Time may be merciless, but love will prevail.

【Ruthless Years, Yet Lovers】
Each story is independent, recording my experiences with women from age 20 to the present. Over the past decade,
I've been with many women, but few have left lasting memories. This series only recounts the women who have left me with memories
, some focusing on sexual descriptions, others on reminiscing. Given the author's limited abilities, the writing is bound to be rough
; I hope readers will read it patiently, understand it, and even find it amusing.

I've always had a particular fondness for virtuous mature women, and that fondness lies solely in the word "virtuous." The Xinhua Dictionary defines "
virtuous" as good, and the virtuous woman everyone admires refers to someone with a good temperament, without deception, and only a
pursuit of simple happiness.
My view of a virtuous woman, however, is that she must be a married woman. With a family, she has no more messy thoughts.
An occasional affair is a thrill for a woman, and an achievement for a man.
Sister Hui is such a woman. Women born between 1965 and 1975 often marry young in many
places . Sister Hui, born in the Year of the Rabbit, is 36 years old, has a 14-year-old child,
and works in a government department in a small town in Baoshan.
Many respectable women share similar backgrounds: stable yet monotonous lives. In Sister Hui's words, "
Sex with my husband is routine, devoid of any passion." More importantly, Sister Hui lacks communication and
interaction , which is the most crucial breakthrough point for conquering such women. I
met Sister Hui on a sunny afternoon. A friend request with the caption, "The sun is shining brightly outside your window;
is the same?" led her to readily accept.
We chatted naturally, and Sister Hui enjoyed my talkative nature, even becoming increasingly attached to it.
Every day, Sister Hui comes home to buy groceries, cook, wait for her husband and son to come home for dinner, then tidy up and go to bed.
The next day , she has me by her side, discussing everything under the sun. Although it's just verbal communication, it
creates a stark contrast to Sister Hui's dull family life.
Once you start talking to a respectable woman and gradually add emotional elements, breaking through her defenses will be just around the corner.
Hui Jie initially said she liked me a lot, of course, she liked that I had time to spend with her every day, but that was definitely not my
goal. Our chats slowly began to involve emotional and sexual elements, and these elements eventually became dominant
.
A seemingly innocent woman who only registered a QQ account to play online games, a
devoted wife and mother , when she met a man she could confide in, the scales of her emotions slowly tipped
. Of course, this feeling was only liking, unrelated to responsibility or love.
I could ask Hui Jie online what kind of underwear she liked to wear, what her measurements were, and every time I tried to flirt
with her, she would give me a shy emoji, indicating that she wasn't good at such passionate methods.
Our online chats lasted for almost a month, during which I suggested we look at each other's photos. Hui Jie
refused , saying she preferred this state of affairs; she said she would imagine me, imagine me as a very menly man. I
smiled. Actually, I quite liked it that way too. Hui Jie's voice was very soft; I always felt she was a very elegant and
refined woman, perhaps not beautiful, but certainly very charming.
There was another thing about Sister Hui that haunted my dreams. Once, I asked her how big her breasts were, and she told
me they were 80E.
I quickly looked it up online and posted the question on a porn site. The result excited me immensely;
Sister Hui possessed a pair of breasts that could absolutely be called "masturbating." A respectable woman, a mature woman, a civil servant, elegant, and busty
… what an alluring combination! I even felt I had met a gem.
Time slowly passed, and my desire swelled with anticipation, yet I persisted in
sketching it in my imagination and teasing her online. This kind of gem should not be tasted rashly.
Of course, desire cannot be suppressed indefinitely, or it will lead to imaginary fatigue. I started directly asking Sister Hui
if we met, would we have sex?
Although Sister Hui still sent me a shy emoji, it meant she tacitly agreed. I imagined a
voluptuous body writhing beneath me, a pair of busty breasts swaying before my eyes, a long-lost pleasure spreading throughout Sister Hui's
body, a suppressed feeling being released in the collision of our genitals.
Unable to withstand my questioning, Sister Hui learned about her relationship with her husband. Each sexual encounter lasted
about five minutes. Her husband would lie on top of her, licking her nipples and genitals, before
starting intercourse, finishing in a few minutes with "huffing and puffing." Except for the first few years of their marriage, Sister Hui hadn't experienced
an orgasm for many years.
I asked Sister Hui, "Do you lick your husband?" She asked, "Lick what?" I said, "His penis, of course." Sister Hui
immediately replied, "No." I asked why.
She said, "No reason, I just don't lick it. He used to ask me to, but I always
refused , and he never brought it up again.
" I wasn't particularly surprised by Sister Hui's statement, because I've met several women like her.
For them, having sex with their husbands is just about fucking; once their husbands ejaculate inside them, they consider
their duties as wives fulfilled.
What I wanted to tease and conquer Sister Hui was her passion for sex, a passion she still yearned for despite its fading. With
enough patience and communication, Sister Hui would rekindle her ravenous passion.
I lived in the city, while Sister Hui lived in the suburbs. Due to work, I frequently traveled to various parts of Shanghai.
I had been to the town Sister Hui mentioned a long time ago, and sometimes during our conversations, we'd mention
places I vaguely remembered, which Sister Hui confirmed.
I started planning. I could find out where Sister Hui worked online. Although I'd never met her,
I figured her 80E breasts would be a striking feature, especially since the weather was getting warmer; thin
clothing would definitely accentuate them. Then I'd chat with her on QQ, asking what
she was wearing that day—a thrill of spying on her from the shadows. I was excited.
The day I chose to spy on Sister Hui was after I'd had sex with another mature woman.
The mature woman, Xiaoyu, was also a "resentful wife" living in the suburbs. We'd been together for over three years , and our relationship was as close as a married couple's . But Xiaoyu gave me treatment
that her husband might never enjoy . After contacting Xiaoyu, we had lunch together and then booked a room at the Hanting Hotel. I enjoyed over an hour emperor-like treatment. When Xiaoyu excitedly opened her mouth to catch my semen, she lost all interest in...

I disregarded any interest in mature women and focused my energy on spying on Sister Hui.
It was already past 2 PM when I left Songjiang. Taking the outer ring road to Luojing in Baoshan, with traffic,
it would take about an hour to arrive. Sister Hui finished work at 4 PM, giving me ample time to wait at the gate.
The unfamiliar town and environment only amplified the excitement. I used to do these
impulsive things often when I was in school, and doing it again after more than a decade was undeniably thrilling.
Before me was Sister Hui's workplace; the wide gate exuded
the authority of a government department in a harmonious society. There weren't many people coming and going. Sitting in the car, I opened my phone and chatted with Sister Hui on QQ. Of course, I couldn't
reveal my purpose, or it would lose its thrill.
We chatted as usual, but Sister Hui was surprised and asked why I was using my phone. I said I had nothing to do outside
and missed her. Sister Hui asked how I missed her. I said, "Of course, I missed her with my heart and body." Sister Hui scolded me for
being annoying.
As the time to leave work drew closer, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. So I quickly got out of the car and ran to where Sister Hui worked
to find the restroom. The lobby was crowded. Sister Hui was in the finance department, not in the lobby, but definitely in a room on some
floor .
Of course, even if I bumped into Sister Hui, the chances of me recognizing her were far greater than her recognizing me, because
the chances of her recognizing me were zero. She didn't know I was wandering around her workplace, and she had no idea what I
looked like .
The service hall was bustling with people. Diligent civil servants were explaining things to those ignorant and annoying
citizens , processing matters they didn't really want to do but had to.
I walked through the lobby calmly, still feeling a bit excited. Sister Hui was almost there, but nowhere to be seen.
My phone was on vibrate, constantly reminding me that Sister Hui was still chatting with me at a computer in some room.
The restroom was easy to find, so I quickly went in to relieve myself. I pulled out my limp penis, and the murky urine
splashed into the clean urinal. The penis that had just been rolling around in Xiaoyu's mouth might soon be sucked by Sister Hui.
I got back into the car, and Hui texted me saying she was getting off work and I should go home early too, since I had
told her I was still at the construction site.
I told her I missed her terribly today and wanted to be with her. Hui said she missed me too. We had planned to make love this
weekend , but today was only Tuesday.
After I replied to Hui that I missed her and wanted her, she went offline. I started imagining Hui shutting down her
computer , locking the door, going down the stairs, and leaving through the main gate, perhaps with her colleagues.
Soon, people from Hui's workplace started leaving through the main gate. I stared intently at the breasts of each woman who came out
, waiting for that 80E to arrive.
The wait was irritating, but soon I would see the elegant woman I had been sculpting for a month, the mature woman
with 80E breasts, the Hui who I had conquered online,
the woman who would be docile and even passionate in love with me. This kind of waiting was also incredibly exciting.
The camera focused on a woman walking out of a door alone. She had wavy hair, wore glasses (I already
knew Sister Hui was nearsighted), wore a black business suit, and carried a handbag. Her most striking feature was her
ample bosom; I could even see it swaying slightly with each step.
Yes, it was definitely Sister Hui—a certainty based on her physical appearance. A month's worth of imaginings
had finally fruition. While not entirely satisfactory, it differed somewhat from my expectations. A woman like Sister Hui walking
down the street, aside from her ample bosom attracting the attention of some breast fetishists, would simply
blend . The elegance I had imagined was almost entirely absent in this woman.
Sister Hui was walking hurriedly, as she needed to go to the market to buy groceries and cook dinner. I quickly took out my phone to
call Sister Hui, to confirm it was indeed her. When she was a few meters from the car,
her phone rang, reminding her. She looked down, took her phone out of her handbag, and began talking to me as she walked.
"Sister, you're off work?"
"Hehe, yeah! Are you still at the construction site?" Sister Hui said, quickly walking past my car,
completely unaware that the person she was talking to on the phone was right in front of her.
"Sister, you're so pretty." I said, staring at Sister Hui's back.
"You little rascal, you can't even see me, you're just talking nonsense." Sister Hui must have thought my words were a bit incoherent.
"Sister, I want to be with you, okay?"
"Hehe, you little rascal, didn't we agree on this weekend? Okay, okay, I have to go buy groceries.
Drive carefully." Sister Hui seemed about to hang up.
I couldn't hide it anymore, the game was over, it was time to get serious.
Although Sister Hui wasn't as perfect as I had imagined, the company I'd spent these past few days with had given me
enough reason to want to sleep with her. The rest would depend on how I actually met Sister Hui!
"Sister, I'm right behind you." I quickly stated.
Almost instantly, Sister Hui reflexively turned around. But she saw nothing and quickly
turned back . "You little rascal, don't joke around with your sister."
"I'm not kidding you. I'm really behind you. Walk back, there's a car on the side of the road, the license plate number is xxxxxxxxx
, I'm in it." My tone became urgent.
"Hehe, really?" Sister Hui laughed, but also looked back again. Her half-walking posture
was clearly visible to me. "Which car?"
"It's that black Nissan." Sister Hui might not recognize a Nissan, but she could always tell the color
apart .
"Oh, I see it. You're not really in there, are you? Don't scare me." Sister Hui also became
anxious .
"Come over here, I'll honk the horn so you can hear it."
The loud horn sound really attracted Sister Hui. Because of the tinted windows, Sister Hui couldn't see whether there was
anyone , but she was already walking towards me, believing the horn sound, but not daring to believe that I was really in front of her.
I hung up the phone, and when Sister Hui reached the car, I rolled down the window. I called her "sister."
Sister Hui's mouth opened instantly, then she quickly covered it with her hand. But she couldn't hide her inner joy; she absolutely
couldn't have imagined that from chatting with her on QQ that afternoon to actually seeing me in person, it
was a real thrill for her.
"Is it really you? You little rascal." (Ever since we became acquainted, Sister Hui has always called me that.)
"Of course. See? Hehe, get in the car."
Hui-jie didn't think much of it; the surprise before her left her speechless, and she could only follow my instructions. Hui-jie strolled
to the other side, opened the car door, and got in.
I had been somewhat prepared, and the scene before me didn't make me lose my composure, but Hui-jie was different. She
was still immersed in disbelief, sitting in the car looking so awkward and unnatural. Since
we'd already talked about everything online, and now she'd come to me, why pretend? While Hui-jie was still
in a state of surprise, I took her hand, and she didn't flinch.
"Are you happy, sister?" I asked her gently.
"Yeah, you little rascal, you've been lying to me for so long," Hui-jie said happily.
"Wanted to give you a surprise, huh? Hehe."
I released Hui-jie's hand and put it on her shoulder, as if to hug her. I turned around so that my other
hand could stroke Hui-jie's face.
Hui-jie, just like during our passionate online chat, shyly lowered her head, refusing to look at me. I boldly pulled her closer and
kissed her. Hui didn't refuse; instead, she stuck out her tongue and started a French kiss with me. Everything was so sudden
for . So many days of companionship, so much nurturing of feelings—and now it was all real.
Before she could even think, she was experiencing the happiness she once only knew online.
After kissing for a while, as we calmed down, we sat upright in our seats again, trying
to process our feelings. I wanted to suggest going to a hotel with Hui. Going to a hotel by the weekend was definitely possible, but
I wasn't sure if she would act impulsively after I caught her off guard.
"Sister, I want you," I said directly.
"You little rascal." Given our previous online chats and the emotional foundation we'd built, Hui
wasn't surprised at all. "Whatever you say."
"Then aren't you going home to cook?" Before, when I suggested meeting up with Hui in the evening, she always
refused, saying she had to go home to cook and wait for her husband and children to come home for dinner. Looking back, I realized I hadn't been right!
"It's okay, I'll call him and say I have to go to a friend's house tonight," Hui
replied .
"Mmm," I replied. I hugged Hui-jie and kissed her again. Hui-jie cooperated by sticking out her tongue, and
I started to feel the urge. "Then let's go to Jiading."
Along the way, we had both returned to normal, although we were both looking forward to the upcoming
lovemaking . But we were both adults, and that kind of passionate lovemaking was only suitable for the room.
Soon, the car arrived in Jiading city. I had previously searched online for budget hotels in Jiading such as Motel
or Hanting, but there were no results.
Helpless, I could only walk along the road and look around. Sure enough, I saw
a Motel on Bole Road, the most bustling street in Jiading. Damn it, why couldn't I find it online?
After parking the car, I asked Hui-jie to wait somewhere. I didn't want anyone to see me going into
a Motel . Hui-jie obediently waited by the roadside. I quickly went in and booked a room for an hour. 100 yuan
for 4 hours, that was enough. At most, I could do it twice.
After entering the room, I sent Hui-jie a message with the room number and then quickly took a shower. Having already
made love with Xiaoyu at noon and taken two showers, all I needed to do now was focus on washing my private parts. In less than two minutes, I
was finished and waiting for Sister Hui to come upstairs in my underwear.
Suddenly, I felt a sense of excitement slowly fading. Of course, this fading excitement was
more intense than when I was secretly watching Sister Hui and finally meeting her. The thought of her soon being completely naked,
her two proud breasts trembling, legs spread, waiting for me to fuck her, still filled me with excitement. After all, she
was someone's wife, a respectable woman.
"Knock, knock, knock," Sister Hui knocked on the door. I ran to open it.
Seeing me in only my underwear, she couldn't help but laugh. "You little rascal, so eager."
"I missed you so much, sister." Closing the door, I hugged Sister Hui, grabbed her handbag, and threw it on the bed so
she could free her hands to hug me.
In this ambiguous room, a respectable woman offered herself up. A mere embrace and
kiss were enough to quickly arouse my penis, pressing against Hui-jie's body.
This lovemaking was expected, albeit a little early. Embracing and kissing a man she had never touched before
, someone she had only just met, Hui-jie, a wife and mother who rarely felt passion
, already felt a sense of satisfaction. Her breathing quickened, and she held me tightly, even her kisses seemed greedy.
We moved towards the bed while still kissing. I used my free hand to unbutton Hui-jie's clothes, taking off her
blazer, then her blouse,
revealing her large breasts, partially covered by a large bra.
Hui-jie ignored my actions, continuing to kiss me with her eyes closed. I didn't rush to remove her
bra , but instead began unbuttoning her pants. Her lower body was unburdened; once the pants were off, only her underwear remained.
Throughout, Hui-jie silently allowed me to undress her, and I also took her hand to touch my erect
penis. Hui murmured, "So big, so hard."
Not to be outdone, I unhooked her bra, pulled down her panties, cupped one of her breasts in my hands, and put
the nipple in my mouth, murmuring, "Sister's breasts are so big, so big."
Hui's breasts were indeed as she described. Although I didn't know the exact size of 80E, the swaying
breasts were definitely large. Although they had sagged slightly, they were still full enough.
I pulled one hand away and touched her genitals. The thick pubic hair and the warm, wet vagina expressed
how excited Hui was. After caressing her for a while, Hui suggested taking a shower. After all, she hadn't showered for a day and a night,
and she felt that the smell of her genitals would affect the sex later.
Hui pulled away from my embrace, turned and walked towards the bathroom, her plump buttocks stimulating my eyes. There was no curves,
only mature beauty. I just touched Sister Hui's vulva and secretly smelled it. Indeed, apart from a slight urine smell
, there was no other odor. Sister Hui reaffirmed my belief that she was a respectable woman. I followed Sister Hui
to wash my hands to get rid of the smell.
When Sister Hui finished washing, she came out wrapped in a towel. I was already watching TV on the bed waiting for her. Seeing her walk to the bedside, I
suddenly pulled off her towel, revealing an extremely voluptuous body once again. I reached out and pulled Sister Hui close,
and her full, naked body pressed against me. We embraced, woman on top, and continued kissing, while I continued to caress...
Touching those voluptuous breasts that I longed for, kneading, rubbing, and pinching them, I felt incredibly comfortable.
Sister Hui was heavy; I could feel her weight, so I pushed her down, signaling her to lick my body. Sister Hui was indeed
clumsy; she didn't know how to kiss my body with her mouth, instead resting her face against my chest.
Frustrated, I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, beginning to kiss her, from her neck to her nipples, to
her lower abdomen, all the way to her thickly haired pubic area. I quite enjoy licking women's vulvas, but the wetness of an aroused
mature woman's lower body was too much; the sticky fluid made me hesitate. I didn't lick; instead, I stroked
her sticky vulva with my hand, then inserted my middle finger, making thrusting motions.
Sister Hui was excited, because she was with a man she liked but was also a stranger to. Sister Hui spread her legs, enjoying
my caresses, while I moved slightly towards her head, making it easier for her to pull down my underwear and stroke my penis.
Sister Hui actually did it; she grasped my erect penis with her plump hand and began to stroke it.
After masturbating each other for a while, I sat up and had Sister Hui lick my penis. I had previously asked Sister Hui if she would give me oral sex, even though she wouldn't give
her husband oral sex. Sister Hui said she would change for me if she liked me, so she used my penis as an experiment
to practice.
Sure enough, Sister Hui's mouth came to my penis. First, she stuck out her tongue and licked the glans, then
she opened her mouth and took my penis in. She didn't lick, she just moved it up and down. It wasn't a very stimulating oral sex session,
although Sister Hui was very serious about it.
After licking for a while, I pushed Sister Hui down, forcefully spread her legs and lifted them high, and with a strong thrust, my penis
slid smoothly into her vagina.
I thrust in and out very hard; Sister Hui's vagina was very wet, and her legs were spread wide. Every time our bodies collided, Sister Hui would
let out excited "ah ah" sounds. I thrust vigorously, changing positions every few minutes. With each change,
my urge to ejaculate lessened, while Hui-jie fully enjoyed the pleasure of being penetrated.
I started changing locations again, from the bed to the bedside, from the bedside to the chair, from the chair to the TV stand.
Hui-jie kept crying out, "Gently, it's too rough." I ignored her; with mature women, only force would excite her
.
Finally, I made Hui-jie kneel by the bed, her full buttocks completely blocking my view, and
I thrust in smoothly again. After a dozen or so thrusts, I pulled out my penis, ejaculating a small amount of semen onto her buttocks and
back .
I panted and stroked my penis, wiping the remaining semen onto Hui-jie's buttocks. Hui-jie remained
in the same position, lying there, her buttocks high in the air, enjoying the lingering pleasure.
After a while, Hui-jie got up to wash off the semen, and I went to the sink to wash my now limp
penis. Then the two of us lay on the bed and watched TV.
A woman's orgasm subsides more slowly than a man's. Even lying in bed, Huijie was still leaning against my chest, recounting
the pleasure she had experienced tonight because of my sudden advances—a pleasure she hadn't felt in many years.
I knew that, both physically and psychologically, Huijie was completely conquered by me at this moment, and the feelings we had cultivated over the past
month had entered a completely new mode of interaction because of tonight's lovemaking.
Once a mature woman's defenses were breached, I was ready for the pleasure to come. Not just tonight, but perhaps for a while
to come , I could book a room and wait for Huijie to come and let me fuck her.
After chatting for a while, the feeling returned. I asked Huijie to give me oral sex again, and also taught her how to
make me feel good. Huijie learned very seriously, but she also started touching my penis with her teeth, which made me feel uncomfortable occasionally.
The second time we made love, Hui-jie was the one in control. The woman-on-top position allowed her to fully enjoy
the immense pleasure the penis inside her brought. I lay back naturally, watching her large breasts
sway wildly as she did so. Then, I had her turn around and sit on top of me, her buttocks raised as she stroked my penis
until I felt myself ejaculating again. Then I rolled over and pinned her down, thrusting for the third time and ejaculating
white . I felt utterly exhausted.
After we finished, we checked out of the hotel, ate dinner, and started the car. In the dark of night, I drove Hui-jie home.
I began the next step of my plan, just like how I trained Xiao-yu years ago—
transforming a woman who initially only allowed kissing, touching, and sex into a completely submissive sex slave. I looked forward to and worked hard to train
Hui-jie well.
Now, I've been with Hui-jie for over a month. We had sex three times during that period—twice in a room and
once in a car. All three times, I had given her some initial training, and her oral sex skills had improved. She could
now sit in the passenger seat on some nameless street in her small town and give me oral sex until I climaxed.
Even without me, Hui Jie remained the same respectable woman, a virtuous wife and loving mother—and, yes, still
a civil servant.
Time is merciless, but people are not. My Hui Jie is still a respectable woman I can have sex with whenever I call. She
's good because she has me. I'm good too, because I occasionally have her.
[The End]

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