[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 28 What's

going on with this affair?

Does this mean this text message is my wife's leave request for tonight? Asking her husband for leave to go on a date with her lover on Valentine's Day?

Damn it.

A ripple of indescribable emotion swept through my heart. I remember a particularly witty crosstalk performance comparing the ocean to a pot of spinach soup, while my heart was now like a bowl of sauerkraut soup, topped with a few scallions and peppercorns—a truly mixed bag of feelings.

But before this melancholy ripple could develop into a full-blown wave, Ning, the cook, suddenly seemed to understand something. Today is a proper Valentine's Day, not a couples' day. Their date is perfectly legitimate. What's it to me? Why am I acting like a nagging housewife?

Suddenly, it dawned on me, and I immediately texted back: "You're going to have a blast tonight, honey. Go ahead, don't worry about me. I only have one request: when you get back, you have to slap me at least seven times."

"You naughty husband:"

A moment later, Ning Hui texted back again, this time with a smiley face—but to me, it looked more like a smile for her hero, Wang Daxiong.

At the dinner table, the blood-red roses contrasted beautifully with the dark red of the sweet and sour pork ribs.

I realized that my stomach, which had been ravenously hungry, was now suddenly sluggish; I understood that even the stomach has emotions. On this special Valentine's Day, the meal also took the form of a sexually charged affair.

In a strange restlessness, a sudden craving for alcohol welled up within me. Since I'd already missed out on women tonight, I figured I might as well drink and sing.

I haven't heard from that rascal in a while, but for a high-class rogue and womanizer who's like a dog to the toilet, I wonder which woman he'll be ravaging tonight—even though he's a good drinker. I still called Boss Qiao. For some reason, I have a rare kind of unspoken understanding with him, despite the almost two-generation age gap, if you count ten years as a generation. His cultured, pretentious, old-fashioned way of acting like a simpleton really appeals to me. That philosophical sense of being a frequent visitor to prostitutes and a perpetually suffering soul makes me willing to expend my emotions on drinking with him.

"You little brat, have you forgotten what day it is today? Where's your wife? Are you bullying her? Forcing her to go back to her parents' house or something? Is it appropriate for two old men to spend Valentine's Day together?"

Boss Qiao launched into a tirade of accusations as soon as he got on my call.

"My wife went on a business trip with...the boss, what a miserable life."

I don't know why I added "with the boss" to the lie about the business trip, but saying it subconsciously gave me a surge of excitement—I knew my wife wasn't on a business trip with the boss, she was going to sleep with him.

"..."

Boss Qiao paused, and I imagined him elegantly exhaling a smoke ring, then slowly saying, I don't know if there was a hidden meaning in his words: "You're not keeping a close eye on your wife at a time like this? Well, I'll risk my life to accompany you, but it'll be later, I'll call you then."

Boss Qiao was a middle-aged widower who never remarried, his two children are already grown up and living far away, very successful, having returned from studying in America and now making it big in Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou. What kind of day is this? What does he mean by "later"? —Something's up! I need to get some information out of him today, maybe he's found love again.

I looked at the table full of food that seemed to be smiling at me, and seeing the food reminded me of him, I completely lost my appetite. As the saying goes, what you eat isn't important, what matters is who you eat with.

Night gradually fell outside. I couldn't tell if it was stomach acid or heartache, but I felt a violent chemical reaction churning inside my body. I lay drowsily on the sofa, my phone tossed on the coffee table beside my ear so I could hear Boss Qiao's call. My hand involuntarily reached for my crotch—for some reason, this chemical reaction always had a mysterious force that made my penis instantly hard.

Every time I fell asleep, I had a beautiful fantasy, hoping to dream of returning to the Dragon Gate Inn, where my alluring Jin Xiangyu resided—unfortunately, ever since I tasted Jin Xiangyu's crotch, I've never gone back. I

don't know how much time passed… I thought it was a long time.

In my dream, I was on my way to the Dragon Gate Inn, through a bitter wind and rain, across the vast desert, the chill biting cold.

Suddenly, I felt a pleasant warmth spread through my shivering body, followed by a delicate touch on my face, conveying a spiritual warmth. Then, a very familiar and intoxicating woman's scent washed over me, making me, in my half-asleep state, think that my beloved Jin Xiangyu had come to pick me up—it was Ning Hui who quietly entered the house and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I was covered with the blanket my wife had used to ward off the chill in my dream.

"Wife, why are you back?... What time is it?"

I was startled and reached for my phone to snap out of my daze and regain my sense of time.

7:30! —That means I had only dozed off for about an hour.

"Look at you, you're so careless, honey. You're sleeping like this without covering yourself. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Ning Hui's tone was half reproachful and half concerned.

"You... didn't go?"

My eyes were filled with gratitude and disappointment.

"What do you think I am? What kind of person do you think I am? It's Valentine's Day, and I didn't come home to be with my husband. Where did you think I'd be?"

The Ning Mansion was enveloped in a warm glow. It was unclear whether it was the warm light of the mansion that melted Ning Hui's heart, or whether it was Ning Hui herself , draped in the night, who melted the mansion.

"Oh, didn't he come back specifically to see you? Then what about him...?"

Ning Hui pursed her lips, looking hesitant, as if trying to change the subject: "Honey, I'm hungry. Where are my sweet and sour pork ribs?"

Ning Hui had once said she loved her mother-in-law's sweet and sour pork ribs. I had specifically asked my mother-in-law for the cooking secrets, making my mother's sweet and sour pork ribs my signature dish, continuing to nourish Ning Hui's sweet and sour pork rib cravings.

"Oh, they're all ready. They're getting cold on the table. I'll go heat them up." I quickly got up and went to get busy.

Just as I stood up, I heard Ning Hui's phone beep with a text message notification. I knew that sound all too well. Ning Hui hesitated slightly, not opening her phone in front of me, but waiting until I entered the kitchen with my back to me—I have a third eye in the back of my head, commonly known as a premonition.

My premonition told me she would definitely do that.

After a flurry of cooking, it was time to serve his wife the meal, but just then, Ning Hui's phone beeped with a text message notification.

But Ning Hui seemed to deliberately ignore it, quickly getting up and sitting at the table. "Wow, it smells so good, honey!"

Without even picking up chopsticks, she grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hehe, not ladylike at home, huh?"

Watching his wife eat that sweet and sour pork rib, the sweetness in her mouth warmed his heart.

"Hehe,"

Ning Hui sucked the juice from her fingers, then stuck out her tongue and licked her fingers a couple of times. Although it was an unconscious action, the way her tongue licked her fingers looked incredibly sexy and seductive, arousing a desire within me to envelop those juicy lips in my own mouth.

I swallowed hard, holding back my saliva. Valentine's Day has only just begun—what kind of drama will unfold next? "

Honey, your text message came in,"

I deliberately reminded her.

"Okay, I know. Let's eat first,"

Ning Hui said, trying to change the subject, but her little face was visibly flushed.

"Is it his text message?"

I pressed her for an answer.

"Hmm..."

Ning Hui suddenly lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes unable to conceal her shyness, yet she still teased me, "I won't tell you."

"Hmph, don't think you can escape your husband's sharp eyes. I know it's him. Why didn't you check the text message? What did you say?"

I leaned closer and wrapped my arm around Ning Hui's slender waist. "If you don't tell me, I'll check your phone!"

Ning Hui turned her head, looking at me pleadingly, as if saying no. She looked so pitiful, yet her heart seemed unable to hide its tenderness.

Ning, the cook, had a weakness: he couldn't stand seeing his wife's alluring, crescent-shaped eyes posing in a seductive, hesitant, and confused manner. "My dear wife, please tell me what he said? Was he still thinking about you tonight?"

Ning Hui took a deep breath, her breasts, encased in a tight wool sweater, looking quite firm. "What nonsense! He has a wife at home, why would he be thinking about me?"

I persisted. "It's more exciting when a landlord is thinking about a poor man's daughter, and a man is thinking about someone else's wife."

I groped Ning Hui, my hand reaching under her back to unhook her bra.

"Hey, hey, stop it! Can't I eat?"

Ning Hui feigned anger, but as my hand moved downwards, her instinctive movement to avoid me didn't escape my notice—she closed her legs, seemingly trying to prevent me from exploring further.

This ignited my fighting spirit. When and where had I ever been refused when I wanted my wife's secret place? "

Hmph!

I'll make a scene if you don't tell me!"

Ning Hui's bra clasp had already come undone under my fingers' manipulation. I wrapped one hand around her front, grasping one of her full breasts, while the other hand insisted on lifting her skirt, which she hadn't had time to change out of. The pantyhose revealed a smooth, grainy texture.

"Mmm, honey..."

Ning Hui finally couldn't resist her husband's stubbornness at this moment. "Okay, okay, I'll show you our text messages"—note that my wife used the word "we" instead of just "him," so it seems the text messages had gone back and forth several times!

"You can't be angry after reading them!"

Ning Hui's breathing suddenly became heavy, and she whimpered.

"You've already been kissed by someone else, what's there to be angry about, honey?"

My penis throbbed, accompanied by a familiar, deep-seated pleasure that spread throughout my body. I had a premonition that this was a pot of water about to boil.

“Hmm,”

Ning Hui hesitated, “Can you stop saying those ‘fuck’ all the time, honey?”

But even though the words “fuck” and “cheats” came out in a critical and negative context, I still felt a shiver run down her spine—women saying one thing and meaning another isn’t always a bad thing, for example, at this moment, being betrayed by physical pleasure is the highest level of a woman’s charm.

“Okay, okay, we’re all cultured perverts, let’s use an intellectual way of putting it, you’ve been ‘fucked’ by him.”

My hand continued to crawl towards my wife’s vulva, her lace panties had already been partially pulled up, and my fingers had touched the open, grassy area at the front line of the territory.

“Fucked? What does that mean, honey?”

“It means ‘fucked’ their fat brother, see, I’m pretending to be a cultured pervert, but you find it hard to understand. I mean you’ve been ‘fucked’ by him!”

Ning, the cook, was pleased with his little scheme.

“Heh… um,” Ning Hui wanted to laugh but couldn’t, her body shivering again, it seemed that “fucked” and “cheats” had the same effect. "You're so naughty, honey."

"Why are your legs so tight?"

Ning Hui's hips were still putting up a final resistance, preventing my hand from easily slipping in.

"Mmm...no..." Ning Hui's voice grew softer, but her breathing became heavier.

No? When has my touch to my wife ever been rejected? "Looks like I can't outsmart her, I'll have to force it."

As soon as I finished speaking, my hand forcefully pushed its way in, probing into the triangle area above my wife's legs.

"Mmm—"

Ning Hui let out a long moan.

With that long, coquettish sigh from my wife, I thought my fingers had reached Java—my wife's lower body was a vast ocean!

Good heavens, what's going on? No wonder my wife kept resisting my hand, it turns out there's such a huge secret hidden down there, I was immediately excited. Clearly, the fluid flowing from my wife's lower body wasn't from eating sweet and sour pork ribs, nor was it from my two minutes of groping on her, even a rocket couldn't have produced that much. "What's going on, honey? You're wet."

"Mmm..."

Ning Hui finally gave up resisting, her body going limp against me. "I told you to eat, but you didn't believe me. How are we supposed to eat now?"

"Then I'll eat you, and you eat me."

My wife is indeed made of water, but she usually only acts like this after plenty of foreplay—my gaze involuntarily turned to the phone lying next to her. There's a story there.

"I want to see my text messages, honey. Please."

"Mmm,"

I didn't know if this was a moan or an agreement. After hesitating for a moment, Ning Hui still picked up her phone and opened the text message interface... and then her face turned bright red. "Honey, you promised me, you can't be angry."

I'm not angry, I'm just bursting with lust.

The first text message was the one forwarded to me. Then came Ning Hui's reply, Wang Yingxiong's reply, and his wife's reply after that...

"Ah, I'm so glad you're back! Where are you now? But I have to stay with my husband tonight. You're not leaving tomorrow, are you?"

"Ha, it's my fault for not choosing the right day. I'm in Xidi. I had Heidan bring me directly from the airport. I really envy your husband. I have to fly back tomorrow for business, and it's not over yet."

"How long are you going to be gone?"

"I don't know, maybe another week or so. I miss you so much, Hui'er. I even dreamed about you last night."

"Ah? Really? What a coincidence! I dreamed about you last night too." What's

going on? My wife was sleeping next to me last night, completely naked.

"Really? What did you dream about, my little Hui'er?"

"I dreamed that you... wanted me..."

Wow, my penis started to get hard when I read this. My wife was sleeping next to me but dreaming about having sex with her lover. Is this going to make Ning, the stay-at-home husband, either ecstatic or ecstatic?

"Haha, you're such a little vixen! No wonder you were so alluring in my dream. I even dreamt of making love with you."

"No wonder you were so strong in my dream. My hero."

This is so romantic—a little vixen plus a hero, my wife has become his little vixen. A pang of sadness hit me.

"Hui'er, you're a gift from heaven, making me feel like I'm eighteen again. I can't believe it, Hui'er, at my age, I even ejaculated in my dream! I dreamt of your snow-white, beautiful naked body, your tenderness, your allure, you made me ejaculate in my dream, you made this old man do things that I was eighteen!"

What's going on? Even in my dreams, he doesn't spare my wife.

"Hmm, I was that good in your dream? I loved the feeling of you ejaculating inside me, it felt so good. Darling, last night in my dream you wanted me to orgasm too."

What's going on? I turned to look at Ning Hui, my eyes innocent: "You had sex with him in your dream, and you both orgasmed last night?"

"Yes, my dear husband."

Ning Hui lowered her head shyly after speaking, her face flushed.

My wife is sleeping next to me, having sex with her lover in her dreams, and even having an orgasm—what kind of world is this?!

"Really? I really can't take it anymore, Hui'er. I miss you, I miss your gentleness, I miss your full breasts, I miss your sweet tongue, I miss your warm vulva, I miss your cries of orgasm. My little Hui'er, you've let me experience the greatest pleasures of life again. I think I'm going to lose my dignity in my old age; you've made me act like an old man."

"It's my honor to restore your virility, my great hero. A man like you deserves the best tenderness from a woman. Besides, you're not old. If you were old, how could you give me so many orgasms? My husband has never given me so many. Hehe." Is

n't Ning Hui's husband wronged? He sent his wife to sleep with someone else, and she still says he's not as good as the other woman.

"Thank you, my little Hui'er, you've made me young again. Now, just thinking about you makes me hard."

I never imagined that someone as powerful as Mr. Wang, a reconnaissance hero who had fought his way through the bloody jungles of Vietnam, would be such a childish rogue in front of my wife.

"Wow, I love the feeling of it being hard, it's so big. You're so amazing, darling."

"I want to thrust into your ass right now, I love your little ass so much, my little devil."

Is this really something a person of status and position would say? I thought only ordinary folks like me would say such things. It seems that under the peony's flower, Mr. Wang's love is destined to last until death.

"Ah, then put it in, my great hero."

"Call me Daddy."

"Daddy! Daddy!"

"Say Daddy, put it in me, my little Hui'er."

"Daddy, put it in me! Daddy, put it in me!"

"Say Daddy, put it in me with your cock."

"Daddy... put it in me with your cock, put it in your little Hui'er with your cock!"

I closed my eyes, and the image of my wife lying on her stomach, letting Mr. Wang's cock enter and thrust into her from behind, quickly appeared in my mind. My wife's snowy buttocks trembled like snow waves with each of Mr. Wang's thrusts. I felt my wife's charming cries of "Daddy, put it in me, put it in me" hitting my eardrums again and again with the rhythm of Mr. Wang's cock thrusting in and out.

"Hui'er, Hui'er, Hui'er, my little Hui'er, I came..."

"Daddy, you're so good!"

"Thank you, my little Hui'er."

The text message ended there. It seems that the last text message was the one I heard Ning Hui didn't see.

I almost didn't dare to put any energy into my cock, which was swollen beyond repair. It had reached the critical point of ejaculation. Any change in its physical state could make it shoot out like a rocket. Just now she was telling her husband not to suck his dick or something, but in front of her lover she's all over the place, fucking him like crazy.

This is so irritating to Ning, the husband. Damn it, she's cheating on him right under my nose. "Oh, wife, cheating on you right under my nose. No wonder your pussy's so wet."

I added with a feigned grotesque expression.

"Husband, are you angry? You promised you would

n't be angry." Ning Hui's voice trembled, whether she was genuinely scared or not.

"Hmph, so wife, is it great? Isn't this kind of cheating especially exciting?"

I gently but firmly groped Ning Hui's wet vulva, my hand covered in her vaginal fluid.

"Um...no, not at all."

Ning Hui, whether still feigning or afraid I was really angry, didn't dare admit it.

I took my hand out of my wife's vulva; a thin strand of sticky liquid still clung to the tips of my thumb and forefinger. "What's this?"

I said, then put my fingers in my mouth, sucking on the foul-smelling liquid.

The smell intoxicated me.

"Ah... Husband, you're so naughty, you can't hide anything from me."

The foul-smelling liquid said it all; my wife was already aroused while texting with Mr. Wang.

I could no longer control myself and had to do something to release my pleasure. I captured Ning Hui's lips, still sticky with sweet and sour pork rib sauce, and frantically stirred them in her mouth with my tongue. This sweet and sour pork rib kiss tasted so good.

With a soft moan from Ning Hui, I was thrilled: "I love you to death, my sexy wife."

"Ah, you scared me to death, husband. I thought you were really angry just now."

Ning Hui recovered her seductive charm from her earlier panic.

"Well,"

I put my mouth to Ning Hui's ear, and after licking the back of her ear, I said, "Since you want his dick to fuck you so much, how about we have him come over and the three of us do it together? Let you taste what it's like to have two men fucking you."

"You're a pervert, husband! No, no, Mr. Wang isn't that kind of person."

Ning Hui was terrified again.

Sigh, what an naive young woman! You think Mr. Wang is some kind of saint? To be so obsessed with someone's wife, he's clearly a lecherous old man. "Hahaha, you wait, you slutty wife, one day I'll make sure you get to be fucked by two men at once."

"No way!"

Ning Hui's trembling excitement betrayed her.

"Then tonight, if your husband lets you go, how will you thank him?"

I'd already made that decision while reading the text message; it seemed my wife wouldn't be able to get through tonight without being thoroughly fucked by her great hero, Mr. Wang.

"Huh? You really want me to go? No, today is Valentine's Day, I want to spend it with my husband."

Ning Hui said, her voice barely audible, but her eyes suddenly lit up, revealing her inner turmoil—my lovely wife.

"Get this straight, today is Valentine's Day, not Couples' Day. Valentine's Day is for spending with your lover."

"Hehe, husband, you have so many twisted logics. Is that even a thing?"

Ning Hui buried her face in my chest.

"Go or not?"

"Don't be angry, honey. If you let me go, I... I'll go. I'll listen to you, honey."

I absolutely love the feeling of my wife being all shy and yearning in my arms.

"I told you to go. The one who tied the knot must untie it. Let Mr. Wang lick you dry. Now, don't you really want his cock inside you?"

I reached out and teased Ning Hui's crotch.

"Ugh..."

Ning Hui trembled again, as if Mr. Wang was actually licking her. "Mmm... I want it."

"Then you have to beg me. Beg me to let you go."

Ning Hui looked at me with a dazed, crescent-shaped gaze: "How do I beg?"

"Beg me, honey, please let me go and let Mr. Wang's cock suck me. Say it three times."

"Honey, how could you be so naughty!"

She finished, her face flushed with shyness.

"If you don't beg, you won't go."

...After a short pause, Ning Hui lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "Honey, please let me go and let Mr. Wang's cock suck me."

"Raise your head, look at me, and say loudspeak!"

After a few words, Ning Hui looked up, her eyes bright as a crescent moon. She bit her lip, and her voice, as melodious as distant spring thunder, cried out, "Husband, please let me go and let Mr. Wang's cock suck me!"

"Husband, please let me go and let Mr. Wang's cock suck me!"

Her voice pierced my very bones, and I involuntarily squeezed my legs together, my iron-like cock, buried between me, erupting like a volcano. ...

As I drove Ning Hui to Xidi, before getting out of the car, I hugged my wife, who was about to be pleasured by another man, and kissed her for a full half-minute before letting go. "Wife, I love you! I hope you like this Valentine's Day gift from your husband. Happy Valentine's Day!"

"I love you too, husband!"

All of this was witnessed by a pair of eyes not far away.

Those eyes belonged to Hei Dan.

Chapter 29: The street performer's

farewell French kiss left Ning Zhufu lingering, his soul almost leaving his body. He felt as if he wanted to suck the last drop of fragrant saliva from Ning Hui's mouth before letting his wife's sweet lips slip from his mouth. Ning Zhufu knew that in five minutes she would be welcoming another man's tongue, the swirling of saliva, even the cock beneath that man's crotch that could bring his wife to the brink of ecstasy—the thought sent a shiver of intense excitement through Ning Zhufu's body!

Just as Ning Hui was about to leave the car, I suddenly felt a lump in my throat, a slight sting in my throat: "Wife—"

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy, husband?"

Ning Hui looked back at me, somewhat dazed. The crescent moon in my eyes, which I always found captivating, still precisely captured the slightest change in my emotions. "If you're unhappy, honey, I... I won't go today, okay?"

"No, silly wife, it's just..."

I rubbed my nose, trying to hide it. I understood the saying that no dinner table is complete without alcohol; to be a cuckolded man, you need a heart strong enough to withstand any kind of sourness.

"Just what?"

Ning Hui's eyes were full of reassurance.

"When you... when you're doing it, record... record some audio for me, okay? Ideally..."

I heard my voice trembling as I said this. I leaned close to Ning Hui's ear and uttered the dream that had been tormenting Ning Hui's husband all along: "Wife, I want to hear him moan when he's having sex with you until you climax!"

"Huh?"

Ning Hui paused for a moment before reacting. In the darkness, I felt the temperature of her flushed face suddenly rise, and then she pinched my shoulder hard, giving me a taste of "I'll strangle you" tenderness: "Honey, you're full of bad ideas, but how... how can I record it?"

"Use your phone, do it discreetly. Please, honey."

Ning Hui's lack of a direct refusal gave me a sudden burst of energy. "For Valentine's Day, your husband will take you on your date with your lover, so you have to give your husband a gift in return!"

Ning Hui habitually bit her lip, then gave me a charming smile—the most beautiful and alluring smile I'd ever seen: "Then I'm off."

I watched my wife gracefully disappear into the hotel entrance, her hips swaying so much it seemed she'd make the doorman who opened the door bleed from his mouth and nose.

What? My wife hadn't said whether to record or not, and I, Ning the cook, was just getting impatient. Just then, a hotel doorman came over and demanded I move my car.

This is just adding to my troubles! I was about to pick a fight with that bald-faced security guard when my wife's text message arrived. I opened it and almost had a nosebleed. It read, "Hmph, you perverted husband, don't be envious when you hear it."

"Hehehe,"

Ning, who had been about to unleash a furious rage, suddenly became calm and collected. He immediately gave the security guard a perfect American military salute and said with a beaming smile, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving, thank you for your hard work, security guard."

The young security guard was stunned: "What's wrong with this guy?"

I drove off like a madman. Ning Hui's promise to record the conversation had my adrenaline pumping. This meant that after a few hours, Ning would be able to hear his wife moaning and singing under another man.

At this moment, Ning desperately needed a soak in alcohol to numb himself. Otherwise, how could he dispel the long night and that bittersweet feeling of being so close yet so far?

I wonder when Boss Qiao will call. I decided not to wait for him yet, and instead head to one of my favorite bars on the pedestrian street, frequented by many foreigners, to chat for a while.

I found a convenient parking spot, but it was still about a ten-minute walk to the bar, involving crossing a narrow, long underground pedestrian walkway.

Night was falling, a slight chill in the air, and the pedestrian street was bustling with activity, its lights just coming on.

As I entered the underground passage, a hoarse, rough voice reached my ears. The sound was clearly coming from the other side of the passage, accompanied by an electric guitar playing chords that, to my semi-professional ears, didn't sound quite right. The song was entering the chorus of "Valentine's Day Without a Lover": "Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine's Day..." A

Valentine's Day without a lover, what a joke! How many lonely men and women tonight will be brought to tears by this simple yet sorrowful tongue twister? My happy wife, you're too full to understand the hunger of a starving man.

I followed the sound of the song and stopped. A street performer with sunglasses and a stubble sat on the ground, holding a guitar attached to a speaker. A cloth bag in front of him contained some loose change. A small dog, which looked homeless, snuggled up to him with its tongue lolling out. My first thought was that he wasn't listening to music, but rather trying to keep warm.

In Ning Zhufu's literary and artistic life, the guitar played a very important role. Writing poetry, playing guitar, and reading magazines like *October* and *Contemporary* were the standard for literary youth of that era and essential skills for attracting girls. So, Ning Zhufu began to diligently hone these skills in junior high school. Listening to the raw, stubble-sounding guitar melody, it was as if I was transported back to those carefree, youthful days.

The old guitar at home is covered in dust; I can't remember the last time I strummed it. But now, I suddenly felt a longing for that kind of artistic sentiment and nostalgia for the past that only strumming the guitar strings could bring.

I crouched down, pulled a fifty-yuan note from my wallet, and placed it in the pocket in front of me. Suddenly, I heard the guy's voice rise an octave—a signal of a sudden adrenaline rush. "

Damn it, you can see it's fifty yuan, why are you wearing sunglasses and pretending to be blind?

" I waved him off. "Hey buddy, can I borrow your guitar?"

Perhaps embarrassed that I'd exposed his blind act, the guy grinned at me, his two large, white teeth gleaming somewhat arrogantly amidst his stubble, and then handed me his guitar.

I took the guitar and tried it out. Although I hadn't practiced in a long time, my skills were still there. When Ning's fingers touched the guitar, the two intertwined like long-lost lovers, blending seamlessly, and a series of beautiful notes flowed from the speaker...

"What skill!"

I don't know if this guy's praise was sincere, but he looked on with envy, his expression like terraced fields.

This further fueled Ning's desire to perform, so he hesitated for a moment about whether to stand or sit upright like this guy. At this moment, this guy handed me the sunglasses that had just been on his face and asked, "Hey buddy, want these? Same price for extra."

Life may not be full of hardships, but it must be humorous.

This quote is taken from the sayings of Ning Zhufu, a seasoned literary youth.

These sunglasses, in this situation, become Chaplin's cane, Tang Bohu's fan, allowing me to sit and laugh at the world's vicissitudes like the blind musician Abing, singing of life's hardships—except my weapon has four more strings.

Everything was ready, and I replaced the guy from before, sitting there with my guitar and sunglasses. The dog next to me remained motionless, and apart from the lack of a stubble, I momentarily thought I was a street performer in Paris—if you don't criticize me, I can tell you this was one of my dreams during my literary youth.

"Don't panic,"

I told the guy next to me before starting, "All the revenue from this is yours."

He looked at me gratefully and nodded repeatedly.

So I started with my first song… Although it was incredibly outdated compared to the tastes of today's 80s and 90s generation, I still sang Uncle Zhao Chuan's "I Am a Little Bird"—the guy next to me will never understand why I, Ning, would sing "I Am a Little Bird" at this moment—behind this highly symbolic and formally rich statement, what I, Ning, was holding back was a line I wanted to announce to the whole universe: My wife is being fucked by a big bird!

That feeling of others thinking you're blind but you really aren't blind is fucking awesome, like you're playing a game of deception and being deceived with the whole world.

With this kind of realm and sentiment, I, Ning, sang "I Am a Little Bird" with a kind of heartache that even Uncle Zhao Chuan couldn't sing, and because the notes on the electric guitar sounded significantly more beautiful and smooth under my fingers, more and more spectators stopped to their feet, and loose change and coins rained down into their pockets. That guy was beaming with glee at the soaring sales, shouting, "Great singing! One more song, bro!"

But after several songs, I was getting tired. Street performing is damn physically demanding; after working like this for so long, my throat was practically burning up and I was about to lose my voice. I started to doubt my street performer dreams—the reality was far more harsh. So I could only hope that the beautiful French ladies on the streets of Paris would keep me going a little longer.

I decided to finish one last song and then stop. Pretending to be like Ah Bing was too damn pretentious, and besides, those sunglasses that I'd taken off that guy's huge head were making my nose and eyes sting.

My final choice was "My Deskmate"—a song I, Ning Zhufu, planned to lightly reminisce about my youth and hormones in this special way and with this particular feeling. This song was created specifically for guitar accompaniment, a tribute to you—Lao Lang and Gao Xiaosong, for giving our lost first love such beautiful sentiments.

As the melody begins, flowing gently from my fingertips, I am deeply moved, my eyes gradually welling with a familiar yet slightly strange moisture: "Will you remember tomorrow, the diary you wrote yesterday? Will you still think of tomorrow, the you who used to cry the most…?"

At that moment, the underpass was nearly empty, and although the song was soft and melodious, its emotion was so rich that it seemed to travel very, very far. Far enough for me to relive those sweaty afternoons of my youthful days, under the blazing sun, your skirt fluttering, your long silhouette… Far enough that

in the vast sea of people, a pair of long, slender legs, about to pass by the entrance of the underpass, actually turned a corner, changing their original route, and inexplicably came in and stood before me.

Those slender legs brought a gentle, flowing rhythm to the air, a subtle fragrance wafting in the air.

I kept my eyes tightly closed, unable to notice the tall, beautiful woman lingering as I sang—but I could smell the intoxicating fragrance that made my heart flutter. I kept my eyes closed, partly to diligently experience the feeling of a blind musician, and partly because it seems that when you shut down your visual senses, your heart is more easily moved by music—I sang so emotionally not only because I truly had a classmate like you in my heart, but also because I was singing with my eyes closed.

“La la la la la la la la… la la la la la la…”

I sang the powerful final notes of the song with lyrical emotion, only then realizing that my voice could possess such penetrating expressiveness, such poignant sorrow. Truly, time flies, and music is like a magic spell.

As everything quieted down, and as I lingered in the image of that fleeting, haunting figure from my memory, my consciousness returned from the shackles of time to this long, dark underground passage. I slowly opened my eyes…

A voice from beyond the heavens suddenly rang out: “Teacher Nan, how… how could it be you here?”

The tall girl, drawn by my singing in the vast sea of people, had been standing before me for a long time and called out my name accurately, her voice filled with amazement and excitement.

In the dim light reflected from her sunglasses, I saw a pretty and charming face, and that familiar kind of graceful and slender figure that I had to look up to fully appreciate—if I looked straight ahead, I could see her long, shapely legs encased in tight-fitting capri pants, her curves exquisite, her ankles displaying an undiminished, captivating arc that instantly stirred my imagination…

Luo Xiaoyan!

I must admit, ever since I saw her photo at the model competition, this has been the name of the girl next door that I admired most.

"Oh, yes, how could it be you?"

I suddenly realized how brilliant and correct my decision to go on this street performance trip was. Even though I've seen all sorts of womanizing dramas, my heart was suddenly pounding with nervous excitement. Half of it was intimidation from my wife's "tyranny," and the other half was the undeniable allure of this girl, a different kind of captivating beauty among women, unlike my wife.

"I just finished my performance and was heading back home when I happened to pass by the underpass entrance and heard this song, 'My Deskmate.' I've always liked this song, so I was drawn in."

Luo Xiaoyan's narration clearly proved it was all a coincidence. So, wife, you can't blame me, I really didn't intentionally run into this girl.

Besides, while officials indulge in nightly revelry, the common people always have to eat their fill.

"Teacher Nan's performance was truly amazing! Teacher Nan is so talented!"

Luo Xiaoyan's face was filled with a deep, almost fanatical, admiration. It wasn't just flattery; she was genuinely shocked. I admit, her guitar skills had captured the hearts of countless girls, even though my first love, as the song goes, ultimately married someone else.

"Hehe, just messing around here for no reason."

I smiled faintly, telling myself to keep it calm. But I couldn't help glancing at Luo Xiaoyan's chest. I knew what Ning was looking for—girl, were you still not wearing anything today, or were you wearing a bra?

Although her breasts were still prominent, a trench coat concealed the secret Ning was trying to peek at—those subtle, dotted bulges against the fabric, that poetically teasing sensuality between wearing and not wearing, was truly irresistible, leaving one caught between desire and intoxication.

"Teacher Nan is truly talented, even her tinkering is so stylish."

I didn't see the bulge that captivated me in the fabric, but I saw a smile as subtle yet profound as a swallow's. I didn't have a chance to ask Luo Xiaoyan then, but the truth is that Luo Xiaoyan later told me that when she was with me, I gave her a lifetime of smiles.

Luo Xiaoyan suddenly bent down, and I realized what she was going to do. She was clutching a hundred-yuan bill in her hand—I quickly reached out and grabbed the back of her hand—men and women shouldn't touch each other, I'm sorry, my dear wife, I really didn't mean to, I've already paid and received extra revenue, this guy has already made a fortune.

But I must admit, the moment I grasped Luo Xiaoyan's hand, I felt a jolt of electric shock from her delicate, feminine skin, a sensation I had only experienced before when I first held Ning Hui's hair. Though not as intense, it was enough to penetrate my fragile heart at that moment. Crucially, I grasped her hand just as Luo Xiaoyan bent over at her lowest point, her tight-fitting undershirt revealing a glimpse of her breasts. A casual glance—and I swear to Chairman Mao, that captivating view was absolutely right before my eyes—I caught a glimpse of Luo Xiaoyan's shimmering cleavage. The cleavage of her naturally model-like figure perfectly combined flesh and bone, firmness and relaxation. Most people would probably just drool at that sight, but I only swallowed hard. Following the gleaming, wheat-colored cleavage, I couldn't find any trace of a bra.

Ning Zhufu's heart was in turmoil.

Whether it was because Luo Xiaoyan sensed my burning gaze or it was just an unconscious gesture, she instinctively covered her chest with her other hand, ending Ning Zhufu's eye-opening adventure. Then she quickly turned to the guy next to her, perhaps afraid of meeting Ning Zhufu's gaze directly; her voice was noticeably more unsteady than before. "Um, sir, please use this money to buy some food for this little dog; it's so thin."

It was a reason so kind I couldn't refuse. The guy, still showing off his two prominent front teeth, accepted the money. I glared at him fiercely: "Dude, use this money for its intended purpose."

"Definitely, definitely! Don't worry, sir, it's a stray dog, but I'll definitely let it stay with me for the next couple of days; it'll eat whatever I eat."

"Thank you, sir."

Luo Xiaoyan smiled gently.

Having received the artist brother's promise, I pulled Luo Xiaoyan up, my hand like a magnet, not letting go. I'd never experienced such a captivating, soul-stirring sensation from a woman's bony hand; I felt the lingering electric shock from those joints throughout my body. It wasn't until we stood up and turned to leave that Luo Xiaoyan's fingers slipped away one by one from my barely conscious grip. Behind us came the barking of that skinny dog.

Damn it, I was singing so enthusiastically just now and it didn't react at all, but now it's barking so loudly. It probably didn't recognize the RMB, but recognized the beautiful woman. I immediately wanted to bet with that entertainer that the dog was male and win back that hundred yuan.

"Hmm, why are you alone today? Where's your boyfriend?"

I asked casually, sensing a hint of disappointment in Luo Xiaoyan's hand slipping away.

"Yeah, why can't I be alone today? I don't have a boyfriend."

Luo Xiaoyan smiled, but couldn't hide her sadness; in front of someone as shrewd as Ning, she was practically naked. "You shouldn't be alone today, right? Where's your sister-in-law?"

"She..."

I stammered, "Well, she went on a business trip with her boss." Might as well

keep this white lie going.

"What boss? He's so inconsiderate of

his subordinates." That's not true, damn it, he's too considerate—too considerate in bed. "Sigh, I'm used to it. If...if you're free now, how about I treat you to something to drink? I'm heading to a bar nearby. Would you do me the honor? I've been meaning to invite you but haven't had the time."

Luo Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment, then beautifully puffed out her chest, as if she'd made a huge decision: "Okay, sure, I'd be honored."

We headed towards the bar. For the first time, I regretted that my parents hadn't made me taller. While talking to her, I had to awkwardly look up to see her pretty face. But when we were very close, our fingers almost brushed against each other, and Luo Xiaoyan didn't deliberately avoid it.

I felt inexplicably excited.

The bar was more lively than usual. As soon as we arrived at the entrance, we saw one of my longtime foreign friends, who had lived here for several years and was now married to a local girl. He came over excitedly, saying, "Hey, my friend, long time no see!"

Then he looked at Luo Xiaoyan beside me and said, "Your girlfriend is so gorgeous!" He winked at me with a mischievous grin. He knew I was married, but you know, in the eyes of foreigners, girlfriend and wife are totally different. I, on the other hand, had a very satisfied expression. Being complimented on the beauty of the woman beside him is something men really enjoy. Luo Xiaoyan, however, lowered her head shyly, looking embarrassed. With her English skills, she completely understood what the foreigner was saying.

After exchanging pleasantries, he went to call another acquaintance he saw. I turned back and gestured for Luo Xiaoyan to follow me into the bar, and then, suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from, I bravely took Luo Xiaoyan's hand—damn it, a girl... A friend should act like a girlfriend, go all out, I can't live up to this empty title!

This time, Luo Xiaoyan obediently placed her perfectly knuckled hand in mine.

Suddenly, a little girl with two pigtails approached us, holding a large bouquet of roses. She tugged at my sleeve and immediately launched into a clear, childlike voice, her eyes blinking adorably: "Uncle, Auntie is so pretty, she'll be even prettier with roses. Ten yuan a rose."

My wife, this little girl is so cute! But you can't blame me, how could I, an adult, refuse a little kid's request? —Since my wife, I haven't given roses to any other woman! Just as I was taking out my money, the little girl spoke up again: "Uncle, buy eleven, it represents wholehearted devotion. Only one hundred yuan!"

I cursed inwardly, "Damn this commodity economy."

But with a sweet smile on my face, I pulled out a one hundred yuan bill and bought eleven roses. When I handed them to Luo Xiaoyan, I saw that her face was as red as the roses. The moment Luo Xiaoyan held the roses, it was truly a scene of beauty where the flowers were intertwined with the person, and the person with the flowers; the beauty of the person and the splendor of the flowers were enchanting.
December 4th,

Chapter 30: Recording and Pubic Hair Fetish.

I slipped a hundred-yuan bill to the manager and asked him to find me a secluded booth. Having frequented this place for years, I was already quite familiar with the staff, so this request, which seemed a bit difficult on this special day, was instantly granted.

Faced with the series of strokes of good luck tonight, Ning's resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

I led Luo Xiaoyan by the hand through the long and noisy hall of the bar, her perfectly sculpted hand conveying an ambiguous warmth. The men and women in the hall were being fermented and catalyzed by alcohol and languid music; hormones flew like particles in the air, drifting among the strangers rubbing shoulders or the familiar arms around each other.

The dim lights of the bar temporarily concealed the desire gradually saturating on people's faces, but they couldn't hide Luo Xiaoyan's stunning beauty, as striking as her height. Luo Xiaoyan, walking through the hall, was like Gorky... The swallow, praised by comrades, streaked across the stormy sky like a beautiful flash of light, attracting the spittle of wolves and the envious glances of women.

Having just finished a performance, Luo Xiaoyan's makeup was somewhere between light and heavy, her perfectly staged look seemingly made for the mesmerizing lighting of the bar. Her perfectly sculpted face and graceful figure swayed gently, adding a touch of dazzling glamour in the flickering light. Despite the night's extravagance and restlessness, Luo Xiaoyan's eyes remained clear and slightly melancholic. That ethereal, otherworldly quality, like a lotus in clear water, seemed even more poignant and captivating amidst the decadent atmosphere of the bar, a place embodying intoxicating pleasure.

Tell me, how could Ning, holding this woman's hand, not be mesmerized, not fall into a dreamlike state like a lost lamb, not feel a surge of tenderness in his artsy soul?

When Wittler earnestly recommended the bar's newest French red wines, Ning Zhufu arrogantly remarked, "Don't ask me about the price, I only ask about the vintage. Your Miss Cherry knows what I like."

Cherry is the bar's manager, a former prostitute of dubious origin. True to her name, she's as beautiful as a ripe cherry, her greatest charm lying in her perfectly crafted, alluring, and slightly sultry allure. Later, relying on her excellent physical attributes and exceptional business acumen, she's now quite successful, reportedly working for a powerful underworld figure—just like the lyrics from the opera *Shajiabang*: This woman is no ordinary person.

Before I met Ning Hui, during my wild and dissolute days hanging out in various bars, this woman greatly admired Ning's unique, unrestrained, and artistic style. Over time, an ambiguous affection developed between us. Ning knew that this kind of woman from the nightclubs wasn't the type to eventually bring home, but adhering to the principle of entertaining himself without harming others, he had a period of flirtatious and lighthearted time with her. However, that was at most sitting on her lap, drinking a couple of toasts, pinching her buttocks, and telling a couple of jokes. The most physical encounter was when, fueled by alcohol, Ning directly reached into her clothes, unhooked her bra, and groped her breasts until she had a physical reaction. A sigh escaped Luo Xiaoyan

's lips as she leaned on Ning Zhufu's shoulder: "My dear, this is a public place..." Even though Ning Zhufu had been prepared for the beauty that her hands might display, he couldn't help but secretly marvel at how elegantly a woman's fingers could intersect with a wine glass filled with red wine. The dreamlike feeling conveyed by the graceful lines of her slender fingers, the texture of her skin, and the curve of the wine glass, combined perfectly with the alluring visual appeal of the red wine, had already captivated Ning Zhufu. He was starting to feel intoxicated before even taking a sip. What

was even more astonishing was Luo Xiaoyan's surprisingly high alcohol tolerance. Although reserved and not actively offering her glass, Luo Xiaoyan always responded to Ning Zhufu's toasts with a slight smile and an elegant, graceful drinking posture: she would sip the wine with precise precision, taking three seconds to fully appreciate it, then the cool liquid would warm and mellow in her mouth, the wine rolling down her throat with a flick of her tongue, the smooth flow disappearing into her throat. Her posture instantly evoked three distinct images: captivating, alluring, and seductive… This moment sparked my poetic inspiration: If you are the tip of your tongue, I am the wine; I would be the stream flowing across your tongue…

In the clinking of glasses, the bottle was quickly emptied. Ning Zhufu was already looking at the ceiling, almost swaying, while Luo Xiaoyan, with her back straight and chest out, barely moved. Her top-model professionalism was truly impressive; her physical training was remarkable.

This jade, further sculpted, how could it not be breathtaking?

"Teacher Nan, still want some more?"

A girl who's had a few drinks always has that sweet, cloying voice. Seeing me order another bottle, Luo Xiaoyan softly asked—her clear, mellow voice only amplified Ning's drunkenness.

"Of course I'll drink. I like...watching you drink, it's so...beautiful."

After a few drinks, Ning, emboldened by the alcohol, began to speak more frivolously—I suddenly felt ashamed that this heat was rising from some secret place within me.

Luo Xiaoyan lowered her head shyly, so low that I had to look up to see the blush and wine-red on her pretty face—a blush I couldn't quite describe—a radiant, dazzling red.

Of all the charms a woman can have, the most captivating is the shy, intoxicated beauty before Ning, who felt a surge of youthful hormones coursing through his body.

The second bottle of wine was naturally a little slower, but Luo Xiaoyan still managed to drink it within those three seconds with perfect precision. This skill impressed Ning Zhufu and also made him understand what a woman's charm truly meant. People say you can recognize a beauty by her fragrance, but you can only recognize a true beauty by her wine.

"How's work going these days?"

I suddenly wanted to know everything about the woman in front of me.

"After the model competition, I signed with a new company. I'm very busy with performances, flying all over the world. Thank you."

Luo Xiaoyan replied.

"What are you thanking me for? I haven't done anything."

"The competition was all thanks to Teacher Nan's help."

Luo Xiaoyan finally laughed heartily, then suddenly changed the subject, "Teacher Nan's rendition of 'My Deskmate' is very telling."

Luo Xiaoyan took a sip of her wine, her question full of interest.

"Hehe, you noticed that? You like it too?"

Talking about music while drinking was like peanuts with wine for Ning Zhufu.

"Hmm. I really like it, once..."

Luo Xiaoyan's Adam's apple bobbed, the wine seeming to fuel her desire to speak. A kind of melancholy, a story from a bygone era, welled up in her eyes.

"Once, a boy sang this song for you?"

I wasn't about to miss this opportunity to showcase Ning Zhufu's self-assured emotional intelligence and IQ. The word "once" was enough for me to understand what Luo Xiaoyan was about to say.

"You...how do you know that?"

Finally, after a night of avoiding Ning Zhufu's gaze, which was noticeably different from usual, Luo Xiaoyan looked directly at him for the first time. The smoky eye makeup she wore for the performance tonight, the light eyeshadow, revealed a clear, admiring gaze, a feeling of finding a kindred spirit. Unlike Ning Hui's soft features and perpetually cute, dreamy crescent moon eyes, Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, like her delicately contoured face, had sharp lines. What they had in common was a captivating gaze that could cleanse your soul.

"Who am I? Teacher Nan was young once too,"

Ning replied casually, clearly emphasizing Teacher Nan's identity, which slightly eased the awkwardness I felt in front of this girl due to the height difference.

"Teacher Nan is so smart, is there anything you don't know?"

Luo Xiaoyan smiled faintly. "Actually, it was a boy from the next class. One day after evening self-study, he waited in the classroom and sang this song just for me. I can't even remember what he looks like now, but I still remember his voice, and he played the guitar very well. I suddenly heard this song while passing by today and felt so close to him. I never expected it to be you, Teacher Nan."

What do you mean by destiny? You know, Ning thought to himself, feeling a little smug.

"That feeling... isn't it especially wonderful to think about now?"

Another bottle of wine was almost empty, and I felt increasingly heavy-headed and my breathing became labored.

"Hmm, yes. Why is it that what we miss is always the most beautiful?"

Luo Xiaoyan's words sounded both philosophical and melancholic, yet her breathing remained even. This woman's alcohol tolerance was truly immeasurable.

At this moment, Ning, the cook, was either already drunk or on his way to being drunk, but he was still being pretentious, insisting on ordering another bottle of wine. This time, Luo Xiaoyan firmly and politely stopped him: "Teacher Nan, I really can't drink anymore. I... I'll take you home."

This situation was truly hilarious; the one who couldn't drink wanted to drink, while the one who could drink said he couldn't drink anymore. This Ning, the cook, had gotten himself into a state of near unconsciousness while she remained perfectly sober and unmoved. In the end, who was really getting the better of whom?

When leaving the bar, Ning Zhufu was a little unsteady on his feet, but he could still barely control his body. However, on this night filled with alcohol and hormones, coupled with the cheesy and ambiguous reason of Valentine's Day, a wicked thought suddenly arose in Ning Zhufu's mind, and he began to sway his body exaggeratedly as he walked.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaoyan, unaware of Ning's scheme, came over with a concerned expression and helped me up. I leaned against her, and damn it, it wasn't just my hands that were against her, but my whole body... joints.

Ning's drunkenness tonight wasn't just from alcohol; bathing in the alluring scent of such a vibrant and beautiful woman was the best aphrodisiac for a man. When I leaned on Luo Xiaoyan's shoulder, I suddenly felt that I could finally have Valentine's Day.

However, my limp body seemed even shorter, leaning against Luo Xiaoyan's tall figure, looking like a chick being carried, quite comical.

In this state, the car couldn't be driven. Supported by Luo Xiaoyan, I greedily inhaled the intoxicating, alcohol-infused, and youthful scent emanating from her at such close range, shutting out all other senses. I remember the last thing I saw after leaving the bar was that Luo Xiaoyan helped me into the back seat of a taxi. Then, Luo Xiaoyan anxiously asked me, "Teacher Nan, where do you live? Where do you live?..."

Luo Xiaoyan's voice was anxious. Even though I was dizzy and lightheaded, I still managed to hear her words with the last vestige of my consciousness. But I just gritted my teeth, went completely blind, and leaned my head towards Luo Xiaoyan, pretending to be unconscious, completely acting like a drunkard.

And, to my dismay, my head landed squarely on two erect mounds. Anyone with half a brain would know what those were, especially since I was pretending to be stupid.

Leaning against it, it felt as soft as snow cream, melting my mortal body completely, a spiritual surge coursing through me—I couldn't hear if Luo Xiaoyan was moaning or not, I only felt those two firm mounds instinctively tighten around me, pressing my head firmly against them… At that moment, I so desperately wished I had divine power to sense the girl I was resting on: Are you wearing a bra, or not?

Desert. Lone smoke.

I continued towards the Dragon Gate Inn I was trying to dream of again, where my alluring Jin Xiangyu resided. The scorching sun beat down on the cracked earth like fire, the wind whipped through the sand and stones, the setting sun casting its shadow, my silhouette stretching from a dot to a long, thin line, but the Dragon Gate of my dreams remained utterly nowhere to be seen. My legs were weak, my lips were parched, and I felt utterly consumed by despair. With my last ounce of strength, I took a tiny, heavy step toward the Dragon Gate, then collapsed face-first into the ground with a thud! My hundred-pound body kicked up a cloud of dust.

I thought this fall would shatter all my fantasies about the Dragon Gate and the Golden Jade Pavilion.

I thought this extraordinary hero, Ning Zhufu, would ultimately become a vulture's feast on his journey to Longmen—I could almost see the vulture circling overhead, its eyes devoid of emotion, its talons fierce…

Just as I lost consciousness, and the vulture was about to swoop down on me, like something out of a movie special effect, the earth suddenly turned green, streams reappeared, and all living things seemed to descend upon me. Most importantly, a clear, sweet spring, like the elixir of life, flowed into my parched lips. I instinctively sucked on it, feeling as if I were drinking two fragrant petals, refreshing and invigorating.

Suddenly, a soft, tongue-like thing emerged from the petals, like a spring constantly gushing out sweet saliva, which then mingled and flowed into my mouth, seemingly inexhaustible, sweet as honey.

It turned out that it wasn't a petal, but a woman's fragrant lips.

Oh, my Jin Xiangyu, you've finally arrived!

But suddenly, Jin Xiangyu's figure became even more slender and graceful, less alluring but possessing a beauty and youth that even in simple blue clothes couldn't conceal. I suddenly didn't know if I was dreaming or not; I only remembered a suffocating, lingering kiss that made me lose all sense of time and space. A kiss that made the sun and moon rush towards the stars, that changed the face of heaven and earth.

A kiss that made my sanctity and lust arise simultaneously; my hand involuntarily reached inside Jin Xiangyu's clothes—I truly felt that inside the clothes, besides a gentle fullness, there was nothing else.

Oh—dreams, after all, must end.

"Where...where am I?"

These were the first words I uttered upon waking. When I regained my senses, I found myself in a slightly cramped sofa, covered with a blanket. Luo Xiaoyan sat beside me, looking at me with gentle, pitying eyes, her face flushed like an autumn apple.

"Teacher Nan, you're awake. You were drunk,"

Luo Xiaoyan said, her voice carrying a hidden meaning. "I couldn't get your address from the taxi, so I brought you to my place. Let you rest for a bit."

"Huh?"

This unauthorized intrusion into an unmarried woman's boudoir, especially by this charming Xiaoyan—what crime would my wife call me? I was so frightened my body went limp. Whether I was faking it or not, all that drunkenness had been jolted awake. "What...what time is it?"

I asked, reaching for my phone, which was on the coffee table beside me. "Hmm, maybe a little past one,"

Luo Xiaoyan replied.

"Have...have you received a call?"

I asked, barely daring to breathe.

"Hmm, there are two, and I think there was a text message just now."

Luo Xiaoyan looked at my panicked appearance, somewhat disappointed and nervous. "I don't dare answer for you, maybe it's your sister-in-law calling."

I quickly checked my phone. Damn it, thankfully both calls were from Boss Qiao, and the text message was from Ning Hui: "Honey, I'll be back soon, are you home?"

Thank goodness, the text message was sent five minutes ago.

I quickly texted Ning Hui back: "I'm drinking with Boss Qiao at the bar, I'll be right back!"

Then, I hung up on Boss Qiao. As soon as he answered, before I could even speak, he launched into a tirade: "What do you mean? Did you stand me up? You said you were going drinking, why didn't you answer the phone? Is your wife back or are you out messing around with some girl?"

I quickly said: "Boss, I can't explain it to you right now, let's talk about it another day. If my wife calls and asks, you must tell her we're drinking at the bar tonight!"

After I hung up and finished this series of emergency actions next to Luo Xiaoyan, I suddenly realized something was wrong. Luo Xiaoyan looked at me sadly, then forced a smile: "Hurry up and go back."

"Yes..."

I finally didn't say sorry, even though I felt a deep sense of guilt at that moment.

"Wait,"

as I turned to leave, Luo Xiaoyan suddenly called me back, took a few wet wipes from the coffee table, walked over to me, wiped my lips, and then carefully examined me for a while, finally giving a somewhat awkward smile. "Okay, all done."

That smile made me feel a pang of pain.

I then noticed a faint trace of rouge on the tissue Luo Xiaoyan had used to wipe her face.

Oh my god, what had I just done? Could it really not be the gold-inlaid jade from my dream—I instantly understood, a cold sweat and an inexplicable excitement washing over me. I knew I had gone too far with my drunken act.

I gave a bitter smile, and at that moment, I felt a different kind of feeling in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes. I went over, cupped Luo Xiaoyan's face in my hands, and gestured for her to bend down—otherwise, I couldn't complete the tender, watery action I was about to take: I planted a deep kiss on her forehead… and without saying a word, I turned away, leaving her with my back turned.

The instant I turned away, a tear rolled gently down Luo Xiaoyan's cheek. Later, she told me that it was at the moment I left that kiss on her forehead that she realized she had fallen in love with me.

I rushed home, finally arriving just minutes before Ning Hui returned. The first thing I did upon entering was to check myself in the mirror again, finding nothing amiss. My thoughts then returned from Luo Xiaoyan's channel to Ning Mansion. My mind was now consumed by only two words: recording.

This moment, almost turning from thought into reality, was upon me, and fueled by the lingering effects of the alcohol, I was almost bursting with excitement.

My wife returned home like a gentle breeze.

"Ah, do you know, honey, every time you come back from his place, you become even more alluring."

Every time my wife came home, I would give her a strong, bear hug, the feeling like a stolen treasure being found again.

"Get lost, it's your twisted logic again,"

Ning Hui denied, but her expression was undeniably charming, though she couldn't hide a hint of fatigue—she'd been tormented by a man like a wolf for half the night, I thought mischievously.

"Really, a woman's charm comes from a man's touch, especially,"

I said mysteriously, "from different men."

"You're naughty."

...After we finished washing up, we lay naked on the bed. The erotic moments that had played out countless times in the Ning Mansion, always making Ning, the cook, excited, come again.

"Where's my...my recording?"

"What recording?"

Ning Hui turned her back to tease me, leaving me with her snow-white bare back.

"Don't tease your husband like that, huh? Recording...recording your wife's absence?"

"Hmph,"

Ning Hui paused deliberately for a while, looking at my anxious appearance with obvious enjoyment, even blinking her eyes slightly, "Beg me."

"You've learned to get back at me, huh, wife? How do you beg?"

"Beg me, say 'wife, please let me listen to the recording,' beg three times."

Ning Hui pouted, her face full of vengeful pleasure.

"Hehe, I'll do something even more exciting." I moved Ning Hui's body towards me, wanting to see what kind of expression she would have when I begged her like this.

"Wife, please, please let me hear Mr. Wang fucking you."

"Ah!"

Ning Hui let out a soft moan beneath me, perhaps not expecting me to be so blatant. I felt Ning Hui becoming increasingly sensitive to lewd words.

"Wife, please, please let me hear Mr. Wang fucking you!"

"Wife, please, please let me hear Mr. Wang fucking you!"

I deliberately raised my voice higher and higher, the last time I was kneading Ning Hui's snowy breasts with both hands, sucking on one of her nipples.

"Ugh—"

Ning Hui finally let out a long sigh in response to her body's undisguised excitement. Then she handed me the phone that was on the bedside table next to her. "Honey, you're not uncomfortable or impatient listening to me making love with someone else. I didn't even want to record it at first, but then I thought you like it, and I thought you'd be so impatient and uncomfortable listening to me and Mr. Wang doing it, so I suddenly felt so..."

"So what?"

"So exciting!"

Ning Hui's body visibly shuddered as she said that. "I recorded it for you. Honey, okay?"

"Hehe, I can't take it anymore."

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared to turn on the recording on my phone. "How was it today... how did it go?"

"Hmph, listen for yourself."

Ning Hui looked at me with eyes full of tenderness. "Don't be unable to handle it, honey. Today I moaned... really loudly. I know you like me, honey. I moaned for you today too, hehe."

Ning Hui used the adverb "also," and I understood that she meant she moaned for her boss, Mr. Wang, first, and then for me. Damn it, he gets the meat while I only get the soup! But as Ning Hui said that, my penis involuntarily hardened.

"I love you to death, my sexy wife."

"Mr. Wang, everyone says I moaned so loudly today, so..."

Ning Hui closed her eyes, seemingly shy, but her face was full of spring-like joy.

"So what?"

"He said I moaned so wildly today."

"Awooo—"

A wild beast roared from within me. At that moment, I suddenly felt like I would die if I left Ning Hui. I couldn't help but hug Ning Hui tightly. "I really love you to death, wife."

"I love you too, husband. Isn't my wife good to you?"

Damn it, what kind of world is this? She was just having lewd fun under another man, and at the same time, she was whispering sweet nothings to her husband. If my wife isn't the best, then who is?

I finally turned on the recording, and the rustling sounds of the live recording started to come out. I was so excited that my breathing became rapid, and I was at a loss for what to do. I reached down and touched Ning Hui's naked body.

Suddenly, I noticed something strange. It wasn't from the recording, but from the feeling of my hand touching Ning Hui's honey pot.

Why didn't it suddenly have that usual hairy feeling when I entered her secret place?

I quickly pulled back the covers and looked at my wife's vulva. I saw that Ning Hui's crotch was smooth and clean. The pubic hair that my wife, Ning, loves to die for has been completely shaved off.

What's going on? I suddenly felt a surge of grief and indignation. How can this be tolerated by Ning, who has a serious pubic hair fetish?

Chapter 31 Sister Tang's Appointment

"What's wrong, honey?"

Ning Hui asked anxiously when she saw her husband, Ning Zhufu, staring intently at her with a look of utter dismay and pitiful distress.

"Where...where's my hair?"

I mumbled, instinctively turning off the recording, and then spreading Ning Hui's legs. To be honest, it was the first time I'd ever seen my wife's hairless vulva. The visual impact of her smooth, satin-like vulva was still quite dizzying: the dark red labia were like delicate flowers in full bloom, the texture, lines, and pores were clearly visible, and the slightly open slits seemed to be breathing out fragrant stamens, as if telling the secret of the delicate and erotic hidden within—just now, I knew that just now, my wife's tender vulva had just had a wild and passionate lovemaking session with Boss Wang's huge cock! —This visual illusion of my wife's delicate vagina filled with another man's enormous penis suddenly churned my sorrow to dust like a blender. I distinctly felt a surge of excitement, tinged with a slight pain, spreading through my body. Damn it

, have I become a masochist or something? Ning, the cook, muttered to himself. Why is it that the nicer and more promiscuous my wife is to other men, the stronger my body's reaction becomes?

"What are you muttering about, honey?"

Ning Hui didn't react immediately, and asked me coquettishly.

"Where's my... pubic hair?"

I looked up at Ning Hui, the venomous flame of pleasure burning through Ning's heart—after all, Ning, the cook, cherished his wife's pubic hair like his life—what kind of world is this? You can sleep with my wife however you want, but you can't take away my wife's pubic hair!

"Hehe, honey, I thought it was something serious!"

Ning Hui actually chuckled. It seemed my gentle and mild-mannered wife was unaware of the gravity of the situation, and also unaware of her husband's pubic hair fetish and lewd hobby.

"Tell my wife, what's going on?"

My grievances had been reduced to ashes by the flames of the fire.

"Um, Mr. Wang said he wanted to see me... without any pubic hair, said he liked it all smooth... so... so I had him shave it."

Ning Hui noticed my strange expression and looked at me timidly: "Honey, are you angry?"

"No... I'm not angry..."

I suddenly choked up, not knowing what to say, my throat felt like it was being choked by the ashes of my sorrow.

"Honey, I'm sorry. The pubic hair will grow back, okay?" Ning Hui sat up, gently cupped my face, and comforted me with a soft, sobbing voice.

To be honest, that apology was enough to make my nose sting. I really wanted to immediately throw myself into Ning Hui's arms and cry my eyes out while my wife stroked my hair and coaxed me: "Sweetie, don't cry..."

Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a while, Ning Hui tried another tactic. If coaxing didn't work, she'd flirt with me. Suddenly, her eyes were filled with a seductive, spring-like light, and her voice was sweet and coquettish: "Um, honey, don't be angry. Doesn't your wife's bare pussy look pretty? Don't you want to try it?" "

How could Ning, the cook, resist this irresistible, seductive Ning-style flirting? He grabbed his wife's now completely naked body and said, 'Hmph, I'm adding a new rule to our three-point agreement: no shaving.'

Ning bit his lip and said resolutely, 'You can have sex with my wife, but you're not allowed to touch her pubic hair!'

Sigh, this Ning cook is so adorably silly. When has he ever followed any of his three-point agreements?

'Hehehe,'

Ning Hui looked at Ning's lip-biting face and couldn't help but laugh like a silver bell, 'So my husband is this stingy, such a stingy guy!'

'I'm stingy?'

This touched a nerve that Ning, the cook couldn't resist. He pushed Ning Hui onto the bed and reached for her smooth vulva, 'Hmph! If your husband is stingy, how can this pussy enjoy being under another man's penis?'" “

Waaah,”

Ning Hui couldn’t resist my unrestrained groping and agitated words, her legs involuntarily clamping together. “Okay, honey… stop… stop it, do you still want to hear… record it?”

Ning Hui’s trick was surprisingly effective, instantly freeing her from her husband’s clutches—yes, pubic hair will grow back, right? This recording, damn it, I closed my eyes and sighed. I really didn’t know if I could bear the sound of my wife’s ecstatic moans under another man, as Ning Hui had warned me. Should I prepare some tissues in case my nose actually bleeds? I picked

up Ning Hui’s phone, which was lying next to me, and turned on the recording again. After a while, the phone emitted a rustling sound…

My heart jumped into my throat: “Wife… how… how did you record it?”

“Oh, I turned on the recording interface on my phone before I came into the room, and then put it next to the bed… When I was about to start, I asked Mr. Wang to get me a glass of water, and then I pressed the record button.”

“Didn’t he see it?”

"You probably didn't see it, the phone was facing away." Damn

, my wife's intelligence and skills are amazing, she could easily outshine Yoshiko Kawashima as a sex spy!

"I really missed you, Hui'er... I thought you wouldn't be able to come today."

Mr. Wang's deep baritone voice came from the recording. Then, accompanied by the "pop pop slurp" sucking sounds, I knew that could only be made by a French kiss with mouths swirling together—it felt much more intense and passionate than my wife's farewell kiss or any of our kisses.

My penis instantly became hard.

I suddenly felt like I was in a dream, and at this moment when my erotic dream came true, I couldn't believe that all of this was really happening right in front of me.

"Ah, is it a French kiss, wife? Is your tongue in his mouth, or are you sucking his tongue?"

My erect penis inevitably caused my voice and body to go limp.

"What do you think, husband? Do you even need to ask?" He'd forcefully stick his tongue in and let me suck it, then roll it back and suck me again, hehe.”

Ning Hui knew exactly how to get her husband teased until he was as soft as a piece of candy.

“Is it comfortable to French kiss him? Sounds more comfortable than with your husband? Do you really like it?”

“So comfortable, husband, more comfortable than with you… I love kissing him, I love the suffocating and domineering feeling when Mr. Wang kisses me.”

Ning Hui said with her eyes closed, as if reliving the moment she was still passionately kissing Mr. Wang.

“Is this how you two kiss?”

I pressed my lips to Ning Hui's fragrant lips, then stuck my tongue into her mouth, stirring it with a sizzling sound.

“More… more passionate than you, husband!” "

Oh dear," I shuddered.

"Mmm... Husband had something come up at home, *kiss*... He went to his parents' house and said he might not be back tonight... *kiss*... Mmm... I miss you so much... Darling... *kiss*..."

Ning Hui answered in the recording, her breathy speech clearly caused by her tongue being held between her teeth.

Damn it, can't you just talk properly? Kissing and talking at the same time, is it really necessary to be so clingy?

"You lie so convincingly, honey, your voice is so sweet, and you're even kissing and talking at the same time, humph, you don't even act this clingy with your own husband."

I said, a hint of sourness in my voice.

"You're jealous, aren't you? I won't let you listen anymore!"

Ning Hui suddenly yelled, trying to snatch the phone, a faint blush creeping across her face: "Hmph, this is just the beginning, honey. I'm afraid you'll turn into a sour cabbage after listening to all this, and I won't be able to explain it to your mother." "

No, no!"

I quickly blocked Ning Hui's hand. "Good wife, your husband is so happy. I'm not pickled cabbage now, I'm a sweet cabbage!"

I pulled Ning Hui into my arms and reached for her smooth, white vulva with one hand. Ning Hui, being very perceptive, didn't stop her husband's clutches—this charming wife knew what her husband needed right now...

"Is your talented butcher husband Ning usually good to you? He just abandons his wife on Valentine's Day, huh?" "

Boss Wang's voice came again. Damn it, holding someone else's wife in your arms, and still not forgetting to belittle and tease her husband, what kind of world is this? You're getting a good deal and then acting innocent, huh? If I don't approve, you won't get a thing of my wife, not a chance!

Although a trace of sadness welled up in his heart again, Ning the Cook instantly felt a surge of triumphant pleasure, as if "everything is under his control"—one day, Ning the Cook thought, "So what if you're a hero? Believe me, one day you'll be begging me to get my wife, won't you?"

"Mmm, darling, my husband isn't Ning the Butcher, he's Ning the Cook! He likes cooking and stuff, so he gave himself that name."

Ning Hui said this amidst a series of kisses. "He's...okay with me...sooooooo..."

The last sound was clearly a very comfortable moan.

"Okay?" "This is outrageous! "

Ning, the cook, suddenly felt a deep sense of injustice. This was clearly unfair treatment. He said indignantly, "You heartless woman! I've been good enough to you, wife! You've given me such a good husband, and I've let you enjoy other men's penises. Where can you find another man like that?"

"Honey, don't be angry. I know how good you are. If I didn't say that, would I be telling other people how wonderful their husbands are while I'm having an affair and cheating on them? What would that make me?"

Watching Ning Hui meticulously explain the implications of her words, leaving Ning, the cook, completely speechless...

"Sizzle..."

The sizzling sound from the recording was slightly different from the previous one.

"Mmm... Oh ah—"

Ning moaned with pleasure...

"What's going on? Wife? He... He's doing that to you, judging by how much you're enjoying it?"

"Mmm... He's sucking... sucking your wife's nipples..."

Ning Hui's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Wow... I know Mr. Wang has played with my wife's breasts countless times, but the live feel of this recording almost made my nose bleed. This man's lust is truly unfathomable. At this moment, hearing his wife's moans as someone else sucked on her nipples, Ning Zhufu was not only trembling with excitement, but his mind was also filled with the vivid image of his wife and Boss Wang's lewd act playing out right before his eyes: "Wife, I can't take it anymore! Listening to the radio isn't enough! When can we watch it live on TV? I really want to see... see how Boss Wang fucks you!"

"You're pushing your luck, husband. You can't even stand listening to it, and you want to watch it too!"

Ning Hui replied with her crescent moon-shaped lips half-open, her voice making Ning Zhufu's heart melt. He then thrust his rock-hard penis wildly into his wife's smooth, tender buttocks.

"Mmm...oh...good...so comfortable..."

Ning Hui's moans continued from the recording, "Darling...this side...together...mmmmm...right...like this...ah oh!"

"Hui'er, I love the feeling of your nipples slowly hardening in my mouth...they're so cute, all red and perky."

This old scoundrel, even taking turns sucking my wife's nipples can't shut you up, you're sucking on my fairy-like wife's beautiful nipples, damn it, he'd like any man.

“Mmm, I like it when you suck them too, they’re all yours tonight… oh.”

Ning Hui’s moans became noticeably louder, her voice filled with a surging, wanton energy: “Wow, darling, you’re so amazing right now, yours… so hard.”

“Yeah, I get hard just thinking about you, Hui’er, thank you, you’re truly my angel. Do you miss it, Hui’er? It’s been thinking about you day and night!”

“Yes… I dreamt about it last night. Let me see… what it looks like!”

The voice paused for a moment, then after a series of rustling sounds, the recording resumed with Ning Hui’s enviably sweet voice: “Wow, it looks exactly like the one in my dream, it’s so big, I can’t even hold it in my hand.”

“What’s going on, wife?… Are you working on his dick? Are you getting ready to give him oral sex?”

I didn’t dare breathe. “My dick is hard too, wife, what should I do? I want you to suck mine too. How about we suck both dicks together?” “Don’t make things worse, honey

. If you don’t listen carefully, I won’t listen anymore.” Ning Hui continued to tease every nerve in my body that was both sad and happy: “What kind of oral sex is this? It sounds so awful, so tasteless. The ancients said it’s called… ‘appreciating the flute’!” Damn it, this woman has no bottom line when she’s being wanton. With Ning, she calls it oral sex, but with Mr. Wang, it becomes ‘appreciating the flute’… I couldn’t help but feel sad again . The next sound from the recording turned into Mr. Wang’s panting and moaning. Any pervert would understand what the recording was about. My wife started sucking Mr. Wang’s penis—no, you’re supposed to be a cultured pervert, Ning, so why are you still so vulgar? My wife was appreciating Mr. Wang’s flute. “Plop…plop…sizzle” It’s amazing how high-fidelity recording quality on my wife’s phone works. Even the subtle sounds of my wife sucking Mr. Wang’s penis were clearly recorded. The smacking sounds of her mouth enveloping the rod-like object, like sucking on an ice pop, were incredibly suggestive and arousing. "Doesn't it taste amazing, honey?" Hearing my wife happily sucking on Mr. Wang's cock, I shamelessly turned into a sauerkraut instantly. "Hehe, Cuihua's served sauerkraut again, isn't she?" Ning Hui glanced at me with a sly smile, half-taunting, half-provoking, teasing me: "Hmph, so what if it tastes better than sauerkraut?" Honey, are you deliberately bringing up the sore spot? It seems my wife is really on her best tonight; this little Ning cook has been completely aroused by Ning Hui. Only the waves of pleasure from the haphazard kneading and rubbing of his penis against his wife's buttocks, combined with the incredibly stimulating recording of his wife's lewd encounter with President Wang, made Ning, the stay-at-home husband, feel the reality of this night... The recording continued... "Hui'er, last night I felt your tenderness in my dream, and today I truly felt the moist embrace of your tongue. Why is it that your tenderness is everywhere, in my dreams and in reality?" When even a rogue can play the artsy card, if this were a riddle asking you to guess military terminology, I wonder if you could guess the answer: the Spanish Armada! "Last night, you were dreaming while sleeping next to your talented husband?" Why does this question sound so lewd and provocative? Pah, you old rogue! "Mmm...yes, darling...I was sleeping next to my husband...but all I could think about was making love with you! Am I...a very bad woman?" The background voice in the recording was still Ning Hui speaking while holding President Wang's penis in her mouth. Damn it, what's going on? Wife, what are you doing? Judging by this, are you trying to drive your husband to the brink of madness? Having someone else's penis in your mouth and still discussing such sharp philosophical questions involving lovers or husbands? Don't you consider whether your husband can handle the hurt or not? "Even without Hui'er, women still have the right to pursue their natural desires and sexual happiness. If your husband is a good husband who understands women, he shouldn't stop you from enjoying this right." Pah, you old scoundrel! You think you're praising me? Sleeping with someone else's wife and finding such a high-sounding excuse? My wife is a 1000% virtuous woman—but I must admit, Mr. Wang's words were very apt in this situation, demonstrating the excellent leadership qualities of a seasoned veteran. However, Ning Hui's next sentence really shocked me, almost making my jaw drop: "Darling, if, if I were your wife, would you be willing to let me be with another man?..." Oh my god, that really put Mr. Wang in a bind! Well then, let Mr. Wang experience the power of my wife, this wild and crazy girl! "Hehehe, I didn't expect you, Hui'er, to be not only smart but also a real wild girl. You've already outmaneuvered me." "Are you reluctant to let go, darling?" Ning Hui's question was uttered with unusual clarity, seemingly having pulled Mr. Wang's penis out of her mouth. "Ouch..." Mr. Wang let out a long sigh... "Please, Hui'er, keep sucking me!" "Mmm, smack smack..." The wet licking sounds came again, indicating that Ning Hui obediently took Mr. Wang's penis back into her mouth and began sucking. "Mmm... Tell the truth, Hui'er?" Mr. Wang hummed contentedly, undoubtedly from the pleasure his wife's gentle, irresistible sucking had brought him. "But don't be angry if I tell you, Hui'er. I'm afraid you'll be scared away if I tell you." "How could I be, darling? As long as it's the truth, I won't be angry no matter what you say. As long as you're willing, darling, I'll always be your Hui'er!"

The wife was speaking these tender words to this man while he was sucking on her own penis. What a deep affection it must have taken to say such things! And now she's letting her own husband hear it—at this moment, I'm really unsure whether to be a sweet beet, a sauerkraut, or a sweet sauerkraut?

"If I had a wife as beautiful as you, out of love, I'd grit my teeth and agree to let you enjoy more of Hui'er's pleasures. But right now, I only want you to be my Hui'er! I need to feel you enjoying yourself beneath me every second! I want you to enjoy yourself, I want you to be happy, my Hui'er!"

Mr. Wang's words seemed genuine and complex. While echoing the tender sentiments, a man's desire to conquer leaped forth.

"Aww… Hui'er, you're sucking so deep! Aww—"

"Cough cough… woo woo" It was clear that Ning Hui had given Mr. Wang a deep throat, which must have brought him to a blissful state, making him moan with pleasure. My blood was surging wildly throughout my body; my mind couldn't keep up with the sudden, dramatic turn of events in this live sex show. From the moaning and slurping sounds, it was clear that Mr. Wang's penis was thrusting violently into my wife's mouth. I guessed that with each thrust of that enormous penis, it must have filled my wife's mouth completely, reaching all the way to her Adam's apple.

"Ugh,"

the recording continued to play, filled with Ning Hui's moans as her mouth was completely stuffed, interspersed with long, suffocating sounds like she was suffocating underwater, and then with heavy, labored breathing like she was surfacing. I couldn't recall ever having such intense oral sex or deep throating with Ning Hui, whether before or after our marriage.

In my daze, I glanced at my wife's flushed, rosy lips. I couldn't believe that the very act being recorded—a live sex show that was making my blood boil—was being performed by those same lips, their breath sweet as orchids. How could such a small mouth hold such a huge man's penis? Being sucked so full, the resulting moans of pleasure relentlessly assaulting my eardrums!

At that moment, I felt my body, except for my hard penis, shatter into pieces…

The recording continued…

I could no longer hear the background noise from the occasional scene changes…

I closed my eyes, and all I saw was Ning Hui and President Wang, naked and entangled, their bodies intertwined…

“Waaah… Darling, I want you, I want your penis inside me! Make Hui’er happy, just put it inside, darling… I want you! I want you!”

This was Ning Hui's voice, capable of ravaging any demon or monster—what would it feel like to hear such a beautiful, noble woman, who happens to be your wife, begging for the penis of a man who isn't yours in such a seductive and wanton voice? —I admit, this feeling is enough to crush even the most gifted writer like Ning Zhufu's literary talent. I admit that, apart from the almost painful, petrified feeling of excitement brought on by my penis, I'm tragically speechless.

"Splash—"

That's the sound of a water pump being plunged into the water, you know.

"Ah! Ahhh… Ahh—"

My wife's joyful cries. I understand.

I'm familiar with this sound, yet unfamiliar with it!

I know what's coming will come, it must be, I know the message conveyed by the recording must be that the protagonist filled with that enormous penis has become the pine tree beneath my wife…

"Slap slap slap… Slap slap slap!"

This sound is the first time I've heard it from the recording tonight, it's flesh against flesh beginning a beautiful collision, but the one my wife's snow-white body is passionately pounding against isn't me, it's her CEO Wang!

"Daddy, fuck me, fuck your Hui'er."

Here it comes! My wife's vagina is being sucked by her hero father's penis...

When Ning Hui told me that Mr. Wang was currently thrusting into her with her two white legs on his shoulders, I couldn't imagine what it would look like with my wife's vagina wide open. The image of my wife's legs hanging on Mr. Wang's shoulders and being sucked gave me a very satisfying sense of lewdness, just as lewd as my wife lying on her stomach with her buttocks raised so that Mr. Wang's penis could suck her from behind—because I knew that in this way, Mr. Wang's penis would penetrate my wife's vagina very, very deep, and in this way, my wife's vagina would be very, very happy...

I really like the saying "a woman is fucked until she changes her heart"—this saying is actually very sexy and lewd. What I ignore is the point of the woman changing her heart. My perspective is: a woman's vagina has such powerful pleasurable energy and magic to conquer a woman's heart...

"Is it comfortable, my Hui'er? Is it comfortable for Daddy to fuck you?"

Mr. Wang's incestuous role-playing was completely undisguised, damn, it sounded so exciting...

"So good, Daddy... Daddy, fuck you, Hui'er... Ahhh!"

Ning Hui's moans, though coming from the recording, were much louder than usual when she was under me. I admit that Mr. Wang's penis had a magical power in my wife's vagina that Ning, the cook, didn't have—I wondered, if I switched roles with Mr. Wang, with Ning Hui being Mr. Wang's wife and Ning, the cook, being her lover, would that penis's magic transfer to my penis?

This was a question Ning, the cook, had always wanted to know the answer to.

“Hui’er, today…today you’re moaning so wildly, I love it when you’re so wild under me! I love the feeling of you enjoying yourself under me!”

“Slap slap slap!”

Another series of intense impacts came…

“Ahhh…Daddy, Hui’er’s wildness is for you, for you, thrust hard into Hui’er’s pussy…Ahhh…I’m coming, Daddy—Aww…Aww…coming…coming…I’m coming—”

“Slap slap slap slap!”

At this moment, the frequency of flesh hitting flesh was so fast that it exceeded my perception of time and space, like a high-intensity rhapsody playing its most brilliant movement. I only know that this slap slap slap brought my wife to a wonderful, so crazy peak…

Thank you, Mr. Wang—please believe me, this gratitude is genuine, for making my wife so happy…

I have never heard Ning Hui moan like a little female beast, reaching orgasm like this. At the same time as Ning Hui’s climax, my penis, pressed tightly against Ning Hui’s buttocks, also climaxed.

When I saw my penis spurt white against Ning Hui's snowy buttocks, I suddenly realized I was in tears…

As everything calmed down, I looked at my wife, who was sleeping listlessly, and suddenly felt a surge of tenderness. I gently brushed the stray hairs from my forehead. I muttered to myself, “Darling, how was this Valentine's Day?”

Suddenly, Ning Hui said something that seemed like a half-answer, making me ponder for a long time: “A husband, a lover, it's so good to be a woman, but...I'm betraying Mr. Wang's lover, aren't I, husband?…”

After she finished speaking, I heard Ning Hui's soft snoring.

The next day, Mr. Wang flew back to another city for business. Ning Hui went to work, and I was at home with nothing to do in the afternoon.

Suddenly, a phone call came in. When I answered, a woman's elegant voice came through: “Mr. Nan? This is Sister Tang, Mr. Wang's lover. Are you free now? I'd like to invite you for a cup of coffee.” Mr.

Wang's lover—Sister Tang—invited me? What's going on?
December 4th,

Chapter 32: Robbing

Sister Tang. This phone call completely baffled me. I scratched my head, and the hand on my forehead formed the curved shape of the question mark.

I admit that Sister Tang's unexpected arrival made me uneasy—because from all angles, it seemed like the typical scenario of a wronged wife confronting her husband's infidelity's family, turning into a shrew and launching into a tirade.

Honestly, even someone as imaginative as the seasoned artsy young man, Ning Zhufu, racked his brains but couldn't conceive of any other purpose for Sister Tang's meeting besides this melodramatic plot.

Sister Tang chose a secluded location.

I entered the coffee shop on time, nervously glancing around, and found Sister Tang already seated near the window, not far from the entrance. She noticed me before I saw her. Sister Tang waved to me, offering a very kind smile—this immediately calmed my anxiety considerably, because I was certain that this smile didn't sound like that of a wronged wife, much less a shrew's.

It had been a drizzly day, but by the afternoon the rain had stopped, the sky was clear, and the sunlight streaming in through the window cast a beautiful glow on the large expanse of forehead exposed by Sister Tang's high bun.

Sister Tang wore a purple cardigan with a blue lace shawl draped over her shoulders. The combination of her delicate eyebrows, round eyes, full breasts, and curvaceous figure created an air of unapproachable nobility.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries and settling down, Sister Tang handed me an open pack of women's cigarettes. The pack was decorated with colorful characters from the South Korean language, and she gestured for me to have one. I hesitated for a moment before pulling one out and holding it in my hand, like a super-long matchstick. At that moment, I suddenly longed for Boss Qiu's Cuban cigars—those robust, imposing ones, held firmly in my hand.

Sister Tang elegantly lit a cigarette, and a faint fruity aroma began to waft through the air as the smoke curled upwards. She looked me over and said in a measured tone, "I apologize for bothering you today, Mr. Nan."

Sister Tang's voice was magnetic and dignified, slightly husky, and her lips moved in a rhythmic, full motion—if she was going to bother me like this, it must be something serious.

"Uh… Sister Tang, you're too kind."

Aside from attending my and Ning Hui's wedding with President Wang and occasionally meeting her at social events related to Ning Hui's company, I had no prior interaction with Sister Tang. This unexpected meeting today made me realize that Sister Tang was up to something significant.

"Hehehe,"

seeing my slight unease, Sister Tang suddenly laughed heartily, "I just wanted to chat with Mr. Nan today."

"Thank you for your concern, Sister Tang."

I tried to remain calm. But I understood that a female relative of a male leader visiting the male relative of a female subordinate—this kind of casual conversation was somewhat ambiguous and strange.

"Ning Hui is young, beautiful, smart, and so capable. She's a great help to President Wang at work."

Tang Jie finished speaking, her gaze sharpening as she stared at me.

The moment she said that, in the glint of lightning in her eyes, I understood that Tang Jie was no longer an outsider in Ning Hui's cuckoldry scheme! —Tang Jie seemed to have a masterful grasp of human psychology, a master of word choice—what did she mean by "greatly helpful to President Wang"? The subtext was clearly conveyed to me.

I suddenly felt like I'd been stripped naked in public, and I admit that for the first time, I felt shamefully uncomfortable about this so-called immoral act of adultery—the secret to the taboo-like excitement of such things lies in their ability to create pleasure when kept secret; once exposed, they only bring shame.

Whether Tang Jie was going to be a resentful woman or a shrew, what she was going to talk about today was undeniably Ning Hui and President Wang.

And then, would it be blackmail or extortion? Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation down my spine, and sweat instantly beaded on my forehead and palms…

“At work,”

I carefully chose my words, but I knew this caution was futile. Having already stepped on a landmine, I had no control over when it would explode. “President Wang has been very kind to Ning Hui, and I must thank him.”

Sister Tang elegantly stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, then looked at me for a long time, raised an eyebrow, and changed the subject: “I know Mr. Nan is a great talent and writer, and Ning Hui is also very busy and under a lot of pressure, right? What do you two usually like to do to relax?”

Sister Tang’s eyebrows were exquisitely drawn, and they looked beautiful when she raised them.

“Hehe,”

I admitted I gave a dry laugh, “Just like any ordinary person, occasionally watching movies, playing cards, going to bars…”

“Going to bars?”

Sister Tang’s eyes clearly lit up. “I know, the Xidi Hotel has the best bar in the city. I’m sure Mr. Nan has been there.”

Xidi Hotel? I closed my eyes and sighed deeply—I knew the moment of truth had finally arrived…

“Oh, I’ve never been there. That’s not a place for ordinary people like us.”

I continued my tacit resistance, clinging to a habitual pattern.

Sister Tang pressed on relentlessly: “Hehehe, I’ve seen Mr. Nan at the Xidi Hotel many times.”

Sister Tang took a sip of her coffee, her gaze still burning at me. “And always with your beautiful and lovely wife!”

I felt my face begin to burn; I knew my last shred of clothing had been pulled down: “What a coincidence, I was taking Ning Hui… to the gym… a friend gave me a gym membership there.”

Although I continued my futile resistance—I could already hear the landmine fuse igniting.

Sister Tang paused for a moment before pressing me with a follow-up question: "You two seem inseparable wherever you go! Even before taking your wife to the gym

, you're so affectionate!" Sister Tang leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice. I could almost smell the distinctive scent of a woman, a mixture of fruity cigarette smoke and coffee. "Your wife's just going to aerobics, and you can be so affectionate and kissy for over half a minute? I really envy your relationship!"

I knew I'd been tricked; the bar at the Xidi Hotel was just a ploy to get information out of me!

The bomb finally exploded, and my mind went completely blank!

"Mr. Nan, your cigarette is burning your hand,"

Sister Tang said with a smile, reminding me as I stood there in a daze.

I then felt a burning sensation between my fingers and quickly threw the nearly burnt-out cigarette into the ashtray.

Then Ning, the cook, met Tang Jie's gaze, which had been hesitant to confront her earlier. "Okay, Tang Jie, you win. So what do you want to do?"

Tang Jie's piercing gaze suddenly softened, and she shook her head kindly, like a kind older sister next door, saying, "You misunderstand. I don't want to do anything. Today I just want to confirm something. Although I'm quite certain that's the situation, it's still quite risky, but it seems worth the risk today."

"What did you confirm?"

"Xiao Nan,"

Tang Jie suddenly changed her way of addressing me, someone who hadn't called me that in a long time—it was clear that Tang Jie was very good at dealing with people, especially men.

Especially men younger than her, I guess. This suddenly created a sense of unspoken intimacy between me and the elegant woman before me.

"Actually, you already know what I'm talking about. Now I just want to ask you a question,"

Tang Jie continued.

"What question?" "

Regarding Ning Hui and President Wang's matter, I think you're not only a participant, but also the planner! You know what I mean, otherwise,"

Sister Tang's gentle gaze softened, "I can't explain that lingering farewell kiss you gave Ning Hui at the hotel. Am I right?"

I couldn't continue lying under that woman's tender gaze. "Um... okay, yes, even if... that's how it is."

My voice choked; I admitted I couldn't hide my inner turmoil—I couldn't fathom what kind of monster a man who willingly let his wife cheat on him would be in other people's eyes.

"Hehe, Xiao Nan, don't be nervous,"

Sister Tang noticed my unease. "I came to you today just to confirm this, and now I'm at peace. I knew about Mr. Wang and Ning Hui from the very beginning! Actually, Mr. Wang did to me what you did to Ning Hui a long time ago."

Sister Tang looked at my face, which was filled with astonishment at hearing this, and smiled mysteriously. "Why are you looking at me so surprised? Mr. Wang and I were young once too."

"You mean Mr. Wang also agreed... or willingly let you be with other men..."

I despised my incoherent words that I couldn't control at this moment.

"Yes, he willingly let me cheat on him, encouraging me to find other men, or even just have a cuckold fetish,"

Sister Tang said calmly. "But actually, I know your male psychology. Besides the thrill, it also includes that great love for women. You all want your beloved women to enjoy more of life's beauty. You should understand this feeling better than I do! So, I really admire you. Finding a man like you is truly a woman's happiness. I'm so happy for Ning Hui."

If I could, I would have burst into tears right there in the coffee shop, I would have sung a song of understanding to Sister Tang...

But in moments of extreme joy, people always have a nagging question of whether this is real. Just like everything at this moment, it's too damn coincidental, too unreal. But after hearing Sister Tang's heartfelt words, the tension that had been building up since she called me finally eased. I let out a long sigh and said, "Thank you for your understanding, Sister Tang. I'm also very honored that I've unexpectedly become kindred spirits with President Wang. What you meant by 'feeling at ease' earlier was that I no longer need to worry about breaking up other people's families, right?"

"Yes, that's the principle of this game. To be honest, Xiao Nan, I'm very grateful to Ning Hui. I think you must know about President Wang's condition, right?"

"I know. Ning Hui told me."

"Now that Mr. Wang is cured, it's all thanks to Ning Hui. Ning Hui is a good girl, I really like her, she's a lot like myself when I was young. I was really worried at first that her relationship with Mr. Wang would hurt her, and affect your relationship and family. Now, things have turned out this way, you have no idea how happy I am, I can finally relax."

Sister Tang was clearly getting more and more excited. After speaking, she suddenly remembered something, and gave me a charming raise of her lips and eyebrows: "Hehe, of course, I also have to thank you, Xiao Nan. I know that without you, there wouldn't be Ning Hui and Mr. Wang..." There

must be some mysterious reason behind everything—what did Ning Hui say in her sleep last night? I clearly remember my wife saying, "...Isn't doing this unfair to Mr. Wang's wife...?"

The unanimous reactions of Sister Tang and Ning Hui not only reflected the inherent goodness in women's nature, but also convinced me that not all affairs are so sordid; they can also shine with the touching brilliance of humanity...

"You know..."

Sister Tang's voice suddenly choked up, "Mr. Wang is a truly upright man. I'm not saying this because he's my husband; he's been through so much. Seeing him like this now makes me so happy."

I saw Sister Tang finally unable to hold back her tears as they streamed down her face—it wasn't until later that I realized Sister Tang's tears contained all the love and grievances a woman felt for her beloved husband—in a later conversation, Sister Tang told me a fact that deeply moved me: for many years, although they had intimate moments, Mr. Wang had never actually penetrated Sister Tang.

I picked up a tissue from the table and handed it to her. "I know Mr. Wang is a man of exceptional talent. I trust Sister Tang's and my wife's judgment. Now I see Ning Hui is practically worshipping Mr. Wang." "

Sigh, there's nothing I can do. I've known all these years how irresistible Mr. Wang is to women,"

Sister Tang said, gently wiping away her tears with the tissue.

"Well, how about we talk about Mr. Wang? I'm really eager to hear his legendary stories in the business world."

Besides trying to distract Sister Tang from her excitement, I genuinely wanted to know who this man who had my wife so infatuated with was.

"Okay, fine."

Sister Tang lit a cigarette, seeing that he had calmed down. "You all see Mr. Wang's success, but he actually had a tough time. After Mr. Wang left the army, I followed him all over the country, enduring a lot of hardship. But his greatest strength is his never-give-up attitude. We did many businesses, ups and downs, and finally established ourselves in the trade and logistics industry, built a company, and our business grew bigger and bigger. Just when everything seemed to be going smoothly, the financial crisis broke out in 2008. You know what that means for the trade and logistics industry. Our company suddenly went to the brink of survival." Many companies in the industry didn't survive and went bankrupt. Mr. Wang had been working hard; he didn't want to see the business he had built collapse. Just then, this state-owned group—the parent company of Ning Hui's company—proposed to merge with us. Actually, they were after a piece of land near the port that Mr. Wang had bought long ago when it was still farmland; he himself said it was his most strategically astute investment. To save the company, we needed a large sum of money, and the state-owned company's merger terms could provide that. It was a last resort, and Mr. Wang agreed to the merger plan.

"Does your original company still exist?"

"Yes, it's still under the headquarters, but Mr. Wang has his own private shares in it; that was one of the conditions of the merger."

"Then why isn't Mr. Wang managing that company anymore, and instead coming to Ning Hui's company?"

I asked, puzzled.

"Hehehe, the business world is always a dog-eat-dog world. There's a faction within the group that's always been eyeing Mr. Wang's wealth, trying to swallow him up. Sending him to Ning Hui's company is also a way to transfer Mr. Wang away and achieve their goals."

"Then Mr. Wang..."

"Alright, Xiao Nan, it's not that I don't trust you, but that's all I can tell you." Sister

Tang smiled. "I just want to say that, based on my understanding of him, Mr. Wang definitely won't give up easily. Now let's talk about you two. I'm growing to like you two more and more. I sincerely hope you can be happy forever."

"Hehe, thank you, Sister Tang."

"I understand your methods very well, but I have a piece of advice for you."

"Yes, please go ahead, Sister Tang."

"Actually, you haven't been married long. Considering your ages, especially Ning Hui, this is a bit too early. Women need time to mature. But since you've already started, as long as you're careful with your approach, it's fine. However, there's one thing I need to remind you, Xiao Nan: don't let Ning Hui focus too much on one person. I'm not saying this specifically targeting President Wang, but women are emotional creatures. Too much focus and too deep an emotional investment can cause problems. I have a painful lesson to learn from this. I'll tell you my story sometime."

After saying this, Sister Tang gazed thoughtfully out the window, looking as if time had flowed by.

Oh my god, Sister Tang is truly extraordinary. The woman beside this god-like man must be extraordinary.

"You can let her meet more men, create more opportunities for her. This world is full of wonders. Alright, it's getting late, I have to go back. I'll treat you two to dinner another day."

Sister Tang paused, then smiled at me, "You have my number now, you can... call me anytime."

Sister Tang's smile melted in the misty light streaming in from the window, appearing exceptionally alluring.

For the next few days, Mr. Wang was still out of town, and he would flirt with Ning Hui via text message every day. Of course, Ning Hui would let me review all the messages, which gave me a great sense of satisfaction. Occasionally, they would have long phone conversations. One night, Ning Hui was lying in my arms, talking to Mr. Wang for a full hour—hearing Ning Hui sweetly calling him her darling in my arms was more arousing than watching any pornographic film. I kept staring at the clock until the fiftieth minute of the call, when their passion was ignited, and Ning Hui finally couldn't help but shout to Mr. Wang on the phone, "Darling, I want you to come and take me right now! Take me!"

—hearing my wife lying in my arms calling for her lover to come and kiss her, I finally couldn't take the stimulation and shamefully ejaculated.

But I never imagined that such a peaceful and pleasant day would secretly harbor a huge upheaval.

It happened to be a weekend, and I had a business dinner with Boss Qiao. I drank a little, just enough to make me feel slightly tipsy. When I got home that evening, I saw Ning Hui, who had just finished bathing, curled up on the bed like a delicate lotus emerging from the water, reading a book.

As the saying goes, when you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust. My wife's rosy body was unintentionally in a seductive S-shape, half of her snow-white, smooth thigh and buttocks cleanly exposed outside the covers. The air emanating from her was enough to make a man's hormones run wild—combined with the influence of alcohol, my lust instantly surged, and my penis hardened in my pants.

Without a word, I pounced on Ning Hui. My hands roamed over her body, touching every exposed part of her. I deliberately created a very rough atmosphere, pulling down my pants, taking out my penis, and preparing to thrust it into Ning Hui.

"Hey, honey, are you trying to rape me or something? Um, stop messing around, go take a shower first!"

Ning Hui struggled for a while but didn't give in, completely ruining my beastly "rape" attempt.

Okay, I happily went to take a shower. When I came back, I saw Ning Hui still reading on the bed, her S-shape still the same, and that one leg still sticking out... I had to start my beastly act again.

This time, Ning Hui was much more compliant, cooperating with my beastly movements on her body, and slowly began to get aroused.

But when I put my tongue into my wife's mouth, I felt Ning Hui's brow furrow unintentionally, and she made a whimpering sound: "Um, honey... how much did you drink... your breath... smells of alcohol."

I tenderly withdrew my tongue from Ning Hui's mouth. Then I stood up, straddled Ning Hui's face, grabbed my penis, and held it to her mouth: "This one doesn't smell of alcohol! Suck my wife hard!"

"What's wrong with you today, husband? You're like a wild beast."

Ning Hui finished speaking and still took my rock-hard penis into her mouth with a smacking sound, sucking on it.

This position made me feel like I was finally the master of the Ning Mansion—this thought, along with Ning Hui's incessant licking and entwining, made my penis reach a point where it couldn't get any harder, a point where my penis felt the need to perform the most ecstatic and intense thrusting movements in my wife's warm and wet pussy. So

I rolled over, spread Ning Hui's legs, and thrust my erect penis into Ning Hui's smooth pussy.

"Ugh..."

Ning Hui couldn't help but moan.

"When I fuck you until you climax, you have to ask Mr. Wang to fuck my wife."

"Go to hell, you bad husband..."

Ning Hui twisted under me, and I thought she was trying to find a more comfortable position for her pussy to accommodate my penis. "Mmm... Husband, wait, it's not a safe period today, let's put on a condom... okay?"

I remember watching those old movies when I was a kid, they often used freeze-frame to show time standing still, damn it, I suddenly felt that even the air in Ning Mansion was frozen at this moment!

My head suddenly buzzed, and a fire suddenly rose up - after a brief dizziness, I realized that it was not lust, but an inexplicable fire!

I admit that I have done it with Ning Hui before, and we often did it when it was supposed to be a safe period. Most of the time, I was the one who took the initiative, especially when I didn't want to ejaculate outside...

But, this time, I don't know why this usual request made me react so strongly. An inexplicable feeling of pain and humiliation rose from the place where that inexplicable fire had risen!

At this moment, I suddenly lost all my animalistic instincts. I silently withdrew my penis, and as I did, a sticky sheen of fluid came out from under Ning Hui…

Ning Hui thought I was really going to find condoms and quickly told me, “Honey, the condoms are in the bedside table.” — But what I did was look for my clothes!

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

Ning Hui asked, seeing me getting dressed. “No need to go buy any, we have condoms at home.”

Silence—in military terms, this usually refers to the inevitable action before a major battle.

I remained silent, but quickly finished dressing—actually, I didn’t know why I was doing this.

By the time Ning Hui realized my unusual behavior, I had already dressed, grabbed my phone, and left. The moment I closed the door, I heard Ning Hui calling behind me, almost in tears, "Honey, what's wrong? Honey? Honey?"

The chilly air outside finally brought me back to reality, and I texted Ning Hui: "I want to go for a walk alone. What were our three rules again?

You didn't follow them, did you? I know what you and him always do. When we get home, I have to wear a condom, right?... It's okay, I want to sober up outside."

Ning Hui called immediately. I glanced at it, and instead of answering, I pressed the power button.

Then I found a secluded corner, unsure if this scene would actually happen… and it did—I saw Ning Hui rush out of her house a moment later, looking around anxiously, her phone constantly to her ear, undoubtedly looking for me…

I didn't let Ning Hui find me, and I watched her walk back home, looking back several times. My mind went blank.

I slowly emerged from my hiding place and started walking outside…

I didn't know where to go, maybe another drink? But no taxis passed by, and I wandered aimlessly into the depths of the night…

As I walked, I heard myself start singing, humming and hawing as I sang about being a little bird…

“Hey buddy, don't move!”

When that deep, sharp shout came from behind me, and the sensation of a sharp, hard object pressed against my back reached my brain, I instantly sobered up. “Robbery! Hand over your money and phone.”

The sharp object was pressed deep, still causing me pain through my clothes that protected me from the spring chill. This gave me time to observe the terrain. There was a large grove of bushes nearby—about a ten-minute walk from my house. It was situated on a connecting strip between blocks, relatively secluded with few houses. It was right at the corner of a road, without streetlights.

I then realized I really didn't have any money; I'd forgotten my wallet after showering and changing clothes.

"Sorry, I really didn't bring any money."

"Stop arguing."

"Go ahead and search me if you don't believe me."

I feigned composure. But this guy didn't dare search me, which confirmed I was alone.

"Give me your phone."

"Okay... alright."

Because I've developed a good habit of not being extravagant, this phone only cost around a thousand yuan, and I've used it for quite a while. Fine, take it. That thing sticking out of the back looks like a knife; if that thing actually pierced my flesh, it wouldn't be a joke.

When this guy took the phone from my hand—I suddenly remembered something that sent chills down my spine: the phone contained photos of me and Ning Hui having sex, and several close-ups of Ning Hui's face!

Buzz—in the roar of my head, I almost lost my soul.

The guy sheathed the knife he'd been holding to my back and was about to flee when, in a flash, I lunged forward and slapped his hand holding the phone squarely across the floor. The phone fell to the ground, and before he could react, I quickly picked it up and yelled, "Robbery!"

I admit this unexpected and fierce resistance completely enraged him. In his panicked escape, he swung the knife at me… Unable to dodge, the knife plunged deep into my shoulder, and I saw blood spurt from the wound—it was Ning Zhufu's blood, bright red and still warm…

I was relieved: the phone was still in my hand! While I was still conscious, I used all my strength to dial 110 and accurately gave my location.

Damn, the policewoman's voice was so sweet—with this warm feeling before losing consciousness, my vision went black, and I collapsed to the ground.

Chapter 33 NDE

, short for near-death experience, refers to an abnormal, transcendent psychological phenomenon experienced by humans when they are close to death. These phenomena typically include out-of-body experiences, seeing one's soul fly away from their body and dance gracefully in the sky, seeing concrete heaven and hell that can be described as beautiful or terrifying, seeing the loving smiles of relatives who died many years ago, seeing various unnamed religious and mythological deities in strange costumes coming and going in temples, or talking with God around a fireplace. You might confess to him how many innocent girls you defiled during your youthful years, or discuss profound philosophical questions with God, such as which came first, the chicken or the egg, in a very Socratic way... Reflecting on one's life in such an experience is a very sophisticated and interesting thing. The general order is to first feel extreme fear, and then truly experience Milan within this fear. The unbearable lightness of being described by Kundera, or Proust's recollection of your fleeting youth, is followed by a dazzling, ritualistic flash of light that illuminates the dark tunnel of your life, bringing a sense of liberation and peace after traversing that long tunnel. In this almost warm end-of-life care, with a bit of luck, you might even experience a wondrous trans-dimensional journey, such as traveling to an n-dimensional space you've never been to before…

It's the final euphoria of the spirit, accompanied by varying degrees of physiological pleasure depending on individual differences… According to experimental records, a few extreme cases have even been accompanied by orgasm.

Simply put, the near-death experience is meant to let you have a good time before you die!

Or, to be… pleasured to death.

And when Ning Zhufu woke up, it was already dark. This sleep set a record for the longest sleep in Ning Zhufu's thirties—a full forty-eight hours!

NTR isn't impressive; what's impressive is taking a near-death experience on the edge of life and death.

As the saying goes, life goes on, and so does thought. I'm not sure if I'm exaggerating, but if you don't criticize Ning for using such a melodramatic, sentimental style to discuss such metaphysical life philosophies, I'll tell you that during those long 48 hours on the edge of life and death, my warm fireside chat with God went like this: Ning: "Oh my god, I've spent my whole life asking, what is love? Can you tell me?"

God: "Love is that feeling of making your lover your only one, and being loyal to that only one in everything, child."

Ning: "Oh my god, heaven and earth bear witness, I really love my wife so much."

God: "Does she love you?"

Ning: "She loves me so much too. We are the most perfect couple in the world."

God: "Then you can receive my blessing! Child."

Ning: "But oh my god, there's something embarrassing about it, I'm not her only one, she...slept with other men!"

God: "Oops...Well, although lust is the root of all evil, I've always advocated looking at things humanely, specifically..." "The situation needs specific analysis. There might be many, many reasons... For example, you haven't been by her side for a long time, or maybe there are some minor problems in your sex life... Honey, this is all normal... I believe she still loves you."

Ning, the cook: "Oh my god, we've always been together, and our sex life is very harmonious. I encouraged her to be with other men..."

God: "囧...why...why?"

Ning, the cook: "Oh my god, because I love her. I want her to enjoy more of the beauty of being a woman. I really, really love her..."

God: "囧..."

Ning, the cook: "Just thinking about her being with another man makes me so excited, so excited..."

After saying this, I finally experienced the indescribable physiological pleasure of being on the verge of death brought about by the legendary NDE environment—in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, under God's very nose, I became one of the few extreme examples in the NDE experience. I shamefully got hard...and ejaculated—before the supremely revered God, my penis, filled with guilt, indulged in a lewd pleasure.

Oh my god.

God: “Stop…stop…Your story is beyond my understanding of traditional love. I can’t define whether it’s evil or not, but it has piqued my interest in what will happen next. Go back, child, I don’t want to take you in right now…”

God’s face turned red as He said this.

And so, believe it or not, Ning Zhufu had his nde (a euphemism for sexual intercourse) with God and came back. NTR isn’t impressive, nde isn’t impressive either, what’s impressive is doing nde while still thinking about NTR…

When I woke up, it was truly dark.

After a short adjustment period, I finally regained my physical senses—and unsurprisingly, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, the night outside the window completely dark, a row of medical instruments beside the bed coldly gleaming, a cardiac scanner displaying the curve of my heartbeat…

that curve seemed to be telling a story of surviving a catastrophe.

I thought that curve was the only sign of life in the room—but my slowly recovering sense of smell told me that a familiar scent of fragrant grass, accompanied by a ticklish sensation, was caressing my nostrils—it was Ning Hui's loose hair. I greedily inhaled this earthly fragrance, and then felt my hand being held by a warm, loving embrace, as if afraid of losing it. Ning Hui was gently leaning against me, her hand tightly gripping mine, peacefully asleep beside the bed.

I subconsciously shifted my body, but a piercing pain shot through my left shoulder—a pain I had never experienced before that made me feel a sense of powerlessness over a part of my body, where a large bandage was wrapped tightly.

"Ouch—"

I couldn't help but groan in pain.

"Ah? Husband, you're finally awake!"

This groan woke Ning Hui, and I finally saw my wife's crescent moon eyes that had always haunted my dreams, surrounded by wisps of red clouds. "Don't move, husband, you're still wrapped in bandages."

"Hmm...husband..."

I wanted to call out to my wife, but I found that I didn't have the strength to say it.

Ning Hui leaned closer, her face as pale as paper, but she couldn't hide her excitement and tenderness as she looked at her awakened husband: "Does it hurt, honey?"

"It hurts..."

I almost mouthed the answer to Ning Hui.

Ning Hui stared at me blankly, then suddenly two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks: "Do you know, honey, you bled so much..."

I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat.

"You scared me to death, honey. The doctor said the wound was very deep, just a centimeter away from hitting the artery. If..."

Ning Hui started sobbing, "If anything happened to you, I would..."

"Silly girl..."

I managed to squeeze out those words with all my might.

"You're the silly one, you're the silly husband! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Waaah..."

Ning Hui's sobs suddenly grew louder and louder, accompanied by violent sobs.

"Don't cry... baby, it's not... it hasn't hit the artery yet."

I forced a smile, even though I felt tears welling up in my eyes as well.

Hearing Ning Hui's explanation, I finally understood that I had truly been playing a heart-stopping game with God this time. If it had really pierced an artery, following the procedure of calling the police, the police responding, and then taking me to the hospital, by that time, I would have bled enough to fill the Jialing River. I might be lying in a crematorium instead of a hospital right now.

"You still have the mind to laugh? You've been unconscious for two days, you scared me to death, you know?"

Ning Hui looked aggrieved, her face full of coquettishness, with tears still clinging to her cheeks, making her look incredibly beautiful. "You're silly, honey! Tell me what happened! Why did you run away? You ran off and then disappeared! I hate you, I hate you!"

Ning Hui finished speaking and raised her signature fist to punch me, but instead it landed as a gentle caress on my face, her slender fingers conveying her deep tenderness for her husband.

"It's my fault, I was too angry that day, wife,"

I murmured. Feeling Ning Hui's gentle caress, the tears that had been welling up in my eyes finally spilled out.

"Husband... I'm sorry."

Ning Hui saw my tears streaming down my face and pulled out a tissue from beside her. "It's my fault, husband, but I..."

"What's wrong?"

"That day you didn't even give me a chance to explain,"

Ning Hui paused, letting me clearly see her upper lip brimming with tears, then bit her lip, her tone tinged with shame, "Husband... I want to tell you, when I was with Mr. Wang, he ejaculated inside, but... it's because he told me he can't have children anymore!"

What's going on?

So all that trouble Ning Hui caused, all that bloodshed, all that walking through hell, was just a huge blunder, wrongly accusing my wife?

"Really... really?"

I stammered, "Why... why didn't you say so sooner, wife?"

"But did you let me say it?"

Ning Hui lowered her head, new tears welling up and clinging to her cheeks.

"Oh—"

I groaned, a spasmodic pain shooting through my body, but it wasn't from the wound on my shoulder.

"What's wrong, honey? Does the wound hurt? Should we call a doctor?"

Ning Hui looked at me with concern, her voice trembling with worry.

"No… Wife, can you kiss me?"

I suddenly felt completely drained… I clearly felt the pain originating from my heart.

Ning Hui leaned closer, pursed her lips, and gently kissed my cheek. Then, she parted her lips slightly and truly enveloped my parched lips—it was that familiar, intoxicating breath, like a refreshing spring, warming my heart and soul, filled with tender affection, only with a slightly salty taste—the traces of tears on Ning Hui's lips.

"Do you know how much I love you, wife!"

I said with the last of my strength.

"I know, honey, I love you too!"

This kiss instantly filled the room with a quiet warmth.

Suddenly, a ghost hovered in this warm atmosphere—"…Have you been in touch with President Wang these past two days?"

Damn it, Ning the cook! What kind of time is this to still be thinking about this? Even NDE couldn't stop NTR, so what can stop it?

"Hmm, honey, let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"

Ning Hui's lips left mine, her long eyelashes like a curtain falling, obscuring the crescent moon above her eyes. After a moment of silence where I could almost hear her heartbeat and panting, Ning Hui said softly, "From now on, I won't have anything to do with him anymore. I only want you!" She

only wanted her husband, Ning Hui. She made it very clear that from now on, she only wanted her husband. This left Ning Hui, with his cuckoldry, infatuation, NTR, and boundless love for his wife—what to do?

These words struck Ning Zhufu like a thunderbolt—he felt a surge of anger and anxiety, realizing he had really gone too far. He was about to say something, but his already extremely weak body was drained of its last bit of energy by this sudden and violent blow.

He was speechless, and then everything went black again, and he lost consciousness… **************** ...

Seeing Ning Hui's tireless efforts and her worn-out appearance truly pained me. Since our marriage, I hadn't experienced this kind of tender care from my wife, more meticulous than caring for a kindergarten child. My heart was filled with countless emotions; saying "I love you, my wife" dozens of times a day wouldn't be enough to express my affection and gratitude.

Ning Hui, the "stay-at-home husband," was already a minor celebrity in the media and entertainment circles. Aside from a few visits from the police to inquire about the case, the number of visitors gradually increased.

Boss Qiao, Boss Qiu, Zeng Meimei, Pi Shi, and many of my old buddies who used to gamble together, as well as foreign friends from various countries, all showed up, making my ward incredibly crowded. The amount of fruit and nutritional supplements they brought could have opened a small supermarket. Ning Hui was so worried about how to handle all this mountain of stuff that I suggested giving it directly to the children at the migrant workers' children's school, which finally eased her worries. Boss Qiao, partly out of appreciation for my talent and partly out of our brotherly bond despite the age difference, managed to turn my accident outside of work into a work-related injury and reimbursed all my medical expenses. Damn, look at the good character Ning Hui has built up.

That afternoon, Ning Hui came home early from work, carrying a thermos and some other daily necessities to the hospital.

"Feeling better today, honey? My mom specially made some of your favorite preserved egg porridge. Eat it later. See how much your mother-in-law loves you?"

Ning Hui sat down and asked how I was feeling, then took out an apple to peel for me. Because I'm recovering quite well, Ning Hui's mood has improved these past two days, and she's even started making witty remarks to tease me.

But I still feel unsettled, like there's something I haven't been able to let go of.

"Hmm, well, that depends on what kind of son-in-law you find."

"Hey, you're getting all worked up over your weight."

Ning Hui picked up a slice of peeled apple and stuffed it into my mouth. "See if this can shut you up."

"Feed me."

"The nurse will come in later."

Ning Hui knew I wanted her to feed me.

"I won't eat unless you feed me."

"Okay, okay, I can't do anything with you."

After saying that, Ning Hui put a slice of apple in her mouth and brought it to my mouth.

"Knock knock knock,"

the ward door rang. "May I come in, nurse?"

"Hehe, I told you the nurse would come."

Ning Hui quickly spat out the apple, stuck out her tongue, and made a face.

Actually, it wasn't time for rounds yet. When the nurse came in, she was carrying a large flower basket. "Mr. Nan, I saw this flower basket outside your ward earlier. I wonder who sent it to you, so I brought it in for you."

"Oh, thank you."

After the nurse left the room, I took the flower basket and looked at it. I saw a beautiful card hanging on it, with a line of words written in delicate handwriting that caught my eye. The handwriting was as beautiful as the flower basket: "Wishing Teacher Nan a speedy recovery!"

"Who sent it to your husband? I didn't see him when I came in earlier."

Ning Hui asked.

"It wasn't signed, I don't know, maybe it was from a reader of a newspaper."

I couldn't recall who sent it for a moment. "I never would have guessed, my Ning-style cook has fans now!"

"You're so vain."

Before I could finish speaking, Ning Hui's expression suddenly changed. She put down the apple she was peeling and slammed the fruit knife onto the bedside table with a light thud. "If I'm not mistaken, I know who sent it."

"Who?"

"Your little swallow!"

"What's that all about, honey? How did it become my little swallow again? Why do you say it was her?"

My heart skipped a beat. Yeah, how come I didn't remember it being her?

"Just a woman's intuition,"

Ning Hui replied casually, then added knowingly, "This fan must be making you very happy."

"No, no, it's definitely not her! I have tons of fans, it's definitely not her!"

I quickly tried to smooth things over. I knew that whenever this little swallow appeared, my wife's jealousy would flare up, enough to give me a good scolding.

"Beep beep."

My text message notification rang.

Luo… Xiao Yan's!

This instantly stunned me. Before I could even admire my wife's intuition, my hand was already frozen in mid-air, unsure whether to open it.

"Mr. Nan, your text message has arrived."

Ning Hui perked up now. "Hehe, I'm too scared to look. Do you want me to check it for you?"

"Okay, okay, I'll check it now."

Now I had no choice but to look, inwardly groaning.

"Teacher Nan, I just delivered a flower basket and saw you and your wife together, so I didn't want to bother

you. You two are so happy, and I wish you a speedy recovery!" Luo Xiaoyan, you sent a flower basket, fine, but why send a text message? Why send a text message? Why say we're so happy? Are you afraid my clever wife won't understand what you're trying to express?

"Um...it's just...it's just expressing...general comradely condolences. Really, no wife."

I stammered, completely deflated.

Ning Hui spread her hands, and I understood what she meant. I obediently handed over my phone, my hand trembling as I did so.

"Heh, you two are so lucky, aren't you? Looks like your little swallow is head over heels in love with you."

Ning Hui put down my phone, carefully placed the flower basket in the corner of the ward, then took my hand and suddenly became a different person, speaking in a very sweet and coquettish voice, "Honey, when I deliver these things to the school tomorrow, I'll take the flower basket with me, okay?"

"Okay, okay, I'll take it, beautifying the campus is everyone's responsibility!"

I nodded my head vigorously.

"Knock knock knock."

The knocking sounded again!

Oh my god, can't I just have some peace and quiet?

Ning Hui went to open the door, and if you were to guess who was knocking, it would be much harder than guessing it was Luo Xiaoyan delivering the flower basket. The person who came was even more damn shocking—it was none other than that damn CEO Wang! Now

everyone's here, wife, lover... the NTR'd Ning Hui is all gathered together. What's going on here?

"Hehe, I just got back from a business trip and heard about this,"

Mr. Wang strode in like a whirlwind, followed by Blackie carrying bags of gifts. His voice was as cheerful as ever. He gestured for me, who was instinctively trying to get up, to remain lying in bed. Without further ado, he got straight to the point, "I'm here on behalf of Ning Hui's company to offer my condolences. Mr. Nan has suffered so much this time; look how distressed our Minister Ning is."

Damn it, this boss is a boss; I can't even get a word in edgewise. I glanced at Ning Hui, and being extremely sensitive to my wife's complexion, I noticed her face instantly flushed red. She lowered her head, biting her cute lips, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.

"Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang, what brings you here? Please sit down."

Ning Hui's posture was awkward, seemingly deliberately keeping a distance from Mr. Wang; I bet even a mosquito within half a meter could hear her voice.

"Hehehe, no need to sit down, I have other things to do. Xiao Ning, go to finance and apply for the family condolence money. I've already arranged it with them."

President Wang came over to check my wounds. "Hahaha, that kid went pretty hard, but it's alright. A man needs a few scars to look like a man."

Damn, is he trying to show off? But President Wang's words really left me speechless. For a minute, I lay on the bed like a fool, suddenly realizing I was like a prop in this whole drama.

I hated myself. Where did your usual quick wit go, Ning? You can't win a fight, you can't compare to war heroes in terms of scars, but damn, talking is your forte!

"Hahaha, alright, I have to go now. Mr. Nan, rest assured and recover soon."

"Thank you, President Wang."

Ning Hui and I replied almost simultaneously.

Seeing that Boss Wang and Heidan were about to leave, I caught a fleeting glimpse of Boss Wang glancing at Ning Hui… I quickly said, “Ning Hui, go see the leader off.”

Seeing Ning Hui still rooted to the spot, her brow furrowed as if unsure whether to look at me or Boss Wang, I emphasized my pleading tone, my eyes filled with tenderness: “Go ahead, wife.”

But I deliberately called Ning Hui “wife”—damn it, thinking I had no temper? This “wife” was deliberately meant for her lover to hear!

Ning Hui finally followed Boss Wang out of the room. …

The entire journey to the parking lot was silent. Just before getting into the car, Boss Wang suddenly said, “Heidan, wait outside. I need to talk to Xiao Ning in the car.”

Ning Hui hadn’t looked up since leaving the room. After a moment’s hesitation, she followed Boss Wang into the back seat.

“Are you alright?”

Mr. Wang's booming voice finally softened when he spoke to the woman.

"Hmm."

"Did you receive all the text messages I sent you these past few days?"

"Yes."

"You didn't reply to any of them. I thought you hadn't received them."

Mr. Wang smiled. "What's wrong, Hui'er?"

"N-nothing..."

Ning Hui finally mustered the courage to look out the window. Her chest heaved violently.

"I'll be very busy lately, traveling a lot."

This was clearly Mr. Wang making conversation. After a moment of silence, Mr. Wang slowly reached out his hand towards Ning Hui, but just as he was about to touch her hand, Ning Hui pulled her hand away.

Ning Hui hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and then opened the car door beside her. But just as she was about to step out, she suddenly turned around, rushed towards President Wang, nestled against his chest, closed her eyes, and gently kissed him on the lips. "I'll miss you."

Then, Ning Hui turned around gracefully, stumbled open the car door, and ran away...

************************************************************ A few days later, I had recovered enough to be discharged, but my wound still ached slightly. Just to be on the safe side, Ning Hui insisted that I stay for two more days.

That evening, Ning Hui helped me take a comfortable bath. Most of the medical equipment beside my bed had been removed. I felt the ward was unusually clean and refreshing for the first time.

I lay in bed with Ning Hui, watching TV, but the repetitive soap operas were really uninteresting.

"Honey, how about we play a game, Truth or Dare?"

"Okay, okay, but you can't cheat if you lose."

Ning Hui seemed to have had enough of those soap operas.

"Yeah, you can't cheat, that's for sure. Come on, come on."

"Two little bees,"

we started gesturing, "flying into the flowers, flying, flying..."

"Hahaha, honey, you lost! Truth?"

"Mmm, Truth!"

"Do you... miss him?"

"..."

"Say it, I said no cheating."

"...Yes."

This was the answer I expected, and I didn't know how I felt. "Okay, let's play again..."

"Two little bees, flying into the flowers, flying, flying..."

"Hahaha, honey, you lost again, this time Truth?"

"Dare!"

"I want you to help me... blow it out now, okay? I've missed you for so long, honey."

"Here? This is a hospital!"

Ning Hui's face immediately turned red.

“Yes, otherwise what would I call ‘dare’?”

“Mmm, okay. I’ll give in to you.”

Ning Hui whimpered. She then pulled down my pants, gently pulled out my penis from the middle, and softly began to play with it for a while, then opened her cherry-like mouth…

“Wait, wife, let me show you a text message.”

I took my phone from the bedside table and handed it to her.

The message I was about to show Ning Hui read: “I don’t know if it’s right to tell you, but President Wang is sick, very seriously. It’s probably a relapse of his old head injury.”

“Sister Tang sent it to me today.”

I smiled.

Ning Hui read it, hesitated for a moment, silently put the phone aside, and then took my already engorged penis into her mouth.

Because she had been looking down, I couldn’t see Ning Hui’s expression, but I felt that when she took my penis in, she sucked it in very forcefully and very deeply…

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