[Semen Spots] (May 1-6) Author: Jianming (The Immortal Rabbit)

Author: Jianming (Immortal Rabbit)
Word Count: 11103

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(5.1)

Approaching the Spring Festival, I had two gatherings with friends in the investment circle. The second was at a friend's
club in Shichahai, where I bumped into a senior figure in the circle, a man from Hangzhou. He was very low-key; his family had been staying in Beijing for
almost half a month without attracting attention. After exchanging a few pleasantries, I learned that he had come to Beijing to visit
several investors, which I guessed was for a new round of financing. I asked him if he was optimistic about the market next year, and he smiled
without speaking. This is the most common way of expressing oneself among close acquaintances in the circle, and I naturally understood.
After saying goodbye to him, I went back to my parents' house and brought some local specialties for Li Tong. When my father asked me about Li Tong,
I was completely distracted and was scolded by him for having no family in my heart, only work. I didn't argue with him as usual
, because all such arguments would ultimately leave me in the wrong.

My mom asked me to stay for dinner, but my mind was full of things. I told her I was going to the taekwondo gym and left in a hurry. When I came out of
Gongzhufen , I typed a message for Zhou Jiayi while waiting at a red light, then deleted it and called her
instead. It hadn't been two days since we last met, and her parents had come to Beijing to visit her. The phone rang several times before she answered,
saying in Cantonese, "Sorry I didn't hear you." I knew she was probably busy, so I told her I'd
call her back in half an hour. Less than half an hour later, she called again while I was still stuck in traffic on Chang'an Avenue. I got straight to the point
about my current situation, and she thought for a moment and said she'd get back to me as soon as possible. Less than half an hour later, just as I was
about to put my phone in the gym's locker, Zhou Jiayi texted: "Afternoon tea at Yintai tomorrow at 4 pm."

It was already past 8 pm when I left the gym, starving but feeling incredibly relaxed. My phone beeped,
and looking down, I instantly felt a cloud of worry descend upon me again. Lu Lu had sent a photo of her eating at my house. My heart
skipped a beat, and I sped home, barely touching the accelerator.

Not far from home, I saw Lu Lu's lights were still off; she must still be at my place. Since the last neighborhood party,
she hadn't contacted me much, but she'd been in frequent contact with Li Tong, the two often interacting on social media. Although I didn't know
what she was up to, I decided to find out. When I entered, three women
were chatting in the living room. Seeing me, my mother-in-law spoke first: "Look, we've been talking about
you."

"Oh, it's you, Ms. Lu. What were you talking about?" I replied, feigning surprise. She was wearing a camel-colored
wool suit, which I didn't particularly like.

"Can you stop calling me 'Lord Lu' all the time? You're making me feel old." Lu Lu's eyes flashed with a sharp edge as
she retorted, "My husband, Lao Huang, recently mentioned wanting to renovate his study, so I thought I'd come over to learn from your
experience."

"Oh, how could I dare?" I met her gaze and retorted, "We're just a small family." Then I asked
Li Tong, "Did you take Lord Lu upstairs to see it?" Li Tong said they had just been talking about it when I opened the door and came in.

I picked up my gym bag from the floor and said, "I'm too embarrassed to show off, Li Tong, you take Lord Lu upstairs
to see it." I watched them go upstairs chatting and laughing. I went into the bathroom, thinking to myself, Lu Lu
sent me the photos of the meal; she must have guessed I'd be in a hurry to come back, using the excuse of wanting to see my study renovation
. I wonder what she really wants. After thinking for a moment, I decided not to take a shower, just dried myself off with a towel and went upstairs. Outside the door, I heard
Li Tong introducing my desk to Lu Lu, explaining that it was made by a designer friend and had been dismantled and sent over from Taiwan. Lu
Lu was curious about my bookshelf. I had intended to listen to what they were saying before going downstairs, but I rushed in immediately.

"Ah, this bookshelf has so many stories to tell," I quickly stepped in, blocking the books, and then pulled
Li Tong into my arms, blocking the other side of the books. "Just assembling this bookshelf took me half a day,
and even assembled it wrong. I called my friend for almost half an hour and got remote video guidance before I finally got it
assembled. And look, that record player has even more stories," I pointed to the speaker cabinet next to it. "The tube amplifier was bought in Hong Kong
, the record player is German, the speakers are Finnish, and the cables are Japanese. It took me more than two years to put this whole
thing together." The three ladies stared at me, completely stunned, clearly taken aback by my sudden intrusion and
unusual attentiveness.

"How come I didn't know you spent so much time assembling the bookshelf?" Li Tong asked me, frowning. I quickly pushed them
towards the stereo cabinet: "Ugh, do I have to report to you how long I've been setting this up? It makes me look stupid." Li Tong smiled and
walked towards the stereo cabinet. When she said she was looking for a record, Lu Lu whispered three words in my ear, almost in a breath
: "Behavioral science?" I looked at her, and she looked at me. My eyes seemed to say:
What ? Her eyes seemed to say: I can do whatever I want.

Li Tong found a Dou Peng record, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Mom,
is there still some white fungus soup being made in the kitchen?" My mother-in-law also realized what was going on and quickly chased after her. Li Tong glanced
at her watch and said, relieved, "Luckily I remembered, otherwise I wouldn't have known the water had boiled away." I
helped Li Tong to sit on the small sofa. At that moment, the string intro to Dou Peng's "Deep Affection Is Hard to End" was playing from the record. I
bit my nails and felt Lu Lu looking at me, while I looked at Li Tong, who was looking down at the carpet.

I was genuinely afraid of the silent Li Tong, because her silence made it impossible to tell whether
she understood nothing or everything. I coughed lightly, then suggested we have some wine, saying I was going to get
some from the wine cabinet. Just as I stood up, I heard my mother-in-law call from downstairs, "Tongtong,
when was that bird's nest soaking in the fridge?" Thinking this was a good opportunity to escape this awkward situation, I answered and was
about to leave when Li Tong called me back, saying, "Why don't you introduce the treasures in your study to Mrs. Lu? I'll
go downstairs." Then she looked closely at my face and said, "Why are you sweating so much?" I then
realized my forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. I didn't dare look at Li Tong, nor did I dare wipe the sweat, and turned to go into the study.

Lu Lu was indeed standing in front of my bookshelf. When she saw me come in, she turned her head to make sure no one was behind me,
and then pointed to the books on my bookshelf and said, "Mr. Jian has quite a wide range of interests." I realized that all my secrets had been exposed
to her, so I didn't bother to explain. I took two glasses from the liquor cabinet and asked her what she wanted to drink. She didn't stand on ceremony and ordered
the best whiskey in my cabinet.

"I'm curious, how much do you investment brokers earn in a year?" Lu Lu took a sip of her drink, probably
a little tipsy, and frowned as she looked at the glass, saying, "Also,
I really can't get used to these things you rich people consume."

"Why tease me, Lady Lu?" I smiled. Although I did
n't
particularly enjoy being alone with her, because this kind of conversation, cultivated within the system, was really unacceptable to us ordinary people. But then again, Lu Lu was different from some other women within the system I'd met; she understood charm, not just
flirtatiousness. I stood up and walked to her sofa, placing the glass on the armrest—a deliberate placement
so that the slightest movement of the sofa would cause the glass to tip over, spilling the wine onto the carpet. This was my usual method, meant to
freeze someone's movements. Instantly, Lu Lu's body stopped moving; I even suspected her
breathing had stopped. I ignored her, sat down at the desk with my back to her, and said, "This desk,
this study, and everything in my house were carefully sourced from every corner of the world.
The effort I've poured into this home is unimaginable to outsiders, even my wife might not understand."

"So you think I'm intruding on your life?" Lu Lu glanced at the wine glass on the armrest for a moment, then
looked up at me, still with a slight smile. I ignored her and continued, "You won't be a good lover because you
want to control every detail. You're good at managing life, but my life can't be managed by you
. What you're doing is intrusion." After I finished speaking, I lightly kicked her sofa with my toe. Lu Lu screamed as if
electrocuted , the wine glass fell, and the whiskey inside spilled onto the study carpet.

I looked at her, and she looked at me, neither of us saying a word.

I silently counted to ten in my mind. Lu Lu stood up unsteadily. I saw that her face was
a little pale, and her lips trembled slightly. Looking at me, she reached into her knee-length wool skirt and unfastened her panties
—purple silk lace embroidered panties. I saw her hands tremble slightly, and the whole process was slow,
which was indeed unexpected. She crumpled the panties in her hands, and then slowly, somewhat unsteadily, walked to
me. I felt her waist against my hip; the distance was almost suffocating. Her
lips were close to my ear, and she whispered, "Excuse me, sorry to bother you." I saw
a figure coming up the stairs, so I immediately pushed her away and squatted down to wipe the wine spilled on the floor.

It was my mother-in-law coming upstairs, carrying a bowl of white fungus soup. Seeing me wiping the carpet, she asked what was wrong. I said I had
accidentally spilled the wine. She walked past me, greeted Lu Lu, who turned around as if nothing had happened
, and exclaimed with delight, "Oh, Auntie is so thoughtful! A bowl of hot white fungus
soup on such a cold day is wonderful!" Then, my mother-in-law complained that her memory was getting worse and worse, and she had even forgotten that she was making white fungus soup in the kitchen, her
memory was worse than a pregnant woman's. While they were chatting, I wiped the wine off the blanket,
said goodbye left. As I went out, I felt completely relaxed, my vision blurred, and I almost fell on the stairs.

Li Tong, carrying a tray, saw me coming downstairs in a daze and asked me what was wrong. I stumbled over,
drank half a bowl of the white fungus soup in one gulp, then finished it in another, picked up the other bowl, and drank it in two gulps as well.
Li Tong was terrified. She helped me to the sofa and asked what was wrong. I calmed down and laughed, "I haven't eaten all day, so I
have low blood sugar." Li Tong slapped my shoulder angrily and said, "Who told you not to eat all day? There's some white fungus soup in
the kitchen , and my mom made chicken soup for me as a late-night snack. Go eat it."
I nodded and watched her go into the kitchen. I quickly searched my body, worried that Lu Lu had stuffed her underwear
somewhere on me, but I couldn't find it anywhere.

Li Tong took two more bowls of white fungus soup upstairs. I went into the bathroom and turned every pocket on my shirt and pants
, but still couldn't find it. So I sent Lu Lu a message: Where did you put it?

Soon, she replied: On the sofa armrest.

Me: Stop kidding, where did you put it?

Lu: Where are you?

Me: In the bathroom. Lu: I want to tour the bathroom.

Me: What do you want?

Lu: Tour the bathroom.

I stopped replying to the messages and sat on the toilet, replaying the details of what had just happened. When I left the study, she
definitely , so she must have left it on me. I checked all my pockets again,
but still nothing. Looking down, I noticed a suspicious bulge in my crotch. I reached inside and my fingertips
touched something soft. I slowly pulled it out—it was Lu Lu's underwear that she had just taken off.

Lu: Surprised?

Me: Don't play like that again.

Lu: What about the sofa armrest?

Me: Yeah, I won't.

Lu: It's a tie.

I put my phone away, thought about putting the underwear in my gym bag, and planned to throw it away on my way to work tomorrow.
I also knew that Lu Lu's counterattack kept the game going; otherwise, she could have easily embarrassed me in even more
outrageous ways. What a terrifying woman. I even wanted to take back my previous description of her as affectionate.
I washed my face and thought about how to get rid of her when my phone rang again.

Lu: Shoot on your underwear.

Me: ?

Lu: I'll let you shoot on your underwear.

Me: You're crazy!

Lu: I hope I didn't drive you crazy.

I ejaculated on her underwear.

I looked at the man in the mirror: thin, pale, his hair
trembling like his lips, his tracksuit pulled up, his pants down to his knees, a woman kneeling before him, her tongue wrapped around my
glans, one hand holding my testicles, the other on my penis, sucking and swallowing. The woman who kept the house
and yard so tidy, the woman who vomited in the gym, the woman who pretended to be a stranger at the
party, the woman who screamed with all her might on the bed in the apartment, the
woman —Lu Lu.

I ejaculated, the semen spraying onto her purple silk lace embroidered underwear, a drop even landing
on the bathroom tiles. My vision blurred a little. I squatted down and wiped the drop of semen onto my underwear, then folded it up.
I found a wooden soap box in the bathroom, put the underwear with the semen inside, washed my face, took
a deep breath, and pushed open the door to walk out of the bathroom.

For the next half hour, it was just me, Li Tong, my mother-in-law, and Lu Lu. We
chatted idly , talking about many things. I ate some snacks while looking at Lu Lu's bare legs, imagining her
exposed genitals and her flawless buttocks. At times I even wanted to laugh, and at other times I felt she was
so melancholy.

Half an hour later, she suggested going home, and I saw her to the door. As we parted, she smiled at me and
said, "Sorry to bother you." I smiled back, handed her the wooden box, and said, "You're welcome, come again."
She looked at the box suspiciously, seemed to realize something, gave me a strange smile, and took the box.

At 11:30 p.m., after I had eaten chicken soup, tidied up the kitchen, turned off the study light, and was about
to , I received a message on my phone. It was a picture: Lu Lu was lying on the bed, her legs in black stockings, bent
in an M shape. I saw a vibrator next to the sheets, and a wet patch on the sheets, which, judging from
the shape , was probably urine she had sprayed out during orgasm. And her crotch was still wearing that purple silk
openwork embroidered panty, which still had my semen on it.

Lu's voice message: You can't escape, haha, don't be late at 8 a.m. tomorrow.

After listening to the voice message, I glanced at Li Tong, who was already asleep on the bed, and suddenly felt my mouth dry and my hand holding
the phone was a little numb. When I looked down again, the picture and voice message had been deleted, as if nothing had
happened.

(5.2)

Li Tong's mother said that no matter how many things I have, I like to carry them in my hands. For example, when I go to the storage room to get something,
I will carry several small items in my hands instead of thinking of putting them in a container. I told her
it was because I have big hands. She said I was too greedy, thinking I could hold everything in my hands. I
told her she was overthinking it. But looking back on these years, from the time I started dating Li Tong until now, from big decisions like buying a house and a car
to small ones like what brand of toilet paper to use at home, I've always been the final decision-maker. I'm not particularly enthusiastic about it,
but if the final outcome isn't what I wanted, I feel a strong sense of rejection. For example, I
'll stop using that kind of toilet paper and buy the kind I actually want. This behavior is subtle; I
don't even let Li Tong notice. Overnight, all the toilet paper will be replaced, and then the next morning at breakfast,
I'll tell her I changed it. At first, Li Tong thought it was a kind of mental fastidiousness, but
after I repeatedly clarified, she understood that it's simply my attitude towards life.

Then I thought about it, and I truly love my wife deeply. I don't know what the point of
emphasizing is. In my life, I've met many people, but only Li Tong has given me this
feeling . When I'm with her, everything in the world is soft, gentle, and without sharp edges; there's not even
any argument. I love her personality, the tone of her voice, her aesthetic sense and taste, her experiences, and
everyone she's met. But the stronger this love becomes, the more uncontrollably I want her to live according to my
wishes . She should be like a noblewoman, and when I think she should be like a noblewoman, she should be like a slut,
and when I think she should be a slut. The key, the terrifying thing, is that before I even open my mouth
, she's already dressed like a noblewoman, waiting for me at the door, or her eyes are filled with lust as she
sucks on my penis and looks at me.

This is what I thought of when my mother-in-law mentioned that I like to hold everything in my hands.

(5.3)

At 7:50 a.m., I watched Lu Lu come out of their house from my study, wearing sunglasses,
doing a few chest-expanding exercises in the yard. I knew she saw me, so I went downstairs to change my clothes. I ran into Li Tong and her mother as I was leaving
. They were about to have breakfast. Seeing me looking so energetic, like I was about to go tiger hunting, Li Tong exclaimed in surprise,
"You're going for a run in this freezing weather?" I hummed in response. As I went to get some water from the refrigerator, I glanced out
the window and saw Lu Lu had already run out of their yard.

This residential area is divided into north and south sections, with an artificial lake in the middle. My house is right next to the lake, roughly in the
middle of the area. That day, Lu Lu ran west along the lake, but I changed my mind and decided
to run east. Although the homeowners in the community rarely interact with each other, they inevitably have a nanny or
maid. They are practically the information hub of the community. What happened to the Zhang family can reach the Li family in less than half a
day , and within 72 hours, the whole community knows. For this reason,
my family resolutely refuses to hire a nanny.

The artificial lake in the community was frozen over, and a few stones were thrown on the surface, used by people who were preparing to go into the lake but were afraid the ice wouldn't hold solid enough
to test the way. The plane trees along the roadside had long since lost their leaves, making the view crystal clear. I could see Lu Lu jogging
in the distance . She ran without any strain, her movements were perfectly fluid and standard, her pace must have been quite good;
she must exercise regularly. After circling most of the lake, I saw her resting on a bench,
facing our house across the lake. I slowed down as well. Just as I reached the bench, she glanced at me, then
got up and ran past me, leaving her towel on the bench. I was puzzled. I sat down on the bench and
unfolded the towel. Inside were two keys, labeled 10-05. I looked around.
There wasn't a soul in sight, not even a bird. This Ms. Lu was making it seem like a clandestine rendezvous.

I sat on the bench for a while, then turned and walked towards the grove of trees. Beyond that grove were
the high-rise ; her other apartment was there. When I got to the apartment building, it was just getting light.
A few elderly people were already doing their morning exercises. I bought a bottle of water at the convenience store, still feeling conflicted, unsure
whether to go upstairs. First, I genuinely needed something from Lu Lu for our morning run, something that
could be explained in a few words, but she made it sound so complicated, which made me inexplicably nervous. Second,
a . Knowing Lu Lu as I do,
I felt she was very protective of herself, but her attitude towards other people's lives was completely different. I didn't
know if I would become a victim of her playboy lifestyle. Infidelity is a two-way street;
you can't just think, "If she doesn't care, I don't care either." Once it's exposed, it's not
just about solving your own problem; the other person will too. Thinking about all this, I felt it was necessary to go upstairs, at least...
I had to explain my concerns, otherwise she'd always have the upper hand, and the game wouldn't be fun.

The house was quiet, only the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. I stood in front of the living room's floor-to-ceiling window;
the view was nice, stretching all the way to my backyard. I untied the curtain cord and made a double
knot (no special meaning, I just liked the knot). I pushed open the bathroom door; the shower stall was separate, and
Lu Lu was enveloped in a hazy mist. I deliberately coughed lightly, and Lu Lu seemed startled,
wiping a small patch on the shower door. Seeing it was me, she said somewhat angrily, "What kind of habit is this? You don't even knock before coming in
."

"I haven't gone in yet," I said, placing the curtain cord on the sink and leaning against the door. "I just
found a key on the street. Imagine how forgetful the owner must be to leave their house key behind."

"Stop joking, I'll be done soon!" Lu Lu rolled her eyes at me and continued showering. I looked around the bathroom;
the wet and dry areas were separated, the layout was very reasonable, and the decoration was quite sophisticated. She probably doesn't live here often; there were
almost , only a bottle of hand soap and face wash. Next to the mirror was a hairband. Thinking about its
purpose, a playful idea popped into my head.

Lu Lu clearly hadn't expected me to barge into the shower. Seeing me come in, she was startled, clutching her
chest and saying, "Oh, what's the rush? It'll be done soon." She tried to push me out, but I
seized the opportunity, grabbed her hands, turned her around, tied her hands with the hairband, and pressed her against the shower wall. Lu Lu
did indeed scream. I covered her mouth with my hand, then leaned close to her ear: "Now who can't escape?"
I lifted her hands and hung the hairband on the showerhead above her head. Lu Lu
struggled , but the Kohler showerhead was sturdy enough not to budge. The water continued
to pour down, soaking her back. This was the first time I had admired Lu Lu's body in a brightly lit environment. I couldn't help but
regret our hasty and dimly lit sex last time. Her breasts alone were enough to play with for a whole day—snow-white,
soft, any more would have made her look bloated, any less would have made her look thin; her abdomen was flat, her legs were straight, her buttocks were perky, and
her waist was supple yet powerful.

"What do you want to do?" Lu Lu's tone was indeed a little angry.

"Tsk tsk, Lord Lu. You don't seem like a boring person, how could you ask such a boring question?"
I said, tracing my fingers down her spine from her back: "I want to see
how many secrets are hidden in your body." As I spoke, my fingers reached her buttocks. Lu Lu shuddered as if she had been electrocuted
, letting out a soft gasp, but she raised her buttocks. I squatted down, spreading my buttocks apart with my thumb and
forefinger , exposing my anus. I probed it with my forefinger; the anus contracted violently,
and my breasts trembled slightly. I couldn't help but sigh; this body truly was created solely for sex. Using
it for anything else would be a waste. I turned off the tap, turned Lu Lu around,
and when our eyes met, I could still feel the sharpness in her gaze.

"What did you ask me just now?" I asked her.

"What do you want?" Lu Lu snapped. Before she finished speaking, I slapped her across the face, then looked at her
seriously and said, "From now on, you have to call me 'sir.'"

"You pervert…!" Before she could finish speaking, I slapped her again. This time I hit her a little harder;
my fingertips went slightly numb. To be honest, I felt a little guilty about hitting such a beautiful face so hard.
I lifted her face, looked at her, and slowly said, "Call me 'Sir.' Do you understand? Come on, say it once."

"Sir," Lu Lu said, her voice trembling with tears.

"I think I'll need to spend a long time looking at you, what do you think?" I said. Lu Lu hummed in response but didn't say
anything. She must have entered the mode I had set. Women all harbor
a sense of shame that desperately needs to be discovered and exploited.

In my short thirty-odd years of experience, apart from Ms. Zhang, Zhou Jiayi, Li Tong, and
several of Li Tong's previous girlfriends, they were all eagerly waiting for me to discover that
shameful . The more I stimulated that part, the more pleasure and
relief they felt from this bitter pain. Compared to making love wildly, I preferred watching them desperately want to make love. I must admit I was
stunned by Lu Lu's near-perfect naked body. If there were such a thing as a perfect body, one that makes you
want to make love to someone without any other thought, to approach it, touch it, caress
it, thrust into it, and ravage it with a death wish—that primal urge to stuff her body back into your chest
—then that describes the body before me. Looking at one breast, the other would draw my gaze; looking at those breasts, her
shoulders would attract my attention; looking at
her shoulders, her face would draw my gaze; and when I stepped back to admire her, I felt it was unfair to any part of her
—they all deserved to be looked at, praised, and defiled.

I removed the hairband binding Lu Lu's hands and untied it. Her eyes no longer held that previous sharpness,
replaced by a gentle weakness, just like Zhou Jiayi's, and just like Li Tong's. I cupped her face in my hands,
but didn't want to kiss her. From the moment I kissed her, the appreciation would end, leaving only the release of desire.

"I want you to lie down," I whispered, commanding. Lu Lu stared blankly, then slowly knelt down, placing
her hands on the ground. I came out of the shower, picked up the curtain cord from the sink, and Lu Lu looked up at me. Just
as I was about to put the cord around her neck, Lu Lu stepped back. I could see she was a little frightened. I gently
touched her face, and she stretched her neck out a little more.

I led her, and Lu Lu crawled behind me on all fours, her hands and
knees . We walked to the French windows in the living room, pulled up a chair, and sat down, pulling the curtains aside.
I looked at Lu Lu; she was looking at me with surprise.

"Come here." I beckoned her over, then untied the rope and ordered her to back away. I held her face in my hands,
pointing with my other hand to the photo of the couple on the TV cabinet, and said, "Go and fetch that photo. Remember, fetch it
with your mouth , not take it." Lu Lu's facial muscles trembled slightly from the shame and humiliation. I
patted her head and said, "Go." Watching her slowly crawl towards the TV cabinet, I sat down again, looking at the artificial lake.
Across the river from my home, I wonder what Li Tong is doing right now. Perhaps she's making my breakfast, or maybe she's watching
TV, doing prenatal yoga with the instructor. Most importantly, she has no idea that her husband is right
there with her, "disciplining" our female neighbor. I also don't know what
Mr. Huang is doing. If he's home, he might not be awake yet; if he's not home, he's probably
still asleep in some girl's bed.

Lu Lu brought over their photo. I took the frame and patted her face: "Great."

This must be a photo from earlier, with the motto wall of the China University of Political Science and Law in the background. Back then, Lu Lu was
a second-level police superintendent, wearing a Type 99 police uniform, a dark gray shirt, a light gray tie, and a black jacket. Mr. Huang wasn't as slovenly as he is now
then ; although he was a bit overweight, his dark blue suit seemed to conceal
some of his age. I turned Lu Lu's head back, her buttocks facing me, her entire vulva exposed, with droplets of moisture still on
her pubic hair . I placed the photo frame on her waist, and her previously trembling body immediately stopped
shaking. I asked Lu Lu when the photo was taken, and she said it was seven years ago, with her back to me.

"Were you married then?" I asked.

"Yes, he was still in school then." Lu Lu's voice was very soft; sometimes I had to guess.

"You two are...?"

"Teacher-student relationship, he was my teacher."

I smiled and said, "Uh, it's like this, I didn't want to know anything about your family. But sometimes
things in this world are just so helpless. I happen to live across the street from you, you happen
to meet me at this age, and we're both too curious. Your partner's life and his situation
are both at a low point, and mine is too." I turned to look at the opposite bank; there was no haze, and I could clearly
see my backyard.

I lit a cigarette, put my foot on Lu Lu's vulva, rubbed it against her damp pubic hair, and continued:
"When I was little, we had a dog. One time it ran into someone else's house. I went to their house
to
get my dog back, but they denied it, saying my dog wasn't there. But I happened to see the dog leash my dad made in the corner of their living room. I didn't say anything and went home. Later, they got another dog, but they didn't
care for it. It would sit dirty at the entrance of our building every day. One day after school, I brought their dog
home. I played with it, gave it a name, fed it, bathed it, and cuddled it to sleep. When I woke up, my mom
asked me whose dog it was, and I said it was mine. A week later, they found out
and came to our house to get the dog back. I said, 'Okay, let's call the dog's name together, and whoever it goes with, that's its dog.'" I
stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, took a cup and a bowl from the kitchen, filled the water dispenser,
placed the bowl in front of Lu Lu, and then went back to my chair to drink the water.

"Guess who the dog went with?" I asked her.

"Come with Mr. Lu," Lu Lu stammered. I suddenly laughed, startling her.
She , and the photo frame fell to the floor, just like last night in my living room. Lu Lu
screamed as it fell. I kicked the frame away and turned her head to face me. I pointed to
the distance across the artificial lake and asked, "That's my house, right?" She nodded. I continued, "Across from my house
is your house. We're separated by a two-lane road. Your bedroom window faces my study window. I like to
make love with my wife in the study, and you like to peek from your bedroom window, right?"

"Yes."

"What does it feel like to watch us make love?"

"Nothing." As soon as she finished speaking, I slapped her again and said, "You're not being honest. This
game requires telling the truth." A tear squeezed from the corner of Lu Lu's eye, mingling with her snot. She said, "Watching
Mr. Lu make love with her, I'm very curious. I want to know what kind of person Mr. Lu is."

"Yes, you see, the game is actually very simple. If you answer my questions honestly, I will treat you gently."
I cupped Lu Lu's face; her right cheek was slightly flushed. I gently touched her face. She closed her eyes and tightly pressed
her lips together, thinking I was going to hit her again. I continued, "Tell me, what do you think of yourself now?"

Lu: "My master's dog."

Me: "No, I won't allow you to call yourself that anymore."

Lu: "I am my master's slave."

Me: "Hmm, that's right. Remember, you are my slave. You have your own personality outside of me,
but here, your personality belongs to me. Do you understand?"

Lu: "I understand."

Me: "Remember one more thing, I don't like hitting you, because it makes me sad. So, you have to
try your best to stop me from hitting you."

Lu: "Got it."

Me: "Okay, let's continue what we didn't finish earlier. You saw me having sex with my wife, and you were curious."

Lu: "I want to know about my husband and her life, what it feels like for her to be under my husband's control, and
how my husband makes women hate him, yet unable to leave him."

Me: "This kind of curiosity can drive people crazy, you know?"

Lu: "I know."

Me: "Come here."

I beckoned Lu Lu over, facing my penis, then pried open her mouth and put my penis inside. She
slowly swallowed and released my glans, making soft, eager breaths. The depth of her swallowing and releasing increased, and
she even brazenly put her hands on my legs. I watched my penis go in and out of her mouth, feeling
like my dog that my neighbor cooked.

(5.4)

In the seconds before my climax, I looked at my backyard, wondering what breakfast Li Tong would make for me, thinking about the
"Behavioral Psychology" textbook in my study, thinking about meeting Zhou Jiayi at Yintai in six hours, thinking about what kind of underwear Zhou
Jiayi would be wearing, thinking about the neighbor's dog that didn't come with me in the end, thinking about
how Lu Lu would look when she came home. I smiled and then ejaculated all my semen into her throat. I slumped in
the chair, and Lu Lu leaned in to kiss me. I could feel her spitting the rest of her semen into my mouth.
My semen, warm from both her and my body, tasted like Australian oysters at afternoon tea in Yintai Center—a
salty taste of the sea mixed with a hint of the fishy smell of life. It filled my entire mouth, even after I swallowed it.

Lu Lu didn't stop, and I didn't intend to make her stop either. She kissed me from my face down my neck,
shoulders, nipples, ribs, waist, lower abdomen, and penis. Then I got an erection again, and she continued to give me oral sex. I ejaculated
again . This time, I ejaculated on her face, and two drops landed on her chest and on the floor. I looked at Lu Lu, and she
looked at me too. For a moment, I wanted to hit her again because the sharp look in her eyes was back.
But I couldn't raise my hand, so I just looked at her. She wiped the semen from her face into her mouth and brought her breasts closer to me. I
smiled and licked the semen into my mouth, then pointed at the semen on the floor with my eyes. Lu Lu squatted down,
looked up at me defiantly, and then stuck out her tongue to lick the semen off the floor as well.

(5.5)

"That dog didn't come home with me later," I said, hugging Lu Lu on the sofa.

"Huh? I thought it would come home with you." She looked at me innocently, and for a moment, I thought her eyes
looked like my girlfriend from college.

"No. Its real owner called it 'Little White,' and it went with them."

"Its name is Little White?"

"Yes, isn't it silly?"

"It is quite silly."

"Then what do you call it?"

"Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov."

"Are you crazy!"

"Crazy."

"Really crazy!"

"Stop pinching my nipples."

"Why?"

"I'm hard again."

...

(5.6)

As Lu Lu wished, after my third ejaculation, I could barely walk. While she went to take a shower, I
dozed off slightly on the sofa. While I went to take a shower, she made breakfast in the kitchen. We ate some
food , got dressed, and went home.

When we went out, the cold air hit us, and my legs even trembled slightly. We
parted ways in front of the apartment building; I went west, and she went east. After walking about ten meters, I suddenly remembered something and called out to Lu Lu
. She turned around, looked at me, and exclaimed. I smiled, and she smiled too, and then we left.

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