Encountering a beautiful woman

Some say death isn't scary; what's scary is waiting for death to come. One night last year, I was in that situation. I was alone in a hotel room, the lights off, my phone switched off, and the landline unplugged. Before unplugging the landline, I called the front desk to tell them I was tired and anyone who called me should tell them I had checked out.

The story goes back to a day in March last year. I was taking the train from Langfang to Beijing. On the train, I wandered around for a while before finally sitting down opposite a young woman. She was wearing a black business suit, her hair was just past her shoulders, she had an oval face, and although not fair-skinned, she was quite attractive. Her full breasts stretched her blouse tightly, and although she had a little bit of fat around her waist, it was still relatively small compared to her large hips, and they were quite symmetrical. She wore white sheer stockings with black leather shoes, and when she got up to go to the restroom, I noticed a bow tied around her ankle—absolutely fashionable! On such a long journey, I figured most of you would support me taking a few extra glances and chatting with a beautiful woman, right? At first, I didn't initiate conversation. Even cats have their rules; as a cat master once said, "

The ultimate way to pick up girls is to let them pick you up!" Later, during a conversation with another salesman next to me, she chimed in for a few words, and we started talking one-on-one. I learned she was from Hubei, her husband was a graduate of Beijing Normal University and stayed on as a faculty member, and she had come to Beijing with him. She initially worked at the Economic Daily in Beijing, but later, due to her familiarity with banking, she used connections to transfer to a bank. When we got off the train, I accompanied her to the exit. Since I had already given her my business card but hadn't given her her phone number, I was prepared to ask for it if she didn't give it to me by the time we exited the station. Luckily, as soon as we got off the platform, she gave me her phone number and her mobile number as well. I thought, well, after spending time with her on the train, eating, drinking, laughing, and playing with her, shouldn't she at least give me something in return? When we parted, she asked me to call her next time I came to Beijing. (My trip to Beijing that time was to meet another colleague for a trip to Heilongjiang, so I didn't have time to stop.) In the days that followed, we'd exchange messages every three to five days to check in. We didn't say anything explicit; I hadn't quite figured out his personality yet, and some things were best left unsaid when we were alone. A few days ago, an old client messaged me, saying that a vice president in Hebei might be starting his own business. Since he was opening a factory, he'd definitely need to buy machinery.

I called him, but he probably didn't trust me and flatly refused, saying there was no factory planned. I said I was a close friend of Xiao Meng's, and we shouldn't talk about equipment. I'd often heard Xiao Meng mention him, and I'd like to visit him so we could sit down, have a drink, and get to know each other. He hesitated for a moment, then agreed. So I came to Hebei, only to find out he might be about to land a big order, and he was only thinking about buying equipment after securing the order. So I tried to build rapport, and we exchanged business cards and equipment samples. Where to next? First, I went to Fushun. A client there still owes our company 60,000 to 70,000 yuan in outstanding payments. It was a previous order from a salesperson who had been fired. The boss said whoever gets the outstanding payment gets the commission on that order. Just as I was about to leave, I remembered Ms. S from Beijing. Since Beijing is on the way to Fushun anyway, I figured I might as well stop by! So I called her and said I was coming to Beijing. She said she was busy today, but she'd take tomorrow off to go with me.

That night, I spent the whole night on Mop (a Chinese online forum). Early the next morning, she called to ask where I was. I said I was getting up to go to Beijing right away. She got angry and said, "I thought you were here yesterday! Fine, I'm going to work. Come or not, it's up to you!" and hung up. I was wide awake. I'd been soaking in the bath for ages, and with the rice almost in the pot, I didn't want it to fly away like a cooked duck! I quickly replied that I'd be in Beijing in two hours. Then I got out of bed, showered, shaved, and took a dump—eliminating everything that might interfere with our flirting—and grabbed my laptop and headed straight to the bus station.

Around 10 AM, I arrived at Liuliqiao Station and, following her instructions, took bus 917 to the terminal, Tianqiao. It was already 11 AM, and my stomach was growling, but I didn't care. I looked around and saw the Jindong Hotel, which seemed okay, but when I went in, they didn't even have internet access. Across the street was Xiangrui, which seemed alright too. I went in, and although they had internet, the room was tiny. The receptionist, despite having a two-star rating, insisted on charging me 188 yuan, claiming it would be 260 yuan before the discount. Ha! It's worse than a budget hotel; if I paid 260, I'd be paying 250. I had no other choice. The other small hotels nearby weren't clean, and Jindong didn't have internet, so I had to stay there since she was leaving that night. After checking in, I called her to come eat. She said there was a Honglian Roast Duck chain restaurant nearby and told me to order while she took time off work. So, grinning broadly, I ran around asking people where the nearest Honglian Roast Duck was. Upon entering, wow, there were so many people! I received a business card for a roast duck restaurant with the number 3 on it. I sat on a chair in the lobby, waiting for those greasy-mouthed guys at the banquet to finish their food. After a while, people number 1 and 2 were probably assigned seats, and finally it was my turn. A greeter in a cheongsam told me I had a seat, and then a waitress in a very familiar Japanese girl's uniform led me to my seat. As I walked, I thought to myself, "The owner of this Red Lotus restaurant probably likes big breasts too. When I become a boss, I'll hire people by size. No one with the right size, no job. Small-sized people will be general workers, big-sized people will be managers!" When ordering, I not only ordered the 68 yuan roast duck, but also a hot pot, a plate of eel shreds, a plate of wild mushrooms, and a bowl of soup. The "big-sized" waitress's eyes widened in surprise when she heard I was the only one eating! I laughed and beckoned her closer. She leaned in, and I whispered with a laugh, "I just escaped from the detention center and I'm starving." I casually pinched her big butt!

She looked at me and smiled. Then she happily ran off to fetch the dishes.

The dishes hadn't been served long when my little S appeared. She scanned the entire hall, probably not seeing me, and pulled out her phone to make a call. I stood up and said hi. She ran over, her face flushed. I very politely extended my hand, but she wouldn't shake it. To be honest, I just wanted to show courtesy, not to touch her hand. Not touching her hand was fine, but I still gentlemanly went over and pulled out a chair for her, casually touching her shoulder to what looked like a casual gesture to others! Good heavens, it's true what they say, a concubine is better than a wife, and a stolen lover is better than a concubine! That little touch lasted until the alcohol in the electric kettle on the table almost burned out… We ate and chatted. I heard she bought a car, so I asked her what kind. Let's go for a drive. She seemed a little embarrassed and said her husband was driving it, not yet. It cost 120,000 yuan. I asked if it was a Buick Excelle or a Peugeot 307. Those were the only two models I knew around 120,000 yuan, both of which my friends had owned. She mentioned an Elantra. I was taken aback. Coming from the countryside, I'd never seen a high-end Elantra costing 120,000 yuan. I'd even dreamed of working hard for a few years to earn 80,000 yuan to buy that dream car. Had prices gone up and car prices gone up too?

After a satisfying meal, I pondered the ancient wisdom that when you're well-fed and clothed, you should think about lust. I started thinking about how to get her into bed. Suddenly, I remembered she'd mentioned loving fruit, so I invited her to go to a fruit shop. She happily agreed. Leaving the restaurant, I led her back to the hotel. She seemed very familiar with the road leading to the Xiangrui Hotel. She always said her husband was stingy, forbidding her from chatting online and disliking seeing her with other men.

I smiled and made small talk. Passing a fruit shop, I bought apples and bananas—her favorites. "Hehe, you love bananas, huh? I'll give you a big banana later!" When we reached the hotel entrance, she stopped.

She looked at me with an indescribable expression and told me she wasn't going upstairs; she was scared. I remembered a friend saying that at this moment, I wasn't fighting her, but rather thousands of years of feudalistic thinking. So, I looked at her calmly and gently told her that I had brought her a small gift from Shanghai, just for her, and that I had come up to pick it up so we could go shopping later… After hesitating for a while, she finally came upstairs with me. Once in the room, I didn't mention the gift at all. I turned on the TV and connected the computer to the internet. She said she liked listening to Jay Chou's "Chrysanthemum Terrace." To be honest, I don't like Jay Chou's songs. I remember someone saying that when China becomes big enough, they should make all the foreigners learn Chinese, take the HSK (Chinese Proficiency Test) and make them play Jay Chou's songs during the listening comprehension section! They should be made to write down the lyrics! But since the beautiful lady wanted it, I had to do it! I immediately searched for Jay Chou on Baidu, downloaded the song, and played it for her. I could tell she liked it; she was humming along. I boiled water and made two cups of tea. While serving the tea, I sat down next to her and we discussed the Wenchuan earthquake. She said she cried when she saw it, and she had donated money. She also said she had many clothes at home that she wanted to donate but didn't know where to accept donations. I quickly chimed in, saying that our village chief was still naked because he wasn't wearing pants during the earthquake. You should donate to him! Her face seemed to turn red, and she exclaimed, "You're lying! The earthquake happened in the afternoon, how could you not be wearing pants?" I quickly explained, "When the earthquake struck, our village chief was discussing family planning and contraception with the women's director, so he wasn't wearing pants. When the earthquake hit, he rushed out in a panic and didn't have time to pick up his pants." She suddenly laughed, and a button on her bra happened to come undone. As she laughed, I was examining her black bra... Here, I want to clarify to all my fellow wolves that this wasn't a fabrication; the button really did come undone on its own. Neither she nor I moved; it just came undone naturally. Since I write articles, I only write about my own experiences. Writing about things that didn't happen is meaningless, and copying others' work is even more pointless. That's the rule of originality!

I was still talking to her as I looked at her, suggesting she donate her outfit to our village chief. She said her village chief was definitely fatter than her and wouldn't fit. I looked her up and down, then asked her to stand up and turn around. She actually stood up, stretched out her arms, and turned around in front of me. Hehe! Before, sitting in the chair, it was difficult to make a move; nothing is convenient in a chair. Now that she was standing, right next to the bed, I could easily pull her down—my chance had come. I nodded, muttering something about her being thinner than our village chief… I put my arms around her waist, but as soon as I did, she twisted her waist, hehe, "Don't do that…" and sat back down in her chair. Frustrating… We chatted casually for almost an hour, and I watched her sitting in that chair that was both easy to advance and difficult to retreat in. I secretly decided: from now on, I'll only look for hotel rooms with beds and no chairs, so these prey have nowhere to hide... In this situation, if I were to forcibly pull her from the chair to the bed, I'd feel like I was obviously forcing her... My brain was racing, trying to figure out every possible way to trick her into sitting on the bed so I could unleash my signature move—the hungry tiger pouncing on its prey! It's not just talk, salespeople develop their brains through practice. Soon, I smiled slyly... "Sister S, come look at my girlfriend's picture. Our relationship has been really strained lately, we're almost at the point of breaking up..." She got excited and immediately ran over to sit at the foot of the bed to look at the computer I had placed on the table opposite the bed. At this point, our setup was like this: in front of us was a table with a TV, which I moved a bit and put the computer on; behind us was the bed, and we sat side by side at the foot of the bed watching photos of my girlfriend and me slideshow on the computer… It was such a convenient setup for me: from behind her, since there was no chair back, I could easily put my arm around her waist or shoulder… from in front of her, I could easily pin her down on the bed… After looking at our photos, she asked if there were any more she wanted to see. I showed her many scenic photos I took at the Xi'an, Shanghai, and Jinan exhibitions. She said, “You’re on a company-funded trip, so comfortable!” I was thinking to myself, “I get paid for all my business trips,” but I still smiled and said, “Let me know when you’re free, I’ll take you out for a trip…” Later, she saw a nude photo of a celebrity, and she was shocked, asking, “Is it real?” I told her that it's trendy to take some photos while you're young and have a good figure so you can look back on them later... At the same time, I put my arm around her waist, and she twisted, so I pressed her down on the bed... I straddled her, my mouth constantly searching for hers, but she twisted her head violently, pushed me away forcefully, and cried out, "Don't do this, we can't do this..." I didn't care, if she wouldn't let me kiss her, I'd kiss her neck, and then down, I held her with one arm and grabbed her breasts with the other, they were fucking huge! I tried to unbutton her shirt with both hands, but she held them tightly, refusing to let me. At that moment, the advantage a man has over a woman became glaringly obvious. Although she held my hands, she was no match for my strength. Amidst her cries and struggles, her buttons slipped one by one, and her spirit crumbled step by step… Her shirt was completely undone, revealing a black lace bra that barely covered half her breasts. I pressed her hands above her head with one hand, while using the other to feel her softness. Suddenly, she broke free, and a sharp pain shot through my face. She gripped my cheeks tightly with her claws, but I forced a smile, continuing to rub them. She grabbed my hand again, her nails digging into the flesh of my hand, but I still smiled! She continued to resist, saying, "You have such a beautiful girlfriend, why do you care about an old woman like me? Aren't you afraid your girlfriend will find out and leave you?" I told her, "From the first moment I saw you on the train, I was captivated by you. Your figure and your temperament are incomparable to my girlfriend, who's like a little kid." I can't let you belong to only your husband for the rest of your life. I want you to experience greater happiness. What kind of love is that? Seeing each other only once every few months, I'd rather not have it!

Seeing that reasoning wasn't working, she resorted to force. She warned me she'd scream if I didn't let go, and I laughed even harder: "You live nearby, right? If your husband finds out, your kids will be finished; I'm just a single guy passing by, no wife to control me, go ahead and scream." "Why aren't you screaming? Hehe, I'll scream for you." "Help! Someone—" I'd barely uttered a sound when she snapped, "Are you looking for death?! What are you screaming for?!" Hmph! I've been gambling since I was a kid, you're still too green to outsmart me, aren't you? ...To prevent me from getting hurt again, I pinned her hands to the bed with both hands and used my mouth to pull up her black bra, finally exposing her snow-white breasts to my eyes! Maybe it's because she's getting older; the tip is all dark. Even when women's nipples are erect, they're never as big as hers normally. I could feel it. It wasn't that she was excited; it was just the normal size, really big. While not as big as a grape as some people say, it was definitely as big as those marbles we played with as kids—the kind where whoever got it into the hole first won.

I took it in my mouth and circled it. Actually, a lot of those fantasy novels are fake. Women who are forced into it rarely get into the mood. The stuff about them yelling "I want it!" when touched or rubbed is all fake. Because they're under so much psychological tension, they don't have time to pay attention to those physical stimuli… After a while, she kept telling me to let go. Suddenly, on a whim, I told her: "I'll let go, but you have to promise to kiss me." She looked at me in disbelief. "Really? You'll let go if I kiss you?" I put on a pitiful look: "Sister S, I really like you. But judging from how desperately you resisted, you really don't like me. What's the point of me forcing you to do it?" Then I added, "Can't you tell?"

"I haven't touched your pants. If I wanted to force you, I would have stripped you off long ago. Look at myself, I haven't even taken off my shirt, trousers, or shoes yet!" She thought about it and realized she was right, so she stopped resisting. She even told me that she used to like me quite a bit, but she didn't expect me to turn out like this. I chimed in, "Sister S, you're so sexy. I guarantee any man who sees you will want to make a move on you." She laughed and called me a pervert. I laughed too, "I am a pervert. If you don't kiss the pervert, the pervert won't let you get up..." She was helpless. She closed her eyes and lightly touched my face. I shouted, "You're cheating! I want a kiss on the lips!" "You scratched my face earlier. My face may be afraid of you, but my lips aren't. If you want a kiss, kiss my lips!" She refused again. She resolutely refused to kiss me on the lips, so I lay on top of her again, refusing to get up until she agreed to my terms. Hehe, at that moment, I was thinking, even if you kiss me, I won't get up! After a while, she wanted water, saying she was very thirsty after lunch. I said, "The tea I made is still here. If you kiss me, I'll give you water." She rolled her eyes at me and said she wouldn't drink anymore! Then she changed her mind, saying her clothes were all sweaty and wrinkled, and she was worried about going out. I said it was okay, I'd buy her a new one. She said, "Oh, you said that!" I thought there was a chance, so I nodded quickly, "Okay!" I reached my hand inside her pants, and she started to resist, grabbing at me. I was used to the pain; my grandfather had long ago taught me, "If you want to eat dog meat, why are you afraid of being bitten?" Finally, with my relentless attacks, her defenses crumbled step by step... She was still the same, closing her eyes and not looking at me, not making a sound, but her hand was still futilely gripping mine.

She wanted water again, saying, "Please, let me get up, I'm really thirsty, I need water." I thought about it, maybe she really wanted water, and I couldn't just not let her have any! So I told her, "You can get up if you want, I've already seen everything, but when you get up, you should take off your shirt first, so you'll have to consider the busy street outside if you want to run away." She readily agreed, slightly bending down to take off her blouse. I didn't hesitate, standing up to bring her tea. After she drank, I peeled a banana and offered it to her. She wouldn't eat it, which I expected. So I threatened her, "If you don't eat the banana, I'll keep 'kick' you!" She was so angry she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, saying, "You're so mean!" But she still took a bite. I laughed, "Hey, that's right, that's how it is. Be gentle with your husband and he'll treat you well!" I took a bite of the banana and then put it in her mouth... As she stood in front of the mirror, looking radiant in her black bra, I hugged her from behind and told her, "Look how well we match." Indeed, I'm a little taller than her, and while I'm not exactly handsome, I'm certainly youthful and energetic.

She laughed and said, "I'm almost your mother, what's there to match about!" I pulled her onto the bed and tickled her all over, saying, "You dare to scold me like that!" She laughed and asked, "What do you like about me? I've been married before, there are so many good girls out there, why did you have to come and ruin me?" I stopped. Finally, the battle between me and the ultimate pinnacle of five thousand years of Chinese feudal ideology had arrived. Success or failure depended on how well this final act went!

If any of you cat lovers were here, you'd see my expression was as heartfelt as Stephen Chow's line, "God, give me another chance": "Sister S, I've fallen for you. I wouldn't take any woman in the whole country, I only want you!

If you're not happy with me, I won't force you, but give me some comfort. Just let me hold you for a little while, even just a short while, and I'll be happy!"... She slowly pulled me into her arms, and I was incredibly excited! I

had finally defeated her both psychologically and physically! I rested my head in her arms, one hand around her waist, the other caressing her ample buttocks. Slowly, I peeled away her last line of defense. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and said, "I'll do it myself, but you have to agree to one condition!" I said I'd agree to any condition. She insisted on using a condom. I said of course no problem, but I didn't have a condom. Firstly, I've never been with any other woman besides my girlfriend, so I'm definitely not sick; secondly, I'll pull out when I ejaculate, so you won't feel burdened. I just want to be a good lover, not ruin your family. She looked at me for a moment, then her eyes were resolute as she said I absolutely had to bring one, and if I didn't have one, she'd get one for me! Damn, I was stunned. Looks like she'd tricked me! She came to meet me with a condom, clearly ready to sleep with me! Before I could even react, she pulled a box of Jissbon condoms from her bag. I glanced at it; it had the ring-shaped stripes, a three-pack. I'd always been quite virile, but this blow left me feeling deflated… After she disarmed herself, I felt the need to use my skillful hands to warm her up. She seemed to enjoy it immensely, and I felt as happy as if I'd just closed a deal and been praised by my boss. Now restored to my former vigor, I donned my gear and got ready to get to work. I assumed a missionary stance, left hand gripping the spear, right hand sweeping towards the enemy lines. After adjusting the angle, I charged in to kill! At first, she closed her eyes and remained motionless. After a series of vigorous thrusts, she became a little excited and started moaning softly. I reduced my thrusts and asked her to call me "husband." She said something that startled me: "We've been married for ten years, and I've never called you 'husband.' We always just call each other by our full names..." I continued thrusting, one hand pinching her nipple, the other rubbing her clitoris. Soon, she became increasingly wet. I asked her if it felt good. She didn't answer. I thrust in hard twice! I asked her again if it felt good. She softly said, "Good—mm—mm—."

Maintaining one position all the time wouldn't provide a full workout, so I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, half-squatting, and thrust all the way in each time. Her moans changed from "mm—mm—" to "ah—ah—ah—"... Honestly, it was too loose and lacked power! I joked with her, saying, "I'm not used to using condoms because when I do, I can't ejaculate all night!" She asked me how many times I did with my girlfriend each night. I didn't hide anything and told her usually three times. Then she told me she hadn't done it for three months... I wanted to try a rear-entry position, so I stopped thrusting, turned her around, and slapped her butt. She looked at me blankly, and I said, "Lie down. Do I have to teach you?" She said no, she didn't like it, and she wasn't used to it. Damn, you're not used to it because your husband doesn't know how! I forcefully flipped her over, grabbed her waist, and went in with a whoosh... It seems she really rarely uses this move; her butt didn't move back to cooperate. After a while, I flipped her over again, but I quickly discovered she had a really good skill! I lay on top of her without moving, and her butt moved around like it was spinning on its own. Damn, it was so fucking amazing! ...She was all flesh, so lying on top of him was incredibly comfortable. Her hands were on her chest, her head against his neck, her legs on his, and his penis was still inside her...she was just swaying around below, his penis going in and out of her vagina—it was so relaxing! This was true enjoyment! ...After a while, I felt I was about to climax, so I told her I was about to give the call to arms, were she ready? She nodded, and I took a deep breath, fiercely pounding her with a rate similar to an AK47 burst! Her legs curled up to assist my attack. I roared: "Still don't want to let me fuck you! ...I'll teach you to be a repressed slut! ...I'll teach you to grab me! ...I'll fuck you to death!" She could only utter "Ah-ah-ah-" sounds; I was about to ejaculate! I stopped holding her down, thrusting relentlessly while simultaneously grabbing her throat with both hands and asking: "You're such a slut...you're not allowed to let your husband fuck you anymore...only me...understand?? Damn it, I'm asking you a question...understand? Damn it!" Watching her nod frantically, I nestled contentedly against her chest. My legs were weak… I lay there for a while, then got up and took off the condom. She rushed to the bathroom, and I, too lazy to move, lit a cigarette and leaned against the headboard, lost in thought… A while later, she came out wrapped in a towel, put on her underwear and outer clothes, and noticed her socks were torn. She pulled a new pair from her bag, put them on, and even wanted to give me the old one as a souvenir! Haha, I wouldn't even keep my girlfriend's fragrant black bra if she gave it to me, why would I keep your stinky socks? I ignored her… While getting dressed, she said, "You promised to pay for my clothes, you have to get up and come with me to buy clothes." I said okay. Then she said, "My phone is disconnected from yours because I called you, you have to top it up for me." Do you think I'm stupid? Local calls don't cost anything! I ignored her… Then she said, "I took the day off and didn't get paid, you have to compensate me." Damn, she's really getting serious! I just told her: "Do you want clothes? If not, I won't walk you downstairs." She laughed when she heard that, and hooked her arms around my neck: "It's already past five o'clock, I'll be late if I go home now. Give me the money, I'll buy clothes and top up my phone credit." In that instant, I felt she was so despicable!

I won't boast about my own quality or class, but I'm a manager, after all! How could I have been so blind as to choose such a scumbag! I felt utterly disgusted. Without a word, I stubbed out my cigarette, got dressed, and told her, "Come on, I'll take you to get your clothes back." She kept pestering me: "Next time you come, I'll treat you like your girlfriend, okay?" I was already thoroughly fed up, so I just pulled her away. When we got to the door, she stopped, crying, "You say you love me, but you never do what I want. If we go downstairs together, my husband and his colleagues will be leaving get off work. How am I supposed to explain this to you? Just give me the money, I can buy it myself!" I chuckled, thinking, "Damn, doesn't she know what I do? I'm a salesman, I make money off other people. And you think you can steal my money from me?" I told her, "If I buy you clothes, I need to make sure I'm happy to see you wearing them next time. I might not like what you buy yourself. Let's go shopping together. We'll take a taxi as soon as we leave, and no one will see us!" She didn't seem to have much to say and reluctantly followed me downstairs… When we got to the mall, she wandered around the women's clothing section, and I followed behind. Since she had my phone (which I had snatched earlier), I was afraid she'd run away. My phone wasn't expensive, but the SIM card was a company plan. Even if she took it, I'd have to get a replacement, and it would be difficult to handle any customer who needed to call me if she answered. Luckily, my phone suddenly rang while we were shopping, and she had no reason not to give it back. I answered, and it was a colleague from work asking about earthquake donations; they had all donated. I was happy then; the call came just in time. I donated!!… After walking around the mall, she saw a cream-colored business suit. While they were discussing the size and sheerness, I glanced at the price tag: 398. Okay! That's about my budget. She asked for my opinion, and I said if she thought it looked good, we'd take it. She hesitated for a moment and said she'd look around some more. I didn't care; from the moment I disliked her, I knew she was only worth this much, and she could pay for anything more herself! We went to another store, and she saw a dress she liked. When she tried it on, the shopkeeper praised how beautiful it was and how flattering it was. When she asked the price, the shopkeeper said 798 yuan, no discounts. She turned to ask for my opinion, and I said sarcastically, "You look too old-fashioned in this. Do you want people to call you old-fashioned on the street?" She thought for a moment and didn't buy it. Later, we went to several stores, but none of them had anything she liked. She said she'd just take the dress from before, but I ignored her. Luckily, she didn't wear down my patience and asked if I wanted the business suit. I said, "Let's go then!"... On the way back, she wanted shoes and phone credit. I didn't even turn around... I no longer had any expectations or longing for her. I felt so dirty! I actually went to all that trouble to seduce her into bed?

As we approached the hotel entrance, I didn't want her to go up anymore. I asked her if she wanted to go home now or have dinner before leaving. Although I disliked her, I couldn't let her have anything to say. "

If you wrinkled your clothes, I'll pay for them!

If you're hungry, I'll feed

you! If I called you out

, I'll take you home!" She didn't ask for food and asked if I'd see her again. I casually said I'd call her when I came to Beijing. I hailed a taxi, shoved her in, gave the driver twenty yuan, and left… I hadn't eaten dinner. As soon as I entered the room, I felt like slapping myself! I left my young, beautiful, and gentle girlfriend to do this stupid thing! Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a chill. Her pettiness, her shamelessness, made me doubt the truth of what she had said before… Was she really a bank employee?

Was her husband really a PhD from a normal university?

Did her family really own a car?

Was she really a respectable woman?

The questions were making me sweat a little, so I immediately called a friend who works in Beijing and told him about it. He laughed, "I was wondering why you said you were coming the day before yesterday, but you haven't come to my restaurant yet! Looks like you've been surrounded by that bitch and her gang!" I said, "That would be great. It's not scary to encounter thugs, it's scary to encounter thugs in PC uniforms! I'm afraid she might impulsively report me for rape!" My friend immediately asked if I ejaculated inside her. I said I used a condom, and I flushed it down the drain. He said, "Then it should be fine. Don't worry, I'll come pick you up later. Come to my place tonight to calm your nerves." I said, "No need. I'm going to take the bus directly from here tomorrow morning. It's inconvenient to come to your place. Every time I go to your place, you don't get up in the morning to take me to the station." He said, "Your sister-in-law won't let me get up..." I didn't listen to him and hung up!

After the call, I turned off the room lights, then called the front desk and told anyone who called me to say I had checked out, and unplugged the phone line as well. I was smoking in the light of the computer screen… Maybe, the next minute, Uncle Pole's handcuffs would be on my wrists… Maybe, the next minute, a bunch of thugs would be yelling through the door, threatening to kill me… While my mind was a jumbled mess, her phone rang again. I thought for a moment, then answered. Her voice came through: “I had another fight with my husband at home. I’m coming out now. Will you come with me?”

I wasn’t that stupid. Maybe before I even left the hotel, a policeman would shove me into a police car, or three or five blond-haired thugs would drag me into a minivan… I told her, “I’m leaving early tomorrow morning. I checked out of the room. I’m at a friend’s house now. Are you coming? If you are, we’ll go get a room.” My intention was to see if she was trying to trick me into going out. But her answer puzzled me: “Never mind then, I’ll go home. Have a safe trip.”

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[The End]

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