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My Life Diary 

"Sir, could you please show us your ID?" They saw me and greeted me politely.

My scalp tingled, but I calmly handed them my ID. I wasn't an illegal immigrant from mainland China; I figured they had no proof and couldn't cause me any trouble. I just hoped they'd finish quickly and let me leave.

Just as the policeman was about to return my ID, his walkie-talkie crackled with a call for backup, describing my clothes and build in perfect detail.

I stared at him awkwardly—it was me! What should I do? Assault a policeman again and try to escape? Oh no! I'm facing uniformed policemen with guns!

I don't want to make a mistake; I don't want to go to jail.

Upstairs, I could have claimed I didn't know they were police, thought it was a honey trap, and acted in self-defense! Now? I could only stand there obediently, watching the two men at the door pull out their guns, ready to stop me from making any sudden moves.

I raised my hands in surrender. I didn't want to be shot. I wouldn't move, and they couldn't do anything to me. Everything would be discussed at the police station and in court!

After a while, the three men upstairs finally came down in the elevator.

Seeing them stagger out of the elevator, I felt truly sorry. Both of them had been injured by my feet, both in their groin areas. One had been kicked by a large foot, and the other poked by a small foot. They both glared at me with resentment.

"I didn't know you were really police officers!" I said apologetically, repeatedly apologizing.

My sophistry left them speechless! Several other uniformed officers also came upstairs and arrested several couples who were making a transaction. I hoped I hadn't caused their arrests.

We got into a van together. She sat in the front, turning around every now and then to glare at me, her teeth clenched, as if she wanted to devour me, which terrified me.

The thought of how she would deal with me at the police station, her territory, sent chills down my spine!

At the police station, I vehemently denied engaging in prostitution. I claimed I attacked them because I thought they were setting a trap and trying to extort money; it was purely an act of self-defense.

Thanks to the success of Taiwan's democratic and rule-of-law education over the past few decades, no matter how much they hated me, even if they wanted to tear me apart, they couldn't torture me to extract a confession; I was still safe.

A male officer took my statement, but since I denied everything, he had no choice but to ask her to take my statement.

It was then, from the calls of her colleagues, that I learned her name was He Liling (I changed my name to protect her; I apologize in advance if there is any resemblance to her!). She sat down next to me, carrying her bag, and her eyes frightened me. I thought she must hate me to death!

I lowered my head, not daring to look her in the eye. I felt a deep sense of guilt and love for her. Like a child who had made a mistake, I bowed my head and admitted my wrongdoing.

She glared at me, snorted, and said, "Hurry up and confess. I have evidence to indict you. You'd better just confess obediently!" Then, she opened her purse and took out a voice recorder.

When she opened her purse, I glimpsed a small walkie-talkie, a small wallet (probably for ID and some money), a lipstick, a small powder compact (honestly, she was beautiful enough without makeup), and two sets of keys—one smaller, like a drawer key, and the other larger, like a door key. I didn't see car or motorcycle keys; I guessed she must live near the police station, or maybe parking is difficult in Taipei, and she took the MRT or bus. She took out

the voice recorder and played it, but unfortunately, there was no sound. Since I was in the hotel, I had already erased the recording.

She was stunned. The evidence she had worked so hard to bring up to prosecute me was gone. I looked down at my surroundings; the others were gone, leaving only her and me.

"I'm sorry! I really like you. Please let me go! I'll take responsibility, I promise I won't tell anyone!" I pleaded softly.

I kept begging, and she knew what I meant. Her eyes reddened slightly after hearing my plea, but she bit her lip, snorted, and got up to walk to another room.

I thought, this is it! It seems I can't escape going to court! I think she'll only be satisfied if she kills me; my future is ruined.

As she left her seat, I hardened my heart, thinking, since you're determined to destroy me, I'll destroy you too. I secretly opened her bag, took the key to the door, and put it in my pocket.

She came back with another voice recorder, which I guessed belonged to the burly policeman.

She played the recording, and I only heard the part about entering the hotel room. All I heard was my shout, "Don't try to set me up like a cop !" The rest were just insignificant sounds of bumping and groaning. Then, I heard her calling out to her colleagues from inside the bathroom…

"He locked me in the bathroom, but I'm awake now! You don't need to come in to rescue me, quickly call my colleagues for backup and stop him!" I heard her say this to her colleagues.

Hearing this, I knew she truly hated me; she would never let me go, even trying to grab me while I was still asleep in the bathroom.

What followed was their later conversation. She denied that I had harmed her in any way. She said that during the arrest, I kicked and bumped her a few times, but she was unharmed.

After all, she was a virgin; how could she tell her colleagues that she had been violated by me? She only said that she was kicked and had some difficulty walking, concealing the fact that I had deflowered her.

Hearing this, her eyes looked a little lost as she gazed into the distance. I didn't know what she was thinking.

After a while, as if she had made up her mind, she transferred me—the first man in her life, the man who had inexplicably and suddenly become her husband—to the district prosecutor's office. She took me to the district prosecutor's office before the prosecutor had even left work.

I was truly indignant. No matter how much I begged her, it was useless. If I hadn't been detained, I would have definitely taken revenge on her!

At the district prosecutor's office, the prosecutor reviewed the statement and asked me many questions.

I insisted that I had only met with a female online friend and had not engaged in prostitution. I also claimed I didn't know they were police officers, and that the recording was favorable to me (of course, I had already erased the unfavorable parts). Besides, I kept saying I mistakenly thought it was a honey trap, that I had encountered bad people, and that I attacked them to escape.

"You're very lucky. Since they didn't bring assault charges, and of course, the evidence for obstructing official duties is insufficient, we won't make a prosecution. You're released in court!" the prosecutor said with a smile.

She didn't mention the sexual assault, and I firmly denied any wrongdoing, so I was released.

Leaving the police station, I quickly found a locksmith, had the entire set of keys copied, and then bought some sleeping pills, four scout ropes, and a black blindfold.

I rushed back to the hotel, gave the keys to the receptionist, and lied to them, saying I found them outside room 302 and that they might have been dropped by the guest in that room.

I went to wait across the street, guessing that when she got home from work and couldn't find the keys, she might come back to the hotel looking for them, perhaps thinking they had been dropped during a fight.

Sure enough, around nine o'clock, I saw her take a taxi back to the hotel to inquire. After getting her keys, she left, and I quickly hailed a taxi and followed her. Sure enough, she got out of the taxi and went into a rental apartment building not far from the police station.

I watched from across the building, wondering which floor and room she lived in.

I bought a brown paper bag at a stationery store and went inside, saying to the manager, "I'm Officer He Liling's colleague. I need to give Officer He some official documents."

"She lives in room 706 on the seventh floor. I'll notify her for you," the older manager told me, mistaking me for a policeman.

"No need, I'll take it up to her," I quickly told him. Just then, a phone rang, and the manager was busy answering it, so he didn't bother me anymore.

I took the elevator directly to the seventh floor. I already knew which room she lived in, so I deliberately walked to the opposite side.

I saw that the small window light in her bathroom was on, and I could vaguely see that someone was taking a shower.

Holding the copied key, I carefully opened her door. I made sure no one was in the living room; it was a small one-bedroom apartment with a small kitchenette, probably rented to single tenants.

I nervously entered and found the room elegantly furnished with a faint, pleasant fragrance.

She was showering; there was a glass of water on the table, seemingly untouched. I dropped a sleeping pill into the water, watched it dissolve, and quickly hid in her closet, using her clothes to cover myself.

Peeking through the gap in the closet, I saw she was showering for a long time, probably feeling I had soiled her pure body and trying to cleanse herself of the humiliation.

Hiding in the closet, my heart pounded. I was terrified of being discovered; if I were found out, I would be dead.

The faint scent of her clothes in the closet eased some of my unease, like being embraced by her. I imagined her clothes as her, indulging my fantasies.

After waiting a long time, I finally saw her come out of the bathroom in her pajamas. I thought she must be exhausted after a long day and such a blow.

I watched her pick up a teacup, drink about a third of the water, and then put the cup down.

I kept praying she would finish the whole cup, but she only drank part of it, which made me even more nervous. I was afraid the dosage of her medication wasn't enough.

She picked up a book, lay down on the bed, and read a few pages before falling asleep.

I knew she had only drunk part of the water, so the dosage wasn't enough. I waited until she was sound asleep before I dared to come out of the closet.

I tied her hands and feet to the bedposts and blindfolded her. I wanted her to only see darkness when she woke up, as if she were still dreaming.

I gently tied her hands and feet into a spread-eagle position and watched her sleep soundly. She was so tired today, and the medication I had given her had taken effect, making her sleep very soundly.

Seeing the sleeping beauty of my dreams, so sweet, even my little brother, who had been hiding in fear that afternoon, stood up and perked up again.

I slowly undressed her, and soon, a fair and beautiful naked sleeping beauty appeared before me. The wish I hadn't fulfilled that afternoon, I was determined to fulfill...

I buried my face between her legs, inhaling and licking with abandon. A fresh, clean scent, like she had just showered, filled my nostrils. Her vulva was closed, with only a small part of her labia minora exposed—it was incredibly beautiful.

I slowly admired and caressed her; I had all night to slowly fulfill my wish.

At this moment, I felt both nervous and excited. Looking at her pink, tender vulva, which I had made slippery from its dryness, her pink nipples also became erect.

Although she was still asleep, she still had all the normal physiological responses, and quite well at that!

Caressing her labia, I slowly and gently touched her small clitoris, and with my caresses, her body trembled slightly.

I was incredibly excited, so I inserted my fingers deep into her warm, moist vagina. I slowly stimulated her G-spot, and her vagina began to contract, as if trying to push my fingers out. Her lower abdomen also arched slightly, so I increased the speed of my finger's thrusts, simultaneously striking her clitoris with my palm.

I continued this rubbing and stimulation, her brow furrowing slightly, her toes curling, her body twisting slightly, her waist arching higher, her chest heaving faster, her breathing becoming more rapid, her mouth slightly open, making "hmm...hmm..." sounds.

Finally, the sounds became clearer, culminating in an "Ahhh!" Her body shuddered, and her vulva gushed out fluid, spraying about six or seven centimeters high. After a few sprays, her body slowly subsided.

Wow! She was squirting like a little whale! This was the first time I'd ever made a girl squirt; I'd only ever seen that in videos. I felt a great sense of accomplishment and excitement.

So, I took off my clothes and used my penis. I quickly inserted it; it was very tight, and I could feel her recently broken hymen rubbing against my penis. I was extremely excited and kept thrusting...

The loud "slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding and the "sizzling" sounds of thrusting filled the room.

I completely ignored her constant writhing below. Her hands were tied, her palms gripping the sheets tightly, her face contorted, red spots appearing on her chest, and her mouth panting like a goldfish suffocating.

"Ahhh...ahhh...hmm...hmm..." sounds kept coming from her mouth.

I couldn't take it anymore; I really wanted to ejaculate! But I was afraid of ejaculating inside her vagina. What if she got pregnant? Wouldn't that kill her? How could she face her family and colleagues?

So, reluctantly, I pulled out my penis, and a thick stream of semen shot onto her lower abdomen.

I took out my digital camera; I wanted to take pictures to remember the occasion. Later, if she has any physical needs, I can take it out and watch her masturbate; that would be quite satisfying!

Then, I went to the bathroom, got some toilet paper and a towel, and dried her off. I then took a teacup, took a big gulp of the medicine, and fed it to her. Perhaps she was thirsty, as she easily drank the rest of the medicine.

After a while, I dared to untie her, retrieve my belongings, and quietly leave.

I thought she would surely sleep soundly until dawn. Moreover, I carefully restored all her clothes; when she wakes up, she might think it was just a wet dream!

Back at my lodgings, I packed my things and headed straight to the airport early the next morning. I needed to get back to the mainland as soon as possible. Although I still had several days of vacation left, I dared not stay long, fearing that if she discovered it was me, I would be finished. Upon returning to the

mainland, I didn't dare go back to the company immediately. I traveled elsewhere for a few days, and only dared to return after my vacation ended.

After some time, as before, I went back to the same chat room, and one day, I found her again. This time, using a different alias, I got her email address and kept sending her emails telling her that I was sorry, that I loved her…

It took me almost two months and hundreds of letters to calm her down. I felt she had developed feelings for me before I dared to return to Taiwan, fearing I'd be arrested the moment I stepped off the plane.

When my three-month vacation arrived, I told her my return date, and she happily offered to pick me up at the airport.

I was overjoyed, so excited I could hardly sleep. But as the plane approached Taiwan, my worries returned. Was it a trap? I feared that instead of flowers, I'd be greeted by handcuffs—my life would be ruined…

But love makes people blind and courageous. Even if I were destroyed by her, I would be willing!

Stepping out of the airport, I was greeted by her smile. I felt a mix of excitement and embarrassment. Remembering everything I'd done to her, I still feared her revenge. A woman's heart is unfathomable; how could I possibly understand it?

Seeing her smile reassured me considerably. As she walked out the door, suddenly, she grabbed my arm. I jumped in fright.

"What! So scared? Afraid I'll handcuff you?" she said with a grin.

I nodded. Honestly, I was terrified, like a frightened bird, or perhaps a guilty conscience.

"Hehe! Come on, let's go to my place. I'll cook you a big meal." My response made her happy, and she laughed heartily.

I truly felt relieved and followed her to her place. We chatted and laughed all the way, like old friends.

Actually, we hadn't known each other for very long, and we'd only met a few times, but I had a very clear understanding of her body!

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