A female factory worker's affair

(I) Origin

I was born in a coal mine, and
everyone knows the importance of coal in a country, so I won't elaborate.

My family was like any other ordinary coal mining family—simple and honest. I have two older
brothers and one older sister, and I am the youngest. As the saying goes, "Emperors love their eldest sons, and commoners love their youngest
," a timeless truth. Therefore, my status in the family was quite predictable.
Whatever I wanted, my parents would grant it. As a result, I ate well,
dressed well, used well, and played well from a young age.

This privileged life made me chubby, with a round body, a round face, and even
round hands. My parents would tell others that I was round and plump, a sign of good fortune.

Unfortunately, everything has its destiny. My life became easier, but my studies at school weren't so
good. Elementary school was a bit easier, but junior high became very difficult. Usually, whenever the teacher called on me
to answer a question, I either didn't know the answer or gave an irrelevant answer, often causing my classmates to burst into laughter
. The teachers talked to me a lot about this, and even my parents. However, I
was completely clueless about subjects like math and science, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't concentrate on studying.

On the other hand, I was quite interested in Chinese, and I was usually the best in my class. Whenever the Chinese teacher
read my essays aloud in class, seeing my classmates' admiring looks made me feel incredibly happy.

Finally, I received my junior high school graduation certificate, and I felt like I was liberated; but my parents
just shook their heads and sighed when they saw it.

I really didn't want to go to school anymore, so I stayed at home, and that's how I stayed for five years.

As everyone knows, coal mines are physically demanding jobs, and they generally only hire male workers, not girls
. Later, after my father retired early in his fifties, I took his place and became a worker at the mine.

Although I wasn't a good student, I still had my share of admirers. The boys especially liked looking at my
face because it was always rosy, and my fair complexion, inherited from my mother,
meant I always attracted attention on the street. The teachers mostly looked at my
chest; being quite voluptuous, it was the largest in the entire grade. What was annoying
was that during PE class, my chest would jiggle wildly when we ran—in today's terms, it was incredibly voluptuous.

Even back in school, I received many notes, some from my classmates and others,
all asking to be friends with me. They respected me,
but I didn't necessarily respect them. Many of them withdrew after I teased them, spreading rumors that I was arrogant. Meanwhile, a
male classmate I secretly liked never passed me a note, which made me feel secretly disappointed.

I hinted at it several times, wanting to talk to him, but he always ignored me. This only made me
more attracted to him. Once, during work, I pressed my soft breasts tightly against him
, but he blushed and pulled away. After that, whenever he saw me, his face would turn bright red—it was
so funny.

Now that I have a job, I'm secure. Next comes dating, marriage, and starting a family.

To be honest, I had almost no feelings about dating. It was just that my parents agreed to a blind date
, and then arranged for me to talk and watch movies with this stranger. After a few meetings, I felt
that this man was a decent person, so I vaguely agreed to his marriage proposal and got a
marriage certificate with him.

I am thirty years old this year, and I have a fairly warm home. My child is over eight years old and is still in the
second grade of elementary school.

As I get older, my body is becoming more and more voluptuous. My face is like a full moon, my body is plump, I have
a pair of high breasts, a large butt, and round thighs. In addition, my big, watery eyes often
sparkle with charm, and I often attract a lot of attention when I walk down the street.

My husband works in the same unit as me, but not in the same department. We live in a coal mine, and as everyone knows, coal mines
are heavy manual labor units, with more men than women.

(II) Job Change

As mentioned before, although I am not good at studying, I managed to get a job by taking over my father's position.

In the coal mines, without a skill, it's difficult to find a good job. Of course, if you're
pretty , you can get by in the office, but the nature of the work is basically being a decorative vase for those men
. The coal mines have a severe male-dominated society, and having a woman in the office is quite a sight to behold.

However, my body became increasingly plump, and although I had a good temper and a soft voice, I didn't gain
the appreciation of officials, high or low. The main reason was that most officials these days were young, and their aesthetic standard favored
slender beauties; they weren't interested in plump women. If it were the Tang Dynasty, I would have been a hot commodity, but now,
it's long past the era of valuing plumpness as beauty.

My final job was assigned to the canteen as a "feeder"—our nickname—and I worked there
for seven or eight years.

The canteen job wasn't easy. To put it bluntly, it was a job of serving people; it was hard, tiring, and prone to causing
rheumatoid arthritis.

Putting all that aside, what I can't stand the most is the workers' sharp tongues, especially some of the slick-tongued
men who come to buy food. If the buns or steamed bread are a little small, they'll say they're not sexy enough; sometimes if there's too much alkali
, and the steamed buns or steamed bread turn yellow, they'll say they're military grade; even worse, some tell us to
make them like our breasts, saying they'll take as many as we have…

It makes you want to explode with anger.

One morning, a young man came to buy breakfast. I asked him, "What do you want?"

He said, "Steamed bread." When I

asked him how many he wanted, he stared at me and said, "Just those two on your chest."

I couldn't take it anymore, so I jumped up and started arguing with him. Who knew that the young man's brother-in-law was a deputy...
The manager, I heard, the deputy manager called the logistics team, found our captain and gave him a good scolding, demanding I
apologize to that scoundrel. The captain even threatened to deduct my bonus. I was furious and argued with the captain, then went home and
cried my eyes out. My husband, after hearing what happened, could only sigh helplessly.

Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining. At this crucial moment, my brother-in-law stepped in. He used his connections to transfer me from my old
unit to my current one.

My brother-in-law's name is Zhou Jimai, and he's a clerk in the mine's labor and personnel department.

Having a brother-in-law like that, one would expect his job to be decent, but I
didn't really like him. He was as thin and long as a cucumber, about
1.75 meters Most importantly, he never looked people in the eye properly; he always squinted, making him look
rather sleazy.

It doesn't matter if a person is good-looking or not, but my brother-in-law's character is said to be quite bad. Before marrying my sister,
he got her pregnant. Otherwise, my parents would have looked down on him. But since it was already a done deal,
and my sister is a rather traditional woman, he became my brother-in-law.

Later, I heard that he was having affairs with other women. My sister confronted him more than once or twice. My
parents shake their heads when they mention him and repeatedly warn us not to be like my sister.

But my brother-in-law seems to treat me very well, often giving me little trinkets. Girls like
these things, so I have a certain fondness for him.

That day, I had no choice but to go to my brother-in-law, thinking he would lend
a hand out of consideration for his long-standing relationship with his sister-in-law…

When I found him and told him what had happened, he immediately started cursing, “These bastards…”

Then, he turned to me, a smile appearing on his face, turned around and closed the office door,
walked to my side, took my hand and sat me on the sofa, saying, “It’s okay, your brother-in-law will help you.”

Seeing his affectionate manner, I felt much more at ease.

I’d heard the saying, “A sister-in-law’s buttocks are half her brother-in-law’s.” And I believed that as long as the brother-in-law
genuinely cared for his sister-in-law, and she reciprocated his feelings, it was perfectly normal. But I
had .

He smiled and said, “Transferring your job isn’t difficult, as long as you’re obedient.” As he spoke, he
took my hand and squeezed it.

My hands are chubby and soft, and my husband loved touching them before we got married. But since we had children, his
interest seems to have shifted; he hasn't seriously held or touched them anymore. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but then
I heard a saying circulating in society: holding your wife's hand is like holding your left hand with your right; holding a prostitute's hand
makes your heart tremble…

I guess that's it. Humans are the strangest creatures. Even the most delicious food becomes tiresome after a while
; and men are the most fickle of all human beings.

My brother-in-law probably feels the same way about me now. However, if he's just touching my
hands, it's not really going too far, and he helped me out, so it's nothing. So,
blushing let him touch and squeeze them as he pleased.

Fortunately, he didn't go too far; he only touched and squeezed for a minute or two before letting go.

He picked up the phone on the table, dialed a few times, found the section chief, and quickly
settled my job transfer. He then told me that I could go to the personnel group at the wellhead the next day to complete the transfer procedures.

My job transfer was finally successful.

To thank my brother-in-law for his hard work, I took a day off, cooked a few dishes, and invited my brother-in-law's family over for dinner.

My brother-in-law has a son who is studying away from home and only comes home during holidays; he usually lives at school. Therefore,
it was just my sister and brother-in-law who came.

Although my sister looks similar to me, we are seven or eight years apart, and she doesn't look as
good as me. Her face is sallow, her eyes have long lost their lively sparkle, and she is hunched over, looking like she has a bitter and resentful
expression.

As the saying goes, it's not that you don't know the goods, it's that you don't compare them. The difference between my sister and me standing there was immediately apparent. Seeing my brother-in-law's
eyes lingering on me, I felt a smug sense of superiority. That 's how women are
; when they receive affirmation in a man's eyes,
they feel incredibly pleased, even if it's just the two sisters comparing themselves, they still feel a sense of pride.

I was humming a little tune as I busied myself, and my sister, unaware of my thoughts, came over to help me.

Dinner had only been going on for a short while when my sister finished eating. She didn't drink, saying she was going home to wait for
a call from her son who was studying in another city.

So, it was just my husband, brother-in-law, and me eating.

My husband and brother-in-law drank, and in no time, they had finished a bottle of Xifeng Daqu (a 　　type of strong liquor). My husband's face was flushed,
and he sat down, panting heavily, while my brother-in-law kept saying there wasn't enough . So, I brought out another bottle. My brother-in-law poured himself a glass, took a satisfying sip, smacked his lips, and exclaimed how good the liquor was. He turned to me and said, "Little sister, why don't you have a drink with me?" 　　My husband smiled and said, "Yes, you can have a drink with your brother-in-law." 　　Seeing that my husband agreed, I readily agreed, filled my brother-in-law's glass, and then filled mine as well. 　　I don't usually drink much, but when I do, I can hold my liquor. 　　I raised my glass and clinked it against my brother-in-law's: "Brother-in-law, a toast to you." Then 　　I downed 　　half of it in one gulp. My brother-in-law was astonished: "Little sister, you have a good capacity for alcohol!" He then downed half of his own in one go. 　　I exclaimed, "No, I have to drink it all in 　　one go!" My brother-in-law said, "Okay, let's 　　drink together." And so, my brother-in-law and I began to drink together, clinking glasses. 　　After we finished the rest of our drinks, I looked at my husband, who had already gone inside and fallen asleep; I looked at my brother-in-law, whose face was flushed, but he was still relatively sober. He offered to help me clear the table, but I glanced at him and said we'd do it tomorrow; we should watch TV for now. 　　We got up and walked to the living room together. Perhaps because I had drunk too much, I staggered and almost fell, but my brother-in-law caught me, and we nestled together on the sofa.

Suddenly, I had to pee, and I couldn't hold it in no matter what I did. I tried to stand up, but I just couldn't. I panicked and
said to my brother-in-law, "I need to pee."

He said, "I'll go get Ah Shen to help you (my husband's name is Lin Yongshen, nickname Ah Shen)."

He went to our bedroom, looked around, and came out saying, "Oh no, Ah Shen's fast asleep."

I panicked; the urine was about to burst forth, and I was about to embarrass myself in front of my brother-in-law. So,
I forgot all about being shy and whispered, "Help me to the bathroom."

Following my brother-in-law's warm hand, we went to the bathroom; but I felt weak all over, and my hands were too weak to
move. I tried to unbutton my pants for a long time, but I couldn't. I could only look helplessly
at my brother-in-law.

Seeing my discomfort, he understood. So, he put one arm around my body, used the
other to unbutton my pants, and helped me pull my underwear down to my ankles. I then sat down...
Finally , the urge to urinate reached the toilet, and the urine splattered into the bowl with a crisp, rapid sound.
For no apparent reason, I recalled the famous line from the poem, "Large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate." I completely forgot that my brother-in-law was right there beside me.

Finally, having relieved myself, I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to stand up, but my body was still weak
and I couldn't. My brother-in-law came over and helped me up, then bent down and pulled up my pants.
Come on .

I don't know if I was drunk or sober, but I felt my brother-in-law's hand lightly touch my
buttocks , it was ticklish and tingly. I looked up at him and found that his eyes were red as he stared at me. I
felt embarrassed and quickly lowered my head. I noticed that my brother-in-law's trousers were erect, like a
wooden stick pressing against them. I was too embarrassed to look again and turned my head away.

With my brother-in-law's help, I went back to the living room and continued watching TV.

This time, because of what had just happened, we were no longer shy and snuggled together intimately.
My brother-in-law took my hand and started to caress and knead it. My body was gradually getting hot, and my heart was pounding
. I had a premonition that something was going to happen tonight.

My brother-in-law hugged me and then pressed his face against mine. When I didn't pull away, he reached out
and caressed my breasts. I felt a ticklish and tingling sensation under my bra, which felt very comfortable, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
A soft moan escaped my lips; I was about to urge my brother-in-law to continue, but he didn't. He withdrew his hand,
kissed me lightly on the lips, and said, "You rest well, I'm leaving."

With that, he opened the door and walked out without looking back.

I was completely bewildered, unable to understand what had happened that night. Only the warmth of his
touch lingered on my chest, and a trace of saliva remained on my lips
.

The next afternoon, I went home from work. About half an hour later, my brother-in-law arrived, saying he wanted to see me.

My husband hadn't come home from work yet; it was just the two of us.

Thinking back to last night, though hazy, it still made me feel ashamed and embarrassed. I poured a glass of water for
him and quickly left.

He smiled, placed the glass on the coffee table, and pulled me to sit on the sofa.

"Little sister, last night I..."

he stammered, unable to finish.

"What happened last night?" I asked.

"Sigh, I shouldn't have touched you last night. I'm sorry."

"I can't remember anything from last night," I vehemently denied.

"You don't remember?" my brother-in-law asked, surprised.

"Yeah." Though I tried my best to deny it, the truth was undeniable—I was drunk, but my mind was still clear—unless he didn't want
to admit it.

"Sigh, you wouldn't believe it. After your pants came down, your skin was so white, smooth, and soft, it
was indescribable; so, I couldn't help but touch it..." my brother-in-law honestly admitted his mistake
.

"Pfft!" I couldn't help but laugh. There are people like this who then vividly recount what happened
.

Seeing me laugh, my brother-in-law knew it was alright and laughed awkwardly too.

"Brother-in-law, you..." I hesitated, unsure what to say.

My brother-in-law looked at me, then nodded and said, "Little sister, actually, I've liked you for a long time."

Seeing that I didn't reject him, he continued, "Your sister has always been sick, and our sex
life has always been irregular. I'm afraid to go out and find someone else, afraid of catching a disease, so I've pinned my hopes on you
. You don't mind, do you?"

Oh, so there was another reason behind it all.

Sympathizing with the weak has always been a woman's prerogative, and I'm no exception, especially towards my brother-in-law; moreover, I
also have feelings for him.

Therefore, I said to him, "Brother-in-law, I sympathize with you. Alas, every family has its own troubles, and
I'm not much better off than you."

Then, I poured out all my troubles to my brother-in-law, and in the end, it was my brother-in-law who put his arm around my
shoulder and said, "Just... " "Let's comfort each other, we two unfortunate souls."

Then, with practiced ease, he pulled me into his arms, his burning lips landing on mine. We
pressed tightly together, sucking each other passionately. During the passionate kiss, my brother-in-law's tongue slipped into my
mouth , swirling and teasing my little tongue.

It's safe to say that my brother-in-law is the only, and first, man besides my husband. Every
man has his own approach to sex. At that moment, I was experiencing something I'd never felt before.

My brother-in-law only released me after nearly sucking my tongue off. Then, he unbuttoned my clothes and
took off my bra, revealing my two large, white breasts trembling brightly before his eyes
.

Perhaps because of the cold, small bumps had formed around my areolas, and my nipples were erect.
Come here . I shyly covered my chest with my hands to block my brother-in-law's gaze.

My brother-in-law smiled, pushed me down on the sofa, and then pounced on me,
kneading my high breasts with his hands.

After a while, my brother-in-law leaned over to my chest and began suckling at one of my swollen nipples. It had been so long since
a man had nursed me; in that instant, I felt as if I were back on my wedding night, listening to my husband's suckling,
experiencing the unique sweetness of breastfeeding. People say that a woman's maternal instincts are most evident
when she's breastfeeding.

I held my brother-in-law's head, wanting him to go back to the past, to be a baby in front of his mother again. I thought playfully
.

As my nipples became red and hard from his suckling, my desire was aroused, but
I didn't say it directly, only expressing my desire through hazy eyes.

My brother-in-law, understanding the situation, took off his own clothes and then undressed me completely.

Then, as he inserted his long, thin penis into my overflowing vagina, I closed my eyes
. He continued to fondle and knead my two high, firm breasts as he thrust in and out.

Although my brother-in-law was lustful, he wasn't very skilled. He only lasted about ten minutes before ejaculating into my
vagina, and my desire hadn't been satisfied yet. I encouraged him to try again, but he said he couldn't, and we should
find another opportunity later.

My brother-in-law carefully wiped my reddened genitals with toilet paper, promising to do things for me again in the future, and repeatedly asking
me to continue contacting him.

In this way, I gave up my body and gained a new lover.

(III) A Romantic Journey

A new environment created new opportunities.

That day, I was working the early shift. When I was selling breakfast, I met an old man. He was tall with gray hair, but his face
was ruddy, like a newborn baby. He bought two steamed buns, looked at me with a smile, and
handed me . His smile made me feel a little good about him, and I started to pay attention to him.

I told my classmate, Sister Shao, about my discovery. She smiled and introduced me, saying that the old worker was
a very famous worker in the mine, highly regarded even by the mine manager.

Later, I learned that this old worker's name was Zhou Jialong, a renowned innovator in our mine, and a former
model worker.

Gradually, I became familiar with Zhou Jialong, and he seemed to enjoy talking to me. While talking,
his eyes, under his arched eyebrows, would scan my entire body. Once, he even held my hand, carefully
stroking it, saying my hands were soft and beautiful, but that being in contact with water all day had made the skin rough
. I sighed and said, "There's nothing I can do; this is my fate."

Since marrying my husband five years ago, especially after having children, my husband seems to have lost his passion for me. We rarely have
intimacy, maybe once or twice a month. This is truly devastating for me.
I've told him several times, but he just won't change.

I have my brother-in-law as a lover, and if I really can't resist, I can go to him, but I just can't muster any
interest in him. After our first time, one time I was resting at home while my husband was at work, and my brother-in-law came to visit. Naturally,
he touched my buttocks, his half of my body.

Half-heartedly, I let him ride on my ample body. My husband wouldn't do,
but my brother-in-law would; a woman always wants a man's affection. As the saying goes, even candy can satisfy hunger.

But after he penetrated me, he ejaculated on my genitals after about ten minutes. My pubic hair and mons
pubis covered in his fluids. While I was still incredibly aroused, looking at his limp penis, I
hated him. I pinched him hard, and he pushed me away, apologizing as he stormed out.

Zhou Jialong tenderly stroked my limp hand and said that if I wanted, I could work for him
.

My eyes lit up; could he be my savior?

And just like that, I easily transferred to his team.

Zhou Jialong was the deputy captain of a team, but despite his position, he
wielded more influence than a mine foreman.

When I arrived, he taught me how to operate the large winch, the main hoist, used to lift
coal, gangue, and other materials from the mine.

Being a winch operator demanded a high level of responsibility, but the pay was much better than working in the canteen. Moreover, Zhou
Jialong frequently showed me kindness. For example, if I needed to find some thin wire to make a curtain, build insulation on the roof
, or enclose a balcony, he would specially collect the materials and help me with the renovations. And
each time he helped, he would leave without even eating a meal—a true modern-day Lei Feng.

Gradually, I developed feelings for him, and his image constantly lingered in my mind. Looking at
everything he had done for me, I sometimes inexplicably wondered if I would agree to be with him if he proposed.

Zhou Jialong was a tall and strong man. Although he was in his late fifties,
he was full of energy and had a ruddy complexion, surpassing most young men. It was said that his wife worked in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the mine hospital and often cooked
him food with placenta and other such ingredients.

He was actually two years older than my father, and I treated him like my own father. Once, I asked him why he
hadn't retired. He said, "I can't retire. I have the most important job. Without me, the winch won't turn
, and the mine would have to stop production; plus, the mine manager trusts me, so I have no choice but to keep going."

Two months later, one night, I was on the night shift. Just after midnight, someone walked into the winch room. I looked closely
and saw it was Captain Zhou.

"Captain Zhou, you've come," I greeted him respectfully.

"Yes. I couldn't sleep at home, so I came to see you." He then sat down in the assistant winch operator's seat.

"Are you settling in well here?" he asked with concern.

"It's alright. It's just that the three shifts are unbearable."

"Yeah, it's tough. Look, in a few days, you can go work in the office and help me with copying and writing."

"Master Zhou, you...you're not joking, are you?" I was a little incredulous.

"Hehe, when have I ever lied to you?"

I turned around gratefully, wanting to see this kind and lovable old man. I saw him staring intently at me
, a smile on his face. My heart skipped a beat, and my cheeks felt hot
.

One trip, two trips, and by the time we finished the third, he said my posture was incorrect. So, he reached out
, grabbed my hand, and guided me through the operation. His elbow occasionally brushed against my ample breasts, sending
a shiver down my spine. My face burned even hotter, and I had a premonition, wondering what might
happen tonight.

After finishing that trip, Zhou Jialong told me to get up. He sat in the driver's seat and then told me to sit down
between his thighs.

The winch operator's seat was spacious, about a meter off the ground, with a thick layer
of soft, elastic foam. Zhou Jialong had long legs, and my large buttocks didn't feel cramped sitting
between , though they were pressed tightly against his crotch.

Thus, I ended up sitting in his lap. Then, he turned off the lights in the winch room,
leaving only the colorful lights on the dashboard.

I had never imagined such a position before. In public, I think I would have died of embarrassment; but what was wrong with me
tonight ? I had no idea.

He held me, his hands under my armpits, guiding my hands to operate the winch handles, skillfully driving the winch
and hoisting one minecart after another. But as he operated it, his hands would occasionally
touch my breasts, sending waves of itchy, tingling sensations through them. And my buttocks sensitively felt
something long, hard, stick-like pressing against them. It was warm and moving. As
someone who'd been there before, I knew what it was, and my face burned even hotter.

A long "ring..." signaled the minecarts had finished being hoisted, allowing for a brief rest.

Zhou Jialong showed no intention of going down. Instead, he cupped my breasts in his hands,
forcefully squeezing them through my work clothes. Instantly, a pleasurable sensation spread from my chest throughout my body. "Oh..."
I couldn't help but groan.

I was already burning with desire from his member, and now he was playing with my breasts.
A woman wouldn't hesitate to offer her body to a man she likes, but I didn't want to do this. What shamed me even more
was that my nipples were hard and erect, pressing against my bra, itchy and tingling, so uncomfortable. So
, I grabbed his hands, trying to move them away: "Master Zhou, no."

"Hehe, I've been thinking about you for a while now, let me touch you." He said, and began to rub them forcefully again
.

"So big, so soft!" he exclaimed, his grip tightening.

The force from my breasts made my whole body go numb, and I was powerless to resist, forced to let him do as he pleased. Although
I was incredibly ashamed.

Just as I was reveling in this fun game, my body going limp, he unbuckled my belt
. His large hands rubbed my fluffy pubic hair a few times before moving to my plump vulva. Then
, he inserted one of his fingers into my vagina and began thrusting it in and out, making
soft, gurgling sounds.

My whole body burned, and I felt a swelling, itchy sensation in my vagina that spread
throughout my body, leaving me feeling weak and limp. A warm, sticky substance was flowing out from deep within me…

“Hehe!” Zhou Jialong laughed, pulling his middle finger out of my vagina and bringing it to his
nose to smell it. A wave of embarrassment made me close my eyes. Oh, how embarrassing!

He hugged me tightly, pressing his lips to my cheek. Finally, he inserted his long tongue into my
mouth, swirling it around and occasionally sucking on my soft tongue. In that intimate moment, I felt his
erection, warm and hard, pressing against my buttocks.

After kissing, he lifted my clothes, pushed my bra up over my breasts, and pounced on my
chest , suckling at my nipples like a baby nursing…

I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his graying head. Oh, it seemed I had another big child.

He picked me up, carried me to the duty room, and placed me on the small bed. Then, he pulled down my pants,
exposing my snow-white genitals to a man bigger than my father.

He knelt down, ran his hands over my fluffy pubic hair, and then lowered his head, his warm tongue licking
my thick labia majora. Instantly, a tingling sensation enveloped my entire body.

My vagina was already wet and sticky from his play.

Now, he tried something new. "Ah, he's licking my vagina!" This legendary act filled me with
immense shame.

Although I've been married and have children, my husband has never treated me like this. But now
there a man who cares about me so much, and I'm so grateful to have such a man who loves me so much.

But I'm extremely shy, and I push his head away, saying, "It's dirty, no."

"No, it's not dirty, I love you, I love everything about you, hee hee!" As he says this, he starts
licking me again, making squeaking sounds as he sucks.

With his tongue licking, my juices flow irresistibly from my vagina, making a
slurping sound as he sucks them. My whole body feels like it's on fire, my breasts are swollen, and my vagina feels itchy and
tingly , like ants crawling inside, yet it feels empty. I long for a man's penis to be inserted into me,
to relieve the itch, to fill me up. I can't help but moan softly.

As I was lost in thought, my physical desire grew stronger and stronger, and the feeling of need intensified.
Zhou Jialong's tongue frantically teased my clitoris, and I reached orgasm. I
thrust , my body trembling as I ejaculated a large amount of vaginal fluid.

I felt an emptiness in my lower body and begged him, "Teacher Zhou, Father Zhou, Brother Zhou, please
, stop torturing me. Put your penis in."

Zhou Jialong wiped the vaginal fluid from his face, grinned at me, leaned down and kissed my cheek
, then said with a smile, "Baby, I'll take care of you and satisfy you." As he spoke, he pulled down his pants
, exposing his lower body.

I was startled when I saw his penis; it was amazing, thick and long, probably containing a lot of alcohol.
It was as thick as a bowl, twenty or thirty centimeters long, its entire body gleaming with a black, oily sheen, covered in many blue veins,
like earthworms crawling on it; at the tip of the penis was a glans the size of an egg, now bright red and shiny,
with some egg-white-like precum flowing from the urethral opening.

His penis was as majestic and magnificent as a donkey's, and his dense pubic hair had almost all turned
silvery-white, a dazzling white expanse. The white pubic hair contrasting with the black penis was quite a sight.

Zhou Jialong touched his penis to my vulva, rubbing it around between my labia majora and the cleft for a while, then
with a thud, the glans sank into my vagina, followed by the entire penis being pushed in.

"Ouch!" My vagina hurt from his penis.

Although I had a child many years ago, later I experienced the penises of my husband and brother-in
- , but unfortunately, their penises were far too small. Compared to Zhou Jialong's, it was like one
was an adult and the other a baby.

Fortunately, a woman's vagina is made of flesh. Although I wasn't used to it at first,
with the renewed secretion of vaginal fluid, I felt the pain in my vagina disappear, leaving only a feeling of fullness and pressure.
His glans repeatedly tickled my itchy spot, bringing only comfort and pleasure
.

I enjoyed it contentedly, involuntarily letting out moans of pleasure.

Zhou Jialong's thrusting became faster and faster, bringing me increasingly intense pleasure. In just a few minutes, he
sent me to heaven once again.

This happened three times, and I had three orgasms each time, but Zhou Jialong became increasingly vigorous. Not only did he not ejaculate
, but his thick penis remained incredibly erect. His lower abdomen pounded against my genitals, and besides the pain, I felt
a great of fullness.

He pulled out his penis, which glistened oily under the light. He straddled my stomach,
unbuttoned my work clothes and bra, and cupped my large breasts in his hands, squeezing them together. His thick
penis then plunged into the cleavage between my breasts.

The hot, hard penis gave me a completely new feeling of gratitude, and its touch made my skin tingle.

Zhou Jialong's penis continued to thrust in and out between my breasts, the glans occasionally brushing against my chin.
As he moved his hips back and forth, he lewdly said to me, "I've had my eye on your two big breasts for a long time
."

I closed my eyes, moving with his body, letting him roam freely over me
.

After a long while, his movements became faster and more intense. Finally,
warm liquid sprayed onto my chin, face, and chest, and a strong smell filled the air. Oh, he ejaculated.

Zhou Jialong, panting, pressed down on me, his lips gently kissing mine. Then, his warm
tongue slipped in, chasing after mine. I slightly opened my lips, letting his tongue
mingle …

Since that night when we had sex, we entered a completely new relationship.

(IV) Zhou Jialong: His Character and Deeds

Zhou Jialong was very skilled at having fun. Although he was almost sixty years old, when it came to women, his enthusiasm surpassed that of young
men.

He often sought opportunities to be with me because he was the highest-ranking leader here, and such opportunities were plentiful
.

He often went down the mine to do some engineering work, which was said to be mostly assigned to him directly by the mine manager, so
his work was sometimes very arduous. Because of our physical intimacy, I could be considered half a husband to him. Sometimes I
would feel sorry for him and ask him to do less work, but he would always smile and say that construction work paid well.
After each project was completed, he would always find some excuse to give me money. I declined a few times, but in the end, I happily accepted
it.

He had a lot of energy. Sometimes when he came back from the mine and knew I was on duty, he would come to me, hug me, kiss me, and touch
my breasts. Once, he came back without even taking off his dark work clothes and called me into
a room with a lot of resistance. He pulled down my pants and thrust his thick, dark penis
into my vagina from behind, like the position you often see dogs having sex. While he was thrusting, he caressed
and patted my snow-white buttocks with his hands, saying that he had been thinking about me while working in the mine.

He went very fast and was very impatient. After about twenty minutes, he hugged me tightly, his penis trembling
, and he ejaculated into my vagina.

Afterwards, he wiped his hands, then pulled out a thick wad of cash and stuffed it into my hand, saying it was a reward. Later ,
I counted it; it was over three hundred yuan, almost a month's salary for me.

He usually liked to see me smile and liked to touch and squeeze my breasts. Once, when no one else was around
, he took a jump rope and told me to take off my clothes and jump for him. I tried jumping a few times, but then I was too embarrassed
to continue.

Apparently, when I jumped, my breasts bounced along with them, and I was shy about my
large breasts swaying in front of a man. Seeing that I refused to jump anymore, he just smiled with his mouth open, looking very satisfied. Then
he would beg me to continue. To satisfy his wish, I blushed and continued playing the games I played as a child
until I was too tired to jump anymore.

He also bought me gold necklaces and jade bracelets. Once, on a business trip, he bought me some transparent underwear and made me wear it
to show him. Those transparent clothes made it seem like I wasn't wearing anything at all, which was incredibly embarrassing. And when he saw me
dressed like that, he excitedly hugged me and started sucking my nipples…

I really don't know where he learned these tricks.

As time went on, I gradually learned from other colleagues that Zhou Jialong had more than just me as a woman
. You could say that almost every woman here had a relationship with Zhou Jialong. But I wasn't jealous. I believed that
behind every successful man, there could be a large group of women, as long as he treated them well and didn't deceive
them. Didn't ancient Chinese emperors have three palaces and six courtyards? If he could do it, why
couldn't Zhou Jialong?

I often heard him bragging to other male workers, mostly about things between men and women. I overheard him…
I ran away in embarrassment; secretly, I blamed him for talking about such things, always about men and women. Later,
I learned from other male workers that Zhou Jialong was a notorious womanizer. Because he liked
talking about women, the workers gave him the nickname "Pervert Doctor."

However, I witnessed firsthand how protective Zhou Jialong was of the female workers around him.

There was a female worker here named Liu Li. She used to work in the canteen, but because of a strained relationship with her husband,
she fell in love with a young man who also worked there.

The young man was more than ten years younger than her and had learned to cook at a culinary school; he was
very good at it. I heard that Liu Li was the one who actively seduced him. Later, their relationship became
the talk of the entire logistics team, and the leaders, having no other choice, transferred Liu Li to our team.

Liu Li and Zhou Jialong had a good relationship. Once, I saw Zhou Jialong hug and kiss Liu Li,
while his other hand was busy under her clothes. They quickly separated when they saw me.

Later, Liu Li stopped going to work and went to another city with that young man to open a restaurant, which was said to be
incredibly successful.

When the unit leaders heard about this, they ordered them back to work.

After they returned, the unit leaders asked them to write self-criticisms, but Liu Li didn't write one and went straight to work. That day, the mine
foreman came out of the mine and saw Liu Li cleaning, so he immediately stopped her from working. When Zhou Jialong found out, he
said that Liu Li's trip was approved by him, and the foreman's actions were disrespectful to him. He then made a phone call to
the mine manager , who immediately drove to the mine entrance and berated the foreman in front of the workers, leaving
the foreman humiliated.

Liu Li was reinstated to her job.

(V) Joyful Times

I was transferred to the office, and Zhou Jialong proved to be very trustworthy.

My usual work in the office involved cleaning and organizing documents and newspapers.
When the team leaders returned from the mine, I would brew them fragrant tea, and they were always very polite. Over time, everyone
became familiar with each other, less reserved, and even started joking around.

I found that I was most suited to office work; I was sheltered from the wind and rain, and could wear
clothes I liked. In a coal mine team-level unit, there wasn't much to do. Most of the time,
after the team leader and deputy team leader returned from the mine, we'd chat about work for a bit, and then there was nothing else to do. Bored, we'd
get together to play cards. Their favorite used to be "Arching Pig," then "Double Deduction," and now it's "Fighting the Landlord."

After playing cards for a while, it was time for dinner. The leaders glanced at their watches, exchanged knowing smiles, and
invited each other to go for drinks. Of course, the money for the drinks was deducted from the team's monthly payroll and then
settled with the restaurant owner. In other words, after the settlement, the cost of the drinks was first deducted from the workers' earnings, and the remainder was distributed
to the workers as bonuses.

Since coming to the team office, I've often been dragged out for drinks. Fortunately, my alcohol tolerance is not to be underestimated; when I'm in a
good mood, I can easily outdrink several people in a one-on-one fight. The only one I dare not drink with is the Party Secretary; his alcohol tolerance is unfathomable
.

After drinking enough, everyone became very enthusiastic and insisted on going to a karaoke bar to let loose. Even there,
they restless, trying to hug the bar's beautiful and alluring hostess. Only the Party Secretary seemed more proper
; however, in my opinion, he was just pretending. Once, right after entering the dance hall, he even touched my breast in the dark.
I didn't say anything, just treating it like a beggar's errand.

There were two offices in total. The team leader and secretary were in one, and Zhou Jialong and the payroll clerk were in the other.
After I arrived, a desk was placed opposite Zhou Jialong's.

The payroll clerk was a part-time job; he usually worked in the mine car repair shop and only came to the office at the end of the month when payroll was due
. So, usually it was just Zhou Jialong and me.

The office naturally had its own kind of fun.

After I arrived, Zhou Jialong thought my clothes were too plain, so he bought me some light and thin clothes to change into. As soon as I
put them on, my two large breasts immediately seemed ready to spill out, round and plump, protruding from my chest; below that was a slender waist
, and below that, a full, round bottom. Some of the clothes had very low openings, exposing my fair, tender breasts and deep cleavage
. Zhou Jialong often stared at me blankly, and I couldn't help but blush with embarrassment, but also secretly pleased: "A woman
dresses up for the one she loves"—truly a wise saying!

The bad thing was that sometimes Zhou Jialong would get aroused and grab me, groping me wildly. I was terrified
that one day we'd be caught red-handed in the busy office, which would be incredibly embarrassing.

But these things didn't happen often, and we were both very careful.

Sometimes we were both really into each other, and a simple glance was enough for us to understand each other. So
we'd go to the office early, I'd lie on the desk, and Zhou Jialong would just pull down my pants, then unzip his
pants and thrust his penis into me. Sometimes, after meetings, it would be late, and after everyone had left, he
'd have me take off my pants, hold onto the desk, and he'd penetrate me from behind. No matter what, I usually
had an orgasm.

After we finished, Zhou Jialong would say with a sigh, "I really want to play with me at my place."

I looked at him strangely, genuinely wondering why he had such thoughts. But as
a woman, I would definitely grant this small wish of a man who appreciated me, and a capable one at that
.

And then, the opportunity finally arrived.

My husband's company was doing well, so they organized a trip to Hainan for everyone. The round trip would take
more than half a month .

I told Zhou Jialong the news, and he happily hugged me, clicking his tongue and planting a big
kiss on my chubby cheek.

As expected, a rhythmic knocking came at the door, "knock, knock, knock," as crisp and
efficient as his construction work.

"Go see who it is," I called to my son, who was doing his homework. My heart
pounded , and a blush rose on my face—the kind of blush you only see when you're in love for the first time. Sigh, what's wrong with me? We've been married for so many years, and I'm still
so shy.

The door opened, and a tall figure darted in.

"Little friend, is your mom home?"

"Yes. Mom, someone's looking for me."

Sigh, what a clueless child, you just said no.

Although I've had affairs with him more than once or twice, it's always been in other places; but in my own home, with my son
watching, I'm a little scared.

"Teacher Zhou, you're here?"

Zhou Jialong was carrying a black square object and had a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Here, help me take this," Zhou Jialong said.

Soon, the square object was placed on the table.

My son curiously rushed to the table to look at the object, looking very curious: "Dad,
what's this?"

"Little friend, this is a video recorder; have you finished your homework? I'll play a video for you when you're done," Zhou
Jialong said with a smile.

"Yeah, almost done. What kind of video?" My son looked at the object longingly.

"Hehe, it's like watching movies on TV. Listen to your dad, if you want to watch, hurry up and do your homework," I
interjected.

"Okay, I'll finish it soon."

My son slumped onto the small table in his room and buried himself in his

work. It was two hours later when he finally finished. During that time, we weren't
idle . In my bedroom, Zhou Jialong and I hugged and kissed. He couldn't help but touch my breasts
and genitals; he wanted to play bigger, which I firmly refused. In the other room, my son was still doing his homework.

Zhou Jialong connected the TV and started playing a video.

It was an action movie; the intense gunfire and the compelling story created beautiful visuals
, making my son dance with excitement, and I was also completely absorbed. After watching one film, my son looked at Zhou Jialong with lingering interest
: "Dad, is there any more?"

I glanced at my watch and said, "Son, you have to get up early tomorrow, go to sleep.
I'll show you another one tomorrow."

Zhou Jialong smiled and said, "Little one, there is more, but it's for tomorrow. Go to sleep,
or you'll be late for school tomorrow and the teacher will scold you."

"Okay," my son reluctantly stood up.

After my son fell asleep in his room, Zhou Jialong moved the television and VCR
to my husband's and my bedroom. He started showing another film, one I had never seen before.

Now I knew it was an erotic film from Europe and America. The naked bodies and the unrestrained
sexual intercourse between the male and female leads aroused my desire. As I watched, I felt my face burning, my breasts swelling, and
warm, wet fluid flowing from my vagina.

Zhou Jialong first sat on a sofa next to me, then squeezed onto the other sofa with me. We
were very close together, one arm around my shoulder, the other teasing my breasts, occasionally kissing
my cheek, and explaining the scenes on the TV.

During our earlier play, I had already reacted, feeling a tingling sensation all over my body and a tickling sensation in my groin. Now, with the added
stimulation of the video, I felt burning hot all over, wanting a man to hold me tightly, cherish me,
play with me, and have fun with me.

Watching and listening, my body went limp, I had no strength left to control myself, I just leaned against Zhou Jialong's
chest. At this moment, Zhou Jialong also lifted up my underwear, teasing my swollen breasts, and occasionally rubbing
my nipples. Later, his hand touched my genitals, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Hehe, your pants
are wet."

I was extremely ashamed. A woman in her own home, in her own bed with her husband, being
played with like this by an old man who was over fifty years old. I hit him and then hugged him tightly.

"Hehe, baby, I will make you satisfied." Zhou Jialong carried me to the spacious bed; at this time,
the ambiguous sounds continued to come from the TV.

I lay naked on the bed, and Zhou Jialong also took off his clothes and lay on top of me. At this time,
we were intertwined head to toe. Zhou Jialong licked my plump vulva, while his thick penis was
inserted into my mouth. He wanted me to do what the people in the video he had just seen did.

To be honest, this was the first time I'd ever seen anything like it in my life, and I didn't know what to do. Seeing Zhou Jialong doing the same for me, I thought it might be fun, so I took the head of his penis into my mouth

like an ice pop and started licking it. 　　As Zhou Jialong licked, my juices flowed out in gushes. 　　Zhou Jialong kept licking and eating, but even then, a lot of juices flowed down my buttocks and onto the sheets . Finally, I couldn't control myself and reached orgasm, gushing out a lot of juices, some of which sprayed onto his face , and some flowed onto the bed, wetting the sheets. 　　Seeing me reach my climax, Zhou Jialong chuckled and inserted his thick penis into my vagina , thrusting in and out with a squelching sound. While fucking me, he asked with a smile, "How does your husband play with you? Is his penis big? How does it compare to mine?" 　　I was so ashamed I almost wanted to disappear. How can I put it? But I couldn't keep quiet, so I told him the truth. Hearing this only fueled his excitement, and his penis grew even hotter and thicker. 　　That night, at his request, I posed in different positions, letting him do as he pleased, until I had five orgasms. My vagina was burning with pain from his penetration, and he finally ejaculated every last drop of his semen into me. By the time it was all over, it was already four in the morning. He said it was too late to go home . So, he held me, and we slept together. 　　Around seven in the morning, Zhou Jialong got up. He kissed me on the cheek and told me to rest well, and he'd go to the office in the afternoon. 　　From that day on, Zhou Jialong came to my house almost every day. At night, after our son fell asleep, we'd watch videotapes and try out various positions. I finally understood why Zhou Jialong knew so many positions; he'd learned most of them from the videotapes. 　　He brought many videotapes, some from Europe, some from Russia, but mostly from Japan. Don't underestimate them...

Japan's islands are so small, yet they produce the most videos, covering almost every imaginable style. Watching these videos,
I realized I'd learned a great deal.

Also, Zhou Jialong would take pills before playing, saying it would prolong the playtime.

We lived like husband and wife for a few days, and those days were truly unforgettable
, surpassing even the years I spent with my husband.

(VI) Exposure

Happy times always end quickly, and for me, it ended far too quickly.
It was as if I hadn't even had a chance to fully enjoy it before it was abruptly cut short.

That day, the team held a meeting for all team leaders and managers. As is customary, such meetings last all
day. In the team's meeting room sat shift leaders and group leaders from the production line,
along . The payroll clerk and I were responsible for preparing the necessary supplies for the meeting: providing tea, purchasing fruit, and
arranging meals. Since everyone rarely got together, meetings always included meals, two separate meals in the afternoon
.

After dinner, the team leaders, reeking of alcohol, rushed into the karaoke room with great enthusiasm
, starting to howl and scream wildly. Those who grabbed the microphones roared, the quieter ones smoked, and the more unrestrained ones
started dancing. Two men dancing together looked incredibly awkward.

I had originally planned to go home early, as I was worried about leaving my young child alone. But it turned out I couldn't leave at all
. The payroll clerk and I were the only two women in the crowd, not enough to go around with all those stinky men. I had no choice but to stay and keep them company
.

By the time it was all over, it was already 10:30 PM. Zhou Jialong had also attended the meeting today .
He quietly told me that I should go home early tonight. After dinner, he made excuses not to go to the karaoke room
. I could tell he didn't get along well with the team leader and the others, but no one objected to him not going.

I was about 80-90% drunk when the team leaders came one by one to toast me at dinner. I couldn't refuse; I don't
know who leaked the secret that I could drink.

I stumbled to my front door and noticed that the house was different from usual. Usually, only the living room
lights were on , but tonight almost all the lights were on, making the house brightly lit. I thought, "Could it
be Zhou Jialong playing a prank?"

The door opened, and I unexpectedly saw my husband, that timid man, sitting
on the sofa in the living room, his face ashen, looking like a ferocious beast.

Seeing me enter, he lunged at me viciously, wielding a wooden stick, and without a word,
struck me on the head. "Bang!" My forehead immediately burned with a sharp pain, my head spun
, and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. Then, something warm flowed out. I touched it, but the pain in my head only intensified
. I saw my hand was covered in blood. My legs gave way, and I collapsed to the floor.

As he started hitting me, he cursed, "You slut, I've only been gone a few days and you're already seducing other men!"

Hearing his vile insults, I cried and protested, "Who seduced other men? You'd better tell me clearly today, or I
'm not finished with you!"

"You slut, still trying to talk your way out of this? Look at this!" he said, throwing a sheet at me.

I looked at it—oh no! In my rush this morning, I'd forgotten to change the sheets from last night. They
were covered in stains and marks left from my lovemaking with Zhou Jialong, spots and marks that looked like a map. I'd
thought my husband wouldn't be back for three or four days, but he came early! It was like fate had
other plans; my affair had been exposed.

But I remained stubborn, refusing to admit it: "You're lying! Those are your things! You're trying to frame someone else
! Come on, let's go to the security office and settle this!"

To my surprise, my husband sneered, "Hmph, tell me, how long has it been since we slept together? You
know, I know. Besides, I changed the sheets the day I left. You even said you'd take them to wash. Don't
believe I haven't changed them? I haven't been home for a while now; and the security guards have already been here.
They photographed the map you left on the bed, and confiscated the VCR and videotapes in the bedroom
. I only managed to keep the TV after much pleading. Let me tell you, the deputy head of the security office is
my classmate."

Hearing this, my vision blurred; perhaps from the blood loss, my head began to spin. I leaned weakly against the sofa
armrest.

When my eldest sister heard about it, she happened to arrive at my house. Seeing my bloodied and mangled appearance, she was
shocked . She helped me to my feet and asked how I was feeling. I tried to walk, and she could manage. She
told my son to do his homework and then helped me to the mine hospital to have my wounds bandaged. As we walked, she kept asking
what had happened. How could I possibly explain?

My husband had kicked me out, refusing to let me return. Left with no other choice, I went back to my parents' house. After hearing what had happened, my parents
cursed a few times and then fell silent, feeling ashamed that I had disgraced them.

Indeed, in China, things weren't as open as they were then; adultery was still considered a heinous
crime.

I rested for two days before going back to work.

On my first day off, someone from the mine shaft came to inform me that I could no longer go to the office.
Zhou Jialong had given the notice without authorization; it was an overreach of his authority. To prevent further incidents, I was transferred from the winch room to the miner
's lamp charging station.

And so, I came full circle, back to being a miner, spending my days revolving around those few miner lamps: charging
, lighting, and collecting them, cleaning up.

The most awkward thing was encountering people inside and outside the lamp room; they all stared at me like I was a dinosaur
, sometimes pointing and whispering. My good friend told me that Zhou Jialong was also having a hard time; after the accident, he was silent and
withdrawn, always looking worried.

My work wasn't great either. Sometimes when I saw Zhou Jialong come to collect his lamp, I would stare intently at him. This
older man who gave me love and sex—I believed he was the only source of my happiness.

My husband was still the same unforgiving man, and my old father was constantly cursing and swearing. Finally, he…
I was told I could go back to my parents' home, but I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go talk to Zhou Jialong.

This was the first time I'd seen him in over half a month. After hearing my story, he led me to the mine manager. The manager, after listening to my
story, called my husband's boss: "Hello, is this Xiao Zhang? I heard Lin Yongshen isn't letting his wife
come home. What kind of behavior is that? They're not divorced yet, and the wife still has half the family . Tell
him that if he doesn't let his wife come home, he'll be suspended from work."

Then he turned to me and said, "Xiao Li, I've told your husband's boss that if he dares not let you come home,
I dare to suspend his work. Go back to work and don't carry any burdens."

I looked gratefully at the mine manager, whose kind and approachable demeanor.

Zhou Jialong and I walked out of the mine's administrative gate. Along the way, I felt like people were pointing and
whispering behind me, but when I turned to look at them, they seemed completely unaffected.

I composed myself and told Zhou Jialong what had happened. He said that he came to my
house that night, saw my husband at the door, and then went home. Later, he heard that my husband had beaten me, and he was furious
. When he heard that the deputy head of the security department had helped my husband and confiscated his video recorder and tapes
, he was even more enraged.

However, he still comforted me on the way home, telling me to work in the miner's lamp room for now, and that
there would be opportunities to transfer me to the office later. His words warmed my heart.

A few days later, the deputy head of the security department was dismissed and sent to guard the warehouse. However, Zhou
Jialong ultimately did not keep his promise. On a trip to another city to purchase spare parts, he met a prostitute
, and not long after returning, he was diagnosed with AIDS and ended up in the hospital.

I heard that his wife blamed him for his promiscuous lifestyle and this incident, and
in a fit of anger, she divorced him.

Actually, Zhou Jialong once told me that his wife was naturally frigid and
would avoid him like the plague, so he had no choice but to seek out other women.

Later, I heard another version of the story: Zhou Jialong once got drunk and raped his
daughter, who was in junior high school. His wife was furious and tried to kill him, but his workplace intervened, barely managing to save
his family. However, these were stories told to me by kind people after my relationship with him was exposed, so
I don't know if they're true or not.

Strangely enough, I've met Zhou Jialong's daughter. She grew up to be fair-skinned and quite likable. Later,
she went to study in another city, and just before graduation, she was in a car accident and had to return home to recuperate. After she recovered, her neck
was twisted to one side, and she would often stare blankly at people with a smile, drool dripping down her face.

After Zhou Jialong was hospitalized, I took some time one day to visit him alone. He lay in his hospital bed, all alone.
His once tall frame was now hunched over, his white beard had grown thick, and his face was full
of wrinkles. He was no longer the man who had once been so vibrant in my bed.

Looking at the man with whom I had shared intimate moments, I couldn't help but shed tears. After all, besides sex,
there was still a lingering, unresolved affection between us.

I peeled an apple for him to eat, but he couldn't hold it properly, and the apple fell onto the sheets, rolled, and then fell to
the floor.

I couldn't bear to see him so old, so I hardened my heart, tears welling in my eyes, and ran out of the room.

Zhou Jialong was dead.

Hearing the news of Zhou Jialong's death, I felt like my world had collapsed. I cried bitterly for a
day and a night, feeling as if my entire life had been emptied out.

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