Temptation of the Mother-in-Law

Actually, I never thought about getting married so early. I liked the kind of life where I only had to worry about myself. Unfortunately, my girlfriend's increasingly large belly made me feel like I was being led to my execution, and I reluctantly became a groom and husband.

My girlfriend, sigh! Now I should say wife, was only 19 years old then, while I wasted 26 years of my life. Meeting her might have been accidental, or it could have been fate! It was during the time I broke up with my ex-girlfriend of three years. I was like a different person. The usually playful and cheerful me suddenly enjoyed being alone and wasn't afraid of loneliness. Every night I would turn on that dull computer, chat, look at pictures of beautiful women, play games, and sometimes browse porn sites, tormenting my rock-hard penis in front of those sexy sluts until it foamed at the mouth and drooped! But loneliness seemed determined to fight me. The more I tried to get away from it, the more it clung to me like an omnipresent electromagnetic wave, making me restless!

I love listening to music, that's no secret, but listening to the radio late at night is a story few know. Although I know most radio hosts are sweet-voiced but intimidating-looking, I'm still willing to put up with it and listen to other people's stories of past loves. After I, too, so bored, sent my story and left my phone number, my phone rang incessantly, often waking me from my sleep. Everyone was asking: "Is there really such a devoted man in this world?" And that's how my wife met me!

Honestly, I don't know why she liked me, and why this love came so quickly and directly! To put it bluntly, she must have taken advantage of my loneliness and vulnerability, seizing half of my life. From the initial text messages and phone calls to later meetings, dates, and finally, sex, it all happened without my warning.

This isn't me shirking responsibility; in my wife's words now: from the beginning until now, she has loved me far more than I have loved her! I don't deny it. In fact, after the blow of my previous relationship, my so-called emotional intelligence seemed to have vanished without a trace! Because I really couldn't distinguish what true love was! I don't know if it was her pained expression during our first time making love that moved me, or if the red blood beneath her made me feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility, but we actually got married!

Now I absolutely cannot believe that I had dated my ex-girlfriend for three years without even kissing her, let alone having sex! I naively thought, like she said, that I hoped her first time would be on our wedding night. Indeed, I was very naive, because I didn't want to ruin our once pure friendship with the impulse of love, since we were classmates for three years in junior high!

If it weren't for that time I excitedly traveled a thousand miles to see her, wanting to give her a surprise, but instead saw a scene that shocked me—her wet head wrapped in a towel emerging from the bathroom, her surprised expression unforgettable! And on her large bed lay a man nearly 40 years old!

2、被爱情忽悠

说实话，那男人跟我比差多了，从盖在他身上那隆起的毛巾被上，也可以断定——他要是躺著，肯定看不到自己的小dd，肚子大得就像怀六七个月的孕妇。那四周铁丝网，中间溜冰场似的头发，让我看了就觉得反胃！

我头也不回地走了，虽然我曾想狠狠地揍他一顿，我没有这么做，不是我没胆量，而是怕玷污了我勤劳的双手。我不知道那男人浑身发抖的身体下是否尿水直流，而这一切似乎对我来说并不重要，只是她多了一道程序，打扫一下战场而已。

鸳鸯戏水都tm淹死，比翼双飞都tm摔死！其实我并不应该去缅怀过去，只是历历在目的情景永远是我一辈子的伤痛！只是我真的不再相信爱情！

我得简单地介绍一下我现在的老婆。她认识我时，只是一个高中毕业不久的小女生而已，她从事的工作是在一个公司作美容导师。 Her mother—my mother-in-law—gave birth to her at 16 due to a puppy love affair, against her parents' wishes. When she was seven or eight, her parents divorced, and she and her mother lived together ever since.

There's an old saying in our village: "No man should be seven years older than his wife, no woman should be one year older!" I've never believed in fate. Although my wife is exactly seven years younger than me, I still defied the world and married her. It wasn't that I loved her so much; I just couldn't bear to see my child go to the Western Paradise so young.

Perhaps I'm just the kind of person middle-aged and elderly people idolize. When I first met my mother-in-law, she laughed so hard her face was distorted. It wasn't that I wasn't nervous; perhaps I just didn't feel any pressure. I was thinking: think what you want, I've already slept with her!

The effect of the first meeting with the parents was predictable. When my wife came back, she hugged my neck, making me want to call 120 (emergency services). To be honest, I really didn't want to suffocate under a woman's kiss! To reward my outstanding performance, my wife pulled out her recently purchased cookbook, saying she would prepare several delicious and fragrant dishes for me! To be honest, I knew I'd be eating instant noodles again tonight. If my wife's cooking could be considered delicious, then all the chefs at small restaurants would be working as head chefs in five-star hotels.

However, as I sat quietly on the sofa, I still couldn't help but recall the scene when I met my mother-in-law. To be honest, I really didn't expect her to look so young. If I said she was my wife's older sister, 100% of people would believe me. But thinking about it, it makes sense; she's only 9 years older than me.

After the wedding, we moved in with my mother-in-law because we had just bought an off-plan apartment, and it wouldn't be ready for another year. Actually, this was my wife's idea; she was worried that my mother-in-law would be too lonely and uncomfortable living alone. Although I didn't want to live under someone else's roof, I didn't want to make things awkward for everyone during our honeymoon.

Life as a family of three began, and my playful and teasing demeanor remained unchanged. To be honest, I don't want marriage to impose too much on me. Perhaps subconsciously, my marriage isn't much different from cohabitation.

3.

My wife's absence from work has increased my financial pressure. I really don't understand why she would rather live a perfectly good life than let me become a mortgage slave for the sake of a so-called "family"! The monthly mortgage payment of nearly two thousand yuan, plus the nutritional expenses for our future baby, forces me to bury myself in work to make ends meet. Perhaps it's the anticipation of our future baby that makes me both happy and miserable! Of course, it's undeniable that I'm a fairly responsible man; otherwise, why would I have gotten married so early? You know, the female colleagues within a three-kilometer radius of my workplace, when they heard I received my marriage certificate, their expressions were comparable to Zixia Fairy from "A Chinese Odyssey"—utterly disappointed and desperate.

I must declare: I'm definitely not handsome! If my plain appearance were described as handsome, I'd be drowned in drooling spittle from beautiful women on the street! So what if I'm not handsome? It doesn't affect the city's appearance. I still get a lot of attention wandering the streets of Fuzhou. To quote the beautiful woman at my workplace, "Average looks, a bit humorous, incredibly masculine, 100% manly!"

Isn't that obvious? I'm only 1.7 meters tall, but my strong, muscular physique isn't for nothing; it's the result of consistent exercise! Every summer when I wear my tight tank top, don't all the beautiful women stare at my chest muscles? But is just having muscles enough? My beloved girlfriend still falls for a man with a belly like a drum!

To be honest, not many people truly understand me. Perhaps, deeply hurt by past relationships, I can only use my so-called humor to mask my inner vulnerability! Yes, in this materialistic age, people's pragmatism is terrifying! Even now, I still can't understand: why could she be so sweet and affectionate on the phone with me until late at night yesterday, and today she's having hundreds of rounds of sex with him in bed?

Actually, I should also blame that damn radio station, using that beautiful, melodious voice to lure me into confessing my love! This left me completely disoriented at work for a long time, constantly feeling like my colleagues had discovered my secret. Looking back now, it was truly insane—why did I leave my phone number? Thankfully, after some careful observation, I didn't find anything unusual, except that people would occasionally say, "Wow! Ah Bing gets so many phone calls!" It's strange to get so many calls; I'm a highly sought-after bachelor! It's relatively normal for girls to like me! Sigh! Now I'm a husband, about to become a father, so I can only say that now. These thoughts can only be occasionally chuckled about in the bathroom!

My life has become linear: work—home, then work again—home again! My wife laughs so hard she wants to rub her teeth on the floor, and my beautiful female colleagues at work constantly call me a guy who prioritizes women over friends! However, they're not wrong. Even my favorite activity, basketball, I rarely participate anymore, except for games against other companies where I absolutely have to play. I absolutely refuse to play against my own people! I used to go to karaoke with colleagues every week or two to belt out a few songs, but now, except for unavoidable social engagements, I prioritize family matters and go home early to be with my wife and children.

4. The awkwardness of getting along with my mother-in-law

: My relationship with my mother-in-law is still harmonious. In my wife's words, "Since I came into the family, my mother-in-law has been smiling all the time, and seems to have become several years younger." And my mother-in-law does look quite young, which probably has a lot to do with her dressing well. That's understandable, since she owns a clothing store. If she dressed sloppily herself, who would dare to buy clothes from her?

But to be honest, I admire my mother-in-law from the bottom of my heart. Just think, a 16-year-old girl dared to defy her family's objections, elope with her boyfriend, and have a child—that takes a lot of courage! And when she abandoned her dreams for so-called love, she managed to raise her daughter alone! My mother-in-law is indeed quite good at managing the household. Before my wife got pregnant, her clothing store only employed one assistant, working from dawn till dusk herself to save on wages. But I find it rather strange; my mother-in-law is quite beautiful and has no shortage of suitors, so why doesn't she remarry?

Actually, I rarely cook anymore. It's not that I'm a chauvinist, but I feel that cooking requires frequent hands-on experience to make it delicious. Fortunately, my mother-in-law's cooking skills are quite good, allowing me to say goodbye to my instant noodle obsession. Sometimes I think: the owner of an instant noodle factory must hope that everyone in the world can't cook; if everyone were like my mother-in-law, the instant noodle factory would definitely go bankrupt! As my

wife's belly grows bigger every day, my mother-in-law gets busier too, calling to order free-range chickens and ducks from the countryside while trying to find ways to get my wife to eat more. And me? After work, I help with chores like washing vegetables and cleaning with my mother-in-law. My wife is overjoyed, lounging on the sofa and calling out, "Honey, hurry up and help Mom with this, do this!" But undeniably, my mother-in-law and I work quite well together, and the house is usually impeccably tidy.

I think every husband understands that ten months of pregnancy isn't just a woman's suffering; the man also endures it! I really hated that summer when all the beautiful women at work seemed to have launched a fashion competition, each dressed more sexy than the last, their white breasts swaying in front of me. That unruly little thing wouldn't listen to my brain, protesting with its head held high, making me afraid to even stand up.

The night is always lonely. My wife went to bed early, but I was lost in thought! Sex is a damn thing, it makes you restless! And so I could only sit alone in front of the computer, using chat to pass the time. I'm not a saint; I have my own emotions and desires! On the contrary, I miss the passionate days when I was intimate with my wife. Now, she occasionally helps me satisfy my long-awaited desires, but afterwards, I feel endless emptiness and confusion! Looking back, we were both quite foolish to think that pregnancy meant we couldn't have sex, which made me endure the long and arduous "October Revolution"!

I'm a man who's used to being carefree, and living with my mother-in-law is somewhat inconvenient. In the summer, I usually go shirtless, wearing only beach shorts at home. My wife and mother-in-law haven't said anything, but several times I've sensed a hint of embarrassment in my mother-in-law's eyes. My mother-in-law is also quite something; she often wears a semi-transparent silk nightgown, making me unable to look her in the eye. To be honest, my mother-in-law has a fantastic figure, only a size larger than my wife, yet possessing the charm of a mature woman!

Several times, I've stumbled into the bathroom with my erect penis, only to find my mother-in-law already squatting inside. My mind immediately clears, and I feel incredibly ashamed! I think my mother-in-law must have noticed my erect penis, which made us both a little awkward and blushing when I saw her the next day.

5. The Secret to Having a Son

In the golden autumn of October, the sweet osmanthus blossoms filled the air! A lovely life arrived in my life as scheduled. In this era of patriarchal values, my wife gave birth to a boy. It would be a lie to say I wasn't happy. I don't deny that I did have some hopes for a boy, after all, my family has only one son, and I didn't want my family line to end; how could I face my ancestors then! Several men at work who had girls envied me. In the words of my buddy Afei, I had mastered the secret to having a boy or girl: actually, I don't know if it's true, but he said that to have a boy, you must make the woman reach orgasm when she conceives! Otherwise, the opposite.

I don't know if it's true that not making the woman reach orgasm guarantees a girl, but I clearly remember that the time I got my wife pregnant, she was indeed in ecstasy several times, exclaiming: "Husband! You're amazing!" It made me feel so good...

Life with my baby was a mix of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy. Even at work, I was researching babies, and whenever I went to the supermarket, it was almost always to buy diapers, formula, and other baby supplies. After work, I held the baby, comforted the baby, and played with the baby—everything was for the baby! Looking at my wife's weak postpartum body, I realized how strong she had been during her pregnancy.

My mother-in-law also devoted herself to caring for the baby and my wife, and my aunt even helped look at clothing stores. The house became much livelier with the baby; the baby's cries seemed to be part of the harmonious atmosphere. To allow me to work properly during the day, my mother-in-law decided that she would sleep with my wife and take care of the baby at night, leaving me to sleep alone in the single bed in the study. Of course, I didn't object; it was all for the baby, for everything related to the baby! From then on, chatting online became a must-do to fall asleep, and one by one, so-called female confidantes slowly eroded my precious time when I wasn't paying attention!

I'm not a saint, just a man with normal physiological desires. Ever since my wife started sleeping in the same room as my mother-in-law, I haven't even touched a woman's breasts, let alone that unforgettable, wonderful paradise! Before, when my wife occasionally used her hand or breasts to stimulate my erect penis, I could feel waves of pleasure. I had no choice but to make do! But now, it's a complete quest for self-sufficiency! I can only return to my old ways, relying on myself, watching intense porn while my rough right hand grips my hard penis and pumps it rapidly. Humans are truly damn cheap, born to enjoy life! What I can do myself feels far less satisfying than having someone else help me!

Don't let my serious demeanor at work fool you; in my personal life, I'm a complete scatterbrain. In the days that followed, something incredibly embarrassing happened—just as I was immersed in the pleasure of self-pleasure, my mother-in-law pushed open my door!

The instant she opened the door, I was stunned! That rough right hand pressed down entirely on that hard penis, but unfortunately, the restless glans was still completely exposed. The frantic throbbing images on the computer screen were still jumping around. I quickly turned off the monitor, but the headset lying on the floor still rang out with an inopportune scream, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Oh my god! Why the screaming?! I quickly pulled out the headset, simultaneously pulling up my beach shorts. I thought: the whole process definitely wouldn't take more than 5 seconds. Looks like liking sports isn't a bad thing; at least it improved my agility!

6. When you feel pleasure, you have to shout!

I have to admire my mother-in-law's composure. She acted as if nothing was wrong, and the bowl of chicken soup she was carrying didn't even fall to the floor. She stood in the doorway, looking at me and saying, "Sorry, I kept knocking, but you didn't answer, so I pushed the door open. This is freshly made chicken soup, have some too, you've been quite tired from work lately!"

I reached out to take the soup, and my mother-in-law left without looking back. I was still stammering, "I! I..." Maybe my mother-in-law was right; what was there to explain? My own unworthy penis was still hard! Drinking the supposedly sweet and delicious chicken soup my mother-in-law had made, my heart felt like a jumbled mess of emotions, I didn't know what to feel.

Seriously, what time is it?! And I'm already having these fantasies so early! She knocked? How come I didn't feel a thing? Was I too engrossed? This damn headset is really something! It's never been particularly good quality before! Why is it suddenly trying to flatter me like this? And what's more, I definitely locked the door from the inside! Seriously! I couldn't sleep all night. I really don't know how I'm going to face my mother-in-law tomorrow! She probably won't tell my wife, right? She probably thinks it's normal, right? I drifted off to sleep in a daze.

The next morning, I woke up early to find my mother-in-law had already prepared breakfast. She was as cheerful and talkative as ever. Yes, I should let it go. She's been through a lot herself; she should praise my hard work and self-reliance!

I'm a bit of an optimist, prone to self-consolation. But I also realized that this unexpected event brought me and my mother-in-law closer. Maybe it's because our personalities are similar! Maybe it's because she's only nine years older than me! Or maybe it's because I've experienced so much hardship in life that I have an unusual maturity!

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, my baby is already over six months old. We've also returned to our passionate youth; in the early days after my wife recovered, we sometimes made love three or four times a night. To be honest, I don't like the layout of my mother-in-law's house. Her room is right next to ours, and the soundproofing is really terrible. Every time we're in the heat of the moment, I have to constantly remind my wife: "Keep it down! Mom will hear!" My wife doesn't care about that. In her words, "When you feel pleasure, you have to shout!"

Yes! Shout it out loud when you feel pleasure! Because she's your mother! But I feel a little awkward every morning when I see my mother-in-law. Her expression seems a bit unnatural; I wonder if it's because she didn't sleep well the night before. But honestly, I did think about buying her an imported vibrator for her birthday. But as soon as I said it, my wife ruthlessly slapped it back into my stomach. Honestly, I meant well! I just don't understand women's thinking!

My wife can't stay idle and insists on going back to work. I can't do anything about it, since my mother-in-law agreed to help her take care of the baby! But deep down, I'm still grateful to my wife. After all, household expenses are too high, and my salary alone isn't enough to save much money. We should also plan for our child's future. In this materialistic age, money is so important! So tempting!

7. Business Trips

My wife works as a beauty consultant at a cosmetics company, and business trips have become commonplace, sometimes three to five days, and sometimes almost half a month. That's how work is; we can't control it. After all, we're just employees! In my spare time, I help take care of the baby, and on weekends, I often take the baby to the supermarket and park with my mother-in-law. People often mistake my mother-in-law for my wife, and some even argue about whether the baby looks like me or her. From my mother-in-law's slightly flushed face, I can tell she's a little embarrassed, but we don't explain anything and just laugh it off.

Honestly, it's quite inconvenient to get along with my mother-in-law when my wife isn't home. I often touch her hand while bathing the baby, and I often touch her chest when I take the baby from her. My hand feels like it's been electrocuted, but I can't just pull it away immediately—the baby's still in my arms! I really don't dare look her in the eye, or she'll think I'm deliberately taking advantage of her, so I quickly grab the baby and run away.

Every time my wife comes back from a business trip, we truly live up to the saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder," and we're inseparable until the wee hours! I don't know if my wife's exaggerated moans disturb my sleeping mother-in-law, but I often hear her getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. But I can't blame my wife; if we make love in silence, it's not enjoyable, it's torture! If I had to not thrust during my orgasm, I definitely couldn't accept it either! It's just tough on me; when my wife is away, I have to sleep with my pillow and spend every day in this ambiguous relationship with my mother-in-law.

It's almost the end-of-year review time again. That day, near the end of the workday, my beautiful department head kept me behind, insisting I accompany her to a company banquet for the leaders, claiming it was some kind of political mission. Good heavens! If she wants me to be a drinking machine, she should just say so! Why beat around the bush! It's just that I rarely get drunk at company gatherings! But to be honest, I'm the kind of guy who responds better to gentle persuasion than force; my willpower and resistance are extremely low in front of beautiful women. I think that bald-headed director must know this about me, otherwise he wouldn't have told me himself.

But honestly, I've also heard that our beautiful department head seems to be having an affair with our top leader. Otherwise, she's only a few years older than me, and she wants to be a leader? Go to hell! But then again, she's been good to me. She never makes things difficult for me at work and likes to discuss problems with me. I'm not very politically astute; it's not that I don't want to advance, but too many things I've experienced have made me indifferent to many things.

That night, I really drank too much. Maybe it was because the beautiful section chief was sitting next to me, or maybe it was because the person I was hosting that night was a beautiful envoy from a higher-level agency. The bald director kept urging me to toast them, but these days being a woman is really advantageous. I downed a glass, and they barely even moved their lips. No wonder, it was our first meeting, feelings were still shallow—just a little lick!

I have a good habit when I'm drunk: I stay perfectly sober outside, but as soon as I lie down on my bed at home, I start to get drunk, my head spinning. That day, I only asked them to take me downstairs, and then I went back upstairs myself. When I reached my door and rang the doorbell, I felt waves of intoxication. I vaguely felt a woman open the door, and before I knew it, I had fallen into her arms. The red wine had a strong aftereffect, making my mouth dry and my body hot.

8. Drunken promiscuity:

What's meant to happen will happen, you can't escape it! On the contrary, what's meant to come will come, and what's meant to go will go! This is the truth I've always deeply understood about drunken promiscuity!

As she stumbled into the bedroom, my hand encircled her armpits, and I happened to touch her full breasts. I have to thank the hardworking workers in textile factories these days—how could they weave such wonderfully soft pajamas! Even through them, I could feel the softness and elasticity of her breasts! Perhaps they're becoming as thin as condoms, with ultra-thin designs becoming increasingly popular! Feelings really are the most important! Undeniably, I do love a woman's full breasts, because they give me more than just sensory allure; they resonate deep within my soul!

I held her tightly as we fell onto the bed. I frantically pulled up her pajamas, forcefully caressing her alluring breasts with my strong hands, kissing her lips, our tongues entwined inside. At first, she struggled futilely, but then slowly responded to my passionate kisses…

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The effects of the alcohol slowly wore off, but my mind gradually cleared! When I forced my eyes open and looked at her in my arms, I could hardly believe my eyes. It was my mother-in-law! How could it be my mother-in-law? She lay flat on the bed, her head resting on my left hand, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes.

I tried to get up, but she held me tightly. I was about to open my mouth to explain something when she gently pressed my hand down. I could only lie quietly on the bed like her, my eyes wide open, trying hard to recall everything that had just happened.

Alcohol isn't just for drowning sorrows; it can also be used for flirting and easily lead to loss of control! I vaguely remember everything I did, and I even sensed that she wasn't my wife, though I'd been thinking I was dreaming. What's done is done; a man should bravely face what happens! I turned to face my mother-in-law, but she spoke first.

"Ah Bing! You don't need to explain anything. You did drink too much last night, and I think you mistook me for Yangyang. It's not your fault! Maybe I have a lot of problems myself. If I had really refused, none of this would have happened. But I don't know why? I want it, and I'm afraid to have it! You know, ever since Yangyang brought you home, I've liked you a lot. But before, my liking was just because I was happy that Yangyang found a good husband. But after you moved in, I found that this liking was slowly changing. Every time I see you come home, I feel especially happy, but when you and Yangyang make love at night, and I hear those piercing sounds of pleasure, my long-dormant desires are unconsciously aroused! I like this feeling, but I'm also afraid of this feeling! Because I know that you are my son-in-law—Yangyang's husband! I'm ashamed of my thoughts—!" My mother-in-law wanted to continue, but I pressed her hand down.

9. Love and Desire Intertwined

I turned over and carefully looked at her. I really found that my mother-in-law was becoming more and more charming! I couldn't control my lust and pressed myself against her again.

When my mother-in-law went back to her room to be with the baby, I was torn by inner turmoil! I couldn't imagine how I would face the rest of my life!

Sex is like a torrent! It's a ferocious beast! Once you cross that line, it's like a drug, making you unable to stop! During the day, my mother-in-law and I would awkwardly eat together, unsure of what to say, but at night, we were like magnets, glued together again! I was living this agonizing life again, even though I repeatedly told myself that this was the last time, and I must never do anything to betray my wife again. But faced with desire, I realized how fragile my so-called rationality was!

My wife came back, and my life returned to normal. At night, we made love as passionately as ever, my wife's heart-wrenching screams no less intense than my mother-in-law's! I don't know what my mother-in-law thought when she heard it! And I always felt endless disappointment afterward!

The pre-sale apartment I bought was delivered, and I had already arranged for the design plans to be taken to the renovation shop. I really don't want to be like this anymore. During sex, I often get so carried away that I don't even know who's beneath me. I know this is unfair to my wife, and extremely hurtful to my mother-in-law. After months of turmoil, we finally moved into our new home, but my mother-in-law didn't come with us. I think my wife must be wondering why I didn't invite her to live with us, but I really don't know how to express my unease! However, I can understand why my mother-in-law didn't agree to my wife's invitation for her to come and live with us. After all, this lifestyle is a relief for everyone! My mother-in-law is still helping me take care of the child; she's been taking care of him for so long, and we have a deep bond. Besides, her aunt manages her clothing store, so she doesn't have to worry about it much.

My wife and I are finally living our own world, but when she's away on business, I can only sit alone by the computer, entering that silent world! Actually, I really admire the person who invented the internet, giving a space for the hypocritical reality of life to bravely cry out! And my story of unrestrained emotions is quietly unfolding!

I always thought I could be a good husband, but after this incident with my mother-in-law, I've started to rethink myself. I know that being drunk is just an excuse, while the restless desires in my heart are the eternal theme! I can't resist the burning passion in my body; perhaps men are inherently animals who think with their lower bodies!

I can't figure out who was right and who was wrong in the story, but I'm gradually realizing that as a man, you have to be confident! At work, there are several men more handsome than me, and 99% of them come from better families than me—maybe there's one more who hasn't been hired yet. I don't have money, but I have a lot of pride! I won't flatter my superiors for so-called advancement, nor will I feign affection for so-called "protecting women"! I'm still the same person I always was. Maybe in this unpredictable society, even a toad can get a swan! A beautiful flower is stuck in cow dung!

I think I've truly proven what my wife often says: "You're too popular with women!" And as my buddy Afei would say: "I'm just incredibly lucky with women!" Popular with women! Lucky with women, whatever! As long as I don't sell my soul or my body, what does it matter? That

's how lust is; its allure makes people lose their minds and become reckless! I don't know if there are any men in this world who can only have one woman in their entire lives, but I truly cannot! I just hold onto one belief: temptation is everywhere, and home is always a safe harbor!

[The End]

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