My beloved wife

My wife and I met in a rather interesting way; we were actually old classmates. It happened
shortly after during a special operation. Looking back, I still feel incredibly lucky to be assigned
to a special operations team so early in my career.

Actually, the mission was quite simple, without any real danger. Of course, as a newcomer, I was
just doing peripheral work, like cleaning up.

At the time, the mission was just ending, and the captured person was injured—whether self-harm or someone else's doing—it
was quite frightening. I was responsible for helping other colleagues transport the person to the city hospital for treatment. It was at the city hospital that I met
my wife. Because of the suddenness of the situation, the hospital director wasn't in the city, so she temporarily took over as the attending physician. I waited until
the surgery over. She emerged from the operating room, looking exhausted, clutching her forehead. Because of the long hours she had been working, she
was unsteady on her feet and almost fell.

"Doctor, are you alright?" I quickly helped her to her seat.

She casually wiped the sweat from her forehead, shook her head, and took off her mask. I finally saw her
face ; clean and delicate. While not exceptionally beautiful, her large, serious eyes held
an unexpected and fatal attraction for me, like a bottomless, mysterious vortex, compelling me to explore further.
However, this woman looked strangely familiar.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You…you are…" I stared at her, somewhat puzzled.

"Zhao Jun…" She tilted her head slightly, staring at me blankly for a while before finally uttering my name.

"You're Yu Qingshuang?" A girl I had almost forgotten surfaced in my memory.

"It's me. You've come to XX City too?" she smiled.

I looked her up and down. In my memory, she was a middle school girl, not very tall, with a youthful face
, two braids, and somewhat unfashionable clothes. At this moment, her face was delicate and refined, her
tall figure only slightly shorter than mine. Her two braids had transformed into a long, flowing, jet-black hairstyle,
perfectly complementing her white coat. Her capable and elegant aura was undeniable. Although the hospital smelled strongly
of disinfectant , standing before her, I could faintly detect a delicate fragrance emanating from her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, noticing my somewhat dazed expression.

"Oh, I just didn't expect such a coincidence that you work at the city hospital," I replied, realizing my
lapse in composure.

"I went to university here, and I heard that some of my old classmates from Qingjiang City also came here."

...

After that, Qing Shuang and I reunited. After so much time apart, I never imagined she would grow up
to be so beautiful and poised. If it weren't for those unchanging, serious eyes, I wouldn't have recognized her. They say
girls change a lot as they grow up, and the ancients were right. Gradually, as we spent more time together in the city, feelings developed, and
we eventually got married.

After marriage, both of us were quite busy with work, at the hospital and the police station. You never know when
a call will come, or what time the phone will ring. With no one to care for the home, the house felt cold and
empty. My wife is very capable; she was at the top of her class in school and
diligently , quickly rising to the position of attending physician, becoming quite well-known in the city—everyone calls her
Director Yu.

My wife's career was flourishing, and I also accumulated some merit during my tenure. However,
for the family, someone always has to make sacrifices. After all, who would take care of the children? We couldn't
both be constantly busy.

Originally, my wife planned to demote herself, but her medical skills were superb, and the hospital wouldn't allow her
to give up a promising future. Moreover, despite her reputation, she strictly adhered to medical principles; things like accepting bribes
would never happen to her. Therefore, patients needing surgery generally preferred to have her perform their procedures.

As a result, I had to give up my career and transfer to the cyber police office within the bureau. At first, my wife
absolutely refused. She didn't want me to sacrifice the hard-earned achievements I'd made in the field,
and it took me a lot of effort to finally persuade her.

I lay quietly in bed, reached for my phone beside my pillow, and entered our internal cyber police work group
to check the chat history. After flipping through a few pages, I finally saw the content of the conversation.

"Finally finished overtime! Successfully dismantled a website spreading child pornography. We've already located its IP address.
Now it's time to deal with that."

"I'm exhausted. I have to admit, after watching all night, I'm almost exhausted."

"I despise you. You don't even spare children!"

"Get lost. I'm doing serious business." "

By the way, did you guys check the website I was asked to investigate?"

"I looked at a little bit. There were even people from the city hospital in it."

"Wow, who is it?"

"It seems like one, but I didn't look closely..."

The city hospital? These words caught my eye, and I couldn't help but feel a little interested. As a
cyber police officer, I've long been immune to many things. I deal with these kinds of things almost every day, and seeing them
gives me a headache and even makes me feel disgusted.

"Could it be someone I know?" I muttered to myself, and casually sent a message asking for the
website address.

Back when my wife and I were dating, I often sneaked into the city hospital under the guise of working on cases, just to
see her. But she was so busy with work that I spent most of my time at the hospital observing or sitting on the public
benches in the corridors. So I encountered people in the hospital much more often than I saw my wife, and
I knew some of them.

The website address came quickly, but it was accompanied by some teasing from my colleagues. These guys all
knew my wife was an attending physician at the city hospital.

"Brother Zhao, don't tell us you actually know her."

"Yeah, Brother Zhao, what if it's someone you know? That wouldn't look good."

"xxx, are you stupid? Even if it's someone you know, are you going to find them and say, 'Hey, beautiful, I've seen
your videos'?"

"Hahaha, you're such a jerk!"

I found the video through the link these bastards gave me; the title was "XX City Hospital Slut
."

It's a very ordinary title; almost every website's domestic content section has many similar titles.
Teachers, flight attendants, and so on—a significant portion of these are simply using a gimmick to stage their own performances,
often for their girlfriends, wives, or even prostitutes to cosplay. Thinking about this, my
initial enthusiasm waned.

But I couldn't sleep in the somewhat deserted bedroom. I reached for the video; the buffering was incredibly slow,
like squeezing toothpaste—only two or three percent of the clip was loading. A short three-minute clip taking
so long to buffer!

Perhaps it was the aching in my arms from holding it up for so long, but fatigue crept in, and my phone slipped from my hand onto
the bed. I don't know how much time passed, but in my hazy state, I felt a chill.

"Ugh." I rubbed my eyes. I'd kicked off the covers again in my sleep, curled up in a ball.
When my wife was beside me, she always noticed when I kicked off the covers and carefully covered me again.

I felt around on the bed, picked up my phone; it was past one in the morning. I wondered when my wife would
be back, and if the surgery had gone well. To my relief, the three-minute video on the webpage had
finished .

I clicked the play button in the center of the video, and "Ahhh!"—a woman's voice, or rather
, a girl's voice, reached my ears. The voice was quite powerful.

In the video, the girl was kneeling on the bed, a long white coat half-draped over her slender body, being
penetrated from behind by a slightly overweight man. Judging from the surrounding scene, it seemed to be a hotel room.

The girl's delicate body was pink and alluring. The man behind her would occasionally raise a hand and slap the girl's pert, snowy
buttocks. With each slap, the girl would let out an even louder "Ah!" The man's face
was blurred, but it wasn't hard to imagine the smug expression on his face when he was with the girl. It's said that men
feel a greater sense of conquest when they're with a woman.

Then the man reached down to the girl's position, lifting the white coat draped over her body, instantly
revealing the girl's already well-developed breasts. Experience told me that this girl was probably quite young,
around 24 years old, a recent college graduate. However, the girl's long hair was down, obscuring her face, and
given the fixed side-view camera angle, I couldn't tell if she was actually the hospital's youngest daughter.

"Hmm, you slut, is it good?" the man in the video suddenly said. His voice wasn't loud, but
judging from it, he was probably quite old, at least around forty—a clear case of an older man with a younger woman
!

"Ah, so good!" the girl responded, her words
mirroring !

But my wife's reaction seemed passive; whether she was truly enjoying it was something only she knew. Even after so many years
together , I wasn't sure if I truly satisfied her each time. To be honest, my
feelings for her were somewhat vague and ambiguous.

"Call me daddy!" the man in the video commanded, but the girl didn't respond this time, perhaps
out of shyness or reluctance. Even flirting carries a degree of insult.

"Slut, call me daddy now!" the man said, annoyed by the girl's silence. He grabbed
her hair and pulled her head back forcefully, shoving it directly in front of him.

At this point, I finally saw the girl's face clearly, but it was already the end of the video. I quickly pressed
the pause button. Because this short clip was filmed with a mobile phone, it wasn't very clear, but it was enough for me to recognize
that the girl was indeed from the city hospital! It was real! Not some kind of cosplay or role-playing game!

I wasn't very familiar with this girl; I had seen her a few days ago when I went to the hospital and chatted with her briefly.
She was sweet and cute, still in her internship, and worked on the same floor as my wife.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a little awkward. Logically, I shouldn't have such thoughts, since I
wasn't really friends with her, we had only met briefly. Or perhaps she and my wife
worked at the same hospital, so they were colleagues? But she was so young and pretty, why would she be
with an older man?

A mistress? Or was this older man really her other half? Did she just like older men? For
a moment, a strange thought occurred to me: could this older man also be a doctor at the city hospital?

After a while of random thoughts, drowsiness returned, and in my dream, I saw the scene from the video again.

"Slut, call me daddy!" the man, his face still blurred, lewdly sneered. In front of him was
the little girl with disheveled hair, her snowy buttocks raised as he roughly played with her.

She slightly raised her head, and through the blur, I saw her rosy lips wide open, seemingly enjoying the penetration
.

"Slut, I'll make you call me daddy, call me daddy! Are you mute?" The man stretched out his demonic claws and fiercely
grabbed her labia. I could almost see the deep red
handprints left on her snowy white skin.

Between her labia, a long, glistening black whip crisscrossed, its
length unclear but its thickness evident. This fullness seemed to bring her immense satisfaction. Each thrust
almost turned over the two plump, tender labia inside her honeypot, the original pink turning a vibrant, alluring red, like a blooming,
delicate flower.

But why does this delicious abalone look so familiar?

"Hahaha, how's my kung fu? Isn't it amazing?" the man shouted wildly, his
movements becoming faster and faster, almost piercing through the poor little girl's entire body. I stood motionless by the bed,
watching this scene.

She remained silent, silently enduring each heavy blow, her slender arms tightly braced against the bed.
I could see she was trembling, as if she was about to collapse. The man behind her had no tenderness whatsoever; he
was mechanically venting his lust.

"Slap!" A crisp sound echoed throughout the space, sounding quite jarring. The man's hand slammed heavily
onto the girl's buttocks, then he abruptly pulled her entire body into his embrace. The two vastly different bodies were
pressed tightly together. With the man's knees kneeling between them, the girl's legs could only
spread wide apart as much as possible, allowing the man's enormous penis to penetrate deeper into her honeyed orifice.

If before the man had been attacking forward one stroke at a time, now he was thrusting upwards repeatedly. He pressed one hand
against the girl's abdomen, while the other hand wantonly played with the two round balls on the girl's chest, occasionally flicking
the pink lychees on the balls.

What struck me as odd was how much larger her small breasts had become
.

"Slut, are you enjoying this?"

"Ah... um, yes, very good?"

"How good? Is it so good you're calling me daddy?"

"No... no!"

"No what?" the man demanded fiercely, his movements so fast I was dizzy. I knew
they were nearing their climax.

"I..." the girl tossed her hair, leaning tightly against the man's obese body, clearly exhausted
.

"What?" the man grabbed one of her breasts and demanded viciously, the once-white hemisphere almost
bursting under his grip.

"I..." the girl screamed, "Husband!"

She wasn't calling for daddy, but... husband?!

That voice... I stared at the girl, stunned. Her long hair, which had always concealed her face,
parted like a curtain as the curtain fell, revealing her face to me!

My eyes widened in shock! That clear face, those all-too-familiar eyes, long eyelashes
glistening with tears, a tear streaking down her cheek that pierced my heart.

"Husband…husband…" she murmured, looking at me, her pale lips slightly parted.

Before I could react, the man holding her tightly moved.

"Oh…ah!" He was at his limit, his final thrust on the woman a contractionary one.
Right before my eyes, he ejaculated into her, I could even see the white liquid slowly flowing from their
joined bodies, dripping onto the snow-white sheets below.

"Ahhh!" Finally, a piercing scream erupted from the woman's mouth, a mixture of indescribable
pain and post-coital pleasure, indistinguishable between reality and illusion.

…

"Ah! Qingshuang…Qingshuang!"

"Husband! Husband! What's wrong?" I vaguely heard my wife pushing me.

"Ah!" I jolted awake. It was a dream, a terrible nightmare!

"Honey... what's wrong?"

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and turned my head to see my wife's face.

[The End]

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