The man who sells computers

He's a computer dismantler. He buys up old machines everywhere, either dismantling them for parts or piecing them together to resell. He has a small shop in an inconspicuous corner of a small city, where he spends his days battling with piles of old machines. This business has virtually no future; his monthly earnings barely cover his own expenses. He lives in a small room upstairs from his shop. The room is very simple: a mattress on the floor, a plastic recliner, a simple canvas wardrobe in the corner, a calendar featuring a beautiful woman on one wall, and a small framed photograph of a white, Scandinavian-style villa on the other. Aside from sleeping, he eats, drinks, and relieves himself downstairs. Nobody knows where he came from; he's definitely not a local, having only appeared in the area in the last year or two. He's very fit, tall, athletic, and good-looking. His shop is tidy, his service is good, and his skills are excellent; business is decent. However, he seems to dislike socializing, having no connections beyond neighbors and business dealings. His income has been very stable for the past year, and he's accumulated some savings. As summer approached, he installed an air conditioner in his bedroom and bought a refrigerator, a reward for his years of hard work. By the way, he would be 34 years old this summer. Everyone who knew him called him "A-Lian." One day, a young man came in with a black plastic bag containing several old hard drives, asking A-Lian if he wanted to buy them. Since the shop was short of stock, A-Lian bought them for forty yuan each. That afternoon, he began formatting the hard drives. It was a sweltering day, the streets deserted, dominated by the sun. Occasionally, a motor vehicle broke the silence. A-Lian, wearing only shorts, worked casually at his workbench, sipping cold water. Before formatting the hard drives, he habitually checked the existing data. Suddenly, he found himself drawn to a folder with a strange name—a huge personal photo album, containing thousands of pictures. He looked at them with interest. They were just ordinary family photos. Wait, what's this?! It was… a self-portrait of a man and woman having sex! First, the woman poses naked, then there's a close-up of her giving the man oral sex. Next... it depicts the two having doggy style sex, and finally, several alluring shots of semen being ejaculated on her breasts. Not bad, especially the mature woman; she has a really good figure. Look at that close-up of her vulva; it's definitely erotic. //budaixiaojiang.The woman in the free domestically produced high-quality videos had a strong sex drive. Most importantly, this was clearly an extramarital affair. The housewife in the family photos was not the woman involved in the later sexual encounter. The woman in the photos, with her legs spread and her vulva exposed for close-up shots, was definitely playing the role of the third party. Judging from the background of the photos, this affair was happening locally, and perhaps it was still ongoing. This information excited Ah Lian. He transferred the photo folder to his computer's hard drive. What was he going to do with it? He didn't know, but he couldn't just delete it. A few days later, something happened related to this photo folder. That noon, he went to a nearby fast food restaurant to buy a boxed lunch as usual. The fast food restaurant was very popular, and there was a queue. While waiting in line, he noticed that the woman ordering food at the window looked very familiar... Good heavens, she was actually... the mature woman in the pornographic self-portraits. She walked away carrying three boxes of fast food. Ah Lian followed her discreetly. It turned out that she lived in Xinhua Lane nearby, E502. She was wearing a gray business suit skirt, probably an employee of the State Taxation Administration. For the next few days, A-Lian followed the woman. Sure enough, she was an employee of the State Taxation Administration. Her husband was probably a section chief or some other government official, owning a black Jetta. She usually got around on a motorcycle, occasionally driven by her husband. She had a second-grade son; the school was nearby, and the little boy usually walked to and from school by himself. There was nothing unusual about the family, and the man in the photos never appeared. Perhaps the passion had faded, or even disappeared. One day, someone on the street called out to her. Her name was: Renmei (Beautiful). After a few days, her voice, appearance, and smile were stored in his brain with high fidelity. She could provide him with vivid sexual fantasies; he even masturbated twice for her. He decided to take a gamble and execute his plan to "get this woman." He knew that if this didn't go well, he would have to end his life in this small city and become a homeless person again. So he prepared to "escape" beforehand. Two photos were printed on an A4 sheet of paper: one of "legs spread wide," and the other of "doggy style mating." The paper also included the words: "To get this sorted out, call this number - xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, contact person -""Big bus." I originally wanted to write "Big J bus," but I thought that was too much, so I dropped the "chicken." Then, on the road, I walked towards her. I politely stopped her. "Hello, are you Ms. Renmei?" "Yes, and you are..." "Well, a gentleman asked me to give you this envelope." She took the envelope, somewhat bewildered. He was already gone. When Renmei saw the envelope at work that afternoon, she was furious. After finally calming down, she tried to think about how this could have happened. She hadn't been in contact with the man in the photos for two or three years. He was a computer retailer. She had come to think of him as a vulgar man, and after a year of their affair, she grew tired of him. Coupled with other conflicts, they finally broke up. For the past year, she hadn't seen him at all. How could this suddenly resurface? Was it his doing? No. Making that public would be a blow to him too. Based on her understanding of him, he wouldn't do such a thing. These photos were taken on a whim during a tryst, and she had completely forgotten about them afterward. It's very likely he had forgotten too; the photos were hidden on the computer's hard drive and were finally discovered by someone with malicious intent… She went to the corridor and dialed the phone number in the envelope. A-Lian hadn't expected her to call so quickly. She was very direct: "Are you the man called 'Big Bus' from the envelope?" "Yes." "Okay, what do you want?" "The price is: 10 times of X-service." "Shameless! Just wait for the police to come and get you!" Ren-Mei slammed down the phone. A-Lian felt uneasy: Had she really angered her? This didn't seem good… It seemed she was a woman with some tricks up her sleeve… That night, Ren-Mei thought about the whole thing carefully: the man was hiding in the shadows, and she couldn't do anything to him; besides, she couldn't ask anyone for help with this kind of thing; the computer dealer? She didn't want any contact with him now, and he was actually a coward… Thinking about it another way, the man on the phone didn't seem like a bad person; he might have just accidentally seen her photos and gotten lustful; if he turned on her and posted those photos on the local BBS, she'd be in big trouble; it would be better to meet him first to discuss the terms, and then see what happened… The next morning, A-Lian received another call from Ren-Mei, this time without the same fierceness. They arranged to meet that evening in a private room at an OK bar. To Ren-Mei's surprise, the man she met wasn't unpleasant. He appeared extremely cold, like a cynical, inwardly desolate assassin. He didn't have lustful eyes; on the contrary, he seemed to barely look at her. Most of the time, he remained silent, his eyelids lowered, coldly reiterating his conditions, unwavering and completely ignoring her pleas and persuasion. Her main idea was: "I'll give you money; you can find a woman a hundred times better than me in this world just by spending money." She planned to give him 5000 (her bottom line was 10000). This price was just enough for ten sauna sessions at a high-end hotel. His face didn't even twitch slightly. Finally, he lost his patience, stood up, and said: "I'll give you three days. If you don't accept my conditions, we'll stop contacting each other." Then he left. That night, Renmei dreamt of this man. In that private room, she was naked, and he was still dressed in the same clothes as that night. She lay on the leather bed, and he sat beside her, one hand casually caressing her breast. She felt aroused by his touch and couldn't help but moan, while he remained coldly indifferent. His hand moved down, and she shamelessly spread her legs. He directly inserted two fingers into her vagina and began to stimulate her; after a few thrusts, she couldn't take it anymore… Then she woke up, having experienced an orgasm in her sleep. She realized this was the first time she had felt pleasure in months. In the past year or two, her life had become barren. The passion between her and her husband had long since faded, and their feelings were gone. She had become a helpless machine, manipulated into doing all sorts of unpleasant tasks every day. Every night before falling asleep, she would think helplessly: "I don't want to live like this! I need to think of a way!" But exhaustion would quickly lull her to sleep. The next morning, as soon as she woke up, a flood of daily琐事 (trivial matters) would overwhelm her mind. In front of her husband, she had to wear a virtuous mask; in front of her son, she had to wear a rational mask; at work, she had to put on a cheerful mask… Life repeated itself in this mundane and false way… Now, this man had appeared in a very peculiar way, and it actually excited her. On the third day, she called him: "Just do it your way. I'm only doing this because I don't want to escalate things. If you bother me again afterward, I'll fight you to the death." When it came to the meeting place, he suggested she come to his place. She didn't want to fall into his trap and insisted on a hotel. He said, "Then you'll have to pay the rent." She nearly fainted, exclaiming, "You bastard!" He was silent for a moment, then coldly said, "To tell you the truth, I've never stayed in a hotel before." She had no choice but to accept her bad luck. Then he shamelessly went on to discuss the details. He said that each time she had to spend at least an hour and a half with him and couldn't refuse to "serve him orally, like in the photos." She found herself unable to negotiate with him on these matters. Because she couldn't say, "I never do that kind of thing." The photos were there: her greedily sucking a man's penis… undeniably, she was a slutty woman. She knew that many men saw oral sex as a symbol of their conquest. She also knew that most men preferred lying down to enjoy oral sex rather than engaging in vigorous activity with their vaginas. For example, her husband considered oral sex an essential part of every sexual encounter; sometimes he would immediately bring his penis to her mouth… yet he rarely touched her genitals himself… Men are selfish. The first time was at the Maple Leaf Hotel, a single room costing 250 yuan. She arrived first at 8:30 pm. After checking the room and opening the window to air it out, she sat down to read the newspaper. Her husband hadn't touched her for a whole week, and she found herself shamelessly wanting to thrust her hips forward and let that man fuck her properly once. He arrived at 9:10. Her first words were: "Go take a shower first." His usual cold demeanor was gone, replaced by a hint of humor. He said: "Aren't you going to shower with me?" She coldly replied: "I already showered before I came." He said: "Actually, I just showered too, but to put your mind at ease, I'll shower again." He started taking off his clothes, quickly stripping naked. She glanced at him, thinking: "My God, he's so sexy! His body seems sculpted!" She took out the towel she had brought and tossed it to him. He said with a hint of teasing: "You're so thoughtful." She remained icy: "I'm just thinking of myself!" Just as he was about to enter the bathroom, she added: "Don't forget to brush your teeth!" He paused, looking at her, wondering: "Will she kiss me?" But her expression clearly told him: "Don't get your hopes up, I just don't want a stinky mouth biting me!" After a while, he came out. She glanced at him again. His penis was thick and erect. The sight made her feel a surge of heat between her legs. "I'm so despicable," she thought. She couldn't help but think of the black men in pornographic films. Wasn't she longing for that? Because Renmei remained frozen in place, he was clearly a little flustered. He sat down on the edge of the bed, remained silent for a while, took a towel to dry his feet, sat silently on the bed for a while longer, and finally lay down, crossing his arms behind his head. After a while, he finally said: "Come on, we don't have much time." After he said this, Renmei finally stood up after a while. She took off her clothes first. She had intended to come over wearing only her underwear, but didn't want him to see her wet underwear, so she simply took it all off. She finally came to the bedside like a queen. He reassured her somewhat guiltily: "Don't worry, I'm not a rough person." She said, "Okay, from now on, treat me like a prostitute. How do you want me to serve you?" He said, "I'm sorry to trouble you. Okay, I hope you can give me some oral pleasure first." She reached out and circled the base of his penis with her thumb and forefinger, about to give him oral sex, when he said, "If you don't mind, I'd like you to kiss my nipples first." She ignored him and took the head of his penis into her mouth. It was so big; only a third of it went in before completely filling her mouth. She gave him oral sex for two minutes. Actually, she also wanted to lick other parts of his body, such as his firm lower abdomen, his masculine thighs... and, as he had just said, his nipples... His nipples were big and tempting, really making her want to... However, she was very sober... she had to keep up the cold mask. She said, "Is that alright?!" He obediently sat up, and she lay down instead. Her figure had remained unchanged over the years. He started kissing her breasts. She wanted to stop him and say, "Don't kiss me! Let's use a condom!" But she didn't stop him and let him take advantage of her. She felt her body becoming uncontrollable. Good heavens! His kisses on her breasts aroused her! She tried desperately to control herself, but her crotch was already very wet. She couldn't help it; her body was always easily aroused. When he kissed her other breast, she almost cried out, so she bit her lip. He moved downwards. She wondered, somewhat dazed, "Will he kiss me there?" When her lips touched her carefully trimmed pubic hair, she reached out to try and stop him. But he rudely took her hand away. Then… he really started licking her vulva like a wildcat… Now she lost the ability to resist, because she had to use both hands to grab the sheets on either side… He…Come, look at her. She closed her eyes. He tentatively tried to kiss her, but she pulled away. Soon she felt his glans touch her labia. She remembered the condoms in her handbag. This was something that should have been important, but now it seemed insignificant. He looked perfectly healthy, and she wouldn't get pregnant anyway, and besides, she really wanted him to... At that moment, he was inside her. She felt the floodgates burst, and she couldn't hold back any longer. Shame washed away, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, letting out a loud moan. It turned out that there were so many nerves in her vagina that had never been touched before, and now he had touched them all. After two minutes of him fucking her, she came. It was so intense; her whole body convulsed on top of him, and it took a long time for her to calm down. He tactfully pulled away from her. She immediately turned around because she had actually cried during her orgasm, and of course she couldn't let him see. She had never been like this before. He gently touched her shoulders, back, and buttocks from behind. She didn't move, but her body was soft; her icy hardness had been softened and conquered by him. After a while, he moved closer, his face pressed against her shoulder, and began to caress her vulva. Soon she was wet again. His glans rubbed against her. She knew he wanted to continue. She pretended to be weak and passive. In reality, she wanted it too. Finally, he got up and began to penetrate her from behind. He was so vigorous. Even the bed shook. Sometimes he stopped and, like a wild beast, reached out to kiss her breasts. The sounds she made were a mixture of grievance and pleasure, which seemed to arouse him even more. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders hard. She felt pain and was about to stop him when she heard him let out a low, rough whimper. With a final, maximum friction, he ejaculated. His semen, like molten lava of pleasure, quickly filled all her nerves. She remained lying on her side, ignoring him. She heard him lie down heavily, breathing heavily (or perhaps sighing), and gradually calm down. The aftershocks of orgasm lingered on her body, and gradually she fell asleep. Half an hour later she woke up to find him naked, reading the newspaper. She got up to shower. Then, without a word, she dressed beside him, not even glancing at him. Afterward, without a word, she left alone. Even so, it was clear: she liked him, liked sleeping with him. She slept very well that night. The next morning, she found her life had a new meaning. The second time, things were clearly different. Before having sex with him, she proactively (this time, Ah Lian didn't ask) kissed his breasts, gently touching his scrotum with her hands, appearing very considerate. Next, his abdomen, inner thighs, and other sensitive areas were given the opportunity to be kissed. She remained silent, her expression still cold, but her sensual hands and mouth began to express tenderness. When she kissed him, he showed even greater passion than before. He even pushed open her vulva and inserted his wet, hot tongue into her. He climbed on top of her and tentatively kissed her a second time. This time she didn't flinch: she initially accepted passively, then took the initiative, moaning as she sucked on his tongue, before offering him her own. No words were spoken to express friendship or reconciliation, but their bodies were already passionately in love. Just like last time, after their climax, he lay behind her, gently caressing her. She suddenly asked, "How did you get those pictures?" He told her the truth and then asked, "Is the man in the photos your colleague?" She coldly replied, "No, we met by chance, we haven't been in touch for a long time." He reached forward to touch her breasts, then turned her body back to its side and kissed her again. After the kiss, she said, "You bullied me like that, I should hit you to vent my anger." He understood this was the best way to reconcile. He said, "No problem, which part do you want to hit?" She didn't answer, but suddenly struck him hard across the face. The slap was quite severe, so painful that he lay down, clutching his face. After hitting him, she didn't even look at him, lying there staring at the ceiling as if nothing had happened. He finally recovered, thankfully without bleeding, though his face was burning hot. He sat up again, and she turned away from him again. He said, "Okay, are you feeling better now?" He turned her body back and asked again, "Hey, are you feeling better now?" She looked at his face: four finger marks. She said, "Almost." He came down and kissed her breasts. She let out a sweet moan and touched his shoulder. Just like that, she willingly became his mistress. The third time was on a sweltering afternoon. She ran away from work to his shop to find him. He closed the shop and took her upstairs. She thought: It seems he lives quite comfortably here alone. She stood at the window, slightly lifting the curtain, and saw only dilapidated tiled roofs outside, which she found fascinating. He came over and stood behind her. He pulled the curtains open and said, "No one will see." She observed for a moment, and sure enough, unless someone was standing on one of the tiled roofs. He embraced her from behind; she was wearing a black suit skirt suit today. He pulled down the zipper at the back, and the skirt fell to the floor. She had deliberately worn red boxer briefs today. He quickly stripped himself naked (he was only wearing shorts in the sweltering heat), then pressed against her, his hard penis pressing against her buttocks through her lace panties. His hands reached forward to unbutton her suit jacket and white shirt, pushed aside her bra, and kneaded her breasts. She half-closed her eyes, enjoying it, while simultaneously reaching her right hand behind her to grab his penis. He knelt behind her, smelling her panties, pulling them down to lick her buttocks, then pulling them down again, spreading her buttocks apart, and actually using his tongue to stimulate her anus and vulva. She couldn't help but reach behind to grab her own buttocks, while simultaneously moaning seductively. Then he stood up and fucked her directly from behind. It was rough and hot, quickly bringing her to orgasm. Her body went limp, and she obediently let him carry her to the bed to rest. She finally recovered, considerately giving him oral sex and swallowing his semen. They both fell asleep. She woke near dusk, while he remained asleep. Looking at him, naked and defenseless, she felt a surge of joy, realizing he was actually a very gentle man. She got up to dress. Just as she finished putting on her underwear and bra, he woke up. She said, "I have to go home." He mumbled a few indistinct words, got up, and pulled her close, kissing her. They both tumbled heavily onto the bed. He pushed aside her bra and kissed her breasts. She enjoyed it for a while, then resolutely pushed him away, saying, "I really have to go home." She got up and put on her suit and skirt. He walked her downstairs naked. At the small door downstairs, they kissed again, reluctant to part. He murmured, "I really want to do it with you one more time here." She wanted to too, but she truly had to go home. To comfort him, she knelt down and gave him oral sex for a minute or two before leaving. The outside world. Usually mundane or even boring, now appeared lovely in Renmei's eyes. It's all because of him, because she met him, because he discovered her, captured her, conquered her... dismantling and selling old computers.

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