The Old Woman Who Was Not Forgotten

I have no classes tomorrow, and my husband won't be home. Tomorrow, the whole world will forget about me, a woman nearing 40.

When I got dressed and arrived at the door, I was a little surprised to find that I was going to a date—a sex date. Two men and a woman were waiting for me.

I drove to the internet cafe, and he was already there.

He seemed quite pleasing to the eye, more mature than I had imagined. I rolled down the window.

"Drive my car," he said, still with a hint of command, smiling at me. I nodded but didn't speak.

By the time I parked, his car was already beside me, and I got in.

I was heading towards a complex, multi-faceted intimate relationship, and I was surprisingly excited. My breathing became a little rapid.

"Can't sleep?" he asked.

I nodded slightly.

"You have a great body," he said, his expression somewhat cold. After midnight, this man possessed a very attractive power. Completely different from how he seemed online.

We didn't talk much; it seemed that to participate in this kind of sex game, we didn't need to get too close.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Who? A woman?" he said. "She said it's okay."

"Oh." I nodded.

Two slightly perverted women—that's what I thought to myself.

We didn't talk much, just the whole way. Out of a woman's instinct to be afraid of strangers, I finally spoke up: "Are you at your teacher's house?"

"Yes." He smiled. "Waiting for you. My brother insisted."

"Is that... okay? So late? Doesn't she have class tomorrow?"

I found that saying these kinds of very ordinary things, like "I have class tomorrow," things that are somewhat connected to real life, could reduce my tension. At least it made me feel like we weren't about to engage in a perverted sexual game.

"I want to, don't I?" he said. "But she said it doesn't matter. What about you? Do you have to work tomorrow?"

"I... have a day off." I concealed my true identity, even with 18cm.

"Hmm, do you have a husband?" he asked. "Did I ask you that?"

"Yes," I nodded, "but he went abroad."

"Really? What does he do?"

"Trade." I lied.

"Really?" His eyes gleamed.

Judging from his expression, I figured he was reaching his breaking point. Perhaps I should investigate.

"Tell me," I said, "most men would want to have their hands on a young woman whose husband is away on a business trip, right? As long as she's not really ugly, isn't that right?"

"Haha." He laughed strangely. "What do you think?"

"Tell me," I asked him again, "Would you?"

"Even if you're not good-looking, as long as you're young and have a good figure, it's okay. You know how men are."

"Really?" I pretended to hesitate, trying to get a deeper answer. "For example, if you saw me now, my husband is away on a business trip, and I'm in your car tonight, what would you do?"

"Me..." He paused, then said, "I would want to sleep with you."

"Really?" I asked, "Aren't you afraid I have a husband? That's a crime. I'm not like your teacher who doesn't have a husband."

"A woman as sexy as you, and so... I just saw your video... my penis got hard and erect. It doesn't matter if you have a husband or not, having a husband is even better." He said.

My face turned bright red. He had seen through my wanton appearance on the video. I couldn't help but regret pretending to be clever.

Suddenly his phone rang, and he answered it.

"Hmm? We're on our way back." He said.

It was obviously his brother. He slowly stopped the car.

He answered briefly on his phone, then turned it off and became restless, reaching for my breasts with one hand.

"What are you doing?" I suddenly asked seriously, feeling he was being a bit too eager.

He seemed a little embarrassed and confused, thinking I was willing to come out, but then inexplicably resisting. What was going on?

"Women, so strange." He shook his head.

"Women, not strange at all." I said, "Not strange at all."

"Strange, you clearly want it in your heart, but say no." He laughed, "Otherwise, why would you come out? I really don't understand."

I didn't continue; this is called "restraint," you know?

"My name is Ted, I'm the older brother, my younger brother is called Feng. What's yours?"

"Rachel." I answered.

"Rachel, the way you masturbated in front of the video call was really alluring."

"Mm." I just hummed in response, the scene from earlier flashing through my mind again.

"I want to help you masturbate," he suddenly whispered in my ear. "You'll love it."

I glanced at him and noticed his eyes had completely changed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw he was already aroused.

"Here?" I asked, "Where no one's around?"

"Yeah." He leaned closer. "Okay? Please?"

Without asking my opinion, he reached out and lifted my skirt.

"No," I said, "Here... I won't get excited."

He seemed to understand and nodded, knowing what I meant. Then he started the car and drove me ahead.

It was an apartment building. After he parked the car, we took the elevator to the ninth floor together. He opened the door skillfully; the living room was empty. Ted led me to the bedroom door and opened it. I finally saw them in the female teacher's room.

I saw the female teacher; she was only wearing underwear. Her figure seemed even better than on the video, but she looked like a middle-aged woman. She didn't show much expression, just nodded at me.

Her younger brother, Ah Feng, was only wearing underwear and sitting on the bed.

"Hi, hello." Ah Feng walked towards me, looking somewhat eager to "show off."

"Hello," I replied.

How should I begin? I tensed up, a sudden thought of "I shouldn't have come" creeping into my mind.

However, I had no way out. I either had to run out the door or stay and engage in this somewhat perverse sex game with them; the former seemed unlikely.

"Is there a restroom?" I asked Ted. "I need to use the restroom."

"Over there," he said. "Have you showered? Want to shower too?"

"No, I don't want to shower," Ah Feng said. "Bro, are you showing off? I like this smell."

I didn't turn to look at him; I think my face must have been burning red.

"Like this smell?" What smell?

"What am I doing?" I asked myself.

Suddenly, I thought of my husband on top of me, and of my lovemaking with Yad in the motel. Was I really a promiscuous woman?

I wanted Yad. Now. I could give him everything I was.

I dialed his number, and this time it went through.

"Aren't you asleep yet?" I asked. "Can you come see me now?" I was about to leave.

"I'm a little busy." He said coldly.

"Why?"

"We have to end it. I've fallen in love with another girl," he said. "We can't continue."

This answer was expected. But I was still shocked.

My relationship with Yad had always been the most shameful stain on my marriage. This stain had only grown bigger because of my sexual desires. Our relationship was an accident, and accidents always have to come back to normal.

I didn't try to stop him; I even felt a sense of relief. But this relief was tinged with a weary exhaustion.

"Is that so?" I pretended to be strong. "So, you can't continue with me? Not even have sex?"

He didn't speak, which was an admission.

"I didn't want this, she's so innocent," he said.

Suddenly, I was furious, but I immediately stopped myself from being angry, because it was all my fault.

This relationship should have ended sooner or later. I was a married woman in my thirties, and he was a boy more than ten years younger than me. Ending this illicit relationship should have been a good thing for both of us.

But I didn't bring my heart back to my husband.

After all, how can a woman's wild heart be put back?

But I couldn't help feeling sad about this relationship. Humans aren't plants; Yad not only satisfied my body and my long-dormant wildness, but he was also the most intimate man I had besides my husband.

But I could never turn back.

I suddenly realized that it all started as research, even field research.

In the end, I was swallowed up by this field.

I turned off the phone and quietly stayed in the bathroom.

A scene suddenly flashed in my mind: my mother and father arguing.

I was only eight years old that year.

I've forgotten what they argued about, only that I was terrified that night, hiding in my bed, hoping to muffle the deafening noise with my pillow.

The next day, when I woke up, I didn't see my dad. My mom told me she'd called in sick for me; an uncle was taking us out.

I was overjoyed, forgetting the previous day's grievances. Although I felt the uncle and mom seemed very close, I thought: since Dad and Mom argued, but the uncle and Mom didn't, and he'd even take me out, I like it.

Mom seemed happy too. From her radiant smile, I realized this fact.

A single phone call from Yad ended our relationship, even saying things like "that girl is very naive."

Am I "complex"?

Well, as someone's wife, cheating on her—of course, isn't that complicated? What is it then? I felt a pang of sadness, my eyes welling up with tears, a deep heartache swirling within me.

"He's just a sample," I told myself. "I've taken many notes about him; even if he were here with me, he'd be worthless, wouldn't he?"

Perhaps for self-redemption, I began to carefully and calmly navigate the boundaries between my roles as "wife," "woman," and "scholar."

As a wife, I had a husband, and I cared about his safety on the flight; I avoided anything considered unlucky.

As a woman, I naturally felt disheartened by Ade's indifference—something I had just experienced.

As a scholar, I couldn't easily abandon my research; I still had many "samples" to study.

"Then I'll continue my research," I decided, determined to play the role of "scholar."

The situation waiting for me outside presented a research opportunity I couldn't miss.

I opened the bathroom door, went to the female teacher's room, and paused. I heard a woman's moans coming from inside. I timidly opened the door.

What was happening on the bed made my heart race even faster.

I saw the female teacher sitting on the older brother, her face pressed against the younger brother's groin.

Everyone knew what she was doing.

"Okay?" My brother, while caressing the female teacher's breasts, glanced in my direction. "Then come in."

"Come on, we've been waiting for you for ages." Ah Feng left the female teacher, then jumped off the bed, naked, and came towards me. His erect male body was more real and more threatening than in the video.

"Come on, let's do it together," he said. Suddenly, Ah Feng picked me up, and I was startled. I was carried to the female teacher's side on the bed.

Ted didn't stop. He thrust his lower body forcefully, making the female teacher moan. Her lewd moans made me blush.

I watched Ted's penis enter the female teacher's vagina, and the movements were quite intense, the sounds of men and women panting as they intertwined.

A very thick penis, I thought.

Ah Feng took the initiative to remove my lower garments. Seeing the woman beside me with such intense pleasure, I instantly lost my resistance and let him remove my clothes until I was completely naked on the bed.

He began to caress my body. To my surprise, he didn't immediately penetrate me, but instead delicately teased my skin, slowly exploring every part of my body.

"Your skin is so beautiful," he said, "even better than in videos."

He kissed my ears, neck, and even breasts. The touch was both uncomfortable and incredibly pleasurable.

"You're so beautiful, so sexy, absolutely perfect, darling," he teased in my ear.

He began to caress my breasts, flicking back and forth at the tips. This caressing made my heart flutter, and coupled with the words echoing in my ear, I slowly lowered my last defenses.

The man brought his lips close to my nipple, his stubble brushing against it, sending shivers down my spine.

That's when I started moaning. The man licked my nipples and the area around my breasts without any mercy, giving me a painful yet numbing sensation.

Ah Feng moved his body between my legs and began licking me.

"Ah..." I moaned softly, "No..."

It seems all men are trained to treat a woman's "no" as nonsense. Sometimes, it is nonsense, like now.

I felt the back of the man's tongue entering my body, and the unbearable itching made me gasp. I really didn't want to moan because I was still bothered by the man and woman next to me, even though the woman was moaning very comfortably.

The game between two couples on the bed can sometimes be a little unbearable.

Her full, white breasts were slightly larger than mine. Looking at her slightly darkened nipples, I noticed they were hard, very hard.

Our breasts swayed alternately on the bed; she was being penetrated, and I was being roughly licked.

Ah Feng's beard prickled my skin, making me feel weak all over, a stinging, stimulating sensation between my legs.

I know some women love this, while others hate it.

I think I love it, I love it intensely, but I only realized it then.

Ya De didn't do this, my husband didn't do this, and now the man pressing against my genitals showed me this intense sexual stimulation; I felt my genitals become even wetter.

I was terrified of becoming addicted, but I seemed to be moaning very wantonly, and Ah Feng kept licking very vigorously.

What did I say? "Brother," "Darling," "Baby," "Husband"?

I think I've forgotten everything, only remembering that Ah Feng seemed to endlessly prick my womanly body with his beard, the intense sexual response eroding and engulfing me.

Suddenly, Ah Feng stopped his rough movements, moved his body, and entered me. At first, I felt a foreign object, but then it changed, that warm and firm touch filling between my legs.

I swayed with the man's body, my breasts pressed against his chest.

At first, we were both very slow, the rhythm perfectly matched, the pleasure very gentle, truly very comfortable for a woman.

"Do you like it?" the man asked, "Do you like my little brother?"

Men are so annoying, always asking these questions during sex, as if seeing the woman's reaction isn't enough, they need to confirm it.

Yad and my husband are both like that.

"Mmm..." I didn't really want to answer, I just felt myself tightly holding that hard male body, letting waves of stimulation ripple between my legs, I involuntarily stroked the man's buttocks, quite firm and narrow.

I was entwined with the man on top of me, as were the couple beside me; the bed was filled with the palpable passion of love.

Suddenly, the man on top of me became incredibly excited, his masculine body thrusting forcefully into me.

The stimulation he gave me made me writhe like a boiling kettle, making a hissing sound.

"Ah…ah…" I weakly accepted the man's powerful penetration. His body was incredibly strong, even surpassing Yad's, which excited me greatly. His physique was exactly like the one in the photos, radiating a uniquely masculine heat.

Was this excitement, or happiness? I couldn't say.

The biggest difference between him and Yad was that I felt the man inside me was filled with dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction with many things. And each powerful thrust seemed to be venting this dissatisfaction.

He repeatedly struck my pelvis, also touching my sensitive external areas—or so it seemed, otherwise, I wouldn't feel so good, so incoherently good; that was where I was most excited.

"Brother...oh...brother..." My mind went blank, and I began to hear myself shouting lewdly, "Fuck me to death, fuck me to death! Fuck me to death...humph~~"

"Okay! I'll fuck you to death!" The man thrust into me forcefully, saying extremely obscene words. The feeling was truly...driving me crazy. I held him tightly, letting him enter me.

"Ah...father...father..." I called out to him wildly, even calling him "husband."

When he penetrated me, he brought me a trembling pleasure, which was truly terrifying. Even Yad had never made me feel like this.

When he left me, it was like a diamond gliding through a sponge, leaving a deep sensation of excitement and a slight stinging feeling. The cutting force made me completely forget myself.

We made love wildly, kissing each other. I was captivated by his dissatisfaction, just letting him powerfully shake inside me, shaking every nerve in my sensitive areas.

He was...how should I say it? "Strong"?

"Ah, you're amazing." My brother sighed comfortably. "You're biting me...it feels so good."

I felt a surge of pleasure; the foreign sensation inside me vanished, replaced by physical stimulation, and I involuntarily contracted. Was this what he called "biting"?

He was amazing; I felt it soon inside me. It was truly wonderful, amazing, and a wicked man.

He moved his hips, applying even and firm pressure into me, a force that excited me. Our tongues intertwined, and the intoxicating sensation suddenly brought me, who had been somewhat depressed, a strange sense of pleasure.

"Ahhh..." The female teacher beside me let out cries of pain, mixed with the sound of skin being slapped.

I suddenly awoke from my reverie, looked at her, and saw the man on top of her whipping her snow-white buttocks with a belt.

"It's beautiful, hit me!" she hissed softly, "Strike me!"

Ted whipped her a few more times, making a "slap slap" sound, each lash landing on her round, full buttocks, leaving snow-red welts.

I was initially indulging in physical pleasure, but suddenly felt no sexual desire, only fear.

"She loves it," my brother immediately whispered in my ear, "Do you love it?"

I quickly shook my head, pulled away from the man's body, "I'm leaving."

"Brother, she said she's leaving."

Ted heard this, stopped what he was doing, and asked the female teacher, "Do you love it? I'll slap you, do you love it?"

"Love it! I love it!" she gasped, "Slap me! Slap me now!"

"See, she doesn't love it if we don't slap her." My brother said, "If you don't love it, we won't slap you."

I looked at her in confusion; her face was full of pleasure and satisfaction.

This perverted scene, this... I really couldn't describe the panic in my heart.

"Haha, the teacher just likes it like this, there's nothing we can do. Don't scare our online sister, so let's not slap her." Ted put down the belt and then lay down.

The woman was quite proactive, bringing her lips to his body.

"Come here," Ted called out. "Hey bro, come on over!"

"Don't worry, we're just making love, nothing serious." Ah Feng winked at me, treating me like his real lover. "Look how scared you are... haha."

He pulled me over and made me lie face down, spreading my legs so his tongue could lick my private parts. Ah Feng entered her from behind, thrusting hard into her. She let out a soft moan, making me feel like she was some kind of musical instrument.

"Ah..." I let out a soft cry because of my skillful tongue.

"Ha... ha... ha..." The woman breathed heavily, making seductive sounds as the man swayed behind her.

"Was it good?" Ted said from below me. "Did you love it?"

"Mmm..." I was too excited to speak, only feeling my genitals very wet, almost dripping onto his face.

I don't know why I haven't left yet. The fear I felt just now has completely disappeared after the man did this to me. As I indulge in being licked by the man, I seem to have lost some kind of ability to think.

The man's tongue penetrated deeply, I could feel it very clearly, like the sensation of a man's flesh teasing my entrance.

The word "research" suddenly flashed through my mind.

I suddenly realized that I wasn't actually researching someone else, but myself.

Researching the lewd nature deep within my own bones.

As Ted was below me, trapping me in a contradictory yet stimulating snare, I heard the female teacher behind me scream wildly.

"Ah... I'm ruined... Ah... I'm ruined... Hahaha..." The female teacher screamed and panted, her cries filled with the pleasure and stimulation of reaching orgasm.

Normally, such a woman's moans would sound incredibly lewd and would make me feel embarrassed and ashamed.

But now it was different; perhaps I was also indulging in such emotions, and those cries were extremely alluring.

She indirectly accelerated and catalyzed my desire. Man and woman intertwined, their bodies tightly connected, I felt the pleasure of "hybridization" for the first time, and I felt dizzy.

"Your pussy is so sweet," Ted said. "You're married, and you're still like this. That's amazing!"

The word "pussy" is very provocative, for both men and women. I hadn't heard anyone use the word "pussy" in a long time, especially not to me. The pleasure I was getting from Ted's licking had built up to the point where I was completely overwhelmed when he uttered the word. I was trembling and panting.

My pussy was being licked and kissed so deeply by a stranger I had just met. If it weren't for the internet and instant messaging, I couldn't imagine any woman in history having ever experienced this.

If she had, it would have been rape, right?

At that moment, Ted, who was between my legs, looked smug. After my orgasm, I weakly pulled away from Ted's face.

"Those two brothers are really good at this. I've been completely exhausted since I saw your video chat, hehe," the female teacher said, her voice laced with coquettish laughter. Her snow-white naked body and curves made her look much younger than 35.

"You were so slutty in the video chat," Ah Feng said. "So hot and sexy."

Really? I felt incredibly embarrassed; talking about this made me uncomfortable.

"Want to see?" Ah Feng said smugly, "We recorded you."

Hearing this, I was speechless with surprise. "Recorded?"

"Yes, recorded you masturbating online just now. "

"How could you do that?" I was furious, really.

"Anyway, you didn't lose anything. Nobody recognized it as your body. Why are you so serious? Just recording it for a keepsake. It won't get out." Ah Feng smiled wickedly, pleased with his handiwork. A sense of

dread washed over me. Could there be a hidden camera in this room? I looked around.

This was the female teacher's room; surely there wouldn't be one?

"Looking for what? A camera?" Ah Feng laughed. "There probably isn't one. This is our teacher's room."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough.

The female teacher, with a half-smile, radiant after spending the entire night with two men, exuded a mature and sexy aura, yet her desire seemed inexhaustible. Having just reached her climax, one hand was already caressing Ted's erect penis.

"Our teacher likes this," Ted suddenly said. "She's so serious during the day, but at night she's like a slut, a real bed-making machine for men, they never get tired of her."

"Ugh," the female teacher laughed, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I'm not!"

"Ugh, I'm not talking nonsense!" Ted mimicked her tone, "You are."

Suddenly, Ah Feng produced a rope from somewhere and wrapped it around the female teacher's chest. The men's movements became swift; the female teacher struggled, but it seemed merely a perfunctory effort, letting them tie her up.

I can't describe the feeling. She was bound by the rope, lying horizontally on the bed, and it seemed I was about to witness tonight's main event.

"Ah..." she pleaded, a very strange sound. I even felt it wasn't real.

The woman cried out excitedly from the stimulation of being tied up, "No...!"

She screamed loudly.

"Damn, you bitch, you slut, wasn't that enough? You want more?" Ted suddenly cursed, "You're such a rotten bitch. You need to be fucked!"

The brothers continued to tease her with vulgar language.

Ah Feng quickly flipped her over, revealing her buttocks covered in bloody welts, which was quite gruesome.

Ted grabbed a belt from the side and lashed her buttocks.

"Ahhh..." she cried, "No...!" but her voice was filled with excitement.

"Here's a candle for you," Ah Feng said, "Damn! You filthy slut, you used to whip me several times, and now you're getting whipped and you're saying you enjoy it, so cheap~"

"Ahhh... I'm sorry... I was wrong... Please forgive me~" she cried.

Ted continued to whip her, and he could hear her screams. Each lash left marks on her buttocks.

And so, a scene of torture unfolded before my eyes.

"Let's switch to her. I'm exhausted," the female teacher said. "You guys play with her."

"Okay," Ah Feng said excitedly. "I just tried it, she's really tight."

"Really?" Ted's eyes lit up.

Although the three of us had just joined, I hadn't actually been with two men at the same time. What would it feel like to be with two men simultaneously?

"You have a great body," Ah Feng said, looking at me. Then he said to her, "Teacher, you should rest for a bit. Let's take good care of our guest."

Upon hearing this, Ted immediately said, "Okay, come on."

Then, the brothers didn't treat me like the female teacher at all, ignoring my resistance, and pounced on me.

The three of them began their sex game.

At first, I was kneeling on the bed, Ah Feng in my mouth, Ted filling my crotch. To ease the physical stimulation Ted was giving me, I couldn't help but lick Ah Feng's penis intensely. The

simultaneous presence of two foreign objects inside me was stimulating, exciting, and a little scary.

Before long, I completely abandoned my husband and Yad, immersing myself in the physical torment of the two men.

It was a truly depraved situation.

For the next while, they switched positions, entering me from different places.

Ted and Ah Feng gave me very different sensations. Ted filled me completely, while Ah Feng always skillfully struck at the depths of my heart.

Our bodies were never separated; the men demanded I change positions, from the original half-kneeling position to later sitting on Ted or Ah Feng, my tongue pressed against another man's penis, wet with my fluids.

My desire was fiercely aroused; swaying with the men's bodies, I thought of nothing but self-satisfaction.

I loved the smell of men's clean sweat, and I loved being pressed against their sweaty bodies.

The time spent with them left me soaked. This made me even more excited, even more unhesitatingly enjoying the men's bodies, while simultaneously shaking myself more violently.

My moans continued in the room, sometimes passionate, sometimes wanton, sometimes tender, a mixture of emotions.

I was simply a woman, a woman being penetrated by two men. I had become a female animal in heat.

Looking back, the scene must have been incredibly lewd. I didn't care who was inside me, whether it was Ah Feng or Ted, I forgot everything, I just kept taking turns receiving them.

I found that during that time, it was very difficult to think about anything else. My inner thighs and my whole body felt the men's kisses of varying thickness, their caresses of varying strength, and their penetrations of varying degrees.

The physical pleasure continued to torment me.

"Oh... hurry up, come out for me... baby... I'm coming... for brother..." Ah Feng was already familiar with my expressions and cries during orgasm. He had excitedly cried out like that when I reached orgasm because of him.

Later, Ted did the same, he shouted before my orgasm came: "Baby... wife... wife... try to throw... try... mmm... good girl... good girl" and similar words.

Those words were incredibly vulgar and obscene, but they made me climax faster, which felt like a kind of male tenderness.

The most unforgettable thing was that I made them ejaculate; I don't know if they had before I arrived.

"You...swing...your...breasts, make me...will...cum..." Ted said this while his penis was inside my mouth.

I swayed my body wantonly with Ah Feng, and hearing those words suddenly excited me.

Ah Feng seemed to be losing control too; he was holding my legs, thrusting forcefully into my genitals, suddenly shouting, "I'll...give it to you...okay? Okay? Brother...I'll give it to you! Okay!"

"Okay...give it to me...give it all to me..." I cried excitedly, "Cum...to me...guest...brother...brother..." I shouted wildly, feeling a warm current flowing into my body from the strange man, making me throb and tremble deep inside.

This alluring feeling consumed me; the physical pleasure plunged me into the abyss of lust.

To be on the safe side, I've been taking birth control pills ever since I started having an affair with Yad.

To avoid arousing my husband's suspicion, I once lied to him, saying, "I don't want to have a baby for a year because I need to do research."

He didn't suspect a thing.

Ah Feng continued to thrust inside me, ejaculating into my vagina without reservation or restraint.

I trembled as I accepted it all; it must be a woman's instinct. In that instant, I felt immense satisfaction.

He thrust many times inside me, and I felt intense contractions deep within me. The pleasure was like a typhoon, overwhelming everything.

At the same time, Ted also ejaculated, right on my chest, his vigorous semen falling onto my wet breasts, the warmth gently touching my breasts, causing them to undulate.

It felt like lying naked outdoors in the rain.

Ah Feng inside me, Ted on my chest, and myself—in that instant, we all reached the peak of excitement.

My vagina is full… I murmured.

Dawn was breaking.

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The Hawthorne Effect

This hybrid experience added another layer to my understanding of sex. For a female scholar conducting fieldwork research on online sex, the research satisfied her curiosity and also dispelled her previously closed-off life.

I know that deep down, I increasingly enjoy this kind of experience, even though having such thoughts feels sinful.

Facing young men by day, fooling around with young men who aren't much older at night—this is who I am.

A respected scholar, and a promiscuous woman.

This is the self I have become because of this research.

How can I convince myself?

Two days later, I received a phone call.

It was her. That female teacher.

"Are you free? Come over this afternoon?" she said, "Let's chat?"

I didn't know what to talk about; we seemed to have a mistress and wife relationship. Although that wasn't the case in essence.

"How did you get my number?" I still wanted to ask.

"He gave it to me," she said.

Of course, I knew who "he" was.

That woman gave me a feeling I couldn't quite describe…

Maybe we were the same kind of people?

I went to her room; she was alone.

That's how it should be, right?

"Coffee or tea?" she asked me very gently, which struck me as odd.

So, she had a normal side too, not a perverted woman.

"The tea's ready."

Contrary to her previous nights' perverted behavior, she leisurely prepared tea for her guest.

"You teach at a school? Me too." She smiled calmly, a few crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but the weariness of age was masked by her deep eyes, making her somewhat alluring.

"Really?" I pretended not to know.

"You probably already knew, right?" she said as she poured the tea. "Since they told me, they'll tell you too."

I thought, she knew them very well.

"Let's talk about women's things?" she smiled. "Where's your husband?"

"He...is away on a business trip."

"Oh." She raised her voice.

What did that mean? I couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

“Next month, those brothers are going to join the army,” she blurted out. “What a pity.”

“They haven’t joined yet?” I asked. “At that age?”

“They’ve graduated from graduate school, it’s time for them to join the army,” she said. “Next month, they won’t have the chance.” She was referring to the absurd things that had happened a couple of nights ago. Maybe she thought I was addicted like her, but in fact, I wasn’t.

“They… I really like them… but, after all, they’re young men much older than us,” she said. “But they’re quite manly, aren’t they?”

I was a little surprised that she would comment on her students in front of me, and that she would so readily express her sexual satisfaction in front of a strange woman. That was very unusual.

“The older brother is very attractive. The younger brother is a bit restless, but…” She paused, “He makes me feel very good, doesn’t he?”

I didn’t know how to answer.

“Want me to see something?” she said.

Looking at her, I suddenly felt that she seemed to have a secret I didn’t know. A secret that no one except the Ted brothers knew.

She led me to a room, where I could still faintly smell the absurd smell of the two men from the previous nights. My heart was racing and my chest was heaving. The scene that night was extremely lewd, and even thinking about it afterwards made me blush.

What was she trying to do?

She turned on the TV, and the screen showed a scene that shocked me—
a scene from two days ago. Back then, the four of us were intertwined, and through the TV's sound, the woman's moans and groans were mixed with my own lewd sounds, while the man's panting and growls were the sounds of the two brothers making love with us.

The screen was showing that scene that excited me most, yet also made me ashamed—a concentric circle. A man and a woman intertwined, forming a circle.

She had actually installed a hidden camera in her room. Filming herself having sex with others—what was she trying to do?

"I like watching, I like making love," she laughed. "Don't worry, it won't leak."

"Why did you do that?" I couldn't hide my surprise. She seemed to understand my surprise.

"Actually, the reason those brothers came was because I planned it," she said calmly.

"You designed this?"

"That's right. Don't you know, men this age are all like male dogs? As soon as I beckon, they immediately pull down their pants and wait to have sex with me." When she said this, her tone and word choice were completely different from those of a teacher. Rather than a lewd woman, she was more like... a "wolf woman" craving men, using her body to seduce young men.

"You think my brothers raped me? Actually, I invited them to my house," she said.

"Why?" I asked, "Why would you do that?"

"Because when I film myself, I become very lewd, even very... obscene." She whispered, "I love it. Really."

"How could that be?" I asked in confusion, "You...?"

"You know, when I divorced my husband, he said something to me that I'll never forget."

I didn't press further.

"When I asked him why he chose that woman instead of me, he said, 'Because she's spicy and flavorful. You're so boring. You flirt with men outside, and you might even excite me.' You know what? I'm the kind of woman a man dumps after only a year of marriage." She said, "The reason is simply sex. I'm nowhere near as good as that vixen. Tell me, what woman could tolerate that?"

I truly couldn't understand her thoughts. For me, the situation was exactly the opposite. I was having an affair, while my husband was a loyal and devoted man. I wondered, if I were in her shoes, what would I do? Would I take the same twisted revenge as her?

"I was truly heartbroken, heartbroken for a long time. His words pierced me deeply. When we got married, I wouldn't let him touch me. After we got married, every time we had sex, I went along with him. I was very conservative, that's right. I was simply... a woman men hate. I gave up on myself for almost half a year. After half a year, something happened that slowly turned me into this."

Then, she began to recount that period.

This happened almost a year ago. She, Smile, was a heartbroken divorced woman. Abandoned by her husband for another woman, Smile became extremely depressed and suffered from mild depression.

In despair, Smile sought help from a psychologist, believing she could never win back a man.

For Smile, her husband's mockery was her greatest inner trauma. When the psychiatrist diagnosed her, she didn't fully reveal her inner secrets, so even after taking well-known antidepressants like Prozac, her condition didn't improve.

In desperation, the psychiatrist recommended she be transferred to a specialized sanatorium, where she was assigned a therapist for in-depth counseling.

Every week, Smile had to have a one-hour meeting with her therapist, a young psychiatrist who had recently joined the hospital.

In the small counseling room, Smile recounted her weekly feelings of despair and gloom about life. To her surprise, the young doctor always listened silently, only asking questions very occasionally.

This provided her with a kind of solace. In the classroom, she concealed her unhappiness in front of her students; in life, she forced a smile, her inner burden far exceeding her capacity to bear; she was on the verge of collapse. But here, a young man would listen to her silently, without any subjective judgment or interruption.

Most of the time, this was a great comfort to someone in despair, especially a woman abandoned by a man.

Gradually, he gained Smile's trust.

However, this therapy remained superficial, because Smile didn't want to truly reveal the truth about her husband's infidelity that had plunged her into despair. She always recounted her childhood, her parents, her career, and several memorable events from her life.

But he offered no comment, rarely any criticism.

A few weeks later, Smile opened up to him, revealing her husband's infidelity and uttering those hurtful words. Smile cried as she spoke, nearly collapsing.

He still offered no response or diagnosis, patiently listening before simply asking, "Do you believe me?"

Smile nodded without hesitation.

Then, the therapist proposed his method: Smile would have sex with a man, which he would then film, recording her performance in bed.

Smile was initially shocked and resistant; however, she had developed a deep trust in the therapist, so her resistance was only momentary.

"But I don't have…" Smile said, "a partner."

"I can help you; we can do it together," the therapist said. "Is that alright?"

This therapy secretly took place between them. For their first session, Smile went to the therapist's home.

The therapist explained the design of this therapy—an experimental plan he had devised. In the room, he installed three cameras, filming them having sex from different angles.

Smile had never been naked in front of a man other than her husband before, and at first, she felt a little awkward. Especially with a camera filming, the feeling was even stranger.

However, the doctor was a very good lover, and she was deeply seduced.

Then, they slowly began their treatment in bed.

Smile was caressed, and she felt very comfortable when he caressed her; the man's hands stroked her breasts, stimulating her erogenous zones.

Smile's mind was still occasionally filled with her husband's hurtful words.

The man skillfully caressed her naked body with his lips, from her nipples and navel to her private area.

Smile was slowly aroused; she didn't know why, perhaps because she hadn't been with a man for a long time. When her genitals were touched by the man's hard, hot flesh, her desire began to surge within her.

The man continued to caress her, but Smile's need grew stronger; she unconsciously raised her hips, gently touching the man's buttocks with her hands, hoping he would enter her.

Smile felt an increasing need as the man's penis intermittently touched her body, causing her extreme discomfort and intensifying her desire.

The man, being a man, could only act on his instincts when faced with Smile's moist body. The moment he entered, he was swift, and Smile felt a foreign object enter her body.

Smile had let him inside her; it was the first time she had allowed a man other than her husband to enter her. The man's size surprised her greatly.

Smile initially resisted, but then she remembered the camera nearby, and her husband's words echoed in her mind: "Because she's spicy and flavorful. You're so boring; you can easily seduce men outside, which might excite me more."

Smile felt a wave of discomfort, but the stimulation from her lower body dispelled her feelings of frustration.

The young man couldn't resist any longer and began vigorous movements.

Smile felt her vagina filled, throbbing, and even stimulated by the man's body; her already slightly moist vagina secreted a large amount of fluid.

The more she did this, the more excited she became. Smile began to cooperate with the man, raising her legs and letting him thrust in and out of her.

Smile moaned; she could feel it was a woman's cries of pleasure.

What followed was the most primal exchange of desire between a man and a woman. Their bodies were intertwined, trembling rhythmically. Smile forgot that the man before her was her doctor; he was a man.

The more intense their lovemaking, the more excited Smile became, and she quickly reached orgasm.

Then, the man made her kneel on the bed, "like a bitch," that's how she described it.

"He's amazing. Every time he thrusts deep inside me, I can't help but cry out. It's an experience I've never had before. Amazing, really." Her eyes shone brightly.

"You two did it for a long time?" I asked.

“One night,” she laughed, “it was crazy. He had so many tricks, so perverted…” She described, “I didn’t know he had so many preferences. I thought… he was a serious man, but I never expected…”

Then, he started having sex with Smile very wildly, like an animal. He was very young, so he had a lot of energy.

Smile didn’t know how many times he had lost control of his penis, she only knew that this kind of sex was very pleasurable, very exciting, and she enjoyed it to the fullest.

“That’s it,” she laughed, “I’m all better.”

“Was it because of him?” I asked, “Because of his abilities?”

“I thought so at first,” she said, “but I found out it wasn’t.”

“Why?” I asked.

“The second time we had sex, it was very ordinary, without any filming equipment. He said he wanted to do it once, it was purely a physical need, I know. As a result, I didn’t have an orgasm, and I even left him halfway through,” she said.

“How could that be?” I asked.

“I don’t know either,” she said. “Then, he turned on the camera and said to me, ‘I’m going to film.’” She paused, then said, “You know what? As soon as the camera turned on, my libido immediately surged, very intensely, I could feel it myself. Then, we made love very intensely, just like last time.”

“The camera?”

“Yes, that camera,” she said. “That camera was key. When I entered the frame, I found I could immediately let go, and become very open. I was like a slut, insatiably demanding of men. But, as soon as the camera turned off, I don’t know what happened, I immediately…” She said, “recovered.”

I knew what she meant by “recovered. ”

“He noticed this too,” she said. “He analyzed that it was because as soon as the camera turned on, I subconsciously wanted to perform very well, to prove that I wasn’t a frigid woman. In other words, the camera was my aphrodisiac.”

I looked at Smile in front of me, and only one term came to mind: the “Hawthorne effect.”

The so-called "Hawthorne effect" was originally a documentary experiment on factory workers. A group of scientists set up several cameras around a factory to record the workers' work. However, this also motivated the workers to work harder because they knew there were cameras around, so they dared not slack off and would only show their most diligent side.

I can only explain what happened to Smile using the "Hawthorne effect."

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