[The Married Woman's Case Files: Stalking] (Completed) Author: Cheng Rengu

Author: Cheng Rengu
Word Count: 18098

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Hong Kong is a strange place. Although there are more women than men in this small island,
very few men and women truly achieve physical satisfaction. Some men are not good at socializing, wasting their youth and energy on
video games and pornography. Women are full of love and desire, but hide behind face and morality, willingly remaining passive.

Young people are mostly carefree, fantasizing about what they will surely get in the future, but as they get older,
their needs turn into desires, desires into repression, and the repression, hidden, waits for the moment to explode.

I live in the old district of Kwun Tong. It has changed a lot in recent years. In the past, it was just old-style factory buildings, and the office workers
were a group of unambitious and forgotten people. But with the development of commerce, many large multinational companies have moved in, and large
trendy shopping malls have been built. It is now easy to find young and beautiful female office workers
here on full display, arousing the lust of all men.

This incident happened a year ago.

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Wai Yip, I'm twenty-four years old, and I live and work in Kwun Tong. My
job is installing broadband networks for PCCW. I live alone in a tiny 300-square-foot unit in Tsui Ping Estate. My mother
passed away , and my father used to live with me, but he returned to China in recent years. I heard he even married a young woman from the north, and
his life is quite happy.

Speaking of which, Wednesday is my holiday. Last night, I was online until 3 a.m. before I finally fell asleep, and when I woke up it was already
past 1 a.m.! That's even better, it saved me a meal!
I have nothing of value; my last girlfriend was back in high school. But that doesn't bother me. When I need something, I just go online, and all sorts of beautiful women are at
my beck and call.

After having fast food at a large shopping mall, I went to the backstreet, lit a cigarette, and saw quite a few beautiful legs walking around,
some old and some young. Those dressed conservatively in black stockings were mysterious and alluring, while those in revealing short skirts
openly yet they were within reach, arousing my fantasies.

I was strolling, smoking, when I saw a pair of legs clad in flesh-colored stockings and white traditional high heels. I
followed her, admiring her step by step, using my eyes and imagination to undress the woman in front of me—this was my special ability, something
others would envy. I'm used to following beautiful women, enjoying a moment of fantasy, and let me tell you, this moment is
the most wonderful.

Just looking at her from behind—long hair, hourglass figure, slender waist, beautiful legs, high heels—in my imagination, she must
be both beautiful and sexy, right?! As long as you're content to stay here, she is the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world.

But if you're greedy and want to see her face up close, you'll inevitably return disappointed every time, and worse, you
might even vomit up what you just ate!

The person in front of me wasn't tall, about five feet three inches, with long, straight hair, wearing a narrow beige cotton
blazer and a brown knee-high linen skirt. This length is my favorite; it's not too short, so it doesn't
feel vulgar, but it still shows off her entire calf and a little bit of her thigh, allowing me to imagine that she has curves
in all the right places—that's what makes her beautiful!

From behind, especially with those old-fashioned flesh-colored stockings, I can tell at a
glance probably not young, but not over forty. Someone wearing that could easily wear trousers, but choosing
a short skirt means she still considers herself beautiful.

Her gait isn't affected, so it's not the glamorous kind. The large swaying of her hips suggests she
still has desire, subconsciously trying to attract men. Seeing that her buttocks are round but not firm indicates she
hasn't had sex in a long time, but isn't a virgin; she's most likely a neglected married woman.

I immediately used my superpower, mentally removing her skirt to reveal flesh-colored stockings, pulled up to the top
with thick laces at the heel. Underneath were white cotton panties, the slightly yellowish
stains on her genitals from accumulated menstrual blood that couldn't be washed away.

Under her jacket was a frayed white vest; she was traditional and wouldn't
take it off in the office, and her undershirt couldn't be too thick or she'd get too hot. Since no one would see it, the vest
was essentially an undershirt, which is why she hadn't replaced it in years.

Thinking this, I was certain the woman before me was an extremely ordinary-looking woman, unremarkable. With my expectations
set, I decided to defy my usual ways and approach her for confirmation. I quickened my pace, but the backstreet was still
quite crowded , and passersby blocked my view, so I sped up even more, finally seeing her from the side.

She noticed my quickening and looked over.

To my utter surprise, the woman's skin was smooth and delicate, without a single blemish or pimple. Her sharp, almond-shaped eyes were
partially obscured by flat, black-rimmed glasses, and her delicate, dark eyebrows accentuated the exquisite detail of her features. Her nose
was sharp and high, even the nostrils perfectly sculpted. Combined with her delicate red lips and snow-white skin, this woman's
features weren't those of a typical beauty, but she possessed an exquisite face.

A feeling of delight made me want to look at her several times, but she noticed, so I slowed my pace
and followed her from behind. Her beauty replayed in my mind; it was a natural beauty, like
the girl next door you know—pure and ethereal even without adornment. I couldn't find a woman like this online, so I
'd never fantasized about having lustful desires with such a beauty.

I continued to follow her, this time looking at her back. Every part of her was made even more alluring by her beauty.
You know, if I could look at her completely naked face, I'd be truly blessed!

Thinking about it, how could her features, though not conventionally beautiful, combine to create such a noble and ethereal
beauty ? I kept idealizing her, thinking to myself, how could such a beautiful woman dress so old-fashionedly and work in this place?!
Was she not beautiful when she was young, and her femininity only emerged as she matured?! Her husband really doesn't know his own treasure;
how could he neglect such a perfect beauty and not properly satisfy her needs as a woman?!

Judging from her clothes and the slight wrinkles on her neck, she must be almost forty years old, right? At that age, although she couldn't have given birth to me,
she's still much older than me! I wonder what it would be like to be with her?!

In the blink of an eye, she turned and entered the Hongtu Industrial Building. I checked my watch and realized it was already two o'clock, so she must
be at work. The building was full of delivery workers and older office workers, all dressed in an old-fashioned way. I thought to myself,
how could such a pearl be hidden in this backward environment?

Although the woman wasn't dressed provocatively, several male passengers in the freight elevator couldn't help but stare at her.
One of the elderly men, dressed in a suit, greeted her, saying,

"Mrs. Han, have you had lunch?"

She was indeed married. Mrs. Han replied in a slightly high-pitched voice, "Yes, Mr. Huang, how about you?" Mr.
Huang said, "We've all eaten. Mrs. Han looks beautiful today. When are you free to have lunch together?"

Mrs. Han said, "Thank you, Mr. Huang. How about another day?" Mr. Huang was over seventy years old. Although he was eloquent,
I could tell he was probably not very capable. His lecherous eyes were quite annoying, but judging from the expensive watch he wore, worth over 300,000
yuan, he was quite wealthy. I figured I should treat this neighbor, Mrs. Han, with respect.

Mr. Huang asked in a concerned tone, "Mrs. Han, has your husband been discharged from the hospital?" Hearing this question, Mrs. Han,
seeing that everyone in the elevator was a stranger, shook her head and briefly replied, "No." Just as Mr. Huang wanted to ask more,
the elevator reached the fifth floor. Mrs. Han was about to leave, saying, "Goodbye!" Mr. Huang was reluctant to leave, but
there was nothing he could do . I immediately followed him out.

The floors inside the old factory building were filthy, stained with water and grease. I noticed she
walked , as if afraid of getting them dirty.

I didn't dare follow too closely, since we were the only two people exiting the elevator. I followed her around a corner to the end of a dark
corridor. She glanced back at me, as this was her only unit. Seeing her slightly nervous expression, she asked,

"Which company are you looking for?!"

Finally, I could talk to her face-to-face. I was both happy and nervous, but unsure how to answer, I blurted out,
"Room 604, is this room 604?!" She frowned and said, "...This is the 5th floor, and room 04
isn't this way... Go down the stairs one floor ahead and walk diagonally..." I looked at the company's sign; it read
"Jie Rong Trading Company," a small unit. I immediately smiled and said, "Oh...sorry...wrong place..."

She looked at me with a questioning, cold, and firm gaze. I didn't dare to be presumptuous and immediately turned and left.

Back in the elevator at the basement, my heart was still pounding. It was both exciting and thrilling! I should
have left, but thinking about what the old man had said and that tiny office, I figured she was probably alone most of the time
; otherwise, how could the old man dare to date a married woman in public?

With that in mind, I went home first, changed my clothes, put on a baseball cap, grabbed a book, and went back to the tea restaurant
across from to wait. I read to pass the time and ordered some drinks. Soon the sun set,
and it was almost six o'clock. Suddenly, the streets of Kwun Tong were filled with men and women leaving work. I put down my book and kept a close eye on
the factory building exit, afraid she would escape.

Time passed slowly, and I started to feel sleepy. The television behind me started to play; the news and weather report
had ended—it was seven o'clock. The streets were much less crowded; only a few porters
and auto mechanics remained on this side of the street. Suddenly, those white high heels appeared again, followed by her healthy, sexy legs. I immediately
paid the bill, got up, grabbed my backpack, pulled down my baseball cap, and followed her from behind.

Once on the street, she stood in line at the minibus stop, and I followed behind her, one person behind her. This was the first
time I'd ever followed someone like this. I felt a little perverted, yet also excited. Thinking to myself, I didn't really know
what I was planning to do, so I told myself that knowing where she lived was enough; after all, it was just a joke.

On the minibus, I sat in the last row and saw her back. We were already quite familiar with each other, but somehow,
every part of her seemed perfect. How had I become infatuated?!

There was some traffic on the way, but I actually enjoyed being so close to her. I wished we could sit even closer.

After half an hour, we arrived at Mei Ho New Estate Phase 2 and got off. I followed her, but as time went on
, I didn't dare get too close and let her notice, so I stayed half a block back, watching from a distance. She went to
the preserved meat shop in front of seat 27 and ordered a bento box for takeout. The shop owner said,

"Mrs. Han, it's ready. Same as usual, char siu and chicken rice without sauce, right?" Mrs. Han smiled and paid, saying, "
Thank you so much, boss!" The shop owner said, "Don't mention it... Are you going to the hospital again tonight?" Mrs. Han: "
No need... The doctor said I won't wake up so quickly after the surgery. Maybe I'll go again tomorrow morning!" The shop owner said, "
Thank you so much~" Mrs. Han just smiled and didn't reply. After picking up the food, she went to the side of the shop, pressed the code to open the iron gate and went
inside. There were security guards there, so I couldn't follow her in. I pretended to eat and went into the roast meat shop.

Thinking my journey was ending here, I casually ordered some food, only to overhear the owner and a female employee
talking . The employee said,

"Is her husband still in the hospital?!"

The owner replied, "No way... I heard it's terminal, he probably won't come out... It's so sad that someone so
young and beautiful has to be a widow..." The employee said, "I think it's a relief, isn't it? She's been
a widow for over five years now, all alone every night, her husband going in and out of the hospital more than ten times, she's really suffering!" The owner
said, "Lian Gu, how do you know how hard it is for someone to be a widow? Do you have a lot of physical satisfaction?!" Lian Gu:
"Tch!!! The boss is talking nonsense again, can I go talk to his wife?!" The shop owner said, "Oh dear!!
I'm scared of you... I misspoke, go ahead!! Hurry up and give it to the customer!!" My food arrived, and as I ate, I
thought about it . So this woman's background was like this. That company might have belonged to her husband before, and now she had to
manage it all by herself. A feeling of pity welled up in my heart.

On the way home, I devised a plan.

I had to work for the next few days. Although our department was in Kwun Tong, I was assigned to different
offices to install broadband. Fortunately, I was only responsible for the company account. There was also a lot of work in Kowloon East, so I usually just
traveled between Kwun Tong and Kowloon Bay. Most of the company employees wouldn't stay after 6 pm to wait for me to install, so I
usually finished the last part of the work before 6:30 pm each day. This week, every day after work, I would rush to
Hung To Road to wait for Mrs. Han to get off work. After accompanying her on the minibus home, I would watch her buy a lunchbox as she had asked, and then
I would go home.

Wednesday was my day off. That day, unusually, I wore my company uniform and arrived at
the back staircase of her office around ten o'clock. I first unplugged the broadband cable, smoked a cigarette, and then rang the doorbell.
After a while , she finally opened the door. The temperature had warmed up a bit. She was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, slightly
revealing a tank top underneath, and the same brown linen high-waisted skirt I'd seen her in before. I noticed she really liked wearing
old-fashioned flesh-colored stockings, and she was wearing them that day too, but with open-toed high-heeled sandals.

After she pressed the unlock button and opened the glass door, I said, "Hello, is this Jie Rong?!" "Yes."

"I'm from PCCW. I'm here for maintenance today, just checking if your broadband has been
affected !" she said in surprise. "It was working perfectly fine this morning, but suddenly the signal dropped!" Her
high-pitched voice matched her youthful face perfectly; perhaps this was her secret to maintaining her youth.

"Really?! It's impossible for it to affect our existing customers... Maybe the engineers downstairs made a mistake. It's
alright, I'll be back later." With that, I headed towards the back staircase.

She went back home after I left. I ran downstairs, ate breakfast, and then slowly returned to the fifth floor,
plugged the cable back in, and rang her doorbell again.

This time she opened the door quickly and said, "Yes, sir, it's fixed, no problem, thank you!" I
replied , "You're welcome, but I measured your speed, and it's much slower than usual. Is this a common occurrence?"
Actually, everyone would assume it was, because broadband speeds are often unstable, so everyone
has experienced periods of insufficient speed. She said, "Yes, I've tried it before and the speed is very slow, it's definitely not 3 Mbps
!" I said, "Then it must be a router setting problem, can I come in and take a look?!"

Seeing my uniform, she said without hesitation, "Sure, of course!" I went inside and found
it was a small 500-square-foot unit, divided into three rooms: a small bathroom, a boss's office, and
a large hall filled with cardboard boxes and other miscellaneous items. There were two desks there, but they seemed to be unused.

She led me to the boss's office where the router was located. There was a large desk, a bookcase, and a small sofa,
all very messy. There were some women's clothes on the sofa, probably hers. She was the only one in the entire office,
so it seemed this was her usual workspace.

I crawled on the floor pretending to fix the router, and secretly looked at her toes under her stockings, so white and long, so
alluring . Then I sat in her chair and did some settings on the computer. At that moment, I saw her account and
email address, and learned that her name was Ziyun, and her original surname was Lin.

I took out my USB drive, plugged it into the computer, installed a custom program, and then ran to the back stairwell
to move the broadband cable to the fiber optic cable side.

I was busy, and she didn't want to bother me, so she sat down at one of the tables outside to work. As I passed by,
I saw her sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, her toes lightly tapping her high heels, and I couldn't help but swallow hard.

Actually, I had finished my work, but since it was a rare opportunity to be in the same room with her, I took the chance to
rummage through her computer. First, of course, I looked at the websites she usually visited. Many of them were related to her toy trading business
, some were online clothing shopping sites, but in the end, I found some online dating platforms and some
pornographic video websites.

She hadn't expected anyone to be using her computer, so of course she wasn't on guard. Actually, as a mature woman, looking at
these things is perfectly normal, but the thought that this woman I thought about day and night also had such desires suddenly made me feel
a little itchy.

I checked her chat history on her dating platform, some of which were quite explicit:

"I really need a dick...come on, fill my pussy..." "

Down there?! It's already so wet...want to lick it?!"

"I'm so lonely at work, want to play with me?!" The
replies the profile and found
some erotic photos with her face obscured, mostly showing her breasts. She deliberately covered them, making them look really big,
but even without enhancements, I'd say a 34C! Most only showed her nipples, but a few were
photos of her underwear between her thighs, and some with less pubic hair. Finally, there were a few photos where her face was accidentally obscured,
but it seems she didn't upload those.

I found a treasure, so I immediately downloaded them to my USB drive, saved them, and will enjoy them at home.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly rushed in. I immediately closed the window, stood up, and said to her, "Yes, miss, it's all
set. Please try it out." She stepped in front of me, exuding a feminine scent, and I inhaled deeply, feeling
a surge of joy. She sat down, focusing intently on the monitor. From this angle, I could see her tank top and deep
cleavage beneath her shirt. I wondered if I was dreaming, how could I be so lucky!

I showed her some speed test websites. She tried them and found that her upload and download speeds were close to 100Mbps
. She was very excited, and even browsing the web was several times faster. I thought she must be thinking that she wouldn't have to
wait !

But she asked, "I don't understand! I only asked for 3Mbps bandwidth, how did it become 100Mbps?!"
I was still looking at her cleavage, feeling a certain arousal. Startled by her sudden question, I said, "Oh,
miss... this is a personal gift to you. I won't report it...
enjoy ~" I said, scratching my head and grinning foolishly.

Then she looked at me with an expression I'd never seen before—a smile. Her eyes, though not large to begin with, were long
and alluring, and now they curved into crescents when she smiled, like a manga girl, so cute! She said,

"Really?! That's so nice… but won't it cause you
any readily agreed, saying, "It's alright, I installed some software on your computer, so it won't be able to detect
it… don't worry… it's a gift for you!" She thought for a moment, then seemed puzzled, saying, "This… not
every customer gets it, right?!" "Of course not, you're the only free fiber optic user in the entire building!!"
I said.

"But… we're complete strangers… how…" Seeing my gaze and the angle at which I was standing, she instinctively and
subtly adjusted her shirt, as if not wanting me to notice.

My face flushed, and I nervously said, "Actually...actually...it's because...you're
the most beautiful customer I've ever met since I started working in this area...so that's why...hehe...anyway, it's a company resource...it's not like I paid for it myself..."
She didn't expect me to say that, and immediately adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, looking embarrassed, and said, "Huh?! This...really?
Thank you for saying that...hehe~" They say girls fall in love with their ears, and every woman, regardless of age,
likes to be complimented on her beauty. But this situation was really awkward, and I didn't know how to continue. Suddenly, I fell silent,
and she said,

"Well, whatever...thank you anyway...young man, what's your name?!" I then took out my...
He handed her his business card, saying, "My name is Lin Weiye, this is my phone number. I see you work alone, right?
If you have any computer or network problems, you can call me anytime." I
could hear myself say that "anytime" sounded a bit suggestive, but I didn't know how to
explain it further to avoid making things worse.

"Oh! What a coincidence, I also have the surname Lin, and your husband's surname is Han. Everyone calls me Mrs. Han. We're from the same clan, so she must be
your sister!" I knew my "sister's" private life all too well. She didn't have many friends, and every day
was either at work or at home, even on weekends. The rest of the time she spent visiting her dying husband in the hospital.
She was quite lonely, which explained why she was willing to befriend a stranger like me.

At this point, my perverted spying relationship was exposed, and I no longer dared to do anything reckless. I completely forgot about my earlier plans
to lure her in, and could only obediently leave.

But then, suddenly, the computer beeped. A message had arrived. We both looked at the screen; it was
a text message from the adult dating website, popping up along with the folder containing the pictures.

The message read, "Stop teasing me, you little slut... Tell me your address, and I'll come and comfort you
!!" I was startled because I had only closed the software window earlier, but hadn't completely logged out, so
messages were still being sent and received automatically. I looked at Sister Ziyun; she was both embarrassed and surprised, because she knew
she hadn't logged in this morning—it was obvious I had been spying on her.

She turned to me, annoyed, and we locked eyes, but she didn't know how to scold me. After all, it was her shameful secret.
Seeing her face flushed and her eyes glistening with tears, she shifted her gaze to my genitals. I didn't understand either.
Following , I realized that I had been slightly erect. Was it because of her photos and cleavage, or because I was finally able to
be in the same room with the person I had been longing for? I had no idea.

She seemed even angrier after seeing it, so I immediately packed my bag and left without a word. She didn't say a word either,
following me and closing the door behind her.

I went home disappointed and frustrated, completely forgetting what I saw or bumped into on the way; everything
was I could think about was her words and her eyes. At home, I hid in bed, and before I knew it
, it was afternoon. I hadn't eaten lunch and had no appetite, so I just browsed the internet.

Suddenly, I remembered that harmful adult dating platform, so I registered and logged in. I remembered her
username , so I looked for it and found she was still online. I was terrified and didn't dare do anything, but seeing her online made me feel like
she was nearby. I inserted my USB and looked at the photos. Her breasts were white and smooth, and her thighs were plump and
her pubic hair was lush. I couldn't help but masturbate.

Halfway through, my lust overwhelmed my reason, so I stopped and sent her a message:

"Mrs. Han...it's me. Mr. Lin from this morning...are you there?!" There was no reply.

"I'm so sorry, I was just curious... I'm really sorry..." There was no response again. "

It's alright, let me tell you the truth... Actually, this isn't the first time I've seen you. To be honest, I met you on the street
last Wednesday. was attracted by your beauty and followed you for a while...
I only learned you had a husband and that he was seriously ill after hearing what that lecherous old man said to you in the elevator... Later, in front of your office, you even gave me
directions on how to find room 604, right? Remember?!

I was going to leave, but somehow, I kept thinking about you. It's like a strange magic, something I've never
experienced before... So I waited downstairs at your office until you left. I even followed you onto
the minibus to your house. Of course, I wouldn't follow you again; it's just me indulging my own fantasies, I can't involve
anyone else .

But after hearing the owner of the roast meat shop talk about your background and learn that you've been alone for many years, I wanted to get to know you even more."
For the next few days, I followed you after work, knowing your life was dull and monotonous, so I wanted to do something... That's why I
created the opportunity to get you broadband internet and upgrade it for free. As for snooping on your privacy, it
was really wrong of me, but the thought of such an attractive beauty like you being alone,
of course ... A long message, no reply, is she not at her computer?!

Thinking about this, I unconsciously went downstairs. By the time I reached the factory gate, it was already 7 pm. Usually, she
would have left by then. Maybe I knew she wasn't there, so I dared to go up and see what was going on. If she wasn't there, I would
give up .

But when I arrived, the light was still on inside. I nervously walked back and forth several times before finally mustering the courage to ring the doorbell. After
a long time, she finally came out, but she wouldn't open the door. Through the glass, she said,

"What are you doing here?! You pervert!! You'd better leave now, or I'll call the police!" I felt sad,
but I still had to ask the question I came here for: "It's okay, you don't have to open the door... but did you see my message?!"
She replied, "So what if I saw it?! Am I supposed to be touched?!" I thought that made sense, so I said,
"No... I... I just like you... I'm sorry, don't be afraid, I won't bother you anymore once I leave."
I was going to let it go, but a wicked thought popped into my head, so I said, "But... can I
make and put them in the lobby for people to look at?!" Although there was no response from inside, I knew she heard me.

I said again, "No, no, no, that Mr. Huang must really want to see these, right?! I'll sell them to him first, but I hope
he doesn't have a heart attack?!" With a click, the door unlocked. I turned around, opened the door, went in, and then locked the door with the
horizontal lock. Inside, I saw her leaning against the desk in the living room, her face full of worry. She said,

"What...what do you want?!"

I hadn't really thought about what I wanted, so I said, "I don't know...I think...I just want to get closer to you?
I don't need much." She didn't understand and said, "Get closer?! What do you mean by getting closer? Don't do anything rash. I'd rather
you post those photos of me randomly!" Although she said that, if she wasn't worried, why would she have let me in
?

I sincerely said, "I won't do anything rash. I just want to sit down with you on the sofa." "
Really ?! If I do that, will you agree to destroy those photos?!" As she spoke, she led me into her room.
I sat down first, and then she sat on the far side of the sofa.

"I want to...hold you...is that okay?!" I said.

"What is this...you might as well just say what you want..." Although she said that, she knew she
had nothing to negotiate, so she obediently sat down next to me, and I put my hand on her shoulder. Perhaps it's because everyone
hasn't been intimate with others for a long time, this posture is a bit strange.

She smelled wonderful, not from perfume, but from her own body, with
a slight . I couldn't resist bringing my nose to her neck and sniffing, saying, "Mmm...you smell so good!!!" She seemed
a little embarrassed and said, "Don't talk nonsense...how could I smell so good..." My gaze drifted to the hem of her skirt and her thighs; the
flesh-colored stockings were very alluring, so I said, "Can I touch them?!" She adjusted her glasses and said, "
Can I refuse?!" So I reached out and placed my hand on the thigh I had fantasized about a hundred times. I stroked it
gently , slowly savoring the pleasure of each touch, moving from the outside of her thigh to the inside, but not daring
to move too far upwards. After a few times, she knew I wouldn't cross the line, so she relaxed and let me enjoy her thighs.

Although she didn't say anything, I could tell from her eyes that she hadn't been touched by anyone in a long time, and
she felt a slight attraction to me being so close.

She was wary that I might touch her private parts, so she crossed her legs, her thighs tightly encased in stockings, looking even more
sexy . I felt an arousal. Sitting on the sofa, her short skirt was inevitably pulled up a bit, revealing most of her fleshy
legs. I couldn't help but stare. Seeing my expression, she shyly turned her head away.

I moved closer, gazing at her delicate face, and then my hand moved to her thighs, which were crossed over her legs. I
slowly savored those beautiful flesh, the legs of a mature woman. Because they hadn't been used much, the muscles were beginning to relax slightly, feeling soft and supple.
My penis was already erect, pressing against my pants.

The thought that this beautiful woman, whom I had only met by chance on the street, was now alone with me in a
room, at my beck and call, filled me with a surge of emotion. My heart was pounding loudly, and I knew she could hear it too.

I pulled her legs closer to me, making her lean against me. She saw my
erection and immediately turned her face away, but her body remained relaxed against me.

She whispered, "You...didn't you say it was just to be close to me...? Does it count as being close now?"
I ignored her words and pressed my face against her neck, where I could smell her faint body odor, a delicate fragrance.
I kissed her there, and she flinched. I knew she was nervous, so I said, "Don't worry
...I'll stop after this kiss...okay?" Hearing this, she relaxed and let me kiss her. I became even bolder,
sitting up and taking her hand from her thigh, placing it on her neck, and passionately kissing it.

I breathed hot air onto her neck and behind her ears, licking her neck with my tongue. After a few strokes, she curled up
, her thighs tightly pressed together, clearly feeling ticklish.

I then abandoned that spot and moved to her earlobe. I teased it a few times with the tip of my tongue, then took the entire earlobe
into my mouth. This seemed to be her sensitive spot; she naturally let out an "Ahhh," but immediately masked her pleasure
. But I pressed my advantage, continuing the wet kisses, and suddenly shoved my entire tongue into her ear canal. The warm, wet
sensation sent a shiver down her spine, but surprisingly, she didn't turn her head away. Instead, she gently pulled me towards her, wanting me
to continue giving her pleasure.

This spot was peculiar because it provided pleasure without being a sexually explicit area, so she let me continue without any
suspicion . After a while, she gradually softened from the pleasure, closing her eyes and slightly opening her mouth.
Seeing this, I reached for her breasts and gently stroked them a few times through her white shirt. Seeing that she didn't resist, I
began to caress them.

Mrs. Han's breasts were a C-cup, large and soft, making them particularly sensitive. I knew that women with large breasts usually enjoyed having
that area played with, so I massaged them rhythmically, gradually increasing the pressure. At this moment, her face began to flush, and her thighs
no longer crossed, but lay flat on the ground. Seeing her reaction, I was overjoyed, and my lower body swelled up, pressing high against
my crotch.

During this time, she kept her eyes closed, her hands resting lightly at her sides, afraid to move. At this moment, I took her
right hand and placed it on my erect crotch, hoping she would give me some pleasure.

But unexpectedly, the shape of my penis startled her awake. She clearly knew what it was, so she opened her eyes and
found herself actually agreeing with me stroking her breasts, crying out, "No!! You can't!" Although she
said that, her head was still against mine, and she didn't push away my hand on her breasts. I stuck my tongue back and
whispered in her ear in a magnetic voice, "Ziyun...don't you need it too...there's only you and me here...one man and one
woman ...to satisfy each other...isn't that more...comfortable than you writing those dirty things?"
When I said the word "comfortable," I breathed into her ear, and she trembled as if she had been electrocuted, letting out a soft "oh," and I saw her
legs clench slightly, her face turning red.

Seeing her slow reaction, I realized she was starting to hesitate. I took a USB finger from my pocket and handed it to her,
saying, "...Here, I'm returning this to you...Whether you want to continue or not is your choice...I'm not forcing you..." She held it
in her hand, thinking for a while, wondering if she was truly letting me play with her for the photos or if there was another reason.
Then she looked at me with those alluring eyes through her refined black-rimmed glasses. Seeing that she didn't react, I reached between her
legs. She slightly opened her thighs, and I put my hand inside her, discovering that her panties were already wet.

She gripped my fingers tightly, her hand hovering in the air, her eyes closed again. I gently
rubbed my fingers against the surface of her panties, first with straight strokes, then lightly pressing on her clitoris. Her brows furrowed, and
she let out a soft moan: "Mmm... mmm..." I kissed her ear again, and this time her neck pressed more
against mine, as if she were enjoying it. I whispered again, "Ziyun... don't worry... I promise you... let's do it
properly this time... I won't bother you anymore... okay?!" Her thighs opened wider, and even through
the stockings and panties, my fingers were already soaked. She knew that words couldn't express the honesty of her body, and
she opened her eyes to look at me, indicating that she would do whatever I wanted.

But I didn't want her to pretend she was being forced, so I started to move my fingers around. She felt the pleasure below increase. She hadn't experienced having her genitals served
in years , and she felt satisfied, but her moral conscience prevented her from speaking. I asked, "
Okay ?! Okay?!!" She still didn't answer, but stared at me with wide eyes and nodded slightly. I
persisted, saying loudly, "I can't hear you... Will you do it with me properly?! Okay?!!"
I quickened my pace, and she felt waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She couldn't help but answer, "Ah... Okay... Okay!!!"
After saying that, she crossed her bottom line, let go, and her USB fingers fell to the ground. She ignored it,
pressing my hand down and guiding me on how to make her feel better. It seemed she was very familiar with masturbation techniques, and
she became excited in no time.

I stared wide-eyed as this dignified beauty transformed into the wanton woman in those photos, inwardly shouting,
"Women are wonderful!! A lady's wantonness is the most alluring!!!" Seeing her controlled by lust and
gradually losing her senses, I suddenly pulled away, crawling to the ground. She hadn't expected this; when I released her, her eyes showed a hint of disappointment.
I knew that at this moment, she was determined, there was no turning back.

I crawled between her thighs, letting her fleshy legs rest on my shoulders. I placed my head in front of her panties covered by stockings,
pressing my nose against her warm, moist organ, inhaling freely. Ah~ so her scent there is quite strong!!

"Ah!!! The smell...it's so strong!!!!"

She clamped her legs together, covered her face with her hands, and said shyly, "No...don't smell it...it stinks there!!"
I not only enjoyed the mature woman's scent, but also stuck out my tongue to lick the stockings, tasting the juices. I knew in my mouth
that this was the beauty fluid I had been fantasizing about for so long, and my lower body was already swollen and a little painful.

"How could that be???!!! I wish I could drink all of this jade dew...you have no idea how hot you are right now!!!"
She didn't know how to respond to this erotic praise, and just kept laughing lewdly. I had never seen such a sexy,
awkward , so I increased the intensity and said, "Ziyun... thank you!!! Thank you for letting me eat you...

I'm so happy... I'd be willing to give up a few years of my life just to smell this..." I spoke sincerely,
licking and grinding her lips vigorously. She enjoyed it all, feeling sweet inside. She tilted her head back, crossed her thighs to
trap my head, and grabbed my head with both hands, guiding me to serve her.

But the real breaking of the line occurred at this moment. She suddenly lifted her waist, slipped her hands under her skirt, and pulled down
her panties and stockings to her thighs. Then she stretched her beautiful legs high, pulled them up with her hands, and
exposed her entire vulva in front of me. This action startled me. I looked at her and saw that her smile had disappeared, and her expression was very
serious , but with eight parts lewdness in it. She took the initiative, gesturing for me to eat her directly.

I gladly obeyed, noticing that the skin around her vulva was noticeably darker than the rest of her fair skin, confirming
that she frequently "exercised" those two fleshy parts. At that moment, thick white fluid seeped from between her folds. I brought my mouth
close, using my tongue to scoop up a large amount of white fluid and swallow it. This action gave her far more conscious pleasure than physical pleasure
. I opened my mouth to let her see her own fluids on my tongue and mouth. I made a lewd expression, swallowed it,
and then showed a satisfied look in my eyes, but actually, it tasted really good!

Seeing me enjoy her fluids so much, she felt a tingling sensation in her heart and moaned, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."
More fluids accumulated inside her. I used my hands to spread her thighs, pressed my entire body against hers, and began to eat and drink frantically.
My movements became more vigorous, and I kept eating, quickly consuming several large mouthfuls of her fluids. She
stared at me excitedly, her mouth pursed, showing her affection.

I ate like that for a while, the small office filled with the sounds of dampness and our moans.
It was already . I saw her looking out the window, her reflection shimmering in the light—a woman with her legs spread
wide, offering her genitals to a man. The mature woman's legs were raised high, incredibly wanton, and seeing this filled her with extreme satisfaction.

At that moment, primal lust had completely overwhelmed reason. The reason we had come to this relationship
and this wanton position were no longer important. How could a mature woman, parched for years, resist the natural
needs of her body? She suddenly sat up, helping me to my feet, and awkwardly tried to pull down
my pants. Seeing her eyes blazing with desire, I easily pulled them down myself, along with my underwear. My erect penis, which had been pressing in for so long,
sprang out like a spring, dangling in front of her.

I finally released my erect penis, feeling a surge of satisfaction. Looking down at her, I saw her mesmerized by what she saw, staring
blankly , her eyes filled with a mixture of love and shock, unsure of what to do.

I gently pressed her head down, drawing her closer to this object of a woman's desire. Her natural response kicked in;
she stuck out her tongue and began licking the glans. Her breathing was rapid, the hot breath and the sensation of her tongue giving me unparalleled pleasure.
I couldn't help but cry out,

"Wow!!!! So good…"

This reaction confirmed her feelings. She gripped my penis tightly with her slender hands and began to stroke it, her tongue curling and licking,
occasionally tasting some of the filth as if it were a delicacy. I thought to myself that the satisfaction must be
the same as when I ate her vaginal fluids earlier. The fact that my own filth could evoke such pleasure in another was an indescribable feeling.

She was getting used to it; the memories of serving men, learned years ago, had returned . She took the entire glans into her mouth ,
sucking up and down: "Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!" Interspersed with her moans of pleasure : " Ugh ...
Oh... Ahh ... I didn't want her to suffer, so I took out my penis and started masturbating. Her glasses were already fogged up by the warm, moist air, which only added to her confusion. As I masturbated, I gently tapped her lips, and her eyes widened, revealing an even stronger desire. Seeing me getting into it, she secretly slipped her hand down to her genitals and gently touched herself, making loud wet sounds . She felt even more ashamed and angry when she heard it. We masturbated while looking at each other, but I still felt uneasy. I teased her, "Ziyun... do you usually masturbate like this??!?" She got excited and answered passionately, "Yes!! That's right... like this ... but..." I finally heard her use a dirty word, saying, "But what... my love..." "Brother Weiye ... sister... like this, but it's not enough..." Hearing her call me by my name for the first time made me very happy, especially since she referred to herself as "sister"! I felt my arousal reaching its peak, so I let go and said, "Good sister... what would satisfy you ..." She pouted, one hand constantly fiddling with her labia, while the other automatically pulled off her shirt, revealing her perfectly white upper body and bra, saying, "I... don't know either... Weiye... what do you think?!"

Yun's voice was naturally delicate, and her slightly high-pitched tone made her utter lewd words quite charming. Hearing her
ask such a coquettish question, I felt a surge of desire and couldn't resist these flirtatious tricks any longer. I immediately knelt before her and said,

"My method... is the most thorough... my dear sister!!" As I spoke, I took off her shirt and unhooked
her bra .

Finally, those plump, soft breasts were before me for my enjoyment, but my mind was preoccupied with her
other organ. While sucking on one breast and nibbling at her already erect nipple, my other hand removed
one of her high heels, pulling down her stockings and panties, placing them on her other beautiful leg. We deliberately didn't remove
the clothing from her other leg, knowing that this would make what followed even more exciting.

I sucked hard, and her desire intensified. She moaned sweetly, "Oh... Weiye... the way you suck
... makes me even more aroused... I can't take it... I want... I want..." Hearing her pleading, I was already prepared.
I said, "Then I'll come in... good sister..." As I spoke, I aimed my penis, but she exclaimed in surprise, "Ah?! So
fast... you're not even wearing one... do you have one?!" These words were like a slap in the face. I hadn't done this for years, and I had
n't even seen this part in porn. I said, "Good sister... this is only my second time... I didn't think about
preparing... I'm sorry..." I saw her expression turn to disappointment, but she still pretended to hide her desire and said,
"Oh... well... it's okay, I'll help you release..." I felt it was my fault. I thought that I
was already very satisfied to have made this beauty like this for me, so I nodded, stood up, and placed my penis in front of her.

She stood up and took off my remaining shirt, but after a long day of activity, I was sweating profusely and
smelled strongly of men. I felt embarrassed, but to my surprise, she didn't resist. Instead, she leaned closer to me,
sniffing, and muttered to herself, "Mmm...a manly scent...very good..." Perhaps knowing we
wouldn't have intercourse, she suddenly became more proactive and kissed my neck.

Her right hand gently stroked my penis, which I enjoyed. I lowered my face to her delicate face
and pressed my lips to hers, but she avoided it.

I tried several times without success, and my penis softened slightly. She noticed and said, "No...I
can't kiss..." I was puzzled. Why was she willing to have intercourse with me but not kiss? Seeing my
reaction, she sniffed my body a few more times, her face full of satisfaction. She gently bit her lower lip, then knelt in front of me and took my
penis into her mouth.

She knew her goal was to make me climax, so she focused intently on sucking, her tongue swirling in her mouth,
rubbing the clitoris of my penis. Pleasure surged, but I was still distracted by her not kissing me back. No matter how much she sucked,
I remained hard. After a while, she looked up, saw my disappointed expression, understood my thoughts,
and pulled me down to sit on the sofa.

She straddled my lower abdomen, and I felt her naked, wet lips pressed against my stomach. I felt incredibly happy
. Wasn't she forced? Now she was willingly satisfying me in this position. Thinking of this, my
lower body stirred again.

She faced me, first taking off her glasses and tossing them aside. I looked at the glasses marks still on her face, but
I was deeply attracted by her beauty without her glasses, and my lower body was hard again.

Unaware of my presence, she continued to draw me in, gently saying, "I...I haven't kissed anyone in a long time...

I'm scared...I've only ever kissed my husband before..." Before she could finish, I couldn't resist pressing
my lips to hers. At first, her lips remained tightly closed, but after some gentle persuasion with my tongue, she finally opened them. I gently
licked her tongue, which she initially kept hidden in her mouth, but I didn't mind, constantly swallowing her saliva,
saying as we kissed,

"Ah...so sweet...your saliva is so delicious...I want more..." After a while,
my body grew hot, and we embraced, her inhaling my scent intently, her desire growing stronger, her body
moving.

Although we didn't actually penetrate, this simulated position was incredibly pleasurable for both of us. She let go of everything
, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, our tongues intertwining wildly, exchanging saliva, kissing passionately,
neither of us wanting to separate. She became very thirsty, wanting to taste my saliva.

We weren't in a hurry at all. At this moment, in everyone's eyes, we were definitely lovers!

She was still worried that my lower body wasn't ready, so she continued to kiss me tenderly for a long time. Kissing is a
strange thing; it seems more reserved than intercourse, but in fact, it's much more intimate!

Gradually, I understood why Ziyun had refused to kiss me in the first place. It was because kissing mouth to mouth and cheek to cheek quickly aroused her
. Seeing her kissing more and more passionately, her lower body constantly shaking and rubbing, my lower abdomen was now covered in her juices. Her face
grew hotter and hotter, her passionate kiss filled with love, and she kept playing with my hair, her body shaking faster and faster.

My lower body was already hard. When her shaking became more intense, her buttocks bounced off my penis, and suddenly she exclaimed, "Ah?!"
Then she opened her eyes and looked at me with a shy expression, as if she wanted to say something.

Her eyes were sharp, piercing right into my heart. I said, "Ah...ah...yes...it's already hard...I'm so tired
..." She looked at my burning desire, her mind racing, but her body still writhed. She pressed her burning
face against my ear and said, "Oh...oh...me too...what should we do...I'm dying..." Seeing her writhing
, almost driven mad by lust, I could only insert my fingers into her lower body to offer some relief. My fingers were immediately
sucked in; there was a pool of thick, wet fluid. The more I inserted my fingers, the more she went wild, abandoning
all restraint, crying out:

"Wow!! Ah...ah...so good...insert it again...it hurts so much!!!!" She rode my
hand , moaning and shaking, fantasizing that she was actually doing it!!

Her thrusts increased, and my hand began to hurt, but the beauty was awakening, enjoying herself, and how could I bear to spoil
her fun! She shook it a few times, saw my expression, and knew she was being selfish. But I
teased her without complaint, and she stopped. She grabbed my engorged penis, flicked it a few times, and said,

"Come on... I don't care about anything else... I want you inside... okay?!" Those words sent me soaring
. I looked at her; her eyes were narrowed, her face flushed, as if she were drunk. I stared at her, disbelieving
her words. How could such a refined lady ask me to penetrate her directly... wasn't she being forced?

Seeing my lack of reaction, she took a handful of her vaginal fluid from her labia and used it as lubricant on my dry penis.
She wanted me to experience the pleasure she could give me, and said, "Ah... Weiye... Sister, please... please come in
... I'm so itchy I'm going crazy... please hurry..." As she spoke, she brazenly twisted her waist.

Seeing her like this, I was completely powerless to resist, so I pressed my face against her and kissed her, pulled her hand off my
genitals , and held her hand tightly. She naturally moved her body back slightly, and I thrust my penis
in with a "thud," completely penetrating her body.

She reacted strongly, arching her back and shouting , " Ah
... The woman-on-top position on the sofa was really enjoyable. Her naked upper body was right in front of me, her C-cup breasts swaying up and down, her nipples bouncing. As I rocked her, I pulled up her skirt to allow her thighs to move freely. At that moment, I could see her thick, black pubic hair. Her rocking movements were in sync with mine, making each thrust go deep into her, the glans pressing against her cervix. We would both moan simultaneously, like a chorus, our voices in unison: "Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!!" We rocked wildly , completely absorbed, in this position for several minutes. Her face was still flushed, but her eyes were full of satisfaction. With each full thrust, she smiled—a smile of pure, animalistic pleasure. I hadn't had sex in a long time and was inexperienced. Her constant flow of vaginal fluid soaked my entire lower body, the slippery sensation bringing me close to orgasm. I knew she wasn't satisfied yet, so I tried my best to control myself, but the more I tried to restrain myself, the more easily I felt aroused. I had no choice but to stop and pull out halfway, leading her to the desk. She took off her stockings and short skirt, but because I was much taller than her, she understood and automatically put her sexy . She came to the desk, bent over, and stuck out her plump buttocks, ready to receive me. I looked at her naked body, the high heels under her beautiful legs carrying a lewd connotation, and then penetrated her from behind. We had only been apart for a short while, and when we reunited, the intense pleasure of penetration returned. Her buttocks were impacted, and she felt a sense of pleasure, moaning loudly : "Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! It's so hard!!! Baby ...you're making me feel so good!!!!!!!!!" I thrust faster and faster, my hands not only moving to fondle her breasts from behind, but also gently flicking her nipples with my fingers, which made her moan even more wildly: "Ah!!! Ah!!! You're so naughty!!! Ohhh!!! Ahhh!!!!" I was getting excited and gently patted her buttocks, panting as I said, "Ah...ah...good sister...are you comfortable...ah... ah...ah..." She turned around and looked at me, nodding and saying, "Ah...ah...ah...love...I...I'm very comfortable ..." Seeing her disheveled and wanton appearance, I felt very proud that this beauty was so excited by me, and said, "Ah...ah ...it's just a pity that I promised...only this once...ah...ah..." She pouted and said, "Ah...ah...ah...I was wrong...it's so comfortable...sister...every night..." " Yes ! Ahh ... I stretched out my arms and pulled her hands back, exposing her vaginal fluids. Her body odor filled her nose, and the stimulation of the scent triggered her most primal hormones. Her body stretched again, and the pleasure in her lower body increased. She took a sniff and exclaimed, "Wow!!!! Such a fragrant manly scent... I love men so much!!!!" I felt a tightening in my lower abdomen, and I was about to climax. So I released her hands, grabbed her soft thighs, pressed them down, and thrust into her wildly at high speed. She felt my body and said reluctantly, "Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...shoot on my face... don't be afraid...I like it...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh..." I used all my strength to hold back, and after a while she couldn't make a sound, her breathing was rapid, her brows were furrowed, and she bit her lower lip. I couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! I can't take it anymore...shoot inside...is that okay... good sister!!! Ahhh! Ahhh!" She was so close to climax that she couldn't speak, only repeatedly saying: "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh ! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! " But in the end she still said: "Ahhhhh! Oh no...today is dangerous...I'll get pregnant...ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" " I wanted to pull out but couldn't control my body, saying, 'Ahhh! Ahhh! But...it feels so good... Ahhh ! Ahhh! Do you really want me to stop... Ahhh! Ahhh!' Her body swayed constantly, then suddenly she squeezed my waist tightly with her thighs, barely managing to utter, 'Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Don't stop...don't stop... shoot...let's go...go together!! Fill me...fill me!!' This accepting statement pushed me to climax, and I finally couldn't hold back: 'Wowhhh!!' She also screamed loudly at the same time, no longer caring whether anyone heard: 'Ahhh!!' " A large amount of hot semen burst from my penis. I felt that with each spasm, a lot of semen was shot out, something I had never experienced before. I was thrusting forward uncontrollably. She seemed to have a painful expression on her face, but her thighs were tightly clamped around me. All the muscles in her beautiful body were clenched, and she bit her lower lip so hard that it almost bled. With each shot of hot semen into her uterus, her body convulsed like an epileptic seizure. Even after I finished ejaculating, she still convulsed a few more times."

I lay exhausted on top of her, but to my surprise, she even kissed me on the lips after her arousal. Women are truly wondrous.

Reluctantly, I pulled out my softened penis, and a large amount of white semen flowed out,
forming . I looked at her with regret, but she seemed to glow, her skin fair and rosy,
leaning softly against me with irresistible charm, saying, "My darling... this is exactly what I need... don't worry, let it
come I haven't been this happy in a long, long time... any consequences are worth it... come! Kiss me!!!"

The plot took an unexpected turn. How could I have imagined that she would become like this after the baptism of sex? I picked her up,
placed her on the sofa, and embraced and kissed her.

After getting dressed, we went to the tea restaurant downstairs for dinner. I told her that I usually waited for her here
after work, and then we started to get to know each other. It turned out that she used to be her husband's secretary, and he had pursued her for many years before accepting
her. But unexpectedly, he was diagnosed with brain cancer a little over a year after their marriage, and his condition had been deteriorating for the past five years. Recently, he had stopped recognizing people
. She was truly lonely. These past few years, she'd been busy taking care of him and managing her work, her social circle had narrowed considerably, she had no
friends, and her family was back in China.

It turned out she was just forty, more than sixteen years older than me. She asked why I was
interested , and I couldn't answer. I only knew that I was attracted to her the day I met her; perhaps it was fate. But I also jokingly added
that I've always liked mature women, even choosing mature actresses in adult films. Although she called me a bit perverted,
she was all smiles.

After dinner, I drove her back to Mei Foo. She initially knew I lived in Kwun Tong and didn't need me to take her, but I said I was worried
that when she woke up the next day, she wouldn't pay any attention to my little brother anymore, so I wanted to enjoy some more time together. She agreed
.

When I arrived at her building, I saw that the roast meat shop was closed. I said,

"Han... no, dear sister... but goodbye, tonight... thank you... don't worry... I'll delete all the photos as
soon ... hehehe." She flicked her hair and adjusted her glasses. She was such a beautiful woman, so elegant
. She said, "Ziyun... call me Ziyun, Weiye, I like it when you call me that. Tonight... I'm so
happy , it feels like a burden that's been lifted off my shoulders, so light... I should thank you... as for those photos...

I'd like you to keep them... to admire them often!" We smiled at each other and then went our separate ways.
After she locked the door, she suddenly turned back and said,

"Weiye!! Weiye!!" I turned and ran back, saying, "Ziyun, what's wrong?" "Nothing...
nothing ... I was worried you'd be tired... would you like to come up for a cup of coffee before you leave?" she said, looking down.

"Oh?! This..." I didn't expect her to say that.

"Anyway... today isn't... over yet..." she said shyly.

I was overjoyed. She reached out and took my hand, and we went home together.

We didn't have coffee; that night, the beautiful Ziyun and I had a
wonderful until midnight. Afterwards, she didn't change; she continued to enjoy herself with me. We would stay at
her house three nights a week, and the rest of the time she would stay at my house. She would help me pack and cook
delicious meals us—mature women are so wonderful.

I would always accompany her to the hospital to visit her husband. Of course, I would wait downstairs. She said that after having me,
her life had direction, and she no longer had to face things alone; her mood was much better.

Six months later, her husband finally passed away. I did my best to help her with the funeral arrangements, which made her feel even more at ease, and she
showed no sadness during the funeral.

Until last week, I proposed to my love, who is sixteen years older than me—double happiness! Although my father and
all my friends strongly opposed it, I still feel like the happiest person in the world!! Such a happy occasion went unblessed
, so I can only tell this story here—a love story born from stalking!!

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