Two months of wasted effort

Picking up women is like fishing. You need a hook, a net, a harpoon, or even dynamite—anything to catch a fish.

But professional anglers use hooks, calmly sitting on the bank waiting for the fish to bite—that's the highest level of fishing. Picking up women also requires method. A true master, the role model for us wolves, is someone who can pick up good women without much effort.

I recently became that role model—I slept with a respectable young woman for two months without spending a penny! Some wolves might say, "Why would you pay for sleeping with a respectable woman? It's not like you're hiring a prostitute!" Of course, you don't have to pay for sex, but if you go to a hotel, don't you pay for the room?! Heh, I don't. Even the condoms were... Women are required!

Interested readers may wish to read on patiently.

One afternoon shortly after National Day, I was sitting in the office, bored, so I went on QQ. Frustratingly, I couldn't chat with anyone for half a day; either they refused to add me or blocked me after a few words. I finally met someone nearby, but she was too proper and wary, like a thief, which was uninteresting, so I stopped chatting. Sitting at my desk, I thought about it and realized I might have been too hasty. Later, I patiently started looking for targets.

I added a woman in a local chat room. Her profile said she was 32 years old, but I didn't know anything else. After much back and forth, saying a lot of nice things, she finally agreed to video chat. I didn't have video, and when she turned it on and saw I didn't, she immediately turned it off. Although it was only for a moment, I still saw her. She was a very beautiful woman with long, curly hair; the kind of woman who makes your eyes light up. The video background was her home, which looked very luxurious, like a wealthy family's home (I'm only interested in women's bodies, nothing else matters). She said I wasn't genuinely interested in chatting with her and questioned why I wasn't video-on. I explained for a long time that you can't just install a video camera in the office, but she wouldn't listen. After a while, I realized I'd probably been blocked.

Sigh, such a beautiful woman slipped away; I was so unwilling to give up!

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

I quickly registered a new number, changed my identity to a woman, and added her again. Thankfully, she agreed. She asked if I liked chatting with women, and I said I added her because we were about the same age and women have common topics. She said yes. She said I was the first female friend to proactively add her as a friend. I told her I was a business manager at a company and sent her a picture of a woman. After looking at it, she said I was very pretty and asked where I got my hair done. I casually mentioned a place (I often see it when I pass by; the storefront is big, but I don't know the inside, haha). So we chatted about many topics common to women. To be honest, it made me sweat a lot. Some of the questions were indeed beyond the knowledge of us men, but we have Baidu, right? Just look it up! Do you all know?

Through our conversation, I learned that this woman lives nearby. Her husband runs an auto parts business, and her child attends a prestigious school and only comes home on weekends. During the week, it's just her and a nanny at home. To completely dispel her suspicions about my woman's identity, I turned on the video (I have many video recordings of female netizens on my computer; I can play one as needed, ranging from 20 to 50 years old, mostly beautiful. The recording I'm showing her now is of a woman from Shanghai, an office worker, very beautiful and elegant; I recorded our video call back then). Clearly, this woman doesn't know much about computers; upon seeing my video, she... She complimented me on how beautiful and elegant I was, even more so than in photos. I chatted with the woman in the video for a while, then quickly shut down, citing a slow internet connection (after a while, I'd inevitably slip up. Once, I played a video of a woman while chatting, but I was so focused on typing that I didn't notice the woman in the video had already gotten up and left the room without touching the keyboard—naturally, I was exposed, and she immediately blocked me). We chatted for about an hour, and I learned a lot about this woman. She seemed very conservative; whenever I mentioned anything about lovers, she would immediately stop me or simply fall silent. Based on experience, women like this are more likely to cheat.

I started by making small talk, and gradually she completely trusted me and began to talk about… I became interested because I was exaggerating my abilities, portraying myself as a completely successful white-collar professional! To gain a woman's complete trust, you first need to break down her psychological defenses and make her admire you, regardless of whether I'm male or female, haha! She said she hadn't worked for many years, staying home after having children. She said she envied high-level white-collar workers like us, feeling like she was wasting her youth in comparison...

Seeing that the time was right, I slowly steered the conversation towards the main topic, tentatively mentioning sex. At this point, she no longer resisted but showed interest. I told her I had a happy family, a loving husband, an obedient son, and a successful career, but I always felt something was missing in my life. In short, I tried to make my situation as similar as possible to hers, giving her a point of comparison and paving the way for future infidelity. I

told her I had a lover, and she seemed surprised, asking if my husband knew. I said I would keep it a secret, and my husband wouldn't know. I added that most women in my company were like that, and we all enjoyed life (just keep exaggerating, make her feel...). I felt envious. But at this point, don't drag her into it, or it will arouse her suspicion. I sent her some photos of married women I downloaded online, saying they were my colleagues, and she believed me. Then I started telling her about the things we women do with men, and she became engrossed. At first, she was silent, but later she started asking questions. Haha, it seems the effect was pretty good.

I told her a lot about my secret rendezvous and sex with my lover, and she asked how we met these men (finally, she fell for it, haha). I said some were met online, but most were introduced by friends. She understood, saying that online relationships are unreliable and could go wrong, while introductions from friends are more reassuring. Seeing that the time was right, I sent her some sex photos I downloaded from sis, but they were more realistic and looked believable. She asked whose photos they were, and I said they were photos of us friends in the circle having sex with our lovers. I could feel that she was very embarrassed, but at the same time, I could also feel her inner restlessness! She said, "You guys are so lucky, I envy you guys," and then she started lamenting her own relationships. She said her social circle was too small, and that it was all because her husband was too strict and wouldn't allow her to have much contact with other men (a woman like that would be unimaginably crazy if she cheated—she's so repressed!). I sent her some pictures of group sex, and she was almost speechless with shock, saying it was unbelievable; she used to think such things only happened in novels. I pretended to be nonchalant and said it was nothing, many women do this nowadays. Then she started lamenting that she was out of touch with society.

I sent her a picture of sex, saying the woman in the picture was me (her face was covered by hair). She exclaimed that the man in the picture had a really big penis, saying you must have felt good (damn! I've only ever made women feel good). Then I made up some details about having sex with that man (I vomited), going to great lengths to be lewd, just making things up however provocatively I could! She couldn't contain herself listening to me, constantly going to the bathroom, saying she was washing her hands (haha). She asked me how I met this man, and I said a friend introduced me to one of her colleagues. She said she envied us. Ah, you guys are living such a comfortable life!

It's time to make your move!

I said, "Let me introduce you to someone too. This guy is my cousin, he's a high-level manager at a company, and he's really handsome." At first, she refused, saying, "How can this be?" I knew she was just saying it. So I changed the subject, pretending to be nonchalant, playing hard to get. Sure enough, after a while, she asked if this guy had a wife (hehe, looks like the fish has taken the bait). I said, "Of course he does. My cousin's wife keeps a close eye on him, so he doesn't dare to interact with women." After a while, I got tired of this kind of life. She deeply agreed, saying she felt the same way. I sent her a picture of myself, and she said I was indeed very handsome. So I started bragging about myself, haha. She asked if I wasn't afraid my cousin's wife would find out if I introduced her to her. I said, "Don't worry, my cousin's wife has a lover too." She asked if such an outstanding man would be interested in her. I said, "No problem, I'll set you up." She didn't agree, but she didn't refuse either; she tacitly agreed.

Wait! Getting her like this is too ordinary. Let's make it a little more challenging.

I told her that when going to a hotel with a man, the woman should always book the room first. She was surprised and asked me why. I explained that firstly, it's for safety; booking the room herself prevents unscrupulous men from tampering with it by installing hidden cameras or something similar. Secondly, it's to differentiate herself from prostitutes and give herself a sense of balance. We're not looking for men for money; on the contrary, booking the room ourselves shows our initiative and gives us a psychological advantage. She seemed to understand but didn't quite grasp my point.

I told her to send me a photo of herself and I'd forward it to her cousin (make it convincing; acting is all about realism). She sent me a photo of herself sitting on the sofa in her living room, dressed very sexily, even prettier than in the video! It was clear that this woman had truly decided to cheat.

After a while, I told her that her cousin was online and very satisfied with her, saying he wanted to chat with her. She said, "Okay, let your cousin add me."

Now that's it, "my" role is over. So she made an excuse to go for a beauty treatment. She went offline after I got her hair done at the salon.

I pretended to know nothing about her and started learning about her from scratch (it took a lot of time, but I couldn't rush it). I could tell she was quite satisfied with me. Strike while the iron is hot, and I suggested we go to a hotel right away. She was surprised, saying it was too fast and she wasn't prepared at all! I said we're not young people dating and need to get to know each other for a year or two before sleeping together. She agreed, saying we're both experienced. Sometimes going straight to the point has unexpected results; you don't give the other person any breathing room or time to think before you win them over! I asked her which hotels she usually liked, and she said she rarely stays in hotels, only when traveling with her husband. I told her the name of a nearby five-star hotel, which she knew, and I said I'd go book a room right now. She firmly stopped me, saying, "How can I let you book a room!"

Hahahaha!

I sat in my office for about an hour, and finally my phone rang. It was the number she had just given me on QQ! On the phone, she told me the room number... I hurried over. I asked her what brand of condoms she liked, and she said, "Don't worry about that, I've already bought them." (Damn! She's really saving me money! I can't even spend a little, so frustrating!)

I knocked on the hotel room door, calling out, "Delivery!" The door opened a crack, and sure enough, it was her. She saw it was me and opened the door to let me in, saying, "You're so funny." Now this woman was standing right in front of me, and I could hardly believe my afternoon's accomplishments. It was so fast I almost wondered if I was dreaming! This woman... She was wearing a floral print bodycon dress, tall and with a figure that was still quite good. Her complexion was rosy and her skin fair; she was clearly a woman who had lived a life of luxury. Looking at her made her a little embarrassed and nervous. She avoided my gaze, lowered her head, and whispered, "Am I a bad woman?" I quickly said no, and then naturally put my arms around her shoulders. She flinched, as if startled. I laughed and said, "There's no need to be so nervous. It's just the two of us in the room." She looked up at me and said, "You men aren't..." "Are all bad men like you?" I quickly replied, "Actually, I'm considered good. Bad men just walk in and grab you without a word, then take you to bed." She laughed. Gradually, the atmosphere became more lively, and she became less reserved.

I said, "Let's take a shower first," and she said, "You go first." I said, "Let's shower together," and she said, "No way." I said, "Are you afraid I'll take advantage of you?" She smiled mischievously and said, "I'm not used to it." I said, "We're going to bed later anyway, what's the point of showering together now?" She fell silent.

I helped her take off her skirt, and a pair of very beautiful breasts appeared, dazzlingly white. She quickly covered them with her hands. She told me not to look. I said, "Then take off your underwear yourself." She said, "You help me take it off" (she let go, afraid I'd see her breasts again, haha, funny). She didn't have much pubic hair, but it was very dark and looked very vibrant; you could tell at a glance she had a very strong sex drive. I touched her pubic hair, and she pushed my hand away and hurriedly ran into the bathroom. The

fine streams of water from the showerhead splashed onto her white body, and seeing her alluring figure instantly made my blood rush to my head! My penis involuntarily became hard. I hugged her from behind, feeling her body harden and tremble occasionally. She moved a little. Understandable, after all, it's her first time, haha. I kissed her neck and ears, and her body trembled even more. When I breathed hot air into her ear, she was completely out of control! Slowly, her tense body began to relax, eventually becoming limp, as if boneless. Her head rested completely on my shoulder, her eyes slightly closed, looking blissful. When I knelt down to lick her clitoris, she abruptly pulled away, saying, "Let's go to bed."

Once on the bed, she lost her earlier relaxation. Her body tensed up again, and she pulled the covers tight, burying her head inside. I crawled in, hugged her, and asked what was wrong. She said she suddenly felt a little scared. At this moment, don't say anything, but don't stop your hands. I stroked her body, starting from her face, neck, chest, breasts... little by little downwards, finally stopping at her genitals. I gently slid, kneaded, and rubbed that sensitive spot, and soon she was panting heavily, her breath filled with lust! To be honest, at her age, her labia were a vibrant pink. It's rare to see someone with such smooth, youthful skin. Firstly, it might be due to a good lifestyle and attention to skincare. Secondly, it's possible her wealthy husband is enjoying the company of his mistresses and rarely uses her.

Clearly, this woman has no experience with infidelity, and she just lay there on the bed, letting me do as I pleased. I used all my skills until she was almost at her limit before I mounted her and went straight for my target!

The moment my thick penis entered her vagina, she almost bounced on the bed! She exclaimed, "Yours is so big!" (Of course! Did you even need to say that?). I asked, "Is your husband's big?" She covered my mouth and said, "Don't mention him." I said, "That must be because he doesn't satisfy you usually." She said, "It's not entirely his; he's big too, but not as big as yours." (Satisfaction, intense satisfaction!) What could be more exciting and stimulating than having sex with someone else's wife and having her praise you for being better than her husband?! What men crave is conquest, to completely conquer the woman beneath them from the depths of their hearts! And once you conquer a woman on the first try, what else can you do? (I did whatever I wanted).

I didn't disappoint the woman beneath me, thrusting in and out repeatedly until her legs were soaking wet. I wanted to give her oral sex, but seeing so much fluid, I stopped (I reversed the order today, haha). Her moans grew louder and louder, eventually becoming nothing more than screams! Women are used to suppressing their desires, but once they let go, it's like a dam bursting, unstoppable. Her moans were loud, which excited and stimulated me even more, and the frequency increased... Finally, her body suddenly trembled violently and then she lay stiffly on the bed! She finally had an orgasm, and it was an incredibly sexually exciting orgasm. It was clear that she enjoyed this sexual climax...

I held her, gently stroking her back. She had now returned to reality from the peak of her orgasm and was awake. She said it felt like a dream, unbelievable, less than three hours had passed from chatting to going to bed! She said, "Your cousin is very open." I didn't react for a moment, then laughed and said, "Yes, she has many men..." My friend asked if I did this with other women too. I said no, she was the first online friend I'd slept with. She laughed and said she didn't believe me, but then added that she looked handsome and mature in my photos, and that's why she agreed to come to the hotel with me—she didn't seem like the type to mess around outside. (At that moment, I really admired my self-control; I managed to hold back my laughter!) I said she was so thoughtful, even preparing condoms. She gave a strange smile and said she bought the most expensive ones, so she was confident in their quality. I laughed too. We lay in bed for a while and made love again. Then she suddenly looked at the time on her phone and said she had to go home quickly.

Having tasted the sweetness of the first time, she completely let go and gradually became more proactive. Later, she was the one who directly asked me to go to the hotel. The only thing that remained unchanged was that she booked the room and bought the condoms. Several times I couldn't help but suggest that I book the room, but each time she firmly stopped me. Sigh, what can you do? Once a woman makes up her mind, nothing can change it. She always paid for the room, and at one point I even thought I'd become a gigolo!

Two months into our relationship, she suddenly texted me saying never to call her cell phone again, or she'd be finished. To be honest, I was completely stunned and had no idea what was going on.

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