My Unknown Wife

Smoking, I looked at the wedding photo on the wall, the ashtray beside me overflowing with cigarette butts
. Yet I kept chain-smoking.

Just two hours earlier, I had happily bought groceries, preparing a delicious dinner for my wife,
when a mysterious phone call shattered my good mood. I was making a decision, a
agonizing one.

The mysterious man on the phone told me that my wife, married for a year, had become someone else's. He said
that as a man, I shouldn't accept being deceived, so I had two choices: confront my wife, which
would inevitably lead to divorce; or, if I knew she was with someone else but still loved her, to save the marriage, I had to pretend
I didn't know, thus maintaining a facade of affection. If I could do this, perhaps I could win my wife
back, but then I would have to endure the reality of being cheated on until she returned. Or perhaps
she would never return? Finally, he gave me a download link to a cloud drive. He told me it was evidence, and if I wanted
a divorce, I could use it to make my wife leave with nothing.

Was it my dignity as a man, or our love? This is a difficult choice, difficult because I love
my wife, so much. It's precisely because of this deep love that this decision is so hard to make.

My wife's name is Han Ling, she's the same age as me, we were classmates from elementary school to high school, and we started
dating . Our relationship was very strong, even though we went to different universities, thankfully we were in the same
city. We saw each other almost every weekend, but we never consummated our relationship. Han Ling is a very
conservative girl, and many boys pursued her in school. But I never saw her have
even , and she spent almost every weekend with me during our school years.
After graduating from college, she got a job at a bank, and I got a job at a company. We got married six months after graduation. On our wedding night, when I entered
her, she cried out in pain. Afterwards, seeing Han Ling's blood on the sheets, I vowed
to take good care of her for the rest of my life and never let her suffer any injustice. Because she's very conservative, our sex life after marriage
has been very conventional. The only position we've used is missionary; she finds other positions shameful and
is always unwilling, though she's still cooperative during the act. However, she rarely
reaches orgasm, even when I clearly feel her, the intensity is low.
I've never witnessed the legendary orgasms, convulsions, or fainting spells. She always says afterwards that it feels very comfortable and
pleasurable. Although she's very lubricated, and the sheets are always soaked after sex, it never gives me
that sense of accomplishment. This is such a proper girl, completely unrelated to sex.
How could she become someone else's? How could she be driven by lust?

When I answered the mysterious man's call, I absolutely didn't believe it. I angrily hung up on him several times, but
he persisted, calling back again and again until he finished saying what he wanted to say. Finally, he hung up, and I still didn't believe it
, just very angry that someone had defiled the person I love most. But then I saw the download link the mysterious man sent.
I hesitated for a long time before finally downloading it. The file was huge, and after downloading, it was an edited video. While
waiting for the download to complete, I kept smoking and washing my face several times. I desperately hoped it was just a dream,
that the video would just be a prank or a virus that had only damaged my computer
system.

Watching the download progress bar advance step by step, I tried hard to recall
every little detail of our marriage. I couldn't think of anything unusual about my wife. There were no signs of infidelity. We were very loving.
She went between home and the bank every day. Her phone password was the same as mine, and her fingerprint unlock also
included my fingerprint. She never made calls or sent WeChat messages without my knowledge. She rarely went out at night; her friends
were mostly her classmates, whom I also knew, and she would always invite me to dinner and karaoke. I couldn't think of anything
, I just couldn't. I became increasingly convinced that the video was probably a Trojan virus;
there are many scams like this these days.

But when I trembled as I clicked on the video, my world collapsed…

This is an hour-long video. At the beginning, my wife, dressed in a bank's business
suit, is seen sitting elegantly at the counter, working. The video is filmed from behind, and nothing seems out of the ordinary. She professionally serves
each customer.

I was wondering, what's going on? Han Ling is working;
what could possibly happen in such an environment? Besides, banks have surveillance cameras; even if something did happen, who would dare do anything in this setting? At this
moment, Han Ling has just finished serving a customer, pressed the call button, and is waiting for the next customer. In this brief pause,
the camera quickly moves to Han Ling's side, taps her shoulder, then focuses on
the table . The screen goes black briefly, then brightens again to show Han Ling's face. Clearly, the phone, which was
recording, has been handed to Han Ling, and she has switched to the front camera. At this point, a man's figure can be seen leaving
behind , disappearing from the frame in less than two seconds. The camera quickly pans
under the table, focusing on Han Ling between her legs. Her hand quickly retracts.
Clearly, a phone holder or something similar was used to secure the device, and Han Ling seemed quite skilled throughout the process.

"Hello, what service do you need?" Her wife's familiar, sweet voice rang out, indicating she
was starting her next transaction. In the video, Han Ling spread her legs wide. Her skirt suit wasn't long to begin with,
and when she sat on the chair, her legs were completely exposed from below. This
footage was obviously brightened in post-production; the original material was likely darker. Although the brightened image had noticeable
graininess, the situation inside Han Ling's skirt was still clearly visible. Furthermore, as Han Ling spread her legs
, she moved forward slightly, now only half-sitting on the chair, making the situation inside her skirt
even clearer.

Inside Han Ling's skirt, a fully erect,
red . The opening was contracting, and after a while, a glistening metal vibrator emerged
. When the vibrator was pushed out about a third of the way, it was quickly and forcefully pushed back in. Then carefully and
slowly push it out, then quickly suck it back in. You can
feel the trembling of the muscles around her mouth each time the vibrator pops out; it's a silent vibrator, vibrating intensely.

Each time she tried to open her mouth, a sticky substance would flow out, soaking her
skirt. How would Han Ling stand up later? Just then,
her inner thigh muscles twitched violently, and she raised her thighs, tensing them—she was clearly standing on tiptoe.
It seemed she was trying to control something; her mouth twitched and tightened, and it felt like her entire genitals were spasming
. After a while, her lower body slowly relaxed, and her mouth slowly opened. This time, the flowing
fluid was almost a gush, and a small stream of urine also shot out from her urethra.
When the vibrator reappeared, her lower body trembled violently. She went through this process several more times. After
finishing a customer's deposit, she didn't press the call button but quickly reached down to pick up her phone.
The screen shook violently and then went black; she must have put the phone in her pocket. I heard her whisper to the person next to her
, "I'm on my period, and I think I got it on my skirt. Can I borrow your coat to cover myself? I need to go to
the restroom."

Then I heard the sound of her high heels walking. When the screen lit up again, the setting had changed to
a rooftop. My wife, Han Ling, had a coat wrapped around her slender waist, covering her lower body. The back of her skirt
was probably already wet. She stood there, writhing, looking like she urgently needed to urinate. Obviously, the phone
was now in the man's hands.

"Who told you to do that? Looks like I didn't punish you enough last time?" A man's voice came through, sounding
very young, probably around my age.

"Master, Master, I was wrong. I tried so hard to control myself, but this vibrator was too strong. I really
couldn't hold it in. But I didn't give in completely. Even when I came, I still tried my best to
hold it in. I didn't stop just because I came. Master, I'll only be halfway through. Can you not punish me
? I have to go back to work later. Please, Master." Han Ling said cautiously, her head down,
not daring to look at me. She kept twisting and turning, the vibrator was probably still working hard inside her.

"But my phone shows you've already come, and three times." The man said coldly.

"Master, Master, I really was holding back when I was inside, but I really couldn't hold it in. I could barely hold it in when it was vibrating
inside , but Master made me keep spitting it out and then sucking it back in, and I just
couldn't hold it in anymore... Master, please, don't punish me anymore, I promise I won't for a week from now on,
absolutely not, please, Master." Han Ling pleaded.

"How long before today did you last come?" the man asked.

"Half...half a month..." Han Ling answered cautiously.

"How long with your husband?" the man continued to ask.

"Two...two months, every time I'm with my husband I've held back,
after Master punished me last time I dared not do it again, I tried very hard to hold it in, but every time I've been with my husband these past two months I haven't been able to
." Han Ling's voice grew softer and softer, her eyes filled with tears.

"Remember, you are not allowed to do it without my permission, at any time! Otherwise you'll be sorry!" the man
said coldly.

"No, Lingnu wouldn't dare. Then today..." Han Ling looked pitifully at the camera, at the man
in front of .

"I've been holding it in for half a month, and this new vibrator is indeed quite powerful. But without my orders,
I'll still punish you. Roll up your skirt, spread your legs a little." As the man spoke, his hand appeared on the screen
, holding a small syringe, and he walked over.

"Master, Master, please don't give me this, I'll be itching to death. Last time it took me three whole days to be able to pee normally. Master,
I have to go back to work, I really can't stand this. Waaah!" Han Ling cried and begged, obediently
rolling up her skirt, opening her legs, and using her hands to spread them wide, revealing her delicate mouth and
urethra . The image zoomed in, a large close-up. His wife's slender fingers worked hard to spread her urethra as wide as possible, and the hand holding the syringe inserted the thin needle. He didn't inject immediately but probed and gently poked
inside . "You know how good the spot is. If I find out you're injecting it wrong, I'll kill you!" the man said fiercely . "Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much, not here, a little deeper. Ah! Master, it hurts so much! A little bit more, ah!! A little bit forward, ah!!! It's here, it's here, Master! Master, can you only inject half of it, please, ah!!!" Ignoring Han Ling's pleas, a tube of liquid was slowly forced in. After the injection, the man threw the syringe aside, reached down and pulled out the vibrator from Han Ling's body, placed it in Han Ling's hand, and then inserted two fingers into hers, stimulating her inside. Han Ling's juices flowed down the man's fingers with each stimulation, and the flow increased. "Master, Master, I want it, I can't hold it in... Master, Master, please let me, please, Master, let me cum. Ah~~ Ah~~ It's coming~~ It's coming out~~" Han Ling's body convulsed, on the verge of climax , when the man withdrew his finger. He said, "Hmm, feels good, this injection was just right. You don't need to put the vibrator back in, in this state, it's hard for you not to. If you haven't come by this time tomorrow, I'll allow you one chance. If you can't hold back, I'll punish you double, it won't be as simple as just one injection. Alright, go to the room and change into a spare dress before going back to work." After the man finished speaking, he helped Han Ling pull down her dress. "Yes, Master, Lingnu will definitely hold back." Han Ling, half-bent over, slowly walked towards the rooftop stairwell. The camera kept filming her from behind until she entered the stairwell. After watching the video, I can confirm that the woman I love most has really become another man, but why did she become like this? Did she have some leverage over him? Was she coerced? When did it start? So many questions swirled in my mind. I started frantically calling that mysterious man's number, but no one answered. Then I stood in front of our wedding photo, lost in thought, smoking two packs of cigarettes. My mind was still a jumbled mess. I love Han Ling; I can't just get a divorce like this. I need to. That mysterious man is the key; he'll definitely contact me again. Just then, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. Han Ling was home from work. I couldn't confront her directly because I didn't know what had happened to her. I needed to investigate further before making any decisions, but I wouldn't leave.

I need to rescue her. Judging from the video, although she seemed compliant, she was constantly being humiliated and
didn't enjoy it, so she must have been coerced. I must save her. Thinking this, I calmed myself and
came out of the house. I saw Han Ling, who had just changed into slippers at the door, and I froze the moment she straightened up
. Although she had changed out of her bank uniform, the earrings she was wearing were the same as in the video. Han
Ling changes her earrings every day; she has many, none of them expensive, but all very beautiful, and she's used to wearing different ones every day
. Could it be such a coincidence? Are the earrings she's wearing today the same as the ones in the video? Or was the video
filmed this morning?

"Honey~ Why are you home so early today? Oh! You even went grocery shopping! You were so good
today You can cook then, I'm so tired. I don't know if it's because my period is coming, my back is really sore. I'm going to lie down
for a bit, I'll just have a ready-made meal today~~ Honey, you're the best, I love you~ Mwah~~" My wife said, coming over
and hugging me, giving me a sweet kiss. This would normally be perfectly normal. But today,
everything so suspicious.

"Honey, you should go and rest. I'll cook right away. Mwah~~" I thought to myself, but didn't show
it , instead giving her a kiss on the cheek. My wife went back to her room, and I absentmindedly cooked. While eating,
I was distracted and Han Ling asked me what was wrong. I made up about work, saying I'd been lost in thought.

Tonight, I deliberately observed my wife's every move, and even checked her phone while she was in the bathroom,
but found nothing. Call logs, WeChat, QQ—everything seemed normal. The only thing that struck me as
odd was that Han Ling put on a sanitary napkin before bed, saying she thought she was about to get her period and needed to take precautions,
thus conveniently refusing my advances. Of course, I couldn't say anything to that excuse, but I
clearly remembered my wife's period shouldn't be on this day. Thinking back to the video I saw today, I became increasingly certain
it was filmed this morning. What exactly did that man inject into his wife's urethra?
My wife seemed perfectly normal; she was just using an excuse to avoid me. I didn't sleep a wink all night,
pretending snore while squinting and observing my wife.

She didn't sneak up to do anything as I expected, and slept until dawn, but my intuition
told me she hadn't slept much. Her body would tremble every now and then, and she kept
squeezing the blanket tightly between her legs—unlike usual sleeping, she was using all her strength. When I got up in the morning
, I noticed her pillow and blanket were damp; she must have sweated a lot during the night.

After Han Ling left for work this morning, I took leave from work and secretly went to her bank's rooftop. If
the video I saw was taken yesterday, my wife would likely be violated again by that man on the rooftop this morning.
I needed to know who that man was; I guessed he was one of her bank colleagues. Knowing who it was would make things easier.
When I arrived at the bank, I secretly peeked into the lobby. Han Ling had just changed and was sitting at the window,
ready to open for business. Everything seemed normal. The bank was on the first floor of Building A. I bypassed the bank and entered
the office building through the entrance of Building B, took the elevator to the top floor, and then went to the rooftop through the fire escape. Buildings A and B
are actually just two entrances to the same building, separated internally, but the rooftops are connected. I walked from
the rooftop to the rooftop of Building A. I found a two-meter-high ventilation opening and hid behind it. I waited quietly.

I waited all morning, until almost lunchtime, when I heard footsteps at the top of the rooftop stairs. I
quickly shrank back and held my breath. I only heard the sound of high heels. Was it just one person? I peeked over and,
sure enough, it was Han Ling. She walked onto the rooftop, covering her lower body with her hands, her legs tightly pressed together.
She lingered for a while, then took out her phone and dialed.

"Master, I held back, I didn't. Master, I'm on the rooftop, where are you?" Han Ling
whispered . But I heard her clearly. My heart ached.

"Master... Master... I beg you, please forgive me, I really can't hold back for so long. Master?
Master ?" Han Ling said a few words, then hung up the phone helplessly, crouched down on the ground, and started crying, crying very
sadly. I wanted so badly to go and hug her, to ask her what had happened. But I held back; I told
myself it wasn't the right time.

Han Ling cried for a while, wiped away her tears, stood up, calmed herself down, and tried to walk normally towards the stairwell
. I waited on the rooftop until almost the end of the workday, but Han Ling didn't come up again. A few men came up, just
smoking; nothing strange. Seeing the time, I had to leave. I spent the entire day waiting on the rooftop,
my only gain being confirmation that the video I saw yesterday was indeed filmed yesterday morning.

That evening, Han Ling came home on time as usual, everything seemed normal, but she still refused to be with me,
using her period as an excuse. For the next ten days, Han Ling continued to refuse to be with me, using the excuse that her period was unusually irregular. Ten days later, I discovered that
she really had her period. So, for the previous ten days, she had been intentionally avoiding me. I think the
only she would notice something if we were together. I suspect it's related to the injection that man gave her.
What kind of medicine was it? Punishment? What kind of punishment was it? So many questions I couldn't understand. The mysterious
man 's number remained unanswered. I took several days off to stake out the area, but to no avail.
The only thing that seemed abnormal during those ten days was that Han Ling spent significantly more time in the bathroom than usual. I asked
her about it, and she still used her period as an excuse.

After Han Ling left for work that day, I took the day off, intending to continue staking out her bank. However, just before leaving,
I received an email notification on my phone informing me that my blog server had been shut down and I would no longer be able to
post blog articles starting that day. However, the articles I had previously written on my blog could still be accessed via email, but only I could
read them. This was essentially spam; I hadn't written on my blog for years, now everyone was on Douyin, Weibo, and
WeChat Moments. Who still writes blogs? But then a thought suddenly flashed through my mind!

Han Ling had a habit of keeping a diary since she was little, and she wrote on her
blog she would set to be visible only to herself. She stopped writing in her diary after that. I knew her email password,
and I used to occasionally log in to see what she was thinking; she knew, and would even write love letters there
waiting for me to read. After we got married, I stopped looking at her emails. We talked about everything, and I didn't think there was anything I should steal.
I peeked. Now that I think about it, if Han Ling's problems arose after her marriage, there might be some
clues .

Thinking this, I immediately turned on my computer, logged into Han Ling's email, and went to her blog.
Sure blogs, all in diary format. I quickly browsed through them; they were all about a young girl's thoughts,
nothing particularly noteworthy. From her freshman year, she recorded our sweet love story. Reading these diaries felt like
returning the days of our passionate romance, those were such beautiful times. But after her sophomore year, there
was nothing more. Although I didn't see anything, I felt this was abnormal. Could it be that Han Ling was being coerced and disciplined from her sophomore year?
But she was like that until her marriage—how do you explain that? I became increasingly confused. I leaned back in my chair, scrolling through Han Ling's emails rapidly with
the mouse wheel. Suddenly, I had a gut feeling I should check her
emails.

I went through all the emails—nothing. I casually opened her email contacts, aimlessly scrolling through them.
Wasn't this Han Ling's name with the initials removed? I logged out of my email and logged back in with the same username and Han Ling
's password. Surprisingly, I got in.

My hands trembled as I opened my inbox. It was filled with emails, all from the same sender: Han
Ling's email address. The email titles were all dated, clearly Han Ling's diary. She had deliberately created an
email address I didn't know about, and it must contain things she didn't want me to know.

I checked, and there was a new email every day or two. I opened the latest email:

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The email content was as follows:

"Husband, your Ling'er is complaining again. I can't tell you in person, I can't say it, so I
can only cry to you here. I'll tell you what happened to me.

Tomorrow, no matter what, I'll get my master's permission, and then I'll beg him to fuck me! Although that's another hell,
a more terrible hell, it's still better than this endless torment.

I can't take it anymore; my G-spot is so swollen it's half blocked. For ten days, every time I urinate
has been hellish torture." It's been almost a month since I've had any real pleasure, and I'm
tormented .

I'm going crazy. My poor husband hasn't been intimate with me for over ten days. I don't know if you've noticed
anything? Probably not, I seem perfectly normal. But my dear husband, do you know what kind of pain your
Ling'er endures every day? I'm sorry, I can't be with you after being injected with this drug.
I can't explain to you why my G-spot is so swollen, and that it triggers with just a touch. I always orgasm during
orgasms Honey, you've never seen me like this before; it's terrifying how much I squirt. I really
dislike it, but I can't control myself. Under my master's manipulation, he has countless ways to make
me ejaculate like that.

Usually, I just feel ashamed. I can't accept this side of myself being exposed to you. I
can endure it , but without my master's permission, I can't, otherwise I'll be subjected to cruel punishment and
humiliation. I can't help but endure it. But recently, I was injected with that damn drug.

It was injected directly into my urethra, targeting my G-spot. After ejaculation, my G-spot would swell continuously until I
had enough G-spot stimulation, but it was incredibly painful. Every time,
the corresponding area inside my urethra and G-spot would itch unbearably, just like when I urinated, though not as intensely itchy as before. It
was an unbearable itch. Afterwards, my entire urethra would itch, and only continued penetration
could relieve the itch. But after a few thrusts, I would ejaculate again, and the itching would start again. Only with more and more ejaculation would
the itching gradually subside.

I remember one time my master injected me with the medication but only penetrated three times before leaving. My hands were tied, and
although he was only gone for 15 minutes, I was in constant agony during those 15 minutes. When he returned
, I begged him to penetrate me in every degrading way and with every word I could think of, until the itch subsided.

I could relieve the itch myself, but my master wouldn't allow it. His phone constantly monitored me
. If I did it on my own, even crueler punishments awaited me. Honey, I'm in so much pain.
But as long as I can be with you, I'll endure it. At least my master promised he wouldn't ruin our marriage.

Honey, you're the only light in my life; with you, I'm happy. But I can't let you face
all . Even if you could accept me like this, I can't accept being with you like this. I'd rather
die than accept that.

I can't say anymore, honey, the bus is almost here. I need to compose myself and go home to cook for you.

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After reading this latest email, my heart is breaking. I noticed my wife writes all her emails on
her commute . No wonder I've never seen her write emails at home. What has she been through to become like this?

【The End】

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