【A Woman's Mole】(75) Author: Bo Bo Xiong Yong

Author: Bobo's Surging
Word Count: 5767

(Seventy-Five)

"I feel dirty too!" she cried, pulling the blanket over her naked body and curling up at the head of the bed.

I turned to look at her; she was biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, the white blanket concealing
the alluring skin beneath her neck, making her look pitiful.

"I don't think you're dirty," I lied to her, unable to bear it.

"Heh, it's none of your business," she said through tears, "I'm the one who feels dirty, betraying my husband,
defiling our marriage!" she shouted agitatedly.

"Do you want to die?!" I lunged at her, covering her mouth with my hand, and said fiercely, "There are people next door! Do you want
everyone to know about our affair? I'm leaving right now, I don't care, but you're staying at the company!"

My hand was a bit big, covering not only her mouth but also her nose. She could only stare with
tearful eyes, struggling desperately, her eyes filled with sadness, regret, and helplessness... I wanted to ask
the Creator how human eyes could express so many emotions at the same time.

I don't know how much time passed, but I saw her brows furrow slightly, her expression seemingly in pain. Until she tried
to lick , I let go because I was ticklish, and she gasped for breath, complaining, "You're suffocating me!"

"Don't yell like that, can't you talk things out?" I said angrily.

"Mind your own business?!" she retorted sharply.

"Incomprehensible!" I got up to find my clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"None of your business," I glanced at her irritably, the blanket slipping from her neck, revealing
her snow-white skin.

"Don't go!"

"Hmm?" I turned to look into her eyes, "If I don't leave, am I supposed to stay here and argue with you? Let
everyone hear?"

"I won't shout anymore! Don't go!" She sat up, her full breasts exposed to the air.

I shook my head and smiled bitterly, "Forget it, you should go and manage your marriage..."

My words made her even sadder, she covered her mouth and cried silently, her rounded shoulders
trembling .

"I'm sorry, I was just saying that in anger..." I helplessly put down my clothes, went over and held her
shoulders to comfort her, "Don't cry, I won't leave, okay?"

"Go!" she choked out, "I don't want your pity!"

"Then I'm really leaving?" I stood up.

"You dare!" she said, tears streaming down her face, "If you dare to leave, I'll..."

"What will you do?"

"I'll say you raped me!" she threatened, but even she herself felt that was a lie,
so soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head and giggled.

"Are you sick in the head!" I rolled my eyes at her.

"Didn't you want to rape me?" she asked, tears still streaming down her face.

"..." I felt that this world changed so fast, and women were too fickle. Not long ago, she
was crying cursing me, telling me to leave, and in the blink of an eye, she wanted me to rape her...

"Are you sick in the head!" I cursed again.

She wasn't angry at me for calling her sick. Instead, she covered her mouth and chuckled, blinking her watery eyes
and sighing, "I feel much better after crying, and I've come to terms with it... Please don't go, okay? Didn't you want to rape me
? I'll resist, so rape me!"

As she spoke, she lay down on the bed, spreading her legs directly in front of me, her dark labia exposed beneath her thick pubic hair.
She seductively said, "Come and rape me!"

"Damn it," I climbed onto the bed, looking down at the beauty on it, and angrily said, "
Can't ? Is this what you call rape?"

She pouted and retorted, "If you don't rape me, how can I resist?!"

Hmm, this seems to be a "chicken or egg" problem.

"Then close your legs first, do you think you're a public bus?!"

She obediently closed her legs, looking shy.

"Clamp them tight!" I slapped her thigh.

Then we stared at each other, neither of us moving, and since I was still standing, it seemed she didn't know what to
do either. After a long while, I couldn't help but laugh, saying between laughs, "I just realized today that rape
is also a skill... hahaha."

"You're such a scoundrel!" she said angrily, "Since you won't rape me, then I'll rape you!"

"You're really going to do it?!" I was pushed onto the bed by her, even my hands were pinned down.

"Of course!" she said, biting her lip, her thighs rubbing back and forth against my penis, I could feel her
wetness again.

"I'll feel ashamed if you do this..."

"Then rape me!" she teased, "You coward, you stinky man!"

"Damn it! You really think I wouldn't dare!"

I rolled over and pinned her down, my left hand pinning her wrists to the bed above her head, my right hand
kneading .

"Be gentle!" she said, frowning.

"You're wrong! Since it's rape, don't blame me for being rough!" I lewdly chuckled.

"You scoundrel!" she cried out in pain, struggling to flip me over. I wouldn't let her succeed; I
pressed my knee against her thigh, silencing her.

"You slut!" I retorted, pressing my right forearm against her neck,
panting . "If you dare let me rape you, don't be afraid of pain!"

"I don't want it anymore! Let me go, I'm scared!" she pleaded desperately, her naked body writhing and struggling on the bed
like .

Her angry expression and struggling only excited me more. In a fit of rage, I slapped her hard
. With a sharp "smack," her eyes widened, staring at me in disbelief.

I glared back at her, my eyes wide, and said fiercely, "You little slut! What are you looking at!"

"You scoundrel! How dare you hit me! Let me go, let me go!" She seemed genuinely enraged.
Her hands suddenly broke free from my grasp, her ten fingers reaching out to grab my face. I don't know
where she got the strength, but she arched her upper body off the bed and bit my shoulder. The pain
distracted me, and my head couldn't dodge in time. Her nails grazed my chin, and I felt a burning pain instantly!

Luckily, my knee was pressed against her thigh, preventing her legs from struggling. Otherwise, she might have desperately tried to...
A kick to my groin, and I'd really become a eunuch.

The pain in my chin ignited my rage. I grabbed her hair, gripped
her , and pressed my entire body against hers, brutally thrusting my penis into her.

"Ah!" she screamed, opening her mouth to curse, "Zhang Tian, you bastard, you bastard!
You stinking man! Go to hell!"

My original plan was simply for me to rape her while she resisted, but things seemed to have deviated from the plan,
yet were clearly more exciting and real than planned.

"Swear as much as you want, let everyone hear!" I said as I fucked her hard.

"Waaah... you're a scoundrel!" The struggle seemed to have exhausted her strength; she
cursed weakly with her eyes closed.

I stopped talking and just kept fucking her hard. Soon she choked back tears and begged, "Be gentle,
it hurts!"

"Don't play the victim. There's so much fluid, how could it hurt?"

"You're pulling my hair..." she looked at me pitifully, her face wet, I couldn't tell if it was
more tears or sweat, a few strands of hair clinging damply to the skin near her eyes.

"Are you still scratching my face?" I released her hair and thrust my penis all the way in.

"Ah! I'm not scratching anymore, I didn't mean to!" she yelled, glaring at me. "Be gentle! It's too deep
..."

"Huh? Why aren't you resisting?"

"I'm exhausted," she rolled her eyes at me.

"Want to rest for a bit, then continue?"

"No!" she shook her head vigorously. "Keep raping me!"

"How can I rape you if you don't resist!"

"Then let go of my hands!" she snapped.

"Don't scratch my face again!" I reminded her, only letting go of her hand when I saw her nod.

She rubbed her wrist, then playfully scolded, "How can you be so rough? You have no mercy!"

"What kind of jade are you? You're just a little slut!" I laughed and cursed.

"Zhang Tian! I'll scratch you to death!" she yelled, lunging at my face with both hands.

"Damn it!" I slapped her hand away, then slapped her again, yelling, "We agreed
not to scratch my face! I have to meet people tomorrow!"

"Waaah, you hit me again…waaah, it hurts!" she cried, embarrassed and upset, looking quite pitiful.

"Remember not to scratch my face!" I whispered, lowering my head to kiss her red lips.

"Then where should I scratch?" she asked, pushing my face away.

"Damn it! Can't you just not scratch me?! Your nails are so long, it hurts everywhere you scratch!" I said, both amused and exasperated.

"It hurts when you hit my face too!" she pouted.

"Does it still hurt?" I gently stroked her slightly swollen cheek and asked softly.

"You're a jerk!" she scolded, then bit my finger, her tearful eyes
glaring at me.

Seeing that I was about to slap her again, she immediately let go, pouting, "Please don't hit my face, it hurts!
I have to face people tomorrow!"

"Besides, you're the one who told me to fight back!" she said righteously.

"You told me to fight back, so you scratched and bit? Are you a dog?!" I said, laughing and crying at the same time, "You just need to
struggle!"

"Pah! I don't have any strength left, what else can I do but bite and scratch you?"

"..."

"Why aren't you moving? Fuck me!" she said, pouting, tears still on her face. She
looked so begging to be fucked, so I pulled out my penis and immediately thrust it in hard.

"Ah! Fuck me like this! Fuck me hard!" she cried out, opening her mouth wide.

"Damn, you're such a slut!"

"I am a slut, fuck me to death, you slut... ah, fuck me hard!"

...

For the past week, I've sneaked into Xie Shutong's room every night, playing until dawn almost every day
. Perhaps Xie Shutong has a masochistic tendency, or perhaps she thinks she can never have sex with me again,
so no matter what I ask, after a moment of hesitation, she lets me do whatever I want to her.
Stocking , belt whipping, verbal humiliation, inserting a mineral water bottle into her vagina... I
tried every method I could think of on her, but at her pleading, I didn't hit her face again, nor did I whip
any exposed parts of her body with the belt.

On the eve of my return trip, I stood in front of the mirror watching Xie Shutong kneeling and giving me oral sex, waves of pleasure crashing over
my brain, and I couldn't help but pull my belt out of my pants again. Upon discovering the penis in her mouth, she immediately spat it out,
pitifully saying, "Don't hit me tonight, I'm going home tomorrow, and they'll find out!"

"Then you won't have a chance to play anymore..." I said, lifting her chin. Her red lips, which had just been wrapped around my penis, were now
glistening with saliva, like a peony after rain, dazzlingly beautiful.

"Besides hitting me, you can play with me however you want, okay?" she said, shaking my arm and looking at me with
her watery eyes.

"I want to fuck your ass!" I said lewdly, pressing her lips against mine.

"Pervert!" she said shyly, "I heard it hurts!"

"Then I'll just have to keep hitting you!" I threatened.

"No!" she hurriedly shook her head, "Aren't you disgusted?"

"Go to the bathroom, and wear a condom!"

"But I'm afraid of the pain..." she pleaded, biting her lip.

I stretched the folded belt, making a "snap snap" sound, each one sending
a shiver . She gritted her teeth and said, "Please, don't hit me! I'll let you fuck me, okay?"

That night, Xie Shutong didn't have her period, but she bled a little. So, after her tearful pleas,
I reluctantly gave up the idea of deflowering her anus, but instead
inserted my penis into her vagina with a condom stained with blood and a dark yellow substance. She covered her mouth, crying and cursing me, but in the end, it turned into
sobbing and moaning, begging me to fuck her hard…

The day after returning to Shanghai, I went back to the company one last time to pack my belongings. Xie Shutong silently
came over to help me pack, and when no one was looking, she whispered, "It still hurts down there…"

"I'll prepare lubricant next time…" I said expressionlessly.

"Get lost! That's not a lubricant issue!" she glared at me.

"Oh? What is it then?"

"You!" she angrily threw my favorite money tree into the storage box. "How could you be so shameless!"

"You think my dick is too thick? I think your asshole is too tight!" I lewdly chuckled.

"You pervert!" she glared at me, her full breasts
trembling slightly with her breath.

I chuckled and continued packing. She stood beside me for a while, then stomped her foot and left.

I quickly finished packing and sat down, examining the clean table. There was a
circular mark on the upper right corner, where my money tree had always sat; it must have been crushed by the pot. I opened each drawer.
Inside were some things I didn't want to take. But what was this?

I looked at the pale yellow silk cloth in my hand, with brown patches in the middle, and it felt a little
hard. I glanced up in a panic, thankfully no one was watching. I quickly stuffed it into my pocket, pressed
it down, and thought, "That was close!"

Those were Wang Ziyue's underwear. I didn't dare keep them at home; instead, I put them in my office drawer, at the very back of the bottom
drawer . If I hadn't just rummaged through them, I would have lost them forever. Perhaps soon
, a colleague who's cleaning out the drawers will find them, and then I'll be famous. A
legend : there was once a guy named Zhang Tian, a pervert who liked to collect women's worn underwear, and he even kept
underwear stained with secretions in his office drawer…

"I'm leaving…" I said to Xie Shutong, clutching my suitcase.

"Get out!" she glared at me, replying irritably.

"I'm really leaving…"

"I'll see you off…" she said, standing up.

I greeted each colleague as I walked, and when we reached the elevator, only Xie Shutong silently
followed behind.

"No need to see me off, go back, otherwise there will be gossip…" I said, a little reluctant, gazing at
that familiar face.

She looked at me deeply and said softly, "Then I'll go back…"

"Go back."

"Do you think we'll ever see each other again?" She stopped after taking two steps, her back to me, and asked.

"I don't know..."

"Goodbye!" She walked away without looking back.

"Goodbye," I said softly, watching her leave until she disappeared around the corner of the corridor
.

After getting home and throwing my things on the floor, Guo Ying was still at work. Standing in the quiet living room, I suddenly felt an emptiness
in my heart . Now that I had nothing to do, I felt a sudden loss of strength. I lay back on the sofa,
lit a cigarette, and probably because I was lying down, I choked on the first puff. As I exhaled the smoke, I couldn't help but laugh
. I had actually quit my job, and to pursue what Guo Ying called a "lousy graduate degree." It was
a really strange thing—when I was in school, I always looked forward to graduating early, earning
my own living, getting married, and having children. But now I had deviated from my original intentions, even ignoring Guo Ying's
dissatisfaction , and insisted on quitting my job to return to school. Was I out of my mind? Was I
looking for something back at school? Or was I running away from something?

The cigarette was about to burn out, and the heat from the filter made me sit up abruptly. I threw the cigarette butt into an empty
can, poured in some water, and heard a dull "hissing" sound from inside the can. Something was pressing against
my thigh , a soft touch. I reached down and pulled it out; it was Wang Ziyue's panties. I sighed and lay back down on
the sofa, holding the yellow silk panties up high. Looking at the
brown spots on the front, I wondered how they had formed. I guessed she was probably ovulating those days, hence the increased discharge.
My fingers massaged her clitoris; the intense pleasure caused her vagina to produce a lot of lubrication, which mixed with
her discharge and flowed out, soaking the light yellow panties…

We hadn't been in contact for a long time since I angered Wang Ziyue that day. I wondered if she was still
angry? Had she really found another man and lost her virginity? The thought made me incredibly agitated,
a fire burning inside me, growing ever stronger. A seductive voice seemed to be constantly echoing in my ears:
She's yours!

Damn! She's mine! I gripped Wang Ziyue's panties tightly, excitedly telling myself. The air
conditioner hadn't been running for long, and the temperature in the living room hadn't dropped yet.
My palms were sweating profusely from the excitement, and in just a short while, my underwear was soaked.

I held the underwear to my nose and took a deep breath, as if I could smell the erotic scent of love juice, and perhaps
the lingering faint fragrance of her body, along with the smell of my own sweat. Although I knew that after
so much time, those scents belonging to Wang Ziyue had long since dissipated, I still couldn't help but
project every imaginable woman's scent onto her underwear.

I'm such a pervert!

After berating myself, I decided to hide the underwear before Guo Ying returned. After searching the house,
I couldn't find a place to hide it. Finally, I gritted my teeth and stuffed the underwear into the pile of clutter on the balcony. That way, if
Guo Ying found it, I could at least give her a false excuse, since it might belong to the previous owner—who knows
what they might have left behind?

Boss Gao has been urging me to go to Nanjing for a while now, but I've been using the excuse that I haven't resigned yet to put it off. A couple of days ago,
while I was in Jiuzhaigou, I received another call from him. He sounded quite anxious on the phone, pouring out his troubles to me. He's
desperately short-staffed, so I had to agree to go in the middle of this month. That's about four or five days left.

Suddenly, I'm looking forward to it, really wanting to go to Nanjing soon…

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