Almost got into a car accident over a pair of underwear.

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Last night, after making love with Zhou Jiayi, she suddenly asked me, "Does what you said about wanting to write an erotic novel still count?"
At that moment, I was wiping a drop of semen from my glans with her wet wipe. The cold wipe touching my still-erect penis sent a shiver down my spine. I thought to myself, "Why the hell do I tell this little bitch everything?" I smiled but didn't answer. I got up, grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table, took a couple of sips, and gestured with my chin, asking Zhou Jiayi if she wanted some. She looked a little disappointed, but still smiled, and turned her head away, gazing at the dim lights of the office buildings outside the window.
"Of course I will. Why shouldn't I?" I said coquettishly, bringing my head close to her chest, noticing a small patch of semen between her breasts.
"Why shouldn't I write? You'll have to ask yourself," Zhou Jiayi said, still looking out the window. It looked like it was about to snow; the air seemed to freeze. I kept staring at the small patch of semen between her breasts, wondering if I should get up and get a tissue to wipe it off for her, or, well, I hadn't tasted my own semen yet. She looked out the window for a while, then turned back to look at me, half-jokingly saying, "You write well, and I'll be your first reader. If even I like it, then the novel is good. In that case, I'll translate it into English, French, and German and publish it worldwide. We'll be rich."
"You know German?" I teased, dipping my finger in the small patch of semen, which had already liquefied somewhat. That was my third ejaculation tonight; during the climax, I felt like I was shooting my soul out.
"Nonsense! Asch!" She then said two more things I didn't understand; later she said it was a swear word.
"Okay!" I nodded firmly, wiping the semen on my index finger onto the hotel pillow. Zhou Jiayi shifted her body upwards, cupping my face with satisfaction, and said, "Alright, my great erotic writer, now how are you going to get rid of this semen on my breasts?" I looked at her with some surprise, inwardly cursing; this little vixen was getting aroused again.
"Lick it clean!" she said in an unquestionable tone, then pressed my face between her breasts. I stuck out my tongue and licked the semen into my mouth; it tasted a little salty, a little fishy, but also a little sweet.
My fingers touched her nipples, feeling them harden again. "Fuck me!" Zhou Jiayi exhaled and said.
On the airport expressway, my phone rang. I glanced at it; it was Zhou Jiayi. Immediately, the expression on Zhou Jiayi's face during our last time having sex flashed into my mind—like someone who had traveled the world, exhausted yet utterly satisfied. My penis pounded inside her vagina, her left hand kneading her breasts, her right hand stroking her clitoris, calling my name, and then she climaxed. During the final sprint, she looked at me with a dreamy expression and said in French, "mon dieu, beau gar?on..."
Thinking of this, I became distracted. The windshield reflected Zhou Jiayi's slightly closed eyes as she enjoyed her climax. I blinked hard, and in the next second or so, I realized my car had long since veered off the road and was hurtling towards the median at 90 kilometers per hour (yes, I even glanced at the speedometer). Then, I instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror—no cars. Immediately, I turned the steering wheel to the left, the car swaying violently. My mind was already conjuring up the worst possible outcome: tonight, I'd give Li Tong the excuse of meeting a client at the Changfugong Hotel. Although I really was at the Changfugong Hotel, I'd actually taken Zhou Jiayi from the entrance hall to the bathtub, then to the bed, the desk, and even the closet in the bedroom. I can almost guarantee that I still smell Zhou Jiayi's perfume on my neck, that the birthday gift she gave me is on the passenger seat, and that I still have her bodily fluids on my penis. If an accident happens, after ruling out murder, the police will find traces of Zhou Jiayi on my body and in the car. They will tell my wife without hesitation: "Your husband is having an affair; we found another woman's traces on him." This would be equivalent to Li Tong's image of her devoted husband, who worked tirelessly for the family day and night, being pushed into an abyss.
I can't die! I made up my mind.
All of this happened in just over a second. Based on my understanding of this car's 60,000+ kilometers, I turned the steering wheel to the right again, silently prayed, and slammed on the gas. The seat jerked against my back, and the 2011 June Saab 9-5 wagon roared forward like a bull. After swaying from side to side, it finally straightened up, and my tears burst forth.
I pulled the car over to the emergency lane, got out, lit a cigarette, and with trembling hands, took out my phone and dialed Zhou Jiayi: "I almost had an accident just now. Remember, don't fucking call me while I'm driving!" I practically yelled the last sentence. There was a
moment of silence on her end, then she said calmly, "I just wanted to remind you that you put my underwear in your suit pocket. Remember to throw it away before you get home." She paused for two seconds, then hung up.
I gasped for breath, sliding down the car door, took two more deep drags on my cigarette, and reached into my suit pocket. My fingers touched the soft, distinctive feel of women's underwear, and a small damp stain. I closed my eyes, remembering how I had pinned Zhou Jiayi down in the entryway as soon as she walked in, and that's when I must have casually pulled off the underwear and put it in my suit pocket.
I sent Zhou Jiayi a WeChat message: Thank you, I'm home.
She immediately replied: Okay.
I stubbed out my cigarette, looked at the lights of my neighborhood already appearing in the distance, and got back into the car.
Seeing me open the door looking dazed, Li Tong didn't suspect anything, as I usually came home like this. She was wearing a silk nightgown, and I could see she wasn't wearing a bra underneath; the outlines of her nipples were faintly visible. She took slippers from the shoe cabinet and tossed them in front of me. I hung my coat on the hanger and went into the living room in my suit. The TV was playing "The Voice of China," I didn't know which episode it was, and I walked through the living room straight to the bathroom.
"I made you chicken soup, it's in the kitchen. I'm going to watch TV in the bedroom," Li Tong said outside the bathroom. I mumbled a reply as I washed my face at the sink. I heard Li Tong's slippers enter our bedroom, and I almost collapsed in the bathroom. For about half a minute, Zhou Jiayi's body in the hotel and the terrifying scene on the way there were still flashing before my eyes. Then I realized my penis was getting engorged; I was hard again.
I pulled Zhou Jiayi's panties from my suit pocket, put them on my penis, and started masturbating. I imagined myself in the bathroom at home, having sex with Zhou Jiayi from behind. Her skin was as smooth and white as ice cream; her hair was loose, and I could clearly smell Dior perfume on her neck. Her hands were on the sink, and her breasts hung naturally, swaying rhythmically back and forth with my thrusts. She was speaking her favorite lewd words in German and French, then touching her clitoris and orgasming…
I glanced down. My tired penis had only ejaculated some almost transparent liquid onto Zhou Jiayi's silk panties, which quickly seeped in, turning into an ugly stain of semen, looking like a thin, weak wild beast curled up in a corner.
I calmed my breathing, then crumpled up the silk panties stained with my semen, threw them in the trash, and then crumpled up some toilet paper to cover them. From the outside, you couldn't tell that there was a woman's panties under the toilet paper. Then I took a shower, dried myself off, threw my dirty clothes into the washing machine, and went back to the living room to glance at the clock: 1:35 AM. I went to the bedroom to say goodnight to Li Tong; she was still watching TV.
Then I went back to the study, turned on the computer, created a new document, and began writing the first sentence of this novel: Last night, after making love with Zhou Jiayi, she suddenly asked me, "Does what you said about wanting to write an erotic novel still count?"

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