[Semen Spots] (Continued from 3.3-3.5) Author: Jianming (The Immortal Rabbit)

Author: Jianming (Immortal Rabbit)
Word Count: 4780

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(Continued from 3.3)

"Jianming, Jianming, wake up." My mother-in-law patted my shoulder, and I finally woke up from my sleep.
It turned out that the designated driver didn't know how to get to the residential area. I glanced back at Li Tong, who was still asleep,
so I paid the designated driver and asked him to leave, then drove in myself. My mother-in-law was marveling at how deeply the internet
had , but she was also worried that personal information security would not be guaranteed. I
chatted with her intermittently, and when I drove home, I found that the car of the neighbor across the street was blocking my garage
door. A black Audi A6, its boring rear end facing me.

I got out of the car and took a look. The interior was very simple, so it was probably driven by a chauffeur. A
suit jacket was hanging on the back seat, and the plastic cover from the dry cleaner hadn't been removed yet, further indicating that the owner didn't come home often. I walked around to the front of the car
. A sign on the dashboard, with the Arabic numerals 023 in cursive script, caught my eye. I couldn't help but
smile slightly; it seemed my earlier judgment was correct—the car owner was indeed a government employee. It was late afternoon.
I looked up at the window of the house across the street; the lights were on. I went to their door and rang the doorbell .

"Who is it?" came a middle-aged man's voice.

"Hello, I'm from across the street. Your car is blocking my garage door," I said.
He and immediately hung up. I looked around their yard again. The lawn was neatly mowed; it was clear
the woman of the house took great care of it.

A short while later, the door opened. This was the first time I'd met the man of the house. He was around 40 years old,
about 175cm tall, with a receding hairline, indicating excessive smoking and drinking, and a lack of
attention to his appearance. He didn't make eye contact with me, his gaze only briefly sweeping across my face before he lowered his head and
walked away , muttering, "Sorry, the driver parked there, I'll move it right away."

I followed him out of their yard, and as he took out his keys, he made small talk with me: "You live across the street,
right?"

"Yes, I moved in last July."

"Oh, I moved in this past Spring Festival. I don't think I see you often."

"Yes, my job is a bit unusual, I often work irregular hours."

"Oh? May I ask what you do...?" He suddenly turned to look at me, as if I had touched on
a topic that interested him.

"Haha, what do I look like to do?" I deliberately kept him in suspense, wanting to know what he was thinking.

"Not a cop, are you? Hahahaha." He laughed, revealing a set of large yellow teeth, his eyes gleaming with interest
.

"Wow! I don't have the ability to do that, I trade futures."

"Oh, no wonder." The interest in his eyes faded, he got into his car, moved it, but then parked it in front of
their garage door. Just as I was about to return to my car, he stuck his head out again and said to me, "My surname is Huang. Next time
the driver parks haphazardly, just tell him I'm the one."

"Thank you, Brother Huang, it's no trouble at all." I waved and returned to my car.

Li Tong was already awake and chatting with her mother. Seeing me return, she asked me what happened. I briefly
explained and parked my car back in the garage. In the rearview mirror, I saw Mr. Huang from across the street standing in front of my car smoking.

"Are you familiar with the family across the street?" I asked Li Tong.

"Not really. I see the woman more often, but I see the man about once a week."

"They're from the government."

"Oh? How did you know?"

"Just a guess."

I said casually, glancing back at Li Tong. She was truly a captivating lady.

(3.4)

When the Christmas tree Li Tong ordered online arrived at my home, I realized it was already Christmas Eve.
In the days , I had been handling the company's year-end affairs. The closer it got to the end of the year, the
fewer work-related emails I received in my inbox, and the more greetings I received. The past year was neither particularly good nor bad. My company
did make a lot of money, but because it was in its initial stage, various unplanned expenses took up the majority of the profits, so it
didn't add up to much more than when I was working for someone else. In our line of work, what we earn is always the expectation of the future. The
lesson I've learned from so many years of work is that you should approach
seemingly .

The same applies to family matters. Since learning that Li Tong was pregnant and Zhou Jiayi disappeared in Beijing, my
life felt like it had undergone a coup. The old system collapsed, and overnight I transitioned to a new one. I
spent significantly more time at home, and my daily routine became as regular as a primary school student's. Early rise, breakfast, work, lunch,
rest, work, off work, home, eat, sleep—no glitz and glamour, no extraneous details, no sex
life, not even sexual fantasies.

"The essence of love is castration," I thought of this as the lights of Beijing came on. My car happened to
pass by Zhou Jiayi's clinic; the lights were on at the entrance, and a Christmas tree, twinkling, had been placed in the garage. Zhou
Jiayi's image flashed before my eyes again, without exception, just
as . Her eyes were closed, enjoying each thrust, a melancholy smile playing on her lips.
I'd thought about why Zhou Jiayi had suddenly disappeared for a long time, and each time a particular idiom would come to mind—"starting with passion,
ending with abandonment." But the difference was, I didn't feel like Zhang Sheng from "The Story of Yingying"; instead,
I felt more like Cui Yingying, that pitiful woman who toiled away in her studies. Zhou Jiayi could have easily ended
every climax and passion we shared with a simple, "I know we were happy together, but I still don't want to interfere in your life."
I suspect she might even say that in Cantonese.

I bought some Christmas gifts at Shin Kong Mitsukoshi, including, almost impulsively,
a gift for Zhou Jiayi—a Prada scarf. While waiting to pack it, I saw a small shop selling trendy tech products nearby
. Wandering around, I spotted a telescope in a corner. Thinking back to my elementary school
days, when the school organized a trip to the Beijing Planetarium, and we saw the ethereal images of the universe in the planetarium,
almost the entire class exclaimed "Wow!" I felt like I was the only one who uttered a sigh.
The sigh of regret was remembered by my then-deskmate, Zheng Xiaodan, who even complained about me to the teacher,
claiming that Jianming didn't love science at all. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but laugh. I asked the shop assistant to pack up
the . My thought at the time was that perhaps in a few years, I could take my child to
the outskirts of Beijing to stargaze.

Leaving the Shin Kong Mitsukoshi parking lot, I was in a daze. Until I drove back to Zhou Jiayi
's clinic, I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Only when I got out of the car
and took the gift I had prepared for her
from
the trunk took the key from under a bare flowerpot and went inside.

Zhou Jiayi's clinic had a distinctive Greek aromatherapy scent. I sat on the waiting sofa in the reception area
for a while, noticing what seemed to be their work log on the desk. I flipped through it casually, and sure enough
, there were no records of her from December 6th until now. I closed the logbook, went into Zhou Jiayi's office, and turned on
the light. The light was dim; I had once joked that the lighting in her clinic was aphrodisiac. I half-reclined on her sofa, staring at
the ceiling , hoping my phone would ring immediately, or that the clinic door would simply open, and Zhou Jiayi
would appear before me, reeking of her unique perfume, so we could have a passionate encounter right there in the clinic.

I vaguely dreamt that I was having a picnic with Zhou Jiayi on a grassy field, lying
under a large peach tree. The scenery was beautiful; we could see a village in the distance. It must have been the transition from spring to summer; peach blossoms
occasionally drifted down onto our tablecloth. Zhou Jiayi was wearing a light blue sleeveless suit,
the sash of the top hanging from the back of her neck. She turned to look at me and said in Cantonese, "It's so hot, summer's almost here
." Then, she untied the sash, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts falling down. She skillfully pulled off her skirt
, put on sunglasses, and half-reclined beside me. I smiled at her, dipped my finger in honey
, and put it in her mouth. Zhou Jiayi's tongue wrapped around my index finger, then she pulled my hand down, pressing it
against her mons pubis. My fingertips touched her clitoris and pubic hair,
and I could feel her vagina was already a little wet. Zhou Jiayi sighed as usual, then closed her eyes and began to enjoy it.

I lay down on my side, and Zhou Jiayi spread her legs. I saw amber liquid flowing from her vaginal opening
. I licked it and told her it was honey. Zhou Jiayi laughed and pressed my head
between . I sucked hard on the honey flowing from her vagina, listening to Zhou Jiayi's honey-like moans in my ear
.

"If I can be licked like this before I die, I probably won't regret this life," Zhou Jiayi said.
My face was buried between her legs, and I couldn't make a sound. Then I heard her start to laugh loudly:
"Lick my pussy well, rub my clitoris with the tip of your nose, stick your tongue in, stir my flesh walls with your thyroid and
tonsils , you have to hold my hand, otherwise I will turn into a petal and be blown away by the wind,
lick gently, gently, like eating a snowman ice cream, you can't bite off its cap all at once..." Gradually, Zhou
Jiayi's voice became mixed and softer. Everything went black before my eyes, but I felt
a warmth on my cheek that I had never felt before. I turned my head and saw light shining through a thin slit. Oh my god, I was inside Zhou Jiayi's vagina
, and her vagina was gently undulating. I was enveloped by warm, soft flesh, and slowly I
became sleepy. So I leaned against her vaginal walls, listening to Zhou Jiayi's soft moans outside, and drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, I heard her voice and other people's voices outside. Listening carefully, I realized it was Li Tong. Li Tong
questioned Zhou Jiayi about where she had hidden me. Zhou Jiayi said she hadn't seen me, but Li Tong said my car was parked
nearby , so I must be with her. Then I heard the sound of the two of them fighting. I desperately tried
to get out of Zhou Jiayi's vagina, but the vaginal walls were too soft. I stumbled and struggled to move forward. I
finally crawled to the entrance, but Zhou Jiayi rolled over, and I slid back in. I heard Li Tong crying, and I was so anxious that I
broke out in a cold sweat. The sweat mixed with the vaginal fluid from Zhou Jiayi's vagina. I felt a force pushing me
deeper into her vagina, and I became a little scared. I tried my best to crawl towards the vaginal opening, but the surroundings were soft and I
had no foothold. I could only watch my body slowly slide deeper into her vagina...

I screamed, and my whole body shuddered. I actually woke up. It turned out that I was on Zhou Jiayi's sofa, almost
sliding to the floor. I woke up, flopped onto the sink, drank several mouthfuls of water, and washed my face
. I finally came to my senses. I glanced at the time; more than an hour had passed. I sighed, placed
the gift for Zhou Jiayi on her desk, left a note, and left.

I drove home in a semi-conscious state. It was already past midnight. There weren't many cars on the airport expressway.
I rolled down the passenger window, and a cold draft immediately filled the entire space. The bizarre dream from earlier
kept replaying in my mind . I knew what it meant; I was completely infatuated with Zhou Jiayi.
As I exited the highway, I patted my face, not wanting Li Tong to see me so distraught.
Less than a kilometer from my apartment complex, I saw a white Mercedes parked on the side of the road with its hazard lights flashing. Driving closer
, I recognized it as the Mercedes of Mrs. Huang, the woman from across the street. I looked around; no one was there,
not . The Mercedes' bright red taillights were flashing. A bad feeling washed over me. I pulled
over about 20 meters away, grabbed my phone, and got out.

The news a few days ago had repeatedly reported on a robbery gang in Hebei that preyed on young women, tricking them into parking at highway
exits so several young men could rush out and rob them. Thinking of this, I took my self-
defense and, less than 5 meters from the GLK, shouted, "Is anyone there?"
There was no answer. I swung the baton, leaned against the window, and looked inside. A woman was slumped over the steering wheel
. I knocked on the window, but still no answer. I pulled on the driver's side door, and it opened. A strong smell of alcohol hit me.
Mr. Huang's wife from across the hall was slumped over the steering wheel. I couldn't tell if she was drunk or what, so I
quickly pulled out my

phone and called the police. Just as I hung up, I heard her cough. I shone my phone on her, and the woman looked up, her face deathly pale.
She slapped my phone away and said, "I'm fine, why are you calling the police?"

(3.5)

In the following time, I hurriedly returned to my car, took out bottled water and tissues from the trunk,
and rushed over. I saw her holding the phone, half-drunk and half-awake, saying, "Well, it's okay now. Tell
them don't need to come." Then she took the bottled water from my hand, rinsed her mouth, took a couple of sips, turned
to look at me, and said, "You're Mr. Jian from across the hall, right?" I nodded, and she smiled and said, "The bureau had
a celebration banquet , so there were a few extras." She glanced at the spot under her steering wheel, where she must have vomited when she was not sober
, shook her head, and was about to get out of the car. I quickly helped her up, and she looked at me gratefully and
said, "I'm so sorry, I made a fool of myself."

"It's alright, it's alright," I quickly said, "So, what's next? Should I call your husband and have him come pick
you up?"

"No need, I don't know what he's doing right now." She got out of the car, closed the door, and I then noticed that
she was only wearing a shirt, so I put my jacket on her.

"Let me take you home. Is it alright if I leave the car here?" I said, helping her to my car.

"Okay, it's fine," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

For the last kilometer, I drove slowly. As we approached the gate of the residential area, she sobered up a bit, took
a couple of sips of water, and asked me to stop.

"Are you feeling unwell?" I asked.

"No. May I ask your name...?"

"Simple and straightforward."

"That's good. I know your wife quite well. She's a dance teacher, right?"

"Yes."

"You moved in last July, right?" "

Yes."

"Your wife is pregnant, isn't she?"

"Yes, oh, I mean..." "

Huh?"

"May I ask who you are...?" "

Lu Lu, Lu You's surname, and also the name of a deer among green cliffs. I work at the Municipal Bureau."

"The Municipal Administration for Industry and Commerce?"

"No, the Public Security Bureau."

I then realized that even when she was drunk, there was an inexplicable sharpness in her eyes.

"South District, Building 27," she said, then suddenly laughed, like a young girl: "Did I scare
you?"

"No, I think you're very friendly," I said, continuing to start the car.

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