Couples' Clinic (Chapters 1-12) Author Unknown (Complete)

Chapter 1

Leaving the meeting room, I checked my watch. It was past closing time again. Reluctantly, I picked up my constantly vibrating phone and checked the missed calls. Sure enough… all three were from my wife.
“Yaoyao… I’m sorry, I was in a meeting… Yeah, I know, I’ll pack up and go home… No, no overtime today… Okay… Bye.” I had to call back my wife’s missed calls immediately, otherwise the consequences would be severe, more than a man like me could handle. I
quickly walked back to my desk, put my laptop in my bag, grabbed my coat from the back of my chair, said goodbye to my colleagues, and waved goodbye before leaving the company.
I stopped at a flower shop along the way, bought a bouquet of roses, and headed straight to the restaurant we had arranged to meet. Today was our wedding anniversary, and being late, I was sure I’d get a scolding. Time really flies; Yaoyao and I have already been married for six years without even realizing it.
Unfortunately, the online gaming market has long been dominated by large game companies, leaving small companies like ours to pick up scraps. The company is constantly in meetings, pushing for the new game's development schedule. As the head of a development team, I'm working day and night, only to shake my head and sigh at the endlessly lagging progress.
I should have stayed in the US after graduation to find a job. My classmates are now working at Google, Blizzard, or Microsoft—the benefits and compensation are incomparable to what I have now.
But despite my envy, I don't regret my decision.
The reason I decided to come back was for Yao Yao's father, my father-in-law.
He had terminal colon cancer and didn't have much time left. Yao Yao naturally didn't want to leave home for the US, and I didn't want us to be separated, so returning to China was the only option. Back then, it wasn't difficult for overseas returnees to find jobs, and I soon landed my current company. Yao Yao was deeply moved by my decision to give up a job opportunity at a large company in the US for her. We got married six months after returning to China. My father-in-law held on for almost a year before finally passing away.
Looking back now, I realize I owe my marriage to my father-in-law. Although Yao Yao and I dated for two years, the long-distance relationship meant she lacked my company, and many people ignored her
rejection of "I have a boyfriend" and continued their ardent pursuit. Even after I returned to China, three or four men were still persistently pursuing her.
If it weren't for Yao Yao's father's illness, which urged us to get married before he passed away, things might have taken a turn for the worse. Firstly, if my father-in-law passes away first, our wedding will have to be postponed until after Yao Yao has been in mourning for a year. Secondly, among those "love rivals" are so-called rich second-generation heirs, senior executives of large companies, and other powerful opponents. It's hard to say whether I, a mere overseas returnee, can compete with them or keep Yao Yao.
The traffic was as heavy as ever during rush hour. I finally crossed one intersection, but before I could even start to accelerate, the yellow light at the next intersection turned on again. Bored, I waited for the light to turn green, watching the crowd of pedestrians crossing the street. My thoughts drifted back… to my first encounter with Yao Yao…
That year, I had just graduated from university and had been accepted into Columbia University's Master's program in Computer Engineering. It was my first time traveling abroad and I had never flown before, so I was quite nervous. My IQ seemed to plummet to that of a primary school student; I couldn't find a seat and was blocking the line of passengers behind me…
Just as I was stuck in the aisle, incredibly embarrassed, a beautiful and poised flight attendant came to my rescue. She led me to the flight attendant area at the rear of the plane to wait, and only after the crowd had thinned out did she take me to my seat.
I glanced at the name tag pinned to her chest and remembered her name: Wu Yuyao. You asked me what she looked like and what her figure was like. Honestly, I didn't pay much attention at the time. All I remembered was that she had a sweet smile, a clear and melodious voice with a touch of the soft, gentle tones of the Wu dialect
—it was very pleasant to listen to. While waiting for other passengers to sit down, we chatted briefly, mostly her asking questions and me answering. When she heard I was going to Columbia University in New York for further studies, her words of praise and affirmation made me feel like I was floating on air. Looking back, it was just polite flattery, and I don't understand why I was so happy hearing it from her.
Later, during the flight, I pretended to read newspapers and magazines, but I was secretly watching her the whole time. That's when I realized she wasn't just beautiful; her figure was also amazing.
Her conservative white shirt wasn't revealing at all, buttoned up to the top button, and a purple silk scarf covered her entire chest from the neck down. However, her breasts were very prominent. Clothes that fit well on others were a bit tight on her, and the shirt clung to her body. When she walked in high heels, her breasts bounced slightly with each step, making my eyes widen and my penis harden. Later, during meal service,
she and another flight attendant pushed a food cart from front to back. The other flight attendant had her back to me, while she faced me. Although I could only see her two bouncy mounds from the front, it also made it easier for her to notice me peeping.
So I could only carefully look into her eyes first to make sure she wasn't looking in my direction before lowering my gaze to her breasts. I never dared to look for too long before averting my eyes.
As she got closer, I became even more careful when peeping, and my gaze lingered on her breasts for shorter and shorter periods. Just as she started serving the passengers in front of me, I suddenly caught a glimpse of fleshy skin. My eyes were instantly fixed on her—she was exposed!
When she bent down to pick up or hand a tray to a passenger, the pressure on her shirt caused a rip between the buttons. From my angle, I could see a pink demi-cup bra, the upper half of her round, plump breasts that were barely contained, and the very beginning of the cleavage between them. From that glimpse, I could deduce just how deep it was below.
When she finished serving the passengers in front of me, I snapped out of my daze and quickly looked away. A moment later, I stole a glance at her eyes—thankfully, she hadn't noticed. While she was serving
my row, I finally mustered the courage to steal a glance at her standing right next to me. The rip was just a short distance away. At that incredibly close distance, I could almost feel how smooth the skin on those breasts was, how soft and tender they were.
While she was serving the passenger next to me by the window, because the person next to me was asleep, she had to lean over the space in front of me to place the tray on the person's folding tray table. As a result, her two large breasts were swaying several centimeters in front of me. Coupled with the faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from her, I almost couldn't resist reaching out to touch those soft mounds of flesh.
Luckily, I restrained myself, but I quickly regretted it. Because my gaze was almost entirely fixed on her, I noticed that quite a few male passengers were taking the opportunity to grope her, sticking their elbows out into the aisle so she would bump into them, pretending to stretch and accidentally touch her as she passed by, or, in situations like the one I just witnessed, I even saw a passenger boldly reach out and grab those breasts a few times, then pretend nothing happened and continue reaching for the magazine behind the seat in front of him.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but blame myself for being so stupid. Why didn't I dare to make a move? Anyway, after getting off the plane, the chances of seeing her again in this lifetime were probably lower than winning the lottery. As for your question about her bust size, I naturally had no idea at the time. It wasn't until later, after we started dating, that I saw a sign on the shelf that said 32D when we went to a lingerie store to buy bras.
Every time she was harassed, I would see her face flush with anger, glaring at the perpetrator but not daring to make a sound. Little did she know that this only emboldened the lecherous passengers; one even slapped her buttocks.
Unexpectedly, this time it seemed she had truly angered her. She grabbed the man's hand and rebuked him. The man, not expecting this, became enraged and hurled insults, accusing her of deliberately seducing him. It wasn't until other flight attendants arrived and pulled her away that the matter ended. However, this incident did teach the groping pervert a lesson, drawing disdain from the surrounding passengers and making me feel quite satisfied.
Later, she began to hide in their rest area and rarely came out. I grew bored and tired while waiting, and started dozing off.
I don't know how long I slept, but I felt the urge to urinate and woke up. The flight to the US takes over ten hours, so most people try to sleep. When I got up, I saw a figure heading towards the restroom; it seemed to be that perverted passenger from earlier.
I didn't pay much attention, as I wasn't in a rush to pee. I stretched in the aisle, then slowly made my way to the restroom while still flexing my limbs.
I stood in front of the restroom for a while, but the person still hadn't come out. I wondered if he was taking a dump, and if so, I'd be suffocated by the stench. Just as I was considering whether to switch stalls, my eyes, darting around, suddenly noticed something was wrong: the restroom light was green! I tentatively tried pushing the door, and it opened easily; no one was inside. Just as I was wondering where the person had gone, I heard some noises behind me.
I turned around to face a curtain; behind it was the flight attendants' work area. Curious, I hesitated for a moment, then secretly peeked through a small opening.
A man with his back to me was embracing a female flight attendant in uniform from behind. This man was the pervert! One of his hands was groping her breasts, while the other was covering her face.
I thought to myself, "This pervert is really bold, coming right here to sneak around and get intimate with a flight attendant, isn't he afraid of being discovered?" But
upon closer inspection, something seemed off. The flight attendant seemed to be struggling; the hand covering her face was clearly covering her mouth to prevent her from calling for help.
Then, something even more off happened. Those breasts were huge, and why did they look so familiar? As the flight attendant struggled, I finally saw her profile. And...and...wasn't that her? My goddess!
At that moment, as she struggled, a button on her shirt came undone, and the pervert's hand slipped inside, pinching and kneading her. Her face flushed bright red, even her neck was a little red. She heard the lecher whisper a threat in her ear: "You'd better not scream, or I'll tear your clothes to shreds and let everyone see your big, white breasts!"
Hearing this, she shook her head violently, struggling even more fiercely. Suddenly, the lecher released his hand from her mouth and quickly slipped it under her skirt.
She, who had been using both hands to block his hand from her chest, was startled and immediately used one hand to grab his forearm, stopping his further advance.
The pervert was naturally stronger than her. His arm slowly moved upwards, disappearing more and more beneath her skirt… She tried her best to pull down, but could only slow the pervert's upward movement, not force his hand out of her skirt. She watched as his arm almost disappeared down to his elbows, and her feet instinctively rose on their heels… Finally,
she jumped, jerked as if electrocuted, and her high heels, which had been off the ground, slumped back down to the floor. The pervert had succeeded; he had touched her sensitive… area, hadn't he?
Her face flushed even more; because her hair was tied up, it was easy to see that even the back of her ears were bright red.
The lecherous man was ravaging her with his hands while verbally abusing her: "How about that? Let's see if you can still play innocent. You're just a slut." Seeing her shaking her head violently, he continued, "You were fine just now, weren't you? Look, even the back of your ears are red. You said you didn't feel anything? Actually, it felt great!"
Seeing that she was still struggling, the lecherous man snorted, "Looks like I have to teach you a lesson before you'll admit it!" As soon
as he finished speaking, he leaned in and sucked hard on her neck. His hand inside her shirt pulled down, pinching and rubbing her exposed pink nipples. His hand below her skirt was also trembling rapidly.
She still didn't give in. Instead, stimulated by the lecherous man's actions, her body twisted even more violently. Suddenly, I saw a tear roll down her cheek...
This tear woke me up from my daze, who had been watching the show in a daze. I lifted the curtain and went inside. My movements startled the pervert. He turned around, and seeing that I was alone, he didn't stop. Instead, he threatened me, "Young man, this is none of your business, mind your own business!"
I frowned and said, "It's not a hero to force himself on a woman. You'd better stop."
Seeing that I wasn't intimidated and backed down, the pervert's expression turned resentful. He even smiled and said to me, "Brother, how about we play with this slut together? Look at her breasts, they're made for men to play with."
I had never seen such a shameless person before, and I didn't want to get entangled with him any longer. So I took a step back, half-turned around, pulled open the curtain, and shouted, "Waiter! Waiter! Where is she?"
Seeing my actions and hearing my shouts, the pervert knew that things were hopeless. He reluctantly released her, leaving behind a long string of curses, and left angrily.
I saw her turn around to straighten her clothes, her shoulders trembling slightly as if she were sobbing. I asked her, "Are you... alright?" She shook her head without speaking or turning around. Thinking it would be awkward to stay, I touched my nose and returned to my seat.
After calming down, I remembered I hadn't urinated yet, so I got up. Thinking it inappropriate to go there now, I headed to the other end of the restroom. When
I came out, I was startled by her standing outside. Seeing my surprised expression, she chuckled. Her gentle, spring-like smile made me stand there dumbfounded. Seeing me staring at her blankly, she blushed, reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me behind her. After a few steps, she let go, indicating I should follow her.
We returned to the flight attendants' work area. She turned around and bowed to me, saying she'd forgotten to thank me. I quickly waved and said it was nothing, but a pang of guilt struck me for being so engrossed in watching that I'd forgotten to help her sooner.
The atmosphere became a little awkward. Seeing her silence, I hesitated, unsure what to say, and decided to go back to my seat. Suddenly, she spoke up: "Could you stay here with me for a while? I'm afraid he'll come back."
I thought, "Yeah, most people are sleeping now." But I wondered where all the other flight attendants were. Had they also slacked off and gone to sleep, leaving me to look after them alone? Ultimately, I didn't ask. We simply introduced ourselves and chatted casually.
Later, as people gradually woke up, she thanked me and got back to work, so I returned to my seat. Until the plane landed, I tried several times to ask for her phone number but couldn't muster the courage, and the matter was left unresolved.
Later, I threw myself into my studies, and the matter gradually faded from my memory. Occasionally, I would think back and feel quite regretful, wondering if I had been more proactive and there might have been a chance for things to develop. But it was too late.
Sometimes fate is just that strange. I had originally planned to finish my studies in two years before returning home, but unexpectedly, a close friend from university was getting married!
This guy and I were really close in college. He insisted I come back to be his best man, even offering to pay for the plane ticket. I thought, oh well, I'll just go back during the Christmas holidays. Unexpectedly, I ran into her again on the flight back to China—Wu Yuyao.
I saw the look of surprise on her face; I couldn't believe she still remembered me after half a year.
The plane took off, and I sat there waiting.
Finally, as the flight attendants' busy schedule seemed to slow down and the passengers drifted off to sleep, I was about to get up to find her when I turned around and saw her standing there, looking at me with a half-smile.
She pulled me back to the work area, but there were no other flight attendants. Just as I was wondering what to say, she turned around and punched me in the shoulder.
It wasn't a hard punch, but I was completely bewildered. Before I could ask, she spoke first: "Why didn't you call me?"
Huh? What kind of act is this? "You didn't give me your phone number..."
I scratched my head, puzzled. "What phone number? You didn't give it to me..."
She rubbed her forehead with her hand and stuck out her tongue. "I knew it..." Seeing my blank look, she blushed and said, "I... I wrote it down on a piece of paper and put it in your shirt pocket while you were sleeping..." Oh
my god, her mentioning it reminded me of the first time I did laundry after arriving at school, when I pulled a wad of tattered paper out of a pile of clothes...
I immediately told her about it, and we both laughed so hard we bent over, marveling at how unpredictable life is, and how mysterious fate is.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little ambiguous. Looking at her beautiful, flushed face, if I didn't realize she had feelings for me now, and this was a huge chance, then I'd really be a complete idiot, and might as well go buy a block of tofu and smash my head against it.
I mustered my courage and shamelessly asked her to give me her phone number again, and then we exchanged numbers, and I chatted with her again.
Later, we talked about the reason I came back to China. On a whim, I invited her to my classmate's wedding banquet. That's how we started dating, a long-distance relationship that lasted for over a year and a half until I graduated.
"Beep beep!..."
The sound of a horn behind me pulled me from my reverie. I quickly followed the car in front, and with the slow flow of traffic, we finally reached the intersection in front of the hotel.
I sat in the car waiting for the light to change; once we crossed this last intersection, I could turn into the hotel parking lot. Bored, I casually watched the crowd crossing the street. A beautiful figure in a flight attendant uniform stood out in the crowd and came into my view.
That's my wife! Watching Yao Yao pull her suitcase from the direction of the subway station, crossing the street with the crowd towards the hotel, I excitedly wanted to roll down the window and shout to her, but a question lingered in my mind: Didn't she say on the phone that she had already gotten off the plane and urged me to hurry up? Why was she only arriving now?
Just as I was pondering these questions, I witnessed a shocking scene: a bald, middle-aged man in a suit, with a somewhat sleazy appearance, was closely following Yao Yao. This wasn't surprising, but what was strange was that he had one hand on Yao Yao's buttocks! When Yao Yao noticed, she simply tried to push him away a few times with her free hand, and when she couldn't move him, she stopped resisting!
Why didn't Yao Yao resist?
While I was both shocked and confused, the bald man's hand on Yao Yao's buttocks suddenly grabbed her plump, round buttocks and began kneading and squeezing them!
This time, Yao Yao screamed and jumped back, attracting the attention of passersby. Yao Yao, blushing, grabbed her suitcase and ran a few steps forward. The bald man's hand stopped in mid-air, seemingly not expecting such a strong reaction from Yao Yao. He awkwardly lowered his hand, and seeing that Yao Yao had already walked quite a distance, he quickly ran to catch up with her, reaching out again to put his arm around her shoulder, pressing her body tightly against his.
Yao Yao twisted her body, trying to break free, but after a few attempts, she let the bald man hold her, and the two figures disappeared into the hotel entrance.
I drove to the parking lot. Usually, I would slowly find a parking space myself, but this time I drove straight to the valet parking area, dropped the car off, and ran through the revolving door, looking around for Yao Yao.
The receptionist greeted me. I was about to tell her that my friend had arrived first and I could go in by myself, but then I thought, why not just ask her directly, "Hello, my friend arrived first. Could you please check if her name is Wu Yuyao? She should be wearing a flight attendant's uniform."
The receptionist immediately said, "Oh, I remember them. Room 305. You can take the elevator upstairs and turn right to the end. She's on your right."
I thanked her and quickly walked through the lobby towards the elevator. From a distance, I saw Yao Yao in her uniform enter the elevator, with the bald man still following behind her.
I hurried to the elevator, hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the emergency exit and began running up the stairs.
Second floor, third floor—I crept closer to the stairwell doors. A transparent glass panel was embedded above the metal doors. I looked out—no one… I
quietly opened the door a crack. No one outside. I peeked to the right—and there it was! This time, it was just a fleeting glimpse of the bald man's shadow. I tiptoed along the wall towards the private room. The clatter of his high heels echoed on the floor; he seemed to be moving quite fast. I quickly pressed myself against the wall, searching for a place to hide.
Yao Yao, her back to me, half-runned out of the private room and into the opposite restroom. Luckily, she didn't notice me because of the angle. Then, surprisingly, the bald man also rushed out of the private room, reaching the women's restroom door before it closed, and pushed it open.
My heart skipped a beat. I checked the sign on the door: women's restroom.
"What's that bald man doing going in? The women's restroom... Could it be..."
"Is it really what I suspected?"
"No way! I don't believe it..."
"Yao Yao wouldn't betray me, she wouldn't..."
"Fool! She already betrayed you..."
"No! It's not like that..."
"The facts are right in front of you, stop deceiving yourself..."
I stood anxiously at the door, tormented. Should I push the door open? If it really is... what should I do? ...
One minute...
two minutes...
three minutes have passed, should I go in or not?
"Wait a little longer..."
Five minutes have passed...
"No, I have to go in and see..."
I mustered my courage and quietly approached. Suddenly, I heard two women talking, getting closer. I immediately pretended nothing was wrong and went into the private room Yao Yao had booked. As soon as I entered, I hid to the side and secretly observed. The two women slowly pushed open the door and went into the restroom...
"Huh?" The scream I expected, the figure pushing open the door and rushing out, none of that happened.
After a while, about two minutes, the two women pushed open the door and walked out, talking as they slowly disappeared into the distance until their voices were no longer audible.
I checked my watch; ten minutes had passed.
I finally couldn't resist any longer. I tiptoed towards the women's restroom door, placed my hand on it, and was about to push it open when I faintly heard a sound…
I brought my ear close to the door, and the sound seemed to disappear again...
I quietly and gently pushed the door open a crack...
"Ugh, ugh... ooh... mmm..."
It was very suppressed, very soft, and I couldn't tell if it was a male or female voice.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap, ah... so good... slap, slap, slap, slap..."
The obvious sound of flesh hitting flesh, and a man's deep voice calling out in pleasure. Hearing the sound, the image quickly appeared in my mind. Even though I didn't want to admit it, even though I didn't want to imagine it, it still appeared before my eyes against my will... The sound of the impact was too familiar... It was Yao Yao's plump, fleshy buttocks, and the man's abdomen...
Yao Yao knelt on the toilet with the lid on, her hands holding the water tank, her buttocks sticking out. The bald man was half-squatting behind her, his thick, filthy penis thrusting in and out of her honey hole. Yao Yao leaned back to meet the man's thrusts, her tight vaginal muscles clenching and rubbing against his penis. Her plump, tender buttocks collided and bounced away from the man's lower abdomen...
"Ugh... Hmm... Tsk tsk... Ha, ugh, ugh... Plop, plop..."
This was... a woman's muffled moans... It was Yao Yao... and the sound of the penis thrusting in and out of her overflowing, tender hole... Had
Yao Yao already felt so good, so good... that she was moaning...? The man's penis was thrusting and plopping inside Yao Yao's hole. Had Yao Yao's desire been aroused? ...Right...Yao Yao, who's usually so conservative when we make love...Is this man too good?...Or am I too bad?
I can't let you moan, but this man certainly can. If we weren't in a public restroom, afraid of being discovered and having to muffle your moans, I bet you'd be screaming loudly by now, right? So intense even when you're holding it in...
I'm starting to feel hopeless...I don't know what I'm doing right now...
"Huff, huff, ha...faster...faster...faster...oh...huff...so good..."
This time it was all the man's voice...it sounded like...we changed positions?
The man was sitting on the toilet, and Yao Yao straddled his lap, facing him...actually, it was the so-called "lotus position"...
Yao Yao quickly came to the rescue: "Manager Lu, this is my husband, Chen Anbang. I'm sorry, he's been quite busy at work lately, so he's a bit tired." Yao Yao secretly tugged at my sleeve, seemingly blaming me for being impolite and having a bad attitude.
"It's alright, it's alright," Manager Lu said, waving his hand. Seemingly noticing the awkward silence, he gestured for Yao Yao and me to sit down: "Come, come, let's sit and chat." He really acted like he was the hostess, and Yao Yao the hostess, and me the guest? Was I here for your wedding anniversary? ...
I remained silent, pulled out a chair, and sat down. After Yao Yao and Manager Lu sat down as well, the atmosphere became somewhat tense. Manager Lu, true to his managerly nature, quickly smoothed things over: "Come, come, I came here for dinner today and happened to run into Yao Yao downstairs. Learning it was your wedding anniversary, I came uninvited and insisted on toasting you to express my congratulations. Please don't be offended. Hahaha..." Listen to how beautifully he said that!
Seeing that I didn't move or speak, Yao Yao quickly picked up a glass from the table and handed it to me, while raising her own glass and saying, "Not at all, thank you, Manager Lu."
Manager Lu and Yao Yao both took a sip.
Manager Lu remained silent and motionless upon seeing me, then said, "Xiao Wu is very capable at the company, with a gentle and generous personality, and she's also very beautiful. Mr. Chen is truly lucky to have married such a beautiful and virtuous wife!" Oh, something's off. He's changed his address to Xiao Wu now. Why doesn't he dare to continue calling her Xiao Yao so affectionately?
Yao Yao replied shyly, "Oh dear, Manager Lu, please don't talk nonsense. I'm not that good."
I coldly watched this adulterous couple putting on their act, my anger about to explode. I took a deep breath to calm myself, tightly pursing my lips, afraid that if I couldn't hold back, the words I uttered would ignite everything.
Manager Lu and Yao Yao chatted aimlessly for a few more minutes. Seemingly sensing the atmosphere hadn't improved, he finally couldn't sit still any longer and stood up, saying, "Um... Xiao Wu, I'm a little tired, so I won't disturb your romantic time. I wish you both a long and happy marriage. I'll be going now."
Yao Yao also stood up, saying, "Ah! Well... Manager Lu, please take care. I'm so sorry, my husband is really tired today. I apologize for not being able to
take good care of him." After seeing Manager Lu to the door of the private room, Yao Yao turned back and said loudly, "Chen Anbang! You better explain yourself! Why did you treat my boss so disrespectfully today?"
"Here it comes!" I thought to myself. I
looked up and met Yao Yao's gaze for a moment, noticing her eyes were gradually reddening. I thought, "Does treating your lover like this make you so upset?" The anger that had finally subsided a little after Manager Lu left rose again.
Thinking that we shouldn't air our dirty laundry in public, and that arguing here would be really unsightly, I forced myself to suppress my emotions and sighed, "Can we talk about this at home?"
I don't know what Yao Yao saw in my eyes—indifference? anger? or humiliation? In any case, she seemed to sense that something was really wrong with me, and I saw a hint of unease in her eyes.
Yao Yao's spirits seemed to have dampened. She came over and took my hand, stroking my face with her other hand, and said softly, "Are you really tired? Or did something happen at work?" I shook my head without answering her directly, only saying, "Let's go home first, I'm really a little tired."
When we got to the parking lot, Yao Yao noticed the bouquet of flowers I had hastily left on the passenger seat. Her mood immediately improved. Holding the flowers, as I took the keys from the waiter, she leaned over and kissed my cheek: "This is a surprise reward for you." Then she pouted and said, "But you still have to explain your behavior today. Do you know how bad it will be for me at work if you offend him?"
I smiled noncommittally, knowing that my forced smile must have looked stiff and awkward... I
casually gave the waiter a tip, got into the car, and drove into the traffic...

Chapter Two

Back home, Yao Yao casually placed the bouquet on the table, pulled her suitcase into the bedroom, then came back and pulled me to sit on the sofa in the living room.
"Are you thirsty?" Without waiting for my answer, she got up, went to the kitchen, poured two glasses of water, placed them on the table, took a sip, and stared at me quietly with wide eyes.
Judging from her demeanor, she wouldn't give up until I gave her a reason.
On one hand, I couldn't come up with any excuse right now, and besides, it wasn't my fault. Why should I make up reasons, lie, and humbly beg for her forgiveness?
I sighed inwardly, slowly organizing my thoughts. I don't know how long it felt like time stood still, but I finally spoke: "Tell me first, what time did you arrive at the hotel today?"
"Huh?" Yao Yao clearly hadn't expected me to ask that question. Her expression was somewhat unnatural, and she glanced to the upper left a few times, obviously calculating a reasonable time: "I didn't check the time, it was probably around six o'clock." Then, warily, she said, "Why are you asking this? What do you suspect me of?"
I remembered seeing her glance at the clock on the car when she crossed the street; it was 6:56. My heart ached a little, and the anger that had subsided was reignited.
She lied after all! Something's definitely been going on lately! Did she already sleep with that bald manager before, and then rush over because it was getting late? And then Manager Lu, not satisfied with just that, followed her over, and the two of them did it again in the bathroom?
Ignoring Yao Yao's question, I asked again, "Did you take the MRT to the hotel?"
Yao Yao nodded and said "Mmm," then pressed on, "Why aren't you answering me? Are you suspecting me of something?" Her tone was getting a little angry.
I glanced at her and said casually, "I saw you crossing the street in front of the hotel at exactly 6:56."
Yao Yao was startled at first, then tried to act nonchalant, but awkwardly tried to cover it up: "Oh, just because of that? Um... I didn't pay attention to the time at the time, maybe I remembered it wrong."
Watching her keep lying to try to deceive me, my disappointment grew stronger: "You called me around 5:30, you should have arrived at the hotel by 6:20 at the latest by taking the MRT, right? How come you were late?"
Yao Yao looked flustered, but still tried to remain calm as she answered, "I... didn't you tell me you'd be late? So I just wandered around for a bit." She glared at me and said, "Chen Anbang, what's wrong with you now? So you're doubting me?"
I coldly replied, "What do I doubt about you?"
Yao Yao's face flushed red: "I... how would I know!"
The tension between us gradually increased, but I didn't want to stop. Today, I was going to expose your hypocrisy!
Strangely, the angrier I got, the calmer I appeared on the outside. I stared into Yao Yao's eyes and slowly said, "Then let me ask you, how did Manager Lu treat you when you were crossing the street?"
Yao Yao's face turned pale. Only now did she realize that I had actually seen that scene.
"I...I..." Seeing her stammering for a long time without being able to speak, I said again, "What? You have nothing to say?"
Yao Yao said angrily, "You...you actually suspect me and him...didn't you see it all? Can't you see that he forced me?"
I thought to myself, "You're turning the tables on me...yes, if you want to say I was forced, that's plausible, but what about the women's restroom afterwards? I think you're just too embarrassed to admit it in public, forced...humph!"
But unexpectedly, when Yao Yao saw that I didn't speak, she jumped up and pointed at me, cursing, "Chen Anbang! You actually suspect me! You saw me being molested, and instead of comforting me, you suspect me, you...you've gone too far!" "
Too far?" I thought to myself, "I haven't even lost my temper yet, and you're already getting angry. Is this a preemptive strike or just being embarrassed and angry?"
"What about the women's restroom incident?" I suddenly said coldly.
"Wh...what?" Yao Yao was shocked, her mind seemed to freeze, and she asked subconsciously.
"I'll say it..." I slowly stood up, my tone icy cold: "You and that Manager Lu who assaulted you spent fifteen minutes in the women's restroom. What do you have to say about that?"
Yao Yao covered her mouth and nose with her hands, staring at me in shock. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the sofa, speechless for a long time.
"Nothing to say?... " I looked at her mockingly: "Want me to say it for you? You were forced this time, weren't you?"
Yao Yao suddenly looked at me in panic, perhaps frightened by my calm, mocking tone, or perhaps she sensed that my heart was slowly drifting away from her.
"Anbang, listen to me..." Yao Yao gripped my hand frantically. "I really was forced by him... You have to believe me, I didn't want to, I didn't want to, you have to believe me... Anbang..."
"I know..." I cruelly shook off her hand and took a few steps away. "He forced you into all of this. You weren't willing. He forced you until you were too scared to struggle, too scared to resist... He forced you until later, when two women went into the bathroom, you had to cooperate with him so no one would find out. It was all his doing, wasn't it?"
Hearing me speak ironically, Yao Yao looked at me with despair. "You really don't believe me?... "
I didn't expect that even after things had come to this, Yao Yao would still stubbornly deny it. After being unable to refute all the evidence, she still insisted that I believe her! I want to believe you too, but you have to give me a reasonable explanation! You can't even explain yourself, how can I believe you?
I finally snapped and yelled at Yao Yao, "I gave you a chance, but you've been lying to me from the very beginning. Now you expect me to believe you?" Looking at Yao Yao, who was speechless and whose tears were streaming down her face, I felt a pang of pity.
"Fine! I'll give you one last chance..." As if trying to give myself a final glimmer of hope, I stared at her and slowly asked, "Wu Yuyao, have you... done anything to wrong me?"
Time seemed to stand still. Yao Yao stared at me intently, her lips pursed, torn between her inner turmoil...
It felt like an eternity...
Yao Yao's eyes were fixed on me with unwavering determination, but I could see the fear in her heart...
Like a movie playing in slow motion, Yao Yao's head moved... it swayed up and down... Was that... a nod...?
My heart shattered, like the sound of glass breaking, so clear in my ears...
"But..." Yao Yao's voice seemed to drift from afar, so unreal: "I beg you, you must believe me..."
"Enough!..." I interrupted her: "Haven't you hurt me enough?... "
"No! Anbang..." Seeing the heartbroken expression on my face, Yao Yao said anxiously, "You must let me finish what I have to say..."
"I said..." I turned and glared at her, "Enough..." As if seeing the hatred born from love in my eyes, Yao Yao covered her mouth in disbelief, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls...
I opened the living room door and stormed out... The moment the door closed automatically, the tears of a man who is said to not shed easily fell.
*** *** *** ***

How many days have passed in a daze? I don't know...
I go to work normally during the day, and go to bars at night. Others drown their sorrows in alcohol, but I use it to reminisce about the past... my past with Yao Yao...
I like getting drunk.
Not because I can become unconscious and not think about anything or worry about anything; but because the hazy, confused feeling when I'm drunk makes me think of the time I spent with Yao Yao, and it feels like I've really gone back to the past. Getting drunk allows me to immerse myself in those beautiful days of the past, so I like getting drunk.
I remember when we were in a long-distance relationship, Yao Yao would switch shifts or cover shifts whenever possible, as long as the flight was to New York.
Every time she flew over, I would go to the airport to meet her, and we would linger in the hotel room at the airport, chatting and watching TV... Actually, Yao Yao was always exhausted as soon as she got off the plane, but she would always insist on chatting with me, and then she would naturally fall asleep while chatting. After she fell asleep, I would sit next to her, reading my textbooks, doing my homework, and running my programs... Those were truly the most fulfilling and happiest days of my life.
Of course, tempted by Yao Yao's stunning figure, I didn't hold back for long and succumbed. I had two girlfriends in college, but we only ever held hands before being dumped. Both women dumped me for the same reason: they said I was a bookworm, only interested in studying, not romantic enough, and didn't value my girlfriend. Perhaps I really was like that back then.
Therefore, when I first made love with Yao Yao, we were both virgins. Because it was our first time, we were in a chaotic and helpless state. We eventually succeeded, but we were both exhausted.
I've heard that many people experience this the first time; as they say, practice makes perfect.
But the second time, the third time… I gradually realized that Yao Yao didn't seem to enjoy the sex, and she never had an orgasm.
Hmm, shouldn't we men be the first to examine ourselves? So I started learning foreplay, flirting, and teasing techniques from those Japanese adult films. But it still didn't work.
The reason was that Yao Yao was too sensitive. Some might ask, isn't sensitivity a good thing? The problem is, Yao Yao is so sensitive that she giggles and tells me it's itchy whenever I touch her. Her breasts? Itchy; her inner thighs? Itchy; her nipples? Itchy; her neck? Itchy; behind her ears, her earlobes, her armpits, the soles of her feet? Itchy
, itchy, itchy… In the end, I could only start by touching her vulva and licking her clitoris… but she was still dry! Then I discovered that Yao Yao blushes very easily. Whether she's angry, upset, happy… or of course, she blushes when she's aroused or shy, almost any significant emotional change will make her blush. So if you think she's aroused or has desire just because she blushes, you're completely wrong.
Yao Yao says she loves kissing me and likes me to hug her; she finds it very comfortable. Later, I discovered that after a long hug or intense French kissing, her vulva would become a little wet. Finally, we found a different way of flirting and foreplay between us: hugging and kissing.
So, when we make love, I usually wear a condom because it provides sufficient lubrication. Also, our foreplay is quite long; we hold her and kiss passionately for several minutes before attempting penetration.
Later, Yao Yao herself admitted that she was probably what people call frigid, or perhaps a type of "imperforate woman."
But this assertion is incredibly ironic to me now!
Can someone with frigidity still cheat and have affairs? What kind of frigidity is that? It turns out, Yao Yao's so-called frigidity only applies to me! Didn't you see how Manager Lu brought Yao Yao to multiple orgasms?
Thinking about this, I don't seem to resent Yao Yao's infidelity as much anymore. After all, it's because I wasn't capable enough to make her enjoy sex. Don't people emphasize "spiritual and sexual harmony"? So, is a relationship with only spiritual connection and no sexual desire still a complete relationship?
Since I can't give her that, why not just let go? ...Thinking of this, I blankly raised my glass and downed it in one gulp... "Hey, brother..." Just as I raised my glass again, a voice came from behind me. Turning around to confirm if the voice was directed at me, I saw a refined-looking man, around thirty-five years old, standing behind me. Seeing me turn to look at him, he continued, "I've seen you drinking alone for the past seven days. Is there some insurmountable problem you're facing?"
I found his words somewhat amusing, thinking, "My problems are none of your concern."
Seeing my expression, the man added, "I may not be able to help you, but I can be a good listener."
I was quite surprised by his words. Could he possibly communicate directly with my mind? The man kept looking at me, and seeing my expression change, he continued, "Sometimes I can communicate directly with people's minds, but most of the time it's not possible. You're the one whose thoughts are written all over your face." As he spoke,
the man pulled out a chair and sat down, acting as if he were already familiar with me. He sat down and pulled out his business card, handing it
to me: "Let's get acquainted, Fang Siwei." "Ah, hello." I hurriedly took the card, then rummaged through my pockets, finally finding one and pulling it out to give to him: "Hello, my name is Chen Anbang."
After handing him the card, I casually glanced at it, and the words on it piqued my interest: "Couple's Clinic, Fang Siwei..."
"Heh..." He chuckled dismissively: "To put it bluntly, I'm just a psychologist, but my specialty is helping people solve problems in their marital relationships..." He paused, glanced at me, and then said: "Brother Chen, you don't happen to be facing marital problems, do you?" After asking the question, he looked at my "you guessed it" expression, chuckled a few times, but then suddenly looked me up and down seriously several times...
"Your wife is having an affair?" I was so shocked by this question that I couldn't speak, staring blankly at Fang Siwei.
He shrugged. "It's not hard to guess, actually..." He paused, then added, "In marital problems, there are only a few options, and looking at your dejected state, the answer is obvious."
I secretly admired him; no wonder he was a psychologist. However, I still didn't think he could help me. Seeing that I didn't seem inclined to say more, he didn't mind and simply asked, "Did you catch them in the act with your own eyes, or is there just some evidence?"
I thought to myself, "Why does it have to be catching them in bed? Didn't I eavesdrop? That's like hearing it with my own ears, catching them in the toilet, right?"
Seeing my nonchalant expression, he said, "So the evidence is conclusive, huh?" Although he kept asking questions, I strangely didn't feel pressured. Now, I even wanted to argue, saying, "I did see it with my own eyes, I caught them red-handed."
He frowned and said, "What do you mean by 'also'? If you saw it, you saw it; if you didn't, you didn't."
I thought to myself, "My experience is quite rare. I've rarely heard of someone catching someone in the act by listening." So I recounted what happened, starting from crossing the street, then talking about eavesdropping outside the women's restroom, then the confrontation in the living room, and at the most emotional parts, I shed a few tears.
After I calmed down a bit, I saw him silently watching me. I thought he was deep in thought, but he didn't seem to.
Seeing he still didn't speak, I gave him a questioning look. "Didn't you say my expressions were easy to read? Let's see if you can talk to my expressions.
" "I wasn't thinking. I just felt sorry for your wife," he replied calmly. Sure enough, he guessed my question correctly again. He really could talk to my expressions. But what he said was a little unpleasant.
"What!" I said, a little angry.
"You still love her, right?" Faced with his question, I felt a little lost and hesitant. He seemed to have gotten his answer from my expression again, and before I could reply, he said, "Do you have a picture of your wife on you?"
This question made me a little wary, and I looked at him with slight defensiveness. "Why are you asking this?"
"Trust me." He seemed used to my wariness and didn't seem to care at all. Instead, he directly held out his hand, palm up: "A picture."
Actually, after our conversation just now, I still trusted him quite a bit; otherwise, I wouldn't have told him everything about catching her cheating, a process that pained me every time I thought about it. But a picture of my wife…
After much deliberation and hesitation, I finally pulled out a photo of my wife and me from my wallet. In the photo, Yao Yao was wearing a long evening gown, elegant and tasteful without being too revealing. It was taken at a colleague's wedding banquet.
His eyes lit up as soon as he saw the photo, and he stared at it for a long time before handing it back to me: "Hmm, really beautiful. I'll take this case." What the hell… I regretted it the moment I saw his expression. He's practically a pervert! Now he's talking about a case? Did I say I wanted him to treat me? Besides, I don't think Yao Yao and I can be "treated."
"Brother Chen…" Seeing my uninterested look, he asked again, "Do you know that human thought is square?"
What the hell? Why did he suddenly jump to this? I was getting dizzy from his leaps of thought.
"What square and round? Are you talking about your own name? I don't understand at all," I couldn't help but tease him. "When people first develop thought, their initial approach to problems is straightforward: they believe whatever they see or hear, right?" Before I could answer, he continued, "That's why people often get stuck in a dead end when thinking about problems, unable to find a way out, getting stuck on trivial details, because people usually only look at problems from one or two angles..."
"But the correct way of thinking should be holistic." I was so engrossed in listening to him that I forgot to ask a question. He continued, "Therefore, we should approach everything in this world with skepticism. Even if something seems one way from one perspective, it might not seem the same from another."
He went on, "So, even if you have a definite answer about something or someone today, you must still maintain a degree of skepticism, because it might be overturned in the future."
Seeing me nod in agreement, he added, "And the first thing you need to do now is trust me, and trust your wife!"
I frowned and asked, "Didn't you just say to maintain a skeptical attitude? Why are you telling me to trust you and my wife now?"
He said, somewhat exasperated, "I was talking about the attitude towards 'things' and 'objects.' Your wife and I are 'people'!"
Seeing my confusion, he added, "Basically, everything in this world can be categorized into three types: people, things, and objects. Isn't that right?" "So, if you love your wife, you should trust her; and I'm here to help you. If you don't trust me, I can't help you." He continued, "Of course, we're strangers, and trust needs to be built through interaction, but I require you to choose to trust me as much as possible under reasonable circumstances."
Seeing that I finally nodded in understanding, he added, "Take your situation this time, for example. First, you need to trust your wife. She still loves you, and everything she did was for your own good."
I frowned and said, "She's lied to me so many times, how can I trust her again?"
Fang Siwei said, "What I want you to believe isn't what your wife says, but the motive behind those words. Believe that if your wife had a choice, she 'wouldn't harm you.'"
Seeing that I frowned again, he said, "Okay, first, tell me what your definition of 'cheating' is, so I can continue."
"Cheating is just sleeping with a man other than me, what's there to define?" I said matter-of-factly.
"Is it really that simple, that narrow-minded?" He looked at me and asked, "Then let's suppose a war breaks out today, and you and your wife are captured by ten enemy soldiers. To save you, your wife sleeps with them. Would that count as infidelity?"
I retorted, "That's a special case, so of course it doesn't."
"A special case?" He smiled at me. "What if your wife is tied up by ten soldiers and can't resist?"
I said, "That's still a special case, it doesn't count."
"So as long as your wife is doing it for your own good, or is unable to resist, it doesn't count, right?" he concluded.
"Yes." I nodded, knowing that what he was about to say was the key point.
"Okay. Let's go back to being skeptical." He spoke slowly, as if giving me time to process it: "Since you trust your wife, why didn't you consider whether she was doing it for you? Whether she was unable to resist?"
I thought for a moment, not answering immediately, but I still couldn't think of a reason: "But if she really wanted to resist, after those two women went in, she could have easily made noise to resist, to call for help, right?"
"I just said you need to consider multiple perspectives. You only think about the physical coercion and control, but have you considered the psychological threat? This kind of threat is often more effective than physical ones." He said slowly.
"Psychological? For example? He didn't have anything to threaten Yao Yao with. He's just a scheduling manager. Did Yao Yao sleep with him for the sake of scheduling?" I asked, puzzled.
"Isn't it possible that the manager had something on you, or your wife?" Fang Siwei slowly shook his head, as if I were extremely stupid.
I hesitated and said, "This... leverage... what kind of leverage..."
"There are too many possibilities, okay?" Fang Siwei said, "The easiest one to think of is that he could drug your wife, take nude photos, or rape her, or drug her with aphrodisiacs, or simply tie her up with violence and do those things. With photos or videos, wouldn't that be leverage against you? He could threaten your wife by saying he'd go to your company to spread rumors if she didn't agree, or your wife's company..."
"Ah?" I suddenly realized, and the more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed... Yao Yao was definitely not the kind of person who would sell herself for money or power, and the possibility of it being for lust was the lowest of all possibilities, so the most likely one was... but why didn't I think of that before? Instead, I assumed the lowest possibility?
"Because you didn't consider it from the premise of trusting your wife." Fang Siwei once again read my doubts from my expression and helped me answer them. He added, "Of course, this is under the assumption that your wife still loves you. If that assumption is wrong, then everything I just said is just nonsense."
Hearing him say this, I suddenly understood why Yao Yao kept telling me to believe her that night in the living room—she wanted me to believe that she still loved me!
Thinking of this, tears streamed down my face again, this time because I hated my own blindness, hated myself for not believing that Yao Yao still loved me.
"Thank you, Dr. Fang." I really want to see Yao Yao now. It's been seven days. Are you alright?
"Wait a little longer." Fang Siwei stopped me from standing up. "There's still something I haven't figured out."
"What?" I asked, taken aback. Was there some other unexpected event?
"Hmm... let me think..." Fang Siwei pondered, "Judging from your expression and demeanor when you described catching your wife cheating... you seemed puzzled and disbelieving that your wife... yes, would have the physiological reactions a normal woman should have. Could it be..."
"Yes, that's it." Fang Siwei looked up at me as he spoke, "Your wife is frigid, right?"
"Huh?" I stood up in surprise, "You could even tell that?"
Suddenly, I looked at him with a bit of excitement. Could it be...
? Fang Siwei smiled and nodded at me, "I can treat that. Just call me after you've dealt with this matter." He added, "That's all, you should go back now."
"Okay..." I quickly stood up. "Thank you, Dr. Fang."
"You're welcome..." he laughed loudly. "Treating your wife... I'll charge you."

I hurriedly tried to insert the key into the lock, but my hands were trembling and I couldn't do it. It was the same when I drove home earlier; the closer I got to home, the slower I drove.
I knew what I was afraid of. I was afraid that when I got home, Yao Yao would be gone. I was afraid that Yao Yao would be taken advantage of by others who coveted her because of her heartbreak. I was most afraid that I would break her heart and push her towards that person...
"Damn it!" I cursed, twisting my useless right hand hard with my left.
Finally, I opened the front door and nervously pushed it open.
Living room, no one.
Bedroom, no one.
Kitchen, study... Actually, the house wasn't big, just a one-story apartment. I quickly searched everywhere. Had Yao Yao really left me? I went back to the living room and sat on the sofa, staring blankly.
It was a quiet night, perfect for daydreaming.
The morning sun streaming in through the French windows stung my eyes. Was it dawn? I slowly stood up from the sofa and turned to look out the window. The sunlight was so bright… but also so blinding. Would I go blind? The stinging in my eyes gradually became unbearable, and I finally closed them.
I so desperately wanted to see Yao Yao… that’s it! The wedding photo.
I groped my way to the bedroom. A short path I’d walked countless times before was now incredibly difficult without my eyes. Suddenly, it dawned on me.
Finally reaching the bedroom, I felt like an idiot. How could I see Yao Yao in the wedding photo if I couldn’t see anything? I sat blankly on the bed… lost in thought.
Even daytime was quiet, perfect for daydreaming.
Hmm? I think I can see things again, though blurry, and tears streamed down my face as soon as I opened my eyes a crack. Ah, this is it, but everything is still a blur; I need my hands for help.
Oh, I found it—it’s the frame. So, come a little over here, this position, it's Yao Yao...
Thankfully, her eyes seem to be gradually recovering, I can see the outline of a human figure again. I'm especially grateful to that photographer, the photos are really good, Yao Yao's long, flowing hair... um... so soft, so fine.
"Ah!..."
Hmm? Was there a sound behind me just now?
I patted Yao Yao's head and said, "Honey, I have my own way of handling this, don't do anything rash yourself, I'll tell you when I need your help..."
Now that this matter is settled, the next question is: to ask Yao Yao to explain what exactly happened between those two time points.
The first time point is the time when Yao Yao called me and arrived at the hotel entrance. Since I required Yao Yao to tell all the details, if her story was interrupted or illogical, it would be easy for me to tell that it was fabricated.
After I repeatedly assured her that I wouldn't be angry or disgusted with Yao Yao because of this, she finally told the truth.
Actually, it was nothing more than the same few things: kissing, touching breasts, and probing.
According to Yao Yao's own confession, after Manager Lu called her into his office alone and showed her photos and videos, he did everything except touch her sensitive areas.
He used the photos and videos to coerce her, taking advantage of his larger size to force himself on her. In a semi-coercive manner, he held Yao Yao's face and kissed her face covered in saliva; he fondled her large breasts, even reaching inside her uniform to pull aside her bra and rub her nipples and breasts. When he tried to touch her vagina, Yao Yao stepped on his foot with her high heels and ran away. What
Yao Yao didn't expect was that Manager Lu secretly followed her, only noticing her after they exited the MRT station. Then I appeared, so I know the rest.
What surprised me was that Yao Yao still didn't tell the truth about the women's restroom incident, lying that she only helped Lu masturbate. Yao Yao obviously didn't know I heard the whole thing, so her lie was very weak.
I started questioning her for details, only to find that Yao Yao's account was almost identical to what happened in the office, except she added the part about helping him masturbate.
A thought struck me. So the office scene must be true; her narration was very smooth. As for what happened in the women's restroom… Yao Yao's account didn't match what I heard at all, it was clearly a lie.
I asked Yao Yao, "If Manager Lu didn't… you know… then why did you nod and admit it when I asked you if you had wronged me?"
Yao Yao blushed, looking at me with wide, puzzled eyes. "Didn't I just tell you that someone used their hand to… you know? Isn't that wronging you?"
Yao Yao's expression didn't seem fake, but what I heard outside the restroom… I decided to test her one last time.
I cupped Yao Yao's face, kissed her forehead and cheeks, then gave her a long, passionate kiss before whispering in her ear, "Remember what I said? No matter what happened between you and Manager Lu, as long as you still love me, I won't mind?"
Yao Yao hugged me tenderly and murmured, "Mmm."
I continued, "But I need you to tell me the truth. Manager Lu really didn't force you to do it with him?"
I felt Yao Yao's body stiffen slightly, knowing she was still hiding it from me.
Yao Yao looked at me with teary eyes, "Honey, you really have to believe me. At most, I just helped him get it done. I really didn't do... anything like that."
Yao Yao's eyes made me realize that she loved me. Maybe she was lying because she didn't know how to face me? I sighed inwardly. Oh well, what's the point? What's the use of forcing her to admit it?
A question suddenly occurred to me, and I wanted to change the subject, "Okay, I believe you. But..."
"But what?" Yao Yao's mind had clearly been diverted, and she asked, continuing my question.
I teased her, pretending to be joking, "Didn't you say you helped him masturbate? So, his... you not only saw it but also touched it?"
Yao Yao blushed and retorted, "Why are you saying these things? I don't want to talk about this..."
I continued to ask with a smile, "I'm just curious... how big is his? So many of your colleagues later became his lovers, it must be quite large, right?..."
Yao Yao turned her head away, "I already said I don't want to talk about it, why are you still asking? I'm ignoring you."
I leaned close to Yao Yao's ear, "I'm just curious to know. I don't care, if you don't tell me, I'm going to tickle you..."
Yao Yao was most afraid of me tickling her, and when she heard me say that, she immediately tried to run away, but I grabbed her and she shook her head repeatedly, begging for mercy, "No, no... Oh, just like that." She then gestured casually with her hands.
I pulled her back into my lap and pressed her, "No, tell me in detail... How long? How thick? How does it compare to mine?"
Yao Yao glared at me, realizing I wasn't going to let it go, so she impatiently gestured the length in the air with her hand: "About this." Then she made a circle with her fingers: "About this thick, is that okay?"
I was shocked when I saw it. It was about 1.5 times longer than mine, and when Yao Yao made the circle, it was from the tip of her thumb to the tip of her middle finger... Wasn't that just the thickness Yao Yao's hand could grasp?
I was skeptical and a little uneasy.
No, I have to resolve Manager Lu's matter quickly. The photos in the changing room are manageable, but the troublesome thing is the video he has… and most importantly, Manager Lu himself… How can I make him give up the idea of having sex with Yao Yao? Otherwise, even if this is resolved, he will continue to find various ways to harass her.
Given those past examples, and considering Yao Yao's description just now, which revealed that he has a huge penis, I felt the urgency and seriousness of the situation.
Although Yao Yao is said to be frigid and shouldn't be as easily captivated by some super-skilled sex or a thick, long penis as other women, that's just what Yao Yao and I think; it hasn't been confirmed…
I suddenly thought, if he's going to use photos and videos to blackmail her, what about when he had sex with Yao Yao in the women's restroom last time…?

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