Night Chase

Title: Chasing in the Night

Typing: chaogo

Author: Hick

Publisher: Wendi

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I.

Ali quickly pulled open his girlfriend Xiaowei's shirt. With a hiss, the buttons on Xiaowei's shirt popped off with the force of Ali's arm.

"Ali, don't do this..." Xiaowei's voice was choked with sobs.

"Give it to me! Xiaowei, you know I love you." Ali's voice was filled with resentment. He didn't hear Xiaowei's words at all.

In an instant, Ali had torn Xiaowei's shirt to shreds.

After the shreds scattered, the beautiful curves of Xiaowei's purple bra were revealed. Ali swallowed hard, momentarily at a loss for words.

This wasn't Ali's fault! Because usually, those breasts were always covered by Xiaowei's t-shirts or shirts. Ali could only imagine what they looked like under the t-shirt, although he really wanted to find an opportunity to pull open Xiaowei's clothes

all at once and see them properly!

Especially when Xiaowei was wearing a tight-fitting top, these fantasies were at their strongest. The mere sight of her breasts outlined by the clothes was enough to drive Ali wild, let alone now that those round breasts from his dreams were actually before his eyes. His long-held dream had come true; no wonder Ali couldn't distinguish between dream and reality for a moment.

Seeing Ali's distraction, Xiaowei immediately pushed him away. She retreated to the doorway, covering her chest with her hands.

"You don't love me at all!" Xiaowei's accusation was directed at Ali: "You're just after your lust."

Hearing this, Ali finally snapped out of his daze. He tossed aside the pieces of Xiaowei's shirt in his hand and then reached for her bra.

Xiaowei, of course, resisted desperately, constantly pushing away Ali's predatory hands, but Ali didn't give up. As he explored Xiaowei's breasts, his fingers did indeed touch her soft, elastic mounds. Although it was just a small pleasure, it was enough for Ali's lust to burn away any remaining morality.

After a struggle, Ali finally managed to remove Xiao Wei's bra.

Wow! Ali was completely stunned! This was the first time he had ever seen a woman's breasts so realistically. His masturbation experiences through pictures and videos couldn't compare to the shock he felt now.

Xiao Wei's breasts were simply too beautiful. Although they weren't the voluptuous size of those in adult films or lewd photo albums, they were still much more delicate. Those two lovely mounds of flesh were so high and alluring! Especially the slightly pink areolas at the center of her breasts, which looked small and charming, making one eager to suckle them.

"You're so beautiful! Xiao Wei, you're really beautiful!" Ali exclaimed. At the same time, his penis also expressed his praise with an incredibly high and swollen erection.

"You're shameless, you have no shame!" Xiao Wei shouted, her face flushed, looking furious. She wished she could slap Ali hard to bring him to his senses.

Ali smiled maliciously. He walked towards Xiaowei.

"Don't come any closer!" Xiaowei screamed. Seeing her body so completely exposed to someone else, Xiaowei was overwhelmed with shame.

Ali, of course, ignored Xiaowei's words. He pounced on Xiaowei like a wolf, and the two instantly became entangled.

"Ah..." they both cried out simultaneously. The difference was that Xiaowei's scream was tinged with sobs, while Ali's sound was pure ecstasy.

His hands were covered in the smooth touch of Xiaowei's skin, and his penis instantly became even more erect. Ali hugged Xiaowei tightly, eager to let every inch of his skin experience this sensation.

"Let me go!" Xiaowei pushed Ali away, "Don't do this."

Ali's eyes were already red; all he knew now was to bring his mouth close to Xiaowei's. His lips formed an "O" shape, constantly roaming over Xiaowei's body. His protruding tongue resembled a snake searching for prey, licking Xiaowei's body with carnal excitement.

Of course, Ali wouldn't let his hands be idle. He forcefully straightened Xiaowei's arms, which were arched in front of her chest, so that his other hand could freely roam over her breasts.

He pressed Xiaowei's soft breasts, kneading them with abandon, as if playing with a newly made plush doll. Ali felt so happy! The soft feeling in his hands made him feel like he was in heaven. He never thought this was a woman's breast, never thought holding it would feel like this.

Ali suddenly thought of a breast enhancement advertisement. The headline of that advertisement read: "Be a woman that a man cannot grasp with one hand!" Below the headline was a scantily clad woman with huge breasts. Looking at those breasts that were so large they seemed to burst out of her clothes, Ali couldn't help but want to go to the toilet to relieve himself. The pleasure he could only imagine before was now about to be realized in his hands. Ali felt like he was in a dream.

Ali reached for the grape-like nipple embroidered on Xiao Wei's tender breast and squeezed it tightly. Xiao Wei, like a martial arts master whose vital point had been struck, instantly went limp. "Mmm..." Xiao Wei's voice betrayed her current emotions, and Ali seized the opportunity to swallow Xiao Wei's areola whole.

"Ah..." Xiao Wei tried to push Ali away, but the push only caused more pain! Because Ali was holding her too tightly.

Ali sucked on Xiao Wei's breast, licking and biting, as if he wanted to swallow those tender breasts whole. Under Ali's onslaught, Xiao Wei's resistance seemed insignificant and useless. Although she kept hitting Ali, she couldn't stop his unrestrained tongue.

Xiao Wei's beautiful breasts had already been breached! Ali then reached for Xiao Wei's mysterious triangle palace, unzipping Xiao Wei's jeans.

Xiaowei hurriedly blocked Ali's hand, struggling to push it away, but Ali was already consumed by lust. He growled and forcefully ripped off the metal buttons on Xiaowei's pants, revealing her underwear.

It was a pair of matching purple panties, the slightly transparent silk and lace trim making Xiaowei's fair skin even more alluring. The areas not covered by purple were her thighs, which took Ali's breath away. And where her thighs met, there was Xiaowei's triangle. That voluptuous area! Ali cheered inwardly; he could already see that damp pubic hair. Xiaowei blushed and struggled

to pull up her pants, but how could a weak woman's strength compare to a beast in heat? Ali easily pulled Xiaowei's pants down to her ankles, and Xiaowei's long, fair legs were fully displayed before him.

Ali had always thought Xiaowei's legs were beautiful, especially when she wore tight jeans. They were undeniably long and straight, enough to make any man's eyes light up. And when Xiaowei wore short skirts or A-line skirts, her fair skin, perfectly proportioned calves, and voluptuous thighs always made Ali's penis throb with desire. If she wore stockings, she would be even more alluring, driving every man wild! Just thinking about it made Ali's heart race.

Ali felt his penis was about to burst, pressing against his pants, a painful, throbbing urge making him uncomfortable. So he immediately ripped Xiaowei's underwear to shreds. And just like that, Xiaowei's last line of defense crumbled. Her

private parts exposed, Xiaowei turned her face away. Shame and pain were clearly visible on her face, and large tears fell like broken pearls onto the floor.

"Don't do this..." Xiaowei's voice was filled with sorrow. "If you really love me. You weren't like this before, I beg you! Ali, don't do this to me. I'll give you what you need, but not like this!"

Xiaowei had hoped to move Ali with her emotions, but Ali was completely consumed by desire, like a warrior blinded by rage. To Ali, he couldn't see Xiaowei's tears; he only saw her naked body. He couldn't hear Xiaowei's pleas; he only heard the demands of his own body.

Ali pounced on Xiaowei and, as she lay on the floor, ripped off the jeans hanging from her ankles. Now, Xiaowei was truly naked before Ali.

Seeing her lover ignore her tears, Xiaowei's heart turned cold. From then on, she made no further moves to resist. Because she knew that the Ali with bloodshot eyes was no longer the Ali she knew; now, before her was nothing more than a beast in heat.

Ali quickly stripped off his own clothes. When he exposed his penis, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, because his little brother was almost unable to bear the pressure. He pressed against Xiaowei's body, and when he leaned in, Ali shivered, because the soft, smooth touch instantly filled his pores. Then he began to play with Xiaowei's breasts, impatiently rubbing and kneading them like a child playing with a new toy. Then he swept his tongue across the pair of mounds, sucking and nibbling with abandon. Although Xiaowei was disheartened, she also felt the power of Ali's tongue. Her breathing became heavy, and her body began to writhe involuntarily.

Ali reached for Xiaowei's pubic area, the area he had longed to enter. As soon as his hand touched it, he felt trapped by a tuft of hair, but he loved this feeling. Between his fingers were Xiaowei's long, curly pubic hair, and Ali could feel the wetness between Xiaowei's thighs. So he moved his fingers downwards, and the sensation gradually became warm and moist. Finally, his fingers sank into a spot that Ali knew was the final resting place for his little brother.

"Xiao Wei, I'm going to do it!" Ali lifted Xiao Wei's thighs. He couldn't wait any longer! Foreplay and caresses were no longer important to him. His penis was now almost like a red-hot iron rod, and it would melt if he didn't deal with it soon.

Xiao Wei didn't say anything, of course, but a voice was pounding in her heart, as if saying, "Hurry up and do it! I can't wait..." Xiao Wei preferred to believe it was her imagination. But what was that feeling of pleasure when Ali's fingers penetrated her forbidden zone? Wasn't that pleasure from the bottom of her heart a violation of the rules she adhered to? What was wrong with me? Xiao Wei kept asking herself.

But she didn't have much time to think, because she suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if something had been forced into her vagina.

Without a doubt, it was Ali's penis! At this moment, Ali was reveling in Xiao Wei's tight cave. He slowly began to thrust, coordinating with his breathing, slamming into the bottom of Xiao Wei's hole again and again.

"Your body is so amazing!" Ali groaned, "It feels so good to be squeezed like this!"

"Mmm..." Xiao Wei kept her lips tightly closed, an unimaginable pain coming from her lower body, but she endured it. Her body had already been violated, and she did not want her mind to be violated by Ali as well.

"Wow, you're bleeding." Ali's tone was very excited, "I'm so lucky to be able to have sex with a virgin! Xiao Wei, you're so good to me."

Looking at the blood seeping from her lower body, Xiao Wei suddenly felt like crying. She never thought that her virginity, which she had always protected, would be violated like this, but her body involuntarily responded to Ali's movements.

"I know what you want..." Ali intensified his writhing movements, large beads of sweat slowly sliding down his forehead. "I know what you... want, it's just... you won't admit it. Let me satisfy you

..." Ali finished speaking and let out a heavy sigh.

Xiao Wei didn't respond, partly out of disdain for Ali's words, and partly because Ali's overwhelming onslaught left her speechless. She was starting to wonder if she hated Ali, who was pressing down on her, or loved the intoxicating pleasure.

Xiao Wei's body and mind were at war. Physically, she was reacting to sexual pleasure, but mentally, she was filled with shame and disgust for the impure act. The two were like distorted images flashing through her mind. Xiao Wei couldn't distinguish which feeling was believable, but one thing she was clear about was that she was already a loser, both physically and mentally.

"Ah..." Ali was much simpler in this regard. He was now only focused on Xiao Wei's body, focused on finding more stimulation on her.

"So good...so good..." Ali murmured in his sleep, "You must be enjoying it too...right, Xiaowei?" After saying this, Ali couldn't help but grope Xiaowei's body. Ali's hands stopped on Xiaowei's breasts, his large palms tightly gripping the two mounds, and tightening his grip with each thrust.

"Ah..." Xiaowei finally couldn't take it anymore and let out a sound through her teeth.

"I knew you would like it..." Ali liked Xiaowei's moans. He intensified his hip movements.

"Ah...um..." Xiaowei cried out and then immediately held back, but she could feel something inside her body about to collapse.

"Xiaowei..." Ali rolled his eyes, his whole body trembling, the veins on his forehead and his twisted expression looking extremely terrifying.

"I'm going to cum..." Ali screamed frantically, "Ah...ah...I'm going to...cum..."

Then there was silence...

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"I never thought you were writing this kind of stuff." A cold voice came from behind, pulling me back from the novel's plot.

I turned around and saw Xiao Xin! I was so startled I almost fell off my seat.

Xiao Xin didn't say another word; she turned and walked away. I quickly got up and grabbed her.

"Xiao Xin, don't be like this." Looking at her ashen face, all I could say for a moment was this.

"Let go of me." Xiao Xin forcefully shook off my hand; she seemed genuinely angry.

"Don't be so quick to anger!" I really didn't know what to say. "The truth is different from what you think."

"You have the nerve to tell me the truth?" Xiao Xin's eyes widened. "The truth is you're writing pornographic novels! The truth is you have no shame at all! The truth is you've betrayed your original dreams! I don't want to be with someone who betrayed me."

Xiao Xin's words shot at me like a barrage of bullets. For a moment, I didn't know how to defend myself and could only stand beside her like an idiot.

"Speechless now!" Xiao Xin's tone was cold. Oh no, this was her most angry tone.

"Don't put so many accusations on me!" My brain was about to explode before I could think of that.

"You mean I'm fabricating charges against you!" Xiao Xin clearly disagreed with what I had just said.

"Oh." I turned my head helplessly. "Don't make things so serious! Right? It's just a novel." I started to whine. This trick used to work sometimes when we argued.

"What do you mean 'just a novel'? What you're writing is pornography! Do you know how harmful this kind of book is to the public?"

Xiao Xin's sense of morality and justice surged forth like a flood, and sometimes I was genuinely afraid of her.

"Please!" I said helplessly, "Not all writings depicting lust are called pornographic novels, okay?" I tried to steer the conversation towards my professional expertise.

"Then what do you call this kind of thing?" Xiao Xin's tone was so sour it made me frown.

"Erotic literature!" I said matter-of-factly.

"You dare mention literature to me!" Xiao Xin's voice rose, "You dare to associate these immoral things with literature."

"Don't lump everything in the 'literature' category! You can't do this!" I said, getting angry. What the hell! Always trying to pressure me with morality and responsibility? I might as well write textbooks then.

"Shouldn't writers bear some responsibility for society? This society is already chaotic enough, don't you know that?" Xiao Xin said righteously.

I'm most afraid of these people, especially Xiao Xin. I think if we keep talking, she might bring up the Bible to pressure me, and then she'll try to drag me to church again.

"Okay! Okay! I won't write anymore, okay?" I surrendered. The best way to deal with a woman is to surrender first; as the saying goes, to win a battle, you must first surrender!

After hearing my words, Xiao Xin's expression changed noticeably; it seemed she went from anger to joy.

"Really!" Xiao Xin's voice finally returned to its original cute tone. Hearing her say that, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sigh! Writing some boring, gossipy romance can be considered literary work by Xiao Xin; discussing lust is considered utterly heinous. It seems that writers in Taiwan are becoming more and more hypocritical.

Damn it! Everyone's just being silly, so why are there rules about what kind of silly things to write?

"Are you angry?" Xiao Xin probably sensed my mood.

"No!" Of course, I couldn't tell her my current thoughts, or I'd be in for another round.

"Then why do you look unhappy?" Xiao Xin asked. She seemed very dissatisfied with my answer.

"Nothing. Don't overthink it." I hugged her tightly. "I'm not angry, really."

"Ugh! Who told you to come so close?" Xiao Xin tried to push me away. But her strength was nothing to me; I only hugged her tighter.

"Actually, you like it when I do this, right?" I felt a surge of desire coursing through my body, ever since I sat down to write my novel.

Honestly, writing these erotic scenes made me feel a little itchy. Now, holding Xiao Xin tightly, smelling her fragrance, it was driving my nerves wild.

"Yeah, right!" Xiao Xin's voice was so cute; I couldn't resist kissing her.

This was the first time (or rather, every time) kissing Xiao Xin felt so pleasurable. My tongue, my teeth, even my mouth, all merged into Xiao Xin's warm, smooth mouth in that instant.

My arms were tightly wrapped around Xiaoxin, my palms filled with her soft, fragrant touch. I noticed my breathing quicken, a warm breath swirling around me.

I held her even tighter, wanting every inch of my skin to feel her sweet scent and exquisite touch. I could hear my cells screaming, eager to merge with her skin.

I had an urgent desire to strip away Xiaoxin's heavy outer layer; only then could I satisfy the expectations of all my cellular brethren. I could imagine the trembling and joy I would feel when Xiaoxin's smooth skin was revealed before me.

I felt my scalp tingling, and fine beads of sweat seeped from my arms, transforming into a dazzling mist of desire.

In my hazy state, I seemed to see a faint, enigmatic smile on Xiaoxin's face, as if encouraging me to do something.

So I decided to leave Xiaoxin's tongue and explore her alluring neck.

Xiao Xin's body trembled slightly, and she let out a soft sigh.

Ah, what a soft and smooth neck! Now I understand why vampires always like to bite their prey's neck—it's truly the most delicious thing in the world!

My lust was burning uncontrollably. I pulled out Xiao Xin's shirt tucked into her jeans and slipped it into her tightly wrapped body.

In that instant, my hands had a new experience. Xiao Xin's body was simply amazing; every touch brought a new sensation, like a book I could never tire of reading.

Of course, it could also be because my sperm was acting up, but in any case, I was quite satisfied with the current situation.

"Stop." Xiao Xin's voice was as thin as a whisper, yet it resonated loudly in my ears. I couldn't be sure if she really said those two words. At the moment when everything was perfect, Xiao Xin's

voice suddenly uttered the word "Stop!"

Perhaps I didn't want to be sure!

"Stop! I told you to stop!" Xiao Xin struggled to break free from my arms. It seems that no matter how unwilling I am, I'm destined to put an end to my rising libido.

Hopefully, it's not a complete end.

"What's wrong?" I asked, somewhat deflated. "Isn't everything fine?"

Xiao Xin shook her head frantically. "No! You just think everything's fine."

I sighed, completely baffled by her thoughts.

"I don't understand, I thought you liked…" I stammered.

"No!" Xiao Xin shouted. "I didn't!"

"Then what's wrong?" I desperately wanted to understand what Xiao Xin was thinking.

"Tell me! If it's really my fault, I can change!" I noticed my voice rising.

Xiao Xin didn't speak, but I saw glistening tears in her lowered eyes. What a nuisance, what is she thinking?

"I just don't want to think about it anymore, is that okay?" Xiao Xin's voice was weary.

Women! Such fickle creatures.

"I don't want this frustrating answer." I have to admit Xiaoxin's reply hurt part of my male pride.

"Then what do you want me to say?"

"Your true thoughts, of course," I said.

Then came a long silence. When Xiaoxin reacted like this, I knew things were going badly. The problem wasn't Xiaoxin's thoughts, but rather the way we communicated. We seemed to habitually just endure it when problems arose, as if whoever spoke first would be the bad guy.

My relationship with Xiaoxin seemed to be nothing more than a test of endurance. However, I usually lost patience first.

"I don't want to keep going like this." I struggled to my feet, shaking my head weakly. "If you really don't want to talk about it and don't mind, I want to end this conversation."

"You're always like this," Xiaoxin's tears streamed down her face. "You always make me feel insecure."

"If you're discussing the issue of security with me..." I casually picked up my jacket. "I'm sorry, I have absolutely no interest."

After saying those words, I deliberately slammed open the half-closed door. With a loud crash, I thought I heard Xiao Xin crying.

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II.

The swirling, dim lighting made the small bar seem eerie, giving us regulars a sense of security, as if this were the entire universe, with enough space to pour out our emotions.

Whether or not others agree with me, this is why I'm so fascinated by this bar.

To the feeling of security, I downed the whiskey in one gulp.

"Another one, double the usual." I pointed to the glass with only ice left, towards the bartender, A-Jie.

"Why don't you just open a bottle?" A-Jie slowly handed me a glass filled with amber liquid.

"Won't it be inconvenient for you to keep track of the bill if you keep drinking one glass at a time?" I swirled the dazzling liquid, and A-Jie's expression slowly contorted in the crystal-clear whiskey, making it impossible to tell if he was happy or angry.

"Are you just going to keep drinking like this, one glass after another?" From his words, I figured A-Jie wasn't very happy.

"Do you want me to drink bottle after bottle?" I said, thinking that I was being a really good friend, hoping that A-Jie would be happier after hearing that.

"I can't be bothered with you." A-Jie waved his right hand, turned around to clean the liquor cabinet, and ignored me. It seemed that my words didn't do much to help A-Jie's mood.

I drank on my own, like a vampire who hadn't drunk human blood in a hundred years, greedily letting my tongue roam in the spiciness of the whiskey; or like savoring Xiao Xin's slightly moist nipple.

Xiao Xin! Ah, Xiao Xin. I couldn't help but recall the moment we first tasted the forbidden fruit. I vividly remember the overwhelming emotion I felt when her smooth, white body came into full view. My fingers trembled as they roamed over every inch of her skin, that soft, supple texture like waves crashing against my central nervous system.

I remember, and I've always cherished that memory. When I buried my head in her delicate breasts, I could feel my breath reverberating in her cleavage. I could feel my excitement, a primal urge about to burst forth.

And the proof of that primal urge was the heat, the heat seeping from every pore of our bodies enveloping us, almost melting Xiaoxin and me.

Melting, that's right, like ice dissolving in a glass of wine. My body was completely immersed in Xiaoxin's, especially when my hands touched her long, white thighs. I found my entire palm brimming with Xiaoxin's tender skin.

My hands slowly roamed over her legs, from her firm, supple calves to her plump, smooth thighs.

My palms and tongue longed to explore every inch of her body, all the way to the base of those beautiful legs, that mysterious cleft.

A burning sensation spread through my throat, half due to my fantasies, and half due to the strength of the alcohol. My gaze returned to the bar, but my lust was completely focused on my crotch.

Just then, cheers erupted from a corner of the bar, and suddenly, rousing music filled the air. I looked towards the source of the sound and saw a woman in a black veil slowly twirling around the central pillar on a small stage near the bar to the right. What

struck me first was her full breasts and the incredibly low-cut top; her tightly cleaved breasts and the deep cleavage they created exuded a powerful aggression, making all the men in the room feel oppressed and breathe heavily.

The woman's movements became more pronounced, her beautiful legs opening and closing beneath her short skirt in sync with everyone's heartbeats.

I lit a cigarette, watching the woman's alluring performance with great interest.

Her dance was captivating, especially when she tossed her long hair, exuding a mesmerizing charm. I noticed the men in the audience whispering amongst themselves; I knew their sperm were itching to get moving, and "they" included mine, of course.

I laughed. I admit there was a hint of malice in it, but a woman who could evoke such desires in men is truly rare, and this must be a woman's deepest longing. Based on this, I could understand why the slogan "Women should also watch porn" and the advertising tagline "Be a woman a man can't completely control" could coexist in Taiwan.

The woman's dance began to incorporate increasingly provocative movements. She grabbed the pillar in the middle of the dance floor, raised her thighs high, and then slumped down to the ground, brazenly spreading her legs towards the pillar and arching her back, just like a typical sexual position.

Because the woman's movements were directed towards me, I could clearly see her slightly transparent black panties, and of course, her alluring crotch.

Even though it was only for a moment, it was enough to fuel my fantasies. I began to imagine what lay beneath her black panties; I could even picture a dense, damp black jungle.

I felt my hand had already pulled down her panties, and my fingers were searching for the center of this jungle—a depression, yes! Because my fingers were already sinking in. I felt a salty, damp smell, and a sticky sensation on my fingers.

Then, I saw the woman's yearning expression.

"Fingers aren't enough," she said, and then she lifted my penis. Only then did I realize I was completely naked.

The woman, holding my penis, led me directly to her private palace, where her flowing moat already welcomed my entry. I effortlessly penetrated her.

"Ah~" the woman let out a sound of praise, as if thanking me, her king, for stepping forward to satisfy her needs at the right time.

I prepared to charge into battle, to fight for the woman's desires...

Damn it! I shook my head and downed a large glass of wine. I didn't expect my imagination to grow stronger and stronger. Would I one day be like a certain famous writer, satisfied just by looking at photo albums?

"You know, if you keep writing these so-called erotic novels, one day you'll definitely become very lewd."

I suddenly remembered Old Xu's words. Maybe Old Xu was right; I'm becoming lewd now. Did Xiao Xin also notice this? Is that why she reacted that way today? Does she think that my reason for being intimate with her today is just to continue the plot of my book?

Xiao Xin! After all these years, don't you understand me? Besides you, have I ever been with any other woman? If I'm really a fantasist, then you're the only one I fantasize about.

"Ah Jie, give me another drink." I felt a kind of turmoil churning inside me.

"Hey! Do you really think you own this bar?!" Ah Jie said.

"Stop arguing, I'll just pay."

"That's not what I meant, I just wanted to tell you not to drink so much, be careful of your health." Ah Jie looked helpless.

"Stop being so fussy." I pushed my glass, now only containing ice, towards Ah Jie.

"Just give me the drink." I said.

"Fine, I'll drink you to death, you bastard." Ah Jie angrily pushed a bottle of Johnny Walk in front of me.

I saluted him. "Thanks. For this bottle of wine, I'm a complete bastard."

Ah Jie laughed, shook his head, and turned to greet the other guests.

I'm not lonely! I told myself. A writer who smokes and drinks has no reason to be lonely, even if I'm just a third-rate writer.

"Alone?"

I looked towards the source of the voice and saw the woman who had been dancing on stage. Although she was standing right next to me, I wasn't entirely sure she was talking to me.

"Your reaction is interesting." She sat down beside me. She slowly took a cigarette out of her purse and glanced at me.

I understood what she meant, but I wasn't really keen on lighting it for her right now. I didn't want her to think I was trying to curry favor.

"Can I borrow a light?" A smile appeared on the woman's lips, as if she could read my mind.

Like a child being questioned by a teacher, I quickly pulled out my lighter and lit the cigarette for her.

"Don't be nervous." The woman's smile still held a knowing edge to my thoughts. "It's just a light."

The smoke wafting from her breath, tinged with sarcasm, unabashedly enveloped my face. I was annoyed with my earlier behavior; I should have just been cool.

Although I was somewhat displeased, my gaze couldn't escape that alluring body. Especially when her incredibly low-cut dress came close to my elbow, I couldn't help but swallow hard.

I must admit it was incredibly tempting; for a moment, I really wanted to pretend to accidentally touch those ample breasts with my elbow. That shouldn't be difficult, I thought. If I just turned around a little more dramatically, I could probably do it.

But doing something like that is rather low-class; why should I become a cowardly pervert who only sneaks around on the bus? After all, I'm an award-winning novelist!

"You seem to be in a bit of a daze," the woman said, picking up her casper from the table and taking a sip.

"It's best to drink with a little emotion in mind." I thought I could salvage my earlier disadvantage with my words!

"An interesting theory." This time, the woman wasn't just sipping; she gulped down her beer.

She wiped the foam from her lips.

"Do you understand my emotions right now?" she said.

What a clever woman, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Wild, huh!" I said.

"What?"

"I said 'wild,' that word represents your feelings."

The woman laughed heartily.

"You're interesting and shrewd, and I like smart and interesting men." She tossed a strand of hair across her forehead, her eyes conveying an irresistible message.

I admit, her words did touch me in some way. I felt a ticklish sensation run through my body in an instant.

"For that, I have to toast you." With that, I downed my drink in one gulp.

"Hey, that's hard liquor!" the woman exclaimed. "I only have beer. Don't you think you're losing out?"

I forced back the burning sensation rising in my throat. "It's just drinking, why all the rules? Drink as much as you can." A

disdainful smile played on the woman's lips as she leisurely picked up the bottle and gulped down the beer.

"Indeed," she said, waving the empty bottle in front of me. "Just as you said, it's just drinking."

"You really have a high tolerance for alcohol," I said, genuinely impressed.

"Call me Cherry! What about you?"

"Everyone here calls me Little Ke."

"So, you come here often." Cherry pulled out her cigarettes again, but this time I was smarter and immediately offered her a lighter.

"I haven't seen you before," I said.

"This is my first time at this bar." Cherry asked Ah Jie for a glass.

"Your first appearance was truly amazing," I said, filling her glass.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "You're pouring so much for me, are you trying to get me drunk?"

"I..." For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

"Don't be nervous, I was just joking." Cherry patted my shoulder, "If you really have ulterior motives, I'll gladly agree."

Her words left me speechless again.

"You... don't joke with me." I stammered.

"I like smart, humorous men who are also shy." Cherry winked at me.

This could be considered flirting! I felt my heart pounding wildly. Although I tried to remain calm, my eyes involuntarily drifted to the woman's thighs.

It was truly a pleasure! Her slender, straight calves had an excellent curve, like the standard curves in slimming advertisements. What was even more amazing was how delicate her calf muscles were, not at all too bony or too muscular.

I could imagine what it would feel like to hold her calves, that delicate and smooth touch as if it were right in my hands.

I began to feel a surge of excitement. Following this feeling, my gaze moved upwards. Wow! The woman's thighs were breathtaking. I had never seen such beautiful thighs without the embellishment of stockings.

The faint pink peeking through the snow-white skin was flawless, like a piece of warm, ancient jade.

Of course, what was even more exciting was the voluptuous, fleshy fullness, an effect that even ancient jade could not achieve.

I felt my senses melting, melting into her alluring, sensual curves. Looking inwards, in the shadows, I pondered the woman's erogenous zones. Through my imagination and the extension of her beautiful thighs, I seemed to be able to see this area closest to a man's paradise.

The woman's inner thighs... I smiled maliciously to myself, that was the place that could make a man's whole body twitch.

"I know what you're thinking," Cherry said with a smile.

I knew I was about to lose control, so I took a big gulp of wine, of course, knowing that alcohol wouldn't be very effective at this moment. But the spiciness of the whiskey might cool my nerve endings, even if only for a moment, enough for my brain to function smoothly independently of lust.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Cherry asked.

"What do you want to hear?"

"You're probably the strangest man I've ever met." Cherry said with a smile, "Most men would be eager to chat with me for as long as possible, but you're the exception."

"That makes me sound pretty cool!" I said somewhat smugly, "At least I'm different from the men you've met."

"You are different, but I doubt if you're really cool?" Cherry's tone made me uncomfortable.

"What do you want to say?"

"I just have a question, no answer." Cherry spread her hands, looking innocent.

"Speaking of questions, I have one too," I said.

"Oh, that's interesting. Tell me about it." Cherry's eyes lit up.

"Have you never been rejected by a man?"

"No," Cherry answered very confidently.

"No man can resist my charm." She said proudly, and I could feel her confidence.

"So you think I can't escape your charm either?" I asked provocatively.

"I was a little unsure at first, but now that you've asked, I'm absolutely certain." Cherry smiled brightly.

A smart and confident woman, I couldn't help but laugh.

"So, are you willing to fall at my feet?" Cherry's hand pressed against my thigh, and I could feel a surge of heat coming at me, quickly concentrating in my underwear.

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Lying in bed, I hesitated, no! From the moment I entered the hotel, I hesitated.

Perhaps it was because this was my first time doing something like this. Although I'd always talked about having an affair, when it came to actually facing it, I felt somewhat lost.

And worse, I thought of Xiaoxin. What I was doing could be called betrayal! This guilt made me want to run away.

The thought of running away while Cherry was still in the bathroom kept swirling in my mind. But that would be too awful, too cowardly; but if things continued this way, I would definitely betray Xiaoxin.

Although Xiaoxin could sometimes be very willful, or always presumptuously lecture me, honestly, she was actually good to me, and more importantly, I loved her.

I didn't know the true nature of the relationship between love and sex. Although I always hoped they were separate, at this moment I didn't want Xiaoxin to be hurt because of it.

The sound of running water in the bathroom constantly stimulated my sense of morality and lust. I once thought I was the kind of extremely immoral person! I never imagined it was just a misunderstanding. The only thing I was certain of was my sexual desire, but now I didn't think it was anything to be happy about.

Could this be a trap of lust? Like those honey traps that happen these days? If that's the case, Cherry and her partner have picked the wrong person; I'm a penniless nobody.

Or maybe this is just a carefully planned experiment, with Xiao Xin as the mastermind. She's hiding behind me, ready to announce my elimination.

Is Cherry a womanizer...?

"Have you had enough?!" I mentally slapped myself. To have an affair to this extent, what a waste of all the erotic literature I've been writing lately.

Thinking about this, my courage suddenly grew. Anyway, as long as I don't say anything, and she doesn't say anything, who will know? And for a writer, this is a great opportunity to broaden their life experience.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped; Cherry was probably about to come out. I felt my nerves were on edge, just like the day before the newcomer award announcement two years ago.

A moment later, Cherry emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her long hair tucked behind her ear as she approached me.

"Isn't the air conditioning cold enough? You're sweating buckets." Cherry seemed to sense my embarrassment.

"Oh, I guess I'll take another shower then." I quickly stood up.

"No need." Cherry stopped me. "I like men with a bit of body odor." She smiled sweetly.

I didn't know how to respond, so I just smiled awkwardly.

"You seem nervous." Cherry tilted her head, as if mocking me.

"My nervousness comes from many aspects." I tried to downplay the awkward topic.

"I hope your performance in bed is as good as your eloquence," Cherry said.

"One aspect that makes me nervous is your expectations." I really didn't want to take on the task of satisfying her, because it would make me feel like a male prostitute.

Cherry stood up after hearing my words.

"Isn't that another kind of pressure for you?" Cherry took off her towel.

Absolutely gorgeous! My retinas were enveloped by Cherry's near-perfect figure, as if a tornado had swept over me, causing all the hair and nerves on my body to twist and ascend to the sky.

For a moment, my vision completely blurred, as if out of focus, or rather, I was utterly scorched by Cherry's fiery curves.

"Looks like you're not so nervous anymore!" Cherry said with a smile.

I nodded blankly, though I knew what she was talking about, but none of that mattered anymore when my gaze fell upon Cherry's naked body.

That long, glossy neck and back swayed with the age-old dream of vampires, making one want to suckle and frantically lick that sensual essence.

Her full and well-proportioned breasts arched high, forming a deep and trembling curve, those perfect spheres making my fingers urge to fly, like seeing a fine piano. The deep cleavage she created accentuated

my heightened desire; perhaps that was where my soul found its home.

I could feel the power coursing through my body, the fire of lust burning in every organ. My body trembled at the slightest frequency, as if unable to withstand the warning signals of this surging power.

I took a deep breath, desperately trying to calm my breath, which was on the verge of collapse. In this game of teasing each other, I wasn't willing to let Cherry maintain the upper hand. Seeing that

I didn't react particularly strongly, Cherry simply climbed to the headboard, but her crawling motion only served to further test my patience with her already fiery curves.

Her breasts stood erect before me, like bunches of ripe grapes, sweetly spreading within me.

Cherry exaggeratedly raised her rounded buttocks, swaying the alluring curves from her waist down.

Through the gap in her cleavage, I could vaguely see the fertile delta between her thighs. Although I had already witnessed this beautiful sight the moment Cherry removed her towel, it paled in comparison to the pleasure I felt from this tantalizing glimpse.

Cherry, like a mischievous child, turned just before touching me, revealing the base of her vulva.

I must admit this tactic was incredibly effective; it felt like I was seeing the gates of heaven. That slightly reddish-brown slit was sucking my soul away.

My emotions must have already melted into a swamp, otherwise why would every pore be sweating profusely?

This was practically a perfect map for heroes from all walks of life to vie for supremacy!

My energy immediately surged to my lower body; I was ready to pounce. But just as I was about to pull Cherry into my arms, she seemed to read my mind, turning away from my grasp and casually

draping her scarf over her shoulders.

It seemed I had lost this preliminary round, a gamble on patience.

"You seem to be getting into the swing of things!" Cherry's words carried a sharp edge. What a cunning fox.

"I like that you use the verb 'get into,'" I said with a wry smile, "but if you could change the object, 'situation' would be even better."

"Like this!" Cherry slid into my arms.

"I'll repeat it again." Cherry looked up at me, "I hope your skills are as good as your smooth talk."

I didn't speak, because I had already lost all patience. Saying anything more at this moment would be a terrible torment for me.

I sealed Cherry's lips with my tongue, and when those four tongues met, I felt as if my body was about to explode.

Like a parched desert being blasted into ripples by a violent rain. That was the feeling Cherry's lips and tongue gave me. As our tongues intertwined, we were feeding our thirsty souls with the saliva of love.

Each sucking and each exhalation assaulted my senses. I held Cherry tightly as if I were in a frenzy, afraid that it was all just an illusion.

I greedily roamed within Cherry's mouth, my tongue seemingly trying to probe into her throat, frantically digging in. I felt as if I were exploring the universe.

Cherry's warm breath brushed against my cheek between snores, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine. This tender feeling made me press my fingers, which were pressed against Cherry's smooth skin, a little harder.

Cherry shifted her body, probably feeling the pressure, and pressed even closer to me. I felt her nipples rise and press against my chest, and her full breasts must have been squeezed out of shape! It wasn't hard to imagine, but the thought was unbearable.

So I released my hands from Cherry's plump, fleshy buttocks and instead slipped them under her armpits, tracing the outline of her rounded breasts.

When my fingertips gently traced the skin of Cherry's breasts, her body trembled violently; she must have felt incredibly itchy. But even so, Cherry's tongue didn't leave my lips and teeth alone. Instead, she explored every corner of my mouth with exaggerated force.

She stirred my teeth, meticulously cleaning each tooth and gap like a dentist; her tongue was so light and agile, darting across the muscles of my upper and lower jaws.

Cherry's kiss was like a tornado, completely shattering all the defenses I had erected in my mouth. Of course, I could only surrender, letting her brazenly hold my tongue, sucking every inch of my mouth.

I felt no shame, only enjoyment. Never before in my life had a kiss possessed such magic, leaving me intoxicated, as if in a dream.

But this was not a dream! The warmth from my fingertips told me this was real life, and this warmth was the message of desire conveyed by Cherry's breasts. My fingers gently slid around the edges of Cherry's breasts, and although my movements were so light, they made Cherry's body sway uncontrollably. I loved this feeling, loved the passionate response of her body, as if we were exchanging codes of sexual pleasure in a unique way.

Cherry began to respond to me more intensely, her ten fingers pressing firmly against my back muscles. She slowly slid her fingers, and I felt as if ten sharp blades were slicing across my back; the pain forced me to respond by squeezing Cherry's breasts. At that moment, Cherry's tongue finally left my already ravaged mouth and slid towards my neck.

Taking advantage of this opening, my hand seized Cherry's already engorged and erect breasts, and this contact made my hand instantly lose all sensation.

Because it was all so wonderful, Cherry's breasts rendered my hand numb. This electric-like sensation was indescribable.

I had to become rough, because every cell in my palm was calling out Cherry's name; every nerve pathway, every synapse, longed to experience these beautiful breasts. So I began to vigorously knead Cherry's breasts, searching for a pleasure only a man could understand in this warm, fragrant muscle.

"Ah—" Cherry's soft moans echoed in the warm room, we were both lost in a cloud of desire.

I lowered my head and kissed Cherry's earlobe, her slightly sweaty hair brushing against my lips.

"Mmm—" Cherry's voice was filled with sweet satisfaction. Since she was enjoying this place so much, I simply turned Cherry over and let my lips and tongue roam freely behind her ear.

Everything was just as I expected, Cherry occasionally let out soft laughter and moans, and I slid down her neck to taste her delicate skin.

"Mmm—it feels so good!" Cherry gently stroked my hair, although I couldn't see her expression, I was sure she was now squinting her eyes, biting her lower lip, enjoying it all.

In addition to her activities on Cherry's neck and ears, my hands also began to actively invade Cherry's breasts.

Like a student learning to sculpt clay, I excitedly explored these two breasts that always commanded the admiration of all men, applying various pressures.

"Hmm—don't...so...hard, ah—just this...force." Cherry occasionally tossed her long hair, her voice carrying indistinct, indistinct sounds. However, from my angle, I could vaguely discern that

Cherry seemed quite happy.

After a while of kneading, I focused on Cherry's slightly flushed nipples, pinching these tempting fruits tightly between my index and middle fingers, as if trying to uproot them.

"Ouch." Cherry's body swayed violently. Although her reaction met my expectations, I wasn't playing a sadomasochistic game with Cherry. Hearing her cry of pain, I quickly stopped.

"Don't do that, you're hurting me." Cherry's reproachful tone made me feel a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I think I got too excited," I said.

Cherry looked at me with a strange smile, then grabbed my manhood.

"What are you doing?" Cherry's sudden action startled me.

"You're certainly excited." Cherry released her grip.

"Let's skip the foreplay! I want you to go straight in." Cherry gently stroked my chin, softly commanding me.

"I can't bear to," I said. "I want to savor you slowly." After saying that, I buried my head in her breasts.

"Ah—" Cherry leaned back, letting my lips, tongue, teeth, and chin play a game of chasing each other on her breasts.

I absolutely loved the feeling of rubbing against Cherry's body; the warmth emanating from her made my cells feel like freely breathing individuals.

This feeling of my cells gradually disintegrating made me feel lightheaded. I felt as if I were in a huge cloud, and the shape of this cloud was a beautiful woman with a perfect figure. And I was Sun Wukong, riding this cloud.

I felt my golden cudgel was ready to extend; this powerful weapon was throbbing between my thighs.

Although it was somewhat uncomfortable, I was willing to endure it. Because I hadn't fully enjoyed Cherry's body yet, at least not her lower body.

Thinking of this, I became anxious, afraid I wouldn't be able to hold back and let all the pleasure flow away.

So I quickened my pace, reaching straight into the mysterious jungle between Cherry's legs.

The moment my fingers touched her, I felt a wetness, and Cherry's body trembled violently. I knew Cherry's vagina had already secreted enough lubrication for me to enter, but I hoped to draw more holy water from this spring.

"Little K... ah—" Cherry began to murmur, her legs instinctively clamping tightly together, but Cherry's movements allowed my fingers to explore this woman's sensual passage more directly.

I felt even smoother flesh, allowing my fingers to penetrate even deeper without hindrance. Although nibbling on Cherry's breasts was intoxicating, the sensation of my fingers began to shift my attention to her private parts.

I struggled to break free of Cherry's tightly gripping arms, then parted her thighs—a much easier maneuver than leaving her arms; I only needed to slightly stimulate her thighs.

However, Cherry didn't want her private parts fully exposed before me, because as soon as my head approached that delta, her thighs clamped down on my head with tremendous force, preventing my advance.

But Cherry underestimated a man burning with desire; how could that stop me! I began to attack the inside of her thighs with my tongue, while simultaneously increasing the pressure of my index finger, which was already waiting for reinforcements inside her vagina.

"Ah—, don't… Little K…, you're making… me… so itchy…" Cherry's voice was intermittent; I knew her defenses were about to crumble.

"Open Sesame," I said with a smile.

Sure enough, Cherry's legs opened like a giant door in a fairy tale. Before me lay Cherry's complete, mysterious palace. I shuddered; for a fleeting moment, I felt I was about to ejaculate.

"So beautiful!" I gently touched Cherry's slightly dark red clitoris with my index finger.

"Ah—" Cherry gasped, her body tilting slightly to the left.

"You can only watch?" Cherry steadied her voice, her breathing no longer as erratic as before.

I didn't speak; I simply slowly reinserted my index finger into Cherry's vagina. Judging from the speed at which it slid in, Cherry was incredibly wet.

Cherry's body writhed, as if enjoying it all while also feeling some resistance. Her thighs began to spasm, pounding against my head. I could hear her heavy breathing, and I could feel her gasping for air to soften my aggression. And the reason I could feel it so easily was because I was also resisting the urgent calls of my sperm in the same way.

As I tightened my fingers, Cherry lost control of her body, her movements becoming increasingly erratic. She couldn't control the overwhelming sensation gushing from her mouth. She began to scream wildly.

"No...no...ah—I...am...ready...to...go!" Cherry's cries were punctuated by heavy breathing.

"Come on, ah—my...angel, let's...fall!" Cherry clung tightly to my head. Even I couldn't control her body anymore; her movements were too intense.

Cherry lifted me up—I don't know where she got the strength. She spun me around and pinned me beneath her, then grabbed my penis.

I felt all the blood rush to my penis; I imagine my glans was burning hot.

"I won't allow you to kiss or lick me anywhere else," Cherry said, her eyes blazing.

"I want you to satisfy me with your big dick right now, understand? Right now." Cherry gripped my penis tightly. Although she didn't hurt me, I was terrified by her current emotions.

Now Cherry controlled the situation, and she triumphantly inserted my penis into her vagina. Of course, I didn't have much of an opinion on her action.

I just felt a sense of relief. When I entered Cherry's soft vagina, I felt warmth and intimacy. It all felt as natural as a sword returning to its sheath. Perhaps a man's penis and a woman's vagina are inherently one. Only when these two unite can men and women forget about patricide and feminism.

Cherry looked at me with a half-smile, her expression as if to say that this was just the beginning. Of course, this was just the beginning, and no man wanted it to end now.

Cherry began to rhythmically twist her body, bouncing up and down. I gently supported her waist, matching her movements. This back-and-forth friction, though monotonous, was a pleasure that no one ever complained about.

"Ah—" Cherry breathed heavily, sweat gradually appearing on her face. I moved down her waist, teasing her bouncing breasts in rhythm with Cherry.

"Mmm—" Cherry's voice began to grow thin and sharp, she quickened her pace and increased the force, her long hair flying wildly with her increasingly intense movements.

Cherry held her head, her eyes squinting into sexy curves. Her mouth was in a large "O" shape, but from the occasional changes in her lip shape, she seemed to be saying something, but I couldn't make out any. I could only vaguely make out indistinct syllables, like broken notes, as if it were a disjointed song. But it didn't sound bad to me at all; in fact, it only fueled my desire.

The movements continued to intensify, and the speed increased. I could feel a surge of heat emanating from my throat. I believed that the heat between us at that moment could melt everything around us.

Gradually, Cherry's movements slowed down. Her hands rested weakly on my shoulders, and I could tell she was tired. Her breathing became noticeably heavier, and beads of sweat dripped onto my body like rain.

I don't know if I was seeing things, but I think I saw a surge of heat emanating from my body. Did Cherry's sweat evaporate instantly upon touching me?

"Ah—" Cherry's previously beautiful moans turned into unconscious groans. I thought it was time to unleash my chivalry.

I leaned forward and embraced Cherry, my previously passive waist now thrusting powerfully forward.

"Ah—um—" Cherry's voice regained some vitality; it seemed my thrusts had given her renewed energy.

Cherry's legs clung tightly to my waist, letting my strength flow freely within her. I supported her waist, thrusting in rhythm with my breathing, each thrust bringing Cherry's moans to their peak.

I then pressed down, pinning Cherry beneath me, lifting her thighs to open her mouth wide.

I entered with the most forceful thrust, and Cherry responded with the most beautiful sounds.

"Ah—deeper…I…like it…" Cherry cried out.

I quickened my pace, thrusting into her vagina again and again.

"Ah—ah—um—" Cherry's voice rose with each entry, making it hard to tell if she was in pleasure or pain.

I must admit this was an incredibly heavy burden for me, like a boxer throwing punches in quick succession. I started to have trouble breathing, large wads of sweat covered my entire body, and my hands gripping Cherry's ankles gradually lost their footing due to the slippery sweat. I realized my arms could no longer support the weight of Cherry's legs, so I held my breath and released all my energy in those few seconds.

Cherry felt my power, her body twisting up and down in rhythm with my thrusts.

"No…don't…stop, ah—just…like…this…" Cherry shook her head violently, her disheveled hair clinging to her face with sweat. She looked exceptionally beautiful and tragic.

"Ah!" I let out a heavy sigh, collapsing onto Cherry's body. It seemed it was time to change tactics.

I resumed my thrusts, this time at the slowest pace. But I believed this force would satisfy Cherry.

I seemed to want to try penetrating the deepest part of Cherry's vagina; I'd always struggled to imagine what that would feel like. I'd wanted to try it before, but each time Xiao Xin cried out in pain, stopping me.

Xiao Xin! The thought of her weighed heavily on my mind, and I stopped.

"What's wrong?" Cherry asked, surprised.

"Why did you stop? I don't think you've already ejaculated!" Cherry seemed anxious.

"I suddenly feel like I shouldn't have done this." I felt a little annoyed.

Cherry hooked her arms around mine, her expression gentle.

"Handsome, you should have thought this through before coming to this hotel with me," Cherry said.

I hadn't expected her to be so calm; I thought she would be very dismissive and blame me!

Cherry's words deepened my remorse. I had not only wronged Xiaoxin, but also hurt Cherry.

"You had many opportunities to choose," Cherry continued. "You could have stopped us the moment before we entered the room, or even while we were caressing each other, but you stopped us now. Don't you think you're being ridiculous?"

"I just felt..." Although I knew it wasn't very convincing, I still tried to defend myself: "I just felt..." But I really didn't know what to say.

"You just felt we shouldn't have continued like this?" Cherry, like a lawyer with impeccable eloquence, immediately saw through my intentions.

"Don't you think your regret is too late? And what's the point? Do you think your girlfriend will forgive you for entering my body without ejaculating? Do you think that's sincerity? If the answer is yes, I

can only say you're too naive."

I had no room to reply, because Cherry was absolutely right.

"Little Ke, I'm giving you a choice. If you want to leave now, I won't make things difficult for you. Just pull your penis away, put on your clothes, and leave. If you can do that, I'll pretend nothing happened today."

Cherry's expression revealed immense power, and for a moment I hesitated.

I didn't move, because I suddenly didn't know what the right thing to do was. And frankly, I was indeed a little reluctant to leave Cherry's body.

"Be honest, child!" Cherry laughed. "You can't give up this physical pleasure. Your little brother is much more honest than you; it doesn't show any intention of backing down or hesitating."

Yes! I didn't expect my little brother to still be so erect, not shrinking at all because of my guilt.

Cherry twisted her waist, as if giving me a way out.

"If you want to regret it, wait until you get home!" She gently stroked my chest.

"Now let's enjoy it!" Cherry began to rub my little brother with her tight vagina again and again.

So I returned to the battlefield.

Xiao Xin! "I'm sorry, I still love you, but I have to face my needs now," I told myself in my heart.

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III.

I kept thrusting into Cherry's vagina with all my might, each time making Cherry's cries echo throughout the room.

We were pressed tightly together, our sweat-soaked bodies slick with each other's warmth; we were practically glued together.

With each thrust, we moved forward a little further, and soon I could see the carpet under the bed.

"Ah—Little K…you're so…good, faster…harder…more, harder…my soul…is…given…to you…"

Cherry's expression was contorted, her forehead veins bulging.

"Oh—again…ah—" Cherry's voice seemed to be nothing but simple vowels.

I was enjoying this situation; each powerful thrust carefully rubbed every inch of my penis, and Cherry's reaction filled me with even more ambition.

Soon, Cherry's upper body was completely off the bed, but I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to go deeper, I wanted to use more force, I wanted to drive Cherry completely mad.

"Little K—" Cherry's voice was almost a straight line.

"You're a...master, oh...you're really...good..." Cherry's encouragement, though intermittent, made me feel somewhat elated.

I wanted to say something, but I didn't have the strength to respond; even breathing became difficult. Cherry's upper body weight was entirely suspended on my arm, and each thrust felt like my arm was about to break, especially when I saw the veins bulging on the surface of my muscles—this fear became even clearer.

But I had no intention of stopping, because the pain in my arm was nothing compared to the pleasure of my penis rubbing back and forth.

I had completely become a prisoner of desire; between Cherry's breasts, between Cherry's legs, between my tongue and lips, inside my penis, all I could feel was the warmth and orgasm of contact with a woman's body.

I gasped for breath, twisting my hips with all my might. I felt Cherry's lower body becoming increasingly slippery, as if endless juices were gushing from her body.

"Ah—" Cherry's voice began to weaken, floating like a wisp of smoke. She bit her lower lip tightly, and her eyes began to roll back.

I was a little scared; could a woman really have an epileptic seizure?

"It's coming, it's almost here." Cherry's voice suddenly grew louder again.

"Quick, K…give me more…I'm about to have…an orgasm I haven't had in so long…" Cherry said these words as if she had used up all her strength.

Hearing her words, I felt a surge of energy. I hadn't expected myself to be so amazing, to be able to bring a woman to orgasm. From a purely male perspective, this was truly remarkable, something I could compete in internationally.

Then Cherry's legs began to tremble violently.

"Ah—" Cherry cried out, her whole body leaning back weakly, only her legs tightly hooked around my waist. I felt a warm current envelop my penis, a warmth that I couldn't bear either.

A wave of almost convulsive soreness and numbness washed over my lower body, and I couldn't help but tremble. Then, my penis contracted again and again, shooting all my energy into Cherry's vagina.

I felt completely exhausted, my overused and stiff muscles leaning weakly against Cherry's body. But my calves weren't so lucky; probably because I'd been kneeling for too long, my calves started cramping.

I was a little angry because the feeling after sex should be wonderful, but now this pain had completely ruined it. I began to agree with what was said in "The Old Man and the Sea"—cramps are a betrayal of the body

!

Of course, even so, I still had to face this betrayal. I kneaded my calves hard, hoping to make the tense muscles obey. However, besides feeling the pain more clearly, it didn't relieve the muscles at all.

I tried to maintain a straight face; I didn't want Cherry to see my current predicament.

When all the massage failed, I simply straightened my leg, letting the stubborn muscles obey my commands, and the price I paid was pain that almost tore my heart apart.

After letting out a long breath, I was finally able to lie down comfortably on the soft bed.

"That felt great!" Cherry seemed to have caught her breath, gently playing with my hair.

"You're the only man I've ever had who has given me an orgasm," Cherry said sweetly.

"You're lucky. I read that only 20% of women can orgasm during sex," I admitted, sounding a bit like I was showing off.

"Really?" Cherry didn't answer, a strange smile on her face.

I don't know why I had this feeling, but Cherry's smile was really... creepy. It was as if she was mocking me for something I was about to face that I didn't know, and it was very likely to be a nightmare.

"Your smile is a little scary," I said, a little uneasy. "It's like something's about to happen."

"It's not about to happen, it's already happened. Didn't we go to bed?" Cherry winked at me.

"After we got out of bed, shouldn't your so-called 'happening' have ended?" I was a little uneasy, hoping to get Cherry's assurance.

"Of course, that's the end of it, and I can guarantee this won't happen again." Cherry's words relieved me.

"However..." Cherry looked at me meaningfully, "Every man I've slept with has to leave some souvenirs, and you can't be an exception."

"Sure! As long as I can, but I don't have anything too valuable." As I answered, I was also thinking about what I had that was particularly special.

"You don't have to give it to me now. When the time comes, I'll ask you for it. And don't worry, the souvenirs I want have nothing to do with money." Cherry said.

"How scary!" I pretended to be very scared.

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Cherry waved her hand, "If you cooperate, you'll find it's not scary at all."

"Hearing you say that, I'm actually starting to get scared." I felt a little strange.

"You're just handing me something! It's such a simple process, what's there to be afraid of?" Cherry said with a smile, that eerie smile again, a smile that really made me uncomfortable.

"That means we have to stay in touch!" I said.

"What? You can't bear to part with me?" Cherry giggled.

I didn't answer, just wondering what Cherry was up to.

"Don't be afraid, I won't cling to you. That's the highest principle of one-night stands; I don't want to cause trouble for myself."

"Well then, it's nice to meet you." I suddenly wished I could end everything with Cherry immediately.

"Me too." Cherry gently kissed my forehead: "I hope I can give you wonderful memories."

After saying that, Cherry laughed loudly, and for some reason, I shivered.

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IV.

I haven't contacted Xiaoxin for three days in a row. This is the longest cold war we've ever had. I stared at the silent pager, and a sense of sadness welled up inside me. Would Xiaoxin and I just end up like this?

Maybe I should take the initiative to call her, like before, call her and be affectionate, and then we can make up. But for some reason, this time I just don't have the courage. Maybe it's because I did

something to hurt her! This makes it impossible for me to be the same as before.

I frantically typed on the keyboard, this unconscious act causing the computer to repeatedly beep warnings. Looking at Wenyu on the screen, I felt a sense of creative exhaustion.

I've only written a few thousand words. If Mr. Yang asks, I really don't know what to say. The deadline has been pushed from September to November, which even I find a bit ridiculous.

The pressure of submitting the manuscript! The pressure of life! The pressure of love! This is a perfect description of you, Ke! I said helplessly to myself.

"It's all your fault!" I angrily slammed my hand on the screen, and the integrated computer shook violently, making a piercing squeaking sound.

"Still babbling back." I added another punch.

What am I doing! I hung my head helplessly. I actually got angry at a computer! I'm really... damn it, I don't even know how to describe myself.

Ring...

it was the phone. I jumped up like a spring, grabbed the receiver as fast as I could, and had only one hope in my heart—that Xiao Xin would call me.

"Hello, Xiao Ke!" It was a man's voice, and that alone was enough for me to hang up.

"This is me, may I ask who you are?" Although I was disappointed, I didn't forget basic politeness.

"This is Mr. Yang! Trying to play dumb with me?"

Great, I got the call I least wanted at this time. I'm so incredibly naive.

"No! I just didn't recognize you at first!" I tried my best to sound innocent.

"When are you due?" Although Mr. Yang's voice was gentle, I had reason to believe he was frantic.

"Um… well…" I couldn't think of a good excuse.

"Starting to whine and haw, huh?" Mr. Yang laughed on the phone. This is bad. I felt even more embarrassed.

"I'm almost… almost finished." Good heavens! Even I didn't believe that.

"Almost? Can I call you 'big brother'? It's almost mid-November, a month since you said you'd submit the manuscript, and more than two months since your promise before that. How many times do you have to lie to me before you're happy?" I could tell Mr. Yang wasn't in a good mood, even though he was trying his best to control his temper.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yang, I'll definitely submit the manuscript by the end of this month." At this point, besides writing a check, I really didn't know what else to say.

"I've always trusted you, Xiao Ke, but don't make me feel like the word 'trust' doesn't apply to you, okay?" Mr. Yang's tone was full of helplessness.

"I know you mean well, Mr. Yang."

"Don't just say it." Mr. Yang said, "Seeing your manuscript makes me realize you understand my good intentions."

I stuck out my tongue, unsure how to respond.

"I understand the problems you writers face." Mr. Yang sighed, "Writing isn't like sales targets, where there's a clear timeline. But I just hope you can focus on it." "

I also want to produce a good piece." Like a drowning person finding a lifebuoy, I quickly explained that I was very dedicated.

"I just hope you understand one thing: besides us, probably no one else can help you." Mr. Yang said.

"I know." That was probably all I could say.

"Then submit the manuscript as soon as possible! That's all." Mr. Yang instructed, then hung up the phone.

When I heard the beep from the receiver, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I'd gotten away with it; now all I had to do was work hard and submit the manuscript before the end of the month, and I'd have no regrets.

Even so, I couldn't muster any motivation to write. Staring at the computer screen, my thoughts were extremely chaotic, and the reason for this chaos was clearly only one thing: my three-and-a-half-year relationship with Xiaoxin.

Three and a half years! Has it really been that long? Even I couldn't help but doubt it. I remembered the first time I met Xiaoxin.

At that time, I was the president of the school's Literature Club, filled with passion for literary creation. Xiaoxin was a year younger than me, a member who always attended every Literature Club activity. I had always had a very good impression of this well-behaved junior, but it wasn't until we held the school's literary award event that I gained a deeper understanding of Xiaoxin.

In that event, I was elected as the convener, and Xiaoxin was chosen as the executive secretary. That's how my inextricable bond with Xiaoxin began.

For two long months, we scrambled to raise funds for the event, working late into the night to prepare files and reports for the next day's meetings. During those two months, Xiaoxin and I endured unprecedented pressure, especially since my eagerness to do well often led to arguments with other partners. At one point, I even considered giving up and letting the event fail.

If it weren't for Xiaoxin, I wouldn't have been able to hold on. Her patience and smile always gave me courage in my most helpless moments.

Now, I'm starting to worry that I'll lose her smile forever.

I still remember how my heart nearly jumped out of my chest when she agreed to be my girlfriend; I still remember the warmth that almost melted me when I first held her hand; and the sweet feeling of my first kiss.

Sigh! Xiaoxin and love in my memories are so lovely, but in reality, everything is full of regrettable uncertainties.

I think I'm completely out of work mode, so I decided to go out for some fresh air. I didn't particularly want to go anywhere; I just wanted to ride my scooter around.

It was nearing early winter, and the streets of Taipei were empty and deserted in the afternoon. The cold air kept brushing against my face or seeping through the gaps in my clothes. I really should have worn a full-face helmet, then I wouldn't feel so cold, but I had no intention of turning back. This temperature suited my current mood perfectly; let it be as bad as it gets!

I don't know how long I rode, but my fingers gripping the throttle and brake started to stiffen, and my mind went blank. I was tired! I thought, but I didn't know where to stop.

Manabe Cafe! Drinking coffee alone is too lonely. Although I used to often hang out in cafes with books or my work, I wasn't as relaxed as I used to be.

Find a pub for drinks? Crazy! It's only a little past three in the afternoon; what pub would be open so early?

Watch a movie? I don't seem to be in the mood for that either. I just can't calm down; nothing seems to interest me. Sigh, I never thought that in this huge city of Taipei, there wouldn't be a place for me.

Suddenly, I felt like crying. How did I get myself so melancholic? It felt like a scene from a sentimental music video.

Without realizing it, I rode to the riverbank near Youth Park. It used to be a horse farm, but now it seems to have been redeveloped into a wild goose park. At night, it's a popular dating spot; you can often see

couples strolling around.

This is also where Xiaoxin and I fell in love. I never imagined I'd end up here.

Sitting on my bike, I recalled the moment I told Xiaoxin I loved her. Although I didn't come back here specifically to mourn or anything, I couldn't stop the sadness welling up inside me. I took out a cigarette and took a few deep drags, as if only the harshness of the tobacco could keep my brain from shutting down due to the overwhelming sadness.

Maybe I'm not good enough! I can never meet Xiaoxin's expectations, but I really don't understand what she wants. Every time I have to guess, where am I supposed to find the time? Does being in a relationship necessarily mean understanding each other, or is it about getting to know each other better?

I don't blame Xiaoxin; I only blame those TV dramas and novels that mythologize love, and those idiots who treat "I love you" like gospel. If love could solve everything with just three words, I'd be so happy.

But under the sugar-coated layers of glamorous plots and unrealistic fantasies, love loses its true flavor.

That being said, a fleeting encounter three days ago has completely robbed me of my standing. My one-night stand with Cherry leaves me unable to justify myself.

I jumped out of the car and walked aimlessly along the riverbank until the cigarette burned out and burned my fingers, only then realizing my helplessness and pain.

I feel I can't go on like this. Anyway, it's better to talk things out face-to-face than to just sigh and complain here. Even if we break up, at least neither of us has anything to complain about. I can't let my emotions linger like this forever!

So I mustered my courage and dialed Xiaoxin's number.

The call connected, but my heart began to waver. I didn't know what to say to Xiaoxin, or what tone to use. Just thinking about it made my previously mustered confidence crumble, like peeling paint.

But just as I was about to hang up, a voice came through the receiver.

"Hello!" It was Xiaoxin's voice. I was a little nervous.

"It's me, Xiaoke." Every word I spoke felt heavy.

There was silence on the other end of the line, and I realized my hands were trembling.

"What's wrong?" After a long while, Xiaoxin finally spoke. I couldn't tell what she was feeling from her tone, but the fact that she hadn't hung up was a good sign.

"I'm at the horse farm. Can you come out?" I said bravely, because there were too many things that couldn't be said or explained over the phone.

Xiao Xin didn't respond, and I didn't dare say anything more. This silence was terrifying; my stomach started to cramp.

"Okay, wait for me," Xiao Xin finally spoke. Although her coming didn't necessarily mean anything positive, I still breathed a sigh

of relief. After hanging up, my tension didn't subside. I started worrying about what to say.

I lit a cigarette, trying to calm my nerves. I kept telling myself things wouldn't be too bad, but what I was really thinking about was how I would respond if Xiao Xin broke up with me. Just thinking about it made my heart ache.

I don't know how long I waited; I only knew my heart was pounding harder and harder. If someone were to cut my veins right now, they'd probably be surprised to find my blood frozen solid.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a motorcycle. I held my breath and stared in the direction of the sound.

It was Xiao Xin. I gasped. I had been looking forward to seeing her, but now I felt like running away.

Xiao Xin smiled, but I felt her smile was probably just politeness. The thought made my heart ache.

But I didn't show my emotions; I smiled back at her. Two years of dating had turned into such estrangement.

Xiao Xin rode her bike up to me and stopped, then lifted it up.

"Is there something you need?" she asked casually.

I maintained my smile, but felt increasingly awkward.

"I…" I never imagined I'd be so tongue-tied.

At that moment, my emotions finally broke down, and I cried! Tears distorted my vision.

Through my blur, I felt a pair of arms tightly embracing me. I quickly wiped away my tears and saw that Xiao Xin was also crying.

"Don't cry," Xiao Xin gently kissed me. "Don't cry, I know you love me."

Hearing this, I felt another pang of sadness and hugged Xiao Xin even tighter. I knew Xiao Xin had forgiven me; perhaps she had never truly blamed me. Holding Xiaoxin in my arms, all my anxiety subsided.

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I'm starting to feel like a plant!

Twelve hours of writing every day make me feel like I'm 'planted' in this chair, so I feel like a plant. Every day I absorb the radiation emitted by the screen, happily counting the bits accumulated over long hours, using this to check if the manuscript's deadline is approaching.

I've always felt this is a different kind of photosynthesis; I absorb the screen's radiation energy and convert it into bits to accumulate in my text files. This process also requires a lot of cigarettes and unsweetened black tea—it's practically the same instinct as a plant.

"Current progress…over 30,000 words." I carefully examined the information the computer was showing me. I have to admit I'm not very satisfied with my current work situation.

Over 30,000 words is less than a third of the required word count! There's only a week left until the deadline, and writing 10,000 words a day is absolutely impossible. Sigh! Looks like I'll have to fool Mr. Yang.

Thinking about this, my previously intense effort completely dissipated. Since I'm going to drag it out anyway, a few more hours won't make a difference, so I decided to get a good night's sleep.

Just as I was about to lie down, the phone on the table rang shrilly. What a timing! I chuckled.

It's probably Xiao Xin! She calls every day to ask about my work. Although I'm a little tired, I can't ignore my girlfriend's call.

"Hello! Is this Xiao Ke?" A strange woman's voice came through the receiver. It wasn't Xiao Xin calling after all; I should have known better.

"Hello, this is me. Who is this?" I said lazily.

"Have you forgotten me so quickly?" the strange woman retorted.

"I apologize for my memory, miss," I said. "How can I not recognize your voice at all?"

"How heartless!" the woman's voice was filled with sorrow. "We had such a happy time together."

"Miss, I really don't know who you are?" I said, somewhat annoyed. "Could you please tell me who you are?"

"I won't!" the woman's tone was willful. "I want you to guess."

This was my least favorite game, and it seemed this woman was testing my patience.

"I won't guess," I began to grow impatient. "If you think this is fun, I suggest you find someone else. I'm not interested in this game at all."

"Then are you interested in my body?" the woman said with a laugh.

I began to realize this was a silly joke call, because none of my friends would make such a joke.

"This is your last chance. If you don't tell me who you are, I'm hanging up," I issued my ultimatum.

"Don't be so impatient!" The woman still refused to reveal her identity.

"Okay, that's it then, bye." I decided to hang up, no longer letting this woman dominate this boring phone game.

"Wait a minute." The woman said hurriedly, "This is Cherry."

The name Cherryf pierced my brain like a sword, sweeping away my previously tired spirit.

"Cherryf, you're Cherry!" I said in surprise.

"Ha, ha! I can imagine your surprise." Cherry's laughter came from the receiver.

"Now you remember my voice, don't you!" Cherry's tone was full of sarcasm. "

How did you know my phone number?" I remembered that I hadn't given Cherry my phone number.

"It wasn't difficult." Cherry's tone was smug: "I went to that pub you usually go to and asked around, and it was done in no time."

"What do you want from me?" I had a bad feeling. "

I've come to tell you, I've fallen in love with you, and I don't want to be apart from you." Cherry's answer almost made me fall to the ground.

Didn't we agree that we'd only have one night together? I remember Cherry saying that this was the rule for people seeking one-night stands, so why would she say something like this today?

Scenes from the movie "Fatal Attraction" started flashing through my mind. Was I really that unlucky? My first affair had turned into something so troublesome.

"Hey, Claire, are you still there?" Cherry's voice snapped me out of my daze.

"I'm listening." I felt incredibly heavy-hearted.

"Don't be so heavy-hearted!" Cherry seemed to sense my mood.

"I was just kidding!" Cherry laughed. "I won't break the rules I follow."

Cherry's words were like a remedy; I immediately felt much lighter.

"So what did you call want?"

"Have you forgotten?" Cherry's tone became serious. "My souvenir! The one you promised me."

"Oh!" I said, suddenly realizing. "Right, I remember now, there was such a thing. So what kind of souvenir do you want?"

"I've already sent you my request. It's a videotape containing my instructions," Cherry said.

"Sent it by mail?" I was a little surprised. "Was it really necessary to go to such lengths? You could have just told me over the phone."

"No, that's not my style," Cherry said. "Anyway, someone will personally deliver the videotape to you later." "

This sounds a bit like a scene from the 'Malssion Impossible' series, when the leader receives a mission," I said with a laugh.

"Don't worry, the videotape won't automatically destroy itself in five seconds, and I'm sure the contents will be unforgettable for you." There was a mysterious quality to Cherry's words, making me feel like something was about to happen.

"Looks like all I can do is nod," I said somewhat reluctantly.

"My cell phone number is 0905927134. If you have any questions, you can call me there." Cherry completely ignored my tone.

"That's all! Goodbye." Cherry quickly hung up the phone. She probably had no idea that I was completely stunned!

A videotape! Delivered by a special person. I wondered if I had slept with a female spy. I wondered what the contents of the videotape Cherry delivered were?

"Sigh!" I sighed and leaned weakly back in my chair.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and rest, the doorbell rang loudly again. It seemed that fate wasn't giving me any chance to slack off.

I stood up listlessly and slowly walked over to open the door.

"Who is it!" I called out loudly as I walked.

"It's me, Xiao Xin." A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Upon hearing that it was Xiao Xin, I subconsciously checked the time. It was almost noon, which was indeed Xiao Xin's usual time. Every day at this time, Xiao Xin would bring me lunch.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Xiaoxin carrying large bags of things.

"Aren't you going to help?" Xiaoxin shouted as soon as she saw me, "Hurry up and help me carry all these things to the kitchen." I immediately did as she said.

"What are you going to do?" I asked as I helped.

"Cook! Look at you, you always eat bento boxes or instant noodles every day, your life is so abnormal."

"So you'll cook for me, to make me feel better." I took over Xiaoxin's words and hugged her from behind.

"Xiaoxin, you're so good to me." I said with gratitude.

"Stop being so annoying!" Xiaoxin broke free from my embrace, "Hurry up and clean the kitchen, help wash the vegetables. Don't forget, the company's lunch break is only two hours, if you don't hurry, you won't get anything to eat." "

Yes, my dear wife." After hearing Xiaoxin's words, I immediately began to clean the kitchen as she instructed.

Since my parents went back to their hometown in Nantou, I have rarely been in the kitchen. The 40-ping (approximately 13.3 square meters) apartment has become a burden for me. All I need is my room. I imagine this apartment is quite lonely; aside from the occasional friend coming over to play mahjong, it's practically deserted.

After cleaning the kitchen, Xiao Xin kicked me out. She always thinks I'm useless, but I'm happy to relax; I just need to watch TV in the living room and wait for dinner.

I went to the living room and found a brown paper bag on the coffee table. Curious, I opened it and found a videotape inside.

A videotape! I immediately remembered Cherry telling me she'd send me a videotape. Could this be it?!

No way, Cherry doesn't know Xiao Xin. It must be Xiao Xin's! She works at a media company; it might be her work tape!

Just as I was about to put it back on the table, a note fell out of the bag. I read it with curiosity, and I almost fainted. I never imagined the videotape really was from Cherry.

Xiao Xin: I don't know if it's appropriate to address you this way, but considering how close Xiao Ke and I are, I shouldn't be too formal with you.

This videotape is one I brought back from abroad for Xiao Ke; it's a film by the Swedish master director Bergman—The Seventh Seal. Xiao Ke has been complaining about not being able to find this movie, so as his good friend, I naturally made a special effort to find it for him.

You might find it strange that I didn't just send the videotape to Xiao Ke directly. That's because I felt that such a surprise (for Xiao Ke) should be shared between you and him. Also, I wanted to take this opportunity to have Xiao Ke introduce me to you. I'm sure Xiao Ke hasn't mentioned me yet, right? He's probably afraid that I'll say bad things about him to you after we meet.

In short, I look forward to your surprised reactions and getting to know you.

Cherry

, I don't believe the contents of the note, nor do I believe this videotape is Bergman's Seventh Seal. The note is full of lies, and I'm starting to think it's a conspiracy. I remember Cherry's eerie smile back then.

I put the videotape back in the brown paper bag, trying to restore everything to its original state. I did consider hiding it, but wouldn't that clearly indicate there's something wrong with the videotape, or that Cherry and I are having an affair? With Xiaoxin's intelligence, she'd probably deduce that!

So I decided to play it by ear and act according to the contents of the note, but I absolutely cannot watch the videotape with Xiaoxin.

But even so, Xiaoxin still learned of Cherry's existence. I hope Xiaoxin's understanding of Cherry ends here; I don't want any complications to arise in the relationship I've worked so hard to win back.

A little while later, Xiaoxin brought out a steaming hot dish from the kitchen.

"The rice is cooked, hurry up and help bring the dishes out." Xiaoxin looked just like a housewife.

Only at this moment did I truly feel how happy I was. But I also began to fear that this happiness was about to slip away from me.

Cherry's videotape! Although I didn't know what the contents were, my intuition told me that I absolutely couldn't let Xiao Xin know what was on the videotape before me.

"Not bad! It's quite convincing." I tried to remain natural, not letting Xiao Xin notice anything unusual about me.

"I'm actually quite good at cooking." Xiao Xin rolled her eyes at me: "Didn't you know that before?"

Xiao Xin's words made me break out in a cold sweat. She had cooked at my house just the day before yesterday. How could I have forgotten? It seems I need to calm down more.

"That was the day before yesterday! I'm discussing your dishes for today." I smoothly changed the subject, hoping Xiao Xin wouldn't suspect anything.

"That was too abrupt!" Xiao Xin said. Of course, I knew it was too abrupt.

"But I meant to praise you!" I said, "I'm the happiest man in the world."

"You know that's good." Xiao Xin raised an eyebrow, looking smug.

"Eat up!" Xiao Xin urged.

Xiao Xin's cooking skills were impeccable, especially today, as all the dishes on the table were her specialties. But I had absolutely no appetite; the feeling of hunger I had felt before had vanished with that videotape.

My chopsticks listlessly wandered between the plates.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Xin suddenly asked me.

"Hmm!" I didn't know how to react for a moment. "

Hmm what? I'm asking you what's wrong? You look like you have no appetite." Xiao Xin's voice held a hint of reproach in addition to concern.

"Probably the pressure of the deadline!" Although I was a little apprehensive about the question, I still managed to answer smoothly.

"Deadline? Didn't you say you wouldn't touch those boring, low-grade erotic novels anymore?" Xiao Xin's tone suddenly became stern.

Damn it, I was such an idiot, thinking I was handling it so well.

"I'm working hard for a literary award!" I mentally stuck out my tongue.

"There are still literary awards accepting submissions at this hour!" Xiao Xin's expression was full of doubt.

"Of course!" I said confidently, "In Taiwan, there are literary awards to submit to all year round."

"Oh." Xiao Xin's tone seemed to believe me.

"So what kind of story are you going to write this time?" Xiao Xin asked.

"I want to write a story about Christmas." I had already prepared.

"Then good luck!"

"Yes, I will definitely do my best and won't let you down." I thought I would definitely go to hell, and my tongue would definitely be cut out.

But no matter what, it was worth it, because Xiao Xin didn't ask any more questions, and I thought I had probably passed the test.

"By the way, I received a package today from someone named Cherry, and there was a videotape inside."

Xiao Xin's words made me gasp for breath again.

"A videotape!" I forced myself to remain calm. "What kind of videotape?"

"The letter says it's Bergman's Seventh Seal. Who's Cherry? I've never heard you mention her."

"Cherry? She was my elementary school classmate. She went abroad to study a few years ago, and I almost forgot about her." I said, I really wanted to forget Cherry.

"No wonder I've never met her." Xiao Xin said knowingly.

"Hurry up and eat! You have to go back to work later." I reminded Xiao Xin, though I also wanted to get her back to the company so I could deal with this videotape.

"Okay." Xiao Xin nodded vigorously. "I have so much work to do today, I might have to work overtime!" Xiao Xin said.

That's great, this is the only time Xiao Xin has said she has to work overtime, and I actually feel overjoyed.

"Then don't overwork yourself." I suppressed my relief and said with a hint of pity.

"I know." Xiao Xin gave me an expectant look as she said this.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Looking into Xiao Xin's eyes, I felt like she was trying to tell me something.

"Nothing, let's eat!" Xiao Xin's tone seemed nonchalant, but I saw a broad smile behind her rice bowl.

Although it was a smile, it gave me a bad feeling, as if Xiao Xin was planning something shocking. It seemed that the best course of action was to get rid of that videotape as soon as possible, or I would be in big trouble.

Finally, this unpalatable lunch ended. As soon as Xiao Xin stepped out the door, I immediately took out the videotape.

The Seventh Seal! To be honest, I didn't believe what Cherry's note said. To verify this, I put the videotape into the VCR.

The moment the picture appeared, my heart sank. It was an adult film, and the male and female protagonists were Cherry and me. I didn't expect Cherry to have recorded that night's affair in its entirety. I thought this was really troublesome.

However, there was something to be thankful for: Xiao Xin hadn't seen the videotape yet, so perhaps I could still salvage my life and relationship.

My plan was to completely destroy the videotape, then go to a friend's house to copy a Bergman film—any one would do, since Xiao Xin hadn't seen any Bergman films. This way, I could temporarily get away with it, and then I could go and negotiate with Cherry to see what she wanted.

Having made up my mind, I decided to act immediately, because this was a crucial matter, and a slight mistake could lead to complete failure. But it was at this moment that I realized I had forgotten to turn off the VCR.

This might be the last time I watch this tape! I was suddenly drawn to the two naked, intertwined souls on screen, and a pang of reluctance rose in my heart. To be honest, Cherry was truly a captivating woman; making love with her was like eating cherry pie—truly living up to her name. Only this cherry pie contained a deadly poison; I fear I'll never be able to enjoy it again.

I picked up the remote to turn off the VCR, but in that instant, I sensed a shadowy figure behind me

. I quickly turned off the VCR and turned to look. As soon as I turned, I found my neck was immobile—no, my entire body was paralyzed. I was frozen in place

, as if I'd had a stroke. Oh God, the thing I dreaded most had finally happened. "So this is Bergman's masterpiece," Xiao Xin's voice trembled. Her face flushed and paled, her eyes blazing as she stared at me.

I felt terrified, for I had never seen Xiao Xin like this before. I wanted to say something, but for some reason, I couldn't speak.

"Is this your way of commemorating our four-year anniversary?" Xiao Xin struggled to suppress her emotions, which were on the verge of exploding.

What! We've been together for four years? I thought it was only three and a half. No wonder Xiao Xin had that expectant look on her face during dinner today.

"I even took a day off to spend this day with you, I even wanted to surprise you, but I didn't expect..." As Xiao Xin spoke, tears streamed down her face like a broken pearl necklace.

"Huang Xike! You bastard!" Xiao Xin finally broke down, her angry voice seeming to shake everything. Then she took out a bottle of something that looked like red wine from her bag and threw it at me.

With a clang, the bottle hit the wall and shattered. The red liquid splattered like blood on the white wall and slowly flowed to the ground. I wished it was really my blood, I wished Xiao Xin had actually hit me.

"I'm such an idiot." Xiao Xin held her head, as if she was about to faint. "I actually... trusted you so much." Xiao Xin seemed unsteady on her feet.

Seeing this, I immediately stepped forward to help her, but Xiao Xin retreated to the doorway and waved her hand to stop me.

"Don't come any closer!" Xiao Xin shouted. "Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

I stopped, not daring to take another step. I didn't want to upset her any further.

"I never want to see you again, Shui Yuan forever." After saying this, Xiao Xin rushed out the door, and I could only stare blankly as she left.

This whole scene probably lasted less than five minutes, but those five minutes were enough to destroy everything, completely shattering my love.

What could I say? What could I say in my defense? I didn't even have the right to ask Xiao Xin for forgiveness, not even the right to cry out "Oh God!" All I could do was quietly listen to the sound of my heart breaking and silently endure the punishment God had given me.

A sharp ring of the phone broke the silence. I rushed to the phone, hoping to hear Xiao Xin's voice.

"Hello! Xiao Xin?" I said hopefully.

"It's me, Cherry." But the answer shattered all my expectations. That devilish voice made my blood boil.

"It was you," I said through gritted teeth, "This was all your conspiracy, wasn't it? You're too ruthless. Do you even know what you've done?"

"You should be asking yourself that!" Cherry said casually, "I didn't force you to have sex with me!"

Cherry's answer left me speechless, unsure how to react.

"What do you want?" I asked after a moment, finally finding the words.

"I just want my keepsake." Cherry's tone remained calm.

"You've already taken my love, isn't that enough?" I was furious, wanting to tear her to pieces.

"Don't be so angry," Cherry said with a smile.

"You can still laugh?" I roared.

"I don't need to take responsibility for your love. In fact, you broke your promise to Xiaoxin, so you're the one who should be responsible, not me. Of course, it's not me who took your love. I can't bear such accusations." Every word Cherry spoke pierced my heart.

"Okay, so what exactly are you planning to do?" I regained my composure.

"I told you, I'm just here to get my souvenir," Cherry said.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You'll find out when you come to me. I'll tell you what souvenir I want then," Cherry said.

"I don't want to see you again!"

"But I do!" Cherry laughed. "Anyway, these are my rules of the game. I advise you to abide by them, otherwise, if the game gets out of control, I can't guarantee the consequences."

"You're threatening me!" A nameless anger ignited in my heart.

"Right!" Cherry said, seemingly unconcerned. "I don't care what you think. I'll just tell you one thing: my address is No. 22, Lane 15, Fuyang Street. That's it. Finally, I remind you, you'd better follow these rules of the game, or you'll be responsible for the consequences." After saying this, Cherry immediately hung up the phone.

I slammed the phone down. That Cherry is a pervert. Judging from her tone, it's as if she had planned everything all along. That's right, she designed this game, and I'm hopelessly addicted to it.

I'm not resigned to this, I'm not resigned to being manipulated like this. At least I have to teach Cherry a lesson, even if it's just cursing her to her face, I'd feel satisfied. With that in mind, I decided to go to Cherry's place as promised. I vowed to let Cherry know the consequences of messing with me.

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V.

How should I describe the feeling this building gave me? I'd say it was somewhat eerie! Although the exterior of the house wasn't particularly strange, it felt like it was emanating an unpleasant aura.

Like a tomb! And the kind of mass grave.

Because of this feeling, I lingered outside Cherry's house for quite a while. To be honest, the anger I had initially felt seemed to have been defeated by the aura emanating from this house.

I shook my head, trying to forget this pathetic emotion. Fuyang Street is in Liuzhangli! Everyone knows this place is a big tomb! I think I was terrified by the legendary story, and besides, I'd be a disgrace to myself if I didn't settle this score with Cherry.

With that thought, I mustered my courage and rang the doorbell, but the door opened at the same moment. I stood frozen in the doorway like a frightened child.

"Could Cherry know it's me?" I thought to myself. It was possible, since she had invited me here a long time ago. If that were the case, then it seemed Cherry had calculated that I would definitely come.

The thought of her scheming filled me with rage, and fueled by that anger, I stormed inside without hesitation.

The moment I stepped through the gate, before even venturing into the courtyard, another door opened, and for a moment I felt as if I were on the bridge of the USS Enterprise.

Without hesitation, I entered the house. Cherry didn't appear; instead, I was greeted not only by darkness but also by a rather unpleasant smell, somewhat similar to the smell of the old school labs.

Preservatives! I remembered; the labs used to be filled with specimens, and I vaguely recalled the bottles of frogs and snakes preserved in preservatives displayed in the showcase.

I groped my way forward in the darkness and the smell of preservatives. Fortunately, it was still daytime, so there was still some light to guide my eyes; if it were night, I probably would have fled.

Finally, I found the light switch, and the entire room instantly brightened. The first image that appeared before me was a complete human skeleton. I was immediately startled and took a step back.

With a thud, I felt like I bumped into something. I looked back and saw another skeleton. I almost burst into tears. This was truly a creepy house.

After regaining my balance, I took a deep breath. I couldn't back down now. After a while, my emotions gradually calmed down, which was crucial. In such a strange place, the worst thing was to scare myself.

Once I was calm, I began to survey my surroundings. Judging from the layout, this was probably a living room, but it was arranged like a biology lab. Directly in front of me was a huge diagram of human anatomy. What struck me as odd was that it only showed the male part, missing the female. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a tear on the left side of the diagram. Presumably, the female part had been torn off, but why only the male part? Perhaps it was Cherry's fetish! What a strange woman.

On either side of the huge male anatomy diagram were diagrams of the various body parts, from head to toe, including various organs. I also noticed red lines drawn on these diagrams, roughly following the muscle lines, like cutting marks. The thought sent a chill down my spine.

I looked away and saw countless glass jars of various sizes on the right side of the room, seemingly containing something. I almost collapsed to the floor when I looked closer. These jars, of varying sizes, contained various human organs and limbs; the smell of preservatives was coming from there.

The sight was utterly disgusting, especially the three eyeballs—huge spheres with countless tiny blood vessels visible in the whites, and protruding black pupils. The whole thing felt absurd and bizarre, yet it also exuded a kind of beauty—a cruel, nauseating beauty, amplified by the refraction of the liquid.

While everyone may have some collecting hobbies, I had absolutely no interest in what Cherry collected.

Of course, these jars also contain other human remains, mostly limbs, especially hands—I'd guess over ten! I find it hard to believe that human specimens can be made with such detail, even down to the palm lines. It's hard to know whether to admire it or find it disgusting. But this cross-section is incredibly realistic! It almost looks like the severed blood vessels are gushing blood! I think it's probably made from a dead person's body! Otherwise, how could it be so lifelike? Using dead bodies as specimens is a fetish I find unacceptable.

I was about to look away, as the scene wasn't exactly pleasant. But then, in that instant, I saw a long, thin object resting quietly in a bottle filled with preservatives. I looked closer—it looked like a penis!

Sure enough, on the bottle's seal, I saw the characters for "male phallus." It seems this Cherry is even more low-class than I thought; wasn't she satisfied enough in bed? She even collects specimens! But just then, I noticed that besides the words "phallus" on the seal, there was a line of smaller print below it. I examined it closely and discovered it was a string of numbers—1996.12.19.

I thought this must be the manufacturing date! Suddenly, I wondered if all the specimens had manufacturing dates. So I examined each jar one by one.

Sure enough, every jar had a manufacturing date, and all within the last three years. I never imagined Cherry's human collection was so "fresh."

Besides that, I also discovered something else: seven jars were empty, and the seals on the lids next to them were labeled with the names of eyes, fingers, tongue, teeth, lips, brain, and phallus. The dates were all today. I guess Cherry is getting a new batch of specimens today! For some reason, these empty bottles gave me a stronger feeling than the ones containing specimens I'd just seen. It was like a chill seeped directly into my skin, giving me goosebumps all over.

I'd been here for a while now, and I still hadn't seen Cherry. This hospitality was terrible. Since she wouldn't show up, I'd dig her out; I was definitely going to settle this score.

I noticed a staircase leading upstairs in the corner of the living room. Maybe she was upstairs! I decided to go check it out.

After navigating the long, dark staircase, I entered a room the same size as the downstairs living room. However, it felt much better here; at least it was brighter, and there weren't any strange decorations.

But I still didn't see Cherry. Then, just as I was looking around, the television on the coffee table suddenly started displaying an image. This startled me, because when I first came in, the TV screen was completely black. Even if there were mechanisms everywhere, I hadn't touched anything since I entered, so it couldn't have been because of moving anything that the TV turned on. Could this place be haunted?

Hmph! I sneered. Besides Cherry playing tricks, there was probably no other possibility!

After the color bar disappeared from the TV screen, it was replaced by a rather pleasantly decorated room. This room looked familiar. Just as I was trying to remember, Cherry entered the frame wearing a robe that barely covered anything, and then a man rushed forward and tackled her to the bed.

Seeing this scene, I immediately understood the program being shown—Cherry and her men. Although somewhat disdainful, I couldn't help but take a second look. This man looked very strong; when he lifted Cherry's waist with one hand, the muscles in his arm clenched tightly. Perhaps confident in his own body, the man entered Cherry's body almost without any foreplay.

Cherry's features contorted into a blur as he entered.

I imagine Cherry was in a lot of pain! Being shoved into a vagina without any lubrication, the intense friction would be a nightmare for any woman.

The man's movements were extremely rough; he thrust in and out of Cherry's vagina with tremendous force, or rather, he pounded into her. He pressed his palms directly onto Cherry's full breasts, seemingly using these rounded peaks as a support for his movements, thus completely flattening Cherry's originally ball-like breasts.

The man continued his wild penetration into Cherry's vagina. Each thrust froze Cherry's expression; she frantically grabbed her hair, her face covered in sweat, perhaps mixed with tears.

I couldn't hear anything. I tried turning the volume up, but it was useless; the volume control was practically nonexistent. I sighed in disappointment because Cherry's wide-open mouth on the screen made me want to hear what she was making.

The man's strength didn't diminish with time; instead, it seemed to inversely increase, and I even suspected he was using more force. Each thrust felt like he was taking Cherry to heaven, her body moving upwards with each stroke. I started to worry about whether the bed could withstand the man's intense onslaught, because it had begun to shake. If there was any sound, I imagined the bed would creak, perhaps louder and more alluring than Cherry's moans.

I noticed the man's expression was extremely ferocious, as if he wasn't having sex, but waging war. Perhaps he used Cherry's body as a battlefield, and his penis as a weapon to conquer it, but even so, I instinctively felt that Cherry was still the victor in this battle, because I saw her satisfied smile.

Perhaps the man realized this too! Because he began to change positions. This time, he used brute force to lift Cherry completely into the air, and he slowly carried her (his penis still firmly inside Cherry's vagina) towards the wall. Once Cherry's body was pressed tightly against the wall, he began to "pump" again. Cherry's legs were tightly wrapped around the man's thick waist, and her hands were fiercely gripping the man's hair.

I seemed to be able to hear the man's low growls and Cherry's high-pitched moans. Watching the man's strong body and Cherry's almost dessert-like body making love, I suddenly had a strange feeling. This feeling was not entirely sexual excitement, but rather an appreciation of violence, somewhat like watching a John Woo movie. Because these two were not making love, but simply having sex! They expressed their sexual desire through intense physical actions, as if they were raping each other.

Then the scene shifts to the same room, where Cherry appears with another man, and another sex scene unfolds, but this one is noticeably different from the previous one. First, this man is very refined, unlike the burly man from before. In particular, his physique possesses a feminine elegance; if it weren't for the significant difference in their genitals, I might mistake him for a woman.

The scene of him making love with Cherry is exquisite, or rather, interesting. He acts entirely according to the plot of a Japanese adult film, a complete rote recitation. But I have reason to believe that this style he learned from adult films must make a woman feel comfortable. He so meticulously "takes care" of every inch of Cherry's skin, as if Cherry were truly a cherry pie.

Cherry's body sways with the man's tongue, like an eel. However, this man's tongue is quite impressive; just watching him move his reed-like tongue up and down Cherry's body is truly admirable.

However, this man's skill was limited to his tongue. When he slowly entered Cherry's body, Cherry's reaction was clearly not as excited as when he licked her. Although the man was very good at controlling the speed and kept changing positions, it didn't feel as impactful as the previous scene.

But I also believe Cherry was being served very comfortably, because I was just an observer, while Cherry was directly involved. However, if the TV's sound system were working, I think my perception might change, because these kinds of scenes need sound to assist them!

If the burly man represented the power of sex, then this guy represents technique. I was somewhat looking forward to what the next scene would convey.

After the scene faded out, a youthful face appeared. I thought it must be a boy! This was the first time this tape had featured such a subjective shot; the previous two scenes didn't have such close-ups.

As the camera moved, I noticed that the boy's hands were tied to the sides of the headboard. The boy's body appeared very thin, making it seem like he was still developing. After a period of violent shaking, Cherry finally appeared on the television. I think she was the one who had just filmed!

Once the image stabilized, Cherry slowly climbed onto the boy's body like a leopard. I could almost see the boy's expectant expression. Cherry began to "devour" her prey, sometimes wild and rough, sometimes gentle and tender, her lips and tongue lightly roaming over the boy's body. And the boy? He closed his eyes and enjoyed it all, sometimes showing a relaxed expression, sometimes clenching his teeth.

Then Cherry slammed her large breasts against the boy's face. The boy shook his head, seemingly enjoying these full breasts, which swelled up as they were pressed against his face.

After a few minutes of this, Cherry removed her breasts, and the boy's face turned pale; he must have almost suffocated! I couldn't help but laugh. Cherry's hands slid over the boy's body. I found it strange because the boy's expression was so pained, and he was muttering incoherently. Upon closer inspection, I realized that Cherry's fingernails had drawn red lines on the boy's chest. I could certainly imagine the pain.

Then Cherry straddled the boy's body, and his penis was already erect and waiting. At the moment of penetration, I felt that the boy, not Cherry, was the one experiencing the most pleasure. But when Cherry began to move up and down, they both seemed to enter a state of ecstasy.

But what followed was entirely Cherry's performance. She wildly rode on the boy, moving up and down like a cowboy. Cherry frantically extracted pleasure from the boy, wantonly playing with his body. The boy's initial excitement turned into a state of bewildered embarrassment. Perhaps he realized he was becoming a toy for a crazy woman! From his expression, I could tell that he didn't really enjoy being Cherry's toy.

This scene and feeling seemed familiar. Ah, I remember now, this is just like what Sharon Stone did to Michael Douglas in "The Sixth Sense." I never thought such a classic scene would actually appear before my eyes. If Cherry hadn't exposed my affair with her, I might have admired her, even considered her a model of the women's movement. I've always believed that if the feminist movement is to make any progress, those pointless moralistic notions should be discarded, especially regarding sex.

"Ah!" I suddenly remembered that the reason I felt familiar with the room in the tape wasn't because of the standardized hotel rooms, but because I had actually been there. So this is where Cherry slept with all the men. No wonder the scene of me having sex with her was filmed.

Thinking about this, my anger surged again. If she hadn't secretly filmed this tape, I wouldn't have fallen out with Xiao Xin. Just thinking about her bringing up her moralistic views on one-night stands makes me think she's utterly shameless.

Right, I came here to settle scores with her, not to see her record, even though the tape was indeed quite exciting.

"What's wrong? Was my show not good?" It was her voice; she finally showed up.

"Hmph!" I sneered, "Maybe the lead actress is terrible. She always repeats the same actions over and over again, and her lines are just a few meaningless notes. Tell me, what's so good about watching a show like this?" I followed the sound and found Cherry standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Heh, heh." Cherry laughed. "But the male leads all seem to like the way the female leads act." She walked towards me and reached out to gently stroke my face.

"I remember you used to like it too," she said with a smile.

"Don't do that," I said, brushing her hand away unhappily. "I didn't come here to flirt with you." I looked at her coldly, but there was no fear in her eyes, only a kind of confidence that was extremely annoying.

"I understand," she said. "You came here for revenge." She sat down, a cigarette in her hand.

"I want to ask you why you sent that videotape?" I cut to the chase immediately, no more rambling.

"Why did you sleep with me?" Cherry retorted coldly. I admit that this hit me where it hurt, and for a moment I didn't know how to react.

Cherry chuckled softly, "Too embarrassed to say? Then I'll do it for you. Because you wanted to have sex, and there just happened to be a woman who attracted you, and she wanted sex too, so you thought you had a chance and took advantage of it."

Cherry exhaled a puff of smoke, making her expression even more sinister.

"And the reason I sent the videotape to Xiaoxin was out of a woman's duty to her compatriots." Cherry's tone was cold.

"But you ruined my love!" I roared, "Don't you understand how serious the consequences will be?"

"I think you've used the wrong subject, novelist! Such grammatical errors are not allowed."

Cherry looked smug, "First of all, let me correct what you just said. It should be 'you ruined your love,' and 'you should understand how serious the consequences will be.'"

Faced with Cherry's eloquent arguments, I was speechless.

"Don't blame me for breaking my promise, because you broke your promise to Xiaoxin too. We both broke the rules, so you have no right to question me." Cherry's words grew increasingly sharp, leaving me speechless.

"But I paid a price." I finally managed to think of a sentence.

"So you want me to pay a price too?" Cherry laughed again. To be honest, her smile made me very uncomfortable; I really wanted to punch her.

"Poor man!" Cherry sighed. "Do you still think this is ancient times? Do you still think it's an era where women should always obey men? Xiao Ke, such naive thinking will kill you."

"Don't label me a chauvinist," I said. "And don't pretend to be a defender of women's rights; you're just indulging in the game you've set up."

"I don't deny that," Cherry spread her hands, looking indifferent.

I originally wanted to teach Cherry a lesson, but after being repeatedly rebuked by her, I ended up making a fool of myself. The saying "Don't mess with a bear or a tiger, don't mess with someone like Chacha" is indeed true.

"If I were you, I would kneel before Xiaoxin for months until she forgives me, but you choose to come here and blame me, which is ridiculous. However, your behavior and reaction are within my expectations, and only in this

way can the game continue," Cherry said calmly.

"Game!" I widened my eyes. "I came here to tell you, go to hell with your game! I don't want to waste any more time with you." Cherry's words reminded me that the most important thing now is to get Xiaoxin to forgive me, not to keep arguing with Cherry here.

However, just as I was about to turn around and leave, a door slammed shut at the bottom of the stairs, completely blocking my way.

"What do you mean by this?" I turned around and angrily questioned Cherry, but then I realized that Cherry was already gone.

Damn it, what kind of place is this? There are so many traps here. I started to wonder if this was really Taipei.

"I told you the game isn't over yet, and you have an obligation to bring it to a close." It was Cherry's voice, but it sounded distorted, so I was certain it was coming from a loudspeaker. She was probably hiding somewhere in the house, or even watching my reaction with a small video camera.

"Damn it, what do you want?" I was genuinely angry.

"You shouldn't be so rude to a lady." Cherry's distorted voice echoed in the room.

"What do you want me to do?" I yelled.

"Have you forgotten about the souvenir?" Cherry said.

But just as I was about to answer, a smell suddenly filled the room. Before I could even identify the smell, my consciousness began to fade. As I weakly closed my eyes, I saw Cherry's smiling face flash on the TV screen, smiling sweetly at me…

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