A masterpiece created on a whim

The Seaview Villa was Yuan Zhen's spur-of-the-moment masterpiece, a three-story seaside villa built on a cliff by the sea, forty kilometers from the city. When Yuan Zhen placed the property certificate for a garden community and a bunch of gleaming gold keys in front of me, a shadow fell over me for a moment, making me vaguely and profoundly doubt whether my relationship with this man was merely a pure and genuine transaction of money and lust. Yuan Zhen completely changed my life. He helped me get the position of branch manager of the central bank. I knew that besides pouring in a lot of money, I also had to use his various connections. I drove the most fashionable city Jeep at the time and lived in a high-end garden community. All of this was inseparable from Yuan Zhen's care for me, especially after that gathering. Those present and those who weren't all knew what was going on. Someone as smart and capable as Gao Tian would have an obvious understanding. I drove to the seaside. I drove very slowly the whole way because my heart was full of contradictions. The car sped out of the bustling city, onto a highway leading from the city center to the bay. After driving for a while, one side was all earthen cliffs, with lush green trees peeking out from the gaps in the cliffs, while the other side revealed the blue-green sea. As we approached the bay, the same earthen cliffs and jungles appeared, but the scenery gradually brightened. Using the key Yuan Zhen had given me, I opened the security iron gate and heavy oak door of the seaside villa. After turning on the crystal chandelier in the foyer, I was stunned. I hadn't expected the villa to be so luxuriously decorated and so comfortably furnished; such a residence was something I'd only ever seen in movies. I wandered through every room, feeling increasingly comfortable and at ease with each visit. I climbed to the rooftop, surveying the entire bay. The sea breeze caressed my hair and body, refreshing my mind and spirit, and I couldn't help but puff out my chest even higher. The stunning bay view unfolded before me: mangroves and egrets reflected in the mirror-like blue waves, merging with the white clouds in the sky
, creating a scene straight out of a myth. Back in the master bedroom on the second floor, I couldn't help but walk straight to the window. The entire room was like a large painting framed in a dark yellow frame. The surging waves splashed onto the curtains, staining the edges blue. With an elegant gesture, I removed my light gray stockings and black tight-fitting skirt, leaned against the door, and gently swayed my legs like a crane. My phone rang; I saw it was Yuan Zhen and didn't answer. It rang again. I didn't answer, letting it ring. But the sound was unusually deafening in the quiet room. I answered, and he asked where I was. I made up a lie, saying I was out of town with a client. I took off my sleeveless silk shirt. Right now, I desperately needed a place away from everyone's attention, a place of quiet, safety, and privacy. The villa by the sea was just right for me. I remembered Gao Tian's expression at the gathering that day; he was like a nail embedded in my heart, tugging at my heartstrings with a dull ache. The midlife loss of his spouse had left his face pale and somewhat haggard. His messy stubble and sleepy eyes made him look listless. But to me, these very things became virtues. His unkempt appearance became a kind of decadence, and his sleepy eyes a sign of melancholy. I trembled slightly. Ever since meeting him that day, Gao Tian had always made me uneasy.
After the gathering, Gao Tian and I exchanged phone numbers, but in the days since, he hadn't called my cell phone, and I hadn't called him. I had rejected Yuan Zhen several times during these days; I wanted to be alone. Perhaps I was afraid that he might run into him when he called. I turned on the gold-plated faucet, and the fine steam gradually rose in the golden light. I stripped naked, and the large mirror in front of me fogged up, turning the curvaceous woman in the mirror into a white, shadowy figure. The woman's skin was soft, smooth, and elastic; her breasts were full and firm, like lemons cut in half. I gently stroked my body, from my shoulders to my nipples, from my face to my buttocks. As I touched myself, I muttered nonsense to myself: "Look, look, a woman of forty-five, yet she has such a figure and skin, it's simply a miracle..."
I reached out and wiped the mirror twice. In the bright, flowing light, I cupped my breasts in my hands, looked down, and pouted, as if wanting to suckle my own milk. When I released them, my breasts bounced happily, making me secretly laugh. Amidst my laughter, an unpleasant gurgling sound escaped my throat. The bathtub was filled with warm water, which shimmered like soft glass under the orange light. On the shelf beside the bathtub sat an elegantly decorated bottle of dry red wine, a tall glass, and a small stereo, from which music drifted intermittently, carrying endless lamentations and sorrow. The glass shattered, and a naked body lay in the water, like a languid mother snake slowly sipping wine, occasionally squeezing water from her face with a sponge. Sometimes I would fall asleep with my head tilted to the side, but a whiff of music would startle me awake. After drinking a glass of red wine, my lips swelled, my eyes glowed with a shimmering purple, and I would touch my chin, then listlessly fidget with my toes, squinting and absentmindedly counting them, letting the water swirl between them. I picked up my phone and dialed a familiar number, then waited breathlessly. But the phone only crackled with static; he wasn't home. I didn't call his cell phone, because a sudden weakness enveloped me. I drank
another glass of wine, and as the wine went down, sweat beaded on my forehead. I mustered my courage and dialed his cell phone. A woman answered, her voice soft and gentle like a warm breeze. I was stunned for a moment; she asked a few questions and then hung up. The phone call ruined my good mood; the woman's voice was so beautiful it made my nose sting, and I couldn't help but feel jealous. I stepped out of the bathtub, dripping wet, and casually wrapped myself in a towel, my body exuding the fragrance of a post-shower bath—the scent of pearl lotion, pearl cream, and pearl ointment, a unique perfume intoxicating my senses. In the bedroom, there was a dressing table by the bed, the mirror positioned so I could see my perfect reflection from every angle. I gazed at my breasts, gently touching my nipples to confirm their sensitivity and erectness. With an unconscious elegance characteristic of a gifted dancer, I slowly bent down, caressing the inside of my thighs. Then I stood up, admiring the fullness and rounded softness of my fair buttocks. I noticed a slight blush on my buttocks, and the crisscrossing marks left by the wicker chair. This sight inadvertently reminded me; I traced these newly left marks with my bright red-painted fingers.
I walked to the tall, walnut-inlaid dresser and opened one of the drawers. Sure enough, Yuan Zhen had prepared a lot of lingerie and stockings for me inside. Those sexy, provocative, and sensual pieces were his favorite style, each one enough to ignite his burning desire. I wondered if another man felt the same way, so desperately needing these quirky and playful things. Excited by a sinful feeling, I took out a black lace nightgown. The thin straps and delicate fabric made it seem to float on my body like a black butterfly. I could feel the blood surging through my veins, quickly flushing my face. Beneath the thick pubic hair, my labia parted, thickened, and I could feel them aroused, just like my breasts. My tongue peeked out from my half-open mouth, licking my lips. I could feel the maturity and desire within me. I could feel myself blossoming, budding, and blossoming.
Slightly dizzy, I collapsed onto the large round bed as if falling into an abyss of despair. A rapid ringing of the telephone. The sound was so sudden and unexpected that I jumped up, took a deep breath, and fumbled around in the dark for a while. Luckily, my phone was right next to me. Overwhelmed with excitement, my voice stammered and sounded unnatural: "Gao Tian, where are you?" My heart was filled with passion as I answered the phone, my throat tight and my voice trembling as I touched my smooth skin, fueled by a longing for love. "Lin Hong, was that you just now?" "I'm in a meeting." "Lin Hong, why aren't you saying anything?" he asked. "Gao Tian, I want to—" I choked on my words, my throat feeling like it was blocked with phlegm. He thought I was sobbing: "Lin Hong, don't cry, what's wrong? Tell me—" "I want to see you," I said, feeling my face burning. "Okay, suggest a place? Haven't eaten yet? Let's have a meal together." Hanging up the phone, a half-smile returned to my face. I felt incredibly happy, even happier than receiving a large sum of money. We agreed to meet at a quiet restaurant away from the city center.
I was completely undecided about what to wear for this date. For a long time, I was in a daze, mentally rehearsing my outfit choices. Skirts of varying lengths and colors swirled before my eyes like a constantly changing movie. In the end, I chose a rose-colored suit; I didn't want him to think I was frivolous. Before putting it on, I applied a little perfume between my breasts. The suit was a good choice, perfectly showcasing my long legs and firm breasts. Finally, I paired it with sheer stockings and elegant leather shoes. On the way, I drove slowly, reminding myself to be lenient with Gao Tian's lateness, as he was known for his lack of chivalry towards women. The location we chose was far from the city center, supposedly a quiet and romantic place, famous for lovers' rendezvous, and at night, it was dazzling with lights, a fairyland that intimidated a woman like me, so proper, elegant, and well-endowed. Luckily, when I arrived, Gao Tian was waving at me from the other end. As I approached, I glanced at him; he was looking at me, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke swirling around his face. I felt his long, thin face looked rather cold in the dim light. He was a thoroughbred stallion, I thought, a slight smile creeping across my face like a dragonfly skimming across still water.
Actually, he was just sitting there waiting for me. He stubbed out his cigarette and led me upstairs. I saw he was wearing a sky-blue tie, his shirt tucked into dark gray trousers. The crisp trousers hung straight down to his black leather shoes, making him appear tall and handsome. In the small room upstairs, I took off my coat, revealing a long-sleeved white shirt with black polka dots. The collar was slightly exposed, and he seemed to have lingered there. A waitress came in with a tray containing two cups of tea. She placed the tea in front of us and then left. Now it was just the two of us in this little world, our eyes locked. "Lin Hong, did you need something?" Zhou Tian's eyes shone with a certain light, dark and bright, and he carried a faint, pleasant scent of tobacco. "Can't we just have a meal together if there's nothing wrong?" I retorted. We ordered, and while waiting for the food, we chatted. Gao Tian said, "It's been a long time since we've had a quiet meal like this." Then he steered the conversation towards me, asking about my marriage, what my family thought of me—all touching on painful topics. I didn't want to be too sentimental in front of him, so I spoke restrainedly, somewhat understated, but my tone betrayed my deep discontent. Gao Tian looked directly at me, one hand on his chin, listening intently. Was this attentive listening a form of comfort, or perhaps encouragement? Without realizing it, I found myself talking more and more.
A lavish array of seafood—fish, shrimp, crab—was served, large and small dishes filling the table, and we dismissed the waiter. “Come on, let’s drink to our reunion,” I said, raising my glass. Gao Tian stood up and said, “Okay, to celebrate our long-awaited reunion.” I knew he’d misunderstood, and I almost became a laughingstock for being presumptuous. Feeling embarrassed, I picked up my glass, momentarily forgetting to ask what we were celebrating. Seeing Gao Tian finish his drink and refill it, I felt a surge of energy; his allure, like the aroma of red wine, permeated the air. The exquisite tableware on the table exuded an air of authority, and every piece of shark fin in the bowl seemed approachable. We began to speak casually and drink slowly. We chatted about the people around us. We discussed our respective situations, and the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed. A saxophone piece accompanied by soft music played in the air; its deep, melodious tune drifted through the small room, like a mountain breeze blowing across the fields, evoking a melancholic sense of lost youth.
“What are you thinking about?” Perhaps a cloud of thought clouded my face, he asked. I fiddled with a cigarette I'd taken from his pack. "I want to tell a fairy tale," I said. "A princess story?" he asked, sounding quite clever. I shook my head. "No." Then, slowly, I said, "The story of Cinderella and the prince." An awkward silence followed. I poked at the fish bones in my dish and said, "Watching you eat is so interesting. I had no appetite before, but now I do." He glanced at me sideways and said, "That's good." He smoked a Marlboro; the smoke was strong. I found the smoke pungent and asked him, concerned for his health, "Why are you smoking this kind of cigarette?" "It's strong," he said. I always felt he was competing with me in some way, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was like our eyes were always locked, not in a confrontational way, but in the end, it was always me blinking, never him. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, and I grew increasingly timid, my face revealing a growing sense of frustration and sadness.
This was a high-class club, located on a bustling, prime street in the city. The fitness center on the top floor attracted numerous socialites, wealthy women, and ladies of high society. Inside, the lighting was soft, the air conditioning hissed and released white mist, and there was a faint, alluring fragrance. The dance instructor, dressed in tight-fitting workout clothes, chanted "one, two, one" rhythmically, her voice hoarse. Behind her, a large group of women, eager to please, followed along, kicking their hips, twisting their waists, and stretching their arms, persevering despite being breathless and dripping with sweat. I worked up a sweat, my bra and underwear soaked, but I continued to dance energetically. I needed to maintain my figure. I saw the results of my workout in the mirror: my once sagging buttocks were lifted, my loose breasts and abdominal muscles were taut, and my once-proud long legs were now muscular. Love can keep a woman young, I thought. Xiaoya was beside me; she was a regular at the gym, and bodybuilding was an integral part of her life.
Since the gathering, she'd considered me a confidante, constantly calling me to tell me about new and fun places, trendy clothes, and even this gym. Every time it was almost time to leave work, she'd call to arrange a ride with me. She'd say on the phone, "If we don't expend our energy, we'll gain weight quickly." The bodybuilding instructor was still calling out the rhythm, and I stretched my long legs, pressing them down with each movement. The instructor clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, take a break. While you rest, remember to move your waist; moving your waist helps your abdominal muscles regain elasticity." I twisted my arms, and Xiaoya did the same. Both of us women were drenched in sweat. I turned and glanced at myself and Xiaoya in the wall mirror. We were both wearing tight-fitting bodybuilding outfits. My figure was better than hers—a rounder buttock and a narrower waist—while her buttocks were slightly sagging, and her legs were a little thicker. "Lin Hong, I've noticed you've maintained a really good figure." Hearing her praise, I twirled confidently in front of the mirror. My face was flushed from the exercise, and my skin was smooth and glistening.
She followed me, rubbing against me in front of the mirror. "Lin Hong, how do you have such a devilish figure? I'm going to devour you one day," she said. I smiled. "Wouldn't that be a bargain for you?" she said enviously. "You could actually be a TV host." "I don't care about being a host," I said dismissively. After finishing our aerobics routine, we grabbed our bags and went to shower. Passing by the mirror, I couldn't help but steal a glance. My body resembled a beautiful deer, with rounded buttocks and firm breasts, truly enough to make any wolf drool. The changing room was divided into small cubicles, the middle one only waist-high, revealing only heads and calves. I turned on the shower, and dozens of glistening streams of water enveloped my body. Xiao Ya was moaning in another cubicle, surrounded by a dense network of water. Was the water cold? She asked, and I replied that I was fine.
She cautiously asked me, "What's going on between you and Lao Yuan?" I immediately became alert and stammered, "What's going on?" "He said you don't answer his calls?" Xiaoya said. I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm busy, and sometimes it's inconvenient at home." "Really? He said you seem to be deliberately avoiding him." Xiaoya looked directly at me, and I said, "No, why would I avoid him?" My tone was clearly a little unsure. "It's good that you're alright, Lin Hong. Lao Yuan, even though everyone used to look down on him, you have to admit that he's successful today. He still remembers our past friendship, and we've all benefited from him." I noticed that Xiaoya was staring unabashedly at my lower body. My private parts were completely exposed to her; she could see everything clearly. I was both surprised and curious about this kind of direct staring from one woman to another.
The thick pubic hair, soaked by the water, clung to the area between my breasts. She said, "Lin Hong, your hair is so beautiful. Some people say that a woman's abundant pubic hair is a sin. But I like it; it can hide many secrets. Your woman's secrets are so deeply hidden, only visible up close, or perhaps you need to touch them. How lovely! Charming, so charming." She spoke without restraint, her laughter shaking. "Old Yuan has indeed helped me a lot," I said, and she interrupted me, saying, "Don't just talk about you. For us, Zhongping, and even Gao Tian, whenever anyone needed to accomplish something big over the years, it was always Old Yuan who generously provided the funds." Her eyes swept over my lower body again, but this time I understood and no longer avoided those dark eyes. In a place like this, where everyone is naked, being coy would ultimately be foolish. I softened my tone and said, "Xiaoya, I envy you two. It's rare to see Haiyang like this. The outside world is so vibrant and exciting, many men are indulging in it, but he hasn't had any scandals all these years." "Thank you," Xiaoya said smugly, turning to me as sweat and grime mingled with the fragrance and white foam, washing away. The cool water tightened my pores, leaving my skin taut and smooth, my body and mind refreshed, and the sweat stopped. My mood improved from the bath; my stomachache was gone, and my dizziness had subsided.
Outside, the city lights were just coming on, the neon signs of the shops shimmering like scattered gold. I drove along the hard, wide road, merging with the millions of people and vehicles passing by. At that moment, we both felt hungry. Xiaoya said, "Let's see where we can mooch a meal?" I said, "No, can't I treat you? Just tell me what you want to eat." "That's not what I meant." She made a phone call and then said to me, "Quick. Regent, they're all here." I turned the steering wheel and drove onto the ring road, overtaking two cars in a row. Xiaoya reminded me, "Lin Hong, slow down. We'll call them after they finish eating, it won't be a problem." Soon, a dazzling sea of lights appeared in front of us. The Regent Hotel is located at the intersection of a prime street in the city. From a distance, the round building exudes an air of ostentatious superiority, with elegantly dressed celebrities and wealthy women driving luxury cars coming and going. After parking, Xiaoya led me directly from the parking lot elevator to the banquet hall, then turned several corners to enter the suites inside. Inside were Haiyang, Yuan Zhen, and Zhongping, as well as a familiar-looking woman. I remembered that she was Li Yan, a popular host on the Zhongtai platform, known to everyone in the city.
This woman had fair skin and a beautiful figure, a blend of voluptuousness and alluring charm. She possessed everything wealthy and powerful men desired in their mistresses, and some said she was a thoroughly experienced harlot. Upon our arrival, Yuan Zhen seemed very excited. He busied himself moving chairs, setting the table, pouring drinks, and serving food, as if afraid of neglecting anyone. I thought I would run into Gao Tian there, but his absence clearly disappointed me. Xiao Ya noticed my sullen expression and subtly tugged at my sleeve. "Where's Gao Tian?" Xiao Ya asked, seemingly able to read my mind. Zhong Ping said, "He's got a case going on." I forced a smile, maneuvering among the men, drinking heavily like a madman, not understanding the purpose of my actions.
After dinner, Yuan Zhen suggested going to karaoke, and we all went to the rooftop nightclub. Li Yan, being an artist at heart, was perfectly at ease in this setting. She collaborated with Haiyang on a nostalgic song. Haiyang picked up the microphone respectfully, without any deliberate movements, simply swaying gently to the melody. Li Yan possessed a wide vocal range, her voice mellow and captivating, with a touch of allure. As the song flowed, her expression shifted between tender affection and soft, delicate sobs, sending shivers down the men's spines time and again. Then she sang a pop song herself. Her short hair danced and swayed with her exaggerated movements, her fiery red lips and lithe waist sending waves of irresistible impulses through the men. I seemed to deliberately indulge myself; my previously cold, indifferent face seemed to come alive, a half-smile playing on my lips, the curve of my eyelids softening. I followed them, glass after glass, never refusing, until the bottle of red wine was nearly empty. Then I started singing. The hysterical singing made me feel much better. Singing without a purpose became a purposeful indulgence, which was another reason why my mood improved.
Then, amidst their laughter, Yuan Zhen and I chose a duet song and sang joyfully together. When we got to the emotional part, his hand wrapped around my waist. Although I was a little flustered, I pulled his hand away as if on fire, stammering, "You...don't, don't do this." Yuan Zhen didn't say anything. He grabbed me. I say grabbed because it was very sudden, like a fox catching a rabbit, moving extremely quickly for fear of escape. Back in my seat, my face was covered in sweat, and a strand of hair fell over my face. Yuan Zhen's face was flushed, and he kept wiping his sweat with a tissue. As soon as I sat down, I ordered some wine. "Lin Hong, you'll get drunk if you drink like this," Xiao Ya said with a laugh, pressing her hands on my neck. "Don't worry about me, Xiao Ya, let me get drunk just this once," I shouted, pointing to my chest, my eyes shining as if they were on fire.
Later, I became completely drunk and unconscious. I vaguely remember Yuan Zhen helping me to his suite. Drunk, my body was swollen, but my senses were unusually sensitive; everything seemed to open up like a flower bud welcoming the sun. I vaguely felt my skin burning, my blood surging, seemingly all concentrated between my thighs—warm, itchy, and trembling all over. My nipples felt numb and spicy. Soft as dough, I was thrown onto the sofa by him. Yuan Zhen stripped himself naked and then began to tidy my body. He was incredibly strong, pinning me down on the sofa. He was wild and uncontrollable. He pounced on me, pressing my face down hard onto the foam mat, almost suffocating me. I struggled desperately, breathing heavily. My feet were kicking the ground behind me, my back to him. Perhaps because I was struggling, my buttocks were raised even higher, creating an extremely lewd position that excited him even more. He completely ignored my screams and curses beneath him, my body writhing in pain, which only fueled his madness. His plier-like hand gripped my neck tightly, conquering me effortlessly. Without even removing my clothes, he lifted my skirt and ripped off my panties.
Like a rumbling chariot crushing through, his penis rubbed against my pubic hair, parting my labia. He thrust hard inside, forcefully penetrating my throbbing, wet opening, pressing his lower abdomen tightly against my buttocks. My stiff body slowly thawed under his eager thrusts, my shameless buttocks rising eagerly to meet the impact. His penis reached its deepest point, his testicles slapping heavily against my voluptuous flesh. I felt as if I were floating in a hallucination; perhaps his strength was more dizzying, or perhaps the alcohol I'd drunk was affecting my mind. I was dizzy, my body light and limp, completely at his mercy. He parted my labia with his fingers, and the flowing fluids mingled with the wetness of his penetrating penis. His large glans, with its rapid rhythm, stimulated my clitoris. My body felt as if it had detached from my will, from my soul. With each exquisite thrust, my labia and buttocks tensed in ecstatic pleasure. Now, I was chasing the joy of sexual desire.
The gleaming furniture reflected the woman's intoxicated, submissive arching; her rounded buttocks, high and firm, received the thrusts and pounding of the man behind her. I grew increasingly excited, feeling his movements intensify; he was nearing climax. I waited, waiting for that moment of explosive passion. He lingered on the edge of pleasure, while his swollen penis, growing ever thicker, rubbed against my vagina, the resulting wet fluids already wetting my thighs, making my mind race. A finger skillfully slid around my labia, searching for my climax. The mere gentle gliding of his fingertips on my labia triggered a wondrous, intoxicating tremor—the prelude to my impending climax.
I felt a spasm inside, and a glistening flow of vaginal fluid. I felt his penis penetrating deeper, thick and wet with each thrust, like burning ice, sending a fiery, frenzied sensation through me. Finally, Yuan Zhen completely lost control, unleashing his pent-up passion. As he shamelessly reached his climax, he screamed with ecstasy. I seemed to reach the peak of pleasure alongside him. He didn't immediately withdraw, but instead caressed and fondled my breasts. I gasped for breath in the relentless waves of pleasure. Semen and vaginal fluid mingled and gushed forth, seeping down my thighs and wetting the folds of my skirt.
My first meeting with Gao Tian alone left a deep impression on me, gradually driving me to a state of feverish unease. Based on my understanding of men, his silence was not as impenetrable as it appeared. I simply didn't know how to work my magic to disarm him, how to melt his seemingly hard heart. I was certain that his heart possessed a fiery passion and a deep, unwavering affection—this was the truth behind Gao Tian's hidden nature. In the days that followed, we met more frequently, as I actively participated in Yuan Zhen and his friends' gatherings at the Regent Hotel. Every ten days or so, Yuan Zhen would convene them—Haiyang, Zhongping, and Gao Tian—to play cards in a suite at the Regent. Previously, I had been quite disdainful, especially since Mingguang was a compulsive gambler and utterly despised it. But now, I reveled in it. I knew nothing about mahjong; I couldn't even distinguish the different suits. Yet, I longed for these nights, because only during card games could I get close to Gao Tian. I could take advantage of his concentration at the table, pull up a chair, sit quietly behind him, and stealthily enter.
"Gao Tian, I've never seen your luck with cards so good. Is it because Lin Hong is sitting next to you?" Zhong Ping blinked his small eyes behind his glasses, flipping over the red dragon in his hand, not playing it, but instead taking it back and playing another card. Yuan Zhen moved his hand slightly; it was obvious he almost called for a pong of the red dragon, but Zhong Ping took it back, and he glared at him in dissatisfaction. "Old Yuan, you always fall for Zhong Ping's tricks. Can't you learn to be smart?" Hai Yang said. He played cards with such grace, unhurried and steady, always so confident. "Look, Old Yuan is getting impatient. Lin Hong, change your seat," Xiao Ya said. She always followed Hai Yang; the couple were always inseparable. Her sexy body was tightly wrapped in a tight-fitting tussah dress, her lips red and alluring. “Old Yuan always plays big. I’m warning you, don’t let him win. One hand is enough for him to turn his losses around with interest,” Zhongping said. He was also with Li Yan, who was wearing a casual dress with a round neck and short sleeves. Under the pink lamp, her exposed arms and chest had a rosy glow, like they were sprinkled with powder.
“Who’s going to play?” Yuan Zhen’s hand was almost outstretched when Gao Tian said, “Haiyang.” Haiyang hesitated, and Xiaoya pointed to a card in front of him. Haiyang turned around, smiled, and played the card. As soon as the one-of-a-kind was played, Gao Tian quickly called for a pong, but Yuan Zhen won. Gao Tian smiled generously and said, “Take it. A gentleman doesn’t take what others love.” To me, this sounded like a double entendre, and my face immediately darkened. Haiyang then chimed in, “A gentleman doesn’t force others to do things they don’t want.” I walked away sullenly, pretending I knew nothing. I poured myself a glass of red wine and sat down on the sofa. Xiaoya followed me over, saying, "They won't stop until they're completely out of control." I removed her hand from my shoulder and handed her a glass. Xiaoya filled her glass, took the bottle, and held it up to mine. I quickly blocked her with my hand. She tilted her head back and drank half a glass, looking quite heroic, but her eyes pleaded. She said, "Lin Hong, can't you get drunk with me?" "Drinking here is just for brooding," I said loudly to the men.
Suddenly, Xiaoya said, "Why don't we go to the rooftop? There's a model show there!" This suggestion was immediately agreed upon, especially since I was feeling bored at the moment. Oh my dear sister! I jumped up and cheered exaggeratedly. Xiaoya laughed and said, "I knew I could tickle your funny bone!" She moved behind me, wrapped her arms around my neck, tilted her head, and kissed my cheek. I smelled a mossy scent from her breath, a mixture of smoke and alcohol. I didn't dislike the smell, but her intimacy made me very embarrassed. I pried her hands off and whispered, "Let go of me, you bastard... Don't worry," she said nonchalantly, "I can't compete with those men." But as she said this, she reached out and touched my breast. "Get your dog paws off me, you scoundrel!" I slapped her hand away and said sternly. We called Li Yan, but she hesitated, afraid of being recognized. Xiaoya said, "We're not afraid, so why are you?
The top floor of the Regent is a nightclub, where famous actors and singers often perform. Today, it's a well-known modeling agency. When we arrived, the beautiful models on stage were walking the catwalk in glamorous outfits. They were not only tall and beautiful, but also dressed in vibrant colors. Below the stage were also women in revealing outfits and heavy makeup." Xiaoya was clearly a regular customer. When we entered from the bright outside, we were immediately disoriented by the dimness inside. A man who looked like a manager led us into a private room. As soon as the fashion show ended, a sea of glamorous women dancing to seductive music appeared before us. Li Yan had run into an acquaintance; before she even sat down, a handsome man invited her to dance. I noticed several couples around us who seemed very close, whispering to each other, as well as some solo customers. I glanced at the couples and quietly asked Xiaoya, "Hey, these men and women are definitely not couples. What's their relationship?" She lightly touched my toes under the table with her toes and whispered, "Are you really unaware, or are you just pretending?" I said with a straight face, "I really don't understand. You know, I've never been to a place like this before, how could I possibly see such a sight?" She said, "Since you really don't know, then I'll tell you. Actually, you can imagine, what couple would come to a place like this to dance at a time like this?" I said, "Then it must be lovers?" She said, "Yes, this kind of place is perfect for lovers." Suddenly, I leaned closer with great interest and whispered, "Aren't you afraid of being seen?" "Are you stupid? This isn't a place you can just walk into. Everyone who comes here is carefully selected." She whispered in my ear, "Do you know who's dancing with Li Yan?" She said a name, a very famous person, which made me gasp.
Just then, Zhongping and Gaotian came looking for us. Xiaoya asked, "Aren't you done fighting so early?" "Without you guys, there's no fun in fighting anymore." "Gao Tian joked, clearly in high spirits, probably from winning money. I heard Zhongping whisper in Xiaoya's ear, "Gao Tian and Lao Yuan had a fight, and the game ended badly early." "Gao Tian, you shouldn't have done that. Lao Yuan has been working so hard for all of us, taking care of everything. You should at least give him some consideration," Xiaoya scolded. Gao Tian picked up my cup, slowly turning it, slowly sipping, slowly swallowing, and slowly saying, "I just can't stand his self-righteous attitude, he's got too much money to burn." Xiaoya glanced at me and asked, "What about them?" "Haiyang is talking to him in detail." "Zhongping said. Li Yan came back, and they didn't say anything more. At this moment, Haiyang and Yuan Zhen also came in one after another. Haiyang held a wine glass and gestured for Gao Tian to pick up his glass as well. He and Yuan Zhen each drank a glass. Haiyang put his hands on their shoulders and then pushed them to their seats, saying, "Dance, dance, have fun."
It was a cheerful dance, and the men around them reached out to their female partners. Several couples had already glided into the dance floor. My gaze passed through Yuan Zhen and looked into the distance, searching for a gaze. In the distance, Gao Tian stood up. He walked towards me but passed by, taking Xiao Ya's hand. Seemingly normal and calm, my eyes immediately dimmed. My eyes had failed. My gaze shifted and unexpectedly met Zhongping's. I raised my eyebrows slightly, and Zhongping's eyes didn't come back to their senses for a long time. It wasn't until I stood up that Zhongping took my hand and led me into the dance floor. Zhongping set up a stance, pulled my body, and I almost fell into his arms. Gao Tian and Xiao Ya entered diagonally from opposite directions. Gao Tian and I exchanged a glance, a glance that resonated with both our unspoken understanding and our shared power—both our outspokenness and restraint. In this fleeting, exquisite moment, my gaze radiated a torrent of inner resentment. Gao Tian gave me a slight bow and began to dance. I turned my head away, following Zhong Ping with an air of haughtiness. The dance floor was a chaotic jumble of people. The music and various voices mingled and mingled. The smoke, tinged with a pale blue by the lights, permeated the entire hall. My breathing became labored. Hai Yang, on the other hand, was with Li Yan. Her skirt was extremely short, exposing her entire thigh, which appeared somewhat unreal and fuzzy under the reddish haze. Li Yan leaned almost her entire weight on Hai Yang. Her white bodysuit accentuated her figure, her high, alluring breasts, her pink arms, and her full, rounded buttocks. She squinted her eyes, seemingly lost in ecstasy, letting him lead her in joyful twirls.
Zhongping, tall and slender, danced with exquisite skill. The music was expansive and joyful, its notes reflecting off the marble and shimmering in the smoke-shrouded light. Soon, the dance floor was packed. Zhongping stood out in this waltz, his movements elegant and displaying a strong desire to perform; he was beaming with delight. “Lin Hong, do you remember? I was the one who danced with you at the graduation ball.” Zhongping said, bowing his head. I replied indifferently, “Really? I don’t remember.” Seeing the disappointment in his eyes, I said, “It wasn’t with Haiyang, was it?” “No, Haiyang was already taken by Xiaoya back then.” He said, making a graceful turn, and added, “Gao Tian had already recruited soldiers by then, you don’t remember dancing with Yuan Zhen, do you?” His words seemed to hit a sore spot. I said irritably, “What about Yuan Zhen? Zhongping, people should have a conscience. Yuan Zhen provided you with food and entertainment, why do you always have such a bad word to say about him?” “Lin Hong, let me tell you the truth, Yuan Zhen will get into trouble sooner or later. Don’t let him get involved.” He said it casually, his dance steps still as graceful as ever. I stared blankly, bewildered.
The song ended, and everyone returned to their seats. The women busied themselves wiping their sweat, letting out soft moans. Zhongping escorted me back to my seat, where I remained, head down, simply drinking. Yuan Zhen raised his glass and shrieked, "Cheers! Come on, Gao Tian, let's have a drink!" Everyone stood up, raising their glasses of various colors. Xiaoya nudged me with her knee, snapping me out of my daze. I hastily raised my glass, but in my panic, I held the wrong glass. Luckily, there were many people, and no one noticed. Yuan Zhen stood there for a while before noticing I was still sitting beside him. He asked softly, "What's wrong?" I was lost in thought, my gaze fixed on my glass, oblivious to everything else. I said, "I'm tired." Without looking at anyone, I got up and walked out. My high heels must have clicked off-key as I took each step, making a disjointed sound on the floor.
Yuan Zhen still followed me to the elevator. He asked why I had left without saying goodbye. I said I didn't want to see their faces again. Yuan Zhen tried to coax and persuade me, even dragging me back. I broke free and entered the elevator, him following behind me. “Lin Hong, I don’t understand, what did I do wrong? I—” He stopped mid-sentence, standing there awkwardly. I remained expressionless, standing quietly in a corner, motionless. “Lin Hong, I know I was rash, I offended Gao Tian. But, Lin Hong, I am a man. A man regards the woman he loves as his territory, and my territory cannot be invaded or trampled upon by others.” As he spoke, he approached from behind me, and I felt his hand gently, almost apologetically, stroking my hair. I turned around abruptly and asked loudly, “What happened between Gao Tian and me?
” “Do I need to explain?” He suddenly stared into my eyes, unable to suppress his sarcasm, and said, “Don’t treat me like a fool.” “Oh, you think so?” "I retorted, this was truly rare. Yuan Zhen's eyes, when suspicious, became as fierce as a leopard's, inspiring fear. His eyes had more white than black. My rudeness towards him probably stemmed from my inner weakness, as if some hidden sore on my body had been scratched by his sensitivity. 'You don't know the depths and interests of this group, and you can't understand the complex relationships among them. I advise you to keep your distance.'" "After saying that, he stepped out of the elevator in the underground parking garage. Enraged, I kicked the gleaming elevator door, the loud bang leaving me utterly bewildered. My instincts told me that Yuan Zhen was no good, and my actions inevitably aroused his suspicion. This battle of love and hate would continue until an unpredictable end. As the car drove onto the road, a taxi coming from the opposite direction nearly collided with me. My heart skipped a beat; I had been distracted while driving, my thoughts still on that man. The taxi driver slammed on the brakes, leaned out, and yelled at her, 'Do you want to die?'" I didn't say anything, turned the steering wheel, and the car drove forward. I had to be careful, I thought. That was a warning sign from heaven; love wasn't a game for a woman my age anymore.
It was past 3 a.m. when I got home. To my surprise, my husband, Mingguang, was also home, sprawled on the sofa watching TV. There was a pile of cooked food and several empty beer cans on the table. I sat opposite him, unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my chest, fanned myself a couple of times, shook the beer cans, found one that was still empty, and drank it down in one gulp. I blocked the TV screen, and Mingguang reached out and pushed my head away. I said unhappily, "Was it worth it? That stupid TV?" "At the crucial moment, I placed a bet of three thousand on Manchester United to win," Mingguang said. I didn't understand the recent surge in sports betting, but I was still curious about Mingguang's bet, so I asked him if it was Manchester United. "The red one." "He said simply, and I suddenly got excited, gesturing wildly and asking, 'Why not go for the white team? Wearing white is so stylish!' Just then, Manchester United scored, and Mingguang danced with joy.
He seemed to suddenly notice my bare neckline, revealing a patch of white skin, and asked, 'What's going on? You bought clothes again?' I said, 'Why can't I buy clothes?' Mingguang grumbled, 'You already have so many clothes, why are you buying more?' I said irritably, 'Just wear them.' Mingguang told me, 'No, it's for men to take off.' I ignored him, put a sofa cushion on the table, and sat down. As soon as I sat down, my skirt rode up, revealing more of my white thighs, which were directly piercing Mingguang's eyes. 'Don't look where you shouldn't look.'" I pulled down my skirt and held the can up to Mingguang for him to drink from. Mingguang took the can, and I leaned back, lying more comfortably on the sofa. I gently lifted my legs and placed them on the cooked food on the table, stretching them out in front of Mingguang. He switched the beer can in his right hand and ran his left hand up my thigh. "I'm not drunk yet," I said, still lying there, without a trace of coquettishness in my voice.
Mingguang, for some reason, felt a surge of lust and rubbed his face against my neck. I chuckled as he teased me. He rolled me over and stood next to the sofa, taking off his pants. I was lying on my stomach, watching TV, when she said, "Another goal!" Mingguang quickly looked and saw that Manchester United had conceded a goal. He slapped my white buttocks hard, instantly losing interest and pulling his pants up again. I opened my stupid eyes and asked, "Does a draw mean you don't lose money?" "A draw is still a loss. Manchester United gave us a handicap." "Mingguang said irritably, then focused on the TV again. I tugged at my shirt and got up to go to the bedroom. Mingguang followed me in and asked, "Can you give me another 30,000?" "Why do you need money again?" I asked him, naked, as I was taking off my clothes to take a shower. "Can you lend me some first? I'll pay you back if I win," Mingguang said hesitantly. "You haven't asked me for money in ages, what's going on?" I asked, ignoring my nakedness. "I got Yuan Zhen fired," he stammered for a moment before finally saying. "Why did he fire you?" I almost jumped up; my breasts bounced in the mirror. Then, fearing I might let something slip if I kept arguing, I turned and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
Suddenly, I had a very bad feeling. Yuan Zhen was warning me; perhaps he would coerce me in the future. I watched the water slowly flow from the tap. Having been with him for years, I knew his ruthless, cold-blooded nature, his merciless and vengeful methods. As I soaked, I thought about my awkward situation of being unable to control my own destiny and the possibility of developing a relationship with Gao Tian. Gao Tian… my heart pounded, I felt a thunderous roar in my mind, a certain desire rising in my blood, making me dizzy. His face had no soft lines, as if roughly cleaved by a knife and axe, and he was unsmiling, but to me… He came in looking cool. It was a professional habit; he wasn't smooth or inflexible in his dealings with people and situations, not humble but not unreasonable either. I quite admired his unique personality and refined elegance. Unlike many people I knew, he wasn't vulgar, cunning, or snobbish. I came out wearing a bathrobe and saw Mingguang lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I had neglected him lately because I was only focused on my own pleasure. I took out a bank card, handed it to him, and told him the PIN. I kissed it like a precious treasure, then pulled me close and started nibbling at my face. When he undressed me, I lay naked on the bed. I felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and Mingguang, leaning over me, had a greedy, wolfish look in his eyes. I hated how he saw me.
His body landed on top of mine, roughly spreading my legs and squeezing my buttocks with great force and brutality. Then one hand hooked around the back of my neck, while the other moved from my buttocks to my waist, and he began to thrust, holding me tightly with both hands. He accurately penetrated my flesh, and apart from his intermittent panting, there was silence—a suppressed silence. A slight pleasure washed over me; I could hear my own heavy breathing, knowing it was from the feverish and thirsty body after a long period of intimacy. I felt no shame; he was my husband, and I had the right to do this. My breasts began to ache; he was still immersed in a long-dormant passion. In the heat, sweat seeped from my shoulders to my waist, the bright light repeatedly assaulting my insides, his thick penis causing my vaginal walls to dilate. He completely disregarded my feelings, only rhythmically pursuing his own lust. I closed my eyes, my body moving mechanically with his movements, like a puppet at his mercy. Mingguang ended his act in a flash, and I, like a white rabbit escaping a hunter's trap, broke free of his arms and gained my freedom. I gathered the scattered underwear around me and crouched down to one side of the bed. I felt that this would allow me to escape the man's sight. He moved to the side and then held me tightly again. Our bodies lay there quietly, but he was the one who woke up faster from the pleasure. Mingguang, satisfied with his desire, fell asleep, too exhausted to even turn over. I also let my chaotic mind go blank for a moment, and because I was too tired, I soon fell fast asleep.
Eight o'clock in the morning. I carefully drew my eyebrows in front of the mirror, creating a fashionable arch at the ends. My face looked a little haggard these days because of stress and poor sleep. But with light makeup, I still looked beautiful. Someone was already waiting for me at the office door with documents. I took the documents and reports and quickly signed my name. I then tackled a few routine tasks. The central branch, due to its good performance, high salaries, and its office in a seemingly impressive building, had staff who were all impeccably dressed and greeted each other in hushed tones, their volume consistently below the average acceptable level. This professionalism set it apart from other branches and created an atmosphere unlike that of ordinary government agencies and enterprises. It seemed as if the people working here led well-ordered lives and possessed a greater degree of rationality than the average person. Perhaps because I hadn't slept well last night, I found it difficult to concentrate in the office. When reviewing documents, I either repeated myself on the same line repeatedly or missed several lines at once. I stretched, and the clear, bright sky outside the window instilled a gentle sense of love in my heart. I got up and made myself a cup of instant coffee.
My phone on the desk buzzed. I answered and saw it was Gao Tian. "Lin Hong, are you at work?" I replied yes. Both of us seemed distracted on the phone. He said he was so tired that he had taken the day off. I told him he should rest properly. Gao Tian's phone call completely shattered my guard and vigilance. This delicate situation was like eating an overly sweet cake; one bite was fine, another was fine, but with the next bite, something both repulsive and indulgent appeared. I, perhaps, am that kind of woman with an itchy bone. He said, "Shall we have lunch together? I'm free right now anyway." He confessed, "I really want to see you." I could hear the barely concealed excitement in his tone. "Okay, I'll find something to do," I replied reluctantly. Afraid that this answer would disappoint him, I added, "See you there." I felt deeply powerless against his enthusiasm. We agreed on a meeting place. I hung up my phone and said to myself, "My God, he's already fallen in love with me." My mood was wonderful, vast as an endless grassland. White clouds, blue sky, dark grass, green trees, birds soaring, horses galloping—all adding to the vastness of the grassland, further embellishing the joy in my heart.
We chose a secluded street as our meeting place. I'd been here before with Yuan Zhen, and I had a certain confidence that good wine needs no bush. The interior was also typical of Japanese style: dark chestnut floors, off-white paper lampshades, short curtains, and waitresses in kimonos—it had a touch of exoticism. But what attracted me even more wasn't these things, but rather that this little teahouse had no main hall. It consisted entirely of narrow cubicles, each containing only a small table and two cushions, seemingly catering only to couples, though they didn't object to same-sex customers. I arrived early to secure a good spot and then called Gao Tian to tell him how to get there and where to park—I gave him detailed directions. At that moment, I felt an immense sense of happiness.
When Gao Tian arrived, I was drinking the teahouse's special Japanese rice tea. "Waiting for someone isn't pleasant, is it?" Gao Tian said, kneeling down and accepting the tea set from the kimono-clad waitress. “I’m willing to wait for you,” I said with a beaming smile. Even he seemed surprised. He asked, “So happy? Tell me, did you just find some money or win the lottery?” “Guess?” I said, noticing his gaze fixed on my slender, white fingers holding the teacup, my long, thin neck tilted back, and my shirt never buttoned up, as if allowing one to imagine the mystery of my ample bosom. I sat opposite him and began washing the cup and making tea. My pair of slender, white hands were delicate and not bony, my nails neatly trimmed. I sat down with my legs together, the slit in my skirt still revealing my ivory-colored legs. I noticed his gaze was no longer wandering aimlessly.
Then, I offered him a small, slender cup with both hands. He took it and was about to drink when he realized it was empty. I laughed, "It's from the smell." He took a deep breath and exclaimed, "What kind of tea is this? It smells so good!" I smiled, "This is a precious tea, mixed with top-grade cordyceps, and I added a few highland roses, which gives it this special fragrance." After saying that, I rinsed the tea leaves that had been steeping in the teapot, and sure enough, a rich aroma of tea wafted out. I then offered him the first brew to taste. "Gao Tian, why don't you want to remarry?" I asked. He paused for a moment and said, "Do you dare to get a divorce? Then I dare to marry you." "You're crazy," I said, untying the ribbon from my hair, my beautiful hair cascading down my shoulders like a waterfall. From the side, his expression was very serious, his mouth tightly closed. His nose was straight and prominent, as if he was trying his best to hide the turmoil in his heart. “I’m not crazy, Lin Hong. You know me now. Every time I return to my cold, empty home, I have to drink to fall asleep. Even when I’m drunk and asleep, I can’t erase the desolation in my heart. No one knows how much pain I’m in, how deep my loneliness is. And the more comfortable I am, the more that pale and empty feeling creeps into my heart.
” He suddenly grabbed my hand impulsively, looking at me. He said, “I scared you, Lin Hong.” He rubbed my hand, then raised it to his lips and kissed it. I felt a burning heat on the back of my hand. I wanted to pull my hand back, but I felt his lips trembling, a trembling I had never felt before. “What’s wrong with you?!…Are you regretting it?” “No, it’s unbelievable,” I murmured, as if in a dream. He simply put an arm around my neck and said, “Your neck is long and beautiful.” He said, kissing my cheek, “You have the beauty of a mature woman, like a ripe peach.” "I felt I couldn't control myself anymore, panting heavily. I suddenly felt incredibly hot, and the world seemed to spin before my eyes. I suddenly hugged his neck and burst into tears. Gao Tian was a little anxious: 'What's wrong with you?!' I was overjoyed. I said. We embraced, his face pressed against mine, his hands stroking my back. Then we kissed, a long, deep kiss. I experienced a kind of impulse and sweetness that I had never felt as a girl. I felt an irresistible power emanating from this tall man. He was dry tinder, and I was a raging fire. A clichéd metaphor flashed through my mind. No, he was a whirlpool, and I was the swimmer, the woman. The moment I felt my hand being grabbed by him, I felt dizzy and sinking into the depths of the whirlpool, with no strength to struggle.
My relationship with Gao Tian heated up rapidly with the arrival of the hot summer. Actually, our relationship..." Our relationship had reached the point where a day apart felt like three autumns. Gao Tian took me to a fishing port far from the city to eat seafood. We held hands and jumped onto a fisherman's small boat, picking out the freshest shrimp and fish ourselves. Back on shore, we found a restaurant, paid a small processing fee, and the seafood was simply steamed briefly in boiling water before being dipped in sauce and eaten – an exceptionally delicious meal. They went to the cinema together to see a romantic movie; amidst the life-and-death struggles on screen, we naturally snuggled together in the audience. We chatted about the latest trends in a charming café. Occasionally, we'd vent about our work frustrations, and afterwards, we felt relieved. But one thing we both tried to avoid mentioning was Yuan Zhen.
After firing Mingguang, he had his CFO close all my bank accounts and transfer the funds to other banks. I pretended not to notice, confident that his next step would be to ask for the keys to the Haitian Villa, which I was prepared to return. After a period of romantic escapades with Gao Tian, meeting and interacting became a necessity for both of us. Our interactions became simpler, but we hadn't progressed to anything substantial; we were still testing the waters, neither of us wanting to cause any trouble. Although we hadn't reached the practical stage, hugging, kissing, and caressing were naturally essential for all lovers. He always knew when to stop, showing no intention of taking things further. I didn't mind either, and instead, I played hard to get with his advances; a woman always has to maintain a certain reserve.
A light rain at dawn seemed to wash away the dust of midsummer, and the leaves outside seemed forever verdant and full of life. Tiny, ethereal white clouds drifted across the blue sky. On such a beautiful day, something must have happened. We agreed to go hiking that day. I told Gao Tian not to drive his police car around so conspicuously; everyone would recognize him. He said he'd wait for me at his doorstep. I saw him from afar—tall, with a kind smile, wearing a short-sleeved tracksuit and white sneakers. His soft facial features stood out in the morning sunlight. As soon as we got in the car, he didn't hesitate to put his arm around my neck and kiss my cheek right there at the street corner. He said I looked stunning today. I was wearing a dark beige plaid skirt with subtle crimson folds, so every movement revealed a hint of red, making my legs even more alluring; I wore a high-quality white shirt with the collar turned up, elegant yet playful. I was happy to look so good for him. A quick glance at Gao Tian's parted legs was enough to reveal his desire. Indeed, if he was so eager when dressed, then taking his clothes off would be even more intriguing.
After driving more than thirty kilometers west of the city, all I saw were lush, green trees. It was a newly completed resort. After buying my ticket and getting in the car, Gao Tian asked me, "Do you need a ticket to get to this Purple Lotus Resort?" "Why don't I need a ticket?" I retorted. He didn't answer, but a relieved smile played on his lips. We continued driving uphill along the path, and Gao Tian's hand slid down to my thigh. "Lin Hong, your legs are so beautiful," he said, his voice husky and sensual. "Gao Tian, don't do that! You'll distract me while I drive! It's not safe!" I said, but as I lifted my thigh, I pulled my skirt up. Gao Tian persisted, becoming even bolder. His fingers had already climbed to the top of my thigh, stealthily slipping to the edge of my tight-fitting panties. I tried my best to remain calm and focused, gripping the steering wheel tightly, staring straight ahead. A dizzying pleasure, like a torrent cascading down a cliff, washed over my entire body. Desire surged like a tide, threatening to breach the dam of reason. I gripped the steering wheel tightly with my fingers. If I let go, I might drown or fall into an endless abyss filled with lush trees.
Finally, we reached the summit. As I got out of the car to straighten my skirt, I gave him a sidelong glance, and he chuckled. We began our ascent, navigating the rugged mountain paths together, both wanting to feel our own strength and find joy in the climb. Reaching the top, we were both a little out of breath. There was a teahouse at the summit! We brewed tea with spring water, gazing at the surrounding scenery. The green leaves, in our eyes, became flowers of love. I felt the beauty of the scenery before me, a beauty even more profound with Gao Tian. I felt I had found love. When a woman falls in love with a man, she gives her whole heart. I hadn't felt this way before. When I was dating Mingguang, I was always the one being loved, and therefore couldn't experience the magic of love. Now, I understood. Love is so intense, so vivid, so enduring. I love this man; I'm savoring love. I've never loved before; now I am. The mountains and forests are beautiful in my eyes; the wild, fiery red clumps of tall grass are full of poetry under the sunlight. The sky is poetry, the trees are poetry, even the swaying withered grass is poetry.
"High Sky, have you suffered these past years?" I said sadly, taking a sip of my tea. "At first, it wasn't easy, a man raising a child alone." Seeing me staring blankly at the empty cup, he immediately said, "You get used to it slowly. Actually, it's quite good this way, less of a constraint." I noticed fine beads of sweat on his long face, and a gentle south wind ruffled his hair. I sighed, "Life is so tiring." He continued, "People shouldn't be too tired, but they also shouldn't be too idle, otherwise their spirits become empty, and they become lazy." Seeing my furrowed brow, he quickly added, "I only mean this to men. Actually, I prefer a woman's languid look." I smiled, and his eyes sparkled with a crystal-like light. Having seen countless people, I knew this was a sign of a man's affection. I stared longingly into his eyes, then suddenly switched to a seductive tone: "Why are you looking at me like that?" "You're so charming." A smile spread across his face, shyness mixed with the smile, like a crowd drifting along. We both felt, without prior agreement, that there was little point in staying any longer. Gao Tian was about to get up and call the waiter to settle the bill, but I slipped two large bills under the saucer. We walked hand in hand down the mountain to the parking lot. As soon as we got in the car, he pulled me into his arms, and we kissed passionately. He was breathless with excitement, his moist lips biting mine tightly. I was overwhelmed with ecstasy, my whole body trembling, a soft moan escaping my lips before I could even stop it.
We didn't sit in the stuffy car for long. We didn't want to stay on this beautiful mountaintop anymore, nor did we need the meadow filled with cornflowers, foxtails, dandelions, baby's breath, sunflowers, and magnolias. We just needed a world of our own, a world where we could be alone together, because only in such a world could we spark a connection. I chose a paved mountain road to descend. The trees along the roadside were vibrant and enchanting in the sunlight. A gentle mountain breeze caressed their faces, carrying the fresh fragrance of the trees—it smelled wonderful. As soon as the car entered the city, Gao Tian suddenly said, "I think I forgot to turn off the gas stove this morning." He had a good excuse, and I was willing to accept it. I drove to his building, and we got out. It was a seven-story building with no elevator. He lived on the fifth floor; most people were probably having lunch, and the hallway was empty. He opened the door. The house was nicely decorated, but it had a slovenly feel, as if it lacked a woman's touch. Clothes that had been drying were piled on the sofa in the living room, unwashed dishes were on the dining table, and a glass ashtray full of cigarette butts sat on the coffee table, along with a half-empty teacup in a celadon cup. He said, "Oh dear, the gas stove was off. I forgot." I smiled wryly, not angry at his excuse.
The house was a bit stuffy. He said he would turn on the air conditioner, and as he closed the doors and windows, his smile seemed forced, the kind of smile forced to suppress his heartbeat, a smile that radiated an electric current, a kind of electric current that made my face burn. I accepted the cool breeze, but the feeling of sweating from the heat still hadn't subsided. I helped him fold the clothes on the sofa, and our eyes met unintentionally. His gaze was the same as the man's gaze in the car earlier—a gaze full of undisguised desire and male allure. He wrapped his arms around my slender waist from behind, holding me tightly. My heart began to race; I felt as if countless butterflies were fluttering in my mind, heading towards an island strewn with roses. He unzipped my skirt and pulled it off from the waist up.
Then his hand moved to my shoulder, gently squeezing it. Next, his hand caressed the back of my neck before moving to the front. When his fingers found the pearl buttons on my shirt, I felt my breasts tremble with excitement. He unbuttoned them one by one, and when the last button gave in, my silk bra slipped down, revealing a pair of bouncing breasts. I was naked, exposed to the eyes of the man I loved for the first time. I felt shy and nervous; I didn't know if I was perfect in his eyes, and I couldn't bear to face his critical gaze. He said, "You are very beautiful, I'm not lying to you." His warm, firm hand covered my full breasts. I was overjoyed and lost myself in this bold caress. A soft moan came from afar, and I realized with disbelief that it was my own voice. At that moment, I stood there mechanically, letting his hands caress my body.
A hand caressed my thick pubic hair; the dense hair clearly attracted him. His hand reached into the pubic hair, playing with each strand, entwining them around his fingers. He pulled on them forcefully, first gently, then with each pull. His middle finger touched the softest, most intimate part, and I trembled all over, unable to suppress the wonderful fire of desire. My labia thickened, my clitoris swelled, and I knew I couldn't be a puppet to be manipulated by him. At this moment, pleasure overwhelmed everything, and I knew I had to surrender to lust. I noticed a bulge in the crotch of his loose sweatpants. Instinctively, I reached out and touched it. His hard penis throbbed as if alive, radiating warmth that made me wet too. I stroked his penis, sliding it up and down the seam of his pants, feeling it swell, harden, and press against his skin, and feeling his pleasure.
But as I grabbed the elastic band and pulled it down hard, he kissed her, stopping me. Before I could react, he knelt before me, pressing his face against my thick pubic hair. His strong hands slid between my thighs, spreading them apart and forcing me to move my legs open. I began to moan softly. His tongue slid down my dark pubic hair, lingering near my mound-like vulva. He searched for the already oozing crevice with the tip of his tongue. I gasped loudly when his tongue touched my clitoris. He pressed his tongue against the protruding clitoris, his tongue trembling. Under his guidance, the clitoris hardened and swelled. I gasped again, almost reaching orgasm. I was surprised; no one had ever done this for me before. My sounds seemed like a prompt or permission, and he licked faster and wider.
Then, his warm tongue began to lick and caress my soft, plump lips, his lips pressed against mine, sucking and licking with tender caresses. It seemed that the way he was playing with every erogenous zone of my body was awakening me; this intense, almost delirious pleasure was threatening to overwhelm me. My lips parted, feeling a stinging, swelling sensation, and I craved more and more. I thought that at that moment, I would want anyone, any man, and his penis, because the sensual pleasure was warming me and filling every pore and every nerve in my body. An uncontrollable pleasure erupted in my abdomen, traveling to my nipples, making them harden like flower buds, and then exploding rapidly within me with an almost trembling sweetness. He had already kicked off his shoes and was taking off his shirt and pants. I saw his thick penis, the glans peeking out from under the narrow black strip of fabric of his briefs. Some curly pubic hair peeked out from under his tight pants, the outline of his penis clearly defined. I couldn't wait to reach out and pull down his pants. Gao Tian happily took a step and ripped off the pants that were still wrapped around one of his legs.

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