Disordered sex, all because of a portable hard drive.

(I)

Perhaps due to using a pirated installation disc, my computer's operating system was very unstable and slow. Unable to tolerate it any longer, I decided to reinstall the system. That weekend, I canceled all my gatherings and resolved to install the system at home—to comprehensively improve the computer's performance, I abandoned the idea of only formatting the C drive and decided to format the entire hard drive and then repartition it.

Because my computer contained a lot of important data, I needed to borrow an external hard drive to transfer all the data. I asked my colleagues at work if anyone had a large external hard drive. Only Xiao Yang said he only had a 40GB one. How could that be enough? My files are close to 60GB (of course, pornographic videos make up a significant portion). Finally, I heard that Zhang Min from the planning department has a 120GB external hard drive! Hearing this, I was initially excited, but then a little embarrassed. Because I'm not very familiar with this Zhang Min. Apparently, she's very arrogant and only joined our company last year from a prestigious university. My contact and communication with her are limited to work-related matters. My impression of her is the same as her impression of everyone else in the company—absolutely beautiful; even the most honest person can't help but have fantasies about her. But she's also extremely aloof, often treating people as if they don't exist. Even the most self-assured person feels insecure in her presence.

Describing her as a rose with thorns is perfectly apt! All the men in the company... Sighing in vain, the greatest pleasure was fantasizing about her silhouette where she appeared. There were even rumors that some single men in the workplace, like Xiao Yang, would often call out "Min...Min..." while masturbating. The worst was Lao Zhang, who once, during sex with his wife, actually called her by the wrong name—he also moaned and groaned, calling her "Min..." Many people might ask, "What about you?"

My situation is this: married, but living apart from my wife. I haven't had the habit of masturbating since marriage, but I often watch porn, and I legally "sleep" with my wife every month. I decided to borrow Zhang Min's external hard drive.

It was Friday; everyone else was planning their weekend activities, while Zhang Min was playing cards online. I knocked symbolically on the door and went straight in. Zhang Min turned and looked at me. I politely asked Old L, "Is there something you need?"

"Um! I'd like to borrow your external hard drive, is that alright?" I couldn't help but glance quickly at her ample breasts, my Adam's apple bobbing. "

Don't you have one in your office?" She seemed wary, very cautious. "

Um! Xiao Yang does have one, but it's only 40GB. I want to transfer some data; it's not enough for him. Don't worry, I definitely won't damage it, and I absolutely won't touch the data on it! I'll treat you to dinner after I'm done, as a thank you." I said very seriously, afraid she wouldn't agree. "

You keep your word?" She was expressionless. Damn, does she really think she's some kind of goddess?

Of course! My word is my bond. Have you ever heard of me going back on my word? Although I may be a bit petty, a robber stealing grain—where did my seniority go? I'm practically the second-in-command in the department, so I'm always careful about what I say—I always keep my word!

What guarantee do you have? She was still unconvinced, and seemed to be teasing me on purpose; her expression softened considerably. "

I won't touch your files—I guarantee it with my integrity. I'll treat you to dinner afterwards—that's my guarantee!" I said, pulling out my salary card and handing it over. I realized I was being a bit pathetic today. Normally, if I had to beg someone this badly, I wouldn't have bothered anymore, but right now I felt like I was under a spell, completely lacking my usual temper—it's all because I was so focused on installing the system!

Heh! She actually laughed, "Old L, you're too honest! Are you pretending? This trick works really well on girls these days!"

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Okay, I'll give it to you tomorrow morning. I need the information inside often. Deliver it to the restaurant at 4 PM; it just opened, you can treat me there!" She took her handbag from the table and took out the plate.

I gratefully accepted it, handling it very carefully to show my respect for their belongings, even rubbing it a little, repeatedly saying thank you. My heart was pounding—was this even a proper restaurant? I hoped the place she mentioned wasn't the one where she moved the camera down, pointing her vulva at the camera, and through her see-through underwear, I could clearly see the shape of her genitals, small like a bun, with thick labia. I typed to her: "Your labia are so plump." She replied with a tongue-out emoji. That's how we met. From then on, I went to her chat room every day just to see her. At night, I'd go to local escort websites... she169.com offers private chat and in-home services. Watching his performance, we gradually talked more and more. Sometimes we chatted on QQ during work; at home, we experienced alternative sex, just for that feeling, I liked the atmosphere there! If my January salary were reimbursed, my wife would audit it immediately—since Li Jinhua's audit storm, my wife's auditing awareness has been getting stronger every month. As soon as it was time to leave work, I sent Xiao Yang and the others home (so I could go home early, hehe, it's not good for the boss to leave first). After they left, I immediately packed my things, grabbed my car keys, and rushed to the elevator. Zhang Min was also waiting for the elevator, and I greeted her in a friendly and ingratiating way: "Hehe, off work?" This was pure nonsense; it was already after get off work, and it was already very kind of her department not to leave early, but in the rush, I could only say... "Just say it."

"Heh, nonsense! We're not like leaders!" She's always like that, always putting people in a difficult position. "

You seem to have a strong prejudice against leaders?" "Heh!" I'll play along, I'm free anyway. "

No, don't take it personally! I don't dislike honest leaders like you."

"Thanks!" "Is it true that honest people are more popular with women?" "I remember you saying that this morning!" Just then, the elevator doors opened, and we went in together. It was just the two of us. I volunteered to close the door; her scent filled the room, making my heart race. "

Yeah!" She puffed out her chest, and her breasts twitched. My hands itched so badly, I really wanted to pinch them.

She said, "Men these days are all bad, and girls are smarter. They've started to like honest men. They feel safe and secure with them!"

"Heh, that makes a lot of sense! I'll definitely be a model honest man from now on!"

"What? You want to be more popular with women?" She smiled. She smiled.

"Hehe, where do you live? If it's on my way, I can give you a ride!" I quickly changed the subject. In this small space, with her womanly fragrance, I was afraid I'd lose my composure if we continued talking about the original topic. "

Haha, you're embarrassed by this? I live in Jinxiu Community! Are you going the same way? Honest guy!" She glanced at me, very alluring! So, she wasn't really cold after all!

What a coincidence! I live in Xinjin Jiayuan, not far from your community! These two developments are from the same developer! I actually lied for the first time; I actually live in the opposite direction from hers.

After getting off the elevator, I went to the parking lot to get my car, and she waited for me at the exit.

I swiped my card, the security guard let me through, and I slid the car to her side, leaning over to open the door. She smiled, elegantly sat down, and then skillfully pulled the seatbelt down over her shoulder and fastened it around her breasts, making them appear even more prominent and round…

I pressed the accelerator, driving forward somewhat absentmindedly. We were both silent, the only sounds the engine, her breathing, and my own heartbeat. After about half a kilometer, I snapped out of it and put a pure love CD in the player. Soon, Lao Lang's hoarse voice filled the air: "There are many roads to love, but I chose you..." It was a song I listened to a lot in college—"The Promise of a Wanderer," a song many girls also loved. I glanced at her, wanting to observe her reaction. She trembled slightly, then quickly became absorbed in the song. I rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and listened along, lost in thought. When the song ended, she asked softly, "Can I repeat it?"

"Yes!" I pressed repeat.

"Did you love this song in college?" she asked, her eyes brightening and sparkling.

"Yes!" It contained beautiful love melodies and imagery, the subtle shyness and slight helplessness resonating with many college students at the time. What was most captivating was the yearning for love and unwavering loyalty! I shared my feelings.

Actually, there's another song that interprets love, and the beautiful love story within it is also very touching! "

Are you talking about the most romantic thing?" I asked.

"Yes! The most romantic thing in my life is growing old with you, until we can't go anywhere anymore, and you still cherish me like a treasure in your palm..." She sang without thinking, her voice sweet, melodious, and moving, her expression gentle and charming, making one feel completely relaxed and blissful. "

Don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked after she finished singing, offering some compliments.

"Sigh! Never mind!" she sighed, her melancholy eyes instantly evoking pity and tenderness in me.

Soon, I drove to the entrance of her apartment complex. She became unusually docile, saying thank you in a grateful and pleading tone, "Would you like to come up for a while?"

"No, thank you!" "I need to go back and install the system, and I have to return the disk to you tomorrow!" I admit I'm not a gentleman, but I'm not the kind of person who enjoys tormenting young women either. Besides, I really want to get back and install the system as soon as possible.

"Okay then! Bye-bye!" She smiled and waved at me before getting out of the car.

"Bye-bye!"

Oh! Right! She seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back to me, saying, "Can I hitch a ride with you next time? We can split the gas!"

"Hehe, of course! I'd be happy to help!" I said, my words not entirely sincere, inwardly cursing myself. Who told me to lie and say it was on my way? "

Hehe, okay! Thanks in advance, you can look at the things on my disk!" After she finished speaking, she turned and left, leaving me with a slender back view...

I sped up and drove back as if possessed. This woman aroused my desire to know more about her; she wasn't as cold as she seemed.

Back home, I immediately turned on the computer, plugged in her disk, and entered her world.

My initial expectation was to check if she had any porn on her hard drive—rumor has it that many girls collect these things—I wasn't trying to prove she was promiscuous by pandering to her tastes; it was just curiosity, a desire to understand what kind of person she really was.

I started opening her files one by one, even company documents and media business contacts (based on my experience, file names are often misleading; for example, my porn files are titled "Discussing a Few Things with My Wife").

Finally, I excitedly found a folder—"Life"—my hand was shaking with excitement as I held the mouse. I immediately clicked on it, and inside were several more folders!

I scanned them first, focusing on the "Mental Space," my heart racing, and I took a deep breath before entering. The result was a huge disappointment; it was full of Word documents, seemingly just random thoughts and daily reflections based on the names.

Going back, I clicked on "Personal Space," which was full of her personal photos.

Going back, I clicked on "Wakkaka"—wow! I glanced at it randomly and it was all movies and videos! I was immediately shocked—this was going to be interesting!

But when I looked closer, it wilted like a frostbitten eggplant—it was all Korean dramas!! Not even something like "Sex Is Zero"!

I turned her hard drive upside down, but couldn't find a single "a," let alone any movies! I was completely deflated. Damn, it seems my thinking was too petty; I admit there's something wrong with my character!

So I got down to business, working for almost two hours until the system was installed. My stomach started growling, and just as I was thinking of getting something to eat, a guy tactfully called.

It was my classmate, inviting me out for drinks. He said he won a whole thousand yuan in the lottery with a two-yuan bet! He felt it would be a sin not to spend it. This guy is really loyal; he always thinks of me first when we're indulging, and I always come when he invites me, sharing his joys and sorrows in our indulging lives!

I put on my shoes and closed the door, heading straight for the place he mentioned.

...

We drank until we were completely drunk, almost to the point of hiring prostitutes (we weren't considering anything else, just the fear of getting sick. So it was all talk and no action; we always backed down when it came to actually doing it).

I went home that night and went to sleep without even washing up.

I slept until the afternoon of the next day, the alcohol still hadn't completely worn off, and my head was throbbing. These bastards, they're always like this when they drink; they won't stop until everyone's had their fill!

I patted my head, gave myself a quick wash, and then the phone rang. It was Zhang Min urging me to deliver the hard drive (she was probably hungry). I'd promised to keep my word, so I immediately agreed to bring it.

I arrived at the place we'd agreed on yesterday, and a weight lifted from my shoulders—XX Restaurant. It really was just a restaurant, just nicely decorated and stylish; it wouldn't cost me a month's salary at most. Zhang Min was already waiting there. I chuckled, meaning I was still keeping my promise! She chuckled too, as if reading my mind, and said, "You're okay with this place, right?

Good wine and good food, order whatever you want!" I pretended not to care and said casually.

She was sitting opposite me in a low-cut sweater, her body very close to the table. Her breasts, which made my heart flutter, looked like a pair of balls resting on the edge of the table. Her unique fragrance was particularly arousing. I quickly picked up my glass and took a sip to cover up the truth of my swallowing saliva...

She suddenly noticed my embarrassment, her eyes also becoming flustered. She said awkwardly, "Hehe, are you not used to having dinner alone with a woman?" "

Not at all!" I immediately perked up. "It's just that you're too beautiful, I'm a little embarrassed.

" "Hehe, many people say I'm beautiful, but now that you mention it, I really do think I'm beautiful!" She chuckled, a little smug. "

I'm telling the truth, you really are beautiful, there's no one in the workplace who doesn't admire you!

" "Hehe!" She turned around with a smug smile, then took out a pack of cigarettes and said to me, "This is to thank you for taking me home yesterday!" "

It's hardest to accept a beautiful woman's kindness! I definitely have to take these cigarettes!" I reached out and took them.

...

I finished the meal while she was distracted and alluring. Because of a sudden issue at work, I didn't take her home; I went straight to the office to handle the problem.

That evening, I went home, took a shower, and then planned to organize the data on my computer (some applications needed to be restored—the registry information was lost).

When I turned on my computer, I broke out in a cold sweat. I was so embarrassed! I had transferred the data to Zhang Min's hard drive, but hadn't moved it back! My best friend called me out for drinks, and I forgot about it when I got back! This guy who's so respectable at work has now completely exposed his privacy—there's even a [link to a website] on it!
I immediately pulled out my phone and called Zhang Min.

"Hello! Zhang Min!" I spoke very quickly; even a fool could hear the panic in my voice. "

Hmm? What's wrong?" Thank goodness! Her tone was calm, completely normal, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief. "

Um... um... my things are still with you, I forgot to move them back the other day! I need them urgently now, is it convenient for you? I'd like to come and get them now, and I'll bring them back to you first thing tomorrow morning!" My heart was pounding, terrified she wouldn't agree, and things would get complicated if it took too long! "

Okay! Hehe, another chance for me to take advantage of you, you asked for it!" I was relieved she didn't refuse. "

Okay! I'm coming right now!" I grabbed at her like a lifeline and immediately prepared to leave. "

Wait!" She wouldn't let it go; I didn't say I'd let you come and get them first! "

So what do you want?" Right now, all I want is to get my things back, so I'll accept any conditions as long as they're not too unreasonable. "

You have to take me to a bar for drinks first! "

"What time is it?" I checked my watch, it was almost 10:30!

"Not even 10:30 yet, the nightlife is just beginning!" "

Okay! I'll come pick you up!"

The bar had an ambiguous, alluring atmosphere, with many artworks on the walls. Just looking at it made one's head spin; if some young people saw it, they'd probably feel a similar urge. Zhang Min, however, seemed remarkably mature, her expression nonchalant, like a seasoned veteran. I was preoccupied, not really paying attention to the beauty before me; my immediate priority was getting my plate back!

We found a place to drink and chatted idly. She said she was surprised by my understanding of love songs, saying it was exactly like hers! To please her, I showered her with compliments on her refined taste, as if I'd found a kindred spirit. She was delighted and drank quickly.

Actually, I was quite surprised by her too—I was surprised by her extraordinary drinking capacity. Even someone like me, a heavy drinker, was a little intimidated and gradually became unable to hold my liquor, while she was full of energy and the conversation flowed more and more. First, she talked about anecdotes from her university days, and then about the joys and sorrows of her roommates becoming mistresses. I was basically just a listener, it felt like I had never been to university, and she was giving me a tutorial on university life. Out of politeness to the storyteller, I pretended to be very surprised, occasionally interjecting with "Really?" or "That's so interesting!" to express my ignorance and curiosity.

She talked for a while, then suddenly felt that it was inappropriate for her to dominate the conversation, so she said: "Why don't you tell us your story too?"

(II)

Hehe, I don't have anything to say! You already know a lot about university life, it would be pointless to talk about it! After starting work, my life has been very ordinary, nothing worth talking about! I'm still thinking about that hard drive.

Hehe, no way! Many men have their own exciting stories, and for a seemingly honest and kind man like you, there must be some very interesting stories! "I love hearing stories of honest people who aren't honest!" she said, staring at me with a burning gaze, as if trying to provoke me to recall things, or perhaps tempting me to say something outrageous, even if it was made up! "

Let me think about it!" I lit a cigarette, pretending to be deep in thought. It seemed she wouldn't let me off the hook unless I revealed some inside information!

To maintain the tone of our earlier conversation, I decided to tell her about the affair between one of my buddies and his mistress.

This buddy of mine and I have known each other for 10 years; we met at a video arcade in high school. Birds of a feather flock together, and we hit it off. Every weekend we'd go to the video arcade—not to watch the action or martial arts movies we'd seen countless times, but mainly for the porn that was shown at the end (back then, the video arcades near our school opened at 6 pm and closed at 11 pm, showing action or martial arts movies before, and the last one was always porn!).

One day, because the boss was showing a film we'd already seen, one of the guys, almost simultaneously with me, stood up to protest, demanding a different one! They claimed they only patronized the place because of their wide selection of films, and if things continued like this, their reputation would be ruined!

Public opinion couldn't be ignored, so the boss obediently switched to a new film. We cherished this hard-won benefit and watched it with great relish from beginning to end, without missing a single detail!

From then on, my buddy and I developed a mutual respect and often went to watch together, gradually becoming good friends. Later, I discovered a somewhat unconventional rule—people who are keen on watching porn are generally intelligent, and many of them achieve great things. For example, this guy later became a glorious public servant! And in his workplace, his word carried weight; he could make a dent in the ground with a single bubble! "When people are

well-fed and warm, they think of lust; when people are poor, they think of theft"—this saying perfectly describes my buddy. His long years of theoretical study during his adolescence resulted in his exceptionally well-developed male genes. To participate in the great revolutionary practice as soon as possible, he hastily got married after graduation (now, whenever he mentions it, he weeps bitterly, regretting that he was too young and acted too rashly). Life after marriage wasn't what he had imagined when he chatted with me—"After getting married, I'll do it every day, like eating, three meals a day, without fail, and I'll absolutely pay attention to the quality of life!" However, fate played a trick on him; this gifted man met a woman he wasn't particularly interested in. He said it was like a world-class boxer practicing in a pile of cotton; the force he threw didn't get the expected strong response, it was utterly boring. This poverty spurred him to commit adultery. He began

looking for the best outlet for his pent-up energy (because his wife treated him very well, he couldn't bear to divorce her), so he started thinking about finding a mistress.

As fate would have it, while inspecting work at the grassroots level, he met a physical education teacher from a local middle school at a roundabout banquet, whose situation complemented his own. They were practically a match made in heaven, a golden, dreamlike sexual couple. Their encounter wasn't like dry wood meeting a blazing fire, but rather like dry wood meeting gasoline! This meeting of equals, like two heroes meeting a worthy opponent, gave these heroes a stage to display their talents…

I roughly described these circumstances to Zhang Min, without any exaggeration or embellishment, but she still listened, stunned, then laughed and said, "Food and sex are human nature!"

Later, feeling the bar was a bit too warm, she took off her clothes. Her high, firm breasts were very eye-catching, and against her rosy cheeks and slightly panting breaths, they stirred up one's most primal urges. All the blood in my heart rushed to two places—my genitals and my forehead! "

What do you think about this sexual issue?" She was so blunt! I tried my best to remain calm, but still accidentally knocked over my glass! "

Hehe, look how nervous you are. Let's just consider it an academic discussion, no need to be so nervous!" Perhaps I had drunk a bit too much, but I found her words incredibly alluring, with many things about to be revealed.

"Uh...cough...I've had a bit too much to drink!" I tried to appear calm as I picked up my glass, mentally calculating the appropriate level of my next statement—she had already set the tone: it would be about sex. As for the degree of ambiguity, that was up to me. If I went too shallow, she wouldn't be satisfied; if I went too deep—in other words

, too explicit—she might think I was a pervert. This was truly like the Chinese Reform and Opening Up policy, a process of trial and error! Regarding sex, it's actually our feudal ideology that mystifies it. Because I hadn't yet grasped the true intention behind her academic discussion, it was best to be cautious and try to speak in an academic manner: this feudal understanding of mystifying sex must have its reasons and roots. In my view, it mainly stems from the early people's worship of sex. People worshipped sex because of its sacredness; its most sacred aspect lies in enabling human reproduction and survival. Secondly, it brings unparalleled pleasure and happiness, and it's also the most intimate form of human communication, enjoyed by everyone regardless of wealth or social status—it transcends national boundaries and class. If we were to specifically categorize democracy and freedom into a particular area, then in this area, there is absolute democracy and freedom! Although in feudal times, this democracy and freedom had certain limitations under the constraints of arranged marriage—there was no freedom to choose a partner before marriage, but after marriage, one could freely enjoy each other's company, which was also a form of freedom. Of course, this freedom applies only to one's partner; it's wrong to misunderstand it as the freedom to have promiscuous sex with everyone! What do you think? I stopped and asked, trying to ascertain her sincerity. "

I've never heard of your theories before, but I think they make some sense! I don't want to hear anything too profound, it's a bit empty!" She gave a somewhat disappointed but also somewhat satisfied answer. "

Then give me some inspiration, haha!" I gave her the initiative. "

For example, premarital sex and the role of sex in relationships!"

I personally think these two topics can be summarized into one question for discussion: the role of sex in relationships. Premarital sex is mostly related to feelings, the so-called "deep affection." Sex should hold an important place in relationships; it's a means of exchanging feelings and expressing love. Some experts have shown that prostitutes rarely experience orgasm during sex, which I think is because the sex lacks emotion and is replaced by utilitarianism.

Why is it that many people have good relationships but often have poor sex lives?

Hehe, I'm a little embarrassed to answer that. Are you sure you want to hear it?

Of course, hehe!

I think it's a matter of technique! If the relationship is good, but the technique isn't mastered during actual sexual intercourse, the situation you described will occur! There's a technique to it… I dare not go into details; I feel this is

the dividing line between scholarship and vulgarity, so I'm handing the initiative back to her.

Hehe, go ahead! It's nothing, I'm not some little girl anymore, just learning a bit! Her eyes became even brighter, as if she swallowed hard!

Then don't think I'm being vulgar; discussing these issues inevitably involves saying things that might not be pleasant to hear. If you don't like it, just stop immediately! This is my last time testing the waters, and my last time being a gentleman. From now on, as long as she gives the go, I'll speak freely.

No way! Go ahead! She became impatient. Do I look like a sex expert?

To help you understand, let me explain a few terms first. The first is the erogenous zone—the so-called erogenous zone is where a person has a high concentration of nerve endings, which in sexual terms are the sexual nerves. These areas are located in: 1. The area around the genitals—for men, this is the area around the genitals; 2. The area around the genitals; 3. The area around the anus; 4. The area around the lower abdomen, earlobes, and neck; 5. The breasts, especially the nipples, in women. Secondly, there's the G-spot—this is mainly for women. The G-spot is located on the vaginal wall above the vaginal opening, about 3 centimeters inside. The sexual nerves are highly concentrated here, and when stimulated by the back-and-forth friction of the glans penis, women can easily reach orgasm! Below, I'll introduce some common methods of intercourse: sexual intercourse, oral sex, and anal sex. Sexual intercourse here is a narrower concept, a branch of lovemaking specifically referring to the union of male and female genitalia, namely the man's penis entering the woman's vagina and the process of thrusting in and out. This is the most basic form of sex and an effective way for both men and women to reach orgasm. Oral sex involves both partners sucking or licking the genitals with their mouths. This method is very stimulating and allows for a different perspective on sex, as the lips are an erogenous zone—oh, right, I forgot about that when I talked about erogenous zones! The roughness and flexibility of the tongue effectively stimulate the genitals, leading to orgasm. Oral sex can be performed alternately by one partner or simultaneously by both partners, the so-called 69 position. I'll discuss the techniques later. Anal sex usually refers to the man's penis being inserted into the woman's anus. Of course, it can also involve the woman inserting sexual enhancement products into the man's or her own anus to obtain psychological pleasure. The anus is an erogenous zone, and the anal sphincter is relatively tight, making it easier for men to experience a youthful tightness and reach orgasm compared to vaginal penetration. Women also experience significant satisfaction.

At this point, Zhang Min made no attempt to interrupt. Her brows were furrowed, her face flushed, and the veins on her neck were faintly visible. Her chest rose and fell with her breath, her hand rubbing back and forth on her wine glass, her eyes fixed on me.

She took a sip of her drink, lit another cigarette, and continued her academic discourse without hesitation. I felt a pleasure akin to sex; I wondered if she felt the same? If she did, then we were engaging in a genuine spiritual sexual encounter.

Now I'll go into the specifics of the techniques. To make my explanation easier and for your understanding, I'd like to use a scenario—for example, the intense sexual encounter between Xiao Wang and his wife Xiao Li on the weekend. That evening, Xiao Wang and Xiao Li tacitly began their careful preparations. They ate dinner early and went for a walk together. Xiao Li's body was pressed close to Xiao Wang's, her breasts rubbing against him intentionally or unintentionally. Xiao Wang had his arm around Xiao Li's waist, his hand resting on the area between her other breast and lower abdomen, occasionally whispering sweet nothings in her ear… After about half an hour, they returned home for a bath together. While bathing, they first embraced naked, their chests pressed together, caressing each other's backs, buttocks, and gluteal clefts, twisting their bodies to make their breasts press and rub against each other. Xiao Wang began kissing Xiao Li's earlobe, earlobe, neck, and then her lips with his burning lips. Xiao Li closed her eyes and moaned softly. When they reached each other's lips, Xiao Wang cupped Xiao Li's head in his hands and slowly inserted his tongue into her mouth. Xiao Li responded passionately with her own tongue, their tongues licking and intertwining. At this moment, Xiao Li would involuntarily free one hand to grasp and knead her husband's penis... After about 5-10 minutes, Xiao Wang's mouth began to slowly move downwards. His wife tilted her head back, placed her hands on her husband's head, and moaned even louder, letting her husband kiss her chest... Finally, Xiao Wang bent over, his lips slowly moving from her neck to her chest, finally kissing her breasts back and forth, sucking and licking her erect nipples. His hands would move to his wife's lower body, one hand stroking her inner thighs, the other going around to her buttocks, stroking back and forth across the cleft, finally reaching her vulva. He would first stroke the entire area, then gently pinch and rub her clitoris with his middle and index fingers. At this point, he would feel a certain degree of stickiness in his wife's private parts—this wasn't bathwater, which has a harder texture, while the stickiness here was softer and thicker. To give an analogy, it felt like brake fluid. This was the lubricant secreted by Xiao Li due to her husband's stimulation. At this moment, Xiao Li would involuntarily twist her body, her hands also stroking her breasts. She felt a surge of heat within her, a desire to climax, and her vagina was engorged with blood, itchy and swollen inside, longing for something to penetrate. If Xiao Wang held on a little longer, he could lift his wife up, let her legs wrap around his waist, exposing her pink vulva, and then insert his penis. Xiao Li was already impatient, so Xiao Wang didn't need to do anything else; he just needed to hold his wife firmly. His wife would wrap her arms around his neck and twist vigorously, raising and lowering her buttocks while making circular motions, trying to insert her husband's penis as deeply as possible so that the surging undercurrent could be released. They could also change positions. Li would be bent forward, and Wang would insert his penis into her vagina from behind, cupping and kneading her breasts with his hands... Until finally, Li's moans grew louder and her movements more violent, almost to the point of incoherent rambling. Wang would then increase the frequency and speed of his thrusts, trying to penetrate all the way in each time. Within a minute, he would feel a gush of heat spurting from his wife's vagina, sometimes accompanied by a soft "plop" or "slap" sound. Almost at the same time, Wang would also ejaculate, his penis and vagina completely immersed in a warm, overflowing current. Both of them would be drenched in sweat, their bodies immediately going limp... After washing up, they would go to bed to rest. If they were still not satisfied, they would continue their efforts in bed...

At this point, I noticed that Zhang Min began to pant heavily, with faint traces of sweat on her forehead, and her eyes becoming dazed and hazy. My lower body was throbbing, and when I stretched out my leg, it touched her calf. Just as I was about to move away to avoid suspicion, her other calf followed, pressing against my... [link to a webpage] "
Then tell me what happened in their bed!" She bit her rosy cherry lips, very sexy—to me, it was clearly a provocation!

I seized the opportunity to expand my conquest: Xiao Wang and Xiao Li returned to bed, completely satisfied—both naked. Xiao Wang used a pillow as a backrest, half-lying down, reaching under Xiao Li's armpit, spreading his palm, slightly bending it inward, forming a bra shape to cover Xiao Li's breasts, his palm touching her nipple, his fingers kneading her soft and elastic breasts. Xiao Li nestled in his arms like a little bird, her hands gently stroking her husband's chest, whispering, "That felt so good!" Xiao Wang moved his fingertips upwards and gently pinched his wife's swollen nipples. Xiao Li reacted as if electrocuted, her legs instinctively tightening and shifting back and forth. One hand unconsciously reached down to her vulva and began to rub… Xiao Wang gently pulled Xiao Li's hand away from her vulva and placed it on his penis, while his own hand caressed Xiao Li's clitoris and labia… Xiao Li's body trembled slightly, and she let out a soft moan. Her delicate, fleshy hand stroked her husband's newly engorged penis… Xiao Wang felt his wife's clitoris harden, so he parted her labia and slowly inserted his middle finger. It was wet and warm inside, and Xiao Li squeezed her legs even tighter… Seeing that the time was right, Xiao Wang flipped his middle finger upwards, exploring the upper wall of his wife's vagina, stopping at a relatively firm spot, and then gently rubbing and pushing. Xiao Li let out a soft moan, "Ah—," and whispered, "That's it, husband, I want you!" ...Xiao Wang skillfully rubbed and kneaded, soon feeling new fluid overflowing from his wife's vagina... Xiao Li rolled over and turned, burying her head between her husband's thighs, opening her red, sexy lips to take his penis into her mouth, sucking and licking... Then she licked the glans and coronal sulcus with her tongue, while her other hand kneaded the scrotum and testicles... Xiao Wang wasn't idle either; his wife's position exposed her lower body to his face. He used his hands to spread his wife's buttocks, leaned in and licked, his tongue swirling inside her vagina, his nose rubbing against her anus... Until they were both incredibly wet, Xiao Li was at the peak of excitement, immediately rolling over and straddling her husband, taking his hard penis and shoving it into her burning vulva, repeatedly saying, "Husband, you're so good! I want it! Oh—oh—oh—I want to go—!" As she spoke, she frantically twisted her lower body, the wet sounds of flesh colliding and Xiao Li's increasingly loud moans filling the room. The air was thick with the scent of orgasm… Xiao Wang lay back, his hands gripping his wife's breasts, thrusting upwards forcefully…

At this moment, Zhang Min's breathing became even more rapid, as if she had entered the role of the heroine. One hand, which had been resting on the table, slowly moved downwards. Her eyes, though glazed, revealed a strong desire; her lust was clearly rising. She parted her lips and whispered, "I want to go back! Will you take me home?"

I was also burning with desire, and got up to help her. Perhaps she really couldn't hold her liquor; she obediently reached out, rose, and leaned limply against me. Her large, sexy breasts pressed unabashedly against me. Stimulated by her uniquely feminine breaths and the fragrance emanating from her body, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. I pulled her tightly around the waist, almost biting her ear, and said, "I'll take you home!"

She looked at me with pleading and unbearable eyes and said, "I want that too!" After saying that, she wrapped her arms around me like a snake. I held her soft body and led her outside. Her hands roamed over my chest, and my hands involuntarily went to her breasts… To avoid being seen, I quickened my pace and walked to the outside of the bar. By then, there were hardly any people on the street. I pinned her against the wall and kissed her passionately. She responded strongly, placing her hands on my crotch…

Just then, a damn engine roared up, and the blinding headlights turned our dim corner into daylight. She quickly pulled away from my embrace, awkwardly tidying her disheveled hair, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, I've had too much to drink!" I looked at her in surprise. The engine noise and the headlights seemed to sober her up considerably, and she had regained some of the coldness and disdain she had at work! I didn't care about that. I brought my head closer to her face again, and she suddenly pulled away, saying, "Don't do this! You've had too much to drink!" Then she quickly pulled a portable hard drive from her bag and handed it to me, saying, "You should go home early, you don't need to see me off!" She shoved the hard drive into my hand and fled for a taxi as if escaping a disaster…

This sudden turn of events was like a bucket of cold water poured over me. I stood there, dumbfounded, watching the taxi drive away, wanting nothing more than to chase after it and overturn that wrecked vehicle! Why did this happen? Why did my sure goal slip away? Disappointed and frustrated, I walked towards my car, glancing back every now and then in the direction the taxi had gone. A question kept nagging at me: what was she worried about, or was she hiding something? At the same time, I made up my mind—I had to get her!

I dejectedly opened the car door, tossed the hard drive onto the passenger seat, started the engine—released the handbrake—shifted gears—and stepped on the gas. The car, as if in a fit of rage, lurched forward…

Back home, I was burning with desire. I immediately turned on my computer, connected the hard drive, and started watching my classic porn: European, American, Japanese, South Korean, Hong Kong, Taiwanese, mainland Chinese, and even my own films—old, young, 2P, 3P, even

group sex, same-sex, opposite-sex, and even interracial! I vented my frustration by scanning everything, usually fast-forwarding to the crucial parts. At the end, I shamefully summoned my long-lost subordinates—Left and Right Hand—to solve the problem…

My anger subsided. I copied my data back to the computer while simultaneously reviewing her information—as the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. I needed to thoroughly understand her, find the key to the problem, and prescribe the right remedy—the only shortcut right now was to carefully examine her information; perhaps I could find some clues.

I first opened

the "Mental Space" file under her "Life Files" directory—I remembered seeing it before; it contained random thoughts and diary entries, suggesting that analyzing a person requires understanding their inner world.

I read through her thoughts and diary with very mixed feelings, regretting that I had been so focused on finding porn on her hard drive that I had overlooked these things. If I had read them back then, I wouldn't be in this situation today; I might have been a completely different person—gently guiding and advising me, earnestly teaching me, offering heartfelt help, and caring for her like a brother. The more I read, the more I felt despicable, petty, and worse than an animal. No word used to describe a shameful man would be an exaggeration to condemn me! Self-reproach and fear filled my entire being. Tomorrow I have to go to work, and I'll be seeing this colleague all the time. How am I supposed to face her, besides this? She moved the camera down, pointing her vulva at the camera. Through her see-through panties, I could clearly see the shape of her vulva—a small, round bun with thick labia. I typed to her: "Your labia are so plump." She replied with a tongue-out emoji. That's how we met. From then on, I went to her chat room every day just to see her. At night, I would go to the local escort website she169.com to watch her performance. Gradually, we talked more and more. Sometimes we would chat on QQ at work; at home, I would experience alternative sex, just for that feeling, I liked the atmosphere there. How awkward was it? I kept smoking one cigarette after another, my mind racing, trying to make amends, preferably becoming close friends with her. As compensation for my mistake, I was willing to do everything possible to help her out of her confusion and helplessness. I would give anything except my life!

(III)

Her information was very well preserved, including her life reflections and daily life from university to graduation and starting work. In one of her posts (probably shortly after entering university), she wrote:

Why am I not happy?

Now that I'm in university, to outsiders I'm a carefree princess—beautiful, from a wealthy family, and always using the best of everything. Every time my parents visit, they bring bags full of things, from snacks to high-end consumer goods like laptops and the latest cell phones. I get to use whatever good stuff is available immediately. My bank account has never had less than 5000 yuan. Every time I withdraw a little, the number increases by the time I visit again; I know either my parents have deposited more money. My account is like it has an automatic top-up program, only the amount varies each time—sometimes 1000, sometimes 800. I still don't understand why they can be so good to their own daughter, but not to each other? Even just a little bit!

From as far back as I can remember, I've never experienced what other children do—going to the park, riding bumper cars, having picnics with their parents… All they give me is abundant material comforts and constant bickering, arguments, insults, and even physical violence!

In this seemingly sunny and happy family, I witnessed many sordid things that I still can't understand! I once caught my mother naked with another man in our home, and I once accidentally stumbled into my father's office and found him having sex with a woman! I learned about the despicable and vulgar nature of sex far too early. I hate them! Why did they do this? Why didn't they divorce and start their own families, living open and honest lives? Is the sake of the children just a respectable excuse? Therefore, I hate my parents and I despise sex! Disgusting!!!

Why am I not happy?

Then I saw another piece of writing about her views and disgust regarding love and sex, probably written during her second or third year of university:

Is it necessary?

It's terrifying! All my roommates have boyfriends! Is university just a marriage agency and a place for promiscuity? Every night, they come back very late, all looking blissfully happy. Soon after entering the dorm, they're on the phone again, whispering sweet nothings, using the most cheesy and saccharine words imaginable: "darling," "give me a kiss," "sweetie," "I miss you so much I can't sleep," etc., filling my ears. Some even shamelessly say, "

I want to do what we did on the playground earlier!" Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!!

Some don't even come back to sleep—everyone knows they're out having an affair with my boyfriend! Even worse, some have moved out of the dorm and rented an apartment off-campus with their boyfriends! Is sex really that wonderful and magical? Can it feed us? Is love just about sex? What is love? It's mutual admiration and support, flying side-by-side, progressing together! If I needed love, I would absolutely reject sex.
However, I currently have no desire for love; it seems I'm inherently immune to it! The guys who pursue me are only after my money and looks, and of course, some want to use me to do those dirty things! Don't even think about it, get lost! If one day I really surrender, then that person is definitely an exceptionally outstanding and unconventional individual! But, is that possible? Maybe, maybe not! Let it be, let nature take its course!! The

next few posts are her thoughts on some of her roommates becoming mistresses, and also her criticism of her sister's miscarriage; these are basically things she's told me before. I skimmed through them and skipped them, then carefully read about her experiences with her boyfriend in college, and I understood why she was so sensitive to engine noise and bright headlights.

The next post is about her joy and happiness at finding her Prince Charming:

Hehe, God hasn't let me down!

First of all, I want to shout: Thank God! Hehe, the reason I thank him is because—he didn't treat me badly! I thought I'd be forever barred from love, but then God brought Ah Kun to me! Really, it's a blessing from heaven—Ah Kun is a boyfriend who perfectly meets all my requirements! Gentle and refined, clean and neat, tall and slender, extraordinary, unique, witty and humorous…hehe, am I being a bit blind by love? Anyway, whether I am or not, I really like him!

Meeting Ah Kun was so strange! I've started to truly believe in fate! That day, I went to the cafeteria for lunch. It was peak mealtime, and our darn cafeteria was packed (hehe, thinking back now, the cafeteria was so cute!). I carried my tray around looking for an empty table, but couldn't find one! I had to make do, so I randomly picked a table that was already occupied but had one empty seat and sat down (note that I didn't plan it at all; it was completely accidental!). After I sat down, I looked at the person opposite me. It was a guy, a very sunny and refreshing guy! He moved his tray a bit, gave me a friendly look, as if to say, "Hehe, I'll make some room for you!" I quietly said thank you! He smiled and said it was nothing! Then he buried his head in his food. You could tell from how he ate that he was a very well-mannered person, and he wasn't like those guys who would try to chat you up with their smooth talk and have their eyes darting around you.

I buried my head in my food, but a strange feeling suddenly crept into my heart, and I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He was so focused on his meal that he was completely unaware of my stares. Halfway through my meal, I hissed and gasped, quickly sticking out my tongue and fanning myself with my hand to cool down the spiciness—there was chili in the food I'd ordered! What the hell! I remember specifically checking before ordering! Just as I was about to get up to get a Coke, the boy pushed his glass towards me, politely saying, "Hey, you can have this. I haven't touched it; I don't want to drink it anyway, and it'd be a waste to throw it away!" I already had a strange fondness for him, and with his sincere gaze, I thanked him without hesitation and picked it up…

After drinking the Coke, I lost my appetite for food, and sitting there felt a bit awkward—like a rabbit had snuggled into my lap. So I hastily packed up and left—a bit of an escape, haha! I don't even know what I was running away from.

After lunch, I rushed to the radio station, the image of that guy still lingering in my mind—it's really strange! I went to the radio station to prepare for an interview tomorrow morning—there's someone in our school who's not only academically excellent but also runs a small company outside, specifically recruiting impoverished students to help out, with profits shared among everyone. They say he's a person of excellent character and intelligence, and the person from the station who contacted him said he's also handsome!

I wasn't originally scheduled to be the host, but the original host got sick, so I had to fill in! To prepare for tomorrow's program, I need to brush up on the relevant information first.

Working until past 10 PM, I finally memorized the information of the person coming to Taiwan for an exclusive interview: male, Han nationality, computer science major, both parents are university teachers, fascinated by computers since childhood, and after entering university, he began voluntarily installing computers for classmates and the department, also serving as the computer lab administrator; in his sophomore year, he started a computer company—specializing in installing computers for university students, while also repairing computers and selling complete/disassembled computer parts; the company adopted democratic management, all employees were students from impoverished backgrounds, and the income was split equally among everyone… The questions we wanted to ask him mainly focused on…

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