[Extramarital Affair: A Married Man and a Hostess] (Complete) Author: Yun Zhongshu

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"Synopsis" A married man is a contradiction,
entangled in . In the struggle between love and desire, spirit and sin, a married man is always pursuing the former. 90s
girls are the light of life for married men, the fire of their desires. The sins of married men,
the souls of married men. In this book, a group of naive 90s girls, after experiencing the temptations of married men, use their
unrestrained desires to bring their beautiful bodies to a mature climax! But who can satisfy these young girls' desires?

Chapter 1: Meeting Two Beautiful Girls at a Party

I'm Married.

I could no longer resist the pressure and even contempt from all sides.

Being over 30 and still unmarried, in everyone's eyes, I was somewhat abnormal.

My family seemed to understand something, changing their attitude from nagging about my
marriage to offering psychological counseling in every conversation. I found it funny, but also distressing.
Was my lovely single life over? After I finally brought my current wife home, they shifted
all to lobbying her parents.

My wife also liked me very much, so the marriage was completed through their mediation.

Life was quite happy and fulfilling, everything was harmonious. My wife was the kind of woman who was elegant in public and capable in
the kitchen ; by all accounts, one should be content.

But one day, I discovered I couldn't perform. My penis couldn't
get erect at the right time, and even watching the most explicit films couldn't stimulate my desire.

Fortunately, my wife was a virtuous woman and never said anything. But I felt very guilty.

I'm someone who can't stand repression.

This is also the reason why I've been hesitant to get married; I can't accept a monotonous life—
I need something in my life to stimulate my numb nerves.

I would never go to a prostitute willingly, because I know that what I need to release isn't abundant energy, but
my repressed and thirsty nerves.

In my opinion, without warmth between the two, even the most intense and varied physical actions cannot overcome
the sense of loss when it comes time to pay the bill; instead, the heart feels even emptier. One-night stands became my only solution. I
enjoyed the unfamiliar environment, the unfamiliar bodies and voices, and the fresh feeling brought by the tenderness of unfamiliar women—
all of this made me feel reborn.

After my first sexual experience, my one-night stands were almost continuous; I was addicted to this free life.

After marriage, because my wife knew about my past misdeeds, she was very strict with me. Sometimes,
she wouldn't even let me go out when my friends, with whom I used to drink, invited me; I could only stay at home with her like a couch
potato . But

even the best-laid plans can have flaws. One day, an opportunity finally came: my wife was going on a trip with her mother, and I stayed behind, citing
work commitments.

I finally gained four days of freedom. Coincidentally, a social group I frequented
organized a party on the night before their departure, and I, who had never had the chance to attend before, signed up without hesitation. That

evening, I arrived at the restaurant where we were meeting, gave my gift money to the hostess, signed my name, and took my seat.

At my table were seven single men and two single women (how many people at this kind of gathering would bring a partner

?). I looked around, and a girl sitting opposite me caught my attention. She wasn't
particularly beautiful, but she was pretty and looked to be around 20 years old. What attracted me most were her petite frame
supporting a pair of unusually large, perfectly round breasts. The shape of her breasts was stunning, practically flawless; I'd estimate she was
a 34D. She was wearing a sequined t-shirt, which was very eye-catching. Everyone who saw her would want to touch them, and
I'm sure the men at the table felt the same way. I remained silent, watching the men fawn over the
girls pouring them tea, their eyes darting furtively towards her chest. I found it quite amusing.

She kept whispering to the girl next to her, and I thought... I had to strike up a conversation, so I stood up and politely
offered cigarettes to the netizens around me, introducing ourselves while occasionally glancing at the two girls out of the corner of my eye. After observing them
for a while, I was certain they had come together, and neither of them had a boyfriend. Of course,
openly flirting in this kind of setting would invite ridicule and even public outrage, so my initial plan was to get her
number first.

I offered a cigarette to the girl next to her. The girl didn't even look up, skillfully took it,
said thank you, and offered the cigarette to her. She seemed startled, looked up at me, and waved her hands, saying
it wasn't a problem. I smiled, and she smiled back at me, then lowered her head to whisper something.

At this point, the host started speaking, beginning with some platitudes, although my eyes were on the host. But
my attention was completely focused on those two girls, and I was completely absorbed.

I believe the human ear has the ability to block out what it doesn't want to hear.

So I didn't hear a word the host said, but their voices, amplified by the microphone,
became even clearer until I could hear their breathing.

I heard the girl smoking say, "She's much older than you."

She said, "Can't we be friends if we're older?"

Then they both giggled softly. My heart skipped a beat. Were they talking about me? I
glanced insecurely at the men around me, then reaffirmed my confidence. It wasn't narcissism, but rather the fact that
years the world of desire had cultivated a special kind of charisma.

Chapter Two: Shielding the Young Girl from Drinks

I believe many of you can relate to. —When you meet a beautiful woman, you should be neither arrogant nor humble, but rather charming and elegant, to attract
her attention. Don't be like a newbie, bewildered and flustered, or have a blank stare, making your
behavior seem incredibly sleazy. The men around me were clearly no match for me. At this moment, the host
started calling out names, and everyone had to raise their hand. I realized she was Bingyu from the forum, and
the girl next to her had the ID Xiao Qiaozi.

When my name was called, Xiao Qiaozi almost exclaimed, "Ah, it's you!"

I smiled, "What? Doesn't look like you?"

Qiaozi said, "No, no, I always thought you were a bit of a pervert, but I didn't expect..."

and then stopped herself from saying anything more.

Actually, I knew I often posted veiled risqué jokes on the forum, and I was already infamous. I knew...
Most people in this forum are the reserved type, they just don't like to show it.

Finally, the feast began. Each table had four bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor), a case of beer, and no soft drinks. The moderators really know how to arrange things;
it seems they did it on purpose, as if they share our sentiments.

The clinking of glasses during the meal goes without saying. The two girls were both good drinkers, but two fists can't fight off so many hands, and with the
chaotic , people from other tables came over to toast them. In the end, they seemed to be struggling.

Before they even finished the case of beer, both girls were flushed.

They had just returned from the restroom, and the student-looking guy with the dark complexion next to them was still urging them to drink more.

This made me a little uncomfortable. Even if you wanted to sleep with them, you didn't have to force them to drink like that, did you? Perhaps it was the alcohol, but I
stood up, took their glasses, and said to the guy, "If you want to drink, drink with me. They've had too much to drink,
don't make things difficult for these young girls."

I didn't expect this to piss him off.

He pointed the bottle at me: "What are you doing? How did my drinking with them bother you?"

I politely replied, "They've already had quite a bit to drink; any more and they'll feel unwell. Don't make things difficult for them.
Let's brothers."

Before I could finish speaking, his bottle was thrown at me. I instinctively dodged it,
but the half-empty bottle of beer spilled all over me.

With a bang, the bottle shattered on the floor, and the entire room fell silent.

The moderators rushed over to ask what happened. I called a waiter for a towel to dry me off, smiling, "
Nothing ."

Then that guy suddenly charged at me, only to be pulled back by the people next to me. The two girls were stunned, standing
there frozen. I calmly asked the black-haired guy, "I didn't do anything to you, did I?"

The black-haired guy started cursing at me.

I finally couldn't hold back anymore. I kicked him, knocking him to the ground, and grabbed a stool to smash it, but
someone snatched it away. Several people held me back, and then the guy was pulled away and sat at the table.
I was extremely annoyed; I knew I wouldn't be able to drink anymore. I apologized to the people at the table and prepared to leave.

Just then, Bingyu said, "Let's go together."

I smiled and said to her, "It's okay, you guys eat your food. Don't feel bad about this little thing; it
has nothing to do with you." Xiao Qiaozi said, "Really, we've all eaten and can't drink anymore. Let's go
together ."

Then she winked at Bingyu, who stood up and grabbed her bag.

The people at the table and the moderators came over to try and persuade us to stay. I said, "I'm sorry, I upset
everyone."

They turned around and told me that the guy was just a kid and didn't know any better, and not to take it to heart. I said I knew. Then
I bowed to everyone and went out the door, and the two girls followed me out.

When we got to the door, Bingyu said, "I'm sorry."

I looked at her and said, "What are you sorry for? I was going to bring you some drinks, but then that
idiot drunken rampage. It's not your fault, so don't feel guilty. You should go back. The raffle hasn't
even started yet, and everyone's going to karaoke later. Have fun."

Xiao Qiaozi said, "It's boring. I wanted to leave a long time ago. I've never been to a party like this before, so Bingyu and I came to check it out.
After seeing it, I realized how pointless these kinds of events are."

I said, "Shall I take you home?"

Bingyu looked at Xiao Qiaozi, who smiled and said, "Bingyu, why are you looking at me like that?"

Bingyu was a little embarrassed and said to me, "Let's take a walk to sober up."

I said, "Okay, I'll go with you. I was already sober when we were fighting."

I was telling the truth; I was already about 70-80% drunk, but after all that commotion, the effects wore off quickly.

So we walked aimlessly along the road, suddenly finding ourselves speechless, just
walking .

We soon reached the moat. I said, "Are you tired? Let's rest by the river."

The two girls agreed. We sat on the stone benches by the river. I took out a cigarette and offered it to Qiao Zi, who lit
it skillfully. We chatted while smoking, and I asked Bing Yu, "Are you two good friends?"

Bing Yu said, "Yes, we're neighbors. We grew up together, went to school together, and are very close."

I said, "Are you about the same age?"

Bing Yu said, "Yes."

Then she added, "Look how old we are." I carefully examined them.

Judging

from their attire, they should be around 22 years old, but upon closer inspection, they didn't seem
like it. I could only say, "It's hard to guess a girl's age these days."

Bingyu said, "We were born in '95."

Then she asked me how old I was, and I said, "I'm more than a decade older than you."

Xiao Qiaozi tilted her head and looked at me for a long time: "You're lying, right? You look at most six or seven years older than us."

I said, "Don't believe me? I can show you my ID card."

She asked me, "Are you married?"

I said, "Of course I'm married."

Bingyu then interjected, "You're married and you're still playing with us kids? We should all call you
uncle ."

Hearing this, my heart suddenly skipped a beat again.

To be honest, from being ignorant and naive to being a seasoned womanizer, more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. The girls around me have changed
again and again, and their ages have gotten younger and younger. However, I've never been in contact with any girls born in the 90s. I looked at their delicate skin reflecting a crystal-clear luster under the streetlights, and their alluring figures made me even more fantasizing. My heart was pounding
violently . I asked them, "Do you all have boyfriends?" Bingyu said, "Xiao Qiaozi is dating someone, but I broke up with her." I suddenly had nothing to say, so I just took a drag of my cigarette and slowly exhaled. Bingyu said, "Let's go, I'm a little cold." I said, "Okay, I'll take you home." At this moment, I had to act like a gentleman. Never taking advantage of someone in distress is my consistent principle, and at the same time, I wanted to leave a very good reputation for the girls I had slept with. Even now, many girls still keep in touch with me on QQ. Whenever I have time, I can call them out to keep me company. But I 'm tired of those past relationships. When I'm drunk and my desires are high, I occasionally call out to the girl , but after getting married, I haven't gone out with her again. After we got off the moat embankment, I said, "Let's take a taxi." They disagreed and said they would walk back.

Of course, I was happy to accompany him. We walked and chatted about people and things from the forum. When we got to the guy with the black
pig head , Bingyu said, "You know what? He's our schoolmate."

I was taken aback.

Xiao Qiaozi said, "I wanted to leave when I saw him today, but then I thought, what's past is past , so I stayed."

I said, "What do you mean, 'past is past'? Is there something between you two?"

Xiao Qiaozi said, "No, this guy was a classmate of theirs in high school, but in a different class.
He pursued , but I thought he was a bit of a jerk, so I didn't agree to date him. Then he pursued Bingyu relentlessly, and he's
still doing it now. Even after we graduated, he came to see us."

I said, "You guys stopped going to school?"

Xiao Qiaozi said, "Yeah, later we both got addicted to online games, and we lost interest in school."

Just then, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw that I didn't recognize the number.

I answered the phone casually, and a very unfriendly voice came through: "You're XX, right?" I said,
"Yes, I am. Who are you?"

The other person said, "I heard you're pretty tough. Didn't you want to fight? Tell me where you are. I'll come and meet you,
and see what kind of insect you are."

I said, "Sorry, I don't understand what you mean."

He said, "You'll know what I mean when you see me."

I glanced at the two girls; they seemed to sense something too, staring at me nervously. I said into
the phone , "Okay, tell me where you are, I'll come find you."

The other person said, "You've got

guts. I'll wait for you at Tianya Internet Cafe. If you don't come, you're my son." I hung up the phone, my heart pounding, not out of fear, but because I was so angry. Suddenly, I
found it funny; I hadn't encountered such exciting things in years, and today it all happened at once.

Bingyu noticed my pale face and asked, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Nothing, I'll take you home first."

They asked if it was him who called. I didn't say anything, hailed a taxi, and got in with them.

I asked them where they were going, and Xiao Qiaozi said, "Don't go. He used to fight all the time, and he knows
a lot of people in the underworld."

I sneered and said, "None of you follow me, understand? I'm taking you home now
. I'll ask you again where you live." Perhaps my tone was too sinister, because the two girls had no choice but to give me a place name.

The taxi turned and sped away.

The car stopped at the entrance of a residential area, and they got out. Bingyu said, "Be careful."

I nodded and said, "Okay."

Just as the car was about to drive away, Bingyu ran over again: "Give me your phone number."

I handed her my phone, and she typed in the number. She heard her phone ring in her bag,
hung up gave it back to me.

I waved to them and then signaled the driver to turn around.

Chapter Four: Don't Go Wrong

In the car, I started making phone calls. The first one I called was a brother I often hung out with. He used to be
involved in the underworld; he knew several notorious thugs and had a group of followers who did construction and other things.
When I called him, he was drinking at a karaoke bar. I told him the situation, and he laughed, "You're
still involved in the underworld? You even got into a fight with kids. Why don't you come over for a drink?"

I said, "No, this will only cause trouble later if we don't resolve it."

Hearing this, he realized I was serious and became earnest, asking how many people were on the other side. I said I didn't
know .

He then asked how old they were, and I said around 20.

He said okay, where should we meet? I said Tianya Internet Cafe.

He said okay, he'd be right there. I said don't bring anything, just some for self-defense; I didn't want to escalate things
. He said, "Don't worry, I understand."

After hanging up, I dialed another number.

The number I dialed was for another brother who worked at the police station, named Hai Zi, a childhood friend I've known since
.

When I called, he was on duty at work. I said, "Hai Zi, it's been years since I've been in a fight.
Today I'm going to break my vow on your turf!"

Hai Zi quickly asked what happened. I said I went to a party today and got into a conversation with a kid. He's
now looking for people to beat me up.

Hai Zi said, "Who's so arrogant? Where are they? I'll take some guys over to check it out."

I said, "Don't worry about it. You know I have a few friends who like to fight. Just bring some men to
back . I'm afraid my men might not be able to control themselves."

Hai Zi asked, "Where are they?"

I said, "At the biggest internet cafe in your area."

Hai Zi said, "We'll be there in a bit."

While the car was still on the road, the guy I was singing with called: "We've arrived. Where are you?"

I said, "Almost there, almost there, just two or three minutes left. Don't stand at the door, I'm afraid you'll scare them away."

He laughed and said, "There's no one here, just three people, sitting and smoking by the flower bed across the street
."

Just then, the car arrived, and sure enough, there were only three of them. I recognized the other two; they were his
cronies, we'd drunk together a few times.

I nodded to them in greeting and offered them cigarettes.

I said, "Second Brother (he's called Second Brother in the underworld), I'm really sorry to have spoiled your fun today.
I'll treat you to a late-night snack later."

Second Brother said, "What are you talking about? How could I not help you? Where are they?"

I said, "I don't know, they told me to call when I get there."

Second Brother said, "Go ahead and call."

I picked up the phone to dial when a police van pulled up.

Two uniformed men got out; it was Hai Zi and a colleague from the station. They greeted each other, and
Hai Zi and Second Brother, whom I already knew, exchanged a few pleasantries.

My second brother said, "Let's call him out."

I dialed the number back, and it went through. The voice on the other end said, "Hey, you've got guts. Where the hell are you?"

I said, "Your uncle's at the internet cafe entrance. Come over here."

He said, "Okay, you fucking wait here, don't you dare run away." He

hung up, and I said, "Hai Zi, park the car further away and turn off the police lights. I'll call you in a bit."

He nodded, got in the car, and parked at the corner.

My second brother's expression turned stern. We didn't say anything and walked across the street. Just then, Lu...
A dozen or so people came out one after another. I recognized one of them as the guy with the black hair I'd fought with.

He saw me too and came towards us. Then, a dozen of them surrounded us. I
looked around and almost laughed. It was a circle of skinny kids. Although it was hot, they weren't shirtless. But
the kids in the lead had hair that looked like it'd been slicked back—a riot of reds, yellows, greens, blues, and purples. They'd taken off their shirts,
revealing their skinny frames covered in tattoos. It was a mess of tattoos, I couldn't even tell what they were. I guess they were trying to scare us with their tattoos.

The guy with the black hair grabbed my collar, but my second brother slapped him away. Everyone was stunned. They had

no idea who he was.

Then, two of my second brother's underlings pulled out two shotguns from their shoulder bags and said to them,
"Don't run away, or I'll shoot anyone who does."

I quickly told my second brother, "Don't let it go off."

My second brother patted me and said, "It's okay."

The group of kids were terrified, standing there trembling.

Second Brother said, "Everyone squat down."

A dozen or so people obediently squatted down.

Second Brother grabbed Black Pig Head by the hair and pulled him over, then kneed him in the face. Black Pig Head's nose
immediately bled, and he squatted down, but Second Brother held his hair and he couldn't squat down, just hunched over.

I went up and punched him twice in the face, asking, "Who called me?"

He quickly pointed to a tattooed skinny guy squatting on the ground.

I walked over, and before I even touched him, he screamed "Brother, brother!

" I said, "I haven't even hit you yet, why are you yelling?"

Skinny guy said, "I don't know."

I said, "Weren't you so cocky just now?"

Skinny guy said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I said, "Squat down properly, hands on the ground."

He didn't understand, but did as I said.

Chapter Five: Can You Come Out?

I kicked him in the face, and he fell to the ground.

I was wearing sneakers at the time, and I used the instep, not the toes, afraid of hurting him.

Seeing him lie down, I told him to get up and squat down. He squatted down again, so I kicked him again and said, "You recognize me today
?"

He nodded quickly but didn't say anything. I saw blood flowing from his mouth. He probably kicked his lip.

My second brother said, "You two stay, the rest of you get out of here."

The rest of the group all ran away in a flash.

My second brother said to my younger brother, "Bring the car over and take them away."

The two poor kids were terrified and cried, saying, "Please, brother, I'll never do it again."

They were so pitiful.

I couldn't bear to see them like that and said, "Forget it, let them go."

My second brother whispered in my ear, "Just to scare them."

I nodded. The car came, and we pulled the two kids into the car, but they clung to the lamppost and wouldn't let go. My

two younger brothers punched and kicked them for a few more minutes, and then we got in the car and drove away. In the car, I called Haizi and
said, "We're leaving. Your car is following us."

Haizi said, "I'm watching. Did you hurt anyone?"

I said, "No, I just gave them a light beating."

Haizi said, "Then I'm going back to the station."

I said, "Come on, let's go for a drink."

Haizi said, "Forget it, forget it, maybe next time. I'm on duty today, so I can't drink." I said, "Okay then,
thanks for your hard work."

He laughed and said, "What are you saying?"

The car stopped at the entrance of my apartment complex. I said, "What's wrong? Let's find a place to eat."

My second brother said, "Forget it, drinking is something we do every day. I'm tired from playing around today. I'm going home to rest. You should go home and
get some sleep too. I'll call you tomorrow."

I tried to persuade him for a while, but he said, "Alright, brother, it's not a big deal. Don't be so formal."

So I got out of the car and watched them drive away.

I went upstairs, took out my keys, and was about to open the door when I suddenly remembered that I should tell Bingyu and the others what happened so they
wouldn't worry.

I called Bingyu, and the first thing she said when she answered was, "Are you alright? Qiaozi and I haven't come home yet.
I was worried something might have happened to you, but I didn't dare call. We're still sitting downstairs right now."

I said, "I'm fine. Those kids were just taught a lesson and that was it."

Bingyu asked, "Where are you?"

I said, "I just got home."

Bingyu said, "Could you come out for a bit?"

I thought for a moment and said, "How about this, you guys wait for me at Shangdao Coffee. I'll be there in a bit."

She said, "Okay,"

and then hung up.

I was about to go downstairs when I thought about it and took out my keys to open the door. I went inside, picked up the phone receiver, put it
aside , turned off the light, and went downstairs.

It was already past 1 a.m. When I walked out of the complex, I saw several taxis parked at the entrance. I waved for
a while, but no one answered, so I walked over and knocked on a driver's window to wake him up. He quickly started the car,
and I asked how much it would cost to go to Shangdao. He said 30. I got in the car, feeling really tired after all the commotion,
and leaned back my seat to close my eyes and rest. The island is quite far from my home, so I planned to take this opportunity to rest. The phone rang
, and I saw it was my wife calling. I quickly asked the driver to turn off the radio. I asked, "Honey, have you arrived?"

My wife said, "Stop talking nonsense. Who were you talking to for so long? The line was busy the whole time."

I said, "No, let me check. Oh, the call wasn't properly disconnected."

My wife said, "We just arrived. We're going out to play early tomorrow morning, so we're going to sleep now. You stay home and behave yourself."

I said, "Okay, it's fine. I was busy today too, and I'm already tired. I was just waiting for your call before I went to sleep." My

wife said, "Bye, I'm going to sleep."

I said, "Have fun, don't worry about me."

After hanging up, I breathed a sigh of relief. This ticking time bomb had finally been defused. My previously exhausted
body were now refreshed, as if I had just woken up.

When I arrived at the island, it was almost empty. Most of the lights were off, except for the chandeliers
above . I easily found Bingyu and the others. I smiled at them and sat down opposite them.

Bingyu stood up and walked over, scrutinizing me carefully.

I smiled and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

She said, "I'm checking if you're injured."

A warm feeling suddenly welled up inside me, and an inexplicable tenderness arose within me
, prompting me to gently ruffle her hair. She sat down beside me and took my arm. I glanced at Xiao Qiao Zi;
a complex smile played on her lips. Seeing that nothing was ordered on the table except for two complimentary
glasses of water , I asked Xiao Qiao Zi, "Are you hungry? Do you want to order something?"

Xiao Qiao Zi said, "Ask the person next to you."

I felt a little embarrassed and turned to ask Bing Yu. Bing Yu said, "We are a little hungry, but I don't like
the food at Shangdao."

I said, "Then what do you want to eat? Hurry up, or it'll be time for breakfast soon."

Bing Yu looked at Xiao Qiao Zi and said, "Let's go eat hot pot."

Xiao Qiao Zi said, "Okay, I've been wanting to eat hot pot for the past two days."

I looked at my watch and said, "It's almost two o'clock. Where can we eat hot pot?"

Bing

Yu said, "I know one. Just come with me."

When we went out, I wanted to take a taxi, but Bing Yu said, "Don't take a taxi. It's only a ten-minute walk."

I was a little puzzled. There didn't seem to be any hot pot restaurants within a few miles. Although I'm not a gourmand, I eat out
often and my knowledge of all the restaurants in the city is comparable to a GPS. Following the
two women, we wandered around and came to an alley. Even at the entrance, we could hear a commotion inside. Walking in, we found a
row of old houses, their courtyards all connected, creating a large open space with over a dozen tables set up outdoors. It was
packed with young men and women, dressed in very avant-garde fashion, looking like they'd just
come from a disco. Only two tables were empty in the huge courtyard, so we chose a small one.

I called out, "Waiter, waiter, let's order."

Everyone looked at me. Bingyu chuckled softly, saying, "Here, you get your own food and ingredients, and
it's charged per portion."

Then she pulled me up to choose our dishes. The vegetables were washed, chopped, and placed in small plastic baskets of different
sizes and colors to indicate prices—a novel approach, I found. We carried a large stack of baskets to the table
, then went to a long table against the wall to get a pot of all-spicy hot pot broth, set up the gas stove on it, and waited for it
to boil. Bingyu and I sat together, with Xiao Qiaozi sitting opposite us. Bingyu held my arm tightly the whole time, snuggling close
to me, looking very sweet, and occasionally touching my nose and pinching my ear. I looked at Xiao
Qiaozi and felt a little awkward, so I asked her, "Why don't you invite your boyfriend over too?"

She said, "No, it's too late, I don't even know where he went, I never care about him."

At this moment, I thought of an important question and said, "What are your names? I can't keep
calling you by your online names."

Bingyu said, "My name is Ai Jingmin, and Xiao Qiaozi's name is Qiaozi. You can just call her Qiaozi. What's your
name ?"

I said, "You can just call me Uncle."

Bingyu unexpectedly bit my shoulder, quite hard, and I cried out in pain. She glared at me,
pouting, looking angry but also very cute. I couldn't help but put my arm around her waist, really wanting to kiss her,
but I restrained myself due to the situation. I just gently stroked the exposed skin on her waist with my hand. She
rested her head on my shoulder and asked, "What's your name? You're not afraid to tell me, are you?"

I said, "My name is Li Hanqiao."

Qiao Zi said, "We could tell you were born in the 70s just from your name. We didn't believe
it at first."

The pot finally started to boil. We poured in the vegetables that could withstand long cooking times and started cooking.

I asked them what they wanted to drink. Qiao Zi said beer, and Bingyu said she wanted baijiu (Chinese liquor). Qiao Zi said, "Then you guys drink baijiu, and I
'll drink beer." I asked Bingyu, "You can still drink?"

Qiao Zi chimed in, "She can handle baijiu. Who asked you to drink for her tonight? They must have had ulterior motives."

I laughed and said, "I really didn't see that coming."

I called the owner for baijiu, but he said they only had Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). I said, "Then Erguotou it is." When it came, I
saw that it was 56 proof. I asked, "Bingyu, are you sure you can handle this? It's pretty strong."

Bingyu said, "Go ahead, go ahead, drink as much as you want."

I unscrewed the bottle, poured two glasses, and there was still quite a bit left. Qiao Zi said, "Give me the rest."

I poured her a glass too, making it three full glasses. Qiao Zi picked up her glass and said, "Let's celebrate tonight
."

Bingyu asked, "What are we celebrating?"

Qiao Zi said, "Celebrating that our Jingmin has found a husband."

Hearing this, I felt a strange mix of emotions, a bittersweet feeling, guilt, and an inexplicable fear.
It was hard to describe how I felt; it was a complex blend of feelings. I watched Jingmin take a big gulp, then hold her
glass and smile at me, my mind a complete mess. Everything happened so fast, it was hard to process
—I went to a boring party, and unexpectedly, I met a girl so quickly,
even got into a fight over her, and then became her husband. But
I had no intention of taking responsibility for her; all I wanted was to sleep with this beauty. I couldn't spare any time
for her, let alone assume any responsibility. Suddenly, a terrible thought popped into my head. I felt like I'd been
tricked. Holding my glass, I couldn't manage a smile. I forced one, took a sip of wine, and didn't know
what to say.

Honestly, they made me feel completely lost. I realized I had no idea what they were thinking or what their intentions were.

How to put it?

It was like a martial arts tournament on TV, two schools fighting, both using the same style, but each attacking
their own way. I wanted to counter their moves but couldn't.

The word "husband" really hit a nerve—it was both sore, itchy, and painful.

The slices of meat in the pot changed color. I said, "Eat quickly, they won't taste good if they get old."

The two girls suddenly burst into laughter.

I was momentarily confused, and just as I was wondering what was going on, Qiao Zi said, "Our Jingmin just likes older women."

Then I realized they were mocking me for being an old cow trying to eat young grass.

Chapter Seven: Don't Steal My Meat .

Jingmin picked up a slice of meat with her chopsticks and put it in my bowl, then put some in Qiao Zi's bowl. Qiao Zi said with a stern face,
"I knew you were the kind of person who would betray you for a pretty face. You always put food in my bowl first. Now you have a man, right
?"

Jingmin retorted, "He's closer to me, so I just picked it up."

Qiao Zi said, "Forget it, forget it. I know what kind of person you are. You two can toast me together."

I thought to myself, "We're a couple again now," which sounded really awkward. But seeing Jing Min readily raise her glass
and look at me, I had no choice but to raise mine too. The three of us clinked glasses.

I didn't eat anything with my first sip, and the second sip was really unpleasant. I took a small sip. Qiao Zi objected,
saying, "Big brother, are you saving this to raise whales or sharks? Look at us!"

Then she held her glass up to my face.

Seeing that their glasses were only half full, I had to take a big gulp.

Qiao Zi took my glass and carefully compared the alcohol level, saying with some disdain, "With your alcohol tolerance, you're supposed to be drinking
for us?"

Jing Min picked up a piece of dried bean curd and put it in Qiao Zi's bowl, saying, "Eat up, eat up, stop talking nonsense."

Qiao Zi pretended to be angry and said, "I don't eat vegetables, I want meat."

Jing Min said, "Isn't there some in your bowl?"

Qiao Zi said, "I'll keep what's in my bowl, I want what's in yours."

Then she couldn't help but laugh, and Jing Min laughed too. Seeing the two of them laughing so hard,
I didn't understand, so I just followed along with a forced smile and lowered my head to eat.

Jing Min said, "You eat meat every day, have pity on me, don't steal mine."

Qiao Zi said, "No way, what's in your bowl is old, it's chewy."

Then the two of them burst into laughter again, and Jing Min laughed so hard that she squatted on the ground clutching her stomach, pointing at Qiao Zi and saying, "You
pervert!"

Only then did I suddenly realize what they were talking about.

They finally stopped laughing and started focusing on eating. The two girls took turns drinking with me, and
a bottle baijiu was quickly finished. Feeling quite tipsy, we didn't want to spoil the fun, so we asked the owner for another bottle.

Jingmin asked me about the fight that night, and I explained the situation in detail. They asked me in surprise,
"You have a gun?"

I said it wasn't mine; it was brought by my second brother and his gang. Qiaozi asked with admiration, "Does that second brother
look a lot like Xiang Huaqiang? He must be very handsome."

I said, "No, he's chubby and not very tall. I'll introduce you to him sometime."

Qiaozi said, "Okay, okay," and then held up two fingers and pointed at Jingmin, "If you're a dragon, you coil up; if you're a
tiger, you lie down..."

Jingmin glanced at her and said, "You're crazy."

I suddenly felt a bit disgusted with Qiaozi. In fact, I felt a bit disgusted with all people who blindly worship evil, just like I felt
when I saw those thugs.

A side note: Nowadays, children generally have very privileged living conditions; they get whatever they want from their families.
Unlike when we were in junior high school, when the reform and opening up had just yielded results, some nouveau riche kids in school liked to show off and flaunt their wealth,
often attracting a group of students from ordinary families with poor grades to lure outside thugs to lie in wait outside the school.

My family was relatively well-off at the time because we ran a small commodity wholesale business
,
and our clothes were better than other kids'. However, because we lived in the old city area, I knew all the gang that frequently robbed people near the school (my second brother was also from our area, but he was six years older than me and never played with me;
I only gradually became acquainted with him after I started working). Not only was I never robbed, but I even foolishly followed them
to rob another school once. In the end, I got a pair of Warrior brand sneakers, but they were too big, and I didn't dare take them home,
so I just threw them in a roadside garbage dump on my way home.

Later, someone found out about this incident. Although I didn't participate in the robbery, my involvement inevitably
resulted in a warning from the school, my parents being notified, and a severe beating from my father when I got home.

After the beating, my father said earnestly, "I understand the situation you're in, but you're
different from others. We'll buy you whatever you want; you don't need to rob anyone. If you get arrested, your life is
over, and we'll have no hope left."

His words deeply moved me. From then on, I focused on my studies and never caused
any .

Later, because of this incident, my father bought a house in the new district, and the whole family moved there. I also transferred schools.

Gradually, I drifted away from my former friends. Later, I heard that after a crackdown,
several of my former friends and classmates were expelled. One child I was particularly close to was sent to
a juvenile detention center . I visited him; he was filled with regret and tears. Seeing his bruised scalp was truly shocking.

So tonight's events and Qiao Zi reminded me of my past experiences. The "Young and Dangerous"
movies which depict a generation of people, continue to influence those born in the 90s. While I don't deny
that the movies are very entertaining and captivating—I still get excited watching them when they're replayed on TV—
for those of us from the 70s, we just enjoy them as a commercial film and appreciate the exciting plot. Anyway

, I digress. Hehe.

Chapter Eight Impulsive

I picked up my glass and took a sip with Qiao Zi, then asked her, "Do you think gangsters are really cool?"

Seeing my serious expression, she looked a little embarrassed and said, "No, I think these people are very
loyal and responsible."

I said, "Qiao Zi, you're wrong. Do you know what happened to Second Brother?"

She didn't answer, so I said, "Second Brother spent five years in jail. When he came out, he didn't even recognize his own home.

He was convicted of serious assault resulting in disability. He went to jail taking the blame for someone else. You
've probably all heard of that person now; his name is Xiong Biao."

Jing Min exclaimed, "I know. He's in real estate and drives a gray Land Rover."

I nodded and continued, "He used to be Second Brother's best brother..." Xiong Biao's family only has one son,
and his second brother is one of three. So his family went to his second brother and asked him to take the blame. Now, his second brother appears to be a
construction contractor, but in reality, he works for Xiong Biao, helping to protect the projects from interference. This
is completely different from what Xiong Biao's family said before. They said that if his second brother took the blame, whatever Xiong Biao achieved
in the future , his second brother would inherit half of it. Now, his second brother seems to be doing well on the surface, with a house and a car
, but none of it is his."

Qiao Zi said somewhat awkwardly, "That's what people of your generation do; they all like to play dirty tricks."

I laughed and said, "What about that black-headed guy I fought with today? I hadn't even hit him before he betrayed the people who helped him
."

She didn't speak, her face gloomy. Jing Min saw that Qiao Zi was unhappy and kicked me from below, which woke me up.
Realizing what I was doing, I thought, "Why did I say that?"

I quickly raised my glass to Qiao Zi and said, "Brother's had a bit too much to drink today, don't take it to heart,
sister . I'll finish this first."

Qiao Zi forced a smile and said, "It's okay, brother. I like what you said, it's all true, I've taken
it all to heart ."

Then she finished the rest of her drink with me.

The atmosphere became awkward, and Qiao Zi fell silent.

Jing Min tried to smooth things over, suggesting I sit next to Qiao Zi and apologize to her. I sat down, and then Jing Min and I
took turns drinking with Qiao Zi. The second bottle of Erguotou was quickly finished.

There was still a lot of food left in the pot, but we were almost full, so we let the pot simmer. We called the owner for six more bottles
of beer , and Jing Min tactfully steered the conversation back to beer, gradually making the atmosphere lively again.

I started chatting with them about all sorts of random things, telling some dirty jokes, which made them laugh out loud. Later,
as everyone left, the atmosphere grew colder, leaving only the three of us, casually urging each other
to drink . I glanced under the table; there were still two bottles of beer left. I said, "Let's finish them."

They all agreed. I staggered to reach the beer under the table but lost my balance and fell to the floor.
My consciousness began to blur, and in my hazy state, Qiao Zi pulled me up.

We ultimately failed to finish the drinks; after drinking half a bottle, Qiao Zi slumped onto the table.

Jing Min was also dazed, propping her head up with her hand and looking at me. I swayed as I stood up and sat next to Jing Min. I
brought my lips close to hers; she closed her eyes, and we kissed passionately.

I felt my impulse and erection. I slipped my hand under her t-shirt, but she grabbed me tightly,
saying, "Someone's watching."

My eyes glazed over as I looked around. The owner and a few employees were scrambling to clear the table. Jingmin
said, "Let's go."

I swayed as I stood up and shook Qiao Zi. She impatiently shook my hand off, muttering
something unintelligible.

I said, "Jingmin, can you walk by yourself?"

Jingmin said, "Yes."

I pulled Qiao Zi up with a jerk.

She slumped down like a noodle, so I had to hold her tightly with my arms and drag her out, while Jingmin
supported her from the other side.

Once we were out of the alley, I put Qiao Zi on the curb and said, "I'll go hail a taxi. You
hold her."

Then I walked onto the main street. Because we were on a relatively secluded side street, taxis rarely
came here during the day, so I had to run to the main street to flag one down. It was already 3:40 AM, and there wasn't a single
car . I felt incredibly exhausted, both physically and mentally, but I still managed to maintain a sliver of consciousness.

There wasn't a soul in sight on the street. I strained my eyes to look at both sides of the road, but not a single car
headlight
was in sight. Just as I was worrying, I suddenly saw a tricycle emerge from around the corner. An old man was pedaling it, and the tricycle was piled with tables and chairs, apparently for making breakfast.

I quickly called out to him, "Grandpa, could you please ride up ahead and see if there's a taxi to call
one ?"

I took out ten yuan to give him, but he refused, saying, "I'll call one for you when I see one."

The old man rode off, but soon I finally saw a car approaching from a distance, getting closer and
closer—it was indeed a taxi.

Chapter Nine: Drunk

I quickly told him to stop, and I got on and asked him to drive to the alley entrance. I saw Qiao Zi with her head buried between her legs,
a pile of filth on the ground—she looked like she had vomited. Jing Min was holding Qiao Zi, seemingly asleep.

I got off the tricycle and patted Jing Min, who looked up at me blankly.

I pulled her up and let her get in the car first. Then I grabbed Qiao Zi and dragged her to the side of the car, while Jing Min pulled Qiao Zi
inside .

Once we were in the car, I breathed a sigh of relief and asked Jing Min, "Where are we going?"

Jing Min looked exhausted too and said, "Anywhere."

I told the driver, "To that newly opened hotel nearby."

When we arrived at the hotel, I didn't let them get out. I told the driver to wait a moment while I went in
to check if there were any rooms available (although this isn't a tourist city, hotels are always fully booked
; after 8 pm, almost all hotels are full). I went to the front desk and saw the cashier asleep at
the table. I gasped when I saw the red numbers on the price tag—a standard room was 688!
I considered leaving, but thinking of the two drunkards in the car, and knowing that other places might not have rooms available either, I gritted my teeth and woke the cashier as dawn
broke . She said sleepily, "The standard rooms and single rooms are all sold out,
only deluxe standard rooms are available."

I glanced at the price tag again, 888 yuan, and started to have second thoughts.

Unexpectedly, the receptionist said, "We're having a 50% discount for our opening promotion. The deluxe room is 450 yuan, and you can
stay from 4 pm until noon the day after tomorrow. It's not 4 pm yet, so I'll charge you 4 pm."

I was overjoyed. I said, "Can I pay by card?"

She said, "Yes."

I took out my bank card to pay the deposit and got the room key and receipt.

After paying the car fare, it took me a while to get Qiao Zi out of the car. I helped her into the elevator, and
Jing Min couldn't hold on any longer either, dozing off while clinging to my arm.

I looked at the security camera above the elevator and smiled bitterly. If anyone saw this, they would definitely envy me for having two beautiful women on either side of me
, but who could understand that my only thought at that moment was to get to the room and collapse onto the bed. The elevator stopped on the ninth floor
, and the three of us staggered around like defeated soldiers, searching for our room. This hotel was huge, and it took us a long time to find it
by following the signs.

I made Jingmin open the door, then mustered my last bit of strength to drag Qiao Zi into the room and throw her onto the bed,
feeling a sharp pain in my back and waist.

Turning back to Jingmin, I saw her sprawled across the other bed, her bag still slung over her arm,
fast asleep.

I sighed, took the bag off her arm and placed it on the sofa, then took off both of their shoes.

I was covered in sweat, and the beer I'd spilled on me earlier gave off a sour smell, so I forced myself to go to
the bathroom to shower. Turning on the light, I realized the bathroom was only separated from the outside by frosted glass—
the kind that's very transparent. You could vaguely see out from inside, and vice versa.
While you couldn't see the details clearly, you could see everything you needed to see.

I felt unsafe being naked, even though they were all asleep and wouldn't wake up for a while,
I still felt a little nervous. I quickly showered, feeling much more refreshed, then lathered my shirt with
soap and went outside wearing only my underwear.

I turned the air conditioner to dehumidify and spread my clothes on the chair under it. I rummaged through my pockets and
only found an empty cigarette pack, so I threw it away. I saw a pack of cigarettes on the shelf in the corner, picked it up and looked at
the price tag . Cigarettes that sell for 20 yuan a pack outside were 30 yuan here. I hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted my teeth and tore it open.
I walked to Jingmin's bedside; she hadn't changed position at all, probably because she was exhausted.

I pulled her legs to straighten her body, but kept her in a prone position (I often get drunk
, so I know that drunk people feel uncomfortable sleeping face up). Then I took two
blankets covered them both. Finally, I gently lay down beside her, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and
heard the two girls snoring softly.

After finishing my cigarette, I turned off all the lights, plunging the room into darkness, but a sliver of
light . Dawn was approaching. I checked my phone; it was almost five o'clock.

I lay down on my side, placing my hand on Jingmin's shoulder and gently stroking it through her sleeve. Her face was turned away from me
, so I moved my hand to her neck, gently caressing her soft skin.

After touching her for a while, I slipped my hand under her clothes and stroked her back. My fingertips felt a warm,
delicate touch. I touched her bra clasp, hesitated, but didn't unhook it. My excitement was indescribable. I
greedily reached for her breasts, caressing the soft flesh bulging from her sides as she lay prone. Although her position prevented
me from getting the upper hand, I was already incredibly aroused.

Chapter Ten: The Gentleman.

I pulled my hand out and slipped it into her jeans. The waistband was tight; I could only fit four fingers inside.
I felt a thin strap, and further down, I touched the skin of her buttocks. This surprised me greatly.
Although the room was dark, my mind was as bright as day. My fingers, instead of my eyes, observed
everything about her buttocks. My fingers laboriously moved back and forth inside, touching the cleft of her buttocks, where another
thin strap led to the depths I longed for.

She was wearing a thong! My head was buzzing with blood rushing to my head. I sat up and tried to
turn her body a little to make it easier to unbutton her jeans, but she grumbled impatiently, so I
gave up .

My fingers continued to stroke her buttocks, but Jingmin remained motionless, which bored me
. I've always believed that sex should be a complete experience when both parties are eager for passion, which is
why I never take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state and dislike prostitution.

One-sided release is just release; it doesn't provide any spiritual enjoyment. I'm someone who values sensory
stimulation , and at this moment, Jingmin was like an inflatable doll.

I thought to myself, I'll wait until she wakes up before doing anything else, and I put my arm around her shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

I was awakened by thirst.

When I first woke up, my mind was a mess. In the hazy state, I felt like I had a dream, the content of which I
completely forgot when I was fully awake. I only remembered that it was chaotic and uncomfortable,
so I felt unusually depressed when I got up.

The room was still dimly lit. Jingmin and Qiaozi were still fast asleep. I grabbed a bottle of cola from the shelf,
unscrewed gulped down more than half of it. Only then did my thirst subside slightly, and a chill ran through my stomach. I burped, but this triggered
a wave of nausea. I used all my willpower to force the gushing liquid back down my throat, but it
kept surging upwards in waves. My insides churned, I broke out in a cold sweat, and tears streamed down my face.

I finally collapsed completely, rushed to the toilet, and collapsed onto the toilet bowl, gushing out like a raging torrent. It
gave me no chance to catch my breath, gushing all at once. I was vomiting so hard I could barely breathe and almost went into shock.

The flood finally subsided. I wiped away my tears, weakly gripping the toilet seat, gasping for breath. Then I simply
sat the floor and rested for a while. Only when I felt it had completely subsided did I stand up, flush the toilet,
rinse my mouth, and stagger to the bed to lie down.

Despite the commotion, Jingmin remained motionless, which suddenly made me nervous. I reached out and
touched her neck, feeling the pulse in her veins, which reassured me (I was genuinely worried about alcohol poisoning). As I touched her
, I felt a slight ache in my knuckles, probably from hitting
some bone in those two children yesterday. I clenched my fist; it hurt a little, but nothing serious.

I checked my phone and was surprised to find it was only a little past eight. I had only slept for a little over three hours,
but it felt like a long time. I checked the date again; yes, it was still Sunday. I hadn't slept a whole day.

I lay back down, hoping to sleep a little longer, but the thought of my wife calling home to check up on me
kept me awake.

I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, so I sat up, turned on my phone, and leaned against the headboard to read Dan Brown's
novel.

Just as I was engrossed, the person next to me moved.

I turned my head and saw Jingmin had rolled over, facing me, and placed her arm on my stomach.

I thought she was awake, so I leaned closer to look, but all I heard was her even breathing.

I sighed and went back to my novel.

This time, I couldn't concentrate at all. Half of her body was outside the covers, and her
breasts, which I had been longing for all night, were pressed against my thighs, brushing against me with her breath, giving
me a firm and elastic sensation that was incredibly arousing.

My brain and lower body were both engorged with blood, feeling painfully swollen. I slipped my hand inside my underwear and pulled it all the way up, making it
fully erect, then put down my phone and crawled into bed.

Because the gap between us was too close, I could only touch her breasts in an awkward and uncomfortable position.
One of my hands was pinned down, while the other hand gently caressed around one of her breasts through her t-shirt.
I could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra with thick padding, but rather a thin fabric. I
could even feel the small, barely noticeable protrusion at the tip of her nipple. I gently tapped that protrusion with my fingertips, feeling
it grow larger.

At that moment, Jingmin let out a sigh-like groan. I looked at her nervously, but she didn't open her eyes;
instead, she put her hands on my neck and hugged me.

Chapter Eleven: The Transparent Bathroom.

This action thoroughly aroused me; my heart pounded. I took a deep breath and reached into her
t-shirt, pulling it up as high as I could. I finally had close contact with those
breasts that I had been dreaming of. My fingers told me she was wearing a triangular silk bra, supporting the central
area but not covering the entire chest. I didn't put my hand directly inside the bra, but simply
rubbed and kneaded it back and forth through the thin fabric. The skin exposed outside the bra was delicate and soft, yet felt
firm and tight when I touched it.

Jingmin must have woken up; her arm around my neck stiffened
and .

After a while, I reached for the buttons on her jeans. She suddenly opened her eyes, pulled her
hand away from my neck, and tightly grabbed the hand I was using to unbutton them.

I tried to break free, and she whispered, "No."

It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head; my desire quickly subsided.

I looked at her, somewhat bewildered, unsure what to do. She said, "My head hurts so much, can you rub it for me?"

I reached out and gently pressed her temples, and she closed her eyes in enjoyment.

After a while, she asked, "Do you have any water?"

I said yes, then got up and got her a bottle of green tea. She took a few sips and handed it to me.

Then she nestled her head in my arm, and I let her rest her head on my arm. I hugged her and stroked her
hair.

She looked up at me, smiled, and pinched my nose.

I started to get restless again. I put my hand on her waist and gently scratched it with my fingernail. She giggled and
bit my shoulder, but not hard.

I tried to unbutton her clothes, but she stopped me again, saying, "No."

This time I was truly confused.

She looked at me and smiled, revealing a set of very neat, white teeth.

She said, "Wait a minute, let me rest a little longer, I haven't showered yet."

Although she said she was resting, we actually didn't stop for a while. We were making love in bed, and what struck me as odd
was that no matter how I touched her breasts, she didn't resist or refuse, and would occasionally let out alluring moans.
When I thought she was aroused and tried to unbutton her jeans, she wouldn't budge.

We struggled for a while, but to no avail, so I gave up and lay there quietly, holding her. I had no idea what she
was thinking, but a thought kept running through my mind—forcing myself might work, but it would take away
a lot of the fun. So I decided to wait. After a while, Jingmin asked me, "Is there hot water? I want to
take a shower ."

I said, "There should be, should I go check?"

She said, "No need, I'll go myself."

Then she sat up and leaned over to look at Qiao Zi on the other bed.

Qiao Zi remained lying motionless. She whispered to me, "Has Qiao Zi woken up?"

I said, "It seems not."

She got out of bed, walked to Qiao Zi's bedside, and examined her carefully. Then she ran back and said, "Never mind
, I'll shower by myself. If you need to use the bathroom, go now. Don't make excuses to peek at me later."

I said, "How could I?" She gave me a disdainful look and turned to walk towards the bathroom. As soon as she turned on the light,
I heard her exclaim, "Ah!" Then she ran out again, peered into the large glass window of the bathroom,
and turned back to ask me, "Why is this bathroom like this?"

I said, "I don't know either. I only noticed it yesterday when I was showering."

She went back in, turned off the light, came out again to look inside, seemed satisfied, and went back in.

Then I heard the sound of running water. I was burning with desire outside. I opened my eyes wide, wanting to see clearly
what was happening inside, but the only sliver of light in the room only allowed me to vaguely see what was happening inside.
The bathroom was pitch black. I could only lie in bed imagining what she looked like showering, wondering if she would
come out wrapped in a towel. After a while, the bathroom door opened, and she came out, fully dressed. I was utterly
disappointed. If she had come out wrapped in a towel, it would have meant there was still a chance, but now it seemed all my efforts of the night had been
in vain .

She walked to the bed and sat down, rubbing her hair with a towel. I looked at her intently; she had washed off
her heavy makeup , and her face was fresh and beautiful. I stared at her, somewhat stunned, and for a moment, I didn't know what to say. I put my arm around
her waist, and she leaned against my shoulder. The warmth emanating from her body and the fresh scent of her shower gel overwhelmed me
. I gently lifted one of her legs onto the bed, and she obediently placed her leg on the bed. I supported her back, laid her
flat, rolled over, and pressed myself against her, then kissed her. I began to caress her again, from her back to her chest, but
I lost the courage to continue unbuttoning her clothes.

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