【Fallen】(10) Author: fl7898256

Author: fl7898256
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Chapter Ten

: I passed my defense, found a job, and became a "successful person" in the eyes of those around me.

"Yi, I really envy you, you don't have to worry about anything! Now you can go on vacation before starting work." These
were their exact words. I smiled on the outside, but my heart was more bitter than gall. The unpredictable Spencer, the mysterious
Stephanie, my lustful wife, and myself, whose head was practically glowing with infidelity—beneath the glamorous exterior, my
life was truly chaotic.

I tried to increase the frequency and intensity of our sex life,
racking my . However, I could never bring Jing to the
exaggerated orgasms I had seen her experience with Spencer. Although afterwards she would pant and lie in my arms, whispering in my ear how good it felt, it
was so different from what Spencer gave her. Thinking back, I couldn't even compare to Xiaobai's performance.
Is it really true, as some jokes say, that a husband can never give his wife the climax that an outsider can? Perhaps the regret and shame felt when
having sex are the necessary ingredients for achieving that peak climax. But
how can a husband give her these things? Men and women alike are ultimately driven by their lower instincts.

Although things have become much easier after the defense, it only means I don't have to do experiments at night anymore; my days are still packed
. Since that party, I've started to suspect that Jing and Spencer are still in contact. But
that vague "dream" isn't much evidence, unless beastmen really exist in this world.
I originally wanted to ask Stephanie for confirmation, but considering that Spencer already suspects her, it's better not to contact her,
so I gave up. Jing still complies with my request, preparing lunch for me and bringing it to my office every day, but she
still manages to stay out of my sight in the mornings and afternoons. A few times, I deliberately told Jing I would be
home late, but I arrived home much earlier than usual, and Jing calmly greeted me.
I was overjoyed , yet a little disappointed. Was it because I hadn't caught them in the act, or was I expecting something else? These surprise
checks made me feel embarrassed, and since I hadn't found anything, I gave up.

The two weeks after my defense were spent in doubt and anxiety. Jing's calmness pleased me, but also
worried . I was happy that our lives had returned to how they used to be, but worried that I couldn't believe Jing's addictive
sexual needs could disappear so completely. I prayed that everything would calm down, until we left for a new
city, cutting all ties with this place.

Graduation came, and although I was initially overwhelmed and didn't want to attend, I reluctantly decided to go, considering that
a PhD without a supervisor's sash doesn't seem like a complete PhD. Jing, on the other hand, was very proactive, busy
buying my gown and checking the location—she was much more attentive than I was. On graduation day, after helping me put on
my doctoral also dressed herself up beautifully. Her waist-length hair was neatly styled in a curl at the back of her head,
and her makeup was a little heavier than usual. She wore a low-cut, thin, colorful striped blouse, revealing glimpses of her
blue bra and showcasing her beautiful cleavage. She paired it with a simple gray skirt, only
half-exposing her calves, and dark gold high heels of six or seven centimeters, a perfect match that exuded both
elegance and a touch of delicate charm.

The graduation ceremony was a sea of people, with colorful flags fluttering and drums beating loudly. Today was the graduation ceremony for graduate and
doctoral students , and hundreds of graduates and their large families
packed the basketball court used as the venue to capacity. In the United States, there is no family planning policy, so most families have two or three children, and five or six are not
uncommon, with many siblings. Therefore, for such family gatherings, usually twenty
or thirty family members attend. Since all this trouble, I haven't participated in a group activity for a long time.
The crowd around me was lively and bustling; acquaintances and strangers alike came over to
shake my hand . My heart was also infected by the lively atmosphere, brightening up. Jing, clinging tightly to my
arm , weaved through the crowd, her face beaming with pride and joy. We walked slowly, savoring this beautiful moment.

"How about that! Isn't your husband amazing!" I whispered in her ear.

My warm breath made Jing giggle, and she gently kissed my cheek. "Of course!
The man I chose is the best! My husband is the best!"

"Yi! Yi! Hi, over here!" Hearing someone call my name, I turned around and saw it was
the biology PhD student I'd met in class. Apparently, he was graduating this year too. I stopped and started chatting with him. Jing
couldn't get a word in edgewise, so she took out her phone and started scrolling through Weibo. After a few words, Jing suddenly nudged me, her face
flushing slightly.

"Yi Yi, I need to go to the restroom," she said, looking a little nervous, glancing furtively at the people around her.

"Are you feeling unwell?" I asked her with concern.

She ran her hand through her hair, then quickly stuffed the phone back into her bag. "No...
no ...I just needed to pee. Maybe I drank too much water at noon..."

It sounded a bit strange, but I didn't say anything. "Okay, hurry back. I'll wait for you here."

"No, let's meet at the main entrance, over there by the sculpture," Jing pointed to
the venue entrance about 100 meters away. "There are no signs here, it'll be hard to find, and besides, the restrooms might be crowded..." she explained,
lowering her head for some reason, as if she had done something wrong.

I looked around, and what she said did make sense. "Okay, then see you there later.
Call me ."

"Okay!" She seemed relieved to have my permission, turned around, lowered her head, and walked into the crowd, quickly heading
towards the restrooms.

I chatted with my friends for a while, and then two more people I knew joined us, chatting for about
ten minutes . I felt it was about time, so I said goodbye to them and said I'd see them later, then walked towards the sculpture. When I arrived
, Jing wasn't there. I called her twice, but both times it went to voicemail, probably because it was too noisy and she didn't hear me.
About twenty minutes after Jing left to go to the restroom, I noticed her jogging through the crowd to
the other side of the sculpture, looking around as if searching for me. I wanted to play a little joke on her, so I deliberately
walked around the sculpture with her so she wouldn't notice me. After searching unsuccessfully, Jing finally took out her phone and called me.
The phone rang. I forced a smile, quietly approaching Jing from behind, intending to scare her a little.

"Hello, where are you?" Jing's voice sounded anxious.

"Oh, I'm still talking to them. I'll be there in a few minutes," I said, suppressing a laugh as I slowly
raised my right hand, preparing to pat her shoulder from behind.

"Hurry up! I've been waiting for a while! You jerk, Yi Yi! How can you keep a girl waiting!" she whined
.

My hand froze in mid-air. Staring at Jing, about two meters away, I stood there, stunned. Hadn't she just
arrived?

"Oh, you've been here for a while? You didn't answer the phone, so I thought you'd be long." I quietly
took two steps back, though it was completely unnecessary; the noisy surroundings completely masked my movements.

"Um…yes…a while…about ten minutes…I didn't even notice…" her
voice was hesitant, completely lacking confidence. "Come on over, I'll wait for you."

Ending the call, I quietly hid in the crowd behind me, watching my wife. Jing
leaned against the sculpture, staring blankly at the ground, her hands gripping her skirt
tightly, lost in thought. She tensed up whenever someone approached, only relaxing after watching them leave. What was wrong with her? Why did she lie? Where had those
twenty- odd minutes gone?

Seeing that it was almost time, I changed direction and squeezed through the crowd to her side.

"Sorry! I'm late," I said with a forced smile, "There were too many people today."

Seeing me, Jing's smile was strained. "It's okay… let's hurry inside… it's
almost ."

Okay, something had indeed happened. Jing hated being late; based on past experience, she would definitely throw a
tantrum . Today, it had just passed by like this, which was very unusual. I tried to take her hand, but the grip on her skirt
was so strong that I couldn't pull her up easily. Jing noticed her lapse in composure, raised one hand to take my arm, and
urged me, "Let's go, we're going to be late," her eyes slightly red, as if she had just been crying. Her other hand
remained tightly gripping her skirt.

Following the flow of people towards the venue, she looked preoccupied and didn't say a word. She couldn't come to the venue with me, so
we parted ways in the aisle. After giving me a few instructions, she walked cautiously, somewhat dejectedly,
towards the stands alone. I secretly noted down the stand number she was heading to and walked towards the venue with suspicion. A lot
can What happened just now?

Jing's behavior made me restless. Before it started, I carefully searched row by row and finally
located Jing's position. Her clothes weren't very conspicuous today, but fortunately, a
large family in matching outfits was sitting behind her, so it wasn't too difficult to spot her.

"I'm in position," I texted Jing.

"Okay~ I'll take a picture of you later~," she replied.

"Can you see me? Stand D," she asked.

I turned to look at Jing; of course, she could see me. Perhaps my earlier doubts made me want to prove something, so
I replied, "I can't see, there are too many people. Remember to come down and take a picture with me after the sash ceremony."

"Okay, see you later," Jing said.

The sash ceremony lifted my spirits, which had been low, after all, I was the first in my family to receive
a doctorate . Since everyone went up in alphabetical order by college, with the Agricultural
College at the front, I finished the ceremony early and returned to my seat. There were still
hundreds of people behind me, so it would probably take another hour and a half to two hours.

"Yi Yi is so handsome!" Jing texted.

"Of course~ Call me Doctor, haha." "How long will it take?" she asked.

"An hour and a half? I don't know. It's so boring."

"So you've been sitting down there the whole time?" she continued.

"Where else can I go?"

"No rush," she replied, "See you later."

"Okay!"

After replying to the last text, I looked up at Jing's seat. Jing was gone. How could that be? She was just
there . I carefully checked that small area, one by one, but there was nothing there. Then I quickly turned to look at the exit,
and just then, I caught a glimpse of a figure in a long gray dress flashing by. Oh no! I had a bad feeling. Maybe I was being too
sensitive , maybe Jing was just going to the restroom or getting a drink, but at this crucial moment, anything
could happen.

I asked the volunteers maintaining order nearby if I could use the restroom. Since my sash had already been removed,
they didn't stop me, just told me to hurry back. I quickly crossed the venue and stepped onto the stand
where Jing had been, chasing after her along the exit I had seen her leave from. Once outside the venue, I was a little confused. I had no idea
where Jing would go, so I just guessed! I ran towards the basketball court exit, pulling off my doctoral gown as I ran—
it was too conspicuous. Luckily, after weaving through the sparse crowd, I saw Jing ahead. She was walking
hurriedly, but perhaps because of her high heels or something else, she wasn't walking fast, taking small, quick steps
. I took a deep breath and began to follow my wife.

Passing the entrance, Jing didn't go out; instead, she walked a few more steps, about ten meters, and then went
down a downward staircase. Before going down the stairs, she pretended to rummage through her bag, pausing briefly to
glance around nervously. I was caught off guard and broke out in a cold sweat. Her gaze swept over
me but didn't linger; thankfully, I had taken off my doctoral gown beforehand. The basement floor was a row of staff
offices and storage rooms. Because the event was underway, everyone was busy, so this floor
was quiet and deserted. Only the muffled cheers from the venue echoed through the empty corridors.

"Tap tap tap tap tap," Jing took small, quick steps towards the end of the corridor, her left hand, not carrying her bag
, seemingly resting on her buttocks, as if she needed to urinate or was afraid a gust of wind would blow her skirt up and expose her. The footsteps
stopped for a moment, then resumed, growing fainter as if she entered a room. I wasn't looking,
because I'd just checked the sign; the only public facility at the end of the corridor was a restroom, so Jing must be there. Did she
really have to walk this far to use the restroom? Maybe it was full, I reassured myself. However, after waiting for
ten minutes and still no one coming out, I started to panic.

Had she slipped away through some back door again? I hurried forward, but when I saw the restroom entrance…
I realized things might be more serious than I thought. Yellow warning tape stretched across the restroom entrance, with a sign saying
"Under Construction and Repair, Closed for Use." Both the men's and women's restrooms were closed. Oh no,
what if something happened to Jing? It was so quiet around, and there wouldn't be any repairmen on the weekend. In this emergency, I couldn't worry about anything else. I
was about to rush into the women's restroom when I unexpectedly heard a voice coming from the men's room next door.

"How much do you want it, you slut!" a male voice said lewdly.

Spencer! I was struck dumb. I shrank back against the wall, using a scaffold with a dust net to shield myself
, and stared intently inside.

Jing and Spencer were entangled together in front of the sink mirror, facing me sideways. Spencer
was holding , his hands fondling her breasts. His mouth was half-open, a wicked smile on his face as he stared intently at his reflection in the mirror.
Jing's upper body clothes had been completely lifted up and wrapped around her armpits. Although she was still wearing her bra, her pair of large, dangling breasts
were being pulled out by Spencer, his thumbs pressing on her nipples, her breasts rolling back and forth in his palms.

"I don't want it! You... ah... let me go... ah..." Jing lowered her head, seemingly not wanting to look in
the mirror, but I noticed that her dazed gaze kept glancing at her reflection in the mirror, her face flushed, and
she was letting out soft moans. She tried to push Spencer's arms away with her hands, but to no avail.

Hearing Jing's words, Spencer, who had been licking Jing's earlobe, looked up and said with a smile, "Don't want it?
Then whose skirt is all wet with your juices?"

"That... that... that's because you made me angry!" This wasn't a tantrum, it was clearly a coquettish act.
She turned her head and glared angrily at Spencer, but unexpectedly, Spencer took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her lips. At this moment, Jing finally showed
some semblance of resistance, struggling desperately to thwart Spencer's advances. Spencer, unconcerned,
bent down and buried his face in Jing's ample breasts, licking them repeatedly.

"Oh...oh...ah...you...you're too rough...be gentle...be gentle...it'll...it'll
leave marks...don't...stop," she moaned, her legs trembling as if she were about to collapse.

Spencer stopped, pulling the nearly limp Jing to his feet and holding her close. He then
pulled , wiped the drool from his mouth, crumpled it, and stuffed it between Jing's breasts. "Bitch,
here you go," he said with a grin.

Jing's face flushed crimson, and she quickly pulled the purple handkerchief from her chest. "You're so filthy!" she exclaimed,
then, taking advantage of Spencer's inattention, brushed his hand aside, stepped aside, and began adjusting the handkerchief with her back turned.
That wasn't a handkerchief at all, it was clearly Jing's purple panties!

"I told you I'd come! You filthy bastard!" Jing complained angrily. Could it be that
Jing's panties were pulled down during those twenty minutes? Was Jing sitting in the stands with her lower body bare? Just as he

slipped his legs in, Spencer grabbed Jing and, with a gasp from her,
pulled up her long skirt and wrapped it around her waist, exposing her entire waist to the air.

"What are you doing! You...you let me go...you bad guy..." Jing struggled weakly,
her eyes filled with fear, but her cheeks were as red as peach blossoms. Her panties, which she hadn't managed to pull up, hung like shackles
on her ankles.

"I did everything you said, why won't you let me go!" Jing's voice was filled with grievance, on the verge of tears.

"What did you do? I don't know anything about it." Spencer leered as he stroked Jing's lower abdomen, teasingly
brushing against her vulva a few times without actually touching it, causing Jing to wriggle her hips restlessly, letting out soft breaths.

"You!" Jing was speechless with anger.

"Forgot everything? Then let me remind you what you did, you slut." Spencer
groped Jing's exposed body with both hands while licking her neck with his tongue, making my fists clench and veins
bulge . Jing blushed, biting her lower lip to try not to make a sound, but her hissing breaths still escaped
.

"Last time, when your husband was defending his thesis, I sent you a text message and you sneaked out to let me fuck you, and even gave me a footjob, it
was so good, haha, and I even shot my semen all over your high heels, how was it? Walking on my semen felt good, didn't it?
Did you hang your semen-covered shoes on the wall when you got home?"

Holy crap! I felt something was off about Jing that day, so there was Spencer's semen in her shoes!
Jing's face flushed crimson, her eyes tightly shut, enduring Spencer's lewd advances.

"You slut, your little feet are perfect for foot fetishes, I could play with them for a lifetime, hahaha," Spencer
roughly kissed Jing's cheek, breathing into her ear.

"And your party! Ah, what a wonderful night! A wife drugging her husband,
then having sex with someone else right in front of him, even a threesome, you slut, you really know how to play!"

I froze. The one who drugged me that night was Jing?

"What! You… what are you saying!" Jing trembled, her eyes filled with terror. "
Impossible ! I didn't! How could I drug my husband… He… wasn't he drunk…?"
Jing said in horror. Suddenly, she remembered something. "It was you! It must have been you! You gave me the cup!
You bastard, I… Waaaaah…" Jing, recalling the scene, cried sadly, her voice filled
with remorse, struggling desperately in Spencer's arms.

Spencer shrugged in tacit agreement. "But you poured the wine, didn't you? Besides, didn't I make
you feel really good that night?" He crossed his arms and held Jing's breasts tightly in his embrace.
Jing's futile struggles grew weaker and weaker until they stopped completely, sobbing and weeping.

Jing didn't respond to him, muttering to herself, "What am I... I... what kind of wife am I...
Spencer, you shameless bastard... I... I... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... husband... I'm sorry
..." Regret and guilt were the only two emotions in Jing's words. My heart ached listening to her.

"Alright, alright," Spencer said impatiently, "You know I don't understand Chinese, what are you
babbling about !" With that, he roughly shoved one hand into Jing's vagina, forcefully masturbating her vulva.

"Ah...ah...oh, it hurts...let me go...you beast...you...don't...stop...
waaaah," although she was in pain, Jing's sexy and sensitive honey hole continued to secrete plenty of lustful
fluid, wave after wave of pleasure mixed with pain tearing at Jing's face. "I hate you! Ah...I hate
you so much..."

"You hate me? I don't think so, hehe," Spencer kept pulling at Jing's vulva,
breathing into her ear, "Otherwise, why would you come running over here as soon as you got my text? Why are your panties already wet before I
even touch you? You slut! You came here looking for sex, didn't you? Your husband can't satisfy you, can he?"

Jing didn't speak, just kept crying, mixed with panting and moaning.

"Hehe, let me help you remember. You've been having a good time since you quit your job, haven't you? Hmm?
Have you forgotten when you begged me to fuck you in your garage a few days ago? Have you forgotten
the scene where you voluntarily came to EF company and fucked me in the warehouse?" Sigh, what I feared still happened. While I was away,
Jing had sex with Spencer quite a few times. I just don't know if she went willingly or was forced.

Jing remained silent, clenching her teeth, only hissing and panting.

"You're playing innocent with me today, huh? Fine, fine, I love fucking innocent girls like you. Come on, let's cosplay
! Damn it!" Jing's silence enraged Spencer. His fingers, which were kneading her vulva , plunged inside her amidst her screams. "No ...don't touch
there...no ...please...
ah...ahh ... Spencer, enraged, laughed coldly. He abruptly turned Jing around to face him, unzipped his pants with one hand, and revealed his enormous penis in front of her. "You!...This..." Seeing the erect penis, Jing visibly softened, her eyes seemingly filled with desire as she stared at it. Her throat involuntarily bobbed, and her hands instinctively reached out to touch it, but she immediately realized her lapse in composure and withdrew, her eyes fixed on the ground beside her. "Spencer, we 're over...I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore! Yi has graduated, you have to keep your promise!" Although it sounded reasonable, it lacked conviction. Spencer snorted coldly, easily lifted Jing up, and then inserted his penis between her legs. His penis pressed against her vulva, but didn't penetrate; it merely rubbed against her genitals. "You! Stop... ah... ah... ah ... you... so annoying... don't... don't rub anymore... ah..." The effect of rubbing her vulva was equally obvious. Although Jing desperately tried to shake her lower body away from Spencer's penis, Spencer's penis was too long, and she couldn't get away as if she were sitting on an iron rod. Moreover, her hands were also tightly gripped by Spencer, so she had no power to try. "Is it good? You bitch!" Spencer grinned wickedly, "Hurry up and beg me to fuck you!" "Good... ah no... you... this bastard... I... ah... ah..." Jing tried her best to argue, but her vaginal fluid was already flowing down the edges of her labia, which were deformed by Spencer's penis. "Spencer...you...don't want...don't want to see you again...please...please...ah... leave ...ah...quick...quick...leave my life...quick...ah..." The repeated external and psychological stimulation made Jing extremely sensitive. Her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, saliva dripping from her mouth, her eyes rolling upwards—it seemed another climax was imminent. What Jing didn't notice was that Spencer was already standing still; all the friction was Jing herself moving her hips. The underwear that had been hanging from her ankles had long since been tossed aside in a corner for easier movement. However, Spencer repeated his old trick. Just as Jing was on the verge of climax, he withdrew his penis, took a step back, and went to get toilet paper to wipe his penis, which was covered in her vaginal fluid. Without the support of his penis, Jing felt as if she had fallen from heaven to earth, collapsing to the ground, her moans abruptly ceasing, leaving only rapid breathing. Having failed to reach her next climax, she must be in extreme discomfort now. "Spencer! You...you...how could you bully me like this...you...you've gone too far!" Jing's face flushed crimson, her hair, soaked with sweat and saliva, clung to her ears, her clothes barely covering her body, exuding an air of lewdness. "Then what should I do? Should I just fill you up with my semen?" Spencer slowly cleaned his penis, "like always?" "You..." Jing was speechless, her head bowed in resentment as she sobbed, slowly groping to straighten disheveled clothes. However, Spencer gave Jing no time to process what was happening. He suddenly walked over, bent down, and lifted , placing her legs in an M-shape on the sink with her back against the mirror. Her bright red, full vulva was slightly open, awaiting the arrival of his massive penis. Jing only looked panicked, but offered no resistance. I even felt that she had cooperated with Spencer's positioning, eagerly waiting for him to thrust into her. Spencer smiled and stroked Jing's inner thighs a few times, then lifted his penis and pressed the large glans against Jing's flowing honey hole, rubbing it back and forth on the outside. Sometimes he even inserted half of his glans, only to pull it out again, refusing to penetrate. Jing's eyes were filled with lust as she stared intently at the penis teasing her, her lips trembling as she whispered, "Beast...you beast..." But her stubbornness couldn't hide the lust on her face. "Say it! Say what I want to hear!" "..." "Say it! Or I'll play you to death today!" "...Ah..." "Say it! You bitch!" Spencer inserted half of his glans again, using his hand to control the twisting motion at the vaginal opening. "Think about that day at the strip club, serving customers like a prostitute..." "Stop...please...ah...please...I..." "Bitch! You are my slave, Spencer's slave! Say it!" "Ah! Ahhhhh...fuck me! Fuck me now! Spencer, you bastard! Fuck me to death!" Vulgarities poured from Jing's usually gentle and elegant mouth. At the same time, Jing cried, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, her face streaked with tears. Spencer breathed a satisfied sigh of relief, thrusting hard, penetrating her completely, the force of the thrust probably reaching Jing's cervix. Jing rolled her eyes back in pleasure, letting out a groan, then eagerly twisted her waist, trying to make her vagina fit his penis. However, she missed.

Spencer stared maliciously at Jing, pulled his enormous penis out of her wet, inviting vagina, and then, incredibly, began masturbating on the woman who had begged him
for sex . Jing and I, hiding in the shadows, were both stunned. Jing stared wide-eyed at the
engorged, red penis, her mouth agape in astonishment, forgetting even to cry. The bizarre scene unfolded: Jing sat on the sink,
disheveled , legs spread wide, her wet, inviting vagina eagerly opening and closing, awaiting the penis's arrival. Meanwhile,
the owner of that penis was watching Jing's astonished eyes as he masturbated furiously. A few minutes later, Spencer roared,
spraying his thick semen all over Jing's genitals.

Jing shuddered from the semen, instinctively covering her vagina. "
What , but seemed unsure how to begin.

Spencer tore off a handful of toilet paper and handed it to Jing to clean herself, then began straightening his clothes. After a long pause,
he finally said, "Take a day off from work next Saturday and we'll have one last time."

"What? I..." Jing was stunned by his words. "Then today..."

Spencer chuckled and turned to look at Jing. "You slutty bitch. Today is your husband's graduation
day. Shouldn't you be with him?"

These words snapped Jing out of her lustful reverie. She hurriedly straightened her clothes and jumped down from the sink. Looking up, she
saw her underwear that she had kicked off. Overwhelmed with shame, she picked it up and put it on, frantically straightening her clothes.

Watching Jing's flustered back, Spencer smirked smugly. "I'll tell you the location next week. Go there first thing Saturday
morning ."

"Impossible. My husband is home. I...I...I can't find a reason."

"I don't care. If this breakup sex doesn't satisfy me, I'll stand you up." "You're shameless!" "Say
what you will. See you next Saturday. I'll make you feel good one last time."

Jing trembled and turned away, ignoring him.

"Oh right, wear that cheongsam you wore when we made love at the party last time, hehe, I really
like Chinese clothing, especially yours, it really looks amazing." Jing lowered her head and remained silent. Spencer ignored
her, went out, looked around the doorway, and then quickly walked out, while I had already hidden in the women's restroom next door, which was also under
repair . I wanted to stop Spencer, but I was afraid; I didn't know how to face
Jing. Spencer was ruthless. Even with evidence of his crime, which was a matter of life and death, in my hands, he still dared
to play with my wife so blatantly. What embarrassed me just now was that, seeing my wife's lewd behavior in front of another man, I ejaculated
again .

Jing didn't come out for a long time, so I boldly went to check and was surprised to find her sitting on the toilet
seat , masturbating, moaning incessantly, which took a long time to subside. Then she sat there crying alone,
muttering to herself again. "I'm sorry," was the only sentence I clearly heard. I was filled with grief and anger, and
I almost tore my clothes to shreds.

Jing left Spencer half an hour later. I rushed back to the venue; the sash
ceremony had just ended, and everyone was taking photos in a chaotic frenzy. Jing came to meet me; her eyes were still
red, and her clothes were damp. I didn't say anything, just took a few quick photos with my mentor, and that was the end
of the day's activities.

Is next Saturday really the last time? I muttered to myself, May 18th. Although I had
threatened Spencer with evidence of commercial bribery, when it actually happened, I hesitated, unsure of
what to do. What will happen next Saturday? Fear… hesitation… regret…

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