[Hate for the Traitor] Author: Cheng Rengu

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Two years ago, I broke up with my girlfriend.

She said I hadn't made any progress. Honestly, working as an interior designer in a shopping mall in Sha Tin, even though I was
the boss, my monthly income was only a little over HK$20,000. After paying the mortgage and car loan, there was hardly anything left. There were also one or two months
of off-season each year, and sometimes I wouldn't have any customers for days. I was only thirty-one years old, and I really didn't know how long I could endure that.

My girlfriend was an accountant; she worked at a subsidiary of Wharf Holdings. We met in college. She admired me a lot
back then . Studying design in my youth was very cool, and even though she was an 8 out of 10 beauty, she was the one who
pursued me.

That was all ten years ago. Time and life always wear everything down. In the end, we argued
almost every day. She said my apartment in "City One" was too small, and living in Sha Tin was too far away, making it inconvenient for her and
her friends who lived on Hong Kong Island to go out for drinks at night… and so on. We both knew these were just excuses. She didn't contribute to my mortgage;
it's quite an achievement for me to afford a house on my own in Hong Kong these days,
and .

I remember the day we broke up, it was two years ago, the eve of Valentine's Day. It was a Thursday, and she took half a day off
to go home early, while I had to watch the shop. She didn't come to the shop to see me; she went home alone first. Around 8 PM, she called to
ask if I was home.

When I got home, she had already cooked noodles for me. I didn't pay much attention to the arrangement of things in the living room at that moment, but she
insisted that I sit down and eat first.

"Eat quickly, or the noodles will get soggy," Diane said. Yes, my girlfriend's name is Diane
.

I looked across the table but didn't see her portion, so I asked, "Oh? What about yours?!"

She shook her head, but seeing that she was still wearing her street clothes, I felt something was off. She said again, "Hmm~ I've already eaten
. You go ahead and eat, I have something to tell you."

We've been dating for ten years, and that "I have something to say" expression on her face never means anything good. I asked anxiously:
"It's alright, let me eat while you talk."

She sat down, tucked her long hair behind her ear, and said, "Jack, we've been together for ten years,
are you happy?!"

Hearing this, I put down my chopsticks and said, "Why are you asking that? Are you... okay?!"

She forced a smile and said, "Answer me first."

I thought for a moment and answered, "Yes, I'm happy. Living with you is great, I love you very much!"

She seemed a little taken aback, thought for a moment, and then said, "Really? We often argue, how can you
be happy? Think about it again before you answer."

I ignored her and said, "Thinking about it again won't change anything, I'm very happy, so you might as well say what you think."

She then nodded and said, "So you also agree that we have different ideas? We have disagreements, don't we?"

This logic was a bit unfounded, unlike what she usually said; it was clearly something someone had taught her to say. I
said, "It's normal for two people to have different opinions. The most important thing is whether you still love each other. I love you so much
, Diane!"

She thought for a while and then said, "You say you love me, but when two people are together, love alone isn't enough, is it?!"

I replied, "Besides love, what else do we need?"

Diane said, "Goals? Ideals? If you don't have dreams, what's the difference between you and a salted fish?"

This line! Her sister taught her that. She often says this line from Stephen Chow. It seems that all her
words are prepared in advance. I said, "What did Celia say to you this time? Why is that person always
stirring up trouble! Don't listen to her, we're perfectly fine, aren't we?"

Caught off guard, her face turned red, and she said, "This...this has nothing to do with her, she...she didn't
say anything . Please don't always talk badly about her, okay? She's my only sister!"

I nodded and said, "Don't keep saying that. You only have one sister, but you have two
older brothers and a younger sister. Don't make it sound so pitiful. Your parents are doing well in Sheung Wan!

" Shaking her head, a little angry, she said, "Where have you taken this again? You're always like this, I
really ... I've really had enough!!! I originally wanted to break up with you peacefully, and look, we're
arguing again!"

Although I had guessed what was going on, I was still startled and said, "Break up?! Why would we break up when everything's fine?!
You!!"

She waved her hand in front of her and said, "Don't get agitated... How could we be fine... I've
wanted to say this for a long time... You have no idea how many chances I've given you..."

I asked, "What?! What did you mean?" "When did you ever tell me you wanted to break up?!"

she replied. "Even though I didn't say that, don't you know I'm unhappy?! Haven't I told
you many times to change jobs?! I told you to ask my older brother for help, did you listen?!"

I was a little angry too, and I retorted, "I have hands and feet, what's wrong with relying on myself? I know your
older brother is a high-ranking executive in Wharf, but I also have my own business!"

Her tone became harsher, and she said, "What kind of amazing business is this?! It's
just that DouDing Design Shop, doing renovations for housing estate owners!! It won't starve me, nor will it make me rich!!" "And that used Japanese
car of yours, it's practically falling apart. I've told you to get a new car so many times, did you even listen? I don't even dare sit in it when I'm wearing a nice dress.
Last time, my white dress was ruined by your seat, and you still dare to say you're so great?!"

I continued, "So you're just saying you think I'm poor?! Have you contributed anything to this family? I pay for
everything , the mortgage, the car loan, and the annual trip to Japan... Do you think I'm some kind of gold digger?!"

She retorted angrily, "Well... you just didn't ask for it. I did try to say I could put some money in my pocket..."
…

It was your own fault for being stubborn, what does it have to do with me?!

I was even angrier, muttering to myself, “It’s my fault?! I was just being stubborn?!”

She continued, “If you’re so capable, you don’t need my money. Celia never
brings money ; everything is given to her by her brother-in-law!!!”

I replied, “And what about your brother-in-law now?! Didn’t he get a divorce soon after?!!!”

Diane’s eyes reddened, and she cursed, “I won’t allow you to talk about her like that!! It’s because that man was unfaithful that my sister
is getting a divorce; she deserves it!!”

I didn’t answer, just looked at her, and she started to cry, saying, “Waaah… I’m ignoring it, anyway…”

In short, I've packed everything up, and the truck should be at my sister's house by now... This is... a peaceful breakup.
I... don't owe you anything!! "

That's just how Diane is. She cries at the slightest provocation. I used to be afraid of her; a couple of
tears and I'd do whatever she asked. But at that moment, I found it disgusting. I said, 'Enough... stop with the act
. I've seen enough tears before... Since you planned this all along, taking time off to come back and move, what else can I say...
But... this isn't a peaceful breakup. You dumped me. You, Dianema, dumped me because I'm poor.
Remember that forever!!'

With that, I stood up, went back to my bedroom, and closed the door. A moment later, I heard the sound of keys and footsteps; she was
gone . Standing in the empty bedroom, I realized I didn't have much. All the clutter belonged
to her.

Yes, it's been two years, but the scene is still vivid in my mind. I remember her expressions and words
perfectly !!"

But as fate would have it, without the diane, I had no more worries. I sold my house to raise cash and
rented a small shop on Kwai Fong Street in Happy Valley. I also partnered with my old classmate Mark Yuen,
who won the Hong Kong Young Designer Award last year, and business has been booming lately.

My clients in Happy Valley can afford to spend money, and my income is dozens of times higher than before. I even
bought a bachelor's studio unit in Sheung Tak House on Wong Nai Chung Road. Although it's only a little over 300 square feet, it faces
the racecourse and has a great view!

A few months ago, one night, Mark and I met with clients and worked late. After work, we went to Jo
Ckey Bar near my house for dinner. It was already 10 pm when we ordered, and the kitchen had already closed. But Mark and the
owner were good friends, so they specially prepared some tapas to bring us drinks. We ate and chatted, and before we knew it, it was past 11 pm
. The place was lively at night, especially since it was Friday. It

was late October, and the weather was starting to cool. We finished eating and sat at an outdoor table, smoking and drinking. At that moment,
two women came in and were seated at the bar. The one on the right wore a tight yellow mini-skirt and a white cardigan,
while the one on the left wore a black, low-cut, knee-length tank top dress. Both women were wearing high heels, but
one was covered up on top and exposed on the bottom, while the other was the opposite. We both found it amusing and
kept staring at them.

Mark: "Who is it?!"

I replied, "I can't see her face clearly, but from behind, the one on the left looks better!"

Mark, barely in her thirties and already a designer, had seen countless women. She chuckled lewdly, "You really don't know
anything! The one on the left, although her skin is fairer and she's slimmer, her skirt gives her away. This kind of knee-length skirt is for
herself —comfortable and easy to wear. The exposed upper body is probably to compensate for the heaviness in her lower body. This person is very upscale."
"Ght, that won't be fun.

On the contrary, the woman on the right has a tight, narrow skirt that clings to her body. Look at her, she has to sway her hips even when she's standing. Her big, round butt
looks like it's about to burst out of the skirt. That thin cardigan she's wearing is just for show. The bright yellow skirt and matching
high heels are both pleasing to the eye and sexy. This woman is here looking for a hookup!" "We

've only met once, and Mark has already seen so much. I admire him. I replied, 'Impressive!

But I'm not a player. This kind of hungry woman isn't my type!'

He then checked his phone and said, 'It's 11:30. There's still some time before the game ends. So, are you choosing
the one on the left?!'

I smiled and nodded. That's how Happy Valley is. Weekend nights are always full of energy. Besides the restaurants
amplifying the music, the air is also filled with the scent of courtship. I haven't
dated , and Mark's words really made me want to go up and strike up a conversation, to try my luck."

But that moment of hesitation, like on the African savanna, meant the prey was snatched away by someone else. While Arm
was still waving to me, a foreigner had already spotted his prey and approached the woman in the yellow skirt.

Sure enough, although the girl was still facing away from us, she didn't resist the stranger's advances at all, immediately engaging in
a conversation in broken English, lewdly covering her mouth with her hand the whole time. I think this slut prefers foreigners.

Arm then turned back and sat down, saying, "These fake foreign girls, they can't even speak English properly, always wanting foreigners
, so stupid. It's alright, it's her loss!"

I nodded in agreement, pointing to the neglected woman in the black skirt beside her, who was now just
pretending to be busy looking at her phone. Mark took two steps forward, stealing a glance at the man's profile, then turned back to me, shaking his head and pouting, saying,
"Just average... I'm going to Tsim Sha Tsui next, interested?!"

Although I had prepared myself to pick up girls, this sudden turn of events was a bit of a letdown, so I replied, "Cross the harbor?!

Oh no, my home is too close... I'll stay a little longer and then go home."

He finished his beer, put on his jacket, loosened his shoulders, and said, "Okay! I'm leaving!"

Sitting there, still not satisfied, I ordered another beer. When it arrived, I was drinking and watching the girl in the black dress
walk away. I thought to myself, "Her butt is nice, just the right size, her back is white and smooth, and her long hair is straight
and black. It's a pity that Amar'e is gone. I'm starting to regret it now; he's
never there !"

Just then, the foreigner's hand was already on the waist of the woman in the short skirt. She was still giggling, seemingly
unable to understand what the foreigner was saying. She was only thinking about one thing! In the blink of an eye, the woman in the short skirt whispered something
in the ear of , and the foreigner dragged her inside and upstairs.

The woman in the black dress was left alone, drinking her wine in silence. She finished her red wine and ordered another glass.

By then, more and more people were queuing up. I sat alone at a four-person round table outside. Sure enough, after a while, a waiter came and
asked,

"Sir, excuse me... are you alone? Could we move to the bar area... because..."

Before he could finish, I nodded, took a large glass of beer, and he led me to the woman in the black dress.

The woman in the black dress then turned to the clerk and said, "No, this seat is taken... My friend will be back
... I guess..."

That's when I realized, oh my god!! This woman was Diane's sister, Celia!!

She also noticed me, her face darkening, and said, "Ugh~ what bad luck, running into this jinx!!"

I was still shaken, but there were no other seats in the store, and I didn't want to cause trouble, so I said, "It's alright...

then pay for me."

The clerk looked hesitant, and just then the boss happened to pass by and said to me, "Hey, Jack! Ah Ma..."
"Where's AK?! What are you... standing here for?"

The clerk explained to the owner, who then scolded him, yelling, "Shit! They're a famous brand!"
"Essinger is my friend again, hurry up and chase those people away, give the table back to Jack!!"

The clerk looked hesitant, and I continued, "Oh dear, please don't do that, really okay, I'm almost done too...

I was just about to go home... could you please settle my bill?"

The boss looked at the empty stool at the bar and said, "Well then, Jack, you sit here first, I'll find
you a seat, don't leave yet... I'll buy you a drink!!"

I kept shaking my head, but Celia reacted even more aggressively, in her usual rude tone: "Hey!

This seat is taken!! My friend will be back!!"

Seeing her rudeness, the boss said, "Your friend?! The one in the yellow dress... I think
she won't be back for at least half an hour. I just saw her leave through the door, I guess she went to Greg's house...
Should I call Greg?"

Celia looked embarrassed, pouting, and said again, "Well, anyway, I don't like him sitting here!"

The boss laughed and said, "Don't be angry, pretty lady, you're here to have fun... Making friends isn't a bad thing.
Come on , it's on me tonight, okay?!" With that, he turned and busied himself with other things,
seemingly ignoring Celia's protests.

Seeing her reaction, I abandoned my plan to leave and deliberately sat down next to her, saying,
"Hahaha, looks like we're really destined for each other!" Looking at her reminded me of how Diane had treated me in the
past ; I just wanted to annoy this spoiled princess!

Seeing me drinking beer with a smug look on my face, she said, "Actually, it's good to run into you here. You
know what? Diane's getting married! Oh, and to her boss!"

Although I no longer had feelings for that person, hearing this still hurt me deeply, and I couldn't hide my pain. She
continued , "You don't know, before you broke up, they had been secretly together for over a year!! You idiot, you're being
cheated on!!"

"More than a year??!!!" I thought, suppressing my anger, and continued to gulp down my beer. There was no response,
so she continued, "Do you know why she broke up with me on Valentine's Day? Because they went to Macau for Valentine's Day,
and I heard they didn't leave their hotel room at all!!"

I couldn't hold back anymore. I slammed down my glass, spilling the beer. Luckily, the bar was noisy, and
no one noticed me yelling, "You vicious woman!! What did I do to offend you? Why did you go to such lengths to break us up?!
You don't need to make others suffer like you after your own divorce!!"

She shook her head and said, "No, I think only you are suffering. Diane is so happy. Her
fiancé lives in 'The Peninsula,' drives a Mercedes, and I heard Diane even..." "Looks like she's pregnant. Tell me,
was it right of me to tell her to break up with you?!"

I really wanted to slap her at that moment, but I held back and thought of the most vicious thing to say: "Oh~ really? So
happy? Married as well as you? I heard your ex-husband married a model in her twenties, so I hope
your sister is as 'happy' as you!"

She then attacked, slapping me with her hand. I easily blocked it and pulled her hand down hard.
She immediately cried out in pain. I pulled harder, pulling her hand under the bar table so no one would notice, and said, "No wonder, you're
getting old and faded. Happiness... you can only hope your sister is pregnant... How old are you... almost
forty !!!!!" I deliberately said the last few words loudly.

Her face turned red with anger, but her hand was still held tightly by me. She tried to loosen her grip several times, but I tightened my grip.

From a distance, it looked like we were holding hands under the table!

Celia had tears in her eyes and whispered, "Are you even a man? You're so
violent despicable!!"

Having drunk alcohol, I didn't care about the consequences. I twisted her wrist hard, and seeing her pain only fueled my anger
. I said again, "When dealing with a bitch, I don't mind being even more despicable. Forget physical violence, raping you wouldn't be too much!!" Her

expression flickered when she heard this, and she released my hand forcefully. She immediately massaged
the spot her face contorted in pain, saying, "What makes you so great? You just know how to bully women... Fine, I
don't want to fight with such a beast. I'm leaving..." With that, she gestured for the shop assistant to sign her name. The assistant shook his head and waved
his hand, indicating that the boss was treating.

Celia, of course, was straightforward and blunt. She immediately grabbed her handbag, got off the high stool, and turned
to leave. I said, "Old hag, you've been sitting here all night and nobody's paid you any attention. You should really reflect on yourself... no, no, no...
prepare to die alone... there's probably a spider web growing there, hahaha!!!"

She was truly furious this time, turning around and stomping her heels so hard they almost
broke. I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Making her this angry wasn't enough. Just then, the boss passed by and asked, "Hey?
Where's your new friend? Gone? No news... What a pity, that little firecracker was quite pretty..."

I replied, "Boss... later... I'm leaving!" He smiled and waved his hands in an
OK gesture.

I got up and chased after her, only to find her staggering as she turned left. I followed her. The sound of footsteps made her
turn her head . Seeing my direction, she put her hands on her hips and yelled, "What else do you want?! I've already avoided you!! You bitch, if you come any closer
, I'll call the police!!" She hurriedly pulled out her phone .

By then, I was already beside her, deliberately getting close and then back away, whispering in her ear, "Crazy woman! I live here
!!" I pointed towards the building. I passed her, but she was still standing there, phone in hand.

When we reached the Changde Building, I deliberately stood in front of the convenience store looking at a magazine. She cautiously approached me
; I guessed she was going to hail a taxi. I suddenly turned around, startling her again. This time, I stared at her without
saying a word, and she stared back at me.

I started to scrutinize her from her high heels, then down to her calves, her sundress, and her cleavage. She noticed my
gaze and immediately stopped moving, as if she didn't want me to feast my eyes on her.

Even now, Happy Valley was still bustling with pedestrians, but we stood still. When she looked into my eyes,
the smell of alcohol still lingered on her face, and she had just calmed down; her cheeks were flushed. I looked at her and slowly backed away
until we reached the iron gate of the building. She still didn't dare to look away.

Our hostile gazes locked. We stared at each other for a while, her eyes becoming familiar in shape,
her gaze shifting from cursing to intense focus, as if she were reading my mind. Half-drunk, my subconscious was weak; one
moment I felt intense hatred, the next I felt a lustful attraction to her, and I recalled my earlier threats.

She was thinking those words too, but her eyes weren't filled with fear…

I smirked, then suddenly shook my head. Her eyes immediately changed.

I entered the door code, pulled the door open wide, and stared intently into Celia
's eyes. My heart pounded wildly,
completely unaware of what I was doing. Was I inviting her? But what reason would she have to come forward?!

Celia took several deep breaths, then walked towards me, her steps quickening
until she seemed to be running.

I pulled her into a deep embrace, and she eagerly pressed her lips to mine. We immediately began kissing passionately,
her hands gripping my neck for support, her tongue entwining with mine in my mouth. I held her
tightly in my arms.

Her breath tasted of red wine, yet carried a sweet fragrance; perhaps it was because I hadn't been
with a woman in a while.

Celia pressed her body against me, as if trying to hide inside the building or forcing herself into a corner.

Holding her in my arms, I realized how soft, warm, and comforting she was.

After kissing for a while, we blocked the narrow passageway inside the building. I pushed her away, took her hand, and led her
past the security guard watching a TV drama. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and we entered.

In these tenement buildings, the elevators were very small. Inside, she pushed my hand away, forbidding me from getting close to her. As we went upstairs, we
didn't make a sound or look at each other; the only sound in the elevator was our rapid breathing.

The elevator doors opened, and we acted like strangers. She followed me to my door and waited for me to open it. I was so nervous that I
dropped my keys, and she even clicked her tongue in displeasure.

After finally opening the door, she forcefully shoved me inside. I was startled for a moment.
What did she want?!

The answer came quickly: she slammed the door shut, pulled me into a passionate kiss, and we kissed passionately again. This time it was
more intense than downstairs. Her tongue danced wildly, and she swallowed my saliva. I could smell her
perfume , intoxicating yet pungent.

She kissed me for a moment, then unbuttoned my shirt. I said, "What?! You want it so badly?! Haven't had a man
in a long time You stinky woman!!"

She slapped me across the face and said, "You really want to eat this stinky thing, don't you?! Come on, I'll give you
a good meal!"

The slap was hard, and I was still seeing stars and feeling pain on my face. I returned the slap, grabbed her hair,
pulled her head back, and kissed her red lips again. She responded with her tongue, and I licked and ate it, saying, "You like
roughness, don't you... Fine! I'll make you feel good!!"

Her breathing quickened, and she pushed me down onto the sofa in the living room. She stood in front of me, placing
her high heels on the coffee table so I, lying on the sofa, could see under her skirt. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked
her bra, saying provocatively, "See! You lecherous bastards like to peek under skirts, don't you? You like to see my panties?!
You lecherous bastards!!"

I obediently peeked. Although it was dark, her black patterned panties couldn't cover all her pubic hair. Her
thighs were snow-white, but there was a large wet patch in the middle of her panties.

As I was still admiring her, she tossed the bra to me. I put it to my nose and smelled it—it was that same smell again. At that moment, I couldn't even
distinguish my own feelings, but then I heard her say, "Taking it off... feels so much better!! Have you ever fantasized about looking at these breasts
?! Tell the truth!!" Seeing her rubbing her large breasts with pleasure on her face, I was truly lewd!

I immediately scrambled to my feet and said, "Why do you only want to look?! I've always wanted to rape you too!! Oh~~ Yours are
so much bigger than diaine!! It's such a waste that no one's sucking on them... Let me give you a good time!!" But she raised her legs
high and pressed me down with her high heels against my chest, looking like a queen, and said, "Lie down!!! Who's going to get you
up?! Look but don't touch!!"

I fell back onto the sofa, and she threw off the straps of her dress, but her hands were still supporting her huge breasts through the clothes. She
twisted slender waist and slowly let go until the dress fell to her waist, revealing her two large breasts
to me.

"Wow~~~~~~" Even though it was a bit embarrassing, I couldn't help but admire her. She became smug,
pinching her nipple with one hand and massaging her private parts under her skirt with the other. We both hated each other, and she didn't need
to care about any decorum. In short, she did whatever she wanted at that moment.

She closed her eyes, moaning, "Mmm...so good...I'm telling you, I
'll leave as soon as I'm done. I won't let you get away with this. Don't be a toad trying to eat swan meat, I'm telling you!!!"

I ignored her nonsense. Watching the annoying Celia half-naked masturbating was incredibly tempting.
The scent emanating from her genitals made me even more dumbfounded, and in an instant, I was completely hard. She noticed and said, "
What ?! Getting excited watching?! Take it out!! If you don't enjoy it now, you'll miss your chance~"

I really couldn't hold back anymore. I unzipped my pants, releasing the huge thing from my underwear. My penis came out to breathe, and I
immediately started playing with it. Celia's gaze was instantly drawn to it. You see, she was also burning with desire!

She was startled when she saw my erect penis, and I said, "What?! It's huge, isn't it?! Now you
know why your sister and I have been together for ten years?! I fuck her until she's dying and coming back to life!!!!"

She swallowed but didn't refute, her tongue involuntarily licking her lips. I then thrust even harder, revealing
an expression of enjoyment, and her masturbating hands also intensified. She sniffed deeply, because the small room
had no windows open, and my scent wafted into her nose.

Her eyes were half-closed, lacking the earlier arrogance; her will was overwhelmed by physical needs. I said, "Hahahaha
... slut, come here, I know what you want..."

She obediently put her feet on the ground and walked towards me, but I shouted, "Crawl over here!!! Like a dog!
Aren't you a dog?"

My insults seemed to make her even more aroused; she revealed a lewd look, crawling on the ground, her breasts
swaying like an animal.

"Stick your tongue out, like a dog!!" Celia did as she was told, even mimicking a dog's
hiss . I said again, "Bark!! My good little dog, bark!!!"

"Woof!" "Woof!" "Woof!" "Woof!" She barked enthusiastically, seemingly enjoying this perverse
behavior . I welcomed her to climb between my legs. I ran my hand through her long hair, and she brought her nose to my penis
, sniffing it intensely, closing her eyes to savor the scent after each sniff.

I whispered, "Do you know this good stuff has been inside your sister?! It smells so good, doesn't it?!
Want me to put it in your stinky hole too?!"

She nodded slightly, and it seemed the situation had reversed. I then said, "Weren't you so domineering just now?!
Ordering me around, who's in charge now?!"

She thought for a moment, then looked at me with angry eyes and said, "You...you're in charge..."

Every relationship is like this, isn't it? At first, everyone is vying for dominance and status, but only after that distinction is made can they settle down
, even in our strange relationship.

The domineering princess was pinned down by my enormous member, and I was happy to reward her, whispering, "Then...eat it...
lick it clean..."

She took it in her hand and sniffed it. I said, "Does it smell bad? Let me tell you, I didn't shower last night either,
it smells like urine...mixed with some semen...don't force yourself if it's too smelly..."

Perhaps she hadn't tasted a man in a long time. When she heard the word "semen," her eyebrows curved, as if she was very moved
. She couldn't help herself and stuck out her tongue to lick it.

"Wow!!!!!!!!!" This feeling is amazing! She licked me thirstily, fiercely and urgently,
truly enjoying me. I kept moaning, and she glared at me, saying while licking, "Mmm~~~ Delicious~~~
The taste is so good!!!! I...I'm so lewd!!"

I pressed her head down with my hand, and she started to flick it, licking and flicking. I felt like I was flying to the clouds,
shouting , "Oh!!! Celia!!!! So good!!!! You...your oral skills are so good...
how come you don't have a man?"

She was completely absorbed in enjoying it, not at all for... To please me, she suddenly
took my entire penis into her mouth with

a "plop." I almost ejaculated, yelling, "Ohhhhhh!! Celia!" She kept sucking, completely ignoring my cries , " plop p ... My hand slipped under her skirt, and she arched her back to meet my touch. I squeezed and kneaded her buttocks hard, retaliating for hurting me. She cried out, but her kisses became even fiercer and more passionate. My apartment was an open-plan studio, and the bed was separated from the small living room. At that moment, only that side of the room was lit by a white light. The dim lighting had made us both lose ourselves, but at that moment, I wanted to get a good look at this woman , so I pulled her to the bed and pushed her down hard. She flew onto the sheets and pillows, deliberately sticking her butt out to show off her black panties under her skirt! She turned to look at me then, her hair disheveled, but under this light, it was the first time in over ten years that I felt Ce Lia was actually very sexy and beautiful. Without realizing it, I blurted out, "Celia...you...are so hot..." She glared at me angrily and said, "You trash, don't think like that! I'll never like you... this is just sex...I just want you to fuck me...to fuck me hard...you know?" I nodded and said, "Don't worry, I hate you the most!! I just want your body!!!" With that, I brought my face close to her buttocks, sniffed, and said, "It stinks! Did you wipe yourself clean after you pooped?! And your vaginal fluid, why does it smell so fishy after it dries!! You slut!!" Hearing me curse, she arched her buttocks even higher and actually moaned softly, saying, "Mmm!! Yeah!! It stinks ...I'm a slut...so what?!" "So what?! I just like sluts...I want to lick..." With that, I pulled down Celia 's panties, frantically shoving my face between her buttocks. I started licking her anus. This was the first time I'd ever licked anus, and it was with the person I hated most—it felt so good!! She might have been excited because we had argued earlier at the bar, and now I was licking her anus. She cried out loudly, "Ahhh!!! Wow~~~ It's so itchy!!!! Wow~~ Jack! Baby... do you like eating my poop?! Ahhhh!!! Stop it~~~~ Oh!!! It feels so good!" Actually, there was no poop there, and it didn't smell bad, just a slight fart smell, but at that moment I was itching like crazy. I wanted to do the ugliest and filthy thing to her to feel the most pleasure. I stuck my tongue in very deep, rolling it around, which drove her crazy. She cried out, "Wow!!!! Stop licking there... lips... eat my labia!" I ignored her and instead inserted my index finger into her anus, scratching it as I went in. She resisted at first, but after I forced myself on her several times, she soon started to enjoy it. I said, "Haven't you played with this before?! How ... you'll love it... hahahaha." My mocking laughter excited her even more, and she let my finger go in and out of her buttocks. At that moment, she bit her own finger. She cried out, "Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ah!!! So that's it!!!! Ah!!! It's in!!! It's in my asshole!" At that moment, I stopped again, spread her buttocks with both hands, and pressed my face against her already wet labia. I quickly licked her vulva with my tongue , and she forgot the pleasure of her anus, crying out for the stimulation of her labia, "Oh oh oh!! That's it!!! This is what I want!!!!" I licked for a while, and the long-deprived slut squeezed her nipples tightly with both hands, and slammed her buttocks against my face with great force, making each thrust feel even stronger, but her vaginal fluid was smeared all over my face, slippery and smelly. "Celia... look over here!!! Look... your own vaginal fluid is all over your sister's man's face !!! You're so slutty!!! Don't you hate me??? Why are you so wet again!!!!" She turned her head to look at me, her eyebrows curved, and nodded, saying, "Because... because I am... a slut... a slutty bitch... right??!! Jack... right?"

Her expression at that moment was indescribably seductive. I could barely contain myself and blurted out, "Yes!!! You slut!!

You stinky cunt!!! Do you want it?!! Do you want me to fuck you until you burst!!! Do you want me to ravage this stinky hole?!!" As I spoke,
I vigorously rubbed her lips together. She nodded repeatedly, crying out, "Yes!!! Fuck me!!!
Fuck me!!!

I beg you!!! I haven't been touched in so long!!! I just want someone to fuck me!!! Ah Jack,
it was my fault!!! Fuck me, use me to release your lust!!!" "

My hands quickened, my penis hard and itchy, and I cried out, 'Heh heh heh... Is that all?! Just taking it off and inserting it?!' Saying that, I stopped and rubbed my penis against her slippery labia, up and down, which drove her crazy .

She cried out, 'Ah ... The pleasure in my lower body was nothing compared to the excitement of hearing her cries of pain. She turned to look at me, her eyes already glistening with tears. I felt a pang of guilt and asked, "Oh...oh...do...do you want to stop?!" She swallowed hard, biting her lip to endure the pain, and said, "Oh...no...no need... it feels so good...so good!!! Again...again...harder...enjoy my cunt to your heart's content...Master." I seemed not to hear anything more beautiful. I immediately grabbed her buttocks and began thrusting my lower body in and out with great force . 'Slap!' 'Slap!' 'Slap!' 'Slap!' 'Slap!' 'Slap!' 'Slap!' 'Slap!' 'Slap!' The sounds of our buttocks colliding grew louder and louder, filling the entire room with the sounds of our debauchery. "Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh !!!" I groaned incessantly. Celia's cries gradually changed from pain to ecstasy, screaming, "Waaaaaa!!! Waaaaaaa! Oh oh oh ah!!! Oh oh oh ah!!! Oh oh oh ah!!! Ah ah ah ah ah! Harder... baby..." [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap ] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] [Slap] I was thrusting with all my might, my penis was so good it made my head go numb, and my penis was sore, but looking at the person I was raping was actually my ex-girlfriend's sister, that self-righteous, high and mighty Celia, who was finally willingly being ridden by me, the pleasure in my heart was a hundred times greater than the physical pleasure. "Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Is it good?! You slut!!! Ahhh!!! Who's fucking you !!! Say it!!! Call me!!! Ahhh!!!!" I hadn't had such a good time in a long, long time, and I could say whatever I wanted! Her moans grew more and more muffled as she approached orgasm, her face flushed, her lower body completely satisfied. She turned to look at me and answered, "Ughhh!!! Ughhh!!! You!!! You're fucking me!!! Jack is fucking Celia!!! Ughhh!!! Ughhh!!! It feels so good!!! Jack !!! I've hurt you so badly, fuck me to death!!! Release your pent-up desire on me!!! Ughhh!!! Ughhh!!! No!!! Release it inside me!" Her words stunned me. I roughly flipped her over, face to face, she lay there. Celia immediately spread her legs, eager for me to penetrate her again. When we were wet and joined together again, a completely satisfied smile appeared on her face . I thrust in and out forcefully, so hard that our pubic bones collided. She cried out, " Whoosh whoo ... *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* Her face grew increasingly purple, almost suffocating, but her eyes remained burning with desire. Her lower body moved rhythmically, each thrust penetrating deeply. We stopped when we were satisfied. I released her hands, and she took a deep breath, coughed twice, then increased the force of her movements, whispering, "Oh ho~~~ Oh ho~~~ Oh ho~~~ I'm coming." I, too, had reached my climax. I hadn't expected Celia to be so tight inside. I cried out, "Whoosh ! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" " Ahhhhhh !!! Celia , ahh ... I ejaculated countless times, endlessly. Her body convulsed like she had an epileptic seizure, her eyes rolled back, and drool dripped from her lips, like a madwoman. Looking at her, I embraced her and kissed her passionately. She, too, tenderly shared the warmth with me through her mouth and tongue. For those few minutes, we both forgot our hatred, only love remained. My penis remained hard for a long time, while hers continued to flow with my essence. Looking back, it had lasted about half an hour. We lay exhausted on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She had covered her upper body with the sheet. I spoke first: "I don't know what you think… Is this the most pleasurable experience of my life… or is it still far, far away?!"

She turned and glanced at me twice, then looked up at the ceiling, saying, "Um...me too...I've never had an orgasm
like this ...it felt like I was about to suffocate...this...it's definitely the most amazing one I've ever had...
but...I never expected it to be like this..."

I chimed in at the same time, "Yeah...I never expected it to be you who could make me feel this good...your sister...
Diane...she's so conservative in bed...she calls everything a pervert...she won't even give me oral sex..."

I knew that mentioning that person would inevitably lead to another argument, but I didn't expect Celia to turn and lie on her side towards me,
saying, "Hmm~she's my sister, of course I know...she's a total...hahahaha."

As she laughed, for a moment, I thought, I don't dislike her that much.

Celia and I weren't close, so there was no need to lie; if it felt good, I'd just say it felt good, which was simpler and more direct.

Thinking that I had the most amazing sexual experience of her life, I couldn't help but feel a little smug. But was it because of my technique, or because our bodies were a good match, or perhaps it was the twisted pleasure of
this "hate sex" —two people who hated each other having sex? I wasn't sure. After it was over, she didn't stay long, just washed up in the bathroom before leaving. I walked her downstairs; it was early morning, the autumn breeze was refreshing, and our gait and expressions were extremely relaxed; clearly, we both needed this release. Before getting into a taxi , she took my phone, pressed some buttons, and said, "For so many years, I haven't had your number, but now I do." I nodded and grinned foolishly, and she smiled gently, saying, "Useless! Tonight... thank you, I feel much better." Me too. In the following months, I would occasionally receive a text message from her around 1 a.m. She would come to my house and have rough , never staying afterward. We weren't lovers, not even friends; we met only for sexual release. I hoped this relationship could last longer, and that Diane wouldn't find out.

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