it lewdly. Under the rubbing and kneading of my right hand, she
slumped into my arms like a drunkard, making intermittent sounds. I grabbed her arms,
braiding them behind her back like a rope, then pressed my chest tightly against her arms, using my left arm to hold her neck, while
my right hand again gripped her groin, continuing to tease her. She reacted even more strongly to this rough caress,
her body completely limp against my chest, her soft moans turning into rapid gasps. I
stimulated her genitals even harder with my right hand, simultaneously aiming at her areas and increasing the frequency of stimulation. As my
hand moved faster, she cried out loudly that she had reached her climax. I, too, was sweating from the exertion.

"Was it good?" I whispered in her ear, embracing her.

She wrapped her arms around my waist, her soft body clinging to my chest like chewed gum, and then
murmured, "Mmm. I like it when you do this..."

"You're shameless," I teased her deliberately.

"Mmm...mmm," she hugged me even tighter. "Don't you like it when I do this?"

"I like it, it's so cute," I said.

"I like it when you play with me..." After a while, she lowered her voice shyly and said, "I...want more!"

"You're shameless, you have no shame!" I teased her verbally while roughly reaching my hand into
her crotch, beginning my second round of teasing.

Before our marriage, Yao and I had an agreement that we would never have premarital sex.
She was both serious and shy when she made the promise with me, her seriousness making her seem like a little
girl who mistook playing house for real life.

"Is this your mother's order?"

"Yes."

"What if I don't keep the promise? I'll make you mine right now!"

"No! If I get pregnant, my mother will beat me to death."

"Then we'll just not let you get pregnant. Has your mother ever hit you?"

"She hit me when I was little, but not anymore. Now she sometimes hits my sister."

"Is your sister less obedient than you?"

"We're both stubborn and won't give in to each other. Besides, I feel like my sister is inherently rebellious against my mother's control,
and she often bullies me!"

"Bullys you?"

"Yes, sometimes she enjoys bullying me, and sometimes when she's in a bad mood, she takes it out on me." "

You can't win an argument with her?"

"How could I win an argument with her? She's very strong. Every time we argue, I end up crying and giving up. I'm afraid of
her!"

"And your mother doesn't do anything about her?"

"No, no. She's not me. She's very good to me, she loves me very much. Whenever I'm
wronged , she's the one who stands up for me. I remember when I first started working after graduating from university, a boy at my workplace insisted on dating me
, which made me both scared and annoyed. So I told my sister that I didn't like him and wanted to get rid of his harassment. One
day on my way to work, he came and harassed me again, which scared me to death. At that moment, Qing, wearing
a baseball , suddenly rushed up from somewhere and kicked... him... in the groin, followed by two slaps."

"Inside?" I asked seriously. "Where is 'inside'?"

"Oh, it's 'inside'."

"Toes?"

"No, no..."

"Then where?"

"It's there... um... um."

"Where exactly is 'there'?" I persisted.

"It's... it's your little penis!" Yao said, blushing.

"Little penis, hahaha... little penis, hahaha," I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Yao punched my shoulder with her little fist. "You're such a bad guy... Ah!"

I suppressed a laugh and said, "Little Dingding, where did you see that word?"

"Um... um, it's Little Dingding!" Yao pouted.

"Go on, go on, what happened next?"

"Qing was so amazing! She grabbed his hair and dragged him to our director. From then on, he
never dared to bother me again. Because of this, I became a celebrity in the office for a while! Everyone knew I had a powerful
little sister ."

"Actually, I get the most love at home. Um... I have something else to tell you..." Yao hesitated.

I knew her personality; she couldn't withstand my interrogation. "What? If you don't tell me, I won't talk to you anymore."

"No, no, I'll tell you, okay? My little sister always likes to crawl into my bed and hug me to sleep.
Maybe got used to it when she was little." Her face flushed slightly.

"They're not outsiders, they're sisters, what's the big deal?"

"Yeah, she always hugs me like she's protecting me. If I don't like it, she says, 'You better behave,
little girl,' like she's my brother."

"You want a brother, don't you?"

"Of course, I love having a brother. Sometimes I treat my sister like a brother, she has a boyish quality."

"Now you have a real brother, don't you?" I pretended to be serious.

"Hmm..." she pouted, "I don't want you, you're a bad brother."

Yao had an unusual fondness for me, and her sexual desire was extremely strong. I, on the other hand,
had a fascination with women's bodies, especially their genitals. Thus, Yao's promise to her mother, and our
agreement, were as fragile as a broken glass vessel—we easily shattered the taboo—on a
warm evening, I made Yao my woman. From then on, Yao became uncontrollably
obsessed with me, like transparent candy softening into a sweet, sticky liquid, gently clinging to me.

Key's younger sister is named Qing. She seems to know everything about Key's and my relationship, and
she can . She always rolls her eyes at me—I really don't know how much she knows about me. Her intuition
comes entirely from her unique nature, and has nothing
to do with acquired skills like analysis, guessing, or logical deduction. She has warned her sister to be careful of me more than once. When I entered Key's body, in her uncontrollable
daze, she told me about her sister's attitude towards me. My only course of action was to try to stay away from
this cold beauty—I had no other choice, because I really couldn't see through her—she seemed to know my
secrets, yet she also seemed not to know them—she probably used her intuition to conclude that I must be a "bad guy."

Three months later, Key and I got married.

[The End]

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