[Love and Desire Across Ages] (Part 7)

(VII)
A sharp dagger pierced straight into her chest.
Blood began to flow uncontrollably, staining the woman's full breasts and her orange trench coat crimson
. She gripped the dagger tightly, the blood dripping from her hands onto the ground, blooming into delicate flower
patterns.
She had exhausted all her strength in the struggle, her hands trembling more and more, her knees collapsing heavily
to the ground. She still couldn't understand why the blade, originally meant for her opponent, had now pierced her own
chest.
The blood flowed more and more, and her tall body suddenly crashed to the ground. When she opened her eyes, everything was
blurry; she couldn't make out the faces of any of the passersby surrounding her.
Were they laughing?
Or were they accusing her?
She thought she was going to die.
Until she opened her eyes again.
It was a dream. A nightmare.
Cold sweat beaded on Jia Li's smooth forehead, and she breathed heavily in a soft voice, not loud enough to wake Old Zhou beside her
.
With her husband almost completely gone from home, the father-in-law and daughter-in-law shared a bed even without sex, day after day
.
The father-in-law usually went to bed early, while Jia Li, being young, used to go to bed after 11 pm. However, now
that Old Zhou would coax Jia Li to sleep before he went to bed, Jia Li started going to bed earlier and earlier.
Their sex life also gradually incorporated sex toys like vibrators and fox tails, and their rhythms became increasingly synchronized.
Jia Li glanced at the peacefully sleeping Old Zhou, then hugged him tightly, her soft breasts pressing against
his body. Old Zhou reflexively reached out and embraced his daughter-in-law's warm body until they both
fell asleep peacefully. As
the weather warmed, despite her recent worries, Jia Li still carefully dressed before going to work, a testament to
the professional ethics of a white-collar woman.
Thinking of her father-in-law, who cared for her like a daughter, and the different
breakfasts he prepared for her every day before work, and of her decent but not strenuous job, Jia Li still had many expectations for her future
. This made her intense desire for revenge and hatred less intense, especially towards the still-unknown third party.
But precisely at this critical juncture, Jia Li received a text message from her husband at work. The message was concise
, but each word was like a knife: "I'm coming home tonight to discuss divorce."
Jia Li didn't cry anymore; she silently continued working. For a woman to learn to be strong, to learn to be herself
, the first thing is to learn not to cry, and then various actions follow. For Jia Li, these actions
had their own definition—revenge.
So, everyone she had ever had a disagreement with that day was deeply resented by her. Whether it was
the manager who criticized her absent-minded behavior, the restaurant owner who shortchanged her at lunch, or
the middle school student she bumped into on her way home from work, they were all, to some extent,
victims of this woman's vicious mindset.
A woman consumed by resentment is unreasonable and terrifying, and the beautiful Jia Li was just such an ordinary
woman.
After returning home, she predictably had a huge argument with her husband, Zhou Jianpeng, and they parted on bad terms. No divorce
agreement was reached. The intricate details of their marriage hadn't been resolved; how could she simply divorce and walk away
?
Jia Li, who wasn't usually decisive, was truly pushed to the limit this time. She decided that
she had to talk to Yang Mengjue this weekend, no matter what, even if Yang Mengjue wasn't the third party in her and Zhou Jianpeng's relationship again
.
Jia Li desperately wanted to know who the third party was who had destroyed her marriage. She was now completely immersed
in the incestuous relationship with her father-in-law, unable to extricate herself. It was this
third party, who had been lurking for at least three years, who had caused all of this, and there was no turning back for either of them.
Meanwhile, Yang Mengjue, a tall, beautiful model standing at 1.77 meters,
a stunning beauty admired by countless men on the street, was once again on a soft
bed in an unknown chain hotel, beneath a balding, overweight middle-aged man, wantonly and subtly submitting to his advances.
The balding man was none other than "Teacher Ma," who had visited her body just last week. He
spread Yang Mengjue's incredibly long, beautiful legs and placed them on his muscular shoulders, his bulging beer belly repeatedly
slamming against her flat stomach, each impact deeply merging him and the young beauty beneath him
.
Unlike last time, Teacher Ma seemed hesitant. After about twenty deep thrusts, he would
laboriously twist his thick neck to the other side, revealing his ugly face.
"Old Zhao, want to try a different position?" The bald Teacher Ma forced a fawning, lewd smile, asking the
renowned photography master, Professor Zhao, the university professor Xiao Song and Teacher Ma had mentioned.
This Professor Zhao was already a full head of white hair, a time when he should be enjoying the happiness of three generations under one roof, yet he willingly risked
his reputation to come here and photograph lewd scenes.
His wrinkled face was expressionless; he simply nodded slightly, seemingly very seriously
engaged in his photographic work.
With Teacher Zhao's approval, the bald Mr. Ma lifted Yang Mengjue's slender upper body, then flipped her over.
The tall woman knelt on the bed like a female dog, her long arms pulled back by the bald man. His
recently withdrawn penis filled her tight passage again, thrusting smoothly.
Her body responded to the ugly man ravaging her. Suddenly, the man stopped his aggressive thrusting
.
Yang Mengjue turned her delicate neck in anguish, seeing the bald man leering at her—a truly
nauseating smile.
Mr. Ma's plump hand slapped Yang Mengjue's buttocks.
"Ugh...ah!" The young beauty screamed, her exquisite body beginning to shamelessly
thrust backward.
"Yes, move yourself...so good! This little slut is really good at it!" The bald man began to squint and praise
, enjoying all the pleasure.
Another burst of flashing lights illuminated the room.
Yang Mengjue felt dizzy; the dazzling lights of the city had always made her feel lost. So she simply
closed her beautiful eyes and began to enjoy it all.
Deeply buried, unfinished love remains
, as if nothing has changed.
Though the world changes,
my love for you remains the same.
Your vows still echo in my ears,
your figure recedes into the distance,
yet I constantly recall your tearful eyes,
as if the past were only yesterday.
Each love brings pain, and dreams remain unfulfilled .
Your smile flickers in the wind,
how many years will it take to forget you?
Love has cooled, my heart is weary, yet the passion is hard to extinguish.
Each love brings pain, and dreams are too sweet,
which is why you occupy my heart every night.
In this deep night, half-dreaming, half-awake ,
memories gradually spread .
Yang Mengjue indulged the obese, bald Teacher Ma, allowing him to experience various mating
positions on her graceful, tall body. Teacher Zhao and a group of "photography enthusiasts" also feasted their eyes, pressing the shutter with abandon.
Finally, after tireless efforts, he ejaculated inside this tall, beautiful body. Teacher Ma couldn't help but
shout in his heart, "It was worth it!" Then he took off his raincoat, breathing heavily.
"That woman's really hot!" Hanging on the DSLR camera he'd bought with money he'd asked his mother for last year, Xiao Li whispered to
Xiao Wang beside him.
"This is your first time here, right?" Xiao Wang looked at the photos he'd taken on the camera, then quickly deleted
a few he wasn't satisfied with. "You didn't see that woman from last week, that's what you call hot! Deep throat, 3P, 4P,
she'd do it all! She even helped two of my buddies lose their virginity last time!"
"Really? That
kind of woman must be really ugly." "Bullshit, her looks and figure are no worse than this one!" Xiao Wang's expression was as if everything was
still vivid in his mind.
"Sigh!" Xiao Li, still a college student, had indeed never been with a real woman before, and couldn't help but sigh regretfully
.
After the shoot, everyone hurriedly left the room.
"Teacher Zhao, are you satisfied with the photos today?" Xiao Song, who hadn't said much today and had only been taking pictures,
spoke up.
"The model is good!" A hint of satisfaction finally appeared on Teacher Zhao's wrinkled old face
.
"Teacher Zhao, how about after Teacher Ma and I leave, I'll have model Yang keep you company tonight?"
"Don't worry, I've already called your wife and said I'm insisting you stay at my house tonight."
Seeing the old man hesitate, Xiao Song quickly added.
Xiao Song had always had complicated feelings for this woman he couldn't win her heart; he loved her, yet he
had repeatedly acted as a pimp, arranging prostitution for her.
"Yes, Old Zhao, such a good girl, a rare opportunity!" Teacher Ma, who was getting dressed, chimed in
, completely unaware of the disgusted look Yang Mengjue was giving him from the bed.
The quick-witted Xiao Song, seeing that Old Zhao had tacitly agreed, quickly pulled the still-dressed bald
Teacher Ma away, "Teacher Ma, I'll treat you to drinks!"
The bald man, having been around for years, wasn't unreasonable and quickly chimed in, "Sure,
Brother Song, but it's my turn to treat you! Let's go!"
The night was long and dark, and the beauty often uttered mournful cries. "I am at your mercy, old man with white hair tonight. My slender
waist is delicate and graceful, for whom do you look? Lian Po, at seventy, could outrun Zhao She on horseback.
An old general seduces a young girl, a withered tree blossoms again. A secluded path leads through flowers, every glance is enchanting .
A beauty of unparalleled grace, yet she becomes a slave beneath my crotch. When pressed for a reason, she reveals no shame."
Jia Li sat alone by the window in the elegant pavilion, having just politely declined the advances of a young man who appeared to be a wealthy young master.
That day, Jia Li was exceptionally charming, her hair newly dyed chestnut brown, her makeup exquisite, wearing large-framed
glasses, a simple knit sweater and light blue denim trousers, a white wool coat with leather trim cleverly
matching her mid-calf boots—her unpretentious attire exuded style, highlighting her exceptional
beauty.
She was waiting for Yang Mengjue. To project an aura of power, her attire was impeccable: Tiffany
rhinestone earrings, a Swarovski diamond necklace and bracelet, and, most importantly, the
Cartier British wedding ring her husband had bought her for their marriage—a symbol of her status as his legal wife. Now, seeing Zhou Jianpeng
buying a ring at China Gold with that woman, a sense of superiority welled up within her.
Women, after all, are prone to vanity, especially a beauty like Jia Li.
Seeing the simply dressed Yang Mengjue, Jia Li was slightly surprised. She naturally had no idea that the night before,
when Yang Mengjue answered her call, she was having sex with an old man more than ten years older than her father.
After a few casual words, to test her, Jia Li finally spoke.
"You're hiding something from me. I know everything about you." Her face was icy, her words carrying a hidden murderous
intent.
Seeing Yang Mengjue's surprised look, Jia Li felt an uncontrollable surge of anger. It really was her again?
The third party she'd been plotting to expose day and night?
"You...you knew?" Yang Mengjue paused, "I'm sorry..."
Jia Li's mind went blank
.

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