[Fantasy] Erotic City Married Women (Complete) - 25-27

The Wall Chronicle (02) The supermarket

lecherous uncle was wearing pants and was pressing Zhao Jie tightly, so the three cameras could not see the beautiful scene of the two adulterous men and women thrusting between their lower bodies. However, the rhythmic rise and fall of their bodies and the "hmm" moans that Zhao Jie made from her nose while covering her mouth still gave me great audiovisual stimulation...

What's more, this good show was interrupted by Xiao Tong's knocking on the door in less than ten minutes, making the two of them get up in a hurry, put on their clothes in a hurry, and look very embarrassed. I suspect that Xiao Tong did it on purpose, that girl!

[Scene 2] (At the end of last year in the lunar calendar, in the manager's office, the uncle and a migrant worker's wife who was caught stealing shampoo in the supermarket)

The uncle sent the security guard Lao Chen away, locked the door, returned to his seat, slammed the table hard, and shouted: "Hurry up and take it off!" His

police uniform and police hat, which he regarded as treasures, were neatly stacked on the table. I once asked the uncle why he kept the police badge, rank, shoulder insignia and other police symbols on his uniform when he retired. He smiled mysteriously and said, "I have my ways."

Unexpectedly, the police uniform he had deliberately placed on the table proved useful in intimidating the uneducated village woman. Every time Uncle Tang slammed his hand on the table or shouted, she would jump in fright, then softly cry and beg for mercy, "Officer, I really only took a bottle of shampoo, I really don't have any more, boohoo..."

But she didn't dare to slack off, obediently taking off her outer cotton-padded coat and trousers.

"Take off more! Sweater, woolen trousers! If you don't behave, I'll send you to the police station!"

Uncle Tang continued sternly, but looking at the trembling country woman who was only focused on taking off her clothes, a smug smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

Although the manager's office was heated, the woman, now only in her thermal underwear, was still shivering, her hands tightly wrapped around her chest, whether from the cold or fear, it was hard to tell. My uncle, however, began searching her body without any restraint, starting from her back, then her waist, abdomen, legs, and feet, lingering on her buttocks for a while before sliding down her cleft. With a scream from the woman, my uncle's hand was tightly trapped between her terrified legs.

"This is where women like to hide things, you have to check it thoroughly..."

My uncle was truly shameless!

"Please... Waaah... I really didn't take anything else... Please stop playing tricks on me..."

Even the most naive and uncultured woman would know that my uncle's intentions were not what they seemed.

"Don't cry!... Oh, and here too, you have to check that..."

My uncle's other hand slipped inside the woman's undershirt, kneading her breasts. Honestly, seeing this, I felt my uncle was utterly shameless! Normally, with my strong sense of justice, I would have rushed in to defend her, but at that moment, another side of me desperately wanted to see this lewd scene continue.

Next, under her uncle's threats, the ignorant woman thought she had committed a serious crime punishable by imprisonment. She considered his light punishment a pardon, and dared not utter a word of dissent. Besides fear, she cared nothing for the shame of her body. She obediently allowed her uncle to molest her under her long underwear, not daring to cry out loud, only suppressing soft sobs.

When her long underwear was pulled up to her back, and her long underwear and panties were pulled down to her knees, she fearfully twisted her plump buttocks, pleading, "Spare me!" But her upper body was already pressed against the table by her uncle, her bare buttocks sticking out high, a position most vulnerable to penetration.

Her uncle rubbed his already thick, hard penis against her cleft, as if getting some of her vaginal fluid, then shoved it inside, thrusting his hips forward, followed by a series of unrestrained, violent thrusts. The woman only

let out a muffled cry of "Oh God!" at the moment of penetration, then resignedly submitted to her uncle's humiliation. Afraid of crying out loud, she covered her mouth with the bra her uncle had pulled from her undershirt, only making soft "mmm" sounds through her nose.

Right next to her face, pressed against the table, lay that imposing police uniform neatly folded…

I was genuinely worried that my uncle's audacity might land him in jail. But events proved my worries unnecessary. After that day, like a villainous boss in every movie, my uncle held the crying woman, fondling her breasts while offering words of comfort and threats, finally giving her 500 yuan as compensation. As a result,

the migrant worker's wife not only didn't report it, but also became my uncle's "country lover," meeting him every few days when he was on night shift.

[Scene Three] (During last year's National Day holiday, in the manager's office, my uncle and Hua, a community woman)

Hua was in her early forties; her husband was my uncle's former police colleague. She ran her own clothing store, giving the impression of being dignified, capable, and virtuous. Extramarital affairs and infidelity seemed completely unrelated to her.

Yet, her uncle's relatively secluded manager's office possessed a certain magic, a magic specifically designed to entice virtuous women to err! On her fifth massage session, Hua Jie had an affair.

Her uncle certainly had a knack for seducing married women, starting with probing, gradually deepening the intimacy, step by step… the key being the massage itself, providing cover for himself and an excuse for the married woman. Her

uncle's seduction of Hua Jie was a textbook example of how a massage therapist can seduce a married woman. The first time, he tested the waters, only teetering on the edge of sensitivity, testing the woman's level of acceptance. The second time, he spoke caring and intimate words, slowly touching on sensitive topics to close the psychological distance; physically, he continued to tease on the edges of sensitive areas, changing the massage to caressing on the breasts, waist, legs, and buttocks. The third time, he asked the married woman to unhook her bra from under her clothes. While massaging her buttocks, he pulled down her outer pants, exposing her buttocks, which were only covered by her underwear. He could then brush against her nipples and labia through her clothes. By the fourth time, he focused on the area around her genitals, stimulating her labia and clitoris from time to time, not stopping until her underwear was wet. She

didn't resist at all, so the fifth time was inevitable.

To me, as a voyeur, Hua Jie's infidelity was quite unusual.

Judging from her behavior in the previous instances, Hua Jie had been mentally prepared for this affair, but was simply too shy to admit it. Her breasts, buttocks, and genitals had all been rubbed raw by her uncle, leaving her crotch soaked. Her breathing became rapid, but Hua Jie, still trying to save face, said something that still makes me laugh: "I'm exhausted these days, I fall asleep like a log... um... Manager Yin... if I fall asleep later, just go about your business and don't worry about me... or you can wake me up in an hour..."

As she spoke, she slowly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Even a fool would know what to do at this point!

Her uncle grinned, gently lifting Hua Jie's shirt and pulling down her already down-to-the-thigh pants, then pulled out his hard little penis and rubbed it against her soft waist and legs, until the head of his penis became even more grotesque and purple. Hua Jie remained "asleep."

Then, Uncle slowly pulled down Hua Jie's panties, which had already been half-pulled down, revealing her plump, white buttocks. He rubbed the crotch of the panties, which were covered in sticky, white vaginal fluid. Uncle excitedly inserted two fingers into her wet vulva and slid them up and down. Hua Jie remained "asleep."

He lowered his head between her buttocks, sniffing and licking wildly, but Hua Jie still didn't wake up. He pressed his back against her and thrust in hard. I could clearly see her buttocks subconsciously twitch, and she let out a soft hum, but Hua Jie still didn't wake up!

After thrusting for more than ten minutes, the "gurgling" sounds were even audible to my monitoring equipment, before Hua Jie finally couldn't bear it any longer and "woke up," moaning "hmm, ahh."

"Um...oh dear...Manager Yin, how could you...do this? How am I supposed to face people like this...you scoundrel, you bad old man...I trusted you so much...sob..."

Despite the cursing and crying, a few days later, Sister Hua still went to Uncle Tang for massages. And instead of once a week, it became once every three days.

[Scene Four] (The third day after the hidden camera was installed, in the manager's office, Uncle Tang, Xiao Tong, and A Xiu)

During the lunch break, Xiaotong insisted on dragging Axiu to get a massage from her uncle, chattering away about his massage skills and how they had cured her back pain and leg aches. Her

uncle, who had long harbored lust for Axiu, naturally encouraged her.

Axiu seemed to have heard about her uncle's lecherous nature and hesitated at first, but firstly, she had probably told Xiaotong about her back pain and couldn't find a reason to refuse; secondly, perhaps thinking that "with Xiaotong there, even if my uncle is lecherous, he won't dare to do anything inappropriate," she finally lay down on her uncle's "makeshift massage bed" under the combined efforts of her uncle and Xiaotong. After

a proper massage for about ten minutes, with Xiaotong reading and chatting beside her, I thought her uncle wouldn't have any chance to grope her today, and I felt a strange sense of relief.

But what Xiaotong did next truly shocked me.

“Uncle (since Xiaotong recognized me as her godbrother, she started calling him Uncle too), didn’t you say last time that pressing here and here would be even more effective? That’s how I got better!”

Xiaotong pointed to Axiu’s buttocks and inner thighs, winking at her uncle as she spoke.

“Ah, right, right, I was… taking it step by step, one step at a time, next, just press, just press…”

Uncle was probably confused by Xiaotong’s words. When he saw her winking at him, he suddenly realized and gave Xiaotong a sly, lecherous smile of gratitude.

Axiu was lying down, unaware of what the two were doing behind her. When her uncle’s hands were on her buttocks, she shyly twisted her waist and tried to get up. But Xiaotong reached out and pressed down on her back, comforting her, “Sister Axiu, don’t be afraid, it will hurt a little, but it’s very effective, just bear with it, ah!”

I finally understood what was going on. Xiaotong must have been jealous of Axiu’s occasional flirtatious glances and secret feelings for me, and she was here for revenge. This girl, it turns out that recognizing me as her godbrother was just a pretense, she actually...sigh, did I owe a lot of debts to women in my past life?

Our supermarket uniform skirts are so narrow and tight, and the material is so thin. Plus, although Ah Xiu is slender, her buttocks are full and round. Uncle will definitely love touching them! And as Ah Xiu shyly struggles and twists, the skirt naturally rises slowly, revealing her long, slender legs covered in flesh-colored stockings—it's incredibly alluring!

"And here too, didn't you say that pressing here would relieve the soreness..."

To make matters worse, Xiao Tong even added insult to injury, pointing at Ah Xiu's tempting thighs to Uncle.

How could Uncle, that old lecher, let go of such a golden opportunity? With a swift movement, his thumbs slid from her buttocks into the inside of Ah Xiu's legs. Immediately, Ah Xiu struggled fiercely, shouting at Xiao Tong, "Stop! I'll get angry if you don't let go!" Only then did Xiao Tong release her and let her get up.

During that half-minute struggle, I saw Ah Xiu's cute white underwear on the screen, and I also saw my uncle secretly squeezing Ah Xiu's full crotch with his thumb. I was filled with hatred!

But for Xiao Tong, like Guo Jing hating the mischievous Huang Rong, I couldn't really hate her. I could only curse my uncle hundreds of times in my heart. Whatever, he's not really my uncle!

That day, I also discovered a fact: I could actually be jealous of Ah Xiu!

[Scene Five] (One day last year, in the manager's office, my uncle, Xiao Rou, and Lin Ying)

For a while, Ah Jian kept praising my uncle's massage skills in front of Lin Ying and Xiao Rou, saying that after exercising, having my uncle massage me would help me lose weight and shape my body better. This guy, knowing that my uncle is a complete "lecher," still sent his wife into the wolf's den, and even dragged my wife into it! He must have read too many novels about scheming wives and girlfriends! It's my fault, I was the one who recommended him, sigh...

My two beautiful wives believed it and even bought gifts to meet my uncle. I was seething with anger, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't exactly tell them, "My uncle is a pervert, look at my spying footage!"

The only thing I could do was silently spy on him giving his wives massages in my office.

Fortunately, my uncle was mindful that the two women were his younger relatives, so even with his lustful desires, he didn't dare to make a move. After spying on him several times, I saw that it was almost entirely a proper massage technique from a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, without any erotic movements. Occasionally, when he massaged the waist or legs, he would pause slightly, seemingly about to touch sensitive areas, but then abruptly stop or glide past them, and my heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, would immediately relax.

But even so, I still felt very uncomfortable. Letting another man touch his wife's body (my uncle requires everyone who comes for a massage to wear soft, close-fitting clothes, so my obedient wife and Lin Ying's figures were clearly visible during the massage), and this man was a lecherous old man in his sixties, whose hands had probably groped and molested countless women! It would be strange if he didn't feel uncomfortable!

It was Sunday, and Xiao Rou and Lin Ying had just finished exercising at home and were coming for their sixth massage.

Xiao Rou was first. The first ten minutes were normal, but things changed when Lin Ying went to the restroom. While my uncle was massaging Xiao Rou's waist and ribs, his hands stopped at her breasts. You see, my wife's breasts are very full; lying like that, the flesh would definitely bulge out a little, and she doesn't like those underwire bras with thick padding; she prefers thin, soft padding. Judging from my uncle's movements, it was deeper than ever before, definitely touching the softest part of my wife's breasts. That damned old man, he even dares to touch my wife!

My wife, who had been enjoying the comfortable massage, realized what was happening after a few seconds. She shifted her body slightly, and seeing that his hands were still lingering, perhaps afraid of offending her elders, she softly called out, "Lin Ying, why haven't you...?"

My uncle was startled and immediately moved his hands away.

I have to admire my wife's emotional intelligence, and even more so, her steadfastness!

When it was Lin Ying's turn, her phone rang, and Xiao Rou went out to answer it. Actually, it was me calling, on purpose, hehe. A diversionary tactic, to see if my uncle would also make a move on Lin Ying, and also to find out if A Jian's wife was as steadfast as my wife, hehe...

Sure enough, after a while, my uncle's lecherous hands lingered in the same spot again. Lin Ying was startled and, like Xiao Rou, turned away. But this time, my uncle didn't seem to back down; he leaned down and whispered something in Lin Ying's ear. Lin Ying seemed somewhat shocked, stopped her massage, shook her head, and also said something to my uncle.

My uncle whispered something in her ear again, this time a little louder, and I could make out the words "Dawei," "photos," and "a few years ago." Dawei is my uncle's eldest son. He had pursued Lin Ying before and they dated for a few months, but with my clever plan, Ajian stole her away and won her heart. In a fit of anger, Dawei left for America to live with his younger brother.

That must have happened five or six years ago. Why was it coming up in my uncle's mouth? And what photos?

While I was racking my brains, my uncle's lecherous hand had been lingering on Lin Ying's breast for at least a minute. Seeing that Lin Ying no longer resisted, his hands went even further, reaching down, and judging from his gestures, he must have grabbed her breast completely! Uncle, you're a complete lecher! That's your niece-in-law!

I quickly said goodbye to Xiaorou and hung up the phone. Xiaorou returned to the manager's office, which finally relieved Lin Ying's predicament.

From then on, I felt very conflicted. On one hand, I was eager to know what made Lin Ying so terrified, willingly submitting to her uncle's lewdness, and I also wanted to see how she would react. On the other hand, I felt a pang of heartache and resentment, after all, Lin Ying was the woman I had long admired.

There's no way to recount all of my uncle's lewd acts of seducing respectable women all at once; I'll leave that for later, as the story unfolds.

Oh, after saying so much, it seems I haven't introduced myself yet?

I am 34 years old this year, my surname is Lu and my given name is Hao. In business, I am respectfully called "General Manager Lu". My friends call me "Ah Hao" or "Ah Lu". Several close female friends like to call me "Brother Hao" in private. Only Xiao Tong calls me "Dry Pot"! Sigh...

Please continue to follow the story of me, Ah Jian and Uncle Yin.

Wall Chronicle (03) The Mantis Stalks the Cicada

Last time, Ah Jian and I, two lewd brothers, couldn't stand the stimulation of our wives being played with by the other party, and decided on the same occasion that "we will not play next time".

But things didn't go as planned. The performance of the two wives made our lustful desires stir again.

Over the past year, under our teaching, the two wives have gradually gotten used to changing into "cool clothes" as soon as they get home. They basically don't wear bras anymore, their home clothes are getting looser and looser, and their gym clothes are getting more and more fashionable. During workouts, her alluring nipples and fullness between her legs; when bending over to do housework, her two little white rabbits swaying inside her clothes; in the kitchen, her sexy lace apron unable to conceal her graceful curves…

Sigh, isn't this clearly tormenting us two lustful creatures?

Moreover, after the last joke about "dear husband" and "elderly husband," we gradually started using playful phrases like "Hey, that husband" or "Hey, I'm calling my young husband." After a few more rounds of teasing, the terms "elder husband" and "younger husband," "elder wife" and "younger wife" gradually emerged. I'm older than A-Jian, so of course I'm the "elder husband," while Lin Ying is half a year older than Xiao Rou, so naturally she's the "elder wife." If we correspond based on age, these terms take on an ambiguous connotation of "wife-swapping and husband-swapping."

Meanwhile, Lin Ying started enjoying the erotic stories Xiao Rou recommended to her, and Xiao Rou, like Lin Ying and A Jian, asked me to take some suggestive "home life photos" of her, but she laid down three rules: First, I was not allowed to post my wife's explicit photos on the forum like A Jian; second, the photos I took of her could only be kept for three days at most, after which they would be deleted; third, I was not allowed to look at Lin Ying's photos when visiting that forum...

When the two wives discovered that their husbands were peeping at them, they were still a little shy, but their shy expressions also revealed a hint of charming allure. Even if they sometimes lightly cursed "pervert" or gave us a reproachful look, after a while, those cute little white rabbits or sexy panties would still peek halfway through their eyes. The beautiful sight made us two lustful insects drool and stare, which in turn attracted more cursing and eye-rolling, and so on, a vicious cycle.

Unlike Xiaorou's gaze towards Ajian, Lin Ying's eyes held a hint of tender affection beyond shyness and allure. This made me feel smug and my imagination run wild. I had a premonition that regardless of whether Ajian and I'd ever fantasized about wife-swapping, something was definitely going to happen between Lin Ying and me.

Today was the end of the month, and the bank was having overtime as usual. Xiaorou, being the chief accountant, naturally had to work overtime. Ajian had gone to Shanghai yesterday to handle several property rental matters and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. So, it was just Lin Ying and me for dinner.

I don't usually cook, but today I showed off my culinary skills with lobster sashimi and lobster head rice porridge.

Although Lin Ying wasn't as good a cook as Xiaorou, grilling steak was her forte, and she added a salad—a fusion of Chinese, Japanese, and Western styles, both elegant and simple.

The kitchen was a cacophony of activity: chopping meat, washing vegetables, cooking. One moment I was helping Lin Ying chop onions, the next she was helping me tie my apron and roll up my sleeves. Laughter and complaints filled the air… the scene was just like that of a newlywed couple.

At dinner, Lin Ying marveled at my cooking skills, while I marveled at her appetite. She devoured most of the lobster sashimi and shrimp head rice porridge.

“What are you looking at? Haven’t you ever seen a beautiful woman eat like that?”

As she served the last bowl of porridge, Lin Ying noticed me staring at her blankly and gave me a playful, wink. “Hey, my dear husband, make me another lobster rice porridge tomorrow, okay…”

That playful antics and that wink captivated me… I quickly poured her some red wine to cover my embarrassment.

“Pfft!” Lin Ying chuckled.

“The cork is such a gentleman! Hehe…”

“Oh, hehe…”

I held up the wine bottle, still corked, grinning foolishly.

Dinner passed quickly in this slightly awkward yet warm atmosphere, impossible to hold onto. While Lin

Ying washed the dishes, I diligently followed her around, unable to help. I wanted to continue the warm atmosphere, but I noticed Lin Ying had suddenly become much quieter, her beautiful eyes occasionally revealing the melancholy and sorrow that had become common lately.

I remembered the incident where my uncle had molested her during the massage, and I felt Lin Ying's melancholy was definitely related to that.

My mind raced, guessing and analyzing the situation. A plan formed in my mind: I would test her. If Lin Ying was truly threatened, I would definitely help her; perhaps this incident could even bring us closer!

"Lin Ying, I...I know what's bothering you lately..."

"Oh? I...what's bothering me! Go watch TV over there, don't get in my way..."

"My uncle...he..."

"My uncle? He, what did he say?"

The beauty's nervousness and panic immediately betrayed her, and I felt even more certain.

"It's like this, the day before yesterday I was drinking with my uncle in the supermarket's duty room. He got drunk and started rambling about you, saying he secretly touched you during a massage..."

"He...you believed him when he was drunk..."

The beauty's eyes reddened.

"No, Lin Ying, I know what he said is true. Don't be afraid, I'm here! I'll keep quiet about A-Jian, believe me! The photos...I'll find a way." "

Photos? He even said that...sob..."

Lin Ying finally couldn't hold back her tears, her hands gripping the stove, the lace trim of her apron trembling on her delicate shoulders, making my heart ache.

I comforted her, gently supporting her shoulders, hoping she would throw herself into my arms like in the movies. But instead of what I hoped for, she cried even harder and trembled even more violently. Damn it, those directors and screenwriters definitely have no real-life experience, making things up like this!

"Aying, don't cry! If you feel guilty or ashamed about this, there's really no need."

Undeterred, I continued to gently pat her shoulders, employing my silver tongue: "In my heart, you are the best wife in the world, truly! If I hadn't met Xiaorou first, I would definitely have competed with Ajian. Perhaps God has been particularly kind to us two brothers, allowing us to marry such gentle and beautiful wives!"

After this sincere flattery, I paused, and seeing her sobs subside, I continued with heartfelt comfort: "As for this matter… actually, Ajian and I did many foolish things before marriage, but as you've seen, aren't we still model husbands? Let bygones be bygones, it's not a waste of youth… You've been married for almost four years, haven't you? In these four years, all I've seen is…" A virtuous, proper, loving wife who is perfect for her husband and family! Before? What does the past have to do with the wonderful wife in front of me? To hell with the past!

I became more and more agitated as I spoke, and seeing that she still didn't react, I steeled myself and added, "Ah Ying, don't worry, leave this to me. I guarantee Uncle will obediently hand over the photos, and no one else will know. If I don't handle this well, I'll jump off this 12th floor..."

Before I finished speaking, the beauty suddenly turned around, covered my mouth with her soft little hand, gave me a tearful glare, and scolded me coquettishly, "Who wants you to make such a vow... you fool!"

Opportunity knocks but once, and I decisively pulled her around the waist. Her soft, delicate body didn't struggle and fell into my arms. Sometimes... occasionally... movies and TV shows are still believable, hehe.

This unexpected stroke of good fortune made me hesitant to act rashly. I simply held her waist with one hand and gently stroked her back with the other, letting her face rest on my shoulder. At this moment, Lin Ying, who had already stopped crying, suddenly

burst into tears again, her delicate body trembling and shaking in my arms.

But I could tell that this time it was a woman's unique cry of grievance, a cry born of a sense of security. Hearing such a beautiful woman's cry usually fills a man with a renewed sense of responsibility and boundless ambition, and I was no exception. I immediately took "getting back the photos" as my ultimate mission, becoming full of determination.

From then on, Lin Ying stayed nestled in my arms, quietly listening to me analyze the pros and cons of various strategies, occasionally looking up at me with grateful, admiring, and tender eyes.

After analyzing my uncle's past as a policeman, his social background, his womanizing tendencies, and his father-son-like relationship with A-Jian, I offered Lin Ying the following suggestions: First, my uncle isn't a completely evil person. Besides, he'll consider his reputation and his uncle-nephew relationship with A-Jian, so he's unlikely to break off relations anytime soon by exposing the photos or secretly sending them to A-Jian; that wouldn't benefit him. Second, my uncle has connections in both the legal and illegal worlds. Taking a hard line, like hiring gangsters to threaten him, is definitely not going to work. Third, the most feasible method at present seems to be theft. Fourth, we need to use delaying tactics and continue going for massages. As long as my uncle doesn't go too far, it's okay if he takes advantage of us a little; the main thing is to buy time for my "theft," and it would be even better if I could get some information out of him.

When I analyze problems, I like to use questions. Each time I ask a question, Lin Ying nods obediently on my shoulder, as if she's a submissive woman, ready to entrust her life to me. When the topic of "delaying tactics" came up, she playfully punched me, looked up at me with alluring eyes, and pouted, saying coquettishly, "Let him take advantage of you? What a terrible idea! You... can you bear to do that..."

Realizing her ambiguous words, and that she had said something only she could tell her husband, her face flushed red. She buried her head in my shoulder again and said softly, "Of course you don't care, he's someone else's wife! If it were Xiaorou, would you be willing to do that?"

"I can't bear to do that to either of my wives! It's just... this is all I can think of right now. How about this, after this is over, I'll help you get revenge. Wherever the old man touched you, you can touch him back there!"

"You rascal! You deserve a beating..."

After a flurry of playful punches, the beauty finally smiled through her tears.

After the general strategy was decided, we continued to discuss the details, mainly analyzing the location where Uncle Tang hid the photos. My guess was most likely the manager's office, and secondly, Uncle Tang's house. For a man, especially a managerial man with his own office, the office, free from the interference of his wife, children, and friends, and offering numerous lockable private spaces, is the most reliable hiding place. Haven't some corrupt officials, after being arrested, had photos, videotapes, and even underwear of their victims found in their offices? Heh heh.

If it's really hidden in the manager's office, that would be much more convenient. I have cameras to monitor his actions and can always find some clues, and I also have a key to the manager's office. Of course, no one else knows this, and I can't tell Lin Ying either, increasing the "difficulty" of the operation so she'll rely on and be grateful to me more, right?

Now there's only one thing I don't understand: the content of the photos. A few years ago, according to A-Jian's "confession," Lin Ying did indeed give her virginity to him. So what about the photos my uncle has? Was Lin Ying faking her virginity to A-Jian? I felt a sudden pang of heartache for no reason.

Under my subtle questioning, and also to ensure the smooth completion of my mission, Lin Ying, though shy and hesitant, slowly revealed everything.

That was six years ago. My uncle's eldest son, Yin Dawei, was a professional photographer. He had pursued Lin Ying for over a year before finally winning her over. Although they were a couple, Lin Ying remained conservative, only allowing him to kiss her cheek, hold her hand, and hug her waist; she wouldn't let him take it any further.

Two months into their relationship, one Sunday, after strolling in the park, Dawei invited her to his photography studio. Chatting, drinking coffee, and admiring his work, Dawei skillfully used romance and art to seduce his girlfriend.

After a series of cheesy compliments, Dawei begged her to model for his new work. Everyone loves beauty, and she couldn't resist her lover's temptation, finally agreeing. But slowly, through the constant whispering and intimate teasing during clothing changes, coupled with sweet words and vows of eternal love, the inexperienced girl was undressed piece by piece in a daze, doing many things that she still blushes when she thinks about them now…

Listening to Lin Ying's intermittent narration, although there were no details, I still used my rich imagination to depict the scene in my mind…

“You’re being a pervert! I won’t say anymore…”

I felt a light pinch on my waist and realized that my little brother had gotten hard at some point, pressing against Lin Ying’s lower abdomen.

“I’m sorry, I… it was just a natural reaction, I couldn’t help it…”

Afraid that the beauty would get angry and push me away, I playfully imitated her coquettish tone while hugging her even tighter.

"Back then... I was really infatuated with his artistic temperament, and his sweet talk was better than the two of you. Who knew he was even more of a rogue than you two!"

She didn't seem to want to leave my embrace, and instead naturally wrapped her arm around me with the hand that had pinched me earlier, continuing to recount the origin of the photos. "That day, I don't know what happened... Anyway, his voice, his eyes, were like magic, they captivated me... and his hands, they made me... later even let him do that... and without me even realizing it, it was all photographed... Oh! I'm so embarrassed, I can't talk about it anymore..." "

Which? Oral sex?"

My brother's beautiful wife nestled in my arms, recounting her past romantic escapades. This kind of treatment, which even her husband didn't enjoy, made me, her male confidante, feel blissfully oblivious.

"You're going to die! If you keep doing this... I really won't tell you anymore!"

The price was another hard pinch on my waist, a sharp pain mixed with sweet happiness.

"And did he...?"

I felt ashamed of my probing questions, yet I couldn't help myself.

"I knew you stinky men cared about this! Let me tell you, even if I'm completely infatuated, I can still hold my ground! Including later... and those two photoshoots, I almost... let him get his way, luckily I have strict upbringing and a strong will. And then, as you know, I met Ah Jian and broke up with him... who knew Ah Jian was a bad guy, in just a few months, he... sigh, what a waste of your brother..."

My heart finally settled down.

"Hehe, yeah, why let that kid Ah Jian get away with it? I should have gotten it for myself..."

I resumed my playful grin.

"Dream on!"

My frivolity didn't really anger her, she just made a fist as if to punch me, but I gently grabbed her delicate wrist. We gazed deeply into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and I started to anticipate the intimate scenes in movies and TV dramas.

But instead of an intimate scene, Lin Ying suddenly looked flustered, gently pushed me away, and silently continued washing the dishes.

I didn't want to give up so easily, so I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, asking in confusion, "Wife, everything was fine just now, how come..."

"What we just did was already very inappropriate, I feel... I'm sorry, Xiaorou! In the future... let's not do this anymore, okay..."

Lin Ying twisted her waist slightly and struggled a little, speaking softly.

"I..."

My arms, which were wrapped around her, froze awkwardly, unsure whether to let go or continue.

“But if this works out,” she suddenly turned around, her expression shifting from serious to charming and playful, “I might consider rewarding you. As for how, that depends on my mood! Now, let’s start with a small deposit!”

She looked at me shyly yet charmingly, then quickly kissed my right cheek. That instant of allure left me mesmerized, stunned and speechless…

“Don’t be ungrateful! Go to the living room, be good, your little wife will be back soon.”

June weather, a woman’s face, changes in an instant. The warm, wonderful feeling of her kiss on my cheek hadn’t even faded when she resolutely pushed me out of the kitchen.

But a woman’s premonition is always right; a few minutes later, Xiaorou returned home.

Women's acting talent is truly admirable. In just a few minutes, all that pitiful charm and tenderness vanished, replaced by an indifferent demeanor and chattering. I even wondered if my recent romantic encounter was just a dream.

Women, men are always your defeated foe!

Within three days, I made two major discoveries.

Both were related to an inconspicuous cabinet in the supermarket's makeshift kitchen. This cabinet was where my uncle stored his medicine. Coming from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, my uncle was very knowledgeable about health maintenance. He stored his self-prepared Chinese medicine and tonics bought from the pharmacy in this cabinet, which he even secured with a small padlock.

To date, in my eight camera feeds, this kitchen has zero entries. Because supermarket employees bring their own lunches, this kitchen is only used by my uncle and Lao Chen when they're on night shift making late-night snacks. Aside from Sister Zhao coming in to boil water, very few people use it. When installing the cameras, they lined up the slots and found an extra one, so they just randomly installed this one. Later, I discovered that the camera only recorded boring scenes like Sister Zhao boiling water, Old Chen cooking noodles, and Uncle getting medicine, so I stopped paying attention to it.

It was precisely because of my neglect that the discovery of this secret was delayed for a whole year.

The first discovery, of course, was the photo of Lin Ying that I was most interested in.

After staring at the manager's office for two whole days without any results, I was feeling a bit frustrated when I suddenly remembered that Uncle had gone to the door leading to the kitchen four times that day, but I hadn't seen him take out any medicine. So, out of boredom, I casually glanced at the kitchen feed. It was truly a case of "searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly." This glance revealed that Uncle was taking a large envelope from the cabinet and pulling out several photos to admire. I immediately zoomed in—my God, it really was a photo of Lin Ying!

One photo showed Lin Ying with her snow-white buttocks raised, looking back with a seductive smile; the other showed her puffing out her cheeks while giving Dawei oral sex. Before I could even look at the others, my uncle hurriedly put them back in the cabinet, as if someone was calling him from outside.

Finally finding Lin Ying's photo meant the mission was more than half complete. But while feeling relieved, a slight sour feeling welled up in my throat, and I unconsciously cursed Dawei dozens of times in my mind.

The second discovery was also purely accidental.

After discovering the cabinet's secret, I didn't dare act immediately. Instead, I continued to monitor the kitchen, further observing whether all the photos were there, while pondering a plan to steal them back.

A patient hunter always reaps rewards. I not only discovered where my uncle hid the cabinet key (sometimes he carried it with him, sometimes he tucked it into a book on human meridians on the manager's office bookshelf), but I also unexpectedly saw him take a small bottle from the cabinet, drip a few drops into a water glass, and then return to the manager's office to make mineral water for a young woman waiting for a massage.

So that's how it is! It seems I overestimated my uncle's seduction skills; it turns out he also had the assistance of aphrodisiacs!

A few days later, waiting for an opportunity when Old Chen was on night shift and my uncle didn't have the locker key with him, I brought two bottles of good wine to the supermarket. Old Chen was somewhat flattered and asked me to buy some cooked food to go with the wine at the night market, which he happily did on his bicycle.

Using the ten or so minutes Old Chen was away, I used the key I had secretly kept to open the manager's office door, found the small key, and finally opened the mysterious locker in the kitchen, revealing my uncle's secret space.

Good heavens! There were three or four kinds of female aphrodisiacs alone, and they were all genuine products that couldn't be bought in the market or online. Looking at the small bottle I used to drip fluid on the female customer last time, the packaging showed it was genuine Spanish-made fly spray!

There were also two bottles of powder, probably tranquilizers or similar drugs he had ground himself, because a small white piece of paper on the outside of the bottles had the word "sleep" written on it. Uncle, oh Uncle, who would have thought you were such a dangerous person!

Thinking about it, it's not surprising that my uncle possessed these things; he used to be a policeman! The difference between a policeman and a thug isn't that great. Besides, Uncle only kept a little aphrodisiac confiscated from a thug, not drugs. He's a good cop, haha.

Taking out the heavy envelope, a mix of excitement and sorrow welled up inside, and his hands trembled slightly. He couldn't bear to look closely, so he counted the quantity first: opening the three rolls of negatives and holding them up to the light, two rolls had 36 sheets, one roll had 35 sheets, and there were 105 photos, only two fewer than the negatives. Perhaps those two photos weren't good enough to be developed?

There were also a few old pieces of paper in the envelope, like they were torn from a diary. Looking at the contents, it was written by Dawei before he went to America. Besides being heartbroken and disheartened, he also mentioned saying a "strong farewell" to yesterday, and "destroying" these photos and all the beautiful memories.

Judging from the diary entries, there were probably only these many photos; he didn't keep any other copies. As for why he didn't "destroy" them in the end, only heaven knows!

But were those two photos, which were fewer than the negatives, really not developed? Or perhaps my uncle took it home to "play with"?

I couldn't be sure, so I didn't dare to act rashly and carefully put the things back where they were. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. I pulled a photo out of the envelope, hid it on my person, and then put it back where it was.

Doing this would give Lin Ying an explanation and win her favor; secondly, I was sure my uncle wouldn't count them every time, so I was taking a gamble; and thirdly, even if he found one was missing, logically, my uncle wouldn't think it was stolen, but would only suspect that he had accidentally lost one. Perhaps, in his search, he would even discover the other two possible photos! What's this plan called? Throwing a brick to attract jade? Stirring up the snake in the grass? Yes, luring the snake out of its hole! I felt like a genius.

On the way home after drinking with Lao Chen, I suddenly realized something.

My uncle had stolen a lot of confiscated aphrodisiacs when he was a policeman. Could Dawei have also stolen aphrodisiacs from his lecherous father? Very likely! From Lin Ying's account, I've always been puzzled. How could a conservative girl suddenly become so open? And, although I didn't examine the 105 photos closely due to reluctance and time constraints, I did notice during the counting process that in some photos, Lin Ying's face was flushed and her eyes were glazed—surely a sign of being under the influence of aphrodisiacs?

This reminded me of some photos of Cecilia Cheung in the "Edison Chen photo scandal," where her face was also flushed, as if she were drunk. Therefore, I've always believed that Cecilia Cheung, at least when taking those photos, was at fault by Edison Chen and was somewhat innocent.

Understanding this made me feel much better. My beloved Lin Ying was a victim, not a promiscuous woman!

Of course, I still have reservations about some novels that exaggerate the effects of aphrodisiacs. I firmly believe that without any emotional connection or subjective awareness, aphrodisiacs won't work, unless it's a drug that can cloud one's judgment!

Like Lin Ying, she did have feelings for Dawei at the time and was very infatuated with his artistic temperament. The aphrodisiac should only have served as a lubricant and added to the experience, so she herself did not even realize that the aphrodisiac was there.

And then there's my uncle. I checked the records from the previous four days; he massaged a total of 15 female clients, but only used aphrodisiacs twice, and only two or three drops each time. This shows that my uncle also understands the limitations of aphrodisiacs and knows the importance of slow and steady progress.

I think my uncle didn't intend to use those two or three drops of aphrodisiac to seduce the young woman immediately, but rather to complement his massage and teasing techniques, further allowing her to experience the unusual stimulation that a man other than her husband could provide. Given time, he hoped she would gradually open up and loosen her purse strings…

Back home, only Lin Ying was cooking in the kitchen.

The beauty in the kitchen was so sexy! Although I had seen Lin Ying wearing this light green thong workout outfit before, this was the first time I had seen her paired it with this Western-style white maid's apron. The back of the apron was open, with only two ties tied in a pretty bow at the back waist. The thong's crotch was only slightly wider than a regular thong, barely digging into the buttocks, leaving her two round, white buttocks almost completely naked. The lace trim on the apron on either side made them even more alluring and sexy!

I swallowed hard and rushed into the kitchen to appease her with the good news. Of course, I concealed many truths, such as the hidden camera and the aphrodisiac, only telling her that I had found the hiding place of the photos and stolen one for her to verify.

After taking the photo out of my pocket, I deliberately teased her, holding it high for her to grab. Amidst the pushing and shoving, the playful banter and teasing, I finally managed to pull the beauty into my arms again. Her laughter and scolding abruptly stopped; she gave me a long, wistful look, no longer trying to grab the photo, but simply nestled softly into my embrace.

Instantly, I felt a sweet fragrance filling my air, so blissful I almost couldn't breathe.

The beauty in my arms wore only a thin leotard under her apron, with no bra to block the view. Her two firm breasts pressed tightly against my chest and ribs, and the fragrance of her hair and body wafted into my nostrils. I felt my little brother, which had been holding her waist, rise up again, seemingly rudely approaching her. My hand, which had been around her waist, began to slide uncontrollably toward her bare buttocks...

"Slap!" The beauty slapped my hand hard on the back of her back, looked up at me, and asked, "Tell me the truth, you helped me just to take advantage of me, didn't you?"

I quickly pulled my hand away from her buttocks, held it to my face, raised my middle and index fingers, and solemnly swore, "Heaven have mercy! The sun and moon bear witness, if I, Lu Hao, were to..."

"Save your breath, here we go again! Do you think I'm some easy girl to fool? Heh... Look at you, I don't know if you're a thief or a complete idiot?"

It seemed the beauty wasn't really angry, there was still hope!

I quickly got back to the point and asked her to think carefully about how many photos Dawei had taken. Lin Ying thought for a while before saying, "Probably two rolls... or three rolls. I was so dizzy from what he did back then, I don't remember exactly. Anyway, we only took photos three times in total, and each time... I don't think I ever saw him change the film, so it couldn't have been more than three rolls, right? Ugh, why do you keep making me think about those embarrassing things? You should just go and get them all back for me!

Ugh..." "Please! I'm checking the quantity with you to make sure everything is correct. It's for your

own good, you know, Miss!" I complained, but secretly I was thoroughly enjoying the beauty's coquettishness. Because when the beauty acted coquettishly, she would wriggle her body, and when she did, those two bumps would rub against my chest, so itchy...

I suppressed the itch and analyzed Dawei's diary pages with her. Combining it with her recollections, we concluded that only three rolls of photos were taken, and only this set was developed. Now the only question is, do the two missing negatives even exist? For safety's sake, we should wait for an opportunity and not act immediately.

"But tomorrow is the day for the slimming massage again, and Xiaorou doesn't know, she'll definitely drag me there... What should I do? Just thinking about that old man makes me scared..."

"You have to go!"

I said decisively. "This is a crucial moment. Think about it, what if Uncle finds out a photo is missing? If you don't go, won't he become suspicious? Besides, with Xiaorou with you, he shouldn't go too far, don't worry! Actually... I also can't bear to see my wife being touched by that old man, but there's no other way, right?"

"But I..."

She was actually already willing to listen to me, but she was just too embarrassed.

"Here's what you do, set my number as a shortcut on your phone, and put your phone under your pillow every time you get a massage. If Xiaorou has to go out and that old man does that to you again, don't call him, just press the shortcut, and I promise I'll be there within three minutes, okay?"

"Thank you..."

The beauty looked at me gratefully, her eyes filled with tenderness.

“It’s not safe for this photo to stay with you. If A-Jian finds it, all our efforts will be wasted. I’ll hide it for now, and burn them all together after we get all the photos back, okay?”

My hand slid down to her soft buttocks again.

“Mmm…”

The beauty’s voice grew softer and softer, her big eyes watery.

“You said last time you wanted me to teach you to swim. Next Sunday, all the supermarket employees are going for swimming training. Why don’t you come too? I’ll teach you, okay?”

I took advantage of the situation and covered her smooth, cool buttocks with my entire palm.

“Mmm…”

The beauty’s big eyes closed, her beautiful red lips moist.

I finally couldn’t help but kiss her…

The next day, Uncle didn’t dare to bother Xiao Rou during the massage. But when it was Lin Ying’s turn, he was less polite.

Uncle was quite resourceful; he actually had Xiao Rou sit at the manager’s desk and help him check the reports that Sister Zhao had prepared, claiming that “it’s reassuring to have someone from our own circle review them.” Once Xiao Rou started looking at the reports, she forgot about everyone else—a professional habit!

My uncle blocked Xiaorou's view with his body, unaware that his every move was being filmed by my camera. I really admire his cunning; while skillfully massaging the sensitive areas of the young woman who dared not resist, he was also casually chatting with another young woman nearby. The old man probably enjoyed this feeling.

It was one thing to reach under the young woman's body, from her waist up to her breasts (Lin Ying, at my instruction, was wearing a thick underwire bra), but he even dared to slip his dirty hand between my beloved woman's legs while massaging her legs! That was a place I had always dreamed of reaching!

I jumped to my feet. At the same time, my phone rang. Seeing it was Lin Ying, I immediately rushed downstairs.

Entering the manager's office, I casually greeted my wife first, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw my uncle's hand abruptly withdraw from between Lin Ying's legs, and he pretended to massage her calves with great effort. That old bastard!

On the way home, while Xiaorou was greeting the neighbors, I secretly pointed to my watch at Lin Ying. She smiled knowingly and whispered, "48 seconds." Then, she lightly smacked her red lips and blew me a kiss, her eyes full of allure.

I was captivated again…

My feelings towards my uncle became complicated. On one hand, I hated him for threatening and harassing the woman I loved; on the other hand, I felt grateful to him. Without his shameful behavior, how could the beauty have become so dependent on me and thrown herself into my arms?

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. The snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.

My uncle thought he had the photos and his prey was within his grasp, but he didn't realize he was unknowingly pushing the beauty step by step into my arms. Although the game with my uncle had only just begun, and the outcome was still uncertain, at least in the battle for the beauty's heart, I held an absolute advantage.

The red apricot on the wall, exceptionally alluring.

Although it's difficult for us to do anything under Xiaorou and Ajian's watchful eyes, the occasional flirtatious glances or "accidental" physical contact can excite me for most of the day, making me secretly smile at myself in the mirror.

The long-lost taste of first love welled up in my heart again.

Of course, I wouldn't dare to "do anything," because I had a prior agreement with A-Jian, and I couldn't do anything to betray my brother. As long as I knew that my beloved Fang held a place for me, I was content.

In these days of contentment, I was slow to react to many things, until tonight.

Tonight, Xiao Rou and Lin Ying's mutual senior classmate was taking wedding photos and specially invited the two beauties to be bridesmaids. They're both over thirty and still single. You know, getting married is fine, but why all this fuss, having to trouble my two wives? I curse her... um... her husband is a womanizer! Hehe!

A-Jian just went camping with his bunch of cronies again. I was so bored, so I went to my "little nest" in the restaurant to play chess online. But I lost several games in a row. Frustrated, I opened the screen to peek and unexpectedly discovered something strange.

Actually, if we disregard the person in question, it's not surprising. It's just that my uncle, while on night shift, hooked up with a married woman to spend the night with him. This is perfectly normal for my uncle, or even for me, who's always been spying on his privacy.

What's strange is that the person in question is Old Chen's wife, the honest and simple-minded A-Juan!

"Are you done yet? I'm so sleepy..."

Typical frigid woman's words.

"Not yet, baby! It's only considered complete after I cum, right? Come on, stick your ass up

a bit more... Oh, right..." "Ouch, be gentle... Old Chen isn't this rough with your girlfriend!... Hmm, oh..." A-Juan obediently stuck her ass up even more, and seemed to start to react to my uncle's vigorous thrusting.

"Your pussy is so tight, it feels so good... Baby, Old Chen won't suspect you're working overtime, will he?"

My uncle thrust in and out while grabbing and kneading A-Juan's two big breasts.

"Hmph! He wouldn't! Every day when he comes home, all he does is drink, fuck me, and sleep. Hey! Be gentle... Ouch! It's so itchy... Hmph... Um... I need to pee, I need to pee... Pee... Oh no, I'm going to pee... Waaah..."

Ah Juan's big white buttocks thrust back forcefully, faster and faster, followed by a spasm, her head burying itself under the pillow, letting out a "waaah"—whether a cry of shame or a moan of excitement, it was hard to tell.

What a mature woman experiencing her first orgasm! It made my heart itch!

But what exactly was going on? Old Chen's wife was registered in the suburbs of this city, in what used to be a county town, and she spoke with a slight rural accent. From what I remembered, although she was fairly pretty, she was clearly a very conservative, hardworking rural woman who knew nothing of the pleasures of life. She was said to be only 35, but the hardships of life made her look over 40. Anyway, she seemed like the kind of woman who would never be associated with adultery!

My intense curiosity energized me, and I quickly reviewed the video recordings from the past four days. Eight scenes, 96 hours, a thorough, fast-forwarded search... I finally understood the whole story.

So that's how it was! That cunning old man! That foolish old Chen! Hahaha, hahaha... 02-01
Wall Watch (04) The Oriole in the Back

Although Old Chen is from Changchun, he is very thin and doesn't look like a typical Northeasterner who eats pork stew with vermicelli. His personality is also unlike that of a typical Shanghai man. He is shrewd in small matters but muddle-headed in big matters. His uncle and Sister Zhao often laugh at him for "picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons."

This incident further proves the truth that "being greedy for small gains leads to big losses."

After reviewing the video recordings from the past four days (mainly the manager's office, kitchen, and duty room), I thoroughly experienced my uncle's cunning and treacherous nature. I admire him a little, but I am also inexplicably afraid of him.

The whole story is actually quite cliché. It's nothing more than Uncle Yin setting a trap, deliberately letting Old Chen eavesdrop on his "good deeds" with Yu Fen (the migrant worker's wife who stole the shampoo). Once the bait was in place, he would then set the hook. The night before last, Uncle Yin was on duty. He lured Yu Fen over, drugged her with sleeping pills, and made her pass out on the office sofa. Then he called Old Chen, saying he had an urgent matter to attend to back in his hometown and asked Old Chen to cover his shift. He also asked Old Chen to look after his girlfriend, who had a cold and fever, and specifically "reminded" him to give her some food. It was a strong cold medicine, and she slept very soundly. If nothing else happened, he told her to sleep until the next morning. Then he "hurriedly" left, not to return to his hometown in the county, but to complain to Old Chen's wife, Juan, that Old Chen was having an affair with his girlfriend. Juan didn't believe him, so he tricked her into going to the supermarket and secretly entered through a back door to "catch them

in the act." Old Chen, greedy for small gains, indeed fell for the trap, and was caught red-handed "drugging" Yu Fen… The ending is easy to guess: Juan cried and screamed, Old Chen begged for mercy, and the uncle threatened to report it. Finally, the timid couple weighed their options for over an hour and had no choice but to accept the uncle's compensation plan: Juan would sleep with him for one night. Old Chen knew he'd been tricked but could only swallow his anger, because the uncle still had Yu Fen's underwear stained with his semen!

The greed of the deceived, the cunning of the deceiver—the story is old-fashioned, but the uncle performed it so smoothly and flawlessly! I'm truly impressed. As for Old Chen, he must be kicking himself!

Luckily, his uncle was somewhat "reasonable." After practically pulling and shoving A-Juan into the duty room, he secretly told him that since his girlfriend had already been "defiled," he could continue to play with her out of pity for his "sacrifice of his wife," as long as he didn't wake her up. His uncle had been telling people every day recently that Yu-Fen wanted to divorce her husband and marry him; maybe he was just using that to bewitch Old Chen, giving him the same thrill of having sex with someone he knew, making him feel that sacrificing his own wife was worthwhile. This way, Old Chen felt at ease and avoided future trouble; maybe he could even play a "wife-swapping game" in the future! Haha, his uncle is truly cunning!

And so, in the duty room, A-Juan, tricked into drinking "fly water" by her uncle, was being fucked until she screamed and cried out. The bed was covered in wet patches, clearly visible on the security camera. On the sofa in the manager's office, Old Chen's thin, dark buttocks bounced up and down on Yu-Fen's plump, white buttocks as he cursed, "Fuck you to death, fuck you to death!" It was quite amusing!

Half an hour later, her uncle was still full of energy, and A-Juan was being fucked until she screamed and cried intermittently. Meanwhile, Old Chen had already given up, but he wasn't satisfied. He stripped Yu-Fen naked, touching and licking her repeatedly. Seeing that his penis was still limp, he tiptoed to the duty room door, listening to his wife's screams and cries of "Oh my god!" inside. He seemed to get a little hard after a while, so he immediately ran to the sofa, straddled Yufen, and started moving on her. But it didn't last long; Yufen was probably sleeping like a log, which dampened his enthusiasm, and he went soft again. Helplessly, he sat up, slapped Yufen's buttocks a few times, and muttered something under his breath...

I wasn't interested in date rape, and seeing that Old Chen wasn't doing anything, I simply zoomed in on the screen of the duty room.

At this moment, my uncle positioned Ajuan in a "frog position," fucking her until the bed creaked and the wife screamed.

To be honest, Ajuan was really well-endowed when she was naked! I'd never had much desire to look closely at these hardworking, housewives who looked older than their actual age, but I never imagined that she would be so fair and plump when she was naked!

Those breasts that were usually tightly held were so round and full! Between her plump legs, folded into an M shape, the high mound of her vulva was covered in black pubic hair, which actually made me hard!

My uncle had dripped five drops of "fly water" into her mineral water, far more than the usual amount of "fly water" on the young women who came for massages! No wonder the usually frigid A-Juan was behaving so wantonly today!

"Oh my god! Manager Yin... please spare me! Let me rest... oh... don't be too rough... you're killing me..."

A-Juan's moans were loud, like someone haggling loudly in a market, and very unfamiliar, as if she had never moaned in bed before, but I found it fascinating, and my penis was incredibly hard.

"Oh manager, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, that's... oh, it hurts so much! That's a fart, oh dear... pull it out! Please..."

Suddenly, A-Juan screamed like a pig being slaughtered, but her uncle, clearly doing it on purpose, ignored her. He forcefully pressed her folded thighs apart, and his thick, dark penis was already halfway into her anus. With plenty of lubrication from her vaginal fluid, her uncle thrust in and out effortlessly, penetrating deeper and deeper.

Whether it was because A-Juan's anus was naturally sensitive or because of the "fly fluid," after a few minutes, A-Juan stopped screaming, only moaning softly, "Mmm, ahh..."

At this moment, I realized that I had been masturbating without realizing it. Although my hand was outside my pants, I was almost at the point of ejaculation, so I quickly held back and continued watching.

Throughout the night, Uncle Tang had sex with A-Juan for over an hour, going through every position imaginable – prone, bent over, lying down, riding – until the docile A-Juan was too exhausted to even move a finger. The next morning, Uncle Tang, emboldened by the experience, greedily asked Old Chen to sleep with A-Juan five more times. His reasoning was that Old Chen had committed rape, which he claimed was unwilling, so one time wasn't enough; he needed at least five more times to "balance his mind." Old Chen, having evidence of the rape in Uncle Tang's possession and being inherently timid, had no choice but to agree, even signing a pre-written "confession of rape" prepared by Uncle Tang. Uncle Tang said that after he had slept with A-Juan five times, he would destroy the "confession" along with his underwear in front of him.

Throughout the entire process, I noticed the occasional smug look on my uncle's face, Old Chen's obsequious and lewd expression, and A-Juan's silent demeanor with her head down, occasionally glancing disdainfully at her husband and shyly at her uncle—all of which I observed. ...

Back to tonight's "live broadcast," it finally came to a halt. My uncle seemed tired too, falling asleep with A-Juan in his arms, but even in his sleep, he was still unsatisfied, one hand holding the married woman's breast, the other covering her vulva.

There was nothing more to see. I checked my watch; it was already 11:30. Why hadn't Xiao Rou and the others returned yet? Just as I was getting bored, Lin Ying called.

"Hey? Where are you? Why aren't you home yet?"

"I... I'm in the restaurant office! Neither my wife nor my wife are home, I'm so bored. You're home? What's wrong? Did your little husband go camping and you miss your big husband? Heh..."

"You're so silly! We just got back too, sigh... I'm exhausted! Xiao Rou is busy taking a shower and told me to call you, come back quickly."

"Okay, okay, my wife gave the order, I'm home right away! My wife is tired, let me give you a massage, heh..."

"You're so sweet! Be careful Xiao Rou gets jealous..."

Speaking of massages, I thought of my uncle again.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind," when I learned this idiom as a child, all I could picture was a cicada, a mantis, and an oriole on a branch. Now, after more than ten years of struggling in the real world, seeing the deceit and treachery of officialdom and business, seeing this idiom makes me think of ordinary people, unscrupulous merchants, and corrupt officials.

The incident of Old Chen being forced to offer his wife gave me a new understanding of this idiom. Besides its slightly erotic and suggestive connotations, it made me deeply understand the true nature of society. Everyone thinks they are the smartest, but they don't realize that when you think you've found an easy advantage, the oriole may be lurking behind you; or even if you are the oriole, isn't there an eagle behind you?

It seems I underestimated my uncle's cunning before. I need to be careful in the future, lest I unknowingly become the mantis like Old Chen, which would be a huge loss. Xiao Rou and Lin Ying are my precious children!

These past two days while A Jian was away, I took on the responsibility of taking care of my "two wives." Actually, they should be taking care of me, doing laundry, cleaning, and tidying up the house. It pained me to see them doing it, but I couldn't help. As for me, I just cooked a few good dishes, played video games with my son, and occasionally gave them massages to please them.

Son? I've been married for six years, of course I have a son. However, he attends a boarding kindergarten and only comes home on Saturdays and Sundays. My dad is an only son, and I only have an older sister, so my son is the only son in the family, and everyone dotes on him. Every Friday afternoon, he's either picked up by his grandparents or his aunt to go to his piano lesson. When would we get a chance?

"Want to see your son? Fine, come over!"

my dad says.

"You young people are good enough to take care of yourselves, how can you take care of a child..."

my mom nags.

"A child's character education needs to start from a young age, from infancy! I want my nephew to be a well-rounded talent, proficient in everything from music and art to calligraphy and painting! He can't be like you, just making a few bucks!"

My sister, a music professor without children, is a "child-rearing fanatic," and I suffered a lot from her antics when I was little. Now... my poor son!

So, when we finally come home, it's the happiest time for my son. He doesn't have to be forced to eat steak and drink milk, doesn't have to paint or play the piano, and I, as his father, am basically a king of the kids, spending the whole day playing video games, soccer, rollerblading, and fishing with him. How could he not be happy?

Lin Ying and her husband are a modern, childless couple. A-Jian doesn't like children at all, while Lin Ying, focused on her career, says she'll have children after she turns 32. But she adores my son, and he's very close to her, always calling her "Big Mommy" since he was little.

Right now, after massaging Xiao Rou, my son and I are massaging Lin Ying together! His chubby little hands only like to knead Lin Ying's buttocks and thighs, making Xiao Rou laugh and say, "Like father, like son.

" I deliberately tried to take over his "territory," and Xiao Rou glared at me, scolding, "Don't cross the line, that's my son's!"

Actually, I could see that Xiao Rou's eyes only held a warm smile; there was no jealousy.

While Xiao Rou took my son to the bathroom, I finally got to enjoy a moment of Lin Ying's round, soft buttocks. Lin Ying lay quietly, seemingly asleep, letting me stroke her, but as soon as the sound of flushing came from the bathroom, she gently pushed my hand to her waist and continued to lie quietly.

Gazing at Lin Ying's curvaceous and alluring body beneath her sheer nightgown, I secretly resolved to steal the photos back from my uncle. I couldn't let that old man defile my beloved woman!

But whether those two photos even existed was still a mystery. Ah Jian, on the other hand, was so carefree, going on a camping trip alone, clearly hoping for a romantic encounter! Completely oblivious to my wife's perilous situation, yet he burdened me with this huge responsibility, as if Lin Ying were truly my wife!

Ah, ignorance is bliss!

Sure enough, Ah Jian secretly told me after he returned that several couples in his "outdoor sports group" were members of a wife-swapping club, one of whom was his buddy. That buddy said he could also participate as a "single man," but he had to provide a health certificate and pass an "interview" with a "female examiner" to be accepted. And unlike the married members, he couldn't request to participate without the president's notification unless he persuaded his wife to become a married member.

"Wouldn't that make you a gigolo? Heh... available whenever you want, and for free!"

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't laugh, there are people who desperately want to get in, and we won't let them!"

"So, you're not really going to get a medical check-up and an interview, are you? You stinky gigolo!"

"I really want to go... um, I'll think about it... but you better keep your mouth shut! If A-Ying finds out even a whisper, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"We've always been in cahoots, when have you ever thought I'd say anything? Don't worry! But, you better not get too carried away, don't get addicted and actually take your wife to switch! I'm warning you, even if you do switch, A-Ying's first time should still be mine!"

"Dream on! Huh? While I was away these past two days, did you try anything with my wife? Tell me the truth!"

As he spoke, A-Jian grabbed my neck and shook it violently.

"You little brat, you want to have a contest, huh? Fine..."

I grabbed his hands, turned around, grabbed a large backpack, threw him onto the sofa, pinned him down, and started choking him. In a fight, Ah Jian was never my match. The two brothers fought from the sofa to the balcony, from the balcony to the stairs, making a ruckus all over the house, until our two wives came home, laughing and scolding us, "Why are you never growing up?"...

Hearing my two lovely wives' sweet scolding, my heart melted. Seeing Ah Jian's cheeky expression, the two brothers, as if on cue, I deliberately loosened my grip, and he "broke free."

"Hmph, you can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from your wife!"

I immediately pounced on Lin Ying.

"Catch the thief by catching the wife first..."

Ah Jian also pounced on Xiao Rou.

"Hey! What are you doing..."

"Ah! You're so annoying..."

Caught off guard, the two wives were instantly "captured" by us. Xiao Rou was pinned down on the carpet by Ah Jian, while I, without hesitation, threw Lin Ying onto the sofa and pinned her down.

"Husband, save me!" the two women cried out almost simultaneously, blushing as they turned to look at their husbands.

Xiao Rou was lying face down on the carpet, pinned down from behind by A Jian, her shoulders also pinned down, unable to move at all, only able to twist her body in resistance. But with each twist, her buttocks arched back and forth, wouldn't they rub against A Jian's penis? This was too ambiguous! I wanted revenge!

Actually, Lin Ying's situation wasn't much better: she was pinned down from the front, her hands were bound, and I had one leg inserted between her legs, which were only covered by a thin skirt, making her unable to move either. And with the slightest struggle, her bulging mound of flesh rubbed against my thigh, and I could feel the rustling sound of her pubic hair rubbing against it, it was so intoxicating!

"Husband, save me! He... he's doing something bad..."

Hearing my wife's cry, I turned my head and saw that A Jian was lying flat on my wife's back, his buttocks sticking out, wasn't this the standard "rear-entry" position? If that damned penis was hard, wouldn't it be right in my wife's butt crack? Damn A Jian, I wanted revenge too!

"Husband, that bastard Ah Hao, he touched my...butt..."

Huh? When did I switch to holding Lin Ying's wrists with one hand? Where's the other hand? Oh, it's on the beauty's butt! So soft, so beautiful...

"Husband, he's lewd...ah, no..."

Xiao Rou suddenly cried out in panic. It turned out that Ah Jian leaned down from behind, deliberately pretending to kiss her, scaring her so much that she turned her head back and forth, blushing.

"Don't be afraid, wife, I'll get revenge for you! Hahaha!" I mimicked Stephen Chow's sly laugh while staring at Lin Ying with burning eyes, and also pouting like Ah Jian, threatening to kiss her.

"If you're not afraid that Xiao Rou will be suffocated by Ah Jian's stinky mouth, just go ahead and kiss her..."

Lin Ying said softly, her eyes full of provocation, cunning, and charm, her two red lips luscious and tempting.

In the current situation, Lin Ying and I are facing each other, while Xiao Rou has her back to Ah Jian. If we were to kiss both of them, wouldn't I be taking advantage of the situation? Just as I was hesitating, my wife let out a cry of "Ah!" followed by an exaggerated "M-bo!" Although her face was turned to the other side, I could tell from the "boo" that Ah Jian's damned mouth had definitely touched her pink cheek!

Without hesitation, I lowered my head and fiercely kissed Lin Ying's red lips, and she didn't even flinch!

Although it wasn't the first time I'd kissed Lin Ying, those times had always been sneaky. Kissing her openly like this next to Ah Jian felt completely different. Lin Ying's face was flushed and burning, and our hearts were pounding so hard they were practically jumping together!

Just as I was about to push my tongue between her teeth, Lin Ying suddenly struggled violently, kicking me off the sofa. This dance-practicing beauty is actually quite strong!

Seeing me knocked to the ground by his wife, Ah Jian wisely got up from Xiao Rou. Seeing me sitting there stunned, he pointed at me and burst into laughter. He lost a fight with me earlier, but now his wife has helped him get revenge, and he's laughing so happily—what a scoundrel!

Now it's the beauty's turn to get her revenge. My two wives, blushing with embarrassment, angrily punched and kicked us. I sat on the ground, covering my head, enduring Lin Ying's rain of soft fists, while that scoundrel, A-Jian, couldn't stop laughing gleefully despite Xiao Rou's kicks and punches…

After a passionate night together, Xiao Rou nestled in my arms, her blush still lingering, hesitant to speak.

“What's wrong, baby?”

“Honey, I'm sorry…”

“Hmm?”

“I… I let that bastard A-Jian kiss me…”

“Oh, that? Why are you still bothered? Besides, we didn't lose out, I kissed her back already…”

“Really? Tell me quickly, where did you kiss her!”

My wife, who had just been so tender, suddenly glared at me, her face changing, and she pinched the softest part of my waist hard.

Apparently, when I kissed Lin Ying, my wife had turned her head to the other side to avoid A-Jian's advances and hadn't seen me. Look how fast I've been talking, I deserve a slap!

"Where did I kiss you...face?Nose...oh, lips, lips..."

Under my wife's gentle interrogation, I felt my tender waist muscles ache more and more, finally letting out a long, midnight howl.

For the next few days, during the day, I watched my uncle seduce other men's wives; at night, the four of us—husband, wife, and son—talked and laughed, a little ambiguous, harmonious and intimate.

My uncle is becoming increasingly irresponsible. That folding sofa is practically always flat, covered with a white sheet—it's practically a standard massage bed. On the coffee table next to it, there are always two neatly folded white towels, a tube of disposable plastic cups, and several bottles of massage oil...This isn't a manager's office; it's more like a massage parlor!

More and more people are coming for massages, with women making up more than 80%, mostly wealthy and leisurely wives from nearby upscale communities, as well as their close friends introduced by these wives. There are about five or six female customers almost every day. Besides Uncle's undeniably excellent technique and the fact that it was free, I think another reason these ladies came was to legitimately enjoy the stimulation of a male massage.

While these women varied in quality, wealthy women knew how to dress and maintain their appearance, so there were always one or two particularly attractive ones each day. Uncle naturally paid special attention to these attractive women, giving them extra "effort" in his massages.

After observing Uncle's seductive massage techniques for a while, I finally started to understand his methods. It turns out that a woman's erogenous zones aren't necessarily limited to those three points; wrists, ankles, lower back, behind the ears, shoulder blades, armpits… all could be her sexual vulnerabilities. Uncle was adept at discovering these legitimately arousing spots, and many seemingly prim and proper wives were slowly unlocked by him in this way.

And Uncle's most subtle and powerful move wasn't with his hands, but with his knees. When the married woman is slowly aroused but still somewhat reserved, the uncle will use this trick: he has her lie face down, and under the guise of massaging her calves, he subtly spreads her legs, then slowly massages upwards to her back. During this time, his knees are unknowingly positioned between her legs; using his hands, he continues to move his knees forward, finally pressing against her genitals (at this point, the married woman is usually startled, unsure what to do, but as the uncle's massage intensifies, her attention shifts to her back or shoulders, and she only moans in pain, no longer caring about the pressure on her genitals). After the basic position is set up, the uncle will slowly move his hands to the married woman's waist, and then, using the massage motion, subtly pull her upper body backwards while his knees remain still; in this way, the married woman's hips naturally move backwards, her buttocks slightly raised, and her genitals press against his legs; finally, with the massage, the married woman's mons pubis and labia press tightly against the uncle's leg bones, rubbing rhythmically...

This trick is truly impressive! Within five minutes, the married women would enter a state of arousal, some moaning softly, some trembling slightly, and some even arching their buttocks, rubbing their genitals against the uncle's thighs! The uncle usually wore athletic shorts, exposing his lower thighs, so wouldn't those thick leg hairs be covered in the married women's vaginal fluids? Unfortunately, the camera couldn't see it clearly.

There was another trick, which the uncle rarely used. A device resembling a small motor, secured to the wrist and back of the hand with a belt, made a "buzzing" sound when in use, presumably quite powerful. The uncle usually only used this on married women he was confident he could handle, lying to her that "the ancestral qigong massage has been lost, but this powerful vibrator can achieve the same effect." Only women blinded by lust would believe this wasn't some Japanese-invented aphrodisiac?

But in practice, this vibrator was truly something else! Especially for voluptuous women, the vibration of their white flesh would cause ripples at best, and to surge forth in waves at worst. It was particularly effective at arousing sexual desire; within two minutes, the married woman would either moan incessantly or writhe like a fish on a chopping board. By the time the vibrating hand reached those three points, the woman's nipples were already erect, her juices flowing freely, and she was practically begging to be slaughtered…

This “vibration therapy” was so powerful that I noticed my uncle only used it during his shift after the supermarket closed.

In short, these two methods were even more effective than fly spray; almost every married woman who had been used on them later submitted to my uncle's old man!

Although I was furious at my uncle for threatening and molesting Lin Ying, I still had to admire him for his actions. This second method required equipment, but I had to try the first method on my wife and Lin Ying! Therefore, I spent almost every day “humbly learning” in front of the surveillance screen.

As night falls, the cozy home becomes a place of joyful harmony.

Making flirtatious jokes and even playful banter with each other's spouses in front of one's own has become commonplace. Even while watching TV on the living room sofa or chatting and admiring the moon on the swings in the rooftop garden, we'd occasionally switch places (of course, it was my and A-Jian's goading that worked).

Lin Ying and I were on the same wavelength, always letting me hold her with a trembling, unsteady gait. Xiao Rou, on the other hand, was much more coy, her face flushed like a young girl's, her body stiff. When A-Jian held her, she frequently elbowed him in the ribs. But seeing how "real" my "fake" intimacy with Lin Ying was, Xiao Rou finally couldn't hold back anymore. Pouting and blushing, she leaned against A-Jian, glancing at me every now and then. At first, there was a hint of "murder" in her eyes, but under A-Jian's persistent coaxing, the murderous intent gradually disappeared, leaving only shyness and a touch of provocation.

After this happened a few times, the two wives gradually became less reserved. One evening after dinner, A-Jian and I sat on the sofa first, and the two wives came over leisurely after washing up. Xiao Rou was in front, turning her head to look at Yang Lan on TV, and then naturally plopped down next to A-Jian.

"Huh? You've gotten addicted to switching husbands? You're really stealing other people's husbands!"

Lin Ying exclaimed exaggeratedly upon seeing this.

"Ah!" Xiao Rou suddenly woke up as if from a dream, screamed and ran to my side, throwing herself into my arms, her face flushed red as she punched and pinched me, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" I cried out in pain.

"Hehe..."

"Hehe..."

A-Jian and Lin Ying laughed gleefully on the side...

During our lovemaking that night, Xiao Rou was overcome with passion, moaning softly like a song. During the final sprint, I remarked, "I wonder how big A-Jian's thing is," and it quickly propelled her to the top...

Finally, Sunday arrived, the day I had arranged to teach Lin Ying to swim.

It's all thanks to some city leader who, for some unknown reason, decided to hold a city-wide "National Fitness Swimming Competition," assigning the task to every street and neighborhood committee. Sure enough, last month, Aunt Wang from the neighborhood committee came knocking, showering me with compliments before trying to solicit sponsorship—wanting our supermarket to cover the venue fees for three swimming training sessions. After some careful inquiry, I learned that 37 people from our street were participating in the preliminary rounds, with only eight training sessions in total, costing around 18,000 yuan. I told Aunt Wang I could cover everything, even providing free swimsuits, trunks, and caps for our street's participants, on the condition that the swimsuits bear our "Yiyun Supermarket" logo.

Aunt Wang, who was worried about not getting sponsorship, was overjoyed, her chubby face trembling, readily agreeing to my terms and praising me, saying I was "different from those stingy nouveau riche."

The rented venue was the swimming training pool of the city's youth sports school, which had both indoor and outdoor standard pools. The indoor pool had only four lanes in the middle, connected by red floating chains, for the competitors to practice their starting dives and turns after touching the wall. On either side of the lanes, several specially hired coaches were correcting the competitors' movements.

At that moment, over thirty people were crammed into the large pool, and even with me, Lin Ying, and Xiao Tong from Hunan, it still looked sparsely populated. The outdoor pool, however, was packed with people, splashing water everywhere—over a hundred families of the competitors who had come to "watch and cheer" for a small fee.

As a sponsor, I could bring as many people as I wanted, but Xiao Rou and A Jian couldn't come.

Xiao Rou's bank was holding a 10th anniversary celebration next month, and their department was assigned to perform a female quartet. This was quite challenging, and guidance was essential. Fortunately, A Jian's friend's mother was a leading figure in the city's vocal music scene, and it was quite a feat to get her to participate. So today, I had to trouble that lazybones, A-Jian, to drive his BMW and pick her up to take Xiao-Rou to the bank to coach the four amateur singers, including Xiao-Rou.

We four had swum together a few times before, but both my wives are terrible swimmers. At most, Xiao-Rou would ride on my back, and Lin-Ying on A-Jian, and we'd have a water fight. It got boring after a while. Back then, I thought, if we switched roles, it would be incredibly fun and erotic. Last week, I heard that Xiao-Rou and A-Jian couldn't come, and I thought, "Erotic fun at the pool isn't far off." While secretly gloating, I saw Lin-Ying give me a watery glare, so I quickly pretended to be disappointed in front of Xiao-Rou and A-Jian, but in my mind, I was imagining Lin-Ying in a sexy swimsuit, swaying smoothly in my arms.

Sunday is the busiest time at the supermarket, but Xiao-Tong insisted I take her. Unable to resist her strong Hunan accent and sweet pleading, I had to ask my uncle for leave for her. When I picked her up from the supermarket, my uncle told me to "take good care" of her, but his eyes held a lewd glint. Ah Xiu looked aloof, but there was a hint of resentment in her eyes.

Although Xiao Tong was there as a third wheel, it didn't dampen my enthusiasm as an "amateur swimming coach" at all. After all, Xiao Tong was a beauty among beauties!

I helped the two slippery beauties teach them how to kick, hold their breath, and breathe. The sensual process was truly enviable, attracting several male swimmers to deliberately swim around us.

I taught Xiao Tong freestyle, so I didn't have to support her all the time. After teaching her for a while and explaining some key points, I let her hold onto the pool wall, hold her breath, and practice the leg kick first. Seeing that there was no reason for the little girl to continue bothering me, she pouted and went to practice at the poolside. I

taught Lin Ying breaststroke, which required supporting her abdomen and guiding her leg kick and recovery movements.

I'm quite experienced in teaching beautiful women to swim, especially the breaststroke—it's the perfect opportunity for groping. Supporting their slender waists with both hands, one hand will "accidentally" slide towards their full, soft breasts as their movements are less-than-perfect, while the thumb of the other hand, spread wide, will "inadvertently" brush against the mound of flesh beneath their abdomen… When the woman notices your intentions and hesitates or struggles, you can adopt the authority of a coach and scold her, or even slightly lower your hands to let her choke a little. Her fear of water will gradually get her used to your harassment, and she'll obediently comply.

The view will also be quite spectacular. If you want to see their buttocks, just slightly lift their lower body. Beginners' leg kicks are already inaccurate, and their buttocks bounce up and down above the water—very unseemly, but isn't that exactly what you want?

Lin Ying's one-piece swimsuit today was much more conservative than her usual leotard at home. It had padded breasts and covered most of her buttocks, but thankfully the light blue nylon fabric was thin and light-colored, giving it a slightly translucent feel in the water. At this moment, under my "careful guidance," the beauty's round buttocks occasionally peeked out of the water, the deep cleft of her buttocks faintly visible, the exposed flesh white and tender, making my nose tingle with lust.

Looking at the waves of water swirling around her legs, flowing and gushing in the mysterious valley between her legs, I wished I were the reincarnation of Sun Wukong, instantly transforming into those blissful waves!

However, since we had secretly flirted quite a bit before, and Lin Ying was somewhat fond of me, she wasn't bothered by these little lewd gestures. Wanting more, I thought about how to take things further, but seeing the sparsely populated pool, I felt it would be too conspicuous. I was willing, but the beauty was too shy to refuse!

So I pulled her to the outside pool. Before leaving, I suddenly remembered there was a girl from Hunan. I looked around and saw her surrounded by several men teaching her to swim by the pool – who else could it be but her! Two of them seemed to be the instructors I paid to pick up girls. Sigh!

"Hey guys, are you going to the beach?"

The little girl spotted me and waved from the pool.

I couldn't let this little third wheel ruin my plans this time! I quickly pointed to myself and Lin Ying, then to the outside, then to her, and finally down to the pool, meaning, "You stay here and be good, your brother's going to pick up girls."

Xiao Tong puffed out her cheeks with a wronged expression, then sensibly gestured for me to leave. But we hadn't gone far when we heard giggling Hunan-style laughter coming from the pool behind us, along with men's silly chuckles. That little vixen! If I were her brother, I'd spank her when we got home!

The outdoor pool was indeed nice, crowded with people, splashing everywhere. Even if you were carrying a naked Kim Hee-sun in there, you probably wouldn't attract attention for a while. Besides, the Lin Ying I was half-carrying, half-holding was only somewhat similar to Kim Hee-sun, and she was wearing a swimsuit!

Being a dancer, she had a strong ability to learn, good coordination, and high accuracy. In no time, Lin Ying's leg kicks and pull-ups were quite good, and her buttocks stopped sticking out of the water. I felt both happy and disappointed. Thankfully, I hadn't taught

her the arm strokes yet! After demonstrating a few strokes, I started holding her and letting her practice on her own. Because the arm spread in breaststroke is quite large, I couldn't stand beside her and support her like before. I had to avoid her arm range as much as possible, so I had to move back, holding her waist and legs horizontally, with one hand inserted under her waist, palm against her chest to support her upper body and prevent her from sinking.

This teaching method was tiring, but also... very sensual!

The hands that supported her waist and breasts touched only soft, warm flesh; though the swimsuit obscured the view, the smooth, full curves remained undiminished. The hands that wrapped around her legs and belly touched only smooth, slippery flesh; even with the swimsuit in the way, the exquisite beauty of her ample bosom was still clearly visible. After

splashing around in the water for a while, the beauty, panting heavily, cried out for a rest. Only then did she realize that we had "unconsciously" reached the edge of the deep end; her toes could no longer touch the bottom. She was terrified, her face turning pale, and she threw herself at me. Being a dozen centimeters taller than her, I became her protector, tightly embracing the trembling swimsuit-clad beauty, and taking advantage of the opportunity to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, I even secretly kissed her several times.

"No… um… so many people…"

This was the beauty's protest.

Suddenly remembering my uncle's powerful "knee-on-bottom" move, I had a sudden inspiration. I supported Lin Ying's waist and lifted her up, subtly slipping my left leg between hers as she parted her legs. Then, I secretly loosened my grip on her

waist. "Ah!" With a sudden lurch, Lin Ying clung to my neck like she was grasping at a straw, her legs clamping tightly around my left leg as I had predicted.

"Cough cough... What are you doing! If you scare me like that again, I'll talk to you again!"

She seemed to choke a little, and after coughing, she complained and scolded me, hitting and punching me.

The beauty's gentle anger, coupled with the occasional touch of her full breasts against my chest and the distinct pressure of a plump mound on my leg, created an indescribable, soul-stirring sensation...

Since I no longer supported her, to maintain her balance and avoid choking on water, the beauty could only beg me to take her back to shore while continuing to cling to my neck and hold onto my left leg. I "obediently" moved slowly towards the edge of the pool, and as I moved, the squeezing and rubbing of my thighs became even more noticeable. This time, even she felt embarrassed, but her fear of the water overcame everything, and she could only shyly continue to endure the friction.

Slowly, her face flushed, her breath sweet, and the beauty's arms around my neck turned into a tight embrace, rubbing against my ear. I could feel her two hard, protruding nipples even through the foam. I could feel the tightening of her grip on my thighs, and the beauty's own slight, voluntary rubbing...

"Here comes the dry pot..."

Just as I was immersed in the warm "desire" of the pool, I was suddenly doused with a bucket of cold water, and I was so angry!

I turned around angrily to look at the edge of the pool, and there was Little Light Bulb, who had come unbidden, already swimming towards me.

"Don't move! It's deep here, I'll come over."

I quickly called out to her. Taking care of two beauties in the deep end at the same time, I couldn't possibly enjoy myself.

"I didn't realize you were so fond of this adopted sister."

The water was a bit shallower here. Lin Ying had already let go of me when she heard Xiao Tong's call, but for some reason, she clung to me again as she spoke, her voice even carrying a hint of sourness.

When we reached the shallow water near the pool, Xiao Tong insisted I "inspect" her practice. Lin Ying leaned against the edge of the pool, watching with a smile. The little girl was learning quite quickly; her kicks were quite impressive. I pointed out a small mistake, and she wanted me to teach her like I had supported Lin Ying. I looked at Lin Ying helplessly; she smiled, pouted, and turned away.

Although I genuinely considered Xiao Tong a sister, supporting such a shapely, youthful body in a bikini, with her breasts visible to my hands and thumbs, even I, a "dry pot" (a term used to describe someone who is easily distracted), couldn't help but feel a little tempted!

"Oh, almost got caught in the net, the saucepan was also in trouble..."

"Huh?"

Just as I was getting distracted, I suddenly heard Xiaotong's nonsensical remark, and my mind went blank for a moment.

"I mean, sister-in-law and Jian are here too!"

Little girl, can't she speak Mandarin?!

Ah? Xiaorou, Jian, they're here too? I quickly turned around and looked around. Xiaotong patted my face, pointed in the direction of the indoor pool, then looked back at Lin Ying, smiling slyly.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Lin Ying grumbled softly as I pulled her towards the indoor pool. "You're allowed to... teach... other people's wives to swim, but others aren't allowed to teach your wife?"

I snapped out of my daze and realized I'd indeed been a bit out of line. I awkwardly explained to Lin Ying, "I... didn't they hire a teacher for a quartet lesson? I wanted to see... if Xiaotong was lying to me!"

"Come on! So petty! I know you too well. You're like someone who's afraid someone will steal what's in the pot, aren't you? Silly..."

It was that sweet, slightly angry tone again, a charming blend of shyness and sourness.

Once indoors, I saw two familiar figures in the deep end. How could I forget that familiar "teaching method"? This was the secret weapon my brother and I used to use to pick up girls in the pool! Now, we're using it to pick up each other's sisters-in-law! What kind of world is this?!

To avoid embarrassing me, the clever Lin Ying ran a few steps and called out from afar, "Ah Jian, when did you arrive?" Xiao Rou, who was hanging around Ah Jian's neck, suddenly pushed Ah Jian away, naturally choked on the water, and flailed her hands wildly on the surface.

Hearing his wife calling from the shore, A-Jian naturally didn't dare to cause any more trouble. He grabbed Xiao-Rou under her armpits and slowly dragged her to the bank.

"Husband, cough cough... I choked to death! I'm never learning to swim again..."

After I carried her ashore, Xiao-Rou nestled sweetly into my arms, her pretty face flushed, whether from choking or embarrassment, I couldn't tell.

"Don't be afraid, baby... it's just a problem with the coach's skill level. From now on, I'll teach you. Don't go to those quacks again."

I comforted my wife, but my eyes were glaring at A-Jian provocatively.

"Xiao-Rou, don't listen to Monkey (I was very skinny when I was a child, this is my only derogatory nickname, only my professor sister and that jerk A-Jian call me that). How can you learn to swim that fast? We've only been here for ten minutes, and you're already doing well! Unlike those other girls, they've been soaking for over an hour, and I don't know how they're progressing."

A-Jian said, glaring back at me fiercely a few times, then looking at Lin Ying, his expression full of anger and jealousy.

A-Jian's words made me feel a little guilty. He knew how effective this "teaching method" was. It had been over an hour; I was definitely getting more out of it than him. How could I be so stingy? Last week, when Xiaorou assigned him the task of hiring a vocal coach, Ajian was actually quite frustrated. He was afraid of his wife and couldn't reveal his secret of picking up girls at the pool, so he could only watch helplessly as his wife and I went to the pool for some fun.

Xiaorou whispered in my arms, and I finally understood. It turned out that Ajian's friend's mother was very arrogant. After arriving, she only made Xiaorou and the other three sing "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" one by one, saying their basic skills were too poor. Then she gave each of them a CD of vocal exercises she had recorded herself, telling them to practice diligently at home for a week, and she would come back to teach them next Sunday. Then she had Ajian take her home. The whole thing only took half an hour. After dropping the teacher off, Ajian said to Xiaorou that it was still early, so why not go to the swimming pool to watch them train?

"I looked everywhere for you, only ran into Xiaotong. She said you were in the pool outside, and she went to call you over. We just got in the water... and here you are, cough cough..."

Xiaorou said, coughing a few more times, her face flushed.

I suddenly remembered the idiom "mantis and oriole." Between Ajian and me, who is the mantis and who is the oriole? I was supposed to have the upper hand today, but it seems I lost to this kid in terms of momentum and strategy!

I patted Xiaorou's back lightly while continuing to stare at Ajian. Lin Ying watched us two clowns with great interest, smiling charmingly.

Just then, a girl swam towards us, her swimming style so graceful that even I was impressed. Just as I was about to cheer her on, the girl suddenly surfaced—it was Xiaotong! Lin Ying and I both gaped, while Xiao Rou and A Jian stared at us in disbelief. Xiao Nizi laughed in the water…

When we took Xiao Tong back to the supermarket, Xiao Nizi whispered to me, “Pretending not to swim and letting those silly men teach you is so much fun… Oh, I wasn’t talking about you! You little vixen!” I’ll spank you sooner or later!

Silly men? A pretty girl pretending not to swim? Another mantis and the oriole story?

Sigh, why are there so many mantises and orioles?

What’s wrong with this world?

That night, as I held my wife intimately, my mind was filled with the erotic image of my lovemaking with Lin Ying, and endless fantasies about A Jian teaching my wife to swim for those ten-odd minutes. I couldn’t shake them off.

My wife’s full, soft breasts changed shape in my hands, her rosy nipples swollen and erect. I wondered if Lin Ying’s smaller breasts were firmer? Were her nipples smaller? As for the color, since she hasn't breastfed, it's definitely lighter, maybe pink? My wife's nipples are incredibly sensitive; the slightest touch makes her tremble and writhe with ticklishness. If I suckle them, she'll be wet within two minutes.

Lin Ying, are your nipples this sensitive too?

In the pool, I once covered one of Lin Ying's breasts with my entire hand. I refuse to believe that Jian hasn't touched my wife's breasts! Such soft, tender, and sensitive breasts, touched by that lecherous man, he'll definitely be drooling. He'll be obsessed and thinking about them every day!

When I placed my hands on my wife's two plump, white buttocks, burying my mouth and nose deep into that incredibly fragrant cleft, my wife moaned and wiggled her buttocks, seemingly resisting. But what I was thinking about was Lin Ying's buttocks, which I had secretly touched a few times before—equally plump and lovely, equally white and smooth, perhaps… even more elastic? She's a dancer, after all.

So, my wife's two tender buttocks, which originally belonged only to me, have also been touched by another husband, just like Lin Ying? Knowing A-Jian's shamelessness, it's almost certain! Did my wife resist? Or was she like Lin Ying in my arms, half-heartedly giving in?

My wife, lying naked on the bed, was already panting and gushing with desire from my teasing. I was also ready to pounce, impulsively straddling her buttocks, leaning down behind her, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, kissing her fragrant shoulders, my thick, hard penis exploring the depths of her buttocks and thighs. My wife cooperated, lifting her buttocks slightly, and swallowed the head of my penis, letting out a mesmerizing moan… My

wife's flower path is tight, narrow, short, warm, and fragrant, making me never tire of it. Even after having children, she's still like a virgin—truly a natural beauty! I wonder when I'll be able to explore Lin Ying's flower path? With such a slender figure, and her flower path only touched by A-Jian, it must be very tight too, right?

My wife loves lying like this, letting me kiss her earlobes and the back of her neck while I whisper sweet nothings and make love to her.

When passion strikes, she'll turn her head to kiss me forcefully; when desire is at its peak, she'll abandon all ladylike manners and thrust her hips back and forth, swaying and grinding…

My dear Lin Ying, do you like this position? We

lingered for a long time, the rain finally stopped, the flowers still glistening with dew, trembling slightly…

“Ah Jian is a good person, but he's too… greasy…” I tentatively started the conversation.

“Hmm…” My wife seemed to still be savoring the wildness of the rain.

“And a bit lewd…”

“Is there anyone more lewd than you? Hehe…”

“Did he… bully you while swimming today?” My voice trembled slightly as I got to the point.

“…” The response I received was my wife gently shaking her head in my arms, her eyes half-closed, a shy smile on her lips.

"This kid's reformed? Impossible! He dares to hug and kiss you right in front of me, but when I'm not around, he..."

"That's at home! Didn't you hug and kiss Aying too?" my wife hurriedly defended herself, then seemed a little guilty, "Well... you need someone to help you learn to swim, right? He... he's quite well-behaved, but he's just a little careless... he'll occasionally touch me here..." "

Where? Where?" I anxiously turned her shoulders and stared at her, asking directly.

My wife opened her eyes and glared at me, blushing as she moved my hand to her breast. Seeing my palm rubbing against her erect nipple, she quickly moved my hand down until it could no longer touch the nipple and was half-supporting the lower part of her breast, then she trembled and said, "That's... just like that... but it seems to have only happened two or three times. I think... maybe he didn't mean it, so I didn't embarrass him..."

"Ah?! He dares to do that? He must have done it on purpose! He must have done it on purpose! This kid..." I pretended to be very angry.

"Don't blame him anymore... Please don't confront him tomorrow, okay? I... I promise I won't go swimming anymore." I don't know if my wife is just naturally kind, or if she's just fallen for him, but she's so protective of him.

So far, I've been the one taking the initiative. Actually, if my wife just asks, "What about you and Lin Ying?" I have to switch from offense to defense.

Does this mean my wife is naturally gentle and passive, or is she hiding something and feeling guilty?

"What about you and A Ying? How did you teach her?"

Look at my "crow's brain"! What I think, comes true!

"You comparing your husband to that lecherous Ah Jian, it's infuriating! He's all smiles and laughter at home, but behind someone else's husband's back, how could I do something so despicable!"

The more illogical I am, the more confident I become, otherwise how could I keep my suspicious wife in check?

"Really? You're so unmoved..." My wife's momentum definitely weakened a bit.

"Of course, I often have thoughts of flirting with respectable women, hehe... Your husband is a normal man, after all. But with my sworn sister Xiaotong watching, oh, she only left for a little while... and ran into you two while going to the bathroom, right? I just occasionally... had impure thoughts, but I don't have the guts!"

A mix of truth and lies, joking around, is another of my magic weapons for appeasing my wife.

"Oh..." My wife snuggled back into my arms, a hint of apology in her expression.

"If you ever doubt your husband like this again, I'll spank you!" I pressed my advantage, raising my hand around her waist and giving her smooth, cool buttocks two slaps.

"Ugh...you're so mean! You're spanking me again, it hurts..." She said it hurt, but her body writhed and coiled around me like a snake...

I could feel her soft, trembling buttocks in my hands, and I suddenly thought of Lin Ying's supple yet firm buttocks, and Xiao Tong's round, taut, youthful buttocks. My lower body stirred again, and my spanking hand turned into kneading and pinching.

"Be gentle, honey, I'm afraid of pain..." my wife whined, unknowingly climbing onto me, her soft, seemingly aimless body pressing against my increasingly hard penis. As her body entwined with mine like a snake, her two tender, moist lips enveloped the hard shaft, slowly sliding down.

"What are you looking at?" As we were rubbing together, she looked up and saw me watching her with interest. She immediately buried her head in my shoulder blade in embarrassment, but her serpentine body continued to writhe, her tender nipples scraping against my chest...

"Baby, your hole wants a stick, aren't you ashamed..."

Usually, when I teased my wife like this, she would pretend to be angry and push me away, or turn her back and let me coax her.

But today, she only gave a soft "hmm," and actually reached down to grasp my penis, aimed it at her warm little hole, and then slid her body back, instantly swallowing the big mushroom head.

"Hmm, husband...it's so big..." With my wife's soft moan, my penis was slowly swallowed.

My wife's clitoris is shallow, and after swallowing more than half of it, the clitoris was tightly pressed against by the head of the penis. I saw her whole body tremble, and she quickly stopped sliding down.

Seeing this, I playfully thrust upwards and rubbed.

"Oh! Hmm!" My wife couldn't bear the tickling and cried out loudly. Then, she propped herself up on her arms, and her buttocks, which were sitting on my pubic bone, began to move back and forth. Her heavy, white, tender breasts sometimes gently brushed against my chest muscles, and sometimes bounced and swayed in front of my eyes...

I liked this position of the phoenix on top of the dragon, but I preferred to take the initiative in the final thrust. No woman had ever been able to make me ejaculate on top of her before. But today, in just ten minutes, I was aroused by my wife and was on the verge of ejaculation. I quickly propped myself up and pushed my wife onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" My wife, who was floating on the waves of desire, was suddenly pushed onto the bed and protested in a soft voice.

I just flipped over and mounted her, my gun never leaving my hole, and I grabbed her legs and began to thrust hard and fiercely, hitting the mark every time.

"Mmm...oh! Husband, be gentle...be gentle...oh, oh! Mmm...I can't take it..." My wife moaned softly, trembling and twisting under my assault.

"Will you ever doubt your husband again?!"

"No...husband, be gentle...mmm..." "

That lecherous Ah Jian, did he really touch your breasts?"

"Really...oh!mmm..."

"Hiding secrets! He must have...touched here too! Right?" I said, rubbing my thumb against the little red bean that was peeking out from my wife's vulva.

"Oh! No...really no, you're so annoying! Mmm...oh oh...it seems...touched here...mmm...here..."

Unable to withstand the harassment from both inside and outside, my wife finally confessed! But in her confusion, she still remembered to reach out and move my thumb up to the tender tip of her mons pubis. It seems that Coach Ah Jian's progress hasn't surpassed mine, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

"Mmm...what..." My wife opened her eyes slightly, twisting her body impatiently.

It turned out that while I was wondering if Ah Jian's harassment was true, I paused for a few seconds during the thrusting, and she couldn't stand it anymore. Sometimes women really do need to be fucked!

"Huh? Here? You've touched me? I... I want revenge!" I pretended to be very jealous and started thrusting hard.

"Hmm, oh... you want revenge... go find A-Jian! Why... oh! Take it out on me... I was harassed by him... and you... hmm..."

"Okay, I'll get revenge on A-Jian! No, I'll get revenge on Lin Ying! I'll touch her here again, and here too!"

I paused after each sentence, touching my wife's nipples or mons pubis, then thrusting hard into her clitoris, making her tremble and beg for mercy.

"Oh! Hmm... be gentle, husband... that slut Lin Ying, yes... touch her again! Husband, go... touch her... be gentle... I can't take it..." I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't take it anymore, women are really hard to please!

"Touch! I'll touch! Touch Lin Ying's breasts! Touch Lin Ying's pussy!" It was the first time I had used vulgar language in front of my wife, and I even said I was going to touch another woman. I felt uneasy and could only distract her with my hard thrusting and grinding.

“Oh, oh…yes, touch her breasts…touch her…oh, it’s so sore! Husband, don’t rub…it’s so itchy, husband, keep going…ah oh…” My wife’s face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she looked like she was about to gush.

“If she won’t let me touch her! I’ll fuck her! Fuck! Fuck…Ah Jian can only touch you here, from now on! Here is fine too! But you absolutely can’t let him fuck you, understand! I want to fuck Lin Ying, to make Ah Jian angry! To make Ah Jian angry! Ha! Ah!”

I was surprised that I was becoming bolder and bolder, actually saying such vulgar things in front of my virtuous and conservative wife. I guess I was just driven by lust!

“Yes, that’s right! I won’t let him fuck me! To make him angry…oh, oh oh…husband, faster, faster! I’m going to fly, I’m going to fly…”

“Fuck, I’m fucking Lin Ying, fuck! Fuck! Ah, ah ah…” In the super-fast piston-like motion, I finally released my pent-up desire, my ejaculation gate opened wide, and hot, thick semen sprayed onto my wife’s tender, protruding flower core.

"Husband! Husband! Husband! I... oh, oh... love you..." My wife's eyes rolled back, her chin held high, her hips arched, her flower bud throbbed, and then streams of nectar poured directly onto my glans.

Waking up the next morning, remembering my wife's words from the night before, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. My wife actually agreed to let me sleep with Lin Ying, and she herself didn't object to being touched by A-Jian. (This is a bit

of a joke, as it's a shame she denied it as soon as she woke up. )

"Who said you could go and get revenge on Lin Ying..."

"Huh? Didn't you say..." I was stunned, speechless.

"I didn't say that! I even wanted to... do that with Lin Ying! Dream on!"

"I, I..."

"What 'I'! And let A-Jian continue to touch... harass me. It's strange that you would have such thoughts, it's all because of that Lelele, that Hu Zuofei, that's what ruined you!"

"Yes, yes, Hu Zuofei, sigh! A-Jian... touched you here, I'm so ripped off!"

"Don't think I'll believe you. You really didn't do that to Lin Ying at the swimming pool yesterday! Hehe... That's called 'every debit has a credit, and debits and credits must balance.' Hehe..."

Even accounting principles are at play!

So my wife was just pretending to believe me yesterday! Looks like wives aren't easy to fool; women are all so clever!

"Wife..." I could only hug her, rubbing against her, using coquetry to cover up the embarrassment of my lie being exposed. When you make a mistake in front of your wife, being masculine is useless at this point. Occasionally using coquetry can awaken her maternal love, and it always works wonders—that's my secret!

"Alright, alright, stop acting. A-Jian, I won't let him touch me again. As for Lin Ying, you can make some risqué jokes and tease this slut sometimes... but you can't do it for real, understand? My little husband? Hehe..."

"What little husband? I'm the older one! A-Jian is... Ouch, ouch!" My poor, newly healed tender flesh on my side!

My wife's flip-flopping left me feeling both delighted and disheartened.

Thankfully, her promise, "Ah Jian, I won't let him touch me again," didn't hold true. At home, the four of us continued our playful banter and flirtatious behavior as usual. Moreover, after that poolside encounter, my wife seemed much more at ease. She could comfortably watch TV in Ah Jian's arms, chatting and laughing with Lin Ying, who was in my arms.

One time, Ah Jian "intentionally" turned off all the living room lights, and my wives didn't seem to object. Only the dim light from the television flickered on the two sofas, where two couples, one handsome man and one beautiful woman, nestled together, looking like two deeply affectionate lovers.

"Awooo!" Ah Jian suddenly let out a familiar howl.

My heart ached. This guy must have touched something he shouldn't have! Should I pity his tender side? Or should I be jealous that my wife had given Ah Jian the "intimate punishment" she'd only ever given me?

Where exactly did this guy touch Xiaorou? Her breasts? Her nipples? Or her little peach down there? In the pitch black, I could only see A-Jian's left hand on my wife's knee, but his right hand was blocked from view.

"Hehe..." Lin Ying's warm breath brushed against my neck as she whispered, "He definitely touched her butt, hehe... He told me yesterday that he was going to attack your wife's butt today, and he definitely succeeded. He also said that Xiaorou's nipples are particularly sensitive, is that right..."

"Ah...yes..." I was quite impressed with Lin Ying's telepathy, but after all, having one's thoughts read by a woman is always a bit embarrassing for a man.

Embarrassment inevitably leads to anger, and I squeezed my hand between Lin Ying's legs even harder. In her playful tight resistance, I finally touched that mysterious peach, plump and bulging through her thin panties, hot and moist, it felt so good!

"Hmm... Husband, you're so lecherous..." Lin Ying, reclining in my arms, murmured dreamily in my ear, "You have no right to be jealous... You've gotten one step ahead of my husband again, you thief!"

I felt a familiar pain in my side, "Ouch, ouch!" This time it was me howling.

Women, did you plan this? Why do you all like pinching here?

Xiao Rou's grandmother passed away, and her whole family was going to their hometown in Henan for the funeral over the weekend. As her grandson-in-law, I should have gone too, but I promised my son last week that I would take him to the amusement park this Saturday and go fishing with him on Sunday. The little guy even made me solemnly swear by holding up three fingers, and my parents and professor sister had finally "granted me leave," so how could I bear to make my son sad and disappointed?

So, my parents-in-law, who also dote on their grandson, decided that they would go with Xiao Rou, and I would stay.

On Friday afternoon, Lin Ying was finally persuaded by A Jian to go hiking and camping. Before setting off, I pulled A-Jian aside and repeatedly questioned him about the nature of the camping trip. Only after A-Jian repeatedly assured me that apart from the couple leading the group being members of a wife-swapping club, there was absolutely no wife-swapping involved, did I finally relax and loosen my grip on his shirt.

"Why are you so nervous? Even if I were to engage in wife-swapping, it's none of your business!" A-Jian rubbed his neck, muttering angrily, and went inside to get his outdoor gear.

Lin Ying watched A-Jian go inside before moving closer to me, giving me a flirtatious glare and interrogating me: "What were you two whispering about? Tell me the truth."

"Ah, I told him to be careful during the camping trip, and... not to mess around in the tent!"

"Mess around in the tent?" Leaving a bewildered Lin Ying behind, I went to pick up my son.

That evening, Xiao Tong and her friends had arranged to go to a karaoke bar, and she insisted on dragging A-Xiu and me along. There's a generation gap between me and those young people in their early twenties like Xiaotong. I don't really enjoy singing, and besides, I have to cover my uncle's shift at the supermarket tonight. I didn't want to go, but somehow Xiaotong secretly encouraged me, and my little emperor cried and insisted on going. As his father, I just couldn't persuade him otherwise.

Axiu didn't want to go either, saying she had to pick up her father and daughter from the train station early tomorrow morning.

But after playing all afternoon, my son became very attached to her, calling her "Aunt Xiu" and begging her to go.

She glanced at me, and when she saw me looking at her, her face flushed red. She quickly squatted down and hugged my son, saying, "Okay, stop it, baby! Aunt Xiu will go, Aunt Xiu will go." Looking at my son's little head nestled against Axiu's chest, I remembered a few months ago at a staff dinner. I had just finished vomiting after getting drunk, and I had leaned against Axiu like that. After sobering up, I pretended to be drunk again, and my head was pressed tightly against Axiu's breast, swaying and rubbing against her. While I was enjoying the warmth and softness of her breasts, and Ah Xiu, somewhat bewildered by the harassment, neither of us noticed Xiao Rou, who had come to pick me up, was behind us. Well… even though my uncle and Xiao Tong were there, the consequences were still severe! My wife wouldn't let me touch her for a week, and she never had a good impression of Ah Xiu again.

We arrived at the "Qian Gui" private room, where several of Xiao Tong's fellow Hunanese were already singing. There were one man and two women, all college students in their early twenties. The rather handsome boy kept hovering around Xiao Tong; it was obvious he was pursuing her. Xiao Tong introduced them as her high school classmates, now studying at the same university in the city; the boy's name was Gao Yang.

Seeing Xiao Tong call me "brother" and being so affectionate towards me and my son, Gao Yang seemed a little unhappy and kept trying to clink glasses with me. The two female classmates were clearly his accomplices in pursuing Xiao Tong, and they also frequently toasted me. At first, they would take turns "toasting" me after each song I sang, but later, they would "toast" me after everyone else finished singing. Glasses of fine red wine were gulped down before I could even taste them. Even with my years of experience in the business world honing my alcohol tolerance, I was starting to feel the effects.

Xiao Tong, that little vixen, even joined in the commotion. They toasted me, and she joined in too; when I retaliated, she even helped persuade Gao Yang to drink. She was playing both sides, maintaining neutrality! That little vixen, I'll see when I spank her!

Luckily, there was A Xiu. Perhaps sensing Gao Yang's hostility, A Xiu linked arms with me, acting very friendly. She would sometimes take my glass and drink for me, sometimes wipe the wine from my mouth, and her son would often snuggle into her arms, making us look like a family of three.

With A Xiu's performance, Gao Yang's expression finally softened, and since I'm also good at conversation, we quickly became inseparable buddies. I used a few more tricks, and Gao Yang gradually got drunk. After finishing his eighth cup, he slurred, "Brother Hao, I can still…" before collapsing back and falling asleep on the sofa.

"You old fox!" Ah Xiu whispered with a laugh in my ear when she saw I had gotten the boy drunk.

I chuckled, noticing Ah Xiu still holding my arm, and felt the soft warmth against it. Ah Xiu noticed my strange gaze, blushed, and gently pushed me away, scolding, "You lecher!"

The tenderness and shyness in her eyes made me believe that her performance just now was genuine.

“The baby’s asleep, you should…drink less, okay?” Ah Xiu glanced at me softly, gently placed her son on the sofa, grabbed her bag, and stood up. “I really have to go. I have to pick up my daughter early tomorrow morning. My dad needs to take a return ticket back to Changsha immediately, I can’t be late. You…really need to drink less, and don’t drive back, okay?”

Watching her slender figure turn and leave, I felt as if my heart was wrapped in something soft and warm, yet empty and unsettling, leaving me with a deep sense of longing.

Feeling I still had plenty of alcohol left, I continued singing and drinking with the three chattering girls until the waiter came to urge us at 1 a.m. before we paid the bill and left. The boy, Gao Yang, was helped home by the two girls in a taxi. I left my car in the parking lot and also called a taxi, telling the driver to take Xiao Tong home first, then take me and the child to Yiyun Supermarket.

As soon as the car started moving, the wind blew, and the alcohol kicked in. Holding my sleeping son, I started to feel dizzy…

It was so hot, so hot. Ahead seemed to be a fiery mountain… and many beautiful women in ancient costumes draped in thin veils.

Was I… Sun Wukong? I hugged one of the women, and she turned into a ball of flame, scorching my entire body and drying my throat.

After hugging seven or eight of these fiery beauties, I became enraged by the heat and pulled out my golden cudgel, striking the flames repeatedly… Suddenly, Princess Iron Fan appeared in white. I grabbed her, placed her buttocks up on my lap, rolled up her skirt, pulled down her underpants, and slapped her plump, white buttocks repeatedly… Then, I heard chanting in the distance, like Master Tang… The golden headband on my head tightened, and my head throbbed with pain… I screamed at Master Tang, but I couldn't even hear myself. I grew increasingly terrified, my throat grew drier, and my head throbbed more…

“Ah!” I finally heard my own voice, because I was awake.

Where was I lying? It seems familiar... Oh, I see, I remember now. This is the supermarket manager's office, and I'm lying on that massage sofa bed I've been secretly watching every day. Hmm, right, I was singing and drinking last night. My uncle took leave, and I was on night shift... How did I get so drunk? Thank goodness my son isn't lost!

I touched my son's head, nestled in the crook of my hand, and his soft, flowing hair with relief... Suddenly, I was startled and turned around. It wasn't my son, it was Xiaotong!

What happened? Where is my son?

Ignoring my splitting headache, I hurriedly got up and searched everywhere for him. Thankfully, he was fast asleep on the bed in the duty room next door! But the duty room smelled really bad. That uncle of mine, even when he's with another man's wife, he doesn't change the sheets often! Relieved,

I returned to the manager's office, only to notice that Xiaotong, still fast asleep, was naked from the waist down! To be precise, she was half-naked. Her jeans were rolled up to her calves, and the back of her underwear was rolled into a thin strip, completely embedded in the deep crease of her buttocks. Her two round and cute buttocks were covered with red handprints!

Good heavens, it seems I wasn't hitting Princess Iron Fan in my dream!

I sat cautiously next to Xiaotong, looking at her two white and pink buttocks with trepidation, trying hard to recall what happened last night, but I just couldn't remember. People in the business world used to praise Brother Hao for his generosity, especially when drinking, but no one knew the price I paid was a blank memory from the onset of the alcohol until I woke up! What

's even more terrifying is that during the time from the onset of the alcohol until I passed out (sometimes ten minutes, sometimes more than an hour), apart from talking a lot and slurring my words, I behaved like a normal person, but afterwards I couldn't remember anything I did or said!

This blank memory started about a minute or two after I got into the taxi. My guess is that Xiaotong was worried about me being drunk, so she had the driver take me back to the supermarket first, and then helped me bring my son in and settle him in. But how did things turn out like this? It's really hard to guess.

I was afraid Xiaotong would be embarrassed when she woke up, so I tried to gently help her put on her pants, but before I could even pull her underwear out completely from between her buttocks, she woke up.

Looking at me sleepily, the little girl turned around, stretched, and said in a coquettish voice, "You still want to spank my bottom? You're really lecherous, aren't you! Hehe..."

"Yesterday, I really... spanked you like that, on the bottom?" I still couldn't quite believe it.

"What, trying to deny it? Ouch? That hurts..." Xiaotong exaggeratedly cried out in pain as she knelt up to put on her pants. But seeing her face suddenly turn pale and then red, it didn't seem like she was faking it.

Watching her petite figure rushing towards the bathroom, her walking posture seemed a little strange, and she even covered her bottom with her hand.

Oh my god! I... didn't I do something else?

Feeling guilty and with a burning throat, I grabbed a half-empty bottle of beer from the coffee table and started chugging it down.

Huh? Pretty fresh, huh? Then I counted the bottles on the table: five empty, two half-empty. Were we drinking again last night? Sigh, no wonder I'm so drunk!

A few minutes later, Xiaotong came out of the bathroom, stormed up to me, and started punching me in the chest. From the force, I could tell she wasn't just being cute; she was genuinely angry.

Until I understood what was going on, I was a criminal awaiting trial, left to her torment.

"You're a bad guy!" Her eyes reddened, tears welling up, but her punches lessened. Then, she threw herself into my arms and finally burst into tears.

My heart pounded with panic. I hurriedly kissed her hair and patted her back, softly apologizing, "Xiaotong, my dear sister... I was really drunk last night, and I can't remember anything I did to offend you! Seeing you crying so sadly, I must have... done something. But even if I did, it was really unintentional, believe me, okay? Tell me, what did I do to you? If I really did something bad, I'll take responsibility, believe me!"

"Take responsibility? How will you take responsibility? Divorce my sister-in-law Xiaorou? You're lying! Look for yourself..."

As she spoke, Xiaotong looked up at me with teary eyes, then handed me a wad of cloth.

It smelled so good! The delicate fragrance of a young girl, the aroma of female secretions! Xiaotong's panties! A young girl's used panties!

However, holding the young girl's used panties, my excitement immediately vanished, because my gaze lingered on the bloodstains on the damp crotch! A bloodstain the size of an olive!

Oh my god, look what I've done!

Seeing my pale face and trembling body, the little girl stopped crying and stared at me blankly. The sadness and grievance in her eyes gradually faded, and a tender, wistful look, like that of a young woman, slowly appeared on her face.

"Xiaotong... little sister, I..." My god-sister had gone from a girl to a young woman because of me. My head was spinning, and my tongue seemed to have grown too big.

"Pfft," Xiaotong actually burst into laughter through her tears, lightly tapping my forehead with her slender index finger. "Look at you, silly! It's not what you think." "Then this blood isn't your virginity... what happened?" My heart finally eased a little.

"I just checked... there, the hymen is still intact. But you... you're so perverted!"

After saying that, Xiaotong glared at me, her face as red as a Fuji apple.

"So I didn't do anything wrong, huh... I knew it! How could your brother do that?" A weight lifted from my heart, but then I was puzzled by her next words. "Pervert? How am I a pervert?"

"That blood... it's from behind... oh dear, it's from the anus... where you poop! You tell me, aren't you a pervert? It's all torn, it hurts so much... it was still bleeding! Anyway, you're a pervert! You took advantage of me while I was drunk and passed out! Waaah..." Xiaotong was so embarrassed that she buried her head in my chest and started sobbing again.

"Huh?" Now, I was in a real bind.

Look how drunk I was! So after spanking my little sister's butt, I took advantage of her while she was asleep and sodomized her! What the hell did I do?!

Anal sex—I've longed for it for a long time. I've begged my wife countless times, and finally, one time, while she was dazed from my advances, I managed to coax and trick her into inserting a little bit. She immediately cried out in pain, and I had to stop halfway.

It seems I got my wish last night, even singing a song of "back garden flowers" next to a hymen!

But what about the memory of that pleasure? Blank! And the consequences? I have to bear the responsibility! I'm so wronged…

To be honest, although I sometimes have impure thoughts about this mischievous adopted sister, most of the time I truly treat her like a sister, hoping she's healthy and happy, hoping she'll settle down soon, marry a good husband, and become a happy woman who supports her husband and raises children.

But now, what does this mean?

That I defiled her virginity? Her hymen is intact.

If I didn't defile it, you've already penetrated this young girl's anus; how can her mind and body remain pure when she has her first time with her husband?

"Xiaotong, my dear sister, don't cry... What I did this time was truly awful! Slap me hard, a hundred times? Two hundred times? Until I'm swollen beyond recognition, okay?" The more I tried to persuade her, the harder she cried.

"Then tell me, how do you want to punish me? As long as you can say it, I'll go through fire and water, jump off a building, lie on the train tracks, anything is fine!"

"Really, anything is fine?" Xiaotong finally stopped sobbing, looked up at me, her eyes no longer filled with sadness and grievance, but instead flashed a sly glint.

I was terrified and quickly prepared a way out for my vow: "Except... except for marrying you!"

"Pah! If you want to marry me, I wouldn't even look at you! Hehe..." The little devil, who had gone from tears to laughter, was like a rose after the rain, particularly alluring and charming: "But, you said anything is fine except marriage, right? Then I need you to promise me three things!"

The little loli, who had regained her mischievous personality, started teasing and pressuring me again with her coquettishness and her D-cup breasts.

"Okay, okay! Tell me, hurry up, I'll agree to anything!" My little brother, uncooperatively, stood up and pressed against her belly, but since I was in the wrong, I couldn't just push her away. I could only urge her to quickly state her conditions so I could get rid of this "troublesome body" in my arms as soon as possible.

"The first thing is very simple," the little witch paused, playfully twisting her body and rubbing her belly against my unruly, hard little brother. She smiled slyly, then frowned. "My back hurts so much, and I might even be bleeding. Could you... put some medicine on it for me?"

"Oh, okay, okay..." I'd already gone all in, how could I refuse to put medicine on her? But what kind of medicine? I looked around my uncle's manager's office.

"Use this..." The little girl smiled through her tears, took out a lip balm from her pocket, removed the cap, and twisted it gently. It turned out to be a lip balm to prevent chapping.

I took it and saw small print that said, "Moisturize your lips to prevent them from cracking." Replacing "lips" with "anus" would probably be similar, right?

I stood there dumbfounded beside the sofa, holding the lipstick, wondering what position my "adopted sister" should be in. Xiaotong, however, was quite generous. She pushed me onto the sofa and leaned over, gently straddling my lap.

"Hurry up, the people coming to work are coming soon..." the girl urged softly from my lap, her neck and ears flushed red. It seemed her generosity was mostly an act.

I tried to pull down her jeans. Huh? When did she unbutton and unzip them? I easily pulled them down to her knees. No underwear, her fair, round, youthful buttocks were immediately revealed, making me secretly swallow hard.

"Last night, did I hit you so hard? The red marks haven't faded yet, I'm sorry, Xiaotong..." Gently stroking the two red marks on her white flesh, I felt both heartache and arousal.

"You're still talking! You're nothing like a brother, you're practically a...sadist!"

My stepsister complained sweetly from my lap, while recounting what happened after we got back from the supermarket last night.

I took a deep breath and finally, with trembling hands, parted my stepsister's tender buttocks and began to "apply medicine" to her little anus with lip balm.

The little anus in the valley was round and small, delicate and tender, with such slender petals, such tiny stamens, and such vibrant colors! Last night, I was drunk, which was a waste; now I had to properly appreciate it.

There were indeed some traces of blood on the petals, and when the lip balm touched them, my stepsister hissed in pain. I kindly blew gently on her anus, but my stepsister's buttocks twitched, complaining that I was taking advantage of her. Her

anus was already bleeding from my penetration, and now she was willingly letting me part her buttocks to apply medicine; did I really need to "take advantage" of her?

What were these trendy girls thinking!

"It seems a little painful inside too, put some inside as well. Don't be afraid, I'll bear it..."

You little devil, aren't you testing your older brother's will?! I hesitated for a few seconds, then steeled myself, pried open the small round hole with one hand, and slowly inserted the lipstick with the other...

"Oh...it hurts..."

"Does it hurt?"

"No...it's itchy, so itchy...it feels so strange..."

The little girl had completely lost her earlier boldness, finally revealing some of her shy and curious girlish nature. Her weak, trembling moans made my breathing quicken, and my little brother below unceremoniously stood tall and proud. The

trembling lipstick had only gone in a little bit when it seemed to be sucked in, nestled between her white, tender buttocks like a little tail. With the tense contraction and expansion of her anus, the little tail even swayed in circles, extremely cute!

"Hmm...dry pot, don't push it any further...it feels like I need to poop...it's so itchy...hmm..."

No, if I let her moan like this any longer, I'll eventually lose my temper and make a big mistake!

I glanced at the clock; it was already 7:45. Without hesitation, I pulled out my lipstick. With a "pop," my little chrysanthemum, suddenly emptied, produced a tiny bubble! Embarrassed, the girl smacked my legs and feet.

Looking closer, I saw a little white, sticky fluid oozing from the small hole—probably the semen I'd left inside last night. Sigh…

"Ring ring ring…" Just as I was admiring my little sister's flushed face as she put on her pants, my phone rang.

"Brother Hao! I…I've been robbed… Waaah…My daughter almost…lost…come quick!" Ah Xiu sobbed on the phone.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! I'm coming right away. Tell me where you are!"

"South Railway Station…Police Station…Waaah…"

"Okay! I'll be there within ten minutes! Don't panic, take care of your daughter, okay? I'm on my way, bye!"

I told Xiao Tong to take care of my son, then asked Ah Xiu for leave, and hurriedly hailed a taxi to the South Railway Station. It was rush hour, and I was in a terrible hurry, but the traffic was so bad I could barely move. It took me a full 25 minutes to get to the police station. After getting out of the car, I received a message from Xiaotong, but I didn't have time to read it carefully and rushed into the police station.

"Brother Hao," like a drowning person finding a piece of wood, Ah Xiu threw herself into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

The Lost Apricot (Prologue)

Many marriages are not as perfect and stable as they appear on the surface. Sometimes they are more like delicate porcelain, requiring constant care from both partners. And the more exquisite and valuable the "porcelain," the more careful one must be to prevent the jealousy and sabotage of malicious people… This is the rule of modern marriage.

Unfortunately, many marriages that seem perfect crumble because they ignore this rule; many "porcelain" pieces mistake their exquisite value for indestructibility, ultimately falling prey to malicious people, shattering into pieces, and filled with regret.

He Hechen was one such example.

I was unaware of He Hechen's tragedy until a patient's dying words sparked my interest. A quick online search led me to an article titled "I Saved Him, He Stole My Wife" (hereinafter referred to as "My Article").

Apparently, this article caused quite a stir, leaving many heartbroken and deeply moved. However, I wasn't so shocked after reading it. Before that, I had already been shocked by listening to my patient's account and compiling the photographic and textual materials he left behind.

Indeed, my patient was "Gong" from that article.

During the year or so he spent evading capture and wandering, he secretly returned to Beijing once, even planning a scheme to regain He Hechen's sympathy and affection by recounting his "tragic experiences." Unfortunately, the "silly beauty" had already gone to Germany, leaving him with unfulfilled ambitions.

Six months ago, he fled to Xi'an and came to my remote clinic for treatment, already diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer. By then, he was penniless and begging on the streets to survive. He couldn't afford medical treatment, or even painkillers. Seeing his pitiful state, I took him in to live in the dilapidated house behind the clinic. There was a quilt on the broken bed, and he ate three simple meals a day. In this way, he eked out the last three months of his life in the dilapidated house.

Anyone who has seen a patient with late-stage liver cancer knows that the pain is unbearable for most people; the cheap painkillers I gave him for free had predictably little effect. What helped him overcome the pain and sustained him through the final journey of his life were his so-called "revenge memories" and the precious black box he always clutched to his chest.

Only a few days before his death did he finally show me the contents of the black box: a diary, some photos, several pairs of stockings, several sets of sexy women's lingerie, and a delicate transparent plastic box containing pubic hair, blood-stained tissues, and used condoms!

I remember those days; he was ravaged by illness, pale and barely recognizable. But when he recounted his "glorious journey" of revenge against the rich, especially when he saw the photos and underwear in the black box, he seemed to immediately forget his pain. His eyes lit up, and an incredible flush of excitement returned to his face.

Gong finally died.

A perverted avenger died.

But he left me his diary filled with the word "revenge," those absurd yet real obscene words, those explicit photos of Chen, and her private belongings.

This was a real hot potato! I had intended to burn these filthy and perverted things, but when I thought of the attention and heated discussion my article "I" had caused, and when I thought of the perversion and malice revealed in this diary, a hundred times stronger than in "I," I felt a responsibility and an obligation to reveal a more real and comprehensive Gong... this psychologically warped avenger!

I think the more important point is that this diary provides a deeper understanding of how a sophisticated urban woman like Chen, with her privileged circumstances and seemingly perfect marriage, could fall into the trap of infidelity. This could serve as a warning and a cautionary tale for happy couples in real life who haven't yet experienced marital tragedy.

The entire story is already told in great detail in my previous work, so I won't repeat it here. My job was actually quite simple: I just slightly revised Gong's diary (mainly the important details not in my previous work, or those overlooked by He), and then copied it verbatim, including his grammatical errors and typos, and published it as is.

There's still a point of confusion here: in my previous work, I mentioned a diary of Gong's that He read once and then burned. What about the one I have? Since I only looked up this story online after Gong's death, I didn't have time to ask him how he ended up with two diaries.

However, I noticed that the original text described the diary as follows: "It's more like a collection of random thoughts than a diary. It doesn't record the exact dates, and it's written intermittently, not every day." The diary I have, although sometimes only one entry every three or four days or even a week, is marked with detailed dates, weather, and even moods for each entry. I specifically compared the contents of Gong's diary as published by the author in chapters 64 to 66 of the novel with several corresponding diary entries I had. While my diary also had some grammatical errors and unclear wording, it was significantly more organized and richer in content. Considering Gong's meticulous nature, extreme vanity, and strong emphasis on the "revenge process," my conjecture is that...

the one He destroyed was merely a draft. Perhaps Gong felt it was a waste to throw it away and deliberately kept it in the dormitory for He to discover, specifically to annoy He. The one I have, however, is the original. It was likely created when Gong encountered difficulties, made breakthroughs, or gained insights during his conquest of Chen, referring to the draft from a few days prior, adding new content, and providing more detailed descriptions of certain details.

In his eyes, this diary was perhaps like a general's medal; after "retiring," he could caress it and recall his past "glory on the battlefield."

So, let's follow Gong's twisted diary and review his "revenge journey" together, and explore the mystery of Chen's affair.

Lost Affair (01)

I feel that I am not an ordinary person, I will become a strong person!

Today, I finally found a shortcut to realize my ideal, a good way to kill two birds with one stone. I will take revenge on the person I hate, I will surpass He, I will sleep with Chen! I will record my successful trajectory in words!

Man proposes, God disposes!

This is the warning that Gong wrote on the title page of his diary, which is almost exactly the same as the draft He saw in the article "I". The difference is that "he" in the draft has become "He" here, and "I will sleep with Chen" has been added blatantly. People

who have written diaries have this experience: at first you don't want to write the name of that person, you just use "he" or "she" to replace it. As you write, one day, when the name of that person appears in your diary, you suddenly realize that you have loved (or hated) that person to the extreme!

From Gong's self-admonition, we can see that when he was preparing to write the final version of this diary, his "hatred" for He and his desire to conquer Chen had reached a new level.

The text doesn't specify when the draft was started—was it after he became He's driver in early 2005, or later? But the diary I have clearly states that it started on June 19, 2005.

That day, he accidentally saw Chen's thighs…

My God, such beautiful thighs! I don't know how to describe them! So thin and long, yet so fleshy you couldn't see the bones, I don't know how they grew! So beautiful! And covered in thin stockings, clearly deliberately seducing men! Luckily

, the little girl accidentally grabbed them! Otherwise, how would I have had the chance to see such beautiful thighs?

Looking up from the bottom of the stairs, oh, I think I even saw a little bit of her panties, haha! But what's the use of being beautiful? They don't belong to me! Such beautiful thighs, and that beast He Tiantian has them… How dare he? No way, I'll take her away! She should be mine! I'll bankrupt He, ruin his reputation, make him beg for food! And I'll hold his beautiful wife every day, touch her thighs, and fuck her pussy!

I swear, I can do it!

On the first day of the diary, Gong expressed his determination.

It should be said that since becoming He's driver in early 2005 and having more contact with Chen, Gong began to have some improper thoughts about her, but those were mostly just normal male sexual fantasies about beautiful women. During this time, even if Gong had a slight awareness of "using possession of Chen to get revenge on He," it was probably vague, because Chen and he belonged to completely different worlds!

But no one expected that the "stunning moment" unintentionally created by the little girl Chuchu would suddenly illuminate Gong's "path of revenge"! And also lead to the birth of this "revenge diary"!

In the nearly six months between making my decision on June 19th and finally "conquering" the beauty's body on December 1st, there weren't many entries in my diary, only 27, more like weekly entries. Compared to the entries after December 1st, these 27 entries are shorter, but the content is still rich, recording my desire for Chen's body, my hatred for He Fuyou, and the design, revision, and summary of my plan to win the beauty's sympathy and favor. Today

I saw the beauty's thighs again! I'm so excited... The little girl ran, and I chased after her, until I reached the bedroom door, which was half open. My beauty was putting on her stockings inside! She was pulling them up to her knees! Although it was only for a moment, I really saw her thighs without stockings, so white! My big dick (that's what I wrote in the diary, the same below) jumped in my crotch. Compared to hers, my stinky woman's legs are like pig legs... Why do such beautiful thighs belong to that beast He! This is so unfair!

I have to pick up that beast He again, and Chen actually wants to go to the airport with me! What's the point of picking him up? We'll be home in no time, why worry about seeing him half an hour earlier? It's only been a little over a week, is this woman getting horny? But I can't have sex at the airport... I saw in the rearview mirror that my beauty was half-lying in He's arms! She was whispering, "No, someone will see." That shameless bastard! Does he think I'm a shadow?

Why does she dress so beautifully every day? This suit looks even better today, her waist is so slim... the collar is so low, her breasts are almost bursting off the shirt buttons... My stinky wife has big breasts too, but why aren't they as alluring as hers... No, I can't keep peeking at her breasts, it'll be bad if I get caught. But I believe that one day I'll touch those breasts!

Today, I used a little trick to gain her sympathy. I pretended to be preoccupied, and sure enough, she asked if something was wrong. At first, I kept quiet, but under her persistent questioning, I finally pretended to be helpless and told her that my family had borrowed 8,000 yuan to pay for my younger brother's medical treatment, and now they were asking me to pay it back…

After hearing this, she immediately gave me 10,000 yuan! I never expected her to be so easily fooled! I immediately put on a grateful face and knelt down before her… Damn it, I actually knelt down to a woman like you, and you actually accept it! I'll make you pay back double! This time I swindled you out of 10,000 yuan, next time I'll swindle you out of your breasts and fuck your pussy! Haha!

Recognizing her as my sister means our relationship has become closer, and I've taken the first step towards success. I've finally found her weakness. He, you beast, the day you lose to me is not far off. Brother? I won't be satisfied with this intimate title. Hmph… One day, I, your brother, will fuck my beautiful sister's pussy!

November 4, 2005, was a turning point for Gong's "revenge plan," and he marked this page with many exclamation marks in red pen. In his diary, he wrote: "

Today, I finally touched a beauty's breasts! So good! But not by touching, just by pressing my chest against them, and I even rubbed my face against them a few times, hehe...

I really admire my own cleverness! It was just a spur-of-the-moment idea, to have those poor folks from my village who had taken advantage of me act out a purse-stealing and snatching drama with me, and it worked so well... The folks were really good actors, so heavy-handed! Could it be revenge? I used to laugh at them for their lack of ambition.

But you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub; this bloody, self-inflicted injury, exchanged for the beauty's sympathy and affection, was totally worth it! Seeing this silly woman with tears welling up in her eyes, does she like me a little? Or does she just see me as a little brother?

I fucking admire myself; I should be an actor, how can I cry so easily!" I confessed my feelings to her through tears… I was afraid I'd make a mistake at work, and she'd be angry and disown me as her brother. Just now you said to me, "Don't call me 'sister,' who's your sister?" I felt so bad, like the sky was falling, sob sob… I really did cry convincingly!

No, I can't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! As she wiped my tears and said all that nonsense about being a good brother and never letting me suffer, I decisively threw myself into her arms.

So damn fragrant! So damn soft! City women are different! I cried and said, "Sister, you can't abandon me! If you don't, I can't live!" while burying myself in her chest, my head shaking with sobs. She was actually touched. Actually, I was just rubbing my face against her breasts, silly sister! Hehe…

City women's breasts are different! Even in this cold weather, she's only wearing such a thin wool sweater and a women's blazer. I just took off my coat and lay directly on my wool sweater. It's so thin, it feels like I'm not wearing anything! The bra underneath seems thin too, with hardly any padding. I can feel the shape and softness of her breasts with my face. They smell so good, they're so damn full! How did my wife's breasts grow?

Compared to hers, they're like pig's breasts!

Having grown closer to Chen and tasted the "sweetness" of a "city woman's" body, Gong gradually became bolder. He often used the excuse of playing with Chu Chu to peek at Chen's private parts, even pretending to accidentally grope her.

Today her neckline is so low, it's practically a temptation… She squatted down to hug the little girl, and when I looked down, oh my god, I could see most of her breasts! White and tender, like two big white steamed buns! I really wanted to take a bite!

I went out to play today… My little girl was playing around with her, and I accidentally pulled down her shirt a bit. Wow, she almost pulled her bra down! Most of her white, tender breast was right in front of me—it was so exciting! She quickly pulled her clothes back up, blushed, and smacked her daughter's bottom, while secretly glancing at me. I pretended not to see and played with my phone. But in my mind, I had already played with that half-exposed breast countless times!

She was playing with Chuchu on the sofa again, and I was squatting on the floor tidying up the toys, but my eyes were always on that side, looking for an unexpected surprise… I saw it! I finally saw it! Chuchu was between her legs, but as soon as I moved away, before she could even close her legs, I saw the white panties deep inside her skirt! Encased in stockings, for some reason there was a thread-like thing in the middle of the stockings that was deeply embedded, cutting the plump vulva in half—it was so damn tempting! Although it was only for a brief moment, I was so excited! I finally peeked into this noble city woman's secret place! My huge cock instantly sprang to life...

playing on the grass. I joined in the fun, pretending to be the big bad wolf and trying to snatch the little girl from her... In the chaos, I rubbed the back of my hand against her thigh a few times, and my elbow pressed against her breasts twice—it was fucking awesome! Thinking about it now still brings back so many memories... Before, she was always so conscious of her image in front of me, acting like a lady, but now she doesn't complain at all about me groping her like this. Is she interested in me? Or is she just horny?

Hehe...

I really can't understand why that beast He would be so carefree, letting me have so many opportunities to interact with his wife. It shows he's never taken me seriously, thinking that his wife, such a noble city woman, would never even look at a country bumpkin like me! Damn it! I'll prove you wrong, one day you'll regret it! I'll not only ruin your reputation, but I'll also hold your noble wife every day, fucking her with my big, country bumpkin cock until she cries for her parents! Haha...

Today was so exciting! I touched her pretty little panties with my own hands; they were even worn… The toilet in their living room bathroom was broken, and as we were about to leave, I suddenly had a stomachache. She said, “Since you’re going to the bedroom to get Chuchu’s teddy bear anyway, just use the bathroom in the bedroom…”

I found a wicker basket with some unwashed clothes in it. Good heavens, they were all hers: pajamas, stockings, bras, and panties… I excitedly picked up the bra and smelled it. How strange! The little girl hadn’t breastfed in ages, yet it still smelled milky! It smelled so good, a world of difference compared to the sour smell of my wife’s bras!

I examined her pink panties closely again. They were so small; could they even cover her buttocks? How could they be so thin, and embroidered with hollow patterns? Wouldn't her pubic hair spill out? I turned them over and saw an extra layer of fabric covering her vulva. There was a pale yellow stain on the fabric, along with some clear, snot-like liquid that felt sticky to the touch—was it her vaginal discharge? I sniffed it; it smelled of urine, and also the scent of a woman in heat. Damn it, how noble are city women? They're just like my stinky old woman, leaking urine and vaginal discharge! But Chen Meiren's urine smelled much better, sour and fishy, making my penis grow even bigger… I really wanted to steal it home and play with it slowly, but I didn't dare. But there's always tomorrow; I'll definitely have it!

Today I sneaked into the bedroom bathroom again. It was so tense, so exciting… Today it was a pair of purple panties… Is this really panties? They're so small! It seemed to consist of only a few straps, with a small triangular piece of cloth covering the vulva. Could this even be worn? There was a thin stain of urine on the cloth, along with some white mucus. It smelled pungent, yet damn fragrant… and there were even two pubic hairs stuck to it! The pubic hair of the most beautiful city woman in my heart!

I carefully wrapped it in a tissue; I was going to take it home and treasure it… I covered my big cock with the panties and masturbated for a few strokes before ejaculating. I even smeared some semen on the triangular piece of cloth… He, you beast, your wife's panties have my semen on them! It can't be washed off; there will always be a little bit left. When your wife wears these panties, hehe, my sperm will stick to her tender vulva!

Haha…

From November 4th onwards, Gong kept a diary every day for the past week, filled with trivial details and emotional outbursts, all about his almost perverse obsession with Chen's body. Therefore, it's clear that the impulsive hug at the Huairou scenic area on November 11th, which almost "ruined everything," was a result of this accumulated infatuation.

This hasty and reckless action, which alerted her, directly resulted in Chen and Gong's interactions reverting to their previous state—neither warm nor cold, maintaining a distance.

Gong deeply regretted it, writing in his diary that day: "

I was fucking out of my mind! How could I be so impulsive? Was this the right time to hug her? I was too hasty! Mainly because she'd been so good to me lately, and the environment there was so beautiful, the air so fresh, making me feel like I was in love. Romantic relationships in movies and TV are always set in such environments! Who knew she still treated me like a younger brother and slapped me.

Luckily, I saw in her eyes after she hit me that there wasn't much anger, just some panic, and a hint of regret—was she regretting hitting me too hard? Hehe!" I immediately slapped myself several times, then started putting on my act of crying and being pitiful again…

I waited downstairs at their house until evening, determined to redeem myself for my mistake… She finally came down, finally agreed to get in the car and listen to my confession. Good, I had another chance! I tearfully recounted how that beast He had treated me and how kind she had been, then lauded her as my beautiful goddess…

Women are all vain, and when she heard me call her her goddess, although she still had a stern face, her eyes softened considerably.

I prepared to go all in, to use my trump card. I cried, “I know I was wrong today. I blasphemed my god and deserve punishment. Sister! I’m calling you that one last time. I’m saying goodbye. Tonight I’m leaving here and going back to my hometown. Let me atone for my sins with eternal damnation! Sister, take care.” Then, tears streaming down my face, I opened the car door… Sure enough, as expected, she ran out of the car and stopped me. I really admire myself; not only did she forgive me, but she also seemed moved by my tears and sincerity! This silly woman!

It seems that Gong's acting, though old-fashioned, was quite effective on the naive, kind-hearted, and inexperienced Chen.

Having read through the article "Me" and my diary many times, I'm very interested in this "reckless incident."

From an outsider's perspective, I think both Chen and Gong had misunderstandings about the matter. Chen believed that as long as she continued to keep her distance from him, things would be fine, and she only considered him a younger brother who had made a mistake. Gong also believed that Chen forgave him, her scheming brother, simply because she was "naive."

My analysis is: actually, from the day she became his adopted brother, Chen had already subconsciously developed feelings for Gong, but she just wasn't aware of it... Ask yourself, if a respectable woman suddenly wants to recognize a man she sees every day as her brother, does she really have no other thoughts at all? Gong's elaborate scheme to steal the bag, presented with a bloody facade of "loyalty and honesty," further heightened Chen's affection for him. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was "love born from pity," though she herself remained unaware that an extramarital affair had already begun to blossom within her. The "reckless hug" at the Huairou scenic area, on the surface, seemed to distance Chen from Gong, but I believe it was precisely the key that unlocked Chen's extramarital heart!

Why do I say this? A respectable woman's extramarital feelings are often vague, something she dares not admit. The reasons for this vagueness and reluctance to admit are multifaceted, including traditional morality, social pressure, and family responsibility. However, one crucial factor is easily overlooked… she was still unsure if her extramarital partner was truly sincere!

From the moment she recognized him as her godbrother, even though Chen had vaguely realized her feelings for Gong, was Gong's closeness merely a matter of gratitude or sibling affection?

Or perhaps he did harbor some affection for her, but was this affection merely the casual infatuation of a young man for a beautiful woman? She wasn't sure. But the "reckless hug" confirmed it… Gong adored her like a goddess! And desperately craved her affection!

To be loved is a beautiful, blissful thing! But Gong, by sheer chance, used it as the key to unlock Chen's extramarital affair.

Having the key was one thing, but someone else was needed to open the door. Everything seemed predestined; that person arrived—the "stinking old woman" Gong despised and cursed

… Gong's wife.

The details of Gong's wife's arrival and her arrogant, reckless actions influencing Chen's first step into adultery have been described in great detail in the article "I," so I won't repeat them here. I'll just excerpt a few passages from Gong's diary to reinforce the impression: "

Three weeks have passed. I never imagined her heart could be so hard. I've apologized, begged, cried, but damn it, she just won't listen to me… I think I should give up." I've spent so much effort trying to please her, even putting on a show of self-inflicted suffering for her. I'm so resentful! But what can I do? She's had such a privileged life since childhood—she went to university, she's so beautiful,

and her husband is so rich! And me? A farmer's son, nothing—no house, no car, no money. Why would she even notice me? Looks like I was too confident in myself before! Forget it, I'll give up! I'll just be her brother, using her sympathy to swindle some money… With the money I've saved, I might be able to swindle women in poor cities like Lanzhou and Xi'an. The women there are at least considered city women… I'll stay in Beijing for another two years, save up 100,000 or 200,000, and then go to Xi'an to develop my career…

I never imagined it! My ugly, smelly wife has such a powerful influence… I noticed a hint of displeasure in her eyes when she looked at my wife. If I'm not mistaken, it was jealousy. Yes, it was the kind of jealousy between women! It's strange that a beautiful wife of a wealthy city man would be jealous of an ugly country woman! Could it really be to steal me away...?

Okay, then I'll deliberately get close to my wife and see how she reacts... I even called in sick that night to provoke her again... Sure enough, she gave me the reaction I expected. She was like those women in love on TV, clearly in love with that guy, but deliberately putting on a cold tone and saying hurtful things. I could tell she was completely jealous! Jealous of my wretched wife because she likes me! Great, I'm halfway there!

I never imagined she had such a fatal weakness… The next day, her phone call completely exposed it! She wanted me to rush back from the Great Wall to take her to the hospital? She was perfectly fine yesterday! I've never seen her make such an unreasonable request before. I think it's not physical discomfort, but rather emotional distress!

Maybe her little pussy is itchy and needs me to fuck her? Heh…

truly, she's both my strength and my weakness! That damn woman actually sensed our delicate relationship! Not only did she argue with me, but she also went to Chen's company to help me resign! And she actually agreed to my resignation! Was my judgment wrong again? That damn woman is really fierce! A few words of scolding her and she kept arguing with me, even scratching my face and tearing my clothes… Whatever, I have to go find her tonight and get to the bottom of this! He the beast isn't here; this might be my last chance! Although the resignation is a done deal, I'm not willing to leave like this!

I was almost at her building. My face was bruised, so I gritted my teeth and scratched it a few more times. My shirt was torn, so I tore it a little more… Great! A strong wind started blowing and it started snowing. This would win her even more sympathy…

As long as she saw my pitiful state on the doorbell video, she would open the door. As long as she opened the door, I would have a chance! Damn it, I've put in so much effort, how could I not have my way with her?! I'm leaving soon, I have to give it my all! Even if I have to rape her, I'll have my way with her! Even if I have to go to jail,

I'll have my way with her! Five minutes, ten minutes… I'm freezing to death… Thank God! She finally opened the door… I pitifully begged her for forgiveness. I told her through tears how much I wanted to be by her side when we were at the Great Wall. I cursed that bitch's viciousness and heartlessness in front of her. I sobbed as I said goodbye. Finally, I confessed that I liked her but wasn't good enough for her… The silly woman was moved and cried her eyes out…

I was about to succeed! I took two steps forward, crying, until I was very close to her... I could even smell the fragrance of her breath! She finally looked up at me, and our eyes met... She didn't look away, just looked at me with teary eyes... I'd be a fool not to act now! I suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly. Her body was so fucking soft! And smelled so good! This was the third time I'd hugged her, but this time she didn't resist, letting me hold her tighter and tighter. I felt her breasts almost being flattened by my chest!

God! I did it! I'm going to fuck her! One time is enough, two times is a bonus!

From these words, we notice several facts: First, Gong had indeed backed out before his wife arrived in Beijing; second, because his wife had cut off his escape route, Gong came to Chen's house with the initial intention of "having sex once and then returning to his hometown," without expecting Chen to commit to him; third, Gong's condition for "forcing himself on her" was that Chen would open the door for him, and Chen did indeed hesitate for at least ten minutes before opening the door.

Let's make some assumptions: Gong's wife hadn't come to Beijing, or she hadn't helped Gong resign, or Gong's determination to "rape" her wasn't that strong and hesitant at the last minute, or Chen hesitated but still didn't open the door for Gong...

If any of these assumptions had occurred, perhaps Chen wouldn't have gone down the path of infidelity.

However, none of these assumptions came true. Everything seemed preordained. Chen, this beautiful red apricot, still cheated on her husband…

Okay, starting from the next chapter, Gong's diary will contain detailed descriptions of Chen's first affair, as well as many subsequent "illicit affairs." You can be angry at Gong's perversion, or you can feel sorry for Chen's infidelity, but I advise you to observe it with a lewd eye. Also, please don't sympathize with "He" and put yourself in his shoes; that will only cause you trouble and make you look foolish!

Before reading Chapter Two, we need to clarify the timing of several events, because I noticed that many readers in the original comments were confused and even argued about this. Now, with me, the "publisher" with firsthand information, you can "find the answers."

The biggest reason for the misunderstanding, I think, is He's statement: "At the end of the year, I frequently traveled between Shenzhen and Beijing... This incident happened during that period." Everyone naturally assumed that Chen's first affair occurred in mid-to-late December. Actually, "end of the year" can be precise to the last few days of December, or roughly refers to the last two months of the year. Now, Gong's diary can unravel your mystery...

October 12, 2005: Chen recognized Gong as her younger brother.

November 4, 2005: The "snatching the bag" ruse; the "siblings" embraced for the first time.

November 11, 2005: At the Huairou scenic area, a rash hug; Chen slapped Gong.

November 30, 2005: Gong's wife came to Beijing; Gong took leave to take her to an amusement park in Beijing.

December 1, 2005: Gong took his wife to the Great Wall; Chen finally couldn't resist calling Gong; Gong's wife resigned for her husband; Gong came to "say goodbye"; Chen's first affair.

On December 8, 2005, Gong's wife caused a scene; Gong took Chen home, and Chen cheated on him for the second time.

On December 11, 2005, Gong's wife took their son back to their hometown.

On December 20-21, 2005, [details to be revealed].

On December 22, 2005, Gong took the train back to his hometown (arriving on the 23rd).

On December 28, 2005, Gong took the train back to Beijing (arriving on the 29th).

Unraveling these time mysteries solved Chen's menstrual cycle problem... around the 24th to the end of each month. On May 8, 2006, it was discovered that her period (April 24th) was delayed by more than ten days, perfectly matching the pattern. This wasn't just my guess, because Gong later claimed to have discovered Chen's pattern of being "particularly horny in the days before and after her period," and therefore kept detailed records of Chen's periods in her diary.

As for why He didn't respond to readers' questions about the timing in the comments, even a fool could figure it out: she was already heartbroken, why would you rub salt into her wounds?

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