Dry on public beach boats

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With Gao Tiandi, we no longer needed the elusive and incomprehensible tricks of romantic flirting. We had an agreed-upon set of rules: I never interfered with his official duties or finances, while he reserved space for my marriage. This novel approach was intriguing, invigorating my senses. Behind the Haitian Villa was an iron ladder leading to the cliff. During typhoons, sea spray would splash onto the iron railings of the outer corridor, leaving them scarred like the healed skin of a burn victim. I wore a thin shirt, a tight-fitting sarong-like skirt (a type of traditional Dai sarong), and carried a bag containing swimming essentials. I tied my sweaty, salty hair back and wore large sunglasses. Slowly, I descended the ladder, my sarong-like skirt allowing the slits to be positioned freely on the side or in the front and back. She swayed as she walked towards the beach, the slit in her dress revealing almost her entire leg with each step. I imagined he would stare at me, completely captivated.
The seawater shimmered with a bright, warm light, as did the sand; the large rocks on the beach constantly emitted steam, the smoke a bluish-black hue from the heat. The entire bay seemed to be melting. Gao Tian had arrived earlier than me, saying he was fishing at the beach. I could see him casting his baited hook into the sea from afar. Then, he returned to his parasol. I casually remarked, "Director Gao, you seem to be in high spirits, it's rare to have such free time." Gao Tian pulled me between his legs, and I nestled back into his embrace. We gripped our fishing rods, watching the distant bobbers rise and fall gently with the waves. We chatted, enjoying the warm sunshine and the refreshing breeze, a truly idyllic experience. On the small table were drinks and fruit, along with his cell phones. He usually carried two, but today he had an extra one. The three phones, lined up in a row, looked particularly serious, indicating he had arrived early, not as leisurely as I had imagined. His thin face wore a stern expression, like a cold and proud stallion.
As the sun began to set, a fishing float dipped on the water. I screamed excitedly and sat up. "I caught a fish!" I exclaimed joyfully. He immediately turned the reel and pulled up a large striped fish. Soon, another float sank. He quickly caught two fish, three, four! As soon as one rod caught a fish, the other would soon follow. I danced with glee, the sea breeze blowing through my hair and washing over me, making me feel refreshed and involuntarily puffing out my chest even higher. The entire bay's beauty unfolded before my eyes; reefs, mangroves, and egrets were reflected in the mirror-like blue water, overlapping with the white clouds in the sky, creating a scene straight out of a myth. And there was my beloved man, all of this filled me with ambition and a sense of triumph.
"I'm going swimming," I said to Gao Tian. Seeing no response, his eyes remained fixed on the buoy floating on the water, his expression focused. I deliberately moved closer to him and took off my top. Underneath, I was wearing a bikini swimsuit—in fact, such swimsuits are prohibited in many public swimming areas on beaches. The two tiny triangular pieces of fabric barely covered my nipples. Thin straps crossed my shoulders and tied around my back, making one worry they couldn't bear the weight of my full breasts. My breasts protruded prominently. Gao Tian remained unmoved. He then untied his sarong-like skirt; the swim trunks were even smaller than the bikini bra. A narrow strip of triangular fabric revealed a glimpse of her vulva through the edge, a thin rope tied around her waist with two knots on either side. He seemed startled, but picked up his phone and walked away to speak into it; clearly, the conversation was something he wouldn't discuss with me. Feeling disappointed and frustrated, I walked towards the water's edge.
I stumbled into the sea, the waves crashing over me, making me stagger and sway like a toddler. I plunged into the sea and skillfully submerged, swimming like a fish. Looking back from a distance, his figure seemed small, but I could see him waving and talking, clearly excited. I splashed water with my fingers, as if dancing to music, the spray hitting my chest. I tilted my head back, the cool water supporting my body. I waited idly. Gao Tianzhen was a scoundrel; I needed a man, a man to possess me, to pierce me with his arrow, to bring me to orgasm. There was a floating platform in the distance, and I swam towards it with all my might. As I clung to the discarded tires and climbed aboard, I saw him suddenly swim towards me from afar. His hands moved like butterflies, flapping across the water—a beautiful but very difficult swimming style.
I sat on the edge of the platform, my toes rapidly striking the water, watching his body rise and fall like a buoy. A moment later, he gracefully skimmed the surface like a butterfly and came to me. He wiped the water from his face; his thick eyebrows and eyelashes, soaked with water, appeared dark and vibrant. I reached out my hand to him, but he didn't take it. Instead, he grabbed my kicking foot, and I felt myself being pulled into the water by him. I spread my arms and legs, lying on my back, bobbing up and down with the waves, spouting water like a whale. Suddenly, I thrust my hips up, submerged myself, and leaped down from my crotch to him, scooping up a handful of water and splashing it on his face. Caught off guard, he choked on a mouthful of water, coughing violently. I watched him laugh maniacally, and he retaliated, splashing water at me. I yelled at him, "Come and chase me!" and swam lightly into the waves, my strong thighs creating a spray. He tilted his head back, skillfully swimming forward with a breaststroke. I swam slower and slower, my strength waning. As he desperately swam closer, reaching out to embrace my waist, a huge wave, like a small mountain, suddenly surged in, tumbling us into the water. As we struggled to the surface, another giant wave swept him back down.
A jolt of pleasure made me dizzy, a surge of heat coursing through my veins. I swayed and twisted unconsciously, as if the physical desires I once had were rekindled. My tongue licked my lips. Gao Tian seized the opportunity, kissing my lips, his hands unconsciously tightening around my waist. His tongue explored my mouth, first my lower lip, then my teeth, while his hands were busy, sliding down my slender waist to my buttocks and rubbing there. He raised his other hand, wrapped his arms tightly around my neck, and kissed me more forcefully. I willingly leaned forward again, my breasts pressing against his broad chest.
His hands groped around my back, untying the straps of my bikini, my breasts suddenly exposed, two mature, full breasts bouncing out, with two delicate, rosy nipples. My breasts were enveloped, surrounded by a trembling desire. I could feel the man's hardness. I twisted my waist again, and I could feel his warmer, wetter lips. His hands moved down my hips, finding the tight straps of my bikini bottoms and untying them. My swimsuit slid down to my ankles. My lower abdomen throbbed violently, and her vulva pulsated. My heart and clitoris trembled simultaneously; I had lost myself, my whole body filled with lust. I closed my eyes, moaning softly, wriggling my plump buttocks against his thighs. Then I slipped my hand into his groin and touched what I needed. I could feel it trembling slightly in my palm. I pulled down his pants, laughing wantonly, and said, "Hey, does this excite you more?" He didn't respond, but gently pinched my breasts and sucked on my neck. Now both my nipples were between his fingers. "I think you're the one who's excited.
I felt a smooth, hard penis slide between my buttocks and slip into my exposed slit. I twisted and turned, trying to break free, but as my body swayed from side to side, I began to thrust backward to soothe him, pressing my hips against his hardness, in a position as rough as his. And when his penis brutally pierced my labia, I felt the friction stimulation. I groaned, caught in a powerful sensual stimulation, as he squeezed my breasts hard, his fingers rubbing my already sensitive nipples. And that hard penis had plunged deep into my vagina. I breathed wildly and reached out to touch his scrotum swaying between his legs, just then I heard him burst into a cheering laugh."
Under his powerful thrusts, my body arched, my hands gripping the tightly bound tires, resisting his attacks with even greater force. My buttocks were split in two by his frenzied, deep penetration. With each thrust of his penis, my juices flowed out like honey, quickly wetting my labia, my pubic hair, and running down my thighs, warmly seeping along the smooth, winding inner sides of my legs. I had never felt like this before. He was behind me, but our lower bodies were submerged in the surging waves; he must not have seen us. A motorboat passed by in the distance, and the two men on its bow seemed to have seen us, waving their hands and shouting something. "No. Someone will see us," I pleaded, my voice already hoarse. "Please, stop talking," he hissed back, his gentle, chilling voice tinged with coldness. I was certain the people on that boat had seen us. Even if they could only see two almost naked bodies intertwined from afar, the obscene, animalistic movements, the undulating, thrusting motions, the throbbing of the bodies as they were penetrated—all were impossible to misunderstand.
Just as I suspected, the ship circled back, only this time closer, and I could hear the shouts of those on board. The man behind me continued his relentless thrusting. I felt like a naked exhibit, a performer, a helpless woman, stimulated in front of a servant for my master's pleasure. I felt a shame I had never felt before, yet I still reached orgasm, and my pleasure was immense, inexplicably intensified by the humiliation. I felt as if my body was disintegrating, turning into water. Sweat and tears streamed down my face, beads of sweat gathering in my armpits, cleavage, and abdomen, while my vaginal fluid soaked Gao Tian's penis, even flowing into a slow, silvery river that seeped from my thighs into the sea.
The people on the boat laughed and joked without restraint, their voices filled with obscene chatter. "I...I can't..." I whispered, my voice barely audible, only my intermittent gasps audible. "No, ignore them, they can't see who it is." That was his answer, his body still swaying relentlessly. I felt my primal instincts erupt like a volcano. "Oh...ah..." I screamed, arching my hips upwards to meet his thick penis. The scream startled a flock of birds from the platform, which fluttered into the air. The still sea echoed with the sound of their flapping wings and chirping. Gao Tian's increasingly ferocious movements overwhelmed and suffocated me; our passion shattered like ice, sending fragments flying everywhere, even the physical pain became an unspeakable release and pleasure. His heavy breathing and that erect penis, like an aroused beast, overwhelmed all my senses. My body slowly collapsed and sank, our bodies intertwined and struggling. All around was deathly silence, save for the sunlight and the helpless, raging sea breeze. We used boundless imagination and creativity to repeatedly drown in the surging, ocean-like desire. He gasped, his mouth agape, his touch sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, biting my shoulder, squeezing my soft chest, each movement perfectly timed, until we were utterly exhausted.
I lay naked and weary on the floating platform, feeling a rare sense of satisfaction, warm and comforting like the sun. Gao Tian stood on the edge of the platform, his well-proportioned muscles, light brown limbs, pale waist, slender yet strong, his entire body a graceful arc. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and raised his arms overhead, striking a pose as if about to take flight. "Lin Hong, I love you." A wave crashed over me, a burst of white light flashing, and I felt a dizzying, swaying sensation. He leaped, his body spreading out in the air before plunging into the sea. The seawater he stirred up shot out like white, crystalline arrows, scattering in all directions. I saw his white body gliding across the surface, like a flying fish, soaring towards the horizon.
I jumped after him, and he grabbed me in the water. I clung to him, gradually getting used to drifting with the waves. We played in the sea until we were tired, then lay face down on the beach, our limbs paralyzed, unable to move. Beads of sweat dripped from our foreheads onto the dry, white sand. Waves of heat washed over my face. He looked a little comical in his swimming trunks; his belly protruded high, and the trunks had slipped down to below his navel, dangling and swaying like a chubby child whose belt hadn't been properly fastened. At that moment, the sky began to darken, the waves lazily licking the brown sand, a crimson fire burning in the depths of the sea. This was the best season, the best time at sea. Fishing boats from all directions gathered at the dock, each starting fires to cook. Plumes of smoke rose straight up, dissolving into the sea's mist. The seawater, smooth as a mirror, reflected the sky—a vibrant tapestry of reds, golds, blues, and purples, a strange and untamed beauty, breathtakingly beautiful.
We returned to the Seaview Villa and dined on the second-floor balcony, admiring the distant azure sea. I wore a tight-fitting silk shirt that accentuated my alluring figure, my slender waist and full breasts. The night air was fresh and cool; despite a day of scorching sun, the balcony remained pleasantly cool. I felt joyful, enjoying the relaxation. Dinner was sumptuous, with Gao Tian himself preparing crab, conch, and lobster soup. The fragrant wine was comforting. The enchanting night, the round balcony surrounded by flowers and plants, the fragrant air, the calm sea, and the wine in my glass—how intoxicating! I contentedly enjoyed the evening. The only downside was the constant phone calls; Gao Tian's calls never stopped. He noticed the displeasure on my face, hung up, and wiped his eyes, as if doing so could erase the chaotic and confused thoughts in his mind.
"Lin Hong, I'm sorry for bothering you," he said, reaching for the wine bottle. He stared questioningly at the glass of wine in his hand. To prevent him from drinking too much, I had mixed some sweetened beverage into the wine, and he poured himself another glass. “Don’t drink anymore, Gao Tian,” I said with concern. He waved his hand, “It’s alright.” “You seem troubled, Gao Tian,” I asked worriedly. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “To tell you the truth, Lin Hong, the boss talked to me yesterday, like he was giving me an ultimatum.” “Which boss?” I asked. He said, “It’s our bureau chief.” He took a sip of his drink and continued, “He asked me whether I wanted to leave the police force and take a temporary post in a county, or stay in the bureau but resign.” “Why? Did you offend someone?” I was startled. He said, “In our line of work, we’ve never offended anyone. It’s just that this time I’ve offended someone more powerful than me.” “Who is it? Do you know who it is?” I asked anxiously. He said, “I don’t know yet, but I’ll find out.” I felt he seemed to have a target, and I vaguely knew who it was too.
He wanted to drink more, so he asked me to put the bottle on the table next to him; there was still half a bottle left. "Stop drinking!" I said sharply, realizing later that my tone was a bit angry, but I assured him it wasn't directed at him. "Lin Hong, how about we go back to the city?" he asked. We packed our things, neither of us speaking. I drove silently, the headlights like two sharp blades cleaving through the darkness of the night. Just as I was about to turn onto the highway, suddenly, a car lay across the middle of the road. I slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching against the pavement. A black Land Rover, like a colossal monster, blocked the road, with a figure behind it—Yuan Zhen, followed by several burly men. I sat stiffly in the driver's seat, furious. Gao Tian jumped out of the car from the other side, shouting, "What's going on? Trying to rob us?" "None of your business!" Yuan Zhen shoved him with his shoulder, walked straight to the car door, and knocked on the window next to me. I lowered the window.
"Using the villa I gave you to have fun with other men, Lin Hong, you've got some nerve!" From his aggressive tone, I sensed he already knew everything. His face was dark, the designer shirt making his features appear even more sharp and dark, his face filled with hatred. I remained silent, unsure what to say; it was all a fact, there was nothing more to say. He raised his voice slightly: "Are you deaf when I ask you a question?" With that, he yanked me out of the driver's seat. I slapped away his hand still gripping my collar; he had almost ripped my shirt off, exposing most of my breasts. "Yuan Zhen, be a gentleman," I said. He turned to the burly men and said, "She should be more refined, but how can I be refined at a time like this!" His fist clenched. I glanced at his fist; he looked like a wolf ready to bite. She turned her face away. "If you act like this, I have nothing more to say," he emphasized fiercely again, "Don't force me to hit someone!
" "Suit yourself!" "I pretended to be calm, thinking he wouldn't dare do anything to me. But I was wrong; I forgot the saying 'a cornered dog will fight back.' His hand swung out, his fist turning into a slap. *Smack!* My face slammed, and I felt my vision blur. He rushed at me again, slapping me across the right cheek and kicking me in the stomach—a kick that hurt terribly. 'Yuan Zhen, you actually hit me! I'll remember this beating; it's the end of our friendship!' My face burned, as if countless bees were stinging it. My stomach was also throbbing with pain. Just then, Gao Tian pulled out a pistol from somewhere and shouted, 'Stop!' He pointed the gun at Yuan Zhen and said fiercely, 'Yuan Zhen, believe me or not, I'll blow your head off!' 'Fine, fine, Gao Tian, you've got guts. You're pointing a gun at me for a woman.' I said, raising my hands to my shoulders. He backed away, saying, 'Gao Tian, shoot!'" "If I can't kill you, I'll kill you!" I said, "Gao Tian, can you please leave?" He didn't even look at me. He pressed the gun to Yuan Zhen's forehead and said through gritted teeth, "Do you dare say you haven't been thinking about killing me?! Have you forgotten what I do? Do you think I don't know what you've been doing behind my back? Yuan Zhen, it's not certain who will kill whom!" "Gao Tian, let go!" I shouted sharply. He said, "Move the car!"
At Yuan Zhen's signal, one of the burly men moved the car back into the road. I got in the car, revved the engine, and drove away at high speed with Gao Tian. I thought I should go home and leave these people. The car entered the city, and we were both silent. I stared at the road. Apart from the deep night, the dim streetlights, and a few taxis speeding by, the street seemed quiet and peaceful. I parked the car at the intersection near Zhou Tian's house and said, "I'm not going in. You can't back up inside." He nodded and got out of the car. After Gao Tian left, I touched my face where I had been slapped twice. I saw several finger marks on my face in the mirror. I rolled up my shirt and touched my lower abdomen; it hurt as soon as I touched it. I drove home, my heart heavy. At that moment, I felt like my love life was like being in hell, a heavy shackle around my neck, and I longed to break free.
Xiao Ya invited me to coffee, but the location was a rather nostalgic teahouse. It didn't rely on bright decor and glamorous women for its reputation; instead, the curtains were low, the lighting dim yet full of ambiance, and elegant classical music played intermittently. The waiters were older, very clean and neat men, with gentle and friendly manners. She sat there, dressed smartly. When she saw me come in, Xiao Ya lazily raised an arm and waved. I walked over, and seeing my casual clothes and gloomy face, she couldn't help but complain a bit. "Were you robbed or just released from detention?" "Don't say anything." "I ordered coffee. She said, 'Old Yuan is driving me crazy.' I immediately understood why she wanted to buy me coffee. 'Yesterday, were you really with Gao Tian?' I answered yes, and she beamed, 'Oh, what a pair of adulterers, spending the whole day together.' I gave a helpless smile and said, 'Xiaoya, I'm really exhausted.' She smiled without showing her teeth, 'I believe you.' 'Tell me what happened, how did they become enemies?' I said shrilly, and she replied, 'Isn't it because of your philandering and fickle nature?'
'You're blaming me?' I muttered, and she laughed loudly, 'Whose fault is it? You have a beautiful smile and a slender figure; men are all buzzing around you like flies. Do you think it's my fault?'" She watched me intently as I picked up the coffee pot, poured some into a cup, scooped out some sugar and creamer with a silver spoon, and added it to the cup. My graceful and elegant movements seemed to captivate her. "Lin Hong, leave Gao Tian. This isn't good for anyone." Xiao Ya suddenly became serious. I said, "Even if I break off my relationship with Gao Tian, I won't go back to Yuan Zhen." My firm stance puzzled Xiao Ya, who stared at my angry eyes in surprise. I quickly lowered my eyelashes, concealing my expression. She said, "Haiyang said the same thing, Lin Hong. Everyone is doing this for Gao Tian's own good!" "
This has nothing to do with me." I picked up the cup and took a large gulp, then coughed repeatedly. Xiao Ya handed me a tissue. She said, "Old Yuan used all his connections to try and kill Gao Tian. Haiyang and Zhongping both tried to persuade him, but it was no use. Gao Tian's situation is very difficult now. They say he's going to be transferred to a county below. Once he leaves the police force, Gao Tian will be gone forever." “Xiaoya, tell me the truth, it was definitely Yuan Zhen who did this!” I asked urgently, but Xiaoya didn’t answer. I hurriedly called the waiter to pay the bill, said goodbye to Xiaoya, and rushed out of the coffee shop. I drove through the busy city traffic, called Yuan Zhen, and tried to keep my tone calm, as if nothing had happened. He said he was at the construction site. I struggled to turn the car around, and cars and bicycles flashed past me. I arrived at the entrance of the construction site Yuan Zhen had mentioned, looked around, and saw Yuan Zhen’s Land Rover parked in a corner of the site, so I parked my car and went over.
There was no one in the car. I looked around anxiously. Look. I looked up and saw Yuan Zhen standing on the edge of the top floor of the building. I found the construction elevator and pressed the green button. The elevator went up to the top floor. Yuan Zhen looked down arrogantly at the city's skyscrapers, traffic, highways, crowds, and overpasses. I appeared silently on the top floor. Carefully avoiding the fallen scaffolding, I stopped a short distance behind him and stared at his back. Yuan Zhen dismissed everyone else. He walked up to me and suddenly slapped himself hard across the face, leaving five clear finger marks. "Lin Hong, it was my fault. I shouldn't have treated you like that yesterday!" I felt disgusted, as if I had swallowed a fly, but my face remained calm. Seemingly unwilling to break the silence, I took a deep breath; I didn't even realize I had been holding my breath.
He walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder, which I pulled away in disgust. "Lin Hong. Say something, as long as you forgive me. You can say anything!" "I'm hungry!" I finally spoke, shouting at him, "I'm hungry!" He hurriedly pulled me close, saying, "Okay, okay, let's go eat right away. What do you want to eat? Tell me?" His lips kissed my face wildly. My cheeks were flushed red from his stubble, and my eyes gleamed with satisfied joy. I looked at him teasingly, "Alright? Stop being so affectionate." My tone was clearly mocking, but it made him very happy. Lunch was again at his suite in the Regent Hotel. It was very lavish, with cold dishes, hot dishes, a ceramic pot, and fruit filling the table, along with several bottles of mineral water and French wine. There wasn't a full set of cutlery, but on either side of the table were glasses, chopsticks, and spoons prepared for two people, next to an ice bucket for chilling wine. The dishes were quite exquisite, with perfect color, aroma, and taste, tempting and mouthwatering, satisfying even the most discerning palate.
She was lost in thought . Watching him, his elegant and leisurely movements—he poured the wine, then reached for a bottle of mineral water. His manners were impeccable, without a single superfluous gesture, a stark contrast to the man from the night before. I couldn't help but recall those joyful days buried deep within me, so quickly, so thoroughly, so irretrievably. Looking back now, they still feel fresh, even somewhat unfamiliar. I couldn't help but think of my first impression of him, his slightly hoarse laugh, "Yuan Zhen, stop your reckless behavior, give up your revenge on Gao Tian!" I said, touching the rim of a large, oval-shaped shallow plate, its contents fresh and tender. "Is that why you came back to me?" A hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes. I said, "Not entirely. I want to tell you, if this continues, you'll both suffer."
“Then you’re overthinking it!” I said, picking up my glass and taking a big gulp. He smacked his lips and said, “Taking care of Gao Tian is a piece of cake for me. If he wants to fight me, ask him how much money he has? How many connections he has? How many people are willing to risk their lives for him?” He stubbed out his cigarette in the rose petals on the table. I said, “This whole thing started because of me, it has nothing to do with Gao Tian.” “Lin Hong, I, Yuan Zhen, am in this city. Go ask around, who dares to take what I want from me, let alone what’s already mine!” he said viciously. After a moment of silence, he said again, “Lin Hong, that widower got you satisfied, didn’t he?” “That’s none of your business!” I said angrily, then I asked softly, “Yuan Zhen, can’t you compromise?” “Sure, leave him!” he said readily. I was speechless for a moment, then said, "Yuan Zhen, is there any possibility for us?" "To tell you the truth," he said, "my women, let alone falling in love with other men, even if they just slept with someone else, I wouldn't touch them again. But you are an exception."
I shook my head. I couldn't hold back anymore. He walked over to the dining table, put his arm around my shoulder, and said, "Lin Hong, give up Gao Tian. I'll give you everything I can. You don't think Gao Tian will marry you, do you? If you dare to divorce him, I dare to marry you! Lin Hong, don't leave me. No woman has ever made me want to die like this. You know how I've been these past few days. I've almost gone mad, I've really gone insane. What I've done is truly insane!" "As he spoke, his lips flew across my face in a flurry of kisses. His weak, slightly fearful moans terrified me; the unstable sounds emanating from his throat writhed and twisted like snakes. At that moment, I almost surrendered, raising my hands to him, letting his lips kiss me as his hands groped my body. His body trembled and swayed against me, violently thrusting into me. I struggled to break free, but I was bound and enslaved by his violently moving body. I resisted, striving to escape his control. I saw his dark eyes flashing with fire, and an instinctive fear made me tremble uncontrollably.
Gao Tian had mysteriously disappeared. When I stormed out of Yuan Zhen's sight, before I even left the lobby of the Regent Hotel, I dialed his number, but it was switched off. I dialed another number, also switched off. This was unprecedented for him; I vaguely sensed something had changed. I sat down on the sofa in the lobby and called his home and office, but no one answered. I turned my back..." It felt as if a block of ice was bound above, sending chills down my spine. I strode out of the lobby, rushing to Gao Tian's house. He had given me a key to his home, and I hoped to find a note or note he had left there. The wheels chugged across the bustling city streets, while inside the car, a stillness seemed to expand. This silence, like a resilient net, pressed me down. Even the occasional noise from the outside world seemed unable to break free of this net; a knot formed in my heart.
I opened his door... I opened the door and immediately found the inside completely untouched, without a trace of him having been home. Gao Tian always left his shoes lying around, but the shoe cabinet by the door was closed, and there wasn't a single shoe on the floor. I stood there stunned for a moment, then went into the inner room, took off my coat, and, as if worried I might throw it at something fragile, pressed it onto the mattress with both hands. His bedroom was clean and tidy, as if I had tidied it up when I left. The sheets were folded neatly, the pillows were arranged in an orderly fashion, and even his pajamas were put away in the closet. A feeling of wanting to cry surged through me, searching for tears, but none came. I hugged my shoulders, staring at a point in the air, my vision blurring after a while.
I knew Yuan Zhen was ruthless, but in the current situation, he wouldn't necessarily go to war with Gao Tian. Besides, Gao Tian was a former criminal investigator; even if Yuan Zhen hired an overseas assassin, it wouldn't be easy for him to subdue him. The more likely scenario was that Gao Tian had been isolated by his superiors. Someone who had been in this position for so many years... Even a small matter was enough to accuse him of breaking the law. Over the years, he'd done countless favors for me, and he must have taken food, drink, and gifts from others—he must have asked for them too. The key is the attitude of those above him, coupled with someone stirring up trouble and fueling the flames; then he can't help but be held accountable. No one knows how long this went on, but I finally removed my hands from his shoulders.
I barely slept that night, and when I woke up, my eyeballs felt like they were bulging out of their sockets. I kept squeezing my eyes shut, but there was still a faint light in front of me. Tiny black sesame seeds-like things flew around. Just as I couldn't shake off these tiny black things, a strange feeling followed me: Gao Tian was currently giving instructions under a bright spotlight, sweating profusely and parched. When I couldn't sleep at night, I would stare at a spot in the darkness. At first, it seemed like there was nothing there, but as I stared, I felt like there was something there. But I couldn't see what it was. I tried to refute myself, finding all sorts of reasons to prove that my feeling was unfounded, illogical, and unreasonable.
In the morning, I rushed out. I cornered Haiyang at his house. When I appeared bewildered, Haiyang seemed confident. He opened the door in his morning robe, let me in, and gestured for me to make myself at home before returning to the bathroom. Xiaoya came out from another room, yawning, and upon seeing me, panicked and ran back into her room. Haiyang came out wearing glasses, his face shiny with oil. He asked sternly, "Lin Hong, what happened? Did you and Gao Tian disappear?" “Haiyang, Gao Tian is missing!” I told him. He frowned. “A grown man, gone?” “I haven’t been able to get through to him since dinner last night. He’s not at home, not at the station.” I said anxiously. “Did they invite him over for tea?” “Over there?” Haiyang was confused.
“They invited him, Haiyang should know.” Xiaoya came out after getting ready. She must have overheard our conversation. Her face was made up, making her look radiant. Her full, high breasts were pressed against her tight black dress, and her plump, rounded buttocks were accentuated by the dress, creating a beautiful and sexy curve. She approached me and sat down next to me. “Lin Hong, don’t worry. Think about where Gao Tian could have gone.” “Lin Hong, don’t worry. Gao Tian isn’t the kind of person without principles. He’s avoiding everyone, so he must have his reasons. Even you don’t know where he is, let alone the others. Don’t look around aimlessly. That will only make things worse for him. Listen to me, he’ll show up when he’s supposed to.” "After he finished speaking, he stood up, put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'You eat breakfast here, I'm going to work.
' 'Lin Hong, what do you want to eat? I'll make it,' Xiao Ya said warmly. I slumped on the sofa, actually I didn't want to eat anything. 'Lin Hong, wait a moment, I'll cook some millet porridge,' Xiao Ya said as she went into the kitchen. I looked around their living room, the most ordinary kind. A large sofa, a solid wood antique shelf separating the dining room, with some empty wine bottles on it. But the calligraphy facing the door was obviously the work of a famous person, and it was framed very grandly. I stopped in front of the painting, and the signature was that of a high-ranking official in the province. This is the beauty of theirs, outwardly unassuming, frugal and honest. The living room is a place for welcoming and seeing off guests, so it's natural not to be conspicuous when there are many people talking, but the extravagance behind the scenes is enough to make people speechless. 'It's only been a few days, and Gao Tian has already made you lose your mind,' Xiao Ya said with great jealousy. I could understand that she also had feelings for Gao Tian." She swayed her hips seductively and stood behind me, whispering in my ear, "Poor thing, my beauty, you look so haggard and pale." Her hand rested on my shoulder, then her fingers slid down to my bare arm, moving to my back. She lightly traced my straight spine and slightly protruding vertebrae with her fingertips, then across my slender waist, placing her hand on my round, upturned buttocks.
"Xiaoya, I really feel so tired," I said, scratching my hair, sounding restless. "You're too passionate, completely immersed in Gao Tian. That's not good, Lin Hong. One day, you'll feel unable to pull yourself out, and that will be terrible." Xiaoya's words were warm and touching, moving me deeply. My limp body seemed to lean against her, seeking solace in my exhaustion. Her hands encircled my waist again: "What are men anyway? They're all self-righteous beasts in human clothing. Take off your clothes, and you're all the same." There was a deliberate hint of provocation in her words. I felt her cold fingers pressed against my lower abdomen, I felt her burning gaze, and I was already aroused. My breathing suddenly became erratic and rapid, my cheeks burned, my throat felt hot, and my engorged nipples hardened, pressing tightly against my clothes.
I pulled away from her hand slightly, smiling faintly, unaware that I had already fallen into the desire to be touched. I hurriedly left her and went to her kitchen. A pot of millet porridge was bubbling happily. I picked up a spoon and stirred it. "Lin Hong, no matter what you say, no matter how much you drank last night, no matter how much delicacies you ate, you absolutely must have this pot of porridge this morning. It's really good for women." Xiao Ya leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed. "Okay, you'll make it for me." I joked. She said, "I'd be happy to, as long as you like it." Her eyes were fixed on me with a suggestive look, and my thoughts became even more chaotic. Was this woman intentionally or unintentionally teasing me, provoking me? I burned myself when I picked up the pot. I cried out in pain and forced the pot back down.
She stepped forward and grabbed my hand: "It's hot, isn't it? It hurts." To my surprise, she took my slender, white finger and put it in her mouth. The sensation of her licking my finger seemed to awaken a desire within me. I was a little breathless, feeling Xiaoya biting my finger with her teeth; it was slightly stinging, but incredibly pleasurable. Then she extended her delicate, pink tongue and skillfully licked my finger. We both trembled involuntarily. I felt a warm breath spreading from between my thighs throughout my body, and I unconsciously twisted my waist, slightly opening my legs. She seemed to sense my reaction, her lips taking my slender, slender finger into her mouth, gently sucking on it, then swallowing it whole, wrapping it around her tongue, again and again, licking and sucking. It was like flirting, like making love; she sucked with her warm, slippery tongue, her movements varied, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Sometimes, she lightly licked my nail with the tip of her tongue. Xiaoya herself was also nearing her limit, letting me tease her with the hard, pointed object in her mouth. Her twisted, limp body was driving her wild with desire. She held it tightly, intending to prolong the pleasure.
A warm current surged through me, making me increasingly restless. I was even surprised that Xiaoya had become so excited just from sucking on my finger. My nipples hardened, yearning for her to lick and caress them, and the area between my thighs was also sensitively expectant. Xiaoya moaned comfortably, arching her hips slightly, her eyes still closed. She was completely controlled by lust. I saw a blush creep up her cheeks, and I knew that Xiaoya was burning with desire, unable to extricate herself. A sudden ringing of the telephone woke the two women immersed in lust, pulling me out of my abyss. We looked at each other. My eyes were filled with panic, while hers held a hint of resentment and helplessness.
Xiaoya's steps were unsteady as she went out to answer the phone, her high heels making a disorderly, irregular sound. She spoke into the phone, somewhat annoyed, "Why are you calling so early in the morning?" Then, there was a brief whisper. I found a bowl and chopsticks, filled it with rice porridge, and began to eat with relish at the table. Xiaoya came over after finishing her call and said, "It was Zhongping calling. Gao Tian is at the provincial government." "What do you mean?" I stopped chewing. She said, "Haiyang called Zhongping from work, and Zhongping found Gao Tian." "This is bad!" Xiaoya emphasized. I was completely confused, not knowing what they were up to. "What's bad?" I asked urgently. Seeing Xiaoya's immediate embarrassment, I knew I had touched upon their secrets, so I changed the subject: "Zhongping is very capable. How did he find out?" "Zhongping has powerful connections in the province. He has a sister who married into the family of a high-ranking official in the province." "I see." I suddenly understood.
Actually, I knew very little about these four people, including Xiaoya. I had no idea how many complex relationships were hidden between them. On the surface, they seem like a solid and unbreakable group, deeply loyal and supportive of each other, if I hadn't intervened. But now Gao Tian and Yuan Zhen are like oil and water, and who knows what unexpected things will happen next. While clearing the table with Xiao Ya, she said, "Yuan Zhen built three villas: one on the summit of Zilian Mountain, one by Cuihu Lake, and one on the reef. The first one, the one on Zilian, was given to Zhongping. Haiyang refused to take the one by Cuihu Lake, so Yuan Zhen lived there himself. The one on the reef was originally for Gao Tian, but because of your appearance, it changed hands. This shows how much Zhongping means to Yuan Zhen." She licked her lips and added, "Yuan Zhen is arrogant and never cares about others, but he's completely obedient to Zhongping. Lin Hong, among these people, don't be fooled by Haiyang's high position and Gao Tian's shrewdness; in the end, it's Zhongping who is the most cunning and authoritative.
Actually, Zhongping is nothing special. You're the least clear-headed one among this group." I smiled and flattered her, but she patted me on the shoulder, saying, "I lose my senses around you; I shouldn't have said these things to you in the first place." I playfully wrapped my arms around her neck, "If you don't help me, who will? It seems those men can't be trusted." She seemed very happy, my long, flowing hair cascading over her arm, which she reached out to touch. She said thoughtfully, "I'd abandon my family and even give my life to help you." "At the same time, her hand encircled my waist, rhythmically squeezing and rubbing with her thumb, her movements skillful, practiced, and highly provocative.
In this city, the most magnificent office building must be the television station. A triangular building stands amidst the lake and mountains, nestled against the hillside. It is said that the new building and all the advanced equipment were raised by Zhong Pingren from the provincial government single-handedly. Around noon, I parked my car at the imposing entrance of the television station. I got out and leaned against the car door, fiddling with my large-framed sunglasses, somewhat like I was vying for attention with the handsome men and beautiful women coming in and out. The armed policeman on guard ran over, saluted, and asked who I was looking for. I said casually, 'Bring me Fang Zhongping.' The young man didn't dare to delay and quickly went into the guard post to make a phone call. He came out a moment later and said, 'Please wait a moment.'" I stood there straight.
After a while, Li Yan came out. From a distance, she was even more captivating, tall and slender, her high breasts accentuated by the tight, light dress. Her eyes, with faint dark circles, were alluring, thick black eyelashes covering her eyelids, and her sharp, dark eyebrows made her look incredibly sexy. She took my hand and said, "Our boss sent me to pick you up." "I completed the formalities at the security guard's. Li Yan led me and the car inside, and then she took me to Zhongping's office and left. Once inside, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto the comfortable, soft sofa. Zhongping was washing his hands in the bathroom, and he leaned out to greet me. He looked as tidy as his office. His well-tailored navy blue and white striped suit perfectly complemented his slender, tall figure. His dark eyes shone on his dark skin. His hair was always neatly styled, and as he washed his hands, some water splashed onto his classic black platform shoes. He opened the door under the sink, took out a shoe cleaning bag, and lightly wiped his shoes.
He poured me a cup of tea and said gently, 'What's wrong? Can't sit still?' I didn't answer, and he continued, 'Even if you didn't come to me, I would have come to you.' 'Can you contact Gao Tian?' I asked. He shook his head: 'Lin Hong, Gao Tian has caused trouble. This is bound to be a big scandal.'" "As if that wasn't enough of an understatement," he added, "Just you wait and see. In a few days, this city will be shrouded in darkness and bloodshed." His voice was very pleasant, a deep, resonant baritone, clear and articulate, with a powerful, penetrating quality—a voice so sweet it could tempt even saints to sin, or guide sinners to become morally upright individuals. Zhongping was exaggerating, wasn't he? No matter how capable Gao Tian was, he was just a deputy director of the Public Security Bureau. There were plenty of people in this city who could wield considerable influence; it wasn't his place.
"Chaos! Chaos! Utter chaos!" He pounded his right palm with his left hand, pacing back and forth in the office. My face, however, remained innocently blank, like someone standing on the riverbank watching a capsized boat. My disdainful expression caught his attention; he stopped and stared directly at me. I particularly disliked men standing ramrod straight, staring at me lustfully, like hungry wolves facing a pile of delicious, juicy meat. But I also longed for a man's appreciation, which could satisfy my desires, even if it was overly contrived and affected. He gave a wry smile: "Lin Hong, what can I say about you? You're truly naive and unaware of the darkness and intrigue of officialdom. I'm not exaggerating."
He leaned closer and said earnestly, "Just a few years ago, Gao Tian presided over the formulation of a plan to arrest people involved in organized crime in our city. The biggest culprit was Yuan Zhen. The plan was detailed and thorough, with ample evidence. Any one of the charges in it would have been enough to kill Yuan Zhen several times over. But Yuan Zhen has extraordinary abilities and managed to cover it up." He put his hand on my shoulder and asked, "Do you understand what I'm saying?" I moved slightly and nodded. He continued, "At that time, the plan had already been sent to the provincial department, which means that Yuan Zhen covered it up. I'm sure Gao Tian is going to uncover that cover this time.
" "Then what should we do?" I asked anxiously. To be honest, in my understanding, their struggle was just a man's jealousy, and I never thought the consequences would be so serious, almost leading to their deaths. Zhongping slumped onto the sofa and whispered softly, "If it's going to rain, it'll rain; if a mother wants to remarry, she'll remarry. Let it be." Then, he stood up and said, "Lin Hong, go back, as usual." "But be careful, don't contact anyone during this time. Remember, don't go with Gao Tian if he wants to see you." Seeing his serious expression, I agreed. Then, he called his driver and hurriedly left.
Back at the office, I spent the entire afternoon in a daze, even writing Gao Tian's name when signing documents. Looking out the window, the sun beat down fiercely on the earth, the trees withered and drooping in one direction. I thought of the roses by the window; they hadn't been watered for two days, maybe three. These past few days, my thoughts had been entirely on Gao Tian, on how to get rid of Yuan Zhen, that venomous snake. I left my office and looked around casually. Everywhere I looked, there were subordinates working, methodically busy with their tasks. The sales hall was a cacophony of noise. They all stared at me with unwavering reverence, while I surveyed them like a female general. Then... I glanced at my watch; it was almost time to leave work. Thinking there was nowhere that would interest me, I decided to drive home.
As I stepped out of the car, I glanced at my window. It was dark and gloomy; I knew I'd be alone again. I took out my keys and opened the door. The living room was filled with smoke, a few spotlights casting a dim glow on Mingguang, who was sprawled on the sofa watching TV. The curtains were drawn, and the air conditioning kept the temperature at 25 degrees Celsius. A DVD was playing on the TV—a foreign erotic film. My eyes were glued to the screen, completely mesmerized by the obscene and lewd scenes of sexual intercourse, the men and women's postures obscene and wanton. I went over and pulled back the curtains, saying irritably, "You watch this all day long." "Then what do you want me to do?" "He yelled back at me, but I ignored him and went into the bedroom. I slowly unbuttoned my silk shirt, revealing a pair of cream-colored bras. I noticed he followed me in, and then his eyes burned as he glared at me.
'What are you doing?' I asked him. He ignored me and walked over, pulling off my bra, revealing a pair of firm breasts that looked like small mountains. 'What do you think I'm going to do? You're my wife, how many days has it been since you've made love to me? Tell me, what do you think I'm going to do!'" "He said harshly, and I immediately saw his engorged penis in his loose shorts. My whole body tensed, and I involuntarily squeezed my legs together. His hand groped behind my skirt and unzipped it, revealing my lace-trimmed panties. I twisted my body, but his hand resolutely pulled off my underwear. His eyes burned with lust, making it impossible to look directly at him.
At this moment, I was exposed, my naked body exposed. Beneath my bushy pubic hair, a faint shadow accentuated the mystery of my fullness. My shapely calves, arms, full and firm abdomen with an ivory sheen, and my honey-colored buttocks, along with my slender and supple waist, were undoubtedly a temptation to him. He teased my vulva with interest, while I watched him expressionlessly. His bare upper body muscles..." He had fair skin, a muscular physique, and well-proportioned limbs. He might be a good sexual partner in other women's eyes, but I felt absolutely no sexual interest in him.
He pulled me onto the bed and began to caress me. He started with my breasts; my nipples hardened under his rough kneading. My breasts were elastic, soft yet firm, easily changing shape in his strong hands. He stuck out his tongue, greedily kissing my nose, eyes, and neck. Disgust filled my eyes, and I turned my face away. His caresses grew stronger, faster, and more intense. My breasts writhed like a small lion's, and his mouth bit my skin, emitting a groan almost like a beast. He forcefully thrust between my legs, trying to spread them apart, but I held them tightly. "Other men can touch this place, so why can't I!" "He said viciously, and slapped my buttocks hard with his palm, leaving five red marks on my snow-white skin.
My tightly closed lips seemed to only stimulate him further with his violent and cold reaction. He entered me roughly as if venting his anger, and a stinging pain made me groan. He seemed to be violently pounding into me with anger, his penis hardening and growing thicker and thicker, punishing me for my indifferent rejection of his flirting, his desires, and fantasies! With his frantic thrusting, I gradually felt my lower body become warm and wet. His rhythm became faster and faster, and his thrusts became heavier and heavier. I buried my face in the sheets, suppressing the uncontrollable groans of excitement. With his movements, the bed creaked and shook. My breathing became rapid, and the suppressed groans became more unrestrained, soon followed by a tingling pleasure." He stood at the edge of the bed, his hands supporting my legs as he thrust powerfully and steadily. His penis showed no signs of weakness, and he was unusually talkative, spewing lewd remarks at me, which accelerated his blood circulation and made him even
more excited. I felt extremely ashamed. As the pleasure gradually increased, the tantalizing sensation was like piled-up tinder, about to ignite. I tried hard to control myself; my face was flushed with shame, and I desperately tried to hide my arousal. But the moment I tried to control myself, his penis mercilessly extinguished it. His glans slid over the sensitive area at the tip of my vulva, pressing against my exposed clitoris, and the pleasure quickly spread to the nerve endings throughout my body.
The extreme pleasure from these two stimuli was overwhelming for me, and I involuntarily lifted my body to meet his thrusts. Unable to contain my excitement, my whole body convulsed. While trying to hide my growing desire, I retorted sarcastically, which played right into his hands; he loved that. When he called me the worst bitch, the slut, I suddenly felt like I was exactly as he described. I deliberately acted like a whore, writhing beneath him, letting out piercing screams and painful moans. I felt incredibly happy; my body was tense, the throbbing in my abdomen foreshadowing my extreme satisfaction. I awaited his final ejaculation to bring me to my climax.
The orgasm came unexpectedly, seemingly the most intense I'd ever experienced with Mingguang. I shamelessly screamed, uttering incomprehensible babbling, my body writhing and rolling, my vagina still tightly glued to his penis. At that moment, Mingguang also reached his own orgasm, as my vaginal muscles convulsed... He squeezed out the semen he had been holding back for so long. After the climax, Mingguang collapsed beside me, while I slid to the edge of the bed, looking at my wet, red labia, burying my face in the pillow and sobbing for my shame.
I didn't say a word to him until dinner was served, and he, having been extremely satisfied with his lust, undoubtedly looked amiable and approachable. He not only tied on an apron and prepared a table full of delicious dishes for me, but also opened a bottle of red wine with great flair. When I came out of the bathroom, he attentively moved a chair for me. I was wearing a cotton bathrobe, and his eyes were fixed on my almost exposed chest, his ugly face filled with lust. I casually let the bathrobe slip off one shoulder, and he sat down opposite me, raising his wine glass to me. "Oh, the food is good. Are you usually this extravagant?" "I asked deliberately, and he got flustered: "No, I'm all alone most of the time, so I just throw something together." "Don't deprive yourself, Mingguang, you have everything you need at home, the money is in the drawer under the TV cabinet. You can take as much as you want, but there's one condition: you can't go out and find women." I couldn't help but feel a pang of suspicion; ever since Yuan Zhen kicked him out, he had been feeling resentful.
"As long as you're alright. Lin Hong, I really want to help you in some way, like offering advice or driving you around." He spoke sincerely, and I quickly waved my hand, saying no: "Don't worry about my business. What have you heard?" "Nothing, I haven't been anywhere, what could I hear?" He said, but there was a glint of green in his eyes. Of course, I couldn't hide it from him. For a long time, whenever he lied, an unnatural beam of light would appear in his eyes. I've used this trick on him countless times. It seemed that this dinner was the most peaceful and natural meal I'd had recently. Although I felt dissatisfied with the blandness with Mingguang, it was far from the deceit, the pretentious affectation. I casually lifted my legs, completely ignoring the fact that I was naked inside, letting my flesh reveal itself. Home was like an infant's attachment to its mother's womb.

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