Betrayal (Episodes 1-11, Complete) Author: Snow Dance in Full Bloom

Foreword
The word "betrayal" is generally understood to mean "rebellion," or betrayal or
desertion behind someone's back. For a country, a betrayer is simply called a traitor.
But the "betrayal" I'm talking about today is between people. Why do traitors betray?
What mentality leads to such despicable behavior? What are the feelings and emotions of the betrayed?
Is it a primal human flaw, or a
choice ? What kind of struggle precedes the act of betrayal? Or is it simply a matter of course?
Chapter 1
I've been married for seven years, right in the so-called seven-year itch. But in modern society, young couples
often experience the itch after three years. A bestselling author, Yi Shu, once said, "Sex is like brushing your teeth." She
's very apt. Why? Because after a long marriage,
intimacy is no longer about physical pleasure; passion and impulse are gone. It's often just a matter of physical needs, and it's rushed.
But then again, can you skip brushing your teeth? Therefore, maintaining fresh breath is an art
and quite important.
When a marriage reaches this stage, warning signs often appear. Without good communication between spouses, if one partner
cannot resist the temptations of the environment and people, infidelity will quickly occur. Whether infidelity is physical or emotional varies from
person to person Some people cannot tolerate casual affairs, while others consider emotional infidelity
more serious than physical infidelity. I often wonder, especially when I see elderly couples walking on the street, how they have reached this age and still need each other
so much?
I once saw a slogan posted on a wall: "A wife is a prostitute for young men, a mistress for middle-aged men, and
a nurse for the elderly." I almost got angry after reading it. Thinking about it… are women really that pathetic? Starting in the prime of
their youth , they become a man's private prostitute; in their prime, they become someone else's mistress; and
when they grow old, they still have to take care of the person who has used them their whole life! They are cooks for a lifetime and also bed
girls .
Let me tell you about myself. My marriage to my husband was an accident! Why do I say it was an accident? Back in
college , he was a renowned guitarist in his club, captivating many girls across the school—and
of course, I was no exception. At the time, I could only express my affection and admiration through small cards or gifts. We
went on three dates in total, and I initiated each one! After those three dates, I realized that his
target wasn't me, but my best friend.
I knew I had no chance, so I slipped away! So
, I spent the entire summer vacation hiding in the countryside, cutting off all contact with them. Summer was almost over when one day, my brother and I went to get shaved ice.
On our way back, a strange middle-aged man kept following us. Even in broad daylight, I wasn't afraid. I
asked him what he wanted.
He asked earnestly, "Excuse me, are you Yang Shuhui?"
"Yes! But I don't know you!"
"I'm Wenjing's father. I'd like to ask you to come to Taipei with me. Wenjing is in serious trouble with his car and keeps
saying he wants to see you."
I was shocked, but I calmly refused Wenjing's father. I frankly told him about
the relationship between Wenjing and my best friend; in this love triangle, I was already out of the running.
"Shuhui, I beg you! Wenjing isn't out of danger yet. He keeps muttering to himself, calling
your name! And… my wife and I know about your relationship with Wenjing."
Ah? They know that too? It seems Wenjing has definitely told his father about my first time
.
"Uncle, this is a matter for us young people. Besides, there's no law that says you have to
marry ! I did it voluntarily. Wenjing didn't force me, so... I really can't go to Taipei with you. I'm
sorry!"
I firmly refused my future father-in-law, and the scene of giving away my precious
virginity .
That was our second date, wasn't it? We went to see a movie together, and afterwards, we wandered aimlessly around
Ximending . He took my hand very willingly, and I was happy to let him. We ate food from street stalls, one
after another, eating randomly. Suddenly, he had a stomachache, and his face turned pale from the pain. He didn't need to go to the toilet; he just felt pain!
I suggested going to the hospital, but he said he would be fine after resting. In a state of utter helplessness, I
dragged him to a small hotel in the bustling Ximending area so he could rest properly! The hotel's "innkeeper"
asked ambiguously whether we wanted to stay overnight or rest. I confidently said I wanted to "rest."
Wenjing lay on the bed and rested for about half an hour. He seemed much better, and I noticed his complexion was gradually becoming
rosy . I suggested we leave the hotel, but he wanted to stay a little longer since it wasn't time yet. He pulled me
to lie down with him, but I refused! He said, "Lie down. You've been walking all afternoon. Rest for a bit, close your eyes and
relax."
I obediently lay down next to him, but that's when things went wrong! He took my first kiss, my
first time . I couldn't resist, so I had no choice but to submit. Completely inexperienced, I let him do as he pleased. He told me to take my clothes off, and I did;
he told me to spread my legs, and I did. When he took out his "thing," I was so shocked I almost screamed.
How can I describe his penis? Everyone's eaten glutinous rice sausage, right? Even if you haven't, you've at least seen it! His
"little brother" looked like this: crooked, thick, like a burnt glutinous rice sausage.
He had no sense of chivalry whatsoever. This was my experience over the past seven years, because, for my first time, he actually
made me eat his crooked glutinous rice sausage! I resisted, but he forced my head down to touch his genitals. I gave in
! What could I do? I loved him! After that incident, for the next seven years of our marriage, he would always try to make me
hard with his glutinous rice sausage.
My virginity was lost to his rudeness and selfishness! I vividly remember that after our break
time, he still hadn't been able to take my virginity, so we moved to the hotel. That night,
starting from my first time, he did it five more times.
After that, I went to the simple bathroom to wash, my vagina still bleeding slightly, like a broken lotus root. During those
five more times, besides wanting to take my glutinous rice sausage, he would also complain that my vagina wasn't hard enough...
He was lubricated and even offered me oral sex. Honestly, what woman tries every position and style after her first time?
The next morning, exhausted, we checked out of the hotel.
We hadn't slept a wink all night and had no appetite for breakfast. He hailed a taxi for me and left on his own. The farewell
kiss I was hoping for didn't happen.
On our third date, I brought my best friend "Linlin" along, just in case he took me to
a hotel . Linlin, after hearing my account of Wenjing's six encounters in one night, also wanted to meet this "lion." I
never expected that after that, they would secretly see each other behind my back, and Linlin could confide in me as if
nothing was wrong . When I realized something was amiss, I received a breakup letter from Wenjing.
I was truly devastated at the time. I confided in Linlin, pouring out all my unhappiness and frustration.
Linlin, however, gave me a rude awakening, saying, "You're the one who's stupid! How can a man
not lust after a woman lying next to him? That's not called being attracted! It's like taking
advantage of someone who's already been with you! Think about it, if he truly loved you, would he keep demanding more and more after your first time, before he could even adjust his mindset? Let me tell you, when a man is
hungry , every woman with a hole is a beauty, every woman is a fucking stunner. After he's satisfied,
he won't even remember any of the sweet words he said when he asked her to take her pants off!"
I don't know if Linlin was telling the truth or just venting her anger, but she'd already had boyfriends and must have
been quite experienced. I felt that the "men" she spoke of weren't human, but beasts. Because I couldn't
imagine how someone could do sex without any emotional foundation.
As for how I discovered Wenjing and Linlin's relationship? It was quite a coincidence! My relationship with Linlin was solely
due to our shared southern roots. Wenjing and I broke up at the end of March, and I bumped into them at the train station.
It was early April, during spring break. I had bought a southbound train ticket, the same one Linlin was on! I
witnessed them on the platform, kissing and embracing, reluctant to part. Without a word, I grabbed my luggage and walked up to them.
In an instant, their faces went from flushed to pale, then...embarrassment! I didn't react much
, just stared intently at them. My gaze must have resembled that of a lioness about to explode, because
I wasn't angry about being dumped by Wenjing, but about being toyed with! Their betrayal!
Chapter 2:
After rejecting Wenjing's father, I thought everything was fine. Unexpectedly, his father started
standing guard outside my building! Every time I went out, he would watch me or follow me. I had no choice but
to compromise with his father and go to Taipei with him to visit Wenjing.
When we arrived at the hospital, Wenjing's mother looked me up and down carefully, then smiled
and said, "Wenjing has excellent taste!"
I gave her a fake, innocent smile and nodded, then followed the medical staff to the intensive care
unit . When I saw Wenjing, I almost didn't recognize him! His limbs, except for his face, were almost entirely wrapped in
bandages. His left leg was in a cast, and his right leg… his father said it was screwed in and fitted with
a metal plate .
Good heavens! That meant he was disabled! I was so shocked that I started crying without realizing it. His parents, mistaking my
distress for Wenjing's legs, came closer and cried with me. I was utterly bewildered!
Unable to voice my concerns in that atmosphere, I quickly tried to stop myself from crying.
On the day I visited Wenjing, he had been awake for about half an hour. As
soon as he saw me, he excitedly shook his left leg, which was dangling in the air. The resentment and hostility in my eyes were gone. He took my hand, looked at his
parents, and said, "I...want...to marry her. When I'm discharged, I...want to...marry her."
Before I could pull my hand away from his tight grip, his parents took my other hand, looking at Wenjing with kind eyes
and nodding repeatedly. I had no chance to object. At the time, I thought I shouldn't spoil the atmosphere;
after , none of this would concern me anymore. But I was wrong! My silence was taken as consent.
While I was forced to stay at the hospital with Wenjing, his parents had already gone to my house to propose marriage.
When I was taken back to Tainan from Taipei, my father scolded and berated me the entire way, using every
nasty word imaginable. He still wasn't satisfied! When I got home, my mother pulled me into my room,
closed the door, and questioned me in detail. I told her in detail about my "six times" with Wenjing. My mother
listened and cried, constantly taking out tissues to blow her nose.
At dinner, my father questioned me about my intention to marry Wenjing. Frankly, I
had no idea things would get so complicated that it involved my marriage to Wenjing. I hadn't thought it through at all, so
I just shrugged. Unexpectedly, my father slammed his chopsticks on the table and said, "What kind of attitude is this?
Asking you is a sign of respect! Otherwise, after you've been defiled by that cripple, who else would you want to marry? Have you thought this through?
They've offered very generous terms, and you're already his woman… Don't feel wronged; after all, he's
someone you willingly chose! His father said that after recovery, he won't be in a wheelchair, just a limp, but
it won't ."
I felt like I had entered into a verbal engagement with Wenjing without any choice or say.
At the time, I truly couldn't understand my own heart. What was I thinking? What was I planning? Was it traditional thinking influencing
my choice of marriage, or… a kind of vanity of something lost and then regained? Seven years later, I
realized that it was neither! It was a subconscious, almost reckless thought within me. I was willing to gamble my
life on him. What was I gambling with? Heh! I can't really explain it, but there was
a kind of joy and pleasure in shifting from a passive to an active position!
I graduated a year earlier than Wenjing. He had taken a year off from school due to a car accident. When he returned to school after being discharged from the hospital,
he was no longer the "cool guy" who was popular with girls. Because of this, he was never able to find balance in his heart.
After I graduated, I found a job in Taipei smoothly and moved into his house, naturally
sharing a room ! Whenever he vented his frustrations at school on me, I would involuntarily feel a
sense of disgust. However, I still dealt with him. Although I had to ride his "sticky rice sausage," I was still able to
control myself and achieve self-satisfaction under appropriate circumstances. As for him... I just let him ejaculate, and I...
I've done my duty.
During the year I lived with Wenjing, his family treated me like family, which was the only
place that made me feel warm. Besides his parents, he had an older brother and a younger brother, essentially my
uncle and aunt. When I moved in, these two brothers were exceptionally welcoming. I initially thought it was
because they didn't have any sisters, so my arrival was just a novelty for them.
Wenjing and I got married after he graduated. I didn't send invitations to any of my classmates, and Wenjing didn't
mention it to his old friends either, so our wedding banquet was quite simple, only inviting relatives and neighbors from both sides. And
in an atmosphere devoid of tension or excitement, I signed this contract of servitude. I didn't know Wenjing's emotions as he signed. I
secretly glanced at him, and he seemed somewhat moved, his eyes moist.
After we got married, I continued working, while Wenjing worked as a guitarist at a private club. His work hours
were the opposite of mine, so whenever I got off work, it was his turn to start. We'd meet in bed, and usually, by the time he
got into bed, I was already getting ready to get up. Our sex life was terrible, and I
always advances.
When I decided to marry him, I secretly resolved never to have children. Wenjing didn't know I was secretly taking birth
control pills. Despite his best efforts, I just couldn't get pregnant. Several times, my mother-in-law urged me to get checked out,
wanting to find out who the problem was, but I refused! I just kept telling her we'd try harder!
Time flies. It's been a year since Wenjing and I got married. Our life is predictable and
colorless . Wenjing, on the other hand, has surprisingly become quite well-known in the music industry. He not only composes music but also writes his own songs—
something I hadn't expected. Because he's regained his confidence and hope, he radiates an unusual
glow.
For me, Wenjing is no longer the person I once loved so deeply. After two years of living
with , I feel utterly weary and helpless. I have no expectations, no hopes; my whole
life has suddenly become gray and blurry, without a center, without support. The main reason is that Wenjing
can no longer meet my needs. Before, although I sometimes reluctantly complied with his requests,
at least felt a sense of comfort and relief. But now, with him so busy, he simply doesn't have
the time or energy to care about my feelings.
One night, I was unbearably lonely. Wenjing wouldn't come home until dawn. I lay in bed and
unconsciously began to caress my breasts and genitals. I suddenly craved that sticky rice sausage. I couldn't find
anything to replace it, so I used my fingers. I lewdly raised my buttocks high and forcefully thrust my fingers into my vagina from
behind . I fantasized that Wenjing was with me while I breathed heavily. I
took off all my clothes and masturbated naked on the bed. Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open!
I quickly grabbed the quilt and wrapped myself up in embarrassment. It was my uncle who came in. Seeing my
actions , his lower body was already aroused. I pretended to be calm and asked, "Is there something you need? Why didn't you knock before coming in?"
He stared awkwardly and lecherously at my legs that I hadn't managed to cover.
Seeing his face flushed and speechless, I asked again, "Brother, what's wrong?"
He simply turned around, gently locked the door, and then pounced on the bed! Before I could react to his
actions , he had already pulled back my blanket and was frantically sucking on my nipples. At that moment...
the image of Wenjing and Linlin on the platform flashed through my mind. I struggled... Should I shout? Should I call out to my parents and show them their
son 's bestial behavior? In my extreme need, desire overcame reason!
I undressed my uncle one by one and actively masturbated his penis. His penis
was different from Wenjing's. With its engorged shaft, it melted my conscience. I pushed him down,
straddled his body, and rode on it! I swayed up and down, watching the
penis . I felt so good that I almost cried out. Suddenly, he sat up and silenced my moan with his mouth
. We kissed, and our lower bodies twisted wildly at the same time.
Just as I was about to climax, he couldn't hold back any longer, letting out heavy, labored breaths. I knew
we were both close to climaxing. I gripped his shoulders tightly, struggling and swaying, while he grabbed
my buttocks, rapidly manipulating my penis with his vagina. In the midst of our thrusting, we both reached climax simultaneously. He
held me tightly, keeping his penis inside me. I pushed him away and lay down on my own.
Because of our earlier intercourse, I deliberately pulled up the blanket, burying myself in it, because I didn't know
how to face this "uncle." He showed no intention of leaving. He simply pulled back the blanket, and we lay down on
the bed together. Neither of us spoke, just lying there quietly until I urged him to leave.
Only then did he reluctantly get up, put on his clothes, and kiss my cheek. I told him to
lock the door and asked him not to bother me again. He gave me an apologetic look and left the room.

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