[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 34-36

Chapter 76: No Threesome, No Better... The bet that the cook

tricked the bearded comrade into betting a thousand dollars on a night of lovemaking was actually this: the bet was made, but the scheme was designed so that the other party would lose before even betting. This time, however, the other guy was really serious. I never expected this guy to be so crazy, showing off a hand worth two hundred thousand dollars for this obviously hopeless bet.

But this also reflects how much my wife drives men crazy, so being a cuckold isn't always frustrating, right? For example, when you see so many men eagerly eyeing your wife's beauty, drooling with desire, how would you know how satisfying it is if you didn't cuckold her yourself?

I really can't imagine what tricks this guy had to make Ning Hui willingly offer him a kiss, especially in front of me! Although my wife was indeed groped by the bearded guy that night, that was in a specific situation. Now, with things so far off and nothing even remotely happening, is he going to put on a Tom Cruise-style Mission Impossible act for me?

To accept or not to accept? That is the question.

Comrade Ning, the cook, was engaged in a fierce internal struggle. Of course, the bearded guy's courage and spirit in treating picking up girls like a high-difficulty extreme sport was still quite admirable. More importantly, the answer to this bet was just too tempting; the bearded guy was keeping it a huge secret, to the point that Comrade Ning couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Moreover, and most importantly, for my wife, this bet didn't seem to have any negative impact. Think about it, the bearded guy's condition was that Ning Hui's kiss with him had to be voluntary. What does voluntary mean? I voluntarily explained that my wife's affectionate behavior towards him only occurred to someone of a certain level. Since things had progressed to that point, well, you know, I was bound to win the bet anyway, right?

I basically decided to take the bait, but before agreeing, I wanted to find out who this bearded guy really was, what his background was, and so on. Sure enough, just after noon the next day, when the bearded guy called to ask about the situation, I agreed to go out for tea and chat with him first.

Speaking of which, the bearded guy I'd met the last few times had been pretty arrogant. The few times I'd had a minor collision with his car on the street, the people with him all seemed like his henchmen. I thought to myself, if this guy showed up at the teahouse with a bunch of thugs, I'd call off the bet.

Thankfully, the bearded guy was at least somewhat sensible; he came alone today.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, I steered the conversation towards finding out about this guy's background. The bearded man tacitly understood that undergoing the Green Gang's political vetting was the first step on the long march to becoming a lover.

See? Being a Green Gang member can even give you the feeling of cosplaying as an FBI agent!

Speaking of which, the bearded man's resume goes like this: This guy is a local, a few years older than me, and belongs to the kind of eccentric youth who was poisoned by artistic genes from a young age. In that era, anyone with a bit of artistic flair more or less considered movies their dream lover. Later, this guy actually made that dream more or less a reality, getting into the film and television directing department of a second-rate university—not the Beijing Film Academy, but the Central Academy of Drama or the Shanghai Theatre Academy—at the advanced age of just one year under the legal age. So, he was still considered a professionally trained graduate. Later, Brother Niu went to Beijing and became a "Beijing drifter," working in various amateur productions. Although he didn't get any official directing jobs, his script was picked up by investors and made into a TV series, thus earning his first pot of gold. This guy was very tight-lipped about why he eventually gave up his life in Beijing and returned to his hometown, only telling me that he had no criminal record and was a law-abiding citizen. Now, Brother Niu runs a cultural communication company, and he says he also has a creative studio where he does experimental theater and other similar things, and he's quite well-known in the industry. "Doing these experimental theaters is the last straw I'm clinging to in my dream of becoming a director,"

Brother Niu told me solemnly.

Brother Niu is also married; his wife lives abroad, and although they're not divorced, they've been separated for many years. They have a daughter who lives with her grandparents. He said he and his wife were childhood sweethearts and had a very good relationship, but his wife went abroad to study a few years ago, found a job there, and didn't want to come back, even trying to get a green card, which caused him a lot of pain. However, for the sake of their child, they've both stayed together. To convince me, Brother Niu showed me a family photo he always carried with him. The photo showed his daughter, about three or four years old, with a lovely face and clearly a future beauty. Like mother, like daughter; Mrs. Niu looked delicate and charming, her glasses adding to her unique and extraordinary air.

Since we were both supposedly like-minded artsy young men, the bearded man had an unwitting advantage in gaining my trust. Plus, this guy repeatedly and sincerely assured me he wouldn't do anything reckless, and even added a clause that I had the right to terminate the bet at any time. Such generous terms finally made it impossible for me to refuse this peculiar bet, one I had no idea how it would end.

After I agreed, this guy suddenly asked me for Zeng Daxia's phone number. I asked him why he wanted her number, and Brother Niu, seemingly out of nowhere, quoted a line from Shajiabang, "This woman is not simple,"

then gave me a mysterious smile.

Finally, Brother Niu insisted on treating me to dinner to celebrate the successful signing of the betting agreement. I couldn't refuse, so I went with him for a couple of drinks. After a few drinks, and with the topic of movies—a topic Ning Zhufu never tires of talking about—Ning Zhufu and Brother Niu actually developed a sense of instant camaraderie, almost like old friends.

Speaking of which, a few days after Ning Hui's birthday, when Zeng Daxia called Ning Hui about the class reunion—which was scheduled for this weekend—he inquired about the birthday night. I gave him a truthful account.

Zeng Daxia expressed his sincere admiration for my noble act of turning my wife's threesome into a private moment for Ning Hui and her lover to express their heartfelt farewells. He said my move was truly brilliant, like something out of a novelty.

But the seed of a threesome had been planted in Ning's heart, like a ghost haunting him. These past few days, Ning felt it constantly lingered in his mind. What was worrying was that Zeng Beifang had completely changed his previous eagerness to ask my wife out every few days. Several days had passed, and he hadn't mentioned dating his Ning sister at all. He only sent her a text message almost every night to say goodnight, always adding a polite "Give my regards to Brother Ning."

My wife hadn't mentioned meeting him either. Was this birthday present just going to end on her birthday? I was getting anxious. If this continued, how would we ever have a threesome?

When a man has a threesome heart, he'd rather die than not have one.

No, I misspoke, I'd rather die than not have one!

That day, Ning Hui said she was going shopping with Zeng after work. When they got home, she placed a large shopping bag full of things on the sofa. The bag wasn't properly placed, and some of the various items that were clearly newly bought spilled out.

Among the everyday objects, a striking pair of black men's socks caught my eye. The socks themselves weren't particularly surprising, but I suddenly remembered that Ning Hui had bought me socks a while ago, so I casually asked, "Honey, didn't you just buy me socks not long ago? I can't even wear them all. You bought so many again, are you going to sell them at a stall?"

"Huh?"

Ning Hui, who was sitting on the sofa taking big gulps of water, stared at me with wide eyes, then gave me a slightly embarrassed smile with a mouthful of water in her mouth. "Hehe, no... I didn't buy them for you."

What's going on? I instantly realized what was happening and became a little excited. "For, for him?"

"Yes."

Ning Hui finally swallowed the saliva she was holding in her mouth, winked at me, and said, "The other day when I saw him, his socks were worn out but he was still wearing them. Sigh, this kid is all alone out there, his parents aren't around. You men are all the same, you don't know how to take care of yourselves. So when he was shopping with Mei Mei just now..."

"Oh, so my wife's maternal instincts are really kicking in."

I was overjoyed. My wife was quite the schemer. "Haha, he gave you the man, and you gave him socks in return, hahaha, wife, you're such a good businesswoman."

"Get lost!"

Ning Hui punched me lightly. "Oh, honey, I bought you a face towel too. Yours used to be the same color as mine, but you always took the wrong one. This time I bought a new one, so don't get the wrong one."

"What color?"

Ning Hui then took a face towel out of her bag to show me, and when I saw the color, I was instantly petrified.

Damn it, my wife chose a green face towel!

I have to say, my wife is so funny! And this husband, Ning, is shameless too. He took the washcloth and grinned, "Hehe, wife, you're really good at picking colors! You're not only giving your husband a green hat, but also buying him a green handkerchief!"

"Huh?"

Ning Hui finally realized what she had done, seemingly feeling that she hadn't done anything quite right. "Honey, I really didn't mean it! I...I...I just grabbed one randomly, and I thought the green was a big difference from the original red one." Good

grief, now even the washcloths are arranged according to the wife's red hat and the husband's green hat. This Ning mansion is truly hilarious.

I originally wanted to lean over and hug Ning Hui, loudly proclaiming, "Mmm, honey, I love this color!" But then a thought suddenly occurred to me, so I deliberately pouted and feigned a wronged expression: "Hmph, that's not all!"

"What's wrong, honey?"

Ning Hui looked a little nervous. "Then... then I'll buy you another one, okay?"

"I didn't mention the color of the handkerchief."

I turned my head away, looking stern.

"Ah, what's wrong, honey? Are you really angry?"

This time, Ning Hui came over and clung to me, biting her lip and shaking my arm.

"Hmph, you buy handkerchiefs for your husband, but socks for your lover, what does that mean? Don't you know that socks are affectionate, but handkerchiefs are heartless?"

I glanced at Ning Hui, secretly amused by her face turning red with embarrassment.

"Huh? Honey... I really didn't mean that, I... I..."

Ning Hui was so anxious that she couldn't even speak properly. "Honey, don't be angry, I really didn't mean it that way."

"Hmph, I'm angry."

I blinked like Ning Hui, then waited a long time before speaking, "There's only one way to make my husband not angry."

"What way? Honey, I'm sorry, anything is fine as long as you're not angry."

Ning Hui quickly leaned over and kissed me sweetly.

"Okay, that's the only way."

Ning the cook straightened his neck, his little eyes darting around, "Go and call Beifang to come and get the socks right away."

"Huh?"

Ning Hui's mouth dropped open, completely unexpected. Looking at Ning the cook's signature mischievous grin, she immediately understood his wicked intentions and quickly punched me again. "So that's what you were thinking, hmph, I won't yell."

"Will you yell or not?"

I pretended to wail and cry.

"Sigh, you..."

Ning Hui said helplessly, completely at a loss with her husband, "I know, you wouldn't survive if you weren't a pervert. Humph, I won't yell, you can yell yourself." Ning Hui

didn't even look at me, but I caught a glimpse of a tender, watery affection suddenly appearing in her eyes—something most people wouldn't notice.

"Hehe,"

that's exactly what I wanted to hear, so I quickly leaned over and hugged my wife, who was sitting on the sofa, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "When he comes, I won't leave."

"Huh?"

Ning Hui suddenly tensed up at my words, clearly flustered and panicked. "Husband, what... what are you doing?"

"You know what I'm going to do, baby. That night, I let you two have your heart-to-heart talk alone. But not tonight. I'm going to join you!"

I said, and kissed Ning Hui on the lips. Actually, Ning Hui's sudden tension earlier had already made her understand what I meant. Now, hearing what I said, her face suddenly turned hot, and she murmured, "Husband... no... um..."

Ning Hui's whimpering sounds were still ringing in my ears, but they couldn't stop Ning, whose heart was already melting with the desire for a threesome, from texting Zeng Beifang on his wife's phone: "Beifang, are you free now? Come to my house. I bought you some things."

Zeng Beifang quickly replied. His sister Ning's summons was something else. Now, even if aliens landed on Earth, probably no bird could stop this kid.

Half an hour later, Zeng Beifang indeed appeared at Ning's mansion, panting.

By then, I had already helped Ning Hui finish washing up and coaxed her into wearing the camisole nightgown that Beifang had given her. She was on the bed reading a book.

I went out to the living room and opened the door for Zeng Beifang. The kid looked at me and paused for a moment. I guessed that the Ning Mansion was now the equivalent of Mecca in Zeng Beifang's mind. He still looked a little uncomfortable and gave me a silly grin. "Brother Ning is home. Sister Ning said... she asked me to come and get something?"

"Oh, it's good that you're here."

I smiled and greeted him as if we were very familiar, trying to reduce the boy's nervousness as much as possible. "Your Sister Ning is in the bedroom. Go see for yourself what she bought for you. Oh, and I'm not leaving tonight."

The last sentence made Zeng Beifang's mouth form an "o". Of course, he knew what that meant. And on Zeng Beifang's feet, since he changed into slippers when he came in, I could see that there was indeed a hole in his sock that looked like it was about to burst, which also looked like an "o".

Zeng Beifang timidly entered the bedroom after I nudged him. The important thing was that Ning Hui, who had been half-lying on the bed reading, was now curled up on the bed with the blanket completely covering her head—hahaha, my wife's embarrassed.

I patted Beifang to get him to speak. Zeng Beifang fidgeted a bit before mumbling in a barely audible voice, "Sister Ning, I, I'm here. The things…where are the things?"

"I didn't call you,"

Ning Hui mumbled from under the covers.

Suddenly being rebuffed by his sister Ning, Zeng Beifang became even more flustered, looking at me helplessly. I still gave him a calm smile. Now I not only had to keep my wife calm, but also her little lover's—anyone who plays mahjong knows the worst situation is three players short of one, and if any one of them had a problem, it would become the most painful situation of a threesome—two players short of one, haha.

If a husband and wife are missing a lover, or a lover and wife are missing a husband, that's fine. But if a husband and a lover are missing a wife, then nothing can happen.

I quickly gestured for Zeng Beifang to sit on the edge of the bed, then climbed onto the bed from the other side myself. Through the blanket covering Ning Hui's face, I leaned close to her ear and said, "Everyone's here. What's the meaning of keeping your head covered? Are you a masked female knight-errant?"

Ning Hui rummaged around under the blanket for a moment, then slowly pulled it up, revealing most of her face. Seeing the two men in the room looking so anxious, she bit her lip and couldn't help but laugh. "It was him..."

Ning Hui pointed hesitantly at me, then looked at Zeng Beifang, "He asked you to come."

Ning Hui's smile instantly dissolved the tense atmosphere in the room, including the nervous look on Zeng Beifang's face. Zeng Beifang grinned, revealing a row of porcelain-white teeth, and I immediately saw that Ning Hui's bright eyes reflected his憨憨 (simple and honest) smile.

"Oh, Beifang, I bought you some socks,"

Ning Hui said softly, glancing at Zeng Beifang's feet.

"Thank you, Sister Ning,"

Zeng Beifang said, looking down shyly at his torn socks, before finally mustering the courage to sit down. She glanced at Ning Hui, then at me, looking like a little kid who'd been given candy by an aunt but wasn't sure if he should immediately peel it open and eat it.

"Just say thank you, okay?"

I said, clearly adding fuel to the fire. As I spoke, I gently pulled Ning Hui up so she could lean against me. At that moment, the blanket covering her completely slipped down her upper body, and the straps of her tank top, which already revealed half of her breasts, now completely exposed her two firm, snow-white breasts. One even had half a delicate nipple peeking out from under the straps.

I don't know if Ning Hui felt a surge of heat at that moment, but I instantly felt the heat from Zeng Beifang's gaze, though still somewhat hesitant, seem to melt the snow on the Himalayas.

Then I reached inside Ning Hui's camisole...

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui immediately felt the movement of my hand and hurriedly reached out to stop me, but it was too late. Her nipples had already felt my fingers teasing them before her hand could even touch them.

"Ugh,"

Ning Hui instinctively let out a soft moan.

Zeng Beifang's eyes were already glazed over. Ning Hui's body was being gently pulled by the sudden pleasure of her nipples being attacked, and she didn't dare look at Beifang. She just kept moaning softly, "No...no...husband."

The arrow was already on the bowstring and couldn't be put down. Besides, the arrow had already been released. I continued to tease Ning Hui's nipples with my fingers, and deliberately pulled her pajamas down halfway so that her nipples, teased by my fingers, were completely exposed to Zeng Beifang's eyes like ripe cherries.

Then, I saw Ning Hui's other hand gesturing in the air, as if trying to grab something, or as if rejecting something.

I quickly and accurately grabbed her hand, feeling fine beads of sweat on Ning Hui's palm. I gestured for Zeng Beifang to extend his hand, and then placed my wife's slender, delicate, cotton-like hand in his.

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui's hand involuntarily recoiled, but I gave Zeng Beifang a resolute look, and he held on tightly to his Ning sister's hand.

Then, I gently lifted Ning Hui's body from behind and pushed her towards Zeng Beifang. Ning Hui's body writhed, making me feel a conflicted heart within her, a desire to stay with me balanced by a yearning to yield—a beautiful woman's coy resistance.

My own body seemed to tremble slightly, because I clearly felt Ning Hui's body being pulled forward by an uncontrollable force. In the brief moment of my shock, Ning Hui's entire body was projected onto Zeng Beifang like a chick. I felt Ning Hui's body, which had been tense with pleasure and tension, instantly slump down like cotton in summer.

Then, I saw Ning Hui tilt her head back, her lips slightly parted. After Zeng Beifang's last glance—a look that was hard to decipher, perhaps gratitude, perhaps fear, or perhaps already ignited by desire—fell on me, Zeng Beifang closed his eyes and, with a completely reckless spirit, opened his lips and tightly covered his Ning sister's fragrant lips.

"Sizzle,"

as their lips met, I clearly heard a sound like water splashing on burning coals.

I only tilted my head slightly, just inches away, and I could see every detail of Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang's lips intertwining and moving before my eyes. Their eyes were closed as they passionately kissed, their tongues locked. When I saw Ning Hui's tongue slip through the tightly intertwined gaps and be frantically sucked in Zeng Beifang's mouth, and my wife's face showed a blissful expression accompanied by soft humming, my first erection of the night was aroused. My penis, hidden in my pocket, bounced uncontrollably and remained erect until the end of the night's entertainment.

Then I felt a jolt run through every nerve in my body. Ning Hui's hand was still in mine, and I could tell she didn't want it to leave my grasp—it was like the symbolism of a kite soaring high in the sky, her hand the string I held forever.

I knew I had to do something. I quickly moved closer and hugged Ning Hui tightly from behind, pressing my face against her neck. My lips touched her already burning earlobe, and I extended my tongue, gently licking her beautiful, crescent-shaped earlobe while she was still passionately biting her lip with her lover.

Ning Hui's body suddenly convulsed, and the breaths and moans emanating from her kissed mouth were like this: "Mmm... oh mmm... mmm..."

Then I felt Ning Hui's hands gripping me even tighter than before, and I didn't know if it was intentional or not, because my sudden increase in pressure from behind Ning Hui pressed her breasts tightly against Zeng Beifang's chest.

Ning Hui's body was already as soft as mud, as light as a feather, and she was murmuring as she was sandwiched between two male bodies, enjoying the most tender yet volcanic tongues of two men.

"Ah—"

Ning Hui suddenly gasped, then tilted her head, her lips slipping from Zeng Beifang's mouth, and leaned slightly towards me, her eyes filled with an irresistible, alluring haze.

I quickly leaned over, gently turning Ning Hui's head back, and opened my mouth to meet my wife's half-open, panting lips. Even though the thought of her mouth being full of her lover's saliva flashed through my mind, I had no strength to stop myself from taking her saliva-covered tongue into my mouth and frantically sucking on it.

"Mmm…"

Ning Hui's moans grew softer and softer.

Then I sensed that Zeng Beifang had developed a cooperative attitude. He pulled open Ning Hui's nightgown, buried his face in her chest, and began to suckle her erect, rosy nipples in turn…

“Ah,”

my wife, already overwhelmed by Zeng Beifang's rapid assault on her breasts, finally let out a heavy sigh. Her tongue was partially exposed as her body went limp, she pulled away from my kiss, and collapsed into Zeng Beifang's arms, her face as soft as water.

Then, Zeng Beifang tenderly cupped Ning Hui's face again, and a torrent of kisses rained down on my wife's mouth once more.

While my wife and her lover continued their passionate kissing and breast-sucking, I took a moment to strip myself naked. Then I gestured to Beifang to lay Ning Hui down on the bed and have him remove my wife's pajamas, along with her black lace panties. During this process, Ning Hui knew what Zeng Beifang was doing; after a hesitant, half-hearted resistance, she was completely stripped naked, her flawless white body revealed except for a patch of black between her legs and the deep red of her nipples.

A moment later, in the bedroom of the Ning mansion, a historic three-person naked body—two men and one woman—was present. It was the most alluring and human combination of all threesomes: husband, wife, and lover…

This is a milestone moment in the Ning Mansion's green project!

When a beautiful, naked body, like a summer flower, is entangled between two naked men, and when that body belongs to your wife, how excited is Comrade Ning, the "Housekeeper"? How wistful is his reflection on the world?

Some men love their wives so much that they forbid any other man from touching them, while they themselves have affairs.

Comrade Ning, the "Housekeeper," loves his wife by not only letting himself be cuckolded but also letting his wife have a threesome with his lover at the same time.

He lets his wife experience the feeling of being pampered and served by two men to the point of heaven.

Well, believe it or not, this is how Comrade Ning loves his wife.

Even though Zeng Beifang's body can only be described as marble or sculpted, especially his beautifully erect, hook-like penis—I can't compare to him in terms of hardware—at least today it's not a duel between two men, but two men working together to bring my wife to the ultimate state of physical and mental pleasure.

After Ning Hui hesitated for a moment, and with a bewildered look in her eyes, she finally took Zeng Beifang's already erect penis into her mouth with both hands. Zeng Beifang was kneeling in front of the bed, supporting his erect penis so that Ning Hui could lean down and bury it between his legs to suck on it. All I had to do was slide my face toward my wife's body, gently part her snow-white thighs. At this moment, the inside of my wife's thighs were already wet with saliva. I stuck out my tongue and, with the first drop of honey that was about to drip onto the sheets, I licked it up, all the way to Ning Hui's flower bud hidden and wet by the bush, and then began to suck on it with great pleasure.

Normally, when I'm giving Ning Hui oral sex, my eyes are always glued to her, admiring the way her delicate labia dance and change color and moisture in my mouth. But this time, I can't help but keep glancing at the way her mouth is being penetrated by her lover's penis. The sight of her mouth taking in another man's penis, moving in and out, combined with the visual stimulation of her wet mouth below, is so intense that I, Ning Hui's husband, almost lost control several times.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but this time I feel like my wife's juices are flowing especially freely. Even though I keep swallowing, more and more nectar flows into my mouth.

Even though Ning Hui's oral skills on Zeng Beifang's penis were quite adept, I could still catch glimpses of her eyes, sometimes shy, sometimes excited. Each time our eyes met, I felt a sweet nectar enter my mouth, followed by her burning legs clamping my face tightly between them…

Several times, Ning Hui's body began to spasm violently, seemingly heading towards orgasm, but each time I stopped, abruptly halting my movements—there was no other way; the Ning Mansion Threesome Manual states: "Saving your wife's first orgasm to her lover is the only true principle."

In the blink of an eye, I figured that at this rate, my wife's orgasm would inevitably come from my mouth. I quickly signaled Zeng Beifang to start the next procedure.

"Ah—"

I don't know if a shooting star was streaking across the night sky outside the Ning Mansion at that moment, but when Ning Hui knelt and crawled on my chest, offering her two snow-white, upturned buttocks high to the penis that was thrusting into her from behind, that soft cry was just like a shooting star streaking across the sky. The visual brilliance transformed into a surge of passion in my bones, into the most masculine hormones of the two men who regarded this woman as the love of their lives.

Zeng Beifang's thrusts were as strong and powerful as ever, just like the night I saw the four of us sleeping together in the tent, the same deep and shallow, the same immense force, the same soul-stirring pleasure. The slapping of his hard-core penis stirring in the woman's tender honeyed land not only stirred Ning Hui's physical and mental pleasure, but also stirred the incomparable happiness of Ning, the husband, in seeing his wife's supreme joy.

A puddle of water had already soaked the sheets beneath Ning Hui. Ning Hui tried to take my penis into her mouth, but each time Zeng Beifang thrust so powerfully from behind that she couldn't grasp it accurately, and each time she put it in her mouth, she would involuntarily spit it out with a moan.

Scenes I'd seen countless times in porn flashed before my eyes, but tonight, I no longer needed to imagine the actresses being serviced by two men's penises in those films as my wife, because right now, my wife was undeniably sucking my penis while her vagina was being frantically sucked and penetrated by another man's penis. In this lewd scene tonight, my wife truly became the undisputed leading lady.

But if you think this is the whole meaning of a threesome designed for the woman you love, you're wrong—have you ever heard a woman say such a thing while having sex with two men at the same time?

Okay, let me tell you. When Ning Hui reached orgasm again and again under the relentless thrusting of Zeng Beifang's penis from behind, I lifted myself up, held my wife's hand tightly, and brought my mouth close to her ear, calling out again and again, "Wife, is it good? Is my wife comfortable?"

"Ahhh...coming!coming!"

Amid Ning Hui's soft yet passionate breaths, and amidst the waves of pleasure from her lover's powerful penis, Ning Hui held her husband Ning Zhufu's hand, sobbing and murmuring, "Mmm, husband...I...I'm so happy, so happy...thank you, husband..."

Well, I don't know what other cuckolds' wives' threesomes are like, but Ning Zhufu's wife's threesome made his wife shout "I'm so happy" during her orgasm—this is the realm Ning Zhufu pursues.

I've lost count of how many orgasms Ning Hui experienced during Zeng Beifang's thrusting. But the last time, her body, tender and sensitive, came with her husband's penis inside her. Even though Zeng Beifang wasn't using a condom, he very considerately pulled his penis out before ejaculating—this deeply moved me.

However, I can't quite explain why, but when I took Zeng Beifang's penis and inserted it into my wife's overflowing, passionate vagina, I felt an even stronger stickiness than usual—even though I haven't reached the level of someone like Xiong Xiong licking his wife's vagina covered in her lover's semen, that special feeling excited me immensely. After only a few thrusts, my countless offspring all came at once. Thankfully, Ning Hui's orgasm still came as expected, perfectly blooming her final climax under her husband's penis…

It took a long time for all three of us to calm down that night. Then, the simultaneous physical intimacy among the three of them subtly brought them closer together in an unspeakable way, so much so that when Zeng Beifang suggested going home, Ning Hui and I both asked him to stay.

The subsequent scene was this: the wife, husband, and adulterer, all naked, lay on the two-meter-wide bed in the Ning Mansion, still faintly scented with the aroma of semen and vaginal fluid. Ning Hui, embraced by me and Zeng Beifang, drifted off to sleep, her body still flushed…

Chapter 77: Class Reunion.

When Armstrong represented humanity's first moon landing, he delivered what is considered the greatest and most poetic inspirational speech of the 20th century: "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind!"

Watching his wife, her body overflowing with pleasure from the attentive service of two men in bed, now peacefully asleep like a delicate water lily nestled between two large green leaves, Comrade Ning, filled with emotion, mentally composed an Armstrong-style phrase: "A threesome is one small step, but one giant leap for Ning Mansion!"

Comrade Ning meant that this was a landmark step in Ning Mansion's green project.

To be honest, seeing all this, I felt a surge of emotion, my nose stung, and I couldn't contain my feelings for a long time. If you don't experience it, you can only see the rainbow of a threesome, but you can't see the storms that Comrade Ning has weathered as a cuckold along the way. Although those storms were atypical, they were just as full of bittersweet experiences.

Whether intentional or unintentional, Ning Hui's body, immersed in sleep, was actually even more intimately close to her lover. Her almost entirely white, bare back was pressed tightly against Zeng Beifang's equally bare chest and abdominal muscles, those muscles forming a grid pattern. The boy's hands, wrapped around Ning Hui's chest, were truly cupping her beautiful, full breasts, the dark pink nipples peeking out between his fingers, like tiny lotus blossoms, playfully shy and delicate. Even

after Ning Hui fell asleep, though her entire body was almost entirely nestled against her lover, one of her hands remained intertwined with mine, fingers never parting. For a time, Ning Hui and her lover would lean into each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings, but the more intimate and tenderly Ning Hui seemed with her lover, the tighter her grip on mine would become, as if afraid the clasp between their fingers might even slip.

I deciphered the secret language of Ning Hui's body, and my heart was instantly filled with emotion—while my wife's body nestled against another man, there was such a profound connection and touching encounter between husband and wife—if it weren't for a harmonious, joyful threesome where my wife's body and soul bloomed like summer flowers, how could you understand that a couple could experience such profound emotion?

Only Ning Hui and her husband could decipher the code to this emotion: infidelity for love can, it turns out, transform life into a magnificent feast for the soul and body, rather than a splendid robe crawling with lice. I

've been almost entirely focused on expressing body language, and I can't remember when Zeng Beifang, who hadn't said a word all night, fell asleep. I only remember that when he cuddled my wife and his sister Ning's beautiful naked bodies, his smiles when our eyes met were limited to two expressions: one of naivety, the other of gratitude.

And I kept singing "Tonight I will be sleepless until very, very late," until my wife and her lover began to snore softly in each other's arms.

The scene of my wife sleeping soundly in my lover's arms, right under my nose, was so dreamlike that I couldn't fall asleep. I thought I was already dreaming...

In my dream, my wife's snoring seemed to transform into a different kind of soft moaning, a moaning that soothed my bones like a deep taste of pleasure, a soft song that captivated my heart like a joyful hymn...

In my dream, I was unaware that I was a guest... Where did my wife's joyful soft moaning come from?

The next morning, Zeng Beifang was the first to get up, saying that he had to go to the company as soon as possible. After exchanging pleasantries and saying goodbye to his still-sleeping Sister Ning, the two-meter-wide bed in Ning's mansion returned to normal. Ning Hui, with her S-shaped body still charmingly curled up in a half-deep, half-light dreamland, seemed to still be lingering on the intoxicating carnal pleasure she had shared with her husband and lover the night before.

Ning Hui slept a little longer than usual, only waking up with a start when the sun was high in the sky and blazing outside: "Huh? What time is it? I'll be late for work! Honey, why didn't you wake me?"

The intense sunlight streaming in made her eyes water. She tried to sit up, but her limbs gave way

, and she collapsed back down. I saw this and understood perfectly. I chuckled mischievously, like a typical stay-at-home husband: "Sigh, look at my wife, so delicate. She couldn't withstand the exertion of two men last night. Are your arms and legs sore? She's staying home to rest today."

"Huh? What did you say? No, no,"

Ning Hui tried to get up, but she looked utterly exhausted and couldn't manage it. Then she looked at me, as if she suddenly understood what I meant, and a blush crept onto her face. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"That's exactly right."

I couldn't stand my wife's coquettish act of being all lovey-dovey and yet refusing to admit it, so I hugged Ning Hui's soft body tightly. "Really, honey, don't go this morning. Ask the company for leave. Besides, if you rush over there, there might be traffic, and you'll have lunch by the time you get to the company."

Ning Hui thought it made sense, so she reached for her phone on the bedside table and called Xiao Li in the office. After confirming that there was nothing urgent at the company, she said that she had a bit of a cold and wasn't feeling well, and would come in the afternoon.

After saying that, Ning Hui playfully punched my shoulder, saying coquettishly, "It's all your fault! I've never taken a day off like this before."

"Hmm,"

I said, feigning seriousness, "Wife, that's not right."

"What's wrong?"

Ning Hui snuggled into my arms naturally, blinking her long eyelashes as she asked, "What's wrong with me, husband?"

"Taking a day off isn't the problem, the key is you have to tell people the truth! What do you mean you have a cold? You clearly had a threesome with two men all night, and couldn't get out of bed this morning."

After saying that, I deliberately avoided looking at Ning Hui, but a mischievous glint flashed in my eyes. "You bad

boy!"

Ning Hui's face instantly turned even redder than before, and when I uttered the two enchanting words "all night," Ning Hui's body trembled involuntarily. "It's all your fault!"

I clearly felt that tremor, but at that moment I didn't realize why my wife was trembling so dramatically. Then I hugged Ning Hui's smooth and warm body tightly and pecked her slightly flushed cheek: "Tch, maybe it wasn't me, at least I wasn't the main culprit. I only ejaculated once, that kid slept with you several times!"

Ning Hui's body suddenly tensed up, knowing that her husband's much-anticipated interrogation was about to begin.

This kind of interrogation had been staged countless times on the bed in the Ning mansion, and each time the content was the perverted husband asking his wife how she was fucked by other men and what she felt!

This was the supreme pleasure of a true, seasoned cuckold, you know what I mean.

"Hmph, it was you, you're the main culprit, you planned it well, didn't you? You pervert, you just keep performing magic tricks to make your wife..."

Ning Hui knew how to tickle her cuckolded husband's itch.

"So you want my wife to be fucked by other men?"

I was indeed aroused by my wife's teasing, and a shiver ran through my body. "Tell me, baby, how did it feel last night? Was it good? What's it like to have two men serving you at the same time, fucking you at the same time? Was it amazing?"

"Not at all!"

Ning Hui wasn't about to admit defeat, but the blush on her face was incredibly charming, completely betraying her.

"Oh, so my wife is a glutton, huh? Threesomes aren't enough, huh? Then next time, I'll call more men, let's have a foursome, if that's not enough, we'll have a fivesome, and so on, until my wife screams that she's had enough and is satisfied!"

Ning the cook said this almost without pausing, once in this kind of interrogation mode, Ning the cook's tongue was incredibly fluent.

Ning Hui knew she had fallen into Ning the cook's trap again, and was speechless for a moment, only her outstretched fist was already flying in the air.

"Hahaha,"

I chuckled shamelessly, "Quickly tell me the truth, wife. I couldn't even count how many orgasms you had last night. How many times did you have? I think it was three or four? Which one was the most exciting? Was it the two times you were on top of him, or the times he fucked you from behind?"

This question wasn't that difficult, was it? Ning Hui suddenly froze, her fists flying in the air suddenly falling down. She bit her lip, not daring to look at me.

"What's wrong?"

Ning, the stay-at-home husband, continued to press, still quite smug. "So what if you remember so quickly?"

"Mmm, husband..."

Ning Hui murmured, her face flushed.

"Mmm what? Quickly tell me the truth!"

I tried to comfort her, "It's okay, I know it wasn't the last time your husband slept with you. If you said it was one of his other times, he'd be angry."

"Husband,"

Ning Hui's seductive expression suddenly faded, replaced by guilt as she looked at me.

"What's wrong?"

My imagination ran wild, my heart leaping into my throat. "Maybe... these last few times... weren't those?"

Ning Hui's face flushed red, clearly understanding what her husband meant. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded softly, "Yes."

"Huh?"

So this threesome drama has some hidden, explosive plot twists? "

You... you did it again while I was asleep?"

Ning Hui nodded timidly again.

What's going on? Wasn't I... wasn't I the last one to fall asleep last night?

Before my mouth could close in surprise, Ning Hui quickly reached out and covered my mouth. "Husband, you're not angry, are you?"

"Angry about what?"

I'm not angry, I'm just shocked. However, this stimulation was the kind of cuckold-themed hormone-fueled excitement that left me somewhat incoherent. I awkwardly pulled my wife into my arms, stammering, "Quick...quick, tell me, wife, what...what's going on?"

"Smack,"

Ning Hui lightly kissed me on the lips, "I'll only tell you if you're not angry, husband."

"Husband's not angry,"

I returned the kiss with a deep kiss, "The more wanton you are, the more I love you!"

"Hehe,"

Ning Hui finally looked relieved, "Alright, wife, tell me."

"Mmm!"

I nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Last night I was so tired at first, and I fell asleep quickly. But I don't know how long I slept, I felt something hard moving and rubbing against me from behind, which woke me up. I...I..."

"Damn, so that guy doesn't sleep still and was messing with you the whole time?"

"Yeah, he kept rubbing me with his thing."

"His? Which one? Please describe it clearly."

"His dick."

Ning Hui punched me. "It was hard the whole time."

"Her dick was hard? Is he a telephone pole? How can it be hard?"

I deliberately exclaimed.

"His dick was hard, how annoying."

Ning Hui punched me again. "A little while later, I don't know why, I felt...felt wet down there."

"You felt something?"

"Yeah, he sometimes did this to me when we slept together, but this time, I don't know...I don't know why, I got wet so quickly. It felt so...so good."

"I know, it's because your husband was right in front of you, and your lover was secretly doing this to you from behind, that's why you felt so good, right?"

This was terrible. My wife's description of the situation made me feel like I was on fire.

"Hmm,"

Ning Hui nodded but then seemed to realize something was wrong and quickly shook her head, "No, it's not like that."

"Still being stubborn, you're such a slut, but your husband likes it! Keep telling me how slutty you are! You little whore!"

Ning, the cook, was already excitedly spewing vulgarities.

"Mmm, he saw I was awake and tried to put it in."

"Put it in where? Please don't use pronouns like 'it,' just describe the body part directly."

"Mmm, honey, you're so perverted. He just put his hard cock into your wife's pussy."

"You didn't even flirt a little? You slutty wife!"

"I refused, but the more I refused, the more water... there was down there, oh no, my pussy was getting wet."

"Does this sneaky feeling make you feel more excited, that's why there's so much water?"

"Mmm... I,"

Ning Hui whimpered, and then I felt the fire in my body seem to have transferred to my wife's body. After that, Ning Hui's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I don't know..."

"Tell me honestly, honey, isn't the feeling of sneaking around more exciting?"

"Mmm, I don't know,"

Ning Hui responded in a soft voice, her eyes alluring, accompanied by a gentle twisting of her body, "but... it's really so exciting."

Damn, I knew why my wife's snoring had turned into a joyful soft moaning. I thought it was a dream, but damn it, this really isn't a dream. When the four of us were together, I ostensibly cheated on Zeng Beifang with his mistress in front of him. Turns out, this guy had been holding back all along, and now he'd stolen me back—he secretly slept with my wife while I was asleep!

Not only did he openly have a threesome with my wife, but he also secretly continued his adulterous ways, giving me a unique kind of cuckold's horns!

"I didn't expect you to be such a slut, wife!"

I casually pinched my wife's nipple, finding it hard and tingling. "Your nipples are hard. Is this feeling of cheating particularly exciting?"

"Mmm..."

Ning Hui began to moan softly.

"Then his big cock secretly came up behind you right under your husband's nose, fucking you until you were dying and having orgasms, but you didn't dare to moan loudly, right, wife?"

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui moaned for a while, then said something that almost made her husband ejaculate, "How did you know, husband?"

Damn, did I really need to guess? My wife is so cute. I really didn't expect that this act of cheating would have such magical power, making my wife, such a virtuous woman, suddenly cheat on me like a harlot.

"So when he fucked you like that... how many orgasms did you have?"

"Hmm, let me think, husband..."

Ning Hui blinked her eyes and looked like she was really doing arithmetic, then gently exhaled, "Three... three times, husband."

"Damn, you're such a horny wife. No wonder you couldn't get up this morning because of your back pain. Which orgasm was the most exciting and stimulating?"

I asked, holding my breath.

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui whimpered softly, her crescent-shaped eyes half-open and half-closed, incredibly alluring.

"Just tell me, wife, is it when he's having sex with you in front of me or when he's secretly having sex with you behind my back? My little heart can take it."

Actually, I already knew the answer from my wife's hesitant movements, but for some reason, I felt a strange thrill from her infidelity. I had never felt this kind of thrill since the Ning Mansion Green Project, which encouraged my wife to sleep with other men, began.

It seems that the thrill of women cheating is innate; let's just consider it part of human nature for now. The problem is, as the cheated-on husband, Comrade Ning, in this affair at the Ning Mansion, where my wife and her lover were having an affair right under my nose under the guise of a threesome, I also felt the same thrill. What a bizarre character!

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui continued to whine coyly, her voice becoming increasingly sweet and seductive, "Don't be angry, honey."

"Yeah, I'll be angry if you don't tell me."

After giving that signature Ning-style answer, I felt my cock was already loaded!

"The back..."

Ning Hui paused, then suddenly murmured breathlessly, "It's even more exciting... more thrilling when we sneak around in the back, husband."

With that, Ning Hui's body went limp, lying in my arms like a boneless waterfall.

"Slap slap,"

the sound of my wife's voice was like an order to fire my little steel cannon. Before I could even move my cannon to the designated firing position on my wife's breasts as planned, a thick stream of semen gushed from my glans, landing between Ning Hui's thighs...

Damn it, a threesome had been turned into my wife having an affair with her lover right under my nose, and damn it, it was even more exciting for her! It's like Ning, the cuckolded comrade, has no limit to how green there is to it, isn't it?

In a few days, it will be the weekend, and it will be Ning Hui's college reunion. Meanwhile, on the other front over the weekend, the bearded guy remained completely still, making no move whatsoever. He was surprisingly composed. Looks like he's got something big planned.

The class reunion was held as scheduled over the weekend, reportedly at a high-end club that combined dining and entertainment. Everyone chipped in as a gift, had a meal and drinks, and then, under the influence of alcohol, sang some songs. The bolder classmates told dirty jokes and confessed their crushes, then acted all mortified, while the more timid ones indulged in some private fantasies and moved on. That's pretty much the typical agenda for a class reunion. There

's a famous joke circulating about class reunions: "Class reunion, classmates sleep next to classmates, ruining one couple after another!"

As Ning watched his wife and Zeng Meimei leave, a flurry of activity, he felt a surge of excitement, reciting the first part of that joke.

Zeng Daxia and Ning Hui went together; Zeng Daxia drove. Since the two women were definitely going to drink, they told Ning Zhufu to drive them home.

Unfortunately, as soon as the two left, Ning Zhufu was called away by Boss Qiao to a business dinner, and Comrade Xiong Xiong was indeed out of town on a business trip. So, the task of driving them home naturally fell to Zeng Beifang.

The class reunion was organized in the name of Ning Hui's university classmates. Except for a few who were abroad or out of town, most were present. There were about thirty people in total, mostly girls and only seven or eight boys, mainly from the English department. Surprisingly, Lu Xiaobin, who had lost contact with most of his classmates for several years, was coming!

Whether he was coming to see his classmates or to see Ning Hui, only heaven knew.

Ning Hui knew Lu Xiaobin was coming and initially said she didn't want to attend, fearing awkwardness, but the enthusiastic organizers persuaded her to come.

But damn it, some busybody somehow managed to seat Ning Hui and Lu Xiaobin together during the meal.

Lu Xiaobin was the last to arrive, and by then the room was already buzzing with activity, with nearly thirty female classmates creating a scene resembling seven or eight plays simultaneously, like three women making a drama. Roughly a third of the female classmates present were married, a third were in relationships, and a third were on their way to becoming "leftover women," so these women in different situations were sure to generate plenty of conversation to fuel the lively atmosphere.

Lu Xiaobin's entrance instantly silenced the room—partly because everyone hadn't seen this "goddess" in ages, and partly because his appearance was so unconventional it seemed like he came from another planet. His clothes were outdated and unfashionable, and his slightly neurotic expression created a sense of unease, making him seem completely out of place.

Those who are out of step with the times are either geniuses or outcasts. Fortunately, it was clear that Lu Xiaobin wasn't actually that unpopular among his classmates. As soon as Ai appeared, several groups of male and female classmates went to greet him and exchange pleasantries. The same question they all asked him was, "Long time no see! Where have you been?"

So much so that when Lu Xiaobin was led to the seat next to Ning Hui, Ning Hui hurriedly stood up, meeting Lu Xiaobin's surprised look—he hadn't expected to sit next to her—and after a slight awkwardness, Ning Hui, though a little nervous, still extended her hand and offered a polite smile, saying the same thing: "Hello, Xiaobin, long time no see."

Lu Xiaobin seemed still in a daze for a moment, then almost instinctively reached out and gently shook Ning Hui's hand. The instant his hand touched Ning Hui's palm, she could clearly feel that Lu's hand and body were trembling slightly.

Thus, Ning Hui sat next to Lu Xiaobin on her left, and Zeng Daxia on her right. Lu Xiaobin only noticed Zeng Meimei, who was separated from Ning Hui, after he had settled down. Instantly, Zeng Meimei frowned, glaring at Zeng Daxia with a hateful look.

Zeng Daxia gave an awkward smile and mumbled, "Hello, Xiaobin,"

before feeling a chill run down his spine.

He couldn't help but recall the scene in the riverside town where Lu Xiaobin had bumped into Zeng Meimei, who was walking intimately with Lu Gong. It was no wonder Zeng Daxia felt uneasy. He wasn't sure if this guy's eccentric behavior would lead to trouble with Ning Hui.

Fortunately, Lu Xiaobin didn't seem to lose his temper. Instead, in a conversation with Ning Hui that was more polite than friendly, Lu Xiaobin told her that he was still teaching at a rural primary school in that riverside town and that his summer vacation wasn't over yet, so he would be staying home for a while.

Ning Hui knew a little about Lu Xiaobin's situation from rumors among her classmates. She always understood that Lu Xiaobin's decision to teach in a remote rural area was entirely because of her, a choice made because of the unbearable heartbreak he had suffered.

In truth, Ning Hui had never fully let go of Lu Xiaobin's situation. Although she couldn't sacrifice her own happiness for charity, knowing that Lu Xiaobin was using such a self-destructive method to cope with his pain left a lingering ache in her heart. Ning Hui desperately wanted Lu Xiaobin to move on from his suffering, desperately wanted him to be happy—in her heart, Lu Xiaobin had always been a good boy: upright, honest, and devoted.

But reality was so cruel and real; someone was suffering so much for her, and she was powerless to help. That profound sense of powerlessness weighed heavily on Ning Hui's heart.

The class reunion proceeded according to plan, and after a few rounds of drinks, everyone began to gather in small groups to toast each other.

At this moment, a tall, bespectacled guy—reportedly Lu Xiaobin's best friend from university—approached Lu Xiaobin with a bottle of beer and said he wanted to have a drink with him.

Lu Xiaobin stood up and gave the bespectacled guy a warm hug, then picked up his glass and clinked it with his, about to drink. Unexpectedly, the bespectacled guy, holding the bottle, began to launch into a speech: "Sigh, I just don't understand what kind of world this is. So many women keep saying they want an honest, decent, talented, reliable, and moral husband. But if you actually find one like Lu Xiaobin, a good man willing to dedicate his youth and passion to our mountain education cause, where can you find one now? These women have all changed their tune, they've all become the type who'd rather laugh on a bicycle than cry in a BMW. Sigh, Lu Xiaobin, you're wasting your life like this, I really feel sorry for you."

These words naturally made the perceptive Ning Hui and Zeng Daxia understand the veiled criticism, and Ning Hui's face instantly turned red and white. Hearing his best friend being so insulted, Zeng Daxia was furious. She couldn't stand it and immediately jumped up from her seat, pointing a finger at the bespectacled classmate and unleashing a high-pitched, piercing shout: "Gao Zheng, are you crazy?!"

Hearing Zeng Daxia's outburst, Ning Hui quickly reached out to pull Zeng Meimei back, but Zeng Daxia, already somewhat drunk, couldn't stop himself. "Are you brain-dead or what? Who are you implying? How come this whole mess is being blamed on us women? What kind of twisted logic is that? You think we women have to submit to you just because your man kneels down? Even at the market, you pick the biggest vegetable. Don't you even look at yourself in the mirror? What right do you have to talk about this and that? Gao Zheng, what are you? You look so respectable, but the things you say are all like pigs! I seriously despise you!"

Goodness, Zeng Daxia's sharp tongue completely silenced everyone present. All the students' eyes turned to them, leaving the bespectacled student named Gao Zheng speechless. Lu Xiaobin, who was standing nearby, was already seething with anger after hearing Gao Zheng's insults towards Ning Hui. Seeing the pained expression on Ning Hui's face

, he suddenly reached out and elbowed Glasses in a playful, almost slapping motion: "Gao Zheng, go, go apologize to her. What nonsense are you spouting?" Glasses couldn't take it anymore. He had thought Zeng Daxia's words were justified, but he hadn't expected his brother to side with him. He immediately became furious: "Lu Xiaobin, I'm speaking up for you, and you're taking the side of the person who hurt you. Are you even a man?"

At this point, Lu Xiaobin didn't move, only his chest heaving violently. Ning Hui was on the verge of tears, but didn't know how to speak. Several female classmates quickly came over to pull Zeng Meimei and Ning Hui apart, and one thoughtful girl even handed Ning Hui a wet wipe.

"Is it worth it for such a heartless woman?"

Glasses continued to yell.

This sudden outburst wasn't the main issue; the important thing was that it gave Lu Xiaobin a reason to strike, as he had been holding his fist in place. Lu Xiaobin delivered a precise and powerful punch to the chest of the man with glasses!

Most of the classmates present understood what was happening – Lu Xiaobin was throwing it for Ning Hui…

This punch left everyone speechless; some saw obsession, others saw deep affection…

Ning Hui, however, felt a twisted pain and helplessness in her heart…

The unexpected incident was eventually calmed down thanks to the coordination of the class reunion organizer, who had previously served as class monitor. Although the reunion proceeded as planned, Ning Hui felt preoccupied all night. Even her smiles seemed forced. She wondered if Lu Xiaobin's actions had lifted a cloud over her heart, or if the past was just a passing breeze.

When the reunion ended, Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei waited for a while at the entrance of the clubhouse before Zeng Beifang arrived with his car.

The three of them arrived at the garage—Zeng Meimei had drunk quite a bit, mainly from her boisterous drinking contest with her male classmates—Zeng Beifang and Ning Hui helped Zeng Meimei to sit in the back seat. As Ning Hui prepared to get in, Zeng Beifang suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, and cupped her face in his hands. With no one else around in the garage, this spontaneous act of intimacy between lovers was perfectly normal and natural—so normal that when Zeng Beifang's lips approached hers for a kiss, Ning Hui didn't seem to mind or refuse, but instead responded with a brief, shallow, yet very genuine kiss…

Ning Hui and Zeng Beifang's kiss, however, was clearly observed by a pair of eyes not far away through the dim garage light. The eyes radiated despair, helplessness, and pain…

These eyes belonged to Lu Xiaobin. Chapter 78,

December 4th : The class reunion of virgin Lu Xiaobin ended quite late. Zeng Beifang first took Ning Hui home, and then took his cousin Zeng Daxia home. As for that night, since Comrade Xiong Xiong wasn't home, Ning Xiaobin wondered if Zeng Daxia had kept her cousin overnight and cooked for him, or if the siblings had another passionate encounter and staged another illicit affair. Ning Xiaobin thought he should ask Zeng Daxia about it sometime. When Ning Hui entered the room, she looked exhausted and smelled slightly of alcohol. She quickly washed up and got into bed. Her husband, Ning, hurriedly dressed her and followed her to bed, asking with a smirk, "Wife, how did the class reunion go? Did any classmates stay up with their classmates? Did you break up a few couples?" Ning Hui forced a smile and mumbled, her eyelids and lips too tired to lift, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, husband. It seems like no one did. Hmm, husband... I'm so tired... I want to sleep." The next day, Saturday, Ning's lowbrow nature was on full display. He kept pestering Ning Hui to tell her about the class reunion, like which classmates were flirting with each other, or whether they deliberately left together after the reunion... Ning Hui responded impatiently, though she did offer some tidbits about what she'd seen among her classmates, like how a seemingly unremarkable female classmate had won the lottery and given birth to twins—a boy and a girl—which Ning Hui described with a look of pure envy. Throughout the reunion, Ning Hui didn't mention Lu Xiaobin's affair to her husband. On Sunday afternoon, while Ning was out socializing, Ning Hui was home alone when she suddenly received a text message. She opened it and was shocked. Unexpectedly, the text message was from Lu Xiaobin: "Ning Hui, hello, long time no see. I know Gao Zheng's words at the class reunion embarrassed you, I'm very sorry." Ning Hui looked at the text message and didn't know what to do. Although subconsciously she didn't want to have anything to do with Lu Xiaobin anymore and didn't want to reply to him, perhaps she felt that it was impolite. After a long pause, she opened the text message reply interface. “Hello Lu Xiaobin,” Ning Hui typed these words, then paused, biting her lip as she thought for a moment, before removing the “Lu” from “Xiaobin”: “Hello Xiaobin, it’s okay, he was probably drunk that day, don’t take it to heart.” Just as she was about to send the message, Ning Hui hesitated for a long time, then reluctantly added at the end: “Are you alright?” A moment later, Lu Xiaobin’s message came again. Ning Hui read the first sentence, “Thank you for still caring about me. What does it matter if I’m alright or not for someone like me who has no future?”—she seemed to regret adding “Are you alright?” Ning Hui could clearly hear the nagging, almost suffocating emotion in Lu Xiaobin’s harsh words. Lu Xiaobin's text message wasn't over: "Are you free tonight? May I ask you to dinner?" Ning Hui's heart skipped a beat as she read the message, feeling like her worst fears had come true—actually, Ning Hui wasn't afraid of the meal itself, whether it was as an old classmate or as her former suitor. What she feared was that Lu Xiaobin was still unable to face reality, his gray and dark psychological state was frightening. Ning Hui was afraid of any contact with Lu Xiaobin in this state—even though she had no ill intentions, she didn't want to cause unnecessary secondary harm to Lu Xiaobin, who was already suffering and seemed unable to perceive the world normally. Ning Hui calmed herself down slightly and quickly replied: "I'm sorry, please forgive me for not being able to come. Thank you, I sincerely hope you are doing well." It was obvious to everyone that Ning Hui was using this opportunity to send a clear message that she no longer wanted any contact... Lu Xiaobin didn't reply to the message after that, and everything was peaceful until he stayed at Ning's mansion that night. The next day, Monday, Ning Hui went to work and spent a typical but busy day at the company. As she walked out of the building towards her car to go home, her unhurried steps suddenly stopped abruptly. Standing directly in front of her was a familiar yet utterly unfamiliar figure. Even though it was still bright daylight, Ning Hui felt a chilling, unsettling sensation run through her. Lu Xiaobin!

Ning Hui was completely taken aback by Lu Xiaobin's unexpected appearance. She glanced around instinctively; groups of colleagues were passing by, nodding and greeting her, seemingly oblivious to her momentary embarrassment. But Ning Hui felt utterly exposed.

Perhaps Lu Xiaobin really just wanted to have a meal with her?

Ning Hui tried her best to regain her composure, for even though her face was still stiff, she managed a polite smile: "Xiaobin, you… what are you doing here? Is something the matter?"

Lu Xiaobin stared blankly at Ning Hui, his expression stiff and strange, his figure lonely, as if the entire world around him was irrelevant. Only when he saw Ning Hui did his gaze soften…

"I…"

Lu Xiaobin seemed unable to look Ning Hui in the eye, stammering awkwardly, "I'm sorry for being so abrupt, I just… have something I want to tell you."

“Oh,”

perhaps it was the softness in Lu Xiaobin’s eyes that calmed Ning Hui down, and her smile seemed a little more natural now. “What is it? Go ahead and say it.”

Lu Xiaobin lowered his head, seemingly gathering his courage, then raised his head, looking directly into Ning Hui’s eyes for the first time today: “I’ll treat you to dinner… Don’t worry, I won’t do anything. I just… I just want to talk to you about something.”

Ning Hui didn’t dare meet Lu Xiaobin’s pleading gaze, perhaps feeling she couldn’t bear to refuse, so she bit her lip and nodded gently: “Okay then.”

Ning Hui gestured for Lu Xiaobin to follow her to the parking lot and get into the car, then drove towards the city.

Before starting the car, Ning Hui wanted to call her husband to say she wouldn’t be home for dinner, but perhaps afraid that her gentle and affectionate husband would upset him in person, she changed it to a text message: “Honey, I have a colleague’s dinner party tonight, I’ll be back late.”…

“Let’s go to our school, that little restaurant.”

Lu Xiaobin suddenly said as the car started.

Ning Hui's heart tightened. Of course, she knew the small restaurant near the university gate that Lu Xiaobin had pointed to… Lu Xiaobin's sudden suggestion gave Ning Hui a vague feeling that something was about to happen, and she inwardly groaned.

The covered bridge… no, was Lu Xiaobin planning to have a romantic dinner with his goddess at a small restaurant?

"Oh, what's so good about small restaurants?"

Ning Hui felt unbearably suffocated, yet subconsciously wanted to avoid something, so she quickly smiled and said, "Xiaobin, what do you like to eat? How about we find another place? I'll treat you."

"Let's go to the school. Consider it my last request, okay?"

Lu Xiaobin, who had been looking out the window, turned to look at Ning Hui, his eyes filled with desperate pleading.

Ning Hui couldn't bear to look at that gaze; she felt a huge weight pressing on her heart. This feeling only brought oppression, not the strength to overcome such a plea—was it possible that even the hardest heart had a soft spot within it?

At an intersection, Ning Hui finally drove towards her alma mater.

It was Lu Xiaobin's school, of course.

Since it was still summer vacation and school hadn't started yet, the usually bustling campus was rather quiet, but the small restaurant called "Qingyi Xiaozhu" near the school gate was still open.

Even though the restaurant wasn't very large, the space inside felt empty, with only a few tables occupied. Lu Xiaobin found a seat by the window—and from this seat, Ning Hui saw two chairs whose paint had worn away and turned white. Ning Hui's thoughts immediately drifted...

Even the restaurant owner hadn't changed, except she seemed a bit plumper than before. Seeing the two seated and approaching with menus, she gave them a good look before flashing a bright smile: "Oh, you two have been out of school for years! Are you here to reminisce about your youth? Where have you been making your fortune? Same old routine, please?"

Lu Xiaobin nodded, and Ning Hui smiled politely at the owner...

A moment later, a plate of fish slices, coated in a rich, oily red broth thick with various peppercorns and chilies, was brought to the table. Seeing this plate of fish was like seeing a long-lost relative for Lu Xiaobin; an indescribable longing immediately appeared on his face. Then he looked up, his eyes welling up with tears, and softly murmured, "Your favorite spicy fish slices."

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui responded softly. Although she tried to appear to be smiling, she clearly felt a pang of sadness and helplessness in her heart.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaobin's gaze slowly drifted downwards from Ning Hui. Whether intentional or unintentional, this subtle glance was still caught by Ning Hui's eyes. Instinctively, Ning Hui followed Lu Xiaobin's gaze and looked down at herself. The place his gaze landed on was her chest.

The light green knee-length skirt Ning Hui was wearing today had a slightly low-cut neckline, but the white strapless top underneath dynamically expressed the lines of Ning Hui's pert breasts. Normally, it was fine, as the exposed parts were naturally concealed, but when she leaned forward slightly, the glimpse of the opening always created a subtle cleavage—and at this moment, the gleaming white cleavage was captivatingly revealed with Ning Hui's unintentional body sway.

A flicker of panic crossed Ning Hui's face, and she instinctively reached out to cover her chest. Seeing this, Lu Xiaobin's face flushed crimson, and she quickly averted her gaze. The slight trembling of Lu Xiaobin's body, caused by the violent rise and fall of her chest, made Ning Hui tense.

For a long time, neither of them spoke, the silence conveying their contrasting feelings and sighs about the familiar fish slices, and the unprecedented tension brought about by the barely visible cleavage of her chest.

Ning Hui felt like she was suffocating, unable to bear the immense weight of those mere half a pound of spicy fish slices.

Lu Xiaobin's gaze drifted past Ning Hui's shoulder, staring blankly at something. A moment later, Ning Hui suddenly saw tears streaming down Lu Xiaobin's face…

"What's wrong? Xiaobin?"

Seeing Lu Xiaobin's tears again, which filled her with helplessness, Ning Hui felt a lump in her throat.

Lu Xiaobin remained motionless, staring straight ahead like a wooden statue.

Ning Hui instinctively turned her head to follow Lu Xiaobin's gaze, only to see a couple who looked like students, affectionately feeding each other spicy fish slices.

Ning Hui immediately understood where Lu Xiaobin's tears came from, and felt her own eyes welling up with tears. She turned her head, about to say something, but saw Lu Xiaobin's silent tears escalate into uncontrollable sobbing.

"No... Xiaobin, please don't do this, okay?"

Ning Hui didn't know what to do, so she could only murmur words of comfort and hand him a napkin from the table—even though her heart ached again, she felt there was nothing else she could do.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaobin raised his slightly swollen eyes and looked intently at Ning Hui. After a long pause, he managed to utter a hoarse voice: "Tell me, are you doing well?"

"Yes."

Ning Hui bit her lip, then nodded, trying to force a smile that seemed relieved, hoping to ease the heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

"Your husband, is he good to you?"

Lu Xiaobin's gaze was frightening.

"Yes, very good."

Ning Hui answered softly.

"You and your husband, you're very happy, aren't you?"

Lu Xiaobin's questions came in a seemingly endless series of parallel sentences.

This particular question made Ning Hui pause, not because she didn't know the answer, but because she was trying to figure out how to respond in a way that would minimize any potential shock to Lu Xiaobin.

Seeing that Ning Hui didn't answer, Lu Xiaobin, as if grasping at a straw, suddenly had a bloodshot look in his eyes. "You're not happy, are you?"

Ning Hui felt she couldn't hesitate any longer. She took a deep breath, smiled, and answered firmly, "No, my husband and I are very happy now." As

soon as Ning Hui finished speaking, a thunderous voice exploded from Lu Xiaobin's chest: "Why did you lie to me?"

The sheer volume of this bombshell question made Ning Hui tremble, and the suddenness of its content left her utterly stunned. She paused for a moment before regaining her composure, then opened her mouth wide and replied, "I didn't lie to you! Why would I lie to you?"

"You're still lying to me! You're still lying to me now!"

Lu Xiaobin's face then displayed the expression of a wronged woman, his features contorted with extreme agitation, like the spicy fish slices on the table. He paused, seemingly intentionally lowering his voice, and continued to question, "Fine, you can continue to lie to me, but last night in the garage, what did I see? I only know that the man... wasn't your husband! And..."

Lu Xiaobin swallowed the rest of the "and," probably because he was originally going to report that he had caught Ning Zhufu and Zeng Daxia having an affair on the streets of the riverside town.

"Huh?"

Hearing Lu Xiaobin's paparazzi-like revelation, Ning Hui's head buzzed, and she didn't react for a moment. After a while, she came to her senses and felt a sudden surge of anger filling half of her chest. This anger rapidly depleted her energy, making it difficult for her to control her breathing. Her voice was filled with fear: "You...you actually followed me? Why did you follow me?"

As she spoke, Ning Hui seemed to feel that she could no longer communicate with Lu Xiaobin in this atmosphere and state, so she resolutely decided to leave. Unexpectedly, before Ning Hui could even get up, an even bigger storm from Lu Xiaobin followed—"Smack!" Lu Xiaobin suddenly slammed his fist on the restaurant table, roaring with his usual accusatory tone, "Why did you lie to me?"

The slam sent shards of ceramic pieces flying through the air. Lu Xiaobin's fist struck a teacup squarely on the table, and a sharp, angular shard made intimate contact with the crook of his thumb and forefinger—and then a stream of bright red liquid spurted from the cut at the point of contact…

"Ah!"

Ning Hui screamed in fright. The blood gushing out was like an unstoppable spring. The problem was, the red-necked rooster had no reaction to the stimulation of blood. Lu Xiaobin, like a fearless warrior on the battlefield, watched the gushing blood without flinching, letting the still-warm blood quickly stain his palm red.

This bloody sight terrified Ning Hui. Instinctively, she grabbed a large stack of tissues and rushed to her hand to stop the bleeding, repeatedly exclaiming, "Stop the bleeding! Get to the hospital!"

"Don't touch me! Don't worry about me! I'm not going anywhere!"

Unexpectedly, he resolutely shook off Ning Hui's hand, looking like an indomitable underground party member, his eyes filled with righteous disdain and contempt.

Seeing the blood flowing faster and faster, Ning Hui panicked and lost her composure. She clutched her hand and sobbed, repeatedly pleading, "Xiaobin, please go to the hospital."

Lu Xiaobin remained unresponsive, as if the blood flowing wasn't his own, letting the wound continue to gush—the cut was clearly deep, with flesh exposed. It seemed that watching the blood flow so recklessly on his body gave Lu Xiaobin a numbingly self-destructive pleasure.

"Xiaobin, I beg you, please go to the hospital! I beg you! You're scaring me, you know? Xiaobin, please go to the hospital!"

Ning Hui practically cried out. Then, as if remembering something, she frantically grabbed a phone and dialed a number.

"Why call 120 at a time like this? It's too late! I've already called the school security office, and they'll send someone right away to take him to the school clinic for treatment. We need to stop the bleeding first!"

It was the proprietress's voice. It was clear she had been doing business here for a long time and was quite well-connected with various departments at the school.

Within two minutes, three security guards rushed out and forcibly dragged Lu Xiaobin towards the school clinic. Ning Hui was about to follow when Lu Xiaobin suddenly shouted, "Don't worry about me! Don't worry about me!"

His attitude was as if he would die in front of everyone if Ning Hui went with him.

One of the security guards quickly came over and pulled Ning Hui away, saying, "Student, don't go. We'll take him. He's too agitated for you to go. Just leave your phone number with me, and we'll let you know if anything happens."

As they spoke, the other two guards drove Lu Xiaobin away. Ning Hui quickly left her phone number with them, then returned to the restaurant and stood there for a while, seemingly lost in thought, before collapsing into a chair...

After a while, Ning Hui picked up her phone and dialed a number, her voice trembling with tears: "Meimei, come to school quickly! Lu Xiaobin and I just..."

When Zeng Meimei arrived at the school in a frantic rush, Ning Hui, still shaken, finished recounting what had happened. The security guard who had given her his number called back: "Your friend left the infirmary on his own and told us not to tell you. I thought I'd call you anyway, but don't worry, the infirmary has treated him; the bleeding has stopped, and he should be alright."

"Thank you,"

Ning Hui said blankly, staring at Zeng Meimei, her eyes still glistening with tears.

Zeng Daxia calmly patted Ning Hui's shoulder: "Hey, it's alright, don't take it to heart. It wasn't your fault today, why do you feel guilty? Besides, with his extreme and obsessive personality, putting so much pressure on people, who can stand it? What kind of person is he!"

Before Zeng Meimei's comforting words were finished, the restaurant owner chimed in: "Hey, I say, you young people, you were fine just now, and in the blink of an eye... This young couple, can't you talk things out properly? Why are you so angry?"

Hearing the owner's outburst, Ning Hui originally wanted to argue about the two's identities, but suddenly felt extremely tired and unable to speak. At this moment, Zeng Meimei came over and helped Ning Hui up: "Alright, let's go home, honey. Don't dwell on it here. It's not a big deal. Don't make him seem like the most pitiful person in the world. You're just too soft-hearted. This has nothing to do with you. He's making things difficult for himself, does he expect the whole world to go crazy with him?"

After saying this, Zeng Meimei turned and glared at the landlady hatefully: "You're the one with him, who's with him?"

Zeng Meimei's last remark stunned the landlady. Tian stood there stunned, until Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei got into the car and drove about ten meters away. Only then did the proprietress remember something and burst into tears, screaming as she ran out, her voice piercing as she watched the dust kicked up by the car: "Hey, sister, the meal money, the meal money hasn't been paid yet..."

Ning Hui didn't tell her husband what had happened that day, and regarding the bloodstains on her hands, she simply said that a colleague had accidentally cut herself on a teacup while eating and got some on the way to the hospital.

Another day passed, and to my surprise, the bearded man still hadn't made a move. I wondered what this guy was up to, remaining so calm.

Just after noon that day, I received a call from Zeng Daxia. Zeng Meimei's voice on the phone clearly had the whining of a female cat in heat, incredibly seductive.

"What's wrong, missing Comrade Lu Gong?"

Hearing that familiar voice in that special situation, I knew something was up.

"Mmm, no way! Come to my house! Now!"

"Damn, seducing your best friend's husband in broad daylight, you slut, you're too reckless!"

"Are you coming or not? If you don't come, don't even think about coming again."

This situation immediately made me realize that I was facing a female beast in heat: "Oh, oh, well, I'll ask my wife first before coming."

"No need, I've already asked your wife on your behalf. Just come over without worry."

Zeng Meimei's voice on the phone became even more seductive.

Damn, what kind of world is this! Borrowing her best friend's husband to have sex, only that damn Zeng Daxia would do such a thing.

I then called my wife and truthfully reported Zeng Daxia's wicked intentions.

Ning Hui laughed on the phone, "Hehe, her husband's been away for a while, she must be going stir-crazy. Go, darling, you slut."

Receiving my wife's decree, I eagerly rushed to the Zeng mansion. The moment I entered, Zeng Meimei, half-naked, pressed herself against me, her two full D-cup breasts pressed against my chest, and she started biting and kissing me like crazy. I instantly felt like I wasn't kissing a woman, but a female beast.

"Don't be so hasty, let me take a shower first, okay?"

Zeng Meimei was already clean, but I was covered in sweat from the journey.

"Mmm, no, I like the smell of a man's sweat."

Zeng Meimei showed no sign of letting go, continuing to bite my lips wildly, quickly stripping me naked. Then, this girl squatted down and took my half-erect penis into her mouth, shoving it straight in just two bites.

Why? Every time I went to the Zeng mansion intending to fuck someone else, I always ended up feeling like I was the one being fucked.

The real fucking of Zeng Meimei's wet, plump pussy happened in the bedroom—I later found out they had a camera in the bedroom. Zeng Daxia said he was recording it to show Xiong Xiong when he got back.

Hearing that, my dick got excited and I started thrusting and pounding into Zeng Meimei's fat hole. I had to prove I could handle multiple roles in this special kind of "green" business, right? Even as a lover, I had to act like one, have some professional ethics.

While cursing the couple for being so perverted, I asked Zeng Meimei where she bought the camera—Ning Zhufu was already thinking about installing one in the Ning mansion too. Hehe.

"Damn, you little slut, are you swooning today? You're like a she-wolf."

I said, my cock inside my wife's best friend, spewing lewd remarks.

"Mmm, ahh, my husband's been away on a business trip lately."

Zeng Meimei moaned, squeezing my cock tightly between her legs.

"Damn, so self-aware? You, Zeng the Great, don't always need a man, do you? Beifang's here, isn't he? Didn't he take you home at the class reunion the other night?"

"Do you always talk so much nonsense when you're fucking a woman?"

This Zeng the Great, enjoying my cock, was still insulting me. "I... my period just... just ended."

I was actually a little touched. At least when she wanted a stranger, I was the first person she thought of.

Soon, this excitement transformed into immense power in Xiao Ning, quickly sending the already aroused Zeng Daxia to the peak of pleasure…

And I finally climaxed when Zeng Meimei arched her buttocks so I could penetrate her anus from behind. Watching the thick, white fluid slowly flow out of Zeng Meimei's flesh-colored anus was quite a visually stunning experience.

Afterwards, Zeng Daxia sent me and her to take a bath together, then had me carry her to bed, saying she was going to take a nap.

The following is the midnight love talk between the adulterous Zeng and her lover Lu, oh, I misspoke, it's midday love talk: "Sigh, your wife might be in trouble at this class reunion. Lu Xiaobin actually came, and it seems he came specifically for Ning Hui."

"Ah?"

I was surprised. "How… how come I didn't hear Ning Hui mention it?"

"Maybe she didn't want you to worry."

Zeng Meimei also seemed a little surprised. Then, Zeng Meimei told me about the situation at the class reunion and everything that happened the day before yesterday when Lu Xiaobin invited Ning Hui to dinner.

"Hmm,"

I murmured thoughtfully after listening, "It seems like trouble is bound to come knocking. It really is a problem."

"What's more serious is,"

Zeng Meimei's expression was quite serious at this point, although it contrasted rather comically with the way her hand kept playing with my limp penis, "At this class reunion, they did a written questionnaire. There were two interesting questions. One was whether you're still a virgin or not, and the other was to write down what you most want to say to a classmate right now, but you can only say it to one person."

"Heh, you classmates are quite something."

"I saw all the questionnaire answers. Although the questionnaire is anonymous, I still found the answers belonging to Lu Xiaobin and your wife."

"Ah?"

This undoubtedly piqued my curiosity. "Tell me what you answered!"

"The problem is serious,"

Zeng Meimei deliberately kept me in suspense.

"What's going on?"

"Lu Xiaobin is in a really tough spot right now. His personality is still so stubborn and extreme. And he's the only male classmate who filled in 'virgin.' That means for so long, for a completely impossible dream, he's been like a martyr, keeping himself pure for your wife, for the goddess of his dreams, completely torturing and destroying himself in an unbelievable way. Then in the second question, he wrote something that was clearly meant for your wife: 'If there is an afterlife, I will never let you leave my side, but I know there is no afterlife. If there is an afterlife, I will let you know what true happiness is... But, there really is no afterlife.'"

"What did my wife say? Oh, what did she write in the 'virgin' section?"

To hide the overwhelming sadness I felt upon hearing Lu Xiaobin's story, I quickly changed the subject.

"Hehe, did your wife write 'married' in the 'virgin' section?"

"Oh, then she must have said something to Lu Xiaobin."

"You know your wife best. She said: 'I'm so sorry, although I can't help you with your pain, my heartache for you is real, truly real.' She added three exclamation marks after 'truly real.' It's clear your wife can't let go of Lu Xiaobin's current situation. Of course, as a kind woman, Ning Hui's reaction is perfectly normal. The real problem is that on the night of the class reunion in the parking garage, he saw your wife kissing Bei Fang. He was deliberately following Ning Hui!"

"Hmm, I understand."

I suddenly felt things were getting serious.

"Okay, time for bed. Hold me while you sleep, dear Gong."

After saying that, Zeng Meimei curled up in my arms, her languid sexiness barely concealed, ready to fall asleep.

"Oh, I forgot something,"

Zeng Meimei suddenly said, opening her sleepy eyes.

"What is it?"

I was still lost in thought about this unexpected turn of events.

"Well, that guy with the bushy beard called me. He said he wants me to help him arrange a date with your wife sometime. You gave him my number, right? This guy seems to still have designs on your wife. But I think he's quite interesting and has a story, so let's get to know him first and see how things go. Don't worry, I'm watching, your wife won't suffer." These words

clearly indicated that Zeng Meimei had agreed to help the bushy beard pimp.

"Ah?"

I was startled; it turned out this guy was already secretly plotting something on an unseen front.

"Oh, I forgot to mention something. I've been meaning to ask you about it. I heard from the North that you eventually had him go and have a threesome with your wife. I asked him about it, and apparently, I heard that you didn't even serve your wife the food for a threesome. How can you call that a threesome?"

"Threesome?"

I didn't immediately understand what this Zeng Daxia was trying to mean by suddenly using that letter combination.

“Double penetration (vaginal and anal penetration simultaneously)? Are you stupid? It’s like a sandwich. You don’t even know this term? How dare you call yourself a cuckold?”

Zeng Meimei said, getting up and pulling a book from the bedside table. It was entirely in English, with a cover depicting a naked blonde-haired, blue-eyed man and woman having sex. The title was “Have More Fun in the Bed.” Then, Zeng Meimei opened the table of contents, pointed to two sections, and said to me, “Take these two parts and study them carefully. This book was brought back from abroad by Xiong Xiong.”

The two sections were: Besto Fanalsex and Threesome. After a while, Zeng Meimei, naked, fell asleep in my arms, completely oblivious to everything.

This lewd nap lasted about three hours. As soon as I left Zeng’s mansion with “Have More Fun in the Bed,” my phone received a text message.

I glanced at it and saw it was from Luo Xiaoyan: "Brother Nan, I'm back from my out-of-town performance. I have a feeling something's been going on with you lately. Please trust my intuition as a woman, and tell me the truth: does your wife know about us?"

Chapter 79: Watching the Show, and Spying on

Ning Zhufu. Ning Zhufu always believed in the philosophy that surprises always happen unexpectedly around the corner. It wasn't that Comrade Ning Zhufu liked to pretend; when I received Xiaoyan's text message, I, Que Shi, had just left the Zeng Mansion and was turning a corner...

The news of Xiao Yanzi's return was like a refreshing breeze, quickly reviving Ning Zhufu from the exhaustion of his intense physical battle with the wolf-like Zeng Daxia on the bed this sweltering afternoon. He felt refreshed and invigorated again. He had been so thirsty he was about to buy a bottle of Gatorade or 7UP to soothe his parched throat, but now, just thinking about Xiao Yanzi felt like a clear mountain spring flowing through his chest, soothing and invigorating. He even saved the four yuan he was paying for the drink.

The problem is, how is your brother Nan going to reply to your text message, Xiao Yanzi? Does your sister-in-law know about us? She knows from the beginning, and your brother Nan has been meeting you with her permission—I can tell you the truth, but will you believe me, Xiao Yanzi? I think calling your brother Nan and your sister-in-law crazy would be the least of your worries.

This truth is too bizarre; your brother Nan is afraid it will scare you, Xiao Yanzi.

So I quickly replied to the text message: "Xiaoyan, what are you thinking about? Your Nan-ge is still the same Nan-ge. I'm fine, everything is the same as before. To be honest, I'm so worried about you."

"Really? You're not lying to me? I miss you too. But I often dream that my sister-in-law knows about us and I can't be with you anymore."

Luo Xiaoyan replied quickly. So that's what she was worried about.

"Sigh, silly girl, you're worrying too much."

Then, after a struggle with my thoughts, I almost blurted out the truth, but I also felt that now wasn't the right time. So, at the end of the text message, I added this ambiguous, veiled sentence: "Your sister-in-law is a good person."

"It's precisely because my sister-in-law is a good person that I know how much it would hurt her if she knew about my relationship with you. No woman can bear her husband's betrayal. But right now, I feel I really can't live without you, even in this way. I'm so troubled; I feel like I'm the bad woman."

Sigh, I originally wanted to hint to Xiaoyanzi that her sister-in-law wouldn't be an obstacle in this matter, but I didn't expect Xiaoyanzi to interpret it as a good woman being hurt by her bad husband's betrayal and infidelity.

Even though I was anxious, I knew I couldn't do anything until I cleared up my relationship with Xiaoyanzi with my wife.

Before I could even figure out what to do, Luo Xiaoyan's text message came again, relentlessly: "Are you free tonight? I haven't seen you in so long, I want to see you. I'm at my apartment."

Then my head went blank—my brother Nan might have time for Xiaoyan, but without his sister-in-law's permission, he wouldn't dare come even if he had the guts of a leopard. Oh well, no choice but to resort to stalling tactics again, regardless of whether it would incur Xiaoyan's serious contempt and suspicion once more.

"Oh, I have a dinner appointment at work tonight, I'll try to cancel it, I'll confirm with you later."

Actually, Ning wasn't confirming whether he could cancel this fictitious dinner appointment, but rather to reapply for his wife's royal decree to date Xiaoyan.

"Okay, sure."

This time, Xiaoyan didn't say much. Perhaps she really missed her brother Nan terribly; even though she clearly sensed something was wrong with him, a few words were enough to make her forget everything. Women who seem independent like Xiaoyan often become silly in love.

I quickly hailed a taxi and rushed to the Ning Mansion. My strategy for today was that I didn't dare directly ask my wife again about Xiao Yanzi's matter. This unexpected troublemaker had been causing my wife a lot of distress these past few days, and that was the most important thing to resolve. I had to deal with this first before I could continue with the rest of the story. Things always have priorities, whether it's a conscious or unconscious act, a big case or a small case. In the Ning Mansion, putting my wife first is an unshakeable rule.

Before going home, I bought some groceries at the nearby market, hoping to prepare dinner early so my wife could enjoy it and we could properly discuss the problems the Ning Mansion was facing, including Xiao Yanzi and the others.

Unexpectedly, when I got home, I found Ning Hui curled up on the living room sofa, typing something on her laptop.

"Huh? Honey, why are you home so early today?"

I quickly put the two bags of groceries down in the kitchen and asked, full of surprise.

"Oh, I went out to run some errands this afternoon, and afterwards I didn't want to go back to the office, so I came home to write some copy."

Ning Hui stopped the clattering of her keyboard, gave me a good look, winked mischievously, and then said seriously, "I thought you weren't coming back. What's wrong? She didn't even invite you to stay for dinner or anything? Honey, you're so embarrassing."

"Of course not, honey, she did invite me, but I had to rush back to take care of you and cook for you."

After saying that, I snuggled up to Ning Hui and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Sigh, still the same old bad habit, all you do is sweet talk."

Ning Hui, cracking a joke, remarked that these little romantic gestures between Ning and her husband had become commonplace. Spending so much time with her seemingly irresponsible husband, Ning Hui had developed a taste for it, occasionally adding her own quips to his antics. Just

then, Ning Hui deliberately pushed herself away from me, wrinkled her nose, and gave me a serious sniff. Then she added something that shocked me: "Anyone who didn't know better would think that Zeng the Hero had come to our house! He dares to come home and hug his wife smelling like another woman! Go, go take a shower first!" Holy

crap, she could smell that? That's amazing! I was skeptical, genuinely bewildered, and was about to get up and go to the bathroom when I saw Ning Hui looking at me with a serious expression, finally bursting into laughter.

"Okay, you tricked me!"

Knowing he'd been teased by his wife, Ning quickly leaned in and tickled Ning Hui relentlessly under her armpits.

Ning Hui, in turn, grabbed a cushion from the sofa and retaliated by slapping Ning's face repeatedly, her cheerful, bell-like laughter echoing throughout the Ning mansion's living room...

After the commotion subsided, I finally held Ning Hui tightly, gently brushing a few stray strands of hair from my head and cheek. After a long while, I sighed softly, "Hmm, wife, I'm sorry you were startled."

"What's wrong?"

Ning Hui looked at my suddenly tender gaze, wondering what kind of sudden inspiration Ning was about to share.

“Meimei told me everything. Lu Xiaobin came to the class reunion, about what happened at the reunion, and about him having dinner with you the day before yesterday.”

“Hmm,”

Ning Hui’s eyes suddenly changed from clear and bright to cloudy and foggy, a look of sorrow suddenly appearing on her face. Then, with an expression that was hard to tell—whether it was grievance, fear, or some kind of unresolved feeling—she buried her face in my arms. “Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d worry, but Lu Xiaobin’s current situation is really scary.”

“Don’t be afraid, darling. He can’t do anything to you. Right now, I think he needs a therapist more.”

I comforted Ning Hui, who was sobbing slightly.

“I’m not afraid he can do anything to me. It’s just that seeing him ruin himself like this… I’m really so sad.”

Ning Hui finished speaking and looked at me with honest concern.

“It’ll be alright, honey. There’s nothing we can do about it. Everyone experiences heartbreak. Your husband went through a breakup before, and I was devastated. Now I’m grateful for that breakup, otherwise,”

I gently patted Ning Hui’s cheek, “I would have missed out on you, my wonderful wife. So, what Lu Xiaobin needs to do is face reality with a positive attitude.”

“But, it’s been so long… I don’t know what to do.”

“Some people have extreme personalities, but they’ll get over it. Honey, what you need to do now is try to avoid contact with him, okay? Try to give him as little stimulation as possible.”

“Okay, I understand, honey. But…”

Ning Hui nodded thoughtfully, but then swallowed the rest of her words.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to handle this,”

I gently patted Ning Hui’s back to comfort her.

But for some reason, when I said those words, the glorious image of Zeng Daxia inexplicably popped into my mind…

After this discussion with my wife about the Lu Yaojin incident, Ning Hui seemed much more at ease, at least in terms of her demeanor. She then chatted with me about other random topics that came to mind.

A smile occasionally appeared on her face—there was no time to lose; if we didn't bring up the next agenda item regarding Xiao Yanzi now, I was afraid that if I wanted to see Xiao Yanzi tonight, I could only hope that I'd dream about her.

So, I took out my phone, found the text message from Xiaoyanzi saying she wanted to see me, and then nervously held it out to Ning Hui, barely daring to breathe, looking like a schoolboy who had made a mistake: "Honey, look."

Ning Hui took the phone and looked at it for a while, then suddenly looked at me with a serious expression, which startled me: "What do you want?"

I stammered again, and seeing that the situation was not right, I quickly and skillfully put on that schoolboy's expression of sincere remorse: "What's wrong, honey? It's...it's what she asked for, I really didn't make such an unreasonable request."

"Slap!"

I saw Ning Hui bite her lip, her eyes looking like there was no room for negotiation, and she grabbed the phone back into my hand, "Are you out of your mind? You just...and you're going again tonight, can your body handle it? You're not allowed to go!"

Oh my god, so that's what my wife meant! Then my wife said something that made me stifle a laugh: "You think you're the emperor? You seem to be living a pretty comfortable life with all those concubines, huh?"

"No, honey, it's just that Little Swallow (a character from a popular TV show) just got back from her performance out of town. She said she hasn't seen me in ages..."

I protested.

"Anyway, you're not allowed to go, at least not today!"

Ning Hui said sternly.

Hearing my wife's serious reprimand, I, the thick-skinned Ning, secretly chuckled to myself—haha, I heard her say no, just not today! You know what I mean! As

long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to be found.

Goodness, I shut up now and obediently said, "Okay, if my wife doesn't allow me to go, then I don't allow me to go. I'll carry out my wife's decision 100%. Okay, honey, I'm going to cook

now." After saying that, I quickly grabbed my phone and ran to the kitchen. Although I was still a little disappointed, I managed to send a text message to Luo Xiaoyan with mixed feelings of joy and worry: "Xiaoyan, I really can't make it to dinner today. I'll contact you tomorrow!"

A little while later, Luo Xiaoyan replied with a text message, "Okay, sure :(". Seeing Xiaoyan's sad emoji at the end of the text message, my heart skipped a beat and I felt an indescribable pity.

A little while later, I finished cooking and ate with my wife. Just as I finished cleaning up and sat down next to my wife on the living room sofa who was watching TV, I was about to peel a banana to serve her some fruit after dinner when I heard Ning Hui's phone ring. As soon as Ning Hui opened it, I heard Zeng Meimei's sweet voice calling out on the phone: "Honey, have you eaten yet? I'm driving to your neighborhood soon, come down quickly!"

"What's wrong? What are you up to this time, always making these surprise calls? Why can't you just say so earlier? I didn't want to go anywhere today,"

Ning Hui replied irritably on the phone.

"Honey, this time I'm not dragging you shopping. Come on down! I'm only calling if you really like it. I got two tickets; let's go see a play! It's definitely the best in the area!"

"Huh?"

A fleeting glint of light appeared in Ning Hui's eyes. "What? What play?"

"Come on, you'll see when we get there. Come on down, I'm almost there."

Zeng Meimei hung up the phone without another word. Ning Hui couldn't do anything about the usually crazy and eccentric Zeng Meimei, but the program Zeng Meimei had arranged for tonight was somewhat tempting for her—as far as I know, Ning Hui was a true arts enthusiast in college, not only a great dancer but also a pillar of the school's drama club.

Ning Hui busied herself changing and getting ready to leave. Just as she was about to give her husband the usual goodbye kiss, he suddenly hugged her with a pleading face, looking pitiful, and said, "Wife, I want to go too."

"Sweetie, honey,"

Ning Hui patted my cheek, "Meimei said there are only two tickets."

"I'm not going to see a play,"

I quickly shook my head, "I mean I'm going...to Xiaoyanzi's place..."

Before Ning Hui could react, I quickly spread my hands in a vow gesture, "I promise, honey, I won't do anything there, just see her and chat. Please, honey, you're not home anyway."

"Sigh,"

Ning Hui sighed, displaying her famous helpless expression towards her shameless husband, "You really can't help it, Ning, you're really shameless."

After saying that, she turned around, took two steps, then turned back: "You absolutely can't do that, you hear me?"

"Mmm,"

I heard my wife finally give her permission, so I rushed over and gave her two hard pecks on the cheek, then

shouted, "Long live my wife!"

I rushed back to the house and excitedly prepared to head out to Luo Xiaoyan's apartment. I was just about to take out my phone to call Xiaoyanzi and tell her that I could come again. But Ning, a man who always believed that surprises come unexpectedly, suddenly had a thought: wasn't this the perfect opportunity to surprise Xiao Yanzi?

Just recently, when he and Luo Xiaoyan were deeply in love, Luo Xiaoyan noticed he'd gone to her apartment several times without finding him, so she specially made a key for me—which I'd kept in my briefcase and never used.

I quickly found the key, rushed out like a whirlwind, drove to a nearby florist and bought a bouquet of bright red, fresh, still-dripping roses, then drove towards Luo Xiaoyan's apartment.

I parked the car in the garage, grabbed the roses, and ran towards the apartment. As I passed the security guard's booth, lo and behold, the security guard who had once been my informant was on duty! Even though most of my face was covered by the roses he held to his chest, the guard still recognized me, then, somewhat incredulous, smiled at me like he was dumbfounded.

I greeted them, ignoring the security guard's strange expression, and rushed to the elevator, pressing the button...

A moment later, I arrived at Luo Xiaoyan's apartment. I carefully took out my key, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it as silently as possible.

The door opened smoothly, and when I tiptoed inside, I found the living room empty. Just as I was wondering if Xiaoyan had gone out again, I suddenly heard a woman's soft moan coming from the bedroom next to the living room. The sound was unmistakably from a woman in a sensual state, and it immediately made my heart race. What excited me even more was that I instantly recognized the voice—it was so familiar...

It was Luo Xiaoyan's!

My heart leaped into my throat, pounding so hard I felt like it would jump out of my chest. I gently placed the roses on the coffee table, my gaze involuntarily sweeping towards the bedroom door—the door was ajar. A surge of heat coursed through me, and my body instinctively tiptoed towards it.

From outside, I carefully chose an angle where I wouldn't be easily seen from inside, and then—or rather, peeked—I saw almost half of the bed exposed to my naked gaze.

I held my breath, almost hearing my heart pounding: inside, Luo Xiaoyan was straddling a naked man, her legs spread wide. Her back was to me, her long, flowing hair cascading down her shoulders as she moved against him, gracefully swaying against her tanned back. The lines of her back were long and alluring, her bones and flesh perfectly proportioned. The man's long, erect penis was hidden between Luo Xiaoyan's heaving and grinding buttocks. With the rhythmic undulation of their bodies, Luo Xiaoyan's moans grew louder: "Mmm...mmm..."

accompanied by crisp, fleshy slapping sounds...

In the intervals between Luo Xiaoyan's swaying movements, I finally saw the face of the man lying below—yes, it was Boss Qiu!

What's going on? I came here to be a surprise maker, but I've become a voyeur, peeping at someone's sex.

I immediately felt a surge of excitement. The scene before me completely lacked the discomfort and embarrassment I felt last time at Boss Qiu's villa, where I was invited to watch the same people perform a live sex show. Especially since I could clearly feel the obvious enjoyment in Luo Xiaoyan's body as she writhed on top of Boss Qiu, and her moans sounded genuinely joyful!

In particular, I clearly remember Luo Xiaoyan telling me that in her previous lovemaking with Boss Qiu, besides the standard, formulaic missionary position, she refused to use any other positions. Yet, what I saw before me was Xiaoyan so actively on top, making love with Boss Qiu—I must say, even in my own lovemaking with Xiaoyan, this position was quite uncommon. I

admit that the dramatic change before my eyes left me somewhat stunned. Was everything happening real?

It was so surreal that I was unable to recover for a long time, as if in a dream.

Suddenly, I felt my body go limp, and my penis instantly became erect. Then, a burning yet exquisite pleasure tingled from the head of my penis…

Subconsciously, I had already considered Xiaoyan my woman, though not my wife in name. But at this moment, my cuckoldry complex and pattern—a kind of "I'd rather die than not have sex with my wife"—was instantly ignited. A lover—was this really not just a legend?

A fleeting thought of wickedness crossed Ning Zhufu's mind, but it was instantly drowned out by the pleasurable tugging sensation in his penis...

Speaking of which, it's really hard to say who's cuckolding whom between Boss Qiu and Comrade Ning Zhufu. This is quite a good example, and I hope the academic community researching cuckoldry can provide a correct answer. At this point, Comrade Ning Zhufu couldn't care less about the question anymore. After a moment of reflection and sighing, proving once again the life philosophy that surprises always happen unexpectedly, he couldn't help but reach for his crotch...

I came here to be a surprise maker, but I've been surprised into becoming a voyeur watching someone's sex.

I couldn't see Boss Qiu's little head moving inside Little Swallow's body, but I could clearly see his bald head—this Boss Qiu is really something else, he actually took my suggestion to get a hairstyle like Grandpa Meng Fei's, and actually shaved his head completely.

Damn!

Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei watched the play in a small theater converted from a clubhouse, which could only accommodate about three hundred people. This small theater was said to be a base for a group of local theater enthusiasts to do some experimental plays and the like, and it also frequently hosted performances by well-known domestic and international theater companies.

Today, Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei watched a local original play, which had reportedly participated in a drama festival and even won an award. The play had a distinctly Western absurdist style, telling the story of a husband and wife who were both abroad, a young couple left behind in their hometown. All four were classmates, and the story unfolds from their first encounter to their entangled relationship, a complex web of emotions, humanity, and desire, reflecting the so-called spiritual dilemmas of modern people. Because the play deals with romantic relationships, even with the limitations of the theater's unique expressive style, the play's bold and unrestrained style was still evident. The dialogue was full of sexual innuendo and metaphors, both provocative and philosophical, offering a remarkably profound analysis of human nature. The most daring scene was when the male and female protagonists lay fully clothed on a lonely bed placed on the stage, their dialogue a battle of wits amidst ambiguity and desire, making for a thoroughly enjoyable viewing experience. Finally, when the male and female protagonists, bound by moral constraints and desperately suppressing their growing feelings and surging desires to uphold their marital vows, are preparing to rationally end their entanglement, their spouses abroad send divorce notices, informing them that they are getting back together… The entire story is highly dramatic and profoundly expresses the absurdity of life. Ning Hui was quickly drawn in by the plot and the actors' brilliant performances, completely immersed in the scenes and the pleasure of watching.

Meanwhile, the erotic scene in Luo Xiaoyan's bedroom continued to unfold…

A moment later, seemingly at Boss Qiu's signal, Luo Xiaoyan propped herself up on top of him, and Boss Qiu's erect penis slowly slid out from beneath her. The shaft of his penis gleamed with a fluorescent white light; undoubtedly, the thick fluid clinging to its base was from Luo Xiaoyan's body.

Boss Qiu gently pulled Luo Xiaoyan closer, and Luo Xiaoyan, like an obedient chick, obediently leaned down in front of him. Then, what happened next almost shocked Ning Zhufu to the point of utter disbelief: Luo Xiaoyan pouted mischievously, first pecking at Boss Qiu's bald head, then tenderly extending her lips to his. Boss Qiu, looking satisfied, naturally opened his mouth and covered Luo Xiaoyan's perfectly shaped and sensual lips with his own. Their lips met, deeply locked in a kiss, and the intertwining of their tongues clearly showed their tongues entwined, swirling in each other's mouths.

What's going on? Little Yanzi, don't provoke your brother Nan like that! Didn't you tell your brother Nan that you never wanted to kiss Boss Qiu—for a woman, in a sense, conquering her mouth is harder than conquering her vagina!

My body trembled involuntarily. Could it be that Little Swallow had really listened to her brother Nan's words...? Even though I had advised Little Swallow to be nicer to Boss Qiu in bed, when this scene actually unfolded, I found myself suddenly feeling a pang of sadness.

I really didn't know if the play my wife and Zeng Meimei went to see was exciting, but this live sex show unfolding before my eyes, like a surprise around the corner, was enough to shock me to the point of ecstasy—then, Luo Xiaoyan actually... actually slid her face down onto the man's still erect penis beneath her, then gently stroked it with her hand, then opened her mouth and took Boss Qiu's penis into her mouth, then began sucking on it with her head moving up and down...

Oh my god! Was this still, still my Little Swallow? In my trembling excitement, I really couldn't be sure if all this was because my advice had worked—and how I wished it were!

After sucking on Boss Qiu's penis for a while, Boss Qiu lifted Luo Xiaoyan's face and gestured for her to turn around—damn, right in front of me—so that Luo Xiaoyan could support herself on the bed with her hands, then raise her high-raised buttocks towards him.

I was almost breathless with excitement because I knew what was about to happen—Boss Qiu himself lifted himself up, his legs half-propped on the bed, and then, holding his still-erect penis, inserted it into Luo Xiaoyan's buttocks from behind.

"Ah—"

As Boss Qiu's penis entered Luo Xiaoyan's body from behind, I clearly heard Xiaoyan let out a moan that sounded like she was enjoying it!

Then, from slow to fast, Boss Qiu began to thrust forcefully from behind Luo Xiaoyan.

"Ah ah ah..."

With the rhythm of the slapping, Luo Xiaoyan's moans became somewhat uncontrollable, and every now and then, I could see Luo Xiaoyan's buttocks actively sticking to Boss Qiu's body, writhing around the huge object thrusting into her.

I was completely out of it, my mind a blank. I only felt my hand, unconsciously, gripping my erect penis tightly…

Xiao Yanzi's face was directly facing the bedroom door, and I could almost see the overflowing passion and pleasure in her eyes—and if I leaned forward even slightly, my eyes would be practically glued to hers! Holy crap

, eye contact! Eye contact! Eye contact! This thought drove me crazy, and as I watched Boss Qiu's thrusts quicken, his gaze fixed on his union with Xiao Yanzi—and then, Xiao Yanzi's body began to writhe from the intense thrusting, her moans growing louder and more unrestrained.

I knew Xiao Yanzi's climax under Boss Qiu's penis was imminent, and the thought of eye contact in my mind only intensified, like magic!

"Ahhh!"

Luo Xiaoyan's joyful moans were like a summons—but Boss Qiu was still busy working on Xiaoyan's back...

Finally, driven by some kind of magic, I couldn't control myself and stumbled half a body length towards the bedroom door—and that half body length was enough, enough for Luo Xiaoyan's eyes to suddenly fill with her Nan-gege's face!

"Ah?"

Luo Xiaoyan almost instinctively let out a scream that was clearly different from the joyful moans she had just made under Boss Qiu's penis, and in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, I saw disbelief and terror at the sudden appearance of Nan-gege's face!

"Slap slap slap!"

Boss Qiu, engrossed in his work, seemed oblivious to the changing situation. His frantic thrusting had reached its peak, and Luo Xiaoyan's body began to writhe violently—"Ahhh!" This time, Luo Xiaoyan's screams were an almost uncontrollable reaction to the rapid thrusting. Then, with an even deeper penetration, Boss Qiu's body convulsed and he ejaculated inside Luo Xiaoyan. Clearly, Luo Xiaoyan seemed to be trying to control something, but the screams she let out made that control seem utterly futile! Luo Xiaoyan's orgasm arrived uncontrollably—and in the midst of her extreme climax, her terrified eyes never left me.

When I knew for certain that Xiao Yanzi's climax was approaching, my penis instantly sprang to life in my pants, bursting forth as I vigorously squeezed it with my fingers…

The nearly two-hour play seemed to fly by, nearing its end. At that moment, Zeng Meimei nudged Ning Hui, who was still engrossed in the play, with her elbow: “Honey, how was it? Didn’t it make you feel like you came for nothing?”

“Mmm,”

Ning Hui finally snapped out of her reverie and instinctively replied, “It was really good. The people who wrote and directed this play are incredibly talented.”

“Oh, really that good?”

Zeng Meimei raised an eyebrow, as if deliberately making that remark.

“Really, now I realize how childish all the stuff our school drama club did back then was. How come I didn’t know there was such a place to see such a good play? Where did you get the tickets?”

“Oh, a friend gave them to me,”

Zeng Meimei replied nonchalantly.

A moment later, the play ended, and in the final segment, the cast and crew came out together to thank the audience. Then, the host announced, "Please give a warm round of applause to Mr. Niu Niu, the playwright and director of this play!"

A burly man with a thick beard staggered onto the stage.

"Huh? How...how is it him? He looks so familiar."

Ning Hui was startled as she looked at the man on stage, muttering to herself in disbelief.

"Yes, that's him,"

Zeng Meimei chimed in from the side, then looked at Ning Hui seriously and smiled, "Oh, isn't he the bearded guy Ye Ai met that night?"

"Huh?"

Ning Hui's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Yes, it's him."

After the show, Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei were holding hands and about to leave the theater when a man's voice suddenly came from behind: "Ladies, please wait a moment."

When the two ladies turned around, they saw the bearded man, Brother Niu, the star of the show tonight, standing there with a silly grin, and then said with great manners: "Could you two ladies do me the honor of having a late-night snack together? And while you're at it, could you give us some feedback on our show?"

Chapter

80: Lu Xiaobin's Counterattack

Ning Hui never expected that Brother Niu, oh, now we should call him Director Niu, would have such a hidden weapon after the main show. But Ning Hui, out of the proper reserve expected of a lady and a respectable family, and perhaps also because of the unbearable embarrassment of being groped by Niu Ge, who was still a stranger at the time—how could she have let a stranger touch her there? Ning Hui felt it was all the fault of that damned Zeng Daxia and her perverted husband, Ning Zhufu. Without their encouragement, she would never have been so indulgent that night—what was even more shameful was that she had actually been bewitched that night and had the urge to go to a hotel with Niu Ge for a one-night stand. The thought crossed her mind; if it weren't for that last hurdle in her heart, perhaps…

Ning Hui felt incredibly embarrassed, her face flushed and her heart pounding. She murmured, “Oh, it’s too late…”

Before she could finish, Zeng Meimei exclaimed from the side, “Hey, hey, I’m actually quite hungry! We should accept your offer, Director Niu is a celebrity, you know, he’s giving us face.”

Zeng Meimei nudged Ning Hui with her elbow, “Come on, honey, eating something won’t take much longer. Anyway, your husband knows you’re with me, so he probably won’t have any worries.”

"Hehe, alright then,"

Director Niu knew what to do next, revealing a set of white teeth hidden in his beard, his smile dazzling. "What kind of celebrity am I? It's my honor that you two beauties would grace us with your presence. How about we eat something light, like some congee? I know a seafood congee place that's pretty good. It's good for a girl's skin."

"Wow, great idea! I love seafood the most!"

Zeng Meimei's face immediately lit up with a smile.

Damn it, Zeng Meimei, listen carefully before you laugh! He's treating us to seafood congee, not seafood...

After saying that, Director Niu turned around and gestured for the two beauties to follow him. Ning Hui then pinched Zeng Meimei's arm: "Are you trying to die? Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?" "

Hehe,"

Zeng Meimei still laughed carefree, "Isn't it good to be treated to a meal? I'm really hungry."

Director Niu didn't drive his own car; the three of them rode in Zeng Meimei's car to the seafood congee place he mentioned. Although this restaurant, called "Eat Good Congee Tonight," is a street food stall, it mainly serves seafood, with congee being a side dish. The most expensive congee on their menu costs around a hundred yuan a serving.

I ordered shrimp congee and crab congee, along with several plates of braised dishes and cold appetizers. There's a certain kind of comfort in enjoying seafood congee in the cool summer breeze of the street—wow, what a feeling!

As for Brother Niu, the two women dining with him were practically the Brigitte Lin and Maggie Cheung of this city. This guy wasn't just comfortable; he was downright arrogant and infuriating. If some loser, extremely dissatisfied with the scene, suddenly appeared and chopped Brother Niu up with a knife, there would probably be more sympathy for the chopman.

The table was a small round table, so it didn't matter who sat next to whom; no matter how you looked at it, Director Niu always seemed to be between the two beauties.

"This porridge is so delicious! Wow!"

Zeng Meimei didn't care that the porridge was still piping hot when it was served and took a big gulp. Then she fanned her mouth with her hand, whether she was really burned or just enjoying it—where was the slightest bit of restraint in her expression? Food and sex are human nature, is it that Zeng Meimei is always so generous when it comes to these two things?

Ning Hui, on the other hand, presented a completely different scene. She slowly and gracefully stirred the porridge in the bowl with her small spoon, making it steamy, but she didn't put a bite in her mouth for a long time. She would also occasionally bite her lip in annoyance and roll her eyes at Zeng Meimei, who seemed to have not eaten seafood porridge for hundreds of years.

"Phew—"

Zeng Daxia took another big gulp, this time it was crab meat. Everyone thought she was going to exclaim how delicious it was, but Zeng Meimei spoke up instead, surprisingly bringing up tonight's play. "Director Niu, your play is undeniably excellent, but there are a few things I didn't quite understand."

"What's wrong?"

Director Niu immediately asked in a very amiable tone.

"Then the last scene, the one where there's only one bed on the whole stage, and the male and female leads are sleeping on it chatting, should have been the climax of the whole play, but after watching for a while, I almost had a heart attack. What were these two babbling about? It's just going to bed, but they kept going on and on about religion, history, philosophy, and poetry. Aren't they tired? The thing is, after all that babbling, why don't they just do something else? In the end, all we saw was a couple of hugs, but you couldn't even tell if they kissed or not. They just gestured and did nothing. Tell me, Director Niu, aren't you deliberately torturing people?"

"Pfft,"

Ning Hui, who had been stirring the spoon for ages, finally managed to get a spoonful of shrimp porridge into her mouth. Hearing Zeng Daxia's bizarre and grandiose argument, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, almost spitting out the porridge in her mouth in a very unladylike way. "Do you even want anyone to eat?"

"What? I'm serious."

Zeng Daxia looked completely innocent.

"Hehehe,"

Director Niu laughed heartily, then turned to look at Ning Hui, who was looking down, "Miss Ning, what do you think? If both of you beauties say you didn't understand it, then I guess I'll have to redirect this play."

"Hmm,"

Ning Hui replied, a barely perceptible hint of panic fading after Director Niu directly called her name, before she offered a polite smile. Although the Director Niu before her now gave the impression of being a completely different person with a different beard, the image of him groping her that night remained vivid in her mind. Ning Hui felt that the fact that a stranger had touched her genitals in that situation had already given her a strange, inexplicable thrill, enough to make her feel like she didn't recognize herself. What surprised her even more was that the lewd image that should have been associated with a beard had miraculously vanished after tonight's play—so much so that for a long time, Ning Hui couldn't connect the beard of that night with the one before her, Director Niu's. In Ning Hui's eyes, tonight's play was absolutely brimming with charisma—oh, I misspoke, brimming with talent.

Even though Ning Hui genuinely praised the play, she spoke only casually: "Hmm, I think it was alright. The last scene was probably the highlight of the whole play, and it was handled quite well."

Then, Director Niu's face displayed an expression of unbelievable happiness, like someone who had found a wallet at some unknown street corner. But Director Niu was a worldly man; even though he was thrilled by the goddess's praise of his work, he maintained a calm, expressionless face: "Hehe, Miss Ning, do you really think so?"

"Yes, yes, how is it the essence? How is it handled well? I'd love to hear the guidance of our talented young lady from the Foreign Languages Institute."

Zeng Daxia, whether intentionally or not, exclaimed with a particularly serious expression.

"You're the talented one,"

Ning Hui glared at Zeng Daxia, annoyed. She lowered her head, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Hey, don't be so modest, dear,"

Zeng Daxia deliberately turned his face towards Director Niu, acting like a helpful neighborhood auntie introducing someone to a potential partner. "Our Ning Da beauty, well, let's not even talk about her looks, seeing is believing! Back in the Foreign Languages Department, she was truly one of the most talented women. Not only were her academic grades excellent, but she was also incredibly gifted in the arts. Her dancing was phenomenal; at every college gala or performance, she drove all the boys crazy. She was also a great writer, and a pillar of our college's drama club."

"Oh my! Oh my!"

Zeng Daxia suddenly exclaimed in surprise as soon as he finished speaking.

It turned out that Ning Hui was pinching Zeng Meimei's arm: "So much food can't shut you up?"

"I'm just telling the truth. Why are you pinching me?"

"Really?"

Director Niu's eyes lit up completely, his heart pounding. "I didn't expect Miss Ning to like drama so much. The drama club of the Foreign Languages Institute is quite famous among the universities in this city. I even know a few of the teachers there. It's just a pity I didn't get to see Miss Ning as a leading lady. Maybe you had already graduated when I met them."

"Don't listen to her nonsense."

Ning Hui then looked up at Director Niu and smiled slightly. "What leading lady? We're just joking around. We can't compare to you professionals."

"Hehe, Miss Ning is too modest. There's no such thing as professional or amateur in art. There's only..."

Director Niu paused, then took a sip of tea instead of porridge, "...the difference between true art and pseudo art."

"Hmm,"

Ning Hui nodded thoughtfully, clearly admiring Director Niu's insight.

"So, art actually exists in everyone's heart; it's just a matter of how you express it to the world."

"Like Rodin said, we don't lack beauty, but rather the eyes to see it, right?"

This time, Ning Hui smiled with a hint of relief.

"Hehe, yes, that's exactly what I mean."

Director Niu also smiled broadly and nodded quickly.

Who knows if that's what he originally meant? The two sentences were clearly somewhat incoherent. No wonder Master Zeng couldn't swallow his porridge after taking a sip; he was completely confused by the coded conversation between the two people next to him, which was full of such philosophical symbols.

"Hehe, Miss Ning, what roles did you play in the school drama club?"

Now Director Niu had finally found a topic to talk about.

“Hmm,”

Ning Hui thought for a moment, then sipped her porridge instead of tea, “I’ve played a few roles here and there, in a bit of randomness.”

“Like?”

“Fan Yi in *Thunderstorm*!”

Zeng Daxia quickly chimed in, still with porridge in his mouth, “Ning Hui won Best Actress at the university arts festival for that role back then.”

“Hehehe, that role is the most outstanding and challenging in *Thunderstorm*.”

At this moment, Director Niu’s gaze, besides the worship of a goddess, held a completely different sense of mutual appreciation between industry insiders.

“Yes, playing Fan Yi was quite tiring.”

Ning Hui still smiled faintly.

“What about others?”

“Hmm, Jane Eyre, Lin Daojing in *Song of Youth*, and… oh, Blanche…”

Ning Hui recalled each character as she thought.

"Oh? You even challenged a role like Blanche in 'A Streetcar Named Desire'?"

"Yes, Blanche in 'A Streetcar Named Desire.'

But we only rehearsed a segment, not the whole play."

"Hehe, Ms. Ning, you're truly impressive. You know, 'A Streetcar Named Desire' has a bible-like status in the theater world; even many professional actors are intimidated by it."

"Tch, now you know how amazing our beautiful and talented Ning is, right? Let me tell you, she played Blanche entirely in English, and her pronunciation completely stunned our academy's foreign teacher."

Zeng Daxia chimed in with her comments, but she finished her seafood porridge the fastest.

"Wow, I'm impressed."

Director Niu, hearing Zeng Daxia's exclamation, now truly felt that the goddess in front of him was not only beautiful but also incredibly talented.

"Don't listen to her nonsense."

Ning Hui reached out and scooped up a spoonful of porridge to shut Zeng Meimei up.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect Miss Ning to have such expertise in drama. I really need to learn a lot from Miss Ning."

Well, Miss Ning, Director Niu even changed his address. How fitting!

"How dare I presume to teach my humble skills before Director Niu?"

Ning Hui paused, then spoke with particular sincerity, "Tonight's play was truly excellent. This is real professionalism; ours was just a joke."

"No, actually, the audience's judgment is the ultimate measure of art,"

Director Niu seemed to be feeling a bit hot, as a button on his t-shirt was undone at some point, revealing a bit of dark chest hair. "I really must listen attentively to Ms. Ning's insightful comments on tonight's play."

"Hehe, as I've already said, this play was truly excellent, even perfect, especially the last scene. The dramatic assumptions were very strong, yet it so realistically drew the audience's emotions into those assumptions."

"Yes, the assumptions of drama are the foundation upon which drama exists."

"Yes, the realistic sense of situation combined with the essential ritualistic feel of drama was excellent, especially the dialogue, which was very powerful, profound, and poetic, often striking a chord with your soul."

"Yes, dialogue is the soul of a play."

"Moreover, all the actions and expressions use ambiguity and deliberate ambiguity to highlight the fiery passion in the hearts of the male and female protagonists."

Ning Hui paused deliberately here, then rolled her eyes at Zeng Meimei. "If the script had written that the male and female protagonists actually did *that*, the whole drama would have been ruined. So the way it's handled in the drama is very well done, and it portrays human nature, especially the feelings between the male and female protagonists, in a very realistic and profound way."

Zeng Meimei now realized that Ning Hui's last words were a complete dig at her. Just as she was about to shout, she heard Director Niu slap his thigh and then yell, "Come on! Miss Ning, this drink must be finished! This... forgive me, I'm so excited I can't even speak. This... this is truly something I understand! A kindred spirit! Listening to this feels like reviewing what I wrote in my director's notes!"

"Cheers! Where's the wine? How about some porridge?"

Hearing Director Niu's excited reaction, Zeng Meimei immediately changed to a louder tone.

"Porridge it is!"

After saying that, Director Niu picked up his porridge bowl and held it out to Ning Hui for a toast. Seeing that she couldn't refuse, Ning Hui had no choice but to pick up her porridge bowl, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's a real pity Miss Ning didn't take this route."

Director Niu picked up his bowl of congee and downed it in one gulp, his excitement at discovering a new continent evident, much like the few chest hairs peeking out from his chest, now impossible to conceal...

When the seafood congee meal was finished, a tally was taken, and it turned out that Zeng Daxia had devoured most of it. But Zeng Daxia only had a bountiful stomach; the real spiritual bounty belonged to Director Niu, and perhaps also to Ning Hui, the former star of the Foreign Languages Academy's drama club—and the matchmaker was undoubtedly the seafood congee, Zeng Daxia who had devoured most of it, and... drama.

After the late-night snack, Director Niu, in high spirits, drove Zeng Daxia's car, dropping off the two beauties at their homes.

After a brief moment of blurred consciousness, feeling my penis ejaculating in my pants amidst Xiao Yanzi's intense orgasmic moans, I saw the complexity in Xiao Yanzi's eyes; the extreme pleasure of her body made that fear suddenly appear alluring in my eyes.

Just then, I felt Boss Qiu's gaze sweep over me, so I quickly yelled "Retreat!" and slipped back behind the bedroom door.

Then, just as I had come in, I tiptoed out of the apartment—not forgetting to take the bouquet of roses I had intended to surprise Xiao Yanzi.

When I passed the security guard's booth again, the guard on duty gave me another strange, silly grin. That's when I realized: he was reminding me that there was already a man living in Xiao Yanzi's apartment.

I gave the guard a wry smile, handed him the roses, and drove straight home.

This was the first time in my life I'd bought roses for a man.

Damn.

Back at Ning Mansion, Yi Ai quickly took a shower, only to find herself feeling weak and lacking energy. She'd been sexually assaulted twice at Zeng Mansion, and then watched as other women had sex with each other at Luo Xiaoyan's apartment – three times that afternoon and evening! It was perfectly normal for Ning, with his small frame, to feel a bit sore and tired.

Just then, she heard a text message coming in, which made her frantic. She quickly put her semen-stained underwear in the bathroom tub and didn't bother to clean it up.

The text message was indeed from Xiao Yanzi: "Brother Nan, I'm sorry, didn't you say you couldn't come? Then he said he wanted to come, saying he hadn't seen me in a long time, so I agreed to let him come. I really didn't mean tonight, Brother Nan, don't be angry!"

I could see Xiao Yanzi's anxiety in the message, but I felt surprisingly at peace, except for a slight pang of sadness. I quickly replied: "Xiao Yanzi, when did your Brother Nan tell you I was angry? Brother Nan really isn't angry."

"You're really not angry? You're not lying to me?"

"I swear I'm not lying to you. He's still at the apartment, right? Don't think too much, get some sleep. I'll contact you tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, he's still there. He'll stay at my place tonight. I'm so glad you're not angry, Brother Nan. You don't know how anxious I was just now, I almost cried."

"Be nice to him. He's really good to you. Goodnight, my Xiao Yanzi."

After thinking for a while, I finally sent the message that I had hesitated to write for so long.

A little while later, Luo Xiaoyan's text message came back, filling me with mixed feelings, yet also a sense of relief. Xiaoyan's reply was completely silent, just a smiley face: ":".

Then, feeling weak and aching, I called my wife and heard she was coming home soon, before collapsing onto my pillow and falling into a deep sleep. I had no idea when Ning Hui returned; I only vaguely remembered my wife getting into bed, and as I reached out to pull her into my arms, I found nothing...

The next day, Ning Hui went to work, her usual busy day. After work, she went to the parking lot to get her car, but as soon as she arrived, she suddenly noticed someone next to her car. Ning Hui tensed up instantly—it was Lu Xiaobin again!

Ning Hui bit her lip, determined not to pay him any attention. She walked straight to the car door as if she hadn't seen

him, opened it, and was about to get in when Lu Xiaobin blocked the door and said, "Ning Hui, I was wrong that day. I'm sorry." Even though she didn't want to look at him, the bandage wrapped around Lu Xiaobin's hand clearly caught Ning Hui's eye. Her heart softened instantly. Her gaze followed the bandage to the back of Lu Xiaobin's hand, and despite telling herself a thousand times not to say anything, her mouth involuntarily murmured, "Your hand, is it alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

Lu Xiaobin's eyes were red, clearly indicating he hadn't slept well.

"That's good,"

Ning Hui tried to smile to ease the heavy atmosphere she felt upon seeing Lu Xiaobin, but she couldn't manage a smile. "You wanted to see me? Is there something you need?"

"I..."

Lu Xiaobin opened his mouth for a long time but didn't utter a sound, followed by a suffocating silence.

At this time, Ning Hui's colleagues, some leaving work, also came to drive home. Several of them had seen Lu Xiaobin come to see Ning Hui before, and they all cast strange glances at the two of them, whose atmosphere was clearly awkward.

Ning Hui felt that continuing the stalemate in such a sensitive place as the company was not a solution, so she looked at Lu Xiaobin's face and said softly, "What's wrong? Let's talk in the car."

Then Lu Xiaobin got into the passenger seat, and Ning Hui drove out of the company.

The car sped along, but the silence inside remained unbearable.

After a while, Ning Hui parked the car at an intersection, where there happened to be a parking area. A few cars were parked around there.

Ning Hui stopped her car by the roadside, took out her phone, and texted Lu Xiaobin, "Xiaobin, I have to turn right at the next intersection to go home. Let's talk here."

The text was addressed to Zeng Meimei: "Meimei, I'm at the xx intersection. Lu Xiaobin is at our company again, in my car now."

After another suffocating silence, Lu Xiaobin finally spoke, enunciating each word clearly: "Ning Hui, I just wanted to tell you a decision. I'm going to end my teaching stint there, and I'm coming back."

"Oh,"

Ning Hui's heart tightened instinctively, sensing an unspoken message. "Great, coming back to work is nice too."

"No, what I really wanted to say was,"

sure enough, Lu Xiaobin's real intention was, "this time I'm coming back, I want to pursue you again."

"Ah?"

Ning Hui suddenly felt breathless. "Xiaobin, please don't do this! I already have a husband."

"But you're not happy!"

Lu Xiaobin suddenly raised his voice.

"I..."

Ning Hui wanted to say something, but suddenly didn't know how to start. A wave of helplessness washed over her. Could she really tell him she'd found a husband with a cuckold fetish? Ning Hui paused, then bit her lip, steeling herself, and said, "Xiaobin, please don't have such thoughts, okay? There's no possibility between us."

"You can be with others, but not with me? Is he more handsome or richer than me?"

Lu Xiaobin practically roared this time.

Ning Hui understood what Lu Xiaobin meant. The "others" he was referring to were Zeng Beifang, who had picked her and Zeng Meimei up that night at the class reunion and then shared a passionate kiss with her in the parking garage, which Lu had witnessed. Ning Hui's face flushed red and then pale, but she simply shook her head, genuinely at a loss for words.

"Huh? Answer me! Why can others be with me but not me?"

Seeing Ning Hui's silence, Lu Xiaobin pressed on!

“Okay, okay, I’m a bad woman.”

Ning Hui finally took a deep breath, then said in a trembling voice, “Just... just consider me a bad woman, okay? Forget about me. I have my own life now, and you should have your own life too.”

“No!”

Lu Xiaobin’s voice almost lifted the roof of the car. “I won’t give up!”

Ning Hui bit her lip, but it was clear that she was extremely conflicted. Then she said in a very soft but firm voice, “Please get out of the car. I want to go home.”

At this moment, Lu Xiaobin’s face, which was somewhat distorted by his impulsiveness, was staring at Ning Hui, his chest heaving violently, as if he hadn’t heard anything.

That look was so frightening. Before Ning Hui could think of how to react, Lu Xiaobin leaped up from the side like a hungry tiger, rushed towards Ning Hui, and tightly hugged her body with both hands. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his hands wrapped around Ning Hui’s upper body were tightly wrapped around her soft but firm breasts.

Ning Hui was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and denim shorts that perfectly accentuated her long, beautiful legs—making her exposed skin a prime target for Lu Xiaobin's sudden attack, who was clearly out of his mind.

"Ah!"

Ning Hui screamed instinctively. After a brief moment of stunned silence, she frantically tried to push Lu Xiaobin away. "You... what are you doing?"

But Ning Hui's struggles were like leaves in the wind before Lu Xiaobin, whose emotions had been completely twisted and suppressed for years, now making him like a roaring bull.

Despite her feeble resistance, Ning Hui didn't stop. Just as she was about to utter the standard SOS, "Help!", Lu Xiaobin suddenly grabbed her and let out a beastly growl, his body trembling violently. Then Ning Hui felt a sharp, hammer-like object, encased in fabric, press tightly against her thigh, followed by intense grinding and throbbing...

She instantly understood what was happening! Ning Hui's mind went blank. All she heard was Lu Xiaobin's heavy breathing, and all she saw was Lu Xiaobin's face, buried against her chest, flushed a purplish-red that ran down to his neck.

Ning Hui gasped for breath, closing her eyes and swallowing the word "help" back down her throat. She could only silently feel Lu Xiaobin's trembling body as he held her.

Suddenly, something fell out of Lu Xiaobin's pocket as he shifted. Ning Hui looked closely and saw a photograph, lying face up next to the car seat—in the photo, Lu Xiaobin was surrounded by a group of children from the mountains, wearing red scarves, his face beaming with a radiant smile Ning Hui hadn't seen in a long time!

Looking at that smiling face, Ning Hui's nose stung, and tears welled up in her eyes…

After a long while, Lu Xiaobin finally regained his composure and released Ning Hui. Just as he sat back down in the seat next to her, a series of knocking sounds came from outside the car window.

Ning Hui quickly rolled down the car window and saw a serious-looking police officer salute her. He then glanced warily at Lu Xiaobin beside him before speaking, "Officer, I'm a patrol officer from the nearby patrol station. We heard some unusual calls from inside the car, so we came to check. Is something wrong?"

"Oh, no...nothing's wrong,"

Ning Hui quickly replied, trying to hide her panic.

"Are you sure nothing's wrong? Who is this? Your husband? Your boyfriend?"

The police officer seemed unconvinced by Lu Xiaobin's suspicions and made a gesture as if ready to apprehend him.

"Nothing's wrong, officer. He's my...boyfriend. We just...we just had a little tiff."

"Oh,"

the seemingly responsible officer's gaze softened, and he said to Lu Xiaobin, "Young man, your girlfriend is so beautiful, can't you be a little gentler with her?"

With that, the officer grinned at Ning Hui and walked away.

After a long while, Lu Xiaobin, who seemed still shaken, appeared to come to his senses, muttering, "I...I'm sorry."

Ning Hui didn't speak, but silently picked up the photo that had fallen under the seat, looked at it in her hand, and then put it in Lu Xiaobin's t-shirt pocket, saying softly, "You can get out of the car now, I'm going home. Find yourself a girlfriend."

Lu Xiaobin stared blankly at Ning Hui, then silently opened the car door and got out...

Ning Hui's mind went blank, only a tear rolled down the corner of her moist eye. Ning Hui ignored it, letting it flow down her cheek and neck...

After a long time, Ning Hui remained motionless in the car, when she heard a series of knocks on the car window—this time it was Zeng Meimei.

"Honey, what's wrong? Did Lu Xiaobin do anything to you? Where is he?"

Zeng Meimei got into the car and started knocking on Ning Hui's red eyes.

Ning Hui shook her head with a wry smile, looked closely at Zeng Meimei, and muttered to herself, as if asking a question, "Meimei, you told me Lu Xiaobin is still a virgin, is that true?"...

I had already prepared dinner at home and was waiting for my wife to come home, but Ning Hui called

a little while later saying she was eating out with Zeng Daxia. Damn it, I thought to myself, this isn't a best friend, they're practically lesbians now. And earlier today, Luo Xiaoyan sent me a text saying her brother's case is in court tomorrow and she wants me to go with her, saying if I don't go it means I'm really angry about what happened the other day. I was just thinking about how to ask my wife for permission.

A little while later, Ning Hui came home, her expression quite calm, though she seemed a little listless.

After going to bed, I finally brought up the matter of meeting with Luo Xiaoyan again, but this time I wasn't greeted by an understanding and sympathetic woman, but by a typical tigress!

"Again? Ning, you seem to be plotting a rebellion lately, aren't you? I haven't even had a chance to scold you yet. Tell me, what happened last night?"

"What happened?"

I was completely taken aback.

"Are you playing dumb? Last night, after I came back and took a shower, I was about to wash your underwear, and it was covered in... covered in... Didn't I tell you not to do that? Now you dare to ignore your wife's words, huh? What happened to all that... all that stuff on your underwear?"

Ning Hui's almond-shaped eyes widened as she spoke, looking very fierce.

"Huh?"

Now I realized what she meant, my head buzzed, and I stood there dumbfounded, realizing things had gotten even worse...

Chapter 81: My Wife's Chrysanthemum

Sigh, damn it, my underwear made me and ruined me. Last time my wife was washing my underwear and found the same semen I'd ejaculated while masturbating, she had a burst of maternal love and finally agreed to let me and Xiao Yanzi have sex, allowing me to become a citizen who could light lamps (a euphemism for promiscuous men). That's when I got my "Ning Mansion adulterer license," gloriously transforming from Ning the cook to Ning the lecher... And today, the same semen in my underwear, the same masturbation while watching someone else make love, maybe even the same panties, huh? But now, my wife in front of me has a face with furrowed brows and her chest heaving like waves of wheat.

Although my wife's angry appearance has a unique charm, quite alluring, I didn't dare admire her beauty at that moment. I barely dared to breathe and quickly apologized, "Wife, I...I was wrong. Can I kneel on the keyboard?"

But inwardly, I was groaning, "Wife, why are you being so diligent?"

"Kneeling on the washboard won't do!"

My wife's stubbornness flared up, her expression very much like Ning Hulan's, her eyes glaring at me, asking how I was going to explain this time.

Last time, when I was raped by Miss Qiu, my wife, with her great humanitarian spirit, was lenient with me. But today, judging from the situation, she wasn't going to try anything funny—well, I'd better confess.

"Wife, I'll confess everything, and try to get leniency from the government."

I knew that the Ning Mansion People's Government was my wife, and my wife was the Ning Mansion People's Government.

Then, I recounted Luo Xiaoyan's tragic life story in a rhythm almost like the erhu piece "Moon Reflected in the Second Spring." I recounted almost every detail truthfully: how Xiao Yanzi was raped and defiled by her half-brother, yet she repaid kindness with her own body to save him; how Boss Qiu helped her; how Xiao Yanzi repaid him with her body; how I spied on Xiao Yanzi and Boss Qiu in a secret room at Boss Qiu's villa, witnessing their almost necrophiliac lovemaking; and how I later enlightened Xiao Yanzi, changing her attitude towards Boss Qiu in bed; until that night when I witnessed Xiao Yanzi and Boss Qiu making love, I couldn't help but erupt with intense passion, leading to uncontrollable ejaculation. Finally, I asked my wife very seriously, "Tell me, honey, in this situation, did I cheat on Boss Qiu, or did Boss Qiu cheat on me?"

"You..."

Ning Hui was about to say something, her emotions overflowing with sympathy for Xiao Yanzi's misfortune, but she was stunned by her husband's question, "Husband Ning...you're too weird! Who cheated on whom? Are you really that enthusiastic? Honey, you haven't had enough trouble, now you're messing with your little lover too? When will you ever stop?"

She shook her head, completely helpless against her shameless husband, her arched eyebrows drooping into delicate willow brows. Seeing this,

I immediately rushed over and hugged Ning Hui: "Honey, look how pitiful she is! Your husband's sympathy has exploded! I'll see this through to the end, I can't just stand by and watch her suffer!"

"Go away,"

Ning Hui punched me a few times, but the punches were like a light tap, barely tickling me. Then she snorted, "What's wrong with her? Didn't you say she was enjoying it? And you even said you were saving her? What do you mean? Are you going to marry her as a concubine?"

I quickly kissed Ning Hui on the lips before she finished speaking, trying to stop her: "No, no, I wouldn't dare have such thoughts, wife. Those feudal ideas about having multiple wives and concubines have long been completely eradicated from my mind. Really, wife, I just feel sorry for Luo Xiaoyan. Regardless of whether you think your husband is a pervert or not, after your husband's guidance, Xiaoyan's situation is always improving. I saw the stark difference between Xiaoyan and Boss Qiu's lovemaking moments. In this world, anything involving sexual favors is basically a tragedy. Your husband has turned it into a comedy, isn't that good?"

"Sigh, how come you always seem to be right about everything? I know you're just being twisted, but..."

Ning Hui sighed, completely defeated by her husband, probably thinking to herself how she ended up with such a shameless and eccentric husband!

"So, will you allow me to go tomorrow, honey?"

Ning Hui didn't say yes or no, but just looked at me carefully and asked, "Is Boss Qiu planning to marry her?" "

Oh, that's another story. Boss Qiu says he's too rough and unworthy of Luo Xiaoyan."

"Oh,"

Ning Hui suddenly blinked, seemed to understand something, and said something that almost made my jaw drop. Ning Hui said, "How about we invite her over for a meal sometime? This girl is really kind, and quite pitiful."...

The next day at noon, I arrived at Luo Xiaoyan's apartment at the agreed time, ready to accompany her to court. Her brother's case was going to trial that afternoon, and it was said that the verdict would be announced in court that day.

Luo Xiaoyan looked radiant, but upon seeing me, she was initially surprised, standing there unsure what to do, softly murmuring, "Brother Nan, you...you really came?"

"Perhaps I'm not a fake after all?"

I offered a smile as bright as the sun that day, then opened my arms.

Luo Xiaoyan's long-held longing for her Brother Nan was finally resolved, and she almost excitedly threw herself into my arms—oh, I misspoke, whenever I hugged Xiaoyan, it felt like I was nestled in her arms; her internationally model-like height always made my small frame look ridiculously pathetic.

As I spoke, I raised my head, meeting Luo Xiaoyan's leaning lips in a passionate kiss. The unique sweetness of her lips instantly filled my mouth, melting away.

"Brother Nan, I thought you were really angry and wouldn't come."

Luo Xiaoyan passionately kissed my lips, unwilling to let go for a long time, murmuring softly, her eyes filled with unbelievable happiness.

"I'm really not angry, didn't I come?"

I desperately savored the soft, warm, and moist sensation of our lips touching, a feeling that was intoxicating to both body and mind.

This tender, long kiss finally eased the longing between Xiaoyan and me. When it was time to leave, I asked Xiaoyan about her brother's case on the way. Xiaoyan said that Boss Qiu told her that everything had been taken care of through connections, and if nothing unexpected happened, he should be sentenced to three years in prison with two years probation.

"Oh, that's good. Probation is basically the same as being out of jail, and you won't have to serve time. "

I comforted Luo Xiaoyan, who still seemed quite nervous, and couldn't help but secretly admire Boss Qiu. In a fraud case involving millions, even though all the money had been returned, a suspended sentence would have been the best possible outcome. Boss Qiu must have used a lot of connections. As

we approached the courthouse, I suddenly asked, "Oh, why didn't you ask Boss Qiu to come with you today?"

"I asked, and he said he didn't want to be in these kinds of situations. Besides, I'd much rather you were with me." After saying that,

Luo Xiaoyan gave me a sweet, coquettish laugh, which made my heart feel a little sore—no, a sweet sore, so sticky it was suffocating.

During the court hearing, Luo Xiaoyan and I deliberately sat far away in the last row. Luo Xiaoyan has already gained some fame in the modeling world, and we weren't sure if paparazzi would be following her. So today, Luo Xiaoyan went out completely without makeup, her hair in a ponytail, wearing sunglasses, and her usual white t-shirt and jeans—completely an unremarkable student. However, her height couldn't be hidden; her graceful figure always attracted many admiring glances.

Luo Xiaoyan's younger brother doesn't share her surname; Luo is her mother's surname, and she's never changed it. When Luo Xiaoyan's brother appeared in court, he was wearing prison clothes and looked somewhat listless, but he was very young. Upon closer inspection, he was quite handsome and had a striking resemblance to Luo Xiaoyan.

Perhaps knowing the outcome, Luo Xiaoyan's brother remained relatively calm throughout the trial. Luo Xiaoyan, however, seemed very nervous. Midway through, she suddenly grabbed my hand tightly, and I could feel fine beads of sweat on her palm.

"Don't be nervous, it seems there won't be any surprises,"

I kept reassuring her.

A moment later, the moment of sentencing arrived. Luo Xiaoyan gripped my hand even tighter. The judge read the verdict for a while until the final result was announced—as expected, three years imprisonment, suspended for two years! The moment the results came out, tears welled up in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, and she seemed to be murmuring to herself, "It's finally over, Mom, you can finally stop worrying."

Then, Luo Xiaoyan seemed unwilling to linger for even a second longer, especially unwilling to look at her brother. Just as we got up and were about to turn and leave, Luo Xiaoyan's brother, who was being escorted out of the courtroom by the bailiffs, suddenly looked in his sister's direction—they were very beautiful eyes, reminding me of the male protagonist in the West German film "The Handsome Boy," only the color was different—I felt Luo Xiaoyan, holding my hand, tremble slightly as she met his gaze. It was just a fleeting glance, and then she quickly lowered her head, leaving her tall figure to the person who had caused her eternal heartache—while my gaze remained fixed on her brother's. I saw a hint of regret in his eyes…

Not all youth is without regret; there is another kind of youth called cruelty.

After leaving the courtroom, Luo Xiaoyan immediately called her mother to tell her about the case. She seemed relieved, and her mood lightened somewhat. I suggested we go for a couple of drinks to celebrate. I didn't know how Luo Xiaoyan and her brother would get along in the future, but after all, just as everything Luo Xiaoyan did was for her mother, in that sense, things had finally come to a good end. Even the cruelest youth will pass; it might just be a louse crawling on the beautiful robe of life. Besides, for Luo Xiaoyan, although the hurt will become a scabbed scar forever etched in her heart, human nature is only temporarily corrupted. God says there is no one unforgivable, especially since the person who hurt her is still a blood relative.

Having spent time with Luo Xiaoyan, I deeply understand the pain she is experiencing being hurt by her own loved ones.

A little while later, Luo Xiaoyan received a call from Boss Qiu, who asked about the court proceedings and then asked if she wanted to have dinner with him—I guess Boss Qiu also wanted to celebrate.

Luo Xiaoyan seemed flustered when she answered the phone. Looking at me, she realized lying was a huge mistake. Holding her breath, she lied to Boss Qiu, saying she had to go to her mother's tonight, which was why she declined his invitation.

After hanging up, Luo Xiaoyan looked uneasy, her anxiety evident – this made me realize that it was time to have a serious talk with Boss Qiu, lest it seem like Xiaoyan was betraying her brother Nan by dating him, while being with him felt like doing something wrong.

Luo Xiaoyan and I went to the same restaurant where we first ate steak, and ordered the obligatory bottle of red wine. Perhaps because of the solemn and dignified environment of the courtroom all afternoon, even with Luo Xiaoyan right next to me, almost skin-to-skin, I hadn't dared to have any lustful thoughts. But now, sitting opposite Luo Xiaoyan, seeing her two nipples, still not wearing a bra, faintly protruding and rubbing against her t-shirt, I suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout my body. What made me even more relieved was that my wife hadn't specifically told me not to do *that* when we came out to see Xiaoyan, hehe!

Luo Xiaoyan suddenly noticed my eyes, instantly filled with desire, staring at the two barely visible protrusions on her chest. She became a little embarrassed and then whispered to me, "What are you looking at?"

"Hehe,"

I then leaned in as well, whispering in Luo Xiaoyan's ear, "It was also in this restaurant, when I first discovered you weren't wearing a bra, I... I got hard!"

"Huh? You... what did you say?"

Luo Xiaoyan didn't expect her brother Nan to be such a rogue. Not only was he so insolent in public, but he was also so lustful on their first date. Her face flushed red, and combined with the wine-red hue, her appearance became even more rosy and delicate. A soft, sticky moan escaped her lips...

When we took a taxi back to the apartment after dinner, I held Luo Xiaoyan tightly in my arms in the back seat. Before Luo Xiaoyan could resist, I unbuttoned one button of her shirt and slipped my hand inside her t-shirt. I grasped one of her pert breasts, which always seemed to have a perfect balance of bone and flesh, and gently pinched and kneaded her nipple.

Luo Xiaoyan nervously watched the driver, not daring to make any obvious movements that would alert him to the commotion in the back seat. She could only let her brother Nan's fingers pinch her nipples, letting them inevitably swell and harden under his lustful touch...

Then, I touched my lips to Luo Xiaoyan's neck, my lips and teeth teasing her porcelain-like skin before I whispered in her ear, "Xiaoyan, your breasts are bigger than before."

"Mmm—"

Upon hearing my words, Luo Xiaoyan finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Whether the driver heard me or not, I don't know. I only know that there was no traffic jam, but this guy seemed to be deliberately driving the taxi as slowly as an oxcart.

Back at the apartment, after washing up, all the passion and desire had soared to new heights. Then, naked and entwined, we rolled onto the sheets of Luo Xiaoyan's bed—at which point, of course, my hands weren't forgetting to knead Luo Xiaoyan's breasts. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyan asked a question that shocked me, and the way she asked it was incredibly cute.

Luo Xiaoyan asked, "Brother Nan, you said in the car...that my breasts have really gotten bigger?"

"Mmm,"

I didn't react immediately, then after a moment of stunned silence, I hummed, "Yes, yes, darling, your breasts really have gotten bigger! Do you know why?" "

Really? I know my breasts have never been big. I thought you didn't like them, Brother Nan. Do all men like big ones?"

Luo Xiaoyan answered with genuine guilt.

"Silly girl, who says men only like big breasts? Size isn't everything; what matters is matching your figure and temperament. In my eyes, yours are the most beautiful breasts a woman can have, especially..."

I paused, then added, "especially when you go out without a bra.

" "Ugh, Brother Nan, you're so naughty! But how many women can resist your mouth?"

Luo Xiaoyan said coquettishly.

"Hehehe, but darling, your breasts really have gotten bigger now. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

Luo Xiaoyan blinked her eyes and asked earnestly.

"Hehe,"

I chuckled mischievously, then stopped talking and started sucking on Luo Xiaoyan's already hard nipple.

"Mmm, you...you tell me, Brother Nan, do women's breasts really get bigger? Mmm..."

Luo Xiaoyan gasped as she spoke, unable to contain the pleasure of my sucking on her nipple.

"It's because you've been receiving a lot of care from men lately. More lovemaking that brings both physical and emotional pleasure to women, more orgasms that both body and mind can enjoy, naturally increases the secretion of estrogen, which can promote breast development."

This Ning the cook himself was questionable about whether he believed this theory, but he was really going all out to convince Xiao Yanzi.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Luo Xiaoyan hadn't expected her brother Nan to have such a twisted logic, but thinking about it, it seemed to make some sense, and she couldn't help but look confused.

"I mean,"

now I've found the topic for tonight. I've been hoping for a good opportunity, hehe, you know—to hear firsthand all the exciting changes and secrets Luo Xiaoyan had that night, or rather, later with Boss Qiu in bed—this dish is to a cuckold what rice is to a mouse, haha.

"I mean, you must have spent a lot of time with Boss Qiu lately, right? I saw it with my own eyes that night. You were so into it, so enjoying it. And I could tell from my perspective that your orgasm was really intense!"

"Huh?"

Luo Xiaoyan never expected that Brother Nan would bring this up. Perhaps it was because that night, under the watchful eyes of her beloved Brother Nan, her body reached orgasm under another man. This feeling was so intense for any woman, like a stimulation from an unknown realm. The almost unquestionable crushing of a woman's so-called morality and shame became a multiplier of physical pleasure. After witnessing Luo Xiaoyan's experience firsthand, I understood this principle: even the most traditionally pure woman has a small universe of primal humanity and desire deep within her heart. It's just that our world has too many constraints, too many illusory shackles placed on women, so that for most women, that small universe of desire may never be activated until the day they die.

Look how happy Ning's wife is! His wife is already swimming in the sea of passion, and his little lover, Luo Xiaoyan, seems to be unleashing her own inner universe.

Sex has two wings: humanity and desire. Sex can be beautiful, or it can be ugly and stigmatizing, depending on how you balance flapping those wings to fly. To turn what should have been a tragic story of Xiaoyan repaying a debt with her body into a comedy, you can't help but admire Ning's perverted love of green tea. He inadvertently made himself a living saint. If everyone in this world could do things that benefit both themselves and others like Comrade Ning, then this world would be full of love, not hatred, war, and betrayal; not the seven deadly sins, the flowers of evil, smog, and melamine…

“You… I was just listening to you?”

Luo Xiaoyan didn’t know what Brother Nan was up to, so she quickly explained, “You told me… you told me…”

“Tell me what?”

This question really excited me. I had been trying to confirm whether Luo Xiaoyan’s change when she made love with Boss Qiu was because of…

“Didn’t you tell me to be nicer to him when I… when I made love with him, so that I could… enjoy it myself?”

Luo Xiaoyan was so shy that she didn’t dare to open her eyes to look at me. Her fair, wheat-colored skin was flushed with a blush, like sunlight shining all over her body, turning her long, naked body into a golden plain, exuding such a charming aura. “You said you wouldn’t be angry if I did this, I… I just…”

Bingo! The confirmation I finally got from Xiao Yanzi filled me with excitement. I had seemed hesitant before, but now I knew how to enjoy the pleasure of being a cuckold—oh, more accurately, a cuckold's lover!

"Ah? Tell me, darling, you never kissed him before, but that night I clearly saw you not only kiss him, but… it was a French kiss!"

"Hmm…"

Luo Xiaoyan kept her eyes closed, her body completely exposed for me to play with, and nodded after a long while.

"And then… you gave him… oral sex. You only said you did it for me."

My voice trembled slightly.

"Hmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan finally opened her eyes, her voice timid, "You...you're angry?"

"Hehehe, no, how could I be? Tell me, are you happy? I saw you making love with him using many positions you said you would never use before. You were on top, and he was from behind..." "Hmm

,"

Luo Xiaoyan nodded timidly again, but at this moment I spread Luo Xiaoyan's legs open with my hands, and touched the fine hairs, a clump of light black covering her vulva. This touch was unexpected, as I felt my hand was covered in wetness.

A shiver ran through me: "Darling, your pubic hair is thicker than before. See? It's all thanks to a man's touch."

"Mmm, it really is thicker?"

With a soft moan, Luo Xiaoyan's legs involuntarily clamped tightly around my hand that was reaching towards her lower body. Then, Luo Xiaoyan's soft call almost made my blood rush to my head, "I want you, Brother Nan, I want you..."

When had the always pure and shy Luo Xiaoyan ever expressed such a fervent desire for pleasure to me? I quickly grasped my already hard penis, leaned down in front of Luo Xiaoyan, and Luo Xiaoyan opened her legs wide as if to let me accurately aim my penis at her entrance. After a few grinding moments, I thrust in with a whooshing sound.

"Ah!"

The moment I penetrated, Luo Xiaoyan closed her eyes, letting out a long, soft moan before tightly wrapping her arms around my waist, her body convulsing violently...

I seemed to have never felt such abundant moisture from Luo Xiaoyan's body before, making my penetration exceptionally smooth and pleasurable: "Tell me, are you happy making love with him now?"

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan's moan was as thin as a thread, then she nodded.

"How do you feel about him now?"

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan paused, then answered softly, "I'm really... really grateful to him."

"This gratitude gives you a basic liking for him, and allows you to enjoy being with him now, right?"

"Mmm, yes. Brother Nan. But I..."

Luo Xiaoyan then opened her eyes and looked at me, her body filled with my penis, which was thrusting in and out at varying speeds. She spoke softly, making me suddenly realize how charming and adorable the woman beneath me was, almost pitiful.

Luo Xiaoyan said, "Brother Nan, are you really not angry that I can be with him at the same time? I really love you so much, but now, I feel..."

"Feel what?"

"I feel that I really enjoy the pampering he gives me. He's really good to me. Am I a bad woman? I never thought I could be with two men at the same time..."

"Hehe, silly girl,"

I said, and then my penis began to thrust wildly, seemingly stirring up waves of water beneath Luo Xiaoyan, making the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo incessantly. "Why would I be unhappy that the woman I love is being pampered by more men? Darling, don't overthink it. If I were angry, would I have asked you to be good to him in the first place? It's your right to enjoy yourself. As long as you're happy, Brother Nan will support you."

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan nodded as if she understood, and then asked a question that completely surprised me, "Brother Nan, is what you said true? If... your sister-in-law is with another man, and I... you won't be angry, and you'll agree?"

"Damn, Little Swallow, your sister-in-law is way more lewd than you!" I thought for a moment and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Hehehe, if that's the case, I agree!"

Luo Xiaoyan finally dropped the question mark on her face and began to focus on enjoying the thrusting of my penis.

"Oh, darling, that night I watched you climax from being fucked by him, how did it feel? Exciting? Was the orgasm particularly intense?"

"..."

A slight smile seemed to flash across Luo Xiaoyan's face, and after a while, she said softly, "Now I know, you deliberately let me see you that night."

Hehehe, how clever Little Swallow is: "Then, wasn't it exciting? I could see your orgasm was so intense, those moans!"

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan didn't answer, only nodded shyly.

"Oh!"

My nod almost made me ejaculate wildly...

"Ahhh..."

Luo Xiaoyan's moans became louder and faster.

"Oh, that night you said he stayed at your place, did you two do it again?"

"Mmm."

Luo Xiaoyan nodded.

"How many times?"

"Two...twice."

Damn, this Boss Qiu seems to be a seasoned veteran. "Then...how many orgasms did you have that night?"

"I can't remember, Brother Nan."

Luo Xiaoyan's voice was very soft, but it became a little coquettish.

"Three times?"

Luo Xiaoyan's next answer made my penis finally ejaculate in Xiaoyan's honey hole, which was filled with much more love juice than usual.

Xiaoyan said in a groaning voice, "It seems...it seems more than..."

What's going on? I remember that when Luo Xiaoyan made love with me, it was clearly only once each time!

Suddenly, for some reason, Luo Xiaoyan under me turned into Ning Hui in my hallucinations, and then turned back again, always turning like this—this cuckold, he can't even tell his wife and lover apart for a moment...

The next day, just after noon, after I finished some official business at the newspaper office, I received a call from Master Zeng. At that moment, my scalp tingled. Was he going to ask me to have sex again? The life of an emperor with three palaces and six courtyards is truly not something just anyone can handle. How could my body possibly keep up?

Luckily, Master Zeng only invited me for tea, saying he had important matters to discuss.

I went as agreed. Master Zeng's important matters mainly consisted of two things: one, of course, was Lu Xiaobin. The other was about Brother Niu, Director Niu.

Let's start with the simpler part. Master Zeng truthfully reported Brother Niu's movements to me. She said Brother Niu contacted her wanting her to help seduce my wife, and that the theater tickets that night were actually a gift from Brother Niu. But Master Zeng didn't mention my bet with Brother Niu. It seems Brother Niu didn't tell her.

"If you help him like this, what benefits will he give you after it's all done?"

I asked deliberately.

"Tch, Lu Gong!"

Zeng Daxia still couldn't shake calling me Lu Gong, making me seem like her lecher. "Don't you have any conscience? I'm helping you out, do you think I don't know your little tricks? But, from what I've observed, Brother Niu really is a pro, a true professional director. And it seems your wife and Brother Niu have found many common interests."

"Oh, thank you, darling."

Hearing Zeng Daxia say that, my heart skipped a beat. I thought that Brother Niu's willingness to take this bet wasn't outrageous; he actually seemed quite reliable. "Oh, so you and Brother Niu? Did you secretly beat him up and eat him?"

I don't know why, but I can't be serious when I'm with Zeng Daxia, and I still couldn't resist teasing him.

"Tch, what do you think? He's my best friend's man, would I do that?"

Damn it, when did Brother Niu become my wife's man? The bet was just a kissing contest, we haven't even bitten each other yet, how did he become my wife's man? Besides, didn't you also take advantage of me? Aren't I your best friend's man? I'm her real husband!

Damn it!

After finishing talking about Brother Niu in a relaxed atmosphere, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy when it came to Lu Xiaobin's matter. Zeng Daxia, unusually serious, said, "Lu Gong, I'm saying we really need to deal with Lu Xiaobin's matter properly, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble it might cause."

"What is it?"

Then, Zeng Daxia handed me a thick stack of envelopes: "Take a look, it's Lu Xiaobin's letter to your wife."

"Huh? How come I didn't know?"

It turned out to be a letter Lu Xiaobin wrote to Ning Hui. Ning Hui showed it to Zeng Meimei. I glanced at it; it was more than twenty pages long, and all handwritten. The handwriting was passable, but the whole page was too messy, showing that Lu Xiaobin's current mental state was extremely unstable.

"Your wife is probably too upset. She should be able to show you the letter later."

I opened the letter and quickly glanced at it: "Hui: Okay! I know I'm not qualified to call you that..."

Damn, you know you're not qualified, yet you still call me that?

The entire letter was about how he missed my wife while teaching in the mountains, how much pain he felt, how he was tormented by suicidal thoughts, how he purified his soul in the simple environment of the mountains, and so on...

All of this was expected. What was unexpected was that this guy was actually planning to leave the mountains and return to the city to pursue my wife again, because my wife was unhappy and had cheated on me. He vowed to make her happy again.

"Sigh,"

Zeng Meimei sighed after I finished reading, "I don't think Ning Hui can handle this alone. We need to think of a way. I'm so worried."

"Yeah, that's what I think too."

I looked at Zeng Meimei carefully after saying that.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Zeng Daxia seemed to have completely read my mind. "The problem is, I do want to have a good talk with Lu Xiaobin, but didn't he see me with you in that small town incident? How am I supposed to tell him? It'll only make things worse!"

"Yeah, that's a problem."

It seemed this matter had truly reached a dead end, and I couldn't think of a good solution for the time being. "Where is he now?"

"Still in the city. He said he'll be back at school in a couple of days to complete his graduation procedures."

Then Zeng Daxia pondered for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "No, I still have to talk to him. I'll just have to force myself on him."

Force myself on him? Zeng Daxia, what are you going to do?

Finally, Zeng Daxia suddenly informed me of some good news: my birthday is coming up soon—and my birthday is basically right next to my wife's, haha. Ning Hui and she are going to throw me a birthday party at Zeng's mansion, and they said they'd give me a big surprise.

As for why it's at Zeng's mansion and what the big surprise is... Zeng Daxia, having acted as a secret agent, didn't say a word.

Ning Hui came home from work that evening, and seemed perfectly normal. I almost brought up the letter Lu Xiaobin had written to her, but it was clear Ning Hui didn't want to talk about it. So I told her about Zeng Meimei telling me she was going to throw me a birthday party, and Ning Hui immediately started complaining, "That damn Meimei, she just can't keep her mouth shut."

"What big surprise, honey?"

"If I told you, would it still be a big surprise?"

Ning Hui just smiled and didn't say anything.

What was a little unexpected was that just as my wife and I were undressing and getting into bed, ready to rest, Ning Hui suddenly snuggled up to me and said softly, "Honey, are you tired?"

Pfft, in the series of coded messages at the Ning Mansion, this was usually a signal that my wife wanted to... you know... I almost instantly remembered the book "Have More Fun in the Bed" that Zeng Daxia had given me!

Then came the foreplay. I buried my face in my wife's chest and gave her oral sex, but this time, I focused on her anus—I used to only lick her anus occasionally, but this time, I licked her plump, fragrant anus and wouldn't let go. My tongue circled and teased the petals.

"Mmm...honey, what's wrong with you today? Did you mistake the place?"

Ning Hui suddenly asked me, seemingly enjoying herself.

I quickly sat up and whispered in my wife's ear, "Wife, I...I want tonight..."

"Want what?"

Ning Hui squinted her alluring crescent moon eyes, and I bet she understood what I was thinking.

"I want to fuck your ass!"

"Mmm, did the sun rise in the west today, honey?"

"Will you let me fuck you?"

I said, extending a finger and gently twirling it inside my wife's anus. "Wife, I've been thinking about this for so long!"

Then my wife's words excited me: "Tch, I didn't hear you say you wanted to, I thought you'd forgotten about it."

Damn, see, my wife isn't just seductive, she's deadly when she does! "Okay, okay, long live wife, wait for wife, wait for husband to fuck your ass!"

I excitedly went to flip through the book Zeng Daxia gave me, saying as I flipped through it, "Hmph, that guy from the North has probably already fucked your ass, hasn't he?"

"No way!"

Ning Hui still squinted her alluring eyes, her voice as sticky as can be.

"Huh? Surely he hasn't asked? He hasn't licked your ass, really... hasn't fucked your ass?"

"Yeah, I've licked him, and he's asked to fuck your wife's ass several times, but I haven't."

"Why?"

I held my breath, already flipping through the book to the section on better anal sex.

"I said even my husband hasn't fucked me, why would I let you?"...

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