The thrill of revenge

I only came to my senses after she left. I thought and thought, and I knew she would definitely come back. It's math. When she was with me, it was mainly for money. Of course, a small part was for feelings—for my kindness to her. With her gone, my financial lifeline was cut off, and I believed she would return in ten months. Because she took a million yuan from me and left, thinking she was rich and could spend it all in her lifetime. She once told me she dreamed of having a million yuan, so I gave it to her, fulfilling her dream. She got it and left. But she wasn't rich. When she was with me, she spent over 100,000 yuan a month. It's hard to cut back once you're used to spending, especially when money comes easily. With a million yuan, it was easy to calculate that it would only last her for ten months at most. But she came back to me after eight months. She called and asked me out for coffee, saying she wanted to ask me some tax questions. She said I was still her best friend and I could definitely help her. What a best friend! Disappeared for eight months, then appeared when needed. But since I had already calculated her return, I had naturally prepared a plan to deal with her. We met and chatted for a bit, then she suggested we rent a karaoke room to sing, saying it would be a good place to talk. In the room, she said that the tax bureau had discovered a million dollars of dubious origin in her bank account and wanted an explanation. She said it was a gift from her boyfriend, but the tax officer said such a large gift was considered income and subject to taxation. She received a tax bill for a considerable sum. She was indignant and asked if she could avoid paying. I told her no, because it was the law. She got angry, saying she thought I was a good friend, but it turned out I couldn't help her. I remained silent. She sang, drank, and occasionally talked about things that had happened to her since we last met. She said she had taken the money to start a business, but had bad luck and lost it all. She said she didn't have a man. No man? How could that be? Her real purpose was to get me to give her money to pay the taxes. I used to bring it up automatically, but now I've learned my lesson; I don't bring it up unless she brings it up herself. Later, quite intoxicated, she gradually moved closer to me. She leaned against me, saying she missed the old days when she had everything she wanted, and that suddenly losing it was a huge blow to her, causing her great pain. She even made it sound like I had abandoned her. Then she pulled my hand to her neck, making me press my hand against one of her breasts. It was truly tempting, but I could resist her temptation because I had already disrespected her. She let my hand stay there, something I wasn't allowed to do before, unless we were in bed together, but this time it was okay, because she had drunk a lot and because she had made a request. My hand remained still; I was playing hard to get. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer. She pressed my hand down, rested her head on my shoulder, and whispered, "You still haven't told me what kind of romantic encounter you've had." I said, "I've been waiting for you!" She said, "You're lying! You're deceiving me!" She drew a line across my face with her finger. I said, "Fine, you lie! It's hard to prove anyway!" She said, "You haven't even called me in so long!" I had called. The days of our supposed rendezvous had passed, and she hadn't contacted me. I called her, only to find her number was no longer in service, and I heard nothing more from her. She had deceived my feelings and money before running away. She knew it herself, yet now she was trying to justify herself. Fortunately, I hadn't lost everything. I said, "Fate brings us together again, even from a thousand miles away." She said, "Let's go!" I paid the bill and we left. She had her own habits; as soon as she said "let's go," I knew she wasn't going home. Sure enough, she didn't take a car, but walked, and I followed her. She headed towards our usual hotel room rendezvous spot. We went up, and she seemed a little resentful because I hadn't asked her; before, I had to make the request. Every time, I would ask her during meals or movies, and sometimes she would coldly say "no," and then she wouldn't do it. But most of the time, she said she didn't have enough money, or she needed to buy something expensive. I agreed, wrote her a check, and only then did she smile, but still didn't say yes or no, just "Let's go!" and led me to a hotel room. A couple of times, she'd only say she was inconvenient and needed to go home once we were on the street. Actually, I should have realized sooner that she was only after my money, and that if I wanted to sleep with her, I'd have to pay a price. I didn't mind paying, but she treated me too subserviently, expecting me to be completely obedient, which I resented, especially after she left. This time, I used a different strategy. Since she was the one asking for my help, I didn't have to be so humble. Of course, it might be wrong to be so respectful and unwilling to let her be subservient. The first step was successful. We went into the room, and she sat coldly on the sofa. I went to hug her, but she pushed me away. I said, "Then take a shower!" She said, "I won't!" because I hadn't asked her yet. I said, "Since you don't want to do it, let's leave!" She was taken aback; this was an attitude I hadn't shown before. Before, when she was this cold, I was always the one begging her, and she would reciprocate with her obliging requests. This time, I adopted a non-cooperative attitude, and she didn't know what to do. I sat on the bed and said, "Sit for half an hour before you leave. It'll be too embarrassing to leave too soon." She needed my help after all, and I had to push her until she had no other choice. After sitting for a while, she finally said, "I'm going to take a shower!" She went into the bathroom and soon came out wrapped in a large towel, leaving all her clothes inside. I remained sitting on the bed, unhurried. She waved her hand and said, "You should go shower too!" I went to shower as well, and came out naked. She had already turned off all the lights. I sat down beside her, and she said, "Turn off the bathroom light too!" Because the bathroom light wasn't dark enough for her. I said, "I don't like the lights off!" Actually, I really don't like it being pitch black, but I can never win against her. If I ask for some light, she gets angry. This was her strategy to bully me. The more I wanted to see her, the less she would let me, creating a situation where I was always dependent on her, like a mule with a stick tied around its neck and a carrot hanging in front of it. The mule would walk forward to eat, but this also moved the stick forward, so it could only walk and never eat. But this time, I wasn't asking; I was telling her my decision. Her face darkened noticeably in the dim light, and she said, "Don't do this!" Her tone softened slightly. That's how you deal with this kind of woman: she needs something from me, and if I'm firm, she'll soften. I said, "Don't be such a spoilsport, okay? If you insist, why don't you just do it yourself?" I just leaned against the pillow, cold and unyielding, and she was helpless. In the past, I respected her and didn't want to push her to the point of confrontation, but this time I wasn't afraid. After a while, she finally said, "Okay, come on, do it!" As soon as she lay down, she simply pushed off the sheet covering her, closed her eyes, and looked very cold. She'd always been cold before, but never this cold. She was always somewhat cooperative, like touching my nipples or stroking my penis. This time, however, she was uncooperative. She still wanted to use the same methods, to make me lose interest, so I had to coax her, to make her go from angry to happy. If I coaxed her, she could make demands. But I refused to coax her anymore; I turned the lights off. She whimpered, "Don't make it so bright!" But I didn't care. Now I could feast my eyes. She was truly naturally beautiful, her skin so white it made her look like a fluorescent tube, or a sculpture carved from white jade. I'd only seen her the first two times we had sex, not really looking closely, thinking there would be plenty of time. But after I developed feelings for her, she turned off the lights and wouldn't let me see. Now the lights were brighter than the first two times, so I could see clearly. She was voluptuous, with full breasts and buttocks, wide pelvis, and a vulva that bulged like a steamed bun, topped with a large patch of thick, dark, glossy, and soft pubic hair. I could see that her labia minora were pink, complementing her fair skin, and neatly arranged, not like a mass of animal entrails. Her nipples were small and pink as well. Her armpits were hairless. She had once told me that she was born without armpit hair, although she had a lot of pubic hair, but she was only allowed to touch it, not look at it with the light on. I knelt between her legs, looking closely. What a beautiful woman, but unfortunately, her heart wasn't so beautiful. I was highly stimulated visually, my penis was hard, and the angle was just right, so I thrust forward, the head of my penis pressing against her vaginal opening. She was greatly surprised, immediately opening her eyes and closing her legs. She pushed me away, saying, "Wear a condom!" She thought I would, like before, touch and kiss her for a long time, and then ask her permission before penetrating. Except for the first two times, she insisted that I wear a condom. I said, "Don't wear one, it's too boring!" "No—you can't!" she pushed me away forcefully. I used to be okay with it, although I really didn't want to wear one, but because I respected her, loved her, and thought she didn't have other men. But now my thinking is different. I don't want to wear a condom because I want to revolutionize her mind. She said she considers me a good friend, yet she insists I wear one. Wouldn't it be better to not wear one with others? I pushed her hand away and began my forceful assault. My glans rubbed against her clitoris and vaginal opening. She felt it, and her resistance weakened, but she was still pushing me away. Then she couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Outside... for a while!" Before, I had worked so hard to get her permission for this kind of contact outside, and that time I kept my promise, enjoying myself for a while before putting on a condom and penetrating her."I'm ejaculating," she said. She always trusted me, knowing I kept my promises; I always did what I promised, so she asked me to verbally agree. I made "mmm" sounds, muffled as if agreeing, but it was really just sounds of enjoyment. She thought I agreed and let me continue. But I had no intention of agreeing. Suddenly, I thrust, and she cried out, startled. It was too late to push me away; I was already fully inside. Her feelings made it impossible for her to hold on, so she steeled herself and cooperated. When she cooperated, it was truly wonderful. Her vulva was plump, tightly enveloping my penis. Without the barrier of a condom, the flesh-to-flesh thrusting was exquisite. Her technique was also top-notch; she moaned, arching her pelvis to meet me, her hands roaming over my body, reaching every sensitive spot she could reach, finally focusing on playing with my nipples, pushing my sensations to even higher levels. Until I couldn't hold back any longer, my penis throbbed and swelled, and I ejaculated inside her vagina. This triggered her climax; her vagina sucked at me, and she made kitten-like sounds in her throat. This was another endearing characteristic of hers—she climaxed as soon as I ejaculated. Few women are like this; she never said she wasn't full, nor did she make me doubt her stamina. This gave me a great sense of accomplishment. Otherwise, she couldn't have fooled me so successfully. I withdrew, entering a state of limpness. She started her usual routine again, gently pushing my shoulder. I rolled away, and she immediately got up to take a shower. She always did this, rushing to shower as soon as she was done. She said she was a clean freak; I don't know if that's true, but it's the same for someone who has no feelings for a man. She showered for a while before returning, sitting down beside me, and immediately wrapping herself in the sheet. I closed my eyes to rest, but she was impatient. She nudged me and said, "Hey!" I knew what she wanted to say. If she didn't ask for anything, she would already be getting dressed and leaving; if she did, she would stay and "chat" with me. Actually, she wasn't very shrewd. If she were, she would try her best to please me before speaking. Perhaps this is one of the reasons I find her endearing—she's generally straightforward, but sometimes I feel she looks down on me so much that she wouldn't even bother to flatter me. I grunted, "What is it?" She said, "Those taxes, you know I don't have the money to pay them!" I thought she'd protest first that I ejaculated inside her without a condom, but she didn't, clearly indicating it was a common occurrence, something others could do but I couldn't—a mule-and-carrot game. I said, "I know you have no income right now, I'll pay them for you!" She was delighted, patting my shoulder, unaware of my veiled malice. I held out my hand and said, "Give me the tax bill, I'll pay it for you." She said, "No, give it to me, I'll pay it myself!" I said, "That's fine too, go get my checkbook from my pocket, I'll write you a check!" She brought out the checkbook and pen, and she looked quite beautiful walking around naked; usually she would be wrapped in a towel. The mule had finally gotten the carrot. I sat up and said, "Where's the tax bill?" She said, "Didn't you just look at the amount?" I said, "I didn't see the details clearly, it wouldn't be good if it wasn't enough." She said, "Just give me the exact amount, wouldn't that be fine?" This was her usual habit; she never gave me the exact amount when asking for money. If she said four thousand, I would write five thousand; if she said seven or eight thousand, I would write ten thousand. This time, however, it wasn't so easy. I said, "Give it to me, I need the detailed amount." She had no choice but to take out the tax bill from her handbag, forgetting to hide it this time as she walked around. I used a pillow to hold it down and wrote it for her. When she saw it, her face darkened, and she said, "What... what is this?" "A promissory note!" I said, "It's due in three weeks, you can pay it in the last two days, no rush." "But... but... this isn't for me!" she said. I said, "This isn't for you, it's for the government. You take the check and pay it, and that'll solve the problem." She got angry and said, "That's not good! I want you to write it to me, and I'll deposit it into my account!" "No!" I said, "That's inconvenient. You don't even need to pay it in person; you can just post it in the mail." Her face darkened further; I knew she was angry that her scheme had failed. If I had just given her a cash check, she could have used it and then asked me for it again with the tax bill. Now, she couldn't do what she wanted; she couldn't misappropriate it. She threw the check back at me, saying, "I don't want it!" But now her temper was useless, so I said, "Fine, then. I'm leaving too; I'm going to take a shower." I got up to shower, and when I came back, she was still sitting on the bed. Before, she would have already dressed and was about to leave. I started getting dressed, and she patted the edge of the bed, saying, "Sit down, let's talk!" I sat down and asked, "What should we talk about?" She said sadly, "Don't you love me anymore?" I said coldly, "Go away. If you want me to love you, you'll have to prove you're worthy of love!" She burst into tears, "I can use this check to pay taxes, but I have no money left. I only have a few dozen dollars left!" "Oh!" I said, "Then I'll give you some!" I took out my wallet from my clothes and gave her two thousand dollars. She said, "This... what is this?" I said, "This is the current rate. Some people don't even get this much!" Tears welled up in her eyes, and she said, "You... you... what do you take me for?" I said, "Have you forgotten where I met you?" I met her at a nightclub. Back then, the price was fifteen hundred dollars per session. A few weeks later, she stopped working, and I supported her. All along, I'd been paying her more than ten times that. This was just the basics. She jumped up to get dressed, and I got dressed too. It was like we were having a race to see who could get dressed faster. Everyone's pretty much the same, except women take time to touch up their makeup after getting dressed. I said, "I'm leaving now!" and went to open the door. She cried again, saying, "Don't go, wait for me." I said, "Wait for what?" She said, "I want you to come back, I want things to be like before." She hugged me, rested her face on my chest, and burst into tears. I said, "Can things still be like before?" She sobbed, "I made a mistake. I wanted to succeed, I went out on my own, started a business, but I had bad luck. Can you forgive me for that?" Normally, this tactic would soften my heart, but not this time, because I knew the truth. She was still lying to me. If she told the truth and was truly sincere, I might consider it, but she was still deceiving me. I said, "What kind of business do you actually run?" She said, "I... run a bookstore." I said, "Is it a [company name] or an unlimited company?" “This…of course it’s a limited liability company,” she said. “My capital is limited!” I almost laughed. I said, “How many shareholders?” She said, “I…I’m a sole proprietor.” I said, “I’m in business. I know a limited liability company can’t be solely owned; there must be shareholders.” “But…” she said, “I don’t have any.” I said, “Maybe your company is called ‘European March Trip’? Is Europe fun?” She stared at me blankly. I sneered again, “Did Daqiang make you happy?” Her face turned ashen. “You investigated me?” I said, “Some things don’t need to be investigated to know.” “I…my affairs are none of your business!” she said, becoming unreasonable again. “None of my business, fine, you said it!” I said, “I won’t interfere now!” I pushed her away and turned to leave. She grabbed me again, bursting into tears, “Don’t go! I…I’m poor. I can’t live without money. I’ll die without money!” Her arrogance and stubbornness were gone, her feigned pride was gone. She needed me. I felt a surge of pleasure. Her behavior had caused me a lot of torment. I said, "You have a husband! What about Daqiang? Doesn't he know how to make money? He only knows how to spend it." "I...I'm leaving him," she sobbed. "I want to come back to you!" I said, "You lied to me again, got what you wanted, and then left to go on a trip with your husband? You're so smug when you have money! Now that you've spent it all, you say you're coming back, just to lie to me again?" "I...I won't!" she said. "I can prove it!" "No need for proof," I said. "I'll give you the money you want, but this is a transaction, a clear price. I'll give you a higher price. This time I'll give you five thousand, enough for you to live on. If you want more, I'll give you five thousand each time, but it has to be the full amount. You know what 'full amount' means, right? It means no lights out, no condoms, all over, front and back. If you want fifty thousand, you have to do it ten times! Don't worry about whether I can do it or not, you just have to do it!" Actually, I wasn't interested in the latter, but I was interested in the former, but since it was a transaction, the conditions had to be met. I threw down five thousand yuan and left. This time she didn't pester me. I had seven thousand yuan, enough to live on for a few days, and I also had a check to pay taxes. The next night, I was with Ais. All my information came from Ais. After Felicity left, in my depression, I went back to the nightclub where I had met Felicity, and met Ais there.Silk. We got along very well. Silk was considerate, docile, gentle, and honest, and she made me very happy. She had only worked as a prostitute for a few days. I advised her to quit and offered her a fee to keep her as a mistress, which she agreed to and welcomed. She said she became a prostitute because of her father's illness, and her boyfriend left her because he was afraid of being burdened by her father. She was disillusioned with men, and she felt happy with my pampering. She knew I wouldn't marry her, but she hoped this happy period would last. She didn't make any extra demands regarding money, nor did she get angry with me, so I felt calm and at ease. I used her to replace Felicity. She couldn't arouse me, but she had her own methods. She could lick my entire body and suck my penis. Sometimes I couldn't help but ejaculate in her mouth, and she would hurriedly go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, saying she couldn't swallow the semen. She also frankly admitted that she had never provided such services to her boyfriend before; she was taught by her mother to serve particularly good clients after becoming a prostitute, and I was the first. She also got a contraceptive injection for me so I didn't have to wear a condom. I dated her for two months before she revealed that she actually knew Felicity. Once, I went out to dinner with Felicity and ran into her with some girls. Felicity went over to greet her. I didn't recognize her, but she recognized me. She told me these inside stories about Felicity. It turned out that Felicity had been supporting a good-for-nothing husband. From Ais's perspective, she couldn't understand why Felicity would stay with this husband, even taking him on trips to Europe despite having money. I didn't understand either; many women are like that, inexplicably confused. I didn't tell Ais about my feud with Felicity or about seeing her again. I rented a small apartment with Ais, but she didn't live there. She usually stayed home to take care of her father and only came to sleep there for one night when she met me. Ais was very good to me, considerate and attentive, and the apartment was always kept very tidy. She often told me she was grateful to me because I was the reason she had money to live on and time to take care of her father. A kind and easily satisfied woman. That night, after my intimacy with Ais, she leaned against my chest watching TV. I was thinking that she and Felicity were completely opposite people. This time, after I messed with Felicity, she might have no choice but to do what I asked for, she had to "perform" fully, and I would still give her business. Of course, she could go back to being a prostitute, but the money wouldn't be so easy to earn. I don't know if Felicity was motivated by this experience to take better control of her life, because she didn't go back to earn that five thousand yuan a time. That's good, unless something unexpected happens to her. I didn't inquire, because Ais no longer associates with people in nightclubs, and I'm already very content with Ais.

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