Shanshan is having an affair

I am a beautiful woman. I don't like looking in the mirror; my beauty is discovered through men's eyes. I know I am radiant and stunning.
My dance training since childhood has kept my figure graceful. My husband has said more than once that I am a natural beauty, and his assessment is quite objective. I remember being harassed frequently from the age of eleven or twelve. The first time was when an uncle (a friend of my father's) touched my thigh at my house. I didn't scream, even though my mother was in the kitchen. I just thought he was a bit ridiculous.
In my third year of junior high, a male classmate, fair-skinned and quiet, wearing glasses, touched my breasts on the playground. Looking back, he was just lustful, not even choosing his spot. I slapped him, told the teacher, and he transferred schools the next day.
Most beautiful girls aren't academically outstanding. I was an exception, perhaps due to good parenting; I was extremely naive back then. I never dated throughout high school. Although I developed sexual awareness, I hadn't learned proper masturbation techniques until college. I always just put a pillow between my legs and rubbed it vigorously, and surprisingly, I felt pleasure from it.
For years, I'd never even considered using my hands. How incredibly stupid of me.
The first time was with my husband, during my sophomore year of college. At the time, his classmate and best friend, Zhengzhong, a gentle and introverted boy, was also pursuing me. So the three of us often hung out together, and Wenfang would laugh at me for being greedy. Wenfang was my roommate, both a friend and a foil to me, making me seem even more beautiful and ethereal.
Wenfang liked Zhengzhong.
My husband's outgoing personality gave him an advantage, leading to more interaction between us. That Saturday night, he dressed up as a girl and had Wenfang bring him into our panda-themed dorm. He even had his eyebrows done and lipstick on. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe, collapsing to the floor, unable to get up. Wenfang went to get him some water and had just left when he suddenly grabbed me. He kissed me, his breath hot and clear, and his erection pressed against my lower abdomen, warm and itchy. I didn't resist; it felt a little perverse because of his appearance.
He took my hand and led it to his crotch, making me touch it. My face burned, I felt the blood rush to my head, and my body went limp. His hand slipped inside my collar, caressing and kneading my breasts. I trembled, wanting to struggle but unable to muster the strength, and I fell backward onto the bed.
He manipulated me like dough, his pants ripped open, pulling down my underwear along with them, exposing half my buttocks, which felt cool. I cried out, "No! Wenfang will be back soon!" He replied breathlessly, "I told her she wouldn't be coming back." His pants were already pulled down to my knees, and his large hand covered my crotch. I instinctively resisted, tears welling in my eyes. My buttocks hurt a little from pressing against the edge of the bed. His glans pressed against me, but couldn't penetrate. He used one hand to grasp his penis and force it in.
I felt my labia being forced apart, and his large glans slowly penetrated deeper. Tears streamed down my face. His lips came over and began to lick. I saw his painted eyebrows, like willow leaves. A sudden flutter in my heart stirred a tenderness, and my resolve to protect him crumbled in an instant. His penis finally slid in forcefully, without the expected pain, only a sharp, throbbing pain, like needing to urinate but unable to.
He let out a long sigh, shifted his legs, and pressed himself against me. I felt incredibly uncomfortable under his weight, trying to open my legs, but my pants were caught. He seemed to guess my intention, and with a forceful thrust, I was pushed onto the bed, his penis penetrating even further. I didn't move, and neither did he. My nose stung, and I felt deeply wronged, clenching my fists and punching his shoulder. He grinned and said, "A beating is a sign of affection!" I punched him twice more, but with a hint of coquettishness.
There was no time for sadness; I had already lost my virginity. He began to move gently, and I looked into his eyes, which were filled with deep affection. Each movement was slow and resolute. My face burned, and my body trembled uncontrollably. "You're so good!" his voice seemed to drift from afar. My lower body began to feel damp, and the strange, foreign sensation was disappearing. I didn't know where to put my hands; leaving them out felt somewhat lewd, while hugging him made me feel embarrassed.
His pace quickened, gradually becoming like the sound of a cat drinking water. A tingling, itchy sensation spread through my lower body, like a feather gently caressing my heart, the pleasure building little by little. But the obscene sounds below made me unbearably ashamed, and the sounds of skin colliding made me want to bite him. He pushed up my bra, exposing my breasts to the cool air, making my hair stand on end. His hands grabbed them, heavily, deforming my breasts and spilling out between his fingers.
But I didn't feel pain; instead, I wanted him to use more force. Each time his pubic hair brushed against my clitoris, my clitoris would throb, and the pleasure intensified with each thrust, climbing step by step towards its peak. Suddenly, his facial muscles stiffened, a hissing sound escaped his throat, and his penis throbbed violently inside me a few times. Then he pressed his lower body tightly against me, motionless. Before I could understand what was happening, the accumulating pleasure abruptly ended, plummeting back to its lowest point. I was a little annoyed and frowned. He pulled out his still-erect penis with a soft pop, like a cork being opened.
He tried to hug me, but I blocked him. I stood up to pull up my pants, when suddenly I felt something leaking out. Looking down, I saw thick, white semen running down my thigh. I felt a little nauseous. I hurriedly grabbed a towel to wipe myself clean, and by the time I finished, he had changed his clothes too. We snuggled together on the bed, talking, and I listened to many of his sweet words. Afraid of being discovered, I urged him to leave.
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After graduation, I got married and started working, striving for a better life. My career gradually got on track, and five years passed in a flash. My company grew in size, and I bought a house and a car. My former classmates had long since gone their separate ways. In this city, apart from Zhengzhong, who is still my husband's best friend and we keep in close contact, I rarely keep in touch with most others.
I teach children to dance at a dance training center, not for the money, but because I don't want to be idle at home and can maintain my figure.
My sex life with my husband is also relatively harmonious. His sexual ability isn't strong, but it's acceptable. I love him very much, and my views on marriage are conservative; I just want to walk steadily with him for the rest of my life.
But he started to change. First, he had a mistress, then he stopped coming home and was fooling around everywhere, which made me very sad. We often argued about it, and even got physical. Recently, he even openly moved in with his mistress and was seen with her in public. I feel even more ashamed in front of others, but I don't want a divorce. I still love him; he is my first love.
Love and hate are often separated by only a fine line. When love reaches its extreme, so does hatred. After a long period of sorrow, hatred finally sprouted. I decided to take revenge, and my way of revenge was to cheat on him.
I wanted to make him wear a green hat.
Chapter Two, Central Section:
The method of Shan Shan's revenge on her husband was my idea. I am her husband's brother, and I also pursued her. Seeing her current situation, I felt a little smug. The truth is, not choosing me back then was her mistake.
Now I am her closest confidant, even more so than her family.
When she confided in me, tears streamed down her face, but I didn't listen carefully. I watched her full breasts tremble with her sobs, while my mind was plotting vicious thoughts. I had been looking for an opportunity to take revenge on this woman.
She was once so noble, so beautiful, so arrogant and haughty. To this day, I still remember the hesitation and a hint of disdain in her eyes when I confessed my love to her.
I taught her to choose to cheat because I knew how painful it was for a man to discover his wife's infidelity.
My wife, Shu Zhen, was the one who gave me that experience. People say that when a wife cheats, the husband is always the last to find out. That's true. By the time I discovered the truth, it was already common knowledge in my workplace.
I wasn't impulsive; I'm an introverted person. I spent a month investigating their routines, installed surveillance cameras at home, and took time off work. Then I just waited. My wife, Shuzhen, works at the same company, and she wouldn't let this opportunity for an affair slip by.
The next day at noon, the adulterer appeared. He was a short, stocky man in his forties, driving a Buick. He got out of the car and immediately followed Shuzhen upstairs.
They undressed incredibly quickly; by the time I checked the monitor, they were already naked. Shuzhen wasn't pretty, but she had a great figure. She lay on the bed with her long legs spread wide, and the short man was on top of her, biting her. Shuzhen moaned lasciviously, writhing as if being tortured. Her already unattractive face looked even uglier because of the contortions.
Shuzhen had always been a virtuous wife. We didn't have children yet, so she couldn't be a good mother, but every time I lay in her arms after making love, the look in her eyes convinced me that she would be the best mother in the world. Because of her ordinary appearance, I believed she was the kind of person who could live a good life.
This woman was now shattering my trust with her actions.
The short, stout man had a large belly, making his body look even more disproportionate. His penis wasn't big, but it was thick. I knew he was the owner of a furniture factory, but I didn't know how they got together. I felt a sense of defeat, as if all the blood rushed to my head, and I wanted to grab a knife and rush in to chop them up. But I had to restrain myself; I couldn't let my impulse ruin things.
He grabbed Shuzhen's ample breasts and played with them wantonly. Shuzhen let him leave glistening saliva on them, happily stroking his hair. She was clearly excited, her body arching in response. The short man patted her waist, and Shuzhen knowingly rolled over and climbed down, her snow-white buttocks sticking up.
My wife had long legs, and when she knelt, her buttocks were high up. The short man couldn't reach them while kneeling, so he pressed her buttocks down, and my wife obediently yielded to him. The two of them were very tacit, never speaking. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of their lovemaking, the exaggerated sounds of bellies and buttocks colliding stimulating my eardrums.
The image suddenly blurred. I raised my hand to wipe away my tears, but a drop still fell onto the monitor. I don't know why I cried. Was it resentment? Sadness? Or perhaps anger and despair? I just watched, as if that woman wasn't my wife.
The thrusts were fierce; Shuzhen was almost completely forced face down on the bed, her head buried in the pillow. The thrusts slapped her buttocks, turning them a pale red. He suddenly pulled out his penis, flipped Shuzhen over, her hair disheveled, obscuring her face. Her body was unresponsive, like she was dead. The short man lifted her legs onto his shoulders, inserted his penis again, and pressed down, folding his wife's legs and body in half, her buttocks off the bed.
With each thrust, she gasped, struggling to breathe. The man brushed her hair aside and kissed her. I saw Shuzhen's expression was docile and blissful.
Her betrayal was complete, both physical and psychological. I felt myself collapsing, my body trembling uncontrollably, my heart aching.
I don't know when they changed positions. My wife was sitting on top of him, thrusting her body vigorously, her long hair flying, her breasts bouncing joyfully, and lewd sounds filling my ears, occasionally punctuated by the "plop" sounds of air being squeezed out of her vagina. They were both somewhat frenzied, breathing heavily like two fish on the shore.
I took out my keys and went to the front door. I hesitated for a moment as I opened the door, knowing that this meant the end of my family.
But I opened it anyway and quietly walked in. They were so engrossed that they didn't notice me pushing open the bedroom door. My wife had her back to me, which blocked his view. I could clearly see his penis going in and out of my wife's vagina. For a moment, I felt dizzy, so I leaned against the door frame, took a deep breath, and then laughed.
I clearly saw the look of terror on my wife's face when she turned around. She screamed and rolled off the short man, curling up on the edge of the bed. The short man's erect penis was exposed to the air, glistening with semen, like a knife piercing my heart. Then I saw his panicked eyes. He quickly grabbed a towel to cover his genitals. He said to me, "Calm down... calm down! Let's talk... let's talk properly!"
I was still smiling, smiling because I didn't know what expression to wear in the face of all this. But as I smiled, tears started streaming down my face. I wiped my tears and said to him, "Don't be nervous, it's okay, this woman is yours now."
My wife's expression changed from fear to surprise, then from surprise to even greater fear, even despair. She suddenly lunged at me like a madwoman, grabbing my leg and crying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Zhengzhong, listen to me, it's my fault, hit me! I still love you, please forgive me this time!"
I think she wasn't acting; she was already in tears. I wanted to kick her away with some disgust, but my leg was held tightly and I couldn't move it. I gently said to her, "Don't do this, go put on your clothes first."
The negotiation took place in the living room. I even made a cup of tea for the short, stout guy. The process was tortuous, but the result was as I expected. The short, stout man offered me 200,000 yuan as emotional compensation, on the condition that the surveillance footage be destroyed on the spot. After he left, my negotiations with my wife continued. Shuzhen resolutely refused to divorce. I told her I didn't want to file for divorce, I didn't want her to be ruined, and after reasoning with her, she finally signed the agreement with tears in her eyes.
After my wife left, I sat in the empty living room, looking at everything in the room. This used to be my happy home. Now the house is still there, but the home is gone.
I burst into tears.
Chapter Three: Zicheng
I wasn't surprised at all by Zhengzhong's divorce. Although I sympathized with my sister-in-law, she was a very good woman, what I couldn't tolerate most was a wife betraying her husband.
But I had betrayed my wife, Shanshan. It was quite ridiculous. I don't know when things started to change. My wife became less attractive to me, and sex became like fulfilling a duty. My wife was perfect, beautiful, virtuous, and I loved her deeply. But I just couldn't leave Qiangwei.
Qiangwei must be her flower name! She was a prostitute, and prostitutes always seem to have a flower name. I don't know her name, only that she's from Northeast China. Nineteen, with the typical figure of a Northeastern woman, and beautiful.
Wearing glasses, she seemed very quiet, sang well, and was incredibly clingy.
I've slept with many women, but I don't feel guilty towards my wife. I don't consider casual encounters betrayal; I enjoy the thrill, the pleasure young, unfamiliar bodies bring. I didn't have a lover; I considered having one a betrayal, until I met Rose, which marked the beginning of true betrayal.
The first time I slept with Rose, I was stunned by her performance.
That day in room 514 of the Dynasty Hotel, she insisted on getting 512 because it was taken. As she entered, she pouted, saying it was unlucky, that 514 sounded like "I'm going to die!" I found it a bit ridiculous; what difference does it make where you have sex? I almost died in that room. As soon as she entered, she
took off her skirt, revealing a set of red lingerie. I was surprised to find that her underwear was open-crotch, exposing her genitals, and her pubic hair was shaved. She even spread her legs and asked me if it was pretty. My penis immediately got hard.
She pulled down my pants and said, "Brother, I'll give you a blowjob!" I sat on the edge of the bed, and she knelt between my legs, opened her mouth and took it in. My penis was about twelve or thirteen centimeters long, and it went all the way in in one gulp. I could feel it reaching my throat, and she even tried to push her face upwards, her nose buried in her pubic hair.
Shanshan had given me oral sex before, but she only licked the glans and took a small part in, and my wife's front teeth were quite large, often scratching me. I had never tried oral sex like this before, and I felt extremely satisfied.
She grabbed my buttocks with both hands and pushed hard, and when I didn't move, she spat out the glans and said to me, "Push harder!"
"Fuck my mouth like you're fucking a cunt!" I was stunned by her, and following her instructions, I grabbed her head and fucked her. She looked up at me. Gradually, the speed increased, and suddenly she seemed to choke, gasping for air from her nose, snot and tears streaming down her
face. I quickly stopped, but she pressed her hands hard against my buttocks, signaling me not to stop. Seeing her pained expression, I don't know why, but I suddenly became a beast, grabbing her hair and fucking her wildly. She gagged, and I quickly ejaculated into her throat. She spat the semen into her palm and asked me, "Was it good?" I panted and replied, "It was so good, baby!" "She actually sucked the semen from her hand back into her mouth and ate it.
I was dumbfounded.
She made me lie on the bed, lifted my legs, and kissed my already limp penis. My buttocks were lifted off the bed, and she took my scrotum into her mouth, then licked my anus. I had never been 'played' like this by a woman before, and I was actually a little embarrassed. I quickly got hard as she rubbed my penis between her breasts. She pushed up her glasses and asked me, 'Will you fuck me or will I fuck you?'
I was a little at a loss and stared at her blankly. Seeing my stunned expression, she laughed, 'If you fuck me, I'll be on top; if I fuck you, of course I'll be on top!' I suddenly realized that what she said was really interesting. I said, 'Okay, then you fuck me.' She straddled me, guided my penis inside, and began to rock her hips back and forth, gritting her teeth and yelling, 'I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death!'" "I never imagined having sex with a woman would be like this; it was both novel and exciting.
Seeing such a pure-faced girl with full breasts, a curvy bottom, and snow-white skin, yet spewing such vulgarities, filled me with indescribable excitement. She was so wet; my pubic hair was completely soaked with her fluids. She squatted down with great force, making loud noises, and combined with her filthy language, it was incredibly lewd. I couldn't last more than a few minutes before I ejaculated, yelling as I came, 'Fuck, fuck your mother!'
After I finished, she lay on top of me, breathing into my ear, and said, 'You want to fuck my mother? You want to fuck my mother? I'll call her over for you to fuck, okay? I have an older sister, I have a younger sister, I have a daughter, do you want to fuck her?' I kissed her neck and said, 'You're so horny, I want to fuck you every day.' She stroked my penis with her hand and said, 'Okay, okay, you can support me, I'll be your lover, and you can fuck me every day, okay?'" "
I fell asleep during our casual conversation. She woke me up shortly after, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her sitting beside me, naked from the waist down. I asked, 'Aren't you going to sleep?' She said, 'I'm a night owl, it's a habit.' 'Then why did you wake me?' She pointed to my crotch and said, 'I've got it up, want to fuck it?' I looked down and saw my penis was erect and glistening with moisture. Looking at her innocent face, I was both amused and exasperated. I'd never tried doing it three times in one night before, and I never expected to get an erection.
I rolled over and pushed her down. Her waist was very slender, almost too thin to be grasped, and her legs were long. My wife is a dancer, so her legs are usually very shapely, but hers were no less impressive—long and straight. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and full. Her vulva, shaved, was flawless, almost obscuring her labia majora.
I inserted my penis and thrust a few times, asking, 'Does it feel good to fuck you?'" "She didn't respond, so I continued thrusting. After a while, she suddenly pushed against my chest with both hands and cried out, 'Brother, what are you doing? Brother, you can't fuck me! Brother, I'm your sister!'
I was stunned for a moment. 'What?' she said. 'I'm your sister. Our parents gave me away. Don't fuck me. If you fuck me, it's incest. If you fuck me, it's fucking your own sister! I'm a slut. Anyone can fuck me except you.' I felt guilty and was inexplicably excited. I replied, 'I want to fuck you. I want to fuck my sister.'
She changed her tune again. 'Please don't fuck me. I'm your daughter. If you fuck me, it's incest. If you fuck me, you're an animal!'
'You're not human. I'm your mother, and you still fuck me. I'll have your dad kill you!'
She kept changing roles. I couldn't take the stimulation and ejaculated again after only ten minutes. I touched her breasts and asked, 'Has anyone ever lasted more than twenty minutes with you?'" "She replied with a smile, 'No, I can make him ejaculate whenever I want.'
I rented her a place, gave her some money, and she became my first lover. She was like a fairy, constantly creating surprises for me, and I was deeply infatuated. I won't marry her; I still love my wife. Shanshan will never be as good as Qiangwei in bed, but Shanshan is the best wife. Qiangwei is the best lover in the world, but she will never be the best wife.
Chapter Four: Qiangwei"
I know I can't be a good wife. Because I'm no longer pure; men only want pure girls as wives,
even though they all prefer promiscuous women. I'm actually a prostitute; being a prostitute is just a side job. And my name isn't Rose. My name is Su Ying. I rush between men every day, and to deal with them, I've become an expert liar, feeding one lover and then immediately heading to another to meet another client. I don't let myself be idle; it's all to earn more money.
I already have 870,000, but it's not enough; I need a million.
I don't love money, please don't laugh, I swear. I will give all this money to a man. No, no, he's not my man; I don't even know him. I only... I met him on QQ video. He promised to help me fulfill a wish.
I wasn't pure when I was fifteen. Because that year I met Qingpi, who was probably more than ten years older than me?
Who knows? Maybe more. But I liked him a lot. He was cool, with a blue dragon tattooed on his arm and a tiger tattooed on his back. Many people were afraid of him, but I wasn't.
Qingpi pursued me for thirteen days. He picked me up from school every day, and on Sundays he even took me to the county town. He rode his motorcycle with me on the back, speeding along, the wind rushing past my ears, it was so cool. We watched a movie and ate KFC. He held my hand as we weaved through the crowds; his hands were big and strong. That was the happiest day of my life, since I was six years old when my father went to... I've never experienced such happiness again in my life.
I was determined to marry Qingpi, have a child with him, raise the child together, and grow old with him. When he was too old to move, I would take care of him, because I was younger than him, and I was sure I could still look after him then.
My dream shattered on the night of the thirteenth day. That day, Qingpi picked me up from school and took me to his house. Qingpi's house was very dilapidated; there was even a hole in the wall! Through the hole, you could see the newly risen moon. Qingpi turned off the light, and moonlight shone in through the hole, falling on the bed.
Qingpi held me, made me sit on his lap, and his hand pressed against my chest, making me feel itchy, and my heart felt itchy too. I knew what he wanted to do; I was a grown woman. He'd do whatever he wanted. His motorcycle was parked beside the bed. I saw my flushed face in the rearview mirror. Why was I blushing?
Why was I blushing?
The door opened, and a lot of people were standing outside. One person came in and asked Qingpi for something. Qingpi called him Pao Ge, and said he'd given it to Erjing. Pao Ge didn't believe him. Pao Ge led us to Erjing, and we arrived at the riverbank. There was a stone bridge over the river, and Erjing came from the other side. Erjing said he didn't have it. Pao Ge believed Erjing and ordered his men to beat Qingpi. Qingpi swore it was with Erjing. They continued beating him, and Qingpi bled a lot but didn't fight back. He said, "Pao Ge, you believe me."
Pao Ge said, "No one in Taiping Town dares to touch my things, but you dare? Strip his girl's clothes off!" "Qingpi's face changed color, and many people reached out. My clothes were stripped off, and I cried and called for Brother Qingpi. Qingpi rushed over desperately, and a knife slashed at his head, and blood flowed down, covering his head and face. Then another knife slashed at his shoulder, and Qingpi's one hand could no longer move."
I screamed desperately, desperately pushing away those hands. Green Skin was pinned to the ground, and he bit off someone's finger. Another knife slashed his back. Green Skin tried to crawl away, but was held down. I was also pinned to the ground; it was cold and smelled of raw grass. Someone's hand reached between my legs. I looked at Green Skin, crying and calling for him. Someone grabbed my breasts. I looked at Green Skin; his face was covered in blood, his eyes wide, reflecting tiny crescent moons.
Someone had already taken off their pants. Green Skin said, "Stop! I'll give it to you." Pao said, "If only you had done that earlier."
Suddenly, Green Skin grabbed me and ran. We went up to the stone bridge. Green Skin pushed me forward, and a stone was thrown, hitting Green Skin's neck. He stumbled and fell into the river. I stood on the riverbank, screaming for Green Skin, my cries heart-wrenching. The men behind me pushed me down onto the bridge. Pao Ge said, "Fuck his girl."
I cried and begged Pao Ge, "Please pull Qingpi up! Please save Qingpi, I'll let you fuck me. Otherwise, Qingpi will die, please pull him up. I'll even marry him." No one paid me any attention. I craned my neck to look down, but Qingpi wasn't there. Someone pried open my legs, and something as hard as iron was inserted. I didn't care; I screamed, "Qingpi! Qingpi, come up here!"
A tearing pain shot through my lower body. I wasn't afraid; I was afraid Qingpi would die. People kept coming up. My stomach hurt terribly; my intestines felt like they were being twisted. I kept calling for Qingpi. The one whose finger had been bitten off urinated on my face. I couldn't see anything; I could only cry and call for Qingpi!
Qingpi! Qingpi! Where are you, Qingpi?
I screamed until my voice was hoarse, my consciousness began to blur, and I heard someone ask, "What should we do with this girl? Throw her away too?" Pao Ge said, "Give her to Lao Qi, let him take her out to make money."
Lao Qi was a brothel owner. He spent four thousand yuan to bring me to his house, and then took me to the provincial capital overnight. Lao Qi said, "I paid for you, you can't run away, or I'll lose out." He stripped me naked and put me on the bed, took pictures of me with a camera, and taught me to pose in various lewd positions. While taking pictures, he said, "If you run away, I'll scatter these pictures all over Taiping Town, all over the county, so you'll have no face to live with. I'll show these pictures to your mother, so she'll have no face to live with either."
He spread my legs and touched my vagina, which was covered in blood. Lao Qi said, "I'll fuck you sooner or later, I'll fuck you sooner or later!" He climbed on top of me and inserted his penis. The pain was excruciating, but I wasn't afraid of the pain, yet tears streamed down my face. I missed Qingpi!
I knew Qingpi was dead! Qingpi had drowned! But I just missed him.
I lived in a small room on the third floor, with only a bed. I ate and slept there while entertaining clients. Old Seven, afraid I'd run away, slept there too. He gave me ten yuan for each client, and deducted twenty yuan for food each day. He said he'd let me leave once I earned ten thousand yuan. I'll probably never earn that ten thousand.
On the 456th day, a new woman arrived. To keep an eye on her, Old Seven moved in with her. I started planning my escape. At night, I didn't sleep, using a spoon to pry open the wooden window frame. During the day, I covered it with curtains until the steel bars were exposed. Finally, on the night of the 483rd day, I pried open the window and slipped out of the third floor, escaping on a bedsheet.
I dared not go home, wandering aimlessly. The scenery along the way was picturesque, but my heart was ashen. Years passed, and I remained a wanderer in the cities. Countless men passed over me, yet I still kept the tiger tattoo on my back in my heart. No amount of sweet talk could sway him.
Zicheng gave me one hundred thousand yuan; soon, I'd have a million. My wish is about to come true.
The wish isn't complicated;
I'm going to kill Pao Ge and Er Jing.
Chapter Five: Qingpi
I am Qingpi!?
(Sorry! Sorry! I forgot Qingpi is dead. Okay, let's have a moment of silence.)
Chapter Six: Er Jing
This woman is my daughter Wenwen's dance teacher. She's the star of this party. We're watching her change clothes.
I'm a rich man, and I've lived in this city for three years. I live a completely different life than before.
Now I have status and position, I'm respected, and in this society, money equals success. My new friends are the most powerful and influential people in the city. Today I invited two of them: Wang Zhongxing, the mayor's secretary, and Fan Cheng, the director of the land bureau. They are my closest friends.
Today is the weekend, a relaxing day, and my friends and I are no exception. We've found the best entertainment!
Shanshan has already changed into her ballet costume. Tight pantyhose outlined her long, slender legs, her high, firm breasts seemed about to burst forth, and her full buttocks were faintly visible beneath her skirt. A hint of shyness lingered on her beautiful face.
Who would have thought that such a dignified, respectable young woman would not only agree to a threesome but also actively request to have the process filmed as a keepsake?
My penis was already erect, and Zhongxing was undressing. Fancheng was kissing her. Fancheng didn't look like a fifty-year-old man; he was well-maintained and still very strong. I stood up with the camera. No rush, there was still plenty of time.
Now there were only the four of us in the villa; we could take our time and enjoy her to our heart's content. Zhongxing lifted her legs up. Women who practice dance are different; she easily raised her legs above her head, completely exposing her bare vulva.
I pointed the camera at her. What a beautiful vulva! Pink and bright red, her legs slightly parted, incredibly alluring. There wasn't much pubic hair, arranged in a regular inverted triangle at the top of her vulva. I reached out and gently stimulated her clitoris. It quickly became engorged and swollen, and Shan Shan began to emit long, intoxicating moans from her nostrils.
Zhongxing lowered her legs, and Shan Shan adjusted herself, arching her back and supporting herself with her hands. She arched like a bridge, her short skirt flipped up, completely exposing her genitals to us. It was the first time we'd ever played with a woman so flexible, and we almost gasped. Fan Cheng knelt between her legs and began kissing her vulva, while Zhongxing drew circles on her breasts through her clothes with his fingers. Shan Shan's lower abdomen heaved rapidly under this stimulation, and I caressed her jade-like legs with fascination.
Truly a masterpiece!
We pressed her down onto the coffee table in front of the sofa. I took scissors and cut open her clothes, revealing her full, white breasts. They were as smooth and delicate as jade, with pale areolas and small nipples proudly erect at their peaks. Zhongxing immediately sucked on one of her nipples, while Fan Cheng inserted his fingers into her vagina and began thrusting. Shanshan's head drooped over the coffee table, her long hair trailing on the floor. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, whether from shyness or excitement, I couldn't tell.
Seeing her being fucked like that, I couldn't resist. I set up the camera, adjusted the angle, took off my clothes, and placed my engorged, purplish penis on her lips. The head of my penis parted her lips and pressed against her teeth. She didn't react, probably not realizing what it was. She was still lost in the pleasure. I patted her face, signaling her to open her mouth. She opened her eyes, startled, and then turned her face away in resistance.
I was a little surprised and asked, "Is this how a threesome is played? You didn't know? You've never done it before?" She paused, a little shy, "I thought it meant being fucked by three men." I was pleasantly surprised; this was a genuine, respectable woman! I brought my penis to her mouth again. This time she didn't resist, only hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth.
I inserted my penis and pushed it in hard. She opened her mouth wide, but her teeth still scraped against my penis. Clearly, she didn't have much experience with oral sex, which excited me even more. With each thrust, I deliberately pushed the head of my penis against her throat. She didn't seem to know how to refuse; although she gagged a few times, she still kept her mouth wide open.
Seeing this stunningly beautiful young woman so submissively allowing us to play with her, the three of us were incredibly excited. Fan Cheng had already inserted his penis into her vagina, thrusting vigorously. Her vagina was dripping wet, and the thrusting of his penis made a "squelch, squelch" sound. Her pink labia were turned in and out, a truly lewd scene.
Zhongxing rubbed the head of his penis against Shanshan's nipples, and I lifted her head to allow my penis to penetrate even deeper, this time the head of my penis completely filling her throat. Shanshan suddenly pushed me away and coughed violently; I saw tears welling up in her eyes. Fan Cheng continued to fuck her relentlessly, Shanshan frowning and emitting moans that sounded almost like crying.
As he fucked her, Fan Cheng asked, "Slut! Am I fucking you well? Are you enjoying it?" Shanshan seemed embarrassed and didn't answer.
I leered and continued, "Did you enjoy it, baby?"
She was a little angry. "Why are you talking so rudely!"
Zhongxing rubbed her breasts and said, "You've already fucked my cunt, don't be shy! It's more fun to fuck a woman when she's being lewd." At this moment, Fan Cheng's movements became frantic. He was about to ejaculate, and Shan Shan's breasts trembled violently under the rapid thrusts. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and pressed it tightly against her breasts, while arching her back to meet Fan Cheng's thrusts. Her face contorted, her mouth wide open but no sound came out, and her buttocks were raised and suspended in mid-air until Fan Cheng finished ejaculating and let out a long breath, collapsing there limply.
Before she could catch her breath, I inserted my penis and continued fucking. Her cunt was hot and slippery, and the semen inside was brought out and smeared on her pubic hair. Shan Shan didn't move at all, like she was dead. Fan Cheng put his semen-covered penis into her mouth, but she didn't react. Fan Cheng pulled it out and wiped it on her face. Zhongxing straddled her head, using her breasts to clamp his penis between her nipples for a breastjob.
After a while, she started moaning again.
We stripped her naked and moved to the floor. I lay down, and Shanshan took his penis in from above, squatting on top of me and stroking me. Zhongxing stood in front, making her give him oral sex. Surprisingly, she had good stamina and lasted for more than ten minutes.
When she collapsed weakly on top of me, Zhongxing ran behind her and pressed his penis against her anus. She was startled and used her hands to push Zhongxing away, saying, "No, not there, I mean it, don't do this!"
Zhongxing pushed her hands away. Her face turned pale with fright, and she tried to stand up. I grabbed her upper body to stop her from moving and called to Zhongxing, "Hurry up!" Shanshan tried to resist, but her buttocks were held down by Zhongxing, so she started crying. I comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt, everyone does it this way, it's okay!" Zhongxing then penetrated her.
I could feel another penis thrusting inside my anus. Shan Shan's body was trembling, and she was hissing as she gasped for breath. The two men sandwiched her between them, her full breasts pressed against my chest, clearly enjoying it. Zhongxing began thrusting violently, and Shan Shan, still somewhat uncomfortable, kept pushing Zhongxing's thighs away, afraid he would go too deep.
Just then, her phone rang. It was Shan Shan. Fan Cheng handed it to her, and after listening for a few moments, I realized it was her husband. It sounded like he needed her to raise money for the company's operations. Zhongxing was still fucking her without stopping, and the "slap slap" sounds of his thrusts were clearly audible. The person on the other end asked what the sound was, and Shan Shan, panting, said, "Ah! Nothing, just playing with the kids!"
Chapter Seven: Shan
Shan He certainly wouldn't have imagined when he talked to me on the phone that his wife was being fucked by two men. He must have thought the sound was me clapping with a child! He had no idea he was wearing a huge green hat. I really wanted to moan for him, but I held back. I didn't want him to find out now; I wanted to see his expression when he discovered the truth.
Of these three men, I only knew Erjing. It's easy to seduce a man who has designs on me, and I even chose the most extreme method. I wanted to go all the way and give my husband the most shocking revenge.
The first to be shocked was myself. The comprehensive stimulation gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. I never imagined sex could have so many variations. They were really perverted, even going after my anus. The scariest thing was that I didn't refuse; instead, I felt an indescribable excitement.
Erjing's penis was very long, and his thrusts were fierce, reaching the very bottom every time, like a pile driver. I could feel my buttocks being deformed with each impact. His expression was extremely ferocious, as if he was about to destroy something.
The man named Zhongxing was practically sitting on my face, his penis thrusting into my mouth, sometimes all the way down to my throat, making it hard to breathe and even my moans were intermittent. His scrotum hit my chin every time, his pubic hair rubbing against my nostrils, making me itch and want to sneeze. Director Fan, who had already ejaculated, was filming with a camera. My lower body was very wet, making "slap, slap" sounds as I was being penetrated. I had already had countless orgasms, my whole body was limp, and I didn't want to move at all.
Erjing gripped my breasts tightly, kneading them vigorously. My breasts changed shape constantly in his hands, and sometimes the tender flesh was squeezed out between his fingers. My poor nipples were rubbed askew in his palms. I usually take good care of my breasts; no one except my husband has ever touched them.
They are very well maintained. But these people are not gentle at all, ruthlessly ravaging them. My breasts are burning, painful and itchy, yet there is a strange pleasure in it. They were rude, their language filled with vulgarities that sounded incredibly obscene, especially those sensitive words I'd almost never heard anyone say in front of me before. Was I really that promiscuous? Was I really that slutty, like they said, a whore, a woman who was promiscuous behind her husband's back, a cheap slut who would sleep with anyone?
I don't know whose hand was touching my buttocks, using fingers to pry open my still-open anus. My anus, which had just been penetrated, was still throbbing with pain, and then their fingers were inserted again. Even my husband had never touched that area. I remember he had once suggested it to me, and I had agreed. But when they tried to penetrate me, I stopped because it hurt.
I cried from the pain while they were doing it to me, but for some reason, I didn't resist strongly. I just let them rape me at will.
Then Zhongxing and Erjing switched places. Zhongxing's penis wasn't as long as Erjing's, but it was thicker and harder. They spread my legs wide, almost making a straight line. This position wasn't too difficult for me, but it still got a little tiring after a while. Erjing's penis was still covered in sticky fluid, which looked disgusting. He wanted me to perform oral sex again. I instinctively turned my head away, but he stubbornly pulled me back and shoved his wet glans into my mouth. It was my own vaginal fluid. I was so ashamed that I closed my eyes to avoid looking. My mouth tasted bitter, salty, and had a fishy smell.
The continuous thrusting quickly brought me to orgasm. I felt intense spasms in my lower body, and a gush of fluid gushed out. My whole body felt limp and powerless, as if all my bones had been removed. The violent piston-like movements continued, and my buttocks were completely wet. The "splashing" sounds grew louder, and wave after wave of pleasure continued. I was breathing heavily; I was going to die! My head was spinning, my consciousness was blurring, and my whole body felt like it was floating in the air!
I don't know how much time passed before they finally finished. I was too weak to move and could only lie on the floor. Erjing was still filming, while the other two were smoking. My face, mouth, thighs, and vagina were covered in the man's semen.
I suddenly felt an urge to cry. I had accomplished my plan, but I didn't feel a sense of victory. I began to doubt my decision.
I had gained immense physical satisfaction, but it was accompanied by immense guilt and an even stronger emptiness. I felt like I was falling into hell. My marriage would collapse because of this. The man I deeply loved would leave me. Would he be furious, ashamed, and in pain because of this? I wasn't entirely sure. I didn't know how much he truly loved me or how much he cared about me.
The TV was on, showing a football match. Zicheng was watching too, wasn't he? Football was his favorite program; maybe he was lying in that woman's arms right now, enjoying his weekend with an ice-cold beer. He hadn't spent the night at home for many days. Was it my fault? What had I done wrong?
I stood up, and semen flowed from my genitals, trickling down my thighs. My legs felt weak and powerless.
I needed to take a shower; I felt stinky all over, the filthy smell in the room emanating from me. Erjing slapped my buttocks, making a crisp "smack." I was embarrassed; his lewd grin implied how despicable I was. I almost cried. Why did I come here? What was I doing? I
never expected them all to come in! They said they'd help me wash, and six hands groped my body. I sat on Director Fan's lap, my legs spread apart on the edge of the bathtub, completely exposing my genitals. They made me pose in such lewd ways, and I didn't resist at all, letting them do as they pleased.
Zhongxing rubbed my breasts, sucking on my nipples, making them ticklish. Erjing parted my labia and washed them with the showerhead; the warm water hitting my clitoris sent waves of pleasure through me. I grabbed Zhongxing's penis and started stroking it; it quickly became erect. Director Fan's penis was pressed hard against me as I sat on it; he pressed my buttocks together, rubbing his penis hard against my anus, the large glans scraping against my anus.
I started to get excited. At this moment, Erjing brought his penis to my mouth, and I swallowed it without hesitation, taking the entire penis into my mouth, the glans reaching all the way down my throat. Erjing grabbed my hair to hold my head still, his penis thrusting rapidly in and out of my mouth, each time reaching my throat.
Director Fan had already inserted his penis into my anus, and Zhongxing, kneeling between my legs, also inserted his penis into my vagina. Three penises thrust in and out simultaneously, making me feel like a small boat tossed and turned on the sea. I felt like I was going to explode, wanting to scream, but my mouth was completely blocked by their penises, and I could only make intermittent sounds from my nostrils. All three of their genitals were submerged in water, and the water in the bathtub splashed up as we splashed around, making a cheerful "splashing" sound.
At this moment, all four of them were going crazy. Someone squeezed my breast hard, and I cried out in pain, but suddenly I felt a strange pleasure, and I was brought to the peak of orgasm. My mind went blank, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably. They continued, and I knew nothing more.
When I woke up, I was lying in bed, and they were still playing with me. That night, they didn't let me rest, on and off, until dawn before they let me go home. When I got home, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and slept for a whole day.
I became very sick.
Chapter Eight, in the middle.
I had been taking care of the sick Shan Shan. This was Zicheng's idea. His company seems to be having some trouble lately, constantly going to City B for negotiations, leaving him no time for his family. I'm his best friend, and my work isn't too demanding, so taking care of his sister-in-law is my duty. Besides, I have my own selfish motives; I plan to create a good opportunity for Shanshan to have an affair.
I've always hoped she and Zicheng would separate; subconsciously, I don't want to see them happy. Sometimes I feel ashamed of these thoughts, feeling like I'm despicable, but that's the real me. In public, I appear polite and magnanimous. That's just a facade; only I know the darkness within.
Shanshan has been very quiet these past few days, saying very little. She seems to have suddenly collapsed, often leaning against the headboard in a daze, her eyes empty and devoid of vitality. This illness has made her look even more sorrowful, delicate, lonely, and helpless. I feel sorry for her, but all I can do is take good care of her diet and help her recover as quickly as possible. Three weeks have passed, and her physical condition has improved significantly, but her spirit has become even more颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, and lacking in vitality). I haven't seen her smile, not even once!
I knew how she felt; I had felt that way before—anger, sorrow, and helplessness. This woman I once loved so deeply now seemed so helpless, like a bird shivering in the storm, unable to find shelter. My heart ached for her, but I didn't know how to help her.
One night, she suddenly told me, "I'm getting a divorce from Zicheng, probably soon." She said it calmly, as if it were someone else's story.
I had always hoped to hear those words, but now I felt no joy. The living room lights were dim, the TV was on, and I sat by the coffee table watching her curled up on the sofa. She was so beautiful! Her long hair was casually pulled back, and a pink silk dress outlined her shapely figure. One arm was draped over the back of the sofa, revealing a few wispy armpit hairs that hinted at something more. There was a hint of bewilderment in her large eyes.
“Maybe that’s a new beginning!” I comforted her. “Life is unpredictable; no one knows which path is right. You’re still young and so beautiful; you’ll definitely find someone who cherishes you.” She looked at me and said, “You’re so good with words. I’m not young and beautiful anymore! Nobody wants me.” As she spoke, she pulled one leg back from the ground, revealing a pale, pink leg from under her skirt, which caught my eye.
“Do you love me now?” she suddenly asked me.
I was caught off guard and stunned. Do I love her now? I never expected her to ask me such a question.
I don’t know why I suddenly thought of Shuzhen, my not-so-beautiful wife. Who do I love? Is it Shanshan? But why was I so heartbroken when I found out about Shuzhen’s betrayal? I used to love Shanshan so much, and I was so angry when I saw her with Zicheng. But do I still really love her? I couldn’t be sure for a moment.
She threw a cushion at me and laughed, “Am I that bad? Why did it take you so long to think about it!” This was the first time she had smiled, a carefree smile. I was still thinking about her question, trying to figure out how to answer. She had already resolved my awkwardness in her own way. I smiled sheepishly and didn't reply.
She gracefully walked over and straddled my lap, bringing her face close to mine, saying in a half-joking tone, "Would it work if I tried to seduce you now? Do you want to sleep with me?"
"Yes! I dream about it." This time I didn't hesitate; it was one of my dreams. I was indeed very infatuated with her body, but I never expected to get all of this under these circumstances.
Her face was very close, her breath warm and moist against my brow. Her delicate lips were painted with a light lipstick. No words were needed; we began to kiss. She slipped her tongue in and intertwined with mine, her moist lips intoxicating me. I carefully wrapped my arms around her waist, my palms clearly feeling her body temperature. Her body was so soft and light, as if weightless. Happiness came so suddenly that I couldn't believe it was real.
I held her in my arms like a child; I was completely captivated by her, no longer considering whether I loved her or not. If women are flowers, I wouldn't disagree at all; it's just that the flowers have different names. The accountant at my workplace, whom everyone fears, is like a rose—beautiful but thorny. My ex-wife was like a white chrysanthemum, colorless and tasteless. The girl next door is like a lotus, fresh and untouched by worldly dust. Shanshan is a peony—rich, beautiful, and magnificent, dignified and elegant, passionate yet reserved.
She was breathing heavily, her delicate face flushed. I placed my hand on her breasts. Even through her clothes, I could feel their fullness. I used to often look at her breasts, imagining how I would hold and play with them at night.
Now, touching them in person, I felt a thrilling excitement. Her breasts were large and heavy. Shanshan raised her head, proudly puffed out her chest, and asked me, "Are they big?" I didn't answer, but buried my face in her chest, taking a deep breath, filling my nostrils with the scent of her breasts. "Are they good?" she pressed, unwilling to give up. I kissed the tip of her nose and exclaimed sincerely, "Good! Absolutely wonderful!"
She slipped her clothes off her shoulders, revealing a pink bra underneath. The contrast between the red and white made her skin appear even whiter. The bra was front-opening, and I easily unhooked it with one hand—something I did often and was quite skilled at. Two jade-like breasts lay in my palms, their areolas pale pink, the nipples small, somewhat disproportionate
to their fullness. She held my head, pressing my face against her breasts. This feeling was familiar; my wife used to do this often. Thinking of my wife brought a pang of sadness. When we did this together, we vowed to stay together until the end, but now we were separated.
I reached under her skirt and bit her nipple. She let out a soft moan and ran her fingers through my hair. Her legs were cool but smooth, ivory-colored. I lifted her skirt, revealing pink panties, small and delicate against her fair skin. I laid her down on the sofa, her head resting on the armrest, her eyes half-closed, looking utterly submissive. As I pulled down her underwear, she even lifted her buttocks slightly in response.
Her pubic hair was a yellowish color, quite different from her head hair; sparse and not curly, arranged in a regular triangle above her vulva. Her slightly parted legs didn't separate her labia. She lay there like a work of art, completely unadorned, and I could possess her at any moment.
But she was my friend's wife.
I suddenly thought of *Jin Ping Mei*. Li Ping'er's husband, Hua Zixu, was good friends with Ximen Qing, and I felt I was just as vulgar and despicable as Ximen Qing. But Shanshan was like a magnet, drawing my hand in, making it impossible for me to resist. After
only a moment's hesitation, I told myself, "Okay, today I'll be Ximen Qing! Just this once, this time, will the police come and arrest me?"
I quickly took off my clothes, though this made me seem a little impatient, I thought it would make me more determined. My erection betrayed me. I climbed onto Shanshan's body, determined to finish her off even if Zicheng came back now! Shanshan wanted to take off her clothes completely, but I had already pinned her down.
I pried open her labia and inserted my swollen, purplish penis, only to find it wasn't very wet inside. I felt a pang of shame, but I couldn't care less, so I thrust in hard. Shanshan cried out, "Ah!" I quickly asked, "What? Does it hurt?" She shook her head and smiled at me, "No, it feels great."
Her vagina was tight; as I pulled my penis out, her labia flipped open, revealing bright red flesh. One of Shanshan's legs dangled to the ground, while the other was bent against the sofa back, a very lewd pose. I was so excited I was almost trembling. I held her slender waist firmly with both hands and thrust forcefully.
For some reason, Shanshan seemed much calmer now, less excited, and occasionally glanced at the table next to her. There wasn't much on the table, only a pack of tissues and her bag. I suddenly realized she probably wanted a condom. I hate wearing condoms; my wife uses them for contraception because she's afraid of gaining weight from pills. Often, just when we're about to penetrate, she'll suddenly ask me to put on a condom, ruining my mood. So I decided that as long as Shanshan didn't bring it up, I'd pretend not to know and definitely wouldn't mention it.
She didn't bring it up either, instead talking to me casually, "Does it feel good on me?" she asked. I didn't answer and continued thrusting. "Is it fun sleeping with your friend's wife?" she asked with a flirtatious smile. I was surprised by her openness; it seemed she felt no shame whatsoever.
She continued, "I'm your sister-in-law, you're touching my sister-in-law's breasts. I'm your good friend's wife, and you're fucking his wife's cunt! Isn't that exciting?"
I replied breathlessly, "Shan! My Shan, I love you!" She touched my chest with both hands, moaning softly, "You fuck me so well, you're so amazing, you're much better than my husband, I love it when you fuck me like this. Now even if he comes, I won't pay attention to him, I'll let him watch us fuck! Let him watch you fuck me!"
I never expected her to say such obscene things; it was such a stark contrast to her usual image. I couldn't imagine that she, who blushed at the mere mention of a swear word, could speak so freely. Her cunt started getting wet, making the fucking smoother. The vaginal fluid was drawn out by my penis, flowing down her buttocks and sticking to her scrotum. Each time I thrust in, her scrotum slapped against her perineum with a "slap, slap" sound.
My pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and I gradually felt myself about to ejaculate. I took a deep breath, then thrust into her with incredible speed. Shan Shan was unable to speak anymore; her body trembled violently, her breasts heaving with each thrust. Only intermittent panting and a few screams remained.
I could no longer hold back, letting out a shout and ejaculating. The instant release of pleasure coursed through my body, and I collapsed weakly onto Shan Shan. Shan Shan held me tightly, motionless, trying to calm her breathing. As I tried to get up and pull my penis out, she pulled me back to her chest, saying, "Don't move! Leave it inside for a while."
I remained on top of her.
When we were dressed, there was an awkward silence between us. She said to me, "Go back, I want to sleep for a while." But as I walked her to the door, she said,
"Don't come again. Forget about today! Otherwise, I'll get angry."
Chapter Nine, Zi Cheng
. Two weeks after Shan Shan recovered, I returned home.
Surprisingly, she didn't make a fuss or mention Rose. She quietly made me dinner, and then we ate in silence. It seems women shouldn't be spoiled; they need a little space. Looking at my obedient wife, I felt a little smug, but also a pang of guilt. After all, I was the one who made the mistake, and now she was the one making concessions. But I couldn't bring myself to leave Rose. Sigh! I'll just have to make it up to her in other ways later. Hehe!
When I mentioned raising money, she just listened quietly. After understanding the situation, she didn't say anything else, just nodded and went to the study. My wife is a very composed person. During the early stages of our business, the company faced several crises, and she and I weathered them together. So, she, like me, knew that the current situation wasn't dire.
When she returned from the study, she was carrying a bag. From it, she took out a card and some jewelry. She told me, "This card contains all my savings, a little over 140,000 yuan. With the jewelry, it's almost enough."
Watching Shanshan silently tidy my clothes, I felt a pang of emotion. My wife is the best; she's devoted to me. I had previously hinted to Rose about using her money for short-term expenses, but she reacted strongly, saying, "Are you asking me for money back?! I just gave it to you and you're already trying to get it back. Besides, where would I get any more?" I felt embarrassed and didn't bring it up again.
Once in bed, she turned her back to me. I chuckled awkwardly and placed my hand on her waist, but she brushed it away, and I deflated, thinking, "Forget it." Then I thought, "It's been over a month since I've been intimate with my wife. She must be feeling incredibly resentful! If I don't take this opportunity to reconcile, she might cheat on me again, and I'll regret it!"
So I placed my left hand on her waist, waiting for her to slap me, then used my right hand to hold her arm and waist. She struggled a few times, then stopped moving. I took the opportunity to remove her nightgown, spread her legs, and straddled her. A few touches were enough to get her wet. I know my wife too well; I know her sensitive spots like the back of my hand. Simply place your palm over her genitals and gently massage for a few minutes to arouse her desire. Today I'm telling you all, please don't massage her! Hehe!
I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away. I followed, but she turned back, her mouth tightly shut, refusing to let me succeed. After several attempts, I still couldn't kiss her. So I said to her, "Let me tell you a story!" She didn't answer. So I began to tell her…
A group of friends went to eat hot pot. There were quail eggs in the pot. One impatient guy tried several times to pick one up but couldn't. Everyone laughed at him, making him blush with embarrassment. Unwilling to give up, he kept trying; one try, and it rolled away. Another try, and it rolled away again! Everyone laughed. He got angry, reached into the pot, scooped the egg out, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it, smashing it to
pieces while cursing, "I told you to roll away! I told you to roll away!" Shan Shan burst out laughing and scolded me, "If you're so tough, why don't you stomp on me too?" She then took the opportunity to kiss me. After a while, she pulled away, saying, "No, you didn't brush your teeth, your breath smells!" I said somewhat resentfully
, "What smell? I didn't eat stinky tofu, and now you're bringing this up!" Ever since she found out about me and Qiangwei, she's often complained about my breath. She paused for a moment and said, "I don't want to argue with you today." I wisely shut my mouth. In the darkness, only the sounds of "heavy, heavy" filled the air.
My wife's vagina was getting increasingly wet, making "splattering" sounds. Her legs were raised to her waist; I knew she was about to climax. I quickly thrust a few more times, and she tensed up, moaning, her arms and legs clinging to me like a koala clinging to a tree. Her vagina gripped me tightly. After she climaxed, I still hadn't ejaculated. After a while, she asked, "Still not enough?"
I panted and thrust again, but still no intention of ejaculating. My penis even softened a bit. I said to Shanshan, "Can you moan a few times?" She hesitated for a moment, then moaned, but it still didn't arouse me. My penis grew softer and softer. Shanshan noticed and got a little angry. "Am I no longer attractive? Can't I attract you anymore?" She got up, went to wash, and ignored me. I was left feeling incredibly awkward, finding it both ridiculous and utterly boring. I gave a dry laugh, went to wash, and went back to sleep.
The next morning, I got up early, took my wife's bag to the company, and handed her the cards and jewelry to the finance department, instructing them to process them. After handling some miscellaneous tasks, I drove back to Qiangwei's place, but she wasn't there. I called her, and she said she was playing mahjong with her girlfriends. Hearing I was at her place, she was overjoyed and said she'd be right back. I turned on the TV and lay in bed waiting for her.
About ten minutes later, I heard someone downstairs shouting "Husband!" I looked out the window and saw Qiangwei rushing towards me, shouting as she ran. A girl followed behind, but couldn't catch up, telling her to slow down. Then I heard a thud on the stairs, and Qiangwei burst through the door and hugged me tightly. She cried, "Husband! I've missed you so much!" She kissed me passionately, getting my face covered in saliva. I pushed her away, laughing, and said, "It's only been a few days, is it really necessary to be like this?!"
A voice from the doorway chimed in, "That's what they call 'a day apart feels like three autumns'!" Looking over, I saw that the girl from behind had just come up and was wiping her sweat with a tissue held between her fingers, which were painted with red nail polish. Rose introduced us to each other: "This is my sworn sister! Fang Qin. This is Zicheng." I laughed at her: "You have so many sisters!
I could never meet them all." I shook hands with Fang Qin while looking her over. She was about my age, not very tall, with a thin, oval face, and wearing a black dress that made her skin look unusually white.
Rose clung to me, and Fang Qin just watched us and laughed. I felt a little awkward and asked her where she worked. She still smiled and said, "Me? I just play with the kids all day. I always hear Rose say her husband is handsome, so I came along to see some handsome guys." I guessed she was also a kept woman, so I relaxed and joked with her. "If you like someone, are you going to try and snatch them?" Fang Qin's eyes lit up. "I can't beat her!" she said, and then went to the bathroom. As soon as
Fang Qin went in, Rose clung to me, wrapped her legs around my waist, kissed me, and whispered in my ear, "Fuck me a couple of times, I can't stand it anymore." I gestured to the bathroom to indicate that someone was there, but I reached my hand between her legs. She was wearing a thong under her skirt. I parted the line and touched her vulva. It was wet. I asked in surprise, "You're wet already?" Rose blushed
and said, "I couldn't stand it anymore because I wanted you." "She reached down to unzip her pants, and I quickly told her to stop. My penis actually got hard, and it kept getting harder. By then, she had unzipped it and pulled my penis out. I sat on the edge of the bed, and she put my penis into her vagina and started fucking me quietly.
I was very careful, glancing towards the bathroom as I fucked, afraid that Fang Qin would come out at any moment. My penis became even harder due to the stimulation of this extremely special environment. I thrust very quickly with small movements, hoping to ejaculate before Fang Qin came out. In fact, my pleasure was also rapidly building up. Qiangwei's vagina was already soaking wet, and her vaginal fluid was flowing down my penis, wetting a small area of my pants. At this moment, I was extremely nervous, my heart was pounding, and I was uneasy.
But just as I was about to reach the peak of pleasure, Fang Qin came out of the bathroom. Qiangwei and I immediately froze there, and the situation became very awkward. I didn't know how to deal with the current problem.
Fang Qin hadn't discovered our secret yet and was still talking to us; "You don't need to do this! Look at how sticky you are, don't you care about the impact!" "I haven't left yet!" I glanced down guiltily. Rose's short skirt just covered our genitals, so for a moment, nothing was amiss.
Rose, who was clinging to my neck, suddenly winked at me and turned to Fang Qin, saying jokingly, "Come and see! We're making love!" I was taken aback by her words, wondering what she was up to. Fang Qin laughed and scolded her, "You shameless woman, don't you blush when you talk? You really dare to say that. Fine, then do it for me! I'm not afraid of getting a sty."
Rose actually put it on my leg, deliberately exaggerating her movements, saying, "You said it yourself, honey, let's do it for her, make her drool." She then deliberately made the same exaggerated noise. Fang Qin's face flushed slightly, but she still said defiantly, "Don't be too rough, you might hurt your back, and I'll have to call an ambulance!" "
I was both shocked and scared. Making love in front of people was a first for me, and my penis was rock hard. Rose continued her rapid stroking, turning to Fang Qin in a provocative manner; 'Look! We're doing it right now! Come and lift your skirt if you don't believe me!' Fang Qin laughed, doubled over with laughter.
Rose, while forcefully stroking my penis, cried out, 'Honey, honey, you're so amazing! I'm going to feel so good! Honey, you have to work harder, or I'll give you a bonus at the end of the month.' Fang Qin giggled and scolded, 'You shameless thing, you don't know shame, and yet someone still wants you.' Rose retorted, 'I'm cute! I'm bold enough to make love in front of people, and, hehe, I really am shameless, don't you think? Honey!
' I patted her arm, looking at Fang Qin while pretending to advise her, 'Stop it, stop it, everyone's laughing at you!'" "Secretly, I was thrusting my penis upwards with all my might, outwardly still joking, but the pleasure below was surging higher and higher. It was all so crazy, I was almost about to ejaculate.
Rose noticed my change and continued to act coquettishly, thrusting hard, her vagina squeezing me tightly, shouting, 'No! No! I want it, I want it!' At the same time, she twisted her body violently, intensifying my pleasure. Fang Qin threw a book at her; 'Aren't you done yet!' Rose replied seriously, 'I haven't reached orgasm yet!'" Fang Qin laughed so hard she squatted on the ground.
I finally reached my climax at that moment, my penis throbbing, and a stream of semen shot out, hitting Rose's uterus. She felt it too, and her vagina tightened, gripping my trembling penis. At that moment, I saw Fang Qin's face suddenly change. She squatted there motionless, as if she had been frightened, her mouth wide open, her eyes staring blankly. Following her gaze, my first thought was, "Oh no, I've been discovered."
Fang Qin was behind Qiangwei, facing me. As she crouched down, her gaze naturally followed, landing at eye level with my legs. When Qiangwei began to stroke my penis, her skirt lifted, completely exposing our genitals to Fang Qin. It all happened so suddenly that I was completely flustered and at a loss, forgetting to warn Qiangwei. I just stood there, bewildered, staring at Fang Qin. Meanwhile, Qiangwei was still vigorously swaying her hips.
Fang Qin didn't scream, perhaps stunned, her face turning bright red. A few seconds later, she snapped out of her daze, abruptly standing up, not daring to look at me, her face as red as the evening sunset. I quickly pressed down on Qiangwei's skirt, my face also turning red.
This was unprecedented! Qiangwei, unaware of the exposure, even winked at me after stopping, a smug expression on her face. She turned to Fang Qin and said, "It felt so good! Are you envious? Tell me if you are, and I'll let my husband have his turn today." Her words made me even more embarrassed, so I coughed a few times, wishing I could disappear into a crack in the ground.
Fang Qin's eyes kept darting around; when people roll their eyes, they're thinking. I guessed she was considering how to handle the situation. Finally, she said she was going to buy something and left. I felt a little grateful to her; grateful that she was such an understanding woman, subtly resolving my embarrassment. You know, if she hadn't left, Qiangwei and I wouldn't have had a chance to separate our bodies so I could have time to hide my penis back in my pants.
Fang Qin didn't come back, probably because she was afraid of being embarrassed to face me? I didn't tell Qiangwei what had just happened; I felt it was unnecessary, and besides, I didn't know how to bring it up. Qiangwei's attention was focused on the handbag I had brought—my wife's jewelry bag. She thought I had bought it for her and was playing with it lovingly. I didn't explain, afraid she would be unhappy; I'd just buy my wife the same one later.
Chapter Ten: Roses
When I found the USB drive in my bag, Zicheng had already gone to the company. I was actually very unhappy today because a woman in her forties cursed at me. She cursed me because I took her seat on the bus. She called me a prostitute. I wasn't angry that she called me a prostitute; I am a prostitute, after all!
But I was curious how she knew. I don't have "prostitution" written on my forehead, so how did she know? It's really strange! Later, I fought with her. Obviously, she was no match for me. I ripped off her bra and threw it out of the car.
When Zicheng made the phone call, I wasn't playing mahjong. I was lying on the bed with a man on top of me. He had just ejaculated and was still lingeringly nibbling at my breasts, which were covered in saliva. I was counting the money he gave me. Three hundred yuan shouldn't need to be counted, but he gave me all small change, including a one-mao coin, which made me count it three times before I got it right. I guessed he must be a vegetable vendor; he smelled like rotten vegetables.
Of course I don't like him, and I don't like Zicheng either, but Zicheng is my big client, so as soon as I get his call, I have to rush over to see him, without even having time to wash my still-dripping cunt. I've never liked any man except Qingpi; I swear on my money.
I brought Fang Qin along to cover for me. Fang Qin, of course, doesn't know I'm a prostitute; she doesn't have that old woman's standards. But she has a good job—she's a teacher! You know, in our Taiping Town, teachers are the most respected profession; even the town mayor nods in respect. Although she's just a kindergarten teacher, if Zicheng knew I was seeing her, he would trust me completely. He wouldn't suspect me of secretly doing a side job behind his back. It would make things easier for me later.
I called Meimei to ask if there was any business. Meimei is in the same line of work; we met at the Jinjiang Hotel before—not the Jinjiang Hotel in Shanghai, of course. City A is just the countryside compared to Shanghai. Meimei and I were treated like cash cows by the madam there. I'm still secretly working there part-time, though I'll become a full-time worker if no one hires me.
Meimei said there's a foreigner she seems interested in and asked if I wanted to work with him. I asked if he was white or black. She said black, and I firmly said no. Taking jobs with black men is the worst business; most of them are genuinely poor but pretending to be rich. Their dicks are huge and long, and after one penetration, their vaginas take forever to close. They're so loose you could fit a fist in. There are millions of dicks in the world, but you only have one vagina, and you have to rely on it to make a living. Of course, you have to take good care of it!
After showering, I went to the internet cafe. I opened QQ to check, but not many of my friends were online. I don't know how to play that dancing game because I don't play it often. Every time I come here, I only play KartRider, and I'm terrible at it. I've never won first place; I only know how to throw banana peels as turning mines to mess things up for others. Even so, I still enjoy it. I was having a great time playing, nodding my head, when the phone suddenly rang. It was Meimei again. She said that the black guy saw my picture and decided he wouldn't sleep with anyone but me, even willing to pay more. I told him to go to hell, I wasn't going to serve him today.
This time, because of answering the phone, I was once again in last place, feeling quite annoyed; if I hadn't answered that call, I'd definitely be second to last! My enthusiasm waned. Suddenly, I remembered Zicheng's USB drive was still in my bag. I simply closed the game, found it, and plugged it into my computer to investigate. The USB drive contained two video files. I opened the first file and saw a woman in a ballet costume posing provocatively. It looked like a domestic adult film. I thought to myself, "So Zicheng likes this too, but I haven't seen much improvement in his sex skills."
I'd only been watching for a short while when I felt someone swaying behind me. I turned around and saw a young boy, about sixteen or seventeen, with a cute, shifty look. His lecherous eyes were fixed on my computer screen. As soon as he saw me turn around, he pretended to be nonchalant and turned his face away, but his eyes lingered on the screen. I scoffed; he's already acting like this before he's even fully grown up. What will he be like when he grows up! When I turned back to look at the screen, I saw a familiar face.
It was Erjing! There was no mistake, it was definitely him. His image had appeared countless times in my nightmares and was deeply etched in my mind. I could recognize him at a glance. I stared at the screen, my mind a jumble of questions. Did Zicheng know Erjing? What was their relationship? When did Erjing come to this city? And why was his recording in Zicheng's hands? One question after another kept popping up, and I couldn't make sense of it.
I opened the second file. It was the same woman again, but I recognized the man in it as Zhengzhong, Zicheng's friend. They were often together, so I knew him well.
I didn't know the connection between the two videos, or the relationship between these people! But I instinctively realized that this was important and very useful to me. Just then, the phone rang again. This time, it was the madam, Sister Hong, personally coming over, begging and coaxing me to go to the hotel to entertain clients.
It seemed she wouldn't give up until I agreed! I put away the USB drive and left the internet cafe, taking a taxi to the Jinjiang Hotel. The taxi driver was a man in his thirties who looked like a thug. He asked me with a grin what I was doing at the Jinjiang Hotel!
I deliberately answered him very seriously, "Uncle, I'm going to the Jinjiang Hotel to find someone." I emphasized the word "uncle" and made it long, which made him blush.
As soon as I entered the restaurant, someone rushed over. It was Sister Hong, who complained to me, "The guests are getting impatient!
You're only just arriving!" I asked which room, and she said number 1723. I said, "Tell him to change the number." Sister Hong got anxious upon hearing this, "My dear lady, stop it! You go first, and I'll find a sign with four eights to hang on your door later, okay?"
As soon as I entered, I regretted it. This guy was huge, easily 190 centimeters tall, and he was already lying naked on the bed waiting for me. He smiled at me as soon as he saw me, revealing a row of snow-white teeth. I smiled back at him and said in a gentle tone, "What are you laughing at, you damn foreign devil? If you were thrown into a coal pile, no one would find you!"
He nodded; "Night! Night!" His cock swung arrogantly between his legs, and he made a series of incoherent noises.
I didn't understand a word he said. It's all because I didn't study English well back in school. If I had known I would be receiving foreign guests one day, I should have practiced my English properly. But I did understand the last word: "bebutiful." I knew it meant beautiful. I thrust out my breasts and stick out my buttocks, asking him, "Where is 'bebutiful'?" He drew an S-shape in the air with his hand. I felt a little smug; I'm quite international, aren't I! I said, "Kid, you know your stuff. I am indeed very, very 'bebutiful,' worth the price!" "
This guy's penis is huge, as thick as a child's arm when erect. You probably think all women like big penises, but that's not true. Only older women like that. They're already very loose down there, and a small thing going in is like peeing into a well—can you expect to fill it up? Besides, big penises usually aren't very hard when erect, not as aggressive, which suits them perfectly.
Young girls like me, with their tender and tight vaginas, like long, hard little penises—the key is that they're hard enough to go all the way in. So, gentlemen with small penises, please don't be ashamed anymore; you're very popular with young girls!
I knelt between his legs, holding his penis and stroking it. Just as I expected, a fully erect penis wasn't very hard. I opened my mouth and took the glans in, but of course, I couldn't take the whole thing in—it was fucking too big. I could only lick the glans with my tongue while stroking it with my hand. I couldn't let him get too excited; it would be terrible if he ejaculated now, because he hadn't even started fucking me yet! I was still..." I had to get him hard; you all know how difficult it is to get him to ejaculate quickly after that.
He lay there with his eyes half-closed, looking very satisfied. Sometimes he would even lift his buttocks because he was enjoying it so much, at which point I would slow down the pace to avoid getting him too excited, and this continued for more than ten minutes. He sat up and started taking off my clothes and touching my breasts. His hands were very big; in his hands, my breasts, which I was so proud of, looked like small steamed buns. Even so, I could tell he was still very satisfied. After all, we were in our country; he couldn't expect to encounter American breasts as big as basketballs.
He was obsessed with my buttocks, like a child who had just gotten a Transformer, stroking them incessantly. I was even worried that he would rub off a layer of skin from my buttocks. My buttocks are really beautiful, and I'm not bragging. Every man who has seen my buttocks has praised them. They are soft and tender, white and smooth, round and perky—absolutely the best of the best.
He made me lie down and started licking my vulva. Few men give me oral sex; most of the time, I'm the one offering myself. His mouth. Waves of intense pleasure surged, his tongue skillfully teasing my clitoris, sometimes flicking it with his lips, and I began to feel something; when I had money, I would keep a gigolo and have him lick my clitoris every day.
Penis insertion wasn't difficult, but after it was fully in, part remained outside. His body pressed down, like a small mountain; I thought from behind, he probably couldn't see me. I felt like a pitiful lamb, helplessly whimpering beneath him—of course, that was feigned. I knew men's psychology inside and out; men crave destructive pleasure. The more pain you showed, the more satisfied he felt with conquest, the more his lust would flare, and the more likely he was to ejaculate quickly.
But this foreigner stopped, asking with a clearly questioning expression if I was uncomfortable. His subsequent movements became very gentle and careful. I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings; I had endured countless acts of brutality from men in my own country, yet I felt tenderness from a completely unfamiliar, foreign man!
His movements continued, not... Without haste, I forgot to moan, slowly closed my eyes, and thoroughly enjoyed it!
This was a feeling I had never experienced before, like a gentle, flowing stream, continuous yet omnipresent, constantly flowing over my body. It reminded me of my distant hometown, my childhood riding on my father's shoulders, and my innocent and naive teenage years.
For the first time, I was amazed to discover that lovemaking could be so intimate and lyrical! He kissed my nose, forehead, cheeks, and earlobes! I was completely immersed in the entire process until he ejaculated.
After getting dressed, he took out a thousand yuan from his wallet and gave it to me, which was the agreed price. I looked at him for a while, took his wallet back, put the money back, took out a one-yuan bill, smiled, waved it in front of him, and turned to leave the room.
As I walked out of the restaurant, tears streamed down my face. I tried desperately to wipe them away, but the tears just kept flowing, no matter how much I wiped, they wouldn't stop!
The streets were bustling with people, and as I walked among the crowd, I suddenly felt a chill of loneliness throughout my body. I took out my phone, dialed a number I hadn't dialed in a long time, and my mother's voice came through.
"Xiaoying? Is that Xiaoying?!"
Chapter Eleven Fang Qin
My mother called to ask if I was coming home for lunch. I told her, "No, I'm going to Anran's." I don't like my mother, I even hate her, especially after she divorced my father because of her affair!
My father is from out of town, a sanitation worker. His marriage to my mother had a bit of an uxorilocal feel to it; he was afraid of her at home and always yielded, which made her even more domineering, bossing him around. My father didn't mind, still smiling every day, but my mother's affair crossed his line. My usually gentle, even somewhat cowardly, father insisted on a divorce, which surprised my mother. But she refused to admit her mistake, and finally, they divorced. The man my mother was having an affair with was demoted at work and left her. From then on, it was just the two of us living together.
Anran is my boyfriend, a sales manager, neatly dressed and... In reality, we didn't have much money. We were introduced by a friend and had been dating for over a year, but it had always been lukewarm. My mother liked him very much and strongly supported our relationship. I couldn't find a decent reason to refuse, and besides, I'm getting older every day, and I probably don't have many years left to be picky. So I had no choice but to reluctantly accept my fate.
What happened at Rose's house today was a bit unexpected. The moment I saw the truth, I felt both ashamed and angry, feeling like they were defaming me, yet I couldn't help but admire their boldness and envy their passion. That man's eyes kept appearing in my mind, and I actually had an inexplicable fondness for him!
Anran lives in a small town opposite the city center, separated from City A by only a river, but... It belongs to City A. There's a small island in the middle of the river with two ancient pagodas on it, among the oldest buildings in City A. The town has many valve factories, making it a nationally renowned valve base. Anran sells lathes, and that's his most important market, even more important than the city center, so he lives in the town.
I didn't call him, intending to surprise him, but when I got to his place, he wasn't there. I had his key, so I opened the door and waited for him. Lying on the bed, I absentmindedly watched TV, feeling inexplicably restless and starting to overthink. One moment I wondered if Anran would bring a girl home for an affair, the next I wondered if my father's remarried partner had a better temper than my mother.
Then I thought about Qiang... I thought about what Wei and that man would say about me after I left, their promiscuity, the way he looked at me when he was making love with Qiangwei, and how he was fantasizing about me. Thinking about it made me wet, and I felt a mix of shyness and excitement. My hand involuntarily went inside my clothes, and I masturbated while touching my breasts.
I masturbate frequently because I don't have a regular sex life. Anran can't see me often; although we don't live far apart, it's inconvenient for him to come and go. He has to take a bus to the pier, a ferry across the river, another bus, and then another transfer to get to my house. He can't openly stay at my house either, since we're not married yet! So we haven't had a chance to have sex. I often use masturbation to relieve myself instead of a man, and it's gradually become a habit.
This time, the feeling was particularly intense. When I masturbate, I always fantasize, but Anran is never among the objects of my fantasies. Sometimes it's my classmate's husband, sometimes my child's parents, even my mother's lover and father!
The more impossible the person, the more excited I get. Sometimes I even lose
control of my bladder due to excessive excitement. I don't know what other people's lives are like, but I feel incredibly perverted. The scene at Qiangwei's house deeply stimulated me. I rapidly rubbed my clitoris while imagining myself sitting on Zicheng's lap and having sex with him, imagining myself naked and engaging in lewd acts with him in bed.
I imagined myself giving him oral sex, how he would touch my breasts, slap my buttocks, and even give me oral and anal sex.
My legs tightened, my hands gripped my breasts harder, and gushes of fluid gushed out. The details of my imagination increased, becoming more and more detailed, and my body trembled. An orgasm arrived with the incredibly realistic scene. My vagina convulsed, sucking my fingers tightly, and a lot of gushing fluid soaked my entire palm. Pleasure surged through my body like an electric current, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my entire body.
After the climax, I lay listlessly on the bed, not wanting to move at all. The thought of fantasizing about other men in my boyfriend's bed filled me with shame; I felt guilty towards Anran, as if I had actually done it.
I wanted to treat Anran well to make up for my mental infidelity.
Lost in thought, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already 3 PM. Anran probably hadn't come home for lunch. He's often like this, neither at home nor at work. I picked up my phone to call him, but then worried about disturbing his work during his hours. At the same time, I realized I no longer had any desire to see him.
I mocked myself for coming here with impure motives; subconsciously, I probably wanted to have sex with Anran!
Now that my body was satisfied, like someone who's had a full meal no longer wanting to go to a restaurant, I no longer needed Anran. How materialistic I was!
I called him anyway, asking where he was. He replied that he was at a factory debugging machine tools. I didn't tell him I was there, just said a few words of concern and hung up. I had to go to work tomorrow, so I couldn't stay overnight. Even if he rushed back now, I'd probably have to leave immediately. I locked the door and hurried home, suddenly feeling incredibly ridiculous. I'd come all this way to masturbate in my boyfriend's bed, and then rushed back! What a mentally unstable person I am!
I was exhausted when I got home and just wanted to go to my room to sleep. I didn't even call my mom. Passing by her room, I heard noises inside. Curious, I pushed the door open—it wasn't locked! I craned my neck to look inside and saw my mom on the bed, her back to the door, straddling someone, her white buttocks bobbing up and down.
I was startled and quickly closed the door, turning and running back to my room. But I couldn't help wondering who the man was. I guessed and guessed, but I couldn't figure it out, and it gave me a headache! What day is it today? I encountered this twice in one day, something I had never experienced even once in my long twenty-eight years.
Humans are curious creatures, especially when the answer is right in front of them; it's hard to resist looking. I'm not saying this to make excuses for peeping at my mother. I knew I was doomed if she found out; I'd not only be verbally abused, but possibly even physically assaulted. But I gritted my teeth and went anyway, like a martyr bravely facing death! Knowing I would die, I still pressed on. You could call me a thief, knowing I might get caught but still unable to resist stealing. Anyway, I went!
I pushed the door open a crack, squinting inside. I saw my mother's snow-white skin moving, still her usual fiery self, actively moving her body. My mother's body wasn't perfect; the only thing worth mentioning was her fair skin. People say fair skin covers a hundred flaws, and that's absolutely true. A woman's most important asset is her skin. A woman a man likes will definitely have beautiful skin that he finds attractive.
My mother blocked the man beneath her, so I couldn't see him clearly at all. I could only see two hairy thighs and a penis that appeared and disappeared intermittently, his testicles swaying back and forth with their movements. Strangely, neither of them spoke, just kept thrusting frantically.
The only sounds in the room were their hurried breathing and the faint sounds of their genitals colliding. I don't know what it feels like to peep, but I felt mostly fear of being discovered and tension, not particularly excitement. The man beneath her probably wasn't handsome. What I was curious about was his identity; I desperately wanted to know who he was. Those legs looked very familiar; I felt I definitely knew this man—it was an instinctive feeling. My intuition is always accurate!
They started to change positions, and when the man sat up, I finally saw his face. It was An Ran!
I felt all the blood rush to my head, and without thinking, I kicked open the door. The person inside screamed in fright, and when she saw it was me, my mother's face turned pale.
An Ran looked embarrassed, his lips trembling, his engorged penis still erect. I grabbed a shoe from the doorway and threw it, hitting his penis squarely. An Ran cried out in pain and collapsed onto the bed, clutching his genitals. My mother didn't say a word, just quickly grabbed a piece of clothing to cover herself. I pointed at her and yelled, "Are you even human? You're crazy, you're all crazy!" I cried, heartbroken.
I was furious, unsure how to express my condemnation. I felt completely lost; I had no experience dealing with this situation. I felt like the whole world had betrayed me, like a lone warrior facing a multitude of enemies.
I ran out of the house, sprinting through the streets. An Ran chased after me, catching me under an overpass. I struggled desperately, but he wouldn't let go, and we were locked in a stalemate. Suddenly, someone in the distance cried out, "Greenskin! Greenskin!" I turned around and saw Rose.
She ran over calling out and hugged An Ran tightly.
Chapter Twelve Green
Skin When Su Ying hugged me, I didn't recognize her at first. That's understandable; I hadn't returned to Taiping Town after drifting away with the river. She was only fifteen or sixteen then, and I remember almost sleeping with her. If it weren't for that incident, I might be married to her now.
We're at Su Ying's house now. I scratch my head. One is my ex-girlfriend, the other my current girlfriend. They're both staring at me expectantly, and I've betrayed both of them.
Fang Qin's mother, He Yun, had already slept with me. At that time, I didn't even know Fang Qin. He Yun was my first woman in this city. Everyone knows I'm a rogue, and it's no surprise that rogues have many women in their lives, but no one believes rogues can have love.
Before meeting He Yun, I didn't know what love at first sight was. I just blindly chased after women I saw and slept with them whenever I had the chance. I thought love with women meant stripping them naked and having sex in bed. It wasn't until I saw He Yun that my thinking changed.
The day I saw He Yun, I went to the hospital to get hemorrhoid treatment. Please don't laugh, okay? Hemorrhoids are the most common disease among men, just like gynecological diseases are common among women. Hemorrhoids are the gynecological disease of men. That's what He Yun said. He Yun is a doctor at this hospital, and supposedly an expert in this field.
I went to her room with a sense of awe, but when I entered, I saw her clipping her toenails, her legs propped up high on the table. Her small feet were as white as peeled lotus roots, and her white coat had slipped down to her waist, revealing a beautiful, pale leg. That leg was long and slender, so full it seemed boneless. My awe turned into amazement! I didn't even have the courage to call out to her, and just stood by the door watching until she turned around and noticed me.
She was startled and quickly stood up, her legs completely hidden under her skirt. She scolded me for not making a sound!
I stammered, "You were so engrossed in cutting them, I wanted to wait until you were finished before calling you." She seemed a little embarrassed and apologized for being so rude.
I said, "It's okay, you're working too! Even though your feet are your own, your toenails still grow during work hours, so of course you should trim them during work hours." She smiled, her willow-leaf eyebrows arching dramatically. I thought to myself, city women really do have more class than country women; even the prettiest woman in our town doesn't have this kind of charm!
After explaining my situation, she told me to take off my pants and lie face down on the bed, spreading my buttocks to examine my anus. Her hands were warm, and her movements were very gentle as she inserted a cotton swab into my anus and moved it around. My penis became hard, and because I was lying face down, it pressed against my stomach.
After the examination, she said, "Get up, you don't need surgery, I'll prescribe some medicine for you." I remained lying face down, and she looked at me with a questioning expression. My face actually turned red, which was unbelievable for a hooligan, or rather, a great humiliation! She asked me if I had any other questions. I said no, and she became a little impatient, saying, "Aren't you getting up?" I reluctantly got up and pulled up my pants, my penis sticking out prominently in her view. She paused for
a moment and said, "What are you thinking about!" I didn't immediately realize she was blaming me, and honestly replied, "I saw your thighs just now, and that's why." I tried to push my penis in, but because it was too hard, it wouldn't go in immediately, and the head of my penis scraped against my belt, making me hiss in pain. She chuckled briefly, then put on a stern face and said seriously, "Don't think about it! Go to the pharmacy over there and get your medicine!" Her tone didn't sound angry at all.
From then on, I frequently went to see a doctor for hemorrhoids. The last two times, she probably understood what I meant and prescribed a whole bunch of medicine for me, and my entire salary for that month went towards it. I still couldn't resist going. By the sixth time, we were quite familiar with each other, and she said to me, "You've spent so much money, don't you feel bad? Am I really that attractive to you?"
I said, "I'm bewitched.
I feel like a drug addict going through withdrawal if I can't see you." She said, "Are you stupid? You don't need to register to see me, do you? It's not like the hospital won't let you in." I felt like I had a chance, so I said to her, "I want to see you closer. How about I treat you to a movie today?" She said, "I'm not stupid. Who knows what you're up to! I'm afraid you'll never come back!" After a while, she asked again, "What movie?"
I quickly said it was "Crazy Racer," it's really good! She didn't say anything and wrote another prescription, saying, "Go, go, go get your medicine!" This time she only wrote a two-yuan box of "Loperamide."
I took a taxi to buy two movie tickets, and in the afternoon I stood guard at the hospital gate, watching her walk back and forth inside. She knew, but she didn't even look at me properly. When I saw her come out after work, I quickly went to greet her, but she ignored me and walked straight past. I followed behind, and she whispered, "Stay away from me, what will it look like if our colleagues see us!"
I immediately understood and was overjoyed. After walking a while, I called a taxi. I took her to "Hao Ke Lai" for steak first, and we went to the cinema when it started. I didn't watch a single movie; my eyes were glued to her. Of course, she knew, but she ignored me and continued watching her film.
It wasn't even nine o'clock after the movie, and the two of us strolled along the street. She said, "I didn't expect you to be so well-behaved inside, acting like a pervert!" I said, "I wasn't well-behaved at all. Inside, I was thinking about reaching out to you, afraid that if you got angry, I wouldn't even have a chance to sit next to you anymore. But if I had actually hugged you, would you have been angry?"
She laughed and said, "I don't know, you should have tried! Maybe you could have escaped while I was calling the police!" I grabbed her and hugged her tightly. She pushed me away and said, "I'm calling!" Seeing that I wouldn't let go, she shouted in a voice only the two of us could hear, "Pervert! Catch the pervert!" and then I kissed her on the lips.
That day we booked a hotel room. As soon as I entered, I pushed her onto the bed. She wasn't coy at all, and was very passionate. When I took off my clothes, she saw my tattoos and was very surprised. I said, "I may appear refined, but I'm wild inside." She hugged me and said, "Me too, I'll show you how wild I am today!"
Her skin was indeed extraordinary, exceptionally white all over, like a
lump of flour. Her breasts weren't large, but they were very well-maintained, making her look like she was only in her thirties. She generously gave me oral sex, sucking my penis like she was eating ice cream, making "tsk tsk" sounds, while looking up into my eyes without any shyness, unlike country women who would spread their legs and say no.
I had never been so infatuated with a woman before. I caressed her snow-white body until she was breathless, kissed every inch of her skin until she moaned softly. She pressed my head between her legs, making sexual movements, pressing my head between her breasts until I couldn't breathe. She completely embodied my fantasies of a "femme fatale."
It was clear she desperately wanted a strong man like me. She kissed my anus, using her tongue to explore inside, which amazed me. She knew almost everything about sex, but her favorite was riding me, straightening my penis, and then thrusting at an incredible speed, making me moan like a woman being fucked!
Her vagina was surprisingly controllable, sucking on my penis like a mouth, holding it like a hand. That night, she "fucked" me until I ejaculated three times, until I was completely exhausted and my body was as limp as tofu.
After that, we had a committed relationship, but she forbade me to go to the hospital, to mention marriage, or to visit her home. She mostly went to my place, but we became increasingly compatible, and every time we made love, it was passionate and intimately intertwined.
This relationship continued for over a year before someone introduced me to Fang Qin. After she found out, she told me, "We're too far apart in age, and marriage is impossible. I don't want to lose you, but I can't ruin your life either. If Xiaoqin and you get along, you can get married. I can still be there for you and see you often. But she must never know about our relationship."
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I told Suying and Fangqin the whole story, and then said to them, "I can't marry either of you because I don't truly love either of you. The person I love is Fangqin's mother, He Yun!"
Fangqin looked dumbfounded, as if she were listening to a fantasy. Suying had already burst into tears. She glared at me hatefully, her eyes filled with despair, raised her hand and slapped me across the face, then left without looking back. She even forgot that this was her own home.
Fang Qin slapped me too, and as she left, she said viciously, "I will never agree to you two being together, not even in death!"
My face burned. I took out my phone and called He Yun. She answered, listened quietly to my story, and remained silent for a long time before saying,
"I don't know what to do, or what I should do!"
Chapter Thirteen Shan Shan
I know what to do! Because I'm pregnant.
I've always wanted a child but haven't been able to have one, but when I heard I was pregnant, I wasn't happy at all. Because the child is Zhengzhong's, everything is under my control, including seducing Zhengzhong and secretly recording him, but I never expected to get pregnant at this time. When I found out I was pregnant, I had an even more wicked idea: I would give birth to this child, and Zicheng would raise it as his own flesh and blood. Years later, I would tell him the truth and send him to hell forever.
Zicheng was overjoyed when he found out, practically ecstatic! He left that woman, moved back home, and took meticulous care of me. I went from being a discarded wife to a queen, feeling like I was in a dream. His change was enormous and complete,
like he had been reborn. I never expected his transformation. I thought, how wonderful it would be if it could always be like this!
Isn't this the ideal life I've always wanted? Watching him busy around me, my heart ached. I was no longer the person I used to be, no longer a good wife. Even if I was willing to give up my revenge plan, I had already planted a time bomb beneath this happiness, not knowing when it would explode! I began to regret my foolishness. Looking back at my actions, I realized how crazy I had been, completely losing my mind.
But I couldn't tell him everything. His tenderness and gentleness made me incredibly attached to him. He had become the husband I once deeply loved again. I was incredibly conflicted, not knowing what to do! In the end, I decided to keep it a secret, to be happy one day at a time!
Zhengzhong also knows about my pregnancy. He'll definitely suspect it's his child; I can see it in his questioning eyes. He knows Zicheng and I are living together, but I deliberately avoid contact with him, not giving him any opportunities to be alone with me. I'm also afraid he'll ask. But I know I can't avoid it in the end; sooner or later I'll have to face this cruel reality. I also have to carefully manage my relationship with Erjing, politely declining their invitations time and time again.
I live like this, caught between pain and happiness, not knowing when the pain will come or when the happiness will end! But who can predict life? No one knows what will happen in the future. I can't guarantee happiness forever; the only thing I can do is seize every opportunity in front of me! Cherish everyone who loves me, and cherish every peaceful day of happiness!
I pray that misfortune won't come!
[The End]
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