harassment

Chapter 1

"Sigh..." At home, looking out the window, I recalled the moments I'd shared with my husband over the years

, and couldn't help but sigh. My name is You Mengjie, I'm 35 years old. Sitting by the window, I suddenly remembered the ten years I'd been dating my husband, and then thought about the ten years of our marriage. My expression darkened, and I sighed deeply. But when I thought about our child, the fruit of our love, my expression improved considerably.

"Hehe." At 20, after graduating from vocational school, I started working. It was then, by accident, that my husband got me pregnant—I was pregnant out of wedlock. Although my husband and I, and our respective families, had fierce arguments about my pregnancy, thanks to our efforts and perseverance, I was finally able to give birth to this child.

Thinking back to my wedding, my adorable 5-year-old son adorably followed his parents to the ceremony. His cute behavior made me smile knowingly, and I even chuckled softly.

"Seventeen years old... sixteen years old." This is my son's age, and also the age when I fell in love with my husband, who is three years older than me, in school. Back then, I was shy, sensitive, and introverted. Of course, I had no shortage of male classmates pursuing me. I even heard from others that those energetic boys had voted me the class beauty. But I didn't have any special feelings for any of them, whether they were from my class or others, until I met him.

"It was love at first sight," at least my husband and I both felt that way. When I first met my husband, who was in high school at the time, we both had a special feeling. After a few encounters, we naturally and naturally got together. My head was bowed, and my cheeks were flushed with shyness. That was how I often looked when I was with my husband. He, on the other hand, was breathing rapidly and looked uneasy. We, so young and innocent, quickly fell in love. My handsome husband and my beautiful self aroused the envy and jealousy of many single men and women in school.

"I'm seven years old." After graduating from junior high school that year, I chose to attend a local vocational school, while my husband was admitted to a good university in the province, leaving our city to study there. It was then that I completely surrendered myself to him. After our lovemaking that night, he held me tightly in bed, vowing that I was his woman, the wife he had chosen for life. During

that time, we were inseparable, feeling empty if we didn't see each other for even a short while. It was truly the sweetest and most tender time! Sitting by the window, thinking about that time, I couldn't help but chuckle. My beautiful face and eyes exuded a sweet charm.

My husband went to study in another city, only able to come back during school holidays. Whenever he returned, we were inseparable. Although we were separated by distance, it didn't affect our relationship at all; on the contrary, we cherished it even more, and it continued to grow stronger with our joint efforts.

It was around this time that I discovered I was pregnant. My husband had just graduated and returned to our city, taking a low-paying job.

"It's all his fault!" I cursed him inwardly. My husband, my wife, and he all went to the same school; he was my husband's high school classmate and best friend. Just as my husband and I had convinced our families not to object to my having a child out of wedlock, my husband returned home and started seeing him again.

At first, I didn't notice anything, but shortly after giving birth, I noticed something was wrong. My husband was going out almost every night, always returning late at night. At first, I thought it was because of work; he often had to go out for social events. Plus, his attitude towards me hadn't changed; I could still feel his deep love in his eyes and expression, so I didn't investigate further.

"Women are better off being a little naive." Ever since my husband started hanging out with that group, I often smelled perfume on his dirty clothes that wasn't mine when he came home late at night. Once or twice is one thing; when my husband is entertaining clients or superiors, he inevitably has to put on an act. Although I felt a little uncomfortable, that's just how society is, and I could only pretend not to notice.

But this was going too far! At first, it was only once or twice a week, but then it became every day. He'd be drunk late at night, and his clothes would have different perfume scents lingering on them—this was too much! I started to feel like I couldn't take it anymore.

"What is this?" On the night I was about to lose my temper, my husband came home drunk. I took off his clothes from the bed, and when I removed his outer garments, I saw a few curly black hairs on the collar of his white undershirt. I picked one up with my fingers, examined it closely, and my heart skipped a beat. Then I was furious: "This is definitely not someone else's hair; it looks like my own genitals..."

"Old habits die hard." The next day, my husband and I had a huge fight. After that, my husband toned it down a lot, and he often seemed insecure around me. I knew in my heart that he still cared about me and our son.

He hadn't neglected us usually, and even when he was drunk at night, he would still come home. Perhaps it was because we'd been together for so long that I was a little tired of it, and coupled with the encouragement of his friends, he was tempted by other women. Thinking

this way, I gradually forgave my husband. As long as he didn't go too far, I turned a blind eye. Being too shrewd isn't good for a woman; "Why bother digging deeper?"

After that incident, my husband clearly learned to cover it up. He rarely came home drunk, and his clothes no longer smelled of perfume, so I stopped saying anything. Actually, no matter how my husband tried to hide it, as his wife, how could I not find evidence of his frequent infidelity? It was just a matter of whether I wanted to expose him. Which man doesn't cheat? As long as he handed over his income and did his "homework" at night, I wouldn't bother looking for trouble. Besides, at that time, my husband and I weren't married yet, and we already had a son. Would breaking up be good for me?

"Life after marriage." To be honest, after getting married, I didn't seem very interested in our sex life. I devoted all my energy to our growing son. I really don't understand why men are so preoccupied with that.

Married life is peaceful and dull, but our cute and clever son is the biggest spice in this monotonous existence. My husband is quite capable at work. Over the years, he has climbed from a newcomer at his company to a sales manager. Our family's financial situation has also been constantly improving. We've moved three times, from an old house to a new one, and now we own a three-bedroom apartment worth over a million yuan in the most prosperous area of the city.

My husband has matured a lot over the years and become increasingly charming. As for me, due to the change in our living conditions, most of the housework has been handed over to a maid, so I quit my job long ago. Besides taking care of our son, I spend the rest of my time shopping, getting beauty treatments, and so on. These high-spending habits have become my main lifestyle.

After dressing up and grooming myself, I often attend upscale parties with my husband. At these parties, my charm is no less than his; in fact, I've noticed that men stare at me more often than women steal glances at their husbands. Whenever this happens, I feel a little smug and often joke with my husband, telling him to keep an eye on me so I don't get snatched up by other handsome men. When I joke like this, my husband just smiles, his expression revealing nothing of his true feelings. Of course, as his wife, I can see from his eyes that he's actually very proud to have married such a capable wife.

"Cheating has become a habit." My husband is becoming increasingly secretive; he's made cheating a habit, and I know it. I've seen it twice. Once was when I was out shopping with my girlfriends at night, and I saw a young woman with her arm around my husband's as they walked into a hotel together. The other time was at a party; my husband said he had to leave, and as soon as he left, I, feeling bored, followed him. When I got outside, I saw him across the street, his arm around the waist of a brightly dressed young woman as they walked. My husband didn't see me standing across the street, and I pretended nothing had happened and went home.

"This relationship is really strange." Actually, I've asked myself this more than once: are my husband and I still husband and wife? It's rare for a wife to know her husband is having an affair and still pretend nothing's wrong. Of course we are husband and wife. To be honest, after living with the same person for over ten or twenty years, it would be a lie to say we're not tired of each other. Even I, as a woman, sometimes feel that way, let alone my husband!

Over these past ten years, our relationship has transformed from love into something akin to familial affection. To put it bluntly, if either of us were suddenly gone, we would feel extremely unaccustomed and extremely uncomfortable. This has nothing to do with emotions, let alone sex. To be honest, outsiders can hardly understand.

"What's wrong with my husband?" Every time my husband comes home after cheating, I can sense his guilt and regret, and then he showers me with affection for himself and our son. My husband is also human, and he's a man driven by his lower instincts. Honestly, can any man resist the temptations of other women? Perhaps only the invincible East could. But lately, my husband has been acting strangely. He almost never goes out at night, and for months he hasn't touched me. Has he gotten tired of his affairs and wants to settle down?

"This isn't right." What's wrong with me? If my husband wasn't cheating, I'd think he was acting strangely, haha! But he hasn't touched me either, has he? I quickly realized the reason: my husband had contracted a hidden disease. No wonder I hadn't seen him change his underwear lately; he'd worn it once and then thrown it away. I searched through the trash bags and found several pairs of underwear that smelled terrible. Only then did I understand why my husband had been acting so strangely.

"What should I do?" Should I confront him, or not? Sitting by the window, I was torn by this thought. I moved away from the window and sat at my vanity. Looking at my beautiful, mature face in the mirror, I gave a bitter smile.

I should confront him! I don't know why I was so magnanimous. At that moment, I wasn't thinking of scolding or condemning my husband for contracting the hidden illness. Instead, I was focused on explaining the situation to him so he could be careful at home and get better as soon as possible, so it wouldn't affect me, who was healthy, or our already deceased son.

"Wife, I'm home," my husband said from the bedroom doorway. Only then did I snap out of my turbulent thoughts. I slowly stood up from the dressing table, beckoned my husband to come closer with a stern face, and then confronted him. Half an hour later, my husband looked guilty and said cautiously in a soft voice, "Wife, don't be so calm. You can scold me, hit me, I'll accept it, but don't...don't be like this, don't...don't hurt yourself."

"I'm not angry," I said. My husband looked at me incredulously. How could that be? "Do you think this is the first time I've known you've been cheating? Do you remember the time before we got married?" My husband nodded. I'm not magnanimous, nor am I petty. Anger, rage, pain—and then what? "Divorce!

" My husband frantically shook his head, saying, "No, I was wrong, I..." Heh! "Husband, do you still consider me your wife?" I asked. My husband looked guilty and replied firmly, "Of course, in this life and the next."

"I can't satisfy you." "Then why did you go out and fool around with other women?" When I asked this question, my husband fell silent, and after a long while, he replied haltingly, "I...I also...maybe it's...something new..." At this point, my husband immediately stopped speaking. "But you've been fooling around, and you've even caught this disease. In the future..." I didn't know how to continue talking to my husband. Feeling wronged and heartbroken, tears welled up and slid down my cheeks.

"Husband, I'll change, I promise I'll never fool around again." Seeing me cry, my husband panicked, wiping away my tears with trembling hands, his expression filled with guilt as he promised, "I can't even fool around anymore." That illness has been plaguing my husband on and off. It's been half a year since he contracted it, and to be honest, I really don't know what kind of hidden illness he has. But this illness has forced him to settle down, causing him suffering, and also causing me, his wife, great suffering. Although I'm not that sexually driven, as a normal woman, after half a year of sexless living, to be honest, I still feel a little hungry inside. But that disappointing husband of mine… sigh… I guess I'll just have to bear it!

"I'll make it up to you." My husband knows he's wronged me, and in every way, except for our sex life, he's tried his best to make it up to me. Of course, I can feel everything he's done. Sigh! Well, from the time we met, fell in love, and got married, my husband, apart from his occasional infidelity, was truly impeccable in every other way. Besides, after contracting that disease, he was visibly thinner, which pained me, but I couldn't say anything—he brought it on himself!

"Sexual desire," that taboo word, has been frequently on my mind lately. For the past six months, with my husband and I both suffering from the disease, the inability to satisfy it and the inability to articulate it was unbearable. That night, while my husband was out socializing, I finally couldn't suppress my restless heart and took that crucial step that led me into the abyss. In the days that followed, I often asked myself deep down, "You Mengjie, do you regret it?"

Chapter 2

"Damn, that bastard Monkey has gotten into trouble again!" At the dinner table tonight, I was already annoyed by the effeminate drinking style of some of the newly acquainted men. Just as I was about to find an excuse to leave, a friend rushed over and said that my brother Monkey was in trouble and was confronting another group of people.

"All men are friends, but only a few are brothers"—that's my principle for making friends. Damn it, this troublemaker monkey is one of my few brothers. What's gotten into this bastard now? I asked the person who came to inform me. The friend, slightly out of breath, replied, "Brother Yong, I'm not entirely sure. We were just strolling down the street when those guys suddenly stopped us. Monkey saw the situation was bad and gave me a signal to slip away and call for backup..."

I nodded, stood up, and said to my friends at the table, "Brothers, sorry! I've run into some trouble. I need to go take care of it."

"Brother Yong, you're underestimating us! Your brother is our brother too! We'll all come with you!" Almost everyone at the table, except for the few sissies who had made me feel annoyed earlier, stood up. I glanced coldly at the group of effeminate men sitting there, then strode towards the door. A group of us, guided by our friend who had informed us, quickly made our way there. We were all silent, each lost in our own thoughts.

"Ah Yong..." We arrived a few minutes later. Monkey and the group were still facing off, exchanging some words, but no fight had broken out. I immediately led my men to join Monkey's side, standing beside him. Monkey called me apologetically.

My name is You Yong, 38 years old, a lifelong bachelor. My parents were retired ordinary workers in a state-owned enterprise. I dropped out of school after junior high and drifted through life. In ten years, I've experienced both success and failure. Approaching thirty, I was still a failure. Out of desperation, my parents swallowed their pride and used connections to get me a job at their state-owned enterprise, a low-level worker.

"Get married soon!" That's what my parents have been nagging me about all these years. Damn it! I want one too!

But given the current situation, what kind of marriage is this? I'm an only child, currently living with my parents in a cramped, 20-year-old apartment of less than 60 square meters near a state-owned enterprise. Working at the state-owned enterprise is very relaxed, but the salary is extremely low, less than 2000 yuan a month. I don't even know what I can do in this society where prices are rising every day.

"Just muddle along! Just muddle along! I'm just a loser, so what?" The more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make; doing nothing, no mistakes.

After years of being immersed in the unique culture of a state-owned enterprise, my original ambition and drive have long been worn down. Now I'm just apathetic, slacking off at work, spending my nights eating, drinking, and whoring—I'm practically gambling, but I won't touch that kind of thing. No education, no connections, no particularly sharp mind—there must be quite a few people like me in this society, just drifting along, right? At least I can support myself. As for finding a wife, I think I'll pass.

I often console myself like this late at night.

"With money, you don't have to worry about not having women"—that's a phrase we people often say, but after all these years, I'm still a penniless pauper. I'm definitely a physiologically normal man; just ask any woman I've slept with, and you'll know. However, most of my sexual encounters are cash transactions; only a few are free. I'm not bad looking; I'm nearly 1.85 meters tall, and I'd definitely turn heads in a crowd. I used to get into fights a lot when I first started out, and although I'm lazy now and haven't worked out much, I'm still in shape, with a few muscles to speak of.

"Tall, rich, and handsome—remove the middle word, and I'm perfect," is a phrase I often use to mock myself when there are girls at the dinner table. Actually, I'm doing pretty well now. A little alcohol, a little cigarettes, and the occasional woman to relieve my pent-up desires—life is average, but I don't feel pressured, and it's quite comfortable.

"What trouble have you gotten yourself into now?" I whispered to Monkey.

"I got drunk yesterday and went a little overboard flirting with a girl at the table... I made her cry," Monkey said, awkwardly scratching his head. "Well, that slut's husband brought a bunch of guys and cornered us here, haha..."

"What the hell are you grinning about, you son of a bitch, always causing trouble!" I slapped Monkey on the back of the head. Of course, I didn't actually slap him, but looking at this grinning idiot next to me, I just had an urge to slap him.

Monkey didn't dodge, letting my hand land on the back of his head, still grinning mischievously. When I arrived with my group, both sides stopped talking, and when I slapped Monkey, they fell silent. "You didn't end up in bed with her, did you?"

"No, really not, just verbal flirting."

"Oh."

After all these years, he's got some skills. I stared at the other group, and I actually found some familiar faces among them.

"My brother here is a scoundrel when he's drunk. Don't make a scene, friend, what do you think?" I said to the leader, the man whose wife had been harassed by the monkey, while simultaneously nodding and smiling at a few people I recognized in the group. As

soon as I finished speaking, the man's expression became hesitant. Something was going to work!

"What are you grinning about! Apologize to them!" Monkey stopped laughing and said to the man, "Brother, I'm sorry! I was drunk and talking nonsense. Please forgive me and your wife."

"Fighting is about money," the man said. I could see the man's expression wavering when Monkey said this. Plus, I had nodded and greeted some of the people in the group earlier, and with their encouragement, the man's tone softened. Although he still stubbornly insisted, "You harassed my wife, and an apology is all it takes!"

Monkey must have sensed the softening in his tone. After the man finished speaking, Monkey immediately added, "No way! How about we find a place right now, and I'll treat you and your wife to a drink as an apology?"

"It's no big deal!" The man only uttered a long "Hmm..." sound, indicating he was considering it. At this moment, I immediately chimed in, adding fuel to the fire, "My brother has realized his mistake, so why aren't you satisfied, friend? I was trying to downplay it, but if things really get serious, I'm not one to back down."

The man's expression softened noticeably after I spoke, and then the person standing next to him offered a way out, "Forget it, forget it, it's not a big deal." The man nodded after the person next to him said, "What's the big deal?!"

Seeing the man nod, Monkey immediately made a phone call to set a meeting place, then led two groups of people there. "Damn! I'm not in the mood. Just looking at your scumbag face makes me want to punch you. I'm not going. Remember, don't cause any more trouble."

After Monkey led the two groups away, I found a corner, lit a cigarette, and took a few satisfying puffs, thinking to myself, "That bastard Monkey is getting more and more deserving of a beating, even flirting with other people's wives." I quickly finished the cigarette, took out my phone to check the time—so early! I should probably find some buddies to go out for a few drinks.

"He's messing around again." I dialed the number of one of my few buddies. As soon as the call connected, I heard a woman's suppressed moans coming through the phone. Damn! He's messing around with women again.

"You bastard, you're messing around again!"

"You know already, why are you asking? You're a 90s kid! You're just envious and jealous!" Another scumbag. He's a scumbag whose brain is always horny. He takes advantage of his father being a corrupt official with a government job, and he's ruined countless young, attractive women who come to him for sex. To be honest, I'm a little envious and jealous. What can I do? I haven't made anything of myself, and I don't have a powerful and wealthy father like him.

"This beast, a typical case of 'the opposite sex above all else'." The phone had only just been ringing with soft moans from a woman, but after I spoke up, the moans amplified several times, accompanied by the crisp "slap...slap..." sounds of flesh colliding. The wild boar asked excitedly, "Get to the point, didn't you hear me? I'm busy!"

Hearing his shameless words, I cursed, "Busy my ass! You're always playing in that pissing place, aren't you tired of it? Hurry up and finish, come out and drink with me!"

The wild boar, who was in the middle of things, laughed loudly and replied, "I'm not tired of it!" Then he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I have a date later, I don't have time for you."

I said "Get lost!" and hung up the phone in frustration, thinking to myself, "Damn it, he's even having sex on the go, this wild boar, he's too...happy!" Haha, I'm the only one who needs it!

After making that call to that beast, I was a bit disheartened and decided to go home.

I got home around 9 o'clock. When I entered the house, my parents, who were watching TV, looked at me with incredulous eyes. My dad, trying to make conversation, said, "Xiaoyong, you're home so early today!" Hearing this, I felt incredibly annoyed. Why did my early return home seem like such a big deal to my parents?

"Damn, I've become a homebody too, surfing the internet." After chatting casually with my parents for a few minutes, I went to my room, closed the door, turned on the computer, and logged onto QQ. I'm a complete computer illiterate. Besides using QQ and playing a simple pool game, I know nothing else. While playing pool and chatting with familiar friends on QQ, I noticed a QQ account that had been online every night for some time. This must be my classmate and friend Awen's wife!

"I divide friends into three types: nodding friends, ordinary friends, and close friends." I looked at the lit-up QQ number. This Ah Wen's wife disliked me the most. I could sense her dislike for me when we occasionally interacted. Once, when we were drunk, Ah Wen let slip that his wife disliked me and thought I had corrupted her husband. Damn! What kind of fucking ideas does this woman have? If her husband didn't want to go out and fool around, could I find another woman, spread her legs, and force him to have sex with me?

"Anyway, I'm bored, hehe." I had drunk quite a bit earlier and hadn't felt anything, but now I felt a bit tipsy. Alcohol can make you lose control! My head was getting hot, and when I saw the lit-up QQ number, I suddenly got interested. I was bored anyway, so why not tease this woman who was always so serious? The more I thought about it, the more interesting it seemed. So I quickly typed a message and sent it, but there was no reply for a long time. Damn! She's still ignoring me!

I called again and sent another message. Finally, she replied, "Vulgar! I really don't know how my husband could have a friend like you."

Seeing her reply, I thought maliciously, "Vulgar my ass! This is called being honest, unlike your husband!" I thought of this woman's husband, a phrase my friend often used: "Impulsiveness doesn't solve problems; everything can be discussed!" That's why I always considered him just a friend, not a brother.

"Damn it, how hypocritical must someone be to constantly say that! Someone like him, always cheating on his wife and then saying how much he loves her, I just can't stand it!" But those women like it!

"Haha! Hidden illness." I learned some of his private affairs from others and from A-Wen himself. In the past six months, he had completely disappeared. Through reliable gossip, I learned that he had a problem with his private life. Hearing this, I almost burst out laughing. Serves him right! He got his comeuppance, didn't he? He was always sneaking out to cheat on his wife, and now he's pregnant. That means my friend Wen is practically a eunuch now. Anyway, that diseased penis is definitely unusable, so what about his wife...?

Chapter 3

"Chat Log"

Cun Mang: It's me, A Yong. Sister-in-law, what are you doing?

Cun Mang: Damn, why is no one replying for so long!

Long-lost Promise: Vulgar! I really don't know how my husband could have a friend like you. Cun Mang: Sister-in-law, I'm being genuine! What you're doing is hypocritical. Cun Mang: Is Brother Wen there?

Long-lost Promise: He's out. Cun Mang: Oh, so what are you doing at home alone, sister-in-law?

Long-lost Promise: Watching Korean dramas. Cun Mang: I really don't understand you women, why do you all love watching these drawn-out, tearful soap operas? Long-lost Promise: Humph! This drama is super touching. Cun Mang: Forget it! You can love this kind of drama from beginning to end and still not get a result. If it were me, I would have already slept with the female lead.

Long-lost promise: Get lost! Scoundrel Cunmang: Haha! Sister-in-law, what time will Brother Wen be back?

Long-lost promise: I don't know, it's all your fault for corrupting my husband, now he's always out gallivanting!

Cunmang: Damn! I'm really innocent! I haven't seen your husband in so long, I don't even know where he's gone, could it be… Long-lost promise: Could it be what?

Cunmang: Uh, haha!

Long-lost promise: Why aren't you answering? What are you laughing at!

Cunmang: According to reliable sources, Brother Wen is sick, is that true

, sister-in-law? Long-lost promise: What kind of sickness? Don't talk nonsense. Cunmang: Really not?

Long-lost promise: No. Cunmang: But an acquaintance saw Brother Wen go to the doctor. Cunmang: It's a shameful illness. Long-lost promise: This… Cunmang: Sister-in-law, is Brother Wen better yet? Long-lost promise: My husband isn't sick. Cunmang: Damn! No, that's not true. I'll look around again tomorrow. Long-lost promise: No, not good yet. Cunmang: How long has it been? Long-lost promise: More than half a year. Cunmang: Isn't your sister-in-law quite thirsty? Long-lost promise

: Get lost, you scoundrel. Cunmang: Haha, I'll send you a website so your sister-in-law can take care of herself. Cunmang: The videos on there are pretty good! Long-lost promise: Go to hell!

"Why couldn't I resist?" After I replied with "Go to hell," that person sent me a website. How could I have chatted with this scumbag who corrupted my husband for so long? Logically speaking, I should be very disgusted with him, but why do I feel a strange sense of novelty and excitement deep down? What's wrong with me? Looking at the website sent by that scoundrel in the QQ chat window, I felt even more conflicted. A moment later, I felt guilty and closed the chat window, trying to clear my mind of all the messy thoughts and focusing on the Korean drama playing on the screen.

"Resist...accept..." The Korean drama I was just watching with great interest suddenly lost its grip. I kept glancing at the penguin icon in the lower right corner of the screen. "You Mengjie, that guy's a scoundrel. You can't let him corrupt you." I tried to resist, but it only lasted about twenty minutes before I couldn't resist anymore and opened the chat window, clicking on the website the scoundrel had sent.

"Sensory stimulation, overflowing lust." Having never visited a pornographic website before, I was completely overwhelmed. It was an English website, filled with obscene pictures. The images of naked men and women constantly stimulated me. Looking at them, my face felt burning hot, and my heart raced. "How shameless these women are, and those men..." The naked women struck extremely seductive and shameful poses, exposing their breasts and genitals.

"I've thought about it myself." My gaze lingered on the pictures of naked women for a while. I'm a woman too, and the naked bodies of other women weren't particularly attractive to me. Besides, the large breasts and buttocks of those foreign women made me feel somewhat inferior. I slowly started browsing the website, focusing, of course, on the pictures of naked men. Handsome faces, muscular bodies, and those... hard, thick penises—all of them stirred up my long-suppressed lust. I felt wet down there.

Cun Mang: Sister-in-law, have you seen it? Cun Mang: Haha! You haven't answered for so long. Sister-in-law, you must be enjoying yourself and touching yourself!

Long-lost Promise: Get lost, I haven't seen it!

Cun Mang: Haha, let me recommend this one to you. I watched it a few days ago, it's really good!

Long-lost Promise: ...I won't watch it!

"Saying one thing and meaning another." Don't you know whether you've seen it or not? You're just being stubborn. That scoundrel sent me a detailed list of the website. After looking at the location of the movies he thought were good, he stopped. I told him I wouldn't watch it, but actually, at that moment, my heart was already consumed by lust, how could I not watch? I found the movie he recommended, and when I saw the title, I hesitated for a moment, but finally controlled the mouse and clicked the movie link. After skipping the intro, a foreign man and woman appeared on the screen.

"Plot"—this was a movie with a plot. Because I learned English well in school, I could roughly understand what the movie was about. "This scoundrel, making me watch this kind of movie, and even finding this kind of plot." The man and woman who appeared at the beginning of the movie were a couple, but the husband had sexual dysfunction and could not satisfy his wife, and the wife was not a docile character, so she quickly cheated on her husband with several lovers, making her husband cuckolded again and again.

The thrilling plot, "I couldn't resist anymore," seemed to further arouse her lust, especially this scene: the husband had barely left when the adulterer arrived. The wife who had been so gentle and dignified in front of her husband instantly transformed into a slut, performing oral sex on the adulterer, licking his anus, spreading her legs, and holding his erect penis as it penetrated her. Watching that penis enter the slut's body, she could no longer restrain herself. She spread her legs and placed them on the edge of the chair, her left hand reaching into her loose nightgown, pulling down her already wet panties to her knees. Then, she eagerly used that hand to caress her now-wet vulva.

Her left hand was fiddling with her vulva, while her right hand kneaded her breasts through her clothes, emitting seductive, loud moans that echoed the moans and groans of the foreign woman being fucked on the computer screen. This was her current state. Having never masturbated before, I did it for the first time today, imitating the female protagonist in the film and playing with my own body. It was supposed to be a private matter, but I didn't notice that the QQ chat window on my computer screen suddenly flashed again.

"What an accident!" I was so close to climax that I didn't care about any of this. My eyes were already closed. I was extremely excited. Because of the extreme numbness in my body, my right hand instinctively grabbed the mouse that was hanging by a cord. I clicked it inadvertently. Even more coincidentally, my unconsciously trembling hand pressed on the side of the desktop and moved the mouse cursor on the screen to the video chat window that popped up. I even clicked it. My shameful appearance was completely seen by that scoundrel.

"Unconsciously, or..." With my eyes tightly closed, I was fiddling with my vulva with one hand. Little did I know, the video had already connected. On the screen in front of me appeared the image of the man I hated. He could see my private parts completely naked. Soon, the man became even more excited and took off his clothes. In the video, he quickly masturbated with one hand, showing his erect penis. Actually, when I was masturbating, I could vaguely feel that something was wrong with the computer screen in front of me, but at this moment, I didn't care about that. The increasingly intense pleasure kept assaulting me. The hand on my vulva was fiddling with faster and faster, leaving me no time to care. I was focused on releasing the sexual desire that had been building up for so long.

A few minutes later, with my legs spread wide and propped up on the chair, I climaxed amidst violent spasms. My vulva released a large amount of vaginal fluid, making my hand, which was masturbating, completely wet and sticky. In my euphoric state, I didn't see the man on the screen, who was masturbating. The speed at which he was stroking his penis increased as he saw my alluring climax, his eyes fixed on me with an even more lewd gaze. I remained limp and stunned for a while before I came to my senses. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was shocked by what I saw on the computer screen. The image on the screen showed the man staring at me with lewd eyes, one hand gripping his erect penis and rapidly stroking it. I was stunned, my mind went blank, and I just stared blankly as the man masturbated until thick white semen spurted from his penis. Only then did I recover from my shock.

"What should I do?" Regaining consciousness, I hurriedly lowered my legs, clicked the mouse to close the video, and even sitting down, I could hear my own heart pounding. The image of that scoundrel, his erect and thick penis, made my face flush and my mind race. "How could I have video chatted with him? Did he see everything?" I was overwhelmed with confusion, shyness, regret, and pain, unsure of what to do next.

"Won't he tell everyone?" This was my biggest worry. He had seen my embarrassing side, which made me uncomfortable, but it wasn't a huge problem. At most, I could avoid him and never appear in his presence again. But I was afraid he would tell everyone… "He shouldn't tell everyone, right? Even if he does, I'll deny it to the death." After a period of inner turmoil, I finally calmed down and figured out what to do.

"I keep thinking..." In the days following this incident, this scene would often pop into my mind when I was quietly thinking. "An erect penis, a lewd gaze." When this image appeared in my mind, I couldn't describe how I felt. "Resistance, shyness, excitement, or desire?" Sometimes I would be frightened by those shameful thoughts that suddenly appeared. My husband could tell that I was a little emotional these past few days, often spacing out and making mistakes. He was very considerate; after noticing that something was wrong, he spent more time with me and took over most of the housework so I could rest and adjust my mood. Of course, he asked me what was wrong, but how could I tell him about something so shameful?

"Is it over?" A few more days passed, and it seemed like the incident was over. Having adjusted my mood, I went back to my usual routine, except that when I went online on QQ, I, who never used to go invisible, chose to go invisible, but I didn't delete that rogue QQ account, and I would still glance at it from time to time. The incident happened one evening, about ten days after the first one. That night, my husband brought him home. When he led the thug into the house, my heart trembled, and I froze in shock. Pretending to be calm, my husband led the thug inside. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, he smiled and said, "Xiao Jie, what's wrong? Don't you recognize A Yong?" Hearing my husband's words, I quickly snapped out of my daze and replied in a calm tone, "I recognize him." My husband then said, "Prepare a few more dishes; A Yong will be eating here tonight." "Okay!" My "okay!" was noticeably louder, and my tone carried a mixture of doubt, resistance, and a little excitement, but my husband didn't notice.

"He's here," I thought, trying to calm myself down. I started cooking in the kitchen, but I couldn't help but strain my ears, trying to hear what the thug and my husband were talking about in the living room. In the center of the hall, there was an antique-style small table with tea sets. My husband and he sat facing each other on small chairs in front of the table, drinking tea and chatting casually. After listening attentively for a while, I found it a bit boring, so I focused on cooking and "mischievously" started cooking. After

they had been chatting for about forty or fifty minutes, my husband got up to go to the toilet, and that scoundrel also stood up and wandered around, as if he were touring the house where my husband and I lived. "Sister-in-law, do you need any help?" He walked around the house and came into the kitchen, saying to me. "No...no need." Facing that scoundrel, I tried to maintain my composure, but a hint of panic crept in my hesitant reply. "Don't be shy! Sister-in-law, just tell me what you need." The scoundrel said as he moved closer behind me, where I was cooking. "This scoundrel is so audacious." He shifted his position, pressing his lower body against my buttocks, even rubbing slightly. I could even feel his burning erection. "What does he take me for?" I put down what I was doing, turned around, and pushed him away forcefully, coldly... I said to him, "Get out, don't bother me." When he saw my cold, angry face, he grinned and replied, "Okay, okay, I'll go out now, I won't disturb you, my sexy sister-in-law." Seeing his frivolous manner, and hearing the word "sexy" come out of his mouth, I was even more furious. "Get out!" "I'll go out now." He quickly left the kitchen, but then suddenly stuck his head back in and said, "Sister-in-law, your butt is really big and bouncy." After saying this, he immediately pulled his head back in. Hearing his words, I felt a strange emotion stirring within me, even as I was furious.

Chapter 4

"Damn! This is much more exciting than watching those porn movies!" My sister-in-law suddenly asked for a video call. I immediately turned it on and saw a scene that surprised me. The video showed my sister-in-law with her eyes tightly closed, her face flushed with desire. She wore a loose, somewhat transparent nightgown, her legs spread apart, her feet resting on the edge of the computer chair. Her upper body was disheveled, revealing a black bra covering her breasts on one side. As she shifted her body, her large, round breasts were mostly exposed. Although I couldn't see the two key points of her breasts, the posture was extremely alluring. Staring at my sister-in-law's upper body made my mouth dry.

"A beautiful mature woman's masturbation." Gray stockings covered her calves up to her knees, and a pair of purple women's panties were above her thighs. Through her spread legs, I could clearly see her thick pubic hair covering her hairy genitals, her clitoris barely visible, and her two brown, moist labia. Oh! My sister-in-law's vagina is butterfly-shaped! Her little hand, which she used for masturbation, was constantly moving around her vulva. I could see a clear, sticky liquid flowing from between her little fingers.

"I can't take it anymore!" Watching my sister-in-law's live masturbation show, how could I possibly hold back? I quickly took off my underwear and watched her masturbation performance with burning eyes. I grabbed my now hard penis and started stroking it rapidly. "Damn, that feels so good! I've never felt so stimulated before." The pleasure grew stronger and stronger. Just as I watched my sister-in-law climax and collapse, I was also on the verge of exploding. I masturbated even faster, my eyes fixed on my sister-in-law, who exuded a stunningly beautiful mature woman after her orgasm. After stroking it about a hundred times, not only my penis, but my whole body seemed to be cramping. Large amounts of thick white liquid spurted from the tip of my penis, and a small portion of the semen even shot onto the computer screen in front of me.

"Haha! My sister-in-law seems startled." Shortly after I ejaculated, my sister-in-law opened her tightly closed eyes, and then she panicked, clearly startled. Then the video call was interrupted. "What's going on? My sister-in-law looks like she's seen a ghost. Could it be that she..." When the video call ended, I ignored the computer screen and the mess on the floor, picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and started smoking. As I smoked, I thought, "What the hell are you thinking about! I'll find out when I get a chance to try it out." I thought for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, so the most direct thought popped into my mind... After figuring out a plan, I couldn't help but fall into fantasies about my extremely beautiful sister-in-law again, and I chuckled to myself.

At her sister-in-law's house, at the dining table in the living room, Mengjie sat silently with her head down, her expression complex. Beside her sat her husband, Wen, and opposite him sat You Yong, whose wicked thoughts were already brewing in his mind. The two men ate and drank, chatting idly. While You Yong was rambling, he would occasionally glance at Mengjie sitting beside him. The meal took an hour to finish, but the several bottles of liquor on the table had already been consumed. Then, You Yong stood up and said to the man sitting opposite him, "Brother Wen, we still have some bar at home!"

"Hehe! Of course we have it. We're short of everything at home, except for alcohol..." You Yong asked, "Where is it? I'll go get it." Brother Wen waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to go get it and told him to sit down. "It's in the refrigerator in the living room. Finish the rest of what's on the table, and I'll go get it." You Yong had already started walking slowly, replying as he walked, "I need to use the restroom right now. I'll get it on the way." He walked towards the restroom, which wasn't far from the kitchen, and came out again a while later. He went to the refrigerator in the living room, took out a few bottles of beer, bit open the caps of two of them, and while the couple wasn't paying attention, he took out a small plastic bag containing what looked like a few Western medicine pills from his pants pocket, picked up the pills with his fingers, and quickly put them into one of the open beer bottles.

After doing all this, You Yong slowly walked back to the dining table, sat back in his original seat, and placed the bottle of wine laced with Western medicine in front of the man opposite him, saying, "Brother Wen, come on, let's have another one." After he said that, Brother Wen immediately picked up the bottle of wine laced with medicine, added wine to his already somewhat drunk glass, and said, "Drink up!" The two men raised their full glasses and drank them down in one gulp. After drinking, they started chatting about all sorts of things again.

While her husband didn't notice, You Mengjie knew. She saw the man she secretly considered a scoundrel subtly add something to her husband's drink. Just as he was about to add the first drop, she tried to stop him. But as she slightly rose, the scoundrel seemed to sense her unusual movement, giving her a wink and silently saying, "Sleeping pills." She understood, and was shocked, stunned, unsure whether to expose him or… While she was struggling with this internal conflict, her husband had already drunk several glasses of the drugged drink. "I should have stopped him, but…"

Not long after the "betrayal," your husband finished the bottle of wine. You staggered drunkenly, then slumped onto the table and fell asleep. "You bastard, what are you trying to do? Why did you put sleeping pills in the wine?" Hearing You Mengjie's question, You Yong stood up and laughed loudly. "What are you laughing at?" Mengjie, seeing he didn't answer and instead burst into laughter, angrily asked again, "What are you laughing at? I'm laughing at you, sister-in-law!" Mengjie was confused. "Laughing at me for what?" You Yong answered as he approached Mengjie, "Laughing at how you knew I drugged your husband's wine, but you didn't expose me on the spot. Now you're acting like a virtuous woman, questioning me. Damn! Is this funny?"

"I...I..." Mengjie's hidden thoughts were suddenly exposed by him, causing her to panic and become at a loss. "That scumbag, how many women has he slept with behind your back all these years? That's bad enough, but now he's even contracted an STD. I don't believe you're not angry with him at all, sister-in-law." Mengjie was angry about her husband's behavior, but it was none of her business whether they were husband and wife or not. She replied, "Whether I'm angry or not is none of your business. Besides, isn't it all because of you, you lowlife, that my husband became like this?"

"Damn! You're such an unreasonable woman, blaming everything on a leaky toilet. What the hell, if your husband doesn't want to, am I supposed to point a gun at his head and force him to sleep with other women?" You Mengjie, her face darkening with anger at You Yong's words, retorted, "You're a filthy scoundrel, and you speak so crudely! What are you doing! Let go!" As they spoke, You Yong had already walked to her side. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her waist. She angrily demanded that You Yong let go, but You Yong's face was full of smiles as he said in a slick, oily tone, "I won't let go. The words may be rough, but the reasoning is sound, sister-in-law, don't you think so!"

The man not only didn't let go of her, but instead pressed his lips against Mengjie's. He whispered these words in her ear, "You scoundrel!" Mengjie cursed weakly, feeling his breath on her sensitive area, sending a wave of pleasure through her. Her voice and body went limp at the same time. "Sister-in-law, don't you like it?" As You Yong spoke, he stuck his tongue into Mengjie's ear, licking her sensitive spot. His large hand, which was around her waist, began to roam over Mengjie's shapely body. Her husband was right in front of her, yet he was so bold. Under this double stimulation, Mengjie's consciousness became blurred. The tingling in her ear and the hot hand on her waist gave Mengjie wave after wave of pleasure, and she felt an irresistible urge to stop.

"Is this revenge? Let's just accept it!" Mengjie, who always presented a dignified image, never expected to succumb so quickly. Under the waves of pleasure coming through her body, she had already given up her initial feeble struggles, allowing the man she had always despised and called a scoundrel in her heart to violate her. Yu Yong, licking her earlobe and caressing her waist, was no longer satisfied. Looking at Meng Jie in his arms, her eyes glazed, her face flushed, her breath coming in short, soft gasps without resistance, he seemed to understand her thoughts. He withdrew his tongue and kissed his sister-in-law's slightly parted, sexy lips. One hand had become two, encircling her breasts and reaching towards her heaving mounds.

"Mmm..." Yu Yong's tongue pried open Meng Jie's mouth, intertwining with her smooth tongue inside. His hands had also climbed to her breasts, caressing and kneading them through her clothes. Her breasts, long untouched, soon emitted a soft, alluring sound, like a muffled moan or a low groan. The sounds ignited instantly, already intertwined. The emotions of the two men were palpable. You Yong picked up Meng Jie and carried her into the bedroom, roughly undressing the woman beneath him. The woman kept her eyes tightly closed, neither resisting nor yielding. Only as the man removed her shirt and skirt, her slowly raised hands and slightly upturned buttocks revealed her still somewhat reserved nature, though she no longer objected to his actions. "So fragrant!" You Yong said, taking a deep breath as he grabbed Meng Jie's bra and panties. "Pervert!" Meng Jie, curious, slightly opened her eyes, watching the man's actions, her heart trembling as she playfully cursed, "Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful!" Now, Meng Jie was completely naked, her snow-white body exposed before the man's eyes. You Yong's hands roamed over the woman's body, causing Meng Jie to tense and stimulated, goosebumps suddenly appearing on her smooth, fair skin.

Yu Yong quickly took off his clothes as well, and the two of them stared at each other naked. Strangeness, excitement, lust, and unrestrained emotions intertwined between them. Yu Yong's hands, kneading her breasts and teasing her vulva, increased their pressure, while Meng Jie adopted a submissive posture, her body twisting and her legs slowly parting, betraying her inner thoughts. "I'm going in," Yu Yong said as he felt his penis about to burst. "Mmm..." Meng Jie's soft response ignited their bodies. The hot, scalding object, like a sharp sword, plunged into her wet and alluring place. The man's muffled groans and the woman's moans echoed in the bedroom at the same time.

As the scoundrel's penis penetrated her body, Mengjie suddenly remembered her drugged and sleeping husband in the living room. "Husband, I still love you. Consider this my revenge for all these years!" You Yong was now a beast in heat, only thrusting rapidly, fucking his beautiful sister-in-law. "Sister-in-law's hole is so tight! Looks like I haven't used it in a long time. It's a waste of a man's time!"

"Oh...faster...faster...Yong...shoot...ah!" After about half an hour of intercourse, both You Yong and Meng Jie had reached their limits. Meng Jie reached her climax, feeling as if she had flown to the top. You Yong, who was wearing a condom, ejaculated into the condom after dozens of rapid thrusts. After their climax, the two embraced each other. You Yong, who was holding Meng Jie, soon became lustful again, and one of his restless hands reached for his sister-in-law's light brown genitals.

"Husband, your wife is no longer pure, she's cheated on you. Will you forgive your wife like this, and will you still love me?" Mengjie felt a deep sense of guilt after her climax. Thinking of her husband in the living room, her mood plummeted. "Oh..." After lying down for a while, You Yong, who had regained his erection, started having sex with her without Mengjie's consent, without a condom. Mengjie, filled with remorse, only realized what was happening when he penetrated her. The situation made her somewhat resigned. "It doesn't matter anymore. Whether I wear a condom or not, whether he fucks me once or several times, none of that matters." She

had already betrayed him, body and soul; what was there to regret or feel lost about now? Under this emotional influence, Mengjie slowly began to feel the pleasure emanating from her body. Lost in this pleasure, she gradually let go of herself, relaxing her body and mind. You Yong, seeing that his sister-in-law didn't object to him not using a condom, focused on enjoying the tightness of the woman's vagina beneath him. "Fuck! So good, I'll fuck you to death!" The carnal struggle between the man and woman in the bedroom continued, while the man who was originally the woman's husband was unconscious, fast asleep on the dining table.

Chapter 5

Inside the city's largest pharmaceutical company, in one of the offices, a bespectacled, refined, and fair-skinned man sat in a chair, scrutinizing the people standing before him. The standing men faced the seated man with great respect, their eyes filled with admiration. The seated man slowly and methodically explained the tasks they were required to complete this month, praising their good performance and pointing out their shortcomings to help them improve.

The refined superior spent nearly an hour assigning tasks to his subordinates, explaining their deficiencies, and then waved for the standing men to leave. After they left the room, he opened the laptop on the table in front of him, booted it up, and opened a blank document. He then meticulously typed several reports.

By the time the reports were completed and sent through the internal network, it was almost lunchtime. Only then did he have a moment to himself. He took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer of his desk, lit one, and started smoking. His expression wasn't relaxed; instead, he seemed lost in thought with a complex expression.

This person lost in thought was himself. My name is Wu Qiwen, and I'm 38 years old. My pharmaceutical company is nationally renowned. After more than ten years of hard work, I've steadily risen to the position of regional sales manager, earning a considerable monthly income. I feel quite capable at work, but recently, some problems have arisen in my personal life. I've noticed them, but I lack concrete evidence, and I'm also somewhat inclined to avoid them, fearing the consequences of revealing them.

I have a calm and unhurried personality, and my principle in dealing with people and things is to prioritize self-interest. I only speak three-tenths of what I mean to anyone, and even my wife and son sometimes show a little dislike for this style of mine. They often laugh and scold themselves, saying that something that could be explained in a few words, I insist on going around in circles, until they're both exasperated, and I still haven't gotten to the point! Honestly, I don't want to be like this, but this way of speaking has become a habit, a habit of surviving in the workplace while wearing

a mask. I have a son, and to cultivate his independence, I arranged for him to board at a school quite far from home, only coming home on weekends. Thinking back to the big fight my decision caused with my wife, I can't help but chuckle. My wife dotes on our son, and when I arranged for him to board, she strongly opposed it, even threatening to break off the engagement. It was only after I appealed to her emotions and reasoned with her that she reluctantly agreed to my decision. In this matter, the eloquence I've honed over ten years in the workplace played a significant role.

My wife and I were each other's first love when we were dating. By the time we got married, our son was already five years old, so the passion we once had for each other had long since faded. It felt like touching my left hand with my right. Of course, I deeply love my wife and have always considered her my life partner; I've always held this belief. But as a man, often having to travel for work or socialize in entertainment venues, how could I resist the temptations of sexy women? So, I admit I've wronged my wife in this regard, and I've often cheated on her.

My wife isn't perfect; how can anyone be perfect? In daily life, she's a good wife; when taking care of our son, she's a good mother. Although she's over thirty, she's still charming and beautiful. With her dignified and elegant demeanor, she always brings me face when we attend events together. My wife is a model of a good wife—capable in both public and domestic settings. But how can anyone be satisfied? My wife is good in every way, except for one thing—sex!

Every time we have sex, my wife seems very reserved, as if she can't let loose. She was like this when we were dating, and she's still like this after we got married and had our son. I've thought about how to change this reserved wife, how to transform her into what people call a "bedroom slut," but I'm very hesitant. I'm afraid she'll be disgusted, angry, or even furious. So whenever these thoughts cross my mind during sex, I force myself to suppress them.

Every woman is different—smell, voice, body shape, sensitive areas, and of course, private parts. Even before we were married, when we were dating, I had affairs. The novelty and excitement of my first time with another woman was addictive. Over the years, I've cheated on countless women. Every time I finish with a new woman, I compare everything about her to the women I've slept with before, and of course, my wife is always among those I compare her to.

Does my wife know I'm cheating? The answer is undoubtedly yes, she definitely knows. She caught me doing this even before we got married, and we had a huge fight. I restrained myself for a while then, but my inner infidelity kicked in, and I quickly went back to my old ways, cheating on my then-girlfriend and now-wife. Of course, I learned my lesson. After that, I always remembered to delete text messages and call logs on my phone before going out for a tryst. I used one QQ account for everyday life, and another for flinging with other women. I always washed myself and my clothes after a tryst… Although I did these things to cover it up, I could still sense that my wife knew. She turned a blind eye and tolerated me. The more lenient my wife seemed, the more guilty I felt. I could only try my best to compensate her in our daily life and in terms of material things. Until this time, after I contracted that damned STD, I tried my best to hide it from my wife, but in the end, she still found out. How long can a couple living together keep this a secret?

My wife confronted me and asked what kind of disease I had. She told me to be careful so as not to infect the family, especially our son. When my wife confessed to me like that, I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear into a hole. I could also feel the pain and disappointment on her face as she spoke. After that, the illness tormented me on and off for six months without any improvement. Feeling powerless, I resolved to be a good husband, showering my wife with care and concern, trying to make up for the serious mistake I had made.

During my illness, although I tried my best to mend our relationship, I could still sense a change in my wife's attitude towards me. I could see she was desperately suppressing her surging female desires. She was usually indifferent at home, often sitting in a daze, only occasionally smiling. "It's all my fault!" I constantly blamed myself for the past six months. But now, with this illness still lingering, knowing that my wife's desires could not be satisfied, what could I do? I couldn't help but smile wryly... Over the past ten days or so, my wife's smiles had gradually increased, as if she had become a different person. She was radiant, and she even seemed to want to talk to me, often asking me to chat with her. My wife hadn't shown this behavior in ages. I remembered it only when we were dating. How could she have changed so drastically all of a sudden? Looking at my wife's behavior, I was filled with confusion, doubt, and a vague sense of unease.

"Don't scare yourself, my wife should..." He muttered to himself, smoking in the office.

He had to know the answer eventually! There was no escaping it. After figuring it out, he used the method he had already planned to test his wife. First, he called her to tell her he had a business dinner that evening and wouldn't be home until late. After making the call, he felt a sense of relief, slowly stood up, and went to a nearby restaurant to get something to eat.

After leaving the company in the afternoon, he deliberately wandered around to kill time. Around 8 PM, he finally hailed a taxi and drove home. About twenty minutes later, he arrived at his door and tiptoed in like a thief. The living room light was off, but the light in their bedroom was on. As soon as he entered the living room, he heard his wife's familiar low moans. Hearing this, he felt a shiver run down his spine and stood frozen, too afraid to go into the lit bedroom, lest he see something he couldn't bear.

Several emotions swirled in my mind as I stood frozen in the living room. After a few minutes, I finally made my decision and resolutely walked towards the bedroom, which was still lit. Just as I reached the bedroom door, I heard a male voice: "Did I fuck you good?" followed by the sounds of flesh colliding during sex. "Mmm...good...oh..."

It was my wife's voice. "Haha, I knew you were a slut." The man's voice was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

Hearing this, I was already filled with rage. As I strode into the bedroom, my wife's moans grew louder and more intense, and the man continued to utter obscene words. Now I was in the bedroom, not far from the bed, everything on it clearly visible. However, the two people engaged in passionate intercourse were unaware of me standing behind them.

My wife lay naked on the bed, her limbs braced against the surface like a female dog, her buttocks raised high. A man knelt behind her, his penis inserted into her vagina without a condom, rapidly thrusting in and out… “Is this my wife? How could she be like this? And who is this man?”

I consider myself a rational and calm person, often saying, “There’s a solution to everything, everything can be discussed!” But what I was seeing made it impossible for me to remain calm. I am a man, and my wife has cheated on me with a huge cuckold’s horns. This man is violating my wife’s vagina right here in our bedroom! How can I tolerate this?!

“You bastard, how dare you touch my wife!” I strode to the bedside and forcefully shoved the man away. The man, still thrusting rapidly, was thrown off the bed, his penis withdrawn along with it. As the penis was withdrawn from my wife's body, the man ejaculated at the same time, with large amounts of semen spurting from his urethra, some of which even landed on my face. My wife was even more overwhelmed; as the man's penis was withdrawn, she seemed to have reached her climax, her vaginal opening stretched wide by the penis, with copious amounts of secretions flowing from the opening. Then, she moaned loudly and collapsed onto the bed, convulsing slightly. At that moment, the bedroom was filled with a strong, strange smell.

Wiping away the few drops of semen from my face, and seeing my wife's reaction, my anger intensified. I walked around the bed to the man I had pushed off, who was leaning against the wardrobe after ejaculating. I raised my fist, clenched so tightly it hurt my palm, and swung it at the man's face: "Bang!"

Chapter 6

"Bang! Slap... Slap..." Wu Qiwen had never shown such a savage and violent side in his life. His face was contorted with rage, veins bulging, and he frantically swung his fists, striking the man who was leaning against the wardrobe in his bedroom, desperately protecting his face with his hands. The man in front of him had slept with his wife in his own home, giving him the humiliation of being cuckolded—a humiliation no man could tolerate. How could witnessing this not drive him to a savage frenzy?

Leaning against the wardrobe, You Yong was still slightly dazed. He had been suddenly pushed away at the moment of ejaculation, and then his head was struck by a heavy punch. The suddenness of the situation left him stunned and unable to resist. He could only instinctively curl up and raise his hands to desperately protect his vitals, letting the man who had suddenly attacked him punch and kick him wildly. "You dared to mess with my wife!" After protecting his vitals for a while, he regained some of his senses. However, when he heard the man shouting this sentence while hitting him, You Yong realized who the man was and felt guilty. This made him not fight back immediately, but only resist.

You Mengjie had already gotten out of bed, forcing herself to stay awake. Ignoring the discomfort and weakness after her orgasm, she wrapped her arms tightly around her frenzied husband's waist, trying to pull him away. "Stop hitting him, husband, stop hitting him!" A woman's strength is no match for a man's, especially in this situation: a frenzied man and a woman who had just experienced an orgasm. There was clearly no comparison in strength. The woman could only try her best to pull him away with her arms around his waist, pleading with him through tears. Mengjie's appearance while trying to stop him was truly appalling. Her long hair was disheveled, her expression was distorted with agitation, her face was covered in tears, her breasts trembled violently, and white fluid flowed from her inner thighs. At this moment, she was no longer the elegant and dignified woman she always was. A shrew and a harlot would perhaps be more fitting descriptions of her now!

Qi Wen was thoroughly fed up with his wife's actions. Hearing her words of dissuasion only intensified his wounded heart. He stopped punching and kicking the man in front of him, turned sideways, and yanked away the hands that were wrapped around his waist. He grabbed his wife's hands and, with a final burst of strength, threw her onto the large bed behind him. Just as he was doing this, You Yong, who had been defending himself against his attacks, began to retaliate. Wu Qi Wen was a pampered, high-level professional engaged in intellectual work. You Yong, on the other hand, was a hard-working manual laborer who had struggled in society for many years. In terms of hand-to-hand combat, the difference in their abilities was obvious. You Yong only threw two punches, and Wu Qi Wen only took two punches in return—one to the head and one to the abdomen. The Wu Qi Wen who had been like a beast just moments before was now like a shrimp, hunched over, pale-faced, sweating profusely, and staggering to the edge of the bed, panting heavily.

After a brief counterattack, You Yong, standing upright, glanced disdainfully at Wu Qiwen, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face pale, and revealed a smug expression. "You, you dare to fight me? If it weren't for feeling a little guilty about messing with my sister-in-law earlier, I would have knocked you out long ago." You Mengjie, on the bed, saw You Yong's smug look and stared at her husband, afraid that he would hurt him again. She quickly went to him and pushed him, saying sternly, "It's all because of you. Get out of here!" Hearing You Mengjie's stern words, You Yong was stunned again. He thought to himself, "Damn, you bitch, you're ungrateful now that you've pulled up your pants. Heh, I'm wrong, she didn't pull up her pants either. In this situation, I shouldn't bother with it. It's better to leave here first."

While thinking this, he leered at his sister-in-law's alluring naked body for a moment, then ignored the man sitting on the edge of the bed and turned to leave.

"Don't go! Ah! It's you!" Wu Qiwen struggled to his feet and said this. You Yong turned around, and only then did he finally recognize who had slept with his wife. "Ah Yong, it's you!" Wu Qiwen said in shock. "I admit what I did. It was me. I'm sorry, old classmate, I slept with your wife." Wu Qiwen seemed to have suffered a huge blow, his face ashen. He returned to the edge of the bed, no longer speaking, and did not stop You Yong from leaving. "Go quickly." You Mengjie approached You Yong, who had turned around and stopped, and pushed him. He whispered to his friend, "Let's go, I'm leaving now." You Yong was incredibly lecherous. As he said this, his large hands started to wander, grabbing his sister-in-law's full breasts and kneading them vigorously for a few moments. He then chuckled lewdly at his sister-in-law before slowly walking out of the bedroom. During this time, Wu Qiwen, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was in a daze and his view was obstructed because the two people had their backs to him. He didn't notice that his friend dared to take advantage of his wife.

After You Yong left, a long silence filled the bedroom. Wu Qiwen sat by the bed, chain-smoking, his face gloomy. You Mengjie, her face flushed with embarrassment and guilt, quickly cleaned herself and tidied the messy room. They glanced at each other frequently, but neither spoke first. The atmosphere was incredibly tense—the calm before the storm? "How long has it been?" Wu Qiwen finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, unlike his usual gentle tone.

"Ten...more than ten days," You Mengjie replied, her elegance gone, now resembling a guilty wretch, her face filled with shame and hesitation. "Why? Still at home, in our bedroom!" Wu Qiwen's voice rose and fell, until it was almost a shout. "I...uh...it's all that scoundrel's fault...it was him..."

You Mengjie stammered , her voice rising and falling.

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