[Semen Spots] (6.1-6.3) Author: Jianming (The Immortal Rabbit)

Author: Jianming (Immortal Rabbit)
Word Count: 12319

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(6.1)

After parting ways in front of the apartment building, I didn't see Lu Lu again all morning. At 2 pm, I stood in front of the study
window and carefully looked at the opposite door. The curtains were drawn, and I couldn't see inside. The black Audi at the gate was not there,
which meant Mr. Huang was not at home. I had a slight impulse to go to their house to check on them, but I felt it would be too abrupt,
and I didn't want to contact Lu Lu online. After looking for a while, I decided to go out and arranged to
meet Zhou Jiayi at Yintai XIU at 4 pm.

Before leaving, I went to the bedroom to check on Li Tong. She was taking a nap. After becoming pregnant, her complexion looked even better.
I gently lay down next to her and leaned in to smell her breath, which was sweet. Li Tong gently woke up, glanced at me briefly
, then closed her eyes again, smiling as she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just checking on you." "

Want to sleep a bit?" Li Tong said, reaching out to hug my neck. She must have touched the stiff collar of my shirt.
She opened her eyes briefly, then closed them again, saying, "Going out?"

"Yeah, I'm meeting a friend."

"A guy?"

"No, a girl."

"Work-related?"

"Yeah."

"Will you be home for dinner tonight?"

"Yes."

Li Tong said sleepily, her eyes still closed. I stared at her, mesmerized. For a moment, I thought she
had fallen asleep again. Just as I was about to leave, she grabbed my hand and slipped it into her pajama bottoms. My fingertips touched her already
damp pubic hair, startling me. Li Tong, still smiling with her eyes closed, said, "I dreamt about you just now. It was in our apartment in
Wangjing . I was doing laundry, the washing machine was shaking, and I suddenly felt urges. I started touching
myself on the small balcony. Then, somehow, you came back. I tried to get myself cleaned up quickly, but I couldn't stop. Just
as you came in, I peed. You were furious, hung me on the balcony, and stripped me naked, saying
you'd let the whole neighborhood know I'm a slut. It was so embarrassing."

"You like being humiliated by me in front of everyone, don't you?" I suddenly remembered
what Zhou Jiayi had said, so I asked.

"Yes, I like teasing me in front of everyone, treating me like a slave." I sensed a hint of lust in Li Tong's
voice . Her labia were completely wet. I gently inserted my middle finger into her vagina;
it was burning hot inside, like a newly hatched bird.

"That makes you feel like you belong to me, but actually you're declaring your
ownership ," I said slowly, stroking her clitoris, my mind filled with our dream:
"Of course I won't hang you on the balcony. I'll open the curtains and fuck you on the washing machine.
The people across the street will see. They'll be curious, wondering what it feels like to be teased like this. They might even envy you,
because everyone has a shameful desire to be discovered, and your shame is the fear
of being discovered as a slutty woman, yet also the desire to be discovered as a slutty woman who belongs to me." Li Tong's
breathing became more rapid. She reached down and unbuttoned her pajamas, kneading her breasts. Her areolas were a bit
darker due to pregnancy. I took one breast in my mouth, gently licking the nipple, then humiliated her: "And you'll do the same,
seeing across the street..." "When a person is having sex, they fantasize about what if that person were you? You're possessing her man in front of her, letting
her watch. You're seducing her man with a level of allure you have for me, and you want me to see it too, to see my
helplessness , my anger and despair. You command me like a queen, ordering me
to treat that woman the way I always treat you, to hang her up, to whip her with a thin whip, to watch her cry, to force her to give you oral sex,
to give her man oral sex, to humiliate her man." I saw a satisfied smile flash across Li Tong's lips. My
fingers, moistened with some vaginal fluid, quickened the pace of stroking her clitoris. Li Tong's legs began to tremble,
indicating she was close to orgasm.

"Go on, I want to hear it," Li Tong said, her voice filled with joy and anticipation, pinching
her .

"We're like a virus, spreading lewdness to everyone. As long as they love each other, they'll love each
other 's bodies, their genitals, their wanton nature. We'll torture the couple,
watching them torture each other, and we'll just watch. The girl has a powerful, wanton heart,
but she doesn't know how to use it properly. You help her, develop her body, masturbate in front of her, dripping her juices
onto her face. We watch them immerse themselves in each other's bodies clumsily. We give them
magic; the girl will grow a huge penis, enjoying the pleasure of being fucked by the boy while
fucking you with that magical penis. You give her a pleasure she's never felt before—that's conquest, conquering
two people of two different sexes in one sexual encounter. That's what you want, isn't it? What are you thinking about now?"

"I'm going to orgasm," Li Tong's voice trembled.

"Tell me, what are you thinking about now?"

"I'm thinking about what you said, I can't take it anymore."

"Thinking about whom?" I pressed.

"Lord Lu! Ah!!"

Before I could speak, Li Tong screamed in ecstasy, her voice trembling with a slight sob.
She gripped my hands tightly, her legs shaking, and pulled me into her arms. My ear was pressed against her left breast,
and I could hear her heart pounding like a flood. But when she uttered the words "Lord Lu,"
my heart felt as still as a frozen lake. As she slowly recovered, I was still in a daze
. Li Tong broke out in a fine sweat, brushed my hair aside with her hand, and
looked at asking, "What's wrong?"

"You just mentioned Lord Lu?"

"Lord Lu?"

"Just now, when I was almost at my climax, I asked you who you thought of, and you said Lord Lu."

Li Tong was clearly embarrassed, briefly recalling what she had said, then gave me a shy push:
"You can't do that! Asking those questions when someone's having an orgasm! Of course I just said whoever came to mind. If
you take it seriously, I won't say that again." Looking at her slightly coquettish expression, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes," I said, kissing her neck. "Of course I'll take it seriously, but I'll take it even more seriously when you're oblivious to everyone else during your orgasm
. I won't allow you to fake an orgasm." As I spoke, I rubbed her nipples. Li Tong trembled,
her voice laced with a hint of eroticism. "Ah! I know! Stop teasing me. I'm pregnant now, and my body is very sensitive
every day ."

I propped myself up. If I hadn't been brought to orgasm three times by Lu Lu this morning, I should have
punished this wanton little wife in bed with some real action. Li Tong covered her face with her hands and said, "What are you looking
at? Go do your work!"

"You've made your husband dizzy and then kicked him out of the house. Aren't you afraid I'll go out and find some other food?"

"Then... shall I give you a blowjob?" Li Tong said, her hand reaching down to my crotch. I thought to myself,
if this continues, I might miss meeting Zhou Jiayi, so I quickly put her hand down.

"Finally remembered me," I said, about to add something about work, but then stopped myself.
I joked , "But your husband has to serve clients after serving you. Poor men, you
might as well go back to sleep." As I spoke, I dragged my half-erect penis off the bed, glancing back at
Li Tong, who was pretending to be angry and kicking me.

"Don't go out looking for wild food!"

"I'll bring any wild food I find home and we'll eat together,"

Li Tong said, both amused and annoyed, throwing a pillow at me, which I dodged.

I drove out and saw Li Tong in her pajamas looking at me from the bedroom window. I honked the horn, and
she waved. I glanced at Lu Lu's house across the street, still no response, so I turned and drove
away .

(6.2)

Nothing is more gloomy than a dreary winter afternoon in Beijing, especially the transition from a warm, soft
bed with a beautiful wife, her figure enhanced by the surge of estrogen during pregnancy,
to the cold driver's seat and steering wheel. Some understand the meaning of this hustle and bustle, others don't. It's
driven by a professional instinct, and my profession, as mentioned earlier, is investment broker. My professional
instinct is something most people dream of but struggle to achieve: a sensitivity to change.

Okay, since we're on the topic of my profession, let me elaborate a bit.

2005 wasn't a particularly special year for most Chinese people. But if
I pinpoint the month to June 2005, well, seeing those words, I believe some friends
will still be confused; so let me pinpoint the day to Monday, June 6, 2005, and I believe
all those who have dealt with the Chinese stock market will know what I'm trying to say. To be even more precise,
at 11:04 AM on June 6, 2005, the Shanghai Composite Index fell below 1,000 points. The new low of 998 points
tested everyone in the Chinese stock market, including my mentor, Mr. Yang Qifeng.
Unlike most people at the stock exchange, he checked the intraday chart three times, then, with trembling hands, dialed
his assistant's extension, saying only two words: "Buy a position." His assistant confirmed again: "Sell a position or buy a position?"
He stubbed out his cigarette on the table and repeated: "Buy a position, buy, fourth tone." The strongest
, yet also the most terrifying, bull market in Chinese stock market history began that noon. It lasted until
10:03 AM on October 16, 2007, when the Shanghai Composite Index reached its all-time high of 6124 points;
the next day, it dipped slightly by 0.92%, closing at 6036 points; the third day, the nightmare began. As for the two subsequent
waves of bullish traps, I won't elaborate here. If anyone managed to profit from the very
beginning of this capital feast, I believe so. However, this isn't the professional instinct of an investment broker. Like a fish, a smart
investment broker only eats the middle section, resolutely avoiding the head and tail.

Eight years later, nearing the 2015 Spring Festival, the capital flows of several investment tycoons were unusually
active . Hot money surged in the market, and undercurrents flowed beneath. Although no one knew what would happen next,
seeing everyone stockpiling resources created a sense of impending doom, prompting me to
act . Back in early 2014, driven by an irrational, purely personal sixth sense, I began to build
my portfolio. By mid-year, the five stocks I heavily invested in remained suspicious and underperformed. In October
, during the most intense battle between bulls and bears, my partner advised a conservative wait-and-see approach. But
that same unfounded sixth sense from the beginning of the year supported my continued aggressive strategy. After overcoming numerous objections, we
approached several major investors and aggressively pursued our strategy. By the end of the year, my initial investment strategy had
proven successful , with four of the five stocks I heavily invested in achieving their strongest performance in history within two months. Overnight
, I became a hero, a star, and a savior among my partners. But that's how the investment world works: the more people pay attention to you and
rely on you, the more you need to stay clear-headed. People magnify your success tenfold or a hundredfold,
and they will focus on your failures a thousandfold or ten thousandfold. They won't care about your initial intentions, your passion, your
strategy , your vision, or how many glorious achievements and honors you've had. You only need to succeed, succeed,
and succeed again, to elevate yourself from this precarious top of the bamboo pole to an even longer one, and then continue
to climb upwards. And this is what everyone in our industry, from the most powerful figures to university
interns , is eagerly anticipating trying—leveraging.

Thinking about this, I shuddered and turned the heater up to the maximum. The radio was reporting on
the gang that used seduction to rob people at highway exits. They had succeeded again in Nancheng. After robbing the car owner,
they stripped him naked and tied him to the driver's seat. The police didn't find him until two days later; the owner had suffocated to death
inside the car , and the perpetrators were still at large. After hearing this disheartening news, I happened to be at the highway entrance and couldn't help but
look around. There were very few cars. A black Mondeo was parked on the side of the road with its hazard lights flashing, and
the driver was urinating on an ugly little tree. I
sent Zhou Jiayi a voice message, telling her I was on my way. She replied, sounding like she had just woken up, promising to be there on time. By "

on time," Zhou Jiayi meant arriving exactly on time. This is why I like Southerners,
especially those from Guangdong. Just as the waiter brought me my soda, Zhou Jiayi appeared from behind him and ordered…
I ordered the waiter a soda, the same one I had. She wore light makeup and looked quite well. When she sat down,
I smelled her new perfume. I nestled into the sofa, resting my chin on my hand as I looked at her. She did the same
, and we both smiled. I took a notepad from my pocket; inside was an HSBC
bank card.

"Let's get straight to the point. This is the amount from the past six months. I think you need to know this, otherwise it'll be hard to bring up
anything else." I wrote the numbers in my palm, showed it to her, and then pushed the notepad towards her. Zhou
Jiayi pressed her finger against the notepad; it was one I'd gotten from a Tiffany's once, the perfect size
to hold a bank card. Zhou Jiayi wasn't interested in the notepad envelope. She glanced at my palm,
a hint of disbelief in her eyes: "So many? You're not kidding, are you?"

I was sure she'd seen the numbers clearly, so I pulled my hand back, wiped the numbers with a tissue, and pointed
to the notepad envelope again, saying, "It's all here. If this is a joke, you're the one who's getting the better deal."

Zhou Jiayi laughed, slumped her shoulders, looked at me for a moment, and said, "Jianming, to be honest, at
first , I thought you were just a typical playboy, someone who likes money, likes all
the pretty things money can buy—cars, houses, girls, suits, watches, alcohol, and so on. Now I'm
increasingly finding you're becoming a bit like a devil." I couldn't help but laugh too. The last word Zhou Jiayi used
didn't offend me; on the contrary, I sensed a hint of fear in her tone. I let out a long breath and
said seriously, "Okay, to be honest, I wasn't planning to give you this card today, I'd just tell you
the amount. But I thought about it last night, and while I really can't disclose the specific working methods, I felt I had to tell you about
the risks . And that way, it will make our relationship more... uh, you know,
purer." I noticed a flicker of incredulous
confusion I gestured with my eyes to the notepad on the table and continued, "This is quite a lot of money, enough for you to
open another shop. You seem to have told me you wanted to open another shop in Shenzhen." After I said that, the atmosphere between us
seemed to freeze.

"Mr. Jian," Zhou Jiayi leaned back slightly. This form of address
made me uneasy compared to the "devil" she had just used. She crossed her arms and said with a hint of teasing, "Could you tell me your
commission rate? 0.03%, 0.04%, or 0.05%?" To be honest, I felt a little embarrassed and was about to stop her from
continuing, but Zhou Jiayi seemed genuinely annoyed and continued like a machine gun: "No matter
how much, do you think I can't afford it? Or that I'll default on the payment? Okay, if you want our relationship to be more purely transactional,
no problem. That number from before, plus your commission and bonus, I'll transfer it to you now." As she spoke, she reached for
her phone , but I quickly pressed her hand down.

"What are you doing? Don't you really understand what I mean? If I were a house builder, I would
tell you how much it would cost to build such a house,
and how much we could earn if we sold it a year later, based on the current market. But I'm not a house builder. What I'm doing is beyond my control. Let me put it another
way : if you were my doctor, I would strongly encourage you to make this investment, but
our relationship is more than just doctor-patient, right?" I looked into her eyes. She turned her head to the window. Clearly,
she had been genuinely angry. I paused, pointed to the note, and continued, "Jiayi, this
could be a safe ending, or it could be an unknown beginning. For you, the ending is safe; it's
a considerable sum of money. But for me, once this money goes back into my pool, it's just a number. I can hardly predict what will
happen ."

When Zhou Jiayi turned her cold face away from me, I noticed that her profile was beautiful when she was angry,
which stirred a ripple in my heart. Of course, this was a public place; I certainly couldn't take off
my pants , turn her head, and shove my penis into her mouth. But even this slight ripple made my lower body
twitch . This was certainly not a good sign. I looked down and reorganized my thoughts before laying my cards on the table:
"Jiayi, to be honest, use this money to buy a house in Beijing or somewhere else. It'll be safer that way.
Excuse me , I'm going to the restroom." I patted her shoulder and turned to go to the restroom. This matter had nothing to do with money; I
wanted to give her some time to think it over. It wouldn't be a bad thing for either of us.

Looking at my disheveled reflection in the restroom mirror, I cursed inwardly: "Jianming, you're such a damn loser
! Career, family, emotions, physical health, mental health—you've staked it all on one woman
. There's no one more stupid than you." I washed my face, looked at the no-smoking sign on the wall, and couldn't help but take out
a . My mind was a jumbled mess, but I could only vaguely recall a few possibilities: I'd go out,
and Zhou Jiayi would already be gone, having taken the notepad; or I'd go out, and Zhou Jiayi would have already put the notepad away, sipping her soda
and checking the menu for her favorite dessert; or I'd go out, and Zhou Jiayi wouldn't have put the notepad away
, but she'd be in a better mood, and we'd chat and laugh, perhaps even lingering
in the hotel a while if it was still early, provided she took the notepad; or, as I feared most,
she might be gone or not, the notepad still there, her face still cold and stern with anger, and we
'd return to that previous atmosphere…

Thinking this, I stubbed out my cigarette, washed my face, and was about to leave when the bathroom door opened.
What happened next was something I never expected. Zhou Jiayi walked in with a cold expression, even locking the bathroom door
behind her. My senses immediately scanned my surroundings, confirming that no one else was in the bathroom. Just as I was about to ask what was going on, she
grabbed my tie, pulled me into a bathroom, then squatted down, unbuckled my belt, pulled down my
pants, took out my penis, and began to suck and spit it out. This entire sequence of actions, from entering the room to starting
oral sex, took less than 15 seconds, and she stared into my eyes the whole time. Feeling my penis
becoming erect, she stood up, unzipped her underwear from under her skirt, then lifted her skirt, spreading her legs. Under the bathroom
light , her smooth, white buttocks were dazzling. Seeing me standing there stunned, she glanced back at me,
pulled down my pants, aligned my penis with her labia, and then leaned back slightly, half of it...
My penis was already inside her vagina. Her vagina wasn't wet yet, and this made her moan, but it made
my penis fully erect.

This was another reason I liked Zhou Jiayi; this kind of unexpected lewdness was
like opium to me—I knew it was harmful, but I couldn't resist. We
messed around . I stuffed her panties into her mouth to keep her from making too much noise, and then
I thrust wildly in and out of the rear position for about ten minutes. Just as my glans was starting to feel like I was about to climax, we changed positions. I sat
on the toilet seat, and Zhou Jiayi sat facing me on my penis, then she violently thrust her body. She was
quite strong; for a moment I even thought the toilet would break from her movements, the pipes would burst, and the spray would
soak us both. Then we would continue making love in the fountain-like water, while Edithief
's "On, Jean Regretterien" played in the bar. In the summer, we
made love in her car while listening to this song. In that same cramped space, we were both naked and
drenched in sweat . I sat in the passenger seat, and Zhou Jiayi sat on top of me with her eyes slightly closed. Her delicate breasts
trembled and floated before my eyes. During her orgasm, her legs wrapped around me with all their might, and I could feel her
vagina convulsing, like the final struggle of a dying person.

With the final line, "aujord hui,? acommenceavec
toi, edithpiaf," the high-pitched vocals and ornate uvular sounds
seemed to lick at my glans like a venomous snake coiling around it. I climaxed, and Zhou Jiayi squeezed her legs together, panting in my ear.

"For a fleeting moment, so brief I barely even realized it, I wanted to stuff your penis and your
whole body inside me, to let you live inside me forever. This will be your home forever,"
Zhou Jiayi whispered. But she probably found it laughable herself, sighed softly, and slowly stood up. My penis
slid out of her vagina, bringing with it a small amount of semen. She knelt down beneath me again, looking at my penis, now stained with her vaginal
fluid and my semen, licking the glans with her tongue. Then, looking into my eyes, she
swallowed the entire penis back in.

When we left the restroom, Edithpiaf's album was still playing in the restaurant, and
everyone around us went about their business as usual. I glanced at the time; we'd been in the restroom for about half an
hour . Back at the booth, I glanced at the table. There was an extra glass of soda and a small dish of snacks,
and the Tiffany blue note was still there.

I looked at Zhou Jiayi, unsure whether to laugh or remain silent. Zhou Jiayi returned to her seat,
took out a makeup mirror to fix her hair, then smiled at me and said, "Was I very rude just now?"

"You mean inside the restroom, or outside?" I asked half-jokingly. Zhou Jiayi didn't
answer, but smiled mysteriously, looked around, sat down next to me, and lifted the tablecloth to cover our
legs. Then she grabbed my hand and put it down to her genitals. My fingers touched her labia, which were wet,
probably from my semen flowing out. I inserted my middle finger and stirred it around. It was wet and hot inside, and
Zhou Jiayi made a soft moan. Then she closed her eyes, a wicked smile on her lips, and whispered in my
ear "Did you masturbate at home today? You didn't ejaculate much today." She smiled and continued,
"Come to my place later, and I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead."

I took my finger out of her vagina, my middle finger covered in her vaginal fluid and my semen. I looked at her and
put my finger in her mouth.

(6.3)

For an hour and a half, from 4 pm to 5:30 pm, we continued our debauchery in Zhou Jiayi's apartment
. It was a Thursday, so Zhou Jiayi and I were in a master-slave relationship. As soon as we entered the bedroom, she pushed me
down onto the bed. We had made love on this bed less often than in her clinic, but this bed had
been soaked in every moment of our debauchery. Zhou Jiayi stripped me naked, spread my arms and legs, and tied them to the bed with the straps of her
nightgown before mysteriously going to the bathroom to change.

When she came out, she was wearing a Christmas-themed lingerie set and carrying a bag. She
slowly climbed up from the foot of the bed, spread her legs, sat on my face, grabbed my hair, and rubbed her already wet
vulva against my face. To say that Zhou Jiayi's lewdness was innate was something that didn't need any training;
it was felt from the first time we had sex, even though we only tried oral sex and regular intercourse, and her performance was mediocre. But in less than
a month , she had mastered various
techniques including lewd language, masturbation, breast play, oral sex, outdoor sex toys, exhibitionism, and so on. It's less about me training her and more about how she developed my erogenous zones. As for her lewd language alone, her
imagination was simply phenomenal, and every sentence struck a nerve. I'll quote two passages for you to get a feel for it.

"I am now one of those women you can remember seeing today. Let me guess who you're thinking of?
Your company's new receptionist? The one who likes to wear t- The little girl who backed up? Or
that ? Her hair hadn't been washed for two days; her boyfriend had ejaculated on her face last night, and some
semen had gotten into her hair. She'd just wiped it with tissue, and by the time she left this morning, she'd completely forgotten about
the semen stain. When she arrived at work, none of her colleagues noticed the
semen stain on the left side of her hair, but you did. When you looked at her, your gaze was drawn to the semen stain. She felt your
gaze was a little awkward, just like her trying so hard to speak with an American accent, the cheap lipstick smudged at the corners of her mouth,
and the smell of underwear she'd worn for three days. She noticed you too; you're her first... She's booked a room here three times. She
knows what you're up to: booking rooms and having sex. She envies your life, even though she doesn't know much about it. She
's started observing you. Unlike most rich men, you don't have oily skin, a bald head, yellowish eyes, bad breath,
or impoliteness. She likes you because your signature is beautiful, and your fingers are beautiful too. She's thought about how wonderful it would be if
her boyfriend were like you, so that foreplay could be longer, and you could caress her more, caressing
her neck, which is her erogenous zone, and the skin just above her clitoris, that spot on her
skin , which she likes to call "coconut shreds"—a fact even her boyfriend doesn't know. Her boyfriend...
He would simply lick her vagina until it was wet, then pull out his penis and begin thrusting. He was very persistent, sometimes thrusting for over 20
minutes straight. Sometimes she would orgasm, but most of the time she wouldn't, because she was shy and didn't dare touch her private parts during penetration
. When she was close to orgasm, she would call herself a slut, which her boyfriend liked. She would say, "
Fuck me to death, fuck this slut to death, fuck her until she's broken." Soon after, her boyfriend would orgasm, and
when she felt like an ice cube spat back into a glass, utterly worthless. Her boyfriend would
ejaculate on her breasts, and as she watched him shoot his semen onto her chest, she felt so glad she hadn't orgasmed,
otherwise she might have actually fallen in love with this guy with all that brute force.

She stared at you, her attention entirely on your watch. She knew the brand, Zenith,
and thought it matched your suit well. It was 4 PM, and she couldn't imagine what your profession was—
a businessman ? Or just a playboy, a rich kid. You requested a king-size bed, but she told you they
were unavailable and offered to upgrade you to an executive suite free of charge, as it wasn't frequently used and only one
staff member served . She decided to follow you to see what you were doing. Fifteen minutes later, she quietly leaned against the door, listening to your
conversation. You were on the phone, which disappointed her; she felt you were no different from other businessmen. She decided
to go in and check. She knocked, and when you opened the door, you were still on the phone. You mentioned that the complimentary fruit and champagne from the hotel were
actually stolen from the storeroom. You opened the door to let her in, and she noticed you had smoked in the room, and there were
signs of you lying on the bed. She walked around the bed, intending to place the fruit platter and champagne on the desk, but as she looked down, she saw used toilet paper in
the trash can . She knew you must have been masturbating in the hotel room. She was somewhat surprised,
even smelling a faint scent of semen in the air. She instinctively tightened her legs, her vagina
becoming sensitive; she felt she was wet. If you were to put her on the bed now,
she certainly wouldn't resist. She turned to look at you, but you stood by the window as if she didn't exist. She thought
perhaps you couldn't see her, so she walked up to you and waved, but she couldn't see
herself in the reflection of your eyes. So you really couldn't see her. Her vision blurred, and her breathing became tense. She
decided to take the next step boldly. She walked up to you, close to your face; the smell of smoke and perfume was quite
pleasant. She stuck out her tongue and licked your neck, her erogenous zone, but you didn't react at all. She then licked
the fingers holding the phone. You irritably switched hands to answer the phone, startling her. She felt she should please
you, so she put her wet fingers under her skirt. She was wearing white cotton underwear today, and the crotch
was slightly damp. She hadn't expected herself to become so pathetic. Her pubic hair was quite thick. She didn't know if you
'd like it. She lifted it, revealing her pubic area, and then touched it with your fingers.
She was very excited because almost no one had ever touched it except herself. She used your fingers to moisten her vaginal
fluids and continued to caress it. She sat on the windowsill, masturbating with your fingers. With her other
hand, she took off her shirt and unhooked her bra, revealing her ample breasts—the root of her insecurity. But now
she didn't need to be shy because you couldn't see her. She could confidently begin her lewd acts. She
rubbed and rubbed her clitoris with your fingers with the other. She looked at
the busy people in the office building across the street, fantasizing that her boyfriend was inside. She watched him working diligently while she was indulging in wantonness across the street
. She hoped you would hang up the phone and press her against the floor-to-ceiling window to have sex with her. She had never dared to think like this before, but
at this moment, she desperately wanted to be violated by a stranger in front of her boyfriend. She wanted her boyfriend to see her
wanton side, even wanted you to humiliate her in front of him, pointing out her many flaws: the semen stains he had left in her hair the
night , the slightly sweaty underwear she hadn't changed in three days, the smudged
lipstick on her lips, her broken American English accent, and her body crumbling as she approached orgasm. She felt as cheap as a discarded pair
of underwear, something that had once been used to contain her desires, now lying in the roadside bushes, exuding lewdness and
shame . She inserted your fingers into her vagina, afraid to make a sound, and used her other hand to rub her
clitoris faster. In her blurred vision, she saw you transform into a demon, with enormous horns and a powerful tongue.
You knelt down and performed oral sex on her, your tongue swirling inside her vagina. She felt an unprecedented mix of fear and
satisfaction . You were suspended in the hotel room, on that king-size bed. She held your enormous
penis and stroked it up and down, watching your ferocious expression. She didn't know if she had conquered you or you
had conquered her. She felt that the amount of lustful fluid flowing from her genitals was more than she had in the past twenty years. She placed your penis
at the entrance of her vagina, and you, like a monstrous beast, violently thrust that terrifying penis into
her vagina. She felt that her vagina was longer and narrower, allowing the penis to make more contact with the vaginal walls.
With each thrust, she felt the penis was about to penetrate her chest. She couldn't breathe; she felt that she would suffocate if the thrusting continued
for a few more minutes . But then you thrust forcefully, seemingly opening her lungs, and she breathed
in air again. The cool air rushed into her lungs, and she instantly orgasmed. She looked at you in despair, watching you
hold her body up like a doll, feeling as if the whole world was watching her depraved act.
She felt she was finished, fainted, only to regain consciousness in intense pleasure, then faint again,
over . She felt you were out of control, that you would kill her after you finished. She felt fear,
yet a smile crept onto her lips from the overwhelming pleasure. Then you ejaculated, your semen gushing out
like , shooting her out with you, sticking stickily to the wall, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. She felt truly dead.

A long time later, she regained consciousness. She realized she was taking a nap in the staff room. She touched her genitals;
they were a swamp, as if she had just orgasmed. She got up, locked the door, unhooked her bra,
stuffed her white panties into her mouth, smelled the slightly sweaty scent of her bra, and then masturbated again. This time,
she cried during her orgasm. She felt the whole world owed her something; she felt the whole world was defiling her—her
boyfriend boss, her colleagues, her parents, the daily commute bus, the Beijing
smog, the congested Jing-Shun Road, Sanyuan Bridge, Jingguang Center, the fruit and champagne secretly delivered to her—all of these were defiling her.
She cried herself to sleep, closed her eyes, and slept for a while, silently telling herself not to wake up, never to
wake up.

Ten minutes later, she stood at the front desk, fully dressed. At that moment, you came out of the elevator. She knew you
were checking out. She looked you over carefully, confirming you weren't the monster from her dream.

"Hello, checking out?"

"Yes."

"...

The watch is very nice."

"Thank you, it's a gift from my wife." "

Is there a charge for the room? "

"No." "

Do we need to check in...

no need." "

Okay."

"Thank you.

" "You're welcome."

But what she really wanted to ask was: "What were you doing in the room?"

"Fucking my therapist."

"How many times did you fuck her?"

"Three times. We broke the lamp and the wardrobe. She peed on your bed and the carpet. I ejaculated
in front of your French windows."

"Great. Don't worry, our staff will repair and clean it." "

Thank you." " You're

welcome." "

Yes, this is the Zhou Jiayi I know, a complete slut beneath the halo of a saint.
These filthy words, uttered from her broadcast-like mouth, are like
the first downpour of the rainy season on the parched Maasai Mara, golden rain irrigating life and nourishing all things.

That afternoon, our master-slave game was more exciting than ever before. The gift she brought me
back , a prostate massager—only she would think of giving me something like that." Our first
experience was a devastating pleasure, the first time I felt such intense ecstasy, and the first time I saw my penis ejaculate nearly a meter high
with semen. Zhou Jiayi was a devoted mistress, ruthless yet humiliatingly touching, whipping, pinching
, biting. We drank a strange, bitter concoction she made, amplifying our senses countless times. The music
became violent and merciless. She dumped all her underwear on the bed, changed me into her panties and
stockings, then rode on top of me, continuing to fuck my anus with a vibrator. I
ejaculated , and she ordered me to lick the semen clean before continuing to give me oral sex. I ejaculated in her mouth, and we
shared my semen. Then we continued drinking, continued to ravage our bodies, continued to ejaculate. Her
screams were deafening; when I orgasmed, I even threw her off the bed. We continued making love off the bed, I
rode on top of her and fucked her wildly, her head slamming against the edge of the bed, her eyes rolling back as she shouted in Cantonese, "You are my
god!" Our legs were entwined around each other's bodies. I ejaculated at her cervix, and she said with her eyes closed, "I
really want to eat you, and then give birth to you from my womb. You're a devil..."

When I woke up, I forced my eyes open and glanced at my watch. It was a little past 9 o'clock. I didn't know if it was a little past 9 o'clock at night
or a little past 9 o'clock the next morning. My mouth was dry, and my head was throbbing. I turned my head and saw Zhou Jiayi lying on her side
next to , sleeping soundly. Her face was small and delicate, and the pulse in her neck was throbbing slightly, but below her neck,
it was almost obscene. A pair of sapphire blue lace thongs were around her neck; there were
several bruises on her breasts, probably from where I had pinched her, but I had no recollection of it; a used condom draped
like around her waist, empty of semen, I had no idea what had happened;
my semen stains were on her lower abdomen, breasts, legs, and pubic hair, I had no idea how many times I had ejaculated; and I was still wearing her underwear, my penis
sticking out from one side, her stocking still on my left leg. I touched my anus, it burned with pain, but
thankfully there was nothing inside.

I went to the window, pulled back the curtains, and the sunlight almost pierced through me. I took off her bra, panties
, and stockings, and sat on the sofa, feeling utterly miserable. I found my clothes, they were a mess, my shirt was
torn, and my pants were crumpled up in the blanket. I found my phone, it was dead. Li Tong's face flashed before my eyes
, and an unprecedented pain enveloped me. I slumped back onto the sofa, looking at Zhou
Jiayi lying at my feet. A surge of anger welled up inside me, and with it, my penis became erect again.

I tied her hands behind her back with my tie. As soon as she groggily opened her eyes, I grabbed a pair of underwear from the bed
and covered her face with it. Then I took a bra and stuffed it into her mouth, spat on her vagina, and began
thrusting into her. I don't know what happened after last night. This time, it was incredibly difficult; I felt like every
breath was going to burst my lungs. Zhou Jiayi struggled beneath me, calling out incoherently. I
didn't care and thrust relentlessly, ejaculating inside her again. Then we both collapsed, fully conscious.

"What happened last night?" I asked her, panting heavily.

"We drank some No. 133, and then I don't remember."

"What's No. 133?"

"A kind of cocktail I made, it's bitter. Sorry, I might have added something else."

"Something else? Okay, my phone's dead, can I borrow yours?"

"Yeah, sorry, I was too indulgent, we were all too indulgent."

"It's good you're alright, I'm going to take a shower."

I didn't know what Zhou Jiayi meant by "something else," and I wasn't interested in finding out. My situation
was much worse than hers. I had to contact my family immediately, explain where I'd been all night, and then
pretend nothing had happened and go home. While showering, I thought of several solutions, but they were all
rejected. In a moment of carelessness, I knocked over the soap dish in her bathroom. As I bent down to pick it up, a name flashed
through my mind : Lu Lu.

Okay, the person I least wanted to face.

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