Married couples (also known as divorced couples or fallen leaves) 2

I received some encouragement from Junzi. Regardless of what he said, at least he thought I had a good chance of winning over Girl A. Therefore, I didn't give up and continued to work on her. However, I was also mentally prepared to be eliminated at any time. As the saying goes, "One heart, two hands." Junzi asserted that the big boss was a fraud, but maybe he was wrong? The tortoise beats the hare, but that's based on the hare sleeping. Since the Mercedes boss is so generous and lavish, and has kissed and touched her, it means Bugs Bunny is already far ahead. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely win big.
Losing to such a formidable opponent is something I accept. After all, my circumstances aren't great. If girl A ultimately gives her heart to Bugs Bunny, I won't be too regretful. It's wise to stop wasting my energy on pointless, futile attempts and just find another match. Otherwise, I'll just get beaten up by Bugs Bunny's ruthless henchmen and run away in disgrace—that would be asking for trouble. I've only met girl A once, so let me try again. Just as I was about to begin my new search, a windfall fell from the sky—girl A called me one day and invited me to a movie. Wow, how did such a good thing happen to me? It was so unexpected that I didn't even have time to react. In my panic, I blurted out "yes." After hanging up, I couldn't believe it was real for a long time. These past few days have been like a rollercoaster ride. Girl A has been taking me from the ground to the sky, just like Lu You's poem, "The mountains and rivers seem to block the way, but then a village appears amidst the willows and flowers." Except, she's Lu You, and I'm sleepwalking. I wonder how the handsome guys and beautiful girls of the 80s and 90s generation view this; but in my honest 70s perspective, a guy and a girl going to the movies together is a very important signal, marking the basic establishment of a romantic relationship—why would I go to the movies with someone if I'm not dating them? It's not like I can't understand the movie without her. So, when I received her text message asking me to go to the movies, I felt like I'd won the lottery. But after the initial excitement, I felt a bit puzzled—wasn't a Mercedes-Benz tycoon chasing after her? Why would she ask me to the movies? I was still full of questions. However, I refrained from asking: maybe she and Bugs Bunny were having a minor disagreement, and I, the turtle, was taking advantage of the situation; if I asked, I might remind her, and she'd probably kick me, this IT person, to the curb (a slang term for being "kicked"). Oh well, too much talk leads to trouble, so I decided not to ask any more questions. Full of doubt and excitement, the day to see the movie arrived. That evening, we first found a restaurant near the cinema and ate with A, who once again shocked me with her enormous appetite. After I finished eating, I smoked while watching her chopsticks move up and down like an excavator, and I was puzzled: how could she be so slim with such a large appetite? Her waist was as slender and supple as a dancer's, not at all like a woman who had given birth. Unlike me, if I stopped exercising, I could gain weight even from drinking plain water. People are indeed different. Accompanied by the excavator-like movements, woman A asked me in great detail about my income, job, housing, family background, and so on. Although we had briefly introduced ourselves to each other in our online chats before, this time she asked very detailed questions, almost like an accounting firm's financial audit. I understood that she was conducting an asset assessment for the project called "Li Shoujie." Although it was a bit too blatant, I actually liked her a lot and didn't want to lose her by deliberately concealing external factors like material conditions, so I confessed honestly. After hearing my confession, although she said, "Oh, so you're just an ordinary wage earner like me," I could tell that she was actually quite satisfied with my conditions. When she learned that I had an empty house in Zuojiazhuang not far from the movie theater, she became even more interested, excitedly telling me, "Oh my, I used to live in Zuojiazhuang when I was little, and we only moved away when I went to middle school. I never imagined you lived here too." "Oh, really? Wow, what a small world. Welcome back!" I was quite surprised too. At that moment, I also wanted to ask her why she would go to the movies with me when she had a Mercedes-Benz boss. But I held back again—forget it, too much talk leads to trouble, silence is golden. During the movie, I sat next to A-woman, smelling the fragrance emanating from her, feeling the special allure of a mature woman, and couldn't help but feel a little restless. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I mustered my courage and tentatively put my arm around her waist. Of course, I was still terrified; cold sweat poured down my face, and my hands trembled. I was mentally prepared: if she refused, I would immediately repent and change my ways. If she wanted me to slap her, I would; if she wanted me to stand facing the wall, I would. I would definitely turn over a new leaf and become a new person. Who knew that not only did she not refuse, but she also took the opportunity to lie on my lap. My ex-wife suffers from frigidity. In the first few years of our relationship, she was relatively normal; but not long after our marriage, I don't know where she learned it, but she started using sex as a means of blackmail. Since it was used as a means, she had to reduce the frequency of sexual intercourse. As the saying goes, "rarity makes things valuable," and if there was too much of it, the means would become worthless. Moreover, sometimes the conditions she proposed were too excessive for me to agree to, and she would use abstaining from sex as punishment. As a result, probably due to prolonged suppression of her libido, she gradually developed frigidity. People say that childbirth increases a woman's libido, but in my case, the opposite was true. From the moment she became pregnant, she refused to let me touch her, saying it was for the sake of the baby's development. I agreed without hesitation; I didn't want to negatively impact the child because I couldn't control my desires. But the problem was, after she got pregnant, gave birth, and recovered, and then until our divorce, we basically had no sex life. Even when she offered various conditions in exchange, the frequency was only once or twice a month, and those times were completely devoid of passion. When we did have sex, her vagina was like the Sahara Desert, completely dry, and I always had to use lubricant for ages. Moreover, every time I was with her, I had to handle her like a delicate piece of glass, going in and out gently, and if I used even the slightest force, she would roar like a lioness. I once suggested she see a doctor, but she vehemently refused, saying that all married couples in their first few years were like this; that I was the one with a high sex drive, and that I was the one who needed to see a doctor. After being criticized like this so many times, I started to doubt myself, wondering if I really did have a high sex drive. Afraid of being looked down upon by her, I had to suppress my libido and stop chasing after her as often as before. In the last two or three years of our marriage breaking down, the atmosphere at home was constantly filled with the tension of cold wars and heated arguments. Before the breakdown, things were just like that; after the breakdown, it was even worse—completely devoid of sex life. I had to become a monk for several years. Even in this situation, I didn't go out and find other women. There are several reasons why I've kept it all to myself: First, I received a proper education from a young age and have always been very disciplined in matters of sex, always viewing infidelity as immoral; second, I've only ever been with one woman in my life, my ex-wife, so there's no comparison, and I believed her when she said all women are like that; third, I have a homebody personality, I'm not proactive, and I always instinctively avoid women, thus missing many opportunities to seduce or be seduced by them. However, while my suffering is nothing, my little brother has suffered greatly. For so many years, he's been thirsty for love, receiving almost no attention. Now that we're divorced, my little brother is finally free. When a beautiful young woman lay on top of my penis, through a thin layer of pants, it could feel her warm, moist breath, and instantly swelled up like a blood-sucking locust. This surprised me. Years of being a monk had long since erased my memory of sex, and my penis, like Mount Fuji, had been dormant for a long time. How could it be awakened in a few seconds, like the prelude to a powerful eruption? However, the thought of getting an erection in front of a young woman I'd only met twice made me feel incredibly embarrassed. So, I desperately tried to distract myself, forcing the towering images of revolutionary martyrs like Lei Feng, Liu Hulan, Qiu Shaoyun, and Dong Cunrui into my mind. Unfortunately, I was so naive and innocent, while my little brother was incredibly lewd and violent. He completely disregarded the noble sentiments of these revolutionary martyrs, remaining as firm as the RMB, and getting firmer and firmer. Girl A, lying on top of me, could definitely feel the vitality of my little brother. Damn, this is so embarrassing! If I had known it was this useless, I would have left it at home and never brought it out to play. Girl A, on the other hand, remained calm about my little brother's vigorous throbbing. She didn't say anything, still lying on my lap, continuing to breathe warm, moist air onto my little brother. Her composure somewhat eased my tension. If she doesn't care, why should I? I just let my little brother do his warm-up dance. Ah, passionate April, dancing Beijing. Girl A lay on top of me for about half an hour, and my little brother was like hard currency for half an hour. Finally, Girl A got up, and I immediately felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief. Just as I was about to concentrate on watching the movie, Girl A suddenly leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You're being very indecent!" My face instantly burned with embarrassment, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead again. I'm innocent! I really didn't mean to be indecent, but I just couldn't control my little brother! Who told you to lie on top of my little brother? If it's like this and my little brother still doesn't respond, then I'll have to go see the old army doctor, right? So, I was on tenterhooks, very afraid that my bad behavior had ruined things—maybe Girl A would dump me as soon as she saw me being so indecent—that would be so unfair! However, the ending surprised me greatly. After watching the movie, I was still shaken and intended to take her straight home and explain that I really didn't intend to do anything dishonest. But after she got in the car, she suddenly asked me, "You said your house in Zuojiazhuang is nearby?" "Oh, yes, yes," I quickly replied. She then asked, "Would it be convenient to come and take a look?""Convenient, of course convenient!" I nodded repeatedly. How could it not be convenient? Only a fool would say it wasn't convenient at this time. So the two of them, a lone man and a lone woman, went to my old residence. My old house in Zuojiazhuang was where my ex-wife and I lived together, and it was also my nightmare. The nightmare would end in the morning. Although the house was given to me according to the divorce agreement, I really didn't want to face those painful memories again; moreover, the house that was allocated to my ex-wife at the time of the divorce wouldn't be available for a while because the tenant hadn't moved out yet, and according to the agreement, she would have to live there for another month. So, on the third day after receiving the divorce certificate, I took a few commonly used clothes and moved to the house I live in now, Tuanjiehu. I left. A month later, my ex-wife moved out, and I never went back to Zuojiazhuang even for a glance, leaving it empty. I accompanied Ms. A to my old house. Entering and turning on the lights, I found the house a complete mess, as if it had been ransacked by the Red Guards. But I wasn't surprised at all; that's just how my ex-wife was. She had terrible hygiene habits and rarely tidied up, especially since this was the divorce property she'd been given to me. Seeing the mess, I felt embarrassed and quickly explained, "Uh… I haven't been back since the divorce. My ex-wife stayed here alone… for a month… she probably didn't clean up before she left." “Tsk tsk tsk,” Woman A wandered around the house, a look of disdain on her face. “Your ex-wife is really something else. Such a nice house, and she can ruin it like this.” Then she said to me, “Excuse me, can I use your bathroom?” “Of course, of course,” I quickly agreed. Then, while Woman A went to the bathroom, I quickly took out a cigarette and lit it. Not long after, Woman A came out of the bathroom and said, “My God, your toilet is so dirty. I have to scrub it for you before I use it. It’s strange how your ex-wife could sit on it when she lived there alone.” “Uh… that’s just how she is, bad habits.” I also felt quite embarrassed. “Tsk tsk, it’s hard to imagine that you could tolerate someone like that for ten years.” "Woman A crossed her arms and inspected the spacious 180-square-meter house, her eyes shining with excitement: 'Why don't you live in such a comfortable house now?' At that moment, I noticed again that her gait was very elegant, clearly trained. I replied, 'I don't want to live here. Stepping into this house makes me think of all those things from the past.' Woman A smiled and said, 'That's true, but you can only do this if you have certain conditions. We can't. Even after the divorce, we still have to live in the old house. We have nowhere to go.' After saying that, Woman A walked generously into the master bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and said to me, 'Oh dear, these shoes I'm wearing today have really high heels. I'm quite tired from walking. Could I... lie down on your bed for a bit?' What? Lie down for a bit? I was more than happy to oblige and quickly said, 'Sure, of course. Do as you please.'" "With my permission, woman A took off her high heels. She first sat down and rubbed her aching feet, then half-reclined on the bed, looking at the decorative ceiling light, and said to me, 'Hey, the lights in your house are quite pretty, very unique.' 'Yeah, hehe, right?' I smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with her praise. At this point in the conversation, woman A closed her eyes, her expression clearly waiting for something to happen. Although I'm usually honest, at this moment, seeing such a voluptuous and beautiful young woman lying on my bed, exuding the alluring charm of a mature woman, I didn't want to be honest anymore. Damn it, anyway, I'm divorced, there's no longer that damn piece of paper binding me. As long as it's consensual, I have..." The power to decide who to sleep with. Thinking of this, I grew bolder and got into bed too. Anyway, it was the middle of the night, a lone man and woman in my own home, so I wasn't afraid of being seen or embarrassed. Besides, I'd already succeeded in my initial test at the movie theater, so I was now even more daring. Once in bed, I naturally hugged A, and she didn't push me away. So, I started caressing A's body, from her face to her neck, from her neck to her breasts, and from her breasts to her vulva.

Sigh, it's been years since I've touched a woman like this. Everyone says women appreciate caresses, but I got the opposite from my ex-wife.
For so many years, she hated it when I touched her; she would push me away the moment I touched her, and even wanted to sleep in separate beds at night. Faced with my increasingly provocative advances, A didn't show the slightest resistance or disgust. Instead, she closed her eyes slightly and moaned softly, indicating that she enjoyed it.

Encouraged by her tacit approval, I became bolder, from a mouse's courage to a dog's, and from a dog's courage to a leopard's. As I touched her, it turned into kissing, and as I
kissed, I started taking off her clothes. As I was taking off her clothes, A suddenly did a somersault, kneeling on the bed, sticking out her big, round, and white buttocks. The meaning was clear: she wanted me to have sex with her from behind. Faced with such a wonderful opportunity, any normal man would surely be tempted to try, right? But at the crucial moment, I faltered; my erect penis instantly went limp. Why? I was terrified. I've always been quite conservative in my views on sex, and I've always been chaste. Although I unfortunately married a frigid wife, I've always upheld my moral integrity and never slept with other women. In the first half of my life, I've only slept with one woman, my ex-wife; and only in one position, missionary.

It's not that I'm bad at arousing a woman's desire; in my youth, I watched a lot of pornographic films, and I knew all the positions and techniques inside and out. I even suggested to my ex-wife many times that we try other positions. The problem was, she was sexually frigid and resolutely refused to try; not only that, she belittled me as a lecherous slut obsessed with low-level pleasures. Now, this beautiful woman, a complete stranger just a month ago, was sticking her ass out and waiting to be fucked in front of me—I'd never seen anything like it! So, it scared me. That's how it is with these things; the more anxious and afraid you are, the less likely it is to work. I tried several times without success. Finally, I had to give up, feeling ashamed and dejected. At that moment, cold sweat poured down my face; I felt utterly humiliated, terrified that she would laugh at me for being a useless pretty face.

But her reaction surprised me. She didn't laugh at me; instead, she slowly began to stroke my penis with her hand. She was, after all, a woman, and a beautiful one at that. Having been sexually frustrated for a long time, I actually needed a woman's comfort.

So, under her gentle caresses, I gradually became semi-erect again. Seeing this, the woman, seizing the opportunity, simply started giving me a blowjob. I never imagined that blowjobs, which I'd only ever seen in porn, would feel so good!

It seems that seeing a pig run and actually eating it are completely different experiences. This was the first time in my life I'd ever experienced such pleasure; it felt amazing!

It was amazing, but unfortunately… this made me feel both excited and sensually satisfied, but also paralyzed, leaving me semi-erect, unable to get an erection no matter how much the woman tried.

Seeing this, I had a sudden inspiration and simply pinned the woman down (I'm quite familiar with this traditional position) and used my hand to force my half-erect penis inside. But my penis was utterly useless; it only struggled a couple of times inside her before ejaculating. Damn it, this spineless little thing! Just now in the movie, when it was my turn to be honest, you were the smoothest thing ever, but now that it's your turn, you're letting me down again. All those years of pampering you have been for nothing.

Frustratingly, I've never had this happen before. I've always been as strong as an ox; during my routine sex with my frigid ex-wife, I could stay hard for at least twenty minutes, inside and out. Why the hell did I fail so miserably this time? At this point, I have to explain what "hard inside and out" means.

Well, it's like this: My frigid ex-wife had a strange quirk: whenever she got aroused, she'd kick me out of the room, not allowing me to stay inside for even a minute longer. The problem was, I didn't know if she was really aroused or just pretending, but she always got aroused in just a few minutes. So, I had to pull out my "gun" and masturbate outside.

Therefore, my already meager sex life had to be further reduced to a blood-pumping, discounted price—three minutes inside and seventeen minutes of masturbation outside.

For those almost monthly three minutes of pleasure, I had to pay a heavy price in terms of money or labor, either promising to buy her this or that, writing her unit's statistical reports, ghostwriting her graduate thesis, or sending money to her family, and so on.

Damn, those were truly inhuman days. I can count the number of times I've had sex in the last ten years on my fingers. Anyway, enough of the bitterness, let's shift the scene to woman A. Although our first time making love ended in a disastrous failure, making me feel incredibly embarrassed, woman A's patience touched me.

Compared to my hot-tempered ex-wife, woman A seemed very feminine, a kind of femininity I genuinely liked and longed for. It was this longing that made me unwilling to give up so easily. Instead of rushing to put my clothes on, I continued to lie naked with her on the bed, talking.

As I talked to A, I caressed her private parts. A's vulva was only the second woman's private area I had ever seen in my life. I was filled with curiosity: how would other women differ from my ex-wife?

Indeed, there was a big difference. First of all, A's vulva was wet and slippery, like a water curtain, much more vibrant than my ex-wife's dry, old well. Secondly, A's two large, fleshy labia were different from my ex-wife's; they were thick and full, while my ex-wife's were shriveled and indistinguishable from two pieces of paper.

What was even more amazing was that A's small, fleshy lips were incredibly long, easily two or three centimeters long, soft, moist, and uniquely elastic, with a wonderful feel—silky smooth like Dove chocolate. One taste, and it was absolutely delicious, no less than Nescafé.

After the voyeuristic adventure concluded successfully, I happily lit a Zhongnanhai cigarette, and A asked me for one too. After taking a puff, she glanced at the label and asked in surprise, "You smoke this?"

A pack of Zhongnanhai, costing four or five yuan, was considered a low-end cigarette, and she found it strange that a man living in such a large house and earning two or three hundred thousand yuan a year would smoke such a cheap cigarette. I replied nonchalantly, "I'm used to it. With things like cigarettes and alcohol, it's not about the price, it's about whether I'm used to it or not." "Right, that's true, you get used to it," the woman agreed. Then, as if remembering something, she asked me in a teasing tone, "You were lying there looking down at me for so long, what did you see?" My face flushed, and I chuckled awkwardly, saying, "I saw your petals, so tempting." "Where's the most tempting part?" the woman continued, wanting to hear my praise. "Uh..." Faced with her aggressive teasing, I felt even more embarrassed, but then I thought, what's there to be embarrassed about? Let her say it, it's just the two of us here anyway, she doesn't care, so why should I? So I mustered my courage and said, "Your two little fleshy lips are so beautiful, it feels so good to have them in my mouth." "Really?" Upon hearing my words, woman A suddenly rolled over, squatted down on my face, and brought her plump vulva to my mouth, saying, "Then suck it again, and I'll make you feel good." I obediently took her two little fleshy lips into my mouth, pinching them hard with my lips and gently biting them with my teeth, pulling the two pink little fleshy lips long, making "pop pop" sounds.

Woman A first squatted on me and moaned, then sat down. Seeing this, I used the tip of my tongue to part the two little fleshy lips and went deep into the hole in the middle, moving back and forth.

But when she sat on my face, I couldn't breathe. After licking for a while, I couldn't take it anymore, so I lifted her buttocks with my hand and said, "I can't take it anymore, I can't breathe." Hearing this, she sat down hard on my mouth again, wriggling her buttocks twice before rolling off. She picked up the half-smoked cigarette from the ashtray on the bedside table and continued smoking, talking to me. "Do you like my body?" she asked, taking a deep drag of her cigarette and exhaling the smoke into my mouth. "Yes, I love it so much." I also picked up the half-smoked cigarette from the ashtray and took a drag, answering with satisfaction, "Your body is simply exquisite, it's intoxicating."

This wasn't a lie; after suffering from frigidity for so many years, I truly craved this kind of stimulating sex, feeling insatiable and ecstatic.

“Then you’re all mine,” the woman readily replied, taking another drag of her cigarette. She clearly enjoyed my praise. “You’re lucky you met me. You can do whatever you want with me from now on.” The two chatted like this, enjoying the lewdness of their words, the wildness of their hearts, and the indulgence of their bodies. After finishing one cigarette, still wanting more, they lit another. As they talked, I suddenly thought of that Mercedes-Benz boss.

Suddenly, it dawned on me, as if a thunderbolt had struck me. My friend was absolutely right: I, Li Shoujie, am the real boss in this PK game, the only participant in this tortoise and the hare race.

However, out of politeness, I didn’t point it out, because I still harbored hopes of settling down, and I wanted to save face for him. Of course, she deceived my feelings, so I had to get a little revenge.

So, I played a prank, pinching her little flesh with my middle and index fingers, stretching it several centimeters until I couldn't stretch it any further, and then asked her, "Tell me, why did you ultimately choose me instead of the big boss?" The girl, hurt by my pinching, frowned and groaned as she answered, "Ah...it hurts so much! Couldn't you have pinched me a little lighter? Ah...I chose you because I think you're the most sincere, the most honest..." You also take the best care of my self-esteem. Ah...ah...it hurts so much! The big boss is rich, but he always talks to me in that arrogant tone, as if everything I do has to be done his way. Ah...he thinks he's so great just because he's rich. He's too domineering. I don't want to live like a submissive wife from the old society. Although I knew she was making it up, her words still touched me a little. After all, I'm a virgin, and virgins are easily moved.

I even thought that even if there really was such a big boss, she would still choose me. She would definitely choose someone who truly loves and cares for her, not someone based on money and material possessions. I could believe she was that kind of person. If so, then she's really great; she's the one I've been looking for.

Moved by this experience, after resting for an hour, I roused myself and got back into the game. This time, I had accepted this woman psychologically, so I regained my strength, and with the help of her slippery vulva, I thrust straight in with a "plop."

She let out a heartfelt moan, her labia tightly gripping my penis, even my testicles, giving me an incredibly pleasurable sensation. After dozens of rounds, she finally reached orgasm with a "ahhh."

She was truly skilled in bed. At the beginning of her orgasm, I thought I was still far from reaching my climax, but then she suddenly clenched and contracted, a warm current washing over my penis, instantly sending me into a frenzy of pleasure. I too surrendered with a "ahhh" of pleasure. Living with my ex-wife for ten years, I never experienced such wonderful, comfortable, exciting, or thrilling sex. My ex-wife was a complete dead fish in bed; she'd moan and groan for ages, then impatiently urge me to finish, and she'd stubbornly stick to the missionary position for a hundred years. Back

then, sex was rarer than desert plants, and utterly tasteless. It forced me, a mature man in my thirties, to rely on masturbation every day.

But this woman, on her first fuck, was already using positions like blowjob, doggy style, and backspinning—positions and methods usually only seen in porn—with ease. Her technique was masterful.

I was so happy at that moment! I felt truly liberated, at least I had met a woman who could truly be called a woman! Afterwards, I was extremely satisfied and excited. We rested in bed for about ten minutes, each smoking a cigarette. Then, we went to the bathroom together to wash off the bodily fluids. In the bathroom, while drying herself, A said to me, "My son is home alone today, and I'm worried about him, so I can't stay with you tonight." "Oh, okay, okay, I'll take you home," I quickly replied, expressing my understanding. I thought to myself: What a good mother, enjoying sex with me so much while still taking care of her child. A dried herself off, got dressed, and went to the dressing table to comb her hair. At this moment, she noticed some used and nearly used cosmetic boxes left behind by my ex-wife when she moved out. They were all from international brands like Lanc?me, Estée Lauder, CD, and Chanel. "These are your ex-wife's things?" Woman A asked, looking at the pile of bottles and jars scattered about. I nodded and replied, "Yes, they are." Before, when I chatted with Woman A on QQ, she had seriously asked me about the reasons for our divorce. I told her a lot, one of which was that my ex-wife was too materialistic. My ex-wife was a "spendthrift," with a morbid obsession with luxury goods. She compared herself to others every day, firmly believing that only by using more expensive things could she demonstrate her so-called "urban white-collar" taste. Her cosmetics couldn't be cheaper than Lancome, her clothes couldn't be worse than Ports, and her bags couldn't be inferior to Louis Vuitton. The problem was, she not only cared about quality but also quantity, constantly spending money at shopping malls every month. Moreover, she had a principle: she had to spend all her five or six thousand yuan salary on herself, never contributing a single penny to household expenses. This had been her consistent practice since we got married, and even since she started working. Although we both had decent jobs and a relatively comfortable lifestyle, not worrying too much about money, her irresponsible attitude towards the family infuriated me. I was dissatisfied with my ex-wife, and she was dissatisfied with me. She believes that men should support women. She only spends her own salary and doesn't use much of my salary to buy clothes and cosmetics for herself, which is quite good. In her mind, her salary is "my own money," while my salary is "our family's money." Her views are too stubborn; no amount of persuasion or arguing can persuade her. So, we often argue about this, and she always manages to use a trump card that leaves me speechless: "If you're a grown man and can't even support your wife, are you even a man?" Since becoming a man, I've been most afraid of being told I'm "not a man," so when she accuses me like this, I usually have no choice but to back down. So many times, she discovered my weakness. Whenever I pushed her into a corner, she would use the phrase "Are you still a man?" to get the upper hand unexpectedly, so that I could not gain the upper hand even once. Later, I didn't bother to quarrel with her anymore. My ex-wife was always in charge of the family's money. She still lost "her own money" every month. I just pretended not to see it. Later, not long after our divorce, she suddenly sent me a text message, which said: Shoujie, I attended a lecture by a marriage expert yesterday. He said that when couples quarrel, it is most taboo to use words such as "Are you a man?" and "Everyone is better than you" to hurt each other. I didn't do this well enough in the past. I apologize to you. Can you accept it? After reading this text message, I smiled lightly and then deleted it. I neither replied nor accepted her apology. While chatting with woman A on QQ, after listening to my complaints, her reaction seemed indifferent; she didn't refute me at all. Instead, she emphasized that a woman's elegance isn't just about spending money on expensive clothes, but about cultivating her inner qualities, reading more, and having moments of enlightenment—it's about nurturing both inner and outer beauty. These reasonable words made me nod in agreement, secretly marveling that I had met a woman with true aesthetic sense and elegance. Now, back at my old home, the things my ex-wife left behind confirm that what I said was true. And then, something unexpected happened. The elegant woman suddenly hugged me, staring at me and saying, "Shoujie, I want to use all these things in the future! I want to wear Ports clothes! I want LV bags! Will you buy them for me?" Her words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my feverish head, leaving me both shocked and utterly disappointed. Didn't she say she wasn't a materialistic woman? Didn't she say she was always thrifty and good at managing the household? How come she's comparing herself to my ex-wife right off the bat? At least my ex-wife earned five or six thousand a month, and although she spent all her earnings on herself and contributed nothing to the family, at least she was basically self-sufficient. This middle-aged woman, earning only two or three thousand a month, wanted to wear and use these international brands—wouldn't I have to subsidize her? Besides, I have a little one to support. Raising a child these days is no easy task. Thinking of this, I felt a little annoyed, my face long and drawn. I said to her, "One of the reasons I divorced my ex-wife was her excessive materialism; these things are too expensive for a working-class family. I simply can't afford them." Seeing my expression change from sunny to stormy, she was quick to understand and immediately explained with a smile, "Shoujie, I was just joking with you, just saying it casually. Don't take it seriously. I know you have to be thrifty to make a living." Hmm, that's more like it. Seeing her explanation, I stopped making faces, put my arm around her waist, and we went out, downstairs, and into the car. She sat in the passenger seat. I glanced at her sideways, feeling incredibly satisfied and happy. I was so glad I'd met such a charming and alluring woman. Despite being a complete slut in bed, the way she walked, sat, and acted outside exuded an air of elegance. Men, you know, all like their wives to be a lady in the living room and a slut in bed. Seeing me grinning at her, she turned and winked at me, asking, "What's wrong? Still not enough?" "How could I not have enough? Hehe." I chuckled again and started the car. "Was it good just now?" she asked. "Yes, so good, it was heavenly." I told the truth. "How about we have ecstasy every day from now on?" The woman raised her eyes provocatively and said, "Actually, tonight was just a little bit of pleasure for you. There's more to come that you haven't experienced yet, I'm afraid it might scare you." "Oh? Really?" Hearing this, I became interested, thinking: Is there any pleasure in the world more intoxicating than tonight? "I'll take care of you slowly from now on." The woman smugly curled her lip, then placed her hand on my crotch, gently kneading it, instantly making my penis hard again. "Hey, no, no... stop it, or we'll crash! I don't want to become a womanizer so soon." I was so distracted by her that I couldn't concentrate on driving, and I begged for mercy. Only then did she release her hand from my crotch.

After dropping off girl A, I returned to my home in Tuanjie Lake and was about to go to bed when she suddenly sent me a multimedia message. At first glance, I couldn't understand what kind of photo it was. Upon closer inspection, oh my god, it was a picture of her abalone! Along with it was a message: "Send me a picture of your penis."

Damn, I, Li Shoujie, haven't lived this long. Not a womanizer in my youth, but quite the womanizer in my old age! I immediately did as she said. Her reply was a lip emoji representing a kiss, which immediately reminded me of the incredibly ecstatic oral sex I had just experienced. That night, despite the big boss's blunder with the magician's dummy and her tests of Lanc?me, Ports, and LV, I felt that Girl A wasn't as naive and materialistic as I had previously imagined. But then I thought again: she was just a beautiful woman who longed for a home. In this vast sea of people, without finding someone she could trust and who was worthy of her devotion, she was like a fallen leaf, drifting in the wind. Finally, she met me, Li Shoujie, a man who had been honest for half his life but had also been blown from the tree of marriage by the wind. He was moved by her, willing to treat her well, willing to shoulder the burdens of life for her. We cherished each other, loved each other, and from then on, the prince and princess lived happily ever after… What an enticing prospect that would be!

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