A Woman's Mole - Chapter 42

After getting off the plane, I had just turned on my phone when I received a text message from my boss: "Don't contact Su Qian anymore, don't have anything to do with her, she's not your type..."
I gave a wry smile, sighed, and looked up at the Shanghai sky, which was a bit gloomy.
While hesitating between walking or taking the subway, I finally sent Yan Ji a text message, telling her that I was in Shanghai and if she had time.
Who are you?
It took a long time to receive a reply, and when I saw it, I was stunned. Then I remembered that it was my number after I started working, just as she hadn't told me before, I hadn't told her either. Luckily, I got her number from Teacher Zeng, otherwise I still wouldn't have been able to find her this time.
"Who is it?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, and I felt a little excited.
"Guess!" I asked, quite boredly.
"Are you crazy?!" she said, about to hang up the phone.
"Senior sister, it's me!" I called out quickly.
"Ah, Zhang Tian?!" Her voice was full of surprise.
The scene felt somewhat familiar. Yan Ji and I were separated by a table with two cups of coffee on it, releasing a faint warmth in the afternoon.
"Why are you in Shanghai? On a business trip?"
She sat very elegantly, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. I noticed that she had gained a little weight recently, and her originally pointed chin looked fuller and rounder.
"I'm asking you!" she said reproachfully.
"I went to Guangzhou for a classmate's wedding, and came straight to see you as soon as I got off the plane!" I said, staring into her eyes.
"You...you shouldn't look at me like that, I'm starting to panic..." A blush crept onto her face as she looked down at the cup in her hand.
"Why didn't you tell me you were getting married?" I asked slowly, squinting at the diamond ring on her left hand.
"..." She looked up at me and said softly, "Why would I tell you?"
"..." I opened my mouth, realizing I truly couldn't answer her question. Yeah, who the hell do I think I am?! What the hell am I?! Why did she tell me she was getting married?!
"Actually, I've already informed my fellow disciples, but I didn't tell you..." She was still rubbing salt into my wounds.
"Just because we were... like that before?"
What do you think?
She boldly looked back at me, her eyes seemingly filled with mist, making it impossible for me to see clearly.
She took a deep breath, her breasts, even fuller than before, rising high, and said calmly, "And you? How's your job going after graduation?"
"Hmm, it's alright..." I replied absentmindedly.
"What do you mean by 'okay'? You've always been like this, saying ambiguous things..." she said with a smile, pursing her lips.
"Is he good to you?" I asked suddenly.
"It's fine." She lowered her head and slowly stirred her coffee.
"You've gained weight." I stared intently at her; her head was lowered, so all I could see were her long eyelashes and the tip of her nose. Then she quickly added sheepishly, "But I look even better, being a little chubby is good..."
"We're planning to have a baby soon..." she said casually.
"..." I was getting a little frustrated. Why were all the news I heard today more and more upsetting than the last?
"Can he do it?!" As soon as I said it, I regretted it and was very surprised that I had said such a thing.
Surprisingly, she wasn't angry. Instead, she covered her mouth and chuckled, giving me a sharp glare with her beautiful eyes as she playfully scolded, "You think you're so great!"
"Nonsense! Don't you know?" I grinned.
She just smiled faintly, said nothing more, and sipped her coffee slowly.
"And him?" I asked.
"Um?"
"Your husband!" I said viciously.
"I was at home when I told them a fellow disciple had come, so I went out..."
"Didn't they ask who you are? Male or female?" I asked, a little confused.
"He's playing games, he doesn't have time to ask this..." she said, pursing her lips.
"Dota?"
"Um".
"Let me treat you to dinner tonight..."
I carefully observed her reaction and found that she did not mean to refuse.
"Let me ask him..." she said somewhat awkwardly.
Hearing her call someone else's husband right in front of me made me feel disgusted. She hung up after only a few words; I guess she was engrossed in a game on the other end.
"There's still food at home, he can take care of it himself tonight..." she said with a smile.
"Have a drink! Red wine is fine!"
During dinner that evening, Yan Ji refused to drink the red wine poured for her, citing her plans to conceive.
"Drink less, and red wine is alkaline, which increases the chances of having a son. Haven't you always preferred boys?" I said with a smile.
"Really?" She seemed a little tempted.
I pressed my advantage, pushing the cup towards her and saying, "Why would I lie to you? Go check it out if you don't believe me..."
Her red lips rested on the clear glass, and the soft, veil-like light made Yan Ji's face even more alluring. I suddenly felt an urge, as if her red lips were enveloping not the wine glass, but my penis.
"You're so beautiful!" I praised her sincerely.
"Really?" she asked shyly, putting down her wine glass.
"Hmm!" I nodded, subtly placing my hand on the back of her hand. "Especially your lips, they're so sexy, just now..."
"Hmm?" She didn't reject my touch, and looked at me curiously with her slender eyebrows, asking.
"Just now, hehe, there was a reaction..."
"You..." She covered her mouth and chuckled, "You haven't changed. You used to get hard just from smelling me..."
"Hehe..." I chuckled sheepishly.
The atmosphere became enchanting and romantic, as if we had returned to a time long ago. We boldly looked into each other's eyes, understanding each other's thoughts with just a glance.
"It's all your fault for making me drink so much!" she said coquettishly, rubbing her forehead under the streetlight.
"Is it a lot? Let me see how much?" I grabbed her hand, revealing her smooth forehead, and lowered my head to kiss it carefully.
"We shouldn't do this..." She gently pushed me with her hand, but without any strength.
"Do you want me to kiss your little mouth?" I lifted her chin and laughed. Her face flushed red, and she closed her eyes tightly without saying a word, only her long eyelashes trembled slightly. I knew she was nervous, and perhaps also looking forward to it.
"Mmm..." Our lips finally touched. The soft, tender red lips I had longed for countless times made me so excited that I couldn't control my emotions. I cupped her burning cheeks and sucked hard on her lips, tongue, and teeth, with such force that I wanted to suck her into my belly.
"Ouch...you're hurting me!" she cried out, struggling.
"Did you miss me?" I asked, panting as I looked down into her watery eyes.
"I miss you! I miss you all the time!" she nodded vigorously.
"I miss you too!" I kissed her lips again.
"How am I going to explain this to him when I get home?" she said reproachfully, stroking her rapidly heaving breasts.
"Go home and explain to him?" I cupped her rosy cheeks and asked, "Explain what?"
"I reek of alcohol...and I'm even planning to get pregnant!"
"I'm not going back tonight, okay?" I said, licking her red lips.
"How can that be?" She quickly shook her head and refused.
"Won't he blame you if you go back like this? Listen to me, don't go back, okay? Stay with me!" I coaxed.
She was gradually losing herself in my kisses, and finally managed to push my face away, panting softly, "Wait a minute, I'll call him!"
Women are strange creatures, or more precisely, both men and women are strange creatures. Like Yan Ji, who lied flawlessly on the phone, as if the person standing beside her, touching her breasts, was truly her female classmate; and her husband had no doubts about her words, giving her complete trust.
"Is he really comfortable with you out there?" I asked her with a smile.
"What's there to worry about? I've already told him that she's from the same sect as me, and she's a girl..." she pouted her red lips and said reproachfully.
"Why are you so slutty?" I asked Yan Ji while fucking her in the hotel.
"I missed you! That's why I'm being so flirtatious!"
Her two thighs were tightly wrapped around my waist, and she looked at my back in the mirror.
"Aren't you tired of holding me like this? Put me down!" she asked, lifting my head from between her breasts.
"What? Aren't you happy with this?" I laughed.
"That feels great! It went in really deep, I was just worried you'd get tired. Look at you, all sweaty, and on your back..."
As she spoke, she gently slid her fingers across my back, her nails scraping against the skin. My back involuntarily spasmed, as if I were being electrocuted.
"I like fucking you like this too. Standing up, it feels like I can go all the way in. Your little mouth down there is just as tight as your mouth up there..."
As I spoke, I lifted her buttocks and began to move up and down.
"Oh...it's so deep, I feel like it's all the way in, down to the cervix..."
She tilted her head back and opened her red lips to moan freely.
"Don't pull out, shoot inside! Shoot hard into me!" she shouted, hugging me tightly.
After her climax, she clung to me like a baboon, limp and powerless. I could only hold her buttocks up tightly to prevent her from falling.
"Put me down, I need to go to the bathroom..." she said, opening her eyes.
"Hmm? Do you need to pee?" I asked.
"No, empty out the semen..." she said, shaking her head.
"..."
I smiled and stared into her eyes, saying each word carefully, "I—won't—allow—you—to—stay—!"
After saying that, he carried her to the bed, pressed himself against her, and kept his penis inside her vagina.
"These past two days have been my ovulation period..." she said reproachfully, biting her lip.
"So what?!" I said with a lewd grin.
"Is your husband okay? Do you want me to help him?" I asked, stroking her sweaty breasts.
"Shameless!" she yelled, pounding her fist on my chest.
"When was the last time you two had sex?" I asked.
"What?" she asked, looking at me warily.
"I'm just curious, I want to know? When exactly?" I pressed.
"Last night..." she said in a low voice, turning her face away shyly.
"Inside?" I asked.
"Um...we want a child..."
"What's wrong?" she asked, noticing that I seemed a bit lost in thought.
"Ah...it's nothing, I'm feeling it again! Let's continue!"
I lowered my head and kissed her lips, my penis, still inside her vagina, became erect again and thrust in hard all the way to the bottom.
"Oh..." she murmured softly, her red lips parted, "Gently..."
I tirelessly thrust in and out of her vagina, thinking that Yan Ji beneath me had just been fucked last night, and perhaps there was still her husband's semen remaining deep inside her vagina. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and my penis became even harder and thicker.
"Ah...you're fucking me so good! Good junior brother, fuck me harder! Fuck me with your big cock! Don't you like to cum inside me? Senior sister will let you cum inside, please fuck me hard!" She moaned wantonly like a slut.
"Could I be pregnant?" Yan Ji asked me as she lay in my arms before going to sleep.
"Hmm?" I looked down at her eyes, which were half-closed with sleepiness and her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and said, "Haven't you been trying to get pregnant?"
She pinched the flesh of my arm with her eyes closed, and said coquettishly, "If I have a child, it will be with my husband, not with you!"
"Tch!" I scoffed. "It's all the same, he doesn't know anyway... Go to sleep, you can barely keep your eyes open..."
The next day, I had to rush back to the company, so I got up very early. Yan Ji was still in bed when I left. I asked her, "If you're worried... should I go buy you birth control pills?"
She bit her lip and looked at me, which made me a little uneasy. But in the end, she smiled and said, "No need, let's leave it at that. You're right, they're all my children anyway..."
"Damn it!" I cursed inwardly.
Isn't that right? Whether it's my child or her husband's child, ultimately they are still her child...
After paying for the room, on my way to the train station, thinking about Yan Ji's words, I suddenly felt a chill and a sense of fear—it seems I can't trust women too much in the future; women really are terrifying creatures!
Perhaps without realizing it, you're raising another man's child, but the child's mother is your wife—that must be a man's greatest tragedy!

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